Weiss Kreuz, "Relieving the Ache," Youji/Aya, NC-17
I had a migraine and had to skip the anime club showing, which made me sad. David came over, missing anime as well, just to rub my back, and once the showing was over and I was feeling better, he got pizza and fed me. I was so zealous about the pizza that I bit his hand, nearly taking off all his fingers, but he let me eat the rest of my pizza anyway.
This story is for him.
Relieving the Ache
by Mistress Quickly
For David, who massages away my headaches and feeds me pizza at 2:00 in the morning, and for Nekojita, who put grape popsicles in a whole new light.
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Ran groaned, the sound muffled by his pillow. Wound tighter than a spring, his muscles were all tense under Youji’s strong, knowing fingers, and where they complained heartily about the insistent pressure he applied to them, they were slowly responding. It was just a matter of time now before the combination of the aspirin he’d taken at the end of their shift and the massage Youji was giving him would put him to sleep, and when he woke, the headache would be gone.
That’s how it had always worked before, and it gave Youji no end of pleasure that he was a necessary part of the cure.
“You’re really tight today, Ran,” he whispered, digging his thumbs into the hard muscles at the base of Ran’s skull. A sound that may have started as a growl but ended in a sigh of pleasure floated up from the pillow. Youji grinned.
“Don’t take that the wrong way, Love,” he cooed. “You know what I mean. It’s probably from those last few arrangements; I noticed you were standing up to do them, instead of sitting.”
Ran twisted his head to speak. “Rain,” he groaned, squinting in the low light from the lamp Youji had turned on when he’d come in to massage his lover’s pain away. “Turn that off; too bright.”
Youji stretched down the length of the bed, snagged the lamp chain between his fingers and gave it a tug, filling the room with darkness. “Better?” he asked, feeling his way up Ran’s shoulders to return to the stubborn muscles in his neck. Ran grunted, and he took that to mean ‘yes.’
Slowly, the muscles began to untense and the sighs of pleasure lessened, signaling Youji that it was time to move on. He slid his fingers down to the sides of Ran’s neck, rubbing and smoothing, arguing silently with the long muscles that strained against his fingers. The warm night had raised a light, sticky sweat on Ran’s pale neck, and not wanting to give his lover friction-burns, Youji sought out the bottle of lotion Ran kept in his bedside table, squeezing a little onto his fingers before continuing his massage. Ran groaned happily at the combined sensations of cool lotion and friction-less massage, shifting one of his hands to squeeze Youji’s thigh in silent thanks. The blonde smiled and continued patiently, moving from neck to shoulders and adding more lotion whenever he felt the skin begin to stick and stutter under his fingers.
The muscles in Ran’s shoulders were impressive from all of his sword-work, and when tightened from flower arranging and stress-and apparently rain, which the redhead blamed for headaches on a regular basis-proved a tremendous challenge to anyone willing to tackle them. Youji had only worked his way past the juncture of neck to shoulder, beginning his attack on the large muscles just above Ran’s shoulder blades when his fingers began to hurt. Admittedly, the lotion helped, but by the time he’d finished there and moved lower, to the muscles that lay parallel to the shoulder blades, his hands were howling in pain. He paused, lifting his hands and cracking his knuckles, stretching the muscles in his palms and wrists and flexing the sore tendons in his fingers. Ran’s breathing had deepened and slowed, suggesting that he was asleep, but Youji knew him well enough to know that the slightest shifting of the bed would wake him, and waking would only make the headache last longer. Setting the heels of his hands into the knots in the small of Ran’s back, he began again to knead and rub, working out every bit of tension he could find.
An hour later, Youji sneaked out of Ran’s room, pulling the door shut behind him with a soft snap. His hands shook from the strain of the full massage he’d given his lover, and his stomach was protesting the absence of dinner with squelches and growls that he’d feared would wake the sleeping redhead, had he stayed in the room much longer. Padding down the stairs to the kitchen, he smiled happily at the memory of Ran’s soft sighs as he slept, face free of any indication that he was in pain, long strands of red hair falling messily over his fine features, casting shadows over his pale skin.
No doubt about it, he thought as he adjusted the erection he’d developed early on during the massage, Ran Fujimiya is a beautiful man. Rummaging in the refrigerator for something to eat that wouldn’t require too much work, Youji sighed and thought about his lover’s skin under his hands, warm and soft and wanting his touch; yearning for it. In the two years they’d been involved with each other, the novelty of simply touching the man still hadn’t worn off, sending a thrill through every nerve in Youji’s body.
A thrill that, incidentally, had a tendency to center in his crotch. Microwaving an instant ramen, Youji adjusted himself again, cursing silently at his boxers for bunching up as he did so. He tried to smooth the twisted cotton under his jeans, reaching awkwardly under the waistband, but succeeded in nothing but making the situation far worse. With a whine of frustration, he undid the button and unzipped his fly halfway, giving him room to rearrange his underwear with tired, protesting hands. He’d nearly succeeded, too, when he heard a bark of laughter and turned to see Ken in the doorway, hand over his mouth, laughing at the sight of Youji with his pants undone and his hands in his underwear.
“Ran got a headache or something, Youji?” he chuckled. “Too tired to help you out with that?”
Youji snarled at him. “Shut up, Ken. Just fixing my boxers, you bastard. Stupid things got all twisted up while I was giving Ran a backrub ...”
Ken’s laughter told him that the soccer player either didn’t believe him or didn’t care what the real reason behind Youji’s hands being shoved down his own pants was; it was funny enough in and of itself. To add insult to injury, Omi soon joined his laughing companion in the kitchen, inquiring as to what was so funny. His eyes bugged when he saw Youji desperately trying to put his clothing back in order.
“Youji-kun, what are you doing?” he asked, all innocence and curiosity. Youji growled at Ken, then looked at Omi.
“Fixing my damn boxers, Omi, they got twisted when I was rubbing Ran’s back. Ken, shut up.”
“Oh,” Omi answered, the blush spreading across his face telling Youji that he didn’t believe him any more than Ken had. “Does Aya-kun have a headache again? It’s started to rain; don’t storms always give him headaches?”
“Yeah,” Youji answered, buttoning his fly and turning to retrieve his ramen from the microwave. “Be quiet when you go upstairs; he’s only been asleep for an hour.”
“We aren’t going upstairs,” Ken told him, pulling on his coat. “We’re going out with Sakura and Aya, remember? Not everyone’s lonely and desperate on a Friday night, Yo~tan.”
Youji glared at him. “I’ll make sure to tell Ran when he wakes up that you’re not lonely and desperate because of his little sister, Ken~ken,” he shot back. “I’m sure that’ll go over really well with him.”
