akame, r, pinky.
It's hot.
Jin half wishes he could just take off the jacket. The lights are too bright and the crowd is too loud, but when he snaps his fingers and the music starts, he feels a sudden thrill of excitement. He's in his element. This is his song, this is his stage, this is his moment, and he's going to send every one of these fangirls home tonight thinking about him.
He's focused-he hasn't felt this good in ages, hasn't twisted his hips like this and meant it, hasn't felt laughter bubbling up in his chest and throat, threatening to spill out and ruin everything sexy about this dance… He's so focused that he's hardly paying attention to Koki's stage entrance. He gives him the typical, choreographed, precursory glance, laughs at how strangely awkward Koki looks tonight, how unsteady he is on his heels, the way he doesn't seem to fill out his skirt-
Koki takes a twisting, flirtatious step in the way of a stage light, and Jin's breath catches in his throat. It's not Koki at all, tonight. It's Kame; Kame beneath the blonde wig, Kame in the skirt and stockings, Kame with the stuffed bra and heels and overdone makeup, and Jin is slack-jawed in amazement for a moment.
The crowd cheers, and Jin forces himself to focus on the song, on the performance, but his attention keeps darting back to Kame. Luckily, this fits the choreography, the entire act, perfectly. Kame licks his lips and tilts his head, hides his face under sweeping long blonde curls, and Jin nearly loses it.
Kame reaches him in a few shaky steps. Jin holds out a trembling hand, though he has no idea how he's supposed to manhandle Kame, even if it's just playing, but suddenly Kame is pressed up against him and the stupid wig is scratching Jin's cheek and Kame's slender fingers are clutching Jin's shoulder. Kame is shifting, rolling his hips against Jin's with none of the space that Koki always leaves, and Jin has to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning directly into the microphone. He's painfully aroused, and Kame is laughing softly, shyly against his ear, waiting for Jin to push him down, to force Kame down on his knees, and Jin wonders how the hell he's supposed to do this.
Kame shifts against him, rolls his body against Jin as he works his way down, and Jin fumbles for Kame's shoulder because it makes him feel like maybe he'll have control here, something to keep him from losing it on stage in front of a few thousand people. Kame's hands are sliding down Jin's hips, gripping his thighs, and Jin moves the best he can, trying to keep up the performance even as he feels Kame's mouth sliding against the fabric of his pants, hot breath and soft lips pressing up against his hard-on.
He jerks on Kame's shoulder and Kame dutifully twists his way up the length of Jin's body, turning coyly away so that Jin can pull him back, and he does-forcefully tugging Kame up against him, gripping his sides with desperate fingers as they tilt and shift and pretend to make out.
Kame is always careful about boundaries now, in every photoshoot with faux kissing, Kame is always the one to maintain the barrier, ever since that one time, so long ago, when Kame accidentally kissed him.
He's not careful tonight, though. With every tilt of his head, Kame manages to press soft, barely-there kisses to Jin's mouth, Jin's cheek, Jin's jaw. Kame's lips are sliding across his skin and now Jin's expected to push him away, to rip off the wig and expose him, but Jin doesn't want to share this secret, not with anyone.
It's already gone on for too long, and the stage directors must realize something is up, because suddenly the music ends and the crowd cheers. Fireworks go off behind them, the stage plunges into darkness, and Jin places his hands on Kame's cheeks, pulls him closer, and kisses him.
It only lasts a moment, and then the lights are starting to come back on and the stage hands are shuffling around with props, and Jin is leaving, tugging Kame after him by the hand.
They get as far as the dressing area. Jin can't stop touching Kame, can't stop sliding his hands up under Kame's skirt, plucking his garters. Kame's twisting against him now as Jin pushes him up against a vanity table, scattering blush brushes and tubes of lipstick as he presses clumsy kisses to Kame's lips.
"Jin," he whispers, as Jin slides a finger under his garter belt. "…concert."
