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"I just don't get it!" Hirose growled- genuinely snarling into the receiver and letting his frustrations filter through the tinny speaker of his phone. "Takeuchi can't do anything but talk about girls and jerk off! It's like his brain melted over break or something..."
Nakamura can't say he doesn't feel the same. Takeuchi's...proclivities have taken on a life of their own- and while Nakamura's distaste for that kind of stuff was obvious (being gay and all), it's surprising to hear Hirose so...annoyed. It's kind of cute.
"The stuff he says can be kinda gross, yeah." Especially when he's commenting on Nakamura's friends like that. But Nakamura was also a healthy teen with his own...proclivities. There weren't many queer love stories out there, (least not many that weren't wrapped in plastic that he could actually buy) much less explicit ones, so more often the not, he relied on his imagination. Lovable Lunches was his current muse, fingers creeping past his waistband at so much as the thought of a lingering kiss and- "But I don't think...touching yourself is a bad thing? I do it- sometimes. Not a lot! I'm not like a pervert or anything I just- it's..." relaxing? Soothing? "It's fun. Sometimes."
There's a pause then, and it's obvious he's overshared. He's let his intrusive thoughts win and Hirose will cut the call and refuse to speak to him ever again because not only is he a pervert but he admitted it and-
"Haha! Really?" He can hear the surprise in Hirose's voice- distorted by the cheep speakers in his phone. "I never would have guessed that from you, Nakamura."
He coughs, sputtering nonsense into the receiver because Hirose thought about it? About him and sex and-?!? "I-I'm a heathly teenager, Hirose! Of course I've... thought about it...once or twice. Im just a perfect gentleman is all." That last part is tacked on, rushed in the hopes of sparing his reputation with the other boy.
Another pause in conversation, this one accompanied by a quiet hum, "A perfect gentleman who's secretly a pervert, haha!" He's teasing- and after years of awkwardly tiptoeing around each other, Nakamura knows that. They're friends, and friends playfully rib each other.
So it's only fair that Nakamura come back with a joke of his own, "I hadn't realized you were such a monk, Mr 'I-got-a-girlfriend-freshman-year'."
It pulls another laugh from the boy, light and airy like a chime, despite picking on what should have been one of the worse parts of his high school career. "Haha! And you saw first hand how that went!"
Their conversation dissolved into giggles, which eventually mellowed into the silence of night. It's late. Late enough for the summer cicadas to begin their song, and the lightning bugs to dance along. The shadow of night drifting over their sleepy town. He wonders what Hirose is doing now. If he's lying in bed, sprawled out in the darkness of his room, phone pressed to his ear by his shoulder, hanging onto Nakamura's every breathe over the line. The same way he is.
"Hey, Na-ka-mu-ra?" Hirose drags out every syllable of his name, a funny little habit he'd picked up over the years- one that Nakamura has learned means that he wants something. "What do you do?"
His voice comes out as a confused rumbled, "Hm?" As sleepy as he was, Nakamura never could say no. Not to Hirose.
"When you jerk off, what do you do?"
It takes a minute for his mind to catch up with his ears. "I-I'm sorry, what?"
"Y-you know...when you touch yourself, what do you do? And how does it feel? I know it's supposed to feel good but..." Hirose trails off, his voice a low and even whisper into the phone. The question so simple and honest. Genuine. It almost feels like a crime to respond.
But it's also Hirose asking. Sweet, kind, handsome Hirose, who not five minutes ago admitted to having no carnal interest at all.
Nakamura was going to die. He was going to die and never come back. Because he loved Hirose and never could say no to him. "I... ok. D-don't laugh, but I like to...rub myself over my boxers at first. To get started."
"...you wear boxers?"
Nakamura blinks, "You don't?"
"Briefs."
The image that quiet admission conjures goes straight to his dick.
"Nakamura? Nakamura? You there?"