Ken paled at the thought. “Don’t tell him that, Youji; that’s not funny. He’d kill me if he thought ...” He glared. “Aw, it doesn’t matter. We’re not doing anything; she’ll tell him that.”
“Yeah, sure she’ll tell him. Right after she tells him what flowers she wants him to give her to put on your grave.”
Ken rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Youji. We’re leaving; enjoy your Friday night.” And with a nasty smile, he turned and disappeared out of the kitchen. Omi sighed and smiled at Youji, playing the peace-keeper as usual.
“Goodnight, Youji-kun. Tell Aya-kun I said ‘get well soon,’ if he wakes.”
“Will do, chibi. Have fun.” And with a smile and a small wave, Omi, too, was gone.
Youji sighed and dug a pair of chopsticks out of the drawer. Ken was right; spending Friday night in a quiet apartment with his deliciously lovely boyfriend fast asleep upstairs was a depressing prospect. And where it was thoroughly annoying to listen to the soccer player’s taunts, it was rather convenient that the small argument had rid him of the aching erection he’d had from the first minute he’d touched Ran’s neck.
Slurping a mouthful of cheap noodles, he burned his tongue and swore silently. Never met anyone who could turn me on by just existing, he mused, setting the ramen on the counter and digging a soda out of the refrigerator. Never met anyone with such exquisite skin, either. That neck ... so soft and pale, and when he relaxes and sighs like that ...
His erection was back, aching where his pants-leg restricted it. Setting the soda next to his cup of ramen, he reached down and adjusted himself again, rolling his eyes when the motion made his boxers bunch yet again. Stupid underwear, he thought furiously, reaching down the back of his pants in attempt to straighten his clothing out, making the situation worse. Surrendering to the discomfort of his pants, he slumped back against the counter and grabbed his dinner, slurping down a mouthful, then chasing it with a long drink of grape soda, making a mental note to kill Omi for buying fruit-flavored soda.
His mind wandered aimlessly, first wondering if one could overdose on instant ramen, and if so, how much one would have to consume to do just that, and how close he was to consuming that amount; moving next to the can of sickeningly sweet soda, wondering what it would take to deter Omi from buying it ever again. From there, his mind flitted to a memory of the previous summer, watching Ran eat one of the popsicles his sister had bought for all of them out of sympathy when the Koneko’s ceiling fan had broken. If memory served-which it nearly always did where memories of the redhead were concerned-Ran’s popsicle had been grape-flavored, the taste lingering when Youji had kissed him in the backroom before returning to run the register. He’d gotten smacked when he asked Ran if the purple color on his tongue had come off on him when Ran had given him head later on, when they were supposedly rearranging the seedlings in the greenhouse ...
Erection pressing painfully against the leg of his jeans, Youji shifted and filled his mouth with the salty ramen, deciding he’d had enough of that memory. The damage had been done, however; his mind happily returned to his graphic memories of his lover, making his erection pulse and leak all over the twisted boxers. He tried to adjust it, but the extra friction just made the ache worse.
His mind drifted to the memory of the sighs of pleasure Ran had made into his pillow when he’d rubbed his back earlier, spurring a memory of the first time he’d taken Ran face-down, his lovely red hair fanned out over that pillow. Early on in their relationship, Youji had insisted on taking his lover face-up, wanting to be able to watch for signs of discomfort, as well as wanting to show Ran that he knew exactly who he was making love to, to dispel any doubt the redhead might have had about Youji’s intentions of being faithful to him. That night, their lovemaking had been frenzied, the product of a long day together in the shop, teasing and flirting with each other when the customers and their teammates hadn’t been looking. They’d been busy, working even after the shop closed to prepare the arrangements for a wedding the following day. Aya had brought dinner for them-takeout from a nearby shop-and Ran had done his best to torture Youji with every bite he’d eaten, sucking on his chopsticks, running his tongue up and down the length of the sticks in a way that had made Youji very interested.
Youji smiled to himself, chucking the empty ramen container into the trash and draining his soda. Barely made it out of our clothes, he recalled happily. He sighed at the memory of Ran crawling onto the bed, burying his face in that pillow, slicking his own fingers with lube and preparing himself, moaning and writhing while Youji had struggled with his clothing, eyes glued to the sight of his lover practically begging to be taken. The sex had been brutal that night, he recalled, his cock twitching as he remembered burying himself in that pale, perfect body the instant he triumphed over the zipper of his jeans, wrapping himself around Ran’s back and thrusting hard, crying out at the sensation the new position afforded them. He managed to drench the pillow when he came, Youji recalled, sighing and rubbing his erection through his jeans, then yelled at me when I tried to stop him from changing the pillowcase.
Reality slipped back into his consciousness, stilling the hand that absently rubbed his aching erection through his jeans. Resigned to the fate of his own palm being his lover for the night, Youji flipped the lightswitch and padded through the dark apartment upstairs to the bathroom, stopping only to grab a fresh towel from the linen closet. Tossing the towel onto the sink, he turned on the shower and began arguing with his clothes, tugging his t-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. Next, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off along with the hated boxers, hopping on one foot when the cuff of the jeans caught around his left ankle. Cursing, but finally free of his clothing, he stepped into the shower, cursing again when the water hit him, cooler than he preferred. His teammates always complained that his habit of taking scalding showers used up the hot water too quickly, but he didn’t care. He loved the feeling of the heat against his skin, burning off whatever nastiness he’d come into contact with during the day.
He wet his hair quickly, sighing as the hot water flowed over his face, then squirted shampoo into his hand-orange-scented, which Ran seemed to like, and made his hair do something other than hang limply in his eyes-and lathered it into his hair. His imagination, still eager to torture him, it seemed, brought up images of washing his lover’s soft red hair, the scent of vanilla filling the steam that wrapped around their bodies, sated from making love under the jets of hot water ...
With a sigh of frustration, he leaned back into the water and rinsed his hair, groping blindly for the conditioner they both used, squirting a dollop into his palm and massaging it carefully into his hair. The sweet scent of the conditioner-something random; the bottle claimed aloe and a mix of other ingredients-made his erection swell so hard it hurt. He combed the creamy white conditioner through his dark blonde hair, watching the excess drip off of the comb, some of it hitting the floor of the tub, the rest hitting his legs; his back; his ass, dripping lazily down his skin ...
Too much. It was too much for his poor brain, so full of images of his sweet lover already that the memory of the creamy lotion he’d used on Ran’s soft skin earlier that evening made him gasp with desire, scooping some of the conditioner off his thighs and smoothing it over his erection. He closed his eyes, remembering the early days of his and Ran’s relationship when both were still too shy to admit their sexuality and buy proper lube, using Ran’s unscented lotion instead. Stroking himself-too fast, admittedly, to make the experience last-his mind flitted erratically through memories of nearly falling off Ran’s bed, unbalanced while trying to find the lotion in the bedside table drawer; memories of squirting out too much and using the excess to slick his lover’s erection, pounding hard into the welcoming tightness of Ran’s amazing body ...
