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Waking up to a slight headache, Kaiba was relieved to realize that he wasn't nearly as hungover as he thought he'd be. The pain was tolerable, if dulling, and after getting out of bed and taking a painkiller with a glass of water, he told himself to just suck it up before he went downstairs to breakfast and figured out his weekend. If he wanted to, he could go back to the office, but that would probably piss Mokuba off. He'd want to do something together.
Unfortunately, he wasn't going to get up until near noon, so Kaiba wandered into his bathroom to take care of himself before he stepped back into the bedroom to get dressed. Staring blankly at the bed, he realized what had happened the night before. Mokuba hadn't returned him to the room.
Jonouchi had.
It bothered him, and quickly getting into his clothes, he tried not to think about it too much. The loser was always trying to get into his private shit, and was probably just looking for ammo to use against him. Not that Kaiba gave a damn about his drinking, he wasn't all that ashamed over it, and lots of people in his position did the same thing. Gozaburo certainly had, he was drunk nearly every night as long as he didn't need to be anywhere before mid-morning the next day.
He hated his adoptive father and there were a lot of things Kaiba didn't want to do like him, but drinking wasn't one of them. It helped. Whenever he drank, it dulled out whatever stinging emotions he was experiencing and helped him fall asleep so he wouldn't lie in bed wracked with insomnia.
Didn't help keep him asleep, with the nightmares, but Kaiba didn't expect miracles.
He also didn't plan on drinking in excess like that for a while, getting his boots on and tying them before knocking loudly on Mokuba's door (incase he thought he was about to get away with sleeping past eight), and went downstairs with his wallet and keys.
He was really hungry. The sake he drank the night before didn't make him sick, and starving for something, he found his way down to the restaurant, taking a seat in a corner booth before a waiter appeared with a menu and a glass of water and cup of coffee for him to drink. Usually it was tea, but they knew him.
The hangover wasn't bad, but he still felt weird. Like his balance was off or something, and sipping his coffee waiting for everything to return to normal, he noticed someone familiar passing by.
Jonouchi Katsuya.
Well damn, he certainly wasn't going to do anything to attract attention now, but that probably wouldn't matter. His luck always seemed poor when the old acquaintance appeared to bother him, just coming out of nowhere and sticking his dumb head in Kaiba's shit like it was where he belonged. It bothered him to no end, and he looked away hoping Jonouchi's eyes wouldn't glance toward him, but no such luck.
He was spotted. Kaiba could feel his face tense up in anticipation for forced socializing, and trying to look busy, he took out his phone and began reading stocks. Maybe the moron would get a clue and realize he wasn't welcomed if he just ignored him.
Although that never seemed to work in the past.
Jonouchi watched Kaiba momentarily to gauge whether or not his hangover was making him pissier than usual. He looked about normal, if a bit dazed. So Jonouchi approached, offering a brief wave and friendly smile in greeting.
"Good morning," he figured he may as well try being friendly. Last night, Kaiba hadn't been bad, even if he was drunk at the time. Maybe he remembered and wouldn't be back to his atrocious self. "Mind if I sit down with you?"
"You'll take the seat regardless of my answer."
"That's true, but I've heard it's polite to ask permission," Jonouchi laughed, taking a seat. That answer was as close to acceptance as he was going to get from Kaiba. He picked up the menu and started to browse. "You still look kind of messed up from last night. Still hung over?"
Of course, he'd had a lot of alcohol. He'd probably be hung over until at least noon, and it was only mid-morning at the latest.
The last time Jonouchi had been drunk (which was a week ago), he'd felt the effects until evening. It had been idiotic to drink so much, but he was still a bit juvenile about alcohol. When he drank, he got as trashed as he could. Sometimes it was to the point that he blacked out and someone had to brief him on the rest of the night when he woke up the next day. But that had been years ago, when he was in a crowd that considered that kind of thing "cool". Now he didn't really have an excuse.
"I'm perfectly fine," replied Kaiba, not even looking up from his phone, "It wasn't that much, and I wasn't all that drunk. If I was really hungover, I wouldn't be trying to eat right now, unless I planned on just throwing it all up on you.
But I'm not quite that vindictive. And the smell of puke is revolting."
