[Fan Fic] The One Where Jin Is Cold
Title: The One Where Jin Is Cold
Author: blinkbling24
Pairing: Akame
Genre: Fluff, Crack
Rating: R
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: Jin is cold, and Kame is, well, Kame.
A/N: The weather's becoming very cold, and I seem to be inspired to write when there's a change in weather. And besides, there are several issues about Jin that has been brewing in me, and what better way to tell Jin then to let Kame do it :) This is a fluffy one!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The words “morning” and “cold” are Jin’s least favourite words in the dictionary, be it in English or Japanese, or in any other language that has those words as part of its vocabulary, which, essentially, are all languages. He barely even tolerates one of those words, so imagine Jin’s mood when he gets hit by both of them.
And he is. Right this very moment.
He stirs from under the mound of thick duvet that he has wrapped tightly around him like a cocoon and wonders half-heartedly the reason he has been so rudely woken up. Then, he shivers. Goddammit! It’s fuckin’ cold. He heaves a deep breath of bravery and sticks an arm out, searching for something on the bedside table.
That something he is reaching blindly for - the remote control to turn on the A/C which he has set to heater mode 2 weeks ago - is not there, neither is the bedside table for that matter. He pulls his arm back under the covers and curses how his arm is already cold from being exposed to the elements for a mere 10 seconds.
Damn. He is not in his bed. This only means one thing. He is in Kame’s bed. Jin groans and attempts to curl the duvet tighter around him, if it is even possible. He is wrapped so tight not even a mosquito could find a crack to get through to bite his bare ass. Mosquitoes die a well deserved death in winter, Jin briefly muses before settling on the fact that he is a completely naked filling in his self-made comforter gyoza.
Wait a minute. Jin rolls himself to Kame’s side of the bed. He is unwilling to pop his head out into the cold, and rolling is the only way to find out if Kame was still in bed with him. As expected, Kame’s side of the bed is empty.
Jin wills himself to get warm, even as he berates Kame under his breath. That man is impervious to the cold, which explains the lack of heating equipment in his bedroom. Who fucking wears bermudas and slippers on a fishing expedition at the tail end of autumn anyway? Oh. Jin stops his thoughts. He remembers how he had let slip their bedroom conversation by “guessing” correctly during the recording of that episode, and he shudders, not sure if it’s from the cold, or from the recollection of Kame’s icy treatment of him after the cameras were turned off. Jin’s pretty sure it’s from the cold though, because Kame has since forgiven him.
What time is it? It still feels like morning. If not for the fact that Jin does indeed need to get up sometime before 12 noon because of an early afternoon schedule, he is usually not inclined to ask that question. The fact that Kame is not in bed with him does nothing to indicate the time of day - Kame has an unfathomable habit, to Jin at least, of waking up early regardless of schedule, and Kame also has the infuriating habit of letting Jin sleep in until the very last possible minute before he wakes Jin up in the rudest ways possible, none of which involves sex or the prelude to sex, in which case, Jin would gladly wake up for. Unfortunately, those instances are often left to special occasions, as stipulated in Kame’s rule book.
It is getting too cold to bear in his naked form. Jin gallantly throws the comforter off himself, in hope to grab his boxers, jeans and flannel shirt off the floor where he is sure were strewn during last night’s nocturnal activity and put them on. Alas, it is not to be. They are nowhere in sight, Kame must have put them in the wash as he usually does just to get on Jin’s nerves, and the thought of getting up and walking 2 metres to Kame’s wardrobe to grab his spare set of clothes is enough to send Jin back into the gyoza like state.
“Kame??! Kame!!!!!! KAMENASHI KAZUYA!!!!!!!!!”
Jin hears shuffling from beyond the bedroom door for a couple of seconds before it opens excruciatingly slowly, allowing Jin the gradual sight of his boyfriend dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that are actually for running, but Kame uses it to lounge around at home.
Forgetting himself for a minute, Jin asks, “Aren’t you fucking cold, you freak?” only it comes out muffled, because only his eyes are peering out from under the duvet.
