Notes: Ladies and gentlemen, it's over! No more waiting on lazy old me for new chapters! *everyone applauds* ^_^ V There is nothing much to say except thanks (thanks, thanks, thanks!) to everyone who has reviewed or will review in the future (hint, hint) and to everyone who sent me lovely little emails that nicely reminded me I had to finish Hello World. ^_~ I hope you like it.

I was seriously considering writing a little lemon chapter to put between chapters six and seven, and I even got so far as to write most of it. But then I actually read it and realized that it would ruin the story and how I intended Hello World to be, so no go. Sorry to the few people who were waiting for it.

And now without further ado, enjoy! And do beware of sap (it's sometimes quite hard to clean off) and almost-sex. ^_^

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"Remember when you told Dad I was pregnant?"

"Yeah, and he believed me! Ha! Classic!"

"Oh, fuck off. And what about when you nearly killed us all in the car? Was that classic as well?"

"I did not kill anyone. I didn't even come close to killing anyone."

"As if! My life flashed before my eyes about a thousand times!"

"Whatever."

Matt sighed loudly. "Would you please stop using my words? They just don't sound right coming out of your mouth."

"Whatever." The response earned Davis a light smack on his thigh. "Ow!"

"That couldn't have even hurt."

"Idiot!"

"I hardly even touched you!"

Davis narrowed his eyes as he gazed at his leg. "What about that? Do you see that? It's already starting to bruise! Look at that!"

Matt frowned down at the dark circle. "Oh, come on! That happened last night! Don't you remember?"

"It most certainly did not!"

"It most certainly did! The third time! I told you that you'd probably feel it today, and you said you didn't care! Remember?"

"No, that didn't…oh, yeah…I guess it did happen, huh?" Davis gave his thigh a critical glance. "It didn't feel like it was going to bruise. Actually, it felt pretty damn good."

"Well good, I'm glad," Matt said, pulling the covers around himself and burying his face in his pillow for a moment.

"Dammit, Matt, would you stop that!?" Davis exclaimed as the sheets slid a few inches off his body. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to share?" He yanked the bundle of sheets back and attempted to curl up in them.

"Didn't yours?" The blond scooted closer so that he could fit under the small section of blanket Davis left for him.

"Sometimes."

"Mm."

There was a long pause before Davis spoke again.

"Matt?"

"Hm?"

He hesitated, turning around so that he faced the older boy lying next to him. "Do you love me?"

Matt nearly choked on his own spit. "I-I don't really…" He shook his head and sighed. "I hate to break it to you, Davis, but love doesn't just happen in one night. It's a long process. Had Romeo and Juliet and everyone else in that awful play understood that, their lives probably would have been much more pleasant."

"Oh," Davis whispered, looking as though someone had just stolen his favorite toy, and began to turn back around.

"Although," Matt continued, seeming not to notice the other boy's response, "I think that I certainly started that process a few days ago."

The smile that suddenly appeared on Davis' face was almost blinding. "Oh," he said, a little breathlessly. "Oh, that's good, because I didn't want to lose…lose…it…with someone who didn't feel…yeah." He giggled and threw his arms around the older boy briefly before returning to his previous position and wrapping himself in the covers once again.

There was another long pause. Davis once again broke the silence, as he is quite well known for doing.

"Hey, Matt?"

"Mm?"

Davis pushed himself up to lean against his hand as he gazed at his friend's face. "Who was your first?" he asked, sounding vaguely hesitant but more curious than anything. And really, he figured that he had the right to know that particular bit of information.

Matt sniffed and twisted so that he could lie on his back. He stretched long and hard before he answered, partly to prolong the moment and partly because his back really needed to pop. "Gabumon."

Davis promptly fell off the bed.

"WHAT!? Oh my God!!! You are kidding!!"

"Yeah," Matt agreed, reaching down to yank the sheets from Davis' weakened grip. "I am. But at least I get these back." He repositioned the blankets into a large pile around his upper body and snuggled into them, looking somewhat similar to a contented cat.

Davis gaped up at him for a moment before he bounded back into the bed and smacked Matt in the stomach as hard as he could, although the blankets absorbed nearly all of the impact. "You jackass! I thought you were serious! There I was, sitting on the floor, imagining Gabumon's-"

"Motomiya, you stop right there. That sentence does not need to be finished."

Davis smacked him again, but this time he had the intelligence to aim at Matt's exposed legs.

"Ow!" the blond yelped, grabbing his stinging appendage and frowning at the other teenager. "You evil little fucker, that was totally unwarranted. And you get that tongue back in your mouth right this second before I take it and use it as my own personal sex toy."

"Is that supposed to frighten me?"

"No. It is supposed to alternately intimidate you and turn you on."

"It didn't."

"Oh. I guess I'll have to work on that then."

"Yes." Davis grinned and pushed himself closer to Matt's blanket-covered body. "Can I get under there too?" he asked, pouting cutely when a pair of blue eyes fixed themselves on him and smiling again when the edge lifted, allowing him to slip under and share the covers with his new lover. He curled himself happily around Matt and sighed into his neck.

"What is it with you and snuggling at odd moments?"

"Hey, I can snuggle whenever the hell I want. Don't you even complain."

Matt mumbled something before leaning into Davis. "Whatever," he said more clearly.

"So who was it?" Davis asked when the silence threatened to overwhelm him.

"Mm?"

"Your first."

He felt more than saw Matt shrug dismissively.

"Oh. Someone."

"Who?"

"Just some guy. It's not important."

"Do I know him?"

"I sincerely doubt so. He was one of my first fans when the Teenage Wolves started out."

"What happened?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. He asked me out; I said yes. We dated for a few months, and on one particular date he went to grab for the gear shift and just sort of…missed, or so he said."

"You're kidding."

