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Rin wakes up the next morning with a dull ache sitting in his entire body. The good kind, somewhere in between a good game and a good night’s sleep. Except, it’s the off-season and last night, he didn’t get much sleep. Though, he was in bed.
With Shidou.
Shidou.
He rolls over to find the other half of the bed empty, the sheets wrinkled in the shape of a body: proof that Rin didn’t dream it. It’s embarrassing to admit that that is the kind of thing he might dream of. That it’s a possibility. In spite of himself, he reaches over and curls his fingers into the fabric. It’s warm, still. A reality.
He sighs. Really, he sighs, flipping himself until he gets a face full of pillow that smells just like him. Drug store cologne and baby shampoo. This entire bed, his bed, smells of it. Of him. Shidou. He’s still thrifty even though he makes a killing playing soccer. Rin likes the smell anyways, burrowing into it like he did Shidou’s neck the night before, clinging to Shidou like a little kid. His face warms thinking about it. He didn’t know he could be so needy. Shidou laughed. He laughed! But in a fond way that Rin feels giddy thinking about. Thank God the dumb look on his face is hidden now. And back then. He thinks he cried. Or teared up. Whatever. Both mortifying to experience mid-coitus. During coitus. Coitus that was not mid, which Karasu has explained means mediocre and to which Rin replied “Just say mediocre,” and then Karasu said—
Who cares about Karasu!
Rin had coitus! Did coitus? Had sex with! Fucked! Was fucked! By Shidou! And he liked it! Wanted it! Realized as their bodies slotted together so perfectly, something like coming home, that he’s maybe always wanted it. Wanted Shidou! Maybe even some-other-word-ed Shidou. But, like, present tense, maybe. Maybe!
Was he even good? Shidou was. There’s not much for Rin to be good at. How does one be good at letting his pain-in-the-ass teammate have his way with him? Shidou did all that was needed. Kissed Rin in the bar, choosing the moment they were out of sight because he knows how Rin is about being seen and vulnerable. And what was Rin even doing in a bar with Shidou anyways? It was for Nanase’s birthday, but the birthday boy was long gone. Oh, Rin was asking for it! And got it, he did. Shidou riled Rin up with ease, a thing he’s become quite the expert at, stuck his thigh between Rin’s legs and Rin had no idea how good that could be. It wasn’t helped by the heat of Shidou’s breath, warm with the scent of whiskey and the syllable of Rin’s name, over and over and over. It felt like a long time coming, but that was the first Rin ever heard of it.
What was he doing all this time when he wasn't pressed up against a wall with Shidou all over him? And why wasn’t he doing that ? Way better than fighting. Not that they’ve done that much over the years. Still, he hated Shidou. Or at least played the role of it. He never expected Shidou to be in his life long enough for things to change. But he has. And they did.
What now?
Good question. Good in the way that a bomb is a good weapon. Rin’s on the brink of an existential crisis. At some point, apparently, being Shidou’s enemy incorporated itself into Rin’s identity. He tightens the duvet around himself. This isn’t enemies. And it’s fine. He doesn’t think he wants to be enemies. So, if anything, it’s more than fine. But what, then, does he want them to be? What, then, could they be?
Rin embarrasses himself by whimpering. It’s a hard question! And, yes, he can’t answer it alone, but Shidou’s somewhere that isn’t this bed and Rin is having so much fun populating it with his smell. Making himself inseparable from the linens. His scent, Shidou’s scent, their scent. The word home comes to mind. Even more embarrassing. Nevertheless, he struggles to find a reason to get out. It’s warm and he’s aching because Shidou is good but he is also rough and it’s not a bad thing, but if Shidou’s going to defile Rin’s virtue the least he could do is carry Rin around.
Actually, Rin would hate that. So, really, the fact Shidou isn’t doing that means he knows Rin would hate it and Aww he knows me so well screams his dumb little brain.
He decides to part ways with the very cozy but tacky bed. Can’t defuse a bomb by scenting Shidou’s bed sheets like a territorial dog! He grabs his boxers off of the floor and puts on his shirt from the night before, foregoing pants for the full morning-after look. He wonders if other people abandon pants post-coitus with as much intent as he did just now. He presses forward with the latent thought that he might be a bit of a slut.
Until he reaches the bedroom door, where he almost gets struck to the floor by the memory of kneeling in front of it with Shidou’s dick in his mouth. He did that! Even though he’s never done it before! Oh my God, and at one point Shidou caressed his hair all gentle and muttered a strangled, “Less teeth” at him.
Rin swings open the door and steps out before the humiliation sends him under Shidou’s bed where he would reside for the rest of his miserable toothy blowjob life.
On the other side, the hallway smells of instant ramen—the kind Shidou is always making between practice in the PXG facility kitchenette. And faintly, coffee. Rin follows his nose towards the kitchen right when Shidou rounds the corner into the hallways and almost spills hot coffee and spicy broth all over him.
