Gift fic for chiseenpaw
To: chiseenpaw
From: misao_duo & razberrycreme
SEASON'S GREETINGS!
Title: Nakamaru Dies At The End
Pairing/Group: Kame/Jin, KAT-TUN
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Humor, slight angst, some animal harm (?), homophobia (??), Josh bashing (???)
Notes:
- Please don’t take the warnings (with the exception of the first 2) too seriously.
- Merry Christmas chiseenpaw! Hope you enjoy your present :)
- A huge heartfelt thank you to betas p & r for editing on such short notice. You guys are the best. Seriously, this fic could not have been written without the two of you. YOU'RE BOTH AMAZING.
- P.S. This is an alternate universe(????) in which Jin for some reason does not know how to take care of dogs.
Summary: Jin really misses the days he could do stupid stuff and be confident that Kame would still adore him. Now Kame has highlights in his hair and even his pajamas are designer brands.
“And then the funniest shit happened,” Josh says, and Jin presses the cell phone a little closer to his ear, tries to listen to some of the voices in the background, to the conversations people nearby are having as Josh walks the streets.
It’s not that he isn’t interested in what Josh has to say; Jin was the one who called in the first place. It’s just that. Well.
Sometimes, when it’s the middle of the afternoon and he doesn’t have dance rehearsals, or vocal rehearsals or is trying to think of new lyrics, he really misses Tokyo. It’s mostly okay while he’s keeping busy; kind of like a papercut after the initial prick is gone, and you are left only with that almost invisible line that stings a little bit whenever you try to pull a gangster handshake because it’s right between the fingers. Barely there, really.
It’s not quite as easy to ignore during his idle time.
When moments like that hit, Jin finds himself with the weirdest craving to hear someone speaking Japanese. His first instinct is always to call his parents or Reio, but he’d feel like the crappiest son and brother ever if he woke up his family in the middle of the night just because he wants someone to pick up their phone and answer with “Moshi moshi,” rather than “Hello”.
Admittedly, he wouldn’t feel as bad doing the same to Yamapi or Ryo, but Yamapi stopped picking up his calls after Jin made that joke about trying to follow in his solo steps the wrong way, and how he was sure he was going to Korea rather than America because Pi was such an Asian food elitist, and Ryo started doing the same not long after.
Jin suspects they’ve made some kind of sick call-shunning pact to punish him.
There are other people he can call, people whose numbers he still has secured in his phone card memory despite how he used to deny this fact during every interview that presented him the chance. But the truth is that Jin is not exactly confident about how well his ex-bandmates would react upon receiving a call from him in the middle of the night, no matter what their jweb updates say about wanting him to stop being shy and just call.
Not that Jin even reads those.
So he ends up calling Josh, which is not the same, but at least he always picks up.
“Man, you still there?”
It sort of defeats the purpose, Jin thinks a little sourly, but at least he gets news from home. “Yeah. What happened?”
“Ah. Okay. So, I switched channels and your old band was on. And they looked like. Dude. So gay. Like. You know that one that looked constantly mad at everything?”
Jin scrunches up his nose a bit, tries to ignore the fact that if Josh thinks KAT-TUN looks gay, he’s kind of implying that Jin also looks gay, because they were a unit for much longer than he’s been a solo artist and some things, well, they just stick.
“Kame?” he says, but only because it’s the first name that comes to mind, not because he thinks that Kame really looks constantly mad. Not anymore, anyway.
“Yeah, that one. Guy had a damned stick up his ass every fucking time we met.” Josh replies, and Jin bites back a retort about how maybe Kame had a good reason to. “So, anyway. He looked extra gay.”
“Did he,” Jin says, hoping that his tone communicates how very little interest he has in pursuing this subject.
“Totally. And he was really gaying it up with that other guy, the one that showed up to one of your concerts. Naka-what’s-his-face.”
Jin swallows and tries not to focus on how wrong it feels to have someone who isn’t part of KAT-TUN call his bandmate (ex-bandmate, a little voice corrects) that. “Nakamaru.”
“Yeah, that one. He was super gay, too.”
Hearing that makes Jin wish Josh knew more words, and not only because then Josh could teach him all those new words and then Jin could use those on his new songs, but also because the amount of times he’s used the word “gay” in the last ten seconds makes Jin feel a bit sick.
“Like. Gross. They looked like -”
Or maybe it’s the thought of Kame and Maru acting gay together. “Yeah, no, okay. I’ve gotta go now, man. Talk to you later,” Jin blurts, hanging up before he loses his cool; he might not be living on ten dollars a day this time around but he has learned the hard way that arguing during international calls usually gets very expensive.
Jin flings his phone over the couch and stares at it. He thinks about calling Ryo until he picks up and then demand that Ryo tells him he doesn’t look gay (because if Jin looks gay, then that means that Ryo looks at least twice as gay, since he’s his friend and so is Pi, and they are either all gay or totally all not-gay), thinks about calling Nakamaru and coming up with a new nickname for him, one that no one else but them will know about.
Most of all, he thinks about calling Kame and asking if he’s been mad at something lately (maybe he’s mad at you, the little voice from before says, and Jin tells it to shut up even though it’s all the same inside his head).
Between that and missing home, it’s a little too much to handle; he opens up his laptop and looks around the room for his guitar.
It’ll be just another couple of weeks before he gets back to Tokyo.
---
"Hello?"
"Whoa," Jin says, leaning back on the couch, "What's up with you?" He tries not to laugh nervously when he hears Kame’s patient sigh.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you annoyed at something? Had a bad day?"
"Wh- All I said was ‘hello,’" Kame says, his words quickly becoming clipped.
"Hmm," Jin says, and hangs up. He gets up from the couch and stretches, half-heartedly looking around his living room for his keys and wallet. He grabs his coat and slips his angrily buzzing cell phone into the pocket instead of ignoring the call. He locks his door behind him, humming a few bars of the new KAT-TUN single underneath his breath while he waits for the elevator.
---
"Why are you outside my door at one in the morning?"
"Uh," Jin says, feeling awkward, "Kame, could you- can you open the door, please?"
"Not until you tell me why you're here." Kame's voice sounds muffled and cranky. Jin shifts the plastic bags in his hands and rolls his eyes.
"Kame. Just let me in. You are such a baby."
"Not until you-"
"ATTENTION ALL YARAKASHI, KAMENASHI KAZUYA LIVES HE-" Jin's cut off when Kame throws the door open and yanks him inside.
