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cmbranford) wrote2013-08-20 10:15 pm
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Trying to get back into the writing thing, bear with me...
Title: "Breakwater"
Fandom: Free!
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
compli_cait
Characters: Rin, Haru; Rin/Haru
Length: 1675 words
Rating: M
Warnings: Bathtub sex.
Summary: Taking place one year after the start of the anime (when they are both 18), Rin finds himself on the brink of a new chapter in his relationship with Haru. Also, bathtub.
Notes: This is the completed version of the untitled fic I posted as a draft here (if you're into seeing the before and after of boring technical edits). Working on a part 2 and 3 at the moment, but we all know how slow my hand is.
Breakwater
It wasn't exactly comfortable. Two guys crammed in this not-very-big bathtub, their bent knees lightly brushing each other.
Rin pondered, somewhat dumbfounded, how he ended up in this situation. It began innocently enough. Really, he had just been joking, maybe testing Haru's reaction a little. When Haru drew up his legs, essentially inviting Rin to join him it was almost surreal. Without thinking he'd pulled off his shirt and pants and stepped in.
So, now they were just sitting here, awkwardly staring at each other from either end of the tub, silence lingering. He was afraid to break it, afraid his voice would crack with his nerves if he opened his mouth, which was wholly unlike him. He needed to say something. He came here to talk. About last night, and what it meant--if it meant anything.
But Haru was just sitting there, expressionless as always. Rin never knew what he was thinking. It infuriated and terrified him at the same time. It seemed the only time they understood each other, that they could communicate with each other, was in the water. Whenever they raced he could feel Haru's energy. He knew everything he needed to know about Haru in those moments. Right now, though... Right now he had no idea.
It was easier when they were younger. Childhood afforded better opportunities for sincerity. In the year since Rin had returned they'd healed the rift in their friendship. Well, it seemed that they had. After that first tournament things had calmed inside Rin--for a time, anyway. They'd started to swim together again. Sometimes with the others, sometimes alone. Sometimes the night would stretch out at the pool and they would exhaust themselves in the water.
Last night was one of those nights. They'd finally dragged themselves back to the locker room to shower off. Rin offered Haru his shampoo--an innocent gesture. Haru's hand had brushed his. He moved without thinking. The bottle dropped to the floor, forgotten as their lips met.
It was a surprise for them both, but not entirely unexpected. Rin had caught himself watching Haru more and more recently, mesmerized by his movement in the water, an ache building in his chest. He would try to shake it off, convince himself it was nothing more than an interest in Haru's natural swimming form. It was the swimming he couldn't stop looking at. It wasn't something else. It couldn't be something else.
But there they were, mouths joined in a consuming kiss. Haru wasn't pulling away, but he wasn't pursuing it further, either. Rin'd torn himself away at last, stuttering out an apology before he excused himself. He could feel Haru's eyes on him as he grabbed up his things and ran out. Still a coward, he chided himself.
He hadn't slept at all. His fingers and lips burned with memory. He realized it. Haru had become his entire world. How long ago had that happened? Was it in the last few months, as they grew closer in the water? Or had it been this way since long before? Back to that first tournament where they'd raced against each other as kids. He was already obsessed with Haru's swimming, that was sure, but this was something more. He closed his eyes and he saw Haru. He thought of swimming and he saw Haru. He realized it. Haru was everything to him. He wanted more from their relationship. He needed more.
But what did Haru think of him? He hadn't reacted to the kiss. Was he just in shock? Had be been preparing to push Rin away? Or, worst of all, had he relented out of pity?
He rushed over here without a plan. He wanted answers, but it was awkward now, too awkward to ask. Rin found Haru alone in the house, sitting in the bath in his swimsuit. He'd barely given Rin a glance before returning his attention back to whatever it was he was doing in here. Rin'd made that lame joke about joining him. Haru's reaction pissed him off. Everything Haru was doing pissed him off. Sitting there. Not acknowledging him. Staring blankly at the water now.
Something in him finally breaking, Rin lunged forward. He only caught a glimpse of Haru's bewilderment before their lips touched. The water, excited by the movement, splashed about, spilling a bit over the side of the tub. Haru's attention shifted in that direction.
Rin broke the kiss off. He pulled his face back to watch Haru's expression--to see what he would do next. What came surprised him. Haru broke the silence.
"The water..."
