by Delmire Hart
“Yes Takumi, you are staying. That is, if you will accept the rose?”
“Yes,” Takumi replied quietly, he was surprised but happy.
“And the shower?”
He flushed but nodded shyly before moving back under the spray. As much as he didn’t think Mori would mind if he watched him undress, it was a little embarrassing and he still reeled from everything that had happened that evening. He glanced up as the shower door opened to let Mori in and he let his eyes wander over his sculpted muscles before turning away with a brighter flush. Takumi doubted he would ever get used to seeing his cut figure.
Arms reached around him for the shampoo and Takumi became putty under the other man’s fingers as he massaged the suds through his hair. All the remnants of tension drained away, and he found the tiredness hitting him all at once. He swayed on the spot and Mori pulled him back to lean against his hard chest. The man carefully maneuvered Takumi’s unsteady figure to rinse out his hair then he was back against the chest, head lolled back on his shoulder.
Large hands stroked down his sides and Takumi squirmed as the gesture sparked a soft flush of pleasure through his body.
“Mori…”
“Just let me take care of you.”
The hands wandered lower and wrapped around his already half hard cock. It didn’t take long for the man to work him to full hardness and Takumi moaned softly in pleasure. The fingers were just as talented as he remembered from last time and Mori took his time slowly working him closer and closer to climax.
Takumi twisted around in the tight embrace and offered his face up for a kiss. Mori quickly obliged him and their lips clashed together hungrily. He groaned as the other man invaded all of his senses.
Soon enough, he tumbled over the precipice of pleasure and came with a cry. Completely boneless in wake of his orgasm and the stress of the day, he would have fallen over had Mori’s arms not held him in a tight embrace. The evidence of Mori’s own desire poked into his back but he made no move to relieve himself, instead he washed Takumi down once again before helping him out of the shower and drying him with a fluffy towel.
Takumi was too tired to question the treatment and instead let himself enjoy the attentions for once. Finally dressed in his favourite dinosaur pyjamas, Takumi blinked up at Mori with tired eyes. When his brain kicked into gear, he realised that the man was offering him the rose. He reached out to accept it with a bright smile. Mori wanted him. It left a warm feeling in his chest.
As they were about to leave the bathroom, a thought struck him.
“Are we going to be caught leaving the bathroom at the same time together again?”
“No. I had them temporarily disable the cameras around here. They’ll turn back on once we reach the main living area.”
Takumi nodded and followed Mori through the mansion to the kitchen. There Jian, Riko, and Yume waited for them. The two girls quickly embraced him while exclaiming over how brave he was. Feeling a little embarrassed over the attention, he tried to shy away but they weren’t having any of it. You would think he was some sort of hero by the way they carried on.
A large yawn saved him in the end and he let himself be ushered off to bed gratefully. He trailed after Jian and grinned down at the rose he still clutched. The thought that he was wanted still echoed through his head and it wouldn’t leave him alone. He looked up in time to catch the Chinese man smiling warmly at him and he flushed slightly. But there wasn’t even a hint of teasing in the look, just a genuine smile that said he was happy for the younger man.
Takumi would have to thank his mother at some point. This show turned out to be far more worthwhile than he would ever have imagined.
Chapter Ten
The tension was high in the mansion. Everyone felt the end of their time here coming closer and desperately tried to get as much alone time with Mori as possible. It was catty and bitchy and Takumi hated seeing everyone so stressed. Even the BFFs Riko and Yume had exchanged some cutting remarks. Takumi spent most of his time trying to lighten the atmosphere or hiding out somewhere away from everyone.
Mori had joined him on the sunny windowsill a few times but no one was willing to let them sleep away the precious time and they would end up with far too many people crowding their nap. Takumi's only solitude now was when he escaped to the roof.
Mori was the most effected of all. He wasn't able to get a minute to himself unless he was on the phone and even then someone always hovered around. Takumi would occasionally drop off something to the man to eat or drink when he locked himself away and would often have to shoo away the people hanging around outside the door.
The poor man looked more visibly stressed as the days went on. Dark lines under his eyes, a visible twitch to annoying things, and an increasingly worn impassive mask. Worse still, the more impassive he seemed, the more desperate the contestants were to get any reaction at all. The mood in the mansion was oppressive and Takumi was out of ideas on how to fix it.
He had tried cooking a fancy feast, running a baking session, tried to start another dance party, and even tried to organise an afternoon at the poolside. That one had backfired spectacularly when it turned into a pose-almost-naked-for-Mori fest while simultaneously putting the others down. Takumi had actually stormed off in sheer frustration after that one. He was at the point of just wanting the stupid show over.
Mori was fleeing from the hell hounds that were the twins when Takumi appeared in front of him with a grin as he grabbed the man’s hand. He saw golden eyes fly wide in surprise before he turned and ran, tugging the other man into a run behind him. Twisting and turning as they got further into the mansion, he came to an abrupt stop as the voices of other contestants could be heard around the corner.
He dragged Mori into a small side room and raised his finger to his lips in a gesture to keep quiet. The man’s eyebrows jumped in surprise but he didn't speak. Takumi peeked through the crack in the door, watching as the others walked on by unaware.
