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The
Bishounen Boys
Part
10: "Jupiter"
By
Splash
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Oh,
life can be a pain. But this should make it all up to you. This chapter's so
long it could be a fic all in itself.
Forgot
to note a couple chapters before, Jess is also Jesse. She doesn't care which
one. :D
This
chapter skips around in time. Just try to keep up. ^_^; And many little notes:
-The
"trip" is inspired by something my friend had to go through, and the
accommodation is quite true... XD
-Jupiter
is from Holst's "Planets," and it's a tune you just have to hear.
'Nuff said.
-Not
'nuff said, just kidding. Grab some midi at classicalmidiconnection.com/cmc/holst.html
and the tune is in the middle. Too hard to miss.
-Em...
IB English is getting to me. My horrible attempt at a common literary device...
it's kind of hidden, but it's there.
-Learn
to play Euchre page: bright.net/~double/euchre.htm and if you want more, go to
ask.com and type in Euchre ^^
-Don't
mind the usage of Noah's character (same one as the real one at home), he's got
a unique one :D
Sashiburi-"Long
time no see"
doushite-Why
There's
some random French in here that is pretty irrelevant so I'm not going to bother
translating. ^^
*edit
Sept. 30* Thanks Kleptomaniac Can Opener for pointing out something I had no
idea about. Guess I was a little tired when I wrote that. XD
****
~June
5, 2003~
Morning
routine. Get up. Head to the bathroom. Plug in the sink. Let the lukewarm water
fill up the sink. Dunk head straight into water.
Taichi's
bangs soaked up and the tips of untidy hair got swallowed in the liquid. It was
the method Taichi used to wake up, even though he hadn't found it working ever
since high school.
When
he lifted his head from the sink, he remembered something. Memory was a good
sign of waking up to him. " Today's the last day of school."
He
and Yamato walked together to school again, the last time for several months.
Summer break really wouldn't be that long now that he thought about it. Time
flew so quickly, even more so when Yamato was around...
****
"
... And those who are going into French 3, which should be ALL of you, don't
forget to freshen up your language during the summer. You don't want to lose it
in the next three months..."
The
girl sitting behind Taichi was having great difficulty holding herself back, as
she had since the first Bishounen Boys concert. As the winner of the local
contest last October, the five boys were given the opportunity to present a
concert fully featuring themselves. It was quite natural for the producers to
take it...
It
had been a tiring year, if not a progressive one. The boys had quickly gained a
fan base in their schools, and young people everywhere couldn't take their
hands off them.
Every
instant was clear in Taichi's head, how many times he had pulled Yamato away
from the people in his area. He had done it discreetly, however, pretending
that he had something important to show Yamato, or some other excuse. Never had
he given room for Yamato to think that his actions were out of jealousy-- no,
he rather called it possession...
Taichi's
back twitched to the feeling of a teasing finger trailing down his back. That
was the last straw. Without turning around, he whispered, " Cut it out,
Jess."
Jesse
giggled, loud enough only for the teacher to give her a quick strange look. The
teacher ignored it afterwards, and continued on. " Since this is our last
full day of school..."
Taichi
regretted not finding the time to dish out his attitude towards Jesse. He had
been occupied with the band and school for the majority of the year. But someday
he'd have to do something...
****
They
were well-received in their schools, although it didn't affect their social
status in a positive way. Admirers and some looking for more than admiration
would swarm them at first, and it took quite a while for the people to figure
out that they didn't enjoy any of it. Still, there were still persistent ones,
still after the Bishounen Boys...
School
was livable, and the transition to high school for Taichi and Yamato was all
too natural. The band had little effect on their teacher relations since their
teachers were all quite ignorant of them, but they didn't suffer from it.
Although,
Taichi had issues with some of the teachers. Even after doing a remarkable job
scoring several of the winning points in every soccer game for the school
(leading them into championship), he still received little recognition from his
coach and peers. Yamato was the only one who ever congratulated him. The coach
was just like the players... athletic and completely uneducated.
The
brunette had spent some time thinking about it in orchestra while the conductor
was working on the second violins. It was rare in the school to find someone
who was athletic and acedemically successful. But most of the time the athletic
ones were just plain stupid in other classes, and the only thing keeping them
alive was sports. It seemed outrageous, but Taichi found himself comparing it
to prostitution, giving up one's physical self for the future of society's
entertainment. Was that a bad thing? He browsed through every viewpoint he
could think of... and simply found it ironic that prostitution was looked so
down upon. It was a method to make a living. Sports was a method to make a
living. What really was the line between sex and sports?
