Xiaolin Showdown Porn Story: A Whole Lot of Nothing Chapter 9

My last chapter was a little odd in terms of perspective, and I didn’t give a really good feel for Clay. I wanted to give my first real action chapter some meat to it, so I apologize if it was a little… tedious. This one’s going to start with Clay’s POV a bit so we can get into the feel of the chapter.

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Clay’s POV

After that whole crazy battle, we were all happy to be on our way home. Matt couldn’t be left to ride alone, so I was holding him down for most of the ride. We were traveling east, so the sunset lasted a good hour or two before we made it all the way back to the temple.

As we landed, I scooped Matt up into my arms and carried him to the bedrooms. The others followed me and we managed to get Matt out of his torn shirt and treated a couple of cuts.

“You think he’ll be alright?”, Kimiko whispered to me. I couldn’t muster an answer so I just smiled and nodded. She put a hand on my arm and Raimundo came to her side.

“C’mon, Kim. We should get to bed.”, he said softly. After shooting a worried look to Matt, he gave me a wink and led Kim off. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her blush slightly before turning the corner.

Omi helped me clean Matt up a bit while Rai and Kim prepared for bed. We sponged him off and took off a good amount of dirt and dried blood off of him. I noticed that he was still holding the staff, so I gently took it from his hands and propped it up against the wall. It was chilly, so we put Matt under the covers. We couldn’t find any robes for him and we didn’t want to go through his stuff so I dressed him up in one of my extra robes.

“Goodnight, Clay. I hope Matt gets better soon.” he said, bowing. I gave him a smile and he returned it. “You have done a most excellent job of tending to our friend.”

“I’m much obliged to you, Omi.” I thanked him, giving him an even bigger smile. He seemed satisfied with that, so he turned and left.

“I shall collide for tonight.” he said as he stepped out of the room.

I was baffled for a moment until Raimundo passed by the doorway and said, “I think you mean, ‘crash’, Omi.” Without so much as a blink Rai continued to his room.

Moments later, I was alone with Matt. Fortunately, my room was nearby, but I had no intention of leaving Matt alone. I was content just wondering about why Master Fung hadn’t told us about his powers. If his element is lightning, then how does that fit in with everyone else? If I think about it, everyone’s elements are connected to lightning.

It just seems odd that Master Fung wouldn’t tell us something like this. We’d never expected another Dragon Warrior, but it wasn’t so shocking seeing how Jermaine suddenly became one. I had the distinct feeling that Matt had had some other form of training before he came here though. None of us could have taken on Chase Young when we first arrived here, and it’s doubtful that any of us would be able to defeat him on our own.

“Matt, what’ve you been hiding from us?” I asked with a sigh. He just continued sleeping while I pondered the situation. There wasn’t any way around it, I figured. I was a little hurt that he didn’t tell me, but if he told anyone, I was confident that it would be me.

With that thought in mind, I went and got a couple of extra sheets from my room. I set myself up so that I would be here when Matt woke up. We were so close that I could hear him breath. Having him an arm’s length away was a comforting thought. Before I went to bed, I took off my robe top, deciding to sleep in just a wife beater. I also discarded he hat and boots for once. While I set up my bed and blew out he candle I wondered how Matt would react to me being in here. I would hate to see how Matt would react to seeing me in my boots while I slept; the very thought of it brought a small chuckle.

I just laid down and relaxed while I listened to the sounds of Matt sleeping. Every now and then, I would hear him whine or grunt. Those sounds just made it excruciatingly hard to resist cuddling up with him. It was so difficult almost started whining myself. If Matt woke up with me on him, he’d probably scream rape. The very thought made me less inclined to the idea of snuggling.

The only thing I could do was put my hands behind my head and let my eyes droop shut.

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Matt’s POV

I woke up and tried to get up, but the effort only made my head start spinning. I decided to keep my eyes shut while the sensation wore off, so it was a mystery to me why my pillow felt abnormally firm. I rubbed and poked it, and it was soft, but very dense. Another thing was that it seemed to be wrapped around me, so as I felt up and down the “pillow”, I came to a hand, and also a mop of hair.

“What the-“, I started groggily. When I opened my eyes, I saw Clay watching me, like he’d been watching me sleep. “Um… Clay, what’re you doing?”

“I-I… Uh…”, Clay stammered. It was clear he was watching me sleep, but I still needed an answer to why he was here in my room. “Matt, I… uh.. Well.”

This was obviously going nowhere fast. “Clay, why don’t you start by explaining to me what happened last night?” After that little nudge, he told me that he took me in here yesterday, cleaned me up, and stayed to make sure he’d be there if I needed anything.

