Love in this Club {PART 2/2)
Lets both get undressed right here, keep it up girl I swear, I’m gonna give it to you non-stop
And I don't care, who's watchin...
Slowly, Kame let his fingers attach to the edges of the collared shirt and he peeled it off slowly, teasingly, touching himself with every bit of skin he had showing- bathing himself in the waves of flashing lights, his skin gleaming with sweat every time it hit him.
Finally, it fell to the floor in a messy heap at his knees and he sighed, breaking the eye contact again and wrapped his legs around the pole a second time, letting himself swing around it suggestively as he slid down, one hand clutching tightly on to the pole and the other hand gradually pulling down his zipper.
He rolled his hips against the pole again, feeling the pressure and the solidity of the object sending waves of pleasure down his spine and he threw his head back, taking in the couple final notes of the song before he let go of the pole. Just before the song ended, he got on his knees, crawled to the edge of the stage in the general direction of where the man was standing, and licked his lips once, twice, hands slipping in tightly against his erection, and arched his back, mouthing to the man, I wanna make love in this club right in sync with the actual last line.
And then it ended. The crowd exploded, deafening screams of frenzy and excitement and hands grabbed at him from the edge of the stage. Kame couldn’t hold it in anymore, and he didn’t need anything else, he wanted it now.
He was so hot, burning, and he was exhausted, but the overwhelming feeling coursing through his blood was desire. He needed it now.
He didn’t even know how it happened because it was all so fast, but in the midst of all the hysterical screaming and the deafening cheering, Kame somehow made his way over to the stranger, even with people tugging as his limbs and putting their dirty hands all over his skin and reaching out to touch him with the tips of their fingers.
And then he found him.
The remarkable feeling of desperation took over his mind and he could wait no longer. Kame smiled to himself as he realized that the look in the man’s eyes reflected the way he felt right at that moment and that was all he needed.
You can meet me in the bathroom Kame murmured against his neck and then he pulled away-it took every ounce of energy and resistance he had left to let go of those soft locks of hair and to walk in the opposite direction, pushing through the crowd that screamed for him.
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“I guess cocktease was a bit of an understatement wasn’t it?” came the low voice from the shadowed part of the room.
Kame jumped, his sweaty palms placed at the edge of one of the porcelain sinks and he barely caught a second glance of himself in the mirror before he spotted the other man’s reflection in the mirror a couple steps behind him.
He didn’t turn around to look at the man; instead, he stared tentatively at the reflection in the mirror and smiled faintly. The energy was draining quickly from him now.
In a flash, the man walked up behind him and Kame could see the pure lust glittering in his eyes in the dim lights that lit up corners of the bathroom. Can we lock the door? Kame murmured breathlessly, shutting his eyes as he felt slow fingers crawl up his collarbone and slide up effortlessly against his neck, then a wave of hot breaths melted against his already sticky skin.
The warmth from the other man left him for a moment and he mewed in protest, but then he barely had his eyes open again when he heard a little click telling him that the door had been locked and rough fingertips brushed against his spine and he arched his back, spinning his body around to face Akanishi.
“Seems like they built the restroom with their customers’ needs in mind,” he laughed huskily, leaning in close to Kame’s body, one leg in between Kame’s thighs and pressing against him so that Kame’s breath hitched abruptly.
“And what would that be?” Kame said in a teasing voice, the words echoing off the tiled walls.
I think you know a bit too well, Kamenashi-san, he breathed in hot breaths into his ear as he cupped his hands around the trace of Kame’s jawbone and kissed him. Kissed him so hard that Kame ended up pressed against the sink and he almost fell backwards. His mind spun as he kissed him back, pressing his weight against those lips and he purred in approval when Akanishi’s hands scraped against his back, sure to leave plenty of marks. Their tongues tangled together in a matter of seconds and Kame’s fingers wrapped themselves deep in those intertwined locks of hair that smelled of exotic spices.
