The first chapter was based on a prompt sent to me on Tumblr from an ask meme floating around. I received a few other prompts after posting the first one and decided to add them to the same fic. The chapters will be stand alone fics rather than a continuing story, but I hope you enjoy each one!
Here's some SouRin for you!
Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.
"Hey Sousuke, can I tell you something?" Rin's arm is tight around his waist as he clings to him in his drunken stupor.
"Go ahead." Sousuke can feel exactly where his fingertips clench at his shirt, exactly where his thumb rubs over his ribcage and his fingers drag and pull over his skin through the thin blue material. He knows Rin hadn't intended to go beyond tipsy, but at some point Sousuke had stopped paying attention to the potency and number of drinks Rin had ordered, only to realize - when Rin had nearly tried to strip down to his briefs and get into the fountain near the bar, a move Sousuke had absolutely no intention of letting Rin develop as a drunk habit - that Rin was drunk.
"You have really nice eyes." Sousuke just rolls his eyes at that, chastising himself for the fact that he'd opted for attempting to walk an overly affectionate, loud, drunk Rin back to his small, studio apartment in Sydney over hailing a cab, but they were almost there, slowly climbing the stairs without much struggle. "Like fucking gorgeous eyes."
Rin stumbles, cutting off Sousuke's quickly escalating, slightly panicked thoughts (Rin's hands really need to stop moving over his chest and ribs and stomach for one damn second) when his instincts kick in and he tightens his hold on his shoulder while his other hand grabs at Rin's waist.
"Rin, watch where you're—" He expects the hold to be momentary, but Rin's clutching at his good shoulder now, the fingers at his waist tightening around his shirt to the point where Sousuke's sure thatjust that spot is going to be wrinkled from where it fits into Rin's firm grip, the soft fabric holding the warmth of his hand and molding around it (not unlike himself with Rin, he thinks).
"Your turn, what do you like about me?" Rin continues, ignoring Sousuke's comment and edging them toward the cement wall of the stairwell behind him, his red gaze glazed over, breath heavy and warm against Sousuke's collarbone.
"I like a lot of things about you." It's a diversion, one Rin's not likely to buy, but it gives him a second more to processthis Rin, before his back hits the wall with a light thud.
"What in particular?"
It's not like this…dynamic is entirely new to them — for months, the tension between them had been beyond that of rivals, the sweetness between them beyond that of friends.
The teasing isn't new.
But Rin pushing himself into Sousuke, distracted and focused all at once, crimson eyes burning as he looks over every inch of him before making eye contact once more, certainly is.
Self-restraint be damned, he can't deal with Rin hanging all over him, slipping his hands under the fabric of his t-shirt and rubbing circles into his obliques with his thumbs. He groans, unintentionally, and a part of him wants to die for having let it slip out.
He wants this so badly.
"What do I like?" He releases the hold on Rin's shoulder, sliding his hand over the exposed skin at his neck and relishing in the gasp of breath he hears Rin inhale, before he slips his thumb over the red of Rin's lips.
"Your mouth."
Rin's eyes widen and he looks more sober than he's been for the entirety of this horrible yet wonderful walk back to his apartment, a pretty flush painting over his skin, down his cheeks, the column of his neck, the exposed skin of his collarbone, to under the neckline of his shirt. Sousuke wants to chase it down the rest of him, see how far the flush goes, but his attention is drawn back to Rin's lips, where he can feel each short, breathy puff of air against his thumb. The pleasant chills that ripple through Sousuke when Rin places the slightest kiss against the pad of his thumb leave him felling warmer than before, goosebumps he wonders if Rin notices covering his arms.
"I bet I like your eyes more." The words are slightly muffled under Sousuke's touch, but the competitive, childish bite is all there. Sousuke suspects he'd kick him in the shin right now if his legs weren't unsteady and slotted between his own.
"I doubt it. I think about your mouth a lot, Rin." He tilts Rin's chin upwards a bit more, loving the slight groan that escapes Rin's mouth, warm against his thumb. He knows where this is supposed to go, where he wants it to go. And damn, does he want to kiss him. "But…"
"But?" The repeated word comes with a raised brow and Sousuke could kick himself for what he's about to say, but…
"I want you to remember the first time we kiss." Rin's flush deepens and Sousuke claims that small victory for himself, even if he has just jumped head first into the tension that's been present, with only a vague idea of how to swim. "And I don't really want it to taste like all those shots you were doing…"
"Shut up, you drank a few of them, too." Rin pulls back, his hands slipping from beneath Sousuke's shirt. Sousuke misses the press of him against him already and wants to pull him back to him, back into him, but the moment is lost, for now. Rin tucks his hair behind his ear as he takes Sousuke's hand with the other, wavering slightly on his feet, pulling him up the last final stairs, fumbling with his apartment keys, before turning to face Sousuke once more. "But… tomorrow, right?"
Sousuke's waited for years, years full of missing, wondering, hoping he'd get the chance to just stand beside Rin again, let alone kiss him.
His smile grows and he squeezes the hand held tightly in his own; he's waited this long, he supposes he can wait one more day.
"Tomorrow."