Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Hayfield ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Hayfield

"Tai, I'm not cut out for this." Sweat dripped down Matt's brazen skin, dampening his shirt and even his heavy jean shorts.
"Wimp." Tai tossed another forkful of hay onto the paused wagon. He reached down to run his fingers over the windrow in a sweeping movement, holding a few strands up to his nose. "This..." he deeply inhaled the fermenting alfalfa blossoms, "...is heaven."

Yamato leaned on his pitchfork for a moment, gazing out over the acres of mown pasture. The cicadas buzzed omnipresently in the trees to the side - no wonder - the sun burned bright in the unnaturally blue and clear sky. Little ladybug-type creatures flew back and forth in a mad hopscotch from uncut blade to uncut blade. Once or twice before he'd come across a rabbit or a toad hiding under the hay, waiting for him to give the all-clear before they hopped further on. The air and the hay and sun together was a live thing, a living creature that breathed and shone pale greens and yellows dotted with purple. The heat was tangible and little bits of grass stuck to his flesh. The aroma of the felled blossoms came from everywhere into his being. Tai was right - this was heaven.
"Yo! Ya-ma-to!" He turned to the voice, noticing his 'moment' had taken longer than he'd thought, the wagon drawn by two Unimon moving on without him.

Damn, this was hard work. Fortunately, he and the keeper of courage had it easier than their extinct counterparts in the real world. Here, there was no quota, no pensive and vengeful native Americans on the horizon, and the Unimon were intelligent enough to drive themselves. Good thing too, cause Matt didn't have the foggiest how to handle the huge horse-beasts. And then there were the other wagon parties on the horizon, the comfort that came from knowing you weren't alone to tackle the entire project, just you and your weird friend with the frazzled hair that was becoming perceptibly more limp from sweat with every passing minute.
Damn! This was hard work. He hefted the thousandth forkful that day onto the wagon, the only reward being the knowledge that as soon as they got back to Qubit village's storehouses, they'd have to unload those same forkfuls. Okay, so that wasn't much of a reward. But they were helping the quadruped digimon who couldn't do this for themselves.
"Tai, my skinny guitarist arms are going to fall off." His other reward was the person in question staring back at him with a silent 'come on now, be serious' smirk on his face. He sighed. The only sympathy he was going to get was from the breeze his own body created when he moved. Better than standing still and baking. Tai had other ideas about staying cool, evidently better thought out than his own.

Another reward. Yamato stopped in mid-scoop to watch as Tai, back turned, pulled his shirt over his head and draped it across the back of the nearest Unimon. Small wonder Yagami wasn't whining - his taut, brown skin shone with sweat but showed every muscle in his shoulders and spine dancing at his command - forkful after forkful.

Damn...

Matt realized he wasn't keeping up pace on his side of the wagon again. Pulling his devious thoughts back to the drying grass.
"Oh god, Yamato!" Huh? Tai had told the unicorned monsters to stop, scooting in between their hitching and the wagon's tongue to join Matt on his side - his neglected windrow. "What have you been doing? Daydreaming?" Um... He didn't have to answer that, did he?
"I just can't keep up with you, oh great haymaker. Mind giving this wimp a hand?"
"Sure. But not before I do this-" Tai jammed his pitchfork into the ground to stand it up, leaving both callousing hands free to strip Yamato of his soaked shirt. He gasped before he knew what was happening, Tai's soft fingertips brushing up the sides of his ribs. "Better." Tai winked slyly at him before pulling his fork out of the ground and starting on Matt's leftovers.
"Yeah..." Yamato was so proud of his appearance - his fine featured face, his shiny, perfect locks. The rest of his body he wasn't so sure about. In fact, he hadn't gone swimming since he was 13. And here he was, pitching hay naked from the waist up next to soccer's Grecian god: Taichi. His self proclaimed skinny arms worked as best as they could, but it was a jerky, stage frightened hunch compared to the sinuous flow of ligaments that was Tai.

And yet he hadn't said anything, just a wink and back to work...
Oh Taichi...

****

"One more row! And then you know what happens!" Tai had gone back to his side, having caught Matt up so they could continue in tandem.
"No, what?" He was on autopilot, his brain shutting down all but essential functions to get him through the hot haze that hung around him oppressively and the rows of cut alfalfa that stretched into eternity.
"We get to ride up! C'mon Yama-chan, pick up the pace! This is our last load." Last?! Was it too good to be true? The Unimon turned in a 180° to meet the closet row to the trees - indeed, the last row.
"Sodas are on me once we get back to Qubit," Matt offered, new life flowing into his veins with the promise of an end within sight.
"Deal!"