"Y-yeah. Yeah. Sorry." Nakamura stutters back to life, trying (and failing) to move past the thought of Hirose sprawled out in bed, the tight white fabric of his briefs pressing gentle dents into his tan skin...maybe his shirt riding up just a bit to show his stomach...
"Then what?" Hirose asks, cutting Nakamura's fantasy short. And had the love-stricken teen had the ability to pay attention to more than one thing at a time, maybe he would have noticed how strained Hirose sounded, voice slightly clipped and tone wavering- even by crappy phone quality standards.
"W-well, by then I'm usually hard, so I just...take it out?" Nakamura says after a thoughtful moment. It wasn't as though he could unsay what was said- and Hirose didn't seem disgusted at least. So if it was to help a friend, Nakamura decided to be as accurate as possible. "I have to be kinda careful not to make a mess, though. It hit my belly button once and smeared...stuff all over my sheets." There's a quiet gasp on the other end of the line. "H-Hirose? Was that to much info? I'm sorry I'll-"
"It- hit your belly button?" The question is accompanied by a muffled whimpering sound and the rustling of sheets and-
Oh.
Oh my god.
He stares down at the phone in disbelief because there's simply no way. But eye evidence continued to stream from his phone in the form of quiet, barely audible moans. "Hirose are...are you...?"
"What-what do I do next- I mean what happens next?" His voice cracked a little, pitchy and raw- desperate to paper over the obvious.
Hirose...he was...touching himself. To Nakamura's voice. Taking orders over the phone like it's nothing.
"Put a pillow under your hips." Nakamura surprises himself. He hadn't known he could be so demanding- so authoritative. Nerdy, virginal, Nakamura who could barely keep the phone in place with his shoulder, all so he could cram his dominant hand into his pants.
He couldn't have stopped himself if he wanted too.
It's pathetic how hard he is, cock throbbing against its fabric confines from nothing more than a few soft gasps. He fought with his waist band for a moment too long- that urgent need for friction making his movements clumsy and unfocused- he could barely think straight. He finally frees himself, and sees his arousal- the curve of it slapping against his lower stomach, tip blush red and leaking endlessly, leaving a mess on his sheets. He's never been this turned on- before. Never wanted anything as much as he wanted to hear Hirose come undone, even if it's only through a phone's receiver.
He wonders if Hirose feels the same, made a mess by Nakamura's mere presence over the phone. It's nearly enough to let instinct take hold- but he holds himself back, refusing to allow himself that pleasure. Nakamura can't cum- not yet. "It's gonna feel so good, but you have to trust me, ok?"
"...Mhm..." he gave up the charade, openly moaning into the phone- or perhaps he simply couldn't pretend anymore. He sounded out of it, moaning and whimpering- until the request hit his ears. And suddenly he's huffing like a child- denied the sweet, sweet friction of his own hand- a pleasure he hadn't even known of not a moment before. All to move a fucking pillow. He lets out this frustrated cross between a whimper and a sigh- and Nakamura recognizes it instantly. That quiet disappointment. Needy. Hirose sounded needy.
Nakamura's dick jumps in his hand as he tries desperately to commit that sound to memory.
He's given a moment's reprieve at least, while Hirose gets himself situated, listening to the sheets slide against each other, fabric rustling back and forth before- "o-ok, I-I think ready." Hirose breathes every word, voice raw and unsteady. Vulnerable. "I trust you."
He could have came right then and there. It was nearly impossible to keep it together- he needs friction- is desperate for it, wanting to chase every moan and whimper with reckless abandon- but the can't, not yet. "Put a finger in your mouth, get it wet."
The sound that comes through the receiver is obscene- a warm, wet, whimper awkwardly breathed around the offending digit. "Two now," the sound gets louder, wet and needy as a Hirose does what's asked of him, tongue dancing between his digits. And he complies so easily too, sweet. Obedient.
Nakamura's going to explode.
