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The Cave	By : Himitsu_no_Tokumei Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10: First Date
            “Yamato!” a cheerful voice yelled. The figure was still a good ways away, running at full speed with a hand waving wildly in the air. The addressed blonde pulled his scarf a little tighter, blushing slightly and acting as if he didn’t hear the other male. “Hey, I was calling you!” the fluffy-haired brunette pouted indignantly, a tanned hand resting on the blonde’s shoulder.
            “I know,” Matt said, huffing as his blue eyes met his boyfriend’s chocolate ones. “And I told you not to call me Yamato, remember, Tai?” he asked, accentuating the other’s nickname (which everyone used). The athlete blushed sheepishly, portraying that he forgot. Fingers idly fiddling with the fluff at the end of Matt’s scarf, Tai suddenly seemed to notice something.
            “Why are you wearing a scarf? It’ not cold out,” he stated. It really wasn’t that cold out (the rain storm bringing a temporary warm front along behind it), even for Matt. The musician blushed deeper and looked away.
            “Because I couldn’t cover the marks you made on me,” he mumblingly whispered, Tai barely hearing it.
            “What? But I thought you could cover them with makeup,” the brunette defended, preparing for the coming accusation.
            “I could easily cover the lighter one,” Matt hissed, keeping his voice down. “But you made the second one so dark I could not cover it up without it being obvious I was hiding something!”
            Smiling sheepishly, Tai looked to the ground for a second before looking around the area. Matt was about to ask what he was doing when he felt the sharp sting of his back being shoved against the nearest building, his hiss of pain drowned out in the lips of his boyfriend, which were now covering his own. Blushing, he was about to return the kiss when he remembered where they were and pushed the other male away, covering his mouth. “T-Tai! Not in public, remember?” he whisperingly shot.
            “No one’s around,” the younger male grinned, licking his lips sensually in a way that sent delicious shiver’s down Matt’s spine while he consumed the lingering taste of boyfriend there.
            “There are buildings with windows and people inside them,” the blonde articulated, blushing deeper as the shiver dissipated, leaving the musician wishing for more.
            “No one will recognize you, we’re too far away,” Tai cooed, moving forward so their bodies lightly touched, once at the knee, second at the thigh (one of Tai’s legs between Matt’s), third at the shoulder, and fourth at the mouth… almost.
            Strong (despite their delicate appearance) hands pushed him away. “Not in public,” Matt harshly reiterated, flinching as he saw the hurt in the athlete’s—his athlete’s—chocolate eyes. “Just tone things down a bit. You’re normal behavior is unusually affectionate so you can still—Ack!—” Tai threw his arms around the pale teen’s shoulders “-hug me… and stuff…” Sad how Tai’s cheek pressed to his disrupted the elegant flow of words the musician normally possessed.
            “But I can’t kiss you,” he more so stated than asked, eyes downcast and moping.
            “Not where others can see, but in private, like at my place when my dad isn’t home, you can,” Matt replied, gently patting the teen’s unruly brunette locks and thinking, which is most of the time. “Tai, we already went over this at the cave.”
            Matt hadn’t even felt the brunette’s hands at work until they deftly removed the scarf, revealing the half-covered-by-foundation purple-ish bruise. “It really is dark, isn’t it?” he asked innocently, running gentle fingers over the marked skin.
            Blush deepening, Matt jerked away, trying and failing to get his scarf back. Settling on slapping a hand over the hickey, he tried again, only to have the soccer player keep the cloth just out of his reach. “Please, Tai,” Matt begged. “Give that back…”
            Smiling, he tossed the soft material to his boyfriend, who hastily replaced it around his neck. “I just wanted to see it,” Tai stated, abiding by Matt’s wishes and keeping their normal ‘friendly’ distance.
            “See what? The hickey?” Matt asked, voice quiet so no ears listening in from the fifth floor (or something) could hear. “You made it yesterday, you should have seen it then.”