Kame placed his hands on Akanishi’s shoulders and swapped their positions so that the other man was now pressed against the sink and his head nearly hitting the mirror behind him as Kame stood in front of him. He was all breaths and silent purrs as he pushed Akanishi even more roughly against the mirror and whispered, can I? as his fingers unbuttoned one button on the man’s shirt.
He heard the man scoff suddenly so he looked up, curious. “I’m sorry, but you see, no gets to fuck Akanishi Jin. No one.”
Kame smiled sweetly and hummed, hands already slipping inconspicuously inside the waistband of the man’s jeans. I believe I have just given you the performance of a lifetime, don’t I deserve to get what I want now? was Kame’s reply.
Akanishi grew quiet then, just letting out abbreviated moans as Kame unzipped the zipper of those jeans, palmed him roughly with the pair of denim jeans still around his waist-halfway falling off by now.
I’m letting you break all my rules tonight, so break them right. Akanishi whispered breathlessly, head tilted downwards, his hair falling over his features like a veil.
Kame found that he liked the way the man’s face grew pale, then his ears flushed pink. He liked the way he was so manly on the exterior but was letting Kame take control of him like this. He felt dominant, like he had the power, like he was calling all the shots and he liked it. He liked the way the man’s voice filled helplessly with wantonness and the way he had his shaky fingers gripping the ledge of the sink as he was flipped over yet again by Kame’s aggression.
Kame tilted the other’s man head back so that he could crush their lips together with a violent collision and feel Akanishi tremble under his every touch. Can I call you Jin? Kame asked in a low voice, wary of the little shivers underneath his fingertips as he trailed down the other man’s waist.
When the man didn’t answer, Kame reacted by rolling his hips against the man’s ass, both of their boxers still on but the thin, sheer material doing nothing to hide his hardness from pressing achingly against the soft skin. Kame watched with satisfaction as he looked in the mirror and saw Akanishi bite his lower lip as he flushed pink and shut his eyes, swallowing back a moan.
He still didn’t respond, so Kame did it again, except he kept his hips there, not pulling away as he held Akanishi’s arms down, pressing them against the sink’s ridge. This time, he bit his lips so hard that they released a drop of bright red blood and he moaned desperately. Fuck, just call me whatever you want, he gasped. His eyes opened, looking at his own slutty, whorish reflection in the mirror-his eyes hooded and his hair a mess around his sweaty face, his chest bare and his lips swollen. Kame liked this. He liked Akanishi looking in the mirror and watching himself react to every single one of Kame’s touches, he liked that the other man could see his own face, his own sensual expressions as Kame teased him.
Smirking mischievously, Kame leaned forward, resting his chin on the man’s shoulder, who was shuddering as Kame slid one finger inside the waistband of the underwear and stroked his erection languidly. I want you … to look in the mirror while I fuck you, he said shamelessly. I want to see your face. I want you to see your face.
Jin groaned, tilting his head back as Kame bit his neck fervently and flicked his tongue over the sweaty skin, tasting salt.
It was too slow, much too slow and Kame couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled down the last remnants of their clothing and smirked as Jin groaned involuntarily when Kame trapped himself deliciously between Jin’s bare ass and they both hissed in pleasure.
They were already both so sweaty, there was no need for any further assistance so Kame slid in slowly, feeling Jin spread apart around him, swallowing him with his tightness, all those clenched muscles releasing slightly before squeezing him inside all over again.
Jin let out a couple grunts and unpleasant noises, but his face showed otherwise, his lips had become dry and chapped, hands still gripping the sink with so much force that his knuckles turned white and Kame tsk-ed at him, grabbing a handful of that hair and dragging his face up, Jin’s eyes opened slowly to make eye contact with Kame in the mirror.
Don’t close your eyes, I want you to see this. I want you to see yourself screaming my name, Kame whispered, not knowing where these indecent words came from, where all this audacity crawled out from but he kind of liked it. Just like he liked the way their bodes seemed to fit perfectly together, Kame watched in the mirror as Jin’s face contorted into interesting expressions, some of excruciating pain, some of pleasure, and some in silent screams of frenzy, his eyebrows furrowing together and mouth ajar, like a fish without water.
