\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: R for Tama being a big liar.
\nSummary<\/b>: Even after orgies, Miyata can’t sleep on tour.
\nAN<\/b>: This comes after Why Kitayama Hates Being On Tour<\/a>, although it probably reads all right on its own. <\/p>\n
Why Tamamori Hates Miyata on Tour<\/b><\/p>\n
There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a lot of things that Miyata likes about touring. He likes being with everyone, likes seeing new places, likes practicing with the senpai, likes the lights and the crowds and the uchiwa. He likes hotels, with the tiny shampoos and silly one-use toiletries, and he certainly likes being able to spend all night in Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed without worrying about whose parents are only a wall away. <\/p>\n
On the other hand, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s one thing he really hates about touring: Miyata never sleeps well with all the excitement. <\/p>\n
Which is how he ends up staring at the ceiling, Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest rising and falling steadily against his side, Senga and Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s soft snores from across the room. Miyata is warm and content, and so tired that his body aches, but he still can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sleep. <\/p>\n
After a glance at the clock, Miyata winces and sighs. He tries not to shift too much, but after a second, Tamamori stirs too. He tilts his head against Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder to blink sleepily at him. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Still can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sleep?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he murmurs. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nah.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata lifts a hand to stroke through Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sleep-wild hair, making his eyes flutter nearly shut again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t worry about it. Go back to sleep.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be exhausted tomorrow,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori protests. He sits up a little, ignoring Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s attempts to pull him back down, then starts pushing at Miyata. Letting Tamamori do as he wills, Miyata ends up tucked against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest, Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heartbeat steady under his cheek. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Feels good,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says amiably, sliding his arms around Tamamori. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But it won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori strokes fingers down Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s spine idly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Want to go again? Might relax you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m plenty relaxed, just not sleepy,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata replies, smiling because really Tamamori is so transparent. And easy. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Then want to go again just because?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori asks, and Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s smile turns into a chuckle. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Only you would wake up after an orgy and ask if I want to go again,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata teases, shivering when Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stroking changes into a light scratching. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not even sure I can yet.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s find out.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori nudges Miyata up onto his side enough to wrap long fingers around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock. Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin is still a bit tacky from lube and come, but Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem to mind as he works Miyata with long, steady strokes. <\/p>\n
It does take a little bit, but Miyata slowly starts to harden in Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grip. Tamamori goes on coaxing Miyata with gentle hands, in no hurry for a change. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What was Senga whispering to you when he was doing this?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori asks meanwhile.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153He said, mm,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata rocks up into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s touch, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153he said you were lucky.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s right,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori laughs, voice husky, and Miyata turns his head up for a kiss, heat and affection washing through his veins. Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s kiss is like his touch, lazy, familiar, and Miyata feels like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s melting under the attention.<\/p>\n
He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not the only one getting off on it, though, and when Tamamori shifts closer, Miyata can feel Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock hard against his thigh. He moves a hand from Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hip down to wrap around his length, taking his time exploring the way Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s soft, hot skin is stretched taut. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori pulls back from the kiss just far enough to say, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m supposed to be relaxing you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata answers, brushing their lips together again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You like it, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata twists his wrist and Tamamori has to bite his lip to keep from crying out loud enough to wake up Senga and Nikaido. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm, how could I not like it when you look like that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Miyacchi,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori whines, cheeks turning pink, but he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell him to stop. Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been around long enough to know that even though Tamamori looks flustered, he certainly doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind Miyata talking, especially when Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s giving all the details about exactly how good Tamamori looks. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153When you were with Nika,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata goes on, smirking when Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breath hitches, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153you know what I was thinking?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori whispers, struggling to keep his own rhythm on Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock steady. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I was thinking you looked really hot together,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata admits, feeling a touch of embarrassment himself, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine if it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Tamamori. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re both gorgeous, and good, and you were both enjoying yourselves, but really, the hottest thing?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata pauses, and Tamamori whimpers in question. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The hottest thing was that I knew you were still mine, that no matter how good Nikaido was, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d still want me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori agrees, cheeks turning even darker, but he meets Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes as he gives him a soft kiss. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nika\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hot, but I love you<\/i>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Hearing Tamamori repeat it back makes Miyata shudder from head to toe, and he seizes Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth in a fierce kiss. He tightens his grip on Tamamori, until Tamamori has to tear his mouth away and bury his face in Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder to muffle his groans. Miyata isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t surprised at all when a few seconds later Tamamori spills hot over his fingers. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sorry,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori mumbles when he has his breath back, but he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sounds terribly apologetic, and Miyata hardly minds when Tamamori is warm and loose-limbed in his arms. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So much for relaxing you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m very relaxed,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata assures. He flexes his hips into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s slack grip. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t let go.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hm, I have a better idea.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
Miyata shivers when he feels the curl of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s smile against his skin. He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t resist when Tamamori sits up and tugs Miyata over until Miyata is settled on his back in the warm spot where they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been lying. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153This looks like a very good idea,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says when Tamamori shifts down and settles himself so that his face is even with Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock, and Tamamori snickers softly just before he slides his mouth over Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tip, hand still stroking Miyata slowly. <\/p>\n
Getting his hands into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair, Miyata tries to keep his eyes open, tries to keep watching Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dark eyes and pink lips, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s warm and relaxed, and it feels so good. In the end he lets his head fall back against the pillows and his eyes slip shut, and concentrates instead on the feel of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth, and the warmth of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair sliding between his fingers. <\/p>\n
He tugs on Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair when he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s close, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the way that Tamamori only presses more tightly against him that sends Miyata over the edge, shaking and trying not to moan too loudly. <\/p>\n
Eventually Tamamori lets Miyata slip out of his mouth and crawls up to flop across Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest for another lazy kiss. Miyata is happy to indulge him, one hand still tangled in Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair, the other loose on Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hip. <\/p>\n
Tamamori uses the convenient sheet to clean both of them off a little, then shoves the blankets down far enough that they aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t touching the gross parts. They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re warm enough anyhow, and miraculously, Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyelids finally do feel heavy with sleep. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oi,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata remembers to say before he drifts off. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I love you too, you know.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Shut up and sleep,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says, but his arms tighten around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I hate what a sap you are on tours.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Liar,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata mumbles, and he falls asleep with the feel of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s smile curling against his skin.<\/p>\n
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