I think this is the longest Chapter I've ever written, maybe. ^^ Fluff galore in here, beware. I've come up with the perfect imagery for this story: A lemon meringue pie, fluffy but still contains lemons, and there will be lemons in this or else I wouldn't have rated it M. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, nor Matt's first kiss.

Chapter 4 -- Chain Reaction On A Saturday Night

It was a week after Tai's declaration, and Yamato stood at his door starring blankly at the half naked brunette in front of him. He wasn't sure if he'd heard his best friend correctly or not and was thinking about closing the door and opening it back up to see if anything would change. Eh, why not?

Yamato shut the door and waited a few seconds before peeking out the peep hole. Nope, he was still there, dressed in only swim trunks, stupid goggles on his head and a floaty around one arm. And, of course, that stupid grin was plastered on his face. Yamato sighed and reopened the door.

"What did you do that for?" asked Taichi.

"I was hoping it was a joke and that you'd go away," answered the blonde truthfully.

"Aw, come on, it'll be fun. Let's go to the beach, Yama-kins."

Yamato groaned. Going to the beach was the last thing he wanted to do on a Saturday morning. "I don't want to."

"Please, come on, Matt, you need to get some sun on that pale skin of yours."

"I don't like the sun," countered Yamato.

"Oh, are you embarrassed, Matt. Afraid to show off some skin, eh."

Yamato glared at Tai trying very hard not to give into the other's tactics. "You can go play by yourself." The blonde started shutting the door, but was stopped by a flip-flop covered foot.

Tai pushed his way into Yamato's house and started for his bedroom.

"What do you think you're doing?" Yamato called fallowing after him. He found his friend digging in his closet making a mess of it.

"You're coming with me and that's that," said Taichi pulling out a pair of short pale blue swim trunks. "Wa la, found some. Now but these on and fallow me."

"Fine," agreed Yamato giving up. It was hard fighting Tai when he had made up his mind. He stalked over to Tai and roughly pulled the swimming trunks from his friend's hands then proceeded to the bathroom.

"I knew you would see it my way, Matt."

"Whatever," called Yamato and emerged from the bathroom running a hand through his blonde hair, the other on his hip. "Where are we going anyways?"

There was no reply, so Yamato turned to see his friend just staring at him, eyes wide. And was that drool coming from the side of his mouth? Yamato started turning red and looked away. "Oh, like you haven't seen me shirtless before."

Taichi finally snapped out of it and wiped the side of his mouth. "Heh, sorry, it's just that you looked really nice right then, Matt."

Yamato frowned at the sudden jump his heart made at those words and mentally shook himself. Once he'd regained control of his emotions, he walked past Tai, slapping him on the head lightly. "Let's go already."

"Alright, beach, here we come," Tai cheered pumping a fist in the air.

Yamato couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. The brunette just gave off those vibes that caused you to smile at all the stupid things he did.

They walked to the taxi area and took one the thirty minutes to the beach. They got out, Tai carrying a large duffel bag with towels and beach inessentials, the floaty hanging around his neck. Yamato walked beside him, his arms crossed, as they made their way down to the beach. They found a good place and set their stuff up there.

"You ready to jump into the ocean, Matt?" Tai asked, fixing the corner of a towel.

Matt laid down on his own towel putting a pair of glasses over his eyes, an umbrella shading his perfectly pale skin from the sun. "Nope, you go have fun."

Tai crawled over to Matt and stole his glasses. "Hey, Mr. Rockstar, I brought you here to have fun, so you're going to get your little white butt down to that water with me and have fun, or else"

"Or else, what?" Yamato asked, a playful grin on his lips.

Taichi smiled mischievously back at the blonde before jumping up and running down toward the beach. "Or else your glasses are gonna get it."

"Hey," Yamato called running after Tai, "give me those back."

They ran down the beach until Tai was almost at the water's edge. He dangled the sunglasses dangerously over the small waves coming toward him. "Hurry up, Matt, or else I'm sacrificing your sunglasses to the sea."

"I'll sacrifice you to the sea if you don't give me those back," threatened Yamato, but with no real menace in his voice. He caught up to Tai and tried to snatch the glasses away from him. Tai just moved his hand out of the way."

"Come on, Matt, you can do better than that," teased Tai. "Come and get them, blondie."

