Favourite Possession

A/N: I am so sorry for the long delay. I have been struggling so much even when I received such a wonderful idea from one of my readers! I decided to just let my mind wander and I finally came up with this, I hope you like it! (So sorry it has nothing to do with one of the boys writing a love song)

Haruka was glancing at himself in the bathroom mirror, if Rin were here, he would probably say that Haruka looked breath-taking. The problem was that Rin wasn't here and neither was Makoto. Haruka had stayed behind because some high-end magazine wanted an interview and a photo shoot with the lead singer. It didn't happen all that often that they only wanted Haruka but it still got on Haruka's nerves each and every time. He didn't like being alone and he would rather spend some free time with his lovers right now. They had four days off and the rest of the band decided to go back to Iwatobi for their mini-break. Haruka, Rin and Makoto lived in a villa now because Haruka's house had become too small and with Nagisa and Rei occupying the neighbouring villa, everything was much more convenient. It was their little piece of heaven that provided a small break from their usual hectic lives.

Haruka sighed deeply before walking out of the bathroom. His suitcases were still standing in the hotel room and it wasn't until he was almost ready to walk out of the door that he noticed he had an extra piece of luggage, a large piece that didn't belong to him.

"Oh fuck," he muttered, staring dumbly down at the black guitar case sitting beneath his two suitcases. Haruka prayed that the guitar didn't belong to Rin but the praying was futile because Haruka recognised that case from a mile away. He grabbed his phone and hit speed dial, praying that Rin hadn't switched his phone off for the drive back to Iwatobi.

"Hey, everything okay?" was Rin's greeting, after just one ring. Haruka figured that Makoto would be the one driving given that Rin was able to answer his phone.

"Yeah…well, no."

"No? What's wrong?" Rin asked, sounding tense. Haruka needed to remember how panicky Rin could get. The redhead hadn't always been like this but ever since he had a relationship Rin would often panic over even the littlest things.

"How far have you gotten?" Haruka asked, craning his neck to check the blinking digital clock that sat on the bedside table. Shit, Rin would be almost home.

"About half way…why?" Rin asked, not sounding any calmer.

"You left your guitar here," Haruka replied, irritated. He really didn't have time to deal with it.

"What? You're fucking kidding me!" Rin shouted, and Haruka had to hold the phone away from his ear slightly.

"I wish I was."

"How did that happen? Shit." Rin seemed to be as annoyed as Haruka was.

"I don't know, it's sitting right here, how could you not see it?" Haruka whined. Haruka knew perfectly well how Rin had forgotten his guitar. Rin was so busy sexing Makoto up that he couldn't wait to get home and that is how one of his most prized possessions was left behind, not that Rin would ever admit to any of it.

"I don't know, I- Shit," Rin swore. "I guess I obviously wasn't paying enough attention… you know with Makoto and everything."

"Oh," Haruka said, a slight grin appearing on his face. Then he remembered that he was supposed to be annoyed. "Well what are you going to do about it?"

"I can't do anything, Haru, it took forever just to get out of the city with the traffic, I can't come back. You're going to have to take it with you."

Haruka snapped his head up from the fingernail he'd been inspecting closely, catching his own look of outrage in the mirror opposite the bed. "What? I can't fucking take it with me, Rin. Don't be stupid." He sighed. "I'll have to see if I can leave it with hotel reception and then come back here to pick it up before I get on the plane."

"Uh-uh, no way. You're taking it with you, my guitar isn't going to be left with some random hotel receptionist, I want it with you the whole time." Rin was serious, Haruka could tell.

"What the hell are you so paranoid about? Nothing is going to happen to it," Haruka insisted. "Why should I have to lug the fucking thing around with me all day? It's not even mine!"

"The magazine is picking you up in a car, aren't they?"

"Yeah, so?" Haruka said with a frown. He checked the clock again, it was almost time for him to head downstairs.

