[Fic] Two Heads Are Better Than One
Title : Two Heads Are Better Than One
Author : hochrot_engel
Pairing : Akamepi (more like Jin+Pi/Kame)
Genre : Smut
Rating : NC-17
Disclaimer : The plot is mine, thank you very much.
Warning : Threesome smut, so all good little girls should stay away. NO seme!Kame here, for some reason I can never picture him go all macho and top Jin or Pi. Never.
Summary : Jin asked his best friend Yamapi to aid him in a mission to get his object of desire, his own pretty bandmate Kame. And oh boy did he ask the perfect guy for help.
A/N : If it sucks, do tell me. Cause I haven’t written any fic for about 3-4 years or so, and it was a major pain trying to deal with the major writer block. And to top it off, I’m trying something new, something you could say, a different style. If it’s great, well, I hope you’d be kind enough to let me know that as well. So comment away, people! LOL.
This fic is dedicated to my beloved partner sugar_pain_baby (wherever you are. Please come back, Cookie! I miss you!) and my dear twinnie spread_da_love (whose having her birthday in about two weeks. Consider this as an early birthday present from me?) for their never ending support. I wouldn’t start this fic it weren’t because of them. Let’s cross fingers they read like this.
This is a part of spread_da_love's August fic project.
“Somebody please tell me you’re joking.”
But he was not. And neither was his friend.
It was definitely not a nice way to wake up, he decided. In bed with his two friends, naked, not to mention the slight pain in his head. Must be the hangover, he guessed. Either from alcohol or sex.
Much probably the sex.
“Do we look like we’re joking, baby?” the tallest of the three asked, combing his auburn hair gently, “Do we really need to tell you in detail about last night to remind you?”
“But…how…”
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“You want me to what?”
The two friends sit in the lonely room, front to front, with table and cups separating them. The older took his cup and sip the hot liquid calmly, and with confident words repeated, “I want you to help me get Kame.”
“…You want me to help you get Kame”
He nodded.
“No, seriously, dude. You want me to help you get Kame”
“Yes. I, Akanishi Jin, want you, Yamapi, to help me get Kamenashi Kazuya.” He put the cup back next to its twin. “Was that so difficult to understand?”
“Okay maybe I emphasized the sentence wrong. You want me to help you get Kame? As in, as your lover?”
Jin grinned and nodded. “Something like that.”
“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
He frowned. “I never knew you like him too.”
“You know that’s not what I meant. I mean, you’re obviously closer to him than I do, you should know him better, if anyone needs to ask something regarding Kame they should definitely ask you!”
Jin was still frowning. “So not the point, you’re getting off topic. Have you checked your head lately? And don’t talk as if you’re not one of his close friends too.” Then he took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled. “Let me rephrase it, I need you to help me get Kame. Period. And just because you asked, yes, as my lover. What’s so hard to understand about that sentence?”
“Not as close as you are to him.” He muttered. “Fine. But why? And since when? You never mentioned you have the hots for him. He’s obviously a pretty guy, but…”
“Gorgeous guy,” Jin corrected, “and I don’t know since when. You know he’s a cool guy to hang out with and we’ve been friends since forever, but seeing him everyday, even it’s for work…and all of a sudden I started having these dreams about him. About us.”
“You mean wet dreams?” Yamapi grinned. Such a pervert, he noted.
Jin shrugged. “And now I feel like I want him. Literally. Looking at him has never been so hard. And curse our change room for being a change room. It doesn’t know how I feel whenever I see him change.”
“Wait, why would he change in front of you?”
He stared at his friend in surprise. “Are you dumb? Because it’s KAT-TUN’s change room!”
“Chill, man, can’t you take a little joke?” Yamapi mused.
“So then, where was I? Him, changing. Right.” He decided to ignore the other’s last statement. “You’ve got to help me on this, Pi! It’s driving me crazy! You don’t know how gorgeous he could look. Those smooth white skin, those lips, those eyes, those curves--”
“Wow wow wow save it for your imagination, pal. No need to share.” He groaned in defeat. “Let’s say if I help you, what do I get for reward?”
“I don’t know. What do you want?”
The dark haired man thought for a little while, but came up with nothing. “Nah, I don’t specifically want anything you can give me, so I’ll make you pay me back when I come up with something.” He took a cup, different from his friend’s, and sipped the coffee inside. It had started to get cold. “And how do you want me to help you?”
Instead of answering, he merely stared. “You should know me better, Pi.”
“You honestly have no idea and want me to think of something good AND help you execute it?”
“Right”
“Score” he grunted, putting his cup back, “You owe me big time, Jin. I just hope you can pay me back later.”
For the moment, Jin couldn’t be any happier.
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He always knew having Jin as a friend equaled to having to face weird, unexpected antics, and he had a feeling this would be one of those he would either deeply regret or shallowly…regret. Either so, since he already agreed anyway, he figured the best place to start gathering ideas would be the place where it all started. KAT-TUN’s change room.
Talk about logic.
He was greeted with an empty couch as he stepped inside the room. Looking around as if admiring the same décor his own change room had, he began to notice how neat the room was compared to his. Walking into the heart of the room, he threw himself on the couch and rested his arms on the couch’s back. A weird combination of travel brochures and comics on the table bothered him a little, but he ignored it until he found one magazine catching his eyes beneath the stack.
