Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ The Beyblade Bedroom Chronicles ❯ Get a Grip ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer:        Although I do not own the Beyblade franchise or any of its characters, this story is a D-Reaper Originalle original.   It is assumed that the characters have reached the Age of Consent as stipulated by mediaminer.org regulations. 

A/N:     We’re using mostly dub information for the benefit of those who don’t have access to the original series, although I slip up every once in a blue moon. Remember, if this is a fun story for you, let me know; each and every new comment literally makes my day!

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“I had no choice! I didn’t want to abandon you but I was all, like, exposed! What else could I do?” Tyson wiped a tear from his eye as he laughed at Kai’s expression.  He looked as though Tyson had betrayed him in the worst way.  Kai was scowling but his eyes were filled with an almost dramatic misery. 

Not long ago, he and Tyson had decided to get freaky in a diner bathroom.  Just as they were about to leave, an old man decided he had to pee. Before the boys could escape, he arrived at the bathroom door, loudly knocking and asking why said door wouldn’t open.  Tyson dove for a stall, leaving Kai to face the old man who, shoving on the door that the blue-haired boy had been leaning on, toppled into the bathroom.  The noisy senior accused Kai of barricading the door and, as Kai left, yelled after him that one should not masturbate in public bathrooms, drawing the attention of everyone within earshot of the poor guy.

Kai had a right to be upset and mortified, but he would not accept the fact that there was no helping the situation.  It would not have been any better if Tyson had come out of hiding and corrected the man, telling him that the door had been blocked for homoerotic oral sex and not for masturbation.  Kai knew this but he needed someone to be angry at so he couldn’t let Tyson off the hook.  Like Tyson, he’s stubborn like that- both the reason why they butt heads so much and mesh so well.

“Idiot,” Kai mumbled as he turned away from Tyson, fuming in a corner of the hotel room couch.

“Aww, don’t talk about yourself like that,” Tyson cooed as he crawled along the couch and rested his chin on Kai’s shoulder.  Kai was glowering, his cheeks burning crimson.  He didn’t budge when the other boy threw his arms around him.

“You need to let some steam off,” Tyson kissed his temple. “Sex or beyblading?”

“Kickboxing,” Kai grunted. Tyson didn’t back off, although he’d developed a small sweatdrop.

“With who?” Kai gave him an intimidating sidelong glare, engorging his sweatdrop.

“You seem to want violence, Kai,” he laughed nervously, “Let’s just find a deserted spot and duke it out with our blades! But we’ll have to do it at home since we’re leaving as soon as the others get back...”

It seemed as though Tyson had completely forgotten about the indirect threats he’d just received, finger to his lip as he thought, still cuddling Kai with his free arm.  “Yeah, you’ll feel better once you and Dranzer destroy some stuff,” he stood on his knees so he could kiss Kai on top of the head.  He’d just rested his cheek there when the bolt on the entrance door clicked.

“Kai, Tyson? You make it back yet? We’re all coming in!” Max emphasized this last sentence as he slowly creaked open the door.  He heard a sound like a sack of potatoes hitting the ground followed by a groan and a sharp ‘YOU JERK!’ as he entered the room.  He tilted his head in confusion when he saw a slightly ruffled Kai planted firmly on the couch over Tyson, who was sprawled out on the floor with his teeth gritted.

“What on earth was that?” Mr. Dickinson rushed in after Max, followed by Max’s father.

“We were... wrestling,” Kai explained, “Tyson lost.”

“Yes, well... I hope you two got it out of your systems,” he began with a small sweatdrop, “because I can’t allow any roughhousing on a company jet.”

Kenny stomped into the room then, followed by a Rei who resembled a scolded dog more than himself.

“C’mon, Chief! Don’t be like that- I told you it didn’t mean anything.”

“Don’t be like what?  There’s nothing wrong with me! It’s not like your love life is any of my business, right?” he snapped.  The brunette plopped down on the couch in the corner opposite Kai.  He propped his chin up with his hand and huffed, looking away when Rei rushed to his side looking desperate.
“Wow. What did we miss?” Tyson inquired from his spot on the carpet.

