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For the most part, Sousuke adjusted fairly well to having very limited use of his shoulder. After the extra damage he'd done at the regional tournament, he was under orders to avoid putting any kind of stress or weight on his right shoulder for a while, lest he do something truly irreparable.
However it was still gnawing at his insides that he couldn't swim any more. He'd dedicated so many years to being the best he could be and then pushing even further, and now he felt lost and aimless with just school work to focus on. Honestly, if he didn't have Rin he was fairly certain that he would have just shut down completely, all sense of purpose lost.
But Rin had been so good about looking after him, sometimes straying into the territory of 'too much' but always with the best intentions. Sousuke was constantly looking for ways to help him back, so that he could feel less useless, and that was how he found himself spending his afternoon walking back and forth along the Samezuka pool.
Rin had very sheepishly and hesitantly asked if he could maybe come along to a few practices, because apparently the younger boys had somehow found out about him helping Nitori, and were wondering if he could help them make the kind of improvements Nitori had. As quietly flattered as he was, Sousuke had reminded Rin that his brutal personal training regime was the reason why he couldn't actually swim any more, only to be brushed off.
“Please,” Rin had scoffed, “I know what you're like. You're never as hard on anyone as you are on yourself, and there's no way in hell you'd let those kids push as hard as you did. Plus, you might stop them from making dangerous mistakes.”
He'd given Sousuke a meaningful look, making the brunet pointedly avert his own eyes. “But I'm not gonna push you, okay? If you really don't want to, I won't make you, because I want you to be happy more than anything else.”
And then Rin had done that damn thing with his face, and Sousuke's mental balance immediately tipped in Rin's favour. Grinning, Rin had known he'd won as he'd left a smacking kiss on his boyfriend's cheek, announcing that he had to go set up as he left the dorm.
Of course, Rin had apparently deemed it unnecessary to tell Sousuke that they were having a joint practice with Iwatobi, and wasn't that just great.
No, that wasn't exactly fair. Tachibana seemed like a good guy, if a little too soft-hearted, and the younger two were certainly enthusiastic enough. But while watching Nanase power up and down the pool, Sousuke couldn't help the irrational stab of envy he felt that the indecisive swimmer who didn't even take things seriously could still compete, while he himself was sidelined despite the hours upon hours of daily training he'd put in to go pro.
So to distract himself, Sousuke had picked the weakest swimmer in the field, hoping he could give the boy a few pointers before nationals. Iwatobi were most likely going to be destroyed by the competition, but anything was better than coming dead last.
It helped that Ryuugazaki swam the same stroke as Sousuke, because there was very little the brunet didn't know when it came to the technical aspects, which Rin had warned him Ryuugazaki was very particular about. Still, Ryuugazaki's technique was sloppy and inefficient, even with all the training that Rin had given him.
Sousuke squatted down when Ryuugazaki hit the end of the pool and bobbed upright, giving the younger man a tight smile that he hoped looked vaguely encouraging. Ryuugazaki had followed his instructions almost to the letter over the past hour or so, and the increases in his times were proof that he would easily improve the more he practised.
As he chatted to Ryuugazaki, from the corner of his eye he watched as Nanase pulled himself out of the pool at Tachibana's urging, only to stand there looking bored for a few seconds before turning back to the pool and making to dive in again.
Sousuke gave up all pretence of conversation and just watched as Tachibana shook his head and stepped up behind Nanase, hooking his arms around his waist and physically lifting the smaller boy away from the pool. Nanase frowned slightly but walked off once he was let go, heading towards the locker room now that the practice session was winding down.
Turning back to Ryuugazaki, Sousuke held out his hand on reflex, offering to help the younger boy out of the pool. It was only when he saw the reluctant look on Ryuugazaki's face that he realised what he'd done and pulled his bad arm back, stretching his good one out instead.
His relatively good mood suddenly evaporating, Sousuke bailed as soon as Rei was on his feet outside the pool, disappearing into a storeroom while he waited for Rin to finish up. He wasn't sulking, he was just...staying out of the way.
Eventually, the sounds of people milling around quietened down and Rin poked his head through the door, towel draped sloppily over his wet hair.
“Oi, what are you doing in here? I've been trying to find you.”
