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I love you.

I love you so much it drives me insane.

I just wanna be yours.

Rin gazes over to the other side of the benches, where the rest of the team was standing after their win of the U-20 World Cup was announced to the stadium. Everyone was jumping, cheering, and ruffling the hair atop Isagi's head since he was the one to make the winning goal.

His heart leaps up into his throat, watching the way Isagi's lips curl up into a victorious smile as everyone else celebrates him, as he lets the feeling sink into his bones that he was the one who brought Japan to victory and cemented a name for themselves.

Rin thinks he should go over there and join them. It'd be the right thing to do; he assisted with the final goal after all, mimicking the one from months ago when the Blue Lock team was playing their first big televised game against the U-20 team, but something keeps his feet firmly planted in place.

Nobody notices that he's not standing with them. Not that they would say anything if they did, really, they know well enough by now to leave Rin alone if he was keeping himself separated from the rest of the team, not wanting to face the wrath of bothering him.

The urge to get Isagi on his own, to congratulate himself in their own little personal bubble, gnaws at Rin the longer he watches everyone. Would Isagi let him take him away from his friends? Their relationship was tumultuous at best. Though Rin thinks Isagi would humor him, even if it were just this once.

They got the news before the game started that they'd be allowed to leave the facility after it ended to go out and spend the weekend doing whatever they wanted. Only if they won, of course. That was probably the driving force behind them taking the lead early on and making sure that there was no way they'd end up losing the match. Being able to get out of that facility is rare in itself, but knowing that they'll have free rein to do whatever the hell they want surely helps with motivation.

He looks over there again, at the way a grin stretches across Isagi's face and the way his eyes crinkle at the sheer size of it, and feels his heart stutter again, and fuck, when did Rin become so affected by everything Isagi did? When did it switch from wanting to destroy him to wanting to keep him all to himself the way lovers do?

Rin swallows, shifting on his heels as he finally pushes himself to move, to weave through the other players and tug at Isagi's arm, eyes trained on the shorter boy as he turns and cocks his head at Rin, a silent question: what's going on?

"Locker room," Rin says, leaving no room for Isagi to argue as he begins to pull him away from everyone else. Nobody says anything, letting Rin take him, though he does think he hears Bachira laughing about it.

Typical.

"What's so important that you couldn't just say it in front of everyone else?" Isagi finally speaks as Rin lets the door slam behind him, not bothering to meet Isagi's gaze because he knows if he did, it'd be game over for him. "You gonna bitch at me or something for taking the winning goal?"

"No," Rin scowls, keeping his eyes trained on his hands, fingers picking at the skin around his nails. "The opposite, actually. Can't let anyone hear me say anything nice to you."

"You're going to compliment me?" Isagi asks, almost incredulous as he steps closer to Rin. Rin can feel the hair on his arms prickle at the proximity, close but not close enough, and God, he feels pathetic and wants to wrap Isagi in his arms and never let go, but he can't, not without warning or anything to build up to it.

"I am," Rin swallows thickly. "You played better than you normally do."

"Better than I normally do is a compliment now?"

"There's more to it," Rin snaps. "Just shut up and listen."

Isagi cracks a grin. "Then spit it out already."

"You looked like an entirely different person on the field compared to how you were when our program started. No more looking around for anyone to lead you, or taking more than a few seconds to calculate where you want to pass or if you can shoot. Everything comes to you effortlessly now, and it's taken everyone by surprise."

"Wow," Isagi says. "I think that's the most I've ever heard you talk at once."

Rin whips his head towards him, eyes narrowing. "Do you want me to call you a useless idiot on the field or something? Because there are still many areas you can improve in if we want to get technical."

"No, no, I like the nice side of you," Isagi laughs. "It's just unexpected, I guess. You're usually not so… complimentary towards any of us."

"Most of the time it's undeserved," Rin deadpans. "This time it's warranted, though."

Isagi nods, shifting on his feet. Rin watches him with rapt attention, the way his eyes flicker to a locker and the tips of his ears turn red. He feels himself grow almost giddy at the idea of flustering Isagi, finds himself wanting to reach out again and grip his jaw, and force eye contact to see what the other boy does.

He won't. But it's tempting.

Isagi finally clears his throat. "Well, thank you," he mutters. "It's nice hearing that coming from you. You outplayed everyone as always, Rin. So hearing that you thought I played well means a lot, especially because I was so fucking nervous going into it."

