Day 3! Again, super late, but here is the Jet-lagged one!
Fingers drummed on the lips of the basin of the tub in impatience as the phone rang and rang. His throat forced down his lump of nervousness while he waited for his partner on the other end of the line.
They'd only been in a relationship for half a year at most, a physical one for the entirety of it. It hadn't been an intentional relationship, just one they expected to last for as long as the lust did.
The lust never seemed to run out between them.
Nights turned to days and days allowed feelings to emerge. Feelings became expressions and their expressions were varied. Sweet and kind, powerful and emotional, passionate and loving.
Makoto's first encounter with the young man was during a rather embarrassing situation involving too much alcohol and untouched want and desire. The other offered warmth and protection for a night and he offered tenderness and caring.
Neither expected their one-night stand would result in something they can only describe as love.
Now, with the two of them separated by an ocean, Makoto was reunited with an old acquaintance; longing.
He missed Sousuke, almost desperately. The phone adjusted to his cheek; all he wanted was to hear the young man's voice, to hear him laugh, to remind him that he wasn't alone in this world, that there was someone who loved him as much as he loved another.
"Sousuke Yamazaki speaking."
"OH! H-Hey Sousuke," Makoto started, startled after the anticipation of their conversations, "i-it's me-"
"Hey Makoto," the green eyes lit up at the sound of Sousuke's smile, calm and kind, seemingly releasing all perceived anger in the strong jaw line, "how're you?"
"I'm alright," the younger admitted, relating the redness on his cheeks to the heat of the bathtub, "I miss you..."
"I miss you too," Sousuke chuckled, the sound of covers shuffling interrupted them for a moment, "isn't it a bit late for you?"
"It's only nine," Makoto brushed off, "but I thought this was the only time to call you since you'd need to rest for the next round tomorrow."
"I'm not saying I don't appreciate it," the swimmer laughed again, "but don't you have a midterm tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah," the young man nodded slowly, "but... I wanted to talk to you..."
Makoto couldn't believe how small he was acting and feeling, but Sousuke's seeming aversion to him watered the small seed of doubt that always resided in his heart.
"I wanna talk to you too," Sousuke seemed hesitant, anxiety brewing thicker in the pit of Makoto's stomach.
"But?" the other started slowly, pushing his worry further away from his mind only furthered it's presence.
"Well... but- huh?"
A gaggle of voices could be heard in the background, laughter bubbling from the young men and unintelligible comments which Sousuke answered with a laugh.
"Hang on Makoto," Sousuke was heard saying before scratches took over the earpiece, leaving Makoto to sit in worry; he must've been boring Sousuke, the partner wanting to end this as quickly as possible.
"Sorry about that."
The voice started the young man in the tub, his legs jerking upwards leaving water to slosh around his thighs.
"Guys decided to hang out in my hotel room before heading out for celebratory drinks," a click was overheard before the clothes shuffled as the young man walked, "didn't want them overhearing us."
Makoto could practically overhear the smile playing coyly on his lips, his own face relaxing slightly at the idea.
"Oh... so... you didn't want to go?" the younger commented, his hand moved around in the water.
"Why would I want too?" Sousuke told him with a slight grunt, a mattress creaking beneath his weight, his stomach pressing on the bed sheets, "I'm here talking to you."
"I don't want to keep you from your friends-"
"You're not," the other tried to reassure him, "I'd much rather be here with you any day of the week."
Blushing at the mention, Makoto couldn't stop the smile on his lips as his heart lifted.
"Besides," a deep purr rumbled from the strong chest, "if I was out and about, I couldn't talk to you about all the naughty things we'd be doing..."
"So-Sousuke!" Makoto squeaked, his flush now deeper and for embarrassment rather than excitement.
"What?" the elder chuckled, "it's been three days Makoto... I miss you."
"I-I miss you t-too," a thick lump forced itself down Makoto's throat, "b-but don't you have to rest f-for tomorrow?"
"I'd rest better with you," Sousuke told him suggestively, enjoying the spluttering and protests coming from his lover's lips, "tell me... what are you doing now?"
"Um... ha-having a bath-"
"Oh?" an octave rose with the black eyebrows, "are you now..."
