Gift Fic for mousapelli
To: mousapelli
From: talisa_ahn
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Believe
Pairing/Group: Miyata/Tamamori, Kis-My-Ft2
Rating: R
Warnings: None.
Notes: Thank you to my lovely beta and to everyone who cheered me on when I really thought all hope was gone.
Summary: Miyata views himself to be low on the Kisumai food chain, so when he’s chosen to be in the butai version of Ikemen Desu Ne, he worries that he won’t be able to fulfill the role and that others think the same.
When the offer comes, Miyata has a difficult time comprehending what he's being told. It's not like anybody says it or needs to, but he knows he's not one of the 'popular' members in their group and certainly not the type who would be given a special project. Surely, this has got to be some kind of elaborate prank, so he subtly sweeps the room with his eyes, searching for hidden cameras. He even looks at the members of staff in the room and tries to remember if he's ever seen them anywhere near Takizawa-kun before. With a sempai like that, you can never be too careful.
But it's not a joke. It's not an elaborate prank. Miyata Toshiya has actually been chosen to be in the butai version of Ikemen Desu Ne. He and Kitayama exchange excited looks.
As soon as the members of staff leave, Kitayama turns to him and punches him in the arm. "Looks like they thought you were too good looking to be the manager."
Miyata stares at Kitayama while those words sink in before grinning widely. He's not the manager. He’s A.N.JELL's drummer, Hongo Yuki. "I get to be in a hot idol band!" he exclaims.
"Tcht! Idiot. You're already in a hot idol band." But Kitayama is smiling, too. He pulls out his cellphone and punches in his password. Miyata cranes his neck to look, so Kitayama informs him that he's just making a little call to Mr. Fujigaya.
"But they just said that we can't tell anyone, not even the other mem--"
Kitayama holds up a finger, clearly waiting while Fujigaya's phone rings. "Oh good. Got his voicemail," he murmurs before letting out a long string of laughter for Fujigaya to hear later. Hanging up in satisfaction, Kitayama says, "That is what he gets for being such a jerk about the whole A.N.JELL thing."
Miyata digs out his own cellphone but Kitayama stops him. "No."
"But you just called Tai--"
"And didn't actually tell him anything. Really, it was just because I can't laugh in his face… yet," Kitayama says, promise gleaming in his eyes. "You, on the other hand, are completely incapable of keeping any kind of secret from Tama-chan."
"Can too!" Miyata insists. Kitayama just snorts.
They leave the building together, grabbing a bite to eat before they head home. They talk about the butai and about their upcoming Tokyo Dome concert. There's a lot to be done and they're about to get even busier. It's hard to believe all the things that are happening for them this year, but Miyata's more than happy to be busy with work and he knows the others feel the same.
As they walk to the train station later, Kitayama warns Miyata again that he can't tell anyone about the butai yet and Miyata just laughs and tells Kitayama to just go catch his train already.
Keeping the news to himself turns out to be easier than he thought it'd be. With the drama version of Ikemen Desu Ne still going on, he barely sees Tamamori, and when they are together, it's to prepare for Dome. Between rehearsing, reworking their staging, and making sure Tamamori isn't falling over from exhaustion, Miyata barely has time to think about the butai.
On the day before their first ever Dome show, during one of their breaks after working on Exit, Miyata goes looking for Tamamori. It takes a little longer than it normally would because Tokyo Dome is big, but he eventually finds Tamamori in one of the empty rooms, collapsed on the couch. With a sigh, Miyata carefully maneuvers the both of them so that Tamamori can use Miyata's lap as a pillow and smiles softly when Tamamori shifts closer.
"Is someone looking for me?" Tamamori questions, voice thick with exhaustion and not at all bothering to open his eyes.
Miyata strokes soothing fingers through Tamamori's hair. "No. They just started blocking the Juniors. Someone will call us when they need us."
Tamamori sighs in relief. "Which Juniors?"
"Chibiko." And a lot of them. If they're lucky, this could actually be a decent break and Miyata thinks that Tamamori could really use it. "You're going to get sick," he murmurs.
