Can You Keep a Secret?

::Omi::

It's Saturday night and I have the apartment all to myself. Aya's off spending the weekend with Aya-chan and Yohji's out clubbing, as usual, so I won't see him until late tomorrow afternoon. Ken's out of town this weekend for one of those soccer games for his kids. A tournament, I think.

So I'm alone tonight, but I'm not complaining. It gives me a chance to indulge in all my guilty pleasures. You know, the ones that I would never tell the others about because they totally conflict with my personality. I have to get it out of my system every once and a while, so tonight seems good.

Yes! I found Ken's video collection. Interestingly enough, Ken seems to be hiding some of the same secrets as me. I might be wrong, but his extensive collection of yaoi manga and video sure points in that direction. It seems he's bought a few new tapes since last time and I grab the first two I see. It really doesn't matter what they're about. I'm only watching them for one thing.

Next stop, Yohji's room. This boy has the largest selection of alcohol that I have ever seen. He keeps it in his closet to keep Ken from drinking it. I snatch a middle grade bottle of vodka, knowing he won't miss it. He has enough vodka to last a year. I deposit some money in his change jar and grab a couple of cigarettes on my way out. I'll need one for later, to calm me down, and I want one for now, purely because I can. No matter how often I snap at Yohji, I understand why he smokes. I just don't do it often enough to get addicted. The money is left so I don't feel as bad about taking his stuff.

I hop down the stairs and bounce into the kitchen, pulling the pizza out of the oven. A perfect night: pizza, movie, and an empty apartment. What more could I ask for? Oh! I almost forgot the orange juice! I run back to the refrigerator and grab a bottle, bringing it over to the couch with me. I really prefer not to drink vodka strait and I don't care if that makes me a pussy. The stuff's just too strong.

I pop in the movie and down a screwdriver as I settle into the couch. I know I shouldn't drink alone, but then I really shouldn't be drinking period. Aya would have a fit if he knew. I lean back against the armrest as I devour a slice of pizza, enjoying the freedom of sitting around in my boxers in front of the TV, drinking something I shouldn't and watching something I couldn't even buy if I tried. I finish off the slice of pizza and shoot another screwdriver, giving myself a small buzz. I don't drink enough to have developed a tolerance for the stuff. I light up the first cigarette as it starts to get to the more enjoyable part of the movie, one hand resting on the edge of my boxers. It doesn't stay there long though, because the more the actors get into it, the less I can resist.

I'm about half way there when I hear the keys in the door. Fuck! All I have time to do is shut off the movie via remote control. Forget about the bottle of vodka sitting on the table. Forget about the cigarette burning away between my fingers. If I'm lucky he'll just assume that the erection I'm currently sporting is from watching porn because I definitely can't conceal it.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. What do I do? What do I do? I quickly take another shot, this one of pure vodka, hoping to drown out the yelling that is sure to come. That was probably not what I should do, but my brain isn't really functioning at full capacity. I really thought that Aya would be out all weekend, but I guess I was wrong. No... wait. Change that. Yohji's home, not Aya. What the hell is he doing here at 11pm on a Saturday night? I can't remember the last time he came home this early from clubbing. At least I don't get as big a lecture, not until he tells Aya.

This is definitely an odd situation. Yohji can't exactly yell at me, since I'm only doing the things that he does on a regular basis. The only difference is that they are legal for him. HA! Since when do I care what's legal. I'm a professional killer, remember? The only thing I'm worried about is that stupid tape. The idea of "Yohji the Lady's Man" knowing my sexual preferences worries me. At least he would know why all his references to me "not having a girlfriend" bother me so much.

I close my eyes as he assesses the situation, not wanting to see the look on his face. All I can do now is wait...

::Yohji::

Ok, I am utterly confused. That's somewhat because of the five drinks I had before leaving the club. That damn German wouldn't leave me alone, so I finally left. The rest of my confusion is caused by the scene before me. I'm absolutely positive that that's Omi sitting on the couch, even though every other clue would say otherwise. Vodka... Cigarettes... The guilty look on his face... The look that tells me that he knows he's in trouble and he seems to be waiting on me to say something. I'm not exactly sure what to do yet, so I stall.

"Go wait for me in my room."

I choose my room because I know he's rather be in his own. It also prevents him from dressing. I got a good enough look at him to know that I caught him in the middle of jerking-off. It's not often I see Omi without a shirt on, so to see him stripped down to his boxers in an incredibly rare pleasure. Then add in the fact that he can't even begin to hide his hard-on and you can understand why I don't want him going to his room to put more clothes on.

