Kis-My-Ft2, The Green-Eyed Thing

Title: The Green-Eyed Thing [Tamamori/Miyata, OT7]
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, dirty talk, mention of casual group sex and voyeurism.
Summary: Kis-My-Ft2’s anniversary orgy is coming up, and Tamamori is making it into a thing this year, much to Miyata’s confusion.
AN: Written for 2015 JE FQF, prompt 33: the annual bonding orgy of band’s A is nearing, but he doesn’t feel like sharing bandmember B with the others anymore.

The Green-Eyed Thing

“So the thing is coming up,” Tamamori said. “You know. The thing.”

Miyata looked up from trying to zip his photoshoot jeans to find Tamamori looking at him expectantly. “The thing?”

“You know. With the others, the thing.” Tamamori was leaning against the makeup counter, making a face that he probably thought was very casual, but was a bit weird since he hadn’t even started putting on his own pants. “Every year.”

“Oh!” Miyata said, catching on. He grinned, making Tamamori frown. “Tama-chan, you are twenty-five years old. You can say the word ‘orgy,’ I promise.”

“I was being discreet,” Tamamori sniffed. Miyata looked down at Tamamori’s underwear pointedly. “Shut up, you can’t even zip those, can you? Too much pudge.”

“I can so!” Miyata hopped up and down a little, willing it to be true. “You love my pudge. So what about the thing?”

“Just, you know, it’s happening. Soon.” Tamamori turned around and started yanking on his own clothes. Miyata opened his mouth to ask what Tamamori was bringing it up for, but just then Fujigaya and Nikaido came into the room from their pair shot, Nikaido hollering at the top of his lungs to quit poking him dammit, and Miyata got distracted by the uproar.

But later, when they were grabbing a quick dinner with Kitayama and Senga, Senga kicking at Kitayama playfully under the table made Miyata remember it.

“Hey,” Miyata said, making the other three look up at him. “What’s the plan for the thing? Is there a plan yet? You know, the thing.”

“You are twenty-six years old, Miyacchi.” Tamamori made a face that was apparently supposed to be an impression of Miyata’s. “You can say the word ‘orgy,’ I promise.”

“You two get weirder every fucking year, you know that?” Kitayama told them while Senga cracked up. “If you are referring to our five year anniversary plans, then the plan is as usual to meet up at my place and then get naked.”

“Watta says bring your own towel this year,” Senga advised around a mouthful of rice. “Plus we’re waiting to find out what night Gaya has off the next day.”

“Yeah, you know how that guy gets,” Kitayama said.

“I’m definitely looking forward to how he gets it, yeah,” Tamamori said. Miyata looked over at him, eyebrow raised. “What?”

“Not that I’m opposed to that mental image,” Miyata told him. “But usually you aren’t so…vocal about what parts you’re looking forward to. Or whose parts.”

“I’ll show you vocal.” Tamamori’s expression narrowed as if Miyata had stumbled into some kind of competition without trying. “I am definitely looking forward to getting Gaya on his hands and knees and fucking him hard enough that he won’t be riding a horse next drama either.”

“Damn, Tama!” Senga laughed, glancing back and forth from Tamamori’s face to Kitayama’s.

“You can’t break him until he’s ridden me first.” Kitayama pointed at Tamamori, face saying he meant business.

“Then I might come on his face because it’s super hot when he gets mad,” Tamamori finished, looking over Miyata’s dangling jaw with satisfaction. “So there.”

“Yeah, okay, sure,” Miyata said quickly. Tamamori didn’t stop there, though, mentioning some other things about what’d he’d like to do with Kitayama’s dick and Senga’s mouth that left Senga blushing faintly across his nose. Kitayama just looked smug.

“Are you not getting enough at home or something?” Kitayama asked, grinning wider when Miyata spluttered that Tamamori was getting an entirely requisite amount, thank you very much.

It didn’t stop there either. The next day there was a phone call about how Tamamori was going to get Nikaido to scream for him, and then a series of text messages about defiling the shower with Yokoo which left Miyata’s cheeks hot for an hour. Miyata was never going to be able to use the rubber duck emoji without blushing ever again.

“Wow, shit,” Miyata’s brother said, making Miyata jump nearly a mile in the air. “I didn’t know Tama-chan had it in him.”

“Don’t read over my shoulder!” Miyata snapped, clutching his phone to his chest.

“If he’s gonna do all that to them, what’s he gonna do to you, bro?” Miyata whined for his brother to stop that, come on, but it only made him laugh. Miyata had the sneaking suspicion that his brother had texted the situation to his sister before he had even left the room.

