Unequivocal, Chapter 06
Who knew a single drunken mistake could lead to a lifetime of consequences? Yamato sure didn't think so, but now he's got less than a year to figure out how to be a dad and he's not sure he can. Taito. AU for Tri.
[Digimon] M+, family/drama, 3438 (18712) words, published 09-24-16
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by: butterflie Chapter Six
Coming Closer
All too soon, spring hols come to an end, and the new school year starts. Yamato's pleased to find he's in a class with Taichi again, and also Ratsuii this year. It doesn't take long for him to settle into a new routine, and the days fly by.
One day Ratsuii comes in with dark circles under his eyes, and he can barely seem to keep his eyes open or his head up during class. When lunchtime arrives, Yamato goes to sit by him while Taichi disappears to the bathroom.
"You look like hell," he remarks, gesturing to Ratsuii's overtired face. "You not get much sleep?"
Ratsuii groans and scrubs a hand over his face. "Luna's sick," he said. "She was up all night throwing up. I was lucky to get an hour's worth of sleep. I've gotta take her to the doctor after school, she'll probably be sick for a couple more days..." He sounds completely exhausted.
"That sounds tough..." he says sympathetically.
"Yeah, brace yourself for your own turn eventually," Ratsuii moans, resting his head on his desk.
Yamato falls silent, taken off guard. He knows that he'll have to go to school while raising his kid, but he hasn't given too much thought to what that actually means. Staying up all night with a sick kid and then having to go to school the next day? It's not a thing he's considered. He feels like every time he gets a handle on some aspect of being a parent, a new part pops up and completely blindsides him. It's clear to him that he needs to learn a lot more still.
* * *
"Please, Taichi?"
It's the middle of May now, a good month and a half into the new school year, and Megumi's due date is fast approaching. Yamato feels like he's running out of time to learn how to be a parent before his baby arrives.
Taichi makes a face at him. "Come on, parenting classes? I don't want to be a dad for at least ten more years!"
He scoffs. "Going to a class with me isn't going to turn you into a dad, Taichi," he explains with faux patience.
"I know that, I'm not that stupid!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"Some things should just be a mystery!"
"Pleeeeaaase, Taichi!" he begs, going for his best 'puppy-dog' look. This isn't his usual style, he's more likely to pretend that he doesn't care, but this is one thing he really doesn't want to chance Taichi not agreeing to, so if it means acting a bit unlike himself, he'll do it. "Don't make me go alone! I'll already be the only single dad there, and then probably the only teenager too! Please come with me!"
Taichi lets out a groan and covers his face with his hands. "I'm going to regret this," he says, his voice muffled.
Yamato beams, relieved. "Cheer up! It could be fun!"
"I fail to see how..." Taichi mutters, but he looks back up at Yamato with a warm smile on his face.
* * *
He's barely been in the room two minutes when the instructor approaches him and Taichi. "Excuse me, you two, but I think you have the wrong room."
Yamato looks at her in confusion, while Taichi blushes and tries to hide behind him, still not wanting to be there. "This is where the receptionist told me to go..."
"She must have got it wrong, or maybe misunderstood you. This is a class for expecting parents."
He looks around at the room, at the naked baby dolls on the table by a large easel, and the various diagrams and pictures of foetal development and newborns and who knows what else plastered to the walls. Then he looks back at the instructor standing impatiently near him, her arms folded across her chest. She's short and thin, her long black hair done up in an imposing bun, and there's a stern look on her face. She's clearly trying to look fierce, but Yamato refuses to be intimidated. "Right," he says, nodding.
"So you're in the wrong room."
He blinks. "But you just said this is a class for expecting parents..."
Behind him, Taichi whimpers and tries to sidle towards the door.
"You're wanting to be in a class for expecting parents?" she asks doubtfully, looking him over.
"Yes," he says, nodding again. "My dad signed me up."
She frowns at him, lips pursed in annoyance. "This really isn't meant to be used as a warning class for teenagers... I'm sure your dad thought it would be a good idea, but-"
"It's not like that," Yamato says, trying to sound earnest and innocent. He has to admit he's enjoying messing with her a bit. He doesn't like when people make stupid assumptions. "My dad signed me up because I'm going to be a dad in a few months. Some girl I don't really like is having my son and I'm keeping him."
