Another One-shot - Intimacy
Just one more… there!
“Jin, what are you doing?”
The other’s voice floating down the hallway is enough to make you jump. He isn’t supposed to be back yet! Since when did ‘there’s filming till 8’ turn into ‘there’s filming till… 8.’ You blink at the clock and wonder briefly where the time went before stuffing the box under your pillow and laying down on it in a mock nap. The door squeaks as it cracks open, and he sighs.
“Already? I knew you were tired, but…”
You can hear his stocking feet gliding across the floor, little rustles of carpet that are music to your ears. The bed moves slightly - something that you note the special bed commercial that he insisted on denied would happen, stupid infomercials - and his cologne fills your senses. It’s soothing, mixed with the smell of his shampoo as he slowly curls into you, trying not to wake you. You blink open your eyes, and he looks a bit upset.
“Did I wake you?”
No, not at all.
“Oh.” He’s relieved, you can tell. The two of you don’t get much sleep, and for one to ruin the other’s is usually grounds for an argument. You smile to break a bit of the tension and brush the bangs away from his face.
How was filming?
“Tegoshi had too much sugar or something. I think one of the staff gave him an energy drink by accident. It was crazy. How was your day off?”
It wasn’t that great without you.
He blushes, just a bit, just enough for you to tell. All day you’ve been planning for this, for tonight to be perfect for him, a breather from the crazy life he just suddenly readopted after a bit of a break. One night where you end in the same room, breathe the same air, sleep in the same bed. The way it should be every night.
“Well my day wasn’t so amazing without you either.”
He’s at a loss for words, this is obvious as he starts to fidget a little. It’s very slight, but you’ve known him for almost 10 years now. Little nervous quirks become so apparent after that amount of time that he probably doesn’t even know you can tell, but it’s so cute that you can’t help but laugh a little. His eyes waver a little, unsure.
“What?”
You’re just so cute when you’re nervous.
You’ve stuck another chord. The blush rises into his cheeks so rapidly that you wonder how he doesn’t light on fire or something. You reach your arm under the pillow and pull out the half wrapped box.
I was trying to wrap this before you came home. Sorry it’s a bit sloppy.
Now it’s your turn to be nervous as he laughs at the wrapping. “What’s the occasion?”
Does there have to be one? You ask, sitting up with him as he picks at the tape. I love you enough to give you random gifts.
“So sweet.” He leans over to kiss you but you pull back.
Nope, see what’s inside first.
Sighing, he complies. You make some remark about how you’ve never seen anyone so upset about opening a present, and he glares at you slightly before finally getting the box open. Inside is a shining silver necklace with a K charm hanging from it, the left side of the K curled just enough at the bottom and extended just enough at the top to vaguely look as though a J is fashioned out of it as well. His eyes shine and you know you’ve done well. This time when he leans up to kiss you, you respond, thumb tracing his cheek as your lips work together in sweet harmony.
Pulling away is difficult, but you have to in order to continue with your master plan. His features are gentle when he’s emotionally touched, and you feel that it’s stronger when you cause him to feel that way. You slowly slink around him and fasten the necklace around his neck. He still hasn’t said anything, but there are no words needed now. Silence can say more than words in times like this.
There’s a mirror in the direction that he’s facing, and you can see the amazed expression on his face as the silver glitters in the dim light of the room. It accentuates his features just so, making him look more attractive than usual.
You look amazing, you say, but you know that it doesn’t need to be said at all. He looks as though he is just as captivated as you are, and leans back into your chest, searching for security in your touch. Your arms snake around his chest, his own coming to rest over yours as you hold him tight.
“Jin, I don’t know what to say.”
Then don’t say anything.
“I-“ You cut him off with a kiss. He’s always so insecure in moments like this, suddenly all of his barriers are gone and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s left up to you to give direction, and you take it easily, any resolve he may have had crumbling quickly in the sensual atmosphere. His hands grip your arms tightly and you laugh when you pull back to nuzzle his cheek affectionately.
I love you.
“I love you too.” He whispers back. His head tips back onto your shoulder as you move lower, and when your lips land on his neck he sighs that sigh only you can hear.
Do you have work tomorrow?
You hate to bring it up now of all times, but it’s such an integral part of your lives that you have to check before doing anything. It’s dangerous otherwise, that one mistake that postpones the photoshoot, ruins your lives in an article. You can’t chance it.
“Yes,” he breathes, and you freeze. He brings an arm up and fists his hand in your hair, holding you in place as he continues. “But I don’t have a camera near me for three days. Just dancing, vocal practice, and- mmm.”