"We've played enough matches that you shouldn't be getting nervous anymore," Rin rolls his eyes, straightening his shoulders as Isagi finally turns his attention back to him. "As if anyone on the field would do anything to ruin your game. As if I'd allow that to happen."

"I guess you're right," Isagi snickers. "You'd never risk a loss, especially during a game as big as this."

Rin nods, shifting on his feet as he debates his following words carefully.

We're allowed out for the weekend. Hang out with me. I want to take you to the beach. To the only place I feel I can be myself. I want it to be a date.

"Are you doing anything this weekend since we're allowed out?"

"Not that I can think of," Isagi shrugs, moving to plop down onto one of the benches in the locker room. "Why?"

Rin swallows once, twice, before he can get the words out. "Spend the weekend with me."

He watches as Isagi's eyes widen, not enough to where it's incredibly noticeable, but Rin has been eyeing Isagi for a long time now, able to catch onto many of his quirks and expressions to be able to tell even the smallest detail.

"You sure?" Isagi finally asks. "You're not fucking with me?"

"No," Rin wrinkles his nose. "You don't have to. I was just asking." Please don't say no.

"If you really want to," Isagi says. "I don't mind hanging out. Have anything in mind?"

Rin thinks his heart explodes when Isagi accepts. He has to fight the small, inconceivable smile tugging at his lips as he looks over at the other boy, eyes raking down his hunched-over form. "The beach. In Kamakura. It's peaceful."

At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean
Now I wanna be yours.

Isagi nods. "A beach trip does sound nice after being stuck here for so long."

"Yeah," Rin mutters. "It does."

Isagi nods, stretching before moving to get back up from the bench. "I'm gonna head back to see the others. Just let me know when you wanna head over there tomorrow, yeah? I think we're able to leave the facility as soon as we wake up."

"Okay," Rin says, shifting on his feet again as he watches Isagi make his way back to the door. "I'll let you know."

Isagi flashes him a grin before pushing the door open and stepping out, letting it swing shut behind him. Rin sighs, almost willing Isagi to come back and be with him and not go back out with the rest of the team, lukewarm idiots that he can hang out with literally any other time.

Well, it'll be fine. Rin is going to have Isagi to himself the entire weekend, so he shouldn't be upset over the other boy going back to hang out with everyone else. They're going to end up celebrating their win anyway. Rin will be busy hiding out in the dorms and planning everything.

Everything has to be perfect in his mind. Nothing less.

Rin wakes Isagi up at seven in the morning so they can head out, much to the dismay of the other boy.

"Why are we leaving so early?" Isagi scowls as he rubs at his face, fumbling around as he tries to pack his duffel bag with everything he needs for the weekend. Rin watches him with rapt attention, eyes tracing Isagi's every move. His bag was already packed and sitting beside him, prepared from the night before.

"Because we need to be bused from here to the train station," Rin begins. "And then it's an hour train ride into Kamakura. Plus another twenty minutes to get to the beach and accommodations. We can't waste any time."

Isagi cocks an eyebrow, zipping up his bag and looping the strap over his shoulder. Rin bends down to pick his bag up as well, mimicking Isagi's movements before they begin to weave their way out of the dorms and into the still-empty hallways of the facility. "How much planning did you manage to do in one night?"

"It's not hard," Rin scoffs. "I'm from there. I already know everything about what I have planned. Just needed to solidify a few things."

"Uh-huh," Isagi mumbles, grabbing the door to the facility and pulling it open, letting Rin step out first. Rin mutters a quiet thank you, pausing so Isagi can let the door close behind them before they make their way to a waiting bus, climbing up the steps and saying a greeting to the driver before moving to sit closer to the back. "Surprised you were able to get one of the buses running this early."

Rin shoves his bag underneath the seat in front of him before looking over at Isagi. "They run as early as we need them to."

Isagi snorts, leaning back against the seat as he stifles a yawn. "Do you care if I nap until we get to the train station?"

"That's fine," Rin says, leaning back against his own seat. "Just don't be a pain in the ass to wake up when we get there, or I'll just leave you on the bus and you can go back to the facility."

"I'll wake up," Isagi snorts. "Not like you'd actually leave me behind, though."

Rin wrinkles his nose, moving to rest his head against the window and watch the passing scenery as Isagi settles into his own seat, falling asleep quickly.

