Izzy would have been lying if he denied that he'd been waiting at the airport for hours. Even though he knew Willis' plane was arriving in Japan in the evening, he'd come to the airport right after he'd had lunch to wait for him. The redheaded boy had brought his laptop and had busied himself with it as he waited at baggage claim, occasionally looking up, like he expected to see Willis amongst the swath of people even though he knew his flight was far from arriving. The hours felt like they stretched on forever, and the boy felt a little self-concious, like the people claiming their bags cared that the boy had actually worn jeans and a shirt that fit him instead of his usually baggy attire to impress his American boyfriend. So, he buried his face in his computer as he watched the minutes tick by until Willis' flight arrived.
"Excuse me. Excuse me, sorry." The familiar broken language could finally be heard amongst the fresh crowd of people. Willis still wasn't the best at speaking Japanese, only getting practice in on weekends when he talked to Izzy. "Excuse me. My bag. Sorry, but my bag." The boy was trying to push his way through, but the locals didn't seem fond of his behavior. "Please, it's getting away. It'll have to go all the way around. Can you just- Please, can you grab it for me, please? It's right there. The green one. I'm sorry, could you? Mmnnn... My bag." Izzy heard the familiar voice from where he was sitting. Hearing it for real, and not through the filter of a webcam, made Izzy realize that it had gotten deeper, but he still recognized it all the same. He stood up, shutting his laptop and sliding it into its bag that he had on his back, before he managed to slip through the crowd and grab the bag just before it vanished behind the conveyer-belt door. "My ba-!" But then he saw it in someone's hand. "Oh, my bag! Thank you so much! I..." Willis slowed to a stop. Voices weren't the only thing filtered through a webcam. So were faces. A year had past and Izzy's hair was redder. His eyes more like chocolate. His skin like a white peach. Simply adorable. He'd missed that face. "Izzy!" The blond boy, now a young teenager, ran forward and threw his arms around his boyfriend. "Izzy! I'm so happy to see you! It's been so long!" People around them were staring, some looking offended or even horrified at the blond's increasingly extroverted behavior.
Izzy laughed nervously, putting his arms around Willis as well and patting his back weakly, very conscious of the people staring. "It's great to see you too, Willis," Izzy said quietly, biting his lip a bit. "But uh, m-maybe we should get out of the crowd?" he offered with another nervous exhale.
"Okay." Willis pulled back from the hug, only now realizing he'd grown to be almost a head taller than Izzy. "Whoah... Guess this is what I get from all those leg and back cramps." He frowned a little, not liking to be taller than someone who was older than him. Much less when that someone was his boyfriend.
Izzy nodded a bit, taking Willis' hand to lead him out of the crowd still trying to get their bags. In fact, the boy was set on getting right out of the airport. He didn't say anything until they were outside and walking down the sidewalk towards where Izzy lived. It was then that he turned to look up at the other boy, smiling slightly. "Uh... you look good, Willis."
But Willis just continued to frown and shook his head. "No, I don't. I had that growth spurt and now I'm all gangly. My voice breaks sometimes. Not to mention the acne is starting to show up. And I'm getting hair under my arms!" The boy sighed, slouching in an attempt to be shorter. "It's all really weird... I don't like it."
Izzy frowned a bit as well. He'd barely had any of those problems when he went through puberty. His skin had mostly stayed clear, he was still relatively hairless, and even though he had grown a lot, he was still rather short. He sympathized with having a voice that cracked from time to time, though, as that was his biggest problem. "It's only natural," he commented, the only thing he could think of to say.
"That's what my mom said." Willis just shook his head and stood up straight. He offered his smile and said, "You look good, too, Izzy. I really missed you. Talking over a webcam just isn't the same."
Izzy felt warm inside just hearing those words. The redhead's smile returned and he nodded. "It really isn't. I'm so glad you were able to come back here this year."