"So it's easy enough for you to take it with you!" Rin nearly shouted. "It's not like you have to cart it onto the bus or something. Please, Haru…" Rin was resorting to begging now. "I promise, if you do this for me, you can have anything, anything when you get back."

"Anything?"

"I promise."

Haruka sighed. "Stupid guitar, you didn't even play it the whole night we were here." He scowled down at the black, unopened case.

"Yeah well, I was busy playing with other things, wasn't I?" Rin's voice had dropped a little, and Haruka felt his skin grow hot, he saw his scarlet red face staring back at him in the mirror and marvelled at how after all this time, Rin could still make him blush. "I only brought it up from the car because I'd planned on cleaning it," Rin added.

"Fine, I'll take it with me," Haruka said, and he could hear the sigh of relief coming through the ear piece. "But you definitely owe me."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry." Rin actually did sound guilty.

"Yeah, I wish you were still here though", Haruka replied, pouting to himself. Makoto had suggested to stay behind but it was Haruka who insisted they go home already and start to unwind because Haruka was going to end up coming home during the night and he didn't want Makoto and Rin to stay with him while they had nothing to do.

"Are you okay? We could come back, we could drive back together…" Rin trailed off.

"No, it's fine," Haruka said. "We've discussed it yesterday and you two can just relax already. Anyway, I'll be really busy all day and I'll be lucky if I can keep an eye on your guitar the whole time."

"Just be careful."

Haruka rolled his eyes as he paced his hotel room. "Don't worry, I'll make sure nothing happens to your precious baby."

There was a pause.

"Can you make sure nothing happens to my guitar either?"

Haruka stopped, his stomach dropping pleasantly as he got all flustered. "I…we'll be fine," he said finally, both the blush and the grin decorating his face again. "And you're going to pick me up from the airport tonight, right?"

"Of course," Rin murmured. "Just ring me before you get on the plane and I'll come get you."

"Good, okay. Well I better go, give Makoto a kiss from me," Haruka said, not really wanting to hang up. He missed his lovers like crazy when they weren't around.

"Yeah, alright. Call me if you get a chance today, okay? I'll pick up."

"I will," Haruka promised. After he hung up, he looked down at the guitar case again; it looked big, and heavy. He was already regretting giving in to Rin. However, he knew how much Rin clung to his guitar and Haruka would do anything to keep the guitar safe and sound because if something happened, Rin was going to murder someone…

Haruka was so grateful for professional stylists that he almost forgot his annoyance at having to drag the heavy guitar case around with him. Almost.

He usually didn't like anyone touching his face or his hair but today it felt rather relaxing after discovering that Mikoshiba would be the photographer. It was true that he was a famous photographer but that didn't make it any less annoying. After that one time that Rin gave Haruka the silent treatment the entire night, Haruka liked being around Mikoshiba less and less.

The photo shoot part of his day was nearly over when Sei spotted the black case sitting in the corner with the rest of Haruka's belongings.

"You don't play guitar, do you?" he asked curiously.

"No, it's Rin's," Haruka replied, shifting around uneasily. "He um, well he left it behind and asked me to bring it back to him."

"Have you ever held a guitar before?" he asked, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Haruka laughed. "Of course, I have them around me all day." He stopped laughing when Sei sauntered over to the case and began to open it.

"Oh! You should probably leave it, Rin's very anxious about anything happening to it," he told Sei, trying not to show that he thought he was very rude. Haruka never mentioned that he had only touched Makoto's guitar because Rin's was always off-limits to anyone except Makoto.

"Oh nonsense, nothing will happen to it," Sei murmured, lifting out one of Rin's treasures from its protective case. "These things are quite sturdy you know."

"Yeah, he's just…funny about his stuff," Haruka tried to say. As much as he ribbed Rin for how he treated his guitars, even Haruka was uncomfortable at the idea of this 'stranger' handling one of them; he'd have felt the same if Sei thought he could put his hands all over his microphone.

