Mori panted as he quickened his pace, gasping in the warm air that seemed to be closing in around him. The boy was on his back, one hand down his shorts while the other balled into a tight fist around his sheets. Mori continued pumping his manhood, arching his back as he came closer and closer to climax. Deep moans reverberated through the boy's throat as he ran a hand through his short, raven hair, tugging and pulling against his scalp. Takashi slowed his pace, hoping to lengthen his moment of euphoria. The boy teased himself, pumping quickly for a moment only to slow down once more, each time ushering a moan from his own thin lips.
The now sweating boy clenched his eyes shut tight as he let his imagination wander back to the waitress at the coffee shop. He imagined her thin body and perfectly round breasts. He imagined her long legs, her arching back, her tight ass, everything but her face. Takashi never gave the girls he thought of a face when he masturbated. It didn't seem right to him. Though Takashi Morinozuka's logic had always been a bit…askew.
Takashi's eyes widened as he reached the tipping point. The boy's hands tightened, his back arched, and his lips parted, releasing the loud moan that had been growing in the back of his throat.
"Ha-Haruhi"
The boy shot up in bed, looking around the room as if searching for the one who had uttered the name. When he found the room empty, he knew it was he who had uttered her name.
Mori fell back in the bed, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness that seemed to leak all over his groin and thighs. The boy wiped his hand on his shorts as he began racking his brain for a reason. Takashi wasn't one of those guys who jerked it at every girl he saw, and he certainly never thought of one girl in particular. The subjects of his "affection" always remained faceless and nameless. It was out of the norm for him to even think of a real girl, much less moan one's name.
The muscular young man rested his arms behind his head, getting lost in his thoughts as explanation after improbable explanation ran through his head. Mori was so lost in his thoughts he didn't hear the gentle knocks on his door, or even become aware of the figure that had become present in the boy's small room.
"Mori? Hey Mori?"
Mori's eyes focused as he became aware of the boy looming above him. Mori turned his head lazily to the side to meet his brother's gaze. Satoshi's slender hands waved in front of his brother's face, attempting to get his attention.
"Don't think too hard, you might fry your brain." The boy said with a smile.
Mori rubbed one of his temples, confusion etched on his muscular face.
Satoshi's head fell. "Never mind…" he sighed. "Listen, Mori." Satoshi began, suddenly very serious. "Dad wasn't happy with you showing up late to practice, or about how you seemed so zoned. That's the second time this week you've been caught not paying attention."
Mori averted his eyes, looking away from the concerned boy standing beside his bed.
Satoshi sighed again. His brother could be so sensitive sometimes.
"Hey, listen, Taka-Bro, I didn't mean for that to sound mean!" Satoshi said quickly. "I'm just trying to look out for you, ya know?"
"I know." Mori replied, smiling slightly as he looked back at his little brother.
Satoshi's face lit up at the sight. It was a rare pleasure to see his older brother smile, and this time it was no different.
Mori's eyes drifted back up to his ceiling, letting his thoughts wander once more as his brother made his way towards the door.
"Oh, and Takashi?" Mori looked back at his brother who stood smiling in the doorway. "Next time, you may want to tidy up." Satoshi winked as he closed the door behind him, leaving a very surprised, and very mortified, Mori behind.
Mori looked down his torso at the mess he had made only a few moments ago. The boy sighed as he examined the large wet spot that stood out, plain as day, against his white Kendo uniform. Takashi tossed his legs over the side of the bed, pulling himself up as he did so. He hadn't showered since his jog that morning and his muscles were fairly sore. A hot shower was just what he needed.
Just as Mori's hand reached the door handle, the boy's cell phone sprang to life. Takashi flipped opened his cell without bothering to see who was calling. He smiled at the childish voice that drifted melodically through the phone.
"Takashi, there you are! I've been trying to call you all day, where have you been?"
Hani's voice was, like always, filled with excitement. Mori couldn't help but smile.
"I've been…out." He said, not feeling the need to go any further into detail.
"With Haru-chan?" the boy asked.
Takashi's eyes widened, only to drop in shame. He couldn't help but feel as though he was deceiving his friend.
"Don't feel bad, Takashi." Hani said. The boy could read Takashi like an open book, even from over the phone.
"Mitsukuni…"
"I called Haru-chan when you didn't answer, and she said you two had just had coffee together. I wish I could have gone, it sounds like you had fun!"
Mori was silent. He could hear the slightly jealous undertones in the boy's otherwise excited voice. It only made him feel worse.
"Hello? Takashi? Takashi, are you there?" Hani called from the phone.
"Yes, Mitsukuni, I'm still here." Mori answered solemnly.
"Well? What do you think? Do you want to get some ice cream later?"
Takashi smiled at the offer.
"Sure."
"Great! I'll see you soon! Bye, Takashi!"
The line went dead in Mori's hand. The boy looked down at the phone for a moment before his eyes widened. He couldn't let Mitsukuni see him like this…
Takashi frantically looked around the room for a change of clothes, forgetting that he had meant to take a shower. The boy was already half dressed before he remembered. Mori dashed down the hall, nearly colliding with Satoshi and Chika as he did so.
"Hey, Taka-Bro, where's the fire?" Satoshi called after his brother. Mori hardly heard the comment as he continued his frantic dash down the hall.
