Disclaimer: Oh yeah I totally own Free! yeah uh huh of course why else would I be writing fanfiction to fulfil my pathetic RinHaru fantasies of COURSE I own this series
...Rating has been upped for a reason.
"Move it!"
"No, you move it!"
"I'm not letting you win this!"
"I'm getting in first!" With a shove of his arm, Haru shouldered past Rin into the room, his chest heaving, "Give it up, Rin."
"Hmph." Rin trudged inside, cracking his neck. "Fine, I guess I'll give you that one." With startling quickness, he unrolled a futon and flopped on top of it backfirst, ignoring how his wet hair dampened the pillow.
The sky was darkening outside, the calm coolness of the air a stark contrast to the energy that had crackled between them as they raced from the hot springs all the way back to their room. Haru knew had been sucked in all too easily by Rin's challenge, and he didn't regret it a bit. Going to the chest of drawers in the corner, he whisked a towel off the top of it. "I'm going to take a bath."
Rin rolled his eyes but otherwise made other move until Haru passed his futon. "Oi, Haru."
"Hm?"
Rin propped himself up, gripped Haru's forearm and pulled him downward into a hard kiss. Haru's heart was pounding when he was released, and he moved back a few steps. Rin was wearing his familiar, slightly cocky smile. "That's all."
Haru considered his rival for a moment, before letting his towel fall and settling to his knees.
"Huh? What're you—ah!"
He pushed Rin backwards so the red-head toppled onto the futon, staring upward at Haru, who was hovering over him, his hands on either side of his shoulders. His eyes flitted about the other teenager's pale, smooth skin, sharp jawline and his beautiful red eyes, which were darkened with an unreadable emotion, before he closed the distance and kissed the breath right out of the both of them.
He felt rather than heard Rin's moan, which sent heat pooling in the pit of his stomach and lower down, and clearly felt shark-like teeth biting into his lip, which sent him lurching back in surprise. He only had seconds to look at the flushed, discomposed boy below him before Rin said, "T-take your damn bath, Haru," in a strangled voice, giving the raven-haired boy a small shove and planting his face into the pillow.
"How do you think Haru-chan and Rin-chan are going? Jeez, I really really wanna text Haru to see what's happening!"
Rei flipped over the page on his sports magazine. "I doubt either of them would appreciate it."
"Give them some space, Nagisa, it's barely been a day already."
"But Mako-chan, I'm dying of boredom! And a lot can happen in a day! Or an hour! Or a minute, or a second, or a millisecond—"
"Have some patience, Nagisa-kun," Rei admonished half-heartedly.
As per usual, Nagisa ignored his advice, but lately Rei had been getting a strange feeling about that. Nagisa was always hanging off him, arguing with him, but over the past few weeks he had been tending to skirt conversation—and any other kind of interaction—with Rei in favour of his seniors. What did I do wrong?
His only small consolation was that he had been informed that Nagisa's exclamation of Haru's beauty at the swim practice was just his suggestion on why Rin was so focused on Haru. But that shouldn't even be classified as consolation! What have I got to be consoled for?
Nagisa was sprawled over a wooden chair in such a way Rei was surprised he hadn't broken his back. "Mako-chan, I'm sleepy," he complained, yawning without covering his mouth.
"Ah, that's right! I should set up the guest room for you two. I didn't know you were going to follow me back to my place after we spent the night at yours!"
Where he goes, I follow, an undeniable attraction, like the moon pulls the tide.
"I'll help you, Makoto-senpai."
"You stay here, Rei, keep an eye on Nagisa. I'm fine by myself," Makoto assured him.
"Isn't Mako-chan great?" Nagisa enthused when Makoto left, twisted around even more on the chair. "He's really responsible and kind and thoughtful! He'd make a great husband!"
Rei's hands tightened into fists around the paper without him realising. "What did you just say?" he asked, his thoughts quickly becoming befuddled.
"And he's really sweet too…lucky for…" Nagisa's voice trailed off into incoherent muttering. Rei thought he caught the name 'Hana-chan,' before Nagisa started snoring, punctuated by light mumbles.
Nagisa-kun likes Makoto-senpai?! His mind was on overload. What's going on? Why does he keep ignoring me? Does he hate me? Why me?