Not bothering to read the title, as if a title could define the content, he scrambled it open, scattering pages through pages with no slightest bit of interest. His fingers stopped when he reached a certain page.
On the page was Kame dressed in a white shirt and a tie, zoomed in until the entire page was almost filled with his face. Then he started flipping the page again, slower this time, and was presented with yet another page decorated with his said friend’s figure. And another, and another. Each page showed more skin, more beauty; even the ones with less skin could still show beauty and elegance.
That bastard sure knows how to exploit his assets, Yamapi thought. It was amazing how a man could have as many curves as a woman, but he assumed it was all thanks to the photographer’s ability, or maybe Kame just really knew how to strike the best pose. And the smooth porcelain skin was definitely the result of photoshop.
Right?
As the man was still busy analyzing the picture, the model came in, surprised to see the man in his change room. Definitely the wrong place to spot a member of News.
“Yamapi? I’m surprised to see you here. Are you waiting for Jin?”
The question broke his train of thoughts and he slammed the magazine close instantly, trying to focus his brain to the question instead. He felt like an elementary student stormed with a quiz regarding national politics. Little time to answer, limited working brain cells. “Ah…no, not really.”
“Not really? What kind of answer is that?” the younger one chuckled.
“I mean yes. You caught me by surprise, I couldn’t think.” Kame rolled his eyes at his answer. “Anyway, where are the others?”
“Still got to speak with the manager, they’ll be here soon I guess.” Kame answered as he opened the cabinet, taking a can of beer from the mini fridge inside and offered it to the other, being the perfect host he was. “You want? Or you’d like coffee instead?”
“That’ll do, thanks.” Yamapi opened the can and took one big gulp, trying to ease his mind and his sudden nervousness. “You’re not drinking?”
He shook his head. “Not a drinker, not even a fan. Two cans of beers are my limit, in fact.”
Yamapi nodded. He did remember Kame had had told him about it before, long ago.
“I’m gonna change, do you mind?” Kame suddenly asked again.
“Sure, it’s your room anyway. Change wherever you like.” Yamapi answered, trying his best not to sound suspicious. Or weird.
Thank god the brunette didn’t catch anything hidden beneath his friend’s words. He walked to the door and locked it before walking to the closet standing behind the couch and started stripping as he talked about work and his group. Yamapi soundlessly opened the magazine once again and resumed his analyzing with the actual model standing right behind him as a comparison. He’d have to thank whoever put the mirror in front of the couch later; he wouldn’t be able to stare at his friend’s naked back if it wasn’t for the mirror.
A decision somehow he regretted a minute later, as soon as he realized that the photoshop didn’t do anything to Kame’s skin, nor the photographer did anything to Kame’s curves. Or the rest of his body.
Indeed, Kame was strangely, naturally femininely beautiful. No matter how many pounds of muscles he gained or testosterones he injected himself with. Not that he ever injected himself, that was a stupid remark, Yamapi thought.
Before he knew it he felt like watching a peep show. Something one knew shouldn’t do but yet couldn’t stop doing for it was starting to feel enjoyable.
And it made him knew how must have Jin felt. It was driving him crazy as well. It was a wonder for him why the rest of the group wasn’t affected by this sinfully innocent show.
“So that’s why they still got to see the manager. Tiring, but it’s part of the job, so what can you say…” Kame said as he closed the wardrobe and turned, walking to the mirror to fix his clothes and hair. After a minute or two, he turned to his companion. “Anyway, I’ve got to go now. Sorry I can’t accompany you here.”
“Not a problem. Thanks for the beer.”
“Say hi to Jin for me.” He smiled before leaving. Suddenly the air felt several degrees colder, yet Yamapi was sure he could feel his body turning several degrees hotter.
He gripped the empty can of beer tightly.
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Having put the newly bought beer cans neatly on the table, he questioned his friend about the sudden intrusion. Not that he had anything to do, thankfully, but a little notice in advance obviously wouldn’t hurt.
“I’m executing the plan now” was the only answer he got.
“Wow wait, is this about that thing I told you this morning? You’ve come up with a plan and making me do it right now!?”
He lifted his dark brows. “Isn’t the faster the better?”
“Well yes, but you didn’t even tell me about the plan. No details, no nothing.”
“It’s what you can say a great plan. And quite simple, actually.” He cleared his throat. “I invited him here. He comes. I give him beers. You tell him your feelings. Confess. And we’re done!”
Jin couldn’t believe his ears. “That’s your great plan? Making him drunk?”
“Correction. A little drunk. Just enough beer until he’s a bit tipsy. You know they say you can get the truth out from a drunken person, right? When people are drunk, they’re obviously more honest than usual. Don’t you even know that?”
Jin nodded. “Still, how is it-”
The doorbell rang.
Yamapi’s mind started to smile, knowing well who was behind the door. “Wanna get the door or I’ll do it for you?”
The doorbell rang.
Jin sighed in defeat. “…I’ll go.”
Watching his friend’s retreating back, his lips curved up to small grin. As he picked a can of beer and opened it, Kame’s faint voice and Jin’s silent chuckle was heard in the background. The two were conversing about how long it had been since the last time Kame visited and Jin throwing several jokes about kidnapping Kame from set just to make time him to visit, and as the voices reached three feet apart from him Yamapi turned to his two friends with a smile.
“Hello Kame, just in time as always. Beer?” he offered.
Kame stared at him skeptically.
