Fic: Jin
Fic: Jin
Genre: Humour, Romance
Rating: NC-17 (for the language, certain subject matters and yeah, there's something smutty somewhere *wink*)
Word Count: 8,800+
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies (RPF, owns none of the character, just the plot)
Summary: Akanishi Jin thinks Kamenashi Kazuya is the epitome of an idol and he doesn't like him. Not one bit. Or so he thinks.
A/N: Jin's POV written in third person. Please pardon if there are any lapses especially with the noun-verb agreement in terms of verb tense. It's my grammar Achilles' heel along with the proper use of prepositions (damn prepositions!). And this fic is a Frankenstein of other unfinished fics so the tone and the mood is kinda' inconsistent.
Jin
He took a cold shower. Not that he cannot hold his drink because everyone knows Akanishi Jin is one cool dude and wouldn't be caught dead losing it just because he had one too many drinks. Unlike one certain idol he knows who made news for hassling a taxi driver because he was too drunk to think straight. No, he's definitely not like that idol.
Anyway, he took a shower because his band mates - including the idol he knows - is currently in his living room, emptying his alcohol stash and since he was playing host, albeit unwilling, he has to keep his wits about. He shakes his head and when the ends of his still damp hair hit him, he feels more invigorated. Though when he looks in the mirror he doesn't look it because of the darn dark circles under his eyes. He thinks he needs a break. He's been working too hard these past few months Pi had started calling him Kamenashi Jin. Kamenashi Jin, it makes him chuckle. It's a private joke between him and Pi that whenever they notice one of the JE boys getting thin for working too hard, they surname him Kamenashi. And now he got that surname. Kamenashi Jin indeed. Sounds like he's married to him. Like that would happen, Jin silently scoffed.
Jin steps out of his bedroom and sees the legitimate owner of the last name sitting wedged in the corner of the couch. Kazuya's talking with a beer in one hand and the other hand gesturing the way he always does. Right beside him - half-lying, half-sitting - is Tanaka Koki, eyes glazed and with a silly smile on his face. Koki doesn't look like he was actually listening. But Kazuya doesn't seem to notice or if he does, he's too drunk to care.
Jin walks up to them and sits beside Koki, not that he wants to listen in on what they are talking about. It's just he sees several unconsumed beers on the table and he hates wasting good alcohol especially if he's the one who bought them. So he takes an opened can of beer and takes a swig.
“Yeah. So I don't know what's going on,” Kazuya is saying. “But it just happened.”
“Seriously?” Koki asks. Kazuya's affirmative reply is muffled as he drinks from his can of beer. Koki tries to sit straight but only manages to move his ass back an inch or so and slides down just as much. “So answer me this.” Kazuya expectantly looks on Koki as the latter tries to suppress a drunken giggle. “Do you know rimming?”
The beer got caught in Jin's throat and detoured up his nose. Fuck! That hurts! And he doesn't know if Kazuya is laughing at him because he's choking or because of Koki's question. Jin's eyes water while beer drizzles down his nose and he hears Kazuya laughing and saying “Yeah...yeah.”
“Oh fuck!” Koki exclaims and he, too, starts laughing out loud. “That's disgusting, Kame!”
Fucking band mates! Jin thinks. He wipes his nose with the collar of his shirt. I could be dying and Koki couldn’t care less because it is far more important for him to act all amused and flirty with Kazuya.
“Fuck you. I didn't say I've done it. You just asked if I know and I do,” Kazuya says, laughing. He repeatedly kicks Koki's hip until the rapper tilts towards Jin who is glaring because Kazuya is not only oblivious to the fact that Jin almost died but also because the younger man is laughing so hard and Jin thinks Kazuya is going to spill beer over his couch not to mention that he's falling on top of Koki.