"Okay, that's it, you're going down fluffy."

"Fluffy?"

Yamato launched himself at Tai. The brunette succeeded in pulling the glasses away from him; however, those weren't the blonde's true intent. He grabbed Tai's goggles from his head and pulled them off then ran a few feet into the water dangling the goggles behind him.

"Hey Matt, you little..."

"What's wrong, Tai, loose something?"

Taichi laughed, dropping the sunglasses on the beach just a few centimeters in safety of the water, and ran after Yamato. The blonde waited smirking proudly until he saw that Tai was coming full force at him. He didn't have time to prepare himself. He wasn't wet past his knees and he didn't really want to be in the water in the first place, but there was nowhere else to go but farther into the ocean. Going farther in or staying where he was -- either way he was going to get wet.

The impact of Tai ramming into Yamato caused splashes of water to erupt as both boys fell into the water. Once they came back up they laughed hard as they crawled back toward the shallower part of the beach then collapsed trying to catch their breath. Taichi took a big breath finally calmed down and sat up enough so that he could look down at Yamato whose pale white chest rose and lowered with every breath, his eyes closed. Yamato opened his eyes when he felt his friend looking at him and smiled.

"What?" Yamato asked.

Tai lifted a hand and touched the top of Yamato's head ruffling the wet blonde locks. "You're all wet."

Yamato sighed. "So I am," and he lifted his hands snapping the other's goggles back on his head.

Tai winced in pain as the goggles snapped in place then looked back down at his friend. "So, you going to play with me now?"

"Only if you find my sunglasses."

"Deal."

"Bleh, salt," said Taichi as he and Yamato made their way up to a stand close to the beach on their way home.

"You're the one who wanted to go to the beach," reminded Yamato running a hand through his now brittle feeling hair and finding bits of sand on his fingers. "Ugh, it's going to take forever to get this sand out of my hair."

"But you had fun, right," inquired Tai grinning at him.

"Just order your food already," Yamato commanded.

"Oh, you're right, we've got to get back before five."

"Why five?"

"You want to have time to get that sand out of your hair, right?" Tai then turned to the stand owner and ordered his and Yamato's food.

Yamato grabbed Tai's wrist. "Get ready for what, Tai?"

"I'm taking you out tonight."

"But we've already spent all day at the beach." There had already been too many awkward moments today with his best friend and Yamato was unsure of how much more of it he could take.

"Come on, there's this place I've been wanting to go eat at and a movie that came out yesterday. I want to see."

"Why don't you go by yourself?" A movie and dinner -- it sounded more like a date to Yamato.

"It's more fun with someone else."

"Here's your order, that will be nine fifty-three," said the stand owner. Yamato started digging in his pocket for money, but felt his hand being pulled away.

"I'm gonna pay, 'kay, Matt," said Tai handing over his money.

"W-why?"

The brunette just shrugged. "Cause I want to."

Yamato looked at him weird. Usually Taichi didn't like paying for other people, he didn't even like paying for himself. "Okay."

"Here." Tai handed him his food and their hands brushed together causing a surge of electricity to flow between their skin and straight up Yamato's arm. He jumped and a shiver ran up his spine.

"You okay, Matt?"

"Fine, let's sit down," and he led them to a table in the corner.

"Look, Matt, those girls are totally checking you out," said Tai indicating a group of maybe four girls a couple tables away. They were giggling and giving Yamato come hither eyes, and one was even looking at Tai.

"They're looking at you, too, Tai."

"Really now, want to mess with them?"

Yamato smirked. "Why not."

Tai scooted his chair closer to Yamato and draped an arm around his shoulder lazily and took a sip of his drink. Yamato moved a bit so that he was almost on Tai's leg. This was a little game they had sometimes played in Japan when they felt like messing with people trying to get as close to each other to be labeled a couple by curious onlookers but not crossing the line. However, this time Yamato felt a bit nervous. The hand now rubbing little circles on his shoulder was causing the flesh there to warm up. Nervously, he took a bite of the burger he'd ordered well aware that that hand was now running down his arm to pull at his waist. No sooner had he thought that, Tai had pulled him to his chest, chocolate eyes burning into his. It was Yamato's turn in the game, and though he felt a lump in his throat, he lifted one of Tai's hands in his and intertwined them. They could both see the girls looking at this display intently waiting for more.

