Find the Words<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kiss me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori demands. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Wh-what?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks, eyes wide, hands fumbling his sneaker laces into a knot. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What did you just say?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kiss me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori repeats. His orange-bleached bangs hang in his face, and Tamamori is sure they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re clashing with his pink cheeks. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Everybody else has kissed somebody already, and I hate being the last one! Even those brats have!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m pretty sure Ken-chan and Nika-chan have only kissed each other,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, looking back down at his sneakers with a frown as he tries to undo the mess he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s made of his laces. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Whatever, that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s still somebody!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori insists. He reaches down to squish Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheeks with the palms of his hands and forces him to look back up. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t last,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t kissed anyone.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153See? Then let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s go already, geez!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata stares at him evenly until Tamamori is the one who has to look away. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just do it and get it over with.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori has gotten used to Miyata doing whatever he says, which is the reason he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s standing here right now. When Miyata doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t move right away to obey, Tamamori worries that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gone too far this time, even for Miyata, and just humiliated himself for nothing. But then Miyata stands up and steps a little closer, and Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s world settles back properly on its axis. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re sure?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks quietly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be your first kiss forever, you know.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth pinches a little; he hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t thought about it like that. But oh well, it seems too late to take it back now, and he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sick of waiting. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, whatever.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He lifts his eyes back to Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face to give him a narrow look. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be yours too, don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t pretend that isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t exactly what you want.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata just smiles a little, small and nervous, and then leans in and presses their mouths together. <\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s awkward and their noses bump, and both of their eyes are open. Tamamori reaches up after a second to palm Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face again, tilting his mouth into a more comfortable angle, and then Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes slide shut. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s weird to look when he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the only one doing it, so Tamamori closes his eyes too, even though that makes the feeling of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s warm, rough lips against his more intense. <\/p>\n
Tamamori blinks his eyes open again when Miyata pulls away. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks after an awkward silence. <\/p>\n
Tamamori considers. It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t so bad, maybe even a little nice, but what he says is, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m glad that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s over with. Now take me out for food already, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m starving.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori has girlfriends on and off sometimes, but years later it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Miyata he goes to for drama kissing practice. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t asleep, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori asks across the gap between their beds. He can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sleep, the hotel sheets\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 unfamiliar smell and feel rubbing his skin all wrong. On Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s other side, Kitayama is breathing slow and deep, easy to sleep through but impossible to ignore when Tamamori can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sleep himself. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata answers, voice slurred with exhaustion. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good, because you aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t allowed to until I do.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Any chance that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be soon?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s voice is plaintive, as close to scolding as he ever gets with Tamamori. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not like I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m doing it on purpose.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fed up, Tamamori throws back his blankets and crawls out of bed. He grunts when he trips over his own bag and bangs his knee on the edge of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Move over.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t argue as Tamamori slides between his blankets, in close enough to poach Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heat shamelessly. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not even unusual; when it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cold at night with the heat off, Tamamori does the same thing when they sleep over at each other\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s houses. <\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s more comfortable, but Tamamori is still shifting around after a few minutes, unable to relax. The worst part is, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s one thing that he knows will relax him, but even Tamamori isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t KY enough to think he can just start doing that in Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed. <\/p>\n
Ten minutes later, Tamamori gives in. They have concerts tomorrow, after all.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m jerking myself off or I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll never get sleepy,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he announces, shoving at Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder with his own. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You do it too, or it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be weird.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata hisses. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be even weirder! Why didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you do that over there?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Right next to Kitamitsu?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori wrinkles his nose at the thought. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Like you doing that is loud enough to wake him up,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata points out, rightfully so. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m awake!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So like I said, do it too.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori shifts until he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s as comfortable as he can be on his back, one hand already slipping down his track pants. The other is patting around for Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrist, and Miyata jumps a little under the touch when Tamamori makes contact. Tamamori shoves Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand towards his own pants. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come on already.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata struggles a second, and then just gives in with a muttered \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fine, fine.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Satisfied with his victory, Tamamori takes his hand back to push his shirt up and starts to stroke himself seriously. He closes his eyes as he gets into it, but he can feel the shift of Miyata beside him, feel when Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s rhythm matches up with his. Tamamori thinks about complaining about how weird that is, but it seems like too much effort. <\/p>\n
