[Fan Fic] The one that tells the tale of 2 Hanamaru Cafe episodes
Title: The one that tells the tale of 2 Hanamaru Cafe episodes
Author: blinkbling24
Pairing: Akame
Genre: I'm not sure exactly....errr...sex and revenge?
Rating: NC-16
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own them, because if I did, this fic would be in video instead of just words.
Warning: Fic is unbeta-ed, so please excuse the accidental grammer/spelling mistakes, if any.
Summary: Only Jin and Kame can turn something as fluffy as Hanamaru Cafe into a full-fledge drama
A/N: The inspiration for this came from both Kame's and Jin's recent Hanamaru Cafe interviews. It was originally supposed to be light and fluffy, but then I decided to change my writing style a bit, and then I got bored of it, and tried to rush to finish it because I didn't want to leave it hanging, so this is the result. I don't like it, so I won't blame you if you don't. I'm just posting because I did spend some time on it, and it would be a waste not to, because, I feel that at least the sex in this is good :p
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It is very rare that both of them are ridiculously busy at the same time. To put it more eloquently, in this era of their somewhat indefinable relationship, post - debut-silent resentment-driven to run away-LA bullshit, it is often Akanishi Jin that is whiling his days away with pretentious acts of delinquency , however much he has to in order to upkeep his reputation without incurring the wrath of a certain individual. A certain individual, Kamenashi Kazuya, that hasn’t seemed to have stopped working for a day since 2005. And what year is it now? Right, 2010.
Jin doesn’t know how Kame does it, to be all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in every single damn thing that they appear in. Jin can barely even coax his cheek muscles upwards to form something that remotely resembles a smile. Not that Kame has not given him any grief about it.
“You might as well leave again, you prick,” Kame had drawled one day sometime ago. If it wasn’t for the fact that Kame’s hand had been cupping said prick and stroking relentless through thick denim, Jin would have taken him a little more seriously.
“Would it kill you to deign a smile, say more than a couple of words, or god forbid, force out some glitter and sparkles when you’re doing KAT-TUN work?” Kame’s teeth had now drawn down the zipper, and his tongue had proceeded to lick through the slit, wetting the fabric of Jin’s cotton boxers, causing his cock to twitch in discomfort.
“I glitter and sparkle plenty,” Jin had gritted his teeth in reply, simultaneously bucking his hips and threading his fingers through Kame’s hair, “you just don’t witness it.”
“I’ve been busy.”
The button of the jeans had now been undone and Kame was licking teasingly the dark pink head peeking out of the boxers waistband.
“No…hnnn…excuse…..” Damn Kamenashi and his infinite skills in the sex department.
“Let’s see you watch everything I appear in when you’re up to your eyeballs in work.”
There had been a retort somewhere in the back of Jin’s foggy mind, but at that moment, there had been other things more important, like a mind-blowing, out of this world orgasm, that he had to concentrate on.
Now, however, as Jin steps into the KAT-TUN dressing room, having just arrived to participate in another mind numbing recording of Cartoon KAT-TUN, he finds the retort resurfacing, only to be quelled by irrelevancy. He is just about to find out what he had missed amidst being, to quote Kame’s scathing vocabulary that seems to become more lethal during sex, up to his eyeballs in Bandage, LANDS and solo concert prep work.
The low mumbles and giggles are hard to ignore.
“What the fuck are you guys going on about?” Jin makes the effort.
“It speaks!” Koki is only mildly joking.
“Bite me.” Jin returns serve as he looks around. The object of his affection is not in the room. Drama shit, Jin figures.
Koki considers, but decides wisely to leave the Jin-biting to the one that doesn’t feel disgusted doing so.
“We’re talking about the latest Hanamaru café,” Junno volunteers, never having the ability to pick up the nuances in atmosphere.
“Oh? One of you went on it?” Jin rolls his eyes in the mirror at his grey complexion. He wonders what number foundation mix will make him look less like a zombie and more like the stud that he is.
“Huh? You got to be kidding,” Koki exclaims, only because he knows it will be fun afterwards to witness the repercussions of what Jin is about to know. Jin’s jealous streak is legendary.
“Kame was on. I’m surprised you haven’t gone off your rocker yet,” Maru contributes, that silly grin on his face.
Fuck. He had missed it. Scrap that. He did not even know that Kame was going on that show. It has never happened before. He always knew Kame’s when, where, what, or least, up till now, he always knew. There goes his track record. Kame is going to have a field day with this.
Ueda, enjoying every bit of Jin’s stunned look (recently, it has been really difficult for Jin to paste on any form of expression whatsoever, so stunned is better than nothing) offers up the dessert, “Kame said, on national TV, that he sleeps in the nude…..”
“Imagine, Jin,” Koki drapes an arm over Jin’s shoulder and paints a landscape in front of them with his other hand, “legions of fangirls, and fanboys, masturbating to your Kamenashi, picturing him in the nude, on his bed, looking oh so sexy with that sleepy, sexy sheen in his eyes…..OW! Fucker! You hit me!”
It is Koki’s own fault, Jin thinks even as his hand smarts from the whack he gave to Koki’s head. Koki’s words were getting too graphic for his own good.
“What do you know about Kazuya’s bedroom look, Tanaka?” Jin spits as he recalls how management had said yes to Koki and no to Jin touching Kame at every opportunity on air. It is still a sore point.
“Nothing that he hasn’t shown me, Akanishi,” Koki provokes, jumping out of the way as Jin shoots imaginary daggers in his direction.
“Who’s showing who what?” Kame enters with the grace that only he can manage, looking put-together in tight jeans, fitted shirt, aviators that covered most of his face, and in hand, a tall Styrofoam cup of Starbucks, even though he feels like shit. Jin knows that in that cup is a neat, triple-shot expresso (if Kame could order quadruple or quintuple shots, he would) that would make ordinary people bounce of walls and babble incoherently, but the only effect it has on Kame is to allow Kame to walk without collapsing from fatigue, and process thoughts like any adult would.
“Kame-chan!” Koki shouts and runs to manhandle Kame as he saunters to his make-up chair.
Jin winces, that term of endearment never sits well with him, even though he is the more privileged one, with the permission to call Kame “Kazuya” even in the most public of occasions. He prefers to use it in bed though, knowing the effect it has on the owner of that name. He watches as Kame ignores Koki in favour of his own reflection and Jin lets this one slide.
“None of you say anything,” Jin tries, through barely moving lips, hoping that almost 10 years of forced interaction would have earned him some loyalty from his band mates. He isn’t asking for much, just an omission of information. But, Jin fails in his subterfuge, forgetting that Kame knows him literally inside out, that, and has hearing that could rival a bat in the darkest of caves.
“Jin,” Kame looks at Jin through the mirror. The sternness in his voice is a sign that he has no mood for Jin’s nonsense.
Recoiling slightly, a movement that only Kame sees through, Jin concedes, “I missed your stupid Hanamaru café appearance. You can say I told you so now.” Jin does not realize that for all his false bravado, this simple admission tells the rest that he is indeed pussy-whipped, or more politically correctly, Kame-whipped.
