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Title<\/b>: Miyata vs Pillow-san [Tamamori\/Miyata]
\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: R
\nSummary<\/b>: All Tamamori wants is to sleep, why is that so hard?
\nAN<\/b>: Written for Shiritori. <\/p>\n
Miyata vs Pillow-san<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Love is you, all right,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori grumbles as he sends back a snappy reply to Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s obnoxiously sappy mail. Then he turns to punch Miyata in the shoulder. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And quit mailing me when I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sitting right here!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
Miyata just laughs, especially when Fujigaya says with exasperation that Tamamori just did exactly the same thing so he can hardly complain. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ah, but if I just tell you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, looking way too proud of himself, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153then you can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t reread it later to yourself when you miss me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Who even misses you, seriously?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori demands, Fujigaya gagging showily and telling them to just get the fuck out already, or at least go find a prop closet like Nikaido and Senga. <\/p>\n
Even when they finally do leave, they don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t walk with a whole lot of purpose, since they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re going their separate ways at the station, actually spending the night in their own homes for once. Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mother has mailed him twice already to ask if he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s changed his mind yet with a lot of winking emoticons, and people wonder where Tamamori gets his jerk side from. <\/p>\n
They can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even hug goodbye properly at the station, which Tamamori hates, but there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s enough shit on the internet about them already. All he can do is look Miyata in the eye for a long moment, dark brown still surrounded by smudged eyeliner, and then shuffle off towards the first of his trains home. <\/p>\n
The trip takes forever and all Tamamori wants is to sleep, but he knows better than to try it on his own and besides there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nobody warm and comfortable to lean his head against. He ends up occupying himself with his saved mails on his phone, just since they were talking about them, and he nearly misses his exchange anyway. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Wait, who are you again?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mother teases when Tamamori slouches into the kitchen, making a big show of squinting at his face. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you sure you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re one of mine?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Knock it off,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori grumbles, but he gets a lot more cooperative when she reheats some curry for him and then digs up a bag of individually wrapped kiwi kit-kats that she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s had stashed in the back of a cabinet since they were in season last. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell your brother,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she warns, pulling one more little package out of the bag before returning it to its hiding spot. She snaps the pair of sticks in half and hands one of them to Tamamori. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Or your father, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m supposed to be dieting.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need to diet, mom,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori rolls his eyes, and she looks him over and says he sure doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t either, not that it stops that moron Johnny-san. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Anyway, I gave you the bigger piece, so my calories don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t count,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she announces, popping the last bite in her mouth and dusting off her hands. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I stuck them all to your piece.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been ages since he hung around with his mother a little, just the two of them. He lingers in the kitchen while she washes up and lets her pester him with questions about what the rest of his group is up to lately. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You should have them over for nabe now that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s getting cold,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she suggests, a shameless ploy to surround herself with cute young men to spoil. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ever since Kitayama-kun got his own apartment, you hardly bring the other boys over.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need playdates, geez,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori scoffs. But really nabe sounds like a pretty good idea, and nobody ever wins against his mother\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pout anyway. <\/p>\n
[Where do you think yours came from?] Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mail asks when Tamamori mails him the story after he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dragged himself up to his bed. Even though he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d planned to get a good night\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sleep for once, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not that appealing when his bed doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have somebody in it warming everything up. [But a nabe party sounds fun. Let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ask everyone tomorrow, okay?]<\/p>\n
Tamamori turns the lights off and tries to get comfortable, but the room is too quiet and one of his pillows is a poor stand-in for Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s warm skin and steady breathing, plus it never strokes his hair. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You suck, pillow-san,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori informs it, then gives up to his old teenage standby of just getting himself off in the hopes he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll relax into sleep right after. He wraps a hand around himself and thinks about Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands and mouth, and how his eyes are on Tamamori even more than the other two. He thinks about how it took them two weeks to find a safe place to fool around in the Dream Boys theater and two minutes once they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d found it. <\/p>\n
He thinks about how Miyata murmurs a constant stream of praise in Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ear, lips brushing his piercings, and how sometimes that seems like the most intimate part, and how when it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cold they don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do it face to face as often, so that Miyata presses against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back, keeping Tamamori warm all over and nibbling at his neck and shoulders. <\/p>\n
It seems to take ages (Tamamori guesses he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gotten spoiled), but eventually he shudders himself out with a sigh. He fumbles for a tissue and curls up in his now-warm sheets, eyes finally heavy. <\/p>\n
Pillow-san is still not nearly good enough, though. <\/p>\n
The next day he keeps yawning until Miyata finally asks with a sly smile if Tamamori can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sleep properly without him anymore. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ridiculous,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori scoffs. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I can just hug pillow-san, and he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t say weird shit or try to keep me up talking about anime half the night!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata laughs, eyes knowing, and when Tamamori lets his guard down a moment, Miyata wraps arms around him from behind, warm all down Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back, pressing lips to the back of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Leggo,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori scolds, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s melting into the touch. Waaaaarm. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Stay over tonight,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata murmurs, lips brushing Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s piercings, and if Tamamori shoves him against the wall and crushes their mouths together rather than agreeing verbally, he figures it can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be helped. <\/p>\n
There is the eyeliner clause, after all.<\/p>\n