So Jin takes Kazuya's hand and pulls him up. Kazuya crawls off Koki and ends up beside Jin sitting on his haunches, knees on the chest and face so close to Jin's that Jin got to wondering why Koki's got a humongous crush on Kazuya because the boy isn't all that attractive except for those brown eyes that has got that oomph that kinda' stuns and lips that one can probably chew on for a whole day.
Then, Kazuya raises his beer but he was so close to Jin, it hits the latter's chin. Jin's eyes got watery all over again. And as Kazuya laughs at his pain, Jin thinks, Hell, Koki can have him chewable lips and all, because really the boy's such a pain. Recovering and praying he survives the night, Jin realizes Kazuya was mumbling something. “What?” he snarls.
“I'm asking what's your take on having sex with a guy.”
And Jin sits there stunned, because he doesn't know where the question came from. He thinks maybe Kazuya was asking him to have sex and he's suddenly trying to come up with a million reasons to reject his band mate because he really doesn't like him that way. It's just that the head on his shoulders is repeatedly being overruled by the head between his thighs that’s screaming “YEAH! YEAH!”
Just to be sure, Jin asks, “Are you proposing?”
Kazuya's eyes glittered for a while then he falls back laughing and once again lands on Koki. His legs spring out from under him and hit Jin's face before landing with a thud on Jin's lap. Wincing from the double-whammy, Jin thinks if he ever agrees to have sex with Kazuya - which he won't - he'll make sure the guy isn't drunk because being physically close to a drunk Kazuya is just painful.
“What's so funny?” It was Maru. He had been engaged in serious discussion about climate change with Ueda but, seeing his band mates laughing like crazy, decides to join them in what seems to be a more fitting topic given that they're drunk.
Kazuya, head on Koki's lap trains his eyes at Maru. “What's your take on having sex with a guy?” he asks.
Realizing that Kazuya was not actually proposing to him but taking a survey on his band mates' sexual preference, Jin feels disappointed. Not that he was going to take up Kazuya's proposal, if it was which it wasn't. Jin thinks he is just disappointed that he doesn't get to reject Kazuya. Yeah, that's why he's disappointed, Jin affirms to himself.
“I'm okay with it. It's just not my cup of tea,” Maru replies at Kazuya's question.
“Yeah, I agree,” Ueda joins in. “It's the uke/seme thing that bothers me,” he adds.
“What do you mean?” Kazuya asks, trying to sit up.
“I mean, there are non-penetrative ways for men to have sex with other men,” Ueda replies.
“Non-penetrative,” Kazuya echoes while Jin takes his hand to help him up. “Why should it be non-penetrative?”
Ueda pushes Kayuza aside towards Jin to give room on the couch for himself. “It's egalitarian. It's politically-correct,” he says.
“Politically-correct?” Koki interjects as he tries to keep himself from slipping off the couch. “Are we talking about fucking or running for the parliament?”
“What's the diff?” Maru says, squeezing himself between Ueda and Koki. “In both, someone always gets screwed.” They all laugh but Jin doesn't laugh as hard because he thinks his couch will give in from the shaking and Kazuya's knees are digging up his ribcage.
“Hey you know what?” Koki says and everyone turns to look at him. “I'm an old fashioned guy.” Ueda raises an eyebrow at him. “I'm kinda' traditional and I think a fuck should always involve a fucker and a fuckee even between men.” Ueda smirks at him and face-palms him. The rest starts laughing again and Kazuya's knees dig deeper into Jin and his bare feet sliding under Jin's thigh. It's making Jin pretty uncomfortable so he pulls Kazuya over and makes the youngest sit on the armrest on his other side.
“Why are we talking about male on male sex?” Maru asks once the laughter dies down to a simmer. “And where the hell is Junno?”
“Because Kazuya's latest tryst was with a male masseuse,” Koki offers then adds, “This is Junno.” He kicks a long hump under Jin's rug. The hump grunts.
“You had sex with a male masseuse?” Maru asks.