"Mmmnph," Jin murmurs, shoving a knee between Kame's thighs and dragging his fingernails across his stockings. "Hot."
"Jin," Kame says again, a little more breathlessly than before. Jin slides his fingers up, traces Kame's inner thigh, and Kame makes a small, choked sound. "We….can't…."
Jin kisses him, to shut him up, and Kame's mouth falls open against his, protests melting into warm, wet, desperate kisses. Suddenly Kame's got a hold of his shoulders, and Jin can't tell if he's pulling or pushing or some combination of the two, but Kame's wrapping a leg around Jin's, is tracing the back of Jin's thighs with his heel, and Jin decides it must be pulling.
He slides his hand up further, fingers skating over the lacy edge of Kame's stockings and the soft, exposed skin of his thigh, until they're brushing up against warm, hot hard silk, and Kame is practically mewling into his mouth, his hands sliding across Jin's shoulders, nails dragging across the back of Jin's neck.
There's a roar of applause and some indistinguishable shouting from the stage as Jin breaks the kiss, rubs his palm across the silk. He watches Kame as he touches him, watches the way he blushes and drops his gaze, the way his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, and Jin's breath catches in his throat in awe.
There are sudden footsteps behind him, and Kame shrinks back against the table as someone grabs hold of Jin's jacket, pulling him bodily away from Kame. "We can't stall forever," Nakamaru grumbles, sounding irritable. "Koki is an idiot, I can't believe he switched-"
But Jin's not listening to Nakamaru, even as he's being led back towards the stage. He can't help but watch as Kame pulls off the wig and kicks off the heels, fumbling frantically for tissues to wipe away the makeup.
"Leave the stockings!" Jin calls, as Nakamaru pulls him around the corner and out of sight.
Jin spends the next two songs and three encores watching Kame's movements, trying to decide if Kame is still wearing the stockings, garters, and silk under his jeans. It's hard to tell, and Jin keeps fumbling his choreography and forgetting lines, too busy staring after Kame to concentrate on performing.
Jin half wishes he could just take off the jacket. The lights are too bright and the crowd is too loud, but when he snaps his fingers and the music starts, he feels a sudden thrill of excitement. He's in his element. This is his song, this is his stage, this is his moment, and he's going to send every one of these fangirls home tonight thinking about him.
He's focused-he hasn't felt this good in ages, hasn't twisted his hips like this and meant it, hasn't felt laughter bubbling up in his chest and throat, threatening to spill out and ruin everything sexy about this dance… He's so focused that he's hardly paying attention to Koki's stage entrance. He gives him the typical, choreographed, precursory glance, laughs at how strangely awkward Koki looks tonight, how unsteady he is on his heels, the way he doesn't seem to fill out his skirt-
Koki takes a twisting, flirtatious step in the way of a stage light, and Jin's breath catches in his throat. It's not Koki at all, tonight. It's Kame; Kame beneath the blonde wig, Kame in the skirt and stockings, Kame with the stuffed bra and heels and overdone makeup, and Jin is slack-jawed in amazement for a moment.
The crowd cheers, and Jin forces himself to focus on the song, on the performance, but his attention keeps darting back to Kame. Luckily, this fits the choreography, the entire act, perfectly. Kame licks his lips and tilts his head, hides his face under sweeping long blonde curls, and Jin nearly loses it.
Kame reaches him in a few shaky steps. Jin holds out a trembling hand, though he has no idea how he's supposed to manhandle Kame, even if it's just playing, but suddenly Kame is pressed up against him and the stupid wig is scratching Jin's cheek and Kame's slender fingers are clutching Jin's shoulder. Kame is shifting, rolling his hips against Jin's with none of the space that Koki always leaves, and Jin has to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning directly into the microphone. He's painfully aroused, and Kame is laughing softly, shyly against his ear, waiting for Jin to push him down, to force Kame down on his knees, and Jin wonders how the hell he's supposed to do this.