“I told you so,” Kame says without so much as a bat of an eyelid. He takes a big glug from his coffee cup, making Jin think that the contents are either stone cold by now, or that Kame had introduced an arbitrary amount of vodka into it, as he is known to do sometimes. Not that the 2 notions correlate, but Jin is complex like that. Jin should be worried, but he is not, because Kame’s threshold for alcohol is abnormally high for someone who looks so deceivingly frail. All alcohol does is give Kame a good buzz that is part of the secret that makes him all smiley and shiney. The other part is purely because Kame is a freak, or so Jin concludes. Jin has tried it the Kame way, but he wound up looking worse off, like he was on drugs much deadlier than alcohol, which earned him a painful rap on the knuckles, from both the almighty Johnny and Kame. Never mess with greatness was Kame’s take-home lesson for Jin during that episode, and before Jin could even say “greatness, my ass”, Kame ended his lesson with something unforgettable, never to be spoken of in public, but unforgettable.
“You did it deliberately, didn’t you?” Jin sometimes likes to show off that he is just as attuned to Kame as he is of him.
“And so what if I did?” Kame shrugs and applies his concealer under his eyebags as though it would actually help.
“Nice. The games must help your foreplay,” Ueda’s blasé comment makes Maru choke on the onigiri that he is stuffing his face with. Jin hopes that Ueda slips on those ugly sandals he loves so much.
Always the better person, Kame disregards the snide. Instead, he continues, “You know I don’t like it when you don’t believe me, even though I often speak the truth. This is just something to help you remember my words, so you’ll just have to live with the thought that just like you, millions of fans out there are having orgasms with the help of my naked body.”
“And you thought I was graphic,” Koki pipes in, he enjoys being the fuel to the fire.
Jin tsks, but knows better then to engage with Koki, not with Kame in the room.
“Don’t flatter yourself, you don’t have millions of fans,” Jin can be cleverer than given credit for if he puts his mind to it.
“Like that’s the issue,” Maru has finally recovered.
“Shut up, all of you,” Jin hates being undermined, which is the reason why he avoids picking a fight with Kame in public. At least in private, there are other means he could employ to distract Kame entirely from the argument. He can’t do any of those now.
There is silence for a while. Ueda, Maru and Koki find other amusement, especially when a new tray of food is brought into the room. Kame is meticulously putting on his face, and Jin tries to mentally recall the rest of Kame’s schedule so that he won’t be caught like a deer in front of headlights again.
“YATTA!” Junno’s annoying, high-pitched voice suddenly cuts through the air. He has just defeated the monster he was battling on the PSP for a good part of the verbal spar. “Hey Akanishi,” he says belatedly, “why don’t you get back at Kame then?”
“As if,” Kame snorts as he applies lip gloss, making his lips so invitingly shimmery that Jin often summons up all his restraint not to kiss them in front of the cameras. Maybe that is why he is so sullen most of the time.
At the moment though, Jin looks at Junno with epiphany in his gaze, particularly when he reads the text on his cell phone, from his manager, to let him know his own schedule for the week.
***
For all the wholesome perfectness that he portrays in front of the cameras, Kame has his kinks. Kinks that are very well hidden, that he hardly voices out unless under the influence of strong substances, but Jin knows. Oh, Jin knows them very well. That is why, with Junno’s words whirling around his head for most part of the week, Jin finds himself perusing the bedding section of the department store, decked in his usual disguise of hoodie-up, and mirrored aviators.
He thanks his lucky stars that he has this sliver of time carved out of his annoyingly packed schedule for the week. He thinks what an exemplary plotter he is, sacrificing the much needed, and let’s face it, well-deserved, sleep in order to carry out his well-laid plan to the tee. Jin sniggers as he makes his selection. He pays, expertly dodging the “is-it-him?-no-it-can’t-be” looks, and ducks out before he gets mobbed.
One more stop before home. Jin rounds the corner with just one hand guiding the steering wheel. He stops his car in a narrow alleyway and waits as a shady character shuffles towards the driver side of the car. Jin rolls down the window and asks gruffly, “You got the stuff?”
“Yeah, this is a good batch,” the man sniffles, holding out a tiny ziplock bag containing what looks misleadingly like Japanese tea leaves. Jin nods approvingly and shoves an envelope filled with a thick wad of cash into the man’s hand.
“Pleasure doing business,” the man salutes but Jin is already outta there. The man, even if a regular agriculturalist, popular with most of the Johnny’s boys, should not be interacted with more than necessary.
Back in his apartment, Jin responds to a text:
“This had better be good Akanishi. I’ve barely had a combined total of 8 hours sleep this past week.”
“You need a break then, Kamenashi. And you know you sleep like a baby in my arms.”
“Fuck you. You’re lucky I don’t have a night shoot tonight. I’ll be there by midnight.”
“Come as late as you want, and as many times as you want, sweetie.”
My, my, he’s in tip-top condition today, with the witty comebacks that rival whatever Kame delivers with finesse. Jin displays the alcohol on the counter, and pops the brownie mix into the oven. He hums as he changes his sheets with the newly purchased ones. He pauses a little as a tremor of fear courses through his body, Kame is unfathomably against sleeping on pre-washed sheets. Jin panics slightly, but in the next second, consoles himself that by the time he was done with him, Kame would not even notice. Jin chuckles maniacally, not unlike the evil-doers in cartoons. As an added precaution, he calls in on a favour that Uchi owes him. Let’s just say Uchi would have been caught for under-aged drinking much earlier than when he did if not for Jin.
It is this little favour that allows Jin to know exactly what time Kame leaves the set. The text from Uchi at around 9pm sends Jin into a tizzy. It is earlier than expected, but Jin is ready, dressed for the occasion, with brownies and Bailey’s on the coffee table. Just the way Kame likes it.
“Aw Jin, honey, you shouldn’t have,” Kame says sarcastically as he toes off his boots at the genkan, already having full view of what Jin has prepared.
“I always show you a good time, baby,” Jin grins as he settles on his couch. Kame raises one of his infamous eyebrows at Jin’s outfit, a pair of red silk boxers, nothing else.
“Jin,” Kame sighs, exhaustion clear in his eyes, “I’m in no mood. If you are not going to let me just sleep tonight, I’m going home.”
“Relax,” Jin places his hands in the position of mock surrender, “no hanky-panky, I promise, unless you want to.” Jin is technically not lying. He puffs his chest, proud that he thought of that clause.
“I definitely don’t want to, not tonight,” Kame sat himself down next to Jin and eyes the plate of brownies. “You baked?” Kame asks, skeptical.
“Of course not! When have you known me to bake? They’re from the bakery down the road,” Jin defends himself, hoping his nose hasn’t grown longer. He can’t afford to look like Nakamaru.
“What’s the occasion?” Kame reaches for a piece, never being able to resist anything chocolate.
“No occasion. Just you, coming over,” Jin pushes Kame a glass of Bailey’s. Kame is undefeated in his alcohol-threshold prowess, but only because nobody ever orders Bailey’s during social occasions. Bailey’s is a girlie drink, and Kame’s downfall, because he can never resist an offer of it, and he can never stop, once he starts. And Kame needs to have brownies with Bailey’s. It is just the way the universe works, Kame had once explained. Jin hopes that Kame is too fatigued to pick up on what Jin is trying to do. Fortunately, Kame is.
“These are good. I’m so hungry! I haven’t had a bite since this morning,” Kame gushes as he washes down his first piece of brownie by draining his glass. Jin tops it up and absentmindedly reaches for a brownie too. It is only after he’s worked his way through half that he realizes what he has done. He frowns, and then shrugs, deciding that he should eat too, so that Kame doesn’t suspect anything. He just would not eat as much.