“Rei thinks I care about him kissing a complete stranger. But I couldn’t care less!” Kenny spat.

Max elaborated, “We ran into some fans. This one girl was, like, totally into Rei- she even tricked her blade out to look like Driger! He gave her an autograph and a kiss on the cheek.”

“Aww...” Kenny shot Tyson a death glare, “...wwoooh, gross man! How could you?”

He scooted close to Rei and whispered, “Was she cute?”

Rei nodded after glancing to see if the Chief was watching.  He whispered back.

“She was a total hottie! And it’s not like she was some brainless ditz who’s into bladers more than blading. This chick was a serious warrior, man. She went up against Kai in the tournament Friday, remember?”

“Oh, yeah! I know who you’re talkin’ about; she totally had him on edge...”

“Yea, well, she was a huge fan of ours and she seemed really cool. She was too shy to ask for my autograph- her buddy did it for her. I figured I’d give her a story to tell at school or whatever, so I just gave her a little peck on the cheek! It’s not like we’re gonna hook up or anything!”

Max chuckled, “You should’ve seen Kenny’s face! He looked like Rei was asking her to marry him or somethin’!”

“I’m not gonna marry her, Chief,” Rei kneeled and poked Kenny’s leg.

“And why are you telling me?” he swung his legs up on the couch. Being so short, his feet missed the grouch on the other end by a good several inches.

“Come on, Kenny.” Max’s father tousled his hair, “You are acting like a jealous girlfriend!”
“It was disgusting,” Kenny mumbled, defending his outrage.

With an energy so similar to that of a certain blonde, the man swooped down to the Chief’s ear level, grinning mischievously as he murmured, “Or are you just upset that that cute girl wasn’t a Kenny fan?”

“What? No! Believe it or not, I have plenty of admirers. They just aren’t as aggressive. Check the fan listings. Google me. That’s not my problem,” he fumed as his goggles flashed.

“Well are you Rei’s jealous girlfriend then?” he chuckled as he slapped Kenny’s back and rose.

“Do a once over on the room to make sure you all have your belongings,” Mr. Dickinson began, “We will be heading to the airport in 30 minutes, at 10:30 sharp.”

“We should do the same,” Mr. Mizuhara chimed in.  So out they went, chatting away, unaware of the romantic tension in the air.

“Well,” Max stalked up to Kai, examining his frowning countenance, “What happened here, Tyson?”

“We were messin’ off in the bathroom of the place where we ate and some old guy embarrassed Kai.”

“Aww, poor baby!” Max squatted by the arm of the couch and rested his chin on Kai’s arm.  Rei challenged, “Whose bright idea was it to go to a public restroom?”

“Mine... I had a game plan, though. I noticed that all the people in the place were, like, businessmen. Everyone was grabbing coffee and junk to carry out. Nobody stayed long enough to use the bathroom. If they had been using it, I would never have gone in there. The old guy was a fluke!”

“You actually thought, Ty! Good for you! Is that why you wanted to go alone? Maybe you should’ve taken Kenny with you. Then that incident probably wouldn’t have happened and Kenny wouldn’t be angry now.”

Rei produced a small rose and, bowing with a flourish, handed it to Kenny.  The brown haired boy took it, examined it briefly, and snapped it, placing it on an end table.

 “Kenny!!”

The Chief had a jealous streak bigger than his glasses, and once you made him mad, you had to work like a dog to get back on his good side.

Kai got up and headed to the bedroom to get his luggage.  Glancing around the room, he checked under the beds for any leftover possessions. Surveying the bathroom, he found Tyson’s cap, his missing hairbrush underneath it.  The lights were off.  Kai yawned; he was still sleepy.  Why not enjoy the calm silence for awhile before he was forced into closed quarters with his noisy hyper teammates? He dropped Tyson’s brush into one of his convenient deep pockets and slid into an armchair next to the far bed.  Absentmindedly, he twirled the baseball cap on his finger as he listened to the bickering and giggling coming from the next room.  He wondered what he’d be doing in the coming weeks.  He had no plans and he didn’t have to go back to school for another month.  He sighed, fingering the seams on Tyson’s hat as he stared into space, his eyelids becoming heavy.  Before he could drift into slumber, a slender, ponytailed silhouette crept through the doorway.
“Kai? Kai.” The stoic blader watched in silence as Rei searched for him in the semi-darkness; the blackout shades had been pulled and yet the raven-haired boy managed to spot an abnormal lump in the armchair Kai was in.