As he climbs the stairs, I start to take in exactly which of his own rules he's broken. First off, he was smoking in the house, something I would have surely received a lecture for, had it been me. Then there's the alcohol. I can't even count how many times he's gotten onto one of us for drinking alone. Last there's the tape that he's not even of age to be watching. Shit. It's one of mine. How do you lecture someone on something that you yourself are guilty of? I'm not that much of a hypocrite.

A small grin forms on my lips as I realize it's one of my "special" tapes. I never thought that Omi would be of that persuasion, but it opens some new possibilities. I haven't told any of them. It would ruin my playboy image. I don't mind that Omi knows though, since he seems to be there himself.

I grab the bottle of vodka, the unused cigarette, and the yaoi tape that probably clued Omi in on my own sexuality and head up the stairs. The door to my room is open and he's sitting on my bed, a slightly dazed look on his face. I've never seen the kid like this before, but I know he's smashed. I wonder how many shots he's had? I can't tell who's more drunk : him or me. I set the cigarette and vodka on the nightstand as I dig for a box under my bed, the one I keep my tapes in. I decide that now would be a nice time to break the silence.

"You know, I would have given it to you if you had asked..."

"Nani?"

His voice is slightly slurred and I know that he's way past me.

"The vodka and the smokes... but not the tape. I didn't think that I'd have to worry about you going through my stuff, Omittchi."

He has a confused look on his face and, when I look down, I see why. My own copy of the tape is right where it's supposed to be. Ok, so he didn't know about my sexual preferences and now he does. Smart one, Kudou. So who's tape do I have?

"Yours?"

I hold the tape up as I ask him. He shakes his head.

"Ken's..."

Now, that's unexpected, but then, so is everything else that has happened tonight. A brief thought passes through my mind and I wonder if they're together.

"Does he know you have it?"

"NO!"

Good. That clears up any thoughts I have of him and Ken being an item. He answered so quickly that I understand that not only does Ken not know, but that Omi has no intention of telling him.

A plan starts to formulate in my head as I look at Omi sitting on my bed in only his boxers. It's one of those that I would normally ignore if I had not gotten so drunk already. Omi's eyeing me with a hungry look that I now know he usually disguises. The alcohol seems to be having the same effect on him as it is on me. We're letting our secrets slip unconsciously.

"Have you finished the movie?"

"No... um, you..."

I know I interrupted him. Even though I already knew the answer to this question, I had to ask it in order to make this work the way I want it to.

"Would you like to?" I ask with a sly grin. He knows I'm teasing him.

"That's ok, Yohji-kun."

That's what I expected. Now I have to convince him. Everyone has a little exhibitionist in them and for every exhibitionist, a voyeur is born. I, myself, am a little bit of both.

"No, I think I'd like to finish the night you started. If you don't mind, that is?..." I wink at him and his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "See, I left the bar early tonight cause Schu wouldn't leave me alone. You had a right to be surprised. I'm never home this early, especially on Saturday night. But then, had I come home to an empty apartment, I would probably have exercised the same liberties as you have... We shouldn't waste the night, ne?"

He's eyeing me curiously now, which is good because it means that he's considering it. I strip down to my jeans as he thinks about it, now knowing exactly what it's doing to him, and pour myself a vodka shot and him another screwdriver. I lean over to offer him the drink, waiting for his decision.

"Whatta ya say, Omi?"

::Omi::

That's the first time I think I've ever heard Yohji call me by my first name. Not Omittchi. Not bishounen. Not even chibi or kid.

I know what he's offering and, God, do I want it. Under all my better judgment, I take the screwdriver from him, but first I want to know the conditions.

"What's the catch, Yohji?"

I figure the situation automatically puts us on a first name basis and I drop the honorific and formalities.

"No catch. Just let me watch the movie with you. Drink my liquor. Smoke my cigarettes. I won't tell anyone. It'll be our secret."

Sounds good to me. I toast the shot against his and down it in one gulp. Orange juice is all I taste now. My mouth has gone numb.

Yohji walks over and pops the tape in his VCR. He has a TV in his room, while I have a computer instead. He looks back at me while the tape rewinds and cocks his head to the side.

"Do you mind if I get comfortable?"

Actually, I would love it if he got comfortable, but I don't need to sound overly enthusiastic. He started this game and I agreed to play the moment I took the shot he gave me. I'm not about to quit this early.

