Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ I saw you dancing in the gym... ❯ Mountaineering + Love = ? ( Chapter 5 )
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 586 | Status: Completed
A/N: The disclaimer I put on the first chapter still stands - at least until my plans for world domination come to fruition and I can finally mount a military take-over of the company that makes Digimon...mwahahahaaaaa...
Ahem. Sorry.
Anyway, I've finally written a chapter THAT I LIKE! Woohoo! Dance with me...
*does a crazy little jig all around the floor before tripping over cat - stupid animal...* Actually, I shouldn't call it that - after all, it will be making a cameo in my next fic - won't you sweetness...
OK, before I go off into the communing-soppily-with-cat phase, here's the next chapter. Hope you like it - it took me over four hours to write (I got blocked a lot), but I am actually happy with it. Amazing!
I'm rambling. On with the fic!
God, my lungs are burning. Not to mention my legs. I swear, if any more lactic acid builds up in them my blood's going to start burning my veins out from the inside.
Not only that, but I'm absolutely drenched to the skin - it's been raining solidly for over an hour. Not proper rain, just that horrible semi-drizzle that works its way through anything in its way - anoraks, clothing, skin - soaks into the bone and makes you feel all...yeuch...
Of course, if he were actually right there beside me that lovely warm glowing feeling would flood right through me and everything would be fine, but the problem is he's over a hundred metres ahead of me and still accelerating.
Ugh. I don't think I can go more than about five more steps without falling over and smashing my nose on one of these horrible lumps of Welsh rock. I've already slipped on three separate patches of mud, only to have him stride back and set me effortlessly back on my feet before steaming off again.
I try and drag a little breath out of the thin air to yell at him to slow down, but all I can manage is a sort of strangled squeak. Sure, I get to watch that gorgeous backside of his as he scrambles over the odd outcrop, but at this distance my chances of getting my hands on it are minimal and getting less every second.
Eep... My legs slip from under me for the fourth time, and I'm sprawling on the sopping wet grass.
I lift my head up with an effort, just in time to see him whirl round, an expression of repressed irritation on his face. He jogs back towards me, takes my arm and helps me up, then makes to move off, but I'm too quick for him. I grab his wrist and yank sharply, pulling him into me, where I wrap my arms around him and keep him there.
"For God's sake, Matt," I murmur softly into his ear, "can't you slow down a little?"
"But Tai-chan..." he says petulantly, and though I can't see it I can visualise his lower lip sliding out just a little, "don't you want to get to the top?". He slips a leg between mine and rubs up against me gently, and despite myself I can't help purring at him. "It's only a little way further," he says as though comforting a child, and the determination in me melts under the blowtorch of his love. So he's being incredibly manipulative, but damn it if he isn't adorably cute with it.
"All right," I concede quietly, "so what do I get when I get to the top?"
He chuckles ever so lightly, his breath warm against my ear, and I can just see the wheels in that devious little brain of his clicking round. He's got such a dirty, mischievous, loveable mind...
"Let's just say..." He pauses long enough to lick my earlobe gently, and I jump and squeak, making him laugh again, "when you get to the top, you get to be... on top..."
"You...you're joking, right?" I stammer, my brain not believing the evidence of my ears.
"Look around you, Tai," he says mock-seriously, "can you see another living soul within three miles? No? So what's to stop us?" Then, jokingly, "Jeez, don't you have a sense of adventure?"
I kiss him, crushing my lips to his fiercely. "Of course I do, koi. I just forgot where I left it."
This makes him laugh aloud, and then he strokes my cheek gently with the back of a finger. "Then find it quickly, sweetheart. We haven't got far to go."
* * * * *
He's right, as usual. The mountain sweeps upwards into the cloud, and I practically scream at my legs to go just those few hundred more metres to the top. Sure, I know I'm being manipulated, but who cares? If this is what it takes, all in favour. Now if I can just get my legs to keep going for another couple of minutes, I might just...
...be too exhausted by the time I get there to enjoy what he promised me. Still, it's the thought that counts.
