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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Free!
  Relationship:
      Matsuoka_Rin/Nanase_Haruka
  Character:
      Matsuoka_Rin, Nanase_Haruka
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Locker_Room, Established_Relationship, No_Plot/Plotless, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-23 Words: 2304
****** Captaincy ******
by tastewithouttalent
Summary
     "Rin is sure this is the best idea he has had since Mikoshiba left
     him the captaincy." Rin takes advantage of some of the perks of being
     captain of the swim club, and Haru suggests some more.
Rin is sure this is the best idea he has had since Mikoshiba left him the
captaincy. There are other, important facets as well, responsibilities and
benefits and considerations, and he is taking all those very seriously, of
course. But he can also linger an hour after practice, wave the rest of the
team home while he sits at the edge of the pool and watches Haru swim, and by
the time the other boy surfaces back into awareness of his surroundings the sun
is starting to go down.
“Were you waiting?” Haru asks as he pushes himself up out of the pool. Water
pours off his skin, trickling down over his back so Rin can see the muscles
flexing under his skin as he moves. Haru may not be as deliberately well-
trained as Makoto, or Sousuke, or Rin himself, but times like this Rin can’t
say that he’s any less suited for what he does. He makes the motion look
effortless, like swinging himself up out of the pool is as easy as breathing,
and the fluidity of the motion is as breathtaking as the expanse of his skin so
it takes Rin a minute to take in the question.
“Yeah,” he says, because it’s true. He gets to his feet to follow in Haru’s
wake to the locker room, watches the liquid evaporate off the other boy’s damp
shoulders as they go, the careless flick of Haru’s hair as he shakes it back
out of his eyes. “It’s fine, though. You can’t swim this late back at Iwatobi,
can you?”
“Not with you,” Haru agrees, so casually Rin almost misses the comment on his
company. When it sinks in he looks sharply at the other boy, but Haru’s not
looking at him, just gazing ahead like he’s said nothing out of the ordinary.
“Well then, it’s fine,” Rin says, struggling for a semblance of his usual tone
as he tosses his hair back. “I didn’t have anything to do tonight anyway.”
“Do you have something to do now?” Haru asks. His tone is perfectly innocent in
and of itself, but he’s actively avoiding Rin’s eyes, now, the redhead’s been
watching him sideways for nearly a minute and Haru hasn’t so much as glanced at
him.
Rin shrugs, like it doesn’t matter. “Not really. Just lock up the pool when we
leave. Since it’s just us here.” That’s as carefully innocent as Haru’s, but
Rin is still watching so he catches when Haru’s eyes dart sideways at him.
“No one else?” Haru asks without looking away as they step into the main locker
room.
“Nope,” Rin says, and then Haru’s fingers close on his wrist and Rin’s turning
in, grabbing at Haru’s damp shoulder and shoving until the other boy’s back
hits the row of lockers. Haru’s smiling, just barely, tension tight at the
corner of his mouth when Rin comes in to press his mouth against the other
boy’s lips so he can taste the lingering chlorine of the pool. Haru’s mouth
opens instantly, his free hand comes up to grab at the back of Rin’s neck as he
arches up off the lockers to angle his hips against the other boy’s, and Rin
laughs low and delighted and nips at Haru’s lower lip.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for hours,” he sighs into Haru’s mouth. The
fingers at his neck pull hard, drag him in closer so he doesn’t miss Haru’s
murmured, “Why didn’t you?” even though it’s nearly too soft to hear.
“I thought you’d stop me,” Rin says honestly, though he’s revising his
estimation of that by the second even before Haru’s mouth lands on his
shoulder, Haru’s tongue slicks over his skin, and Haru says, “I was thinking
about sucking you off during the entire practice.”
All of Rin’s skin flashes instantly hot, like the damp still on his skin is
evaporating in a moment, and then Haru laughs, low and purring and sincere like
Rin almost never hears him, and whatever rationality was left in the other
boy’s head goes as all the blood in his body tries to rush to his cock at once.
