fic: Right Under (1/2)
Title: Right Under
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. And a couple of useless characters.
Summary: In order for the romance between the two of them to function properly, Kame needs to find his place among the lights.
Author Note: Umm. I swear this was supposed to be better and stuff. But it kind of took me a long time to find its point and writing it started to get stiff and I got bored and sick of it so... um. It could be better but it's something. After you've written 17 pages it's impossible to throw the entire thing in the trash can without finishing... And I post everything that I finish. So. It's here, I'm done with you, BYE BYE.
Inspired by lights. Has in the beginning some teen!Akame for fadingfromdawn because she got really harassing over it and 2xporn for dungbrains because I cracked up so bad to her overexcited demand a couple of fics back. Not as good and long porn, but whatever, I can't stop them when they decide to go for it...
...If you feel like it, only read the porn bits. I'm really unsure about this whole thing... I think I've been writing it for too long to really see it well anymore...
Wordcount: 12,600
Right Under
The lights are still on, Kame notices as he enters the hall. They move around the stage and bicker, they mix and un-mix in pretty flares that have no consistent timing, it seems. The music plays from a small radio, not from the loudspeakers, he also notes as he walks further in, a sweep in another hand and a bin on the other. The sound of the ventilation is loud but the nasty smell of sweat doesn’t really bother him anymore. He’s used to it, having the job he does.
A figure dances amongst the lights. He hops and spins and lets the music take over his body as he performs his well-learned routine of steps. The look on his face seems a little grumpy, though. He doesn’t really look cocky even if he’s absolutely amazing at what he does. Or maybe it’s an amateur’s opinion.
It’s unusual to see anyone staying behind, though. After gigs the staff often either went home or to an after party. Still, there he was, currently rolling on the floor and jolting his body oddly. Kame kind of recalls the performance having a similar part and smiles as he heads closer to the stage, picking up litter from the ground as he does so.
The man doesn’t probably notice him with the blinding lights. His entire body sways in a controlled manner and sometimes Kame wonders why dancers don’t trip and break their ankles. How they manage to keep everything under control and together as they move.
That was probably what it was like to be a pro at something, he finally assumes as he decides not to disturb the man’s practice as his expression starts changing more and more into boredom and annoyance. The tracks change and so do the lights. It’s difficult to see the litter on the ground but he’s the one who’s in danger of getting his ass fired if any of the small arena’s clients complain about him to his higher ups, liked or not. It was business.
Finally the man turns the radio off with a pissed groan and grabs a remote to stop the extra lights. He blinks his eyes confusedly at Kame who only stupidly raises his hand for a greeting and continues picking up chocolate bar wrappers and such like his job description demands him to.
To his surprise, the man smiles widely and excitedly, the look of annoyance gone as he jumps off the stage and skips to him, skin damp with sweat.
Kame has a feeling everything’s going to turn very awkward in a matter of seconds.
“Hi, do you work here?” the dancer asks, the smile still beaming blindingly. Kame laughs a bit awkwardly and shows him the bin he’s holding.
“Part-time,” he answers. “Nothing fancy, as you can see.”
“Oh, I’m just a rookie too,” the dancer answers, wiping his hair back and picking up an empty plastic mug from the ground. He drops it to the bin with a genuine smile that he definitely shouldn’t have got on his face while he was cleaning up other people’s trash.
It was odd how one could run into the most bizarre people unexpectedly.
“Not partying with others?” Kame asks the man. The dancer groans, annoyance colouring his features again as he scoffs and crosses his arms. What a magnetic pout he had.
“I’m not legal and I keep messing up the steps so they made me stay over-time and practice if I don’t want to be blackmailed in the industry!” he complains loudly. “Can you believe it? A few steps, it isn’t like anyone’s going to notice! The point is to learn to cover up well, right? It’s not like everyone else is perfect either…”
Kame can’t help but smile, even though he isn’t really sure if his timing is wrong. Maybe it’s about the way the man complains straight from the heart and like a little child, not really quite understanding how the world worked.
“Don’t laugh at me!” the dancer whimpers louder, seemingly upset. Kame straightens up his posture and the awkwardness is there again, the unbearable feeling of not knowing what to do.
“Wanna grab a cup of coffee with me?” the man’s suddenly beaming again. He thrusts his hand under Kame’s nose so fast it makes him stumble backwards in a desperate attempt to avoid it. Talking about overenthusiasm… “I’m Akanishi Jin. You look pretty finished here.”
“Coffee?” Kame asks, staring at the other boy in confusion. Akanishi nods, the wide smile still on his face as his eyes sparkle excitedly. “…Me?”
“Obviously you, do you see anyone else around?” Akanishi laughs. “You can say no, you know.”
It’s only then that Kame starts suspecting the dancer’s motives. He isn’t able to help but wonder how the hell he hadn’t sensed anything off earlier.
He grows awkwardly self-conscious as he stares at the dancer. He’s still beaming at him and slowly creeping closer.
What a scary human being, he was. If he would’ve at least been normal…
Well, it wasn’t like offers from the preferred gender were flooding him or anything. He offers his hand awkwardly and bows his neck. “Kamenashi Kazuya.”
“Okay, Kame, so you’re coming for coffee?” the dancer asks excitedly. “I know a good place where we can have tons of fun together!”
Yes. The overenthusiasm. Maybe he should really think this through once more. At least once, that was.
“I’ll go and check with my supervisor,” Kame finds himself mumbling nonetheless. Coffee didn’t mean ties. He hoped. “Just a moment.”
“Meet me at the front door?” Jin checks with him. Kame nods.
In the end it’s Jin who takes a long time to show up. Kame pinches his nose at the overwhelming scent of his deodorant. Jin laughs.
“Sorry, no showers there,” he tries to defend himself. “Now, follow.”
Then he’s being pulled around the city from the sleeve of his jacket. They run for no apparent reason and Akanishi keeps skipping and reaching out for the street lamps. Kame chuckles, feeling a bit unsure of what his reaction should be.
Bizarre people could be difficult. He wasn’t really all that used to them, he had to admit.
“Here,” Akanishi finally stops and pulls him inside a small little cafeteria with dim lighting. Kame looks around wonderingly and first fails to notice Jin just standing there next to him and looking at him.
After it has gone on for a while he picks up on it and starts feeling uneasy. He nudges Akanishi helpfully, making the other boy blink.
“Huh?”
“Coffee,” Kame coughs. “Too much staring. I don’t really even know why you’re staring, it’s so dim in here the place could almost be closed…”
Akanishi smiles widely again and pushes him before him. They order coffees, Akanishi’s iced coffee, black and Kame’s sweet cappuccino, pick up some pastries and make their way to the table, Jin carrying the small tray.
Then Jin starts talking. He goes on and on about the performance Kame didn’t really see much of after all, spending time helping out on the backstage. He tells about the other dancers, gives Kame explicit detail of their private lives and mistakes on the dances. Kame listens to the endless speech full of admiration about the artist Akanishi had been a background dancer for and finally sets his coffee cup down, feeling uneasy and uncertain about the reason behind the coffee offer. It starts sounding very likely that they have a misunderstanding between them.
“So… why the coffee, Akanishi?” he asks the man, feeling tense and unwilling of letting out his own image of it. “With me.”
Akanishi blinks dumbly and purses his lips. “Say Jin, okay? I’ve been talking with you for ages now, probably.”
It’s just been twenty minutes, really. Plus the time before the cafeteria.
“Jin. Alright,” Kame nods, still wary. “Why the coffee?”
“Why so full of questions?” Jin laughs. “Maybe I’m just making friends in here. Maybe I’m not.”
Kame scoffs and rolls his eyes. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one avoiding being straightforward.
“Wanna see my apartment?” Jin suddenly asks and Kame looks up at him. “It’s not like I’ll rape you or anything!”
Maybe it was an offer of some sort. Kame can’t help but feel a smile tucking his lips as he lets Jin help him up from the chair. There could be something behind it. It couldn’t hurt to check it out, could it?