“No!” Kazuya protests and lunges forward towards Jin's shoulder. “I went for a whole body massage,” he says and draws back and overestimates, almost falling off the couch if Jin wasn't quick enough to catch him. Jin steadies Kazuya by winding an arm around the younger man's waist. “It's just my cock happens to be a part of my body,” Kazuya concludes and he starts shaking from laughter and Jin is finding it hard to hold on to him.
“You are one horny bastard, Kamenashi,” Jin remarks and pulls the guy off the armrest and lets him sit on his lap instead.
“Yeah,” Kazuya agrees, smiling, looking at Jin. Jin feels his face flush and thinks it's because he has had too much drink and not because Kazuya's butt presses on his crotch.
♥
"Stop moving, Jin,” Kazuya says. “The bed's going to cave in!”
Jin hisses at him to shut up.
Kazuya holds tighter to the brass headboard to steady himself. “I said stop moving!” he yells.
Jin very nearly chokes the younger man on the mattress because his head's hurting like hell. “Shut up!”
Kazuya changes ploy and, this time, pleads for Jin to stop moving.
“Jin, what are you doing?” Maru asks.
Jin grits his teeth, thinking what a manipulative little piece of shit Kazuya is, knowing exactly how to act to get their band mates' sympathy. “I'm not doing anything!” Jin yells to the floor where Maru lies.
“Oh, please. Not when I'm on the same bed,” Koki groans and Jin realizes the rapper is in fact snuggled on the other side of Kazuya.
“Then get off!” Jin pushes Koki off the bed. Maru grunts when Koki lands on him.
“Please, Jin. Stop moving,” Kazuya pleads again.
“I'm not moving stupid! You're drunk as shit!” Jin glares at Kazuya lying on his belly, sprawled out and hogging his bed. Jin manages to lie on his side on the few inches of space left, wondering whatever did he do to deserve such band mates because after he lets them drain his whole alcohol stash and they're too wasted to go home, they insist on sleeping in his room. In the meantime, someone is puking in his bathroom and another one is snoring.
Jin lies there, facing Kazuya until Junno comes out of the bathroom looking relieved and thanking Jin for letting him borrow his toothbrush (again, Jin asks whatever did he do to deserve such band mates).
Soon, all Jin can hear were snores. They all snore. Having spent so many nights with all of them, Jin knows they all snore. Except Kazuya isn't snoring and Jin thinks maybe because Kazuya is too wasted.
Kazuya's eyes are closed and Jin wonders if he is really asleep. He stares at his face, thinking Kazuya isn't all that bad and kinda' amusing when drunk and not being all idol-y. And when he looks near enough, Kazuya can be pretty. But he isn't going to be fooled by that sleeping pretty face. He will keep watch lest Kazuya starts retching.
Jin inches his face nearer the other man's and whispers, “Throw up on my bed and I'll throw you out the window, Kamenashi.”
A few minutes later, assured Kazuya is really asleep, Jin closes his eyes but he can still see Kazuya behind his closed lids and he thinks it is because he had been staring at him for too long. It's that way when he plays too much video game. Although Kazuya's face is a much better imprint to lull him to sleep than his virtual opponents.
“It was.”
Jin's eyes snap open. Who the hell said that? Kazuya's still asleep and Jin can hear four different kinds of snores coming from the floor. Shit! Drunken mind's playing tricks on me, Jin thinks. He closes his eyes once more.
“It was.”
Jin's eyes open and catches Kazuya's lips moving. Kazuya's talking. He's talking in his sleep! Jin finds it amusing and wonders if Kazuya will dish out intimate secrets while sleep talking, so he asks, “It was what?”
“A proposal” came Kazuya's reply then he slowly opens his eyes and stares straight at Jin. “It was a proposal.”
Jin stares back at Kazuya's brown eyes and was lost in them while thinking what the hell the younger man was saying. Then Jin's mind goes on rewind - the way it does in one of those avant-garde movies where flashbacks are shown through fast rewinds of the scenes - and he sees the both of them a few hours ago on his couch and Kazuya was asking him his take on having sex with a guy and he asked back if Kazuya was proposing. Then Jin's mind went fast forward and he's lying on his bed again beside Kazuya who was still looking at him.
