Here and Now

by scribblemoose

"Oh God. Aya..."

"Get your pants off."

"Here?"

"Right here."

"You can't make it to the car?"

Aya's eyes glittered darkly at Yohji through his bangs. "Can you?"

Yohji swallowed hard. "No," he whispered.

Aya pushed him up against the rough brick of the wall, pinned him there hip-to-hip and kissed him. Fingers clutching in Yohij's hair, a soft noise in his throat.

"Fuck...." Yohji whimpered. "Oh fuck..." Heart thudding, cock iron-hard and pulsing against Aya's. Aya's mouth still covering his, Aya's tongue winding around his own, running over teeth, flicking the roof of his mouth, agile and tender and unrelenting. Stealing Yohji's breath and weakening his knees, making his fingers tremble as he plunged his hands down between their bodies to wrestle with zips and buttons, and fuck those stupid hook things were always so awkward to wrestle open...

"Here." Aya lent an infuriatingly calm hand, deftly unfastening Yohji's pants and shoving them down over his hips, further, halfway down his thighs.

"You can't fuck me here." Yohji's eyes flew wide, half-panic, half-excitement.

"No," said Aya, regret plain in his voice. "Not this time." His fingers were curling around Yohji's cock, tugging it out of his pants and squeezing, thumb brushing over the head. "Ken could be back any second."

Yohji didn't know whether to be pleased or furious with Ken for that. He buried his face in Aya's neck, licked the soft, faintly salty skin. "Make me come, Aya. Please. You got me so worked up I can't think."

He felt Aya smile, gasped at the brief squeeze Aya gave his cock.

Aya was moving. Sliding down, catching Yohji's hips in strong fingers.

His breath was hot, his tongue wet. Yohji looked down and could barely believe his eyes. Aya's head bobbed down between his legs and his tongue swiped fire up the length of Yohij's cock.

"Aya... you... oh God."

He stroked the silky scarlet hair and held his breath. Aya's lips worked slowly over the crown of his dick, pausing to suck when he had the head entirely in his mouth. Opened his throat and took Yohji inside, all of him, every last aching inch until his nose bumped into Yohji's groin. Careful hands cupped Yohji's balls, tugged gently, tickled softly curling brown hair.

Aya's head began to bob as he fucked Yohji with his mouth.

Yohji lasted all of thirty seconds. Didn't stand a chance, not like this, not with Aya on his knees, his knees, for fuck's sake, in an alley outside a club and sucking him off, all hot and wet and slick and perfect. His last thought, before the spasms wracked his body and the world went white, was how he'd never known, all those years before he first fucked Aya all those women, men even, and he'd loved it and never known, never dreamed it could be like...

Aya kissed him again, tongue slick with come and tasting of Yohji's own skin. "Aya," Yohji panted. "What do you want? What can I-"

There was a hiss; the com unit in Aya's jacket pocket crackled into life. "Abyssinian? Siberian's with me. The target is down. Repeat, the target is down. Backup not required. Over."

"Understood, Bombay. Over and out." Aya turned to Yohji, cupped his jaw in his palm and kissed him again. "When we get home, Yotan."

Yohji could hardly wait.

~owari~