Yellow Sorbet

~ Lemons and Cream ~



- Thanks to Patricia, for doing the beta and to Pira for wonderful artwork!


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Omi dipped his spoon in the bright yellow mass of finely crushed, smooth ice in front of him. It was sour, it was sweet, it was yellow sorbet. Absent-mindedly he lifted the spoon to his mouth, sucked the lemon flavor from the steel surface and into his mouth while browsing over the notes for a history test. Funny how the sweetness of it made him restless, the scent of wax scaled fruits tickled his senses...strange that there was nothing erotic about lemons...in Omi's opinion anyway. But then again, it didn't really take all that much for anything to become erotic these days. The flash of a sharp blade in the dark night, red hair gleaming in the light from the moon...dangerous thoughts, dangerous feelings...Omi put the spoon back in the bowl and tried to focus. For a while it worked just fine, but then he came. Came strolling into the kitchen, opening the cupboard as if nothing was wrong. As if Omi's heart didn't skip a beat, and the fine hairs on his arms didn’t rise...

"Aya..." he acknowledged the other's presence as he was supposed to. Had to clear his voice, still it came out cracked and broken. The fine line of Aya’s shoulders, the broadness of them....the narrow hips under rough black fabric. He was a feast for eye, yes he was...

"Omi." A dark hum, nothing special, he didn't even turn around to look at him. Polite. That’s all. Omi sighed lowly and dipped his spoon in the yellowness of the sorbet again. Just a child, - yeah right...

Aya put on a kettle and positioned himself in front of it. Arms crossed over his chest. Omi knew what he would look like. A deep furrow between his eyes. Looking intently at the kettle as if his icy glare alone would be enough to make the water boil. He was definitely hot enough, Omi thought and closed his notebook without registering. Eyes back on that beautiful firm ass, those long legs, the glistening red of his hair...He could see a spot of cream-colored skin on Aya's neck, under the hair. The ear-tails swung gracefully from his ears, the golden ear ring dangled when he breathed. Omi's eyes drifted back down his proud, straight back and landed on his most delicious behind again. Omi sucked the spoon clean. Filled it with more lemony goodness.

Black sweater today. Black sweater over black pants. With the flawless skin and the deep red hair it made the man chokingly sexy! Oh, how Omi wished he could peel the fabric from his body, rip it off, just to see those dark pink nipples that he's stolen a glimpse of once or twice, the fine muscled chest...

"Stop doing that!" Aya's annoyed voice made him jump. A deep scarlet instantly spread over his features when he met Aya's violet eyes in the reflection on the kitchen window.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered and swallowed hard. Tried to breath but the air got stuck in his chest. The embarrassment was almost painful, small, piercing needles that tortured him - made him feel light-headed and somewhat electrical with shame. His face was still flushed, he lifted the cold, clean spoon to his cheek to cool it down a bit. Afraid to move he stared straight ahead, out in the room. Not daring to look at Aya. He wanted to cry...this was so not the plan.

Aya crossed the floor with the kettle in one hand. Met Omi's staring gaze as he did. Amused. He looked amused. A little smile curling the usually so stern line of his mouth. Softened him a bit. But at Omi's expense. The urge to cry became even worse. There hadn't been room for misunderstandings. Aya had seen him eat his body with his eyes, and the amused expression confirmed his knowledge...

He jumped again when Aya sat down right across from him by the table. Straddling a chair and resting his arms on the back of it. The amused expression was gone now, Omi was grateful for that, but wondered what the blank expression that had taken it's place meant. God, he thought...don't let him lecture me...

"What are you eating?" Aya asked instead, casually. Purple eyes met Omi's over the bowl of sunny sorbet.

"...Lemon...sorbet..." Omi said carefully, playing with the spoon in his hand. He realized he'd left his mouth open and closed it abruptly. Small drops of fruit juice dripped down on his notepad from the spoon.

"You've spilled some..." Aya smiled, his usual somber, not-quite-smiling smile while reaching over the table to wipe Omi's cheek. Holding the finger to the blond boy's lips - eyes suddenly dark and daring.

Oh god, Omi thought again. His heart raced in his chest. What does he want me to do? Am I supposed to lick it? Clean it? Can't be! He was hoping that Yohji or Ken would burst in but knew that the chance was close none. They were both busy elsewhere and the trap was closed. his most embarrassing moment, just about to unfold...

