Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Runaway Train ❯ I'm Free ( Chapter 2 )

WARNING: JOEY X MALIK LEMON!!!

 

I'm Free

 

Joey and Malik arrived at the inn at the edge of town. Malik stepped out of the car and looked up at the Victorian structure.

Malik turned to Joey. “Joey, how can we afford this place? It looks pricy.”

Joey gave his boyfriend a smile. The blond walked around the car and took Malik's hands in his own. “It's just for the night, baby. In the morning, we'll leave and go wherever the road takes us. I still have the money in my pocket. One hundred dollars. We'll be good. Besides…” Joey cupped Malik's cheek in his palm. “I have you. That means more to me than money.”

The Egyptian sniffled and hugged Joey tightly. He closed his eyes and wet Joey's shirt with his tears.

`I finally belong,' Malik thought as he held Joey against him. `I finally belong to someone who loves me.'

The blond kissed the other slowly, letting his tongue slip between the Eyptian's warm, yielding lips.

Malik's fingers buried themselves in the golden-soft strands of Joey's hair.

“I love you, Malik,” Joey whispered as he hesitantly broke the kiss.

The Egyptian blushed and shut the car door. “Let's go inside, Joey. I…I want to make love to you.

Joey lowered his head sadly. “Malik….I…..I……I don't know how to make love. Sometimes…..I don't even know what love is.”
Malik sighed. “Neither do I, Joey.But love can't be painful. I love you and I would never want to hurt you.”

“I don't want to hurt you either, Malik.”

A cold breeze blew past them, making Malik shudder with the chill. Joey put his arm around Malik and lead the other blond inside.

The boys paid for their room and walked tiredly down the hallway.

“I so need a bath,” Malik sighed.

“I know what you mean,” Joey said, scratching his head.

Joey unlocked the door and saw a strange sight. The tables were clean and not covered in liquor bottles and vomit. The beds were made with mints on the pillows. The bedsheets were not falling off the bed with familiar blood and semen stains covering them. The carpet was vacuumed and clean. Dirty laundry, more liquor bottles, vomit, and trash didn't litter the floor. The most shock came when he didn't see cockroaches scurry around the floor looking for dropped food.

Malik sat on one of the large beds and laid back. He stretched his arms out and sighed.

“Escape,” he whispered with a smile.

Joey looked at his lover laying on the bed, his blond hair spread like a hallow around his head. The blond leaned over his lover and kissed his neck.

Malik giggled. “Joey, we're not even cleaned! We've been driving all day!”

Joey sighed and straddled Malik's hips. “Okay.We better get out of these clothes,” Joey said unbuttoning Malik's shirt.

Malik remained still as Joey unbuttoned his shirt slowly. When he was done, he opened the shirt, revealing Malik's soft, mocha skin.

Joey ran his hands over Malik's chest, exploring the soft smooth skin.

“You okay, babe?” Joey asked his friend.

Malik nodded and swallowed hard.

“It's Marik, isn't it?” Joey asked.

The Egyptian's eyes looked away from him. “Yes.”

Joey stroked Malik's cheek. “It's okay. He's not here, Malik. It's only you and me.”

Malik sat up and kissed Joey on the lips. The Egyptian unbuttoned Joey's shirt and ran his hands over the creamy white chest. With dexterous thumbs, he rubbed Joey's nipples.

Joey removed his shirt and Malik removed his own. Malik's hands roamed around Joey's body, and finally drifted to between Joey's legs where he rubbed slowly.

Malik kissed Joey's collarbone and moaned as Joey unbuttoned Malik's pants. He reached into the jeans and stroked Malik lightly.

“Joey….feels so good.”

Malik unbuttoned his lover's pants and plunged his hands under the material to touch Joey's sensitive flesh.

A gasp escaped Joey as he was touched, followed by a moan of pleasure.

Both boys rubbed each other and moaned softly as they indulged in the caress of the other.

Joey's face slowly became wet with perspiration under Malik's hand.

“Malik….we have to….get….a ….shower.”

Malik reluctantly removed his hand from Joey. “Yeah…if this keeps going on, we won't be taking a shower.”

Joey struggled off of Malik. He watched Malik remove the remnants of his clothing.

The Egyptian had a thin body. His carved back was not the only scars on his body. Healed burns on his rubs testified to scaldings. Other scars attested to being cut with a blade.

Joey's heart sunk at seeing his friend abused so frequently.

Malik turned to his friend, seeing Joey's body covered in bruises. Purple and blue marks marred the white skin.

“Joey, what happened?”

Joey shook his head. “Nothing,Malik. I don't want to think about my dad or anything we left behind, Malik.”

