Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WK characters or names. This fic is a
little sappy, a little angsty, a little dramatic... a little bit of everything
that Yoji and Omi would have to go through in a real relationship. Please
enjoy reading this fic!
Sweet Summer Nights: Part Three
Omi awoke the next morning and smiled, stretching. He rolled over, expecting
to see Yoji beside him. He was thoroughly disappointed to find that the older
man had already left. The bed seemed much too large and empty all of a sudden.
He rose slowly from the bed and walked into the bathroom, where he took a long
shower. Steam plastered the mirrors by the time he exited it. Throwing on some
denim shorts and an undershirt, he made his way downstairs. Aya, Ken, and Yoji
sat in the main room, reading a newspaper or watching television. The sky was
dreary outside. It might rain later.
“Good morning guys,” he called as he took a seat beside Ken on the couch.
Aya grumbled something in return, and Ken smiled. “Good morning Omi,” he said.
Yoji looked up from his book to study the boy. It was as if he could still
feel him in his arms. He had left early that morning in order to keep the
other guys from wondering why he had stayed the night at Omi’s. “Hey. Sleep
Omi blushed adorably and cast his gaze to the floor. “Yeah.”
“I’ve got a date tonight. I guess I should go figure out what to wear.” He
stood and stretched his lithe body. “I’ll see y’all later tonight, if I’m
unlucky.” He winked.
Omi felt a strange feeling welling within him. Jealousy. He watched the man
exit the room with a pained expression. He wanted to chase after him and ask
him to stay, but he knew it would do no good. Yoji liked women. It was best
just to forget the last two nights that they had spent together.
Ken noticed the exchange and suddenly felt sorry for Omi. “Would you like to
go to the park with me today? We could just have a fun day outside.”
Right outside the door, Yoji paused. Was it possible that Ken was interested
in Omi? He shook his head. No, Ken was definitely in love with Aya. Yet he
stood as quietly as possible, waiting for the boy’s answer.
“Sure, Ken-kun. When do you wanna go?”
Yoji felt his heart drop to the floor. Did Omi like Ken? It was highly
possible. After all, they had so much in common. *Why do I care who Omi has a
crush on? It doesn’t matter to me.* He squared his shoulders and went to get
ready for his date.
Omi sighed, frowning. Just because Yoji couldn’t be with him didn’t mean he
couldn’t have fun. To turn down Ken’s offer would be rude. He tried his best
to smile and act happily as Ken, Aya, and himself made their way to the park.
Ken dribbled the soccer ball with his feet, never missing a beat. His face was
one of stern concentration. He kicked the ball into the air and caught with
his knees, bouncing it back and forth. Aya watched him through slitted violet
eyes as if to record each movement.
“You’re so good, Ken-kun!” Omi laughed, clapping his hands.
“Would you like to try it?” He kicked the ball to Omi, who caught it
doubtfully in his tiny hands.
“Um, I don’t know...”
Aya got up from his perch on the bench and took the ball. “Mind if I try?”
Ken’s face turned red with a deep blush. “If you want.”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to.” His voice carried a tone that neither
boy could discern. He balanced the ball expertly in one hand. Tossing it into
the air, he hit it with one knee as it came down. He dribbled it from side to
side on each knee as if he had been trained to do so.
“Aya, I didn’t know you knew how to do that.” Ken stammered.
The red head shrugged. “I didn’t until now.”
“Oh.” His blush darkened to a scarlet shade and spread down his neck.
Was that a smile Omi saw ghosting across Aya’s lips? He couldn’t be sure, for
it disappeared as quickly as it had formed. He shivered as a chill wind blew
across the park. A raindrop sprinkled on his arm. “Hey guys, it’s starting to
“We’ll head back in just a minute,” Ken said. “I want to teach Aya how to do
it with his feet.”
The pale man watched Omi shivering. “We need to go back. Omi gets sick
“No, that’s okay. I’ll go back by myself.” Omi got up from the bench and began
his walk back to their complex. He trembled as the sprinkles turned into a
hard rain, soaking him through in a matter of seconds. He took off at a run
down the sidewalk, moving as quickly as possible in his sopping clothes.
He slammed the door of the shop open and entered. His teeth chattered, his
legs shook, and he was chilled to the bone. With a shaky sigh, he began his
ascent up the stairs, sneezing the whole way.
Omi nearly fell backwards as the door opened in front of him. Yoji made his
way out of his apartment, dressed in a skimpy silk tuxedo and carrying a dozen
red and white roses. When his verdant eyes landed on the boy, he stopped in
“Why are you soaking wet?” he asked him.
“I got caught out in the rain.” He sneezed and ran the back of his hand over
his running nose.
“I know that. How?”
“I was with Aya and Ken at the park...” That was all he could get out before
he was sent into a fit of coughing and sputtering. He leaned against the wall
Yoji’s eyes clouded over. “Let’s get you dry and warm,” he said gently.