“And Jin,” Kame says after he polishes his second square, “why are you wearing that? You know how much I hate silk.”
You say that now, Jin thinks as he watches Kame drain the last drop of their first bottle of Bailey’s.
“I LOVE you in SILK, Jin, Jin, you belong to me, don’t you Jin?” Kame’s head lolls around the back of the couch as he giggles irrepressibly. Jin smiles in satisfaction, looking at the last few crumbs of what was a dozen squares of pot brownies, of which Kame had eight, and Jin, four. Next to the plate were 2 empty bottles of Bailey’s. Jin’s mind is buzzing pleasantly, and can only imagine what a trip Kame’s mind is bringing him on.
“Mmmmm…..silk…….” Kame places his cheek on Jin’s lap and nuzzles, feeling the silk against his skin. Jin shivers as a part of him awakens, particularly when Kame is nuzzling so enthusiastically. “Sexy, sexy, Jin………OHhhhh……” Kame inhales deeply as his nose is smooshed in Jin’s groin, “you smell like SSSssssseeexxxxx…..” Jin doesn’t know whether he should laugh or gasp as his body reacts. Kame all high and trippy is fun, fun, fun. Jin bends down and whispers in Kame’s ear, “Kazuya baby, there’s a surprise for you in the bedroom…..”
“REALLY? GOODIE!!” Kame bounces out of the couch like a jackrabbit on crack, technically, yeah, Kame was on, well, not crack, but something that causes a similar effect. He prances towards Jin’s bedroom but Jin stumbles up and stops him just in time.
“No no, baby, you have to close your eyes,” Jin giggles, feeling the pot fog up his brain.
“Ok,” Kame is obedient. Jin’s goofy smile never leaves his face as he leads Kame into the room.
“Stand here, don’t move and don’t open your eyes until I say so.” Jin instructs.
“Ok,” Kame complies willingly.
Jin's moves to the bed and hops in, posing with his hands behind his head, trying to look as desirable as he possibly can.
“Alright, now, you can open your eyes,” Jin urges after a few seconds.
Kame does as he is told. He shrieks, “SATIN SHEETS!!! I LOVE, I ADORE, LOVE LOVE LOVE, SATIN SHEETS!!! AND IT’S CHOCOLATE! Chocolate chocolate chocolate. I LOVE CHOCOLATE! I LOVE CHOCOLATE SATIN SHEETS!!!”
Jin listens to Kame’s blabbering, highly amused. He recalls an incident, some years ago, when Kame had frowned in disdain at Jin’s newly purchased black satin sheets.
“What? They are the epitome of sexy,” younger Jin had said.
“No, they’re tacky. I won’t be caught dead having sex on them,” Kame was such a tight-ass then.
But, it was on one drunken night which Jin remembers more vividly than Kame, when Kame’s alcohol threshold was still not at its prime, that they had tumbled onto those sheets, with Kame professing that it was hot, so hot, and sexy as hell, and had begged Jin to ravish him again and again. Jin remembers how beautiful Kame looked against those sheets, and how it was one of the best sex he had ever had.
Of course, the following morning, Kame had woken up mortified and had blamed the alcohol. But, even as Kame went on his rampage, his eyes never left the sheets, and he had chewed his lower lip at every pause, and it was then that Jin knew better. Jin had thrown away those sheets at Kame’s insistence because, to quote Kame, “they are disgraceful”. Jin didn’t think much about it, the stains would have been a bitch to get rid of anyway, and since then, Jin had never really tried again, until now.
Kame is by Jin’s side, having jumped onto the bed in glee, and he is rolling around, making little childlike squeals. Jin finds Kame endearing when he is like this.
“Kazuya,Kazuya, you’re tired remember? You should sleep now,” Jin is teasing.
Kame shook his head, “Don’t wanna, ne Jin?” Kame is looking at him with wide eyes. Jin is reminded of a 14-year-old Kame. His heart melts.
“What is it Kazuya?” He runs his fingers through Kame’s hair. Jin recognizes the irony that in this situation, Jin is now the one acting like the adult. Their roles have been reversed.
“Can I take off my clothes?”
“You can do anything you want, baby,” Jin’s heart skips a beat, and his cock, well, it just skips.
“Yay!” Kame undresses in record time, tossing his clothes haphazardly all over the room. His boxers lands on the bedside lamp, and for some reason, Kame finds it very funny. He collapses on his stomach and laughs good and hard. Jin laughs along, stroking Kame’s naked back, up and down, feeling its smoothness, and savouring the warmness forming in his groin.
Kame’s hand finds its way to Jin’s boxers, “Mmmm…silk and satin…..I likey…..” Kame’s hand caressed the silky material, brushing every now and then on Jin’s cock, frustrating Jin no end. Jin’s eyes wander over to look at Kame, even as he pants quietly with arousal. He watches as Kame wriggles on his stomach, and Jin realizes that Kame was rubbing his cock on the sheets, turning himself on. Jin groans at the sight.
Rather abruptly, Kame’s lighthearted giggles turn into sensual moans. Jin watches as Kame grinds down harder on the sheets, and Jin bites his tongue to keep control. He stops Kame’s hand on his boxers, his cock already hard and proud. He runs his hand down Kame’s back again, and Kame moans louder and wriggles more violently.
“Kazuya,” Jin’s voice is husky.
“Hmmmm…..?”
“Turn over, there’s more.”
“More?” Kame turns, hissing as he does so, his erect cock grazing the sheets.
Jin props himself up on his elbows and smiles down at his lover. Jin notes that Kame’s eyes no longer have the glazed child-like look. It has since been replaced by something darker, lustier, and they glistened insanely. Jin leans in and captures Kame’s lips with his. The kiss is returned, all tongue, sloppy, slurping. Jin tugs on something. He frees the satin cover sheet from under Kame and he breaks the kiss.
“Jin……” Kame almost whines.
“Ssshhh…..you’re going to feel real good soon…..” Jin takes the sheet and begins to flutter it over Kame’s body.
“Jin….” This time, it comes out breathier. Jin drifts the cloth over Kame’s face, over his chest, over his stomach, over his cock, brushing, barely touching, and Kame arches high, turned on, and breathing hard. Every time the cloth floats past his cock, it would twitch slightly and Kame would hiss. Jin feels the ball of pressure within his gut, and wonders how long he could hold out. Just a little longer, he thinks, Kame looks to good, too sexy, too wanton for things to end now.
“Jin, oh god, Jin…….it’s…..so….good……” Kame pants.
“Hnnn….not…hnnn……enough…….” Kame voices, writhing, arching.
Jin fluffs the thin sheet to cover Kame from head to toe. Jin tops Kame and kisses Kame through the cloth. His eyes, his cheeks and finally his lips. Jin feels Kame’s tongue, and the kiss is strange but oh so grrrrrrr…..
At this point, Kame is completely lost in sensations. The satin on his skin is cold yet hot at the same time, and whatever Jin is doing, oh god, whatever Jin is doing was taking him higher and higher than he ever thought possible. Kame feels Jin’s hands caressing him over the fabric, and the heat from Jin’s skin is burning through, and it is driving him crazy. Just when Kame thinks in his fuzzy mind that it could not get any better, Jin grabs his cock with the satin wrapped around. Jin pumps harder and fast, and Kame is unfolding, coming undone with rapid speed. The cloth around him, and Jin’s actions, it’s too much. Kame jolts and almost sits up, he is just there, just there, and then Jin stops.
