Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Stuff ❯ One-Shot
Okay. What the fuck is going on?
I mean, I've always been close to Tai. He gave me his goggles, his crest, his friendship... And yes, he's my hero, not to mention my role model.
It's just...he's been acting weird lately. Really weird. Like, he touches me more than usual. Backslaps, hugs, that sort of thing. Whenever he passes me in the corridor he grabs me and messes my hair up.
Other things, too - I'll catch him staring at me out of the corner of his eye, and he'll look away and pretend it never happened. He keeps asking me if I want to 'hang out' and 'do stuff'. Every five minutes - "Hey, Dai, how about you come over sometime, and we can hang out and do stuff?"
Is he...flirting with me?
Oh shit. Here he comes. I wonder if he can tell I've been thinking about him. Head down, hunch shoulders, and maybe he won't notice me.
There he is, walking towards me, looking so incredibly sexy in his school uniform. Sometimes I just want to rip his shirt off and screw him in the middle of the corridor, in front of everyone.
Patience, Taichi, patience. He'll get what's coming to him.
I wait until he's almost passed me, till his shoulders slump with relief, and then I reach out and snag his arm. He squeaks adorably, protecting his head with both hands as I pull him towards me. Of course, it doesn't do him any good - it's the work of a moment to yank them away and thoroughly mess up his hair.
He yells and struggles, and I'm forced to let him go before I get an elbow in the crotch. "Hey, watch what you're doing!"
He scowls at me. "If you weren't such a baka..."
I cuff him lightly on the ear, not enough to hurt but enough to warn him. "Oi. Watch your mouth."
He subsides, pouting - damn, boy, if you were any cuter you'd be up against the wall by now! I release him and put my hands in my pockets, trying to look nonchalant.
"So..."
Dai glares at me, trying to do to his hair what it usually takes a comb and a handful of gel to achieve. "What?"
I shrug. "Oh, nothing. I just wondered if you wanted to come over tomorrow - y'know, as it's Saturday - and...oh, I dunno, just hang out and do stuff."
He freezes like a startled rabbit. "Uh...I guess..."
Cheering inwardly, I tilt my head. "Well?"
"I...I'll talk to you later," he blurts out and runs off. I watch his retreating back - well, maybe a little lower than his back - and chuckle. That boy has no idea what he's in for...
Ohshitohshitohshit. Saturday. Not just 'sometime', not just 'soon', but Saturday. Tomorrow. He wants me round tomorrow. What the fuck am I going to do?
I know. I'll go and talk to Matt after school. He'll know what to do. He always knows what to do.
Ugh. Damn algebra. I don't do linear thinking, okay? It's not my thing. There's no creativity to it. And as if it's not enough that I get tortured with it in class, they make me bring it home and spend precious songwriting time on this crap.
Which is why the knock on the door comes as a relief. I throw aside the book, giving the algebra one last glare, and open the door.
It's Davis, looking dazed, scared, and generally unnerved.
"Hey, Matt."
Concerned, I put my arm round him and lead him into the room. "Hi...you okay? You look a bit upset."
"You think?" He sits down on the end of my bed, narrowly missing the hated maths textbook, and puts his head in his hands.
"What's wrong?"
The reply is slightly muffled. "It's Tai."
Tai? "What about him?"
"He's being weird."
Okay, Dai, gonna need a little more than that... "Weird how?"
He lifts his head and looks at me with pleading eyes. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"
Oh god, it must be bad if he's that worried. "Of course not; I promise."
"He's..." He looks away as if embarrassed. "He's flirting with me."
My mouth drops open. Tai, flirting with Davis? I mean, I knew he was gay, but...Davis? The kid idolises him! "...Are you sure?"
He nods unhappily. "He wants me to go round tomorrow so we can 'hang out' and 'do stuff'."
Ah. That sounds like Tai. I put my arms around the unfortunate boy, resting my chin on the top of his head, and curse Tai silently for being such a total baka. "And you don't want to?"
"No...I mean...I don't know!" The kid's almost crying. "You...you still promise you won't tell anyone anything?"
What's he on about? "I already told you, I promise!"
"I like boys." Then the poor little guy bursts into tears, great hiccuping sobs that rock his whole body.
"Hey now, shhh. There's nothing wrong with that," I murmur into his ear, rocking him gently back and forth. He quietens slowly, till the tears have stopped flowing and his breathing's almost under control.
"I never told anyone before." Dai wipes his nose on his sleeve; his eyes are red and slightly puffy. "It's just - I like Tai, but I like...someone else...even more."