Aya's finger connected with his lips, made the meaning of the gesture apparent. Omi instinctively lifted his gaze and looked at the red-head. Then he parted his lips to let his tongue out but before the tip of his tongue had as much as left his mouth Aya's index slipped into his mouth. Purple eyes still fixed on his own. The expression of amusement back on his face. Omi gave a slight sound of startlement before his mouth did the only thing that seemed sane at the time and closed around the finger. Sucking the sweetness from the rough callused skin. So this was Aya...the taste of Aya, - the thought traveled to his crotch and he moved uneasy on the chair. Dropped his eye lids as to savor the moment. His tongue curled around the finger, traveled it's length, memorized every ridge, every angle...A light tug and he had to let the finger go, it disappeared with a wet sound, his mouth was sore. He didn't know he had sucked so hard on it...What would Aya think? ...Why did he do that?
Aya still looked at him, expression unchanged.

"...Aya-kun?!" Omi tried, heard the surprise and frustration in his own voice.

Aya measured him silently. Knowingly...

"You're like a time-bomb, Omi." He said slowly. "One of these days you're going to explode..."

Omi let his head drop in shame. Knew what he meant, - and after this there was hardly no point in denying....

"I'm sorry," he muttered. Feeling utterly miserable.

"Don't be," Aya replied almost gently. " It's not you, it's your body rebelling against you, -against your judgment..."

Omi gave a low sob, all feeling of lust and delight was gone. Just his own tearful shame was left.

They were silent for a while, at last Aya spoke:

" Your sorbet...it's melting..."

Omi looked up. First at Aya, then at the darned sorbet, like a yellow island in a pool of watered juice.

"Do you want it?" he asked and automatically offered Aya the spoon. "I don't want it, " he added. His stomach twitched by the mere thought of it. Yellow sweetness was no longer a good idea.

Aya just stared at the spoon. Suddenly Omi felt foolish for offering. Yesterday it would've been ok to offer him his spoon like this, today it was not. Not after...

"Thank you, " Aya said to his utter surprise and took the spoon from his fingers.

Omi let out his breath. He still felt shameful and his chest tight, - but he was grateful to Aya for not making things worse for him...He rose quickly from the table, had to steady himself on the chair to fight off the sudden dizziness before aiming for the door.

"I'm going out, " he said in a choked voice. "I need some air..." he added, not looking at Aya as he moved past his chair.

Aya's fingers closed around his wrist.

Omi looked at him surprised. The purple eyes showed determination. Determination of the kind he showed on missions. Twinkling glaciers of pure will - helplessly he let himself be dragged back to the table while Aya rose from his chair. He felt his thighs connect with the wood and swallow hard. Caught a glimpse of his own frightened eyes in the window behind Aya's back. Quickly Aya's hands moved, one to his chest the other curled around his legs and he was flipped like a statue across the spacious table, with only feet, calf and ankles dangling above the floor. Aya looked down at him with a slight smile. His hands rested on Omi's naked knees...

"Aya...?!" Omi couldn't believe this was happening.The whole situation too absurd to comprehend properly. What was this? What kind of game...?

Aya didn't say anything. He took the spoon from the table and leaned over Omi to scoop up some half melted lemon sorbet from the bowl. While Omi stared in he lifted the spoon to his mouth and let the slippery mass slide inside. The he kissed him. One swift movement and Aya's lips were on his own. A cold tongue traced them, looking for an entrance and Omi opened it up, - let his mouth be invaded by Aya: Cold and sweet and messy all of it when his tongue swirled and explored the warm cave of his mouth. Curled around Omi's own, caressed the sensitive piece of flesh roughly. Tasted of lemon and faintly of spice. Omi moaned. It slipped out, there was no way he could control it. Aya's torso rested lightly on his and somehow his fingers had laced behind his neck, he could feel the slow pulsing of a vein, the soft, smoothness of the cream-colored skin...He cried out when the ice cold sorbet hit the flushed skin of his neck. The quickly melting ice trailed chilling patterns that made his body jump with surprise, goosebumps to form and spread all over. Rushed through him like cold fire, made his semi-erection fill with heavily pounding blood, jerk upwards and seek connection with Aya's crotch that was so temptingly near him, just a couple of inches away as Aya leaned over him. Then Aya began to lick off the mess. Beginning behind Omi's left ear. His quick, skilled tongue moved teasingly across his sensitive spots, wiped the sugary juice from his skin. Sucked at drops and pools of sticky sorbet while Omi writhed and moaned...

