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“Mmm…?” Majima opens his eye to golden rays stabbing at his retina. He squints out of irritation, and lifts his head to see Kiryu facing away from him. He was sitting at the foot of the bed; slouched over and hyper-focused on something in his lap. “Kiryu-chan?” The words come out rough with sleep.
It’s about 6 AM. Has he been at it all night?
Majima sits up, yawns, stretches, his fists loosely curled towards the ceiling as he arched his back. Crack . That seemed to grab Kiryu’s attention. “Ah, Majima-san.” He turns a little to face him better, and Majima gets a nice view of arms, seeming to sit still with power. His hands are still toying with something. A mini screwdriver? Oh.
“Kiryu-chan… I know yer gonna hit the mini car roads tomorrow but it’s the asscrack of dawn fer god’s sake,” Majima narrows his eye through the darkness, “sleep!” He picks up Kiryu’s usual pillow from beside him and whacks his back with it full force. It hits his back like a feather to a brick wall.
Kiryu rolls his eyes, then purses his lips in thought. Majima can’t help but find it cute. His mind idly wanders to how those lips felt on his body last night, running his hand over a bite mark on his shoulder for a brief second, sighing. He draws his attention back to the Killer Bee in his hands. “I was trying different combinations of wheels and stabilizers.” He mumbles like a scolded child, “I didn’t want to go unprepared.”
Majima gave him a blank look. “Unprepared my ass-” He grumbles, leaning forward and tugging at his partner’s bicep, firm and warm underneath his thin cold fingers. “I’m supposed’ta be the disaster of this relationship, Kiryu-chan. Put away the cars fer now, we gotta sleep.”
“Mhm. Just give me a second.” Kiryu attaches one the last Ultra Slim tire onto the back spoke of the car, spinning it experimentally.
“It’s been more or less a few hours already. I think the wheels can wait, babe.”
Kiryu sighs, and scoots back to rest his back against the headboard, reluctantly placing the car and mini tool kit onto the bedside table.
Majima grins, patting his shoulder, “Good boy.” Kiryu glares at him, and he beams a little more mischievously, “Now, c’mere ya big lug!” He slips his arms around Kiryu’s neck and under his armpit, loosely connecting his hand and wrist. He pulled their two half naked bodies back onto his mess of pillows, appreciating the look of surprise that washed over Kiryu’s stoic features.
Kiryu never understood how people could sleep with more than one pillow beneath their head, but Majima managed to rest easy with a tower of three. When Kiryu’s head hit the three pillows stacked up underneath them, he felt like his neck would be stiff once he woke up.
Majima looked beautiful with his hair tousled, and his eye gleaming bright and playful, Kiryu thought. He sighed and let himself be pulled down. Majima cuddled mercilessly, holding Kiryu in what was basically a backpack hold from the front, shoving his nose into Kiryu’s hair. He huffs a little in surprise, “Hey-”
“Ya should really leave yer hair down more often Kiryu-chan! It’s fluffy… must be a crime to gel it up all the time.” The strands tickle Majima’s lips, and he giggles into Kiryu’s newly ruffled bedhead. Kiryu can’t help but smile too, wrapping his arms around his bedmate’s waist, lightly drumming his fingers against the bump of his spine.
“Mhm.” Kiryu hums, pressing his face into Majima’s shoulder. “You’re cuddly today.” He says thoughtfully.
“No shit! Ya left me freezin’, dyin’, out in the coooold.” He whines with vigor. “‘T’sa miracle I survived without Kiryu-chan snuggled up against me fer that long!” Majima’s face leaves his head, to throw his own head back dramatically, sniffling for effect. Kiryu chuckles, and Majima celebrates that small victory.
Kiryu snorts, amused. “Sorry, no-nii-san.”
“Nah, nah, no need for apologies; yer here now after all.” An affectionate quality takes over his tone of voice. Kiryu felt his insides wiggle a bit at the feelings that welled up inside him. He’s almost gotten used to them, but not just yet, so the butterflies continued to squirm in his chest. “And yer not gonna leave until you get those full eight hours of beddy bye in, y’hear me? You gotta be ready to tussle tomorrow.”
“Yeah.”
“And don’t even think about gettin’ up to mess with yer cars again.”
“I know.” Kiryu smiles a little at his barely veiled concern.
“Cause if you do …” Majima squeezes his arms around his back a little tighter, and Kiryu raises an eyebrow at him, looking up into his eye. It glinted in the new morning sun. “That might just be a sign that ya wanna fight .” He purrs slyly.
“I get it, Majima-san.”
“Ya better.” He mumbles, and Kiryu closes his eyes. He thinks about the way Majima’s eye stares straight into him; he can feel it even with his eyes closed. A few seconds of perfect silence passes before Majima continues, “It ain’t like I haven’t been kept up till sunrise by a certain someone though.”
Kiryu’s face warms, turning his face back into the spot beneath Majima’s jutting collar bone, huffing against Majima’s pec.
Kiryu responds, stern and soft, “Goodnight, Majima-san.”
“Love ya too, Kiryu-chan.”