“Rin!” Shidou exclaims like he is surprised to find Rin in his home. “I thought you were asleep.”
Rin feels more awkward than he usually does. “Yeah, that’s the thing about sleeping people. They wake up.”
Shidou laughs at that in the way one would laugh at a joke from someone he was balls deep in the night before. “I made you breakfast!” He holds up a tray, which Rin is surprised he has, with a piping hot bowl of ramen noodles and a mug of coffee. It’s a little lighter than Rin takes it but he’s too busy fighting the teenage girl screaming in his brain to care.
He knocks her out, but still feels all mushy and soft. “I’ll have it in the kitchen,” he says.
And Shidou obliges, because he is very obliging today. Just like yesterday and a little bit into this morning, where he indulged Rin’s every request and demand to touch him here and to touch him there, to go faster, to go harder. Shidou turns and heads to the kitchen. Rin follows with his eyes on Shidou’s back. Broad, muscular, filling out the grey t-shirt he has on so deliciously. Coincidentally, Rin’s stomach rumbles. The tips of his fingers go numb when he recalls that underneath the fabric are many light red scratches.
It’s not a far walk to the kitchen, even though Rin cycled through enough thoughts to last a walk to the convenience store across the street. They stop at the dining table; natural, considering Rin is about to eat. Shidou sets the food down, careful like they're back in bed and Rin has somehow transfigured into a tray.
Rin is hungry and it’s time to eat. But instead of a chair, he finds himself reaching for Shidou, who turns around to intercept Rin’s touch with his solid chest and shoulders. Shidou grins and neither of them are thinking about food.
“It’s a good thing you wanted to eat here,” he says. “I’d get ramen all over the bed if I tried this in there.”
He grabs Rin, hands slipping around his waist, tugging him close until they’re flushed together, just like he did the night before, reminding Rin that he is a man, that he is a human, that Rin is, too. Warm blood just like him
He kisses Rin roughly. Like Rin’s mouth is the door to somewhere and Shidou is breaking in. No need. Rin lets him through, head lolling back under the weight of Shidou’s intrusion.
When they part for air, Rin feels like he has been brought back from the dead, the air he breathes in like an ice bath for his feverish lungs.
“Your sheets are black,” Rin says, still thinking about what Shidou said. It’s miraculous that he still has sentient thought, “—which, ugly as fuck by the way—it wouldn’t show up.”
“I’d still have to wash them, nasty,” comes Shidou’s rebuttal. “But I guess nasty is just how you are.” He nips at Rin’s bottom lip and gives Rin’s ass a possessive squeeze. “So sexy.”
Rin’s heart does something stupid. “Sex—Sexy?” he stammers like a little virgin boy. (He’ll have you know he has fooled around before last night!) “I barely do anything.” Lie! See: not currently wearing pants.
“It’s not what you do.” Shidou’s hand slides down to the back of Rin’s thigh, gripping hard enough to lift Rin’s foot off the ground. Shidou hooks the now airborne leg around his hips. “It’s how you are. Just so…” He sighs and it fans against Rin’s face. His breath is stale as breath is in the morning. Rin doesn’t mind. “Perfect,” Shidou finishes.
Rin doesn’t mind at all. He flexes his raised leg. He wants to climb Shidou like a tree. “You think I’m perfect?”
“Yeah,” Shidou breathes, hand sliding up the loose pant leg of Rin’s boxers. “Why else would we be here?”
“Right,” Rin finds himself agreeing and it makes sense to him. “Why else?” He smiles right where Shidou can see.
“I am really glad that last night happened.” His palm fits now against Rin’s bare ass, a contrast to the sentiment in his voice. “I want it to happen again.”
Rin decides that now is as good of a time as ever to get an answer to the question he’s been asking himself since he woke up. Or, more truthfully, since the moment Shidou’s lips met his last night. “In what way?”
Shidou’s answer is immediate. “In every way.”
Rin’s stupidity is apparent. “Like, sex positions?”
“No.” Shidou frowns, then he rolls his eyes, fond. “Shut up.” It’s weird hearing that from Shidou instead of saying it to him. “In the ‘you’re perfect’ way. In the ‘perfect things are held onto and never let go’ way. In the ‘I—“
Rin stops him right there. They shouldn’t skip any steps. He has already received the best answer he could have hoped for when, up until last night, he thought they were enemies. Silly him, he supposes. They stopped being enemies a long time ago. Whatever they were instead, whatever they are now. Rin knows he feels the same.
He threads his fingers through Shidou’s hair and makes two fists, like he’s holding up the severed wires of a neutralized explosive in triumph. In safety.
“You’re perfect, too,” he whispers and forces Shidou backwards until Shidou is bracing himself against the table. Revenge!
He can smell the ramen and coffee going cold. From here, Rin can only get warm.