'
Meh,' he thought, ' This issue would go well in Yamato's essay.'
And
so, the end of the school year drew near, and Taichi was still sitting in
French class with his classmates for a final discussion.
"
So we'll move onto some future plans," Mrs. Murphy continued. " How many
people in this class are going to the Quebec trip this summer?"
Taichi's
hand raised lazily like several of the others. The entire French department in
the high school was offered a summer trip every year, switching from either
Quebec or France. This Quebec only had one week scheduled compared to two weeks
in France. Taichi and Yamato had requested to share a room at the hotel they
were staying in...
****
~June
14, 2003~
The
bus they rode was luxurious. There were two nicely decorated chairs on either
side of the aisle for every row, but the first thing Taichi noticed were the
cup holders... convenient little slots that were secure for drinks... And when
he settled in the reclining seat, life was all the better. Already he knew it
was going to be a relaxing trip, and not just the bus ride. Yamato plopped on
the aisle seat next to him as he started to play with the window shades.
Shades!
"
Yaaaamato..." he cooed, " they even have microphone plugs for the TV
screens..."
"
You seem impressed," he replied, settling his backpack under his seat.
" I'm really glad you're coming to this trip with me. You and your sports
and all..."
Taichi
shook his head. " I quit it."
"
Huh?" Yamato stared at him like he had grown an extra head.
"
I'll be getting busier with the band and I'd rather keep with schoolwork and
music..." Taichi said, his mood abruptly changing to a more serious tone.
Yamato
opened his mouth slowly, still in disbelief.
"
I thought soccer meant so much to you..."
"
It did when the people involved meant something to me," he reasoned,
" I would never give up the band..."
"
The soccer coach... he was somewhat of a helpful guy, but he was also anal most
of the time. And there's no one interesting to talk to during practices..."
At
that moment Yamato felt something, a pang of some sort. Was it empathy? Or...
"
PEOW! Taichi, Yamato, sashiburi! I had no idea you guys would be here! Are you
rooming together?"
Daisuke
had popped up from behind, Ken peeking with him at his side.
"
I didn't even know you took French," Taichi remarked, barely irked from
the surprise.
"
Well, now you do. Poor Takeru, he takes Spanish. Let's have a fun week in
Quebec, ne?"
And
what perfect timing, one of the French teachers stepped up at the front of the
bus and hushed everyone down. With some announcements of regulations and things
of the sort, there was nothing else preventing the bus from leaving.
Ten
miles into the drive, Noah suggested that they put in a movie... "
Canadian Bacon."
"
You'll like this movie," he told the crowd, " Betcha bottom
dollah." Oh, he had such great spirit.
The
movie consumed a couple hours of entertainment, but it was still a long way to
Quebec, and so Noah put in " The Hunt for Red October." Within the
first half hour, 70% of the bus was asleep, the remaining men still chattering
while the movie was playing. Daisuke leaned on Ken's lazy shoulder as the two
dozed off in sleep land. Taichi glanced at them, quite envious of their
innocent act... He was getting sleepy as well, and Yamato was no different. And
Yamato's shoulder was quite tempting...
He
sat there nodding off, in conflict of leaning, or not leaning. "
Goddammit, Taichi, stop tearing yourself up like this..." He wondered what
was pulling him in.... why he always thought Yamato was remarkable in
everything he did, why he always cared for the blonde...
And
why he wanted to be so close to him...
Taichi
let himself go, unable to keep his head up. He snuggled himself on Yamato's
shoulder, sighed casually and dozed off. He didn't even stay awake to notice if
Yamato responded...
****
About
halfway through the trip, the bus stopped before crossing the Canadian border.
They were given a half hour break to shop at the duty-free store or grab a
snack. Taichi grabbed a giant bar of Nestle's original Swiss chocolate and
wouldn't let it out of his sight until they got back on the bus. In no less
than ten minutes after they continued their way, Taichi couldn't resist the
urge anymore.
"
CHOCOOOOOLAAAATÉEEEEE!" he wailed, ignoring the impending stares around
him.
"
You mean le chocolat, n'est-ce pas?" one of the French teachers, Madame
Blake, commented, nonchalant about the outburst but still cheerful. She knew
that it would do no good to admonish someone for being who he/she is. She was
great like that.