Mori's hand was warm and large in his own. Takumi studiously ignored the nervous thrill the feeling shot through his stomach. It was the reaction of a giddy school girl; he was just holding his hand. Nothing crazy.
Soft, small gestures seemed far more intimate than they should and Takumi didn't know quite how to handle them. At least with the twice that Mori had cornered him in the shower, it went so quickly and overwhelmed him so completely that it was somehow less embarrassing. So, he was left getting flustered over chaste kisses and hand holding.
The oblivious contestants passed them by and once they were sufficiently far away, Takumi resumed pulling Mori in a light jog towards the far end of the mansion. They flew up some stairs and finally arrived at the furthest corner right at the top of the mansion. He let go of Mori's warm hand with reluctance and threw the window open wide.
Shooting a cheeky grin over his shoulder, he climbed out of the window and swung up onto the roof. It was less perilous than the first time he had scurried up here as the mansion staff had realised that he liked the spot and endeavoured to make it safer by placing extra railings onto the window ledge and roof.
A head popped out the window and swivelled around to catch sight of him perched up on the roof. Mori's eyebrows were almost at his hairline but after a moment of consideration he pulled himself through the window and clambered up beside Takumi.
“So, was there something you wanted to talk about?” Mori spoke after a few minutes of silence.
“Nope.” Takumi leaned back along the sloped roof and closed his eyes, intent on soaking up the last of the afternoon sun. “I just thought you might need a chance to relax. You know, not talk, take a nap, things like that. And just because you're not talking with people here doesn't mean holing yourself up in your office to work counts as relaxing.”
“You really are something else.” Takumi opened one eye to peer up at the other man curiously but Mori didn't elaborate. “So this is where you've been hiding away, huh? Not a bad view. Although not all of u
s are solar powered.”
He huffed and closed his eyes again. “You can go back to the others if you want but you look like you could use a nap to be honest.”
Mori chuckled and Takumi felt the man stretch out alongside him, their arms brushing together. They both stayed like that for some time. It was nice; the warm afternoon sun across his face, a slight breeze ruffling his hair, and the quiet presence of the man lying next to him.
A thumping, scrabbling sound followed by an amused huff interrupted their peace. “Of course, you would be up here. And you dragged the Bachelor along with you.”
Takumi sat up in surprise to see Watari hanging out the window with his camera in hand. Mori stretched before sitting up as well.
“While not as comfortable as the window seat inside, I must admit there is a tranquillity up here that is quite relaxing.”
Takumi grinned at the other man, “See, I told you.”
“Look, I don't have a death wish like the rest of you so just gimme the money shot so I can leave you to it. I don't get paid enough to hang out a damn window.”
“Money shot?”
Takumi's confusion didn't last long as Mori reached over and pulled him closer while leaning in to meet him half way. His squawk of surprise was cut short by warm lips pressing against his own and he fisted Mori's shirt, once again reduced to holding on for the ride. Fuck the man could kiss. He always managed just the right balance of lips, teeth, and tongue. He was gasping for air when they finally broke apart and could only blink in stunned silence as the other man turned to smirk at the camera.
Takumi was still waiting for his brain to catch up with the moment when he found himself being pulled onto Mori's lap. The daylight was starting to disappear and their gazes locked for a long moment before their lips crashed together again. A hand slipped into his hair and tugged his head back so lips and teeth could run down the curve of his throat. The camera was completely forgotten until Mori spoke again, this time with his voice deeper than normal which sent a shiver down Takumi's spine.
“Is that enough of a show for you?”
Watari gave a filthy grin before pulling himself back inside, closing the window part way behind him for what was presumably a little privacy.
“Now, I think this an excellent way to spend the rest of the afternoon.”
The blonde had no chance to agree before he was being devoured again. The heat quickly built between them and his very nerves felt alight. Large hands slipped from their places at his waist and hips, instead moving to knead at his ass cheeks. A moan slipped free immediately at the sensation and he was pulled forward to grind into Mori's lap.
The man was rock hard, and it was only then that Takumi realised he was as well. A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. Would this be like those other times in the shower? Takumi had one arm hooked around the other man’s neck for support but set the other hand to clumsily unbuttoning the shirt that stopped him from feeling that heated flesh against his own.
The hands moved to slip into his underwear to continue their pulling and squeezing motions directly on his skin. He couldn't stop more moans slipping free but Mori seemed keen to swallow them up. They didn't break apart until one hand moved from its task of fondling to instead press two fingers against his lips as the man’s mouth moved his attentions to his neck.
Is he planning what I think he's planning?
Takumi slurped the fingers into his mouth and set to pleasuring them with his tongue. He was almost quivering in anticipation now. He knew how talented Mori's hands were and he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about them this way while he lay awake at night sometimes.
The fingers were removed with an obscene slurp and he was tugged up onto his knees, face level with Mori's own. Fingers trailed along the crease of his ass and those wet fingers teased at his hole.
“I'm going to make you feel real good, Takumi.”