"Sousuke..." the young man whimpered quietly, his legs closing tightly.
"I'm sorry Makoto," the other laughed, his deep timbre lowering back down to his sultry tone, "you just got me thinking about you... all naked... and wet..."
"W-Well... th-that's..."
"How's the water?" Sousuke started, as creaking told the other that the strong body was rolling to his back.
"It's... fine," Makoto murmured, "nice and warm..."
"Yeah?" the other spoke softly, "warm like you?"
"I don't know about that..."
"I do," Sousuke grinned, "you're warm Makoto... warm and soft. Especially under my fingers."
"Sousuke..." Makoto whispered, his hips slowly shuffling in the warm water as he though of the fingertips, running over his hips, his chest, his legs...
The young man flinched as he became aware of what his own free hand was slowly starting to do, water sloshing around him as he twitched.
"What was that?" Sousuke asked, his partner swallowing in embarrassment.
"N-Nothing..." Makoto murmured, humiliated at how easy it was for his lover to turn him to this puddle of want and lust.
"Were you thinking of me Makoto?" the young man teased quietly, "I'm flattered."
"No! Well... I just... you-um-"
"Who says you're alone?"
At this Makoto froze slightly at the words, his fingers reaching to his lips, unsure of what to say.
"You...?"
"You should be here Makoto," the soft voice whispered, "you should see what you do to me... and what I want to do to you."
"Do... t-to me!?" Makoto squeaked out, still wondering why he was so embarrassed even after their six months.
"Oh yes," Sousuke pressed, "I'd be in that bath with you, Makoto, rubbing you down, slowly, starting with your shoulders and moving down... down your back... how does that sound?"
"Sounds... good," Makoto mumbled, his toes twitching at the memory of the hands that would surround him and coat him with affection and love.
"Yeah?" his lover continued, "where would you like me to go next, hmm?"
"I-uh-uh um..." the young man swallowed thickly, not wanting the feeling of embarrassment to overcome his budding desires.
"It's just me Makoto," Sousuke pressed, "I've locked the door tight and I won't let anyone else hear those delicious cries of yours."
"S-Sousuke..." Makoto whimpered, the phone shuffling against his ear.
"This is just for me," the swimmer told him, "I'll stop if you don't want this."
"T-That's... that's not it."
Ears burned at the words he managed to slip out, his throat forcing down the lump of humiliation.
"I... I want you... to touch me..." Makoto finally mumbled, his free hand finding a mind of it's own as it crept towards his chest, "you know..."
"No I don't," Sousuke teased, "where Makoto?"
"M-My front," the young man managed to stammer out, "m-my che-ah!"
The shock of nerves that was sent down his spine was unexpected, his fingers having rubbed over his nipple finding it more sensitive than he thought it should be.
"What was that Makoto?" Sousuke seemed to enjoy himself, "why'd you do that?"
"I-It was... I-I-"
"I wanna hear that again," his lover pressed, "can I? Ma-ko-to?"
Each syllable was extended and slowed down, the deep voice dripping with teasing and want.
Sucking in a shuddering breath, Makoto adjusted the phone in his ear, his other hand slipped to join his first. Fingers beginning to press and pluck at his sensitive buds, slowly and with tremors running down his back. his small squeaks evolved to a deeper moan as he began to twist, his legs starting to kick and twitch as the excitement started to pool in his stomach.
"S-Sous-Sousuke..." Makoto moaned, his head and body feeling a need to move, to act on the desire in his veins, "the-the phone..."
"Better put me on speaker and put it aside," Sousuke told him, "I want to hear you."
Doing as he was told, the green pone was slipped to a safe distance, away from where the water would not damage it.
"C-Can you h-hear me?" the young man managed to whimper out, his body still straining from the imagined touch, the only thing he could focus on was the memory of his lover's hands roaming his body.
"Crystal clear," his lover told her, "lucky me."
"Sousuke..."
"Can I go lower, Makoto?" the younger could practically feel the breath brush over his ear as it carried the words with the beating heart against his back. It was a surprise then, when he reached his hand over his head only to grip the lip of the tub and not the head of black hair he craved.
