Working on the edits, like I promised. I'm at home right now chilling from my deployment, so I'm going to try using my free time to get this stuff out again for all you readers who've been patiently awaiting my return. Thank you.
-AW
Chapter Thirteen
Several Days Later
It was already dark when Kaiba left the office. Most of his employees had disappeared already, and since it was beginning to get dark sooner in the day, he could see the sun sinking over the cityscape as he entered the parking garage. It was a major disappointment to him, really. He liked leaving while the sun was still out, if only so he could go do things with Mokuba, but with winter coming, that wouldn't be possible.
He had his briefcase in his right hand, keys in his left. It wasn't cold enough yet for a jacket, and he was just wearing a black turtleneck sweater and white slim pants when he finally reached his car to unlock the door.
He had a weird sense that he was being followed, but wasn't sure what caused it. Regardless, he could feel someone's presence. Someone was close by, watching him from a distance, and his body grew tense from the anticipation of a fight.
It wasn't like Kaiba couldn't protect himself. His keys would scar a man's face for life, and even more damaging was his training. Isono had been an invaluable and experienced self-defense trainer. He knew more Jujutsu, Kendo, and Judo thanks to Gozaburo's strict education than he'd ever need in his life, not to mention more than what was required to take down a foolhardy mugger. Kaiba knew much more than the casual enthusiast, but he kept his knowledge under wraps as much as possible. A major advantage of martial arts was surprising an attacker with skill. No need to let people know just how well he'd been trained.
As he unlocked the door to his car, Kaiba felt someone's hand grab at his shoulder before he swung around and snagged them, pushing them against his Ferrari before he realized who it was.
Thank god he didn't shove his "attacker" too hard. It was Jonouchi, who was now glaring at him; Kaiba let go, frowning.
"Don't sneak up on me like that."
"I wasn't even sneaking," Jonouchi muttered, straightening out his shirt. "You're just paranoid."
Jonouchi snickered as Kaiba continued to frown.
"Sorry for scaring you," he offered, not appearing sincere.
Kaiba just glared.
"Yeah, whatever," he answered curtly. "Was Mokuba planning on seeing you tonight, or are you just hanging around Kaiba Corporation because you have nothing else better to do? You shouldn't be lurking around the parking garage."
Jonouchi didn't speak up right away. His face twisted up for a good few seconds before his cheeks grew a healthy noticeable shade of pink and suddenly Jonouchi's facial expressions turned from amused to embarrassed. He almost stuttered while speaking.
"I wanted to talk to you, actually," he replied awkwardly, "I waited for you here."
Kaiba snorted, indifferent. "That's nice."
"Yeah," Jonouchi stared at his still-unscuffed sneakers, appearing nervous, "I wanted to talk about what happened in your office, since we didn't already..."
Kaiba should have seen that coming. He'd managed not to see Jonouchi for some number of days after the event, and it was almost a relief, considering how stupid they'd acted. More than anything, Kaiba didn't like losing self-control, and knowing he'd exposed himself was a hard pill to swallow. Leaning against his car, Kaiba thought about his response to Jonouchi's request before answering.
"What exactly is there to talk about?" Kaiba replied. "It happened, so what? I don't regret it, but I'm not looking for a repeat performance, either."
"That's partly true for me, I guess," Jonouchi replied, clearing his throat, "I'm not upset we did that at all... I mean, I was a little nervous that morning because I thought you'd be mad with me, but you weren't."
He paused, staring at Kaiba's pants instead of his face. Kaiba just raised an eyebrow before shifting his weight from one leg to the other, arms folded.
"But," Jonouchi swallowed, "If you wanted to mess around again-"
"I don't see how that's a good idea," answered Kaiba.
The very idea seemed messy to him. Any chance of complications made Kaiba uneasy, and he couldn't make up his mind about whether entertaining his repressed sexual desires was actually a good idea or not. Especially with Jonouchi Katsuya, of all people on earth.
"We don't even get along just talking to each other," Kaiba reasoned. "Besides, I don't even like you."
Jonouchi appeared to balk at that, but then he seemed like he was trying to at least hold his anger in."Well, that's something that can be improved," Jonouchi shrugged, "We're already doing better now than we have... ever. I don't think it's that big of a deal, unless you're just getting all shy now."
"I'm not shy, you dunce."
"Then what's the problem?" Jonouchi shot back. "I think you were right about going all the way, I mean, I don't think it's a good idea. But just some foreplay stuff, it's nothing. It's not that big of a deal.
"Making out is fine. Like what we were doing before."
Kaiba scoffed. He needed to get home. It was late. Mokuba was waiting for him, and he was hungry, and the ride would take at least half an hour to get out in the burbs if traffic was in his favor.
He opened the door, unlocking the vehicle and settling into the driver's seat. Rather than responding to Jonouchi, he just silently brooded over the suggestion, not yet sure if the pros outweighed the cons. He opened the passenger door for Jonouchi when he didn't want to think about it any longer.
"Are you coming or not?" Kaiba barked.
