Hello everyone! It's me! Again! Hello! ... Yeah. I hope you'll enjoy the chapter. I guess you could say it's a little tiny bit fluffy. Just a little.
Have fun!
Hacking words into the computer, Matt sat at his desk with his head hanging in front of the screen and his hands crawling over the keys like frightened insects. Matt wanted to be a good employee. While tea fueled his mind, his stomach growled. His breakfast had been scarce, since his wife was on a business trip. Growling again, the stomach made its point clear: It was time for their break. Matt looked on his watch – his stomach was on time: the break was in a few minutes. Ugh, he thought, hopefully he wouldn't have to sit with that dickhead again.
Taichi had appeared at Matt's office around a week before this day. No, it was exactly a week, Matt counted the days as if he was a prisoner, living in hell, starving and rotting alone, unable to change the situation without breaking all the surrounding walls. Seven days chewed his nerves, depriving Matt's sleep. Though, Matt didn't want his coworkers to notice the blonde guy's problems, they'd only make a fuss about it.
That day Matt rushed out of the dining hall, Takuma tried to console him and Tai wanted to talk to Matt, resulting in a pissed Matt and a gone Tai. Since that day Matt didn't notice too much about this dark-haired prick. Even he got a glimpse of Tai's messy hair from across the room and Akira and Takuma flashed their eyes at this strange guy when he walked past their lunch table – they saw Matt's reaction and knew they wouldn't like him – Tai kept surprisingly unobtrusive.
One day, this suddenly changed. Rustling fabric announced a person, but as Matt noticed Tai's distinctive hair and face from his eye's corners, he leaned to the screen and typed clumsily, hoping Taichi would go away soon enough. In defiance of all hopes, the rustling fabric stopped behind Matt. "Uhm, Ishida?" Taichi's voice sounded at always, but it made Matt cringe. He didn't want Tai to call him by his first name, but he was still unused to it...
"What is it?" - "I wanted to copy something, but the copying machine won't work." - "So you'll ask me instead?" - "Uh, yeah. I don't know the others. Will you help me?" Sighing heavily, Matt got up from his chair, turned around and glared at Taichi, blonde hair covering his forehead. "Alright, fine." After turning his head rapidly to swing his hair from his eyes, he walked quickly to the copy-machine. "So? What's the problem?" - "I can't turn it on. See?" Tai pressed the power-button a few times. Holding onto the machine, Matt looked around it. Reason for the 'broken' machine was its power cable. Obviously someone pulled it out. Matt blew air through his nose and plugged the cable in again. "There. It works again." he said before turning around to Tai, who was leaning against the wall. "Thanks!" he smiled. "By the way, what are you doing later?" Eyebrows raising, Matt tilted his head. "Later?" - "Yes." - "Uhm... I guess, I'll be at home, browsing the internet. Why?" - "I thought we could hang out a bit."
Matt cringed. "Tai?" Although Matt glared with eyes full of fire at Tai, he answered with a faint smile. "Yes?" - "You do realize I can't stand you, right? Especially after all those things you've messed up." Taichi looked at the floor. "I'm sorry about that. I was a mindless idiot." - "Indeed." - "But... I want to make up for it! I want to be your friend again!" Matt shook his head. "Why?" - "You were my best friend back then and I'm really sorry for what happened." Tai stepped a bit closer to Matt and put a hand on his shoulder. "At least give me a good update about your life. What do you say?" - "Not interested." - "Oh come on!" Tai sounded pleading. "Just one chance! One evening! If you still insist on hating me after this, please do. But just let me try to amend." This guy was annoying as always. Just like back then... Taichi glared left and right to check if anybody was near, then he embraced the blonde. Arms slung around his waist and Matt almost punched Tai away, but two things stopped him: First, he was in his office and punching coworkers was not how to get a raise. Second... this divine smell that invaded his nose. Taichi smelled gorgeous. He probably used a new shampoo, new after-shave, new deodorant and so on, but under all these layers was still the same scent that smelled exactly like ten years ago.
Matt almost molt inside Taichi's arms. He was strong as always. Matt had to remember Tai's body pressed against his own, moans of pleasure filling the air...
Tai let Matt go before he could act violently. Matt blushed and glared at the floor. "Alright. Fine." One hand grabbed his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'll pick you up after work. Let's eat something." The blonde nodded and walked away.
