A/N: Warning - NSFW.
Song: We Still Got the Taste Dancin' on Our Tongues by Wild Beasts.
Joey looked up. "Not really. It's been a while."
Kaiba dug in his pocket and produced a pack of cigarettes and a slim lighter, an offering. Joey looked around at the rented apartment and sighed again.
"Alright," he said, "but just one, and I'm opening a window."
As they lit up, a cool breeze wafting the curtains apart, the rain softly wetting the edge of the sofa, Kaiba spoke.
"I came here because something was missing," he said. "The last few years have been quiet. Too easy for me. Everything is… smooth. We upped security at the headquarters. No-one tries anything and if they do, they don't get far. Mokuba is busy with his life now. He's older, and independent and who am I to stop him from being brilliant?" He looked proud for a moment. Joey stayed quiet, taking a soft drag to occupy his mouth. "But I get too much time to myself and somehow…" His lips were barely moving, so close together that the sigh he breathed almost whittled into a whistle.
"Somehow I'm always thinking about you."
Joey exhaled his smoke hard. It billowed into the air, fogging the room in trails of grey. Kaiba did not meet Joey's eyes.
"I don't like to think about the past," he said, "but I have been thinking recently about how we used to be. You had me occupied. You had me busy. We caused a stir. And I can't stop thinking about that."
He looked up. Joey was motionless, staring at him through a haze of smoke, one hand on the cigarette to his mouth. He seemed to be struggling to process the conversation. Then all at once he smiled, an easy laugh coming from deep within his chest.
"Sounds like a crush or something like that," he said through a grin.
"Something like that," grunted Kaiba.
The room was warm. The rain pattered softly against the open window and dripped onto the windowsill, marking trails down the wall. Joey and Kaiba gazed at each other for some time. Eventually Kaiba said,
"Did I freak you out?"
Joey smiled again – that warming, bright smile – and fell back onto the mattress, giggles escaping his mouth uncontrollably. Kaiba followed suit, sucking on his cigarette and gazing at the ceiling.
"I wasn't expecting you to tell me the truth, to be honest," he said. "Though I shouldn't be surprised you couldn't resist my charm and witty banter."
Kaiba snorted, "You're about as modest as-"
"As you?"
Kaiba smirked at him. "Two-time loser."
"Don't make me duel you again."
"You could never beat me."
"Only 'cause you're a dirty cheat."
Kaiba considered rising to this but thought better of it. They were clearly in different places now.
Joey looked over. Kaiba's soft brown hair was attractively tousled from him running his hands through it, his eyes half shut, long lashes flickering so subtly Joey could barely see it. Below his long, clean nose, his thin lips held the rapidly burning end of his cigarette. One hand came up to hold it, and as he took a long pull, Joey watched his chest rise, tugging delicately against his thin black sweater. Then Kaiba exhaled the smoke. It drifted out in a lazy plume, billowing out across the ceiling. Joey could do nothing but stare. Kaiba finally opened his eyes, catching Joey's awestruck gaze.
"What?" he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
The words battered about in Joey's head and tumbled inarticulately out of his mouth,
"You look so fucking good right now."
Suddenly Kaiba was leaning up on one arm, cigarette perched between his lips. "Really?"
Joey could barely meet his eyes. "As if you don't know."
Kaiba examined his face for a moment, taking in the flush spreading out against his cheeks. He plucked the cigarette from Joey's immobile fingers and set them to fizzle out in his glass of water. When he returned, he was closer, leaning on one arm. Slowly, he brought the other hand forward to play with the tips of Joey's blonde hair. Joey closed his eyes, chest tight in the agony of anticipation.
Sure enough, there was a pause where only the sound of his own quick breathing and the rain pattering against the glass could be heard, and then he felt the tingling of soft, wet lips brush against his own. Gradually, he parted them open. Kaiba was moving ever so slowly, barely touching Joey's lips at all, and his breath was hot, imbued with the acrid tang of alcohol. Joey realised Kaiba couldn't be sure of his reaction, so he lifted his head a little, finding better purchase, and turned it into a proper kiss.
Kaiba seemed to be relieved. He became more passionate, matching Joey's pressure and finding a comfortable rhythm. He twisted his free hand through Joey's hair and held his head gently which sent little tingles of pleasure down Joey's spine. He felt himself smiling, but Kaiba's kisses were insistent and he was soon distracted. Not to be outdone, Joey wound his arms around Kaiba's back but was unsure of where to move them next so he just left them there, a little uselessly.
Kaiba's weight was resting on Joey now. His chest was dense and warm. Joey found himself moving his hands around Kaiba's back, feeling his muscles move with the rhythm of his kisses. Kaiba took his lips down Joey's jaw to suckle his neck.
Joey had kissed a guy once before on a drunken sloppy dare, but it had felt nothing like this. His head was spinning, his nerves tingling and alight. He felt the pressure of Kaiba's chest and his leg, as he realised Kaiba was making to move on top of him. The places Kaiba touched were so warm. Soon he would be too warm and he would have to…
Kaiba made a motion like a roll and the bodyweight on Joey's chest increased. He was lying almost fully on top of Joey now, both hands in Joey's hair, kisses so intense they might leave bruises all over his lips, his jaw and neck. Joey was kissing back just as desperately, but he was so warm now.
