7 rules for sharing a bed with Kamenashi Kazuya
Title: 7 rules for sharing a bed with Kamenashi Kazuya
Fandom: KAT-TUN
Pairing: Taguchi Junnosuke x Kamenashi Kazuya
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Junno and Kame are forced to share a single bed after a mix-up at their hotel.
Author's Note: Written for a prompt in this anon meme.
Kame is not even slightly impressed when he takes a step into his and Junno’s shared hotel room and finds that there is only one bed, and a single one at that. A single bed with one single duvet and sheets and barely enough space for one, let alone two.
Junno can immediately sense the atmosphere - and Kame’s sour expression - and tells him that it’s actually pretty cool and reminds him of summer vacation as a kid where he and his friends would squeeze into his bedroom all together and have a sleepover, but Kame is not at all convinced. He’s twenty five, not ten, and he needs his space, after all. He recalls sharing a hotel room with Junno once before, and remembers Junno wriggling around so much that he ended up with his feet on his pillow. Kame has no desire to be involved in that kind of chaos, not the night before a concert.
Forehead creased in a frown, Kame storms straight down to the hotel’s front desk, where he is apologised to profusely, but told that unfortunately all the hotel’s other rooms are full - and, as if this is totally his fault - with KAT-TUN fans who are there to see their concert tomorrow.
“Great,” Kame spits at the poor woman at the desk. “So not only do I have to share a single bed with someone who can’t keep still in their sleep, I can’t even leave the room for space for fear of being attacked by fan girls. Awesome, thanks,” he tells her dryly as he turns to head back to the room, deciding that the hotel is going to be receiving a strongly worded letter about this matter.
When he gets back to the room Junno is sprawled out across their bed (and he hates how that sounds) playing on a video game, and he’s already managed to crumple all the covers, and it’s not even bed time yet, and he has no idea how the other has managed it but the sheets are hanging off the side and not tucked in any more and it makes him twitch just thinking about sleeping in it.
“Junno, this isn’t going to work,” Kame sighs, and he’s trying not to get mad. It’s not Junno’s fault that the hotel messed up after all, although he wishes he would stop wriggling and sort out the mess he’s created out a little.
“Are you breaking up with me?” Junno asks with a laugh, not even looking up from his video game.
“Don’t be stupid. I am not sleeping with you in that bed.”
“You could sleep on the floor?” Junno suggests helpfully, and with all the innocence in the world suggesting that he has no idea that Kame is two seconds away from blowing a fuse.
“You could sleep on the floor,” Kame retorts, and now he’s a little mad.
“I kind of like this bed,” Junno shrugs, and pointedly spreads himself out further. The sheets slide further from the bed and touch the ground, and Kame steps forward to try and sort it out himself.
The outcome of all of Kame’s effort is that by the time it gets to nightfall and is ready to sleep, he’s still sleeping in the same bed as Junno. He’s tried his best but no one else in the group he has spoken to seems to have wanted to swap with him, because unfortunately it seems like knowledge of Junno’s rather energetic sleeping habits has reached everyone. Koki said that Junno plays video games in his sleep and sometimes fights monsters, and Kame told him that really doesn’t make him feel any better.
While Junno is in the bathroom getting ready for bed, Kame draws up a list of ‘sleeping in the same bed as Kamenashi Kazuya’ rules on a hotel-provided notebook.
1. No kicking or violence of any kind.
2. No hogging the covers.
3. No talking in your sleep.
4. No ANYTHING in your sleep other than sleeping.
5. Keep to your side of the bed.
6. Remain clothed, no matter how hot you get.
7. Kamenashi Kazuya is not the lover you are dreaming about.
He had debated over the last one, thinking that if Junno really did only dream about video games (unless it was that kind of video game), it most likely wasn’t an issue, but he wasn’t taking any chances. When Junno emerges from the bathroom, fully dressed in pajamas - at Kame’s request - he finds the rules stuck up on the wall behind the headboard, and verbally pounces on the other man the moment he himself comes out of the bathroom.
“I can’t help it if I kick you when I’m asleep,” Junno protests, flailing his arms in the direction of the paper.
