Something About That Skirt

chapter six

Taichi walked towards the door, relieved to finally feel nothing but cotton and denim against his skin. No more sadistic seams pressing anywhere and drawing sad lines over his hips and shoulders. He knew from before that he didn't particularly like uniforms and fancy clothes because of this, but dressing in drag had definitely taken him to a new level of discomfort.

Not knowing who to expect this time, but finally back in his uncontroversial clothes he felt ready to face any situation.

Waiting behind the door was Yamato. A second passed as any greeting, question or remark caught in Taichi's throat.

For a split second, as the blond hair and his familiar clothes were appearing from behind the edge of the door, the brunet had assumed that Yamato had simply forgotten a few things to blame him of. But as his fair-skinned face came into view Taichi quickly ran out of clues as to what was going on. Said face somehow looked naked without the blue orbs peering back.

"Are you gonna let me in?" the blond finally asked, and the brunet stepped aside, offering more space as he glanced awkwardly at his friend.

Yamato walked in and placed himself in front of the football player with his back against the wall, as the door quietly shut behind him.

Taichi opened his mouth, hesitatingly studying his friend's face.

"Why do you have your eyes closed?"

The musician opened said eyes and let his gaze fall onto his friend's feet.

As it climbed up he smiled in a way that made the brunet's heart beat a bit faster. Taichi had expected a somewhat satisfied reaction to his overdue change of clothing, but not this type. Not this bold. The blue eyes lingered on his t-shirt covered chest and to Taichi's surprise a pale hand reached out to curve around his waist. It was gentle and fit perfectly on the side of his rib cage, resting on his hip and hugging the soft part in between.

Yamato's face reminded him a bit of how one looks when petting a purring cat. The affectionate gaze and the feeling of his hand made his pulse rise, but at the same time it reminded him of the treatment he'd received from every visitor before the blond. He briefly wondered if Yamato knew that his brother had looked at his legs the very same way, just hours before, and couldn't help but feel a bit weird. Even though he was back in clothes that didn't particularly show him off, it seemed like all his friends found everything below his chin more interesting today.

The older Ishida's eyes had found his and as they met Taichi heard himself draw a breath slightly quicker than he'd intended. The blue eyes were full of presence, reading the brunets face and expressing concern as if he had just read his friend's mind. His hand hadn't moved but the brunet suddenly went from feeling a bit like an object, to feeling like the most important person in Yamato's world.

That's like fifty shades of blue right there, he thought as he stared into his friend's eyes.

His name left Yamato's lips which made Taichi's gaze drop to his friend's mouth. In retrospect, doing what he then did could be seen as very risky. But in that moment he had never felt so invited, and the following second it was reassured that his gut had been right.

As if completely ready, Yamato met his mouth and wrapped his arms around his waist, letting his body mold against his. There was no hesitation as his hands moved over the football player's back, and Taichi felt light headed as the blond returned the kiss just as feverishly. His lips were softer than he had dared to imagine and his tongue sent shivers through his body. Somewhere in the haze of panting breaths, Yamato's lips and hands, he noticed that the blond was as hard as he was. Then a strong hand gripped the hair on the back of his head, making him expose his throat and let out moans that shocked himself as Yamato assaulted his neck with his lips and tongue. His t-shirt was soon yanked off as it seemingly had been in Yamato's way. After a few shaky breaths of letting Yamato's mouth continue over his shoulders and collarbone, Taichi stubbornly removed his friend's shirt and pushed him back against the wall. The blond winced when the brunet dived in for his neck, and said male hesitated.

The magically inviting vibe of the singer just before increased the contrast to his sudden -albeit pretty standard for the rock star- reserved posture, making it all the more efficient. Taichi cautiously planted a few kisses on the pale shoulder and let his palms stroke over the bare hips of the musician. As his posture relaxed slightly, Taichi slowly kissed his way in over the neck, encouraged as he felt a hand on the back of his own, and heard Yamato moan. Relieved to feel his friend respond once again, the brunet reached around and grabbed him through the jeans, letting their bare frames touch. Every move sent shivers through him, and had he had enough patience, Taichi would have lingered in every movement. But his eager hands continued back to the front Yamato's jeans and started to unbuckle his belt. He couldn't help but grope the hard shape right underneath and let his hand move with the blond's hips as said male ground against his hand. The encouraging gasps made him look up at his friend's face to see an expression of either lust or uncertainty. Or both. He wrapped his arms back around Yamato's waist and leaned in to taste his lips again.

"Let's go to your bed" the blue eyed teen whispered, glancing at the door.

As if what they were doing hadn't been obvious, Taichi felt his stomach flutter and could only nod.

I'm going to see him naked, he thought to himself, as they crossed the apartment and reached his room. The short walk was almost enough for him to become nervous. Without glancing back at the blond, he could only hope that it was neither enough for any second thoughts.

When Taichi finally turned around he was immediately kissed and embraced by Yamato's arms, which made his knees weak. He felt the blond grope the back pockets of his jeans and grind his hips against him slowly, which didn't help the knee situation. Luckily his friend gestured him to lie down and he gratefully slumped onto his mattress.

