[Fic] Just For This

Jul 07, 2011 16:54

 

Kame barely acknowledges the quiet sound of his front door opening and closing. Only 2 people have his spare key. One of them is his mum, and he knows that she doesn’t make late night visits. He continues with what he is doing, flipping to the next page of his stapled set of papers, and twirling the pen he has in his right hand. He does, however, flick a look at his wall clock, and clicks his tongue slightly at the time.

I’ve just landed, but I’m going for drinks with the crew beforehand. Will be there by 11pm, read the email he received earlier in the evening. The time is now inching close to 12.30am.

Jin kicks off his boots at the genkan and makes his way to the bedroom, a well rehearsed apologetic smile on his face. That smile however, doesn’t disguise the slight pinkness in his cheeks, and the drunken glisten in his eyes.

“Tadaima,” he slurs once he’s at the doorframe. He tosses a huge duffle across and it lands to the right of the bed, his side. His backpack, he places more carefully against the wall near the door. His precious Macbook is in there. He leans against the frame and crosses his arms, taking in the sight in front of him.

“Okaeri,” is Kame’s automatic reply, not looking up from the papers. He is sitting up, with his back against the headrest on the left side of the double bed, legs stretched out and crossed in front of him, a stack of papers resting on his thighs. He is wearing cotton boxers and a grubby old sleep shirt, emblazoned with his junior high school crest. It is ill fitting because Kame has grown over the years, but it’s comfortable, soft to the touch, and it is Jin’s favourite. Kame’s now short hair (a sportscaster needs to look semi-decent) falls softly and shapelessly, devoid of products, natural.

Jin walks over and Kame stretches his neck to meet Jin’s lips for a quick hello kiss. He wrinkles his nose at the strong smell of alcohol.

“You reek,” Kame comments, finally setting down his papers to look at Jin’s face, “let me guess, tequila?”

Smiling as he shrugs, Jin straightens up and stretches, arms reaching high, almost touching the ceiling. “That, and the stuff I had on the plane, you know I can never fly sober.”

“Incorrigible,” Kame grumbles, but a small smile escapes his lips. “You’re not going to be able to sleep with the jet lag and alcohol in your system,” Kame chides more from experience than from theory.

“That’s why I have you,” Jin tries to leer but Kame mock scoffs. He goes back to his work. Jin, seeing that he’s not going to get anywhere for the time being, walks out of the room into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“While you’re out there, could you get me one too?” Kame shouts. Jin doesn’t reply, but pours another glass from the jug in the fridge. Kame grunts a thanks as he accepts the glass from Jin when Jin walks back in. He finishes the drink in one go, well aware that Jin is watching him, watching his throat as it moves with the glugs. He hands it back to Jin’s waiting hand, and looks over his paper as Jin turns to go back to kitchen. He hears the tap turn as Jin rinses the glasses.

“Who drove you here?  Pi?” Kame asks cursorily as he scribbles something down.

“No, it was Yu today. Designated driver. Poor guy nursed apple juice all night,” Jin chortles as he makes his way round and crawls up the right side of the bed. His hand, still wet from the sink, makes a perfect imprint on the sheets. He half leans in, and rests his cheek on Kame’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Jin squints at the notes and scribbles, recognizing that Kame is looking at lyric sheets.

“Rearranging song parts,” Kame says distracted, cancelling out Jin’s name, and giving the part to Taguchi and Nakamaru instead.

Jin sighs heavily and buries his nose in Kame’s t-shirt, inhaling the sweet-sour-ish Kazuya smell lingering from not being washed for a few days.

“Well, it’s not my fault I have the extra work. Someone up and left, remember?” Kame retorts half-accusingly. Jin remains quiet, knowing better than to engage on the subject. He touches Kame’s hand lightly with his pinky, and it is Kame’s turn to sigh.

“It’s just that it still doesn’t sound right, what the sound producers did. I thought I’d give it a shot before our next stage, to see if I can do better. Maybe it’ll never sound right, but I have to try, and we’ll just have to get used to it,” Kame bites the pen and turns to look at Jin. Jin simply stares up at Kame, and it’s a look that Kame has seen a lot of the past few months.

Eyes warm and slightly forgiving, Kame takes hold of Jin’s hand. “Look, why don’t you take a shower? I’ll be done with this when you’re done in there.”

