Hot and Bothered
by Aimless
Summer in Tokyo was a miserable, humid, hot, sticky prospect. Especially since the air conditioning at the Koneko had broken. Now the coolers in the shop were on the fritz so all Weiss could do was watch the flowers wilt and die. A repairman could not get there for several days so they closed the shop and now the only thing they had to kill was time. Yohji was lounging in the den with the house’s only fan pointed right at him. He was wearing a pair of black bikini briefs and was sipping a cold beer. He had the remote control and was idly channel surfing as he lay supine in the humid room.
Aya sat in the chair next to the couch. He was reading a book and occasionally sipped from a tall glass of iced tea. He wore a white linen shirt unbuttoned to the waist and a pair of cream colored slacks. His feet were bare and it did not even look like he was breaking a sweat. Ken was convinced Aya was an alien. How could you not sweat in this weather?
Ken on the other hand was a mess. His hair was plastered to his head and his shirt was damp. It was too hot for just about anything. Too hot to go to the park, soccer practice had been cancelled when the temps reached well into the 90’s. Thank god they did not have a mission. Wearing his gear in this heat did not even bear thinking about. He needed to escape this heat. Perhaps a ride in the country would do him some good. He wandered off to find Omi. They could take their motorcycles and maybe get some sandwiches or something from the deli and escape the city heat for a while. He heard a racket from the kitchen and went to check it out.
He caught sight of Omi leaving out the back door with a bucket in one hand and a white wrapped rectangle in the other. He was also wearing his swimming trunks. They were bright red and looked about two sizes too small. The kid hated clothes shopping and waited till his clothes absolutely did not fit anymore before buying more. Curious, Ken followed him silently. The storage shed doors were open and lying in their postage stamp sized backyard were the disgorged contents. Lawn equipment, gardening tools and an assortment of camping gear including an inner tube and a neon blue water noodle littered the grass. The reason for the mess was sitting in the shade of a small maple tree. It was a plastic wading pool that Aya had used one year to propagate some water lilies to sell. It had been scrubbed out and was now full of water.
Omi walked up to the pool and emptied the bucket inside. It had been full of ice. Then he got in and lay on his back with his head resting on the lip of the pool. He sighed happily and unwrapped the small white rectangle revealing an orange popsicle. The water just barely covered his chest and he took a moment to splash some of the cool water over his body before raising the frozen treat to his lips. Ken was mesmerized from the first lick.
Breathlessly he watched Omi’s small pink tongue lap up the juice that was melting and running down the sides. Up and down and up and down he licked. Ken knew that the blond could not have realized he had an audience but damn he was about to drive him insane with that sinuously stroking tongue. When Omi lowered his lips to the popsicle and sucked Ken groaned audibly. He had to adjust himself as Omi took the orange ice all the way in to the bottom and slurped noisily.
His smooth chest was covered with sweet droplets that were melting off the treat. Ken wanted to do some licking of his own. He ignored the sun beating down on him as he watched the show hidden from view by the corner of the shed. He was blazingly hot and it had nothing to do with the weather. Each lick and loud slurp went straight to his groin. Omi’s eyes were closed in pleasure as he reclined in the tepid water. Ken did not know whether he was relieved or disappointed when Omi gave the wooden stick a few last licks before tossing it aside.
Then the blond’s cornflower blue eyes fluttered open and he looked down surveying the syrupy mess on his chest. He trailed his fingers through the sticky liquid and brought his hand to his mouth. Ken whimpered as Omi licked each finger clean. He was achingly hard an about to come in his pants. Ken fled when Omi pushed two fingers past his lush lips and sucked.
It was too much… he had to get some relief. Up the stairs he ran and into the bathroom. He opened the shower door and turned on the water. His clothes ended up in a heap on the floor. He stepped under the lukewarm spray and rested his forehead against the cool tiles. Ken’s hand trailed down his abdomen to his raging hard on. He grasped himself firmly and groaned as the images of Omi in that wading pool came back with vivid clarity. So caught up in his fantasy he did not even notice the shower door opening. Not until two slim arms wrapped around him from behind and an equally naked body pressed against him.
Ken yelped, jerked away and alarmed turned around. Omi stood smiling at him. A very naked and happy to see him Omi.
“What? How? Why?” came his intelligent reply. Ken was so startled he did not even take his hand off of his dick.
“I saw you watching me Ken.” Omi placed his hand on Ken’s chest and ran his fingers over the corded abdomen to join the brunette’s hand on his aching arousal.
Ken sucked in a desperate breath at the blond’s touch. How many nights had he dreamed of Omi’s hands on him… he wondered if he was dreaming now.
“How did you know?” His whisper was barely audible over the running water.
Omi gave Ken a slow stroke that caused his eyes to cross. “I’m an assassin Ken I heard you following me.”
Ken’s breath came out in gasping pants as their combined hands slid over his hard length. “That show with the popsicle was for me?” He managed to utter.
“I got tired of waiting for you to make the first move Ken. Your room is right next to mine. I could hear you at night. You would call out my name when you came.” Omi stepped closer till their bodies were touching. Chest to chest and arousal to arousal. The blond’s last growth spurt had put them at almost eye level to each other.
