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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 19: The Gift
Matt snuggled closer to the heater in his bed. He didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t really care. It was warm and it was there, that’s all that mattered. The bed was a little lumpier than usual, so he shifted a bit to try and find a better position. It didn’t help much, as if a rock or something was under his back. Lazily opening his eyes slightly, he stared groggily at the tan chest he was pressed again, his foggy mind trying to comprehend what had happened to the heater that was there just seconds before. Open, pale hands moved slowly over that chest, tracing the lines from the other male’s smooth chest to the small creases caused by the slightly defined abdominal muscles. By the time Matt’s fingers found themselves at waist of Tai’s pants his mind had fully snapped out of its sleepy haze. His cheeks were painted red, but his mind was completely content; that part of his consciousness that was still struggling to cope with his relationship with another boy strangely silent. Then he shifted again and that part came to life instantly, as if the dull throb in his lower back had jolted it from its sleep. Too embarrassed to think, Matt buried his face in his lover’s chest, hiding behind his messing blonde hair as he heard the soccer star groan into awakenedness.
Matt started counting his breaths, trying to concentrate on anything other than his quickening heartbeat or the boy he was pressed up against. Strong hands began tracing his back, starting at the waist of his pants and slowly traveling up his spine, over the juts of his shouldblades and to the base of his skull. The feather light touch sent chills through the singer’s body, increasing the pace and shallowness of his breaths. Fingers gently traced his jaw line, causing the air to halt halfway to his lungs. “Yamato, look at me,” the brunette cooed lovingly, tan fingers trying to coax the blonde to look up at him. “I’m up here, not down there,” he teased, finally managing to lift Matt’s face towards him. A light smile touching his lips, the athlete leaned down and captured the musicians, sliding his tongue into Matt’s mouth. Both of his hands moved to tangle themselves in the blonde’s soft hair, tugging gently on the messy strands and awarding him with a mewl of pleasure from the older male.
The moment was broken, though, not a minute later when Matt pushed Tai away, a bright red dusting his cheeks. “Is something wrong?” his lover asked, confused and hoping he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“I-I’m too sore to do that again,” Matt said, immediately realizing he was inadvertently informing Tai that he was getting aroused from just a simple kiss. “A-and I think we should be getting home, before your mom starts to wonder what went on at this party.” And I really need to take a shower, he added silently, feeling his legs stick together as he moved.
“So much for a romantic morning,” Tai joked, his smile showing the good nature of his comment.
Unzipping his sleeping bag, the brunette pulled himself from its confines. Glancing around the now lit cave he spotted something they couldn’t find the night before in the dark, the musician’s shirt. Scooping it up on his way to his bag, he tossed it back to the boy who couldn’t help but a little pain as he sat up. “Thanks,” he replied, graciously pulling the fabric over his head and hugging it to his body. It might be cold from the chilly cave air but it would warm up soon and he’d be grateful for the added layer. “Could you get me my jacket, too?” he asked, trying to contain his shivers. “It’s in my bag.”
“Not a problem,” Tai replied, reaching into the already opened bag and pulling at the first cloth he found. It touched a spot deep in his heart when he saw just what coat his lover had packed. He had accidentally left it at the older male’s house a couple weeks before. It was blue, longer than a normal coat, with two yellow paw prints on the back. Matt had packed his coat.
“I’m kind of cold over here,” Matt said, successfully snapping the soccer player out of his thoughts.
Matt soon found himself encased in strong, warm arms. “I love you,” the brunette whispered sensually in his boyfriend’s ear.
Chuckling a little but returning the embrace, the older male said, “That was kind of random. Where did that come from?”
Tai smiled and lightly pecked his forehead, draping his coat over the blonde’s shoulders. “You can have it,” he said, pulling the front closed. “Take good care of it, okay?”
Hugging the fabric closer to his skin, Matt replied with a quiet, “I will.”
