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chineseinkChristmas Drabbles 2005
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Pairing: Taito [Digimon]
Never Mind
Taichi watched his boyfriend carefully apply mascara, leaning in toward the mirror to see better.
“You know,” Taichi said casually, propping his shoulder against the frame of the bathroom door, “it’s kind of weird how you’re better at this than a lot of girls.”
Yamato, had he not been otherwise occupied, would have certainly given him that too-familiar look of irritation. For the moment, as he swiped the brush against the top lashes of his right eye, he settled for conveying annoyance through his voice. “Taichi,” he said, exasperated, “you know I do this for the band, for the stage. And we can’t exactly afford our own make-up artist. Yet,” he added.
“I know,” Taichi retorted, crossing his arms. “I’m just saying it’s weird, is all. I know why you do it.” He made a face at Yamato’s back, which the blonde caught via the mirror. He had to refrain from rolling his eyes as he moved the mascara brush to the other eye. Taichi spent his time thinking about things like this? And he thought Yamato was the one who was weird? Bands all over Japan had boys made-up and dressed-up, oftentimes in flagrantly feminine styles, and in comparison, Yamato’s flirtation with a little bit of mascara and eye shadow (and, okay, he admitted it: some lip gloss because, well, his mouth was supposed to be a focus when he sang, wasn’t it?) was quite tame.
“You look good though,” Taichi added suddenly, grinning when Yamato caught his eyes in the mirror.
Blinking rapidly, Yamato screwed the mascara cap back on. He placed it back in his make-up bag and turned to face Taichi. “Of course I look good,” he scoffed. “I know what I’m doing.”
Laughing, Taichi stepped towards him and slid his arms around the blonde’s waist. “You’re so conceited, Yama,” he accused, burying his face in Yamato’s hair, thankful that his boyfriend had yet to go to work on that. He’d throw a fit if Taichi ruined it hair before the concert, as previous cases proved. After the concert, however, he was far more receptive…
Yamato gave a returning grin, turning again to fish out the smoky blue eye shadow from the bag. “I have the right,” he declared, leaning back into Taichi. Then he looked at the eye shadow in his hands and contemplated Taichi’s face in the mirror. “I can’t put this on with you clinging to me like that, idiot.” His tone was affectionate.
Taichi nipped at his ear. “You girl.”
Yamato carefully set down the make-up and then spun around, rapidly backing the other boy into the opposite wall. He pressed the full length of his body against Taichi’s and slid his hands into Taichi’s hair, jerking him forward into a long kiss. Eyes lowering, feeling his lengthened lashes brush against his cheek, Yamato let his tongue curl against Taichi’s even as he rubbed along his boyfriend’s body, sliding a knee between Taichi’s legs. Hands curved around his hips, holding him tightly against the other boy.
When Yamato finally pulled away, panting, lips swollen, he bared a feral grin at Taichi. “You were saying?”
Taichi licked his lips. “Nothin’,” he replied, laughter and heat in his eyes.
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Posted: 12.20.2005
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kangawuPairing: Taito [Digimon]
Never Mind
Taichi watched his boyfriend carefully apply mascara, leaning in toward the mirror to see better.
“You know,” Taichi said casually, propping his shoulder against the frame of the bathroom door, “it’s kind of weird how you’re better at this than a lot of girls.”
Yamato, had he not been otherwise occupied, would have certainly given him that too-familiar look of irritation. For the moment, as he swiped the brush against the top lashes of his right eye, he settled for conveying annoyance through his voice. “Taichi,” he said, exasperated, “you know I do this for the band, for the stage. And we can’t exactly afford our own make-up artist. Yet,” he added.
“I know,” Taichi retorted, crossing his arms. “I’m just saying it’s weird, is all. I know why you do it.” He made a face at Yamato’s back, which the blonde caught via the mirror. He had to refrain from rolling his eyes as he moved the mascara brush to the other eye. Taichi spent his time thinking about things like this? And he thought Yamato was the one who was weird? Bands all over Japan had boys made-up and dressed-up, oftentimes in flagrantly feminine styles, and in comparison, Yamato’s flirtation with a little bit of mascara and eye shadow (and, okay, he admitted it: some lip gloss because, well, his mouth was supposed to be a focus when he sang, wasn’t it?) was quite tame.
“You look good though,” Taichi added suddenly, grinning when Yamato caught his eyes in the mirror.
Blinking rapidly, Yamato screwed the mascara cap back on. He placed it back in his make-up bag and turned to face Taichi. “Of course I look good,” he scoffed. “I know what I’m doing.”
Laughing, Taichi stepped towards him and slid his arms around the blonde’s waist. “You’re so conceited, Yama,” he accused, burying his face in Yamato’s hair, thankful that his boyfriend had yet to go to work on that. He’d throw a fit if Taichi ruined it hair before the concert, as previous cases proved. After the concert, however, he was far more receptive…
Yamato gave a returning grin, turning again to fish out the smoky blue eye shadow from the bag. “I have the right,” he declared, leaning back into Taichi. Then he looked at the eye shadow in his hands and contemplated Taichi’s face in the mirror. “I can’t put this on with you clinging to me like that, idiot.” His tone was affectionate.
Taichi nipped at his ear. “You girl.”
Yamato carefully set down the make-up and then spun around, rapidly backing the other boy into the opposite wall. He pressed the full length of his body against Taichi’s and slid his hands into Taichi’s hair, jerking him forward into a long kiss. Eyes lowering, feeling his lengthened lashes brush against his cheek, Yamato let his tongue curl against Taichi’s even as he rubbed along his boyfriend’s body, sliding a knee between Taichi’s legs. Hands curved around his hips, holding him tightly against the other boy.
When Yamato finally pulled away, panting, lips swollen, he bared a feral grin at Taichi. “You were saying?”
Taichi licked his lips. “Nothin’,” he replied, laughter and heat in his eyes.
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Posted: 12.20.2005
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