Ken threw his head back and closed his eyes as he was overwhelmed at the sensation of Omi’s hot body pressed to his. The blond ground his hips against him and Ken thought he would die. This was his fantasy come to life and he could not stop moaning his name. When Omi grasped them both and started a slow up and down motion his legs nearly buckled. Soon the shower filled with the sounds of them both groaning in pleasure. Nearly incoherent Ken’s hands traced every inch of Omi’s water slicked back. Every ridge and bump of the blond’s spine down to the cleft of his ass. Ken cupped those soft globes and pulled the young man even closer.
Now it was Omi’s turn to gasp. The brunette took advantage and stole his first taste of those orange tinted lips. He slid his tongue inside Omi’s warm mouth and explored him thoroughly. The youngest assassin’s tongue twined with his as the kiss deepened. Totally lost in the moment as they explored each other while the outside world faded away. Ken thrust into Omi’s skilled hands as he brought them both closer to climax. How the hell had Omi learned to do this or more importantly when? Then he could not think at all as Omi pulled his lips away and trailed a line of kisses down his neck.
Ken hissed as the chibi bit down sharply on his shoulder as his hand sped up. Omi stroked them both and they could not halt the cries falling from their lips as the blond’s fingers drove Ken over the edge.
“Oh God Omi… I’m going to... Ah…So fucking good.” Ken panted as he dropped his head to Omi’s shoulder.
The heat from Ken’s orgasm coated Omi’s hand and it was his turn to gasp as the brunette pulled away and dropped to his knees. Ken took Omi into his mouth and sucked. He knew Omi was close if the begging pleas falling from his lips were any indication. The blond was surprised by Ken’s actions and hung on to the athletic young man. He really did not think his legs would support him as Ken licked and sucked just like Omi had done to the popsicle earlier.
“K… Ken…oh… oh… More please. Do that… yes… yes… yes.” Omi threaded his hands into Ken’s wet hair and gripped tightly.
It did not take him long to make the blond come. He had been so close when he had felt Ken’s climax. Omi thrust shallowly into that wonderful mouth as he shuddered. Ken licked up every salty drop thinking that it was a much better treat than the popsicle Omi had teased him with earlier. He got to his feet and hugged the teen close. It had been so incredible. To know Omi felt the same way about him and that he wasn’t disgusted when he had heard the brunette at night in his room.
“Omi… I… That was incredible. I’ve wanted you for so long. I just didn’t think you felt the same way about me.” Ken blushed a little at his stammered admission.
“I wanted you too Ken. I saw the way you looked at me. I heard you call my name late at night. I just got tired of waiting for you to make the first move.” Omi smile as Ken held him. This is exactly where he had longed to be. Safe and secure in his team mate’s arms.
“Where do you get the idea to do that?” Ken asked as he placed an adoring kiss on the top of his blond head.
“Yohji of course.” Omi said smugly.
Ken’s eyes widened in surprise. “Yohji? He knows?”
“Well… um. He got in kinda late the other night and was walking by your door. You do get sort of loud and I do not think he could mistake your cries of Omi… Oh god… Omi. The next day he asked me if I knew. When I said yes He asked me what I was going to do about it. Well I said I was not sure so he came up with this idea. Did you like it?” Omi turned his bright blue eyes and wicked smile right at the athlete and it made him feel weak in the knees.
Ken blushed furiously. “I can’t believe Yohji knows. But I suppose I should thank him for now that I got you I am never letting go.” He kissed Omi tenderly on the mouth.
Omi giggled and pulled away. “But Ken you have to let me go. I am getting all pruny and the water is getting very cold. Take me to bed?”
Ken smiled indulgently there was no way he could resist chibi eyes. He turned off the water and scooped Omi up in his arms. He carried a wet, squirming and laughing Omi into his bedroom and slammed the door.
Yohji heard the giggling and the door slamming and smiled broadly. Ah young love. He was truly happy for his team mates. He had been watching them stare at each other for months. He rolled over on the couch and looked at Aya. He gave the redhead his sexiest grin. “Aaaaaaya….guess what Omi and Ken are doing?” He sing songed.
“I would rather not but all I can say is it’s about time.” He looked over at the blond, frowned and went back to his book.
“I don’t suppose….” Yohji started to say.
“No way in hell. It is too hot. Go take a cold shower.” Then Aya did his best to ignore the blond.
“Ahh you are so mean to me. What if I pay for a nice posh AIR CONDITIONED hotel room for the night?” Yohji asked hopefully.
Aya looked over the top of his reading glasses and replied. “You have 5 minutes to get dressed and meet me at my car.” Then he laid his book aside and stood up.
Yohji leaped off the couch, kissed Aya enthusiastically then bolted upstairs. Aya shook his head and smiled slightly. The blond was so easy to manipulate.
Exactly five minutes later Yohji slid into Aya’s car and threw a duffle bag in the back. There was a set of toiletries and a change of clothing for them both. The redhead looked at the bag suspiciously. “You were planning this weren’t you?”
“Of course I made the reservations this morning. I knew it was the only way to get you into my bed tonight.” Yohji leaned contentedly back in the leather seat and pulled out a cigarette.
“Light that in here and die.” Aya growled.
Yohji merely grinned and put the cigarette away. Then planned what he would do to Aya once he got him alone. There were several items in the bag that he was not going to get out till they were in their room with the door locked. Yes it looked like it was going to be a wonderful day after all.
Sometimes heat waves could be a good thing.