Freeze

Written for the Scarlet Seduction and the seme-Aya competition.

Smut. Pure and simple. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Youji was doing it again, Aya saw, staring at him over the top of his ever-present sunglasses. The redhead could see the light in the green eyes, the sparkle that promised mischief.

Aya turned his attention back to the flowers he was trimming down, stripping thorns from the roses, sorting the wilted foliage from the stock. It had gown harder for Aya to ignore the blonde’s overt glances since they had started sleeping together. If anything, he had the suspicion that Youji had increased his blatant overtures. A look here, a touch there, just enough for Aya to know that he was around, not enough to be obvious to the customers or their roommates. Though really, neither Aya nor Youji thought Ken and Omi were naďve enough to be oblivious.

They couldn’t be, with Kudou Youji, the ultimate flirt living under the same roof with “The Ice Prince,” the man who can’t stand to be touched. But it wasn’t that Aya didn’t want to be touched. Quite the opposite. He couldn’t always control his body. With anyone but Youji it was a personal space issue. With his blonde lover, it was a matter of being able to function. The lightest touch from Youji could send Aya shivering or trembling, depending on where his fingers happened to land.

Friends and lovers, they were learning more about each other than either of them ever thought they’d willingly share with another conscious human being. Aya was beginning to understand Youji’s need for affirmation that Aya was there and real, the need for the casual touching that set Aya on edge in so many different ways. Youji had learned to be patient and let Aya form his words when he wanted to speak. They weren’t without their missteps, and they weren’t without passion.

Aya caught Youji staring again, over the shoulder of the customer he was cashing out. The blonde grinned as he chatted with the lady, wrapping her flowers. Aya rolled his eyes and turned back to the mess left on the table. A neat pile of trimmed blooms lay to one side of the bench, the rest was strewn with debris that needed to be swept up and tossed into the compost. He reached under the counter and found the heavy brush used for such purposes.

The redhead jumped slightly when a warm hand wrapped around the back of his neck at the same time that the bells on the door rang, signaling the customer’s exit. “I’ll be in the greenhouse,” Youji said softly, lips close to Aya’s ear. His breath was warm, smelling of cigarettes and coffee.

“Aa,” Aya answered, leaning back into the solid weight of his lover behind him. He felt the smile against his neck, shivering at the light kiss placed just behind his ear. The hand on his neck tightened in warning and Aya shifted his weight forward as Youji stepped away, going back to whatever task he’d been on when Aya had called him out to help with the daily lunchtime crowd.

Aya glanced up at the clock while he swept the plant matter into the bucket kept nearby. Ken would be returning from his morning off fairly soon, and Omi wasn’t due back until late. The shop would be quiet for an hour or two, until school let out and the swarm of schoolgirls descended. When the tabletop was cleared of trimmings, Aya hefted the bucket and carried it off toward the greenhouse.

Youji was standing at the back of the warm room, arms stretched above his head reaching for a pot on a high shelf. His cropped shirt rode further up, revealing an expanse of smooth tanned skin, his hip huggers accentuating the view, clinging to the man’s thin hips.

Aya set the bucket down, taking a long deep breath of the fragrant air. The greenhouse was one of his secret pleasures. Having a place that was filled with a sense of life, of growing things was a great balm to his spirit at times. He watched the muscles of Youji’s back stretch as the blonde went up on tiptoe. The tallest of the four young men, he was too stubborn to get the stepstool just outside.

“Aya, have you seen-”

“Stop,” Aya said softly, but with a touch of firmness in his voice. He stepped up behind the taller man, who had frozen in place. He ran a finger up the exposed line of Youji’s spine, enjoying the shiver that ran through him. Aya wrapped his hands around Youji’s hips, gently prompting him down off tiptoe. “Turn around,” he whispered, lessening his hold so the blonde could turn in his arms.

Youji’s eyes held a glint of amusement and playfulness. Romps in the greenhouse, or on the worktable after closing weren’t unheard of, but more often than not, it was Youji doing the leading.

Aya stared into the deep green eyes of his lover, returning the gazes he’d been subjected to all day. Pale hands slid up Youji’s torso to his arms, Aya’s hands wrapping around his biceps and pulling the extremities down, at the same time leaning in to kiss the blonde.

Time stood still as lips met, two bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle as the two men pulled each other closer, both struggling to deepen the kiss. Aya ran his tongue over the blonde’s lips, tasting, teasing, taking the opening that Youji granted him when he parted his lips enough for Aya to slip through.

Aya’s hands migrated from Youji’s arms to his back, long fingers seeking the ties of the taller man’s apron. Neither man reacted when the bells on the front door rang and Ken’s call of “Tadaima” sounded through the open greenhouse door. Youji’s hands cupped the redhead’s cheeks, slowly easing him away, breaking the kiss.

Green eyes shone with lust, the silent question of ‘here?’ in Youji’s eyes. Aya responded by tugging on the apron strings, brushing his fingers up the taller man’s spine. Youji shivered, pressing his lips against the redhead’s. Aya let Youji kiss him, still working to get the taller man’s apron untied.

