Beauty

First Things First: Thanks as always, for the reviews, I really appreciate them. By the way, when Yugi Bak Bakura during their “lovemaking” that he read that diamond movement in a magazine, well, I read it in Cosmo. Go figure hum? ^_^ Tristan finally gets a little more attention in this chapter…we finally get to hear his story. This chapter’s kind of on the fluffy side but the angst is ever present… well, you’ll see. And yes, we finally get the details: what happened that day between Joey and Seto in the bedroom. Have a great weekend…

Disclaimer: I don’t ougiougioh. I don’t own the lyrics, or the songs. Watch out for lemons…

Song notes:Smile by Vitamin C feat. Lady Shaw, Two Princes by Spin Doctors, I’ll Be Good For You by Nsync ,I Wanna Know by Joe Maybe (Dynamic NYC Mix) by Toni Braxton, who’s song lyrics I included. Just couldn’t help myself.

Chapter 6: Fervor

It's amazing how you knock me off my feet
Every time you come around me I get weak
Nobody mad made me feel this way
You kiss my lips and then you take my breath away

So I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know what turns you on
I like to know
So I can be all that and more
I'd like to know
I'd like to know what makes you cry
So…
So I can be the one who always makes you smile

~ I Wanna Know
Joe

Joey locked the apartment door behind himself. He sighed contently, his back leaning against the door. Once again, another enchanting evening with Mr. Tristan Taylor. Tristan had insisted Joey and he go out for coffee after class again, like they had on Tuesday night. Tristan had even picked him up before class and had just dropped him aga again.

“Hey, Babe, have fun with Tristan again?” Yugi walked out of his bedroom and into the kitchen where Joey was sitting at the counter. “You look like you got swept off your feet, Joey.” Joey smiled and nodded. He could still feel Tristan’s lips on his. “Could this be love?”

“Yeah. I think it is.” Yugi’s smile only grew.

“Babe, that’s fantastic! And guess what, that bookstore called, the one you went for the interview for like forever ago. You got the job! They said to call them Monday to sit up a time you can go in for training. You get a 30 percent discount. Which will come in handy for textbooks. Isn’t this great?”

“Yes.” Joey smiled. Yugi kissed him on the cheek. Well, it had certainly taken long enough. He was beginning to lose hope.

“See everything is going good now. You got a new job, you’re falling in love. I tell ya, these things have a way of working themselves out.”

“I’m scared though, I fell hard for Duke too, and well…”

“He’s not Duke.” Yugi sat down across from him.

“I know that. He reminds me of him sometimes. Only Tristan’s cockier.”

“In what way?” Joey and he met eyes, Joey blushed. “Uh oh…were you giving Tristan a private peep show in his car, Joey? What did I tell you? You never put out before dinner.”

“Yugi!” Yugi giggled. “It’s not about sex. Well, Tristan talks about sex a lot. I think he wants to… you know…”

“What? Sleep with you? I could have told you that, Joey. Who doesn’t want to sleep with you?”

“Thank you.” Joey rolled his eyes.

“Well, how is he cocky? Explain.”

“I was telling him how I had a Spyder, but sold it because it was a present from an ex. And he said that he never liked Spyders, and then I said that most guys with cars like his are compensating for something. And he told me he wasn’t most guys. And before I knew it, he told me that he was going to whip it out and show me.”

“And, did he?” Yugi asked, smile broadening.

“No. I told him to keep his shortcomings to himself.”

“JOEY! You never insult a man’s penis. That’s dating 101.”

Joey laughed. “He was pissed at me. And then he straddled my hips and attacked me in the car.”

“Attacked you how?” Joey moved his shirt out of the way. Yugi laughed at the love marks aler Jer Joey’s neck. “Joey, you’re gonna need a turtleneck for those.”

“I know.” Joey was bright red.

“Well, he must really like you if he kissed you in response to you telling him his penis was small. Maybe you should fuck him and make up.”

“Yugi.”

“Well, when are you gonna fuck him, Joey? Having sex with someone other than me would do you good.”

“I guess.” Joey looked at Yugi and a way. He still hadn’t told Yugi about Seto Kaiba. But he never imagined that he would. “I’m going to shower and go to sleep, I’ll make breakfast tomorrow.”

“Alright, Babe. Night.”

“Night.”


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Joey sighed, deeply, the water calming his nerves. He dipped his head back under the spray. Tristan had managed to get him quite worked up in the car, but there was no way he was taking a cold shower. He knew that you were supposed to wait five proper dates before sleeping with someone. But this had been the second time in less than a week the Tristan had gotten him really aroused.

And tomorrow they were going out again, and Joey had a feeling things were going to escalate to sex.

He was tired of Seto Kaiba being the last person he slept with. Every time he thought about it he got sick to his stomach.


“Let’s move this to the bed,” Seto decided with a smile. Joey nodded. Seto wasted no time hopping on top of his comforter and patting the spot next to him. Joey crawled on the bed, absently thinking that this was the bed and the sheets Yami and Seto used when they were intimate.

But his hair was blond. And Yami had blond hair, well, there was blond in it. If Joey left blond hairs all over the pillows maybe Yami wouldn’t get suspicious.

“You’re unresponsive,” Seto thought, kissing the back of Joey’s neck.

“How would you like me to respond?”

“Moan or something.”

“Moan like a bitch in heat, is that what you want?”

Seto laughed. “It doesn’t have to be that theatric.” Seto lifted his shirt over his head. Joey’s eyes wandered to the muscular curves lining Seto’s lean and tight torso.

“I guess you do more than just pick up gym bunnies at the gym, hum?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Seto smiled a little. “Come on, it’s your turn, Puppy.” Joey hesitated. Was he reallyng tng through with this? Was it too late to head for the hills? “Want some help?” Joey said nothing. Seto grabbed Joey’s shirt hem and pulled it up. He lifted up.

