I'm alive.
Chapter Twelve
When Jonouchi woke up, he couldn't move. He was being restrained, and it wasn't until he regained more of his consciousness that he realized Kaiba's arm was draped over him. Jonouchi was hardly respecting personal space either, seeing as he was pretty much cuddled up to him. He felt sore in his shoulder when he moved. The muscles were cramping from being pressed against the floor.
His eyes were open now, and after turning his head, he was staring at Kaiba in very close proximity. His face looked more feminine when he slept, his muscles now relaxed. Jonouchi hesitated to say that Kaiba looked a little bit like a girl asleep, but the fact remained...
Jonouchi tried to move. He really didn't want Kaiba to wake up with him in his arms, and his shoulder was starting to actually hurt. He only made a little distance (as in, an inch or two) before Kaiba stirred and blinked his eyes open. Jonouchi caught his breath and didn't move.
Still remembering the night before, Jonouchi was sure that Kaiba did as well. With that in mind, Jonouchi wasn't sure what to say. He'd have to see what kind of mood Kaiba was in first. If he was pissed, then Jonouchi would probably just sit it out in the corner until he could get out...
However, Kaiba appeared only groggy, rolling onto his back and brushing his bangs off his face with his hand. Picking up his phone from the coffee table, he read aloud what probably was a text message, his usual low baritone voice sounding pleased as he made out the message.
"Seto-sama: I didn't want to wake you, but the door works now. Isono."
Kaiba snorted before straightening out his clothes.
"The door works," he echoed towards Jonouchi, pocketing his phone, "I need to get ready for work. Mokuba's probably already gone, and you should be able to get breakfast at the kitchen. Just ask for the driver, he can send you where ever. So long."
"Right," Jonouchi blinked, slightly surprised that Kaiba was just proceeding with business as usual. It seemed he wasn't about to be attacked for the night before. "I just gotta find my phone."
Jonouchi stood and searched around for the device. Hopefully, if he kept his mind on what was ahead, he wouldn't feel so awkward. Still, what he'd done the night before bothered him. With how weird he'd felt after fooling around, and how he felt now, it had probably been for the best that they hadn't actually fucked. He hadn't expected it to be so awkward.
"Hey, Kaiba?" Jonouchi pocketed his phone and turned to face him.
"What is it?"
He had one foot out the door, and turned around to look at Jonouchi, his facial features undetectable.
"I just...want to say thanks," Jonouchi spoke up. "For being smarter than me last night."
It was something of a peace offering, a way to let Kaiba know he was okay with what had happened while also making Kaiba feel like he was right. Jonouchi hoped Kaiba wouldn't be upset that he brought it up in the first place. He was acting like nothing had happened at all, which Jonouchi was fine with too, but he didn't want to seem unappreciative.
"Like I said before," cleared up Kaiba, "I don't want to complicate things."
He didn't smile or frown before he just left the room and disappeared down a hallway.
"Yeah sure," Jonouchi sighed, leaving Kaiba's office to head downstairs, "I guess that's your way of saying 'you're welcome'."
Jonouchi wasn't exactly in a hurry yet to leave. He still didn't have any fucking hours at his job, nor did he have a new job yet, either. The only money he had to support himself right now was from Kitamura, but luckily that wasn't about to run out. He had his rent paid up for a while, and had plenty of spare money for groceries.
He really needed another job, though. Somehow, he was even less enthusiastic about Kitamura than before. Did he feel bad for 'cheating'? He and Kaiba did technically have sex. Kind of. There was no intercourse, but the intent had been there. The only reason he hadn't gone further that night was because Kaiba made him stop.
Jonouchi resolved that he would try not to be weird with Kaiba because of it. Kaiba hadn't asked him to do that shit. He was vehemently opposed to it, in fact. He didn't need to be bothered with awkwardness because Jonouchi couldn't keep his hormones under control.
Kitamura didn't even need to know, really. It wasn't like he was all that faithful, and he was hardly ever around. Jonouchi still wasn't even sure what the man was after, aside from a quick lay while he was in town. Whatever. Jonouchi wasn't going to feel guilty over what he'd done. He couldn't even imagine wanting to hook up with Kitamura again, after what had happened with Kaiba...
That passion he'd had in his dream hadn't just been in his head. He couldn't believe how aroused he was the night before. He'd never had that kind of thing with Kitamura. He'd certainly never begged for more. Kind of made him wish Kaiba was more interested. They couldn't get along, but at least the sex would be great.
He knew he shouldn't be thinking shit like that, though. Kaiba wasn't interested, and probably never would be. Jonouchi couldn't comfortably make any decisions about Kitamura until he had another job. He had a few interviews, and was trying to get the attention of some managers at a repair shop, but they kept blowing him off. He didn't have any sort of formal education, certifications, or prior job experience.