“Oh,” he manages. “I’d hate to deprive you.” This time Haru’s laugh trembles
through his shoulders, Rin can feel the amusement under his hands. When Rin
pushes down at Haru’s shoulder, the other boy folds down to his knees without
being asked, drops down to the locker room floor with the same thoughtless
grace Rin usually only ever sees in the water. There’s something breathtaking
about such a clear visual of one of Rin’s favorite fantasies, Haru’s cool blue
eyes skimming over his bare skin while the other boy’s fingers drag at the edge
of the redhead’s swimsuit. It’s almost too perfect, so similar to his mental
image that for a minute Rin is trapped in a haze of disbelief, like he’s
slipped out of reality and into a dream while he wasn’t paying attention. But
then Haru leans in, sighs against Rin’s hip as he tugs the other’s swimsuit
down, and his breath is much warmer than Rin ever imagined it, makes the
redhead gasp and reach out to grab at the other’s hair without thinking.
He doesn’t know what he’s intending, at first. He’s half-thinking to pull Haru
back until he can get his breathing under control, can fight back the urge to
groan before the other boy’s even properly touched him. But Haru leans back
like he’s anticipating the pull, looks up at Rin like he’s waiting for
instruction, gazing up without turning his chin up so Rin can see how his
eyelashes cast his eyes into shadow. He doesn’t lick his lips, doesn’t flutter
his eyelashes, doesn’t do anything but watch Rin expectantly, but that’s all
the redhead needs.
“Jesus, Haru,” he blurts, his voice dragging high in the back of his throat.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
Haru blinks but doesn’t look away, just holds Rin’s gaze with such a total lack
of reaction that it starts to look like a dare. After a moment he lets the
redhead’s swimsuit go, slides his hands slowly up to settle at Rin’s bare hips
without looking away from the other boy’s gaze. Rin hasn’t blinked, and he
doesn’t now, so he sees the lack of expression in Haru’s eyes when the other
boy slowly, deliberately opens his mouth, tips his chin down like he’s offering
himself for Rin.
“Fuck,” Rin says. His voice is sharp and almost panicked. “Really?”
Haru doesn’t speak, but one dark eyebrow comes up, just slightly. Against the
blank canvas of his expression it speaks as loudly as a shout.
Rin laughs, even though the sound comes out weaker than he intends. He brings
his free hand up to his face, drags his hair back from his face like it’ll
bring his composure back with it, but it doesn’t, and when he looks back down
Haru is still staring at him like he’s waiting for Rin to come forward into his
mouth, and Rin can’t resist that offer any more than he can ever resist Haru.
“Okay,” he finally says. When he pushes at Haru’s head the other boy comes
forward instantly, drops his gaze to Rin’s stomach instead of his face, and as
he comes forward he closes his mouth so his lips drag warm and wet over the
redhead’s length. He hesitates as his mouth bumps up against the base of Rin’s
cock, pauses to drag his tongue up over the other boy, like he’s licking
moisture off his skin, like Rin’s candy, and the redhead whines and has to
throw his arm out to brace himself against the row of lockers as Haru starts to
draw back.
The other boy sets a maddeningly slow pace. It has a slow rhythm to it, Rin can
feel the logic under the movement, but even to start there’s heat and wet but
not enough, not enough friction or force or speed to Haru’s movements, so every
shift of the other boy’s mouth starts to feel more teasing than no contact at
all would be. But Rin can’t remember how to talk, can’t remember how to blink
away from the sight of Haru moving on him, and then the other boy lets one of
his hands go from Rin’s hip and reaches down for the front of his own swimsuit.
“Oh fuck, Haru,” Rin blurts, exclamation overriding his lack of coherency, and
Haru looks up at him with those ocean-blue eyes, and doesn’t look away, so Rin
can see the way his eyelashes flutter as he closes his fingers around himself.
Haru makes a sound far back in his throat, too soft for Rin to hear but enough
that he can feel the hum of vibration through the other boy’s mouth, and Rin’s
hand against Haru’s hair forms into a fist to hold him steady and he bucks
forward without thinking at all.