Willis beamed. He leaned over to give Izzy a kiss on the cheek, whether it was socially acceptable or not. He wanted to. "I'd have swam here if I had to. No way I was going to miss out on a chance to see you." Izzy blushed, putting a hand over the cheek that Willis kissed. He laughed nervously, looking at his feet. Willis just laughed. "Come on, you moé. Let's get to your apartment. I want to get settled in." And with that he grabbed Izzy's hand and started walking again, despite not even knowing the way. He was just too eager to get there. To finally be alone with Izzy. Izzy smiled, pulling Willis into a turn down a different street so they were back on the right track. All year, it had felt like he'd never have gotten to see Willis again. But now, it felt like he'd never left. When they arrived at his building, he lead the other boy into the elevator, got them to the right floor, and took out his keys with his free hand and let them inside. "Hey, um..." Willis looked around as he slipped his shoes off. "Are your parents home?" he asked trying to sound casual about it.
"No, I don't think so," Izzy said as he took his own shoes off as well. "They said they'd be going out to dinner."
Willis grinned. "Good." He grabbed Izzy and dragged the redhead to his room where the door was promptly shut. He dropped his bag on the ground, staring at the other boy. "You missed me, right?"
"Y-Yeah," Izzy said, looking a little confused. "Of course... why?"
"Then..." Willis moved forward slowly, reaching out his hand to cup Izzy's face. "You wouldn't mind if I kissed you, right?"
Izzy's hands itched and soon came to grip at Willis' shirt. "Of course I wouldn't mind."
"Good." He said nothing more before his lips met with Izzy's. Willis was slow and smooth at first, but a year's worth of separation quickly got the better of him and the kiss deepened. He slid his tongue over Izzy's pale lips, waiting to see what would happen. Oh man, had he been waiting for this. And for too long. Izzy made a surprised, muffled noise, his lips soon opening to allow Willis' tongue in. Last year, a kiss on the cheek made the both of them start stumbling over themselves, so feeling Willis' lips so suddenly on his made his face heat up nearly as red as his hair as he pressed into the kiss. Willis had been practicing. Though he would never say how to save himself the embarrassment. Hand puppets of sorts were involved. While his right hand continued to cradle Izzy's face, the left came down and slipped around the boy's waist. Willis slipped his tongue inside his boyfriend's mouth and began exploring with good natured curiosity. He hummed at the redhead's taste; like... like a red starburst.
Izzy pulled back slightly to breathe, his eyes closed and his hair brushing Willis' forehead as their lips only slightly pulled apart. "I missed you," he said quietly, pulling a bit on the fabric of the other boy's shirt.
Willis nodded and swallowed as he tried to gather his words. Blue eyes stared into the mixed Asian face as he spoke. "I had a lot of time to think while I was at home. I missed you so much when I was gone, Izzy, and... I figured out that... the only way I can miss someone that much is..." He swallowed again. "I lo-"
"Pardon me, I hate to interrupt, but aren't you going to introduce me?" a buzzing voice cut in. Willis yelped, jumping back and pushing Izzy away at the same time on reflex. Now his face was red.
Izzy turned around, his hands mechanically snapping down to his sides when they were yanked away from Willis' shirt. His eyes fell on the open crack in the door, through which Tentomon had appeared. "Oh, Tentomon," he said, laughing nervously and forcing one of his arms back up to gesture to the blond boy behind him. "Tentomon, this is Willis. Willis, Tentomon," he said, looking apologetically back at the other boy, obviously guilty he'd neglected to mention the Digimon's presence.
"Tento? Oh! Oh hey, Tentomon!" Willis said cheerfully. If it had been anyone else, Willis would probably have thrown a fit, but he'd been wanting to meet Tentomon for a long time as well. He walked up to the insect and held one of his claws. "Nice to meet you. I'd been hoping to chat with you via three-way webcam access, but we were never so fortunate. So you live with Izzy now?"
Tentomon nodded, his attitude reflecting a smile if he had one. "Yes, the Digital World might be where I came from, but being with Izzy is more like being at home."
Willis tried not to frown in front of the red Digimon, but he turned to Izzy and whispered, "I can't understand him very well..."
"It's because he speaks in the Kansai dialect," Izzy explained quietly, smiling a bit. "Don't worry, a lot of people have trouble with it. He said that being with me is more like being at home than the Digital World. You'll get a handle on it eventually, he really isn't that hard to understand after a while if you listen."