"Finally," Jin says, putting down the bags and rifling through them idly, "My arms are really tired." When he looks up Kame is giving him the stone-face of anger, his arms crossed dangerously. For a skinny boy dressed in sweats with hair coming out of his head in a strange imitation of a whale spout, Kame can be pretty intimidating.
"Um, I got these for you..." Jin says, slowly straightening up and gesturing hesitantly at the bags. It seemed like a good idea twenty minutes ago. Then again Jin hasn't slept for three weeks and Kame's angry face has now shifted into skeptical suspicion.
Since his last talk with Josh, maybe even before that if he’s honest with himself, Jin has thought a lot about Kame. He knows Kame said that he was "okay" with the whole Jin going to America (again) thing, but the truth is that sometimes Kame is passive-aggressive and Jin just doesn't notice.
He really misses the days he could do stupid stuff and be confident that Kame would still adore him. Now Kame has highlights in his hair and even his pajamas are designer brands.
Jin feels out of his league when Kame takes out a strawberry-flavored energy drink and a bag of chocolate panda-shaped cookies that still has the bright orange "CLEARANCE: EXPIRES 12/25" sticker on it. Damn it, Jin doesn't even know if there are designer cookies but he probably should have bought those for Kame instead. Ran-chan belatedly hurtles down the hallway from the bedroom to leap up on Jin, most likely because dogs can sense when people are about to die and Jin is about to die of awkwardness.
"You used to like those," Jin says, trying to sound friendly and not stupid. Then he realizes that Kame probably knows what he used to like and shuts up, kneeling down to scratch behind Ran-chan's ears.
"I still do," Kame finally says, his angry squinty-eyed expression finally softening into something like that adoration Jin used to see. "Thank you."
"No proble-"
"I'll eat them later. No food after eight o'clock at night," Kame says over his shoulder as he makes his way to the kitchen to put the energy drinks away. Jin stares at Ran-chan, who butts her head into Jin's palm in a last-ditch effort to restore Jin's will to live.
"Oh yeah," Jin says, petting the dog determinedly, "I forgot." Then Jin remembers why he decided to buy the cookies despite it being one in the morning in the first place. "So...are things okay?"
"What do you mean?" Kame asks, and Jin's head jerks up to look at Kame when he realizes how close he is.
"You sounded ste-, uh, stressed. Have you been-, uh, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Kame says, sitting down on the ground to pet Ran. "I said 'hello' and you thought I sounded stressed?"
"Your voice gets really, um...low. And quiet. When you're stressed," Jin says, laughing when Ran wags her tail in his face.
"Oh," Kame says, and goes quiet. They play with Ran-chan for a minute in silence, Ran's panting the only noise in the apartment. Jin feels strangely more comfortable. He figures that Kame still gets weird about confiding in people about things that stress him out. When they were younger he would only do it in private, in secret, like during sleepovers in the dark, whispering in Jin's ear about how nervous he was about being a junior and playing baseball and how he hoped he'd be in Jin's band. Jin lies awake thinking about those times some nights.
"How's America?" Kame finally asks, shaking Ran-chan's paw.
"It's awesome," Jin says excitedly, "The fans are so energetic and the people I work with are so talented, seriously, I've never met people who-" he looks up and catches Kame looking at him with a determinedly polite, interested look on face.
"It's mostly just a lot of bad hotel food," he ends, stumbling over his words like an idiot.
"It sounds like fun," Kame says. He sounds like normal Kame except that his brow is all creased like angry Kame. Or sad Kame.
"I miss KAT-TUN," Jin says sincerely, and his eyes widen when Kame starts to turn into skeptical Kame again.
"No, seriously. I know we always said we didn't hang out or anything, but when we were together it was fun. It's cool to meet new people but it's not the same as knowing you guys...the way we know each other." Jin desperately wishes he could talk to Kame in song or something. It's a lot easier to talk about his feelings when his voice is autotuned.
"We've gotten closer since you've left," Kame replies.
"Huh," Jin says, because he has no idea what to say to that besides “ARE YOU DATING NAKAMARU?” and that sounds jealous and petty and like something that would get him kicked out of the apartment pretty quickly.
This night has taken a weird turn considering the last time they'd talked, months ago, Jin mostly made fun of Kame's hair while Kame tried to make polite small talk about Jin's upcoming tour in the U.S. At the time, Jin had thought that meant they really were okay.
Now Jin thinks he was probably wrong.
"We have a new single," Kame says, like Jin’s blind behind his sunglasses and missed all the billboards spread around Tokyo. "It's doing well."
"I know," Jin says, thinking, if everything is so great why did you sound so crappy on the phone? but that's so like Kame. Kame could probably be permanently elected "Best JE Idol Ever" and still worry about whether people like him.
"But there are still some fans who hate us because they think we made you leave," Kame adds. Ran-chan whimpers and starts padding away towards the kitchen. Jin watches her go in resignation. Even Ran-chan thinks he’s a lost cause.
"I know," Jin says again, turning to face Kame. "I'm sorry."
Kame looks away to pick at lint on his sweatpants. "It's fine."
"You sound stressed again," Jin points out, smiling wryly. He leans back on his hands and feels a ball of dread sink into his stomach when he asks, "Are you mad at me?"
Jin half expects Kame to switch to annoyed Kame and reply with an immediate “Yeah,” followed by, “Because you’re an idiot.” Instead, Kame frowns a bit and just looks at him for a moment like he doesn’t get what Jin’s on about.
“Why would I be mad at you? We haven’t talked in weeks,” he says, and Jin hates that he still can’t tell if it’s angry Kame or sad Kame he’s dealing with. He also doesn’t know which would be worse.
“No. I mean, I know. But look-”
There’s a sudden noise and Jin pauses, looks behind Kame and finds another dog slowly making its way down the hallway. It takes just a second for Jin to notice that this is not Ran-chan coming back to try and save him from yet another life threatening awkward moment, not only because this dog is not as big as Ran, but also because it doesn’t immediately leap on him, like she usually does.
“Here, Jelly,” Kame calls, and the dog speeds up and comes to his side, barely sparing Jin a second glance.
“Who’s that?” Jin asks.
Kame blinks at him like he’s stupid. “My other dog.”
“Oh.” Jin snaps his fingers a couple of times to catch the dog’s attention, but it only sniffs the air in his general direction before climbing into Kame’s lap and snuggling up to him possessively, bumping her nose against his stomach.
They fall silent again while Jin watches Kame pet the dog, wondering why it’s even there, if Kame maybe felt lonely with only one dog. More importantly, he wonders if someone else was there with Kame when he bought this new dog.
