Title:Driven to Distraction
Pairing: Youji/Aya
Rating: NC-17
Smut bunny, pure and simple. I needed something to cheer myself up after a crappy week at work. And I seem to find more joy in writing smut (albeit badly) than reading it.
This is also for Katie. May it be inspiring.
Aya had been tormenting me all day. It had started simply and innocuously enough with a game of footsie under the breakfast table. I was shocked at first to feel the socked foot snake up the leg of my jeans, Aya solidly meeting my eyes while holding a conversation with Ken, Omi, and I, without a trace of what was happening showing on his face. With the foot inching ever higher, I was having a harder and harder time focusing on the conversation and my breakfast, choosing rather to try to control my body.
Why control my body instead of dragging Aya off to the nearest secluded corner and ravishing him? Because I was working a double shift so Ken could have the Saturday off for a soccer tournament and Omi could go work on some group project for school. Those were also the only reasons I was up and allowing myself to be tortured under the table before noon.
Aya and I opened the shop as Ken and Omi took off for their activities. That�s when Aya started getting creative. If I didn�t know the redhead as well as I did, I would have thought that he was trying to seduce me. Halfway through the day, I realized that was probably his intent, and he was succeeding, if his purpose was also to slowly drive me insane. He would squeeze between me and the wall, his chest brushing my back when he could have easily just gone around the counter. His fingers would linger on mine when I passed some object he�d requested. The redhead would find the every opportunity to bend over, showing off his perfect ass in the cotton tan pants that stretched incitingly over the flesh.
Around midday, he disappeared into our kitchen to prepare some lunch. He emerged a short time later with a sandwich for me, and a bowl of sliced fruit for himself, which he proceeded to eat with his fingers, making a quite a show out of the whole thing. I couldn�t help but stare as he slowly devoured the fruit, demonstrating to the unresponsive meal just how dexterous his tongue could be. I didn�t finish my sandwich and was never so grateful for the apron, which, when adjusted, concealed the fledgling erection I was sporting for most of the day.
When Omi arrived back in the afternoon, Aya only got more subtle. He would find more ways to brush up against me, or develop the sudden habit of poking his tongue out of his mouth while appearing to concentrate on an arrangement. It was all I could do to keep from dragging him off to the greenhouse and showing him just what he was doing to me. But the weather had turned from rain and wind to clear skies and sunshine and people were out on the streets, plenty of them looking for fresh flowers before trekking out to family graves to pay respects, or just for something to keep the brightness of the day in their homes in the crowded cities.
I almost cut my finger off when one of our regular customers commented I didn�t appear to be feeling well, that I was flushed and breathing a little raggedly. Of course, that customer couldn�t see exactly what it was that was making react that way. Namely, Aya letting his hand trail across my lower abdomen as he slipped between me and the counter, excusing himself with need of a particular tool.
I was wound tight as a watch spring when we finally closed up for the night. The passes had continued even as Aya had sent Omi off with a wad of cash and specific directions on what to get for dinner. I hadn�t heard the list, I was too busy trying to appear unflustered to a gaggle of girls wanting arrangements for some social function or other. It was hard to maintain even the false calm when Aya sidled up next to me, his hand not so casually resting on my back, slowly making its way under the light sweater I was wearing. His fingers unerringly found that spot in the middle of my lower back that was so sensitive to touch and I got looks from all sides when the shears tumbled from my hand with a muttered curse.
Aya, the bastard, had the nerve to calmly stand there and ask if anything was wrong. He wandered off when I replied in the negative, letting his hand trail across my body as he did so. I shivered; the girls asked if I was coming down with something.
We closed up when the chibi came home with dinner. Ken arrived not too long behind him, tired but happy with the way his kids had performed. We settled down for dinner, the four of us passing around cartons of take out that contained most of my favorite foods, joking and giving each other a hard time as usual. We settled down slightly when the plates were full, the conversation turning mostly to Ken�s tournament.
I was more than happy to let Ken talk as I focused on getting some food in my body. I hadn�t had much luck for most of the day. I carefully avoided watching Aya eat, even if he was doing so with chopsticks this time and not his fingers. I let my guard down as most of the meal progressed without me getting molested.
And I promptly choked on a mouthful of tea when I gasped at the sudden press against the half-hard erection I�d been trying my best to ignore all day. Aya�s eyes gleamed with mischief when I recovered enough to meet his gaze. Ken and Omi missed the look. After assurring themselves that I was not dying they had turned back to their plates.
