Rest Stop (1/1) - NC-17
JE Fic
Title: Rest Stop
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
Genre: RPF, slash, smut
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 5,397
Summary: Kame shows up at Jin's apartment unannounced, and they navigate an impromptu evening together.
A/N: I really have no idea where this came from. Yes, it's rather cliched plotless smut, but hopefully a little different.
Everywhere it was wet, with water dripping down on his face as he lay on his back on the park bench and looked up at an inky-orange sky. Mist kissed his face, his hair, his lips, which he licked absently, tasting night-time, autumn and the hint of a coming storm.
Akanishi Jin was restless and hungry and coming out of his skin - and he didn't know why. He hadn't slept through a single night in a week, which meant he was exhausted by early afternoon every day. Falling asleep at work had gotten him into trouble more than once lately. This evening, he hadn't come home particularly early, but also not especially late: maybe only nine, but now it was well after ten and he hadn't had dinner yet because he hadn't been able to settle down long enough to throw anything together. I knew I should have picked up dinner on the way home, he thought sourly.
He'd left the apartment when he realized that he was only minutes away from hammering a hole in the wall with his fist for no good reason at all, and he had been walking around the sodden neighborhood ever since. The walking had helped, and despite the rain soaking into his hoodie and his t-shirt, and squishing in his shoes, he felt slightly better. Calmer anyway. Fortunately the rain had tapered off into a fine mist, which Jin welcomed. In the apartment he had felt hot and stifled and itchy somehow. He felt somewhat more peaceful outdoors in the quiet, empty park, and the damp, cool air had inexplicably soothed him.
***
Jin realized he was singing to himself when it began to rain again. He lay there for a few minutes, ignoring the fat raindrops splashing down on him, and he hummed with closed eyes, feeling the droplets strike his eyelids, and the bare patch of skin open at his throat above the neckline of his t-shirt. Impulsively, he stuck out his tongue with a silly grin to catch the rain. Finally, when he realized it wasn't going to stop any time soon, he heaved himself up and reluctantly jogged back to the apartment, his sneakers lightly touching down on the carpet of fallen leaves that covered the sidewalk. The smack of his rubber soles slapping the wet leaves and pavement sounded so loud in his ears, despite the low roar of the city around him, so he hummed some more to fill the wet quiet with something more pleasant. When he was still half a block from the entrance to his building, he slowed. There was a familiar shape standing in the golden glow of light from the foyer.
Jin stared as he drew close enough to see quite clearly.
Kamenashi stood there, obviously uncomfortable, and rubbed at his neck with one hand in a way that brought a flush to Jin's face.
Kame wore a bright red and white baseball cap with the visor at a rakish angle, and tinted glasses that only served to make his lips look poutier than usual, Jin thought. Two fingers were looped through the straps of a bag that was flung over his right shoulder along with a jacket. His thin rain-splashed t-shirt damply clung to him, outlining a lean torso while he dropped his left hand from his neck to press against his hip. Jin watched as Kame's shoulders slumped, and Kame grimaced, making a small frustrated "tsk" sound as he tilted his head to one side in hesitation and then turned away.
"Hey!" Jin called.
Kame started badly, and turned toward the direction of Jin's voice. He stopped, stock-still, and had that whole deer-caught-in-the-headlights look about him.
"Hey," he said, and Jin could see him swallow very clearly as he walked up to Kame. If possible, Kame looked even more uncomfortable than he had before.
"Um. Sorry to come without calling first," Kame said after an awkward pause.
Jin almost held his breath. Kame shifted.
"So, I'll go then," Kame said, when the silence stretched out between them.
Jin finally shook himself out of his daze. "No!" he exclaimed just as Kame turned away. Kame paused, and Jin continued, "why did you come?"
Kame mumbled his answer: "...haven't...sleeping...and Ueda...home tonight...and...hungry...so-"he broke off, and then he turned around. "Fuck. I don't know why. I just..." he trailed off, looking back at Jin over his shoulder.
Jin swallowed hard at the unhappy, somewhat tortured expression on Kame's face, because he realized at that second that Kame looked exactly the way he had been feeling since he got home.
"Do you have any idea what you look like?" Jin asked thickly. Kame shook his head, but then his eyes widened as Jin grabbed him by one arm and dragged him inside.
***
They were silent in the elevator and Jin didn't even look at Kame in the mirrored paneling, choosing instead to study his wet sneakers. When they arrived at his floor, he led the way and quickly ushered them both into his apartment, removing his shoes to step up onto the tiled floor beyond the entryway.
If Jin thought he was coming out of his skin before, that was nothing compared to how he felt now as he watched Kame pull off his tinted glasses and fold them away into his bag, followed by the baseball cap, and then he set the bag down beside him and sagged back against the door of Jin's apartment.
"Are you sure it's ok if I'm here?" he asked, closing his eyes with an expression of tiredness clouding his features.
Jin nodded as Kame's eyes snapped open and focused on him.
"May I have a towel?" Kame asked, "I'm all wet."
A buzz began at the back of Jin's head.
***
Perhaps the buzz had been there all along - Jin wasn't sure. But he was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice that Kame had followed close behind him as he went to the bathroom to find a towel. And then, when Jin pulled one off the rack and handed it to Kame, he didn't let go when Kame reached out his hand to accept it.
Kame's eyes flickered from the towel to Jin's face, and then he pulled the towel gently toward him, bringing Jin with it until there was only the towel and their hands between them. Jin watched as Kame leaned his head back against the door and gently bit his lip, slowly scraping his front teeth over the fullness of his lower lip until Jin couldn't stand it anymore, and he bent his head and kissed Kame.
***
The first time was against the bathroom door.
Kame hadn't even hesitated; his mouth had instantly opened and they both sort of melted into the kiss which was warm and not exactly slow because they were both breathing hard in probably ninety seconds flat. And then, just when things looked like they were really going to take off, Jin got his bracelet tangled in Kame's hair, which made Kame say "Ow," in a surprised tone, and Jin was afraid that the moment had been lost as they both tried to extricate themselves.
But no sooner than the hair and bracelet were separated, Kame met Jin's eyes and said, "come here."
***
Moments later, and Jin wasn't quite sure how, he had Kame's arms pinned against the door on either side of his head and they were trading deep, wet, open-mouthed kisses that left Jin reeling as he stroked his tongue against Kame and inhaled sharply when Kame moaned into his mouth. Jin was shaking by the time they broke off and he just pressed himself against the side of Kame's face, gasping into him.
"Kame-" he said, his face tight. "I-I want-" his voice shook.
