Boredom Is Contagious

A/N: So, this was written a while ago. I still have the original copy. ^_^ I wrote this story under the name Chibi Reaper Death Chan. I just changed my name, in case anybody cares. But, if this story sounds familiar, then that's probably why. Now, as a little treat, after I've posted this, the original version will go up afterwards. XD

Some warnings: Inappropriate use of cake frosting. ^_^ As usual in my yummy yaois, there's anal, oral, and a little boredom. Heh. But this story isn't boring, I assure you. Enjoy.

MUSE: FROSTING!!!! I REMEMBER THIS STORY!!!!

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

The minutes ticked by slowly, and Yamato found each passing moment to be more insanely boring than the last. He was counting the minutes until Taichi's soccer practice came to a close and they could spend some quality time together. If Taichi thought the blonde musician was going to give him time to relax, he was sorely mistaken. There was a jar of vanilla icing waiting for them in the fridge, and Yamato was going to use it all up on that delicious caramel skin.

As soon as the clock reached 3 o' clock, Yamato pushed himself up from the couch, shut off the television, and stomped his feet into his shoes. He threw his house keys into the pocket of his pants, then left the apartment quickly.

School had just let out for summer vacation, and two weeks of no school stretched out in front of him. Fortunately, Taichi's coach deemed it necessary to have practice at least once or twice a week. Taichi seemed overly enthusiastic about this news-the brunette loved soccer more than his own boyfriend-and made a point to tell Yamato that they would be busy for the whole two weeks, minus his practice days, of course. This just so happened to be one of those days.

Today was especially warm, and Yamato had decided to don himself in a black mesh tank-for Taichi's benefit-a pair of camouflage shorts-Yamato never wore shorts, ever-and a simple pair of flip-flips. As of late, Taichi's choice of clothing style had been rubbing off on him. The shorts he was wearing were actually the brunette's, not his.

Yamato made his way down the hallway, towards the elevator and hit the down button. It took a few moments for the elevator to open, and when it did, his neighbor, Kimiko, was on the other side. She was only nineteen, and she lived alone. She knew all about Yamato and Taichi, and the two boys knew all a bout her. Sometimes, when Taichi was over and they weren't doing anything "naughty", Yamato would invite her over for some dinner, since she couldn't cook herself. What brought the three of them together was the fact that Kimiko was just like Taichi, into soccer and what not. A plus was that Kimiko had a girlfriend, Hanajima, who played the guitar and loved to cook. It was like they were the same people, but just different sexes.

"Hey, you. Going to meet Taichi?" Kimiko teased, greeting Yamato with a quick peck on the cheek before exiting the elevator. She walked backwards towards her apartment, her hands clasped behind her back, smiling at Yamato. "Tell him 'hi' for me okay, Yama? Hana and I won't be around for a few weeks."

"Eh? Why not?" Yamato called, as Kimiko moved further down the hall.

"That's a secret!" She giggled, before the elevator doors caught off Yamato's sight and he was forced to stare at his reflection. The blonde musician hit the button for the lobby, and waited patiently as the elevator started to move. He hummed a little to himself-there was no elevator music-and was starting to put words to his humming when the doors slid open. He made his way across the marble floor and passed through the double doors that lead outside.

The school was at least five blocks from his apartment, which meant he would meet up with his hyperactive lover halfway there, if he timed everything right. There was a small park between his apartment and the school, and Taichi had said to meet him there. When Yamato reached the park he only saw little kids running around. There was no sign of Taichi anywhere.

Yamato walked towards one of the numerous benches in the park and sat down, blowing out a heavy breath. He couldn't say that summer was his favorite season. He didn't do well in heat, and he burned easily. That's why he never wore shorts. But there was a nice breeze that kept him cool, even with the sun beating down on the back of his neck.

Half an hour later, Taichi finally walked into the park; Daisuke and Ken following close behind him, all three teens looking sweaty and tired. Taichi lifted his hand in greeting, grinning like the idiot Yamato knew he was.