“I have been sitting at the kotatsu drinking my coffee, and reading.” It does not really answer Jin’s question, but that question is purely rhetorical anyway.
“I’m cold.”
Kame ignores Jin and drops a couple of magazines on the bed, making sure they open exactly where he wants Jin to see them.
“Did you hear me? I’m cold.” Jin pretends not to see what Kame wants him to.
“I heard you. I’m not. What’s your point?”
“What’s YOUR point?” Jin’s voice is still muffled.
“What are these?” Kame gestures at the array of magazines lined up haphazardly as he sits on the bed by Jin’s side. Kame must have been catching up on his reading. Unlike normal people, Kame is too busy to read magazines off the bat. He accumulates them and reads them all at one go when he has time, which is this morning, and the subject of his reading is Jin.
Jin rolls his eyes and looks, “My BANDAGE promotion magazine articles.”
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
“I didn’t say that. You have a hearing problem.” It’s too cold and too morning for Jin to really process Kame’s abnormal thought progressions.
“I KNOW it’s your BANDAGE promotion articles. I’m asking about this.” He points at several pages as though he’s stabbing them with a penknife.
“I have no fucking idea what you’re trying to kill with your finger,” Jin shifts. A cold draft seems to be coming from Kame’s direction.
“I thought we had an agreement that no one sees your bedroom eyes but me?”
“Huh?” Jin blinks cluelessly, “When did we make that agreement?”
Kame stares at Jin for a long while, completely unsympathetic of the fact that Jin is shivering uncontrollably.
“Fuck. It must have been during sex.”
Makes sense, thinks Jin, Kame remembers a lot of things during sex, about the sex, that he doesn’t.
“I’m an idol.” As though that answers Kame’s question. Jin’s teeth are chattering.
“And I’m not?” Kame raises an eyebrow and Jin thinks that today is probably the day Kame’s special eyebrow technician is coming to work miracles. Kame treasures his eyebrow technician, because that lady gives him the most awesome eyebrows, the envy of many an idol. Although, Jin does not really care, he wishes Kame treasures him more than his beloved eyebrow technician sometimes.
Jin recalls his conversation with Yamapi on the subject:
“He invited his eyebrow technician to his brother’s wedding, and I can’t even go lest the paparazzi pounce on me, on us.”
“Heck, Jin, if I had his eyebrow technician, I’ll marry her, much less just invite her to my brother’s wedding.”
“Pi, you’re not helping!”
Shit. Kame’s dratted eyebrows are still raised expectant of a reply.
“We’re supposed to do bedroom eyes, and do and wear other sexy stuff to sell these glossy pieces of shit.”
“Oh? Is that why you insist on wearing your limited number of fedoras and grow pubic hair on your chin?” The mock epiphany in Kame’s voice is obvious.
“OY!” Jin almost jumps out of bed, but remembers just in time that it would not be a wise idea. His balls will freeze, and it will not bode well for his and Kame’s relationship if that happens, although the annoyance level of the relationship is higher than usual at the moment. “I thought you thought my fedoras and my bristles are hot.”
“Moderation, my dear, dear Jin. You wear your fedoras so often, people are going to think you’re hiding a bald spot like Nakai-senpai. And the poor attempt at growing a goatee, it doesn’t make you any more of a man than you already are not. Besides, I DO NOT LIKE IT WHEN I GET BRISTLE BURNS!” Kame explodes, showing Jin a spot on his arm with apparent bristle burns but Jin doesn’t see nothin’, and then composes himself, looking at Jin with a calmness that was disconcerting.
“You so totally do bedroom eyes too, and you’re giving me grief?”
From Kame’s absolute lack of a reaction, Jin reckons his words froze in the cold air and broke into tiny ice particles, never to be heard again.
“Speaking about appearance, when are you going to cut your hair? Get that done, and while you’re at it, please put on some weight. It’s not becoming of you to be as thin as, well, me. ” Kame picks up a magazine, and flips to a page where he’s on it, and proceeds to admire himself.
