Chapter 34
Yohji grinned as he noticed Aya listening in from around the corner to Ken telling Omi that Aya wasn't scary at all once you get to know him.
Aya winked at Yohji with a devious smirk before heading into the room and motioned for Yohji to hide better.
"Hey, Aya," Ken was grinning like a fool.
"Good morning, Aya. Is Yohji up yet?" Omi asked, beaming as usual.
"No, I thought I would let him sleep. Omi, I need to talk to Ken in private," Aya patted Omi on the shoulder while the confused boy left the room.
Yohji grabbed Omi by the arm and covered his mouth while yanking him into the shadows.
"Aya is pulling a prank of some sort on Ken. Lets just listen in," Yohji snickered softly.
"Ken, did you think I wouldn't find out?" Aya demanded in a tight voice.
"Wha…what did I do this time? I haven't done anything!" Ken was protesting.
"There's fake blood all over my bed with a fake rubber brain! Did you think I wouldn't know it was you? Do I look stupid to you?"
"Honestly, man, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about! I'm not that stupid! If I was going to trash your room I'd probably just hide all of your stuff. I wouldn't go wrecking your bed!" Ken sounded panicked.
Yohji was trying so hard not to laugh, and Omi wasn't faring much better. It was just too damned hilarious to watch Ken flounder.
"If I ever catch you in my room again it will be your brain on the bed!" Aya hissed. Damn, he really sounds convincing!
"By the way, Ken, would you be helpful and bring my laundry up for me later?" Aya asked as he walked out of the room.
Yohji barked out a laugh, he couldn't help it. He stepped into view with Omi in tow, the two of them laughing hysterically.
"You guys are mean," Ken laughed, slapping Aya on the back before going back to cooking.
"I was going to accuse you of sleeping with Yohji, but it just didn't fit." Aya mused.
"Damned right it doesn't fit, you jackass, Ken is waaaaay too young for me. Besides, why would I even look at anyone else when I have you," Yohji hugged up against him from behind, kissing the side of his neck.
"No love in the kitchen!" Ken pleaded, and then paused at his own wording.
"Love in the kitchen makes the food taste better," Yohji grinned at him over Aya's shoulder.
"Okay, that can take on two meanings. One is true, the other is….gross!" Ken laughed, flipping the homemade hash browns.
"That should be a rule, while holding and kissing is alright, no DNA in the kitchen," Yohji snickered. He soooo didn't want to think of Ken and Omi doing it on the countertops. Nasty!
"Hey, we should have more outings like the paintball game. Any of you up for a soccer game?" Ken asked.
All three of them left the kitchen quickly before Ken could continue.
"I'm surprised you ran with us, Omi," Yohji snickered.
"Watching Ken play soccer and actually playing it are two different things! At least from far away I can stare at his…"
Aya's hand quickly snapped over Omi's mouth, saving them both from having to hear the rest of that part! Its like your kids talking to you about their sex lives, its just wrong!
"Why'd you cover my mouth, Aya?" Omi asked obliviously.
"Because I didn't want to hear what you were about to say, obviously," Aya droned.
"Hey, Aya, wanna leave some DNA in the hallway?" Yohji winked at him, waiting for… Omi ran from the hallway!
"I think that's home team 2, visitors 0," Yohji laughed. Aya nodded.
"Yeah, but you do know they're going to try to get us back, right?" Aya smirked, pulling him in for a kiss. Like I'd ever say no to that!
Yohji quickly invaded Aya's space, pressing his body up against the swordsman's, letting him feel the instant erection he'd gotten the second Aya had kissed him.
What he really wanted was to strip down and take him right there, not caring at all that the boys might walk in on them. But Aya wouldn't want to do it right here, for that very reason. Aya might not act like it, but Yohji knew that the man actually did care what the boys thought of him.
"Oops, I dropped it on the floor! I think I'll give this one to Aya," Ken said a little too loud.
Aya walked in and accepted the plate Ken was holding out for him.
"Damnit! You were supposed to spaz out!"
"When you are so obviously saying it out loud so that Aya will hear you? He's not a moron." Yohji snickered. Did Ken really think that was going to work?
"Come on, Omi, let's go and collaborate a scheme!" Ken giggled, grabbing his own plate while Omi picked his up. The little blonde giggled and followed him.
"I wonder what those two will do in retaliation."
"I can guarantee it will be something annoying," Aya moved aside and let him grab his own plate.
Yohji leaned in and caught Aya's lips in another kiss before sitting down to eat. He smiled when the redhead's sat across from him and reached out to skim his fingers down his cheek.
Yohji caught Aya's hand and kissed those calloused hands before going back to his food.
"They've already gotten us back, Yohji," Aya pointed to the counter where there was normally a can of coffee and a package of green tea. Both were gone.
"Ugh, not my coffee," Yohji whimpered, pressing his forehead to the table.
"Don't be a baby," Aya's fingers were sliding through his hair.
Author's notes: thanks JollyBigSis and Blackorcid for your reviews.
I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this story, I'm just enjoying writing it.
I'm glad everyone seems to like it so far. :D