The warm left hand was leading Mao to a destination, still unknown to him. With his right hand he squeezed Daisuke's, wanting to get his attention again.
"You know, your birthday is my favourite day of the year." The older actor tried to divert Mao's attention for a moment by a change of topic.
"Hopefully, you realise it's not my birthday today," Kyousuke answered, knowing his attempts to pull out any information about the surprise from his beloved were in vain. "Besides, shouldn't that be my favourite day?"
"I just thought we could share your special day. And, as a bonus, you could have my birthday too... And of course I remember your birthday!"
"Wait, would that mean I get two birthday cakes a year all for myself?"
"You want that badly to get birthday cakes twice a year?" Daisuke smirked at his lover. "That's the only thing you're curious about now?"
"I'm also curious about how long you are going to make me wear this blindfold?"
"That's not what you said that one time I used it on you."
Embarrassed, Mao almost tripped over his own legs and hissed at him, "Daisuke."
"Ah, I've forgotten you can't see anything right now," Watanabe said, and then quickly added in a lower voice, "Don't worry, there's no one nearby." To emphasize his words, he sensually touched the back of Mao's neck suddenly, nearly making the blinded man moan aloud.
"You did that deliberately."
The older actor's genuine, muffled laugh was the only reply to that accusation.
"Seriously, stop teasing me already."
"Never. Your pouting face is too cute."
"Cute?"
"Endure it for just a few more steps, we're almost there."
The younger man sighed as their lonely footsteps against the paving reverberated in his ears. As they came closer to their destination, the sound of flowing watercould be heard in the distance and the fresh breeze that softly blew into his face smelled of woods. Something familiar was in that aroma. With his beloved's hand still holding his, Kyousuke somehow felt at ease. He breathed in deeply and tried to recognize the familiar scent, but he couldn't place it. Slightly frustrated, he let his mind wander.
Carelessly lost in his daydream, Mao stumbled against the uneven pavement. He managed only to gasp, before losing the ground under his feet. But the instant he should have met the ground, Kyousuke suddenly felt warmth instead. Before his body had reached the rough surface, strong arms around him saved him. He swallowed loudly. The danger was already gone, but the only sound he could hear now was his own fast breathing.
"That was close," Daisuke said, his own breath quickened too. The second he saw Mao falling, fear filled his mind. In the moment of sudden adrenaline, he quickly managed to catch Kyousuke in his arms before he hit the ground.
"Oh God, I'm sorry Mao. Is everything okay?"
"Just a little scared. If you weren't here, I would have ended up with a more painful experience."
Watanabe took the blindfold off Kyousuke's face. Still in his embrace, the younger man opened his eyes and calmed his breathing.
"I should have watched you better when you were walking blindfolded. I'm so sorry."
Daisuke smiled at him, still worried, and pulled him up to his feet. Mao broke their eye contact and finally looked around at their surroundings. Astonished, he immediately recognized the place.
Truth be told, Hamao had his fair share of surprises in his life, most of which were caused by Daisuke. Like the golden necklace with his lover's initial that he was embarrassed to wear at first. Or the bedroom full of candles, rose petals, and chocolates on the Valentine's Day. Or getting an unexpected package filled with homemade cookies during his stay in New York. But this was the most over-the-top thing Daisuke could ever think of. Considering their conversation the day before, he should have been prepared. And yet, he couldn't believe Watanabe did this. 'Don't think about that, it'll be a fun small trip.' What a liar. Kyousuke thought as he unwittingly began to smile.
British Hills. He took him to British Hills. The place full of their memories from filming the Takumi-kun movies. Unforgettable trip of his life? Oh, definitely.
Still holding each other's hands, they walked up to the check-in desk. After filling in some forms, they were asked to wait for a few minutes. The girl behind the desk said something about fetching the keys for their room and left them alone for a moment. Daisuke looked at Mao with a smile that reached his eyes.
"I know a fun thing we can do in a few minutes."
"Dai-chan, the last time you said that, we ended up together in a bathroom stall for much more than a few minutes."
"But it was fun, wasn't it?"
"Apart from the fact that Kane-chan practically caught us red-handed because of our too loud moaning."
"And the fact that it happened during the break of a live broadcasting. I had to silence him and make up some excuse for Kimeru and our fans." Daisuke smiled at the memory of their momentary whim. He still remembered Kanesaki Kentarou's mocking 'Gii, Gii!' during their broadcast. "But it was totally worth it. I wouldn't mind repeating that."
But before they managed to do anything reckless, the girl returned with the keys.
"I am sorry to have kept you waiting. Here are the keys. Second floor, room number 305. Your luggage will be brought to your room shortly. Have a nice stay at British Hills!"
They went up the stairs, passing through the familiar looking corridors. When Mao opened the door, a luxurious suite appeared before their eyes. The living room, bedroom, and bathroom were furnished in an antique British style, just like the rest of the hotel.
