Xiaolin Showdown Porn Story: A Whole Lot of Nothing Chapter 12

I started this chapter within an hour or two of updating the last one. I’m a little skeptical of how this’ll work out, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Thank you for the encouragement icebender22, it is much appreciated.

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I can’t believe I just did that. My regrets started when I saw Matt cry. When the tears started flowing, I realized that it was the first time I’ve ever seen his feelings hurt. His entire face was contorted into a sad shape. The worst part was knowing that I caused it. I was causing this pain.

The sadness turned into rage and if I hadn’t been wrestling for my entire life, I’m sure I would’ve been in a bad position. He just wouldn’t give up and when I was in the arm-bar, I felt the same rage overtake me like it did in our first sparring section. This time, I didn’t muscle it out, but I flipped his face over into the mud. Eventually, it payed off with him letting go, and I slipped out as soon as he was off. I waited until he got his face out of the mud to flip him over, knee him, and pin him down.

I felt him claw and struggle under me and I grunted for Omi to come over. He started to tap out, but I couldn’t get up out of the mud. Omi helped me up partway, but Matt just stopped moving. Until then, I wasn’t thinking about getting Matt out, but when he just laid there, I felt as if my blood was replaced with ice. It seemed like an eternity as Omi desperately tugged at his hand. As the chilling horror filled my veins, I was glued to the spot.

He finally emerged and was practically encased in mud. When he saw me just standing there, he called, “Oh, don’t worry. I’m fine.” Frankly, I was just glad he was fine, but when I realized he and Omi had a very good chance of getting sucked back in, I bent over and hauled them both out.

Matt started to wipe off the mud, but he was undressing in the process. Omi didn’t seem to notice because he was too busy making his way back to the others without getting sucked in. I blushed a little when Matt was left in his boxers, but I still couldn’t help but look him over once… or twice. He noticed me, so I turned and looked away to think of something to say.

“Matt…”, I started, but my words were lost because he was halfway down the path back to the temple already.

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Going back to the temple was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. My frustration was pretty clear so the others didn’t follow me back through the garden. How could you face the one you love after you nearly killed him?

When I reached my room, I took a towel, a change of clothes, and some slippers that I decided to wait to put on. Seeing the mud squeeze out of my toes I thought it wouldn’t be the best idea to put clean feet in there. I was going to look for Matt, so on my way, I just thought of how I could start this extremely difficult conversation.

I figured Matt would be in the showers, so I started there. I took the towel and clothes for an excuse if he was reluctant to see me, but they were entirely empty. It’s a wonder it didn’t take him longer to shower considering I probably got mud in places where the sun don’t shine. Oh well. No need to waste this trip to the shower. I wasn’t nearly as muddy as Matt, so I just went outside to give my feet a quick rinse before I ran back to the showers. The frigid water against my bare skin made me realize just how cold it was today. With the rain gone, the temperature had dropped what seemed like twenty degrees.

While I started undressing, I thought of what Matt thought of me now. He probably doesn’t want anything to do with me after I nearly killed him over my stupid cowboy pride. But a cowboy’s got to have some sense of honor, right? The situation was so flustering that I nearly threw my hat down. It was halfway down and off of my head before I realized that this hat was what caused all of this. I was seriously considering getting rid of the hat when I took into account all of the trouble it caused. Maybe I’ll just have to give the hat a break.

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I headed back to my room after I showered and changed. Instead of my usual getup, I used a more relaxed outfit in case I saw Matt. It was just a plain T-shirt and jeans. This time without the hat. I figured it would improve the relations a bit if the offending hat was not present.

In front of Matt’s room, I stopped to knock. I was about to knock on the curtain, but then I remembered there were no doors, so I just rapped the side of the doorway with my knuckle. I left the spur of my wrist on the archway so that I could lean on it.

“Matt?”, I called. There was no answer. “You there?” Still no answer. The way I figured, it would be in my best interest to just stay out of the room. If he was in there, he’d probably fry me… literally. If he wasn’t, I wouldn’t want him to come back and to catch me snooping; in which case I would also get fried.

With a gulp I realized that I’ll probably be walking on eggshells with Matt for a while. It’ll be worth it if he forgives me eventually. My next sigh was the kind you would hear from an inmate resigning himself to five years in prison. He knew he’d get out eventually, but it didn’t make five years any shorter.

