\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: NC-17, but not because of Usain Bolt (sorry Clare D:)
\nSummary<\/b>: It’s Summary, the Olympics are on, and Tamamori doesn’t need a cheesy line to get Miyata into his bedroom.
\nAN<\/b>: for snowqueenofhoth<\/a>, who rightfully demanded fic in exchange for mailing me a retarded amount of photos, including what is likely the hottest picture of Tamamori of all time. <\/p>\n
Miyata didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mean to keep staring, but it was hard not to. He wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sure when Tamamori had gone from cute to pretty to knock the air out of your lungs gorgeous<\/i>, but he knew that it had sure happened before Summary started, because there hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t been a show yet without Miyata nearly falling flat on his face, unable to tear his eyes away from Tamamori in motion even long enough to watch his own feet. <\/p>\n And if he couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t keep from doing it on-stage, the dressing room certainly wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t any better.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you knock it off long enough to at least put your pants on?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido demanded irritably, shoving his stuff into his bag next to where Miyata was sitting, staring again. Nikaido glanced over his shoulder. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t understand what he sees in you, anyhow.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n Across the room, Tamamori was on his knees beside his own bag, still shirtless and digging through his stuff. After a second he yanked out his deodorant with a grunt of triumph and a \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ah, deodorant-san! It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been a while, ne?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n Just then he noticed Miyata and Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gazes and scrunched up his nose, giving them an embarrassed wave. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Me either,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata sighed, waving back with a wiggle of his fingers. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153God, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m going to puke<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido declared, giving up on his bag and stomping off. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kitamitsu, let go of Senga and get over here, I need to punch something before my testicles shrivel up and drop off!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n Miyata and Tamamori both ignored him in favor of grinning at each other some more, neither one of them exhibiting any success in either deodorizing or putting feet through pant legs. The fail would have likely continued endlessly if Fujigaya hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t reminded both of them pointedly that if they didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t manage to get dressed, they probably weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t going to be allowed on the subway to go back to Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house to watch the Olympics like they were supposed to. <\/p>\n After that, things picked up. At least enough that the others could shove Miyata and Tamamori out into the hallway to be sickening someplace else. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make out in the hallway!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yokoo reminded, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Again!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and then he shut the dressing room door firmly.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you think we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re overdoing it, maybe?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asked sheepishly. <\/p>\n Tamamori looked down at their hands, their fingers twisted together and Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thumb stroking his idly. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nope,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he answered, and then he shoved Miyata up against the wall. Miyata put up no resistance, especially not when Tamamori leaned in to crush their mouths together, hands finding their way under Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s T-shirt with no trouble after all the practice negotiating their complicated, swooshy costumes. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153HEY,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d a voice interrupted, and Miyata pushed Tamamori back just far enough to see that it was Morimoto Shintarou making a face at them. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What are you doing<\/i>?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Practicing for our drama,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori said quickly, pinching Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist when Miyata made a suspicious noise. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re holding hands,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shintarou pointed out. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a love drama!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata threw in helpfully, and then the door behind them was yanked open again and Kitayama demanded to know what Yokoo had just<\/i> told them about that. <\/p>\n *****<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You really did want to watch the Olympics!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata said, laughing and making Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed shake.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s funny about that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori demanded, cheeks turning pink. He put a hand down to steady the snack tray his mother had brought in before Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hilarity ended with them both covered in peach water. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I like the Olympics!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I just thought it was cheesy line to get me into your room,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata admitted, still snickering, but recovered enough to pick up one of the sandwiches Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mother had made for them and shove half of it into his mouth. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need a cheesy line to get you into my room,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori said stiffly, turning back to the television, where currently a lot of practically naked men were hugging each other. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I just tell you to come over and here you are. Sometimes you even show up on your own.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t me grabbing you outside the dressing room,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata reminded, pushing the snack tray out of the way so he could scoot closer. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153For once,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori snorted, but the corner of his mouth twitched, and he didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t push Miyata away when Miyata rested his chin on Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder and wrapped arms around his waist. <\/p>\n Miyata didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind humoring Tamamori, although he didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t find the Olympics particularly entertaining himself. He occupied himself eating more than his share of the sandwiches and coaxing Tamamori eating something too, since Tamamori was liable to be distracted by anything from figuring out what country each flag was for to the new Lawsons commercial. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s<\/i> why people keep giving Koyama-kun those bags,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori murmured, and Miyata didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t bother trying to restrain himself from kissing Tamamori while he was bright with sudden understanding. Tamamori shivered under the attention for a few moments, his fingers teasing at the ends of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair, before pushing Miyata back with the protest that the Men\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Diving was back on. <\/p>\n It was just as well, since Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mother came in a few minutes later to collect the tray and tell Tamamori everyone else was going to bed and that they shouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stay up too late. She stayed a minute longer to inspect both of them and to fuss over how their faces were getting thin again. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Summary!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori protested as if that explained everything, trying to dodge his mother\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grip and leaning this way and that to try and see the television around her. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mooom, get out of the way, Usain Bolt\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s on!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t worry, Tamamori-san!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata said brightly, drawing her attention and keeping half an eye on how Tamamori flailed his hands as the race started. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We all take care of each other. Ne, are you coming to see us? My mother went last week.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell her whose uchiwa your mother bought,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori said distractedly, and Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face darkened.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yabu-kun\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata grumbled, making Tamamori-san burst into peals of laughter. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153She\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going again soon, with some of the other mothers, I think. You should call her, Tamamori-san.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll do that,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori-san looked pleased at the invitation, and she assured Miyata that she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d definitely buy his uchiwa before wishing both of them goodnight and shutting the door on the way out. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Your mom\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pretty,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata said idly, draining the rest of his peach water. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153She laughs like you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153She knows,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori commented, eyes still on the television, and Miyata choked, finally drawing Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s attention away from the television long enough to pound Miyata on the back. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What do you mean, she knows?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata spluttered when he could breathe again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153About us? Did you tell her?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Miyacchi,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori tilted his head to one side, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153do you suffer from the delusion that you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re subtle?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata flushed beet red. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I mean, you told Morimoto Shintarou we were practicing for a love drama,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori reminded. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You nearly fall on your face once a show because you won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop staring<\/i> at me. If your mother came to the show last week, then she knows too!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mean to.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata stared down at Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bedspread, mortified. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I just can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help it. You know, when you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re so\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori scooted an inch closer when Miyata trailed off. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153When I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m what?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata struggled to get words to come out of his mouth, but it was getting harder the closer Tamamori leaned. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you have any idea what you look<\/i> like up there?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153No,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori brushed his nose across Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheek, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153tell me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re beautiful<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata blurted, everything coming out in a rush so that he barely had time to be embarrassed at how idiotic he sounded. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The costumes all show you off and you do all the choreography like you were born for it and then you end up stripping off half your clothes and\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n Miyata stuttered to a halt when Tamamori grazed a kiss over the edge of his jaw, but then Tamamori murmured for him not to stop. Miyata grabbed Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrist and forced him backwards, so that he was sprawled out on his back with Miyata leaning over him. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I hate that everybody else gets to see you like that,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata growled at the way Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes went wide and his breath quickened. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ever want it to stop either, because I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to stop watching you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And you wonder how my mother knows,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori said with a soft smile, reaching up to cup Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face in his palms, and then he pulled Miyata down for a slow, deep kiss, letting Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s weight settle in between his legs and wrapping arms around his neck to get as close as possible. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s please not talk about your mother,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata groaned, breaking the kiss to press his face into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck and try to get ahold of the way their hips were already rocking together. After the show and being interrupted later, it was already almost too much. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Wait, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori said, and that was where Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s control ended. He kissed Tamamori fiercely as Tamamori pulled and pushed their clothes out of the way, his mouth, his throat, his shoulders, anywhere Miyata could reach as more and more of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin became accessible. <\/p>\n When Tamamori reached down to shove his jeans out of the way, Miyata followed, making Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s protest cut off in a strangled groan as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hip. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t, oh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori tried yanking on Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair, but it only made Miyata growl and push into the touch as he flicked his tongue out over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata interrupted, then slid his lips over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock, too greedy for the taste of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin to care about much else. Tamamori threw an arm over his mouth to keep from giving a moan that would have left his family know more about them than anybody would have been comfortable with, but even the muffled noise was enough to make Miyata grind his own erection into the sheets. <\/p>\n Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s other hand was still tight in Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair, tugging and scratching along Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s scalp, making Miyata hum with the sharp sensation of it. Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin was hot under his mouth, and he had to use both hands to keep Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips still as Tamamori twisted and tried to arch into his touch. <\/p>\n Miyata doubted he gave the best blowjobs on earth, his technique consisting most of getting as much of Tamamori inside his mouth as possible and keeping his tongue in the way of his teeth, but the best part about Tamamori was that it didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem to matter, and it couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have been longer than two minutes when Tamamori came apart under him in a hot rush that Miyata worked hard to swallow all of. <\/p>\n Well, Miyata amended as Tamamori yanked him up for a deep kiss and to hold him close while he shivered, maybe not the best<\/i> part. It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hard to ignore his own hardness for a little longer while he was smoothing Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair away from flushed cheeks, Tamamori blinking up at him sleepily with impossibly dark eyes. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What are you waiting for?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori whispered hoarsely, nudging Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock with a thigh and making Miyata gasp and tighten his grip. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I said I wanted you, didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t I?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n It was hard for Miyata to say exactly what the best part of sex with Tamamori was, although it was high on the list that Tamamori was already half-hard again by the time Miyata had two fingers inside him, or that adding a third forced a string of low pleas out of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth, or that Tamamori just couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t wait, grabbing Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips and pulling him all the way in, until he was close enough to lean down for a kiss, telling Tamamori that he loved him until Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breath evened out enough to call Miyata an idiot. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nobody else sees me like this, though,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori reminded Miyata as he rolled his hips, and yeah, Miyata thought, maybe that was the best thing. <\/p>\n Then Tamamori threw his head back and begged for more, and Miyata forgot what it was that he was making a list for anyway, forgot everything except the welcoming squeeze of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s body and the way Tamamori called his name, voice breaking with the impossibility of keeping quiet. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, I bet your mom knows now<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata teased when they were curled up together afterwards, laughing when Tamamori cracked open an eye to scowl at him. The television was still on at the end of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed, lighting their skin in soft blues and muttering quietly about medal counts to itself. <\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Maybe she just thinks I really<\/i> like Usain Bolt.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori stuck his tongue out. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the fastest man in the world, you know, and if you saw the size of his feet\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re the fastest man in the world,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata scowled back without thinking, then when Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes narrowed dangerously, hastened to add, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Not that I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t enjoy that!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hmmph.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori relaxed, letting his eyes fall shut again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t going to stay awake watching me, are you? It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s creepy.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n Miyata chuckled and kissed Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s forehead, because the small smile on Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lips told him exactly how Tamamori really felt about being watched. But he was glad anyway when Tamamori fell asleep right away, so that Miyata didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have to answer with a lie. <\/p>\n Several hours later, Miyata was startled out of a dream where Johnny\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Entertainment was hosting the Olympics, Yamada Ryosuke just about to be awarded the gold for sluttiest hips, by Tamamori angrily demanding to know why Miyata was moaning Usain Bolt\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s name.<\/p>\n
\nWorth Watching<\/b><\/p>\n
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