"No, until the day we broke up he swore he just overestimated the distance between him and the gear shift."

Davis snickered and Matt continued.

"Two days later in a game of Truth or Dare, Tai found out and decided to throw me what he called a "Cherry-Popping Party," in which I received more condoms and packs of lube than you could possibly imagine as well as a few books, one sex toy, one…odd piece of clothing, and two cakes."

"Dare I ask what they were?"

"A vanilla penis and a chocolate butt, complete with a cherry on..." Matt trailed off and waved his hand vaguely while Davis smirked at the image.

"Lovely."

"My thoughts exactly."

"So was it a fun party?"

"It was until my dad came home to find Tai doing…obscene…things to the cakes."

Davis chortled into Matt's shoulder. "Is that why your dad doesn't like Tai very much?"

"I'd certainly say that's a very large part of it. That and, of course, the time when Tai walked in on my dad in the shower."

"What?"

"Yeah, I know. Totally threw open the shower curtain and said, 'What the hell are you doing up so early in the fucking morning?'"

Davis stared, unsure whether to laugh or cry at his role model's behavior. "And why did he do this again?"

"There was an incident involving mudslides with lots of vodka the night before, and I don't think he was anywhere near sober when he did it." Matt paused and looked thoughtful for a moment, remembering. "I think he originally thought it was me in the shower or something. He came running into my room screaming that his eyes were burning when he realized it wasn't, though."

The room echoed with the sound of muffled snickers once again although it ended fairly quickly. "So what happened with what's-his-name?"

Matt shrugged apathetically. "He decided one day that he wanted a woman. I was brokenhearted, vowed I would never date again. Of course, two months later I couldn't even remember why I was had been so upset over it, and now I can't even fathom why I ever dated him in the first place."

There was a long pause as Davis mulled over the new bit information. "He said he wanted a woman?" he announced finally, tightening his hold on the blond suddenly. "Why the hell would he want that? I mean, I can't imagine being with anyone else now that I've been with you."

Matt fought off a blush as Davis smiled gently at him. "Good Lord, I've turned you into a big mush ball. First you're wanting to snuggle and now you're saying sappy-assed comments. Why, just yesterday we were hitting each other, calling each other names, and fighting like little kids."

Davis swatted playfully at his head. "We're still hitting each other, jackass, and we will continue to fight. Except now we can stop every once and a while and be cute together." He let his fingers trace over Matt's bare hip, as if to prove his point. "You know you want to."

"Eh."

Another light smack. "Evil fucker."

Matt laughed and shifted so that his nose was pressed delicately against Davis's. "You are too sweet. You know that, right?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

"That's a very good line. I think-" A pair of soft lips pressed firmly against his, halting whatever sentence Matt had been about to say.

"What do you think again?" Davis asked after a short moment, pulling back only slightly so he could watch Matt's eyes glaze over.

"I-I don't know," the other boy answered, his voice becoming ever so deeper by the second as Davis began to trace indistinguishable shapes on his arms. "I can't really think after you kiss me."

"Now who's being a mush ball?"

"No one. I'm merely stating a fact."

"Mm. Lovely fact."

"Shut up and kiss me."

"Isn't that my line?" Davis teased, though he was already leaning forward.

"Mm."

"Mmmmmmm."

RIIIIING

"Fucking phone!"

"Oh, ignore it, Matt," Davis whined as the blond moved to push himself off of the bed. "Let the machine get it." He pouted briefly before pressing tiny kisses to Matt's throat.

RIIIIING

"We don't have a machine," Matt responded in what he'd intended to be a cold voice, though the way he tilted his head back to expose more of his neck took most of the ice out of it.

RIIIIING

"What?" Davis jerked his head back against the bed. "You don't have an answering machine?! That's inhuman!"

"We have Caller ID on one of the phones, so we always know who called and when they called."

RIIIIING

"Yeah, but you don't know why they called!"

"Fine," Matt huffed, far beyond exasperated, "I'll go out first thing tomorrow and buy one just to fucking ease your mind that I will always know why people are calling me."

RIIIIING

"Now, if you'd just excuse me." Matt pushed firmly off of Davis. "I have to-" A pair of arms suddenly seized a hold of his middle and pulled him back down, effectively halting both his movement and his words.

"No you don't. You just need to stay right here, on top of me." Davis suddenly pulled him even farther down so that he could place his open mouth over the pulse in Matt's neck, and he started to suck ever so lightly.

RIIIIING

Matt's fingers buried themselves in Davis's spiky hair as he tried to ignore the annoying shrill of his cordless phone, willing it to just fade into the background and away from Davis and him.

Davis and him and Davis's beautiful mouth.

Davis and him and Davis's heavenly fucking-

RIIIIING

"Goddammit!"

"It'll go away," whispered Davis with a pleading edge to his voice, although whether the tone was aimed to the phone or Matt he didn't quite know. "They have to stop trying eventually."

"Yeah," Matt agreed, though he didn't sound too sure, and leaned his forehead against Davis's, waiting for the awful distraction to go away. It seemed to Matt that it was getting louder ever time.

RIIIIING

"Get a life, jackass!" Davis shrieked before he hurled a nearby pillow in the general direction of the phone. "And stop screwing up mine!"

Matt snickered in spite of himself and turned his head to glare at the white phone lying on his floor, waiting for it to continue its ringing.

Pause.

Silence.

"It stopped," whispered Davis after a minute or so had passed. "They finally gave up." He sighed happily and grinned up at Matt, who was still staring at the phone, apparently expecting it to start ringing again at any moment.

"Yeah," the older boy replied after another long silence. "Yeah, it stopped."

