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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 12: Christmas Surprise
            Matt was standing in the kitchen, nose in a cookbook with one hand stirring something in a sauce pan. He had made this enough times to not need to watch what he was doing, and instead was researching other meal ideas. His dad had called an hour before, informing his son that he would be working late, and Tai had told him before the holiday break even started that he would be busy most of it. So, while he was making enough food for three people, there would only be one sitting down at the dinner table that night. It had happened often enough that he was conditioned to lone meals.
            Setting the book down long enough to throw some spices on the sizzling meat, the blonde’s mind wondered back to the call from his father. It had been meant to sound saddened, as if he was missing an important date, but it wasn’t his birthday, that had passed already, and it wasn’t the anniversary of the divorce. At the same time, while sounding down, there was an underlying tone of excitement which seriously confused the musician. Was he forgetting something?
            The phone ringing pulled him out of his thoughts. Resting the spoon on the edge of the pan, Matt nimbly snatched up the device, pressed the talk button, nestled it between his ear and shoulder, and started stirring the contents of the pan again. “Hello?” he asked, too involved in his book to check the caller ID for who it was.
            “Hey Matt!” the other person cheered.
            Grinning to himself, the blonde resituated the phone with his shoulder so it was a little more comfortable, figuring this conversation would not end any time soon. “Hi, Taichi,” he replied, almost feeling the grin radiating through the phone from the use of his full name. “What made you call? I thought you were busy.”
            “You mean you aren’t?” the normally bubbly brunette asked, shock robbing him of his normal luster.
            “Am I supposed to be?” Matt inquired, tone mimicking his boyfriend’s. First his dad, now Tai, something must be up today, he thought, once again delving into the dark recessed of his brain for the answer. Nothing. Big, fat nothing.
            “Well, I figured you would be, I mean it is…” he slowly trailed off. “Matt, what day is it?”
            “Are you really that stupid to forget?” the musician teased, shifting the phone again as it started to hurt his ear. “It’s the twenty-fifth. Winter break is over in eight days.”
            There was silence for a second, as if Tai was waiting for the older male to say more. “Aaanything else you want to say?” Tai inquired, drawling the a on anything.
            “Not really,” he replied. Placing his book on the counter again, Matt poured in a measured amount of water. Sitting the wooden spoon he was using to stir the meat down as well, he went to make the next part of his meal. “Well, I will say that it is going to get loud for a second because I’m using the beaters.”
            “Okay,” came Tai’s confirmation, followed by the sound of the phone being set down. Whatever conversation was going on in the background was quickly drowned out by the sound of mashed potatoes being made.
            Getting the excess potato out of the beaters, the blonde rushed back to the stove and pulled the sauce pan off the burner. Picking the pieces of meat up with tongs and placing them in a glass dish, he quickly added the ingredients to make gravy. Placing the final pan of green beans on another burner and turning it on, he went back to the phone.
            “Back, Tai,” he said, leaning against the counter and waiting for the beans to boil.
            “Hey, are you alone today?” the brunette asked.
            “Yeah. Dad called and said he was going to be working late,” Matt replied, enjoying the moment’s rest from his normally busy routine.
            “I’m coming over,” Tai said adamantly, no hint of argument available in his voice. “I already asked Mom, she said it’s okay. I’m not leaving you alone today of all days.”
            “Taichi, what’s going on?” the blonde tried to ask, but was greeted only with a quick “bye” and a dial tone. Scoffing at the now-quiet device, he agitatedly replaced it on the dock, moving to the cupboard and pulling out two plates. If the other male was so eager to get over there that he wouldn’t even proper hang up then it should only take him five minutes, just enough time for Matt to finish the gravy and green beans and dish up their plates.
            He had just set the table and was walking into the living room when the front door burst open. Panting and with snowflakes melting on his clothes, Taichi came in just enough to swing the door closed, one hand on the back of the couch for support (A/N: Because I can’t recall if I’ve said this before and I’m too lazy to go back and check, the apartment that I see Matt living in has the door opening to the living room, a wall on one side and a couch placed on the other. The wall opens up where it meets the wall opposite the door into the kitchen, and across from the kitchen is a hallway leading to the two bedrooms.). Neither noticed that the door was actually slightly ajar, only a sliver of space between it and the door, but enough to go unnoticed.
            Catching his breath, Tai practically ran across the space between him and Matt, not even bothering to take off his shoes. Pushing the blonde until he was against the wall, he captured his boyfriend’s mouth before the other teen could protest. A tongue gently lapping at his lower lip, Matt momentarily forgot he was pissed at Tai for wearing his shoes in the apartment.
            Tai pulled back a centimeter, just enough to get words between them. “Merry Christmas,” he breathed, deep passion burning in his chocolate eyes.
            “Wha-” that mouth cut him off again, though this time his was open and that tongue found his prize. So that’s what the whole deal was? It was Christmas? Thinking back, Matt could not remember the last time he had celebrated Christmas. It had to have been before the divorce, because his dad was too busy afterwards to even celebrate his birthday, and he rarely saw his mother. Moaning as Tai’s tongue ran over his, he pushed those thoughts from his head. Thinking back that far never did him any good. Besides, what was happening in the present was much more enjoyable than a holiday he was almost too old for. Smirking against the mouth over his, Matt began to fight back, hoping to retain some semblance of dignity before he became intoxicated with the taste that was purely Taichi. Pale hands found their way into messy-looking locks, grabbing and almost tugging at the surprisingly soft strands. How Tai got his hair to defy gravity without pounds of hair gel Matt would never know. Nor did he really want to. Tai’s hands found their way to the musician’s hips, holding his tightly against the unyielding wall.