A subdued, slightly demented song sounds from the direction of the bedroom and Kame unfolds gracefully from his sitting position, placing Jelly on the floor. “Cell phone,” he says over his shoulder as he walks to pick it up.
The dog stares up at Jin, and Jin stares back and smiles a bit, tries to look friendly and unthreatening.
Jelly turns around and kicks a hind leg a couple of times in Jin’s direction as if burying something before leaping to the living room. If dogs really can sense things, Jin thinks, maybe this one can sense that his friendship with its owner is over. No wonder it hates him. It probably hates Ran-chan for liking him too.
Jin tsks and follows it, figuring that having one of Kame’s dogs hating his guts probably won’t help his case. He finds the bag of chocolate panda-shaped cookies on the living room table and eyes it speculatively. He can always buy Kame some more later.
He places one cookie on the floor by his feet and watches as the dog’s ears perk up. Come and get your treat, girl, Jin thinks, hoping the thought gets stored somewhere in the back of his brain, just in case he needs that line later for one of his new songs.
Jelly walks to him and eyes the cookie for a moment before snatching it, chewing in delight. Jin smirks when the dog then eyes him with a pleading expression.
He is holding the bag of cookies just out of Jelly’s reach, waiting for her to leap on his legs and recognize that maybe he’s not as bad a guy as she initially thought, since he has the chocolate cookies and everything, when he hears a coughing sound and turns around to find Kame standing a few meters away.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” Jin replies, holding the bag of cookies behind his back and letting it fall to the floor in what he hopes is a discreet fashion. “Who was it on the phone?” he asks, more to cover his dog affection-buying ploy up than anything else.
“Yuichi.”
Jin frowns. So now it’s Yuichi. “What did he want?”
The question probably takes Kame by surprise because he blinks then frowns back at him like - and this time Jin is sure - annoyed Kame. “He wanted to ask me what I’m wearing,” Kame deadpans, and Jin feels a blood vessel burst somewhere inside his head.
“WHAT,” he shouts, immediately fumbling for his own phone, an idea for a murder threat mail on the tip of his fingers.
Kame just looks at him, brow furrowed further and mouth twisted, and Jin concludes that he might have overreacted just now. “What’s wrong with you?” Kame asks.
“Nothing is wrong with me” Jin replies, feeling defensive. “You’re the one who’s going around getting all close to people and buying new dogs and -”
A muffled whimper interrupts him and Jin looks behind himself only to see both of Kame’s dogs with their heads stuck inside the cookie bag, tails wagging.
When Kame pushes past him to crouch where the dogs are, Jin thinks that maybe the new one had reason to hate him after all.
---
Jin checks his watch and sighs; they’ve been sitting side by side in the waiting room of the animal hospital for over half an hour but Kame still hasn’t said a single word to him, opting for typing away at his cell phone instead.
Probably texting with his precious Yuichi, Jin thinks, viciously hoping that the frowny emoticon fails him when he tries to add five of them in a row at the end of his “Idiot Akanishi tried to kill my dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :( :( :( :( :(” message.
Actually he’s desperately hoping that Kame’s just texting his manager to let him know that the online search team should be on the lookout during the next day, just in case any “I saw Kamenashi-kun and Akanishi-kun on a date at the animal hospital at two a.m.” posts pop up on the blogs of some wannabe models.
Jin doesn’t really blame Kame for not wanting to talk to him right now. At one point of the night he optimistically thought that having both of Kame’s dogs barf all over his car would be punishment enough for screwing up but he quickly figured out that that was not the case.
He looks at Kame, who’s still wearing his designer pajama pants under a leather jacket and managing to look ten times classier than half of the people Jin knows when they’re dressed in their evening clothes. Jin tries to gauge his mood. Kame’s ditched his cell phone by now and is just staring blankly ahead, idly twisting a ring on his pinky.
“Ne, Kame,” Jin tries quietly, “Are you mad?”
There’s a long silence.
“You poisoned my dogs,” Kame says listlessly, not bothering to look at Jin as he replies.
Jin sighs again and sags back into his seat.
---
"I'll drive again," Kame says, taking Jin's keys from him and unlocking the car doors.
"It's my car," Jin mutters underneath his breath, fumbling to settle the sleepy dogs in their kennels onto the backseat.
"Almost killed my dogs," Kame says, starting the engine.
"The vet said that they'll be fine!"
"My dogs. They almost died." Kame locks the doors and backs out of the parking lot.
"I'm never going to live this down," Jin says to Ran-chan, who growls in her sleep. While he's in the back, he carefully takes the dogs out of their kennels and settles them more comfortably in his lap.
"I'm sorry," Jin says, stroking their heads gently, "If I'd gotten the designer cookies this wouldn't have happened, huh?" When he looks up he catches Kame watching him in the rearview mirror before he glances away. He doesn't look angry anymore. Just tired.
---
"So," Kame begins slowly, looking at Jin with a questioning frown, "Why are you here?"
"Uh, you drove me here, in my car," Jin points out, settling the dogs in their baskets. Kame gives Jin an exasperated look. Jin doesn't like the looks he's been getting tonight. Now more than ever he misses the way Kame looked at him when they were younger, when Kame didn't have to ask Jin why he'd come over in the middle of the night.
Then again, Kame tended to look exasperated back then, too.
"You know what I mean." Kame leans against the couch, following Jin with his gaze when Jin straightens up.
"Well. Um." Jin fidgets with his sleeve; he hates being put on the spot, though he never used to mind it when Kame focused all of his attention on him. But back then he was used to it.
Kame just waits expectantly through the silence while Jin looks away, around the apartment, trying to think of what to say. Why is he here? Besides the fact that he knew Kame was stressed so he went to the grocery store and bought things for Kame without even thinking. Because he still thinks about Kame, even if- and Jin's gaze lands on Kame's computer, which is actually on, a miracle in and of itself.
Nakamaru.
Jin's eyes narrow; to think that he'd gotten piggyback rides from that backstabbing freak of a nose.
"You never return my calls anymore," Jin says, with sudden heat in his voice. "You never answer either. And I never see you, but I always see you with - other people," Jin flails his hand in a gesture that's supposed to approximate the shape of a humongous nose. "I just wanted to...uh. Check. If you hated me." Jin meets Kame's gaze. "Do you?" he asks, because he still thinks about Kame, even if Kame doesn't think about him anymore. Even if Kame thinks about other people instead.