"With all of you taking care of me, I doubt it. You should have seen how many pills Yokoo-san made me down when I got here today," Tamamori says, searching out Miyata's free hand and squeezing. "I miss you though."
"I miss you, too." Miyata chuckles. An exhausted Tamamori is almost always a more affectionate Tamamori, too tired to remember to act otherwise.
"We should take a trip together when this is all over. Like in October. We'd probably be able to sneak away for a day or so."
"That sounds grea--" Miyata starts to say, but pulls up short. The butai. There's no way he'll be able to get away for an entire day in October… possibly not until December. "Uh… maybe not in October."
Miyata starts to get that sinking feeling in his stomach when Tamamori immediately asks why. "You know… work and all that," he says, wincing because that sounds weak, even to him, and Tamamori pulls himself up so that he can eye Miyata properly, demanding to know just what exactly is wrong with October.
They haven't even reached their dinner break before Kitayama is cornering Miyata, demanding to know just what he'd told him about telling Tamamori about the butai. Miyata counters by asking if he'd really expected otherwise and Kitayama just sighs, saying that no, he supposes not. They can both agree that Miyata lasted longer than either of them had anticipated.
"How'd you even know I told Tama?"
Kitayama rolls his eyes. "Because you'd turn away with that guilty look on your face every time I looked at you."
"Ah well…" There isn't much Miyata can say to that.
"And don't you go thinking that this means you can tell everyone else," Kitayama warns as they head back towards where the others are. "Tama-chan, I can understand and sympathize, but we tell the others TOGETHER when the staff gives us the green light."
Miyata comments that he's not used to keeping secrets from the other members, unlike some people, and doesn't bother even trying to dodge when Kitayama reaches out to cuff him in the back of his head.
The next day, the butai is the furthest thing from Miyata's mind as they get ready for the concert. They can all hear the people in the audience as they pull on their costumes and there's an energy in the air that's a mixture of nerves and excitement.
They've been told that tickets sold out and had heard about the hours long line for goods, but none of that can prepare them for coming out on stage to see that's it's all true. For the most part, the show itself is a blur of lights, music and half naked chibiko Juniors in swim shorts, but when they hit the last song on their set list, Endless Road, Miyata looks at the way Tokyo Dome is being lit up with Kisumai penlights, thinks about how they actually filled Tokyo Dome. He can feel the tears rising in his throat and then there's nothing he can do to stop them from spilling out.
After being lifted to the area above the main stage at the end of the song, there isn't a lot of time for them to change into their new costumes, and yet Miyata still gets more than one punch in the arm for crying. He supposes that there was no point in hoping that nobody had noticed and turns in towards Tamamori when he feels his arm wrap around his shoulders.
"Toshiya…"
"I know. Just give me a sec." Miyata says, taking deep breaths to get himself back under control. After a moment, he takes a step back and nods. "Okay. I'm okay."
"Good." Fujigaya shoves him a little with a grin. "Now go show the fans that idiot smile of yours."
When the encores are finished with, they file back towards their dressing room in high spirits, only to be stopped by a camera crew. They wave at the camera, happy but tired, and then line up to film their new j-net video properly. Miyata often doesn't have any assigned lines to say, so he uses the time to wipe off at least some of the sweat while Kitayama, Fujigaya and Tamamori quickly look over the list of things they have to talk about.
"Okay, ready to go?" the AD asks, not actually looking to see if they really are because suddenly, Fujigaya is going, "Eh! BUTAI version of Ikemen?!" and "Oh," is all Miyata has time to say before the camera is turned on.
While Miyata hadn't felt right about keeping secrets from the other members, he has to admit that there's some kind of genius to getting all their reactions on video. He'll be glad to have that footage. Relief flashes throughout his entire body when he realizes that not only are they excited about the news, but jokes aside, none of them seem to be worried at all about whether or not he can actually pull it off.
"That's because none of them thought about the fact that you don't know how to play the drums," Tamamori informs him later that week. Tamamori picks up a set of drumsticks and hands them to Miyata. "Okay. Let's see what you can do."
