i've been playing aces {Jo-Jo}

[JOSEPH FRENCH]

Joey still had a stupid grin plastered on his face, and it intensified as Dorian planted soft lips against his. He wasn't prepared for what happened next, and watched helplessly as the other boy grabbed his shirt from beside him and slid it on, before springing onto the bed out of reach. Joey sighed dramatically and crossed his arms, feigning a pouting face.

"Now, Dorian," He started slowly, "That's no way for a Princess to act," He said, stepping up onto the bed beside him, fully planning on retrieving his shirt. His head almost scraped the ceiling, he noticed, and stooped over slightly to avoid hitting himself against it. "Be a doll and give me back my shirt?" He pleaded with a sly grin, taking another step toward Dorian, putting his hands out, as if the blonde were going to just take it off and hand it to him.

At least he had already put on his boxers, he thought, making the best of the situation if it were to come down to Dorian walking out in his shirt. It wouldn't be so bad, but he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Come on beautiful, hand it over," He said, with a smirk. "You know you'll look better leaving here in what you came wearing,"

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Dorian giggled, playing with the hem of the shirt as Joseph took a step towards him. He thought for a moment, making out as thought was actually going to take off the shirt, when he changed his mind and stepped lightly off the side of the bed. He smiled and winked at the other boy, darting around the bed to the door.

And what if I just left wearing this? he teased, opening the door slightly and letting one foot step out into the hallway. He bit his lip, smiling as he looked back at the other boy. I mean, I make anything look good. I bet that old man at the front desk wouldn't mind. he giggled, leaning back against the door frame, fully expecting the other boy to pull him back in.

He batted his lashes at Joseph, running a hand up his bare leg to tug on the shirt, besides, you weren't wearing it earlier...it's only fair that I make good use of it.

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Joey followed Dorian with his eyes as the boy rushed to the door. He stood on the bed, biting the inside of his cheek for a second, before stepping off and sitting down, casually, picking at the sheets that had been thrown into complete disarray. He had to smile, thinking about how they had gotten that way.

"Do you really want the old man to see you like that though?" He asked with an arched eyebrow. "Even though, I have to admit, you do look good," He sighed, blowing his bangs away from his face. "You wouldn't want creepy old guys looking at you," He stood up and walked to Dorian's side, grabbing him back into the room and shutting the door, and pulling Dorian into his arms, against the door. He knew this was a loosing battle, and he didn't have the strength to keep fighting over something silly like a shirt.

"At least wear something over those pretty panties," He whispered with a smile. This was, of course, completely hypocritical, coming from Joey, who was in only his red and black plaid boxers, having been sidetracked from putting on his own pair of shorts. "I don't want to have to save you from street thugs that take a fancy to you,"

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Dorian giggled as he was pulled away from the door. Slowly wrapping his arms around Joseph's neck he pulled the boy forward and kissed the corner of his mouth and then began tracing kisses down his neck to his shoulders. Hmm, Dorian mused, his hands going down to Joseph's boxers, playing with the elastic. You could always give these to me too, he chuckled, kissing the boy's lips again before ducking out from under the boy's arms.

Bending over he wiggled his bum slightly, picking up Joseph's shorts. He looked over his shoulder at the other boy, giving him a wink as he slipped the thin material over his long legs. Is this better for you? he asked, turning to face Joseph. He blushed and beckoned the boy over with a finger. Guess, these are mine too, unless you wanna pull them off me, he teased, kissing Joseph a little more forcefully this time and nipping his bottom lip affectionately.

He turned around and bent over, pressing himself against the other boy, I think my shorts went under the bed, he said, pouting slightly. Getting down on his knees he tried to slip under the furniture, giving Joseph as much of an eyeful as he dared. I think I can get them, he called from under the bed. In fact Dorian had easily grabbed the little black shorts and was just wasting time...plus he knew the other would appreciate the view.

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Brushing his lips against Dorian's cheek in a soft kiss, Joseph just laughed, flashing his pearly whites and glancing down at his boxers. With a shake of his head, he fingered the hem of the white tee shirt Dorian had claimed as his own and slid his hand down the blonde's side. "Maybe next time, eh?" He teased, not willing to let go of his boxers like he had his shirt.

He was tempted, by all means, to simply pull Dorian out of his clothing. Though he wouldn't be the one to say it, or make a show of it, Joey was pretty obviously the stronger of the two. (even if Dorian wasn't completely helpless, he had gone the 'small and skinny' route, where Joey was aiming for strong and toned.) And if push came to shove, it wouldn't be to hard to overpower Dorian.