“Just one can won’t hurt you. Come on, I’ve already opened three! It’s been so long since we have our guys night with just the three of us, right? You shouldn’t ruin the fun.”
Yamapi won as Kame took the offered drink from his hand. Soon the three of them sat on the couch with the same drink on each of their hand and started talking. It was always the same; they started with their groups, their respective jobs, and then it’d started to wander off on anything. Same plot all over again, the only differences were their conversations and how Yamapi kept his eyes attached on Kame with only occasional glances thrown at Jin. Nevertheless, it was going well so far.
Until the youngest one said, “don’t you think it’s a little hot in here?”
Jin choked on his drink.
“Really?” Yamapi lifted an eyebrow innocently.
“Yeah. Don’t you two feel hot?” Kame pulled on his shirt, letting the air brushed over his body through the thin collar.
Yamapi chuckled. “At least the beer’s cold. Good for you.”
Kame gave a small nod and took another swig, draining the can empty.
“Wow.” He said. “I think I gulped it a little too fast, I’m feeling kind of lightheaded now.” Kame stood to excuse himself for the washroom, but the stars in his head knocked him as he did, making him landed on Jin. Almost, if it weren’t for the latter’s strong grip on his arms, helping him stand for balance.
Muttering a small thank you and a short sorry, he excused himself, leaving the two in the living room alone for a talk.
“Alright, talk. You did something funny, didn’t you?”
“Probably”
“Speak up.” He was not going to beg.
So Yamapi give in. “Ok, I probably put a little something in his bee-”
“What?”
“Some kind of aphrodisiac and mild narcotic, combine-”
“What!?”
Yamapi quirked his brows. “Don’t ‘what’ me. Relax, man. It’s nothing illegal for sure. We’re not gonna get behind bars for this. You have my word.”
“This is just marvelous.” Jin slapped his head and rested both elbows on his knees. “Oh darn. How- Where did you get that kind of stuff anyway?”
A grin was the only answer he got. “Trust me, you don’t wanna know.” Yamapi took yet another sip from the can. “Just relax and stick to our plan, will you?”
“Your plan.”
He rolled his eyes.
Their friendly chitchat had to stop as Kame entered the room once more in a slightly different look. Slightly ragged breathing, slightly opened mouth, slightly flustered cheeks, slightly tipsy footsteps. He returned with cold wet showered face-both Jin and Yamapi could tell-but hot burning cells underneath.
“I…I think I should go now.” He started. “I’m not feeling too well, probably lack of sleep.” Not even bothering to get any responds from his two friends, he rushed on both sluggish feet to grab his coat before a hand took his arm from behind. He turned.
“Wait,” Jin said, “I have something to tell you. It can’t wait.”
Kame hesitated for a moment; it was obviously not the perfect time to talk. A hesitating Jin would even make it worse; if only he could just spit it out already instead of consuming the time to stare at those foot of his and languidly lick those lips-those oh so tempting lips of his-pushing anyone to join his tongue in little devilish game on those devilish lip-.
Jin was more than surprised when Kame pressed his lips on his own without warning. And so was Kame three seconds later.
“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t me-” but Jin decided no explanation was necessary. He needed those lips. He needed him. So much.
“Jin…what are you doing?” Kame managed to ask as he was crushed between the couch and Jin and sloppy kisses and hasty fingers.
“Exactly what you think I’m doing.” He replied, not stopping his task to give that beautiful slender neck more kisses and bites and licks as his fingers kept working on those every buttons and zippers of the other’s clothing he could find.
Then pregnant silence fell upon them; only the sound of rapidly exhaled air and carelessly ripped fabric were heard along with the silence. Seemingly Kame had lost to his own desire magma when he started kissing back, ripping back-
“Ohh…” he moaned audibly as Jin finally got himself kneeling on the floor, tongue darting experimentally on his manhood before enclosing it with his mouth. It never occurred to him when exactly had Jin managed to get him naked or when had Jin get his legs spread apart, bended on both knees with feet on the edge of the couch. Not like he cared anyway. This was more important than that, he thought. The blinding feeling of hot, amazingly skilled muscle feeding on his cock, pressing all the right pulses and engulfing him even deeper and deeper. It was more important than anything else. He couldn’t stop gripping at Jin’s slightly wet hair for dear life, couldn’t decide whether to pull on the hair for mercy or push on the scalp for more.
Moans turned into groans as fingers started crawling into his entrance. One at first before another one joined, and then another one in a merry, hungry wet thrust; making him arch his back gracefully against the couch. Scissoring, digging, exploring inside-enough to make him see whites on the dark grey ceiling and lose control.
As he started to regain control of his breath and believe it had finally come to end, Jin pushed his right’s index to join his left’s three fingers and spread his entrance open wide, before giving the stretched hole a strong, languid lick of tongue; successfully earning a throaty moan from him.
“Not yet, baby.” Jin spoke as if he read could read minds. “Not yet.” Moving away from the sweet hole, Jin grabbed the back of his partner’s knees with both hands to dangle those legs over his shoulders as he gave him a full French kiss; which Kame accepted eagerly. Circling his arms on Jin’s neck, Kame let himself be pushed to lay on the couch as Jin climbed up to straddle him without breaking the kiss-before Kame felt something entered him without notice in the south.