“You do know that it’s all digitally enhanced, you’re not that flawless,” Jin retorts as he burrows into the folds. This conversation with Kame was making him even colder, if that’s possible, “and besides, what if I want to be skinnier so that I can wear your clothes? Warm clothes that are hanging in that wardrobe, which I can’t fit into now, dammit.”
Kame clicks his tongue, and then shrugs, “I do have nicer clothes than you do, can’t blame you.”
“Kame!”
“What? Stop whining. You’re such a child.”
“I’m cold, and I’m not a child. I’m just bringing us back to the original subject of this conversation.”
“What do you want me to do about it?”
Jin does not reply. Instead he wriggles like a perverted caterpillar in his cocoon. Kame shakes his head and removes the magazines off the bed, stacking them neatly by the side. Kame shifts, and yanks hard so that Jin releases a bit of the duvet for Kame to worm his way into the cave that Jin has made.
“Mmmm….” Jin murmurs appreciatively as Kame cuddles up.
“Better?” Kame spoons Jin, throwing his arm around Jin’s waist.
“How can such a skinny person like you be so warm?” Jin turns, with much effort given the limited space of the duvet cave, to face Kame.
“I would prefer ‘slender’, and, you always say I’m hot,” Kame rubbed his nose against Jin and smiled as Jin purred.
“You are,” Jin nods and pulls Kame into a kiss. “So very hot,” he says as he nibbles the corner of Kame’s mouth, feeling the curve of the lips as Kame widens his grin.
“Jin…Jin…” Kame groans as he feels Jin’s growing erection against his thigh, “you have to get out of bed soon….”
“How soon?” Jin whispers as he grinds himself lazily against Kame while trailing his tongue down Kame’s jawline.
“10 minutes ago,” Kame says quietly as he strokes Jin’s back that is getting slightly sticky from the beginnings of sweat.
“Fuck, and we spent so much time squabbling?” Jin nuzzles his face in the crook of Kame’s neck.
“Mmmmm…..JIN! OW! BRISTLE BURN!” Kame gives Jin’s ass a resounding smack as Jin rubs his chin on Kame’s shoulder.
“Oh fuck. Forgot. Sorry,” Jin sits up, letting his security duvet fall from his shoulders. Jin sweeps his hair off his face and feels the perspiration on his forehead.
“Shit Kame, you really are hot! I’m not feeling cold anymore!” Jin exclaims, incredulous.
“That, and I turned on the electric mattress pad.” Kame throws Jin a wicked smile as Jin starts to get out of bed.
“Electric mattress pad??!! You had it all along, and you let me freeze??!!”
Jin stands with his hands on his hips and Kame admires the view, even as he indignantly replies, “I did NOT let you freeze! How do you think we managed to have sex last night?”
“Oh.” Jin scratches the back of his head, looking sheepish.
“Oh?” Another eyebrow raise from Kame.
“I kinda thought it was because the sex was so hot in itself…..” Jin stops when Kame rolls around the bed in laughter, “You were fucking freezing, and you thought the sex was HOT??!! Well, it was, but the foreplay certainly wasn’t!” Kame is still laughing.
Jin huffs, and attempts to say something, but when a cold breeze drifts by, he feels large goosebumps everywhere, and decides it is wiser just to escape into the confines of a hot shower.
“And Jin,” Kame shouts after him, “I totally told you about the electric mattress pad!”
“No you didn’t! I would have remembered life-saving information like that!” Jin hollers from the shower stall, over the sound of spraying water.
Kame opens his mouth to rebut, and then shuts it again. Right. He really should stop telling Jin important things during sex.
“Jin!”
“Yeah?!”
“SHAVE! NO SEX TILL YOU DO!”
“THEN GET IN HERE AND DO IT FOR ME!”
That lazy git, Kame thinks as he strips out of his clothes and opens the bathroom door. Oh well. He does need a shower. He has a schedule in the afternoon too. But before that, an eyebrow appointment.
