THE SLEEPOVER

Chapter 3 "Licks"

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"Pocky?"

"Get that thing away from me," spat Rin angrily, smacking away Nagisa's hand from the space directly in front of his mouth. After all those years he spent abroad, the redhead had almost forgotten how unfathomably carefree his old blonde teammate was. Nagisa could play jumprope with divisions of personal space. Back in the days when Rin's own personality had pretty much matched Nagisa's, proximity hadn't been a problem… Ten years later that was a different story. It's not that he hated the boy, on he contrary he couldn't quite shake away the feelings of fondness he had come to have for the kid he used to swim with. He just annoyed him to no end and didn't want him close to him.

Nagisa's bright smile didn't falter, though. He suddenly turned away from the taller teen and almost somersaulted towards Haruka, who had chosen to sit as far away from Rin as possible the second he got back from the kitchen. The movie had finished and credits were rolling, Rei being the only one still paying attention to the words on the screen.

"Haru-chan, pocky?" he repeated his question, this time holding out the same stick of pocky he had been about to shove down Rin's throat and smearing the creamy pink tip over Haru's chin.

Not finding the words to refuse him, Haruka flinched back and started rubbing furiously at his chin with the back of his hand.

"Oi, Nagisa," spoke up Makoto from the side, "You already ate eight slices of pizza including three of mine and you've still got room to eat?" he said, looking up at the smiling teen. "And I thought my metabolism was good."

Nagisa brightened up even more at this, "Where does it all go, right?" he said, turning on his heels as if giving his friends a little show. "Of course I'm not half as muscled as I'd like to be, unlike you, Mako-chan, Haru-chan, even you Rin-chan!" he continued as he turned around to face the scowling redhead. "Now that I mention it, Rin-chan's got a great bod! Has anyone else noticed? He's probably the most in shape out of all of us."

At that, the petite blonde crawled towards Rin once again and began a close inspection of the teen's bulging muscles through the fabric of his shirt, his nose a few inches away from touching him. "Rin-chan, you should be a model!" he suddenly said after short consideration.

"He should be a model," Haruka found himself thinking, he had been drawing circles on the floor with his finger before briefly looking up at his friends only to awkwardly look away and swallow what appeared to have been the slightest hint of a sigh, finally staring at the space between his nose and the rest of the world. He didn't notice Makoto's eyes following his every move.

Rin turned his head sideways to glance at him through the corner of his eye, eyebrow raised. "Nagisa…" he stated through gritted teeth, in all truths he had reached the limits of his proximity issues and was about to shove the petite blonde away when Rei stood up directly in front of the TV and turned to face his friends, his expression solemn.

"The first film is officially over," he said getting everyone's complete attention. "I think it's time to decide what we should watch next."

Gou, who had excused herself to take a call suddenly returned to the room, phone in hand and headed straight for her brother.

"Onii-chan," she said, handing out her phone, "mother's on the phone and wants to talk to you."

The redhead sighed and stood up, taking the phone away from the girl and heading for the door when he felt a hand snake around his own wrist with unexpected strength.

"Rin-chan," Nagisa almost whined, "how are we supposed to choose the next film without you?"

The taller teen effectively shook him off with one thrust of his arm and walked out of the room mumbling something that sounded a lot like 'whatever'.

"Since Rin-chan-san has forfeited his vote there's no more need for violence, I propose we write down the names of the movies on three pieces of paper and pick one out of a hat." Rei spoke, all seriousness in his voice.

Gou squealed and went to sit at the table. "That's a great idea! Haruka-sempai, do you have a hat we could use?" she asked, excitement oozing through her words.

Haru turned and thought for a second but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Makoto's voice.

"Does it really have to be a hat?" he asked. "We could just fold the papers and roll them around on the table."

"Mako-chan! It has to be a hat! Otherwise it's bad luck!" Nagisa spoke up almost outraged.

"It's fine. I think I might have a cap," Haru said, his tone expressionless. "Is that ok?"

"Perfect!" beamed the two shortest of the group.

Haruka took it as a signal and headed upstairs towards leaving his friends behind, the conversation they were having completely lost once he reached his bedroom door.

