Fic for meela2389!
Intergroup Gold for meela2389
from jerainbowbridge
Title: A Pirate’s Life for Me
Pairings/Groups: Jin Akanishi/Ohno Satoshi (Arashi)
Rating: R
Warnings: Drunken stupidity, Hand jobs at sea
Summary: Jin Akanishi is a mediocre actor looking to expand his list of skills, Ohno Satoshi has a couple of skills he could teach. Mostly fishing.
Word Count/Notes: Things in italics are Jin’s thoughts. I had an idea for this fic, but then it decided to do whatever it wanted and didn’t discuss anything with me. I do hope that it will be something that you will enjoy, meela2389. Much thanks to my faithful beta and for my lovely group of friends that listened to my routine whining <3.
He’s drunk, which isn’t the best thing to be when on a fishing boat in the middle of some ocean, the only other person that knows how to drive the boat having gone to bed after practically chugging tequila and crashing all the more quickly, on the bunk behind him, snoring and probably drooling because his mouth is wide open. But if you happened to hate fishing and eating fish and looking at fish and smelling fish, then drunk might just be the perfect thing to be when on a fishing boat in the middle of some ocean with the captain in a drunken stupor behind you.
Somehow, he’d come up with the genius idea to learn to fish, something stemmed from a role he’d played in a friend’s independent film. The movie was sort of shit, but he’d looked fly as hell as a pirate captain and he sort of wanted to keep that look going. So he bought a lot of scarves, pointy boots and decided to take up fishing, reap the benefits of the sea or something like that.
He found a connection through a friend of a friend that said he knew some one with a fishing boat and a lot of time on his hands. The guy’s name was Ohno Satoshi and he seemed like he knew what he was doing. Jin paid for a week a lessons and dove head first into seven days aboard the S.S. whatever-it-was with nothing but him, and the sea.
He never really knew how much it sucked to be out in the sun all day, learning how to cast a line, and then how to reel it back in, and then stab a worm onto a hook- when he slipped and poked his finger, he’d instinctively stuck the finger into his mouth and then nearly threw up. His captain called him a sissy.
There’s still three days left of his investment. The radio is his only other companion, and it’s not much better than the snoring brown lump of a captain- really, he had thought he was tanned. The only thing playing late at night is dance remixes of pop songs or jazz, which he was never really fond of. He drinks and listens to bad remixes of songs he vaguely knows the words to and some part of him applauds his captain’s ability to sleep through his noise- because in all his years of living, making noise and annoying the shit out of people are two things thing he’s learned to do well. Jin doesn’t half-ass it when he knows he’s got potential.
Things do start to get a little problematic when he starts to get tired of his one-man party, looking over to find that he has to climb a ladder to get to the top bunk. With the amount of alcohol and stupid pop songs he’s ingested, he’s fairly certain that either the climb or the inevitable fall will kill him. Or just make him miserable for a few minutes until he passes out, which are nearly the same thing, as far as he’s concerned.
But Akanishi Jin is a man who takes risks- the reason why he’d ended up on the boat he hates would attest to that- so he faces the harrowing task of uncoordinated climbing, feeling like he’s scaling Mt. Fuji- No, Everest is even more manly, it’s got to be Everest. Of course, he doesn’t make it past the second step, swinging like an awkward version of Tarzan, if Tarzan ever decided to get blitzed with his monkey friends, landing on his ass rather than his face. It hurt, but at least it’s not his best asset that had taken the brunt of it. Glaring up at the stupid bunk bed that should never have been, he grumbles and jams himself next to his comatose shipmate, none of his muttered curse words even rousing the man, and blacks out after a few more seconds of hating life in general.
The morning breaks without either of them, both sleeping well past when they should have been up and at work trying to make Jin not suck at fishing, but seeing as there’s just the two of them on the dinky boat, no one cares.
It’s nearly noon before Jin cracks and eye open as the bed shifts. Ohno has to crawl over Jin to get up and he does so with an ounce of grace that disappears as soon as his feet touch the floor and he runs for the bathroom. Jin has a brief moment of panic as he wakes up further and feels a distinct pain where it has no business being. He can’t remember for the life of him what he’d even done, the previous night, except for laugh at Ohno when he lied and said he was good at impersonations. But it was all too clear to him that something must have happened because why else would he be in Ohno’s bunk with a sore ass?
Ohno seems normal as he walks out of the bathroom in his boxers- when had he taken off his clothes? probably when he was pounding me Jin thinks and hates life all over again and rushes to get dressed when Ohno mentions dragging him out of bed himself.
Something seems to want him to be the most awkward version of himself he could be. The day is hot as they float about and Ohno sits next to him with his line cast in only his swimming shorts and a tank top showing off his tan. He looks like he should be on an episode of The Jersey Shore.
He stops freaking out about it by the time he’s fully awake enough to remember he’s the star of an independent pirate movie and gets booty all the time, and that he doesn’t discriminate. And that Ohno is kind of hot. He’d never taken much notice, before, to his instructor, the current situation giving him a reason to stare and wonder and finally come to the conclusion that he could have done a lot worse. At that point Ohno yells at him in that lazy whine of his because his fishing rod had been bobbing for the past few minutes and now was dragging along in the water behind what was probably a great catch. He doesn’t care because fish stink, but Ohno glares at him and mumbles for a good ten minutes.