Before he could continue, Rin grabbed his chin, pulling Haru's face up toward his. Their eyes met. It was only a moment, but it felt like forever. Rin could feel Haru tugging against his fingers, trying to turn away again. He scowled, pulling Haru back in, renewing the kiss--deeper this time. Parting Haru's lips with his thumb, Rin thrust his tongue inside Haru's mouth.
Haru's body tensed. Rin didn't want it to be tense, he wanted Haru to want this as much as he did. But he wasn't kissing back. He wanted to cry, but he didn't want Haru to see such weakness. They weren't kids anymore. He needed to show Haru how much he'd grown since then.
He pulled away once more, despondence clear. His face always betrayed his feelings. He tried to school his features, but his body started shaking. He didn't know how much longer he could hold it in. He closed his eyes.
Then he felt heat against his cheek. It was Haru's hand. His eyes flew open. Faced with that same steady expression a range of emotions washed over Rin. Surprise. Hope. Fear. Despair.
"Don't pity me," he ground out.
He was pushing at Haru now, testing his reactions in earnest. His words affected Haru's expression almost imperceptibly. If Rin hadn't known him this long he might have missed it.
He placed his own hand over Haru's, intending to pull it away, but he just held it there, unable to draw the strength. They continued to stare at each other.
Finally, Haru was the one to crack. He looked vaguely annoyed for a moment, then he moved. Rin wasn't sure that he was really moving closer until his eyes closed and their lips touched again.
It was like a dam breaking this time. Rin didn't know what he was thinking or what he was doing anymore, but they were kissing for real now. His fingers had wound themselves into Haru's hair. The water was tepid, but he was on fire. His hand slipped from Haru's at last as he began groping for signs that Haru was feeling the same. His neck. His chest. His ribs. His back. He couldn't tell. His mind was overflowing with sensation.
Haru's free arm gripped the edge of the tub.
Their breathing synced perfectly. It wasn't that much different than swimming freestyle, catching a breath in a rhythm, propelling themselves forward in their passion.
Rin pushed his body tight against Haru now. Finally, he could feel Haru's excitement. If his face or his skin wouldn't betray him, at least Rin could count on this part of him. He reached down between them.
Haru gasped, knocking their kiss out of time.
Eyes half-lidded, Rin nipped at Haru's lips, then his neck, raking his fingers down Haru's chest to his hips. He pushed himself against Haru again, testing.
Haru shuddered.
Rin took it as a sign of consent. He grabbed the edges of Haru's trunks and pulled them down, exposing him in the water. He looked up, studying Haru's reaction.
Haru didn't resist, but he was flushed. His grip on the edge of the tub tightened.
He nipped at Haru's neck again. Haru raised his head, closing his eyes as his breath became less measured. Rin made his move, finally, exposing his own excitement and driving against Haru's, grabbing them both with one hand and at Haru's hip with the other.
Haru bucked into him instinctively. Nothing was going to stop this from happening now.
They built a new rhythm, meeting each other's thrusts, pushing the water about in a storm of activity. It splashed and spilled over the edge like a breakwater in a tempest, pooling on the floor. Haru wasn't trying to watch it this time. He wasn't focused on anything but Rin, lifting his hips and pushing his other arm against the wall for support.
Finally, Rin thought. This was what he'd been searching for in the water. This connection to Haru was everything. This connection that went both ways.
Their breathing had become ragged. Something was building in Haru's expression. Rin knew what it meant, he was almost there himself. Just a little farther.
Their rhythm finally began to lose cohesion. They were a writhing mass of water and flesh, a wave of uncontrolled pleasure. Rin found the edge first and exploded with a whimpered cry. Haru outlasted him by only a few seconds, shuddering once more as he crested.
They both collapsed against the tub. Rin wasn't sure what to do. Everything had been pushing him toward this result. He hadn't considered what would come after.
Haru broke the silence again.
"...You..."
"...What?"
"...You finished first this time."
Rin convulsed.
"Haru... It wasn't a race," he laughed.
Haru, hint of a blush, turned his head away.
"I love you, Haru."
The words rolled out of him. His worry had been washed clean. For the first time in a long time, maybe ever, Rin felt free. He smiled.
Instead of answering, Haru simply drew up his arms around Rin's back, palms lying flat against his shoulder blades. Rin responded by pulling him in closer, resting his head on Haru's shoulder, repeating "I love you" into his neck.
Time seemingly stopped as they held each other.