“If you kick me in your sleep, I will kick you back. Harder,” Kame replies bluntly, and Junno decides it’s best not to argue any further. Slightly dejected and now just as worried as Kame as to what the night might bring, he crawls underneath the now perfectly neatened covers on the bed, moving onto one side to give Kame space to squeeze in the other side.
When Kame climbs into the bed it’s as if he is scared of being contaminated if he so much as touches Junno, and he feels like he is almost hanging off the side of the bed; it’s very uncomfortable, but these are desperate measures. At least he has his own pillow.
Kame wakes up some time in the night. He doesn’t know what time it is because the clock is on Junno’s side of the bed and there’s no way he is going to turn around and look. Then, as the bleariness of sleep leaves him, he realises that not knowing the time is the least of his problems.
There are arms round his waist. Two of them, in fact. And he can feel someone elses breathing in his ear. He sits up suddenly, and there’s a gasp from the one behind him as his arms are violently forced back.
“Get out of my bed!” Kame yells, not caring right now that it’s just as much Junno’s bed as it is his, feeling that the other has now completely lost any right he had to share it, with his blatant disregard for Kame’s well thought out rules (that Junno has already pointed out, are a little hard to follow when he’s asleep, but Kame doesn’t care about that).
And Junno did put his arms around Kame in his sleep, so he doesn’t feel like he has the right to argue. He climbs out from underneath the warm covers, and slinks across the room, taking a seat in an uncomfortable looking chair, and sets his pillow on the desk in front as a pillow, leaning down and resting his head in it. He’s pretty certain he could sleep anywhere, but this is pushing it.
Satisfied that the problem is now finally solved, Kame plumps up his pillow and settles back down to sleep in his own single bed, the way it should be.
He is annoyed to find that at some stage, he begins to dream that he and Junno are in bed together and Junno is hugging him. Not only has Junno dared to do it in the real world, he is now invading his dreams as well, and his annoyance in the dream is equal to his real annoyance, although in his dream he can’t seem to push the other off him, it’s like they’re cemented together and the only thing Kame can think to do is to force himself to wake up.
When he wakes up, he realises that Junno’s arms are around him. At first he thinks he’s dreaming still, but it feels real enough and sure enough, he can feel that breath on his ear again. “Junno, what are you doing?” he spits, and this seems to disturb Junno from what it seems was a very peaceful sleep, and he stirs a little.
“Hmmm?” Junno asks, still half-asleep, not yet quite realising what he has done.
“I said, what are you doing?” Kame spits again, and shifts a little, turning himself round completely so he is facing the other.
“Uh, well, it was really cold over there,,” Junno replies sadly, and his face takes on an expression that would look better suited on a puppy. He’s pulled his arms back towards himself and has sat up, crossing them awkwardly over his chest, and seems to be pleading with the other to let him sleep in the nice warm comfortable bed. He doesn’t want to go back to the desk.
“I don’t care,” Kame tells him bluntly, and with one shove, Junno is knocked onto the floor beside the bed, legs and arms flailing everywhere.
Problem solved once again, Kame once again turns over and snuggles down into his sheets and duvet on his bed as he hears the other shuffling back over to his own makeshift bed, and he’s so tired from all the stress that it doesn’t take him very long to fall back to sleep.
The third time Kame wakes up with Junno’s arms around him, he’s far too exhausted to even argue and actually, he realises, it’s not that bad.
If Junno has to share the bed with him, and really, with them having a concert to perform tomorrow, it’s not good for any of them to be without sleep (Kame never stops thinking about work, and it’s all of their responsibilities to make sure it goes well), then this is the way to do it. Kame isn’t hanging off the end of the bed, Junno isn’t curled up in the corner on his own, and it’s barely disturbing his sleep at all.
And there is all these excuses going around in his mind but really, now that he really thinks about it, Junno’s arms are very warm and it’s been a long time since he has shared a bed with anyone.
This time, rather than pushing Junno away, he takes advantage of the situation and pushes himself back further into the other’s arms until Junno’s stomach is pressed against his back and his nose is resting in his hair. Rather than argue at all, he lets his eyes slip closed again, and he feels a lot more relaxed this time as he drifts back off to sleep.