"Oh..." Willis grinned sheepishly. "Okay. I get it. Um... Do you think you could get him to..." He jerked his head to the side, implying he wanted the Digimon to leave, but then he also wondered if Izzy was even in the mood anymore.
Izzy frowned a bit. He had to admit that he'd like for more alone time with Willis, but he felt bad. Tentomon really didn't have much to do around the house aside from watch television and talk to Izzy. The poor Digimon couldn't do much else with those claws of his and no thumbs. "How about we all have dinner first," he suggested gently. "He usually retires for bed early, anyway. He's been wanting to meet you."
Willis made a small protesting noise, but he couldn't say no to Izzy. Not when those big brown eyes were looking at him like that. "Yeah okay... Dinner sounds nice."
Tentomon buzzed happily at the mention of food. "May we have ika somen tonight?" he asked. "I do rather like that dish, and you prepare it so well, Izzy."
The American boy laughed. "Ika somen?"
"Yeah, squid strips in somen soup," Izzy said, smiling slightly. "I can make that, I think we have everything I need." He swung the door open and lead the two into the dining room before going into the kitchen. He made dinner and served it, and the three of them talked for hours about the Digital World and Izzy and Tentomon's adventures there. Tentomon seemed very interested in the Digidestined from other parts of the world and asked about Willis' Digimon only for the conversation to somehow find itself back at some bad guy the two had once faced and defeated. Izzy could see the anxiousness on Willis' face, though, and once it seemed like they'd all finished dinner and were only talking, he quickly stood to clean up and was joined promptly by his Digimon, who, once they were done, did just as Izzy said he would and dismissed himself to go to sleep rather early on the couch.
Willis was sitting in his seat just grinning down at where his plate had been. The dinner conversation had been interesting and entertaining, but had not done well to take his mind off his original plans. "Hey, Izzy, you know the thing about squid tentacles?" He looked up at the redhead then with an even bigger grin. "They're really phallical."
Izzy was putting the last dish away and practically dropped it at what Willis said, catching it just in time and sliding it into the cabinet as he blushed profusely. "Willis," he hissed in a cute and almost scolding manner, embarrassment obvious, glancing towards the edge of the couch he could see in the living room, as if he was unsure if his Digimon was really asleep or not.
"Just c'mon," the blond boy said with a laugh as he grabbed Izzy's hand and pulled him to the bedroom again. This time Willis made sure to both close and lock the door. Even if the Izumis came home and were curious about the locked door, he wanted no more interruptions. Willis turned around, reaching to turn on the overhead light, but stopped. Izzy looked fascinating in the light of the moon. The pale blue glow in the room illuminated his skin to show off all the gentle curves on his face, hands and arms. Even his hair had a sort of violet glow about it, and his eyes shimmered ever so slightly. Willis decided the light was better turned off. "Wow..."
Izzy looked confused as the other boy stared at him. With his back to the window, Willis was backlit in such a way that Izzy couldn't really make out his features, just the golden glow of the very edges of his hair. "What?" he asked, touching his face self-conciously.
Willis just shook his head slowly in disbelief. "You just look really... wow," he breathed. "You are so one of a kind, Izzy. I don't think... I could find another person who looks even remotely like you. Even if I looked all over the world." He took a few steps forward. "And while that may be the biggest sack of corniness you've ever heard..." Willis stopped just in front of Izzy, hands coming up to touch where they would. "I want to see more of you."
Izzy shivered, licking his lips and managing a smile. "Okay... i-it's been a year since we last tried. I'm definitely ready to try again if it's with you, Willis," the redhead said, managing a nod that made the soft light pooling across the floor flash in his eyes.
Willis smiled. "Great." His hands found their way to the buttons on Izzy's shirt. One by one they slipped from their holes with the help of his nimble fingers. "You know... I had dreams like this sometimes..."
"Dreams, really?" Izzy asked, and his own hands fumbled for something to do. But he couldn't think of anything, he was mostly just staring into Willis' face.