Joey suddenly felt very cold, goosebumps forming on his arm. “It’s okay, this won’t be too bad, I promise.” Seto leaned in and kissed his lips again. Joey closed his eyes and allowed Seto to plunder his mouth, finally giving in and kissing him back. He knew that it’d be easier than fighting him, and if this c go go faster, than that was good.

He wondered what Tristan’s lips tasted like. Were they sweet? Were they gentle? Would he ever find out? Seto tasted good, if if he wasn’t being forced into this he’d probably enjoy the smell of Seto’s aftershave very much. He'd relish the way Seto asked for permission to delve into his mouth, the way his tongue began a slow dance with his.

Seto was pushing him back into the lush pillows; Joey’s eyes didn’t open as Scontcontinued to attack his mouth. One hand was teasing a nipple; the other one was wandering to his waistline. Seto unbuttoned his pants out out hesitation, his mouth not leaving Joey’s for a moment as he used his other hand to slide his pants down.

When the kiss did end Joey was blushing and Seto was smiling again. It wasn’t an evil smile, or a deathly smile. It was warm. And that scared Joey to no end.

“See, it’s going to be okay, Puppy.” Seto’s voice caressed his ear as he kissed Joey’s neck. Joey arched unconsciously, wanting more contact. His body was betraying him, but then, he didn’t expect any lesIt sIt suddenly occurred to him that Seto wasn’t going to be savage about this. He was going to draw this out.

And why shouldn’t he? How else would he humiliate Joey? By making Joey enjoy it.

Seto sat up and gave Joey a look. “Take off my pants.” Joey swallowed and reached to the zipper. Seto’s smirk was mocking him as Joey slipped the pants past Seto’s trim hips. The boxers followed the pants and pooled to his knees. Seto yanked both of them off and threw them to the floor. In the position Seto was in, his erection was directly in Joey’s face. Would he make him take it into his mouth? Joey cringed.

As if reading Joey’s thoughts Seto said, “I won’t make you do that.” Joey sighed in relief. “Take off everything else, Puppy.” Joey broke eye contact and slipped out of his underwear. Seto tossed them to the floor. Seto crawled back on top of him and began his kisses all over again.

Joey bit his lip as Seto lowered his kisses from his chest to his abs. Why was Seto being so nice to him? Well as nice as someone who was coercing him into sex could be. Joey let go off his bottom lip for a second and a little whimper escaped. Seto stopped what he was doing and looked up into his amber eyes. “It’s about time…” he whispered, and then he took Joey ihis his mouth.

Joey cried out, not expecting Seto to do THAT to him.

Joey’s mind was a mess as Seto deep throated him. This was Seto Kaiba doing this to him. Seto Kaiba, the same Seto Kaiba who owned Kaiba Corp. He was rich beyond his wildest dreams, he could sleep with anyone he pleased, and probably did, not to mention he had Yami, who despite all his flaws was predamndamn hot…and here he was, sucking on him…this was ridiculous…

Seto didn’t tease him, he got right to it, wetting Joey’s now, hard flesh with his tongue movements. “Seto…oh gods…” He was moaning. Moaning like a bitch… just what Seto wanted…he was a whore…Seto Kaiba’s whore…this was too much…

Seto ended his ministrations as fast as they started. Joey made a noise as Seto slipped him out of his mouth. “Easy, Puppy…” Joey looked at him. Gods, he didn’t want to come. He just wanted Seto to take him and get this degradation over with.

Seto’s mouth was back to his and he wassinssing him again. His tongue was skilled, he had to give Seto that. Was Tristan this good? Joey found himself moaning again as Seto’s mouth moved to his chest and captured a pert nipple. Joey was pretty worked up now. He imagined Tristan doing this to him, wondering what Tristan would do if Joey were lying on his bed. Seto’s mouth stopped. Joey opened his eyes, he could only imagine what he looked like, sprawled out on the CEO’s bed like he now was.

“You’re beaut, Jo, Joey.” Seto was opening his night table and pulling out lube. “People probably tell you that all the time.” Joey made a face. “What, I’m serious.”

“Whatever.”

“Hostile.”

“Why do you sleep around?” Joey asked sitting up a little, so he was no longer so vulnerable looking.

“It’s a hobby of mine.”

“I just don’t know why you’d cheat on Yami. He’s in love with you. He left Yugi for you.”

“He was never in love with Yugi, Joey. Why did he tell Yugi he was? He lied to him.”

“I don’t know what he told Yugi, but obviously he abandoned Yugi for you. He was with Yugi for two years before you took him for yourself. And then you cheat on him.”

“It’s not about love, Puppy. It’s about sex. The other guys I’ve slept with have given me something that Yami can’t.”

“I can’t do this with you.”

“Sure you can.”

“No, I can’t.” Seto sighed. He stroked Joey’s cheek with his other hand. Joey resisted the urge to flinch. “It’s okay, I’ll go easy on you.”

“I don’t want you to “go easy on me”, Seto. This is practically rape.”

“No, it’s not. I’m not forcing you to do this. If you want to stop I’ll rip up the check and you can go looking for money elsewhere.” Joey looked away. “Joey, look at me.” Joey did, reluctantly. Seto kissed his cheek softly.

“Seto…”

“Shush, it’s okay.” Seto kissed his cheek again. “Lay down, it’ll be over before you know it.” Joey swallowed and complied. cou could feel tears brimming in his eyes. “It’s okay, you don’t have to cry…” Seto straddled him and kissed him softly. Joey whimpered a little. “It’s going to be okay, I’m going to make you feel really good, Joey.”

