Weiss Kreuz (Ken/Omi) Title: Gentian and Freesia Author: Ladyofshadow Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Sex Word count: 1,600 Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Ken/Omi: First Time – Experimentation A/N: I decided to do a bit of ‘experimentation’ of my own, so certain parts of this story have an awkward quality that is deliberate.
Aya stopped Ken at the flower shop door with a raised mop handle. “You are not tracking mud on my freshly washed floor.”
“Come on, Aya, I’m exhausted,” Ken said. His football jersey and cleats were coated with mud.
“Don’t make me get the hose,” Aya warned.
Ken rolled his eyes and went around the back.
Omi sat on the back steps and tossed Ken a bottle of water. He smiled when Ken caught it. “Good game?”
“The best!” Ken took a swig of the water before dumping it over his head. He took the towel Omi offered. “Got some foreigners visiting a couple blocks over and they wanted in. So, we let them play against us and kicked their asses.”
“Good for you,” Omi said. His eyes flickering over the sweat that made Ken’s clothing cling to skin. “Well, you better get in the shower before Yohji gets it. He’s got a date tonight.”
“Another one?”
“This one’s a model,” Yohji said, walking over to them. “And you’re in luck because I just got out of the bathroom. Say Ken, did those foreigners have their girlfriends cheering at the sidelines?”
Ken’s cheeks flushed.
“Ah,” Yohji said with a grin. “I bet they did.” He slapped Ken on the back and made a face as his hand connected with the damp jersey. “Man you stink, you better get in that shower before you scare away the customers.”
Omi yawned and rubbed at his eyes.
“And you,” Yohji said, “need to stop watching all that porn.”
“The computer is not a porn machine, Yohji. I’ve been recalibrating the encryption codes,” Omi said.
“Right,” Yohji said. “I believe you. Though, you know, you’re smelling kind of rank as well. You both better get in there.”
“But-
“Now now, no exceptions, I won’t have you scaring away my date either,” Yohji said, ushering them to the bathroom. “Shower’s big enough for two, that much I can tell you. Just pretend it’s a locker room.”
The door slammed shut behind them and Omi shrugged. “It’ll save us some water.”
“Whatever,” Ken said, stripping away his shirt.
Omi swallowed hard and watched Ken. The man peeled away his clothes without a care in the world and even paused to stretch.
“Hey Omi, you all right?”
“I’m fine,” he replied, pulling off his clothes.
“You don’t mind a hot shower, do you Omi?”
“I prefer them,” Omi said.
“Good,” Ken said brightly. He stepped into the hot spray and smiled as the water poured over him.
Omi’s knees trembled as he stood beside Ken, allowing his eyes to close. The water enveloped him and he lightly brushed against Ken’s arm.
Ken backed away and leaned against the shower wall, taking a moment to watch Omi underneath the showerhead. He swallowed when he felt himself getting hard and he shook his head. This was already an awkward situation and he didn’t want to make it worse. He lathered his body with soap, taking care to cover his erection.
Omi backed out of the spray into Ken, tensing as he backed into flesh. His breath caught in his throat and he nearly slipped. Ken managed to catch him, but almost lost his grip because of the soap. He held Omi tightly until their footing was steady.
“I…I’m sorry,” Omi said, his face red.
“No…I…um…my fault,” Ken stammered. His heartbeat pounded in his ears and he shifted a little. He froze when he thought he heard Omi moan a little. He let go and stepped back toward the water’s spray, rinsing off the soap. He sighed when strong hands started to knead his back.
“Omi…”
“You’re tense,” Omi said, “and you’ve got some mud back here.”
“Thanks,” Ken said. He leaned back into the touch, unaware of Omi’s erection until it pressed against his leg.
“Sorry!”
“It’s okay,” Ken said. The heat of the shower was making him dizzy, but he didn’t want the temperature to cool down. He’d always heard about men liking other men, it wasn’t that uncommon of a thing. Back in his soccer days, you gave certain teammates privacy if they asked. Ken liked watching the panty animes with Yohji and he liked women, but, there was something about men that intrigued him. Their strength had an appeal and when he masturbated; his thoughts always strayed to a certain man.
Omi moved into the spray and finished rinsing.