“Jin….no…..” Kame is begging now, and if Jin was sober and not so fucking aroused, he would have been smug. But, he is too far gone to even care. All he knows is that he is craving Kame. But there is one more thing that Jin wants to do.
“You’re going to feel so hot, baby,” Jin growls as he guides Kame to open his legs and bend his knees. Jin folds the satin cloth over Kame’s cock and ass and positions himself. He holds his cock steady in the place he presumes Kame’s opening is, and he nudges and strokes it with his erection, with the cloth as a shield, blocking him from really penetrating.
Kame hisses and bucks, moaning and whining. He bucks harder, as though trying to break through the barrier, wanting Jin inside him, now, now, NOW! And yet, the satin, oh good god, the satin……
Jin looks through half-lidded eyes, and notices that the cloth covering Kame’s cock was wet with his pre-cum, and Jin loses it.
“Kazuya…..lube…..?” Jin tries to be considerate even as he grits his teeth at the thought of prolonging his pain just so Kame is prepared.
“I don’t….hnnn…give a …..fuck…Jin….want……HNNNN…..you ……NOW!” Kame raises his hips, and Jin throws all caution to the wind. He flings the sheet aside, and plunges, plunges deep. Kame cries out and grips Jin’s shoulders, allowing the rest of the sheet to drape around his body.
“Jin, oh god, Jin…..Jin….Jin…..”
“Kazuya….fucking tight…….Kazuya……” Jin’s hand reaches to palm Kame’s cock, to help him along.
The feel of Jin’s hand, part directly on his skin, part masked by the satin sheet drives Kame mad. He moves his lower half to Jin’s rhythm, and with a shout, “love you, Jin,” he ejaculates hard, white streaks of hot semen on chocolate satin sheets. Kame is still trembling from his orgasm when Jin tenses and releases, the force of Jin’s orgasm makes Kame tremble even more.
Jin collapses on top of Kame, not caring about anything else except to ride the waves. When his strength returns, Jin heaves off Kame, surprised that Kame has not said even a peep in complaint. Then, he knows why, Kame is out cold, all wrapped up in the dirty satin sheet.
You’re a kinky freak, Kazuya, Jin thinks as he pulls the sheet off the bed and cleans both himself and Kame up. Jin shrugs in resignation. He does love this freak, he admits, as he pulls a heavy quilt, also in a satin quilt cover, over them. It is not long before Jin too is asleep.
It feels like he has only slept for a couple of minutes when Jin’s alarm wakes him up the next morning. He jumps up and fumbles with his cell phone, desperately trying to turn it off so as not to wake his partner. Once the dratted alarm is switched off, Jin jumps out of bed, remembering why he has set the alarm so early in the first place. He grabs his camera, with pictures already taken throughout the week. Jin stands by the foot of the bed, and looks at Kame, still fast asleep, with a small smile on his face. Jin wonders what Kame is dreaming about, he hopes that it is him. Jin places the camera on the nightstand and tucks Kame in more securely, making sure that every part of him is inconspicuously covered. He then picks the camera up and shoots.
Oh, Kame will go berserk if he finds out what he is doing, Jin has no doubt. But, Kame’s not going to see this, Jin reasons as he dresses. Kame only ever watches anything Jin is in when Jin actually makes him, and always belatedly, because Kame just never has the time. And Kame sure wouldn’t see this one, he would still be dead to the world when it airs later this morning. This is just Jin’s little way of getting back at Kame for the stunt he pulled the week before. No harm will come of it. Besides, it isn’t as though Kame did not enjoy himself in the process.
Jin smirks as he shuts the front door behind him, but wipes it off his face with a wave of nausea. Damn Hanamaru café for airing so early in the morning. Frankly, Jin is still a little out of it, and wishes nothing more than to curl back onto the satin sheets with Kame.
But go on set, Jin does. He hands the producer the memory card dutifully. He sits in make-up and follows as he is led to his seat in front of the camera. The show starts, but Jin is still hung over, barely managing to focus and try to smile. And yet, when the picture is shown to the viewers, Jin does have the decency to blush, even as he lies through his teeth, that there is no one under there. Only there is, one very drugged out, hung over and naked Kamenashi Kazuya.
Epilogue
There is some fumbling, but Jin manages to get his key into the lock even as his hands are trembling with anticipation. He has been having ants in his pants all day as he goes through the motions of a full day at work. But each and every hour, he would get a text from Kame, and each text makes it more difficult for him to concentrate.
Right after the Hanamaru café session, Jin receives the first text from Kame, telling him that he had the mother of all headaches and has called in sick that day. There is also something about how in his absence, they will film all the Uchi, Tegoshi and the ballet guy’s parts first. Jin doesn’t care about that. What thoroughly concerns him are the subsequently hourly texts, in which Kame was violating the phone’s key pad with words so naughty and so dirty that has made Jin think about 100-year-old grandmothers in an orgy together to help him get through the day. The last text, just half an hour ago promises that Kame would be fully naked, on the couch, legs spread out, just waiting for Jin to come home.
“Oh god, Kazuya, I can’t take it anymore, I….” Jin immediately breaks into desperate monologue when he gets the door open, fully expecting a Kame feast before him. What he sees, however, that stops him mid-speech, is Kame, fully-clothed, sitting on the couch, arms crossed on his chest, with an expression so cold that it sends shivers down Jin’s spine.
Uh oh.
“I watched something very interesting on TV this morning,” Kame begins, his voice is low and steady, like the calm before a storm.
Uh oh.
“I woke up, dizzy and hung over as hell. I thought, since I was feeling shittier than I usually feel, I should call in sick, make myself some coffee and nap the day away so that I can please my lover again at night. But then, I saw something very interesting on TV.”
Jin’s eyes are everywhere but on Kame.
“Would you like to guess what I saw?”
In his head, Jin says the word “no” but he doesn’t utter a single word out loud.
Kame stands up and walks towards Jin. Jin tries to run but Kame has him by the collar. Kame tugs Jin onto the couch and straddles him, rendering Jin helplessly locked between Kame’s legs.
“You,” Kame jabs Jin in the chest so hard that it knocks some wind out of Jin, “drugged me, had sex with me, took a picture of me, NAKED, and showed it on national TV???!!! IS THIS YOUR WAY OF GETTING BACK AT ME??!!!” Kame’s voice goes up an octave.
Jin cringes, “No one actually SAW you naked……..” Jin freezes when Kame death-glares down at him. Kame’s rule, and Jin knows it well, is never to mix work with personal life. It is only now that Jin realizes the full repercussions of his action.
Kame is scarily still. Jin is not willing to risk saying anything, for fear of making things worse. Kame shakes in fury, and is just about to continue on his rampage, when his phone rings, a text.
Saved by the bell, Jin thinks, as Kame gets off him and reads the text in a corner.
Jin is a little disconcerted when the next thing Kame does is turn to him and smile. Kame walks past him and pats him on the cheek on his way out, leaving Jin speechless and more than a little bit worried. What if Kame never wants to have sex with him ever again?
Kame on the other hand, has gears turning in his head as he drives off. As if he can go for long without having sex with Jin. But there is no harm in Jin thinking otherwise. Besides, the phone message has turned the tables in Kame’s favour. Let’s see how Jin reacts when he finds out that Kame will be in full-on drag glory, Jin’s pet peeve, no one can see Kazuya in drag but me, Jin had once proclaimed, in the coming episode of his drama. Kame gets turned on as he plots. He hopes the sex will be just as good, maybe even better, than the one last night.
