Ridiculous Akamepi fic that will never be fninished.
Originally supposed to be a sort of sequel to this ridiculous Pin-having-sex-with-Kame-watching fic I wrote once, but not only does it not really follow the original but it's been on my hard drive for about three months and it's driving me insane. Posted because Nikki flipped a coin.
Kame folds his jacket over his arm and slides his sunglasses further up his nose. It’s uncomfortably hot, the weather close and the hint of rain tangy in the air and he wishes he’d thought to leave his coat at home. He focuses on sliding through the busy crowds at Shibuya station keeping his head down and his eyes focused on his feet, desperately trying to pass himself off as just another person trying to make their way home on a cloudy, overcast day. He’s tired and restless, head pounding and skin itching, and as he glances up at the departures board as he moves to the metro entrance, he has to fight down the urge to just get on the first train that’s going as far away from Tokyo as possible.
His phone buzzes in his pocket and he isn’t even surprised when he glances down and he sees Jin’s number flash up on the screen. He’s been ringing off and on for the last hour, and Kame knows better than anyone else that once Jin’s decided to be a stubborn bastard he’ll stay that way until he gets what he wants.
Kame rubs a hand along the line of his throat, desperately fighting down the urge to flush as he remembers the dark hungry look in Jin’s eyes as he’d slid his thumb across the line of Yamapi’s hip, the way Yamapi’s mouth had fallen open, tongue resting softly on his bottom lip, a perfect pretty flush across the lines of his jaw and cheeks and the way he’d left halfway through, pushing Jin away from where he was licking a slow line along his thigh and ignoring the slightly startled yelp Yamapi had let out when he’d shoved his way to the door. Fuck.
He turns his phone off and slides it back down into his bag. Management is due to ring him to organise songs for the new album but for once Kame doesn’t give a damn. For now, he’s unavailable.
~ ~ ~
“What?” Koki growls when he finally picks up his phone and Jin snorts slightly.
“Charming as usual,” he drawls, leaning forwards to pour himself another shot of tequila.
“Akanishi, I’m busy right now. So unless you’ve managed to either get yourself involved in a car accident and I’m the only one available to pick your sorry arse up or you’ve somehow managed to fuck things up with Kame, I don’t want to know.”
Jin swallows his shot, tries to think of a comeback and knows from the exhale on the other end of the phone when Koki works it out. Koki always seems to know when Jin’s fucked things up with Kame. It’s like a freakish sixth sense that Koki has developed in the last year, months of being shoved with Kame taking its toll, until Koki is as bizarrely possessive of Kame as Jin used to be (and still is, if he’s honest).
“What the fuck did you do now Akanishi?” he practically snarls and Jin stifles the urge to tell Koki to fuck off.
“Nothing, ok. He just came ‘round at the wrong time. Saw something and freaked out.”
Koki laughs, the sound low and bitter. ”Let me guess, you and Yamashita got horny, decided to fuck, left the door unlocked and Kame caught you. Jesus, Akanishi you’re a dick sometimes.”
“Look, I’m not doing this with you right now” Jin snaps tersely. “You can lecture me on Monday, ok. I just wanted to check if you’d seen Kame. You haven’t and that’s that. I’ll see you soon.”
He feels Yamapi’s gaze on him across the room as he cuts the connection, searching and slightly worried.
“He hasn’t seen him,” he says flatly.
Yamapi sighs, moving to the sofa and sitting down heavily. “Jin,” he begins, voice soft and Jin waves a hand to stop him, suddenly desperately unwilling to have this conversation with Yamapi right now.
He knows what Yamapi’s going to say before he even opens his mouth, knows that if he says it things will change. They’re best friends, have been for years now and Jin knows that Yamapi will be his best man at his wedding, that they’ll share stories about their kids, that they’ll grow old together, two wiry old men, bent with time and tied together by history. But there are things they don’t talk about, a bevy of secrets and stories locked inside a Pandora’s box and Jin knows that if they open it, if they sit down and talk about Kame, about what he means to Yamapi, what he meant (and still means) to Jin they’ll have to start again, try to mold themselves into a newer, more complicated friendship. And Jin isn’t sure he’s ready for that.
