Sousuke sighed. Nitori's drive was-enthusiastic-but this was all starting to get on his nerves. Walking into the locker room well after practice, Sousuke pressed his lips into a thin line at the sight of Nitori there in the locker rooms, slumped over his knees, sitting on one of the benches. And...he was crying. Right. Now what was Sousuke supposed to do? The kids times event getting any better and prefecturals were next week. There wasn't any magic that Sousuke could work to make that better.
There was the slap of feet on tile behind him, startling both Sousuke and Nitori to both look up. Makoto stared up through that cinnamon hair. He locked eyes with Sousuke, and then looked past him to Nitori.
The boy let out a hiccuped whine before he quickly stood starting to stammer off apologies.
Makoto looked to Sousuke, who just shrugged. What the hell was he supposed to do about this?
Not saying a word, Makoto gave one of those fond smiles to Sousuke that weren't exactly often before he slid past him to Nitori.
"Makoto-senpai-" Nitori stammered off.
"Nitori-kun." Makoto said as he leaned down and sat on the bench. "Is something wrong?" He asked as he ducked his head to try and look Nitori in the eye.
Sousuke furrowed his brow as he watched, a bit unsure.
"It's-it's nothing." Nitori said looking down at his shoes.
Makoto just gave a slow nod. He watched for a moment before reaching behind him, he leaned a hand against the bottom lockers and reached up to snag a Gatorade from his locker. He offered it out to Nitori after breaking the seal.
"Here," he said as he gave a smile. "You've been practicing a lot, you should stay hydrated."
That fucking legitimate angel! Sousuke shifted, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the door frame.
Nitori hesitated before taking the electric blue Gatorade. "Th-thank you, Makoto-senpai." He mumbled before tipping the bottle to take a drink.
All week, Sousuke had realized just how fake Makoto's face was. He forced smiles at every turn, the mask of, "happy go lucky Makoto" was so full of bull shit Sousuke wasn't sure how everyone else couldn't tell. Even his most neutral of face was controlled into a blank vacant stare. Nothing about him was real until Sousuke started pulling off his cloths. Though he couldn't say he'd gotten much of a real smile yet.
And yet... This time it wasn't a cultured and primed face that he gave Nitori. He wasn't sincerely happy, but he was sincere as he smiled at Nitori again.
Makoto let out a chuckle. "You've almost been practicing as much as I have." He leaned his elbows down onto his knees. "You've got a lot of heart."
Nitori just looked down at the Gatorade before sliding off the lockers between him and sitting next to Makoto. "I'm - I'm not making the progress that you are though."
That was an understatement. Sousuke kept that to himself though as he watched. Makoto's times were exploding. Half the time he spent in the water now usually ended up with Sousuke-well he wasn't coaching. He was giving him a few pointers. There was always things that only someone outside the pool could see was going on. It would be more surprising for Sousuke if Makoto didn't qualify.
Makoto watched Nitori as he smiled that oddly sincere some again and spoke quietly. "You know- that's not all me though." He glanced at Sousuke. "It's my third year, I've got a lot of support helping me through it." He laughed. "You were there last year. I wasn't all that fast even just a few months ago."
Nitori didn't look all that comforted. He looked down at the Gatorade between his legs. "Yeah, I guess."
Makoto looked at him, before bumping his shoulder. "And I can clearly see you really love to swim. It'll all click together soon."
Nitori nodded, unconvinced.
"Rin has noticed too you know." Makoto went on. "There is a reason he changed the rules for the relay this year."
Nitori looked up at Makoto at least this time.
"If Rin thinks that passion matters that much," Makoto smiled. "I'd say it's worth quite a lot."
It was slow coming but Nitori smiled, the back of his hand wiping away the last of his tears. "I guess you're right."
Humming, Makoto he tugged at the Samezuka jacket on Nitori's shoulders. "And you've got a great team backing you, Nitori-kun. I've no doubt you'll be improving a lot this year."
The smile was easier and quicker this time as Nitori nodded.
Makoto stood, stepping over the bench to his locker, toweling off his heir. "You'll do great. Passion can be incredible when you apply it."
