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Tanaka's eyes opened slowly, the dim room coming blearily into focus. For a moment, he wasn't exactly sure where he was. Since this wasn't an entirely new situation for him, Tanaka simply lay where he was, blinking slowly at the ceiling.
"Ah, Ohta's ceiling." He remembered he was at Ohta's house, he'd come back with him after school. Tanaka fanned out his hands on either side of him, feeling whatever he was laying on. His fingers slid over soft, warm sheets. "Ah, Ohta's bed." He remembered he'd laid down in Ohta's bed to… Oh. Tanaka shut his eyes and dropped his arm over his face. He'd done it again. A dull guilt settled in Tanaka's stomach and he sighed.
He heard the floor outside the bedroom door creak, and a moment later there was a gentle knock on the frame of the door. "Tanaka? Are you awake?"
"Mm," Tanaka answered, mostly because he was still ashamed of himself. He uncovered his eyes and struggled to sit up. "I'm sorry, Ohta. I did it again."
Ohta came into the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his neck awkwardly. "Don't worry about it," he answered sincerely. It somehow made Tanaka feel worse. "We don't have to rush. We can take it at your own pace."
Tanaka's brow furrowed as much as it was able. "It isn't that we're moving too fast. We're not. It's just how I am, my audacious laziness keeps sabotaging me."
"That's a big word," Ohta said in concern. "Don't exhaust yourself more."
Tanaka was only mildly irritated that the word audacious had, indeed, made him a little more sleepy. He sighed again. "I really am sorry. I seriously want to have sex with you, Ohta."
Ohta's face flushed. He smiled and leaned in, kissing Tanaka gently on the mouth. "I'm glad. I was worried that maybe I wasn't… ah, doing it right."
"No, you're doing everything fine," Tanaka admitted. "It feels amazing up until the part where I fall asleep."
Ohta rested his head in his hands. "You have no issues being blunt about this kind of thing."
"It's more effort to try and reword things. It's easier to just say what you mean."
"True."
Tanaka glanced down at himself, pulling at the oversized shirt hanging from his smaller frame. "You dressed me."
Ohta nodded solemnly. "I thought it might be strange for you to wake up… ahh…."
"Naked."
"Yeah."
Tanaka looked back down at the shirt and brought a handful of it to his face, breathing a deep sigh into it. It smelled like Ohta, beautifully musty and sun-kissed with a dash of his body wash. Tanaka felt another wave of guilt hit him like a truck. Ohta was always so patient with him, so understanding that it almost hurt. In their first year of highschool, Tanaka had once thought those were perfect traits for a best friend, (or husband, if he was being completely honest) but since they'd started going out, it had only made him feel like a hinderance. Ohta deserved better than someone like him, a person whose only notable traits were falling asleep at the most inopportune moments and failing to look after himself properly.
"Sorry again," Tanaka murmured guiltily.
"Don't apologize," Ohta answered with a smile. "We can try another time. Maybe we'll get you some coffee beforehand, just as a precaution." Swinging his legs onto the bed, Ohta laid down next to Tanaka and extended an arm as an invitation. Tanaka gratefully slipped into place at Ohta's side, hugging his boyfriend around the middle and winding one of his legs around Ohta's knees to lock himself into place. Ohta closed his arm around the smaller, pressing a kiss to the crown of Tanaka's head. "I'm not in any hurry, Tanaka. I can wait."
Tanaka pressed his face into Ohta's chest. "Well I can't," Tanaka murmured, so softly that Ohta didn't hear.
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Tanaka had been acting strangely lately. Well, more strangely than usual.
Three days in a row, Ohta had found Tanaka all over campus in a variety of odd situations. It was almost becoming like a game - in fact, Shimura and Kato were beginning to take bets on where Tanaka would show up next. On Tuesday, Ohta discovered Tanaka draped over a desk in the teacher's room, and later in the boy's bathroom slumped against a stall. On Wednesday, he caught him sleeping on an air mattress in the gym storage room, and after lunch he was on the roof, laying on the ground on his stomach. On Thursday he found him lying on his back on the shoe-locker benches, with both Miyano and Echizen parked on either side of him.
"Twenty more seconds, master! You can do it!"
"You're doing great, Tanaka! Keep it up. Fifteen more seconds, hang in there."
Ohta stopped beside Echizen, crossing his arms. "What is this?" he asked curiously.
Tanaka didn't budge an inch, but his eyes shifted to better see Ohta from his awkward position. "Ohta. Wait until I'm done, please."
"Ah, sorry," Ohta murmured, embarrassed.
"Three…. Two… One!" Miyano excitedly pressed a button on a stopwatch that Ohta hadn't even noticed she'd been clutching in her small hand. "You did it, master!"