In the last thirty feet, it'd turned into a race. Even the Unimon got into it, eyes darting back and forth between the boys who pitched like there were big, fat threatening rain clouds on the horizon to spoil their day. Hay flew, sweat poured, and Yamato could hardly believe it when his fork tines ran out of row.
"Beat you!"
"No, you didn't 'chi."
"Yeah, well I get bonus points for helping your sorry ass out back there." It was a contest? Fine. Let him win - he deserves to win. Both boys crawled on top of the towering stack, grabbing their shirts from the Unimon and stowing their forks safely at the bottom of the wagon.

The last ride back was always dream-like as the digimon continued in a slow, diligent pace - like being on a ship of hay in an ocean of sky. The way you could just lie back into the soft grass and stretch out. Let it envelope you whilst you stared into the blue. The way this was the ultimate last ride, and nothing but rest and relaxation awaited you now. The way Taichi, tanned and poised, stuck a piece of timothy in his mouth and chewed on it. The way he then glanced over, catching Matt's embarrassed eyes in mid-stare.
"Are you staring at me or this piece of grass? The piece of grass wants to know." ...Taichi... His averted head, his silence, his raging blush was enough of an answer for the stunned and surprised brunette. "...Yama..."
"What?" His voice was terse, the mood changed drastically from the levity of only a few seconds ago. Matt covered his chest with one pathetic arm, turning on his side so he was partially covered from the stare of Tai's that burned into his back.
"Oh. I'm-I'm... I'm sorry-" A sudden realization - Matt blushing, hiding from his eyes.
"Shut up, Tai." More sorrow than venom.
"Well, now the piece of grass feels pretty embarrassed. Forgive him? You can stare if you really want..." A slight smile trickled back onto Taichi's face. It was a gamble, but... And he'd done stupid things in the past. If it backfired, Yama would eventually forgive him.

That's what he loved about Yama-chan.

"But he did give me a wicked idea." The smirk was fully present now, witness as Tai dragged the fuzzy tassel on said piece of grass down the profile of Yamato's ribs. He could hear his best friend audibly choke on shock, his breathing bated, becoming as stiff as stone. Tai leaned down to the prone figure. "We've still got two miles between us and the village and we aren't moving any too fast," he whispered secretly in his ear.
When Yamato remained silent and unmoving, Tai swallowed the rest of his fear in a large lump. He could always back out and claim he was joking about his propositioning statements - but any actions would be too hard to deny. But then again, there was Ishida's slim tan body - caught red-handed daydreaming - sprawled out next to him, little pieces of chaff still stuck to the ever present sweat. It was too good to be true and on top of a hay wagon, no less! The thoughts in his mind alone were so erotic, Tai began to grow hard. Well, there was his answer... There was no amount of joking and lying that would excuse away the growing mass between his thighs - dangerously close to Yamato's back. Call it, Tai.

He leaned down to Yama's crooked neck, bent into his chest in a defensive posture. Lightly and slowly, Tai set little hesitant kisses all along his warm jugular vein. His lips were so wet and hyper-sensitive he could feel the pulse beneath them increase. Why? Was Matt scared or excited? Yamato sighed out all the air he was holding in, rolling over into Tai's embrace. There was his answer.
"Damn, Tai. You can't be serious?" he mumbled, eyes closed. Shit. What was that? Was Matt changing his mind - throwing him mixed reactions just to be cruel? But with the blonde cradled in his arms like that - sprawled out and breathing shallowly through open lips - Tai's brain lost control to a certain important and critical part of his body, the blood raging to fill it and press it needingly into the slim arm that innocently rested there.
"Whoa. Hel-lo." Matt arched one of his eyebrows, eyes still closed, and whispered all Taichi's anxieties away. "Take me, Yagami."

It was breathed on the thinnest bit of air possible, and that made it sound all the more sensuous when it hit Tai's ears. His thigh twitched mindlessly, brain busy chewing over the amazing sight below him, almost angelic, and the fact that he'd been given the greatest of permissions - more as a demand - by the same being, body framed in fragrant hay. And all the ways he could make him scream...
"Whatever you say..." There was that smart-aleck smile again, and it settled itself firmly on Yamato's lips, grabbing hungrily as he slid out from underneath, running his hands over the moist skin of his chest.