"Shhh. I know," Kame replied, his eyes very wide as he stared into Jin's eyes. He brought his now-free hand down to the waistband of Jin's trackies and pushed the elastic of both trackies and boxers down a little so he could find the skin of Jin's hip. Jin meanwhile also found skin at Kame's waist where his t-shirt had ridden up to reveal a tantalizing bare patch that just begged to be touched. Jin slid his hand up and traced over the muscles that quivered beneath his touch. Kame gasped sharply into Jin's mouth but Jin ignored that and kept going until he felt one hard nipple with the callused pads of his fingers and he lightly brushed over the nipple once, twice before gently pinching it. Kame bucked against him then, arching off the door to crush his pelvis hard against Jin's. His hand was at the nape of Jin's neck, drawing him back for a kiss, which Jin gave freely, but he didn't stay there - his mouth moved downward along the line of Kame's neck and then further down to the juncture of neck and shoulder. He sucked hard, knowing he was going to leave an angry red mark there, but he was past caring. Kame's wincing gasp only encouraged him to suck harder.
"Please," Kame breathed in a tone Jin rarely heard from him. It sent a shiver down his spine. Jin pulled back to meet Kame's eyes, but his hand slid down to Kame's hips and pulled him even tighter against him - as if that were actually possible. He could feel Kame's solid erection quite clearly, even through the layer of denim.
"Yeah?" Jin asked breathlessly.
"Yes," came the same breathless, but no less certain answer, and Jin slid straight down to his knees, tugging and pulling at Kame's belt, buttons and zipper until he had peeled the wet denim away and shoved the black D&Gs down so he could comfortably reach everything they had securely hidden.
Jin sat back on his heels and looked up at Kame whose eyes were closed with his head tilted back and his hands rested lightly palm down against the door. Jin put one hand on Kame's hip and slipped the other between Kame's obligingly-parted slim thighs, stroking upward. He could feel Kame's strong, rapid pulse as he reached the apex where he shifted his hand to gently cup against Kame, and he heard Kame's intake of breath turn into a moan above him. Jin wrapped his fingers around Kame, whose hardness throbbed against Jin's palm.
"Just relax," Jin said quietly as he rose up on his knees and leaned forward to press a kiss first to the flat blade of Kame's left hip bone, and then to the right. At the same time, he lightly stroked his palm over and around the hard fleshwithin the circle of his grip.
Kame made small shallow panting sounds and he was trembling.
Jin's heart beat fiercely in anticipation and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a tiny smile as he fleetingly thought that this was infinitely more fun than stomping around his apartment. After all, what guy didn't want to get laid?
"Eh?"
Shit.
Jin looked up guiltily. "Did I say that out loud?"
"Yes," Kame said, throwing down a tight glare.
"Sorry," Jin muttered. He considered what he held in his hand quite seriously, but he couldn't resist tossing Kame a mischievous half-smile. Kame's expression grew even more pained and his hips twitched forward.
Kame reached down and entwined his hand in Jin's hair and gently pulled him forward.
But Jin was determined to enjoy this so he ignored Kame's grip and he only lapped delicately at the top of Kame's length, teasing the small opening and tasting salt.
"Mmmmmm," he smiled.
"Fuck." Kame's voice sounded...strangled, which made Jin smile even more as he swirled his tongue all the way around the head and enjoyed the way that Kame's hips thrust forward, nudging against his mouth.
At last, after more teasing play, Jin relented and opened his mouth to take Kame fully inside. Kame's moan was gratifyingly audible, which made Jin want to laugh in satisfaction, but instead he hummed which elicited another moan. Jin held Kame with one hand on a hip, but he relaxed the other, and, without breaking the slow rhythm of his mouth, Jin's free hand roamed from Kame's hip toward his back and down to cup his buttocks and then further down to stroke the back of his thighs. Jin wanted to touch Kame everywhere, and it was driving him crazy to have only limited access from his position.
Kame's fingers tightened in his hair and his panting grew more ragged even as Jin felt him swelling in his mouth. He sucked as hard as he was able to and worked his tongue against Kame's hardness, but it wasn't enough. Jin couldn't think, he wasn't thinking at all when he drew back off Kame's cock with a massive effort and pulled Kame down until Kame crashed to his knees on the thick shag mat with him. Jin pushed him against the door and kissed him frantically, shaking as he cradled the back of Kame's head in one hand and pulled Kame's hips forward toward him with the other so that Kame's back arched off the door. Jin snaked his hand down between them and found Kame's hard length again, fisting him in a rapid rhythmic grip. Kame made mewling sounds in the back of his throat which were driving Jin insane.
"I, you. Wait, I. Fuck." Kame stuttered when Jin left his mouth and found a taut nipple which he laved with his tongue before suckling with something less than patience or gentleness - and all the while he didn't break the rhythm of his hand on Kame's cock.
"Jin, you. Wait-wait. Don't. Don't stop. I need your. Please."
Jin pulled Kame down the rest of the way until they were both sprawled on the floor by the door, Kame flat on his back, and Jin had Kame's length in his mouth again, while he'd slipped one arm between Kame's legs to spread his thighs while his large hand lay over the tight, quivering muscles of Kame's stomach. Kame thrashed beneath him, arching into the wet heat of Jin's mouth while Jin tried to hold him down.
"Nnnnph..." was the only thing Jin heard before Kame came into Jin so hard that he convulsed upwards, rocking Jin's head back. Swallow, he reminded himself. Breathe.
Jin had no idea how long they lay there gasping for breath. Jin lay his cheek against Kame's hip and pulled him closer and waited for his heart rate to come down to something less dangerous. Finally Kame stirred beneath him and drew a single sobbing breath as he tried to move, but he only end up sprawling further on his side, dumping Jin onto the rug.
"Ow," Jin said.
"Sorry," Kame said in a soft, exhausted voice.
Jin scooted himself up into a seated position and pulled Kame's head into his lap. "Are you ok?" he asked as he stroked a hand slowly through Kame's hair.
Kame tried to lift his head and he laughed shakily. His head dropped back down into Jin's lap.
"Yeah," he managed. "Ok."
"Good." But when Kame didn't move again, Jin said, "Kame, you can't stay here on the floor."
"I know," Kame said tiredly as he put his palms flat on the floor and tried to push himself up. Jin helped him up until he was propped against the bathroom door. Kame blinked at him, looking totally fucked up. They stared at each other for a long moment.
"What the fuck just happened?" Kame asked, a tiny frown furrowing his brow.
Truthfully, Jin was wondering the same thing as he stared at Kame's mouth. Impulsively he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to those lips. Kame accepted the kiss passively at first, but eventually Kame reached out and tugged Jin closer until they were huddled together against the bathroom door and they kissed slowly, tasting and sighing. Kame licked at the corners of Jin's mouth, and there was such sweetness in it that Jin totally wasn't used to, not anymore.
