[FIC] Red Dress
for: kawaiisaru
prompt: jin/kame; kame in a red dress
notes: not beta. in a terrible slump and is lame. well, do enjoy the fic anyway. :)b
If asking Kame to put on red dress was in a bad mood, Jin would have died right then and there. But Kame is in a good mood - Kame who is beaming, carefree, willing and compliant that Jin adores the most. So he considers himself lucky when Kame looks at him with clear, chocolate eyes and nods in approval. Jin is just gifted with good timing, he praises himself.
"I wonder why Johnny-san wants some cross dressing this time."
Jin snaps his head to Kame, his attention back where it ought to belong.
"I thought we're well passed that stage," Kame inspects the dress, flipping it over.
"Well," Jin avoids Kame's questioning glance, "fans demand it and you like it anyway."
"If you have told me sooner, I would have shaved my legs or something," the latter scratched his head with a frown.
Jin feels like he was shot by a million dirty images. It has been so long.
"Whatever. Might as well put it on for your approval."
Kame tells himself that and takes his shirt off. Warm blood explodes in excitement which Jin worries over it gushing out of his nose, as if mustering his face into something professional wasn't hard enough.
"Um," Jin's head swims at the sight of Kame half-naked and his brows slightly knitted in embarrassment, "do you mind?"
Jin can't help a smile, "It's not as if I never saw you naked..."
His voice drops as Kame's face darkens. "That doesn't justify why you have to drive Koki and Ueda away from this room."
"They're different," Jin fidgets with the helm of his shirt, "I mean, you know."
He presses on and looks at Kame squarely, "We're us and they're them."
Kame chuckles, "idiot," and throws random cushions and clothes to Jin.
"Okay, okay," he holds up his hands in defeat and runs for the door, "I'm out. Geez, watch the temper."
He closes the door behind him and leans on the hard surface, smiling. Jin doesn't expect anything like this from happening. He imagines the other would be complaining and whining about the whole thing, blaming him that perhaps he suggested it in the first place then a heated exchange will occur and eventually sex would make it all up. Kame in a red dress would be great addition if ever that happens.
Jin doesn't know if he feels somehow cheated out of it but grateful nonetheless. It spared him from the clawing and other things unimaginable that Kame's capable of doing.
He recalls being all nervous about it, a huge lump on his throat, long calculated strides and stiff form. The red dress dangles mindlessly on his right fist.
The moment of truth, he thought as he burst though KAT-TUN's dressing room.
"Alright," he announced, pleased with him how his voice didn't waver or anything, "where is Kamenashi? I have something to tell him in private."
Koki and Ueda, the only present members in the room, looked at Jin suspiciously.
"For starters, do you see Kame-chan in here?" Koki smiled mockingly. Jin winced.
"He was here a while ago," Ueda supplied, helpful than the other, "he must have been called in for some meeting, I guess."
Jin cursed under his breath. He told himself to check out Kame's schedule first than assumes him to be available all the time.
"What's with the dress, by the way?" Koki grinned, "Some kink going on?"
Jin hid the dress out of sight, "It's none of your business."
"What's not his business?" Kame sauntered in, acknowledging everyone with a smile.
"Jin has a dress with him," Ueda answered for Jin and flipped a page of his magazine.
"Oh?" Kame turned to Jin, "What for?"
Jin faced him, "I have to talk to you," Jin eyed Koki and Ueda, "Privately."
"Hmm? That is suspicious, Kame, don't you think?" Koki's finding much fun on teasing Jin like this.
Jin gritted his teeth. Ueda suddenly stood up and linked his arm around Koki's.
"Leave the lovebirds alone. Jin's about to explode any moment now."
Koki tsked, "Kame, if Akanishi here do something inappropriate, just call my name and I'll save you in an instant."
Kame laughed at the lame advice and nodded his agreement. The door closed behind the pair, leaving Jin and Kame alone.
Jin mumbled something about wringing Koki's neck after.
"So what is this all about?"
The lump on his throat dropped with a thud on his stomach. He had never felt anything this heavy before.
