~Some time later~
"Yohji? Are you okay? I'm getting worried Yo-tan...you've been in there for three hours...please...come out?"
No sound came from the door.
"Yoh-" the doorknob slowly started to turn, then stopped.
"Are you done being weird, Ken?"
"Yes. I don't know what was wrong with me Yohji, but I'm okay now. I guess I just got caught up in the song. Gackt can do that to you."
"Okay, I'll come out."
I slowly came out of the bathroom. Ken wasn't standing there waiting for me, much to my surprise. I made my way to the kitchen. Being in the bathroom for three hours kinda makes you hungry.
When I got to the kitchen, Ken was standing behind the island. It looked like he was making something to eat. That's good...cause I'm hungry.
"You hungry, Yohji?"
"You have no idea."
"Good! Cause I've got just the thing!" Ken was wearing a pick frilly apron, and had many things spread out on the counter in front of him.
I sat down at the table, not going past Ken. I'd like to keep my distance for now. I'm kinda scared. I'm also a little scared of whatever Ken is making. I don't think he actually is cooking anything...there's no sign of fire...no thick black smoke in the apartment.
Ken comes out from behind the island, and his little apron really resembles a dress, cause he's only wearing his boxers with the apron. He puts the "food" down in front of me. Strawberries, hot fudge, and whipped cream. Well if that doesn't just scream foreplay...I don't know what does.
Now all we need is wine.
"Oh, I forgot. I picked up this really cheap wine the other day, it's not much, but it'll do, right?"
Ken turned around to get the wine from the refrigerator and OMG!! Ken is but naked under that! I can see his ass, now that his back is to me. Okay...try and stay calm. It's okay. He still has the apron on, right?
Wait a minute...where did that music come from? Why do I know that song? OMG! It's Vanilla again!! What is Ken trying to do to me?
Ken comes back with the wine and a couple of glasses. He hands me mine, as he sets his on the table. With shaking hands, I grab the glass. I find myself suddenly very curious as to if you can see through the apron. My eyes wander down to his waist, and no...you can't see through it...but he's obviously very aroused.
"Aren't you going to eat? I bought these just yesterday. They're really good!" Ken then unties his apron, and now it's just barely there. If a just of wind came, it could blow the apron up, and that would not be good. Oh great, I'm starring at him, now he's gonna think I want him.
"Yohji..." Ken draws out my name. He slowly lifts the apron over his head, and lets it drop to the floor. Then he grabs a strawberry, dips it in the chocolate, and sprays some whipped cream into his mouth. He they sits on my lap, and holds the strawberry to my lips. It looks to good to pass up, and I'm sooooooooooo hungry, so I take a bite. And what good is strawberries with hot chocolate, and no whipped cream? So I take Ken's face into my hands, and lean in to get some whipped cream.
His mouth opens to me, and I get a mouth full of sweet whipped cream. His tongue fights it's way into my mouth, and before I realize what happened, my strawberry is gone and Ken's staring at me, eating my strawberry. He licks his lips, "good, huh?"
"Yohji? Are you okay? I'm getting worried Yo-tan...you've been in there for three hours...please...come out?"
No sound came from the door.
"Yoh-" the doorknob slowly started to turn, then stopped.
"Are you done being weird, Ken?"
"Yes. I don't know what was wrong with me Yohji, but I'm okay now. I guess I just got caught up in the song. Gackt can do that to you."
"Okay, I'll come out."
I slowly came out of the bathroom. Ken wasn't standing there waiting for me, much to my surprise. I made my way to the kitchen. Being in the bathroom for three hours kinda makes you hungry.
When I got to the kitchen, Ken was standing behind the island. It looked like he was making something to eat. That's good...cause I'm hungry.
"You hungry, Yohji?"
"You have no idea."
"Good! Cause I've got just the thing!" Ken was wearing a pick frilly apron, and had many things spread out on the counter in front of him.
I sat down at the table, not going past Ken. I'd like to keep my distance for now. I'm kinda scared. I'm also a little scared of whatever Ken is making. I don't think he actually is cooking anything...there's no sign of fire...no thick black smoke in the apartment.
Ken comes out from behind the island, and his little apron really resembles a dress, cause he's only wearing his boxers with the apron. He puts the "food" down in front of me. Strawberries, hot fudge, and whipped cream. Well if that doesn't just scream foreplay...I don't know what does.
Now all we need is wine.
"Oh, I forgot. I picked up this really cheap wine the other day, it's not much, but it'll do, right?"
Ken turned around to get the wine from the refrigerator and OMG!! Ken is but naked under that! I can see his ass, now that his back is to me. Okay...try and stay calm. It's okay. He still has the apron on, right?
Wait a minute...where did that music come from? Why do I know that song? OMG! It's Vanilla again!! What is Ken trying to do to me?
Ken comes back with the wine and a couple of glasses. He hands me mine, as he sets his on the table. With shaking hands, I grab the glass. I find myself suddenly very curious as to if you can see through the apron. My eyes wander down to his waist, and no...you can't see through it...but he's obviously very aroused.
"Aren't you going to eat? I bought these just yesterday. They're really good!" Ken then unties his apron, and now it's just barely there. If a just of wind came, it could blow the apron up, and that would not be good. Oh great, I'm starring at him, now he's gonna think I want him.
"Yohji..." Ken draws out my name. He slowly lifts the apron over his head, and lets it drop to the floor. Then he grabs a strawberry, dips it in the chocolate, and sprays some whipped cream into his mouth. He they sits on my lap, and holds the strawberry to my lips. It looks to good to pass up, and I'm sooooooooooo hungry, so I take a bite. And what good is strawberries with hot chocolate, and no whipped cream? So I take Ken's face into my hands, and lean in to get some whipped cream.
His mouth opens to me, and I get a mouth full of sweet whipped cream. His tongue fights it's way into my mouth, and before I realize what happened, my strawberry is gone and Ken's staring at me, eating my strawberry. He licks his lips, "good, huh?"