Kame tried to strengthen his grip on the couch as Jin pushed in mightily, hoping his lungs would stop sucking oxygen in rapid speed all together. It was a difficult thing to do. “Jin…”
Jin clenched his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to hold his horses down. He needed to give the latter some time. “Yeah?”
“………You’re…huge…”
All decisions forgotten, Jin rewarded him with one hard, deep thrust. “Thank you.” And soon gave him even more; harder, deeper, faster, farther, stronger-Kame doubted he could take it no matter how he desired it. He tried to regain self control, to regain his cool, to regain every bit of rationality but they all flew out the window once he felt something deep inside him was stabbed. Repeatedly.
Cries turned into screams.
Blame it on the swirling neurons in his brain, blame it on the boiling blood in his veins, blame it on the drugs swimming in through his fiber-if only he knew. He wanted more.
Again, as if reading his mind, Jin hoisted him up until he had himself sitting on the couch, both feet touching the cold lonely floor with Kame sitting on his lap, legs circled around his waist. It was thrilling and addicting, he could see Kame arching his neck beautifully, he could see the light illuminating every line on-
-he could see his long forgotten best friend watching them.
He froze.
“…Jin…” Kame whined in annoyance when Jin suddenly stopped sending him clouds and stars. He tried to push and grind against the latter to no avail, wondering what the hell was going on. Then it dawned on him what might have been the cause to Jin’s sudden halt.
Oh no.
Suddenly foreign fingers traced upon the base of his shoulder, trailing down and front to his collarbone, pushing his neck to lean back against butterfly kisses on the nape of his neck.
Ohh.
“Jin,” his attacker said inbetween kisses, “I think I’ve found the perfect way for you to pay me back.”
The intruder pulled one of Jin’s legs onto the sofa as he pushed Kame to lean against Jin, chest to chest, skin to skin. Jin’s mind was still in lost until he saw his friend placing a hand on Kame’s behind. He couldn’t really see what exactly was the other doing but he knew. Oh God he knew.
He was right.
Kame gasped erratically, sharply, desperately as the tightness of his body was being stretched apart even more. Jin tried to muffle a groan, and so was Yamapi, but it was beyond impossible. It was getting even more unbearable when Yamapi pushed himself in, slowly, until he, too, was buried to the hilt. Kame felt like fainting. And then Jin sat up, aligning them both in a perfect sandwich, and suddenly one of them started thrusting.
Oh God.
An endless burning sensation tore through Kame as both male penetrated him even wider, even further as they moved hastily, beastly until they reached a faultless tempo-with one of his legs tangled on Jin’s shoulder while four hands gripped on his hips-it was almost impossible to shed a tear or two. The pain was unbearable, but felt amazing at the same time. Almost too good he could really cry for days. He never felt so vulnerable before, yet so damned possessed-in an amazingly mind-blowing way.
It was beyond anything they had ever felt before.
And they came almost in harmony.
Finally coming down from the high, the smallest one collapsed on Yamapi’s shoulder, too weary to stay conscious. It was as if all the energy had been drained out of him, even thinking and mumbling seemed impossible to-
“Mmmh-” sneaky fingers found his nipple and started doing wonders before another set of fingers brushed against his manhood.
“Come on, princess.” Someone said. He didn’t have enough brainpower to distinguish which voice was whose. “The night is still young.”
To bedroom he was dragged.
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“And I could still remember every detail in my mind, clearly.” Jin drew circle on Kame’s toned arm as he helped his friend finished off the story, throwing lopsided grins here and there. “You can always ask me to retell the story for you.”
“Perfect.” Kame groaned, pulling the blanket to hide his face as he mumbled something almost untranslatable. Between muffled mumbles both Jin and Yamapi could hear him say “You both drugged me. It’s not fair.” Jin simply chuckled and kissed his right shoulder.
“And I must say…” Yamapi started again, gently pulling the blanket away from Kame’s face, revealing two meekly glaring almonds. “It wasn’t without any calculation. To be honest, it was all thanks to you, Kame. You sent me a solid hint. I’d never plan something like that if I wasn’t even sure it would give positive results.”
Jin quirked his eyebrow in curiosity and interest.
Whichever stronger, probably both.
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“So that’s why they still got to see the manager. Tiring, but it’s part of the job, so what can you say…” Kame said as he closed the wardrobe and turned, walking to the mirror to fix his clothes and hair. Examining his own reflection in the mirror, he seemed to realize something missing. He opened the drawer and took out a ring between his fingers. A ring too familiar for every eyes close to him. The legendary pinky ring. He put it on his pinky gently, almost lovingly, and took a time to gaze at his now perfect finger with unexplainable smile. After a minute or two, he turned to his companion. “Anyway, I’ve got to go now. Sorry I can’t accompany you here.”
Yamapi stared at the radiant ring for two seconds. Now he was the same Kamenashi Kazuya as the one in the magazine. Same person, same figure, wearing the same bloody ring like the one Jin always has. “Not a problem. Thanks for the beer.”
“Say hi to Jin for me.” He smiled before leaving.
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Kame turned ivory. He still couldn’t believe how the simplest gesture could speak hundreds of words to Yamapi, who grasped every meaning with utmost precise. He didn’t know what to say. He just gaped-while Jin laughed heartily and kissed his right cheek.
Yamapi grinned and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Kame left’s cheek, saying, “See, Jin? I’ve told you you’d owe me big time.”