Nitori gave Makoto another small smile as he stood. He bowed, as he called. "Thank you Makoto-senpai."
Makoto just smiled back, ducking his head at Nitori before turning back to his locker to pull out his boxer briefs and a shirt.
As Nitori skittered out of the locker room, he kept his distance around Sousuke, ducking out of the way. Sousuke almost barked at him on the way just for fun. But instead he let his arms lax at his sides turning to Makoto getting dressed.
It was a tad bit surprising. Sousuke had thought with daylight hours still out Makoto would be staying to practice a few more hours. At least that's what he usually did.
But Makoto didn't even seem to be acknowledging that Sousuke was there. He dressed with a brisk business like attitude it seemed, his eyes avoiding Sousuke as he pulled on trousers before pushing his swimsuit into his swim bag.
Sousuke went to his own locker a few feet from Makoto's. He pulled on a shirt, watching the boy next to him. He looked away as he ducked his head into the shirt.
"Are you going back to the room?" Makoto abruptly asked. He was sitting on the bench behind them. He wasn't looking at Sousuke, but he wasn't looking at anything else in particular. He'd closed his locker, his bag next to him on the bench.
"Yeah." Sousuke answered short as he glanced back behind him. He pulled on boxer briefs before a pair of sweatpants over.
"You know," Sousuke started, not quite sure how to go about it. "That was-" he couldn't quite bring himself to look behind him, but he knew Makoto had looked up at him. "I'm glad you can talk to him like that." Exactly, so Sousuke didn't have to deal with it. Not like it was one of the sweetest things he'd ever come across or anything.
Makoto chuckled behind him. "Well a pep talk from you might have broken Nitori in half."
Sousuke did glance behind him this time as he pulled his own bag from his locker dropping his swimsuit in.
Again, the mask of-almost total apathy was pulled on over Makoto's expression. What little that moment of sincerity had afforded him, was gone as he pulled the strap on his bag over his shoulder and stood.
Sousuke slipped into his shoes and grabbed his jacket, pulling it on before lifting his bag over his shoulder.
As they walked up to the room, Sousuke didn't say anything for a long while. It wasn't until they were almost to the room that he looked over at Makoto.
"Do you love swimming, Tachibana?"
Makoto looked up a little startled. They'd come to their room, and Makoto had been the one to reach into his pocket and dig for a key. He used the seconds distraction to look away first, just giving a simple, "uh..."
As he got the door open, he let Sousuke in after him before giving a quiet. "I'm-not like I used to."
Sousuke hummed, putting away his stuff as he entered the room. "That was certainly a lot of big talk then about heart and passion."
Makoto shrugged as he dropped his own things next to his desk. "I believe it. I mean I really do think passion can make a big difference. Rin isn't wrong in wanting to promote it among our team."
"But you can't say you love swimming." Makoto jumped as Sousuke surprised him, coming up behind him, probably a bit too close as he spoken.
Nervously wiggling around to face Sousuke, backing up to lean against the desk he gave an unsure frown. "I like swimming." His eyes shifted to his hands. "I don't know, I just-I used to swim for my friends and my team, and I wanted to win and I wanted at least a shot at competitive swimming, and now-" he shrugged. "I guess I just like swimming." His voice got quieter, eyes still not lifting to look at Sousuke. "I like that it's mind numbing. I can't really think about anything else if I'm in the water. I have to make sure I keep breathing, keep pace, concentrating and it just kind of clicks into this mode where-I stop thinking about everything and I just am swimming."
"Mind numbing? That's what keeps you in the pool for six hours a day?" Sousuke just wanted to be sure he was hearing it right.
Makoto just gave him one of those fake, 'I'm silly but happy' smiles as he pushed off the desk brushing past Sousuke as he continued around to the front so he could retrieve his laptop from his front drawer. "I guess maybe, yeah."
Sousuke found himself wanting to wind an arm around Makoto's middle-like in a hug... Maybe. Instead he just pocketed his hands, letting the subject drop as Makoto started the climb up to his bed. He opened his mouth about to offer that they could both do homework on Sousuke's bed, but it was probably for the better he just shut his mouth.
