[Weiß Kreuz] Testing the Waters Title: Testing the Waters Authors:trio and petermaxwell Characters: Fujimiya Ran and Tsukiyono Omi Fandom: Weiß Kreuz Theme Set: LW2 Theme(s): Uncomfortable Warnings and Notes: This skirts graphic sex between two men. If you do not enjoy graphic sex or homosexual relationships, please don't read.
Another day... and another 6 hours in the shop. Omi let his chin rest on his palm, fingers tapping the side of his cheek as he stared at the clock. Five more minutes and it was closing time... five more minutes til he could close the door, turn off the lights and FLEE up to Ran's room. He was looking forward to it more than anything.
Even as he thought it, Ran looked in from the back room, an odd expression on his face. It wasn't the normally closed look he wore. He frowned, yes, but the coldness wasn't there. "Omi?"
"Hmm?" Perking up instantly, Omi smiled to the man, leaning against the counter. "Almost time to close up, finally."
Ran nodded, stepping into the empty shop. "I was wondering what your dinner plans were."
"Absolutely nothing," Omi answered, checking his watch one more time and darting out to close and lock the door. "Did you have something in mind?" he asked, calling over his shoulder as he shut the blinds on the windows as well.
"I thought we could order in," Ran said, not quite meeting Omi's eyes. "And just relax."
Nodding, Omi smiled, moving to Ran then and leaning against the doorway tot he back room as he looked up to the redhead. "That sounds absolutely heavenly..."
At that, Ran smiled faintly, nodding and leaning against the wall. "Do you want anything particular to eat?"
The blue eyes rolled upward, contemplating that for a moment. Chinese was too 'bleh' now... they had it a lot. American food was cool, but Omi found his stomach really was NOT comfortable with the idea much. "How about pizza? I can handle that tonight, I think."
"Pizza works," Ran nodded, moving to help front the shelves while Omi finished up closing shop. "I know what you like on it now."
Grinning, Omi nodded. "And at least we know my stomach can handle it. Unlike Mexican food..." Omi shuddered at that, remembering the LAST time they'd tried that.
"That was a shame. I rather liked some of it," Ran countered, relaxing a little more at Omi's comfortable conversation.
"Some of it was fine," he answered, finally finishing up and moving to perch on the counter as he watched Ran with his work. "It was the part that made me sick that I can do without."
"I'll keep that in mind," Ran said, turning to watch Omi. "Ready to go up?"
Nodding, Omi slid to his feet once more and stretched his arms up over his head. "Sounds good. Are you going to order or am I?"
"You order," Ran said, moving to stand just before Omi. "Omi...? I..."
"Hmm?" Omi paused then, looking up to him with a quizzical expression. "What's up, Ran?" he asked, tilting his head faintly. "You don't want that pineapple pizza again, do you?"
Ran blushed, the sight odd, even for his pale cheeks. "Is my room okay for tonight?"
A grin spread across the boy's face. "It's fine. Just gimme a few to make the order, okay?" Omi reached then, brushing his fingertips over Ran's chest in a tender gesture as he walked past the taller man. It was the almost unconscious closeness between them that Omi seemed to enjoy most.
Ran followed behind Omi, reaching out to lay a hand on his shoulder lightly. "Order half with pineapple?"
Rolling his eyes playfully, Omi just sighed dramatically. "I suppose..." he answered, grinning before moving to wind his arms around Ran's waist. "Might want to get in the shower then... because I need one too."
Ran nodded, pulling away after a moment. "I'll go take care of it," he said softly. Eyes dropped, Ran headed toward the upstairs.
"Ran?" Omi asked, pausing for a moment. "Are you alright?" There was something odd in the way he was moving and acting... he was acting oddly, that much was certain.
Ran hesitated to say what he was thinking, certain it would come out wrong. So instead, he simply looked back at Omi solemnly, searching his eyes for a moment before smiling faintly. "Come upstairs when you're done?"
