Your body's shaking (Turn me on, so I can turn off the lights)
Title: Your body's shaking (Turn me on, so I can turn off the lights)
Author: death_note13
Pairing: AkaKame
Rating: R to NC-17
Genre: not sure :/
Disclaimer: Idea of the fic comes from Cher’s song Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves. Title comes from Metro Station’s Shake it
Summary: He watched the woman as she danced around the fire, he didn’t understand why she done it…or why the men who watched her cajoled and hollered as she twirled around gracefully, raising her arms above her head as she passed them, shirt riding up to show the toned skin of her stomach.
Warnings: uke!Jin, bukakke
Notes: Idk :| It’s porn XD ♥
==
He watched the woman as she danced around the fire, he didn’t understand why she done it…or why the men who watched her cajoled and hollered as she twirled around gracefully, raising her arms above her head as she passed them, shirt riding up to show the toned skin of her stomach.
All he knew was; it made money.
He’d always wondered why he got sad looks from the women in town when he went with his Dad to buy things for their caravan. He could hear the women say things about how it was a shame he had a tramp of a mother and a thief of a father.
He didn’t see the problem. His mother wasn’t a tramp, or his father a thief. They were normal people, a group of normal people…no real home…nomads.
Gypsies. Was the correct term for them…his mother had told him.
He honestly didn’t see the problem…or why everyone assumed his mother was a tramp…and why everyone thought his father stole things from the town market…his father called it borrowing. And…to him, borrowing wasn’t stealing.
He stared out at the half asleep camp, the moon lighting up the shabby tents that littered the ground. For the first time in eighteen years, he wondered why he was in a place like this.
The next night, his mother danced around the campfire for the men who come down from the town. He watched from their tent, feeling slightly disgusted as his mother smiles seductively at the men watching her.
He realizes that it’s dirty money.
He hates it. He hates his life…his parents…everything.
「One day JinJin, you’ll be dancing with me…we’ll make a lot of money…and we’ll run away from this life…」
False hopes. That’s all she was full of, giving them to him, making him out to be someone he couldn’t be. He had no proper education, no proper job…he was nothing.
He stood from his seat, waving at his father before heading into the woods.
He liked this town a lot. He didn’t want to leave.
You don’t have to.
He turned around, Who are you.
The boy grinned, Kame.
Jin tilted his head to the side, Like the turtle?
Like the turtle. The boy, Kame, agreed.
Several minutes of silence passed until Kame spoke up again, So…you’re with that caravan of gypsies that just came in, right?
Jin looked at the boy surprised, How…?
Kame shrugged, I pay attention. Traveling with a caravan seems fun.
It’s hell. He said shortly, No one likes our “ways” he emphasized, they all hate us.
I don’t hate you.
Jin shivered, hearing the other boy’s voice so close.
In fact…I think I kinda like you…
Jin’s not sure what happened after that. He wasn’t sure how, suddenly, he was pushed against a tree and the other boy (shorter, younger, but a hell of a looker) had his lips pressed against his. He’d kissed plenty of girls and possibly a few men pretending to be girls, but he’d never actually kissed a someone who took control of the kiss immediately. (In fact, he’d never kissed someone who had kissed him. He was always the one to initiate the kiss.)
Kame…what? Was the first thing out of his mouth when the younger boy pulled away.
Kame grinned, I’ve seen you dance… he said slyly, When you think no one is looking…but I am. I watch you all the time Jin… he ran his finger over the older’s cheek, I want you.
Jin bit his lip, looking away from the younger, trying not to lean into the gentle strokes on his cheek.
Jin…
He shivers, the way the boy says his name (raspy, lustful and raw) makes his body respond.
Oh. So you are interested.
Fuck yeah he’s interested…but…
Jin~ he whispers again, leaning up slightly and pressing his lips against the outer shell of Jin’s ear. Jin…I want to dance with you.
Jin shivers again, feeling his cock harden faster. Kame…
Shh… he whispers, pressing his finger against the older’s lips, No talking…just feel. He replaces his finger with his lips.
Jin gasps loudly when he feels a tongue probing at his lips. Tongue delving inside his gasp parted lips. One of the boy’s hands rest against the base of his neck, holding him in place. He gasps loudly (Kame’s other hand had slid under his shirt; teasing its way around his bellybutton. The other’s shorter fingers flicking the silver metal pierced into his skin.)