They both know that Miyata hasn't had any lessons yet, having only been handed a book and a video until he can meet with an instructor, but not surprising to either of them, Miyata does as he's told, sitting down at the drum set. Counting out eighth notes under his breath like he'd seen in the video, he starts by playing them out on the hi-hat. After four beats, he adds the bass drum, pressing down on the pedal with his foot with the intention of adding it to the first and third counts. He tries to concentrate on keep the eighth note rhythm steady, but to his dismay, it all falls apart before he can even make it through one whole measure.
A little hesitantly, he looks up at Tamamori. "I'm not very good," he says, stating the obvious.
"Yet," Tamamori adds immediately, watching Miyata carefully like he's trying to figure something out. "Try again."
He does, again and again, never making it past the second measure. Finally, Tamamori puts a hand down on Miyata's shoulder to stop him. "Slower. Start over from just the eighth notes on the hi-hat."
Miyata smiles up at Tamamori. Even though he feels more than a little guilty for asking Tamamori to help him when Tamamori should really be using this evening off to sleep early, Miyata's glad to spend even just a little time together. It's been forever since it's been just the two of them.
"Stop grinning like that," Tamamori scolds. "Eighth notes."
"Yes, Sensei," Miyata says, grinning even more. He counts out the eighth note rhythm again.
"Wait," Tamamori says, stopping his hand. Turning Miyata's hand in his, he takes a step closer. "You're holding the stick funny. If you grip it in a fist like that, you're going to hurt your wrist."
Miyata nods because he knows he's supposed to be listening to what Tamamori is saying as he readjusts Miyata's grip, but he's really having a difficult time concentrating now that he has Tamamori's warmth at his side. He shifts in his seat and if Tamamori notices that Miyata's leaning into him now, he doesn't say anything about it.
"Okay," Tamamori says, releasing his hand tentatively. "You feel that balance? If you hold the stick there and use your fingertips to grip it, drumming will be easier. You'll be able to have more control."
Miyata nods and lets Tamamori guide his hand out to give the hi-hat a test hit. They go through the eighth note patterns on the hi-hat until Tamamori nods in satisfaction.
"Okay. Let's try adding the bass drum." He moves Miyata's foot so that it's situated on the pedal properly. "Beats one and three. Bend at the ankle to press down on the pedal. Don't stomp. What did I just say!?"
"My bad, my bad." Miyata says, not at all sorry with Tamamori's palm warm on his thigh so that he can't lift his leg to hit the pedal. "One more time?"
Tamamori gives him a look that clearly says that he knows what Miyata is doing, but just points Miyata's attention back to the drum set. They keep at it until, with some kind of consistency, Miyata can not only play out the rhythm on the hi-hat and bass drum, but also the off beats on the snare. He beams up at Tamamori before throwing his arms around his waist. "I did it!"
"At half speed, but I suppose that’ll be okay for now," Tamamori replies, rewarding Miyata with a smile. "I guess this means you won't totally make a fool out of yourself in front of everyone when you go to rehearsals tomorrow. Now take me home. I’m tired."
Miyata does just that and winces with guilt when Tamamori immediately moves to the bed and falls face forward into the pillows. He laughs nervously. “I guess I live kinda far...”
“You do,” Tamamori says, voice muffled by the pillows. “Now hurry up and get over here.”
Miyata crawls up the bed. “Thanks for helping me tonight. I really needed it. Let’s go to bed. You’re exhausted.”
“Yes, you did,” Tamamori agrees, but he turns to smile at him so Miyata doesn’t feel hurt at all. “As for the going to bed part, I had something else in mind.” He shifts closer so that he can run a warm hand down Miyata’s side.
“Tama...” Miyata warns, just as much for himself as for Tamamori. Tamamori needs to cram in as much sleep as possible when he can, and they both know it.
Tamamori’s hands wander back up and down in response. “You can’t tell me no,” and it’s more of a statement than an order.
“You said you were tired,” Miyata reminds, but he’s already leaning into Tamamori’s touch and there’s not nearly enough willpower in his body for him to even think about stopping Tamamori from leaning in for a kiss.
“Yes. I was tired... of being in the studio,” Tamamori clarifies. Miyata watches helplessly when Tamamori runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I would like do something useful with my night off.”
