As the SUV picked up speed on the freeway, Atticus made repeated attempts to mess with the current music selection. Zane was having none of it.

"I'm not listening to Lady Gaga." The bluenette said, leaving little room for an ultimatum.

"Why not?" Atticus whined.

"Because. That's why." Zane replied, eyes not breaking from the road. "Pick something else. I've got enough Indie stuff you should be happy."

"That's all good. But, like… it's Lady Gaga. Everyone needs Lady Gaga. Especially us gay guys." Atticus said, almost sounding poetic.

"I'm not that gay." Zane reasoned. "Listen to something else."

"Dude, you listen to Ke$ha." Atticus laughed. "You cannot judge me."

"I paid for everything in this car." Zane declared. "I choose the music."

"…So?" Atticus replied. "I'm still your boyfriend, I get choices."

"In-between the sheets, maybe." Zane quipped.

"God, why am I dating you?" The brunette groaned.

"My money, my looks, and to a far lesser extent, my personality." The bluenette listed.

"What personality?" Atticus cheerfully asked. "I mean, I've been looking for one, but I don't think it's in there." He said, playfully poking the side of Zane's head.

"I'm…subdued." Zane replied.

"Dude, you love Ke$ha so much, let's get your nose pierced." Atticus suggested. Zane merely blinked.

"I don't love Ke$ha." He lamely defended.

"Dude, lighten up. Please." Atticus jokingly begged. "No one from school is here. You're allowed to be the Ke$ha loving, dirty joke making, occasionally fun having guy I love."

"Maybe." Zane answered.

"You are such a hardass." Atticus said, rolling his beautiful eyes. "Why?"

"Because it makes people think I'm a badass." Zane explained.

"You kind of are." Atticus nodded. "You did go six months without smiling."

"My record is nine months." Zane added, face frozen and eyes locked on the road. Atticus chuckled somewhat nervously.

"That's…that's good." The brunette said, eyeing the bluenette carefully. "When going on vacation…how, no, why are you still being scary?"

"Force of habit." Zane explained. "Like how you're always annoying optimistic."

"Hey, it makes me popular." Atticus smiled and shrugged. "You're the best duelist and all that, but…"

"I am too popular." Zane interrupted. "Explain why you all always follow me."

"…Damn." Atticus said, beaten on his current point. It was somewhat annoying that Zane was impossible to make look bad. He cracked a grin and quickly dropped his head on Zane's shoulder, laughing all the way. "You're just too funny."

"Funny?" Zane repeated.

"Yeah, dude." Atticus said. "I mean, who brags about how long they can go without smiling? That's crazy."

"I suppose I'm just crazy." Zane said. Atticus sighed, not sure how one very attractive teen could be so stubborn.

He had known Zane for basically ever. The two had been best friends the first minute they had met and boyfriends ten minutes later. Atticus, by virtue of his perfect memory, remembered every vulgar thing they had ever done. The brunette unbuckled his seat belt and relaxed into the chair, content to try and sleep until they got to wherever their destination was.

"That better not result in me getting a ticket." Zane warned.

"Dude, you're rich. Shut up." Atticus waved his hand dismissively. "Like…be normal."

"This is being normal." Zane said, shrugging slightly. Atticus practically giggled.

"Oh, dude. You're just too weird." Atticus said. "Though, that's why I love you."

"Weirdness?" Zane asked.

"Yeah." Atticus nodded. "You're general tight assed-ness is actually amusing. In a kind of offbeat sort of way."

"Off beat?" Zane said, expanding on his pattern of repeating singular words.

"Yeah, totally!" Atticus chirped. "Between your weird non-smiling policy and the crazy cleaning habits, you're hilarious."

"I like things clean." Zane explained. "It keeps things running smoothly."

"Huh?" Atticus asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Everything runs better when it's clean." The bluenette offered. "Don't you enjoy life more when everything is well kept?"

"It doesn't really matter." The brunette chuckled.

"Of course it does." Zane quickly countered. "No one is really happy if they have to spend half an hour looking for clean underwear."

"That's why I avoid underwear whenever I can." The always-naughty surfer boy declared. "That, and it always makes my junk feel trapped."

"Why?" Zane asked. "I'm bigger than you."

"Like Hell you are!" Atticus defended. "Pull over!"

"What?" Zane sputtered.

"Screw it." Atticus mumbled as he undid the front of his jeans and, quite literally whipped it out. Zane, despite knowing better, exploded into laughter.

"First of all… thanks for the treat." Zane said, letting one of his hands drift from the steering wheel to give Atticus a squeeze. The brunette grinned and winked. "Second. I'm still bigger."

"Dude. You're so not." Atticus said, not caring that he was debating size while Zane had a rather firm grip. Rebellion aside, he couldn't hide the fact his member was responding to Zane's touch. "I'm at least thicker."

"Okay, I'll give you that point." Zane slightly smirked, deviously feeling his way around. With a quick chuckle, the bluenette extricated his hand and resumed proper driving form. Atticus merely rolled his eyes.

