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[FREE!] Electrical meditation
Titolo: Electrical meditation
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Sousuke/Rin, Nagisa/Haruka, ace!Rei
Genere: sci-fi (cyberpunk)
Avvertimenti: lime, blowjob, crackpairing, in inglese, AU
Parole: 3427
Note: per la M2 della seconda settimana del COWT - ho scelto di scrivere 3000 parole con una relazione proibita; e per il prompt del giorno 4 della Sourin Week "Paper: Steampunk/Cyberpunk". Il titolo è accazzo, sul serio. "XD
The first time Sousuke lays eyes on him, it is while the young man is kneeling on the filthy cement wet with alcohol and unknown other liquids, barely lit by the malfunctioning light of a street pole, and his head is moving fast, almost violently, against some guy's crotch, inciting some lewd, guttural sounds from said other man.
In that moment, he does not say anything: he simply walks past them staring right ahead to the aseptic blue-grey semi-oval, thick plastic door of the building where his small, cheap apartment is. After all, it's certainly not the first time he sees sluts and their clients go at it right before the place where he lives, some nights he even has to turn on his neural CPU to make some music play in his head before dropping on his bed, exhausted, with the news scrolling almost unnoticed at the corner of his eyes until he lazily selects them with his pupils and reads them to ignore the moaning that comes from outside. Sometimes the inside too.
Because after all, the district of Samezuka is known for its cheap and easy entertainment, the inhabitants of it are either sluts or too poor to afford a different district, or maybe they live there because of the technoshops where a citizen can find virtually any artificial body part for substituting, and it fits since those goods have gotten so pathetically cheap. Sousuke lives there because his arm is a relatively old prosthetic model which needs regular maintenance, and obviously he does not have the revenue to afford a flat in Shinonsen which is just slightly less expensive than the main district of Tottori, where generally almost all the proper, respectable upper class citizens live. It's the area which gives its name to the city and is always exclusively portrayed in e-postcards. After all, he works at a factory for android parts and sometimes robotic ones, especially the reassuringly harmless Tachibana models which seem to sell a lot among rich, upper class housewives or single ladies or, again, wealthy homosexual men, and is the number one most sold robotic brand worldwide.
Today, however, Sousuke does not need distractions to think of something else other than the prostitute not far from there, since the stench of fried fish hits his nose as soon as he walks in. The place he lives in is narrow, things tend to be piled up instead of being distributed, and even though the kitchen is separated from the main living space by a thin wall and an old plastic door, the smell seems to coat his skin with a layer of animal oil.
"Nanase," he barks, walking in and taking his jacket off. "You need to stop cooking that shit in here."
"Yamazaki," his flatmate replies in a drab tone, just to acknowledge him but not even replying.
"Sou-chan is here!" Another voice trills from behind the door, and right after Nagisa, a small blond android, pounces at Sousuke with a bright, happy smile.
"You act like I don't come home every day," he mutters, although his chest warms up and aches just a little despite himself - despite it is always the same feeling - as he looks down at the younger male in his circle of friends. Because... yeah, Nanase is his friend too. They don't like to acknowledge it, but slowly they grew closer, which cannot be helped when two people share the same space for years even if it is an unwilling choice. He leans on the frame of the kitchen door holding a sizzling pan of fish, and gazes at Sousuke with apparently empty eyes.
"You're late," he notices, blunt, with just a flick of his intense blue eyes to indicate he checked the time from the clock on the upper right corner of his field of vision. The world turned upside down when computerized contact lenses were invented, they say. The technology was developed when touch screens became too old and users were complaining about the effort of having to move the entire hand in order to operate their devices; and way after humans began enhancing their bodies with prosthetes and implants, which then started the androids' own sub-culture.
"Yeah, well, I got an extra shift," Sousuke retorts, turning the air cleaner on which buzzes to life and begins changing the air in the two rooms.
"Sou-chan must be tired," Nagisa purrs, nuzzling his head into the other. "I could help you relax," he adds trailing his hand down Sousuke's back, clearly aiming for the ass.
"Haru, control your... boyfriend," the other growls, glaring at his flatmate while trying to not slam the android against the wall and hump him right there.
He knows, he knows that he is being weak in that sense, but whatever they had in the past is over. Over. Sousuke tolerates Nagisa's attitude only because he's Haruka's boyfriend, nothing else. It's not like he still cares for him, not at all.
