Chapter 10

Yohji was surprised he'd gotten away with holding Aya to help him de-thorn the roses. Really there'd been no reason he'd had to. He'd just wanted to see if he could. Then he'd gotten hard. He was surprised Aya hadn't noticed and shoved him away.

And all he'd been able to think about was how good Aya felt in his arms, and how much he'd wanted to kiss the side of his neck. But he knew for a fact that Aya would've freaked out, and that would've made it so that he wouldn't be able to feel Aya's warmth against his chest.

What was wrong with him? He'd never ever felt this way about a guy before! It was kind of scaring him a bit. He'd always wondered what Omi and Ken saw in each other. But now he was starting to feel a connection that he knew he wasn't ready for.

But if he wanted to win this bet he'd better get used to it. He could've sworn Aya had been blushing a little bit. But that had to be his imagination. Aya just wasn't the type to blush.

Then there was the phone call. Yohji had barely been able to contain his laughter. Someone had a lot of nerve and Yohji wanted to know who. He could bet he'd enjoy a few drinks with this person.

I mean he knew Aya wasn't into that sort of thing. The man seemed to see sex as some sort of sin from the way he'd talked before. So he'd probably only ever been with one person in his entire life and it had gone badly.

"What do you want?" Aya asked, sounding like he really didn't give a damn anyway as he made his tea.

"A lot of things. But right now I just wanted to know who called you while…"

"None of your business," Aya said, though it wasn't his usual growl.

"Oh come on! I'd tell you if it was me. Don't you trust me?" Yohji put on his best pout.

"Not even a little bit. Tell me why you want to know?" Now Aya was staring at him intently.

"Well, I thought I might give him hell for harassing a teammate." Yohji tried for innocent, but he could tell Aya wasn't buying it for a second.

"I honestly just wanted to know who you know that would have that sort of audacity, that's all. I mean you're so reserved. Its odd to think that anyone would try that shit with you. So I was just curious." Okay, so it was mostly honest.

Aya just stood there staring at him, sipping his tea. It was obvious that he wasn't going to get an answer.

"Aya, do you want to go out to eat with me?" Yohji asked. Aya's eyes widened for a second.

"Omi and Ken have gone out to dinner, I thought I might show you a spot that I like, I mean I know you're not from around here or I'd have run into you before. So why don't we go somewhere nice. My treat. I mean I've kinda screwed up all over the place and I know I haven't made things easy for you. So I thought I'd take you out as an apology." Again, it was sort of true. But really he just wanted to go out on a date with Aya whether the other man realized that's what it was or not.

"If Ken and Omi are already out somewhere I suppose it would be logical to eat out," Aya said, nodding to him.

Yohji could've jumped for joy! Progress!

"Alright then. Just let me go and get changed. Its not exactly a jeans kind of place. You might want to get changed into something else, too."

His wallet was going to hurt later, but it was worth it. He loved the place, but he saved it only for the best dates.

"You eat in a place where you can't wear jeans?" Aya asked with a snort, shaking his head at him before heading to his room to change.

"Only when I'm in the mood. It's a special place that I save for good occasions. Like welcoming a new member of the team!"

Yohji dashed into his room, pulled out a pair of blue dress pants and a button up shirt with the top three buttons undone.

Aya had already seen him in jeans, and in leather, and the man hadn't seemed to care. So maybe if he saw him dressed up instead of dressed to kill, he might be more impressed. There was always a method to his madness.

He quickly tied his hair back and raced out of the room, running smack right into Aya and bowling the other man over. They fell together in a tangle of limbs. Yohji stared into Aya's eyes as he realized that their bodies were flush against each other.

Aya lay there for a second, stunned, before shoving him off.

"Sorry, Aya. You okay?" Yohji asked as he climbed to his feet. He grabbed Aya's hand and pulled him to his feet.

"If I wasn't you'd know," Aya said.

Yohji looked him up and down. Aya looked good in his black dress pants and white dress shirt that was untucked and slightly too big.

"The shirt is too big to tuck in and look proper," Aya explained like he was embarrassed.

"Why? Not that I mind, but did you lose weight?" Yohji was curious. He couldn't imagine Aya ever overweight.

"No, I stole it," Aya admitted without remorse.

"Why can't I imagine you stuffing a shirt from a clothes rack into your gym bag?" Yohji asked with a grin.

"Because I couldn't be bothered when Yuushi had a dresser full of them. He won't miss one shirt, they all look alike anyway."

Yohji's own shirt was untucked, and once Aya noticed he seemed to relax a little.

"He one of your old team? I can just picture you sneaking into his room like it was a mission." Yohji snickered. He could picture Aya in full mission gear breaking in through the window.

"No. His things were always in my damned room because the idiot couldn't clean up after himself, so I just picked one up and put it in my dresser in case I ever needed it. Now shut up about it."

Oh, Yohji wanted to ask about that one. But he supposed he didn't need Aya to fill in the blanks if all Aya had to do was pick up an article of clothes off his floor for it to be theft. He's been fucking one of his teammates! What Yohji wanted to ask was 'top or bottom'. He needed to know so he knew what to research. But he didn't dare.

"Are we leaving or are we just going to stand here talking about clothing?" Aya asked.

"Oh. Sorry. Lets go." He walked outside with Aya, grabbing the man's arm when he went toward the Porsche and leading him back to his own car.

"We'll take my car. It'll be easier than me trying to give you directions and meet you there."

Strangely enough, Aya complied without questioning it. He'd been getting tired of being questioned about his motives about everything. Couldn't he get away with anything?

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