-1Chapter 14
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Yohji sat up. Where was he…oh yeah, Aya's room. He'd never looked around it before. It was pretty plain. No posters, no pictures, no mirrors. Just a bed, a stand with a lamp, and a dresser. The closet had nothing but clothes, a first aid kit, and the tools he needed to clean his sword.
His ribs hurt, no doubt from the stranglehold Aya had given him yesterday. And where was Aya? The man had better not pull a disappearing act every time he fell asleep, he just didn't have the energy to go searching for him after he just woke.
"Aya?" he called out, hoping the man was within hearing range. No answer. But then even if he were within hearing range he might not answer. Maybe he'd remembered enough about himself that he knew why he didn't answer. Yohji would love the answer to that one.
Great, so he really was going to have to look for him. He'd hoped he could drag Aya outside so that he could have a smoke, but he had a feeling that wasn't going to happen.
Well, he guessed he was going to have to look for Aya before he could even have a shower. That sucked. And Aya probably wouldn't even appreciate it. That bothered him. He wanted Aya how he was last night, laughing and playful, not what he knew he was going to walk in on. A bitchy Aya with a head wound and a hangover.
Omi must be up. He could smell cooking. No, it couldn't be Omi, because it smelled putrid, it must be Ken.
Omi was the only one who could really cook. Aya and Yohji always bought takeout, and Ken made things that weren't even edible.
He made his way down the stairs.
"Mornin', Ken," Yohji greeted as he entered the kitchen. He stretched as he watched the brunette stir the contents in the pan. What the hell had he…
"Ken, what did you put in that?" Yohji cringed at the sight, it looked kind of…sludgy.
"I'm not really sure. I wasn't paying attention," Ken smiled as he continued to stir. Ken was the only one who ate his own creations, everyone else found reasons not to eat it.
"I saw Aya rummaging through the cupboards so I told him I'd make breakfast. This has…probably everything in it, so it should be good. it's all healthy though, I gave up on trying to mix breakfast and dessert together. It never turned out just right, something was just a bit off."
"Yeah, like the guy cooking it," Yohji grinned as he ruffled Ken's hair. Okay, so Aya was fine. He was safe indoors and somewhere nearby if he was waiting for Ken. But then again, he probably caught a whiff of it and bolted. He knew he was going to. There was no way he was going to eat that crap, Ken could wake the dead with that shit.
"Aya?" Yohji rounded the corner and nearly ran smack into him.
Aya tried to brush past him but Yohji caught him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Aya, holding him still.
"About last night…"
"What about last night?" Aya asked, sounding disinterested.
"I…we…I had a lot of fun last night. It was nice to see you loosen up a bit. If you remember anything about it you'll remember that I didn't take advantage. Maybe we could go somewhere today, someplace away from here to just…" what was the best way to ask Aya out?
"Yohji, let me go," Aya warned in a deadpan voice that he recognized. He let go immediately. If Aya were going to attack him with the sword he would have to fight back, and hugging Aya wasn't the best way to go about defending himself.
"Fine, I will go with you. But I don't want to go anywhere loud. I don't want people to touch me," he still looked about ready to kill Yohji, but he turned around and headed toward the kitchen.
"Um, Aya, just so you know, the shit Ken cooks isn't exactly edible, just say you wanted fruit instead and grab an apple or something. Say the hangover is bothering your stomach or something. Just don't…Aya? What are you…"
"Thank you," Aya said as Ken ran over and handed him a plate. Yohji stared with wide eyes as Aya set his sword down against the wall beside him and lifted the fork to take a bite.
"Oh, Yohji, did you want some? I have extra!" Ken was grinning like a fool. Well, of course he was, it was the first time in a year he'd been able to find anyone sucker enough to eat what he'd cooked.
"No, I.."
"He does. He's just worried he's putting you out," Aya said, smiling politely at Ken.
"What the hell, Aya? You just dug my grave!" Yohji groaned. He couldn't very well back out now without being obvious. He didn't want to hurt Ken's feelings.
"What do you think, Aya?" Ken asked as he handed the plate to Yohji.