"Nagisa," Haruka calls, gesturing for the younger to come to him. The android purses his lips, but then trots happily to hug the blue-eyed male - sometimes Sousuke thinks those aren't his real eyes, they cannot be - as if nothing had happened. Well, one cannot control their nature, and Nagisa was built as a sex robot with human organs after all, teasing and even foreplay are like breathing. Almost everybody he met fell for him at some point and he gave them his whole, entirely organic heart, but all of them left him behind later as they grew bored of him. Like a puppy abandoned on the street. Only a few people stuck by him even after years, one of them he's looking at with a bright, happy smile as if he was not trapped in a cheap, filthy district like the rest of them. But then again, his life was much longer than theirs, and he clearly remembers about a time when androids were relegated in smaller isolated rooms with powerful locks and were only let out to work in the house for 'safety reasons' without being allowed to interact with anybody. When he was built, he was sold with a collar, and relegated to a little room where he would wait for someone to pleasure. The decades after surely brought a neat improvement, for androids like him, because at least he has the freedom to walk around as he pleases thanks to the Androids' rebellion groups that upsurged and asked for a decent treatment, more or less a decade ago. Anyway, androids are still not seen as suitable romantic partners, which is absolutely not a deterrent for Haruka and Nagisa to be together. Haruka never cared for what's allowed or forbidden or looked down upon.
Looking at his two friends smile at each other - one's grin wider, the other's barely noticeable - Sousuke grimaces inwardly but sits down at the table, leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand, pensive.
"I invited Rei-chan over for dinner next week after his office shift, is that okay?" Nagisa asks then, leaning with his back against Haruka's chest and humming at the arms wrapping around him.
"If he's okay with mackerel," the other replies, shrugging. Sousuke grunts with a soft nod, before rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, that's fine."
Nagisa squeaks in joy, waltzing over to his bunk to call his best friend - the nerdy one in their group of friends who never fell for Nagisa since he never liked any of that 'romantic nonsense' and the only thing he enjoys sexually is looking at others having sex through a screen.
The second time Sousuke lays eyes on him, it is precisely when Rei drops by, welcomed by a trail of excited chirping that comes from Nagisa, and accompanied by... the prostitute he'd seen giving some guy a blowjob.
"This is my friend, Matsuoka Rin. Rin-san, these are my other friends... Nagisa-kun, Haruka-san, and Sousuke-san," Rei explains introducing them one by one with a polite gesture, and Rin looks at each of them only to widen his eyes in the end, staring at Sousuke.
Oh, so he noticed me too, the latter thinks, while blinking and looking down at Nagisa to hide the fact that Rin seems to remember.
"Nice to meet you," Rin starts with a warm, polite voice, seemingly having recovered from his brief shock. After all, a week ago he was sucking someone off right on the street without even hiding, that was definitely his own poor choice. But anyway, Rei reassured him none of his friends are uppity about prostitutes since one of them is basically one, so he shrugs some of his tension away when he bows his head politely at Haruka and Nagisa, only to look into Sousuke's eyes. Who tilts his head down with a light blush, but then shakes it and looks better at Rin's face. His hair is reddish, just like his eyes - okay, that has to be an implant - and his features are sharp, but he looks very handsome and Sousuke, obviously, cannot help staring. Only to blink back to reality, with a hum and a similar bow of his head.
"What are we eating?" Rin asks, looking over Haruka's shoulders, and the other gives him a blank look.
"Macker--"
"No," Sousuke blurts, with a frown. "We're not eating your goddamn mackerel today as well. I'm cooking," he decides, but then stops with his hand pressed on the kitchen door. "Well, you cook mackerel for yourself if you want, I guess," he adds, thinking back.
Haruka nods, following him in the kitchen.
"I've seen that Rin guy before," he murmurs, while taking out some pans and ingredients.
"Yeah?" Haruka replies, obviously disinterested.
"Yeah, he was..." Sousuke starts, but then frowns, with his heartbeat accelerating. Most likely Rin wouldn't be okay with gossip being exchanged about him... nobody would be. "He was... around."
"Ah," Haruka says in an even less interested tone. "That's a cool story."
"Keep it up with the sarcasm, Nanase," the other snarks with a frown, only to receive another seemingly empty glance.
"Duly noted."
