These were not the post coital morning after cuddles Rin had been envisioning.

In fact, there weren't even any cuddles involved.

"Riiin, wake up," he hears Haru whine, an almost petulant tone to his voice, for at least the third time. He's been trying to ignore him.

"Go back to sleep, Haru," he says, cracking one eye open and reaching out for Haru, who's kneeling over him. "Did you not hear the wind earlier on? I've hardly slept –"

"But Rin."

He sounds so desperate, Rin can't help but be concerned. He's probably not getting back to sleep anytime soon either, not with the effect Haru's weight is having over his crotch. "What's wrong?" he asks, grittier than intended, but he can tell by the light filtering into the room that it's not even 8am yet. He rests his hands on Haru's thighs, only slightly surprised to find polyester instead of skin, and can't help but roll his eyes.

This fucking kid.

"The pool is…" his voice wavers. "Well, you'll have to come and see."

"Don't make me get up," Rin whines, even as he pulls himself forward and rests his head against Haru's chest, wrapping his arms around him. Something in the back of his mind tells him that if it's something to do with the pool and Haru isn't in the pool – doesn't even seem to be wet – it's probably at least a little bit important. "Can you at least pass me the water?"

Haru reaches past him, picking up the bottle on the bedside table while Rin yawns. He takes a large gulp, watched intently by Haru, who seems desperate to hurry him along whilst irritating him as little as possible. Considerate, given the circumstances.

"I think I deserve a kiss as well, getting up for you," he says, probably cheeky and probably pushing Haru's patience, but he gets a quick closed mouth peck for his efforts. "Alright, I'm awake."

No sooner are the words out of his mouth than Haru is out of his lap and heading towards the balcony doors. He follows, grabbing his robe of the back of his chair that sits at what some people would call a vanity. Rin likes to refer to it as his Rock Star Grooming Station. There's a chilly breeze when Haru opens the doors, the after effects of the storm a little way off towards the coast that had caused god awful gusts of wind to rattle his windows still lingering.

"Look!" Haru says, grabbing Rin's hand and pointing out towards the pool.

He'd be more inclined to appreciate the affection if he wasn't having the air ripped out of him by the sight he sees before him.

"Where are your pool nets? I can't swim in that," Haru sounds almost angry.

But it's such a beautiful thing.

The pool is full of cherry blossoms.

"That's amazing," Rin sighs, wistfully. He can see Haru's cocked eyebrow from his peripheral vision.

He doesn't even have a cherry blossom tree out back, these must have been carrier from a neighbouring house or pathway, but there's not even any in sight from where he stands.

"I love cherry blossoms," Rin finally explains.

Haru refrains from making a "sap" comment, but at least it explains the pink soap in all of the bathrooms. It's all well and good, but Haru wants to swim.

"Rin," he demands, with just the single word.

Rin squeezes his hand. "Just swim in the cherry blossoms, Haru."

Is this guy nuts?

"I'd swim in the cherry blossoms," Rin continues.

Well that changes things, doesn't it? "Swim with me, then."

Rin looks torn. "It's still pretty cold though… and with this wind…"

"Just a few minutes?"

"Urgh, fine, the things I do for you," Rin relents, and Haru is pulled closer and backed up against the railing as Rin initiates a kiss. Haru lets him have his fill – it's holding up his swimming, but Rin is smiling against his lips, and he likes that.

He's a little perturbed, to say the least, when he follows Rin down stairs and out through the sunroom to the pool that Rin hasn't bothered to stop and pick up his swimsuit.

"You're skinny dipping?" he asks.

"It's my pool, I can skinny dip if I want. It's not like anyone can see in… unless someone's climbing the burglar tree, but the only one idiot enough to do that is standing right here," he teases, and Haru can't even bring himself to be a little bit ashamed at his desperate attempts to get a swim – things had worked out pretty well, because of it.

"What if someone comes…?"

"Again, the only one idiot enough to show up before lunch time is already here. Relax, Haru. You can get naked too, if you want."

He considers for a moment. It would be rather… uh… nice to be naked in the pool with Rin, but… "I like the way these feel," he says, as he touches his own thigh and plucks some of the fabric between his thumb and finger.

"That's fine," and Rin grins, "I like the way you look in them."

"Pervert," Haru hears himself muttering, automatically.

Rin doesn't seem offended though, and simply drops his hand to spank him, spank him and then grabs him around the waist. The next second, he's been lifted off the ground and Rin's arm is under his knees.

"Hold your breath," Rin warns, quickly, before Haru is thrown a few feet out and into the pool, submerging under the pink petals. He can hear Rin laughing even under the water.

"I thought you were meant to be getting in?" he scowls, though he can't really bring himself to be mad. There's something nice about trusting Rin so much with his body. Somehow, being manhandled requires even more trust in him than sex, and he likes that it comes so naturally.

"How cold is it?"

"Oh… you know, not so bad if you do it quickly."

And Rin bursts into laughter again, apparently very pleased with his little stunt. "Alright, alright. I'm coming."