"Shall we give them a bit of fan-service?" Tai whispered into his ear.

Yamato nodded and felt Tai cup his chin and lift his head. His breath caught thinking this was it, Tai was actually going to try to claim his first kiss. He closed his eyes waiting for whatever was to come next. The blonde stopped breathing for a second as Tai leaned down toward him. Then, the brunette turned Yamato's head and planted a kiss on his cheek instead and pulled away. This surprised Yamato and he flashed his eyes opened and looked at the know grinning brunette.

One of the girls at the table squealed in excitement and another groaned in disappointment.

"Seems a few of them are fans," Tai commented taking a big bite of his hamburger.

"Yeah," Yamato agreed touching the spot on his cheek where his best friend had just kissed him. He just stared at his food for a few seconds before a broad smile crossed his face.

"What are you smiling at?" Tai asked, his mouth full of food.

Yamato shook his head, but the smile just wouldn't go away. "I don't really know."

Seven, that's when he said he'd pick him up. It was six thirty and Yamato was still standing in front of his wardrobe. It seemed he had trouble with deciding what he should where. Maybe when he became a big rock star he'd hire a personal fashion consultant. He now only had twenty minutes to get ready, and at least fifteen of those would be taken up with doing his hair. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he grabbed the first shirt and pants he found and headed to the bathroom. He almost screamed in frustration when he saw what he'd grabbed but decided to just leave it. If Tai thought the outfit was embarrassing, he'd just stalk to his closet anyways and pull out a different outfit. Instead, he took up the tedious task of brushing and combing his hair just right.

Almost as soon as the clock in Yamato's living room stroke the hour, the door bell rang. Yamato put one final touch on his hair and went to open the door. There stood Taichi in a simple button up light blue shirt and jeans. He took one good look at Yamato and whistled.

"Wow, the way you're dressed I would have thought you were going on a date," commented Tai.

Yamato blushed a little and looked down at his clothes. He was wearing a thin long sleeved black and white striped shirt that you could see through if hit it just the right light and leather pants with various metal chains acting as a belt that clung to his hips just below his belly button causing a small line of his stomach to be visible at all times. "I just grabbed something, should I change?"

"No, no, you'll just make my new car look even better."

"Car, you got a car!" Yamato exclaimed totally ignoring the flattering comment.

Tai dangled a set of car keys in front of Yamato's face then pointed to a red mustang parked on the side of the road. "Pretty cool, right."

"Where did you get the money for that?"

"Another reason I didn't come over to the U.S as soon as you did was because I was saving up as many paychecks from my job as possible so I could afford a car."

"Oh, well, good job man, nice wheels," complimented Yamato closing the door and locking it before walking over to the red car. He turned around when he realized Tai wasn't fallowing him. "Hurry up Tai, something wrong?"

The brunette shook his head and grinned. "I'm coming."

They drove in silence, Yamato checking out all the buttons and pockets in the car to see what they did or what they hid. When they reached the center of the city, Yamato looked around at the many different places there were. So many different restaurants and shops and he reflected on why he was so nervous. Usually when he and Tai had gone out in Japan, he would just grab something and wouldn't stand in front of his closet four hours. Of course he hadn't known Taichi had any interest in dating guys back then. Why had he stopped liking Tai? It was a question that would sometimes pop into his head when he had given up on the idea. Was it because he didn't want to mess up their friendship? Was it because he thought Tai was straight? Neither of those seemed to matter now seeing that if Tai succeeded in claiming his kiss, things would definitely change. That was, if any feelings developed from it. That was it, all Yamato had to do was kiss back a little while keeping any feelings out of it. The blonde smiled at his plan.

"Okay, we're here," Tai announced parking the car on the side of the street and getting out. Yamato unbuckled his seat belt and started for the door handle when his door was suddenly jerked opened. He looked up confused and saw Taichi smiling down at him, a hand held out.

"I can get out myself," he said.

"There's a puddle, wouldn't want your shoes to get wet right?"

"Right." Yamato lifted an eyebrow but placed his hand in his friends and allowed himself to be helped out of the car. There was no puddle, it hadn't rained in over a week.

They walked together a few minutes until they stopped in front of an Italian place. "This is where you wanted to go?" Yamato asked.