“No, I’m okay.” He refused the offer, trying to push past the man.
“Come on, Omi-chan. Let me help you.” He offered his hand for assistance, but
it was brushed aside.
“You have a date to go to. I’ll be okay.”
“Damn it, boy, I’m going to help you,” he growled, dropping the bouquet of
roses and literally picking Omi up off the floor. He threw the youngster over
one shoulder and made his way back into his own apartment.
“Put me... down!” he protested between sneezes. He struggled weakly in the
man’s powerful grip.
“Okay.” He set the boy down gently in the bathroom and turned on the hot
faucet to the tub. Then he locked the bathroom door.
Omi’s eyes grew big and scared. “Why... (ACHOO!) did you... (ACHOO!) lock the
door...? ACHOOOO!” His sneezes racked his entire body like miniature earth
“Because I’m not going to let you run away. Now take your clothes off.”
“Stop being silly, Omi. I’m not going to hurt you.” He glowered at the
strawberry blonde as he backed up against the wall. “Am I going to have to
force them off of you, or are you going to do it yourself?”
Omi did as he was told reluctantly. *Oh God. I’m going to be naked in the same
room with Yoji. And he’s going to be looking! Please Lord, don’t let anything
weird happen that’ll embarrass me.*
Yoji watched the boy undress impatiently, tapping one foot on the tile. He
couldn’t help feeling somewhat uncomfortable. His attraction to Omi had grown
within the past few days, and he could not ignore that. Especially when the
small, delicate, and frightened boy stood naked before him, shivering with
cold, seeming so helpless. He reached out, refusing to let his gaze stray
below the youngster’s waist, and gradually set him in the warmed pool of
“Now, just relax. The water will warm you. Is that better?”
Omi nodded. He couldn’t look into Yoji’s concerned eyes. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. You’ll probably still get sick.” It was good to feel
needed for once. “I’ll go find you some dry clothes. Where do you keep your
“In my closet.” He rolled his eyes.
“Okay. I’ll be back.”
Yoji walked into Omi’s unlocked apartment. *He needs to be more cautious. I’ll
have to talk to him about that.* He went into the boy’s bedroom and opened his
closet door. “Awww, how cute!” he drawled as his eyes landed on a pair of
short cut-off khaki shorts. “Too bad I have to dress him in something warm.”
He selected a pair of black sweat pants and a pink sweater. “Pink? That’s
strange!” He shrugged and smirked. “I think I’ll torture him a little.”
He searched the boy’s dresser drawers for underwear and socks. He found a pair
of normal white socks. When he opened his underwear drawer, he was completely
surprised. “He sure likes patterns.” They were mostly soft blue, white, or
yellow with little chibi animal prints. Sniggering, he selected a pair of
white boxers with a yellow piyo pattern.
“You have good taste in clothes,” he said as he once again entered the
bathroom where Omi bathed.
The boy’s skin now had a sickly pallor, and his eyes were red-rimmed. His
sneezes and trembling grew worse with each minute that passed. “Yoji...” he
whispered through chattering teeth. “You... tease me... too much.”
“Omi, you’re worrying me.” He checked the boy’s forehead and found it searing
hot. “Come on and get dressed.”
“I don’t think that I can get up.”
Yoji’s concern tripled. He slid his arms under the water, completely ruining
the sleeves of his silk tuxedo. But he didn’t care. Lifting Omi carefully out
of the tub, he set him on his feet. His eyes roamed unwillingly over the
youngster’s slender, smooth body, taking in every detail. He had a firm chest,
tiny waist, slim arms, shapely thighs, and the most beautiful little round
bottom he had ever seen. He completely avoided Omi’s manhood, giving the boy
at least a small amount of modesty. He found himself longing to taste that
Swallowing hard, he turned around to let his new affection dress. It was only
a second before Omi let out a small cry of desperation.
“Damn it!” he cursed as tears began to flow down his face. “I... I can’t even
get my underwear on!” His sobs mixed with his sneezes.
“Shhh. It’s okay, my little Omi-chan. Let me help you.”
“Please, Yoji! Just let me go to bed. I’m so tired!” He wrapped his weakening
arms around the man’s neck and pressed up against him, sobbing into his shirt.
“I’m so weak! I’m such a child!”
Yoji caught his breath as the boy’s slight body pressed into him. His hands
traveled down Omi's slender back. He had to close his eyes to control himself.
How we wanted to squeeze that tight little ass! “Oh God, Omi."
Omi suddenly realized that Yoji was quite aroused. He stumbled back a couple
of steps, shock written all over his face. "Yoji, what...?!"
Yoji quickly thought of an excuse. "I was just imagining that this was
happening between me and... a woman!" *If that wasn't the stupidest, most
dissuading thing I have EVER...*
“Oh.” The fever in his cheeks darkened as a blush was added to it.