He was panting, chest rising and sweat glinting off his skin like he was made of glitter and sequins and metallic paint. His eyes drooped lowly, and his hair was wet with sweat, stuck to both of their faces as Kame fucked him from behind, their bodies slamming against each other as the pace quickened, along with the race of their heartbeats. He could see the panic, the fury, the passion blazing in Jin’s eyes and he loved it all so much. He loved watching Jin look at himself get violated, loved the faces Jin made, loved the way he arched his back and raised his ass, begging for more, he loved the way they seemed to fall in perfect synch, like rhythm and melody, like coffee and cream.
It turned him on so much to know that Akanishi could see all of this, see himself being dominated, see the slutty expressions he wore.
It was like a beautiful work of art, this state of being that Jin was in, this moment of nothing but sex and alcohol and pleasure and passion. It was breathtaking and all Kame wanted to do was to destroy it, to fuck Jin so hard that he would see stars. So he did, he pulled out painstakingly slowly, and pushed back in unbelievably violently, slamming Jin’s body onto the sink, his face nearly hitting the mirror. Jin gasped and one palm pressed forcefully on the surface of the mirror. They both kept watching, kept looking at how their faces scrutinized with concentration but at the same time their eyes were unfocused from the high on unbelievable sensations. High on each other.
Jin moaned once, twice, and whispered, Kamenashi, Kamenashi as he panted, leaned back against Kame’s body as he fucked him and that was more than enough to send Kame over the edge.
The last thing he heard himself say before everything went black from pleasure was Hot…so hot….
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Everything was fuzzy, and the first thing that registered in Kame’s brain was that it was suddenly extremely chilly and as if on instinct, his arms wrapped around himself and he shivered, sitting up straight to find out what was going on. He caught the faint, fading smell of alcohol and sweat and he realized that he had a horrible, throbbing headache, causing his reflexes to be slowed and his actions delayed.
“Where…am I?” Kame thought aloud, his mind spinning in dizzying circles and he leaned back into the cushions that he seemed to be seated in.
There were dim lights around him and he groaned, a slow pang of pain striking his temple and he leaned forward, instinctively rubbing at his forehead, his movement slow and uncoordinated.
“You’re still in here. With me,” came a voice from behind him and Kame gasped, for he did not expect an answer. His memory felt indistinctly distant and he made a face, when he was greeted with Yamapi’s somber frown, his face was unreadable but Kame could sense that behind those hazel eyes was a flicker of annoyance.
“Where…?” Kame’s voice slurred as he tried to jog his memory, but all he got were flashes of pink tongue and sweat and moans.
He heard Yamapi heave a heavy sigh and the bottom of his black dress shoes made low tapping noises as he made his way over to Kame, who seemingly was seated on a red leather couch.
“The club, remember? We’re still in here,” he said to Kame’s face, raising an eyebrow, “the place where the cops found you in a locked bathroom completely naked with another man, the both of you completely knocked out like lights….? Ring a bell?”
The surprise came first, then waves of shock and embarrassment rushed in like a flood not long after and Kame’s ears turned red. Everything was slowly coming back to him now. The wild bar-dancing techniques, the stripper pole, the alcohol that he would never drink normally, and there was one more thing… Akanishi Jin.
“What are we…still doing here?” asked Kame in a slurred voice, the dizziness returning and his headache worsening. He recognized the place now. The bright, flashing lights from earlier had been turned off and the purple neon lights that were the only light source of the place had been dimmed, the place now smelling of pine trees and lavender-no longer the reeking smells of cigarettes and sex and alcohol. The place was eerily empty now, and it was deathly silent. It scared him a bit, to see such a crowded place be completely vacant so suddenly.
His best friend rolled his eyes at him before sitting down on the seat adjacent to Kame, his chest heaving as he exhaled - for the first time in years, he looked tired to Kame.
