Xiaolin Showdown Pornography Story: A Entire Plenty of of Nothing Chapter 16

Sorry for the very slow updating. I’ve been caught up in the back to school rush plus the fuss over my new little sister. I also finished all of my volunteer work for the summer, so I’ll have much more time on my hands now.

And I have some questionable format in this one, so try to follow along as best as you can. Now that that’s out of the way… ON WITH THE STORY!

Chris

“Is this really worth it?”

The same question kept haunting his thoughts, making the doubt grow and spread across the back of his mind. It was so powerful, he could swear that he felt it coursing through his veins, making the hairs all over his body stand on end. The feeling of looming uncertainty remained as he stared off into the rolling pastures and ascending rice paddies below. To Chris, the Chinese landscape sailed by soundlessly, everything except the thrum of the helicopter’s wings muted by his headset.

The light coming from outside the window prevented anything from being reflected on it’s surface except his vague silhouette . He took out a mirror and was surprised to see that he didn’t look half bad. A little sagging under his eyes plus the onset of stubble were the only things that really marred his appearance. Just a quick shave and a cup of coffee would remedy those problems.

Checking his breath, he took a drink from a bottle of water and popped an orange mint. The familiar tang of the mint made him remember that it wasn’t so long ago that he wasn’t such a huge fan of mints. Before he met Matt, he’d hardly touch one unless offered, but now he never left anywhere without them rattling in his pocket. Taking out another, he gazed deeply into the glazed orange surface. It made him imagine Matt taking them three or four at a time. The effect was a sweet tangy aftertaste after kissing. Knowing Matt though, he’d probably choke on one before anything like that happened again.

Chris smiled at his private reveries, but the daydream was broken by a rush of static and the garbled voice of the pilot. “Sir, we’re approaching our destination. We should be there in about twenty minutes. I suggest you put on your seatbelt if you haven’t done so already.” Chris checked his watch; they were half and hour ahead of schedule.

Resting his head on the palm of his hand, Chris returned his gaze to the window.

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Clay

It’s been a couple days since the entire break-up, and I’ve been plagued with second-thoughts. He said that he hadn’t thought it was anything before the e-mail, and I can’t really blame him for lingering feelings. Does that mean that I did the wrong thing? Was it too drastic? Was I too quick to break it off so easily?

I came back to my room soaked and sore, but I’ve been feeling worse every day since. I’ve seen Matt every day, but he’s been distant and looks sedated most of the time. The others have changed around him since too. Kimiko’s taken on the role of mother-hen with Matt, and Omi, being Omi, has been trying (and failing) to understand what illness Matt has. Surprisingly, Raimundo forgot about the whole prank after Matt broke out in tears when a similar flour bomb exploded in his face. Rai has taken on the brotherly role since.

Things have changed even when Matt isn’t around. The others, noticing my aversion to Matt, have been on me like hounds on a rump roast.

“I just don’t see why you can’t tell us!”, yelled Kimiko. Her outburst made me look around for signs of Matt. “If something happened between you two, and you hurt him, so help me I’ll-“

“Woah, woah, Kim. Cool your jets. We don’t even know if anything happened yet”, broke in Raimundo. I made a silent sigh as her gaze shifted to him.

“How can you even say that! Look at him!”, she pointed at Matt who was walking on the other side of the courtyard with his hands in his pockets. His slumped shoulders and downcast eyes clearly outlined his sorrow. After watching him kick at the dirt for a moment, she turned back, “How could he not be hurt?”

“Calm down, Kim! What I meant was that we don’t know the entire story. If I was in Clay’s position, I’d want at least one chance to clear things up”, Rai gave me a side-long glance which said, “Sorry, I tried.”

“Well, there we go”, she said with a hint of finality as she placed her hands on her hips. “How I see it, you can pick one of two choices; Choice A: you tell the story and I decide whether or not to fry you afterwards, or Choice B: I just burn you to a crisp now and get it over with”, she said coldly. The ice of her words was contrasted almost completely by the steam that emanated from her balled fist. She unclenched it and pointed her index finger under my nose. “Now I suggest you talk.” I could feel the heat rolling off of her and I thought it would be prudent to start my story now.

“Well… erm… you see…”, I stuttered. She brought her finger a centimeter closer. A bead of sweat from the tip of my nose dripped onto it and it immediately sizzled and evaporated. “Okay, okay! Just hold your horses! I’ll get to telling it when you get you stop trying to burn me! I don’t want my face to turn into bacon.” Slowly, she withdrew her hand and it retreated under the singed cuff of her gi. After a moment, I went into the entire story, starting from our walk in the garden and ending with me getting back to my room.