And a haughty smirk came adorning Jin’s face.
-The End-
Author : hochrot_engel
Pairing : Akamepi (more like Jin+Pi/Kame)
Genre : Smut
Rating : NC-17
Disclaimer : The plot is mine, thank you very much.
Warning : Threesome smut, so all good little girls should stay away. NO seme!Kame here, for some reason I can never picture him go all macho and top Jin or Pi. Never.
Summary : Jin asked his best friend Yamapi to aid him in a mission to get his object of desire, his own pretty bandmate Kame. And oh boy did he ask the perfect guy for help.
A/N : If it sucks, do tell me. Cause I haven’t written any fic for about 3-4 years or so, and it was a major pain trying to deal with the major writer block. And to top it off, I’m trying something new, something you could say, a different style. If it’s great, well, I hope you’d be kind enough to let me know that as well. So comment away, people! LOL.
This fic is dedicated to my beloved partner sugar_pain_baby (wherever you are. Please come back, Cookie! I miss you!) and my dear twinnie spread_da_love (whose having her birthday in about two weeks. Consider this as an early birthday present from me?) for their never ending support. I wouldn’t start this fic it weren’t because of them. Let’s cross fingers they read like this.
This is a part of spread_da_love's August fic project.
“Somebody please tell me you’re joking.”
But he was not. And neither was his friend.
It was definitely not a nice way to wake up, he decided. In bed with his two friends, naked, not to mention the slight pain in his head. Must be the hangover, he guessed. Either from alcohol or sex.
Much probably the sex.
“Do we look like we’re joking, baby?” the tallest of the three asked, combing his auburn hair gently, “Do we really need to tell you in detail about last night to remind you?”
“But…how…”
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“You want me to what?”
The two friends sit in the lonely room, front to front, with table and cups separating them. The older took his cup and sip the hot liquid calmly, and with confident words repeated, “I want you to help me get Kame.”
“…You want me to help you get Kame”
He nodded.
“No, seriously, dude. You want me to help you get Kame”
“Yes. I, Akanishi Jin, want you, Yamapi, to help me get Kamenashi Kazuya.” He put the cup back next to its twin. “Was that so difficult to understand?”
“Okay maybe I emphasized the sentence wrong. You want me to help you get Kame? As in, as your lover?”
Jin grinned and nodded. “Something like that.”
“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
He frowned. “I never knew you like him too.”
“You know that’s not what I meant. I mean, you’re obviously closer to him than I do, you should know him better, if anyone needs to ask something regarding Kame they should definitely ask you!”
Jin was still frowning. “So not the point, you’re getting off topic. Have you checked your head lately? And don’t talk as if you’re not one of his close friends too.” Then he took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled. “Let me rephrase it, I need you to help me get Kame. Period. And just because you asked, yes, as my lover. What’s so hard to understand about that sentence?”
“Not as close as you are to him.” He muttered. “Fine. But why? And since when? You never mentioned you have the hots for him. He’s obviously a pretty guy, but…”
“Gorgeous guy,” Jin corrected, “and I don’t know since when. You know he’s a cool guy to hang out with and we’ve been friends since forever, but seeing him everyday, even it’s for work…and all of a sudden I started having these dreams about him. About us.”
“You mean wet dreams?” Yamapi grinned. Such a pervert, he noted.
Jin shrugged. “And now I feel like I want him. Literally. Looking at him has never been so hard. And curse our change room for being a change room. It doesn’t know how I feel whenever I see him change.”
“Wait, why would he change in front of you?”
He stared at his friend in surprise. “Are you dumb? Because it’s KAT-TUN’s change room!”
“Chill, man, can’t you take a little joke?” Yamapi mused.
“So then, where was I? Him, changing. Right.” He decided to ignore the other’s last statement. “You’ve got to help me on this, Pi! It’s driving me crazy! You don’t know how gorgeous he could look. Those smooth white skin, those lips, those eyes, those curves--”
“Wow wow wow save it for your imagination, pal. No need to share.” He groaned in defeat. “Let’s say if I help you, what do I get for reward?”
“I don’t know. What do you want?”
The dark haired man thought for a little while, but came up with nothing. “Nah, I don’t specifically want anything you can give me, so I’ll make you pay me back when I come up with something.” He took a cup, different from his friend’s, and sipped the coffee inside. It had started to get cold. “And how do you want me to help you?”
Instead of answering, he merely stared. “You should know me better, Pi.”
“You honestly have no idea and want me to think of something good AND help you execute it?”
“Right”
“Score” he grunted, putting his cup back, “You owe me big time, Jin. I just hope you can pay me back later.”
For the moment, Jin couldn’t be any happier.
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He always knew having Jin as a friend equaled to having to face weird, unexpected antics, and he had a feeling this would be one of those he would either deeply regret or shallowly…regret. Either so, since he already agreed anyway, he figured the best place to start gathering ideas would be the place where it all started. KAT-TUN’s change room.
Talk about logic.
He was greeted with an empty couch as he stepped inside the room. Looking around as if admiring the same décor his own change room had, he began to notice how neat the room was compared to his. Walking into the heart of the room, he threw himself on the couch and rested his arms on the couch’s back. A weird combination of travel brochures and comics on the table bothered him a little, but he ignored it until he found one magazine catching his eyes beneath the stack.