"That would be something," Jonouchi chuckled, "You puking on me for revenge. Like a cat. If you really want to get revenge, then you should throw up in my dresser or something for me to find later."
Like he had a dresser. He couldn't afford shit like that. And he certainly didn't have the room for it in his place. He made do with a small closet, which was fine. He had maybe five changes of clothes, excluding socks and underwear. He didn't need a whole storage unit for his three pairs of pants.
"Uh...what do you recommend from this menu?" He asked, flipping through the pages. "Everything looks good, but Mokuba's treating and I don't want to waste his money."
Kitamura was one thing. He didn't mind spending all his money. Mokuba was his friend, however, and it was Kaiba's hotel. He didn't want to come off as being too rude.
"You really think my fourteen year old brother is paying for a four-star meal for you? Ha. No, it goes on my bill, so be lucky I'm in a good mood about not choking in my own vomit last night," said Kaiba before glancing up from his phone, his eyes staring briefly into Jonouchi's before breaking again, "And didn't get your ass kicked out last night after that stunt you pulled in the lobby last week..."
"Hey, I spilled coffee on your lap, and you shit all over me constantly. I'd say we're about even," Jonouchi rolled his eyes, "But whatever. Since you're nice enough to treat me to breakfast, I apologize for almost injuring you."
"Tch."
There was a lot Kaiba wanted to say about that, but he kept his comments to himself. Sure, he was mean, sometimes unnecessarily so, but he never actually tried maiming Jonouchi. That was just stupid, and all sorts of illegal, and he no longer ventured into that sort of shit anymore. It didn't suit his self-conscious at all, not since what happened when he lost that duel against Yugi, and grimacing, he just ignored Jonouchi and drank his coffee in silence.
Or for as long as said silence would last before Jonouchi got butt hurt and decided to open his big mouth again.
Jonouchi wasn't exactly butthurt, but he realized he probably hadn't exactly made Kaiba happy. It was his own fault for being an asshole. He couldn't just act like that and expect not to get called on it. Or punished. Back in the day, even soon after he'd met Yugi, Jonouchi would have just wailed on him until he was sorry. Hell, he'd almost done that, the first time they'd met, but he was trying to be rational. He almost wished he had, sometimes.
"You never did tell me what you'd recommend from the menu," Jonouchi muttered. He didn't really expect an answer, but it was no matter. He was just trying to be friendly. He could choose himself, easily.
"You're a grown adult, I'm confident in your ability to make that choice yourself."
Kaiba was very tense, sitting there and flipping through the screens on his phone. Once the waiter returned, he ordered for himself, but didn't really have to say what since he came there often enough that the staff just knew. It rarely ever changed.
"A normal person would have understood that I only asked to show that I value your opinion, but okay."
"Get the salmon then."
"Cool," Jonouchi sought the dish on the menu, grateful for the input. It saved him the time of trying to choose himself. When he was hungry, and everything looked good, it was hard to make a decision. He was prepared to do it, but it was easier not to.
He set the menu down and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He was kind of tired after the night before, despite getting a decent amount of sleep. At least he didn't have work until night shift. That said, he was hardly happy about having the graveyard shift, when all the weird people came out to eat. Once in a while there'd be someone interesting, like the guy who'd driven up to the soba restaurant in a limo one day. He'd been a "photographer", apparently. Yeah, an eighteen and up photographer, if Jonouchi guessed correctly...
The night shift wore on him too much. He hated doing it, and he didn't even get paid extra for it. He needed to find a better job, hopefully one that would get him a better apartment. It pissed him off that he barely made enough every two weeks to live, but Kitamura had handed him almost a full month's rent as pocket money. And Kaiba...he didn't even want to start thinking about that.
He shook himself from his thoughts and looked at Kaiba, who was still sitting quietly across from him.
"So," Jonouchi began. How was he supposed to talk to him? He wasn't a normal person, and even beyond that, he was pretty fuckin' mean. When he wanted to be. Of course, he wanted to be most of the time, it seemed, with the rare exceptions of being randomly extremely generous or stepping out of his way to help out when he deemed it important enough. Even then, he didn't give help graciously, but that was almost a little charming. He didn't want to look soft, and Jonouchi got that. But being so prickly all the time...where did he find the energy?
"So, how have you been lately?"
"Fine."