"Come on," Jin said finally when he pulled away and rested his forehead against Kame's. "Why don't you shower. I'll make some dinner."
"Dinner," Kame sighed. "God, that sounds good."
***
Jin was trying to fold an omelette when Kame came into the tiny narrow kitchen in an old spare yukata with a small towel over his shoulder. He was still rubbing at his wet hair with the towel, and he looked somewhat refreshed and there was more color his face than when Jin had left him in the bathroom.
Jin looked up with a sheepish smile.
"Ne," he said. "Are you any good at this?"
Kame came over to stand behind him and looked over Jin's shoulder, where he rested his chin. He put a hand on Jin's shoulder and ran it slowly all the way down to his hand where he lightly wrapped his hand around Jin's wrist, two fingers sliding over the back of Jin's hand. Jin turned his head in surprise, but he couldn't exactly see Kame's face; instead he only felt Kame's warm breath and lips against his cheek, sending tingles through him.
"Hold the pan steady," Kame said quietly, his mouth close to Jin's ear. Jin shivered. Kame was lightly pressed against him from behind and Jin could feel everything through the thin cotton fabric. He shivered again, and closed his eyes briefly, trying not to think about tearing the yukata off and ravishing Kame on the floor of the kitchen.
"Are you okay?" Kame asked, feeling Jin tremble under his touch.
Jin just nodded and bit his lip.
"Good," Kame said, and his tiny puffs of breath tickled Jin's ear, raising a flush. He guided Jin's hand: "Then all you do is just...gently...fold. Ah. Just like that. Perfect."
Jin stared down at the neatly folded omelette in the pan in front of him and forced himself to think only of that omelette, of its yellow color and the lightly browned crispy edges where the egg was very thin. He tried to ignore Kame's hand that was still on his, until Kame's hand shifted so that his fingertips lay against the sensitive skin on the inside of Jin's wrist. Kame gently stroked him there, and Jin felt his pulse pound in response.
"Plate," Kame said, and now his lips were on Jin's ear; the air caught in Jin's lungs as Kame very delicately nibbled the outer edge of his ear. "Plate," he repeated again, less breathily, more distinctly, prompting Jin to release the pan with his left hand and bring the dish near so he could move the omelette out of the pan.
"Good," Kame breathed, and Jin turned abruptly as his self-control snapped, and he pushed Kame back against the wall behind them and crushed his mouth down on Kame's lips. Kame shook with laughter even as he opened to accept Jin's tongue which slid against his own. Jin framed Kame's head between his hands while they kissed, but then he wanted more, so he stroked his fingers down Kame's throat, brushing over his exposed collar bones and then slid inside the yukata, pushing the fabric aside so that it came down over one shoulder and exposed a single tiny nipple. Jin pulled back to look at him, and took in the sight of Kame with messy damp hair falling around his face, with his robe falling down to expose a single, bare shoulder, and Jin thought that Kame had never looked so hot.
"I'm sorry," Kame sputtered, helpless with laugher, but he didn't bother to pull the shoulder of his yukata up - he just stood there, shaking, and Jin clenched his fists so he would not tear the rest of it down.
"No, you're not," Jin said
"Okay, you're right. I'm really not. If only you could see your face right now..."
"Would you shut up?" Jin muttered and began to stalk away as the excitement drained out of him. Kame caught his sleeve.
"Wait," he said. "Don't go. I'm just teasing you."
"I know that," Jin said. "What's with you tonight?" He had no idea why that question had popped out.
That pulled Kame up short. "I don't know." Kame replied, his grin fading. "What's with you?" He pulled the yukata back up and adjusted himself so he was decent once more.
"I don't know either," Jin sighed. "Sorry."
"Here, let me do mine," Kame said, giving Jin a little push toward the refrigerator. "You take care of the rest." Jin watched out of the corner of his eye as Kame cracked eggs into a bowl with splashes of soy sauce and quickly whisked them with a pair of chopsticks before pouring the egg mixture into the heated pan which he tilted to spread the eggs evenly.
"I'm starving," Kame announced while he waited for the omelette to cook, half-turning to Jin.
"You want a beer?" he asked as he emerged from the refrigerator with two cans. Kame smiled, so Jin popped the tab and handed one to him, watching as Kame tilted his head back and took a long, long swig. Jin had to force his gaze away when he found himself growing aroused just from watching the line of Kame's throat move as he swallowed.
Jin turned away when Kame lowered the can, but Kame caught glimpse of his face and seized him by the arm.
"What is it?"
"What do you think?" Jin asked, trying to laugh it off.
"You're starving, too?" Kame asked and Jin couldn't tell if he was being teased or not.
"You could say that," Jin muttered, shrugging away.
***
After a quiet dinner eaten at the low table in front of the sofa, Jin flopped onto his back on the couch and turned off the tv while Kame finished up with the dishes. When he came back from the kitchen, Jin had an arm over his eyes while his hand trailed on the floor.
"You look tired," Kame said as he knelt down beside him. Jin removed his arm and blinked up at Kame.
"You, too."
"Come on," Kame said, as he took Jin's hand and pulled him up into a seated position.
"What are we doing?"
In response, Kame kissed him rather sweetly and not surprsingly, the kiss made him hard in an instant.
"How's that?" Kame asked when he drew back.
Jin watched Kame's mouth and licked his lips slowly.
"Not bad," Jin said and allowed himself to be pulled up from the couch and led the short distance to his bedroom where Kame stood by the bed and looked at him for a moment.
"It's your turn," Kame said a trifle uncertainly. Jin looked down at their clasped hands which Kame instantly released. Jin took a closer look at Kame.
"You don't owe me anything," Jin said, surprised at what he saw in Kame's face. "That's not how it is."
"Isn't it?" Kame threw him a glance filled with doubt. "I just showed up here, and you...took care of me," he said and Jin was horrified to hear a trace of shame in Kame's voice. "The least I can do is return the favor," he finished.
"Shut up, Kazu-chan," Jin retorted, his temper beginning to flare. "You don't owe me anything," he said again.
"Don't I?"
Jin reached out and pulled Kame to him in an awkward embrace. "Listen to me, you idiot. That's not how it is. You can come here any time. Why don't you know that by now? Why do you have to make things so complicated?"
"Because they are complicated," Kame mumbled into his neck.
"Don't be so stupid."
They were quiet for a long moment, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of their breathing.
"Kazu-chan, I don't want anything from you that you don't want to give."
He felt Kame nod against his shoulder, and Jin decided to test the waters as he drew back a little to meet Kame's brown eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm so tired," Kame mumbled again.