Not bothering to read the title, as if a title could define the content, he scrambled it open, scattering pages through pages with no slightest bit of interest. His fingers stopped when he reached a certain page.
On the page was Kame dressed in a white shirt and a tie, zoomed in until the entire page was almost filled with his face. Then he started flipping the page again, slower this time, and was presented with yet another page decorated with his said friend’s figure. And another, and another. Each page showed more skin, more beauty; even the ones with less skin could still show beauty and elegance.
That bastard sure knows how to exploit his assets, Yamapi thought. It was amazing how a man could have as many curves as a woman, but he assumed it was all thanks to the photographer’s ability, or maybe Kame just really knew how to strike the best pose. And the smooth porcelain skin was definitely the result of photoshop.
Right?
As the man was still busy analyzing the picture, the model came in, surprised to see the man in his change room. Definitely the wrong place to spot a member of News.
“Yamapi? I’m surprised to see you here. Are you waiting for Jin?”
The question broke his train of thoughts and he slammed the magazine close instantly, trying to focus his brain to the question instead. He felt like an elementary student stormed with a quiz regarding national politics. Little time to answer, limited working brain cells. “Ah…no, not really.”
“Not really? What kind of answer is that?” the younger one chuckled.
“I mean yes. You caught me by surprise, I couldn’t think.” Kame rolled his eyes at his answer. “Anyway, where are the others?”
“Still got to speak with the manager, they’ll be here soon I guess.” Kame answered as he opened the cabinet, taking a can of beer from the mini fridge inside and offered it to the other, being the perfect host he was. “You want? Or you’d like coffee instead?”
“That’ll do, thanks.” Yamapi opened the can and took one big gulp, trying to ease his mind and his sudden nervousness. “You’re not drinking?”
He shook his head. “Not a drinker, not even a fan. Two cans of beers are my limit, in fact.”
Yamapi nodded. He did remember Kame had had told him about it before, long ago.
“I’m gonna change, do you mind?” Kame suddenly asked again.
“Sure, it’s your room anyway. Change wherever you like.” Yamapi answered, trying his best not to sound suspicious. Or weird.
Thank god the brunette didn’t catch anything hidden beneath his friend’s words. He walked to the door and locked it before walking to the closet standing behind the couch and started stripping as he talked about work and his group. Yamapi soundlessly opened the magazine once again and resumed his analyzing with the actual model standing right behind him as a comparison. He’d have to thank whoever put the mirror in front of the couch later; he wouldn’t be able to stare at his friend’s naked back if it wasn’t for the mirror.
A decision somehow he regretted a minute later, as soon as he realized that the photoshop didn’t do anything to Kame’s skin, nor the photographer did anything to Kame’s curves. Or the rest of his body.
Indeed, Kame was strangely, naturally femininely beautiful. No matter how many pounds of muscles he gained or testosterones he injected himself with. Not that he ever injected himself, that was a stupid remark, Yamapi thought.
Before he knew it he felt like watching a peep show. Something one knew shouldn’t do but yet couldn’t stop doing for it was starting to feel enjoyable.
And it made him knew how must have Jin felt. It was driving him crazy as well. It was a wonder for him why the rest of the group wasn’t affected by this sinfully innocent show.
“So that’s why they still got to see the manager. Tiring, but it’s part of the job, so what can you say…” Kame said as he closed the wardrobe and turned, walking to the mirror to fix his clothes and hair. After a minute or two, he turned to his companion. “Anyway, I’ve got to go now. Sorry I can’t accompany you here.”
“Not a problem. Thanks for the beer.”
“Say hi to Jin for me.” He smiled before leaving. Suddenly the air felt several degrees colder, yet Yamapi was sure he could feel his body turning several degrees hotter.
He gripped the empty can of beer tightly.
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Having put the newly bought beer cans neatly on the table, he questioned his friend about the sudden intrusion. Not that he had anything to do, thankfully, but a little notice in advance obviously wouldn’t hurt.
“I’m executing the plan now” was the only answer he got.
“Wow wait, is this about that thing I told you this morning? You’ve come up with a plan and making me do it right now!?”
He lifted his dark brows. “Isn’t the faster the better?”
“Well yes, but you didn’t even tell me about the plan. No details, no nothing.”
“It’s what you can say a great plan. And quite simple, actually.” He cleared his throat. “I invited him here. He comes. I give him beers. You tell him your feelings. Confess. And we’re done!”
Jin couldn’t believe his ears. “That’s your great plan? Making him drunk?”
“Correction. A little drunk. Just enough beer until he’s a bit tipsy. You know they say you can get the truth out from a drunken person, right? When people are drunk, they’re obviously more honest than usual. Don’t you even know that?”
Jin nodded. “Still, how is it-”
The doorbell rang.
Yamapi’s mind started to smile, knowing well who was behind the door. “Wanna get the door or I’ll do it for you?”
The doorbell rang.
Jin sighed in defeat. “…I’ll go.”
Watching his friend’s retreating back, his lips curved up to small grin. As he picked a can of beer and opened it, Kame’s faint voice and Jin’s silent chuckle was heard in the background. The two were conversing about how long it had been since the last time Kame visited and Jin throwing several jokes about kidnapping Kame from set just to make time him to visit, and as the voices reached three feet apart from him Yamapi turned to his two friends with a smile.
“Hello Kame, just in time as always. Beer?” he offered.
Kame stared at him skeptically.