Makoto gave him one last desperately sad smile before he opened his laptop, pulling on his reading glasses. Sousuke signed as he went to his own desk to start digging out his homework.
Sousuke came to a halt just inside the dorm's court yard. He smiled as Rin slid in next to him huffing and bending to put his hands on his knees. Somehow the Saturday morning jog had turned into an all out race between Rin and him in the last lap back to the dorms. Not that it was a bad thing, it was Sousuke's favorite part about his relationship with Rin.
"Ughhh," Rin whined next to him. "I should stop saying yes to these."
Sousuke gasped out a laugh, "not my fault you never learn."
Rin looked at him, giving him one of those absolutely beautiful smiles. Sousuke couldn't help but smile back. He'd made the right decision staying at Samezuka that weekend.
Sousuke sat down on one of the steps, to be joined by Rin a minute or so later. When they had managed to regain their breath Sousuke realized he'd been staring at Rin for far too long and oddly enough Rin had been looking back. Looking away Sousuke scratched at the side of his face.
He'd been so occupied with Makoto every few minutes doing something else stupid or-getting on his fucking knees for Sousuke, that Rin had almost been a side not. Then the second they had a few moments to be best friends again-Sousuke could feel the fire in him breath to life again. His eyes moved back to Rin. Letting his head rest back, his long pale perfect neck was stretched back, his silky hair a bit sweaty but very attractive the way it fell away from his face.
Sousuke looked back away.
"According to Nitori," Rin said, tipping his head just enough one of those beautiful red eyes could look at Sousuke. "You saw Makoto work his magic the other day."
"Yup," Sousuke said not thinking as he watched a drop of sweat roll down over Rin's neck and over his shoulder. Just one minute-Nitori could have no idea how fucking awesome Makoto was at a blowjob-"wait, which magic?" Sousuke furrowed his brow as he looked up at Rin's face again.
"The fact he's the best person in the universe." Rin clarified.
Oh right, that. Sousuke looked away. "Yeah. He's kind of a legit angel."
It took Rin a second but then he asked, "what were you thinking of?"
Makoto on his knees, mouth open and tongue out as Sousuke slid the top of his dick into that wet warmth, saliva dripping from Makoto's chin and those lush green eyes hooded, but still looking up at Sousuke. "Nothing, roommate thing." Sousuke mumbled.
Rin laughed next to him, looking down at his shoes. "He's always been like that." He took a deep breath. "It really surprised me when he came here."
Sousuke's head shot up. "Huh?"
"Well, it's not like Makoto usually does things for himself like that." Rin said with a shrug. Then said the real thing he'd been thinking. "Especially since he left Haru to do it. It was-the only selfish thing I've ever seen him do and-at least when it comes to me and Haru, the most selfless thing I think I've ever seen him do."
At this point, Sousuke wasn't sure if he was all ears or if he wanted to duck tape Rin's mouth shut.
When the hell had he started to-when had Makoto become so fucking interesting to him. Because important was the wrong word. Such a stupid fucking wrong word. And yet then there was all the things he had going on In his head every time he looked at Rin or got one of those great smiles... Makoto,s smile had been nice. That real one, the one he'd let Nitori have. Sousuke couldn't really say he didn't kind of want one, to keep for himself.
"You know," Rin said, still looking at his shoes. "I'm really glad you're here too."
Sousuke smiled, nodding. Course. He was Rin's fucking best friend,
Rin was quiet for a few more seconds, Then the second bomb dropped. "I think I love him."
"Makoto?" Sousuke didn't say that like he was ready to fight! No, definitely not! Sousuke face shot to look at Rin.
"What?" Rin spouted clearly almost chocking on his own words. "No!"
"Good." Sousuke felt his eyes narrow.
"What?" Rin shot back.
"Nothing." Sousuke quickly brushed it all under the rug, of 'elephant hiding under a sheet in the room, but we're not going to talk about it.' Why did he do that? It wasn't like.. He didn't care... It was just Makoto -that fucking legit angel Makoto!
