Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ I saw you dancing in the gym... ❯ One-eighth of a WHAT? ( Chapter 6 )

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

A/N: Here we are at last, the sixth(? can't remember exactly) chapter of I Saw You Dancing. Hope you enjoy it - if you do, go on, you know you want to review

Really Obvious Disclaimer: Still not mine. Boohoo!

"Aa..aa..aa..CHOO!"
As I ruin the sixth tissue this morning, Matt pokes his head around the bedroom door and grins at me.
"Feeling a little under the weather, are we, Tai-chan?"
I scowl at him. "What I don't understand," I articulate carefully, fighting to sound consonants despite my blocked nose, "is why I get a stonking great cold and you get off scot-free. What is it about you that makes you so damn lucky?"
He leans against the doorframe, arms folded, and smirks at me. "It must just be because I'm so damn sexy." He strikes a pose, one hand on his hair, the other on his hip. "I bet someone up there spotted me and thought, 'Hey, he's fine, we'd better keep an eye on that one'."
I can't help but laugh at his conceit. How TK puts up with him day after day is quite beyond me. Then suddenly a sense of foreboding sweeps over me, and I'm scrabbling for another tissue as the sneeze forces its way into my future...
"Aa-CHOO!"
"Did you know," he says conversationally, acting as if I weren't drenching our entire supply of tissues in god-knows-what, "every time you sneeze you experience one-eighth of an orgasm?"
I gape wordlessly at him, and he breaks out in helpless giggles.
"For God's sake, Tai," he gasps when he recovers, "shut your mouth before something flies in." He sobers slightly, then the wicked grin spreads back across his face. "So how many times have you sneezed this morning?"
"Seven..." I respond, and then the implication hits me and I can feel my face burn.
He laughs at me again, then walks over to me, his movements slow and sensuous. He leans down and whispers seductively into my ear,
"Wanna share the eighth with me?"
I turn my head away, trying to breathe lightly, not wanting to give him this awful cold. "Matt... I don't want you to get sick too..."
He grabs my chin and pulls me back round to face him, and his blue eyes lock with mine. He leans in and presses a slow, deliberate kiss onto my lips, then pulls back and stares at me so intensely that I blush again.
"Koi," he admonishes me, "it's our last day, and there is no way that I'm letting something like a simple cold stop us enjoying it. Got that? Now, you just lie there and rest and I'll get packing. Want me to do your stuff too?"
"NO!" I yelp. "I've seen what you do to your own stuff when you pack - it's carnage! Didn't your parents ever teach you to fold things up before you put them in a suitcase?"
He pouts, then leans in to kiss me again.
"I'm telling you, Yama-chan, you'll get ill," I warn him.
"Don't care," he murmurs truculently, kissing my neck and making me purr at him. Without warning, he pulls away and rolls off the bed, leaving me bereft.
"You just concentrate on getting better," he tells me. "I'm off to start packing my stuff."
He's barely through the door when I feel that tiny tickle in my nose that means I'm about to explode again. I grab frantically at the tissue box, and just manage to drag one out in time...
"Aa-CHOO!"
He leans back around the doorway, his eyes alight with laughter.
"Was it good for you?"

* * * * *

Eventually, I contrive to haul myself out of bed and swap my rumpled pyjamas for some slightly less unkempt-looking clothes. I stuff my pockets with tissues and stagger unsteadily downstairs, to find Matt bent over the stove, poking at the contents of a sizzling frying pan. The aroma of frying bacon manages to force its way through my blocked sinuses, and I can feel myself start to drool.
He realises I'm watching him and whirls round, an expression of dismay on his face.
"No, no-no-no," he moans, "you weren't supposed to get up, you baka! I was going to make you up a tray and bring you breakfast in bed!"
"Awww...you're so sweet," I tell him, and I hug him despite my cold. "Why don't we eat it together instead?"
He acquiesces reluctantly, and dishes out the hot bacon, fried bread, poached eggs and steaming mushrooms. What little of my nose remains clear is begging me to dig in, but I can hear my arteries screaming at the thought of so much saturated fat...
What the hell. Let my stomach have what it wants and my arteries can wait. I'll do some exercise later.
Although my cold dulls my tastebuds slightly, it's still delicious - and all the better for having a gorgeous blonde sat across the table. For once his hair has escaped its prison and is actually messy! Grab your cameras now - it never lasts for long. Despite the fact that he doesn't look his definition of 'perfect', he's still absolutely beautiful, half-slouched over his chair, sipping a steaming cup of coffee in between bites.
I seek out his feet with mine, and he yelps as we make contact.
"Damn it, Tai, your feet are freezing!" He pillows his own on mine, and they're so beautifully warm. He reaches across the table, taking my hand with his and pressing his other against my forehead.
"Your hands are cold too, and yet you're burning up!" I eep in protest as he drags me out of my seat and into the lounge, where he pushes me firmly onto the couch.
"Just lie there, you, while I get you a blanket."

