Living the Cliche/Best Laid Plans

Babaca

Living the Cliche

Well they say you should always be careful about what you wish for. You just might get it. I've been flirting, cajoling, harassing, and convincing Aya for months to come to my bed. He's done nothing but glare me down and ignore me, however, for every icy stare I knew deep down there was a fire that I wanted to be consumed by.

I'm not sure to which god I should pay homage because here I lie, with Aya next to me naked and just as cold as ever. He doesn't even meet my eye as he bummed one of my cigarettes and stared out the window bored to death. He sure knew how to pump up a man's ego, don't you think?

Okay, I will admit the number of males I've slept with in ratio to females was rather small. Therefore I don't think I can honestly claim to be a true bisexual. My forays into men have all been adventures, larks and just something to do. Aya was different however. He was like ... I don't know like trying to climb Mt. Everest. There's always danger lurking just around the corner. He wasn't so much an adventure as he was a challenge.

I sat smoking, glad in the fact that Aya couldn't complain since he's smoking too. I pondered where that fire was that I just knew was under the surface of Aya. I wasn't looking for love here... just passion. I know he had to enjoy it some. I mean he came, didn't he? Well I did too, but it was rather a letdown that I couldn't inspire him to scream my name to the ceiling. I hate spending time pondering my mistakes. It just depresses me.

"We should get dressed, the others will return soon," the beautiful redhead said. I can't call him 'my' redhead because even after this, he's no more 'mine' than I am his. I wish he would tell me what he's thinking. Is he sorry we did this? Who am I fooling, of course he's sorry. Or maybe he's relieved that it's over and is confident I will never bother him again.

Normally I would reply with some attempt of ecchi humor like, 'well the more the merrier' but I've never been so depressed after fucking someone I've desired before, so all I could manage was a listless, "Okay."

I glanced over to see Aya quickly pulling on his shirt and shimmying into some black jeans that were rather snug. Who would think you could get turned on by watching someone putting their clothes back on? It was becoming painfully obvious to me I wanted him again, despite the fact that the last time wasn't so great. It also was obvious to me that it wasn't going to be happening again. So before I could zip up my pants, I gave myself a quick stroke to relieve the ache. I would just have to finish it alone in my room.

Aya was giving me with the strangest expression. It wasn't disgust which I assumed he would have done. Anger? No, I know all of his angry expressions and this isn't one of them. Finally I gave up and asked, "Nani?"

Silence was my reply. Oh, there's a shocker. Well if nothing else, the enigmatic moment took the edge off my erection. As I settled into buttoning my shirt, Aya sat behind me on the bed with his chin resting on my shoulder.

I tried not to act startled or surprised. I'm sure I failed miserably. My acting skills take a nosedive when I'm depressed. The nibble to my left ear felt very nice, especially when one of Aya's hands decided to reach underneath my shirt to tweak a nipple.

"What ... mmm ... what," was all I could say before my brain started to shut down. Who the hell was this guy and what did he do with Aya? Well I wanted to ask that, but why ruin a good moment? His hands felt so good touching me. Particularly the hand that was sliding into my unzipped pants to stroke my ...

"Unnn ... fuck! Aya ..." I babbled like a baka. A very horny baka. A very horny and happy baka. My hips got tired of waiting for a signal from my fogged brain and began moving in time to the slow, seductive stroke of 'my' beautiful redhead at the moment. The hand that was busily getting my nipples hard, pulled out from under my shirt to tilt my head back, in a most uncomfortable manner.

Lips that felt so cool an hour earlier were now very warm and tasted of tobacco. His tongue roamed in my mouth freely. I no longer cared that my neck didn't like being forced back like that. Aya pulled away first and smiled. You heard correctly, I got a smile. It thrilled me to no end. Almost as much as it thrilled me when he said, "You talk too much Yoji. Just relax."

I can't believe he threw my words back at me. Just relax. I must have uttered that a dozen times also an hour earlier. He slowed up his stroking of me and moved to kiss my neck while his hard member was grinding into clothed backside.

"Do you want me Yoji?" a low, sexy voice uttered into my ear.

"Fuck yes, Aya," I cried out.

"Will you let me take you?" he asked.

"Do you have to ask?" I moaned.

"I just want you to be certain," Aya said between hot kisses.

My hand was reaching to take my jeans off and speed things up. I knew I couldn't take much more. I could see Aya reaching for the tube that got use earlier. He quickly disrobed and helped me also.