“Well, Matt. If you’re in there, I want you to know that I’m really sorry about what happened today” I sighed. My voice grew smaller and I rested my head against my fist. “Please forgive me.” When there was still no answer, I just left for the kitchen. Rai, Kim, and Omi often told me of an observation they made. Apparently, whenever I’m angry or upset, I was in the kitchen. According to Raimundo, it’s difficult to tell whether or not I’m upset because I’m in the kitchen anyways.

By the time I got there, I’d replayed today’s events over so many times in my head that I’m pretty sure that my knuckles brushed against the floor occasionally. I was totally unprepared to find anyone in there, much less Matt. He was sitting with his back to me eating something that I could smell from here. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it smelled strangely like home, which was strange because I don’t remember eating anything that didn’t have something to do with rice.

Before I did anything drastic, I looked around. At first, it didn’t look like he cooked anything because there were no dishes in the sink. I suppose the cleanup came directly after the cooking. I was actually surprised to see it clean.

Whenever one of us uses the dishes, it’s normally just left there for a good couple of hours before the person with dish duty comes in during the night after training to clean them. It really is a pain in the behind to have all those dishes late at night, but I haven’t had my turn in a while. Come to think of it, my turn would’ve been yesterday, but since Matt came… Oops, I guess somebody did my dishes.

Knowing the others, they probably would’ve done them to get on my good side while I was fussing over the hat, but they were behind me when we came back. That left only Matt and the monks. I was thinking of who was more likely to do the dishes, but seeing Matt in here made my choice a good deal easier.

I really did appreciate the gesture if it was meant as an apology, but at the moment, I wasn’t feeling too good to start with so any apologies from Matt might just make me sink another inch or two.

He still didn’t notice me, so I started to walk towards him. My heart beat quickened in anticipation for the moments to come, so I made it halfway there without getting his attention. I decided to clear my throat when I was fairly close, and he jumped from his food after I coughed lightly.

“Oh. Hi, Clay”, he murmured while he avoided eye contact. “If you want me to leave…”, he started, already halfway up with his plate. I saw that he was eating mashed potatoes, peas, carrots, and chicken with a whole lot of corn bread and gravy. Comfort food. I almost smiled when I saw it. It’s been months since I’ve even whiffed any of that good stuff.

“No, no, Matt. By all means, stay”, I responded with waving hands. My own voice sounded alien when I talked to Matt, a sensation I’d never experienced before. He was usually so easy to talk to that now with the awkward tension I could barely bring myself to hold a casual two sentence conversation with him.

It seemed as though neither of us were mad, so I decided to press my luck. “Can I join you?”, I ventured.

It didn’t look like he was thrilled, but at least he accepted. “Of course, Clay”, he answered warmly.

“At least he was trying to be nice”, I thought. It was much more than I expected from him, but it just made me see what I really liked about Matt from a strangers perspective. The events that had transpired today had taken us back a step or two temporarily, so we were basically back to being awkward around one another like strangers. Considering the circumstances, I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly Matt recovered from that blow to our friendship.

By the time I snapped out of my musings, a heaping plate of steaming food was set before me. I looked at Matt who’s plate was considerably smaller. He seemed to be eating it, but with much more fuss and picking than necessary. I, on the other hand, just tucked in and savored the good cooking. It wasn’t quite like Ma’s but it was delicious nonetheless.

“Did you cook this?”, I asked him. He didn’t seem up to talking so he just nodded with a quick glance up at me with those chocolaty brown eyes. It was a little unnerving that he still couldn’t look me in the eye. “I wish I knew how to cook”, I trailed off after a couple minutes of silence.

After a moment or two, he answered my comment. “When you travel alot, it pays to know how to cook”, he mumbled softly. His voice had a dreamy quality like he did this morning when he told me about his parents. It was a pleasant sound, and I could almost feel the rumbling of his chest on mine. The phantom sensation sent tingles down my entire body. I realized that I stopped eating, and then I noticed Matt looking up at me.

“I suppose you learned how to cook this somewhere down south”, I commented to fill the awkward silence. It was more of a statement than a comment, but it was enough to keep the conversation going.

“I actually learned how to cook like this from my neighbors in Texas”, he answered. When I stole a glance at him, a small grin had crept up onto his lips. “I used to sit in my neighbors’ kitchen for hours while my parents were away. They couldn’t take me with them most of the time because of their jobs and clients, but I always got something when the came back.” His smile opened and revealed his teeth for a second.