"Aya!" he whimpered. "Please, Aya!"

"Please, what?" The dark voice spoke lowly in his ear. The ear ring lay across his neck and one of Aya's ear-tails had ended up across his lips, effectively sealing them, teasing him with it's silken softness - caressed and tickled when Aya spoke.

Aya's tongue darted out again and licked at Omi's earlobe, sucked it in to his mouth, bit lightly at it before letting go, -

"Lemon..." he breathed before moving on. The ear-tail slid softly across Omi's face before disappearing, falling back in place with his owner, slick and silken framing his face.- caressing the milky skin of his temple. Aya's fingers tugged at Omi's shirt. forced the small white buttons open. His mouth closed over the younger boy's again, distracted him from everything but the wicked play of tongues. Aya's face smelled of lemons, his lips were a bit sticky, Omi licked it off, suddenly hungry for the sweetness, a strangled sound escaped his chest.

Aya's hands were on his chest now, roaming under his shirt, - found and squeezed a nipple, made Omi squirm and sigh on the table. He heard the clatter of the spoon in the bowl and held his breath in fearful expectation. When the icy substance hit his skin he thought he was ready, but he was not. It was a big chunk this time. Soft, cold smoothness, sticky lemon tears that run down his sides and soaked the thin fabric of his shirt in seconds, still there was a mountain of bright yellow left on his chest, placed between his nipples, flooding them in ice cold rivers. It was enough, it was unbearable.
He gasped and whimpered, writhed on the table, moved his hands as to wipe it off, still he couldn't quite make them cross the distance to his cooling, aching chest.

"Aya!" he begged. "Get it off!"

Aya's head swooped down again, just a glimpse of something purple and the flash of a smile and his pointed tongue was working on his chest. Lips sucking, tongue caressing freeing each ridge and muscle from the melted sorbet. He bit lightly, teasingly at each nipple. Sucked and licked them throughout before eating the remains of the mountain directly from Omi's chest.

Omi closed his eyes. It felt so good. So unbelievably good. Aya's mouth was a treasure. So teasing and in control. Knew just what to do to make his body ache and respond. Even the pain felt good, - when he bit into his flesh or sucked rosy marks on his pale skin. The sensation of it all was extreme, - like he couldn't bear it, - he caught himself wondering how long he would last, and the thought of the end made a deep sob rip from his chest. He didn't want it to end...not yet...not ever. His skin was tingling as if he had a fever. Overly sensitive to every touch...every sweep of that tongue...- The strong scent of lemons mingled with that of sweat and arousal, Omi's hips jerked upwards again, managed enough contact to rub slightly against the heavy fabric of Aya's pants. His hands moved to caress Aya's backside. Slide slowly up and down the moving back as Aya licked the last traces of lemon juice from his skin. His short-sleeved shirt was fully open now, fell to the sides of his body in yellowish heaps of useless fabric. Drenched and drunken on lemon sorbet.

Aya was kissing him again, breathed sweet citrus in his face. His purple eyes were unfocused and his breath came heavier than before. The observations sent pangs of new excitement through Omi's body, made his straining member rebel against the tightness of his shorts, his breath come ragged and heavy.

When the long kiss finally ended, Aya had the white bowl in his hand, he hovered over the Omi's form with a mischievous glint in his eyes before emptying it on Omi's stomach. There was only juice left now. And not so cold as it had been. Just sugary liquid that spread across his skin when he breathed.