"So what's for dinner?" Nagisa chirps, trotting in and looking curiously over their pans, mackerel in one and some fried rice in the other. "Ah, nice!" He adds with a grin, before squeezing himself between them and nuzzling against their shoulders.
"Nagisa, we're trying to cook here," Sousuke tells him, in a gentle tone though.
"Rin-chan just told us he used to live in the district of Tottori!" Nagisa chirps, looking up at the other.
Huh, so you were a rich boy? Sousuke thinks, while stir-frying the rice.
"That's cool," he replies, while the smaller clings on Haruka's arm for a kiss.
"That's super cool! He was telling us that he had three personal androids. All of them to clean up after his family!"
"Does he know you're..." Sousuke asks then, with a slight frown.
"I think so. I buzzed near him..." Nagisa admits blushing a little.
"Huh... we need to check on that core, it might be some electrical problem or something," Sousuke comments looking at him and knocks lightly on Nagisa's head.
"Don't worry! Are you done?"
"Just a few minutes and I'll be there."
"Ah! 'Kay," Nagisa sing-songs quietly, before trotting back to the other room.
Sousuke lingers as long as possible in the kitchen, before bringing the rice, brings a few high-calories dried snacks on the table, and proceeds to avoid staring at Rin despite his peculiarities, such as his sharp filed teeth (Sousuke has never seen anybody with pointy teeth before, furthermore he wonders how it would feel to get blown with such a mouth but pays attention not to ask it out loud), his eyes, his toned muscular body (does he go to the gym?) and the way his eyebrows seem to dance sometimes, sarcastic, defensive, or in amusement.
"What do you do, Sousuke?" He asks, eyeing the other with interest while serving himself some rice for himself as if he was right at home.
"I work at a factory for robotic components," Sousuke replies automatically. Adding nothing does feel a bit awkward.
Rei shifts uncomfortably, which makes Sousuke guess he knows about Rin's job.
"What do you do, Rin-chan?" Nagisa asks, though, looking at the guest with interest. Rin's face turns into gradually darker shades of pink, and clears his throat.
"I, um... I'm in public relations," he eventually replies, and chugs down a glass of water almost in one gulp. Sousuke looks around the table, seeing Rei struggle with his chopsticks as if he'd temporarily forgotten how to use them, and that means he definitely knows.
There are few human prostitutes left, Sousuke generally sees androids around, but Rin is definitely not one. Apparently there are people around who call themselves 'purists' when it comes to sex and prostitution, as in they prefer real humans to interact with, even though their skin feels nowhere near as perfect as the skin of manufactured models and they are generally not as charming and magnetic as a robot assembled for the sole purpose of having sex with it. Their words anyway. To Sousuke, it seems that Rin is an exception, because everything from his grin to his eyes to his voice and body language sounds like a siren's call, and he does not even look like he is making an effort to look attractive. He just is.
"Ah, I see!" Nagisa replies, grinning, before going back to his food. Generally his dinner is made of less fat and more sugar than the others', because it seems easier for his organism to absorb. Sugar also seems to give him more energy than average foods, and energy... well, he needs a lot of it.
The rest of dinner is cheerful and relaxed, conversations are only interrupted by Nagisa's buzzing whenever his eyes light up too much, which then is followed by a worried silence and a giggle by said boy. "I'm fine, I'm fine!" He says, looking at Haruka who nervously eyes him every time.
"Is he a sex droid?" Rin asks Sousuke once the two are left alone in the kitchen, the latter washing their dishes after their meal, and the former just leaning on the small fridge and looking like an e-magazine's cover boy.
"Yeah," Sousuke replies, avoiding to look in his direction. "Is that a problem?" He adds, raising a brow as he rinses.
"Oh! No, it's not, I was just asking. I mean... haven't I seen a lot of those," he comments, blushing slightly. "Just... trying to make conversation."
"Why?" Sousuke asks, finally looking at him and pausing his movements.
"Um," Rin begins, playing with two fingers through a strand of his hair. "Well, you haven't talked much at dinner," he explains, before turning to bend with his elbows, leaning on the stove with his head tilted sideways so that his neck is exposed and his back curves gracefully to show his ass off. "You sound tense, too," he adds, with a little smirk.
"I'm not a client," Sousuke cuts him off, defensively, while stopping his hands in the water-filled sink.
"I wasn't trying to snatch you money."
