POV Midorima
When I finally have a chance to take a break for lunch it is 1:30 in the morning where Takao is, and I am not so selfish that I will wake him up in the middle of the night to speak to me. He's been filling his time while we are apart so efficiently, that between work, school, basketball, and his poker buddies, that he has barely any downtime. I can't take away his sleep.
I have to hope that his email will improve my disposition. I check me cell phone, just in case, and see that I have three text messages.
The first is from Takao.
[Your mom is a smart woman. I'm dropping Sports Management; I don't like it; it makes me unhappy. I'll let you know when I figure out what makes me happy, but at least I'll get to sleep in now! I love you.] Quentin is sitting next to me, but he sees that the message isn't in English and he loses interest, going back to his hamburger and French fries.
The next text is also from Takao, but it is a picture of him and Kaori with their heads together. Kaori is smiling and has her fingers spread apart in the V sign. Takao has his tongue stuck out and his eyes are crossed. It is obvious from the pose that Takao is holding the camera. I nudge Quentin.
"Takao and my sister, Kaori," I tell him.
"Oh man, she looks just like you, the poor girl," he says. It takes me a second, but with the smile on his face, I know that what he's said is a joke because he is easy to read, even if he isn't easy to understand.
"Yes," I laugh. "Poor girl."
"How old is Kaori?"
"Thirteen," I finally say, as I count the numbers in English on my fingers. He's smirking when I look up. "You try counting in Japanese without your book."
"Ichigo –"
"That's food, or name, not number," I interrupt, since I don't know the English word for what he's said.
He laughs and slaps me on the shoulder.
"You have one more message," he points to the display on my phone.
The third message is also from Takao, but it has three Xs and the words: "Not Safe for Work," in the subject line.
"Private," I say, and put the phone in my pocket. I will save that one for later, when I am alone. At that, he laughs even harder.
Afternoon practice is brutal, with the exception of Murasakibara, I've never had to play against someone taller than me before. Time and time again, I have the ball knocked from my hands before I can shoot. I have to adjust and move my shots closer and closer with every failure. Just outside the three-point line, I make a stand; I will not be forced closer. There I am finally able to make a dent against the opposition.
I'm learning so much, and I hope that I'm teaching other people something in return. When I return to Japan, in five weeks, my game will be so much improved. I can't wait to show Takao; I can't play against Kagami and Kuroko.
I beg off after practice, and make do with microwavable ramen for dinner. I have dozens of emails to answer, but there is a particular text message that has claimed my attention all afternoon. It is only now that I am alone that I open it.
Takao is laying in our bed and he is shirtless. He has the stem of my extra pair of glasses in his mouth and he's smirking me through the camera, which he is holding outstretched above him. It's perfect; he's so damn perfect. Every time I think he can no longer surprise me, he goes and does something so unbelievable.
POV Takao
My second week of work begun much like the first. Towels, wiping up sweat, and running.
"He's got good legs," I heard Aida-chan mention to her father.
"Oi, oi," he shouted. "Keep your eyes off the boy. If he gets the wrong idea, I'll have to kill him, and he's a good worker. I don't want to have to replace him so soon."
Aida-sama stood there with his hands of his hips while his daughter burst into hysterical laughter. I came over, with a fresh stack of forms.
"Don't worry, Aida-sama," I told him, handing him the forms. "I'm gay."
"You're… oh! I like you. You can stay, forever if you want."
When Aida-sama was satisfied with my progress in cadence, he moved on to the next problem.
"Today, you run barefoot," he said. No shoes, no shirt, I felt oddly exposed. I ran. The Aida's didn't stand by the monitors today, but got down close to the ground and looked closely at my feet.
"I was right," Aida-chan said. "His heels are hitting the ground to hard."
"You feel that pain?" Aida-sama asked. "Pain is a sign that you're doing something wrong. You can't push-off if your foot is in front of your hips. Thrust your hips forward; run."
His email said he would call at midnight my time, but it was already 12:15. I considered dialing the number he'd called from the other day, but I felt… like I didn't want to bug him. At 12:16, I went to the kitchen for a snack, and as I reached for an apple, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
"Shin-chan?" I asked, not even bothering to look at the number.
"I'd certainly hope no one else is calling you at this late hour," he said. I heard the teasing tone of his voice.
"Well you did say you'd call at midnight, I was worried something happened to you in that big, scary city." I grabbed a blanket and took the phone to the back yard. Otousan was a bit of a stickler about electronics in the bedroom, but if I was technically outside, she wouldn't be offended.
"Something did happen but it wasn't scary at all. Senpai took me to his house for dinner and he, his wife, and his daughter helped me practice my English," he said, his excitement was obvious.
"That's great. How did it go, your first week?"