If Yamato was scared, he didn't show it, wrapping his long arms around Tai, silding underneath him and between his legs. But he was scared. And he was still shy about his body. He was so frail, wrapped in and pressed down by arms that felt like they could pull time to a stop. He ran his fingertips up and down the taut biceps. And his kisses... He'd been kissed by Tai before, but that was years ago, in an empty section of the high school library, and it was nothing but two closed mouths and a lot of stuttered apologies. This however, was Tai's warm contorting tongue, darting in to lick soft spots and glide across his own. It was almost like sex - felt like it - and Yamato's large erection pulled his hips up to jerk into Tai's. Reflex reaction. Reward was his as Tai moaned deep into his mouth and hands left his stomach to work the zipper on his shorts. The lips that were throwing his mind into a tailspin left his, brown hair tickling his neck as Tai's head dropped and his lonely tongue traced closing spirals around one pert nipple. His teeth and lips closed around it, letting his tongue race across its surface insanely. Matt couldn't hold it in anymore.
"-tshchhh... Tai!-" His muscles tried to draw his body into a ball but failed, forcing his newly unearthed member into Tai's rough hands.

It was a chain reaction, that fire of contact then ripping another half-gasp half-scream from his lips. And what it was doing to Tai... His mouth wandered away from the little bit of sensitive flesh, the instant recognition that he was directly responsible for the lithe body beneath him convulsing sent it to other, more insistent regions. He kissed down into his navel, swirling his tongue around into it, and stealing another choked moan.
"Holy shit, Taichi..." His hands left Matt's body, running to his own shorts, frantic to get them off. But Yama's thin, fast fingers were already there, undoing them and sliding them down over Tai's hips slowly so his fingers could enjoy the wonderful smoothness. All this while, Tai's mouth continued to descend, waiting until they were both free.

"Yamato?..." It was half confused, and it broke the wonderful atmosphere they'd created around each other. But all Tai could do was stare at the blonde's shy, naked body laying stretched out beneath him.
"What?" The retort was vaguely irritated, intensely awkward. he din't like the fact that Tai was staring at him, looking him up and down.
"That's unnatural-" This only made Yamato more introverted, tyring to pull away from Tai's comments and gaze. He was focused on Matt's long member, exposed, aroused, and so out of proportion to his white and slender frame. But Matt's actions didn't wait until Tai finished. "-you're too beautiful." The awe in the words coiled through the air and wrapped around Matt's mind. His bottom lip quivered but held. Tai was telling him this, Tai - he compared to no other... Tai. Beautiful, sexy, wonderful Taichi was telling him how he thought he was beautiful - was lowering his head now to suck Yamato's length inside his mouth, bathing it in saliva and massaging it lovingly with his expert tongue. Yamato's brows knit together, soft utterances escaping between his tight teeth. Nothing ever felt like this, nothing was ever so wonderful. Not even a close second was his own hand in his own shower, shaking and weeping and calling out his best friend's name. No, nothing was ever so intensely good as Tai pulled him deep down his throat, sucking and licking and building such a pressure...

The blonde writhed and every muscle on his tired body flexed, sending his burning need out into Tai's eager, waiting throat.
"Oh, Tai..." he was out of breath as the wild-haired youth climbed back up his sweaty body, whispering the ending that he'd kept secret until now.
"Don't think that I'm finished."

No, no he wasn't - not by a long shot. Tai crawled further up, sitting lightly on Yamato's chest. The hay ends were scratching his thighs and he felt a pang of compassion for the body beneath him lying on the rough hay. "Yamato-ka, do you still want-"
"-you to fuck me?" He grabbed onto Tai's hips, holding him in place while his tongue ran up and down Tai's erection, strategically close to his face.
"Buuttt... Yama if you don---ohhh..." He couldn't properly finish, the guitarist touching his teeth lightly against the sensitive flesh, flicking the burning head impertinetly with his tongue. Yamato loved the way he cut him off in mid-sentence, making him close his brown eyes and groan automatically. This was the Tai he'd always wanted to see, the one whose pupils returned, focusing to lock with his own blue orbs as he stretched back down and parted his long legs gently. Matt licked his lips in anticipation, waiting - imagining what the beautiful body above him would look like when his mind was in flames.