This was the beginning of something new in their relationship. A feeling Rin hoped he would never forget for as long as he would live, together with Haru.
Fandom: Free!
Author:
compli_cait Characters: Rin, Haru; Rin/Haru
Length: 1675 words
Rating: M
Warnings: Bathtub sex.
Summary: Taking place one year after the start of the anime (when they are both 18), Rin finds himself on the brink of a new chapter in his relationship with Haru. Also, bathtub.
Notes: This is the completed version of the untitled fic I posted as a draft here (if you're into seeing the before and after of boring technical edits). Working on a part 2 and 3 at the moment, but we all know how slow my hand is.
Breakwater
It wasn't exactly comfortable. Two guys crammed in this not-very-big bathtub, their bent knees lightly brushing each other.
Rin pondered, somewhat dumbfounded, how he ended up in this situation. It began innocently enough. Really, he had just been joking, maybe testing Haru's reaction a little. When Haru drew up his legs, essentially inviting Rin to join him it was almost surreal. Without thinking he'd pulled off his shirt and pants and stepped in.
So, now they were just sitting here, awkwardly staring at each other from either end of the tub, silence lingering. He was afraid to break it, afraid his voice would crack with his nerves if he opened his mouth, which was wholly unlike him. He needed to say something. He came here to talk. About last night, and what it meant--if it meant anything.
But Haru was just sitting there, expressionless as always. Rin never knew what he was thinking. It infuriated and terrified him at the same time. It seemed the only time they understood each other, that they could communicate with each other, was in the water. Whenever they raced he could feel Haru's energy. He knew everything he needed to know about Haru in those moments. Right now, though... Right now he had no idea.
It was easier when they were younger. Childhood afforded better opportunities for sincerity. In the year since Rin had returned they'd healed the rift in their friendship. Well, it seemed that they had. After that first tournament things had calmed inside Rin--for a time, anyway. They'd started to swim together again. Sometimes with the others, sometimes alone. Sometimes the night would stretch out at the pool and they would exhaust themselves in the water.
Last night was one of those nights. They'd finally dragged themselves back to the locker room to shower off. Rin offered Haru his shampoo--an innocent gesture. Haru's hand had brushed his. He moved without thinking. The bottle dropped to the floor, forgotten as their lips met.
It was a surprise for them both, but not entirely unexpected. Rin had caught himself watching Haru more and more recently, mesmerized by his movement in the water, an ache building in his chest. He would try to shake it off, convince himself it was nothing more than an interest in Haru's natural swimming form. It was the swimming he couldn't stop looking at. It wasn't something else. It couldn't be something else.
But there they were, mouths joined in a consuming kiss. Haru wasn't pulling away, but he wasn't pursuing it further, either. Rin'd torn himself away at last, stuttering out an apology before he excused himself. He could feel Haru's eyes on him as he grabbed up his things and ran out. Still a coward, he chided himself.
He hadn't slept at all. His fingers and lips burned with memory. He realized it. Haru had become his entire world. How long ago had that happened? Was it in the last few months, as they grew closer in the water? Or had it been this way since long before? Back to that first tournament where they'd raced against each other as kids. He was already obsessed with Haru's swimming, that was sure, but this was something more. He closed his eyes and he saw Haru. He thought of swimming and he saw Haru. He realized it. Haru was everything to him. He wanted more from their relationship. He needed more.
But what did Haru think of him? He hadn't reacted to the kiss. Was he just in shock? Had be been preparing to push Rin away? Or, worst of all, had he relented out of pity?
He rushed over here without a plan. He wanted answers, but it was awkward now, too awkward to ask. Rin found Haru alone in the house, sitting in the bath in his swimsuit. He'd barely given Rin a glance before returning his attention back to whatever it was he was doing in here. Rin'd made that lame joke about joining him. Haru's reaction pissed him off. Everything Haru was doing pissed him off. Sitting there. Not acknowledging him. Staring blankly at the water now.
Something in him finally breaking, Rin lunged forward. He only caught a glimpse of Haru's bewilderment before their lips touched. The water, excited by the movement, splashed about, spilling a bit over the side of the tub. Haru's attention shifted in that direction.
Rin broke the kiss off. He pulled his face back to watch Haru's expression--to see what he would do next. What came surprised him. Haru broke the silence.
"The water..."
