Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Restroom Talk ❯ Restroom Talk ( Chapter 1 )

There are days things just don't start well. That was one of those days to Ichijouji Ken, a 9th grader from a very respected preparatory school in Tokyo.

If there was anything completely intolerable in that school it was skipping classes, and Ken would never consider doing that on a normal day. But that wasn't a normal day; things just weren't good for him. Ken had so much to think about he would hardly be able to pay attention to classes anyway.

Ken had never skipped classes before; he wasn't that sort of guy. So he decided to use the first person's `skipping technique' he knew, and that would be Daisuke's. Ken had heard most of his friends speaking of this kind of thing but Daisuke was the first one to pop in his head, naturally. Daisuke was always the first one he could think of, especially in a day like that.

What was so amazing in Daisuke that could make Ken skip classes? In fact, what was so `amusing' about that stupid guy anyway? Daisuke was anything but the stereotypical Japanese 15 year old. He was annoying, childish, loud, a horrible student and not exactly the best son ever. Why did Ken felt like that about him? Could it be… no. Ken would never let himself be carried away by such thing as looks.

But what else could it be? No way Daisuke's horrifying behavior was enough to make Ken fall in love with someone like -him-!

Ken got into one of the cubicles and closed the door behind him. Placing his bag carefully on a corner it was impossible to see from the other side, Ken sat on the toilet and sighed deeply.

One thing was certain out of all that problems: Ken was in love with Daisuke. It that wasn't true, why would he have woken up in the morning with his pajamas dripping wet and a sticky feeling down his pants? To make it all worse, Ken remembered clearly of the dream he had had that night. And who else could the `protagonist' be but Daisuke?

Ken shook his head nervously. What was he thinking?! That was all so wrong. Boys are supposed to love girls, not other boys. He had learned that since he was little. But then again, love can't be controlled like that. Even if Ken wanted to pretend nothing happened it was tough. The damage was done; he couldn't erase Daisuke's face from his dream. Holding him close, kissing his neck sweetly and touching him all over, even in places not even Ken had himself imagined of touching.

"Oh my God!" Ken slapped himself hard. "If I wasn't already a freak, now I am." Ken muttered to himself, followed by another loud sigh.

Ken was thinking of so many things he didn't hear the restroom's window creak open, nor he saw a person entering the room and walking over to his cubicle. When Ken saw the person's feet he realized just in how much trouble he had gotten himself into. Unless he had a very good excuse, of course.

The person knocked on the cubicle's wooden door and then spoke in a pompous, rather forced, voice.

"Excuse, Mr. Ichijouji. But I wonder if you shouldn't be in class?" the sort of manly voice asked.

"I'm sorry, I just had the urge to… wait a minute…" Ken got up from the toiled and unlocked the door. "I know that voice…" Ken flipped the door open.

Ken wasn't surprised to see Daisuke's brown eyes staring at him, a grin on his lips. Ken sighed more loudly than he had the two times before and raised an eyebrow.

"Motomiya, what are you doing here?" Ken asked suspiciously.

"Oh, you know, I was just passing by and thought I'd be fun to ask you how it feels to skip class? Isn't it fun?" Daisuke asked rather cheerfully.

"No, that's a lie." Ken shook his head.

"Of course it's a lie! I'd never be stupid enough to say such a silly lie to a -genius- like you, Ken!" Daisuke laughed oddly, that made Ken was meant to believe in that lie, in Daisuke's mind.

"If you say so." Ken muttered carelessly.

"Don't be so annoying, Ken. I'm here to help you, see? Your feet were showing. Never sit on the toilet like that, if you insist on hiding in the bathroom. You should stand on it." Daisuke lectured proudly. Skipping classes was one of his very few talents.

Ken nodded to Daisuke's statement and then sat back on the toilet. This time, though, with his feet up.

"Now that's better." Daisuke smiled.

Ken rolled his eyes and tried to concentrate on something else. It was hard for him staring at Daisuke like that, specially after what had happened on the night before.

"Can I ask you something, Ken?" Daisuke asked a little too nicely, in Ken's opinion.

"Sure." Ken answered simply, still avoiding the other's eyes.

"Why are you in here anyway? You look very pale, more than usually." Daisuke asked, still acting very nicely. Ken turned his gaze back to him and blinked quickly, asking for explanations. "It doesn't have something to do with the Digimon Kaiser and stuff, right? Because… well…" Daisuke scratched his chin a stuttered uncontrollably, a blush growing on his face.

