Title: Secrets
Drabble: #28
TK's prompt: Garage
Randomly selected pairing: Yamasuke
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Notes: They've finally fixed the alert problem! (Or so they say) I'm going to do something I haven't done for a while here and ask for reviews. Because my last drabble didn't get any and it makes me sad.
There's a garage just down the road from where Daisuke lives, and as far as he's aware it doesn't belong to anyone. It's never being used and it's never been locked. The masses of cobwebs say that it's old, and the lack of contents say that no one will be returning any time soon to claim it. In fact, the only object in the garage is a battered, soggy sofa.
It's the only place where Daisuke and Yamato can get any privacy, away from the prying eyes of their siblings.
No one knows that they meet there almost every day after school, although it's beyond them both how no one's noticed yet. They'd have thought that at least Koushiro or Hikari would have picked up on it by now, but they haven't. Nobody gives even the slightest hint to say that they know what's going on here, and Yamato's certainly not complaining.
Daisuke has more of a tendency to worry, even when the door to the garage has swung closed behind them and deft, light hands are all over him. He has to protest; they might get caught this time. He's certain that Taichi was looking at them suspiciously today, and he's probably followed them here to find out what they're up to.
However, all remnants of complaint and hesitation are swiftly erased when the hands tighten around him and a warm mouth attaches itself to his neck. A tongue flickers out, confident and knowing, across tanned skin and Daisuke squirms.
It takes a little while for him to come down from his high but when he does he begins to panic again. What if someone had followed them and had been lurking outside that whole time? The garage isn't exactly soundproof, and it wouldn't take a genius to know how sounds like those were being drawn out.
But neither of them move; they're content where they are for the time being – lying across the old sofa together with their fingers entwined and their breath mingling.
No one needs to know yet.
