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This Is My Life
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,097
Reviews:
48
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Five
CHAPTER FIVE
Sitting in class the next day, my gaze keeps settling on Joey. Why did I even bother yesterday? What came over me? He is sitting with Tristan, but I see him look at me out of the corner of his eye. But Tristan doesn’t notice. Idiot. Our eyes catch each other and we both quickly look away.
I can see he’s blushing now. Tristan thinks its because of something he said, so now he’s started to feel him up. Joey lets him. I don’t have time for this shit. If that stupid mutt doesn’t want to be with me then I don’t give a damn. Waste of time anyway. I hate him.
How could he choose someone like Tristan over Seto Kaiba? They can both just go to hell. I turn away from the sight. Joey still looks at me occasionally with this odd look. Whatever.
The bell rings and I waste no time getting out of there and getting to my car. I get in and slam the door behind me. I sit there, resting my head on the steering wheel. What am I doing? I hate all this shit. It feels like someone is stabbing the left side of my chest. It must just be heartburn or something.
I sit up with a sigh, turning on the car. Just as I’m about to pull away, someone jumps into the passenger side of the car.
“Drive.” He says. I’m confused but decide not to question it, Joey looks back at the school nervously as we drive away.
“Where’s your little boyfriend?” I sneer.
He rests his head back, his eyes fluttering shut as he speaks. “I told him I was visiting my sister. I needed to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“You know what about. About…yesterday.”
“What about it?”
“Why?” Joey turns his body towards me, staring at me. I keep my gaze on the road, afraid to look over.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do, what about Yami?” he asks.
“What’s it your business?” I snap.
“It’s my business since you are dating him and after what happened I think-“
“We broke up.” I cut in.
“Why?”
“Jeez! What is this 20 questions!” He tilts his head to the side, a frown of confusion.
“Turn left here. My house is at the end.” He keeps looking at me, waiting for me to explain myself.
“Look, I just…did! Okay?” I sigh, pulling into his driveway. I wait for him to get out but he just keeps staring at me.
“Seto.” He whispers. “Please tell me.” I finally look at him and am taken back by the look in his eyes. He looks as if he has something to say, something he is holding in until the right moment. But what?
“Um…” I clear my throat. “We broke up because…because he thought I was in love with someone else.” I quickly avert my eyes.
“Oh…um…who?” He asks in hesitation.
“You.” It was barely audible but upon hearing the words, Joey’s eyes widen, a small smile gracing his lips.
He starts to speak, but I cut him off.
“But it doesn’t matter, now does it?” I vehemently say. “Because you have that stupid troll to take care of you.”
He shakes his head, keeping his eyes on his lap as he nervously rubs his hands together.
“Sometimes…” he starts. He takes a long pause. I just watch him, waiting for him to speak again.
“Sometimes when I’m with Tristan. I wish it was…you.” His cheeks are tinged a pink-hue, his hair falling in his face, to cover his eyes.
My heart is pounding a mile a minute—damn heartburn.
I brush the hair out of his face, turning his gaze towards me. He smiles weakly, blinking out tears before our lips touch. I pull him impossibly close as our kiss deepens. The feeling of his lips to mine, that feeling that makes our lips buzz and my body tingle. I know he feels it too. He runs his hands up and down my back while my mine stay threaded through his hair. I like the feeling of his body pressed against me, the way when we touch it feels like the room heats up to leave anyone sweltering. His mouth parts slightly in invitation as I sweep my tongue across his bottom lip. His mouth tastes sweet today as I let my tongue explore every crevice, careful not to miss a thing. Everything else seems frozen except for us. Every other sound, touch and smell muted. I push myself closer to him, my breathing quickening.
I pulled back, both us catching our breath as we stared at each other, Joey’s lips were wet and swollen. His eyes half closed.
“Do you want to come over?” I asked.
He nodded dazedly, “Yeah…”
The ride was silent. I just kept replaying the kiss in my head over and over. Aching to touch him again. My lust was growing as we got closer and closer.
We stepped out of the car in silence. He followed close behind as I led him to the living room, both us standing, staring at each other before we rushed together, crushing our lips together and quickly moving to the couch where I threw him down, falling on top as we kissed. I ran my hands under his shirt, loving the feeling of his hot skin under my hands. He let out a soft whimper as I brushed over a nipple. All his little moans made me harden. I pulled his shirt off, kissing down his neck and chest, letting my tongue swirl around his hardened nub, making him whine and arch up. I rubbed our arousals together, feeling how hard he was. I smirked against his skin, kissing and licking my way down.
“Stop.”
I looked up in confusion, Joey’s face was turned, tears in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head, “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” He whispered, wiping his tears away angrily.
I climbed off of him, letting him sit up. He stared blankly at the floor. I sat down next to him, watching him as he struggled with what to say.
“You don’t have to explain.” I knew it was what he was trying to come up with. He looked over at me, smiling weakly as he rested his head on my shoulder. I felt my heart lift as he stayed there, his hair lightly tickling my chin.
“Just stay tonight. We don’t have to do anything.” He nodded, laying down. His head on my lap.
I ran my fingers through his hair, slightly mesmerized by their softness. His eyes fluttered close as he sighed in content. I let my head fall back, smiling as we sat there—completely content to have him near.
AN: Sorry for the delay! I've been in Manchester and Liverpool the past two days. But anyway back on schedule! AND exciting news, well, kind of exciting. I've started working on the next and final installment of the "This Is..." stories. I can't tell you who it will involve. But it will be called "This Is My Chance."
Now go send me some lovely reviews please and I'll bake you a PIE!