Miyata had no idea what on earth had gotten into Tamamori, but it had definitely reached critical mass so far as Miyata was concerned. He could barely look at any of his bandmates the next day without hearing the stuff that Tamamori had been saying to him, much less Tamamori himself. He barely managed to hold it together during what would have otherwise been a completely innocuous photoshoot about beach balls.

“Are you two having a rough patch or something?” Senga asked Miyata in an undertone as they were wrapping up, eyeing the way Tamamori was helping Fujigaya grab Nikaido, both of them making him squirm with inappropriate touches.

“I don’t think so?” Miyata said. “He’s been really weird, though, about this anniversary thing. It’s not like we haven’t had a whole bunch of those? Another month and it’ll be our real anniversary, and we’ve had way more of those.”

“Because he usually only gets so jealous if you two are fighting,” Senga pointed out.

“But he isn’t…” Miyata trailed off as he realized Tamamori was glancing over at him casually every few seconds, as if making absolutely sure that Miyata was watching him fondle Nikaido with an occasional stray grab of Fujigaya. “Ah. Aha.”

Senga just rolled his eyes. “Seriously, you just realized? Haven’t you been in love with that guy for like nine years? And they say Nika’s the dumb one.”

“In my defense,” Miyata protested, “only Tama-chan would try to solve his own jealousy by getting me all hot and bothered over what he’s going to do to other people during an orgy!”

“Mine and Mitsu’s were about what we’re gonna to do him,” Senga helpfully pointed out. Miyata gave him a dirty look, but Senga just grinned back. “Which, by the way, man, I hope you’re okay with, because after he said it I’ve been jerking off to that shit all week.”

Ignoring whatever other oversharing Senga was planning on, Miyata marched over to Tamamori and casually shoved Nikaido away, into Fujigaya’s dubious clutches.

“Take me home,” Miyata announced. Tamamori just blinked at him. “Don’t make that face like that isn’t what you wanted this whole time.”

“Ooh, pushy,” Fujigaya put in, Nikaido adding a woooo, but Miyata ignored him. In a couple days he’d be showing them exactly what Fujigaya could do with his mouth anyway. Nikaido too.

When they were finally, finally alone in Tamamori’s apartment, no other members or siblings or beach balls, Miyata shoved Tamamori down by the shoulders to side on the edge of his bed. Miyata looked down at him intently until Tamamori started to squirm a little under his direct gaze.

“So what are you gonna do with me?” he asked. “You keep telling me what you’re going to do with them, but you never say what you’re gonna do with me.”

“I do stuff with you all the time,” Tamamori mumbled, eyes cutting to the side. “You don’t need me to tell you about it.”

“Aw, so shy all the sudden, Tama-chan?” Miyata reached down to take a hold of Tamamori’s chin and tilted it up so that he couldn’t avoid Miyata’s eyes. “You’re gonna fuck Gaya and ride Mitsu and rim Nika until he begs, but you don’t have some plan for me?”

“No,” Tamamori snapped, cheeks turning bright pink. HIs eyes were turning dark too, though; Maybe Miyata hadn’t seen the jealousy until Senga pointed it out, but he could see the lust easy enough after all this time. “No, I…Toshiya…”

“But you were thinking about me doing it too, right?” Miyata let his voice get a little gentler, although he didn’t let go of Tamamori’s face. “Is that why you got so jealous? You know all the stuff I like about it too. Like Gaya deep-throating me, or Ken-chan fucking me against the wall from behind. Like getting to be in the middle between you and Mitsu and letting him fuck me into you. How he’s so big I have to let at least one of you go first before I can take it.”

“Fuck, Toshiya,” Tamamori whispered, eyes so dark they were practically glittering. “Fuck, fuck me right now.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Miyata growled, already tugging his shirt off as he leaned down to crush his mouth against Tamamori’s. He shoved Tamamori down flat on the mattress, and they were a mess of limbs as they both tried to scramble out of their clothes at the same time, elbowing each other hard enough to bruise. Tamamori got caught in his stupid skinny jeans for so long that Miyata threatened to come all over them.

Tamamori was more aggressive than usual, which Miyata found entirely appealing, kissing and biting at Miyata’s shoulder while Miyata ran hands all over Tamamori’s hot skin. Snatches of Tamamori’s fantasies came back to Miyata as he enacted tiny bits of them all mixed together, digging his fingers into the skin of Tamamori’s waist and rubbing their cocks together with snaps of his hips.

“Get me ready too,” he whispered into Tamamori’s ear, making Tamamori’s thrusting against him stutter to a halt for a second. “Same time as I’m doing you.”

