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Title: An Unexpected Can of Paint
Fandom: Jet Set Radio Future
Pairing: Beat/Yoyo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: suggested boy love
Summary: Yoyo gets an unexpected surprise while relaxing at Shibuya Terminal.
Author's note: This is a really stupid crack-fic. It’s not a serious attempt at writing. And it’s all myradi’s fault. She made me do it.
Yoyo was enjoying the warm sun filtering down through the many staircases and landings about Shibuya Terminal. As much as he enjoyed being a member of the GGs, he had to get away from all the noise and insanity of the group. And that’s when the full can of spray paint hit him square in the face. He doubled over, clutching his face and shouting incoherently. A smirking Beat stood in front of him.
“Hey, Yoyo. Wanna go to my place for some sex?” he said nonchalantly. Yoyo looked up at the redhead.
“Su-… Wait… What?” he started to blush bright pink, not exactly sure he’d heard the older boy correctly.
“You. Me. My place. For sex. Yes or no?” Beat smiled down at him.
“Uh… Uhm… A-alright.” Yoyo had no clue what was going on, but when did he ever?
“Awesome. I’ll meet you there then.” Beat shouted over his shoulder as he skated off down Chuo Street.
Yoyo blinked, still slightly confused. “Did I really just agree to have sex with Beat…?” he asked himself. The people walking by looked down at the green-haired boy in shock. “Well… Whatever.” He shrugged and skated off in pursuit of Beat, having just realized he had no clue where Beat lived.
Fandom: Jet Set Radio Future
Pairing: Beat/Yoyo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: suggested boy love
Summary: Yoyo gets an unexpected surprise while relaxing at Shibuya Terminal.
Author's note: This is a really stupid crack-fic. It’s not a serious attempt at writing. And it’s all myradi’s fault. She made me do it.
Yoyo was enjoying the warm sun filtering down through the many staircases and landings about Shibuya Terminal. As much as he enjoyed being a member of the GGs, he had to get away from all the noise and insanity of the group. And that’s when the full can of spray paint hit him square in the face. He doubled over, clutching his face and shouting incoherently. A smirking Beat stood in front of him.
“Hey, Yoyo. Wanna go to my place for some sex?” he said nonchalantly. Yoyo looked up at the redhead.
“Su-… Wait… What?” he started to blush bright pink, not exactly sure he’d heard the older boy correctly.
“You. Me. My place. For sex. Yes or no?” Beat smiled down at him.
“Uh… Uhm… A-alright.” Yoyo had no clue what was going on, but when did he ever?
“Awesome. I’ll meet you there then.” Beat shouted over his shoulder as he skated off down Chuo Street.
Yoyo blinked, still slightly confused. “Did I really just agree to have sex with Beat…?” he asked himself. The people walking by looked down at the green-haired boy in shock. “Well… Whatever.” He shrugged and skated off in pursuit of Beat, having just realized he had no clue where Beat lived.