Picnic

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, the story, or the characters. Wish I did, though.


“Man, you’ve got your elbow in my eye; move!” Ryuzaki shoved him.

“I can’t.” Haga shoved back. “There isn’t room.” Sulkily, “Whose dumb idea was this, anyhow.?”

Matter of factly, “Yours.” Ryuzaki struggled a little, under him. “You said ‘Look, there’s Pegasus’ ice chest…”

Haga jabbed at his ribs. “I did not!”

“You did.” Ryuzaki squirmed again. “You said ‘Let’s get in it, maybe he has some rare cards we can see…”

“No way!” This time Haga’s elbow went up his nose. “You’re the one who took his picnic out.”

Ryuzaki snickered. “He’s gonna be MAD when he sees it gone!”

“He won’t care,” laughing, “he can drink some wine.”

“Yeah.” They both laughed.

The ice chest bounced with each motion of the car. Ryuzaki and Haga were jounced together, and apart, with each bump. “Haga,” Ryuzaki grabbed his wrist. “Do you know where your hand is?”

“Sorry, man!” He tried to pull back.

“Don’t be.” Ryuzaki laughed softly. “Do it again.”

“What, like that?” In a shocked voice, “Isn’t that your…”

Ryuzaki’s hands groped for him. “Yeah.” Finding his shirt, they slid inside. “Feels weird, having you so close.” Brushing bare skin, “Kind of good.”

“I don’t know…”

“There’s no where to go.” Ryuzaki’s lips were right next to his ear. Had they been there all along? “We’ve gotta do something while we wait.” He turned a little, and Haga felt their lips meet.

“Quit it, man,” he tried to pull back. “You’re fogging up my glasses.”

Ryuzaki laughed again. “How can you tell?” His arms tightened around Haga. “It’s so hot in here.” Their lips touched again.

They were so close together. Ryuzaki’s knee was in his stomach, and their lips were squished against each other. Haga was sure that was Ryuzaki’s erection under his hand.

Haga felt Ryuzaki’s tongue, trying to get his mouth open. It was crazy, but there, in that hot little space, he kind of wanted to let him. Haga opened, and tasted Ryuzaki’s spit, clean in his own mouth. Their teeth bumped together with a little click.

This is crazy. The words kept going through his head. There was no way of knowing how long it would be before the car stopped, and Haga found himself wondering what Ryuzaki felt like, without his pants in the way. He moved his fingers; touched a seam; was that the zipper? Sliding his hand upward, yes, it was.

“Yeah,” Haga could feel Ryuzaki’s tongue against his mouth when he spoke. “Do it!” It felt wet, and warm, and kind of good. “Open it, Haga.”

It wasn’t working, one-handed. “I don’t know if I can.” His other arm was twisted backward, behind him, but he kept trying, and managed to bring it around. Who knew there was so little space inside these things! There, now he had both hands on the zipper; it came open, and Haga pushed the underwear out of the way. Ryuzaki’s skin was silky against his hand; his erection was a little bit wet, right at the tip.

Haga kissed him again, opening his mouth for Ryuzaki’s tongue. I hope they don’t stop the car for a while. He could feel his own erection inside his pants; when he moved a little, it rubbed against Ryuzaki’s leg. He rubbed harder there.

“Damn, that’s great!” Ryuzaki’s voice sounded a little choked. “Don’t stop, Haga.”

“I’m not doing…” Maybe it was the way the car was moving. Something felt awfully good, and Haga didn’t want to stop either.

“I want you.”

Haga swallowed. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Ryuzaki almost sounded scared. Now Haga was sure the other boy was moving harder against his hand. “I’m gonna…”

“What?” Haga moved just as hard as he could against Ryuzaki’s leg.

“Don’t stop doing that.” Ryuzaki was almost bouncing them both out of the ice chest. “I’m gonna COME, Haga!”

“Me too!”

When the lid of the chest opened, it took them both by surprise. “What have we here?” That was Pegasus’ voice! He sounded amused.

The two boys stared up, blinking at the unexpected light. “Come look, Seto-kun.” Another shadow came over them. “We seem to have a very unusual picnic today.” He laughed. “Positively delicious, I’d say.”

“You caught some fanboys.” Kaiba sounded bored. “Make them go away.”

“Must we?” Haga could make out the predatory smile on Pegasus’ face now. “Shouldn’t they be made to pay for depriving us of our lunch?” He bent closer.

“I’m hungry, Pegasus.” Seto pulled him away. “Let’s go.” Turning away, “Have your servants take care of these two.”