“Wha…why?” Tamamori asked. He looked adorably ruffled and confused as Miyata dropped him back against the pillows to yank the lube out of the bedside stand.

“Because it’s your fault I have so many fucking fantasies about you and everybody else that I couldn’t do them all if we had fifteen orgies.” Miyata squeezed lube on his fingers and then dropped the tube on Tamamori’s chest. “You’re gonna ride me, and then you’re gonna fuck me. And if you come too early to do that, we’re gonna start all over.”

“Toshiya, I seriously love you,” Tamamori informed him, eyes wide. It was so funny, the moments when Tamamori decided it was fine to let the depth of his feelings show. Not that Miyata ever doubted them anymore, but he hadn’t expected reversi sex and impending group orgy to bring that out.

“Good. Now get your fucking fingers in me.”

Miyata wasn’t sure if they’d ever done it this way before, both on their sides with their legs curled over each other so both of them could get at the other’s hole at the same time, but he was definitely bringing this up as possible orgy material. Maybe it was because he was so turned on already, but all the sensations were confused, Tamamori’s long fingers inside him somehow almost the same as the feeling of pushing his own into Tamamori’s ass. He wasn’t as easy for it as Tamamori, maybe, but everything felt way too hot and good to tell Tamamori to slow down.

“Fuck, stop stop,” Tamamori gasped eventually, shoving Miyata away and down, onto his back. “Right now, fuck me.”

“You are never gonna make it,” Miyata laughed as Tamamori threw a leg over him and sank down onto Miyata’s cock without Miyata barely even holding it up. Tamamori’s cock was hard and leaking already, his back arching in pleasure as he bottomed out.

“Shit shit shit,” Tamamori chanted, hissing every other breath. “Ow fuck. Fuck that’s so good.”

“Yeah,” Miyata agreed. They barely ever did it this roughly, Miyata knowing better, but this seemed like a special occasion. He thrust up to make Tamamori bounce, grabbing for Tamamori’s wrists to keep them away from his own cock. “You feel fucking amazing.”

“Keep swearing, it’s totally hot,” Tamamori ordered, shaking off Miyata’s hands to grab at his own thighs, finding his balance to ride Miyata properly, as deep as he could go with circles of his hips.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Miyata obliged. He brought his hands over his hand and grabbed one wrist with the other hand, as if Tamamori had pinned them there. “Fuck, Yuta. You can have a jealous fit every single day from now on. Shit.”

“You gigantic M,” Tamamori started snickering in between moans. “Gonna make you come so hard inside me that Mitsu can’t get you up again no matter how big his dick is.”

“Please,” Miyata agreed, struggling to keep his eyes open. He was close, so close, but he didn’t want to stop, wanted Tamamori to glare down at him from on top of his dick until the world ended.

“Do it already,” Tamamori hissed, “come inside,” and Miyata did, toes curling and fingers digging into his own wrist. Tamamori rode him hard through the whole thing, until Miyata felt like he’d been shaken up and poured out of a bucket.

“Oh my god,” Miyata said hazily, his ears practically ringing. He wasn’t even sure he was really talking, or if he was just making noise. “Oh my god, Yuta Yuta fuck Yuta.”

“Shut up!” Tamamori snapped. Miyata peeled open his eyes to see Tamamori holding very still, eyes squeezed shut, hands balled into fists. “Shut up or I’m going to come all over you.”

There was a tense few seconds where the only sound was the two of them gasping for breath, Miyata’s hitching as Tamamori’s body quivered around his softening cock.

“I am going to jerk off over this for the rest of my life,” Miyata said fervently. The way Tamamori’s eyes snapped open to glare at him fiercely only made the idea hotter.

“I am about to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to,” Tamamori informed him, sending a delicious thrill the whole way from Miyata’s ass up to his skull.

Getting Tamamori off of Miyata’s cock and between his thighs instead wasn’t the most graceful maneuver, but safe to say Miyata could not have given half a damn about that. As soon as Tamamori started pushing into him, Miyata made a grab for Tamamori’s shoulders, then remembered that was dangerous and dropped his hands behind his head again, the same position as before.

“What d’you keep doing that for?” Tamamori asked, panting between the words. Miyata was still this side of too tight after the rushed preparation, so his thrusts were short, working his way in. “It’s fucking hot. Like you’re tying yourself up for me.”

“We could so do that,” Miyata promised, making Tamamori grin, sharp with heat. “It’s been ages since we did. We can do that at Mitsu’s. Bet Gaya’d go for it, easy. You all could do anything you wanted to me and all I could do was lie there and take it.”