Seto’s kisses were back to his neck. Then they were at a nipple again. While Joey was distracted, Seto stabbed a single finger into Joey’s entrance. Was this the side of Seto only Yami saw? Yami and Mokuba? Was this the side of Seto that made Yami fall in love with him? Why was he feeling this way? He was disgusted and worked up… and drowning.

Seto was poking in the third finger, and still kissing Joey softly. “Ready, Puppy?” Joey nodded. As ready as he was ever going to be.

Seto nuzzled his cock at Joey’s entrance. Without any other further ado, Seto pushed inside him. Joey moaned in pain. “It’s okay, Puppy.” Seto continued until he was fully embedded inside the other.

“Just, just give me a moment…you’re bigger than I’m used to…”

“So I’ve been told.” Joey nearly growled at that moment. Seto took Joey’s anger as a sign he was all right and started moving. Joey made a face of discomfort for a moment, but Seto adjusted his angle and soon Joey’s discomfort washed away with pleasure. “See, it’s okay, Puppy.”

Joey moaned, as Seto kissed his now sensitive neck. “So tight, Puppy…sooooo good…” o’s o’s movements were sensual, he was practically making love to him. Joey groaned in appreciation as Seto nipped his neck lightly, his movements deepening. “Ummmm…Puppy…” Joey could almost feel Tristan inside of him…smell Tristan as Seto took him…

“Shit…oh gods…oh gods…” Seto was killing him…

“I want you to come, Puppy…”

“No, I don’t… I can’t….”

“I want to see you come, Puppy…I want to feel you get tighter around me…” Seto’s thrust harder, he grabbed Joey’s arousal roughly, stroking it hard. “Come…do it…”

“Seto…fuck…”

“Do it…” Joey did it. Coming hard into Seto’s fist. Seto moaned, Joey was impossibly tighter, and he couldn’t hold out any longer. He came that instant.


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“You like this spot, Joey?” Tristan asked, leading Joey by the hand.

“I’m hungry, not picky.”

“I’m trying to find us the perfect spot for our picnic in the park and you’re being anti, Joey.”

“This is fine, Tris.” Tristan made a face, but said nothing as he spread out the blanket for them.

“This is the last time I ever do something romantic for you. I thought this would be sweet. This way each of us could dazzle the other with our cooking skills. No one has to worry about the other guy buying, and we could eat a quiet dinner in Domino City Park. But no, you’re appetite is insatiable.”

“Tristan, this is a sweet idea. But we’ve been walking around a h a half hour. I haven’t seen any spot that looks any different than any others we’ve already passed. I just want to eat. I want you to taste my lasagna.”

“I thought you told me you’re not much of a cook, but yet you made me lasagna?”

“Yep.”

“I’m not going to get food poisoning am I?” Joey made a face and hit him. Tristan laughed. “Well, my salad pales in comparison by far.”

“You tol to to bring the main course, and you would take care of all the rest. Now let’s sit and eat.” Tristan nodded. They set up dinner quietly, Tristan sneaking in a couple of sweet kisses as they continued. “Here, taste…” Tristan opened his mouth, Joey forked some of his pasta dish into his mouth.

Tristan smiled as he chewed. “Ummm…Joey…this is good…”

“Glad you like it.” They started eating in silence, both smiling at each other as they continued.

“Back to the conversation we were having in the car…”

“Not the sex conversation again…”

“No.” Joey smiled. “So why did you decide to major in physical apy,apy, Joey?”

“I wanted to meet guys.”

“Has it worked?” Tristan asked, taking a bite of his salad.

“No. But that’s okay. I met you anyway.” They both smiled.

“So why’d you really decide to be a physical therapist?”

“You don’t believe I wanted to meet guys?”

“No. Yugi seems like the type who’d major in something for those reasons. You’re too down to earth.”

“Yugi can meet a guy anywhere. He’s mastered the art of flirting. I think I need a refresher course.”

“I think you’re holding your own.” Tristan leaned over and brushed Joey’s face with a napkin. “Had something on your face, Joey.” Joey blushed. “But you were saying?”

“Physical therapy just always appealed to me.”

I hear ya. Psychology always appealed to me.”

“I thought you majored in business.”

“I did. I double majored. Business and psychology.”

“Shesh.”

“Yeah, well, my parents wanted me to do business, so I did it for them, but I really liked the social sciences, even when I was a younger.”

“Where did you grow up, Tris?”

“Small fishing town on the other side of Japan. We moved when I was 12. My dad made some money in the stock market, actually a lot of money. So…we moved.”

“To?”

“A rich town. Although, I wouldn’t say we were rich.”

“You have a trust fund, Tristan.”

“It doesn’t have that much money in it.”

“Did you adjust, to being the new kid?”

“Yeah, I was popular. I was new and mysterious, so people gravitated to me. I dated a lot of girls, but couldn’t figure out why I didn’t like any of them.” Joey smiled knowingly. “Done, Joey?” Joey nodded. “I left dessert at my house, it needs to be kept refrigerated.”

“And what a great excuse to lure me back to your place.”

“Of course.” Tristan smiled. “Here, lets take the stuff back to the car, then we can walk around a while, and you can ask me some more questions. I know you’re dying to.”

“Well, a guy can’t be too careful, if I fell for every charming, good looking guy I came in contact with…”

“I know, Joey. A cutie like you must have to beat them away with a stick.” Joey laughed. He followed tan tan back to the car. Once the stuff was back in the trunk Tristan held Joey’s hand and they started walking.

“Where we walking to?”

“Nowhere in particular.”

“Why’d you want to eat in the park?”

“Well, it’s not going to be warm like this for too much longer. It’s already September. Summer’s going to be over soon.”

“Still, we could have eaten at your place.”

“We could have, but I like the park. Don’t tell me you had a bad experience at the Domino City Park too, Joey.” Joey made a face. “Just asking. I mean, I’m worried, I don’t want to take you someplace where some ex-fiancé of yours might have taken you and upset you.”