He watched blue eyes wander over him and felt his muscles clench under the mere gaze. Shortly after Yamato's lips reached his chest bone and blond strings of hair tickled his skin. Watching the guitar player kiss his way over his chest as though his skin left him hungry, Taichi heard his breath quicken, and jerked slightly as some kisses sent more tingles through him than others. His gasps were responded with a content humming from the blond. The sensual voice and the kissing sounds made his toes curl and he silently wondered how he was supposed to actually lie still. He had never felt so wanted without words being used. Yamato's tongue flicked over his nipples until they hardened under the wet friction and goosebumps spread over his skin. Teeth sunk into the soft flesh of his waist as Taichi helplessly squirmed, shivered and moaned despite himself. He could feel his cheeks burning and his breathes were unable to slow down. Not knowing what to expect from his voice by now, neither sure of how to articulate his frustration, he parted his lips. If the blond was going to go on like this, he had no choice but to say something soon.

"You're not being fair"

As expected his voice was husky and unstable with pleasure and Yamato returned to his face with a predictable grin. He leaned down to rest on top of his friend, interrupting a sigh with a deep kiss. Before long the blue eyed male began to grind down against him. Taichi melted under his weight, and let his hands run over endless smooth skin. The kisses soon continued down the brunets neck, and Taichi tilted his head, sighing. He covered his face with his arms as the hungry kisses went further and further down, slightly disappointed to lose the warm heavy contact but undeniably aroused by the blue-eyed male's tongue. He was about to voice another protest as Yamato lingered a bit too long just under his bellybutton, when the blond paused. Still shivering, Taichi glanced down.

"I've always wanted to do this"

The words made his body ache even more for Yamato's but the look in his friend's eyes made him come back to earth. After a few seconds of staring as the words landed, he gestured for the blond to come up and lie next to him. Said male shifted closer and as he settled Taichi couldn't help but touch the side of his face.

With his gaze on Taichi's lips, Yamato continued "I felt jealous when I saw you before. When other guys openly looked at you the same way I've always tried not to. I've always been ashamed of that part of me, and when I saw you..." he frowned, still not meeting the brunet's eyes. "It didn't feel fair. I mean here I was trying to be better than that when all I really want to do is-" Taichi's mouth muffled whatever was intended to follow as he kissed him deeply. His fingertips gripped around the blonde's jaw as he pulled him in over and over, until his friend seemed convinced.

The relived smile of the blond slowly faded as the hunger grew back and he left the athlete's reassuring lips to dive lower.

Taichi gasped as he was tugged by the hips to slide down a bit on the mattress. He made a mental note not to comment on his friend's unexpected strength.

Yamato knelt between his thighs and roughly opened his belt and jeans. Taichi watched with his heart pounding in his chest. His cocky attitude from before when Yamato was uncomfortable and safe to tease, was long gone as said male now shamelessly (and quite aggressively) proceeded to get into his pants.

With the brunet's clothes on the floor Yamato quickly laid down between his friend's muscular and strangely smooth legs. If Taichi was actually trying to form a sentence, or simply trying to remember how to get air into his lungs, the blond couldn't tell. Nor could he help the smirk spread on his face as the previously so confident teen was now a nervous, horny wreck under him.

He rested his palms on the trembling abs and planted a kiss on the left hip, glancing up.

"Is this ok?"

For a few shivering breaths Taichi just stared at him. Then he gave about twenty small nods, appearing to try his speech but with little success.

Although voiceless, many things were said with his hitching breaths as Yamato proceeded to suck him. After a few slow and gentle strokes, Yamato gave up trying to conseal his enthusiasm. Taichi's voice returned and he moaned as his friend's mouth wrapped tighter around him. He raised his head to stare, as if unable to believe what was happening. The over-whelming sight made him slump back down and arch his back as the blond roughly continued.

"Matt, I-" he gasped, unable to continue as too many sensations took over his mind. He heard said male moan around him, and he crossed his arms over his head, hiding his flustered face under them. The strokes slowed down enough for him to catch his breath, and he dared to glance down.

With his palm wet enough to slide over the aroused skin, Yamato let his hand take over and looked up. The unexpectedly intense sensation made the brunet jerk as he stared back and forth between the blue eyes and the hand stroking him. While having his attention, Taichi took the moment to gesture a time out. Yamato chuckled and moved up to sit on his knees. Distracting thoughts made his gaze linger on the brunet's hot and bothered body, before he came back to earth and looked up apologetically.

"Maybe I should tone it down, or"

Still breathing deeply, Taichi tried to ignore the throbbing between his legs. "No, I just... knew I wasn't going to last," he half said, half breathed. Forcing himself to keep eye contact as his friend looked genuinly unsure, he offered a smile.

"That's ok," Yamato quickly responded, seemingly relieved. He had clearly expected something a lot worse. "I want to see you come."

For a moment Taichi felt his head spin, and he considered putting a pillow over his head and escape the present. He wanted to hide, disappear into himself and forget that his secret crush was right in front of him, watching his pleasure. Causing it. But Yamato remained motionless which forced him to look up again.