By the time the stings were fluttering around Youji’s thighs, the blonde’s lips had left Aya’s, traveling over his jaw line, nipping at the soft skin just below Aya’s ear, nuzzling at the silky red ear tail falling over his face. Aya tugged on the apron, still looped around the back of Youji’s neck and the taller man broke off his ministrations while Aya pulled the garment over his head and tossed it aside.

Aya’s hands skimmed over the Youji’s sides, mostly covered by the short-sleeved gray cropped top, the blonde’s lips tracing the line of Aya’s black v-neck tee shirt. The redhead shuddered when Youji’s mouth latched onto the hollow at the base of his throat, biting the tender flesh, then licking and suckling at it causing Aya to draw in a breath and send his hands up under Youji’s shirt, raking short fingernails over the blonde’s ribcage.

Youji’s shirt rode up even higher with Aya’s hands, long fingers soothing over the marks he had made, tracing a teasing pattern up towards Youji’s nipples, large circles slowly growing smaller as he closed in on his targets. He pinched both at once, causing Youji to gasp against him, arching his back in response to the touch.

Noises from the shop drifted in as Ken knocked around, but neither of the two men noticed. Aya was pulling Youji’s shirt over the blonde hair, already slipping lose of the tie he wore it in for work, while Youji was busy trying to untie the knot of Aya’s apron. The gray shirt joined the apron and Aya began his full assault on the taut, tanned body before him.

Aya backed Youji against the wall, pinning him with his own body, rocking his hips against the blonde’s while he leaned in for a bruising kiss. His fingers continued to tease Youji’s nipples into tight hard peaks, feeling the skin under his hands grow flushed and slightly damp with sweat. Youji finally got the apron untied and Aya pulled back just far enough to it to be tugged off and strewn away with the other.

Youji’s hands tangled in Aya’s hair as the redhead switched tactics, laving his tongue over and around Youji’s already hard nipples, trailing wet open mouthed kisses down his chest and belly, pausing to pay special attention to the pierced belly button, a fairly new addition, but one of Aya’s favorite toys. Gently, he took it into his mouth, suckling lightly in a preview of his intentions.

Youji’s breath had grown shorter by the time Aya reached his goal of his low-slung waistband. He wrapped his hands around Youji’s slim hips as he used his tongue and teeth to undo the button and pull the zipper down, freeing Youji’s proud erection from its confines. Aya had learned long ago that Youji seldom, if ever, wore underwear. Most of his clothes weren’t cut for them.

Aya slid Youji’s pants down to his ankles in one smooth move, hands returning to the smooth skin of his hips. He inhaled deeply through his nose, the scent of musk, soap, and something wholly Kudou assailing him, mixed with the earthy smell of the greenhouse. His own pants felt tight, straining against his jeans, but he ignored it for the time being as he focused on Youji, hot and hard in front of him.

He took the tip of Youji’s length into his mouth, sucking lightly as he swirled his tongue around it, lapping up the bit of fluid leaking from the tip. Youji’s hands fisted in his hair and Aya had to lean forward as Youji braced himself against the wall. A sharp tug drew Aya up off his knees in a fluid motion, Youji kissing him deeply as he fumbled with the fasteners of the redhead’s pants.

The smaller man took a step backwards, arm going out to a shelf where a small tube of lubricant was secreted away inside an ugly pot. Youji followed, hands tangled on Aya’s belt and promptly tripped over his pants, bunched around his ankles, knocking them both to the floor. Their tangled bodies hit the shelves, rattling pots and sending a couple toppling to the floor. The hideous pot they used for a hiding place shattered after it bounced once, sending shards scattering over the floor and leaving the lube within arms reach.

They lay sprawled on the floor for a moment, Youji laughing breathlessly into Aya’s hair. Aya wrapped his legs around Youji’s waist and rolled away from the pottery shards so the taller man was lying on his back on the floor, Aya sitting on his hips. The redhead reached out for the lube and settled it on Youji’s chest while he slid down the blonde’s body, straddling his thighs. He finished getting his pants unfastened while Youji worked at getting the cap off the lube.

A sigh slipped from Aya’s lips as his erection was freed from his pants. He pushed them down just far enough to get them out of the way. Youji handed him the opened tube when he reached for it, drawing his knees up when Aya shifted.

Aya squeezed a liberal amount of clear gel into his palm then rubbed his hands together, coating them at the same time he bent almost double and licked Youji’s shaft from base to tip, before pressing one finger into him, then another, scissoring gently to loosen the tight ring of muscle, then pressing deeper, searching for that spot that sent Youji’s eyes rolling back briefly.

Youji’s hands were fluttering impatiently on the edge of Aya’s vision, looking for something to clutch as he was teased to the ragged edge of arousal. The redhead pressed the lubricant into one of the blonde’s hands and shifted Youji’s knees. The taller man squeezed a fair amount of lube onto his hands and slicked them over Aya’s weeping erection, long slow strokes that Aya leaned into for a moment, before forcing the blonde’s hands away so he could finish what he started.

