"Just blowjobs tonight then boys," Seijurou teases, too loudly, clapping both Rin and Haru on the shoulders as they and the rest of the band get changed in the dressing room. "I'm gonna work something over with the director… we'll have a meeting after dinner, alright?"
Momo scowls at his brother's retreating back and cocks an eyebrow to Rin. "He sounds like he's got grand ideas," he laughs, and pulls a fresh shirt over his head.
"We have two days left in the studio, they can't be that fucking grand," Sousuke grunts, and suddenly slaps Rin with his towel. "Can you stop making googly eyes at him for one fucking second and think about this. What's happening with the video?"
Rin just shrugs, he's lost control of it now. It's evolving way too fast for him to keep up with, but he's absolutely thrilled with the results of today's filming. Dozens of little clips of swimmers circling the band as they mime with their plastic instruments. And then there's Rin and Haru… they've already organised those clips into a sequence that makes it look like Rin is constantly chasing Haru, trying to catch up with him, reaching out for him, and Haru just floats away. Ducking behind a coral here, propelling himself with a turn kick from Sousuke's back (whose face is just a picture) there. And then there's where it ends, where Rin thinks the video is going to end, when Haru finally turns to him and Rin grabs him around the waist.
They stare at each other for a little moment, bubbles leaking from both of them, before Haru darts in with the quickest kiss to Rin's lips he's ever managed, and then spins away out of sight while Rin struggles to the surface for air.
He thinks that would be just fine all on its own for the video, but Sei's been blabbering plans about beach scenes and a love story and… well… he's just rolling with it. As long as he has Haru there, he thinks he can deal with pretty much anything he decides to write into the script.
"Where are we going, Rin?" Haru asks as Rin veers off the highway in the little Fiat, the others riding ahead in the minivan.
Rin smirks and pats his knee. "Just making a booking," he smiles, catching Haru's unimpressed little glare in the mirror. "Want me to take you out for dinner?"
Haru sighs beside him. Poor thing's tired, he gets it, but then covers his hand with his own. "Alright."
"Cool," Rin's blushing.
Haru's never been this casual, this accepting, about going on what is basically a date. It's their first proper little thing since Rin took Haru out after his modelling shoot, and then they'd had their first round of cringing, blushing, probably the most awkward in history sex. They've come so far.
They pull up outside another hotel, buried in the countryside and surrounded by rose bushes, white picket fence, even a little pond with a tiny footbridge. Rin steps around to Haru's side of the car while he's still checking out the front of the building and opens his door, taking his hand.
"Rin?" Haru asks looking warily at the pretty little building. It's sort of like a cottage.
"Mm?" Rin just hums and pulls him out, towing him along to the door. "We're meeting your parents on Saturday, right? Outside our hotel?"
"Yeah…"
"Alright, good," Rin grins and pushes him inside.
Haru gives Rin a cautionary glance as his hand is dropped, keeping up the vague semblance of appearances. He tags along just behind him as Rin approaches the reception desk, and they receive a warm smile from a middle aged woman.
"How can I help you?" she beams. Rin grins right back, trademark toothy smile, and tugs Haru forwards under his arm.
"Can we make a spa booking for Saturday night, please and…" he glances at Haru. "Two rooms." Haru frowns.
"Certainly," and she brings up something on her computer. "Private onsen?"
Rin nods. "For four, please… and massages all around," Haru's so suspicious. Below the counter, Rin plays with his fingers. He sounds nervous, and Haru thinks he's doing a good job of controlling his blush, because his hands are clammy.
Haru doesn't say a word, let's Rin sign the documents and make a payment in full that makes Haru just wince on his card, and then he's being towed back out again, kissed briefly on the cheek, and then left to get into the car by himself.
"Two rooms? I don't think my parents can spend the night," he says, accusatory, tugging his seatbelt roughly across.
Rin laughs. "It's not for them, silly."
Haru narrows his eyebrows, wondering how upset he should be. "We're not sharing?" they've shared in their commuting hotel twice now and nothing's been said, nothing's been leaked, maybe this independent little thing isn't as trustworthy? But Haru doubts that.
"Hey," he feels Rin's hand on his cheek, reaching across the car, and turns into it. "What's that face for?"
Haru shrugs.
"Of course we'll be sharing… you… you've not spoken to Makoto this week?"
Rin cocks his head as Haru raises his eyebrow, still a little ticked off, but more confused than anything else. He kisses Haru on the nose.
"I won't spoil the surprise then," he grins, and then sets off, Haru still staring in his direction. He decides to ignore him, but calms down by the time they're back at the hotel to shower and change for their evening out.
"Just dress casual, alright? I'm gonna run down to Sei and find out what time to be back. I love you," he kisses Haru's cheek hurriedly then throws on a clean top, having showered first while Haru was having an agonising phone call with his mother, making sure they could rendezvous at eleven on Saturday, and to bring a change of clothes. He couldn't face giving them an explanation.
Why couldn't they just go round for tea?!
He forces himself not to linger in the shower, just doing a quick scrub of his hair and body to get the chlorine out, dries off, and pads over to his suitcase nude, looking for something comfortable. Most everything Rin has packed is tight jeans and tighter tops, and he frowns. He wonders if Rin will let him get away with wearing the space invader leggings and the old shirt with the periodic table on it he'd brought as pyjamas.
Only one way to find out.