“Why this cafeteria?” he asks. Jin smiles stupidly and withdraws a little, eyes darting around.
There’s a soft look in them, though. Like he sees so much more than the other customers.
“The light is soft,” he answers truthfully. “It’s magic.”
Kame doesn’t really understand. Not really. He remembers Jin dancing among the blaring lights suddenly, remembers how his place somehow feels to be among the lights. How that’s somehow where he belongs.
“Mm,” he answers and grabs his bag. “Pretty magical, I guess.” If he tried to understand it, maybe he saw a glimpse of magic. Being separated from the rest of the world.
“Does your apartment have a ‘magical lighting’?” he asks suggestively and Jin grins in excitement, his eyes sparkling like two little stars taken from the sky and put in his eyes.
“You’re going to love them,” he dares him and pulls on his wrist, leading him out of the cafeteria.
Kame wonders what he means with his dare as he follows him through the streets again.
--
It’s the strangest apartment Kame has had yet to see, he quickly decides as he steps over the doorsill. Jin runs into a room on the right, out of his field of vision, and quickly back. He’s holding three remotes in his hands and presses the buttons. Kame manages to regain his ability to move and walks over, taking two of the remotes from him to help him out.
“Ah, thanks,” Jin laughs and keeps pressing the buttons. Kame blinks his eyes as a lone white light starts slowly blinking. It’s odd how it’s so soft even though the whiteness is blaring, and he turns around to see the source of the light.
Jin has several more professional looking lights attached to his ceiling, he soon notes with an awakening interest. Jin takes another remote from him and pushes more buttons that result in moving colourful lights. Kame chuckles, not quite knowing how to react.
“What, you have a private disco in here?” he asks, voice slightly strained. Jin smiles proudly as he takes the last remote and Kame sees how his stereos turn on.
He laughs. It’s quite bizarre, really. Now that he looks around, Jin doesn’t really seem to have anything he doesn’t need - all his money must’ve gone on the lights. He can’t think of anyone wasting their money like that on a whim, so he assumes there’s something behind them.
It’s probably the lights that make Jin’s eyes wide and glittering in awe in that magnificent way of his. When the music starts playing from the CD he hurries to put all of the remotes away, pulls a chair for Kame in the middle of the room and sits him down.
“What?” Kame tries to question him, not quite knowing how to react. He wouldn’t be getting a lap dance now, would he? “Jin, what is this? Seriously…”
He really couldn’t expect getting just normally laid now, could he?
Jin starts clapping his hands to the beat. Kame feels extremely awkward just sitting.
Then Jin starts dancing. It’s his own little show that he enjoys while being grazed with the lights. It’s not that he’s ignoring Kame - somehow oddly it’s as if he would’ve been talking in his own way. There’s a joyous smile on his face as he dance to the somehow funky beat of the music. His body has a graceful and controlled sway.
Jin laughs. Kame starts laughing too, if not for anything else then for the strangeness of the situation. It’s not like things like this happened on an everyday basis. It was probably his once in a lifetime case.
It’s fun. It’s a lot of fun just watching Jin laugh and dance to the music, his eyes sparkling like that. The lights flash over him and the wide windows behind him open a view to the city with its night-life glory. Suddenly lights are all over him and he can’t help but notice them.
Jin skips closer to him, even that done to the beat of the music. He blinks as Jin pulls him up from the chair and takes a hold of his hands, moving his body as if urging him to go along.
But Jin is a dancer. He just laughs stupidly and follows him amidst the lights, leaving behind a lonely chair. Jin rolls his eyes and picks him off the ground, making him yelp and grab a tight hold from his shoulders.
He’s laughing so hard he isn’t really quite sure if he’s embarrassing himself. Still, he isn’t able to stop. It’s all Jin’s fault.
Jin spins him around, he lets go but holds onto his hand, pulling him around like a puppet. Kame stumbles and almost trips but Jin pulls him quickly up again. There’s a mischievous look sparkling in his eyes as he looks at him and Kame feels a nervous tug inside his stomach.
“Come on, you can do better than that!” Jin yells at him over the music, pulling him close and rocking him. Kame feels like a penguin.
Fine then.
“Watch me,” he dares him and kicks his shoes off. He doesn’t really know where they fly as he jumps on Jin’s dinner table. Jin laughs and claps his hands, eyes watering with laughter. Kame spins around on the table with his arms open wide.
“Come down!” Jin demands and helps him off the table. It feels good having Jin hold and carry him around like that, it feels good to laugh and fool around with him.
Jin pulls the table to the part of the floor where the lights are, right in front of the big windows. He jumps on it himself and offers a helping hand to Kame.
Sooner than he quite manages to process it, they’re dancing on the table. Jin has a habit of invading his personal space and pulling him more into a shared dance than his own, but it’s probably for the best because Jin’s an experienced leader and Kame hasn’t really known he’s able to move like that with anyone. It’s fun.
Jin sings to the music loudly with a wide smile on his lips and Kame hangs onto his shoulders as they dance. He circles the older boy with skipping steps and jumps off the table. Jin sings louder and starts doing his own thing on the table, bathing in the lights goofily yet braggingly.
Kame starts circling the chair suggestively, feeling extremely foolish. Somehow it feels alright to embarrass himself in front of Jin’s genuine laughter, inside his ridiculously odd apartment and childish behaviour. He sits on the chair and Jin almost falls of the desk as he laughs. He lies down on it and rolls on it helplessly. Kame makes his way back and climbs on top of him.
“Shut up!” he demands but isn’t able to kill off his laughter. “Shut uuuup!”
The track changes and Jin suddenly flips them over on the table. Kame wraps his legs around the man’s hips as Jin starts unbuttoning his own shirt, torso swaying to the beat of the music.
Kame wonders if they will even be able to do the whole thing with the distracting music. It’s so much fun and so stupid he isn’t really sure if he’ll be able to get it up, as ridiculous as it sounds.
Jin’s making a decent job proving him wrong, though, as he presses him tightly against the table from his shoulders and rocks his lips to Kame’s, creating friction. The music turns into overwhelming bodily sensations that make his insides vibrate excitingly when Jin pulls his t-shirt off and whisks it to the ground with an over exaggerated head turn that matches the sudden loud drum bang on the track. Kame laughs under him and steadies his torso to the support of his elbows as he starts ravishing Jin’s neck.
Jin bangs him against the desk rather violently again and starts dragging his teeth down his naked chest. Kame shivers under him and focuses on the erratic beat of his heart and the flashing lights coming from behind Jin’s figure above him, almost blinding him from the vision of the other boy at all.
There’s something about the whole thing, he decides as he starts fumbling with Jin’s college pants, trying to get them off. Jin claims his lips into a wet and needy suck of his own. Kame presses harder against the soft flesh and opens his mouth to grant Jin an opening. Their tongues meet halfway and Jin’s college pants drop to his knees. The stereos are powerful enough to make the table tremble to the beat.
Jin groans to the kiss before he withdraws, leaving Kame lying panting on the table. He releases Kame’s hair from the hold of a thin black hair tier and lets it fall loose, some of the strands hanging off the edge of the table. Kame shivers in anticipation and arches his neck invitingly.
Jin’s breathing is heavy and audible even over the music as he strips them of their remaining clothing. Kame looks out of the window and hopes to god no one from the nearby houses are watching them, because they aren’t really discreet with what they’re doing, having the flaring lights and a fucking stand for their doings.
Funny what kind of things he sometimes finds himself wrapped up with. He chuckles as Jin buries his fingers in his hair and pulls him upwards. Kame tries to support himself with his palm against the sleek surface of the desk as Jin keeps nibbling his neck and shoulders, free hand roaming up and down his back.
Artists and their oddities.
Jin’s still smiling widely as he murmurs something incoherent in his ear and helps him down again, spreading his legs further. Kame arches his back and enjoys Jin’s fingers running over his lower abdomen and hips.
Fuck, he really hasn’t gotten laid in a while. It’s difficult being a closet gay sometimes. The chances were just never there.