Oh, that voice almost purred with the overwhelming arousal. Takumi's breath hitched and then a long, low moan tumbled from his lips as a finger slowly worked its way inside. Their faces were so close together that they shared the same breath, not that Takumi could breathe with the sheer intensity that was burning in those golden eyes. His eyes slipped shut of their own accord and warm lips descended on his in a second.
Their frenzied kissing was at odds with the slow pace of the finger pumping in and out of him but that was forced on them due to the lack of proper lube. Still another finger pressed inside and Takumi groaned at the stretch. His head fell back and his neck was once again lavished with attention.
The burn of the stretch had just eased off as Mori found what he was looking for and Takumi's body jolted like he had been electrocuted. Oh, he had never managed to hit that spot on his own and his previous partners never really cared to find it either.
Breathless and flying high on the pleasure, Takumi slowly pushed back, fucking himself on those thick fingers. He stayed with his arms wrapped about Mori's neck and their faces bare millimetres apart. Pushing himself closer to the heat of the other man, he fought down a hysterical giggle. Here he was, on the roof of a fancy mansion getting finger fucked by the bachelor himself and only Watari’s laziness stopped him from getting his ass displayed across the Internet. Oh, this was a bad idea.
A bad, extremely hot idea. He shuddered as the sparks of pleasure pushed him towards the precipice.
“Mori…”
A large arm wrapped around his waist, pinning him against Mori's hard body. Lips once again swallowed his moans as fingers firmly massaged his insides. The continuous pressure was both too much and yet somehow perfectly electric. He writhed in place, almost sobbing as his release tore through him with a force that surprised him. Other than a small amount of friction on his cock from their bodies grinding together, he came purely from Mori's fingers.
Takumi collapsed against Mori, still limbs twitching as he tried to come back down to earth. He groaned at the sensation of the fingers being removed but honestly, he wasn't sure if it was in relief or loss. He pressed a hand against the impressive bulge he practically sat on and quirked an eyebrow at Mori in askance after he made no move to relieve himself.
“I'll deal with that later. Even I only have so much self-control.”
The man let Takumi slump boneless against him as he recovered and it wasn't long before he became uncomfortably aware of the mess he had made. Ugh, he came in his pants and it was sticky and gross as it cooled and dried. Embarrassed, he muttered about going back to clean up and received a satisfied smirk in return. Mori wouldn't let him go without one last drugging kiss.
Slipping back through the window, Takumi ducked off to the bedrooms quickly, hoping to avoid the cameras. Hopefully they would hunt Mori down instead and give him enough time to change. Jian lounged on his bed reading and looked up at his arrival. Takumi paused in the entrance, momentary hesitating over how weird it would look to grab a change of clothes right now.
In the end, he decided that staying in the soiled underwear was not an option and instead quickly gathered some clothes before hurrying off to the bathroom. He returned to a knowing smirk on Jian Longs face and couldn't quite hide his flushed cheeks. The man was too sharp. Takumi wasn't sure if it was more embarrassing or less that he didn't even ask what he had been up to.
He found out later that a viewer had screen-shot the perfect moment from their little ‘show’ earlier. Takumi's back was to the camera, head thrown back and eyes closed in apparent ecstasy with Mori's teeth sitting pressed lightly against his neck. His golden eyes caught the light, and they almost glowed. He looked almost like a predator caught just about to devour his prey. Which wasn't that far off, really. Honestly, it looked like something off the set of an erotic movie.
***
It was the day before the second rose ceremony and Takumi was making himself a late breakfast. He just felt like eating something warm and filling today. His coffee sat on the bench behind him along with half of his meal that he had cooked so
far. Kaneko walked in and Takumi refused to acknowledge the man.
“Hisato, pass me my juice.”
Takumi’s eyebrow twitched at the whiny tone and lack of manners. “Get it yourself.”
“You'll get snippy at me for walking into the kitchen. It's in the door.”
“Fine. Whatever.”
Takumi turned and pulled out the juice, sliding it over to the bitchy manager and huffed as he took it wordlessly. Not even a thanks. Rude. He carried on, finishing up his cooking and cleaning up while he polished off the last of his coffee.
He was finishing the last of his breakfast when he noticed he was feeling a bit woozy.
Odd. Maybe he was getting sick?
He tried to take a step and stumbled. The room spun and the edges of his vision darkened.
Something steadied him and he leaned heavily against it, grateful for the support. He looked up only to be met by Kaneko’s burning blue eyes.
“Here, let me help you Hisato.”
He vaguely registered the too smug tone of voice before his vision went blank.
Chapter Eleven
Mori sat stretched out on the couch in the main living room with several of the remaining contestants. For once, it was a relatively peaceful atmosphere with everyone one idling around and chatting amongst themselves. Being the day before the next rose ceremony, he would have assumed that everyone would have been at him trying to curry last minute favour but someone, most likely Takumi, must have said something and it was a relief. The tiredness was bone deep at this point and the last thing he wanted to deal with right now was drama over stupid things.
“Oh! Taku-chan is using his twitter for once! It must be the first time ever!” Yume giggled as she tapped away at her phone. “Now let’s see what he’s posting.”
He expected a photo from the rooftop or food or something so very Takumi but a bad feeling twisted his gut as Yume’s expression twisted into a frown.