Jonouchi knew how to fix a bike, though. Motorcycles, too. His father had taught him, before he'd regressed completely into a chronic drunk. The only reason Honda's old hunk of junk had run as well as it did was because Jonouchi could help him keep it patched up.
He could hardly prove that, though. If only they'd give him a shot at it so he could show them...Why couldn't he just make them listen? If he could force him presence on Kaiba Seto, couldn't he convince some crabby mechanics to let him fix a bike?
Jonouchi managed to snag some breakfast once he found the kitchen staff. The cook seemed surprised that he'd asked at all, but Jonouchi didn't feel right sitting in the dining room expectantly. He wasn't going to put on airs just because he was in a rich guy's house.
He ate quickly, hoping to get a ride to town promptly. Jonouchi had a lot of places to hit before sundown if he was going to find quick employment soon. He was going to be tired at the end of the day, too, but that was life. He didn't have hours at work again until the end of the week, so he could take the stress.
The palms of Jonouchi's hands began to sweat as he tried to push back his anxiety. He felt so weird about asking Kaiba's driver for a ride back into the city. Jonouchi was hardly accustomed to being escorted, but the driver acted like it wasn't unusual at all. That was his job, after all. The person getting into the car probably didn't make much difference to him. Jonouchi wasn't going to complain about a free ride in a clean and comfortable car, rather than an expensive and less pleasant taxi ride.
He was lucky that Kaiba was being so uncharacteristically generous...
When he was dropped off uptown, he was turning in slow circles on the sidewalk to decide where to go first when his phone vibrated. Kitamura and Mokuba were the only people who had his new cell number, and Jonouchi hoped to god that it was Mokuba.
Just his luck, it was a booty call. Probably best that it wasn't from Mokuba. That would begin all sorts of questions...
Kitamura had stayed more in touch, as promised. Estimates about when he'd be in town next, asking Jonouchi if he had enough money, all small things. Sometimes he made little bits of small talk, but not really. Jonouchi didn't mind the minimal contact. He still felt awkward about Kitamura as a person, and he figured the conversation would pick up when that passed. If it ever passed.
Jonouchi was asked to meet at some Western-styled cafe a few blocks away. Kitamura claimed he had a surprise, which Jonouchi found strange. Still, he walked to the cafe to meet him. It wasn't like Kitamura could do anything to him in public, or even would really. At least around other people, he behaved.
Kitamura was sitting at an outdoor table, dressed fairly casual for once. He was wearing sunglasses, though whether it was to be unrecognized or shield his eyes from the sun, Jonouchi didn't know. He greeted him with a half hearted smile, as usual. It was probably because he was naturally extroverted and didn't quite feel comfortable hiding emotions, but Jonouchi preferred an open, friendly greeting to Kaiba's stoic nonsense. Kitamura made him feel intimidated at first glance, but Jonouchi was more at ease when he made a friendly attempt.
"You got here quickly," Kitamura noted as Jonouchi sat down, "Were you in the area?"
"Yeah," Jonouchi hesitated, "You got lucky."
He chose not to tell Kitamura about his job hunt. He didn't know what the guy would think about that.
"I see. Are you hungry? I just had breakfast, but I'll order something for you if you like."
"Oh, I've eaten," Jonouchi replied, "I'm not hungry."
"Good," Kitamura stood up, and Jonouchi followed suit, wondering what was going to happen. They were probably going straight to a hotel. Jonouchi wasn't sure he really wanted to. "Then let's go find my car."
Jonouchi didn't speak and followed with his brow furrowing as he tried to decide what to do. Did he want to have sex with Kitamura? He wasn't really in the mood. He didn't even need the cash at the moment. There was enough grocery money, and rent was paid up. But would Kitamura be pissed if he turned him down?
Once again, Jonouchi felt conflicted, and he wasn't just going to run along with it for Kitamura's sake. He opened his mouth to announce that he wasn't planning on sex, but Kitamura spoke before he did.
"Remember the surprise I mentioned?"
"Sure," Jonouchi blinked, "What about it?"
"I thought we could drive to the central district so you can go shopping. I didn't really leave you enough money for clothes, and it'll be easier if I'm there to pay in person anyway."
Jonouchi stared at Kitamura in shock. Take him shopping for clothes? Jonouchi hadn't acquired new clothes since he'd been in high school. His current jeans were a little oversized and had the hems un-stitched so they'd still be long enough. He couldn't remember going shopping for new clothes since he was a kid, and his mother had made all the decisions at that point.
"Really?" He asked, still wondering if there was some catch he was missing. "You don't have to."
Kitamura laughed, opening the passenger-side door of his American car for Jonouchi.
"I know I don't have to. It's a gift. You look like you could use some new clothes—no offense."
"Sure," Jonouchi muttered, getting into the car. He was still a little confused, but they weren't skipping straight off to have sex, so he figured he'd go along with it. Maybe he'd feel more comfortable after time out with Kitamura.