“Oh just shut up.” Joey nudged him, but smiled anyway. “So, how many people have you murdered?”

“Seven. But the old lady I killed in self-defense. The last guy, I was going to let him live, but he made me angry.”

“What’d he do?”

“He told me I had a small penis.” Joey laughed.

“That a threat, Tris?”

“Let’s call it a word to the wise.” Joey only laughed harder. “I’m glad you find this amusing.”

“So, when was it that you realized that you weren’t straight?”

“High school, when I joined the basketball team, and discovered I was attracted to my teammates and not the cheerleaders.”

“Did you come out in high school?”

“I meant to. Did you?” Joey nodded.

“Yugi had already come out, so I figured it was time to stop pretending.”

“I ped oed on coming out in high school, but I got captain so I chickened out.” Joey made a face.

“You figured the school wasn’t going to appreciate having a homosexual captain for their basketball team?”

“Well, not exactly. I made captain because the other captain committed suicide. We learned a week after the funeral that in his suicide note he said the reason he did it was because he was gay and couldn’t handle the pressure.”

Joey stopped dead in his tracks.

“Oh gods, Tris…” Joey looked at the slightly taller brunet. “Tris, I’m so sorry…”

“I wasn’t close to him. But it did have a negative effect on me. I decided to keep my sexuality to myself, and continue with the façade.” Joey searched Tristan’s face…he would never have suspected someone so confident could have ever had self-esteem issues.

“Tris…I…”

“It was a long time ago, Joey. It’s alright, honest.” Tristan squeezed his hand and they started walking again.

“When did you finally decide to be honest with yourself?”

“College.”

“Where’d you go to school?”

“Tokyo University.” Joey made another face… one of pure shock.

“Holy shit, Tris. You went to Tokyo University! You’re even smarter than I thought.”

“Joey…”

“Tristan, I mean Tokyo University is the most difficult school to get into in the country. Hell, if you could go there why not Harvard or Oxford or something?”

“I did spend a year at Oxford, learning English.” Joey was ready to die. “It’s not a big deal.”

“The hell it’s not.”

“My dad wanted me to go. I felt obligated to. Especially after I planned on telling him I was gay. I knew how disappointed he’d be, so I figured I owed him something.”

“When did you tell your parents?”

“Winter break of my first year. My mom didn’t speak to me for a week, my dad cried. All and all I’d say it was a great experience.”

“But you guys are okay now, right?” Tristan nodded.

“Yeah. I guess I lucked out they came around, although my mom is mad she can’t show her face at the country club without a few people asking if I’m still gay. As if my sexuality changes with the seasons or something.”

“So business and psychology, that why you analyze everything?”

“Most likely.”

“Did you study the manatonatomy while in school too?”

“My favorite subject. My first kiss by a guy, my first boyfriend. My first sexual encounter with a guy. Although, none of my college relationships lasted very long. That first semester, first year, I got myself into a lot of different situations, but not really any commitments. I was just really trying to embrace being gay, so every time I met a gay guy I wound up hooking up or sleeping with him. Instead of trying to make friends.”

“What about your friends back home?”

“Well, I came out to them the same time I came out to my parents. Over winter break. They said they were okay with it. They weren’t. They took it worse than my parents did, started wondering if all the times we’d slept over each other’s houses, changed in the locker rooms, if all those times I had been looking at them. Because gay is synonymous with sex pervert.”

“Hum…”

“Eventually I got the hint that we weren’t friends anymore. By the end of the break, I had given up, I called one of them… we were really close, he was my first friend I had met when we haved ved to town. We were on the basketball team together and everything. I called and asked him why he was a coward, why he had to avoid me, as if my gayness would some how rub off on him if he told me to my face that we weren’t cool anymore. He got mad that I was bothering him. Then he asked me if I was planning on committing suicide too so I could join our team captain in fag hell. Then he hung up.” Joey stopped walking.

“Tristan, oh gods…that’s awful…”

“When I got back to school all the guys I had met were more than a little reluctant to be friends with me, since I had slept with them and never called them again. It wasn’t enough for me to sleep with them, but I had to dominate them. I never bottomed to any of them, I always had to be seme. I probably hurt a few of them. I took my anger out on them. I spent second semester very lonely.”

“What about in the summer?”

“Ran into one of the guys I had used, and he wanted to be friends with me. I couldn’t figure out why. But I didn’t question it. He became my best friend, and introduced me to his friends. We started dating a while after that. For six months. My longest relationship, ever. Eventually, I hurt him though.”

“How?”

“I wasn’t ready for that kind of relationship, I was still trying to get comfortable in my own skin. So I dumped him before I let myself get really close to him. I was afraid of being hurt. Even though he was in love with me, I was afraid.”

“Were you in love with him?”

“I never let it get to that. I told you, Joey, I’ve never been in love. I’ve run away from anything that’s ever been good, or felt right. There was a point in my life where I was running through guys like water. One semester I was with 15 different guys.”

“And what about since you graduated college?”

“I got that internship at Kaiba Corp. So I moved to Domino. It’ll be two years this April. I was older, a little wiser. But I was still going through meaningless relationships. I think I have only been with two guys since I’ve moved here tharen’ren’t passing fancies. The last real relationship I had ended four months ago but only lasted two months. In the in between times I found myself running around, picking up guys for sexual comfort…and going through all the empty feelings afterwards…getting up… leaving in the middle of the night…”

“Weren’t you worried about getting hurt?”

“No. I was using them, I’d meet them at a club or something, bring them back to my apartment, take them, and I was on to the next. It was about control for me.”

“Well, you must have submitted some of the time?”

“No. Never. If you want the truth, I’m technically still a virgin.”