"You're late, Tai!" Yamato called, getting up from the bench and brushing non-existent dirt from his-Taichi's-shorts just to keep his hands busy until Taichi got closer.

"The coach kept us late for a pep talk." The soccer player explained, kissing the blonde softly once he was within reach. The two younger boys behind them made faces at the mushy scene of affection between their two friends, even though they were used to it after seeing it every day.

"Hey, you two. Kiss on your own time. There are kids around." Ken reminded the two boys, feeling a light blush coming on. Taichi nodded his head in silent agreement, and pulled away after one more, soft kiss, despite Ken's earlier warning. The indigo-haired teen swallowed convulsively then looked over at Daisuke pointedly. "Let's leave these two alone now. We'll walk ahead of you guys, okay?" Ken took Daisuke's hand in his, and pulled him away from the two, kissing teens. Cinnamon eyes rolled, knowing that his senpai and Yamato weren't even listening.

"Hey, our little neighbors are gonna be gone for a week." Yamato pulled out of Taichi's arms, grabbed his hand, and pulled the slightly shorter boy after their two friends.

"You mean Kimi and Hana?" Taichi grinned, remembering the last time they saw the two girls. "That's gonna suck. Who else are we gonna ding dong ditch?"

"Tai. We'll be fine." They walked along the streets towards the blonde's apartment, breaking off with Daisuke and Ken at the corner to go their separate ways. Yamato was excited to get back to his apartment, crack open that jar of vanilla icing, and use it up for an unintended purpose. Surely the makers of the frosting had no idea what certain people would use it for. Hopefully he could talk Taichi into using the frosting for pleasure, and not just eating it because he could.

When they finally reached the apartment, Taichi went straight for the couch, and Yamato went straight for the fridge. Trying to look innocent, the blonde pulled the icing from the fridge and went back into the living room, where Taichi had turned the television on and was watching something on MTV.

Still keeping that innocent look on his face, he slid into the brunette's lap, blocking his view of the television and successfully getting his attention.

"Tai-chi." The blonde hummed, popping off the lid of the icing, throwing it to the side, then dipping his index finger into the jar. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked off the sugary treat, letting his eyelids flutter in a teasing manner. He felt the older boy's hands on his waist, squeezing his hips, reacting to the flutter. "Do you want some?" Yamato asked huskily, dipping his finger into the jar again, and pulling it out with a large glob of icing.

Taichi sucked the icing off of Yamato's finger before the blonde could get to it, and swirled his tongue around the tip just to get a reaction. His chocolate brown eyes smoldered as they met cobalt blue, and a silent agreement seemed to spark between them. Yamato set the icing down on the coffee table-for the moment-and ran his hands up Taichi's white tank, splaying his fingers over the expanse of muscled, caramel. Taichi flicked his tongue out over the blonde's earlobe, knowing what that simple action did to the teen sitting atop his lap.

Pale, eager hands lifted up his white tank, and Yamato reached behind him to pick up the jar of icing. He dipped two of his fingers into the jar, then sucked it off as the brunette struggled to lift his tank over his head. When the white material was off and out of the way, Yamato dipped his fingers into the icing, gathered a generous amount onto them, and slathered the sugary treat over the brunette's muscled torso, making a line up his abdomen, over his nipples, and along his waistband. The blonde placed the jar back onto the coffee table, pushed Taichi to lay back against the cushions of the couch, and started his task of cleaning the icing from the other boy's chest.

He started at the waistband of the brunette's shorts, alternating between licking and sucking off the vanilla icing from caramel skin. Light, red bruises formed in his wake as he moved up the brunette's abdomen, stopping to suck the icing off of dusky, hard nipples. He received a low moan for his work, a sure sign that Taichi appreciated their little game.

