Calls (A MakoHaru One-shot)

first and only chapter

Haruka was lonely. He hadn't seen his best friend all week thanks to him getting sick and Haruka just wanted to hear his voice again. Sure, he could wait until they got back to school on Monday, but Haruka wasn't sure if he was even capable of lasting that long. He needed Makoto, and in more ways than one.

Haruka was laying on his bed in just his swimming shorts as he reached for his phone on the drawer next to the bed. He then unlocked his phone and went to his contacts. He could feel a warm feeling stirring in his lower abdomen already. And to settle it all he had to do was press call.

"Haruka?" A voice called out.

"Makoto?" Haruka replied, a bit taken back by the younger male's change of voice. It was deeper than usual, causing Haru to shiver a little.

"Oh," Makoto let out a short chuckle, "Sorry about my voice. I'm pretty much done being sick but my throat's still sorta bad"

"That's fine" Haru replied, his hands traveling down his torso as he placed them on top of his crotch area. Haru imagined they were Makoto's hands as he started to take the trunks off slowly.

"So what did you call me for?" Makoto asked before quickly adding, "Its not like you're bothering me I was just wondering that's all"

"I..." Haruka inhaled audibly, trying to sound normal. "I just, need you,"

Haru let his hand wrap around his shaft, propping his feet up so his knees were in the air as he was laying down on his back.

"Uh, like, you need me to do something?" Makoto asked, rather confused about the whole situation. He was especially confused with all the shifting and other background noises, also why Haru was acting so strange.

"Talk." Haru demanded, trying to remain the grip on his phone while his other hand was busy. "Just, tell me what... you've done all week without me"

Haru arched his back, letting his thumb press down the the tip. He let out a small moan before quickly letting go of the phone as he stuffed to fingers in his own mouth. The phone was still next to his ear though, letting him still be able to hear his friend.

"What was that?" Makoto asked concerningly. He was starting to get an idea of what was happening.

"Ngh, nothing-" Haru replied quickly. He was flicking his wrist up and down on the shaft, bending his fingers in a way that gave him more friction as his hand was wrapped around it.

There was then an awkward silence, leaving Makoto to hear the intensity of the other teen's breathing.

"Uh, um, H-Haru..." Makoto started, not sure if he wanted to continue.

Haru suddenly thrust upward, in sync with the motion of his hand.
"...What"

"Are you..." Makoto closed his eyes. "Um, like, masturbating?"

Haru's breathing hitched as he suddenly quieted down. He wasn't aware he was that loud. Or that Makoto could hear him so well.

"Please don't leave" Haru sighed, slowing down his movements as he thrusted once again, the pleasure drowning out the room around him.

"Did you call me because of this?" Makoto asked, blushing furiously. He didn't know what to think of it. Sure, he had found interest in Haruka, but he still wasn't certain of his feelings. Although by the events as of the moment, he knew what Haru's feelings towards him were.

"Yes. But can..." Haru stopped short as he let out another moan. "Can you just...ah, play along?"

"Um." Makoto hesitated, wondering if he should actually do it.
'But we're friends. I shouldn't do this.'

"Makoto~" Haruka let out an emphatic moan, as pre-cum spurted out of his tip.

"Uh- Haru! Um..." Makoto interrupted, his cock starting to twitch. "Okay, um. I'll do it"

Haru got another pang of pleasure as he started to wet his fingers in his mouth. Makoto was actually going with it.

"What are you wearing?" Haru moaned out, the lust in his voice causing the younger male to shift a little.

Makoto looked down at his outfit. He was just wearing a yellow tee and plaid red boxers.

He recited his clothing choices to Haru, as he glanced over to his bedroom door to make sure it was locked.

"Mmph" Haruka moaned again, as he continued to move one hand up and down on his shaft. His other hand than outlined his entrance, as he started to tease himself.

Makoto cleared his throat, unsure of what to do. All he was hearing was Haru moaning and moving around. It was uncomfortable, but Makoto couldn't understand why he was strangely okay with it.

"Um. Do you want me to talk about anything else?" Makoto asked awkwardly.

"My...question from earlier, could you do that?" Haru asked, whining a little at the end.

"Uhh, was it what I've done all week?" Makoto said, awaiting confirmation.

"Ah!" Haru let in a deep breath as he entered two fingers into his entrance, not caring to put one in first.

"...I'll take that as a yes" Mako laughed nervously. Makoto then started to talk about his week, trying to ignore Haru who was barely listening anyways.

"Mako- ah.." Haru rocked his hips on his hand, feeling himself getting closer to climax.

Makoto stopped as he heard his friend start to moan continuously, every so often calling his name. It was becoming frustrating, causing Makoto's boxers to become a bit tighter.

"Makoto" Haru let out another moan. "I'm close..."

Makoto didn't have anything to say, as the whole situation was a bit awkward for him so he just listened to the sounds from the other line.

Haruka's breathing got faster and louder as he got closer to coming, and he also sped up his movements. He was in a pleasuring coma. He was just, so close.

"ah- Mak- please- fucking- mmm" Haru continued, forgetting that Makoto was even listening.

"Haru...?" Makoto said, not sure why he even said it. He just wanted to start conversation again.

"Makoto~" Haru exclaimed, just as he recached his climax. His breathing was overly audible as he he sat there, warm fluid covering now covering his stomach.

"Uh, Makoto..."Haru looked up towards his ceiling, realizing what had just happened. He breathed in. "Um, I-I-"

"It's okay, Haru" Makoto said, smiling against the phone. "I like you too"

"Y-you do?" Haru blurted out, getting up to clean himself off.

"Yeah, I'm sure of it" Makoto said, the grin not wiping off his face anytime soon. But then he was reminded of his own problem. "I got to go now, but I'll call you tomorrow"

"What?, oh, yeah- okay." Haruka replied, trying to come to his senses. "Goodbye, Makoto"

"Goodbye, Haru" Makoto said.

Then before Haruka hung up, he heard the sound of a zipper. And last time he checked he wasn't wearing pants.

A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it. :)