Tamamori really should rest, it’d certainly be the responsible thing to do, but Miyata misses being with him so much. “Yuta, I...” He doesn’t know what to do, so he just lets Tamamori roll him onto his back. He looks up at Tamamori, searching for the right answer.
“Please,” Tamamori finally says. “I need you.”
And that’s all Tamamori has to say. Miyata grabs him from the back of his neck and pulls Tamamori down for a slow, deep kiss. It’s been forever since they last had sex, but it’s really more than that. It’s not the sex that Tamamori is saying that he needs; it’s the connection that comes with it.
They sit up so they can get out of their clothes and Miyata can grab the lube and condom. He tries to take his time preparing Tamamori, worried that he’ll hurt him otherwise, but Tamamori’s not having it.
“Toshiya,” he moans at one point, pushing down onto Miyata’s fingers. “NOW.” He grabs the condom, rips the foil open and holds it out.
When Miyata pushes in, Tamamori is still tight so he pauses, running soothing hands along his thighs. He kisses the inside of Tamamori’s knee, smiles when he sees that Tamamori’s body is starting to relax. “You feel so good.”
He shifts a little, watching Tamamori’s face carefully for any signs of pain and is relieved that there aren’t any, but Tamamori’s eyes are still closed. He bends down so that he can brush their noses together. “I love you,” Miyata murmurs, and there. Tamamori looks at him and Miyata feels warmth spread throughout his entire body the way it only does when it’s Tamamori.
When Miyata finally wraps his arms around Tamamori’s shoulders for the night, he asks, “Better?”
Tamamori nods. “It’s nice to come home. To Kisumai... to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Special projects are nice and it’s great having the opportunity to do them,” Tamamori clarifies with a shrug. “But I wouldn’t be able to do them if I didn’t have you guys supporting me. You’ll see.”
They’re both silent while Miyata turns that over in his head. “You really think I can do it?” he asks finally.
“Without a doubt,” Tamamori confirms. He yawns. “Now tell me how much you love me so that I can go to sleep.”
“Tama-chan really is the best,” Miyata whispers, meaning every word.
He feels Tamamori smile into his shoulder. “I love you, too.”
From: talisa_ahn
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Believe
Pairing/Group: Miyata/Tamamori, Kis-My-Ft2
Rating: R
Warnings: None.
Notes: Thank you to my lovely beta and to everyone who cheered me on when I really thought all hope was gone.
Summary: Miyata views himself to be low on the Kisumai food chain, so when he’s chosen to be in the butai version of Ikemen Desu Ne, he worries that he won’t be able to fulfill the role and that others think the same.
When the offer comes, Miyata has a difficult time comprehending what he's being told. It's not like anybody says it or needs to, but he knows he's not one of the 'popular' members in their group and certainly not the type who would be given a special project. Surely, this has got to be some kind of elaborate prank, so he subtly sweeps the room with his eyes, searching for hidden cameras. He even looks at the members of staff in the room and tries to remember if he's ever seen them anywhere near Takizawa-kun before. With a sempai like that, you can never be too careful.
But it's not a joke. It's not an elaborate prank. Miyata Toshiya has actually been chosen to be in the butai version of Ikemen Desu Ne. He and Kitayama exchange excited looks.
As soon as the members of staff leave, Kitayama turns to him and punches him in the arm. "Looks like they thought you were too good looking to be the manager."
Miyata stares at Kitayama while those words sink in before grinning widely. He's not the manager. He’s A.N.JELL's drummer, Hongo Yuki. "I get to be in a hot idol band!" he exclaims.
"Tcht! Idiot. You're already in a hot idol band." But Kitayama is smiling, too. He pulls out his cellphone and punches in his password. Miyata cranes his neck to look, so Kitayama informs him that he's just making a little call to Mr. Fujigaya.
"But they just said that we can't tell anyone, not even the other mem--"
Kitayama holds up a finger, clearly waiting while Fujigaya's phone rings. "Oh good. Got his voicemail," he murmurs before letting out a long string of laughter for Fujigaya to hear later. Hanging up in satisfaction, Kitayama says, "That is what he gets for being such a jerk about the whole A.N.JELL thing."