He cleared his throat. “Well. You see. Um.”
He can’t break the ice.
“Loosen up, Jin,” Kame patted his shoulder, “I wouldn’t know what it is unless you tell me.”
“Johnny-san wants you in this dress. “ Jin blurted it out in one go and waited for the inevitable. He scanned Kame for any outburst but it didn’t come.
“May I see it?” Kame extended his hand. Normally, Kame wouldn’t be like this.
“O-Okay,” He handed the outfit to Kame reluctantly.
That’s what happened earlier and Jin thought he couldn’t be any luckier. A knock on the door and Kame’s head pops out.
“It won’t fit, Jin.” He says with a straight face.
Jin tries to match Kame calm for calm. He feels faint.
Kame grins, catches Jin’s wrist and pulls him inside, “Kidding.”
He steps back from Jin and asks, “What do you think?”
The dress is of Chinese style, fabric hugging tight to Kame’s frame. The side slit dangerously long for Jin’s comfort. It’s all for easy access, Jin muses, never mind the leg hair. He watches Kame squirm in his scrutiny, smooth flowing neck and collarbone peeks out slightly as Kame shifts uncomfortably. Jin stares on, speechless.
“Not good?”
Jin shakes his head, mind blown. “You look beautiful.”
Kame giggles and strolls forward to Jin.
“So tell me,” He circles arms around Jin’s neck, drawing them near, “this wasn’t Johnny-san’s idea, was it?”
“I missed you,” Jin breathes out, taking in the familiar scent of the other. It has been days since he last saw Kame. Despite the occasional promotion of their new single, variety shows and performances, there seemed to be less time for them to be intimate. Jin knows he’s being stubborn about this and even planned out a tactic to somehow lure the younger man out of his schedule.
“Why the red dress?” Kame follows the edge of Jin’s jaw with kisses.
“Chinese New Year?” He pulls Kame closer.
“We should celebrate.”
“Let’s.”
They lips lock and Jin thanked the gods for Kame and sex.
FIN
prompt: jin/kame; kame in a red dress
notes: not beta. in a terrible slump and is lame. well, do enjoy the fic anyway. :)b
If asking Kame to put on red dress was in a bad mood, Jin would have died right then and there. But Kame is in a good mood - Kame who is beaming, carefree, willing and compliant that Jin adores the most. So he considers himself lucky when Kame looks at him with clear, chocolate eyes and nods in approval. Jin is just gifted with good timing, he praises himself.
"I wonder why Johnny-san wants some cross dressing this time."
Jin snaps his head to Kame, his attention back where it ought to belong.
"I thought we're well passed that stage," Kame inspects the dress, flipping it over.
"Well," Jin avoids Kame's questioning glance, "fans demand it and you like it anyway."
"If you have told me sooner, I would have shaved my legs or something," the latter scratched his head with a frown.
Jin feels like he was shot by a million dirty images. It has been so long.
"Whatever. Might as well put it on for your approval."
Kame tells himself that and takes his shirt off. Warm blood explodes in excitement which Jin worries over it gushing out of his nose, as if mustering his face into something professional wasn't hard enough.
"Um," Jin's head swims at the sight of Kame half-naked and his brows slightly knitted in embarrassment, "do you mind?"
Jin can't help a smile, "It's not as if I never saw you naked..."
His voice drops as Kame's face darkens. "That doesn't justify why you have to drive Koki and Ueda away from this room."
"They're different," Jin fidgets with the helm of his shirt, "I mean, you know."
He presses on and looks at Kame squarely, "We're us and they're them."
Kame chuckles, "idiot," and throws random cushions and clothes to Jin.
"Okay, okay," he holds up his hands in defeat and runs for the door, "I'm out. Geez, watch the temper."
He closes the door behind him and leans on the hard surface, smiling. Jin doesn't expect anything like this from happening. He imagines the other would be complaining and whining about the whole thing, blaming him that perhaps he suggested it in the first place then a heated exchange will occur and eventually sex would make it all up. Kame in a red dress would be great addition if ever that happens.