Malik lead Joey into the shower. He turned on the water and both boys stepped inside. They let the water run over them as they sighed with relief.

“I can't remember the last time I actually had a hot shower,” Malik sighed.

Joey ran his fingers through his own blond hair. “Nothing beats a hot shower.”

Joey placed some shampoo on his hand and lathered it through Malik's hair.

The Egyptian tilted his head back and leaned against Joey with a smile.

Malik lathered up a washcloth and washed himself with it as Joey scratched his scalp.

The Egyptian washed himself as Joey massaged his scalp.

The hot water washed the suds away, forming snaky sudsy lines down his nude form.

Joey kissed the mocha skin as the suds danced down the contours of his body. Joey's kisses descended on Malik's body, tenderly embracing every inch of skin with his lips.

Joey sat on the edge of the tub and lapped at the head of Malik's arousal, licking the diamond beads of precum.

Malik threw back his head and slowly shifted his hips, trying to get Joey to swallow around him.

Joey's tongue swirled around the head and licked up the underside of the length. “You're so beautiful, Malik,” Joey moaned as he kissed the forest of black curls around Malik's loins.

With weak hands, Malik lathered up the washcloth again. Joey swallowed around him and the Egyptian gripped onto Joey's shoulders.

The washcloth in Malik's hand rubbed Joey's skin. The Egyptian leaned over as Joey deep throated him.

Malik's washcloth cleaned Joey's back as he thrust into Joey's mouth slowly.

Malik whimpered as Joey drew on his length. “Joey….gods….”

Joey released Malik's hard weeping flesh from between his lips slowly. Joey stood up and possessed Malik's lips in another hungry kiss. Malik's washcloth brushed against Joey's chest and down to his hard length.

The Egyptian rubbed the cloth against Joey's manhood, the cloth stimulating him further and making him thrust against the cloth.

“Malik….I need you.”

Large purple eyes glistened as they looked up at Joey. “I need you, too, Joey.”

“I think I'm clean enough,” Joey said quickly stepping under the rain of hot water to rinse off the soap suds collecting on his body.

Joey and Malik grabbed their towels and stepped out of the shower. They dried themselves off as they struggled to stay on their feet.

Their straining arousals made it difficult to stand up. Their bodies were warm with their intimate contact.

Malik grabbed the complimentary bottle of hand lotion from the bathroom.

`This will come in handy.'

Both boys walked into the other room and pulled back the covers.

Joey and Malik laid beside each other and looked into each other's eyes. Amber eyes focused at the purple eyes before them. Joey raised his hand and caressed Malik's cheek.

Joey leaned over to kiss the other blond. Joey's arms wrapped around Malik and pulled him on top.

The Egyptian looked down at his lover with an uneasy glance.

“Malik? What's wrong?”

“You….Are you sure you want me on top, Joey?”

Joey nodded. “I know Malik always used to make you submit….and I want you to have a feel for being on top for a change.”

Malik grabbed the bottle of hand lotion and coated Joey's arousal with it. Joey's hand stroked Malik's manhood gently, stimulating his lover further.

The Egyptian grinded himself against the other blond, rocking the bed slowly.

Joey spread his legs and thrust up into Malik's hand. “Malik…please.”

Malik shifted back and positioned Joey's arousal at his entrance. Slowly, he impaled himself on Joey's manhood, letting his body absorb the weeping hard flesh.

Joey closed his eyes and panted as his arousal was buried in Malik's tight heat.

Malik trembled as his body bathed in pleasure and lust.

Malik began rocking on Joey's arousal, bringing him out only to bury him inside again.

Joey thrust up into the tight heat as Malik's bouncing increased.

“Joey….please…”

Joey reached up and ran his hands over Malik's chest. His fingers took the budded nipples in their clasp.

Those hands drifted down to Malik's arousal and pumped him in time with his rhythm.

The Egyptian moaned and whimpered as Joey thrust into him and he slammed onto Joey's manhood, driving him in further with greater intensity.

Malik closed his eyes as he allowed himself to give into the sensations Joey was causing him to feel.

Joey grabbed Malik's hips and slammed up, banging against Malik's prostate with increasing intensity. “Come for me, Malik….please…”

Tears came from Malik's eyes as he screamed with each penetration. “Joey!”

Malik grabbed Joey's shoulders and leaned over, releasing himself onto Joey's stomach and chest.

“Oh yeah, Malik….here I come…”

Joey threw back his head and spilled his release into his lover.

Malik panted heavily and fell forward on Joey. Malik found Joey's milky-white arms wrapped around him, holding him in a cuddle.

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Finally…..I'm free.”