“I’ll check his apartment,” he mutters, standing up and slipping into his coat.
Kame folds his jacket over his arm and slides his sunglasses further up his nose. It’s uncomfortably hot, the weather close and the hint of rain tangy in the air and he wishes he’d thought to leave his coat at home. He focuses on sliding through the busy crowds at Shibuya station keeping his head down and his eyes focused on his feet, desperately trying to pass himself off as just another person trying to make their way home on a cloudy, overcast day. He’s tired and restless, head pounding and skin itching, and as he glances up at the departures board as he moves to the metro entrance, he has to fight down the urge to just get on the first train that’s going as far away from Tokyo as possible.
His phone buzzes in his pocket and he isn’t even surprised when he glances down and he sees Jin’s number flash up on the screen. He’s been ringing off and on for the last hour, and Kame knows better than anyone else that once Jin’s decided to be a stubborn bastard he’ll stay that way until he gets what he wants.
Kame rubs a hand along the line of his throat, desperately fighting down the urge to flush as he remembers the dark hungry look in Jin’s eyes as he’d slid his thumb across the line of Yamapi’s hip, the way Yamapi’s mouth had fallen open, tongue resting softly on his bottom lip, a perfect pretty flush across the lines of his jaw and cheeks and the way he’d left halfway through, pushing Jin away from where he was licking a slow line along his thigh and ignoring the slightly startled yelp Yamapi had let out when he’d shoved his way to the door. Fuck.
He turns his phone off and slides it back down into his bag. Management is due to ring him to organise songs for the new album but for once Kame doesn’t give a damn. For now, he’s unavailable.
~ ~ ~
“What?” Koki growls when he finally picks up his phone and Jin snorts slightly.
“Charming as usual,” he drawls, leaning forwards to pour himself another shot of tequila.
“Akanishi, I’m busy right now. So unless you’ve managed to either get yourself involved in a car accident and I’m the only one available to pick your sorry arse up or you’ve somehow managed to fuck things up with Kame, I don’t want to know.”
Jin swallows his shot, tries to think of a comeback and knows from the exhale on the other end of the phone when Koki works it out. Koki always seems to know when Jin’s fucked things up with Kame. It’s like a freakish sixth sense that Koki has developed in the last year, months of being shoved with Kame taking its toll, until Koki is as bizarrely possessive of Kame as Jin used to be (and still is, if he’s honest).
“What the fuck did you do now Akanishi?” he practically snarls and Jin stifles the urge to tell Koki to fuck off.
“Nothing, ok. He just came ‘round at the wrong time. Saw something and freaked out.”
Koki laughs, the sound low and bitter. ”Let me guess, you and Yamashita got horny, decided to fuck, left the door unlocked and Kame caught you. Jesus, Akanishi you’re a dick sometimes.”
“Look, I’m not doing this with you right now” Jin snaps tersely. “You can lecture me on Monday, ok. I just wanted to check if you’d seen Kame. You haven’t and that’s that. I’ll see you soon.”
He feels Yamapi’s gaze on him across the room as he cuts the connection, searching and slightly worried.
“He hasn’t seen him,” he says flatly.
Yamapi sighs, moving to the sofa and sitting down heavily. “Jin,” he begins, voice soft and Jin waves a hand to stop him, suddenly desperately unwilling to have this conversation with Yamapi right now.
He knows what Yamapi’s going to say before he even opens his mouth, knows that if he says it things will change. They’re best friends, have been for years now and Jin knows that Yamapi will be his best man at his wedding, that they’ll share stories about their kids, that they’ll grow old together, two wiry old men, bent with time and tied together by history. But there are things they don’t talk about, a bevy of secrets and stories locked inside a Pandora’s box and Jin knows that if they open it, if they sit down and talk about Kame, about what he means to Yamapi, what he meant (and still means) to Jin they’ll have to start again, try to mold themselves into a newer, more complicated friendship. And Jin isn’t sure he’s ready for that.
“I’ll check his apartment,” he mutters, standing up and slipping into his coat.