I don't own Digimon. *blinks* If
I did, Yama would've been an astronaut and a model for Playgirl
on the side! (And I'd be the photographer . . . wait, that's a personal
fantasy. Scratch that!)
Fly Away From Here
Chapter 7
The bells rang for the last class
of the school day, and the students eagerly filed out of the classroom,
chatting and laughing with each other. A lone figure hung back, sitting
at his desk, carefully putting his books into his bag. Every move he made
was slow and deliberate.
Yamato moved sluggishly in an effort
to disguise the shaking in his hands. His head hurt, throbbing in time
with his heartbeat. He found himself breathing faster, although he hadn't
done anything physical enough to warrant it. He was filled with so many
conflicting emotions - fear and anticipation, dread and desire, nervousness
and lust.
He shouldered his bag and began walking
out of the school. What if Tai's not there? He mentally slapped
himself. Of course he'll be there! That guy has never broken a promise
in his life. Yamato shook his head to clear it. This is too confusing.
For years, he's never given off any signals, but that kiss last night .
. . was so *electric* I have to wonder if the signs were there but I just
didn't see them.
"Yamato! Hey, wait up!"
He turned at the feminie voice behind
him. Smiling weakly, trying to hide behind his hair, he said, "Oh, hi,
Sora."
She was flushed from running to catch
up with him. "How are you, Yama-chan?" He tried not to wince. "I haven't
seen you in a couple of weeks. Is everything alright?" Her eyes never once
left his face and he found himself sweating under her seemingly-innocent
strutiny.
"Everything's fine, Sora. I've just
been busy with the Wolves, that's all." Yamato played with the straps on
his bookbag nervously, wishing the redhead would just leave so he
could get to Taichi's house and deal with their unfinished business.
"Well, your drummer - what's his
name again? Oh, it doesn't matter - he told me that you guys were taking
a few days off." Her eyes were hard and questioning. She tilted her head
to the side in a way she probably thought was cute. "I thought we could
go do something this weekend. There's a new Jackie Chan movie showing,
or, if you want to see a romance . . ."
Yamato shuddered at the naked desire
in her expression. Sora licked her lips like a hungry cat in front of a
mouse.
"That's a great idea, Sora, really
it is." He thought fast. "But, uh, I already have plans . . . with that
blonde in our Trig class. Do you know her? She sits behind me and always
tries to talk to me?" Yamato flashed a dazzling smile, crinkling his eyes
up so he wouldn't have to look at her. 'Did I sound convincing enough?'
he wondered.
"I'm sorry, really," he added, keeping
his smile wide.
Sora's face fell and she crossed
her arms, hugging herself tightly. "Oh, alright, I guess, Yama," she said
softly. Blinking furiously, she turned and walked back the way she'd come.
He didn't waste any time staring
after her; he had made up his mind to go through with whatever Taichi wanted,
and he didn't want to keep his fiesty friend waiting any longer.
I just hope this doesn't turn
out badly.
Yamato stood outside the Yagami apartment,
suddenly too afraid to knock. His palms were wet with fear and he felt
decidedly lightheaded.
Idiot! You've been standing here
for five minutes! Just knock and get it over with.
Biting his lip, he raised his fist.
What if his parents are home?
Or Hikari?
Indecision kept him frozen, so that
when the door swung open from inside, Yamato was left with his right arm
raised, his face very red.
"I'm glad you came," Taichi said
with a wide smile. "I wasn't sure you would."
Yama's breath caught in his throat.
He looks like an angel, my angel. Taichi was still wearing
the pants and the shirt that were part of their school uniforms, but the
shirt was unbutttoned and untucked, exposing the white tshirt underneath.
If this were one of those cheesy romance movies - and I were playing
the part of the girl - this is the moment when he would pull me inside
and kiss me passionately. Then we'd go to his bedroom and fuck each other
for hours upon hours upon -
"YAMATO!" Taichi waved his hands
in front of the blond's face. "HEY! Are you going to come in or not?" His
lips turned up in a sultry smile. "Unless you want to give my neighbors
a show?"
Unsuccessfully fighting off blushes,
Yamato moved cautiously into the apartment. He slipped off his shoes and
set his bookbag next to one that he assumed belonged to Tai, then stood
uncertainly in the hallway while the other boy closed the door and slipped
home the bolt.
Taichi winked as he closed the distance
between them. "I don't want Hikari to walk in. She usually doesn't come
home for a few hours, but I don't want to take a chance."
"What about your parents?" Yamato
asked, noticing that Tai kept moving slowly nearer.
"Dad works until seven or so. Mom
is visiting my aunt in Kyoto for the weekend." Taichi licked his lips,
his eyes sparlking with delight. "We've got some time by ourselves. I don't
think your dad is going to walk in on us here. Do you?"
Yamato forced out a nervous laugh
and his voice squeaked in protest. "No, I," he said in a high voice. "No,
I don't think so," he tried again, finding his normal range.
"Good." Taichi's body was so close
Yamato imagined he could feel heat radiating from it. The brunnet raised
his hand and placed it on the taller boy's left shoulder. He face inched
forward, and Yama braced himself.
Just do it. Just do it! Kiss me!
Chocolate eyes never once left blue
ones as the lean, tan face moved ever closer to the heart-shaped, pale
one. Yamato was breathing heavily, dimly aware that his back was pressed
tightly up against the wall just inside the front door. A roaring filled
his ears and he inhaled the sharp scent of Taichi's cologne.
He's wearing cologne? For me?
Incredulous. His knees weak with desire, Yamato took a quick breath
and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt, for the second time in as many days,
Tai's soft, persistent lips against his own and Tai's wet, questing tongue
seeking to explore his mouth. Yama's head hit the wall with a light crack,
but he barely noticed.
This is ecstasy, he thought
dizzily. Taichi's hands clumsily groped his arms, his chest, his shoulders
and Yamato wrapped his long slender limbs around the shorter boy's torso.
This is better than drugs. Fingers combed through his hair, toyed
with his right ear, slid down his back, and finally rested on his waist.
This is too good to be true.
A hand snaked down to the front of his pants. Yamato was already suffering
from an acute lack of room in the fabric of his crotch area, and Tai's
eager fingers only made the situation worse.
Yamato pulled his head away and took
a breath. Taichi stared at him, smiling as if he had his hand in a cookie
jar instead of slowly worming it down Yama's underwear.
"I think. We should. Move away. From
the door," the blond whispered thickly, his tongue uncooperative.
"My bedroom."
Licking his lips, Yamato nodded.
Taichi hooked two fingers into the taller boy's beltloops and walked backward
slowly, leading his more-than-a-friend to his and his sister's room.
