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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Free!
  Relationship:
      Nanase_Haruka/Tachibana_Makoto
  Character:
      Nanase_Haruka, Tachibana_Makoto
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, wet_dreams, learning, awkward_teens, Crushes
  Series:
      Part 7 of The_Closest_Bond
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-30 Words: 2693
****** The Layers of a Bond ******
by merinxD
Summary
     Makoto has wet dreams about Haru and Haru is there to witness them.
Notes
     Really really unedited. Will fix any mistakes later.
“Haru.” Makoto’s strained whisper fills the room, followed by a loud gasp. He
rolls onto his side giving the watching 16 year old a complete view of his
face, flushed and mouth ajar. 
“Haru.” He whispers again, wriggling a little. His hips move forward and Haruka
can see Makoto’s erection pressing through the summer sheet. It’s hot and they
are only wearing their sleep pants. There is only the fan to keep them cool at
the Nanase household, and the night air that filters through the window.
However, when Makoto is squirming, breathing heavily and gasping into the
night, Haru feels hotter than ever. 
This isn’t the first time that this has happened. No, it’s been going on since
they were children. Though, his reaction was initially a bit different to his
highly aroused state of now. He was a child, 11 or 12 and he was curious. They
learnt about things like wet dreams in health class not long after, and Haru
had only experienced one at the time. He doesn’t even know what the dream was
about, only that he woke up sticky and satisfied. Haru knows what to do to
avoid it happening now that they are older, and Makoto should too. Which is
probably why this hasn’t occurred in awhile. They have been so busy with exams
that they have barely had any time to swim. 
“Haru.” Makoto groans, “Please.” It makes him stiffen, and his hand itches to
reach over to his friend; to push off the bed and fall to the futon beside him.
Haru wants to be the one creating those noises, not a dream version of
himself. 
He isn’t sure if he has the guts. After all, Haru has had a long time to do
something about it.
So very long…
xxx
“Haru.” Makoto squirms, flopping onto his back. The blanket falls off his chest
and the 12 year old Haruka can see the bulge obscured by cloth. He knows what
it is. 
It’s Makoto’s penis. He thinks, watching as his friend wriggles again. 
“Haru.” Makoto whispers, whimpering as his head tosses from side to side. 
“What is it?” A curious Haruka asks, but Makoto doesn’t reply. He is still very
much asleep, it would seem. 
“Haru-chan.” Falls from his lips again, higher pitched, and the raven haired
boy feels something funny in his belly. Something inside of him wants to hear
his name said like that again, but he isn’t sure why. 
Makoto gasps, hips stuttering upward and Haru acts without thinking. He pulls
back the blanket to reveal his sleeping friend’s lower half. Makoto’s penis
strains against his pyjamas and Haru is certain that it is bigger than his. 
“Haru…” Makoto says frantically, arching upward in his sleep. 
The boy can’t resist, nor does his mind function as he reaches out to run his
finger along to hard hidden appendage. He doesn’t press much and there is no
motive. Haru isn’t really sure why he does it. 
His hand lurches away though, as Makoto gasps louder, like a strangled cry. A
patch of moisture slowly appears against his pants that can’t be comfortable.
Regardless, Haru covers his friend back up and rolls over. 
Makoto’s bed feels too small now and his own penis is hard as well. 
He isn’t quite sure what this all means. 
xxx
Haru is 13 when it happens again, but this time he knows exactly what is going
on. They learnt about it in school and he knows that Makoto is having dreams
about him, sexy ones. 
This time when his friend calls, “Haru,” and wriggles from side to side,
arching upwards, Haru watches closely. 
He pulls the blanket off them both and is very still and quiet. 
This time he doesn’t touch Makoto, and his hand sits above his own hard dick.
It itches for something but he isn’t sure what. 
It doesn’t take long for Makoto to have what the health nurse calls an
‘orgasm’, calling Haru’s name as he shudders. 
Haru doesn’t wake up covered in ejeculation, but he still dreams of  touching
Makoto and Makoto touching him. 
xxx
He’s started to feel guilty about watching, because Haru realises that he
enjoys seeing it. Makoto’s face is always flushed as he breathes heavily, and
it makes him breathe funny too. It’s been two years since he started peeping,
seeing Makoto dream naughty things and cum all over his stomach. 
He isn’t sure why he is feeling bad about it now, because nothing has changed
really. Makoto still sleeps beside him on his king single. He still wears long
pants that let Haru see his erection too easily. He still calls Haru’s name
when he orgasms. 
Maybe it’s because they are getting bigger. Well, Makoto is getting bigger.
What used to be small and hard has become longer, thicker and really hard. Haru
wants to see it without the pyjama pants. 
He doesn’t look though, but the 14 year old boy does touch. 
This time when Makoto cums, Haru squeezes his friend’s spasming erection just
once. Something wet touches his finger through the fabric and he rips his hand
away. 