You don’t laugh, but you let out a puff of air in amusement that only causes him to raise his volume a bit. You leave mark after mark on his neck, trailing your hands slowly up his shirt until he whispers for you to take it off. Despite this, he still whines when you pull away, and in the time that it takes to remove his shirt he hisses so many things that are so wanton you can’t even decipher them. He begins to turn around but you hold him fast.
Look in the mirror.
Your hands travel his chest like a road map, memorizing the route to anywhere and everywhere. You tweak things and pinch things and do all that you can to let him know how you feel, how passionate you are about him. He responds with his voice, with little shivers and grips on your arms and legs that are to each side of him. When you move to undo his jeans, he tries to slap your hands away to do it himself but you mark him once more and he crumbles.
“I can’t wait anymore, please.”
Everything goes too quickly from here, not as slow and tempered as you had planned, but when you push into him and his arms slide around your shoulders to pull you down for a kiss, you know that he doesn’t mind. Fleeting touches everywhere you can send him into pure fits of pleasure, and you point to the mirror once more as he pushes back onto you, trying to bring the height of pleasure even closer.
You look so amazing, watch. Look in the mirror, baby, and you’ll see. Don’t be afraid to watch, it’s enticing, sexy, hot.
He moans loudly and you smirk before you nibble lightly on his ear, whispering something especially vulgar that causes him to keen and finish, vocals bursting with sound. You follow and watch as he collapses in the mirror, body flush against yours as you fight to keep conscious. There is a moment where only your rapid, uneven breathing can be heard mixing with his, air suddenly cooling a few hundred degrees around you. He stares in the mirror for a moment, your eyes meeting his after a brief second before he bursts into laughter. You are a bit startled, but you can’t help but join in.
What are you laughing at?
“Nothing.” His smile is perfect, and even though nothing makes sense, you can’t help but follow suit. “It’s like you imagined the perfect evening and put it down step by step. I love that you would go out of your way to make me feel loved.”
Maybe I did, you say, brushing a strand of hair off of his forehead as he rolls onto his side. Maybe I knew exactly what you wanted. I saw you looking at necklaces in the junk mail the other day before you threw it in the recycling bin.
“You were watching me? I knew you hadn’t just walked in when I turned around.”
Of course I was. You were so cute trying to be all sneaky and interested in the boring mail.
Your hand finds its way into his hair of its own accord, and he reaches his arm over to turn the alarm on the alarm clock on for the morning, a move so second nature that he never breaks eye contact when he does it. He moves closer as you lay on your back, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he traces lazy patterns on your chest with his finger. His other hand toys with the necklace as though he’s unsure of its existence.
“Thank you, for this.”
You’re welcome. It’s the least I could do for how often I’ve been away from you lately.
“You don’t have to buy my love, you know.”
I know. I like to see you beam and smile. Your expression makes any cost well worth it.
He moves to kiss you, but his arms gives out from exhaustion and he ends up on his back. You seal the kiss for him, and he hums in thanks before you pull him onto your chest.
Let’s go to sleep. We both have dance and vocal stuff tomorrow, so we’d better be well rested or Ueda’ll kill us.
“Correction, he’ll kill you. I’m the baby, remember? Nobody can hate me.”
Sure, Shuuji-kun. Nobody.
He huffs, and you apologize for the cheap shot before burying your nose in his hair. Good, night, Kame, sleep well.
“Good night, Jin. Love you.”
“I love you too.”
Omake---
“And WHY were you two so late?!”
“Jin didn’t set the alarm!”
Kame didn’t set it, he reached over and hit something else!
“You should have noticed!”
Your eyes were too captivating-
“Hey! Stop! No images. Akanishi, you have an extended lesson. Kamenashi-kun, feel free to stay as well if you think that you can’t learn the dance in this amount of time. Okay?”
Kame winks at you, and you sigh. He wins again; you get in trouble and he gets away with it. You bump his elbow (ROFL flu bump!) as you pass him.
I thought you had other older brothers to be the baby of.
He sticks out his tongue and turns to the mirror to practice some of the harder, more enticing moves of the dance. Once again, your anger is forgotten and he has won your heart for the millionth time over.
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Whoo! XD I really like this. I have to be honest, there, it's kinda nice to read. I'm a romanticist I suppose. Onna wa Itsudemo Romantisuto~ any Morning Musume fans out there? Bon Kyu Bon Kyu Bomb girl! Yes? Random song link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAaOJ3QcNEM
Um, anyway. XD Hope you liked it~! <3
“Jin, what are you doing?”
