Sousuke is just fucking done with today. Passing the threshold of the apartment, he feels a weight lift as the savory smell of something meaty and sauced hits his nose; Makoto is such a good cook. Those classes he took were paying off, in more ways than one. He got to do his dream job of being a personal chef and Sousuke was blessed by the fruits, vegetables, and overall prime ingredient choice labors; maybe life wasn’t so bad.
“Welcome hom–ugh, why do you smell… like that?” Makoto skids to a halt, his arms still stretched wide and it would be comical if not for the fact Sousuke very much wants his hug but very much will not taint Makoto with this putrid odor.
Sousuke grimaces, pulling off his jacket and balling it up; “There was… an incident at work tonight. Someone couldn’t hold their liquor so they decided to upchuck it on me.” He toes off his shoes and hangs up his keys. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower and then we can eat, smells amazing by the way.” He doesn’t miss and thoroughly enjoys the blush that erupts across Makoto’s cheeks.
“Thanks, I tried a few new ingredients, I hope you like it,” Makoto admits, eyes averting to the wall. He looks so cute with that blush and the apron.
Sousuke reaches up a hand to tilt his face back to his but then he remembers he smells terrible . “Go on,” he says instead, “get back to it, I’ll be quick, promise.”
Makoto nods and hurries back to his domain, Sousuke checking out that fine ass as he goes. Shaking his head, he hurries to the on suite bathroom, tears off his clothes and shoves them in the hamper. He turns on the taps, scrubbing off the stench as the hot water eases some of the tension from his tight muscles but he still considers asking Makoto for a massage tonight, though he supposes he really should give one considering the lovely meal that’s been prepared for him.
He doesn’t want to but he really should do the laundry tonight because there’s no way he’s losing a pair of his favorite jeans because some idiot decided to over indulge; plus they were fucking expensive! His eyelids flicker–down, up, down, up–and he knows if he doesn’t get out now hewill fall asleep standing up; or worse collapse and then he’ll have a panicked Makoto on his hands and no dinner in his stomach. He turns off the water and steps out, drying himself as he walks into the bedroom to grab his most comfortable black sweatpants and the butter soft t-shirt with the tribal design Makoto gave him for his last birthday. It’s the most comfortable shirt he’s ever worn and he rues the day he has to say goodbye to it.
Stepping into the hall, he’s assaulted anew by the scent of Makoto’s creation. It blooms hunger in his stomach and warmth in his heart. Reaching the kitchen, he leans against its threshold, watching as Makoto scurries around. Ok, maybe scurries isn’t the best term for someone of Makoto’s size but he’s adorable in his earnestness and Sousuke is one inch taller than him, so yes–he watches Makoto scurry around the kitchen.
“Oh, there you are,” Makoto says smiling (god Sousuke loves that smile), “I was just about to serve it up.”
“By all means,” Sousuke says, pushing away from his perch and taking a seat at the table. Makoto brings over a bowl filled to almost the brim with what looks like some sort of stew, setting it down in front of Sousuke. Before he can turn away, he grabs his hand and kisses it; “Thanks for the meal.” Makoto’s cheeks erupt in pink and Sousuke grins.
“You… you’re welcome,” Makoto says, drawing back as his hand is released. It amuses Sousuke that he can still fluster the man after so much time together.
Makoto takes his place opposite him, giving his own thanks for the food and then digs in.
“Holy crap this is amazing, Makoto. What’s in it?” Sousuke asks between bites, barely willing to stop shoveling food in his mouth to ask the question.
“Really? I’m so glad you like it. It’s lamb with parsnips and beets. I wanted something different from a traditional stew.”
Sousuke nods as he listens, taking a bite of the pillow soft roll accompanying his meal and groans in pleasure; “Thank god I have to be fit for a living, otherwise you’d turn me into a marshmallow man.”
“Speaking of work, did you want to talk about what happened?”