"Who?" Wrong question to ask; he turns his head away and scrubs at his eyes. "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me."
"Why not? You deserve to know."
What? "Why?"
He looks back at me, his brown eyes big and wide underneath his cinnamon-coloured fringe. "Because...because it's you."
"Oh." I can't think of anything else to say. He turns away again, angrily this time.
"I'm sorry. I'm so stupid."
I risk putting a hand on his shoulder. "...No, you're not. I just...I'll talk to Tai for you, okay?"
"Okay," he says, not turning round. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." What the hell do I do now? I don't want to let him down, however gently, not in the state he's in. I'm gonna kill Tai when I see him. "And you're not stupid."
Still sniffing, he gets up off the bed and makes for the door. "I'll phone you when I've spoken to him," I call after him.
"Sure," he mutters as the door swings shut behind him.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming already!" Jesus. Whoever's out there is leaning on the doorbell pretty fucking hard. Wonder who it is...
Oh. It's Matt, and he looks slightly pissed. "Hi."
"What the fuck d'you think you're doing?" Hey, Tai. Long time no see. How's my best friend these days? Talk about straight to the point.
"Me?"
"Don't play innocent." He elbows his way past me into the house. "I just had Davis Motomiya crying into my shoulder because of you, you selfish baka."
Shit. "Why?"
He throws up his hands in frustration. "Because you want to screw him! Why the hell d'you think?"
Ouch. Caught red-handed. "What makes you think that?"
He looks at me, and I know I'm not fooling anyone. "You asked him if he wanted to 'hang out' and 'do stuff'."
Even though the act isn't working, I still try and keep it up. "So what? We were going to watch a movie -"
"Like hell you were." He gives me an accusing glare. "The poor kid was in tears, Tai. He didn't know what to do. He's only just realising he's gay, and then you come along and invite him over for a quick shag!"
Oops. "Um..."
"Too fucking right."
Hang on. He's far too angry for this just to be about Dai. What else is going on here? "What did he say to you?"
Matt glares at me. "Like I'd tell you that."
"You said he told you he was gay. So what's the problem? Doesn't he like me?"
He frowns in exasperation. "Leaving aside the fact that you're corrupting an innocent little kid for a second, yes, he likes you, but..."
"But?" I think he realises he's said too much, but maybe he'll keep going.
He shifts uncomfortably. "I can't tell you."
Damn. "Then I'm going to keep chasing him."
"For god's sake, Tai!"
I fold my arms stubbornly. "Then tell me why I shouldn't."
He struggles with himself for a moment, then looks down at the floor. "Because he likes someone else."
Oh, oh-ho, I see where this is going. "Someone else...you mean he likes you?" Bingo. The look on his face says it all. This is too good to be true. "And you like him back?"
"Don't be stupid. You know I don't swing that way."
I chuckle. "Still in denial, then?"
"In your dreams."
In two strides I'm across the room and kissing him. I get a moment's grace while he's in shock, and then he shoves me off and glowers at me.
"You're a slut, Kamiya."
I grin at him. "It took you this long to realise? C'mon, Matt, give it up. Denial's an ugly place to live."
"Fuck you."
I wrap my arms around him, ignoring his struggles. "Any time."
"Jerk." Funny - he doesn't look quite so threatening this close to. I kiss him again, and this time there's definitely not as much resistance. And...oh, hel-lo. Is that a rocket in his pocket or is he just glad to see me?
"Stop it." He tries to push me away again, but I'm stronger than he is. In the end all he can do is scowl at me.
"Stop what?" This time I run my tongue gently across his lips before kissing him.
"That."
"Why?" Another kiss, this one deeper and longer.
"Because I said so."
"Say please." Getting steamier now, and the fight's going out of him.
"Bastar-mmph!" I slip my tongue into his open mouth, squeezing him tight, refusing to let him get away - and thank god, he's responding. I grind my crotch into his and get a muffled moan as a reward.
Eventually I pull away. "Still straight?"
"Go to hell."
"Is that a no?" I snigger evilly. "Oh, this is just too perfect. I want Dai, Dai wants you, and you," I roll my hips into his again, eliciting another moan, "definitely want me. So...how about a threesome?"
I snatch up the phone, not even giving it two 'I have a life' rings. "Hello?"
"Davis?" That's Tai's voice. What the hell is going on?
"What do you want?" There's a second's confusion on the other end, and then Matt's voice comes on, sounding a little strained.