“Fucking yes.” Tamamori was ballsdeep by now, hovering over Miyata like he was too lost in the fantasy to remember that he was fucking Miyata right now. “Or Nika. God, Nika in the middle of all of us would be fuck fuck fuck”

Tamamori’s words devolved into breathless cursing as he went back to fucking Miyata really, too far gone to hold back. Miyata rolled his hips up into Tamamori’s thrusts and just watched as Tamamori moaned and shook and fell apart on top of him, the hot rush of Tamamori coming inside him making Miyata shiver with another long aftershock.

“I can’t move,” Tamamori whined when it was over, draped over and inside of Miyata like a clinging wet towel. “I can’t even think. Fuck you and your dirty talk.”

“Fuck you and your dirty talk, thank you very much,” Miyata retorted. He brought his arms down to wrap around Tamamori’s back and squeeze, one hand coming up to twirl sweaty pieces of Tamamori’s hair around his finger. “Oh shit.”

“Hn?” Tamamori asked.

“I, uh,” Miyata chuckled nervously. “I think I bruised my own wrist.”

“For fuck’s sake, Miyacchi.”

Tamamori pushed himself off of Miyata and to the side enough to examine the damage, rolling his eyes even as he kissed the soft skin of the inside of Miyata’s wrist, the mottled pink of a rising bruise already. Miyata felt like he was still coming down from whatever had just happened, clinging and oversensitive. For a long while, neither of them said anything, talking only in lazy kisses and gentle fingers stroking over small injuries.

“Yuta?” Miyata asked quietly when Tamamori was licking at a sore spot he’d bitten into Miyata’s shoulder. “If you really were jealous of the others, we could stop. Any time you wanted. It’s hot to play with all of them, but only because you’re there with me.”

Tamamori sat up, face uncharacteristically serious as he looked down at Miyata. It seemed unbelievable after the catalog of Tamamori’s fuck fantasies he’d been treated too over the last week, but for a minute Miyata wondered if Tamamori was going to ask for exactly that.

“I know I made a big deal about it,” Tamamori finally said. “But that’s not why. I was thinking about it, before I said all that stuff. But that stuff wasn’t what I was thinking about first. I was thinking about watching them do stuff to you, and then I got a little weirded out. It’s weird to want to watch other guys fuck your partner, right? Bandmates or whoever. Like who even wants that?”

A bubble of relief popped warm in Miyata’s chest. “That’s okay. I think about that stuff too. You fucking Gaya, Ken-chan sucking you off. I think about other people touching me while I watch other people touch you. I guess that is kind of weird, when you think about it. But I can’t do all the stuff they do to you, so I’m really glad to hear you don’t want to stop it.”

Tamamori wrinkled his nose. “Kitamitsu’s right. We do get weirder every year.”

“I love it.” Miyata reached out for Tamamori, content with everything when Tamamori fell easily into his arms and cuddled half on top of him. He was sweaty and sticky and sore already, and that was just from one guy instead of six. “I love you. And them too. But mostly you.”

“Yeah yeah, I got it.” Tamamori yawned. “We need to fucking stretch better before this orgy thing, ugh.”

It took almost a week for them to get their schedules lined up, Fujigaya causing the biggest problem as usual, but that was fine by Miyata. He needed most of that time to recover from making up with Tamamori. He also admitted that maybe six guys versus him was a little much on the first try. Tamamori called him a wimp, then stroked fingers over the inside of Miyata’s wrist and said they could start working up to it, though.

“So I hear you’ve got some big plans for me,” Fujigaya said to Tamamori as they were stripping their shirts off, Nikaido’s job to distract Yokoo so that he didn’t spend half the orgy trying to fold people’s stuff.

“I definitely do,” Tamamori said, confidently. Both Fujigaya and Miyata blinked when Tamamori reached over and dragged Miyata in front of him. “You should totally suck this guy off. Then Ken-chan or somebody has to fuck him because he can’t take Kitamitsu right away. So long as I get to watch the whole thing, whatever’s fine.”

“Tama-chan~,” Miyata said happily, leaning backwards to give Tamamori a sound kiss on the cheek.

“Gross,” Tamamori said, smiling.

“Not what I expected, but sure thing.” Fujigaya shrugged, finishing tying back his bangs with his usual orgy palm tree. It was only practical. He nudged Senga in the side, looking back at Yokoo with a wink. “We can work with that, right?”

“Oh yeah.” Kitayama cracked his knuckles, his grin making Miyata shiver. “Voyeurism we can definitely work with. Get over here, M.”