Kogure washed his hands before he picked up a towel to dry it. After draping the hand towel neatly on the oven door's handle, he made his way towards the living room and plopped himself on the sofa with a sigh. He feels bored with having nothing else to do. He has finished his homework a few hours ago and doing some revision doesn't appeal to him at the moment. Glancing at the phone beside him, he drummed his fingers on the sofa's arm for while before he made up is mind and picked the receiver, dialing a familiar number.

Mitsui was lying on the floor on his stomach, reading a magazine when the phone rang. He answered it with disinterest before he recognised the voice in his ear. His body straightened and a smile formed on his lips.

What are you doing right now? How are you? Have you finished your homework yet? Kogure asked and Mitsui replied while his hands flipped through the pages of the magazine, his mind not really registering what was on the pages as his attention was fully focused on the boy's voice on the other line.

They exchanging a few more sweet words before Mitsui turned their conversation into something more than innocent.

Kogure was idly twining his fingers with the telephone's cord when Mitsui began taking the part of an invisible lover. Kogure silently blushed, protesting at Mitsui's behaviour with an embarrassed hiss.

When his mother passed by the living room room to go up to her bedroom, Kogure conciously burrowed himself into the sofa's comfortable confines, his cheeks still red as Mitsui continued on speaking shameless words of sexual love. To his dismay he was getting aroused.

Hearing the soft words pouring out of his brother's mouth, Toru rolled his eyes in disgust and walked over to give a good kick on Mitsui's hip. Mitsui was at first surprised to see someone there but then he gave his younger brother a scowl before he went to his room, glad that the phone was cordless.

In the privacy of his room, Mitsui was bolder and gave Kogure more explicit ideas on what he would love to do to the spectacled boy right about now.

Hearing that Mitsui's husky voice was taking in a raspy manner, he could guess that the boy was probably feeling himself up at the moment. That triggered the memories of seeing Mitsui's body - so lean and strong with sweat enhancing the athletic muscles. Thinking about that made Kogure groan as his free hand found their way inside his shirt.

Mitsui was able to hear his friend's breath grow laboured and instead of cheekily rubbing it in, he let that voice help his imagination grow.

Kogure's body slid deeper between the thick padded cusions of the sofa. He was already helpless to stop Mitsui from talking now because he too was caught up in the fantasy weaved by the scarred-face boy. His heart was beating loud in his ears and his body was already straining to find release, depending solely on the words through the phone that will help him achieve that.

Mitsui let his flushed body hit the mattress, still gripping the phone in his hand. With a moan, he turned over to lay on his stomach and continued to torture his body and Kogure's with more sensual words.

With a deep frustrated sigh, Kogure finally allowed his fingers to bring him the release his body craved for. At the other line, Mitsui was doing the same.

Mitsui came first and he dazedly listened as Kogure reach the same climatic point with a gasp that gave him pleasant tingles along his body.

Mitsui rubbed his slightly sweaty forehead on the pillow and gave a sigh. He wanted to make a witty comment but instead he let his body relax as he listened the other boy slowly get his breath back. The following conversation was short but so full of love that made Mitsui wish he could be with Kogure at that moment to hold him in his arms.

After a few more whispers of endearments, Kogure hung up. His hand lifted to brush off a small bead of sweat on his brow before laying back on the couch with a heartfelt sigh.

What a way to spend an evening.

~The End

Note: Lyrics and title taken from Toni Braxton's "Speaking in Tongues"