He looks over at Isagi a few times now that he knows he won't be caught staring. Watches the way Isagi's chest rises and falls with every breath, the way his lashes flutter against the tops of his cheeks as his eyes move unconsciously in his sleep. All the way down to the soft slope of his nose and the slight pout on his lips as he naps the bus ride away.

Not like you'd actually leave me behind. Yeah. Cold chance in hell Rin would actually leave Isagi behind. Not when he's been waiting far too long to get him alone without the risks of any interruptions. He knew better than to let Isagi go again.

Though he also knew Isagi wouldn't leave, even if Rin was trying to get him to. Rin doesn't know if the idea of that terrifies or thrills him, mostly. Maybe a mix of both.

He sighs, shifting his gaze to look back out the window again, willing the time to pass by just a little faster so they could be on the beach, taking in the sights and smells of the ocean, allowing Rin to relax for the first time in what feels like years.

They arrive at the train station thirty minutes later, the bus coming to a stop, jolting Isagi awake. Rin grabs his bag and stands up, looking over at him before rolling his eyes. "Your hair is going in eight different directions."

"People typically get bed head when they sleep, Rin," Isagi mutters, running his fingers through the dark locks to try and tame them down a little bit. "Better?"

"You still look stupid," Rin says, eyes trained on the way Isagi's hair looks when it's pushed back from his face, nothing in the way of being able to take in the still sleep-ridden expression and the slight droop in his eyes. "Let's go. The train won't wait for us."

Isagi mumbles something almost unintelligible as they make their way off the bus, thanking the driver before heading into the station and passing through the turnstiles, scanning their cards before walking to the platform they were supposed to be on.

They both make their way onto the train without saying much, Rin focusing more on finding a place to sit where they won't be bothered by anyone who could recognize them. The car they picked was nearly empty, though, thanks to the early hour of the morning. Rin isn't sure if he's relieved that it's so barren save for a few other passengers near the front, or nervous over the fact that it means he and Isagi will almost be in their own little world.

As if they won't be alone at the beach for two days.

Rin is trying not to freak himself out over that thought. Isagi probably thinks nothing more of this beach trip than a way to get away from the facility for a few days. What does Isagi even think of this entire thing?

It's almost as if Isagi read his mind once they sat down, shifting so he could look at Rin. "Why'd you invite me to come to the beach with you?"

"Why not?" Rin counters back, slumping against the seat as he fights the burn on the tip of his ears from the way Isagi is looking at him.

"Well," Isagi says. "I figured you'd want to go alone. A little surprised that you invited me."

Rin huffs quietly, eyes moving to look at his hands in his lap as he picks at his nails again, the nervous habit rearing its ugly head. "You're the only one I can tolerate in that place. I also didn't want to go alone."

"Okay. Makes sense," Isagi nods. "Why the beach?"

"No reason," Rin lies through his teeth. "Like I said last night, it's peaceful. Haven't you been to one?"

"Of course I've been to a beach, Rin. Everyone has. You don't strike me as the type of person to really enjoy everything that a beach entails, though."

Rin cocks an eyebrow, turning to look at Isagi once more. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You on the beach is something I can't picture," Isagi grins. Rin narrows his eyes, knowing the bastard is just trying to rile him up. "The sand. The sun. The heat and the water. It all sounds like something you wouldn't be able to tolerate."

"Learn to picture me on the beach, then, idiot," Rin deadpans. "I grew up there. It shouldn't surprise you that I go to the beach and enjoy it sometimes."

"Alright," Isagi laughs. "Looking forward to seeing you somewhere other than a soccer field, then."

Rin huffs quietly, leaning back against the seat as the train moves through the station, the darkness of the tunnels giving way to the sun peeking over the horizon as it rises, lighting up the car. Isagi moves closer, leaning over Rin so he can look out the window as well, watching with rapt attention at the scenery.

"I've never been down this way," he muses. "Looks interesting."

"It's just buildings," Rin mutters, face heating up again at the proximity of the other boy. He feels his arm prickle where Isagi is leaning against him, goosebumps rising on his skin as Isagi leans against him more, chest pressed fully against his arm as he continues to look out the window.

"Buildings or not," Isagi says. "Still looks a lot different than where I'm from. I'm sure it'll look even better when we get to Kamakura."