"That's good," Jonouchi blinked. It was hard to have a conversation by himself. Not that he'd expected much more from Kaiba, of course. The fact that he got a reply rather than a silent glare was already a miracle. "It's hard to tell with you."
"Good. I wasn't looking to be examined by anyone..."
He finished his cup of coffee, and started staring at the waiter before he returned to refill it, placing down a bowl of white rice and miso soup before him as well. Looking at Jonouchi briefly, he thought about waiting, but the moron hadn't ordered yet, so he decided against it, taking his chopsticks and eating the rice shamelessly while his "companion" would just have to sit there and watch.
"Why do you have to ask nonsense questions," he inquired, stirring his soup with his free hand, "You wouldn't be interested to know if I was doing poorly, so you shouldn't ask unless you actually want an honest answer instead of the politically correct one you're used to hearing."
"Why would you assume that?" Jonouchi asked, arching an eyebrow. "After seeing you last night, I genuinely wondered how you were doing. I'm not trying to "analyze" you. This isn't some game, Kaiba, I don't try to read people to exploit their weaknesses."
Unlike you, Jonouchi thought a bit snidely, but he brushed it away. Considering Kaiba's lifestyle, it wasn't overly surprising that he was defensive and private about...well, everything. Except his depressed drinking, evidently. He didn't seem to care who saw that, which baffled Jonouchi. Giving someone a straight answer about whether he was feeling okay that day was hardly more revealing than blatantly stoning out of depression.
"I wondered how you were doing. I'm not trying to invade your privacy, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to. Fuck's sake, I was just asking."
"You saw enough of me last night to know how I'm doing," he replied spitefully, not looking up at Jonouchi's eyes as he ate. It wasn't so much avoidance than just pretending maybe if he didn't look at the man next to him, then he wasn't actually there, "I'm not going to start giving out the details of that anytime soon. But thank you for inquiring."
"It's your choice," Jonouchi shrugged. It wasn't his place to try forcing personal information out of Kaiba. It wasn't as if he didn't keep his own secrets. How long had it taken him to tell his friends he had a sick sister? And they would never know he was gay, if he had any say in it. "You don't have to tell me your life's story. I just wondered if you wanted to talk."
"I can handle my own affairs."
"I never said you couldn't," Jonouchi replied nonchalantly, getting the attention of a waiter finally, "But your drinking habit did."
The waiter came, and Jonouchi put in his order. Kaiba might have something to say when they were alone again. Or he'd just direct one of his usual angry expressions at him. He faced him when the waiter had gone, waiting to see whether he was about to be burned. Not that he'd be surprised, considering he had been a little snide, and Kaiba didn't like being told things about himself that were true, evidently.
No, he blew off Jonouchi completely, eating in silence and avoiding eye contact. He sat with his leg crossed, eyes trained on what he was doing instead of actually giving the blond idiot any attention he didn't deserve. What right did the self-righteous poster child for street punk wannabe have to point out his vices when he could barely take care of himself.
Jonouchi was leaning on the table watching Kaiba for a while. He knew he was being blown off, but he was bored, so he entertained himself by watching Kaiba ignore him. It wasn't so much entertaining as a good opportunity to stare. It was considered rude to make direct eye contact for long periods of time anyway, but Kaiba in particular seemed to despise people just for observing him. So long as he was going to be deliberately looking in the other direction, Jonouchi decided to take advantage.
Kaiba's eyes were really, really blue. They'd probably be better to look at if he wasn't constantly glaring at people. And he had surprisingly long eyelashes for a man, in Jonouchi's opinion, but it wasn't exactly a bad feature. His hair was perfectly kept as usual, despite his face looking a little haggard. Not even his whole face. Just under his eyes a little. His jaw was clenching visibly.
"Why do you hate talking to people?" Asked Jonouchi boldly. Kaiba probably wouldn't like being asked, but Kaiba didn't like anything. Except causing misery and playing card games.
"Very few people have anything intelligent to say, and fewer, anything I haven't thought of already. I'm not interested in it."
"What a strange thing to say," Jonouchi hummed, "I can't help but wonder what your basis for comparison is."
Kaiba probably thought he sounded smart, but to Jonouchi, he sounded like a high-school hipster kid who was too moody to have friends and blamed it on everyone being beneath him. He knew Kaiba was intelligent-more brilliant than the majority of people. But even he should be able to get some value out of a real conversation.