Before he could continue, Rin grabbed his chin, pulling Haru's face up toward his. Their eyes met. It was only a moment, but it felt like forever. Rin could feel Haru tugging against his fingers, trying to turn away again. He scowled, pulling Haru back in, renewing the kiss--deeper this time. Parting Haru's lips with his thumb, Rin thrust his tongue inside Haru's mouth.
Haru's body tensed. Rin didn't want it to be tense, he wanted Haru to want this as much as he did. But he wasn't kissing back. He wanted to cry, but he didn't want Haru to see such weakness. They weren't kids anymore. He needed to show Haru how much he'd grown since then.
He pulled away once more, despondence clear. His face always betrayed his feelings. He tried to school his features, but his body started shaking. He didn't know how much longer he could hold it in. He closed his eyes.
Then he felt heat against his cheek. It was Haru's hand. His eyes flew open. Faced with that same steady expression a range of emotions washed over Rin. Surprise. Hope. Fear. Despair.
"Don't pity me," he ground out.
He was pushing at Haru now, testing his reactions in earnest. His words affected Haru's expression almost imperceptibly. If Rin hadn't known him this long he might have missed it.
He placed his own hand over Haru's, intending to pull it away, but he just held it there, unable to draw the strength. They continued to stare at each other.
Finally, Haru was the one to crack. He looked vaguely annoyed for a moment, then he moved. Rin wasn't sure that he was really moving closer until his eyes closed and their lips touched again.
It was like a dam breaking this time. Rin didn't know what he was thinking or what he was doing anymore, but they were kissing for real now. His fingers had wound themselves into Haru's hair. The water was tepid, but he was on fire. His hand slipped from Haru's at last as he began groping for signs that Haru was feeling the same. His neck. His chest. His ribs. His back. He couldn't tell. His mind was overflowing with sensation.
Haru's free arm gripped the edge of the tub.
Their breathing synced perfectly. It wasn't that much different than swimming freestyle, catching a breath in a rhythm, propelling themselves forward in their passion.
Rin pushed his body tight against Haru now. Finally, he could feel Haru's excitement. If his face or his skin wouldn't betray him, at least Rin could count on this part of him. He reached down between them.
Haru gasped, knocking their kiss out of time.
Eyes half-lidded, Rin nipped at Haru's lips, then his neck, raking his fingers down Haru's chest to his hips. He pushed himself against Haru again, testing.
Haru shuddered.
Rin took it as a sign of consent. He grabbed the edges of Haru's trunks and pulled them down, exposing him in the water. He looked up, studying Haru's reaction.
Haru didn't resist, but he was flushed. His grip on the edge of the tub tightened.
He nipped at Haru's neck again. Haru raised his head, closing his eyes as his breath became less measured. Rin made his move, finally, exposing his own excitement and driving against Haru's, grabbing them both with one hand and at Haru's hip with the other.
Haru bucked into him instinctively. Nothing was going to stop this from happening now.
They built a new rhythm, meeting each other's thrusts, pushing the water about in a storm of activity. It splashed and spilled over the edge like a breakwater in a tempest, pooling on the floor. Haru wasn't trying to watch it this time. He wasn't focused on anything but Rin, lifting his hips and pushing his other arm against the wall for support.
Finally, Rin thought. This was what he'd been searching for in the water. This connection to Haru was everything. This connection that went both ways.
Their breathing had become ragged. Something was building in Haru's expression. Rin knew what it meant, he was almost there himself. Just a little farther.
Their rhythm finally began to lose cohesion. They were a writhing mass of water and flesh, a wave of uncontrolled pleasure. Rin found the edge first and exploded with a whimpered cry. Haru outlasted him by only a few seconds, shuddering once more as he crested.
They both collapsed against the tub. Rin wasn't sure what to do. Everything had been pushing him toward this result. He hadn't considered what would come after.
Haru broke the silence again.
"...You..."
"...What?"
"...You finished first this time."
Rin convulsed.
"Haru... It wasn't a race," he laughed.
Haru, hint of a blush, turned his head away.
"I love you, Haru."
The words rolled out of him. His worry had been washed clean. For the first time in a long time, maybe ever, Rin felt free. He smiled.
Instead of answering, Haru simply drew up his arms around Rin's back, palms lying flat against his shoulder blades. Rin responded by pulling him in closer, resting his head on Haru's shoulder, repeating "I love you" into his neck.
Time seemingly stopped as they held each other.
This was the beginning of something new in their relationship. A feeling Rin hoped he would never forget for as long as he would live, together with Haru.
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