A/N: This chapter is pretty NSFW. Hope you enjoy.
Chatter rippled through the crowd, who were all on the edge of their seats. They were nervous without any real reason to be nervous. It was the kind of nervous feeling you get on behalf of other people. Rin readjusted his tie for the nineteenth time that morning, clearing his throat as his eyes darting around, trying to spot that familiar mop of silver hair. When they'd first met, Nitori had been a runt, skinny and short and easily lost in a crowd. But over the years, he'd experienced a nice growth spurt so now, much to Rin's dismay, he was even taller than the older boy.
The speeches began. Rin only half-listened as his old teachers rambled about the same things they always did. How much pride they had in the school and in the students. How far the students had come, especially having to step up to the mark in their final year. All the usual inspirational garbage teachers regurgitated at graduation ceremonies. Finally, they began to read names out, in alphabetical order. Absent-mindedly, Rin's fists clenched in his lap, his nails biting into his palms. His entire body was tense as he waited in anticipation for Nitori's name to be called.
At long last, Nitori appeared on stage, smiling nervously. His formal uniform had been freshly pressed that morning, and he held his graduation certificate out for the camera to see. Catching his eye, Rin grinned widely, making a point to clap louder than everyone else combined. For all the fretting that Nitori had done about his final exams, for all the hair pulling and sleepless nights, he'd done incredibly well. He'd beaten Rin's marks by far, and Rin was unbelievably proud of his genius boyfriend.
"I thought I was going to make an idiot of myself," Nitori breathed a while later, strapped into the passenger seat of Rin's car. Admittedly, Rin's full focus should have been on the road, but he spared a quick glance at the other boy, taking in his relaxed features and lazy smile. There was a confident air surrounding Nitori that hadn't always been there, and it had taken time for him to grow into it. But now, with his hard jaw line and determined eyes, Nitori looked like he was ready to start living in the real world.
Flicking the indicator off as he gently turned the steering wheel, Rin exited a neat turn off the highway, taking a different exit from usual and headed in a completely different direction. Raising his eyebrows, Nitori gave Rin a sidelong glance. "We're not going home?" he asked curiously. In the few years since he'd finished high school, Rin had moved to the next town over to study Health Sciences at university.
"Nope," Rin replied, popping the 'p' sound. He wasn't going to elaborate any more than that, taking great pleasure in the element of surprise. His foot easing off the accelerator, Rin hastily slowed down the match the speed limit, knowing there was a speed camera coming up. When Nitori was in the car with him, he was sort of well known for speeding a little bit. Overtaking cars as he went, Rin smiled to himself, wondering whether or not Nitori would guess where they were going before they got there. The road signs would probably start giving clues away soon.
"No way!" Nitori exclaimed, leaning in his seat so his forehead nearly pressed against the glass of his window. His mouth was wide with surprise as the signs leapt out at him, finally giving their destination away. "So this is why you told me to pack clothes," he assumed, chuckling lightly.
Buildings started to shoot up around them, piercing the expanse of blue and white patchy sky. Rin thought it would be nice for them to go to Tokyo for the weekend, to celebrate Nitori's graduation, and it was (just barely) within reasonable driving distance. Surrounded by pillars of concrete, innovation and mirrored glass in every direction, Nitori stared out the window in awe. The city was so alive with motion. RIn had booked them a fancy room at some fancy hotel in the middle of the city, and he was looking forward to doing something different, surrounded by culture and life rather than being holed up in his dorm room surrounded by textbooks.
By the time they finally found their hotel, the sun was setting, splashing the skyscrapers with pinks and purples as they reflected the mood of the lazy sky. Dinner was in the restaurant attached to their hotel, with beautiful looking and incredible tasting food. Nitori was blown away. So far in his life they best cooking he'd ever tasted was at the local Italian restaurant, but this was far superior. Rin was really spoiling him today, and he blushed as he realised it, meeting Rin's eyes over the bouquet of flowers placed in the centre of their table. A stout candle was blazing between them, glowing softly in Rin's maroon eyes.
"What's on your mind?" Rin asked, his voice as smooth as ever. He sipped at his wine, which was a shockingly similar colour to his hair. They had both dressed up even nicer than they had for the graduation ceremony, both wearing nicely tailored suits in hues that accentuated their most attractive points. The boys had vastly different strengths in their looks – Rin had a refined and well sculpted facial structure and Nitori had his startlingly intense eyes and fine, still slightly boyish features. Together they made an attractive pair.
Nitori shook his head and just smiled. His mind was working in overdrive and it was hard to sift through his thoughts. He didn't think any of it was worth mentioning; he just wanted to enjoy the light atmosphere and their beautiful dinner, gazing into the eyes of his beautiful boyfriend. Rin had really pulled out all the stops for him.
Returning to their room was a little more difficult than anticipated. Without realising it, they'd accidentally been drinking competitively, and they found themselves stumbling a little bit on their way back to the elevator. Nitori couldn't contain his giggling as Rin fumbled with the button for their floor. His mind was fuzzier than before, no longer running in wild circles, but one particular thought kept coming to mind. They were sharing a hotel room. Nitori knew what happened in hotel rooms.
It wasn't as if they'd never had sex before. They'd had sex plenty of times before. But as Rin's mouth clumsily clashed against Nitori's, his hands awkwardly hanging down by his sides, it felt more like their first time again. Nitori tried to loop his arms around Rin's neck, to pull him closer, hold him tighter and deepen their kiss. But he misjudged the distance between them and ended up hitting Rin in the side of the head. Their bodied rocked together as they both burst out laughing, coming to the slow realisation that they were definitely drunker than they thought.