Could Motomiya Daisuke really be worried about him? That was very odd coming from Daisuke. Daisuke cared a lot about his friends, just not like that. Worrying openly like that was unnatural for Daisuke.

"Motomiya…" Ken asked. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that… I'm…IAMWORRIEDABOUTYOU!" Daisuke spoke quickly and Ken hardly understood what it all meant. Daisuke sighed and then explained more calmly. "I'm worried about you, Ken. I'm not sure if I'd like to see you suffer anymore about what the Dark Spore made you do in the past. That's just not right. When I was passing by and saw you looking really bad and `kinda sick, I decided to follow you and see what was going on. But… you don't let me see if my suspicions were correct or not. You're so closed it makes me more and more worried." Daisuked shook his head. "I'm being stupid, I'm KNOW. But, damn, I don't like it when you're depressed."

Ken's eyes widened and he found himself in a loss of words. So Daisuke was worried about him, and that made it all harder. Because Daisuke's worried face and flushed cheeks made Ken feel weird, as if his stomach was empty, even though he had eaten breakfast.

Something crossed Ken's mind quickly: could he actually be in love with Daisuke? Maybe the annoying goggle boy did awaken some feelings in him; like love.

Ken got up and walked forward a couple of steps until his was inches from Daisuke. Ken noticed for the first time how Daisuke had his own exact height. How Daisuke's eyes were light brown, and how his naturally spiky hair had an auburn tone. And the goggles hanging on his neck were clean and perfect, as if Daisuke took a lot of care of them.

"Don't worry, Motomiya. I'm not letting that happen again." Ken smiled calmly to see if Daisuke felt any better.

"I thought so. You're not as weak as before, huh?" Daisuke smiled and slapped lightly of the cheeks a couple of times to see if he could stop blushing. Ken smiled more and more widely as Daisuke kept slapping himself. Suddenly, Ken was laughing. And so was Daisuke.

They stand there for a moment laughing until a complete silence took over the room and Daisuke looked away.

At that moment, watching Daisuke's eyes blinking quickly and still bright red cheeks, Ken felt the horrible urge of leaning forward and grabbing Daisuke's chin, pulling the auburn haired boy's face to where he was and then pressing his lips quickly against Daisuke's.

Ken not only had the urge to, but also did exactly what that uncontrollable urge told him to.

When they parted from the kiss Daisuke's cheeks were redder than ever, and Ken's pale skin had reddened a lot.

"Why did you…?" Daisuke looked very embarrassed and kept twisting around his legs.

"I… don't know." Ken answered frankly.

"Well… is it scary if I say I sort of -liked- that?" Daisuke asked, rolling his eyes.

"Not much… as I liked that too."

"You know, Ken… I like you a lot." Daisuke looked back to Ken and grinned. "You're scary sometimes, but I like you." Ken nodded in agreement.

"I like you too, Daisuke-kun." Ken smiled sweetly.

Daisuke moved closed and kissed Ken again. This time deepening the kiss, letting his tongue travel inside Ken's mouth freely, for the raven-haired boy showed no resistance. More than quickly Ken's arms were around Daisuke's neck, and Daisuke's own hands were rubbing Ken's back to pull the boy's shirt from his pants to make way for Daisuke's hand to enter under the fabric of it.

Ken thought it was a little weird at first, having Daisuke's hands in direct contact to his skin. But not much time later he was already used to it, almost craving for more of that wonderful touching.

None of the boys knew what they should be doing next. But since Daisuke seemed more dominant and confident that he could experiment some things, Ken let him have his way. Maybe he could learn a thing or two.

Ken expected a lot of things to happen next, he just didn't expect to feel Daisuke's hand move down to the most private area of his body and cup the most precious part of that area from over the fabric of his pants. Ken moaned just to that simple touch of Daisuke and the other boy noticed quickly and broke the kiss.

"Ken! I never thought you could be so… so… kinky!" Daisuke joked.

"You're not in a very much better position." Ken pointed out, looking down to his pants and how Daisuke's hands were still there, cupping his erection. Daisuke shook his head, embarrassed, and kissed Ken again.

Ken knew where that whole thing was going, but he didn't feel like stopping at that at all. He thought it would be better to wait. If the things got any worse he'd stop Daisuke.

