Sousuke wasn't completely sure when the idea had crossed his mind, neither was he sure when he had decided to act on it, but pressing Makoto into the lockers felt like the most relieving thing he'd done in ages.

His grip on that stupid Iwatobi jacket of Makoto's didn't loosen as he broke the kiss. He breathed slow as he tried to formulate a thought. Makoto's hands were on his fore arms, but not pushing him away, they certainly weren't pulling him closer, but they weren't pushing.

Sousuke could hear the audible gulp from Makoto.

God, the guy had to be so confused. Sousuke was pretty confused, so that at least made both of them. When had he...?

Makoto shifted under him, and Sousuke's head shot up. He still wasn't sure when any of it had happened, but starring into those lush green eyes, Sousuke felt the surge of want plowing though him. It wasn't desire so much as-he wanted Makoto caged against him, he wanted to control something for fucking once.

But was that right...? Sousuke had fallen in love with Rin when they were kids, he'd followed Rin everywhere, through everything since then. He had thought he had lost him and then-he'd just gotten him back. And yet in such an unsatisfactory way. Sousuke was no closer to Rin then he had been when Rin had been chilling with kangaroos.

Sousuke wanted someone.

"Yamazaki-?"

Makoto's quiet voice jarred Sousuke, and in an instant his mind was made up.

What ever the reason, what ever the cause, Sousuke wanted Makoto then. It wasn't like they would ever end up as friends anyway with the first impression they'd made on each other. There was no vestige of a relationship to ruin.

Looking up, Sousuke cocked his head, ready to progress full steam ahead.

"Nhhhuhh!" Makoto let out in surprise as Sousuke spun him around, and pushed him up against the lockers again.

It was a good thing not another living soul, would be stupid enough to be down in the locker rooms then, because Makoto banging against the lockers echoed through out the room.

Sousuke slid one of his hands down Makoto's sides, his fingers skimming across the back of the Iwatobi Jacket. He leaned back enough he could read the words. He also slid his hips forward, shoving his groin up against Makoto's ass.

His shoulders heaving, Makoto tipped his head, turning it to the side to try and look at Sousuke. "Yamazaki-" he stalled.

Sousuke snorted. Really what honorific would Makoto give him? How about "sama?" He filled in for Makoto. He smiled.

Makoto tiled his head again, about to speak again and Sousuke reached up, his hand coming over Makoto's mouth in a vice like grip. He used that hand to tip Makoto's head back, enough that as Souske leaned forward they could see each other. While he was at it, he figured he might as well test the tall boys flexibility, with the hand that had formally been at Makoto's side, he pressed the small of his back forward towards the lockers, forcing Makoto into a back bend to maintain the position.

Sousuke leaned in, letting his lips brush against Makoto's ear. "Shut." He said very slowly. "Up."

Makoto's hand came off the lockers, grasping at Sousuke's grip on his face.

"Are you going to say something useless again?" Sousuke asked, forcing Makoto to bend just a touch more, back into Sousuke's embrace.

It took a moment for Makoto to realize Sousuke was waiting for an answer before he managed a small nod.

"Stay quiet." Sousuke growled a warning before releasing Makoto's mouth, pushing his upper body back flush against the lockers.

With both hands free now, Sousuke tugged at the jacket. Makoto noticed, his head turning just slightly, like he was about to look back before he let his fore head rest against the metal lockers. He shifted his arms back, shrugging his shoulders.

How helpful, Sousuke snorted, yanking the jacket off Makoto's shoulders and pulled it off his arms, flinging it on a nearby bench. With the skin of his back finally at Sousuke's disposal, he started to run his hands up and along the smooth planes.

He leaned forward again, his mouth connecting with Makoto's neck. The skin was still a bit damp from Makoto's late night practice, but Sousuke easily licked away any trace of a chlorine taste to sample Makoto's real taste.

Sousuke's hands moved to Makoto's waist, he had rather liked how Makoto had looked with an arched back. Makaoto breath caught as Sousuke, forced him to arch, applying pressure with his hands and fitting his ass a bit more snugly against Sousuke's groin.

Sousuke chuckled, "just like that," he breathed before continuing to suckle at Makoto's skin.

He had no desire to give any room between them, but he had to lean away, just enough to pry the button of his jeans open, shoving his boxer briefs down so his cock could lean out against Makoto's oh so wonderful full ass.

Sousuke was already hard, his dick thick and dark with the rush of blood. He noticed his partner had gone completely still as well, his hands on the lockers sliding in, his body curling as much as he could manage inward.

Sousuke couldn't have that, an arm went around Makoto's waist, pulling him back into Sousuke's chest. He kissed just under Makoto's jaw. His hands worked at prying the tight swimsuit off Makto's hips though, he managed just enough to feel Makoto's dick slide out. His own was pressed to Makto's bare backside as well, leaking from the wonderful feeling of skin.