"What would interest you, then?"
"Nothing that you'd like, now will you stop pestering me and let me eat?"
"You shouldn't assume I wouldn't like what you're interested in," Jonouchi argued, ignoring the request to piss off, "Even if I wasn't interested, I'd still listen if you were. I'm pretty flexible."
He smiled. Kaiba was so defensive that he almost didn't know what to do with him, aside from maybe just trying to poke at him until he surrendered.
"I like physics. And you failed the class senior year, so stop bothering me about it."
"Failing the course in high school doesn't mean I wouldn't be interested in what you have to say," Jonouchi huffed, "It's not like I can theorize with you or some shit, but still."
He paused for a moment, his eyes wandering around the room. His hunger was making it harder to focus and keep his cool. He knew he was probably being barely tolerable in Kaiba's eyes as it was. No need to get more annoying. And Jonouchi was well aware that he could be annoying.
"I'll stop pushing. It's your decision..."
Looking at him blankly and expressionless, Kaiba continued eating now in relative silence. The waiter came back with more food, some of it for Kaiba, but there was a whole platter tray for Jonouchi that included salmon sushi rolls, soup, rice, pickled vegetables, and other staples he probably never got to enjoy at home. It was more the Japanese breakfast Kaiba was accustomed to eating each morning, since it was the largest meal of the day and he generally didn't indulge in big meals after noon.
Kaiba just wanted to enjoy this food in peace. Quiet. He really liked quiet. Without the pesting voice of Jonouchi's bad accent, he could make out his own personal thoughts in his head and think about what he was going to do with himself as he ate a peach. He could go wake up Mokuba soon and force him out of bed, or go take a walk alone. Whichever would be fine.
Thank god Jonouchi had finally decided to stuff his face with food, because Kaiba was trying his hardest not to snap at him after last night, but his patience was wearing thin. He could only stand idle chit chat from children.
Jonouchi was scarfing his food right off the bat. He was hungry due to not getting dinner the day before, and it wasn't until his panic subsided that he paused and started eating more slowly. He realized that there was probably more food on the platter than he could stuff, but that was a good thing. He could take some home and probably distribute it between another two meals. He wasn't exactly hurting, since he'd bought groceries with his most recent paycheck, but he wasn't going to use any of the money Kitamura had given him unless he really needed it.
No, that money was going to help with rent. He was so paranoid about losing it that he was keeping it with him everywhere he went. At least he could defend it if it was on his person. If he hid it at home, it might be taken in a break-in. Besides, he needed little bits of it for the train to and from work. He wasn't used to just having a wad of money to whittle at. Usually he was scraping together change to get his pass for the train.
Whatever was left after rent next week would probably be used for groceries. He could stock up to make sure he didn't run out for a little while. After that, who knew what...Jonouchi hadn't heard from Kitamura for days, and the man said he wouldn't be in town until probably the next week or later. Jonouchi wasn't sure if he was looking forward to it or not. He was still antsy about the sex part of the relationship, but he sure as hell wasn't upset about money and food.
Jonouchi slowed to a stop once he was too full to eat anymore and asked a waiter for a take-out box. He hadn't said anything to Kaiba since he started eating, since he was preoccupied with his thoughts, but now he turned his attention to him.
"Well," he began hesitantly, "I guess I'll head back home after I pack up these leftovers. But yeah...thanks for buying me breakfast."
"Thank Mokuba for taking you on as his personal charity case..."
Jonouchi felt his eye twitch, and while his face didn't move, his expression got stony.
"Glad to see you're still too fucked in the head to understand the concept of friendship," he replied quietly, shoveling his food into the take-out box and standing briskly, "I noticed that you gulped down your coffee pretty quickly, by the way."
Good thing he did, too, or Jonouchi might have been tempted to weaponize it again. He stormed out of the cafe, steaming. He should be angrier with himself, really. It was his own fault for thinking there was a sliver of a chance to have a single conversation with Kaiba and come out of it unscathed.
Kaiba watched Jonouchi storm off, but he didn't feel bad. And he hadn't drunk his coffee any faster than usual, but he did pay closer attention to where Jonouchi's hands were. He wasn't going to let himself get physically assaulted again. Jonouchi was a fool if he thought he'd get away with that nasty stunt twice, and he was glad when the idiot left the table finally and stormed off.