He tore his mouth away, Fuck…
Kame grinned, Is that what you want~?
Jin panted, looking down at the younger, Why…
Because you’re beautiful… Kame whispered, …and… he trailed off, a smirk making its way across his face as he runs his fingers back over the older’s bellybutton (a groan this time, back arching as he presses his head back against the tree) I like beautiful things.
Jin pushed the younger away, Slow down. He said, leaning back against the tree to keep his balance, just…slow down.
Kame moved towards him again, pressing his body against Jin’s, That’s not what your body wants though… he whispered, hand sliding down Jin’s arm. I know what your body wants…what it craves… the hand slid down to cup him through his pants.
Kame… he whispered, feeling all the breath leave his lungs at that simple touch; eyes falling shut.
Kazuya. The younger corrected, kissing the corner of his lips, Call me Kazuya…
Jin groaned, Kazuya…please…
The warmth left him, pulling a whimper from the back of his throat.
Kazuya chuckled, Patience beautiful. He teased as he let his hands drop, fingers working at undoing the fastenings on his pants, We’ll get you taken care of…don’t worry.
Jin feels the urge to hit the younger; but, all thought flies out of his mind when he feels Kazuya’s smaller hand wraps around him. Ah..ah!
His cry makes Kazuya smirk, So you do like that…don’t you?”
Jin whines and thrusts up into the younger’s hand, eyes still closed.
Open your eyes… and Jin does, breath catching in his throat as he looks into the younger’s eyes, once clear hazel, now nearly black with lust.
What do you want? The question comes out hushed, barely louder than a whisper.
Jin leans back against the tree heavily, pleasure running through every inch of his body, I want you…
How? Kazuya whispers, Do you want to fuck me?
Jin shook his head, reaching out and grabbing onto the younger’s shoulders, fingers tearing into the thin material of Kazuya’s shirt, Fuck me… he stared into the younger’s eyes, Please Kazuya…
Are you sure? The younger asks, moving close to him again.
Jin nods, Yes… he whispers again, Fuck…Kazuya just do it already… He’s never felt this needy in his entire life; so it doesn’t make sense that he feels like this…but he can’t help it; he needs the younger.
Kazuya pushes his pants the rest of the way down before he turns him around, pushing him forward to rest his hands against the tree, Stay…
Jin listens to him…mostly because the younger plunges a finger inside him and, oh god… he moans, pushing back against the finger. He’d done this before, but that other time was more painful than this…it was that painful pleasure that had his back arching. Hurry the fuck up…
Kazuya chuckles, quickly adding in two fingers, Well aren’t you just a little whore… he teases, Have you been doing this to yourself~?
Kazuya just… the younger doesn’t give him a chance to finish his thought, because, seconds later he’s pushed roughly against the tree and the fingers are replaced with something more pleasing.
Kazuya groaned as Jin clenched around him So fucking tight… he murmured against Jin’s shoulder, biting into the skin; marking him. (mine is such an overused word, but that’s what Kazuya thinks about the older.)
Jin doesn’t know exactly how long he stays pressed completely against the tree; ass out as the younger drives into him, hitting his prostate over and over.
When orgasm reaches, He swears time stops. His body arching back against the younger’s chest; clenching tightly around Kazuya’s erection as the he still continues to thrust into him.
The younger pulls out of him once he comes back down from his orgasm and eases him onto his knees; he fists his hair and tilts his head back. Jin groans at the site of the younger jacking himself off as he stares down into Jin’s eyes unwaveringly. Only when he sees the younger's thighs clench and see Kazuya’s strokes go uneven, does he realize that Kazuya’s close.
It doesn’t take long for Kazuya to come, few more strokes and he’s coming hard. Jin feels a whimper leave his throat when he feels the come hit his cheeks; some hitting his lips (he fought the urge to lick his lips, to taste the younger).
Kazuya panted, moving way from the older, holding out a hand for him to grab, Come on… he said, Let’s get dressed…and then we can go and get something to eat.
Jin’s confused by the younger’s sudden change. But it changes when he sees an odd glint in his eye and he grins back at Kazuya, Sounds good to me.
Maybe life would start looking up for him, he thought as he and Kazuya walked the opposite way of the gypsy caravan.
Maybe…he could actually be something.
==
No, I don’t know what’s up with the end DX but yeah…this is it >.< ♥
I hope you guys like it? 8D
I’m tired…so I’m going to bed now >.>