"Then why isn't she here with you?" she asks sternly, glancing over to Taichi, who has reached the door now, and is trying to edge it open silently.
He shrugs, then leans back and grabs Taichi by the arm, yanking him back up next to him and putting an arm around his best friend's shoulder. Taichi adopts a 'deer-in-headlights' look, which he cheerfully ignores. "She doesn't want the baby, and I didn't want to come here alone."
She glances between the two of them. "I see," she says slowly. "Well, if this is where you and your boyfriend are supposed to be, go ahead and take a seat. The class will be starting soon."
Yamato flushes at her misunderstanding, but doesn't try to correct her. He likes the thought of being seen as Taichi's boyfriend. "Thank you," he says sweetly instead, and drags Taichi over to one of the still-unclaimed blue mats on the floor.
When they're seated, Taichi looks at him, a curious look on his face. "Why didn't you correct her?" he asks.
He flushes again, but before he can think of anything to say, the instructor stands at the front of the group and begins to speak. 'Later,' he mouths at Taichi, and then looks away, pretending to listen intently.
Five minutes later, Taichi's entire face is bright red and Yamato's regretting showing up himself, as their instructor goes on and on about cervix dilation, complete with illustrated pictures for emphasis.
"Active labour takes you from about four centimetres to ten centimetres," she's saying.
He desperately wants to seem adult while he's surrounded by all these other adult couples, so he doesn't show any visible reaction, but he can feel his stomach flipping over at her words and is pretty sure Taichi's is doing the same, judging by the look on his face.
"It just means that the cervix is gone. Over the head," she continues.
He's pretty sure he's going to lose it soon if she doesn't move on to a new subject. He's going to kill his dad for signing him up for this. Sure, he'd mentioned wanting to learn a bit more about being a parent, but he doesn't see how this is supposed to help him raise his son.
"So the thinner part, where it goes from being a doorknob, to a mushroom, to a fat pancake, to a thin pancake..."
If he'd had an appetite before, he definitely doesn't now. This is more than he's ever wanted to know about the female anatomy. Hell, just the night with Megumi had been more than he'd wanted to know. He hasn't really bothered trying to label his sexuality so far, but 'straight' isn't it.
"I'm going to kill you for dragging me along to this," Taichi hisses in his ear, unknowingly echoing his earlier similar thoughts, and he can only give his best friend an apologetic look.
Half an hour later, he's desperately wishing their instructor was still up there talking about cervix dilation as he looks at Taichi in a slight panic.
"Why do I have to be the mom," Taichi is grousing.
"Because I'm the actual dad," Yamato tells him, and takes a deep breath before putting his hands on Taichi's back. He begins to do the massaging motions the instructor is showing them, trying to copy what she's doing and ignore how intimate the action is, and how unsettled it makes him feel. His crush is suddenly raging at the forefront of his mind, and he swallows and hopes fervently that he doesn't embarrass himself in any way.
Somehow, he stumbles through the rest of it without making an idiot of himself, and at last the class is over with. He and Taichi soon find themselves standing outside the building in the evening sun, and he's trying to calm his surging hormones and wondering how he's supposed to survive the other two classes he's still signed up for. There's a slight breeze in the air, carrying a warmth that hints at the summer weather just around the corner.
"The last half wasn't so bad," Taichi remarks cheerfully, stretching his newly-massaged back and shoulders. "I could get used to that."
He groans, his mind still stuck on all of the awful things he'd had to think about to avoid embarrassing himself. "I need a drink after that."
"Isn't that what got you into this in the first place?" Taichi asks, smirking.
Yamato rolls his eyes. "Well I can hardly get you pregnant," he says flippantly, not really thinking about it. It's only when Taichi's eyes widen at the implications in his statement when he realises what he's said. He tries to backtrack, blushing. "I didn't mean it like that!"
"How did you mean it then?" Taichi asks, and there's something in his voice that makes him think his best friend really wants to know. That he isn't joking around.
"I just-I meant-" he flounders for a moment, at a loss. He doesn't know how to answer. He's not ready to admit his crush, too terrified of rejection and feeling too vulnerable after the last half hour. "I just really need a drink!" he finally says, avoiding the subject.
Taichi looks at him for a moment, and he thinks despairingly that Taichi isn't going to let it go, that he's going to press until he's got the truth-but Taichi's apparently a better friend than he gives him credit for, for he takes pity on him. "Your dad still keep the alcohol in the top cabinet?"