He was so easy to play, and hopefully he wouldn't confuse Kaiba's generosity for anything more than it was. Jonouchi was his brother's friend, and he didn't want him starving because he knew the punk was poorer than poor, but that didn't mean he wanted to be bothered by his "appreciation" either. It wasn't like Kaiba was doing it out of good will. Mokuba would have gotten bent out of shape if he found out Kaiba had kicked him from the table, so he felt like he didn't have much of a choice, or else he would have had the cooks just box something and send the retard on his way.
Instead of being forced into idiotic conversation.
It made him wonder though, what he was doing at the hotel again. Seeing him the night before certainly caught Kaiba off guard, and the party was over, so there was no reason for him to still be around. His John or whoever, he wasn't sure what was going on there, wasn't around, and if he was, well; Kaiba would have kicked him out. He hated Kitamura. Annoying little fucker kept showing up now at all the restaurants Kaiba frequented...
Jonouchi really was lost if he was actually doing what Kaiba thought he was doing. Not that he didn't already come off kinda confused, just by how he carried himself in high school, but now it was even more obvious. Like all the odd looks and staring he kept doing, but Kaiba rolled his eyes at it and ignored what was glaringly obvious to him.
Maybe he wasn't really pimping himself out, but just experimenting. Not that it was any Kaiba's business, but he found the whole situation rather odd. But what Jonouchi did to make money did not concern him. As long as he wasn't going to continue it in his hotel, at his expense...
Or he might as well start threatening to charge a rent fee.
Snickering, he finished his coffee before going back upstairs to collect Mokuba. The kid didn't need to know about what he saw. It would lead to some awkward conversation, and he didn't want to explain any of that for a while, if he could get away with it. What he saw in the dumb manga stores was enough for Kaiba, and knocking on his door, he waited for an answer before walking in, only too glad to find his brother ready to go out and do something with him.
Jonouchi had made it to the metro station when his phone started vibrating. When he checked it, he was surprised to see that there was a message from Kitamura. His anger was momentarily quelled by curiosity, though he figured it was probably just another update on when he'd be in town.
Instead, it ended up being an invitation. Kitamura was staying at one of the hotels uptown and wanted Jonouchi to join him there. Jonouchi started turning red after he re-read the message. Not that the concept was unbelievable to him, but he'd never really had a booty call before. On top of that, he had to decide what he was going to do. Whether he was going to answer it.
Did he really want to do that? Walk across uptown Domino to get laid? And the sex might not even be enjoyable. Maybe that was just how it was going to be. It wasn't like Jonouchi knew a whole lot about gay sex, aside from bits and pieces of eighteen-plus eromanga he'd dug out in Anzu's room once upon a time. But pornography tended to exaggerate how good things were...
He stood there in the subway rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, thinking. Kitamura was trying to be his John. Okay. Jonouchi understood that, and he didn't feel like that was wrong or anything, but he didn't know if that was what he wanted. Sure, he wanted to get laid. Who didn't want to get laid? But Kitamura wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. Someone almost twice his age who was paying him for it.
Jonouchi sighed, scratching the back of his head. It wasn't like he didn't need the money, and free food here and there was nothing to scoff at. And it wasn't like there was anyone around who gave a fuck if his poor ass had a sugar daddy, anyway. His friends were all gone pursuing their futures, Mokuba was too young to know, and he'd left his dad behind long ago. And it wasn't like the neighbors would care, assuming they somehow found out.
But the Rintama gang...
He sat on a bench, his brows furrowed as he thought that over. If the Rintama gang found out, he knew what would happen to him. It probably wouldn't be an issue if he only ran around with Kitamura uptown, but the thought still bothered him.
He'd taken a long time, apparently. He got another text, this one asking if he was at work. Jonouchi packed up his hesitation so he wouldn't have to think about it anymore, and replied saying he was free. And then he waited as the train he'd been planning to take pulled up, and people started to file in.
Once Kitamura gave him the name of the hotel and the suite number, Jonouchi stood and started the walk there. He almost felt like he wasn't himself, though he knew that was mainly because he was in disbelief. How did he even get into this situation? Aside from being stupid, obviously. Actually, it was all him being stupid. That didn't make him feel any better, so he shook the thought off and mindlessly finished the trek through uptown.