"Turn over," was his command.

I flipped over to my stomach and raised my hips to make it easier. Cool fingers lubricated with gel poked, prodded and unerringly found its mark repeatedly. I was slamming myself back unto his fingers trying to get him to touch me at the spot which would be my undoing. He pulled his hand away and I stayed on all fours... attentive ... waiting...

I knew he wouldn't be gentle. I just knew it. He shoved in with one long persistent, take no prisoners push. I felt like I would split in two, but I also knew that he wasn't trying to hurt me and probably hadn't hurt me at all.

We were both breathing hard. I squirmed and made noises in my throat that I hoped were enough to tell Aya to start moving. I felt his cool hands grasp my hips and the dance began. It began slow and started to build up. I had a death grip on the sheets beneath my hands and Aya seriously began slamming into me. The only sounds in the room were grunts, moans and the sound of his balls smacking into my ass.

I knew I was very close. This was unexpected and million times better than before, but I was regretting that I wouldn't see his face when he came. My moan quickly changed into a plaintive groan when he pulled out of me.

However before I could really bitch him out for getting me so worked up only to suddenly stop, he flipped me over. With one of my legs over his shoulder he plunged in again. With my free leg I placed my foot on the bed and tilted up and we started again. Any rhythm established before was getting lost in the animalistic need for completion. Aya's hands were digging into my hips almost painfully, but I didn't care. My hand stole down to stroke myself. The funny noise Aya made only had me thinking he approved.

While my eyes wanted to close to feel every movement, I knew I couldn't do that. I had to look at Aya. I saw that his eyes were closed as well. "Aya, open your eyes."

Eyelids fluttered open to half-mast as amethyst eyes stared down into my own. I smiled as I saw the spark of passion that I always knew was there surface. Aya's eyes began to lose focus as we both drew near. One more glancing stroke upon my prostate sent me over the edge, crying out Aya's name, and sending ejaculate all over us. Aya continued on a little longer before he moaned my name in the most erotic way I've ever heard and released his warm spurts deep inside of me. I knew he would be beautiful when he truly let go. I'm glad I was right. There were no words to describe what Aya looks like when he comes. I only knew I wanted to see that look again and again.

The only sounds in the room were of us getting our breathing under control. Aya pulled out of me and stood. I sighed. Damn ... he was going back into ice mode, I could just feel it.

He stared at me for a moment. "The others will be back soon. We should get dressed," he continued as he walked towards the door. I could hear a distinct click, as Aya locked the door. "But I don't feel like doing that at the moment. So as long as you stay quiet as they mill about, it should be fine. Don't you think?" Aya asked with a big smile.

Well they say you should always be careful about what you wish for. You just might get it. Thank goodness for cliched sayings!

Best Laid Plans

I tried not to choke or to let Yoji know that the cigarette I took from him was killing me. How do people smoke these things? I took a casual glance over at my bedmate to see if he's going to make a joke about my lack of smoking savvy. Instead I'm treated to a rather disturbing image of Yoji. He looked ... depressed? He certainly had that mopey look he's had in the past when things got to him. What does he have to mope about?

In the six months that he has been pursuing me, I spent every one of those moments waiting for the punch line. I assumed when he was flirting with me it was Yoji just being 'Yoji the jokester'. He had flirted with Omi and Ken in the past too, laughing whenever Omi would blush or Ken would get furious with him. I thought I was just part of his private amusement, especially since my "reaction" was always a non-reaction. So he pursued me and I ignored him.

Today was funny though. Have you ever had one of those mornings where you say to yourself, 'What the heck! Whatever happens happens'? I woke up feeling like that. The flower shop was closed due to a national holiday. Ken and Omi went to a football match and I thought to myself if Yoji asked today I wouldn't say no. And I didn't.

The dumbstruck expression on his face was enough to almost make me laugh aloud. The expression quickly turned from surprise to lust and ... well here we were. I will admit I was curious as to just how good Yoji really was in bed. None of his girlfriends ever seemed to complain, but this was different. I don't think I've ever seen Yoji with another man. Not like I'm an expert either. I could probably count on one hand the number of lovers I've had in the past both male and female, whereas I'm sure Yoji's list could fill a phonebook or two. I let him take control, something I've never liked to do, but curiosity being what it was allowed me to be the submissive in this situation.