The ride home wasn’t the most comfortable for our poor protagonist. His abused ass protested at the pressure caused by sitting on it, but the musician found he had to grin and bare it. The male beside him still seemed to notice, though, giving him kicked-puppy-dog stares and I’m-very-sorry eyes every few minutes. The looks only succeeded with making Matt feel a little guilty, feeling bad that his discomfort was making Tai feel terrible. Shrinking down into the seat more, the blonde-haired teen whispered, “Tai, it’s okay. I’m alright, so you can stop giving me that look.”
“But I hurt you…” Tai replied, equally quiet with his eyes adverted towards the bus floor.
A blush spread across the blonde’s pale cheeks. “A-and I knew that this would be the results in the morning,” he stuttered, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was paying attention to their conversation. Not that there were many who could be listening in since all of the other four people were towards the front of the bus while the two teenagers were in the back. “The first time is also painful like that,” he added, trying to quell some of his lover’s worry.
Although he still felt the dull pangs of guilt, Tai tried to push it from his mind. Making sure no one was watching the two in the back, he leaned down and gave Matt a chaste kiss on the lips, then pulled the blonde’s head over so it rested on his shoulder.
They only broke apart from each other once they got closer to home and more people piled on the early bus. Tai would have been more than content to stay as they were, close and obviously more than just friends, but he knew the attention would unnerve his lover. Reluctantly separating from his lover, he wasn’t able to touch the musician again until they came to their stop. Stepping off the bus, Matt tripped up on the last step and Tai had to catch him, the soccer star then insisting that he carry Matt’s belongings to his place. A little embarrassed that he wasn’t able to handle things on his own, he walked silently beside the stronger male, also silently grateful for the help.
Giving Tai a small reward, a quick peck on the cheek, for helping him get back to his apartment, Matt waved and closed the door. Leaving his bag in the middle of the entryway, the musician half-ran to the bathroom, feeling far overdue for a good, long, hot bath. At least his dad was at work so he didn’t have to come up with some awkward excuse.

Hiroaki almost tripped over the bag in the way as he walked in the door. Eyeing it curiously, he edged around it and headed towards the kitchen.
Feeling much better, less sore and refreshed, Matt came out of his room towel drying his hair. Walking no longer sent pain up his spine and he felt well enough to clean out his bag and hide all evidence of the previous night’s activity before—
“Took a shower here?” a voice came from the kitchen, causing the teenager to jump out of his skin. “Does the Kamiya’s shower not work or something?”
“I-I left all my hair products here on accident,” Matt stuttered, quickly coming up with a half-truth lie. “A-and you know I can’t go even one day without them.” Having inched over to his bag during his explanation, the musician quickly snatched it up. “Now I have a bunch of stuff to put away, so please excuse me.” Hiroaki watched his son retreat to his room, feeling there was more to the story than the boy was telling him.
There was a knock at the door just an hour later. Since Matt had just sat down to have something to eat Hiroaki sat the paper down and got up to answer it. On the other side was a grinning, overly cheery (even for him) Tai Kamiya. “Come in, Tai,” he said, moving to the side so the brunette could step in.
“Thanks,” he said quickly, toeing off his shoes and rushing into the kitchen. Matt was halfway to taking another bite when his boyfriend intercepted him. One hand meshed into the older male’s blonde hair, the other grabbing his wrist and making it set the fork back down on the plate while his mouth captured the musician’s.
Complacent for a few seconds, lazy blue eyes then caught sight of the other occupant of the apartment and he pushed the other teenager away. “Taichi,” he berated quietly, blushing when he saw the distant, euphoric look on the athlete’s face.
“He already knows, though,” was his defense. Trying to lean in again, he was stopped by a finger over his mouth. “Ah, c’mon Yama,” the boy whined, still giddy from the newest development in their relationship. He knew the blonde wouldn’t be so resistant if his father wasn’t there.
“No,” came the firm reply, the musician taking the bite he had previously tried to. “Just because he knows doesn’t mean he needs to see it,” he said after swallowing, pointing his fork at the overly zealous teenager. “And doesn’t mean I want to show him,” he added quieter.