The place was just as upscale as Kaiba's hotel, if less famous. Jonouchi approached the front desk saying he needed a key for Kitamura's room, thinking he'd probably need some kind of proof, but the attendant was apparently expecting him and handed it over with just a friendly smile and bow. Jonouchi was too dazed to respond and just walked to the nearest elevator.
Kitamura's room was on the seventh floor. When Jonouchi arrived, he knocked, but there was no answer. Then he remembered that he had a key and let himself in. When the door opened, he immediately heard the shower running in the washroom. It was such an obvious statement that he felt a little insulted, but he wandered in anyway, finding a comfortable chair to sit in.
He waited for a good fifteen minutes for Kitamura to appear. He didn't immediately leave the bathroom when he was done showering, for whatever reason. When he did appear, he was in a long white bathrobe, looking as if he was focused on something important until he saw Jonouchi. He actually flinched just a little in surprise, but that was probably because Jonouchi was curled up in a chair staring at him so pointedly. Whatever, he was American. He wouldn't care about being stared at.
"I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon," Kitamura smiled in greeting and took a seat at the edge of the bed. Jonouchi shrugged.
"I was uptown when you messaged me."
"I see," Kitamura replied. Then there was a short silence, and Jonouchi wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to be doing. He felt nervous, and half-wished that he was drunk again so at least he wouldn't have to deal with that. "What exactly are you doing uptown?"
"I work uptown," Jonouchi half-lied. The last thing he wanted to tell him was that he'd been staying at the Kaiba Hotel. Considering how badly Kitamura seemed to be trying to get into Kaiba's good graces, Jonouchi didn't want to be seen as a tool for it.
"That's interesting," Kitamura pondered, "I'm going to get dried off if you want to use the bathroom. I won't take long, but go ahead and enjoy."
"Um," Jonouchi was going to say he didn't need a shower, but he realized it was a good way to procrastinate, so he stood up and went into the bathroom. He hadn't even taken the train that day. He didn't need another shower. Still, Kitamura might bitch about it if he didn't, and he needed time to get his nerves under control.
After the hot shower he felt a little less anxious, but he didn't know if that would change when Kitamura was in his line of vision again. Jonouchi felt like an idiot for being so embarrassed. It wasn't like he hadn't done this before, and with less warning, to boot. After scrubbing his hair dry and getting his clothes back on, he returned to the bedroom, peeking around the corner first like he was apprehensive of being attacked.
Kitamura was waiting for him on the bed. He was dressed, his hair was dry and he was smiling. Sort of.
"Uh-" Jonouchi muttered, "I'm out."
He walked toward the bed, waiting for some kind of cue. He was willing to bet that Kitamura wasn't about to let him top, so he assumed he wasn't supposed to lead. But he was still sitting down, and made no motions to take control of the situation. Jonouchi stood near the edge of the bed, watching Kitamura and waiting for some indication of what he was expected to do.
"Jonouchi," he began, giving a sly grin and moving closer to touch Jonouchi's blond hair, "Have you ever given oral before? I think you'd be quite good if you tried."
Jonouchi couldn't stop his face from twisting up in bewilderment and offense. Was he seriously just asking for that? Was that necessary? As if things needed to be more awkward than they already were...
"I-no, I've never done that before!" Jonouchi stared, wide-eyed at Kitamura. "I don't know if I- I mean-"
What was he supposed to say? It was pretty much Kitamura's call. But it was embarrassing, to just be asked so blatantly. Maybe it was because he was American and just didn't care.
"Don't get so flustered, it's not that uncommon a thing for men to do with one another. I mean, I thought you were into that sort of thing unless you aren't actually gay?" Said Kitamura, raising an eyebrow, "Gay men give fellatio all the time. You shouldn't be offended that I'd ask. It's expected, you know.
But if you're going to be like that about it, I'll do it on you first. How about it?"
He was not shy about getting what he wanted, grabbing Jonouchi's shoulders and laying him down before unzipping his hands and forcing them down past his hips along with his boxers. Of course Jonouchi was flaccid at this point, but Kitamura didn't seem to care, taking him into his hand and jerking him off a few times until he had something solid and hard to grab onto, and then sticking the head into his mouth.
