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blap_blap

I'll take it. The worst thing I had to deal with today was Jay getting into the cabinet and eating all of his treats.

[Majima was a warm weight up against his side, possibly a little too warm because of that whole fever thing. His head resting on Tim's chest was familiar and comfortable, and even on normal days, he'd gladly be Majima's beefy pillow. When he was sick and miserable, Tim would've bent over backwards if that would've made him feel better.]

[He rested his cheek against the top of Majima's head and got his arm underneath that incorrectly buttoned up shirt, so that he could feel skin and the rise and fall of his breaths. He ran his hand over his back in long, slow strokes, and, well. This was It, right? That thing that everybody was looking for. God, he was a lucky bastard.]

I'd really like that. [He would've been all for it even if he didn't have an idea of why Majima wanted to go. It would be romantic just to go back to the place where they had their first real date, and where they had decided to go steady-- add in that they were looking at wedding rings, and Tim might not be a brain trust but he knew how to put two and let's get married together.] I had a really good time last year.

[He pressed his lips against Majima's hair, a kiss for a kiss.]

Hey. [Softly, because he wasn't sure if Majima had dozed off yet. He looked like he was pretty close.] I love you.

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justbeingknife

[ Majima laughed up against Tim's chest as he listened to the little story about Jay. Sounded just like the chonker-in-residence. He felt loved, he felt safe, and he let himself relax into the embrace the way he never would have back in Osaka, under the weight of all those eyes. ]

Me, too. I'm so glad.

[ Glad he'd met Tim, grateful he'd gotten to know some nerd from the future. Baffled but happy that somehow a hunky space cowman had landed in his lap and wanted more than just a summer fling.

He might have been asleep, he might not have been, but Majima's fingers curled loosely in the front of Tim's shirt at the sound of the man's voice -- and the shape of his lips up against Tim's skin was an upward curve. His breathing leveled off, and then Majima slipped off for real.

Good night, space beef. ]