Ahem, this is rated R for crying out loud so those who don't wanna read
this then stay away. But since I hate this fic myself, it's ok for you to
hate it too.
Surprise surprise! I'm crossing the boundary of being wholesome. Yeah, I
know I hate yaoi, and I still do but I gotta try writing some of these some
time.I don't know why I'm doing this, so just R&R. . .
" "-words; ' '-thoughts; A/N-author's note;
Umm, Miles, sorry bout the Kai thing, if you remember. . .
Tyson & Max r both 15. . .
Ok boys & gays.I mean girls, here goes my stupidest fic yet:
Chapter1: Hangover
"Arrgh." Tyson groaned as he picked himself up from the bed, shielding his eyes from the sun. He felt a little bit cold. Soft rays poured in from the small crack between the thick curtains covering the glass windows. His head hurt a lot and was throbbing in pain. He muttered as he tried to massage his aching head. It must've been because of that darn hangover he had last night. . .
. . . Last night . . .
'What happened last night?' Tyson wondered to himself. Beybladers. . .beer. . .bar. . .lots of beer. . .bed. . .and, oh 'Bullshit!'
He found out he was all nude on the bed. . . "What the heck-Max! I almost forgot about him!" Tyson exclaimed. He looked around the small room, fluffing the pillows. Tyson stood up and picked up his clothes from the floor. Sure enough, a similarly unclothed Max was there lying on the floor, pillows and blankets around him, smiling in his deep sleep. . .
'Oh shit, this didn't happen, did it?' Tyson thought in disbelief, trying to shake off the idea from his head. . . Images flashed and his thoughts were beginning to jigsaw back together. . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Tyson's Flashback* ============ I was drinking in the bar along with some bladers I battled. . . I had an obviously good time. . . Trying to forget some worries. . . Gulping up gallons of booze and liquor. . . Mounting heaps of vodka bottles piled on the floor. . . Then he entered. . .the blonde-haired guy. . .with the freckles and all. . . I was too drunk. . . He waved at me. . .I waved back, half-blinded of drunkenness. . . The bottle I held fell to the floor. . .it broke with a crash. . . I passed out. . . no wait! I fell down then yeah, I did pass out. . .for a few minutes. . . It was all black. . . Then I was half conscious. . . I felt I was being carried. . . by somewhat frail arms. . . I was ascending a staircase. . . I mean HE was ascending a staircase. . . My vision was getting clearer. . . He pushed open a door. . . I was made to lie down on a small bed. . . I got up slowly. . . I saw him trying to clean up the small mess in the small room. . . Then I whispered his name. . . "Max. . ." He turned around looked at me sympathetically with those blue eyes. . . I walked up to him. . .slowly. . . "Max. . ." I repeated. . . "I. . .want. . .you. . ." Then. . . Then. . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *End Flashback* ===============================
"Oh god!" Tyson cried, "I kissed the poor guy!" 'It DID happen. . .just. . .practically did it! Oh, shit, this is bad. I'm really going mad. . .' Tyson thought to himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Flashback* ==============
Max was in a state of shock. Then. . . he slowly maneuvered his hands under Tyson's shirt. . .and pulled it off. Both practically tore off each other's clothes as they kissed madly in the dimly lit room. And they fucked. . .and fucked. . .and fucked the hell of a good time as if there wasn't any tomorrow. . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *End Flashback* ============
Tyson pulled his hair in frustration. "How did this all happen? Oh crap, now what? I can't tell Kai and the others what I just did!"
Tyson buried his face in his arms. And he sobbed.
'I can't believe I just did the hell of a thing! And Max. . . I can't believe that he enjoyed it! Oh god, what did I do? What made me do this? Tyson, you're stupid. I can't believe a blader like you would do such a thing. You're stupid Tyson. . .' Tyson told himself.
Tyson hurriedly clothed himself. His ass ached a little bit, he realized. 'Man, that's some dick Max's got. . .'
Tyson tiptoed stealthily towards the door. But then, he suddenly stopped and came back. He lifted Max to the bed and covered him in blankets. Tyson looked at him as if he were in a trance.
"Boy, Max, you oughtta pay for what happened last night. . ." Tyson smiled as he grumbled. He didn't know whether he was to be happy or to be angry with Max for what happened last night. Part of him wanted to like the event, part of him was fuming really mad.
He picked himself up and went straight for the door. Then he heard Max stifle a moan. "Tyson," Max whimpered softly. Tyson froze. He knew he was done for. He turned around and saw Max half-asleep. Tyson thought of knocking Max out cold, but he calmed himself.
'Oh please, let him sleep Lord. Please, don't make him wake. Oh c'mon, don't make him say anything to the others. . .' Tyson prayed, shaking an itching to bolt out of the damn room.
But Max rose up. Tyson didn't move a muscle. What was he supposed to say? Reasons? Excuses? But last night really happened, didn't it?
"Tyson," Max murmured as he tried to sit up, ". . .why?"
Tyson ran towards Max and held him by the shoulders. "Now don't you say anything to Kai and the others, or you're dead meat, Max!" Tyson demanded.