“So I think it’s just a whole load of drama that I think I don’t deserve”, I finished. Kimiko, who’d been simmering for most of the story, took a deep breath with closed eyes.

“So what you’re saying is, Matt has an ex-boyfriend who just suddenly reappeared and you decide to leave him because he may have lingering feelings for him?”, Kimiko asked. “In other words, you broke up with an otherwise amazing boyfriend just because he’s confused about his feelings?”

When I thought about it, I looked like a pretty big asshole right about now. Matt was honest enough to tell me that he might’ve had some leftover feelings, and I broke up with him over it. The truth of the matter was that I was afraid that I would get discarded as soon as someone else stepped into the picture, so I called it quits before we even hit our first real bump. A gesture from Kimiko snapped me out of my thoughts.

She looked to Raimundo who was still a little shocked to hear about our relationship. “You know, Clay, if I was gay, I wouldn’t give Matt up so easily”, he said with a little snicker. It was quickly silenced by a smart jab to the ribs by Kimiko. “But seriously, it sounds like Matt was the best thing to ever happen to you, and I’d hate to see that go to waste; for either of you.” He gave Kimiko a toothless grin. She responded with a kiss to the cheek, but returned her attention to me almost immediately.

“You’d better go talk to him now, Bailey, because I’m not sure how much longer you have until what’s-his-name gets here”, her words had a serious tone to it, and she surprised me when she held my face between her palms. I was frozen in place, but shifted in her grip like a doll. “Clay, please don’t hurt him”, she requested in a much softer tone. While I was still there, she brushed her lips against my forehead and stepped back. Marveling at my luck for not getting burned, I got up and made my way over to Matt.

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By now, he’d finished with kicking the dirt and was sitting on a low-lying branch of a fruit tree. I could see him swinging his legs even from this distance. His hunched back and shoulders were facing me, so I couldn’t see what was going on with his face.

A bigger problem hit me; what am I going to say to him? I haven’t talked to him since he ran off, and now, after breaking up with him, I’m supposed to go in and try to get him back? My time was running out. I couldn’t stop for risk of getting a fireball up by rear-end, and Matt was getting steadily closer. When I go to the fruit tree he was in, I still had nothing to say, so I decided to just wing it.

“Howdy”, I said. Short and simple was how I was going to play it.

Without so much as a glance, he returned the greeting. “Hi”, he said with a soft voice. It seemed like there was something weighing him down, as if an invisible yoke was resting on his shoulders, restricting his breath.

“So… How’re those pears lookin’?”, I asked. The garden fruit was uncharacteristically scarce and puny. Usually, the garden’s trees bore big, beautiful fruit during this time of year; right when summer turned to fall.

“Seen better”, he answered dryly. His face was still turned away from me, but I could swear that I saw his eyes glisten when he shifted farther down the branch.

“Yeah. I know what you mean…”, I said in an attempt to keep the conversation from dying. Despite that effort, he didn’t respond, so I tried to start a new one. “So what’s up?”

“Not much”, he responded. (A/N: That response pissed me off so much! XD)

I’d run out of things to say to him, so what do I do now?

“Clay?”, he asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Yeah?”, I responded eagerly. I couldn’t help but perk up a bit. Moving directly underneath him, I felt a tear fall on my cheek.

“I’m sorry”, he said in a soft, pained voice. The rest of what he would’ve said was lost in the series of sobs and tears that followed. I hopped up and pulled myself onto the branch to sit next to him. I put my arm around him, but I felt as if I was about to fall backwards.

“Why don’t we get outta this tree before we’re hanging offa it like possums?” I suggested with a general motion towards one of the benches below. A slow nod was all the acceptance he gave before he hopped off the branch and made his way to the bench. He was sitting by the time I got down from the tree.

“Aw, darnit Matt, you ain’t got nothin’ you need ta be sorry for”, I said as I approached him and sat down. “Really. I feel more yeller than a lemon in a banana suit, and dumb as a sack of hammers to boot.”

For a moment, he didn’t comment, only scooted closer so that he could rest his head on my chest in a very friendly manner.

“So I take it you want to put this all behind us?”, he asked timidly while he looked up at me with those big brown eyes. Looking into them was surprisngly exciting. The sunlight found a way to break through the swaying branches of the trees above in little chinks of light. The golden rays gave his eyes an almost orange hue when they hit his face.

“Well”, I said with a grunt and an exhale. “I reckon it couldn’t hurt.” I smiled down at him and he returned the gesture. “So I s’pose we’re still friends?”

He pushed off me and gave me a mock punch. “Of course we are, Clay”, he answered warmly.