Haru watches shamelessly while Rin, equally shameless, dumps his robe on a chair and dives in. It's a little rusty – obviously out of practice – but the movements are all there to show he was probably once pretty good. He swims over to Haru and catches him quickly by the hips, almost as if he's afraid Haru will swim off without him and he won't be able to catch up. Haru kisses him, and Rin's eyes widen like it's something they've never done before, before they close and he embraces it.

"It's fucking freezing," Rin finally says.

"Wuss," Haru retorts, slipping away quickly when Rin goes to grab him again.

"Hey! Come back! I need you to keep me warm!" Rin protests.

And maybe, maybe, if he hadn't been thrown into the pool, he'd be feeling more generous and let Rin have his romantic moment kissing and cuddling in a pool of cherry blossoms. But he's not.

"You'll have to catch me," he says, letting his voice ring high and deliberately teasing.

Rin can't catch him. Haru knows Rin can't catch him just as much as Rin obviously knows he can't catch him, from the dejected look that slides over his face before his eyes flash with competition.

It becomes a game of tactics. Haru is faster but Rin isn't half bad at guessing which direction he's going to turn in. They dart back and forth, and Haru's feeling pretty warmed up, either from the swimming or from the rush that naked Rin is chasing him, or both, but Rin's not looking so sure.

"Your lips are turning blue," Haru says as he approaches, and promptly kisses him, even though he's a little numb to kiss back.

Rin's a little bit stunned for the second time that morning. Haru, he's learned, is a hesitant kisser, and there's usually some kind of demand or other warning before he'll slowly lean in. He's affectionate after sex, apparently. Something to look forward to.

"We can go in, I don't mind," Haru tells him gently, sort of looking a little sorry.

"Finished having your fun with me, you little shit?"

Haru cocks his head and his eyes glitter. "Maybe."

Well then.

It's a little humiliating, getting out of the pool naked and all cold and shrunken like this, but he can cope with it. He's embarrassed himself much more than this in front of Haru already.

"I think," he says, and pauses just long enough for Haru to slip in with a "don't strain yourself", "that a nice, hot, soak is what I need right now," and dries off with the towels Haru had brought out earlier. "Wouldn't care to join me, would you?"

There's a slight splash as Haru comes to a sudden hault in the water, looking up at him with those glittering lustful eyes again. "Whatever," he shrugs, swimming to the edge. Rin offers him a hand and gives him the towel while he gets his robe back on.

Steam filters into the bedroom as the bath runs. Rin's still feeling cold, but Haru's doing his best to share his body heat. Rin decides he might like this sweet, loveable Haru almost as much as he likes Haru's calming radiance, however sarcastic or teasing he's being on the surface. As if he needs a reason to incite more sex, this attention is definitely a bonus. Actually, they should probably talk about that…

Rin steps in first while Haru peels down his soggy jammers, and the skin underneath looks especially pale from where the wetness has prevented him warming up. He stands at the edge of the bath, looking a little lost.

"Sit between my legs," Rin instructs. It's a nice, large, corner shaped bath. Plenty of room for the both of them to be in and not even touch. But Rin wants to touch.

He pulls Haru against his chest and kisses lightly down the side of his neck and along his shoulder. "Nice?" he asks.

Haru hums an affirmative and turns his head to the side, exposing more of his neck for Rin to kiss.

"So… last night… did you enjoy it?" Haru suddenly asks, head still turned away from Rin, but Rin figures he's a little more comfortable this way, so he lets it go.

"I was about to ask you that," he tries to make his voice gentle, because Haru feels tense against him.

"Did you?" he asks again: demanding, insecure.

"Very much. You seemed to too, once you'd calmed down a bit."

Haru gives a curt nod. "I feel like a bit of an idiot."

"Hmm, you're my idiot," Rin smiles, kissing his neck again, even though he can tell he's being serious. "It was your first time. It's fine."

"Pfft," Haru breathes, like he's genuinely offended. "I'm inexperienced, not naïve. You can tell me, you know, if I wasn't that good."

Rin chooses his words carefully. He doesn't want to be dishonest. "Well, you're right. You're inexperienced. Plenty of time for that. It was still special."

"I thought it was meant to be this big, romantic, life changing moment." Rin can't help but chuckle slightly. "Not so… awkward and…"

"And?"

"Nothing. I thought you'd want it to be more…"

"More like those ridiculous fics you've been reading? Don't get your hopes up. That's not real life. I like this," and he wraps his arms tighter and kisses again, "just as much, for when I want to love you."

Rin can feel Haru's Adam's apple bob in his throat as he gulps. "L-love?"

Well, he's probably dropped himself in this one. "I know it's… early. But you're easy to love."

"I'm not," Haru snorts, and it's not modesty, he's being honest. Rin can kind of see why, too.

"Well I think you're easy to love. I feel good when you're around and I miss you when you're not."

"Hmm," is Haru's response, like he's contemplating something.

Rin doesn't push for it, instead bringing some warm water up and over Haru's exposed knees, alternating letting go with each arm to gently stroke at his legs. He can wait.