The few minutes it takes him to go upstairs and fetch a blanket are torture - I was halfway through that delicious breakfast of his, and the memory of the crisp bacon and firm mushrooms is so tantalising...
I half-toy with the idea of sneaking back into the kitchen to finish off, but think better of it. I can remember how over-protective Matt was of TK during our first adventures in the digital world, and if there's one thing I don't want it's him fussing over me and making me feel all helpless.
Unfortunately, he has other ideas. He comes back downstairs carrying a big, thick quilt and flings it over me, sticking a pillow behind my head to boot, and then rushes off into the kitchen.
"I'm just filling you a hot water bottle, Tai-kun," he calls to me over his shoulder, and I have to refrain from yelling at him that I'm not completely incapable. Instead, I put on my best Matt-manipulation face and whining tone of voice, and proceed to engage Wheedle Mode.
"Matty-kun," I cajole him, feeling slightly nauseous at the sickly-sweet nickname, "you made such a wonderful breakfast for me, and it's going all cold and congealy and horrible. Why don't you bring it in here and I'll finish it off? After all, they do say 'feed a cold and starve a fever'..."
He sticks his head out of the door and growls at me.
"Don't think I can't tell when you're trying it on, Tai. Plus, I don't even know whether you do have a cold or whether it's a fever - and we wouldn't want you to feed a fever, would we now?"
I scowl in his direction, disliking his patronising tone of voice and convinced that he's only doing this to irritate me.
I can hear the sound of pouring water, and then he walks back into the lounge carrying a hot water bottle. Resentment flares up - stop fussing so much! I hate being an invalid...
He slides the bottle under the quilt next to my feet, then drapes himself over me so that we're practically nose-to-nose, arms folded underneath his chin. Even this, enjoyable as it is, annoys me - I've warned him over and over again that he'll only get himself sick if he comes too close.
He starts stroking my hair with one hand, and I resist the temptation to bat it away - my hair's a total mess, but then, it always is.
"It's a shame you're under the weather, koi," he purrs, "because I had some... interesting... ideas as to what to do with our last day..."
He leans in and gently kisses me on the cheek, and I hmph at him.
"I swear, Yamato Ishida, you have a one-track mind. Don't you ever think about anything else?"
He chuckles and starts to lick his way along my jawline. "Iie, of course not! Anyway," kissing my neck, "it's all your fault."
"My fault?"
"Yeah, your fault. I swear you have some sort of influence over me - whenever I get within ten metres of you my brain goes into Sex Mode and that's all I can think about..."
By this time he's kissing at my collarbone and his fingers have found their way up inside my shirt and are travelling over my chest. Hr brushes a finger over a nipple and I squeak, causing him to chuckle at me. Then, without warning, he sits up so he can roll the quilt down off my upper body, then yanks my shirt off over my head. He follows suit, removing his own shirt, and as always his beautiful body has me open-mouthed and drooling. He grins down at me as my eyes rove over his lean, muscled torso, his lanky but strong-looking arms and, finally, up to his gorgeous face and perfect hair. The little cynical core of me wonders where on earth he found the time to do his hair - he was only upstairs for a couple of minutes, for God's sake - and then he leans down, pressing his hot chest against mine and letting his warm lips seek out my mouth. His tongue flashes across mine for a fraction of a second, then he breaks the kiss and leans back. I whimper involuntarily at the withdrawal of his mouth and his warmth, and he smiles down at me with a wicked light in his eyes.
"It's such a pity you're ill, Tai-chan," he says absently. "We could have had so much fun..."
He makes as if to get off me, but I seize one arm and pull him back down onto me. He eeps, and I grab his head and drag him up until his eyes are level with mine.
"Just you listen to me, Ishida," I snarl, only half-jokingly, "you are not about to get me all worked up and then just leave me hanging. Do," I kiss him forcefully, "we," I nibble at his neck, "understand," I tweak his left nipple, "one another?" I grope him, roughly, and he gasps, then smirks at me.
"Why, of course, master," he giggles. "God, Tai, I never knew you could be so domineering..."