Sousuke shrugs, taking another bite of food before replying, “Pretty much told you the whole thing when I walked in. Stupid drunk guy, he looked half dead. We were debating calling an ambulance but his friends rushed him away after he puked on me. I probably looked like I was going to kill him.”
Makoto chuckles, “You do have that effect on people.”
“Hey, you’re not supposed to agree with that,” Sousuke complains.
“It’s part of your charm, Sou.”
Now it’s his turn to blush. Sousuke coughs, reaches for his glass of water and chugs it down. “That… was delicious. Seriously, it’s a keeper,” he says, standing from the table and gathering their dirty dishes.
“I can do that–”
“You cooked, I clean, that’s the rule, now scoot, go relax” Sousuke insists, giving Makoto a slap on the butt earning a squawk of indignation. He grins, turning his attention back to the task at hand. Truth be told, he doesn’t mind doing mundane chores, it helps soothe him in some odd way, makes him feel useful in a different capacity. He puts away the leftovers, washes the pot and puts everything away, giving the counter a proper scrub down before washing his hands and adding lotion to keep them from drying out, a trick he learned from Rin during their days rooming together in school. He smiles at the pictures flashing in his mind, reminding him he really should call the red head; it’s been a while since they last talked.
Entering the living room he’s surprised not to find Makoto, assuming he would either be watching TV or reading a book while he waited for Sousuke to finish the dishes. “Mako?” he calls.
Makoto enters from the hall and fidgets under Sosuke’s inquisitive gaze; “I didn’t want your clothes to get stained,” he says.
Ah, he snuck in to start the laundry. “You little brat,” Sousuke mumbles, falling onto the couch and laying his head back against the cushions. It would be prudent to get to bed, try to get some decent sleep but he’s reasonably sure that won’t happen given the ache in his muscles. How people can presume his job to be glamorous, he’ll never understand. If anything, it’s downright embarrassing, having to manhandle drunk men and women alike either to break up fights or save them from toppling over a balcony. He can’t wait to hear back about the private security job, hoping desperately they take him on; it would mean getting out of that nightclub and into somewhat regular hours.
He rolls his head, groaning at the pinch in his neck and isn’t surprised when Makoto’s hands take hold of his shoulders, gently guiding him forward to grant access to his neck and back. Thumbs press into the knots in his cervical and he groans louder; it fucking hurts.
“Sorry,” Makoto whispers against his hair.
Sousuke pats the top of his hand; “Don’t worry, I appreciate it.”
There’s a hum of understanding from behind and Sousuke works to keep his noises to a minimum; he doesn’t want Makoto to feel bad. Makoto keeps massaging, working his way out and down until the angle becomes too steep for him to get a proper push on the muscles. “I think that’s good for tonight, don’t want to do any damage,” he says, moving around from the back to the front of the couch.
Sousuke leans back again, nodding with his eyes closed. He gives a tentative roll of one shoulder then the other, moves his neck from side to side. There’s definitely still tension but Makoto did an amazing job as usual. The addition of weight and warmth draws him out of his self-inspection and he opens his eyes to find Makoto’s face hovering above his own but they close once more as his lips are covered in a kiss. Moving his arms from the back of the couch, he wraps them around Makoto’s waist, pulling him more flush against him, hungry for more contact and increases the pressure of the kiss, nibbling at Makoto’s bottom lips like he knows he likes.
It does the trick, Makoto positively melts into him, the weight of his firm, hot body a welcome one against Sousuke’s. He lets loose a groan when Makoto cards his fingers through his damp hair, pulling away to suck in a breath before he trails his lips on the male above him’s throat, relishing in the little sigh Makoto lets out.
He’s glad for the loose sweats, his cock already fully hard. Were it not for puke boy at the end of his night, he’d probably have attacked Makoto at the door, fucking him hard and fast against the wall, so pent up was he from watching people writhing and grinding against each other all night, his mind wandering to how it felt like dancing with Makoto like that. He really should take him out again, get dressed up and paint the town. It’s a thought he’s had more than once but he always ends up–selfishly he’ll admit–preferring to stay in when the week is done.