REVIEW REPLIES:
I will add last weeks review replies onto next chapter as I'm very angry I wrote long responses and they got deleted. -_-
Sitting in class the next day, my gaze keeps settling on Joey. Why did I even bother yesterday? What came over me? He is sitting with Tristan, but I see him look at me out of the corner of his eye. But Tristan doesn’t notice. Idiot. Our eyes catch each other and we both quickly look away.
I can see he’s blushing now. Tristan thinks its because of something he said, so now he’s started to feel him up. Joey lets him. I don’t have time for this shit. If that stupid mutt doesn’t want to be with me then I don’t give a damn. Waste of time anyway. I hate him.
How could he choose someone like Tristan over Seto Kaiba? They can both just go to hell. I turn away from the sight. Joey still looks at me occasionally with this odd look. Whatever.
The bell rings and I waste no time getting out of there and getting to my car. I get in and slam the door behind me. I sit there, resting my head on the steering wheel. What am I doing? I hate all this shit. It feels like someone is stabbing the left side of my chest. It must just be heartburn or something.
I sit up with a sigh, turning on the car. Just as I’m about to pull away, someone jumps into the passenger side of the car.
“Drive.” He says. I’m confused but decide not to question it, Joey looks back at the school nervously as we drive away.
“Where’s your little boyfriend?” I sneer.
He rests his head back, his eyes fluttering shut as he speaks. “I told him I was visiting my sister. I needed to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“You know what about. About…yesterday.”
“What about it?”
“Why?” Joey turns his body towards me, staring at me. I keep my gaze on the road, afraid to look over.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do, what about Yami?” he asks.
“What’s it your business?” I snap.
“It’s my business since you are dating him and after what happened I think-“
“We broke up.” I cut in.
“Why?”
“Jeez! What is this 20 questions!” He tilts his head to the side, a frown of confusion.
“Turn left here. My house is at the end.” He keeps looking at me, waiting for me to explain myself.
“Look, I just…did! Okay?” I sigh, pulling into his driveway. I wait for him to get out but he just keeps staring at me.
“Seto.” He whispers. “Please tell me.” I finally look at him and am taken back by the look in his eyes. He looks as if he has something to say, something he is holding in until the right moment. But what?
“Um…” I clear my throat. “We broke up because…because he thought I was in love with someone else.” I quickly avert my eyes.
“Oh…um…who?” He asks in hesitation.
“You.” It was barely audible but upon hearing the words, Joey’s eyes widen, a small smile gracing his lips.
He starts to speak, but I cut him off.
“But it doesn’t matter, now does it?” I vehemently say. “Because you have that stupid troll to take care of you.”
He shakes his head, keeping his eyes on his lap as he nervously rubs his hands together.
“Sometimes…” he starts. He takes a long pause. I just watch him, waiting for him to speak again.
“Sometimes when I’m with Tristan. I wish it was…you.” His cheeks are tinged a pink-hue, his hair falling in his face, to cover his eyes.
My heart is pounding a mile a minute—damn heartburn.
I brush the hair out of his face, turning his gaze towards me. He smiles weakly, blinking out tears before our lips touch. I pull him impossibly close as our kiss deepens. The feeling of his lips to mine, that feeling that makes our lips buzz and my body tingle. I know he feels it too. He runs his hands up and down my back while my mine stay threaded through his hair. I like the feeling of his body pressed against me, the way when we touch it feels like the room heats up to leave anyone sweltering. His mouth parts slightly in invitation as I sweep my tongue across his bottom lip. His mouth tastes sweet today as I let my tongue explore every crevice, careful not to miss a thing. Everything else seems frozen except for us. Every other sound, touch and smell muted. I push myself closer to him, my breathing quickening.
I pulled back, both us catching our breath as we stared at each other, Joey’s lips were wet and swollen. His eyes half closed.
“Do you want to come over?” I asked.
He nodded dazedly, “Yeah…”
The ride was silent. I just kept replaying the kiss in my head over and over. Aching to touch him again. My lust was growing as we got closer and closer.
We stepped out of the car in silence. He followed close behind as I led him to the living room, both us standing, staring at each other before we rushed together, crushing our lips together and quickly moving to the couch where I threw him down, falling on top as we kissed. I ran my hands under his shirt, loving the feeling of his hot skin under my hands. He let out a soft whimper as I brushed over a nipple. All his little moans made me harden. I pulled his shirt off, kissing down his neck and chest, letting my tongue swirl around his hardened nub, making him whine and arch up. I rubbed our arousals together, feeling how hard he was. I smirked against his skin, kissing and licking my way down.
“Stop.”
I looked up in confusion, Joey’s face was turned, tears in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head, “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” He whispered, wiping his tears away angrily.
I climbed off of him, letting him sit up. He stared blankly at the floor. I sat down next to him, watching him as he struggled with what to say.
“You don’t have to explain.” I knew it was what he was trying to come up with. He looked over at me, smiling weakly as he rested his head on my shoulder. I felt my heart lift as he stayed there, his hair lightly tickling my chin.
“Just stay tonight. We don’t have to do anything.” He nodded, laying down. His head on my lap.
I ran my fingers through his hair, slightly mesmerized by their softness. His eyes fluttered close as he sighed in content. I let my head fall back, smiling as we sat there—completely content to have him near.
AN: Sorry for the delay! I've been in Manchester and Liverpool the past two days. But anyway back on schedule! AND exciting news, well, kind of exciting. I've started working on the next and final installment of the "This Is..." stories. I can't tell you who it will involve. But it will be called "This Is My Chance."
Now go send me some lovely reviews please and I'll bake you a PIE!
REVIEW REPLIES:
I will add last weeks review replies onto next chapter as I'm very angry I wrote long responses and they got deleted. -_-