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Eijun has four problems.
His first problem is standing in the doorway with a scowl and a rumpled case of bedhead. Eijun shifts his weight between his feet and offers the sweetest smile he can manage. “Hi,” he says, “Have I ever told you that you’re the best, Miyuki Kazuya?”
Miyuki groans and reaches out to tug at Eijun’s arm, fingers warm around his wrist. “I can’t believe you locked yourself out of your apartment at 2 a.m.,” he grumbles, rubbing at a tired eye. “C’mon. If you freeze to death after waking me up, I’ll be pissed.”
Miyuki drags Eijun into his familiar apartment and Eijun’s heart skips as his attention focuses at the place where Miyuki’s touch lingers.
That’s his second problem - his feelings.
God, Eijun feels as if he’s been dealing with them for ages. He doesn’t quite remember when he started looking at Miyuki and seeing all of the little things - the sun-kissed tinge of his bangs, the calluses on his palms, the birthmark on his arm. He thinks it started sometime between their second Chemistry lab together and the semester they played on the same intramural baseball team - one day, Eijun was irritated by Miyuki’s playful antics and the next he was eager for Miyuki’s attention, eyes catching on the curve of his smile just a little too long.
The greatest issue with that, though, is that Eijun has no idea how Miyuki feels. Sometimes he thinks they might be teetering on the edge of something more, teasing turning into true flirtation. There was even one time when they were both tipsy at a house party and they almost kissed, Miyuki’s back up against a wall, Eijun’s breath on his cheeks, but they didn’t, and they never talked about it either because Miyuki pretended it never happened the next day.
So, his third problem is that Eijun has no idea what Miyuki wants.
And his final, most vital problem… is that Miyuki doesn’t own a couch.
“If you steal all the blankets, I will push you off the bed,” Miyuki threatens, fingers dropping from Eijun’s skin as he begins to ruffle through one of his drawers to offer Eijun a shirt and some shorts to sleep in.
They’re going to share Miyuki’s bed.
Oh, God.
Eijun’s heart lodges into his throat as he stares at Miyuki’s mattress. The sheets are already messed up from where Miyuki had been sleeping earlier before Eijun called, waking him with, Can I stay with you tonight, Miyuki Kazuya? Please?
Eijun did this to himself. He has no one else to blame. Truly.
He takes a deep breath, accepting his fate at the same time he accepts the offered clothing from Miyuki. He doesn’t really have another choice at this point.
He goes into the bathroom to change, blushing because Miyuki’s clothes smell good and now Eijun is going to smell like him. The shirt is a little big on Eijun’s frame, the shorts loose around his thighs, and he can’t help how much he likes that. He takes in his reflection before inhaling shakily and stepping back out into the bedroom.
This is fine.
It’s totally fine.
He’s just going to share a bed with the guy he’s been crushing on for ages, who may or may not like him back.
No big deal.
Miyuki has already climbed back into bed by the time Eijun returns, looking less grumpy than he had a few minutes ago, more alert than when he’d been pulled from his slumber due to Eijun’s call. His eyes fall over Eijun as he quietly pads into the room, and Eijun swallows as he catches Miyuki’s gaze flit down his body before darting away, his fingers fiddling with the edge of his comforter. If Eijun looks close enough, he can see the hint of pink slashed across his cheeks.
“Comfortable?” Miyuki asks, clearing his throat.
Eijun finds comfort in the fact that Miyuki seems just as off-kilter as Eijun feels.
He drops his clothes in a pile by the dresser and climbs onto the bed easily, mattress dipping beneath his weight. Eijun has shared a bed with plenty of people in the past, but never like this, never with someone he has a crush on. “Yeah,” Eijun answers, smiling as he slips beneath the covers. “Much better than trying to sleep in jeans.”
It’s only a full-size mattress, so it’s a tight fit for two full-grown twenty year-olds. Eijun settles onto his back next to Miyuki and finds that there isn’t enough room for them both to have space without touching, shoulders brushing, ankles knocking.
Eijun’s heart is beating too wildly, too focused on every place they’re touching, so he licks his lips and starts talking without thinking in an attempt to ease the nervous butterflies kicking in his belly. “You take up a lot of space, you know,” Eijun says. “You should get a bigger bed.”
Miyuki huffs out a laugh and twists onto his side. “You don’t get to complain. You’re in my bed. You’re the one who takes up a lot of space,” he retorts.
Eijun rolls to face Miyuki in return. “It’s not a complaint,” he responds, smiling cheekily. “It’s just a recommendation. Do you have a suggestion box? I’d also recommend glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling.”
Miyuki rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling and he’s pretty and Eijun really, really likes him. “Sounds like a whole bunch of complaints to me,” he lilts, reaching out to flit his fingers over Eijun’s ribs. “What else do you want? Some mood lighting, too?”
Eijun giggles at the tickle, squirming away from the touch, scooting closer to Miyuki in the process. “That certainly would be a nice touch,” Eijun murmurs, catching Miyuki’s wrist. “A couple candles wouldn’t be bad, either.”