Jin doesn't know if he feels somehow cheated out of it but grateful nonetheless. It spared him from the clawing and other things unimaginable that Kame's capable of doing.
He recalls being all nervous about it, a huge lump on his throat, long calculated strides and stiff form. The red dress dangles mindlessly on his right fist.
The moment of truth, he thought as he burst though KAT-TUN's dressing room.
"Alright," he announced, pleased with him how his voice didn't waver or anything, "where is Kamenashi? I have something to tell him in private."
Koki and Ueda, the only present members in the room, looked at Jin suspiciously.
"For starters, do you see Kame-chan in here?" Koki smiled mockingly. Jin winced.
"He was here a while ago," Ueda supplied, helpful than the other, "he must have been called in for some meeting, I guess."
Jin cursed under his breath. He told himself to check out Kame's schedule first than assumes him to be available all the time.
"What's with the dress, by the way?" Koki grinned, "Some kink going on?"
Jin hid the dress out of sight, "It's none of your business."
"What's not his business?" Kame sauntered in, acknowledging everyone with a smile.
"Jin has a dress with him," Ueda answered for Jin and flipped a page of his magazine.
"Oh?" Kame turned to Jin, "What for?"
Jin faced him, "I have to talk to you," Jin eyed Koki and Ueda, "Privately."
"Hmm? That is suspicious, Kame, don't you think?" Koki's finding much fun on teasing Jin like this.
Jin gritted his teeth. Ueda suddenly stood up and linked his arm around Koki's.
"Leave the lovebirds alone. Jin's about to explode any moment now."
Koki tsked, "Kame, if Akanishi here do something inappropriate, just call my name and I'll save you in an instant."
Kame laughed at the lame advice and nodded his agreement. The door closed behind the pair, leaving Jin and Kame alone.
Jin mumbled something about wringing Koki's neck after.
"So what is this all about?"
The lump on his throat dropped with a thud on his stomach. He had never felt anything this heavy before.
He cleared his throat. “Well. You see. Um.”
He can’t break the ice.
“Loosen up, Jin,” Kame patted his shoulder, “I wouldn’t know what it is unless you tell me.”
“Johnny-san wants you in this dress. “ Jin blurted it out in one go and waited for the inevitable. He scanned Kame for any outburst but it didn’t come.
“May I see it?” Kame extended his hand. Normally, Kame wouldn’t be like this.
“O-Okay,” He handed the outfit to Kame reluctantly.
That’s what happened earlier and Jin thought he couldn’t be any luckier. A knock on the door and Kame’s head pops out.
“It won’t fit, Jin.” He says with a straight face.
Jin tries to match Kame calm for calm. He feels faint.
Kame grins, catches Jin’s wrist and pulls him inside, “Kidding.”
He steps back from Jin and asks, “What do you think?”
The dress is of Chinese style, fabric hugging tight to Kame’s frame. The side slit dangerously long for Jin’s comfort. It’s all for easy access, Jin muses, never mind the leg hair. He watches Kame squirm in his scrutiny, smooth flowing neck and collarbone peeks out slightly as Kame shifts uncomfortably. Jin stares on, speechless.
“Not good?”
Jin shakes his head, mind blown. “You look beautiful.”
Kame giggles and strolls forward to Jin.
“So tell me,” He circles arms around Jin’s neck, drawing them near, “this wasn’t Johnny-san’s idea, was it?”
“I missed you,” Jin breathes out, taking in the familiar scent of the other. It has been days since he last saw Kame. Despite the occasional promotion of their new single, variety shows and performances, there seemed to be less time for them to be intimate. Jin knows he’s being stubborn about this and even planned out a tactic to somehow lure the younger man out of his schedule.
“Why the red dress?” Kame follows the edge of Jin’s jaw with kisses.
“Chinese New Year?” He pulls Kame closer.
“We should celebrate.”
“Let’s.”
They lips lock and Jin thanked the gods for Kame and sex.
FIN