Hello, friends!

Yes, I know…another lack of update.

But…(gasp!) also another lack of…

…REVIEWS!

OMG!

Oh, well. Whoever wants to read my story can read it. And whoever wants to tell me whether they like it or not can do that.

Sooooo…

Do as your little fingers please!

Magic Touch

The morning came too soon for Yami. Joey on the other hand was relieved to be away because now he could spend some more precious time with his love; more time than they could before Yami quit his job, that is.

So, now the boy was jobless. But it's not like it mattered, considering his boyfriend was a mega-millionaire who could buy him pretty much anything he needed or wanted.

That meant that they could spend all of their spare time together, just how Joey wanted it.

The blonde opened his eyes and stared into his partner's face, smiling.

"'Morning." He whispered.

Yami took in a breath of the new day and smiled back at him.

"Good morning."

"Sleep okay?"

Yami shrugged.

"I suppose. Still having a bit of a headache, though."

Joey nodded, sitting up out of bed and moving over to the blinds to let some light into the room.

…He froze when he spotted his father's car still sitting at the end of the driveway.

Yami frowned.

"What's the matter?"

Joey quickly shushed him, clambering over to the bed and throwing a hand over Yami's mouth.

Yami chuckled in response, thinking the blonde was simply joking.

Joey removed his hand from Yami's mouth as Yami leaned his head inward.

"What is it?" He whispered.

"My dad's still here," The blonde whispered back. "He didn't go to work."

Yami's eyes widened.

"I thought you said he worked all the time?"

Joey frantically ran a hand through his hair.

"He does! What if he came in here…oh, jeez…"

Yami gently slid the covers off of himself, standing up off of the bed to comfort the nervous blonde.

"Does anything look different than last night?"

"I don't know!" Joey yelled.

"Well don't yell! He'll hear you talking to someone!"

"Sorry!"

Joey grabbed his robe from the closet; pausing briefly, he grabbed Yami by the shoulders and backed him up, pushing him into the closet.

"What are you…?"

Yami didn't get a chance to finish his question as clothes were slid back overtop of him and the closet door was slammed shut.

"Fine…" Yami whispered to himself sarcastically. "I'll hide in the closet…"

Joey calmly made his way downstairs, taking a breath before walking into the kitchen.

His father, Samuel, was sitting at the kitchen table. A bowl of cereal and a newspaper were positioned in front of him. The tip of the paper lowered when Joey entered the room.

"Good morning, Joseph." He stated, Joey catching on to a strange anger in his voice.

"Good morning…"

"Did you sleep okay?"

Joey played it cool.

"Pretty good, pretty good; How about you?"

No answer. Joey watched his father set down the paper and place his empty bowl in the sink. He rinsed out the glass as he continued talking.

"I see you left quite a mess in the sink yesterday. Why were you cooking for so many people?"

Joey held his breath, trying to gather his thoughts before answering.

"Oh, I, uh…invited a friend over."

"A friend?" Samuel said. "Is he still upstairs?"

Joey froze.

"Wh-what?"

"I came in through the front door last night. I wanted to make sure you were home so I went upstairs to your room. I thought it was a little early for you to be asleep when I saw someone sleeping in your bed with you. Do you have something you'd like to share with me?"

Joey decided to defend Yami himself since the other was not present.

"Since when do you care what I do?"

Samuel stopped; turning around to face Joey, he shot the blonde a dirty look.

"I don't care about you? Who lets you live in this house when you're obviously old enough to get one for yourself? Who bought you that car you're driving?"

Joey narrowed his eyes, spinning himself around and heading back upstairs to get Yami.

"I want that boy out of my house, Joseph! I mean it!"

Joey ignored him, throwing open his bedroom door and then opening the closet, dragging a confused Yami by the wrist.

"Where are we going?" Yami asked, the blonde continuing to drag him down the hall.

"Where are we going?!" Yami asked again, this time more worriedly.

Samuel stopped at the head of the stairs, shaking his head at the sight before him.

"Joseph, I really can't believe it…"

Joey shoved passed him, dragging Yami along with him.

"Joseph!" Samuel called. "JOSEPH!"

Yami was extremely confused and frightened by the situation. Did he know? Did Joey tell him? What was going on?

Joey continued to lead Yami along, stopping in the kitchen to sort through his father's wallet, which was sitting on the table.

He stuffed the credit card into his pocket before grabbing his keys from the hook and storming out the garage door.

"Get in the car." Joey instructed.

Yami nodded his head profusely and did as he was told.

Samuel himself had finally made it outside when the blonde's Bentley skidded out of the driveway before shooting off down the street, making a right turn and then disappearing.

XXX

Joey hadn't said one word the entire trip to the hotel that the two were currently residing in-which he could afford due to the fact that he had stolen his father's credit card.

Joey had locked himself in the bathroom and left Yami sitting by himself on the bed.

Yami fidgeted with his fingers; the room was too quiet for his liking, so he tried to urge the blonde to come out.

"Joey?" He called.

"What?"

Yami sighed.

"Please come out, honey."

Joey couldn't possibly ignore his lover's request; opening the bathroom door, he exited and sat himself down on the bed next to Yami.

Yami leaned back onto the pillows, bringing his knees up into his chest and smiling at the blonde.

"I know what might cheer you up…"

Joey lazily turned his head towards him, smiling in question.

"What might that be?" He asked.

Yami smiled devilishly.

"The thing that cheers all of my customers up…"

Joey rolled his eyes and laughed, immediately giving the boy all of his attention.

Yami stood off the bed, beginning to unbutton the shirt the blonde had loaned him from the previous evening. He let his shirt hang open whilst tipping his head back and running his hands through his hair.

Joey was honestly enjoying the scene before him. After all, Yami was a professional stripper…

Yami smiled, tugging the brim of his pants down to his hips and turning so his side was facing the blonde. He finally decided to stop teasing the blonde and let the soft garment fall to the ground, tossing off his shirt and letting it fall beside them.

Joey stood off of the bed himself after being inquired to do so by Yami, who stared up at Joey with earnest eyes and kept clicking them back and forth between his boxers and Joey's brown orbs.

The blonde quickly understood, bringing up his thin fingers and assisting Yami in removing his boxers. He decided not to stare directly at the boy even though he was sure he didn't mind.

Yami swung his shoulders as the blonde advanced in to kiss him, pushing him back down onto the bed.

It wasn't before long that Joey was in his birthday suit as well, and the two sweaty boys had kissed until their tongues became sore. They decided it was time for something else…

Yami tossed his head back when he felt the blonde's excitement rub against his own, creating friction between them that neither wanted to stop. Once he felt Joey push into him, Yami instantly shot up like a reflexed corpse and brought one hand to Joey's shoulder and the other behind his head.

Joey was slamming himself so hard into the boy that it actually hurt. But it was a good hurt; a hurt that the blonde desperately craved more of as he fiercely continued his actions.

Strangely, Joey felt Yami push against his chest as if he were pushing him away. The blonde looked down at him with questioning eyes.

"Am I hurting you?" He whispered, panting.

Yami shook his head, panting as well.

"No. Just…not here."

Joey watched Yami stand up off the bed and walk into the bathroom. After a minute he could hear the shower running and saw Yami's come-hither form standing in the doorway.

Joey instantly understood, joining Yami in the shower to finish what they started.

Oh, yes! I'm so naughty!

Yay for drama! And love! And other stuff!

WOOHOO!

R&R!

GK09