Miyuki bites his lip and tries to twist his wrist out of Eijun’s grasp. “How romantic,” he teases, making Eijun’s cheeks burn. “Want some soft music to set the mood?”
Yes, Eijun wants to say, even though it would be unnecessary because the air around them is already sparking, soft and warm. His eyes drop to where Miyuki’s teeth are pressing into the plush of his lip, and his distraction allows Miyuki to free his hand, tickling his fingers beneath Eijun’s armpit with a grin. Eijun yelps and finally decides to retaliate in full, darting his own hands out to tickle Miyuki instead.
Miyuki barks out a laugh and grabs at Eijun’s wrists, but Eijun doesn’t let that stop him, grinning as he escapes Miyuki’s hold. They end up in an impromptu tickle war, hands all over each other, legs knocking together. Their fingers catch, interlacing, ankles crossing, knees brushing, laughter mingling.
When they finally come to a rest, they’re both breathing heavily, Eijun’s cheeks hurt from smiling, and they’re entirely too close.
Eijun catches Miyuki’s eye as he attempts to calm his racing heart, tilting his head into the same pillow that Miyuki is using. A long, lingering pause passes between them, chests nearly touching, and all Eijun thinks about is leaning in just a bit more to brush their mouths together.
“Thanks for letting me stay,” Eijun says after a moment, voice gentle, fingers flexing in Miyuki’s hold. “Even though you have a severe lack of blankets.”
Miyuki rolls his lips into his mouth and Eijun yearns. “Here you are, still complaining,” he returns, pulling his hand away from Eijun’s to rest it along the curve of his waist, making Eijun’s skin burn beneath the fabric of his shirt, and Eijun’s brain spirals around the thought that this isn’t something friends do. “You call that gratitude?”
Eijun’s neck warms. “I said thank you,” he says playfully, pulse drumming loudly in his ears, too aware of the way Miyuki’s thumb brushes along his midline. The touch makes him feel bold, so he scoots closer, dropping his own hand to Miyuki’s waist, tucking his nose against his collar. Which isn’t something friends do, either. “What more could you want?”
Miyuki takes a deep breath, chest brushing against Eijun’s. “I could think of a few things,” he says quietly, the words just a tinge suggestive, making Eijun’s stomach flip.
“Yeah?” Eijun responds, toes curling against the blanket. He sighs against Miyuki’s neck, breath fanning over Miyuki’s ear. He feels electric, skin tingling beneath Miyuki’s touch. He can’t help the way he melts forward, nearly nuzzling into Miyuki’s warmth. “Like what?”
Miyuki lets out an oddly high-pitched noise and squirms, tilting his head out of Eijun’s reach. “Oi,” he mumbles, “Watch where you’re going.”
Eijun is tired and his heart is yearning, a little confused because he has no idea what Miyuki’s intentions are, and he’s weak. So, he doesn’t even try to stop himself from giggling lightly, blowing another breath of hot air over Miyuki’s ear purposefully. “Does it tickle?” he asks cheekily.
Miyuki shifts again, letting out a breathy laugh, burying half his face in his pillow. “Not… exactly,” he says quietly, throat bobbing, and Eijun feels it as he swallows. “I wouldn’t say it tickles.”
Realization dawns on Eijun immediately, warmth buzzing beneath his skin. He inhales deeply, pressing closer before he can stop himself. “Oh,” he murmurs, right against Miyuki’s ear, nose nudging against the shell, lips brushing the lobe. “I see.”
Miyuki groans quietly, tugging at the hair at Eijun’s nape in retaliation. Eijun’s blood hums with a spike of excitement, a little embarrassment, a bit of arousal. “Sawamura,” Miyuki mutters, kicking a foot out to toe at Eijun’s ankle, fidgeting. “Behave.”
Eijun lets out a soft sound, gut twisting at the command. That’s the last thing he wants to do. This is an opportunity. He nips at Miyuki’s ear and brushes his foot against Miyuki’s in return, flirting playfully. “Don’t wanna,” he says, grinning against Miyuki’s neck. “Make me.”
Miyuki makes a noise that sounds partly amused, partly tortured, and partly irritated. Eijun likes it. “You brat,” Miyuki accuses, nails scraping over Eijun’s scalp.
Eijun drags his nose over Miyuki’s jaw, shifting so he can meet Miyuki’s gaze, can take in his expression. Miyuki’s cheeks are flushed, hair disheveled, eyes heavy-lidded. He looks good, so good, and Eijun just really wants to kiss him, wants to know how he feels.
He’s tired of not knowing what’s going on between them. He’s tired of feeling like they’re dating but not actually knowing if they are.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Eijun breathes out, sliding a hand up to cup Miyuki’s neck, fingers flirting with his ear. His intestines feel like they’re tying themselves in knots, but he ignores the feeling as he leans in to brush his nose against Miyuki’s.
If they’re going to keep this up, if they’re going to keep doing things that friends don’t do, Eijun wants all of those things, not just some of them.
