Finding Obsolescence
A Day in the Life (and then some)

by Lavender Feline

He hadn't meant anything by it when he'd invited Takeru to his house after their lunch. He'd just thought that hey, maybe a few minutes alone wouldn't be so bad. After all, the date did go pretty well all things considered! Of course, that knowing look Taichi had given him when they'd all parted ways embarrassed him. What was his senpai thinking? It wasn't like they were going to do anything. Anyway, he'd wanted to play video games, right? So they could play video games! Those were always more fun when you played with someone instead of alone.

They'd held hands again just as awkwardly as before, on the way back to Daisuke's family's apartment. They'd laughed about Yamato's obvious over protectiveness, and about Taichi's slightly more than tipsy appearance after he'd finished off half a bottle of wine. By the time they reached his building, Daisuke began to think things were really working out for him.

'So,' Daisuke thought in a hazy sort of way, 'how'd I end up half naked in bed with Takeru?'

The blond boy was kissing him, Daisuke noted. And he was kissing back. And where had his shirt gone? Oh, yes, Takeru had yanked it off and tossed it... somewhere. Ah, there it was in the corner. Daisuke's eyes peeked open for a moment to find it, then shut again.

He hadn't meant to do this. But when they got to his apartment, no one was home yet. And when they'd gotten to his room, there had been a long, awkward silence. They'd sat on his bed for a long time, not saying anything. Daisuke was nervous. He felt his stomach clench up anxiously. What were they supposed to do now! He looked over at his alarm clock, watching as one minute finally passed. Did time always go this slowly?

"Did you draw this?" Takeru asked from across the room.

Daisuke looked back at him quickly, only to find that Takeru had gotten up and gone to Daisuke's desk. He jumped up and walked over quickly, pulling the sketchbook out of Takeru's grasp. "Um... kinda."

"It's good!" Takeru looked surprised. "I didn't know you drew!"

"Yeah, well... I try." Daisuke felt himself flush and he tried to put the sketchbook back, closed this time.

"Can't I look at it?" Takeru asked, pulling it away again before Daisuke could respond.

Deciding it wasn't worth getting in an argument about (although he felt those old familiar urges to hit the blond boy surfacing) he sat and nodded. "I guess. Just don't laugh." He did scowl, though the hitting was put on hold unless Takeru did decide his art was funny.

Takeru stared at the sketch book quietly, slowly turning the pages, completely expressionless. Daisuke stared at him with wide eyes, half-terrified at what he would say. The only person he'd let look at his artwork like this was Ken! And Ken would never laugh at him. All Ken ever did was say "that's really beautiful" and "you should go to an art school" and "can you draw pictures like this of Yamato for me?" (Now, in retrospect, Daisuke realized why his friend had wanted nude pictures of the keeper of friendship. He had thought that was strange.) But the question was, would Takeru laugh at him now?

"Daisuke... these are amazing," Takeru said softly, turning the page again.

"Huh?" Daisuke relaxed. 'What, no insults? No laughter?' Daisuke frowned. He wasn't sure how to respond to compliments.

"Why didn't you show me before?" Takeru smiled, sitting down next to Daisuke again. "Wow, I'm jealous."

Daisuke grinned widely. "Wow, you're jealous of ME? Never thought this would happen."

Takeru blinked at him in confusion, then laughed. "No, I mean... well, I guess I am jealous that you're so good. I can't draw anything. But... I meant that I'm jealous of this." He smirked, holding up the notebook. "I didn't know Taichi-san looked like this. 'Course, I haven't seen him naked since I was a little kid, but-"

"Agh!" Daisuke snatched the notebook back and blushed furiously. He pouted and stared down at the sketch. "It's not Taichi-senpai!"

"Yes, it is." Takeru frowned, pointing to the face. "It's clearly Taichi-san."

Eyes widening, Daisuke gulped. 'Oh, gods... it is! How'd I draw Taichi-senpai without knowing it!' He sniffed hard, trying to prevent a nosebleed. "It... it's not supposed to be! It's just a hot guy!"

Takeru chuckled. "Mmhmm."