Miyata digs out his own cellphone but Kitayama stops him. "No."
"But you just called Tai--"
"And didn't actually tell him anything. Really, it was just because I can't laugh in his face… yet," Kitayama says, promise gleaming in his eyes. "You, on the other hand, are completely incapable of keeping any kind of secret from Tama-chan."
"Can too!" Miyata insists. Kitayama just snorts.
They leave the building together, grabbing a bite to eat before they head home. They talk about the butai and about their upcoming Tokyo Dome concert. There's a lot to be done and they're about to get even busier. It's hard to believe all the things that are happening for them this year, but Miyata's more than happy to be busy with work and he knows the others feel the same.
As they walk to the train station later, Kitayama warns Miyata again that he can't tell anyone about the butai yet and Miyata just laughs and tells Kitayama to just go catch his train already.
Keeping the news to himself turns out to be easier than he thought it'd be. With the drama version of Ikemen Desu Ne still going on, he barely sees Tamamori, and when they are together, it's to prepare for Dome. Between rehearsing, reworking their staging, and making sure Tamamori isn't falling over from exhaustion, Miyata barely has time to think about the butai.
On the day before their first ever Dome show, during one of their breaks after working on Exit, Miyata goes looking for Tamamori. It takes a little longer than it normally would because Tokyo Dome is big, but he eventually finds Tamamori in one of the empty rooms, collapsed on the couch. With a sigh, Miyata carefully maneuvers the both of them so that Tamamori can use Miyata's lap as a pillow and smiles softly when Tamamori shifts closer.
"Is someone looking for me?" Tamamori questions, voice thick with exhaustion and not at all bothering to open his eyes.
Miyata strokes soothing fingers through Tamamori's hair. "No. They just started blocking the Juniors. Someone will call us when they need us."
Tamamori sighs in relief. "Which Juniors?"
"Chibiko." And a lot of them. If they're lucky, this could actually be a decent break and Miyata thinks that Tamamori could really use it. "You're going to get sick," he murmurs.
"With all of you taking care of me, I doubt it. You should have seen how many pills Yokoo-san made me down when I got here today," Tamamori says, searching out Miyata's free hand and squeezing. "I miss you though."
"I miss you, too." Miyata chuckles. An exhausted Tamamori is almost always a more affectionate Tamamori, too tired to remember to act otherwise.
"We should take a trip together when this is all over. Like in October. We'd probably be able to sneak away for a day or so."
"That sounds grea--" Miyata starts to say, but pulls up short. The butai. There's no way he'll be able to get away for an entire day in October… possibly not until December. "Uh… maybe not in October."
Miyata starts to get that sinking feeling in his stomach when Tamamori immediately asks why. "You know… work and all that," he says, wincing because that sounds weak, even to him, and Tamamori pulls himself up so that he can eye Miyata properly, demanding to know just what exactly is wrong with October.
They haven't even reached their dinner break before Kitayama is cornering Miyata, demanding to know just what he'd told him about telling Tamamori about the butai. Miyata counters by asking if he'd really expected otherwise and Kitayama just sighs, saying that no, he supposes not. They can both agree that Miyata lasted longer than either of them had anticipated.
"How'd you even know I told Tama?"
Kitayama rolls his eyes. "Because you'd turn away with that guilty look on your face every time I looked at you."
"Ah well…" There isn't much Miyata can say to that.
"And don't you go thinking that this means you can tell everyone else," Kitayama warns as they head back towards where the others are. "Tama-chan, I can understand and sympathize, but we tell the others TOGETHER when the staff gives us the green light."
Miyata comments that he's not used to keeping secrets from the other members, unlike some people, and doesn't bother even trying to dodge when Kitayama reaches out to cuff him in the back of his head.
The next day, the butai is the furthest thing from Miyata's mind as they get ready for the concert. They can all hear the people in the audience as they pull on their costumes and there's an energy in the air that's a mixture of nerves and excitement.
They've been told that tickets sold out and had heard about the hours long line for goods, but none of that can prepare them for coming out on stage to see that's it's all true. For the most part, the show itself is a blur of lights, music and half naked chibiko Juniors in swim shorts, but when they hit the last song on their set list, Endless Road, Miyata looks at the way Tokyo Dome is being lit up with Kisumai penlights, thinks about how they actually filled Tokyo Dome. He can feel the tears rising in his throat and then there's nothing he can do to stop them from spilling out.
