Author's Note:

I'm going to address some reviews:

Pharaohess1: Sadly, I don't think Joy Scouts really exists. I got the idea from the book "Boy Meets Boy." I think it was by David Leviathan.

To more or less everyone else. I'm trying to make this story decently realistic, so I didn't want them dating right away. Soon. I promise.

Chapter Eight: You Bounce Off Me, I Stick To You.

It was a peaceful and vanilla Sunday afternoon. Joey was alone at the DCPA, a group having let out a half hour before. Tim was at the DCGA and Tahnya was meeting with one of her many doctors.

The blonde was bent over the table in one of the most unpleasant of all possible reasons to be bent over a table. He was still cleaning out from the boys group (ages 15-18), the theme of which had been quickly forgotten as it escalated into a debate over the most attractive and eligible bachelors in Domino City. Again, all bets were on Seto Kaiba.

As Joey shuffled his papers into a somewhat ordered stack, someone standing in the doorway cleared their throat to gain his attention.

Joey whirled around, startled. "Kaiba!" He realized how unforgiving his tone sounded. "Oh, sorry, it's just, you scared me. It's been a quiet day."

Seto only gave a small noise of reply.

"You're lucky you didn't come in fifteen minutes ago. Some of the boys from group were still here, they would have torn your clothes off, then dragged you to who knows where to keep as a pet." Halfway through his statement Joey realized what he was saying, not to mention how much it aroused him, but he couldn't just stop, so he continued in shame, trying to end the embarrassment as quickly as possible.

Another non-commental noise of reply.

"Is there something you came for? Or can't you get enough of my sparkling personality?"

"Mokuba hasn't finished his homework yet…he wanted me to tell you that he couldn't come here."

"You could have called."

"He insisted that I come here for intercourse." There was a beat of pause, and then Seto realized what he'd just said and began blushing in unattractive splotches that Joey found adorable. Seto cleared his throat. "Social intercourse."

"I knew what you meant."

Still standing in the doorway, Seto looked for a moment as though he was considering bolting.

"Could you help me fold some pamphlets? I have five hundred that I need done for this coming weekend."

"I-"

"Please? I'll give you candy!"

"R-"

Joey made his cutest face. "We don't need to finish them."

"N-"
"You don't have to do any! Just sit and talk to me!"

Seto raised a frustrated eyebrow (the rest of him was frustrated as well, but the eyebrow was the part he deemed fit (and not indecent) to raise).

"Just sit with me!"

Seto's frown grew into a smirk, then into a miniscule, but genuine smile. It was sort of like watching the Grinch's heart grow.

"Please?"

"Fine."

Seto sat down gracefully at a round table covered with paper's Joey had been going over. The blonde straightened up his work and took the piles into the office, returning with a huge stack of vibrant pink sheets.

As soon as he set them down, Seto leaned over and took a good portion of them for himself. He looked up and made what archeologists might have thought to be an early attempt at conversation. "So…why was Mokuba supposed to tape for you today?"

"Tahn and I want to know what our number really looks like. We don't trust people just saying that it looks good."

"Wisely so. I doubt that Yugi would say anything bad about it even if he were held at gunpoint."

"Maybe if Yami was held at gunpoint." Joey smiled.

"I don't know. Maybe not even then. The lover vs. the best friend, isn't that one of the age old struggles?" Non-verbally changing the subject, Seto looked at the blonde, silently indicating the papers, and with an equal lack of sound, asking how they were to be folded."

"Oh, in threes."

Reflecting back on Tahnya's words, Joey realized that he did feel like a fourteen year old girl. He kept sneaking glances at the boy across from him, his eyes zooming in on the quick fingers deftly folding the papers. Eventually noticing the silence on the other side of the table, the object of such intense study looked up and seeing Joey's gaze so intently trained on him, he slipped.

The fresh thick paper sliced into the soft skin of his finger tip. No thought as to the weakness it might reveal, he hissed on an inward breath, the sudden pain written on his face.

Joey, in a fluid motion of both mind and body, snapped out of his daze and half stood, leaning over the table to examine the damage.

"Oh, it's deep. Hold on." Joey dashed out of the room before Seto could even think to protest.

The blonde returned with a small first aid kit. "Nurse Joey to the rescue!" He grinned. (Now, I doubt that anyone will find that nearly as funny as I do, or for the same reasons, but if you think you do, mention why in your review.)

A wave of burning testosterone washed over him as the thought of Joey in a little nurse costume came to him unbidden. He could swear he felt his blood pump faster, the light throb in his finger intensifying.

"Oh, it's bleeding quite a bit." Joey babbled, sorting through the kit and retrieving a tiny piece of gauze. He pressed it to the little wound and held it there for several minutes. Seto's hands were cold and shaking, so Joey held them still, and Seto felt the comparative roughness of the other boy's hands. They were warm, almost hot.

Neither of the two mentioned that Seto could have easily taken care of himself. IT was too perfect a moment to be ruined by such trivial things as that.

Sadly, the moment, like a fire with nothing to feed on, burned out.

Joey took away the gauze and replaced it with a dot of antibiotic and a small band aid shaped like a kiss.

He smiled at Seto. "Your hands are tense." And began to rub deeply in the muscles of his palm. Slowly the hands warmed and relaxed and Joey gave a small contented sigh, picking up the kit and returning it to the office.

The passed some time in companionable silence, with the exception of the rustling papers, until Seto spoke up and said he should leave.

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