Yamato tugged at his lover's shorts, pulling them down with his boxers to about mid-thigh, until Taichi's length was presented to him in all of its half-hard glory. The blonde picked up the icing again, and dipped his fingers into the jar, scooping out more icing. He made a trail from the tip of Taichi's length, all the way up to his bobbing Adam's apple. He made another trail going down the brunette's thigh, over his sac, and all the way down to the inside of his knee.

He put the icing back down when he was finished.

"Which trail should I take first?" The blonde thought aloud, glancing at Taichi and knowing which trail he wanted Yamato to take. Smirking, and with a look in his eyes that said he was up to no good, the blonde started at the inside of Taichi's knee, making his way up to the brunette's sac, and sucking one into his mouth. The sounds he got from Taichi were music to his ears as the older boy lifted his hips into the sensation. Yamato lifted his hands to restrain the other boy's hips and pulled his mouth away. "Ah, ah, ah. That's not allowed. Not yet, at least." He lowered his mouth again, taking the other ball into it and sucking off the frosting. Taichi's hips jerked again even in the blonde's firm hold.

When Yamato pulled back, he looked down at the last trail of icing, then back up at Taichi, wriggling his eyebrows. The brunette knew what that look meant.

"Heh. There's only one trail left, Yama." Taichi grinned, lifting his hips suggestively and running his tongue over his teeth, urging the blonde to continue his little game. Yamato smiled seductively as he started up at the brunette's Adam's apple, definitely not the point his lover had wanted him to start at. The blonde musician took his time, teasing the caramel skin under his lips, and running nimble fingers up the other boy's side. He stopped before he reached the brunette's length, grabbing the jar from behind him and sticking his fingers back into the icing. He scooped some out, and smeared it around the brunette's cock, making sure every inch of velvety skin was covered in the sugary treat.

Taichi shivered. The icing was unbearably cold on his overheated skin, although it felt blissful when the blonde's fingers stroked his length, trying to smear the icing around. He heard the soft clinking of the jar as Yamato put it back on the table, and then a deliciously wet heat engulfed his length, and the icing was smeared over the blonde's lips. It was an erotic sight, and the brunette felt like he was going to come prematurely if Yamato didn't stop soon.

When all of the icing was gone, Yamato sat up and reached over for the jar, and dipped his fingers into it once again. This time, he sucked the sugary treat off his fingers seductively, watching Taichi's face for a reaction. The brunette's hands moved to his hips, then down to the blonde's camouflage shorts and undid them, pulling them down to mid-thigh, just like Yamato had done to him. He wrapped his fingers around the other boy's straining length, and gave him a few, slow strokes.

Yamato gave the jar of icing to Taichi, freeing his hands to remove his shirt. He let the brunette reverse their positions so the blonde was on the bottom looking up expectantly at his lover.

"It's your time for some torture, Yama." Taichi grinned, scooping up some icing in his fingers and spreading it on the blonde's abdomen, over his nipples, and streaking it down his length. The brunette put the jar aside, and bent down to start at the younger boy's collarbone. Taichi took his sweet time, sucking hard on the pale skin presented to him, leaving as many possessive marks as he could. He made his way down the blonde's abdomen, stopping at his nipples and teasing them mercilessly. Yamato's breath got heavier the closer Taichi got to where he really wanted that talented tongue.

Finally, Taichi's tongue curled around his length, and he couldn't keep his whimpers to himself. He dug his fingernails into the couch cushions, head tilted back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. The brunette wasn't focused on cleaning up the icing. He wanted to make the blonde come.

Just when Yamato thought he would explode, Taichi disengaged his mouth and sat up.

"So, are you ready to go into the bedroom yet?" The brunette smirked, leaning down to kiss the tip of the blonde's nose. Yamato simply nodded his head, letting Taichi pick him up from the couch. The brunette kicked off his shorts and boxers as he walked; Yamato's already lying on the floor behind them. He kicked open the door to Yamato's bedroom and lay the blonde on the bed then went through his dresser to find the lube. Tube in hand, he went back over to the bed, and crawled over the blonde musician, grabbing the pale legs and wrapping them around his waist.