It struck Davis very suddenly how silly they were acting. Like there had been an earthquake or a tornado or even screaming as the neighbors were murdered slowly and painfully. And all over a phone that just wouldn't stop ringing. He opened his mouth to point this out to the blond but was stopped before he even uttered a single syllable when Matt returned his intense gaze to Davis's face, whispered, "Thank God," and took advantage of Davis's open mouth.

There was a muffled sound of bliss that could have come from either of the boys or maybe even both. Davis's fingers were knotting themselves in Matt's hair while Matt was letting his hands roam over the brunette's stomach.

"Oh," Davis moaned as Matt abandoned his mouth and moved on to suck at his shoulder for a moment before trailing his tongue across the younger boy's chest. Davis's legs were spreading wider and wider under the now disheveled sheets as the hands on his stomach traveled lower, onto his thighs. "Matt…"

There was an answering moan that Davis felt more than heard, and then the hands slipped between his thighs.

"Oh!" Davis thrust his hips upward just as Matt gently bit down on his nipple. "Oh, fuck, Matt…"

RIIIIING

Davis's entire body seemed to collapse dejectedly on the bed, and Matt's hand stilled. Someone whined loudly while the other groaned.

RIIIIING

"Fucking…Just let me answer it."

"No. Just ignore it."

"I refuse to do anything sexual while that damn phone keeps ringing," said Matt seriously, raising his head to stare at Davis's flushed and panting face.

RIIIIING

"If I suddenly decide to throw the phone out of the window, how much money will I owe you later for compensation?"

"Not a clue. My dad bought it."

RIIIIING

"Will he be pissed if I throw it out the window?"

"I don't know. More than likely he will, when he finds out."

"Damn."

RIIIIING

"Oh, fine! Just answer it already."

"Right. I've only been wanting to for how long, again?"

Pause.

RIIIIING

"Um, Davis? In order for me to answer it, I'd actually have to get up, you know."

Davis's fingers, which hadn't yet moved from their place in Matt's hair, suddenly clutched at the blond's scalp.

RIIIIING

"The sooner you let go, the sooner we can get back to this." Matt licked Davis's nipple lightly, causing the younger teen to sigh in a mixture of pleasure and pain and remove his fingers.

RIIIIING

Matt pulled himself out from under the covers and off of the bed. "You know," he said, stumbling toward the phone, "prolonging an orgasm actually increases the intensity of it."

Davis turned slightly towards the side, so that he could both watch Matt and bury his cheek in the pillow. "I'd better fucking black out."

RII-

"What?"

"MAAAATTTT! Hi!"

Pause.

Oh fucking hell no.

Matt's eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed a few times while he struggled to respond. "Jun," he said after a long moment. "Hi." He glanced over at Davis just in time to see the younger boy tense up and glare at the air in front of him, obviously mentally cursing his sister.

"Oh my gosh, Matt, I've missed you so much! I just…"

Matt frowned and held the phone farther away from his ear.

Hang up on her.

I can't hang up on her. That would be rude.

And blocking her out to have a conversation with yourself isn't?

Fuck off.

Just hang up. Press the 'end call' button and put the phone down. Or just throw it out the window like Davis suggested and be done with it.

There has to be a reason that she called. She may be one of the most annoying people alive, but she rarely ever calls without some sort of reason. She's probably calling about Davis.

Matt sighed inwardly and stole another glance at his new lover. Davis had turned onto his back and at the moment was arching upwards, looking slightly pained, until a loud crack sounded from somewhere underneath the sheets that seemed to be slipping farther and farther off of his body. The younger teen sighed in pleasure and laid himself back on the bed like a contented cat. It wasn't at all an unusual thing to do; Matt often did the exact same on mornings before school, and he had seen both his dad and Tai pop their backs in the exact same manner countless times. So of course it wasn't in any way, shape, or form attractive or even remotely sexy.

Except that somehow it was, and Matt was suddenly reminded why exactly he wanted Jun to shut up and get to the point.

"Listen, Jun, I'm sorry to cut you off, but I'm sort of busy right now."

A noise that Matt supposed was some form of agreement came from the bed while Jun gasped. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Matt," she exclaimed. "I didn't mean to bother you; that's the last thing I'd want to do. I just couldn't-"

"Jun."

The girl 'eep'ed faintly and began apologizing once again. "Sorry. I really am. Sometimes I just can't-" Somewhere in the background came a muffled voice, though Matt couldn't place it nor even really understand what it was saying. "Oh, right," Jun said once the voice stopped speaking. "Sorry. I don't mean to babble. We just got back from America not that long ago, and one of my friends drove me home, and I just had to call you because it's been so long since I've talked to you!"

Matt blinked. "Right," he said carefully. "When are your parents going to be home?"

"Not until later. Five or six, I think they said. They actually told me to call you sometime after I got home to see what you wanted to do about Davis. They could come by and pick him up when they got home, or you could drive him over now, if you wanted to, and we could hang out or something…"

There was a hopeful edge to her voice as she trailed off, and for a moment Matt felt strangely guilty as he found his gaze shifting upwards to settle on Davis. The younger boy was staring fixedly at Matt and smiled widely when their eyes met. Matt's mouth twitched for a second before he found himself grinning back stupidly.

"Matt?" came Jun's voice, sounding fairly curious and even a little concerned at his lack of response. "Are you there?"

Matt snapped himself out of whatever daze he'd fallen into. "Yeah," he answered, his voice sounding as dry as it suddenly felt. "I have a lot of work to do, actually, and it'd probably just be best if I drive him over when I'm done."

"Oh," replied Jun, sounding slightly dejected but not nearly as much as Matt had expected. "Band stuff?"

"Uh…yeah." Matt reasoned that it wasn't really lying if you looked at it in a certain way. He'd thought for quite a while that his songs needed something new, and if this time with Davis didn't inspire him then nothing probably would. "Sorry," he said, almost as an afterthought.