"Well, I'm sure he won't mind seeing it splashed across a magazine page, will he?" Sei said brightly. "He'd probably be proud!" Sei came closer to where he was sitting, and Haruka's eyes widened when he realised what he was implying.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said with a little laugh as Sei carefully placed it on his lap. Rin would probably rip Mikoshiba's hair out if he was here and he would do it for many different reasons. Rin would flip because Sei touched his guitar and then touched Haruka and those little flirty looks would drive Rin up the wall even more.

"Just a few shots." Sei winked at him and went back to his camera.

"Oh boy," Haruka muttered under his breath, running his finger over the strings hesitantly. Rin was going to kill him.

When he spotted the suspicious looking figure standing off to the side wearing dark sunglasses and a hoodie pulled firmly over his head, Haruka knew he was home. He grinned over his trolley as he pushed it towards Rin, who smiled back at him and shuffled forward.

"You can take this," Haruka said pointedly, hoisting the guitar case up and into Rin's arms. "I've seen enough of it for today."

"Aw come on," Rin said, laughing as he grabbed it properly. "It wasn't that bad."

Haruka just rolled his eyes and looked wistfully at the way Rin held the thing in his arms. He wanted to be that thing, but that would have to wait until they weren't in such a public place, then he'd get his proper hello.

"Let's go," Haruka said, wheeling his suitcase along and pretending not to notice the stares coming their way, more and more sets of eyes joining in, trying to see if it were two members of the hottest band in the world.

Being so late at night, the car park was close to deserted when they finally got out of the building, so Haruka had no trouble spotting Rin's big, shiny, black vehicle in the middle of it. Rin opened the rear door and slid both Haruka's bag and his guitar case in the seats behind his and Haruka's. As soon as they were both locked inside in the car, Haruka leaned across from his passenger seat and sighed as he felt Rin's arms crossing around his back.

"Hi," he said quietly, nosing into Rin's neck and hugging him tightly.

"Hello," Rin replied, kissing Haruka's ear and then his lips once Haruka lifted his head again. Haruka opened his mouth and hummed in satisfaction around Rin's probing tongue.

"Ready to go home?" Rin asked him, rubbing his nose against Haruka's softly.

"Definitely," Haruka replied with a nod. "I'm hungry, haven't had dinner yet."

"You want me to stop for some takeaway?" Rin asked as they both clicked their seatbelts into place.

"Nah."

"You don't? But you always want it!" Rin sounded amazed.

Haruka shrugged. "Tonight I want you to make me dinner." Rin looked at him. "You said anything!" Haruka reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah," Rin said, smiling a little. "I was kind of hoping you'd want something that required minimal effort."

Haruka laughed. "You just wanna gorge on some pizza."

Rin huffed. "Pizza tastes good."

"So does your cooking," Haruka said with a grin. He pulled his ipod out from his day bag and reached for the cord to plug it into Rin's stereo.

"What are you doing?" Rin asked, sounding alarmed.

"Well I'm not listening to your shit the whole way home," Haruka replied, as if it was obvious.

"Hey, my car, my music," Rin argued as he handed some coins over to the parking attendant through the window.

"You said anything."

"Oh cool, this is going to be a fun night," Rin said dryly, tapping the back of his head against his headrest.

Haruka laughed as he slipped his shoes off and swung his legs up so that he could tap his feet along the dashboard. "I'm not done yet. I'll think of more." He grinned happily at his lover as he bounced in his seat, laughing at the look on Rin's face.

"Yeah, I was gonna say," Rin said. "Dinner and shit pop music don't seem much when it comes to your demands."

"Was it worth it, Rinrin?" Haruka asked smugly as he turned the music volume up really loud. "Was it worth it just to make sure nothing happened to your guitar?" He had to yell the last part.

The redhead rolled his eyes but said nothing, letting Haruka jiggle and sing along to the music in the seat next to him.