“There you are. Why didn’t you answer, punk?” Rei grinned.  Kai watched the feline pupils dilate as his golden eyes adjusted to the light.

“Kai...” he sang, leaning a hand on either arm of the overstuffed chair. “I have an offer for you.  A proposal, actually.”
“If you’re setting yourself up for a gay marriage joke, I’m not biting. What do you want?”

“Grumpy old...” he muttered, “Kai, you know I’m going home the day after tomorrow, right? Well, in two weeks, I’ll have to go back to school. I’m, like, way ahead of my class, but with the hectic tournament schedules, I’m not as far ahead as I used to be. That’s a problem because since there aren’t enough kids for us to be divided into regular and advanced classes, they let the advanced students graduate early.  And Lee and I have been competing to see who would graduate first, but now I’m behind him.”

Kai interjected, “So you and Lee are both brains, then?”

“Well, I guess you could say that,” he rubbed the back of his head in a modest gesture.

“I don’t see the problem. If the blading season threw you off, it should’ve thrown Lee off as well, right? And why are you telling me all this out of the blue, by the way?”

“To answer the first question, Lee probably isn’t messed up because Mariah helps him study on the road. When I was with the White Tigers, we all studied together, but that won’t work too well for us, with everyone at different schools with different lesson plans,” he slid into the chair with Kai, straddling him. “Besides, this team isn’t big on work, y’know? And I’m telling you this because I would like your help. If you’re free for the next week or so, would you want to come home with me and help me study? Mr. Dickinson already said he’d buy an extra plane ticket if I could get someone who’d actually study with me to agree.”

“And you’re asking me because you know the Chief will say no, right?”

Rei looked down, frowning slightly, “He was my first choice, yes. But only because he’s nerdy- he’d be more likely to actually want to help me study. Aside from that, I’d have needed to flip a coin to choose between you two. I know you’d get down to business, and you go to an exclusive private school, right? Kai, I’m asking you because I know you’ll be able to understand the work and be of some help.”

Contemplatively, Kai asked, “Where would the White Tigers be? Why can’t you study with them?”

“They’ll be touring other areas of China up until school starts. And I want you to come home with me and see my village. It’s not like you won’t have running water and an indoor toilet. And there are great spots for blading where you could train at anytime. Plus, I want to spend time with you. Not just for fooling around, either. I wanna hang out. You wouldn’t regret it. Whaddya think, Kai?”

Kai sighed, “I think you’d be saying the exact same thing to Kenny if he weren’t mad at you.”

Rei’s expectant smile was slowly wilting.

“And I’ve always found studying alone to be more effective.”

“Kai, why are you being so difficult?” Rei snapped, “If you don’t want to go, then say so. I can catch up by myself- that’s no big deal. But why are you so hesitant to spend time with me? Are you uninterested in us if we aren’t battling you or sucking your dick?”

Kai wasn’t aware that he was aggravating him so much until now.  He had a bad habit of bringing others down when he was unhappy.  Add this to the fact that he was raised to cause and respond to conflict rather than affection, and Kai was a walking social disaster.  He honestly had no idea why he chose to give the dark haired boy such a hard time; he was thrilled that someone desired his company for something other than his Dranzer.  He regretted every word tenfold as soon as Rei’s frown became a pout and he turned his face away, the light from the front room catching the tears welling in his eyes.  Kai sighed and squeezed his temples.  He deposited Tyson’s cap on Rei’s fluffy head and sat up, pulling Rei closer.