"Ah, it's one of these rooms in which we were fooling around during our free time on the set," Kyousuke noticed. "And that four poster bed!"
"Yeah, it's really similar. I think it might be even the same room."
Daisuke gracefully fell on the king-size bed and Mao followed. As he playfully fell on his lover, the mattress sagged a little bit under their weight. Both of them were still laughing, when Kyousuke rolled off him trying to nestle into Daisuke's arms. Smiling, Mao snuggled into his chest.
"What do you think you're doing?" Daisuke asked amused, as Mao wrapped himself around him and refused to let go.
"Cuddling with you, obviously."
The way Mao was wriggling and trying to get comfortable in his embrace reminded Daisuke of a cat. Watanabe pulled him even closer and leaned their foreheads together. At the same time, their wandering hands were looking for each other until their fingers interlocked.
"I could get used to such a big bed." Kyousuke rubbed their noses together.
"Me too, but I doubt it would fit into our bedroom."
"When I finish my studies in New York, we are buying a new flat. Together. And a bed like this."
"Okay, I agree to buy a king-size bed, but without the posts. They take too much room."
"But Dai-chan," Kyousuke said, purposely prolonging his lover's name. "They are an important part of the design..."
"You can always try to make me change my mind," he replied, his mouth curled up in a gentle smile. When Daisuke looked into his eyes, he saw something more dazzling than the blue sky he adored so much. Love mixed with lust were reflected in the chocolate-coloured irises. That look made Daisuke's heart warm. His own personal sky was hidden behind those brown eyes. His own heaven.
Kyousuke leaned over him, stopping only millimetres away from Daisuke's face. His lips were almost touching him. Daisuke could feel Hamao's heavy breathing on his skin. Wondering where his lover will place a kiss, his gaze turned to the buttons on Mao's shirt. Kyousuke placed delicate pecks on his mouth, similar to their first kisses, full of pure, innocent affection. Those chaste kisses parted Daisuke's lips and made him hungry for more.
Out of the blue, forceful knocking on the door echoed in their room.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Watanabe stood up, fed up with the fact that something always disturbed his time alone with his lover. Cursing under his breath, he walked towards the door.
"Yes?" he opened and asked with a fake smile.
"I have brought your luggage, sir."
"Ah, yes. Thank you."
The porter put their bags down, politely bowed down, and left. After Daisuke closed the door and, just in case, locked it, Mao burst into laughter.
"For a moment there I thought BabaRyo had somehow found us," Kyousuke giggled while still sitting on the bed, his shirt already unbuttoned. He was wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.
"Me too. But even our Baba-chan is too busy to intrude in our love life all the time." Watanabe chuckled. "Speaking of the devil, I need to turn off my phone. Just to be safe."
When Hamao heard that, he laughed even louder than before.
"I won't let anyone ruin the mood this time." Daisuke brushed his hand against Mao's cheek.
"I'm happy to hear that." Kyousuke replied as he pulled his lover onto the bed once again.
Mao lay once again on top of his beloved and started kissing him more passionately than before. Their tongues danced together lasciviously, yet leisurely. Daisuke quickly took over, covering his lover with his body. Soon, the younger man was at his mercy and Watanabe was kissing him breathless. When they pulled away, their mouths were wet with each other's saliva. Once Daisuke began to undress the both of them, Kyousuke leered at him. In next to no time, both of lovers were wearing nothing but a yearning for each other. Nothing mattered to them anymore. Just the fact that they could be with each other was enough.
The same warmth that earlier had saved Hamao from the fall, was now pressing against his nude flesh. By the time Daisuke started stroking his sides, the lovers were breathing heavily. Most of the love bites were still visible on Kyousuke's soft skin. Daisuke admired them with fondness, almost worshipped them with his mouth. He could taste a subtle aroma of soap mixed with sweat on his skin. Still fervently kissing him, he eagerly explored his body. His hands gradually moved down to Mao's hipbones. Daisuke sucked his tongue seductively, yet his touch was overflowing with tenderness. Lower and lower, his hands fondled his beloved's flesh.
"Kyousuke..."
The very sound of his voice made Kyousuke's heart beat faster. What was left of his sanity seemed to get lost in this deep whisper. Hamao gripped the back of his lover's neck to draw him closer. Daisuke's amorousness was irresistible and contagious. The older lover took Mao's lower lip between his and began to suck it in an arousing way. Unconsciously, moans full of desire spilt out of Kyousuke's throat, and his hands ran over the muscular body, caressing Watanabe with equal passion. It was his turn to send shivers down the other's spine. As he thought, so he let his lips roam on Daisuke's skin. While softly nibbling at the skin of the older man's neck, he pressed his mouth against a sensitive spot on his throat that drove Daisuke crazy.