It wasn't the complete opposite to earlier, when Yamato had been uncomfortable with lust and Taichi amused with ignorance, or perhaps disbelief. In this moment Taichi didn't want to fight back, and Yamato wasn't amused. The blond was in control, but anxious to not do any harm. There was no smirk in sight. It both surprised the brunet, and made him feel bad for expecting anything else.

"Ok," he sighed, nodding. His gaze flicked around the blond's form, drawn to every potential move of his hands. He had to actively make eye contact for enough heartbeats to convince Yamato that he was onboard. "Make me come"

As the musician's hands reached for his legs, which had a bit awkwardly stayed spread as his friend had claimed the space in between them, Taichi tensed as if ready to move. Brown eyes widened slightly as Yamato lifted the brunet's knees up to make room for his own to spread underneath. While the blond shifted closer, the football player became intensely aware of how more and more of him was being displayed as his legs kept lifting and spreading. His friend finally settled on his spread knees, with Taichi's hips almost in his lap, and tanned shaved legs in the air.

The brunet stared at the ceiling, not knowing what to expect considering that his pulse was already high and his skin already flustered. And yet the blond hadn't even started. When he finally dared to look at Yamato, he was somewhat relieved to see that the blue eyes weren't looking at anything but his face. The pale pink lips parted to once again ask, and the brunet nodded, snorting softly. "Yes, ok? Please, just do whatever you want"

He gasped as Yamato's hand started to jerk him and he instinctively buckled his hips. The blond's left hand pressed his leg further back, opening him up even more. Which previously private part of him the blue eyes were taking in, Taichi couldn't tell as his own eyes squeezed shut and he squirmed under the touch of the pale hand. Something slick dripped down, changing the slightly sticky friction to smooth and Taichi gasped as the strokes got longer and tighter. The sound effect added to over-whelming sensations and he briefly wondered where his pillow was as the wet palm forced pleading moans out of him. Once again he covered his face with his arms and arched his back, not really knowing how to do anything but surrender and simply hope that his friend would bring him over the edge.

Something wet once again fell on his skin, running lower to tickle something he would usually never have this exposed. His whole body jerked as he felt wet skin lightly rubbing there, which gave him all kinds of strangely arousing sensations. As he barely registered what Yamato was actually doing to him, he felt a warm wave build up from his lower back. After a few breathless seconds he pressed his head back and moaned into his arms. Wave after wave went through him as Yamato kept stroking, with his knuckle firmly pressed against his ring muscle. The musician panted from his own orgasm as he kept stroking his friend who's body jerked with each move. The brunet panted from bliss as well from relief of having finally released the sexual tension that had built up between them all afternoon. A final moan escaped his lips when the friction went from bliss to too much.

"Fuck" he heard Yamato hiss, and Taichi merely trembled as the strokes slowed down.

The blond carefully moved out of the way to let the brunet's legs rest against the mattress.

"You'll have to teach me that sometime" he commented, chuckling slightly.

Taichi blinked, trying to make his brain cooperate in connecting the dots.

"To walk in heels?"

A mild glare made him raise his hands in defense, shrugging.

"To be that comfortable in your own skin. Not being scared of-" he frowned, Sora's words entering his head.

Getting in touch with your feminine side.

"...being vulnerable."

Taichi glanced down at his sticky mid-section and closed his legs a bit. It seemed crazy what he had just done, or rather, what had been done to him. But then again, crazy things can make a lot more sense with the right person.

"I guess it helps when it's someone you trust. You don't worry that they'll take advantage of it."

Yamato smiled slightly.

"Honestly I think you already went there yourself," the brunet added, putting his hands behind his neck as if it was no big deal to lie naked in front of your best friend with your own cum on your abdomen.

Judging from how the blond sent him a questioning glance and quickly adverted his eyes again, it was indeed a bit weird. Almost naked-grandma weird.

"How do you figure?" Yamato asked the brunet's closet, which was currently a lot more decent than his friend.

"Well, you didn't act like you didn't care. Maybe it's vulnerable to come like that in front of someone, but..." Taichi glanced down, hesitating slightly. "Making someone come like that, and coming from just watching it-"

Just as he'd feared, the musician tensed and shifted awkwardly.

"I'm just saying that it says a lot, too. That maybe you would have held back if you hadn't been ready." Taichi quickly clarified, carefully studying the blond. "I think you're a lot braver than you think."

He was about to add something that hinted a potential next-time, but changed his mind.

"Thanks," Yamato finally responded. Their eyes didn't meet, but Taichi caught the small smile on his friend's lips.

Said teen cleared his throat slightly as he stood up. "I guess I should leave before Hikari gets back."

"Right," said girl's big brother agreed, resting on his elbows and wrinkling his nose slightly at his own mess. "What time is it?"

"Uhh" the blond grabbed his phone that had found its place on the desk. He barely remembered placing it there. "It's only half past five.." the last two words came out in slow motion as the information settled and they both stared at each other. Then, as if suddenly aware of the rest of the apartment, they both held their breaths and intensely listened for any signs of someone being home.

Then the inevitable and painful realization of that someone could have entered, got traumatized and left during the last half hour hit them both.

"Shit."