Beautiful: Part Two
At the flower shop the next morning, Yohji, Omi and
Ken were on duty and the shop was relatively quiet. It
was still too early for the daily rush of young girls
to rush in and admire their favorite florists.
Yohji leaned gracefully against the counter and
grinned at his two friends. He let his sun glasses
slip a little lower on his face and peered at Omi and
Ken. He shook his head. They were at it again. They
always seemed to be teasing each other about something
and today was no different. It was kind of sweet
though, Yohji mused. They almost acted like brothers.
“Ken-kun! I thought I told you to give those flowers
to /your/ girlfriend.” Omi protested as he swept up
some stray petals on the shop floor.
Ken looked up in surprise and paused in his attempt to
water the roses. “What do you mean, Omi-kun?” He
glanced at Yohji warily, but the older man only
shrugged. His eyes were bright with amusement. He was
clearly enjoying this little scene. He raised his
eyebrows slightly and seemed to ask how Ken was going
to explain this one.
“I went into Yohji’s apartment last night to return
the video that I borrowed and I saw the bouquet on his
counter.” Omi continued.
Ken swallowed hard and gripped the watering can
tightly in his hands. He felt a slight blush began to
show on his cheeks and he frowned. “But I.. Yohji…”
Ken stammered. He was having trouble explaining the
situation to his friend.
“It doesn’t matter what Yohji-kun said! Did you get
stood up, Ken-kun!?” Omi asked with his hands on his
hips. He stared at Ken with determination and took a
few steps closer.
Ken’s eyes widened and he blushed even more. He
glanced over to see Yohji leaning smugly on the
counter. He was clearly enjoying the spectacle. Ken
clasped his hands together nervously in front of him
and shook his head.
They all turned their heads to the door as a customer
walked in. Yohji gestured towards Omi and went to help
the woman. His smiled widened and Ken was thankful
that they seemed to have dropped the topic of
conversation.
Yohji cleared his throat in order to get Ken’s
attention. “KenKen, could you help me with some
potting soil in the back?” Green orbs glimmered with
mischief and Ken couldn’t help but smile. He nodded
and set down the watering can to join Yojhi in the
storage room. Omi could take care of the shop on his
own for a while.
The door barely clicked shut before Yohji kissed Ken
fiercely pressed up against the inside. Ken returned
the gesture with just as much intensity and moaned in
pleasure as Yohji ran his tongue over Ken’s lower lip.
Ken’s lips parted in an invitation to Yohji’s gesture
and he welcomed his warm moist tongue and the
sensations it brought with it. Ken ran his hands
through Yohji’s hair and pressed himself closer to his
lover. They finally broke the kiss and stared
breathlessly into each other’s eyes. Ken’s lips curved
up in a grateful smile and he leaned his head on
Yohji’s shoulder as their hands found each other and
fingers twined together.
“Yohji…” Ken said uncertainly and glanced back towards
the shop.
“KenKen, he’ll figure it out eventually. I mean come
on, could we be any more obvious? This is the third
time I’ve come back here for potting soil all morning!
He’s got to catch on soon.” Yohji smirked at his
brown-haired lover and kissed him softly on the cheek.
The worry faded from Ken’s gaze and he had to laugh a
little. “Maybe we should tell him soon.”
Yohji shook his head and leaned closer to Ken. Ken
could feel his warm breath against his face as they
stood just inches from another kiss. “Besides, KenKen,
you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”
Ken blushed again as Yohji leaned forward to initiate
another kiss. This one was slightly more subdued than
the last, but it held just as much of the love and
intimacy.
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Later that night, Omi crept out of the apartment
carefully. It was unlikely that anyone else would
notice, but he had to make sure. He still wasn’t ready
to find out how Weiss would handle his little secret
and tonight was not the time to find out.
Omi walked briskly toward the predetermined meeting
place and couldn’t help but smile when he turned the
corner and saw his one and only sitting on a park
bench. The other boy smiled too and his eyes lit up as
Omi came to sit beside him. Their hands found one
another and held on tight.
“Nagi…” Omi said breathlessly as he leaned closer to
the other boy and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. A
delicate blush spread across Nagi’s features
accentuating his dark brown hair and the way it framed
his pale face in a slight curve near his chin.
Nagi raised his fingers to Omi’s lips and pressed them
there tenderly. “Shhh…” he whispered and moved his
hands to Omi’s shoulders. Omi wrapped his arms around
Nagi’s waist and leaned into the embrace as he felt
Nagi’s yielding lips press against his own. His eyes
fluttered closed as sensations took over and he moved
his own mouth against his lover’s. Eventually, they
pulled apart to stare longingly into each other’s
eyes. Omi’s heart was beating quickly in his chest as
he laid his head on Nagi’s shoulder. Nagi brought his
hand up to run his fingers through Omi’s silky brown
hair. He sighed at the feel of the strands against his
skin.
“How were things at the shop today, Omi-pie?” Nagi
asked nonchalantly.
Omi frowned at the nickname. It /was/ kind of cute,
but there was something so absurd and ridiculous about
it that he could never quite bring himself to protest
it. He let it go and decided that his dark-haired
angel could call him whatver he wanted to as long as
he could stay here in his arms.
“Not too bad, I guess.” Omi answered uncertainly. He
thought back to the conversation he had had with Ken
about the flowers. It was still bothering him a
little. They had never really resolved it. Ken always
had a way of conveniently disappearing when Omi
brought up any subject involving Ken’s romantic life.
Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember where Yohji
had run off to after that either.
“Is something wrong?” Nagi asked hesitantly as he
noted the faraway gaze in his lover’s eyes.
“Ie. Not really. It’s just that… I think Ken needs a
girlfriend and I’ve been trying to tell him this, but
he doesn’t listen.” Omi answered. He crossed his arms
in front of him and pushed his lips out a little in a
barely noticeable pout.
Nagi laughed quietly and Omi lifted his head briefly
to glare at him. What was so funny? Nagi just shook
his head and continued to stroke Omi’s hair.
“Hidaka-san needs a girlfriend just about as much as
you do.”
Omi lifted his head again and sat up straight. He
looked over at Nagi in confusion. A small crease
formed on his forehead as his eyebrows came together
in an effort to figure out what that meant. He didn’t
need a girlfriend at all. He already had a boyfriend
and a very adorable one at that. “But, I…you…oh…” Omi
blinked as he started to catch on. “/Oh!/” He gasped
and his eyes widened as everything seemed to fall into
place. That explained so much. The flowers in Yohji’s
apartment. The looks. The touches. The smiles. “Ken
/and Yohji/ are dating?” He looked over at Nagi for
confirmation and received a knowing nod.
Nagi ruffled Omi’s hair affectionately as Omi laid his
head back on his shoulder. “You really should pay more
attention, Omi-pie. They’ve been pretty obvious.
Schwarz has known about it for months.”
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~Owari~
Final comments:
I meant for the Omi x Nagi part to be absurdly cute
and I hope that I was able to get that across. I
really think that they go well together, but I've
never written a fic with the two of them before. The
"Omi-pie" part came to me in a moment of insanity.
Blame final exams or too much sugar or something like
that. Well, I hope everyone liked it. By the way, I
have no idea where Aya was during all of this. Let's
just pretend he was on vacation viviting his sister or
something. He just didn't fit into any of the scenes
in my head this time. Gomen, Aya-fans, maybe next
time.
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