"I can get laid without paying someone for it," Sousuke continues, with a slight frown and just a hint of pride.
"Hey, I wasn't trying to pull you in a vortex of immorality. I was just trying to make conversation," Rin laughs softly. "By the way, thanks for not mentioning it to your friends. I get weird looks whenever that pops up."
Sousuke hums, relaxing while getting back to scrubbing the dishes clean.
"It's pretty ridiculous that people are still so uppity about it, huh?" He replies, drying one and looking at his interlocutor.
"Yeah," Rin responds, looking down. "Yeah, it is." He hums pensively.
He seems to be holding something back, but he looks like he is used to it too, and Sousuke wonders how a member of a rich - or otherwise very well off, supposedly - family fell so low as to need selling his body to pretty much anyone for money.
"Anyway, how's factory work? I guess it's tiring," he begins again, switching the topic.
"It is, but it pays the rent and food so it's okay," Sousuke replies, while in the other room some loud music begins playing, but factually it feels as if the sound system was right in his ear given how useless that door is, in every way.
"We should, um... we should go," Rei barges in, with stress etched in his face as he looks at Rin.
"What's happening?" The other asks, straightening up with a little frown.
"They're, um..." Rei begins, with a blush.
"Nagisa and Haru," Sousuke mutters, rolling his eyes. "I swear, looking at him without knowing him, you wouldn't think Haru would be so horny all the time."
"Well, if your boyfriend is--"
"Regardless of that," Sousuke interrupts Rin, and walks past the door. "Come on, guys, have some control," he adds, scolding the flatmate and his boyfriend, currently lying on top of one another - still fully clothed, luckily - on the bed which rolled out from the wall.
"But Haru-chan is so beautiful," Nagisa whines, while Haruka kisses his neck ignoring them as if he was not being looked at.
Sousuke sighs, grabbing the guests' arms and dragging them outside.
"Sorry about that," he mumbles, with his cheeks turning red. "It's a good thing Nagisa isn't always here. They're like teenagers."
"Does that happen often?" Rin asks, amused but with a suggestive expression.
"Yeah, but I'm never part of it. I just put some music on and look the other way," Sousuke replies defensively.
"Shame," Rin hums, leaning on Rei's shoulder while the other presses his lips together in embarrassment.
"A-anyway," Rei intervenes. "I should go home. Rin-san, are you coming?"
"Only if he lets me," Rin replies, looking at Sousuke from head to toe.
"Stop flirting!" Rei scolds him, with a scowl. "We're not doing this."
"Why? He wouldn't even have to pay me," Rin protests, and then giggles. "Fine. Some other time," he finally agrees, winking at the taller who just looks back at him stone-faced, trying not to stare at Rin's smirk, his neck and absolutely forbidding himself from imagining how nice it would feel, to nibble at the prostitute's skin even if it was just to shut him up. He does not exactly dislike him, but...
"Yeah. Some other time, when we won't literally have just met," he replies, fully aware that it sounds like he is leaving an opening after all. And Rin shoots him a hot look having gotten the same obvious message.
"Good," he replies, biting down on his lip. "Well, then... Rei, let's go," he adds, snatching his poor friend's arm. "Say hi to the other two in there."
"Yeah, I will," Sousuke replies, looking at those two head back outside through the long plastic hallway, before heading in again and being welcomed by his flatmate being obviously fellated by the android lustfully humming around him, under the sheet. And it looks like it's heaven, from the way Haruka seems at peace and his eyes droop liquid focusing on nothing in particular.
"Well, at least you had the decency to cover up," he comments, not at all impressed. After all, he is sort of used to happening upon sights like this in their apartment, at this point.
But even after he instantly showers and brushes his teeth then finishes cleaning the dishes, even after his bed pops from the wall under the one that's already occupied, even after he tiredly climbs on it with the efforts of the day piling up on top of him all of a sudden, he can only listen to the music in his brain. But he cannot help himself remembering the glimpse he'd had of Rin servicing some unknown guy not far from where he is right now, and then he cannot help projecting that view in his mind, only substituting himself. Which is when he sighs, realizing he will take up on Rin's implicit offer, at some point. He wants to.
His fingers roughly curl around his sex, now teased by those thoughts.
And that's how the day ends, with the loud background music in the room dissipating into silence after a few minutes, and his own music playing endlessly while he uselessly tries to get rid of an earworm whispering Rin's name in order to stitch it in his mind.