Author: blinkbling24
Pairing: Akame
Genre: Fluff, Crack
Rating: R
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: Jin is cold, and Kame is, well, Kame.
A/N: The weather's becoming very cold, and I seem to be inspired to write when there's a change in weather. And besides, there are several issues about Jin that has been brewing in me, and what better way to tell Jin then to let Kame do it :) This is a fluffy one!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The words “morning” and “cold” are Jin’s least favourite words in the dictionary, be it in English or Japanese, or in any other language that has those words as part of its vocabulary, which, essentially, are all languages. He barely even tolerates one of those words, so imagine Jin’s mood when he gets hit by both of them.
And he is. Right this very moment.
He stirs from under the mound of thick duvet that he has wrapped tightly around him like a cocoon and wonders half-heartedly the reason he has been so rudely woken up. Then, he shivers. Goddammit! It’s fuckin’ cold. He heaves a deep breath of bravery and sticks an arm out, searching for something on the bedside table.
That something he is reaching blindly for - the remote control to turn on the A/C which he has set to heater mode 2 weeks ago - is not there, neither is the bedside table for that matter. He pulls his arm back under the covers and curses how his arm is already cold from being exposed to the elements for a mere 10 seconds.
Damn. He is not in his bed. This only means one thing. He is in Kame’s bed. Jin groans and attempts to curl the duvet tighter around him, if it is even possible. He is wrapped so tight not even a mosquito could find a crack to get through to bite his bare ass. Mosquitoes die a well deserved death in winter, Jin briefly muses before settling on the fact that he is a completely naked filling in his self-made comforter gyoza.
Wait a minute. Jin rolls himself to Kame’s side of the bed. He is unwilling to pop his head out into the cold, and rolling is the only way to find out if Kame was still in bed with him. As expected, Kame’s side of the bed is empty.
Jin wills himself to get warm, even as he berates Kame under his breath. That man is impervious to the cold, which explains the lack of heating equipment in his bedroom. Who fucking wears bermudas and slippers on a fishing expedition at the tail end of autumn anyway? Oh. Jin stops his thoughts. He remembers how he had let slip their bedroom conversation by “guessing” correctly during the recording of that episode, and he shudders, not sure if it’s from the cold, or from the recollection of Kame’s icy treatment of him after the cameras were turned off. Jin’s pretty sure it’s from the cold though, because Kame has since forgiven him.
What time is it? It still feels like morning. If not for the fact that Jin does indeed need to get up sometime before 12 noon because of an early afternoon schedule, he is usually not inclined to ask that question. The fact that Kame is not in bed with him does nothing to indicate the time of day - Kame has an unfathomable habit, to Jin at least, of waking up early regardless of schedule, and Kame also has the infuriating habit of letting Jin sleep in until the very last possible minute before he wakes Jin up in the rudest ways possible, none of which involves sex or the prelude to sex, in which case, Jin would gladly wake up for. Unfortunately, those instances are often left to special occasions, as stipulated in Kame’s rule book.
It is getting too cold to bear in his naked form. Jin gallantly throws the comforter off himself, in hope to grab his boxers, jeans and flannel shirt off the floor where he is sure were strewn during last night’s nocturnal activity and put them on. Alas, it is not to be. They are nowhere in sight, Kame must have put them in the wash as he usually does just to get on Jin’s nerves, and the thought of getting up and walking 2 metres to Kame’s wardrobe to grab his spare set of clothes is enough to send Jin back into the gyoza like state.
“Kame??! Kame!!!!!! KAMENASHI KAZUYA!!!!!!!!!”
Jin hears shuffling from beyond the bedroom door for a couple of seconds before it opens excruciatingly slowly, allowing Jin the gradual sight of his boyfriend dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that are actually for running, but Kame uses it to lounge around at home.
Forgetting himself for a minute, Jin asks, “Aren’t you fucking cold, you freak?” only it comes out muffled, because only his eyes are peering out from under the duvet.