Ken reached out his hand and started to massage Omi’s shoulder. He wondered if Omi felt the same way he did, he wondered if he had the guts to tell his teammate his feelings. “Omi…”
“Wha-
Ken muffled Omi’s response with a kiss, his slick erection pressing against Omi’s as their bodies pressed against the tile wall. When Ken pulled away he whispered, “I’m not sorry for that.”
Omi stared open-mouthed at him. “Neither am I.”
They kissed again, tongues seeking each other as they slid over teeth. Ken braced against the wall as Omi held on tight. They pulled away panting and rested their foreheads against each other.
“I don’t know what to do next,” Ken said. “I didn’t think this would happen. I want to go on, but…”
“Let’s dry off and take it from there,” Omi said, cutting him off.
They stepped out of the shower, eyes watching each other as they pulled on robes.
“Let’s go to my room,” Ken said.
“Your room? It’s a mess.”
“True,” Ken said. “But, if we make a bigger mess, no one will know the difference.”
Omi’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know you were-
“I didn’t either,” Ken said.
They snuck down the hallway, hand in hand, freezing as Yohji strolled by them. The blonde paused to regard the two of them and tossed an item to Ken.
Ken nearly dropped the thing and his mouth dropped open at the item in his hands.
“You’re gonna need it,” Yohji said, giving a wave as he walked away.
“What is it?” Omi read the label, “Lube?! How did he know?!”
“Shhh! Aya will hear us!” Ken pulled Omi into his room and locked the door. He ran a hand through his wet hair and turned to Omi. “Are you sure about this?”
“I trust you, Ken.”
Ken pulled Omi against his chest, parting Omi’s lips with his tongue. He started out fast, but slowed down to savor Omi’s mouth. He started kissing down Omi’s neck and reached a hand between the robes.
Omi bucked against his touch and gasped.
Ken held the penis in his hand, its warmth pulsing against his palm. He gave the penis a light squeeze and moved his hand to the base.
He was surprised when Omi gently disengaged his hand and dropped to his knees. “Can I taste you?”
“Huh?”
Omi pushed him back to the bed and Ken sat with an abrupt thud. Omi parted Ken’s legs and took the man’s length into his mouth.
Ken startled and clutched at the sheets, surprised at the heat. He placed one of his hands on Omi’s head, massaging his fingers into his scalp. He huffed as Omi quickened his rhythmic motions, suckling at his flesh. Ken fell back, groaning as Omi sat up a little so that he couldn’t escape. He felt another heat rising between his loins and he released into Omi.
Omi spit out the cum and wiped at his mouth. “I think I can get used to that.”
Ken sat up and kissed Omi, his own taste bitter on his tongue. He brought Omi onto his lap, reaching behind the younger man. His fingers experimentally dug between the cheeks and Omi twitched at the touch.
“You’re not changing your mind are you?”
Omi shook his head and watched Ken reach for a drawer beside the bed. A fresh box was torn open and a condom was carefully opened before it was pulled it around Ken’s penis. Omi took his cue and laid on his stomach.
Ken took the lube and slathered it on his fingers. “You ready?”
“Yes,” Omi said.
Ken stuck a finger into the opening, pushing gently against the tightened muscle. He wiggled his finger around, taking care that Omi wouldn’t be hurt. He’d heard of how to do this and he only hoped that he was doing this right. He inserted another finger, hesitating at Omi’s whimper.
“Relax.”
“I’ll try,” Omi said, shifting.
Ken pulled out and braced his body before Omi. He stared at the moist opening, before he pushed forward, biting his lip as he met resistance.
Omi cried out and he stopped.
“No, keep going,” Omi said. His voice was choked.
Ken grabbed the Omi’s hips and moved forward, wincing as his penis was clenched. He moved back and forth through the muscle until he felt it was stretched, moving forward with thrusts, until he finally met resistance. He developed a rhythm, trying his best not to stop at Omi’s cries. Something fluttered against his tip and Omi screamed into the pillow. At the muffled scream, Ken released and almost collapsed onto Omi. He braced himself above Omi and kissed him between the shoulder blades.
He pulled out and removed the condom, carefully placing it into the trash beside his bed. Omi rolled onto his back and Ken pulled him close, kissing away the tears on his cheeks.
“Are you all right?”
Omi nodded into his chest before he rolled on top of him. The younger man straddled his partner and kissed him hard before Ken rolled them to the side.
Their limbs tangled together- bodies connecting to form the roots of a new relationship.