Aya’s pale hands contrasted with the tanned skin of Youji’s hips as he held the blonde still as he positioned himself at Youji’s opening, pushing forward slowly, feeling Youji’s body relax and take him in. He stopped when he was all the way in, their bodies linked so intimately that two became one, unable to tell where one stopped and the other began. Youji’s hands moved to cover Aya’s on his hips when the redhead began to move, slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out, then easing back in, stopping again when he slid as far as Youji could take him.

The blonde squeezed Aya’s hands, silently urging more. But Aya had other ideas and kept the pace slow and steady, holding Youji’s hips to keep him from setting the pace. The taller man’s legs wrapped around Aya’s waist, pulling him closer even as he was prevented from taking control.

Aya finally gave in to his own body’s desires and gradually increased the pace of his thrusts, locking his gaze on the jade orbs staring up at him through heavy eyelids. The hands belonging to those eyes relinquished their grip on Aya’s hands and moved toward his own erection, but Aya batted them gently away, wrapping his own hands around Youji’s length, stroking in counter rhythm to his thrusts.

Aya felt the ache in his legs from kneeling in one position, but it was a distant pain, the warmth surrounding him, the pliant body beneath him taking precedence to his senses. Senses that were rapidly becoming overloaded when Youji took advantage of Aya’s hands being occupied to sit up, shifting his weight and impaling himself on the smaller man, awkwardly folding his legs under him to give him leverage without breaking the contact between them.

The blonde took control, increasing the speed and intensity, raising himself up and slamming himself back down against the redhead. Aya captured Youji’s lips, one hand still pumping Youji, but in time with the movement of their bodies rather than against it.

Suddenly, Aya rolled again, putting Youji back against the floor with Aya driving into him with sudden fury, every stroke raking across the blonde’s prostate. A few short thrusts and the blonde came with a gasp, white ribbons spraying Aya’s chest, belly and hand. He watched Youji, something he never got enough of, seeing him in the throes of passion where nothing else existed but the two of them, and then his own release over took him, sending stars sparking across his vision as he came inside Youji, body trembling as he slumped forward.

They remained there for a few minutes, the sounds of their harsh breathing and rapid heartbeats filling their ears, the sounds of Ken moving around noisily in the store drifting through the brief instances of quiet. Youji recovered first, reaching for one of the aprons to clean himself up, then reaching for his pants and shirt. Aya lifted himself off the blonde with effort, both of them hissing with the loss of contact as he slipped out of the taller man’s body.

Youji stood to pull on his pants and Aya tucked himself back into his, using the same apron Youji had to remove the worst of the stains on his shirt.

“Youji? Aya? School lets out in ten minutes and I’m gonna need your help!” Ken’s voice drifted back through the open door to the greenhouse.

Youji pulled on his shirt and pushed his hair back out of his face. Aya bent and grabbed the other apron off the floor and handed it over. Youji took it, his fingers lingering over Aya’s for a moment as their eyes met. Aya stretched slightly and kissed the blonde on the lips lightly, an affirmation, a promise. Youji pulled back first and grinned, dropping a kiss to the redhead’s forehead then spinning on his heel, pulling the apron over his head. He paused in the doorway and looked back over his shoulder to where Aya was still standing, slipping his apron on, dirty side in. Youji, still grinning, winked over his shoulder then continued out into the store, loudly questioning what Ken had found to break. Aya rolled his eyes as he adjusted the apron, then bent to pick up the tube of lube up off the floor, stuffing it into a pocket.

He grabbed a broom from the corner and swept the shards of the broken pots into a neat pile, scooping them up and into the trash in a smooth motion. He’d need to acquire a new ugly pot to use as a hiding place. That, or see that Youji started carrying out his threat to keep lube in the pockets of all his clothes.

Aya stood in the door to the koneko watching Youji move through the store, his normal swagger somewhat stiff. No doubt he was sore, and he would probably have a nice collection of bruises the next day from hitting the floor.

Served him right for staring like that, Aya thought with an inward smile as he stepped back into the well lit shop to save Ken from Youji’s tormenting.



FREEZE
Pay the Girl

So close
So deep inside me
I would be you
And you would be me

Right here
It's now or never
We've come this far
Let's stay together

All this time we never knew

Freeze right here
Turn around
Lean into me
We fall to the ground
We don't even notice who's around

We're getting closer now

Right now
I'm crazy for you
Your playful eyes
I can't ignore you

We're friends
And we're lovers
We're turning on
As we discover

All this time we never knew
You'll be good to me
And I'll be good to you

One kiss
We live for the thrill
We live for the moment
When time stands still

Freeze right here
Turn around
Hold onto me
We don't make a sound
We don't even notice who's around

Freeze right here
Turn around
Lean into me
We don't even notice who's around
Freeze right here



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