Jealous Boys | By : hair Category: Digimon > General Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"Excellent. I’ll help you win Sora back, and you’ll help me get set up with Hikari. Excellent," a wicked grin slid across the teen’s face.
"You’re like the brother I never had, Daisuke," Taichi chuckled heartedly.
"But, Taichi, you never know, that wish may become reality," Daisuke said.
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During the days following the visit to the beach, Takeru was lighter than air as he re-enacted in his mind over and over again the images and accompanying sensations of being alone with Hikari. He pictured her in his arms as they stood in the seawater near the cliffsides, closer to each other than Takeru ever thought was possible. In fact, as soon as they had returned back to Sora and Yamato’s apartment from the beach, Takeru took a shower with the excuse to his brother that he had to get the salt off, when in reality he stood in the showerhead’s spray and imagined that the smell of Sora’s strawberry shampoo was actually from Hikari’s slices-of-strawberries lips. But Takeru stopped there: he didn’t attempt to taste Hikari’s lips by kissing the shampoo.
Emerging from the bathroom after the refreshing fantasy, Takeru immediately ran into his brother. Takeru yelped in surprise, but Yamato merely grinned. Then the elder Ishida son poked the younger’s chest with his fingertip.
"I thought you had a thing for Hikari," Yamato smugly said.
Takeru scowled and pushed past his brother, "Shut up."
But Yamato followed him down the hall, "I knew it! All along! You’re in love with her!" he immaturely taunted.
It was Takeru who tried to be mature, though he was younger, "Be quiet and leave me alone. Or I’ll knock you down."
"Ooooh! You think you can beat me up, do you? Well, take that!" Yamato socked the back of Takeru’s head with a pillow he had grabbed from the teen’s couch-bed as they entered the living room.
"Bastard!" Takeru immediately recovered and grabbed the second pillow, wheeled around, and smacked Yamato in the side.
"Little weakling!" Yamato teased as he hit his brother back.
Takeru was about to get Yamato at his knees, but suddenly a girl shouted.
"Hey! Knock it off!" Sora’s head poked around the corner of the doorway to the kitchen. "Or I’ll beat you both up!"
Both young men stopped, but then turned back to each other. Yamato smirked down at his younger sibling, and Takeru glared back. Then Takeru turned back to Sora.
"But he started it!" Takeru whined as he pointed at Yamato.
"I don’t care who started it! But you, Yamato, have to come here and lick this."
Both Ishida males’ eyes grew wide.
"...lick what?" Yamato asked coyly as his tongue slipped out the side of his mouth.
Sora gave him a disgusted look. "This, you pervert," she said as she held up a stirring spoon covered in chocolate.
"Mmm! Brownie batter!" Yamato sprang up to go to the kitchen, but before running off, he slammed Takeru with the pillow one last time.
"Hey!" Takeru shouted in protest, but Yamato had already disappeared into the kitchen. Beaten, Takeru dropped down onto the couch and sighed.
Sora strolled over and sat down beside him, Yamato having taken the spoon from her and staying in the kitchen to enjoy it and whatever else was leftover in the mixing bowl. Sora put an arm comfortingly around Takeru’s shoulders.
"Chin up, Takeru," Sora consoled him. "This is just his way of encouraging you."
"Encouraging me to what? Feel even more depressed?" Takeru sulked.
"Stop that," Sora scolded him, "you must realize that there’s going to be many obstacles besides fear of rejen thn that are going to try to turn you away from her." As she paused and glanced up to the kitchen doorway, "Yamato being one of them."
"I heard that!" was the return shout from the kitchen.
Sora giggled, "But Yamato actually does support you going for Hikari, it’s just that he has...other ways...of encouraging you."
"Teasing is encouragement?" Takeru sarcastically asked.
"You expected something different from your older brother?" Sora incredulously responded.
Takeru looked away, "Sort of..."
Yamato bounded in from the kitchen, the last of the brownie batter hanging from the corners of his mouth. "Hey, little brother, I’m just kidding around when I tease you like that. I didn’t know you’d take it so seriously."
"Well, if you felt as seriously as I do about this, then you’d realize how much I do take it," Takeru spat back as he glowered back at his brother.
Yamato was taken aback, "I’m sorry..."
"Forget it," Takeru tried to smile, "I’ll just remember not to listen to you from now on."
Yamato smiled heartily back, "It’s a deal."