"Y-Yes," was the only thing he managed to stammer out, his fingers gripping at the porcelain while his other hand slipped down his navel towards his straining erection, one that he knew Sousuke would tease.
Makoto heard the heavy breathing on the other line, wanting it to be on his neck, the warmth only fuelling his need for Sousuke. Water sloshed around his body and on the floor as his legs kicked and struggled against the pleasure he had in his blood.
Sousuke would've held his lover's body against his chest, pulling him close as his fingers toyed with the body he knew all too well.
"You sound so good," the swimmer whispered as his fingers ran along the weeping member, rubbing the sensitive shaft with slow, agonizing strokes, "let me hear more."
"Y-You feel b-better..." Makoto breathed, his head tilted upwards as he moaned to the sky, the wetness on his skin indistinguishable between sweat and water.
"Only for you," Sousuke told him, his other hand reaching to join his first, "Makoto..."
His name sounded so good on his lover's lips, the very mention enough to let passion flow further in his heart.
Hips lifted up off the bottom of the tub as Makoto moved deeper into his lover's hands, thrusting and wanting to have more. Dirty blonde hair lolled as the mouth openly moaned and cried out for Sousuke.
He wanted to be rolling against the muscled chest, wanted lips and teeth to suckle and bite at his flesh, his neck, leaving dark marks in his most sensitive areas that Makoto would be embarrassed about later.
"Makoto..."
A hand slipped over his hips and down his buttocks, the fingers skimming the flesh before tracing the most intimate area of the young man before a finger slid into the area that only Sousuke had claimed.
"What are you doing now?" Sousuke pressed, the young man demanding to know what was causing his lover such pleasure.
"Wh-What do you th-think?" Makoto huffed out, twitching as he felt the finger inside him curl and flex, widening him enough to slip a second finger in him, water entering him along with it.
It felt odd; as the fingers scissors and stretched him, the water mixed within him, adding to the feelings stirring. Gently, he searched for the place Sousuke knew all to well, the place that would cause him to cry out even louder. How was it someone else could learn his body better than he.
"Go a little deeper Makoto," his lover softly encouraged, body against body, lips against flesh, "let me go a little deeper."
"S-Sousuke," again the young man whimpered his lover's name, his body continuing to twitch and move in response to his own touches and strokes, "oh Sous-ke!"
A small scream slipped from the shocked lips as electricity coursed through him, his body pausing for a moment in the aftermath of the euphoria.
"Don't stop," Sousuke panted, "again, Makoto."
Obeying his lover, Makoto lifted his shuddering body up once again to resume his tantalizing actions. Again he saw Sousuke playing with his body, similar to a musician picking up his trusted instrument and tuning it to perfection on the first attempt. The sounds Makoto made were akin to the high scream from the strings as long fingers drew across the body of the instrument, plucking and playing with the finer points, knowing how to elicit the best sounds.
He was near; the coil in his stomach was tightening to unbearable proportions, his calls alerting Sousuke to his end.
"What would you do if it were actually me?" Sousuke murmured, "would this be it? Would this be as far as we go?"
"N-No," Makoto stammered out, his body arching like a bow with a nocked arrow, "n-no Sousuke I-I want m-more..."
"And I want you," the young swimmer told him, "all of you."
"It's-It's yours," his lover called out, "all yours... only yours."
"And you have all of me," Sousuke told him, "ah... Makoto..."
It was all he needed. All he needed to hear was his name.
His voice silently screamed as he released himself, his body shuddering with it's climax, the only intelligent thing slipping from his lips was Sousuke's name.
"S... Sousuke," Makoto whispered, his chest heaving, the panting on the other end of the phone in time with his.
"Yes? Makoto?" the young man teased, "is there something you want?"
"Y-You," his lover admitted blushing, his hands disentangling themselves from his body, his skin still flush, "S-Sousuke-"
"I miss you too, Makoto," the elder smiled warmly through the phone, "think you can wait two days? Three at most I promise."
"I don't know," the young man told his lover, "you'll have to call me tomorrow to find out."
"Oh don't worry," the other teased, "after tonight, I intend too."