Ruffling Nitori's hair, Rin planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek, murmuring something slurred about how he didn't want to throw up on him and they'd pick up where they left off tomorrow night. Unable to hide his disappointment, Nitori couldn't even find the motivation to undress properly, simply loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt slightly before flopping onto the bed. His body was heavy and he was unbearably sleepy, mixed with dying arousal. He was asleep within seconds, his dreams barely enough to satisfy him but just enough for him to hold out until the next night.
It was mid-morning when they finally woke up. Opening his blurry, heavy eyes, Rin realised they'd fallen asleep in the most haphazard positions, coming dangerously close to punching each other in the face in their sleep. After showering (disappointingly, separately) they got ready to hit the town. Everything was just as alive as it had been yesterday afternoon. Rin let Nitori lead the way, and they ended up traipsing through literally about a hundred different stores. The city just had so much more to offer compared to the sleepy towns they were used to.
They had finally worn themselves out by the evening. Rin didn't exactly have the money left to buy as expensive a dinner as what they'd had last night – and he absolutely refused to let Nitori pay for anything – so they grabbed something cheap on the way back to their hotel. Finally, they were alone again and significantly more sober than the last time.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, they both looked at each other for a long moment. Nitori didn't know why it felt so awkward all of a sudden. He'd tried to push last night's fiasco from his mind, and he focussed only on Rin's smouldering eyes now, watching the older boy lick his lips seductively. Without warning, as it often was, Rin leant forward and closed the small distance between them, and this time their lips meet with more precision than the last.
Rin's hand rose automatically to cup Nitori's soft cheek, treating him as if he was a precious treasure. Nitori's lips parted, inviting Rin's tongue into his mouth and he quivered slightly in anticipation. There was no need for any elaborate foreplay tonight; they were both pretty fired up from yesterday. Deftly with a practiced ease, they stripped down, their eyes lapping up each others' fit bodies. Both of them were in incredibly good shape, with toned arms and obviously strong abdominals. Nitori let his hands wander with his eyes closed, though he knew Rin would be watching him the entire time, breathing in each his familiar scent and feeling his heart racing beneath his bare skin.
A soft moan left Rin's lips as Nitori gently, very lightly, almost teasingly stroked his member with his fingertips. He was so familiar with Rin's body by now that he knew exactly what to do to make him react in the way he wanted. Biting Rin's neck, Nitori applied a little more pressure, feeling Rin start to stiffen in his hold. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts with Nitori had skilfully scattered, Rin began to play with the head of Nitori's cock with his thumb, smirking dangerously as Nitori's gaze flickered up to meet his. Touching each other sent electricity shooting through their veins, heightening their senses and increasing the pleasure as they watched each others' erotic expressions, both trying desperately to suppress their moaning.
Nitori's body was aching with lust, his teeth scraping across Rin's collarbone. He could feel himself pulsating and he desperately wanted to feel Rin inside him. He brought the hand that wasn't working Rin's dick to his mouth and wet his fingers, avoiding Rin's intent gaze as he began to loosen up his own ass. It wasn't the first time he'd done it, but he usually preferred it to be Rin. His own fingers felt too stiff and too cold and it was harder to force himself to relax. Almost as if he could read Nitori's mind, Rin's free hand closed around his wrist, pulling his fingers out abruptly. Nitori's eyes snapped open and he glanced down in time to see Rin's fingers replacing his own, moving at a more professional pace and slowly stretching him out.
Rin kissed his way along Nitori's shoulder, up his neck and to his ear, where he preceded to whisper dirty things, feeling Nitori's dick twitching in his left hand, and his ass loosening in his right. He was almost too good at this, so good that Nitori had forgotten to keep his own movements up. With a little bit of irritation, Rin began to slowly rock his hips, grinding his body against Nitori until he was ready to be entered.
Smelling strongly of sweat, with dishevelled hair and shameless expressions, the boys locked eyes with each other. They didn't even have to say "I love you," they both knew it so well.
Rin removed his fingers from Nitori and positioned his cock at his entrance, shuddering at Nitori's little gasp as he penetrated him, slowly pushing in as far as he could go. Nitori was still a little tight, and Rin was sure it probably stung a little, but as usual it would get better. With his chest heaving, Rin starting moving, pushing against Nitori's walls and aiming to hit his sweet spot. A little cry escaped Nitori, when Rin suddenly remembered to grab hold of his dick. He was stroking him firmly in time with his thrusting and Nitori tried to buck his hips to help Rin get the angle right. It wasn't rocket science, and they soon worked out a perfect rhythm, the only sounds in the room being the slapping of bare skin against bare skin and their ragged breathing as they grew nearer and nearer to climaxing.
Rin knew exactly when Nitori was getting close to his limit, because his movements became more erratic and his breathing more shallow. He quickened his own pace to keep up, rubbing Nitori's cock almost furiously. So much friction passed between them, it was a wonder the bed sheets didn't catch fire. With a violent shudder and a strangled cry, Nitori's cock exploded, spurting semen all over Rin's hand and stomach. Almost in the same instant, Rin came inside him. For the both of them, the world blacked out and they felt nothing but the pure wave of ecstasy that washed over them. It was a beautiful thing, coming together like that. Their bodies were almost merged as one.
Tangled in a sweaty embrace and still trying to catch their breath, Rin and Nitori agreed that they felt satisfied now. Nitori nuzzled into Rin, trying not to giggle like a school girl. His whole body was tingling and he fervently wished they didn't have to go home tomorrow. He wanted to steal Rin away from the world and keep him for himself. At least he knew Rin's eyes would never be on anyone but him, and that was enough.