            Breaking for air again, the dominant brunette set to work on his boyfriend’s neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh before latching on at that spot that could bring out Matt’s “singing voice,” as Tai liked to call it. One hand falling to clutch at the material on his boyfriend’s shoulder and the other trying not to yank hair out by the roots as a strangled moan found its way passed his lips. “Nnn, Tai… chi,” he moaned, breath coming shallow as the younger male attacked his neck. A tanned arm looped around his waist, the other circling his torso and resting on the pale teen’s shoulder.
            It was then that Matt went rigid, breath caught in his throat and eyes wide. The unresponsiveness confused Tai, for while his body still shivered slightly in anticipation, most of its movement had been halted, and the grip on his shoulder was bordering on painful. Lifting his head from the developing bruise, the brunette turned slightly to gaze into his boyfriend’s terrified face. Gazing back over his shoulder, Tai saw who he so desperately hoped was not behind him.
            Hiroaki Ishida.
            Neither knew for certain just how long the older man had been standing there, but the expression on his face and bag of groceries on the ground told them he had been there long enough. It wouldn’t have taken long for him to figure it out, anyway, not with the two boys making out against a wall and his own son moaning his best friend’s name. He had called claiming to come home late in hopes of surprising his son by actually being home on Christmas. It seems the surprise was for him.
            “H-hi, Mr. Ishida,” Tai nervously stuttered, trying to gulp down his fear and failing. He really didn’t know Matt’s dad well, and could not accurately guess how he would react to a situation like this. If he reacted badly, it could ruin their relationship, and then Tai might lose both a boyfriend and a best friend.
            Tension rose as the silence drug on, no one particularly certain about what to say. Stiffly bending down and retrieving the dropped bag, Hiroaki shifted position a few time before finally speaking. “Why don’t you two go sit down on the couch, I’ll be in in a second,” he stated, awkwardly stepping passed them into the kitchen.
            Almost blue from lack of oxygen, Matt finally allowed himself to take gasping breaths, shivering both from the cold still coming in from the open door and the encounter. Making sure to close the door first, the blonde quickly obeyed his dad’s order and sat on the couch, clinging to his shoulders. Tai stood for a moment longer, uncertain if he should sit close to his boyfriend to comfort him or if it would be better to keep distance between them to avoid pissing Hiroaki off more. The decision was made for him when a shaking hand reached out and grabbed his sleeve.
            Hiroaki entered a moment later, obviously calmed down. His visage was soft as he took a seat in the recliner against the wall, rubbing his temple soothingly for a second before turning to his son. Matt was trying to not look anxious, but the white knuckles in Tai’s sleeve did nothing to hide it. “I’m not mad at you,” he said quietly, releasing a solemn sigh. His words did little to ease his son’s fears, though. “Surprised, but not mad. Look, Matt, I know you need me to say this, so I will, even if I find it unnecessary; I approve.” Shocked, Matt could find nothing to say in response. “I had gotten to know Tai over the years, from the times I have met him and from you, and to be honest I don’t think you could find someone with a better personality and moral code. I know I came off as angry when I told you to sit down, but it was merely shock. I wasn’t expecting to come home to my son kissing his best friend.”
            “Dad, look, I’m sorry,” Matt said, though he wasn’t entirely sure what he was apologizing for. For hiding it? For dating a guy?
            “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, looking from Matt, to Tai, and back to the blonde. The athlete was taking a passive role in the conversation, acting as support for his boyfriend instead of trying to jump in the middle of the conversation like he normally would. “How long?”
            Some of the tension had eased from the musician’s face, and his knuckles were beginning to return to their normal pink color. “About a month,” he replied.
            “Well, at least I wasn’t completely oblivious for too long,” Hiroaki chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “Is that why you started wearing scarves more often recently?” The red tinting of Matt’s cheeks was all the answer he needed. “Well, before we go eat, I guess I should set up some ground rules. I don’t care that you two are together, but I don’t particularly want to hear it,” he said. “In other words, don’t have sex when I’m home, okay?” Matt’s face started burning brighter at that comment, Tai barely able to contain his laughter. Matt’s innocence could be hilarious at times. “And also, don’t do it on the couch, everyone uses it and I don’t want to have to worry about what you two have done there, okay?”
            “D-Dad!” Matt yelled, blushing fiercely. “We aren’t even to that stage yet!”
            “But you will be soon, and I’m just telling you for when that time comes,” Hiroaki said, glad he had succeeded in lightening the mood and already standing to make his way to the kitchen.
            “Dad!” Matt yelled again, obviously embarrassed.
            Tai could no longer contain his laughter.
Not entirely happy, Matt stormed into the kitchen first, irately piling food onto a third plate. Before Tai could enter, Hiroaki pulled him to the side. Almost expecting a hit of some sort, he was somewhat surprised when the older man said, "I know you can't promise to stay with him forever, but if you do decide to leave please make sure you have a good reason. And make sure he understands it well, okay?"
Confused and surprised, he gave a slight nod and was quickly ushered into the kitchen.
What was that about? he wondered.
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