Suddenly, his hands are all over me, touching and stroking and massaging, stimulating every sensitive spot I have. I moan as his mouth locks on to one of my nipples and starts sucking furiously, and his hands move lower and lower. He begins kneading the soft skin of my stomach with one hand, eliciting a mew of pleasure, and brushes the tip of a finger across the bulge in my boxers.
"Mmm," I purr. "So... mmph... what exactly did you have in mind?"
By way of an answer, he folds the quilt down further until I'm bare to the knees aside from my boxers, and I can't tell whether the shivery heat is from my cold or the lust or a mixture of the two. He strokes my thigh gently, his fingers making circular motions over the sensitive skin, and I shudder with every circle.
"Oh, I don't know," he says noncommittally. "Something along the lines of this..."
"Ooh..."
He pulls my boxers down and begins licking at me gently. I buck upwards as he hits a sensitive spot, but he grabs my hips and holds me down firmly as he continues to lick up and down my length. I can tell he's trying to tease me, but right now being mad at him is the last thing on my mind...
He's stroking me slowly with one hand while his other continues to knead at my thigh, and his tongue keeps up its tantalising work on my erection.
"For God's sake, Matt," I manage to gasp out in between waves of pleasure, "will you stop taking your time? You're bloody killing me..."
He grins wickedly up at me, and then engulfs my entire length in his hot, wet mouth. I throw my head back and moan as a whirlwind of ecstasy screams its way through my body.
Matt hums, deep in his throat, and the vibrations drive me crazy. I squirm, frantically trying to make some movement, wanting more of the pleasure that he's giving me, but he's holding me too tightly and I can't move a muscle.
I can feel the tension building up inside me, sweat beading all over my body as he swirls his warm tongue around my head. I can feel myself coming within inches of the edge, and I open my mouth to shout his name...
...and the shout turns into a moan of frustration as he removes his mouth. I'm burning with desire, and I reach down to touch myself, desperate to relieve the tension.
He's too quick for me - he intercepts my hands, grasping my wrists tightly and stopping me in my tracks.
"Ah-ah, Tai-chan," he smirks, and I squirm, wanting to punch him, kiss him, turn him over and fuck him till he screams, do something. He's too damn strong - everything I try gets met with unyielding restraint.
In order to grab my hands, though, he's been forced to release my hips, and I buck against him, my erection crying out for stimulation. He laughs at me, then.
"Now-now, koi, try and have some patience," he teases me, and the urge to smack him right in his grinning face boils up again. Before I can resume the struggle, though, he's bending back down towards me...
All my violent impulses dissolve, and I'm completely helpless under his touch as he sucks me strongly, building up a fast rhythm with his mouth. His tongue flicks out to lick at the incredibly sensitive spot right between my 'love-spuds', as he calls them, and I moan and writhe as I feel my body getting so close to orgasm.
He grabs aforementioned spuds in one hand and squeezes gently, at the same time licking rapidly back and forth over the head of my erection. I practically scream as a wave of intense ecstasy crashes over me, and then the white-hot pleasure grows too much...
This time I really do scream, yelling his name over and over in time with the waves of tension and relaxation that course through my whole body as I empty myself into his waiting mouth. With every wave I buck upwards, spearing his mouth on my rock-hard arousal as I release another squirt of my essence into him.

All too quickly, it's over, and my body tries to settle back down to normal functioning. My breathing still rasps in my ears, my heartbeat still sounds like a bass drumbeat, and I'm completely drenched with sweat.
My lover looks up at me, laughter dancing in his azure eyes, and then swallows, slowly and deliberately. I blush, and then he wriggles his way up my body and kisses me. I can taste myself in his mouth, and that only makes me blush even harder.
He pulls my boxers back up, carefully covering my ultra-sensitive ex-erection, then grabs my hand and pulls me up off the sofa.
"C'mon, lazy," he says, the teasing tone back in his voice. "Let's get you upstairs - if you won't let me pack for you, then you've got a lot left to do. Feeling any better?"
I nod emphatically - there's no better medicine for a cold than a bout of vigorous lovemaking!
"Good," Matt smiles. "This time tomorrow, you'll be back on your feet and back in Odaiba - just in time to see the shocked expressions on all our friends' faces when we tell them we're going out!"
He kisses my neck as he helps me up the stairs, but I'm no longer listening. I'm too busy worrying about what our friends' reaction to the announcement really will be...

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