Kame just watches him for a quiet moment, and Jin thinks: shit. This is it. When Kame finally says that it's over, there's no more hope. Jin figures if he leaves right after Kame finishes speaking (how long can it take to say "Yes, Jin, I do hate you. Get the fuck out of my apartment, dog-killer"?) he can still make it to the nearest combini before it closes to buy alcohol. Lots of alcohol. And takuan and rayuu.
"You're so stupid." Kame's moved closer somehow, and Jin can only stare when Kame raises a hand to ruffle Jin's hair. "Is that all?"
"Uh." Isn't that enough?! Jin blinks and tries not to move too much when Kame's fingers brush his cheek. "Y-yeah?"
Kame just laughs. "You do know that you never gave me your new number, right? And that I block calls from numbers I don't know?"
Oh, fuck. Shit. That actually explains a lot. So his parents weren't just ignoring him this entire time, either...(or were they?)
"Er." Jin decides that evasion would be the best tactic in this scenario. "So you don't hate me?" he asks hopefully.
"Well, you did just attempt to murder my pets," Kame says, tilting his head and stepping closer. "You should make up for that."
"Um," Jin replies, hoping it sounds apologetic because he's not sure he can actually form words at the moment when he's staring in fascination at the way Kame has reached up and taken hold on the hem of his shirt. The way Kame tugs Jin in makes Jin forget to breathe; they're so close.
"I kissed you in the car outside of the airport when you left," Kame says, as if Jin could forget.
He's been thinking and carefully not-thinking about that the entire time he was gone, because remembering the feel of Kame's lips against his makes him even more tongue-tied than usual. The fear of Kame hating him had shoved it from his mind temporarily, but now it’s back, and Jin knows he should stop staring at Kame's mouth but he can't help it. They're so close.
"I thought you not calling me was your way of rejecting me," Kame continues softly, twisting his fingers in Jin's shirt. Jin raises his hands to Kame's arms before he can think about it, feeling like an enormous jackass. He's opening his mouth to apologize when Kame's eyes narrow and he says, "But no, you were just being an idiot. Like always."
"Well, uh," Jin flounders, more urgently this time as he realizes Kame's angry face is starting to emerge. "My bad..."
"All that time you made me worry," Kame says, ignoring Jin, "just because you didn't think to leave me your phone number when you got a new hand phone." Kame's hands slide down Jin's sides to settle at Jin's hips, fingers curved possessively around Jin's waist. "Shouldn't you apologize?"
"You know, you could have asked for my number," Jin points out, "Pi would have told you."
"I kissed you and you ran off to another country without calling me! I thought you were telling me to back off!"
"Well, then, I'm not the only stupid one here," Jin replies matter-of-factly. "I would never tell you to back off."
"You-" Kame's reply is cut off when Jin laughs and kisses him, mouth still curved in a relieved smile. Kame makes an indignant noise and presses in deep kisses of retaliation until he can feel Jin gasping for breath in between, the heat of Jin's cock pressed up against his thigh. Kame pulls away for a moment in order to bend his knees, lifting Jin up when he straightens and moving them towards the bedroom. Jin's arms twine tightly around his neck in surprise.
"Have you been working out?" Jin asks, snickering.
"Yes. Have you lost weight?" Kame shoots back.
"Mm. Had to," Jin says, and laughs breathlessly when Kame drops him onto the bed. He brushes cool fingertips down Kame's temple, smoothing out the worry lines with his touch. "Let's talk about food later," Jin says, and pulls Kame down for a kiss.
---
"If you say that, along with teaching you how to work your computer, Nakamaru showed you this too, I will seriously k-kill you," Jin says, voice going high towards the end when Kame tongues the underside of his cock.
"Hmm. Sort of," Kame says infuriatingly, making Jin jerk with annoyance and arousal at the same time when he puts his mouth around him and sucks lightly.
"What does that mean," Jin grounds out, eyes narrowing. Kame doesn't reply for a long moment, too busy exploring with his tongue and Jin's in no state of coherency to protest.
"He showed me how to use the Internet," Kame says, shrugging. He pulls away and smirks when Jin protests, gently disentangling Jin's arms from around his neck so he can stretch across the bed and reach for something in a bedside drawer. He uncaps a bottle and squeezes out a smooth substance onto his fingers. His smile widens. "You can learn a lot on there."
Jin's toes curl when Kame puts his mouth back on him, a finger teasing Jin's entrance.
"Kame." Jin digs his fingers into Kame's shoulders, fingernails scratching across the smooth surface of Kame's shirt. "Why do you- why- why do you get to, uh, keep your clothes- on?" He asks, distracted by Kame's tongue and clever fingers. Kame drags his mouth off Jin's cock with a loud pop, laughing when Jin starts to turn red in embarrassment.
"If it bothers you, take it off for me," Kame says, challenging, and he grins at Jin before lowering his mouth again, his palm warm on the inside of Jin's thigh as he encourages Jin to spread his legs further. Jin can't figure out how to coordinate his limbs when Kame's doing something with his fingers that makes Jin alternately want to withdraw, overwhelmed, and to raise his hips into it and demand more.
By the time Kame's fucking him deep with his fingers and swallowing around Jin's cock, Jin has completely forgotten about taking off Kame's shirt.
---
“I thought you’d forgotten about me,” Kame sighs softly in his ear; his body feels deliciously warm and solid where it moves over Jin’s.
“I don’t drink that much,” Jin pants, “It’d take a lot more Lovejuice to forget you.” He laughs when Kame stops to hit his arm.
“You know what I mean,” Kame insists.
Jin swears Kame is man by day and girl by night; he will probably want to hold his hand while they fall asleep together or something.
“I would never forget you,” Jin says, reaching up to kiss Kame’s mouth gently. “I watch too much t.v. and commercials for that to happen.” He laughs again when Kame makes a noise in the back of his throat and bends over Jin with intent, hands sliding up Jin’s legs.
---
"Was that enough to make up for the whole dog thing?" Jin asks, yawning. He feels safe and happy, Kame's body pressed loosely against his so that every movement allows him to brush up against Kame's bare skin.
"My dogs' lives are worth way more than having you in my bed for one night," Kame replies, trying for indignance, but he’s immediately soothed when Jin strokes curious touches down his arm.
"Then, uh...what are you doing tomorrow night?"
When Kame turns to face him, Jin's smiling, eyes half-lidded with sleep.
"I'll be waiting for you to finish making it up to me," Kame replies, and leans in that last inch to kiss Jin lazily on the pillows, his skin flushed warm underneath Kame's palm, and everything quiet except their breathing and the excited thudding of his heartbeat in his ears.
Finally.
---
When Jin wakes up to Kame's kiss, he's holding Kame's hand.