“Well, while they were off doing business meetings and whatnot, I would stay and watch my neighbor’s grandma cook. She was a big woman, and very intimidating at times, but she was kind when she needed to be and firm when the situation called for it.” That last bit made his eyes crinkle with laughter. I’m sure there were many more memories that included her, but this wasn’t the time for interrogation.

“So anyways, she would see me there and tell me, ‘Come help me peel these ‘taters. No use in a young’en jus’ sittin’ there all day. ‘T’isn’t good fer ethics.'” Matt was waving a finger just like Ma used to when she scolded Jessie and me. “God knows I didn’t refuse. Like her son-in-law used to say after a good tongue lashing, ‘Hell hath no fury like a Texan woman.'” This time, I could relate to that. Thinking of Ma and Jessie was enough. Imagining the rest of the female population would place any man in danger of soiling himself. We laughed at his story, and many of my own memories were revived at the thought of Texas.

The moment soon wore off though, and we were back to the awkward silence. Luckily, I still had my food to turn to, but it was just a matter of time before it ran out and we had to talk. When I did finish, my cheeks started to flush. However, Matt foresaw the talk coming so he just took our plates and started cleaning.

“Matt, don’t do that”, I pleaded a little ashamed. He seemed to be waiting for something, so I said, “It’s my dish day anyways.” He turned to me while he shut off the water. My words didn’t matter much because he just pulled out the pair of dishes and dried them. “Dang, that was fast!”, I thought to myself. My surprise was overwhelmed by a flood of different emotions when I started my apology.

“Listen. Matt…”, I started tentatively. He just gave me that dreamy stare that he did. I knew I had his full attention though, so I would have to make the best of this moment. “About what I said before, I didn’t mean it.” He still looked confused. “I don’t know anything about your home life, so who am I to tell you that your parents don’t love you?”

His dreamy stare darkened a bit as his head tilted forward. “But it’s true”, came his soft reply. My heart dropped as I saw another tear fall. It was like reliving the entire moment from mere hours before. This time around, there was no anger to hide his pain in, and he just began to sob like a little kid would. I won’t let it just slip by.

“Don’t ever think that”, I mumbled. My voice grew stronger as my words flowed out. “Don’t ever think that you’re not loved, Matt.” I cupped his chin with my hand. “Even if your parents don’t love you; Kimiko, Rai, Omi, Me: we all love you.” I brought him a little closer. “You’re our friend, and I don’t give a hoot who tries, no one can take that away from you!”

I pulled him so close that I could see my reflection in his eyes. “We all love you, Matt”, he wasn’t resisting, but his eyes told me he didn’t believe me. “I love you.” Moments passed and neither of us dared to speak and break the magic.

After what seemed like an eternity, Matt slowly gave an answer to my passionate speech. “I…I love you too, Clay”, he said softly. Up until that point, I’d been holding his arms, but I let him slip them out and lace his fingers behind my neck. I leaned forward and draped my arms around him. While I was hunching over, he rested his neck on my shoulder, so I could feel a deep vibration as he asked me, “Clay?”

“Mm-hm?”, I responded, too busy hugging him to speak. He laughed at that and he shook against my chest and belly.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” He squeezed me tighter in his thanks. He started to loosen up, and I reluctantly let him go. I looked around, and I just realized that I had no work to do anymore thanks to Matt.

“No, thank you“, I responded with a small laugh. “Now we might actually get to spend some time now that I don’t have dishes.” At the mention of spending time together, Matt started to blush. He waved off the thanks and started to walk off aimlessly before he jumped back to my side.

“Forgotten where we’re going, have we?”, I joked at him. I smiled and his blush deepened. “You’re an odd feller, Matt, but a lovable little feller too.” His brows furrowed and his eyes squinted in embarrassment. It was so adorable that I couldn’t help but pinch his cheeks.

“Hey! What was that?”, he hollered in his indignation. The transformation from mere seconds before was one of the most startling things I’ve ever experienced. I’m pretty sure it could also be comparable to the time I was stuck a ring with one of Daddy’s bulls.

The cheek pinching was pretty demeaning when I thought about it, but totally worth the scolding from Matt. “I don’t remember becoming a baby in the last few minutes. Is that what I am to you?” I was about to comment on that until I saw his very Ma-like posture. His hands were on his hips and his mouth was drawn into a thin line.

Before I could do anything, he left in a huff. It was astounding how volatile his emotions were. Within the span of half an hour, he’s gone from sorry, to sad, to happy, to loving, to embarrassed, and then he started hollering at me like a banshee.