Makoto leans down, teases the flesh of Sosuke’s ear with his teeth making him buck up, allowing him to feel just how hard Makoto’s gotten as well. He moves to stand, expecting Makoto to shift his weight around his waist so he can carry him to bed but he holds fast, pressing Sousuke back down.
Sousuke blinks his eyes open, lays one hand gently on the side of Makoto’s face. “Something wrong?”
Makoto shakes his head vigorously, nuzzles into the hold. “I… I just want…
“You want… what?”
Makoto doesn’t speak, merely climbs off Sousuke’s lap who bemoans the loss of contact but is saved from further concern when Makoto kneels in front on him, wrapping his fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants. Sousuke still isn’t quite sure what he wants other than for him to remain on the couch so he lifts his hips, allows Makoto to pull off his pants freeing his still half hard cock and sighs at the pressure release, glad for the cool air against his overheated skin. But one look in Makoto’s eye has him reasonably sure things are about to heat up again.
Makoto doesn’t move to take off his clothes or Sousuke’s shirt, just stays on his knees, looking at cock, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs. He glances up through those ridiculously long lashes and gives a smile so coy, that–should Sousuke not know him better–he would think Makoto is teasing him.
Sousuke sucks in a breath as Makoto leans forward, sticking out his tongue to trace a line from his hip joint all the way to the tip of his cock, swirling around the head and the back down the other side. He nuzzles his nose against his balls, placing light kisses all over each sending Sosuke’s pulse into the stratosphere. Makoto opens his mouth, sucking in one ball, rolling it around on his tongue as his hand rubs up and down the opposite thigh. Finally, he shifts up, pressing a kiss to the head of his dick before engulfing it with his lips and slowly–achingly slow–takes Sousuke inch by inch into his mouth.
Sousuke bites his lip, relishing the heat of Makoto’s mouth. His hand reaches forward, grabs a fistful of hair but before he can thrust up, Makoto pops off, shaking his grip free; “Not that tonight. I’d like things… soft.”
Sosuke inclines to apologize but he knows if he does Makoto will feel bad, like he’s done something wrong. Truth be told, he loves Makoto like this. Loves the tenderness in his beautiful green eyes. Loves his large hands, seemingly built for toughness but give such a gentle touch that it melted even his hard heart.
He loves Makoto’s cooking, how he can’t help himself when it comes to cleaning, to sacrificing his own comfort to make this house a home for Sousuke to come back to, all despite his own grueling schedule.
He loves Makoto.
How long has it been since he told him that?
“Ok, Mako, whatever you want. I’m yours to do with as you please,” Sousuke says, keeping his voice as soft as possible.
Makoto flushes again but nods determinedly, adjusts back to his previous position and takes Sousuke’s cock–softened but still aching–wholly into his mouth. Sosuke’s large, so going in soft is a welcome surprise as it isn’t often that Makoto can take him to the hilt.
“Ah, fuck,” Sousuke whispers, working hard to keep himself pliant, to not usurp Makoto’s wishes with his own desire to positively fuck his face. He can do that tomorrow, he supposes.
Makoto hums, the vibrations shooting straight to Sousuke’s spine making him twitch. Makoto’s hands–large, strong, but soft–land on his hips, holding him in place as his head slowly bobs up and down, his lips caressing his cock, his tongue wetting him more with each pass. He’s not able to take him quite as deep but it still feels fucking amazing.
Sousuke’s head lulls back, his hand reaching out again but this time he merely cards his fingertips through Makoto’s hair, enjoying the softness of it. Makoto makes no noise of complaint so he does it again, allows himself more of a handful but he never grips and he never tugs, just plays with his hair as Makoto sucks him.
Sousuke grunts, takes in a long breath; “Mako… babe… fuck that feels so good.”
He feels his balls cupped, massaged as Makoto unsheathes Sousuke’s cock from his mouth only to lick it, flicking the tip of his tongue against the head and slit, each pass making Sousuke’s hips twitch and his ass muscles clench.
