Carwash, with Extra Wax

6 – Details, Details

Their earlier horseplay had left both of them
pretty worked up, so it wasn’t long before Joey came in the rag
and Tristan (with a loud shout of “Fuck, oh yeah!”) came
in Joey. The extra rags were put to good use.

Tristan gathered up the used rags of all
substances and began tossing them into his now-empty bucket by the
front of the limo.

“Now, can I finish cleaning this trunk
so that we can get outta here?” Joey said as he pulled up his
clothes, aware that Kaiba, if he was
watching them, was now getting an unobstructed
view of his shiny white ass. Which was probably really and truly
gleaming now that it had been thoroughly waxed and polished. “This
place is so quiet it’s giving me the creeps.”

“He had a bug up his ass about the
limo. Wonder what’s in there that he’s so worried about?”
Tristan opened the rear passenger door.

Joey worked on the trunk, chanting quietly,
“Almost done almost done almost done.”

“Hey!” he heard Tristan say
suddenly. “Come look at this!”

Joey came around and squinted in at where
Tristan was pointing to something on the back seat.

“What? Ya never seen upholstery
before?”

“No, dickhead, look closer.”

Joey leaned into the limo interior and
peered. There seemed to be a number of long blonde hairs.

Long blonde hairs? “Hey,
do you think Kaiba’s dating Mai?
Man, the rich guys get all
the good ‘tang.”

“No Sherlock. It can’t be Mai’s
hair – her hair is wavy.
This is totally straight. Besides,” he reached over and pulled
a hair from Joey’s head with a jerk, “I don’t think
it’s blonde. Look.”

“Ow!” Joey rubbed his stinging
forehead and looked at the two hairs side by side. “Yeah, I see
what you’re sayin’. It’s not yellow hair, it’s
more like white. Like Ryou’s?”

“It’s not white, it’s gray.
Or silver. So …”
Tristan spread his hands.

“So?”

“So, who do we know with long
silver-gray hair that would be in the back seat of Kaiba’s
limo?”

Joey shook his head. “I didn’t
study for this quiz, Tris, ya gotta help me out.”

Tristan rolled his eyes, then said in a high
falsetto, “Oh, Kaiba-boy …”

“Oh shit!
No shit! Ya think? But he’s like – the enemy. Especially
to Kaiba. He did all that stuff to him while we were at Duelist
Kingdom.”

“Exactly. That's why he’s so
paranoid about us being in the car!”

“Wow. Pegasus must really be broke if
Kaiba is lending him his limo.”

Tristan stared at Joey for a full 30 seconds.
“You are either unbelievably naïve or unbelievably thick.
Kaiba's ridin’ the pony, Joey.” At Joey’s
still-blank look, he added patiently, “Pegasus is doin’
him?”

Comprehension finally dawned in the chocolate
brown eyes, and his jaw dropped.

Tristan grinned. “Let’s see if
there’s anything else interesting in here.”

Every compartment in the limo was empty. They
were just about to give up when Joey, who had been pushing the tufted
buttons on the console, said, “Bingo!” One of the buttons
had turned out to be an actual button, and what had looked like just
a decorative panel turned out to open a shallow hidden compartment.

Inside was a red velvet bag. Inside the red
velvet bag were a dozen condoms (“Magnum Ultras,” Tristan
whistled as he flapped one of the packages, “he must actually
be hung like a winged horse”), three white candle stubs,
a lighter, several lengths of well-worn red velvet cord and –
“Aha! Proof!” - a Funny Bunny comic.

“Oh this is great.” Tristan was
beaming. “We are so
gonna nail him. This is like total evidence.”

“Ah, Tristan? I don’t think
Kaiba’s nailable. Maybe by the dude with the spooky Eye,”
he shuddered, “but not by us.”

“Don’t worry, little buddy,”
Tristan said expansively, “Just leave it all up to me.”

Joey started to get out of the car.

“Where you going?” Tristan asked.

“Finish cleaning the trunk?” Joey
offered.

“Oh no, I think we’re done
cleaning,” Tristan said.