Some
quiet scenes played on the TV screens from " Finding Forrester."
Taichi and Yamato had seen the movie before in their English classes, so they
knew which parts were boring... not that the movie itself was. Taichi nabbed a
square off the 24 squares in the chocolate block, which must of been an
inch-by-inch perfect cube. Err, perhaps not perfect, but it was still bulky. He
savored the taste, stuffing the entire piece in his mouth and playing with it
with his tongue. It energized him, gave him a jolt that chocolate usually did.
He
turned to Yamato and offered him a piece.
"
No thanks," he replied, " I've never really liked milk
chocolate."
'
That's strange. Chocolate fudge Pocky doesn't taste much different...'
Disdained,
Taichi thought of a different method to get Yamato to have a piece. He looked
around at his public scenery and thought better of it and restrained himself.
Maybe when the mood was better...
For
the rest of the trip, Daisuke and Ken entranced them with bouts of the card
game Euchre.
"
People outside Michigan just don't play it, but it's such a great game,"
Noah commented. He and a few others had set up their own group of four people
to play the game. " It's our state specialty."
The
four Japanese boys had an incredible look of englightenment on their faces as
they played the game. They weren't clear on the reason, but they were sure it
would make itself known eventually.
****
The
French students spent their dinner at a fancy restaurant (Yeah first
impressions) before checking in the hotel. They had the entire second floor
reserved, so they all trotted up the stairs (lazy ones took the elevator) with
their luggage. Yamato and Taichi were more on the impatient side and didn't
want to wait in the elevator line. Their room was 210, and Taichi was in charge
of their entrance key.
"
We have the rest of the night to ourselves," Taichi said, immediately
burning red once he noticed the underlining of what he said. " Shall we go
in?"
"
...Sure."
There
was no ceremony as they entered the room, but Yamato was able to collapse onto
the sight of the first bed. Taichi opened up his suitcase and stuffed his
clothes into a drawer sloppily. Satisfied, he turned around to check on where
he was going to sleep...
"
Is there another bed?" he queried.
Yamato
had his head meshed in the pillow on the bed, which he lifted up. "
Mmm..."
"
There's only one bed."
Lazily,
Yamato mumbled, " So?" as if he had not listened to the context of
the statement.
"
It's a twin size. Did they not know there were going to be two people per
room?"
"
The teacher told us there was only going to be one bed..."
"
Mrs. Murphy didn't tell our class about that..."
Yamato
rolled over to lie on his back. " Oh."
'
How the hell can he be so indifferent about this?' Taichi thought, ' Well,
perhaps...'
They
prepared for the night, washing up in the small bathroom and changing wardrobe.
By then, it was already past 10 pm, and they needed to get up early for the
next day's activities.
"
That was a nice trip," Taichi said idly as he settled onto the bed.
"
It's only begun, Taichi," Yamato replied. He had claimed the right side of
the bed with his stomach facing up. He preferred sleeping on his back, if not
on his left side.
And
then there was Taichi who liked to sleep on his right side, especially since
hearing from someone that sleeping on the left side was bad for the heart.
Maybe he had it mixed up, but... Either way, there was nothing keeping Taichi
from being able to watch Yamato sleep. But to do more... to show his
affection... to have it returned... could he...?
****
~June
16, 2003~
The
day afterwards was all tourism and rule-stating. There wasn't much interest in
the sight-seeing, but more in the food. They ate breakfast in the hotel, a nice
and simple breakfast bar.
"
Tu voudrais un croissant? C'est bon, oui?"
"
Um, okay..." Yamato answered to the food in front of his face. Before he
knew what he was doing, he opened his mouth like a young bird waiting to be
fed. Taichi pushed a bite of the croissant inside his mouth, which Yamato
chewed thoughtfully.
"
Good, ne?" the brunette asked.
"
Mmm..." Taichi fed Yamato another piece, but didn't release before Yamato
clamped onto his fingers with his lips. Taichi tensed up, but Yamato didn't
seem to notice... He stared ahead at his finger, waiting for Yamato to do
something, but...
"
Oops," the blonde said finally, blurred through the contents in his mouth,
" Sorry 'bout that."
"
No, it's fine," Taichi replied, taking his fingers out and putting them on
his lap. " It's fine..." Yamato smiled shortly and continued chewing.
Unseen
to Yamato, he opened and closed a fist with those fingers, as if trying to feel
those lips once more... 'I'm such a coward.'