Leaning against the cool wall of the shower, Youji stroked himself, his other hand reaching down to cup his balls softly, keeping them from jarring painfully as he rubbed his erection as fast as he could. Gasping, his mind clung to the memory of Ran arching his back, pressing Youji in deeper than deep as he came, legs tensing around Youji’s waist as he cried out, his gorgeous red hair fanned out across that damn pillow ...
Biting his lower lip, Youji came, hand stilling as semen pulsed over his shaking fingers. Opening his eyes, he gave his spent member a last stroke from root to tip, pulling the last few dribbles of come out to slip wetly over the dark pink tip. The thought of Ran’s come dripping into his mouth two days earlier when he’d given him head in the greenhouse just before lunch drifted through his mind, bringing a small smile to his lips, but doing absolutely nothing to his sex. Satisfied, he rinsed his hands, then stepped into the spray of water to rinse his hair. Jerking off had never felt quite so nice before he and Ran started sleeping together, but now that he had the memories of such a beautiful man enjoying him so thoroughly so often, fantasizing felt nice, even on nights when it would have felt far nicer to have come inside his lover rather than all over his own fingers.
Can’t be helped, he thought with a happy sigh, lathering his washcloth with soap and scrubbing his body, wrinkling his nose at the amount of dirt that came off on the white terrycloth. Potting soil, no doubt, from the stupid peace lily he’d had to move that afternoon, the one that always managed to tip and spill dirt, no matter how carefully he moved it. He rinsed the cloth, then his body, wondering as he ran his hands over the skin of his neck and shoulders, how his lover’s headache was, and if he should leave the bottle of aspirin beside the bed in case the other woke in the night in pain ...
He shut off the taps and wrung the excess water from his hair, mind pleasantly fuzzy with the total satiation of his body. Full belly, empty balls, as he liked to say whenever he and Ran had time to pounce each other after lunch. He dried himself with the towel from the sink, then wrapped it around his waist and brushed his teeth. Wiping steam from the mirror, he frowned at the purple stain on his tongue, remembering his earlier mental note to kill Omi for buying grape soda. The grape soda reminded him of his dinner, which made him wonder if Ran was hungry, and if he was, would the headache have left him well enough to make it worth waking him for a bit of dinner? Youji rinsed his mouth and gathered his discarded clothing, deciding it wasn’t worth the risk of his lover’s headache remaining to wake him. Ran was a big boy; if he woke up hungry, he’d find something to eat, and if he managed to wake Youji in the process, he’d have company.
Wondering when he’d gone from Playboy Extraordinaire to Sap of the Year, the blonde slipped out of the bathroom, shutting the lights off behind him as he padded across the hall to the room he and Ran shared. The light from the streetlamp outside the apartment filtered in dimly through the window over the bed, barely illuminating the outline of Ran’s sleeping form. Youji smiled and dropped his clothes into the hamper, momentarily considering putting on a pair of boxers before climbing into bed, but deciding against it, still mad at his boxers for their earlier antics in his jeans. Opting instead for a pair of cotton sleeping pants, he slid silently into bed, crawling over Ran’s body to slide under the light sheet on his side of the bed, happily sandwiched between the cool wall and Ran’s warmth. The redhead shifted, sighed, and stilled, breath slowly returning to its even rhythm.
Youji was almost asleep when he became aware of long, thin fingers ghosting over his pants-clad hip, the sensation followed almost immediately by the warmth of breath between his shoulder blades and lips softly kissing just beneath the damp ends of his hair. He squirmed when the fingers tickled his side, a soft chuckle ending the game.
“How’s the headache, Love?” he whispered, his own hand seeking the one that stroked his side, entwining their fingers.
“Hn. Gone,” came the answer, a little groggy from sleep.
“That’s good. You hungry?”
Ran pressed his hips forward, brushing his erection over the sensitive backs of Youji’s thighs. “Not particularly.”
Youji rolled over, looking up into his lover’s eyes. “You must be feeling better,” he whispered, tugging Ran down by an eartail for a kiss.
“It’s raining,” Ran said, as though that explained everything.
“And the aspirin and backrub had nothing to do with it, right?” Youji teased, tugging on the captive eartail yet again.
“I didn’t say that,” the redhead answered indignantly. Leaning down for another kiss, he let one of his hands roam down Youji’s bare chest, slipping his wicked fingers under the waistband of the pants, questing about for his lover’s erection. Finding it anything but erect, he stroked it, teasing the tip with his fingers, rubbing the length with the calloused pad of his thumb. When it stayed limp, he pulled away and frowned.
Youji grinned apologetically. “Sorry, Love. I got all worn out in the shower. You were so beautiful up here, moaning and sighing ... give me fifteen minutes, and I’ll be ready for you, I promise.”
Ran stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Yotan, you’re incorrigible,” he murmured, retrieving his hand and resting it on his lover’s belly. “For all your bragging, your stamina is zero.”
“Hey, now, no need to make fun of me,” Youji retorted, pouting. “And it’s your own damn fault I had to go ahead without you. You were asleep.”
Ran shrugged. “Hn. That was your fault,” he said softly, teasing his fingertips in Youji’s navel as he spoke.
“Fine, blame me,” Youji pouted, puffing his lip out in attempt to get sympathy. He wasn’t really surprised when he didn’t get any. “But since you’re awake now, you should get something to eat. You skipped lunch; I don’t want you skipping two meals.”
“Hn.”
He sat up and pulled back the covers, scowling at his lower body. Fickle cock, getting all hard when Ran’s asleep, then refusing to cooperate when he wakes up ... “Come on, I’ll make something for you.”
It took some cajoling, but he finally managed to drag the reluctant redhead out of bed and down to the kitchen. Remembering that instant ramen tended to give his sensitive lover headaches regardless of the weather, he opened the refrigerator and rummaged around for something else, finding nothing promising other than a few slices of pizza he was pretty sure had been Ken’s.
“Pizza okay?” he asked, pulling the slices out of the baggie and arranging them on a plate. Ran nodded, watching him sleepily from the table. Youji put the plate in the microwave, smiling at the thought of stealing Ken’s pizza in revenge for embarrassing him earlier. When the pizza was sizzling, he carried it and a can of the dreaded grape soda to the table, setting them in front of the sleepy redhead.
“Thank you,” Ran said softly, placing his hands together and murmuring “itadakimasu” before lifting a slice and biting into it hungrily. Youji watched him eat, enjoying the sight of the thin swordsman eating and actually enjoying it, something he’d not done when they had first gotten involved with each other. The redhead made a face when he took his first drink of the soda, looking up at Youji as though it was the blonde’s fault. Youji held his hands up and shook his head.