"I think I've impressed some people," he said with hesitation. It wasn't like him to be so unsure about his basketball. "They watched me shoot forty 3-pointers and only senpai said a word."
"You really don't know how to make friends do you, show-off?"
"Apparently not, it is your job to make friends for me."
"I know, I know," I barked.
We talked for ten minutes or so about the things he had seen, the food he'd eaten, and the people he'd meet before I changed the subject.
"Remember what I asked you the first time we talked?"
He was silent and I knew he was thinking.
"What would you do to me right now, if you were here?" I asked.
"Takao," he stalled.
"Humor me, just this once, and if you don't like it, we won't do it again. Tell me Shintarō, what would you do to me if you had me with you right now?"
I used Shin-chan's keys to let myself into his Oha Asa storage shed and spread the blanket in the middle of the floor. I turned the light on and closed the door before stretching out on the blanket, holding the phone with my right hand.
He still hadn't said anything.
"Shintarō?" I whispered.
"If you were here… I'd kiss you."
"How?" I asked. "Where?"
"I'd start with your mouth, just a soft kiss at first, no tongue, just soft kisses on your lips."
"Then what?" I teased.
"I'd start unbuttoning your shirt and then your pants, but I'd do it slowly."
I unbuttoned my shirt and pants, but I did it faster than his directions indicated.
"I'd stop at your throat and I'd suck on your Adam's apple. I haven't marked you there before, so since this is a night of firsts, that's what I'd do."
"A night of firsts?" I moaned.
"Yes, tonight, from now on, I'm only going to touch in ways I've never done before."
"Shit, Shintarō."
"You asked for this, now be a good boy and lay back."
"Yes," I said. "I already am. Tell me what to do."
"After I'm done with your Adam's apple, I pull off your underwear, and I blow hot air over your penis as I move down."
"Touch me please," I whined.
"I'm not ready yet, you have to beg more," he said. His voice it is the sexiest I've ever heard it.
"Please Shintarō, I want your hands on me so bad. I'm so hard it hurts," I beg in a voice I haven't used since my father use to beat me on a regular basis.
"You only want my hands?" he chuckled. "I was going to… what is that vulgar American phrase… suck you off, but if you just want my hands…"
"No, please, I've always wanted to come in your mouth, but I've been afraid to ask," I admitted
"You have?" His tone is different, like he is confused. "Why would you be afraid?"
"Don't stop Shintarō, I'm not kidding, I'm so hard for you right now."
I activated the camera on my phone and snapped a picture of what I'm describing to him. I attached it and sent it to him.
"Oh, wow," he said. "Alright, I'm hovering over you, and I lick the very top to taste you."
"I… I…," I panted, "My dick is twitching."
"It tastes so good, that I have to have more. I'm sliding my tongue down the underside. I like the way ridge feels against my tongue. You are clean tasting, but a little salty, just the way I always thought you would be."
"I'm leaking all over the place," I said. "You've thought about this?"
"Um," he murmured. "I kiss my way back up to slurp it all away. While I'm worshiping you, I take your hand, and place it on my penis."
"Yes," I moaned. "Your skin is so perfect, ever part of you. I stroke you to your pace."
"I take your penis into my mouth, as much of it as I can stuff in, until I choke, and you pull back." My hand went to my groin and I stroked myself with my left hand, imagining it is his mouth.
"I can't let you choke," I said.
"I know, that why I love you," he said. "I've got it now though, and I'm able to take you all the way up, until my nose rubs into your pubic hairs. You smell fantastic."
I tighten my fist and make sure to start each stroke from the base of my cock.
"Your other hand finds its way to my hair, and you snatch off my glasses, I can't see where you put them."
"I love that unfocused gaze, you look so relaxed."
"I am relaxed because now my world includes only your penis in my mouth. Your fingers glide through my hair, petting me, encouraging me."
"I'm gonna cum," I whimpered.
"Not yet, hold on for me. I slow down, and back off just enough that you can wait for me to join you."
"Ok, but hurry." I squeezed myself hard to hold back the orgasm.
"I'm almost there, Kazunari," he sighed, and I knew he wasn't exaggerating. It's almost unfair how good he was at this, the simple act of saying my name almost overcame me. He couldn't use words, and all I could hear was the sound of his hand working himself, and his slightly labored breathing.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice thin and reedy.
"Yes," I told him.
"Come for me," he said, "come in my mouth."
When I relaxed my grasp, I came in long, hard spurts. I heard his breath, ragged through his nose. He coughed, almost like he did have a mouthful of me.
"Let's do that again, tomorrow night," I said, with a snicker.
"Can't," he exhaled. "I'm almost out of minutes. I don't know if I'll have time to get more tomorrow."
"How about Skype sex then?"