From: misao_duo & razberrycreme
SEASON'S GREETINGS!
Title: Nakamaru Dies At The End
Pairing/Group: Kame/Jin, KAT-TUN
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Humor, slight angst, some animal harm (?), homophobia (??), Josh bashing (???)
Notes:
- Please don’t take the warnings (with the exception of the first 2) too seriously.
- Merry Christmas chiseenpaw! Hope you enjoy your present :)
- A huge heartfelt thank you to betas p & r for editing on such short notice. You guys are the best. Seriously, this fic could not have been written without the two of you. YOU'RE BOTH AMAZING.
- P.S. This is an alternate universe(????) in which Jin for some reason does not know how to take care of dogs.
Summary: Jin really misses the days he could do stupid stuff and be confident that Kame would still adore him. Now Kame has highlights in his hair and even his pajamas are designer brands.
“And then the funniest shit happened,” Josh says, and Jin presses the cell phone a little closer to his ear, tries to listen to some of the voices in the background, to the conversations people nearby are having as Josh walks the streets.
It’s not that he isn’t interested in what Josh has to say; Jin was the one who called in the first place. It’s just that. Well.
Sometimes, when it’s the middle of the afternoon and he doesn’t have dance rehearsals, or vocal rehearsals or is trying to think of new lyrics, he really misses Tokyo. It’s mostly okay while he’s keeping busy; kind of like a papercut after the initial prick is gone, and you are left only with that almost invisible line that stings a little bit whenever you try to pull a gangster handshake because it’s right between the fingers. Barely there, really.
It’s not quite as easy to ignore during his idle time.
When moments like that hit, Jin finds himself with the weirdest craving to hear someone speaking Japanese. His first instinct is always to call his parents or Reio, but he’d feel like the crappiest son and brother ever if he woke up his family in the middle of the night just because he wants someone to pick up their phone and answer with “Moshi moshi,” rather than “Hello”.
Admittedly, he wouldn’t feel as bad doing the same to Yamapi or Ryo, but Yamapi stopped picking up his calls after Jin made that joke about trying to follow in his solo steps the wrong way, and how he was sure he was going to Korea rather than America because Pi was such an Asian food elitist, and Ryo started doing the same not long after.
Jin suspects they’ve made some kind of sick call-shunning pact to punish him.
There are other people he can call, people whose numbers he still has secured in his phone card memory despite how he used to deny this fact during every interview that presented him the chance. But the truth is that Jin is not exactly confident about how well his ex-bandmates would react upon receiving a call from him in the middle of the night, no matter what their jweb updates say about wanting him to stop being shy and just call.
Not that Jin even reads those.
So he ends up calling Josh, which is not the same, but at least he always picks up.
“Man, you still there?”
It sort of defeats the purpose, Jin thinks a little sourly, but at least he gets news from home. “Yeah. What happened?”
“Ah. Okay. So, I switched channels and your old band was on. And they looked like. Dude. So gay. Like. You know that one that looked constantly mad at everything?”
Jin scrunches up his nose a bit, tries to ignore the fact that if Josh thinks KAT-TUN looks gay, he’s kind of implying that Jin also looks gay, because they were a unit for much longer than he’s been a solo artist and some things, well, they just stick.
“Kame?” he says, but only because it’s the first name that comes to mind, not because he thinks that Kame really looks constantly mad. Not anymore, anyway.
“Yeah, that one. Guy had a damned stick up his ass every fucking time we met.” Josh replies, and Jin bites back a retort about how maybe Kame had a good reason to. “So, anyway. He looked extra gay.”
“Did he,” Jin says, hoping that his tone communicates how very little interest he has in pursuing this subject.
“Totally. And he was really gaying it up with that other guy, the one that showed up to one of your concerts. Naka-what’s-his-face.”
Jin swallows and tries not to focus on how wrong it feels to have someone who isn’t part of KAT-TUN call his bandmate (ex-bandmate, a little voice corrects) that. “Nakamaru.”
“Yeah, that one. He was super gay, too.”
Hearing that makes Jin wish Josh knew more words, and not only because then Josh could teach him all those new words and then Jin could use those on his new songs, but also because the amount of times he’s used the word “gay” in the last ten seconds makes Jin feel a bit sick.
“Like. Gross. They looked like -”
Or maybe it’s the thought of Kame and Maru acting gay together. “Yeah, no, okay. I’ve gotta go now, man. Talk to you later,” Jin blurts, hanging up before he loses his cool; he might not be living on ten dollars a day this time around but he has learned the hard way that arguing during international calls usually gets very expensive.
Jin flings his phone over the couch and stares at it. He thinks about calling Ryo until he picks up and then demand that Ryo tells him he doesn’t look gay (because if Jin looks gay, then that means that Ryo looks at least twice as gay, since he’s his friend and so is Pi, and they are either all gay or totally all not-gay), thinks about calling Nakamaru and coming up with a new nickname for him, one that no one else but them will know about.
Most of all, he thinks about calling Kame and asking if he’s been mad at something lately (maybe he’s mad at you, the little voice from before says, and Jin tells it to shut up even though it’s all the same inside his head).
Between that and missing home, it’s a little too much to handle; he opens up his laptop and looks around the room for his guitar.
It’ll be just another couple of weeks before he gets back to Tokyo.
---
"Hello?"
"Whoa," Jin says, leaning back on the couch, "What's up with you?" He tries not to laugh nervously when he hears Kame’s patient sigh.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you annoyed at something? Had a bad day?"
"Wh- All I said was ‘hello,’" Kame says, his words quickly becoming clipped.
"Hmm," Jin says, and hangs up. He gets up from the couch and stretches, half-heartedly looking around his living room for his keys and wallet. He grabs his coat and slips his angrily buzzing cell phone into the pocket instead of ignoring the call. He locks his door behind him, humming a few bars of the new KAT-TUN single underneath his breath while he waits for the elevator.
---
"Why are you outside my door at one in the morning?"
"Uh," Jin says, feeling awkward, "Kame, could you- can you open the door, please?"
"Not until you tell me why you're here." Kame's voice sounds muffled and cranky. Jin shifts the plastic bags in his hands and rolls his eyes.
"Kame. Just let me in. You are such a baby."
"Not until you-"
"ATTENTION ALL YARAKASHI, KAMENASHI KAZUYA LIVES HE-" Jin's cut off when Kame throws the door open and yanks him inside.