He managed to get a grip on Kaiba's shoulders and push him back. A look of confusion flashed across Kaiba's face before Joey gripped the bottom of his work shirt and hoisted it over his head, wriggling free. The air was mercifully cool on his naked chest. Kaiba was leaning over him, both hands braced on the bed frame as if he had just finished a push up, but in the change of pace he seemed to have shut down. Joey experimentally lifted the bottom of Kaiba's sweater and tugged it upwards. This seemed to register and Kaiba sat up, shirking the sweater in one deft motion.
He came back down, kissing Joey's throat and rubbing his warm hands down Joey's chest. Joey was so hard now it seemed stupid to try and deny it. He encouraged Kaiba to press himself into Joey's body with his arms and Kaiba relented, pushing the front of their trousers together as the main point of contact. Joey gasped as Kaiba began to grind. He could feel the sweat gathering on his back, the tightness in his belly and Kaiba's hot breath against his ear as he rubbed their aching bodies together.
Eventually Joey could stand it no longer, he reached down and ripped his fly open, shucking his trousers down as far as he could reach, exposing himself to the air and to Kaiba. He didn't have time to feel embarrassed. Kaiba did the same, awkwardly fumbling with one hand on his waistband, the other gripping the mattress. Finally they were both free and the contact returned. This time Joey's voice actually cut through the quiet as Kaiba resumed thrusting, holding them together with one free hand.
"Ah!"
Joey gripped Kaiba's hair, stroking his face. Kaiba's brow was furrowed, eyes hazy with lust. His gaze was unfocused, yet so intense it was gouging. Joey, deep in the throes, pulled him in for a kiss and Kaiba lost his balance, throwing out both arms to brace himself on the mattress. Now there was nothing to keep them in check and so much friction that both boys lost their heads.
Kaiba thrust hard against Joey, biting into his neck and shoulders. Joey matched his rhythm, his breathing so ragged it filled the room. Kaiba was making noise too; low, inelegant grunts punctuated his rapid thrusts, only just loud enough for Joey to hear right next to his ear. An orgasm began to coil in Joey's groin, tight and fast. He slapped Kaiba's shoulder a couple times in warning.
"Oh God, I'm gonna… I'm…"
Kaiba shot forward, kissing Joey with gusto, his tongue deep in Joey's mouth. Joey grabbed Kaiba by the back of the neck, ramming his crotch into Kaiba's so vigorously it was audible. Then he came, rollicking around the bend so hard that if he was a train he would have tipped right off the rails. He felt water leak from the corner of his eyes and his vision blurred. He could barely even gasp around Kaiba's kisses, let alone speak.
He rolled forward a few more times and let his head fall back. Kaiba hadn't finished, but Joey gripped his hair and returned his kisses until he did. It was funny, Joey thought. He said something that sounded like 'Nurhg' and wrapped his lips around Joey's exposed throat when he came.
Kaiba lay on top for a few moments, resting his head in the space between Joey's head and shoulder. His breathing was deep and heavy. Eventually he lifted himself up and rolled away. There was quite a mess.
"So," panted Joey eventually, a grin forming on his face. "Was that a chore?"
Seto laughed breathlessly and Joey couldn't help but chuckle with him.
Joey sat up, looking down at their abdomens glistening with the evidence of their endeavour.
"I, uh, I'm gonna go get a tissue."
"Right."
Joey hoisted himself up, legs trembling badly, and pulled his trousers back into position, ignoring the uncomfortable wet feeling. He peeked out into the corridor to make sure the coast was clear before making his way to the bathroom.
He made a face at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands but otherwise refused to compartmentalise what had just happened. For now, he would let it be what it was. Whatever that was exactly.
He took a roll of paper into the living room and they cleaned themselves up, not speaking. Joey offered the bin and Kaiba tossed his tissues away, before regaining his pants and some composure.
Joey paused awkwardly by the bed, looking at the sheets crumpled on the floor. He sighed.
"I dunno about you but I can't be bothered to sort this out anymore. You wanna just stay with me?"
In answer, Kaiba gathered himself up and followed Joey to his bedroom. It was modest, but comfortable, like the rest of the flat, but Kaiba gratefully noticed the double bed and thick blankets.
Joey hesitated before taking off his boxers.
"I suppose you don't mind if I sleep without clothes?" he said.
"Seems pretty redundant now," replied Kaiba through a yawn.
Joey made a straightforward noise of agreement and undressed. They climbed in, both undeniably exhausted, but equally sleepless.
Joey rolled to face the wall, finally without obstacles, free to think about what had happened. He was surprised at himself, even through the fog of alcohol. So this is what he was capable of. It seemed foreign and scary, but it had felt good.
He rolled back over. Kaiba's eyes were barely open. He looked extraordinarily peaceful.
And so without touching, but in the comfort of good sex and companionship, they slept.
