First Everything
With several hours before Akira would be back, Kaede wasn't sure what to do with himself. He tried to take a short walk, but made it past two houses down the street when his ears started throbbing from the frigid wind.
Back at the house, he started a hot bath. He was chilled to bone and he need to warm up fast. He wished Akira were there to do it for him, but Akira would be back in two hours, for their date.
A date...with Akira. The reality of it made me smile.
Kaede slipped into the thick film of fragrant bubbles, his cold skin reacting to the hot water beneath, making it almost painful. After a minute, he got used to the temperature, so he leaned back and watched the oak tree outside the window bow and shake in winter's grasp.
His mind wandered where it usually did, to Akira. Being naked in the warm water felt sensual to him, and he couldn't help but imagine what Akira body might look like--might feel like--under the soft bubbles with him. It was almost too much, and he felt himself getting aroused in a way that made him nervous. Akira had too much of an effect on him.
I loved it. I hated it. I wanted more.
When would he be back?
After drying off, Kaede glanced at the clock. Six. He had an hour to get ready. Just as he started searching for something warm in his closet to wear on their date, the lights went out.
Damn.
Not again.
He pulled on jeans and a red colored shirt in the fading light from the window, and then started down the stairs to retrieve a flashlight from the kitchen so he wouldn't be caught in total darkness again.
Akira was just coming in the door.
"The lights are out again." Kaede blurted out, hoping Akira would have some magical fix.
"I know. They're out everywhere. Another power line went down," he answered.
"I guess we're not going out then," I surmised.
"Nope. Everything's closed. I'm sorry. I wanted to take you out somewhere nice tonight."
Akira took off his jacket and walked over Kaede. He leaned down and chastely kissed Kaede cheek, like a husband would just arriving home from work. It sent a shiver down to Kaede toes. Kaede shook it off.
"Well, I could cook for you. The gas still works, right?" Kaede suggested.
Akira looked immensely pleased at the offer. "I think I would be a fool to say no to that."
"What? You mean you liked my cooking all these days before? Didn't you once say my spaghetti was...pedestrian?"
Akira laughed. "I ate two helpings after you left the table. Don't tell mom, but I prefer it to hers."
So full of surprises.
"Then that's what I'll make," Kaede said with a smile that exposed the sheer happiness he felt to know he would have Akira all to himself that evening.
We lit candles and turned on the gas fireplace in the family room near the kitchen. Akira volunteers to chop onions and I was humored to see him awkwardly hack at them. I don't recall him ever being in the kitchen other than to snag a taste of whatever his mother was preparing.
I chopped the meat and boiled the pasta. Akira had taken a seat on the countertop next to me where I threw together a small salad made from cucumbers, carrots and yogurt. It was a cooling complement to the spice.
"You cook like a pro, Kaede. Have you ever thought about going to cooking school? Maybe open a restaurant?"
I snorted. "No. Being a cook is what you do when you don't have an education. And I'm determined to get one."
"Maybe you could write about cooking," he replied playfully. "It would seem a waste to not use this talent in some way. That's all."
"I am using it. I'm cooking for the people I...care about." I was going to say love but changed my mind.
Do I love him?
My heart said yes. But my mind cautioned me to wait until he showed his hand first.
We ate around the kitchen table by candlelight. The air in the house was already cooling as the winter storm fought its way inside. Akira ate with gusto and I never received so many complements on a dish.
We cleaned up quickly and then sat on the large Persian rug in front of the fireplace, the only warm place in the house. He had a book in his hand.
"I brought this for you. It's a copy of the book I have in my room."
"Ah, right. Now I won't have to break in to read it." I recalled the beautiful poetry from his room that night. I was curious about the poetry.
"Would you read some to me, Akira?"
His eyes met mine in a brief but intense moment. He turned to a page and started to read.
He cleared his throat and leaned back on one arm, the other holding the book to the flickering light of the fire.
"With passion pray,
"With passion make love,
"With passion eat and drink and dance and play.
"Why look like a dead fish
"In this ocean of God?"
Kaede chuckled. "A dead fish in the ocean of God, Akira?"
He smiled. "That's not the point of the poem, Kaede."
"Okay, explain this great mystic poem. I'm listening."
He put the book down and leaned in closer to me, his dark blue eyes seeming to drink me in. "God didn't give us desires so that we would repress them." He kissed my neck softly as the last syllable escaped his lips. My breath quickened. "Our appetites were made to be satisfied," he whispered, continuing his seductive lecture.
I exhaled audibly, repressing a moan at his touch and he was encouraged by it. His lips met mine, softly, carefully. He kissed me with great restraint, as if he might scare me off. I shifted away, with a teasing smile.
I like the chase.
He scolded me with his eyes and then turned his attention to the book again. His voice was low and silky.
"When I am with you, we stay up all night.
"When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
"Praise God for those two insomnias.
"And the different between them."
I let the words sink in, trying to get the meaning right.