"Finally," Jin says, putting down the bags and rifling through them idly, "My arms are really tired." When he looks up Kame is giving him the stone-face of anger, his arms crossed dangerously. For a skinny boy dressed in sweats with hair coming out of his head in a strange imitation of a whale spout, Kame can be pretty intimidating.
"Um, I got these for you..." Jin says, slowly straightening up and gesturing hesitantly at the bags. It seemed like a good idea twenty minutes ago. Then again Jin hasn't slept for three weeks and Kame's angry face has now shifted into skeptical suspicion.
Since his last talk with Josh, maybe even before that if he’s honest with himself, Jin has thought a lot about Kame. He knows Kame said that he was "okay" with the whole Jin going to America (again) thing, but the truth is that sometimes Kame is passive-aggressive and Jin just doesn't notice.
He really misses the days he could do stupid stuff and be confident that Kame would still adore him. Now Kame has highlights in his hair and even his pajamas are designer brands.
Jin feels out of his league when Kame takes out a strawberry-flavored energy drink and a bag of chocolate panda-shaped cookies that still has the bright orange "CLEARANCE: EXPIRES 12/25" sticker on it. Damn it, Jin doesn't even know if there are designer cookies but he probably should have bought those for Kame instead. Ran-chan belatedly hurtles down the hallway from the bedroom to leap up on Jin, most likely because dogs can sense when people are about to die and Jin is about to die of awkwardness.
"You used to like those," Jin says, trying to sound friendly and not stupid. Then he realizes that Kame probably knows what he used to like and shuts up, kneeling down to scratch behind Ran-chan's ears.
"I still do," Kame finally says, his angry squinty-eyed expression finally softening into something like that adoration Jin used to see. "Thank you."
"No proble-"
"I'll eat them later. No food after eight o'clock at night," Kame says over his shoulder as he makes his way to the kitchen to put the energy drinks away. Jin stares at Ran-chan, who butts her head into Jin's palm in a last-ditch effort to restore Jin's will to live.
"Oh yeah," Jin says, petting the dog determinedly, "I forgot." Then Jin remembers why he decided to buy the cookies despite it being one in the morning in the first place. "So...are things okay?"
"What do you mean?" Kame asks, and Jin's head jerks up to look at Kame when he realizes how close he is.
"You sounded ste-, uh, stressed. Have you been-, uh, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Kame says, sitting down on the ground to pet Ran. "I said 'hello' and you thought I sounded stressed?"
"Your voice gets really, um...low. And quiet. When you're stressed," Jin says, laughing when Ran wags her tail in his face.
"Oh," Kame says, and goes quiet. They play with Ran-chan for a minute in silence, Ran's panting the only noise in the apartment. Jin feels strangely more comfortable. He figures that Kame still gets weird about confiding in people about things that stress him out. When they were younger he would only do it in private, in secret, like during sleepovers in the dark, whispering in Jin's ear about how nervous he was about being a junior and playing baseball and how he hoped he'd be in Jin's band. Jin lies awake thinking about those times some nights.
"How's America?" Kame finally asks, shaking Ran-chan's paw.
"It's awesome," Jin says excitedly, "The fans are so energetic and the people I work with are so talented, seriously, I've never met people who-" he looks up and catches Kame looking at him with a determinedly polite, interested look on face.
"It's mostly just a lot of bad hotel food," he ends, stumbling over his words like an idiot.
"It sounds like fun," Kame says. He sounds like normal Kame except that his brow is all creased like angry Kame. Or sad Kame.
"I miss KAT-TUN," Jin says sincerely, and his eyes widen when Kame starts to turn into skeptical Kame again.
"No, seriously. I know we always said we didn't hang out or anything, but when we were together it was fun. It's cool to meet new people but it's not the same as knowing you guys...the way we know each other." Jin desperately wishes he could talk to Kame in song or something. It's a lot easier to talk about his feelings when his voice is autotuned.
"We've gotten closer since you've left," Kame replies.
"Huh," Jin says, because he has no idea what to say to that besides “ARE YOU DATING NAKAMARU?” and that sounds jealous and petty and like something that would get him kicked out of the apartment pretty quickly.
This night has taken a weird turn considering the last time they'd talked, months ago, Jin mostly made fun of Kame's hair while Kame tried to make polite small talk about Jin's upcoming tour in the U.S. At the time, Jin had thought that meant they really were okay.
Now Jin thinks he was probably wrong.
"We have a new single," Kame says, like Jin’s blind behind his sunglasses and missed all the billboards spread around Tokyo. "It's doing well."
"I know," Jin says, thinking, if everything is so great why did you sound so crappy on the phone? but that's so like Kame. Kame could probably be permanently elected "Best JE Idol Ever" and still worry about whether people like him.
"But there are still some fans who hate us because they think we made you leave," Kame adds. Ran-chan whimpers and starts padding away towards the kitchen. Jin watches her go in resignation. Even Ran-chan thinks he’s a lost cause.
"I know," Jin says again, turning to face Kame. "I'm sorry."
Kame looks away to pick at lint on his sweatpants. "It's fine."
"You sound stressed again," Jin points out, smiling wryly. He leans back on his hands and feels a ball of dread sink into his stomach when he asks, "Are you mad at me?"
Jin half expects Kame to switch to annoyed Kame and reply with an immediate “Yeah,” followed by, “Because you’re an idiot.” Instead, Kame frowns a bit and just looks at him for a moment like he doesn’t get what Jin’s on about.
“Why would I be mad at you? We haven’t talked in weeks,” he says, and Jin hates that he still can’t tell if it’s angry Kame or sad Kame he’s dealing with. He also doesn’t know which would be worse.
“No. I mean, I know. But look-”
There’s a sudden noise and Jin pauses, looks behind Kame and finds another dog slowly making its way down the hallway. It takes just a second for Jin to notice that this is not Ran-chan coming back to try and save him from yet another life threatening awkward moment, not only because this dog is not as big as Ran, but also because it doesn’t immediately leap on him, like she usually does.
“Here, Jelly,” Kame calls, and the dog speeds up and comes to his side, barely sparing Jin a second glance.
“Who’s that?” Jin asks.
Kame blinks at him like he’s stupid. “My other dog.”
“Oh.” Jin snaps his fingers a couple of times to catch the dog’s attention, but it only sniffs the air in his general direction before climbing into Kame’s lap and snuggling up to him possessively, bumping her nose against his stomach.
They fall silent again while Jin watches Kame pet the dog, wondering why it’s even there, if Kame maybe felt lonely with only one dog. More importantly, he wonders if someone else was there with Kame when he bought this new dog.