"Yeah," Rin finds it in himself to choke out the word. "I think you'll enjoy it."

Isagi tilts his head, giving Rin an actual, genuine grin, and Rin feels like his heart is about to pour out of his body and right onto the train floor instead of waiting for the small beach cabin he found for the weekend.

If Rin were a worse man, he thinks he'd lean right over and press his lips to Isagi's here without a second thought, right in front of the few passengers with the lingering eyes on them as they eyeball the two boys who are probably far too close for public transportation.

Damn having decorum and self-control. Rin wants to do something stupid, really, more than he usually does. He wants Isagi alone and in his grasp and above him, being pulled apart piece by piece as he surrenders himself to the other boy, falling even deeper into the throes of whatever Isagi could give him.

Or, well, not that he's positive that it would even happen when they get to their accommodation. Rin doesn't even know if Isagi likes him like that, or if he even considers them friends —not that Rin thinks they're friends, necessarily. Rivals with some tension, which has been pointed out by Bachira, much to his amusement and Rin's disdain.

The train pulls to a sudden stop, shaking Rin from his thoughts, already mourning the loss of Isagi's body heat against him as he pulls away and moves to grab their bags. Rin says nothing as he watches Isagi haul both duffel bags over his shoulder before tilting his head back to look at Rin. "Lead the way, Rin."

Rin nods, swallowing thickly as his eyes catch the faintest glimpse of muscle peeking out from underneath Isagi's sleeve, shaking his head as he pushes past him and leads the way off the train. "We can just walk from here."

They make their way out of the station, the familiar salty breeze making the tension in Rin's shoulders melt away as they weave through the people in the streets. He glances over at Isagi again, watching as he keeps the two bags tossed over his shoulder and takes in the sights around them, eyes wide with what Rin could only assume was wonder.

He feels his heart lurch again.

Having Isagi here, the one place he felt safe and found solace in for so long, despite everything, felt unreal. Rin also thinks he's hyping it up in his head more than it really needs to be, making this trip more important than Isagi probably thinks it is, but damn if he's not bubbling over with anticipation for it anyway.

They reach the beach after twenty minutes, just like Rin had said they would, and he makes Isagi wait as he walks up to the counter for the cabin rentals and talks to the man running it. It doesn't take long for the key to be passed over the counter, for Rin to grip it, slide it into his pocket, then nod to the man and turn back to Isagi, motioning for Isagi to follow again.

Their cabin was just down the beach, in its own little secluded area where the sand heats the ground and the waves lap at the shore just a few meters away, the sound lulling Rin into the familiar sense of comfort that the beach has always brought him.

"This looks like it was expensive," Isagi comments as they walk inside, dropping the bags beside him as he looks around. "I can pay you back for half."

"Don't worry about it," Rin mumbles, kicking his shoes off and walking in farther, eyes looking around at what they had to work with for the two days they'd be here. Sliding glass doors off the back of the living room opened up to the ocean, a small kitchenette to his right for if they dared attempt to cook, which Rin might've been interested in if he trusted himself and Isagi not to start a small fire, and the bathroom and bedroom down the hall to his left.

Small. Comfortable. Close enough proximity to force Isagi closer.

"You sure?" Isagi tilts his head as he looks over at Rin. "I feel bad just being here and doing nothing to contribute to it."

"You calling me broke?" Rin wrinkles his nose. You being here is enough.

Isagi huffs out a laugh, making his way to the sliding doors and pushing them open, allowing the breeze to flow through the small living room. Rin watches as his eyes flutter shut at the feeling, the breeze blowing his hair from his face. He swallows down the rush of emotions that were bubbling up in his throat, biting back the urge to spill everything out right there.

It can wait. Rin needs to wait.

Can he really wait, though?

On one hand, if he didn't wait, that means they could have the entire weekend to soak up each other in their own little private bubble, which is rare to find back at Blue Lock. On the other hand, if he says something too early and Isagi doesn't feel the same, then he's fucked the rest of the weekend up by making things far too awkward.

Rin will have to wait and find the perfect opportunity. He's waited a few months already at this point; what's a few more hours? Or even a day?

"You're staring," Isagi's voice pulls him from his thoughts, and he quickly averts his gaze as his cheeks heat up.

"Shut up," he bites back. "No, I'm not. I'm just looking out the doors with you."