“I have been sitting at the kotatsu drinking my coffee, and reading.” It does not really answer Jin’s question, but that question is purely rhetorical anyway.
“I’m cold.”
Kame ignores Jin and drops a couple of magazines on the bed, making sure they open exactly where he wants Jin to see them.
“Did you hear me? I’m cold.” Jin pretends not to see what Kame wants him to.
“I heard you. I’m not. What’s your point?”
“What’s YOUR point?” Jin’s voice is still muffled.
“What are these?” Kame gestures at the array of magazines lined up haphazardly as he sits on the bed by Jin’s side. Kame must have been catching up on his reading. Unlike normal people, Kame is too busy to read magazines off the bat. He accumulates them and reads them all at one go when he has time, which is this morning, and the subject of his reading is Jin.
Jin rolls his eyes and looks, “My BANDAGE promotion magazine articles.”
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
“I didn’t say that. You have a hearing problem.” It’s too cold and too morning for Jin to really process Kame’s abnormal thought progressions.
“I KNOW it’s your BANDAGE promotion articles. I’m asking about this.” He points at several pages as though he’s stabbing them with a penknife.
“I have no fucking idea what you’re trying to kill with your finger,” Jin shifts. A cold draft seems to be coming from Kame’s direction.
“I thought we had an agreement that no one sees your bedroom eyes but me?”
“Huh?” Jin blinks cluelessly, “When did we make that agreement?”
Kame stares at Jin for a long while, completely unsympathetic of the fact that Jin is shivering uncontrollably.
“Fuck. It must have been during sex.”
Makes sense, thinks Jin, Kame remembers a lot of things during sex, about the sex, that he doesn’t.
“I’m an idol.” As though that answers Kame’s question. Jin’s teeth are chattering.
“And I’m not?” Kame raises an eyebrow and Jin thinks that today is probably the day Kame’s special eyebrow technician is coming to work miracles. Kame treasures his eyebrow technician, because that lady gives him the most awesome eyebrows, the envy of many an idol. Although, Jin does not really care, he wishes Kame treasures him more than his beloved eyebrow technician sometimes.
Jin recalls his conversation with Yamapi on the subject:
“He invited his eyebrow technician to his brother’s wedding, and I can’t even go lest the paparazzi pounce on me, on us.”
“Heck, Jin, if I had his eyebrow technician, I’ll marry her, much less just invite her to my brother’s wedding.”
“Pi, you’re not helping!”
Shit. Kame’s dratted eyebrows are still raised expectant of a reply.
“We’re supposed to do bedroom eyes, and do and wear other sexy stuff to sell these glossy pieces of shit.”
“Oh? Is that why you insist on wearing your limited number of fedoras and grow pubic hair on your chin?” The mock epiphany in Kame’s voice is obvious.
“OY!” Jin almost jumps out of bed, but remembers just in time that it would not be a wise idea. His balls will freeze, and it will not bode well for his and Kame’s relationship if that happens, although the annoyance level of the relationship is higher than usual at the moment. “I thought you thought my fedoras and my bristles are hot.”
“Moderation, my dear, dear Jin. You wear your fedoras so often, people are going to think you’re hiding a bald spot like Nakai-senpai. And the poor attempt at growing a goatee, it doesn’t make you any more of a man than you already are not. Besides, I DO NOT LIKE IT WHEN I GET BRISTLE BURNS!” Kame explodes, showing Jin a spot on his arm with apparent bristle burns but Jin doesn’t see nothin’, and then composes himself, looking at Jin with a calmness that was disconcerting.
“You so totally do bedroom eyes too, and you’re giving me grief?”
From Kame’s absolute lack of a reaction, Jin reckons his words froze in the cold air and broke into tiny ice particles, never to be heard again.
“Speaking about appearance, when are you going to cut your hair? Get that done, and while you’re at it, please put on some weight. It’s not becoming of you to be as thin as, well, me. ” Kame picks up a magazine, and flips to a page where he’s on it, and proceeds to admire himself.
