Better than Chocolate
by Stardust

Aya slid the last box onto the high shelf and closed the cupboard door. He folded the plastic bags and stuffed them into a drawer, then headed towards his room, picking his jacket from the chair-back where he’d left it as he went.

His door was ajar. Cautiously, Aya pushed it open a little further, looking up to check for possible buckets of water, then slid around the edge, shutting it behind him.

Yohji was flopped out sideways across the middle of the bed, shirtless, one hand dangling near the paperback book and shreds of yellow and purple plastic on the floor by his head. When he heard the door open, he opened his eyes and grinned at Aya, pouring himself off the bed. All very much like the cat who’s figured out how to pick the lock on the canary-cage.

Yohji wandered across the carpet barefoot, and took Aya’s jacket as soon as he was close enough. Bemused, but willing to see where this was going, Aya watched as he dropped it neatly a few feet away and wandered back into close range. He worked his hands under the edge of Aya’s orange sweater and ran slightly chilly fingers up Aya’s ribs. Aya obligingly lifted his arms, and Yohji peeled the sweater off over his head and dropped it with the jacket. He returned his attention to Aya’s chest, moulding each angular curve with his hands.

“You’re not usually this focused in daylight, Yohji.”

Yohji didn’t pause in his exploration of what had to be familiar territory, linking his hands behind Aya’s back to draw him towards the bed. “It’s just that kind of afternoon.”

He manouvered himself onto the mattress and pulled Aya to join him so that they knelt facing each other, then sat back on his heels, not trying for a kiss but going for the throat, nipping his way from the corner of Aya’s jaw down his neck and onto his chest. He pulled them over so Aya was lying on the bed, and reached over the edge without stopping the soft brush of his mouth over Aya’s skin.

Aya heard plastic crackling and raised his head to find out what was going on. Yohji was struggling with something in one of the bright yellow wrappers, finally having to actually look and use both hands to open it.

“’Flake’?”

“Shh.”

Wrapper dealt with, Yohji returned his attention to Aya, continuing his slow mapping of Aya’s torso with his mouth, but using the end of the chocolate bar to trace a light, scratchy line down the middle of Aya’s chest. Aya squirmed.

“Tickles.”

Yohji followed the Flake with his mouth, smoothing away some of the irritating sensation, but not enough.

“Yohji, stop it. Get the chocolate out of the bed.”

“Shh. Just trust me. It’ll feel good.”

He continued to draw lines on Aya’s skin with the end of the Flake, moving it over to circle Aya’s left nipple with the slight stickiness fo chocolate just beginning to melt.

“Kudoh, stop it.”

Yohji ignored him.

In a controlled explosion, Aya shoved Yohji to the side and stalked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Yohji heard water running, and splashing. He sat up on the bed and pulled his legs towards him, sitting crosslegged as he considered how much that attempt had backfired.

Dammit.

He noticed he was still holding the Flake by one end and started to nibble it, chasing the fragments down the side as they broke off.

The water shut off in the bathroom and Aya opened the door, still towelling his arms and chest dry. Yohji looked over to him, not realizing until he caught the flicker of stifled amusement in Aya’s eyes that the Flake was sticking out both sides of his mouth. He had to look like a very strange cat with a toy. He snorted at the mental image. Aya smiled back, just a fraction.

Yohji figured he was forgiven, if the man was willing to do that. He decided to push his luck. He settled back towards the pillows a bit, stretching out his legs, and started to lick the sides of the Flake instead of nibbling them. He ran his tongue along the length of it and settled his mouth over the end, sucking on the melting chocolate.

Aya let the towel hang from one hand and leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyebrow quirked.

Encouraged, Yohji closed his eyes and concentrated hard on showing that piece of confectionery the best time of its life. He turned slightly to give Aya a better show, hoping that he could tell that it was him Yohji was thinking about.