Sousuke wanted to burry his face in his hands. But that would have been admitting defeat so he just looked straight ahead, taking a drink from his water bottle. Totally not looking guilty.
Rin laughed then, that amazing sound bringing Sousuke back. The sun hit Rin's eyes just right and as Sousuke turned back to him he couldn't help but smile as ruby red eyes lit up. And god damn Sousuke was having one fucking off day as he was lost in half a second. Rin was always just so-bright. Everything about him was like running into the sun and it made Sousuke want nothing more than to lean in...
"-Haru" Rin had also been talking, while making Sousuke think he was the eighth world wonder. A flaming, beautiful, blazing wonder...
"Sorry?" Sousuke said finally shaking it off to look at his best friend.
Rin just laughed again. "You really don't like him, do you?" Rin leaned back on his side, looking distant and dreamy and then said. "I really think I do love Haru though."
Sousuke was pretty sure his heart stopped. No. That wasn't the right description. It felt like it had just froze over. His breath left him for a second as his insides turned to ice and snow. He knew it wouldn't last long, just that brief moment before it would flow in to a burning wrath he couldn't control very well.
But until then he'd have to clamp a hand down on the ice and pull on a smile. Which is exactly what he fucking did!
Sousuke pulled on the best possible smile he could, chuckling. "Dolphin boy does have a nice ass." And nothing else. Not a drop of anything else to offer Rin.
Rin was the fucking sun. And even if Sousuke could feel as he himself was burning out, he'd be damned if he let anything dim Rin's beautiful flame.
Rin laughed, leaning farther back, laying across the sidewalk, his arms under his head as he looked up at the sky. "I just told you I think I'm in love for the first time and all you have to say is , he's got a nice ass?"
Flashing a smile, Sousuek wasn't sure he could bare to do more than glance back at Rin, looking firmly ahead. "Priorities," Sousuke said as he took another drink from his water bottle.
That chuckle was-what Soueuke didn't want to hear. He looked down at his shoes. He concentrated on breathing.
"I'm not sure what we are gonna do, you know in the future with college and all that, but..." Rin smiled looking so blissfully happy. "I can't wait for it! He's so great. He just doesn't know it and I know we can make it work out..."
His eyes glazed over while he spoke of Haru. It was like he was seeing a dream. Sousuke could relate. He felt like he was looking at light in its purest form every time he glanced Rin's way. And the way Rin was lit up now, like he was so fucking high and he was never going to come down. He was so bright, so happy as effortless smile after effortless smile came to his lips as he talked about Haru.
But wasn't that what people in love were supposed to look like? Isn't that what the feeling of finding someone so perfect, finding a soul so breathlessly beautiful was supposed to feel like? Wasn't it supposed to feel like a rush and like time had stopped all at the same time? Wasn't it supposed to be bright colors and soft kisses and tender whisperings?
Sousuke trained his eyes on the cement. If that was what it was supposed to feel like, then why didn't it feel like that for Sousuke? Why did he feel like Rin had his hand around Sousuke neck and every time he opened his mouth Sousuke wasn't sure if he was going to breathe new life into him, or spit needles at him? Why did he feel like the way he looked at Rin was like carrying a cement block on his shoulders? On his pathetic, broken shoulders...
In a breathless rush, Makoto's words came back to mind, from the night they'd fought. "...clinging to someone so tightly he was pulling them under the current with him..." Right. A sinking horrible feeling like that.
"I better get back up to the dorm room," Sousuke suddenly heard himself say.
He must have interrupted Rin because those ruby red eyes looked startled as they turned to Sousuke. "Huh?" Rin sat up.
Sousuek was already standing, his limbs felt stiff and heavy, but he wasn't sure how much more he could get through and not-he couldn't destroy this for Rin. Sousuke, he almost choked on his own thoughts, his hand even coming up to his throat. He hated that stupid little black-headed twink! But he loved Rin too much to destroy this for him.
So he was just gonna have to work it out.
"I thought we were hanging out today?" Rin said. He frowned. It was a bit expected. With the swim team and school and everything, they hadn't had all that much time to focus on being best friends in the same school for the first time in years.