Jin responded by pushing Kame down onto the bed. "You're also really fucking hard," Jin said without judgement in his voice.
Kame blushed. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
"Right. You're wearing about 3 millimeters of cloth, so how was I supposed to not notice that you're suddenly horny as hell?"
"Um, by being a gentleman and ignoring it?" Kame replied, not meeting his eyes.
Jin laughed shortly.
"I'll be honest with you. I'm having a really hard time being a gentleman tonight."
"Eh?" Kame frowned, not entirely understanding what Jin was talking about.
Jin straddled Kame, and exerted gentle pressure onto Kame's arousal with his own. He bent down until they were nearly nose to nose and looked Kame right in the eye.
"I want to fuck you, Kame-chan," he murmured against Kame's lips. "But only if you want to fuck me, too."
Kame's eyes were very wide as he stared up at Jin, and Jin could feel him holding his breath.
"Just tell me what you want. If you want to go to sleep right now, be my guest. I'll just go and jack off by myself," Jin said, shocked at his own frankness. He had no idea what had gotten into him. "And I'll sleep on the couch," he added. "But if you want me to stay here, you only have to say 'yes.' It's up to you."
It was Jin's turn to hold his breath as they stared at each other uneasily, and Jin had no fucking idea what was going through Kame's head. This was one of those times when he really missed how close they had once been years ago, when they could just look at each other for even a second and read everything.
Now, he could only wait.
"Um," Kame began.
Jin bit his lip as he realized that Kame was growing harder against him.
"Yes."
***
The second time was less frantic than the first. Jin lay Kame down beneath him, settling him comfortably against the sheets and pillows, and he gently opened the yukata that swathed Kame from his shoulders to his ankles, baring Kame's slender form to his own hungry eyes. Kame was way too fucking thin and exhaustion was clouding his features, but so was desire, and for whatever reason, Jin was feeling especially generous tonight, so he wanted this to be really good for both of them.
He took his time, which was damned hard, but he bit the inside of his cheek to control himself as he trailed soft fingertips over Kame's lean torso and pressed kisses into his neck, against the sensitive skin just below and behind his ear, and then further down as he suckled one of Kame's nipples. Kame was already panting and Jin just caught snatches of barely-audible words that only spurred him on. So he was surprised then, when Kame's hands came up to grasp his arms and pull him down, and then he was even more surprised when Kame somehow managed to roll him so that he was now on top.
"Shhh," Kame said. "Relax."
Jin tried to, but if it had been hard to control himself before, it was even harder now as Kame tugged and pulled his clothes, until his t-shirt, trackies and boxers landed somewhere on the floor. Jin felt Kame's hands touching him everywhere in gentle brushes and strokes that were fucking maddening - more so because his touch was careful and unhurried which left Jin quivering and panting and seconds away from begging for more. He couldn't stop his hips from rising up to meet Kame's hard, and they both thrust against each other until Kame fell down onto him, kissing him and sucking at his tongue. Jin rolled them onto their sides with their arms and legs entwined and they were both breathing hard and trembling.
"Kazu-" he began, nuzzling Kame's neck and licking at an earlobe.
Kame didn't say anything, but there was something in his body that told Jin he was ready for more.
***
"Okay?" Jin slid his slick fingers out, carefully watching Kame's pleasure-smeared face.
Kame nodded slowly, biting his lip. "Okay." His hand were fisted in the sheets to either side of him, and he was shivering in a way that made Jin wince in sympathy. Jin was nearly weeping himself from the effort of holding back, but still, he tried to be as gentle as he could when he lifted Kame's hips up and pushed in.
"Unnnh," Kame moaned and Jin heard himself echo the sound. Kame was hot and so fucking tight around his erection that it was like being thrust into a velvet-lined vice. Jin wondered fleetingly how long it must have been since the last time Kame had been fucked like this for him to be so tight.
"Wait, wait. Just wait," Kame begged, and there was a frantic note in his voice that stilled Jin immediately. Kame's hand had fastened on his forearm in a fierce grip, so Jin waited until his grip relaxed before he began to move.
"Breathe," he crooned when he noticed Kame tensing again as he thrust in and pulled out as slowly as he could manage. "Breathe. I don't want to hurt you."
Kame was shaking his head and his chest heaved, and he was making sounds that Jin had never heard before.
"Jiiiiiiin," he heard Kame cry out in a long, low note. Jin responded by taking Kame's untended arousal in one hand, while the other still held tight to Kame's hip, and he hoped that Kame would be sufficiently distracted as he began to pump him with his hand while thrusting into him. Pressure was building and his head was buzzing and he was rapidly losing the ability to concentrate on anything more than the sensation of Kame's tightness gripping him.
When he felt Kame's fingertips touch his nipples, Jin lost it completely, and spurred by the tingling electricity stabbing through him with every stroke against his sensitive points, Jin began to slam into Kame whose fingers were unrelenting.
"Kazu-chan," Jin whimpered brokenly. "I don't think I can-"
"I don't care," Kame gasped. "Just come."
Jin let go of Kame's arousal and fell forward onto one hand, and as he did so, Kame surprisingly came, and Jin had just enough awareness left to tell that Kame was surprised, too, at the sticky fountain that erupted between them. Jin thrust into Kame hard, and again, and again, gasping and shaking until he also came and they both collasped together in a tangle of limbs.
***
"Holy shit," Jin said a little while later, when he could see straight again. "Holy fuck."
"Yeah," Kame sighed, snuggling closer, his face pressed into Jin's neck.
***
It was an effort, a massive effort, but Jin was too fastidious to let them lay there, sticky and soiled, for the rest of the night. He managed to get himself up, but it was even harder to get a nearly comatose Kame up so they could shower. Jin changed the sheets and then checked in on Kame who was sagging into the wall of the bath stall.
"Come on," Jin said, and helped him out, dried him off and brought him back to bed. Jin climbed in beside him, their warm, now-clean naked skin sliding against each other as he pulled Kame into his chest and comfortably propped Kame's head on his shoulder.
"Why did you come here tonight?" Jin asked, feeling stupid for asking again when it didn't really matter. Kame cuddled closer to him, moving one leg over Jin's and sliding an arm across his chest to hug him a little closer. Jin felt Kame's lips kiss his neck, and his heart squeezed from a sudden burst of unbearable sweetness. Jin knew, without ever having to be told, that it wasn't just for the sex, it was never just for the sex. He basked in the warmth of their intimate nest, and he knew this was the best part: this, everything that came after.
"I have no fucking idea," Kame breathed sleepily. "But god, you feel good."
Jin smiled, because he heard Kame's unspoken reply: For this. For this.
