Stupid Romantic
Jounouchi blinked the sleep from his eyes, squinting against the light that invaded the living room. He was still on the floor; Yuugi was sleeping peacefully, snuggled against him. He looked innocent. Jounouchi snorted softly with laughter. What a crock of shit. Still, he didn't want to wake the snoring teen, lying silently as he tried to sort out his thoughts.
Was he a pervert? After all, he had just had sex with his best friend… his very male best friend! Jounouchi figured that it didn't get much more perverted than that. And for that matter, why had he done it? Sure, 'it's a game' and 'experimenting' were good short-term excuses, but now that it was morning and light was cast on the matter -
Or rather, cast across their naked bodies, intertwined on the floor; the sight sent the most delightful shiver up Jounouchi's spine.
- he had to look at it from a slightly different point of view. Was he gay? Wait, he couldn't be gay! Gay men were sissies and…
Yuugi had been into it last night… the fact hit Jounouchi like a ton of bricks: Yuugi was gay!
Wow, you're slow on the uptake there, Jou!
Well, that put a new spin on his impression of gay guys. Sure, Yuugi could be sort of sissy-ish at times, but he could also be tough and determined… in his own special, half-pint way. With a guilty blush, Jounouchi also noted that if Yuugi asserted just half of the self-assurance and dominance that he had shown last night, people wouldn't give him so much shit. Then again, that would be a little sad; Jounouchi loved to protect Yuugi.
He looked down at Yuugi fondly. It was odd. He felt… giddy? Sort of like in a movie, when a schoolgirl swoons after her first kiss. Wait, was he saying that he was like a giddy schoolgirl? Ah! Did he just compare himself to a girl?
Yuugi stirred, stretching out and yawning. His hand accidentally bumped Jounouchi's face, effectively bringing Jounouchi out of his self-induced horror. "G'morn," Yuugi mumbled against his chest. "How you feelin'?"
Come to think of it… He was sore. He hadn't noticed while he was buried in thought, but he wasn't feeling so great in his lower body area. "I'm fine." It wasn't a lie; he didn't feel horrible, he just wasn't going to be volunteering to run any marathons in his near future.
"Mm, s'good. Let's do something stupid and romantic today."
"Like what?" Romantic? Jounouchi hadn't thought about the romantic implications of what they had done. Hadn't Yuugi been all about sex?
"I dunno," Yuugi grumbled sleepily. "Let's fuck in the park or something."
Oh. That was sex. Was Jounouchi upset or relieved? "Yuugi, people would see."
"That makes it stupid."
Jounouchi gave another small snort-laugh. "No shit."
Yuugi nodded, laughing sleepily. "Aptly put. Let's go take a shower."
Together? Jounouchi didn't think that was…
Oh, to hell with thought! It couldn't hurt, he needed a shower, and it wasn't as though he had anything to hide from Yuugi. He sat up, forcing Yuugi up with him. "Shower it is."
A couple of hours later Jounouchi once again found himself back in the mall, due to Yuugi's sudden urge to go buy some new pants. Hadn't he just bought pants last night? Jounouchi had never realized how much Yuugi enjoyed shopping, nor had he realized that Yuugi was known by name in any clothing store that sold clothes that were adorned with buckles, chains, metal, or were otherwise Yuugi-ish in nature. Jounouchi amused himself by reformulating his theory that Yuugi's clothes didn't match his demeanor; actually, the clothes seemed to suite him a lot more now that Jounouchi thought about it… not to mention they left much less to his imagination.
Ah! He was being schoolgirl-ish again! He crossed his arms over his chest, scowling. It wasn't his fault that Yuugi looked good in boy-whore clothes.
"Jou!" Yuugi called from the dressing room. "Come here!" Jounouchi obeyed, walking over to see that Yuugi was leaning against the doorframe of one of the dressing room stalls, dressed in his own clothes.
"What?"
"Shh." Yuugi grinned and pressed his finger to his lips. He looked around and then yanked Jounouchi into the room by the belt loops of his jeans. Jounouchi followed without fight as Yuugi urged him to a chair in the corner; all questions he may have been considering asking were shocked out of him as Yuugi straddled him, kissing him fiercely.
"Did you insist on clothes shopping just to rape me a dressing room?" Jounouchi asked, interrupting Yuugi's kiss.
"No," Yuugi said innocently. "I thought of it while I was getting dressed."
"Sure," Jounouchi teased, stretching the word out.