Author: blinkbling24
Pairing: Akame
Genre: I'm not sure exactly....errr...sex and revenge?
Rating: NC-16
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own them, because if I did, this fic would be in video instead of just words.
Warning: Fic is unbeta-ed, so please excuse the accidental grammer/spelling mistakes, if any.
Summary: Only Jin and Kame can turn something as fluffy as Hanamaru Cafe into a full-fledge drama
A/N: The inspiration for this came from both Kame's and Jin's recent Hanamaru Cafe interviews. It was originally supposed to be light and fluffy, but then I decided to change my writing style a bit, and then I got bored of it, and tried to rush to finish it because I didn't want to leave it hanging, so this is the result. I don't like it, so I won't blame you if you don't. I'm just posting because I did spend some time on it, and it would be a waste not to, because, I feel that at least the sex in this is good :p
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It is very rare that both of them are ridiculously busy at the same time. To put it more eloquently, in this era of their somewhat indefinable relationship, post - debut-silent resentment-driven to run away-LA bullshit, it is often Akanishi Jin that is whiling his days away with pretentious acts of delinquency , however much he has to in order to upkeep his reputation without incurring the wrath of a certain individual. A certain individual, Kamenashi Kazuya, that hasn’t seemed to have stopped working for a day since 2005. And what year is it now? Right, 2010.
Jin doesn’t know how Kame does it, to be all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in every single damn thing that they appear in. Jin can barely even coax his cheek muscles upwards to form something that remotely resembles a smile. Not that Kame has not given him any grief about it.
“You might as well leave again, you prick,” Kame had drawled one day sometime ago. If it wasn’t for the fact that Kame’s hand had been cupping said prick and stroking relentless through thick denim, Jin would have taken him a little more seriously.
“Would it kill you to deign a smile, say more than a couple of words, or god forbid, force out some glitter and sparkles when you’re doing KAT-TUN work?” Kame’s teeth had now drawn down the zipper, and his tongue had proceeded to lick through the slit, wetting the fabric of Jin’s cotton boxers, causing his cock to twitch in discomfort.
“I glitter and sparkle plenty,” Jin had gritted his teeth in reply, simultaneously bucking his hips and threading his fingers through Kame’s hair, “you just don’t witness it.”
“I’ve been busy.”
The button of the jeans had now been undone and Kame was licking teasingly the dark pink head peeking out of the boxers waistband.
“No…hnnn…excuse…..” Damn Kamenashi and his infinite skills in the sex department.
“Let’s see you watch everything I appear in when you’re up to your eyeballs in work.”
There had been a retort somewhere in the back of Jin’s foggy mind, but at that moment, there had been other things more important, like a mind-blowing, out of this world orgasm, that he had to concentrate on.
Now, however, as Jin steps into the KAT-TUN dressing room, having just arrived to participate in another mind numbing recording of Cartoon KAT-TUN, he finds the retort resurfacing, only to be quelled by irrelevancy. He is just about to find out what he had missed amidst being, to quote Kame’s scathing vocabulary that seems to become more lethal during sex, up to his eyeballs in Bandage, LANDS and solo concert prep work.
The low mumbles and giggles are hard to ignore.
“What the fuck are you guys going on about?” Jin makes the effort.
“It speaks!” Koki is only mildly joking.
“Bite me.” Jin returns serve as he looks around. The object of his affection is not in the room. Drama shit, Jin figures.
Koki considers, but decides wisely to leave the Jin-biting to the one that doesn’t feel disgusted doing so.
“We’re talking about the latest Hanamaru café,” Junno volunteers, never having the ability to pick up the nuances in atmosphere.
“Oh? One of you went on it?” Jin rolls his eyes in the mirror at his grey complexion. He wonders what number foundation mix will make him look less like a zombie and more like the stud that he is.
“Huh? You got to be kidding,” Koki exclaims, only because he knows it will be fun afterwards to witness the repercussions of what Jin is about to know. Jin’s jealous streak is legendary.
“Kame was on. I’m surprised you haven’t gone off your rocker yet,” Maru contributes, that silly grin on his face.
Fuck. He had missed it. Scrap that. He did not even know that Kame was going on that show. It has never happened before. He always knew Kame’s when, where, what, or least, up till now, he always knew. There goes his track record. Kame is going to have a field day with this.
Ueda, enjoying every bit of Jin’s stunned look (recently, it has been really difficult for Jin to paste on any form of expression whatsoever, so stunned is better than nothing) offers up the dessert, “Kame said, on national TV, that he sleeps in the nude…..”
“Imagine, Jin,” Koki drapes an arm over Jin’s shoulder and paints a landscape in front of them with his other hand, “legions of fangirls, and fanboys, masturbating to your Kamenashi, picturing him in the nude, on his bed, looking oh so sexy with that sleepy, sexy sheen in his eyes…..OW! Fucker! You hit me!”
It is Koki’s own fault, Jin thinks even as his hand smarts from the whack he gave to Koki’s head. Koki’s words were getting too graphic for his own good.
“What do you know about Kazuya’s bedroom look, Tanaka?” Jin spits as he recalls how management had said yes to Koki and no to Jin touching Kame at every opportunity on air. It is still a sore point.
“Nothing that he hasn’t shown me, Akanishi,” Koki provokes, jumping out of the way as Jin shoots imaginary daggers in his direction.
“Who’s showing who what?” Kame enters with the grace that only he can manage, looking put-together in tight jeans, fitted shirt, aviators that covered most of his face, and in hand, a tall Styrofoam cup of Starbucks, even though he feels like shit. Jin knows that in that cup is a neat, triple-shot expresso (if Kame could order quadruple or quintuple shots, he would) that would make ordinary people bounce of walls and babble incoherently, but the only effect it has on Kame is to allow Kame to walk without collapsing from fatigue, and process thoughts like any adult would.
“Kame-chan!” Koki shouts and runs to manhandle Kame as he saunters to his make-up chair.
Jin winces, that term of endearment never sits well with him, even though he is the more privileged one, with the permission to call Kame “Kazuya” even in the most public of occasions. He prefers to use it in bed though, knowing the effect it has on the owner of that name. He watches as Kame ignores Koki in favour of his own reflection and Jin lets this one slide.
“None of you say anything,” Jin tries, through barely moving lips, hoping that almost 10 years of forced interaction would have earned him some loyalty from his band mates. He isn’t asking for much, just an omission of information. But, Jin fails in his subterfuge, forgetting that Kame knows him literally inside out, that, and has hearing that could rival a bat in the darkest of caves.
“Jin,” Kame looks at Jin through the mirror. The sternness in his voice is a sign that he has no mood for Jin’s nonsense.
Recoiling slightly, a movement that only Kame sees through, Jin concedes, “I missed your stupid Hanamaru café appearance. You can say I told you so now.” Jin does not realize that for all his false bravado, this simple admission tells the rest that he is indeed pussy-whipped, or more politically correctly, Kame-whipped.
