An Innocent Invitation
"Jounouchi," Yuugi's sing-song voice came over the receiver of the phone.
"Yea?" Jounouchi asked, munching on his after-school sandwich.
"Would you like to come over the weekend? Grandpa went to a convention and he said I could have someone over to keep me company."
"Eh? A convention? What for?"
Yuugi replied, "Archeology or something. He gets back on Sunday morning. It'll be fun, we'll have the whole place to ourselves."
"Sure," Jounouchi agreed. It sounded better than staying home and being bored all weekend.
Looking back on it, that was probably the second that the situation left Jounouchi's control, sort of like the moment that he handed over the contract for his soul to the devil… if that analogy made any sense. After he got off the phone, he jammed some clothes and some movies into his backpack - unceremoniously dumping his school supplies onto his bed - and left the house without so much as a note as to where he would be. Chances were that his dad wouldn't notice he was gone anyway.
When he arrived Yuugi was lounging on the couch, looking amazingly comfortable in his usual black-and-leather combination. Jounouchi had worn leather pants once - for Halloween - and it had been horribly uncomfortable. He couldn't figure out what Yuugi found so appealing about it.
"Hey! You want to go out to dinner?"
Jounouchi dropped his backpack onto the couch. "Sure; what do you have in mind?"
"I don't know. Something good. Something simple."
Jounouchi wanted to point out that in leather pants and a tank top Yuugi looked a little dressed up for 'something simple'. Instead he smiled. "McDonalds?" he suggested.
"Ew. No, something that actually has some nutritional value," Yuugi argued. "Hmm… what about that place down the road? You know, the place with the curry and pizza?"
Jounouchi grinned.
And that was how he found himself sitting in the small restaurant at a two-person table with Yuugi. It was on the second floor of a medium-sized building, and everything was in a fairly small room… small for a restaurant, anyway. There were two four-person tables, two two-person tables, and one big eight-person table in the middle. On each table there was a water jug - well, something of a thermos crossbred with a jug - filled with cool water; there were cups on each table. The kitchen where all the cooking was done was right where everyone could see, only cut off from the tables by a counter. It was a quaint place, with a big window that showed a view of the city; maps and various other posters decorated the light brown walls.
"So," Yuugi asked as they waited for the server to bring them their menus, "anything you'd like to do this weekend?"
Before Jounouchi could respond the waitress brought them their menus and scurried off. Once she was back in the kitchen Jou said, "I don't know, maybe just chill. Seems we do things way too often."
Yuugi laughed. "True. Sitting around the house in pajamas sounds nice."
Jou didn't talk much during dinner; he was too busy devouring his curry. Thankfully, Yuugi was more restrained and did all the talking, even though he usually got little more than a grunt or monosyllabic response from Jounouchi.
"Do you think we should pick up some movies to watch? We've seen all the ones at my house."
Jounouchi shook his head and actually stopped eating to elaborate, "I brought some. Besides, it's okay to watch stuff that we've already seen. Then we don't have to pay too much attention."
"Oh," Yuugi grinned. "Expecting to be distracted?"
Was it just Jounouchi or had Yuugi just sounded flirty? …No, it had to be the spices going to his head; Yuugi wasn't a flirty sort of guy. "I dunno." He shrugged and turned his full attention back to this curry.
When they finished eating Yuugi insisted that they stay out for a while. "I don't want to spend all night cooped up in the house. I'll go insane!" he pouted. Jounouchi conceded.
…and - to his horror - found himself shopping with Yuugi, wandering through the mall and stopping at every single store that caught Yuugi's fancy. Jounouchi didn't like shopping period, but shopping with Yuugi… that was worse than just shopping. Especially when Yuugi dragged him into some off-the-wall store and tried to convince him to try on various belts and collars and armbands.
Jounouchi hated collars. "You know," he said teasingly as Yuugi knelt down to admire some accessories in a glass case, "it's funny that someone like you has such kinky fashion sense."
Yuugi looked up at him - smirking? What the hell? - and replied in the most innocent tone, "Me? Kinky? What would make you say that?"
Jounouchi rolled his eyes. "Collars, belts, leather… when do you yank out the handcuffs and whip?" He almost backed up when Yuugi stood. His short friend looked almost predatory as he winked and purred, "When we get home." Then he practically skipped out of the store, cheerfully waving goodbye to the cashier. Jounouchi followed, a little surprised.
Okay, very surprised. That couldn't have been his imagination. Yuugi had definitely been flirty. And "flirty" wasn't one of the adjectives that Jounouchi would choose to describe Yuugi.
Next came the clothing store. Given an option, Jounouchi probably would have swallowed his pride and tried on a collar - hell, would have bought one! - if he had known it would save him from the horror of trying on leather pants. Damn Yuugi and his perfected puppy-eyed beg!
Jounouchi stared at himself in the dressing room mirror. Black leather pants. Dark blue sleeveless shirt. He frowned and fidgeted. If it had more chains or buckles it could have been something straight from Yuugi's wardrobe… but Jounouchi was going to stick with jeans and a t-shirt. Comfortable. Normal. And had he mentioned not like a second skin?
"Well," Yuugi demanded impatiently from the other side of the dressing room door, "are you ever going to come out?"
"I don't want to be seen like this!" Jounouchi protested.
"Jou…" Yuugi stretched out the name, effectively imitating a childlike whine. "I want to see!"
Jounouchi hesitantly opened the door, but never left the doorway, standing there for Yuugi to observe. Immediately Yuugi's face lit up. "You look great! You should look into changing your style."
"I'll leave this style to you," Jounouchi said firmly. "You're a little odd sometimes…"
Yuugi laughed merrily. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." Jounouchi turned to enter the dressing room, fully prepared to change back into his own clothes…
He yelped before he closed the door. He locked it.
Yuugi has just touched his ass.
He stared at himself in the mirror. Wide eyes. A little pale. Wait, was he blushing?
Yuugi. had. just. touched. his. ass.
Jounouchi shook his head rapidly. Ow.
Yuugi had just -
"Jou, you're taking forever," Yuugi complained. "I'm going to go pay for my clothes, okay?"
"Okay," Jounouchi croaked. He set to peeling off the clothes he was wearing.
He wasn't quite sure what bothered him more: Yuugi touching his ass, or the thrill he got from it.
- author says -
touch yer nose! ...wait, wrong game.
I had this idea stuck in my head nearly all weekend before I finally got my ass up and wrote it down. I've just seen too much fan art with these boys in impossibly short shorts, and contemplated Yuugi's hair one too many times. Arg, this was another one of those "supposed-to-be-a-one-shot" stories that ran away without me. I was helpless to follow its lead. Haha, stupid story. Stupid perverted horny teenagers. Honestly…!
So yea, this is chapter 1. Sort of dull, ne? *sigh* This is actually sort of funny, how sex leads into the plot. *scratches head* or maybe I just wanted to see Yuugi on top. I don't know. Either way, there is a plot coming with this seemingly mindless chapter, I swear on, uhm, that-random-guy-over-there's soul. I think its mainly trying to develop Jou and all his random and confused thoughts.
Oh! wait! So the restaurant Jou and Yuugi go to is based on one of my favorite restaurants back where we used to live. Mm, curry = good. They had pretty off pizza. Scratch that, the Japanese make odd pizza. ^_^
- author out -