“C’mere,” he demands and sits up. Jin blinks but Kame turns him around ignoring his struggle. “Come on, further,” he presses and wraps his arms around Jin’s hips, pulling them towards himself.
“You dirty little thing,” Jin finally realises delightedly. “What did I manage to pick up?”
Jin rolls them over again in a way that makes Kame’s face awkwardly press against his crotch for a while. Before he fully regains his balance Jin’s hands are gripping his ass and tongue is lapping at him.
Oh fuck yes.
Kame’s body jerks and jolts awkwardly at the ministrations Jin’s hand is giving to his crotch as he tries to wet and harden Jin’s own member the best he can. It’s perhaps a bit awkward and stumbling, especially so since Jin’s sudden and imaginative bursts such as the clawing of his back and bites to his buttocks. He swears the music is his fuel, as ridiculous as it is. And maybe just a bit fascinating.
As Jin’s member slowly gets more and more erected in his mouth, Kame sucks harder. He hears Jin’s whimper somewhere from behind and feels his lips tremble against the tip of his own cock. A smug smirk spreads on his lips as he tickles Jin’s lower back and makes it arch.
He sure can hear the whimpers that emerge. Sure.
Then Jin’s crawling from under him to get on top of him again, mouth sucking vigorously at his lower back and down his ass. Kame pants and looks back at Jin, spreading his legs helpfully.
Jin smiles widely with that certain glimmer in his eyes as he pushes in, making Kame arch his body violently, breathless gasps shaking his form. When that point is reached, the lights suddenly start becoming too much and Kame’s ability to see properly fails. It’s just ecstasy, pain and pleasure all over again in an expected mix.
Jin’s over him, his form shadowed by the lights coming from behind him. They dance at the edges of his silhouette as he somehow joltingly drives into Kame and it takes him a while to realise that Jin’s still experimenting and fooling around with the music.
“Dancers,” he laughs, a gasp cutting it short soon. Jin kisses him deeply again. Kame can feel the wide smile on his lips and knows that Jin likes it, that Jin really likes it and is just absolutely bizarre for not making him uncomfortable by laughing in the current situation. With anyone else it would’ve probably been awkward, but not with Jin.
Jin starts picking up speed and loses the rhythm of the music. Then it’s just light and incoherence for both of them, wails and cries and moans and whatever as they held on tightly to each other during the act.
Then there’s the blissful end that leaves them lying there on the table, Kame’s head hanging over the table’s edge and Jin’s cheek tiredly crashing against his rising and sweaty chest.
“Stay over?” Jin asks quietly, his voice barely audible over the still pounding music. Kame groans tiredly and tries to reach for his pocket before he realises that his jeans are on the ground. Brilliant.
Jin chuckles and tickles his sides. Kame jolts and tries to get away from under him, making Jin only crash more heavily on him and tickle more.
“NO NO NO STOP!” Kame cries and tries to wriggle free. “I’M SERIOUS. WITH THIS SPEED I’M OUT THE DOOR BEFORE YOU - OH GOD STOP!”
Jin laughs and jumps off him to turn the lights and the music off. It feels unnaturally quiet and Jin moving quickly and smoothly over in the dark room feels almost as if an animal would’ve been preparing for an attack somewhere there in the darkness.
It takes Kame a while to get his vision working in the dark and he joins Jin on his quest. Jin’s however already finished so he just crushes Kame’s clothes in his hands against his chest and starts pushing him towards the bedroom, snickering against his nape.
Kame pulls out his mobile phone and Jin tries peeking over his shoulders, still intimately clinging to him even though the act is over.
“Whatcha doing?” he asks and Kame leans against his back, giving him a light peck on the lips. Mm. Well, now that he could get it, wouldn’t it have been wrong to just pass it?
“Texting my parents that I’ll spend the night at a friend so they won’t call the cops or something…”
“So I’m a friend?” Jin chuckles in his ear and bites on it gently, pulling the lobe with his teeth, tongue lightly caressing. Kame drops the phone to the ground and crashes on the bed, letting Jin cuddle him as he obviously wants to.
“At least for the night,” Kame complies and pecks on his lips lightly again. Jin pulls him closer against his chest, eyelids half-shut but a content smile on his lips. He caresses Kame’s hair above his ear and kisses his forehead affectionately, a languid sigh leaving his lips.
“You liked it. That was fun,” Kame hears his voice whispering in a way that makes his throat somehow vibrate in a pleasurable way. Such a hoarse and pleased voice. “It’s fun that you had fun.”
“…Mm,” Kame agrees and snuggles closer. Jin rolls over him and he cracks up in a loud laughter again. Jin smirks at him and pinches at his cheeks.
“What?!”
“You’re at it again?” Kame chuckles in amusement. “I can feel that. You aren’t really discreet about it.”
“Do you really mind so much?” Jin answers him, pressing their noses together. Kame can feel his breathing and heartbeat catching up with the affectionate need for intimacy again and knows he’s already been sold.
The second time is different, though. There are no lights, no music. Just them on the warm and comfy bed, just the bed sheets rustling in a slower dance, smoother movements. It’s then that Kame suspects something again, when he feels something change within himself, something he isn’t quite sure should happen.
It’s stupid to keep expectations up, though, stupid when nothing’s been agreed on. In the early hours of the morning he borrows Jin’s shower and leaves with enough time to make a stop at home to snatch fresh clothes and his school bag before adjusting back to his routines again.
He figures that Jin can find him, knowing his name and where he’s working at.
It takes him a couple of weeks to stop waiting.
--
He leaves his workplace with his jacket open even though it’s freezing outside. It feels good to cool down from the hot and oxygen-less insides of the arena. He lights a cigarette with shaking fingers before he hears a whistle coming from behind him and turns around.
Jin raises his hand, looking a bit like a kicked puppy. Kame lowers the cigarette slightly and just stares as the boy huddles closer to him, hands tightly stuffed in his pockets. He looks a bit cold as his breaths create white puffs in the air and cheeks and nose glow shamefully red.
Kame can’t help but smile at him, even if it’s been three weeks.
“Hi,” Jin croaks. His behaviour feels oddly reticent to what Kame remembers being used to and he raises his eyebrows to show his interest. Jin only turns his gaze to the ground shamefully and gulps harshly.
“What?” Kame asks worriedly. “You’re acting so oddly,” he mumbles, unsure if he’s really allowed to be as amused as he feels.
Maybe it’s because he remembers laughing so much with Jin.
“You aren’t going to say hi?” Jin asks warily. Kame isn’t able to pull back the chuckle anymore as he puts his hand on Jin’s shoulder and draws in smoke from his cigarette again.
“Hi,” he offers helpfully. “Any better?”
“Much,” Jin admits and sighs, his tense muscles easing even if just a little. “Much better. Hi.”
“You already said hi to me, you idiot,” Kame finds himself teasing. Jin fidgets next to him, cheeks flushed. Kame starts suspecting the shade isn’t only due to the cold. “So what’s up?”
“Um. I don’t know?” Jin babbles, his voice shaking a little. “Stuff, really. Just stuff. Nothing special. School. Dance school, you know. And stuff.”
“Okay,” Kame nods. “So you… haven’t been busy?” He feels a nasty sting of disappointment for that, he notices. Well, he supposes he’s allowed to. He was only a human after all.
“No, not really?” Jin mumbles again. “Can I get a drag?”
“Huh?” Kame stares at him dumbly. Jin motions for the cigarette and he cries out in acknowledgement, offering the stick to Jin. He isn’t really sure if it’s calming the man down, though.
“Thanks,” Jin coughs a little as he gives it back to Kame. “You aren’t cold or anything?”
“No, it feels good like this,” Kame objects. “It’s so hot inside. I’ll close my jacket in a while. I’ll just cool off first.”
“Ah,” Jin nods enthusiastically. “Of course. Sure.”
Then it’s quiet and Kame wonders why Jin even came.
“Do you… want to… come over for a while?” Jin finally manages to spurt out. “Just over, you know. You don’t have to, I’m just asking.”
“For what?” Kame chuckles a bit warily, raising his eyebrows again. Jin sucks on his lips nervously and fidgets as they walk.
