Pairing: Haruka/Nagisa's white bikini
By: chimichanclas
[MOD NOTE: Fic is behind a cut because of length. Enjoy!]
"Haru-chan, how âbout you wait here while Rei-chan and I head down to the convenience store to see whatâs taking Mako-chan so long with my strawberry ice cream! Weâll be back in no time!"
    âYeah, see you later Haruka-senpai. Weâre headed off.â
    âOkay, see you when you get back.â Haruka said his farewells with a blank face as Nagisa and his boy-toy, Rei, headed out the door, but far deep down in his mind he knew that his plan was going as it should and he had now encountered the perfect opportunity to be with the one he loved.
-20 Minutes Before-
     Makoto and Haruka had agreed to spend the day at Nagisaâs house and were headed there together, but when the petite blonde boy called Makoto to tell him of his craving for his favorite ice cream, Makoto being the kindhearted giant he was, caved into Nagisaâs pleas and headed over to the store.
    âMakoto, do you want me to go to the store with you? I donât mind going in with you,â Haruka offered. However, this was an empty offer. Haruka had been anticipating going to Nagisaâs house since he and Rei called them the night before to invite them over and did not intend to waste any minute getting to that destination. Haruka mentally crossed his fingers, his toes, his anything that came in pairs and multiples.
    âItâs all right, Haru. I can go to the store alone as long as your okay with heading to Nagisaâs by yourself. You okay with that?â Haruka could tell his childhood friend was concerned for his well-being. Sure, Japan is a safe place to be in but who knows what freak is out there trying to jump any innocent high school boy in order to steal his wallet or his innocence.
  âIâm fine with heading off by myself. Iâll meet you over there,â Haru replied. Haruka would be stupid to turn down Makotoâs offer to leave him at the store by himself and head down to Nagisaâs house on his own.
  As Haruka was heading off, something in his mind clicked. If Makoto is going to the store by himself and I am going to Nagisaâs house by myself and if I can somehow keep Makoto in that store long enough so that Nagisa and Rei would have to go look for him I would have more time to be around that special someone, Haruka thought. Realizing this got him excited and before he knew it he was calling after Makoto.
   âOi, Makoto. Can you get me mackerel flavored ice cream? Iâll pay you back another time!â Haruka knew sending Makoto off to buy something so ridiculous it doesnât even exist would send him on a wild goose chase which with luck would buy him time to fulfill his dream.
   âEhhhâŠsure thing, Haru! Anything for you,â the green eyed giant smiled and waved to Haruka as he walked off toward Nagisaâs direction.
-Back to the Present-
    Haruka rummaged through Nagisaâs drawers, hunting through the boyâs clothes with desperation. Haruka had started digging since the two boys had left but he didnât know if he could find what he was looking for fast enough. Despite having kept Makoto at he convenience store long enough to get Nagisa and Rei to leave to search for him, he now could not know how much time he actually had to find his pleasure.Â
  The dark haired swimmer boy was getting ready to accept defeat when a piece of beautiful, white fabric caught his eye. Tears began forming in his eyes as he realized that he had now found the apple of his eye.
  The beautiful white bikini was Harukaâs only reason to love and he had finally found it. The fabric in his hands was whispered sweet nothings, the sun shining in the sky, the water he slides his body through, and the one he would forever want to lay with.
  Haruka took off his trousers then his swimsuit, and slipped into Nagisaâs pure white bikini. The feeling of the fabric on his waist caused a moan to escape from the boyâs lips. The moan was caused both from pleasure and the tightness of the bikini- Nagisa sure had a tiny waist.
  âNo one makes my love-rod look better than you, you white-hot love suit,â Haruka alluringly said to the piece of fabric on his body.
   Haruka slapped his tush like he would a mighty conga drum. It is true that no other piece of fabric has ever made Haruka looks so amazingly sculpted.Â
   Haruka knew that no lover would be as beautiful and tight fitting as this swimsuit, but as he basked in the beauty of such an object, he realized that his love was forbidden and there was no way that the two could ever be completely together. He longingly ran his fingers over the thin fabric not expecting what came next.
 SNAP
 The suit could not take the love it was receiving for a love that strong was overwhelming.The suit also was a size extra small and Haruka happened to be a small- a tight fit.
This wasnât exactly the pairing I was assigned, but after finding out that Mamoru Miyano was voicing Shining Armor in the Japanese MLP dub, the image of a brony Rin got stuck in my head and I thought it would fit nicely into this event⊠I apologize profusely to the fandom. (lol phone pic quality)
This is the pairing I choose! Mako-chanxRinâs pillow! Apparently little mako-chan uses pillows to practice kissing, heâs too embarrassed that heâll mess up in real life, little cutie! I wonder who that crush is?
[MOD NOTE: fic behind a cut because of length. Enjoy!]
After stepping quietly from the room where he had sat in discussion with his parents, the boy, who was no older than 10 years, 2 months, and 12 days at the time, if you asked, stood formally and addressed each of the staff by name. His head held high, back straight with perfect posture that seemed at that age too severe, spoke to each of the three men who stood before him.
"I have discussed this at great length with my parents, who have agreed with my," and his too-high voice trailed slightly, his face unable to totally hide the small scrunch of nose as he hunted for the word that best suited his meaning. "âviewpoint," he finished.