Joey stopped walking again.

“Whoa, stop the presses. You’ve never… you’re a…no way…” Tristan nodded. Joey could tell he was completely serious. “Why? Are you afraid to?”

“It’s not about fear. It’s about control. God or whatever is up there never asked me if I wanted to be a homosexual. So I figured if this was my lot in life than I was going to do it on my terms. I felt, back then, like I could do what I damn well pleased, why submit, why be uke when there was always a guy willing to spread his legs for me.” Joey nodded, understanding.

“Submitting is about trust, Tristan. Control is only part of it.”

“I know. But at this point in my life, I feel like…if I were going to submit, finally…it’d have to be with someone I was in love with, someone I trusted completely, and I haven’t found that person yet.” Joey nodded again. Tristan looked at him seriously. “Or, maybe I have.”

Joey’s heart stopped. He swallowed, and tried to recover. “Let me just recap for a moment. What you’re telling me, Tris, is that you’re a 25 year old virgin who’s afraid of commitment?”

Tristan smirked. “It’s nhat hat I’m afraid of commitment. It’s that I’ve never found anyone I’ve wanted to commit too. After my last disaster I told myself that I needed to get it together. So I haven’t gone man hng sng since me and Brian broke up. I actually haven’t slept with anyone since then.”

“Four months? No wonder you’re a horny asshole.” Tristan nodded with a smirk. “I’m surprised you haven’t thrown me on the bed and just ravaged me by now.”

“Trust me, I want to.” Joey blushed. “Anyway, look, the truth is, I’m getting to a point in my life where I want something of substance. I’m tired of running. I know you’ve been scarred in the past. So I won’t promise you that I’ll never hurt you. I can’t promise I’ll never make you cry. I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow. All I can say is that I will never lie to you. You have my honesty.”

Joey looked up into hazel eyes. “I have honestly never felt like this before, Joey. I don’t know what that means exactly… I just know that all the things I used to fall back on when it comes to interactions with guys are failing me. You really are like no one I’ve ever met. I know I just overwhelmed you with the abbreviated version of my life story here…”

“Tris, I just never would have expected that someone so sure of himself could have ever gone through so much hurt.”

“We all have our cross to bear, Joey. I wouldn’t be who I was now if I didn’t go through what I did. And as for not having close friends anymore, I have a philosophy about that. You can’t change the people around you. You can only change the people you’re around.”

Joey smiled. “I like being around you, Tristan.”

“The feeling is entirely mutual.” Tristan kissed him softly. “Come on there’s one more thing I want to do before we go have dessert.” Tristan grabbed Joey’s hand and led him to another section of the park. “Good, there’s one waiting, come on…”

“A carriage?” Joey struggled to keep up, his eye wandering to the beautiful horse that was standing at attention.

“Come on…”
’ve ’ve never taken a carriage ride before.” Tristan gave Joey a look.

“You’ve been deprived, Baby.” Joey blushed. “Come on, I think there’s enough money in my trust fund to spring for a ride around the park.” Tristan helped Joey up.

Joey settled into the seat and shivered at the sudden breeze. “You getting cold, Joey?” Joey nodded.

Tristan wrapped his arm around him, Joey snuggling up into him. “This is all kinds of romantic, Tristan. You get points.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah. Or as Yugi would call them, ass points.” Tristan leaned so he could look Joey in the eye. “Don’t ask, Tris.”

“No, I want to know what an ass point is.” Joey knew he was red from hairline to toes. “Joey.”

“Every time a guy does something sweet, or romantic for him he calls it ass points. And I guess the more points someone gets the closer Yugi is to sleeping with him. Of course in Yugi’s case Yugi gives out points for pretty much anything. Breathing, being gay, being a mammal.” Tristan was laughing.

“That is the best thing about you, Joey. You’re too cute.” Tristan hugged him close to him. “For your sake I hope you don’t do or say anything else really cute, otherwise I won’t be able to control myself when we get back to my place.”

“Who said anything about wanting you to control yourself?” Tristan kissed him.

“In that case, all bets are off, Baby.”


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“Can I see your motorcycle?” Tristan was helping Joey out of the car.

“Yeah, sure.” Tristan led the way.

“It’s gorgeous. And big.”

“That’s my girl. Hey, you want to take her around the block?”

“Um…”

“It’ll be fun, Joey. I’m sure you don’t mind riding bitch.” Joey made a face. “I have an extra helmet.”

“Alright. But just around the block.” Tristan nodded. “I’ve never dated anyone who owned a motorcycle. Well, my rebound guy had a motorcycle. But that was two horrible weeks, and I didn’t ride it.”

“Him or the motorcycle?”

“The motorcycle. Get your mind out of the gutter.” Tristan laughed. He handed Joey a helmet. “You do know this is going to ruin my hair?”

“So will sleeping with you, what’s your point.” Joey rolled his eyes. “Don’t try to lean into the turn okay?” Joey nodded. “You have to hold on tight, alright?”

“Have you ever dropped someone off your bike before?”

“Not in a way you’d think.”

“Explain?”

“I’d rather not. You’d probably hit me again.”

“I explained that ass points thing.” Tristan smirked. “Well?”

“Me and a guy feel off after we finished having sex on it. The execution was flawless, we had trouble with the dismount.” Joey made a face. Tristan shrunk away, knowingly.

“You what! You are one hell of eak,eak, Tristan. Mirrors on the ceiling, sex on the motorcycle.”

“I knew you’d be mad. Look, the guy asked for it. We were both slightly drunk, we came out to the garage, he said he wanted to ride it, he didn’t specify what, so he got to ride both.” Joey’s face turned purple. “I won’t make you ride me on the motorcycle, not unless you want to.”

“NO!”

“You’ve never thought about it?”

