JE fic: i wait for you at the altar 2/2 [Jin/Kame, Koki; PG-13]
Title: i wait for you at the altar 2/2
Author: momo (omoshiroina)
Pairing: Akame, slight Koki/Kame (?)
Genre: Weirdness, Romance
Summary: If it weren't for Jin's amazing imagination, Koki and Kame would not be having hot, implied sex. :||
Notes: Part one is here. Dedicated to my dearest megane_penguin. ♥
When Jin wakes up thirty minutes later, dragging himself out of the folding chair and groggily padding into the set, he is curious to see what has gotten his bandmates so hyped up again. Koki, Kame and Ueda, still in their respective wardrobes and still completely made up, are crowding around something.
"What's up?" Jin calls, raking a hand through his bangs, slightly hardened with copious amounts of hairspray.
"Aren't they cute?" Ueda cooes, squatting. A stylist in the corner shrieks for Ueda to try not moving around so much; the gown could form unattractive creases.
'Cute' apparently equated to two little tykes, a boy and a girl. One is dressed like a flowergirl (the dress is a tiny version of Ueda's light green, earthy gown) and the other is in a miniature suit. They couldn't have been no older than five or six.
Kame laughs and lifts the little girl up in his arms, and Koki does the same to the boy. The little girl bubbles with shrill laughter and tugs at Kame's wavy bangs. Ueda props an arm on Koki's shoulder to play a little boxing game with the boy.
Side by side, Kame and Koki look like something real. Jin swallows the lump in his throat and walks up to them.
"You're really pretty, oneechan," The girl says, squashing Kame's cheeks together.
Koki snorts out loud, and the little boy in his arms puffs out his cheeks and hits Koki's jaw.
"Don't you know who this is, chibi?" Jin strides up to Kame and pinches the girl's soft, pudgy cheek.
"Mm!" she replies brightly. "Pretty oneechan is Baldy oniichan's love-love!" she concludes. She then blinks wide eyes at him. "Who are you, niisan?"
Jin sputters, before Kame rubs his free hand on his back. "Jin, it's okay," he mumbles. "She's just a little girl. Of course she doesn't know who we are."
It isn't the question of who he is at all. Love-love, Jin repeats in his head. Love-love.
"But I do!" The girl squeals suddenly.
Kame smiles at her indulgingly. Jin sighs. "Oneechan isn't actually an oneechan, you know."
"Jin," Kame hisses at him sharply.
"What?" Jin is confused. "I'm just telling her the truth. You aren't a girl, Kame. This is just a made-up story and we're just in a made-up set, okay, chibi?" he explains in the gentlest manner possible.
Jin thinks he's always been pretty good with kids, so he's surprised as all hell when the little girl's eyes begin to swell and tears start to flow out.
"Hey, what's happening over there?" Ueda asks in concern.
"Jin here has crushed an innocent girl's world," Kame replies acidly, glaring at said crusher of worlds. "There, there, Yuki-chan, stop crying. Neechan's going to treat you to ice cream." He wiped her tears away with the back of his hand, and it would have been a beautiful scene had it not been for Kame's back facing Jin.
"What the -" Jin catches himself from cursing just in time. "Kame!"
Kame is already slowly making his way out of the set with the little girl in tow.
Koki sets the little boy down and gestures for him to follow after Kame-oneechan and maybe go get some ice cream for him too when they come back. Ueda takes the boy's hand and they follow in Kame's heels. Koki then turns to Jin and shakes his head in a show of blatant disapproval. "Not cool, man. Not cool."
"What?" Jin snaps.
"Dude, those kids are gonna freak if they find out Kame and Ueda are a bunch of guys in women's gowns. Pretty, could pass as girls if they wanted to guys, but still guys."
"What the fuck?" Jin exclaims. "If I was a kid, I wouldn't have freaked out. Do they even watch TV? Are they normal kids?" As a kid, he used to see all these shows where they had men dressed up in grandmother clothes trying to slide down a slimy pole, or had men dressed up like European hookers and fooling random gaijin on the street. These kids were missing half of their life.
"Bakanishi," Koki chortles, hitting Jin lightly upside the head. "Kids want to hold on to their fantasies, you know."
Jin doesn't know how that connects with anything, but he remembers his dreams with Kame and a house and green lawns and pasta food fights and Koki not there, and he thinks that he likes to hold on to those fantasies, too.
---
After the shots with the kids (Jin is instructed to turn sideways; the little girl's lip trembles in his presence), they're given a short fifteen minute break until new rolls are taken to the set. All six are called again, and the shoot director tells them to put their best game face on.