A subdued, slightly demented song sounds from the direction of the bedroom and Kame unfolds gracefully from his sitting position, placing Jelly on the floor. “Cell phone,” he says over his shoulder as he walks to pick it up.
The dog stares up at Jin, and Jin stares back and smiles a bit, tries to look friendly and unthreatening.
Jelly turns around and kicks a hind leg a couple of times in Jin’s direction as if burying something before leaping to the living room. If dogs really can sense things, Jin thinks, maybe this one can sense that his friendship with its owner is over. No wonder it hates him. It probably hates Ran-chan for liking him too.
Jin tsks and follows it, figuring that having one of Kame’s dogs hating his guts probably won’t help his case. He finds the bag of chocolate panda-shaped cookies on the living room table and eyes it speculatively. He can always buy Kame some more later.
He places one cookie on the floor by his feet and watches as the dog’s ears perk up. Come and get your treat, girl, Jin thinks, hoping the thought gets stored somewhere in the back of his brain, just in case he needs that line later for one of his new songs.
Jelly walks to him and eyes the cookie for a moment before snatching it, chewing in delight. Jin smirks when the dog then eyes him with a pleading expression.
He is holding the bag of cookies just out of Jelly’s reach, waiting for her to leap on his legs and recognize that maybe he’s not as bad a guy as she initially thought, since he has the chocolate cookies and everything, when he hears a coughing sound and turns around to find Kame standing a few meters away.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” Jin replies, holding the bag of cookies behind his back and letting it fall to the floor in what he hopes is a discreet fashion. “Who was it on the phone?” he asks, more to cover his dog affection-buying ploy up than anything else.
“Yuichi.”
Jin frowns. So now it’s Yuichi. “What did he want?”
The question probably takes Kame by surprise because he blinks then frowns back at him like - and this time Jin is sure - annoyed Kame. “He wanted to ask me what I’m wearing,” Kame deadpans, and Jin feels a blood vessel burst somewhere inside his head.
“WHAT,” he shouts, immediately fumbling for his own phone, an idea for a murder threat mail on the tip of his fingers.
Kame just looks at him, brow furrowed further and mouth twisted, and Jin concludes that he might have overreacted just now. “What’s wrong with you?” Kame asks.
“Nothing is wrong with me” Jin replies, feeling defensive. “You’re the one who’s going around getting all close to people and buying new dogs and -”
A muffled whimper interrupts him and Jin looks behind himself only to see both of Kame’s dogs with their heads stuck inside the cookie bag, tails wagging.
When Kame pushes past him to crouch where the dogs are, Jin thinks that maybe the new one had reason to hate him after all.
---
Jin checks his watch and sighs; they’ve been sitting side by side in the waiting room of the animal hospital for over half an hour but Kame still hasn’t said a single word to him, opting for typing away at his cell phone instead.
Probably texting with his precious Yuichi, Jin thinks, viciously hoping that the frowny emoticon fails him when he tries to add five of them in a row at the end of his “Idiot Akanishi tried to kill my dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :( :( :( :( :(” message.
Actually he’s desperately hoping that Kame’s just texting his manager to let him know that the online search team should be on the lookout during the next day, just in case any “I saw Kamenashi-kun and Akanishi-kun on a date at the animal hospital at two a.m.” posts pop up on the blogs of some wannabe models.
Jin doesn’t really blame Kame for not wanting to talk to him right now. At one point of the night he optimistically thought that having both of Kame’s dogs barf all over his car would be punishment enough for screwing up but he quickly figured out that that was not the case.
He looks at Kame, who’s still wearing his designer pajama pants under a leather jacket and managing to look ten times classier than half of the people Jin knows when they’re dressed in their evening clothes. Jin tries to gauge his mood. Kame’s ditched his cell phone by now and is just staring blankly ahead, idly twisting a ring on his pinky.
“Ne, Kame,” Jin tries quietly, “Are you mad?”
There’s a long silence.
“You poisoned my dogs,” Kame says listlessly, not bothering to look at Jin as he replies.
Jin sighs again and sags back into his seat.
---
"I'll drive again," Kame says, taking Jin's keys from him and unlocking the car doors.
"It's my car," Jin mutters underneath his breath, fumbling to settle the sleepy dogs in their kennels onto the backseat.
"Almost killed my dogs," Kame says, starting the engine.
"The vet said that they'll be fine!"
"My dogs. They almost died." Kame locks the doors and backs out of the parking lot.
"I'm never going to live this down," Jin says to Ran-chan, who growls in her sleep. While he's in the back, he carefully takes the dogs out of their kennels and settles them more comfortably in his lap.
"I'm sorry," Jin says, stroking their heads gently, "If I'd gotten the designer cookies this wouldn't have happened, huh?" When he looks up he catches Kame watching him in the rearview mirror before he glances away. He doesn't look angry anymore. Just tired.
---
"So," Kame begins slowly, looking at Jin with a questioning frown, "Why are you here?"
"Uh, you drove me here, in my car," Jin points out, settling the dogs in their baskets. Kame gives Jin an exasperated look. Jin doesn't like the looks he's been getting tonight. Now more than ever he misses the way Kame looked at him when they were younger, when Kame didn't have to ask Jin why he'd come over in the middle of the night.
Then again, Kame tended to look exasperated back then, too.
"You know what I mean." Kame leans against the couch, following Jin with his gaze when Jin straightens up.
"Well. Um." Jin fidgets with his sleeve; he hates being put on the spot, though he never used to mind it when Kame focused all of his attention on him. But back then he was used to it.
Kame just waits expectantly through the silence while Jin looks away, around the apartment, trying to think of what to say. Why is he here? Besides the fact that he knew Kame was stressed so he went to the grocery store and bought things for Kame without even thinking. Because he still thinks about Kame, even if- and Jin's gaze lands on Kame's computer, which is actually on, a miracle in and of itself.
Nakamaru.
Jin's eyes narrow; to think that he'd gotten piggyback rides from that backstabbing freak of a nose.
"You never return my calls anymore," Jin says, with sudden heat in his voice. "You never answer either. And I never see you, but I always see you with - other people," Jin flails his hand in a gesture that's supposed to approximate the shape of a humongous nose. "I just wanted to...uh. Check. If you hated me." Jin meets Kame's gaze. "Do you?" he asks, because he still thinks about Kame, even if Kame doesn't think about him anymore. Even if Kame thinks about other people instead.