They stared quietly at it for a moment. The sketch was of a man (now so obviously Taichi that Daisuke wondered how he hadn't noticed before) from the back. He was naked, and the muscles in his back were sketched in detail. He wasn't overly muscular, but he gave off a sense of strength that Daisuke was proud he'd been able to convey. His ass had come out pretty nicely as well. And at the top, the man's head was turned so you could see his profile. Seeing as it was a sketch, the bangs were the only things drawn in - the rest of the hair wasn't completed - and the legs faded away below the thighs. The man also didn't have hands yet, just a blurry sketch of where they belonged.

Blushing hard and closing the notebook, Daisuke sighed. 'Maybe the reason I didn't wanna finish it was 'cause... I didn't wanna think about who I was drawing.'

And now, here they were. Oh, yes, Takeru had kissed him. Daisuke had been surprised, to say the least. One minute he was angsting about his art, the next moment, Takeru's lips were on his.

But the kissing part didn't feel too bad. Then he'd felt Takeru's hands slide up under his shirt, and the feeling of skin on skin was plenty to distract him from his angst. Shivering from the cool air, he'd helped Takeru pull his shirt off, and then he found himself being kissed again, this time right into the mattress.

On his back, eyes wide, lips meshed to Takeru's, Takeru's hands sliding over his chest, Daisuke lay. For a minute he wasn't sure what to do. Then, he decided the first thing he had to do was get on top of Takeru. After all, he wasn't a girl.

Pushing Takeru back a bit, the blond boy's eyes opened in confusion. Before Takeru could ask what was wrong, however, Daisuke had rolled them over so he was straddling Takeru's waist, not the other way around. Sure, they'd hit the wall rather awkwardly (his bed was too small for sex, he noticed, he'd have to get a bigger one), and sure, when Daisuke had ducked to kiss Takeru, Takeru's mouth had been open to ask what he was doing, so their teeth collided rather painfully.

But a moment's work and this was sorted out. Daisuke began to relax. The kissing was finally registering in his mind. Takeru's lips were warm, and soft. And when Daisuke probed the other boy's mouth with his tongue, he was let in, only to find that Takeru didn't taste half bad either.

Takeru's hands were on his sides now, sliding over his skin. The boy's hands were warm, and slightly calloused from... Daisuke didn't know what... did playing basketball callous your hands? Feeling Takeru pinch his nipples made him realize he didn't care about the texture of the boy's hands. He just wanted them to keep touching him.

Suddenly realizing that he was dizzy from a lack of air, Daisuke sat up, exhaling loudly. The boys panted almost in unison for a moment, staring at each other with dazed expressions.

"Your shirt's still on," Daisuke mumbled, grinning a half drunken grin.

Takeru chuckled. "Your goggles are crooked."

Goggles? Oh, that was why his head hurt. The goggles had gone crooked at some point, and were pulling on one ear and squeezing his head uncomfortably. He reached up and pulled them off, tossing them further up onto the bed. "Better?"

"Yeah." Takeru grinned.

Daisuke was just about to say something witty about the state of Takeru's hair as well, but the blond boy had suddenly removed his own shirt, and all the thoughts in Daisuke's head faded.

Sure, pale blond guys weren't the type he ever thought he'd go for. But the sight of a half naked boy on his bed - a half naked boy he knew he could touch - was enough to make Daisuke very, very happy.

Licking his lips, Daisuke suddenly realized that his mouth was really dry. He glanced at his desk, wondering if there were any stray glasses of water, or even leftover soda cans that were within reach. But then he felt a hand. He felt a hand on him there.

And he made a surprised sort of desperate noise in the back of his throat, and bucked his hips forward instinctively. By the time his gaze caught up with him, he'd lost his balance and had a hand on either side of Takeru's head. He blushed.

"Is... that okay?" Takeru asked him, giving him a sort of wide eyed look.

Daisuke opened his mouth to reply, but the hand tightened its grip on the now more than a little obvious bulge in his shorts, and he just let out a dry, hungry sounding moan.

Takeru chuckled. "Guess so." He blushed faintly and looked down to where his hand was. "You wanna-"

"Yeah," Daisuke cut him off, purposefully replying before Takeru could finish his sentence. If he'd said 'have sex' or 'mess around' or anything even subtly implying that they'd be even more undressed in a moment, Daisuke knew that he would have frozen up. Even now, he felt every muscle in his body was tight with nervousness. But he didn't want to stop now. "Do you?"