“Hey, don’t blame me. Omi’s the one who bought that stuff.”
“It’s grape,” Ran said, giving the can a mild version of his ‘shi-ne’ glare.
“I know. I had one with my dinner,” he answered, sticking out his purple-stained tongue as proof.
“Hn.”
They sat in silence while Ran finished the two slices of pizza, growling softly every time he drank from the soda can. Watching his lover suck on the tip of a finger, cleaning a bit of pizza sauce from it, Youji felt a familiar stirring in his pajama pants and grinned. It’s about time, he scolded his cock, reaching out to stroke Ran’s leg. Ran raised an eyebrow at him, hand paused mid-way to the dreaded soda can.
“Hey,” Youji purred.
“Yotan, you’re incorrigible,” Ran informed him, lifting the soda to his lips and taking a drink, shuddering at the taste.
“Yeah?” Youji breathed, leaning in close enough to ruffle his lover’s hair with his breath. “You don’t seem too opposed to the idea.” He stroked his fingers over the growing erection in Ran’s pants, earning a sigh and a wiggle from the other.
“I was up for it earlier, if you’ll recall,” Ran answered, tipping the soda can back to drain it. “It was you who wasn’t up to it.”
Youji snorted. “You gonna complain, or are you gonna let me take you upstairs and make you scream?”
Ran arched his eyebrow at his lover, then slid out of his chair, tossing the soda can into the recycling bin on his way over to the sink. He washed and dried his plate, then set it in the cupboard, glancing over his shoulder at Youji, who was leaning against the refrigerator, trying-and failing-to pout and look sexy at the same time. Suppressing a grin, he brushed past his lover, murmuring as he went, “Well, come on then.”
Youji bounded after him, tackling him halfway to the stairs. Pinning his lover’s arms to his sides, the blonde happily began nibbling the soft skin of his neck, murmuring in appreciation when Ran ground his ass against him suggestively. The redhead moaned softly, allowing the other to raise a pleasant bruise on the back of his neck before pulling away, half-dragging Youji to the stairs.
“Omi and Ken are out tonight, you know,” Youji breathed, trying to press Ran against the wall at the foot of the stairs. “We could do it right here, right now.”
Rather than inspiring interest or passion, his words seemed to bother the swordsman, who turned and glared at him through ragged bangs. “What do you mean, they’re ‘out’ tonight? Is Aya out with Ken again?”
Youji sighed and dropped his forehead to Ran’s shoulder, trying to look pitiable. “Omi and Sakura are with them, Ran,” he whined. “They’re not going to do anything. Come on ... ple~ase? We’ve never done it down here ... ooh, or on the stairs. That’d be kinky. Or the bath? I could rub your back afterwards, in a nice warm bath ...”
“Kudoh,” Ran growled.
Youji pulled away and pouted at him. “You’re really going to get upset about this?” he asked, searching his lover’s eyes for any indication that it could be forgotten. He wasn’t finding any.
Ran glared at him for a minute, then broke into a wicked grin. “You’re a fool, Kudoh,” he said in a low voice. “Always so pessimistic.”
Youji looked at him blankly, an expression he was often teased for by his other teammates, usually with a comment or two about his hair color thrown in for good measure. Ran laughed softly, reaching out to tuck an errant strand of Youji’s hair behind his ear, then trailed his fingers down the lobe to play with the small silver hoop he wore in his piercing.
“Pessimistic?” Youji repeated.
Ran nodded. “Tell me,” he said softly, his voice still low and threatening. “Why do you think I asked about Ken and Aya?”
“You freaked out the first time they went out together; I figured you were upset about it again,” Youji answered with a shrug.
“And you don’t see that as being pessimistic?”
“Your love of ruining Ken’s love-life usually means mine’s ruined too,” Youji answered, feeling very small under Ran’s gaze.
The redhead took a step forward, pressing his chest against Youji’s. “Didn’t it ever occur to you that I wanted to make sure my little sister wasn’t going to be around to hear us trying the bath out together?” he whispered, earning a wide-eyed stare from his lover, a look of understanding and excitement slowly filling Youji’s dark green eyes.
“Uh, no, that didn’t occur to me,” Youji answered, shifting a little to ease the ache where Ran’s erection was pressed into his thigh.
“So, are we going to stay here and wait up for the kids, or are we going to go have that bath?” Ran asked, his breath ghosting over Youji’s throat as he spoke.
“I, uh, oh Ran,” Youji gasped, pulling the redhead to him in an embrace that could only be described as grateful. “I suppose you really should have a bath; you were working in the greenhouse a lot today.”
Ran chuckled and nuzzled Youji’s neck, arms draped loosely around Youji’s broad shoulders, keeping him from breaking the embrace. “If you’re worried about that, I can just go take a shower,” he teased, nipping Youji’s jawline as he spoke.
“Heh, not a chance,” Youji answered. “You had a headache before; I should come in to make sure you don’t pass out. And anyway,” he said, dropping his voice to a husky whisper and rubbing his flannel-clad erection against Ran’s, “it seems something else needs my attention. Can’t slack on my duties, now can I?”
Ran moaned and rocked his hips in answer to Youji’s motions. “It’s not the same kind of headache, but I could do with some relief, yeah,” he sighed, one hand wandering up to tangle in Youji’s still-damp hair.
“Then let’s get to it,” Youji said, finally breaking away and smiling down at his lover. Ran kissed him softly, then led him up the stairs to the bathroom, pausing only to get himself a towel from the linen closet.
“At least this time I’ll get credit for making your head feel better,” Youji muttered. “I doubt the rain caused that ache of yours, and I don’t think it’s going to make it feel any better.”
Ran smiled and shut the bathroom door, taking care to lock it before he turned on the taps.
“No, Yotan, this time you’ll definitely get full credit,” he breathed, enjoying his lover’s smile as he fell into another deep kiss, waiting for the bath to fill.
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Mistress Quickly’s Quick Note: The shampoo scents I describe the boys using are both Herbal Essences. I did a quick online search and found that orange blossom shampoo is used for extra volume, and vanilla is used for fine, limp hair. Somehow, I can see the boys using such things for their oh-so-pretty and oh-so-unjapanese hair. The conditioner is for color-treated hair. Read “Let Me Dye” if you want to know why they’d be sharing color-treatment conditioner.
On a side note, I think Herbal Essences would sell more of their product if they advertised bishounen crying out orgasmically while washing their hair with the stuff rather than using the boring females they’re using these days. Hell, I have such short hair that it doesn’t matter what I use, and I’d be tempted to shell out the extra money for Herbal Essences if Youji were the one advertising it ... but that’s just me.
