\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: R for my total inability to not write an otp.
\nSummary<\/b>: Tamamori has a bad case of Leader kink.
\nAN<\/b>: the insolent kouhai, as usual, had a bunch of demands and a provocative picture<\/a>, and, well, Kitatama is pretty damned hot, really. <\/p>\n
Something You Want<\/b><\/p>\n
Kitayama might be small, but his hands are strong and warm. Tamamori thinks about that to himself after the game, how strong Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers felt squeezing against his own, for the rest of the filming. <\/p>\n
When they finally waved their goodbyes to the audience, Tamamori makes sure he heads off the same side as Kitayama, tracking the swish of his white scarves against his back amidst the crowd or juniors. He barely pays Miyata any mind, other than a little nudge of their shoulders together, when Miyata jogs up beside him and starts talking. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey, so, for dinner I was thinking\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata trails off when he realizes that Tamamori is focused on a goal ahead of them. Following Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s line of sight, Miyata squints for a second before he figures it out, then rolls his eyes a little. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kitamitsu again?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori hums, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but the quick glance he sneaks out of the corner of his eye shows that Miyata isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t buying it. Tamamori grins sheepishly and shrugs his shoulders. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You have a serious case of Leader Kink,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata sighs, which makes Tamamori give a bark of laughter. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re supposed to go home together, remember?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And we will,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori promises, hooking his arm around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s and tugging him closer by their linked elbows, close enough to murmur in his ear. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Give me a half hour? You know I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll still be up for anything you are later.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Promises, promises.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata gives Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arm a squeeze, then extricates himself from Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grip. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m gonna get changed and get some food from the udon place around the corner. Come find me when you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re ready to go?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Of course. Miyacchi\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the best, ne.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori gives Miyata a last, heart-stopping smile, then picks up speed to catch up with Kitayama. <\/p>\n
When he gets close enough, he grabs one of Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dangling scarves and gives it a yank.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nika!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama snaps automatically, making Tamamori snickers, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153what did I tell you about\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6oh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama interrupts himself as he turns and sees who it is. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Not Nika.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nope.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori gives Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s scarf another tug, and Kitayama raises an eyebrow. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Something you want, Tama-chan?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asks. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Maaaybe,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori drawls, twining his hand more firmly in the scarf. He looks left and right, decides no one is really paying them any mind, and then gives Kitayama a test tug. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Got a couple minutes?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153The funny thing is,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama says as he lets himself be tugged off to the side, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153is that with you, I know that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not hyperbole.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Tamamori just laughs sweetly as he leads Kitayama behind a strange piece of set that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been pushed off-stage, one large enough to hide them from view, although they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll have to keep it quiet, since Tamamori can hear half a dozen conversations from the other side. <\/p>\n
He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t fool around, but pulls Kitayama closer and leans down to press their mouths together. He keeps pulling, backing up at the same time, until his back is against the wall and Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s weight is keeping him there. Kitayama may be short, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s solidly built and well-muscled from dance, and the feel of his body against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s makes Tamamori shiver. <\/p>\n
When Kitayama pulls back to look Tamamori over, they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re both breathing a little quicker. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Miyata?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama asks. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I know I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve asked you this before, but lately the two have you have seemed\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Incorrigible?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori offers, thinking with a touch of chagrin about how often they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been walked in on lately. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Serious,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama finishes, and Tamamori chuckles. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153He knows it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s him I go home with.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori shrugs a shoulder. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Anyway, shouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t I ask you about Fujigaya?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153500 yen says he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s behind the Jr. ni Q board with Koyama-senpai<\/i> right now,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama says flatly. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Double or nothing Nakamaru is there too,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori replies, before his laughter is muffled by Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth. <\/p>\n
They don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t bother with any more talking, both of them conscious that despite the relative privacy of their niche, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no telling when somebody else might stumble over them. Instead they focus on pushing enough clothing out of the way to get their hands on each other. It takes some doing, given their costumes, but they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve both had practice. Tamamori whines into Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth when Kitayama gets a good grip on him and strokes him rough and fast, but good, so good, as if he knows it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s his hands Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been thinking about. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Slow down,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori pulls his mouth away to warn. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Unless you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got places to be too, you know,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama murmurs back, and he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t slow down at all, and Tamamori presses his forehead down against Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder and bites down hard on his lip to keep from crying out as he comes, the feeling of it burning quick and sharp like lightning up his spine. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oof,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori groans softly, slumping back against the wall, letting his eyes slip shut a moment as he shivers through an aftershock. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Maybe Miyacchi\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s right about that Leader Kink.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be the first,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama says amiably. He flexes his hips into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s slack grip as if to remind him they aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t finished yet. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Speaking of that, I heard Senga walked in on something interesting the other day.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Figures he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d tell you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori snorts. He opens his eyes just enough that Kitayama will see them glitter. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But if you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re interested, I could always show you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