The blonde nodded softly, watching him go for a moment before moving to finally lift the phone to call for dinner. It only took a matter of minutes and a brief spat with Yoji to let him know that no, he was NOT invited to mooch a slice, before Omi was headed up the stairs again towards Ran's apartment. He would just use the shower in there... and if he was lucky, Ran would still be in there.
Ran was just stepping out of the shower when Omi arrived, his hair still wet and the smell of roses hanging in the air. Tying the robe around himself, he glanced up, watching Omi for a moment before asking softly, "If you're ready, the shower's yours."
Omi mock pouted for a moment, his lower lip sliding out beneath the upper as he looked up to Ran. "Damn," he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle the man's chest and just inhale the rose scent. "I was hoping to catch you in there. Pizza's ordered, might want to keep an ear open for the bell or Yoji might steal it. He was looking particularly hungry AND lazy when I was down there."
Ran's face went red once again, and he stepped back, nodding. "I'll make certain he doesn't take our dinner," he promised softly, voice a touch husky.
Omi pulled his shirt off over his head, leaving it in its customary heap on the floor.. as he continued to move, it was followed by one sock, then another, his belt, pants and boxers, all in a rather neat (ish) row heading for the open door to the bathroom. If Ran didn't pick them up for him, Omi always cleaned up after himself on the way out. But after a day in the shop, a shower was NOT going to be waited for, not even to pick up laundry.
Once Ran was dressed, he did pick up the clothing for Omi, dumping it in the hamper and moving to set out a neatly folded set of clothes and robe before heading downstairs, the frown once more tugging at his lips.
If there was one thing Omi enjoyed... it was a hot shower at the end of the day. He liked to take his time, almost to the point where it was mandatory for him to take his showers AFTER everyone else, just so that there was enough hot water. It was nothing for the waif-like boy to soak up every last drop as he simply stood, purring as the water sluiced down his back and his breathing grew laboured due to the steam that billowed out into the main room.
This was one of those times.
By the time he actually emerged, the hot water was merely a memory, his skin was pruned to the point of peeling, and he looked about as red-skinned as if he'd been sunburned. Of course, he was also sporting a wide grin and smelled of sandalwood and rose... a mix of his own shampoo and conditioner, and the soap Ran seemed to enjoy.
Ran had made it back upstairs with the pizza by then, and sat at the window, staring out it as he listened to the boy step out of the shower. "Omi?" he asked softly, once the door began to open.
Not caring one whit for whether or not he was dressed (After all, Ran was a guy too, and Omi was pretty sure the equipment was the same between them), Omi moved into the room and aimed right for the bed with the robe draped across it. "Just in time," he said, eyeing the pizza as his stomach gave a little twist.
"Omi," Ran repeated, not looking back at him. "How far do you intend for this to go? This thing between us, I mean," he clarified softly.
Omi paused then, looking to him as he tousled his hair int he towel lightly. "How far? Well... as far as it can, I guess." He moved towards Ran then, winding his arms aroundt he man's waist lightly from behind. "As far as you want it to go."
Ran tensed, but didn't pull away, one hand lifting to rest against the glass. "And... if I'm thinking things I... shouldn't?"
"If you're thinking that it's weak to be in a relationship, stop," Omi said, glancing up to him with a frown. Even though Ran wasn't looking at him, he could still catch the reflection in the darkened glass. "It's not weak."
"It's not that," Ran murmured, meeting Omi's eyes in the glass. "I don't... want to expect something that would bother you," he added softly, shifting slightly from one foot to the other.
Closing his eyes, Omi let his lips rest against the back of Ran's robe, memorizing the feel of the terrycloth for a moment. "And what do you think will upset me?" he asked.
"Can you... honestly be happy with someone like me?" Ran murmured, eyes closing as well, and his head tipping forward until his forehead rested against the cool glass.
Omi smiled at that, almost wistfully as he remembered the first night they'd spent together. It had been the first time in a while that he actually felt comfortable somewhere except in his own room. "I think I've been happy until this moment," he answered, nuzzling Ran's back.
"And now... you're questioning?" Ran needed to be sure, even as he felt the nuzzle. "I can't... be as affectionate as you are."