As he walked in the first thing that caught his eye was Rin's tall figure silhouetted against the window next to his bed. He had just finished his call and was about to put the phone in his pocket when he turned and spotted the dark-haired youth at the door, hand on the doorknob and an expression like a fish out of the water.

Getting over the initial surprise, Haruka walked a few steps toward his closet, intently looking away from the redhead. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Rin could hear a small quiver in his voice.

"Needed a bit of quiet," he replied, shrugging once. "You?"

"Nagisa wants a hat," Haru spoke, rummaging through some things in his closet.

After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Haru finally spotted the cap at the back and pulled it out, turning it in his hands a couple of times.

"Is everything ok?" the dark haired teen asked, turning around and facing Rin, who hadn't budged an inch, surprised to notice that the redhead was glaring daggers at him. Haruka froze and found himself unable to look away.

"Why do you look at me like that?" Rin broke the silence, his voice low but definitely steady.

Haruka knew perfectly well what he was talking about. Of course he had noticed, how could he not have noticed? The staring and the looking away, the blushes that coloured his face every time Rin was at touching distance. Only problem was he didn't quite know the reason. It had begun the moment he had set eyes on his former rival that night they broke into the abandoned swim club. He suspected it, but he wouldn't bet his life on it. With nothing to reply, the water-loving boy just stood there, surprised at his own ability to hold his friend's gaze.

A second of silence, then a few more. But Matsuoka Rin wasn't known for his patience and tentatively took a few steps towards the slightly shorter teen before him, who appeared to have sprouted roots. He stopped a few feet away from the other figure who was miraculously still holding his gaze.

"Stop looking at me like that," Rin spoke once more, only this time his voice was barely above a whisper.

Nothing. Rin wondered if all those years of pleasure swimming without googles had something to do with the fact that Haruka was not even blinking.

Taking a deep breath, Rin closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he opened them again his expression had completely changed to one of pure anger and he quickly closed the distance between their two bodies, forcefully taking hold of Haruka's shirt and pushing him backwards to pin him against the closet door. The second the dark-haired youth's back made contact with the wooden surface, Rin's right hand grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back while his left had a firm grasp around his throat.

Haru's eyes widened in absolute shock and his mouth opened slightly in order to catch that breath that Rin had literally taken away, his right hand furiously holding on to the cap he had been toying with only a second ago.

Rin closed his eyes and inched his head towards the other boy's, sniffing his neck and brushing the tip of his nose against Haru's chin.

"Stop looking at me like that," he whispered, earning a shudder from the boy he had pinned against the closet. "Otherwise… I can't control myself." His tone had softened, contrary to his grasp that was still as strong as ever.

A soft thud was heard and Rin tentatively looked down to find Haru's white cap on the floor. A fraction of a second later, Rin felt a pair of warm hands lightly brushing the skin around his waist where his shirt had shifted and left exposed from their current position. Feathery touches, shy and experimental. The redhead teen looked up at his former rival's half-lidded eyes and would have faltered if he hadn't been pinning his weight on his arms.

"Don't start something you won't finish," Rin threatened through pointy gritted teeth, suddenly looking away from those mesmerising blue orbs, failing to control the shudder caused by slender fingers snaking their way towards his rock-hard abs.

"You started it," Haru whispered back sounding much more confident than he actually felt.

For a second there, something like a smirk appeared on Rin's face exposing his sharp canines. The look he gave the dark-haired swimmer would have made Haru's knees give in if Rin hadn't closed his eyes almost instantly. He suddenly pressed his body against Haru's front, connecting at the hips. Something wet made contact with his chin and the familiar sensation of Rin's tongue drew a soft moan out of him.

Here he was, licking him again, only slowly, teasingly, unlike last time that had been quick even though it had felt like an eternity to Haru. This time Rin was taking his time, pressing down against his crotch. The redhead's hands had shifted and he was now holding Haru's head, twisting him back and sideways to better lick his way towards his lower lip, which he instinctively started to suck.

"You mean this?" he whispered between nips and licks.

Haru's own lack of response other than deep intakes of breaths and shudders became very apparent to the dark-haired youth, finally deciding to resume the gentle stroking of his former rival's exposed skin in complete submission.