So it was a proposal after all! Jin suddenly feels excited. Not because Kazuya proposed to him but because he will finally get the chance to reject Kazuya. Jin smiles, ready to deliver his heartbreaking “I'm sorry but I don't like you” but when he opens his mouth he realizes their faces are so near each other, he can just pucker his lips and they would be kissing. So he did.
Jin feels the kiss different, tasting like alcohol - kinda' bitter - but also sweet. Kinda' like rhum-flavored dark chocolate. And Kazuya's lips feel like gummy candy and his tongue like marshmallow.
He knows he said he will reject Kazuya and he will. In a minute. It's just he thinks kissing Kazuya feels like being a kid in a candy store and who is he to deny the child in him?
In a while Jin reminds himself that he's not into Kazuya so he moves his hand and places it on Kazuya's chest intending to push the other man away. But his hand doesn't push. Instead it glides down and Jin is thinking Dear god, I hope we can keep quiet.
♥
Jin takes a deep breath. He has to end it. There's just no way they can go on like that. Not that he's afraid it will get out of hand or something. It was just a one-time thing. They were both drunk and horny and everyone else is fast asleep and what was Jin to do when a hot young man is on his bed and said hot young man earlier kinda' asked him to have sex with him? Any hot-blooded man would do as Jin did. And it wasn't like he wasn't in control then. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was quickly fumbling with clothes and body parts not because he was too excited but because they had to hurry before their band mates wake up. Yep, Jin knows he was in full control and he knows he even managed to not moan so loud. Jin's sure of that and knows there's some other reason why his other band mates were leering at him when he woke up the following morning and not because they heard him scream Kazuya's name when he came in Kazuya's hand.
So anyway, that was just that. They had a go at it and it will not happen again. In fact, he invited the younger man over not for a romp but to gently turn him down. To tell him that the drunken tryst is not to happen again. But they had dinner first because Jin thinks it's unkind to reject Kazuya in an empty stomach. Then, of course, they kissed. Jin considers it their last kiss so he gave it his all including a few groping here and there. He wasn't the least bit disappointed when Kazuya broke off the kiss to answer a phone call. And no, he wasn't pissed that the call seemed to have taken forever because really he has better things to do. Like play video games.
Jin remains determined to tell Kazuya that they should just stay the way they are. It isn't like Kazuya's so irresistible. In fact, Kazuya is beside him, half-reclining on the couch, and Jin can continue playing his game and not notice that Kazuya's button-down shirt is wide open revealing a smooth expanse of chest, taut pink nipples, flat belly and a curved waist any girl would die to have. No, Jin didn't notice any of that because he is control and when he wants to play video games, he will play video games no matter what Kazuya does.
Jin knows the reason why he's suddenly short of breath is because he has reached that exciting level on the game and not because he's hearing the sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper unzipping and the rustle of jeans. He isn't the least bit distracted when said pair of jeans land on the floor followed by a pair of black boxer briefs then a foot with toenails painted black slides down the edge of the couch and steps on the discarded clothing.
Jin knows the crick on his neck is because he gets really tense when playing and not from keeping himself from looking at Kazuya because he isn't at all thinking how wanton Kazuya possibly looks right there beside him in all naked glory. Jin bites the inside of his bottom lip because his darn virtual opponent is quite difficult to defeat and not because he can see from the corner of his eye that Kazuya's arm is moving and Jin knows exactly what the younger man is doing.
Fuck it! And Jin throws the portable video console he's holding. He takes a deep breath and, fully intending to tell Kazuya to stop because he's just not in the mood, he turns around and... Oh Jesus god!