“I told you so,” Kame says without so much as a bat of an eyelid. He takes a big glug from his coffee cup, making Jin think that the contents are either stone cold by now, or that Kame had introduced an arbitrary amount of vodka into it, as he is known to do sometimes. Not that the 2 notions correlate, but Jin is complex like that. Jin should be worried, but he is not, because Kame’s threshold for alcohol is abnormally high for someone who looks so deceivingly frail. All alcohol does is give Kame a good buzz that is part of the secret that makes him all smiley and shiney. The other part is purely because Kame is a freak, or so Jin concludes. Jin has tried it the Kame way, but he wound up looking worse off, like he was on drugs much deadlier than alcohol, which earned him a painful rap on the knuckles, from both the almighty Johnny and Kame. Never mess with greatness was Kame’s take-home lesson for Jin during that episode, and before Jin could even say “greatness, my ass”, Kame ended his lesson with something unforgettable, never to be spoken of in public, but unforgettable.
“You did it deliberately, didn’t you?” Jin sometimes likes to show off that he is just as attuned to Kame as he is of him.
“And so what if I did?” Kame shrugs and applies his concealer under his eyebags as though it would actually help.
“Nice. The games must help your foreplay,” Ueda’s blasé comment makes Maru choke on the onigiri that he is stuffing his face with. Jin hopes that Ueda slips on those ugly sandals he loves so much.
Always the better person, Kame disregards the snide. Instead, he continues, “You know I don’t like it when you don’t believe me, even though I often speak the truth. This is just something to help you remember my words, so you’ll just have to live with the thought that just like you, millions of fans out there are having orgasms with the help of my naked body.”
“And you thought I was graphic,” Koki pipes in, he enjoys being the fuel to the fire.
Jin tsks, but knows better then to engage with Koki, not with Kame in the room.
“Don’t flatter yourself, you don’t have millions of fans,” Jin can be cleverer than given credit for if he puts his mind to it.
“Like that’s the issue,” Maru has finally recovered.
“Shut up, all of you,” Jin hates being undermined, which is the reason why he avoids picking a fight with Kame in public. At least in private, there are other means he could employ to distract Kame entirely from the argument. He can’t do any of those now.
There is silence for a while. Ueda, Maru and Koki find other amusement, especially when a new tray of food is brought into the room. Kame is meticulously putting on his face, and Jin tries to mentally recall the rest of Kame’s schedule so that he won’t be caught like a deer in front of headlights again.
“YATTA!” Junno’s annoying, high-pitched voice suddenly cuts through the air. He has just defeated the monster he was battling on the PSP for a good part of the verbal spar. “Hey Akanishi,” he says belatedly, “why don’t you get back at Kame then?”
“As if,” Kame snorts as he applies lip gloss, making his lips so invitingly shimmery that Jin often summons up all his restraint not to kiss them in front of the cameras. Maybe that is why he is so sullen most of the time.
At the moment though, Jin looks at Junno with epiphany in his gaze, particularly when he reads the text on his cell phone, from his manager, to let him know his own schedule for the week.
***
For all the wholesome perfectness that he portrays in front of the cameras, Kame has his kinks. Kinks that are very well hidden, that he hardly voices out unless under the influence of strong substances, but Jin knows. Oh, Jin knows them very well. That is why, with Junno’s words whirling around his head for most part of the week, Jin finds himself perusing the bedding section of the department store, decked in his usual disguise of hoodie-up, and mirrored aviators.
He thanks his lucky stars that he has this sliver of time carved out of his annoyingly packed schedule for the week. He thinks what an exemplary plotter he is, sacrificing the much needed, and let’s face it, well-deserved, sleep in order to carry out his well-laid plan to the tee. Jin sniggers as he makes his selection. He pays, expertly dodging the “is-it-him?-no-it-can’t-be” looks, and ducks out before he gets mobbed.
One more stop before home. Jin rounds the corner with just one hand guiding the steering wheel. He stops his car in a narrow alleyway and waits as a shady character shuffles towards the driver side of the car. Jin rolls down the window and asks gruffly, “You got the stuff?”
“Yeah, this is a good batch,” the man sniffles, holding out a tiny ziplock bag containing what looks misleadingly like Japanese tea leaves. Jin nods approvingly and shoves an envelope filled with a thick wad of cash into the man’s hand.
“Pleasure doing business,” the man salutes but Jin is already outta there. The man, even if a regular agriculturalist, popular with most of the Johnny’s boys, should not be interacted with more than necessary.
Back in his apartment, Jin responds to a text:
“This had better be good Akanishi. I’ve barely had a combined total of 8 hours sleep this past week.”
“You need a break then, Kamenashi. And you know you sleep like a baby in my arms.”
“Fuck you. You’re lucky I don’t have a night shoot tonight. I’ll be there by midnight.”
“Come as late as you want, and as many times as you want, sweetie.”
My, my, he’s in tip-top condition today, with the witty comebacks that rival whatever Kame delivers with finesse. Jin displays the alcohol on the counter, and pops the brownie mix into the oven. He hums as he changes his sheets with the newly purchased ones. He pauses a little as a tremor of fear courses through his body, Kame is unfathomably against sleeping on pre-washed sheets. Jin panics slightly, but in the next second, consoles himself that by the time he was done with him, Kame would not even notice. Jin chuckles maniacally, not unlike the evil-doers in cartoons. As an added precaution, he calls in on a favour that Uchi owes him. Let’s just say Uchi would have been caught for under-aged drinking much earlier than when he did if not for Jin.
It is this little favour that allows Jin to know exactly what time Kame leaves the set. The text from Uchi at around 9pm sends Jin into a tizzy. It is earlier than expected, but Jin is ready, dressed for the occasion, with brownies and Bailey’s on the coffee table. Just the way Kame likes it.
“Aw Jin, honey, you shouldn’t have,” Kame says sarcastically as he toes off his boots at the genkan, already having full view of what Jin has prepared.
“I always show you a good time, baby,” Jin grins as he settles on his couch. Kame raises one of his infamous eyebrows at Jin’s outfit, a pair of red silk boxers, nothing else.
“Jin,” Kame sighs, exhaustion clear in his eyes, “I’m in no mood. If you are not going to let me just sleep tonight, I’m going home.”
“Relax,” Jin places his hands in the position of mock surrender, “no hanky-panky, I promise, unless you want to.” Jin is technically not lying. He puffs his chest, proud that he thought of that clause.
“I definitely don’t want to, not tonight,” Kame sat himself down next to Jin and eyes the plate of brownies. “You baked?” Kame asks, skeptical.
“Of course not! When have you known me to bake? They’re from the bakery down the road,” Jin defends himself, hoping his nose hasn’t grown longer. He can’t afford to look like Nakamaru.
“What’s the occasion?” Kame reaches for a piece, never being able to resist anything chocolate.
“No occasion. Just you, coming over,” Jin pushes Kame a glass of Bailey’s. Kame is undefeated in his alcohol-threshold prowess, but only because nobody ever orders Bailey’s during social occasions. Bailey’s is a girlie drink, and Kame’s downfall, because he can never resist an offer of it, and he can never stop, once he starts. And Kame needs to have brownies with Bailey’s. It is just the way the universe works, Kame had once explained. Jin hopes that Kame is too fatigued to pick up on what Jin is trying to do. Fortunately, Kame is.
“These are good. I’m so hungry! I haven’t had a bite since this morning,” Kame gushes as he washes down his first piece of brownie by draining his glass. Jin tops it up and absentmindedly reaches for a brownie too. It is only after he’s worked his way through half that he realizes what he has done. He frowns, and then shrugs, deciding that he should eat too, so that Kame doesn’t suspect anything. He just would not eat as much.
“And Jin,” Kame says after he polishes his second square, “why are you wearing that? You know how much I hate silk.”