"Davis, it's okay. Really. Come round tomorr-" There's an unidentifiable sound, a quick intake of breath, and then Matt again with a note of desperation in his voice. "Now. Come round now."
Is that Tai chuckling in the background? "Matt? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I promise. Just come round."
"Why?"
"Oh, just so we can hang out and do stuff." Then the phone line goes dead, and I'm left sitting on the stairs, wondering for the second time today what the fuck is going on.
Oh well. If Matt says it's okay...
The door is open almost before the echoes of the bell have died away, and Matt is standing on the other side, looking a bit dishevelled and slightly flushed. "Um...hey, Dai."
"Hey." I try and peer around him to see if Tai's around, but he shifts to block my view. "What did you want?"
He turns aside and gestures for me to come into the room. I can't see Tai anywhere; even so, I step forward cautiously. Matt moves up to take my jacket, saying as he does so, "Oh, nothing really, just -"
My jacket slips off my shoulders; there's a blur of movement behind me, and then both my hands are pulled behind my back. I can feel cool metal on my skin, and there's a sharp click.
Even as I struggle against the handcuffs, Matt walks around in front of me, looking slightly ashamed. "Sorry about this." He leans in and gives me a light kiss on the cheek. "But I think you'll maybe forgive me."
The cuffs are well made, and my hands are completely useless. Matt takes me by the elbow and tugs lightly; I resist for a second, then realise that there's really no point. Whatever he has planned, there's nothing I can do about it except wait and hope for a chance to get away.
If I want to. Even though a large part of my brain is screaming blue murder, a tiny part of me is saying the guy you have a major crush on just kissed you. Is this really such a bad idea after all?
Matt leads me over to the stairs and helps me up them - it's tricky to balance when your hands are cuffed behind your back. We turn right on the landing and he points me towards the second door on the left, which is slightly ajar.
Warm arms encircle me as I pass through the door, and a soft, seductive voice whispers in my ear.
"Davis. How nice of you to come."
Tai. My head is completely spinning - my feet want to run, my stomach wants to throw up, and...another part of me wants to stay and find out what they have planned...
Hell, I'm fifteen. That bit of me's supposed to overrule all the others, right?
Even so, I'm shaking; Tai pulls me closer and strokes my neck lightly.
"Don't be scared, Dai." That's Matt, murmuring into my other ear. "We're not going to hurt you."
"Much," Tai chuckles, bringing up a pair of scissors. My eyes widen and I open my mouth to protest, but all he does is slide them up inside my shirt and start snipping at he fabric. Not that I'm completely happy about that, but it's an old shirt, and besides I thought he was going to do something much worse with those scissors...
Eventually the cut reaches my neckline and he peels the shirt away from me, leaving me half-naked and helpless. He takes my arm and leads me over to the bed.
Something inside me rebels and I pull back, but Matt is there next to me, warm hands sliding up my back. "It's okay," he murmurs quietly, "you don't have to be scared. We'll be gentle."
"All right," I whisper back, as he guides me down onto the bed and wraps his arms around me. Tai's somewhere out of sight, but that doesn't matter any more as Matt leans forward and kisses me full on the lips.
Oh, god... His lips are warm and soft, and he tastes slightly minty. His tongue slips through and circles my lips; I instinctively open up, and then get blown away as he slides it into my mouth. Even the restricting handcuffs are forgotten as he swirls his tongue around mine, his hair brushing across my forehead.
Hot skin against my back; Tai's lying behind me on the bed, so close I can smell his scent, musky and masculine. A second pair of arms, these ones bare and muscular, loop themselves around my waist as Matt pulls away and slides off the bed.
"Now then, sweetheart," Tai chuckles, "looks like those pants of yours are a little tight. Is it okay if I take them off?"
"Yes," I manage, my throat completely dry.
"Great." His hands glide over my stomach, tickling and kneading my skin, until they reach the top of my trousers. He undoes then carefully, then slides them down and off.
"Boxers too?"
I can only nod; I don't trust my voice any more.
He insinuates a finger under the waistband, and a tingle runs through me at his touch on the sensitive skin. I must've shuddered, because he laughs quietly and strokes with the back of his knuckle. Then the boxers are down my legs and around my ankles, and I'm entirely naked.
Then Matt returns, lowering himself onto the bed in front of me. He's naked apart from his boxers, and I can't believe how beautiful he is. His slender, well-defined body makes me even harder than I already am; his legs, too, are long and perfectly formed. And the way he kisses me is wonderful...