There wasnât much in the way of a path to pace in front of the men, though Ryuugazaki Reiââyoung masterâ to the staffâmade the effort to walk with the pride that one his age presumed made him look more mature and distinguishedâbeautiful, if pressed to describe his intention.
"As I continue to grow older and more knowledgable about matters of the world, I must take on more responsibilities, both as a man and as one whose goal it is to impress beauty upon the world."
There was a lingering pause, as though commentary was expected. When none came, not even in the form of a scoff, and a quick glance across the menâs faces reassured him they were not holding back laughter, he continued.
"Atsuya," and the eldest of the men stood tall and at attention, bowing to the young man before him.
"As the one who has been with us longest, you see to the needs of my parents the most. Still, I have two requests of you. The first is that you carve an hour out of every other day to tutor me in practical gardening. I will supplement the lessons with my own studies during the other days. We need fresher food, cleaner fruit, livelier flowersâI will provide these things to the family with my own hands, with your guidance. The second request I have of you is that you not treat me as the young master during that hour; I will be your pupil and if Iâm to learn correctly, I cannot have you curbing any feedback."
The man, Atsuya, bowed in acknowledgement.
"Satou," and the portly man who stood between the other two gave a smooth, polished bow that belied his girth.
"As you are the chef, I expect you know more about myself and my parentsâ eating habits, and a great deal more than we do about the culinary world and how best to take advantage of what is handy. My first request of you is to allow me to assist you with meals on the weekends. I expect the food I grow will be both plentiful and full of flavor, nutrients beneficial to a growing boy," and he cut himself off, eyes narrowed at his own words. "âman," he continued.
"I would like to learn how to cook nutritious meals for myself, and for you to in turn cook healthier meals for my family. Beauty isnât skin-deep; we must nourish whatâs inside if we want to preserve whatâs on the out. Second, you will provide recipes for the dishes we like best so that I may study on how to improve the nutritional value without losing flavor."
The young master hesitated before stepping in front of the final staff member in line. The red head was young, not much older than himself, maybe a year or two, and was working for room and board as a favor to a family friend. Where he seemed sure-footed with the other two, he now seemed uncertain. Eyes shifted from the floor, down the hall, to the face just inches above his own, then back down again.
"Rin." No change in stature or face showed at his name being called. No, that wasnât entirely rightâmaybe a slight tick at the corner of his right eye.
With no response, the young master drew a deep breath and puffed his chest out, stared squarely at the knot in the tie that sat at the other boyâs neck.
"You will fetch me tea and take it to me in my room, where we will discuss my requests of you. Youâve been here long enough to know what I expect of both preparation and presentation. Ten minutes." And without another word, he turned sharply to his left and headed towards his room in what he assured himself was not a sprint.
A chuckle from the chef, a barely audible sigh from the elderly man, and a resounding four-letter word from the younger of the three that should never have escaped his mouth, be it in his penguin suit or out of it. But he turned toward the kitchen, opposite the direction of the young masterâs room, and headed off to do as was demanded.
"The tea ceremony must be the most beautiful Iâve had the pleasure of experiencing thus far, but I do enjoy the English tea and arrangement on occasion," stated the young master after wafting toward him the rising heat and fumes of the perfectly-steeped tea that was set before him.
"Rin, my requests of you," and he took a sip of his teaâblack, not because he was a man and that was expected of him but because he felt it marred the flavor to add anything to isâbefore setting the delicate rose-patterned china down, the effort to not make unnecessary sound as he did so obvious to the servant in front of him.
"There are two, just as I had for the others. The first," he gulped a large intake of air down as if choking back the urge to shuffle the other boy from his room with a no, no, nevermind, youâre fine, see you later.
"The first," he repeated, "is that I would ask you toâŠ" and his voice became a whisper despite his attempt to remain firm in his direction, "âŠto wear this." He pulled a box, gift-wrapped with a purple satin bow, from beneath his low table and sat it in front of Rin.
Upon opening it, the other boyâs face drained of color before flashing to red with almost visible waves of heat radiating from him.
"You want me to wear this?" he spat out between clenched teeth, which caused the young master to scoot a foot or two away before realizing it, forcing himself to reclaim at least half the distance back.
"Y-you are expected toâŠtoâŠto do as requested," he finished in a rush to get the words out.
"And your parents approved this request of yours?"
"Ah, wellâŠ" and eyelids that were cast down now shifted away, seeking a spot, any spot, where he could focus without having to look at Rinâs face.
"Forgetâ" Rin began and made to stand up.
"Secondâsecond," he shouted, raising up on his knees and knocking the table in the process.
"You canât be serious."
"My second request," and he paused to risk a glance at Rin, ignoring the tea that now dribbled over saucer onto the table. "My second request, please, is that I would like for you to teach me how you handle my clothes."
When no response he came, he continued.
"Theyâre very orderlyâŠand arranged in a way that pleases me. The organization by season, garment type, and then by color, appeals to my sense of beauty."
Rin, who had remained quiet, cocked his head to the side by merely an inch but the young master took notice.
