Story: Total Eclipse of the Heart

Anime: Free! Eternal Summer (or the first season whatever floats your boat)

Chapter Rating: T

Title: Self Discovery

(a/n)people are messaging me wondering why i am writing stories that aren't sudden death.

that story is done.

i am also using yen as the currency so he is not handing him $2000 he is handing him ¥2000

swimming boys are in full affect.
*stands on throne of ooc-ness*

A wandering pair of eyes looked around his scenario, wondering what lead him here. It was Saturday, his day to swim. He only wanted to sit in the water. The last place he expected to be was here, his city's gay strip joint.

He didn't come here because he was gay; he came wondering of his sexuality. Some days he wished water was a sexuality. If he told someone he was attracted to water he would blow. Maybe he was sexually attracted to what he could do in the water.

It being a Saturday, the place was full. 'Paradise City' by Guns N' Roses was blasting through the speakers. By the way it seemed, this was exactly like a heterosexual strip club, yet with dudes. His head was filled with vigor and his nose was filled with the scent of alcohol. This was a strip joint for sure.

He couldn't help but chuckle about one of the guys on stage were doing. His fingers lightly gripped a pole, lifting himself up with ease. Even with a police officer uniform, that means long pants, he stretched his legs without a single problem. Those pants were probably leggings, tight as fuck on his ass. His smile was goofy, the guy was having fun.

Haru stared at the young man walking around the pole multiple times, grind against it, then pick himself up with it. He was so caught up with his graceful technique, Haru never took a seat. Other men started pushing him out of the way until he caught on. Crimson covered his face when he realized how idiotic he must've looked, the only guy standing up in the whole club.

The seat he chose was right in front of the man he had his eyes on. Letting him see his features a bit better. He had a pair of pinky-red eyes, accompanied by in thick red hair. It wasn't the gingery red, it was an exotic red that caught his eye as soon as he walked in. Over his police shirt, there was a name-tag. Rin. His name was girly, just like Haru's. Rin was so fast on his choreography that Haru could barely see his face.

Around after ten more minutes of watching him dance around, he knelled down to Haru.

"You've been watching me for an awful long time, sir." He tipped his hat down, putting it on the ground. Rin gave a smile, exposing his sharp teeth. That most of the time made the men back away.

"Is there a fee?" Haru smirked.

"If you want there to be one." Haru handed him ¥2000 with a daring smile. "The guys love this." He clenched the front of his pants, pulling them forward, dropping the bill in his trousers. The waist hit his skin with a snap. "Thanks for the tip, it helps." Rin put the hat on Haru and went back up.

Eventually, Rin grabbed the hat back and went on break. Haru watched him walk away, chuckling. Some guy went up to Haru and told him there was something stuck to his head.
'I'll be back on stage at 11:15. If you want a private dance or something, I'll be around, cutie'

Haru started looking around for Rin, noticing him at the bar. He sat alone, drinking a soda so he would be energized for later. First thing Haru noticed was that Rin was out of breath.

"Hello." The seat next to him was open. "That was really graceful, I liked it."

"Thanks." Rin shuffled his soda around in the cup, sipping from it right after. "I realized a moment ago, I never got your name."

"Nanase."

"That's a surname." He took notice. "What's your-"

"Haru." He answered before Rin could finish the sentence.

The two engaged a conversation, until a certain question was asked.

"Top or bottom?"

"I don't know." Rin laughed, grabbing his shoulder.

"I didn't know until I got this job. I like top but here, if a guy takes me home, I sometimes end up bottom." After a moment, Rin touched Haru's chin, pulling him close. "I can make you find out." If Rin kissed him on the job, he could be fired. "Not right now, though. After work."

"Rules?" Rin nodded, lightly hugging him with the arm that coiled his shoulder. "Look at the time."

"Trying to get rid of me, Haru?"

"I just want to see you grind against that pole again." It was much for him to speak that much to a complete stranger.

"That's not the only pole I'll be grinding against, tonight." Rin whispered into Haru's ear. His approach was so quick. "Or so I hope?"

"Dork."

After his next round of oh-so-good dancing, Rin had enough yen to pay his half of rent.

Haru couldn't get enough. His expression looked bored, so Rin always changed up the routine, when in reality it was completely fine in his opinion.

This time more clothes were coming off, agonizingly slow. It made Haru's stomach churn the way he moved around the pole. How long has he had this job? He wasn't some cheesy newbie who didn't know much, he was a pro in Haru's book.

He had gone to a few women strip clubs and seen their dancers, some saying they've done it for a handful of years. That was approximately the amount of time he had dancing here.

The sensual music made it harder for him not to get harder than he was. Did all the drunken guys around him have hard-ons? How did they hide it? Rin made it frustratingly difficult to stay put in his seat.

The lights were dim so he didn't see that Rin was wearing lipstick. It was a bright red that made him seem capable of murder. He'd occasionally suck on his finger for a second, a quick in-out, and Haru would see the excess get on his fingers.

It was like the way he swam, athletically graceful. His personality of smiles made him even better. Haru liked guys who smiled a lot, it comforted him. When he got used to a guy, he would do the same.

Strippers were often there for the money, from his thought at least, and he seemed to enjoy the job. Haru happily watched him be happy, and that was fantastic with him.

Before he knew it, Rin had gone on two more breaks, gone through six sodas, and was drained by the end of the night. He kept bugging Haru on how we was staring at him, seeming to be in awe.

"Want that job?"

"Mine's fine." Haru shook off the idea while sipping his margarita. "Takes a lot of experience."

"Strong legs and the offering to play a bit of dress-up. That's all this job really takes." His shirt was unbuttoned halfway so Haru could see his rippling abs. "I love dancing, too. That has something to do with it. Strippers always look like that they hate their jobs and life, yet I want people to have a different aura from me. My distinct atmosphere can't be negative against my customers, it could put a toll on them and I."

"At the hetero clubs, girls looked like they were suffocating in those uniforms." It made him feel guilty "I couldn't watch that."

"Only the pants here are on the tight side. If you get there quick enough, your shirt can be loose. That's why I'm always in a rush."

"I've only known you for a few hours."

The place was closing down for the night, Haru getting multiple warnings to leave or get kicked out. Rin told a worker 'he's with me' and, that was the end of the feud.

They sipped through a few martinis, even a shared wine cooler. Rin nudged his shoulder, letting something off of his chest.

"Why are you on a self-discovery mission? Are you just unsure of your future?"

"You could say that. Being heavily bullied by girls adds to it." Rin felt his heart sink. The girly name made sense, but he couldn't get used to it like Rin did? He was teased too when he was young.

"That's why you aren't preferring women?" Haru nodded lightly. "I understand. There's no straight bone in my body."

"Never has been, I'm guessing?"

"Nope." Rin got up from his seat, turning his cap to the back. "You wanna come home with me?"

"How often do you have STD tests here?"

"2nd Wednesday of the month, and I haven't touched a guy in years. College."

"Sure." Haru left his glass along with a few dollars, getting up with Rin. "Let's go."

"You've only known me for a few hours and you're willing to crash at my place?"

"Why not?"