Misunderstandings, by lyradaemon
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Chapter 7
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Yohji surveyed the piece of paper in front of him with a satisfied smirk. It looked like Operation Seduce Oblivious Team Mates was going to go ahead after all. Last night he had persuaded Omi that, since they were both now trying to get the attention of their gorgeous if not exactly observant team mates, they needed a proper plan. The sort of one that came with a checklist of things to do, full of strategies and ideas. And here was the finished product.
They had both written a list of things they were willing to do – which, unsurprisingly, differed enormously between the two. While Yohji had decided that 'Get Drunk – Kiss Aya' was perfectly legitimate, Omi had opted for something along the lines of 'Buy Kenken His Favourite Ice Cream.' Which is so lame, Yohji thought critically. Aya would never hop into bed with me if I gave him a tub of ice cream. Not in my wildest dreams. I've never even seen him eat ice cream.
Admittedly, they had had to label a few of the ideas as 'High Risk – Only If Desperate', since both were convinced that there were some things for which their would-be lovers would cheerfully murder them. Like 'Watch Porn While Aya Is Reading To Make Him Horny.' Omi had read it then immediately highlighted it, underlined it, put asterisks next to it and declaimed 'Idiot' in large red letters, before informing Yohji that unless he wasn't very attached to particular body parts, he might like to forget about that idea entirely.
Aya does not watch porn. End of story.
There were a couple ideas that Yohji felt were particularly promising. His current favourite was 'Accidentally Walk On Aya In Bath' with the hope that his fiery red head would blush adorably before telling Yohji in a shy, stumbling manner that he didn't really have to go, and would he like a bath too, since he didn't want to waste the hot water?
Yohji had the whole routine worked out. He would wait in his room. When he heard Aya leave his room and go into the bathroom, he'd give him 10 minutes before setting forth.
Foolproof.
To Yohji's delight, Aya had gone into his room only a few minutes ago, and, since it was still quite early, Yohji knew that the Weiss leader would be heading off for a relaxing soak any moment now. His cock twitched happily at the thought.
No sooner had he thought about it, Aya's door opened and…yes, there went the bathroom door. Pressing his ear to his own door, he could faintly hear the sound of the water running into the large tub. Which gave him 10 minutes. No, 15. He'd let Aya relax for a bit, so that he'd be softened up. Perfect.
So Yohji whiled away the next quarter of an hour, preening in his mirror, just to make sure that he looked as gorgeous as he could for impressing Aya. He must have stared at himself for the tenth time before he gave up and headed for the bathroom and Step 1 of Sub-Operation Screw Aya.
These are the moments I live for. When my heard-earned charm is absolutely failsafe.
Settling his fluffy green towel in what he knew was a provocative way around his hips, Yohji sauntered seductively towards the closed bathroom door. He reached for the handle. Opened it. Stepped into the steam. Looked at the bath, gazed at the thick, chocolate brown hair, the soft, tanned skin, the dusky nipples, the-
"Fuck!" Ken yelled moments after his eyes snapped open to find Yohji standing by the tub. A Yohji who had dropped his towel in surprise. "Fuck!" He yelled again, as if that would help matters.
"Shit Ken! Shit, fuck, dammit, I'm so sorry I-"
Ken, in one of his less lucid moments, jumped out of the tub, obviously thinking that it would improve things. It didn't. He noticed Yohji's eyes flicker to his groin before covering himself with his hands. "Get the fuck out of here Kudoh! Fuck off!"
Yohji didn't need telling twice. He hightailed it out of there, only just remembering not to drop his towel, which was now not covering him up in the slightest.
"Yohji?"
Oh fuck with bells on. Fuckity fuck. Aya.
"Oh, uh, hi Aya," he said lamely, somehow managing to hold the towel in front of him. Not that it mattered. Aya had already seen a lot more than he'd wanted to, judging by the look on his face. "I was, um, just going for a bath…"
A funny look flitted across Aya's face. "I can see that."
"Ken…"
"I don't want to know Yohji."
"But-"
"What you choose to do is your own business." He gave Yohji another odd look before retreating back into his room. When he was supposed to be in the bath. Not a naked, wet, surprisingly hot Kenken…
Shut up Kudoh. Just shut the hell up.
He'd walked in on Ken. In the bath. And Aya had seen. It wasn't what it looked like but…what if Aya thought…?
Yohji groaned.
"Omi's going to kill me."
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Omi didn't kill Yohji. He just laughed. Until tears poured down his cheeks and Yohji left in a huff.
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Ken was confused. Very confused. He kept getting flashes of the way Yohji had looked at him. Like, properly looked. The sort you did when you liked someone. But Yohji didn't like him. Did he? And if he did, what did that mean? He didn't want Yohji. Sure, he was gorgeous and everything, but he wanted Omi. His sweet, cute, adorable, fucking hot Omi.
Why couldn't it have been Omi who saw me in the bath? I wouldn't have minded that. He suddenly got a very vivid memory of a naked Yohji. Fuck, I hope that wasn't for me…
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Aya sat on his bed, completely and utterly and thoroughly befuddled. And turned on. Naked Yohji. Naked Yohji. Naked Yohji…
Yohji, the unattainable object of his until now reasonably well-repressed affections, had tried to go and have a bath with Ken. Who, Aya was relieved to notice, hadn't been too enthusiastic. But maybe it was some game they played…
So Yohji likes Ken? And Omi likes Yohji? And I…
Aya whimpered softly. I have one hell of a headache.
To be continued…