Sousuke pulled Makoto closer, just enough to peer over his shoulder.

It was cute, very deliciously pink and bobbed against Makoto's stomach, practically calling for Sousuke to touch it.

Why deny it then, Sousuke thought as he slid a hand down Makoto's stomach and grasped it.

"Nahhhhunn," Makoto let out. He was breathing hard.

And as punishment Sousuke pushed him back up against the lockers with a bit more force than necessary. "Whatt'd I say?" He snarled, and thrust his hips forward.

His cock slid so amazing through the cleft of Makoto's ass. He gave his own sigh of sweet sensation.

Sousuke's hand clawed out, bracing the back of Makoto's head and shoving it up against the lockers. The boy tried to stay quiet as he winced. Sousuke looked at him, one green eye in just the right angle they could barely hook eye contact.

Sousuke smiled as he started to thrust his hips forward, not caring that with every forward motion he banged Makoto up against the lockers.

Pulling at the collar of his T-shirt, Sousuke considered letting the button up he wore over it fall to the ground. But then again he liked the idea of rocking against Makoto, fully clothed while the other just had his swimsuit tangled at his knees.

But man was he getting hot, his breath ragged, and it felt damned good. Sousuke was close. He placed a hand to Makoto's back urging him, to point his ass back again.

The little puppy was good and obedient, letting Sousuke thread his cock through those hot, perfect cheeks. Sousuke closed his eyes, concentrating on the way the thrusts felt, his body speeding up.

He barely recognized it when Makoto's hand struck out behind him. He didn't push Sousuke away, just gripped back, fisting his hand in Souske's T-shirt. That was fine with Sousuke if he wanted something to hang on to.

He let his head fall back and just thrust his hips faster. He was so fucking close. Between his precum and sweat between them, his dick was sliding easier, Sousuke thrust deeper, groaning as he felt him self rubbing all the way against Makoto's entrance.

The thought of actually fucking Makoto bloomed in Sousuke's head and it was enough. His eyes widened before his grip in Makoto's hair tightened and in the next split second he squeezed his eyes shut as he saw white and the greatest rush known to mankind plowed through his senses.

"Gahhkkk!" He let out as he came, thick and milky across Makoto's back.

When it was over, he let himself lean forward, burying his face back next to Makoto's long, warm neck. His hand slid against Makoto's waist, tracing against his side. Closing his eyes, he let the buzz of his senses ride it out a minute or two more. He sighed, noticing his softening dick was still pressed against Makoto's sticky back.

After a minutes revelry he straightened, stepping back. Makoto must have taken that as a release because he stepped back as well.

"Not that way," Sousuke scolded, and hooked Makoto's wrist, flipping him back to face Sousuke. He forced his hand back over Makoto's mouth and pushed him back against the lockers.

Looking down, Sousuke admired the cute, long, curved cock, bright red against Makoto's stomach. Sousuke lightly ran his fingers up the underside, smiling at the shiver that shook through Makoto's shoulders as well.

Teasing wasn't what Sousuke wanted at that moment though, so he fisted his hand around the long cock and started to pump. Holding Makoto mute against the lockers, sent another thrill down Sousuke's own spine. It was so hot to watch as Makoto's eyes rolled up, his breathing becoming labored and erratic. His chest heaved, his hands reaching out, grasping at Sousuke's fore arms and clawing at the sleeves. One hand even came up, fisting in Sousuke's collar as he started to move with Sousuke's pumping.

Watching him come, was just as amazing, Makoto's eyes went wide. His legs shaking and arm curling in, drawing Sousuke closer.

Sousuke milked him completely, the white liquid leaking through his fingers and making it an easier roll as he gently tugged and stroked Makoto to empty. When he finally let the withering cock be, Makoto looked close to losing his balance.

Sure enough, as Sousuke released his hand from Makoto's mouth the boy slid down the lockers, his breathing audible. His stomach was flecked with semen, and Sousuke knew the back of him was also dotted with his own white evidence.

Sousuke stepped back, seeing Makoto's locker was still slightly ajar, he opened it, digging out a fresh towel.

In the few seconds he'd stepped away, Makoto had curled up, head resting on his knees, arms held in, hands curled over his head. Sousuke tilted his head. He wasn't sure if the position was recovery or defensive. He huffed, right, well he'd have to get Makoto to open up a little, he unfurled the towel, lightly placing it around Makoto's shoulders before he turned again.

Sousuke fixed his own appearance first, straightening up as well as he could. His shirt was soiled with cum and smelled of sex, but Sousuke doubted they would meet anyone on the way back to their room. He tossed Makoto's jacket into his locker, shutting it and retrieving Makoto's swim bag from the floor.