“Rei, I’m... I’m... sorry. I don’t know what my problem is. I guess I’m just not a people person or something... Whatever. My point is, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m flattered that you thing I’m smart enough to be able to help you. If you still want my help, I will do what I can for you, but if you don’t want a mean prick like me hanging around, I understand. Forgive me.” he placed a chaste kiss on Rei’s lips.
“You forgot to say ‘please’. When you ask for forgiveness, you say ‘please forgive me’,” he smiled faintly.

“Please forgive me.”

“Now where’d my kiss go?”

Kai granted him another peck.

“That was really hard for you, wasn’t it?”

“You have no idea.” Rei chuckled as he hugged Kai. 

Tyson bounded into the room, “Rei, Kai, where’d you go? That you in the chair? ...Oh, you whores! Playing dress up games with my stuff. No need to pretend- the real thing’s always available to play.  He whipped his cap off of Rei’s head and put it back where it belonged.

“It’s almost time to go, whores. Get your bags and bring them up front.” he bounded out with his suitcase.

Rei wriggled off of Kai, smirking, “I’ll let Mr. Dickinson know you’re coming home with me.”

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Tyson had Zeo pressed against the wall next to a huge window draped with gauzy curtains.  Hands braced on the wall on either side of Zeo’s fluffy head, Tyson ravished his mouth.  The other boy’s arms were draped uselessly over Tyson’s shoulders.  Wanting more contact, Tyson tangled a hand in Zeo’s thick hair and wrapped the other arm around his waist.  He tilted his head more as he simultaneously pulled the boy closer and pressed himself into him lewdly.

Zeo flushed as a small moan overcame him and his hands fisted in the back of Tyson’s jacket.  They’d been at it for too long.  The aggressor broke the kiss with a huff and Zeo threw his head back, gasping for air.  Almost immediately, Tyson attacked the exposed flesh of his neck.  Eyes half-lidded and still panting, Zeo asked, “Where on Earth did you learn to kiss like that?”

Nuzzling him, Tyson replied, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, Zeo.” He began to suck on his alabaster skin, nipping not so gently.  Zeo squirmed in his grip; the twinges of pain that felt so good confused him.  He heard the wet kiss release and he shuddered.  Tyson fingered an angry red blotch on the side of Zeo’s neck.

“Uh-oh, looks like that’s gonna be a hickey. Unless you want awkward questions, you’re gonna wanna wear your hair down for awhile to cover it. What would you do if I put one here?” he ran his lips across Zeo's throat.

“No, not there,” he moaned, “Anywhere but there.”

“Anywhere? I’ll keep that in mind, baby,” he grinned as he wrapped one of the shorter boy’s legs around his waist.  Zeo’s eyes began to glaze over as the boy with the baseball cap ground his need into Zeo’s own bulging crotch.  Zeo raised his flushed face to Tyson, who wasted no time diving back into that pliant, willing mouth.  Instead of submitting completely to Tyson’s tongue as he had done earlier, Zeo had taken hold of Tyson’s navy locks and cocked his head slightly, kissing back with a little less force but just as much passion.  Tyson’s hands roamed along Zeo’s lithe body massaging the small of his back, cupping his tasty little bottom, and finally slipping past his behind, fondling him from behind.  Zeo broke the kiss, hissing sharply as his back arched.  Tyson was the first person Zeo had been with in this way, and he thoroughly enjoyed how responsive the boy was and never got bored with exploiting his inexperience.  Zeo could barely handle a kiss on the neck, yet Tyson touched him and teased him in ways that had been known to cause nosebleeds in mere observers.

“Ooh, Tyson,” he swooned dreamily.  The boy with the baseball cap lifted Zeo easily and Zeo kissed him dazedly as they headed for his huge bed.  Tyson laid Zeo down and crawled on top of him, intertwining their legs.

“Oh, Zeo,” Tyson began, “what’s this big hard thing you got down here pressing into my stomach?”

“Big? You know what that is,” he blushed as he looked away shyly.  He’d snapped out of his daze.

“No, I want you to tell me what you’ve got down there. It’s not a Popsicle, ’cause those are cold and this is hot. Really hot,” he squeezed Zeo firmly as he spoke.
“It could be a flashlight, but I don’t feel a switch,” he slowly stroked the aqua haired boy, whose head was thrown back in a silent howl. “Tell me, what is this you got wedged in my gut?”