Apparently, he’d made a seperate bed, and as I was still laying on him, I looked back and saw that my bed was mussed and empty. It looked like he was telling the truth, so I let it slide this time. I might as well enjoy the situation too while it lasted. Dawn hadn’t cracked yet, so we had some time to waste.

We ended up staying there for about an hour while we talked about everything from where we came from and just ourselves in general. While Clay told me of the farm and his childhood, I laid on his chest with my eyes closed. It was sort of chilly outside, so his body heat was comforting.

“You listening, or are you sleeping?” he chuckled. The bouncing under my head caused me to groan and laugh.

“I’m listening, I’m listening.” I laughed sleepily.

“Well, if you were listening, then you would’ve known that I was finished”, he told me. I blushed and decided to start explaining my home life. Clay listened intently.

“Well, my mom was a famous martial artist. When she was little, she was adopted from somewhere in eastern Asia by some rich family. I’ve never known the exact details of her childhood becuase she never believed on dwelling on the past. I’m pretty sure something happened though because she used to cry whenever I asked her about my grandparents.” I paused a little there and pondered the subject. When I realized Clay was still waiting I continued .

“She’d been training since she could walk in every form of fighting style imaginable. She’s the one who taught me how to fight. My dad on the other hand was a sholar. He was something like a child prodigy. I mostly remember that he always made me think and figure things out on my own. Every time I asked him a question, he’d ask me, ‘Why do you think that is?'” I laughed at the memory of my father.

“I lived with them in Texas until I was seven, then they decided they would let me experience the world. From that day forward, I was traveling one place or another. My home was usually the spare room of a family friend’s house or a hotel room in some exotic city. I haven’t spent more than a couple months with them since. I was actually with them right before I came here. I caught a plane here and then they cut me off as soon as I landed. I guess they didn’t want me to turn back before my training was finished.” I sighed, letting Clay process what I told him.

Clay responded after a good minute or two. “So, you’ve been spending the last couple of years around the world? I reckon that does a guy good, but at seven? That’s a whole load of nonsense. My folks wouldn’t’ve let me cross town let alone cross borders when I was seven”

“Well, I don’t know about that, but you get used to being on your own after a while. I made alot of friends in different places, so I’d be set if I was ever on the run in a foriegn country.” I replied. “Although, if I could go back, I probably would’ve done it a little differently.” Thinking about my past and parents was a little odd, but it was nice to have someone to turn to like Clay. I couldn’t help but have some doubts about my parents intentions. Ever since I was ten, I wondered why they decided to send me off instead of raise me at home. Clay sensed my unease and held me closer.

I smiled and buried my face in his chest. The warmth sent tingles down my entire body, and I could feel my toes curl in pleasure. When I thought about it, Clay had been so wonderful to me this entire time. He’s very easy-going and patient that it makes me feel ashamed of how much different I am. I’ve often caught myself being hot-headed, scatter-brained, and antsy during my stay at the temple. It’s a wonder I don’t send people through the roof with my constant twitching and movement.

After my musings, I suddenly hopped up and said, “Well, we’d better get a move on, right?” As I stretched and limbered up, Clay just laughed and grunted while he rose. When I came back up from touching my toes, Clay spun me around and gave me a big bear hug. While I was laughing into his chest, he kissed the top of my head.

I laughed and looked up at him. Something hit me then. “Clay?”

“Yeah? What is it?”, he asked. He seemed slightly puzzled.

“What were you trying to tell me earlier?” I responded. There was still some confusion there. “I mean, before Dojo went all red alert with the Wu.” I grabbed the staff and held it close.

“Oh…” was all Clay could say. I waited for something more, but he just looked away blushing. In his pants and beater, I could see his entire torso redden up. While he was looking for something to say, he picked up his hat and fiddled with it.

I could only smile and giggle at his embarrassment. While he was stuttering and stammering, I wrapped my arms around his neck forgetting the staff and nuzzled the cup in his shoulder. In response, he held me close and laughed while kissing the top of my head.

“Matt”, he asked me. I looked up and let him continue. “Well, Matt. I think you can tell already that I really like you.”

I looked him over while we were still hugging. “I would bet on that.”

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…” he paused while I tried to coax out an answer from him using my eyes.

“Yes?”, I asked impatiently. Chances were that we’d be here all day if I didn’t give him a little nudge here and there.

“Would you like to go take a walk with me some time?”, he asked. I was a little confused as to how that could embarrass him so much until he said, “You know, just the two of us.” I was absolutely beaming while he waited for an answer.