Sousuke just shrugged, not bothering to try and come up with any sort of believable excuse. Rin rolled his eyes, but beckoned Sousuke forward before disappearing from the doorway. Hands shoved in his pockets, Sousuke followed obediently, looking around and seeing that the pool was completely empty.
Ducking into the locker room after his boyfriend, the brunet noticed that it too was empty, except for where Rin was quickly rinsing the chlorine from his body. He only stared a little bit while waiting for Rin to finish, too caught up in his own unhappiness to be entirely interested in anything sexual.
“What's going on in your head?”
Sousuke visibly jolted when he realised that Rin was suddenly standing in front of him, towel wrapped loosely around his waist and hair dripping trails of water down his bare chest. Blinking vacantly a few times, he just shook his head, pushing his own hair out of his eyes.
“Nothing. Just kinda miss swimming.”
Rin's shoulders slumped and he dropped onto the locker room bench next to Sousuke, grabbing his hand and squeezing. “Sorry for making you come to training. I won't do it again.”
“Like you could make me do anything I don't want to.”
“You always have been a stubborn motherfucker.”
Laughing, Rin let his head fall onto Sousuke's good shoulder, laughing even harder when his boyfriend tried to get away from the wet hair soaking his shirt.
“You dick,” Sousuke mumbled even as he fought back a smile, feeling better just from being in Rin's presence.
“Yeah,” Rin agreed as he pushed his head into Sousuke's neck, making sure to rub his wet hair everywhere he could reach, “but I'm your dick.”
“Sappy,” Sousuke grimaced jokingly, pushing Rin's head away and then wiping his wet hand on Rin's towel-covered thigh. Rin grinned as he looked pointedly between Sousuke's hand and face, making a hand job gesture while Sousuke rolled his eyes and used his now-dry hand to shove Rin's own out of his face.
“Not in the locker room, idiot.”
“Wouldn't be the first time,” Rin replied gleefully, patting Sousuke's thigh and standing up to grab his clothes.
Sousuke lightly slapped Rin's ass in return, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. “I do remember, I was there.”
“That was a good day.”
“Mm hmm.”
“A very good day.”
“Mm hmm.”
“Really, really good.”
“Rin.”
There was only silence in return and Sousuke craned his neck to try and look at his boyfriend, but the layout of the room was obstructing his view, and he warningly repeated, “Rin.”
“What?”
Stepping back into view, Rin seemed utterly unconcerned by the fact that his form-fitting underwear, the only thing he was wearing, was doing absolutely nothing to hide his raging hard-on.
“Seriously?” Sousuke questioned, even as he felt his own body stir in response. Rin just shrugged.
“It'll be fine by the time I finish getting dressed, then we can go continue this in our dorm.” Winking as he disappeared from view, Rin obviously wasn't expecting the large hand that slammed his locker shut before he could even start reaching for the rest of his clothes, making him jump from the loud noise.
“Shit, Sou!”
“Sorry,” Sousuke muttered even as he took a step forward, crowding Rin against the bank of lockers while making sure not to press him too hard into the uncomfortable columns of handles and padlocks. “I just...you were right. That was a good day. Real good.”
Although there wasn't too much difference in height between them, Sousuke was broad enough that he felt like he was completely enveloping Rin, his smaller boyfriend looking damn near tiny next to the width of Sousuke's shoulders and chest. He knew that Rin got off on the idea of being so overshadowed by someone bigger and stronger, and so he drew himself to his full height, looming over Rin's shoulder.
Rin quickly glanced back and pressed his hips into Sousuke's groin, biting his lip at the growing hardness he could feel against his ass. Just as quickly, though, he pulled himself forward again, turning around and making Sousuke take a few steps back.
“...What's wrong?” Sousuke asked at the suddenly serious look on Rin's face, wanting to know exactly what had caused his boyfriend's abrupt change in demeanour. Rin's pale hand came up and cupped Sousuke's chin, fingers brushing gently at his cheek.
“You sure you want to do this here? You don't have to go along with my weird semi-exhibitionist shit, I can easily wait until we get back to the dorm. Or I can just jerk off, it seriously doesn't bother me if you're not actually feeling it.”
“Rin.”
“Sousuke.”
