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Fandom: Free! Iwatobi Swim Club
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Characters: Haruka Nanase/Rin Matsuoka
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG because Rin is a pottymouth
Summary: "I'm tired" is the only explanation Rin got when Haru's form draped itself across his chest. (Inspired by art from Vicki's plurk.)

"I'm tired" is the only explanation Rin got when Haru's form draped itself across his chest. The quiet swimmer tucked his head against his neck and Rin could feel his soft breathing soon even out. Small, warm puffs of air right at a spot that wasn't too ticklish--but still really damn annoying. They'd raced again, and then Haru had apparently decided that six hours wasn't enough time in the pool, so Rin really couldn't blame him for being tired. If anything, it meant he got a cool pillow, one thickened by slim but strong muscles and permanently scented like chlorine.

He didn't wash his hair, Rin noticed; the smell of pool was thick, even mingled with his own ocean-scented body, and with Haru's hair, still damp and cooling, brushing against his cheek, he knew the boy barely toweled it off, if that.

The hand draped over his chest just flopped forward, dangling from the side of his bed. Over his own biceps, at that, but at least Rin didn't have to stop paying attention to the show he was watching. Some new stupid drama Gou wouldn't shut up about; he knew he'd have to watch it before Nagisa called him to nag about it too. It wasn't due to start for another half hour, so the channel surfing was rampant--but it was a challenge with Haru flopped over like this.

"Haru, move your damn hand," he muttered. Upon receiving no response, he just lifted his own arm, until Haru's slid forward, almost like a rag doll.

Wait... was he...? He couldn't be sleeping on him, could he?

"I swear, you asshole, if you fell asleep on me here--"

Haru moved. Shifted, more like, a little further so his chin pressed closer to Rin's shoulder. His leg, on the other hand, moved up and bent at the knee, slipping between Rin's and pressing right against his rear. "Agh--!!" Rin's yell started, but he cut himself off.

Grimacing, he merely shifted, moving so Haru's knee didn't completely dig into his ass, and propped his knee up by placing his foot flat on the bed. Not the best posture, but certainly more comfortable than having a stupidly-flesh thigh-pillow.

"You're the worst," he muttered, picking up the remote again.

Haru's mouth opened, he could tell as lips brushed against his skin, but the only response he received was a soft yawn and a mumbling for "saba".

This asshole right here...

But Haru had the right idea. the longer he lay here, the more he became conscious of the chest pressed against his, and the gentle heartbeat underneath. A calm but steady tempo to provide a soft, warm soul wrapping around him like a safety net, and the gentle feeling of knowing he was home.

After a moment, he just turned off the television, and his other hand wrapped around Haru. He sighed softly.

"Nn... Rin?" came a tired mumble.

"Yeah, Haru?" Rin's voice barely spoke louder than a whisper.

"...can you turn off the light?"

Rin was going to punch him.