“They told me stay here and watch over you until you were conscious again. The cleaners are still here so it’s not like I got us locked in or anything,” was his silent reply.
Kame flushed and became pale at the thought of a crowd of people seeing him passed out naked on the floor with another man on top of him. He could still smell the lingering odor of that spicy, delicious scent, though, and it was enough to bring back every detail of the evening to life in his mind again, the images were strikingly vivid.
Nodding lamely, half to Yamapi and half to himself, he peered up curiously at the other man.
“Where did..Ryo..and …uhh what’s his name again…go..?” Kame trailed off, trying to recall the name of that one person with the feminine looks and the perfectly done hair, his posture elegant and composed, but everything about him screamed wild and risky.
“Ueda,” Yamapi continued for him suddenly, chiming in.
“Oh, right. Ueda. So where are they?”
“They went home, after claiming that they didn’t know you so they literally ran out of here, for fear of humiliation. Fortunately for me, I had the honor of staying behind and cleaning you up and putting your clothes back on while I nursed you back to consciousness,” Yamapi said sarcastically with a snide tone.
“Sorry,” Kame frowned, suddenly feeling guilty for making Yamapi have to go through all that torment because of him. “I promise it won’t happen again the next time,” Kame assured the man who just scoffed disbelievingly in return.
“Hey, sorry to burst your bubble but there ain’t gonna be a next time,” Yamapi said in a low voice, on the tip of anger. “Not after what I had to go through!”
Kame blinked at him, confused.
“No more clubs, for you, I’m serious. You are too wild for this! I totally didn’t know you were that much of a party animal. If I did, I never woulda let you leave the house! That dance was freaking insane,” Yamapi hissed under his breath, eyes darting to the empty bar.
Smirking, Kame looked over at the other with a little amusing smile on his lips. “Come on, you know you liked it! And plus, didn’t you ask me to do that?” His tone was teasing and he could sense a little smirk underneath that cold scowl of Yamapi’s.
“Sure, sure, whatever. Let’s catch a cab and go home now. it’s fucking four AM and I think I’m gonna be next to pass out,” Yamapi scoffed, then stood up and grabbed Kame’s wrist, the both of them making faint steps echo on the dance floor as they headed towards the exit.
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The cab driver was a friendly old man who was happy to have some customers to drive this late at night (or early morning according to Kame). Smiling contentedly as the heater’s warmth melted the layers of ice that had his fingers and toes frozen; Kame leaned back against the black leather back seat and shut his eyes. His heart was happy, strangely enough.
“What a night, eh?” he exhaled aloud, arms curling above his head and he smiled-not particularly to anyone, really.
“Yeah. What a night,” Yamapi repeated in a quiet sigh as he too leaned back against the seats.
Reaching into his pocket to keep his fingers warm, Kame found something curious in the front pocket of his jeans. When he fished it out slowly, he realized that it was a crumpled note paper, the edges all folded and hastily torn. He unfolded it and an unfamiliar style of handwriting was scrawled in the middle of the page.
Call me. 555-9687. It read simply. Then at the bottom in messy Kanji: Akanishi
Smiling even wider, Kame felt a strange sensation of fluttering butterflies in his stomach as the pace of his heartbeat began to race, his blood pumping with a surge of adrenaline. And he didn’t know why. This remote feeling of excitement and giddiness made him feel a bit weak, and lightheaded. It would have been the last thing he would have expected.
This is going to take some getting used to, he thought silently to himself, tucking the little paper back in his pocket. Especially now that I will never be able to see this song in the same way ever again.
But it’s not like he minded even one bit.
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A/N: LOL so i srsly need ur feedback like NOW LOL XD i really think i've failed XD there's totally no plot right? XD and this was totally OOC and i just suddenly went off on some random tangent over how uke kame was in the beginning then he totally just like rapes jin lmfao!! *facepalms* YEAH I FAILED IM SO SORRY ;_______________; pls still comment though ? that way, i can know if u prefer nasty sex over actual plots AHAHA XDD
thanks for reading (:
BTW, i'm SO SORRY for like grammar mistakes lol. written at 1 AM again ;~;
And I don't care, who's watchin...