"That's fine."

He strips off his jeans to reveal a pair of black, silk boxers. He's being a tease and I think that he knows it. He wouldn't be doing this otherwise. Grabbing the remote, he jumps onto the bed, his back leaning against the headboard. Immediately, a pillow is set in his lap. Smart one, Yo-tan. Don't give up the game before it begins.

Long fingered hands reach out and pull me to sit between his legs, my back against the pillow that he has oh-so strategically placed to cover his crotch and lower chest. Under different circumstances, I would think nothing of this position. We're close friends and we're both touchy-feely people, along with Ken. Aya's the only one who this would seem awkward with. It's different now because of what we're watching. It makes me wonder how much I can handle. I lean my head back against his chest and sigh quietly. I can't believe I'm doing this.

"All set?"

"Hai."

Ready as I can be to watch this kind of movie with Yohji. I fold my arms across my chest as he presses play on the remote. His own hands rest on the bed, playing with the covers beneath us. A few minutes later, he takes another shot of vodka, drinking the stuff like it's water. It's somewhat comforting to know that I'm not the only one getting completely plastered.

The movie progresses and I start to get nervous. I desperately need something to calm me and I reach for the cigarette on Yohji's dresser. I set it between my lips and begin to look for the lighter. A flame lights up before my eyes and I suck in a few quick puffs, lighting it up. I don't think that I could have kept my hands steady enough to do it myself.

The movie starts to get steamy and even my cigarette can not calm me down. In a few seconds I'll be showing through my boxers with nothing else to hide me. I understand now why I'm laying on the covers and not under them. Apparently I'm going to give Yohji a little peep-show.

I shift restlessly in my seat, trying to avoid the inevitable. Ok, now I have a nice little teepee popping up on the front of my shorts. This is the most embarrassing situation that I have ever been in, but I want more than anything to take care of myself.

Yohji's hands slide up my shoulders and he begins to rub my arms in a soothing motion. I am painfully hard now and I'm not sure how much longer I can force myself to wait. He presses a soft kiss into my shoulder and I shudder, but it is him who has given in first. Omi:1 ; Yohji:0

"Let me watch..."

Hmmm... He would have gotten that any ways, had he waited long enough, but I'm not going to give it to him for free. Not if I can get something as well.

"What do I get?"

::Yohji::

I run my hands down his arms, this time continuing past the elbows, until my hands cover his, my fingers weaving though his own. His touch is now my touch, my palms pressed against the back of his hands. He is no longer alone in his guilty pleasure and he acknowledges what he's getting with a soft hum. He leans his head back to place a small kiss on my lips. Soft and gentle, it is everything I imagined it would be, but it doesn't last long enough for me to get a taste and leaves me longing for another. I've wanted to kiss him for so long that I almost can't believe it actually happened. I pray to myself that it will happen again sometime soon. Our hands wander over his stomach, eventually making their way to the top of his cotton boxers. That's Omi for you: cotton with blue stripes. Simple as always.

His thumbs press in at the edge and he closes his eyes, no longer needing the movie to encourage him. Just having my hands there with his is enough. I feel his chest rise as he takes a deep breath and our hands slip inside. Warmth surrounds them as they creep down his pelvis, carefully avoiding the source of the heat as they massage small circles into his skin. He slowly pulls them in and my fingers become emerged in a wonderful softness. I wish I could remove the shorts, so that I could see better, but that would destroy the drunken illusion that we've created. For now, I can only assume that it's as blond as the hair on his head. It's definitely as baby-fine and soft.

He finally makes his way to the center and presses my fingers against his shaft, the silken skin burning in my hands. A small moan escapes his lips as our hands run up his length, and I barely stifle my own. I want to move faster, but that's not part of the game. All I can do is follow his lead for now.

His hands stop to linger on the head and he presses my index finger over the slit. Pre-cum leaks across it and my first inclination is to draw my hand away for a taste. I stop myself before I move, hoping he'll grant me that liberty later.

Our hands begin to move up and down his cock, setting a quick rhythm that squeezes at the top before moving downward. I memorize it as he increases in speed, my palms pressed against the back of his hands, our fingers intertwined. My breathing is heavy now and his is almost a constant moan. I know it won't be long before he's done.

Suddenly, his hands slip away and I feel his palms against mine as he switches their places, pressing my hands against his throbbing organ. He's letting me take control now. Omi:1 ; Yohji:1 I've evened the score.