The next time Kame wakes up he’s still in Junno’s arms but somewhere along the way he’s turned round to face him, his nose is resting on the other man’s cheek and their feet are entwined somewhere under the covers. His are on top, he notes. This was him, he can’t blame Junno any more, but somehow he doesn’t feel there is any need for blame when it’s so warm and comfortable in here with two.
And after he comfortably falls asleep again, Kame doesn’t wake until the sunlight is streaming through the thin curtains at the window, and when he opens his eyes they are still entwined in that exact same position. Junno hasn’t moved all night and Kame thinks that perhaps Koki was wrong when he told him that the man only dreams about video games, and that maybe his last rule was hitting closer to being accurate than he thought.
When he shifts a little, it causes Junno too to stir, although he doesn’t wake up, but what he does manage to do is to move his head just slightly so that their lips are touching, and Kame’s eyes widen but he’s kind of lost in this sleepy haze where somehow, it’s okay.
“Kame-chan,” Junno murmurs against his lips, and Kame wonders if he is actually asleep, but it seems like he is, and Kame becomes intrigued as to what exactly he is dreaming about. But he’s so comfortable that he decides to give Junno what he’s wishing for, and moves forwards mere millimetres, and presses his lips against his, just for a moment.
Again Junno stirs and this time he wakes up, finding their faces so close and Kame’s lips locked against his own, and his eyes disappear behind a wide smile when a few moments later Kame pulls back from the kiss. “Does this mean we can do this again in Osaka?”
“Don’t push it,” Kame replies and sits up, tugging off the covers and climbing out of bed to go and take a shower. After all, he’s spent half the night squeezed up against Junno and who knows where he has been. Really though, he thinks he might like to do it again in Osaka, if there happened to be another mix up with the rooms, so long as it was on the understanding that it was for convenience and comfort, and nothing else.
Later that day, when he’s alone, he calls the hotel in Osaka and tells them that due to a change in circumstances, they will no longer be requiring that second twin room, and that they can make it a single instead, and tells them that if anyone (including himself) asks, it’s just a mix up. It will be hard, but he and Junno will just have to make do the best they can.
Fandom: KAT-TUN
Pairing: Taguchi Junnosuke x Kamenashi Kazuya
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Junno and Kame are forced to share a single bed after a mix-up at their hotel.
Author's Note: Written for a prompt in this anon meme.
Kame is not even slightly impressed when he takes a step into his and Junno’s shared hotel room and finds that there is only one bed, and a single one at that. A single bed with one single duvet and sheets and barely enough space for one, let alone two.
Junno can immediately sense the atmosphere - and Kame’s sour expression - and tells him that it’s actually pretty cool and reminds him of summer vacation as a kid where he and his friends would squeeze into his bedroom all together and have a sleepover, but Kame is not at all convinced. He’s twenty five, not ten, and he needs his space, after all. He recalls sharing a hotel room with Junno once before, and remembers Junno wriggling around so much that he ended up with his feet on his pillow. Kame has no desire to be involved in that kind of chaos, not the night before a concert.
Forehead creased in a frown, Kame storms straight down to the hotel’s front desk, where he is apologised to profusely, but told that unfortunately all the hotel’s other rooms are full - and, as if this is totally his fault - with KAT-TUN fans who are there to see their concert tomorrow.
“Great,” Kame spits at the poor woman at the desk. “So not only do I have to share a single bed with someone who can’t keep still in their sleep, I can’t even leave the room for space for fear of being attacked by fan girls. Awesome, thanks,” he tells her dryly as he turns to head back to the room, deciding that the hotel is going to be receiving a strongly worded letter about this matter.
When he gets back to the room Junno is sprawled out across their bed (and he hates how that sounds) playing on a video game, and he’s already managed to crumple all the covers, and it’s not even bed time yet, and he has no idea how the other has managed it but the sheets are hanging off the side and not tucked in any more and it makes him twitch just thinking about sleeping in it.
“Junno, this isn’t going to work,” Kame sighs, and he’s trying not to get mad. It’s not Junno’s fault that the hotel messed up after all, although he wishes he would stop wriggling and sort out the mess he’s created out a little.