“No, well… maybe once…but I mean…you can’t have sex on a motorcycle can you?” Tristan nod Jo Joey smirked.

“You’d be surprised where you can have sex, Baby.” Tristan leaned over and moved Joey’s helmet out of the way so he could kiss him. “Come on before I change my mind about what kind of ride I was planning on giving you.”


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Joey was sitting at the table his eyes closed, waiting for Tristan to return wihe she surprise dessert. “If this is ice cream I’m going to hit you.”

“No, it’s homemade. I spent all last night making this just for you.”

“Is it sweet?”

“Not nearly as sweet as your lips.” Joey smiled.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“What about bed?”

“Ha. Well, we’ll see what you made me first before I give you any ass points.” They both laughed.

“Keep your eyes closed and open your mouth.” Joey did as he was told.

“Oooh, strawberry cheesecake! I love it.” Joey opened his eyes, smiling. “You made this yourself?”

“Um hum.” Tristan fed him another fork full. “So how many points do I get?”

“Let me ask you a question, Tris. How do you like your eggs?” Tristan smirked and kissed Joey’s lips hard, tasting the remnants of cheesecake. “More.” Tristan fed him the rest of the slice he cut, Joey enjoying every morsel.

“I want to dance with you again, Baby.” Desire and lust were warring in Tristan’s eyes. “Will you dance with me?” Joey nodded.

Tristan put the rest of the cheesecake away and they scrambled up the stairs. Tristan smothered Joey with kisses as soon as they were in his room. They were hungry and fierce. Tristan got a hold of himself, and made his way to his stereo system. He found something he liked and walked back over to where he left Joey.

“It’s just us this time, Baby. Now I really want to see you move.”

“Tris…”

“No excuses.” He flicked off the lights then grabbed Joey’s hips with his hands, and before Joey could think to protest Tristan’s body was now flush with his. Tristan dipped his head, Joey’s neck a helpless participan Tri Tristan’s plan as he assaulted the exposed flesh with his mouth. Joey moved with him. And listened to the words of the song Tristan was playing.



Is tonight the night that you take
Control of me
Tell me boy, what's it really gonna be
Spending time for a while
Oh daddy come close, I'm straight
I'm feeling your style
I love the way you make me feel
When you keep it real
When you're holding me
When you're spooning me
Oh you look sexy when you're
Touching Me

Tristan’s body was moving in a way that was making Joey moan. The music was at just the right volume. Joey could hear every minute sound, everythfromfrom his own panting to the delicious sound of their jeans rubbing against each other in all the right places.

And I'm wondering if I'm really gonna
Let him in
Give in
Give it up
Let it go

Or tell him no

Should I give him some
Maybe
Is this the night for fun
Maybe

“You have no idea…Joey…no idea what you’re doing to me…”

“Are you…are you trying to seduce me, Tris?” Tristan rubbed their erections together, hard. Sending a chill up Joey’s back. “If you are…it’s working…oh gods, is it working…”


Will he size my body up and down
Can he beat the odds
Can he play it safe
Will he make me hot
Will he hit the spot
That I love a lot
Will he leave me hanging lonely
Desperately

Tristan’s mouth moved to Joey’s earlobe, his tongue massaging the responsive spot. “I want you, Joey,” he whispered.

Will he go and tell all his friends
That we did it and we did it again
Had me weak between the sheets
Will he say I was a real big freak

“I want you so bad, Baby…” Tristan’s mouth was back to Joey’s neck. If Tristan weren’t pressed so close to him he would have fallen over from tensaensation.

Should I just give him some
Maybe
Is this the night for fun

Maybe

Should I just give him some
Maybe
Is this the night for fun
Maybe

Tristan moved so that Joey was against the wall, and he was still against Joey. Joey arched his pelvis into Tristan, the contact overwhelming.

“How long is this song, Tris…” Joey’s vision was blurry by this point; Tristan was practically dry humping him now.



Should I say yes or no
Should I just let it go
Should I slow down my roll
Let me think 'cuz I really don't know
Don't know what to do about it baby

Tristan was lifting his shirt over his head, Joey murmured something inaudible as his body scanned every line and curve on Tristan’s torso. Tristan was pulling Joey’s shirt off, Joey helping him. Joey’s hands wrapped around Tristan’s neck, Tristan leaned in again with his hips, grinding into Joey who was still wonderfully trapped on the wall.



If I do it will I regret it?
Maybe I should just forget it
What about if he ain't got no dough?
Tell me I should let him go

Tristan’s hands moved to Joey’s waist again, he was unbuttoning Joey’s jeans, moving his boxers out of the way. Joey’s breath hitched in his throat.



Maybe

Joey growled as Tristan freed his erection, and then, dropped to his knees. “TRISTAN…”

Should I give him some?
Pretty baby
Maybe

Tristan looked up, a smirk on his face as he enveloped Joey’s erection completely.

Should I just give him some
Maybe
Is this the night for fun

Maybe

Should I just give him some
Maybe
Is this the night for fun
Maybe

Joey was screaming, his hands fisting themselves in Tristan’s sable locks. Tristan stopped what he was doing and reached over and turned off the stereo. “The songs over now, Joey.”

“Take me,” Joey demanded, his voice a breathy ball of emotions. Tristan jumped onto the bed. Joey forgot his pants were around his ankles and he stumbled, Tristan catching him, and then pulling him up into his lap. He lay down, allowing Joey to pull his pants and underwear out of the way before jumping back onto him.

Joey struggled getting Tristan’s pants undone. Tristan stilled his hands and helped him. Tristan threw the things to the floor and turned back around so that Joey could see just how happy he was to see him.

The look on Joey’s face was priceless.