They get themselves turned around so that Kitayama is the one with his back against the wall, and Tamamori drops to his knees, thinking to himself that maybe he should just wear kneepads under his pants all the time. But he lets the thought go in favor of checking out Kitayama. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s changed with Kitayama hundreds of times, even touched him before, but never gotten a good, long look, and certainly not from this close. <\/p>\n
Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t without its charms, he finds himself thinking as he watches the way it slides through his fingers. Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bigger, but Kitayama is solid and heavy against his palm, skin flushed dark and stretched tight. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You just gonna watch it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama asks, but his breath catches when Tamamori squeezes his fingers tighter. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hot and all, but since you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re down there\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, yes,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori replies, amused. He leans forward and flicks his tongue against Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tip for a taste, getting a strangled groan out of Kitayama. Humming low in his throat, Tamamori wraps his lips around Kitayama to swallow the first couple inches of his cock. He slides his hand down farther to squeeze the base of his cock while he works Kitayama deeper into his mouth. <\/p>\n
Kitayama doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get his hands into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair like Miyata tends to do, and Tamamori finds he misses it, but on second thought, he remembers that he just came all over Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand and thinks that maybe he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind so much. He pushes the whole thing out of his mind and concentrates on driving Kitayama out of his. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oi,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama gasps eventually, and Tamamori makes a quick decision to pull back, to go on stroking Kitayama and to watch his face as he spends himself into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Turns out I wanted to watch after all,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says, giving a last squeeze with his now-slick hand, and Kitayama laughs, voice low and thick and making the hairs on the back of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck rise. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153There you are,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata waves when Tamamori stumbles into the udon shop, coat bundled tightly around him and cheeks pink from the cold despite the walk only being a block and a half.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori comes over, trying not to eye Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mostly-finished soup with too much envy. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sorry I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m late. Ready to go?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No rush. Want something to eat first?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks, patting the seat next to him, and Tamamori falls in love with him all over again as he accepts and collapses gratefully into the seat.<\/p>\n
The udon smells so good that Tamamori falls on it as soon as it arrives, heedless of burning his tongue or of the way the steam is making stray pieces of his hair curl against his cheek. It tastes even better, and Tamamori grins at Miyata between bites, who is simply sitting patiently, watching him eat. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ne,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says when he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eaten enough that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not starving and doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind getting a few words in between bites. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You really don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata shrugs, but Tamamori pokes him in the shin with his foot under the table. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153No, really, tell me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Okay, fine, maybe I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t absolutely love the idea of other people with their hands on you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata admits, and Tamamori makes a noise of triumph through his full mouth. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why, do you want me to be jealous? Because that seems a little self-defeating.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hm,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori swallows, and pokes at Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s foot again, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I guess I like hearing that Miyacchi wants me all to himself.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tcht, hurry up and eat,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says, cheeks turning pink and looking anywhere but Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face. <\/p>\n
A comfortable silence falls until Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s finished eating, and he bundles himself back up as Miyata settles the bill. They head to the station together, walking close enough that their shoulders brush. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So, why don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you tell me not to?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori asks as they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re standing on the platform. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gotten late, and there aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t many people around. <\/p>\n
Miyata shoves his hands a little deeper into his pockets and looks out over the tracks. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Would it make a difference?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori brushes his shoulder against Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s more purposefully. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153If Miyacchi asked me, it would be different.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s why I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have to, then.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata tries to hold back his smile, but can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t quite manage it, and Tamamori comes very close to breaking his rule about public places. <\/p>\n
He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s saved from himself by the arrival of their train. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Besides,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata continues once they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re settled in seats, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kisumai is one of those<\/i> units, aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t we?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I guess we are, these days,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori laughs quietly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a good sign, isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t it? Like\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you dare say KAT-TUN,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata interrupts. He wrinkles his nose. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re…not like that<\/i>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You do like to tie me up~,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori reminds, making Miyata shoot him a dirty look and cross his legs. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why do you like doing that so much?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata hisses, making Tamamori snicker. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you have some sort of train fetish? Anyway<\/i>, all I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m saying is, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Kisumai, so it can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be helped. But,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata leans closer to murmur into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ear, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153once we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re alone you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re going to tell me every. Single. Detail.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
This time it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Tamamori who crosses his legs with a scowl, and Miyata just smiles smugly, no doubt because for once he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not the only one in for an uncomfortable train ride.<\/p>\n
(read the sequel by yeska_noka here<\/a>.)<\/i><\/p>\n
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