Kame really doesn’t get his strange behaviour.
“You know, I bought these new cool lamps,” Jin starts suddenly talking again, his speech fast and stumbling. “Really cool. If you wanna see. You know. Lamps.”
“Nothing else?” Kame hears his own voice asking as he stomps the cigarette. Jin looks at him and his face reddens even more.
He wasn’t as jumpy and unsure the last time, Kame worries. It was like talking to another person entirely.
“Umm. I don’t know. Maybe?” Jin asks him, all jumpy and embarrassed. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“How can it be maybe?” Kame laughs. “But okay. Show me your lights. Let’s see if I like them.”
When he’s been hurried to Jin’s familiar apartment, the man helps him take his jacket off. Kame isn’t sure if he should feel uneasy about it - he isn’t used to people being that polite to him, especially anyone he had slept with. Jin pushes him inside the apartment and runs over him to pat on two huge lamps with… well, many lamps on them. Kame creeps closer, looking at them warily.
“Cool babies, eh?” Jin asks him excitedly. “They’re amazing. Really bright white light. And they’re big. Not just any lamps, right?”
“No, not really,” Kame answers truthfully, certain that no one with a normal apartment had lamps like that. Maybe on a stage somewhere, but not at home.
Jin draws the curtains and then it’s dark in the room again. Kame only follows Jin’s silhouette as he fetches him a chair again and makes him sit down.
“Cover your eyes!” Jin tells him and Kame decides it’s better to listen to him. He barely has the time to before Jin’s new lamps turn on. Kame slowly opens his eyes, peeking from behind his fingers. His eyes water and he feels an emerging headache as he looks at the blinding blaring and starts having colourful dots bothering his vision.
“Can you just be there for a while?” Jin asks quietly, maybe a bit uncertainly. Kame tries to study his face but sadly realises that it’s impossible to see it - he stands in front of him and the lights are so bright behind him that all he can see is a dark silhouette of him.
He thinks he understands the lights a bit better then and nods, knowing that Jin can see him with the way the lights are positioned. See very, very clearly as he showers in the white light.
Jin turns the music on and starts dancing again. A soft song, a lovely song that feels soothing.
Jin’s speaking to him, he realises as the tight sensation in his chest starts escalating. Jin dances as a shadow before him, hides his face, hides his emotions but still tries to speak to him. It’s in his every movement, every sway and turn and step.
The music goes on. The lovely piece, so uncertain, so faltering, so quiet but loud. It’s not too disco-like, it’s sung with a hoarse and quiet voice.
Kame knows. Suddenly he knows what Jin wants to tell him, why he shields himself from his vision.
It angers him as he stands up from the chair and goes for the remote. Jin freezes. Kame turns his new lamps off and pants, looking at Jin with dampened eyes when he turns on the lamp above him. Horror floods Jin’s eyes, pure horror as his eyes scream him to flee.
“That’s not how you do it!” Kame yells at him and stomps closer under the lights himself. “That’s not how you do it,” he continues more softly and pulls him in a tight hug under the light.
“I…” Jin tries to defend himself stiffly but Kame shuts him up by pressing his index finger on his lips gently, forcing him to look at him in the eye.
They shower under the golden light and Jin’s arms slowly also wrap around him. He sighs and presses a light kiss on Jin’s shoulder, rocking him gently.
“This is how you do it,” he whispers quietly, so that Jin’s ears barely can pick up his words. “This is how you do it, Jin. Not by hiding yourself. You go for it openly and show yourself. Prepare for good rather than bad. Have some confidence.”
Jin leans down and kisses him. It’s desperate, it’s strong and deep and dominating but Kame doesn’t mind. He lets him.
It feels like Jin would burst if he wouldn’t.
“Is this good?” Jin asks him with a hoarse and desperate voice. “Is this good enough?”
Kame wonders, he really needs to stop and wonder.
Jin wants more than an occasional fuck-buddy, he knows. Jin’s hold of him tightens and he buries his face in Kame’s neck, waiting for the answer anxiously. Kame can hear Jin’s heart pounding painfully against his chest.
“It’s good enough,” he croaks. “If we talk about how this works.”
“Is this going to be bad?” Jin asks, gritting his teeth as he withdraws a little. Kame tries to soothe the concern away and pecks his lips gently. His own breath is quickly starting to catch up with the shock.
“I’m not exactly… open about this… this,” Kame licks his own lips nervously. Jin nods. The he knits his brown and looks a bit lost.
“Wait, with what?” he asks, genuinely lost. “Huh?”
“Liking men?” Kame tries prodding him. “Being gay?”
“OH,” Jin realises. “Oooh. Now I get it. You weren’t?”
Now it’s Kame’s turn to stare. Jin flushes red.
“Aura, okay? I guess it was your aura or something?” he tries, embarrassed. “DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.”
Great. He had a gay guy’s aura. Apparently it was so strong others didn’t even stop to suspect whether he was straight or not. Just brilliant. Why was he even trying to hide it?
“So… that means… umm… that we won’t tell parents or anything?” Jin tries. Kame grimaces.
“Do we need to tell anyone?”
“NO ONE?!” Jin wails loudly. “Are you sure?! No one?! Not even friends?!”
“My friends… don’t exactly know,” Kame mutters and turns his head to avoid Jin’s astonished look.
“…Can I tell mine?” Jin asks warily. “They do know. And I kind of already told them I’m crushing on a cleaner.”
“…That sounds so degrading,” Kame starts laughing, unable to hold back. “It sounds so, so incredibly bad. And porn-y.”
“Oh, what a porn star you were, kneeling and bending down to reach for the dirty, dirty wrappers,” Jin teases him and nibs at the corner of his eye playfully, hands keeping him at place around his lower back.
It’s amazing how they seem to be able to laugh in the most difficult situations. Kame likes it. Likes it very much.
“You’re so horrible,” he chuckles and kisses Jin gently again. “Well, since they know that much, I guess I need to at least try to fix my image.”
“What, you’re not a porn-y cleaner guy?” Jin teases. “I think we have a misunderstanding here, Kame…”
“Idiot,” Kame shoves him gently and laughs. “You’re such an idiot.”
He absolutely loves the first night together behind the closed curtains, listening to Jin’s delighted laughter.
--
Jin’s a dancer. He might be a rookie for the moment, only practicing like crazy to reach new levels, but Kame can tell he’s a promising case. Sometimes it just shines in people. Sometimes they don’t really even need the stage lights. That’s what Jin feels like to him.
That’s why he isn’t surprised when one day Jin runs all the way to his not-so-special university, a paper in a tight hold in his hand. For the first five minutes he’s too breathless to get a word out of his mouth. He just lies on the ground and people start giving them odd looks as Kame uneasily waves his friends off and tries to get some water down his throat.
“Look,” Jin hoarsely whimpers and pushes the paper in his face. “Look!”
Kame takes the paper from his tight hold and forces him to still lie still on the ground as he lets his eyes skim through the text. …An offer?
His jaw falls open.
“Takizawa Hideaki?!” he gasps, astonished. “You got an offer to dance on stage with Takizawa Hideaki?!”
“MM! MM!” Jin nods enthusiastically from the ground. The sunlight makes his hair shine and gives a lovely and lively tint to the skin on his face and his flushed face. “We h-had these… these… a-audition people coming to our s-school and and then I w-went and..!”
“ARE YOU CRAZY?!” Kame screams excitedly. “IT’S TAKIZAWA HIDEAKI!”
“MMMM!” Jin tries to agree from the ground, obviously all dosed up on happiness and disbelief himself. “I’m becoming a dancer, Kame! I’m really becoming a dancer! It’s fucking TACKEY!”
Kame laughs and hugs Jin tightly, uncaring about the whispering and staring people passing them. He knows they are loud, he knows they’re attracting a lot of attention yet somehow he doesn’t care. Because Jin’s probably living his dream light now, and it really is overwhelming for him too. To be dating a known idol’s background dancer.
It doesn’t feel all that true, because it really is out of his world.