"No, no, itâs not what you think. I just thinkâ" he tried to still his fluttering hands. "That is to say, I believe that I am old enough to be handling my own laundering, folding, and putting away of things, you see.â His hands fumbled for something to grip in his fingers and he smartly stopped before reaching for the mess of tea in front of him. He cleared his throat, regained some of his previous composure and searched for what to say next.
"May I?" And Rin spoke with the formality he had of the day before, which forced a sharp intake of breath from the young master before a hesitant nod.
"This wouldnât have anything to do withâ"
"No, no, I said it was nothing like that, right? I clearly said it had nothing to do with anything but myâ"
"âthe fact that youâre missing a pair of underwear that I know you selected for wearing the other morning, right?"
The young masterâs sentence died on his lips before he could finish, his mouth agape, face stained pink.
"The way I see it," Rin continued, "is that something must have happened to them. You have precisely ten pieces of underwear, which I know because I had to suffer through the tedium of your lecture on even numbers representing perfection, blah blah. You wear a specific pair on a specific day, every day of the weekâthatâs a weird habit, by the way; youâre a strange one, even before that box right there, but youâre really strange with your obsessive compulsive streak and thing for beauty."
"No, Iâ" and Rin held a hand up to stop him from speaking.
"So, what Iâm really getting at, I guess, is that you donât want anyone to know about some panty mishap you had and youâre trying to set it up so that if I find out youâll have something to hang over my head."
"No, Iâ" and again the hand.
"Thatâs really low, and not veryâ" Rin indicated air quotes at the boy "âbeautiful of you."
"Itâs not what you think," the kidâbecause thatâs what he had become as his plans fell apartâcried out.
"It seems to me itâs exactly what I think," and Rin stared him down, nostrils flaring at the gall this kidâto hell with the âyoung masterâ title right nowâhad.
"I just thought it would suit you," and Rin couldnât ask Suit me? because the sobbing went on. âYou have nice legs, with slight muscle definition from the swimming I overheard you discussing. And then your hair is this red that is an explosion of different shades in the sun, so I thought it would contrast against the black really well. And, wellâŠâ
"Well?" If the boy was going to say these embarrassing things he might as well get them all out before Rin gave up house and job and begged off his actual friends.
"WellâŠyou look kind ofâŠradiant, I guess, when youâre around your friends, and IâŠI really like that."
Rin sighed at the hopeful glance that the other sent him, then got to his feet. The boy squirmed under his gaze, refusing to look at him for longer than a second.
"Man, you reallyâ" and he sighed again, because this kid really was the freaking weirdest kid heâd known.
"Fine," and at the huge smile that he could see spread across the otherâs face, he was forced to lay ground rules, "but only in your room," and the head that just seconds before looked everywhere but at Rin whipped up and zeroed in on him, "and only once a week."
"Butâ!"
"No," Rin said firmly. "I could change my mind. Maybe start asking too many questions about the pair of missing underwear you seem so upset over."
"Okay." Head bowed again, smile faded.
Rin ran his fingers through his hair and down to the back of his neck, entirely uncertain what he was getting himself into but needing to control every aspect of it.
"And no photos, diary entries, chats with friends, and no weird questions or requests. No funny business. Got it?"
"Nn!" And the boy beamed up at him a bit too brightly, a bit tooâŠbeautifully.
"Ahh, geez." And Rin snatched the box and left the room.
Itsy-Bitsy Teenie-Weenie Nagisa's White String Bikini
Pairing: Rin/Nagisaâs white bikini
By: fencer-x
[MOD NOTE: Fic is under a cut for length and mildly NSFW content. Enjoy!]
[fic is HaruRin with supportive Iwatobi members, so caveat lector!]
âShit, Nagisa; you have no assâŠâ Rin twisted around, straining to look over his shoulder. âI feel like Iâve got my balls in a vise in this thingâŠâ
âSo mean, Rin-chan!â Nagisa huffed with mock offense, crossing his arms and settling back against the wall. âBeggars canât be choosers, you know!â
"Well if Iâd known you still wore the same size suit you did in elementary school, I wouldâve gone commandoâŠ" He frowned and tugged at the material stretched near to ripping. "I feel like itâs all just gonna pop out if I sit downâŠ"
"At least you donât have that far to go?" Makoto offered, ruffling his hair back into place as he tugged a t-shirt on. "Youâre staying at Haru-chanâs place tonight, right?"
"YeahâŠ" Rin allowed, still distracted by the uncomfortable fitâit served him right, he supposed. An unfortunate accident involving a bottle of oolong without the cap properly fastened meant his change of clothesâas well as the ones heâd worn here from Samezuka, folded neatly in the bottom of the same duffel bag during joint practiceâwere ruined until he could run them through the wash, which had left him with no other choice but to beg to borrow an extra suit from one of his friends. But the Captain and the rest of his teammates had already returned to campus by now, and karma dictated that of course the only one of the Iwatobi members who happened to have a spare just lying around would be Nagisa. If this string bikini monstrosity could even be called a suit.
"Donât call me â-chanâ," Haru snapped gruffly, toweling his hair dry and settling down onto the bench.