Kame is true to his word. When Jin comes out of the bathroom in a puff of steam, Kame had already packed aside the papers. Now, somewhat more sober, Jin is more acutely aware how lucky he is to have Kame, particularly when he sees a cup of warm milk waiting for him on the nightstand. He pulls on a pair of boxers taken from his personal drawer in Kame’s wardrobe, and takes up the cup. He walks out the to balcony where Kame is. Kame likes to look out at the lights; it’s his way of unwinding before bed.

“Thanks,” Jin’s voice is soft.

“Mmmm,” Kame replies, and they stand side by side in silence for a while, the time Jin takes to finish up the steaming contents in his cup. He pulls Kame back into the bedroom, sliding the balcony door shut. He sets the empty cup down and winds his arms around Kame’s waist. Kame leans forward and licks the corners of Jin’s mouth.

“Sloppy drinker,” Kame laughs, tickled by Jin’s milk mustache. Jin runs his tongue over his upper lip, not really trying to be seductive, but Kame stares anyway. How adorable, Jin thinks as he moves to kiss the man in his arms. It starts off pure and clean, mouths well angled that come with much practice, tasting each other. Jin loves the way Kame’s mouth tastes, a unique sweetness that is always there, sometimes hidden behind other tastes - lipgloss, beer, tamago gaki gohan, this time, toothpaste. It’s a sort of challenge for Jin to draw that special taste out, and lap it up like a drug he cannot get enough of.

Kame ventures the first tongue, nudging Jin’s mouth to open just that little bit wider. He licks and massages Jin’s tongue with his, their lips locked together in suction. Kame’s hands move from Jin’s bare shoulders up to his face. His palms cup Jin’s cheeks and his fingers thread through the beginning of Jin’s hairline. Jin’s hair is still damp from the shower, and Kame feels little droplets on his fingers. Kame smiles, and the curving of his lips breaks the kiss.

The dazed look in Jin’s eyes that goes so much deeper than being alcohol induced is hard to miss. Jin pants softly, breath taken away, and Kame smiles wider. He’s so beautiful, Jin thinks. “What?” Jin gasps, breathless.

“Just,” Kame begins as his eyes rove all over Jin’s body. Jin feels so exposed, like he’s being raped by Kame’s eyes alone. Jin flushes from his chest to his cheeks. He’s so beautiful, Kame thinks. “You.” Kame finishes, and tilts his head up for another kiss.

This time, Jin controls the kiss. He first ghosts over Kame’s lips, pulling away just as Kame opens his mouth in welcome. He does it a few times, just nipping and pulling away, until Kame becomes impatient and presses closer, fingers disappearing into Jin’s thick hair.

“You shaved,” Kame comments in between the soft kisses, his own lips pecking Jin wherever he could reach, the sides of his mouth, his chin.

“Yeah. For you. On the plane,” Jin toys with the hem of Kame’s old t-shirt as his lips move from Kame’s mouth to his neck. He rubs his stubble free chin against Kame’s skin just next to his adam’s apple, and Kame hums in satisfaction.

Soft finger pads find their way under Kame’s t-shirt finally, ghosting a trail on Kame’s lower back. Kame moans long and languid, his own hands dipping into Jin’s boxers and caressing his ass cheeks. Kame bends and licks one of Jin’s nipples. He laughs quietly as the nipple retracts, and Jin’s body moves slightly backwards from the sudden sensations. Kame teases again, stiffening his tongue as he draws circles with it around that nipple, and Jin gasps, a big warm hand in Kame’s hair, messing up the strands. He takes the nub, now hard and protruding, in between his teeth and bites down very gently. That action finally draws his name from Jin’s lips.

“Kazuya.”

Standing up straight and drawing out his hands from Jin’s boxers, Kame says with a look that promises more, “I think it’s time for bed.”

Jin nods, swallowing his desire, and settles into the bed while Kame switches off the lights. Jin frowns a little when planet earth appears and glows on the ceiling. Kame and his superfluous, pretentious gadgets.