The other boy responded by bending over very dramatically and crawling under the bed. To be completely honest, Joey /did/ enjoy the view, and he had to stop himself from completely staring at Dorian's ass and thinking thoughts that would lead to a repeat of their earlier adventure. A thought crossed his mind, much different than the others.

"Wait, am I going to be able to walk out of here in any of my clothes? Or is that your plan? To rob me of all that I'm wearing and leave me here to fend for my self?" He asked Dorian, teasingly. "Do you need some help down there?"

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Dorian laughed from under the bed, coughing slightly as some dust went up his nose. Wriggling out from under the bed he brushed himself down. Turning to face Joseph with a smile, Of course that was the plan, he teased shrugging his shoulders. What better way to spend an afternoon than having a very attractive half naked man chasing you down the street wanting his clothes back? Any girl's dream, I'm sure, he snorted, holding back a blush as he turned and pretending to undo the white string that was holding Joseph's shorts to his thin hips.

He pouted and turned back to the other boy, arms crossed over his chest, I can't take them off, you'll have to help me, he said, sighing dramatically as he took a step closer to the boy. He looked up at Joseph, batting his long eyelashes, he couldn't help it, this boy was gorgeous...and Dorian hadn't had an afternoon like this in quite a while. He waited for Joseph to remove his shorts before slipping on his little black ones and tucking his own shirt into his small handbag.

So, where are you taking me now? he asked, slipping his bag over his shoulder and taking Joseph's hand in his own. What do you like doing in your spare time? he asked, making casual small talk as they left the room together both fully clothed, though Dorian was still refusing to take off Joey's shirt. Besides, there wasn't a nicer view than the boy with no shirt on.

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Joey rolled his eyes at Dorian's dramatics. He paused, looking at the boy, before he reached down and slid the shorts off Dorian's lean frame, lifting his feet out of them one at a time, and proceeded to put them onto his own body. He was surprised how little the blonde weighed, even most girls he had any contact with had more meat on their bones. Sighing softly, he clasped Dorian's hand and smiled. At least Dorian /hadn't/ darted out the door in his clothes. Though it would be a fun tale to share if Joey had been forced to chase the other male down the streets of Vegas.

"Eh, where did you want to go?" He asked, warily. None of his usual places would be too kind about letting him in shirtless, even if he begged. He was better off steering them back to the shore and settling into the sand. "My spare time? I wander around Vegas looking for sexy princesses that need someone to save them from loneliness," He teased, pulling Dorian closer to him as they walked out of the hotel, almost protectively.

The street was a bit chillier than when they had entered the building, and Joey felt it instantly on his bare chest. He was sure he had goosebumps along his arms from the tempurture change. Where were they going? Joey didn't have the slightest idea, but he aimed them down a side street, with little happening, and the main attraction was a fairly large, and very familiar, mechanic's shop. Which reminded him..

"Hey, do mind if we stop in here for a sec?" He asked, pulling Dorian along as he walked up to the door. "I need to check on the Beast," Joey said, not realizing he'd slipped and called his car by the affectionate nickname it had been given.

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Just as he had finished putting his own shorts he was surprised to find Joseph's hand in his own. He blushed a little, not realizing that having someone take his hand, rather than him taking theirs, meant so much to him. He looked away for a moment, getting his red face under control. I want to go anywhere you'd like to take me, he said sweetly, leaning against the other as they walked. The man on the desk frowned as Dorian handed back the room key, obviously he knew what they had done. For once, Dorian was happy dressed the way he was, he wasn't going to receive any snarky comments about two guys having sex. To the old man, he was a harmless girl. Perfect.

I thought you didn't rescue princesses? Dorian teased, standing on the tips of his toes to kiss Joey's temple. He made light small-talk with the other boy as they walked, mostly about school. The usual. He wasn't sure where they were, he'd never been into this area of town - George had always told him to keep to the well lit streets.

Dorian paused just outside the mechanics shop, looking up at the sign when he realized what Joey had said. The beast? he snorted, skipping in after the other. Please tell me you haven't named the car...giving it nicknames only gets you attached quicker, he said, looking around at all the cars. Some were nice, others a bit battered. Dorian clung to Joey when a large man, covered in oil approached them. I'm a princess! he hissed in the boy's ear, thumping his arm lightly before giggling.

So which one is 'the beast'? he asked, letting go of Joey and walking around the room. This one, right? he called pointing to a three-wheeled pink mini.

