Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ I saw you dancing in the gym... ❯ Hot Lemon & Honey ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: This chapter contains yaoi lime (two boys kissing, touching, etc.) and as such is rated R. If you're easily offended or aren't yet old enough to read such material, please leave now.
Oh, and I still don't own Digimon, or Matt and Tai. But there will come a day... (evil laughter)

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The second we're through the door his lips are on mine, his body is pressed up against me, and my brain is seriously threatening to dissolve. I mean, it's not just heating up in there, it's meltdown...
And where on earth did he learn this...
"Matt..." I moan softly as his fingers glide up my stomach and over my chest, pulling the hem of my shirt with them.
He gives a final tug and it comes off over my head, leaving me shirtless and gasping in the wake of the most incredible kiss of my life. Then, without warning, Matt pulls his body back and out of my grasp, then strokes a finger lightly up my cheek.
"You are absolutely soaking," he says, a soft chiding tone mingling with the affection in his voice. "Get those things off and I'll make you something warm."
There's enough of an undertone in his voice that my already gutter-bound mind rolls around a little more, but I'm not letting him get away that easily. I shift a hand to the back of his head and drag him forcibly back to meet my lips.
I grin half-sheepishly at him when I finally let him go. "Koi, you're even more drenched than I am. If anyone needs to change, it's you."
"Want to give me a hand?"
Oh no... I can hear my brain dribbling from here, and resist the temptation to jam my hands over my ears and hold it in. From the massive grin on his face I can tell he knows what he's putting me through, and I don't know whether to jump on him or smack him one.
In the end, I let the lovely, impudent grin go and shove him towards the kitchen. "Go on then, teaser, go make me 'something warm' and I'll be ready by the time you come back."
From the look on his face, I can tell I'm going to have to get my mind to make room for his in that gutter...