“You had better not be rolling your eyes,” Kame chides as he lies down next to Jin. Jin does it anyway, just to be defiant. He rolls on his side, and makes out Kame’s outline in the dull, bluish tint of the room. Kame too is on his side, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

“I hate that thing. It spoils the mood,” Jin complains as he moves Kame’s hair away from his face and kisses his eyelids.

“Deal with it,” Kame’s comeback has no bite as he wriggles closer, hand moving across the width of Jin’s broad shoulder. Their lips come together, this time without the teasing of the previous kisses. The kissing now is deep, passionate, a dry match being struck, lighting the fire. Jin’s hands tug at Kame’s t-shirt, making it even more stretched than it already is.

“Why is this still on you?” Jin growls, his nose close to Kame’s skin just behind his ear. There is a scent there, Kame’s pheromones, that stirs the primal need within Jin. It is as though he is meant to mate with this man, and this man only. Nothing turns Jin on as much.

Kame laughs, low and hearty. He moves his body in co-operation as Jin insists that there still must be body contact even as he struggles to remove the t-shirt.

“If you tear it, I can’t seduce you with it anymore,” Kame mocks the minute the t-shirt is off and tangled in the sheets.

“Oh, is that why I can’t keep my hands off you right now?” Jin’s hands, now unrestricted, are touching Kame everywhere, feeling the soft, silky skin, every bump of Kame’s bones and muscles.

“Uh huh,” Kame answers, distracted. He presses closer to Jin, rubbing their chests together. He buries his face in Jin’s shoulder, and proceeds to nip a straight row of love bites, small but red. Jin is his.

The bites sting, but Jin’s senses are too heightened for him to care. He thinks about the next morning, seeing the purple bruises in the mirror as he dresses, and just how sexy it is to be marked by Kame. Jin moans at the thought, and the desire for Kame flares. Jin feels his cock swell as he pushes Kame’s boxers down to his thighs. Kame is half hard, his dark pink cock curled and nestled in coarse, wiry strands. Jin slides down and licks. He sees the cock jump and twitch, and Kame whines and nudges at Jin’s face with his crotch.

Jin obliges, taking in Kame’s length bit by bit, feeling the erection grow in his mouth. His lips are stretched tight, and he feels Kame’s cock almost to the back of his throat. He controls his gag, and takes Kame in deeper. He sucks hard, hollowing his cheeks and breathing through his nose. He continues with it a few more times, and he is rewarded with a violent buck as Kame arches. Jin tastes the bitterness of pre-cum on his tongue, and he sucks it up.

“Jin”, Kame exhales, hands clawing at his sheets, a thin film of sweat on his skin.

Releasing Kame with a loud pop, Jin moves up and presses himself flush against his lover. He grinds, he’s so hard, his cock has peeked out over the band of his boxers. He whispers, “Kazuya” in Kame’s ear as Kame lays a hand on his crotch, massaging his erection through the cotton, already slightly wet.

“Someone’s very happy,” Kame’s voice is tight, his jaw clenched, face flushed, eyes barely open.

“Very very happy,” Jin barely manages as he guides Kame’s hand to pull off his boxers. Kame obeys, lowering them till Jin’s knees. Jin kicks them off and the minute he does so, he feels Kame’s warm hand wrap around his girth. He is so thick and hard that he fills Kame’s hand. Kame plugs his slit with his thumb and Jin yelps, a violent shudder courses through his system. Kame presses down harder and Jin almost says “don’t”. The sensations are just too intense. He bites his lips, choking whines escaping.

Kame works on him, using his pre-cum as lube, simultaneously palming his own erection. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of painful arousal, the smell of them.  Their rough pants fill the room, there is not enough air between them as they chase their release. Jin’s eyes are closed, and he is feeling hot, so hot. His knees are bent, and sweat is trickling from the back of them, down his calves. He thrusts into Kame’s fist, and moves faster. He doesn’t know where he is anymore, not caring, and he feels it, right there, right there.

And then, it stops. His cock is suddenly hit with a slight cold breeze. Kame’s hand is no longer on him. Jin groans, almost angry, and he opens his eyes. They are met with fiery caramel irises, and pupils dilated so much that Jin can drown in the pools of black. Kame is just as aroused as he is, sweat beading at his forehead, little droplets on his eyelashes.