"Mhmm... Sometimes they went like our first time; just fumbling and funny. Other times it would go really well and I would try to remember for when I came back here. Then, every once in a while, they would go to really weird places." The boy chuckled softly. "But that was because I ate ice cream and drank Red Bull before going to bed." He got the collared shirt to slip away from Izzy's narrow shoulders onto the floor; not surprised to find a cotton shirt underneath it. Willis smiled and just shook his head again without saying anything. He started to moved the redhead toward the bed while grabbing the hem of that shirt and pulling up. Izzy laughed nervously when the black shirt he'd worn under his orange button-down was pulled away as well. He was skinny, soft, and small, and he knew it. He crossed one arm over his chest and held the other just to have something to do with them, before he actually figured out something useful to do with them and reached forward to take off Willis' shirt as well. "Wait..." Willis moved Izzy's arms back down. "I wanna look." Blue eyes were trained on the pale moonlit body. He could make out where Izzy's ribcage curved under the skin and soft tissue. He could see his chest moving from the nervous breath filling his lungs. He saw how Izzy's stomach was even with everything else, that is until it realized it was being watched, so it sunk in... shy. And he could see where Izzy's pelvis tried to stick out beyond his hips, but were too small depsite how hard they tried. "Perfect..." the American boy whispered.
Izzy blushed a bit more and looked down at his feet, his toes curling shyly in his socks. "N-not really," he laughed. "It's rather strange to be complimented like that," he followed up quickly, his brown eyes glancing back up into blue ones that he could finally see.
"You are," Willis insisted, "to me." He wrapped his arms around the redhead, holding Izzy's flatly shaped back as he lowered him onto the bed. Now Willis was looking over him, eyes sweeping his plain, yet appealing body once more. "Sometimes it just takes the right person to appreciate it." Willis' finger stroked the smaller boy's collarbone, swept down to his chest where it teased in a circular motion. Next his finger followed the shallow line down the boy's torso, moving painfully slow, and then dipped into the small navel he found at the end. "So cute."
"Hn..." Suddenly, Izzy regretted wearing pants that fit him. He lifted his arms and slipped them around Willis' shoulders, looking at the sheets and swallowing hard before lifting himself up off the mattress slightly to close the gap between him and kiss his boyfriend. His feet rubbed together shyly and he managed to remove his own socks as his lips moved over Willis', his own warm and wet after he'd licked them nervously. Willis hummed and leaned over so Izzy could rest on the pillow. He really liked the wet feeling of Izzy's lips on his. When they started to dry, his tongue would come out to lick them again, keeping them moist. His fingernail brushed at the hem of the redhead's pants. Willis would move it back and forth a few times before sneaking back up to swirl around the cute little navel. All the little noises this earned him made the boy smile around the kiss and laugh softly to himself. Izzy pulled back from the kiss and smiled as well, his lips still close enough to brush against Willis' as they moved, but far enough apart for him to breathe, "You've... uh... gotten a lot better at this..."
"Yeah, well..." Now Willis began to blush. "You pick up on a few things. Y'know."
"I don't think I have," Izzy admitted quietly. "Hopefully it won't be too much of a hinderance for you to... teach me by example."
The blond swallowed, trying to regain his confidence. "Do you want to see me, now?"
"Y-yeah," Izzy said, his hands unhooking from around Willis' neck to reach for the hem of his shirt again. He pulled it up over the blond's head slowly, averting his eyes to the side in embarrassment but quickly finding them glancing back, until he'd discarded the shirt onto the floor and those brown depths were locked.
Willis held his breath during the whole process. He hadn't realized how unnerving it was to have your self exposed to another. Sure there'd been that time at the hot spring, but this was so way totally different. When all Izzy did was stare, Willis got nervous. A nervous chuckle could be heard. "S-Say something..."
"You look great," Izzy breathed, heat rising beneath his skin as he looked. Willis may have thought he'd gotten gangly and awkward as puberty hit him, but Izzy could see much more definition and tone in the other boy's chest than the last time he'd seen him shirtless, and he found himself floored by how much it captivated his stare. Eventually, he broke his eyes away with an equally nervous laugh to Willis'. "Sorry," he said quickly.