"Oh, Tyson, I won't tell the others! I just wanna ask why? Why'd you fuck me?" Max pleaded.
Both fell silent. Tyson couldn't speak. They stared at each other. Angry dark eyes met questioning blue ones. Tyson loosened his grip and let go of Max. Tyson grunted, turned away and walked for the door. The blonde looked at the leader of their team earnestly.
Tyson paused. He began, "You want to know why I did that last night?" Max tried to listen. He stared at Tyson intently as if he were a terror teacher about to give him detention.
"Actually.. . . .I have no idea. Maybe I was out of my mind. . ." Tyson explained nonchalantly, "Oh crap, don't just remind me, ok. It sickens me. It totally freaks the bloody fuckin guts outta my self. Now I'm going out. . .to get some fresh air. . .I wanna forget some stuff. . . . . and don't you dare-" "I won't tell anybody, promise," Max swore quickly.
Tyson looked at him and smiled faintly. "You could get cooperative sometimes."
Max snickered as Tyson walked out of the door and banged it shut.
Max speculated to himself, 'I don't understand that bastard! One moment it looks like he's gonna eat you, another minute he smiles at you. He's one hell of a guy. Unpredictable. He is my close friend! But then-why? Why would he even dare do it last time?'
* Tyson was lost in thought as he sauntered outside the streets. He wanted to shake off the stupid experience last night. He wanted to die. (A/N: And I wish he would! No offense to the "luvers")
He kept on repeating one word to himself. 'Why? Why? WHY? Why the heck? Why did I dare even to kiss him? I mean he's a really close friend of mine! But. . .he liked it? Oh my gosh, does that mean he's gay? Gcrap, I'm freakin out. What's goin on? What's happening to me? Wait I can't understand this. . .I can't even understand myself. . . Oh, I just can't!!!'
He dashed along the sidewalk blindly, not knowing where he was to go, practically bumping carts and people in his frustration. He wanted to forget, put his mind out of it. But bloody hell, he couldn't. He couldn't take his mind off his stupid actions. He couldn't take his mind off Max. His scent, his face, his (stupid) smile. He couldn't take his mind off that evanescent pleasure. "What the hell. . ." END chapter 1
Let Tyson drink all he wants for all I care. . . I'd like him better if he's unconscious. It's stupid. It's stupid. It's stupid. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. But Max is really cheesy here, so it's ok. He's gay, Sherry! ( Read and Review!!! Please!!! I wanna know you're opinion!!! Next chapter will be up in about. . . a few days or weeks or months. . . just wait! I don't think I can bear to continue this. . . but then. . . If you wanna diss moi then go ahead, it's not my problem. But anyway, flames are accepted but greatly ignored. Oh, and the keyboard's getting freaky, so don't mind any errors. . .
Peace out!
= Jo Jo =
" "-words; ' '-thoughts; A/N-author's note;
Umm, Miles, sorry bout the Kai thing, if you remember. . .
Tyson & Max r both 15. . .
Ok boys & gays.I mean girls, here goes my stupidest fic yet:
Chapter1: Hangover
"Arrgh." Tyson groaned as he picked himself up from the bed, shielding his eyes from the sun. He felt a little bit cold. Soft rays poured in from the small crack between the thick curtains covering the glass windows. His head hurt a lot and was throbbing in pain. He muttered as he tried to massage his aching head. It must've been because of that darn hangover he had last night. . .
. . . Last night . . .
'What happened last night?' Tyson wondered to himself. Beybladers. . .beer. . .bar. . .lots of beer. . .bed. . .and, oh 'Bullshit!'
He found out he was all nude on the bed. . . "What the heck-Max! I almost forgot about him!" Tyson exclaimed. He looked around the small room, fluffing the pillows. Tyson stood up and picked up his clothes from the floor. Sure enough, a similarly unclothed Max was there lying on the floor, pillows and blankets around him, smiling in his deep sleep. . .
'Oh shit, this didn't happen, did it?' Tyson thought in disbelief, trying to shake off the idea from his head. . . Images flashed and his thoughts were beginning to jigsaw back together. . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Tyson's Flashback* ============ I was drinking in the bar along with some bladers I battled. . . I had an obviously good time. . . Trying to forget some worries. . . Gulping up gallons of booze and liquor. . . Mounting heaps of vodka bottles piled on the floor. . . Then he entered. . .the blonde-haired guy. . .with the freckles and all. . . I was too drunk. . . He waved at me. . .I waved back, half-blinded of drunkenness. . . The bottle I held fell to the floor. . .it broke with a crash. . . I passed out. . . no wait! I fell down then yeah, I did pass out. . .for a few minutes. . . It was all black. . . Then I was half conscious. . . I felt I was being carried. . . by somewhat frail arms. . . I was ascending a staircase. . . I mean HE was ascending a staircase. . . My vision was getting clearer. . . He pushed open a door. . . I was made to lie down on a small bed. . . I got up slowly. . . I saw him trying to clean up the small mess in the small room. . . Then I whispered his name. . . "Max. . ." He turned around looked at me sympathetically with those blue eyes. . . I walked up to him. . .slowly. . . "Max. . ." I repeated. . . "I. . .want. . .you. . ." Then. . . Then. . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *End Flashback* ===============================
"Oh god!" Tyson cried, "I kissed the poor guy!" 'It DID happen. . .just. . .practically did it! Oh, shit, this is bad. I'm really going mad. . .' Tyson thought to himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Flashback* ==============
Max was in a state of shock. Then. . . he slowly maneuvered his hands under Tyson's shirt. . .and pulled it off. Both practically tore off each other's clothes as they kissed madly in the dimly lit room. And they fucked. . .and fucked. . .and fucked the hell of a good time as if there wasn't any tomorrow. . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *End Flashback* ============
Tyson pulled his hair in frustration. "How did this all happen? Oh crap, now what? I can't tell Kai and the others what I just did!"