His free hand scrambles for something- anything to ground him in the moment- and grasps at the sheets like a wild animal until the seams give and the threads pop. And he barely notices...What he wouldn't give to be on the other side of that phone. "H-Have...have you ever put anything in your-"
There's a wet pop and he just /knows/ a string of spit follows Hirose's fingers from his lips, both glossy and wet and waiting. And what follows is a single, breathless, word, "O-once..."
Fuck.
"It felt...weird. Not bad just...weird."
"I know how to make it feel good." Nakamura tries not to sound eager- he really does. But he knows how to make Hirose feel good. He needs Hirose to feel good. "I can talk you through it. If- if you want me to...that is..." for the first time since this started, Nakamura hesitates.
He's met with a slightly muffled laugh- like Hirose had turned away from the phone in pure embarrassment. "Don't make me say it out loud...Don't leave me like this..."
But Nakamura doesn't budge, silently waiting for the breathy voice on the other side of the phone- because needs to know that this isn't one sided. He needs to know that Hirose wants this too.
"I- already told you that I trust you." Hirose responds eventually, his tone rapidly isolating between frustration and desperation. As though he can't decide between his own pride and that desperate, cloying need for direction clawing up the base of his spine. "Come on, Okuto, please..."
Okuto
"Press one finger in, but go slow." It's hard for Nakamura to guide the other boy like this, without being able to see the shudder of his thighs, or the way his fingers clumsily find their mark.
But Hirose was expressive in all ways. He gasps with every fleeting touch, breath caught in his throat as that first finger presses inside, stretching him just that much. "I-it it hurts..." his whimpering drifts in and out, like he's turned his head, face pressed into the myriad of pillows on his bed.
And Nakamura knows he's trying to force it. Trying to rush something as sacred as touching his own body. "Aiki, It's not supposed to hurt. Stop clenching and breathe. Only move when you feel ready." Nakamura has no clue what he's talking about- he has no practical experience to speak of, but he knows that something like this should only feel good. And he feels good when Aiki actually listens, his sharp intakes of air and stutters slowly melting into sweet, low moans. "That's it, nice and slow. In and out."
"A-ah...o-ok." Hirose's response is a stilted, stuttering mess despite already putting Nakamura's request into practice, moving that same digit in and out. "Y-yeah~ that- that feels kinda...nice."
"Curl your fingers up, gently...until you feel it."
"Feel w-what?" He can hear the smile in Hirose's voice, the rhythmic shuffle of the sheets in the background. Riding his own hand until his fingers cramped while desperately asking for input- Nakamura's input. "W-what am I supposed to-!"
And eventually, Hirose is guided to the mark. He cums, hard. Gasping out one final word before it all devolves into sobbing nonsense. "O-Okuto-!" His name falls from Hirose's mouth like a prayer, whispered reverently through the phone line for Nakamura's ears alone.
He comes back to himself a groaning mess, fighting for every breath, "O-Okuto, what was that? I never felt anything like it before..."
Nakamura doesn't answer, too busy in his own fantasy land. Hirose's thighs must have shook violent as he came- cock twitching against his arm as he reached past, his own dainty fingers pressed deep inside, as he listened to Nakamura's every request. He rode his own fingers, just as asked.
He'd been such a good boy. Letting Nakamura talk him through it.
Nakamura shutters, cumming ropes into his already ruined sheets, having never actually moved the hand on his cock. He came virtually untouched, because just hearing Hirose was enough. "H-ha...ha..." he feels like he's run a marathon- and won. Every nerve raw and exposed, and every breath fought for. But god damn was it worth it... "T-that was amazing..."
"You're telling me," Hirose pants in tandem, surely also sprawled out in his own mess. "How'd you know all that?"
"H-huh?"
"When I tried alone...it never felt that good. But with you explaining everything like that... it was all so intense..." once again does Hirose trail off. And once again Nakamura is given a choice- be truthful, or try to save face with a lie.
"I...read BL."
"..."
"Hey! It can be a very helpful starting point in learning about pleasure and...stuff."