FIN
Fanfic Index
p2
Title: Rest Stop
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
Genre: RPF, slash, smut
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 5,397
Summary: Kame shows up at Jin's apartment unannounced, and they navigate an impromptu evening together.
A/N: I really have no idea where this came from. Yes, it's rather cliched plotless smut, but hopefully a little different.
Everywhere it was wet, with water dripping down on his face as he lay on his back on the park bench and looked up at an inky-orange sky. Mist kissed his face, his hair, his lips, which he licked absently, tasting night-time, autumn and the hint of a coming storm.
Akanishi Jin was restless and hungry and coming out of his skin - and he didn't know why. He hadn't slept through a single night in a week, which meant he was exhausted by early afternoon every day. Falling asleep at work had gotten him into trouble more than once lately. This evening, he hadn't come home particularly early, but also not especially late: maybe only nine, but now it was well after ten and he hadn't had dinner yet because he hadn't been able to settle down long enough to throw anything together. I knew I should have picked up dinner on the way home, he thought sourly.
He'd left the apartment when he realized that he was only minutes away from hammering a hole in the wall with his fist for no good reason at all, and he had been walking around the sodden neighborhood ever since. The walking had helped, and despite the rain soaking into his hoodie and his t-shirt, and squishing in his shoes, he felt slightly better. Calmer anyway. Fortunately the rain had tapered off into a fine mist, which Jin welcomed. In the apartment he had felt hot and stifled and itchy somehow. He felt somewhat more peaceful outdoors in the quiet, empty park, and the damp, cool air had inexplicably soothed him.
***
Jin realized he was singing to himself when it began to rain again. He lay there for a few minutes, ignoring the fat raindrops splashing down on him, and he hummed with closed eyes, feeling the droplets strike his eyelids, and the bare patch of skin open at his throat above the neckline of his t-shirt. Impulsively, he stuck out his tongue with a silly grin to catch the rain. Finally, when he realized it wasn't going to stop any time soon, he heaved himself up and reluctantly jogged back to the apartment, his sneakers lightly touching down on the carpet of fallen leaves that covered the sidewalk. The smack of his rubber soles slapping the wet leaves and pavement sounded so loud in his ears, despite the low roar of the city around him, so he hummed some more to fill the wet quiet with something more pleasant. When he was still half a block from the entrance to his building, he slowed. There was a familiar shape standing in the golden glow of light from the foyer.
Jin stared as he drew close enough to see quite clearly.
Kamenashi stood there, obviously uncomfortable, and rubbed at his neck with one hand in a way that brought a flush to Jin's face.
Kame wore a bright red and white baseball cap with the visor at a rakish angle, and tinted glasses that only served to make his lips look poutier than usual, Jin thought. Two fingers were looped through the straps of a bag that was flung over his right shoulder along with a jacket. His thin rain-splashed t-shirt damply clung to him, outlining a lean torso while he dropped his left hand from his neck to press against his hip. Jin watched as Kame's shoulders slumped, and Kame grimaced, making a small frustrated "tsk" sound as he tilted his head to one side in hesitation and then turned away.
"Hey!" Jin called.
Kame started badly, and turned toward the direction of Jin's voice. He stopped, stock-still, and had that whole deer-caught-in-the-headlights look about him.
"Hey," he said, and Jin could see him swallow very clearly as he walked up to Kame. If possible, Kame looked even more uncomfortable than he had before.
"Um. Sorry to come without calling first," Kame said after an awkward pause.
Jin almost held his breath. Kame shifted.
"So, I'll go then," Kame said, when the silence stretched out between them.
Jin finally shook himself out of his daze. "No!" he exclaimed just as Kame turned away. Kame paused, and Jin continued, "why did you come?"
Kame mumbled his answer: "...haven't...sleeping...and Ueda...home tonight...and...hungry...so-"he broke off, and then he turned around. "Fuck. I don't know why. I just..." he trailed off, looking back at Jin over his shoulder.
Jin swallowed hard at the unhappy, somewhat tortured expression on Kame's face, because he realized at that second that Kame looked exactly the way he had been feeling since he got home.
"Do you have any idea what you look like?" Jin asked thickly. Kame shook his head, but then his eyes widened as Jin grabbed him by one arm and dragged him inside.
***
They were silent in the elevator and Jin didn't even look at Kame in the mirrored paneling, choosing instead to study his wet sneakers. When they arrived at his floor, he led the way and quickly ushered them both into his apartment, removing his shoes to step up onto the tiled floor beyond the entryway.
If Jin thought he was coming out of his skin before, that was nothing compared to how he felt now as he watched Kame pull off his tinted glasses and fold them away into his bag, followed by the baseball cap, and then he set the bag down beside him and sagged back against the door of Jin's apartment.
"Are you sure it's ok if I'm here?" he asked, closing his eyes with an expression of tiredness clouding his features.
Jin nodded as Kame's eyes snapped open and focused on him.
"May I have a towel?" Kame asked, "I'm all wet."
A buzz began at the back of Jin's head.
***
Perhaps the buzz had been there all along - Jin wasn't sure. But he was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice that Kame had followed close behind him as he went to the bathroom to find a towel. And then, when Jin pulled one off the rack and handed it to Kame, he didn't let go when Kame reached out his hand to accept it.
Kame's eyes flickered from the towel to Jin's face, and then he pulled the towel gently toward him, bringing Jin with it until there was only the towel and their hands between them. Jin watched as Kame leaned his head back against the door and gently bit his lip, slowly scraping his front teeth over the fullness of his lower lip until Jin couldn't stand it anymore, and he bent his head and kissed Kame.
***
The first time was against the bathroom door.
Kame hadn't even hesitated; his mouth had instantly opened and they both sort of melted into the kiss which was warm and not exactly slow because they were both breathing hard in probably ninety seconds flat. And then, just when things looked like they were really going to take off, Jin got his bracelet tangled in Kame's hair, which made Kame say "Ow," in a surprised tone, and Jin was afraid that the moment had been lost as they both tried to extricate themselves.
But no sooner than the hair and bracelet were separated, Kame met Jin's eyes and said, "come here."
***
Moments later, and Jin wasn't quite sure how, he had Kame's arms pinned against the door on either side of his head and they were trading deep, wet, open-mouthed kisses that left Jin reeling as he stroked his tongue against Kame and inhaled sharply when Kame moaned into his mouth. Jin was shaking by the time they broke off and he just pressed himself against the side of Kame's face, gasping into him.
"Kame-" he said, his face tight. "I-I want-" his voice shook.
