Sorry for the extended wait, folks! I fell sick last weekend and am still feeling under the weather. x_x

Two things. Firstly, when I said M-rating, I meant that. This chapter is NSFW, etc.

Secondly, I'm pretty fluid with positions. This chapter just happened this way, but it's not going to happen the same way every time.

Now that I've teased you with notes...the REAL reason I wrote this fic.

"That was not a yes to this," Rin growled. Haru, and this was fast becoming a habit, ignored him. Admittedly, if Rin had a gasping nearly naked Makoto sprawled under him, he probably would have ignored everything else, too.

Once they were back, Haru had been quite unabashed about taking them to the living room overlooking the garden, briskly laying out the futons together. Makoto had the grace to blush, but all he added was for Haru to close the screens, which also went ignored because Haru chose that moment to draw Makoto down to the futon and kiss him senseless.

Haru had stripped the moment the futons were laid out and was dressed only in his jammers. (Rin planned to have a talk with Makoto about that particular habit.) Rin's shirt was draped carelessly over the TV where Haru had tossed it. Makoto's shirt was flung somewhere, possibly in the garden. His pants were hanging by one ankle, which Haru was now pulling off impatiently.

"Rin," Makoto gasped, and Rin crawled forward to catch his name on Makoto's lips as it was repeated. "Haru, slow down—"

Haru's tongue down one's throat was quite effective as a gag. Rin should know; Haru had used it on him before. Speaking of Haru's tongue down Makoto's throat. The fact his thought from weeks ago turned out prophetic was a faint triumph in Rin's mind. But before they went any further, particularly if Haru never dated before, they should probably establish some ground rules. Preferably before Haru climbed on top of Makoto and started grinding away. Because Haru looked like he was contemplating exactly that.

"Oy, Haru, let Makoto up. I have to ask something."

Haru pulled away only with visible reluctance, and turned to Rin with a look smoldering in his eyes, that Rin had better make this worthwhile. Rin shook his head. Hormonal, frustrated virgins, oy. What would they have done without him? "How far do you want to go?" he asked, both to Haru and to Makoto. He'd gone all the way before, on both ends. He highly doubted Makoto or Haru had.

Makoto looked like he was having trouble getting enough oxygen to his brain to think, but managed to sit up. "I was going to ask you the same." Makoto's voice was remarkably steady for someone whose eyes were currently only thin rims of green around wide pupils. "It's not just me and Haru, you know. What do you like, Rin?"

Rin's eyes were drawn to Makoto's front like iron filings to a magnet. More specifically, the bulge straining against the cotton briefs. He'd only had a chance to feel it through layers of clothing before, but it was probably impressive. The thought of Makoto's cock in his ass sent a jolt of hot desire wash through him, and Rin let out a sound he refused to call a whimper. Haru was watching him closely, though, and Rin nearly jumped out of his skin when Haru unceremoniously stuck a hand down his pants. The touch was a little too rough, but it was hard to mind when Haru's intention was clearly to pull his pants off. Haru disengaged only long enough to throw the offending garment across the room. Then, Haru was pushing him forward until he was nearly on top of Makoto, who pulled him close like it was already second nature. Makoto's hands, large and warm, were skimming down his back, but careful not to stray too far down his spine. Rin whined in frustration, wanting those hands lower.

Haru must had learned to read minds from all his crazy conversations with water or something, though, because he grabbed Makoto's hands and dragged them lower until they settled on Rin's ass. "Rin liked it before, when I touched him here," Haru commented, kneading his hips just so, and Rin turned liquid under his hand, swaying with the touch. Makoto's hands squeezed lightly, the motion unconscious, almost abortive, and Rin moaned and squirmed, needing more.

"You can—" Rin wasn't sure who he was addressing now. Either one. Maybe both. "You can—put it inside. If you want."