Okay, just one more. Jin knows one more won't hurt and he's completely on top of things and top is good. Jin shakes his head. He is still in full control. It isn't because he had lost it that he doesn't take off his clothes and just unzips his pants and pushes it down to his hips. Really, he could have taken his own sweet time but he thinks maybe Kazuya - horny bastard that he is - cannot wait anymore. Even if the younger man was just lying there, eyes gleaming, wet lips turned up in a sly smile, Jin can tell Kazuya's just dying to have him.
Jin knows Kazuya's just playing it coy when the younger man folds in his bended knee to keep Jin from lunging. And it isn't like Jin isn't thinking at all and has forgotten he has to prepare the younger man. He is just testing if Kazuya forgot.
And just because there's condoms and lube stashed inside the candy dish on his center table doesn't mean he was expecting he and Kazuya were going to go at it on the couch in the living room. He's just always prepared that way.
When Jin flicks open the tube cap, he thinks he should stop playing video games too much because its making his fingers shaky although shaky fingers can also be good because it looks like Kazuya's enjoying having them inside and, yeah, shaky fingers add a certain zing when he lubes himself.
Still, Jin's in full control. He's totally in control. He is not all on the verge of losing his sanity looking at Kazuya twitching and making all those sexy sounds. And it wasn't because he was totally lost that he plunged in and only belatedly realizes that the damn condom is still in the candy dish. He just honestly forgot.
And when he sees Kazuya's eyes widen seeing him go straight inside unprotected and Kazuya mutters a murderous “Shit”, Jin says “It isn't like you'll get pregnant.” Although when it came out of his mouth, it sounded like “It... it... isn't... Jesus... you know... fuck... shit...oh god, Kazuya!”
♥
Jin wants to gorge out Yamapi's eyes because his best friend has been staring at him since he arrived and it's unnerving him. He had asked why but Pi just sits there, slurping on a fruit juice staring at him so he sips his own Coke and stares back until Ryo comes back from the washroom and sits back at their table.
Yamapi finally lets go of the red tube straw and asks Jin, “Who is she?”
Jin lets go of his own drink. “What?”
“What's her name?” Pi asks, leaning forward.
Jin frowns. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Ryo leans forward, too, and stares at Jin the way Pi does and Jin wants to just bonk their heads together. Then Ryo looks at Pi and nods. “Yep, he's definitely getting some,” the dark-haired guy says.
Jin is getting annoyed at the two. “Getting some what?”
Pi smiles knowingly. “Come on. Cough it up, Akanishi. Who is she?”
And with the way Pi is smiling, Jin realizes what they are talking about. “There is no she!” he replies firmly. Yamapi looks at him warily, unbelieving. Jin holds the stare. He isn't lying. He won't lie to Yamapi because his best friend can tell anyway. And really, he's not lying because there really is no she.
Pi smiles. “A he then?”
Goddamn, Pi!
And before Jin can answer, Ryo, nodding his head, says, “It's a he. He hesitated.”
“I didn't hesitate!” Jin protests. “He cut me off!” he tells Pi while pointing at Ryo.
Pi ignores the protest and raises an eyebrow. “Interesting! Do we know him?”
“Of course, we know him,” Ryo interrupts once again. “We know all the he Jin knows.”
Pi's eyes gleams. “So who is he?” Pi immediately asks before Jin can put in a word.
Jin smirks thinking there is no way the two scums in front of him will ever know because he's sure as hell won't tell. And it's not like there's anything to tell. “I don't know what you're talking about,” Jin says.
“Is it one of your band mates?” Yamapi asks.
“No,” Jin quickly replies lest he be accused of hesitating.
“It is,” Ryo says. He turns to Pi and adds, “He answered too quickly.”
Aaargh!
Yamapi turns to Ryo. “Definitely not Nakamaru. Yuichi's straight.”
Ryo nods at Pi. “Not Tat-chan. He's not straight but he's mine,” he says.
Jin glares at Ryo.