Huffing a little, but used to his boyfriend’s shyness, he wrapped his arms around the blonde and snuck a kiss through onto his forehead. “Hurry up and eat, I have something for you,” he said, then backed away and pulled out one of the other chairs, turning it so the back was facing Matt and sitting in it backwards. Tai just had to make things awkward…
He had barely finished when Tai was rushing him out the door. It was almost too much for the younger male to wait for his lover to change out of his pajamas and gather up his coat, pacing the room while he waited (and giving Matt a nice, long look as he was changing) before shoving the musician into the hallway and then out the front door. “What’s the rush?” Matt asked as he hurriedly pulled on Tai’s coat, the one the soccer star had just given him that morning. It might be warm for March, but it was still too cold for Matt to be without a jacket of some kind.
“I have something for you,” Tai repeated, grabbing Matt’s hand semi-roughly and dragging him down the stairs. Whatever self-consciousness the musician might have had was lost in his struggle to keep up with his boyfriend without tripping over his feet. Getting pulled down the street and starting to run short on breath, he got Tai’s attention by tapping him on the shoulder and motioned back towards the bus approaching a bus stop. Stopping and shaking his head, the teen replied, “No need. It’s not much farther.” He did recognize that his captive was no as fit as he was, though, and slowed his pace so the boy wouldn’t faint before he could show him his surprise.
The familiar sight of a decommission play set with only the swings really still is good, working order. The place brought a smile to his face. Just short of skipping, the brunette pulled his boyfriend over to the metal structure coated in peeling, faded paint and forced him into one of the swings. Taking the other swing himself, Tai started with, “It might be my birthday, or was my birthday yesterday, but I have a gift for you.” From inside the folds of his jacket, Tai produced a small package wrapped neatly in shiny bright blue paper and a yellow ribbon.
Finding Tai’s excitement infectious, Matt nearly dropped the box as it was handed to him. It was light and small, maybe six inches across, two inches wide, and one tall, rattling slightly when he shook it. Catching Tai’s impatience out of the corner of his eye, Matt couldn’t help but smirk and examine the box a bit more. There were no crinkles in the paper, giving the impression that it was professionally wrapped and the somewhat clumsy teenager hadn’t done it.
“Oh, just open it already!” he practically cried out, looking on the brink of becoming distraught at his lover’s stalling.
Chuckling slightly, he finally started to tug on the ribbon until it came loose and fell to the dusty ground. The shiny blue wrapping paper soon joined it, revealing a plain, brown box that gave no indication as to what was inside. Quite curious by now as to what was in the box, Matt ran a nail down the middle seam to break the tape and opened the small container. And nearly dropped the box again.
“I couldn’t find any clues as to where the old one went, and it took me a while to find another one like it,” Tai explained, a soft, loving expression on his face. “I hope it isn’t late.”
Closing his hand around the box, Matt practically launched himself at the younger teen, throwing his arms around the athlete’s neck and smashing his lips into Tai’s. Startled by Matt’s boldness, for a short moment he didn’t respond. In his momentary paralysis, Tai slipped out of the swing and the two boys fell to the dusty earth. He quickly recovered, though, and eagerly returned the kiss.
Pulling away a moment later (deciding he’d better stop before he heard some kid asking his mommy what those two boys were doing), a light blush on his pale white cheeks, Matt stuttered, “S-sorry.” His grip had not loosened on the box, and it was not lost on Tai when the blonde didn’t offer him his dominant hand to help him back to his feet.
“So you like it?” Tai asked, a gently smile on his face and a genuine sincerity in his voice.
“Of course,” Matt replied, taking a seat in his swing again. Opening the box, he took the gift out of its confines and looked up to the overcast sky. Placing the harmonica to his lips, he let his breath flow through it in long notes, drowning the old, abandoned area with sweet music he hadn’t been able to play for way too long. Sitting down as well, Tai closed his eyes and lost himself in the songs.
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