After being lifted to the area above the main stage at the end of the song, there isn't a lot of time for them to change into their new costumes, and yet Miyata still gets more than one punch in the arm for crying. He supposes that there was no point in hoping that nobody had noticed and turns in towards Tamamori when he feels his arm wrap around his shoulders.
"Toshiya…"
"I know. Just give me a sec." Miyata says, taking deep breaths to get himself back under control. After a moment, he takes a step back and nods. "Okay. I'm okay."
"Good." Fujigaya shoves him a little with a grin. "Now go show the fans that idiot smile of yours."
When the encores are finished with, they file back towards their dressing room in high spirits, only to be stopped by a camera crew. They wave at the camera, happy but tired, and then line up to film their new j-net video properly. Miyata often doesn't have any assigned lines to say, so he uses the time to wipe off at least some of the sweat while Kitayama, Fujigaya and Tamamori quickly look over the list of things they have to talk about.
"Okay, ready to go?" the AD asks, not actually looking to see if they really are because suddenly, Fujigaya is going, "Eh! BUTAI version of Ikemen?!" and "Oh," is all Miyata has time to say before the camera is turned on.
While Miyata hadn't felt right about keeping secrets from the other members, he has to admit that there's some kind of genius to getting all their reactions on video. He'll be glad to have that footage. Relief flashes throughout his entire body when he realizes that not only are they excited about the news, but jokes aside, none of them seem to be worried at all about whether or not he can actually pull it off.
"That's because none of them thought about the fact that you don't know how to play the drums," Tamamori informs him later that week. Tamamori picks up a set of drumsticks and hands them to Miyata. "Okay. Let's see what you can do."
They both know that Miyata hasn't had any lessons yet, having only been handed a book and a video until he can meet with an instructor, but not surprising to either of them, Miyata does as he's told, sitting down at the drum set. Counting out eighth notes under his breath like he'd seen in the video, he starts by playing them out on the hi-hat. After four beats, he adds the bass drum, pressing down on the pedal with his foot with the intention of adding it to the first and third counts. He tries to concentrate on keep the eighth note rhythm steady, but to his dismay, it all falls apart before he can even make it through one whole measure.
A little hesitantly, he looks up at Tamamori. "I'm not very good," he says, stating the obvious.
"Yet," Tamamori adds immediately, watching Miyata carefully like he's trying to figure something out. "Try again."
He does, again and again, never making it past the second measure. Finally, Tamamori puts a hand down on Miyata's shoulder to stop him. "Slower. Start over from just the eighth notes on the hi-hat."
Miyata smiles up at Tamamori. Even though he feels more than a little guilty for asking Tamamori to help him when Tamamori should really be using this evening off to sleep early, Miyata's glad to spend even just a little time together. It's been forever since it's been just the two of them.
"Stop grinning like that," Tamamori scolds. "Eighth notes."
"Yes, Sensei," Miyata says, grinning even more. He counts out the eighth note rhythm again.
"Wait," Tamamori says, stopping his hand. Turning Miyata's hand in his, he takes a step closer. "You're holding the stick funny. If you grip it in a fist like that, you're going to hurt your wrist."
Miyata nods because he knows he's supposed to be listening to what Tamamori is saying as he readjusts Miyata's grip, but he's really having a difficult time concentrating now that he has Tamamori's warmth at his side. He shifts in his seat and if Tamamori notices that Miyata's leaning into him now, he doesn't say anything about it.
"Okay," Tamamori says, releasing his hand tentatively. "You feel that balance? If you hold the stick there and use your fingertips to grip it, drumming will be easier. You'll be able to have more control."
Miyata nods and lets Tamamori guide his hand out to give the hi-hat a test hit. They go through the eighth note patterns on the hi-hat until Tamamori nods in satisfaction.
"Okay. Let's try adding the bass drum." He moves Miyata's foot so that it's situated on the pedal properly. "Beats one and three. Bend at the ankle to press down on the pedal. Don't stomp. What did I just say!?"