Makoto ignored him, continuing, âI usually have an extra suit or two around, but itâs the end of the week, so Iâve already taken them home for a washâŠâ Reiâs excuse had been similarâthough Rin wasnât entirely sure he wouldâve taken one of Reiâs even if he had had an extra. Slacks he was happy to borrowâbut he put his foot down when it came to rainbow-striped legskins.
And then thereâd been Haru, who hadnât bothered to drum up an excuse at all, just gave a flat No. Which might have hurt, had Rin not understood that it wasnât because the guy was an uptight prick (even though he was) but because Haru was just kind of finicky with his suits. With anything really, when it came to swimming.
Which had left Nagisaâand Nagisaâs barely-there string bikini that Rin could swear had to be a girlâs, because there was no way the guy had marched into a sports shop and pulled this off a rack next to jammers and legskins. No way. A speedo was one thingâhe didnât like to admit it, but Rei kind of pulled it offâbut a fucking bikini, with bowties and beading? This was something out of Blue Lagoon.
But Nagisa was rightâbeggars couldnât be choosers, and he could at least run a load of laundry in Haruâs machine once they got back to his place. Haru wouldnât loan him a suit, but he also wouldnât bitch at him for wandering around in Nagisaâs sistersâ hand-me-downs until his clothes dried either. Probably not, at least. Makotoâs place had children whose eyes couldnât be exposed to the raw wonder that was Rinâs quads, and both Nagisa and Rei lived a train ride away; Rin was not boarding public transportation when his junk was in danger of attempting an escape every time he bent over. Or worse, the suitâd start crawling up his assâand then heâd be in an even worse mood.
No, heâd manage the ten-minute walk to Haruâs place in something Nagisa had probably been saving to impress his husband on his wedding night or some shitâat least heâd have a pair of Makotoâs oversized slacks to ease the burn of embarrassment, and if Haru was one to judge, he at least never judged out loud.
He hadnât planned to stay overâbut it was looking like heâd been left with little choice now, and he could think of worse ways to spend a Friday night than forcing Haru to scrounge up something for dinner that hadnât been pulled out of the ocean and trying to convince him that, as the guest, Rin ought to be sleeping in the bed and Haru ought to wake up with a stiff back after a night on the futon on the floor.
Of course, there were also other ways to compromise on sleeping arrangements.
Haru must have caught the flow of his thoughts, for he interrupted Rinâs musing with a sharp, âLetâs go, Rin,â before standing abruptly and reaching for his bag.
"Huh? Waiâfuck, let me at least put some pants on,â Rin groused, shooting a frown at Nagisa who snorted inelegantly before dissolving into giggles. ââŠPipe down, Hazuki.â Nagisa just smiled primly and made a zipping motion along his lips while Rei hissed Nagisa-kun! Thatâs indecent!
"Here you go," Makoto offered, ever the gentleman, and held out a pair of slacks neatly folded. "They were going to be my change of clothes, but Iâll just wear my uniform pants. You can drop them by my place before heading back to Samezuka."
"Thanks," Rin muttered, scrambling to pull on the pants even as Haru stepped out of the changing room with narry a backward glance. It seriously wouldnât have killed the guy to wait five minutes for Rin to make himself decent. He gave a parting wave to the others before stumbling outside, slipping on unlaced shoes with his jacket askew and bag falling off his shoulder. âFuckingâwould you wait, Nanase!â
Haru said nothingâbut heâd drawn to a stop at the gate to the fence separating Iwatobiâs pool from the front campus grounds, and after Rin finally managed to lace up his shoes and straighten his bag on his shoulder, he huffed in irritation as he drew up beside Haru, âIf I didnât know better, Iâd think you were trying to ditch me.â He leveled a glare at Haru, but was met with a wallâwhich was hardly new, but this time the wall seemed particularly thick and insurmountable. A prickly wariness washed over him, and Rin glanced back at the clubhouse, where Nagisaâs shrill laughter could still be heard, accompanied by the muffled conversation of Makoto and Rei. He adjusted himself through the baggy pants with one hand and jerked his head. âCâmonâI gotta get outta this suit if Iâm ever gonna have any hope of fathering children.â
ââââââââââââââââ
Whatever sullen mood had followed Haru home from the clubroom was still hanging around like a murky miasma after they settled in and put Rinâs clothes on to wash. It would be morning before he had anything of his own to wear, but he could manage with a pair of Haruâs old boxers and a t-shirt to sleep in.
Haru had been more irritatingly short than usual, though, since theyâd arrived home, and Rin had done mental backflips trying to pinpoint just what heâd done wrong. Inviting himself over hadnât been the most polite thing to do, sure, but it was hardly out of the ordinary (the sleeping over part and the being a dick part), and heâd thought Haru had learned to just take Rinâs attitude in stride.
Plus, well, heâd kind of thought Haru might be a little happy that the guy he was sleeping with would be sticking around this weekend, ready and willing to do what one generally did when one was young and virile and hot for his rival. As it was, though, Haru was doing his level best to keep their conversations short, his attitude chilly, and his gaze averted.
