Draco: I'm so sorry this took so long! *grabs Omi and Aya, takes their freshly poured coffee, and shoves them back into the bedroom* Now to by utterly obvious with my quote! It's from the same song as last chapter! (Inside by Sister Machine Gun)
Oh! And I'm dedicating this chap to Green Jello, who kept poking me to get it done!
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"I want to be inside you."
Omi groaned, slowly blinking his eyes into focus. From where he lay, he could see the colors of sunset just starting to creep into the sky outside. It was so beautiful that he was entranced for a moment, until he realized he shouldn't be able to see out any windows in his room. Wait! He wasn't in his room! Then it hit him: he wasn't alone, either. A faint blush worked its way across his face. So it hadn't been a dream. It had all really happened and now he was really lying naked in bed with…
Aya sighed softly in his ear, tightening his strong arms around the boy's waist. Moments later, as Omi still lay in somewhat stunned silence, the punk awoke, placing a light kiss on the top of his partner's head. Both knew the other was awake, but neither wanted to break the moment's peace by saying so. They lay like that for quite some time before the redhead spoke.
"Sleep well?" he whispered, almost as if he still feared the lost silence would mean the moment was lost.
Omi snuggled back into the other's chest, sighing. "Mmm…yeah. You?"
"Mmhm."
And then they were quiet again, neither making a sound save for breathing. The young goth shivered a little as Aya nuzzled the back of his neck. Each of the older boy's soft, careful breaths sent another shudder down his spine. He blushed brighter as he felt his body respond to the lips against the nape of his neck, a little smile leaving a light kiss there. Then the blush grew as he realized that his reaction was what Aya was going for.
A hand brushed gently over his hip, sending yet another tremor of dim pleasure through him. He moaned quietly as fingers traced delicate patterns over his stomach and navel, and his face burned at the feeling of his new lover already hardening against his back. For a moment he wondered what the punk might have been dreaming about, but that thought was lost as the tip of the boy's tongue outlined his ear. So he let his eyes close and gave into sensation once again. It was amazing to him that they could both be aroused so soon. Then again, he thought in slight embarrassment, Aya never got anything out of it last time. Almost in response, he felt his partner pinch his ass teasingly, grinning against the edge of his ear.
"You owe me, ya know?" the quiet, deep voice laughed.
Omi shuddered at the implications of that line, then gulped as the fingers moved.
"You okay?"
Not sure what to say, he just nodded. This was what he'd wanted after all. He'd spent all day imagining it, though, after everything he'd already felt, he doubted his imagination could possibly tell the truth of what he was about to actually feel. It was that thought that scared him, that made him wonder if he was actually ready.
He wasn't quite sure if it was lucky or not, but he didn't have to doubt long. A knock on the door interrupted them, and Aya sighed, getting out of bed and pulling his pants on. Perhaps the older boy had just decided that another disturbance meant it wasn't to be, at least for now. Omi blushed at the fact that his thoughts sounded so hopeful there, and pulled on his own pants. Then Aya opened the door to Dragon, who smiled tiredly and looked slightly apologetic.
"Sorry to bug you guys, but pretty much everybody's gone, and I need to get everything cleaned up in the next…oh…three hours or so? Farfello keeps showing up every five minutes to see if he can help, and I'm actually about to take him up on that offer. Schuldich didn't even bother to ask. He just barged on in and started cleaning, when he's not too busy flirting with Youji or Ken, and poor Nagi apparently got dragged along. I think I'm gonna go crazy if I don't get some sleep pretty soon, so…yeah…"
Aya gave a slight laugh and patted her on the head, then headed down. "Seeya downstairs, Omi."
"Yeah," Omi squeaked, blushing brighter, then smiled nervously at Dragon.
She put an arm around his shoulders. "Sorry if I knocked at a bad time, but I'm kinda desperate at this point."
"S'okay," he assured her, and they headed down together.
"So," the girl sighed, "have a good night?"
Omi nodded, the redness fading from his cheeks.
"Good," and she started walking away.
"Hey Dragon?"
She turned around.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
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Omi watched his host take a seat on the side of the hill and took his place on the ground next to her. They sat in silence for a while, watching the last strips of pinks, reds, and purples give way to daytime blues and sipping at glasses of apple cider. Dragon said she and her dad had picked the home-made cider up on the way back from one of their hikes in the mountains. It was sweet and soothing, and made Omi want to see the places his friend had been. When he told her that, she just laughed and promised to take him there one day. Until then, he'd settle for her company and travel stories.
"What was it you wanted to talk about, hun?"
The goth stared off into the gathering clouds, and sighed. "I…I think I'm kinda scared."
"Hmm…" She smiled. "What kind of scared?"
"Well…I…" He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see her watching him. "I really appreciate everything you did for me yesterday and last night, and I had a really good night, but…"
"But…?"
"But…"
"But the concept of it all scares you, and you don't know how far you really want to go with Aya because you don't really know what you're doing or what's going on."
Omi just nodded, only wondering for a moment how she could be so matter-of-fact about it, not to mention so right.
"It's alright, Omi-chan. I understand," she told him softly, then added, "and Aya would, too."
He swallowed hard, blushing.
Without a word from him, she continued. "You could've just told him, ya know? He wouldn't have argued or asked any unwanted questions, but I can understand why you'd be scared to talk to him about it if you're trying to make a good impression. That's no reason to do something you're not ready for, though." Then she laughed. "I'm not trying to be all motherly or anything, and I'm certainly not trying to lecture you, but…well… You remind me a lot of myself, except quieter. You don't seem like the kind of person who would say a word that might upset someone, but that can be bad for you." After a moment's silence, she sighed, giving him a little half-smile. "Aya's got a lot of issues, and he'll tell you about them in his own time…or he won't. All I can say, is that he'll understand if you want to slow things down or just plain stop, but he can't understand if you don't tell him. Trust me. He's one of my best friends."
And that was that. Omi sat side by side with her for another hour as the others continued the cleaning effort inside. Then, almost as if they had agreed upon it, they both stood and headed in. He actually felt a bit better as he followed her through the door, and soon found himself hopping in a pick-up truck with Dragon to make a trash run. They were laughing and joking about Youji nearly falling down the stairs when Aya caught the half-closed door.
"Mind if I escape with you?" the punk smirked.
Omi looked at Dragon, only to see her looking at him. "Uh…okay…," he shrugged. "Hop on in."
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Draco: *sinks into her chair* Okay…I sincerely apologize for the lost lemon, but I promise to try again before the story's over. I just got to a certain point and the muse kinda died on me, so I kept going with the story because I hope some people are reading for more than just the hot scenes and I didn't want to make them wait any longer.