Daisuke's hand let go of Ken's erection and went an even more threatening job: unbuttoning Ken's pants to more `in depth' action. When he was done unbuttoning, unzipping and opening the way, Daisuke let his hand fall under Ken's underwear and grab the genius' needy erection.

Ken was so much different than Daisuke. He was the average genius, who had never really tried any sort of touching. Ken was not only a genius; he was also very `pure'. Ken was about to rush and tell Daisuke his lack of experience, but it was unnecessary. Daisuke stroked Ken's erection a couple of times and the boy had already released all over Daisuke's hand.

The brown haired boy giggled slightly and moved his wet hand to his lips and licked slightly.

"I've always wanted to taste someone else's." Daisuke explained, with a rather lusty look.

"Stop saying that!" Ken demanded, kissing Daisuke roughly.

Too bad Daisuke had no intention on letting Ken take over his position of dominance. The instant Ken made a short pause to breathe he inserted his wet finger in the other boy's mouth, making him taste his own cum.

Ken, unlike Daisuke had expected, used the other's distraction to unzip Daisuke's pants, pulling them to the restroom's neat floor. Ken pulled Daisuke's finger out of his mouth and licked the palm of the brown-haired boy.

"Let's rush things up a bit, I have class." Ken explained, with a smile, while he made Daisuke's hand travel down to his still rather hard erection.

Daisuke grinned and decided not to hesitate. He pulled Ken to the ground to let himself stay on top of the other boy. He moved his head down and gave the tip of Ken's erection a little lick that made the boy moan loudly.

"Weren't you the who wanted to rush?" Daisuke laughed and, without waiting for a response, pushed Ken's leg apart as far as possible and held them on his shoulders. "Ready?"

Ken shook his head negatively. That was the truth, he wasn't ready. If had had the chance he could have prepared himself for that moment, just as he always did and all predictable occasions.

"But go on anyway." Ken explained, before Daisuke could lower the boy's legs. The brunette still didn't seem very convinced of Ken's determination of keep going. Ken smiled, seeing Daisuke's worried face, and calmed him down.

"Well, here I go…"

Daisuke moved his already lubricated fingers towards Ken's entrance and took a deep breath, as he inserted a single finger. Ken closed his own mouth with his hands not to scream.

"I-I'm sorry!" Daisuke apologized quickly to Ken, but the boy shook his head and told him to keep going.

Daisuke inserted a second finger and stretched out Ken's entry the best he could to make the `real thing' be more pleasurable and less painful. Noticing Ken's more relaxed look, Daisuke removed his fingers. It could have been his imagination, but Ken almost seemed disappointed.

The brunette positioned his own hard member on Ken's entrance, took another deep breath and pushed it in. This time, Ken's hands were no use to retain a scream. Ken called Daisuke's name rather loudly and then kept trying to close his mouth with his hands, only letting a few moans.

Ken was surprised a guy could give him such pleasure. The `in and out' movement Daisuke was doing was just amazing. Not much time was needed to make Ken release all his pleasure again, nor much was needed on the next two times for both Daisuke and Ken.

~*~

What seemed to have been an eternity to Ken were mere thirty minutes. Very terrifying yet interesting thirty minutes Ken kept thinking about in his mind as he cleaned his clothes, the floor, the walls and all other things that could reveal to anyone what they had been doing.

Ken picked up his bag from the ground when he finished straightening his clothes and hair, making his way to the restroom's door. His hand had barely touched the doorknob when Daisuke spoke again.

"Ne, Ken." Daisuke called. "What does that make us?"

"Well… gay?" Ken answered, as if it was obvious.

"No, beside that." Daisuke said impatiently, tapping his foot on the floor.

"You mean… boyfriends?" Ken asked, feeling his cheeks warm up a little.

"Yeah. That." Daisuke answered, nodding. "Do you think we can be that?"

"Do you… want to?" Ken turned around to look at Daisuke, who had the most embarrassed look Ken had ever seen. Daisuke was so shy, even though his usual self was the complete contrary of that.

"Yes." The shy boy answered.

"Then… yes, we can be that." Ken giggled, seeing Daisuke's cheerful look emerge again.

Ken left the restroom with a smile and an even more weird feeling in his stomach. He liked Daisuke a lot, and Ken knew it was all going to work out fine between them. They cared too much about one another to hurt the other in any way.