He stayed in his tense position for a while, staring at the magazine without even reading it, hyper aware of Nagisa's faint sleep talk. Makoto eventually reappeared, about to announce the prepared guest room, but when he caught sight of Nagisa's splayed out form his decreased his voice dramatically. "There's only one bed in the room so I fixed up a futon. You want me to take him?" he added, pointing at Nagisa. Rei looked up, startled.
"N-no, I'll make sure he gets there alright," Rei stuttered.
"That's good! I'm headed off to bed, then. Goodnight, Rei!"
"Goodnight, Makoto-senpai!" As the sliding door to the living room closed, Rei sighed and snapped his magazine shut, studying Nagisa through narrowed eyes. How to best approach this situation...
He ended up staggering through the house with Nagisa awkwardly perched in his arms, and did his level best to put him down gently on the mattress and pull the blankets up to his chin. Cracking his knuckles, he stood up and surveyed his handiwork.
Nagisa's face was relaxed, his halo of blonde hair making him appear somewhat angelic. Analytical thinking fled Rei's brain, and all he could see was how Nagisa's lips were softly parted as they took slow breaths in, out, in, out...
"Rei-chan," Nagisa murmured sleepily, his eyelids cracking open. Rei started guiltily, and Nagisa said something he didn't catch. He bent down close to the smaller boy's head.
"Can you repeat that, Nagisa-kun?"
"I said, did you carry me here?"
Rei stuck out his chin. "Well of course I did, I couldn't just leave you on that chair." He tsked and started to stand, but then something happened that made his heart—against all logical reason—go haywire.
He felt a hand resting on his cheek, cupping his face, and saw Nagisa's tired smile. "Rei-chan…is…beautiful."
A lot can happen…in an hour…or a second…
"Did you drown in there, Haru? You've been in there for two hours, I swear."
Just let me enjoy the water.
"Do you want me to take a piss on your futon?"
Be quiet.
"Or maybe I'll just take a leak here. Right here. Outside the door."
"Go away, Rin."
"Right, I'm coming in."
The door—which lacked a lock—opened with a bang. Haru sunk into the bath so only his eyes were above water, which he used to observe the frustrated form of Rin Matsuoka.
"I need to piss," he informed Haru, and proceeded to unzip his jeans and do just that. Haru averted his eyes, staring across the bath to where his knees broke the surface of the water, and tried to ignore Rin's uncomfortable presence.
Losing himself in Rin was equal to, or possibly even more worth than losing himself to the feeling of the water. That was the thought that had struck him within the first hour of soaking in the bath. It was the thought that completely threw him off—he had always felt that under it all, water and swimming equalled happiness in a way nothing else could, but the explosive feeling in his chest when he was kissing Rin rivalled it. He knew the emotion itself wasn't new, however it was the first time he had actually acknowledged it and if Haru was honest, he would say he was a little scared.
Droplets of water being flicked onto his face startled him out of his reverie. Rin had washed his hands and was looking at him with a raised brow. "Western-style bathrooms are weird, but your habit of wearing a swimsuit into the bath is weirder."
Haru exhaled.
Rin gave a short laugh. "Unruffled as ever, I see."
Rin caught himself wearing a silly little smile as he exited the bathroom and hastily wiped it off his face, folding his legs under him and perching on the end of his futon. He didn't know what Seijuurou's cousins were thinking when they decided to create a small hot springs resort that mashed together Japanese and Western-style rooms. Just as odd as the Captain, I'd wager. Thinking of the Captain then made him think of Gou, and he frowned to himself.
He was wary of his little sister talking too much to a boy two years older than her. Who knew what tricks he would pull? Rin decided he'd keep a sharper eye out, when it hit him. Gou knew how protective he could be. She also had gotten them into the resort through Seijuurou, which meant she was in contact with him…Rin cursed when he realised how her slyness had gone straight over his head.
A clunking from the adjoining bathroom caught his attention. It sounded like Haru had dropped a bottle, or something. Rin smirked to himself. Idiot. He closed his eyes and let himself fall back onto the bed, pressing a finger to his still slightly-swollen lips. How the hell did he get so good at kissing?
The mere mental image of Haru kissing somebody else made jealousy surge up in his body. A word flashed into his mind, its possessiveness astounding him. Mine.
But then again, what were they really?