Miyuki quirks a brow, eyes dropping to Eijun’s mouth. Kiss me, Eijun silently implores. Please, please, please. “What am I gonna do?” Miyuki echoes, throat bobbing.
Eijun chews at his lip. “Mhm?”
Miyuki’s lashes flutter, lips parting, and Eijun keeps thinking kiss me, kiss me, kiss me . “How about…” Miyuki pauses, tipping forward, stopping when he’s only a hair away. “This?”
Eijun holds his breath, eyes darting between Miyuki’s, and then Miyuki tickles him.
Eijun lets out a shout of surprise, so lost in the hope that Miyuki was going to kiss him that he’s completely startled. Miyuki laughs as Eijun squirms, only torturing him for a moment before he stops his torment, leaving Eijun gasping out, “Miyuki Kazuya.”
Miyuki smirks victoriously, something lopsided and a little rogue, and then leans back in. “Or is this what you wanted?” he asks, ears glowing red as he finally, finally gives Eijun what he wants.
Eijun makes a startled noise, unexpecting the soft, tender press of Miyuki’s mouth when he hasn’t even caught his breath yet. It’s a little shy, a little bold, and Eijun loves it, blood rushing in his ears, heart singing with affection. But before Eijun can really respond, Miyuki pulls back. “Is that better?” he questions, glancing away.
Eijun sputters, eyes immediately flitting to Miyuki’s mouth. He licks his lips, feels them tingling, wants more. “Yeah,” Eijun says, tipping forward, nudging his nose against Miyuki’s cheek. “I wasn’t sure - I didn’t know if - I like that. This.” He swallows, waving a hand in the minuscule space between them. “I wasn’t sure how you felt.”
“I woke up at 2 a.m. for you. You’re in my bed. Wearing my clothes,” Miyuki defends. “We spend every day together. I make dinner for you almost every night.” He pauses, tracing his finger along the shell of Eijun’s ear, cheeks dark with a blush. “What, do you think I make dinner for others on the regular?”
Eijun lets out a laugh even as his lashes flutter in response to Miyuki’s touch. “I don’t know, maybe,” he teases, shifting to wrap his arms around Miyuki’s neck, keeping him close. He wants to kiss him again. “How am I supposed to know what you do with your free time?”
Miyuki rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to respond, probably to say something like, “You’re always around when I have free time,” because it’s true, but Eijun’s impatience gets the best of him. He dips forward and catches Miyuki’s lips beneath his own again, smiling against his mouth when Miyuki lets out a surprised noise.
“There’s suddenly too much talking and not enough kissing,” Eijun declares when he pulls back to tilt his head, pushing at Miyuki’s shoulder gently. Miyuki doesn’t resist, laughing lightly as Eijun shifts to hover over him, sliding into his space.
“You can’t just kiss me whenever you don’t want to hear what I have to say,” Miyuki chides even though he drops his hands to smooth down Eijun’s sides, toying with the material of his shirt. “That’s not how this works.”
Eijun grins boyishly, looking down at Miyuki through hooded lashes. “No?” he breathes out, tilting back down to kiss Miyuki again, slow and soft, mouth moving against Miyuki’s warmly, tongue darting out to tease at his lips. “It sure seems to be working to me.”
Miyuki groans, adjusting his legs, bending his knees on either side of Eijun’s hips, and oh, Eijun likes that. Heat drops low in his gut, sparks skipping down his spine. He likes it a lot, settling down closer, hips aligning with Miyuki’s. “You little shit,” Miyuki says, fingers dipping beneath Eijun’s shirt, teasing along the waistband of his shorts. “I can’t believe I like you.”
Eijun’s heart races because even though they just kissed, it’s entirely different to hear Miyuki say how he feels. Eijun lets out a shaky exhale, brushing his mouth to Miyuki’s again. “Say that again,” he demands, slipping his fingers into Miyuki’s hair, hips tilting forward.
“Bossy,” Miyuki mumbles against his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing as his own hips roll upward, his thighs splaying wider. “What was it you said earlier? Make me?”
Eijun’s lashes flutter, lips parting around a soft sound because he wants to, wants to make Miyuki tell him how he feels over and over, wants to give him no choice, wants to be the only thing Miyuki can even think about. “You - ugh,” Eijun complains, nipping at Miyuki’s lip in reprimand, reveling in the gasp that escapes Miyuki’s throat in return. “I hate you.”
Miyuki laughs, delighted. “Are you sure about that?” he flirts, and God, Eijun likes him so much. Too much, maybe. “C’mon, Eijun,” Miyuki drawls, challenges, dragging goosebumps to Eijun’s arms. “Make me.”
Miyuki is asking for it, and Eijun isn’t about to back down from a challenge - especially one of this nature. “Fine,” he says in warning, lips brushing Miyuki’s as he speaks. “I will.”
—
In the morning, they sleep in too long. They miss their alarms because they’re up until the sun rises doing things that friends don’t do. They miss their first class and they both get a zero on a quiz because they’re absent. And despite it all, Eijun still thinks he has significantly less problems than he did the night before.