Makoto was holding back, Rin thought the next moment, breathless and dizzy, when Makoto squeezed his ass hard. Makoto immediately let go with an apology, but he didn't quite take his hands off Rin's ass, either, by which Rin guessed Makoto definitely had an interest in Rin's offer. Haru was pressed against his side, mouth mapping Rin's shoulder, and Rin shook his head, trying to clear his desire-fogged mind. Something about the logistics of having three people, because if Makoto was inside him, where did that leave Haru?

"Makoto." Rin had a moment of déjà vu, seeing the two of them seemingly communicate entirely with a short exchange of looks. Whatever their telepathic discussion was about, Haru settled it with an infinitesimal shake of head. "Rin first, today."

Rin wondered if he was supposed to understand what that meant when Makoto lay back and Haru unceremoniously pulled off Rin's boxers without so much as a warning. Before he could get indignant, however, Makoto was already pulling at him, Haru pushing at the same time, guiding Rin to straddle Makoto. That finished, Makoto turned toward Haru. "Haru..."

Whatever Makoto meant, Haru seemed to divine it. Without a word Haru rose and disappeared, leaving Rin gasping into Makoto's mouth as Makoto kissed him, unhurried and thorough. When Haru returned, Makoto smiled and extended a hand toward him, which Haru took. Makoto brought their joined hands to his lips, leaving a kiss on Haru's knuckles. Then, Haru was behind him again, palms moving over Rin's bare ass. "You'll have to talk me through," Haru murmured in his ear, and Rin shivered, more at the tone than the words.

Rin was about to ask just what he would have to talk Haru through when fingers, slick with something cool and slippery, touched his entrance. "Ah...!" Rin arched, startled and turned on, and twisted to look at Haru, who looked back at him with a completely serious expression. Ah. So that was what Haru meant by talking him through. Rin felt a fierce heat wash over his neck and chest, spreading up to his face, and let out a gasped curse. He'd have to – explain what to do. In words. So Haru could prepare him while Makoto – dressed only in briefs with his cock poking its head out – watched them from below. Fuck.

Haru's fingers circled Rin's entrance again, spreading whatever he was using or possibly just teasing Rin. Knowing Haru it was a toss-up. "Rin," Haru said, drawing out the simple sound to a question. Rin shuddered, feeling Haru's fingers dip, just hard enough to press into his opening, too turned on to care about goddamned logistics anymore. "Rin."

"Put—fingers in me," Rin gasped out, some semblance of coherence returning to his mind. It had been a while. Tempting as it was to just have Makoto shove it inside, tomorrow was a school day and he'd regret it sorely when it came to club practice. "Take it slow. Fuck—!" Rin's voice cut off in a moan when Haru's finger pushed past the ring of muscles. No hesitation, only certainty. It burned, a little, the unanticipated stretch, but he'd done this before. Rin knew he could convince his body to stop panicking, relax and enjoy the hard stretch of something foreign inside. "More, Haru. Deeper," Rin instructed, and felt Haru comply, pushing in two fingers, not pausing until they were inside as deep as they could go. Haru gave him a round of shallow thrusts, and Rin nearly swallowed his own tongue, shaking with an incoherent sound in his throat.

Makoto sat up on his elbows to reach Rin's mouth, and Rin moaned openly. Makoto's hands were on him, steadying him. "Are you okay?" Makoto asked, his hand on Rin's cock so much gentler than Haru's earlier, but Rin was too close and could only shake his head.

"Too close," Rin gasped, and Makoto stopped fondling him, moving his hands to knead at Rin's hips instead, fingers caressing just hard enough to press into skin. Even that made him shudder. His body was too sensitive, it'd been too long, and Makoto was staring up at him like a starving man offered a feast. Rin was so turned on it hurt. Haru kissed him between shoulder blades, and Rin arched his back, spine flexing. Then Haru pressed another finger inside and curled them, touching the place inside that set off fireworks along his nerves, and Rin cried out sharply. The hell – and Haru had never done this before? Either Haru had one hell of an imagination (and that was hard to picture), or someone had done some research about this. Haru did that again, and Rin had no breath to cry out this time. "Stop. Too..." he gasped out, and mercifully, Haru stopped, sticking to shallow thrusts which dwindled to half-turns.