He smiled seductively. "This particular poem has held special meaning to me since we started talking over the phone. I've lost many hours of sleep being away from you, Kaede."
He leaned over me again, his lips hovering above mine. "But being with you here is by far the superior insomnia."
I felt like a junkie hit with my drug of choice as he explored my mouth with his. I reclined back against a pillow and he followed with his body, placing arms on either side of me, trapping me beneath him.
As we kissed, his mouth trailed down to the hollow of my neck.
Don't stop, I chanted silently to myself. Just like in the dream.
His hand lightly over my chest, tentatively. He looked up at me with his dark blue, piercing eyes. "Kaede, I should ask you something," his voice husky, low.
I didn't want to stop for a chat. I wanted him to continue.
"Do you...want this?" he asked carefully, hoping I caught the meaning of his words.
I did. I wanted it more than anything. I loved him.
"Yes."
He wasn't quite convinced.
"Have you ever...done this before?" he asked again.
"No," I answered, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. I knew I was inexperienced compared to other boy at 18. But there had been no one...like Akira.
He moved forward so that we were face to face, and leaned next to me on his elbow. I was suddenly curious: How experienced was he?
"And you?" I asked as I ran my hand down his cheek. He turned his face to kiss it while holding my gaze.
"I've been with women, but, you're the first men."
"Women, as in plural? How many?" I was suddenly jealous. He was mine. I couldn't imagine another girl touching him, kissing him...and sharing his body in the way I wanted to.
"A few, Kaede. I can make a list later if you like."
I turned on my side to face him. Never in million years would I guess that we ever lying on Mrs. Sendoh precious Persian rug discussing our sexsual partners.
"Or a spreadsheet, if that's more efficient," I quipped.
"Okay, I'll create a PowerPoint Presentation of all the women I've seduced and email it to you first thing. Any other pertinent information you need from me?"
"Just one more thing."
"Anything."
"We're you in love with any of them?"
He thought for a moment before answering. "No, I don't think I was."
"You don't sound very sure."
"Time reveals truths that weren't obvious before. I dont believe I knew what love was until...now."
As soon as the words were off of his lips, he gently pushed me on my back and leaned into my body with his. He kissed me hard, hungrily this time. I kissed back, passionately...with a deep need to satisfy my appetite. My arms raked his back...I desperately needed to feel his warm skin underneath.
Reading my mind, he pulled off his sweater and shirt, revealing the chiseled muscle of his chest. He leaned over me, hungry, in a trance, and efficiently pulled out my shirt.
I lay there.
Like Jerry that fateful day at the creek, he looked like he wanted to eat me alive. But this time I wanted him to.
It suddenly occurred to me that I was naked from the waist up. Instead I watched him look at me, studying my chest and my pale skin.
Before I could wonder what he must think of my humble chest, he spoke. "You're beautiful, Kaede. Perfect. A goddess."
He slowly traced a pattern down my chest with his hand, as if drawing some ancient symbols with his fingers, marking his territory. Then he leaned onto me, his naked chest against mine.
He kissed me hard on the mouth and then traveled down my neck and stopping at the firm nipple of my. He kissed it softly, then suckled, the warmth of his mouth sending new sensations throughout my body.
A soft moan escaped my mouth. I wrapped my hand behind his head as confirmation of my approval. He moved up my body, kissed my ear and whispered.
"Kaede, are you sure you want to keep going? I should warn you that I don't think I could stop myself if we continue like this."
I could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing into me.
He kissed me quickly and smiled slyly. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything, my love."
My love. He called me his love.
The fire danced in shadows around the room as he pulled my jeans down over my hips. I instinctively held my knees together for modesty's sake.
"Kaede, I'm going to help you relax...so you'll enjoy this more."
"Okay. Care to elaborate?" I was instantly nervous.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
I looked up at him, his eyes full of desire, full of...love. "Yes," I whispered.
He reach for my black boxer and carefully pulled them off. I almost stop breathing I was so nervous lying there, completely naked. I duly noted that he still had his pants on.
Not fair.
His eyes moved over my nakedness.
I wondered, did I look alright? Did I look like he expected?
In answer to my silent distress, he lifted my left leg to his mouth and kissed the inside of my knee. Then he smiled devilishly at me as he cradled my naked thigh in his hand.
"Your legs are very long, Kaede. It will take me some effort before I reach my destination."
I tried to steady my breathing as I melted in his hands. "And where is that?"
He scrunched up his face while looking up and down my leg and pretended to make a serious mental calculation. "About twenty-four and a half kisses from the tip of your toe."
I said nothing in reply but exhaled the breath I had been holding while awaiting his answer.
He began his journey, his lips soft and teasing on my skin, and I started to feel the way he saw me at that moment: beautiful, young, soft...entirely.
All traces of my previous self-conscious anxiety seemed to evaporate as my primal desire for him--and the pleasure his warm, skillful mouth promised to give--took over.
"Twelve..." he breathed into my skin, followed by kiss number 13. I started to squirm as he made past the halfway point, the anticipation slowly killing me in the most delicious way.