When Yohji cracked one eyelid, Aya was still leaning in the doorway. Yohji redoubled his efforts, swirling his tongue around the girth of the bar, taking tiny bites at the tip with his lips wrapped over his teeth, getting chocolate smeared all around his mouth in the process, curling his tongue into a firm point and running it up the underside of the Flake, using every trick he knew. He hadn’t opened his eyes to check, but there was absolutely no sound from where Aya was.

Yohji pulled the Flake bar almost completely away from his mouth, then took as much of it as he could down his throat, thankful that the brittle pieces on the end had melted together. He swallowed around it, experimenting with the feeling of the chocolate melting all over him. He pulled back until he was able to stroke the end with his tongue again, then abruptly bit down hard.

He heard a tiny choked noise from the bathroom door. Aya was still watching, then. Yohji let his hand drop and rolled the chocolate around the inside of his mouth, then finally opened his eyes again and smiled at Aya, flicking his tongue out to catch a little of the chocolate on his lips.

Aya pounced.

The Flake went flying and Yohji found himself flat on his back with Aya kneeling over him, straddling his hips.

“I’m getting jealous of a chocolate bar.” He looked just a little bit wild.

“That was the idea—” Aya kissed him, hot and hungry and all tasting like chocolate. Then he slid down Yohji’s body, pulling open his jeans as he went. His mouth on Yohji’s cock was just perfect, coaxing Yohji back to being as hard as he had been when he’d started this little game.

Yohji pressed his hands flat into the bed, because otherwise he would knot them in Aya’s hair, and if he did Aya might stop being so deliciously assertive. Instead, he concentrated on enjoying the heat and wetness and the eager suction, feeling Aya curling his tongue around the underside of his cock and just the tiniest scrape of teeth.

He couldn’t help it. He winced.

Aya broke off to murmur, “Sorry,” and land a feather-light kiss on Yohji’s bellybutton, then went back to the job at—well, not really at hand. One hand held Yohji’s hips down while the other circled back, sliding under Yohji’s back and down over his ass. Gentle fingers pushed his jeans further out of the way and traced a line between his cheeks, caressing, careful. One slender digit stroked gently-firmly over the pucker of his ass, and that little extra stimulation was all it took. Yohji’s hands scrabbled for a grip on the mussed sheets, Aya’s arm, anything, as his head pushed back into the bed and the whiteout of orgasm fuzzed out the rest of the world.

Noise crackled back to signal and Yohji found Aya petting his tummy, having inched back closer to Yohji’s head and propped himself up on on elbow. Suddenly Aya rolled away and reached over the edge of the bed. Yohji heard plastic crunch.

“What are you doing?”

Aya held up another Flake, and peered at the label. “I’m trying to read the ingredients.”

“Why?”

“I’m looking for the behaviour-altering drugs.”

Yohji snorted a little at that, too relaxed to laugh. “Oh, c’mere.” He hooked an arm around Aya’s chest to pull him back onto the bed, rolling them over until Aya lay on top of him, his back to Yohji’s chest, with Yohji’s arm still wrapped around his ribs. Yohji’s other hand snuck down to worry at Aya’s fly, stroking the other man’s growing erection but unable to figure out the buttons without looking at them.

Aya reached down and laced his fingers through Yohji’s.

“Let me help you with that. . .”

The sun had moved around until the last slant of light through the window glinted off the metal doorknob. Yohji was happy just to lie there watching it, still half-dressed and tangled up with Aya, until he noticed something.

“Aya?”

Aya, his head burrowed into Yohji’s shoulder, barely twitched. “Mmm?”

“Don’t hit me.”

Aya raised his head and blinked at Yohji. “What did you do?”

“. . . There’s chocolate all over your sheets.”

Aya was suddenly wide awake, twisting around to dump Yohji onto the floor.

“Ow! Fucker.”

Aya looked over the edge of the bed at Yohji, considering, then rolled off to join him on the carpet. He grabbed the bed’s top blanket with his toes and yanked it off with him, settling down as soon as he’d rolled over next to Yohji again.

Yohji made a long arm to snag a pillow, arranging it under his head and his shoulder under Aya’s head. He pulled the blanket a little higher.

Life was good.