He had been utterly confused up to this day. He didn't know what had compelled him to kiss Haru in the first place (or was it the other way around?), and from then just thinking of him had made his blood boil in embarrassment. He couldn't bring himself to confront Haru, rather whenever he saw him he turned tail and fled in the opposite direction. Haru occupied his thoughts more and more, making him pricklier than usual whenever anybody tried to talk to him. He had started several fights in school over tiny things, and yelled at Nitori twice as much. A surge of guilt rose up in him. The boy was like a timid younger brother, and he had treated him like dirt.
The stress had also caused the nightmares to come back.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Forget that. It's in the past.
For a second he wondered how it would have turned out if he never left for Australia. If he stayed in Iwatobi and attended their school, without any misunderstandings or guilt or regrets. How would have he and Haru's relationship turned out? Would they be like this?
But what's 'like this'?
One thing was for sure, though. Ever since Haru had made his move in the hot springs, Rin knew he had fallen hard.
Why Haru, though?
Why the stoic raven-haired boy with whom he used to clash with at every turn? Why the boy who had always appeared to ignore his feelings and wouldn't immediately give him the closure he demanded? Why the beautiful swimmer, who connected with the water to the point he shut off the rest of reality, until Rin forced his way through?
'Because I have feelings for you.'
Rin chewed on his lip lightly. No way this could this be happening.
A door opened. "Doesn't that hurt?"
"Hnn?" He lifted his head to be greeted with the sight of a shirtless Haru, a towel on his head and loose-fitting pants. His eyes traced the other's chest, the lean, muscled torso, and subconsciously his tongue swiped across his bottom lip.
Haru looked away, staring at the wall determinedly. "Biting your lip with those teeth."
Rin shrugged. "I'm kind of used to it, I guess." Back in Australia he had shown his teeth as little as possible, especially when his baby teeth fell out and shark-like ones replaced them. The doctors said it was an anomaly and wanted to study him, but his mother managed to step in and they left Rin in peace. The same could not be said for his classmates.
When he had come back to Japan he had slowly become more comfortable with them, to the point where both smiled and snarled without restraint. Even so…
Haru tossed his towel onto a chair and came over, sitting next to Rin's laying-down form. He said nothing, scrutinising Rin with such intensity the red-head was forced to look away. "Are words so troublesome for you?"
Fingers grazing over his face had the breath catching in his throat. He forced himself to face Haru and was taken aback at the look of wonder that was cracking through the blank mask. The fingertips continued to trace lines on his face, delicately brushing away strands of hair, and Rin closed his eyes against the tremors deep within him. A hand cupped his face and a thumb swept over his cheekbone, then made its way down and pressed his lips.
His heart was pounding out of his chest and heat was already gathering in him. All it takes is a few touches? Rin scoffed at himself.
But he never knew Haru could be so gentle.
"Look at me," the other teen said.
"Are you a closet-romantic, Haru?" Rin teased, but complied. Haru's mask had cracked further and he was looking at him in a way that made tears inexplicably prick the corners of his eyes.
"Look at this." Haru pointed to his lip, which had a darker spot on it. "You bit me here."
"Oh," Rin said, startled. Shit, I should have known he would have minded. "Sorry."
"I'm not used to it. Yet."
Still with Haru's thumb resting on them, his lips curved into a smile bit by bit. "Is that an invitation?"
Haru didn't vocalise a response, opting to tilt his head slightly and strengthen his gaze until Rin felt like a deer in the headlights of a blinding blue hue.
"You're an idiot," he grunted, and pulled Haru down, rolling around so he straddled him, and delivered a bruising kiss.
Their rhythm grew wilder and more sloppy, the heat between them increasing despite the messiness. As their mouths moved against each other's, so did the rest of their bodies, and one long roll from Haru's hips had Rin reeling. "Ha-a-ru," he gasped between kisses. "You have…no…idea what…you're doing…to me."
Somewhere along the line he had lost his shirt and jacket, and now skin was against skin and Rin struggled not to cry out when Haru's fingers skimmed over his nipple. Sensing Haru knew the effect that had on him, he grasped his wrists and pinned his arms spread-eagled on the futon. "Not…just wait."
