I hope that this chapter is well worth the long wait that you have all endured.
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*1 week later*
Yohji and Ken went on a date that Friday evening. Ken had been extremely nervous, and the date was less than wonderful.
They had dinner at a fancy French restaurant. Yohji ordered for Ken, because he didn't know what anything on the menu was. When the food came, Ken tried it, and thought that it was pretty good. He asked Yohji what it was, and he said that it was calves brains. Ken freaked out, and spit the food all over Yohji.
The soccer player later went on to spill his wine glass all over the white satin table cloth, and after he tripped a waiter that had been carrying a tray full of food, they were asked to leave.
They hadn't spoke of dating for four days now. In fact, they hadn't done much speaking at all. They seemed to be avoiding contact with each other.
It seemed that Ken was right. They had gone out, things hadn't worked out, and now they were barely friends because of it. It made for a silent house when the only two occupants were no longer speaking to one another.
When they did talk, it seemed they always ended up in an argument. Like for instance, Yohji's habit of smoking in the house, or Ken's habit of leaving dirty dishes lying around. Best friends found themselves growing apart.
At the present time, Yohji and Ken were in the living room of the house that they shared. Ken was lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling fan, trying not to do anything that would cause his best friend to want to leave.
Yohji was stretched out by the window, watching the rain come down hard. He lit a cigarette, and went back to his rain watching.
"Yohji, do you have to do that in here?" Ken complained of the playboy's use of tobacco in the living room.
"No. I don't have to. But I don't want to go outside. It's cold and wet out there."
"So just quit smoking, and you wouldn't have to do it anywhere!"
"Look, Ken. It's just one cigarette. It'll be my last one for the night, I promise."
"Fine."
Silence passed between the two men for what seemed an eternity, until Yohji put out his cigarette.
"Thank you."
"No problem. Well, I'm going out."
"No. Yohji don't go out, please?" Ken was feeling lonely lately, and just wanted some company tonight.
"Ken, there's nothing on t.v. and nothing to do. I have to do something. I can't just sit around and mope."
"I'm not moping, Yohji. I'm just, I don't know. When we had to move out of the Koneko, and we decided to get this place together, I thought that we'd have fun. That we'd get to know each other better."
"You know all there is to know about me, Ken. I have nothing to hide. Is there something specific that you want to know?"
"Well, I kinda have something, I'm not sure that I should ask though."
"You want to know about Asuka, don't you?" Yohji could tell by the look on the younger man's face that he was right. "What's your question, Ken?"
"Did you love her?"
"Well, yeah. As far as I can tell anyway. I mean, I really didn't get much time to figure it out. What about you, Ken? Have you ever been in love?"
"I don't think so." Ken looked away from Yohji for a long moment, then looked back again. "How could you have killed her, Yohji?"
Yohji was use to, and for the most part, ready for any questions about Asuka. However, this one hurt. "I had to, Ken. She wasn't the same girl that I had fallen in love with. She was totally different. There was obviously no way that we were going to go back to the way things were. It you had to, wouldn't you kill Yuriko? (is that right?) You know, if she came back from Australia and tried to kill you, wouldn't you have to kill her?"
"She was a nice girl, Yohji. But it's not the same."
"Why is it not the same, Ken? Didn't you like her?"
"She was a friend, I never really saw her as a possible lover. I mean, that would be really weird, she's like, a girl." Ken said without fully realizing the consequences of his words.
"It would be weird to have a woman as a lover? It that what you're saying, Ken? What are you trying to tell me, Kenken?"
"Well, um..." Ken desperately tried to find a way to fix his slip-up.
"Ken," Yohji slid closer to his friend and looked deep into his eyes. "Have you ever had sex with a man?"
Ken turned a deep shade of scarlet. He tensed as Yohji's hands touched his red-hot skin. "Have you?"
