| Park Life Authoress: Keishi BIG FAT WARNING: Contains m/m relationships ONLY read if you are of age and open-minded!!! Disclaimer |
| Notes: Inspired by Eight Point Star, a wonderful Seto/Jou fic written by my friend Dillon. This doesn't do it justice, go read his story for the real thing. Park Life Seto glared at his lover. "This is stupid." Jounouchi rolled his eyes. "Stupid, huh? Such a mundane word coming from such a learned individual." Seto sighed, exasperated. "Fine, then, would you prefer ridiculous, retarded, silly, foolish, fatuous--" "I get the point," Jou mumbled. "--moronic--" "Okay, already," the blond said louder. "--asinine, idiotic," the brunet continued, counting off on his fingertips, ignoring Jou altogether. "Dumb, inconceivable--" "Inconceivable?" Jou blurted, halting Seto's string of adjectives. When the brunet just blinked at him, Jou pressed a finger to his cheek and adopted a bad Spanish accent. "'You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.'" Seto looked at Jounouchi in brief confusion. Jou mock-gasped. "Don't tell me you don't know where that came from?" Seto's continued glare answered for him. Jou pressed his hands to heart, acting up a storm. "How can I love someone who doesn't even know that movie? Cruel world, take me now!" With that, Jou flopped back, gravity and his own body weight easily dropping him perpendicular to the ground. He swung at his knees slightly. Seto continued to stare at the blond hanging from the monkey bars both boys were currently perched atop of. Jou's hair was getting long, he noted silently. It hung from his head in long, blond tendrils, swaying back and forth with his movements. His shirt had fallen to his armpits, barely hanging on by the fact alone that Jou was still wearing his jacket. Seto watched Jou's abdomen relax and constrict as the boy breathed, lost in the gentle movement for the briefest of moments. Jou broke the silence. "Come on, Seto, join me. It's fun, even if it is all those things you said earlier." The voice was insistent, and just this side of wheedling to be cute. Seto smirked. "Fine," he sighed. He let his body fall backwards, trusting in his hooked feet and knees to keep him from tumbling to the sand below. When he found himself dangling next to Jounouchi, he turned to the blond. "Exactly what does this accomplish besides my keys falling out of my pocket and all my blood rushing to my head?" Jou made an aggravated noise. "It's just fun to do. Does there _have_ to be a purpose for everything, Kaiba?" "I guess not." Seto's voice sounded slightly dubious. "Come on, man. Relax and have fun for once in your life." Jou sounded so much like Mokuba at that moment that the CEO couldn't help but smile. The pair dangled for a moment in companionable silence, swinging by their knees. "Katsuya." "What?" Seto held his arms out in front of him. "Aaaas youuuu wiiiiish." |