Absence (1/1) PG
JE Fic
Title: Absence
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
Rating: PG
Genre: RPF, slash, AU, futurefic
Wordcount: 396
A/N: This drabble takes place in the "Available Light"-verse, post-2011. For acchikocchi, who loves Akame, too.
Heathrow. Jin leans against a column at the edge of the crowd. His spine slumps into a rubbery curve and the waiting tightens his nerves into piano-strings. Men in dark suits hold up signs with black-markered names like Carter, Wainright, and Bakshi. A wintry draft rushes by, ruffling his hair, but Jin resists a shiver. He fakes boredom from half-lidded eyes as he scans the crowd.
When Kame finally appears, pushing his luggage on a cart, his gaze finds Jin's in an instant. Jin pushes himself off the column, spine straightening with a nearly-audible pop, and he moves blindly through currents of people. He pulls up short, half-smiles, and so does Kame. Kame's fingers white-knuckle on the metal bar of his luggage cart. Oceans and continents, or one meter in a crowd, it's all the same. After a certain threshold, all distance is long.
They climb into a black taxi, and Kame's luggage lands in a heap on the floor where it remains all the way into London. When Jin's head bangs into the glass of his window, he whimpers "ow" into Kame's mouth, but his ears roar and his lips grow numb. Frantic is an understatement. Six months is too long. Kame's knees slide into place alongside his hips with a familiar snick. Their fingers entangle in hair, clothes, and Kame hooks an elbow around Jin's neck, pulling him in.
When Kame's head rocks back, Jin obligingly licks the visible pulse in Kame's throat, thrilling to the growl this elicits. Jin feels it then when Kame's hips crush down on him, the twang of his snapping nerves. It's all he can hear for long, white moments, a hum in the air, the vibration of the car on the highway, the sensation of losing it completely.
They ignore the taxi driver who shakes his head in disgust while they dry hump hard and fast in the back seat. It's all over too soon. They break apart and pant, separate, but close enough. Jin needs to breathe Kame through his skin, but it's not time for that yet. A little further. Jin reaches for Kame's hand, and connected by so little, strands of flesh and bone, they squeeze each other tight in darkness.
Six months, this time. It's too long, Minutes tick by on the meter, miles slip away, red tail lights fill the dark, London awaits.
Notes: This just poured out today quite randomly. I haven't written much Akame, not really, in forever, it seems. There was supposed to be more to this, but the more was turning into something that probably deserves to stand on its own.
Happy Valentine's Day, flist!
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Contact me: shontosgarden at gmail dot com
Title: Absence
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
Rating: PG
Genre: RPF, slash, AU, futurefic
Wordcount: 396
A/N: This drabble takes place in the "Available Light"-verse, post-2011. For acchikocchi, who loves Akame, too.
Heathrow. Jin leans against a column at the edge of the crowd. His spine slumps into a rubbery curve and the waiting tightens his nerves into piano-strings. Men in dark suits hold up signs with black-markered names like Carter, Wainright, and Bakshi. A wintry draft rushes by, ruffling his hair, but Jin resists a shiver. He fakes boredom from half-lidded eyes as he scans the crowd.
When Kame finally appears, pushing his luggage on a cart, his gaze finds Jin's in an instant. Jin pushes himself off the column, spine straightening with a nearly-audible pop, and he moves blindly through currents of people. He pulls up short, half-smiles, and so does Kame. Kame's fingers white-knuckle on the metal bar of his luggage cart. Oceans and continents, or one meter in a crowd, it's all the same. After a certain threshold, all distance is long.
They climb into a black taxi, and Kame's luggage lands in a heap on the floor where it remains all the way into London. When Jin's head bangs into the glass of his window, he whimpers "ow" into Kame's mouth, but his ears roar and his lips grow numb. Frantic is an understatement. Six months is too long. Kame's knees slide into place alongside his hips with a familiar snick. Their fingers entangle in hair, clothes, and Kame hooks an elbow around Jin's neck, pulling him in.
When Kame's head rocks back, Jin obligingly licks the visible pulse in Kame's throat, thrilling to the growl this elicits. Jin feels it then when Kame's hips crush down on him, the twang of his snapping nerves. It's all he can hear for long, white moments, a hum in the air, the vibration of the car on the highway, the sensation of losing it completely.
They ignore the taxi driver who shakes his head in disgust while they dry hump hard and fast in the back seat. It's all over too soon. They break apart and pant, separate, but close enough. Jin needs to breathe Kame through his skin, but it's not time for that yet. A little further. Jin reaches for Kame's hand, and connected by so little, strands of flesh and bone, they squeeze each other tight in darkness.
Six months, this time. It's too long, Minutes tick by on the meter, miles slip away, red tail lights fill the dark, London awaits.
Notes: This just poured out today quite randomly. I haven't written much Akame, not really, in forever, it seems. There was supposed to be more to this, but the more was turning into something that probably deserves to stand on its own.
Happy Valentine's Day, flist!
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Contact me: shontosgarden at gmail dot com