Usually Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think about much when he gets himself off, the occasional model or actress, but with Miyata right beside him he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help think about that. He wonders what Miyata thinks about, girls or boys or gross anime things, wonders if Miyata squeezes himself the same way Tamamori does and what he does with his other hand, if he thumbs his tip like Tamamori does. Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s orgasm rushes over him suddenly, taking him by surprise so that he forgets to be entirely quiet, leaving him shivering with little aftershocks. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s surprised too, and Tamamori can tell he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s coming too from how he goes tense and then relaxes. Tamamori fumbles for some tissues and drops a couple on Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face. <\/p>\n
They clean up in silence, and Tamamori heaves a satisfied sigh as he sprawls out on his back, Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s warmth feeling so good against his skin. Miyata rolls onto his side towards Tamamori but doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t say anything. Tamamori can tell he isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t asleep, though. <\/p>\n
Finally, just to say something, Tamamori asks, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think about weird shit like tentacles, do you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata chuckles. Tamamori waits for Miyata to ask what he thinks about, but the silence stretches out another few seconds before Miyata speaks again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tama?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori feels sleepy finally, eyes closing on their own. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Never mind, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nothing. Goodnight.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori mumbles a goodnight of his own and drifts off easily. <\/p>\n
The next time he tries to jerk off by himself, Tamamori is annoyed when he discovers that his mind keeps drifting back to Miyata warm next to him, falling into rhythm with him, making soft, choked noises. The most irritating thing is that he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even imagine it properly because under the blankets in the dark he hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seen anything really. <\/p>\n
The next time they share a hotel room, Tamamori is in Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed ten seconds after Kitayama starts snoring. This time he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t bother keeping his hands to himself. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Shut the fuck up, okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido demands, face bright red because he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d accidentally let it slip that Senga is on top more often than not these days, and now half the room is cackling at his expense. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Whatever, if you freaks ever got laid right you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d know it felt amazing.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nika-chan~,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga purrs, pleased at the backhanded compliment. He wraps his arms around Nikaido in a showy hug and squeezes him until Nikaido grumbles at him to save it for later, geez. <\/p>\n
Tamamori sidles up to Nikaido afterwards, and Nikaido side-eyes him warily, clearly ready to scrap if Tamamori has only come over here for more harassment. Tamamori feels just as embarrassed as Nikaido looks, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not like there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a ton of people he can go to for these sorts of answers. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It feels good? Really?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori asks, genuinely curious. Obviously he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s seen manga and that sort of stuff on the internet, but he always thought it looked abrupt and unpleasant for the person on the bottom. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido answers after a second. He looks back down at his phone in his hands, as if he can only talk about it when they aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t looking at each other. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153If the other person does it right, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s…look, if it sucked, I wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t let him do it, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori thinks to himself that actually Nikaido would let Senga do a lot of things even if they were entirely unpleasant, but he has the sense to keep that opinion to himself. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Anyway,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido looks back up, scrutinizing Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you like girls?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just wondering,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says quickly, and scuttles off. <\/p>\n
He does like girls, enough, but they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re so much work and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not like he has a lot of time or opportunity for them with their job now that they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re busy nearly all year. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been a while since Tamamori has had a regular girlfriend, and the last one he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d had ended badly enough that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not in a hurry to try again. <\/p>\n
Miyata, on the other hand, is entirely convenient and still does whatever Tamamori says. So if Tamamori wants to be touched or held during one of their million and a half sleepovers, Miyata never tells him no. Even when they don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do that sort of thing they haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t bothered with futons at each other\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s houses for years, so nobody thinks anything of it so far as Tamamori knows. <\/p>\n
Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mother does make the occasional comment to Miyata about Tamamori being a high-maintenance girlfriend, but she spends her afternoons reading that<\/i> sort of manga or gossiping about them with Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mother, so Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t expect any better from her. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So hey,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says during their next sleepover, rolling onto his side to watch Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That thing that Nika was talking about. Can we try that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata looks up from the Shounen Jump<\/i> he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s reading, eyebrow raised. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sending rabbits to the moon to colonize it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori snaps, scornful, but then he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get the words out. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The…you know, earlier, the other thing about…him.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata sets the magazine aside and gives Tamamori his full attention. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You want to do that? With me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nobody else Tamamori would trust as much to try or would worry less about being a freak about it if it sucks, or that Tamamori thinks would take care of him so well, but what Tamamori ends up saying is, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re right here. And it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not like a girlfriend could do it to me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata winces, Tamamori assumes from the mental image, then just stares thoughtfully at Tamamori a little longer. Tamamori waits as patiently as he can, scrunching Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s blankets between his fingers. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve never done that with anybody though,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata finally says. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know what to do.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You can figure it out,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori assures carelessly, already leaning back to shove his sweatpants off. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s entirely relaxed about it now that Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s basically said yes. Miyata will make him feel good, definitely. Miyata opens his mouth but Tamamori fists a hand in his T-shirt and pulls him down for a kiss, done with talking. <\/p>\n
Tamamori tugs Miyata over top of him while they kiss, hums in satisfaction when Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s weight presses him into the mattress, familiar and warm. Miyata relaxes into after a minute, enough that Tamamori lets go of his shirt and starts running hands over Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms and back. Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms are particularly nice lately, he must be doing muscle training with Nikaido again, and Tamamori traces all their curves until Miyata is whining softly into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth. <\/p>\n
When he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sure Miyata won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t try to make a run for it, Tamamori spreads his legs, letting Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s weight settle between them. It sends a surprising bolt of want through Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stomach, and both of them moan quietly. Miyata lifts his head, breaking the kiss, to look down at Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face. His expression is full of want, focused only on Tamamori, and Tamamori likes that more than a little. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Please,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori asks, rolling his hips up against Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want you to.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153All right, all right,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says breathlessly. He peels himself away from Tamamori with reluctance, and reaches for his bedside drawer with a familiarity that makes Tamamori raise an eyebrow. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I thought you said you hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t done this before?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori demands when the necessary items are in immediately reach. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Jealous?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks, looking perfectly pleased about that, and Tamamori scoffs. Miyata uncaps the lube and warms some up on his fingers. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not the only thing you can use lube for, you know. Tell me if I hurt you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori certainly plans to, his reputation as a crybaby well-deserved, but he never gets the chance. Miyata goes so slow that Tamamori is begging him to speed up, not that Miyata listens. Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers are strong and warm and feel so good that Tamamori squirms not just from the pleasure of it, but also from the revelation that he might be the most willing bottom to ever walk the earth. <\/p>\n
Aside from Nikaido, apparently. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you takes notes for your novel down there or something?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori demands crankily when he feels like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s about to go out of his skin with need. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m fine, okay? Do you want to fuck me or not?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata pulls his hand free but doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do much else, making Tamamori whine. His expression is serious when he looks down to meet Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you really sure?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I was sure when I asked you the first time!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori insists, reaching for the condom himself since Miyata seems determined to be useless. He rips it open after only a second of fumbling and leans up to roll it onto Miyata. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I mean, really, who else?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
A look comes over Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face that Tamamori can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t identify, but before he can put any effort into it, Miyata is pulling Tamamori up with his strong hands and rolling him over, onto his hands and knees. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be easier like this.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
He starts pushing in before Tamamori can argue, and then Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have the breath for any words anyway. There is a bit of sting and stretch at first, despite Miyata being so careful, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gone in a minute, replaced by heat and want. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153More,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori demands when Miyata holds still too long, leaning down onto his elbows to change the angle of Miyata pushing into him. He arches his back like a cat, dragging a low noise out of Miyata, and then Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thighs are pressed flush against his and he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s as deep as he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going to get. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mmm, now move.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tama-chan,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata murmurs, voice shaky. He drapes himself over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back and that feels even better, the heat of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin sinking into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, one arm curling around Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest and the other holding Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hip steady as Miyata pulls out and pushes back in. <\/p>\n
He speeds up soon enough, Tamamori pushing back against him and spreading his knees further apart to take Miyata in deeper. Tamamori had no idea it would feel anything like this, that it would set his skin on fire and drive all the air from his lungs. He can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even get enough breath to order Miyata to touch him, or to do anything besides moan. <\/p>\n
Miyata does it anyway, dropping his hand from Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hip to wrap tight around his cock. He fucks Tamamori forward into his fist, surrounding him completely, and Tamamori has no hope of lasting after only a few minutes. He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even manage to choke out a warning as he squeezes tight around Miyata, Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s echoing groan buzzing against his spine, and then Tamamori pulses himself out over Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand for what seems like forever. His arms and legs are shaking, threatening to buckle any second, but fortunately Miyata clutches him tightly and comes as well only a few thrusts afterwards. <\/p>\n