“Just one can won’t hurt you. Come on, I’ve already opened three! It’s been so long since we have our guys night with just the three of us, right? You shouldn’t ruin the fun.”
Yamapi won as Kame took the offered drink from his hand. Soon the three of them sat on the couch with the same drink on each of their hand and started talking. It was always the same; they started with their groups, their respective jobs, and then it’d started to wander off on anything. Same plot all over again, the only differences were their conversations and how Yamapi kept his eyes attached on Kame with only occasional glances thrown at Jin. Nevertheless, it was going well so far.
Until the youngest one said, “don’t you think it’s a little hot in here?”
Jin choked on his drink.
“Really?” Yamapi lifted an eyebrow innocently.
“Yeah. Don’t you two feel hot?” Kame pulled on his shirt, letting the air brushed over his body through the thin collar.
Yamapi chuckled. “At least the beer’s cold. Good for you.”
Kame gave a small nod and took another swig, draining the can empty.
“Wow.” He said. “I think I gulped it a little too fast, I’m feeling kind of lightheaded now.” Kame stood to excuse himself for the washroom, but the stars in his head knocked him as he did, making him landed on Jin. Almost, if it weren’t for the latter’s strong grip on his arms, helping him stand for balance.
Muttering a small thank you and a short sorry, he excused himself, leaving the two in the living room alone for a talk.
“Alright, talk. You did something funny, didn’t you?”
“Probably”
“Speak up.” He was not going to beg.
So Yamapi give in. “Ok, I probably put a little something in his bee-”
“What?”
“Some kind of aphrodisiac and mild narcotic, combine-”
“What!?”
Yamapi quirked his brows. “Don’t ‘what’ me. Relax, man. It’s nothing illegal for sure. We’re not gonna get behind bars for this. You have my word.”
“This is just marvelous.” Jin slapped his head and rested both elbows on his knees. “Oh darn. How- Where did you get that kind of stuff anyway?”
A grin was the only answer he got. “Trust me, you don’t wanna know.” Yamapi took yet another sip from the can. “Just relax and stick to our plan, will you?”
“Your plan.”
He rolled his eyes.
Their friendly chitchat had to stop as Kame entered the room once more in a slightly different look. Slightly ragged breathing, slightly opened mouth, slightly flustered cheeks, slightly tipsy footsteps. He returned with cold wet showered face-both Jin and Yamapi could tell-but hot burning cells underneath.
“I…I think I should go now.” He started. “I’m not feeling too well, probably lack of sleep.” Not even bothering to get any responds from his two friends, he rushed on both sluggish feet to grab his coat before a hand took his arm from behind. He turned.
“Wait,” Jin said, “I have something to tell you. It can’t wait.”
Kame hesitated for a moment; it was obviously not the perfect time to talk. A hesitating Jin would even make it worse; if only he could just spit it out already instead of consuming the time to stare at those foot of his and languidly lick those lips-those oh so tempting lips of his-pushing anyone to join his tongue in little devilish game on those devilish lip-.
Jin was more than surprised when Kame pressed his lips on his own without warning. And so was Kame three seconds later.
“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t me-” but Jin decided no explanation was necessary. He needed those lips. He needed him. So much.
“Jin…what are you doing?” Kame managed to ask as he was crushed between the couch and Jin and sloppy kisses and hasty fingers.
“Exactly what you think I’m doing.” He replied, not stopping his task to give that beautiful slender neck more kisses and bites and licks as his fingers kept working on those every buttons and zippers of the other’s clothing he could find.
Then pregnant silence fell upon them; only the sound of rapidly exhaled air and carelessly ripped fabric were heard along with the silence. Seemingly Kame had lost to his own desire magma when he started kissing back, ripping back-
“Ohh…” he moaned audibly as Jin finally got himself kneeling on the floor, tongue darting experimentally on his manhood before enclosing it with his mouth. It never occurred to him when exactly had Jin managed to get him naked or when had Jin get his legs spread apart, bended on both knees with feet on the edge of the couch. Not like he cared anyway. This was more important than that, he thought. The blinding feeling of hot, amazingly skilled muscle feeding on his cock, pressing all the right pulses and engulfing him even deeper and deeper. It was more important than anything else. He couldn’t stop gripping at Jin’s slightly wet hair for dear life, couldn’t decide whether to pull on the hair for mercy or push on the scalp for more.
Moans turned into groans as fingers started crawling into his entrance. One at first before another one joined, and then another one in a merry, hungry wet thrust; making him arch his back gracefully against the couch. Scissoring, digging, exploring inside-enough to make him see whites on the dark grey ceiling and lose control.
As he started to regain control of his breath and believe it had finally come to end, Jin pushed his right’s index to join his left’s three fingers and spread his entrance open wide, before giving the stretched hole a strong, languid lick of tongue; successfully earning a throaty moan from him.
“Not yet, baby.” Jin spoke as if he read could read minds. “Not yet.” Moving away from the sweet hole, Jin grabbed the back of his partner’s knees with both hands to dangle those legs over his shoulders as he gave him a full French kiss; which Kame accepted eagerly. Circling his arms on Jin’s neck, Kame let himself be pushed to lay on the couch as Jin climbed up to straddle him without breaking the kiss-before Kame felt something entered him without notice in the south.