You say that now, Jin thinks as he watches Kame drain the last drop of their first bottle of Bailey’s.
“I LOVE you in SILK, Jin, Jin, you belong to me, don’t you Jin?” Kame’s head lolls around the back of the couch as he giggles irrepressibly. Jin smiles in satisfaction, looking at the last few crumbs of what was a dozen squares of pot brownies, of which Kame had eight, and Jin, four. Next to the plate were 2 empty bottles of Bailey’s. Jin’s mind is buzzing pleasantly, and can only imagine what a trip Kame’s mind is bringing him on.
“Mmmmm…..silk…….” Kame places his cheek on Jin’s lap and nuzzles, feeling the silk against his skin. Jin shivers as a part of him awakens, particularly when Kame is nuzzling so enthusiastically. “Sexy, sexy, Jin………OHhhhh……” Kame inhales deeply as his nose is smooshed in Jin’s groin, “you smell like SSSssssseeexxxxx…..” Jin doesn’t know whether he should laugh or gasp as his body reacts. Kame all high and trippy is fun, fun, fun. Jin bends down and whispers in Kame’s ear, “Kazuya baby, there’s a surprise for you in the bedroom…..”
“REALLY? GOODIE!!” Kame bounces out of the couch like a jackrabbit on crack, technically, yeah, Kame was on, well, not crack, but something that causes a similar effect. He prances towards Jin’s bedroom but Jin stumbles up and stops him just in time.
“No no, baby, you have to close your eyes,” Jin giggles, feeling the pot fog up his brain.
“Ok,” Kame is obedient. Jin’s goofy smile never leaves his face as he leads Kame into the room.
“Stand here, don’t move and don’t open your eyes until I say so.” Jin instructs.
“Ok,” Kame complies willingly.
Jin's moves to the bed and hops in, posing with his hands behind his head, trying to look as desirable as he possibly can.
“Alright, now, you can open your eyes,” Jin urges after a few seconds.
Kame does as he is told. He shrieks, “SATIN SHEETS!!! I LOVE, I ADORE, LOVE LOVE LOVE, SATIN SHEETS!!! AND IT’S CHOCOLATE! Chocolate chocolate chocolate. I LOVE CHOCOLATE! I LOVE CHOCOLATE SATIN SHEETS!!!”
Jin listens to Kame’s blabbering, highly amused. He recalls an incident, some years ago, when Kame had frowned in disdain at Jin’s newly purchased black satin sheets.
“What? They are the epitome of sexy,” younger Jin had said.
“No, they’re tacky. I won’t be caught dead having sex on them,” Kame was such a tight-ass then.
But, it was on one drunken night which Jin remembers more vividly than Kame, when Kame’s alcohol threshold was still not at its prime, that they had tumbled onto those sheets, with Kame professing that it was hot, so hot, and sexy as hell, and had begged Jin to ravish him again and again. Jin remembers how beautiful Kame looked against those sheets, and how it was one of the best sex he had ever had.
Of course, the following morning, Kame had woken up mortified and had blamed the alcohol. But, even as Kame went on his rampage, his eyes never left the sheets, and he had chewed his lower lip at every pause, and it was then that Jin knew better. Jin had thrown away those sheets at Kame’s insistence because, to quote Kame, “they are disgraceful”. Jin didn’t think much about it, the stains would have been a bitch to get rid of anyway, and since then, Jin had never really tried again, until now.
Kame is by Jin’s side, having jumped onto the bed in glee, and he is rolling around, making little childlike squeals. Jin finds Kame endearing when he is like this.
“Kazuya,Kazuya, you’re tired remember? You should sleep now,” Jin is teasing.
Kame shook his head, “Don’t wanna, ne Jin?” Kame is looking at him with wide eyes. Jin is reminded of a 14-year-old Kame. His heart melts.
“What is it Kazuya?” He runs his fingers through Kame’s hair. Jin recognizes the irony that in this situation, Jin is now the one acting like the adult. Their roles have been reversed.
“Can I take off my clothes?”
“You can do anything you want, baby,” Jin’s heart skips a beat, and his cock, well, it just skips.
“Yay!” Kame undresses in record time, tossing his clothes haphazardly all over the room. His boxers lands on the bedside lamp, and for some reason, Kame finds it very funny. He collapses on his stomach and laughs good and hard. Jin laughs along, stroking Kame’s naked back, up and down, feeling its smoothness, and savouring the warmness forming in his groin.
Kame’s hand finds its way to Jin’s boxers, “Mmmm…silk and satin…..I likey…..” Kame’s hand caressed the silky material, brushing every now and then on Jin’s cock, frustrating Jin no end. Jin’s eyes wander over to look at Kame, even as he pants quietly with arousal. He watches as Kame wriggles on his stomach, and Jin realizes that Kame was rubbing his cock on the sheets, turning himself on. Jin groans at the sight.
Rather abruptly, Kame’s lighthearted giggles turn into sensual moans. Jin watches as Kame grinds down harder on the sheets, and Jin bites his tongue to keep control. He stops Kame’s hand on his boxers, his cock already hard and proud. He runs his hand down Kame’s back again, and Kame moans louder and wriggles more violently.
“Kazuya,” Jin’s voice is husky.
“Hmmmm…..?”
“Turn over, there’s more.”
“More?” Kame turns, hissing as he does so, his erect cock grazing the sheets.
Jin props himself up on his elbows and smiles down at his lover. Jin notes that Kame’s eyes no longer have the glazed child-like look. It has since been replaced by something darker, lustier, and they glistened insanely. Jin leans in and captures Kame’s lips with his. The kiss is returned, all tongue, sloppy, slurping. Jin tugs on something. He frees the satin cover sheet from under Kame and he breaks the kiss.
“Jin……” Kame almost whines.
“Ssshhh…..you’re going to feel real good soon…..” Jin takes the sheet and begins to flutter it over Kame’s body.
“Jin….” This time, it comes out breathier. Jin drifts the cloth over Kame’s face, over his chest, over his stomach, over his cock, brushing, barely touching, and Kame arches high, turned on, and breathing hard. Every time the cloth floats past his cock, it would twitch slightly and Kame would hiss. Jin feels the ball of pressure within his gut, and wonders how long he could hold out. Just a little longer, he thinks, Kame looks to good, too sexy, too wanton for things to end now.
“Jin, oh god, Jin…….it’s…..so….good……” Kame pants.
“Hnnn….not…hnnn……enough…….” Kame voices, writhing, arching.
Jin fluffs the thin sheet to cover Kame from head to toe. Jin tops Kame and kisses Kame through the cloth. His eyes, his cheeks and finally his lips. Jin feels Kame’s tongue, and the kiss is strange but oh so grrrrrrr…..
At this point, Kame is completely lost in sensations. The satin on his skin is cold yet hot at the same time, and whatever Jin is doing, oh god, whatever Jin is doing was taking him higher and higher than he ever thought possible. Kame feels Jin’s hands caressing him over the fabric, and the heat from Jin’s skin is burning through, and it is driving him crazy. Just when Kame thinks in his fuzzy mind that it could not get any better, Jin grabs his cock with the satin wrapped around. Jin pumps harder and fast, and Kame is unfolding, coming undone with rapid speed. The cloth around him, and Jin’s actions, it’s too much. Kame jolts and almost sits up, he is just there, just there, and then Jin stops.