"That's okay. I understand. When do you think you'll be by?"

Matt sought out the only clock in his room and studied it for a moment. 11:21. He tried unsuccessfully to do various mathematical calculations in his head, attempting to determine an appropriate time. "Eight or nine," he said after a long moment.

"Okay," said Jun. "That works." There was a short pause. "So, I guess I'll let you go so you can get to working."

"Yeah," agreed Matt, giving Davis a victory sign and another stupid grin. "Bye."

"Bye."

Click

Matt pressed the 'end call' button and immediately stalked over to the bedroom door, threw it open, and chucked the phone into the hallway. There was a loud crash as it struck the wall and fell to the floor. Matt absentmindedly noted that there were two pieces lying on the floor as opposed to just one, but he didn't bother to dwell on it. Instead, he shut the door and spun around to look at Davis, whose lip was quirked slightly upwards in an obvious sign of amusement.

"Now," Matt murmured, "where were we?" And with that, he all but launched himself back onto the bed.

* * * * *

A little over three hours later, Matt decided to leave the back of the apartment for the first time since the previous night and venture into the kitchen. Davis was taking a shower, which was a very good thing considering he was in dire need of one. So was Matt, of course, and despite his wet hair and the strange scent of something that could once be considered shampoo that wafted off of him, he had yet to take one.

Well, he had yet to actually clean himself anyway.

There had been two attempts at a joint shower (both with the sincere intention of saving both time and water), but they had only managed to make the two teenagers far less clean than they were before. So Matt had finally insisted that they take separate showers, because as much as he adored Davis, the smell of sweat and various other bodily fluids was steadily getting worse and far less appealing.

Really, Matt thought with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. He'd honestly forgotten all about the feeling that his loss of virginity had brought him when he was younger, but being around Davis was beginning to remind him of it. The I-Have-Been-Corrupted-And-Now-Love-My-Sexuality-Let-Me-Show-You-How-Many-Different-Ways-I-Can-Moan feeling. He remembered that it was a lovely feeling when he'd had it, but it was even lovelier when Davis had it.

Much, much lovelier, actually.

Matt suddenly became aware of the stupid grin on his face once again and struggled to snap himself out of it. He would not get all sappy and love-struck over Davis, dammit; he wouldn't do anything of the sort.

With a slight frown, Matt returned his gaze to the refrigerator door where a barely legible note informed him that his dad would in fact be home in time for dinner. Normally such an occurrence would have made him at least somewhat happy, but this particular day all it did was make him slightly annoyed. Oh well, he thought with a sigh. At least this gave his father and Davis another chance to bond before Davis went home, which was a good thing considering that the way things were heading the two of them may very well be seeing much more of each other.

Thoughts of long-term relationships and marriage flitted into Matt's mind before he could stop them, and he nearly groaned out loud. He could so not be doing this. One week with Davis Motomiya (including one night of sex and six days of bickering, actual fights, and general annoyingness that suddenly seemed like six days of pure happiness after the aforementioned one night of sex took place), and Matt Ishida was acting like…like…oh he couldn't even think of it.

He was glaring at the window, where he half-expected a couple of blue birds to fly up and begin a cheery song of love, when a pair of arms wrapped around his stomach and caused his body to jump a mile in the air and his heart to skip a beat or two.

"Good morning, sexy."

Matt rolled his eyes and tried his hardest to suppress the stupid grin that was threatening to take over his face. "It's afternoon now, Davis, and don't you ever sneak up on me like that again unless you want a foot shoved up your ass."

"Ooh, promises, promises." There was a smile in his voice, and he leaned closer to Matt, standing up on the tips of his toes so that he could see the note on the refrigerator as well. "Your dad's actually gonna be home for dinner and not just eat the leftovers a few hours later? Wow, that's happened like once since I've been here."

"Mm," Matt replied, cocking his head to the side and considering the various options for dinner. "I think I'll just order pizza or something," he said after a long pause.

"No, you're not!" exclaimed Davis, looking scandalized and finally dropping his arms. "This will be my last meal in this house before I have to go home, and I refuse to eat anything but your cooking!"

"But-"

"I refuse!" Davis put his hands on his hips and fixed the blond with a stern stare. "Make a pizza, if you're so intent on having pizza."

Matt shut his mouth immediately and looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know," he said, "I made a pizza once - cheese pizza - and now that I think about it, it was pretty damn good. And I'm sure we still have everything I'd need around here somewhere."

"Well there you go then!" Davis grinned and moved to put his arms around Matt once again, but the other boy quickly stepped out of the way before he could. "What?"

"I have to shower," Matt reminded him. "When I get out I'll think about the pizza."

"And we can cuddle a little bit more?"

"Of course."

And with that, Matt rushed out of the room before the twitch in the corner of his lips turned into a full-blown grin.

* * * * *

Matt wasn't grinning when he walked out of the bathroom and reentered the kitchen. There were two reasons for this. One of which was that he had had a mere seven minutes of hot water that turned to lukewarm water that abruptly turned into the shock of his life. He had spent most of the shower shivering and cursing Davis for being so damn irresistible. The second, and most important, reason was that he had walked into the kitchen to find Davis sitting at the table, Matt's green songbook open in front of him, and he appeared to be scribbling furiously on one of the pages.

For a split second, all Matt could see was red, and thoughts of murder and ways of inflicting excruciating pain invaded his mind before he managed to banish them. But, really, the fact that Davis had even considered opening Matt's precious and highly private notebook was bad enough, and here he was openly defiling it. He had just better be writing on a blank page because God help him if he was doodling on one of Matt's songs.

"What are you doing?" Matt was pleasantly surprised at both the ice in his own voice and Davis's reaction to it.

