Exotic Tastes Chapter 3: The Guilt Trip Part One, a free! - iwatobi swim club fanfic

A/N: So it turns out that writing while on a ship with VERY limited internet access and working between eight and fourteen hours is quite a bit more difficult than I expected that it would be, which is how I wound up with a year long lull between chapters. I'm done working on the ship and leave for Thailand for two months to a year depending on how I enjoy it over there. Until I leave I intend to work on this story…and maybe others as much as possible. As usual my life is fairly hectic so I am not certain how often updates will be but I haven't left you guys I promise!

Still don't own these delicious young men so don't shoot!

As always, I owe the fact that I even began writing here to Lavareef and she has consistently stuck by my side through my last ridiculous year and I'd like to think we've both helped each other through challenging months and uninspired moments.

More special thanks to the amazing RaliPB from Deviantart for creating a piece of fanart for chapter two's Initiation dance as well. It is truly incredible to know that I can inspire any sort of art with my story. Here is the link to that piece, ralipb dot deviantart dot com /art/MakoxHaru-456851240

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And thank you guys so much for still following me and reading my work despite my incredibly inactive status over the past year, that really means so much to me. I know that this chapter is considerably shorter than my previous two chapters have been and what my future chapters should be, but I wanted to split this…situation up over a couple of chapters and I fully intend to have chapter four out far quicker than chapter three came.

Chapter Three –The Guilt Trip Part One

Makoto roused late into the morning the next day, pulled from his first restful sleep in weeks thanks to his not-so-little crush and smiled, not quite ready to open his eyes, remembering his incredibly erotic dream from the night before with a sigh of contentment; recalling it in such vivid detail, that he could almost swear it were real. He hummed and stretched before climbing out of bed…at least he would have if his left arm weren't pinned down by something soft, and warm, and smelling faintly of cherry blossoms.

Makoto's eyes snapped open and were drawn immediately wisps of burgundy hair feathered across his chest. Rin! He jolted up, dropping Rin abruptly, and scrambled as far across the bed as he could, yelping as he dropped soundly onto the floor.

"Shit Mako, are you okay?" Rin propped himself up on his elbow and peered over the edge of the bed at a shocked Makoto staring at him like he had three heads.

"I…I…Uhh…Ahh!" Makoto took this moment to realize he was naked and blushed furiously as he reached up, yanking the pillow from underneath the redhead to cover his privates.

"So loud." Haru huffed and leaned up behind Rin, resting his cheek on Rin's shoulder and looked pointedly at Makoto. "What are you doing?"

"Oh God!" Makoto whispered, even more alarmed to find Haru in his bed as well. "Did I? Did we? No…nononononono," he screwed his eyes shut, chanting to himself before he peeked up to find the two stunning, very, very naked men still sitting in his bed staring down at him bemusedly. "Shit!"

Rin glanced at Haru silently asking him what they should do, but Haru just shrugged at him impassively and looked back down at Makoto before pushing himself off the bed and strolling past Makoto into the bathroom to take a shower.

Makoto's eyes followed Haru's lithe form before he realized that he had just openly checked Haru out in front of Rin, again. He turned back to Rin, hands raised defensively.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to oogle him, I just can't believe that he's," he gestured at the closed door and back to Rin, "and you're, and how did this happen…I wasn't even drunk!" His face fell at the realization, "Oh my God…I totally took advantage of you guys, I am so sorry Rin. Please forgive me!" He stares up at Rin, crestfallen.

"Jesus Mako chill out, we weren't drunk either. And you're totally allowed to 'oogle' him," Rin scrunched up his nose in distaste at the word as he watched Makoto begin pacing the floor, awkwardly holding his pillow over his crotch and doing his best to keep his backside from view at the same time. "It's not like there's much to hide after last night anyways."

"This can't be real. This can't be real. No, this is real. This. . This is really a mistake. I can't believe that we did this. I can't believe that I did this to you guys! You guys are good together. You're happy and I just-oomf!" Makoto stumbled into his dresser as he was assaulted by the pillow Rin threw to knock some sense into him. He would have attempted to catch himself but he was torn between guarding his hip, protecting his face, and covering his genitals. And despite the fact that his genitals were the reason he was in this situation in the first place, his genitals won again. "Ow…"

"Knock that shit off Makoto." Rin barked at him. "You're making this a way bigger deal than it needs to be. It's just fun, no one took advantage of anyone. We wanted this. All three of us.
Quit freaking out."

Makoto spun around and backed himself into a corner, eyes wide, as his bathroom door opened and a glistening Haru strode out with one of Makoto's plush, white towels hanging loosely from his hips, leaving behind a faint trail of citrus verbena when he left the room to get dressed wanting no part in the nonsense he had heard through the door.