"Yeah," Takeru said, grinning nervously. His gaze ran back down Daisuke's body before he sat up, pushing Daisuke back until they were both sitting up, facing each other. "You wanna... start anywhere special?"

'Anywhere special? Yeah, I want you to do more of whatever it was you were gonna do!' Daisuke thought, feeling frustrated. "Um... whatever you want," Daisuke said, unsure as how to handle the situation now. They weren't supposed to be talking, were they? Sex in movies never went like that! Sex just happened. It seemed so much less weird that way.

Takeru bit his lower lip, considering. "Okay," he finally said. And he reached down, undoing Daisuke's fly.

Eyes huge, heart beating a million miles a minute, Daisuke could hear the blood pumping in his ears. His own breathing sounded embarrassingly loud and fast, but he couldn't do anything to change that. He was half-terrified, half-aroused, and the mixture was confusing the hell out of him.

Then Daisuke's zipper was undone, his pants were open, and Takeru was pulling him up, so he'd stand.

Daisuke did so, wobbling a bit, still in a half panicked way. Then his pants were tugged down and Daisuke realized he was standing there, naked, in front of Takeru. 'NAKED! IN FRONT OF TAKERU!' his mind shouted over and over. He couldn't think anything else. 'You're NAKED in front of TAKERU! You have to be cool! BE COOL!' Swallowing hard and holding his breath so he wouldn't make himself dizzy with his panting, Daisuke pulled one leg out of his pants. However, his sock got caught on the pants leg, so instead of pulling out of the leg, he simply turned it inside out, and it was still caught on him.

Hearing a chuckle from Takeru, Daisuke felt his face heat with a blush, and he sat down, tugging his pants and socks off with a yank, finally actually naked. He sat there, afraid to look back up at Takeru's face. He blushed harder and winced. The heat was almost too much, he felt like he had a fever. 'Maybe I do! Maybe I'm sick... we should do this later... later when I'm not sick. I mean, I don't need to-' His thoughts were cut off by the sight of Takeru lowering himself between Daisuke's knees and licking his lips.

His heart beating so fast that he was sure that not only Takeru could hear it, but so could anyone in Japan, Daisuke made a nervous squeaking sound. He winced, cursing himself. But the noise was quickly forgotten when Takeru's hand reached out and wrapped itself around Daisuke's erection.

His head lolled back, his jaw dropped, and he trembled. This felt different. This was so much better than when he did it himself. Holding back a groan, Daisuke swallowed hard, clenching his jaw shut. The last thing he wanted to do was make more of those horrible noises. But it was hard not to. The hand was beginning to move. It was moving up, then down, and Daisuke realized with a detached amazement, that Takeru was jerking him off.

His mind raced. It felt good. It felt really really good. It felt so good he wanted to lay back and arch his back like he usually did when he jerked off. He didn't even know if he could get off sitting up like this, with someone watching. Every muscle in his back was tight, and his arms trembled, the muscles spasming from his hands digging into the blankets so tightly. He wanted to relax, to enjoy it, to stop freaking out and let his mind wander like it usually did. But he couldn't! Takeru was right there. His hand was on Daisuke's cock and he was touching him, and- Daisuke winced. He'd just moaned. He'd just moaned very loudly.

Takeru chuckled. "I guess that's okay, then?"

Daisuke took a long, deep breath, looked down, and grinned a little. "Y-yeah... sorry."

Takeru shook his head, looking back down at his hand instead of meeting Daisuke's gaze. His ears were bright pink.

'He's embarrassed, too,' Daisuke thought. The realization shocked him, and then the embarrassment faded quickly from his body, quickly followed by the tenseness, and then the inhibition. 'This is stupid... we're both freaking out... I gotta relax!'

Licking his lips and focusing his gaze on the way Takeru's hand was quickening its movements, Daisuke let out a small moan, blushing still, but finally letting himself feel it. It felt... incredible.