"So that's what game face is, huh?" Jin mutters, watching as Kame pouts and looks far into their direction as per director's orders.
"Okay, Kamenashi-kun, let's try a more intense look, one with more fire."
Kame nods and does his notorious 'shove me up a wall and take me now, please' look. The temperature in the room rises up a few notches and a some of the younger male staff gulp and fan themselves. Koki's smile reaches up to his ears. Jin kicks the back of Koki's knee.
"You look like a dumbass," Jin tells him.
Koki hmphs, bending down and patting the injured part as if only dirt had been there. "Atleast I'm not a jealous dumbass."
Jin is about to retort with a witty "Atleast I'm not a bald freak" when the director yells "Perfect!"; in that angle it looks like they are having a cute Groom and Best Man wedding jitters conversation.
---
Jin, against his will, dreams a third time.
He is lying on his back, a sheet wrapped loosely around his legs. Kame is straddling his waist, drawing lines and runes, patterns he doesn't understand, heat radiating and dissolving quietly in his skin. More lines, more runes. Kame is on top of him.
"Kame?" He murmurs, bewildered. "What - where -"
There is Kame's finger on his lips, and he is immediately compelled to stop talking. "Ssh." The finger moves to the slight juncture where collarbone meets neck. "Call me Kazuya, ne?"
"Kazuya," he enunciates slowly. He hasn't said Kame's name in what feels like forever.
"You have to be quiet, Jin." Kame's - Kazuya's breath hitches, his hands are everywhere on Jin, impatient to touch, grasp, tweak the hardening flesh, rub in circles.
Jin moans, and the man atop silences him abruptly with a clumsy kiss. "Jin, please." He begs, and Jin is about to flip them over when Kame's shoulders tremble. He grows worried, but then he realizes that Kame is actually giggling. "If you're not quiet Koki's going to wake up."
Jin turns his head to the side.
"Yo, what up, dawg?" Koki's teeth are like fangs in the dark. He growls like a rabid canine and bites Kame's shoulder, eliciting a breathless, aroused squeak of delight.
Jin sits up with a jolt and valiantly shields Kame's naked body away from Koki's next attack. Kame is his. Kame is his. When is he going to wake up goddamnit, when is this going to stop. Koki goes for his shoulder instead, and Kame caresses his cheek with abnormally cold fingers. It was warm only a minute ago.
"It's alright to share, Jin."
Jin thinks no, no, no, it isn't. It isn't alright at all.
"Honey, do you think Jin can do the tricks he does for the kids for us?" Koki laps obscenely at the beauty mark on Kame's back.
And then he wakes up.
---
"Jin, Jin, god, Jin, shut up."
Jin wakes up to Kame's hands pushing insistently on his torso. He blinks up, and Kame is looking down at him with an unreadable expression. Strings of hair are sticking to Kame's forehead and his liner is microscopically smudged. Jin doesn't know why he notices these things in the first place, but he does.
"You were so loud." Kame leans closer, brushes his hand on top of Jin's head, their bodies aligned in a parody of love. "I just had to come and see if you were being possessed."
Jin probes his eyes. "Are you still mad at me?"
Kame sighs, closes his eyes and shakes his head no. "I'm sorry for what happened earlier. But you know me," he says with a sheepish smile, "I can't stand seeing kids cry. Must be one of the after effects of Yuya's childhood."
It's not Yuya, Jin knows. It's Kamenashi Kazuya himself. Kame is an extremely sensitive person, and it is most obvious when they were both struggling, innocent children. He has watched Kame getting criticised, Kame crying helplessly, Kame rising up and doing anything he set his heart to - all at the tender age before puberty.
"I know you don't like being called girly names, and if it weren't for your looks and your mannerisms and the way you--" Jin coughs after seeing Kame narrow his eyes. "Anyway, I know you don't like being called girly, period. But it's nice of you to let that little girl think you're one, atleast for today, while you're in..." Jin takes some of the slippery fabric into his hand, "...this."
Kame chuckles. "You really think it looks that bad, huh?"
Jin's brows knot. "I never said that."
Kame takes it all in stride, perhaps as a gesture of apology. He pokes Jin's cheek, ignoring the slight sound of indignation from the other man. "Well, your face says everything."
Jin misses this playful side of Kame. He hasn't felt this many bursts of happiness today since he purposely made Koki choke on his lunch with a well-timed jibe at Junno's expense.