“I love your cock, Sou,” Makoto says through a sigh. He rubs his cheek against the side of it, his eyes closed and a smile on his red, plumped lips; “It’s so big, so thick and hot.” He wraps one hand around the base, sucks the tip in his mouth, rolling his tongue along the head.
“Fuck… fuck!” Sousuke can’t think of anything else to say, words garbling in his throat until all he can do is voice the one thing he wants to do, so,so badly. He looks down again, meets his eyes to Makoto’s, surprised and pleased by the fire burning bright in his dark green iris.
“You make me feel so good with this, it’s the perfect cock for me. The perfect size, the perfect length.” He licks from base to tip again, never breaking eye contact; “The perfect taste.”
“I… Mako… please…”
Makoto nods, gives a squeeze to the base and sucks down the upper half, his mouth and hand working in tandem. Sousuke can’t stand it, bucking up again. Makoto gives him a look and he stills, mouths an apology and tilts his head back, trying to stay still, trying to let Makoto finish this his way. He sucks him down as far as he can and Sousuke can feel his tip grazing the back of Makoto’s throat; that alone is enough.
“Fuck, Mako, I’m gonna cum, shit, I’m gonna… oh, baby!” He erupts into Makoto’s throat. He can hear him splutter, choking a bit but he doesn’t pull away, just takes it, allows Sousuke to empty himself completely. Finally, he collapses, panting heavily and Makoto lets him go, swallowing before drawing a deep, long breath.
Sousuke comes back down to earth, rolls his head to the side; “I think we found a solution for my tight muscles, they’re like jelly.”
Makoto chuckles, the happy sound warming Sousuke all over again. He manages to crook a finger, gets Makoto back on his lap. His hands seek his hair again, fingers weaving through olive brown, and he pulls him gently down. Lips against lips, he whispers, “I love you, Tachibana Makoto.”
Makoto smiles, bright and wide and open and it’s so beautiful Sousuke thinks he just might cry; then again he’s riding high on endorphins. The kiss he receives says it all. I love you too.
Rin, as you know from my announcement post, is my fave swim bae with Makato a close second (maybe tied for first because Coach Makato is my new drug as much as Captain Rin is).
So I’m switching this if you don’t mind because the scene I had pop in my head worked a bit better if the s/o is visiting him in Japan. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the ask and the enthusiasm!
Starts out melancholy but ends fluffy!
“Nitori! Don’t spread your legs too far, you’ll get fatigued faster!”
“Hai, Rin-senpai!”
“Momo! Stop flailing around! I thought you could swim?!”
“Sorry captain, I thought I saw Gou!”
Rin rubbed his forehead. At this rate he’d look like an old man before he graduated! Twirling the chain of the whistle held loosely in his hand, he continued observing and giving guidance to his swimmers. Thank goodness he’d done his work out already, he was going to be here a while whipping these little sharks into shape. But despite his irritation, he felt his lips tilting up a bit as he saw Nitori do a flawless turn and Momo finally swim a perfectly straight and fast line; maybe there was hope for them yet.
A dull murmur from behind vied for his attention but he ignored it until an unmistakable voice came to his ear. “Good to see you smiling again, I thought maybe you’d forgotten how.”
Rin slowly turned around, chest tight and palms suddenly sweaty. He stared, blinking rapidly. Did he have too much chlorine in his eyes? No, not with wearing goggles. So the only other explain there could be was you were actually there.
“What are you doing here?” he blurted out.
You rolled your eyes, hands resting on your hips. “Is that anyway to greet a foreign guest?” you teased, eyes lighted with mirth.
“Rin-senpai, did you see- oh, hello!” Nitori scrambled into a bow, saying to the floor, “Welcome to Samezuka! I’m Nitori Aiichiro, please to meet you-” he paused as he stood straight.
“________,” you supplied, returning the bow with a slight bend of your waist. Your eyes met Rin’s once more. “That’s how you do it,” you laughed. Turning on your heel you called over your shoulder, “Catch you later, captain!”