When he returned to the not so little puppy-eyed boy, Makoto looked up this time.

"Thank you," Makoto said. He looked back down and away.

Sousuke shifted a bit uneasy. "Yeah. It's your towel, so not like I have to take care of it later."

Makoto nodded, before tucking his chin behind his arms folded over his knees. It looks like he had pulled his jammers back up all the way.

"Come on," Sousuke urged, he held out his hand for Makoto to take.

Makoto looked at the offered hand for just a moment before sitting up fully he reached up and took the offering.

Makoto could still feel the hum of his orgasm, thumping though him. It surprised him that Sousuke had actually stuck around. Not that the fact they'd just had sex also wasn't quite surprising in and of itself.

Though Makoto was the most surprised at himself. It wasn't like he'd even tried to tell Sousuke to back off. The fact that he'd cum into Sousuke's hand was proof enough at that.

Once on his feet, Makoto wasn't sure he wanted to make eye contact. He pulled the towel around him a bit more, glancing to the showers.

"Just shower in the room." Sousuke said. He was watching Makoto, even had Makoto's bag slung over his shoulder, waiting for him.

Makoto reddened but nodded. The dorms weren't far.

Trailing behind, Makoto wasn't quite sure if he even cared about what had happened between them. He didn't feel like he was falling to dust anymore at least. Maybe that was enough to explain what was going on...

It felt like enough to Makoto.

Sousuke treating Makoto like a human being seemed to be a limited time offer, Makoto mused as by the next morning Sousuke was growling at him at every turn and glaring at him every moment in between.

Tugging at the white collar of his school uniform, Makoto frowned. He tried to shift in his seat, early for class and thankfully snagging a seat next to the windows. He'd gotten used to just about everything else at Samezuka, but that pristine, cut and stiff uniform was still irritating as hell. His eyes softened, thinking about his old uniform. And then there was his old school, not some sprawling monolith of a campus, no dorms just the small building, and that tiny little pool. Makoto smiled.

There was a slap of a notebook down on the desk next to him. Startled Makoto looked up. Sousuke's teal eyes watched him right back, "yo."

"Yamazaki-kun," Makoto said in surprise. They were both upperclassmen, so they had most of their classes together, but like hell had Sousuke ever sat next to him, let alone actually acknowledged him.

"Makoto," Rin said cheerfully, taking the seat behind Sousuke. "Where did you two get to last night?" He whined. "I was left to to fend off Nitori and Momo the whole way home."

Makoto laughed then out of nervousness. "nowhere!" He answered a bit too loudly.

"We snuck into your room,." Sousuke answered a second later. Tipping his head, a devious grin spread. "I wouldn't use your deodorant anytime soon."

"What!"" Rin fumed. "What did you do?"

"You'll just have to figure it out on your own." Sousuke just chuckled, shifting back to the front of the room, and Rin complained loudly behind him.

The teacher arrived then, quieting the students as the day started.

Rin huffed muttering under his breath, "well at least I don't have to worry about you two killing each other anymore..."

Makoto looked over to see that devious smile still on Sousuke's face as he answered under his breath, "when one door closes, another open in its place." At the last his eyes shifted to meet Makoto's and narrowed leaving him with that ever present grin.

By the time practice had rolled around Sousuke was still acknowledging Makoto existed. Looking across the pool to where Sousuke rolled his shoulder in his hands, Makoto was still wondering about what he had meant. He hadn't made the slightest overture since cumming across Makoto's back.

Sousuke wasn't holding back in the significant looks department though. Rin approached, and Souske's face shifted into the cheery smile of a friend.

Makoto wasn't so sure though, sitting at the edge of the pool, he was supposed to be watching the underclassmen in backstroke, helping where he could. He'd spent the last hour though glancing up at Sousuke every few minutes.

And every few minutes Sousuke had looked back at him. Most of the time he'd give Makoto a second or two before glancing back at whom ever he was talking to. But then there were those times, when no one else was saying attention that Sousuke would look back at him, and his eyes would narrow and a smile would spread, one side quirked up, devious and even worse knowing.

Just like right now, Sousuke surprised Makoto this time with a flash of teeth before he pulled his swim cap on, adjusting his goggles as he stepped up onto the starters platform.

Makoto made a frustrated sound in his throat.

"Makoto-sempai!" Momo called.

Looking up, Makoto realized for the second time he hadn't watched more than the first ten seconds or so of Momo's swim.

He signed. "Sorry, Momo!" He'd been scolding Momo for the past week about concentrating on the swim, and now Makoto was a tad bit embarrassed he couldn't even manage to focus on Momo's swimming. Even so, Makoto looked over again as Sousuke soared off the platform.

Right, Rin might feel better, but Makoto wasn't so sure they should have ever opened this Pandora's box.