Hooray! It's Friday!

And I'm congested! Woohoo! Yay!

(My apologies if there are some typos in this chapter…I just took some cold medicine…)

Annnddd…interesting stuff happens in this chapter! Yeah! That's right!

Magic Touch

The black Bentley pulled slowly into the garage. After checking to make sure his dad wasn't home, Joey exited the car; motioning for Yami to do the same.

"This is your house?" Yami asked.

"Yeah," Joey replied. "Nice, huh?"

"Very."

Joey turned his key in the side door and opened it, walking into the kitchen.

"So, why did you bring me here?"

Joey shrugged. "I don't want you to go to work tonight…"

Yami frowned. "What? Why? You expect me to lose a whole day's worth of money? I can't do that."

"What do you possibly pay for? You don't have a house…" Joey paused.

"…Aside form buying your stupid cigarettes." He continued.

Yami scoffed. "Why is that any of your business?"

"Because I intend of breaking you of that habit, too."

Yami chuckled.

"Listen, Barney. I will do as I please; and you are not going to tell me otherwise, understand?

"Whatever."

Yami swallowed. "I need to go back to work tonight. You don't understand. They'll fire me. I need this job."

"Why do you need this job?"

"Because I can't get any other one. Now, move…I need to practice."

Joey's eyes widened.

"Practice?! Practice what?"

"My routine."

Joey eyed him funnily.

"…In my kitchen?"

"No, you dolt. Not in your kitchen…like, elsewhere."

Joey laughed.

"Oh, you mean my bedroom?"

"Shut up."

The boys sat in silence. Joey contemplating in his head exactly what Yami was planning on doing.

"So…" The blonde started. "At the Spider Club the other day…what were you doing?"

Yami sighed.

"At Spider I do stripping…but mostly private shows. At my other club I just do dancing. That one's not as major."

"Do your parents know you do this stuff?"

Yami chuckled. "What parents? The ones that kicked me out of the house when they found out about all this?"

Joey frowned. "What?"

"Yeah, that's right. They live in the suburbs; kicked me out about a couple of years ago. I haven't spoken to them since."

"Wow."

Yami shook it off, heading more towards the hallway once he spotted the stairs.

"Seriously," He said. "I need to practice. If that's okay, of course."

Joey stammered.

"Uh…yeah?"

Yami smiled. "Great. How about your room?"

Joey moved in front of the stairs and headed up, Yami following at his heels. He opened the door to his room and lead Yami inside. Yami sat down on his bed and took off his coat.

"Okay, so, what exactly are you 'practicing'?"

"My dances," He answered. "I need to know if they're…you know, good enough."

Joey choked. "And you want me to do that?"

Yami nodded. He stood up off the bed only to lay down on it again, this time on his back. He slowly began to unbuckle his belt, lifting his rear into the air slightly to remove the device from his waist. He tossed it at Joey.

"This doesn't look like a dance…" Joey observed.

"Does it bother you?"

Joey shrugged.

"It doesn't bother me…it's just kinda weird, that's all."

Yami turned his head towards Joey, smiling. He undid the button on top of his pants and also the ones on his shirt. It was a long-sleeved deep rep shirt; small white buttons glistened the front-disappearing as the boy unattached them.

Joey found himself becoming nervous. Beads of sweat began to drizzle down from his hairline.

Wait…

…Was he attracted to Yami?

Yami slipped his fingers between the openings, pulling it aside gently so a small strip of his middle was showing. He tugged down the brim of his jeans; the lining of his black boxers becoming visible as he shifted his eyes to Joey's.

Yami smiled, pausing.

"Won't you join me?" He inquired softly.

Joey found himself lost for words. Yes, Yami was gorgeous. Yes, he was incredibly seductive…but yes, he was also hurting…

Yami waved his finger.

"I may need an assistant, Joey. Would you mind?"

Joey smiled in his mind.

"Uh…sure, yeah, why not?"

Yami followed the blonde with his eyes as he approached, reaching up his hands and pointing to his shoes.

"Alright, now…you take those off…"

Joey removed Yami's shoes for him. He suddenly found himself taking orders from the boy as Yami instructed him on what to do.

"My shirt, too, if you don't mind?"

Joey nodded, slipping the red cloth off of his shoulders, secretly admiring his bare chest.

"Now my pants…and then my boxers…and then I'll be perfect…" The boy whispered in Joey's ear.

The blonde obeyed the first command before coming to his senses upon the next one.

"Seriously…is this part of your routine?"

Yami nodded.

"If it wasn't, would I be doing it?"

"Probably."

"Hey!"

Joey finally rolled his eyes and tugged off the boys' undergarment. He felt unbelievably awkward at the fact that he was fully clothed- and a fully nude 'prostitute' was in front of him.

Yami began to whisper again.

"And then you lean in…and you kiss me…"

Joey leaned down to kiss the boy, capturing his lips and a surprisingly sweet kiss. His own mouth formed into a smile once the kiss was broken.

…That was until he realized what was happening.

"No…" The blonde whispered. "We can't do this…"

Yami sat up. "Why not?"

"Because…I barely know you. You can't just…I can't-

Yami became frustrated.

"I barely know anyone I do this with! What's the matter with you? Are you afraid to love me?"

"I'm afraid to love you like this…this isn't love. Well, it is when it's between a married couple; but that's not us! There's nothing going on between us!"

"How can you possibly say that? How can you possibly look at me and say that?"

Joey rubbed his hands over his eyes.

"You have some major issues, you know that?"

Yami became startled by his statement.

"How dare you say such a thing! After all I've been through? You don't know the meaning of that word! And maybe I am a little messed up…but at least I have a reason!"

"It would be nice to know what that reason was!"

Yami covered himself with his coat, waiting for Joey to change his mind.

"That's none of your business."

He then began to pull his cigarettes out of his pocket, reaching for his lighter in the other. Joey quickly grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Hey! Do not smoke in here! If my dad smells that I'll be grounded for the rest of my life!"

"So?"

"So quit it!"

Yami scoffed, stuffing the substances back into his pockets and lying back down on the bed. He stared at Joey with pleading eyes.

"Please…" He whispered. "I need this…you don't understand."

Joey turned towards the door as if he were going to leave, then turned back around to face him.

"You promise…what happens in this room stays in this room?"

"Doesn't it always?"

Joey smiled. "Okay."

Yami watched intently as Joey removed his own clothes, climbing on top of the bed to join him. He loved it when he got what he wanted.

Joey leaned down to kiss him, pressing his love all over the boy's neck and chest. Yami reached up and dug his hands into his head, running his fingers through Joey's hair as the blonde slowly pushed into him.

Yami gasped, fluttering his eyes closed and wrapping one of his legs around Joey's waist, sitting up to join him. His breath inhaled and exhaled gently as the blonde began to work faster. He moaned into Joey's mouth as the blonde kissed him again. This time was different-it wasn't like any of the others.

He was…

…Enjoying it?

Yami shouted for the blonde to move harder and faster. Joey instantly obeyed and pressed all of his strength into the boy as Yami began to cry out. Joey really liked that sound. He felt Yami grab onto the skin of his back as is he was holding on for dear life-and never wanted him to stop.

Joey kissed his cheek as he came; gently laying Yami down on the bed as the boy opened his eyes to stare at him.

They smiled at each other in silence before Yami finally spoke:

"Thank you." He whispered.

"You're welcome." The blonde whispered back.

Ooh, yes! Sexy, sweet, and delicious!

May not be as long, or informative, but at least it got your imagination's working!

R&R!

GK09