Slowly, Kame let his fingers attach to the edges of the collared shirt and he peeled it off slowly, teasingly, touching himself with every bit of skin he had showing- bathing himself in the waves of flashing lights, his skin gleaming with sweat every time it hit him.
Finally, it fell to the floor in a messy heap at his knees and he sighed, breaking the eye contact again and wrapped his legs around the pole a second time, letting himself swing around it suggestively as he slid down, one hand clutching tightly on to the pole and the other hand gradually pulling down his zipper.
He rolled his hips against the pole again, feeling the pressure and the solidity of the object sending waves of pleasure down his spine and he threw his head back, taking in the couple final notes of the song before he let go of the pole. Just before the song ended, he got on his knees, crawled to the edge of the stage in the general direction of where the man was standing, and licked his lips once, twice, hands slipping in tightly against his erection, and arched his back, mouthing to the man, I wanna make love in this club right in sync with the actual last line.
And then it ended. The crowd exploded, deafening screams of frenzy and excitement and hands grabbed at him from the edge of the stage. Kame couldn’t hold it in anymore, and he didn’t need anything else, he wanted it now.
He was so hot, burning, and he was exhausted, but the overwhelming feeling coursing through his blood was desire. He needed it now.
He didn’t even know how it happened because it was all so fast, but in the midst of all the hysterical screaming and the deafening cheering, Kame somehow made his way over to the stranger, even with people tugging as his limbs and putting their dirty hands all over his skin and reaching out to touch him with the tips of their fingers.
And then he found him.
The remarkable feeling of desperation took over his mind and he could wait no longer. Kame smiled to himself as he realized that the look in the man’s eyes reflected the way he felt right at that moment and that was all he needed.
You can meet me in the bathroom Kame murmured against his neck and then he pulled away-it took every ounce of energy and resistance he had left to let go of those soft locks of hair and to walk in the opposite direction, pushing through the crowd that screamed for him.
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“I guess cocktease was a bit of an understatement wasn’t it?” came the low voice from the shadowed part of the room.
Kame jumped, his sweaty palms placed at the edge of one of the porcelain sinks and he barely caught a second glance of himself in the mirror before he spotted the other man’s reflection in the mirror a couple steps behind him.
He didn’t turn around to look at the man; instead, he stared tentatively at the reflection in the mirror and smiled faintly. The energy was draining quickly from him now.
In a flash, the man walked up behind him and Kame could see the pure lust glittering in his eyes in the dim lights that lit up corners of the bathroom. Can we lock the door? Kame murmured breathlessly, shutting his eyes as he felt slow fingers crawl up his collarbone and slide up effortlessly against his neck, then a wave of hot breaths melted against his already sticky skin.
The warmth from the other man left him for a moment and he mewed in protest, but then he barely had his eyes open again when he heard a little click telling him that the door had been locked and rough fingertips brushed against his spine and he arched his back, spinning his body around to face Akanishi.
“Seems like they built the restroom with their customers’ needs in mind,” he laughed huskily, leaning in close to Kame’s body, one leg in between Kame’s thighs and pressing against him so that Kame’s breath hitched abruptly.
“And what would that be?” Kame said in a teasing voice, the words echoing off the tiled walls.
I think you know a bit too well, Kamenashi-san, he breathed in hot breaths into his ear as he cupped his hands around the trace of Kame’s jawbone and kissed him. Kissed him so hard that Kame ended up pressed against the sink and he almost fell backwards. His mind spun as he kissed him back, pressing his weight against those lips and he purred in approval when Akanishi’s hands scraped against his back, sure to leave plenty of marks. Their tongues tangled together in a matter of seconds and Kame’s fingers wrapped themselves deep in those intertwined locks of hair that smelled of exotic spices.
