Yagami Taichi was walking backwards
to his room and, because he was distracted by what he was doing, he misjudged
the distance.
"Ow," he mumbled, rubbing his tender
rear end, which had just smacked into the closed wooden door. Ishida Yamato
covered his mouth with a hand to hide his smile.
"It's not funny! I could have really
injured my -"
"Ass?" Yamato finished for him. Taichi
grinned. Now that their feelings for each other were semi-out-in-the-open,
it was easier for the blond to be around the brunnet without being skittish.
Yamato felt as if a hundred rocks had been lifted from his back.
But there are still 900 more to
go, he thought darkly. He was still uncertain about so much. His father's
reaction to finding the boys kissing was confusing, to say the least.
It was hard to think about anything
except Taichi, though, especially when the boy in question was standing
less than two feet away from him, with a suggestive glint in his eyes and
a leering smile playing across his lips.
"So that means you've been looking
at it, then?" Taichi asked, still grinning.
Yamato rubbed the back of his neck.
"For a very long time," he answered honestly, lowering his gaze. "This
will probably sound stupid, but I've been watching you a lot for the last
couple years. Ever since I - since I . . ." he trailed off, suddenly unable
to speak past the lump of fear in his throat.
"Since you realized what a delicious
piece of meat I am?" Taichi prompted.
"What?" Yamato's head snapped up.
"No, no, that's not it at all. I mean, it is, but I -"
"You think too much," Tai told him,
putting a finger across his lips to silence the blond. "I was joking.
You know what a joke is, right?"
Damn that smile. Every time I
see it my insides melt, Yamato thought.
"Of course I know," he replied. Another
thought suddenly left him feeling cold all over, the hot pit of desire
in his stomach burning itself out, leaving him with rocks again. "Is that
what this is?" he asked, his voice catching. "Is this a joke to you, Tai?"
Taichi looked stricken.
Yamato turned around, feeling his
eyes water. "Oh, great. Just fucking great. This is a joke! You've
probably got all of your friends in there, waiting to jump out at me and
yell 'Surprise, gay boy! Joke's on you again!'" He stumbled a couple
feet away, eyes burning with unshed tears.
"Yamato, how can you think that?"
a soft, gentle voice asked from behind him. Taichi slipped his arms around
his friend's slender frame once again. He rested his head on the taller
boy's shoulder, his brown hair making Yamato's right ear itch. "C'mon,
man, I'll prove it to you." Taichi gently pulled Yamato backwards to the
bedroom door. He used one hand to turn the knob and open it and kept the
other grasped on Yamato's arm, lest he try to flee.
"See? No one's there," Taichi said
reassuringly, his voice soft but strong. "Just Kari's old dolls, but I'll
cover their eyes if you want."
Yamato half-turned and glanced up
at Tai's disarmingly charming smile. "Nah, let them look," he replied,
forcing himself to appear happy and unnervous, which, being so far from
the truth, was a huge struggle at the moment. "I need to get used to being
watched if I'm ever going to make it as a professional musician."
Taichi tugged on Yama's arm, pulling
him toward the bed. Both boys sat down, side by side; close, but no longer
touching. Tai rubbed the back of his neck.
"What's it like?" he asked.
"What's what like?"
"Being a musician, following the
rock and roll dream?"
"Oh, that," Yamato sighed, looking
at the mess on Tai's desk. "It's . . . fun, I guess. It's a lot of hard
work, though, which is why we have to practice nearly every day. I've only
been on stage three times, though." He paused, glancing down at his sock-clad
feet. "Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever make it. Our concerts haven't exactly
been sell-out events."
"You'll make it someday," Tai said,
the vehemence in his voice surprising the blond. "I've been to two of your
concerts and I can vouch for your talent."
Yamato blushed hotly. "Uh, thanks."
The two boys lapsed into silence.
Taichi, who had taken the lead, suddenly seemed unsure of himself. Yamato
continued to stare at his feet, wishing he'd worn a pair of socks that
didn't have a hole over his left little toe. They stayed that way for a
few moments, as the sounds of traffic drifting up from the street.
Yamato suddenly felt Taichi's hesitant
fingers rubbing his leg just above the knee. The motions caused the blood
to leave his face and abruptly rush to a much lower region. Tai's hand
became bolder as it slowly worked it's way up his leg.
He glanced up, finding Taichi's face
less than a few inches from his own, the brunnet breathing heavily. "Tai,"
he whispered, leaning forward. Their lips met in a crushing kiss and Tai's
tongue brushed against the tip of Yama's. By this time, the brunnet's hand
was insistently stroking the fabric of Yamato's crotch, which bulged noticably.
Yamato tilted his head forward, forcing Tai to lean backward. Gradually
he forced the shorter boy to lay down, their lips still locked and their
tongues still battling for supremacy, as Yamato lay half-sprawled across
his friend.
He tastes like peanut butter,
a small voice whispered in the back of Yama's mind. No, he tastes like
honey. His tongue is like honey, another voice countered. Shut up,
both of you! his groin ordered, and the voices faded away so that he
could concentrate on rubbing his own hands over Taichi's chest and crotch.
Yamato gasped as Tai's fingers began
to fumble with the button and zipper on his pants. Kissing him harder and
tracing the outline of Yama's lips with his tongue, Tai pulled down the
zipper and tugged his pants a few inches down on his hips. Yamato trembled
as a thousand bolts of electricity carrying fear and desire rushed bewteen
his neurons at dizzying speeds. Tai's fingers stroked his penis through
the fabric of his boxers, the sensation of silk on skin creating an excrutiatingly
pleasurable friction.
Yamato pulled away from the kiss
and gazed into Taichi's eyes. The brunnet smiled, licking his lips and
slipping his hand inside Yama's boxers at the same time. His fingers brushed
across the head of his penis, then roamed lower, roughly caressing his
balls. Yamato sucked in his breath, and hurried to reciprocate, muttering
a curse when his shaking hands lost the battle against Taichi's zipper;
the owner of said zipper chuckling softly in amusement.
"I've never been in this situation
before," Yamato whispered, an embarassed flush creeping across his face.
"Neither," Taichi's voice broke as
Yamato finally got his zipper down and thrust his hand into Tai's briefs,
gripping his dick and rubbing his thumb over the cleft in the head. "Neither
have I," he confessed, closing his eyes as Yamato began stroking him, setting
a rhythm both slow and demanding. Tai's own hand fell slack as Yama began
to speed up and his eyes closed in pleasure.
He has no idea how long I've dreamt
of doing this, the blond thought as he gazed down on Tai's serene face.
Taichi's lips suddenly pursed and
his body tensed, just before he came, his semen staining the inside of
his underwear and dripping down Yamato's fist.
"Oh . . . shit . . . oh, man," Tai
mumbled incoherently. "It's a lot better than doing it myself," he whispered,
opening his eyes and looking up at the face of the blond angel hovering
over him. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this," he
said simply. Yamato blinked, then leaned down and kissed Tai fully, deeply.
"I think I love you," Taichi mumbled
against his lips. Yamato blinked again, but didn't bother thinking about
it, since Tai's hand began moving again, seeking to return the favor.
I guess dreams can come true after
all, was the last thought in his head before he came, moaning his lover's
name into Taichi's mouth.
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Leelee's notes: Whee! Another part!
Such a shame it took me so damn long (of course, the site's been down for
a long time, which didn't help at all . . .). I hope my readers enjoy this
part. ^__^ I have the rest of the story all fleshed out, just need to get
my arse into gear and write more! Ta for now!
Sept 2001 note: Rereading this story,
I'm not sure I will finish it without going back and rewriting it from
the beginning. Watch this space for updates and such.