Finally, the purple popsicle idea is totally ripped off from Nekojita’s hilarious story “Kitten.” If you haven’t read it, you ought to. And I don’t have anything against grape soda-love the stuff. Just so you know ~_^
This story is for him.
Relieving the Ache
by Mistress Quickly
For David, who massages away my headaches and feeds me pizza at 2:00 in the morning, and for Nekojita, who put grape popsicles in a whole new light.
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Ran groaned, the sound muffled by his pillow. Wound tighter than a spring, his muscles were all tense under Youji’s strong, knowing fingers, and where they complained heartily about the insistent pressure he applied to them, they were slowly responding. It was just a matter of time now before the combination of the aspirin he’d taken at the end of their shift and the massage Youji was giving him would put him to sleep, and when he woke, the headache would be gone.
That’s how it had always worked before, and it gave Youji no end of pleasure that he was a necessary part of the cure.
“You’re really tight today, Ran,” he whispered, digging his thumbs into the hard muscles at the base of Ran’s skull. A sound that may have started as a growl but ended in a sigh of pleasure floated up from the pillow. Youji grinned.
“Don’t take that the wrong way, Love,” he cooed. “You know what I mean. It’s probably from those last few arrangements; I noticed you were standing up to do them, instead of sitting.”
Ran twisted his head to speak. “Rain,” he groaned, squinting in the low light from the lamp Youji had turned on when he’d come in to massage his lover’s pain away. “Turn that off; too bright.”
Youji stretched down the length of the bed, snagged the lamp chain between his fingers and gave it a tug, filling the room with darkness. “Better?” he asked, feeling his way up Ran’s shoulders to return to the stubborn muscles in his neck. Ran grunted, and he took that to mean ‘yes.’
Slowly, the muscles began to untense and the sighs of pleasure lessened, signaling Youji that it was time to move on. He slid his fingers down to the sides of Ran’s neck, rubbing and smoothing, arguing silently with the long muscles that strained against his fingers. The warm night had raised a light, sticky sweat on Ran’s pale neck, and not wanting to give his lover friction-burns, Youji sought out the bottle of lotion Ran kept in his bedside table, squeezing a little onto his fingers before continuing his massage. Ran groaned happily at the combined sensations of cool lotion and friction-less massage, shifting one of his hands to squeeze Youji’s thigh in silent thanks. The blonde smiled and continued patiently, moving from neck to shoulders and adding more lotion whenever he felt the skin begin to stick and stutter under his fingers.
The muscles in Ran’s shoulders were impressive from all of his sword-work, and when tightened from flower arranging and stress-and apparently rain, which the redhead blamed for headaches on a regular basis-proved a tremendous challenge to anyone willing to tackle them. Youji had only worked his way past the juncture of neck to shoulder, beginning his attack on the large muscles just above Ran’s shoulder blades when his fingers began to hurt. Admittedly, the lotion helped, but by the time he’d finished there and moved lower, to the muscles that lay parallel to the shoulder blades, his hands were howling in pain. He paused, lifting his hands and cracking his knuckles, stretching the muscles in his palms and wrists and flexing the sore tendons in his fingers. Ran’s breathing had deepened and slowed, suggesting that he was asleep, but Youji knew him well enough to know that the slightest shifting of the bed would wake him, and waking would only make the headache last longer. Setting the heels of his hands into the knots in the small of Ran’s back, he began again to knead and rub, working out every bit of tension he could find.
An hour later, Youji sneaked out of Ran’s room, pulling the door shut behind him with a soft snap. His hands shook from the strain of the full massage he’d given his lover, and his stomach was protesting the absence of dinner with squelches and growls that he’d feared would wake the sleeping redhead, had he stayed in the room much longer. Padding down the stairs to the kitchen, he smiled happily at the memory of Ran’s soft sighs as he slept, face free of any indication that he was in pain, long strands of red hair falling messily over his fine features, casting shadows over his pale skin.
No doubt about it, he thought as he adjusted the erection he’d developed early on during the massage, Ran Fujimiya is a beautiful man. Rummaging in the refrigerator for something to eat that wouldn’t require too much work, Youji sighed and thought about his lover’s skin under his hands, warm and soft and wanting his touch; yearning for it. In the two years they’d been involved with each other, the novelty of simply touching the man still hadn’t worn off, sending a thrill through every nerve in Youji’s body.
A thrill that, incidentally, had a tendency to center in his crotch. Microwaving an instant ramen, Youji adjusted himself again, cursing silently at his boxers for bunching up as he did so. He tried to smooth the twisted cotton under his jeans, reaching awkwardly under the waistband, but succeeded in nothing but making the situation far worse. With a whine of frustration, he undid the button and unzipped his fly halfway, giving him room to rearrange his underwear with tired, protesting hands. He’d nearly succeeded, too, when he heard a bark of laughter and turned to see Ken in the doorway, hand over his mouth, laughing at the sight of Youji with his pants undone and his hands in his underwear.
“Ran got a headache or something, Youji?” he chuckled. “Too tired to help you out with that?”
Youji snarled at him. “Shut up, Ken. Just fixing my boxers, you bastard. Stupid things got all twisted up while I was giving Ran a backrub ...”
Ken’s laughter told him that the soccer player either didn’t believe him or didn’t care what the real reason behind Youji’s hands being shoved down his own pants was; it was funny enough in and of itself. To add insult to injury, Omi soon joined his laughing companion in the kitchen, inquiring as to what was so funny. His eyes bugged when he saw Youji desperately trying to put his clothing back in order.
“Youji-kun, what are you doing?” he asked, all innocence and curiosity. Youji growled at Ken, then looked at Omi.
“Fixing my damn boxers, Omi, they got twisted when I was rubbing Ran’s back. Ken, shut up.”
“Oh,” Omi answered, the blush spreading across his face telling Youji that he didn’t believe him any more than Ken had. “Does Aya-kun have a headache again? It’s started to rain; don’t storms always give him headaches?”
“Yeah,” Youji answered, buttoning his fly and turning to retrieve his ramen from the microwave. “Be quiet when you go upstairs; he’s only been asleep for an hour.”
“We aren’t going upstairs,” Ken told him, pulling on his coat. “We’re going out with Sakura and Aya, remember? Not everyone’s lonely and desperate on a Friday night, Yo~tan.”
Youji glared at him. “I’ll make sure to tell Ran when he wakes up that you’re not lonely and desperate because of his little sister, Ken~ken,” he shot back. “I’m sure that’ll go over really well with him.”
Ken paled at the thought. “Don’t tell him that, Youji; that’s not funny. He’d kill me if he thought ...” He glared. “Aw, it doesn’t matter. We’re not doing anything; she’ll tell him that.”
“Yeah, sure she’ll tell him. Right after she tells him what flowers she wants him to give her to put on your grave.”