They'd only been on the road for about ten minutes before Haruka started to get bored with listening to music and not talking. He turned the volume down and laughed at Rin's sigh of relief.

"Thank God, really," Rin muttered.

Haruka poked his tongue out at him even though Rin had his eyes on the road and didn't see.

"What are you going to make me?" Haruka asked.

"What do you want?"

"Lots of things," Haruka said, wriggling in his seat.

"I was talking about dinner," Rin teased.

"Who said I wasn't?" Haruka laughed. "You can make me…Miso soup."

"You passed up pizza for Miso Soup?" Rin asked incredulously.

"Your Miso soup," Haruka corrected him.

Rin sighed. "Okay, whatever you want."

Haruka glanced over to the seat behind him, spotting the black guitar case sitting there looking lonely. He remembered how he'd held the guitar earlier that day, the thrill he'd felt when he'd touched it, knowing how much Rin loved it. He unclicked his seatbelt and reached over the back.

"What are you doing?" Rin demanded. "Haru, put your seatbelt back on!"

"Oh don't be such a worry wart," Haruka scoffed. "I'm just getting something." He undid the clasps of the case and carefully removed the guitar, its second outing for the day. He pulled it into the front and held it on his lap. "I want to know, why this thing is so important that you made me take it with me today."

Rin glanced over at him and Haruka expected to be told off. "It's one of my favourites," Rin said, and just shrugged before turning back to look at the road again.

"I'm touching it," Haruka said, frowning.

"Yeah I can see that," Rin muttered. "It suits you."

"Really?"

"Mmhm."

"Rin, I should tell you something…"

Rin turned his eyes back to Haruka quickly. "Did you break it?"

"Of course not!" Haruka snapped. "I just…this isn't the first time I've taken this out today." He bit his lip fearfully.

Rin frowned. "What do you mean? What did you do – take it out on a date or something?" He smirked at his own joke.

"Oh yeah," Haruka said sarcastically. "I took it to lunch, to the movies, gave it a blow job…"

"No see, I think you have it confused with me, last night," Rin replied, grinning.

"Oh yeah…" Haruka said, tapping his chin as if he was just remembering. "Well anyway, there are going to be some photos from the shoot today with me holding it."

"Really?" Rin's eyebrows went up in surprise.

"Yeah, the photographer made me…you're not mad?" Haruka was very surprised given that he had never been allowed to touch it before let alone hold it. Haruka wondered why Rin suddenly had a change of heart but Haruka figured that Makoto was probably responsible.

"No, I told you, I think it suits you. You look hot with it," Rin replied.

"Oh, you think this is hot?" Haruka held the guitar close to his body, grinning at the redhead

Rin glanced over and smiled. "Very. And very distracting too," he pointed out.

Haruka licked his lips. "I know what I want."

"For dinner? I thought we'd decided on Miso soup?"

"No I mean, I know what I want as payback for babysitting Mr Gibson," Haruka said impatiently.

"I don't call it that," Rin said flatly.

"But I do," Haruka said. "Me and this guitar go way back to this morning, we got pet names."

"And yours is?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Haruka said cheekily.

"I would actually," Rin murmured, smiling at the road ahead.

"I want you to fuck me," Haruka said, sliding the guitar back and resting it on the floor against the back seat.

Rin snorted. "I was going to do that anyway."

"In your car."

"No," Rin said firmly. "How many times do I have to tell you? No."

"That's not fair!" Haruka yelled. "You said anything and that's what I want." He stomped his foot down on the floor in front of him.

"Anything but that," Rin said, not sounding as though he'd budge.

"But Rin," Haruka whined. He had been trying to get Rin to do it in the car from the moment Rin was given the keys, and for the life of him he didn't get why the redhead wouldn't want to. Haruka had been fantasising about it ever since he'd heard Rin was getting it, and then…nothing. Haruka was actually offended; what guy wouldn't want to nail their lover in the back seat of their first car? It just wasn't normal. He'd told Rin all of this, many times.