"My bad, my bad." Miyata says, not at all sorry with Tamamori's palm warm on his thigh so that he can't lift his leg to hit the pedal. "One more time?"
Tamamori gives him a look that clearly says that he knows what Miyata is doing, but just points Miyata's attention back to the drum set. They keep at it until, with some kind of consistency, Miyata can not only play out the rhythm on the hi-hat and bass drum, but also the off beats on the snare. He beams up at Tamamori before throwing his arms around his waist. "I did it!"
"At half speed, but I suppose that’ll be okay for now," Tamamori replies, rewarding Miyata with a smile. "I guess this means you won't totally make a fool out of yourself in front of everyone when you go to rehearsals tomorrow. Now take me home. I’m tired."
Miyata does just that and winces with guilt when Tamamori immediately moves to the bed and falls face forward into the pillows. He laughs nervously. “I guess I live kinda far...”
“You do,” Tamamori says, voice muffled by the pillows. “Now hurry up and get over here.”
Miyata crawls up the bed. “Thanks for helping me tonight. I really needed it. Let’s go to bed. You’re exhausted.”
“Yes, you did,” Tamamori agrees, but he turns to smile at him so Miyata doesn’t feel hurt at all. “As for the going to bed part, I had something else in mind.” He shifts closer so that he can run a warm hand down Miyata’s side.
“Tama...” Miyata warns, just as much for himself as for Tamamori. Tamamori needs to cram in as much sleep as possible when he can, and they both know it.
Tamamori’s hands wander back up and down in response. “You can’t tell me no,” and it’s more of a statement than an order.
“You said you were tired,” Miyata reminds, but he’s already leaning into Tamamori’s touch and there’s not nearly enough willpower in his body for him to even think about stopping Tamamori from leaning in for a kiss.
“Yes. I was tired... of being in the studio,” Tamamori clarifies. Miyata watches helplessly when Tamamori runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I would like do something useful with my night off.”
Tamamori really should rest, it’d certainly be the responsible thing to do, but Miyata misses being with him so much. “Yuta, I...” He doesn’t know what to do, so he just lets Tamamori roll him onto his back. He looks up at Tamamori, searching for the right answer.
“Please,” Tamamori finally says. “I need you.”
And that’s all Tamamori has to say. Miyata grabs him from the back of his neck and pulls Tamamori down for a slow, deep kiss. It’s been forever since they last had sex, but it’s really more than that. It’s not the sex that Tamamori is saying that he needs; it’s the connection that comes with it.
They sit up so they can get out of their clothes and Miyata can grab the lube and condom. He tries to take his time preparing Tamamori, worried that he’ll hurt him otherwise, but Tamamori’s not having it.
“Toshiya,” he moans at one point, pushing down onto Miyata’s fingers. “NOW.” He grabs the condom, rips the foil open and holds it out.
When Miyata pushes in, Tamamori is still tight so he pauses, running soothing hands along his thighs. He kisses the inside of Tamamori’s knee, smiles when he sees that Tamamori’s body is starting to relax. “You feel so good.”
He shifts a little, watching Tamamori’s face carefully for any signs of pain and is relieved that there aren’t any, but Tamamori’s eyes are still closed. He bends down so that he can brush their noses together. “I love you,” Miyata murmurs, and there. Tamamori looks at him and Miyata feels warmth spread throughout his entire body the way it only does when it’s Tamamori.
When Miyata finally wraps his arms around Tamamori’s shoulders for the night, he asks, “Better?”
Tamamori nods. “It’s nice to come home. To Kisumai... to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Special projects are nice and it’s great having the opportunity to do them,” Tamamori clarifies with a shrug. “But I wouldn’t be able to do them if I didn’t have you guys supporting me. You’ll see.”
They’re both silent while Miyata turns that over in his head. “You really think I can do it?” he asks finally.
“Without a doubt,” Tamamori confirms. He yawns. “Now tell me how much you love me so that I can go to sleep.”
“Tama-chan really is the best,” Miyata whispers, meaning every word.
He feels Tamamori smile into his shoulder. “I love you, too.”