Matt ran his fingers through Tai's hair, unblinking as he sucked on his own fingers. Their boring gaze was broken when Tai pushed one into Yamato's warm, willing body, closing his blue eyes and dropping his mouth open. The second finger came, working farther through the sensitive cavity, pushing and touching and stroking. Tai looked up to see Matt's head give up, falling back into the bed of hay. The two of them were still silent, concentrating on sealing this moment - utter and intimate - away. The third finger brought a gasp and a moan, and made Tai spasm painfully. He needed Matt now - but what if he wasn't ready? It hurt so badly now, but he had to wait until they were both ready.
"A-aaahhh..." Clammy fingers wrapped around Taichi's pulsing cock, nearly making him lose it right then and there. He brought his head up, nose to nose with a stony faced Yamato.
"Stop fooling around Yagami." Yama's free hand cupped his chin so he could kiss him, deep and thorough and begging. "Don't make me plead - I'm not very good with that 'on my knees' type of thing." Well, he wasn't going to argue with someone so insistent. At this point in the game, he doubted if he could, he wasn't strong enough to stop.
"Yes, sir." His eyes slid closed unbidden, hands guiding his way to the tight, moist cache of pleasure. "Up." Yamato did as he was told, crushing their hips together, his hands across Taichi's smooth back. But it was still slow going, Tai conquering his last fears and working little by little until Yamato's body held him completely.

The breath both had been holding in was let out at once - Tai adding a little moan from the warmth that passed from his center to every inch of his body - Matt sputtering in a cry and a gasp, his world filled almost painfully completely.
"Yamato?" He ran a hand through the sweaty blonde locks and over his forehead - beaded with anxious sweat. He'd hurt him! His pretty, perfect blonde angel - and he'd been selfish and hurt him!
"No-no. Stay. I-I'm fine." He gave a half smirk, his eyes still shut tightly. No. It shouldn't have been like this. His lips trembled, eyes burning and spilling two tiny droplets. It hurt his heart to see Yamato with eyebrows furrowed so deeply - he sniffled, opening Matt's questioning eyes.
"I'm sorry." He mouthed it, unable to speak. Yamato swallowed down the lump held prisoner in his throat, rubbing Taichi's warm back in sympathy.
"Then kiss it away." He complied immediately, stooping gently to suck and stroke the soft pale skin of his thigh. His heart tightened in relief as his delicate fondling ellicted a shuddering moan from his poor, painful lover.
"I never want to see you cry," he whispered into his skin, working his now excruiciating member in and out of Matt's hot, enveloping folds. Every nerve burned and radiated from that point of contact, making his head swim, making his breath come in shallow, unhindered groans.

Gone was the pain like a bad memory, cracked and splintered by the svelte animal panting and pounding above him. This was perfect, better than he imagined, the usually emotionally-in-check leader losing control and driving with all his desires. His hips met Taichi's on his deep thrusts, an action so secret and private and... theirs. No one else's. Just Taichi, human perfection in his eyes, and a skinny boy whose heart had welded them together, not willing to let go for anything in the world.
"Oh, god!" Yamato's eyes flew open and unfocused, trembling and shaking like mad, his fingers digging in to Tai's hips, lost - for all intents and purposes - to his interior universe.

Awe again struck the brunette. Yamato was - words could not suffice - a white willow writhing in a hurricane on the borderline of oblivion. Whatever it was that he had done, it made the blonde shake and panic, and the mere sight - the distant after-tremors of whatever it was that he was experiencing was enough to make his mouth go dry, his toes curl, his pace quicken. He thrust again, catching Yama's own jerk to resonate and plunge deep - once again making the blonde scream.
"Taichi!" His face contorted to one of extreme agony, but he knew better. A small undefinable gurgle escaped his limp mouth, the product of his heart and body tensing and exploding harsh over their stomachs.

Tai rubbed something - that same spot again deep inside of him and his mind was gone, ripped away and replaced by an inferno of indescribable colors that danced and shook and left him with nothing but-
"Yagami..." It was the best feeling in the realm of exsistence to hear the one you love muttering your name in the throes of ecstasy. Yama, sweet, sweet Yamato had given him his body, let him see the core of his soul, and now that he'd climaxed first, Taichi felt complete, satisfied, free.
"Yamato!" Unexpectedly, the rockstar clenched his muscles tight, strangling Tai with a pressure that not only pushed him over the edge, but threw him off. It was a blinding white light, it was choirs singing odes to the beautiful outdoors and the joy of being alive, it was... it was... "Yama..." He collapsed next to the slim body in the hay, strands stuck at odd angles in both their hair. He didn't know what to say, so he laid there, arms and limbs wrapped together, placing little kisses in the same spots on his jawline.