Part
Three
Yohji
was going slowly insane.
He’d
been throwing himself at any woman he could get his hands on, at any time of the
day, at any opportunity, but during every encounter it was Ken he was pounding
into, Omi he was kissing and the hands stroking his back were Aya’s despite
the long nails that scratched him, the taste of lipstick on the lips under his
own and the softness of the breasts that rubbed against his chest.
And
when his fantasy finished and reality made itself known he found himself oddly
empty and quite a bit disappointed.
Working
in the shop had become unbearable. Every time he looked at one of the others he
would get these vivid flashbacks of what they had done and he would get an
overwhelming sense of longing, a feeling he desperately tried to ignore, but
that was difficult when he was constantly around them.
They
hadn’t mentioned it, all wanting to give him time to make whatever decisions
he needed on his own, which Yohji was quite relieved about, since he was way to
confused to be able to have any long serious conversations on the matter.
Yohji’s
major problem was that he already knew what he wanted, but admitting it to
himself and accepting it was very difficult to him since he was a man who had
always been so sure of himself and his preferences. Now he found that he
wasn’t so sure anymore and that terrified him.
~*~
He
was in bed after a particularly tough day. Every time he’d turned around one
of them had been right next to him, touching his shoulder or accidentally
rubbing against him. And if they weren’t touching him, they were sitting or
standing in totally relaxed, but erotic positions. At one point Ken had been
standing at the counter, humming a little tune to himself and swinging his hips
in the most seductive manner Yohji could ever remember seeing. He had been
totally hypnotized for a moment, his mouth wide open and his eyes following the
movement of those hips, but he had forced himself to look away before he gave in
to his unwelcome desires and jumped the boy.
After
his shift he had rushed to his room to take a cold shower and had afterwards
gone down to their shared living room, only to take one look at his colleagues,
realize the errors of that particularly bad move and rush up the stairs again to
yet another shower. All three of
them lying on the couch engaged in very enthusiastic kissing and petting was
indeed a dangerous sight for his sensitive libido.
He
had spent the evening doing a number of different things like reading and
playing solitaire without being able to concentrate on any of them. He simply
refused to jerk of to release the tension, knowing what images his mind would
supply him with. It was one thing that his mind played tricks on him when he was
with someone in a desperate attempt to forget the three gorgeous guys he worked
with, but it was another thing to welcome it. This was why he was now lying on
his bed, face down, trying to block out both the world in general and his own
thoughts in particular.
That’s
when the sounds began.
First
it was the creaking of bedsprings, then soft laughter, which turned into soft
moaning, that gradually turned into louder moans and screams of pleasure.
It
was as if his perception had promptly improved. Sounds that his brain hadn’t
registered before were now clearly perceived and his mind had no qualms about
providing perfect Technicolor images to support the sounds. Maybe the others
weren’t trying so hard to hide their sounds now that he was aware of their
little arrangement or maybe it was their way of forcing him to consider his own
position with them.
A
particularly loud moan made every nerve in his body tingle and he groaned in
frustration. He looked around his room and suddenly felt very lonely. He felt a
great longing in his heart, a longing to be in the other room, a longing to feel
warm arms encircle him, a longing to be a part of what the others had, of what
he himself had had a brief and wonderful taste of.
He
turned around on the bed so he was lying on his back and closing his eyes, he
allowed himself to think about what he truly wanted. Images flashed in his mind:
Omi’s cute blush, Aya’s intensity, Ken’s wicked grins. He pictured their
faces, how they would look in passion. Memories of the warmth he had then
willingly abandoned and now desperately craved made the longing worse. He
remembered how everything had felt and small shivers ran down his back.
His
vivid imagination led him through every position it would be possible for them
to use, all of them sending pleasant sensations through his body. Even ones he
would have never accepted before thrilled him now. He had changed somehow or
maybe just found a part of himself that he had always successfully repressed.