Sora clapped her hands, "Good! ruceruce!" and jumped up to head back to the kitchen. But looking at her boyfriend, she noticed something and stopped. "Yamato, there’s something on your face."
"What? Where?" Yamato crossed his eyes to try and see.
"Right here," Sora grinned as she leaned into him and licked some of the brownie batter from the corner of his mouth.
"Ooh," Yamato understood, "is there any more?" he smirked.
"Yep, right there. Hold still and I’ll get it for you," she licked at the other corner of Yamato’s mouth.
"Ooh, that’s nice how you’re cleaning me up. But I think there might be a mess inside too, if you don’t mind," Yamato took Sora’s lips in an open-mouthed kiss.
Meanwhile, Takeru had fled the livingroom, grabbing his coat and Sora’s apartment key, and leaving the vicinity before he could see anymore of Sora and Yamato’s foreplay.
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The next day parted Sora and Yamato, as Yamato had to go to work. A relieved Takeru was free to spend the day relaxed in the comforts of the apartment, while Sora had various errands to run. Takeru spent the time lounged on his couch-bed, reading and thinking about Hikari, dreaming that the pictures of the sexy ads in the magazines were of he with Hikari and not some impossible model pair.
Finally, Sora returned to the apartment to stay for the day; all errands were complete. She seemed harried to Takeru when she walked in.
"Busy day, Sora?" Takeru drawled.
"Yeah," she answered. "But I got everything I had to do done. The funny thing is, everywhere I went I had the feeling that I was being followed," she uneasily glanced over her shoulder as the door to the apartment shut closed.
"Really? Was someone stalking you around town today?" Takeru seriously inquired.
"I didn’t see anyone..." Sora shrugged her shoulders. "Must be just my imagination. Anyways, I’m going to go take a shower before I start on dinner."
Takeru stood up and stretched. "I think I’ll go for a walk around the block, just to stretch my legs," he decided.
Sora smiled, "Sounds good. Here’s my key. See you later," and she wandered off down tallwallway towards her bedroom.
Takeru pulled on his running shoes and stepped out of the apartment, turning the knob to ensure that he had locked it. He grasped the knob to pull the door closed as he left, and he turned to leave down the stairwell that was right next to the apartment. But then he heard a scuffle down the hall in the opposite dtiontion. He whirled around to look, but could see no one. Just the elevator doors closing and a huge decorative plant that was shaking a little. But since he could see no person, and he assumed that the plant’s movement was affected by the air conditioning, he chuckled to himself as he headed to the stairwell.
As he walked he released the doorknob, assuming that the momentum would shut the door. He didn’t realize that there wasn’t enough momentum, and as he hurried down the stairs the door stopped moving and failed to be closed.
At that moment, as soon as Takeru had disappeared, a figure emerged from behind the huge decorative plant near the elevator doors. The person rushed down the hall, towards Sora and Yamato’s apartment, but slowed when he realized that the door had not shut.
The young man laughed to no one as he grasped the doorknob and pushed the door open. A tall man, his head of bushy brunette hair just touched the top of the doorframe as he stepped inside the apartment. He could hear a shower on, and a sweet feminine voice singing softly. Again the person chuckled to himself as he turned around and ensured that the door was completely and securely locked closed.
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"...I never thought I'd change my opinion again...but you moved me in a way that I've never known...you moved me in a way that I've never known..." Sora sang along to the tune carrying on in her head. She didn’t care how loud she sang: she knew no one was in the apartment to sarcastically applaud her efforts.
As she sang away she rubbed body wash all over her supple, naked flesh, reveling in the rough feel of the water nailing down from the showerhead. She remembered she heard somewhere that a cold shower doesn’t hinder arousal, but amplifies it, and mused that hot water was even better. She moaned and heard the rhythm in her head pick up again, so opened her mouth to sing again.
But then she started, as she thought she had heard a door shut. Nervously, she looked over her shoulder, then reached out to draw back the shower curtain. She recalled how during her errand run she had felt like someone was following her, and felt that feeling now.
"Takeru? That you?" she called out as she stared at the slightly ajar bathroom door that led to her and Yamato’s bedroom. She reached to turn off the water, but as silence only greeted her question, she laughed to herself and shrugged the uneasy feeling away. Thinking she was just being foolish, and that Takeru had already left as he said he would, she drew the curtain closed again and resumed her shower.