“Stop playing dumb, Tyson. It’s the same thing you’ve got,” he pouted, obviously not used to talking about such things.

“Well, I’ve got a nice, throbbing, rock hard cock that wants you to reach in my pants and touch it all over with those soft hands and pretty lips,” Tyson released his grip on Zeo’s erection. “You got one of those?”

The scarlet glow from Zeo’s cheeks spread so drastically that his ears became warm from blushing.  He didn’t answer Tyson; he merely laid there with his mouth slightly agape, eyes drifting from Tyson’s face to Tyson’s crotch, pressed into his thigh. 

Tyson grinned slyly, “No need to be shy with me. Go for it.” He took the other boy’s delicate hand and kissed it on the palm, then put it to the heavy burning need between his legs.

Zeo caressed softly and Tyson hummed, rolling his hips into the contact, “That kinda tickles.”

The hardness pressed against his body throbbed forcefully and Zeo groaned, “So hard, Tyson.” His voice was practically dripping sex and the added roughness made Zeo sound more his age.

“Really? Let’s see if I can make you even harder,” Tyson purred as he nipped Zeo’s lip.  He repositioned so he was sitting on his haunches between Zeo’s legs.  Reaching both hands under the other boy’s t-shirt, Tyson flicked two erect nubs under the red fabric.  Effortlessly, he sat Zeo up and pulled the garment over his head, although Zeo did have to help disembark his braid from it.  The boy with the navy hair kissed him not so gently at the crook of his neck, leaving another hickey.  Tyson laid his fanboy turned lover down again and kissed a trail from his collarbone to his left nipple.  He flicked it with his tongue, making Zeo twitch under him.  As he licked, sucked, swirled his tongue around, and kissed the sensitive nub, Zeo squirmed uncontrollably, gasping the other boy’s name as he grasped him by the hair, jacket, shoulders, anything he could hold onto.  Suddenly, Tyson bit down on the nipple he’d been teasing and Zeo cried out, looking hurt but blushing, and throbbing, furiously.

“Gorgeous,” Tyson shook his head in wonder as he sat back, taking the boy’s plait. “Which one tickles the most now? This one? Or this one?” he dusted the bushy end of Zeo’s braid first over the neglected nipple, then over the abused one. 

Zeo writhed and reached for Tyson’s hand, “I don’t think I can take much more of this.”

“What’s gonna happen when you can’t take anymore? You finally gonna let me take off your pants?” Tyson pinched one of the pert pink nubs, knocking the wind out of the other young man.  Tyson caressed the side of his face lovingly as Zeo, chest heaving, stared up at him with a wild desire glinting in his big blue eyes.

“We don’t have to stop, Zeo; you need more, and I can help you,” Tyson leaned in, “I haven’t gotten to make you cum since we started doing this. Don’t you want me to finish you?”
The braided blader’s countenance softened with uncertainty.  Tyson closed in until they were close enough for their bangs to mesh.

“Come on, baby. I won’t force you to do something you really don’t want to, but I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t regret this. Let me do somethin’ real good to you.” he lowered his voice to a seductive whisper and a chill ran down Zeo’s back.  He moved Tyson back and sat up, scooting back to lean against his headboard. Late afternoon sunlight shone through his window, illuminating his tousled aqua locks and giving him an almost angelic glow.

“Umm... what exactly did you want to do?” he stuttered bashfully.  Smirking, inwardly jumping for joy, Tyson crawled up the bed and again took his place between Zeo’s slender legs.

“Let’s see. You like this?” he kissed Zeo’s ear, then ran his tongue along the inner shell.  He followed every curve and dip, stopping occasionally to nip at his earlobe or blow gently into the ear.  He made a small noise of satisfaction as he gave Zeo’s ear one final kiss.

Being so responsive, Zeo had been whimpering and mewling from every touch.  As Tyson pulled away, Zeo’s mouth was open in a gasp, his eyes closed and his legs wrapped around the other young man.  His head was tilted to give Tyson better access to his target; he looked like he was posed for a porn.

