Disclaimer: I do not own Free!
A/N: Help, I am deep into SouMomo. :D
Remember that really ancient popular 30 Subjects Challenges back in the days for every pairing. It has always been a life goal of mine to complete one for my OTP. So, thank you SouMoMo for existing. My dream will finally come into realization.
I share this happiness with every SouMomo fan out there. Who cares if we're small in number? We're big in love and sunshine!
Well, onto the fics!
Momotarou Mikoshiba understands SouRin and its charm.
They're childhood friends, best friends, war buddies—and yay!—more connected to each other than they are with their mothers. He respects that connection. He will go as far as to protect that connection. But waking up next to SouRin, Momo is not quite sure how to go about with this.
Waking up next to the boyfriend—his hand resting on your hip, his breath against your hair, his heartbeat a steady rhythm under your fingertips—is nice and sends warm and fuzzy feelings from his chest all the way to the tips of his toes.
But leaning over and feeling up the boyfriend's best friends packages: not as spectacular as he had previously imagined, especially if the boyfriend is sleeping there in between.
Just to be clear, Momo has nothing against his beloved Rin-senpai.
Rin-senpai is—to quote his Nitori-senpai—so perfect. He's the typical awesome jock: great at sports, spectacular in school, gifted with a body chiseled like a western Adonis and a face carved by angels. His major should have been his jagged teeth, but boy, dude has an incredible smile that can light up a continent worth of black out.
Rin Matsuoka is the perfect third wheel of the SouMomo relationship: strong, young, unrestrained, dangerous but essential in keeping the bond healthy and worth-it.
Now if Momo can only figure out the proper phrasing for that statement.
He is not blessed with the opportunity to dwell into his latest predicament, however, as an alarm clock blares good morning to the tune of Aiichirou Nitori's recorded voice.
"Senpai! Rise and shine! It's morning! Senpai! Rise and shine! It's morning! Senpai! Rise and shine! It's morning!"
Momo angles his body and follows to where the familiar voice is coming from. He finds the alarm, dubiously shaped like a dumbbell, on the corner beside Rin's desk, blinking in blue LED lights. Arguably, his Nitori-senpai's voice is the most effective tone to wake up to in the morning, but the repetitive high-pitched alarm is starting to ring inside his ears in a bothersome way. He flips and grabs for it, turning over on all sides, trying to find the off button.
"You have to lift it 30 times before you can shut it up," Rin yawns the entirety of his statement, taking the aggravating alarm so he can start flexing his arms, opting to rest on his bunk as he does so. With the heel of his foot, he attempts the rouse the last occupant from sleep. "Oi, get up, you lazy bum. We still have morning run to do."
Momo recalls morning run is a SouRin thing, amongst many things: passion for competitive swimming, interest in extreme sports, videogames, telepathy. Not to mention that knee-to-the-calf nudge thingy. Apparently, waking the other up in the morning is a SouRin thing too.
Pity.
Oh well, it is probably time to get back to his room now.
Sousuke rises slowly and stretches, his joints giving a satisfying click as he pulls them up over his head. His droopy eyes, still hazy with sleep, blinks, focuses and stares.
Momo isn't sure what Sousuke sees exactly, but whatever it is, it brought a peculiar smile upon his sleepy face—one that stretches to reach the twinkle in his eyes, unguarded and carefree, teasing the corners of his cheeks to showcase their lines and dimples.
Momo returns the sentiment with a grin. "Hi."
"Five more minutes," Sousuke says to no one in particular, before he tangles Momo back into his arms, draping the over their heads like a soft cocoon, blocking the intruding sunlight and roommate from sight.
Momo can hear a chuckle from overhead. "Five minutes then," Rin replies and pads out of the room, the door swinging close as he exits.
That is Sousuke's cue to close their distance and kiss him. Momo reserves the right to be shocked at first. He never pegged Sousuke to be the one who initiates such things, but after a moment's relief passes through him, he allows himself to sink against Sousuke, reaching up to entangle his fingers against the messy locks, pressing closer.
Momo really, really likes the way Sousuke kisses him but this so far goes down to the books of his favorites—slow and electric, coaxing his senses to riveting awareness, bubbles of delight brewing in his chest for more, deeper, closer.
He sighs softly and melts, thinking, revering. They should wake up like this more often, wrapped in each other's arms, necking; distance chased away by peach colored skies and light streams; the quiet hum of nature to their background, singing a wordless hush of the great day ahead.
They pull apart by inches to breathe, to think, to grin like the thoroughly besotted idiots they are.
"Good morning," Momo says it again in wonder, catching his breath—this time he feels he really means it; and places a tender kiss on Sousuke's forehead.
"Good morning," Sousuke whispers, places feather-light kisses on wherever he can reach: the bridge of his nose, the space between his eyebrows, the backs of his ears, his eyelids, the corners of his mouth.
"I need to go back to my room now," He makes sure to sound as every bit of disappointed as he can, leaning forward to meet their lips once more.
"Then go." A kiss.
"Okay." Then another.
That last kiss has them sighing, hesitation breathing into the quiet comfort of their embrace for the imminent separation. It is broad daylight and they both need to prepare for the day ahead.
Finally, Sousuke summons enough decency to pull away, leans against the bottom bunk of the bed and heaves, looking, staringatthedelicious picture Momo makes: all rumpled and pink, sleep-tousled locks strewn in messy directions like a rough halo, the twinkle in his eyes, and the relaxed angle of his body; gives up the pretense and bends down for just one more time.
Momo doesn't bother stopping him at all, winding his arms around Sousuke's neck, pulling them deeper against the bed sheets. To his surprise—and utter delight—Sousuke snakes his arms around his back and braces, tugging them both to sitting position against the bottom bunk. This position grants Momo much leverage to take control and pin him.
Not that Sousuke minds, no. Not in the way he tightens his grip around Momo's waist, holding him securely.
"You two are still at it?" Rin announces his return with feigned annoyance and mocking disdain, shaking his head as he rummages inside his closed, taking his every bit of previous time—a silent vow to make their experience as uncomfortable as they are making him.
Momo abruptly breaks away, almost lightheaded, shooting his captain an apologetic look just because Rin is begging for it, before pressing his lips against Sousuke for one last time. "I'll see you at breakfast."
"Breakfast." Sousuke seems smitten by the word.
Springing to his feet, Momo bounces back to his room, the thoughts of a good meal and great company adding an extra spring with every step.
(Ah, it's great to be young and in love.)