"Whatev, Zaney." Atticus said. "That was your freebie. You passed it up." Zane really didn't seem to care, largely because he was able to get Atticus to strip with merely one carefully placed suggestion. "Are you sure you're gay? I just whipped it out and all you did was grope."

"A grope was all I needed at this particular instant." Zane said. "Besides, I figured if you were that desperate for the briefest bit of pleasure, you'd go at it yourself."

"Psh, I've done a lot worse stuff in this car." Atticus almost bragged, winking. "I think that stain is still back there."

"Which one?" Zane almost groaned. "The one where we misfired during sex, or the one after you wiped out and soiled yourself?"

"I think…the first one?" The always ditzy brunette answered, actually not knowing which was what. "I'm bored. Do something fun."

"Define fun." Zane asked.

"That time you fell asleep and had a wet dream in class." Atticus chuckled. Zane felt his eye twitch.

"That…that was merely an extremely unwanted biological occurrence." The bluenette awkwardly explained.

"Dude, you creamed your pants." Atticus pointed out. "According to Jesse, pretty intensely."

"Shut up." Zane almost growled. Atticus giggled.

"Relax, Zaney." The brunette said with a wave of his hand. "We've all been there…though most of us avoid doing it in class."

"It's not like I planned it." Zane rolled his eyes. "Besides, I was dreaming of you, therefore you should be happy."

"Dude, I am." Atticus nodded. "Just…still surprised it happened period."

"I blame you." Zane declared. "I was fant-, er, dreaming about you. It's your fault."

"I'll so take the blame on that one." Atticus bragged, "So…I love you." The surfer said, shifting so his head was resting in his beloved's lap.

"I love you too, Atty." Zane said, smiling.

"Ha!" Atticus triumphantly declared, jabbing a finger on the left side of Zane's still grinning mouth. "I win!"

"Yes, yes. You win." Zane ceded. "Though, I win this." The bluenette quizzically said.

"Win wha-?" Atticus nearly finished his question, but not before sniffing. He quickly grinned. "Ah, Zaney. Nice one!" He declared, amused at his button-downed boyfriend's successful attempt at flatulence.

"Well, I do live with you." Zane shrugged. Atticus continued to giggle.

"I'm so proud you're finally picking up on my amazing skills." The brunette beamed. "Granted I'm still, like, a million times nastier than you, but you're off to a good start."

"Such a compliment." Zane quipped. "How ever would I repay such a nicety?"

"A what?" Atticus arched an eyebrow.

"Never mind." Zane laughed, dropping a hand from the steering wheel to gently begin petting Atticus' blue mane. "Even softer than normal. New shampoo?"

"Yeah, I think." Atticus nodded his head further into Zane's lap/hand. "Didn't we do a commercial for shampoo or something?"

"I don't know. Probably." Zane answered, still petting. "We do publicity for everything. And we're not even Pro yet."

"Oh, we're gonna be so rich when we graduate." Atticus said, stars in his eyes. "There's a chance we might not even have to Duel that much."

"I enjoy winning." Zane said.

"Uh-huh." Atticus rolled his eyes. "As soon as we graduate, we should go on a really long cruise or something. Just, you know, get away."

"This isn't away?" The bluenette inquired.

"I mean, like, really away." Atticus laughed, adjusting his head in Zane's lap.

"Are you kidding?" Zane asked, laughing as his hand shifted to rub Atty's forehead. "Our merry gang of friends would follow us. It's what they do."

"Yeah." Atticus agreed. "It's pretty scary what Chazz and Aster can do when they put their wallets and brains to it."

"I long to be as evil as those two." Zane wistfully sighed. "They're close to super villains. Attractive, teenage super villains."

"Yeah, that sounds healthy." Atticus giggled as he arched an eyebrow. "They're not super villains, they're rich kids who are really good at hiding the fact they're total sweethearts."

"That doesn't sound as exotic." Zane said. "That just makes them…well, normal."

"Exactly." Atticus bragged, poking Zane in the chin. "We are normal. You just think we're all crazy. We pretty much just go to crazy places and deal with crazy people, but we're normal."

"So you say." Zane winked.

"Yes, so I say." Atticus countered. "It's all those books you read, you make things seem over the top."

"They somewhat are." Zane shrugged.

"Zaney, babe, if things were this crazy, why is BlackJack night our biggest weekly draw?" Atticus correctly pointed out.

"…No clue." Zane said.

"We're all due to graduate in, what, nine months?" Atticus began, his face doing the same cute constrictions it did whenever he tried to do math. "Yeah, nine months. Then we're all Pro, and the world gets really fun. We should just, can't believe I'm saying this…enjoy school."

"I've always enjoyed school. So do you, though, you seem to enjoy lusting after Mr. Ishtar more than studying."

"I have a B+ average, I balance studying and lusting." The spacey brunette declared.

"Pure luck." Zane teased, flicking Atticus' nose. Atticus tried his best to growl. "Down, boy."

"You're such a prick." Atticus grumbled, but still not removing himself from Zane's lap.

"Deal with it." Zane grinned. Atticus followed suit. "I'm a rich prick you happen to be madly in love with."

"God, don't remind me." The brunette groaned.