The other’s voice floating down the hallway is enough to make you jump. He isn’t supposed to be back yet! Since when did ‘there’s filming till 8’ turn into ‘there’s filming till… 8.’ You blink at the clock and wonder briefly where the time went before stuffing the box under your pillow and laying down on it in a mock nap. The door squeaks as it cracks open, and he sighs.
“Already? I knew you were tired, but…”
You can hear his stocking feet gliding across the floor, little rustles of carpet that are music to your ears. The bed moves slightly - something that you note the special bed commercial that he insisted on denied would happen, stupid infomercials - and his cologne fills your senses. It’s soothing, mixed with the smell of his shampoo as he slowly curls into you, trying not to wake you. You blink open your eyes, and he looks a bit upset.
“Did I wake you?”
No, not at all.
“Oh.” He’s relieved, you can tell. The two of you don’t get much sleep, and for one to ruin the other’s is usually grounds for an argument. You smile to break a bit of the tension and brush the bangs away from his face.
How was filming?
“Tegoshi had too much sugar or something. I think one of the staff gave him an energy drink by accident. It was crazy. How was your day off?”
It wasn’t that great without you.
He blushes, just a bit, just enough for you to tell. All day you’ve been planning for this, for tonight to be perfect for him, a breather from the crazy life he just suddenly readopted after a bit of a break. One night where you end in the same room, breathe the same air, sleep in the same bed. The way it should be every night.
“Well my day wasn’t so amazing without you either.”
He’s at a loss for words, this is obvious as he starts to fidget a little. It’s very slight, but you’ve known him for almost 10 years now. Little nervous quirks become so apparent after that amount of time that he probably doesn’t even know you can tell, but it’s so cute that you can’t help but laugh a little. His eyes waver a little, unsure.
“What?”
You’re just so cute when you’re nervous.
You’ve stuck another chord. The blush rises into his cheeks so rapidly that you wonder how he doesn’t light on fire or something. You reach your arm under the pillow and pull out the half wrapped box.
I was trying to wrap this before you came home. Sorry it’s a bit sloppy.
Now it’s your turn to be nervous as he laughs at the wrapping. “What’s the occasion?”
Does there have to be one? You ask, sitting up with him as he picks at the tape. I love you enough to give you random gifts.
“So sweet.” He leans over to kiss you but you pull back.
Nope, see what’s inside first.
Sighing, he complies. You make some remark about how you’ve never seen anyone so upset about opening a present, and he glares at you slightly before finally getting the box open. Inside is a shining silver necklace with a K charm hanging from it, the left side of the K curled just enough at the bottom and extended just enough at the top to vaguely look as though a J is fashioned out of it as well. His eyes shine and you know you’ve done well. This time when he leans up to kiss you, you respond, thumb tracing his cheek as your lips work together in sweet harmony.
Pulling away is difficult, but you have to in order to continue with your master plan. His features are gentle when he’s emotionally touched, and you feel that it’s stronger when you cause him to feel that way. You slowly slink around him and fasten the necklace around his neck. He still hasn’t said anything, but there are no words needed now. Silence can say more than words in times like this.
There’s a mirror in the direction that he’s facing, and you can see the amazed expression on his face as the silver glitters in the dim light of the room. It accentuates his features just so, making him look more attractive than usual.
You look amazing, you say, but you know that it doesn’t need to be said at all. He looks as though he is just as captivated as you are, and leans back into your chest, searching for security in your touch. Your arms snake around his chest, his own coming to rest over yours as you hold him tight.
“Jin, I don’t know what to say.”
Then don’t say anything.
“I-“ You cut him off with a kiss. He’s always so insecure in moments like this, suddenly all of his barriers are gone and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s left up to you to give direction, and you take it easily, any resolve he may have had crumbling quickly in the sensual atmosphere. His hands grip your arms tightly and you laugh when you pull back to nuzzle his cheek affectionately.
I love you.
“I love you too.” He whispers back. His head tips back onto your shoulder as you move lower, and when your lips land on his neck he sighs that sigh only you can hear.
Do you have work tomorrow?
You hate to bring it up now of all times, but it’s such an integral part of your lives that you have to check before doing anything. It’s dangerous otherwise, that one mistake that postpones the photoshoot, ruins your lives in an article. You can’t chance it.
“Yes,” he breathes, and you freeze. He brings an arm up and fists his hand in your hair, holding you in place as he continues. “But I don’t have a camera near me for three days. Just dancing, vocal practice, and- mmm.”
