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The group of them are sitting in Mimi's living room, her parents being the only ones with a house big enough to host all of them together inside, and they are watching a movie. Well, they're supposed to be watching a movie. Taichi is not watching a movie, he is watching Yamato. Yamato and himself are on the couch, technically side by side but Yamato is almost in Taichi's lap, though, because the two person couch also has Daisuke, Hikari, and Ken. He can hear the two younger boys talking quietly, although he can't exactly hear what they are saying, Hikari shushes them both.
Yamato leans back against the couch, and Taichi's eyes trail the features he's seen a million times before. Up his neck, along his jaw bone, over his cheeks and nose, and then his eyes. Although his eyes are usually a sapphire blue, Taichi can see the colour change as the imagine on the T.V does. Blue, green, red, black, blue. Taichi shifts, which cause Yamato to also shift, since they are connected in so many spaces.
"Sorry," Yamato whispers, his eyes now on Taichi. Taichi shrugs, and he knows Yamato can feel it. There's a scuffle beside them, and Yamato crawls more into Taichi's lap to get away from Ken and Daisuke at the same time Hikari flees the couch. Yamato uses his legs to shove Daisuke off the couch. He lands on top of Takeru, whose directly in front of them.
"Hey!" Takeru shouts.
The rest of the group turn to figure out what the comotion is. "Yamato kicked me." Daisuke whines. Taichi takes his chance to hold Yamato in a quick half hug before the blonde is moving over to take over the seat that Daisuke had been shoved out of.
"You pushed me first," Yamato says, calmly.
"You shoved Ken," Hikari says at the same time.
"Alright, don't make me come over there!" Sora threatens. Daisuke huffs but settles himself in next to Takeru on the floor. Hikari comes back to the couch and sits beside Ken, and without Daisuke there's more room. Yamato is still connected to Taichi along the entire side of his body, but it doesn't seem like enough.
Over the years The Chosen have been together, Taichi's favorite discovery had been how absolutely willing Yamato was to accept physical affection, if the time was right. He absolutely loved hugs, and little touches, holding hands, an arm thrown across his shoulders. Sometimes Yamato would shake him off and shoot him a half hearted glare, but more often then not he just let it happen. Not just with Taichi, either. He willingly accepted hugs from Hikari, Mimi, Sora, and even Daisuke on occasion. And once even Ken had needed a hug, and Yamato had been closest.
Taichi decides that he needs more connection with Yamato, perhaps skin to skin verus clothes to clothes. Without really forming a thought on how he's going to actually do this, his hand is reaching for Yamato's. Taichi gently tugs Yamato's hand closer to him, and then links his fingers through Yamato's. It's not the first time he's held Yamato's hand, but it is the first time like this, with others around. Taichi admires the way Yamato's long pale fingers look entwined with his own. He likes it, he decides. Yamato doesn't pull away, not that Taichi thought he would, but there was always a small chance. Taichi risks a glance at Yamato's face. It hasn't changed in the slightest. His head is resting against the back of the couch again, eyes on the the movie that Taichi has missed most of. Taichi decides to push his luck a little bit more, and shifts positions even more so he can rest his head against Yamato's shoulder. The blonde doesn't react, so Taichi settles more of his weight against Yamato, and relaxes, eyes finally finding the movie. He has no idea what is happening, but he can't look at Yamato from this angle.
Taichi wakes with a jerk, lifting into a sitting position, unsure what startled him.
"Tai," Yamato says. Taichi turns to look, and realizes the lights in the room are on, and that the room is emptying slowly. Taichi yawns and rubs at his face.
"How long was I asleep?"
"Mm, maybe a half hour?" Yamato stretches before climbing to his feet. Taichi yawns again before flopping across the couch now that it's empty.
"Guys, come get snacks!" Mimi shouts from somewhere outside the room. Yamato starts to walk away, before turning back to Taichi.
"Do you want something specific?" He asks, Taichi grins.
"Food." Yamato rolls his eyes.
"Never woulda guessed that. You're a bottomless pit." Yamato disappears from Taichi's view.
"So," Sora says, and Taichi jumps, sitting up. He had missed her sitting in the arm chair in the corner. Taichi just looks at her, not liking the tone of her voice. "You're awful cozy with Yamato." She says.
Taichi shrugs. "I'd hope so, since he's my boyfriend."
Sora blinks a few times, but then she smiles. "That's so great. It's about time."
Taichi frowns at the comment, but before he can open his mouth to form some sort of reply, Hikari and Takeru are flying into the room, Daisuke on their heels. "GIVE IT BACK!" he shouts. Hikari stops with Daisuke's phone in her hand, in front of Taichi.
"Kari!" Daisuke pleads. Kari laughs. Her fingers start scrolling through Daisuke's phone. Yamato appears and snatches the phone out of her hand, flopping back into the space beside Taichi, and handing him a paper plate filled with all of Taichi's favorite snacks. Yamato hands Daisuke back his phone. Daisuke pouts but doesn't say anything else. Yamato curls his long legs under his ass so he can sit sideways, most of his weight against Taichi's shoulder and effectively taking over the remaining space on the couch.