Sousuke managed to pull on a smile. "We are going to!" He wasn't giving up an entire day with Rin for anything. "But come on," Sousuke pulled his sweat-soaked shirt away from his neck, looking down at it with a sour face.
Rin chuckled. "Yeah I guess you're right. We should have jogged later tonight like usual."
Sousuke just hummed. Tossing his water bottle at Rin before he started off. "I'll text you when I'm out of the shower."
Or at least after he'd worked a few things out. He needed something to get him through the day and he had a very good idea what would work best...
Okay ambushing him right after a shower hadn't been Sousuke's most brilliant ideas, but hey he was already naked!
Sousuke wrapped a hand around the back of Makoto's head, pulling him into a kiss as he cornered him against the desk. His skin was still wet from the shower, his hair dripping as Sousuke slid his fingers through it. It was amazing how every time they did this Sousuke found himself more and more attracted to Makoto.
After recovering from the shock it took a second but Makoto raised his own hands, one resting at Sousuke's side, against his hip bone and the other coming up to Sousuke's neck.
"Nehh!" Makoto let out against Sousuke's lips. Clearly a bit surprised it didn't stop Makoto from kissing back.
Sousuke could just leave it at that though as he started to roll Makoto's bottom lip between his teeth tugging playfully with a growl. He had planned on just a quirky, slamming Makoto over the desk and nailing his ass across the top, but now that he had Makoto's taste back in his mouth-Rin could chill on his own for an hour or so...
Sousuek let Makoto have his lip back, with a look and a preditorial smile against the boys already flushed lips.
Makoto didn't pull back, speaking into Sousuke's mouth. "I thought you were gone." He sucked in a breath. "When I got up and you weren't here I figured you went home."
"Nope," was all Sousuke said before lurching forward to bite his way back into the kiss.
"You're sweaty..." Makoto said quietly as Sousuke broke the kiss to start trailing down his neck.
"Mmmmm," Sousuke hummed as he found an ear. "I was running with Rin," he tugged at the ear lobe at the same times hitting back to the bed.
Makoto nodded and followed back to the bed. As was per usual he let Sousuke push him face down. Sousuke also pulled the towel away, presenting him with Makoto's wonderfully smooth bare ass. He could feel his insides heating up, it was finally hitting him. Rin was in fucking love and there was nothing Sousuke could do about it. His jaw clenched as his expression twisted wrathful.
He let his hands run through Makoto's hair. He looked a bit too comfortable, his eyes hooded and head resting forward on the bar across the side of the bed. Sousuke crawled up the bed, before yanking Makoto's head back. He just held him ther as Sousuke dipped his head and tasted Makoto's neck and shoulders again.
"Hands to the bar." He whispered in Makoto's ear.
With a short nod, Makoto extended his hands, both grabbing at the bar in front of him. Sousuke slid off of him and went to the closet, digging around before he found a belt. He tugged Makoto's hands closer together, wrists touching before he looped the belt around them then around the bar, fastening the two together before flicking the clasp on the belts end.
"Can you move them?" Sousuke asked as he removed his shoes, pulling off his socks as well.
Makoto tested his binding out, tugging at them. He flexed his fingers trying to wiggle out, but in the end they stayed put. "Not much. I could probably slide them along the bar, but they're not coming off."
"Good," Sousuke said as he stripped his sweaty sleeveless shirt off and wiggled out of his track shorts.
He climbed back on the bed and this time he had absolutely no desire to tease much. He seated himself back on Makoto's legs and squirted lube in his palm, slicking up a few fingers before reaching up to Makoto's ass.
Makoto jumped at the cold touch, looking back, and clearly a bit confused. Sousuke crawled back over him. But his hand stayed at Makoto's ass, he rubbed against the puckering hole before pushing the two fingers in.
Makoto shivered underneath him. His forehead rested on the sheets, up on his elbows still, making his shoulder blades hunch over him.
Sousuke bent down, kissing at Makoto's nape, running his teeth over the peak of his spine. He leaned forward just enough to speak at Makoto's ear. "Different rules this time around."