Tyson buried his face in his arms. And he sobbed.
'I can't believe I just did the hell of a thing! And Max. . . I can't believe that he enjoyed it! Oh god, what did I do? What made me do this? Tyson, you're stupid. I can't believe a blader like you would do such a thing. You're stupid Tyson. . .' Tyson told himself.
Tyson hurriedly clothed himself. His ass ached a little bit, he realized. 'Man, that's some dick Max's got. . .'
Tyson tiptoed stealthily towards the door. But then, he suddenly stopped and came back. He lifted Max to the bed and covered him in blankets. Tyson looked at him as if he were in a trance.
"Boy, Max, you oughtta pay for what happened last night. . ." Tyson smiled as he grumbled. He didn't know whether he was to be happy or to be angry with Max for what happened last night. Part of him wanted to like the event, part of him was fuming really mad.
He picked himself up and went straight for the door. Then he heard Max stifle a moan. "Tyson," Max whimpered softly. Tyson froze. He knew he was done for. He turned around and saw Max half-asleep. Tyson thought of knocking Max out cold, but he calmed himself.
'Oh please, let him sleep Lord. Please, don't make him wake. Oh c'mon, don't make him say anything to the others. . .' Tyson prayed, shaking an itching to bolt out of the damn room.
But Max rose up. Tyson didn't move a muscle. What was he supposed to say? Reasons? Excuses? But last night really happened, didn't it?
"Tyson," Max murmured as he tried to sit up, ". . .why?"
Tyson ran towards Max and held him by the shoulders. "Now don't you say anything to Kai and the others, or you're dead meat, Max!" Tyson demanded.
"Oh, Tyson, I won't tell the others! I just wanna ask why? Why'd you fuck me?" Max pleaded.
Both fell silent. Tyson couldn't speak. They stared at each other. Angry dark eyes met questioning blue ones. Tyson loosened his grip and let go of Max. Tyson grunted, turned away and walked for the door. The blonde looked at the leader of their team earnestly.
Tyson paused. He began, "You want to know why I did that last night?" Max tried to listen. He stared at Tyson intently as if he were a terror teacher about to give him detention.
"Actually.. . . .I have no idea. Maybe I was out of my mind. . ." Tyson explained nonchalantly, "Oh crap, don't just remind me, ok. It sickens me. It totally freaks the bloody fuckin guts outta my self. Now I'm going out. . .to get some fresh air. . .I wanna forget some stuff. . . . . and don't you dare-" "I won't tell anybody, promise," Max swore quickly.
Tyson looked at him and smiled faintly. "You could get cooperative sometimes."
Max snickered as Tyson walked out of the door and banged it shut.
Max speculated to himself, 'I don't understand that bastard! One moment it looks like he's gonna eat you, another minute he smiles at you. He's one hell of a guy. Unpredictable. He is my close friend! But then-why? Why would he even dare do it last time?'
* Tyson was lost in thought as he sauntered outside the streets. He wanted to shake off the stupid experience last night. He wanted to die. (A/N: And I wish he would! No offense to the "luvers")
He kept on repeating one word to himself. 'Why? Why? WHY? Why the heck? Why did I dare even to kiss him? I mean he's a really close friend of mine! But. . .he liked it? Oh my gosh, does that mean he's gay? Gcrap, I'm freakin out. What's goin on? What's happening to me? Wait I can't understand this. . .I can't even understand myself. . . Oh, I just can't!!!'
He dashed along the sidewalk blindly, not knowing where he was to go, practically bumping carts and people in his frustration. He wanted to forget, put his mind out of it. But bloody hell, he couldn't. He couldn't take his mind off his stupid actions. He couldn't take his mind off Max. His scent, his face, his (stupid) smile. He couldn't take his mind off that evanescent pleasure. "What the hell. . ." END chapter 1
Let Tyson drink all he wants for all I care. . . I'd like him better if he's unconscious. It's stupid. It's stupid. It's stupid. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. But Max is really cheesy here, so it's ok. He's gay, Sherry! ( Read and Review!!! Please!!! I wanna know you're opinion!!! Next chapter will be up in about. . . a few days or weeks or months. . . just wait! I don't think I can bear to continue this. . . but then. . . If you wanna diss moi then go ahead, it's not my problem. But anyway, flames are accepted but greatly ignored. Oh, and the keyboard's getting freaky, so don't mind any errors. . .
Peace out!
= Jo Jo =