They’d only had the two rods and Ohno is reluctant to let Jin use his, settles with scooting his chair as close to Jin’s as possible in case he needs to grab it because Jin got lost in la-la land, again. It’s distracting because Ohno’s bottom lip is nearly always jutted out and his hair is kind of nice- oh, and because they’d had sex and Ohno hadn’t mentioned it, once. Jin had experimented in the time he should have been at college, and he was pretty confident that Ohno must have had a good time, Jin never half-assed sex, so he should be raving about it, by now.
He lasts until lunch time when Ohno smiles and pulls out his specialty- Peanut Butter Jelly sandwiches Is he seriously older than me, what is this.
“Dude. Are you ever gonna bring up what happened last night?” Ohno chews with his mouth open and gives Jin a look like he’s interrupting something very important.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, the whole thing. We drank, shared a bunk, did stuff. Why aren’t you bringing up the stuff? Was the stuff bad?” Jin’s mouth gets a little carried away, sometimes.
“What’s wrong with you, I passed before you did, whatstuff?” Ohno’s voice gets all whiny again and now he’s looking at Jin like he may be crazy.
There’s a pause where Jin’s not sure if he’s confused or frustrated, “But my ass still hurts, how was there no stuff?” And just like out of a movie, he has a flash of a memory, a very ungraceful memory of him falling off of a tiny ladder Mt. Everest and onto his bum.
Ohno laughs as they both have their own little revelations. “You thought I came out of my tequila coma to hump you?” Jin makes a face when Ohno chooses “hump”, of all words.
“Like you wouldn’t,” Jin is instantly on the defensive, partly because he knows he’s a hunk and partly because he does want Ohno to want him. Ohno’s answering smirk speaks volumes to him and he finds himself mirroring the gesture.
There’s a bit of a whirlwind of events that leads them down below, stumbling down the stairs and pulling at clothing simultaneously. Ohno’s bottom lip finally gets the attention it deserves as their mouths seek each other’s out hungrily and lazily at the same time.
They fall onto the bottom mattress, Jin’s head narrowly missing the ladder on the way down. This time when they share a bunk, it’s under very different circumstances, mostly notably because neither of them are drunk or under the influence of bad music. Instead, there’s distinctly more throwing each other down and trying to take the lead from the both of them, which is a might bit better than the previous night.
Jin grunts and it sounds a little like it does when he’s trying to open a bag of chips, Ohno notes. It doesn’t strike him as strange when he finds it sexy and finally does stop fighting for the top position once Jin straddles his hips, possibly a little weak to the way Jin looks so earnest in his struggle. Jin’s expression turns triumphant for a moment, lopsided smile making it’s debut and Ohno wonders if this kid is really already in his mid-twenties.
The smiles fades as Jin seems to realize something.
“I haven’t done this before, while sober, at least,” Jin admits through a look that would be pathetic if he wasn’t currently sitting atop Ohno.
Ohno just blinks and looks unfazed, “So what was with that whole fighting for dominance thing?”
“I dunno, blame instinct,” he shrugs and looks relieved as Ohno does the same.
His comfort is short-lived as Ohno shoves his hand down Jin’s basketball shorts, “Then I win.”
There isn’t much breath in his lungs at that moment to actually argue, so he doesn’t. Ohno goes straight for the prize, slipping under the band of his boxers and grabbing him fully. He can imagine Ohno’s tapered fingers gripping him, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. He sweeps his thumb over the head and Jin scrambles to return the favor as he moans outright.
Ohno makes a noise in a voice he hasn’t heard, before, he thinks it’s well worth the embarrassment he’d suffered to get to this point. With his other hand, he pushes at Ohno’s swim trunks, more than grateful for them, now. The angle is terribly awkward so he moves to brace his knees on either side of Ohno’s hips, hovering over him and able to run his palm over Ohno’s growing erection without his wrist kinking.
Their lips are merely centimeters apart, but neither of them are particularly inclined to kiss, Jin works his lips over the skin of Ohno’s neck, instead, feeling a rush of shivers run down his spin one by one with each moan from his instructor’s lips. “I didn’t think you’d be so vocal,” he speaks against his skin.
“I knew you would be loud as hell,” Ohno retort and manages to sound only slightly out of breath as everything speeds up. Both of them pant and moan and stroke. Jin comes first, hot and sticky over Ohno’s tank top, Ohno soon after, making a drawn-out sound that makes Jin shiver pleasantly.
It’s suddenly hot and he feels dirtier than he ever has before, smelling like fish and sex. Ohno wraps his arms around his middle, apparently not caring that Jin is laying heavily over him, now, and it makes him smile like a spoiled brat. And because he is spoiled and a brat, he thinks he might be able to arrange things so that the rest of his three days has a lot less fishing and a lot more stuff.