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Sousuke/Rin, Nagisa/Haruka, ace!Rei
Genere: sci-fi (cyberpunk)
Avvertimenti: lime, blowjob, crackpairing, in inglese, AU
Parole: 3427
Note: per la M2 della seconda settimana del COWT - ho scelto di scrivere 3000 parole con una relazione proibita; e per il prompt del giorno 4 della Sourin Week "Paper: Steampunk/Cyberpunk". Il titolo è accazzo, sul serio. "XD
The first time Sousuke lays eyes on him, it is while the young man is kneeling on the filthy cement wet with alcohol and unknown other liquids, barely lit by the malfunctioning light of a street pole, and his head is moving fast, almost violently, against some guy's crotch, inciting some lewd, guttural sounds from said other man.
In that moment, he does not say anything: he simply walks past them staring right ahead to the aseptic blue-grey semi-oval, thick plastic door of the building where his small, cheap apartment is. After all, it's certainly not the first time he sees sluts and their clients go at it right before the place where he lives, some nights he even has to turn on his neural CPU to make some music play in his head before dropping on his bed, exhausted, with the news scrolling almost unnoticed at the corner of his eyes until he lazily selects them with his pupils and reads them to ignore the moaning that comes from outside. Sometimes the inside too.
Because after all, the district of Samezuka is known for its cheap and easy entertainment, the inhabitants of it are either sluts or too poor to afford a different district, or maybe they live there because of the technoshops where a citizen can find virtually any artificial body part for substituting, and it fits since those goods have gotten so pathetically cheap. Sousuke lives there because his arm is a relatively old prosthetic model which needs regular maintenance, and obviously he does not have the revenue to afford a flat in Shinonsen which is just slightly less expensive than the main district of Tottori, where generally almost all the proper, respectable upper class citizens live. It's the area which gives its name to the city and is always exclusively portrayed in e-postcards. After all, he works at a factory for android parts and sometimes robotic ones, especially the reassuringly harmless Tachibana models which seem to sell a lot among rich, upper class housewives or single ladies or, again, wealthy homosexual men, and is the number one most sold robotic brand worldwide.
Today, however, Sousuke does not need distractions to think of something else other than the prostitute not far from there, since the stench of fried fish hits his nose as soon as he walks in. The place he lives in is narrow, things tend to be piled up instead of being distributed, and even though the kitchen is separated from the main living space by a thin wall and an old plastic door, the smell seems to coat his skin with a layer of animal oil.
"Nanase," he barks, walking in and taking his jacket off. "You need to stop cooking that shit in here."
"Yamazaki," his flatmate replies in a drab tone, just to acknowledge him but not even replying.
"Sou-chan is here!" Another voice trills from behind the door, and right after Nagisa, a small blond android, pounces at Sousuke with a bright, happy smile.
"You act like I don't come home every day," he mutters, although his chest warms up and aches just a little despite himself - despite it is always the same feeling - as he looks down at the younger male in his circle of friends. Because... yeah, Nanase is his friend too. They don't like to acknowledge it, but slowly they grew closer, which cannot be helped when two people share the same space for years even if it is an unwilling choice. He leans on the frame of the kitchen door holding a sizzling pan of fish, and gazes at Sousuke with apparently empty eyes.
"You're late," he notices, blunt, with just a flick of his intense blue eyes to indicate he checked the time from the clock on the upper right corner of his field of vision. The world turned upside down when computerized contact lenses were invented, they say. The technology was developed when touch screens became too old and users were complaining about the effort of having to move the entire hand in order to operate their devices; and way after humans began enhancing their bodies with prosthetes and implants, which then started the androids' own sub-culture.
"Yeah, well, I got an extra shift," Sousuke retorts, turning the air cleaner on which buzzes to life and begins changing the air in the two rooms.
"Sou-chan must be tired," Nagisa purrs, nuzzling his head into the other. "I could help you relax," he adds trailing his hand down Sousuke's back, clearly aiming for the ass.
"Haru, control your... boyfriend," the other growls, glaring at his flatmate while trying to not slam the android against the wall and hump him right there.
He knows, he knows that he is being weak in that sense, but whatever they had in the past is over. Over. Sousuke tolerates Nagisa's attitude only because he's Haruka's boyfriend, nothing else. It's not like he still cares for him, not at all.