"Holy-!" The pen all but flew out of the brunette's hands as he jumped, causing the chair he was sitting in to tip backwards and send him toppling to the floor with a loud crash. A stream of curses flowed from his mouth as he struggled to regain his bearings.

Matt was about two seconds away from rushing over to help him before he remembered that he was supposed to be seriously pissed off and not at all concerned about whether Davis did or did not just receive a concussion. Besides, the other boy appeared to be all right. He wasn't clutching any particular part of his body in pain, and his eyes were still fixed on the overturned chair, glaring as though he wished it would burst into flames at any given moment. Still, Matt couldn't quite stop himself from softly inquiring, "Are you okay?"

"What the hell did you do that for?!" was Davis's response, and his glare suddenly shifted to the blond standing in the doorway. "And you were complaining about me sneaking up on you!"

"What are you doing?" Matt repeated, now that he was entirely satisfied that Davis was fine.

Davis narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to respond. "I-" He stopped and frowned suddenly, his gaze losing most of its angry heat. "Nothing," he said after a moment and then began to turn the chair right side up again. "Nothing."

"It looked like you were writing in my notebook that I specifically told you, the very first day you were here, that you would die if you ever touched."

"I was correcting it!"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees, a sure sign that Matt Ishida was not a happy camper at the moment. "You were what?" he asked, his voice eerily calm. "My songs-"

"Oh, for God's sake, Matt, I wasn't talking about your songs! Your songs are perfect, fucking beautiful!" Davis exclaimed, waving his arms wildly for emphasis while Matt turned a light shade of pink at his words. "I was talking about this!" He grabbed the green notebook and held it up so that Matt could clearly see the page he had been doodling on. "You obviously just got your verbs mixed up, so I corrected it."

Matt was torn somewhere between an indignant glare and an embarrassed flush as he read the words 'I hate Davis Motomiya' that he vaguely remembered writing multiple times on the page a few days ago. Nearly all of the 'hate's had been crossed out and replaced with 'want's.

"Oh," he muttered stupidly, a little unsure of what to say.

"Yes," replied Davis, more than a little irritated with the situation. "And what, pray tell, is this, exactly?" He pointed to the goggled stick figure with an arrow going through its head in the corner of the paper.

"Tai," said Matt, perhaps a little too quickly. "I was really pissed off at Tai."

"Tai's hair is bigger than that. Much bigger, as a matter of fact, and he doesn't wear goggles anymore." The younger teen glared accusingly at him.

"It's abstract art!" Matt announced, throwing his hands up and trying to look innocent. The temperature of the room had since warmed back up and was becoming quite hot as Davis's glare intensified. "Oh for…you had no right to even open that up in the first place, so don't even act like I'm the only one who screwed up!"

Davis blinked and seemed to deflate just a bit. He dropped the notebook back onto the table. "I'm nosy, Matt, you know that. It was just sitting there. Um…sorry?"

"You asking me or telling me?"

"That depends. Are you sorry that you wrote that and drew that and then made me fall out of my chair?"

"Yes," said Matt without pausing to think about it.

"Then so am I." Davis sighed and dropped down into the chair, leaning back slightly and rubbing his eyes gently with his palms.

"You really think my songs are perfect?"

Davis let out a bark of laughter and opened his eyes again, smirking slightly when their gazes met. "Of course I do, you jackass," he whispered.

Matt did blush this time, a full blush that turned his whole face and neck a vibrant red. "Thanks."

Davis shrugged. "You gonna write a song about me some day?"

"Of course I will, Davis. Of course I will."

* * * * *

"I'm not really sure what you did to it, Matt, but I think it's officially screwed up."

"So you can't fix it?"

Davis frowned and squinted at the cordless phone in his hand. "I don't know. What do I look like, Mr. Fix-It? I have a hard time replacing the toilet paper in my bathroom, much less trying to fix a telephone." He turned his gaze to the battery and battery cover on the table in front of him. "Well, you certainly disconnected the battery, but…" With an even deeper scowl, he tried for what may very well have been the millionth time to replace the battery in the phone. "But I can't for the life of me see how the hell it fit in here. I think there's another part missing or something."

"Maybe," said Matt amicably, turning back to the pizza crust on the kitchen counter and continuing to spread sauce over it. "Just give up. You don't have to do it. Actually, it'll probably be easier to just buy a new one anyway."

"Yeah, then you can get one with an answering machine on the base!" Davis grinned and stood up to place both the phone and its battery on the kitchen counter next to Matt. "I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned it before, but I love your apron."

Matt scowled and brandished a sauce-covered spoon menacingly. "Yes, you have. Every time that I wear it, as a matter of fact, and more times in the last ten minutes than I can count. And, you know, normally it doesn't bother me because Tai teases me about it mercilessly. Of course, he was the one who actually gave it to me, but anyway. I actually get the feeling that you mean it when you say that."

"Because I do," whispered Davis almost seductively. "You look adorable right now and maybe a little edible." He moved to step closer to Matt but the older teen once again held up the sauce-covered spoon, and he remained where he was. "Hang on for a second," Davis said after a short pause. "Tai gave you that apron?"

"Yes," said Matt exasperatedly, thinking that he really needed to get a new one some day.

"Why?"

"Remember that party we talked about earlier this morning?" At Davis's hesitant and slightly confused nod, Matt continued. "Remember that odd piece of clothing that I got as a gift?"

Davis searched his memory quickly and then had the decency to blush. "And you actually cook in that thing?"

Matt shrugged and turned back to the pizza. "Hey, it works! At least now when I manage to pour milk and shit down the front of myself, it hits this thing and my clothes survive unharmed."

Davis simply stared at the blond for a long moment, his blush steadily increasing and his eyes glazing over a bit. "Shit," he muttered suddenly, shaking his head a few times and forcing his eyes to look away. "Now I'm having images…getting all hot…"

"Well, don't," said Matt dryly, his face turning a light shade of pink. "I refuse to have my cooking interrupted because of your sexual fantasies."