Ejeculation…On his finger. 
Bringing his hand up to his lips, Haru’s tongue darts out quickly as he watches
Makoto warily. 
Salty. He thinks. 
xxx
“Haru.” The 15 year old boy wakes, hearing his name whispered in that familiar
tone. His eyes open blearily as he takes Makoto in, prepared to see the same
scene as always. It isn’t though, this time is very different. 
Makoto is awake. 
Haru is pleased that his forearm is covering his face, obscuring his eyes from
view, because they widen considerably as he takes in the sight of his best
friend touching himself. Makoto’s hand wraps around his dick as he pumps up and
down, steadily. The length stands tall and although it is dark Haru can see the
glistening at the tip. 
This is the first time that he has seen it erect and bare, and Haru wants to
reach over and touch it. He doesn’t. Instead he watches in silence, through
hooded lashes. Makoto squirms, trying to muffle his voice with his hand. His
teeth sink into his skin and Haru knows that there will be a mark there
tomorrow; a mark that he will have to see and know how it occurred. 
“Haru.” Makoto gasps, pumping faster. The swelling erection is almost pink, but
almost red at the same time. The head is a funny shape, sort of like his own,
he supposes. Everything about the human body is so strange, but Haru still
likes it anyway. He still wants to touch it. 
Makoto orgasms like always, but this time Haru gets to see as the thick liquid
spurts from him, landing upon his stomach with one jerk, two, as the third
covers his hand and his pace slows. 
His best friend grunts in satisfaction, reaching for the tissues beside the
bed. 
Blue eyes shut quickly and Haru thanks Kami that the blanket covers him,
otherwise Makoto would see his very prominent erection. 
Still, a little bit of him hopes to see this again. 
xxx
The next time his name is called is months later and Haru is somewhat
disappointed that Makoto is asleep. His friend wriggles and squirms, arching
upwards. 
Haru doesn’t even bother feeling guilty as he leans forward to press his palm
against the hardness. He knows that Makoto must like him, otherwise he wouldn’t
have masturbated knowingly murmuring his name. 
His friend jolts, gasping at the touch. Something good must be happening in the
dream because his head moves from side to side hitting the pillow rather
forcefully. 
“Haru.” Makoto groans, and the boy doesn’t move his hand away. He likes when
his friend pushes upward against him. His free hand moves of it’s own accord,
slinking beneath the blanket to breach the confines of his underwear. 
“Haru.” Makoto whispers again, and Haru brings his hand away to pull his own
pants down. He pulls his shirt up like he saw Makoto do as he wraps himself up.
He wonders what it would feel like to have Makoto touch him, as he begins the
ascent to bliss. He boldly slides closer to his gasping friend, enjoying the
mewls and groans that come from him, and the body heat. It spurs him forward. 
His pace quickens and a gasp falls from Haru’s lips. Gripping tighter, his eyes
watch Makoto’s dick hidden beneath the pyjamas. Then, his lids slide closed as
another picture covers his mind; a picture of Makoto jerking himself off
desperately, thrusting up into his own large hand. 
He feels the build and forces back a moan before his body stiffens completely,
prompted by a rather loud, “Haru!” 
The teen looks down at the mess that he has made with a sigh, gazing to Makoto
next. 
A strange blush rises to his cheeks and his heart palpitates funnily when he
realises that they both came at the same time. 
xxx
Even now, at 16, Haru remembers it all clearly. Every single time. He wonders
if he should confess, and has been wondering for a long time. But this secret,
he isn’t sure if he wants anyone to have it. If Makoto knows then it might
stop. 
Though, they do like each other. 
That must be what this is, this strange feeling that Haru has felt since he was
a child. It has changed a couple of times as new layers were added to the
feeling, but it will forever be the same. 
Haru has always loved Makoto, and he knows that his friend feels the same way.
They wouldn’t touch themselves in private while thinking of each other if they
didn’t. 
So, he supposes that the itch in his hand isn’t such a bad thing. It is hot,
and this has never happened at his house before. Makoto is too far away for him
to enjoy it; too far to see and too far to hear. 
“Haru.” His friend murmurs again, as his hand moves over his stomach. Makoto’s
palm keeps moving though and Haru’s breath hitches when it rests over his
erection.
Well, this is new. 
Haru follows his lead, squeezing his own dick through his pants, taking in a
sharp breath when Makoto groans louder. 
“That’s it.” Haru whispers unknowingly, watching as Makoto’s hand ventures
beneath his pyjamas to pull out his cock. His eyes are still closed, and Haru
assumes that he is still half asleep. 
Fingers wrap around the bare erection, jerking upwards once and Makoto gasps.
So does Haru, and it gains no response. Which makes him more confident. 
“Haru.” Makoto whispers, pumping his dick steadily and squirming into his own
hand. His eyes are scrunched tight as he bites his lower lip and Haruka can’t
sit still anymore. 