They went to the large mall that was a few blocks away from the pierside. Most of the clothing outlets in there were so expensive that Jonouchi wouldn't dream of going there. It would take an entire paycheck to buy any one outfit, and that was if he shopped carefully. Kitamura didn't seem concerned, however. Jonouchi followed his lead, since he seemed to know where he was going.
"Do you know your size?" he asked. Jonouchi shook his head, his eyes wandering the enormous open space of the clothing warehouse. "That's fine. Let's look around."
Kitamura grabbed a few pairs of jeans from the shelf in front of them and tossed them over his arm before opening one of them. He looked at it thoughtfully, and then held the waistband up to Jonouchi's neck.
"Hey, what are you-" Jonouchi stared at Kitamura suspiciously as he wrapped the waistband around. Then he hummed in satisfaction and replaced the pants on his arm. Jonouchi was stunned into silence for a few seconds as Kitamura continued grabbing different styles and colors of pants, and then finally spoke.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He demanded, flustered. Kitamura looked back at him, raising one of his funny eyebrows.
"I'm just checking for your pants size. If the waistband fits around your neck, it will fit your waist."
"That's retarded." Jonouchi tried to figure out the logic of that in his head. How could his neck be the same measurement as his waist? Or, half of his waist, rather. He confused himself trying to think it over and just dropped it. Kitamura seemed to know what he was doing. May as well take his word for it.
Kitamura had about a dozen different pairs of jeans by the time he was done looking over the shelf, and he motioned for Jonouchi to follow as he searched for a dressing room. Jonouchi had a feeling that trying on all those clothes would be tiring, but he didn't say anything about it. He wasn't going to complain about getting new jeans for free. Jeans that were actually in his size and brand new.
When they found an empty dressing room, Kitamura gave him the jeans while an attendant opened the door.
"I'll find you some shirts while you try those on," he stated before disappearing. Jonouchi just watched him round the corner before shaking his head and entering the stall. Figured Kitamura was Mr. Metro male. Mokuba had told him he was from California. That was probably why he knew so much about clothes. Or, maybe he was anal retentive about it like Kaiba.
Jonouchi tried on all the jeans he'd been given. They more snug than what he was used to, and he felt a little silly about it, but when Kitamura returned and saw him in the pair he was wearing at the time, he told him he looked fantastic. Jonouchi assumed he probably knew better. The pants fit, so there was no reason to be dumb about it.
The shirts Kitamura brought him were infinitely more frustrating. Jonouchi started getting flustered and irritated in the booth as he tried on several of them. He didn't even know what Kitamura was trying to get him to look like, bringing him snug-fitting shirts and button-ups with seams that followed the curve of his torso. Still, when Jonouchi had a chance to look at himself in the mirror, he thought he looked pretty good. Pretty gay, but pretty good.
He was fed up with shopping by the time Kitamura paid for the clothes. Jonouchi was a little impressed that Kitamura had known what would suit him. It seemed strange, frankly, but Kitamura claimed it was skill. He got into a long explanation about Jonouchi's body type and colors that suited him and why, but even after that Jonouchi was bewildered. Shopping for himself should be hard enough; Anzu had always complained about it when she needed new clothes. But Kitamura managed to basically do all his shopping for him. Maybe it was his talent.
"Where do you want to go next?" he asked when they stepped back into the main area of the mall. Jonouchi raised his eyebrows. He wanted to do more of this? Jonouchi was pretty sick of the mall by this time, and even if he wasn't, he didn't know if he was comfortable taking any more of Kitamura's money today. The clothes themselves had probably cost him about twenty thousand yen, and that was a low estimate.
"You don't have to buy me any more stuff," Jonouchi muttered, "This shit is expensive."
"Hmm?" Kitamura seemed a little dazed by the statement, and then he looked outright amused. "Jonouchi, two hundred dollars is pocket money. Don't worry about it. Now come on, let's go see what else we can find."
Jonouchi followed, since he could hardly leave with arms full of bags anyway. Well, he could, but he didn't want to blatantly carry bags full of clothing through two districts and his home neighborhood. It would probably be evening by the time he got back, and at that point he'd just be asking for it.
Kitamura stopped at an area that was a bunch of glass booths for jewelry and expensive perfumes and colognes. Jonouchi was slightly put off, feeling that he didn't need anything to make him smell nice, and he certainly didn't need any jewelry. He voiced his disgruntled opinion, and Kitamura found it funny. Jonouchi supposed he should be grateful that Kitamura found his mannerisms charming and not annoying.
Kitamura pointed at what he had his eye on, "I'm getting you a watch, and maybe some cologne, if you're interested."
"A watch?" Jonouchi's brow furrowed. "I don't need a watch. I have a phone."
"It isn't a need, per se," Kitamura agreed, "But I think it would suit you. You'd look very dignified."
"Dignified? Me?" Jonouchi laughed. Kitamura raised an eyebrow. "Don't fight a losing battle, pal. I don't think I can look dignified."