“Does it seem like I'm not feeling it?” Closing the space between them, Sousuke shamelessly slotted himself against Rin once again, making sure that his dick was unmistakable against his boyfriend's body. The noise that Rin let out was positively feral and he shoved a hand between them, hand groping confidently at Sousuke's clothed cock.
“You like the idea of maybe getting caught.”
Sousuke somehow managed a reasonably nonchalant shrug, despite the fact that he was leaning pretty enthusiastically into Rin's hand. “Not quite as much as you, but it's definitely a plus to not have to squeeze into a fucking bunk bed.”
Pulling a face, Rin voiced his agreement, but it was lost to a breathy groan the moment his towel was ripped away and replaced with teasing fingers running along his cock. Sousuke's free forearm was pressed into the locker above Rin's head, using his body to box him in, and the bright red flush along Rin's cheekbones spoke volumes to just how much he was enjoying it.
Even if Sousuke couldn't pick his boyfriend up the way he used to, Rin still reacted so prettily to non-violent strength and size, and Sousuke had to admit that it was one hell of an ego trip to see Rin looking up in dazed awe, sharp teeth biting his lip.
One hand still on Rin's dick, even when the redhead's own fell back to clutch awkwardly at the locker behind him, Sousuke leant down to lick into Rin's mouth, only pulling back once Rin got himself together enough to tug Sousuke's shirt up to his armpits.
Letting the redhead strip him of his tee and throw it aside, Sousuke stepped forward again and ran his hands down Rin's sides, the sheer size of them practically swallowing up Rin's narrow hips as he pulled Rin towards him. Sousuke slipped one thigh between Rin's own, using his grip to encourage Rin to slowly grind against the solid mass of his leg.
“You gonna fuck me?” Rin asked as one arm wound around the back of Sousuke's neck, enjoying the feel of his naked body against the fabric of Sousuke's track pants. The brunet didn't reply immediately, his mouth too busy leaving marks along Rin's neck and shoulder to have time for anything as boring as talking.
“I might fuck you,” Sousuke eventually muttered into Rin's neck, punctuating his words with quick kisses. “Or I might just drive you crazy, get my fingers and tongue inside you and then-”
Whatever else he was going to say was lost when a strangled shriek came from behind them, Sousuke immediately spinning around and shoving Rin behind him in a move that was more for the sake of his boyfriend's modesty than anything else.
Rin's locker was diagonally across from the open doorway, where an extremely red-faced Tachibana was standing, one hand clapped across his eyes as his mouth formed sounds that just weren't coming out.
Not one to show the embarrassment that was burning in his gut at having been caught, Sousuke cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his bare chest, trying not to look like he was hiding himself. “What?”
“I-I just wanted to get my phone!” Tachibana damn near wailed, still covering his eyes and looking like he was going to burst a blood vessel in his face. Glancing around, Sousuke saw the mentioned item sitting on a bench, and rolled his eyes.
“It's to your left.”
Sousuke didn't think he'd ever seen anyone move as quickly as Makoto did in that moment, darting into the room and straight back out again once his phone was safely in his hand. He was apologising frantically the entire time and almost tripped over twice, but Sousuke just watched him blankly, making sure that his body entirely covered Rin from view.
The door slamming closed to indicate that they were alone once more, Sousuke felt Rin clutch at his back, sagging against him. “Why did it have to be Makoto?”
“...Does that even matter?”
“He's the innocent one! Makoto is everything that is good and pure in this world and I made him see me trying to ride your leg!”
“Umm...” Sousuke started, pulling away from Rin and walking over to grab his towel, throwing it to Rin so he could cover up. “Wait, isn't he fucking Nanase?”
“We've been through this, no one's fucking Haru...as far as I know.” Finally pulling his clothes out of his locker, Rin made an annoyed noise that had Sousuke turning around to look at him.
“Seriously?” Sousuke asked, incredulous. Rin just shrugged, pulling a face as he tried to comfortably tuck his still-hard dick into his underwear.
“He might be the innocent one, but c'mon, he's hot. And you already knew that I'm an exhibitionist.”
“True,” Sousuke sighed heavily, tugging his shirt back into place and then grabbing his bag. “I'm not touching you again until we get back to the dorm, though.”
“Wimp,” Rin snarked, even as he grinned and patted Sousuke on the lower back. Despite his casual mood, though, he knew that this was going to have consequences, and he wasn't sure if they were going to be good ones.