"I'm…umm…I'm gonna shower and…uhh…try to sort this out. Excuse me." Makoto mumbled, looking anywhere but at Rin, as he slowly back himself toward his bathroom, closing the door a little too eagerly. Once Makoto was safely inside he sagged against the door and sighed. "Damnit Makoto…what the hell did you do?"

"Yeah…you do that." Upon hearing a soft thud against the door, Rin left to join Haru and wiped a palm over his face. "That could have gone better…"

Haru glanced up at him when he came around the corner and hummed in agreement. "A lot better."

That Monday night was the first night since Makoto had begun working at Elements that he found himself dragging his feet. He was no closer to feeling even remotely alright with what happened and he certainly wasn't in the mood to see or think about anything sexual. Rin and Haru had been merciful enough to leave before Makoto had finished his shower, leaving him a note about giving him space to think about things before work, and as grateful as he was, he even found himself feeling guilty about the fact that they felt like they had to leave.

He would catch himself casting wistful glances at them and shake his head, quietly berating himself for being selfish since his selfishness was the reason he was feeling this way.

"Hey Makoto." Haru started quietly, frowning as he noticed Makoto flinch when he said his name before he plastered a smile onto his face and looked down at Haru. Haru couldn't help but notice the difference between that smile and the smiles he was used to seeing from Makoto.

"Oh hey." Makoto continued when Haru made no move to say anything more, "Good show tonight….Not that it isn't a good show any other night…I just…it's…I mean, it's always a good show, umm."

"Thanks, we aim to please." Haru inwardly grimaced at his word choice. Taking a deep breath, he continued, "How's everything with you?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Uhh…no complaints here. Work's good. Everything's….good. You?"

"Yeah, me too."

"That's…good." Makoto was nodding his head so much that he had to silently ask himself if he was a bobblehead now and if he said 'good' one more time he was going slap himself. "Well hey, I gotta go relieve the bouncer for his dinner break. So I'll talk to you later." He turned and hurried away trying to walk slow enough that he didn't blatantly look like he was running away from Haru…even though he totally was.

"Later…" Disappointed, Haru sighed and looked over to where Rin had been watching them and shrugged and shook his head.

Huffing, Makoto rolled onto his side again, nostrils flaring as they picked up the faint scent of vanilla and cherry blossoms instantly taking him back to the previous night where his mind "generously" provided him with torturous glimpses of smooth, creamy flesh, tangled limbs, quiet moans and satisfied sighs, enraptured faces.

"Damnit!" Makoto shot out of bed and ripped the sheets off his bed and shook his pillows out of their cases and threw everything into the laundry before grabbing an unsullied blanket and flopping down onto his couch and squeezing his eyes shut. "Stop thinking about them. It was a mistake. It's done."

He eventually fell into a fitful sleep.

"Mmmm." Rin stirred and reached out to pull Haru against him only to find his side of the bed empty and cooling. He frowned and stared at the space until he heard the water running in the shower. Of course he was in the water instead of sleeping with him. With a stretch, Rin ambled over to join his love.

He quietly nudged the door open and leaned his hip against the doorframe as he watched Haru with a warm smile. Haru had positioned himself directly under the rectangular rainfall shower head that he had insisted they install the day they moved into the house with his eyes closed, face lifted into the mist. Rin's stare turned hungry as his eyes followed Haru's hands as they glided across the smooth planes of his chest before drifting down his flat stomach pausing just below his hip bones. At the pause Rin glanced to Haru's face to find him staring straight at Rin.

Rin slid out of his boxer briefs and joined Haru in the shower, stepping under the spray to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. "Perfect, now I can give you a proper good morning." He purred and kissed Haru deeply, as he pulled Haru closer so that their lower halves were touching.

After kissing back for a few moments, Haru gently placed his hands on Rin's chest and backed out from under the spray. "I'm actually finished so the shower's all yours."

"Oh. Alright." Rin sulked as he watched Haru dry himself in a very efficient manner.

"I'm gonna get breakfast started." Haru started for the door but caught himself and called quietly over his shoulder before stepping into their room to get dressed. "Good morning."

"Well, shit." Suddenly no longer turned on, Rin distractedly went through the process of cleaning himself as he wondered how he had just lost out on one of Haru's favorite morning practices.

Makoto got comfortable at a bench on the band's stage and closed his eyes as he began strumming the gently nostalgic notes to "Same Mistake" by James Blunt on his guitar, as his mellifluent voice drifted out into the silence.

So while I'm turning in my sheets
And once again, I cannot sleep
Walk out the door and up the street
Look at the stars beneath my feet
Remember rights that I did wrong
So here I go

It had been one sleepless night after another for a couple of weeks now and Makoto had finally given up. He groaned, scratching at his stubble and threw on black joggers, a tank top, and tennis shoes, grabbed his guitar, and left for Elements. Thankfully, it was empty when he got there.

Hello, hello

There is no place I cannot go
My mind is muddy but
My heart is heavy, does it show?
I lose the track that loses me
So here I go