“Jin….no…..” Kame is begging now, and if Jin was sober and not so fucking aroused, he would have been smug. But, he is too far gone to even care. All he knows is that he is craving Kame. But there is one more thing that Jin wants to do.
“You’re going to feel so hot, baby,” Jin growls as he guides Kame to open his legs and bend his knees. Jin folds the satin cloth over Kame’s cock and ass and positions himself. He holds his cock steady in the place he presumes Kame’s opening is, and he nudges and strokes it with his erection, with the cloth as a shield, blocking him from really penetrating.
Kame hisses and bucks, moaning and whining. He bucks harder, as though trying to break through the barrier, wanting Jin inside him, now, now, NOW! And yet, the satin, oh good god, the satin……
Jin looks through half-lidded eyes, and notices that the cloth covering Kame’s cock was wet with his pre-cum, and Jin loses it.
“Kazuya…..lube…..?” Jin tries to be considerate even as he grits his teeth at the thought of prolonging his pain just so Kame is prepared.
“I don’t….hnnn…give a …..fuck…Jin….want……HNNNN…..you ……NOW!” Kame raises his hips, and Jin throws all caution to the wind. He flings the sheet aside, and plunges, plunges deep. Kame cries out and grips Jin’s shoulders, allowing the rest of the sheet to drape around his body.
“Jin, oh god, Jin…..Jin….Jin…..”
“Kazuya….fucking tight…….Kazuya……” Jin’s hand reaches to palm Kame’s cock, to help him along.
The feel of Jin’s hand, part directly on his skin, part masked by the satin sheet drives Kame mad. He moves his lower half to Jin’s rhythm, and with a shout, “love you, Jin,” he ejaculates hard, white streaks of hot semen on chocolate satin sheets. Kame is still trembling from his orgasm when Jin tenses and releases, the force of Jin’s orgasm makes Kame tremble even more.
Jin collapses on top of Kame, not caring about anything else except to ride the waves. When his strength returns, Jin heaves off Kame, surprised that Kame has not said even a peep in complaint. Then, he knows why, Kame is out cold, all wrapped up in the dirty satin sheet.
You’re a kinky freak, Kazuya, Jin thinks as he pulls the sheet off the bed and cleans both himself and Kame up. Jin shrugs in resignation. He does love this freak, he admits, as he pulls a heavy quilt, also in a satin quilt cover, over them. It is not long before Jin too is asleep.
It feels like he has only slept for a couple of minutes when Jin’s alarm wakes him up the next morning. He jumps up and fumbles with his cell phone, desperately trying to turn it off so as not to wake his partner. Once the dratted alarm is switched off, Jin jumps out of bed, remembering why he has set the alarm so early in the first place. He grabs his camera, with pictures already taken throughout the week. Jin stands by the foot of the bed, and looks at Kame, still fast asleep, with a small smile on his face. Jin wonders what Kame is dreaming about, he hopes that it is him. Jin places the camera on the nightstand and tucks Kame in more securely, making sure that every part of him is inconspicuously covered. He then picks the camera up and shoots.
Oh, Kame will go berserk if he finds out what he is doing, Jin has no doubt. But, Kame’s not going to see this, Jin reasons as he dresses. Kame only ever watches anything Jin is in when Jin actually makes him, and always belatedly, because Kame just never has the time. And Kame sure wouldn’t see this one, he would still be dead to the world when it airs later this morning. This is just Jin’s little way of getting back at Kame for the stunt he pulled the week before. No harm will come of it. Besides, it isn’t as though Kame did not enjoy himself in the process.
Jin smirks as he shuts the front door behind him, but wipes it off his face with a wave of nausea. Damn Hanamaru café for airing so early in the morning. Frankly, Jin is still a little out of it, and wishes nothing more than to curl back onto the satin sheets with Kame.
But go on set, Jin does. He hands the producer the memory card dutifully. He sits in make-up and follows as he is led to his seat in front of the camera. The show starts, but Jin is still hung over, barely managing to focus and try to smile. And yet, when the picture is shown to the viewers, Jin does have the decency to blush, even as he lies through his teeth, that there is no one under there. Only there is, one very drugged out, hung over and naked Kamenashi Kazuya.
Epilogue
There is some fumbling, but Jin manages to get his key into the lock even as his hands are trembling with anticipation. He has been having ants in his pants all day as he goes through the motions of a full day at work. But each and every hour, he would get a text from Kame, and each text makes it more difficult for him to concentrate.
Right after the Hanamaru café session, Jin receives the first text from Kame, telling him that he had the mother of all headaches and has called in sick that day. There is also something about how in his absence, they will film all the Uchi, Tegoshi and the ballet guy’s parts first. Jin doesn’t care about that. What thoroughly concerns him are the subsequently hourly texts, in which Kame was violating the phone’s key pad with words so naughty and so dirty that has made Jin think about 100-year-old grandmothers in an orgy together to help him get through the day. The last text, just half an hour ago promises that Kame would be fully naked, on the couch, legs spread out, just waiting for Jin to come home.
“Oh god, Kazuya, I can’t take it anymore, I….” Jin immediately breaks into desperate monologue when he gets the door open, fully expecting a Kame feast before him. What he sees, however, that stops him mid-speech, is Kame, fully-clothed, sitting on the couch, arms crossed on his chest, with an expression so cold that it sends shivers down Jin’s spine.
Uh oh.
“I watched something very interesting on TV this morning,” Kame begins, his voice is low and steady, like the calm before a storm.
Uh oh.
“I woke up, dizzy and hung over as hell. I thought, since I was feeling shittier than I usually feel, I should call in sick, make myself some coffee and nap the day away so that I can please my lover again at night. But then, I saw something very interesting on TV.”
Jin’s eyes are everywhere but on Kame.
“Would you like to guess what I saw?”
In his head, Jin says the word “no” but he doesn’t utter a single word out loud.
Kame stands up and walks towards Jin. Jin tries to run but Kame has him by the collar. Kame tugs Jin onto the couch and straddles him, rendering Jin helplessly locked between Kame’s legs.
“You,” Kame jabs Jin in the chest so hard that it knocks some wind out of Jin, “drugged me, had sex with me, took a picture of me, NAKED, and showed it on national TV???!!! IS THIS YOUR WAY OF GETTING BACK AT ME??!!!” Kame’s voice goes up an octave.
Jin cringes, “No one actually SAW you naked……..” Jin freezes when Kame death-glares down at him. Kame’s rule, and Jin knows it well, is never to mix work with personal life. It is only now that Jin realizes the full repercussions of his action.
Kame is scarily still. Jin is not willing to risk saying anything, for fear of making things worse. Kame shakes in fury, and is just about to continue on his rampage, when his phone rings, a text.
Saved by the bell, Jin thinks, as Kame gets off him and reads the text in a corner.
Jin is a little disconcerted when the next thing Kame does is turn to him and smile. Kame walks past him and pats him on the cheek on his way out, leaving Jin speechless and more than a little bit worried. What if Kame never wants to have sex with him ever again?
Kame on the other hand, has gears turning in his head as he drives off. As if he can go for long without having sex with Jin. But there is no harm in Jin thinking otherwise. Besides, the phone message has turned the tables in Kame’s favour. Let’s see how Jin reacts when he finds out that Kame will be in full-on drag glory, Jin’s pet peeve, no one can see Kazuya in drag but me, Jin had once proclaimed, in the coming episode of his drama. Kame gets turned on as he plots. He hopes the sex will be just as good, maybe even better, than the one last night.