Cold - MAKOHARU

Cold

"It's meaningless without you" 

Blue orbs meet green and both of their eyes glimmer with passion. 

"I want to swim with you"

Haru's wide, open eyes twitch slightly as he inhales, considering his next move with a hesitation that causes Makoto to give a wondering glance. His head droops as he tries to resist the urge to cling to the muscular boy. The tension does not go unnoticed by Makoto and he begins to speak.

"Haru-"

"It's cold." Haru mutters with his eyes on the ground.

Makoto knows him well enough to understand what he's asking for and with a small chuckle, slips a gentle, but strong arm around the smaller boy's slender waist, feeling the goosebumps on his icy skin. More contact equals more heat, so Makoto tugs him closer until they are side to side. This is when Haru takes the chance to wrap his arms around the other's neck, gliding his hands over Makoto's collar bone and tentatively resting his forehead on the other's shoulder.

The warmth. This was Makoto's warmth, no one else's. Every point of contact was ignited with a flame that only drew Haru in more as he clung on tightly and pulled himself closer until he was completely leaning into his best friend.

Best friend.

No, there's something else there. 

Makoto was his best friend, but he was also his rock, his security and right now, his heat source. Haruka lifted his head from the other's shoulder and looked up to those green eyes that carried so much wonder, hope and... love?

Love? Was that it?  

                                           Maybe.

He traced patterns on the other boy's toned chest for a while until he came to a decision. With a new found confidence, Haru lifted himself up from where he leaned on the side of Makoto's body and gave a push to Makoto's chest, who fell into the soft ground with a surprised chuckle. He never expected Haru would be the one to make the bold move. Haru moved himself again to intertwine their legs and moved his body to rest comfortably across Makoto's chest. The other responded by wrapping one arm tightly around his waist and the other hand stoked and tugged at soft black locks of hair. Haru gave a content sigh. His Makoto was so warm. This was a position he could stay in forever. 

However, they would not stay like this for much longer.

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A/N: 

HEYHEYHEY!

Ok it's been over a year since I've written any fanfiction at all, and this is my first ever Makoharu fic. It's just a load of adorable fluff so far BUT THERE WILL BE SEXY TIME IN THE SECOND CHAPTER. It's probably just gonna be a little two-shot story, but I want to write more fics that are longer and more in depth. This is just one that popped into my head in a flash! Let's call it my 'refresher fic' as I haven't written in so long!

Okay if you like it, let me know!  If you have any prompts for more fics, tell me!

Sarumi143, out.