Chapter Four: Bottled Love
Dedication: FoamyMouthGuy for the idea.
Word Count: 1,483
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Haru was both physically and emotionally spent from the meet with the waterfall. Just seeing it made him want to burst into tears. He had thought that long ago he had gotten over his emotions for the waterfall. Apparently not, the bitterness still remained, and his heart had started to throb again. Though he was not actually entitled to feel upset if he cared to take a closer to look at his own actions. He cheated on basically everyone he'd ever been in a relationship with. Not that there'd really been a relationship with something that wasn't a body of water, but still that's not the point. Of course, it wasn't his fault. He couldn't help but splash around. It's why his open relationship with the ocean was the only one that had really worked out for a decent amount of time. However he still felt badly about some of those he had splashed around with. Maybe that was why the ocean wanted to break up, maybe it just didn't have enough faith in their relationship with Haru being the way he is.
He was thirsty, and he wanted his thirst gone, he wanted it quenched immediately. Thirsty in more ways than just one. There was no way he could go back to the waterfall, it was just starting to get cloudy over head, and he wasn't close enough to his house to go to tub right away. He needed to do something sexual, and fast. It was at that point that he remembered he had brought a bottled water with him. Just what he needed, though it wasn't everything he wanted in a partner, water bottles had many advantages. Quite portable, one could go multiple rounds all by itself, and they were cheap. He dry swallowed, anticipating what was to come, and then licked his lips slowly. He rummaged through the bag he had brought with him, eyes finally resting on his prize. It looked good enough to drink, and Haru planned to make the best out of it.
He brought it up to his mouth than bit down lightly on the cap, twisting it mostly off, then putting it back on a little, just to tease it. Finally, he took it all the way off and carefully put it into his pocket. Making his lips into a seal around the top, he sucked. The water splashing down his throat now that the one barrier between him and it was gone. He just sucked harder, the water gushing down his throat made him moan. He tilted his head back trying to get more, he could get enough. The thin plastic of the bottle started to contract, signaling he should stop, and that it was the end. However, he just kept going. Never stopping to breathe, not even thinking, he drained the water bottle. It was now empty and deformed, but he didn't notice it right away. His mind was still with the waterfall. When he finally came down to earth, he looked down. His face displayed dismay and horror when he realized that he had drained the water bottle completely, he had meant to make it last, draw it out. Tease the water bottle, maybe stop it from completely finishing by blocking the small flood gate with the tip of his tongue. He knew what he had to do.
He had to find somewhere to refill it to start again, maybe a water fountain. That was definitely a con to the water bottle. Most of his other loves had no refractory period. Tub did if you drained it, each time, but Haru didn't do that a lot, so it was almost always ready for him. Rain could be said to have one, but Haru generally thought of the pause between rain more of the rain not being horny, so that didn't fit either. The outdoor pool did in a sense, he wasn't allowed to swim in the pool once it's closed, since a lot of the water gets drained. The ocean, and waterfall didn't, and they were some of his best lovers. How did he end up like this? When did he start going for cheap things more than real love? Haru brushed these questions aside, he didn't care. At this time he really couldn't complain about what was available to him. He was having issues and he needed them solved, though he wasn't exactly drowning in pleasure. It was a turn on though, but he couldn't do anything about that in public without having a run in with the police. That was definitely something he didn't want to have to deal with again.
Greedily, he licked his lips, bringing the last few drips into his mouth. He wanted more, he needed more. He needed all the water in the world to make him feel better. If only because all the water in the world would include bother the waterfall and the ocean. Sadly, the chances of that happening were to low for him to even hope for it. He could dream about it though. For now, he just had the water bottle. The water bottle was one of the only forms he had to do oral in front of other people, and just thinking of other people looking at him, not realizing the intimacy of the moment sent shivers down his spine. When it got to that point, he didn't even care that the water bottle never reciprocated it, it was worth it anyway.
He began to walk towards a water fountain where he knew he could get a refill. He could barely wait to go another round with it, then a round after that, and one after that, and one after that. He wanted, no, he needed it. He had to lose himself in thoughts not related to the waterfall. He had to distract himself. The water bottle was perfect, and easy to use, another reason to like it.. Another reason he liked it so much was because he treated the water bottle, not himself. It made him feel like he wasn't just taking everything from the relationship all the time, he just had to have a greater sense of awareness with it, be more cautious and as long as he made sure he was never overly rough with it and all would work out.
Ten minutes later, he arrived at a water fountain, and tried to refill it. Again and again and again he tried to fill it. He collapsed to his knees, crying. Haru was getting aroused by his own tears, he couldn't help it, he loved water of all shapes, sizes, and concentrations. Even though he didn't want tears to turn him on, they still did. It was awkward anytime he had to comfort someone. He looked at his hands in dismay, cradling the water bottle. How could he have done this? He had been too rough, the water bottle was no longer able to go back to normal when he tried to put water into it. It made slight crinkling and pop sounds, but it never inflated fully. It's lifeblood refused to go back in, and although a water bottle could last almost forever without any water in it at all, it still had to follow the rules of life and death with water. Once something could no longer contain any, it died. He had tried to give it life and failed. Made it so that it can't be brought back to life, it would never be the same. He cradled the water bottle in his arms as he shook, still getting aroused by his tears.
Shakily he stood, he had to get back. Had to drown himself in pleasure to push aside all this guilt he felt about the atrocity he had committed. All he ever wanted to do was love water, and he just wanted his ocean back. He had the water bottle water on his hands. Literally and figuratively, he had spilled slightly while gulping down the water as fast as he could. He didn't really know what to do, so he chose to stagger back to his house, the bottle still in his arms. He slowly went to the backyard of his house, and delicately, as if it was glass and ready to shatter at any moment, placed the water bottle down next to a patch of dirt. He began to use his hands to dig a hole, and once he found it deep enough, he gently picked up the bottled in his hands, looking at it. The flawless, beautiful, angel of a water bottle he had lusted after was now deformed, poor, and dead. He caressed the unlucky water bottle once he had finished arranging it in the shallow grave. He proceeded to cover it in a thin layer of dirt. As he did so, it once again began to rain…
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