I risk a sideways glance at him. Thanks to the fact that he has enough gel binding his hair together to protect it against a nuclear explosion, never mind a little rain, he looks absolutely perfect and stunning - as per usual. He's loping along effortlessly beside me, not even breathing hard, nor seeming to notice how totally shattered I am. Even as I watch, he trots ahead a little and leaps smoothly over a rock that's in the path. My jaw drops, anger and resentment flare up...
...and, not looking where I'm going, I somehow contrive to fall headlong over that same rock. One minute my eyes are on him, the next all I can see is the ground rushing up to meet me and give me a massive, solid, and above all painful greeting.
I can hear his footsteps rushing back over to me, and then he's kneeling down beside me. I lift my head slightly, just enough to be able to focus on him, and then even as he starts asking me if I'm OK, the sheer absurd ironic humour of the situation hits me, and I dissolve into helpless giggles.
He must think I've gone completely insane. I've just tripped quite spectacularly over a largish boulder, scraping a good deal of skin off my nose and covering myself in mud, and here I am laughing like a maniac.
Whatever he thinks of me, it's enough that he leaves me alone until it's passed, and I can speak distinctly again.
"Look, darling, by the time I get to the top there's going to be nothing left of me."
He grins down at me from where he sits, hunkered down next to me.
"Sweetness," emphasising the soppy nickname just enough to give it a gentle mocking tone, "trust me," and he twines his arm around mine, interlinks his fingers into mine and pulls me upright. "It'll be worth it." He realises what he's just said and how it sounds, and rushes to make amends. "Not...not just because of...that...but because of the view we'll get and how good it'll feel to finally make it, and...mmph..."
This last comes because it's hard to talk when your boyfriend has his tongue wrapped around yours. I deepen the kiss for a minute, then pull out of it, push myself off from where I'm sitting, and run off with renewed vigour. He gasps, surprised, then I can hear him leap up and start running to catch me. I risk a glance over my shoulder, laughing with exhilaration, and he's not too far behind, and the gap's closing...
I drag up some hidden reserve of strength that I never knew I had, and put on one last spurt, leaping over rocks and puddles and thickets of heather, till at last I reach the squat stone column that marks the top.
I swing round, a joking taunt ready on my lips, but he was closer than I thought. Even as I turn he leaps on me, tackling me to the floor, and we go rolling over and over.
Eventually the world stops spinning, and we come to rest in the middle of a large patch of heather. His lips are pressed to mine, his warm body resting against me, and god, I can't believe how much I'm in love with him...
He sprinkles heady kisses all over my face and neck, right up until the moment when I lightly push him off and roll over onto him. I straddle him and kiss him deeply, letting my tongue have its way with his. He moans softly into my mouth, and I slide a hand up underneath his hoodie and T-shirt, feeling the light rain of sweat that covers his body and the delicious warmth of his smooth skin. He shifts underneath me, trying to squirm away, but I shift with him and pull out of the kiss to chide him.
"Ah-ah, koi, remember your promise...", and then I slip my other hand down the back of his boxers and stroke his backside gently. He arches his back, pressing himself into me, and purrs softly deep in his throat - he's so adorable!
He fumbles impatiently with the buttons of my jacket, almost ripping them off in his eagerness. I reach down to help him, and his hand touches mine, and our eyes lock, and I know right then and there that I love him more than I could ever tell him, more than I ever dared to dream I'd love anyone.
He gets the last button undone, then pulls my T-shirt up over my head, leaving me shirtless and shivering. It's not raining as hard now as it was before, but it's damn cold...
I follow his lead, yanking his hoodie and T-shirt up over his head, and I growl at him jealously when his hair comes out still looking as immaculate as ever. He laughs at me, then traces a fingertip lovingly up my naked chest, making me shiver with more than just the cold. I fold his clothes, laying them down behind him to protect his back from the thick heather, then lower him gently down and then myself onto him, the touch of skin on hot skin making us both gasp. His mouth touches mine, his tongue spreading liquid fire inside me, and he pulls my trousers down with such a sharp movement that I squeak. He slides a finger down inside the waistband of my boxers and strokes me delicately, eliciting a soft moan. I shift my hands in response, gliding them down his lithe body, drawing his last few remaining clothes with them until he's completely naked.
