Chapter 25

Aya tapped his nails on the table as he watched Yohji cook. There were so many comments he wanted to make. He wanted to give Yohji tips so that the meal wouldn't be ruined. But he also didn't want to hurt Yohji's pride by pointing out that he was letting the noodles boil for too long and not stirring up the white cheese sauce.

He knew Yohji was doing his best, but…but he was doing it WRONG! He could smell the sauce starting to burn.

"How the hell did that happen?" Yohji cried, pulling off the stove.

"Because you weren't stirring it," Aya finally said, rolling his eyes.

"You could've said something!" Yohji pouted at him.

"Sometimes we have to learn by example. Maybe it will be in your memory now so that you don't burn the next one."

"Yeah, but what do I do now! We don't have enough of anything to make the sauce!"

"Then grab one of the ones that Omi picked up with groceries. And take the pot off the burner, you're turning the noodles into mush."

"Shit!" Yohji pulled it off the burner and strained it.

"You weren't going to tell me that either? Aya! I was trying to make a romantic dinner. Now its soggy noodles and microwave spaghetti sauce."

"Its fine, Yohji." Aya watched him put the sauce in the microwave. He didn't care either way right now. Yohji was the one who wanted to do the romantic thing. The only thing that made Aya care about it was the fact that no one had ever done anything like this for him. No one had cared enough to even bother. I mean Yohji knew that he could have him without any of this, and yet the man was still trying to make things as special for them as possible.

To tell the truth, Aya wasn't all that hungry to begin with, he'd just pretended to be so that things still felt like they were on his terms. He didn't know why that was so important to him even now. Even so, he wouldn't tell Yohji that.

He ate without a word. He didn't know what to say. Was he supposed to say anything?

Yohji was smiling at him.

"Its too bad you work in a flower shop, or I would've brought you flowers." Yohji chuckled.

"And there's also the fact that I'm male." Aya quickly put his hand over his cup when Yohji moved to pour him some wine.

"It won't kill you, Aya," Yohji snorted.

"I would like to keep all of my brain cells, thank you."

"Okay, keep drinking water then," Yohji smirked at him. Aya had every intention of continuing to drink water. He wasn't a huge fan of any sort of alcohol. He'd been known to have the odd glass of wine, but only if he'd really been in the mood for it, which wasn't very often.

"And by the way, some guys do like flowers."

Aya finished off and rinsed his dish before putting it in the dishwasher. He stood there and waited for Yohji to finish. The blonde seemed to get the point and hurry up.

This was as special for Aya as it was for Yohji. It was special for Yohji simply because he loved him. And for Aya? Well, Aya wanted to know what it would be like to be with someone that he loved. Both reasons amounted to the same thing.

Aya walked toward the stairs, holding out his hand to Yohji, who was quick to take it.

"Well, I sort of tried to make my room a bit romantic, too. I hope you like it," Yohji said, and Aya could swear he saw a touch of self-consciousness in Yohji's eyes before it was quickly replaced with a smile.

Aya was intrigued about what Yohji's idea of a romantic room was. Did he pick up his clothes off the floor?

Yohji pushed his door open to reveal what almost looked like a different room. The porn on his walls had been taken down, the clothes were put away, the bed was made, and there were candles surrounding the entire room.

"Yohji! You left candles burning up here while you were cooking downstairs?" Aya growled. His eyes narrowed at the rose petals sprinkled across the white sheets.

"they're fake. I know you don't like the smell of flowers."

Aya smiled at him, but walked over to the bed and shook out the top sheet. He knew what fake flowers felt like, and it wasn't something he wanted stuck to his body.

"they're too rough. Besides, they look better down there," Aya said quickly, hoping that he hadn't hurt Yohji's feelings.

"However you like it, Aya."

Aya pulled his shirt up over his head, folded it neatly, and set it on Yohji's dresser.

"Why don't you dance for me, Aya?"

"Not going to happen," he'd done it a few times for missions, and he'd hated it.

"Want me to dance for you?"

"I want you to quit wasting time." Aya caught the way Yohji was staring at him. He wasn't used to being looked at like that. I mean whenever he'd been with anyone else they had barely looked at him at all until he was out of his clothes. Yohji was staring at his chest. Aya looked down to try to see what Yohji was looking at, but shrugged it off.

"Never seen a man's chest before? I find that hard to believe."

"None worth looking at, well, other than my own that is," Yohji was smirking at him.

"No one said you have to stay over there with your clothes on looking like a virgin schoolboy," Aya grinned when Yohji barked out a surprised laugh.

"I don't think anyone would ever describe me like that!"

"Then come here!" Aya grabbed Yohji around the waist and jerked him into his arms. He didn't bother with the buttons on Yohji's shirt, he just ripped it open instead and folded it, setting on top of his own.