"No, Haru, I told you, I don't want our fucking stuff all over the car, messing it up." Rin seemed to shudder a little and it just angered Haruka more.

"Oh it doesn't have to get all over it," he insisted. "We can be careful."

"Haru," Rin snorted. "You know what we're like when we…get into it."

Haruka smirked. "So we might get a little jizz on your car – it's hardly a calamity, and…this is my ass we're talking about, you know, the thing you can't resist? Don't you want to get in me, Rinrin?"

"We have a big bed at home, I can get into you just fine there," Rin murmured. "Besides, Makoto is waiting for us, he's been worried about you all day."

Haruka squirmed in his seat, squeezing his hardening length between his legs. Rin wasn't making it any better. "It's in the car or not at all," Haruka said loudly. Even though Haruka longed for both his lovers, he really wanted Rin right now!

"Hey now, let's not be hasty," Rin said quickly.

"I wanna go down on you," Haruka said suddenly. "You could at least let me do that in here."

"I don't know…"

"Oh come on, please?" Haruka begged, shuffling closer to Rin to whisper in his ear. "I could put the whole thing in my mouth."

He saw Rin's hands tighten on the steering wheel. "Do you mean that?" he breathed.

"You know I do," Haruka replied, getting excited. If he could get Rin to agree to that, the rest would be a piece of cake. "Come on, let's go to that place where Makoto always takes us to look at the stars

"There might be other people there," Rin pointed out.

"I doubt it, it's not even the weekend," Haruka argued. "And who cares? It's dark and we've got tinted windows in the back."

Rin sighed. "Okay." Haruka could swear that he saw a tiny smile on the redhead's face.

Haruka moved back over to his own seat and began tugging his jacket off.

"What are you doing?" Rin asked curiously.

"Getting naked," Haruka replied.

"Last time I checked, you didn't need to take your clothes off for it…"

"I want to be naked," Haruka said curtly. "You got a problem with that?"

"Not at all," Rin said with a smirk.

By the time Rin had parked them in a secluded spot up on the hill, Haruka had not a stitch of clothing on and was clambering eagerly over into the back. Rin tried to climb over too, but Haruka stopped him. He held Rin's guitar across the space between the two front seats, forming a barrier.

"Only naked people are allowed in the back," Haruka said, grinning.

"Ugh." Rin rolled his eyes, Haruka could see it even in the dark, but began to undress obediently.

While he waited, Haruka held Rin's Gibson against the front of his body, rubbing it up and down slowly, it felt delicious against his skin; the back of it was smooth and sleek.

"Fuck, are you rubbing your dick on it?" Rin groaned, hurriedly working at his belt buckle as he watched Haruka, his eyes nearly black.

Haruka nodded, licking his lips once. "I'm gonna keep doing it until you give me something else to rub all over."

"Fuck," Rin repeated. He managed to twist and kick his pants and underwear off, leaving him just as bare as Haruka. "Okay, move over." He climbed into the back and took the guitar from Haruka's hands and glared at it. "You're more trouble than you're worth today, sweetheart," he said to it, giving it a tiny kiss before propping it up in the seat beside Haruka's suitcase.

Haruka laughed, pulling Rin towards him for a kiss, dragging him all the way to the back of Rin's car where the bench seat was. He moaned into his lover's mouth and squirmed delightedly as Rin's hands appeared just beneath his arms and slid slowly down his sides to his waist, tickling him. He pushed Rin back until he was sprawled over the seat, and slid down to his knees on the carpeted floor.

"Ready for me?" Rin asked lowly, looking right at him with lowered lids as he stroked himself leisurely.

Haruka hummed and kissed his way up Rin's thigh, creeping his hand between Rin's leg and lightly grazing his fingernails over the redhead's knees. He felt something hard and hot tapping his face, and he looked up to Rin's grinning face, Rin was nudging him with his cock.