Moving quietly, and slowly, the teen climbs off the bed to slide to the floor.
Leaning forward, kneeling beside Makoto’s arching form, he decides to go for
it. 
His hand springs forward, swatting away Makoto’s and grasping the hard hotness
tightly, just as he kisses him. 
“Mhmph!” Makoto makes a sound, but Haru doesn’t pull away. He begins to jerk
Makoto quickly in the way that he remembers; the way that his friend likes. His
lips pull back a fraction and a groan comes from them both. 
“Haru.” Makoto gasps, and his green eyes open slowly. They are glazed over and
his brows furrow. “Don’t-” Makoto begins, and Haru is sure that he is going to
be told to shove off. “Don’t stop.” He pleads instead.
Something falls from Haru’s lips that sounds similar to a cuss, though he can’t
be certain. Makoto’s words ring in his head and their lips are touching again,
harder now. His hand moves faster, gripping Makoto’s dick harder. He’s been
dreaming about this for far too long and he wants it to last forever, though he
knows that it won’t. Still, his hand refuses to slow. 
Muffled moans sound against his lips, deepening when their tongues meet for the
first time. A strangled noise comes from his own throat as he unintentionally
sucks on Makoto’s tongue. It feels nice, too nice, because Makoto is jerking
against him, coming completely undone. 
The familiar stickiness covers his hand as he pumps him dry. They don’t stop
kissing straight away, not until Makoto pushes him back. 
Haru is so turned on and if Makoto is talking he can’t hear him. He falls back
clumsily, using his other hand to reef his pants down. His erection springs
free, slapping crudely against his skin before he slicks himself up with
Makoto’s ejeculation, groaning wantonly at the new feeling. It’s so smooth
compared to normal, it feels amazing. His legs spread and Haru’s head hits the
side of the mattress, as he gasps. 
“Haru.” Makoto says, and it prompts him to pick up his pace, jerking himself
swiftly, tightly, gasping for breath. 
“Makoto.” Haru gets out, head lolling to the side. They look at each other, one
with hooded eyes of lust and the other completely surprised. It only takes a
moment though because Makoto is on him, kissing his lips, licking his jaw,
sucking at his neck. Large hands touch his abdomen and Haru makes small noises,
trying to contain the oncoming orgasm. He wants this to last as long as
possible. 
“Haru.” Makoto says against his skin, licking at his stomach now, and despite
his want to keep going, Haru thrusts upward into his hand, harder. 
“Makoto.” He repeats his friends name. He isn’t sure what he wants, if anything
at all, as he gasps, “Please.” 
Makoto seems to understand because all of a sudden his knees are being held,
spreading him wide and a hand cups his sac experimentally. He feels something
wet, and as he looks down he sees Makoto’s tongue dart out to flick at the head
of his dick, tasting his own cum. 
“Shit.” Haru grits, revelling in the feel. “Makoto, don’t,” he begins to say
when lips cover the tip, sucking heavily. His head bobs down once, effectively
stopping Haru’s hand, and when Makoto does it again, his body jerks, a deep
groan leaving his lips as he orgasms. 
Makoto doesn’t make it in time, pulling back as sticky liquid spurts over his
lips and chin. Still, he continues to milk Haru until there is none left. 
Then…There is silence. 
Both boys watch each other with an unknown gaze, mixed with surprise and
contentment. Haru should feel guilty about the cum all over his friend’s face,
but it just looks hot. 
“Sorry.” He finally says, picking up the shirt he discarded earlier and wiping
Makoto’s mouth for him. They are still incredibly close, as he sits on the
floor and Makoto lies between his legs. This should be awkward and exposing. 
It isn’t though.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Makoto speaks first, breaking out into a
smile. He sits up to clean himself off properly, looking toward Haru. A line of
cum streaks his thigh and he reaches forward to wipe it away. 
This is so easy. It feels natural, even though they are both boys. Haru
wouldn’t want a girl anyway. Not unless Makoto was one.  
“Me too.” Haru admits, feeling like this is the right time to come clean. “I’ve
wanted to for years.” He pauses, glancing to the side. “Since I first watched
you have a wet dream about me.” 
Makoto’s eyes widen as a blush covers his cheeks rapidly. Nevertheless, they
don’t move to cover themselves.
“You saw?” The brunette asks disbelievingly, mouth agape, and Haru decides to
add,
“You jerked off once too.” Makoto begins to turn even redder and Haru’s hand
moves to cover his against the tatami.
“I did too.” He assures seriously, making sure that their eyes catch. Makoto
nods slowly, a small smile covering his lips after a moment. 
“I’ve always liked Haru.” Makoto murmurs, turning his palm over. Their fingers
brush before Haruka allows them to thread together. 
He smiles softly, “I’ve always liked Makoto.” 
Next time, Haru isn’t just going to watch…He’s going to join in. 
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