Rin gets back into the room just as Haru is pulling on his second sock, sitting on the bed, and climbs onto his lap, straddling, for a longer hug and kiss after his hasty departure.
"Clingy," Haru grunts, rubbing his hands on his hips. "Where are you taking me?"
Rin kisses his forehead, feeling himself blush a little bit. "I thought we could go down to the harbour and pick up some street food… just walk around, you know? I've not been to the evening market stalls in forever."
Haru nods, and Rin doesn't know if he was expecting anywhere fancy or not, but he looks contended enough when Rin gets off and pulls him up, and they both move to get jackets but –
"What are you wearing?!"
Haru blinks at him. "Clothes."
Rin looks him over, twice more, can't quite believe what he's seeing. "Why would you even bring that?"
Haru shrugs, calm as anything, pretty much ignoring him as he pushes up the sleeves on a denim jacket, clashing even more, like a hipster that's got mixed up in the wash with a science major. "Just in case you need to know the atomic weight of barium when you're scribbling your lyrics."
He can't do anything but roll his eyes and settle his arm around his waist. If anyone was ever in any doubt about what a dork he's dating, they just got all the proof they needed.
"Let me take a picture?" he asks. Haru grunts an affirmative. "Go on, strike a pose, pretty boy. We can put this in your portfolio."
Haru looks for a minute like he's about to just walk away without him, turning his head with a scowl, grumpy, slitted eyes, just done with the silliness. But then he switches to smug, like he's getting away with something, and puts his hands on his hips and sticks his tongue out. Rin can't find his phone fast enough.
Remind me why I go out in public with him? Rin types as his caption, and then pockets his phone to finally set off. They only have a couple of hours, but he intends to make the most of it. The walk to the metro isn't far, and the ride is only fifteen minutes.
They get looked at. Rin can't tell if it's more because of Haru's flashy outfit – the white aliens on his black leggings glow in the UV lights every time they go through a tunnel – and he has to fight the urge to pull his dark glasses out of his satchel or just otherwise hide his face somewhere. Probably Haru's neck… that's his go-to source of comfort these days.
Haru's eyes fly open wide when they're greeted by a spectacular fountain, full of giant koi carp, as soon as they step out of the station, and Rin has to grab his wrist before any clothes start flying off. Not that he'd look any more ridiculous in just his jammers than he already does.
There's an endless array of little food stalls to choose from, so they do a lap up and down first, scoping out their options, getting occasionally distracted by little trinket stalls. Rin buys Haru a blue flower crown and sets it gently on top of his head, tucking his hair behind his ears. He wears it proudly.
"Your hair is getting long," he murmurs absently.
"Mm… might grow it out," Haru replies, and ducks down to take a bite out of Rin's squid on a stick, having already inhaled the spicy mackerel balls he'd found.
"Gonna rock a little pony tail?" Rin teases, twirling the back of his hair around his finger. "We'll match. I can even braid it for you."
Haru laughs, just a little breath of amusement. "You can't braid."
Rin puffs out his cheeks and crosses his arms. "I can too!"
Eyes all twinkling, Haru gets in close, too close for how public they are, and leans in to his ear. "Consider it a challenge," he teases, and slinks away, leaving Rin to fumble for a moment to chase after him.
Dammit, he wants to hold his hand so badly, but every few moments they have fans coming over for pictures. Haru's easing into it, slowly. He's more comfortable than the first time, when they were gadget shopping at home, but he's starting to squirm when he's being asked questions now too, and his one word answers and fidgeting stance are making the gushing smiles on people's faces falter.
He leads them somewhere quieter, along the side of the pier where there's no stalls or markets, just space and view out over the see. Some people have left coloured candles floating, probably in memorial, and he can feel Haru relaxing next to him, like watching the movement of the small waves lapping calms him down just as much as he calms down just being with Haru.
He finds his hand between them, and Haru squeezes subconsciously, fitting right into place with him.
Haru is sleepy when Rin takes him down a different hallway to Sei's room, all the other guys having already gathered, Nitori almost asleep on the edge of the bed, getting the occasional kick to the back by Momotarou, who's made himself more than comfortable on his brother's bed. Yamazaki has the dressing table chair and Seijurou is just standing. Rin gathers Haru into his lap on the window seat, and Haru returns Yamazaki's eye-roll with an irritated raised eyebrow.
"SO!" Sei's too loud. "We're gonna get those little lover boys being cute. You know, rolling in the sand, making out, walking off into the sunset… but you," he points at Nitori and his brother, "you're gonna be little criminals. You're trying to steal Haru, alright? And you," he turns to Yamazaki. "You're like a cop, Western style sheriff maybe, and you're on Rin's side to get him back. The main part of the video is still going to be the underwater things we've already filmed, so this is only going to be five or six progressive scenes, just a few seconds. What do you think?"
There's silence in the room.
Rin is the first to speak up. "Um… why?" he's wincing a bit, like he's not trying to sound so sceptical.
Seijurou smiles now, but it's dark. "Because we can't have you two taking up all the spotlight, can we?"
He probably has a point.
Haru licks lazily at Rin's cock. Rin's attempting the same, but he keeps breaking off to ask questions, too distracted by the new idea for the video to get anything productive done, so Haru gives up and sits on his stomach.
"Shut up," he scolds, not meaning to be so annoyed, but his dick is so hard it hurts, and now he's got Rin's poking him in the ass cheek, and it's really not helping. "It'll be fine."
Rin pouts.
Idiot.