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works/2378153.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Free!
  Relationship:
      Matsuoka_Rin/Nitori_Aiichirou, implied_Matsuoka_Rin/Nanase_Haruka_-
      Relationship
  Character:
      Nitori_Aiichirou, Matsuoka_Rin
  Additional Tags:
      Frottage, Sex_Pollen, One-Sided_Attraction
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-29 Words: 2396
****** at that moment I will be around ******
by Cerberusia
Summary
     The Samezuka outside pool has a tree overhanging it. No-one knows
     exactly what kind of tree, though many have idly speculated. It bears
     a passing resemblance to the cherry but definitely isn't one, and
     when it blossoms a thick sweet scent envelops the whole pool area. It
     drops its petals in the pool, a pale patchwork blanket floating on
     the surface of the water which everyone agrees is beautiful but a
     pain in the ass to scoop out.
     This year, the weather turns early so they're out swimming while the
     petals are still falling. It's just Captain, Rin-sempai and Aiichirou
     right now because the rest of the team had Literature last period and
     Kaneda-sensei always hangs on in the classroom as long as she can.
     Captain takes one look at the pool, sighs deeply and goes to fetch
     the net.
     Rin-sempai just dives straight in.
The Samezuka outside pool has a tree overhanging it. No-one knows exactly what
kind of tree, though many have idly speculated. It bears a passing resemblance
to the cherry but definitely isn't one, and when it blossoms a thick sweet
scent envelops the whole pool area. It drops its petals in the pool, a pale
patchwork blanket floating on the surface of the water which everyone agrees is
beautiful but a pain in the ass to scoop out.
This year, the weather turns early so they're out swimming while the petals are
still falling. It's just Captain, Rin-sempai and Aiichirou right now because
the rest of the team had Literature last period and Kaneda-sensei always hangs
on in the classroom as long as she can. Captain takes one look at the pool,
sighs deeply and goes to fetch the net.
Rin-sempai just dives straight in.
Aiichirou's not even surprised. He just stands patiently on the side, admiring
his sempai's sleek form cutting through the petals until Captain comes back
with the net and yells at Rin-sempai to get out of the pool and here, if he
likes the petals so much, he can clear them up himself. Rin-sempai grumbles,
but obediently takes the net.
Practice goes well once the rest of the team manage to straggle in, though
Aiichirou notices that Rin-sempai seems a little distracted and disinclined to
get out of the pool. He trails behind his sempai as they squelch back to the
changing room, idly noticing yet more petals dropping into the pool. More work
for somebody tomorrow, then.
Rin-sempai changes into his clothes with unusual alacrity; he's not in the
habit of hanging around in a towel chatting like some of the guys, but he's not
usually in such a hurry to get dressed either. Putting on his clothes at a more
sedate pace, Aiichirou is only unrolling his socks by the time Rin-sempai is
fleeing the changing room without even bothering to dry his hair. Aiichirou
hurriedly pulls on the rest of his clothes and does the same, combing his hair
on the way back to their room to save time. This means that some of the first-
years see him with one side of his hair neatly combed and the other sticking
out in ten different directions, but he was never going to be the cool,
collected upperclassman anyway.
"Sempai?" he asks as he slips into their room. Rin-sempai is lying on his bunk,
back turned to Aiichirou. "Are you feeling okay?"
"'M fine," comes the mumbled response. Aiichirou doesn't believe him for a
second, but Rin-sempai doesn't respond well to being pressed so there's not
that much he can do. He settles for a reminder of where the painkillers are and
retreats to his own bunk.
Half an hour later, he's interrupted in his homework procrastination by squeaky
sounds from below. He pauses his scroll through an Olympic speculation
messageboard and frowns. Then he blushes, because he recognises those sounds.
In the daytime, though? With Aiichirou right there and wide awake? Rin-sempai's
got more courtesy and plain more shame than that. Aiichirou puts in his
earphones, goes back to his messageboard and tries to ignore it. It'll stop
soon.
It doesn't stop soon. Instead, the shaking of the bedframe grows more violent,
until Aiichirou can't ignore that he's being lurched about on the top bunk like
a boat in a storm. What on earth is sempai doing, humping the mattress? He
turns up the volume of his music yet further, but his efforts to immerse
himself in pretty much anything other than reality are again interrupted by a
loud BANG and a curse. Rin-sempai...hit the wall? Aiichirou turns off his music
to hear a quiet, frantic litany of 'shit shit shit shit shit-' and bites his
lip. Should he...? Yes, yes he should. He screws together his courage and asks
tentatively:
"S-sempai? Are you...okay?"
There is a long silence. Aiichirou is just steeling himself to repeat the
question when at last Rin-sempai mumbles,
"No." It sounds muffled, like he's speaking into his pillow. Aiichirou risks
peering over the edge of his bunk to find his sempai flat on his stomach,
hugging a pillow to his face. He's fully dressed, but after a moment Aiichirou
spots his hips moving shallowly against the mattress and yanks his head up so
fast he gets dizzy. He can actually feel himself blushing.