"Yeah..."
"Come on, then," he says, and starts to walk down the sidewalk toward Odaiba Seaside Park Station. After a brief hesitation, Yamato follows him.
* * *
Two hours later, the alcohol is a pleasantly warm fire in his stomach, and he realises he's drunk. His dad's thankfully not home, having left a note on the fridge.
Working extra late tonight, it had read. Be home around eleven or so most likely. Do whatever you like for supper. -Dad
He and Taichi had started out sipping on his dad's beers he'd found in the fridge, commiserating about the horrible experience that had been that class and playing some video games to unwind. They'd abandoned both the beers and the games an hour ago, and were now just sitting around on the floor, swapping the bottles of hard liquor they'd swiped back and forth, enjoying each other's company.
"You're really pretty, you know," Taichi says at one point, reaching out to pat Yamato's hair with a goofy smile on his face.
He tries to bat Taichi's hand away and misses, falling back against the front of the couch. "Are you trying to flirt with me?" he asks, his words coming out slightly slurred. He goes to take another drink and realises the bottle is empty. He holds it up in front of his face, looking through the clear glass with a sad look on his face, wondering if he can will more alcohol into existence with just his mind.
"Maybe," Taichi says, scooting closer, and it takes him a moment to remember his own question. "I can't help it. You're just too pretty."
Yamato blushes, not knowing how to respond to that.
"But now you're gonna be a dad... You probably won't have time for dating..." Taichi sounds saddened by this thought, and pats Yamato's hair again.
He tilts his head slightly away, looking speculatively at the other boy near him. "That's not true..." he says hesitantly. He can have time for dating. Can't he? If it's Taichi? "Is it?"
Taichi just sighs, and runs his fingers through Yamato's hair, petting it. It feels really nice, so he gives up trying to move away and leans in to the touch. They're mostly quiet for a bit, though little noises of contentment at Taichi's ministrations escape him every now and then.
He wonders at his best friend. Does Taichi like him that way? He's certainly acting like it... Yamato so desperately wants it to be true, wants Taichi to return his crush, but before tonight Taichi's never given any hint of it, and he's keenly aware that Taichi's just as pissed as he is. It's not a stretch to think that Taichi's attentions are only being caused by his inebriated state.
He doesn't want to think anymore. It makes his head hurt. He'd rather just act and hate himself for it in the morning. "You're pretty too," he tells Taichi eventually. Even sloshed, his heart feels like it's about to pound right out of his chest at what he's admitting, though he knows he can blame it on the alcohol later if he has to.
Taichi beams at him. "Thanks!"
He grabs the other bottle from Taichi's slack hands and takes a drink, needing some more liquid courage, and pulls away just a bit from the other boy. He looks at him, studying him, trying to gauge how he might react. Taichi seems relaxed and content, and has a silly smile on his face still, which widens when he realises Yamato is watching him.
Swallowing, he leans in slowly, so that Taichi can stop him if he wants. Taichi doesn't, and after a moment their lips are touching, and then they're kissing. Taichi's lips are soft, and warm, and he feels amazing. It's better than anything Yamato has ever fantasized, simply because it's real.
They break apart what feels like an eternity later, eyes wide. They merely look at each other, neither speaking, and then Taichi smiles at him, and leans in again.
* * *
Yamato moans loudly. His hands are fisted in Taichi's hair and Taichi's lips are wrapped tightly around his dick, applying just the right amount of suction, and he doesn't even know what Taichi's tongue is doing exactly, but it feels absolutely incredible. They're both still somewhat drunk and their clothes have been shed ages ago, strewn haphazardly around the living room. Yamato's already sucked Taichi's dick, and is very much enjoying Taichi's enthusiastic reciprocation.
When the front door opens, he doesn't register it right away. Taichi's swallowing him down deep, and he's babbling a mix of praise and curse words as his balls tighten, eyes shut tight, head thrown back, his orgasm getting closer.
Then his dad shouts.
His eyes snap open in horror, and he flings his head forward to meet his dad's equally horrified gaze, letting out a shriek as he tries to push Taichi away from him with one hand and cover himself with the other. Taichi, not expecting such a movement, also begins to yell. He looks at Yamato in confusion for a moment, before he swings around and sees Mr. Ishida, then he yells again, scrambling up from his position on the floor, lunging for a couch cushion to cover his nudity.