Matt had to admit... he was aroused. Something bulged the tight fabric of his pants. He blushed and tried to cover it up as good as possible. Scurrying in his cubicle and sitting down, he tried to focus on his work. But... that was not possible. Matt thought about his first time with Taichi. The incredible feeling of getting something stuffed inside one's body that was way too big for it, the rhythmic thrusts and the hot liquid up his butt... Matt had least experienced this many years ago and just remembered how much he CRAVED for these sensations. And he couldn't even go home later and jerk off, instead he had to eat with Tai... What did he get himself into?
He glanced over the border of his cubicle and saw Taichi on the other side of the office on the phone.
Why in the world did he say "yes"? Ugh. Matt felt the urge to kick himself in the nuts, maybe that would calm him down. No. No, that was not a good idea.
When he looked on his schedule, Matt noticed there was still a lot of work left. Hands over the keyboard and sliding his chair closer to his desk, he tried to distract himself and to get the time past him as easy as possible. Shortly after his attempt on working hard, his phone rang, making the blonde sigh. Phone conferences were his most favorite thing. He picked up and tried to disable his sarcasm, it was not the best way to participate in a call.
Some hours later, he finally reached the end of his day. At work. Now he could just pack up his things, go out of the office, get into the train and arrive at home, where the first thing to do would be...
Damn it, no. Taichi invited him to dinner. Now he had to wait even longer... And he had to be with that … idiot. Frowning, he put his things in his briefcase, switched the PC off and walked out of his cubicle. Takuma and Akira got a short wave, before Matt walked out of the office. Just now, it came to his mind that those two shouldn't notice Matt's interaction with Tai, so he waited in front of the building nervously. Taichi was not there, so Yamato just stood there, looking around. A few minutes later, Takuma and Akira were visible inside the building, as they stepped out of the elevator, heading for the glass doors, that slid apart when they reached it.
"Oh, Matt! Wanna come with us catch a drink?" Akira asked. "Uhm, no, sorry. I... you know I'm not that fond of drinking and... Jen asked me to clean the house when she's away." - "Oh, alright. But why are you waiting here?" Akira pouted. "It's cold." he added. "I... remembered to make a phone-call. And..." Takuma looked at Matt's hands, but Matt buried them in his jacket pockets. Matt glared to his side, looking inside through the glass panel around the door, that formed the wall around the entrance. A slim light beam showed up, as the elevator's doors opened and Taichi got out. Matt looked back at Akira and Takuma, both looking confused, grabbed them by their shoulders and turned them around. "I don't want to hinder you guys, you better get going!" Yamato smiled softly. "See you tomorrow!" he said, giving the two guys a slight push forward. "Uhm... okay, see ya!" said Takuma. "Bye!" snarled Akira with a grin. "You'll pay for this!" Both left Matt there, chatting and talking loudly.
Whirring quietly, the glass doors opened and the tall brunette stepped outside. "Oh, you actually waited for me." Taichi said with a content smile. "I feared you'd run away." Matt shook his head. "No, I'm reliable. Where will we go?" Taichi's smile grew into a grin. "I reserved a table for us in Shibuya." - "Uh... alright. Alright. So, let's go, I guess?" Matt made a step, but Tai held him back. "What? The station is in this direction" said Matt. "Yeah, but we won't go by train." Taichi smirked. "I've got a car." - "No, wait. You don't have to drive me. Let's just meet in front of the... um... Where would we go, actually?"
Taichi grabbed Matt's hand and walked to his car. "You'll drive with me. We're heading to the Golden Summer." Since Matt was still kind of reluctant, Taichi opened the car door and pushed him inside. "Isn't it this really expensive restaurant?" - "Exactly."
Honestly, Matt didn't expect Tai's car to be like this. It was big, it was tidy and smelled like a mix between precious wood, leather and Taichi.
Said guy got on the driver's seat, started the engine and both drove across Tokyo to Shibuya. Taichi parked the car in an underground garage and both walked to the Golden Summer. Matt was impressed. It was big, colorful and nice and that was just the outside. They headed for the entrance, got inside and were greeted immediately by some cute waitress. "Good evening! Can I help you?" - "Hello. I ordered a table for Yagami." - "Wait a second... Ah! A table for two, right?" The waitress gazed at Matt. "Yes, for two." said Tai. "Okay, now if you'd follow me..." The waitress led them to a small table. Matt looked around. This restaurant was beautiful, calm, with a pleasant, dusky atmosphere. At the table, they sat down and the waitress lit the candle. It looked almost like a date.
Yep. Cute, isn't it? I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think! I appreciate all reviews and favs and ... you know. A little support for the lonely writer.
See you next chapter!