His hands are on me, rolling me over onto my back. He snuggles up to me, placing one leg over one of mine and stroking lightly at my chest. While he nibbles on my ear, Tai kisses my chest, then moves down towards...
Oh, fuck... When he takes me in his mouth, I can't help arching my back and crying out. The feeling is so incredible, as he sets up a rapid head-bobbing movement and flicks his tongue against the head of my cock. I bury my face in Matt's neck, hardly able to breathe; he cradles me in his arms and plants little kisses in my hair.
For a minute or so all there is is this incredible pleasure of Tai's mouth on my erection, his lips moving up and down my shaft. Then I feel that tickle in my balls, the signal that the build-up has started. My moaning speeds up; I'm panting now, each breath filling my nose with the aroma of Matt. And then, oh god, oh god...
Oh...what the...?
Tai has stopped, and is grinning up at me, licking at the crease between my leg and my crotch. My cock strains against thin air, surging with unsatisfied need. Sweat is pouring off me, and he won't give me what I want...
"Now you see why we handcuffed you," he says conversationally. "Can't have you spoiling the fun, can we?"
I glower at him, desperate to cum, but he just laughs at me. Matt's no help, either - I turn a pleading look on him, but he just smiles.
"Trust me, it's worth it," he says, and then goes back to kissing my forehead. Fuck, I hate being teased!
Then Tai takes me back into his mouth, and all the frustration disappears again...
"Fuck!" I shout in exasperation as for the fifth time Tai refuses to let me cum. My balls are aching, my cock is on fire, and he won't let me cum.
"Language," he murmurs, kissing my stomach inches away from where every single drop of blood in my body is concentrated.
"I think that's enough," Matt murmurs, and I sigh with relief. God, please let this agony end...
"Okay, okay," Tai says, mock pouting, then addresses me. "Dai, you ready?"
"YES!" I yell, and then he leans back down again...
Even as his lips reach the base of my shaft on the first downstroke, I'm there. I push back against Matt and let out a strangled cry as all the desperation floods out of me in one incredible squirt. Every muscle in my body contracts, arching my spine and straining my arms against the handcuffs as more explosions follow, slowly draining me of all the tension and need.
Tai swallows, then smiles up at Matt. "I think he's ready."
I wince as Matt inserts a third finger into me. Despite the lubrication, it's a tight squeeze - and it's going to be even tighter when he puts that inside me...
He's big. Not just big, but big. Tai's not exactly small either - he's sat level with my head, his completely shaved erection inches from my face.
Strange, that. For a guy with so much hair on his head, he certainly doesn't like any anywhere else. Apart from that massive thatch up top, he's entirely shaven. And it looks good on him. Although all the muscles and all the tan and all the macho-soccer-star stuff doesn't make him a patch on Matt. Matt is gorgeous. So beautiful...
He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper in protest; he hooks one of my legs up over his shoulder, then moves forward slowly.
I breathe in sharply as his head brushes against my opening. Part of me wants to back out now, but that feels so damn good...
The next feeling is pain, and lots of it, as he pushes in slowly. My fingers tighten on each other, striving against the handcuffs, and Tai leans forward to put a hand on my forehead.
"It's okay, Dai. Just relax."
Gritting my teeth, I force myself to open up for him, and Matt responds by sliding in a little further. Gradually, bit by bit, he moves deeper and deeper into me, until his body is pressed against mine and he's full-length inside of me. It doesn't hurt now - there's just this incredible feeling of fullness, completeness.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulls out, then pushes back in. Then again, speeding up slightly this time. There's pain, but it's drowned out by the pleasure he's giving me.
"You have really nice legs, Dai," he murmurs, and I feel his mouth on my calf muscle, licking and biting at the fine hairs. Then he leans forward slightly and starts thrusting in earnest.
Almost overwhelmed by sensations, I stretch up, bringing my lips to Tai's cock and returning the favour he did me a few minutes ago. As Matt drives in and out of me at one end, Tai does so at the other, in and out, in and out, the rhythm speeding up inexorably...
It can only end one way. Tai cries out, spilling his hot bitter essence over my tongue; moments later, I feel my own cock surging as I shoot a second load over my stomach. Matt follows shortly after, filling me with warmth; he collapses on top of me, and all three of us come together in a sticky, sweaty tangle of limbs.
Tai is the first to recover, and there's a wicked grin on his face.
"So...want to come over tomorrow? We can, y'know, hang out and do stuff..."