"We'll see," Kitamura gave him a sly expression that was intriguing even as it was slightly unsettling. Jonouchi did end up with an overly expensive watch. It was gold, but not too shiny for his liking. He'd insisted on a face with actual numbers instead of Roman numerals. Kitamura gave in only because Jonouchi chided him about the fact that he didn't need a watch in the first place.
It felt heavy on his wrist for a while, but by the time Kitamura had found him some cologne, it didn't bother him anymore. He just reminded himself that he'd have to pocket it when he walked through his neighborhood. A gold watch would definitely get attention.
"Um," Kitamura seemed thoughtful after they finished at the jewelry booth. He was helping Jonouchi carry the bags, which Jonouchi had told him he didn't have to, but Kitamura insisted, claiming that Jonouchi wasn't a "pack mule".
"What?" Jonouchi asked jokingly. He couldn't possibly be thinking to buy more crap...
"Your shoes," Kitamura noted, looking at them and pointing with one hand. Jonouchi was starting to think maybe he was gay after all. He looked down at his worn-out sneakers, wiggling his toes inside.
"What about them?"
"You could use new ones," Kitamura stated. Jonouchi scoffed.
"They're still holding together. They're fine."
"Come now, Jonouchi, take advantage of your resources. You don't have to hold on to ratty shoes until they wear out. I'll buy you new ones."
"If you insist," Jonouchi sighed, rolling his eyes. Kitamura happily took this as consent and led the way to the nearest shoe outlet. Jonouchi couldn't believe his energy. He was beyond done with the mall. Then again, Kitamura was older. This was probably what he did for entertainment.
"How old are you, anyway?" Jonouchi asked. It was actually obscenely rude to ask someone their age outright, but Kitamura was an American man. He probably didn't care.
"I'm twenty-nine," he grinned, "and fresh, I might add. Don't worry, I'm not getting wrinkly on you."
Jonouchi snorted, but he was deeply relieved. If Kitamura was more than ten years older, he'd probably have to just leave. That would be too much. Ten years wasn't bad. Jonouchi tended to like older people, or people who were more mature than his age group. It was much-needed stability for his immaturity. Hopefully Kitamura was telling the truth and wasn't actually thirty-five, or something. Jonouchi wasn't going to sleep with someone who could legitimately be his father.
"Sweet, sneakers," Jonouchi approached the designer brands that were on display. He did love high end sneakers. He'd bought a pair, once, but that had ended up being a scam. He preferred to buy from legitimate outlets now, but they were so expensive...
"Oh," Kitamura looked distinctly unenthusiastic, "Well, that's fine, but dress shoes would be more practical."
"Kitamura, I work in food service."
"Dress for success, Jonouchi," Kitamura winked, walking around to the other side of the aisle. Jonouchi followed him, wondering what he was after. Jonouchi wasn't going to wear some designer leather office shoes. That would be impractical and absolutely stupid.
"Ah, these should do," Kitamura presented a pair of shoes that weren't quite sneakers, though they had the shape and stitching. They were plain and black, which was awfully dull in Jonouchi's opinion. He preferred multi-colored shoes, preferably white and blue.
"What are those?"
"They're like sneakers, but employers like them a little better," Kitamura had him sit on a bench and sat himself opposite. As he carefully removed the wads of paper from the inside of the shoes, Jonouchi watched with a sense of interest. He hadn't really expected Kitamura to be a shopper. He didn't seem that gay, and he came off as the type who had his shopping done for him. Yet here he was, hand-picking clothing and accessories with such practiced efficiency that Jonouchi wasn't sure if he was talking to the same person.
Maybe Kitamura was more interesting than he'd originally seemed.
"Here, try this one," he directed. Jonouchi took off one of his shoes and put on the black work sneaker. Kitamura bent to tie it for him, and Jonouchi cleared his throat uncomfortably. He could tie his own shoes, and he hoped Kitamura knew that. He probably did. More likely, he was taking advantage of how cramped the aisle was. His face was inches away from Jonouchi's crotch, and Jonouchi couldn't help but stare at him as he tried to figure out if it was done purposely.
When Kitamura finished tying, he looked up questioningly, grinning when he saw Jonouchi's expression. Jonouchi squirmed uncomfortably and looked away. He couldn't really help it. Kitamura was probably the only person he knew who was as horny as he was. Or maybe even more so. They were in public, after all. Even Jonouchi wouldn't think about doing something in the middle of some upscale shoe store. Maybe if he was with a girl, he'd think about fooling around, since the worst that could happen was getting scolded by an attendant. But with a man? Bad idea. He didn't want to deal with everyone's judgment.
"Something on your mind?" Kitamura asked, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement.
Jonouchi snorted. "Don't play innocent."
"Am I that obvious?"
"Yeah, you're not subtle," Jonouchi wasn't afraid to be frank. Kitamura hardly seemed upset that he was obvious.