I immediately restart the rhythm he created and his body begins to rock with it. He pulls my hands to move faster and he moans in response when I fulfill the request. His hands drop to his side as he begins to lose the pace and I feel his body start to stiffen above me. Hot, white cum splatters onto my fingers and he moans out my name, another point for me. Omi:1 ; Yohji:2

His hands cover mine as I finish him off, giving himself control again. He knows that he lost it for awhile. As his breathing slows and his body relaxes, he raises my hand up towards his face and slips my index finger into his mouth. Oh My God, I can't belive he's doing this to me. I wonder if he would have done this even if he was alone? Last week I wouldn't have even thought Omi capable of thinking something this erotic and now he's here doing it with me. He finishes cleaning one hand and I lose another battle giving into temptation.

::Omi::

Yohji presses his lips against my ear and I add another point to out little mental game. Omi:2 ; Yohji:2

He breathes the request into my ear and I give him a sideways glance. He knows the rules.

"Quid Pro Quo, Yohji. Lose the pillow."

He smiles, knowing he's lost big time, as I scrape my hand against his, cleaning it but covering my own with the slick white liquid. I back away and he removes the pillow, displaying a hard-on that is barely contained by his boxers. I crawl up the bed and straddle his hips, my limp sex pressed against him, as I slip a finger between his lips. His hands drift down my back and cup my ass over my boxers as he slowly cleans my hand with his tongue. My mind races as he finishes, wondering what will come next. I know what I want, but I'm not about to lose this battle. He'll have to want it enough to ask for it or he won't get it.

"Omi..."

I love it when he says my name. My eyes meet to meet his emerald green ones, full of lust. He speaks again.

"I-I want you."

Score! Omi wins, 3-2!! I do a little dance in my head as I press my lips against his in a hard kiss. Our tongues meet briefly before I pull away and look into his eyes. He knows he's lost, but then I think he's won as well.

"Then take me."

I always imagined sex with Yohji to be fast and furious, but I know in the back of my mind that he'll be gentle with me. I haven't told him, but I think he knows it's my first time.

Strong hands wrap around my waist and I'm pulled up onto my knees in front of him. Fingers hook into the waistband of my boxers and they quickly slide down my body. I feel my cheeks burn red as his eyes take me in. I run my fingers through his soft golden locks as he nuzzles his face against my hip. I realize that he's trying to go slow for me. Does he feel anything for me like I feel for him?

I mumble his name again as he takes my limp member between his lips. He works his tongue over me like nothing I've ever felt before and I begin to harden in his mouth. A slick finger slides between my cheeks and he begins to tease my entrance. Any pain that might have formed as it slips inside is quickly dismissed by the vicious sucking on my cock. A second finger pushes through as he stretches me wider and an intense wave of pleasure washes over my body. My hands tighten in his hair while he pumps his head down upon me, his fingers keeping up with the tempo. He pulls away as I begin to get close, leaving me at the same level of longing as him.

I suddenly feel his fingers withdraw and I let out a cry at the loss. A small tube is placed in my hand and I squeeze some of the cold gel over my fingers, warming it. I reach down and trail a reach down and trail a finger over the black silk still covering him before he removes them for me.

Oh! God he's big! What if I can't handle him? I must have shown some type of fear because he's cuddling me against his chest. All doubt escapes me as he captures my mouth with his, hands guiding me upon his length. Pain shoots through me as he fills me. The discomfort is unbearable and I long for the pleasure I had just seconds ago. He holds me in place as he kisses away the tears that I can't stop from falling.

"Relax, Koibito."

Is he crazy? How the fuck does he expect me to relax with his dick shoved up my ass!? Ok, I need to calm down. Maybe he's right...

His hand wraps around my length and I finally start to relax around him. My muscles loosen and I slide further down on him. He brushes against something inside me and I cry out again, this time in pleasure.

Ok, so he was right in telling me to relax. If relaxing can do that to me again, then I think I can handle it. As he starts to pull back, I feel myself tense up again and a now familiar pain rushes through me. I mentally calm myself, allowing him to push back in, and another wave of pleasure floods over my body. The cycle begins to repeat itself and I find it easier to stay calm. The pain is much less now and I begin to enjoy it, knowing each time the ecstasy that will follow it.

::Yohji::

Dear Lord, he's tight!! I'm glad I finally got him to loosen up. I thought that he was going to kill me when I told him to relax. It wasn't just the look on his face either. He clamped down on me so hard, I thought I was going to die. Damn... I should have expected him to be small. It's not just his age; it's his entire frame. I was so scared that I was going to hurt him. I never, ever want to hurt him.