For some reason, Rin’s cheeks flushed pink.
“Captain, are you ok? Who was that?!” Momo asked bounding next to Nitori.
But Rin was already moving to follow you, calling over his shoulder, “Take five, I’ll be back!”
You took a deep breath of chemical free air, letting the breeze cool your face. It was odd seeing Rin again after so long. After you’d parted on not the greatest of terms.
Watching him work with his team, it was like you were looking at a completely different person; maybe you were. Because the Rin you knew wouldn’t have been caught dead instructing, much less encouraging others; especially younger teammates.
He seemed bigger somehow, which you couldn’t really understand since it had only been a year since you last saw him. Still, a lot can happen in that time and you wondered what it was that took the snot nosed, high and mighty Mastuoka Rin down a few notches; while somehow elevating him at the same time.
You were about to head off campus back to your hotel when Rin called out, “Wait up!”
You stopped, turning to watch as he ran up to you. He halted, slightly out of breath which you found funny considering how much he probably trained. Red eyes met yours and you almost gasped at the wealth of emotion playing in them. It’d been so long since you’d seen him look so alive, so present, so…on fire.
“Looks like Japan’s been good to you,” you said with a soft smile. You’d planned on giving him a harder time, maybe pull a little “turn about’s fair play” crap but it all felt so childish. What would throwing his past poor behavior into his face accomplish? Nothing.
“Yeah, I…a lot happened.” He looked up to the sky and took a deep breath. “My friends helped me a lot,” he admitted looking back down to you.
“I could have helped you too, if you’d have let me.”
Damn it.
Rin’s expression said it all, regret plainly painted on his handsome features and you wanted to kick yourself. So before you could make matters worse, you followed up that lovely drop kick with, “Well, gotta run, it was good seeing you Rin. Good luck with practice!”
Then you turned tail and ran.
Rin watched your ever diminishing figure with a tightness in his chest he’d forgotten existed. Why didn’t he stop you? Call out, say something to get you to turn around.
Because I have no idea what to say.
He didn’t even know why you were here. He’d like to think it was solely to see him but that was wishful thinking at its best. Before he left Australia, he’d been an absolute ass to everyone – including you. You, who’d welcomed him his first day of classes with a smile instead of mocking laughter. You, who’d helped him with his homework as best you could given the language barrier you both had. You who he’d fallen so completely in love with but refused to acknowledge that fact because how could he accomplish his dream of standing on the international stage if you were there distracting him?
So he’d pushed you away – hard.
Now, here you were again, only you were the one running away. And he knew that’s what you were doing because he recognized the look you held in your eyes. It was the same one he’d let show only in his reflection at home.
“Better get moving.”
Souske’s voice had Rin’s head whipping around so fast he felt dizzy; or maybe it was left over nerves from seeing you up close again looking more amazing than he remembered.
“But I-”
“No buts! Second chances don’t always turn into thirds. Go! Now!”
Clenching his fist and jaw, Rin nodded once, turned on his heel and sprinted in the direction you’d headed. He could only hope his longer limbs would carry him farther faster before he lost any hope of finding you.
Your chest hurt and legs burned and why were you still running?
Stopping to catch your breath, you leaned heavily against a light post. What the hell was wrong with you? It’s not as though Rin even knew how you felt! You’d never made it known, never had the guts to open your mouth and shout, “Stop being an asshole because I can’t be in love with an asshole!”
What a confession that would have made!
But it was no use. Rin’s first – and really if you were honest – only love was swimming. He lived and breathed it like the shark he was and you refused to place the burden of your feelings on him. Why ruin what you had?
But he’d done that on his own. Pushing you away, making you feel like you were worthless and a waste of time to even be friends with let alone anything more. The memories stirred pain in your heart drawing tears to your eyes. Why? Why after all this time did it still hurt this much to even look at him?
The call of your name made you inhale sharply. Your head rose, eyes widening as Rin barreled towards you at a frantic pace.