"Oh god," he whimpered when Aya ripped open his shorts, let the sticky juice find it's way down to the little nest of soft, blonde curls by the base of his cock. Aya's tongue dipped down in his navel. Played around down there, made Omi's hips move restlessly, his feet to kick in the air. Aya's hands worked his sorts down over his thighs while his tongue moved, his mouth sucked. Drank the flavored water from the Omi's soft belly. It tickled and it hurt, and it was all too much. He didn't contemplate the fact that Aya had completely undressed him now before his fingers closed around his aching length that twitched and wept salt. Strong, callused fingers, - long, slender and pale moved eagerly up and down his blood filled organ while his tongue still lapped at Omi's stomach, savoring every drop of sticky and sweet. When he looked up it was almost a shock. Purple gems burning towards him over the short distance,

"Too bad we don't have more left..." Aya's low voice teased and Omi gave a loud exclamation of disappointment. Aya smiled, it was faint and quickly gone, but it had been there, curving his luscious lips for a moment before it vanished. "I will still have you..." he assured the other boy, his chest rose and fell heavily and his fingers never ceased teasing, moving, - forcing milky white droplets out of the rock hard shaft.

Suddenly Omi was in the air, lifted from the table by his arm pits, sticky shirt falling from his shoulders before he was slammed, not to gently, in to the wall seconds later.- Standing on trembling feet in nothing but his socks, supporting most of his weight on Aya's shoulders. He shivered. All of him shivered and he watched as in a haze, through a fine veil of blond hair as Aya slid down his body, held him firmly in place by placing one hand on each hip before he moved in closer and engulfed him in his mouth. One swift move and he was there, buried in Aya Fuijimya's throat while muscles worked gently, tongue rather rough, over his most sensitive part...the trembling got worse. He steadied himself on Aya's shoulders while his eyes rolled back, his hips struggled to free themselves while Aya's head moved, let his glistening length appeared and disappeared back in Aya's mouth. The noises he made grew louder and his knees threatened to buckle and refuse support when Aya finally moved his hands, gave Omi some space, but not hardly enough because of the wall behind him. Aya used one hand to cup Omi's sack, gently caressing it and making Omi gulp for air, while the other hand moved down to his own pants, quickly unbuttoning them, letting his own arousal out of it's confines. It was long and firm and glistening with pre-cum, Omi made a coughing sound, almost crying out loud when Aya started pleasuring himself, all the time while still sucking Omi rhythmically, never wavering, never pausing, just swallowed him down and let him slide back out, playing with the tip of his tongue; teasing, licking, swirling. Omi couldn't believe it; Aya on his knees with half hooded eyes, glittering amethyst hardly visible under his long, black lashes, he had Omi's cock in his mouth, his own in his hand pumping in time with his sucking while beads of pre-cum gathered at the tip, run slowly down his fingers. The ear ring dangled. Crimson ear-tails swung.

"I think I'm gonna cum," Omi stammered helplessly and Aya instantly let go of his cock, left him on the brink of orgasm...sweating and trembling...utterly disappointed.

Then Aya's arms embraced him. Pulled him close to his body, up on his toes so their erections met, grinding them wildly together with a breathtaking, fiery force. Aya kissed him roughly; hips moving, tongue swirling. Salty pre-cum mingling. Omi had to break off the kiss, let his head fall back. He clenched his palms into fists and his breath came shallow - before he knew it he came with a long, deep sigh, pumping ivory white semen over Aya's cock and stomach. Aya's teeth sank in to his neck before he came as well, triggered by the sudden liquid warmth of Omi's spurts. He pressed himself against Omi's lithe form and spread fine strands of milky white over Omi's chest and belly.

Then, there was quiet. As the aftershocks rolled through their sweaty bodies. Faint smell of lemon, nearly drowned now by that of sex. Of semen, salt and arousal. Aya leaned his forehead against the wall. Omi his on Aya's shoulder. Their bodies were glued together by a thick layer of pearly shine. Aya's black sweater was stained.

" Thank you , Omi...for the sorbet," Aya kissed him softly on the cheek, close to his ear - before slowly detaching himself from his body. He smiled faintly, probably at the sight. Human limbs smeared with sweat, semen and lemon sorbet.

Omi leaned himself against the wall, just watched him walk over to the sink and turn on the warm water, take paper towels from the holder, wet them and try to rinse off.

"You'll feel better now," Aya said with the back to him. "It wont feel so...urgent..."

" Thanks..." Omi's voice was hardly a whisper. " I appreciate it..." But the boy who looked back at him from the window's black surface was ghostly pale and his eyes were deep pools of dark.


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