He surprised me. I was sure he would treat me like a delicate flower or something. It was nothing like that at all. Every kiss, every touch, while gentle also challenging. His touch was electric and it took all of my willpower not to show him how much he was really effecting me. I mean beyond the obvious painful erections and the silent demand for release. With a low moan one would give if they had their parents sleeping in the next room, I climaxed. Yoji was louder, not surprisingly, since his apartment was right next door to mine. I've heard that growling shout in the past.

So what was the problem? He looked like his favorite pet died. My body was happily humming and a quick glance at the clock on my bedside revealed the football game would be over in probably less than an hour.

"We should get dressed, the others will return soon," I told him, realizing as the words left my mouth I was setting myself up for a dirty joke by Yoji. When he replied with a listless ' Okay,' I started to get angry. Is fucking me so damn horrible?

I didn't have time to puff up the ego of a moping Yoji. I got out of bed and started to dress. Man, he was making me feel bad and I wasn't sure why. That was when I felt his eyes staring at me. I could always feel when he does that because I get a warm tingly feeling. I generally ignore him when he does that, but this time I took a quick glimpse.

He had his shirt on but it was still unbuttoned. His tight jeans were on and undone. He was staring at me and touching himself. The look of desire almost took my breath away. He has been acting like a complete ass and he still wanted me?

Without thought, I found myself back on the bed sitting closely with my head on his shoulder. I was working on automatic, my hands roaming his body, my lips and teeth nuzzling his ear, kissing his neck. He was surprised and had started to stutter and to ramble. I tried to silence his mindless babble. His body was completely surrendering to me and I loved it. I had never wanted anyone as much as I did Yoji this moment.

"Do you want me Yoji?" I breathed into his ear. I tried not to laugh at his 'fuck yes' response.

"Will you let me take you?" I wanted to know. If the answer was to be no, I would accept it, but there was something so alluring about Yoji submitting to me that asking was only polite. I wanted him to be certain that he understood what was about to happen.

Watching him shudder and listening to him moan with every touch on my fingers inside him was sheer agony. I wanted to forget the preliminaries and just plunge myself into him. He continued to surprise me. When I expected him to balk he didn't. I pulled my hand away to prepare myself. He waited patiently, shakily on all fours. Such patience deserved a reward.

I wished I was as smooth about entering as Yoji had been earlier. I knew I was rough. I saw his body tense up before he forced himself to relax. I hoped I hadn't hurt him too much, but he wasn't complaining. A slight shift and his muscles clamping so tightly around me forced my brain to take a vacation while the rest of me worked on gut instinct.

My fingers dug into his slim hips and although I knew it would leave bruises I didn't care at that moment. So he won't wear low riding hip-huggers for a few days. One hand would slide up to run my fingers through his blonde locks. I wanted to pull the hair but I didn't. Another time perhaps ... if there would be another time.

I was so close and I sensed Yoji was as well. I wasn't ready to end it just yet. Curiosity played out in the hazed fog in my mind. For some unknown reason I wanted to see Yoji's face. So I pulled out, ignoring the grumbling from Yoji and flipped him over. He seemed to understand and gave me a smile.

I slid back inside, holding him at an angle that couldn't have been very comfortable, but again no complaints-- if nothing else he balanced himself on one foot and his shoulders basically. When he began touching himself again I almost lost it. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the warmth I was enclosed in.

"Aya, open your eyes," he said to me. Easier said than done, but I do manage it somehow. His smile this time around was different ... more genuine maybe. Our movements were raw and wild. This time instead of his standard growl of release he called out ... no, make that screamed out my name.

God, he was pulling me over the edge along with him. I held out for as long as I could before I moaned his name and let myself crash through the waves of orgasm. I collapsed on top of him trying to catch my breath. As we tried to slow our breathing, we quietly stared at each other. I don't know what he was seeing, but I was looking at an amazingly beautiful man that I had never felt closer to in my life.

The warm air of the room cooled down my sweaty body, bringing me back to the moment. I pulled out of his body for the last time, as I rose from the bed and headed to the door.

"The others will be back soon. We should get dressed," I said to him over my shoulder, watching his mouth turn into a frown. If he had pouted, I would have laughed. I checked to see that the door was locked, but this time I locked the deadbolt as well.

"I don't feel like doing that at the moment. So as long as you stay quiet as they mill about, it should be fine. Don't you think?" I asked smiling. Yoji's expression made me laugh. Who says only Yoji can be a jokester?

OWARI