Jin is so bedazzled by Kame’s face that he doesn’t realize, until he prickles and shivers, that a condom is being rolled on him, and he raises his hips to the motion. He takes hold of Kame’s hand, oily from the lubrication. He kisses each finger as Kame straddles him, enjoying how Kame is mesmerized by the action of his lips.

Kame leans forward, positions himself, and rolls over the tip of Jin’s cock. Jin throws his head back and moans, arching higher, wanting to penetrate. But Kame moves out of reach, a playful smirk on his lips, even as his breaths come out shallow. He does it a few times, just rolling, rolling, but not letting Jin in. It drives Jin to frustration.

“Brat,” Jin finally says and places his hands on Kame’s hip. If Kame isn’t so turned on, he would giggle. But, every fibre of his being is on fire, crackling, snapping. If Jin hadn’t grabbed him when he did, Kame would have surrendered his play and bore down. He let Jin guide him, brows furrowed in concentration. He feels Jin’s tip push through and he curves his back, feeling pleasure in the pain. Jin pushes Kame’s hips down further, meeting him halfway, hoisting up his own ass, and soon, Jin is in to the hilt.

Jin moves out slowly, and pushes in again. They both give a moan of pleasure. Jin moves again, a few more times, excruciatingly slow, feeling Kame’s hot walls coat his cock. Too slow, Kame thinks feverishly, and he sits up. He shudders as the sensations change. He feels Jin’s girth acutely, throbbing within him. Kame lifts up, and slams down, angling so that Jin’s cock hits his prostate. He jolts, head thrown back, hands on Jin’s knees for support.

Jin watches, takes in the sight of Kame, gorgeous, amazing, all his. He moves his hips to Kame’s rhythm, willing his own eyes open to take in the miracle in front of him. He focuses on the point where they connect and is overwhelmed with so much love. Sometimes, he cannot believe that this man that is so wantonly opening himself up to him loves him just as much. Kame’s cock is bouncing, hard and proud, between them. Jin takes it and pumps it, feeling the familiar size in his fist. There is a small smile on Kame’s lips as he moves, and Jin’s heart soars.

The tight ball in Jin’s gut spreads out, and he’s not going to last any longer. He works his hand faster around Kame, and Jin groans as the walls around him close in as hot semen spill into his fist in rapid spurts. Kame reaching his orgasm, stilling, riding his high. Jin wants to wait, he really does, but his release is fast coming, and so he thrusts up, Kame’s body like a rag doll, just following the movement. It doesn’t matter though, because Kame is muttering filthy things in his incoherence.

“Fuck me, baby, I’m yours, only yours. Fuck me hard. You’re so big, and I can feel you stretching me. So good, so hot. Jin, you’re so so hot, so sexy, you make me feel so good, oh god, Jin, oh god…..”

And Jin comes, bucking hard, jolting, feeling every molten spurt as he empties himself into Kame. For a long moment, he loses himself to the high. He sees stars, instead of that stupid illumination on the ceiling, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

When Jin comes to, he feels a weight on him. He smiles and hugs Kame closer, taking in their post-coital scent. It is musky, comfortable, sexy, a mixture of them. Kame purrs contentedly and stretches. He returns Jin’s smile with a tired one of his own. He moves Jin’s sweaty hair away from his face and leans in to kiss Jin softly.

“Mmmm…..” Jin hums appreciatively, relaxing, feeling heavy in his bones.

“Do you think you can sleep now?” Kame asks gently, looking into Jin’s eyes.

Jin responds by closing them. He moves them both so that he is spooning Kame. He feels Kame try to pull away, possibly wanting to clean them up. The condom, heavy at the base, is still hanging loosely off Jin. But, Jin pulls him in tighter.

“Jin,” Kame has that tone.

“No,” Jin says into Kame’s hair, wet with sweat, “you feel too good.”

Kame hears that Jin’s voice is laden with sleep, and sighs, settling into Jin’s arms.

“Jin?”

“Hmmmm?”

“How long are you back for?” Kame wonders if Jin still has the presence of mind to answer him.

“I have to be back in LA on Tuesday,” comes Jin’s sleepy reply. It is already Sunday.

“Did you come home just for this?” Kame strokes Jin’s arms, easing him into dreamland.

“Yes,” Jin mutters before drifting off, “yes, I did.”

[fan fic] just for this

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