The song in her head had continued without her, so she sang the lyrics that accompanied it, "...but straight away you just moved into position again...you abused me in a way that I've never known...you abused me in a way that I've never known..." she started to lather up her face and kept her eyes closed.
Then she heard another strange sound, and made the song she was singing flee from her head. She heard a creak, which was a familiar sound to her. The sound was one which had, times before, alerted her that Yamato was trying to sneak into the bathroom to join her in the shower. It was the bathroom door opening. And, like times before, she assumed that Yamato was agaoingoing to attempt to join her in the shower.
"Yamato, I thought you had to go to work," Sora confidently scolded as she ignored him and continued lathering up. "Did you lie just to surprise me?"
She heard a low throaty male-voiced growl in response, and smiled that Yamato was playing predator again.
She giggled lightly, airily, and decided to play his game, "Why don’t you come join me?" she said sexily, and immediately the sounds she heard were of clothes rustling and a loose belt buckle crashing to the tile floor.
She laughed again, "If I were you, I’d have already stripped down. Then again, I am already stripped down. And very wet," she sighed suggestively.
She heard another animalistic growl, this time right outside the shower curtain. She opened one eye and saw a very manly silhouette formed against the curtain. Then she shut her eye tight again, like the other one, so as to tease her lover further. She knew how much he liked to see her eyes when he was ministering her, and decided to taunt him until he made her get off.
"...so? Come on in," Sora demanded, her hand reaching out to find the curtain edge. But suddenly the curtain was dragged urgently open, and just as quickly was closed again. The only difference to the bathroom environment now than before the invitation Sora made was that she was not alone in the shower.
Sora smiled as she smelled the intensely male musk that had joined her under the water. "Mmm, that’s nice, isn’t it?" she asked her manly shower companion.
She heard a throaty sound, weak with desire, as an affirmative. But he didn’t even attempt to touch her.
"Come on, now, don’t be a stranger. You’ve done this before," Sora reached out and her hands touched lean torso muscle. "Touch me," she ordered.
Immediately a pair of callused hand seized her shoulders, then slowly slid down the front of her chest, around to her ribs, over her hips, to her thighs, and another turn brought them to rest on her butt. Then the hands pulled her towards their master, pressing soft feminine breasts to toned masculine chest.
Sora moaned, "My, aren’t we horny." She could feel a male member, half-hard, prodding her inner thighs.
Another throaty grunt of approval. But no other movements.
"Silly, do I have to tell you how to do it? Well, if that’s your game...kiss me."
Thick lips descended on Sora’s mouth, and hungrily nipped at her lips for a second before parting.
"That’s even better. Do that everywhere on me," Sora commanded.
He didn’t need to be told twice. She could feel suction and hear suckling sounds emitted along her jaw, on her neck, against her collar bone, on top of her shoulder, at the edge of her elbow. The place she liked best where he kissed her was her earlobe, which he had drawn into his mouth and worried with his teeth. At least, she thought she liked it best, until he discovered her taught nipples. Between every searing hickey she moaned or sighed and ground her body against his. And this encouraged him.
He was waiting for her order. She was starting to dislike this game where he got her all bothered but then stopped to hear for her go ahead. But she figured that this would deliver in the end, and so continued to play along. "Kiss me there."
And she thought she’d lose her mind over all the pleasure he was redeeming her between her legs. Instinct made her raise one leg and throw it over his shoulder as he knelt before her, while her hands raked though his great mop of thick wet hair. Thick lips nipped and pecked and smooched and Frenched her, and she realized that Yamato had never been this inventive before. Between moans she managed to gasp out, "Where’ve you been getting your ideas, that Sex Diaries magazine?"
A throaty growl of response, as manly as it was, pushed her over the edge, and she screamed out as she climaxed. She wondered if he could taste her over the continuous shower water spray.
"Oh, that felt so good," Sora panted as she came back down, and her leg was pushed off his back as he stood up. She was still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm when he crushed her body between his and the shower wall, and used one hand beneath her bottom to lift her up off her feet, Sora instinctively throwing a leg over his hip, while a finger of his other hand plunged deep inside her.
"...more..." Sora moaned quietly as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, deep enough to leave little crescent moon-shaped marks there tomorrow.
His lips sought her neck again while her hands moved down to squeeze his butt. Then she felt him near her entrance, and smiled that he had taken this move without waiting for her order. Just as she felt his tip against her folds, she decided to do something fom.
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