Got Pants?
Author's Note: Set during Digimon Adventure 02. Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Digimon series.
Pairing: Established Daisuke x Takeru.
Summary:
Takaishi Takeru forgets his pj's at home before a sleepover at his boyfriend's. Motomiya Daisuke doesn't know why it bothers him, but Takeru should definitely get some pants!
"Good grief, Takeru! Put on some pants!"
Takaishi Takeru finished folding his shirt, spacey and stumped at the request. He'd packed his night clothes and toiletries and dropped his effects by the front door while he retrieved Patamon out of hiding that morning, grabbing the wrong bag as he left. Consequently, he had to borrow school supplies throughout the day, mostly from Hikari, because a certain ogre refused to contribute to the "Save Takeru from Failing Fund."
This ogre, his boyfriend, Motomiya Daisuke, was buttoning his yellow pajama top, readying himself to hit the hay.
Chibimon and Patamon were lost in the sheets, snoring away.
Takeru didn't understand what the problem was. During the original seven Chosen Children's journey to the Digital World, nobody had trouble sleeping in their underwear, and back then, they roomed co-ed.
Was the gap between the vets and newer Chosen really that expansive? He and Hikari didn't enjoy it when they had to kill evil Digimon either, but unlike Daisuke, Miyako, and Iori, they wouldn't hesitate to use lethal force if the situation demanded it.
Sleepwear (or lack thereof) seemed a frivolous topic of discussion, by comparison.
Daisuke was being dumb.
"Stop that."
"What?"
"You're staring at me like I'm crazy!" Daisuke protested.
Unfazed, Takeru unconsciously pulled up on the elastic of his boxer briefs, earning a grunt of disapproval. "If it bothers you that much, lend me a pair of your pj's."
"Why don't you just go to bed in your shorts?"
He said it off the cuff, but it made practical sense. His garments wouldn't fit Takeru.
"They're uncomfortable."
Join the club, Takeru.
Getting Takeru into trousers, jeans, lederhosen – something – was paramount. Daisuke couldn't acquire a good night's rest, knowing beside him slept a pantless cherub.
"Are you ashamed of me?"
"Does a Parrotmon have wings? For the one owning the Digimental of Hope, you sure are hopelessly dense! You're too early a riser! You ate the last of Iori's mom's ohagi! And you're flirting with Hikari-chan, even after hooking up with me!"
Again, Daisuke responded curtly, without thinking. Honestly, he didn't comprehend why viewing Takeru in his undies confounded him. Other guys on his soccer team showed considerably more skin in the lockers. How was this any different?
Lying down, Takeru trained his blues on Daisuke across the pillow, trying not to giggle at his paranoid ravings. They stayed close to the bed's border, for fear of squashing their unseen Digimon.
"I'll take your suggestions to heart, Daisuke-kun." He smiled an angelic smile, radiating an ingenuous pureness, causing his love to blush, though Daisuke quickly pretended to look elsewhere.
"How 'bout starting with pants?"
Takeru coquettishly stuck out his tongue.
Takaishi Takeru! Why are you so confusing?