Ryoga sat on his couch, doing homework. Yuma sat next to him. He was twitching with boredom.
"Are you okay, Yuma?" He asked calmly.
Yuma looked at him as if he were crazy."What do you think? I'm bored as hell."
"I told you I wasn't doing anything, but you still wanted to come over."
"C'mon, Ryoga!" Yuma sat on Ryoga's lap, putting his text book on the floor. "Don't you wanna play with me?" He asked, putting his hands on Ryoga's shoulders.
Ryoga pushed Yuma off. "I was gonna surprise you tonight, but not anymore." Ryoga said, picking his book off of the ground.
"Ryoga!" Yuma sat right up against Ryoga.
"Yuma, I'm busy." Ryoga said.
"Is your home work more important than me?" Yuma asked.
Ryoga slammed his book shut at the comment, throwing it on the floor. He looked at Yuma."Fine. What do you want?"
Yuma smiled. "Lets play a game!"
"What game?"
"Uh...I don't know..." Yuma said, scratching his head.
"I know one."
"What!"
Ryoga knelt down by the couch on his knees. He put his elbows on either side of Yuma's knees. "It's called the firetruck game." He smirked.
"Whats that?" Yuma asked.
"Wanna play?"
"What is it?"
Ryoga laughed. "Sit this way," He said, making Yuma sit against the arm of the couch. He had him lay his legs flat on the couch.
"Why are you doing that?" Yuma asked.
"Look." Ryoga put two fingers on Yuma's knee. "My fingers are the firetruck. They go up your leg, and you say red light when you want me to stop."
Yuma nodded.
"Ready?"
Yuma nodded again, sighing."Doesn't sound like fun-"
"Ready?"
"Yes."
Ryoga smirked. He ran his fingers slowly up Yuma's leg. They went past Yuma's knee and up his thigh.
Yuma shifted when Ryoga went higher. "Red light." He said.
But Ryoga didn't stop.
"R-Red light!" Yua said again.
"Yuma," Ryoga said as his hand went on the inside of Yuma's thigh.
"What?"
"Firetrucks dont stop for read lights,".
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You guys are smart people, do I really have to type what happened afterward?