“What are you doing here?” you asked as he – now for good reason – stopped breathless before you.
Despite his exertion, he managed a smirk. “Is that anyway to greet the man who loves you?”
“Listen here, Rin, you-”
Wait.
“What did you say?” you asked, voice quiet and small.
Rin flashed a bright smile, drawing closer. One hand landed upon your shoulder, the other gently on the side of your face. “I love you. I have for years. I just-,” he sighed, closing his eyes. Opening them once more he leaned forward, drawing his face closer to your own. “I have no excuse other than I was young and stupid. Please…can you forgive me for treating you so terribly?”
You stared, mouth parted slightly as you tried to gobble in air. Was this really happening? Dumbly, you nodded and he moved again, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet soft kiss.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, his own sliding to encircle your waist hugging you close.
Sniffling you said, “Just so we’re clear, you’re still young and still stupid.” His laugh rumbled against your chest and you smiled. “But then again,” you went on pulling back to look into his eyes, “so am I.”
“No,” he insisted, nuzzling his nose against yours. “You’re brilliant and beautiful and bright and sweet and caring and…and…there aren’t enough words in the world to describe what you are.”
“There’s only one I care about to describe me,” you said leaning up on tiptoes to brush your lips against his. “Yours.”
Yes I am, I just fell in love with these boys and knew I couldn’t hold back from opening asks for them. This is so funny, I hope I do it justice!
Haru
It was a blustery day, the wind sending swirls of leaves and petals towards the sky only to return to earth in a most unwelcome place: the Iwatobi High School swimming pool.
But, as usual, Haru took no notice of the floating obstacles, his hands slicing through the water with ease as he swam as he always did: free.
What did break his concentration was the sight of his girlfriend running around the deck chasing papers tossed up by the same playful wind, her skirt shifting dangerously high until a high gust pushed it over her thighs. However, he fell right back into stride when her shorts came into view.
Seems there was nothing to get worked up over and he couldn’t decide if he was relieved or annoyed.
Rin
Amusement danced in his bright red eyes watching his girl running about the fallen leaves hued in gold, red and brown. Times like these she reminded him of a little kid, oblivious to the adult world waiting for them just around the corner.
A sudden gust had her squealing, hands flying down in delayed effort to keep her skirt from flying up to no avail.
“Awww, babe! And here I thought I was going to get a real show,” he pouted as the sight of shorts instead of the sexy underwear he’d imagined she’d wear came into view.
She stuck out her tongue and he flashed a toothy grin as he bolted after her making her squeal again as she ran from his pursuit. “Tease the shark, you’re gonna get bit!” he cried, easily over taking her into a pile of as yet undisturbed leaves.
Makato
“Do you think a skirt was a good idea to wear on such a windy day?” Makato couldn’t help asking as he and his girlfriend walked hand in hand from the train station towards school.
“Like I have much choice with the uniforms!” she complained.
Sheepishly with a slight blush he scratched his cheek. “I guess that’s true. But still, maybe it would have been better-”
“Eeek!”
A blast of cold air shifted the light material of her skirt, blowing it up and revealing…shorts.
Makato couldn’t hide his laughter as he inquired, “If you were going to wear something under it anyway, why not leggings?”
“Because they’re all dirty!” she snapped.
Rei
It wasn’t that Rei didn’t appreciate his girlfriend’s sense of style. Truth be told, it was beautiful. But did she really have to wear such a short skirt to an amusement park?
“Let’s go on the merry-go-round!” she exclaimed, pulling on his hand.
“Um, but, won’t your skirt-”
“It’s fine!” she exclaimed mounting her fiberglass steed. He picked one close to her, retaking her hand to hold as they rode. If he was going to be on the thing at all he might as well try to make it as romantic as possible.
“See, isn’t this fun?!”
Rei looked at her smiling face but as they rounded the bend, a gust of unexpected high wind slammed into them sending her skirt high above her knees. And even though he saw she was wearing shorts, Rei’s cheeks still burned crimson.
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