"Impatient," Haruka muttered, but flicked his tongue out to taste the glistening tip all the same.

Rin moaned, a light chuckle getting caught up with it. "You can talk."

But Haruka didn't want to talk, he had other plans for his mouth. Sucking just the end of Rin between his lips, he flattened his tongue against the tip and slid it over the slit, wetting it with his saliva.

"Ohhhh." Rin kicked out with his foot and Haruka heard the twang as Rin's toes collided with the guitar behind Haruka's back.

Haruka laughed with his mouth full, expecting Rin to freak out over it but Rin just pushed his hips up and groaned even louder. Haruka could taste pre-come on his tongue and quickly licked it up, savouring the taste of the redhead. His own cock was painfully hard between his legs, and he reached down to play with it a little. He needed to get Rin primed quickly so that he could get what he wanted.

"Ah!" Rin hissed as Haruka sucked on him forcefully, and slowly slid his lips down, relaxing his throat so that he could take all of Rin in, as he'd promised. "Yeah, oh God…"

Haruka smiled around the hardness in his mouth and slowly took more in, twisting his neck when he felt Rin's cock bumping the back of his throat. He could feel Rin's hands in his hair, moving through it quickly.

"Just a little more Haru," Rin wheezed. "You can do it."

Haruka opened his eyes and looked up at Rin, his belly swirling at the intense way Rin was staring down at him, his mouth open slightly. He hummed and sucked greedily, as he buried his face in Rin's groin, his lips moving over the base of his lover's length.

"Oh fuck yes, yeah…" Rin's thighs were quivering where Haruka's hands had fanned out over them, gripping tightly.

Haruka suckled until he knew that it would be too much; he knew that he could just keep sucking; he loved feeling Rin pulsing in his mouth, the twitching right before he came, but it wasn't what he wanted right now. Carefully he eased back until his mouth was empty, and Rin was shaking and panting in front of him.

"Haru," he whined.

Haruka licked his lips and worked his jaw around a little, trying to get the feeling back in his mouth.

"You do realise we're gonna do it, right?" he said, smiling up at the redhead.

Rin sighed. "I'd kind of figured," he mumbled. "You always get what you want."

Laughing, Haruka turned around and crawled towards the front, wiggling his behind at Rin.

"Mmm, nice," Rin commented appreciatively as Haruka bent down over the passenger seat to get to his bag. He fished around until he found his all - important lube, clicking his tongue in satisfaction.

"Needed this," he said, tossing the tube at Rin as he made his way back to him.

Rin sighed again and pulled Haruka into his lap, kissing his nose affectionately before uncapping the lube and squeezing some onto his fingers. Haruka kneeled either side of Rin's thighs, sitting up so that Rin could snake his hand between Haruka's legs. Haruka gasped at the sudden cold as lube was smeared over his entrance, but moaned when Rin twisted a finger in gently.

"You're so hot," Rin breathed, pushing his finger in and swiping his tongue across Haruka's collarbone.

Haruka arched his back and screwed himself down on Rin's finger, mewling softly. "More," he pleaded, rocking back and forth over Rin's lap.

Rin moved his mouth over Haruka's chest to run his tongue around Haruka's nipple as he eased another finger in, pushing it right up to brush Haruka's spot. Haruka moaned, yanking Rin's head back to kiss him fiercely as he thrust down on the fingers invading him. His hands felt around for the lubricant and he gasped as he sat back, Rin's fingers angled differently over his prostate. Lube in his hand, he shakily squeezed a dollop into his palm and stroked Rin's cock from the tip all the way down to the base, smearing the stuff all over him.

Without a word, Haruka reached back and gently pulled on Rin's hand, hissing as the fingers dragged out of him. He caught Rin sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip as Haruka balanced over him and he smiled to himself; Rin wanted it just as bad as he did.

