"When are you coming home, again?" Daisuke asked, his phone sandwiched between his shoulder and cheek.
Something rustled on the other end, a muttered conversation Daisuke couldn't quite catch. "Ken?"
"I'm here," Ken's sweet voice reassured. "Just let me tell Mama and Papa goodnight."
Daisuke hummed in agreement, absent-mindedly toying with the hem of his sweatpants.
A few moments later, Ken settled back into bed, sheets swishing through the phone. "Daisuke? You still there?"
"Yeah," he whispered. "How's vacation?"
Ken sighed, his smile palpable through the receiver. "The countryside is beautiful. Mama and Papa even let me have my own hotel room. It's just…" he hesitated, sweet voice drifting off.
"What?" Daisuke wondered. He shifted around in his bed, nearly kicking his partner to the side. It was a Saturday night, and his room felt empty without his best friend.
"I just wish you were here." The words rushed out in a single breath, quiet and wispy.
Daisuke's heart skipped in his chest, his palm flattened over the warm skin above the organ. Once a steady thrum, his pulse quickened at the thought of Ken longing for him, Ken wanting to be with him."I wish I could be with you, too."
The confession must have made Ken uncomfortable, his breathing all but nonexistent.
"What's been your favorite part of the trip so far?"
Daisuke had developed an expertise in diverting the conversation, treading lightly whenever Ken balked.
On the other end of the phone, the raven haired boy hummed thoughtfully. "The onsen, probably. It was nice to relax in the warm water." A sigh fell from Ken's lips as Daisuke struggled not to think of him nude, slipping his long legs into the bath, steam staining his cheeks a rosy red.
Inside of his sweatpants, his cock stirred, a flush crawling down his chest.
"I never thought that you'd be the type to enjoy a public bath, Ichijouji." Daisuke struggled to keep his tone light.
Ken laughed softly. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Is this your way of telling me you enjoy being naked in public?" He laughed lightly. Once the words left his mouth, regret pooled in Daisuke's stomach. Ken's breath hitched, phone pressed tightly to his ear.
"D-Daisuke," he breathed. Shame colored Daisuke's face as his cock twitched at Ken's omission, his voice soft and airy. He could picture his dark hair splayed across the hotel pillows, skin pink from the baths. Ken's eyes would glimmer in the low light, pretty lips parted.
Daisuke wasn't sure if distance made the heart grow fonder, but he did feel bolder. "Did you? Enjoy it, I mean?"
Something shuffled on the other end, Ken's comforter shifting. "It was…nice."
"Tell me more." Arousal had stiffened him. The hand on his heart trailed downward, calloused fingers tracing his outline through the thin cotton.
"The yukata was very soft. It was like a blanket wrapped around me; I almost didn't want to take it off."
Daisuke sucked in his breath. "What color was it?"
"Purple."
Images of Ken's creamy skin swaddled in lilac sent Daisuke's senses into overdrive. In his mind's eye, the fabric would fall over one shoulder, exposing strips of pale skin. The heat of the baths would erase the tension Ken always carried, leaving him soft and supple under Daisuke's ministrations.
He shut his eyes, hand firmly pressing against his erection.
"Purple's a good color on you," he muttered, voice undeniably husky. "It's a shame you had to take it off. What else happened?"
Intently, he listened to the unevenness of Ken's breaths, blood rushing downwards.
"Me and Papa split up in the male's section. He wanted to go outside, but I wanted to try the herbal bath." Despite having a hotel room to himself, Ken's voice was no more than a whisper.
"Oh? You went on vacation to bathe in a big cup of tea? How very Ken of you." Daisuke tittered, trying to focus on keeping his words even. Leisurely, he stroked himself above his pajama pants, imagining that his fingers were longer, his grip lighter..
A scoff was his only reply. With his cinnamon hair damp with sweat, Daisuke could picture the flush on Ken's cheeks; he could almost smell the scent of his lavender shampoo.
"Just kidding," he breathed, palm slipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. "Were there others there? When the yukata came off, I mean."
His words were strained, hand warm gripping his pulsing cock. This was the most brazen Daisuke had ever been, desire pooling in his abdomen.
Ken's sheets rustled once more, a small gasp falling from his mouth. "Daisuke?"
With his hand finally wrapped firmly around cock, he couldn't trust himself to speak. The phone fell to the side as Daisuke's head tilted back, a groan emanating low in his throat.
When he didn't respond, Ken continued, mouth hovering close to the microphone.
"I-I don't think anyone saw me, if that's what you're worried about."
"Mmm, good boy," Daisuke mumbled. Brain hazy with thoughts of Ken, the endearment slipped through his filter, Ken's inhalation of surprise shocked him out of his reprieve, a moment of panic seizing his heart. "Ken? You there?"
"Yes," he whispered. "I'm here." Even through the static of the phone, Ken's nerves were palpable. "Could you," he hesitated, "Could you say it again?"
Daisuke's breath hitched, thumb stroking his tip. A bead of precum stained his pajamas, dick twitching in his grasp. "Good boy." Daisuke groaned.
For a moment, the call was silent aside from his labored breathing. Visions of Ken, his skin flushed from heat, swirled behind Daisuke's eyelids. How easily his creamy thighs would part underneath the water, leaving himself on display.
"Are you relaxed now?" He gripped his leaking cock more firmly, pace quickening at the sound of Ken's whimper.
"I was. But…"
"But?" Daisuke prompted.
"I'm not very relaxed right now." A small groan slipped from Ken's lips, Daisuke tightening around his shaft before he could spill at the mere thought of Ken touching himself.
"What's the matter, Ke-en. You can tell me." Daisuke's teeth dug into his bottom lip, stifling a moan. Sweat dripped down his chest as he hastily kicked his sweatpants off, hissing as the cold air ghosted around his throbbing cock.
His hips clumsily pushed off the mattress, seeking more friction. As he clumsily reached towards his balls, a moan spilled from his mouth, guttural and low, unmistakable through the phone's microphone.
Ken's little mewl was hardly discernible over the sound of his sheets shuffling.
"I could help you relax." Daisuke suggested, his climax curling at his toes. A pressure tightened in his abdomen, his muscles tightening like rubber bands.
"Please," Ken nearly begged. "I wish you were here."
Pleasure clouded Daisuke's senses, his hand smearing his precum down his shaft, imagining his fist was the wet heat of Ken's mouth. "Mmm," slipped through his lips, mind blissfully blank.
White knuckles gripped his phone, listening intently on the way Ken's breathing picked up, the soft sound of the sheets moving, rhythmic and swift.
"Fuck," Daisuke muttered. Ken was touching himself. On the other end of the call, Ken's eyes were probably scrunched in focus, his pink, pink lips parted with a shaky exhalation. Daisuke wanted to see, wanted to watch Ken's thighs shake as he became unraveled, wanted more than anything to be the one who unraveled him.
His cock twitched one, final time, white spots clouding his vision. Sticky spend coated his abdomen, heart rate finally slowing as the tension melted from his body. "Ken…" he breathed.
In the receiver, Ken's breath hitched, words falling from his lips in pieces, Daisuke's name a mantra he mumbled to himself.
With a hand on his chest, Daisuke listened to the erratic pulse of his heart, residual adrenaline pumping through his veins.
"Daisuke," Ken said after a moment, "Are you still here?"
His voice sounded so small, a thread of fear lingering just below the surface.
In post-orgasmic bliss, an easy smile curled at the corners of Daisuke's mouth. "How many times do I have to tell you? You could never lose me that easily."