“Koki wouldn't touch Jin if Jin's the only other person on earth,” Yamapi offers, still looking at Ryo.
“Same here,” Jin interjects. Like he would have anything to do with that trying hard to be cool rapper.
“And it's not Junno either because that's just wrong,” Ryo says, shaking his head.
“Well maybe it's none of them because there is no one,” Jin says, annoyed that the two are talking as if he isn't around.
Yamapi and Ryo look at Jin then at each other. Yamapi turns back to Jin. Smiling, he asks, “So how is he?”
“How is who?”
“Kazuya. How is he?” Yamapi says, leering. “Is he as hot in bed as I imagine him to be?”
“You imagine Kazuya in bed?” Jin asks, and then recovering, adds, “I have no idea what you're talking about.” Jin immediately sips on his drink.
Ryo leans back and drapes an arm on the backrest. “Since when have you been fuck buddies?”
Jin chokes on his drink. “We are not fuck buddies!”
“Oh. So you're more than that?” It was Yamapi.
Jin rolls his eyes then he knocks his forehead repeatedly on the table. Jesus! What did I do to deserve such friends! He lets his head rest on the table for a while and while at it decided he might as well fess up and make things clear. He and Kazuya enjoy each other but that's it. Nothing more. Jin lifts up his head. “Okay, fine. We are fuck buddies but that's all there is to it.”
The two other men's expressions remain unchanged - Ryo's unreadable, Yamapi's glowing in mischievous delight.
Jin takes a deep breath knowing he needs to explain further. He wouldn't want his friends to misinterpret what he and Kazuya have. “It's nothing. It's just convenient because anyway we're together most of the time as band mates. It's not like I pine for him when he's not around.”
“Uh-huh,” Ryo flatly says. “So your phone's sent messages folder is 90 percent for Kazuya and the last ten calls are to him as well.”
Jin is stunned silent. He gropes in his pants and feels his phone is still in his pocket and wonders how the hell Ryo can tell. “As I said, we work together. We communicate a lot,” he explains.
Yamapi turns to Ryo. “I think it's nice, being all giddy and stuff.” He turns to Jin. “You know, you suddenly find yourself singing mushy love songs...”
Jin sits there, fuming because he is not giddy about Kazuya and “Can't Take My Eyes Off You” isn't mushy at all. “Look, I don't know where you get your ideas but I'm not in love with Kazuya. He's a skanky idol who thinks highly of himself. He's a weird neat-freak and I cannot, for the life of me, imagine I can live with someone who is painfully obsessed with perfection.”
Yamapi and Ryo are quiet. They stare at Jin and Jin smiles smugly at them, thinking he has successfully delivered his short convincing rant.
“So,” Ryo starts. “You have thought of moving in with him, huh?”
“Yeah,” Pi says ruefully. “It's definitely love when you see all his flaws and you still think you cannot live without him.”
Jin sits there. Silent. He's not in love with Kazuya. There is no way in hell he is. Pi and Ryo are obviously delusional.
“Kamenashi Jin,” Pi says, rolling the name in his mouth. “It's got a nice ring to it.”
“Hah!” Jin scoffs. “That would be Akanishi Kazuya,” he corrected.
Ryo finally smiles. Yamapi laughs. Jin is stunned silent.
♥
“You're hot,” Kazuya says.
Jin feels his face flush. “Thanks,” he says. He knows he is but it's kinda' embarrassing to hear it and made him feel uncomfortable. He thinks Kazuya maybe developing certain feelings for him.
Kazuya chuckles and glides his palm from Jin's forehead to pinch Jin's nose. “I mean, I think you're running a fever.”
“Oh,” Jin says.
“But you're also hot that way,” Kazuya says and Jin stares up to the smiling face and he thinks he may have upper respiratory infection because he is finding it hard to breathe. Kazuya bends down and plants a kiss on Jin. “I'll make soup,” Kazuya says.