The foot was still in my lap. How the hell had he managed to get his shoes off under the table without anyone noticing? Toes wiggled against my belly, heel still digging lightly into my groin. My whole body felt over sensitized, on edge from constant arousal maintained throughout the day.
�Youji? You okay?� Omi spoke up, looking concerned.
�Yeah, man,� Ken added. �You don�t look too good.�
I pushed away from the table. �I think I�m gonna go lie down,� I fibbed easily. Well, it wasn�t a total lie. Being prostrate was going to have something to do with it. I made it to my room as rapidly as I could in my state. Too tight pants were carefully, but quickly removed, a heartfelt groan leaving my lips as my erection was freed. My shirt followed and I stood naked in the middle of my room, the breeze coming in through the window cooling my over warm body.
I stretched out on my bed, replaying several of the day�s episodes in my mind, feeling the heat grow between my legs.
�Starting without me?�
I never heard the door open, didn�t realize that my eyes had drifted shut until I opened them to see violet orbs staring down at me.
�You started it,� I replied, my breath choking off as Aya straddled me, settling over my belly.
His lips covered mine and I lost the ability to think for a while. When his tongue brushed my lips I obliged, Damn, but Aya could kiss. My hands cupped his face for a moment, pulling him closer before they slid back into his hairline, tangling in the longer tails that framed his face. Aya rocked back against me in response, never breaking the kiss.
I�d been painfully aroused all day so it didn�t take much more for me to fully rise to the occasion. The weight of my lover against me, the feel of his body against mine was enough. I pulled away from the kiss, breathless.
�You�re wearing too many clothes.�
The only response I received was an evil grin before his mouth descended on mine again, threatening to suck the air out of my lungs. Before I was smothered the lips moved on, Aya�s teeth nipping along my jaw line as he kissed and nuzzled his way down my neck to my chest. The redhead�s intention became clear as his tongue traced a path down the center of my chest, laving my bellybutton briefly before moving lower.
I gasped and arched up into him as my erection was taken into his mouth without warning. My hands tangled in red hair as Aya demonstrated to me this time just how talented his mouth could be. I was already so close, walking the edge all day, but somehow I managed to hold out, let Aya draw it out, my mind fuzzing to white as I concentrated on feeling, the warm mouth doing incredible things to my body, the cool hands clutching at my hips trying to keep me from thrusting too far.
Stars started to sparkle behind my closed eyes and I arched up one last time, shouting Aya�s name as I climaxed.
The redhead was grinning when he slithered back up my body kissing me softly. I could taste myself on him, and I kissed him back, the world slowly coming back to me as the tremors subsided.
Aya broke off this kiss. �Happy birthday,� he whispered against me.
Birthday? My eyes shifted to my watch, still strapped to my wrist. It was my birthday. How had I not noticed?
Aya kissed me again, softly. When he spoke, he sounded almost shy. �I know how much you hate your birthday, so I tried to distract you, to keep you from getting all maudlin on me.� He grinned a little. �Did it work?�
�Hell yes,� I replied with a breathless laugh. My Aya. Who�d ever have guessed what lurked beneath the icy exterior. The redhead looked extremely pleased with himself. We couldn�t have that.
I rolled us without warning, easily reversing our positions. �You�re still wearing too many clothes,� I smiled.
�Maybe we should fix that,� he suggested with a grin of his own.
Damn but he was gorgeous when he smiled. I leaned in to kiss him, my hands working their way under the hem of his sweater. It was one of mine, I idly noticed as I inched the heavy knit sweater up, breaking the kiss long enough to pull the garment over my lover�s head.
My hands roamed the pale muscled chest and stomach. What meat there was on Aya�s bones was all finely honed muscle that bunched and twitched under my teasing fingers. I slid back a little, feeling heat press into my bare backside. It appeared that I hadn�t been the only one suffering from the teasing.
Aya shivered as my fingers skimmed his ribs, dipping down towards his navel, back up to his nipples. A light puff of air caused them to rise and pucker, drawing a shuddering sigh from the body beneath me. I was convinced long ago that the reason Aya hated to be touched was because his body often reacted so easily. A light kiss in just the right spot could make him squirm and I set about doing just that. I wasn�t above torturing him a little, not after what he�d put me through all day, even if he�d had good reason.