"Yeah, I was planning on it," Jonouchi jumped into the car, appearing unable to turn down the offer. He didn't even know where they were going. Maybe Jonouchi was more eager about this new 'development' than he was pretending to be? Kaiba wasn't decided about fooling around, but he was also only human. It all sounded like a temptingly terrible idea to entertain.
Jonouchi sat quietly in the passenger seat as they left the parking garage, and spoke once they were on the main roads.
"Where are we going?"
"My home," Kaiba answered bluntly. "I'm tired."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Jonouchi said, beginning to grin while watching through the windshield as they drove toward the outskirts.
Jonouchi didn't say anything as they drove on. He seemed to know better than to annoy Kaiba with pointless chatter, it gave Kaiba time to think, anyway.
What was he going to do with Jonouchi's ridiculous proposal? It was tempting, that was all Kaiba was ready to really admit to. He didn't get out much. When he thought about it, it was pathetic, so Kaiba regularly chose not to. His chances at sexual release were little and far between, as to avoid personal scandal and keep his record clean. Sleeping with pretty female secretaries could be forgiven in the corporate world, but young male employees was another thing entirely, if the press got involved.
Some desires were just better left ignored.
When they arrived at Kaiba Mansion, Kaiba stopped in front of the main entryway. The two of them got out of the car, and Jonouchi followed Kaiba to the front door.
"Is Mokuba home?"
"He should be," Kaiba answered dryly. Honestly, he didn't know. Plans always changed, and Mokuba's schedule could be unpredictable.
Walking into the foyer, Kaiba was surprised to find the house unusually empty. Mokuba typically waited to greet him when Kaiba got home, and when he went into the kitchen to ask the staff after him, they'd just said that Mokuba hadn't even asked for dinner. That he had left an hour after school ended...
Someone wasn't taking his grounding very seriously, but Kaiba wasn't going to go chasing after the kid. Not this time. Embarrassing him by finding his friend's house and showing up to collect him wouldn't end well, and considering Mokuba usually didn't hang around kids his age, Kaiba wasn't going to complain. He'd deal with it in the morning. Mokuba would eventually have to return home.
"I guess he ran off with a friend," Kaiba alerted Jonouchi rather non-chalantly, "Looks like you're stuck with me tonight..."
Kaiba led Jonouchi upstairs. He ascended them briskly before wandering down a few hallways to reach his bedroom. It was better than the one he used to have, with the four poster bed. After Gozaburo died, Kaiba had it refurbished, but it still gave him the creeps. He didn't sleep easy.
"There should be dinner coming up soon, if you're hungry," he informed Jonouchi, "You can use the TV or game stations, too. I have work to finish."
Then, grabbing his briefcase and heading towards the study close by, he disappeared.
"Great," Jonouchi stared in the direction Kaiba had gone. When he'd said he was "stuck" with him, he'd assumed they'd be doing something together. He'd hoped so, rather foolishly.
Jonouchi ended up waiting for dinner, since he'd missed lunch and was definitely hungry. After he'd scarfed it down, he preoccupied himself with the games. For a little while. He couldn't really focus, and after an hour or two, he just lost interest. It might be different if he could play regularly, but it was a one-time thing. Advancing through the levels of Kaiba's collection of new titles just didn't mean as much if Jonouchi wasn't coming back anytime soon.
He fell onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. It was dark; the only light was from the moon, which cast a silvery glow over the floor and bed. Shouldn't Jonouchi be pleased? He was in Kaiba Mansion's master bedroom playing video games. But he wasn't quite content. He didn't really feel comfortable in the room after Kaiba had left. Especially since he'd been sitting in the dark, which wasn't a good idea to begin with. The house already gave him the creeps, this room in particular.
He sat up, deciding he'd go bother Kaiba. Maybe Kaiba would let him read or watch TV in his study. Anything was better than being in this room by himself, feeling restless. Besides, there were better things Jonouchi could be doing with Kaiba that evening. He wanted to see if Kaiba had had made up his mind about them.
When he got to the study, the knob was flush to the door. It was locked. Jonouchi knocked, hoping that Kaiba wouldn't ignore him. He had every right to, of course, but still. It would be kind of an asshole thing to do.
"Kaiba? I know you're hiding in there," Jonouchi spoke through the door. "Don't blow me off."
He heard something from inside. It sounded like grumbling, but Jonouchi wasn't sure. The door knob popped out, and Jonouchi turned it, entering the room. Kaiba was in the process of stumbling to the couch. At first, Jonouchi thought maybe he was injured, but after a little more observation, he realized he was just drunk. That figured.
"Looks like you were having a good time," Jonouchi joked. Or maybe not. Kaiba didn't drink because it enhanced his life experience. He did it out of depression. Not unlike Jonouchi's own father.
"Living the dream," Kaiba remarked, lying on his stomach and tilting his head to the side before sighing, "Every single fucking day."
He didn't seem like he wanted Jonouchi watching him, but it was already too late.
"Were you hoping to play house again in my office?" he asked, his voice a little slurred and incoherent thanks to the alcohol, "We won't get locked in this time..."
Then his face planted into the pillow, the sound of groaning audible. He wasn't pacing himself well.
"That depends on what you mean by "play house"," Jonouchi answered carefully. He sat at the very edge of a couch cushion by Kaiba's legs. He seemed pretty drunk. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to hit on him right now. "I, uh, was hoping you'd made up your mind about us since we talked in the car, but it doesn't look like you did a lot of thinking in here."
"I'm always thinking," Kaiba said in a serious tone while looking back at Jonouchi pointedly before glaring, "I'm never not thinking about something... I haven't made up my mind about you yet. Why does it even matter to you so much? It's not like you're being starved of physical contact..."
"No, but then again, I have quite an appetite," Jonouchi tried joking before feeling very stupid inside. "I guess you could call yourself a delicacy, in that context. This is important to me, you know."
"You have strange priorities," Kaiba dead panned.
"Ha!" Did Jonouchi sound as dumb as he felt? He didn't know. Anxiety made his mouth run rampant."You've already covered food and shelter for me tonight. Logical next step is sex, right?"
Kaiba just stared at him for a while, appearing unamused. "You seem really eager."
"If I recall, you said you would be too, in my shoes," Jonouchi joked, "Can you blame me? I mean, look at what my options are. I might get to fool around with you."
He wasn't being very subtle, but Kaiba was too that mean he was taking advantage? Uncomfortable thought.
Just teasing was fun though, in Jonouchi's opinion. Especially since Kaiba was so nonchalant about the whole thing.
"If I was willing," Kaiba offered, turning onto his back and sitting up against the arm of the couch, "What would you want to do?"
"Well, I liked making out with you. That was fun," Jonouchi began, unable to fight back a grin, "And I didn't mind lying under you. Or straddling you. Whichever you like me doing. I'm flexible."
Jonouchi wondered if Kaiba was just making conversation out of curiosity, or if he was genuinely interested. He didn't have the sense to figure out which. Kaiba was too damn impossible to read.
"But," Kaiba interrupted, looking at Jonouchi more intently than before, "If I was willing, what would you want to do? Really want to do?"
He moved so he was now lying towards Jonouchi's side, letting his legs hang off the arm of the couch and crossing them while staring at his companion's face.
"If I wasn't going to turn you down."
"Huh..."
Jonouchi wasn't sure exactly what Kaiba meant. Was he was talking about sex, or something other than that? Kaiba's tone made the context questionable. Jonouchi wasn't sure what to say. He was hesitant to mention anything about dating, since he didn't think it was a good idea in the first place, and he was already technically attached to someone, too. He knew Kaiba wasn't interested in him... At least, not emotionally. Sex was just sex.
Even if he was, it would probably end badly. For Jonouchi. Kaiba would go on his merry way, in all likelihood.
"I would want... whatever you were willing to give," Jonouchi answered. Kaiba was close enough that Jonouchi could get little whiffs of Kaiba's cologne. He'd worn some today himself, trying to impress managers while he went around for interviews. People certainly seemed to like him more when he seemed like he wasn't street trash. "Why do you ask?"
"I was curious."
Kaiba started staring at the ceiling before looking back over at Jonouchi's eyes, peering at him quizzically like something was amiss.
"You're different today," Kaiba observed. " Your clothes don't look right and you smell like you've been wearing cologne you can't actually afford, and while I think Ralph Lauren is rather nice... it doesn't fit you. I prefer your normal smell.
"Also, you didn't come here wearing sneakers."
"What the fuck? Nothing gets past you, does it?" Jonouchi asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Why Kaiba was so uncomfortable with actual decent clothes on him, he wasn't sure. Maybe Kaiba didn't like being surprised with the change. Whatever the answer, it was rude that he said something so bluntly. "I'm looking for a new job. Managers like you better if your shoes aren't multi-colored sneakers you've been wearing since the ninth grade..."
Jonouchi's rude manners and crude speech patterns did him no favors. At least if looks could get him a foot in the door, Jonouchi could use his friendliness and charm to his advantage. Still, putting on cologne wasn't something that he felt was appropriate for his life. He resolved to stop when he had employment.
"I can't believe you even noticed my smell," Jonouchi mumbled awkwardly, "I figured you'd like the cologne better. You wear stuff all the time..."
"It's unsettling. Not what I was expecting to see from you," Kaiba admitted. "Who was dressing you? I know you didn't pick out this stuff yourself."
"I got advice from someone who's a lot more successful than I am," Jonouchi replied. Kaiba was acting weird. Jonouchi could stand to wear something a little less tight, in his opinion, but having nice clothes for the first time didn't exactly upset him. Maybe next time he'd actually be able to pick for himself.
"And apparently more gay than me, too," Jonouchi added. "I didn't ask. It's not like I know shit about clothes. I would have probably ended up with something that didn't even fit right if I didn't have help."
Jonouchi still wasn't sure about Kitamura. He didn't know if he was actually gay, or just horny. Little things he did seemed queer, but on the whole Jonouchi couldn't tell. Maybe eventually he'd just come right out and ask.
"What, you don't like the way I look?" Jonouchi asked Kaiba, smirking as he tried turning the tables. "You at least have to admit these jeans make my ass look pretty good."
"Still not as good as mine..." Kaiba answered in a flat tone.
"Well, I think that would require more than a good pair of pants," Jonouchi laughed, "Trust me, I don't think I've surpassed you, by any means."
His attention was drawn to the white pants Kaiba was wearing. They seemed to be some kind of denim, but they fit snugly and had a very smooth surface. Not quite as nice as the leather pants, but still pretty good looking on him.
"Are you saying that my new clothes are unattractive?" Jonouchi asked somewhat seriously. He could feel himself getting really anxious for some reason, no matter how much he tried to push back those kind of feelings. Who cared what Kaiba thought of his clothes. "Because if that's all that's stopping you, Kaiba, I'll take them off right now," Jonouchi joked.
"Tch, no," Kaiba answered again, this time sounding more irritable. "They just don't seem to fit you."
"You aren't put off, then?" Jonouchi asked before grinning, scooting a little closer to Kaiba on the couch. "What's making you so unsure?"
Kaiba raised an eyebrow when he felt his personal space being invaded, but did nothing. He was too drunk to move, and laying on his stomach still, he just stared at Jonouchi before thinking of something to say, raising his head with his chin.
"What's making you so eager?"
"You, obviously," Jonouchi purred, meeting Kaiba's eyes, "You should already know that after what happened a few days ago."
"I thought you'd cool down," Kaiba replied. "Eventually."
"Cool down?" Jonouchi broke into a fit of laughter before catching himself, unable to school his face as Kaiba stared at him. "Sorry, but pounding me into the couch and leaving me all aroused isn't going to do much to cool me down. I'm not gonna die or anything, but I'd prefer doing something with you rather than not."
"You make things hard, Jonouchi."
"Then we're on the right track," Jonouchi joked, unable to stop himself. "But in all seriousness...I do want to fool around with you. It's only as weird as you make it, Kaiba, and if you don't make it weird then I don't have to feel weird either. There's nothing wrong with casually hooking up, if we both want to."
"It's still not a good idea," continued Kaiba, almost sing-song like.
"Yeah, yeah," Jonouchi rolled his eyes, "You've said that before, genius."
Kaiba might not actually be sober enough to really think about it. Jonouchi was disappointed at the thought. It wasn't like a chance like this would just pop up again. More often than not, Jonouchi was with Mokuba when he went to Kaiba Mansion, and Kaiba was always busy. For them to have time alone, in a secluded place, with Mokuba not even in the house...
"I am going to bed."
Kaiba got up and staggered over to the desk, shutting his laptop off before taking the sake and walking off to what Jonouchi could only assume was his bedroom. Jonouchi had left the TV on and whatever game was still paused, and Kaiba slipped off his shoes before placing the alcohol on his bedside table and falling face down into the pillows again.
The door closed, and Jonouchi came inside. He figured he'd follow. At least he wouldn't be alone tonight.
"It's still chilled. The sake," Kaiba mumbled, " If you want it."
"That's very uncharacteristically thoughtful of you," Jonouchi replied, feeling sorely tempted. He liked drinking, and being tipsy while possibly fooling around with Kaiba seemed like a fun idea, but he had a feeling he shouldn't. Kaiba was clearly drunk, and if he was drunk too...well, that could escalate things. They might have some regrets the next day if neither of them was responsible enough to stop.
"But I'm not gonna drink tonight," Jonouchi declined, lounging on the bed beside Kaiba, "I think I'll go without."
Kaiba was lying on his stomach. That wasn't exactly a receptive position. Maybe they'd just be sleeping tonight, after all. Or Kaiba was too lazy to roll over. Jonouchi poked his waist to see what would work.
He got slapped before Kaiba's head turned around.
"What are you doing?" Kaiba demanded. "I'm not fat! Stop poking me like a pincushion."
"What-" Jonouchi had no idea why Kaiba even mentioned fat. Someone was sensitive. "Jeez, I was trying to figure out what you're up to. If you're tired, you can just lie on your back, you know."
"I'm not tired. I'm an insomniac, remember?"
"Oh, whatever." Jonouchi laid on his side, facing Kaiba. The light from the television was the only reason he could actually see. He shifted close enough that Kaiba was in arm's reach and tucked his hair out of his face. "I already told you a good way to fall asleep."
Jonouchi ran his fingers through Kaiba's hair, pulling away quickly in case he was going to get swatted. Kaiba seemed to be allowing it, not appearing aggravated, so Jonouchi continued with it. Maybe he was too out of it to question the attention.
Seemed funny how much Kaiba could tolerate, when Jonouchi thought about it. Especially considering all the fuss Kaiba would make about being forced to be around him. Maybe it was just something he secretly enjoyed, if only a little bit. Jonouchi hoped so.
Their faces were close enough that Jonouchi could smell the drink on Kaiba's breath. "Last time we stopped prematurely."
"Then how exactly would you have us finish?" asked Kaiba, looking back before just turning around and laying on his side, "I already told you my thoughts on this. You like me, and I don't care if you won't admit it, I'm pretty confident in my assessment about you. I'm good at reading people."
"Yeah, sure," Jonouchi brushed off the subject, feeling his face burn up just a little bit. He didn't need to analyze how much or little he was crushing on Kaiba, if at all. "I'm not suggesting full-on sex. You're too drunk for that... But there are other things we could do. Things that would result in taking our clothes of," Jonouchi muttered in a low voice. "You might surprise yourself a little, Kaiba, and enjoy it."
"You want to see me naked then?" Kaiba asked, raising a brow. "I'm not sure if I want to be that generous tonight. Why should I give you that pleasure?"
"Because it feels better without clothes, asshole," Jonouchi shot back. He wasn't sure if he should frown from Kaiba's arrogance or smile. "It's not just for my pleasure, Kaiba. I'm sure you'll get something out of it, too."
"I'll consider it," replied Kaiba, rolling onto his back, "But only after you tell me about this crush of yours. No more saving face bullshit or we aren't continuing with anything."
Kaiba stared at Jonouchi after that, his sharp blue eyes not letting up from piercing into Jonouchi's hazel ones, despite the both of them being in dim light. The room was dark, and Jonouchi could still make out enough to catch his gaze; he moved away from the intensity before he felt Kaiba's fingertips playing against his forearm.
"Tell me you like me."
"Why, to feed your ego trip?" Jonouchi asked, his expression souring. He sighed, still feeling reluctant to admit to anything. Kaiba certainly already knew, and apparently wasn't bothered by it. He was looking for the satisfaction of hearing it outloud but Jonouchi didn't want to say it. He had enough complications in his life without admitting his humiliating crush to his romantic interest.
"If you're that determined, fine," Jonouchi spat before folding his arms across his chest. He blew out sharply out of his nose before closing his eyes defiantly. "I do like you, Kaiba... just a little bit. Nothing serious. Don't make a big deal out of it, I'm not even sure why."
"I want to know why though," Kaiba asked, pinching Jonouchi's arm just slightly. "There's always a reason for it."
"I don't know." Jonouchi frowned. Kaiba was trying to get a rise out of him. For someone so reclusive, Kaiba had no problem getting into Jonouchi's own personal space... "You're interesting, always have been. I try not to think about it too much," Jonouchi felt his face heating up. At least it probably wasn't visible in the low light. "I mean-."
Jonouchi gathered his thoughts. Kaiba was okay when he wasn't being horrible. It had been a while since he'd actually tossed an insult at Jonouchi, surprisingly enough. It wasn't like Kaiba hadn't had plenty of opportunity. Usually Kaiba never let a chance go to jab Jonouchi just a little bit.
"Your personality can be attractive, when you aren't coming after me," Jonouchi stated hesitantly, "There are a lot of things I like about you. I just get distracted from it when you're an asshole to me...
"You seem to have decided against doing that, lately."
"I figured you weren't going to leave me alone regardless," Kaiba replied. "It was a wasted effort."
"Figured that out, did you?" Jonouchi grinned in spite of himself. "You're pretty intelligent after all. Aren't you glad I stuck around, though? Now you have some company."
Kaiba snorted, rolling his eyes before moving his head up higher against the pillows.
"Tch."
Jonouchi snickered at Kaiba's expense before falling silent for a few seconds. Kaiba's hand was still on his arm. He wasn't sure exactly what was happening at the moment. A heart to heart talk wasn't the first thing he'd had on his agenda for the evening, but whatever. It wasn't exactly easy to openly talk with Kaiba anyways. At least he'd gotten somewhere.
"Why are you so concerned about me liking you?" Jonouchi asked. Kaiba's eyes were closed. He wasn't looking at Jonouchi, but he still seemed alert. "Are you just just playing with my feelings or what?"
"I don't want you becoming my stalker ex-girlfriend."
"What?" Jonouchi snorted darkly, glaring at Kaiba's relaxed face. "Are you kidding me? That isn't going to happen, asshole. I'm not a girl, for one, and I'm not that sensitive. I appreciate you not jumping at the chance to fuck me and leave me, I guess, but wow. I'm not going to tie you up in my basement because we fooled around a few times."
"Jonouchi, you don't have a basement," Kaiba informed him. "And you're always around. You're the only member of the nerd herd who still talks to Mokuba on a daily basis, and I don't want my hook ups messing with his happiness. It's better not to get involved with you, since it would just complicate things... besides my other reasons I already told you."
"What if I promised you that I wouldn't take it out on Mokuba if something happened?" Jonouchi asked. He was slightly insulted but it was a legitimate concern, he supposed. However, Jonouchi had no intention of shunning Mokuba out because he was pissed at Kaiba. He never had before, not even when the kid was a massive brat who insulted him because it was the 'cool thing to do'. Jonouchi knew how to take things in stride. "I'm not a jerk like that, Kaiba. Besides, I liked the kid before I ever gave a thought about you."
"I'd prefer to not take a chance," Kaiba replied, looking at Jonouchi honestly, "I don't think you'd take it out on him. But you wouldn't want to hang around here much, either."
"It wouldn't matter if I didn't see you," Jonouchi sighed, "You're thinking into it too much, Kaiba. We're not dating. I won't get all broken up if we fool around and you won't cuddle afterward."
"As long as that's clear," Kaiba snorted.
"I can deal with that," Jonouchi replied. He doubted Kaiba was drunk anymore. From the way he spoke, Kaiba seemed perfectly sober now. If anything, Jonouchi wished he was drunk so he wouldn't have to feel so under the radar and uncomfortable at the moment. "I'm not going to beg for you if you aren't even a little bit interested in me."
Jonouchi would rather keep whatever bit of pride he had left than grovel for Kaiba's dick and attention. Sure, he hoped Kaiba would change his mind eventually, but until that happened, Jonouchi would have to be happy with whatever he got. He could deal with just that, honestly. It was satisfying enough just kissing Kaiba, as much as Jonouchi hated to admit it. Much as Jonouchi wanted more, he wasn't going to complain. He enjoyed it more than actual sex with Kitamura.
What did that say about him, though?
"I am somewhat interested in you," Kaiba spoke, finally opening his eyes to look Jonouchi in the face. Instead of playing along Jonouchi's forearm, he held Jonouchi by the wrist. If Kitamura had done that, Jonouchi would have felt himself start to panic, but instead, it just made his heart beat a little faster. Maybe Kaiba could tell, because his lips were turning into a smirk.
"Good," Jonouchi choked out, still watching Kaiba's face. What was he playing at? Jonouchi moved closer to him, still unsure of how to react. Kaiba didn't complain about the proximity, so he figured it was probably safe to continue. At least for now. "Are you attracted to me or not?"
"I think you already know the answer to that question, Jonouchi. Don't play dumb."
Jonouchi felt caught in Kaiba's stare for a moment. They were really close, and he usually had the bad habit of looking at people's eyes more sharply than what was socially appropriate, but Jonouchi wasn't going to shy away now. He never really did, unless he was upset or embarrassed.
Kaiba's hands moved and Jonouchi jumped for a second before swallowing. He didn't know quite why he felt so nervous now, but he could feel his heart nearly beating out of his chest before finally gathering enough sense to control his own limbs himself.
He was holding Jonouchi's waist. Jonouchi took that as a cue to move, so he hesitantly began to straddle Kaiba around his hips, avoiding eye contact before finally getting his balance. Feeling an arm around his wrist again, Jonouchi looked up to see Kaiba peering up at him with an amused expression across his face. Clearly his nervousness had been noted.
Jonouchi bit his lip before leaning in to finally kiss him. He was slightly more confident now that he knew Kaiba wasn't reluctant. Definitely a little lazy, though. It figured that sex was the one thing he didn't put one hundred and ten percent effort into. Kaiba did reciprocate, though, and Jonouchi sucked in a breath when the grip on his hips tightened. He could feel a grip in his hair move to his neck, and Jonouchi gasped when he felt teeth on his lower lip suddenly.
Not put off, Jonouchi started grinding against him. It was hard to do while leaning forward, but he didn't want to break the lip contact. It felt too good. Kaiba's lips were soft, but he was aggressive enough that Jonouchi didn't feel like he wasn't doing all the work. The change in Kaiba's breathing, and the occasional squeeze of his hands on his hips when he pulled him closer, was all he needed. As long as he was engaged.
"Didn't you promise me nudity?" Jonouchi asked when he paused to catch his breath. He didn't like clothes in the way. He remembered the feeling of skin-on-skin contact from the last time they'd done this, and if he was allowed to get Kaiba's pants off, then he'd consider the evening a success.
"I didn't promise you anything," mumbled Kaiba back. "That was your hope."
"You say that like you wouldn't enjoy the prospect of seeing me with my clothes off," Jonouchi challenged. "Stop being so difficult."
Kaiba scoffed before he pulled away, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand before raising himself to help Jonouchi take off his shirt. It was a snug black thing, brand new from Kitamura. It wasn't worn out like Jonouchi's other clothes. Jonouchi watched Kaiba toss it onto the floor before touching his bare skin, letting his fingertips trail along his ribcage before holding back onto Jonouchi's hips.
"You have a body of an athlete," Kaiba observed, "You sucked at Judo, though."
"That was in high school," Jonouchi mumbled.
Kaiba had been watching him. Now that was interesting. Now it made Jonouchi just wonder. He made a sour face as Kaiba grinned before taking off his black turtleneck. He threw it into Jonouchi's face before Jonouchi could react and Jonouchi felt himself get flipped over in the bed, still straddling along Kaiba's hips.
"You still suck," Kaiba noted.
"Pfft," Jonouchi replied looking away out of embarrassment. "Mokuba told me about you and martial arts. You've been professionally trained. I've only had experience in the streets."
He'd known Kaiba had some kind of advanced training. Jonouchi had seen him defend himself before, several times. He'd seen Kaiba knock people to the floor whether it was self-defense or not. Still, it was so infrequent a thing that Jonouchi didn't really think about it much until now.
He got one hand on the back of Kaiba's neck and coaxed him to bend down. Not that Kaiba couldn't have resisted if he'd wanted to, but obviously Kaiba was on the same page. Jonouchi sat up a little to meet his lips, and then lay back down as Kaiba continued to grind against him. Jonouchi didn't mind at all. He'd assumed Kaiba was going to be too lazy to take any true initiative, but maybe he was just pretending to be uninterested for his own amusement.
Jonouchi let Kaiba lead, allowing their motions to match up until they were in sync. His hands slide from Kaiba's shoulders and over his chest, grazing over the firm pectorals. Kaiba's physique was so lean, it was a little surprising. If it was at all possible, Kaiba had a lower body fat percentage than Jonouchi did. Of course, they were slim for very different reasons, but Jonouchi wasn't going to complain. Kaiba looked like a supermodel, now more than ever.
Jonouchi's fingers eventually hooked under the hem of Kaiba's pants. He wanted them off and Kaba's thick, uncomfortable belt buckle out of the way. It wasn't painful but it was annoying.
Jonouchi felt Kaiba's tongue pressing against his, darting over his lower lip so quickly that it made him shudder a little. He pulled down on Kaiba's pant hem, bucking into him and trying to give him a hint. He hoped Kaiba wouldn't freak out again and stop now that they'd gotten to this point.
Jonouchi paused. He slowly unfastened the buckle as Kaiba stopped grinding and started sucking on his neck. The mark Kaiba had left before was gone now. Freezing up, Jonouchi felt a flash of anxiety about Kitamura seeing another one of Kaiba's love bites, but he brushed it off. He liked it, and he probably wouldn't be seeing Kitamura within the week.
Managing to remove Kaiba's belt, Jonouchi began working on getting his pants down his hips. It wasn't easy. The angle only made it harder, and Kaiba's slacks were so snug that Jonouchi eventually became frustrated.
"I can't get your pants off," Jonouchi complained. He knew Kaiba would probably laugh at him for it, but he didn't care. His patience was waning.
"You should ask them please," Kaiba snorted.
"What?" Jonouchi stared at Kaiba sideways, wondering what exactly he meant by that. "Don't make a joke, you ass. Help me out unless you want to stop sucking on me like some vampire."
Snorting in response, Kaiba helped himself out of the pants before taking Jonouchi out of his and settling his weight between Jonouchi's legs. He grabbed Jonouchi's arms over his head, and Jonouchi released a noise from surprise as his eyes widened marginally. He held on tightly to the sheets as Kaiba drove him harder into the bed. Jonouchi hadn't expected that, not that he was displeased,. Kaiba being eager wasn't a bad thing. The aggression just made him more excited, if he was at all honest with himself, and he could hardly keep himself from making that vocally apparent.
Kaiba was strong, and Jonouchi found himself enjoying being pushed down as he felt the heat in his groin begin to intensify. Everything was tight, like a coiled spring in his belly. He started to moan periodically, feeling a little embarrassed about getting so worked up but he doubted Kaiba cared. He seemed just as aroused, if not more.
Bare skin was a vast improvement over having jeans in the way. Jonouchi thought. The pleasure increased, and the sensation of Kaiba rubbing against him was exponentially more pleasant than rough denim. Jonouchi felt moisture lubricating his skin, and he could smell Kaiba's distinctive musk now that they were both lathered in perspiration. Jonouchi's moaning was momentarily silenced by a heated kiss, but that didn't last very long. The motion was too frantic to maintain lip contact, and neither of them was going to sacrifice sexual contact for kissing.
Jonouchi's legs started to shake, and his eyes squeezed shut as he shuddered, sweat dripping off his eyelids. He felt like he was getting close, now at full arousal, but wasn't quite able to reach that final stretch. It was almost infuriating even as it was pleasurable. Hands pinned down, he could even touch himself.
He made a sound of surprise when Kaiba pulled back, but before he could ask about it,Kaiba's lips and teeth were all along his very exposed neck. A hat, wet tongue flickered around Jonouchi's ear, and shuddering, Jonouchi tried pulling back some when he felt teeth grasp along the lobe before the sensation of sucking.
The feeling of exposure did nothing to dissettle Jonouchi. If he had to be honest, it just turned him on more. Maybe Kaiba had known it would, which was an embarrassing thought, but he couldn't bring himself to be upset about it while he was writhing under him in pleasure. Jonouchi could feel himself nearly reaching climax, his breath coming quickly as he moaned shamelessly, feeling Kaiba actually bite down on his neck before a hand finally pleasured him to completion.
Jonouchi gasped loudly, arching into Kaiba and pulling against his restraining hands before falling limp. He sighed as the last waves of the orgasm passed and Kaiba continued grinding into him, stopping with a sharp groan. Kaiba shuddered before falling on top of him, although Jonouchi thought Kaiba had certainly been more dignified about it than Jonouchi had...
Kaiba's body was like dense dead weight, but Jonouchi was still catching his breath and couldn't be bothered to ask him to move. He didn't want to lose the physical contact just yet, anyway. He lazily lifted his hand and ran his fingers through his hair. It was a little damp, especially at the base of his neck, but Jonouchi wasn't overly bothered by sweat. That was the least of his worries.
The scent of musk and fluid was heavy in the air. Jonouchi knew his own smell; before he actually started being sexually active, he'd been as somewhat dedicated masturbator. He also identified Kaiba's smell briefly before he lost track of which was which and they just seemed like one. Kaiba smelled different from Kitamura, better even, though what caused the difference, Jonouchi couldn't identify. Maybe it was diet. He didn't know.
"Don't tell me you fell asleep," Jonouchi asked after a period of silence. Kaiba was breathing heavily, and didn't look like he was moving anytime soon.
"No, I'm quite awake, thank you."
Kaiba rolled off of him before getting out of bed and disappearing over to the bathroom. Jonouchi watched him grab a damp towel, and Kaiba dropped it near him before grabbing the remote control for the TV and turning it off.
Then, finally, Kaiba came back to bed and wiped them both off. It was a little gross, Jonouchi wasn't going to lie, but it was easy enough to get rid of. Once that was done, Kaiba went back and dumped it all in the sink before returning to bed, lying on his stomach to presumably sleep.
Jonouchi blinked. "Thanks."
"Don't stare at my ass," Kaiba remarked, smirking a little with his eyes closed, "I know you'll feel tempted."
"I can't stare while I'm sleeping, jerkface," Jonouchi rolled his eyes. "Besides, I'm not in the mood anymore. Too tired..."
Jonouchi was drained, physically, but the pain in his feet and legs was gone and he felt relaxed. And satisfied, for once. He laid on his side, facing Kaiba, who was still lying on his stomach.
"That was good, by the way. I'm surprised."
"Surprised?" Kaiba scoffed, sounding slightly offended. "-I didn't mean to bite you so hard... Don't punch me tomorrow if you bruise. I'll make it up to you with food or something."
"Don't worry about it," Jonouchi sighed, "I liked it. But I won't mind getting food, anyway."
Jonouchi hadn't expected that much aggression. He was pleased by it, but it had been unexpected. Kaiba seemed so hesitant and reserved about sex that Jonouchi was shocked by his behavior when they actually did something. Pulling hair had been one thing, but tonight was something else entirely...
"Maybe we can eat together in the morning before you escape to your office," Jonouchi suggested. "I can be quick."
"If we eat together, doesn't that make it a date?" inquired Kaiba, opening his eyes and batting his lashes flirtatiously, "I guess we can do that, as long as you're quick."
Jonouchi snorted, but a smile spread across his face anyway. He wasn't thinking about a date so much as just not avoiding each other the day after. Still, Kaiba had agreed, and that was the important part.
Sighing, Jonouchi tried getting comfortable on his side of the bed. The damn thing was huge, and he had enough space to roll over twice and still not touch Kaiba on the other side. They were both closer to the middle than their own ends, and Jonouchi was grateful for the physical contact. He still didn't quite like the way the room felt, and it would have been unsettling to fall asleep feeling like he was going to just float into space.
"Do you still like me?" Kaiba asked, blowing in Jonouchi's face before Jonouchi rubbed his eyes in annoyance.
"Yeah," Jonouchi answered, still rubbing at his eyes but fighting back a grin, "I still like you. Especially now that I know you like it rough."
Jonouchi was joking, of course, but it was true that he was probably even more invested in them having sex now. Emotionally, he wouldn't say. But physically, Kaiba was remarkably satisfying.
"All be sure to remember that then," Kaiba promised with a laugh
"Don't get a big head over it. I'm not looking to date you or anything," Jonouchi remarked, "I just liked your performance."
Kaiba snorted. "I never said anything about dating."
"No, but I'm just making that clear," Jonouchi muttered, but it was so quiet and slurred that he doubted it was coherent. He couldn't really blame Kaiba for avoiding a relationship like the plague, or at least fearing the attachment, but Jonouchi planned to avoid that, too. Unless Kaiba showed some sign that he was going to take Jonouchi seriously, it wasn't going to be on Jonouchi's agenda. The physical relationship was fine, and Jonouchi was happy to have that without the complication of being truly intimate together.
Kaiba didn't seem like the right person to cling onto, anyways. He wasn't horrible, but the both of them had too many problems, in Jonouchi's opinion. Kaiba probably felt the same way, or at least felt that way about Jonouchi. Besides, the history between them was weird and Jonouchi didn't like thinking about them in that kind of context. Too weird. It made him blush.
Closing his eyes, Jonouchi tried not to think too much anymore. He'd gotten what he wanted. Kaiba wasn't avoiding him. They fell asleep pressed back-to-back with and Jonouchi felt better that way.