"And how about after you're done with that?"

Matt made an indistinct noise in the back of his throat that could have been either agreement or disgust, though Davis suspected it was the former. Or hoped, anyway.

There was a long pause.

"Can I cook something too?"

"No," replied Matt firmly as he finished saucing the pizza and turned to grab the cheese from out of the refrigerator.

"Why not?"

"You just got done telling me that you have trouble replacing the toilet paper roll, and you're asking me why I won't let you cook?"

"Matt," Davis whined, "you know I wasn't serious."

"The other day, you very nearly destroyed my kitchen while making macaroni and cheese."

"Yeah, because you came in and I got distracted by your sexiness!" Davis insisted while Matt merely scowled at him. "I really can cook! Quite well, as a matter of fact. I can make damn good pasta."

"Oh, really? Chef Boyardee?"

"No!" Davis huffed, glaring daggers at the blond while he threw grated cheese onto the pizza. "Non-store bought pasta. I can even make my own fucking sauce, Matt. I make it!"

"That's nice."

"And my chicken parmesan? Greatest thing you will ever taste, I swear it!"

"Davis-"

"I could start my own restaurant. I seriously could."

"Davis, I'm sure your pasta or chicken parmesan or whatever is wonderful," said Matt in a voice that suggested he didn't really believe it was. "And someday maybe you can make it for me, but today we don't have enough time for you to make something like that."

Davis looked crestfallen. His shoulders slumped slightly, and he half-pouted for a moment before he took his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed on it pitifully. "Then what can I do?"

"Umm." Matt, having finished with the cheese, moved back over to the refrigerator to replace it and stood in front of the open door for a moment, peering inside. "Mm." He bit the inside of his cheek while he racked his brain for something for Davis to cook. "Oh, I know. You can make the bread."

Davis perked up. "Homemade bread?"

"No," replied Matt, purposely keeping his gaze away from the other boy so that he didn't see the disappointed look on his face. "We don't have the time, Davis, you know that, so we'll have to go with store-bought this time." He opened the freezer and raked his eyes over the contents thoroughly before he found what he was searching for and yanked it out. "Breadsticks," he announced, displaying the bag so that the other boy could clearly see it. "Just stick them in the oven for the last few minutes while the pizza's cooking."

Davis glowered at the bag but nevertheless took it from Matt's hands. He peered at the cooking instructions for a moment before announcing, "Garlic breadsticks."

Matt blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

"Garlic breadsticks," he repeated, nodding to himself. "I'll make garlic butter and cover these in it, thus making garlic breadsticks."

"Oh," said Matt, continuing to blink. "Okay. That sounds good." The oven beeped suddenly, denoting the end of its preheating, and Matt immediately placed the pizza tray on one of the oven racks and set the timer on the stove. He sighed as the first few seconds began to tick off before he turned around to face Davis again, who had placed the bag of breadsticks on the table and was staring at Matt with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"So," he said, "now we appear to have some free time."

Matt rolled his eyes and started to remove his pink apron. Davis's hands snapped out to grab both of his, preventing him from getting very far, and suddenly Matt found himself pressed against the kitchen counter.

"Keep it on."

"Davis," he warned. "It's not at all safe to leave a heated stove unattended."

"Oh, don't worry. We won't be leaving it," Davis whispered back, pressing his lips to Matt's pursed ones for a moment before pulling back. "We're going to stay right here." He pulled the blond into another kiss, much more intense than the first, and was about to deepen it even further when Matt pulled back.

"Davis-"

"Matt," murmured Davis thickly, pressing himself against the blond, "I need to you." And he crushed his lips to Matt's once again.

Pause.

"Oh."

* * * * *

It had been tense when Mr. Ishida returned home from work. Davis and Matt had spent their last few minutes alone in the apartment together running around, trying to both get everything ready for dinner and hide all of the evidence that they had spent a large portion of the day engaging in sexual activities. This had meant that while Davis had frantically mixed butter and garlic salt for the breadsticks, Matt had torn apart the bathroom in search of the elusive container of air freshener that would hopefully mask the smell of sex that had taken up residence in the kitchen.

They had apparently done a good job; seven minutes into the meal, Mr. Ishida didn't seem to notice anything amiss. There had been a brief but terrifying moment at the beginning, though, when Davis got up to place a piece of pizza on his plate and came back to find Mr. Ishida glaring daggers at him. Davis started to sweat and immediately began searching his brain for an appropriate response to the questions he was sure were going to come hurdling at him any second. Soon, however, he noticed that Mr. Ishida wasn't so much glaring at him as he was eyeing his piece of pizza, which had been the biggest, sauciest, cheesiest, and best-looking slice on the tray. Davis quickly proffered his piece of pizza, and the potential crisis was averted as Mr. Ishida happily munched his food.

Davis and Matt let out twin, inaudible sighs of relief and resumed eating. A long silence followed, broken only by the occasional clink of ice hitting glass or the rustle of a napkin.

"Why does it smell like potpourri in here?"

For a moment, all time stopped. Matt's hand, which had been reaching for his glass, froze in mid-air while Davis had stopped mid-chew to glance frantically around the room.

"Umm. Well, Dad, there was this incident during lunch when I…burnt eggs and…I couldn't get the smell out, so I…used the air freshener that we had buried in the closet."

Mr. Ishida grunted something about Glade and took another large bite out of his pizza while Davis arched his eyebrow and mouthed 'eggs?' across the table at Matt. Matt shook his head and lifted his shoulders in what may have been an extremely weak shrug.

"These are really good breadsticks. Did you make them, Matt?"

Davis grinned widely and shot Matt a victorious look, reminding him without words of just who's food Mr. Ishida had complimented and who's that he hadn't. "No, I did."