A few wet kisses and strategically placed love bites later, Aya was practically writhing beneath me. His responses were enough to boost my own arousal again and I felt familiar heat start to spread through my belly. I moved back up to his face and kissed him deeply, reveling in the change as Aya melted against me, though his hips still tilted up, seeking contact.
I brushed my thumb over his lips when I pulled back, never breaking my gaze with hazy violet eyes, darkened with passion. His lips were swollen, cheeks flushed, looking utterly debauched, but still gorgeous. I�d say he was beautiful, but I still have problems putting that label on a man. Call me old fashioned.
Aya�s pants were removed and the sigh that issued forth was nothing short of relieved as his length was freed of its confines. I broke away from the sight of my pale redheaded lover spread out in front of me to retrieve a tube from the bedside table, tossing it down on the bed within easy reach as I smothered Aya, covering his body with my own, gasping as his erection nudged my fledgling one, encouraging its return.
I found myself staring up at Aya an instant later. �It�s your birthday,� he said softly, leaning in to kiss me again. And then he set about paying homage to every inch of my body. He sought out every erogenous zone on my body that he knew about and probably found a few more, so thorough was his exploration.
When he was done I was once again a quivering bundle of nerves. Every nerve ending was aflame, super sensitive, and I didn�t want it to stop. Only Aya has ever managed to bring me to such heights.
One of my hands was pulled off the hip it had clamped onto, the tube placed into it. My eyes drifted open, seeing affirmation in equally hazy violet ones.
I rolled us again easily, settling Aya back with another deep kiss. I dragged my hands lightly down Aya�s chest as I moved backwards so I was kneeling between his spread legs. I fumbled with the cap on the tube for a minute before it came off and squeezed a small amount into my palm, working it over my fingers.
Slowly, I eased one finger into Aya�s opening. He arched up as I bumped that spot inside, gently relaxing the tight ring of muscle so I could slip in a second finger, scissoring slowly, pressing deeper to cause those sparks to go off in Aya�s head.
I reached again for the tube, squeezing a more generous amount into my hand, sighing softly as I coated myself. Aya�s legs spread a little wider when my hands moved to his hips and I positioned myself. I pressed forward slowly, not wanting to hurt the man beneath me.
I paused when I was completely enveloped, leaning my forehead against Aya�s as I pulled back out, then slid back in, establishing an easy rhythm. But we were both too far gone for slow and easy, and we worked up to a frantic pace in no time. Our hands sought each other�s, arms stretched above our heads as I pounded my lover, hearing him make soft encouraging noises as we moved together.
He began to tighten around me and I shifted slightly so each stroke hit his prostate, sending him arching up into me even more. A few more strokes and was calling my name softly, his release coating both our chests. At virtually the same instant I came inside him, our foreheads pressed together.
I collapsed atop him, my softening erection slipping free as I rolled bonelessly to the side. One hand released his, and I used it to brush long bangs out of his face. His eyes opened slightly and he turned toward me, a small smile on his face.
I kissed him gently, then drew him to me.The redhead snuggled up close, pulling covers over us, warding off what little chill was left in the air. He still wore a grin, a mix somewhere between sated and smug.
He did good, I have to admit. I dropped a kiss to the top of his head. My birthday was normally spent sleeping late then sneaking out to hit as many bars as possible to drown memory. The date came too close to when I'd lost Asuka, and it's not like the birthdays of my childhood were memories I wanted to cherish. Aya had succeeded in making me not remember in another way.
I hoped it would be a new tradition. Waking up with the redhead in my arms was much preferable to waking up hung over.
Noises from downstairs made Aya groan and turn his face into my neck. "Don't kill them," he muttered.
"Nani?" I shifted so he had to look up at me.
"Ken and Omi. They wanted to do something. I was the distraction."
I laughed. From the look on Aya's face he had expected me to be furious. "They were in on it?" I asked, still chuckling.
Aya half shrugged. "More like I was in on their plans." He smiled shyly, the expression reaching his eyes more than his lips. "They didn't want you to get all mopey either," was his simple explanation.
I kissed him deeply. When we pulled apart minutes later we were both breathing heavily, that familiar spark building between us. "Well," I said as I rolled off the bed, reaching for my pants. "I guess we better go see what they're up to."
Aya growled a little, still stretched out on the bed. I bent over him and kissed him again, something I never did get enough of. "Thank you," I whispered against his lips.
Somehow, I thought, facing my birthday didn't seem like such a bad thing anymore.
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