I kept up behind him for a while and I started watching him a bit closer than I did before. His hair seemed to ripple and wave in endless patterns of neatness and disarray as he walked. It was nearly as mesmerizing as his gait. While he walked, his body would sway rhythmically. His feet on the other hand, would keep a steady beat sometimes, but then change erratically at others. Predicting how Matt would walk at a given moment would be like predicting where lightning strikes. Oddly, it seemed like he was dragging his feet on the ground. As soon as my eyes started to drift down the lower back, I quickened to catch up with him.

“C’mon, Matt, it was just a little pinch on the cheek”, I pleaded with him. He didn’t seem satisfied. “At least it was the face cheek”, I pointed out. A small smile got the better of Matt, but he didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon. Luckily for me, he entered my room. Considering I was dealing with the future dragon of lightning, I didn’t see any sense in barging into the room after him. Instead, I did what I did the last time I visited his room.

“Matt?”, I called. I waited a second.

“Yes?”, he answered rather playfully. That one warranted a double-take. Wasn’t he just angrier than Kim in a kimono a second ago? “You can come in. It’s your room after all.” I carefully parted the curtain to find Matt in my hat and a bandanna. “Whattaya think?”, he joked with a very convincing southern accent. Considering he was this small Asian guy, it was a little odd to hear a southern voice come out of his mouth.

“Put ‘er there”, he said extending a hand. Suddenly, a strong jolt of static electricity jumped from his hand to mine. That’s probably what the foot dragging was for. If only I was wearing my gloves.

“…Wow”, was my only response. It was the only thing I could think to say at the moment without sounding like a total jerk or an idiot. I was still rubbing my hand when he continued.

“‘Wow’? That’s all you can say to a fellow cowboy?”, he joked playfully. That was pushing it a little too far.

“Now wait one second, Matt”, I began. “The hat and bandanna don’t make the cowboy.” I paused for a moment to think of how to test his cowboy status. “Let’s see your roping” I crossed the room and threw him a rope from my chest. I didn’t really expect him to try, but apparently, I underestimated him because he was out the room in a matter of seconds.

I followed him outside to see what exactly he planned to do. The rope I gave him was made for trick-roping. It was held together with a piece of copper wire, so it wasn’t the best thing for Matt to be swinging around himself, especially considering he still had a little juice from what I’d experienced.

“So…”, Matt started without the accent this time. He was so concentrated that you could barely see the space between his eyebrows. Pursing his lips, he started to spin the rope. Surprisingly, it kept its loop. He kept it in front of him for a while as he looked at me smugly. I had the feeling he’d done this before. The standing loop soon progressed into Matt jumping in and out of the sustained hole. However, he lost his focus and he made made a small mistake. He stepped on the rope, and it coiled around him like a snake.

The sight of Matt tied up there on the floor was so funny that I had to run inside my room and get my camera. By the time I took the picture, Matt had just given up trying to escape and moped there. I knelt down to his level and I started to talk to him.

“You know, a real cowboy doesn’t get caught in his own rope”, I chuckled as I reclaimed my hat. Once it was back in its rightful place, I saw that Matt obviously wasn’t amused by that comment. While I was busy laughing at his expense, I didn’t see the offshoot of electricity he sent hook around and catch me on the behind.

“Youch!”, I yelped as soon as I registered the shock. I looked at Matt, and he just had the same smug look on his face from before. I guess he didn’t learn his lesson. “Ah, well”, I thought to myself. “One of these days he’ll learn. You’ll see, Clay”, I told myself (yes, Clay refers to himself in the third person in his own thoughts).

“You gonna let me out now?”, came the question from below. I looked down at Matt and as soon as he saw me looking, he pulled out the puppy-dog eyes. No way I was going to say no to that, so out he came.

As he was getting up, I just crossed my arms and tapped my foot. “You’re never going to learn your lesson, are you?”, I sighed. I didn’t even bother elaborating because it was doubtless he knew.

“Most probably”, came his reply. I just watched as he hopped up from the ropes. Other than a lose hair here and there, I couldn’t tell anything happened. The fact that he was beaming also helped to hide his earlier embarrassment.

“Wow”, I thought to myself. “His emotions change faster than cowboy in a sundress.” I did my best not to let that show on my face though, so I just tilted my hat and gave him as stern a look as I could muster. It was difficult to maintain since Matt was too busy fidgeting and just had to yawn in front of me. He always looked so cuddly when he scratched his head like that.

“Clay”, he chirped, rousing me from my pondering. I looked up and saw his eyes drooping.