Rolling his tongue over the head, he sucked, holding Jonouchi's hips down with one hand while working with his mouth. He seemed distracted while doing it, his eyes looking off several times, but he eventually relaxed his throat muscles and took Jonouchi in nearly to the back of his throat and sucking him in before stopping to get a breath, giving the blond a goofy grin as he continued stroking his cock.
"It's not that hard, you see?" He said, laughing over the entire thing. "And it's better when you play with the testicles too. Now you try."
Jonouchi was gasping for air by the time Kitamura raised his head and started laughing. He'd never had oral sex given to him before, and he really would have preferred to have more over stopping so he could try (and probably fail) to give it instead, but it wasn't exactly his decision.
He sat up, wondering how exactly he was supposed to go about doing that. Kitamura obviously detected his confusion and directed him to kneel on the floor, which made his face burn, but he didn't say anything about it. Kitamura moved, his feet planted on either side of Jonouchi on the floor, and since Jonouchi continued to sit there, stunned, Kitamura had to guide his hand to his pants zipper. Jonouchi forced himself to move and worked the fastener open before the zipper. He hesitantly removed Kitamura's erection from his boxer shorts, feeling too watched for his comfort.
For a few moments, he didn't have the courage to actually put it in his mouth, so he stroked it instead. It wasn't like he'd never held a boner before (he had his own, after all) so it wasn't surprising, per se. But there was something very alien about it being someone else's.
Jonouchi jumped when he felt a hand in his hair, and was going to look up to see what was going on, but he wasn't given the chance. Kitamura pushed his head forward, and Jonouchi's eyes widened, but he allowed himself to be guided. He didn't seem to have the drive to do it himself. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, closing his lips around the head when he felt it on his tongue. Kitamura continued to lead him, using the firm grip on his head to make him bob up and down.
He wasn't sure what to make of it. It wasn't bad or anything, but he wasn't into it. And this was supposed to be a normal thing for gay men? He couldn't imagine why. Maybe it would be different if it had been his idea in the first place, and he certainly didn't mind getting oral. He managed to snap out of it enough to suck a little, but when he did, his head was pushed down further. It made the muscles in his throat twitch even though they hadn't been touched. He was too nervous for this...
To adjust, Jonouchi resorted to trying to think about something else. Preferably something sexy, like porn, but it had been a while since he'd watched any, and the shit he'd shared with Honda and Yugi wasn't exactly to his tastes. His mind wandered freely for a few seconds, unfortunately returning to the night before when he'd seen Kaiba at the bar. That was the last thing he wanted to think about at the moment. Kaiba pissed him the fuck off, and getting mad wasn't going to make giving a blowjob any easier.
He didn't want Kaiba on his mind. Even if he was good looking. And Jonouchi had even seen him in his expensive underwear the night before, when he'd taken him to bed. He'd almost consciously saved that mental image, whether he'd wanted to or not. Some expensive Western brand of navy-colored boxers that fit a little tightly. Probably to fit under the tight jeans he always wore. Not that he couldn't get away with it, since he was so damn lean. Kaiba wasn't a twig, by any means, but his body fat was low. Still, that was good for making the muscle show off.
Jonouchi didn't really realize that he was idly recalling so much about Kaiba's appearance until he was forcefully pulled from the memories. He felt a hard shove on the back of his head, and then a horrible choking feeling. It was gone just as suddenly, but it had shocked him enough that he pulled his head back and started to cough. His felt water collecting around his eyelids from the gagging.
Kitamura waited until he'd caught his breath before making him get back to it. Jonouchi kept his eyes deliberately shut. The feeling of the erection sliding in and out of his mouth was awkward, and since he wasn't guiding his own actions, he couldn't do much but just keep his teeth out of the way and let it happen.
He felt Kitamura's dick expand briefly in his mouth, and his eyes snapped open. He'd certainly jerked off enough to know what that meant, and he tried to pull away. Fuck no. Not in his mouth. Like hell if he was going to put up with that.
He didn't succeed in getting away. Kitamura had a firm grip on him, and just pushed harder when Jonouchi tried to twist out. He shut his eyes unconsciously at the uncomfortable feeling, and started to gag almost to the point of retching when Kitamura's cock slid into his throat. Jonouchi couldn't move, so he tried forcing his throat to relax before he ended up throwing up his breakfast.