Makoto's thumb brushed over a hipbone tenderly as he watched Rin in visible concern. "Are you sure you're ready? We can finish it this way. We've got time."

Trust Makoto to be concerned more about his partner than himself. If Makoto's eyes weren't so dark and firmly fixed where Haru's fingers penetrated Rin, one might even have believed him. But Rin wasn't going to waste his first time with them, he'd wanted this too long. So Rin shook his head adamantly. "Just – do it."

Having an extra partner was good for at least one thing, like undressing the other partner when Rin was too distracted to do it himself. Haru took off Makoto's briefs with much more gentleness than he'd used with Rin, which was interesting, if not quite unexpected. Then Haru reached over to slick Makoto's cock, and Rin could watch Makoto close his eyes and let his head fall back with a groan. Mm, pretty. Makoto's throat worked while Haru stroked him, presumably to slick him up, but for all Rin knew, Haru could be doing it for the same reason Rin would: to watch Makoto moan and tense under his touch. God, but Makoto was gorgeous like this.

Finally, however, it seemed Haru was done teasing them both, and pushed Rin's hips down. Rin swatted at his hands. "I got it," he said, a bit annoyed. Honestly. He was the experienced one here.

"I want to," Haru said simply, and Rin couldn't help softening at that. Still, Haru at least knew enough to back off and let Rin take it at his own pace for the next part. Rin took a deep breath and reached for Makoto's cock – impressive as expected – and pressed until he felt his muscles give. It ached, a little; it had been a while and Makoto wasn't small, but he was too impatient to take this slower. He held himself still, letting his body open up a little more, then sank down. Probably faster than he should, but then since when did Matsuoka Rin ever do what he was supposed to? He leaned forward to rest his hands on Makoto's chest, his body shaking a bit too much to continue without a break, and heard Makoto let out a strangled groan. Rin looked at him, at the tight expression of wonder, arousal and desperation. In effort not to move, Rin realized with exasperated affection. To give Rin time to adjust. Then – and Rin was really beginning to suspect Haru was evil changeling and possibly a latent sex maniac – Haru slicked them where they were joined, making both of them moan. And Makoto's hands grasped him by the hips, and that seemed like a good signal as any. Tentatively, Rin rose up a little, then sank down, and holy shit. Rin moaned shamelessly, and did that again. And again.

"Makoto, move...!" Rin gritted out between moans. The next moment Makoto slammed upward, and Rin's voice rose sharply in pitch and volume. He was so full, speared open, almost skirting the edge of pain but never quite there, with jolt of pleasure lighting up his spin with each thrust. Someone was making obscene sounds, and Makoto was really grinding into him now. Rin jumped when Haru's fingers casually flicked over his nipple, so sensitive that even a light touch was almost too much. Haru's hand was bold, skimming over his stomach, tracing hard muscles there, then down, to fondle his cock with more care than before. Rin tensed, a sound too desperate to be called a moan torn from his throat, shaking. Makoto was making another strangled sound under him, hands tightening on his hips, but it seemed even Makoto's infinite patience was at an end. The next moment, Makoto pulled him down sharply, slamming against him now. His hips jerked helplessly between Makoto fucking him raw and Haru stroking him with a swift and sure touch. The pleasure was almost too much, enough to drown him. Haru's fingers plucked at a nipple, then moved to his lower back, stroking down, making him arch.

Then further down to trace the rim of flesh stretched wide around Makoto's cock, then pressed just so and the fingertips started to enter right along Makoto's cock.

Everything went white at that point, and Rin was conscious of nothing for what must had been seconds, but felt like an eternity. When he came to, Makoto was hammering against him desperately, and Haru had an arm around him, supporting him, keeping him mostly upright while Makoto ground hard into him and came with a sound like a scream with teeth clenched. Rin made a helpless sound, watching Makoto shudder underneath like he was falling to pieces in an exquisite agony of pleasure. Rin knew he would never forget that image for as long as he lived.

