Aya’s anger melted away and Ryo started to laugh, sitting up so he could give the other man a long, leisurely kiss that ended only when it became a necessity to breathe.
“I’m thinking we should eat dinner after all, but not before I return the incredibly wonderful attention you just gave me.”
Ryo’s hands found their way to Aya’s pants, deftly unfastening them. Without pause he reached inside, pushed Aya’s briefs out of the way, and wrapped a cool hand around the redhead’s over-heated flesh.
It felt so damn good and it had been so damn long since anyone had touched Aya in such an intimate fashion. Far too long his body reminded him, as his cock twitched and he shuddered. He hadn’t realized he’d been sitting on the edge of release, hadn’t been aware that his own pleasure had peaked so quickly while he’d been sucking Ryo’s cock.
But he knew now.
“Ryo! Oh fuck… I’m…”
Aya watched helplessly as come spurted from his cock, the first stream of white catching a shocked Ryo on the chin. He hunched over as the muscles of his abdomen clenched with each steady pulse of his climax, covering Ryo’s naked chest and stomach with stripes of come until it finally subsided into less copious dribbles that leaked onto his own pants.
If there was ever a time either Aya or Ran had been more embarrassed, he couldn’t remember it. Unable to meet Ryo’s eyes, he focused on the floor, steadfastly ignoring the sting behind his eyes. “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t realize I was so close until it was too late.”
Ryo lifted Aya’s chin with one finger, witnessing the stain of blush across his cheeks. He gave him a brief kiss and an affection-filled smile. “Don’t be embarrassed and don’t be sorry. You’re beautiful beyond belief when you come.”
As Aya stared, Ryo drew a finger through the fluid cooling upon his chest and brought it to his lips, smearing it across them before licking it away with his tongue. “Next time I fully intend on having you fill my mouth. You taste too good to waste.”
He tried and failed to keep himself from whimpering at Ryo’s words and the images they provoked. Unable to concentrate for several moments, Aya became aware of the world around him again only to find Ryo already standing and in the process of tucking his spent cock back in is pants.
“I need a quick shower to clean up. You’re welcome to join me if you want?” Ryo looked hopeful, the expression fading quickly when Aya shook his head.
“If you could provide me with a damp cloth and perhaps a change of pants, I’ll be fine. I think it might be better if we didn’t tempt fate again so soon.” Aya held out his hand, letting Ryo help him to his feet.
“Are you having second thoughts about staying, Aya?”
“No, no I’m not. I just need a little time to recover. It’s been a while for me, Ryo. You know that. I’m not balking, I promise.”
That seemed to satisfy Ryo. With a nod, he disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, returning shortly with a warm, damp cloth for Aya’s use. After handing that over, he extracted a pair of dark blue pajamas from a dresser drawer and laid them on the bed.
“Here, you can change into these. Other than being a little long, they should fit. I can loan you a pair of pants in the morning.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“Alright then, I’m going to jump in the shower. I won’t be long.”
Ryo pulled another pair of pajamas, black in color, from the drawer and disappeared back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Aya knew this was for his benefit, more than Ryo’s. The man’s consideration made him smile.
He cleaned himself off, doing his best to remove most of the mess from his pants before shedding them in favor of the pajamas. They were, of course, too long in the leg, but he remedied that problem by folding over each bottom hem a couple of times. The top fit better and he only needed to fold back the cuffs on the sleeves once.
Aya picked up one of Ryo’s sketchbooks and sat down in the chair again, idly glancing through it as he tried not to think too much about recent events. He was aware of the sounds of Ryo’s shower, although true to his word, the man did not linger.
Within the span of ten minutes, Ryo emerged from the bathroom. Dressed in his own pajamas, he briskly rubbed at his damp hair with a towel before tossing it aside. “I thought that color would look good on you. Hope the fit isn’t too off?”
Aya glanced over himself, shaking his head. “They’re comfortable. Thank you for their use.”
“Not a problem. Ready to finally eat our meal?” Dragging a chair closer to the cart, he sat down on one side and waited for Aya to bring his own chair closer to the other.
Giving Ryo a nod, Aya set down the sketchbook and stood, pulling his chair into position before sitting down again. When Ryo smiled at him, he smiled back, feeling himself starting to relax once again.
Their dinner had gotten cold, but neither seemed to mind as they talked amiably while they ate. Aya told Ryo about his coworkers and housemates, describing something of each of their personalities and quirks. Ryo told Aya about his life in Tokyo, including his work and the reason he was here in London. He also spoke a little about Asuka and the divorce.
“Do you miss her?” Aya asked quietly, gaze flickering from his plate to Ryo’s face.
Ryo glanced up at Aya, a thoughtful expression upon his face. He put down his fork and leaned back in his chair, hands falling to his lap. “That first month was the hardest. I knew we’d split for the right reasons, but she’d been the only one there for me for so long. I didn’t like being alone. I still don’t, but it’s gotten easier as I remember things. I hope Asuka’s happy now. She deserves it.”
Aya plucked at the napkin in his lap, unable to meet Ryo’s eyes. “I suppose I didn’t think you’d be alone for long. You were always so good at meeting people, making them like you. I thought, at the time, that I was doing the best thing for you given the situation.”
Ryo sighed, tossing his own napkin to his plate as he climbed to his feet. He found and lit a cigarette, pausing beside the balcony door and cracking it slightly. He stood there smoking and gazing out over the dark landscape.
“I won’t lie and tell you that I’m not angry over the fact you left me in the hospital. I can’t lie about that, Aya, but you also told me that in some way I wanted what happened to happen. I believed you when you told me that. I know you wouldn’t lie to me either. So I guess now I’m angry at myself for driving you away.”
Pushing away from the cart, Aya rose from his chair and walked to Ryo’s side, unsure if his presence there would be welcome at the moment. Again Ryo surprised him by sliding an arm around his waist and holding him close, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on some unseen point beyond the hotel room.
Aya rested his head on Ryo’s shoulder while he finished his smoke. The silence between then stretched on until the blond flicked the remainder of his cigarette outside, content to let the cold air extinguish it.
“Aya?”
“Hmm?”
“What happened to the other Asuka I knew?”
Aya tensed beside Ryo. He’d known the question was bound to come up, but had held out hope that it wouldn’t arise until later. Lifting his head, he met Ryo’s questioning eyes.
“She died.”