Kame stands up, offering his hand. "Come on, you're supposed to give me away in five minutes." He is talking about the gratuitous shots where they are supposed to link arms and come at Koki with huge smiles on their faces, nevermind the fact that the Best Man usually just stood by the Groom's side and left the giving away part to the the Bride's father. Details like those were inferior to fangirl wishes.
Jin takes the offered hand, and surprises Kame by snaking an arm around the slim waist.
"Time to give the beautiful bride to the dashing hage groom," Jin singsongs as they exit together, his hand holding on firmer, tighter, stronger with every step.
---
It's a relief to have them all in casual clothes again. The suits were stuffy little bitches. He couldn't even begin to imagine the relief Kame and Ueda felt at finally getting out of the thickly-lined dresses.
He is sitting on one of the chairs in their cramped dressing room, bopping his head to the beat in his earphones, when Kame shyly looms above him.
"Jin, do you want to go somewhere with me?"
Jin takes off the earphones and stares at him, not bothering to hide his incredulity. "...Are you sure?"
Kame sucks his cheeks in, and nods. "Yeah. Was meaning to ask you the first day of the shoot but never really got around to it."
Ah. Jin remembers that first day when Kame comes out of the changing room scratching at various parts of his arm and nervously tracing the golden flower patterns on his waist.
"Jin." Kame is looking in the mirror and tucking his hair behind his ears. He sees Jin's reflection behind him, looking smart and handsome in his dark suit and he smiles slightly. "Do you think we could--"
So that was it, then.
"Sure, why not?" Jin says, and what he means is that he'll go anywhere, do anything for him.
---
His next dream is without much fanfare; it only involved rays of the morning sun passing through Kame's cheekbones and hair and lots of messy morning kisses. There is but a single kid that bounds up to him when he pads into the kitchen, screaming "Touchan!" in what sounded like Kame as a twelve year old, and nuzzling his leg. When he picks the kid up he is pleased to find that he held his distinct lips, jawline, nose. The kid smacks him on the head, and Kame laughs while flipping eggs.
Koki appears in his dream at one point as a salesman; Jin takes one look at him and slams the door in his face.
---
fin
notes: i know jin actually thinks that koki's hage style is very hot (direct quote from the real face film), but bear in mind for the sake of continuity that jin in love is kind of a dork and forgets everything else but that person. soooo yeah. i'm prepared for the bricking that will ensue hereafter.
Author: momo (omoshiroina)
Pairing: Akame, slight Koki/Kame (?)
Genre: Weirdness, Romance
Summary: If it weren't for Jin's amazing imagination, Koki and Kame would not be having hot, implied sex. :||
Notes: Part one is here. Dedicated to my dearest megane_penguin. ♥
When Jin wakes up thirty minutes later, dragging himself out of the folding chair and groggily padding into the set, he is curious to see what has gotten his bandmates so hyped up again. Koki, Kame and Ueda, still in their respective wardrobes and still completely made up, are crowding around something.
"What's up?" Jin calls, raking a hand through his bangs, slightly hardened with copious amounts of hairspray.
"Aren't they cute?" Ueda cooes, squatting. A stylist in the corner shrieks for Ueda to try not moving around so much; the gown could form unattractive creases.
'Cute' apparently equated to two little tykes, a boy and a girl. One is dressed like a flowergirl (the dress is a tiny version of Ueda's light green, earthy gown) and the other is in a miniature suit. They couldn't have been no older than five or six.
Kame laughs and lifts the little girl up in his arms, and Koki does the same to the boy. The little girl bubbles with shrill laughter and tugs at Kame's wavy bangs. Ueda props an arm on Koki's shoulder to play a little boxing game with the boy.
Side by side, Kame and Koki look like something real. Jin swallows the lump in his throat and walks up to them.
"You're really pretty, oneechan," The girl says, squashing Kame's cheeks together.
Koki snorts out loud, and the little boy in his arms puffs out his cheeks and hits Koki's jaw.
"Don't you know who this is, chibi?" Jin strides up to Kame and pinches the girl's soft, pudgy cheek.
"Mm!" she replies brightly. "Pretty oneechan is Baldy oniichan's love-love!" she concludes. She then blinks wide eyes at him. "Who are you, niisan?"
Jin sputters, before Kame rubs his free hand on his back. "Jin, it's okay," he mumbles. "She's just a little girl. Of course she doesn't know who we are."
It isn't the question of who he is at all. Love-love, Jin repeats in his head. Love-love.
"But I do!" The girl squeals suddenly.
Kame smiles at her indulgingly. Jin sighs. "Oneechan isn't actually an oneechan, you know."