They collapse on their side, both of them gasping for air like they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve just run the length of Dome, and Tamamori feels like he might never move again. Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms tighten around Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist, his breath still quick and irregular against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder, and Tamamori can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even be bothered to call him gross.<\/p>\n
Eventually Tamamori starts to shiver, and Miyata sits up to clean both of them up as best he can before tucking them under the blanket. He only hesitates a moment before pulling Tamamori close again, much closer than they usually sleep. Tamamori has had enough girls do that to know they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re straying into not casual fuck territory, but given what they just did, Tamamori is willing to cut Miyata some slack until it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s daylight. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Was it okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks, voice quiet near Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ear. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What you wanted?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mmhmm.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes are already shut, breath slowing. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thanks for working hard.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tama…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata starts, but whatever else he says goes unheard as Tamamori slips into sleep. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Somehow before Tamamori knows how it happened, Miyata has nearly all of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s firsts. It worries Tamamori a little that it turned out like that, the only otaku out of all the hot idols around and that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the moron that Tamamori picks, but then he shrugs it off. It isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like Miyata is going anywhere, after all. Better him than some girl whose name he can barely remember anymore, like the first girl who\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d let Tamamori take her bra off. <\/p>\n
The others must know about what goes on between the two of them, they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re all close enough and Tamamori is a particularly bad secret-keeper, but nobody says anything even when it goes on for a while. It keeps happening long enough, in fact, that the next time Tamamori mentions a girlfriend casually, Senga blinks at him in confusion. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga frowns. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I thought you and Miyacchi were…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori asks, not seeing at all what taking his girlfriend shopping over the weekend has to do with letting Miyata fuck him sometimes. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Getting serious,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga finishes, and now Tamamori frowns. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I mean, if both of you are fine with it, I guess that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s okay.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s smile is a bit forced, but Tamamori knows he means well and wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t trying to pry. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like that really,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori tries to explain, not liking how thin an excuse it sounds even to his own ears. Senga says it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not his business anyway, and Tamamori grumbles internally that Senga needs to quit being so adult, what the hell. <\/p>\n
Senga does squeeze Tamamori around the waist in a quick hug before he goes out to practice, though. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just…be happy, okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, all right.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori pats Senga awkwardly between the shoulder blades until Senga lets go. <\/p>\n
The girl lasts ten seconds anyway, starting to get on Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nerves much earlier than they usually do, but that doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make it feel good to get dumped. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And then she called me a weirdo!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori complains, voice rising in pitch throughout his dramatic retelling. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153She had fake eyelashes bigger than Kitamitsu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s and a purse bigger than Yokoo\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m<\/i> the weirdo?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He kicks at Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s foot when he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get any response. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oi, are you listening to me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Of course I am,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, but he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t pull his eyes away from his phone. Even when he snaps it shut and tucks it in his pocket, he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t really meet Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes properly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m going to go out and stretch early with Ken-chan, I feel really stiff this morning. See you in a bit, yeah?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori grumbles, out of temper at the lack of response to his whole melodramatic story. He looks around for a new audience, but the only people left in the room with him are Fujigaya, who is busy with the mirror, and Kitayama, who is stretched out on the couch. He isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t asleep yet, Tamamori can tell by his breathing, so Tamamori decides to chance it. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can you even believe that shit?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori demands. <\/p>\n
Kitayama cracks one eye open. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hear that crack about the eyelashes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153She was a bigger tease than Taipi, too,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori launches right back into his story. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153She was all up on me in the restaurant, touching my leg and rubbing against my shoulder, but then as soon we got to the car…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Stop it,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama orders. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nobody wants to hear that, ugh.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s what Miyacchi said too.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori purses his lips, glancing in the direction of the door that Miyata had used to escape. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s with him lately, anyway? Normally I could read him the dictionary and he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d beg for more, but I haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t been able to finish a whole story in front of him for like a week. What kind of best friend is he?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tama-chan,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama sighs, deep like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s trying to dislodge something heavy sitting on his chest, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I love you, but you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re kind of a terrible person.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Eh?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori frowns. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not like he goes around kicking puppies or something. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Of course he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to hear about you and some sleazy girl. God, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s like you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got no sense at all. You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve stolen every one of Miyacchi\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s firsts, and none of it means anything to you, does it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t really asking, though; his voice says he already knows the answer. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t steal them,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori protests. Kitayama eyes him evenly a moment longer, and then rolls over on the couch in clear dismissal. <\/p>\n