Kame tried to strengthen his grip on the couch as Jin pushed in mightily, hoping his lungs would stop sucking oxygen in rapid speed all together. It was a difficult thing to do. “Jin…”
Jin clenched his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to hold his horses down. He needed to give the latter some time. “Yeah?”
“………You’re…huge…”
All decisions forgotten, Jin rewarded him with one hard, deep thrust. “Thank you.” And soon gave him even more; harder, deeper, faster, farther, stronger-Kame doubted he could take it no matter how he desired it. He tried to regain self control, to regain his cool, to regain every bit of rationality but they all flew out the window once he felt something deep inside him was stabbed. Repeatedly.
Cries turned into screams.
Blame it on the swirling neurons in his brain, blame it on the boiling blood in his veins, blame it on the drugs swimming in through his fiber-if only he knew. He wanted more.
Again, as if reading his mind, Jin hoisted him up until he had himself sitting on the couch, both feet touching the cold lonely floor with Kame sitting on his lap, legs circled around his waist. It was thrilling and addicting, he could see Kame arching his neck beautifully, he could see the light illuminating every line on-
-he could see his long forgotten best friend watching them.
He froze.
“…Jin…” Kame whined in annoyance when Jin suddenly stopped sending him clouds and stars. He tried to push and grind against the latter to no avail, wondering what the hell was going on. Then it dawned on him what might have been the cause to Jin’s sudden halt.
Oh no.
Suddenly foreign fingers traced upon the base of his shoulder, trailing down and front to his collarbone, pushing his neck to lean back against butterfly kisses on the nape of his neck.
Ohh.
“Jin,” his attacker said inbetween kisses, “I think I’ve found the perfect way for you to pay me back.”
The intruder pulled one of Jin’s legs onto the sofa as he pushed Kame to lean against Jin, chest to chest, skin to skin. Jin’s mind was still in lost until he saw his friend placing a hand on Kame’s behind. He couldn’t really see what exactly was the other doing but he knew. Oh God he knew.
He was right.
Kame gasped erratically, sharply, desperately as the tightness of his body was being stretched apart even more. Jin tried to muffle a groan, and so was Yamapi, but it was beyond impossible. It was getting even more unbearable when Yamapi pushed himself in, slowly, until he, too, was buried to the hilt. Kame felt like fainting. And then Jin sat up, aligning them both in a perfect sandwich, and suddenly one of them started thrusting.
Oh God.
An endless burning sensation tore through Kame as both male penetrated him even wider, even further as they moved hastily, beastly until they reached a faultless tempo-with one of his legs tangled on Jin’s shoulder while four hands gripped on his hips-it was almost impossible to shed a tear or two. The pain was unbearable, but felt amazing at the same time. Almost too good he could really cry for days. He never felt so vulnerable before, yet so damned possessed-in an amazingly mind-blowing way.
It was beyond anything they had ever felt before.
And they came almost in harmony.
Finally coming down from the high, the smallest one collapsed on Yamapi’s shoulder, too weary to stay conscious. It was as if all the energy had been drained out of him, even thinking and mumbling seemed impossible to-
“Mmmh-” sneaky fingers found his nipple and started doing wonders before another set of fingers brushed against his manhood.
“Come on, princess.” Someone said. He didn’t have enough brainpower to distinguish which voice was whose. “The night is still young.”
To bedroom he was dragged.
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“And I could still remember every detail in my mind, clearly.” Jin drew circle on Kame’s toned arm as he helped his friend finished off the story, throwing lopsided grins here and there. “You can always ask me to retell the story for you.”
“Perfect.” Kame groaned, pulling the blanket to hide his face as he mumbled something almost untranslatable. Between muffled mumbles both Jin and Yamapi could hear him say “You both drugged me. It’s not fair.” Jin simply chuckled and kissed his right shoulder.
“And I must say…” Yamapi started again, gently pulling the blanket away from Kame’s face, revealing two meekly glaring almonds. “It wasn’t without any calculation. To be honest, it was all thanks to you, Kame. You sent me a solid hint. I’d never plan something like that if I wasn’t even sure it would give positive results.”
Jin quirked his eyebrow in curiosity and interest.
Whichever stronger, probably both.
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“So that’s why they still got to see the manager. Tiring, but it’s part of the job, so what can you say…” Kame said as he closed the wardrobe and turned, walking to the mirror to fix his clothes and hair. Examining his own reflection in the mirror, he seemed to realize something missing. He opened the drawer and took out a ring between his fingers. A ring too familiar for every eyes close to him. The legendary pinky ring. He put it on his pinky gently, almost lovingly, and took a time to gaze at his now perfect finger with unexplainable smile. After a minute or two, he turned to his companion. “Anyway, I’ve got to go now. Sorry I can’t accompany you here.”
Yamapi stared at the radiant ring for two seconds. Now he was the same Kamenashi Kazuya as the one in the magazine. Same person, same figure, wearing the same bloody ring like the one Jin always has. “Not a problem. Thanks for the beer.”
“Say hi to Jin for me.” He smiled before leaving.
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Kame turned ivory. He still couldn’t believe how the simplest gesture could speak hundreds of words to Yamapi, who grasped every meaning with utmost precise. He didn’t know what to say. He just gaped-while Jin laughed heartily and kissed his right cheek.
Yamapi grinned and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Kame left’s cheek, saying, “See, Jin? I’ve told you you’d owe me big time.”
And a haughty smirk came adorning Jin’s face.
-The End-