Author: Sailor Void
E-mail: VoidandVortex@Itookmyprozac.com
Title: Open To Suggestion 2

Author's Note: Well thank you all who sent me reviews they DID motivate me to keep
writing LOL and I am sorry that it took me so long to get this part put up here but
things have been kinda crazy with me lately. Once again I would like to say that I
wrote this for my friend Vortex and I hope she, and you, enjoy this second installment.
And I apologize about the shortness of this chapter but I am NO good at writing
masturbation scenes I guess LOL.

With hard on still raging, Yohji stood up shakily and stumbled to the bathroom,
locking himself in. Clutching the sides of the sink he stared at his flushed face with
his mouth hanging open in a combination of surprise and a touch of fear.
"No. I just…no! there is no way that I got turned on by sucking…uh by what just
happened. Pull yourself together Yohji. Just take deep breaths and calm down. Okay
good, just keep breathing. Don't think about how you just helped your teammate get off,
and how that turned you on. No damn it, I'm not gay. I… I can't be. The reason I did that,
the ONLY reason, was so that my parents don't find out that I'm lying to them. That it!
I'm NOT like my brother. I'm the good son. I…no…I'm not gay. Aargh no this is not happening
to me. What have I done to deserve this? Why is Ken doing this to me? It can't be becau…NO,
there is no fucking way that Ken could…and I just…aw shit. Jesus H fucking Christ on a pogo
stick! Okay just calm down for a God damned second. *sigh* Alright, first things first then.
Well uh I guess I should take care of this hard on, and after that THEN I can figure the
rest of this out."
Having decided on a course of action, Yohji released his death-grip on the sink
and moved to the shower to start the water. After he had finished removing his last article
of clothing he stepped cautiously under the showerhead, sighing softly with pleasure at the
heat of the water. Yohji tried to ignore his erection by focusing on washing his hair. It
was obvious, if it hadn't been already, by the time he washed out the conditioner, that
ignoring this was not going to make it go away.
With a small sigh he lowered one had to run his palm across his chest passing over
his nipples. As he began to lightly pinch his nipples into hard nubs he ran his other hand
slowly down his side. When he reached his hip, he traced a feather light path toward his
erection. Letting a small gasp escape his parted lips he leaned back against the cold tile
of the shower wall, letting the real world fade away to be replaced with familiar fantasies.