PART 2
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. And a couple of useless characters.
Summary: In order for the romance between the two of them to function properly, Kame needs to find his place among the lights.
Author Note: Umm. I swear this was supposed to be better and stuff. But it kind of took me a long time to find its point and writing it started to get stiff and I got bored and sick of it so... um. It could be better but it's something. After you've written 17 pages it's impossible to throw the entire thing in the trash can without finishing... And I post everything that I finish. So. It's here, I'm done with you, BYE BYE.
Inspired by lights. Has in the beginning some teen!Akame for fadingfromdawn because she got really harassing over it and 2xporn for dungbrains because I cracked up so bad to her overexcited demand a couple of fics back. Not as good and long porn, but whatever, I can't stop them when they decide to go for it...
...If you feel like it, only read the porn bits. I'm really unsure about this whole thing... I think I've been writing it for too long to really see it well anymore...
Wordcount: 12,600
Right Under
The lights are still on, Kame notices as he enters the hall. They move around the stage and bicker, they mix and un-mix in pretty flares that have no consistent timing, it seems. The music plays from a small radio, not from the loudspeakers, he also notes as he walks further in, a sweep in another hand and a bin on the other. The sound of the ventilation is loud but the nasty smell of sweat doesn’t really bother him anymore. He’s used to it, having the job he does.
A figure dances amongst the lights. He hops and spins and lets the music take over his body as he performs his well-learned routine of steps. The look on his face seems a little grumpy, though. He doesn’t really look cocky even if he’s absolutely amazing at what he does. Or maybe it’s an amateur’s opinion.
It’s unusual to see anyone staying behind, though. After gigs the staff often either went home or to an after party. Still, there he was, currently rolling on the floor and jolting his body oddly. Kame kind of recalls the performance having a similar part and smiles as he heads closer to the stage, picking up litter from the ground as he does so.
The man doesn’t probably notice him with the blinding lights. His entire body sways in a controlled manner and sometimes Kame wonders why dancers don’t trip and break their ankles. How they manage to keep everything under control and together as they move.
That was probably what it was like to be a pro at something, he finally assumes as he decides not to disturb the man’s practice as his expression starts changing more and more into boredom and annoyance. The tracks change and so do the lights. It’s difficult to see the litter on the ground but he’s the one who’s in danger of getting his ass fired if any of the small arena’s clients complain about him to his higher ups, liked or not. It was business.
Finally the man turns the radio off with a pissed groan and grabs a remote to stop the extra lights. He blinks his eyes confusedly at Kame who only stupidly raises his hand for a greeting and continues picking up chocolate bar wrappers and such like his job description demands him to.
To his surprise, the man smiles widely and excitedly, the look of annoyance gone as he jumps off the stage and skips to him, skin damp with sweat.
Kame has a feeling everything’s going to turn very awkward in a matter of seconds.
“Hi, do you work here?” the dancer asks, the smile still beaming blindingly. Kame laughs a bit awkwardly and shows him the bin he’s holding.
“Part-time,” he answers. “Nothing fancy, as you can see.”
“Oh, I’m just a rookie too,” the dancer answers, wiping his hair back and picking up an empty plastic mug from the ground. He drops it to the bin with a genuine smile that he definitely shouldn’t have got on his face while he was cleaning up other people’s trash.
It was odd how one could run into the most bizarre people unexpectedly.
“Not partying with others?” Kame asks the man. The dancer groans, annoyance colouring his features again as he scoffs and crosses his arms. What a magnetic pout he had.
“I’m not legal and I keep messing up the steps so they made me stay over-time and practice if I don’t want to be blackmailed in the industry!” he complains loudly. “Can you believe it? A few steps, it isn’t like anyone’s going to notice! The point is to learn to cover up well, right? It’s not like everyone else is perfect either…”
Kame can’t help but smile, even though he isn’t really sure if his timing is wrong. Maybe it’s about the way the man complains straight from the heart and like a little child, not really quite understanding how the world worked.
“Don’t laugh at me!” the dancer whimpers louder, seemingly upset. Kame straightens up his posture and the awkwardness is there again, the unbearable feeling of not knowing what to do.
“Wanna grab a cup of coffee with me?” the man’s suddenly beaming again. He thrusts his hand under Kame’s nose so fast it makes him stumble backwards in a desperate attempt to avoid it. Talking about overenthusiasm… “I’m Akanishi Jin. You look pretty finished here.”
“Coffee?” Kame asks, staring at the other boy in confusion. Akanishi nods, the wide smile still on his face as his eyes sparkle excitedly. “…Me?”
“Obviously you, do you see anyone else around?” Akanishi laughs. “You can say no, you know.”
It’s only then that Kame starts suspecting the dancer’s motives. He isn’t able to help but wonder how the hell he hadn’t sensed anything off earlier.
He grows awkwardly self-conscious as he stares at the dancer. He’s still beaming at him and slowly creeping closer.
What a scary human being, he was. If he would’ve at least been normal…
Well, it wasn’t like offers from the preferred gender were flooding him or anything. He offers his hand awkwardly and bows his neck. “Kamenashi Kazuya.”
“Okay, Kame, so you’re coming for coffee?” the dancer asks excitedly. “I know a good place where we can have tons of fun together!”
Yes. The overenthusiasm. Maybe he should really think this through once more. At least once, that was.
“I’ll go and check with my supervisor,” Kame finds himself mumbling nonetheless. Coffee didn’t mean ties. He hoped. “Just a moment.”
“Meet me at the front door?” Jin checks with him. Kame nods.
In the end it’s Jin who takes a long time to show up. Kame pinches his nose at the overwhelming scent of his deodorant. Jin laughs.
“Sorry, no showers there,” he tries to defend himself. “Now, follow.”
Then he’s being pulled around the city from the sleeve of his jacket. They run for no apparent reason and Akanishi keeps skipping and reaching out for the street lamps. Kame chuckles, feeling a bit unsure of what his reaction should be.
Bizarre people could be difficult. He wasn’t really all that used to them, he had to admit.
“Here,” Akanishi finally stops and pulls him inside a small little cafeteria with dim lighting. Kame looks around wonderingly and first fails to notice Jin just standing there next to him and looking at him.
After it has gone on for a while he picks up on it and starts feeling uneasy. He nudges Akanishi helpfully, making the other boy blink.
“Huh?”
“Coffee,” Kame coughs. “Too much staring. I don’t really even know why you’re staring, it’s so dim in here the place could almost be closed…”
Akanishi smiles widely again and pushes him before him. They order coffees, Akanishi’s iced coffee, black and Kame’s sweet cappuccino, pick up some pastries and make their way to the table, Jin carrying the small tray.
Then Jin starts talking. He goes on and on about the performance Kame didn’t really see much of after all, spending time helping out on the backstage. He tells about the other dancers, gives Kame explicit detail of their private lives and mistakes on the dances. Kame listens to the endless speech full of admiration about the artist Akanishi had been a background dancer for and finally sets his coffee cup down, feeling uneasy and uncertain about the reason behind the coffee offer. It starts sounding very likely that they have a misunderstanding between them.
“So… why the coffee, Akanishi?” he asks the man, feeling tense and unwilling of letting out his own image of it. “With me.”
Akanishi blinks dumbly and purses his lips. “Say Jin, okay? I’ve been talking with you for ages now, probably.”
It’s just been twenty minutes, really. Plus the time before the cafeteria.
“Jin. Alright,” Kame nods, still wary. “Why the coffee?”
“Why so full of questions?” Jin laughs. “Maybe I’m just making friends in here. Maybe I’m not.”
Kame scoffs and rolls his eyes. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one avoiding being straightforward.
“Wanna see my apartment?” Jin suddenly asks and Kame looks up at him. “It’s not like I’ll rape you or anything!”
Maybe it was an offer of some sort. Kame can’t help but feel a smile tucking his lips as he lets Jin help him up from the chair. There could be something behind it. It couldn’t hurt to check it out, could it?
“Why this cafeteria?” he asks. Jin smiles stupidly and withdraws a little, eyes darting around.