Willis sighed in relief. "Thanks." After staring awkwardly at each other for some long seconds, Willis finally dipped his head down to kiss along Izzy's neck. He pressed his lips firmly against the skin leaving good strong kisses. Even his tongue would come out to lick behind the boy's ear. Even during all of this his hands kept busy. Palms moved over the surface of Izzy's stomach and would then cup his sides, rubbing up and down gently, slowly.
"Nn..." Izzy squirmed a bit under Willis. He was sensitive to every touch, every brush of Willis' skin against his own, every kiss. It made him blush and lose his voice, his brown eyes closing and letting Willis stimulate a sensitive body that had never gotten this sort of attention.
"Hey," Willis whispered in Izzy's ear. "You'll tell me if it gets to be too much, right?"
"Yeah," Izzy breathed, managing a shaky laugh. "But somehow I doubt it." He slipped his arms back around the blond's shoulders. "I'm uh..." he bit his lip shyly. "Really enjoying it."
The blond boy just nodded. "Okay... Oh, um... I'm glad." Words spoken, Willis was once again leaning down and kissing Izzy. He kissed the corner of Izzy's mouth, Izzy's neck, Izzy's shoulder, Izzy's chest. Lots of little kisses on Izzy's chest. Izzy. He was kissing Izzy and it was amazing. The best. Better than he imagined. Way better. "Izzy..." Willis could feel the skin heating up against his lips. Hopefully it meant he was doing things right. "Izzy... My Izzy..." Finally the kisses reached his stomach, which was turning into Willis' favorite place on the redhead's body. He just thought it was so cute.
"Willis..." Izzy breathed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. He'd missed Willis so much. He wanted so badly to be with Willis for the longest time, and now he was getting that in a way he'd never thought he'd get to experience. His hands came to slide his fingers through golden hair. "Willis... k-keep going," he nearly pleaded through a whine that built in his throat. Willis was more than willing to do so, except that he was reaching the limits of what he knew how to do. Or at least... what they could both handle. What he could handle. Doing his best to keep Izzy satisfied, Willis undid the button and zipper on the other's pants. The flaps were folded back and soon his lips met with Izzy's soft lower belly. Willis' hands gripped Izzy's legs in the hopes that this would be enough. Izzy's breathing lurched with a sharp inhale when Willis grabbed his legs. Something twitched and moved against Willis' chin and Izzy suddenly blushed furiously, scrambling up into a sitting position. His arms came to cross in front of him, between his legs, as he pressed against the wall behind his bed, acting as his headboard. He opened his mouth to say something, when he heard a click and a creak from outside in the apartment. "My parents..." he managed in a quiet voice.
"Oh crap," Willis hissed in English. He scrambled off the bed onto the floor, grabbing his shirt and throwing the black one to Izzy. When he was sure they looked decent enough, Willis jumped up to unlock the door and open in just a crack. Lastly he slammed his hand over the lightswitch which illuminated the room much brighter than he anticipated. Izzy shielded his eyes when the lights suddenly jumped on. He felt around for his orange shirt until he finally managed to force his eyes open enough to find it all the way over by the door. He got up, only to hurriedly make his bed again before he grabbed it and put it on, messily buttoning up the buttons.
"Izzy, honey, you home?" called his mother. She came to the door, knocking softly before peeking her head inside. "Oh! Willis, you made it!" she said with a smile. "How was your flight?"
"G-Good. Good," he stammered nervously while running his hands over his shirt.
"Did you two have dinner yet?"
"Yes, ma'am. Izzy made ika somen. It was really good."
She just kept on smiling. "Well I'm glad you got here safely. Masami and I are going to turn in early tonight. We had a busy evening. You boys don't stay up too late now."
Izzy shuffled his feet nervously, but offered his mother a smile. "O-of course mom, we won't," he said, having to try so hard to keep the stammer out of his voice. He hoped inside his mind he wasn't blushing too badly.
Yoshie nodded. "All right, goodnight Koushiro. Goodnight Willis." And with that she closed the door.
Willis let out a huge sigh of relief and slouched heavily where he stood. "Oh man... That was close..."