"Shhh. I know," Kame replied, his eyes very wide as he stared into Jin's eyes. He brought his now-free hand down to the waistband of Jin's trackies and pushed the elastic of both trackies and boxers down a little so he could find the skin of Jin's hip. Jin meanwhile also found skin at Kame's waist where his t-shirt had ridden up to reveal a tantalizing bare patch that just begged to be touched. Jin slid his hand up and traced over the muscles that quivered beneath his touch. Kame gasped sharply into Jin's mouth but Jin ignored that and kept going until he felt one hard nipple with the callused pads of his fingers and he lightly brushed over the nipple once, twice before gently pinching it. Kame bucked against him then, arching off the door to crush his pelvis hard against Jin's. His hand was at the nape of Jin's neck, drawing him back for a kiss, which Jin gave freely, but he didn't stay there - his mouth moved downward along the line of Kame's neck and then further down to the juncture of neck and shoulder. He sucked hard, knowing he was going to leave an angry red mark there, but he was past caring. Kame's wincing gasp only encouraged him to suck harder.
"Please," Kame breathed in a tone Jin rarely heard from him. It sent a shiver down his spine. Jin pulled back to meet Kame's eyes, but his hand slid down to Kame's hips and pulled him even tighter against him - as if that were actually possible. He could feel Kame's solid erection quite clearly, even through the layer of denim.
"Yeah?" Jin asked breathlessly.
"Yes," came the same breathless, but no less certain answer, and Jin slid straight down to his knees, tugging and pulling at Kame's belt, buttons and zipper until he had peeled the wet denim away and shoved the black D&Gs down so he could comfortably reach everything they had securely hidden.
Jin sat back on his heels and looked up at Kame whose eyes were closed with his head tilted back and his hands rested lightly palm down against the door. Jin put one hand on Kame's hip and slipped the other between Kame's obligingly-parted slim thighs, stroking upward. He could feel Kame's strong, rapid pulse as he reached the apex where he shifted his hand to gently cup against Kame, and he heard Kame's intake of breath turn into a moan above him. Jin wrapped his fingers around Kame, whose hardness throbbed against Jin's palm.
"Just relax," Jin said quietly as he rose up on his knees and leaned forward to press a kiss first to the flat blade of Kame's left hip bone, and then to the right. At the same time, he lightly stroked his palm over and around the hard fleshwithin the circle of his grip.
Kame made small shallow panting sounds and he was trembling.
Jin's heart beat fiercely in anticipation and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a tiny smile as he fleetingly thought that this was infinitely more fun than stomping around his apartment. After all, what guy didn't want to get laid?
"Eh?"
Shit.
Jin looked up guiltily. "Did I say that out loud?"
"Yes," Kame said, throwing down a tight glare.
"Sorry," Jin muttered. He considered what he held in his hand quite seriously, but he couldn't resist tossing Kame a mischievous half-smile. Kame's expression grew even more pained and his hips twitched forward.
Kame reached down and entwined his hand in Jin's hair and gently pulled him forward.
But Jin was determined to enjoy this so he ignored Kame's grip and he only lapped delicately at the top of Kame's length, teasing the small opening and tasting salt.
"Mmmmmm," he smiled.
"Fuck." Kame's voice sounded...strangled, which made Jin smile even more as he swirled his tongue all the way around the head and enjoyed the way that Kame's hips thrust forward, nudging against his mouth.
At last, after more teasing play, Jin relented and opened his mouth to take Kame fully inside. Kame's moan was gratifyingly audible, which made Jin want to laugh in satisfaction, but instead he hummed which elicited another moan. Jin held Kame with one hand on a hip, but he relaxed the other, and, without breaking the slow rhythm of his mouth, Jin's free hand roamed from Kame's hip toward his back and down to cup his buttocks and then further down to stroke the back of his thighs. Jin wanted to touch Kame everywhere, and it was driving him crazy to have only limited access from his position.
Kame's fingers tightened in his hair and his panting grew more ragged even as Jin felt him swelling in his mouth. He sucked as hard as he was able to and worked his tongue against Kame's hardness, but it wasn't enough. Jin couldn't think, he wasn't thinking at all when he drew back off Kame's cock with a massive effort and pulled Kame down until Kame crashed to his knees on the thick shag mat with him. Jin pushed him against the door and kissed him frantically, shaking as he cradled the back of Kame's head in one hand and pulled Kame's hips forward toward him with the other so that Kame's back arched off the door. Jin snaked his hand down between them and found Kame's hard length again, fisting him in a rapid rhythmic grip. Kame made mewling sounds in the back of his throat which were driving Jin insane.
"I, you. Wait, I. Fuck." Kame stuttered when Jin left his mouth and found a taut nipple which he laved with his tongue before suckling with something less than patience or gentleness - and all the while he didn't break the rhythm of his hand on Kame's cock.
"Jin, you. Wait-wait. Don't. Don't stop. I need your. Please."
Jin pulled Kame down the rest of the way until they were both sprawled on the floor by the door, Kame flat on his back, and Jin had Kame's length in his mouth again, while he'd slipped one arm between Kame's legs to spread his thighs while his large hand lay over the tight, quivering muscles of Kame's stomach. Kame thrashed beneath him, arching into the wet heat of Jin's mouth while Jin tried to hold him down.
"Nnnnph..." was the only thing Jin heard before Kame came into Jin so hard that he convulsed upwards, rocking Jin's head back. Swallow, he reminded himself. Breathe.
Jin had no idea how long they lay there gasping for breath. Jin lay his cheek against Kame's hip and pulled him closer and waited for his heart rate to come down to something less dangerous. Finally Kame stirred beneath him and drew a single sobbing breath as he tried to move, but he only end up sprawling further on his side, dumping Jin onto the rug.
"Ow," Jin said.
"Sorry," Kame said in a soft, exhausted voice.
Jin scooted himself up into a seated position and pulled Kame's head into his lap. "Are you ok?" he asked as he stroked a hand slowly through Kame's hair.
Kame tried to lift his head and he laughed shakily. His head dropped back down into Jin's lap.
"Yeah," he managed. "Ok."
"Good." But when Kame didn't move again, Jin said, "Kame, you can't stay here on the floor."
"I know," Kame said tiredly as he put his palms flat on the floor and tried to push himself up. Jin helped him up until he was propped against the bathroom door. Kame blinked at him, looking totally fucked up. They stared at each other for a long moment.
"What the fuck just happened?" Kame asked, a tiny frown furrowing his brow.
Truthfully, Jin was wondering the same thing as he stared at Kame's mouth. Impulsively he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to those lips. Kame accepted the kiss passively at first, but eventually Kame reached out and tugged Jin closer until they were huddled together against the bathroom door and they kissed slowly, tasting and sighing. Kame licked at the corners of Jin's mouth, and there was such sweetness in it that Jin totally wasn't used to, not anymore.
