Ship: Sousuke/Rin Fandom: Free! Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Word Count: 456 words
Unrequired longing, pining, heartbreak, murder fantasies. ALL THOSE DELICIOUS THINGS.
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It’s so hot that the sun bakes them dry within minutes if they emerge from the pool. Rin ducks under and for a second, his hair floats about him, purple petals expanding and then closing as they cling to his scalp when he lifts his head out of the water. The water’s warmer than it should be, heated by the sun to be nearly lukewarm.
It’s better to be boiled than baked, however, so they stay in the water.
“Hot,” Rin groans pitifully as he strokes over to where Sousuke’s just floating on his back. He can feel his stomach burning despite the frequent handfuls of water that Sousuke pours over it.
“I know,” he says and splashes water into Rin’s face. This close, he can see the droplets of water clinging to Rin’s eyelashes, refracting sunlight into rainbow sparkles. A drop of water’s clinging to the dip of Rin’s upper lip and the soft curves of Rin’s mouth are dry already, no moisture in their tiny creases. Sousuke knows Rin’s mouth better than his own palm by now. He could draw it from memory, draw it in repose, draw it smiling, draw it grinning - he stares a moment too long as Rin sighs and his lips part. He has to remind himself to look away, to not watch the way that Rin’s mouth move when it opens.
Friends. They’re just friends. There’s nothing to stare at.
Rin splashes him back, then ducks his head under the water to wet his hair again. For a second, Sousuke imagines placing his hand on top of that beloved head, pushing Rin down and then -- then what? Drown him? Rub against him? Both? Feel him struggle and choke for air, feel those sharp teeth sink in and watch his own blood blossom into the water?
He deserves to be hurt for even thinking such thoughts.
When did his fingers tangled in Rin’s wet hair? Rin comes up for air and looks at Sousuke questioning.
“There was a bug in your hair,” Sousuke lies smoothly and tries not to think of how often he’s lied to Rin by now. Love has made a liar of him. (Love has made a lunatic of him.)
Sousuke pulls his hand away and looks automatically to see if any hairs came with them. He doesn’t believe in voodoo, doesn’t think love that’s magically caused would be worth anything even if it worked but… He’s a teenage boy and he’s in love with his best friend who’s in love with his best friend who, as far as Sousuke can tell, is in love with any body of water big enough to jump into.
Desperate doesn’t even begin to describe Sousuke’s situation.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 456 words
Unrequired longing, pining, heartbreak, murder fantasies. ALL THOSE DELICIOUS THINGS.
***
It’s so hot that the sun bakes them dry within minutes if they emerge from the pool. Rin ducks under and for a second, his hair floats about him, purple petals expanding and then closing as they cling to his scalp when he lifts his head out of the water. The water’s warmer than it should be, heated by the sun to be nearly lukewarm.
It’s better to be boiled than baked, however, so they stay in the water.
“Hot,” Rin groans pitifully as he strokes over to where Sousuke’s just floating on his back. He can feel his stomach burning despite the frequent handfuls of water that Sousuke pours over it.
“I know,” he says and splashes water into Rin’s face. This close, he can see the droplets of water clinging to Rin’s eyelashes, refracting sunlight into rainbow sparkles. A drop of water’s clinging to the dip of Rin’s upper lip and the soft curves of Rin’s mouth are dry already, no moisture in their tiny creases. Sousuke knows Rin’s mouth better than his own palm by now. He could draw it from memory, draw it in repose, draw it smiling, draw it grinning - he stares a moment too long as Rin sighs and his lips part. He has to remind himself to look away, to not watch the way that Rin’s mouth move when it opens.
Friends. They’re just friends. There’s nothing to stare at.
Rin splashes him back, then ducks his head under the water to wet his hair again. For a second, Sousuke imagines placing his hand on top of that beloved head, pushing Rin down and then -- then what? Drown him? Rub against him? Both? Feel him struggle and choke for air, feel those sharp teeth sink in and watch his own blood blossom into the water?
He deserves to be hurt for even thinking such thoughts.
When did his fingers tangled in Rin’s wet hair? Rin comes up for air and looks at Sousuke questioning.
“There was a bug in your hair,” Sousuke lies smoothly and tries not to think of how often he’s lied to Rin by now. Love has made a liar of him. (Love has made a lunatic of him.)
Sousuke pulls his hand away and looks automatically to see if any hairs came with them. He doesn’t believe in voodoo, doesn’t think love that’s magically caused would be worth anything even if it worked but…
He’s a teenage boy and he’s in love with his best friend who’s in love with his best friend who, as far as Sousuke can tell, is in love with any body of water big enough to jump into.
Desperate doesn’t even begin to describe Sousuke’s situation.