The next day, Daisuke was angsting about in his room. He still hadn't seen Takeru after he'd left the blond's apartment yesterday, and he was beginning to think Takeru was avoiding him.
Just then, the phone rang.
Daisuke let it ring a few times, not in the mood to talk to anybody, but then he realized it might be Takeru. However, just as he was about to lift the receiver, the ringing stopped.
"Oneesan must have answered it," he mumbled to himself. "Probably one of her friends or something anyway."
A few moments later though, Jun shouted for him. "Daisuke! Phone!"
Daisuke looked surprised, but picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi Daisuke."
"Takeru!" he exclaimed. "Are you avoiding me?" he rushed to add.
"Yep!" came the cheerful reply. Daisuke blinked. "Well, I was, at least," Takeru amended. "I'm not now though!"
"That's good to know..." He paused. "So why are you calling me?"
"Well, at first I thought I was just happy that I got some, but then last night when I was trying to sleep I kept missing you so much and then I realized the truth!"
"The truth? What's that?" Daisuke asked warily.
"Well, I love you!"
-shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin- (A/N: that means long silence for all you silly amerikajin no baka!1!lolz)
"Daisuke? Are you there?"
"Uh..." Takeru's voice sounded shrill and small over the phone, and very far away. Or maybe it was just Daisuke, because he felt like he was about to faint.
No, wait.
He had fainted.
Or had he?
He looked around the room, noting that his position was currently flat out on his back on the floor. Absently, he noted that the phone was still in his hand, and it was emitting a rather annoying sound, the kind that it only makes when someone on the other end has hung up on you.
"Well, that's just great. Good going, stupid Daisuke."
"Yamato, I just thought I'd come over and ask you what you would do if someone fainted while you were talking to them on the phone."
"Hang up on 'em," Yamato mumbled as he eagerly attacked Taichi's neck with his mouth. "Now go away, oniichan's very busy."
"That's what I thought. Thanks Yamato," Takeru said as he waved goodbye.
knock knock
"Daisuke!" Takeru exclaimed upon opening the door. "What are you doing here?"
"You, I, um, well, the phone. And you said-- I think I-- can I come in?"
"Of course!" Takeru stepped aside to let the other teen in, and then after shutting the door behind him, led Daisuke over to the couch. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked when Daisuke was settled.
Daisuke shook his head. "Look, Takeru, did you mean what you said?"
Takeru smiled. "Of course I meant it. What, you don't believe me?"
Another shake of the head, sending strands of hair flying everywhere.
"Shall I prove it to you then?" Takeru asked with a grin.
Daisuke gulped and let out a nervous laugh. "Takeru..."
(A/N: Warning! This next part is graphic! Don't like, don't read!)
"Mmm... Takeru! Takeru, don't stop! Please!" Daisuke moaned. He gasped as Takeru dug in deeper, feeling some slight pain. "Ow!"
"Sorry," Takeru apologized, not sounding remorseful at all.
"Can't you be more careful?" Daisuke grumbled, though to be truthful he didn't really mind. It felt like forever since the last time he'd done this, and he was in heaven.
"Well, maybe if you did this more often..." Takeru paused for a moment before scraping his fingernails hard against Daisuke, causing Daisuke to moan again.
"Oh god Takeru, that feels... ah! -amazing," he hissed out between clenched teeth. "I never realized you were so good at this!"
"Well, I only learned from the master. Yamato is the best, you know." He gave Daisuke's head one last scrub for good measure, and then turned the shower back on. "There. Rinse."
Daisuke leaned over obediently, rinsing all the shampoo from his hair, relishing the feel of the hot water pouring over him.
"Now. Aren't you glad I made you wash your hair? And acting like such a baby about it too!"
"...shut up. Jun uses all the hot water up. Showers are rare," Daisuke said defensively.
"Well just take a cold shower then!"
"Those are only good for getting rid of an erection."
"Speaking of..." Takeru said, looking down at Daisuke's crotch.
"Heheh..." Daisuke grinned nervously.
"Need some help with that?" he asked, reaching down and grabbing Daisuke's arousal through his pants.
"Meep! Takeru!" Daisuke cried as the blond began a lazy up-and-down motion with his hand.
...at this point, the author is near death from laughter. she offers you her apologies and challenges you to use your imagination and finish the fic yourself.