Honey let the last of his clothing drop to the bathroom floor. He shut off the water in the bathtub and added a satisfying amount of bubbles (which, to Honey, was always a lot).
He kept thinking about Mori and how he touched him not too long ago. Mori has touched him before- obviously- but somehow it was different. His friend wasn't doing anything he hadn't done before, though. It must be Honey. Is it possible he developed feelings for his cousin?
Pouting, Honey rested his hand on the shoulder that Mori was massaging. He wanted Mori to touch him like that again. A grin tugged at his lips as a plan formulated in his head.
"Takashi!"
Honey's semi-whiney voice sounded loudly from the bathroom. Mori's head snapped up, and he stood from his position on his bed. He quickly walked to the door.
"What is it, Mitsukuni?" Immediately, he worried if something was wrong.
"I'm too tired to take a bath!" Honey complained. Mori mentally sighed in relief.
"The faster you finish, the faster you can go to sleep," Mori explained calmly.
Honey made a noise that sounded like an unhappy groan. Mori couldn't help but picture his expression: big brown eyes squinted, bottom lip stuck out in a pout, arms crossed. The thought caused Mori to smile slightly.
"Takashi?" This time, Honey sounded quiet and... shy?
"Yeah?"
A pause. "Will you help me take a bath?"
Mori's eyes widened. He definitely never got a request like that from his cousin.
"Uh," he scratched that back of his head, processing his next words, "do you really want me to?"
"Yeah. Please, Takashi?" Damn. He has to be doing that on purpose. He knew Mori was never able to refuse him.
But why would he ask? Mori shook head, deciding to think about that later.
"Alright, I'm coming in."
Mori opened the door to his littler cousin. He was standing with his back to him, not wearing any clothes. He could tell he was blushing.
This wasn't the first time Mori has seen him naked. Being roommates as close as they were, it happened a lot. Still, that fact didn't make it any less awkward for the two of them.
Honey turned slightly as he heard Mori walk in. He knew his face was red. He noticed Mori was blushing a significant amount too, something he rarely saw.
Honey watched as he approached, keeping his eyes locked on his face. He felt strong hands under his arms, and his feet left the ground. Honey was lowered into the warm water. Bubbles rose and met is skin, covering him all the way up to his shoulders. He stood in the tub, facing Mori as the tall boy knelt on the floor beside him.
Once Honey was in the water, Mori didn't look at him anymore. He let his gaze roamed everywhere around the room, taking in everything except his naked cousin in front of him.
Picking up the shampoo, Mori squeezed some into his hand and ran it through Honey's hair. The small boy's eyes closed.
Mori rinsed the shampoo and picked up the soap. Lathering his hands, he finally looked at Honey's face. He silently studied the young angelic features of his face. With his eyes closed, he appeared to be sleeping.
His hands started at Honey's face. He gently washed his skin on his cheeks and jaw, and then worked his way down to his neck. Now Mori let his eyes follow his hands, feeling the silky skin beneath his fingertips. He dragged a finger behind both of his ears and down to his shoulder blades.
Sudsy water followed his movements as he washed Honey's back, sides and stomach. He trailed one hand over his chest, and he noticed goose bumps rising.
"Are you cold?" He asked.
Honey's eyes opened, and he looked at him. "No," he answered timidly, "this just... feels good."
Mori nodded and continued washing. He quickly swept his hand over the curve of his behind and down the backs of his legs. He didn't notice Honey's embarrassed smile. He trailed around his ankles and all the way up his thighs. He followed the angle of his hips, thumbs grazing the bones that stuck out.
Returning his hand to Honey's stomach, Mori let his fingers sit at the soft, downy curls just under his navel. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying it this much, but loved having his hands on the small boy's body. He vaguely wondered if Honey liked it, too. He must; he's the one who asked Mori to do this.
Feeling a sudden tightness in his pants, Mori knew he was in trouble. He couldn't help it. Here was the boy he loved and protected with all his being. He was innocent and exposed right before his eyes. He hadn't realized that his hands stopped moving.
Honey peeked at him and giggled. "It's okay, Takashi. All of me has to be clean."
It took a moment to figure out what Honey meant. For a few seconds before that, he was lost in thought and distracted by the heat between his legs. But Mori understood eventually. He swallowed and ignored his arousal, letting his hand slip lower.
Honey bit his lip. He suppressed a nervous giggle, but he could do nothing to hold back a blush and a smile. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a large hand wrap itself loosely around his private areas. A quiet whimper escaped his throat.
This felt too damned good. He tried to tell himself that it could be anyone's hand, that it wasn't just his cousin who could do this. But no. He knew no one else in the world could make him feel this way. It was only his Takashi.
Mori's hand lingered longer than necessary. If Honey didn't like it, he didn't do anything to stop him. He moved his hand slowly, making sure he got the soap everywhere. He checked Honey's face, seeing his eyes were still closed. Mori looked down.
His large hand dwarfed the size of his friend's length. He sucked in his breath when he felt it harden beneath his fingertips.
Honey leaned forward until his head was resting on Mori's shoulder. He whimpered again a little louder. He rested his hands on Mori's arms, keeping his eyes shut.
Despite this particular part of Honey's body already being clean, Mori continued moving his hand back and forth. At first he was slow, gaining speed gradually as he pumped.
I can't believe I'm doing this, Mori thought. This is so wrong in so many ways. But it felt so right.
Did Honey think it was wrong? Judging by the way his breathing became haggard, Mori guessed he actually liked it. He let himself hope maybe, just maybe, his feelings would be reciprocated. That's why Honey's next words were a shock.
"Takashi, please stop."
The tone of his voice was surprising enough to make his hand stop immediately. It sounded throaty and lusty as he mewled out the three-word request.
Mori pulled his hand out of the water and rested both on Honey's shoulders. He leaned away from the small boy to look him in the eyes. They were half-lidded in desire. Why did he say stop?
"I-I'm sorry," Mori stammered.
Honey shook his head. "Can you get me a towel?"
Mori nodded and left the room. His own arousal had deflated thankfully. When he returned, he was holding a towel and a bundle of clothes. He lifted Honey out of the water and set him on the floor, wrapping him up in fluffy cotton. Mori dried him off quickly and held up Honey's pajama shirt.
The boy lifted his arms, letting his friend slip it on for him. Next were his briefs, then his pants. Mori ran the towel over his hair and left without another word.
He had to process what just happened.
Mori lay on his bed and went under the sheet immediately, pulling it over his head. He ran through the events that spanned the last half hour: talking to Honey, comforting him, telling him he needed to take a bath, him asking to be bathed... Then came the part that scared him. He recalled putting his hands on his cousin. His beautiful, naked, pure little cousin. So many thoughts ran through his head at the time.
He fantasized about what he could do to that beautiful, naked, pure little body. He remembered thinking that Honey would ask him, no beg him, to steal all that innocence away. All it would take was five minutes on his bed. He could show Honey the time of his life, finally show him how much he loved him.
Just picturing Honey like that, all sweaty and out of breath, made Mori grow rock hard again. He pulled the covers off his face and glanced at the door. Honey was still in there. Was he too embarrassed to face him? Or worse, did he think he was a sick person?
Mori shook his head. Honey would never think that. He knew that much, and it comforted him slightly. He glanced down at the tent he was forming. A quick one couldn't hurt. He just had to be quiet and keep an eye on the bathroom door.
He reached into his pants and stroked himself into oblivion.