“You do know that it’s all digitally enhanced, you’re not that flawless,” Jin retorts as he burrows into the folds. This conversation with Kame was making him even colder, if that’s possible, “and besides, what if I want to be skinnier so that I can wear your clothes? Warm clothes that are hanging in that wardrobe, which I can’t fit into now, dammit.”
Kame clicks his tongue, and then shrugs, “I do have nicer clothes than you do, can’t blame you.”
“Kame!”
“What? Stop whining. You’re such a child.”
“I’m cold, and I’m not a child. I’m just bringing us back to the original subject of this conversation.”
“What do you want me to do about it?”
Jin does not reply. Instead he wriggles like a perverted caterpillar in his cocoon. Kame shakes his head and removes the magazines off the bed, stacking them neatly by the side. Kame shifts, and yanks hard so that Jin releases a bit of the duvet for Kame to worm his way into the cave that Jin has made.
“Mmmm….” Jin murmurs appreciatively as Kame cuddles up.
“Better?” Kame spoons Jin, throwing his arm around Jin’s waist.
“How can such a skinny person like you be so warm?” Jin turns, with much effort given the limited space of the duvet cave, to face Kame.
“I would prefer ‘slender’, and, you always say I’m hot,” Kame rubbed his nose against Jin and smiled as Jin purred.
“You are,” Jin nods and pulls Kame into a kiss. “So very hot,” he says as he nibbles the corner of Kame’s mouth, feeling the curve of the lips as Kame widens his grin.
“Jin…Jin…” Kame groans as he feels Jin’s growing erection against his thigh, “you have to get out of bed soon….”
“How soon?” Jin whispers as he grinds himself lazily against Kame while trailing his tongue down Kame’s jawline.
“10 minutes ago,” Kame says quietly as he strokes Jin’s back that is getting slightly sticky from the beginnings of sweat.
“Fuck, and we spent so much time squabbling?” Jin nuzzles his face in the crook of Kame’s neck.
“Mmmmm…..JIN! OW! BRISTLE BURN!” Kame gives Jin’s ass a resounding smack as Jin rubs his chin on Kame’s shoulder.
“Oh fuck. Forgot. Sorry,” Jin sits up, letting his security duvet fall from his shoulders. Jin sweeps his hair off his face and feels the perspiration on his forehead.
“Shit Kame, you really are hot! I’m not feeling cold anymore!” Jin exclaims, incredulous.
“That, and I turned on the electric mattress pad.” Kame throws Jin a wicked smile as Jin starts to get out of bed.
“Electric mattress pad??!! You had it all along, and you let me freeze??!!”
Jin stands with his hands on his hips and Kame admires the view, even as he indignantly replies, “I did NOT let you freeze! How do you think we managed to have sex last night?”
“Oh.” Jin scratches the back of his head, looking sheepish.
“Oh?” Another eyebrow raise from Kame.
“I kinda thought it was because the sex was so hot in itself…..” Jin stops when Kame rolls around the bed in laughter, “You were fucking freezing, and you thought the sex was HOT??!! Well, it was, but the foreplay certainly wasn’t!” Kame is still laughing.
Jin huffs, and attempts to say something, but when a cold breeze drifts by, he feels large goosebumps everywhere, and decides it is wiser just to escape into the confines of a hot shower.
“And Jin,” Kame shouts after him, “I totally told you about the electric mattress pad!”
“No you didn’t! I would have remembered life-saving information like that!” Jin hollers from the shower stall, over the sound of spraying water.
Kame opens his mouth to rebut, and then shuts it again. Right. He really should stop telling Jin important things during sex.
“Jin!”
“Yeah?!”
“SHAVE! NO SEX TILL YOU DO!”
“THEN GET IN HERE AND DO IT FOR ME!”
That lazy git, Kame thinks as he strips out of his clothes and opens the bathroom door. Oh well. He does need a shower. He has a schedule in the afternoon too. But before that, an eyebrow appointment.