Title: Simple Pleasures
Author: Phaedra (formerly Nya)
Email: pkabyssinian@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. However, I do own an over-active imagination that is bent on putting said boys into smut. Is that so wrong?

Authors Note: this is a humble offering in honor of the Merry Month of Masterbation. That and to annoy Maia that I haven't worked on the fic. with Schu. Sorry. All comments are loved and cherished.



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Yohji gave a long, languid stretch allowing his tall frame to take up as much space as possible. One leg reached out and his toes brushed against the leg of the man sitting in the chair across from him. Almost twenty minutes ago Yohji gave up the pretension that he was paying attention to anything other than his occupied companion. Another bone popping stretch allowed him to work his wayward toes up Aya's calf, almost as if by accident.

Violet eyes tore their attention away from the historical novel that Aya was reading to gaze with steady attention at Yohji. With a sheepish grin the taller man stood up and walked over to Aya and kneeled next to the over-stuffed chair Aya was sitting in.

"Ne, Aya, aren't you bored yet? I bet I could think of something more enjoyable to do," Yohji said and his voice came out in a rough rasp. He knew quite well what his voice could do to Aya and often used it to his advantage. The purple gaze gained a faint hint of humor.

"I am well occupied as it is, why don't you do something with yourself?" Aya asked while suppressing the smirk that was trying to break through.

"Aya, what I want to do requires two parties and you know it," Yohji chastened. It was a lovely day in the middle of May and Yohji was feeling. excitable.

"I'm betting what you have in mind is just as easily accomplished with one person if he happens to be inventive. I hear you have a very good imagination, Yohji," Aya told him in a toneless drawl. Yohji gave a low growl before leaning in and giving Aya a light bite on his shoulder.

"The whole point of being with you was that I wouldn't have to that anymore," Yohji harumphed with a smile.

"Then shouldn't you be satisfied until tonight?" Aya asked with a gentle smile. He had the look that Yohji knew very few people ever got to see, one that generally meant that the younger man would acquiesce to Yohji's demands.

"Mmmm, with you around its hard to be satisfied with just a little bit. I always want more," Yohji admitted while leaning his head against the shoulder he's recently bitten. It was rare that they were this affectionate, neither of them truly had the personality for it but they both enjoyed indulging in it occasionally.

"Well, I'm busy. Get back in your own chair," Aya admonished before softly thwacking Yohji with the spine of his book. A gleam of his eyes and a quickly hidden smile were all Yohji got to glimpse before the book was ensconced in front of Aya's face again. A wicked though ran through Yohji's head and he stood up and went back to the chair that he had recently vacated.

With quick, efficient movements Yohji disrobed and sat back down. The smooth fabric was cool against his bare skin and he hunched into the seat allowing his body to relax. Aya still hadn't noticed that anything was amiss, which is what Yohji had hoped for. His dexterous hands ghosted over his skin as he became comfortable in the chair. His inner eye was filled with visions of Aya in various states of undress, and his own hands were mentally replaced by Aya's. In reality his jade gaze was fixed on Aya reading, oblivious to the show Yohji was putting on.

Soon the soft caresses weren't enough for the blond and he began sliding his hands over his hips, occasionally drifting upwards to tweak one of his sensitive nipples. For now he was carefully avoiding the area that most wanted his attention, the area that was already twitching and lengthening from the gentle stimulation he was providing. One hand was sweetly torturing a nipple while the other one was making soft brushes against his engorged length and thighs; all of this was causing his breathing to change. Aya had noticed but was ignoring whatever was going on until Yohji moaned his name.

The bright crimson head shot upwards and his eyes locked onto the show Yohji was presenting. The blond's green eyes were half shut yet still pinned on Aya; they held the slow darkness that only happened when Yohji was aroused. The hand that was toying with his nipple drifted downward until it was cupping his balls and Yohji groaned again. Finally he allowed his other hand to encircle his rigid shaft.

"Oh, Aya, I love how you touch me," Yohji whispered, leaving no doubt in the other man's mind as to what Yohji was pleasuring himself to. Aya's breath began to pant at the same pace as Yohji as his book dropped, forgotten, to the floor.

With an unbearable slowness Yohji began to slide his hand up and down his cock. His other hand continued to gently massage his balls and the base of his throbbing erection, all the while his eyes bored into Aya's. His breathing was erratic now and the images in his head were replaced with ones of Aya stooping down and enclosing his hardness in the heat of Aya's mouth. Using the pre-cum that was already leaking from his cock he swirled the wetness around pretending that it was from Aya sucking on him.

"Take all of me in your mouth," Yohji murmured to his vision of Aya and to compensate his other hand slipped around his shaft and both hands pumped in time while in his fantasy Aya engulfed his cock. Yohji's hips began to buck upwards and he switched back to a single hand, allowing the other to roam over his super-heated skin, to kneed into sensitive areas, while he continued to play with only the swollen head of his erection.

Yohji gave a tiny smile when he noticed that his display was affecting Aya and the other man had slid his pants off and his shirt was unbuttoned. It seemed Aya was going to join in on his little game. Yohji hissed his breath out when he was Aya begin to touch himself in a mirror image of what Yohji was doing.

"Are you thinking of me?" Yohji demanded through his panting. Aya nodded an affirmative before his long hand began teasing his already hard cock. Yohji had to look away for a moment, knowing that Aya had gotten that excited just from watching him was almost too much.

Aya alternately massaged the base of his cock and used quick jerking motions on the head. Yohji squeezed along his length while pumping his hand vigorously up and down its length. His hips began twitching in time to the rhythm his has setting and he vaguely noticed that Aya had changed his pace to match Yohji's.

"Are you close, are you ready?" Yohji growled as his hips thrust his erection into his hand.

"As ready as you are," Aya responded, sounding breathless through his panting. Both of his hands were on his cock and he seemed enraptured by what Yohji was doing to himself. With a low keen Aya spasmed into his orgasm. His eyes slipped closed as his body rode through the overwhelming pleasure, soon enough his body slumped in total relaxation against his chair. His violet eyes opened a fraction of an inch to stare at Yohji again.

"Can you see me?" Yohji asked, as soon as he heard Aya's grunt of assent the blond lost it, and he slid into the abyss. His whole body was wracked with shudders as his climax tore through him. As it subsided his arms twitched slightly and he wondered distractedly how they would get the stains out of the apolstery.

After a few moments Yohji caught his breath and tossed a sly glance at Aya. The red head was still in the after glow of his orgasm and was propped bonelessly in his chair.

"I thought you weren't going to join me. something about being engrossed by a book? I though you were all about control, Aya," Yohji teased. Aya swiveled his head to look at him with steady concentration.

"If you only knew what you looked like over there. couldn't help myself." Aya trailed off, shaking his head. He could still see Yohji naked and golden in his minds eye, pleasuring himself. Who knew it would be so erotic?

"Heh, I guess what they say it true," Yohji commented.

"And what would that be?"

"The simple pleasures really are the best."

Yohji only laughed as Aya half-heartedly threw his book at him.



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