"Yep, it just opened."

Yamato shrugged and fallowed Tai into the restaurant. They sat at a corner table, the only empty place in the restaurant and ordered a plate of spaghetti both seeing as the food on the menu was more than their pocketbooks could handle. They talked about silly things and made jokes about the people and things in the restaurant.

"That guy looks like he's going to blow, see how his shirt in barely holding his stomach in," committed Taichi.

"Yeah, no matter how mean it is, he really shouldn't be in a place where most the food in smothered in cheese," added Yamato.

"Hey, Matt, you want my last meatball?" Tai offered.

Yamato was a little shocked. His best friend never offered anyone his food. "Uh, sure, thanks."

Tai scraped his last meatball off his plate and onto the blonde's. He watched with a smile as Yamato poked it with his fork and brought it to his mouth biting off half of it. His blue eyes turned to his friend and he asked through a mouth full of food, "What are you starring at me for? I can't eat if you're doing that."

"Sorry," Tai apologized and looked at his watch. "Oh, hey, we've got to get going. The movie's going to start in like fifteen minutes."

"What! How far away is the theater?"

"Five minutes if we run," answered Tai and grabbed Yamato by the arm rushing them out of the restaurant.

"Wait a minute, Tai, what about the check?"

"They're not chasing us, are they?" Tai pointed out grinning mischievously at the blonde.

Yamato grinned as well. "I really didn't want to pay that much for a plate of spaghetti anyways."

"Good, because I barely have enough to pay for our movie tickets."

They stopped running once they reached the theater and stepped up to the ticket booth. "You know, Tai, I can pay for my own movie ticket."

"I know, I'm the one who dragged you along, Matt. You shouldn't have to pay for a movie you're probably not even going like."

"What makes you think I won't like it?" Yamato asked. He and Tai usually liked the same kind of movies unless..."We're not going to watch one of those stupid parody comedy things are we?"

Tai just grinned and handed over his money to the ticket lady.

It was two hours of pure torture for Yamato, though he could admit that there were a few times he did laugh in the movie, but most of the time he just grimaced at the awkwardness of the characters and situations. When it became too much for him, he decided to just stare at his hysterically laughing friend. Maybe he'd make a weird face and the blonde could laugh at that. However, he just ended up wondering how his plain brown eyes could actually look beautiful, like melted chocolate. At one point, Tai looked over to him and winked causing Yamato to go red and stare fixedly at the screen for the rest of the movie. He was glad to finally be out.

"Hey Tai, are we going back now?"

"Just a little longer, my roommate should be leaving in the next half hour, and I really don't want to go back to the dorms until he leaves."

"Ugh, but I'm tired Tai," Yamato complained.

"Please, Matt. Look, the park's right across the street, we can rest on a bench if you're tired."

The blonde sighed. "Fine."

Suddenly, the fluffy haired brunette grabbed his hand, intwining their fingers and led him across the street to the park. Yamato just stared at their hands, heart beating painfully against his ribcage. Wh-hat?

When they finally reached an unoccupied bench, Tai let their hands go and sat patting the space beside him. Yamato clasped his own hands together and flopped down on the bench as far away from his friend as possible.

"The moon's really pretty tonight and really big like I could just reach out and touch. Wouldn't that be cool if you could touch the moon, Matt?"

Yamato looked up at the sky as well and smiled. The moon was really pretty and really close. He bet that if the moon was really made out of cheese, Tai would have eaten it by now. "Would you eat the moon, Tai, if it was made of cheese?"

"No, I'd give it to you."

"Huh?" Yamato turned his blue eyes away from the moon to stare at his best friend who had a dreamy look in his chocolate eyes.

Tai turned his head away from the moon and stared straight into Yamato's eyes reaching a hand out. "Would you like the moon, Yamato?"

The way Tai's hand caressed his cheek, the way his words flowed smooth and soft with an undercurrent of something else, the way the fluffy haired brunette had been treating him all day paying for everything -- all of it was a chain reaction and there was only one way it could end. Yamato sat still, his heart going at light speed and butterflies in his stomach as Tai's eyes came closer and closer until they closed and he could feel his soft yet hard lips pressing lightly to his own.

Taichi was kissing him, now it was up to Yamato to decide if he would win or fail at claiming the blonde's first and full kiss.

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