"Well, I hope you don't disapprove of my "intentions"."
"We'll see," Jonouchi answered noncommittally as Kitamura sat up. He wasn't used to being approached quite like that. He'd been approached, of course, but in Japan it was customary to be more tactful about flirting. At least, it was with the older men. Jonouchi always managed to get the older ones on his tail.
Once it was confirmed that the shoes fit, Kitamura had Jonouchi test them out. Jonouchi didn't even feel like himself. He wasn't used to pants hugging his hips and legs, shirts squeezing his torso, new shoes that were strange and firm compared to his old kicks...
He kept seeing his reflection in the windows of stores as they headed back for the parking lot. It took some time wearing the clothes and seeing himself in them before he really understood that he was looking at himself. It wasn't like he looked bad, not by a long shot. Some designer crap was leaps and bounds better than the shit he'd stolen from clotheslines and charity boxes, and his father, but he'd never had anything like it before.
He still wished he could have bought regular sneakers, though.
He also wasn't quite sure about the necessity of the watch, even though it didn't feel so strange on his wrist like it had at the beginning. He stared at it, watching the little second hand tick as Kitamura drove them back uptown. Jonouchi didn't think a watch suited him at all, really. It was too impractical for him. Or maybe too fussy. Either way, he was perfectly happy checking his phone for the time. He wasn't mature like Kitamura, he didn't need a watch to feel dressed.
His wrist still smelled like the new cologne he'd been bought too. Kitamura had made sure he liked it before buying it, thank god, so the smell did appeal to him. It wasn't a scent he could describe. He didn't know enough about that kind of thing to say. But Kitamura had told him it was anise and bergamot. Jonouchi didn't know what those were, but they smelled okay. It suited him.
When they got back to Kitamura's hotel room, Jonouchi dumped all his bags in the closet to be handled in the morning. He figured he may as well play along with whatever Kitamura was planning, since they hadn't slept together in a while, and Kitamura had behaved. He'd actually been pleasant. Jonouchi never spent so many hours of time with him before, and if it weren't for the fact that sex was a fixed result of their outing, it might be even considered a little romantic.
Romantic? Fuck, now he sounded like Kaiba. Forget that.
"I guess I'll take a shower," Jonouchi stated after he'd slipped his shoes off. Kitamura was in the bedroom emptying his pockets and leaving the contents on the entertainment center. He looked back at him, seeming thoughtful. By thoughtful, Jonouchi obviously meant vacant. Kitamura's face somehow looked less strange when he was vacant. His curvy lips and angular brows were less intense.
"You don't need to," Kitamura told him, approaching. Jonouchi stopped in the bathroom doorway, raising his eyebrow.
"Not worried I'm dirty?"
"No," Kitamura chuckled, holding Jonouchi's shoulders and leading him back toward the bed, "But you're about to be."
Jonouchi closed his eyes when Kitamura kissed him. Usually when they had sex, everything was so deliberate that it was alienating. He was puzzling over Kitamura's motives when the back of his knees hit the bed and he fell back onto it. He looked up to see what Kitamura was going to do, but the man was already coming down on him. Jonouchi tried reciprocating the kiss, trying to get more into it. It wasn't bad, by any means. Kitamura was decent at kissing.
But he couldn't get it out of his head that it had been better with Kaiba. Jonouchi didn't know why, even. When he'd kissed Kaiba, it had been awkward and slow at first. Kitamura was confident and heated, and Jonouchi liked that kind of thing, so for the life of him he couldn't figure out why it just didn't feel the same.
He opened his eyes again when Kitamura straightened. He watched him unbutton his shirt, discarding it and his belt before he crawled over the bed. Jonouchi figured it was a good time to move closer to the headboard to allow for more room, and once he'd settled there, Kitamura met his lips again. Jonouchi could tell he was more into it. Not only more than he'd been on previous occasions, but more than Jonouchi was, obviously. Jonouchi felt guilty. He should definitely be enjoying this more.
Kitamura had one hand on his face, fingers tangling into his hair. He used the grip to tilt Jonouchi's head and started trailing kisses down his neck, nipping the sensitive places. It was arousing, and Jonouchi flinched in surprise when he felt teeth. Kitamura wasn't exactly aggressive, not since the first time (that had been more forceful than anything), but that little bit of assertiveness was exciting.
He was starting to enjoy it when Kitamura stopped, making a questioning sound.
"Why did you stop?" Jonouchi asked, looking at him.
"There's a mark on your neck," Kitamura muttered. He seemed to be observing it more closely, trying to figure out what it was. Jonouchi managed to keep his breathing even. He'd completely forgotten about Kaiba's little love bite.
"I got bit," Jonouchi explained, "Spiders."
That was a complete lie.
"Oh," Kitamura seemed satisfied enough with this explanation, and ran his thumb over the mark. "It looks like it's bruising a little. You should keep an eye on it."
