Nite Club: Part Four
Sorry For the wait ^^
Co-Authored with Bombay Omi
Youji lead him to the dance floor with practiced ease, moving through the crowds of other dancers. Finally he found a slight opening and there they began their dance. It was a fast dance. Both Youji and Ken fell right into pace. They enjoyed it, watching each other sway to the music. Youji was thrown off guard at the way Ken could move and keep up the pace. Somehow Youji guessed that soccer wasn't the only thing that kept him in shape or maybe it was the dancing that kept him in shape for soccer. His eyes wandered over Ken's form, lingering on the movements his hips made. Ken also found himself musing over Youji's own lithe form.
He still couldn't believe that this was real. The whole night had a slow dream like quality. Ken had the feeling that once it was over, it would be as if the time flew by, just like dream. After a few songs Ken took a breath as the song ended, wave towards the table as a sign that he needed a rest. Youji followed, very close behind. He wanted to make sure everyone knew that Ken was here with someone and very taken. Even though it wasn't as if they were a "couple", Youji preferred everyone to think that. The idea of them as a couple was great. He didn't think it would be possible. They were teammates, and would see each other everyday. What if something was to go wrong and they were to hate each other or something? Youji wouldn't be able to take that. But perhaps he was getting ahead of himself.
Ken stopped at the bar ordering two more drinks and turned so he could face Youji and the wave of dancers. It wasn't as loud at the bar as it was on the dance floor so they didn't have to yell so loud.
"Thanks, Youji." Ken said first as he smiled to the blonde. He was having what was the best time of his life. And he was pretty sure Youji knew it. The blond smirked and placed his hands on either side of Ken and leaned in, nose to nose.
"You're very welcome." His breath smelled of mint and a tinge of alcohol.
Ken couldn't help but blush at Youji being so close. The memory of when Youji had kissed him earlier was still very fresh in his mind. Ken tilted his head up a bit, causing their noses to rub softly together. Youji sighed and for a few seconds Ken thought that Youji was going to kiss him again. But they were interrupted as the bartender brought the drinks, asking for the money. Ken jumped while Youji just glared at him. Youji paid before they started their search for a table, since their first one was now taken.
Youji actually found something better than a table. There was a bunch of booths in the back that were shaped like U's, all with red velvet curtains for privacy. There was one empty at the moment, where the two could sit in private. He pulled Ken in its direction, spying the crowd, trying to see if Christian was any where around. Ken sat and looked a little nervous for sitting in the booth. Youji sat across from him and pulled the curtain shut. Amazingly the sound was dulled a lot and he could actually speak at a normal tone.
"Having fun Ken?" Youji asked as he moved closer to the brunette around the turn in the table.
"Yes," Ken smiled yet again, this was fun he thought. He took a few sips from his drink so his throat could be moistened.
"It can only get better from here on, right."
Ken nodded, his eyes were bright. He couldn't help but feel anxious. Here he was in a secluded spot all alone with Youji. His mind was going into over drive. He smiled slowly his eyes meeting with Youji's stark jade ones.
Youji leaned in closer to Ken again, noses touching. "I believe we were interrupted last time." His lips were mere inches from Ken's. "Can I?" Youji decided he would wait for an answer, instead of just acting as he had done earlier.
Ken didn't answer verbally. Instead he leaned into Youji taking the initiative this time. Ken sighed into the kiss, letting go of himself. He wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. Or maybe this was all a dream and he'd wake up soon. He couldn't decide. He really didn't want to decide. He silently wondered how long Youji had felt like this.
Youji lost himself into the kiss. This is what he had wanted for the longest of times. And, thankfully, no one could interrupt them. He parted his lips, tongue slipping out to lick Ken's bottom lip. He wanted to taste more of Ken, and would before the night was over. His hand wandered to touch Ken's chest gently, the kiss becoming a more passionate one.
Ken moaned quietly, opening his mouth enough to let his own tongue to snake out and play with Youji's. He felt more and more daring as time passed on. The more Youji touched him the more alive he felt. He wanted more. He didn't care about rushing. If it was anyone else he would have wanted to slow down, but this was Youji. He trusted Youji. He felt as though he'd almost do anything if Youji wanted him to. Not because he felt that Youji wouldn't like him if he didn't, but because Youji made him feel safe and protected, yet wild and crazy at the same time. It was weird this new feeling, this new sensation of being free.
Youji's hand slipped up and under Ken's shirt. He wanted to remove that horrible piece of clothing that hid Ken's luscious chest, but he would wait until the right time. For now he teased one of Ken's nipples as he broke the kiss, not winded at all.
"Mm Ken." Youji purred, attacking Ken's neck with his lips.
Ken eyes flickered closed as he leaned into Youji's attention. He wanted and needed more. Yet he really didn't know how to take more initiative. He mentally shrugged, feeling bolder. He moved closer his lips attacking Youji's neck instead, licking and nibbling, looking for a sensitive spot.
Youji on the other hand was leaving his mark on Ken's neck. Ken was his, no one else. And he wanted everyone to see this mark. He moaned as his own neck got attention from Ken.
"Ken…" Youji whispered against Ken's neck. "Be mine. And mine alone." He asked, more of a command into Ken's ear with a husky voice. Ken sighed, wrapping his arms against Youji's back.
"You really mean that?" He hadn't thought of Youji as being the possessive type. He also wasn't sure whether he liked it or not. He decided he like it. He liked it because that meant that Youji was his. He never thought of himself as a possessive type either. He wouldn't admit it to Youji, but he got jealous of all Youji's dates. Now he could have Youji all for himself.
"Yes. Just you. No one else." Like that Christian fellow, Youji only thought that part. Youji licked the mark he had left on Ken's neck. Youji's hand moved from Ken's chest to his lower back, rubbing it gently. "I've felt this way for a long time, and I feel right telling you now."
"Good." Ken exclaimed, nuzzling at Youji's neck. "I feel the same way." He paused, unsure of what he was going to say next but continued anyway. "Promise me that this isn't a one night stand and that you won't leave me before tomorrow or the next day.S" He said softly barely above a whisper.
"It's a promise." Youji nodded, kissing Ken passionately once again, breaking it so he could talk. "Let's go out and dance some more, right." Youji just wanted to dance so he could grind up against the soccer boy. Ken grinned; he thought things were getting alittle hot in the booth anyways. There would be time for that later.
"Yes Yes. Let's go." He replied taking Youji's hand nearly pulling him out. He threw open the curtain and nearly ran into Christian who had been looking for an empty booth for himself and the other boy who was standing next to him. Ken thought the other boy looked younger then the rest of them, probably around Omi's age.
"Christian.." Ken said sounding a bit flustered. He was afraid that Chris would make some kind of remark as Youji exited behind him. The tensions climbed a bit.