Then Haru gently lowered him, and Rin sank forward gratefully. He was pretty sure his limbs would not support his weight. Makoto was panting in his ear, skin hot and slick with sweat, chest heaving under Rin's. Makoto's cock was still inside him, and the thought made him tighten reflexively, like a jolt of awareness, until Makoto made a pained sound. "Rin," Makoto whimpered his name, and it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. Rin smiled, not bothering to open his eyes. "Are you...are you okay?"

"I don't think Rin was screaming from pain," Haru commented dryly from somewhere above them. Rin stirred, but found his body completely and totally uncooperative. "Given how hard he came."

Oh, so that was what the sticky mess on Makoto's belly was. He'd... Rin might have blushed if he wasn't glowing steadily already. "Fine," Rin mumbled. "Just...gimme a minute." His mouth was reasonably close to Makoto's ear. He was sure Makoto would get it. Either way Rin wasn't moving until he was good and ready. Makoto rubbed his back gently, which felt nice, and Rin was almost drifting when Makoto spoke again.

"Haru?" Makoto called softly. "What about – do you want to—"

There was someone else's hand running over his back, and Rin made a tired noise, not even bothering to twitch. But there was an inquiry in that touch. A question.

"I want to try that," Haru said, voice still quiet, but laced with a hint of something unfamiliar.

There must be something about Haru that sparks eternal feelings of rivalry in Rin. Either that or he had enough time to recover and his brain was now able to process nuances again. "With?" he drawled. Rin didn't think it would be a smart idea for either Makoto or Haru to go all the way on their first try. Well, they could, but would probably end up regretting it tomorrow.

Though it might be funny if Haru had to sit out on the club practice because he was too sore to swim.

"Rin," Haru murmured, voice lower, almost hypnotic, and the hand caressing his back had turned slower and more sensual. An enticement more than a question, now. Then Haru's hand moved down, and Rin couldn't mistake what Haru wanted.

Rin could refuse. Haru could press, and Rin suspected he would, but Rin could just say no.

"Haru, I don't think... Why don't I—" Makoto again.

Rin managed to lift his head on the second try. "Only if you want to take the day off tomorrow."

Makoto's hands massaged his lower back, soothing. "Will you be okay, Rin?"

Rin sighed. So much for the afterglow. He shifted and deliberately relaxed, letting Makoto slip out of him. A small hiss escaped him despite his effort. As mind-blowing as it had been, his body was beginning to protest. Makoto made a noise that was almost a whine, like a puppy being deprived of a favorite toy, and his mind was so very much not going there if Rin could help it. Rin sat up gingerly, surveying himself. He might end up with finger-shaped bruises in interesting places tomorrow, but hopefully those weren't noticeable at a quick glance. At least nobody left hickeys on his throat. Those would have made it way too obvious what he'd been up to over the weekend. "Unless Haru marked my back, yeah."

"I mean..." Makoto was blushing. Hard. "I didn't...hurt you, did I?"

For some odd reason the question embarrassed him and Rin looked away briefly to compose himself. They'd just had sex, though. He might as well be honest, particularly if they planned to make this a regular thing. "No. It's just been a while. I'll be a little sore tomorrow, but it won't be too bad." Haru was still keeping a hand on his back, though. And Haru had waited patiently. "Want me to blow you?" he asked Haru bluntly.

Haru looked from Makoto to Rin, then back to Makoto again. Makoto looked guilty, and gave a little wince, all but squirming under Haru's look. "I did say Rin first, today," Haru said finally, and Makoto looked rather relieved.

"Oh, not you too," Rin growled. It was bad enough Makoto was so good at guilt-tripping him into agreeing with whatever they wanted. Now Haru wanted to ride the guilt-trip-Rin-into-submission bandwagon too?

Also, it wasn't going to work, damn it.

Dependable Makoto was dependable, particularly when coming to a friend's rescue. "How about you do it with me instead?" Makoto cajoled, and it was disturbing how similar he sounded to the times he was trying to convince Haru to eat something other than mackerel. "What if Rin can't swim tomorrow?"