He worked his fingers in particularly fast, digging in and up against Makoto's prostate. He was still beautifully sensitive, gasping and his back arching into Sousuke writhing with the action. His head lifted just slightly and Sousuek saw those lush green eyes as they glazed over. It took so little to make Makoto start moving into him and grinding did seem to be their favorite way to fit together-well so far.
"I'm going to fuck you." Sousuke went on. "Except now I want to hear every little whimper and whine from you." He nuzzled up against the back of Makoto's neck.
"Uh," Makoto let out his eyes opening as tried to breath evenly.
Sousuke made sure his hand made that harder, curling and fucking and teasing at Makoto's insides. "Yeah?" Sousuke asked punctuating it with another thrust in.
"Nhhnnn," Makoto bit out, just barely getting the sound out, he closed his eyes, swallowed and then tried to speak again. "It's not even noon, on a Saturday."
"Yup." Sousuke smiling, kissing Makoto's nape again. "Bit too early for your indulgence?"
Makoto shifted under him, laughing. "No it's-there are still a lot of people in their rooms."
Sousuke leaned in again this time right against his ear. "I want to hear how much you really like what I do," he pulled his fingers from Makoto's ass smoothly, running them slick up to his tailbone and tracing against it. "Or I make you suffer."
Those green else's were still a bit unfocused as Makoto licked his lips. "I don't-" he took a deep breath, Letting his head drop back between his arms.
Sousuke shifted away. Was this-maybe Sousuke was pushing too far. He slide up on to an elbow, "hey," he started.
He was unfortunately started as Makoto looked up and kissed him, leaning over almost to his side to manage it. Sousuke let a growl hum through the kiss as he bit back into those ripe red lips.
"Alright," Sousuke hummed next to Makoto's lips. He slide back against Makoto, this time letting his dick slide up against Makoto's ass. He leaned up feeling the rush of arousal, exactly what he wanted. It was shaking through his limbs and making things so much easier to deal with.
He smeared another gooey gob of lubricant at Makoto's entrance before he returned his fingers. He pushed two in, thrusting shallowly.
The first real sound from Makoto slipped out then, a gasping whimper. Sousuke reached around and under him stroking at his cock.
And in the next second they were moving together, Makoto rocked back into Soususke hand and Souske leaned forward over Makoto. It was a bit disjointed Maktoto rocking just a bit out of time as Sousuke added a third finger, doing less to make him moan and stretching him.
Makoto still gasped as he moved and Sousuek felt-he wasn't even sure like he was so present in the moment and so not even there. He let his eyes hood as he rest his forehead against Makoto's shoulder and moved with him.
It was slow at first as Souske removed his hands and slide forward, he kissed at Maktos shoulder whispering something-he wasn't even sure what, but Makoto's own eyes were closed and he was whining, shifting his shoulders and turning his head to nuzzle into Sousueks hair. They both gasped audibly as Sosusuke finally slid in. The breathless whine Makoto let out was intoxicating as Sousuke slowly rocked forward, pressing in a bit more every forward thrust.
Then when it all clicked together they must have both felt it. Sosusuke hands wondered, and Maktos eyes closed, his breathing becoming ragged and they moved. It wasn't frantic just effortless, sliding together. Souske realized one of his hands was up at Makoto's neck, not caging him, just tracing along his throat, directing his head back so Souske could lean forward and claim his mouth in a brief kiss.
Sousuke wasn't sure he'd even wanted this till it was happening, they moved and ground into each other, pulling at each other to be closer, nuzzling at each other and whining and cooing into each others skin. It was like a haze was slipping through Sousuke and it felt amazing, like the world was fuzzing away and in return he was finally on the same perfect wave length as another person.
Makoto let out a bit of a louder cry, tugging at his hands so hard it shook the bed and Sousuke let out his own growl slamming back into Makoto. It was exhilarating both of their chests heaving as Sousuke clawed at the sheets and pulled his arms around Makoto.
"I said I want to hear you," Sousuke choked out as he started to really slam into Makoto jolting the frame of the bed every time.