"Come on," Jin said finally when he pulled away and rested his forehead against Kame's. "Why don't you shower. I'll make some dinner."
"Dinner," Kame sighed. "God, that sounds good."
***
Jin was trying to fold an omelette when Kame came into the tiny narrow kitchen in an old spare yukata with a small towel over his shoulder. He was still rubbing at his wet hair with the towel, and he looked somewhat refreshed and there was more color his face than when Jin had left him in the bathroom.
Jin looked up with a sheepish smile.
"Ne," he said. "Are you any good at this?"
Kame came over to stand behind him and looked over Jin's shoulder, where he rested his chin. He put a hand on Jin's shoulder and ran it slowly all the way down to his hand where he lightly wrapped his hand around Jin's wrist, two fingers sliding over the back of Jin's hand. Jin turned his head in surprise, but he couldn't exactly see Kame's face; instead he only felt Kame's warm breath and lips against his cheek, sending tingles through him.
"Hold the pan steady," Kame said quietly, his mouth close to Jin's ear. Jin shivered. Kame was lightly pressed against him from behind and Jin could feel everything through the thin cotton fabric. He shivered again, and closed his eyes briefly, trying not to think about tearing the yukata off and ravishing Kame on the floor of the kitchen.
"Are you okay?" Kame asked, feeling Jin tremble under his touch.
Jin just nodded and bit his lip.
"Good," Kame said, and his tiny puffs of breath tickled Jin's ear, raising a flush. He guided Jin's hand: "Then all you do is just...gently...fold. Ah. Just like that. Perfect."
Jin stared down at the neatly folded omelette in the pan in front of him and forced himself to think only of that omelette, of its yellow color and the lightly browned crispy edges where the egg was very thin. He tried to ignore Kame's hand that was still on his, until Kame's hand shifted so that his fingertips lay against the sensitive skin on the inside of Jin's wrist. Kame gently stroked him there, and Jin felt his pulse pound in response.
"Plate," Kame said, and now his lips were on Jin's ear; the air caught in Jin's lungs as Kame very delicately nibbled the outer edge of his ear. "Plate," he repeated again, less breathily, more distinctly, prompting Jin to release the pan with his left hand and bring the dish near so he could move the omelette out of the pan.
"Good," Kame breathed, and Jin turned abruptly as his self-control snapped, and he pushed Kame back against the wall behind them and crushed his mouth down on Kame's lips. Kame shook with laughter even as he opened to accept Jin's tongue which slid against his own. Jin framed Kame's head between his hands while they kissed, but then he wanted more, so he stroked his fingers down Kame's throat, brushing over his exposed collar bones and then slid inside the yukata, pushing the fabric aside so that it came down over one shoulder and exposed a single tiny nipple. Jin pulled back to look at him, and took in the sight of Kame with messy damp hair falling around his face, with his robe falling down to expose a single, bare shoulder, and Jin thought that Kame had never looked so hot.
"I'm sorry," Kame sputtered, helpless with laugher, but he didn't bother to pull the shoulder of his yukata up - he just stood there, shaking, and Jin clenched his fists so he would not tear the rest of it down.
"No, you're not," Jin said
"Okay, you're right. I'm really not. If only you could see your face right now..."
"Would you shut up?" Jin muttered and began to stalk away as the excitement drained out of him. Kame caught his sleeve.
"Wait," he said. "Don't go. I'm just teasing you."
"I know that," Jin said. "What's with you tonight?" He had no idea why that question had popped out.
That pulled Kame up short. "I don't know." Kame replied, his grin fading. "What's with you?" He pulled the yukata back up and adjusted himself so he was decent once more.
"I don't know either," Jin sighed. "Sorry."
"Here, let me do mine," Kame said, giving Jin a little push toward the refrigerator. "You take care of the rest." Jin watched out of the corner of his eye as Kame cracked eggs into a bowl with splashes of soy sauce and quickly whisked them with a pair of chopsticks before pouring the egg mixture into the heated pan which he tilted to spread the eggs evenly.
"I'm starving," Kame announced while he waited for the omelette to cook, half-turning to Jin.
"You want a beer?" he asked as he emerged from the refrigerator with two cans. Kame smiled, so Jin popped the tab and handed one to him, watching as Kame tilted his head back and took a long, long swig. Jin had to force his gaze away when he found himself growing aroused just from watching the line of Kame's throat move as he swallowed.
Jin turned away when Kame lowered the can, but Kame caught glimpse of his face and seized him by the arm.
"What is it?"
"What do you think?" Jin asked, trying to laugh it off.
"You're starving, too?" Kame asked and Jin couldn't tell if he was being teased or not.
"You could say that," Jin muttered, shrugging away.
***
After a quiet dinner eaten at the low table in front of the sofa, Jin flopped onto his back on the couch and turned off the tv while Kame finished up with the dishes. When he came back from the kitchen, Jin had an arm over his eyes while his hand trailed on the floor.
"You look tired," Kame said as he knelt down beside him. Jin removed his arm and blinked up at Kame.
"You, too."
"Come on," Kame said, as he took Jin's hand and pulled him up into a seated position.
"What are we doing?"
In response, Kame kissed him rather sweetly and not surprsingly, the kiss made him hard in an instant.
"How's that?" Kame asked when he drew back.
Jin watched Kame's mouth and licked his lips slowly.
"Not bad," Jin said and allowed himself to be pulled up from the couch and led the short distance to his bedroom where Kame stood by the bed and looked at him for a moment.
"It's your turn," Kame said a trifle uncertainly. Jin looked down at their clasped hands which Kame instantly released. Jin took a closer look at Kame.
"You don't owe me anything," Jin said, surprised at what he saw in Kame's face. "That's not how it is."
"Isn't it?" Kame threw him a glance filled with doubt. "I just showed up here, and you...took care of me," he said and Jin was horrified to hear a trace of shame in Kame's voice. "The least I can do is return the favor," he finished.
"Shut up, Kazu-chan," Jin retorted, his temper beginning to flare. "You don't owe me anything," he said again.
"Don't I?"
Jin reached out and pulled Kame to him in an awkward embrace. "Listen to me, you idiot. That's not how it is. You can come here any time. Why don't you know that by now? Why do you have to make things so complicated?"
"Because they are complicated," Kame mumbled into his neck.
"Don't be so stupid."
They were quiet for a long moment, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of their breathing.
"Kazu-chan, I don't want anything from you that you don't want to give."
He felt Kame nod against his shoulder, and Jin decided to test the waters as he drew back a little to meet Kame's brown eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm so tired," Kame mumbled again.
