A knock on the door startles them both awake and they barely have time to open their eyes before Momotaru barges in, followed by Nitori who looks apologetic.
Momotaru skids comically to a halt as soon as he sees that not only is Sousuke in the bottom bunk, but that Makoto is the other person there, instead of Rin as he'd expected.
Huh. Rin clearly forgot to tell them he'd be away this weekend, which is unlike him. And then Sousuke remembers that they were supposed to go for run together, the four of them. And that Rin had been the one to suggest it.
Sousuke begins to suspect that Rin did this on purpose. Which, honestly, is something Sousuke shouldn't feel surprised by.
"Ah, Tachibana-senpai! I'm sorry we interrupted, but Matsuoka-senpai didn't say he'd be gone and suggested we'd go on a run this morning. We'll leave you alone, come on Momotaru!" Nitori starts dragging Momotaru out the door when Makoto speaks up.
"It's okay, Ai. We'll join you soon; just let us get dressed first." Makoto smiles down at them, and Nitori blushes. Sousuke would think it was because of Makoto's smile, but he knows how much Nitori wants to be called Ai, knows how much it means to him. Which is why Sousuke's making him work for it, as just going along at once wouldn't make it as meaningful.
"Thank you! We'll wait outside!"
As soon as they've left, closing the door behind them, Makoto falls back on the top bunk and groans.
"Having second thoughts? Momotaru can be quite the handful and doesn't lack stamina when it comes to running, so I hope you know what you're getting yourself into. Then again, I imagine Nagisa's much the same."
"It's not that…" Makoto trails off. "I, uhm…"
"Something wrong?" Sousuke asks as he gets out of bed, looking worriedly at Makoto.
"Ah, no, not really."
When Sousuke looks up at Makoto, he has covered his face in his hands, and his lower body is twisted away.
"Makoto?" Sousuke can hear how worried his own voice sounds and his brows furrows when Makoto doesn't respond. "Want me to tell them we're not coming?"
His only reply is something unintelligible.
"I'll take that as a yes then."
Sousuke is dressed and reaching for the door handle when Makoto speaks up.
"I can't leave the bed because… because I dreamt of you."
"Oh...kay?" Now Sousuke is really confused. "That's not really helpful though."
"I mean I dreamt of you."
"What?"
"Oh my god, Rin was right! You're so dense," Makoto groans.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Makoto sits up in bed, sheet falling down to uncover evidence of last night, staring at Sousuke with such intensity, and only then does Sousuke realise what Makoto meant. And yeah, okay, Rin is right; Sousuke really is dense. Not that he'll admit to it, least of all to Rin. Or Nanase.
He locks the door, then turns to Makoto, who's just turned and swung his legs over the edge, sheet covering the evidence of what he just said.
And Sousuke's not having it.
"You sure you'd rather not just stay here?" He is in front of Makoto now, a hand places on one of his knees, thumb rubbing circles against the inside.
"We, ah… we shouldn't pass up the exercise."
"If there's exercise you need, I can think of other, more rewarding…" Sousuke looks up at Makoto through lidded eyes, "ways to burn calories."
His hand is now under the sheet, just at the edge of the fabric of the boxer Makoto's borrowing. Which Sousuke had forgotten about until now, so it sends a spark of lust through him.
Having Makoto in his bed, in his underwear, hard because Makoto dreamt of him, covered in marks from the day before… Oh yes. Sousuke would much rather spend the day in bed.
Makoto shudders at the touch, and Sousuke smirks up at him.
"Want some help with that?" For a moment, Makoto looks uncertain, and Sousuke is ready to pull away to leave him alone, worried he is taking this - whatever is it that's going on between them (or not) - too far, but then Makoto bites his lip and nods.
Sousuke moves at once, like a snake uncoiling to attack; hands stroking Makoto's legs, face pressed against the bulge, and the sound that escapes Makoto as Sousuke audibly inhales his scent sends a shiver through Sousuke.
Deciding to tease Makoto, Sousuke then moves his head to the side, starting to make more marks to the inside of Makoto's thighs. Unlike the ones from last night, these will be hidden, private ones that will make Makoto think about Sousuke at night, when he is alone in his bed at home. These ones will be felt when he swims, when he runs.