Kame placed his hands on Akanishi’s shoulders and swapped their positions so that the other man was now pressed against the sink and his head nearly hitting the mirror behind him as Kame stood in front of him. He was all breaths and silent purrs as he pushed Akanishi even more roughly against the mirror and whispered, can I? as his fingers unbuttoned one button on the man’s shirt.
He heard the man scoff suddenly so he looked up, curious. “I’m sorry, but you see, no gets to fuck Akanishi Jin. No one.”
Kame smiled sweetly and hummed, hands already slipping inconspicuously inside the waistband of the man’s jeans. I believe I have just given you the performance of a lifetime, don’t I deserve to get what I want now? was Kame’s reply.
Akanishi grew quiet then, just letting out abbreviated moans as Kame unzipped the zipper of those jeans, palmed him roughly with the pair of denim jeans still around his waist-halfway falling off by now.
I’m letting you break all my rules tonight, so break them right. Akanishi whispered breathlessly, head tilted downwards, his hair falling over his features like a veil.
Kame found that he liked the way the man’s face grew pale, then his ears flushed pink. He liked the way he was so manly on the exterior but was letting Kame take control of him like this. He felt dominant, like he had the power, like he was calling all the shots and he liked it. He liked the way the man’s voice filled helplessly with wantonness and the way he had his shaky fingers gripping the ledge of the sink as he was flipped over yet again by Kame’s aggression.
Kame tilted the other’s man head back so that he could crush their lips together with a violent collision and feel Akanishi tremble under his every touch. Can I call you Jin? Kame asked in a low voice, wary of the little shivers underneath his fingertips as he trailed down the other man’s waist.
When the man didn’t answer, Kame reacted by rolling his hips against the man’s ass, both of their boxers still on but the thin, sheer material doing nothing to hide his hardness from pressing achingly against the soft skin. Kame watched with satisfaction as he looked in the mirror and saw Akanishi bite his lower lip as he flushed pink and shut his eyes, swallowing back a moan.
He still didn’t respond, so Kame did it again, except he kept his hips there, not pulling away as he held Akanishi’s arms down, pressing them against the sink’s ridge. This time, he bit his lips so hard that they released a drop of bright red blood and he moaned desperately. Fuck, just call me whatever you want, he gasped. His eyes opened, looking at his own slutty, whorish reflection in the mirror-his eyes hooded and his hair a mess around his sweaty face, his chest bare and his lips swollen. Kame liked this. He liked Akanishi looking in the mirror and watching himself react to every single one of Kame’s touches, he liked that the other man could see his own face, his own sensual expressions as Kame teased him.
Smirking mischievously, Kame leaned forward, resting his chin on the man’s shoulder, who was shuddering as Kame slid one finger inside the waistband of the underwear and stroked his erection languidly. I want you … to look in the mirror while I fuck you, he said shamelessly. I want to see your face. I want you to see your face.
Jin groaned, tilting his head back as Kame bit his neck fervently and flicked his tongue over the sweaty skin, tasting salt.
It was too slow, much too slow and Kame couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled down the last remnants of their clothing and smirked as Jin groaned involuntarily when Kame trapped himself deliciously between Jin’s bare ass and they both hissed in pleasure.
They were already both so sweaty, there was no need for any further assistance so Kame slid in slowly, feeling Jin spread apart around him, swallowing him with his tightness, all those clenched muscles releasing slightly before squeezing him inside all over again.
Jin let out a couple grunts and unpleasant noises, but his face showed otherwise, his lips had become dry and chapped, hands still gripping the sink with so much force that his knuckles turned white and Kame tsk-ed at him, grabbing a handful of that hair and dragging his face up, Jin’s eyes opened slowly to make eye contact with Kame in the mirror.
Don’t close your eyes, I want you to see this. I want you to see yourself screaming my name, Kame whispered, not knowing where these indecent words came from, where all this audacity crawled out from but he kind of liked it. Just like he liked the way their bodes seemed to fit perfectly together, Kame watched in the mirror as Jin’s face contorted into interesting expressions, some of excruciating pain, some of pleasure, and some in silent screams of frenzy, his eyebrows furrowing together and mouth ajar, like a fish without water.
