Joey Got Caught
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,122
Reviews:
9
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.
Joey got caught
This is another little snip I wrote based on a Yu-gi-oh roleplay I have with a friend. Again I am sorry its short. Just something fun involving Joey and his goofing around in the kitchen.
Warning: Cursing and whatever else you find.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything within this story, no Yu-gi-oh no song. Just my weirdness that possessed me to write this. Song is American Badass by Kid Rock.
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Soft pout held along Joey's lips as he made his way down the long stairwell. He slipped around the corner with ease softly stomping his way into the kitchen. He grumbled to himself about smashing cell phones and beating computers into piles of scrap metal.
Seto worked too hard. Simple as that. The day he was suppose to spend alone with Seto seem to fall into the black pit known as work. So unfair. Mokuba was spending the next 24 hours at a friends, and the staff was gratefully off that day, it would have been the perfect day to spend with the otherwise busy CEO. Joey suddenly went into a sudden-death-overtime pout. Life was just so fucking unfair.., he thought. Stupid fucking corporation taking his Seto from him. 'Course what could he do? He understood why Seto worked as hard as he did. He knew the underline reasons for it all, Mokuba had enlightened him on it. For a young kid Mokuba was very wise.
With a heavy sigh, and yes still pouting, Joey rummaged througt he cupboard and fridge looking to see what exactly was available to him to make lunch. If he couldn't spend time with Seto like he wanted he would at least make things a bit pampered for the CEO and make him a nice lunch. That is if Seto would eat it. He had better or else, thought Joey with a small chuckle to himself.
A spot of black caught his eye as he wandered towards the other side of the kitchen. Against the wall next to where a pantry was, sat a small Bose radio on the counter. Perfect, maybe something good was on to lighten Joey's mood. He flicked the switch on and rolled the dial to find a good station. Ah ha! He found one that brought a smile to his otherwise pouting lips. An american radio station, that surprisingly was playing a song he just totally loved; American Bad Ass. That would definitely lighten him up a bit. He turned the dial up so the song rang noisily through the kitchen.
Joey turned back to the task of throwing together lunch. Gathering cold cuts, bread and condiments he set to making a simple cold lunch to bring to Seto. During this small task he danced a bit to the song, as he started to sing with the words.
~ I'm an American Bad Ass, Watch me kick, you can roll with Rock, Or you can suck my dick, I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace, I'm gunna fuck some hoes after I rock this place..~
He swung his hips back and forth to the beat of the obnoxious song. He slid across the floor to the cupboard that held the plates and took two down continuing to sing.
~ Superfly living doublewide, Side car on my Glide so Joe C can ride, Fuckin sack to share, bringing flash and glare, Got the long hair swinging, middle finger in the air.. ~
He gave a small twirl and danced his way back to the sandwiches that were made. His head banged forward a little to the tune.
~ Snake skin suits, 65 Chevelle See me ridin in sin in the rebel yell, I won't live to tell, so if you do, Give the next generation a big FUCK YOU! ~
He settled the sandwiched upon the plates and turned to gather glasses when he froze in spot and gave a high pitched squeal, his eyes glued to the smug figure at the kitchen door.
Warning: Cursing and whatever else you find.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything within this story, no Yu-gi-oh no song. Just my weirdness that possessed me to write this. Song is American Badass by Kid Rock.
‡‡‡--------‡‡‡
Soft pout held along Joey's lips as he made his way down the long stairwell. He slipped around the corner with ease softly stomping his way into the kitchen. He grumbled to himself about smashing cell phones and beating computers into piles of scrap metal.
Seto worked too hard. Simple as that. The day he was suppose to spend alone with Seto seem to fall into the black pit known as work. So unfair. Mokuba was spending the next 24 hours at a friends, and the staff was gratefully off that day, it would have been the perfect day to spend with the otherwise busy CEO. Joey suddenly went into a sudden-death-overtime pout. Life was just so fucking unfair.., he thought. Stupid fucking corporation taking his Seto from him. 'Course what could he do? He understood why Seto worked as hard as he did. He knew the underline reasons for it all, Mokuba had enlightened him on it. For a young kid Mokuba was very wise.
With a heavy sigh, and yes still pouting, Joey rummaged througt he cupboard and fridge looking to see what exactly was available to him to make lunch. If he couldn't spend time with Seto like he wanted he would at least make things a bit pampered for the CEO and make him a nice lunch. That is if Seto would eat it. He had better or else, thought Joey with a small chuckle to himself.
A spot of black caught his eye as he wandered towards the other side of the kitchen. Against the wall next to where a pantry was, sat a small Bose radio on the counter. Perfect, maybe something good was on to lighten Joey's mood. He flicked the switch on and rolled the dial to find a good station. Ah ha! He found one that brought a smile to his otherwise pouting lips. An american radio station, that surprisingly was playing a song he just totally loved; American Bad Ass. That would definitely lighten him up a bit. He turned the dial up so the song rang noisily through the kitchen.
Joey turned back to the task of throwing together lunch. Gathering cold cuts, bread and condiments he set to making a simple cold lunch to bring to Seto. During this small task he danced a bit to the song, as he started to sing with the words.
~ I'm an American Bad Ass, Watch me kick, you can roll with Rock, Or you can suck my dick, I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace, I'm gunna fuck some hoes after I rock this place..~
He swung his hips back and forth to the beat of the obnoxious song. He slid across the floor to the cupboard that held the plates and took two down continuing to sing.
~ Superfly living doublewide, Side car on my Glide so Joe C can ride, Fuckin sack to share, bringing flash and glare, Got the long hair swinging, middle finger in the air.. ~
He gave a small twirl and danced his way back to the sandwiches that were made. His head banged forward a little to the tune.
~ Snake skin suits, 65 Chevelle See me ridin in sin in the rebel yell, I won't live to tell, so if you do, Give the next generation a big FUCK YOU! ~
He settled the sandwiched upon the plates and turned to gather glasses when he froze in spot and gave a high pitched squeal, his eyes glued to the smug figure at the kitchen door.