There’s a soft look in them, though. Like he sees so much more than the other customers.
“The light is soft,” he answers truthfully. “It’s magic.”
Kame doesn’t really understand. Not really. He remembers Jin dancing among the blaring lights suddenly, remembers how his place somehow feels to be among the lights. How that’s somehow where he belongs.
“Mm,” he answers and grabs his bag. “Pretty magical, I guess.” If he tried to understand it, maybe he saw a glimpse of magic. Being separated from the rest of the world.
“Does your apartment have a ‘magical lighting’?” he asks suggestively and Jin grins in excitement, his eyes sparkling like two little stars taken from the sky and put in his eyes.
“You’re going to love them,” he dares him and pulls on his wrist, leading him out of the cafeteria.
Kame wonders what he means with his dare as he follows him through the streets again.
--
It’s the strangest apartment Kame has had yet to see, he quickly decides as he steps over the doorsill. Jin runs into a room on the right, out of his field of vision, and quickly back. He’s holding three remotes in his hands and presses the buttons. Kame manages to regain his ability to move and walks over, taking two of the remotes from him to help him out.
“Ah, thanks,” Jin laughs and keeps pressing the buttons. Kame blinks his eyes as a lone white light starts slowly blinking. It’s odd how it’s so soft even though the whiteness is blaring, and he turns around to see the source of the light.
Jin has several more professional looking lights attached to his ceiling, he soon notes with an awakening interest. Jin takes another remote from him and pushes more buttons that result in moving colourful lights. Kame chuckles, not quite knowing how to react.
“What, you have a private disco in here?” he asks, voice slightly strained. Jin smiles proudly as he takes the last remote and Kame sees how his stereos turn on.
He laughs. It’s quite bizarre, really. Now that he looks around, Jin doesn’t really seem to have anything he doesn’t need - all his money must’ve gone on the lights. He can’t think of anyone wasting their money like that on a whim, so he assumes there’s something behind them.
It’s probably the lights that make Jin’s eyes wide and glittering in awe in that magnificent way of his. When the music starts playing from the CD he hurries to put all of the remotes away, pulls a chair for Kame in the middle of the room and sits him down.
“What?” Kame tries to question him, not quite knowing how to react. He wouldn’t be getting a lap dance now, would he? “Jin, what is this? Seriously…”
He really couldn’t expect getting just normally laid now, could he?
Jin starts clapping his hands to the beat. Kame feels extremely awkward just sitting.
Then Jin starts dancing. It’s his own little show that he enjoys while being grazed with the lights. It’s not that he’s ignoring Kame - somehow oddly it’s as if he would’ve been talking in his own way. There’s a joyous smile on his face as he dance to the somehow funky beat of the music. His body has a graceful and controlled sway.
Jin laughs. Kame starts laughing too, if not for anything else then for the strangeness of the situation. It’s not like things like this happened on an everyday basis. It was probably his once in a lifetime case.
It’s fun. It’s a lot of fun just watching Jin laugh and dance to the music, his eyes sparkling like that. The lights flash over him and the wide windows behind him open a view to the city with its night-life glory. Suddenly lights are all over him and he can’t help but notice them.
Jin skips closer to him, even that done to the beat of the music. He blinks as Jin pulls him up from the chair and takes a hold of his hands, moving his body as if urging him to go along.
But Jin is a dancer. He just laughs stupidly and follows him amidst the lights, leaving behind a lonely chair. Jin rolls his eyes and picks him off the ground, making him yelp and grab a tight hold from his shoulders.
He’s laughing so hard he isn’t really quite sure if he’s embarrassing himself. Still, he isn’t able to stop. It’s all Jin’s fault.
Jin spins him around, he lets go but holds onto his hand, pulling him around like a puppet. Kame stumbles and almost trips but Jin pulls him quickly up again. There’s a mischievous look sparkling in his eyes as he looks at him and Kame feels a nervous tug inside his stomach.
“Come on, you can do better than that!” Jin yells at him over the music, pulling him close and rocking him. Kame feels like a penguin.
Fine then.
“Watch me,” he dares him and kicks his shoes off. He doesn’t really know where they fly as he jumps on Jin’s dinner table. Jin laughs and claps his hands, eyes watering with laughter. Kame spins around on the table with his arms open wide.
“Come down!” Jin demands and helps him off the table. It feels good having Jin hold and carry him around like that, it feels good to laugh and fool around with him.
Jin pulls the table to the part of the floor where the lights are, right in front of the big windows. He jumps on it himself and offers a helping hand to Kame.
Sooner than he quite manages to process it, they’re dancing on the table. Jin has a habit of invading his personal space and pulling him more into a shared dance than his own, but it’s probably for the best because Jin’s an experienced leader and Kame hasn’t really known he’s able to move like that with anyone. It’s fun.
Jin sings to the music loudly with a wide smile on his lips and Kame hangs onto his shoulders as they dance. He circles the older boy with skipping steps and jumps off the table. Jin sings louder and starts doing his own thing on the table, bathing in the lights goofily yet braggingly.
Kame starts circling the chair suggestively, feeling extremely foolish. Somehow it feels alright to embarrass himself in front of Jin’s genuine laughter, inside his ridiculously odd apartment and childish behaviour. He sits on the chair and Jin almost falls of the desk as he laughs. He lies down on it and rolls on it helplessly. Kame makes his way back and climbs on top of him.
“Shut up!” he demands but isn’t able to kill off his laughter. “Shut uuuup!”
The track changes and Jin suddenly flips them over on the table. Kame wraps his legs around the man’s hips as Jin starts unbuttoning his own shirt, torso swaying to the beat of the music.
Kame wonders if they will even be able to do the whole thing with the distracting music. It’s so much fun and so stupid he isn’t really sure if he’ll be able to get it up, as ridiculous as it sounds.
Jin’s making a decent job proving him wrong, though, as he presses him tightly against the table from his shoulders and rocks his lips to Kame’s, creating friction. The music turns into overwhelming bodily sensations that make his insides vibrate excitingly when Jin pulls his t-shirt off and whisks it to the ground with an over exaggerated head turn that matches the sudden loud drum bang on the track. Kame laughs under him and steadies his torso to the support of his elbows as he starts ravishing Jin’s neck.
Jin bangs him against the desk rather violently again and starts dragging his teeth down his naked chest. Kame shivers under him and focuses on the erratic beat of his heart and the flashing lights coming from behind Jin’s figure above him, almost blinding him from the vision of the other boy at all.
There’s something about the whole thing, he decides as he starts fumbling with Jin’s college pants, trying to get them off. Jin claims his lips into a wet and needy suck of his own. Kame presses harder against the soft flesh and opens his mouth to grant Jin an opening. Their tongues meet halfway and Jin’s college pants drop to his knees. The stereos are powerful enough to make the table tremble to the beat.
Jin groans to the kiss before he withdraws, leaving Kame lying panting on the table. He releases Kame’s hair from the hold of a thin black hair tier and lets it fall loose, some of the strands hanging off the edge of the table. Kame shivers in anticipation and arches his neck invitingly.
Jin’s breathing is heavy and audible even over the music as he strips them of their remaining clothing. Kame looks out of the window and hopes to god no one from the nearby houses are watching them, because they aren’t really discreet with what they’re doing, having the flaring lights and a fucking stand for their doings.
Funny what kind of things he sometimes finds himself wrapped up with. He chuckles as Jin buries his fingers in his hair and pulls him upwards. Kame tries to support himself with his palm against the sleek surface of the desk as Jin keeps nibbling his neck and shoulders, free hand roaming up and down his back.
Artists and their oddities.
Jin’s still smiling widely as he murmurs something incoherent in his ear and helps him down again, spreading his legs further. Kame arches his back and enjoys Jin’s fingers running over his lower abdomen and hips.
Fuck, he really hasn’t gotten laid in a while. It’s difficult being a closet gay sometimes. The chances were just never there.