There was still the huge question that I had yet to touch on. “So… Matt?”, I started. His only response was to turn and stare into my eyes with a knowing look. “I was just wondering… Would you happen to still consider… I mean…”

“Darnit! Why does this have to be so hard?”, I thought to myself. The right words still didn’t come to me, but luckily, Matt got the picture.

“I don’t know, Clay. I honestly don’t know”, he said in his dreamy voice. It was as smooth as silk to the ears, and I was disturbed by how that soft, delicate sound could convey such heavy emotion. “If you were referring to right now, my answer would be a no. I’m sorry, but I hope you understand where I’m coming from.” I did understand. I understood completely, but that didn’t make it any less painful to hear.

“I know, I know”, I answered. “I s’pose if that happened to me, I’d be fit to be tied myself.” I sighed and felt an emptiness grow somewhere inside my chest, leaving a dull throbbing ache. “I was just hoping…”

“Clay”, Matt cut me off. “You’re one of the sweetest, friendliest, most caring, honorable, and handsome people I’ve ever met. You also have a sexy accent which is a plus.” He winked at me and I blushed at the comment. “To be honest, I couldn’t bear losing you, and I still can’t. As a friend, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time, but I just don’t think it would be the same situation as my boyfriend at the moment. Do you get what I’m saying?”

I nodded in resignation of a future of lonely nights. “However,” that one word made me perk up. “that doesn’t mean that things can’t change.” He winked at me again, but my expression didn’t change.

“C’mon, Clay! Cheer up!”, he pleaded. The scene elicited the slightest smile from me, but Matt wasn’t satisfied with that. He got up and gave me the biggest hug I’ve ever gotten from him. The sensation of his closeness was very calming, but the chaste comfort made me feel wistful at his touch. Sometime during the hug, he’d ended up in my lap and when he noticed he chuckled.

“Alright, alright!”, I answered reluctantly. He was almost choking me with the strength of his hug. “Get off me! I nearabout suffocated!”

“Let’s not get too excited here”, he joked as he complied with my plea. He pushed off from my leg, and the feeling of his palm on my thigh sent a thrill to a very naughty place. When he got up, he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and offered me a hand to help me up. “Well, we’d better go find the others before they worry.” I just nodded in agreement as I stood up.

“Clay?”, he asked me while we started over to the others.

“Yeah? What is it?”, I asked back in the friendliest tone I could muster.

“Do you think I need a haircut?” Honestly, that had been on my mind for a while now. Watching him play with his chin length hair, I had to admit from time to time that he did look somewhat feminine. Since he’d arrived, his ear length hair grew to the point where he could tie the entire mass of his hair into a three inch long ponytail.

“Well personally, I ain’t particular ’bout looks”, I responded. He just shot me a look that said, “bullshit”, so I continued. “But if I had to, I’d say I reckon a snip here and there couldn’t hurt.” I actually thought he would look good with short hair. It would certainly give me a better look at those gorgeous eyes, but other than that, I could live with him as is.

“I think we should hurry up. Besides, I’ll have to see if Kimiko will agree to cut my hair. I don’t trust Raimundo with scissors that close to my face, and Omi would mean well except he’d probably end up making me have to go bald too.” For each one he ticked off, he held up a finger.

“You on the other hand, would probably be my second choice.” I was a little surprised at his comment, but waited for an explanation. “I know you wouldn’t intentionally mess up my hair, but I’m not sure if you’ve had any experience beyond shearing sheep.” I was a little upset by the comment, but it was true, I’ve never (decently) cut human hair before.

“And what’s Kimiko got that I don’t?”, I asked, noticing a hint of sexism.

“For one thing, she’s a girl, and she’s more accustomed to dealing with longer hair”, he answered. I stifled an “aha” when I saw the validity of his point. “Plus she changes her hairstyle every other day, so I should hope that she knows how to do something with all of his.” He held a lock of his bangs between his forefinger and thumb.

“Well, I say you should ask Kimiko first and then Omi”, I joked. “Just in case you need to get rid of it afterward.” He laughed at my joke, but didn’t say anything else afterward, leaving me to think over things.

As we walked over to where the others were, something was still bothering me. Matt’s ex was on his way, and I just hope I can patch things up with Matt before he gets here. It seems like my time is running out.

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I’m really, really, really, really sorry about not posting in so long. I can’t stress how sorry I am, but I’m back now, and I’ll probably post in two week intervals considering that school is starting back up.

And ooo spooky Oo. It was a decent chapter in my opinion, and I started it in a third-person narrative just to make Chris a little bit of a mystery. If you want to learn about him, you’ll have to read my next chapter. Well, TTFN.