THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING
Prompt. Write. Stalk. Pimp.
HAVE AT IT.
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“Where are you going?” he asked, hurrying after Kame on unsteady legs, his face still shining with sweat.
“Home,” Kame answered curtly.
“Why?” Jin said and grabbed hold of his arm to make him stop. “Are you angry?”
“No,” Kame said and desperately searched the street for a taxi.
“You aren’t?” Jin asked and swayed a little on his feet. “Do you believe that yourself?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kame said and raised his hand to a passing car.
“Then what the fuck is it that does matter?”
The taxi pulled in by the sidewalk, Kame opened the door and glanced back at him. Jin didn’t even look properly pissed off, just abandoned and drunk. Kame sighed.
“Are you coming or what?” he asked before getting into the car.
On the way to the elevator Jin suddenly disappeared into an emergency exit without a word.
“Where are you going?” Kame asked as he followed the sound of Jin’s footsteps down the stairway which the door turned out to lead to.
“I forgot something in my car,” Jin’s voice answered.
Jin was already rummaging around in the backseat when Kame got to the garage. Jin’s motorcycle was parked right next to his car. Kame walked up to it and stroked a hand over the seat, gripped the handlebar experimentally and then got on. When Jin slammed the car door Kame looked up and met his eyes just as he turned around. The package of cigarettes in Jin’s hand slipped out of his grip and down onto the ground, making a mute thud into the thick silence. Jin didn’t breathe for several seconds and when he finally did it was short and stuttered.
“There’s a surveillance camera,” Jin said.
Kame nodded. “One in the elevator too, right?”
Jin nodded jerkily. Kame straightened up slowly, enjoying the way Jin’s eyes slid down to his hips.
“Do you want me?” he asked and felt the faint effects of those two beers he’d had swim around in the back of his head.
Jin unlocked the door to his apartment and let them inside, Kame kicked off his shoes and went straight to the kitchen for a glass of water. He was leaning against the counter, glass in hand when Jin appeared in the doorway.
“We probably shouldn’t,” Jin said after a while.
Kame nodded and took a sip.
“It’s not,” Jin said and took a step forward, “wise.”
Kame shook his head and watched Jin walk up to him. Jin placed his hands on the counter edge by Kame’s hips. He leaned in close and the tip of his nose bumped into the side of Kame’s neck. Kame closed his eyes and blindly placed the glass back on the counter.
“It’s actually pretty stupid,” Jin whispered. Kame nodded again, his eyes still closed.
Jin drew back, his eyes flying over Kame’s face, studying him intently. “It’s not your fault,” he said.
Kame frowned even though he probably understood what Jin meant.
“The ratings,” Jin said. “You know. It happens.”
“It does,” Kame said linked his arms behind Jin’s neck. “To me it does. Constantly.”
“It’s not your fault,” Jin repeated.
Kame scoffed, leaned his forehead against Jin’s “Then whose fault is it?”
“I don’t know,” Jin said, breath skittering over Kame’s mouth. “But not yours.”
They made out on Jin’s bed, most of their clothes still on. Kame fell asleep with his head resting on Jin’s stomach, Jin’s fingers slowly making little soothing circles in his hair.
“I have rehearsal tomorrow,” Kame mumbled before falling into tantalizing darkness.
“Don’t worry,” he heard Jin say softly. “I’ll drive you.”
Look, for one week I tried to get them to have sex on a motorcycle. Don't say I didn't try. CRIES.
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akdjgfn ILU
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jaksjaks we don't talk as much as we should. We should remedy this somehow! ♥♥.
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adkjgnaer, I don't give people my MSN because I'm never on it these days. Actually I'm not on gtalk that much either. Sometimes I go online and stare at Ian's icon for a bit then I log off and tell myself I must write another scene for that thing Ian's trying to beta for me. But err, I can add you anyway... On MSN. Or gtalk, if you have that...
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Ahhhh. I have MSN and Gchat--I'm on both but more likely to use Gchat which is sazzywazzy2002@gmail,com. jaksjaks Ian and fics. So hilarious because she has so many wip's its insane. Her life.
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I know! And I've contributed to one of them. adjnger Actually it was her idea. I just laughed nervously and said sure, a collab sounds awesome Ian. akdgfnauer I sometimes think about it and feel Deep Sympathy for her.
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This is beautiful writing. My heart aches for them!
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aakdjgn, I could stare at that icon for hours. akdjgneriu ILU BACK, ESPECIALLY IN CAPSLOCK!
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inorite. *_* ALSO, KSLAJFSDKJ ICON TWINS!!1! <333333
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