He moans in pleasure and I let myself begin to enjoy it. His tight warmth engulfs me and I shudder. This is absolutely the most amazing sex I've ever had. I don't think he knows it, but this is actually my first time with another boy. It's obviously his first time with anyone and I want him to enjoy it as much as possible. I match the pumping of my hand to the rhythm that he's setting. The pace speeds up and his moans get louder. I take this as a good sign. It's fortunate we're the only one's in the apartment because everyone would hear him.

"Y-Yohji... I'm g-gonna..."

His head rolls back and his eyes flutter closed. He's gorgeous. I wrap my free arm around his waist and pull his body close to mine, pressing a kiss into his shoulder.

"Come for me, love..."

He slams down on me as his small frame spasms against me, heat pouring onto my chest. The sight and feel of his orgasm sends me into my own and I empty my seed into his body.

He collapses onto my chest, gluing us together in a sticky mess. I pull myself out of him as he tries to catch his breath, his head resting on my shoulder with his face nuzzled against my neck.

I could die right now and be happy. The feel of him in my arms combined with the afterglow of sex leaves me satisfied in a way I could never have imagined. I can not continue to live without the hope that I will have this again. I knew I had feelings for Omi before this little experience. This has just solidified them. I just hope that he has some feelings for me, as well. Please don't let this be just a one time thing.

With a sigh, he pulls his head back off my chest, still straddling me, but now sitting with his eyes even with mine. Those beautiful blue orbs stare back at me with one of the most serious expressions I have ever seen on his young face. They gaze into my own, looking for something that I have yet to figure out. Eye's blink and it's gone. He found whatever he was looking for.

He runs his fingers through his sweat soaked hair, pulling it away from his face. It's a gesture I've seen him do before, but only when he's nervous. Am I making him nervous?

"Yohji-kun... C-Can I sleep in here tonight?"

I smile a genuine smile, not the one I use for flirting, but one I don't think he's ever seen before. I wrap my hand around his neck and press a single, soft kiss on his lips.

"Of course."

He lowers his chin and raises his eyes to me. It gives an innocent, almost shy, look to him, so contradictive of his earlier actions.

"What about tomorrow night?"

Ah... This is what he was worried about. Tomorrow night... Everyone will be back then. I'm not sure I want them to know about tonight's activities. Omi seems to have similar feelings on this issue. He has done a good job so far of concealing his hidden pleasures. There's also the question of how far I wan to take this. It's not some little one-night-stand that I can just use and be done with, this is Omi. I don't want to hurt him like that. He's my friend and I... I have feelings for him that I don't know what to do with. I want to see where this takes us, I'm just not ready to share it with the world. I flash one of my cocky grins back at the innocent face he's making.

"Can you keep a secret, Omittchi?"

His eyes take on a mischievous glow as his fingers slide down my neck and across my chest, tracing patterns in the slickness that is currently drying there. He raises a finger to his lips painting his own essence on, as if it were lip gloss, and then presses his lips together. How can someone go from looking entirely innocent to being the most erotic creature I have ever laid eyes on?

"Of course. Can you?"

As the delicate pink of his tongue slides across his lips, I can no longer control myself. I pull his face to mine and take those lips in a deep kiss. I feel him smile against me and when I pull back, he laughs. I hadn't realized what a tease he was. This is gonna be more difficult than I thought.

"You are dangerous." I say as I poke him in the chest with my index finger. "I can keep a secret as long as you don't do things like that."

He raises his eyebrows in a mocking gesture.

"What's the matter, Yo-tan? Can't handle me?"

Oh, that does it! My hands fly to his stomach and he collapses into a fit of giggles as he squirms to escape my attack of tickles. Eventually, I pin him to the floor, allowing him to rest from the war. His muscles relax beneath my grip as he breathes out a sigh. He crinkles his nose as he looks down at us, our bodies a gross sticky mess. I slap his ass playfully as I loosen my hold on him.

"Come on, let's take a shower."

He jumps up and runs out of the room, winking at me as he turns the corner. That kid has way too much energy. I get up and stumble after him with a grin on my face. I think I'll be spending my Saturday nights at home for awhile, or at least until we decide that this is a secret we don't mind sharing. Until then, we can keep this a secret between ourselves. Sneaking around is half the fun, right? ^_~

~FIN~

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