The
French student group was then released in the afternoon in a downtown area of
the city they were staying in. Their only restriction was everything that was
more than obvious and that they had to return to a certain area in three hours.
The females cheered for the free shopping time, while the rest decided to have
a nice calm time. The middle school boys all went together to an arcade,
including Daisuke and Ken. Taichi and Yamato watched them mingle in the crowd
of spirited boys.
"
The difference of several years is amazing," Yamato commented, seeming
somewhat solemn. Taichi gave him an empathic shoulder pat.
"
Do you want to get a cup of something at a café, Yama?" the brunette
suggested. Yamato had barely nodded when Taichi started heading for the nearing
place to settle.
They
both settled for hot chocolate even though it was summer, but they tasted
amazing either way. They were so good, in fact, Taichi ordered a special cup of
just its whipped cream. He thought he could finish it, but even his sweet tooth
couldn't match the delicious demands of the indulging, so Yamato finished the
remains.
As
things calmed after their whipped cream spree (which Taichi had trouble
avoiding the suggestive properties of), Yamato started a rather intellectual
conversation on the stereotypes of life, and Taichi found himself agreeing with
every point.
And
what a good time to ask... " Did you ever finish that essay, Yamato?"
The
blonde had been yapping with his head on his hand supported by his elbow,
staring out the café window, and he turned around to face Taichi. " It was
nothing, Taichi."
Taichi
just looked at him, waiting for a continuation of the response.
Yamato
looked down, took his cup and swirled his empty drink. " It's already
complete in my mind... maybe you'll know someday."
****
~June
17, 2003~
'
Aah, what a bother.' Something was blocking him from getting any sleep, and it
was starting to disturb him. As if the original position was stiffening him, he
turned to his other side, putting more friction between his lashes to see if it
would help. When nothing followed, he substituted the pillow for his arm, the
other resting below his chin.
Nope,
that position didn't do. Now he just had a headache and was even farther away
from the sandman's world of fluffy clouds and jumping sheep. Stuck. That's where
he was. He really needed more sleep, he had seemed pretty zombified earlier and
didn't want to feel any worse. It sure wouldn't make Yamato any more cheer-
He
flickered his eyes open as a sudden impulse that even his own brain cells could
not explain. And the white saucers he met up with only got bigger. The restless
brunette wasn't stirred by the fact that his roommate was facing his direction
since he knew quite well the blonde always slept on that side if he were ever
to sleep on any side. But was that the first time he had-
"
Um..." Yamato idly lifted a hand to scratch his suddenly itchy ear.
"
Yamato... doushite..." despite his desire to finish his question, he was
still dead tired, and a little dazed to top it off. Probably high on the stale
hotel air conditioning they had left on too high. And just now Taichi realized
how chilly it was in the room.
The
other revealed signs of calming, finally relieving his itchy ear. He let out a
sigh that blew beautifully past Taichi's hand cuddling his chin. " Go back
to sleep, baka," Yamato whispered in the silent immobility of the night.
Taichi
took some strained effort to focus on his friend's eyes, which actually looked
just as weary as his.
"
Not with you staring at me like that."
Yamato
blinked. In one silky movement, Taichi reached out and grabbed Yamato's open
shoulder and gravitated his hair-ridden head closer until the taste buds on his
tongue could savor the scent of Yamato's shirt. He puffed out a breathe of
relaxation, somehow feeling that he could sleep better in this position.
Inside
his mind, Yamato was screaming. But physically, he was afraid he might break
something if he moved. The two didn't clash very well; one wanted a change and
the other refused to commend it. But finally, the bringer of tiredness dawned
on him, as he felt his eyelids grow heavy and somnolent. " I'll just
figure out what just happened in the morninthhh...."
****
~June
18, 2003~
Taichi
was surprised to see Yamato's head nudged against his chest when he awoke. They
were in no rush to wake up early that day, so they had several more hours to
sleep in... or whatever.
The
sun glowed through the small window in the room, creating some sort of heavenly
atmosphere vibrating through the clean white sheets. Yamato stirred in his
sleep, mumbling something incomprehensible. Perhaps it was just the
environment, but he looked particularly angelic...
Most
people knew Yamato for being an average good-looking guy, who could sing and
play piano and violin. He would never let other people find out about his life
at home, though...
It
inspired him, the sight of the blonde sleeping and his musings. He hummed the
first tune that came to his mind, knowing it might do something... It was in
the key of B-flat...