Izzy exhaled heavily, falling back onto the bed. "You said it," he agreed, putting his hand on his head and pushing his bangs off his forehead.
"Hey..." Willis turned his head slightly, but didn't look over his shoulder. "Sorry about before. I... I thought that's what you meant. Though I wasn't really going to, um... Sorry."
"That is what I meant," Izzy said with a sigh, splaying his arms out on the mattress beside him and frowning up at the ceiling. "I just chickened out, so don't apologize."
"Yeah, but... Even if you wanted me to, you know... I don't think I could've."
Izzy nodded slightly, letting out a puff of nervous laughter. "We'll get there eventually... right?"
Willis nodded half-heartedly. "I guess so." He moved to the foot of the bed where he found the futon folded and waiting for him. He laid it out, like he remembered being taught, and laid the sheets over it as well. The green bag took the futon's place at the foot of the bed and he began rummaging for pajamas and his toothbrush.
Izzy sat up, pulling his legs up to his chest as he watched Willis from the bed. After a few minutes of thinking and silence, he asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing. I dunno." Willis found his pajamas and changed into them from where he crouched on the floor. Today's clothes were just put in a pile next to his bag. Blue eyes stared at his green toothbrush, but he didn't feel like going all the way to the bathroom. What was the point anyway? Even if he brushed them before bed he would still have to brush them again in the morning. Suddenly seemed like a waste of time, water, and toothpaste. So he put the thing back in his bag and just sat there.
Izzy frowned, getting off of the bed just to sit beside Willis on the floor. He shifted a few times, finally crossing his legs beneath him and putting his elbows on his knees. "Willis, I can tell something's bothering you," he said, brown eyes looking concernedly up at the other boy. "What is it?"
"What if I can't do it?"
"Can't?" Izzy asked, tilting his head slightly. "Willis, it's highly unlikely that you'll never be able to go through with it. If you can't do it at first, then we'll wait. That's all. I know I'm going to have some difficulty, too."
"But you're gonna want it and be way more serious about it a lot sooner than I am," Willis whined. "You're already sixteen, Izzy. I just turned thirteen, and you know what? Sex is ridiculous to me. I think it's hilarious. I found a video of this great dane humping a lawn flamingo and laughed for ten minutes. No matter how hard I try, I can't be romantic about it. All it is to me is the nature channel and turtles trying to mount each other while making awesomely hysterical faces." Willis sighed. He felt guilty for being to juvenile in front of the older boy. "Say I can't do it this time either. I go away for another year, so you have to wait another year. Suddenly you're seventeen. Who wants to be virgin anymore by then? What if I'm still laughing at great danes and lawn flamingos? You won't want to wait anymore."
"I never really had any plans to lose my virginity before I turned seventeen, Willis," Izzy said, still frowning gently. "In fact, I didn't really have plans at all. I'm not expecting anything of you, Willis, and I'm not expecting anything of my love life, either." The redhead laughed gently, unable to help a slight blush. "It's enough for me to have someone to go out with, let alone all of this. I'm really not in any rush."
"But..." Willis continued to whine softly. In the simplest, and perhaps lamest, of terms: Willis wanted to be a big boy. "But you were acting like you liked it so much. I just wanted to explore and experiment, but then you said that... And I thought if I didn't..."
Izzy just grinned and waved his hand dismissively. "I was caught up in the moment. When thinking clearly, Willis, I know that if you're not ready, you're not ready. And I'm more than willing to wait." The redhead shifted closer on the floor, before leaning over and resting his head against Willis' shoulder.
Willis grinned then. Suddenly he felt much better. He could tell Izzy's words were sincere, and he was glad. "Thanks." He wrapped and arm around Izzy's waist and pulled him along gently until they'd laid down on the futon. Willis yawned, the jet lag finally kicking in. "We can... go to the... arcade tomorrow... right?" he asked sleepily.
"You know it," Izzy said, cuddling closer to his boyfriend. He'd soon laid his head on Willis' chest and had shut his eyes. It had been a long day, but an even longer year of waiting for Willis. But Izzy was finally back in his arms, and it felt like he'd never left.