He bit lightly at Yohji's collarbone, making the blonde gasp before trailing a kiss down to his nipple, taking it in his mouth.

"Damn! I never thought that…"

"quiet," Aya couldn't concentrate if Yohji kept talking.

He steered Yohji toward the bed, pushing him down onto it.

He made quick work of his own pants before climbing ontop of Yohji. He wanted to tease the blonde a bit first. He knew what to do. He'd never tried to tease anyone before. He hadn't ever cared enough to.

He nibbled the flesh around Yohji's bellybutton as he started drawing down the blonde's zipper.

Yohji's eyes were intense when Aya looked up at him. He grinned as he climbed off of Yohji and rid the blonde of his pants, folding them with his own.

Aya gasped with surprise as Yohji reached over, grabbed onto him, and yanked him back down onto the bed.

"How do you like it, Aya?" Yohji asked. Aya paused. He wanted to lay on his back and stare up at Yohji.

"That depends on you, Yohji. It depends on what you already know." he didn't know how to word it better. He was pretty sure that, knowing Yohji was still new to desiring a man, that he should probably do all the work by riding him. But he also wanted Yohji to have some semblance of control.

"What I mean is, do you like to top or bottom?"

"Oh, I can do either or, but I prefer to bottom. Do you know what to do?"

"I think so."

"My only rule is that I refuse to turn my back to someone during sex. You can choose the position from there."

"Okay."

Yohji kissed him. He still couldn't get over how nice a kiss really felt. When he was younger and heard somewhat of what a real kiss entailed he'd been grossed out. He never would've guessed that it would feel like a deep connection between them. Even when Aya-Chan had told him, he supposed he'd still thought it would feel gross. He rested his head on Yohji's chest for a second, trying to think of what he would need to do to keep Yohji comfortable with the situation. Yohji usually liked women, he knew that. But he also wasn't about to act like a damned woman! Regardless, he wanted this to be easy for Yohji when he knew the man had never tried this before.

Aya didn't open his eyes and look as he heard Yohji popping the cap off the tube. It wasn't long before he felt Yohji's fingers at his entrance. He winced when he felt the first one slide in. He'd expected it to sting like it always had with everyone else. But he supposed it was because Yohji had used a decent enough amount of lubricant, instead of thinking things like hand cream or spit did the trick.

"You okay, Aya?" Yohji asked. Aya lifted his head from Yohji's chest and looked up at him.

"I'm fine. I'll let you know if I'm not." which was a lie and he well knew it. If Yohji hurt him he wouldn't say anything. He never said anything with the others.

"I want you to keep your eyes locked with mine so I can see if I'm hurting you." Yohji reached his free hand up and cupped Aya's cheek.

Aya rolled his eyes, but nodded, keeping his eyes locked as Yohji's second finger pushed in, scissoring inside.

"Am I doing this right, Aya?" Yohji asked.

Aya nodded, and then winced when the third finger pressed in.

"Shit, I'm so…"

Aya grabbed Yohji's wrist when the blonde made to pull his hand away.

"Its not painful, its just uncomfortable. Its normal. It has to be done." Aya said. There was no way in hell a man as big as Yohji was going to get inside of him without proper stretching.

"How do you want me, Yohji?" Aya asked, pushing Yohji's hand away when the blonde made to add another finger. He didn't need that many unless he was taking two at a time.

"You can have me over you or under you and still be seme. You just have to tell me what you want."

"What about what you want?"

"What I want?" Aya paused at that.

"Yeah, lets do things your way this time."

"Okay." Aya grabbed the tube of lubricant from Yohji and slathered it onto the blonde's member before lowering himself onto it, feeling it push inside, spreading the muscles and tissues as he fought to take it to the hilt. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he forced himself to take it all.

"I thought I was supposed to start shallow and carefully move on. The book said…"

"The book wasn't written by a man who needed this like I do right now!" Aya growled, leaning down and kissing Yohji vigorously on the mouth before moving down to his neck while he waited for his body to adjust.

As soon as the pain was gone he started to move. He wanted it to be so intense that Yohji would want it again. He didn't think he would be able to handle Yohji getting bored with him.

"You are so beautiful like this," Yohji panted, planting his feet against the bed and surging up to keep pace with him.

Aya's back straightened and he threw his head back, feeling the pressure starting as Yohji hammered into him. One of Yohji's hands stayed on his hip while the other one trailed over his chest.

Aya cried out as he came, collapsing down onto his chest as the blonde came.

"Will you stay in here with me tonight, Aya?" Yohji's clean hand was running through his hair, moving against his scalp and over his ear with each brush.

"Yes." Aya let his eyes droop shut.

Author's notes: Thanks JollyBigSis for your review