Kame just watches him for a quiet moment, and Jin thinks: shit. This is it. When Kame finally says that it's over, there's no more hope. Jin figures if he leaves right after Kame finishes speaking (how long can it take to say "Yes, Jin, I do hate you. Get the fuck out of my apartment, dog-killer"?) he can still make it to the nearest combini before it closes to buy alcohol. Lots of alcohol. And takuan and rayuu.
"You're so stupid." Kame's moved closer somehow, and Jin can only stare when Kame raises a hand to ruffle Jin's hair. "Is that all?"
"Uh." Isn't that enough?! Jin blinks and tries not to move too much when Kame's fingers brush his cheek. "Y-yeah?"
Kame just laughs. "You do know that you never gave me your new number, right? And that I block calls from numbers I don't know?"
Oh, fuck. Shit. That actually explains a lot. So his parents weren't just ignoring him this entire time, either...(or were they?)
"Er." Jin decides that evasion would be the best tactic in this scenario. "So you don't hate me?" he asks hopefully.
"Well, you did just attempt to murder my pets," Kame says, tilting his head and stepping closer. "You should make up for that."
"Um," Jin replies, hoping it sounds apologetic because he's not sure he can actually form words at the moment when he's staring in fascination at the way Kame has reached up and taken hold on the hem of his shirt. The way Kame tugs Jin in makes Jin forget to breathe; they're so close.
"I kissed you in the car outside of the airport when you left," Kame says, as if Jin could forget.
He's been thinking and carefully not-thinking about that the entire time he was gone, because remembering the feel of Kame's lips against his makes him even more tongue-tied than usual. The fear of Kame hating him had shoved it from his mind temporarily, but now it’s back, and Jin knows he should stop staring at Kame's mouth but he can't help it. They're so close.
"I thought you not calling me was your way of rejecting me," Kame continues softly, twisting his fingers in Jin's shirt. Jin raises his hands to Kame's arms before he can think about it, feeling like an enormous jackass. He's opening his mouth to apologize when Kame's eyes narrow and he says, "But no, you were just being an idiot. Like always."
"Well, uh," Jin flounders, more urgently this time as he realizes Kame's angry face is starting to emerge. "My bad..."
"All that time you made me worry," Kame says, ignoring Jin, "just because you didn't think to leave me your phone number when you got a new hand phone." Kame's hands slide down Jin's sides to settle at Jin's hips, fingers curved possessively around Jin's waist. "Shouldn't you apologize?"
"You know, you could have asked for my number," Jin points out, "Pi would have told you."
"I kissed you and you ran off to another country without calling me! I thought you were telling me to back off!"
"Well, then, I'm not the only stupid one here," Jin replies matter-of-factly. "I would never tell you to back off."
"You-" Kame's reply is cut off when Jin laughs and kisses him, mouth still curved in a relieved smile. Kame makes an indignant noise and presses in deep kisses of retaliation until he can feel Jin gasping for breath in between, the heat of Jin's cock pressed up against his thigh. Kame pulls away for a moment in order to bend his knees, lifting Jin up when he straightens and moving them towards the bedroom. Jin's arms twine tightly around his neck in surprise.
"Have you been working out?" Jin asks, snickering.
"Yes. Have you lost weight?" Kame shoots back.
"Mm. Had to," Jin says, and laughs breathlessly when Kame drops him onto the bed. He brushes cool fingertips down Kame's temple, smoothing out the worry lines with his touch. "Let's talk about food later," Jin says, and pulls Kame down for a kiss.
---
"If you say that, along with teaching you how to work your computer, Nakamaru showed you this too, I will seriously k-kill you," Jin says, voice going high towards the end when Kame tongues the underside of his cock.
"Hmm. Sort of," Kame says infuriatingly, making Jin jerk with annoyance and arousal at the same time when he puts his mouth around him and sucks lightly.
"What does that mean," Jin grounds out, eyes narrowing. Kame doesn't reply for a long moment, too busy exploring with his tongue and Jin's in no state of coherency to protest.
"He showed me how to use the Internet," Kame says, shrugging. He pulls away and smirks when Jin protests, gently disentangling Jin's arms from around his neck so he can stretch across the bed and reach for something in a bedside drawer. He uncaps a bottle and squeezes out a smooth substance onto his fingers. His smile widens. "You can learn a lot on there."
Jin's toes curl when Kame puts his mouth back on him, a finger teasing Jin's entrance.
"Kame." Jin digs his fingers into Kame's shoulders, fingernails scratching across the smooth surface of Kame's shirt. "Why do you- why- why do you get to, uh, keep your clothes- on?" He asks, distracted by Kame's tongue and clever fingers. Kame drags his mouth off Jin's cock with a loud pop, laughing when Jin starts to turn red in embarrassment.
"If it bothers you, take it off for me," Kame says, challenging, and he grins at Jin before lowering his mouth again, his palm warm on the inside of Jin's thigh as he encourages Jin to spread his legs further. Jin can't figure out how to coordinate his limbs when Kame's doing something with his fingers that makes Jin alternately want to withdraw, overwhelmed, and to raise his hips into it and demand more.
By the time Kame's fucking him deep with his fingers and swallowing around Jin's cock, Jin has completely forgotten about taking off Kame's shirt.
---
“I thought you’d forgotten about me,” Kame sighs softly in his ear; his body feels deliciously warm and solid where it moves over Jin’s.
“I don’t drink that much,” Jin pants, “It’d take a lot more Lovejuice to forget you.” He laughs when Kame stops to hit his arm.
“You know what I mean,” Kame insists.
Jin swears Kame is man by day and girl by night; he will probably want to hold his hand while they fall asleep together or something.
“I would never forget you,” Jin says, reaching up to kiss Kame’s mouth gently. “I watch too much t.v. and commercials for that to happen.” He laughs again when Kame makes a noise in the back of his throat and bends over Jin with intent, hands sliding up Jin’s legs.
---
"Was that enough to make up for the whole dog thing?" Jin asks, yawning. He feels safe and happy, Kame's body pressed loosely against his so that every movement allows him to brush up against Kame's bare skin.
"My dogs' lives are worth way more than having you in my bed for one night," Kame replies, trying for indignance, but he’s immediately soothed when Jin strokes curious touches down his arm.
"Then, uh...what are you doing tomorrow night?"
When Kame turns to face him, Jin's smiling, eyes half-lidded with sleep.
"I'll be waiting for you to finish making it up to me," Kame replies, and leans in that last inch to kiss Jin lazily on the pillows, his skin flushed warm underneath Kame's palm, and everything quiet except their breathing and the excited thudding of his heartbeat in his ears.
Finally.
---
When Jin wakes up to Kame's kiss, he's holding Kame's hand.