That silent look makes Tamamori feel worse than any words ever could. He tries to occupy himself with his phone, but he mostly ends up just scowling at it. Even Fujigaya notices his sulk when he glances away from the mirror to rummage in his bag. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s with that face?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya asks, turning right back to the mirror without waiting for an answer.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kitamitsu just said I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m terrible,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori reports, pulling another face at his phone. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you listening?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya says. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, you are.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d And if Kitayama saying that had made Tamamori uncomfortable, Fujigaya saying it makes Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s discomfort boil over into anger. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to hear it from you!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori snaps, tossing his phone into his bag with some force. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You fool around more than anybody!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Not with anybody who\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s in love with me, though.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya glances past his own reflection in the mirror to catch eyes with Tamamori. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cruel?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153He could say no,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori mutters, crossing his arms tightly against his chest like he can make Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s words bounce off. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know he won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya counters. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t take no for an answer if he did.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just shut up, what do you know,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori snaps, shouldering past Fujigaya to escape the room. <\/p>\n
He slinks out of the dressing room and down the hall to where Miyata, Senga, Nikaido, and Yokoo are practicing already. Miyata gives Tamamori a little wave when they catch eyes, before he goes on with practicing, but it makes Tamamori somehow feel even worse. Kitayama and Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s words roll around in Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stomach as he watches the four of them dance, until the whole thing is one big knot. He can hardly concentrate on what they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re doing, barely even listening when he gets yelled at. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrong?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks when he can steal a moment alone with Tamamori, hours later. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you really that upset about–\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Did I steal all your firsts?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori interrupts. Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth works soundlessly for a second and Tamamori barrels on. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kitamitsu said I stole all your firsts and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a terrible person, and Taipi said I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m cruel for fooling around with you when you love me. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not like I can stop you doing that!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t steal them,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says quietly, giving Tamamori a real smile for the first time all day, even if it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a small one. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I gave them to you. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m glad you have them.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
That doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make Tamamori feel better at all, though. If anything it makes him feel worse, Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s patience endless no matter how much Tamamori orders him around. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been thinking about it all afternoon, just going around and around in little circles mentally until it made him sick. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why do you let me treat you like this?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori demands, frustrated because he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get it at all.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know why,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, meeting Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gaze evenly. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so calm about it, it just makes Tamamori want to get louder, to force Miyata to be just as agitated as he is. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t it hurt?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori asks, forcing his hands back down to his sides when they want to grab Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shirt and just shake him until he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sensible. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153There isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t anybody else who would put up with it!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Then they don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t love you enough,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d is Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s matter-of-fact answer to that, and for a moment, Tamamori can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think of anything to say back, so they just stare at each other.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like anybody could compete with you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says in the end, then clicks his tongue when it only makes Miyata smile wider. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153In terms of being gross, I mean. Ugh, just shut up and tell me how to fix it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t broken.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata shrugs. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just how we are. You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re only realizing now?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori has to drop his eyes to his sneakers, Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s easy acceptance needling him more than anything else. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I just thought it was normal best friend stuff.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tama-chan,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata chuckles, fond and only a little condescending, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153what part of asking me to fuck you did you think was normal best friend stuff?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nika and Ken-chan do that!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori rushes to point out, cheeks hot. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hmm, it is true you aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t surrounded by the best examples,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata admits. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But I keep telling you, the way we are is the way we are. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m satisfied with that. And if girls make you happy–\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153They don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori blurts, scowling at his own vehemence. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re fine, but…it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a lot of work, and we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re already so busy…and…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And sometimes they call you a weirdo?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata prompts, smiling slyly. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think you were listening to that,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori grunted. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I told you I was. So what would make you happy?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori looks at Miyata, whose eyes are a little sad and a little hopeful but focused just on Tamamori, and he knows what he should say, whether it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the truth or not. He opens his mouth, but the words stick in his throat until he shakes his head. If he makes a promise to Miyata that he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t keep, Tamamori will never be able to forgive himself. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says. Miyata nods, unsurprised, like he already knows. \u00e2\u20ac\u00a8
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s okay,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata assures. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The way we are is fine.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori surprises both of them when he grabs Miyata in a hug tight enough to squeeze the breath out of him. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want you to be happy too,<\/i>\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he hisses. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m glad.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms wrap around Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist to hug him back. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m really glad to hear that.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s awkward for a day or two, but it blows over easily enough. Miyata never refuses Tamamori when Tamamori is craving closeness or attention, and he seems to have been honest about not needing words or promises. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s more than Tamamori deserves, he knows, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grateful. He tries to make up for it in physical affection when it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just the two of them, and Miyata seems more than okay with that too. <\/p>\n
Before he knows it, weeks and weeks have gone by. Practice ends early enough for the day that Tamamori and Miyata make it to Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house in time for a late dinner, and Tamamori-san is only too happy to cook a second time for her favorite pair of idols. She feeds Miyata until he protests that he won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t fit into his shiny suit the next day, giving Tamamori a good-natured ribbing the whole time about being so high maintenance. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But I like him that way,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata protests with a wide grin, and Tamamori clicks his tongue in annoyance. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cutest when he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s being totally unreasonable, don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you think?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Boy, does that sound familiar,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s father comments as he wanders by the kitchen, and this time it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Tamamori-san who clicks her tongue in annoyance. His quota of family time more than filled, Tamamori announces they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re going to his room and drags Miyata away by the wrist before his mother can start on a fruit course. <\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been a long day of practice, so even though it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s still too early to go to bed, they flop onto Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed next to each other and turn on the television. Tamamori pulls Miyata closer until he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pressed against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s side, warming him up from shoulder to knee. Miyata settles in willingly enough, throwing an arm over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist and settling his cheek against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder. <\/p>\n
There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a music show on when Tamamori flips the channel, and Tamamori perks up. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey, that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s her!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Your drama co-star?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks, shifting to see better. Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s next drama project hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t been formally announced yet, but Kis-My-Ft2 will do the opening theme and his romantic co-lead will be singing the ending theme. Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been sworn to secrecy, so of course Miyata knows all the details. They watch her chat happily with the host for a minute about her new album. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm, she seems nice.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers skim Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ribs through his T-shirt, tickling lightly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good luck, Romeo.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nah.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori bats Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand away. She\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cute enough and seems nice, but Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t feel any particular interest. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153She\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not my type.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata rolls over more onto his stomach, half on top of Tamamori, to eye him with a raised eyebrow. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Is that so? Because she looks kind of exactly like your last three girlfriends, more or less. Strong, short hair, leather boots…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m just not interested, okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori narrows his eyes at Miyata. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And my last girlfriend was months<\/i> ago, you know.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I do know,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata replies, smirk fading into a thoughtful look. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Even for you, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s quite a gap. Is if okay to ask if there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a reason for that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just turned out like this,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says, but it sounds unconvincing even to him. The truth is that there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been a couple opportunities, but each time it happens, Tamamori finds himself unable to expend even the most minimal effort. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s busy enough, is what he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been telling himself, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not like he needs to go borrowing trouble. <\/p>\n