Joey’s eyes focused on Tristan’s torso first, memorizing the plains of beautiful bronze flesh, stopping to idolize thed nid nipples, before continuing the sojourn down to Tristan’s abdominal muscles, which looked like he could make a dinner for four on them. Then his amber eyes were below the waistline. Of course he knew that Tristan was packing, but this…this was an entirely differentry. ry. No wonder he was so confident about his skills in the sack.

“I know you’re disappointed,” Tristan teased, “By my shortcomings.”

Joey didn’t look up as he found words. “Your father, Tristan, did he happen to be part horse?” Tristan laughed. Joey met his eyes. “No, I mean it, you must need a permit to carry that thing around.”

“Alright, Joey.” Tristan was still laughing.

“I’m surprised you don’t have three-legged pants.” They both laughed. “Come here, Baby.” Tristan put his arms out; Joey leaned against him, his body brushing against Tristan in a beautiful way.

“Oh fuck…Tris…”

“Joey…I swear to god, right now, I’m not much in the mood for foreplay…I just need to…” Joey met his eyes. “Well, to put it bluntly, fuck the shit out of you.” Joey nodded.

“Yeah, alright. Where’s the lube?” Tristan smirked. He dug in his nightstand until he found what he was looking for.

“Are you always like this, Joey?” he asked, pouring some of the substance into his hands.

“No. But then again, I live with a slutty roommate. He was bound to rub off on me.”

“Remind me to thank him.” Tristan sighed, contently. “You get to watch yourself in my mirrors. Lucky, you.”

Joey was lying against the pillows. Tristan smiled sweetly as he poked a lubricated finger inside of him. Tristan’s mouth wandered back to Joey’s erection. His jaw started distracting him as Tristan continued preparing him.

“Tristan…ummmmmmmmmmm….Oh wow…” Tristan nipped the flesh softly, as he moisturized the taunt skin. “You’re really good…at this…shit…”

Tristan stopped temporally. “I told you, I ran through a lot of guys. And I always left them wanting more.” Tristan’s tongue slid around Joey’s swollen dick in a spiral as he descended back down.

“Shit…Tristan…you’re a fucking genius at this…I can only imagine the things you learned in college.” Tristan chuckled, and sucked harder. He was poking two fingers in and out of Joey. Joey moaned his name as Tristan found that special spot he was looking for. “Nice to know your mouth is good for something other than talking a lot of shit.” Tristan took Joey out of his mouth.

“My dick’s about to show you a thing or to about talking shit, Joey.” Tristan splattered some of the lube onto himself before tossing the tube back onto the table. Joey made a face as Tristan got in between his legs.

“It’s too big, it won’t fit,” Joey teased, kissing Tristan’s lips.

“Making it fit is half the fun, Baby.” He kissed Joey’s neck, Joey moaning. “The way it slides inside of your tightness, the way you growl as it gets all the way inside. The way your legs wrap around my waist…”

“Um…”

“I have quite the reputation in Tokyo, Joey.”

“Do you? How many people have you maimed with that thing? You poke any eyes out?”

“A few,” Tristan answered, butting up against Joey’s asshole. “Hope your health insurance is all paid up.” Joey laughed.

“This gonna be good, Tristan? You talk a big game, I wonder if you can back it up.”

“This is gonna be some good sex, Joey.” Joey giggled.

“How good?”

“Sex so good you can see the face of God.” Joey screamed as Tristan began to penetrate him.

“OH GODS!”

“Relax…” Tristan adjusted, Joey wrapping his legs around his hips as the brunet continued to impale him on his length. “Damn….you’re tight as hell…”

“I’m not tight… you’re a goliath.” They both laughed, the last of Joey’s tenseness leaving him as Tristan continued sliding up into him. Joey whimpered a little, his legs still up around Tristan, Tristan’s arms on either side of his head. He looked past Tristan’s head and looked at the sight in the mirrors overhead. The room was dark, but his eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could make out enough to be aroused by what he saw.

They were posed in a very erotic position.

Tristan didn’t move a musclnowinowing the slightest shimmy from Joey was going to make him lose all control. “You’re patient for it being four months…” Joey breathed.

“Not really…Joey…no sudden movements…I’m like a damn…a damn, damn near ready to break…” Joey nodded and panted, his body was slowly getting used to the pulsing appendage embedded inside of him. He glanced in the mirrors again.

“Okay…do it…” Tristan looked at Joey for a moment.

“You sure?”

“Yes…I’m too horny to really feel the pain…”

“Yugi teach you that too…”

“Yeah.” Tristan started moving.

“Thank him for me.” Tristan grabbed Joey’s cock and started pumping. Joey wrapped his arms back around Tristan’s neck, Tristan slipping himself back out until only the head was still in him. And then he bucked back in with a solid thrust.

Joey howled so loud he thought a wolf or two wounswenswer him back. Tristan’s control was already nonexistent. But he was hitting Joey at an angle that was having him reeling. Each hit sent pleasure signals to his brain.

“TRISTAN…TRISTAN…TRISTAN…”

“Open your eyes, Joey…” Joey did for a moment, his head already thrown back in the throes of ecstasy. He looked back into the mirrors. The way his lover was moving in and out of him was getting him closer to the edge, he could see the sweet sheening down Tristan’s back. He watched hypnotized as Tristan’s muscles flexed with each movement.

Tristan’s thrust in and out deeply, his body taking over any rational thinking as he pounded into the blond beauty underneath him.

“Joey…oh gods… Baby… I’m going to come… I can’t… you feel so good…”

Joey’s nails dug into Tristan’s back, he could only hope he didn’t make Tristan bleed. This was some of the hardest sex he had ever had. And it felt great.

“AHHHHHHHHHH….TRISTAN….”

“Come…Baby…”

“So close…”

“COME…” Tristan’s voice was so deep and husky that it sent Joey over the edge. Tristan came as he felt Joey’s velvety walls enclose around him. Joey looked once at himself in the mirror before losing consciousness.