Ken rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Youji. We’re leaving; enjoy your Friday night.” And with a nasty smile, he turned and disappeared out of the kitchen. Omi sighed and smiled at Youji, playing the peace-keeper as usual.
“Goodnight, Youji-kun. Tell Aya-kun I said ‘get well soon,’ if he wakes.”
“Will do, chibi. Have fun.” And with a smile and a small wave, Omi, too, was gone.
Youji sighed and dug a pair of chopsticks out of the drawer. Ken was right; spending Friday night in a quiet apartment with his deliciously lovely boyfriend fast asleep upstairs was a depressing prospect. And where it was thoroughly annoying to listen to the soccer player’s taunts, it was rather convenient that the small argument had rid him of the aching erection he’d had from the first minute he’d touched Ran’s neck.
Slurping a mouthful of cheap noodles, he burned his tongue and swore silently. Never met anyone who could turn me on by just existing, he mused, setting the ramen on the counter and digging a soda out of the refrigerator. Never met anyone with such exquisite skin, either. That neck ... so soft and pale, and when he relaxes and sighs like that ...
His erection was back, aching where his pants-leg restricted it. Setting the soda next to his cup of ramen, he reached down and adjusted himself again, rolling his eyes when the motion made his boxers bunch yet again. Stupid underwear, he thought furiously, reaching down the back of his pants in attempt to straighten his clothing out, making the situation worse. Surrendering to the discomfort of his pants, he slumped back against the counter and grabbed his dinner, slurping down a mouthful, then chasing it with a long drink of grape soda, making a mental note to kill Omi for buying fruit-flavored soda.
His mind wandered aimlessly, first wondering if one could overdose on instant ramen, and if so, how much one would have to consume to do just that, and how close he was to consuming that amount; moving next to the can of sickeningly sweet soda, wondering what it would take to deter Omi from buying it ever again. From there, his mind flitted to a memory of the previous summer, watching Ran eat one of the popsicles his sister had bought for all of them out of sympathy when the Koneko’s ceiling fan had broken. If memory served-which it nearly always did where memories of the redhead were concerned-Ran’s popsicle had been grape-flavored, the taste lingering when Youji had kissed him in the backroom before returning to run the register. He’d gotten smacked when he asked Ran if the purple color on his tongue had come off on him when Ran had given him head later on, when they were supposedly rearranging the seedlings in the greenhouse ...
Erection pressing painfully against the leg of his jeans, Youji shifted and filled his mouth with the salty ramen, deciding he’d had enough of that memory. The damage had been done, however; his mind happily returned to his graphic memories of his lover, making his erection pulse and leak all over the twisted boxers. He tried to adjust it, but the extra friction just made the ache worse.
His mind drifted to the memory of the sighs of pleasure Ran had made into his pillow when he’d rubbed his back earlier, spurring a memory of the first time he’d taken Ran face-down, his lovely red hair fanned out over that pillow. Early on in their relationship, Youji had insisted on taking his lover face-up, wanting to be able to watch for signs of discomfort, as well as wanting to show Ran that he knew exactly who he was making love to, to dispel any doubt the redhead might have had about Youji’s intentions of being faithful to him. That night, their lovemaking had been frenzied, the product of a long day together in the shop, teasing and flirting with each other when the customers and their teammates hadn’t been looking. They’d been busy, working even after the shop closed to prepare the arrangements for a wedding the following day. Aya had brought dinner for them-takeout from a nearby shop-and Ran had done his best to torture Youji with every bite he’d eaten, sucking on his chopsticks, running his tongue up and down the length of the sticks in a way that had made Youji very interested.
Youji smiled to himself, chucking the empty ramen container into the trash and draining his soda. Barely made it out of our clothes, he recalled happily. He sighed at the memory of Ran crawling onto the bed, burying his face in that pillow, slicking his own fingers with lube and preparing himself, moaning and writhing while Youji had struggled with his clothing, eyes glued to the sight of his lover practically begging to be taken. The sex had been brutal that night, he recalled, his cock twitching as he remembered burying himself in that pale, perfect body the instant he triumphed over the zipper of his jeans, wrapping himself around Ran’s back and thrusting hard, crying out at the sensation the new position afforded them. He managed to drench the pillow when he came, Youji recalled, sighing and rubbing his erection through his jeans, then yelled at me when I tried to stop him from changing the pillowcase.
Reality slipped back into his consciousness, stilling the hand that absently rubbed his aching erection through his jeans. Resigned to the fate of his own palm being his lover for the night, Youji flipped the lightswitch and padded through the dark apartment upstairs to the bathroom, stopping only to grab a fresh towel from the linen closet. Tossing the towel onto the sink, he turned on the shower and began arguing with his clothes, tugging his t-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. Next, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off along with the hated boxers, hopping on one foot when the cuff of the jeans caught around his left ankle. Cursing, but finally free of his clothing, he stepped into the shower, cursing again when the water hit him, cooler than he preferred. His teammates always complained that his habit of taking scalding showers used up the hot water too quickly, but he didn’t care. He loved the feeling of the heat against his skin, burning off whatever nastiness he’d come into contact with during the day.
He wet his hair quickly, sighing as the hot water flowed over his face, then squirted shampoo into his hand-orange-scented, which Ran seemed to like, and made his hair do something other than hang limply in his eyes-and lathered it into his hair. His imagination, still eager to torture him, it seemed, brought up images of washing his lover’s soft red hair, the scent of vanilla filling the steam that wrapped around their bodies, sated from making love under the jets of hot water ...
With a sigh of frustration, he leaned back into the water and rinsed his hair, groping blindly for the conditioner they both used, squirting a dollop into his palm and massaging it carefully into his hair. The sweet scent of the conditioner-something random; the bottle claimed aloe and a mix of other ingredients-made his erection swell so hard it hurt. He combed the creamy white conditioner through his dark blonde hair, watching the excess drip off of the comb, some of it hitting the floor of the tub, the rest hitting his legs; his back; his ass, dripping lazily down his skin ...
Too much. It was too much for his poor brain, so full of images of his sweet lover already that the memory of the creamy lotion he’d used on Ran’s soft skin earlier that evening made him gasp with desire, scooping some of the conditioner off his thighs and smoothing it over his erection. He closed his eyes, remembering the early days of his and Ran’s relationship when both were still too shy to admit their sexuality and buy proper lube, using Ran’s unscented lotion instead. Stroking himself-too fast, admittedly, to make the experience last-his mind flitted erratically through memories of nearly falling off Ran’s bed, unbalanced while trying to find the lotion in the bedside table drawer; memories of squirting out too much and using the excess to slick his lover’s erection, pounding hard into the welcoming tightness of Ran’s amazing body ...