Rin wanted to chalk it up to being turned on by the bikini situationâbut he knew what Haru looked like when he was turned on (practically had it burned into his memory, because that was a sight heâd seen before and definitely wouldnât mind seeing again), and thisâŠwas different. This was closer to pissed, and Rin hated that he hadnât yet learned the fine art of navigating Haruâs attitude like Makoto and was therefore unsure if it was something heâd done or something closer to âthe supermarket was out of mackerel so I had to settle for salmonâ.
He was drawn back to the present by the tap of a bottle being placed before himâand realized Haru had fetched him some water. âAhâthanks,â he muttered absently, then took a long draw on it, the bottle clenched in one hand as he played with the complicated lacings of the bikini he still wore, wondering if it would be rude to demand first bath. The damn thing was starting to cut off his circulation, and the elastic stung where it dug into his skin.
"You should take them off if they bother you so much."
Rin nearly choked on the water, hacking loudly and coughing to clear his airway. âTheâfuck?â
Haru fiddled with the label of his own water bottle where he sat next to Rin, picking at a piece of plastic peeling away from the bottle. âYouâve been complaining ever since you put it on; you should take it off if itâs so uncomfortable.â He then added under his breath with no small amount of venom, âDonât know why you put the ridiculous thing on in the first placeâŠâ
Rin regarded him with shocked confusion for several long moments before forcing a smile to cover up how astounded he was that Haru still managed to find new and inventive ways to confuse the crap out of him. ââŠWhâwhat, my rockinâ bod too much for you to handle, Nanase~?â He tossed his empty bottle onto the table and sidled forward on hands and knees to place himself squarely in Haruâs personal space. âYou want me out of this suit that badly, thenâŠ?â Haru kept his expression passive, turning away so he didnât have to look Rin in the eye, and he snorted, settling his chin on Haruâs shoulder. âPerv.â
"Thatâs not it."
"Thatâs just what a perv would say.â
"Itâs not,â Haru snapped, eyes flashing, and Rin drew back, brows cinching together, because this wasnât going at all how he imagined; at least if the suit got him laid, then the humiliation and discomfort might have been worth it. At this rate, though, it was starting to look like it might be best to try to catch the last bus to his momâs place to spend the night.
"âŠAll right, fine then. The stupid bikini doesnât have you hot and bothered.â He settled back onto his knees and crossed his arms. âWhatâs up your ass, then?â Haru was silentâpetulantly so, and Rin was getting fed up with the attitude. âDammitâHaru!â
"âŠed you toâŠ"
"Huh?" Haruâs words had been lost as theyâd tumbled out over his lips, and from the way he had his hands clenched into fists, it was clear he was speaking only because Rin was being so insistent. "Speak up if youâre gonna speak at all! Or Iâm gonna call Gou and ask her to set out a futon for me." It wasnât a threatânot really. Heâd probably just go beg Makoto for some space on his floor rather than worry Gou, who seemed to put more stock in his relationship with Haru than Rin did himself.
A muscle twitched in Haruâs jaw, and his words came out softly but clearly. ââŠI wantedâŠyou to keep your legskins on.â
"âŠHuh?" Well that made fuck-all sense. âMy suit? The thing was soaking wetâand I wasnât gonna walk the whole way back to your place wearing that.â Haru was starting to blush now, though, and it was looking like that was kind of what heâd wantedâand Rin laughed, a dry, high chuckle. ââŠFucking hell, Nanase. You think my suitâs hot?â
Haru frowned, still keeping his gaze trained on the table before him. Probably doing something ridiculous like focusing on the water bottle to calm himself. âItâsâŠyours.â
Something flipped over in Rinâs stomachâand he licked his lips, shifting up onto his knees again and shuffling forward. ââŠOf course it is. But itâs just a few scraps of fabric and thread sewn together.â
Haru shook his head. ââŠWhen I see itâŠâ
"âŠWhen you see it?" Rin prodded.
"âŠIt makes me realizeâŠoh, thatâs RinâŠâ And somehow, in a strange way, it all made sense now.
Rin snorted softly and leaned forward onto his hands and knees, ducking down until Haru finally had to look at him. Brows quirked, he prompted, ââŠSure thereâs nothing else you look at and think oh, thatâs Rin?â
Haru followed him with his eyes, leaning back a bit when Rin shuffled forward and straddled his lap, settling down in a position that was far from comfortable (not that Rin would likely care in the next thirty or so seconds). ââŠSakura.â
âHuh?â Rin practically shrieked, but before he could protest the response, he took a breath and rolled his eyes. âI swear toâyou are impossible.â He snapped a hand out and gripped Haruâs hand by the wrist, tugging it forward until it brushed over his crotch. âHow âbout that maybe?â
Haru inhaled sharply, then swallowed. ââŠI guess thatâs on the list.â
"On theâŠ" Rin started to repeat, dumbfounded, then gave in, smiling lazily and asking, "Whereabouts on the list?" He guided Haruâs grip into a loose channel, rolling his hips to achieve the lightest friction he could bear. He was probably gonna ruin Nagisaâs suit, but they could always toss it into the wash later.
"Below ârainbowsââŠ" Haru allowed, pupils dilating and breath growing ragged. "âŠAbove âsharksââŠ"
"Just for that," Rin warned, leaning forward to nibble at an earlobe as he worked at the fastenings of Haruâs pants, "Youâre gonna have to beg for it."