“Did that feel good?” Tyson ran his thumb across Zeo’s plumped bottom lip.  Zeo nodded as he moved his hips against Tyson ever so slowly.

“Imagine me doing that down here,” he massaged Zeo’s arousal. “You want that?”

“Yes, yes! Please. Go ahead; do it now, Tyson,” Zeo parted his legs widely as he gripped the bedspread underneath him in anticipation.  Tyson’s own need ached painfully as he drank in the sight of his partner’s submission.  He wanted nothing more than to rip the shorts off of the braided boy and give him an evening to remember, but there was one problem.  Zeo was so shy that it had taken months for Tyson to earn the privilege of touching him intimately, and he was still trying to convince his partner to just give him a peek at his nether regions.  Although getting him to ask for sexual contact was a gigantic step forward, Tyson needed to be sure he wasn’t rushing Zeo into something he wasn’t really comfortable with. 

So partially to confirm Zeo’s consent and partially to feed his own hentai tendencies, Tyson requested, “Whip it out for me, Zeo. I want you to show me your penis.”
“Huh??” Zeo began to stammer.

“I want you to do it; when you lay there looking at me like that it kinda feels like I’m taking advantage of you. Give it to me- prove to me that you’re gonna let me do this because you want it, and not because I asked. Remember, I promise I’ll back off whenever this gets too weird for you. But if you‘re really ready... let me see what you‘re workin’ with.”

Beet red and with fumbling fingers, Zeo obediently unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his shorts.  He glanced up hesitantly; Tyson was waiting patiently but he was literally panting, and had begun to thumb the prominent disturbance in his own shorts.
“Reach in there and stoke it a little,” he murmured as his eyes traveled up and down the lithe form obscenely.  Zeo’s back arched as he reached into his underwear.  Instead of moving it down for Tyson to see, Zeo stood his member up in his boxers, the tip peaking out coyly as his hand moved inside.  Never breaking eye contact, his head dipped as he began to huff, and a stray lock slipped over his shoulder.

“I can’t tell if you’re being shy or teasing me, Zeo. Which is it?”

“Tyson, if you’re not going to do anything, I’ll just jerk off in your face.”

“You got a lotta nerve being impatient after all the time I’ve been waiting for this...” he ran heated fingertips down Zeo’s silken stomach, and they disappeared in his garments.  Tyson’s sultry smirk faded as his brows knitted in concern.  Tyson’s fingers had found delicate wisps where they had expected a healthy swatch of pubic hair.  Breathing shakily, Zeo had stopped pumping himself and was frowning quizzically up at Tyson with large innocent eyes.  The boy with the baseball cap felt a warm sticky wetness against his hand.  Glancing down with growing anxiety, he found a bit of clear fluid oozing from Zeo where he expected to see a robust, virile sample of his pre cum. 

“Oh, God, Zeo, how... how old are you?” he jerked his hand away, panic tugging at his mind.  He began to feel sick to his stomach as he reflected on how naive and shy Zeo had been during these types of encounters. 

Zeo rolled his eyes. “Tyson, I’m no younger than you are. In fact, I think I’m a couple weeks older! All you need to worry about now is that I am indeed fully mature and I am at the legal age of consent.”  He sounded as if he’d rehearsed that line and Tyson was still unsure.

“You wouldn’t lie to me about something important like that?”
“This is one of the reasons I’ve been so hesitant about letting you see me naked. We can talk later. Ask questions then. For now, will you do me a favor and just finish me?” Tyson still looked unnerved.

“You’re not some horny kid trying to ruin me, then?”
“Why would I do something like that? You’re my idol.” Zeo insisted sincerely. 

In what had to be his boldest move outside a beystadium, Zeo took Tyson by the shoulders and pulled him down onto him. “Now do as your sempai says and put your mouth to work down here,” he eased Tyson’s hand back between his legs, where his rough fingertips grazed Zeo’s still exposed tip, causing his breath to catch.  As Tyson’s confidence returned, so did his elated grin.  He kissed a hurried trail of sloppy kisses down his partner’s smooth torso and finally he found his target.  He licked his lips, wolfish grin intensifying.  Tyson lowered his face, mouth open tongue protruding and centimeters from Zeo’s weeping hardness...