"Jin," Kame hisses at him sharply.
"What?" Jin is confused. "I'm just telling her the truth. You aren't a girl, Kame. This is just a made-up story and we're just in a made-up set, okay, chibi?" he explains in the gentlest manner possible.
Jin thinks he's always been pretty good with kids, so he's surprised as all hell when the little girl's eyes begin to swell and tears start to flow out.
"Hey, what's happening over there?" Ueda asks in concern.
"Jin here has crushed an innocent girl's world," Kame replies acidly, glaring at said crusher of worlds. "There, there, Yuki-chan, stop crying. Neechan's going to treat you to ice cream." He wiped her tears away with the back of his hand, and it would have been a beautiful scene had it not been for Kame's back facing Jin.
"What the -" Jin catches himself from cursing just in time. "Kame!"
Kame is already slowly making his way out of the set with the little girl in tow.
Koki sets the little boy down and gestures for him to follow after Kame-oneechan and maybe go get some ice cream for him too when they come back. Ueda takes the boy's hand and they follow in Kame's heels. Koki then turns to Jin and shakes his head in a show of blatant disapproval. "Not cool, man. Not cool."
"What?" Jin snaps.
"Dude, those kids are gonna freak if they find out Kame and Ueda are a bunch of guys in women's gowns. Pretty, could pass as girls if they wanted to guys, but still guys."
"What the fuck?" Jin exclaims. "If I was a kid, I wouldn't have freaked out. Do they even watch TV? Are they normal kids?" As a kid, he used to see all these shows where they had men dressed up in grandmother clothes trying to slide down a slimy pole, or had men dressed up like European hookers and fooling random gaijin on the street. These kids were missing half of their life.
"Bakanishi," Koki chortles, hitting Jin lightly upside the head. "Kids want to hold on to their fantasies, you know."
Jin doesn't know how that connects with anything, but he remembers his dreams with Kame and a house and green lawns and pasta food fights and Koki not there, and he thinks that he likes to hold on to those fantasies, too.
---
After the shots with the kids (Jin is instructed to turn sideways; the little girl's lip trembles in his presence), they're given a short fifteen minute break until new rolls are taken to the set. All six are called again, and the shoot director tells them to put their best game face on.
"So that's what game face is, huh?" Jin mutters, watching as Kame pouts and looks far into their direction as per director's orders.
"Okay, Kamenashi-kun, let's try a more intense look, one with more fire."
Kame nods and does his notorious 'shove me up a wall and take me now, please' look. The temperature in the room rises up a few notches and a some of the younger male staff gulp and fan themselves. Koki's smile reaches up to his ears. Jin kicks the back of Koki's knee.
"You look like a dumbass," Jin tells him.
Koki hmphs, bending down and patting the injured part as if only dirt had been there. "Atleast I'm not a jealous dumbass."
Jin is about to retort with a witty "Atleast I'm not a bald freak" when the director yells "Perfect!"; in that angle it looks like they are having a cute Groom and Best Man wedding jitters conversation.
---
Jin, against his will, dreams a third time.
He is lying on his back, a sheet wrapped loosely around his legs. Kame is straddling his waist, drawing lines and runes, patterns he doesn't understand, heat radiating and dissolving quietly in his skin. More lines, more runes. Kame is on top of him.
"Kame?" He murmurs, bewildered. "What - where -"
There is Kame's finger on his lips, and he is immediately compelled to stop talking. "Ssh." The finger moves to the slight juncture where collarbone meets neck. "Call me Kazuya, ne?"
"Kazuya," he enunciates slowly. He hasn't said Kame's name in what feels like forever.
"You have to be quiet, Jin." Kame's - Kazuya's breath hitches, his hands are everywhere on Jin, impatient to touch, grasp, tweak the hardening flesh, rub in circles.
Jin moans, and the man atop silences him abruptly with a clumsy kiss. "Jin, please." He begs, and Jin is about to flip them over when Kame's shoulders tremble. He grows worried, but then he realizes that Kame is actually giggling. "If you're not quiet Koki's going to wake up."
Jin turns his head to the side.
"Yo, what up, dawg?" Koki's teeth are like fangs in the dark. He growls like a rabid canine and bites Kame's shoulder, eliciting a breathless, aroused squeak of delight.
Jin sits up with a jolt and valiantly shields Kame's naked body away from Koki's next attack. Kame is his. Kame is his. When is he going to wake up goddamnit, when is this going to stop. Koki goes for his shoulder instead, and Kame caresses his cheek with abnormally cold fingers. It was warm only a minute ago.
