Ordinary. Own thought the hotel room looked too ordinary. Everything was pretty much ordinary. He paced the length of the room, back again. It was Ken's eyes. Own sighed and plopped down on the bed, his feet swinging over the floor. Ken's hair. Ken's laugh. It was the way his muscles moved under a sweaty shirt. It was the way he concentrated so hard when he cleaned his claws. Thinking about those things, about Ken, it made everything else just too ordinary. Own let himself fall over backwards.
He closed his eyes, and let his mouth fall open, his little tongue darting out, as if he were kissing someone. He whimpered into the fantasy and reached his arms up to hug empty air, but in his mind, it was Ken's hair he was running his hands through, Ken's hips pressing against his, Ken's knee pushing his legs apart. It was Ken's voice telling him to relax, that it might hurt, but that he loved him. Loved him, Own sighed and opened his eyes, sitting up abruptly. His nose just about ran into a white tee-shirt, and the hard muscle underneath.
Eyes followed up to find Ken looking down at him, a rather... angry look on his face. "Dreaming of a girl, Own? We are on a mission."
"Uh," Own began, then bit his lip. "I'm sorry, Ken-kun. I was just daydreaming, ne?"
"Daydreaming," Ken said, his eyes falling shut. "Well, don't. Not where I can see it."
"Why?" Own gave him a shove as he jumped up off the bed. "You know I don't day dream of girls. Is it so icky to you that I might be thinking of boys? Ken-kun, does that bother you?"
There was a quiet desperation in the question that Ken didn't understand. Then his tired mind thought the question through again. Likes. Boys. Ken swallowed, looking at his teammate. Skinny, sometimes lost boy, but it made a tightness in his chest. His hand almost raised to reach out to brush soft brown hair away from Own's face. Instead, both hands turned to fists and he turned away. "Yeah. That bother's me. Don't day dream about some boy in front of me either."
"Yeah? Well! You weren't here! I was alone, just me and my dream lover. So like, I wouldn't do it again, okay? What do you care anyway? Uh?" Own's chin dropped to his chest. He'd trade a lot for ordinary back, not that the whole world had turned to ashes. "I'm sorry, Ken-kun"
The sound of Own stepping backwards away from him made his chest hurt more now. He spun around on the boy, fists really clenched now. "Do you want to know? Do you want to know why I care about you day dreaming about some boy?"
Own's eyes went even larger. Ken was really angry. "Yeah, why?"
It took Ken one stride to get to Own, and he didn't even let himself think about it. One arm went around Own's back, the other hand went into his hair, combing it away from his face. "Because I don't want anyone else to do this."
"Wha," Own started, but Ken's lips cut him off, sealing their worlds. Ken's tongue slipped into his mouth, chasing his, touching him every where. Own's knees went weak as he gave himself to the kiss.
When the kiss broke, Ken thought about letting him go, pushing him away, because, Own would surely think he'd made a fool of himself, but then his smaller teammate was untucking his shirt, smaller fingers gliding over his skin. "No," Own whispered, looking up at him bold. "Take me. You were the one in my dream. Be with me now."
Ken blinked, grabbing Own's hand and kissing the palm. "You were daydreaming about kissing me?" He grinned a little crooked.
Own nodded. "Every time we go out, I'm afraid that I wouldn't get to do this. That one of us will get killed. Ken-kun, do you want me?"
Ken's cock ached an answer to that question, but he caught Own's chin, holding the smaller boy's face so he could look in his eyes. Death. Such thoughts should never cloud Own's beautiful eyes. It was a fact though. In a couple hours, Arin and David would have found their target, and they'd be 'working'. "You want me to make love you? Are you a virgin?"
Nodding, Own unfastened his shorts, then quickly the suspenders, and let them drop. Distress clouded up Ken's face and he clutched his smaller friend to him. "Own, it shouldn't be like this. I should take you to dinner and tell you how beautiful you are. Take you dancing."
Own wiggled a little and looked up. "Ken-kun? Do you think I'm beautiful?"
A smile came back to Ken's dark chocolate eyes. His voice low and husky, "Yes." He ran his hand down Own's back, pressing the shirt to his skin, then jumped to the cotton knit of his briefs. It felt like sacred ground, stolen time.
Stepping forward, Own pressed a bare leg to Ken's pants, forward more to the leg under the cloth, rocked his hips, rubbing his erection against the bigger man's leg. "Make love to me, Ken-kun. I want you to, please."
The bed was only a step away and Ken guided Own to it, laying him back. Own was surprisingly lighter than he'd expected him to be, and it took no effort to lift the boy with one arm under his back, scoot him onto the bed. "I'll stop, if you want me too. It can hurt a little. Did you know that?"