\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: R for kouhai who have no respect for naptime.
\nSummary<\/b>: Tamamori’s curious about Kitayama, and Kitayama’s nap is thus interrupted.
\nAN<\/b>: snowqueenofhoth<\/a> likes to say these totally random things like “i think tamakita would be really hot don’t you~” and then go to sleep, leaving me thinking about it until I have no choice but to give in to her sneaky kouhai ways. damn you, kouhai! *shakes fist*<\/p>\n
Curiosity<\/b><\/p>\n
Kitayama is half-asleep when the door of the dressing room opens and someone comes in, but he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stir. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s used to others coming in and out to get things out of their bags during the lunch break, and generally they leave him alone to sleep, most of them having suffered the consequences of disturbing Leader at some point or other. <\/p>\n
But today he grunts in surprise when a weight settles on his stomach, and when he opens his eyes to blink blearily at the idiot kouhai, he finds Tamamori looming over him, bizarrely wearing his red costume coat with no shirt underneath. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ne, Kitamitsu,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says while Kitayama is still processing this, voice sweet and coaxing.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama asks, throat rough with sleep, but he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get an answer, because Tamamori is leaning down to press their mouths together. His mouth is coaxing like his voice, teasing his tongue along the edge of Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lower lip. Kitayama is responding before he can stop himself, bring a hand up to fist in Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair and another to steady him at his waist. <\/p>\n
When his palm slides over the bare skin of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s side, Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breath hitches, and Kitayama comes back to himself suddenly. He pushes Tamamori back, despite the way Tamamori tries to use his weight and gravity to stay right where he is. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s that about?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama demands, but the low pitch of his voice isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t from sleep any longer. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I was curious,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori runs the tip of his tongue along his upper lip. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What Kitamitsu would be like.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
He tries to lean back down, but Kitayama shoves him back, examining his face and ignoring the pout Tamamori fixes on him. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What about Miyata?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asks. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153He won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori laughs, and the timbre of it makes goosebumps rise on Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153He didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind about Senga.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
The soft groan at the thought of that escapes Kitayama before he can stop it, and Tamamori dodges Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands to settle against his chest again. This time he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t go for Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth, but his ear instead. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ne,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori hums, trailing fingers up Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s side, and the thin cotton of the tank top Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wearing might as well not even exist. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been noticing lately, haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you? That I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve grown up.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Kitayama gives a noncommittal \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nngh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d but his body betrays him with a shiver, and goes on betraying him when Tamamori chuckles in his ear, breath warm against his skin. He tries to remind himself that he knew Tamamori when Tamamori was sixteen, when he only had one piercing and couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t skate and looked like a confused adolescent parrot in their costumes. <\/p>\n
But he gives it up when Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand slips under his tank top and splays on stomach, touch hot and confident. <\/p>\n
He turns his head to crush their mouths back together, then hooks a leg over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s and shifts to the side, letting Tamamori slip between him and the couch. With a little more negotiating, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s got Tamamori underneath him, looking surprised but definitely not unwilling. <\/p>\n
Maybe he has been noticing Tamamori lately, and maybe he hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t been as subtle as he thought, but now that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s got the chance, Kitayama does a thorough job of looking Tamamori over, from his new piercings to the graceful arch of his neck, to the muscles that are starting to fill out along his shoulders and chest. The change in position has tugged Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s already low-rise pants down even lower, and there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a soft trail of hair leading down from Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s navel that Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s never taken notice of before. <\/p>\n
He follows his eyes with his hand, the other hand bracing him above Tamamori, and when his fingers brush through the soft hairs, Tamamori nearly comes up off the couch with a moan. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sensitive, hm?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama gives Tamamori a smirk, and it gets sharper when Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breath catches. He strokes his fingers over Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s belly again, then again, until Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheeks are pink and his fingers are digging into the couch cushions. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kitamitsu,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori begs, pushing up against his hand, and the hardness brushing Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrist hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t escaped his notice. <\/p>\n
Kitayama clicks his tongue. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153No wonder you and Miyata are always back after fifteen minutes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheeks darken to scarlet, but he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop pushing up against Kitayama. Instead he lets go of the couch to reach for Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s zipper, and Kitayama doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop him. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mostly hard himself by now, and he wants to see what Tamamori will do. <\/p>\n
He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not terribly surprised when Tamamori shoves Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pants and underwear just far enough out of the way with practiced ease, and doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hesitate about giving Kitayama a test stroke, fingers slender but firm around Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock. Kitayama flexes into the touch, but doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make any move to return the favor, or to do anything but watch. <\/p>\n
Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem to mind doing all the work, freeing himself from his own pants and then tugging Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips closer so that he can stroke them together, humming at the feel of it. Kitayama gets both of his hands under himself for better balance and starts to thrust into the touch in earnest, shutting his eyes to concentrate on the feeling and not bothering to swallow the rough noises coming from his throat. <\/p>\n
After a particularly sweet groan from underneath him, though, Kitayama opens his eyes again to watch Tamamori. Tamamori has his head thrown back against the couch arm, eyes squeezed shut and teeth sunk into his bottom lip, coat slipping off one of his shoulders. Kitayama leans down, careful not to disrupt Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s rhythm, and gets his mouth on the pale line of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder. Tamamori gasps and twitches as Kitayama starts working his skin in sharp nips, only hard enough to leave a red mark for a few seconds, but enough to wring a strangled noise from Tamamori. <\/p>\n
He works his way across as much of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin as he can reach, and when he sucks a tiny bruise into the hollow of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s throat, Tamamori shudders and spills against him. <\/p>\n
He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t let go of Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock though, which surprised Kitayama, and after a few seconds of Tamamori shuddering against him, he gets control of his hands again and closes them tight around Kitayama. Slick with Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s own release, the feeling is twice as good as it was before, and Kitayama doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t fight the pull of his own orgasm a few minutes later. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Satisfied?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama asks with a yawn, tucked back into his pants and settled half on top of Tamamori and half wedged between him and the back of the couch. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sure.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama cracks an eye and holds back a shudder at the sight of Tamamori casually licking one of his fingers clean. Tamamori gives him a sweet smile. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153For now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Kitayama closes his eyes again and settles in to nap for whatever\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s left of the break. Just before he loses consciousness, he thinks that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s glad that at least Butoukan is keeping Senga busy, or he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d never get any sleep around here.<\/p>\n
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