Isagi laughs again, moving to grab Rin's wrist and tug him closer, their shoulders brushing together as they let the breeze rush over them both. "You're not as slick as you think you are, you realize that, right?"

Rin blushes again. "What do you mean by that?"

"You act like a hardass, but you're not," Isagi shrugs. "You invited me here for a reason, didn't you?"

Fuck, maybe Rin isn't the best at hiding things, even if he thinks he is; the other boy is figuring out his motives far quicker than he wanted him to.

Guess it's now or never at this point.

"I did," Rin finally says, shifting awkwardly on his feet. Isagi snorts, moving even closer as he bumps his shoulder against Rin's. Rin feels his shoulder tingle at the contact. "We don't get any privacy back at the facility. Everything is being recorded, and there are always people around."

"That's true," Isagi nods. "So you decided that we should run away to the beach?"

Rin scowls, shoving Isagi away. "Don't make it sound weird, dumbass."

"I think it's cute. Had to take me over an hour away to say you have a crush on me."

"I take it back if you won't shut up," Rin snaps. "It's not a damn crush, either."

"Oh?" Isagi replies. "What is it, then? Reestablishing our rivalry on the oceanside?"

Rin huffs, turning to face Isagi fully as he moves to grip his shoulders, fingers digging into Isagi's shirt. "I'm in love with you," he says. "I wanna be yours. I want to be everything you need, even if you think it's ridiculous. You've been in my head for so long that it's been driving me insane trying to keep it bottled up."

Isagi's eyes widen a bit at the declaration, Rin's boring into pools of blue as he leans forward. "I wanna be yours, Isagi," he echoes, breath fanning against Isagi's lips. "Don't tell me you don't feel it too."

Rin's gaze flickers down to Isagi's lips, watching as the other's tongue darts out to wet his lips, before trailing lower as he watches his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. Isagi says nothing, his hand coming up to curl around the nape of Rin's neck before pulling him in, finally pressing their lips together into a rough kiss.

It was clumsy, Rin trying to find his footing in unknown territory as his lips moved against Isagi's. Wanting, yearning as he presses himself closer, hands moving across the expanse of Isagi's back before settling on his hips, squeezing the flesh beneath his palms. Isagi laughs into the kiss, pulling away. Rin's eyes flutter open again, taking in the sight of Isagi's face this close, the light dusting of freckles across his nose, the way his eyelashes frame the eyes that Rin can find himself getting lost in.

"You seem very eager," Isagi murmurs, nipping at Rin's jaw. "Is that why we're alone? So we can do more than kiss, Rin?"

"Don't word it like that," Rin snaps, feeling his stomach do a flip as Isagi's voice lowers. "Tepid idiot."

Isagi grins, stepping back as he grabs Rin's hand and pulls him down the hall to the bedroom. Rin follows, no hesitation in his steps as Isagi pushes him in front, crowding him to the bed before they both tumble atop the sheets, Rin's back sinking into the mattress as Isagi hovers above him.

"Tepid idiot," Isagi hums, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into the crook of Rin's neck, "and yet you've made this entire weekend a way to get with so-called tepid idiot."

Rin wrinkles his nose, tilting his head back as he feels Isagi nip at the pale skin of his neck, a shiver running down his spine. "It's easier here than at the facility."

"To you, maybe," Isagi says, one of his hands slipping underneath Rin's shirt to rest on his stomach, fingers spreading out across the muscular expanse of his abdomen. "Should've figured that you wouldn't know where the blind spots for hookups are."

He feels his cheeks turn red at Isagi's words. "So you know where they are, then?"

"Of course," Isagi hums, bunching Rin's shirt up over his chest, eyes trailing down his body as Rin watches them darken. "If you didn't make the first move here, I would've shown you them back at Blue Lock. I guess it's more comfortable here, though."

Rin huffs under his breath, letting Isagi tug his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor, stomach tightening as he watches Isagi lean down, nipping at his collar bone before pressing sloppy kisses down his sternum, tongue leaving cool lines of spit down his skin. He jolts as Isagi's tongue swirls around one of his nipples, a low groan ripping from his throat as he grips the back of the other boy's hair, tugging him up. "Seriously?"

"Clearly you liked it," Isagi shrugs, leaning back as his fingers slip under the waistband of Rin's joggers, tugging at the fabric. "Lift your hips, pretty boy."