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Joey peeked one eye open. He felt Tristan’s weight shifting as the brunet got off the bed. “Tristan?”

“Go back to sleep, Baby. It’s early.” Joey was too exhausted to do anything else but follow Tristan’s instructions. He was asleep again before Tristan even made it to the other side of his bedroom.

“Wake up, Beautiful.” Joey looked at Tristan. “I made you breakfast, but you have to sit up so you can eat it.” Joey made a face. Had he really been asleep long enough for Tristan to make him breakfast? Apparently so.

Joey sat up. Tristan smiled at him. “I made your favorite.”

“I should have cooked you something.”

“Um um. Don’t start that crap again. Here.” Joey frowned. “Eat it, it’s your favorite.”

“Pecan waffles!” Joey looked at Tristan, another frown. “How did you know?”

“I called Yugi. He wasn’t too happy to be woken up. Some guy named Bakura cursed me out in Arabic or something.” Joey laughed. “Now eat it. I have another surprise for you.” Joey was still a little sleepy, and his brain wasn’t fully online yet.

Tristan got impatient and started feeding him some of the sweet breakfast, allowing syrup to drizzle down his chin.

“You’re making me a sticky mess.”

“More of an excuse to shower you off, Joey.” Joey blushed. It suddenly occurred to him that he had slept with Tristan last night. What had last night been? Their fourth date? If you counted Tuesday and Thursday nights as dates. If not then this was only their second date. Joey wasn’t sure what to think. Had he moved too fast with Tristan?

Especially after all of Tristan’s confessions in the park. He wasn’t close to anyone anymore. He didn’t commit. He didn’t subm Oh, Oh, and he murdered seven people. Joey laughed. Be serious here. Sleeping with someone is a big deal. And you just slept with Tristan.

“What’s so funny, Joey?” Joey looked at him.

“Nothing.” Tristan gave him a look but didn’t push the subject. Joey ate the rest of the breakfast in silence, his mind focusing on his activities from the night before. He couldn’t believe he had slept with him. He hadn’t even been thinking. Did Tristan think he was easy?

Tristan moved the dishes. “Joey, you look upset.” Joey didn’t answer.

“Want to see your other surprise now?” Joey shrugged. Why had he slept with Tristan? Sex always ruined relationships. “I know you’re a little uneasy about last night. I hope I didn’t pressure you into it.” Joey shook his head no.

“It’s not you, Tristan…”

“I know we’ve only just started to get to know each other. But what I do know about you I like. Your smile, your blush. The way you talk, the way you laugh. The way you respond to me. The way you look when you think I’m cocky. The way you smell, the way you laugh. How adorable you look when you’re asleep. Here.” He handed Joey a piece of paper.

“I made it when I first woke up. I’m not much an artist.” Joey looked at the picture and back up. His eyes were now huge. It was a drawif Jof Joey sleeping made from a black colored pencil. It was a remarkable likeness, Joey’s hair all over the pillow, a content look on his face as he slumbered in Tristan’s bed. On the bottom Tristan had scribbled the word “Beauty” and signed his name.

“I…I didn’t even know you could draw…Tristan…”

“Well, it’s a rough sketch… I got used to sketching you from art class. You were the perfect subject, you didn’t even flinch as you slept. I guess I wore you out.” Joey was at a loss for words. “Baby, I know things are going fast, but I can’t help myself when I’m around you. Joey, you’re an incredible person, and it just amazes me that the outside is just as beautiful as the inside.” Joey looked up again.

Oh gods, Tristan…I love you.

“Joey?”

“No one’s ever…no one’s ever done something like this for me before. Thank you.”

“I like the way I feel around you, Joey. I hope you don’t have any regrets about last night…”

“Tristan…” Tristan leaned in and kissed him. Joey’s hands immediately wrapped around his neck. “No regrets…none…I have no regrets…” Joey returned the kiss full force. “Tristan, you just earned yourself a whole lot more ass points…” They both laughed.


Author’s Endnotes: Okay, guys… more culture about Japan. Tokyo University is like the Harvard or Yale of Japan. In fact there are “junior colleges” that people can apply to that specialize in helping students get into Tokyo University if they’re rejected their first try. Seto was certainly full of himself in that flashback, wasn’t he? Actually we get to see Seto again next chapter, because it’s Yami’s biay pay party. And Yugi gets to have a whole lot of fun when he gives Yami a gift no one at the party will soon forget. snicker. “Ass Points” that was all my roommate. Well, sort of. We were watching television one day and a guy did something really romantic for a girl and she goes, “Hum, I like that. Pussy points.” Every time a guy we meet does something bad we subtract points. Or give him strikes. “Oh, he forgot to call, that’s strike 15.” It’s silly. Anyway, Tristan sketched Joey a picture of him sleeping… that’s cute… but poor Tristan… all his friends abandoning him, going from meaningless situation to meaningless situation. Sounds like Joey’s roommate. Well, review, tell me what you think. And because you guys are all so great:


“He’s quite the exhibitionist, isn’t he?” Tristan asked, watching the scene.

“He told me he wanted to give Yami a special present. Apparently he wanted to give him the gift of arousal,” Joey remarked, shaking his head. Only Yugi. Only Yugi.

“Well, it is the gift that keeps on giving, Joey. Can you blame Yami for getting worked up. Hell, your roommate’s making me hard and I’m standing a good ten feet away from him.”

“And he’s not even drunk, Tris, thathe whe worst part.”

“I just hope Kaiba doesn’t come out and see this.”

“Too late.” Joey and Tristan watched as the CEO of Kaiba Corp reappeared.

Seto’s eyes focused on the spectacle in the middle of the floor. Was that YUGI on top of Yami like that?