Ooh, big guns. If there was one thing that Haru couldn't bear, it was the thought of no swimming.

"Would you be able to anyway?" Haru asked Rin, almost innocent if it hadn't been for the context of the question. "Makoto's rather—"

Yes, Makoto was rather big, and no, Rin did not need the reminder, thank you very much. Rin groaned for what felt like fiftieth time that day. "You really wanna be inside me that much?"

Haru shrugged, but his blue eyes, when Rin caught them, were alight with interest. Stupid virgin idiots. Always with the reckless abstinence business until hormones addled their brains and left them desperate to jump the nearest warm body. "You were beautiful in the water," Haru said, and – okay, Rin hadn't expected that. That it was Rin that Haru wanted, not just sex. "And out of it. With Makoto," Haru added because he was a manipulative bastard. Rin really hadn't expected Haru to be any good at sweet-talking. Or maybe Rin was too easily seduced. "I want to see you like that again."

Now that was just plain unfair. Rin could almost feel his resolve weaken. But damn, Rin was hoping he could swim tomorrow. Well, he could, but he probably wouldn't be fast, which was worse. And he was still trying to convince Mikoshiba that he should be in the relay lineup for the nationals. But then Makoto really might try to fumble his way through with Haru. Ah, hell. Letting Haru have his way would be easier than trying to coach both idiots at the same time. Rin made a mental note to have Makoto and Haru look up the mechanics of anal sex for their next time. Hopefully they were both well acquainted with Google. Haru seemed to be, anyway.

"Just this once," Rin said gruffly. "And only because both of you don't know what you're doing. I'm not doing this again." With that obligatory disclaimer, Rin moved away from Makoto to lie down on his back. The look Haru gave him, half surprised and half uncertain, was enough to placate his ego, that Haru wasn't taking him for granted. Good. Matsuoka Rin didn't roll over for just anyone. With a smirk, he spread his legs, keeping his eyes locked with Haru's. "Well?"

Rin could have sworn Haru's eyes sparkled. Hand to God. Like sunlight striking water. Then they darkened, and Rin braced himself to be jumped, but instead Haru moved to kneel between his legs with surprising restraint. Next to him, Makoto sat up, peering down at Rin worriedly. "Are you sure you'll be—"

"Oh for... I'll be fine, you can blow me after if you're so worried," Rin snapped, but couldn't quite keep the affection from his voice.

"I'll try," Makoto promised so readily, Rin almost felt guilty before remembering blowjobs were a very, very good thing. One could never have too many of those.

Haru caressed his thighs just like he'd done in the pool before, but there was a whisper of uncertainty in his touch now. Rin let out a short and impatient sigh. "Haru, if you're not sure what to do, ask."

"Should I," Haru started, then halted. "Do the same thing as before?"

Rin lifted himself on his elbows to spear him with a look. "You mean stretch me? No. Just use more lube. I should be still..."

That was when Haru lunged at him and took his mouth. And there were strangled, obscene sounds escaping Haru. Okay, maybe that was a bit flattering, too. To have Haru lapping at him like he couldn't get enough. Enough incentive, anyway, for Rin to lean back, anticipation thrumming through him again with surprising urgency, like he hadn't come just minutes ago. Haru's slick fingers reached between his legs, but instead of going for his ass it went to his cock. Haru's grip was light, more gliding than pumping, but it still made Rin jump. Like he needed the additional stimulation. Like it wasn't enough to have Haru devouring him with his eyes like Rin was the most delectable dish of mackerel ever to grace his table. And Haru was going for his entrance with his other hand, spreading more lube and teasing with his fingers because Nanase Haruka was a fiend in disguise. Probably something aquatic. Then those fingers entered him, touching just deep enough to make him see stars. Rin was seriously beginning to suspect the whole Haru as an innocent virgin theory when Haru did it again, making him jerk with a gasp. And again.