“C’mere,” he demands and sits up. Jin blinks but Kame turns him around ignoring his struggle. “Come on, further,” he presses and wraps his arms around Jin’s hips, pulling them towards himself.
“You dirty little thing,” Jin finally realises delightedly. “What did I manage to pick up?”
Jin rolls them over again in a way that makes Kame’s face awkwardly press against his crotch for a while. Before he fully regains his balance Jin’s hands are gripping his ass and tongue is lapping at him.
Oh fuck yes.
Kame’s body jerks and jolts awkwardly at the ministrations Jin’s hand is giving to his crotch as he tries to wet and harden Jin’s own member the best he can. It’s perhaps a bit awkward and stumbling, especially so since Jin’s sudden and imaginative bursts such as the clawing of his back and bites to his buttocks. He swears the music is his fuel, as ridiculous as it is. And maybe just a bit fascinating.
As Jin’s member slowly gets more and more erected in his mouth, Kame sucks harder. He hears Jin’s whimper somewhere from behind and feels his lips tremble against the tip of his own cock. A smug smirk spreads on his lips as he tickles Jin’s lower back and makes it arch.
He sure can hear the whimpers that emerge. Sure.
Then Jin’s crawling from under him to get on top of him again, mouth sucking vigorously at his lower back and down his ass. Kame pants and looks back at Jin, spreading his legs helpfully.
Jin smiles widely with that certain glimmer in his eyes as he pushes in, making Kame arch his body violently, breathless gasps shaking his form. When that point is reached, the lights suddenly start becoming too much and Kame’s ability to see properly fails. It’s just ecstasy, pain and pleasure all over again in an expected mix.
Jin’s over him, his form shadowed by the lights coming from behind him. They dance at the edges of his silhouette as he somehow joltingly drives into Kame and it takes him a while to realise that Jin’s still experimenting and fooling around with the music.
“Dancers,” he laughs, a gasp cutting it short soon. Jin kisses him deeply again. Kame can feel the wide smile on his lips and knows that Jin likes it, that Jin really likes it and is just absolutely bizarre for not making him uncomfortable by laughing in the current situation. With anyone else it would’ve probably been awkward, but not with Jin.
Jin starts picking up speed and loses the rhythm of the music. Then it’s just light and incoherence for both of them, wails and cries and moans and whatever as they held on tightly to each other during the act.
Then there’s the blissful end that leaves them lying there on the table, Kame’s head hanging over the table’s edge and Jin’s cheek tiredly crashing against his rising and sweaty chest.
“Stay over?” Jin asks quietly, his voice barely audible over the still pounding music. Kame groans tiredly and tries to reach for his pocket before he realises that his jeans are on the ground. Brilliant.
Jin chuckles and tickles his sides. Kame jolts and tries to get away from under him, making Jin only crash more heavily on him and tickle more.
“NO NO NO STOP!” Kame cries and tries to wriggle free. “I’M SERIOUS. WITH THIS SPEED I’M OUT THE DOOR BEFORE YOU - OH GOD STOP!”
Jin laughs and jumps off him to turn the lights and the music off. It feels unnaturally quiet and Jin moving quickly and smoothly over in the dark room feels almost as if an animal would’ve been preparing for an attack somewhere there in the darkness.
It takes Kame a while to get his vision working in the dark and he joins Jin on his quest. Jin’s however already finished so he just crushes Kame’s clothes in his hands against his chest and starts pushing him towards the bedroom, snickering against his nape.
Kame pulls out his mobile phone and Jin tries peeking over his shoulders, still intimately clinging to him even though the act is over.
“Whatcha doing?” he asks and Kame leans against his back, giving him a light peck on the lips. Mm. Well, now that he could get it, wouldn’t it have been wrong to just pass it?
“Texting my parents that I’ll spend the night at a friend so they won’t call the cops or something…”
“So I’m a friend?” Jin chuckles in his ear and bites on it gently, pulling the lobe with his teeth, tongue lightly caressing. Kame drops the phone to the ground and crashes on the bed, letting Jin cuddle him as he obviously wants to.
“At least for the night,” Kame complies and pecks on his lips lightly again. Jin pulls him closer against his chest, eyelids half-shut but a content smile on his lips. He caresses Kame’s hair above his ear and kisses his forehead affectionately, a languid sigh leaving his lips.
“You liked it. That was fun,” Kame hears his voice whispering in a way that makes his throat somehow vibrate in a pleasurable way. Such a hoarse and pleased voice. “It’s fun that you had fun.”
“…Mm,” Kame agrees and snuggles closer. Jin rolls over him and he cracks up in a loud laughter again. Jin smirks at him and pinches at his cheeks.
“What?!”
“You’re at it again?” Kame chuckles in amusement. “I can feel that. You aren’t really discreet about it.”
“Do you really mind so much?” Jin answers him, pressing their noses together. Kame can feel his breathing and heartbeat catching up with the affectionate need for intimacy again and knows he’s already been sold.
The second time is different, though. There are no lights, no music. Just them on the warm and comfy bed, just the bed sheets rustling in a slower dance, smoother movements. It’s then that Kame suspects something again, when he feels something change within himself, something he isn’t quite sure should happen.
It’s stupid to keep expectations up, though, stupid when nothing’s been agreed on. In the early hours of the morning he borrows Jin’s shower and leaves with enough time to make a stop at home to snatch fresh clothes and his school bag before adjusting back to his routines again.
He figures that Jin can find him, knowing his name and where he’s working at.
It takes him a couple of weeks to stop waiting.
--
He leaves his workplace with his jacket open even though it’s freezing outside. It feels good to cool down from the hot and oxygen-less insides of the arena. He lights a cigarette with shaking fingers before he hears a whistle coming from behind him and turns around.
Jin raises his hand, looking a bit like a kicked puppy. Kame lowers the cigarette slightly and just stares as the boy huddles closer to him, hands tightly stuffed in his pockets. He looks a bit cold as his breaths create white puffs in the air and cheeks and nose glow shamefully red.
Kame can’t help but smile at him, even if it’s been three weeks.
“Hi,” Jin croaks. His behaviour feels oddly reticent to what Kame remembers being used to and he raises his eyebrows to show his interest. Jin only turns his gaze to the ground shamefully and gulps harshly.
“What?” Kame asks worriedly. “You’re acting so oddly,” he mumbles, unsure if he’s really allowed to be as amused as he feels.
Maybe it’s because he remembers laughing so much with Jin.
“You aren’t going to say hi?” Jin asks warily. Kame isn’t able to pull back the chuckle anymore as he puts his hand on Jin’s shoulder and draws in smoke from his cigarette again.
“Hi,” he offers helpfully. “Any better?”
“Much,” Jin admits and sighs, his tense muscles easing even if just a little. “Much better. Hi.”
“You already said hi to me, you idiot,” Kame finds himself teasing. Jin fidgets next to him, cheeks flushed. Kame starts suspecting the shade isn’t only due to the cold. “So what’s up?”
“Um. I don’t know?” Jin babbles, his voice shaking a little. “Stuff, really. Just stuff. Nothing special. School. Dance school, you know. And stuff.”
“Okay,” Kame nods. “So you… haven’t been busy?” He feels a nasty sting of disappointment for that, he notices. Well, he supposes he’s allowed to. He was only a human after all.
“No, not really?” Jin mumbles again. “Can I get a drag?”
“Huh?” Kame stares at him dumbly. Jin motions for the cigarette and he cries out in acknowledgement, offering the stick to Jin. He isn’t really sure if it’s calming the man down, though.
“Thanks,” Jin coughs a little as he gives it back to Kame. “You aren’t cold or anything?”
“No, it feels good like this,” Kame objects. “It’s so hot inside. I’ll close my jacket in a while. I’ll just cool off first.”
“Ah,” Jin nods enthusiastically. “Of course. Sure.”
Then it’s quiet and Kame wonders why Jin even came.
“Do you… want to… come over for a while?” Jin finally manages to spurt out. “Just over, you know. You don’t have to, I’m just asking.”
“For what?” Kame chuckles a bit warily, raising his eyebrows again. Jin sucks on his lips nervously and fidgets as they walk.