Jin responded by pushing Kame down onto the bed. "You're also really fucking hard," Jin said without judgement in his voice.
Kame blushed. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
"Right. You're wearing about 3 millimeters of cloth, so how was I supposed to not notice that you're suddenly horny as hell?"
"Um, by being a gentleman and ignoring it?" Kame replied, not meeting his eyes.
Jin laughed shortly.
"I'll be honest with you. I'm having a really hard time being a gentleman tonight."
"Eh?" Kame frowned, not entirely understanding what Jin was talking about.
Jin straddled Kame, and exerted gentle pressure onto Kame's arousal with his own. He bent down until they were nearly nose to nose and looked Kame right in the eye.
"I want to fuck you, Kame-chan," he murmured against Kame's lips. "But only if you want to fuck me, too."
Kame's eyes were very wide as he stared up at Jin, and Jin could feel him holding his breath.
"Just tell me what you want. If you want to go to sleep right now, be my guest. I'll just go and jack off by myself," Jin said, shocked at his own frankness. He had no idea what had gotten into him. "And I'll sleep on the couch," he added. "But if you want me to stay here, you only have to say 'yes.' It's up to you."
It was Jin's turn to hold his breath as they stared at each other uneasily, and Jin had no fucking idea what was going through Kame's head. This was one of those times when he really missed how close they had once been years ago, when they could just look at each other for even a second and read everything.
Now, he could only wait.
"Um," Kame began.
Jin bit his lip as he realized that Kame was growing harder against him.
"Yes."
***
The second time was less frantic than the first. Jin lay Kame down beneath him, settling him comfortably against the sheets and pillows, and he gently opened the yukata that swathed Kame from his shoulders to his ankles, baring Kame's slender form to his own hungry eyes. Kame was way too fucking thin and exhaustion was clouding his features, but so was desire, and for whatever reason, Jin was feeling especially generous tonight, so he wanted this to be really good for both of them.
He took his time, which was damned hard, but he bit the inside of his cheek to control himself as he trailed soft fingertips over Kame's lean torso and pressed kisses into his neck, against the sensitive skin just below and behind his ear, and then further down as he suckled one of Kame's nipples. Kame was already panting and Jin just caught snatches of barely-audible words that only spurred him on. So he was surprised then, when Kame's hands came up to grasp his arms and pull him down, and then he was even more surprised when Kame somehow managed to roll him so that he was now on top.
"Shhh," Kame said. "Relax."
Jin tried to, but if it had been hard to control himself before, it was even harder now as Kame tugged and pulled his clothes, until his t-shirt, trackies and boxers landed somewhere on the floor. Jin felt Kame's hands touching him everywhere in gentle brushes and strokes that were fucking maddening - more so because his touch was careful and unhurried which left Jin quivering and panting and seconds away from begging for more. He couldn't stop his hips from rising up to meet Kame's hard, and they both thrust against each other until Kame fell down onto him, kissing him and sucking at his tongue. Jin rolled them onto their sides with their arms and legs entwined and they were both breathing hard and trembling.
"Kazu-" he began, nuzzling Kame's neck and licking at an earlobe.
Kame didn't say anything, but there was something in his body that told Jin he was ready for more.
***
"Okay?" Jin slid his slick fingers out, carefully watching Kame's pleasure-smeared face.
Kame nodded slowly, biting his lip. "Okay." His hand were fisted in the sheets to either side of him, and he was shivering in a way that made Jin wince in sympathy. Jin was nearly weeping himself from the effort of holding back, but still, he tried to be as gentle as he could when he lifted Kame's hips up and pushed in.
"Unnnh," Kame moaned and Jin heard himself echo the sound. Kame was hot and so fucking tight around his erection that it was like being thrust into a velvet-lined vice. Jin wondered fleetingly how long it must have been since the last time Kame had been fucked like this for him to be so tight.
"Wait, wait. Just wait," Kame begged, and there was a frantic note in his voice that stilled Jin immediately. Kame's hand had fastened on his forearm in a fierce grip, so Jin waited until his grip relaxed before he began to move.
"Breathe," he crooned when he noticed Kame tensing again as he thrust in and pulled out as slowly as he could manage. "Breathe. I don't want to hurt you."
Kame was shaking his head and his chest heaved, and he was making sounds that Jin had never heard before.
"Jiiiiiiin," he heard Kame cry out in a long, low note. Jin responded by taking Kame's untended arousal in one hand, while the other still held tight to Kame's hip, and he hoped that Kame would be sufficiently distracted as he began to pump him with his hand while thrusting into him. Pressure was building and his head was buzzing and he was rapidly losing the ability to concentrate on anything more than the sensation of Kame's tightness gripping him.
When he felt Kame's fingertips touch his nipples, Jin lost it completely, and spurred by the tingling electricity stabbing through him with every stroke against his sensitive points, Jin began to slam into Kame whose fingers were unrelenting.
"Kazu-chan," Jin whimpered brokenly. "I don't think I can-"
"I don't care," Kame gasped. "Just come."
Jin let go of Kame's arousal and fell forward onto one hand, and as he did so, Kame surprisingly came, and Jin had just enough awareness left to tell that Kame was surprised, too, at the sticky fountain that erupted between them. Jin thrust into Kame hard, and again, and again, gasping and shaking until he also came and they both collasped together in a tangle of limbs.
***
"Holy shit," Jin said a little while later, when he could see straight again. "Holy fuck."
"Yeah," Kame sighed, snuggling closer, his face pressed into Jin's neck.
***
It was an effort, a massive effort, but Jin was too fastidious to let them lay there, sticky and soiled, for the rest of the night. He managed to get himself up, but it was even harder to get a nearly comatose Kame up so they could shower. Jin changed the sheets and then checked in on Kame who was sagging into the wall of the bath stall.
"Come on," Jin said, and helped him out, dried him off and brought him back to bed. Jin climbed in beside him, their warm, now-clean naked skin sliding against each other as he pulled Kame into his chest and comfortably propped Kame's head on his shoulder.
"Why did you come here tonight?" Jin asked, feeling stupid for asking again when it didn't really matter. Kame cuddled closer to him, moving one leg over Jin's and sliding an arm across his chest to hug him a little closer. Jin felt Kame's lips kiss his neck, and his heart squeezed from a sudden burst of unbearable sweetness. Jin knew, without ever having to be told, that it wasn't just for the sex, it was never just for the sex. He basked in the warmth of their intimate nest, and he knew this was the best part: this, everything that came after.
"I have no fucking idea," Kame breathed sleepily. "But god, you feel good."
Jin smiled, because he heard Kame's unspoken reply: For this. For this.
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