A second later, Kitamura tugged his hair painfully, and Jonouchi heard him gasp. Liquid tickled the back of his throat, and he started coughing uncomfortably with his mouth full. Kitamura thankfully released him, and he had to make himself swallow before giving in to the need to cough. He hadn't breathed in any semen, but the feeling of it trickling down his throat had made it impossible to breathe normally.
Even before his breathing was back to normal, his stomach lurched. He started to gag, and tried his best to hold it back as he dashed to the bathroom to vomit. It was like he could feel ejaculate in his stomach and throat, and it was probably the most disgusting thing he'd ever experienced.
He managed to bend over the toilet before he actually vomited, retching so hard that his stomach hurt. Everything came out. His breakfast was officially wasted, and even after he couldn't feel that in his stomach anymore, he paused to breathe, and the lingering taste of musk made him throw up again. He didn't even know there was that much in his stomach. He felt like he was giving back yesterday's lunch, the cheap ramen he'd had for breakfast, and probably every bit of gum he'd ever swallowed. His body simply didn't stop until everything was gone, and then he collapsed, exhausted, against the bathroom wall.
"Sorry about that," yelled Kitamura from the bedroom, where he was getting his boxers fixed and pants back on, "I got a bit carried away, but I'll make it up to you. I left some cash on the bed if you need it, and a new smartphone I didn't want. Thought you might like it though, since yours looks a tad old."
Jonouchi was gritting his teeth together, just barely restraining the urge to curse Kitamura out. Apologizing after the fact didn't make things much better on Jonouchi's end. He managed to keep his mouth shut, and used the sink to help himself stand up. He rinsed his mouth out with the tap water.
"You can keep the room too, I paid it off Don't worry about room service."
Once Kitamura was dressed, he smoothed out his hair and stood before the bathroom door, wrinkling his nose at the smell.
"You were good like I said you'd be though, Jonouchi," he said, chuckling to himself before messing with the younger man's hair and walking out the door, "I'll call you when I'm back in town."
"Yeah," was all Jonouchi managed to say. It didn't seem appropriate to say thanks, but he couldn't exactly curse him out anymore, either. Once Kitamura was gone, Jonouchi continued washing his mouth out. Somehow, the taste of vomit was less disgusting to him than semen, but it still wasn't pleasant. At least none of it had gone up his nose.
When he left the bathroom, he looked at the bed. There was a smartphone sitting on it, as promised, and what was probably enough cash to pay up his rent for six months. Almost made it worth it. But not really.
Still, he wasn't going to complain about presents. Especially expensive shit like that. Jonouchi had never planned for anything like a smartphone in his life, seeing as the bill was astronomical by his standards. Twice his rent monthly in a phone bill wasn't a good way to use his meager funds.
Jonouchi sat at the edge of the bed, sorting through the phone, charger, and cash to give himself something new to focus on. He decided to count the bills, which did end up being about seven times his rent. Which probably wasn't much to Kitamura, seeing as Jonouchi's rent was only about four thousand yen. A lot for the impoverished, but pocket money for the wealthy. And Kitamura was American, to boot...
He pocketed the money and picked up the phone, wondering if he should give out the number. Somehow, he suspected that if he told his friends he had a new phone, they'd know exactly how he got it. Which was ridiculous, but he was paranoid.
Sighing, he lay down on the bed. If he had this place until tomorrow, then he'd use it. He could order a decent lunch and dinner, and hopefully breakfast the next day. And since it was uptown, that meant he could sleep there until work started and come back after his shift. His boss might get annoyed that he didn't have the shirt for his uniform, but they kept spares at the soba restaurant.
He grabbed the phone and struggled to learn the interface well enough to find the alarm clock. After setting it, he placed the phone on the nightstand, stripped down to his boxers, and got under the blankets. Irritatingly, his mind tried to make him think about what he'd done just minutes ago, but Jonouchi forced it to stop. He didn't want to review it. Even without thinking about it, he felt used, and he didn't need his brain guilt tripping him over it. He didn't need to examine the negative aspects. He'd rather just enjoy the benefits...
It wasn't like there was anyone around to care but him, anyway.
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