"OhârightâŠ" Haru added with a challenging hint. "That tooâŠ"
Rin laid an openmouthed kiss to Haruâs neckâbeing sure to suckle hard enough to leave a mark, because the guy deserved it. âMm?â
"WhiningâŠcryingâŠbegging." And with a great shove, he had Rin flat on his back on the soft tatami matting, shape cast in shadow by the light from above. "Oh, thatâs Rin.â
"âŠFuck you,â Rin ground out, then looped an arm around Haruâs neck and drew him down.
[MOD NOTE: Fic under a cut because of length. Enjoy!]
[Pairing: Shota!Nagisa/Reiâs glasses]
[Other pairings: Hinted Nagisa & Rei, Shota!Nagisa puppy love for Rei, hinted Sharkbait]
Inhale, exhale, pull, kick, inhale, exhale, slap. Rei comes up sputtering and pulls his swim cap off before shaking the water out of his hair. âRin-san, I changed my breathing pattern to the way you explained. Did itâŠhuh?â His hand gropes around on the poolside for his glasses but theyâre nowhere to be found. He looks around his surroundings, not finding any blurry outlines with red or blonde hair.
âRin-san? Nagisa-kun?â Of course, it had to have been Nagisa-kun that took his glasses. Even Rin-san only ever teased Haruka-senpai like that. Rei pulls himself up and out of the pool and takes another look around, realizing now that heâs the only person at the pool. âThatâs strange, I wonder if this isnât some sort of dreâunf!â
Small arms wrap around his legs from behind and he tenses with a shriek. He tries to peek over his shoulder but all he can see is a small mess of blonde curls on a child.
A child!?
âRei-chan, itâs just me!â the young voice squeaks with a giggle.
âN-Nagisa-kun!?â He tries to turn around but the boy turns with him. Finally he just reaches down and unlocks the tiny hands from their grip. He turns and kneels to get a closer look, eyes squinting, until a young version of his classmate, wearing his glasses atop his head, comes into view. âWhat happened to you!?â
âHuh? Oh! The big me is over there!â He points in the general direction of the showers but without his glasses it looks like one blur of metal to him.
âGive me thoseâŠâ he snatches his glasses from the boyâs head and stands, ignoring the sharp whines and grabbing hands. Rei looks again, and as if the glasses had brought all his senses back into focus because sure enough, Nagisa-kun and Makoto-senpai are talking under the spray of the showers. Gou-san is crouched down near the fence by the showers listening to them and Amakata-sensei is near the perimeter fence, conversing with their on again off again coach that parked his scooter illegally in the foliage near the pool fence. Rin-san and Haruka-senpai are nowhere to be seen.
His gaze travels back across the pool to the showers when a boisterous laugh reach his ears. Makoto-senpai covers his face with a hand and Nagisa-kun is hunched over, hands clutching his stomach as he laughs. The sight brings a soft smile to Reiâs lips, and heâs so lost in watching the beautiful scene that he almost doesnât feel the small hands tugging at his legskins.
âI love you too, Rei-chan!â the boy declares and Reiâs eyes go wide and he sputters. When he looks down at the boy heâs staring straight at him, eyes sparkling and serious, fists clenched and a red blush patch across his cheeks. Before Rei can ask him to repeatâthis really is a very strange dream, he thinksâthe boy shouts, âThe big me loves you a lot but I think youâre really cool, too!â
âN-Nagisa-kunâŠâ
âYouâre super smart, and you have really cool glasses!â
âP-please keep your voiceâŠâ
âAnd the way you were swimming was really, really beautiful!â Rei gasps, heart clenching at the word beautiful, and the boy takes a deep breath. âSo I love you, too, Rei-chan, even if you like the bigger me better!â
âNa-Nagisa-kunâŠâ Rei doesnât know what to say. Itâs true, he does have feelings for Nagisa, but he never knew him when they were younger, and to have this child professing his love feels strange. He knows the child must be just a dream projection of Nagisa-kunâs younger selfâthe probability that there might be a rip in the time-space continuum that allowed this younger version to somehow come to this exact moment to declare his love is just too high, not to mention impossible with available technologyâand that really loving this child is just loving another part of Nagisa-kun.
The boy continues to stare at him, as if expecting an answer, and Rei begins to sweat nervously.
Suddenly he hears a shriek coming from the club room direction that sounds suspiciously like Makoto-senpai and Rei whips his head in that direction where the present-day Nagisa-kun comes into view âRei-chan, come quick! I caught Rin-chan and Haru-chan kissing in the club room!â When he looks back to the child heâs gone, with no indication that he was ever even there. He shakes his head, assuming he had a momentary hallucinationâperhaps the breathing pattern Rin-san taught him did something to the oxygen levels in his brainâand jogs toward his classmate.
âHurry, Rei-chan! You have to see Rin-chanâs face! Heâs so embarrassed he started cryâoww!â Nagisa jumps back when Rei pinches his arm. âWhyâd you do that! It huuuuuurt!â
Rei blinks and then pinches himself. Nope, not a dream. He turns again to look at the spot where he stood with the young boy just to make sure thereâs not a hint of something to tell him that heâs not gone crazy but again, thereâs nothing there.