Half of me can't believe we're doing this - here, on top of a mountain, in the open air - and the other half is trying desperately to ignore the messages from every part of me saying that I'm about to freeze to death.
That half of me is easily silenced, though - all I have to do is look at him, as incredibly beautiful as he is, and something inside me melts and I don't even feel slightly cold any more...
He looks up at me with those clear blue eyes, and smiles.
"Did you bring..."
I silence him with a finger across his soft, warm lips, and fish around in the pocket of my discarded jacket until I find the jar I brought along just-in-case. I wriggle out of my boxers, unscrew the top from the jar, scoop a small amount out and prepare him carefully...
Eventually, after three fingers have stretched him considerably - not to mention making him squirm and mew in the most appealing fashion - I cover myself with the cold substance, kiss his neck softly and push in. After giving him a few seconds to relax and grow accustomed to the feeling, I start moving...
This time it's even more intense than the last. I move inside him and he moves in response, both of us getting gradually faster and faster. There's no such thing as cold any more - although light rain is still running down my back, our shared warmth is more than enough. I stretch up to meet his lips briefly, then trail kisses down his chest as I continue to pull out and push in, over and over again. I'm near to heaven, and getting closer with every second...
He runs a hand through my hair, pressing my lips onto his chest, and moans softly - his way of telling me he's close. So am I - desperately close - but I don't want this to end at all.
He wraps his legs around my waist, pushing me deeper inside him, and we cry out simultaneously as I hit his sweet spot. That's enough to send him over the edge, and his whole body stiffens and he clenches around me as he empties himself all over our stomachs with a gasp.
That triggers me, too, and I cry out as the pleasure becomes too much and I spill inside him...
* * * * *
We lie there afterwards for a few minutes, sweaty and sticky and getting gradually more and more soaked. Paradoxically, while we (and especially me, since I'm lying on top of him) are getting drenched, our clothes are still relatively dry, shielded as they are by Matt's body.
Eventually, he shifts, and I roll off him, reluctantly ceasing my stroking of his soft golden hair.
"Koi, you seem to have a fetish for getting soaked," he jokes, and I fake a punch at him. "C'mon," he grins, "get some clothes on before you catch cold."
"Says you," I shoot back, but I can't help smiling at him, lying there in the heather looking so perfect with his hair spread out all over the folded-up hoodie behind his head.
However, he's quite right - I set about retrieving my damp clothes and pulling them on while he does the same. My teeth start chattering, but I manage to grab my rucksack and swing it onto my back.
He follows suit, then comes over and hugs me fiercely and unexpectedly, burying his face in my wild hair and inhaling deeply.
"I love you, you know," he murmurs, and I blush.
"Love you too, Yamato-chan," I whisper back, and then a wicked thought springs into my mind and I grin evilly. With one fluid movement, I hook one foot behind his leg and shove him backwards. He squawks in outrage as he goes down, arms flailing, to land in the springy heather. I race off down the mountain, yelling over my shoulder,
"Maybe a little competition'll get you warm, ne, Matt?"
Quicker than I expected, he's up and chasing me, and I'm forced to save all my breath for running - that is, of course, until he catches up. He grabs the strap of my rucksack and swings me round, kissing me bruisingly to distract me as he reaches down my back and grabs the waistband of my boxers.
Even as I realise what he's up to, it's too late, and my entire universe concentrates down onto the tightness and the pain...
"Wedgie!" he shouts, and then he's running away down the hill, feet flying, hair streaming out behind him, laughing uproariously.
I drag my boxers back down into their usual position, then set off after him, yelling threats and curses at him, rage speeding my feet over the ground.
"When I catch up with you, Ishida, you are SO DEAD!" I bawl, and he turns and laughs at me before leaping away down the mountainside again.
I give chase, fury battling with grudging admiration, and both of them fighting with intense desire. Maybe I'll ravish him before I kill him...
A/N: So, what did you think? Personally, I like it - in as far as my chapters go, I think it was pretty OK. If you want to tell me what you thought, there's a 'review' button down around here somewhere...