Aya balanced the grocery bags carefully in one arm as he used his free hand to open the gate, letting himself into the small side yard that served as an alternate means of entering the house. Focused as he was with opening the gate and closing it once more, it took him a few steps before he realized that Yohji was standing in front of him, smoking, with the garden hose in hand, evidently filling a wading pool decorated with a very colorful, very animated assortment of sea life.
“Hey,” Yohji greeted him, pulling the cigarette from his lips to offer Aya a smile. “Did you remember to get sugar for my coffee?”
Aya couldn’t help but stare back at Yohji, brows furrowed. “Yes, of course I remembered. Yohji,” his gaze flickered to the pool before he continued, “what is that?”
Yohji appeared momentarily confused by the question, his eyes darting down to the wading pool he was currently filling with water. “It’s a wading pool, Aya. I figured that was obvious. Something wrong?”
“A wading pool,” Aya repeated, growing nonplussed. “Why?”
“Why?” Now it was Yohji’s turn to echo Aya’s words as he dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it. “Oh! Why is there a wading pool and why am I filling it? Because Michel was complaining – endlessly mind you – about wanting all of us to go on some seaside holiday, only KR said we couldn’t right now. Michel was depressed at the news, so Free, not liking to see Michel depressed, came up with the idea of getting him a pool. Only, since it’s not like we have much room here, this was the best he and I could find. Well, this and that sandbox over there. That’s the beach.” A nod of Yohji’s chin directed Aya’s gaze toward the frog shaped sandbox set up a few feet away.
Aya snorted at the sight of the bright green thing and the collection of small plastic shovels and buckets sitting atop the pile of sand. “Free hates frogs. Why on earth did he buy a sandbox for Michel that looks like a giant malformed frog?” Aya wondered, redirecting his attention back to Yohji.
“It’s all they had, so Free thought that as long as Michel was happy, he could do his best to ignore his peculiar phobia,” Yohji answered, smirking. “In other words, Free can’t stand to be around the thing, so I’m the one who ended up putting it together and filling it with sand. Figured while I was at it, I’d fill the pool with water.”
“Ah,” Aya replied, nodding his head as if he understood the odd logic of both his lover and his other teammate. He didn’t, not completely, but he intended to nod his head all the same. Still, he couldn’t keep from looking at the little wading pool, obviously designed for a child much, much younger than Michel, with its multicolored fish, clams and crabs all wearing smiling faces. Aya thought they were too perky and downright creepy the way they kept staring, conveying their eternal happiness. A hand on his shoulder shook him free from his disturbing contemplation of the pool’s embellishments, and he turned to face Yohji, blinking back at him. “Yes?”
“You’ve been standing there staring at the pool for the last minute. Everything okay? Tried calling your name to let you know that I was done filling the thing and we can go inside if you want. I’ll help you put away the groceries.” The blond was clearly amused.
Aya immediately adopted his usual glare, muttering, “I’m fine. The thing’s just hideous with all those colors. Not to mention between the pool and the sandbox, there’s not much room left out here. I really don’t see the point.”
Chuckling, Yohji leaned in close, breath caressing the curve of Aya’s ear as he brought his lips closer. The redhead could have sworn he felt the flicker of the other man’s tongue briefly before he whispered, “Later, when all the children have gone to bed, we can come out here and see about wading naked. What do you think?”
His body betrayed a shudder of sudden pleasure at Yohji’s words. It wasn’t the idea of sitting naked in a small pool of water that was turning him on, surely not. It must be the thought of him and Yohji together, naked in the small pool of water. Wait…it couldn’t have anything to do with either the water or the pool…it simply couldn’t. A flush of color blossomed high on Aya’s cheeks, caused by the embarrassing realization that he did find the idea of sitting naked with his lover in that silly wading pool with its freaky fish mildly erotic. He was never going to live this down, not when Yohji was watching him with a knowing grin curving his lips and eyes gleaming with barely repressed mirth.
“Like the idea, babe?” Yohji asked softly as his fingers danced down the line of Aya’s spine, teasing a few of his ticklish spots.
“Yohji,” he murmured, failing to convey the annoyance he was beginning to feel. Instead, his voice came out sounding faintly husky. The blush darkened.
Yohji’s laugh was throaty and deep as he withdrew his hand. “It’s alright, Aya, I won’t tell. It’ll be our little secret.” His lover kissed each red cheek before he took the bags from Aya and headed toward the house. “Coming?” There was no mistaking Yohji’s intended innuendo or the hint of promise in his tone, a suggestion that there might be a preview of tonight’s activities upstairs in the privacy of their own room after the groceries were put away.