"Don't fucking call me that," Rin mutters, lifting his hips anyway despite it. "Don't touch my nipples, either."

Isagi grins, tugging the joggers down Rin's legs as Rin shifts, the cool air in the room making goosebumps rise to his skin. He keeps his eyes trained on Isagi as he moves to grip his thighs, massaging the flesh beneath his fingers, eyes trailing lower at the pronounced bulge in his pants. Rin swallows, shifting under Isagi's touch with an impatient huff. "You just going to squeeze my legs the entire time?"

"No," Isagi snorts, bending down to trail his tongue barely underneath the waistband of his underwear, making Rin stifle a low whine. "Your thighs are damn good, though." Isagi punctuates his words by sinking his teeth into the muscle, and Rin jolts at the feeling, pushing him away.

"You keep doing that shit, and we aren't doing anything," Rin scowls. "Be normal for once, idiot."

"Fine, fine," Isagi says playfully, pulling Rin's boxers down in one smooth motion. "So bossy, acting like you're the one in charge here."

Rin scowls, opens his mouth to say something before immediately cutting himself off with a hiss as Isagi's hand wraps around his cock, stroking it once, twice, before their eyes meet and Isagi grins again. "Cat got your tongue now, Rin?" He teases, thumb swiping over the tip of Rin's cock as he smears the small bead of precum at the tip.

"Shut up," Rin whines, hips bucking up into Isagi's touch without him really wanting them to, wanting to try and show some semblance of normalcy and not like his brain is going a million different directions of oh fuck, feels good, or Isagi, Isagi, Isagi.

Isagi, obviously, picks up on this and leans down to kiss Rin again. Rin doesn't hesitate to lean up to meet him, pressing his hands onto Isagi's cheeks to pull him closer as the other boy moves between his thighs, spreading them out around his slightly bulkier frame.

Rin gets so lost in the kiss that he doesn't feel Isagi's free hand moving lower, between his cheeks and against his hole as his index finger traces the muscle before teasingly dipping inside. Isagi pulls away from the kiss, leaning back up before pulling his hand away to spit on his fingers, the glob landing and sliding down the appendages before moving back to where they were, slicking Rin up before he presses his pointer finger inside.

He whines at the feeling, fingers digging into whatever part of Isagi he can find as the other boy slowly works his finger in and out, taking his time as he keeps his eyes trained on his hand. "There you go," Isagi murmurs, giving Rin's hip a reassuring squeeze as he continues his movements. "Just relax, you're doing good for me."

Rin thinks he feels his stomach flip again at the idea of doing good, which is absolutely fucking pathetic at how apparently praise is enough to make his body tingle and the blood run through his veins a little faster as his cock twitches at the idea of being good for Isagi, but he can't find it in himself to care at this point.

"Think you can take another one?" Isagi asks, eyes flicking up to meet Rin's.

You call the shots, babe
I just wanna be yours.

"Yeah," Rin swallows thickly as his hips press back against Isagi's hand. "I can."

Isagi nods, slipping his finger out from Rin's hole and bending down to spit, the glob of saliva dripping from his lips onto Rin's hole, a soft whine tumbling from his mouth as Isagi presses two fingers against him, probing at his hole before slowly pushing inside. Rin's head drops back against the pillows, his chest heaving as Isagi crooks his fingers up against his prostate. "Fuck," he chokes out, rocking his hips back even more. "Need more—don't wanna wait any longer."

"You're very impatient when it comes to this," Isagi hums, yet moves to slip his hand away again before tugging his pants and boxers down, tossing them to the floor alongside Rin's. "You realize I was wanting to take it slow so it wouldn't hurt, right?"

"Don't care," Rin mumbles, feeling his mind already grow hazy as he looks at Isagi, looking at how he hangs thick and heavy between his legs as he moves to line up with Rin's hips, hands smoothing over Rin's thighs and pushing them apart farther to accommodate before one moves to grip at the base of his cock. "I'll be fine."

"I'm sure you will be," Isagi snorts, stroking his cock a few times before pressing the head against Rin's hole. "You ready?"

Rin shoots Isagi a glare, wiggling his hips almost in a tantrum as their eyes meet. "Stop asking stupid questions."