âRei-chan, câmon!â Nagisa pulls him by the arm and as they rush over to the clubroom Rei looks at the back of Nagisaâs head and wonders if the Nagisa-kun heâs grown to care for will be as bold and declare his love soon.Â
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"Thanks so much, Haruka-sempai! I just donât want my brother to find them in my room this weekend. He can be so crazy about me not being a âlittle girlâ anymore."
Haruka did not remember agreeing to this.
Now that he thought about it, though, it was rather strange that sheâd followed him home after practice as if of course Haruka knew why she was there. They were talking about something as he jumped in the pool today. It was probably this.
He scowled, searching for the words to object and send Gou packing with her little shopping bag in tow. A few months ago he could have just turned his head away and refused whatever it was she wanted outright. Having real relationships was hard.
But it wasnât really his fault. His friends should all know better than to try engaging him in conversation when thereâs water around. Or maybe thatâs why they chose right before practice to bring this up. Heâd get them back for this, but right now Gou was shoving a sizable stack of magazines into his arms and grinning that âno room for objectionsâ grin she was so skilled at.
Was it a Matsuoka thing? Did she pick up that âshove Haruka around like a rag doll to get whatever she wantsâ technique by watching her brother in action for so many years?
So, yeah, magazines. Haruka racked his brain to try and piece together whatever it was they had apparently hoisted on him for the weekend.
There was something about Rin visiting home for the first time since he came back from Australia. There might have also been something about Nagisaâs devilish sisters and Reiâs family visiting. And Makoto. He probably used his younger siblings as an excuse to not have to hoard Gouâs stash of⊠did that say Muscle and Fitness?
Really, this was an inconvenience Haruka really didnât want to deal with, but fighting Gou on it now seemed moot, as she turned briskly and headed back down the path towards the shrine near his house, shouting as she went, âIâll pick them up after practice on Monday. Thanks again, sempai! See you at school!â
Then she was gone.
Haruka stood in the open doorway with a blank expression for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes as the sun set. Finally entering the house, he unceremoniously dropped the stack of magazines onto the low table before proceeding into to the kitchen to make himself some mackerel for dinner. He ignored the stack while he ate, not in the least tempted by the intense glare of the overly-muscled man on the top cover.
He also ignored the stack while he cleaned up, washing dishes in the sink as it sat, emanating its masculinity all over his living room behind him.
And he certainly didnât think about the magazines when he took his evening bath. He made sure to soak for an extra long time tonight, as if to prove just how much he didnât care those things were in his house.
As he trudged back into the kitchen to pour himself a pre-bedtime glass of pineapple juice, the only reason he paused by the table was to consider whether or not he should just leave them there or move them somewhere less conspicuous⊠In case Makoto brought Ren and Ran over tomorrow.
Yeah, that was the only reason he decided to take the magazines up to his room with him. The kids didnât need to be seeing these things and asking troublesome questions.
Right.
Gathering them up, Haruka retired to his bedroom for the night. He planned to turn in early so he could get up by 6am and go for a morning jog. If Rin was going to do dry training even on the weekends, so was he.
When he plopped them down on his desk to go brush his teeth the stack shifted, tumbling down and spreading the issues all over his school books.
What a bother.
As he straightened them back up, Haruka took note of the titles.
Not because he was interested.
He just happened to see them and read them off automatically.
In addition to the issues of Muscle and Fitness and Ironman in Japanese there were some English magazines. He could only discern the titles: FLEX, Menâs Fitness, Fitness Rx and MuscleMag International. And, for some reason, there were also a few very old issues (too old, even, to have been Rinâs) of Weekly Shonen Jump with Kinnikuman covers.
Where the hell did she even get those?
And then he saw it.
Swimsuit issue.
He picked it up without thinking. It was the swimsuits. He was interested in the swimsuits, obviously. Maybe thereâd be a picture with a waterfall or two. A guy could hope. And then, you know, settle down on his bed with said magazine and check it out.
As he began to flip through the issue, he focused only on the suits. On the fit of one vs. another. Sometimes his eye would stray to the background, where there was a pool, or a beach line. He had no interest in the models.
None whatsoever.
There werenât any waterfalls. How disappointing. ButâŠ
Maybe thereâs a waterfall in one of the other ones.
Haruka jumped off the bed and returned to the stack, grabbing the whole thing and bringing it back with him. He sat down, propping himself up against the wall, and started his âsearch.â It lasted long into the night and as dawn broke he was finally satisfied that there were no hidden waterfalls lurking amongst the pages upon pages of hard-bodied men.
But, you know, the articles might be interesting.
Something to give him an edge in training. He needed to keep up with Rin, after all. It was research. So what if he couldnât actually read most of them because they were in English? He could discern methods and such from the pictures.
Yeah, thatâs why he decided to spend hours staring at living adonises in tight fitting shorts.
By chance, practice got rained out on Saturday, giving him the opportunity to make a second pass at the stack. Then a third. He ignored his phone and only stopped to eat twice, and of course to take his requisite two soaks a day in the tub, but he could bring the issues in with him while he did that. He didnât even get any water on them.
By Monday, Harukaâs eyes were bloodshot and his stomach unsettled. He collected the accursed magazines into a shopping bag and dragged them to school, depositing them in the clubroom before classes started.