Jonouchi didn't answer. He felt Kitamura's lips working against the spot where his "bug bite" was and felt put off. Not only because it made his mind travel back to Kaiba, but because he felt somehow like Kitamura was tainting it.
"Don't do that," Jonouchi muttered, "It's irritated."
Kitamura didn't reply, but he moved his attention to the other side of Jonouchi's neck. When he reached the nape, Jonouchi stiffened at the feeling of teeth pinching the skin and sucking. Not that it was unpleasant, but Jonouchi wasn't sure how he felt about Kitamura leaving hickies there.
Why was he fine with Kaiba doing that, and not his boyfriend? Jonouchi was starting to think he was a bad person. Not a good person who did bad things, but an actual bad person.
When Kitamura was done sucking on it, he planted gentle kisses over it almost apologetically. Probably because it pinched a little. Jonouchi hadn't noticed as much the night before with Kaiba. He'd been too aroused at the time. Now, though, he was less into it, and the pinching feeling was acutely irritating.
Jonouchi pushed up on Kitamura's chest, and met resistance at first, but Kitamura eventually yielded and sat back on his heels. He looked at Jonouchi questioningly, and seemed like he was about to ask about it, but Jonouchi grabbed his shoulder and shoved him on his back. Kitamura looked surprised, and slightly concerned. Maybe he thought Jonouchi was trying to steal the lead from him.
He didn't complain as Jonouchi unfastened his jeans and started rubbing himself through his underwear. Whatever discomfort he'd felt about being on his back slowly faded, and he closed his eyes when Jonouchi pulled his pants and boxers down his hips. He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly. Kitamura was far more excited than he was. Jonouchi was barely hard himself, and was hoping that he wasn't going to have trouble getting it up. He was younger, and certainly shouldn't have a problem with that.
Kitamura's breathing was shallow, and Jonouchi watched the sheets wrinkle up as he held them. It was strange seeing him like that. Usually he just guided Jonouchi to do things, and so forcefully that Jonouchi hadn't thought he had the option to lead. He'd instigated with Kaiba, obviously, but Kaiba seemed far more willing to let things happen to him.
Jonouchi tried wrapped his lips around him now, sucking carefully. He rested his tongue over his lower row of teeth to keep himself from scraping anything. Kitamura's breath hitched, and Jonouchi felt self-satisfied about it, but was unable to smirk with his mouth full. He'd only done this once, and even then he'd been guided the whole way through. Not that he was going to get any awards for being good at giving head, but he was proud of the response he got all the same.
When he started moving into it more, Kitamura's hands got tangled up in his hair. It felt a little bit of pushing, but not so much that he couldn't move freely. It seemed they were avoiding the incident from last time. Jonouchi was a little surprised, honestly. Kitamura hadn't seemed very concerned with how little he had enjoyed the experience.
He heard Kitamura's haggard breathing, and felt him bucking up. That wasn't going to fly. Jonouchi rested his forearm over his pelvis to keep him lying flat. He wasn't planning to gag today, certainly not when he could easily avoid it. He was still just shocked that Kitamura was letting him have his way. Jonouchi was grateful for it, since as the leading partner, Kitamura didn't bring the right sort of aggression he craved...
Kaiba had done things right. Jonouchi wasn't opposed to being thrown onto his back and pounded, having his hair pulled, being bitten and marked...
He wondered how Kaiba would respond to a blow job. Would he even allow that? Probably not, but Jonouchi wasn't required to be realistic in his fantasies. Kaiba had enjoyed grinding. Jonouchi wondered if he'd moan during oral. If he'd start to shake from trying to buck up and not being allowed. He felt guilty about it, but he started to envision the situation now, too fascinated with the idea of doing it to Kaiba to stop himself.
Apparently it was improving his performance, because Kitamura started moaning. It wasn't even breathless, or quiet. He was openly moaning, and the first time he even cut off quickly and caught his breath like he was surprised he'd done it. Jonouchi didn't fight him when he started using the grip on his hair to make him bob his head. It wasn't too much, like it had been the first time. Jonouchi could still breathe, and when he refused to let himself be pulled again, Kitamura eased up.
Jonouchi quickly lifted his head and wiped his lips. He wasn't sure what to think about Kitamura's smell. The musk of sex was arousing, obviously, but Kitamura's individual scent was something he was unaccustomed to.
"Still alive?" he asked. Kitamura hadn't moved, and was still lying flat with his eyes shut. The only shifting he had done was resting one hand on his forehead, his fingers tangling into his bangs.
"Yes," he replied, sitting up unexpectedly and tugging on Jonouchi's shirt front, pulling him into a heated kiss. He was surprised by that, since Kitamura was hardly ever spontaneous, but he didn't fight it. The desire behind it made him more engaged. It was nice feeling wanted rather than just lusted after. It was a strange thought to Jonouchi, since they should both have the same result, but there was an obvious difference he couldn't explain.