Shaking his head, Omi smiled. "I'm still happy. This moment... and the one before this one. What happens in the future, I think I'll still be happy here."
Ran nodded slowly, turning toward Omi finally. "Will you tell me if you grow unhappy?" he whispered.
Now that was one promise Omi was sure he could keep. For one, he was a lousy liar, and his emotions were nearly always written right across his face. "I promise," he said, moving to stand on tip-toes just long enough to kiss Ran's chin.
Ran followed him back down, catching their lips together as one hand settled slowly on Omi's hip, the touch light, as though ready to pull away at any moment.
Omi wasn't letting him back away that easily, and moved to wind his arms around Ran's shoulders to pull him into a deeper kiss.
Ran leaned into the kiss, the hand at Omi's hip drawing the boy a little closer as his other hand slid around to Omi's back, splaying over it. When the kiss ended, Ran kept Omi close, staring down at him. "Thank you."
Omi nearly purred, his fingers kneading against Ran's shoulders at he leaned into the man's embrace. THIS was why he knew he'd be happy. Even if Ran didn't like showing affection, he DID show it... even if it was just here. "Thank you," he whispered in reply, letting his eyes slip closed.
Ran gathered him close, petting Omi's hair quietly as he closed his eyes. "Stay here tonight," he whispered softly.
"With you?" Omi answered, blinking up at him in shock. A moment later, it occurred to him just how STUPID that sounded, and he immediately blushed a dark crimson. "Of course I'll stay with you!"
Ran flushed, smiling faintly. "If you're not comfortable with it..."
"With you? I'm always comfortable..." Omi wrapped himself around Ran then, a soft tingle of scent coming to his nostrils. "But there IS one thing I'm not comfortable with. Cold pineapple pizza."
"Get dressed first," Ran suggested softly, his hands never leaving Omi's skin.
"I am dressed," Omi replied, grinning impishly. "I have a robe..." he looked down then, realising that it was not only NOT on him, but it wasn't even close. The terrycloth was still draped on the bed, where he'd left it when he'd been concerned about Ran.
"Mmhmm," Ran said, arching an eyebrow... and keeping his eyes firmly on Omi's face.
Omi continued to smile up at Ran, fully content to just look as though he was REALLY up to something. "Do I have to get dressed?" he asked, tilting his head a bit to the side and watching the older man with a smirk.
Ran hesitated a long moment, then looked away. "If you intend to eat, yes," he said quietly.
The smirk vanished immediately, Omi wilting just a bit before he moved to slide away from Ran. "Sorry. I'll get dressed."
Ran winced, moving to sit down at the foot of the bed. "I told you, Omi," he said quietly. "I've been... my thoughts haven't been appropriate."
Omi moved to him, coming to rest his hands on Ran's shoulders once he had pulled the robe on and tied it. "It's alright," he answered, smiling a bit as he tried to make the redhead look up at him. "I promise, it is."
"It's not," Ran said, looking up at Omi's urging. "You're... distracting."
Tilting his head a bit, Omi frowned down at him. "I'm sorry?" he answered, questioningly. To be honest, he wasn't really certain why being distracting was a bad thing.
Ran hesitated, then reached up, drawing Omi toward him. The movements were slow and deliberate, giving Omi time to move away if he wanted, even as Ran reached for the tie to his robe.
The smaller boy did nothing to stop him, moving to rest easily in Ran's grasp as he tilted his head forward to watch. "I don't mean to be distracting," he whispered, a faint hint of a smile coming to his lips. "But I like distracting you."
Ran's hand dipped inside the robe, seeking out that smooth hip again. He was frowning faintly, as though concentrating on something of supreme importance as his fingers slid over Omi's skin.
Omi slid his hands to either side of Ran's neck, then along his jaw to tilt his head upward. "Don't think about it," he whispered, leaning in to kiss the other man softly. "Just feel."
"Even if I want to feel... everything?" Ran whispered, as his hand slid back further, gently cupping one cheek before exploring again.
A soft nod was his only answer as Omi pushed his hands back, fingers sliding through the red hair and tugging gently. "I want you to feel everything."