"Its fine. Ken who taught you how to cook?" Aya asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
Oh, why was he playing this up so well? He didn't want Ken to continue to constantly make him food. He wanted Ken to just make dinner for one like he usually did. By now he was used to them ducking around his food, probably figuring that they just weren't hungry at the same time as he was.
"I'm self taught," Ken said, grinning as he ran and got his own plate.
"Serves you right for getting me drunk," Aya growled low enough that Ken couldn't hear over the vent.
"So this is revenge torture? Couldn't you just cut me or something?" Yohji threw up his hand dramatically.
He guessed he was going to have to eat it. Wait a minute! No way! That wasn't playing fair. Well, if Aya could be unfair then so would he. He quickly lined his plate up with Aya's and used his fork to push it over onto Aya's plate.
"What the hell, Yohji!" Aya shouted, slapping his plate on top of Yohji's. Wait! That meant that he had both of them! Shit! And there was no way to make Aya take it back. Aya was heading back upstairs, probably for a shower. When had he grabbed his sword? He sure as hell hoped Aya understood that he couldn't take his sword when they went out tonight…that is, if he even still wants to go out tonight.
"Where's Aya going?" Ken asked, startling Yohjij. Yohji scratched the back of his head, trying to think of a way to give the food back to Ken without upsetting him.
"You're not hungry, are you? Why don't you just admit that you're just not the breakfast kind of guy."
"You caught me. I just want a smoke and some coffee. Aya's probably in the shower."
"Should he be showering alone?" Ken asked. Yohji couldn't help but laugh. Damn, he should've asked Aya that. It would've been hilarious to see the look on his face. Or maybe…what if Aya had let him.
Shit! He'd better go ask!
Yohji shoved the plate onto the counter and raced upstairs. Damnit! He wanted to shower with Aya!
Yeah, he could hear water. Aya was definitely in the shower! He knocked on the door.
"Aya, can I come in?" Yohji called. No answer. Okay, that could be bad or it could be normal. It was hard to say.
Yohji quickly picked the lock and slipped in.
"Aya, you alright in there?" He asked, approaching the shower. He looked at the outline on the shower door, glad he hadn't been mistaken and walked in on Omi instead. That would be embarrassing.
"I'm fine. What do you want?" Aya demanded, sounding pissed off.
"Do you need any help? You're probably still dizzy, I could…"
"Fine." Aya said, though his tone wasn't too convincing. Yohji's heart was beating hard as he approached the door. He almost forgot to undress, but that would totally give him away if he opened the door in full clothing.
He couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough. Normally even a hot girl naked in his bed wouldn't get him undressed quite this fast, he liked to take his time with things. But if he took his time with this the shower would be over and he wouldn't get another chance like this for at least another day.
He opened the door. Goddamn, but Aya was beautiful when he was wet and naked, he had to force himself not to stare at every droplet of water and just get in with him. Even more so he had to force himself not to attack Aya right there. He was hard as a rock. He just prayed Aya wouldn't see his predicament.
"Wash my back, I can get the rest myself," Aya turned his back to him, revealing the long line of his spine and a perfect ass.
"I think we should start with your hair. If you do it yourself you're going to end up accidentally hitting your stitches. I'll get it," he poured some shampoo into his hands and lathered Aya's locks, massaging his fingers into his scalp while Aya tilted his head back. It was the first real wash it had in a week, so he had a lot to clean. He'd cleaned it the best he could before, but it hadn't been enough. He'd cleaned around the bandages.
He quickly rinsed it out. Now he would move on to his back. He soaped his hands up and started to run his hands over Aya's shoulders first, rubbing his fingers into the muscles there. Aya's skin was so soft, silky under his touch. He wished he could run his lips across the long line of his throat. But he had to behave himself. If he wanted Aya to go to dinner with him tonight he was going to have to keep his hands to the task only.
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Guess what kind of bitch I am? The kind of bitch that is going to end it there for tonight and make you wait until tomorrow.(mainly because I'm changing perspectives again) I honestly was originally going to have him walk in on Omi, but then I was like 'well, we'll give Yohji a bit of a break and at least he gets to see Aya in the shower after all he's been through.