Tanaka slowly sat up, rubbing his shoulder. Echizen slapped his back in a celebratory manner. He grunted in disapproval. "Three whole minutes! Congrats."
"Three whole minutes of what?" Ohta asked, utterly confused. Was this some sort of exercise in listlessness he wasn't aware of? Tanaka usually talked through his strange methods with Ohta before anyone else.
Miyano opened her mouth wide to answer and Echizen immediately clamped her hand over the tiny girl's mouth. "Ahh, it's nothing," Echizen said firmly. "We were just, ehh, timing Tanaka on how long he could lay on this bench!"
"That seems like an obvious lie, but at the same time, that's exactly what you were just doing." Ohta observed cooly. His eyes moved to Tanaka for an explanation, and Tanaka stared back at him with his usual half-lidded gaze.
"It's what Echizen said. It's nothing to worry about," Tanaka said easily. Ohta felt a strange swelling of disappointment. He liked being the person Tanaka could depend on for anything - and usually Tanaka had no qualms about that - so it hurt to think there was something Tanaka was keeping from him. If that was the way Tanaka wanted it, though, he refused to push the subject.
"Ah, I see. That's good." he uncrossed his arms, offering Tanaka a smile. "Did you want to get some ice cream on the way home?"
"Ice creaaaam!" Miyano threw her small arms in the air, knocking Echizen off of her. "I want ice cream!"
"I'll buy you some," Echizen promised lovingly, grabbing Miyano by her small shoulders and pulling her in for a tight one-armed hug. "I'm only buying for Myaano though, so don't get any funny ideas!"
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"Tanaka, that's enough for now. I think we can take a break."
Tanaka set down his pen, fighting the urge to yawn. Hearing the word 'break' evoked a sort of pavlovian response in him to immediately nap; today, however, he was determined not to. Not until later, anyway.
Across the table from him, Ohta pushed his school work aside and raised his arms over his head to stretch. Tanaka watched Ohta's biceps strain against the thin fabric of his shirt, his lips pinching into a thin line. Ohta sighed contentedly. "You can take a nap if you'd like to. I can start us some dinner in the meantime, since your family is away."
Nap. If Tanaka were a dog, he was sure he would be salivating.
"That can wait." Tanaka said decidedly. Ohta's brows shot up.
"Which one?"
"Both," Tanaka answered. "Ohta, can you come with me? I want to go somewhere with you." Before waiting for an answer, Tanaka stood up. Ohta automatically mirrored him, too shocked to pry.
"Ah, sure."
Tanaka turned and padded down the hallway, Ohta following close behind him. It was a short journey. They passed Tanaka's bedroom and stopped in front of a closed sliding door. When Tanaka placed his hand on the door, Ohta grabbed his wrist.
"Tanaka... This is the bathroom. I don't think you need my help in here."
Tanaka glanced at Ohta with upturned brows. "Trust me, Ohta."
Blinking in confusion, Ohta released Tanaka's wrist, and the smaller slid the door open, walking inside. It was a small box-shaped bathroom with a small sink, a corner shower and a bathtub built into the side of the wall.
"I've never been inside your bathroom before," Ohta admitted, looking around. "It's… nice. Thank you for showing it to me."
"I didn't bring you in here to show off our bathroom," Tanaka turned toward Ohta, stepping close to him. Ohta stared down at him in growing confusion.
"Then why-"
Tanaka grabbed handfuls of Ohta's shirt and pulled him down to meet his mouth, kissing him hard and with purpose. Ohta grunted in surprise but quickly and easily relented, kissing Tanaka back and holding the back of his head. Tanaka wound his arms around Ohta's neck, pulling him in closer, pressing his tongue hungrily into the other man's mouth. Ohta pulled away by the tiniest of margins, panting against Tanaka's mouth.
"Tanaka-"
"Ohta, let's have sex," Tanaka interrupted, his eyes glinting with abnormal determination. Ohta reddened, his mouth opening and closing with words he hadn't quite formed yet. He cleared his throat and tried again.
"S-sure," he said. "Let's go to the bedroom-"
"No, right here," Tanaka cut in, intensifying his hold around Ohta's neck to keep him locked in place. "I want to have sex here."
Ohta cast a hesitant look around the bathroom. "Here? Tanaka, this doesn't seem like the most comfortable place."
"Exactly," Tanaka continued. "If I get too comfortable, I might fall asleep again."
Tanaka could see the lightbulb go off in Ohta's mind, and the man's lips pulled into a fond smile. "Is that what you've been doing all week? Have you been… uhm, training?"
The shorter nodded proudly. "I've been working on my endurance. I found that when I lay on something soft - even if it's not really really soft - I fall right asleep no matter what I do. But on harder surfaces I can't nap at all. So if we do it in here, there's no way I'll fall asleep in the middle."