            “The proof of ownership,” the athlete responded cheerily, grabbing the pale teen’s hand and giving it a loving squeeze before releasing it. “You belong to me. My mark on your neck proves that.”
            Glowering, Matt huffed and looked away childishly. “Ah, don’t be like that,” Tai whined, knowing very well the blonde was simply teasing him. Still, Matt wasn’t too fond of being looked at like a piece of property.

            “Quit flirting with me in class!” the blonde hissed quietly, slapping the brunette’s hand off his knee.
            “I can’t flirt with you in class, I can’t kiss you in public, I can’t tell anyone we’re together,” Tai huffed, though Kari knows so TK probably does too by now, “what can I do?”
            “Tai, please remember where we are and keep your voice down!” Matt snapped quietly.
            Glaring and grumbling, Tai turned away angrily.
            Matt’s visage immediately softened, on of his hands reaching over to rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Tai, don’t do this, please,” the teenager pleaded. “Don’t do this to me…”
            If the chalk to the head wasn’t a clear enough sign, the voice accompanying it sure was; his conversation hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Yamato Ishida,” the teacher called, causing the blonde musician to swallow hard. “Do you have something you’d like to share with the rest of the class?”
            “N-no!” he quickly replied, holding his hands up defensively.
            “Are you sure you won’t enlighten us?” the art teacher asked (who did she think she was, the literature teacher???), Matt shaking his head in response. “No? Okay, then partner up for sketching, and keep your mouth shut when I’m talking.”
            “Okay,” he sheepishly replied, looking up as Izzy and Mimi approached (he and Mimi had switched back to their original seats).
            “We partnering up again, Matt?” the redhead asked.
            “No, Yamato’s my partner!” an annoyed voice said, strong, tan arms wrapping themselves around the slimmer male’s torso.
            “Tai,” the blonde growled in disapproval, though he thoroughly enjoyed the contact.
            Izzy chuckled at Tai’s ‘mine, don’t touch’ face. Matt was flushed, and though the genius couldn’t quite tell if it was from anger or embarrassment, he suspected the latter. “I’ll just pair up with Mimi,” he stated, getting Tai to back down a bit.
            As the pairs walked outside, Matt made a deliberate attempt to stomp on Tai’s foot, the overly happy male skipping away a bit. “What was that for, Yamato?” he pouted, lip out and eyes big with the start of almost-tears.
            “Stop calling me that,” the blonde shot back, ignoring the look as best he could. “Must you be so obvious?” Huffing, he sat down in the shade of a tree—their tree, actually, which had been Tai and Mimi’s tree for a little while—, pulling out his sketchpad. A strong arm snaked around his waist, fingers reaching up to tug slightly on the end of his scarf. Face flushing again, Matt stuttered, “T-Tai, think of w-where we are.”
            “No one’s paying attention,” the younger teen whispered, breath tickling his boyfriend’s ear before he sensually nipped at it. Said boyfriend had to bite his lip to contain his moan at the sensation. A tongue slipped out to trace the shell of his ear, sending a delicious shiver down the musician’s spine.
            The hand was the last straw, though. Tai’s unoccupied hand moved to his side, massaging the skin as it made its way down to his hip. Jolting to his senses, Matt pushed the other male away. “No! No, no, no! Not in school, Tai,” the blonde repeated, face flushed with embarrassment.
            Disappointment rose onto the athlete’s features, eyes downcast and shoulders slumped. “I just wanted to spend time with you not as ‘just a friend,’” he complained, trying to guilt his boyfriend into complying.
            It seemed to work, for Matt began worrying his lip with his teeth, as if thinking. After several minutes of silence, though, Tai’s hopes began to wane. He was about to start drawing again when a soft voice spoke up. “Do you want to learn ice skating?”
            Blinking in surprise, the only response he could come up with was, “Huh?”
            “I asked if you wanted me to teach you ice skating,” Matt stated more than asked, cheeks deliciously pink and refusing to make eye contact.
            “A-are you saying like a d-date?” Tai squeaked, stuttering.