But then he stopped. Daisuke's head snapped up, a look of horror in place. "Why..." 'Why'd he stop! I was just starting to-'

Takeru gave Daisuke a sly grin and stood, and undid his pants. Takeru's pants slid down to his ankles and he stepped out of them easily. His feet didn't get caught in his pants. Daisuke was jealous for a moment, until he realized what was right in front of him. Takeru was... big. Takeru was... Daisuke's eyes widened and he looked down into his own lap, then back at Takeru. Takeru was bigger than him!

"Well?" Takeru asked, cocking his head.

"Well, what?" Daisuke looked up at him, still annoyed. 'What's he doin', showin' off! Bastard!'

"...I thought we were..." Takeru said, arching an eyebrow at him.

Daisuke blushed. "Oh. Right... um..." He reached up, biting his lower lip, and wrapped his hand around Takeru's erection.

The blond boy moaned softly, and rested a hand on Daisuke's head for balance. His gaze was fixed on Daisuke, his eyes half shut.

Curiously squeezing his hand a little tighter, Daisuke grinned when Takeru made an even louder noise. This wasn't so bad. He adjusted his grip and began to slid his hand up, then down the shaft. 'Hey, I'm actually stroking Takeru off. Weird.'

But the blond boy was making such interesting noises, that Daisuke found he was actually enjoying himself a little. After all, getting jerked off was pretty great, so he guessed he should return the favor. After all, next they'd probly... Daisuke blushed, his thoughts drifting.

"Mm? Daisuke?" Takeru's voice was husky.

Daisuk blinked hard, coming back to himself. He realized his speed had slowed to almost nothing, and he grinned sheepishly. "Sorry," he mumbled, speeding up again.

Takeru moaned again. Daisuke stroked again. Takeru moaned again. Daisuke stroked again. Takeru moaned again. And Daisuke stroked again, beginning to feel an ache in his wrist. This continued a few more strokes before the dull ache turned into a sharp pain, and Daisuke winced, feeling his own erection fading away. 'It doesn't take me this long, does it? Okay, maybe, but... that's different! It feels good so I can ignore my arm getting tired, but... this is just boring and it hurts and...' He glanced up, looking at Takeru's face.

The blond boy's eyes were shut, his lips parted, and he was breathing heavily.

And Daisuke wondered just how long he had to do this before he could stop. Could he stop now? Takeru hadn't finished, right? But how long had he gone? Daisuke wasn't sure. And how long would it take? The other boy seemed to have a long ways to go, and Daisuke began to feel irritated about that, too. 'Longer endurance and he's bigger than me? This isn't fair!'

Takeru placed his other hand on Daisuke's head and let out a groan. Daisuke perked up a bit, hoping that meant Takeru was getting closer. 'But maybe I should stop. I mean, if we're gonna do... other stuff... I should stop, right? 'Cause once he gets off, that's it...' Daisuke's eyes widened in horror. 'Oh, man, if he gets off now it's gonna get on my face!' Looking around, panicked, Daisuke wondered where he'd put his tissues. 'Shit, I'm out of them! Augh! What... what do I do!' He took a long breath and tried to calm himself again. 'It... it's okay. I'll just stop if he starts to look like he's gonna... that's all...'

Takeru's grip on Daisuke's head was tightening. He was breathing heavier.

Daisuke looked up, staring at Takeru's face with a determined look on his face. 'I'll just watch his expressions and, OW! My arm is so tired... man, he'd better do somethin' really good for me next or...' Daisuke's eyes widened. 'Eww! Oh, gross, I can see up his nose! Man, Takeru does need a tissue or something... ugh...'

With that, Daisuke's arm dropped. His gaze was now back down at his own lap, trying hard to think about something sexy, and not the insides of Takeru's nose.

"Daisuke...?" Takeru asked, his voice husky.

"Um... now what?" Daisuke asked, grinning nervously.

Takeru's grin widened. And then he did something Daisuke was really not ready for. He pulled Daisuke's face towards his crotch.

Daisuke's eyes went huge and Takeru's erection pressed against his lips. They stayed frozen like that for a moment, Takeru pressing a little harder with each second, trying to get Daisuke to open his mouth. And all that Daisuke could think was, 'What's he doing? Is he...'

And then he got it.

'EW!' Yanking out of Takeru's grip, Daisuke panted, sitting back and blushing hard. 'M-maybe if I was hornier or... if it wasn't Takeru I could but... ew! I'm not... I'm not gonna do that now! Not after seeing up his nose!'