Aya found himself hurrying after the other man, who had paused by the door leading inside. Yohji was still smiling quite broadly and Aya was smiling in return now, no longer irritated by the teasing. In fact, he realized he was looking forward to later.
The door opened as Yohji was reaching for it, revealing Chloé. “Oh, there you are,” he said, looking at Aya. “Did you get the spices I asked for? Because Ken’s in there now deciding for himself how he can give the soup more zing. His word, not mine.”
Aya made a face as he inclined his head toward Yohji who held the groceries. “Why is it the general assumption today that I must have forgotten some item from the grocery list? I do know how to read,” he stated, glaring at both Yohji and Chloé.
Yohji merely shrugged, but Chloé favored Aya with a stunning smile as he extracted the needed spice bottles from one of the bags. “Perhaps it’s because we are otherwise surrounded by such mediocrity that we forget how superior you are, Aya dear.” The other blond leaned in to smack an exaggerated kiss against the redhead’s lips, which earned another bout of rich laughter from Yohji.
Aya tried not to smile as he shook his head and groused, “You two are incorrigible.”
“And you’re both gorgeous and grouchy,” Yohji replied. “C’mon then, let’s get the rest of the groceries into the house before Ken decides to take over the cooking of dinner completely.”
“Ah, yes, that’s an excellent idea, Yohji,” Chloé agreed, holding the door open for them as they passed through into the house. Turning to pull the door shut, he paused, staring out into the yard. “What is that?” he asked suddenly, causing both Yohji and Aya to glance back first at him, then beyond to the object in question.
Sharing a smile, Aya and Yohji answered in unison, “It’s a wading pool.”
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Aya glowered at the bedside clock. It was nearly one in the morning and Yohji had not yet returned. He picked up the book he’d been reading and turned the page, nearly ripping it in the process as his bad mood continued to dominate. From the moment they’d entered the house to put away the groceries Aya had fetched from the store, nothing had gone according to plan.
Yuki wanted Aya’s help with his homework. Michel wanted Yohji to play with him in his new sandbox. Well, to be exact, Michel had wanted Free to play with him, but Free wasn’t going anywhere near the large, frog-shaped thing. Chloé and Ken argued about the amount of spice to put in Chloé’s homemade soup. Only after Free stepped in as ‘official taste-tester’ did the bickering cease. By the time they all sat down to eat, Aya was more than ready for some time alone with his lover.
It had been his and Yohji’s night to clean up after the evening meal, and they did so with as much haste as was possible. Dishes were washed, dried, and put away with great efficiency. The table was wiped clean and the floor swept to perfection in record time. It was amazing, Aya thought, what the promise of a good fuck could inspire.
Only the moment he and Yohji were all but running for the privacy of their shared room, Yuki announced a call for Yohji from KR. Less than thirty minutes later Yohji and Free were out the door on a last minute reconnaissance mission, leaving Aya sulking while Chloé gave him a sympathetic smile and suggested Aya treat himself to a long soak with a good book.
Certainly that had helped, initially. But a bath can last only so long and even a well-loved book can grow boring. Aya glanced at the clock again and sighed. Resigned now to his Yohji-less evening – early morning by the clock’s display – he marked his place in the book and set it aside. Sliding down under the covers, he reached out and turned off the lamp beside the bed, willing himself to fall asleep.
The sound of the room’s door opening and closing roused Aya from his fitful slumber, and his hand automatically sought out the lamp’s switch. Someone made a startled noised the moment the light came on and Aya pushed himself into a sitting position, rubbing at his eyes. “Yohji?”
“Shit, Aya, you scared me. I thought you were asleep. You should be asleep, it’s after two in the morning.” Yohji sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, stroking a hand over Aya’s tousled hair.
“Tried, but you weren’t here,” murmured Aya, leaning into the touch of Yohji’s hand. “I thought you’d be home earlier.”
“Me too, believe me. Sorry, love. I know we had other plans for tonight.” Yohji nuzzled against the side of Aya’s neck, brushing light kisses against his lover’s sensitive skin. “But you know, unless you really want to get back to sleep, we could still have some fun. The wading pool’s got water in it and it’s not too cold, plus nearly everyone is asleep. Free shut himself up in his room as soon as we got home, so I seriously doubt we’ll find him out in the yard wanting to use the pool for himself.”
Aya pulled back from Yohji, making a face. “Wouldn’t our bed be much nicer? In case you’ve failed to notice, we’re both tall men and that pool is small. We’re not going to fit. Floundering about in a child’s toy when we could enjoy ourselves here is not my idea of fun.”