Jonouchi arched into Kitamura's touch when he started rubbing at the front of his pants, and moved forward as he was pulled into his lap. It was reminiscent of the night before, when he'd been grinding on Kaiba, but Kitamura didn't lie down and just let things happen. He held Jonouchi's hips, guiding him into it. Jonouchi rested his hands on Kitamura's shoulders. It was less awkward than just leaving them at his sides, and the added contact was nice.
He was starting to get hot, at least more than he usually did. Kitamura was more impassioned than normal and seemed less determined to have absolute command of the situation. It made Jonouchi more comfortable, and for a few moments, as he was grinding in his lap, his mind didn't wander back to doing the same with Kaiba.
Then he was pulled back abruptly, and he blinked in surprise when Kitamura flipped around and let Jonouchi fall on his back. It was a little sudden, but Jonouchi wasn't going to fight him. He didn't feel quite as eager as Kitamura seemed to be, but not reluctant.
Tugging his unreasonably tight shirt over his head while Kitamura worked on his pants, Jonouchi waited while the other man slid out of his jeans. Then he seemed to remember something, and picked up the discarded pants, fishing through the pockets urgently.
Jonouchi raised an eyebrow, "Something wrong?"
Kitamura didn't respond, and looked frustrated, but then he pulled a condom and a small packet of lube out of his pants pocket. Had he thought he'd forgotten them? The idea alarmed Jonouchi, and he resolved that he should just start bringing condoms and lube with him when he went places. Specifically, when he met Kitamura.
...Or Kaiba.
He didn't have time to dwell on it. He gasped when Kitamura grabbed his ankles and pulled him toward the foot of the bed. Jonouchi didn't have a problem with him wanting to stand, if that was his preference, but he flushed red when he was flipped onto his stomach. Kitamura seemed determined to do doggy all the time, for whatever reason. Jonouchi didn't know what to think of it. He didn't feel as insulted as he had last time, but he wasn't sure he was fine with it. There was something a little demeaning about having his face down towards the mattress each time they had sex...
He closed his eyes when Kitamura had him raise his hips and support himself with his knees. Since he was yet undecided, Jonouchi chose to go along with it. He could kick Kitamura away if he figured out later that he wasn't happy with the position. For the moment, though, he snorted against the sheets. Jonouchi couldn't really complain about Kitamura's preparation technique (first night aside). He was quick, but not too fast, like he had enough experience to know the limits. He probably did, if the rumor he'd heard from Kaiba was true.
Jonouchi had started to rock into it and tug at the sheets. Kitamura had never really teased him before. It had always just been a precursor to actual sex, which was fine, but Jonouchi preferred being made to want it over having it thrust upon him
Especially since he wasn't quite too thrilled about doggy in the first place.
"Are you ready?" Kitamura asked, holding his hip with one hand. Jonouchi realized it was the first time he had ever asked.
"Go for it," Jonouchi panted, waiting for the far more taxing feeling of penetration.
He held his breath as Kitamura pushed in. His mind blanked, and suddenly any ability to think was replaced with an acute awareness of the feeling of pressure and almost unbearable level of sensation in his lower body. He started fondling himself, perhaps prematurely, but he didn't want his excitement to die away. He was already starting to get a little disinterested when the initial level of pleasure flat-lined.
Jonouchi wasn't sure what his problem was. It didn't make sense to be more excited by dry humping with Kaiba than he was by actual sex with his boyfriend. He started getting hotter from it when the pace picked up, but it still wasn't quite enough. Jonouchi's free hand wove into his hair, and he started tugging at it in frustration. He wanted more. He wanted something that excited him like Kaiba had, both in person and in the dream he'd had. Surely, Kitamura was capable of doing something more...
"Pull my hair," he demanded, and he frowned when Kitamura stopped for a moment.
"What?"
"Pull my hair," Jonouchi repeated more forcefully. He couldn't see Kitamura's expression, but he didn't move for a second or two. Then, thankfully, he got a fistfull of Jonouchi's hair and pulled back on it enough that it forced him to raise his head. His spine arched, and he cried out when it sensations became more heightened. Jonouchi was also more relieved than anything. He didn't want to have boring sex. There wasn't any gratification in it if he had to jerk off afterward to get an orgasm.
Kitamura had a hard grip on his hip, and it only got tighter as he started thrusting faster. Jonouchi didn't bother trying to stop the memories of his wet dream from returning. If it made the sex more enjoyable, he couldn't really get upset over it. He wished now he could have gone all the way with Kaiba. It was probably just his boner talking, but right now he regretted not doing more.
Jonouchi felt Kitamura's breath on his back. The other man was leaning over him, panting against his skin. Jonouchi kind of wished he would say something. Not so much ask after his well being as...talking dirty, he supposed. He didn't even know why he liked that kind of shit, but it worked for him.