"Can I g-get you anything?" Nanase-sempai, maybe? But he has too much sense to
say that.
"No." More rustling from below. Aiichirou bites his lip.
"Sempai, I'm coming down," he announces. Rin-sempai is being weird, and as
usual it's up to him to deal with it. He climbs down the ladder and crouches on
the floor next to the bottom bunk. Rin-sempai doesn't even look at him.
"Sempai," he says quietly, "I'm worried." That gets Rin-sempai to turn his head
and make what for him passes for a concerned expression. His ears are pink.
"I'm fine," insists Rin-sempai. Aiichirou gives him a disbelieving look and
reaches out a hand to check his temperature. He's never heard of an illness
that makes you do that, but it might be pneumonia manifesting in a strange way
or something! You can't be too careful!
The moment the back of his hand touches Rin-sempai's forehead, Aiichirou gets
the feeling he's made a terrible mistake. Rin-sempai's lips part, and he grabs
Aiichirou's wrist so fast he doesn't even see it.
"Hey, Nitori," he says, "I heard you let Takizawa from Class C kiss you to see
what it was like."
Aiichirou had, in fact, let Takizawa do rather more than just kiss him. "Er,"
he says. This can't be going where he thinks it's going: his life is not a
porno and he is not that lucky. Also, Rin-sempai is clearly not in his right
mind.
"C'mere," says Rin-sempai, and with one good tug Aiichirou ends up half-
sprawled over him, their lips inches apart. Perhaps he is that lucky.
Rin-sempai lets go of his wrist to wind both his arms behind his head, then
kisses him. Aiichirou spares a thought for how badly those fangs are going to
cut his lip open, then resigns himself to not caring. Rin's lips move against
his in an inexperienced but definitely interested fashion, so Aiichirou takes
it upon himself to cradle Rin-sempai's head in one hand and take control.
But after a moment he remembers the reason that Rin-sempai is kissing him, i.e.
he has lost his senses, and pulls back.
"Rin-sempai," he begins firmly, only to be cut off by Rin-sempai yanking him
back down.
"Shut up and kiss me," says Rin-sempai, and he still sounds like Rin-sempai
even though he's saying words he'd never say to Aiichirou, so he does as he's
told. Rin-sempai's arms feel nice around his shoulders, and Aiichirou likes the
way Rin-sempai's hands clutch at his back when he flicks his tongue over his
lower lip.
Rin-sempai starts pulling at him, and Aiichirou lets him move him where he
wants. Slowly and inexorably, he's drawn up onto the bed. He kneels awkwardly
over Rin-sempai, bracing himself on his elbows, until Rin-sempai manages to
wrap his legs around his waist and manoeuvre them so that he kneels between
Rin-sempai's thighs. This presses Rin-sempai's erection hot against his
stomach, and the moment he lets go with his legs Aiichirou, blushing, tilts his
hips higher so their groins aren't in contact.
Rin-sempai responds by rolling them over and getting one leg between
Aiichirou's as he does it.
"Sempai!" Aiichirou cries as he lands on his back. Rin-sempai's thigh is now
pressed against his cock; Rin-sempai's own cock is hard against Aiichirou's
hip.
"Nitori," says Rin before he goes back to Aiichirou's mouth. Stalling,
Aiichirou breaks away long enough to say,
"You know, if you're going to kiss me, you could at least use my name." At this
distance, all he can see is Rin-sempai's bright red irises and dilated pupils.
"Ai-kun," says Rin-sempai, with fond exasperation, and plants a small kiss on
his nose. Then he rubs his thigh against Aiichirou's cock, and gets a squeak in
return.
"S-sempai, you're acting weird-" Aiichirou complains before being cut off by
another deep kiss.
"You're enjoying it, right?" asks Rin-sempai when he breaks off.
"That's not the point," says Aiichirou, attempting and failing not to blush
furiously. "You've been weird since practice-sempai!" he squawks, as Rin-sempai
sticks his hand up his shirt.
"Off, off," he says, effectively manhandling Aiichirou out of his shirt then
sitting up to briskly remove his own. "You just smell really good right now,"
he says by way of explanation, pushing Aiichirou back down. His bare skin is
very hot - too hot. But he seems perfectly lucid, just...really horny. Maybe he
needs to get it out of his system? Aiichirou stops struggling and goes back to
kissing Rin-sempai with renewed enthusiasm, letting Rin-sempai press him back
down to the bed. He'll help Rin-sempai!
For his part, Rin-sempai seems quite happy to lie on top of Aiichirou and kiss
and grind slowly against his hip. His breathing is coming faster, sometimes
shuddering, and Aiichirou shivers in response. Rin-sempai shamelessly gropes
his arse and Aiichirou squeaks again, squirming under him. Rin-sempai has
clearly never done this before, but it's not as if Aiichirou is particularly
experienced either.