A hand settles in his hair, guides his head back to where Makoto wants it. Sousuke wastes no time, mouthing at his dick through the thin fabric of the boxer. But it's clear to him that it's not enough for Makoto, and Sousuke knows exactly what he feels. Still, he can't help but tease him just a little bit more first.
So Sousuke opens his mouth more, very carefully dragging his teeth against Makoto, making the hand in his hair tighten its hold.
"Sousuke," Makoto growls out, a warning of how frustrating the lack of anything more is becoming. Sousuke hums in reply, but still moves to help Makoto get rid of his boxer. Oh, well, Sousuke will have to provide him with another of his own afterwards then.
As soon as the boxer's been discarded, Sousuke can't help but take a moment to admire the view in front of him. Tall as he is, he ends up with Makoto's dick straight in front of his face, which means all he needs to do is to lean in and take him into his mouth.
But still he can't help but be a tiny bit defiant, instead nipping at the inside of one of Makoto's legs; the one that had been free from his markings thus far.
All Sousuke wants to do is take his sweet time in leaving a trail of marks, but he's barely made one when both of Makoto's hands make their way into his hair, forcibly dragging his head closer.
And before he can react, Makoto's moved one hand towards his own dick, moving it into Sousuke's mouth in one swift mood. It's not something Sousuke would have expected of him, but it's clear Sousuke's instructions from the previous night still rings in Makoto's head. Or maybe he's just been pushed far enough that he's left behind his usual careful demeanor.
Either way, it doesn't matter to Sousuke. He loves seeing this unexpected side to Makoto, loves being the one responsible for making him act in such a way. Sousuke prefers his partner to be in charge, but he never expected to get such a kick out of it, to be as turned on as he is getting right now. Makoto really is special.
There's something about the way that Makoto fucks Sousuke's mouth with abandon and yet he still controls it, despite any outwards appearance of an utter lack of it. The way he doesn't push all the way in, even though Sousuke himself knows he can take it.
Makoto still allows him enough room to breathe without problem, enough room to move his tongue. Enough room to swallow around him, which causes Makoto to cry out and his hips to stutter, so close to the edge now.
What pushes him over the edge is the finger Sousuke rubs athis entrance with - without warning.
Makoto carefully lets himself fall backwards, aware of the wall he might hit his head on if he is not careful as Sousuke does his best to suck him dry before letting go with a wet pop.
For a long moment, all they can do is breathe harsly. And then Makoto starts laughing.
Sousuke doesn't really know what it is that Makoto finds funny, but he joins in. It feels good to laugh like this, to feel so happy and free. It's something Sousuke rarely feels lately and he is grateful for every precious moment.
"I can't believe we just left Ai and Momotaru hanging for this," Makoto says, sobering up.
"Sure we shouldn't just blow them off entirely?"
At first Sousuke doesn't realise that his words can be interpreted in a certain way, but then Makoto sits up slightly to just look at him, and then he once again falls back, laughing loudly. When realisation dawns, Sousuke has to sit down for fear of collapsing on the floor.
"For fear of repeating myself, I can't believe you just said that!"
"Me neither!" Sobering up a little, Sousuke looks up to watch Makoto's legs still hanging over the edge of the bed, as that's all he can see of him at the moment. "The offer for a day in bed still stands though."
Makoto doesn't say anything, sitting up in bed, letting himself gracefully fall down to the floor, and then straddling Sousuke where he sits, back against one of the desks. For a long moment, all they do is kiss; languid and soft, more feelings of care than heat.
"Tempting as it sounds, we did promise them. And I need food, which requires getting dressed and leaving this room." Of course, Sousuke's stomach chooses to rumble just then, as though just the word 'food' was enough.
"You've got a point."
Makoto rises to his feet in one fluid motion, then offers Sousuke a hand which he gladly accepts. It speaks volumes of Makoto that he makes sure the hand reaching out compliments Sousuke's hurt shoulder. That he remembers and cares.
"You're so impatient," Makoto remarks teasingly. "We still have the whole weekend you know? It's barely Saturday morning."
Sousuke hadn't even thought of that. The fact that they will still have a full day after this one, that - because of Nanase - Rin won't be back until he absolutely has to. For once, Sousuke appreciates Nanase, unwilling as he is to admit it.
"Now, help me find some clothes?"
-
The run with Nitori and Momotaru is... okay. Both Makoto and Sousuke feels fatigued from the lack of food and last night's - and this morning's - activities, so they don't keep as fast a pace as the other two. At least it saves them from listening to most of Momotaru's constant chatter.
It becomes apparent pretty quickly that they need food sooner rather than later, so they call out to the others to let them know their intention, which the other two finds to be a great idea and invites themselves along.
They return to the dorms to change first, and Sousuke only manages to keep his hands off of Makoto due to his hunger. Not that he is not hungry for Makoto's mouth. Or his dick. Well, to be honest, his whole body, but - as Makoto pointed out - they still have the rest of the day and all of tomorrow.
Nitori and Momotaru are once again waiting on them on the steps outside, and they quickly decide to take the train to a nearby stop which serves ramen. According to Momotaru it's the best ramen he is ever had, so they decide not to waste time and energy arguing with him.
The kid really is a handful.
Nitori is quiet, which really isn't that uncommon. while Momotaru on the other hand is talkative - as per usual.
"Tachibana-senpai, why are you wearing Yamazaki-senpai's clothes?" For once, Sousuke praises the fact that Momotaru's not the sharpest tool in the shed. Rin would have 'asked' in a way that showed it was obvious just what he suspected and made sure everyone knew it.
"We got caught out in the storm last night and I hadn't brought a change. Sousuke was kind enough to let me borrow his."
"But why were you outside in the storm?" Nitori asks, sounding confused and worried. "You shouldn't get sick this close to competitions!"
A blush creeps up on Makoto's face, and Sousuke is pretty sure he is remembering their activities last night and how they kept warm. He is thinking of it himself after all. Thank fuck Rin's not here. Or Nanase. And especially Hazuki.
"We went out for a small jog," Sousuke answers for him, voice thankfully steady. "Spur of the moment, didn't check the forecast first."
They seem to accept the answer, and Sousuke spends the rest of breakfast (brunch?) listening to Momotaru and Nitori talking about school and asking Makoto if the Iwatobi team have any luck in finding new recruits.
Once they're done, Sousuke skillfully pries Makoto away and says they've got plans of their own and that they'll see the others again later. As soon as they're out of earshot, Makoto reaches out to wrap an arm around Sousuke's waist.
"So. Tell me about these plans of ours."
"Sure you want me to in public?" Sousuke replies, barely whisper in Makoto's ear over the now rather crowded street.
"Ah.. Maybe not yet then."
"What a shame. You look so pretty when you blush."
"Sousuke!"
He laughs at the indignant sound Makoto makes, watching as he blushes slightly.
"Told you so!"
They spend some time just walking around, and Sousuke's hand is itching to reach out to grab Makoto's hand so he can hold it. He doesn't know where this need is coming from; it's not something he's felt before.
Because they're just walking, they don't have a specific goal or place in mind. And so they end up in a park. There are few people there, despite the unreasonably nice weather and the fact that it's a Saturday, so they're mostly alone.
In the shadows by the trees the grass is still wet from the night before and there's some debris littering the ground, evidence of the storm the night before.
"Shame about the cherry blossoms," Makoto remarks as he looks to the ground, at the pink petals spread out across the park and the small playground on one edge. Only then does Sousuke notice the two large trees, now devoid of most of their colour.
"Yeah."
There's a small booth which sells tea, so Sousuke buys them one each, despite Makoto's protests.
They end up on a bench beneath the larger of the two cherry trees, Sousuke brushing away petals before they sit down. Sunlight filters through the mostly bare branches, casting a warm glow over them.
The sounds of children laughing washes over them as they enjoy the company of the other, not feeling the need to talk. It's chilly still, and though the tea helps, they find themselves getting cold not long after they've finished drinking and so they drift closer to one another, imperceptibly so until they can't possibly sit closer.
And then Makoto reaches out to take Sousuke's hand in his own. Finally, Sousuke thinks, leaning his head on Makoto's shoulder. They're so similar in height that it's a comfortable position, and Sousuke feels himself getting sleepy from the lack of sleep the past night.
"Want to head back?" Makoto asks and Sousuke can only hum in reply as his eyes drifts closed. Makoto laughs. "Come on sleeping beauty. You'll catch a cold out here," he adds, then turns his head to place a kiss on Sousuke's forehead.
It's such a domestic thing to do, and it makes them both freeze; partly because the mere thought of them being more than friends ins still not something they have truly thought about, and partly because it happened in such a public place.
But there seems to be no reaction from anyone, which means they either didn't notice or don't care.
-
They take the train back to Samezuka.
Once back in Sousuke's room, Makoto locks the door, strips down to his borrowed boxers and t-shirt, then climbs into the bottom bunk and curls up under the covers. Sousuke just stares at him for a moment, until Makoto lets him know he is tired and they need a nap if they're to continue last night's - and this morning's - activities.
Sousuke doesn't hesitate to join him then, closing the blinds and muting his phone first.
Makoto ends up being the bigger spoon, and Sousuke - for reason he can't quite explain - feels safer than he is ever done before, and so loved that he can't help the tears that threaten to spill.
And so they fall asleep like that, tangled together in the sheets.
-
They wake up three hours later, stomachs rumbling, and Makoto wastes no time calling coach Sasabe to order pizzas from him.
He arrives less than an hour later, not seeming surprised that Makoto is spending his time with Sousuke rather than Nanase or the rest of the Iwatobi team. But Sousuke decides not to question it, and he is too hungry to care at the moment.
Once Sasabe is on his way, Sousuke locks the door again (to stop Momo and Nitori to barge in again, he tells himself) and then he picks up his laptop and the cases with their glasses before joining Makoto in bed.
"Figured we could watch something while we eat," he suggests and Makoto agrees.
It's not easy finding something, so they settle for opening a page with anime shows, selecting one at random.
It ends up being a sports anime about figure skating, and Makoto vaguely remembers Gou bringing it up at some points, though he can't remember anything specific.
Not long into the second episode, Sousuke suggests the show would be fitting for a drinking game; take a shot every time something on the show screamed 'gay (sub)text', to which Makoto laughs and replies they'd die from alcohol poisoning before finishing watching the whole thing.
"What do you suggest then?" Sousuke asks as the outro plays.
"Hmm?"
"If turning it into a drinking game is too dangerous, I mean."
"Oh." There's that beautiful blush on Makoto's face again, but Sousuke barely has the time to start enjoying it before Makoto speaks up. "A kiss?"
One heartbeat. Two.
"Deal."
The further into the anime they get, the more difficult it gets paying attention. The boxes of pizzas are mostly forgotten.
Making out is a bit awkward; their glasses gets in the way but neither bothers to remove them, and the laptop almost falls to the floor several times.
In the end, Sousuke just puts the laptop and boxes of pizza on the floor, not even pausing the anime, impatient enough to not bother with it.
They'd only bothered to put on sweatpants for when Sasabe had showed up with the pizza, so getting undressed now is a lot easier than it had been the night before. It only takes moments before they're naked and Makoto's hand quickly finds Sousuke's dick, stroking it.
Sousuke is already painfully hard, which makes kissing Makoto more difficult. So he moves to rest his head on Makoto's shoulder, focusing instead of breathing so he won't come this soon.
But it seems Makoto has other plans, and he retaliates by doing what Sousuke had done to him that morning; only instead of just rubbing a finger at his entrance, Makoto slides his finger in, slick with spit (which explains the wet sound Sousuke heard seconds before but didn't pay any attention to).
Sousuke comes then, biting into Makoto's collarbone as he does. Makoto strokes him through it, until Sousuke's too sensitive to handle it. Collapsing down on Makoto would have been easy, and Sousuke knows Makoto can take his weight, but he flops down on his side next to Makoto, taking care not to land on his damaged shoulder as he does.
"Payback suits you," Sousuke remarks as he looks at Makoto, at the look of pride on his face.
"I'm only getting started," Makoto replies, and there's that devilish grin on his face that bears the promise of what's to come.
As Sousuke moves to remove his glasses (he doesn't need them now anyway), Makoto stops him.
"Keep them on," Makot says, and it's a command more than anything else, which makes Sousuke comply instantly. There's something about the tone in his voice - and the fact that it's Makoto saying it in that tone - that makes Sousuke unwilling to disobey. "Good boy."