Makoto's green eyes were so clear and so deep as he blankly stared ahead, nodding as he let a whining moan dribble from his open mouth.
He got his wish as Makoto dipped his head, "uhhhhhnnnn ahhhhh!" He let out as Sosusuke pound into him.
Soususke hands kept moving over Makoto, at one point Sosuke was pretty sure he was pumping Makoto off and then the next he'd realize his was threading one hand through Makots hair and then another a hand was extended out. He looked up at this, seeing his hand smooth over Makoto's bound ones, his fingers threaded through Makoto's and startled green eyes looked up at their locked hands as well.
Then it was hitting through Sousuke, so fucking unexpected he let out a strangled cry, "nnnauuuhhh!" His senses dimmed and then exploded, white exploding behind his waking eyes and he clutched as tight as he could to the boy underneath him.
"You're really different when you're mad at me versus when you're mad at-him." Makoto said from the bed. He was still laying back, his eyes closed and hair a mess. The sheet was over his waist, but legs haphazard and arms facing out, naturally fallen away from him.
"What?" Sousuke said sitting at the edge of the bed. He was just recovering, having pulled on his boxer briefs. he was getting ready to find a shirt and pants to shower. Glancing down at the sheets it would probably be better if he washed those too.
Then again his head still buzzed with what had just happened between them. He hadn't-that hadn't been planned. He thought he was frustrated. Sousuke thought he came up here to make Makoto beg at his feet, to feel a bit more in control of his life and it would all be good they could move on from there. But god damn what they had done instead-looking down at his fingers they were still tingling. It wasn't even the orgasm. The orgasm was certainly awesome, it always was but that's not what it had even.
He looked back to Makoto. He had to be feeling it too. He was speaking to Sousuke freely, not the usual nervous sputter of curated words. And God his skin looked so perfect, so smooth. Sousuke could still fucking taste it, feel it. And not only that it felt different, every time with Makoto felt different but this time-he had this twinge like he'd brushed up against something really remarkable.
Makoto didn't open his eyes just hummed, but it was enough bring Sousuke back as Makoto spoke, "when you do me, it's different depending on who you're mad at."
He sounded so nonchalant about it. Like maybe-maybe he really didn't care about what they did. It was a bit of a hit to Sousuke that he didn't expect. He furrowed his brow. He was still a bit curious. "How?"
Makoto smiled, "you're more forceful when it's me. If I make you mad you barely talk to me, just take what you want. You don't care what I do then as much." He shrugged. "If it's someone else, you like control more, and to tell me what to do."
"Huh," Sousuke huffed. He was a little-he didn't want Makoto to... "I don't- I mean," the other night it had been easier to out and say it. "I don't hurt you right?"
Maktot laughed then, almost mockingly, finally opening his eyes as he pushed up on an elbow to face Sousuke.
Sousuke felt his throat constrict as his brow lowered, "tachibana, I thought I made myself pretty fucking clear-"
This time Makoto's eyes went wide and he raised a hand, "no no!" He started quickly. He shook his head as Sousuke died off. "It's not like that," Makoto gave him a look, like it should be obvious. "You-you're a lot nicer person than you think."
"What do you mean by that?" Souske mumbled. He wasn't quite sure what to do with his hands then.
Makoto smiled that sad smile at him, the one Soueuke never understood but wanted so bad to figure out what the hell had caused it. "You take care of me, Sousuke." Makoto made very strict eye contact. "You could just leave right after, I wouldn't blame you," his voice cracked a bit. He swallowed hard before going on. "You stay every time, you make sure I'm okay, you make sure I'm not a mess. You've been doing that all along and it only intensifies when you're mad at me." He laughed. "When you're pissed I can't have barely two minutes alone."
Sousuke looked at Makoto, and found himself wishing that that sad smile was -a real one. It wasn't the one he wanted and he wasn't sure he knew how to change it. He leaned back on his elbow.
"It's not a bad thing," Makoto said after a moment of silence between them. "You don't take care of me half as much as you take care of Rin."