It didn't seem like that was going to happen, though, and Jonouchi wasn't going to ask for it and risk surprising Kitamura into stopping again. He took what he could get, his eyes shut deliberately as he thought about his dream, and about what might have happened that night on Kaiba's couch if he'd been more prepared and Kaiba had been less reserved.
Moaning, Jonouchi's volume increasing the closer he got to orgasm. He could still hear Kaiba's voice in his head, the things he'd said in the dream, and for some reason his comment about roosters in the henhouse came to mind. Jonouchi disregarded it in favor for focusing on the sexual aspect. He was close, and from Kitamura's responses to all the noise he was making, it seemed he was as well.
He felt erratic and hard thrusts, and envisioned Kaiba doing it, so lost in the sex that he lost his carefully cultivated self-control. It was a good simulation, even if Kitamura didn't tug his hair the same way Kaiba did, and his body was obviously different. The only thing that was really missing was the corrective measures, in all honesty.
Jonouchi panted, trying to catch his breath enough to say something. He was dangling at the edge of his climax, desperate to get the release. His hand that he wasn't using to stroke himself was holding onto the blanket hard enough that the fibers began to tear.
"Kitamura," he called, and rather than a verbal response, he felt lips on his shoulder. Good enough. "Kitamura, slap me."
Kitamura made that questioning sound again. He missed a beat, and he straightened, as if he wasn't sure if he should continue. Jonouchi felt the haze of arousal dispersing a little and growled in frustration.
"Just slap me," he almost shouted, and then he grunted in surprise when he actually did get slapped hard on his right buttock. He could still feel the sting when Kitamura stopped pulling back on his hair and shoved his face against the bed roughly instead, forcing him into full downward dog as he pounded into him. Jonouchi responded with shameless moaning, climbing desperately toward orgasm and hoping that the mental imagery would carry him there.
He came first. Sighing and then shuddering, Jonouchi fell limp against the bed as Kitamura groaned behind him. He laid flat on the bed when Kitamura let go of his hair and hip, and he felt the weight of the other man falling in beside him. Jonouchi had his eyes closed so he could get some blood back in his brain.
When he felt it was safe to try, he stood up and staggered to the bathroom to wash his hands and torso. After he got back to the bedroom, Kitamura was still lying with his eyes shut, breathing heavily, the condom discarded on the nightstand. Jonouchi returned and sat down as Kitamura spoke up.
"What came over you?" He asked, though he sounded more flirtatious than questioning. Jonouchi was interested by that. He'd thought Kitamura would freak out about his demands.
"I like things more spontaneous."
"I see," Kitamura chuckled. Jonouchi couldn't see his face; he was lying on his side with his back to him. "You could have told me earlier, you know."
"I wasn't thinking about it," Jonouchi shrugged as best he could while lying down.
"Oh, well I liked it. I didn't think you would. You seemed very timid."
"What?" Jonouchi turned around, staring at Kitamura with an offended look. "Since when?"
Kitamura looked a little cautious, and was leaning away from Jonouchi. Maybe he thought he was angry.
"Apparently I misinterpreted you."
Jonouchi scoffed and laid down, settling in. The bed was comfortable, and after a long-ass day at the mall followed by hard sex, he was ready to at least get a nap. It was early evening, closer to dinnertime than bedtime. He wondered if Kitamura was staying or not. He never did before, since he always had something important to do. Maybe tonight he wasn't preoccupied. He didn't seem to be in any real hurry.
Through the haze that had settled over him while he relaxed, he heard a phone vibrating. It wasn't his; he left the ringer on all the time since he wasn't at work. He felt the bed shift, and Kitamura got up. Jonouchi heard him walking around the room, heard the shuffling sound of clothes and the metal clinking of a belt buckle.
"Jonouchi?"
Jonouchi opened his eyes and looked at Kitamura, who was now dressed. He'd even managed to get his hair fixed up.
"What?"
"I have to go," he stated, sitting at the edge of the bed briefly. Jonouchi wasn't even mad. He hadn't been left hanging like last time, and he was pretty much accustomed to Kitamura ditching after sex by this point.
"Yeah, I figured you would."
"I left you some money on the nightstand. If you need help with your clothes tomorrow, let me know. I can get you a taxi."
"Sure," Jonouchi answered. He honestly didn't know what he was going to do about the clothes. There were four bags, two full of heavy clothes, one for cologne, and the last a box with his worn-out sneakers inside. If he tossed the sneakers and put the cologne in a clothing bag, there'd be two. But he'd still have to find a way to get them into his apartment without getting too much attention. He'd probably have to do it at dawn, when the thug teenagers weren't around prowling.
"I'll keep in touch," Kitamura promised, standing and heading for the door. Jonouchi closed his eyes and sighed tiredly. He felt relatively satisfied, but he was already getting his second wind. It was a little disappointing. When he heard the door shut, he turned off the bedside lamp and set an alarm on his phone. It was an early bedtime, but if he slept now, then getting up at the crack of dawn wouldn't be too difficult the next day.