            “I-I can understand if y-you don’t want to,” Matt replied, equally flustered.
            “No! I do, I do!” Tai gasped, tackling the musician.
            “Hey, get off! Get off!” the older male struggled, trying to push Tai off himself, obviously unsuccessfully.
            Smiling, Tai leaned down and captured Matt’s lips in a short kiss. “It’s a date,” he said lovingly.
            “Yes, yes, now get off!” Matt hissed, the heavier teen obligingly rolling off him. Sitting up and brushing off his uniform, at least the blazer’s green so grass stains won’t show, he thought, he looked back down at his abandoned sketchbook. “I’ll pick you up at four,: he stated, flipping through his improving art. Izzy really was a good teacher.
            “I’ll be waiting, love,” Tai cooed, giggling (yes, Tai giggles sometimes) as the older teen sputtered, blushed in embarrassment, and looked around.

            Walking down the sidewalk(1), with ice skates over his shoulder, with an obviously male teenager beside him, Matt had already heard from three different little old ladies (or maybe one little old lady three different times in three different outfits) what a cute girlfriend he was. To say the least, it was infuriating. To Matt, at least. Tai was enjoying it, even going so far as to wrap his arm around the musician’s waist and trying to kiss him. The teenagers or better seeing people near the old ladies looked on in curiosity or disgust.
            Pinching the hand on his hip painfully, Matt agitatedly growled, “That’s enough, Taichi.” Grinning wolfishly, the brunette withdrew his injured hand, rubbing the red spot for a second before replacing it at his side. “Good, and keep it th-” he was cut off by a tongue in his mouth as Tai snuck a kiss. It was over a second later as the brunette broke away and into a run. “Damnit Taichi Kamiya! Get back here!” the already angered blonde yelled, rushing after the soccer star.
            Like he could keep up.
            Leaning against a building, Matt looked down, ashamed at his anger as Tai cautiously approached. This isn’t that big of a deal. If I really had to run after him, though, I wouldn’t be able to keep up… he realized, the notion not sitting well with him. “I’m not mad, Tai,” he said quietly, the puppy-like male cheering up a bit. “We’re here, anyway, so lets go in.”
            “Alright!” the brunette cheered, hooking their arms and literally dragging the blonde through the door. Matt could only smile at his boyfriend’s enthusiasm. Sure, he knew doing couple things were important to the idiot, but seeing the reaction was so much more entertaining than the imagined ones. Now just to rent him a pair of skates and see how he did. That was going to be fun…
            “We need to go that way,” he said, pointing to the counter to pay and rent skates. Big grin plastered on his face, Tai bee lined straight for it.
            “And what size skates will you need, sir?” the young lady behind the counter asked, looking the soccer star up and down a few times. “Agree to a date and I can get you those for free,” she added, winking seductively.
            Tai scowled at her performance, clutching the arm he held tighter. “I’m already on a date,” he corrected, causing the owner of the arm he held to fidget. “My friend is going to teach me to skate.”
            It took a second for the words to register, but when they did, Matt looked over at Tai in stunned silence. Did he just conceal the fact that we’re dating? the blonde’s mind wondered. It was then he realized Tai had no clue what size skate he should be getting, so Matt removed his arm from the brunette’s and moved to the counter. “Let’s see… he wears that size… so he’ll need… that size,” Matt stated, gesturing to the skates of the correct size(2). The girl looked at him suspiciously, his only answer being, “I’ve been his best friend since we were twelve.”
            Money and skates exchanged hands, and it took Tai a moment to realize Matt had paid for him. “Hey, I can’t have you paying for me!” the younger male protested as they made their way over to the rink. There were already several couples out there, and this did not escape Tai’s notice. Did he specifically choose this because it is a couple’s thing?
            “And why not?” Matt asked, voice quiet as he slipped on the bladed shoes. “I was the one who asked you out, right? Doesn’t that mean I have to pay for this date?” It was hard for him to keep a straight face throughout those lines, forcing the words to roll off his tongue before he had the chance the think about them.