Besides, girls are always the wrong height and not warm enough and smell wrong and Tamamori has to keep remembering he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t call them names. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m the only one you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been with?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks, still looking like he isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sure if they really can talk about this. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Since we talked about it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori nods. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Is that on purpose? Or just…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori kisses Miyata rather than think about it, because thinking is hard and Miyata is easy for him as usual. He lifts a hand to drag through Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair and Miyata melts against him, easier than anything. Miyata kisses Tamamori slow and firm and with his full attention, and Tamamori stops thinking about anything at all. <\/p>\n
He tugs Miyata over until Miyata is covering him completely, and Tamamori hums happily at the warm weight pressing him into the mattress. He twines arms around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck, dragging fingers through Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair and down his back until Miyata is making soft noises into his mouth with every breath. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori murmurs, and Miyata sighs a yes before Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s done saying the words. Miyata sits up to strip their clothes off, and Tamamori growls at the loss of his heat while making no move at all to help. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Unreasonable,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata accuses, affectionate, shoving Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sweatpants out of the way. He strips his own off while he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s at it, tossing them aside carelessly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So cute.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ugh, shut up, seriously.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori stretches, starfish-style, and winces when his back pops. Damn Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s new dance. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Should I roll over?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Stay like this,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks, and Tamamori raises an eyebrow because he always rolls over. This time it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Miyata who squirms a little as he explains, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want to see you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s different to be able to watch as Miyata stretches him open, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hot too, Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s long fingers disappearing inside of him. Tamamori finds himself pushing down almost right away, wanting more, shifting his hips until Miyata figures out where to touch from this side. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ohh, right there.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata agrees, eyes getter darker as he watches the way Tamamori arches for him. He curls his fingers and Tamamori shudders head-to-toe, barely muffling his noise at the last second. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hold back, I want to hear you. Your parents are downstairs anyway.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t talk about them,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori grumbles, and then Miyata does it again while he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s in the middle of talking, so that Tamamori can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop the low moan this time. Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheeks go pink, hoping his parents are watching TV or something. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fuck, don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do that!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help myself,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, not at all repentant. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Your voice is so hot like that, of course I want to hear it. I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t wait to feel you, are you ready?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hurry up,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori orders, legs spreading even wider in anticipation. He whines when Miyata pulls his fingers away, eyes glued to Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock as Miyata rolls a condom on and strokes lube over his length.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you comfortable like that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata pauses to ask, despite his own obvious desire to get on with it. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The angle\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori insists, reaching back to jam the pillow under his neck a little more firmly, but that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all he has the patience for before he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grabbing for Miyata. He can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop another low groan as Miyata pushes inside, Miyata echoing him more quietly. The angle is all different, Tamamori panting a string of breathless oh<\/i>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s as Miyata works his way deeper. <\/p>\n
When he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get any deeper, Miyata pauses for a second, both of them taking quick, short breaths as their eyes meet and hold. He can grab Miyata like this, Tamamori realizes, and before he knows it he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s got arms wrapped tight around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck, dragging him down for a long, deep kiss. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tama,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata moans into it. Tamamori is clinging tightly enough that he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t move properly, but the tiny twitches of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips make Tamamori shiver and sigh against Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth. Miyata drags his lips down over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s jaw and down his neck; Tamamori tilts his head back to bare his throat, and Miyata slides in just a tiny bit deeper. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fuck, you feel so good.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So fuck me already.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori lets his arms slide off of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders and flop to the bed, giving Miyata his range of motion back. He watches openly as Miyata pushes himself up onto his hands and tests his angle, humming breathily at Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s first real thrust. There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s actually nothing else besides Miyata that Tamamori can look at from this angle, no way he can miss Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s intense expression or the depth of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s feelings as they flit across his face. It makes his nerves crackle, makes every touch feel like more when Miyata looks down at him like that. <\/p>\n
