Perverted? (secret thoughts, Shônen-Ai)

 

Loz’s POV:

My Bike is wrecked. Well more or less, but it does not start anymore.

Immediately Kadaj starts to tease me by saying that this is just typical for me.

“I have no idea how you do this again and again, while we just jaunt relaxed”, he nags.

Well, he is right, somehow I had my head in the clouds as I was driving right behind Yazoo and than I suddenly kissed the ground.

How ever, I must get back home somehow, to the forgotten Capitol, so Yazoo invites me to sit behind him, or he at least makes a welcoming gesture. Immediately I accept the invitation.

Kadaj looks askant at me, than he asks unfriendly:

“And what is with your pile of junk? Oh, let me guess, that is my work to do again, right?!”

Yazoo, who seemingly wanted to stay out of this, calmly says:

“Of cause. It was you who didn’t wanted to let him drive along with you. It’s always the same.”

“OK, OK, I got it… understood!”

Once again Kadaj grumbles something to himself, picks up Loz’s heavy Bike and holds the driver, while he mounts his own bike.

“Damn it, it’s always the same shit!”, he curses.

Yazoo chuckles mischievous and shakes his head slightly, letting his long, silver hair shimmer in the sunlight.

The faint laughter catches Kadaj’s attention and he darts an angry glance at him.

“Hmpf, always must one quarrel with you”, I say quite to Kadaj, though hoping he can not hear me.

My comment stays unheard, at least, he does not react to my words.

Our quick tempered, little Brother starts his machine.

He starts slowly till he finds the right speed to steer both bikes safely.

As Kadaj is far away enough and his loud machine lets one hear his word again, Yazoo asks me:

“So Loz, are you going to tell me why you always cast a somersault when you drive behind me?”

He turns around and looks at me.

“Uhm… “, I answer without giving an answer.

‘Damn Yazoo, it is because of your delicate, white neck I can get a glimpse of, while driving full speed – your charming waist that bends slightly when you cut a curve – your… Oh MOTHER, I need an excuse!’

Yazoo lays his head askant a little and looks at me as if he can read my mind. These wonderful, luscious eyes look at me expectant but calm.

With the words:

“How ever, who knows what is on your mind”, he finally saves me from this situation and spares me the excuse that I don’t have.

He starts his motor to follow Kadaj. I realize that I have to clutch Yazoo. I had to do this some times before but right now I realize what this means to me.

So, I put my gloved hands on Yazoo’s slim, firm waist. Oh yes, it is wonderful firm and gorgeously curved… I wish I’m not wearing gloves at this moment.

The motor roars and the same moment the heavy machine makes a sudden start.

I nearly fall off. Reflexive I embrace Yazoo’s body.

His hair flies into my face.

I nearly lay on Yazoo’s back, cause he has to lean pretty much forward on this kind of bike.

We catch up with Kadaj and drive alongside him.

He ignores me and even Yazoo.

Velvet Nightmare, which Yazoo always carries, waist deep, on his back is dangling between my thighs; No, it rather jams between Yazoo and me, on a very delicate spot.

I realize that we drive along, me spread-legged, clutched to Yazoo on this vibrating machine, while this long weapon is dancing between my thighs.

Impossible now to ignore all this.

With every mile Yazoo slides tighter into my lap. Velvet Nightmare in its holster becomes nearly painful – painfully arousing!

A vehement heat catches my body. I find myself thrusting my hips against this hard object.

Again and again…

I’m not able to stop. I smell the scent of leather, oil and of Yazoo’s skin.

Now I breath faster, sensing all these scents more clearly.

Yazoo already must be aware of my movements. I don’t want that, cause what should he think of me?

But I can’t help it. I can not! Yazoo’s closeness makes me loose my mind!

We drive along further. Me with this obvious movement like a humping dog, Yazoo nonchalant in front of me, quite ignoring me, and Kadaj… looks at me.

“You’re so perverted!”, he forms the words with his lips.

I feel myself blushing.

Yazoo looks back at him and Kadaj makes a sulky face and backs away from us.

“One always must quarrel with him”, Yazoo says to me even-minded.

 

Kadaj’s POV:

We arrived at the Forgotten Capitol. Our bikes are parked and Loz disappeared immediately.

He ran off into the forest. He rather should repair his machine, but it can wait for now.

Yazoo is just standing around, fondling his gun?

‘Oh well, what ever… sometimes he is giving me the creeps.’

I walk to him.

“Are you pissed-off cause of me, that you let Loz put you up like that?”, I ask him a little rough.

“No, why? Why does it annoy you so much what Loz does?”

“Cause-cause, it really is perverted!”

“Is it?”

It is obvious that Yazoo is taking Loz’s side to tease me.

I don’t understand why it annoys me so much at all. I even tremble of rage.

“Is it possible, Kadaj, that you’re jealous of him?”, Yazoo suddenly wants to know, while he is calmly polishing Velvet Nightmare.

‘How can he dare it?! How can Yazoo dare to believe something perverted about me?’

(But what is so pervert at all?)

He is driving me crazy when he’s staying so calm.

I’m burning with anger! I would love nothing better than to pummel him right now!

In my rage I make a quick step in his direction, a try to attack him that I myself can not control.

The next second Yazoo holds my wrist tight.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!”, I scream cause he is very rude!

Yazoo pulls me closer to himself, even though I already stood close to him.

Our bodies meet.

Yazoo simply drops his gun, grabs my hair and pulls my head into my neck, so I directly look into his face.

‘What is he going to do?’

He is very rude to me but the following kiss is soft and sweet.

His gentle, full lips huddle against mine. A seemingly endless kiss- something I was secretly aching for.

I can not think clearly anymore.

My limbs go limp.

Yazoo’s clasp relaxes.

Now he smiles sweet at me.

“You see Kadaj? It is nothing perverted.”

I stumble a little backwards, starring at him and seethe of anger again.

I hate it when Yazoo is right!