The vaguely evil look in his eye gone, Takeru kneeled on the bed in front of Daisuke. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing!" Daisuke said, eyes huge. 'Crap! Now I've screwed it up!' "I'm just... not really..."

Takeru grinned again. "It's okay. I can do you first."

"No, I mean-" Daisuke cut himself off with a loud moan. "O-oh... o-kay," he moaned, his voice rough. It was hot. It was hot and wet and oh, god Takeru's tongue felt good. Daisuke's head fell back against the wall with a loud crack, but even that only made him wince for a moment. Breathing loudly and in irregular gasps, Daisuke's eyes shut tightly. 'This is good... this is really good... good... good gods... Takeru isn't bad at this... maybe he's done it before?' Daisuke's lips turned up into a small crooked grin. 'Yeah... guess... he's got practice 'cause...' He moaned again, his hips jerking slightly. ''cause I don't think I'd do this good... I should do him next... he's not that bad... it's not that gross... it's not gross at all if it means he'll do this to me again later... maybe I should get practice, too.' Daisuke's brow wrinkled and he bit his lower lip, stifling a whimper. His hips twitched, trying to thrust him forward. 'Practice is good... and... ohhhh... I wanna be this good, too... can't let Takeru be better than me...' He gasped, eyes opening a bit. 'Feels... really...' He felt his thoughts slowing. 'so good...'

Takeru chuckled in the back of his throat, sending small vibrations up through Daisuke's body. Daisuke's fingers hooked into the loose sheets and tightened into them, making his arms tremble again. His thoughts had faded into incoherent wave after incoherent wave of pleasure. Eyes shutting tightly again, Daisuke felt himself getting close to his peak. And his thoughts slowly returned to him.

'So good... Ta... Ta...' His thoughts cutting into his speech, Daisuke moaned. "aichi..." he moaned, arching his back. He was almost there.

Takeru sat back abruptly, lips pressed tightly together, an affronted look in place.

And Daisuke's eyes went huge. 'Oh god! Oh god, NO! No, this can't happen now!' "I mean... Ta...keru..."

Takeru's eyes narrowed into an accusing glare. "Oh."

"No! Really!" Daisuke smiled nervously, still panting.

Takeru's glare didn't fade.

"Oh, c'mon, PLEASE don't stop NOW! I was so close and-"

Takeru was standing and pulling on his clothes again. His erection, Daisuke noted with dismay, was completely withered.

"I'm sorry! It was just a slip up! I'll do you now! I-" Daisuke tried, grabbing Takeru's arm in desperation. 'I just wanna get off, damnit!'

"You were thinking about Taichi-san," Takeru said, matter of factly. "I'm not surprised."

"Wha... I was not! And what's that supposed to mean, you're not surprised!" Daisuke yanked his hand back again, his arousal temporarily covered by a sudden irrational anger.

"Why else would you moan his name, Daisuke!" Takeru took a deep breath and sighed before continuing. "It's okay. I know you're trying. But... I don't even really feel that way about you, Daisuke. In all honesty... I was looking for some fun. I thought you were, too. I thought we could have fun together."

Daisuke's jaw dropped. "You.. you were using me!" He winced, his ego flinching along with him.

"Weren't you using me?" Takeru smirked, pulling his shirt on.

"...I guess," Daisuke mumbled, looking away. He suddenly felt embarrassingly naked and embarrassingly still horny.

"It's okay, Daisuke. But we should probably... just be friends. After all, you do like someone." Takeru ran his fingers through his hair, straightening it out. "Still friends, right?"

"So... you're dumping me, too?" Daisuke asked, staring sadly at the floor.

"...I'm not dumping you." Takeru placed a hand on Daisuke's shoulder and grinned. "We're breaking up. That's different."

'I'm not getting dumped,' Daisuke thought, and suddenly he felt a lot better. "Yeah. We're still friends," he said, looking up again. "Um... I'm sorry about-"

"It's okay. Like I said, I wasn't surprised." Takeru smiled. "I'm going to go home and let Oniichan know before he hears it from someone else and comes after you."

"You're gonna tell him I said Taichi-senpai's name!" Daisuke asked, horrified.