Either way he now knew what he wanted and was willing to admit it to himself. //I
don’t want to spend another night alone. I want to be with them!//
Determined
he jumped out of the bed, yanked the door open and ran the small distance down
the hall until he reached the door to the next room. He knocked on it fiercely;
impatient.
Movement was
heard behind the door and seconds later it opened revealing Omi wearing very
little. The smell of sex permeated the room and made Yohji head swim. He
didn’t have to speak, Omi only had to take one look at his face to know what
he wanted. Small hands gripped his arms and guided him towards the big bed.
“Ready to
join us?” Ken asked tentatively.
Yohji
smiled brightly, the smile lighting up his eyes and he nodded. Seconds later he
was enveloped by three eager bishounen that all wanted to touch and taste him.
~*~
It
was pure bliss. He was the center of attention for once, he didn’t have to do
anything except enjoy. It had always been his job to make sure his partner was
satisfied, but at this moment he didn’t have to worry about a thing. That was
the most thrilling feeling he had ever felt. He could truly let go.
There
were mouths all over him, kissing and biting. Hands roamed every inch of his
body, making him tremble with pleasure. The only place he wasn’t touched was
the place he needed it most. A test to see if he would truly go all the way.
“Please,
I…I want…”
Ken
released Yohji’s cock from between his lips and looked up, the other two also
stilling their motions. Three boys looked expectantly at him, waiting, willing
to do everything he asked.
“I-I
want…” Yohji almost whispered the last part, “…to be…taken.”
The
three boys looked back and forth between each other and at Yohji with various
degrees of shock showing on their faces. This was not from an expected request.
Yohji
looked at them, his eyes pleading. He needed to do this, needed to give himself
completely, needed someone else in control.
Ken
was finally the one to nod his assent. He gave Yohji a reassuring smile and a
soft kiss, before he reached for the lube and covered his fingers. He then took
Yohji back into his mouth to distract him from the eventual pain.
Omi
took one of Yohji’s nipples into his mouth while one of his hands gently
caressed his stomach and Aya took his lips in a deep passionate kiss.
One
of Ken’s fingers snaked its way inside Yohji and began to gently move in and
out. It felt weird, but not too unpleasant. Another was added and at the first
thrust of the fingers something inside Yohji was brushed and Yohji gasped. It
felt incredible and he wanted more, letting Ken know this by moaning pleadingly
and thrusting back on the fingers.
Ken
finished preparing Yohji and positioned himself for penetration. He looked
deeply into Yohji’s anxious eyes for the cue to begin. He got it in the form
of a small nod and a shy smile and he began pushing inside.
Yohji
tensed for a few seconds but Aya and Omi were there to soothe him with soft
kisses and guiding words. He focused on Ken’s eyes, the gentleness he saw
there relaxing him further and all of a sudden Ken was all the way in.
They
lay completely motionless for a few moments, just enjoying the feel of the other
before Ken began to move gently.
Yohji
closed his eyes and just felt. His head was thrown back and his mouth open,
wonderful sensations coursing through his body, making him moan uncontrollably.
As Ken began to move faster the feelings only grew stronger making him toss his
head back and forth on the pillow in ecstasy.
A
hand moved down to close around his cock and a mouth latched on to his earlobe
and gently sucked on it before moving down to kiss his neck, but Yohji was to
far gone to register who did what.
He
opened his eyes and looked into Ken’s eyes wanting to see the other boy when
he came. Ken’s eyes were clouded with lust; hungrily looking straight at Yohji,
drinking in every contour, every blush, every reaction on the older mans face.
Ken’s
expressive eyes showed Yohji all his feelings, all his thoughts, at the same
time as they seemed to pierce his soul and read everything Yohji thought and
felt as well. It was overwhelming in its intensity.
Yohji
came with a scream.
~*~
Yohji
lay wrapped in three pairs of arm, looking utterly sated and happy. He had
overcome his obstacles and had received the most unbelievable reward for his
efforts. He had one last thought before he drifted off to sleep, warm and loved.
//This
is where I belong.//
Owari
Oooops, I made Yohji uke. He, he, he. Please don’t kill me. ^^;
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