“Are you breaking up with me?” Junno asks with a laugh, not even looking up from his video game.
“Don’t be stupid. I am not sleeping with you in that bed.”
“You could sleep on the floor?” Junno suggests helpfully, and with all the innocence in the world suggesting that he has no idea that Kame is two seconds away from blowing a fuse.
“You could sleep on the floor,” Kame retorts, and now he’s a little mad.
“I kind of like this bed,” Junno shrugs, and pointedly spreads himself out further. The sheets slide further from the bed and touch the ground, and Kame steps forward to try and sort it out himself.
The outcome of all of Kame’s effort is that by the time it gets to nightfall and is ready to sleep, he’s still sleeping in the same bed as Junno. He’s tried his best but no one else in the group he has spoken to seems to have wanted to swap with him, because unfortunately it seems like knowledge of Junno’s rather energetic sleeping habits has reached everyone. Koki said that Junno plays video games in his sleep and sometimes fights monsters, and Kame told him that really doesn’t make him feel any better.
While Junno is in the bathroom getting ready for bed, Kame draws up a list of ‘sleeping in the same bed as Kamenashi Kazuya’ rules on a hotel-provided notebook.
1. No kicking or violence of any kind.
2. No hogging the covers.
3. No talking in your sleep.
4. No ANYTHING in your sleep other than sleeping.
5. Keep to your side of the bed.
6. Remain clothed, no matter how hot you get.
7. Kamenashi Kazuya is not the lover you are dreaming about.
He had debated over the last one, thinking that if Junno really did only dream about video games (unless it was that kind of video game), it most likely wasn’t an issue, but he wasn’t taking any chances. When Junno emerges from the bathroom, fully dressed in pajamas - at Kame’s request - he finds the rules stuck up on the wall behind the headboard, and verbally pounces on the other man the moment he himself comes out of the bathroom.
“I can’t help it if I kick you when I’m asleep,” Junno protests, flailing his arms in the direction of the paper.
“If you kick me in your sleep, I will kick you back. Harder,” Kame replies bluntly, and Junno decides it’s best not to argue any further. Slightly dejected and now just as worried as Kame as to what the night might bring, he crawls underneath the now perfectly neatened covers on the bed, moving onto one side to give Kame space to squeeze in the other side.
When Kame climbs into the bed it’s as if he is scared of being contaminated if he so much as touches Junno, and he feels like he is almost hanging off the side of the bed; it’s very uncomfortable, but these are desperate measures. At least he has his own pillow.
Kame wakes up some time in the night. He doesn’t know what time it is because the clock is on Junno’s side of the bed and there’s no way he is going to turn around and look. Then, as the bleariness of sleep leaves him, he realises that not knowing the time is the least of his problems.
There are arms round his waist. Two of them, in fact. And he can feel someone elses breathing in his ear. He sits up suddenly, and there’s a gasp from the one behind him as his arms are violently forced back.
“Get out of my bed!” Kame yells, not caring right now that it’s just as much Junno’s bed as it is his, feeling that the other has now completely lost any right he had to share it, with his blatant disregard for Kame’s well thought out rules (that Junno has already pointed out, are a little hard to follow when he’s asleep, but Kame doesn’t care about that).
And Junno did put his arms around Kame in his sleep, so he doesn’t feel like he has the right to argue. He climbs out from underneath the warm covers, and slinks across the room, taking a seat in an uncomfortable looking chair, and sets his pillow on the desk in front as a pillow, leaning down and resting his head in it. He’s pretty certain he could sleep anywhere, but this is pushing it.
Satisfied that the problem is now finally solved, Kame plumps up his pillow and settles back down to sleep in his own single bed, the way it should be.
He is annoyed to find that at some stage, he begins to dream that he and Junno are in bed together and Junno is hugging him. Not only has Junno dared to do it in the real world, he is now invading his dreams as well, and his annoyance in the dream is equal to his real annoyance, although in his dream he can’t seem to push the other off him, it’s like they’re cemented together and the only thing Kame can think to do is to force himself to wake up.