“Come on, I’ll take you to bed.” He picked the boy up, cradling him in his
strong arms. “Would you like to sleep with me? I’ll keep you warm.”
He laid his head against the man’s chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.
“What about your date?”
Yoji gently laid Omi among the satin sheets of his bed. “You’re more important
to me than a date.”
“Of course, Omi. Never doubt that.” Once again, he was kissing the boy’s
forehead before he could stop himself. “Just get comfortable. I’ll be back in
“Don’t leave!” he cried, tightening his grip around his neck.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispered tenderly. “I’m making you some medicinal
“Okay. But please hurry.” His blue eyes were large and frightened.
“Omi, nothing’s going to happen to you with me here to take care of you.”
“I know. But I’m cold, and I’m tired. I...”
“Go ahead, Omi. Tell me anything.” Yoji sat down on the edge of the bed and
stroked the youngster’s hair.
“I need you.”
Yoji felt his heart leap wildly in his chest as the boy’s gaze met his. “God,
Omi. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear that. I want you to need me.”
He leaned down and placed another kiss on his forehead, letting it linger this
time. “Now I’m going to fix you some tea that I can assure will make you feel
better. Just relax.”
He left Omi reluctantly and made him some chamomile, honey, and herbal tea.
Its taste wasn’t all that toxic, he decided. When he again entered the
bedroom, he found the boy curled up into a ball, crying his eyes out.
“Omi...” he said in a soothing voice. “What’s the matter?”
“Yoji, hold me.”
“Drink this tea first, and tell me what’s wrong.”
Omi sniffled and wiped at his wet cheeks. “I’m just so embarrassed.”
“About what?” He held the cup up to his comrade’s lips and made sure that he
swallowed at least a third of it.
“Everything. Being naked, being sick, being helpless, being... me.” He
swallowed another mouthful of the warm liquid. “I don’t want to be a burden on
you. I ruined what could have been a wonderful date for you. I’m so sorry that
I’m too weak to take care of myself.”
“Oh, Omi. I’m enjoying every bit of this! I love to take care of you.” He
smiled and rubbed the boy’s back. “Now drink the rest of this and I’ll get in
the bed with you.”
Omi drank the rest in what seemed a hurry. “Are you going to... get naked?”
Yoji almost laughed. “No. Just in my underwear.”
He watched the sexy man undress with an unwavering gaze, as if all modesty had
suddenly been tossed out the window.
*If a show is what he wants, then a show is what he’ll get.* Yoji grinned
evilly to himself as he unbuttoned the vest of his tux and let it drop to the
floor. He started with the buttons of his shirt, and left it hanging open as
his hands unbuckled his belt. He let his pants slide slowly down his legs
until they rested in a heap around his feet. Then he kicked off his shoes and
stepped out of the clothes. Now he was dressed only in boxers and an open
Yoji looked at Omi’s tensed and shivering form. The boy was watching him.
The man shrugged the shirt from his shoulders and heard it hit the floor with
the soft rustling of cloth. He began to take off his boxers.
“Eeek! You said that you wouldn’t get naked!” He sneezed and gritted his
“I lied.” Yoji had no idea what he was doing, or why. All he knew was that Omi
liked his little show. He let his boxers drop.
“EEEK!” Omi cried, hiding his virgin eyes under the covers. “Yoji!”
“What?” He lifted the covers and prepared to crawl under them.
Omi was forced to roll over as Yoji made himself comfortable under the sheets.
He could feel his body growing even warmer than before. Especially between his
legs, in a place that he had felt his older comrade reacting not too long ago.
He tensed as a dexterous hand slid down his back. “Yoji...”
“Omi.” He grabbed the boy’s waist and brought him closer. “Relax. I’m only
trying to help you.”
“By getting naked!?”
“Please, Omi. It wouldn’t be fair if only you were naked, now would it?” he
whispered huskily in his ear. “You asked me to hold you.”
“Yeah, I did.” He pressed his back into Yoji’s broad chest, reveling in its
warmth and security. “Just don’t try anything weird.”
“Damn it, Omi!” he said rather harshly. “What the hell do you take me for? I
would do nothing you didn’t ask me to do.” He calmed quickly, and cursed at
himself for being so irrational. “I’m sorry. I just want you to know that I
would do anything for you. Even be polite.”
Omi giggled. “Anything?”
He turned over to face Yoji. “Then just hold me while I sleep. And you must be
there when I wake up, or I’ll get very angry.”
“Yes, master.” Yoji smirked and wrapped his arms once again around Omi.
Nothing had ever felt more right. “Now go to sleep. Sweet dreams.”
He yawned, sending the smell of honey and herbs drifting into the man’s
nostrils. “I ... I like you Yoji.”
“I know. Me too.”
Omi sighed as he snuggled into Yoji’ chest. “Be here when I wake up?” he asked
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