"Haru," Makoto ground out, and he sounded thick even to Rin's distracted ears. "Stop teasing," Makoto finally managed, his hands caressing Rin's chest, running down his abdomen. Makoto was staring down at him like he wanted to do it all over again, and Rin strained upward, wanting Makoto's mouth on his again, and Makoto obliged him with an open-mouthed kiss, swallowing his moan. "Rin," Makoto whispered directly against his lips. "You're so beautiful."

It should have been embarrassing how happy that simple assessment made him. But Rin's spine was melting anyway, turning his body liquid under the warmth. Haru's hands were on his knees, urging his legs up and apart, and Rin complied easily. There was a tiny hint of tremor in Haru's hand when they smoothed over his thighs, which was deeply gratifying. The way Haru closed his eyes and bit his lower lip when Makoto reached over to help slick his cock shouldn't be so attractive, either. Rin held back a sigh and accepted the fact he was stupidly fond of both his idiot friends.

Rin was a bit sore when Haru entered him, but Haru wasn't quite as thick as Makoto. Hell, Rin had never had a partner who was quite as well built as Makoto. But the discomfort still made him wince, a little. His insides were hot, almost pulsing, and he could feel every inch sliding in deeper. Haru was shaking by the time he was fully inside, hunched over Rin, struggling to catch his breath. And a stray burst of tenderness made Rin reach up and caress the side of Haru's face. To his surprise, Haru turned his face to catch Rin's wrist with his lips. The next moment, shimmering dark blue eyes met Rin's.

That was all the warning Rin had before Haru pulled back and drove into him hard. Rin's surprised noise came out garbled and cut off, but damn if it wasn't hot, the way Haru stared down at him. And Rin's hips lifted on their own, moving against Haru in tandem, and then Makoto latched onto his mouth and he had no more breath to do anything but hold on desperately while Haru took him hard and deep.

Rin whimpered into Makoto's mouth, who was kissing him like he wanted to taste every sound Rin made. Haru, despite his clear impatience, did not move fast. But Haru wasn't gentle, either, each thrust deep and slow and rough, making Rin feel every inch of Haru's cock as it pulled out and pushed back inside with an exquisite burn. Rin nearly bit down on Makoto's tongue in his mouth, making muffled sounds, but Makoto only moaned back. When Makoto pulled away, his green eyes were alight with fresh arousal, and he shared a searing and surprisingly ungentle kiss with Haru.

Makoto split the time between kissing Rin and Haru, but Haru's attention, even as he continued to thrust into Rin, was now on Makoto. Rin found out why when Makoto moaned between kisses, and sounded just like when he was inside Rin. Makoto was stroking himself, watching Haru fuck Rin with unabashed and rapt attention. Then everything became a confusing mess again, with Makoto's fingers tangled in his hair and Haru's tongue in his mouth and someone's hand on his cock and Haru, fucking him harder and faster now, fire stroking along his nerves—

For weeks to come Rin would deny he screamed himself hoarse as he came hard for the second time in less than fifteen minutes.

Afterward – because there was always an afterward – they fell asleep together for a nap, arms and legs tangled in a heap. Rin woke up briefly and found himself sandwiched between Makoto and Haru, Makoto whose cheek was pressed against his hair and Haru who'd turned over in his sleep with an arm thrown over Rin. Makoto's face was lax in his sleep, looking very much like an overgrown puppy snoozing. Even Haru looked younger, expression untroubled and not so serious. Rin couldn't help the tiny smile that pulled at his lips.

For the first time in a long time, Rin went to sleep feeling happy and not alone.

Notes:

So I've got an editorial decision to make here. Technically, when I first started this fic, getting together was pretty much the sole purpose, which means the fic should have ended here. As I was writing it didn't, but the later chapters were dragging and boring, hence the not-finishing. Possibly there will be more smut coming at the end, but that's all up in the air. They're also not finished at this time, which means slower updates. I might be better off just stopping here.

I haven't decided yet, so I'm leaving this fic marked incomplete for the moment. If I decide to stop here, I'll come back and mark it complete. If not, we'll see. Feel free to consider this the end if you like. =)

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