Rin held him by the hips as he slid forward, feeling the wet bluntness grazing over him until finally Haruka had it positioned right where he wanted it. Rin grabbed his cock and kept it steady as Haruka wriggled around, trying to get it in. He managed to push down on the tip, and once it was in, he slid down smoothly, feeling himself stretch fully.

Watching the redhead's face as he sank all the way down was pleasure enough, but Haruka had the added bonus of feeling Rin inside him, pressing firmly against his prostate as he slid over Rin's cock.

"Ahhh yes," Rin hissed, pulling Haruka towards him and capturing his lips in a kiss.

Haruka happily let Rin suck his tongue as he rocked slowly, riding Rin gently. He was surprised that his thigh muscles weren't huge by now, the amount of time he spent raising and lowering himself over either Rin's or Makoto's lap was starting to get impressive.

"This isn't going to work," Rin panted, his hands on Haruka's hips again, moving him steadily. "I need to fuck you."

Haruka's belly swirled hard. "Do it," he replied. With a squeak, he was lifted up and off Rin's lap, left feeling empty. He quickly shuffled around as Rin guided him to face the opposite direction. He clung to the headrest of the seat in front of him, his chin resting on top of it and legs splayed out behind him, his knees digging into the seat either side of where Rin had sat up to crouch behind him.

He closed his eyes as he felt Rin nudging into him again, a shiver of anticipation making him squirm a little. He was handing total control over to Rin and he loved it.

"Oh yeah," Rin groaned. "That's better." He was pushed all the way in, thrusting his hips forward a few times, making Haruka cry out.

Haruka's cock was rubbing up against the back of the seat and he smirked to himself, picturing Rin's reaction if he found out. The smirk was soon knocked out of him though when Rin snapped his hips back and then rammed him, taking his breath away.

"Oh God," Haruka moaned, half laughing. "See? It's good in the car."

Rin's mouth appeared from behind, attaching itself to Haruka's neck and moaning into his skin as Rin fucked him steadily.

"I dunno," Rin pulled his mouth off to gasp out. "You're just as tight at home." He squeezed Haruka's hips firmly and thrust into him hard.

Haruka could hardly breathe as he spoke. "But in the car is so naughty."

Rin wheezed out a small laugh. "Haru, to the people, I'm only in a relationship with Makoto – how much naughtier do you want me to get?"

Haruka grinned. "You don't want me to answer that."

Rin groaned and sped up his movements, his heavy grunts right in Haruka's ear as he thrust.

"You're so good," he gritted out. "Fuck, so good."

"Mmm," Haruka responded, doing his best to squeeze around the redhead's cock. He was rewarded with a sudden change in angle, Rin had pulled back and was banging hard into his spot. Haruka gasped as his legs began to shake; he was having trouble keeping himself up and he clung to the seat harder.

He could feel his cock weeping and did his best to keep it away from the back of the seat, but he was sure he'd probably messed it up a little. Just as he was trying to figure out how he could get his hand down there to touch himself without toppling over, a warm, moist hand slid down from his hip and grasped him firmly.

Gasping, he slammed back against boyfriend and heard Rin's surprised grunt.

"Rin," he said, panicking a little when he felt the familiar tingling in his belly and groin, the delicious sensation brought on by being stimulated perfectly both inside and out by Rin. "Rin I'm gonna come."

"Yeah," Rin sighed, pumping him quickly.

'No, Rin," Haruka squeaked, his vision becoming a little blurry as his eyelids began to drop. "I'll get it all over the seat."

"Ugh," Rin grunted, not stopping. "Grab my t-shirt, come on that."

"I can't," Haruka whined, his pulse racing. "It's all the way up the front. You could stop…"

Rin made a muffled sound of protest, shaking his head with his face in Haruka's shoulder. Haruka grinned dopily; Rin always got so into it. Haruka blinked and spotted something shiny in front of him - the top of Rin's guitar. It was within reach.