He was panting, chest rising and sweat glinting off his skin like he was made of glitter and sequins and metallic paint. His eyes drooped lowly, and his hair was wet with sweat, stuck to both of their faces as Kame fucked him from behind, their bodies slamming against each other as the pace quickened, along with the race of their heartbeats. He could see the panic, the fury, the passion blazing in Jin’s eyes and he loved it all so much. He loved watching Jin look at himself get violated, loved the faces Jin made, loved the way he arched his back and raised his ass, begging for more, he loved the way they seemed to fall in perfect synch, like rhythm and melody, like coffee and cream.
It turned him on so much to know that Akanishi could see all of this, see himself being dominated, see the slutty expressions he wore.
It was like a beautiful work of art, this state of being that Jin was in, this moment of nothing but sex and alcohol and pleasure and passion. It was breathtaking and all Kame wanted to do was to destroy it, to fuck Jin so hard that he would see stars. So he did, he pulled out painstakingly slowly, and pushed back in unbelievably violently, slamming Jin’s body onto the sink, his face nearly hitting the mirror. Jin gasped and one palm pressed forcefully on the surface of the mirror. They both kept watching, kept looking at how their faces scrutinized with concentration but at the same time their eyes were unfocused from the high on unbelievable sensations. High on each other.
Jin moaned once, twice, and whispered, Kamenashi, Kamenashi as he panted, leaned back against Kame’s body as he fucked him and that was more than enough to send Kame over the edge.
The last thing he heard himself say before everything went black from pleasure was Hot…so hot….
---
Everything was fuzzy, and the first thing that registered in Kame’s brain was that it was suddenly extremely chilly and as if on instinct, his arms wrapped around himself and he shivered, sitting up straight to find out what was going on. He caught the faint, fading smell of alcohol and sweat and he realized that he had a horrible, throbbing headache, causing his reflexes to be slowed and his actions delayed.
“Where…am I?” Kame thought aloud, his mind spinning in dizzying circles and he leaned back into the cushions that he seemed to be seated in.
There were dim lights around him and he groaned, a slow pang of pain striking his temple and he leaned forward, instinctively rubbing at his forehead, his movement slow and uncoordinated.
“You’re still in here. With me,” came a voice from behind him and Kame gasped, for he did not expect an answer. His memory felt indistinctly distant and he made a face, when he was greeted with Yamapi’s somber frown, his face was unreadable but Kame could sense that behind those hazel eyes was a flicker of annoyance.
“Where…?” Kame’s voice slurred as he tried to jog his memory, but all he got were flashes of pink tongue and sweat and moans.
He heard Yamapi heave a heavy sigh and the bottom of his black dress shoes made low tapping noises as he made his way over to Kame, who seemingly was seated on a red leather couch.
“The club, remember? We’re still in here,” he said to Kame’s face, raising an eyebrow, “the place where the cops found you in a locked bathroom completely naked with another man, the both of you completely knocked out like lights….? Ring a bell?”
The surprise came first, then waves of shock and embarrassment rushed in like a flood not long after and Kame’s ears turned red. Everything was slowly coming back to him now. The wild bar-dancing techniques, the stripper pole, the alcohol that he would never drink normally, and there was one more thing… Akanishi Jin.
“What are we…still doing here?” asked Kame in a slurred voice, the dizziness returning and his headache worsening. He recognized the place now. The bright, flashing lights from earlier had been turned off and the purple neon lights that were the only light source of the place had been dimmed, the place now smelling of pine trees and lavender-no longer the reeking smells of cigarettes and sex and alcohol. The place was eerily empty now, and it was deathly silent. It scared him a bit, to see such a crowded place be completely vacant so suddenly.
His best friend rolled his eyes at him before sitting down on the seat adjacent to Kame, his chest heaving as he exhaled - for the first time in years, he looked tired to Kame.
“They told me stay here and watch over you until you were conscious again. The cleaners are still here so it’s not like I got us locked in or anything,” was his silent reply.