His dad brings a hand up to shield his eyes, and somehow manages to cross through the living room into the kitchen without looking at them or tripping over the mess they've made of everything. Once he's gone, they both hurry to get dressed, stumbling and half-tipping over a few times in their drunken unsteady balance. In their haste, they wind up wearing each other's shirts, but neither of them cares to fix it.
"Are you two decent yet?" his dad calls after a few minutes have passed.
"Yes," they chime back together, and his dad steps back in the room. He observes the empty bottle of gin, the half-empty bottle of rum, the scattered empty cans of beer, and empty torn open snack wrappers strewn around, as well as the long-abandoned game still up on the television screen and the cushions Taichi had pulled off the couch while Yamato had been blowing him. Looking at the mess they've made, Yamato feels mortified.
"Didn't you learn anything from your last drunken foray?" his dad remarks, shaking his head.
"Guess not..." he mumbles, hanging his head in shame. Beside him, Taichi remains quiet.
His dad sighs. "Taichi, call your mom and tell her you're staying here for the night because you got drunk and I'm not up to driving you this late, nor do I trust you to walk home safely. Then the both of you can go to bed, it's nearly midnight. We'll talk about this tomorrow, Yamato."
"Yes sir..." Taichi goes over to the phone in the living room and picks up the receiver, pressing the buttons for his home number. Yamato attempts to pick up the room some while his dad disappears back into the kitchen. He dusts the pillows off and puts them back on the couch, listening to Taichi's side of the conversation.
"Hi Mom... Yes, my words are slurred... I might have got a bit drunk..." He pauses for a moment, wincing. Yamato guesses she's angry. "At Yamato's... His dad is here now... No, not earlier... He says I'm staying here tonight, that he's not driving me and I guess doesn't want me to walk because I'm still a little drunk." He stops again to listen and looks at Yamato, making a face. "Okay... Okay... I'll see you in the morning. Love you too. Bye." He hangs up with a groan.
Yamato goes over to their game and turns off the console, nearly tripping over the cords, and shoves the whole thing towards the television, out of the middle of the room. Then he starts picking up some of the trash, Taichi stumbling over to help. He doesn't even bother with the partially full bottle of alcohol for now, figuring he can get it in the morning. "Come on, let's go to bed," he says wearily. They stop in the kitchen to throw the empty cans and wrappers away, then head down the hall to his room, turning out the lights as they go. His dad's already gone to his own bedroom, presumably gone to bed himself.
Once they're there, they both strip down to their boxers. Yamato grabs a clean t-shirt from his dresser to sleep in, tossing a second one to Taichi. He then turns out the light and they climb into his bed together, awkwardly laying side by side.
After a few minutes of silence, Taichi speaks up quietly. "That didn't end as well as I'd hoped..."
"At least you got off," he grumbles. He'd been so close, too.
"I can remedy that if you'd like," Taichi says, and he can practically hear the smirk in the other boy's voice.
"With my dad in the other room now?" Yamato hisses at him.
"Why not?" he replies flippantly. "I'll be quiet. Here." He throws back the plain blue sheets and sits up, quickly arranging himself between Yamato's legs and pulling his boxers down.
"Taichi... no... he'll hear..."
"Not if you stop talking," Taichi tells him, and then lowers his head.
Yamato lets out a low moan as he's engulfed in wet, warm heat. It takes him no time at all to get hard again. He feels Taichi's tongue flick lightly against the head as he hollows his cheeks, and he curls his fingers into the bedsheets, the sensations overwhelming him. A few minutes later he's coming, biting down on his lip to keep from crying out. Taichi swallows it all down, cleaning the rest with his tongue, and he shudders at how sensitive his dick feels. Once Taichi moves away, he pulls his boxers back up, and then Taichi lays down next to him again, throwing the sheets back over them.
"Thanks," Yamato mumbles, already feeling relaxed and sleepy.
"My pleasure," Taichi whispers.
A few minutes later he's fast asleep, snoring softly, and Yamato quickly follows suit. I'm not a parent and have never been to a parenting class, so I based the one Yamato and Taichi went to off of these two youtube videos: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DVOP-ob4ZXA) and (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmgvIVfM5NY). The lines the instructor says for the class were taken from the first video verbatim. next chapter