“Of course, Clay!”, I yelled. His blush reemerged and I pinched his cheek before going back to stretching. After a couple minutes of toe-touching and back-scrunching, we got ready to leave. Oddly enough, I was wearing Clay’s shirt. I hadn’t noticed it before, but when I brought it up to my nose, I could smell deodorant and something spicy near the end of the sleeve.

I didn’t notice Clay looking while I inspected the shirt. “Enjoying yourself?”, came the question from behind me. I turned around slowly with an innocent face on and was met with Clay with a raised eyebrow. He had his hat on by now so it made him seem a little more serious. My face grew hot and I quickly discarded the shirt. I saw him turn and chuckle, so I took that opportunity to get out of there. He was still collecting his boots and blankets, so it seemed like a good idea to take a shower while he was busy.

Yesterday’s robe was the only one I’d gotten so far, so I would have to make due with another outfit. Grabbing a bag of toiletries and a change of clothes from my bag, I headed to the showers.

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By the time I left my room, the morning had barely begun. It was an odd feeling because Clay and I had been talking for what seemed like an eternity. Not that I was complaining; quite the contrary really. It was just the knowledge that we were awake when others were still dreaming made our conversation seem so much more private and special.

“God, I’m hopeless”, I muttered to myself as I stepped out of the shower. Well, hopelessly in love. I was careful not to say that part out loud because Clay had come into the room at some point of my shower and gotten into the shower

After the shower incident, I had gotten into the habit of changing in the bathroom. However, this time Clay was just in the next shower stall. They were fully closed, so he couldn’t look out on me, but we could still somehow time it so that he stepped out right as I dropped my towel.

I waited a second and decided to just get it over with, so I dropped my towel and pulled on some underwear. Surprisingly, I made it into my full outfit without a hitch. Today, I decided to wear all black. I had a pear of black baggy sweats and a long sleeved shirt that hugged. I’m not really sure if it was too small for me because the sleeves reached only halfway down my forearms, but the rest was perfect. On my wrists, I had black sweatbands. They weren’t really necessary, but I find them fun to play with while I’m bored.

Confident in my decency, I strutted out of the bathroom. I made it halfway back to my room before I had a face-palm moment(1): I’d left all my crap in the bathroom.

There was no way I was leaving it there when I had to deal with the likes of Raimundo, so I sprinted back to the bathroom and collided with something big, blond, and soapy. I was knocked back and stumbled onto my butt. When I looked up, it was Clay coming out of the shower. He was dripping wet and had an armful of clothes and that same arm was clutching the towel. I decided to play off my embarrassment, so I greeted him.

“Hey, Clay. What’s up?”, I asked nonchalantly, still on the floor. There was really nothing else I could think to say, so I turned to the normal greeting.

“Not you.”, he replied, with a little chuckle. Even then, I still didn’t attempt to stand.

“Well, what’re you doing?”, I shot from the floor. The answer was pretty obvious though.

“Um… The answer to that is pretty obvious, don’t you think?”, he replied, motioning to the towel and wet body with a flourish of his free arm. My eyes followed his arm, but I looked away as soon as it traveled too low. He made no move to help me up.

“Oh, yeah… Well, I guess I’ll see you later then”, I mumbled. “So… I’m just gonna go and get my clothes now.” I started to get up, so Clay tucked in his towel and reached over to help me, but his wet feet slipped and he fell on top of me.

He was laying between my legs with the pile of clothes strewn around us. It would’ve been quite the scene had anyone looked. My hands were braced against his chest from the impact and he was still a little dazed from the fall. When he finally came to, he lifted himself off from the ground with his hands, and looked down at me. As he processed the scene, the realization hit him that we were in a very inappropriate position, so he made a sort of yelp and scrambled off of me.

“Matt, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to. It was an accident”, he blurted while his hands motioned towards me in apology. Having him so flustered and embarrassed made me think back to the first shower incident and think, “Oh, how the tables have turned.” Seeing him start to panic, I put a hand on his shoulder.

He stopped immediately. “It’s alright, Clay. Calm down. You act like you didn’t like it”, I joked. Apparently, that didn’t help the matter. After I collected all of his clothes, I gave him a wink and he groaned. “That wasn’t a no”, I said to myself, giggling.

He still didn’t seem satisfied, so as I handed him the clothes I tiptoed and gave him a peck on the cheek. It was the first one he got since the sunset kiss business. While I retrieved all of my stuff, I couldn’t hear him moving. I came back out and the only change was that his hand had found its way up to the considerably redder cheek.

“Yes, how the tables have turned”, I thought with a secret laugh.

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(1)A face-palm moment is a moment where you slap your forehead with the palm of your hand.

Well, Chapter… 9? is it? I can’t even remember. I really should read my own work . Well, I hope you enjoyed it, and review if you’d like; ttfn.