Takeru laughed. "No. I'm going to tell him we decided we were better off just as friends." He squeezed Daisuke's shoulder gently. "Because I think you should be the one to talk to Taichi-san."

Daisuke tried to think of a responce. He thought that maybe he could deny it! Maybe he could say 'no, I was counting! Ichi, san, shi-" but that probably wouldn't work, either. And by the time Daisuke realized that he was trying to think of ways to lie to Takeru, and that meant that he did like someone, Takeru was gone.

He heard the front door shut and he sat heavily back onto his bed. "I... I like... Taichi-senpai," Daisuke said, testing the words. 'I guess... it does kinda make sense.' His gaze fell to the sketch, still lying on the floor. He grinned a bit. 'That's a pretty good likeness... can't believe I was stupid enough to think it wasn't...' He sighed, licking his lips. 'I like Taichi-senpai. I'm such an idiot, of course I like him! He's smart and he's cool and he's funny and he's hot... he's really hot.'

Daisuke's hand found his erection again, and he began to stroke himself. 'He's... really hot. Especially when he's talking about something like soccer or... somethin' he really likes and... he gets that look in his eye... and he looks really...' Daisuke shuddered, his eyes sliding shut. He could picture it. He'd seen his senpai give him that look before, whenever he was being really passionate about something. Daisuke could handle it whenever he was talking to them as a group, but when it was focused at him, when it was just Taichi talking to him and their gazes met...

Daisuke moaned, picturing it. Taichi, looking him in the eye, that look on his face, and... maybe not wearing a shirt... Daisuke began to expand beyond that, but before he could, he moaned loudly and felt himself climax.

When he found himself again, he was flat on his back, lying on his bed, panting. 'I just got dumped- no! I just broke up with Takeru and... the first thing I do is finish jerking off,' Daisuke thought, sighing. 'That's gotta be against the rules, right?'

He turned his head, trying to spot his alarm clock. Instead, he found himself staring at the goggles. He sat up, staring at the goggles and frowning. 'I tossed them off before... like it didn't matter,' Daisuke thought, guilt overwhelming him. 'I did all that and I still want to be with Taichi-senpai. I still want to be... with him...'

Picking up the goggles, Daisuke hugged them to his chest and sighed. 'I'm... pitiful. All this just to pretend I didn't like him. And now everyone at school's gonna laugh at me, and I might have screwed up my friendship with Takeru, and I pissed off almost everyone I know, and... all that and I still don't have a chance with Taichi-senpai. Not me.'

Daisuke lay there, clenching the goggles tightly in his hand, thinking about how the girls at school looked at him now for being dumped by the lesbian Miyako. He thought about how weird it had been to talk to Ken since that kissing incident. He thought about how Yamato probably thought he was a huge jerk for going after his boyfriend and his brother. And he thought about how messed up he and Takeru would be from now on.

And then he sat up, the cloud of angst fading as quickly as it had appeared, and he smiled. "But... if I did all that, and I messed up that bad... then I can't go any lower!" Daisuke felt the guilt and rejection lift from his shoulders and disappear, almost as if they'd never been there in the first place. "So I can go after Taichi-senpai all I want! 'Cause no matter what I do, I can't screw up more than I already have! No one could think any worse of me!"

Jumping up and wiping himself off with a stray dirty sock that was on his floor, Daisuke got dressed again. A new determination overwhelming him, he rushed out of his apartment, the goggles now back in place on his head. He had plans. After all, finally knowing what he really wanted, all he had to do was go after it. How to do that was the hard part. But Daisuke was tired of intricate lies and all the hard work that went into repressing things. He was going to forget all that. He was going to do what he did best: Throw himself head first into it, and see what happened.

Running across town was tiring, but Daisuke didn't care. With every step he took, he was more determined. 'Anyway, he doesn't have a boyfriend! Sure, he says he doesn't date, but... that just means if he rejects me it's 'cause of that, not me! And that means I've got just as good of a chance as anyone! And that means I have a GOOD chance! And THAT means I can win him over!'

When he finally reached Taichi's door, he was panting heavily and the sun was beginning to set. Twilight was setting in.

He knocked on the door.

Taichi answered.