They lied one behind the other, the warmth of the first wrapping around the crying, sniffling mass of the second.
Gentle fingertips ran up and down Hiroki's white flannel pajama top-clad side, the heat of the touch pausing every once and a while to rest in the dip of his waist. Hiroki shivered as he felt a warm nose nudge at the hair resting on the nape of his neck, then shuddered again as the same nose pushed the hair aside so a pair of heated lips could replace it. Tender kisses were pressed into the delicate skin underneath its sheath of chestnut strands, momentarily drying Hiroki's tears.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Hiroki sniffled. Miyagi's hand stopped on his hip, where his shirt had ridden up to reveal a crescent of his milky skin and the profile of his scarlet boxer-briefs. He was so upset, though, that he didn't mind his partial nudeness in front of his former superior.
"I…" Miyagi trailed off. He went quiet for a moment, reached up, and turned Hiroki's face towards him with a gentle hand on his cheek. He wiped away the tears lingering there with the pad of his thumb. "Please don't cry, Kamijou."
Hiroki's lip trembled, but before he could cry any more, Miyagi scooped his arm under his petite friend's head and curled his hand over his forehead to pull back his bangs. He rained kisses down onto the side of Hiroki's face, paying special attention to the edge of his weeping eye. They were comforting kisses that spilled warmth onto Hiroki's chilled skin, but they were no match to Nowaki's overbearing heat that Hiroki needed oh-so much. The thought brought more tears to his eyes, and Miyagi's kisses grew more fervent, trailing down towards his lips. Just as he got to the middle of Hiroki's cheek, Miyagi pulled away and frowned down at his crying friend.
"Kamijou… tell me to stop. Hit me, scream at me, at least turn your head away. Anything," Miyagi begged. He pressed another kiss to Hiroki's cheek. "Please. I can't watch you suffer like this."
Hiroki glanced up at Miyagi and slowly reached up with his hand. Miyagi lifted his head and shut his eyes, bracing himself.
However, instead of hitting him, Hiroki tangled his fingers in Miyagi's hair and yanked his head down. Their lips were suddenly connected, earning a startled grunt from Miyagi.
"Nn?" he question shrilly into Hiroki's mouth. Before he could protest any further, Hiroki whirled onto his opposite side and propelled himself up to straddle Miyagi's hips. He pulled away with a loud smack.
"That fucking adulterous bastard," Hiroki spat lividly. Miyagi, his eyes wide and his face contorted into a bewildered grimace, raised his hands in surrender.
"Kamijou…?"
"I'll show him," Hiroki continued. He reached up to hastily pop the buttons of his shirt. "I'll teach him to cheat on me."
"Cheat on you? What the hell are you talking about?" Miyagi asked, trying to wriggle out from underneath Hiroki, only to be stopped by a powerful squeeze from Hiroki's thighs.
"I know he is. That's why he hasn't been fucking talking to me!" Hiroki rambled. He let his shirt hang open as he bent low over Miyagi, bracing himself with an elbow on either side of his face. "I'll get him back. It's only fair."
To convey his intentions, Hiroki ground into Miyagi's hips with his, rubbing persistently. Miyagi's eyes bugged out slightly with realization, and he stared at Hiroki with a warning look on his face.
"Absolutely not. What I did just now was for comfort only. You're taking it the wrong wa-"
Miyagi was cut off abruptly as Hiroki descended upon him, kissing him abruptly and forcing his mouth open with his tongue.
"Mmm!" Miyagi protested, pushing against Hiroki in vain. "Nn! 'mijou!"
Miyagi finally managed to wrench Hiroki off of him. Hiroki's face contorted as Miyagi held him away from him by the shoulders.
"This would have been okay like… two years ago, Kamijou!" Miyagi exclaimed. "Contact me when you get a time machine and kiss me like that before I meet Shinobu, but for now, I have a fiancé and a kid back at home!"
"It's not fair!" Hiroki cried, sitting back on Miyagi and tipping his head back. Miyagi cautiously released his shoulders to rest his hands on his friend's thighs. "What is he thinking? That he can just send me to Sweden, then go hook up with women behind my back?"
"Eh?" Miyagi asked, furrowing his ebony brows. "Isn't Nowaki gay? He's gay, right?"
Hiroki burst into tears.
"Or another man…? Am I not good enough? Is that why he sent me away?"
Miyagi went silent as Hiroki wept above him.
"Kamijou… just calm down and think for a moment," Miyagi said gently. Hiroki sniffled into his hands in response, desperately rubbing away the tears with balled fists. Miyagi soothingly thumbed Hiroki's thighs. "Do you honestly think Nowaki is cheating on you? I'm sure he has a reasonable excuse for not talking to you very much."
Hiroki didn't answer, but instead broke down into loud, blubbering hiccups.
"Aw, jeez," Miyagi sighed. He sat up as best as he could and drew Hiroki into his arms. He bent his leg to support Hiroki from behind, and Hiroki's legs splayed as he was pressed against Miyagi's body. Hiroki clung to Miyagi's shoulders, his fingers trembling.
"I miss him so much," Hiroki moaned in a whisper. With a final hiccup, all of Hiroki's pent up emotion since the second he was out of Nowaki's arms and on the plane to Sweden came gushing forth in a deluge of tears. Hiroki cursed before completely caving in on himself and bawling into Miyagi's shoulder.
"There we go," Miyagi murmured softly, a smile in his voice. He rubbed Hiroki's back comfortingly. "Let it all out, Kamijou."
"I can't do it," Hiroki sobbed, almost incoherent. "I c-c-c-can't do this b-by myself anymore!"
"Sure you can," Miyagi coaxed. "You've been getting along just fine."
"I want h-him to come h-h-home. I don't want to be alone anymore."
Hiroki slumped against Miyagi and cried harder.
"Hiroki."
Hiroki blinked through his tears as Miyagi gently pried him off and held him by the shoulders.
"You can. You've done it flawlessly up until now. Just keep doing what you've been doing. Tomorrow, let's go to the gym again. I'll spot you while you bench, okay?" Miyagi offered, reaching up to caress Hiroki's cheek. "And then you and Shinobu can go to the park with Fuyumi and Eiji-kun."
"E-Eiji-kun?" Hiroki sniffled, wiping his tears with one balled fist. Miyagi smirked and rolled his eyes.
"We came to a compromise on the nicknames," he said, shrugging. Hiroki laughed tearfully.
"You're both idiots."
"There's the Kamijou I like to see," Miyagi said cheerfully, rubbing Hiroki's upper arms. There was a long silence.
"Why did you kiss me?" Hiroki asked slowly. Miyagi shrugged again.
"Same as when I tried to kiss you when you came to my office after being soaked by the rain. Comfort."
"You have a weird way of comforting people."
"It's the most effective though, don't you think? You should see how I comfort Shinobu. You see, he-"
"Well, goodnight, Miyagi," Hiroki said in mock-cheer, sliding off of Miyagi and ducking under the covers. He faced away from his former superior. There was a slight pause before he felt a hand on his hip.
"Hey… tomorrow, I'm going to buy you a new set of underwear. You can't expect to seduce Nowaki with these granny panties."
"Goodnight, Miyagi."
Another pause.
"Kamijou, I'm going to stay here tonight, okay?"
"…Okay. But won't Shinobu get angry?"
"Ah, don't worry about it. Shinobu's the heaviest sleeper in Sweden."