            “Well, that’s because… you see…” he tried, attempting to come up with something that wouldn’t insult his masculinity-challenged boyfriend. Both realized this, and while neither stated it, it was obvious that Tai was going to be the dominant partner in their relationship.
            “Just forget it Tai and try to enjoy yourself. And for goodness sake, put that jacket on, not around your waist. You’re going to catch a cold.”
            Smiling sheepishly, the brunette left his second boot unlaced as he struggled to pull the garment over his head. Amused, his blonde companion reached over and, instead of tugging down on the fabric to help, grabbed Tai’s foot and lifted it up, causing the younger teen to lose balance and fall backwards. “Do you wear skate shoes because you don’t know how to tie them anymore?” he teased, undoing the already tied boot to redo it.
            Finally managing to get his head in the correct hole (helps if he doesn’t try to fit that obnoxious mass of hair through the sleeve, doesn’t it?), he replied with, “I know perfectly well how to tie my shoes!” At Matt’s indication to the mess Tai called a ‘tied shoe,’ he added, “I’m just kind of nervous right now.”
            Finishing the first one and moving onto the second, Matt asked, “Nervous about what?”
            “Well, actually going on a date, for one,” the athlete admitted. “I have never gone on one before, let alone with someone I feel so deeply about. And… well…” he hesitated for a few seconds too long, Matt finishing the second skate faster because he didn’t have to untangle/knot the laces and looking at him with piercing eyes. “I’venevericeskatedbefore!” the male garbled, trying to get passed that intense look that just made him more nervous. “I’m kind of scared I’ll make a fool of myself.”
            Laughing at that, the blonde affectionately clasped a hand on the younger teen’s arm to help him stand. “You will,” he assured, chuckling slightly at the sweet flush of tanned cheeks. “But so did I when I learned. And I had my whole family watching. You only have me, and a bunch of random people who would only give you half a glace if you kissed me right now and don’t you dare even think of it.”
            “Think of what?” Tai asked innocently, taking a shaky step forward while balancing using the arm that still connected him with Matt.
            Chuckling quietly again, the blonde glided the same distance. “You’re supposed to skate, not walk. Thus the reason it is called ice skating,” he teased, spirits high (well, high for Matt).
            “Like this? Wow!” he yelped, landing solidly on his ass and nearly pulling the slimmer male down on top of him as he fell. Matt would have fallen had he not released the brunette’s arm, and while he felt bad for destroying Tai’s safety line, he knew it could have been much worse had he not.
            Extending a helping hand, he waiting for Tai to grasp it and gave the warm hand in his a loving squeeze. “Balance, Tai. Balance is the first thing you need to learn.”
            The next hour went something like this, the two moving inches at a time, Tai taking baby steps (sometimes literally) to figure out how to maintain an upright position on those “cursed slivers of uncontrollable metal,” as Tai liked to call them. Matt couldn’t convince him that “ice skates” was shorter and thus easier to use. Both got a kick out of Matt’s wipe out when he decided to “show Tai how it was really done.”
They were so wrapped up in their fun that they didn’t even realize it as a strange girl made her way over to their bags, rummaging through the contents quickly. Holding a slim piece of metal in her hands, the mystery girl slipped back out the door.
            It was a while later, after they turned in Tai’s skates (he commented on how he almost felt bad to see them go, despite all the problems they gave him before he had figure out how to “command them using his Jedi powers” that Matt simplified by calling skill) and were heading out the door that Matt realized their bags had been pilfered.
            “Matt, what’s wrong?” Tai asked, concerned as he approached the obviously distraught musician. Blue eyes roamed up to meet chocolate, barely noticing the slight dampness to the brunette locks from where Tai washed his face in the bathroom.
            “I can’t find it,” he said, turning back to the object in his lap. “And the rest of the content is disorganized. I think someone went through my bag.”
            “Can’t find what?” Tai asked, worried over what item could bring sorrow to his Matt.
            “My harmonica.”
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