When he wakes up, he realises that Junno’s arms are around him. At first he thinks he’s dreaming still, but it feels real enough and sure enough, he can feel that breath on his ear again. “Junno, what are you doing?” he spits, and this seems to disturb Junno from what it seems was a very peaceful sleep, and he stirs a little.
“Hmmm?” Junno asks, still half-asleep, not yet quite realising what he has done.
“I said, what are you doing?” Kame spits again, and shifts a little, turning himself round completely so he is facing the other.
“Uh, well, it was really cold over there,,” Junno replies sadly, and his face takes on an expression that would look better suited on a puppy. He’s pulled his arms back towards himself and has sat up, crossing them awkwardly over his chest, and seems to be pleading with the other to let him sleep in the nice warm comfortable bed. He doesn’t want to go back to the desk.
“I don’t care,” Kame tells him bluntly, and with one shove, Junno is knocked onto the floor beside the bed, legs and arms flailing everywhere.
Problem solved once again, Kame once again turns over and snuggles down into his sheets and duvet on his bed as he hears the other shuffling back over to his own makeshift bed, and he’s so tired from all the stress that it doesn’t take him very long to fall back to sleep.
The third time Kame wakes up with Junno’s arms around him, he’s far too exhausted to even argue and actually, he realises, it’s not that bad.
If Junno has to share the bed with him, and really, with them having a concert to perform tomorrow, it’s not good for any of them to be without sleep (Kame never stops thinking about work, and it’s all of their responsibilities to make sure it goes well), then this is the way to do it. Kame isn’t hanging off the end of the bed, Junno isn’t curled up in the corner on his own, and it’s barely disturbing his sleep at all.
And there is all these excuses going around in his mind but really, now that he really thinks about it, Junno’s arms are very warm and it’s been a long time since he has shared a bed with anyone.
This time, rather than pushing Junno away, he takes advantage of the situation and pushes himself back further into the other’s arms until Junno’s stomach is pressed against his back and his nose is resting in his hair. Rather than argue at all, he lets his eyes slip closed again, and he feels a lot more relaxed this time as he drifts back off to sleep.
The next time Kame wakes up he’s still in Junno’s arms but somewhere along the way he’s turned round to face him, his nose is resting on the other man’s cheek and their feet are entwined somewhere under the covers. His are on top, he notes. This was him, he can’t blame Junno any more, but somehow he doesn’t feel there is any need for blame when it’s so warm and comfortable in here with two.
And after he comfortably falls asleep again, Kame doesn’t wake until the sunlight is streaming through the thin curtains at the window, and when he opens his eyes they are still entwined in that exact same position. Junno hasn’t moved all night and Kame thinks that perhaps Koki was wrong when he told him that the man only dreams about video games, and that maybe his last rule was hitting closer to being accurate than he thought.
When he shifts a little, it causes Junno too to stir, although he doesn’t wake up, but what he does manage to do is to move his head just slightly so that their lips are touching, and Kame’s eyes widen but he’s kind of lost in this sleepy haze where somehow, it’s okay.
“Kame-chan,” Junno murmurs against his lips, and Kame wonders if he is actually asleep, but it seems like he is, and Kame becomes intrigued as to what exactly he is dreaming about. But he’s so comfortable that he decides to give Junno what he’s wishing for, and moves forwards mere millimetres, and presses his lips against his, just for a moment.
Again Junno stirs and this time he wakes up, finding their faces so close and Kame’s lips locked against his own, and his eyes disappear behind a wide smile when a few moments later Kame pulls back from the kiss. “Does this mean we can do this again in Osaka?”
“Don’t push it,” Kame replies and sits up, tugging off the covers and climbing out of bed to go and take a shower. After all, he’s spent half the night squeezed up against Junno and who knows where he has been. Really though, he thinks he might like to do it again in Osaka, if there happened to be another mix up with the rooms, so long as it was on the understanding that it was for convenience and comfort, and nothing else.
Later that day, when he’s alone, he calls the hotel in Osaka and tells them that due to a change in circumstances, they will no longer be requiring that second twin room, and that they can make it a single instead, and tells them that if anyone (including himself) asks, it’s just a mix up. It will be hard, but he and Junno will just have to make do the best they can.