Kame really doesn’t get his strange behaviour.
“You know, I bought these new cool lamps,” Jin starts suddenly talking again, his speech fast and stumbling. “Really cool. If you wanna see. You know. Lamps.”
“Nothing else?” Kame hears his own voice asking as he stomps the cigarette. Jin looks at him and his face reddens even more.
He wasn’t as jumpy and unsure the last time, Kame worries. It was like talking to another person entirely.
“Umm. I don’t know. Maybe?” Jin asks him, all jumpy and embarrassed. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“How can it be maybe?” Kame laughs. “But okay. Show me your lights. Let’s see if I like them.”
When he’s been hurried to Jin’s familiar apartment, the man helps him take his jacket off. Kame isn’t sure if he should feel uneasy about it - he isn’t used to people being that polite to him, especially anyone he had slept with. Jin pushes him inside the apartment and runs over him to pat on two huge lamps with… well, many lamps on them. Kame creeps closer, looking at them warily.
“Cool babies, eh?” Jin asks him excitedly. “They’re amazing. Really bright white light. And they’re big. Not just any lamps, right?”
“No, not really,” Kame answers truthfully, certain that no one with a normal apartment had lamps like that. Maybe on a stage somewhere, but not at home.
Jin draws the curtains and then it’s dark in the room again. Kame only follows Jin’s silhouette as he fetches him a chair again and makes him sit down.
“Cover your eyes!” Jin tells him and Kame decides it’s better to listen to him. He barely has the time to before Jin’s new lamps turn on. Kame slowly opens his eyes, peeking from behind his fingers. His eyes water and he feels an emerging headache as he looks at the blinding blaring and starts having colourful dots bothering his vision.
“Can you just be there for a while?” Jin asks quietly, maybe a bit uncertainly. Kame tries to study his face but sadly realises that it’s impossible to see it - he stands in front of him and the lights are so bright behind him that all he can see is a dark silhouette of him.
He thinks he understands the lights a bit better then and nods, knowing that Jin can see him with the way the lights are positioned. See very, very clearly as he showers in the white light.
Jin turns the music on and starts dancing again. A soft song, a lovely song that feels soothing.
Jin’s speaking to him, he realises as the tight sensation in his chest starts escalating. Jin dances as a shadow before him, hides his face, hides his emotions but still tries to speak to him. It’s in his every movement, every sway and turn and step.
The music goes on. The lovely piece, so uncertain, so faltering, so quiet but loud. It’s not too disco-like, it’s sung with a hoarse and quiet voice.
Kame knows. Suddenly he knows what Jin wants to tell him, why he shields himself from his vision.
It angers him as he stands up from the chair and goes for the remote. Jin freezes. Kame turns his new lamps off and pants, looking at Jin with dampened eyes when he turns on the lamp above him. Horror floods Jin’s eyes, pure horror as his eyes scream him to flee.
“That’s not how you do it!” Kame yells at him and stomps closer under the lights himself. “That’s not how you do it,” he continues more softly and pulls him in a tight hug under the light.
“I…” Jin tries to defend himself stiffly but Kame shuts him up by pressing his index finger on his lips gently, forcing him to look at him in the eye.
They shower under the golden light and Jin’s arms slowly also wrap around him. He sighs and presses a light kiss on Jin’s shoulder, rocking him gently.
“This is how you do it,” he whispers quietly, so that Jin’s ears barely can pick up his words. “This is how you do it, Jin. Not by hiding yourself. You go for it openly and show yourself. Prepare for good rather than bad. Have some confidence.”
Jin leans down and kisses him. It’s desperate, it’s strong and deep and dominating but Kame doesn’t mind. He lets him.
It feels like Jin would burst if he wouldn’t.
“Is this good?” Jin asks him with a hoarse and desperate voice. “Is this good enough?”
Kame wonders, he really needs to stop and wonder.
Jin wants more than an occasional fuck-buddy, he knows. Jin’s hold of him tightens and he buries his face in Kame’s neck, waiting for the answer anxiously. Kame can hear Jin’s heart pounding painfully against his chest.
“It’s good enough,” he croaks. “If we talk about how this works.”
“Is this going to be bad?” Jin asks, gritting his teeth as he withdraws a little. Kame tries to soothe the concern away and pecks his lips gently. His own breath is quickly starting to catch up with the shock.
“I’m not exactly… open about this… this,” Kame licks his own lips nervously. Jin nods. The he knits his brown and looks a bit lost.
“Wait, with what?” he asks, genuinely lost. “Huh?”
“Liking men?” Kame tries prodding him. “Being gay?”
“OH,” Jin realises. “Oooh. Now I get it. You weren’t?”
Now it’s Kame’s turn to stare. Jin flushes red.
“Aura, okay? I guess it was your aura or something?” he tries, embarrassed. “DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.”
Great. He had a gay guy’s aura. Apparently it was so strong others didn’t even stop to suspect whether he was straight or not. Just brilliant. Why was he even trying to hide it?
“So… that means… umm… that we won’t tell parents or anything?” Jin tries. Kame grimaces.
“Do we need to tell anyone?”
“NO ONE?!” Jin wails loudly. “Are you sure?! No one?! Not even friends?!”
“My friends… don’t exactly know,” Kame mutters and turns his head to avoid Jin’s astonished look.
“…Can I tell mine?” Jin asks warily. “They do know. And I kind of already told them I’m crushing on a cleaner.”
“…That sounds so degrading,” Kame starts laughing, unable to hold back. “It sounds so, so incredibly bad. And porn-y.”
“Oh, what a porn star you were, kneeling and bending down to reach for the dirty, dirty wrappers,” Jin teases him and nibs at the corner of his eye playfully, hands keeping him at place around his lower back.
It’s amazing how they seem to be able to laugh in the most difficult situations. Kame likes it. Likes it very much.
“You’re so horrible,” he chuckles and kisses Jin gently again. “Well, since they know that much, I guess I need to at least try to fix my image.”
“What, you’re not a porn-y cleaner guy?” Jin teases. “I think we have a misunderstanding here, Kame…”
“Idiot,” Kame shoves him gently and laughs. “You’re such an idiot.”
He absolutely loves the first night together behind the closed curtains, listening to Jin’s delighted laughter.
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Jin’s a dancer. He might be a rookie for the moment, only practicing like crazy to reach new levels, but Kame can tell he’s a promising case. Sometimes it just shines in people. Sometimes they don’t really even need the stage lights. That’s what Jin feels like to him.
That’s why he isn’t surprised when one day Jin runs all the way to his not-so-special university, a paper in a tight hold in his hand. For the first five minutes he’s too breathless to get a word out of his mouth. He just lies on the ground and people start giving them odd looks as Kame uneasily waves his friends off and tries to get some water down his throat.
“Look,” Jin hoarsely whimpers and pushes the paper in his face. “Look!”
Kame takes the paper from his tight hold and forces him to still lie still on the ground as he lets his eyes skim through the text. …An offer?
His jaw falls open.
“Takizawa Hideaki?!” he gasps, astonished. “You got an offer to dance on stage with Takizawa Hideaki?!”
“MM! MM!” Jin nods enthusiastically from the ground. The sunlight makes his hair shine and gives a lovely and lively tint to the skin on his face and his flushed face. “We h-had these… these… a-audition people coming to our s-school and and then I w-went and..!”
“ARE YOU CRAZY?!” Kame screams excitedly. “IT’S TAKIZAWA HIDEAKI!”
“MMMM!” Jin tries to agree from the ground, obviously all dosed up on happiness and disbelief himself. “I’m becoming a dancer, Kame! I’m really becoming a dancer! It’s fucking TACKEY!”
Kame laughs and hugs Jin tightly, uncaring about the whispering and staring people passing them. He knows they are loud, he knows they’re attracting a lot of attention yet somehow he doesn’t care. Because Jin’s probably living his dream light now, and it really is overwhelming for him too. To be dating a known idol’s background dancer.
It doesn’t feel all that true, because it really is out of his world.
PART 2