"Nagisa," Haruka calls, gesturing for the younger to come to him. The android purses his lips, but then trots happily to hug the blue-eyed male - sometimes Sousuke thinks those aren't his real eyes, they cannot be - as if nothing had happened. Well, one cannot control their nature, and Nagisa was built as a sex robot with human organs after all, teasing and even foreplay are like breathing. Almost everybody he met fell for him at some point and he gave them his whole, entirely organic heart, but all of them left him behind later as they grew bored of him. Like a puppy abandoned on the street. Only a few people stuck by him even after years, one of them he's looking at with a bright, happy smile as if he was not trapped in a cheap, filthy district like the rest of them. But then again, his life was much longer than theirs, and he clearly remembers about a time when androids were relegated in smaller isolated rooms with powerful locks and were only let out to work in the house for 'safety reasons' without being allowed to interact with anybody. When he was built, he was sold with a collar, and relegated to a little room where he would wait for someone to pleasure. The decades after surely brought a neat improvement, for androids like him, because at least he has the freedom to walk around as he pleases thanks to the Androids' rebellion groups that upsurged and asked for a decent treatment, more or less a decade ago. Anyway, androids are still not seen as suitable romantic partners, which is absolutely not a deterrent for Haruka and Nagisa to be together. Haruka never cared for what's allowed or forbidden or looked down upon.
Looking at his two friends smile at each other - one's grin wider, the other's barely noticeable - Sousuke grimaces inwardly but sits down at the table, leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand, pensive.
"I invited Rei-chan over for dinner next week after his office shift, is that okay?" Nagisa asks then, leaning with his back against Haruka's chest and humming at the arms wrapping around him.
"If he's okay with mackerel," the other replies, shrugging. Sousuke grunts with a soft nod, before rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, that's fine."
Nagisa squeaks in joy, waltzing over to his bunk to call his best friend - the nerdy one in their group of friends who never fell for Nagisa since he never liked any of that 'romantic nonsense' and the only thing he enjoys sexually is looking at others having sex through a screen.
The second time Sousuke lays eyes on him, it is precisely when Rei drops by, welcomed by a trail of excited chirping that comes from Nagisa, and accompanied by... the prostitute he'd seen giving some guy a blowjob.
"This is my friend, Matsuoka Rin. Rin-san, these are my other friends... Nagisa-kun, Haruka-san, and Sousuke-san," Rei explains introducing them one by one with a polite gesture, and Rin looks at each of them only to widen his eyes in the end, staring at Sousuke.
Oh, so he noticed me too, the latter thinks, while blinking and looking down at Nagisa to hide the fact that Rin seems to remember.
"Nice to meet you," Rin starts with a warm, polite voice, seemingly having recovered from his brief shock. After all, a week ago he was sucking someone off right on the street without even hiding, that was definitely his own poor choice. But anyway, Rei reassured him none of his friends are uppity about prostitutes since one of them is basically one, so he shrugs some of his tension away when he bows his head politely at Haruka and Nagisa, only to look into Sousuke's eyes. Who tilts his head down with a light blush, but then shakes it and looks better at Rin's face. His hair is reddish, just like his eyes - okay, that has to be an implant - and his features are sharp, but he looks very handsome and Sousuke, obviously, cannot help staring. Only to blink back to reality, with a hum and a similar bow of his head.
"What are we eating?" Rin asks, looking over Haruka's shoulders, and the other gives him a blank look.
"Macker--"
"No," Sousuke blurts, with a frown. "We're not eating your goddamn mackerel today as well. I'm cooking," he decides, but then stops with his hand pressed on the kitchen door. "Well, you cook mackerel for yourself if you want, I guess," he adds, thinking back.
Haruka nods, following him in the kitchen.
"I've seen that Rin guy before," he murmurs, while taking out some pans and ingredients.
"Yeah?" Haruka replies, obviously disinterested.
"Yeah, he was..." Sousuke starts, but then frowns, with his heartbeat accelerating. Most likely Rin wouldn't be okay with gossip being exchanged about him... nobody would be. "He was... around."
"Ah," Haruka says in an even less interested tone. "That's a cool story."
"Keep it up with the sarcasm, Nanase," the other snarks with a frown, only to receive another seemingly empty glance.
"Duly noted."