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"Only the good looking ones," He replied to the princess comment, with a wink. The pair went on to talk about school, which Joey reluctantly revealed he actually went to and was trying to do something more with his life. This rockstar wasn't planning on being a homeless drunk when his carefree lifestyle crashed and burned. No, he would be Joseph French, architect.

"Oh, I said that out loud?" Joey asked, with a blank look. Damn it. He sucked in a long breath. "Yeah, my little sister named it and it sort of stuck." Dorian was right though, he'd been attached to the car since he'd moved from California, and couldn't seem to give it up, no matter what assortment of problems came with it. He shrugged, turning to the man that walked up to them. "It's fine Princess, he's a friend." He whispered back, grinning.

Dorian wandered from his side, allowing Joey to speak to the oil-splattered man for a moment. Prices of the repairs that Joey's battered Celica needed were exchanged for the promise of returning the next day to fill out the paperwork and to take his baby home. He's momentarily diverted attention was shifted back to Dorian as he pointed to a pink car (if you could call it that much), and asked if it was Joey's.

"God no!" Joey said loudly, glancing at the man next to him, who was giving him a stern look. "I mean, uh, no, it's not. Mine's the black one behind you, with the peeling paint," He smiled weakly, not proud of his crappy car, but not ashamed of it enough to trade it in. Yet.

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Dorian raised an eyebrow and looked at the car behind him, cocking his head to the side. Clearly Joey saw something in the hunk of metal that Dorian didn't. But each to their own. Okay, come and show me how you look inside it, he said, grinning like a child in a sweet shop. I'm sure it'll be much more appealing with you in the picture.

Biting his lip he waited for Joey to slip into the car before he walked over to the oil-covered man. Who looked over Dorian like he was a fresh piece of meat. Dorian frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. Okay, here's the deal. His car needs a new paint-job, new upholstery, fix those grotty tires and for god sake get rid of that tacky bumper. Dorian said, pulling out his card and smiling sweetly at the man. I'll pay you triple the price if you finish by the time he collects it tomorrow, deal? he asked the man, who looked as though dollar signs were sitting in his eye sockets. He shook Dorian's hand - to which Dorian had to find his hand sanitiser - and immediately got on the phone to his co-workers.

Walking back to Joey, the blonde boy smiled, hoping the other hadn't heard a word of that. Very attractive, he called as he walked up next to the car. 'The Beast'. Not you, you ruin the whole thing, he teased, perching against the car bonnet. Promise to take me out in it some time? he asked, running his fingers along a rather bad scratch in the paint.

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Joey narrowed his eyes at Dorian, but slipped past the blonde next to the car. Jesus, it seemed to be in an even more beat up condition than he'd given it to them in. Were the scratches always so bad? He needed to stop letting his band-mates borrow his car, sober or otherwise. It seemed like he was the only one out of their six man group that had a car, but was still under the drinking age.

He opened the car door and slid in, leaving the door open slightly. Oh there were his aviators! He slid them from the visor and onto his head. Usually he was good about cleaning out the car before he gave it to the mechanics. He leaned over to the glove box, popping it open. And there was his phone. Damn he was getting forgetful. These guys could have robbed him clean if they had wanted to.

Dorian waltzed over as Joey was straightening up and stepping out of the car, reading his text messages from the past few days. A few from the groupie-whores, a couple from his sister..nothing important. He pocketed his phone and glanced up at Dorian with a smile.

"In this? Shouldn't I have to get a horse drawn carriage or something?" He asked, wrapping an arm around the blonde's waist, and nodding to the mechanic.

"Let's split,"

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Dorian blushed as the arm around him and he turned slowly in the boy's embrace to wrap his arms around the boy's neck. Holding him there for a moment. Nah...I'm not really a traditional princess, he chuckled, letting the boy go and running his fingers over the car, wincing slightly when he caught his finger on a bit of rusty paint. Frowning, he brought it up to his lips and sucked on it for a moment before pulling it out at the taste of blood. Eugh, he grimaced, shaking his hand to try and dry the wound.

Where would you like to go next? he asked, the boy, avoiding taking his hand just in case something got covered in blood. We could go back to the beach? Or back to mine? Or yours? he offered, trying to think of somewhere cheap and accessible. I don't live too far away, but I can call George to pick us up? he said, smiling before leading the way out of the garage, but not before waving to the mechanic who was still talking rapidly on the phone.

Joey's car was to be in perfect condition, and Dorian knew by the look on the man's face, he meant business. Dorian would give them hell if they'd wasted his time. He was sure they knew that.

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