With an irritated sigh, Rin-sempai pulls away again, this time to take off his
sweatpants. "Yours too," he says impatiently, gesturing to Aiichirou's jeans.
Aiichirou obeys, feeling a bit dizzy. Rin-sempai's erection is very obvious
through his underwear, and he knows his own is too. It's hard to tell on black,
but he thinks Rin's underwear looks distinctly damp where the head of his cock
rests. Aiichirou swallows, but hasn't any time to contemplate exactly how
desperate Rin-sempai is before Rin-sempai takes him by the shoulders and pushes
him back down, then climbs back on top of him on all fours.
Their bare legs tangle, shockingly intimate, but Aiichirou is more concerned
with how Rin-sempai immediately starts squirming, humping Aiichirou's raised
thigh and letting out little huffing breaths. Aiichirou isn't getting proper
friction on his own dick, but that can wait: he clings to Rin-sempai's
shoulders, watching his face contort, feeling his breath on his face and his
hot cock rubbing along his thigh in rhythmic thrusts. Feeling like he ought to
be doing more with his hands, he slides them down Rin-sempai's back, feeling
the muscles tense with the strain of holding his torso up on his hands, the
smooth dip of his spine, the dimples at the top of his buttocks, and then his
arse itself, working under his hands. He squeezes - wow, that's a really firm
arse - and Rin-sempai makes a pleased-sounding groan in his ear.
"Ai-kun," he mutters breathily.
This, Aiichirou thinks, is what power feels like. They get on well these days,
Aiichirou and Rin-sempai; if he puts his mind to it Aiichirou can usually get
Rin-sempai to smile or laugh, and every time feels like a fresh victory; but to
make Rin-sempai say his name like that is beyond what he could have dreamed.
He hangs tight to Rin-sempai's arse for leverage and wriggles until Rin-sempai
is lying on top of him, face buried in his neck, one thigh between his against
his dick, and when he starts rubbing his dick against Aiichirou's thigh again
Aiichirou shudders and starts squirming too. His hands let go of Rin-sempai's
arse to clutch ineffectually at his back and sink into his hair. Rin-sempai is
very hot, the air between them is hot; Aiichirou feels a drop of sweat run
between his shoulderblades. Rin-sempai is panting in his ear, breath hot on his
neck; Aiichirou realises that he's making noises too, little 'nn, nn' sounds.
Rin-sempai's fingers grip the bedsheets tight enough to crease; Aiichirou tilts
his head back to stare blindly at the ceiling.
"Ah," says Rin-sempai, stiffening up, "ah!" Dampness creeps over Aiichirou's
thigh. Aiichirou wishes he could see Rin-sempai's face. He also wishes that
Rin-sempai would keep moving. He lets Rin-sempai take a few shaky breaths, then
shoves a hand down between them into his underwear and around his dick.
"Sempai," he says, breathily, steadily jerking his cock. He feels his legs
twitching, like they do when a really good orgasm is building. The pressure in
his belly feels so good it hurts a little. Rin-sempai has pulled back a little
to watch his face. Why is Rin-sempai watching his face while he masturbates?
"Sempai," he says again, insistently, like he's asking for something but he
doesn't know what, and then his eyes close and his mouth opens and his legs
jerk spasmodically and he humps his hips up into his hand and makes a mess of
his underwear.
When he comes down from orgasm, he doesn't know what to expect. There's a
distinct possibility that Rin-sempai is going to lock himself in their bathroom
for an hour and then pretend nothing happened. Aiichirou doesn't think he can
pretend like that.
But Rin-sempai, post-coital, is smiling faintly where he's slumped next to
Aiichirou. He looks perfectly relaxed, even a bit goofy.
"Thanks for helping a guy out, Ai-kun," he says, raising his hips to get his
damp underwear off. After a moment, Aiichirou shyly does the same, taking his
socks off at the same time. His feet will get cold, but it's better than
looking silly just wearing socks and nothing else.
Despite have known that he shouldn't get his hopes up, his heart sinks a
little. He may not be very experienced in these matters, but he doesn't think
that was just 'helping a guy out'. He's not sure if Rin really thinks that
either. Either way, his fanciful daydreams of winning Rin-sempai's heart are no
closer to becoming reality - nor, he is quite certain, will they ever be.
But he's just had sex (he's classing that as sex) with his super-cool sempai -
who is also his good friend - and now they are both naked on his bed and very
close together which is sort of like cuddling and Rin-sempai is smiling at him
and this if this is all he gets, he intends to make the most of it. He nestles
closer to Rin-sempai, arms tucked into his chest, legs tangling with Rin-
sempai's, and Rin-sempai doesn't move away.
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