"So what's for dinner?" Nagisa chirps, trotting in and looking curiously over their pans, mackerel in one and some fried rice in the other. "Ah, nice!" He adds with a grin, before squeezing himself between them and nuzzling against their shoulders.
"Nagisa, we're trying to cook here," Sousuke tells him, in a gentle tone though.
"Rin-chan just told us he used to live in the district of Tottori!" Nagisa chirps, looking up at the other.
Huh, so you were a rich boy? Sousuke thinks, while stir-frying the rice.
"That's cool," he replies, while the smaller clings on Haruka's arm for a kiss.
"That's super cool! He was telling us that he had three personal androids. All of them to clean up after his family!"
"Does he know you're..." Sousuke asks then, with a slight frown.
"I think so. I buzzed near him..." Nagisa admits blushing a little.
"Huh... we need to check on that core, it might be some electrical problem or something," Sousuke comments looking at him and knocks lightly on Nagisa's head.
"Don't worry! Are you done?"
"Just a few minutes and I'll be there."
"Ah! 'Kay," Nagisa sing-songs quietly, before trotting back to the other room.
Sousuke lingers as long as possible in the kitchen, before bringing the rice, brings a few high-calories dried snacks on the table, and proceeds to avoid staring at Rin despite his peculiarities, such as his sharp filed teeth (Sousuke has never seen anybody with pointy teeth before, furthermore he wonders how it would feel to get blown with such a mouth but pays attention not to ask it out loud), his eyes, his toned muscular body (does he go to the gym?) and the way his eyebrows seem to dance sometimes, sarcastic, defensive, or in amusement.
"What do you do, Sousuke?" He asks, eyeing the other with interest while serving himself some rice for himself as if he was right at home.
"I work at a factory for robotic components," Sousuke replies automatically. Adding nothing does feel a bit awkward.
Rei shifts uncomfortably, which makes Sousuke guess he knows about Rin's job.
"What do you do, Rin-chan?" Nagisa asks, though, looking at the guest with interest. Rin's face turns into gradually darker shades of pink, and clears his throat.
"I, um... I'm in public relations," he eventually replies, and chugs down a glass of water almost in one gulp. Sousuke looks around the table, seeing Rei struggle with his chopsticks as if he'd temporarily forgotten how to use them, and that means he definitely knows.
There are few human prostitutes left, Sousuke generally sees androids around, but Rin is definitely not one. Apparently there are people around who call themselves 'purists' when it comes to sex and prostitution, as in they prefer real humans to interact with, even though their skin feels nowhere near as perfect as the skin of manufactured models and they are generally not as charming and magnetic as a robot assembled for the sole purpose of having sex with it. Their words anyway. To Sousuke, it seems that Rin is an exception, because everything from his grin to his eyes to his voice and body language sounds like a siren's call, and he does not even look like he is making an effort to look attractive. He just is.
"Ah, I see!" Nagisa replies, grinning, before going back to his food. Generally his dinner is made of less fat and more sugar than the others', because it seems easier for his organism to absorb. Sugar also seems to give him more energy than average foods, and energy... well, he needs a lot of it.
The rest of dinner is cheerful and relaxed, conversations are only interrupted by Nagisa's buzzing whenever his eyes light up too much, which then is followed by a worried silence and a giggle by said boy. "I'm fine, I'm fine!" He says, looking at Haruka who nervously eyes him every time.
"Is he a sex droid?" Rin asks Sousuke once the two are left alone in the kitchen, the latter washing their dishes after their meal, and the former just leaning on the small fridge and looking like an e-magazine's cover boy.
"Yeah," Sousuke replies, avoiding to look in his direction. "Is that a problem?" He adds, raising a brow as he rinses.
"Oh! No, it's not, I was just asking. I mean... haven't I seen a lot of those," he comments, blushing slightly. "Just... trying to make conversation."
"Why?" Sousuke asks, finally looking at him and pausing his movements.
"Um," Rin begins, playing with two fingers through a strand of his hair. "Well, you haven't talked much at dinner," he explains, before turning to bend with his elbows, leaning on the stove with his head tilted sideways so that his neck is exposed and his back curves gracefully to show his ass off. "You sound tense, too," he adds, with a little smirk.
"I'm not a client," Sousuke cuts him off, defensively, while stopping his hands in the water-filled sink.
"I wasn't trying to snatch you money."
"I can get laid without paying someone for it," Sousuke continues, with a slight frown and just a hint of pride.
