Ken leaned back against the counter and took several drinks of milk, straight from the container. It had been a good practice, but had lasted well past its usual ending time. The kids had been having fun and, to be honest, he had really enjoyed showing off for them. Unfortunately he was now starving, having returned to the apartment to find that he had missed dinner. Returning the milk carton to the refrigerator, his thoughts turned to finding himself something to eat. About to rifle through the leftovers, his attention was caught by the sound of someone else entering the kitchen. Looking over the appliance's door, he spotted an obviously agitated Yohji in the midst of lighting up a cigarette.
"Hey, throw me a beer would you Ken. I need it." The blond took a long drag and let the smoke out slowly above his head, staring after it.
Doing as he was told, Ken grabbed a cold can and tossed it to his teammate, giving him a puzzled look. "What's the matter, Yohji? Aya pissed at you again or something?" It was the most likely reason for the man's current state.
Catching the beer with ease, Yohji popped it open and immediately took a deep drink, catching any spill-over, and draining half the beverage in a single gulp. Only then did he shift his gaze to Ken. "Omi's eating ice cream again," he stated, grimacing.
Ken groaned in answer, closing the refrigerator door and pressing his back against it, head hanging. "Not again," he replied, body betraying a slight shiver.
"Yeah. Every fucking night this week. Gods, doesn't the boy know how indecent it looks? I mean...shit...this is Omi we're talking about and the moment he starts doing that I get... You know, nevermind. I need to find Aya. Have you seen him?" Yohji finished off the rest of his beer and crushed the can, tossing it into the trash before snubbing out the rest of his cigarette.
"Sorry man, I haven't. If he's not upstairs then he's probably back in the greenhouse, getting ready for tomorrow." Ken's eyes glanced away from Yohji and toward the living room. He was clearly nervous.
Yohji watched Ken, noting the look on the younger man's face. "Can't you do something about it, Ken? Talk to him or something. He listens to you. Hell, you could offer another distraction, you know?"
"Yohji! It's... We're... Things aren't like that between Omi and I as you damn well know. I don't know what I could say that would make him stop doing that. It's just as disturbing to me, you know." Ken sighed, wishing now he'd stayed another hour at the park. Just one more hour...
"Please. It's disturbing to you for other reasons and we both know that. I still don't understand why you don't tell him the truth. You see the way he looks at you, Ken. Stop playing hard to get. I mean, think what he could do... on second thought, don't. Because I don't want to think about it. Need to find Aya. Now." With that said, Yohji was striding out of the kitchen, off to find his boyfriend. Ken made a mental note to stay away from the greenhouse for the next few hours.
Taking a deep breath in effort to stindy himself, Ken headed into the living room. Sure enough, Omi was there on the couch watchijg television while eating his nightly dessert. This time it was something on a stick. Vanilla, by the looks of it, with a thick chocolate coating. Omi was attacking it with gusto. Ken knew he was completely and utterly doomed. He sat down in one of the chairs, giving him a full view of the couch. "Hey Omi, sorry I missed dinner tonight."
"Oh, hi there Kenken. No worries. I saved you some in case you were hungry when you got back. It's in the oven, keeping warm," Omi said, pausing in his current ice cream aating task to smile brightly at the brunet. The respite was all too brief; Omi quickly returned to his ice cream. All Ken could do was observe.
Omi's tongue ran a slow path up the length of the treat, catching all the dribbles that had melted while his attention was elsewhere. He was very methodical as he encircled the whole of the ice cream with his swirling tongue, lapping at each side and across the top. Slow and thoughtful licks, purposeful in their intent. Nothing wasted. Ken squirmed.
Bits of chocolate gave way under Omi's ministrations and he savored each of them, taking them into his mouth with the most dexterous flicks of tongue's tip before his lips closed around them and he swallowed. Not once, Ken noted, did he lose even one flake of the candy. Only after the chocolate layer had been completely eaten did Omi begin his assault on the ice cream beneath.
He was quicker this time, not wanting to let too much of the vanilla goodness escape by running down his fingers. He held his tongue flat and wide, bathing the ice cream with rapid strokes, coating all his taste buds before curling it back into mouth and closing his lips. His eyes closed and he made soft sounds of pleasure deep in his throat. Ken felt dizzy as the blood began to rush away from his brain. He was so hard it hurt.
“Uh…Omi?” Ken croaked. He had to do something. It had to stop. Every damn night it was the same thing – watch Omi give his ice cream the blow job he wished he was getting instead. Even Yohji was affected by Omi’s display. How could Ken not be?
Omi turned to look at him, ice cream held tight in one hand as he worked to finish what was left. Most of the ice cream was gone and what was still there was being licked away as the stick was suckled into the young man’s mouth. Further attention was lavished upon it until it was drawn out slowly, completely clean. Ken realized he was holding his breath.
“Is there something wrong, Ken-kun? You look flushed? Are you feeling unwell?” Omi was clearly concerned as he leaned forward to peer closer at Ken, frowning. Groaning, Ken levered himself out of the chair and toward his teammate, grabbing him by the slender shoulders and pulling him forward for a searing kiss, no longer able to resist the sweet temptation.
Startled by the suddenness of Ken’s embrace, it took Omi a few seconds to respond. Rather then pushing the other man away, he wrapped his arms tightly around him, returning the kiss with the same enthusiasm he approached most everything in his life. The pair collapsed back onto the couch in a tangle of limbs as the kisses took on a new intensity.
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Much, much later, Omi slipped out of his bed with a smile. Tugging the comforter over a thoroughly exhausted Ken, he padded down the hallway to the bathroom. Reaching for the door knob, he was surprised when it turned on its own and the door opened, revealing Aya clad only in his boxers. His hair was tousled, as if he’d just woken up. Omi suspected that wasn’t the real reason.
“What?” Aya asked quietly, glaring back at Omi.
“Nothing. Are you finished in there, Aya-kun?” Omi asked, giving the surly redhead a friendly smile.
“I am. Good night, Omi.” Aya began walking back in the direction of Yohji’s room. Omi noticed his usual graceful gait was a little unsteady.
“Thank you, Aya-kun,” Omi called out after him, one hand propped on the bathroom door.
Aya paused, glanced at Omi over his shoulder and smiled, albeit briefly. “You’re welcome, Omi. I told you it would work on Ken. I’ve used the ice cream maneuver on Yohji many times. Guess he’s still a sucker for it.” Those last words were muttered as he continued down the hallway, disappearing back into Yohji’s room and closing the door softly behind him.
Omi ducked into the bathroom, chuckling to himself. Maybe tomorrow night he’d get Ken to take him out for an ice cream cone.