"I could come on your Gibson," Haruka panted. "Easier to clean."

"No, not that," Rin moaned. His hand was working fast on Haruka's length as he drove into him from behind.

"Well what then?" Haruka cried. "You have to choose. Which is your favourite?"

Rin groaned long and loud. "Fuck, Haru. You, you're my favourite," he breathed. "Come wherever you want."

Haruka gasped, feeling his entire body tighten up. Trusting that Rin would hold him, he plunged both his hands down in front of him, his chin still on the headrest, and felt the hot wetness hit his skin, spraying his hands with his release. He cried out loudly and clamped down on Rin, feeling him still moving frantically inside.

He moved Rin's hand off him, he was completely done. Rin held him tight with both hands and with three, short sharp jabs he was biting Haruka's shoulder and shuddering behind him, emptying himself inside Haruka.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, finally pulling out of him, sliding his legs down until he was sitting properly on the seat. Haruka felt himself being pulled back until he was on Rin's lap, his back to his lover's chest with Rin's arms around him. "So where did you come?" Rin panted.

Haruka smiled and held up his hands for Rin to see. "You said I was your favourite," he managed to get out, his chest still heaving.

Rin grinned. "You could have come anywhere, I wouldn't have cared." He nuzzled into Haruka's neck and kissed him there.

"Oh," Haruka breathed, a pleasant flutter in his belly. Squinting, he leaned forward and inspected the back of the car seat closely. "I think…a little bit got on there." He opened his mouth and ran his tongue across the shiny wet patch he could just make out in the darkness. He turned back to Rin, who was watching him, his mouth open.

"I'm taking you home and fucking you," Rin said bluntly.

Haruka bit his lip and grinned, clambering off Rin's lap to make his way back to the front of the car, with the redhead close behind.

He never did get his Miso soup but Haruka didn't care about that. His hunger was satisfied by the feeling of making love to both of his lovers…

"Oh hey Haru, this came for you," Rin mumbled, his mouth full of whatever he was eating for breakfast. He handed something over his shoulder to Haruka, a large courier envelope.

"Cool!" Haruka said excitedly. "These will be the photos from the magazine." He tore open the end.

Rin turned around then, suddenly more interested. "You mean the ones with you and my guitar?"

"Yeah," Haruka replied, sliding the glossy prints out.

Rin got up to look over his shoulder as he began to go through them. "Wow, there are a lot."

"They won't all go in the magazine," Haruka explained.

"These look really good," Rin murmured, rubbing his nose in Haruka's hair.

Haruka came to one of the photos where he had the Gibson, and Rin immediately snatched it from his hands.

"I'm keeping it," he declared.

Haruka laughed. "Fine, you can have it, though you know you can have the real thing any time."

Rin wasn't paying attention to him though, he'd spotted the last photo and gasped. "Jesus, Haru! What the hell?"

Haruka looked down at the photo in his hands, of him sprawled back on the bed with his legs spread. "Oh yeah, I know. Those tight washed-off jeans were not a good idea. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Who cares about the jeans?!" Rin wailed, jabbing his finger at the picture. "Look at the way you're sitting! Your legs are all spread and it looks- it looks- people will see it!"

Calm down," Haruka said, blushing slightly. He hadn't thought it looked that bad, but he gulped when he looked down at it again. It did kind of look a little provocative.

"Well, all I'll say is that they better not put that one in their damn magazine," Rin said grouchily.

"Um." Haruka looked away. He'd seen the mock up for the magazine the day before; he knew exactly where that photo was going. "I don't think they're putting it in the magazine…"

You're giving me everything and more. No more colours to complete, you're half the painting that is me. Baby, we're a masterpiece…

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter after such a long time of no-updates. As I said before I had tons of troubles writing out that nice idea but I will eventually! (please don't kill me ;) )

Lots of love!