“Yes?”, I cooed. If I were to speak honestly, he looked almost dead tired: his arms drooped, his shoulders drooped, even his hair seemed lank and less springy than usual.

“I think I’m going to go to bed”, he stated. The way he said it sounded like he was asking permission. Of course, I wouldn’t say no, so I shooed him off to bed.

When we turned the corner and came to Matt’s room, he looked up at me and gave me a quick, “goodnight”. I reciprocated, and I was rewarded with a goodnight kiss on the cheek.

At first, I was frozen on the spot, but then I looked around to see if anyone saw. It seemed as though nobody was there, so I just relaxed and gave Matt a kiss back. When my lips brushed his cheek, he squirmed and giggled. It was almost too cute, so I could only release some of my growing tension by pulling him into a bear hug. After I was done, I put him down and parted the curtain for him. He stepped in and turned around.

This time, I was beaming, and Matt was just yawning from exhaustion. He saw the look on my face and took my camera. That smile was preserved on film right next to Matt all tied up (yes, Clay doesn’t have a digital camera).

“I’ll see you tomorrow”, he whispered to me after he handed back the camera. In response, I nodded, but before I could let go of the curtain, there was one more thing. When Matt saw that I wasn’t leaving, he asked me, “Are you waiting for something?”

I didn’t see how I could word this, so I just stepped forward and laid my lips on his. Mine took his, and I marveled at how soft and warm they were as I put a little pressure into the kiss. When Matt put his hand on my shoulder, I pulled back. My mouth had that same tangy aftertaste as before. This ignited another set of stirring emotions.

“What’s that taste, Matt?”, I pleaded with him. “It’s been driving me crazy.” I was ready to go on my knees if need be. That flavor would haunt me for years to come if I didn’t get an answer.

“Oh that?”, he answered with very little interest. I just watched as he fumbled around his pockets for a bit. Eventually, he emerged with a small container of what appeared to be breath mints. He popped an orange mint into his mouth and held out the container to me. I accepted it and he dropped a single mint onto my palm. When I bit into it, the same tangy flavor exploded in my mouth.

“Oh…”, I trailed off as I tasted the mint. I was really hoping for something a little more mystical and exciting to be the cause of such a tang. Matt obviously wasn’t waiting on my thoughts, so he began to step back into his room.

“What? That’s it?”, I joked with him. I shifted my weight so that I was leaning my forearm against the doorway. “Just one kiss for a cowboy?” I was only kidding and I didn’t expect him to come back out, but he returned within kissing range and then made a movement up to my lips. His enthusiasm surprised me, and I was really getting into the kiss until I noticed a slight twinge in my face.

This time, I pulled away from the kiss, but when I broke contact with Matt, yet another tendril of static lingered between us.

“Son of a …!”, I screamed out from the shock. The moment wore off and I was almost angry at Matt again, but he just yawned and smiled blissfully. “Whatever”, I thought to myself as I watched him teeter slightly. I’ll let it go this time.

“Matt, maybe you should get some rest now”, I urged. I nudged him towards his bed and he made no objections. With him like this, I couldn’t just leave, so I helped him to bed and then tucked him in so that the cold wouldn’t get to him. It didn’t seem to be enough, so I ran back to my room and brought one of my quilts to lay over the top of him. With that out of the way, I could sleep soundly.

I got back to my room and laid down before I peeled off the T-shirt and jeans. I threw them and they landed spread out on top of my chest.

In one day, everything with Matt seemed to be great, then go wrong and fix themselves all in an instant. Now that I thought about it, that instant took the entire day to unravel and mend the problems. Today was a veritable roller-coaster of emotions. I don’t know if I could take that every day; the very prospect made my stomach churn uncomfortably.

The burning rage from the match, the sickening guilt from hurting Matt, the heart-wrenching apologies: all of them made me feel so low and burdened. And yet, the kisses, the laughs, the jokes: they made this relationship worth pursuing. They made my stay here so much more bearable even when I’m on the other side of the world. They made my heart sing even after it was just crushed.

These were the good times, and I know that I would treasure them for the rest of my life. I couldn’t help but smile with the joy and happiness that radiated from deep within my chest.

All of these emotions and thoughts: they all seemed to find there way back to one person; Matt. We may have our kinks and shocks here and there, but I think I’m going in for the long-haul with this one.

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Wow, this was one long chapter. I hope it didn’t bore you out of your minds reading it. I’ll try to make my next one a little more fun. No promises though . So, read and review if you’d like. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.