"Twenty-four..." he finished, his face buried in the crook of my thigh. He threw in what I assumed to me a tiny half kiss before landing at his destination, and I moaned in reply, my back arching at this new delicious sensation. He moved his tongue expertly, building my pleasure and ripening my body for what was to come.
It was nirvana.
There was nothing else I could give him, nothing more I could show him of myself. It was the most intimate offering we both made to each other in that moment.
He sucked me furiously. He moved faster with his mouth. My breathing quickened and I can feel my climax was close to.
Waves of delicious warmth radiated from within me. I couldn't stifle a primal moan, and I nearly screamed his name as I dug my fingers into the back of his head.
Finally, I got to the top of the climax. And it was over, the pleasure faded from me. My body pooled on the rug, liquid and languid. Akira reclined next to me, stroking my hair, kissing my neck.
"Kaede, did you like that?" he asked, the stupidest question of the year.
"No, it was horrible. You'll have to do it again," I teased through my satisfied smile.
"Your wish is my command. But I should let you know that I'm so aroused right now, it's bordering on painful."
I tugged at his belt and kissed him, letting him know I was ready for what would come next. His hand unbuckled and unzipped faster than mine could. He tugged his boxer off. My eyes were closed when I realized we were both naked now, lying face to face next to each other. Did I dare to open them?
Akira grabbed my hand and moved it down his body, showing me what he wanted. He let go and I hesitantly explored on my own...his taunt, firm muscles of his stomach, and then below, I found him, his hardness smooth against my skin. He was bigger than mine! And I had brief moment of panic when I realized what would happen soon. For sure, of course, he was on top. I glided my hand carefully down his length, in wonder and rapture at his nakedness.
He moaned at my touch, his breath hot in my ear. "Kaede--god--that feels so nice."
I thought he would pass out, he seemed so overwhelmed by my touch.
He pulled my hand away. "I need just a moment, my love," he uttered, reaching for a pocket in his pants. I looked away, not caring to watch the mechanics of the operation, as he opened the package and put the condom on.
In a moment, he was on top of me, supporting himself with his arms so I wouldn't be crushed under his heavy weight.
I could feel him between my thighs, and I instinctively opened them wider.
"Kaede, this might hurt a little. I'll try to go slowy. It's important you tell me what feels good and what doesn't." He kissed me and then stared intensely into my eyes, gauging my reaction to his approach.
I felt him enter me--it did hurt.
I whimpered.
He kept his eyes locked on me while holding back a bit.
"My love, I'm sorry. I'm trying to be careful," he whispered.
The pain slowy gave way to an intense desire to feel him inside of me--all the way inside. I moved my hands down his back and pulled him to me.
"I'm ready, Akira. Please...I want you."
He didn't need to ask again. He obeyed instantly, moving deeper inside of me. It was pleasure and pain married together in some primal dance performed since the beginning of time.
I sighed in release.
"Akira..."
He kissed me, feverishly. It seemed as if he morphed into some wild animal, lust overtaken his body.
"Kaede, you feel fucking amazing," he breathed into my neck. "Please stop me if it hurts."
He moved his hips with mine. It was a new sensation, merging our bodies together in this way. It felt amazing in the deepest part of my being, truly becoming one with him in this physical act. I rocked with him in a smooth, wave-like motion, our breathing synchronized and heavy.
It wasn't long before his body stiffened and his climax overtook him. I stared into his eyes as they were possessed in heady pleasure, connecting to him on a level that would bond me to him forever.
We rested in front of the fireplace, the storm raging on outside. Akira made us a bed of blankets and pillows, and brought me some hot tea to drink. Like in my dream, I noted to myself. But this had been much better than the dream.
"Your back still sore, Kaede?" he asked.
I tried to feel if I was. "I don't think so. Should I be?"
"It wouldn't be uncommon if you were. It won't be as painful the next time. It will feel even better...I promised."
I smiled. "The next time, Akira? When will that be?"
"Anytime you want, my love. I am officially your slave."
He kissed my neck and I melted at his touch. Would I always feel this way with him?
We made love again, but this time he didn't move as carefully or restrained. It was primal and animalistic...and delicious. He watched my responses intently, and touched me in ways that brought me over the edge in pure bliss with him. I could have died in his arms, content that I had lived enough for my 18 years, if the future had not promised more of the same with him.
Finally spent, we fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms sometime in the early morning hours.
As I drifted off, I felt safe, secure, loved and treasured--for the first time in my life. With his arms around me, I was a complete person, complete in my heart, completely in love.
Sometime in the wee morning hours, wrapped up in each other and drifting toward sleep, I heard him whisper.
"I love you, Kaede."
I knew at that moment I loved him back, but I pretended to be asleep. I wasn't ready to say it.
Unfortunately, that knowledge could never have prepared me for what would happen next.
It must have been late morning when I woke to him shaking me. "Kaede, wake up. I think my family is back."
P/s : yummehh... Hihihihihi. So how's the scene?