“Master Zeo? Are you in here?” Dr. Zagart’s snooty butler rapped sharply on the door.  He attempted to let himself into the room, but the doorknob refused to budge.

“Why do you have the door locked? Oh, well, no matter. Your tutor is due to arrive in half an hour, young master. It would be wise of you to say good bye to your friend for the time being so that you may prepare for his arrival. You can finish whatever you are doing another time.” The pair remained frozen until they heard his footfalls fade away.

“Where are you going? Wait! We have time!” Tyson protested desperately as Zeo begrudgingly slid out from under him.

“You heard him. You have to go so I can get ready.”

“Come on! You don’t have to listen to him for real, do you?”
“Ya... I need to look over my readings... after I take a cold shower and change. And you don’t know my tutor. If I’m not down in the parlor waiting on him with my nose in a book, he’ll come looking for me. And man, he’ll go off on a tangent and never shut up!” Zeo put himself back in his shorts to Tyson’s dismay, “And he’s violent. He likes to yank on my hair when I don’t do things his way, the rat bastard.”

He cradled his braid against his chest as he picked up his discarded shirt. “What? You so don’t have to take that, Zeo! Get him fired! Do you tell your dad this guy’s a lunatic?”

“Oh, he says if I’d just quit acting so rebellious and hard headed, the guy wouldn’t have a reason to do it. My dad won’t get rid of him. Mr. Shuu’s supposed to be some world-class private tutor. Besides, I hear they used to let him use whips as a ‘learning aid’. Hair pulling, I can take. But if he ever tried that on me...” Zeo punched his fist angrily.  He held that pose; he seemed to be imagining himself inflicting harm on Mr. Shuu as his aimless glare intensified.  His teeth gritted and Tyson noticed an odd mechanical whir in the background.  Seeing that the boy wasn’t going to change his mind about coming back to bed, Tyson flopped over onto his back, sighing in defeat.

Zeo snapped out of his fantasy. “Oh! What was I saying? Anyway, I guess I won’t be needing that cold shower,” he glanced down and muttered, “Yeah, Mr. Shuu is like the ultimate anti-aphrodisiac.”
“Well, what about me?” Tyson whined, no longer rock hard but still at visibly aroused.

“Oh, yeah, how are you gonna get home like that-- I know!” Zeo hopped back on the bed and snatched Tyson’s cap.  He fastened it around his sadly untouched belt buckle. “There. How does that look?”

“Like I got a boner and I’m tryin’ to hide it with my cap,” he pouted soberly.

“Think it’s that obvious? I can get the driver to take you home if you want.”

“No, thanks, but I think I’d do better walking off my frustration.”
“Sorry things turned out like they did. But it was nice of you to come see me so soon after you got home. It’s been awhile since we hung out all day together, hasn’t it? I’ll be training so next time we battle at the community center I‘ll win!” Zeo leaned in to kiss the other boy’s cheek but Tyson turned, grabbing Zeo and pressing into his lips.
The kiss intensified briefly but Zeo broke it, grumbling, “If I take too long, that Shuu might come up here and teach you, too.” Resentfully, he rose and ambled to his attached bathroom. Tyson eyed his swaying hips as he walked. “I’m going to go freshen up. You can let yourself out, right?”  Tyson nodded woefully.

“Be gone when I come out because I won’t be able to leave the room with you looking at me like that!” he blew a kiss to Tyson as he disappeared behind the door.  Moments later he and every worker on the floor were startled by a frustrated, sobbing “Whyyyyyy meeee?”

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*A/N about Mr. Shuu: I’m giving a shout-out to DragonBall Z, which I also don’t own.  Remember Gohan’s mean tutor with the afro and the bullwhip?  The one who’s ass Chi-Chi kicked? Cameos make me happy...

Sorry there was no lemony goodness here. It’s rather necessary that you feel Tyson’s frustration! Don’t worry, I’m getting there. There’s a reason why we’re waiting. But I promise it’ll be hardcore awesome when the time comes.

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