Rin worries he’s hurt Haru as soon as he thrusts forward. It’s instinct more
than anything else; Haru’s not moving fast enough or hard enough, Rin
absolutely cannot watch the other boy jerking himself off and stand this slow
build. But he’s holding the other’s head still so he can’t pull away, and he
can feel how far back in Haru’s mouth he’s sliding, and he’s jerking back
almost before he starts moving.
“Ah, shit, I’m sorry --” but Haru’s not pulling away, he’s still watching Rin’s
face and looking utterly unperturbed. When the redhead hesitates, staring down
at him, Haru closes his lips tighter, lets his eyes flutter shut and drags his
tongue up over Rin’s length, slow and taunting so Rin can feel the faint hum of
pleasure in the back of the other boy’s throat.
“Fuck.” Haru’s angling his head back, pushing into Rin’s hold on his hair like
he’s encouraging him, and then he slides his legs farther apart and speeds the
motion of his hand, lets his mouth come open around a groan, and Rin doesn’t
care if that’s sincere reaction or deliberate to draw a reaction from him or
both. He tightens his fingers against Haru’s hair, locks out his arm against
the lockers, and this time when he rocks forward the motion is smooth and
deliberate. Haru hums in half encouragement and half appreciation, opens his
mouth a little wider and shifts the angle of his head so Rin can slide forward
more smoothly, and Rin groans and stops being careful. Haru doesn’t protest the
other’s movement; Rin can see the haze of pleasure coming up behind Haru’s blue
eyes, the motion of his hand climbing up into his shoulder until Rin can watch
the rhythm of the friction under Haru’s skin without even properly seeing what
the other boy is doing to himself.
“Haru,” he says, and his voice is unrecognizable, like he’s stepped back to the
desperation he leaned years ago to keep from his voice. “Oh my god, Haru, are
you --” He hesitates in thrusting forward into the other boy’s mouth, and Haru
shudders, his eyes go entirely out of focus for a moment. Rin can feel the
shake of pleasure through Haru’s mouth, can see it run straight through Haru’s
shoulders; he doesn’t move, doesn’t even think about resuming his motion until
Haru sucks in a breath through his nose and blinks his eyes back into focus on
Rin’s face, his expression hazy and warm and dripping with visible pleasure.
“Oh god,” Rin half-wails, and Haru is just reaching up to replace his sticky
fingers on Rin’s hip when he thrusts forward again. Rin can feel Haru smiling,
even if the expression is lost to the other’s parted lips, like he’s plugged in
directly to the other boy’s reaction. Haru’s still breathing hard, even, Rin
can feel his inhales coming fast against the other boy’s skin, and Rin’s own
breathing is rushing out of all control, his skin flushing hot and hotter every
time Haru blinks at him, every time he feel Haru’s fingers tremble with
aftershocks of pleasure. When he thrusts forward Haru’s head rocks back, the
other boy makes a faint noise at the back of his throat, and all the tension is
Rin’s body relaxes into a single breath of calm.
“Haru,” he says, sounding perfectly clear even to his own ears. “I’m going to
come, you might --” and Haru’s hands close hard on his hips, Haru pulls Rin in
as far as he’ll go, and when Rin groans and starts to come over Haru’s tongue
the other boy shuts his eyes, and Rin can feel him start to smile.
Rin’s shaky on his feet as Haru pulls away; only the arm bracing him keeps him
upright, and when the other boy gets to his feet to fit himself back between
the redhead and the lockers Rin loops his arm around Haru’s shoulders to let
most of his weight drop onto the other boy. Haru’s hands come around to his
back, and Rin can feel him smile even before the redhead turns his head and
kisses the side of Haru’s neck.
“We have another joint practice next week,” he suggests, shutting his eyes so
he can let the warmth of Haru’s skin and the sound of Haru’s breathing fill his
senses.
The arms against his waist draw tighter, Haru pulling him in closer. “That’s
too long. Do you have practice tomorrow?”
“Only until six,” Rin says, starting to smile even before Haru huffs like
everything’s been decided and says, “Come over afterward.”
Rin thinks about teasing him, just to see if he can get a laugh or another
smile, but he’s too comfortable and too heavy with satisfaction to come up with
anything, so instead he just chuckles against Haru’s skin and says, “Okay”
before kissing him again.
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