"Once or twice. Not usually my first choice, but it can be very satisfying." Yohji sat on the couch, facing his friend. He pulled Ken's legs towards him until they were draped across his own. Ken had to put his arms down to balance himself so that he wouldn't fall.
Yohji them moved his hands ever so slowly up Ken's body. He slowly inched past Ken's knees, and stopped at his waistline. He slid his hands under Ken's shirt, and could feel Ken shaking. Yohji, himself, began to tremble as his fingers spread across Ken's smooth, hard, stomach muscles. He then planted his arms on either side of the soccer player, and pulled himself up between Ken's legs. As their bodies got closer, Yohji could feel the heat radiating off of the younger man's body.
When Yohji was finally face to face with Ken, he bent down just an inch more to kiss his teammate. Ken, scared as he was, was also very hot for Yohji. He opened his mouth to the kiss, and Yohji drove his tongue deep inside. Their bodies no longer obeyed their heads, and moved of their own free will.
Yohji trembled as his hands roamed all over Ken's body. They skimmed across Ken's stomach, and raised his shirt. He broke the kiss and trailed wet, hot kisses down Ken's throat and onto his chest.
Ken squirmed under his blonde teammate's caress. His heart caught in his throat, his stomach twisted in knots, and his groin tightened. Yohji latched his mouth onto one of Ken's nipples, and his hand worked the other into a tight nub. "Yohji..." Ken moaned and writhed under the older man.
Yohji raised one knee and gently pushed it between Ken's parted legs. Ken bucked his hips, then he began to grind his hips down onto Yohji's leg. Yohji could tell that Ken was close, so he abruptly stopped his actions.
"What are you doing?" Ken asked, as his friend began to tug at his jeans.
"I want you, Ken."
Ken squirmed, and pulled away from Yohji's grip. "No, Yohji!"
Yohji looked shocked, then his expression changed to somewhat pissed off. "What the hell, Ken? Just a minute ago-"
"No, Yohji. That's not what I mean. To answer your question from before, no, I haven't had sex with a man. I'm scared."
TBC
Awww...isn't that cute...Kenken is scared...
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*1 week later*
Yohji and Ken went on a date that Friday evening. Ken had been extremely nervous, and the date was less than wonderful.
They had dinner at a fancy French restaurant. Yohji ordered for Ken, because he didn't know what anything on the menu was. When the food came, Ken tried it, and thought that it was pretty good. He asked Yohji what it was, and he said that it was calves brains. Ken freaked out, and spit the food all over Yohji.
The soccer player later went on to spill his wine glass all over the white satin table cloth, and after he tripped a waiter that had been carrying a tray full of food, they were asked to leave.
They hadn't spoke of dating for four days now. In fact, they hadn't done much speaking at all. They seemed to be avoiding contact with each other.
It seemed that Ken was right. They had gone out, things hadn't worked out, and now they were barely friends because of it. It made for a silent house when the only two occupants were no longer speaking to one another.
When they did talk, it seemed they always ended up in an argument. Like for instance, Yohji's habit of smoking in the house, or Ken's habit of leaving dirty dishes lying around. Best friends found themselves growing apart.
At the present time, Yohji and Ken were in the living room of the house that they shared. Ken was lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling fan, trying not to do anything that would cause his best friend to want to leave.
Yohji was stretched out by the window, watching the rain come down hard. He lit a cigarette, and went back to his rain watching.
"Yohji, do you have to do that in here?" Ken complained of the playboy's use of tobacco in the living room.
"No. I don't have to. But I don't want to go outside. It's cold and wet out there."
"So just quit smoking, and you wouldn't have to do it anywhere!"
"Look, Ken. It's just one cigarette. It'll be my last one for the night, I promise."
"Fine."
Silence passed between the two men for what seemed an eternity, until Yohji put out his cigarette.
"Thank you."
"No problem. Well, I'm going out."
"No. Yohji don't go out, please?" Ken was feeling lonely lately, and just wanted some company tonight.
"Ken, there's nothing on t.v. and nothing to do. I have to do something. I can't just sit around and mope."