Kame flushed and became pale at the thought of a crowd of people seeing him passed out naked on the floor with another man on top of him. He could still smell the lingering odor of that spicy, delicious scent, though, and it was enough to bring back every detail of the evening to life in his mind again, the images were strikingly vivid.
Nodding lamely, half to Yamapi and half to himself, he peered up curiously at the other man.
“Where did..Ryo..and …uhh what’s his name again…go..?” Kame trailed off, trying to recall the name of that one person with the feminine looks and the perfectly done hair, his posture elegant and composed, but everything about him screamed wild and risky.
“Ueda,” Yamapi continued for him suddenly, chiming in.
“Oh, right. Ueda. So where are they?”
“They went home, after claiming that they didn’t know you so they literally ran out of here, for fear of humiliation. Fortunately for me, I had the honor of staying behind and cleaning you up and putting your clothes back on while I nursed you back to consciousness,” Yamapi said sarcastically with a snide tone.
“Sorry,” Kame frowned, suddenly feeling guilty for making Yamapi have to go through all that torment because of him. “I promise it won’t happen again the next time,” Kame assured the man who just scoffed disbelievingly in return.
“Hey, sorry to burst your bubble but there ain’t gonna be a next time,” Yamapi said in a low voice, on the tip of anger. “Not after what I had to go through!”
Kame blinked at him, confused.
“No more clubs, for you, I’m serious. You are too wild for this! I totally didn’t know you were that much of a party animal. If I did, I never woulda let you leave the house! That dance was freaking insane,” Yamapi hissed under his breath, eyes darting to the empty bar.
Smirking, Kame looked over at the other with a little amusing smile on his lips. “Come on, you know you liked it! And plus, didn’t you ask me to do that?” His tone was teasing and he could sense a little smirk underneath that cold scowl of Yamapi’s.
“Sure, sure, whatever. Let’s catch a cab and go home now. it’s fucking four AM and I think I’m gonna be next to pass out,” Yamapi scoffed, then stood up and grabbed Kame’s wrist, the both of them making faint steps echo on the dance floor as they headed towards the exit.
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The cab driver was a friendly old man who was happy to have some customers to drive this late at night (or early morning according to Kame). Smiling contentedly as the heater’s warmth melted the layers of ice that had his fingers and toes frozen; Kame leaned back against the black leather back seat and shut his eyes. His heart was happy, strangely enough.
“What a night, eh?” he exhaled aloud, arms curling above his head and he smiled-not particularly to anyone, really.
“Yeah. What a night,” Yamapi repeated in a quiet sigh as he too leaned back against the seats.
Reaching into his pocket to keep his fingers warm, Kame found something curious in the front pocket of his jeans. When he fished it out slowly, he realized that it was a crumpled note paper, the edges all folded and hastily torn. He unfolded it and an unfamiliar style of handwriting was scrawled in the middle of the page.
Call me. 555-9687. It read simply. Then at the bottom in messy Kanji: Akanishi
Smiling even wider, Kame felt a strange sensation of fluttering butterflies in his stomach as the pace of his heartbeat began to race, his blood pumping with a surge of adrenaline. And he didn’t know why. This remote feeling of excitement and giddiness made him feel a bit weak, and lightheaded. It would have been the last thing he would have expected.
This is going to take some getting used to, he thought silently to himself, tucking the little paper back in his pocket. Especially now that I will never be able to see this song in the same way ever again.
But it’s not like he minded even one bit.
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A/N: LOL so i srsly need ur feedback like NOW LOL XD i really think i've failed XD there's totally no plot right? XD and this was totally OOC and i just suddenly went off on some random tangent over how uke kame was in the beginning then he totally just like rapes jin lmfao!! *facepalms* YEAH I FAILED IM SO SORRY ;_______________; pls still comment though ? that way, i can know if u prefer nasty sex over actual plots AHAHA XDD
thanks for reading (:
BTW, i'm SO SORRY for like grammar mistakes lol. written at 1 AM again ;~;