Ohta's smile parted to allow a chuckle, and then a laugh. He slipped his hands into Tanaka's soft hair, holding the boy's head in his hands. He kissed his forehead gently. "That's a strange experiment if I've ever heard one… But you did it for me?"
"Yes. And for me, too. I want to have sex with you, Ohta. I've said so, haven't I?"
"Mm, yes you have." Ohta pulled Tanaka's collar aside, pressing hot kisses to his neck. "But… I really don't want you to be uncomfortable. I want it to feel good for you."
A groan slipped through Tanaka's lips and his eyelids fluttered closed. He tilted his head to better expose his neck and gripped Ohta's shoulders, holding on tight. "It will feel good if it's Ohta… I'm not worried about that." His breath hitched in his throat when Ohta dragged his tongue from Tanaka's adam's apple to his collarbone. "Please… let's do it right here. I can't wait any more."
Ohta planted a soft bite to the ridge of Tanaka's collarbone, garnering a beautiful moan from the dark-haired boy. He slipped his hands to Tanaka's lower back, pulling them closer together. Far be it for him to deny his Tanaka when he was being so adorably adamant about something other than next-level listlessness.
"I can't, either," Ohta murmured, eagerly unbuttoning Tanaka's shirt. Tanaka caught Ohta's lips in another kiss, heated and impatient. They'd both waited quite long enough.
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"Tanaka, are you awake?"
As for an answer, Tanaka wormed closer to Ohta under the sheets, snuggling contentedly against his shoulder. "Mm,"
"I'm impressed that you're not asleep," Ohta chuckled, gently rubbing Tanaka's arm. He pulled the boy closer, nuzzling his nose into Tanaka's hair. He breathed a calm sigh through his nose and let it out slowly through his lips. "I brought you to the bedroom afterwards so you could take a nap, after all. All of that must have been exhausting for you."
"I'm sore," Tanaka said bluntly. "I can't completely fall asleep, so I'm just relaxing."
Tanaka felt Ohta tense awkwardly. "Sorry, Tanaka. I'll try to be more gentle next time…"
"Stop worrying so much," Tanaka scolded softly, yawning. "If you're more gentle, it might soothe me to sleep. You can be rough with me. It felt really good."
"Did it?" Ohta sighed in relief. "Well, it felt great for me, too."
"I'm pretty sure being sore is normal. Even girls feel sore afterwards." He yawned again. "...Maybe." He hugged Ohta more tightly. "It feels kind of good too, anyway. I can't explain it."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Mm." Tanaka hummed and his eyes fell closed. "I'm glad my training paid off. Now we can work our way up to having sex on comfortable surfaces."
Ohta laughed again. "I've never been so pumped to help you practice something." He paused. "Wait… So does this mean Echizen and Miyano knew what you were training for?"
"Of course." Tanaka replied easily. "They wanted to know and it was too much effort to lie."
Ohta groaned deeply, slapping a hand over his face. "Tanaka… You really need to work on the art of subtlety."
"Don't need it," Tanaka wormed even closer to Ohta's side. "Besides, they're happy for us."
"Ah, well… I guess it's alright, then."
A pleasant silence fell over the bedroom. Tanaka fell into the soft rhythm of Ohta's breathing, nearly dropping off before remembering something he wanted to say.
"Hey, Ohta," he started.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
Ohta's steady breathing hitched. In the stunned silence that followed, Tanaka continued. "I'm sorry you have to put up with someone as selfish as me, but I'm glad that you do. I really love you, Ohta. Truly."
Shortly after he'd spoken, Ohta shifted and rolled over, climbing ontop of Tanaka. He planted his elbows on either side of Tanaka's head and kissed him, slow and sweet, his pace perfectly tailored to match Tanaka's unique sensibilities. Ohta pulled away, his loose blonde hair falling beautifully around his face, brushing Tanaka's cheeks. "I love you too, Tanaka. And I love you as you are. If you weren't selfish, you wouldn't be you." A smile tugged at the corner of his handsome mouth. Tanaka smiled back, his eyes growing heavy.
"I'm glad." Tanaka murmured dreamily. Ohta's face slowly blurred and faded, disappearing behind the comfortable blackness of his eyelids. He felt warm lips on his forehead and a body dropped back into bed next to him, gently pulling Tanaka into his arms. All at once, Tanaka's muscles turned to jelly, and he gratefully let himself succumb to the beautiful embrace of sleep.
Sleep had always been his absolute favorite pastime, but he realized now that it was so much better when he could share it with someone he loved. Infinitely better.
"Good night, Tanaka. Sleep well."