"They're excellent! Is this garlic?"

"Yes. Garlic salt, garlic powder, and butter."

"Just a perfect blend. Not too overpowering and not too weak. Matt, have you had one?"

Matt scowled and replied quite firmly, "No." There was a sudden flurry of motion as Mr. Ishida rushed to grab a breadstick and deposited it on his son's plate. Matt glowered at the piece of bread and showed no sign of eating it then or anytime soon.

Davis, noticing this, smiled sweetly at the blond and picked up his piece of pizza. "I like the pizza. I think it may be the best I've ever had," he said, nodding and taking a bite.

Matt shot him a dubious glance.

"Well, of course it is, Davis," replied Mr. Ishida, also turning to smile at his son. "Normally, if Matt cooks it, it's guaranteed to be delicious. It goes without saying."

Matt flushed red but look proud nonetheless. He stared down at the untouched breadstick on his plate for a moment before he finally picked it up and took a small bite out of it.

Mr. Ishida stared at him expectantly while Davis seemed to hold his breath, waiting for the blond's approval.

"It's…good," said Matt, looking vaguely surprised while across the table Davis exhaled and gave him a relieved smile. "Very good." He took another bite.

Mr. Ishida was apparently satisfied and turned back to his own meal. "So, Davis," he said after a minute, "you do much cooking?"

"Oh yes," replied Davis, looking quite pleased with the way the conversation seemed to be going. "I make excellent pasta."

Matt rolled his eyes.

"And my chicken parmesan could seriously win some major awards."

"Really?" Mr. Ishida, on the other hand, looked rather impressed. "Chicken parmesan? I love chicken parmesan! You'll have to make it for me sometime. Unfortunately, chicken parmesan is the one dish that Matt hasn't quite gotten the hang of yet."

The breadstick in Matt's hand suddenly fell to his plate as he stared at his father in horror. "Excuse me?"

"It's not awful, you understand, just a little bland. Not enough flavor for my tastes." The older man didn't seem to notice the death glare that was suddenly aimed directly at his head.

But lucky for him, Davis did and quickly began to rectify the situation. Under the table, his foot reached out and began to lightly stroke Matt's leg. The older teen quickly ceased his glaring to give Davis a startled look. Davis took advantage of being the center of Matt's attention and gave him the sweetest, most adorable smile that he could muster.

Matt blinked owlishly at him and after a moment found himself smiling slightly back at Davis. Then he seemed to come back to himself and averted his eyes sheepishly, trying not to blush as Davis's foot traced distorted hearts on his leg. He stole a glance out the window, just to make sure that there were no blue birds in sight.

"You know, Davis," said Mr. Ishida suddenly, startling the two boys who had honestly forgotten for a moment that he was still in the room. "I have to admit that the last few days with you have been quite pleasant, not at all like some of Matt's other friends. I hope that you'll come back to stay with us soon."

Davis grinned a little evilly and dropped his foot to the ground. "Not like Tai?"

Mr. Ishida froze and simply stared at the space in front of him blankly. "Tai," he growled after a few moments, making a displeased sound in the back of his throat. He shifted his gaze to glare down at his plate in an attempt to hide the sudden twitch in his left eye. "No."

Matt shook his head and sighed, rubbing his hands over his face tiredly.

"Well, no matter," said Mr. Ishida, snapping himself out of it and smiling pleasantly at Davis. "Do feel free to come over anytime and stay as long as you like." He gripped his glass suddenly and stood up to refill it. "Of course," he said as an afterthought, "next time if you're going to have sex in the kitchen, at least make a decent attempt to hide it."

Matt's chair chose that moment to slide out from under him, and he fell to the floor with a resounding crash. Davis snapped around in his own chair to stare at Mr. Ishida in open-mouthed shock.

"How-?" he asked, opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

"Dad!" Matt shrieked as he pushed himself off of the floor.

"Do you think I'm that dense? I can put two and two together and get four," remarked Mr. Ishida, not turning around from the refrigerator and sounding nothing less than pleasant. "We've been out of eggs for two days, not to mention that I know you, Matt, and you would never fix them for lunch nor actually go to the trouble of spraying air freshener if you burned them. Besides," he said, finally turning around and wrinkling his nose slightly, "you forgot to douse yourselves with potpourri. You both smell like sex."

"Oh my God," moaned Davis, burying his head in his hands, his face a dazzling shade of red. Across the table from him, Matt had fixed his chair and was reacting much the same way.

"Oh, don't be so embarrassed, boys" declared Mr. Ishida. "You don't know how relieved I feel right now. I thought before that Matt and Tai…" he trailed off, shuddering. "Never mind. The point is that I like you, Davis, and I've had an excellent day today so I've decided that I won't even think about what took place earlier on that table." Matt flushed and opened his mouth to speak, but Mr. Ishida continued, looking thoughtful. "Besides, I may very well get a son-in-law who can cook good chicken parmesan."

Matt stared at him in unveiled horror.

Mr. Ishida smiled and took a sip from his glass, but he stopped mid-sip and gazed at the counter next to him where Matt's cordless phone still sat. "What on earth happened to this?" he asked, picking up the two broken pieces.

"Umm…well…"

* * * * *

"Davis, I really wish you'd put that away."

"Why? Is it disturbing you? Making you hot or something?"

"Davis."

"What? I'd honestly forgotten that I had it, and now that I remember I'm a little excited."

Matt was torn between rolling his eyes and thinking about the various definitions of the word 'excited' as Davis twirled his finger around the tip of his vibrator. "Can't you be…excited about it without sitting in my car…playing with it?"

"Nope," said Davis matter-of-factly, grinning. "I like watching you get all hot and bothered."