Isagi shakes his head, squeezing Rin's thigh with the hand that was still on him before pressing forward, hissing under his breath as the tip of his cock slips through the slight resistance in Rin's hole before sinking in easily. Rin groans, hands flying out to find purchase back on Isagi's shoulders as the other boy leans over him, arms coming up to bracket both sides of his head as he slides in to the hilt.

Fuck does it feel different than Rin always thought it would, but oh god, is it nearly indescribable having Isagi hovering over him, almost chest to chest as he waits for Rin to adjust to the feeling of having something inside of him for the first time. "Is this okay?" Isagi murmurs, head tilting down to nudge his nose against Rin's cheek. "I don't want to move until you're sure that it'll be fine."

Rin feels his body light up at Isagi's words, tilting his head up to capture his lips in another kiss, his hips rocking back against Isagi's as the other boy dipped lower, slipping his tongue into Rin's mouth so it could tangle together with his own.

Isagi's hips began to move, slow and hesitant at first until Rin clenched down around the intrusion, moaning into Isagi's mouth as he dug his nails into his shoulders, a silent plea to move faster, to carve out every little part of him to make sure he belongs to nobody but Isagi. He wants to feel him as deep as he can go, merging their bodies into one that can't be torn apart. Fuck, if Rin were slightly more deranged, he'd want to try to weasle his way into Isagi's skin, chest to chest, as they made love right on the now slightly ruffled sheets of the bed.

It got rougher after that. The sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room, slick and sticky with the scent of sex hung in the air as Rin's knuckles almost turned white at how hard he was gripping any part of Isagi he could reach, shoulders be damned. It was better than Rin thought it would be, really, the way their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, like there was nowhere else he was supposed to be than wrapped up with Isagi like this.

Meant to be, he thinks, letting his thoughts get the best of him.

Small bruises began to bloom on the skin of Rin's neck as Isagi nipped and sucked at the skin, panting harshly as he picked up the pace of his thrusts even more, driving deeper and deeper into Rin, hitting his prostate with every thrust.

Rin could feel his stomach tightening, heat pulsing through his veins as his orgasm began to curl, his eyes rolling back as Isagi's cock hit his prostate over and over until Rin could barely do more than moan at the feeling. Isagi grins above him, leaning down to nip at his ear. "Go on," he coos, giving another sharp thrust. "Cum for me, Rin."

Shit. Rin comes with a strangled cry, nails splitting the skin of Isagi's back as his cock twitches between them, thick ropes of cum painting both of their stomachs and dripping down Rin's thighs. Isagi groans at the sight, giving a few more thrusts before he finds his own end, grinding his hips into Rin as he fills him to the brim, wanting to fuck everything he had into the boy below him before slipping out, both of them hissing at the overstimulation.

"You with me?" Isagi murmurs, cupping Rin's face in his hands as Rin blinks, letting out a soft huff before nuzzling into his palm.

"Yeah," Rin mumbles. "I am."

"Good," Isagi says, rolling over onto his back and tugging Rin along with him. Rin rolls his eyes, wiggling until he finds a comfortable spot, almost entirely draped over Isagi's slightly smaller frame, before burying his face in the crook of his neck, body growing lax as Isagi tosses an arm around his waist. "You seem tired."

"Course I am," Rin says. "We woke up early to get here."

"Uh-huh," Isagi laughs, rubbing Rin's back. Rin feels himself relax even more at the touch, yawning as he presses himself even closer to Isagi. "That's definitely the only reason you're tired."

"I'll kill you," Rin scowls, pinching Isagi's side and biting back his own small, almost imperceptible smile as Isagi squeaks at the feeling. "I'm taking a nap."

Isagi nods, his hold on Rin growing a little tighter. "Alright," he says. "But we're talking about all of this when you wake up, okay?"

Rin huffs, but nods against Isagi. "Fine."

Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought.

Isagi doesn't speak after that, letting Rin melt against him as he drifts off to sleep, the feeling of Isagi's hand up and down his spine lulling him into something peaceful, something that won't be gone whenever he wakes up.

It's nice, he thinks. Falling asleep like this. With someone he cares about and obviously returns the feelings.

Rin had come here with one idea in mind: a way to make sure Isagi knew how he felt without any chance of there being distractions or anybody overhearing anything. Sure, they'll have to talk over everything once he wakes up so that they're both on the same page. Starting a relationship when you're both budding professional athletes is risky, but Rin thinks it'll be okay. They'll figure it out, one day at a time.

Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours.