One Night

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Chapter Six


“Morning.”

Aya heard the greeting before he opened his eyes to find himself wrapped in Yohji’s arms. Memories of the night before returned and Aya’s first instinct was to jump up and put some space between them, but instead he merely relaxed into the embrace.

“Morning,” Aya finally returned the greeting, still unsure how he was supposed to act when he found his chin tilted up and a passionate kiss placed on his lips. As the kiss deepened, Aya’s eyes fluttered closed and he turned so his body was flush against Yohji’s.


When they both pulled back at the same time, Aya slowly met Yohji’s gaze, unsure what he’d find there. He was surprised to see a gentleness in Yohji’s gaze that Aya had never seen before. When Yohji’s hand lifted to stroke his cheek, Aya leaned into the caress, enjoying the sensation before pulling away to grasp Yohji’s wrist so he could look at the time. His eyes widened when he saw it was almost 8 o’clock.


“Yohji, I have to be in the shop in thirty minutes and need to take a shower right now so I won’t be late.” Aya said but made no move to get up, reluctant to leave Yohji’s arms.

Yohji nuzzled Aya’s cheek. “Hmm, since I’m up already, maybe I’ll switch with Ken and take the morning shift with you. What do you think?”

Aya almost smiled at the thought of Yohji volunteering for an early shift. Trying to keep his voice neutral, even though he was secretly pleased, he shrugged. “That is entirely up to you. If you can talk Ken into it, it’s fine with me.”

Aya finally managed to leave Yohji’s arms. He leaned in for a quick kiss before walking to his bathroom. “I’ll see you in the shop,” he said over his shoulder, then closed the door behind him.

Once under the shower spray, Aya turned his thoughts to Yohji. Mostly resigned to give this ‘dating’ thing a chance, Aya had to admit that last evening had been very enjoyable, including sleeping and waking in Yohji’s arms. He didn’t have many nights of uninterrupted sleep and the two he’d spent in Yohji’s arms had been that. Not that he thought sleeping with Yohji would cure his nightmares, he was just glad for any reprieve he could get.

Aya entered the shop a little while later and was surprised to find Yohji already there setting up. Yohji smiled and walked over to Aya. “Ken said it’d be no problem to switch shifts, but seemed bent out of shape when I wouldn’t explain why I wanted to work so early in the morning. I figured we should probably talk and decide what to tell the other two.” Yohji pulled Aya close for a kiss.

So lost in the kiss that, when it finally ended, Aya had to ask Yohji what he’d said just before scrambling his brains. ‘Damn, the man’s a good kisser,’ Aya thought to himself before answering Yohji after he repeated the question. “I don’t think we should hide it from them. They’d figure it out soon enough. I’m telling you one thing now though; they better not make any snide comments,” Aya warned with a scowl on his face. He was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea.

Yohji quickly assured Aya. “I’ll talk to them and make sure they understand. No one will say a thing, I promise.”

“Hn. They better not or I’m holding *you* responsible.” Aya leaned into the embrace before reluctantly ending it completely. “Do you want to do the orders today or should I?”

Yohji cupped Aya’s cheek before replying, “I’ll get the shop ready to open, so why don’t you do the arrangements?”

Aya nodded and went back to the table to start the orders for the day.

Their shift went by surprisingly fast, the quiet companionship more noticeable now that Aya allowed himself to enjoy Yohji’s company. When there was no one in the shop, Yohji would seek him out to make small talk about what he would like to do together when they weren’t working, asking about the latest books Aya’d read or what music he liked to listen to.

“Hi, guys,” Ken said when he entered the shop just before noon.

Aya mumbled a greeting, sad to see the interlude come to an end with Ken showing up for his shift.

Yohji straightened up from leaning on the worktable and asked, “Is anyone hungry? I’ll go make a lunch run.”

“Thanks, Yohji, but I just ate.” Ken answered before walking over to grab an apron from the rack behind the counter.

Yohji turned to Aya and smiled. “Anything in particular you want, Aya?”

“Yakisoba sounds good.” Aya hadn’t had that in a while.

Yohji nodded. “Yakisoba it is. I’ll be back in just a bit. Who’s going to deliver the orders today?”

“It’s my turn,” Aya said. “I’ll leave after lunch. There aren’t that many and I’ll be back for the afternoon rush.” Aya suppressed a shudder. He’d just as soon miss out on the fangirls this afternoon but things hadn’t been quite so awkward since Sakura stopped coming around. Aya worried about the girl, even though it was a relief that she didn’t come into the shop anymore. Maybe he’d stop by her school next week to assure himself that she was alright.

“Okay. Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t my turn and I’d forgotten about it. I’ll be back in just a little bit,” Yohji said as he walked out the door.

“Did anyone water the plants out front yet, Aya?” Ken asked.

Aya shook his head, his eyes shifting from Yohji’s retreating back to focus on Ken. “Not yet."

“I’ll take care of that then.” Ken headed outside and Aya returned to his task. He was just finishing up the last arrangement when Yohji returned with lunch.

“I’m back.” Yohji stated the obvious as Aya cleared off the worktable so Yohji could set the bags down.

Handing Aya his order and a pair of chopsticks, Yohji leaned against the table and frowned with concern. “How’s the leg? Are you feeling alright today?”

Aya nodded. “I’m fine. I’ve been drinking water all morning and the leg is just a little sore, nothing noticeable.” Aya took a bite of yakisoba and said, “Hmm, this is good. Thank you for getting lunch, Yohji.”

Yohji finished a bite of his own before responding, “You’re more than welcome. This was a good choice.”

After they finished their lunch, Yohji returned to the counter and Aya went to run the few deliveries. He got back just as the fan girl rush began, with Omi arriving just a few minutes later. The rest of the afternoon passed quickly and Aya breathed a sigh of relief when the doors were closed for the day. Since Aya and Yohji had opened, Ken and Omi would clean up and close. Momoe-san was taking a couple of days off to rest from running the shop alone.

As they left the shop together and walked to their apartments, Aya found himself wondering what to say when Yohji unknowingly rescued him. “Hey, Aya, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place this time for take-out and movies?”

Aya stopped outside his door and asked hesitantly, “There was this special I wanted to watch on the history of the Great Wall of China; would you mind watching that instead?”

Yohji smiled charmingly as he replied. “No problem. Anything special you want for dinner tonight?”

Aya shook his head. “Not particularly. Anything you order will be fine.”

“Great. How about coming over in an hour or so?” Yohji asked while moving closer to Aya.

Not waiting for Yohji to draw him into an embrace, Aya suddenly pulled Yohji close to cover the man’s lips with his own. When Yohji opened his mouth to Aya’s questing tongue, Aya deepened the kiss. It was once more all consuming with heat and passion, feelings that Aya was still struggling to understand but nonetheless enjoyed immensely. Every time they kissed, his heart raced, his body felt as if it were on fire and he was hard within moments.

Aya broke off the kiss and tried to avoid appearing as if he was panting, which he was. “Sounds good,” he said a little breathless before turning around to enter his apartment.

*****

Aya was frowning at the image in his mirror. Yohji had invited him out on a ‘date’. It took a little coaxing, but eventually Aya agreed to go out to dinner at a Jazz club that Yohji assured him was really good. Yohji pointed out that they could be home within minutes if there were any news about Aya-chan and Omi told him that he would be staying in tonight just in case.

Last evening had been a repeat of the night before. Aya and Yohji had eaten dinner and then watched TV until they fell asleep. This time when he woke in an awkward position, Yohji had led him to the bed where they stripped down to their underwear before getting under the blankets.

Instead of going right back to sleep though, Yohji began to kiss and caress him. Yohji’s hands never straying below Aya’s waistband, Aya was content to return those incredible kisses until he was hard and aching. Not quite ready to have full on sex again with Yohji, Aya reluctantly pulled back and tried to put some distance between them. Yohji allowed the kisses to end but wouldn’t let Aya move away from him, wrapping him in a tight hug. Aya did wake from a nightmare during the night but was able to quickly fall back to sleep, lulled by the rhythmic heartbeat under his ear.

A knock on his door distracted Aya from his musing. Turning away from the mirror, he went to answer the door. Yohji was standing there in tight brown leather pants and a matching leather jacket which was opened to reveal the skin-tight shirt worn underneath. Aya felt distinctly underdressed in his jeans, casual button down shirt and black leather jacket.

About to tell Yohji to give him a few more minutes while he changed, Aya paused when Yohji smiled and said, “You look great. Ready to go?”

“Hn.” Aya grunted and followed Yohji out of the apartment. If Yohji thought he looked alright for where they were going, he wasn’t going to bother changing now.

*****

Aya moaned softly into the mouth that was devouring his while wrapping his arms even tighter around Yohji’s neck.

They’d returned after enjoying a good meal and some wonderfully talented musicians at the club Yohji had taken them to. The drinks had left Aya in a mellow mood and the minute that Yohji turned off the car, Aya pulled him close for a kiss that both men seemed reluctant to end.

Aya wasn’t sure of the exact details of how they made it from the garage to the door of his apartment, all he knew was that Yohji’s body was pressed tight against his, pushing him into the door while rubbing his erection against Aya’s.

Yohji ended the kiss and trailed his lips across Aya’s cheek to nibble on an earlobe, dipping his tongue teasingly into the whorl only to come back and suck the tender lobe into a hot mouth. Aya didn’t bother suppressing a groan of desire as his hands moved to grab Yohji’s ass and pull him closer.

“…want you.” Yohji whispered.

That was enough to cause Aya to pause. Was he ready to take this relationship to the next level? His body sure wanted to but Aya was suddenly uncertain if he really wanted to have sex with Yohji just yet.

As if reading his mind Yohji said, “You’re not ready yet. That’s alright, Aya, I have an idea.”

Aya looked at Yohji’s gentle smile and felt a little foolish denying Yohji what Aya had already allowed him once before. About to tell Yohji that it was okay, Yohji pressed his fingers to Aya’s lips. “Go inside and find the headset for your phone. Get ready for bed and call me once you’re done.”

Yohji kissed Aya one last time and went to his apartment. Aya turned around and entered his own, a little frown of confusion marring his brow. He quickly stripped and put on a light pair of soft cotton sleep pants before gathering his headset and cell phone. The nice thing about his new hands free device was it didn’t have a cord so he could dial Yohji then just have the earpiece on, leaving his phone on the nightstand.

Aya sat down on his bed and called Yohji who answered on the first ring. “Aya.” Yohji murmured in a husky voice.

“Yes.” Aya replied.

“What are you wearing?” Yohji asked.

Aya didn’t know why, but he was curious as to where Yohji was going with this so he answered, “Pajama bottoms.”

“Hmmm. Ask me what I’m wearing.”

“Yohji this is stu…”

Yohji cut Aya off. “Just play along, Aya, please?”

Aya sighed, “What are you wearing?”

“Nothing.” Yohji’s voice lowered an octave, which caused Aya to shiver at both the sound and image that suddenly appeared in his head. “Are you in bed, Aya?”

Aya lay back on his bed and softly said, “Yes.”

“Close your eyes and picture me next to you. I’m kissing your neck while caressing your nipples. Do you like that, Aya?”

“Mmmm hmmm.” Aya closed his eyes and lightly touched his nipples.

“I’m kissing my way down to lick your nipples and lightly bite then suck, first one then the other. Can you feel my mouth on you, Aya?”

A small moan escaped Aya’s mouth as he answered in a shaky voice, “I feel your mouth and tongue on me… I want… want to do the same to you.”

“Not yet, you’ll have your turn in a minute. Are you hard, Aya? I am.”

Aya’s hand drifted down to rub his erection. “Yes, I’m hard.”

“Good, because I’m taking your bottoms off now and settling between your spread legs so I can lick your cock.” Yohji sighed, or maybe it was a soft moan. “My tongue is starting at your balls and trailing all the way to the top, where I’ll lap at the slit before going back down.”

Aya slipped his hand into his pants so he could wrap his hand around his cock and pump slowly, a soft groan falling from his lips.

“Next I’ll lick your balls before taking one in my mouth and rolling it on my tongue until you feel ready to come… then I’ll suck on it until backing off to just nibble on a small part. Should I leave a hickey on your sack, Aya?”

“Wha-at… whatever you want…” Aya felt as if he could come from the visions Yohji inspired alone.

“Don’t come yet, Aya.” Yohji requested and Aya stopped stroking and pressed his hand against his cock, breathing harshly. “Have you ever been rimmed, Aya?”

Aya moaned out loud before saying, “No-oo.”

“Oh, what a shame, I’m going to rectify that soon, but just imagine my mouth trailing down to your pucker as I push your legs up to expose you… snaking my tongue out to tease your hole before pushing in as far as possible. Can you feel my tongue in your ass, Aya?

“Ye-ess…” Aya felt a droplet of sweat trail down his temple into his hair as he answered. He could just imagine Yohji’s mouth on him, tongue in him and he wanted to feel that. Right. Now.