"Rin…" he managed to moan before his mouth was suddenly trapped in a devouring kiss. His first real kiss. It was far from being gentle, it was needy and lustful. Rin's sharp teeth occasionally biting down on his tongue, his lower lip, then resuming stroking the other's tongue with his own. It was sloppy and loud, but it was all Haru could do not to fall down on his knees. Probably sensing the other's sudden lack of strength, Rin's hands left Haru's face and snaked around his waist, pinning him harder against the closet door and securing their position. Haru responded by pulling him closer and locking his arms around the other boy's slender waist.

The kiss ended and they both took a second to catch their breaths before Rin's sharp teeth found their way to Haru's jawline, nipping and sucking forcefully. Haru moaned softly and his hands instinctively continued stroking Rin's muscled shoulder blades.

"Rin…" completely unaware of the sounds he was making, which he would have otherwise found mortifying, Haruka melted into the other's embrace and succumbed to his ministrations, all sense gone from this world.

But the world is unfair and as soon as it started, just like last time, it ended, leaving Haru flushed and completely breathless. Rin took a few seconds to catch his breath before untangling himself from the other boy's embrace, his expression unreadable.

"R-Rin?" Haru tentatively asked.

"We should head back," he responded. "Before Nagisa bursts into the room looking for you."

"Shit," Haru thought, having completely forgotten the rest of his teammates waiting for them downstairs.

"Don't give me that look," Rin added at the look he saw in Haru's eyes. "You'll thank me later," he continued. Before Haru had even registered those words, Rin's head disappeared downwards and crouched, his face directly in front of Haru's crotch, almost sending the shorter swimmer a mile into the air.

"Wha-" Haru yelped, mortified at the slightly panicky tone his voice had adopted, instinctively covering his half-hardened cock.

Rin stood back up holding Haru's cap on his hand and grinning madly.

"Don't forget this," he teased, evidently amused at Haru's flustered reaction. "You know, I kind of suspected you were into me," he continued as he began walking towards the door. "I just never thought you liked me that much."

Seriously considering becoming an ostrich and burying his head under the ground for the rest of his life, Haru blushed furiously and looked away, hoping the next film contained a lot, and I mean a lot of cold water.

A few seconds later, Rin walked back in to the living room with Haruka only a few steps behind looking horribly flustered and very self aware.

"What happened to you two? Nagisa was just about to go looking for you," Makoto spoke looking up at his friends.

Rin gave Haru a knowing look and turned back to face Makoto, shrugging. "Haru wanted to arm-wrestle," he replied.

"Eh?! Haru-chan! Why didn't you call us?" yelped an outraged Nagisa, jumping into the air towards his friend. "Is that why your face is so red?"

Haru reached to touch his face and found it to be abnormally hot.

"Cap," his monosyllabic reply coupled with him pushing the cap directly against Nagisa's face was all they got out of him for the next few minutes.

After placing several pieces of paper into Haruka's cap and Gou drawing out the lucky winner, it was decided, much to Rin's displeasure, they would watch 'Titanic' next.

They all settled around the room like before, Haru resuming his place next to Makoto instead and the lights were turned off. As the movie began, Gou suddenly broke the silence.

"What did mother want, by the way?" she asked his brother.

Rin shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. "Wants me to walk you to the station later, she'll pick you up there, you're not allowed to stay the night." The young girl beamed, she knew she had to return home but never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined his brother would comply with walking her back.

"Thank you, Onii-chan!"

Rin nodded almost imperceptibly and his gaze shifted towards Haru who had been staring at him yet again. They exchanged a knowing look before turning back to the TV.

"Oh and before I forget," Nagisa spoke up, "who won?" he asked, referring of course to Rin and Haruka's 'arm wrestling' match from before.

The redhead smirked knowingly.

"Draw."

Well that was that! The third chapter and we're finally getting a little bit of action. I know the first part of the chapter was a little tedious, especially compared to what happened after, but I just wanna say that I love writing those funny bits as much as I like the kinkier parts, this group is just so much fun to write! This one was kind of written in a rush so didn't have time to double check, sorry if there's a bunch of mistakes there.

Stay tuned for next chapter!

Spoilers: A bathroom break, mwahaha.