[FREE!] I'm so tired

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Titolo: I'm so tired
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Haruka/Nagisa
Genere: romantico, slice of life, fluff
Parole: 1073
Avvertimenti: future!fic, in inglese
Note: prima fic per il MariBingo @ maridichallenge! Il prompt era il numero "50. Sul letto disfatto." Originariamente però sarebbe una drabble richiestami sul blog rp XD

They shouldn’t have been allowed to live together, Haruka muses distractedly with himself, tiredly opening his eyes in the quiet evening. It is that moment in the day when people go back home from school or work, too late to actually get up and do something, but still too early to sleep as well. Him and his lover of years just spent a good chunk of their day off - it is definitely magic that they got their schedules to overlap on one blessed point of the calendar - fooling around, kissing, rubbing into each other in silence and breathing into each other’s space, fully clothed, just to feel the proximity and tease each other. After work, sex is out of the question because, on Haruka’s part, it’s ‘too much effort’, and on Nagisa’s part, well, he did not really mind, especially because he likes doing something in the evening and sex would take up so much time.

They should not have been allowed to get a flat and split the rent, he thinks so because their flat is, to put it simply, the image of chaos itself. There should be someone like Rin or Makoto to mother them and yell at them at all times to just get up and clean their space, but it just so happens that Haruka and Nagisa fell in love. The most dysfunctional and happy combination anyone could have ever thought of.

On the unmade bed are their half-naked bodies tangled together. All around it are clothes, books, papers, food wrappers, pens, opened letters, packets of cigarettes, various bottles, all pushed aside this way or the other to form a bizarre path across the small room. Thus, he looks at the mess their room is in, and questions himself on just how his life brought him to be an olympic competitor and at the same time be so thoroughly lacking any kind of order or discipline. He knows that, if he walked in here, Rin would most likely have a stroke, pass out, wake up, yell at them for five minutes and then cut all ties with them.
It is disturbing though.
“Oi, Nagisa,” he calls softly, shaking his shoulder on which his partner is openly drooling, and the younger takes his sweet time to open his eyes, blink, rub them, sit up - slowly - and then slur out, “what is it?”
“Let’s clean this place up,” Haruka replies, frowning with a new resolve. He’s tired, but thinking of Rin just now motivated him to make the place presentable.
“Huh?” Nagisa grunts, staring at the other like he was another person, and then starts laughing openly only to lie back down and roll on his side. “Forget it, I’m tired. ‘Night,” he mumbles, pulling the blankets back on himself. After getting a job that keeps him occupied almost all day, it’s like exhaustion became such a big part of himself that he even began sparing words because talking too much takes a lot more energy than he’s willing to spend.
“Fine, no more cuddles for you,” Haruka decides, keeping his eyes on the little lump on blankets. To which Nagisa replies with a moan, soft at first and then louder and louder, wiggles a little, only to turn around with the most childish pout. Which would be endearing, really, if he wasn’t twenty-six and definitely too old to act like that. But nobody cared to inform him, and if they had he wouldn’t have cared.
“But cleaning up is hard,” he complains, with a deep and drawn out sigh. “And why do you care anyway? Isn’t this stuff too much effort?”

“We must sometimes,” Haruka says, with a shrug. “Come on, I’ll fuck you if you move it,” he adds, with some barely concealed amusement.
Another moan follows and Nagisa rolls around a few times with insistent little sobs and a silent mulling in his mind before he finally sits up, rubs his eyelids insistently and finally puts his feet down, without looking. At which point, a sign definitely wakes him up. He stepped on a comb which… he has no idea where it came from. Haruka raises his eyebrows silently, but meaningfully. Nagisa glares at him, and then sighs once more, but harder and heavier, before raising his arms in defeat.
“Alright, alright. Let’s do this,” he replies, but turns on some of his unbearable music before getting to work, picking things up and putting them where they belong, throwing the trash out and really, the thing with Nagisa is that all he needs is Haru to wind him up… then watch him go, dance around increasing freed space while, in his penguin underwear and big T-shirt, he bends over a lot more than Haru deems acceptable or necessary - he’s convinced Nagisa is doing it on purpose at some point. He probably is. He most likely is.
Finally, at least an hour later, when his playlist is way too deep into the meanders of weird visual kei meshed up with plastic pop, he looks around tired and at the same time, satisfied. They gaze at one another then, Haruka with a smile in his eyes and Nagisa rolling his own. But, inevitably, the latter drops back on the unmade bed and curls up once more, with certain expectations. Which aren’t betrayed: he feels Haruka’s weigh shift on the mattress, and then his arms wrap around Nagisa’s body, and his lover smiles shivering with pleasure.

“Haru-chan?” He murmurs, and Haru hums in reply. “We should never do something like that again,” he continues dramatically. Only a soft, amused scoff comes from Haruka, and his arm tightens around Nagisa’s waist.
“Lazy,” he simply comments, which Nagisa responds to with a simple giggle.
“Ah, I’m the lazy one?” He asks, turning around and flashing his magenta eyes, but Haruka’s piercing blue will always be more intense, stronger, more magnetic.
“I think so,” he replies, and then grabs one of Nagisa’s wrists to pin him down on the mattress and kiss him hard, something the other’s body reacts to by arching and searching for him. Nagisa whines in a weak little sound but then it warms up, trembles, and lastly turns to pleasured moans when Haruka’s mouth reaches between his legs, slowly, with just wet sticky sounds that almost get overcome by life outside as it awakens from the evening pause, grinding back into motion for the night.