Had Sousuke been more mentally aware, he would have made a mental checklist over the new kinks he is discovering now, all thanks to Makoto. But he's far too distracted, as Makoto moves to straddle him, looking down on him through his long, dark lashes.
And then Makoto starts moving his hands.
They stroke his skin, leaving trails of warm skin in their wake. It makes Sousuke shudder.
The longer Makoto keeps it up, the more sensitive Sousuke feels and he fears he might burst again soon if Makoto doesn't stop, but at the same time, Sousuke doesn't want him to.
But then Makoto makes the choice for him, by not only moving his hands away, but by moving off of Sousuke entirely, standing next to the bed, hand out to help him up.
Sousuke accepts, wondering what Makoto's planning on doing next.
Before Sousuke knows what's happening, Makoto's dragged the mattress onto the floor, and there's barely enough room for it between the bedframe and the desk.
And when Makoto points to it, Sousuke instantly understands what Makoto wants him to do.
So he goes down on all fours, ass towards Makoto, who wastes no time joining him.
This time, Makoto's hands stroke across his back, all the way down to his ass, then back up again. There's a pattern to his movements, the way his hands follow the same lines over and over again, only each time getting closer and closer to Sousuke's entrance.
Sousuke feels himself getting close again, and so far Makoto's yet to touch any parts of his body that would warrant such a response.
"I'd love to watch you finger yourself, open yourself up to me while I watch," Makoto says, and then his fingers finally move to cup his ass, spreading the cheeks. "But we can do that next time."
Before Sousuke can truly process those words, Makoto's tongue is at his entrance and it takes everything in him not to scream at the sensation.
As Makoto's tongue enters him, as one hand moves down to fondle his balls, Sousuke struggles to control his breathing. And when one, then two fingers join Makoto's wicked, wicked tongue, Sousuke is damned near ready to explode.
When Makoto pulls away (please let it be to get lube and condoms!) Sousuke whines at the loss, and he thinks it should make him feel pathetic but it doesn't, and even if it did, he couldn't possibly care less at this point.
Then the mattress dips, and Makoto is there, fingers slick from lube and Sousuke hadn't even heard the bottle open. There are fingers inside him again, three this time, and it doesn't take long before he starts to shake.
Makoto understands this, knows what needs to be done, and so he quickly puts on the condom and wraps on arm around Sousuke to help him straighten up, to relieve the weight off of his shoulders - both the good and the bad one.
And then, one arm still wrapped around Sousuke's torso, Makoto finally, finally enters him in one smooth motion and Sousuke thinks home, thinks this is where I belong.
The angle is awkward, makes it hard to move the way they're flush up against one another, but they make it work and it feels good, it feels right to be like this.
When Sousuke opens his eyes - not realising they'd been closed since before Makoto left briefly - he stares right into their reflection in the window, revealed in the darkness of a sliver between the curtains.
Add voyeurism to the list, a small voice in his brain tells him.
There is something about watching, just that small sliver of their darkened reflections that makes Sousuke feel something primal, something indescribable, and before he knows it, he's coming hard, eyes still glued to the sight in front of him.
Watching himself come undone like this, watching the way Makoto affect him and what he does to him enhances that primal feeling and Sousuke feels ready to burst but he doesn't know what exactly it is that makes him feet like this.
Then their eyes lock in the reflection in the window and Sousuke can somehow see that their eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. It's captivating, watching Makoto this way, the way he moves and the way Sousuke's own body moves with him.
The sight makes Makoto speed up his movements, Sousuke meeting him, and it doesn't take long before he is coming too, copying Sousuke from earlier by biting into the skin where his neck meets his good shoulder while still maintaining eye contact.
Fully spent, they sink down onto the mattress. They're warm and sticky, and it feels uncomfortable to still have Makoto buried inside him. Moving to get cleaned up is something neither has the energy to do, but at least Makoto pulls out so they can get comfortable.
They don't need to speak, just arrange themselves comfortably as they had when they laid down to take a nap not that long ago.
As they fall asleep, Makoto once again spooning Sousuke, despite being slightly shorter, the outro of Yuri! on Ice plays for the last time for that season.