Kame shifts against him, rolls his body against Jin as he works his way down, and Jin fumbles for Kame's shoulder because it makes him feel like maybe he'll have control here, something to keep him from losing it on stage in front of a few thousand people. Kame's hands are sliding down Jin's hips, gripping his thighs, and Jin moves the best he can, trying to keep up the performance even as he feels Kame's mouth sliding against the fabric of his pants, hot breath and soft lips pressing up against his hard-on.
He jerks on Kame's shoulder and Kame dutifully twists his way up the length of Jin's body, turning coyly away so that Jin can pull him back, and he does-forcefully tugging Kame up against him, gripping his sides with desperate fingers as they tilt and shift and pretend to make out.
Kame is always careful about boundaries now, in every photoshoot with faux kissing, Kame is always the one to maintain the barrier, ever since that one time, so long ago, when Kame accidentally kissed him.
He's not careful tonight, though. With every tilt of his head, Kame manages to press soft, barely-there kisses to Jin's mouth, Jin's cheek, Jin's jaw. Kame's lips are sliding across his skin and now Jin's expected to push him away, to rip off the wig and expose him, but Jin doesn't want to share this secret, not with anyone.
It's already gone on for too long, and the stage directors must realize something is up, because suddenly the music ends and the crowd cheers. Fireworks go off behind them, the stage plunges into darkness, and Jin places his hands on Kame's cheeks, pulls him closer, and kisses him.
It only lasts a moment, and then the lights are starting to come back on and the stage hands are shuffling around with props, and Jin is leaving, tugging Kame after him by the hand.
They get as far as the dressing area. Jin can't stop touching Kame, can't stop sliding his hands up under Kame's skirt, plucking his garters. Kame's twisting against him now as Jin pushes him up against a vanity table, scattering blush brushes and tubes of lipstick as he presses clumsy kisses to Kame's lips.
"Jin," he whispers, as Jin slides a finger under his garter belt. "…concert."
"Mmmnph," Jin murmurs, shoving a knee between Kame's thighs and dragging his fingernails across his stockings. "Hot."
"Jin," Kame says again, a little more breathlessly than before. Jin slides his fingers up, traces Kame's inner thigh, and Kame makes a small, choked sound. "We….can't…."
Jin kisses him, to shut him up, and Kame's mouth falls open against his, protests melting into warm, wet, desperate kisses. Suddenly Kame's got a hold of his shoulders, and Jin can't tell if he's pulling or pushing or some combination of the two, but Kame's wrapping a leg around Jin's, is tracing the back of Jin's thighs with his heel, and Jin decides it must be pulling.
He slides his hand up further, fingers skating over the lacy edge of Kame's stockings and the soft, exposed skin of his thigh, until they're brushing up against warm, hot hard silk, and Kame is practically mewling into his mouth, his hands sliding across Jin's shoulders, nails dragging across the back of Jin's neck.
There's a roar of applause and some indistinguishable shouting from the stage as Jin breaks the kiss, rubs his palm across the silk. He watches Kame as he touches him, watches the way he blushes and drops his gaze, the way his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, and Jin's breath catches in his throat in awe.
There are sudden footsteps behind him, and Kame shrinks back against the table as someone grabs hold of Jin's jacket, pulling him bodily away from Kame. "We can't stall forever," Nakamaru grumbles, sounding irritable. "Koki is an idiot, I can't believe he switched-"
But Jin's not listening to Nakamaru, even as he's being led back towards the stage. He can't help but watch as Kame pulls off the wig and kicks off the heels, fumbling frantically for tissues to wipe away the makeup.
"Leave the stockings!" Jin calls, as Nakamaru pulls him around the corner and out of sight.
Jin spends the next two songs and three encores watching Kame's movements, trying to decide if Kame is still wearing the stockings, garters, and silk under his jeans. It's hard to tell, and Jin keeps fumbling his choreography and forgetting lines, too busy staring after Kame to concentrate on performing.