"I'm not moping, Yohji. I'm just, I don't know. When we had to move out of the Koneko, and we decided to get this place together, I thought that we'd have fun. That we'd get to know each other better."
"You know all there is to know about me, Ken. I have nothing to hide. Is there something specific that you want to know?"
"Well, I kinda have something, I'm not sure that I should ask though."
"You want to know about Asuka, don't you?" Yohji could tell by the look on the younger man's face that he was right. "What's your question, Ken?"
"Did you love her?"
"Well, yeah. As far as I can tell anyway. I mean, I really didn't get much time to figure it out. What about you, Ken? Have you ever been in love?"
"I don't think so." Ken looked away from Yohji for a long moment, then looked back again. "How could you have killed her, Yohji?"
Yohji was use to, and for the most part, ready for any questions about Asuka. However, this one hurt. "I had to, Ken. She wasn't the same girl that I had fallen in love with. She was totally different. There was obviously no way that we were going to go back to the way things were. It you had to, wouldn't you kill Yuriko? (is that right?) You know, if she came back from Australia and tried to kill you, wouldn't you have to kill her?"
"She was a nice girl, Yohji. But it's not the same."
"Why is it not the same, Ken? Didn't you like her?"
"She was a friend, I never really saw her as a possible lover. I mean, that would be really weird, she's like, a girl." Ken said without fully realizing the consequences of his words.
"It would be weird to have a woman as a lover? It that what you're saying, Ken? What are you trying to tell me, Kenken?"
"Well, um..." Ken desperately tried to find a way to fix his slip-up.
"Ken," Yohji slid closer to his friend and looked deep into his eyes. "Have you ever had sex with a man?"
Ken turned a deep shade of scarlet. He tensed as Yohji's hands touched his red-hot skin. "Have you?"
"Once or twice. Not usually my first choice, but it can be very satisfying." Yohji sat on the couch, facing his friend. He pulled Ken's legs towards him until they were draped across his own. Ken had to put his arms down to balance himself so that he wouldn't fall.
Yohji them moved his hands ever so slowly up Ken's body. He slowly inched past Ken's knees, and stopped at his waistline. He slid his hands under Ken's shirt, and could feel Ken shaking. Yohji, himself, began to tremble as his fingers spread across Ken's smooth, hard, stomach muscles. He then planted his arms on either side of the soccer player, and pulled himself up between Ken's legs. As their bodies got closer, Yohji could feel the heat radiating off of the younger man's body.
When Yohji was finally face to face with Ken, he bent down just an inch more to kiss his teammate. Ken, scared as he was, was also very hot for Yohji. He opened his mouth to the kiss, and Yohji drove his tongue deep inside. Their bodies no longer obeyed their heads, and moved of their own free will.
Yohji trembled as his hands roamed all over Ken's body. They skimmed across Ken's stomach, and raised his shirt. He broke the kiss and trailed wet, hot kisses down Ken's throat and onto his chest.
Ken squirmed under his blonde teammate's caress. His heart caught in his throat, his stomach twisted in knots, and his groin tightened. Yohji latched his mouth onto one of Ken's nipples, and his hand worked the other into a tight nub. "Yohji..." Ken moaned and writhed under the older man.
Yohji raised one knee and gently pushed it between Ken's parted legs. Ken bucked his hips, then he began to grind his hips down onto Yohji's leg. Yohji could tell that Ken was close, so he abruptly stopped his actions.
"What are you doing?" Ken asked, as his friend began to tug at his jeans.
"I want you, Ken."
Ken squirmed, and pulled away from Yohji's grip. "No, Yohji!"
Yohji looked shocked, then his expression changed to somewhat pissed off. "What the hell, Ken? Just a minute ago-"
"No, Yohji. That's not what I mean. To answer your question from before, no, I haven't had sex with a man. I'm scared."
TBC
Awww...isn't that cute...Kenken is scared...