Leaning against the cool wall of the shower, Youji stroked himself, his other hand reaching down to cup his balls softly, keeping them from jarring painfully as he rubbed his erection as fast as he could. Gasping, his mind clung to the memory of Ran arching his back, pressing Youji in deeper than deep as he came, legs tensing around Youji’s waist as he cried out, his gorgeous red hair fanned out across that damn pillow ...
Biting his lower lip, Youji came, hand stilling as semen pulsed over his shaking fingers. Opening his eyes, he gave his spent member a last stroke from root to tip, pulling the last few dribbles of come out to slip wetly over the dark pink tip. The thought of Ran’s come dripping into his mouth two days earlier when he’d given him head in the greenhouse just before lunch drifted through his mind, bringing a small smile to his lips, but doing absolutely nothing to his sex. Satisfied, he rinsed his hands, then stepped into the spray of water to rinse his hair. Jerking off had never felt quite so nice before he and Ran started sleeping together, but now that he had the memories of such a beautiful man enjoying him so thoroughly so often, fantasizing felt nice, even on nights when it would have felt far nicer to have come inside his lover rather than all over his own fingers.
Can’t be helped, he thought with a happy sigh, lathering his washcloth with soap and scrubbing his body, wrinkling his nose at the amount of dirt that came off on the white terrycloth. Potting soil, no doubt, from the stupid peace lily he’d had to move that afternoon, the one that always managed to tip and spill dirt, no matter how carefully he moved it. He rinsed the cloth, then his body, wondering as he ran his hands over the skin of his neck and shoulders, how his lover’s headache was, and if he should leave the bottle of aspirin beside the bed in case the other woke in the night in pain ...
He shut off the taps and wrung the excess water from his hair, mind pleasantly fuzzy with the total satiation of his body. Full belly, empty balls, as he liked to say whenever he and Ran had time to pounce each other after lunch. He dried himself with the towel from the sink, then wrapped it around his waist and brushed his teeth. Wiping steam from the mirror, he frowned at the purple stain on his tongue, remembering his earlier mental note to kill Omi for buying grape soda. The grape soda reminded him of his dinner, which made him wonder if Ran was hungry, and if he was, would the headache have left him well enough to make it worth waking him for a bit of dinner? Youji rinsed his mouth and gathered his discarded clothing, deciding it wasn’t worth the risk of his lover’s headache remaining to wake him. Ran was a big boy; if he woke up hungry, he’d find something to eat, and if he managed to wake Youji in the process, he’d have company.
Wondering when he’d gone from Playboy Extraordinaire to Sap of the Year, the blonde slipped out of the bathroom, shutting the lights off behind him as he padded across the hall to the room he and Ran shared. The light from the streetlamp outside the apartment filtered in dimly through the window over the bed, barely illuminating the outline of Ran’s sleeping form. Youji smiled and dropped his clothes into the hamper, momentarily considering putting on a pair of boxers before climbing into bed, but deciding against it, still mad at his boxers for their earlier antics in his jeans. Opting instead for a pair of cotton sleeping pants, he slid silently into bed, crawling over Ran’s body to slide under the light sheet on his side of the bed, happily sandwiched between the cool wall and Ran’s warmth. The redhead shifted, sighed, and stilled, breath slowly returning to its even rhythm.
Youji was almost asleep when he became aware of long, thin fingers ghosting over his pants-clad hip, the sensation followed almost immediately by the warmth of breath between his shoulder blades and lips softly kissing just beneath the damp ends of his hair. He squirmed when the fingers tickled his side, a soft chuckle ending the game.
“How’s the headache, Love?” he whispered, his own hand seeking the one that stroked his side, entwining their fingers.
“Hn. Gone,” came the answer, a little groggy from sleep.
“That’s good. You hungry?”
Ran pressed his hips forward, brushing his erection over the sensitive backs of Youji’s thighs. “Not particularly.”
Youji rolled over, looking up into his lover’s eyes. “You must be feeling better,” he whispered, tugging Ran down by an eartail for a kiss.
“It’s raining,” Ran said, as though that explained everything.
“And the aspirin and backrub had nothing to do with it, right?” Youji teased, tugging on the captive eartail yet again.
“I didn’t say that,” the redhead answered indignantly. Leaning down for another kiss, he let one of his hands roam down Youji’s bare chest, slipping his wicked fingers under the waistband of the pants, questing about for his lover’s erection. Finding it anything but erect, he stroked it, teasing the tip with his fingers, rubbing the length with the calloused pad of his thumb. When it stayed limp, he pulled away and frowned.
Youji grinned apologetically. “Sorry, Love. I got all worn out in the shower. You were so beautiful up here, moaning and sighing ... give me fifteen minutes, and I’ll be ready for you, I promise.”
Ran stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Yotan, you’re incorrigible,” he murmured, retrieving his hand and resting it on his lover’s belly. “For all your bragging, your stamina is zero.”
“Hey, now, no need to make fun of me,” Youji retorted, pouting. “And it’s your own damn fault I had to go ahead without you. You were asleep.”
Ran shrugged. “Hn. That was your fault,” he said softly, teasing his fingertips in Youji’s navel as he spoke.
“Fine, blame me,” Youji pouted, puffing his lip out in attempt to get sympathy. He wasn’t really surprised when he didn’t get any. “But since you’re awake now, you should get something to eat. You skipped lunch; I don’t want you skipping two meals.”
“Hn.”
He sat up and pulled back the covers, scowling at his lower body. Fickle cock, getting all hard when Ran’s asleep, then refusing to cooperate when he wakes up ... “Come on, I’ll make something for you.”
It took some cajoling, but he finally managed to drag the reluctant redhead out of bed and down to the kitchen. Remembering that instant ramen tended to give his sensitive lover headaches regardless of the weather, he opened the refrigerator and rummaged around for something else, finding nothing promising other than a few slices of pizza he was pretty sure had been Ken’s.
“Pizza okay?” he asked, pulling the slices out of the baggie and arranging them on a plate. Ran nodded, watching him sleepily from the table. Youji put the plate in the microwave, smiling at the thought of stealing Ken’s pizza in revenge for embarrassing him earlier. When the pizza was sizzling, he carried it and a can of the dreaded grape soda to the table, setting them in front of the sleepy redhead.
“Thank you,” Ran said softly, placing his hands together and murmuring “itadakimasu” before lifting a slice and biting into it hungrily. Youji watched him eat, enjoying the sight of the thin swordsman eating and actually enjoying it, something he’d not done when they had first gotten involved with each other. The redhead made a face when he took his first drink of the soda, looking up at Youji as though it was the blonde’s fault. Youji held his hands up and shook his head.
“Hey, don’t blame me. Omi’s the one who bought that stuff.”