"It's alright to share, Jin."
Jin thinks no, no, no, it isn't. It isn't alright at all.
"Honey, do you think Jin can do the tricks he does for the kids for us?" Koki laps obscenely at the beauty mark on Kame's back.
And then he wakes up.
---
"Jin, Jin, god, Jin, shut up."
Jin wakes up to Kame's hands pushing insistently on his torso. He blinks up, and Kame is looking down at him with an unreadable expression. Strings of hair are sticking to Kame's forehead and his liner is microscopically smudged. Jin doesn't know why he notices these things in the first place, but he does.
"You were so loud." Kame leans closer, brushes his hand on top of Jin's head, their bodies aligned in a parody of love. "I just had to come and see if you were being possessed."
Jin probes his eyes. "Are you still mad at me?"
Kame sighs, closes his eyes and shakes his head no. "I'm sorry for what happened earlier. But you know me," he says with a sheepish smile, "I can't stand seeing kids cry. Must be one of the after effects of Yuya's childhood."
It's not Yuya, Jin knows. It's Kamenashi Kazuya himself. Kame is an extremely sensitive person, and it is most obvious when they were both struggling, innocent children. He has watched Kame getting criticised, Kame crying helplessly, Kame rising up and doing anything he set his heart to - all at the tender age before puberty.
"I know you don't like being called girly names, and if it weren't for your looks and your mannerisms and the way you--" Jin coughs after seeing Kame narrow his eyes. "Anyway, I know you don't like being called girly, period. But it's nice of you to let that little girl think you're one, atleast for today, while you're in..." Jin takes some of the slippery fabric into his hand, "...this."
Kame chuckles. "You really think it looks that bad, huh?"
Jin's brows knot. "I never said that."
Kame takes it all in stride, perhaps as a gesture of apology. He pokes Jin's cheek, ignoring the slight sound of indignation from the other man. "Well, your face says everything."
Jin misses this playful side of Kame. He hasn't felt this many bursts of happiness today since he purposely made Koki choke on his lunch with a well-timed jibe at Junno's expense.
Kame stands up, offering his hand. "Come on, you're supposed to give me away in five minutes." He is talking about the gratuitous shots where they are supposed to link arms and come at Koki with huge smiles on their faces, nevermind the fact that the Best Man usually just stood by the Groom's side and left the giving away part to the the Bride's father. Details like those were inferior to fangirl wishes.
Jin takes the offered hand, and surprises Kame by snaking an arm around the slim waist.
"Time to give the beautiful bride to the dashing hage groom," Jin singsongs as they exit together, his hand holding on firmer, tighter, stronger with every step.
---
It's a relief to have them all in casual clothes again. The suits were stuffy little bitches. He couldn't even begin to imagine the relief Kame and Ueda felt at finally getting out of the thickly-lined dresses.
He is sitting on one of the chairs in their cramped dressing room, bopping his head to the beat in his earphones, when Kame shyly looms above him.
"Jin, do you want to go somewhere with me?"
Jin takes off the earphones and stares at him, not bothering to hide his incredulity. "...Are you sure?"
Kame sucks his cheeks in, and nods. "Yeah. Was meaning to ask you the first day of the shoot but never really got around to it."
Ah. Jin remembers that first day when Kame comes out of the changing room scratching at various parts of his arm and nervously tracing the golden flower patterns on his waist.
"Jin." Kame is looking in the mirror and tucking his hair behind his ears. He sees Jin's reflection behind him, looking smart and handsome in his dark suit and he smiles slightly. "Do you think we could--"
So that was it, then.
"Sure, why not?" Jin says, and what he means is that he'll go anywhere, do anything for him.
---
His next dream is without much fanfare; it only involved rays of the morning sun passing through Kame's cheekbones and hair and lots of messy morning kisses. There is but a single kid that bounds up to him when he pads into the kitchen, screaming "Touchan!" in what sounded like Kame as a twelve year old, and nuzzling his leg. When he picks the kid up he is pleased to find that he held his distinct lips, jawline, nose. The kid smacks him on the head, and Kame laughs while flipping eggs.
Koki appears in his dream at one point as a salesman; Jin takes one look at him and slams the door in his face.
---
fin
notes: i know jin actually thinks that koki's hage style is very hot (direct quote from the real face film), but bear in mind for the sake of continuity that jin in love is kind of a dork and forgets everything else but that person. soooo yeah. i'm prepared for the bricking that will ensue hereafter.