"What's that mean?" Sousuke shot out. Hadn't it been very clear Rin was an off limits subject?
Makoto let another sad smile pull on. "Nothing bad." He looked really sad this time. "The two of you are best friends and you dropped everything to come back here for him. If that's not taking care of Rin I don't know what it is."
Sousuke didn't say anything as he just listened.
Makoto looked away to the sheets. There was another long moment neither spoke before Makoto said something. "It's a really great thing to have a best friend like that, it's not a bad thing to want to do everything you can for them." He shook his head. "I don't know if there is anything in the world better than a friend like that."
Sousuke cocked his head. It was just another glimpse through the cracks, a look at what ever the hell it was that made a mess out of Makoto.
That's when there was a pounding on his door.
"Shit," Sousuke breathed, completely forgetting that he'd promised Rin he'd text him once he was showered. "Rin. "
Sousuke stood. Running a hand through his hair, he sprayed on more cologne than necessary and pulled on pants on his way to the door, rethinking he tossed Makoto some boxers.
Makoto just looked amused as he caught the boxers and slipped them on. He didn't bother getting out of bed, just flopped back amused. Sousuke rubbed on another shot of cologne just for good measure. He might not smell like his jog that morning, but Sousuke was pretty sure smelling like sex might be worse.
Adequately no longer scandalous, Sousuke opened the door.
"Whys it locked dude?" Rin asked as he stepped in. He wrinkled his nose as he stepped closer to Sousuke. He looked at him a bit dubiously. "I thought you were gonna text me!"
"I was!" Sousuke affirmed as he side stepped to get a shirt. He pulled something out of the VERY FRESH pile still even in the clean laundry basket, wasting no time in pulling it on. "I just got out of the shower. I was just getting dressed."
Rin stepped in, took a side long look at Makoto laying back, head under one arm and already snuggled up under the sheet. He was still so clearly fucking amused.
"You're having a late morning I take it." Rin chuckled as he flopped back on the bed.
Makoto shrugged. "I figured I could take the morning off."
Rin just hummed as Sousuke collected his things from around the room, finding socks and shoes and his wallet and -right, his belt was just right there next to Makoto's head. He snatched the belt from the bed, getting one of those looks from bright green eyes as he did so.
"Isn't this your bed Sousuke?" Rin seemed to suddenly remember.
Something told Sousuke, mostly experience, that Makoto couldn't lie, it seemed physically impossible, probably because he was an angel... So he took over on this one. "I lost a bet with him. He get's my bed for the weekend." He sighed. "I had thought I was gonna go home so it wasn't like I would lose anything, till you begged me to stay," he tossed Rin his jacket and Sousuke finished with his shoes.
Rin caught the jacket and chuckled. "You never win bets."
"Apparently not," Sousuke affirmed.
Rins brow furrowed. "You bet your bed?"
"I'm really bad at bets." Sousuke said monotone hoping that would answer the question. He grabbed his wallet and went to the door. "We going?"
Rin hummed as he stood up and right in front of Sousuke again. His nose wrinkled as he made a face. "That's- new colongue?"
Sousuke looked back in mock offense as he opened the door. "What? You don't like it?"
Rin took another sniff leaning closer. He shook his head as he leaned away. "No." He said it very frankly as he strode through the door.
Looking back to the bed one last time, Makoto had pulled the sheet up over him and was snuggled into Sousukes pillow. Sousuke stifled the urge to step forward and kiss Makoto before he left. Instead he did lean forward enough to hook the bottom of the sheet and pull it from its wrinkled mess out and over Makoto's feet.
As he did, Makoto's bright green eyes opened as he gazed at Sousuke. It wasn't exactly happy, but it was-satisfied and just a bit knowing. Right, taking care of him again.
"Hey!" Rin called from the hall, "let's go!"
Sousuke gave Makoto a wave before yelling back, "I'm coming!" He closed the door behind him and followed after his best friend. He wasn't sure if he managed to clear his head or make it worse.
Yeah that's right, at the first there y'all's were probably like, which sports anime is this for? Love swimming? What?
See you next water time.
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