You don’t laugh, but you let out a puff of air in amusement that only causes him to raise his volume a bit. You leave mark after mark on his neck, trailing your hands slowly up his shirt until he whispers for you to take it off. Despite this, he still whines when you pull away, and in the time that it takes to remove his shirt he hisses so many things that are so wanton you can’t even decipher them. He begins to turn around but you hold him fast.
Look in the mirror.
Your hands travel his chest like a road map, memorizing the route to anywhere and everywhere. You tweak things and pinch things and do all that you can to let him know how you feel, how passionate you are about him. He responds with his voice, with little shivers and grips on your arms and legs that are to each side of him. When you move to undo his jeans, he tries to slap your hands away to do it himself but you mark him once more and he crumbles.
“I can’t wait anymore, please.”
Everything goes too quickly from here, not as slow and tempered as you had planned, but when you push into him and his arms slide around your shoulders to pull you down for a kiss, you know that he doesn’t mind. Fleeting touches everywhere you can send him into pure fits of pleasure, and you point to the mirror once more as he pushes back onto you, trying to bring the height of pleasure even closer.
You look so amazing, watch. Look in the mirror, baby, and you’ll see. Don’t be afraid to watch, it’s enticing, sexy, hot.
He moans loudly and you smirk before you nibble lightly on his ear, whispering something especially vulgar that causes him to keen and finish, vocals bursting with sound. You follow and watch as he collapses in the mirror, body flush against yours as you fight to keep conscious. There is a moment where only your rapid, uneven breathing can be heard mixing with his, air suddenly cooling a few hundred degrees around you. He stares in the mirror for a moment, your eyes meeting his after a brief second before he bursts into laughter. You are a bit startled, but you can’t help but join in.
What are you laughing at?
“Nothing.” His smile is perfect, and even though nothing makes sense, you can’t help but follow suit. “It’s like you imagined the perfect evening and put it down step by step. I love that you would go out of your way to make me feel loved.”
Maybe I did, you say, brushing a strand of hair off of his forehead as he rolls onto his side. Maybe I knew exactly what you wanted. I saw you looking at necklaces in the junk mail the other day before you threw it in the recycling bin.
“You were watching me? I knew you hadn’t just walked in when I turned around.”
Of course I was. You were so cute trying to be all sneaky and interested in the boring mail.
Your hand finds its way into his hair of its own accord, and he reaches his arm over to turn the alarm on the alarm clock on for the morning, a move so second nature that he never breaks eye contact when he does it. He moves closer as you lay on your back, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he traces lazy patterns on your chest with his finger. His other hand toys with the necklace as though he’s unsure of its existence.
“Thank you, for this.”
You’re welcome. It’s the least I could do for how often I’ve been away from you lately.
“You don’t have to buy my love, you know.”
I know. I like to see you beam and smile. Your expression makes any cost well worth it.
He moves to kiss you, but his arms gives out from exhaustion and he ends up on his back. You seal the kiss for him, and he hums in thanks before you pull him onto your chest.
Let’s go to sleep. We both have dance and vocal stuff tomorrow, so we’d better be well rested or Ueda’ll kill us.
“Correction, he’ll kill you. I’m the baby, remember? Nobody can hate me.”
Sure, Shuuji-kun. Nobody.
He huffs, and you apologize for the cheap shot before burying your nose in his hair. Good, night, Kame, sleep well.
“Good night, Jin. Love you.”
“I love you too.”
Omake---
“And WHY were you two so late?!”
“Jin didn’t set the alarm!”
Kame didn’t set it, he reached over and hit something else!
“You should have noticed!”
Your eyes were too captivating-
“Hey! Stop! No images. Akanishi, you have an extended lesson. Kamenashi-kun, feel free to stay as well if you think that you can’t learn the dance in this amount of time. Okay?”
Kame winks at you, and you sigh. He wins again; you get in trouble and he gets away with it. You bump his elbow (ROFL flu bump!) as you pass him.
I thought you had other older brothers to be the baby of.
He sticks out his tongue and turns to the mirror to practice some of the harder, more enticing moves of the dance. Once again, your anger is forgotten and he has won your heart for the millionth time over.
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Whoo! XD I really like this. I have to be honest, there, it's kinda nice to read. I'm a romanticist I suppose. Onna wa Itsudemo Romantisuto~ any Morning Musume fans out there? Bon Kyu Bon Kyu Bomb girl! Yes? Random song link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAaOJ3QcNEM
Um, anyway. XD Hope you liked it~! <3