Ran swallowed, then slipped his other hand into the robe, the fingertips barely dusting over Omi's skin as he explored the bared chest.
He couldn't help smiling... Omi's eyes slipping closed as he nearly purred at the sensation of being petted. He could feel the calloused fingertips sliding over his skin, and the roughness from the work in the shop was jsut enough to make his skin tingle in the wake of their sweeping caress.
Ran watched for a few seconds, then leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to Omi's stomach.
A soft shivering met his lips, the skin twitching as if jolted by a shock. Omi had never felt anything like this before... granted, it wasn't as though he were completely new to being touched... it was just that he'd never known it to feel this good before.
"Should I stop?" Ran whispered, breath ghosting over Omi's skin.
Shaking his head quickly, Omi just tightened his fingers in Ran's hair, unable to wet his mouth enough to speak. It had gone dry with the first shiver passing his skin, and now he wasn't sure if he could even form a coherent syllable without severe work on his part. Whatever happened though, he didn't want Ran to stop.
Ran glanced up, caught the look in Omi's eyes, and smiled quietly. "Lay down?" he suggested. "It'll be easier on you."
A nod from him this time, Omi still clinging to Ran for a moment before finally deciding that he could trust his legs enough to move. He slid around beside the other, resting one knee on the edge of the bed before nearly falling onto it and dragging Ran with him.
Ran followed, moving to kneel over Omi, still in his own robe. "If you tell me to stop," he promised softly, even as one finger rubbed Omi's nipple lightly. "I'll stop."
As if making it plainly known what HIS thoughts were on the subject, Omi locked his gaze to Ran's and just clamped his lips closed, his hands still clinging to the robe around the man's shoulders. At the touch on his chest, he arched up just a bit, letting out a muffled moan as the skin began to harden in reaction.
Ran smiled slowly, leaning in to tease those lips open with a light kiss as his hand slipped lower, fingernails scraping the skin just hard enough to leave faint red trails.
Omi wasn't sure what did it... if it was the kiss or the light scratches... either way, the desired result was achieved. With a sharp gasp, Omi's lips parted, his eyes widening as he tightened his hold on Ran and nearly dragged him into a kiss.
Ran moaned softly, hand dipping down to find Omi's arousal. He wasn't really sure either of them could wait, but he knew he, at least, didn't want to.
"Ran..." Omi managed to squeak out, not even sure if it was his own voice he was hearing, because it certainly didn't sound like him. "D-don't stop," he murmured, bringing his hips forward into the touch, as if trying to increase the contact between them.
Ran nuzzled Omi, nipping lightly at his neck before sucking on it as his hand moved away, untying his own robe. He shoved it open, not bothering to discard it before moving to nestle atop Omi, sighing in pleasure at the feel of skin on skin.
As Omi responded to the seduction, Ran slowed a little, finding himself more and more wanting to take his time and explore Omi's body. It was far sweeter than he'd ever imagined, and Omi's pleasure in the soft touches merely spurred him on, drawing out pleasure in himself that he'd never even considered. Even with the slowing, however, all too soon, it came to an end, leaving both of them panting, Omi wrapped tightly in Ran's arms as the redhead slowly smiled.
Omi found himself nearly drugged by the experience, his limbs not wanting to do anything, let alone move. He could barely keep his eyes open, but when they were, they were fixed completely on Ran, his fingers tracing lazy circles against the bare skin of his lover's shoulder. "Do I still distract you?" he whispered, half hoping the answer was yes.
"More than ever," Ran whispered, smiling quietly as his own eyes stayed shut. "This feels too good to be real."
"More than ever?" he asked in reply, the silly grin spreading across his face as he watched Ran intently. He doubted the redhead had ANY idea of how delectible he looked half the time... and Omi made a mental note that he wanted to see this sated look on Ran more often. FAR more often.
"Yes," Ran breathed, leaning up blindly to kiss Omi. "You're delicious."
The movement brought a purr from Omi, the boy perfectly content to lay in Ran's arms forever if needed. He felt comfortable, safe... and wanted. It was almost intoxicating.