"
Jupiter..."
Taichi
continued to hum, but he lowered his view to catch Yamato's awakening face, a
strange look on his face. And through all that Yamato felt secure... his
parents seemed to become nonexistant, his disgust of school, the horrors of the
world outside the small hotel room... All that seemed to be was Taichi and him.
He could live up to the world with Taichi, find the joys of being...
"
So nice..." he uttered when Taichi finished. He was still sleepy, so he
slunk back into a more relaxing position, wrapping his arms along Taichi's
back.
Taichi's
hearbeat paced rapidly, not holding back his reaction of Yamato's embrace. And
then... it dawned on him. Why was he paining himself over something that was so
obvious? Why hadn't he seen it before? Perhaps he was just avoiding it, denying
it... He was afraid of that scrap of uncertainty, the slightest possibility
that everything was just a figment of his imagination.
It
seemed that Yamato could no longer fall back asleep like him. And Taichi
knew... it was the for the same reason that troubled his own mind.
He
cast one final reassuring gaze on Yamato, then drew his face closer and kissed
him full on the lips.
'
There's no denying this moment...'
And
Yamato was soon returning the effort, tongues entwining in a clash of
sensation. They clung to each other tightly, never wishing to let go. Yamato
emitted a small moan, motivating Taichi to turn over so that he was on top of
the blonde. They kissed again and again, loving it each time.
Taichi's
skin jumped as he felt a hand pull up the back of his shirt frantically. He
could sense Yamato's haste, as beautiful as it was, and complied to the
unspoken request. He peeled the shirt off over his head, littering it on the
side. He received another bout of surprise when he felt Yamato nipping his neck
enthusiastically. That alone almost brought Taichi over the edge.
The
sheets rustled around them, responding to every movement they made. When Yamato
released Taichi's neck, they were immediately compelled to kiss again, as if
making up for lost time. And oh, they had much time to make up for...
Yamato
felt himself sink lower into the bed, partially from Taichi's weight. Taichi
padded small, light kisses trailing down Yamato's chest, then growled quietly
at the obstacle. Taichi nearly ripped part of the clothing as it was taken off.
With the shirt gone, he continued kissing Yamato... on his shoulder bones,
stomach, nipples...
Yamato
was anticipating what was being implied through Taichi's actions as he made his
way down. But right before the brunette reached the hem of his boxers, he
stopped. Taichi simply didn't go on, but looked down at the material for a
moment. And then... he turned to face Yamato directly, giving him a clear
expression... " We don't have to rush."
And
Taichi smiled, gave him a look of pure contentment.
Tears
brimmed on the edge of Yamato's eyes, and he released a cry of joy as he went
forward to lock Taichi in an embrace.
They
stayed like that for several minutes, basking in each other's warmth. The alarm
on the bed desk hit 9:00 am, the time they had planned to actually wake up.
Perhaps one can only sleep in for so long after 7:30. they had begun to shuffle
off the bed when they hear incessant banging on their door. It was Daisuke's
style, he rattled off a certain rhythm from his favorite song of theirs, GateI.
Taichi
sloppily slipped his shirt back on and opened the door. " Ohayo, Taichi!
Pleasant one today, no?"
"
We're in Quebec. Tu doit parler français, mais oui?"
Daisuke,
a boy of curiosity, glanced inside to see a rather winded, topless Yamato
slunking at the edge of the bed. He quirked an eyebrow, but let go of any
inquiring thoughts.
"
Ken's on his way, he had to call his mom," said Daisuke, " Do you
want to come to breakfast with us?"
"
Yeah, Daisuke. Just give us a moment. We'll meet up with you at the breakfast
bar."
"
Hai!" the younger one cheered, then skittered back to his room.
Taichi
closed the door behind him, instantly churning a new mood in the air... a
silent one.
Yamato
seemed to blank out into space, but he turned to speak to Taichi. " I
never realized it until now. Why I still felt lost even after the band's
success..."
They
cast small smiles at each other before Yamato went to dress up. Taichi ventured
to the bathroom for his morning routine. And when he plugged in the sink to
fill it up with lukewarm water, he kept his head under for a MUCH longer time.
So long, he thought he was going to drown until his mind cried for oxygen. He
came up gasping, his bangs dripping and cheeks flaring. And he felt so relieved
all of a sudden...
****
Tsuzuku...
***
Nyah,
that stanked monkeys. Should I just stop? XD
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