I Choose You (Chapter 2)
Characters: Tamamori, Miyata Pairing(s): Miyata/Tamamori Rating: PG Words: 759 Summary: AU. After a short meeting, Miyata and Tamamori go on a date.
The date went as any date would usually go. At least that's what Miyata assumed since his only knowledge of dating was from the anime he watched.
At 3pm, Tamamori came over to his place, somehow looking more amazing than he had a couple of days before. This only added to Miyata's nervousness, fumbling with his keys as he tried to lock the door, knowing that Tamamori's eyes never left him.
Tamamori decided on where their date would be, keeping it a secret until they got there. An amusement park. "I'm really scared of heights," he admitted, looking around at all the rides. He hadn't been to an amusement park since he was a child, leaving him clueless but excited.
"Would you get on a ride with me, even if it was high up, Miyacchi?" Tamamori asked, his hand bumping against Miyata's own, seemingly unbothered by the sweat from Miyata's palm.
The nickname took Miyata by surprise and he nodded without another thought, focusing only on the way Tamamori said his name. They had only just met yet he found himself completely drawn to the other man, ready to agree to anything he asked. It was a first for him and the realization was slightly frightening, more frightening then the roller coaster Tamamori wanted to get on that left him frozen in his seat afterward.
Without asking, he would treat Miyata to whatever kind of treats he saw, always denying them when Miyata offered him some of it. "I'll get food afterwards. I'm picky," he explained, leaving Miyata feeling slightly guilty as he ate the latest treat he got.
After the first few hours, rides turned to games which turned into them sitting together at a bench, talking about whatever came to mind. Miyata learned that Tamamori loved animals and comedians which explained why he always laughed at his jokes that would've failed otherwise. Surprisingly, Tamamori was unemployed and just worked odd jobs. He never went to college or even high school and he only spoke of his mother in past tense. Miyata didn't push to know more, not wanting to bring up things that he shouldn't.
Their date had to end once the park closed, much to Miyata's disappointment, but Tamamori already decided he'd walk him back home, lengthening their time together.
"I really had fun today. I didn't know what to expect but... I'm really happy you asked me out." Miyata admitted as they slowly made their way to the door of his apartment. "Did you have fun, Tamamori-kun?" He asked, pulling his keys out of his pocket.
Tamamori nodded slowly, his small smile turning downward as he watched Miyata's hands. "You know, Tama works. Just call me Tama," Miyata nodded quickly, working on getting his door unlocked. "It was a lot of fun. Maybe we can do it again sometime?"
Miyata had just heard the click of the lock when Tamamori spoke and he abandoned his keys in the door, turning to the other with a large grin. "Really? A second date?" He asked, making sure that's what Tamamori really meant.
Instead of answering with his words, Tamamori leaned in closer to Miyata and Miyata tensed, licking over his lips nervously. This was it, the thing he was more worried about. What if he didn't kiss well? Would Tamamori be disappointed?
Tamamori's hand came up to grip Miyata's neck, tilting his head just slightly. He was cold, was he nervous too? The thought made Miyata smile, reaching up to grab Tamamori's shirt before his eyes fluttered shut.
He felt the brush of lips against his own momentarily, so quick that Miyata barely registered that it happened.
But Tamamori didn't pull away. His grip tightened, tilting Miyata's head to the side more. There wasn't a soft press of lips again, just the sudden sting of something penetrating his neck.
The tips of Miyata's fingers tingled and his ears rang but all his attention was on the dull pain in his neck and the press of Tamamori's body against his. If it weren't for the other man, he'd be on the ground.
After some time, Tamamori pulled away, both his hands on Miyata's waist to keep him up as he leaned against him. "Let's get inside," Tamamori whispered as if it was too much effort to speak louder. All Miyata could do in response was give a small noise, not quite aware of what was going on.
All he knew was when he came through, he was lying in bed, neck aching, with a semi-conscious Tamamori watching him.