“It’s grape,” Ran said, giving the can a mild version of his ‘shi-ne’ glare.
“I know. I had one with my dinner,” he answered, sticking out his purple-stained tongue as proof.
“Hn.”
They sat in silence while Ran finished the two slices of pizza, growling softly every time he drank from the soda can. Watching his lover suck on the tip of a finger, cleaning a bit of pizza sauce from it, Youji felt a familiar stirring in his pajama pants and grinned. It’s about time, he scolded his cock, reaching out to stroke Ran’s leg. Ran raised an eyebrow at him, hand paused mid-way to the dreaded soda can.
“Hey,” Youji purred.
“Yotan, you’re incorrigible,” Ran informed him, lifting the soda to his lips and taking a drink, shuddering at the taste.
“Yeah?” Youji breathed, leaning in close enough to ruffle his lover’s hair with his breath. “You don’t seem too opposed to the idea.” He stroked his fingers over the growing erection in Ran’s pants, earning a sigh and a wiggle from the other.
“I was up for it earlier, if you’ll recall,” Ran answered, tipping the soda can back to drain it. “It was you who wasn’t up to it.”
Youji snorted. “You gonna complain, or are you gonna let me take you upstairs and make you scream?”
Ran arched his eyebrow at his lover, then slid out of his chair, tossing the soda can into the recycling bin on his way over to the sink. He washed and dried his plate, then set it in the cupboard, glancing over his shoulder at Youji, who was leaning against the refrigerator, trying-and failing-to pout and look sexy at the same time. Suppressing a grin, he brushed past his lover, murmuring as he went, “Well, come on then.”
Youji bounded after him, tackling him halfway to the stairs. Pinning his lover’s arms to his sides, the blonde happily began nibbling the soft skin of his neck, murmuring in appreciation when Ran ground his ass against him suggestively. The redhead moaned softly, allowing the other to raise a pleasant bruise on the back of his neck before pulling away, half-dragging Youji to the stairs.
“Omi and Ken are out tonight, you know,” Youji breathed, trying to press Ran against the wall at the foot of the stairs. “We could do it right here, right now.”
Rather than inspiring interest or passion, his words seemed to bother the swordsman, who turned and glared at him through ragged bangs. “What do you mean, they’re ‘out’ tonight? Is Aya out with Ken again?”
Youji sighed and dropped his forehead to Ran’s shoulder, trying to look pitiable. “Omi and Sakura are with them, Ran,” he whined. “They’re not going to do anything. Come on ... ple~ase? We’ve never done it down here ... ooh, or on the stairs. That’d be kinky. Or the bath? I could rub your back afterwards, in a nice warm bath ...”
“Kudoh,” Ran growled.
Youji pulled away and pouted at him. “You’re really going to get upset about this?” he asked, searching his lover’s eyes for any indication that it could be forgotten. He wasn’t finding any.
Ran glared at him for a minute, then broke into a wicked grin. “You’re a fool, Kudoh,” he said in a low voice. “Always so pessimistic.”
Youji looked at him blankly, an expression he was often teased for by his other teammates, usually with a comment or two about his hair color thrown in for good measure. Ran laughed softly, reaching out to tuck an errant strand of Youji’s hair behind his ear, then trailed his fingers down the lobe to play with the small silver hoop he wore in his piercing.
“Pessimistic?” Youji repeated.
Ran nodded. “Tell me,” he said softly, his voice still low and threatening. “Why do you think I asked about Ken and Aya?”
“You freaked out the first time they went out together; I figured you were upset about it again,” Youji answered with a shrug.
“And you don’t see that as being pessimistic?”
“Your love of ruining Ken’s love-life usually means mine’s ruined too,” Youji answered, feeling very small under Ran’s gaze.
The redhead took a step forward, pressing his chest against Youji’s. “Didn’t it ever occur to you that I wanted to make sure my little sister wasn’t going to be around to hear us trying the bath out together?” he whispered, earning a wide-eyed stare from his lover, a look of understanding and excitement slowly filling Youji’s dark green eyes.
“Uh, no, that didn’t occur to me,” Youji answered, shifting a little to ease the ache where Ran’s erection was pressed into his thigh.
“So, are we going to stay here and wait up for the kids, or are we going to go have that bath?” Ran asked, his breath ghosting over Youji’s throat as he spoke.
“I, uh, oh Ran,” Youji gasped, pulling the redhead to him in an embrace that could only be described as grateful. “I suppose you really should have a bath; you were working in the greenhouse a lot today.”
Ran chuckled and nuzzled Youji’s neck, arms draped loosely around Youji’s broad shoulders, keeping him from breaking the embrace. “If you’re worried about that, I can just go take a shower,” he teased, nipping Youji’s jawline as he spoke.
“Heh, not a chance,” Youji answered. “You had a headache before; I should come in to make sure you don’t pass out. And anyway,” he said, dropping his voice to a husky whisper and rubbing his flannel-clad erection against Ran’s, “it seems something else needs my attention. Can’t slack on my duties, now can I?”
Ran moaned and rocked his hips in answer to Youji’s motions. “It’s not the same kind of headache, but I could do with some relief, yeah,” he sighed, one hand wandering up to tangle in Youji’s still-damp hair.
“Then let’s get to it,” Youji said, finally breaking away and smiling down at his lover. Ran kissed him softly, then led him up the stairs to the bathroom, pausing only to get himself a towel from the linen closet.
“At least this time I’ll get credit for making your head feel better,” Youji muttered. “I doubt the rain caused that ache of yours, and I don’t think it’s going to make it feel any better.”
Ran smiled and shut the bathroom door, taking care to lock it before he turned on the taps.
“No, Yotan, this time you’ll definitely get full credit,” he breathed, enjoying his lover’s smile as he fell into another deep kiss, waiting for the bath to fill.
~*~*~*~
Mistress Quickly’s Quick Note: The shampoo scents I describe the boys using are both Herbal Essences. I did a quick online search and found that orange blossom shampoo is used for extra volume, and vanilla is used for fine, limp hair. Somehow, I can see the boys using such things for their oh-so-pretty and oh-so-unjapanese hair. The conditioner is for color-treated hair. Read “Let Me Dye” if you want to know why they’d be sharing color-treatment conditioner.
On a side note, I think Herbal Essences would sell more of their product if they advertised bishounen crying out orgasmically while washing their hair with the stuff rather than using the boring females they’re using these days. Hell, I have such short hair that it doesn’t matter what I use, and I’d be tempted to shell out the extra money for Herbal Essences if Youji were the one advertising it ... but that’s just me.
Finally, the purple popsicle idea is totally ripped off from Nekojita’s hilarious story “Kitten.” If you haven’t read it, you ought to. And I don’t have anything against grape soda-love the stuff. Just so you know ~_^