He left Haru's mouth and made his way down his neck, nibbling and rolling skin carefully between his teeth. Haru began squirming underneath him, sending more jolts to his groin. Rin latched onto the sensitive skin above his collarbone and began sucking and biting, desire rushing through his entire body when Haru choked, "Ri-i-n…nngh…Rin…"
Having Haru lose his composure, and have that kind of flushed look on his face made Rin harden even further. He accidentally bit down with more force, causing Haru to actually cry out and clap a hand to his neck. When his palm came away, it was dotted with blood.
"Shit, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Internally, Rin was yelling at himself for having fucked it up with his stupid teeth. He pressed his knuckle to the wound and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was only a small nick.
"I liked it."
"Wha—what?" Rin gaped at Haru's bright red face.
"I liked it," he repeated, his eyes turning an even darker shade of blue that made Rin gulp.
"…Oh."
Haru had obviously grown tired of having Rin stare at him wordlessly, because he moved his leg under him so it ground between his thighs. Rin felt his eyes widen and suddenly his lungs refused to work properly, huffing out, "Haa..."
Haru took advantage of Rin's pause to pull him in and suddenly Rin was pinned to the mattress by a warm, heavy weight. It felt like he was sinking.
"Haru," Rin whispered in between the kisses being placed on his eyelids. "You're being too soft. Where's your fire?"
He felt him pause and used it to give him a ferocious, open-mouthed kiss, holding him so tightly his nails raked his back. "I know that side of you," he whispered harshly. "Give it to me."
Haru stopped moving, so Rin wasn't prepared for his sudden thrust of his hips and let out an embarrassingly loud groan, his eyes tearing up slightly. His toes curled against the onslaught and his fingers dug a vice-like grip into Haru's back. Foreign and intoxicating feelings coursed through his veins, tingling his nerve endings and making him cry out without abandon when Haru's tongue found a nipple and swirled around started to suck on it while grinding his lower half into the sweaty body beneath him, reducing Rin to a writhing mess that could no longer formulate a coherent thought.
He felt fingers at the edge of his pants before they were pulled clean off him, his boxers soon following. "Haru, what're you gonna—nnngh!"
A hot and sweaty hand began to stroke his length, sending pure pleasure rocketing through his body. "Where the fuck did you—aah—learn to do this?"
"I'm a guy, too."
His hand kept moving, pumping up and down, Rin occasionally letting out a strangled cry. His body started to involuntarily thrust into Haru's touch, but Haru forced his hips down, leaning in for a quick kiss before regarding Rin's member. "I've never done this before, but I've heard about it," he said huskily, before bending down and closing his lips around Rin's erection. It was both burning and wet, sending Rin spiralling to new heights as Haru began to ruthlessly suck him off.
"Haru…haah…nnn…Haru!"
He had no idea how he had managed to hold on for this long and anyway, he could feel himself start to slip. His hands moved from clenching the bed sheets to entangling themselves in Haru's hair, roughly yanking him closer. Haru was doing something with his tongue—it was swirling and caressing and it pushed Rin right off the edge.
"I'm gonna…!"
Haru moved out of the way just in time. Rin let out a wordless cry when he came, all over the other teen's chest. Haru ignored it and kissed Rin roughly—as he did so, Rin felt something pressing against his thigh.
"You—you're still—" Without waiting he yanked down Haru's pants and found his member, already wet with precum, and only had to give him a few pumps before the older boy was spilling into his palm, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.
"Rin," Haru sighed, looking as exhausted as the other felt, and took him in his arms, burying his face in Rin's hair and taking a deep, shuddering breath.
They lay there, their limbs entangled, their breaths and heart rates eventually slowing down. The afterglow of the orgasm lingered around Rin, increasing his drowsiness. When he looked at Haru's face and saw the quietness of sleep settling on his features, the warm pressure in his chest increased to the point where it had nowhere to go but through tears that soaked into the pillow they shared.
He pressed his lips to the shorter boy's cheekbone, and murmured quietly, "You're beautiful, you know."
A/N: Ok first off, I'm sorry if that smut scene totally sucked (no pun intended oh God). I've never written smut before AND I NEVER PLANNED TO AND THEN THIS FIC HAPPENED? OH CHEESUS I'M SO EMBARRASSED DON'T TALK TO ME
...I hoped you enjoyed the chapter anyway?
I could never write them having sex like dude they just got friends that is moving a bit too fast for me
Please review and tell me your thoughts...urk...
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