"Hey, I wasn't trying to pull you in a vortex of immorality. I was just trying to make conversation," Rin laughs softly. "By the way, thanks for not mentioning it to your friends. I get weird looks whenever that pops up."
Sousuke hums, relaxing while getting back to scrubbing the dishes clean.
"It's pretty ridiculous that people are still so uppity about it, huh?" He replies, drying one and looking at his interlocutor.
"Yeah," Rin responds, looking down. "Yeah, it is." He hums pensively.
He seems to be holding something back, but he looks like he is used to it too, and Sousuke wonders how a member of a rich - or otherwise very well off, supposedly - family fell so low as to need selling his body to pretty much anyone for money.
"Anyway, how's factory work? I guess it's tiring," he begins again, switching the topic.
"It is, but it pays the rent and food so it's okay," Sousuke replies, while in the other room some loud music begins playing, but factually it feels as if the sound system was right in his ear given how useless that door is, in every way.
"We should, um... we should go," Rei barges in, with stress etched in his face as he looks at Rin.
"What's happening?" The other asks, straightening up with a little frown.
"They're, um..." Rei begins, with a blush.
"Nagisa and Haru," Sousuke mutters, rolling his eyes. "I swear, looking at him without knowing him, you wouldn't think Haru would be so horny all the time."
"Well, if your boyfriend is--"
"Regardless of that," Sousuke interrupts Rin, and walks past the door. "Come on, guys, have some control," he adds, scolding the flatmate and his boyfriend, currently lying on top of one another - still fully clothed, luckily - on the bed which rolled out from the wall.
"But Haru-chan is so beautiful," Nagisa whines, while Haruka kisses his neck ignoring them as if he was not being looked at.
Sousuke sighs, grabbing the guests' arms and dragging them outside.
"Sorry about that," he mumbles, with his cheeks turning red. "It's a good thing Nagisa isn't always here. They're like teenagers."
"Does that happen often?" Rin asks, amused but with a suggestive expression.
"Yeah, but I'm never part of it. I just put some music on and look the other way," Sousuke replies defensively.
"Shame," Rin hums, leaning on Rei's shoulder while the other presses his lips together in embarrassment.
"A-anyway," Rei intervenes. "I should go home. Rin-san, are you coming?"
"Only if he lets me," Rin replies, looking at Sousuke from head to toe.
"Stop flirting!" Rei scolds him, with a scowl. "We're not doing this."
"Why? He wouldn't even have to pay me," Rin protests, and then giggles. "Fine. Some other time," he finally agrees, winking at the taller who just looks back at him stone-faced, trying not to stare at Rin's smirk, his neck and absolutely forbidding himself from imagining how nice it would feel, to nibble at the prostitute's skin even if it was just to shut him up. He does not exactly dislike him, but...
"Yeah. Some other time, when we won't literally have just met," he replies, fully aware that it sounds like he is leaving an opening after all. And Rin shoots him a hot look having gotten the same obvious message.
"Good," he replies, biting down on his lip. "Well, then... Rei, let's go," he adds, snatching his poor friend's arm. "Say hi to the other two in there."
"Yeah, I will," Sousuke replies, looking at those two head back outside through the long plastic hallway, before heading in again and being welcomed by his flatmate being obviously fellated by the android lustfully humming around him, under the sheet. And it looks like it's heaven, from the way Haruka seems at peace and his eyes droop liquid focusing on nothing in particular.
"Well, at least you had the decency to cover up," he comments, not at all impressed. After all, he is sort of used to happening upon sights like this in their apartment, at this point.
But even after he instantly showers and brushes his teeth then finishes cleaning the dishes, even after his bed pops from the wall under the one that's already occupied, even after he tiredly climbs on it with the efforts of the day piling up on top of him all of a sudden, he can only listen to the music in his brain. But he cannot help himself remembering the glimpse he'd had of Rin servicing some unknown guy not far from where he is right now, and then he cannot help projecting that view in his mind, only substituting himself. Which is when he sighs, realizing he will take up on Rin's implicit offer, at some point. He wants to.
His fingers roughly curl around his sex, now teased by those thoughts.
And that's how the day ends, with the loud background music in the room dissipating into silence after a few minutes, and his own music playing endlessly while he uselessly tries to get rid of an earworm whispering Rin's name in order to stitch it in his mind.