"Honestly!" Yuugi protested. "But if you don't believe me, I'll just-" He started to climb off Jounouchi's lap, but was quickly yanked back. Jounouchi kissed him and let his hands rest on Yuugi's hips. Yuugi moaned softly into the kiss, grinding down against the bulge in Jounouchi's pants. The blond broke the kiss to gasp, arms seeking a tighter hold on Yuugi's slim waist. Yuugi did it again, and instinctively Jounouchi retaliated. They quickly fell into a rhythm of grinding and kissing, capturing lips to hide impetuous giggles and groans of pleasure.
Until there was a timid knock on the door. "Um, sir…s… I'm going to need to ask you to leave if you…"
"Oh, okay!" Yuugi said brightly, interrupting the nervous announcement of the man on the other side of the door. Jounouchi paled. Someone knew what they were doing! Yuugi didn't look the least bit ashamed as he pressed a quick kiss to Jounouchi's lips and jumped off his lap. He retrieved the pants he intended to buy off the floor and left the dressing room, whistling in a way that was simply oozing with mock-innocence.
Jounouchi was amused to see how the cashier couldn't meet Yuugi's eyes as he purchased the pants.
"Well," Jounouchi said once they were out of the store, standing outside and looking around for something else to do, "that was stupid…"
"…and I guess it counts as romantic," Yuugi finished. He was looking around, brow scrunched in thought.
"Yenny for your thoughts," Jounouchi joked, poking Yuugi in shoulder. {1}
"I was thinking… we should go do pictures!" Yuugi grabbed Jounouchi by the wrist, and - in something akin to horror - he let himself be dragged to the arcade.
"Why?" Jounouchi managed to ask once Yuugi had the plastic mockeries of curtains closed around the booth. Yuugi dropped his money into the machine, and the quazi-electronica music started up. He didn't answer right away, choosing different things on the screen in front of him, humming contentedly. Finally Yuugi looked over his shoulder and grinned.
"Well, no one can see us here…"
Jounouchi's eyes widened as Yuugi advanced towards him, small hands undoing his jeans as the female voice counted down: "San. Ni. Ichi!"
"Oh, but they're great pictures!" Yuugi whined playfully as he unlocked the front door to his house.
"Yea, great if you're in the porn industry," Jounouchi retorted. "I'm hiding them and never telling you where they are."
"Aw, but I want to keep them!"
"You shouldn't have told me you were going to put one on the cover of your notebook."
Yuugi stuck out his tongue as he entered the house. "You're such a prude, Jou."
"Yea, well, you're not the one making funny faces… I can't believe I actually look like that." Jounouchi scowled, remembering the pictures nestled safely in his back pocket.
"Oh, you're so sensitive; everyone makes funny faces when they get off."
Jounouchi didn't respond, instead going to the kitchen to appease his grumbling stomach.
They got nothing productive done that day.
Tried to make something for lunch, ended up going at it on the kitchen floor.
Tried to watch TV, made out on the couch instead… and then fell off said couch in the process.
Finally they gave up on pretending to pay attention to anything except each other.
Jounouchi didn't understand it. There was something irresistible about Yuugi, something intoxicating. At least once he wondered if he had slipped into some other dimension, or perhaps a strange dream from which he would soon wake up. At least that would explain why Yuugi was so in control, and why Jounouchi liked giving in so much. He never liked when anyone got the better of him… and Yuugi was getting his best.
"It's almost dinnertime," Yuugi announced suddenly from where he was lying atop Jounouchi. "I feel so lazy; I don't want to move."
"Mm," was Jounouchi's only reply.
Yuugi sat up and continued, "But we have to eat dinner so we can eat dessert."
"Oh?" Jounouchi quirked an eyebrow. "And what do you have in mind for dessert?"
With a giggle Yuugi hopped off the couch and leaned down to give Jounouchi a kiss. Then he answered scandalously, "You."
- author says -
{1} "Yenny" is not a typo. We used to call the one-yen piece "Yennies" (you know, like pennies?) or - alternately - "head-flickers." Seriously, they're light-weight, small, and about as useful as a penny. I figured that since I was trying to come from a Japan-ish sort of environment, "penny" would be too American… then again, I guess the term "penny for your thoughts" is pretty American, so what can I say? Other than… yea, not a typo.
Hehe, excuse my language, but holy fuck on a stick. Am very (pleasantly) shocked by the reactions to this story. ^_^ And when I said I had read 1 Yuugi-on-top story… I lied. *hang head in shame* I had completely forgotten about 'After School Activities'; I read it forever ago. Great story, so thanks to everyone who pointed it out. XD
This chapter turned out sort of choppy, but was there more for humor… because it sort of gets a little more serious after this. As for that sticker picture… use your imagination! Haha! *not sure why this is so funny*
For some reason, I could just imagine Jounouchi not realizing that Yuugi was gay until the fact was already abundantly obvious to everyone else… that was something fun to write. :)
The most overused word in this chapter is officially "ish". Such a great word…