Chapter Four
Authoress: Keishi
BIG FAT WARNING:
Contains m/m relationships
ONLY read if you are of age and open-minded!!!
Disclaimer
"You're late, mutt," Kaiba muttered, highly aware that he couldn't be heard through the din Jou dared to call music. When the blond just kept bouncing to the rhythm, Seto reached over and yanked the offending earphones unceremoniously off his head.
"Hey!" Jou snatched the headphones back, glaring. "It's not nice to take things that don't belong to you, _Kaiba_."
"It's also not nice to keep people waiting, _puppy_," Seto retorted. "Hurry up and change so we can get this over with and I can go home."
"Yeah, and do more important things, right Kaiba?" Jou muttered, putting his discman into his backpack. Seto, already in his gym uniform, said nothing. When Jounouchi kicked off his shoes and began to strip, the brunet turned toward the door leading onto the track field. Attempting to resist the urge to look back and failing, Seto peeked over his shoulder, nearly fainting at the sight. Katsuya had pulled off jacket and shirt in one continually fluid motion, golden back and shoulder blades presented for viewing by Seto's hungry eyes. Jou's fingers worked quickly at his fly, back still turned to Seto, and the CEO had to use all his willpower to look away, to go through the door before that gorgeous ass was revealed to him yet again.
Slamming the door a bit more forcefully than he intended, Seto jogged out onto the deserted field, where he began some warm-up exercises. He was already out on the track in a light jog when Jou appeared on the field wearing, in Seto's lust-hazed opinion, a gym uniform that hugged his muscular body a bit too close. The blond began doing his stretching exercises with practiced ease.
"What are you staring at?" Katsuya demanded after a few minutes, unnerved by Kaiba's unwavering gaze as he loped around the track.
'Ra damn it all, I _was_ staring. Stupid puppy, doesn't know what affect he has on me,' Seto thought, mentally shaking himself. His eyes snapped from Jou and locked on the lined pavement before him. He was running in lane number six. Seto smirked when he realized Jou had taken up position in lane nine. 'Sixty-nine,' he thought, then bit back the moan that entered his throat at the mental pictures that phrase brought forth. Dammit, even clothed the puppy was becoming a problem.
"Seto?" The millionaire's head snapped up at his name, eyes clouded with lust. Katsuya eyed him as if the CEO were unstable and might fly off the handle right then and there. Seto squinted his eyes as he tried to recall Jou's question.
"None of your business, dog," he replied, not exactly sure _what_ wasn't any of Katsuya's business. It seemed like a pretty standard answer when dealing with Jounouchi, however.
Jou glowered at the CEO as he, too, began jogging. "You're staring at me like I suddenly turned into a four-course meal, and its none of my business?" 'Oh yeah, that,' Seto thought.
"Don't flatter yourself, mutt, I wasn't staring." Still looking disgruntled, Jou shut up, though Seto was sure he heard the blond mutter "were too" as he passed.
Soon the pair were jogging silently, Seto unconsciously slowing down until they were neck-and-neck, the two lanes between them creating an invisible barrier neither was willing to cross. Each time one would gain a slight lead, the other would close the gap, running that much faster; soon the pair were racing full-out, each determined to surpass the other. It was Jou who finally conceded, slowing down and stopping, coughing and clutching his side, bent nearly double.
Seto slowed his pace, turned and doubled back to the blond, jogging in place. "You know, you should really keep moving before your muscles cramp up. It is customary to do a cool-down lap after running." Seto's words came out through small pants, and his cheeks were flushed a bright crimson, bangs plastered to his forehead. Compared to Jou, however, he looked extremely composed.
The heaving blond glared at the brunet but said nothing, mainly due to the fact that he simply couldn't. He began walking alongside Seto, pulling his gym tank over his head. He mopped his forehead with it, unaware of the sharp intake of breath from the boy next to him. The millionaire bit the inside of his bottom lip clear through in an attempt to not run his hands over the what was sure to be silky flesh of his racing partner. Seto watched, eyes lust-filled, as Katsuya ran the tank first over his face, then down to his chest, running it over his nicely defined pecs; then downward still to his abs, flat planes of golden, taught skin sprinkled lightly with fine blond down. A faint growl trickled out of the brown-haired boy's throat.
"You okay, Kaiba?" Jou asked when he heard the noise. He looked questioningly over at his companion, staring straight into aroused blue eyes trained on his bare stomach. Katsuya's breath caught in his throat, heart suddenly wrenching upwards from his chest into his windpipe. Seto blinked, shifting his gaze, and the look was gone, as if it never existed.
"I'm fine," Kaiba ground out, face neutral, staring straight ahead. He quickened his pace and headed for the locker room, not bothering to look back at the stunned blond, standing dumbly in the middle of the track.
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Jou stood under the shower head, willing the needling spray to erase all the tension gathered in his shoulders. His whole body protested that little race Seto and him had gotten into; he never realized how out-of-shape he really was! 'I mean, running around the nearby park and allies is nothing compared to what ol' moneybags put me through today. I don't even know how long we ran like that,' he thought as he scrubbed his body clean with a fresh bar of soap. Jou forced himself not to acknowledge the lump of disappointment he felt when Kaiba had stuck his uniform back onto his sweaty body, forgoing a shower. The blond took the small white bar and began lathering up his hair, not taking the time to dig out shampoo from his bag. Just when he leaned back to rinse the suds out of his golden, drenched locks, he saw a brown head in his peripheral vision. He nearly jumped to the ceiling.
"Geez, Kaib! Don't go sneaking up on people like that!" Jou yelled loudly. He glared at the teen millionaire, not once stepping out of the comforting spill of warm water raining down on him. He did, however, turn so the most private of his parts wasn't facing Seto, remembering the look the brunet had given him earlier. Though it was hard to glare effectively when one wasn't looking directly at the, er, glaree. Jou frowned at that last word, then snapped his attention back to the CEO.
"I just wanted to confirm... five tomorrow okay?" Jounouchi wasn't the only one unable to make full eye contact, it seemed. Seto stared fixedly at a rather interesting spot above and to the right of Jou's shoulder. Jou's deliciously bare shoulder... Seto felt his gaze wandering and yanked it back to the aforementioned spot. Was that gum on the shower wall?
"Um, yeah, 'sfine," the blond mumbled, suddenly _very_ aware of his nudity, and painfully reminded of just who had stood here not more than twenty-four hours ago, relieving himself of a problem Katsuya was beginning to experience first-hand. In short, he was getting hard, and he was pretty sure what, or rather who, was the cause of it. He closed his eyes, wishing Kaiba away.
No such luck.
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