“Your turn, Aya, what do you want to do to me?” Yohji asked. “I’m all yours to play with as you will.”

Aya attempted to get his breathing under control so he could try to bring Yohji to the same level of desire he felt. After finally getting to the point to where he felt he could speak without panting he said, “I don’t know…”

“Just tell me what you like, Aya. Let’s start there.”

Aya wasn’t comfortable saying his desires out loud even though Yohji had brought him to a level of excitement he rarely felt. Because it was Yohji, he gathered his courage and replied tentatively, “I-I like to kiss you, Yohji.”

“Go on, Aya, I love the sound of your voice. It sends chills down my spine.”

“I enjoy the feel of your lips against mine… your tongue invading my mouth while I do the same to you.” Growing a little more confident, he continued, “I feel like I could spend hours just kissing you.”

“Wh-what else?” Yohji’s voice was just a slight bit unsteady.

“…”

“Is there anything else you like to do with me?” Yohji sighed, “You don’t have to be shy, Aya. It’s just the two of us.” Yohji’s voice deepened, “I want to get off with you, Aya. Don’t you want to do the same with me?”

Aya thought about the excitement he’d felt the past few minutes and decided he wanted to create the same feelings in Yohji so he spoke a little hesitantly. “I-I liked sucking your cock.” Aya heard Yohji sharply draw in his breath and felt a bit emboldened. “You tasted so good. I like the feel of you in my mouth. I’ll run my tongue just under the flared head. Can you feel my mouth on you?”

“Ye-esss… tell me more…” Yohji ended the sentence with a breathy moan.

“Don’t *you* come yet, Yohji,” Aya ordered with a little smile before he continued, “I’ll swallow your entire cock, my mouth stretched around its thickness. I want to feel the head against the back of my throat.”

Aya stopped when Yohji groaned loudly, causing Aya to smile slightly.

“Your mouth on me feels so good. Do you want to fuck me, Aya?”

“…” Aya’s insecurities rushed to the fore as if Yohji were there in front of him asking that question. “No.” Aya’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Oh, okay, how about I fuck you then?”

“I don’t think I’d mind that very much.” Aya answered in all sincerity, not understanding Yohji’s chuckle.

“Then you have to stop sucking my cock and get on your hands and knees so I can see your sexy ass. I can’t resist and just have to have one more taste while I spread your cheeks wide to lick a path up and down the crack. My tongue dips into your tight entrance a few more times… Oh Aya,” Yohji breathed, “I can’t wait anymore, I need to be buried in your warmth.”

Aya’s hand had crept down again and was stroking his cock. He bit his bottom lip, trying to prevent the images from making him cry out loud with pleasure.

“After I lube and stretch you, I’ll get into position behind you. I’m nudging my cock against your hole and oh, so slowly starting to push into your heat.” Yohji panted and paused.

“Yes-sss” Aya sped up jerking his cock. “More, Yohji… you need to move…”

“Fuck yeah, I’ll grip your hips and start to pound into you, faster and harder until the bed shakes and all we can hear is my hips slapping against your ass and the headboard hammering against the wall. Can you feel me fucking you, Aya… I can’t wait, I’m going to come! Hurry Aya, come with me.”

Aya’s hand was a blur on his cock when his other hand crept down to play with his balls that were tightening up. Suddenly, he arched his back and cried out, “I’m coming…”

“Ahhhh…” Aya heard Yohji’s voice both through the phone and wall - the man was so loud - then nothing but the sounds of panting over the phone while Aya tried to get his own breathing to return to normal.

Aya reached for the tissues on his nightstand to clean up with before tossing them aside when he was finished. Aya adjusted his pajamas and crawled under the covers, realizing he was missing the warmth of Yohji next to him that he’d enjoyed the past few nights.

“That was wonderful. Good night, Aya. Sleep well.”

“Night, Yohji.” Aya ended the call and set his headset on the nightstand.

Even though Aya was exhausted, he couldn’t fall asleep. He didn’t know how long he lay there when he heard a knock on his door. Getting up from bed he found Yohji standing there in nothing but a pair of cotton athletic shorts.

“I can’t fall asleep. Can I sleep over again?” Yohji asked with a sheepish look on his face.

Aya opened the door wide to let Yohji enter, secretly glad that Yohji had come. Not saying a word, Aya went back to bed but turned to lie against Yohji when the blonde crawled in after him. The last thing Aya remembered was Yohji wrapping his arm around Aya’s waist as his forehead was gently kissed.