He spent the day ignoring Makotoâs concerned looks, and by practice had put his wasted weekend behind him, hopeful a few hours in the pool would help him feel better.
But fate would not be so kind to Haruka Nanase. Practice became unbelievably distracting as soon as the other swim team members arrived. He suddenly caught himself thinking about how powerful Makotoâs lats were, or how surprisingly well-defined Nagisaâs abs had become since spring, or how perfectly-tuned for running the former track athlete Reiâs glutes were.
He was staring at another manâs ass.
Is this what Gou dealt with all the time? Being utterly distracted by the physiques of her half-naked male friends?
How did she function like this?
He let Makoto make excuses for his poor performance in the dayâs time trials by postulating that he was coming down with a summer cold and should go home early. He wasnât going to argue, even though he really wanted to just stay in the pool for the rest of practice, but it was easier than explaining that he couldnât concentrate because Makotoâs pecs were like, right there in front of his face, taunting him.
Gou caught him on his way out of the changing room.
"Thanks so much for bringing them to school for me, Haruka-sempai."
Oh, right, the magazines.
Haruka shrugged, just wanting those accursed things out of his sight.
"I know youâre not into these sorts of things, but there was an issue on the new line of swimsuits out this season I thought you might be interested in, so I figured you could hold onto it for a while, you know? To check them out."
Then she produced the damnable object that had started his downward spiral into sexually-conflicted madness and all but shoved it in his face.
"No waterfalls," he heard himself mutter.
"What was that, Haruka-sempai?"
"Nothing. Thanks."
He grabbed the magazine and shoved it into his bag, making a hasty exit amidst murmurs of Nagisa and Rei discussing how sick he must be to pass up swim practice.
They had no idea.
The next weekend Rin came over to spend the night. Makoto left early to give them some alone time. To bond or something.
Everything was going fine until Rin announced he didnât have anything to wear for bed by coming in from the bath fucking shirtless and barely dried off.
Seriously, how was he ever supposed to swim on a team again if he couldnât deal with this?
It took all of Harukaâs willpower not to stare at his friendâs chest their entire exchange. He didnât even register Rinâs apparent disgust with Harukaâs bed-shirt options. Luckily when Haruka suggested they share the bed together Rin took it as a taunt.
Why the hell did he say that?
Then Rin wanted food and god Rinâs biceps were so gorgeous he didnât even realize heâd served that salty mackerel monstrosity Makoto had made.
Why couldnât this night just end?
He suffered through some banter and more teasing before he could finally convince Rin it was time for bed by setting out the futon for him. So they could sleep separately.
Unfortunately, Rin didnât know how to keep his eyes to himself and just go to sleep. He managed to see something under Harukaâs bed.
And suddenly, Harukaâs blood ran cold.
The magazine. Where was it?
Oh, shit.
Try as he might, Rinâs persistence finally won out and he dragged the item out from under the bed.
And not for the first time that night Haruka dodged a bullet.
It was just an old issue of Famous Japanese Mineral Springs and Me Monthly.
Oh, the good old days when Harukaâs world only revolved around water.
The rest of the night passed in relative awkward silence.
In the morning, as Rin explained about the dolphin statue now displayed in his familyâs genkan, Haruka couldnât stop himself from taking note of Rinâs beautiful quads through his running pants.
And thatâs when Haruka realized.
"I think your sister made me gay.
"For buff dudes."
And with that, Haruka started their run, ignoring Rinâs frantic call of, âOi, Haru, you canât just say something like that and take off!â
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Notes:
I donât know where Gou got all those magazines, but I looked the titles up on Amazon Japan to find ones actually available over there (in Japanese and English).
I used the translation generously provided here as the reference for the Rin/Haru drama CD.
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The image of a toned ass clad in a tight, yellow Speedo briefly flashes in his mind, and his grip tightens, making him choke on a gasp. He pumps faster, his breath coming in pants as he pulls closer with his other hand. It isnât quite what he really wants, but it is something he uses regularly, and that is enough.
That evokes thoughts of him and his legs, toned from running and now, from swimming. He thinks of the strength they must have, and imagines those legs pulling him closer as he thrusts into him. And those shoulders- how they must look quivering under him, all tanned and muscular from the butterfly and the sun. He imagines licking a stripe from spine to shoulder, and suckling on skin to form a red mark. He can almost taste the sweat, can almost smell his smellâ
He comes unexpectedly, releasing his seed with a muffled cry. Shivers make their way through his body, and he allows himself to bask in the moment, to imagine that he is there, that did not just masturbate to the thought of him with the use of hisâ
The locker room opens, and a voice calls out, âMakoto-senpai?â
Just like that, his afterglow is cut short, and he feels as if his heart had just stopped. He is in clear view of the doorway, and his penis is still out, still wrapped in his hand, and he still has not wiped his semen off. He is on the verge of panicking when he glances back, and though he is aware of who has caught him, he very nearly chokes at who he sees.
Reiâs face is burning, his eyes wide in shock, and his gaze flicks between Makotoâs dick and the soiled item in front of him. âM-Makoto-senpaiâ Iâ youâ my kickboard?!â
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