Touches laced with lust were created out of their impatience. As they broke off their too long kiss once again, both of them were panting from the lack of the air. Daisuke's fingers reached Mao's mouth. Kyousuke was flicking his tongue against the long fingers and sucked them, covering them in his saliva. With half-lidded eyes, Daisuke observed his actions closely. His fingers disappeared in his lover's mouth, almost mimicking the act of lovemaking. Moans escaped his lips every time Kyousuke's wet tongue licked his finger too eagerly, too erotically. Instinctively, Kyousuke spread his legs to make more room for the man he loved. Their bodies were practically trembling from excitement, when Daisuke carefully prepared him.
The younger man lifted his hips and Daisuke locked him in his embrace. Anticipating what was about to come, Kyousuke swallowed loudly. He gasped and dug his fingernails into Daisuke's back when he felt him inside.
"Ah!" Mao's head hit the pillow and bit his lower lip. Even though his lover was moving as gently as he only could, beside pleasure, the pain was visible on the younger's face.
"Hurts?" Daisuke asked concerned.
"It's okay. Just... It's been so long..."
"I know, my love."
Careful with each of his movements, he sucked his tongue again. Mao returned the erotic kiss, brushing against his lover's tongue. As Daisuke went deeper, Kyousuke too dug his nails deeper into Daisuke's flesh. Unwittingly, Mao was marking him in his own way with his fingernails. But even the pain they were causing to each other seemed like sheer bliss when they were together.
"Look at me, Mao."
Kyousuke didn't remembered when he had closed his eyes. The moment he reopened them, the older actor softly cupped his face, making circles on the blushing cheeks with his thumbs. He intently gazed into Kyousuke's eyes and with every slow move he drowned in those dilated pupils more. As he set a steady slow pace, the sound of their moans echoed against the walls. While Daisuke was caressing him intimately, Mao responded to his thrusts and they began moving together as one. Little by little, ecstasy was flowing through their veins like blood.
Kyousuke's impatience told him to thrust his hips faster, only to be stopped by his beloved. Confused, Mao tilted his head. Daisuke's eyes seemed to say that he didn't plan to rush their lovemaking, no matter how much both of them longed for climax.
"I missed you so much," Watanabe whispered. "Let me enjoy you fully."
"Daisuke," Kyousuke moaned, the moment his breathy voice reached his ears.
He rolled his hips trying to speed up the rhythm again, but it wasn't enough to make Daisuke lose control. Daisuke kept the slow pace; not only did he want to watch his lover turn into a moaning mess beneath him, but he also didn't want to hurt him. Even if that meant teasing him a little. With every stroke, desperate pleas were leaving Mao's lips until Daisuke finally sped up. But only for a brief moment. When he returned to the previous pace, Mao groaned with frustration.
"Be patient, love. It'll be worth it."
While getting used to the painfully slow rhythm his beloved persisted with, Kyousuke began to enjoy it. He felt he was getting closer to his release. At that moment he understood what Daisuke had been trying to do all along. He wasn't just teasing him; he wanted their pleasure to last as long as it was only possible. And so, they made love slowly, savouring every moment. Prolonging their mutual pleasure. Feeling that their climax was getting closer, the lovers clutched onto each other as if the other one could disappear in any little pant seemed loud to their ears. Every little moan brought them closer to their seventh heaven.
"Daisuke!" Mao shuddered as he came with the beloved name on his lips.
A few moments after him, Daisuke moaned loudly and reached his own release still inside his love. Exhausted, he thoughtlessly collapsed on Mao and listened to his heavy breathing for a while. Soon, the taller man rolled over and embraced Kyousuke tightly, his face hidden in Mao's soft, messy hair. Breathing in the familiar scent, Daisuke felt fingers lazily brush through his own hair. He pulled away and looked at his sweetheart; Mao was smiling.
"Wanna take a bath with me, Dai-chan?" he asked dreamily.
"You bet."
"You'll have to carry me to the bathroom then."
"Of course, my prince." Daisuke smiled as he took his beloved into his arms and started walking towards the bathroom, knowing that this time, the second round would have to wait until they regained their full strength.
Meanwhile in Tokyo, Baba Ryouma couldn't get through to Daisuke.
"He turned off his phone?! Clever, but I still have an ace up my sleeve," Baba said to himself in a triumphant voice. "You might have turned off your phone, but maybe your Mao-kun didn't!"
A few seconds later, Ryouma dialled Hamao's number; he heard the voicemail and sighed heavily.
"Of course, he turned off his phone too. What was I thinking...?"
Author's Notes:
That was supposed to be fluff, I swear I don't know how it ended up like that. BabaRyo couldn't keep them away, nor could I.
Also, the 'Gii Gii!' interview with Kentarou and Daisuke was real. But what had happened at that bathroom remains a mystery. As Daisuke said himself: "I'll leave it to your imagination." *winks* You shouldn't have done that, Dai-chan.