Yohji picked up one of Aya’s hands, massaging it briefly before lavishing attention with lips, tongue and teeth on the tip of each slender finger. Aya’s breath caught as he stared back at Yohji.
“You’re trying to change my mind,” Aya stated.
“I am. Is it working?” When Aya nodded, Yohji smiled and kissed him, teasing Aya’s lips apart with his talented tongue. By the time the kiss ended, Aya’s mind had been thoroughly swayed.
“Have faith in me and my skills, Ayan. We’ll enjoy ourselves and you won’t ever view that wading pool the same way again,” Yohji said, pulling Aya out of bed and helping him to shed his pajamas. He handed Aya his robe before he started undressing himself.
Aya shrugged on his robe, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched Yohji. “That’s what I’m afraid of, Yotan.”
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“Yoh~ji,” Aya moaned, pressing his mouth against the side of Yohji’s neck, trying to muffle the sound of pleasure. He clung to Yohji with arms and legs wrapped tightly around his lover’s body as he squirmed in Yohji’s lap, gasping as the hard cock inside him brushed against his sweet spot again.
Yohji breathed a ragged groan into Aya’s ear as they rocked together, the rhythm slow and strong. Tortuously slow, Aya thought through the haze of lust. He was aware of every touch of Yohji’s skin against his, of the caress of the water as it lapped against them both as they made love in the midst of the wading pool, entwined so close together that Aya’s cock was firmly trapped between their bodies. The resulting friction was painfully delicious. He felt as if he’d been on the edge of completion for hours, knowing that in truth it had been less than thirty minutes.
Aya couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt Yohji this deep within his body. Certainly they had tried their current position previously, but always with more room to spare than they had at the moment. The tiniest flex of Yohji’s hips produced only the subtlest shift of Yohji’s cock, but it was enough to wring another moan from Aya’s lips. Instinctively his body clamped down on the cock filling him, in turn making Yohji gasp. The clench of stomach muscles rippled against Aya’s cock and suddenly, or perhaps at last, it was all too much for Aya and he came, biting back the cry that wanted to burst from his lips.
He dimly heard Yohji growl low in his throat, felt his lover’s fingers dig into his hips as Yohji’s cock gave one final push and spurted inside him. It was good, better than good, regardless of the protest of limbs wanting so desperately to go slack with the lethargy of an intense climax. Aya gulped the warm night air, hearing Yohji do the same. He could feel the pounding of their hearts, unable to tell his rapid rhythm apart from Yohji’s. For this moment at least, they truly were one.
Slowly Aya came back to himself, aware of the ache in his arms and legs. It took effort to untangle them from around Yohji’s body and the small confines of the wading pool did not offer the opportunity for the stretch of cramped muscles he fervently desired. He was aware of Yohji fidgeting against him, likely wishing for the same.
“We should move,” Aya whispered, already missing the lost closeness. Yohji nodded and they helped each other to stand, both still unsteady on their feet. Together they stood in the middle of the pool, naked and sated, sharing a languid kiss.
“Good?” Yohji asked when their lips parted, his expression one of smug satisfaction.
Aya snorted. “What do you think?”
“I think it was some of the best damn sex we’ve ever had,” answered Yohji. “Which means I’ll have to come up with something new to top tonight.”
“No doubt you will succeed, but for now let’s empty out the pool and go to bed. We should try to get some sleep.”
“I suppose sleep would be a good idea, but I think I might have to make you very late for breakfast.” Yohji brushed the knuckles of one hand briefly against Aya’s cheek.
“Don’t you ever get enough?”
“Of you? That’s not possible. I thought you knew that, Ayan.”
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True to his word, Yohji not only made Aya late to breakfast, he made sure that Aya missed the meal altogether. Not that Aya complained. Leaving Yohji to finish his personal hygiene routine, Aya headed into the now deserted kitchen and made himself a cup of tea and a single toasted muffin. With both in hand, he stepped out into the yard. It was promising to be another warm, sunny day.
The wading pool still sat where they’d left it – overturned on the grass. Aya stood staring at it as he ate his muffin and drank his tea, a small smile playing about his lips. Leaving his empty cup sitting on one of the yard chairs, he tugged the pool back over and, after fetching the hose and turning on the spigot, began filling it with water again.
Yohji arrived a short while later, his own broad grin growing at the sight of Aya. “Told you that you wouldn’t view it the same way again, didn’t I?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around Aya’s waist from behind, resting his chin on Aya’s shoulder.
“Hn,” was Aya’s only reply, but his smile grew the slightest bit.
Maybe, just maybe, the wading pool wasn’t such a bad idea after all.