"I am not hot and bothered!" insisted Matt, gripping the steering wheel tightly and gluing his eyes to the road in front of him. "I am worried about what other people will think if they drive by and see you sitting there, holding a vibrator!"

"Of course you are." Davis continued grinning, and Matt was sure that if he wasn't strapped down by the seatbelt as he was, he would have been literally bouncing with glee. A sudden buzzing noise filled the car as Davis twisted the bottom of his toy.

"Davis."

The buzzing stopped abruptly. "You know," said Davis after a short pause, "I'm thinking of renaming it."

"Oh? Finally decide that Freddie isn't an appropriate name for a vibrator?"

"Something like that," agreed Davis, shifting slightly in his seat. "I think I'm going to call it 'Matt' actually."

Matt's eyes widened slightly, but he refused to take his eyes from the road, fearing that he'd never get them to focus back on it if he did. "You're what?" he asked, his voice baring no emotion.

"I'm going to name it Matt. I just think it's more suitable, you know?"

"How do you figure that?"

"Well," answered Davis, with a maliciously jovial edge to his voice, "so when I'm using it, I can scream, 'Matt!' and not feel like I'm cheating on anyone."

The car unexpectedly swerved to the right and traveled off the center of the road for a split second before Matt hastily straightened the wheel. "Oh," he said a tad breathlessly, noticing that they were nearing Davis's apartment and feeling unsure as to whether he should be thankful for it or dreading it.

"Oh," Davis mocked, finally opening his backpack on the floor and shoving the vibrator into one of the side pockets, much to Matt's relief. "So, this week was fun, right?"

"I thought we already established that it was."

"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure."

Matt nodded and brushed a piece of blond hair out of his eyes. "It's certainly been a week to remember."

"You do realize that Tai is never going to get off our backs about this, don't you?"

Matt smirked, finally giving in to temptation and glancing over at Davis. "Yeah," he said. "But I don't particularly care. It won't be the first thing that he's teased me about."

"I'll have to thank him for buying you the apron. Tell him that it got some good use."

Matt rolled his eyes and opted not to comment. Davis grinned and suddenly leaned forward to turn on the radio. He listened carefully for a second before he turned up the volume and leaned back. It was an American pop song, Matt was sure as he listened to it carefully, but he'd never heard it before. Still, it had an infectious beat, and he found himself tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and humming along as they came upon Davis's apartment building. He pulled into an empty parking space and shut off the car, but he didn't make any move to get out.

"So," said Davis, unbuckling his seatbelt and shifting so that he was a little closer to the blond, "it's now officially our last moment alone together. Is there anything that you'd like to say?"

"Yes," Matt responded and pulled Davis in for a deep kiss. His hands roamed upwards, running through Davis's hair and accidentally tugging the goggles out of his hair. They fell backwards into the seat, but neither boy particularly cared at that moment or any of the moments immediately following.

Matt was the first to pull away, moving back enough so that their lips were no longer touching but still close enough that he could feel Davis's staggered warm breath. "Sometimes you are entirely too adorable for your own good," he whispered, pulling back even farther when Davis tried to press their lips together again. "But sometimes you are really fucking annoying." And with a smirk, he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Davis stared at him with an open mouth. "You jackass!" he called after a long pause, grabbing his backpack and goggles and getting out of the car as well. "What the hell was that for?"

"Revenge for you playing with your vibrator in my car while I was trying to drive," answered Matt simply. "Now come on, your sister's waiting."

Davis frowned slightly as he followed the older boy into the apartment building and up the stairs. "You don't have to come, you know. You could've just dropped me off. I know you don't want to deal with Jun."

"Mm." Matt allowed himself a small smile but didn't comment. Instead, he sped up his pace, and Davis had to take the steps two at a time for a second before he caught up.

When they reached the door to the Motomiya's apartment, Davis immediately began to search his backpack for the key that his mother had given him before they left, but before he could find it, Matt had strolled up directly in front of the closed door and knocked loudly.

"What are you-"

Matt stepped towards him suddenly and pulled him into another kiss, causing Davis to let out a soft "mmph" and forget both his question and the fact that he was standing outside of his apartment locked in a rather passionate embrace with Matt Ishida. He moaned slightly and pushed himself closer to the blond, letting his fingers clutch at the back of Matt's shirt.

The door chose that moment to swing open.

"Matt! I've mi-"

Davis quickly remember where he was and what he was supposed to be doing, and he hastily pulled his lips away from Matt's and tried to pull the rest of his body away as well, but Matt didn't seem to be in any hurry to let go.

"Oh, hi, Jun," he said, perfectly calm and collected except for the slight color in his cheeks and the swollen state of his lips. "Just thought I'd walk Davis up to the door."

"I-I…what are…but I…y-you…" Jun stuttered, her face an almost humorous mixture of shock and horror. "But…how? I don't-"

"Well, you know, Jun, I guess that when you leave two gay teenagers in the same house for a week, something's just bound to happen," said Matt quite matter-of-factly, turning back to Davis just as Jun swayed slightly and appeared close to fainting. "I'll call you tomorrow," he whispered, brushing his lips against Davis's one last time before pulling away and starting to leave. He heard Davis grab his backpack and run into the apartment at full speed, in a hurry to get to the safety of his room before Jun managed to overcome her shock. The door slammed behind him.

Matt broke into quite possibly the largest and by far the stupidest grin that he could ever remember having. There was a strange skip in his walk as he made his way back to his car, and he found himself humming the American pop song that he had listened to only minutes before in his car with Davis.

He stopped suddenly and turned around to give the apartment building one last glance, still grinning widely. "Hello world. This is me," Matt sang softly as he continued walking to his car, suddenly realizing that he wouldn't be getting this song out of his head anytime soon.

"Life should be, mm mm yeah, fun for everyone."

* * * * *

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