Taichi uncapped the lube and squeezed some onto three of his fingers, then tossed the half-empty tube onto floor, then brought his fingers down to the blonde's entrance. Chocolate eyes locked with cobalt as Taichi pressed one finger into him, breaching that first ring of muscle. It stung a little as that first penetration always did-but he relaxed once that finger started to stroke his insides. He rocked against Taichi's finger, trying to bring it deeper, towards the little bundle of nerves.

A second finger pushed past that first ring of muscle, joining its brother inside of the blonde. The two fingers moved in a scissoring motion, pushing deeper and brushing over the spot that left the blonde breathless. Taichi smirked evilly as he assaulted that spot mercilessly, feeling his stomach swell at the sounds the blonde made.

Finally, the third and last finger pushed into him, and Yamato clenched around the intruding digit, the pain overriding the pleasure for a brief moment. Those three fingers swirled inside of him, loosening him up for something much longer and four times as thick. The sensation was starting to feel pleasant again when Taichi stopped prodding and removed his fingers.

Taichi wiped the excess lube onto his stiff length then lifted the blonde's hips, lining himself up with the blonde's entrance. Their eyes locked for the shortest of seconds before the brunette pushed in past that first ring of muscle. The initial penetration left his mind numbed for a second, before tanned fingers wrapped around his length and stroked him slowly, making the pain melt into unadulterated warmth. Suddenly, the tip of Taichi's length brushed against his prostate, making the stars burst behind his eyes. He could feel the older boy throb inside of him as his muscles clenched.

Slowly, Taichi pulled out, drawing out the motion before he snapped his hips forward again, both boys crying out in equal pleasure, their eyes clenched shut. The brunette started up a steady rhythm inside of the blonde musician, in out, in out, until his thrusts melted together and it was more like in in in, leaving no room for them to catch their breaths.

Tan fingers wrapped around Yamato's length, making the heat in his stomach increase ten-fold. He tried to keep his eyes open, to see the pleasure coloring his lover's face, but the pleasure coursing through his veins made it hard for him to do that.

"Tai..." The blonde moaned, lifting his arms to link around the older boy's neck, pulling him down until their lips brushed softly, causing his whole body to tingle pleasantly. Taichi pressed their lips together, running the tip of his tongue over a soft bottom lip, breathing harshly against a pale cheek. His stomach was starting to tighten a sign of his impending orgasm. He thrusted harder into the blonde boy under him, jerked his wrist faster on the blonde's length, wanting to fall over that exquisite edge with his lover. He felt Yamato tighten around his length in anticipation, his mouth falling open against Taichi's lips, and the sight was all it took for his orgasm to come down on him like a wild fire.

They came at the same time, the blonde's fingers digging into his shoulders, his name falling from the parted lips like a prayer from heaven. The brunette stuttered Yamato's name into his shoulder, his length spasming as he pushed it deeper into the blonde's body, feeling light headed and sated.

Yamato's own release splashed over Taichi's chest, coating the tan fingers still stroking him to completion. When it was all over, and his body slumped back against the bed, he finally allowed himself a sated smile.

"I was so bored while you were gone." The blonde breathed lifting Taichi's head from his chest and kissing him softly. The older boy grinned slightly as he pushed himself up and pulled out of the other boy, hissing as his flaccid length rubbed sensitive against Yamato's inner walls. He grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table, and wiped the cooling semen from his hand, then his stomach, picking up more tissue to wipe down Yamato's stomach as well. When they were cleaned up, Taichi pulled the blonde into his arms, and wrapped the sheets around their cooling bodies.

"I think a short nap is in order." The brunette yawned, kissing Yamato once more before tucking the blonde's head under his chin. A few, short minutes later, he heard gentle snoring coming from the brunette, and knew he had fallen asleep.

"Have a nice sleep, Taichi." Yamato smiled, brushing the hair off of the other boy's head. He snuggled down into his lover's arms, and just watched him sleep until he himself fell into oblivion.

~Owari~