He can read every emotion as it crosses Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face, and Tamamori suddenly realizes exactly why Miyata always has him roll over the other way. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks, apparently reading Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face just as easily. He slows his thrusts, although he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem quite able to stop them completely. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not hurting you, am I?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori is quick to shake his head, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just really different. Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop, okay? Mm, don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata drops to his elbows to kiss Tamamori again, fucking Tamamori at half-speed. The kiss is messy, both of them licking at each other\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lips while Miyata buries himself as deeply as he can inside Tamamori, the slow and deliberate thrusts making Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s body clench around Miyata to try and hold him right where he wants him. His skin feels like it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s on fire everywhere Miyata touches him, the slow burn spreading over the rest of his body until Tamamori is nearly insensible with it. Miyata usually doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make him wait so long; in their usual position, Miyata can reach around and get Tamamori off with no problem.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Please,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori begs, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153please please please…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t touch you and keep fucking you like this,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata pants in explanation. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can you touch yourself?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori whines but tries to force one of his arms to what he says, eventually fumbling it between their stomachs and managing to wrap a hand around himself. The first stroke makes him tighten with the pleasure of it, and Miyata curses. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, like that,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata encourages, voice deeper than Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ever heard it before. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come for me, I want to feel you come.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
He would argue about being ordered around, but Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s too far gone to do anything but obey, mind going staticky with pleasure as he spills over his hand and stomach, no chance of stopping his moans any more than he can hold back his orgasm. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Shit,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he groans when he has enough brain power back to realize, but then he peels his eyes open and sees the way Miyata is looking down at him. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Wow,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says softly, totally distracted from the way he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s supposed to be finishing himself off. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s flushed all the way down, sweat slicking his skin everywhere Tamamori touches, and Tamamori is tempted to echo the sentiment. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come already,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori tells him, wanting to see all the good stuff too. Miyata shifts his weight onto his knees and fucks Tamamori harder and deeper, making Tamamori gasp even though he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just come a minute ago, before Miyata finally shudders himself out with a low groan he muffles by biting down hard on his lower lip. <\/p>\n
He balances there, over Tamamori, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut, until Tamamori reaches up and soothes Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lower lip away from his teeth with his thumb. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You nearly broke the skin, idiot,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori scolds. Miyata opens his eyes, but just looks down at Tamamori kind of blankly, like he has no idea what to do now. Giving a soft \u00e2\u20ac\u0153tcht,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori wraps arms around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders to pull him down, until he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a boneless puddle sprawled over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest, face tucked against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck. <\/p>\n
He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s still inside Tamamori, but Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s in no hurry to move despite how his legs are starting to protest a little. Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin is still tingling with aftershocks, and it feels amazing everywhere that Miyata and he are touching. Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s in no hurry to do anything other than lie right here for the foreseeable future. Letting his mind drift, he thinks about the way Miyata looked down at him during, and just after Tamamori had come, affectionate and full of wonder, like Tamamori was the best thing, the only thing. <\/p>\n
He still hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t said the things he really needs to, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s easier somehow when they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re like this and Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have to look Miyata in the face. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do that with anybody else,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori blurts. <\/p>\n
Miyata stirs a little. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t done it with anybody else ever?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says fiercely. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d The next words try to stick in his throat, like before, but Tamamori forces them out. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t either, then.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breath catches and he freezes, like he needs a second for that to sink in, and then he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s squeezing Tamamori so tightly that Tamamori grunts. A moment later, Tamamori tightens his arms around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders too, silently apologizing for taking so long, for stringing Miyata along all this time. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m really glad,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, so softly that Tamamori can barely hear him, and his voice sounds thick. Not that he could tell with all the sweat, but Tamamori hopes that Miyata is not about to cry all over him, that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s another reason he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sick of the girls. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just kiss me, stupid,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori orders, and Miyata pushes himself up and bangs their noses together in his hurry to obey. He slips out of Tamamori in the process and both of them hiss, but Tamamori clings too tightly for Miyata to break the kiss and start fretting about whatever. The kiss is sweet and warm, like when they used to practice for drama filming; Tamamori feels cherished, taken care of, by the time it breaks. He hopes Miyata feels that way too, finally. <\/p>\n
Miyata brushes Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bangs out of the way to press their foreheads together, eyes still closed and breathing quickly, like he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t catch his breath the whole way. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I guess I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ask you not to do that with anybody else, huh.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have everything,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says carelessly, his own eyes starting to get heavy. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hurry up and get a drama offer too, so we can practice twice as much.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata laughs so hard he has to muffle it against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder, and Tamamori holds him as tightly as he can and vows that if any silly drama girl dares to put so much as a finger on his Miyacchi, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll get her Friday\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d on a date with all of A.B.C-Z. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why is your smile all scary like that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata wants to know, and Tamamori shuts him up with another kiss before he can ask any more dumb questions. <\/p>\n
It is kind a letdown though when Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mother walks in on them in the morning, and her only comment about their naked tangle is that now Fujigaya-san owes her five thousand yen.<\/p>\n
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