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I take the stairs two at a time, rush into my room and drag out a change of clothes - not that I guess I'll be wearing them long when the hormone-infested blonde downstairs gets his hands on me. Still and all, it'll be nice to get out of these pants - they're still damp enough to cause discomfort, but drying just enough to be all crackly and stiff and horrible.
In his room, things are a little more difficult - things are spread all over the floor in the manner of someone who never learnt to use a coathanger. Luckily, I find some stuff in one of the drawers, but before I can run back downstairs to my koi a waft of scent from his clothes hits me. It's him all over, that lovely tang that makes me inhale involuntarily, desperate for more of that smell. Sweet enough to tantalise, with a hint of a warm biscuit-y type scent that I can't even define, never mind get enough of. I sniff his T-shirt deeply, partly aware of and embarrassed by how strange I must look, but overwhelmed by the essence of my love.
Finally, I remember how to work my legs, and manage to make it back downstairs without going head over heels - in the physical sense at least.
"Matt! Clothes!"
He sticks his head out of the kitchen and grins at me, and I blush as I realise I'm still shirtless. His eyes roam my body, and I can feel my face setting on fire as he licks his lips seductively.
The rest of him follows his head out of the door, and if I thought I was blushing before... I'm surprised my heart's got any blood left to pump - I'm sure it's all rushed to my cheeks - and a few other places... He's naked apart from a pair of shimmering silver boxers, and, good grief, but he's absolutely beautiful! Perfect pale skin, a lean but wirily muscular body, slender arms and long, graceful legs. Any cuter and I'd be scraping my tongue up off the floor, along with the rest of me!
He smiles lovingly at me, and it's only now that my eyes manage to tear themselves away from him and towards the steaming mug in his left hand. He pushes it towards me and I reach out almost automatically - my brain's too busy absorbing as much as it can of the mouth-watering sight in front of me.
I take a sip, then yelp as the hot liquid scalds my tongue - and not just that, but it's not half sour! He giggles, and I mock-scowl at him.
"Too sour for you, Tai-chan?" he laughs, then steps closer, bringing a pot of honey out from behind his back. "Maybe you could use a little of this..." Lifting the spoon, he lets a large dollop dribble into the cup. "I guess I overdid the hot lemon part and forgot about the honey!"
I sip again, and this time it's slightly cooler and a heck of a lot sweeter. A lot like him really - hot enough to scald, sweet enough to make your mouth water, and with just enough bite to make him at the same time incredibly attractive and incredibly aggravating. Maybe that's why I adore him so much.
Or maybe it's how he knows exactly the right thing to do or say. It makes every second with him perfect, even when everything goes wrong. As it did today - twice over.
He's grinning at me again, and there's a mischievous light in his eye that tells me he's plotting something...
I'm right, of course, and he reaches out and takes the almost-empty mug from my unresisting fingers, then brings my hand to his mouth and kisses it. Front and back, sucking gently on my fingers, and threatening to make my knees buckle.
He tugs on my hand tenderly, leading me over to the sofa, where he kisses me and slowly eases me down onto it. His skin is warm against mine, his lips searing my mouth, his arms around my neck as he kisses me fervently. I respond in kind, sucking on his lower lip and letting my tongue slowly enter his mouth.
"Matt..."
He pulls back, then grabs the jar of honey, and my eyes widen. Is he doing what I think he's doing?...
He is! Matt lifts the spoon and slowly dribbles a pool of honey onto my chest. It's slightly cold, but not wholly unpleasant - then his tongue comes down to lick it up, and the coolness is replaced by a warmth that makes me tingle all over. Instinct takes over, arching my back and pushing me up towards this source of delicious pleasure, while conscious thought gets overrun by hormones and nerve endings shimmer with desire and delectation.
He sits up, licking his lips thoughtfully, eyes half-closed. After a few seconds, he opens them and smiles down at me.
"You taste so sweet, Tai-kun..."
The naked hunger in his voice makes me shiver in anticipation, and sure enough it's only seconds before he plies the spoon again - this time applying the sticky, sweet honey to my stomach. His mouth descends again, and the world goes white as I revel in this wonderful feeling...
Finally, I come back down to earth, to find him grinning up at me with one hand on the waistband of my shorts.
"Can I?" He sounds half-hesitant, half-desperate, and for a second there's a flash of stubbornness - I want to tease him just as much as he's been teasing me - but that impulse gets overridden by a torrent of love and lust and need, and the 'Yes' is out of my mouth before I can stop it...
He gently tugs on my shorts, and I blush scorchingly as he has to stretch out the waistband to get them over the bulge in my boxers. Eventually, he pulls them off, leaving me almost naked and wanton on the sofa.
His fingers trace carefully along the waistband of my boxers, then he slips a finger in and starts to pull them down, slowly, oh so slowly, making me want to scream at him to tear them off and get on with it.
After what seems like hours of torture, they're off, and I'm fully exposed to him. My brain's registering extreme awkwardness and embarrassment, but right now my hormones have the casting vote, and there's no doubt as to which way they're votinggggggggggggg...
Oh...WOW... The spoon's out again, and cool, thick honey is slowly sliding down my length, and I know what's coming next.
It does - his tongue slowly licks its way up and down me, and I gasp and buck my hips upwards as intense pleasure screams through me, leaving white-hot trails through my brain. Then his mouth is removed, and I pant raggedly, desperate for more of that incredible feeling.
That grin's there again, the one that means he's about to torture me to within an inch of my life, and I love him and hate him for it at the same time. Sure enough, he takes plenty of time with the next spoonful, holding it above my erection until he's satisfied that every drop has transferred itself onto my aching need. Then his mouth descends again and engulfs me to the hilt, and conscious thought goes out the window. Everything concentrates down onto the searing pleasure that he's giving me, it's so incredible that I think I'm about to burst.
He tries to pull away again, but I'm too quick for him. The fingers of my hand, up until now twining innocently through his golden hair, tighten to hold his head in place. He mock-struggles, then relents, and then his mouth is moving again and nothing matters any more but every little movement of his lips and the way his tongue swirls lovingly around my erection, and then the edge rushes up and slams into me and I can't see or hear or speak...
It feels like every nerve in my body's been set on fire, screaming with indescribable ecstasy as he takes me over the edge.
When my body finally settles down, he's looking up at me, half-smiling, half-anxious.
"Was that OK?"
"No, it was terrible."
He face-faults, and I giggle almost hysterically, then grab his face and drag him up to my level where I kiss him, tasting my own bittersweet essence on his tongue.
"Oh Matt-kun, you're so gullible...that was the single most incredible experience of my entire life," I assure him, and the relieved smile that breaks out on his face makes me burst into laughter again.
He kisses me quickly, then wriggles out of his own boxers. Our bodies are pressed together everywhere, with no barriers left between us, and I know he wants this and I'm desperate for it too...
I cover his face with kisses, leaving nothing untouched, and he responds in kind.
"Tai-chan, are you sure you want this?" he asks hesitantly, and I have to stop myself yelling my answer right into his face.
"Of course," I whisper instead, and his face lights up like a pinball machine when you score an extra game. He digs around in the cupboard beside the sofa, and returns with a jar of lubricant. The sheer absurdity of the situation threatens to send me into hysterics again, and I kiss him lovingly on the tip of his nose.
"And just how long have you had this planned out?" I ask jokingly. He blushes beetroot red - he's so adorable when he does that! - and answers somewhat shamefacedly.
"Ever since we arranged this trip."
That was seven weeks ago, and he's been planning this for that long?
"So what's the next step in this master plan of yours?"
"Um... this was as far as I got."
"Well then, let's just take it from here, shall we?" I roll my hips up into his, and he growls down at me. Abandoning all pretence at control, he tears the lid off the lube and slicks his fingers with the cold gel, then slides one finger into me. It's cold, and the sensation is odd and uncomfortable, but not to the point of being painful. He adds a second finger, then a third, and I gasp as he hits something inside me that makes my hips buck involuntarily.
"You like that, ne?" he grins, his voice husky and seductive. I nod fervently, and he crooks his fingers again, stroking that spot again and again while I gasp his name over and over.
Eventually, he withdraws, leaving me with an aching gap inside me. He slicks himself with the gel, then positions himself and slowly pushes in...

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A/N: Oh no, I went and did it again! Sorry, but you'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out how they get on.
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