Jin lies there on his bed, watches Kazuya leave the room and he tries to stop smiling because there's really nothing to smile about just because Kazuya's being nice and all. Jin reminds himself that the younger man is still the same stuck-up diva band mate he knows. And even when not at work, Kazuya can be really such a pain and it just drives Jin nuts.
Jin thinks it's just fine that everything used for food is in the kitchen and it doesn't matter that he has to open all drawers and cabinets and the refrigerator to find the can opener. But not with Kazuya. Kazuya thinks glassware, chinaware and silverware should be stored separately and smirks when Jin says, “They have the same last name. They're family and family likes hanging out together.”
And it just gets on Jin's nerves when Kazuya cooks and nitpicks on the ingredients. For the life of him, Jin cannot understand how an olive oil can be virgin, much less, extra virgin.
Jin also finds it bothersome that whenever Kazuya sleeps over, he finds himself waking up earlier with heavy limbs all over him and he cannot move so he just lies there and stares at Kazuya's face until the latter wakes up.
Yes, Kazuya definitely is such a pain to have around and there's just no way he's falling in love with him even if the thing between him and Kazuya has been going on for quite a while (four months, two weeks and three days to be exact. Not that he's counting). No, siree! Yamapi and Ryo are sorely mistaken.
It's just that Jin appreciates having someone around because he feels he may be suffering from some unknown disease. Lately he's been feeling a certain dull ache in his chest. He's been meaning to tell Kazuya about it but whenever he feels that the younger man is always in some godforsaken town outside Tokyo doing god-knows-what. And Jin forgets about it when Kazuya's around because the pain just disappears. Jin has no idea what triggers the damn symptom.
He's getting palpitations, too. Like that very minute when Kazuya appears in his room carrying a bowl of soup and instead of placing the soup on the table, to Jin's surprise, Kazuya gets on the bed and straddles him and starts feeding him.
“Is it too hot?” Kazuya asks. Jin nods and watches as Kazuya purses his lips and blows on the soup and Jin thinks it just got hotter because he isn't referring to the soup. And he's really feeling weird somewhere inside him and it possibly shows on his face because Kazuya looked worried and asks,
“Are you getting heartburn?”
Jin places a hand on his chest and stares intently at Kazuya. "My heart? My heart's beating really fast," he says, his voice sounding all breathy. Jin doesn't understand why that made the faintest of blush appear on Kazuya's cheeks.
“Heartburn is not really a heart problem. It's a stomach problem,” Kazuya corrects, smiling and eyes glinting as if he knows something Jin doesn't.
And that's one other thing Jin hates about Kazuya that the younger man always acts like he knows better. It just pisses him off! “Well then, I don't have heartburn!” Jin grumbles.
“Okay,” Kazuya says and Jin hates that he sounded patronizing. Then Kazuya moves ever so slightly on Jin's lap and teasingly says, “But I do know what you have though.”
And Jin forgot what it was he was thinking he hates because his fever is getting worse and is mostly concentrated in his groin area. So Jin grabs the bowl and slurps the soup straight and he doesn't even remember if he placed the bowl on the bedside table or dropped it on the floor. All he knows is that he's burning up and something should be done about it quick or the fever will go to his head and he'll convulse and die and he knows this because he watches medical drama. And he says this all to Kazuya, who watches medical dramas, too, and knows exactly what to do.
As Jin slides down to lie flat on the bed, he gets to thinking exactly what medical drama it was he and Kazuya watched where the cure for the patient's illness involved condom and lube administered by a naked doctor. Possibly one of Yamapi's. In any case, it doesn't matter because Jin's fever is just going crazy all over his body - going from his lips, his neck, his chest, his groin or anywhere Kazuya touches and kisses. And when Kazuya assumes the role of a human suppository, Jin knows his temperature is reaching boiling point because it took about twenty strokes and less thrusts from Kazuya and Jin's fever splatters all over.
Spent and barely conscious, Jin watches Kazuya still moving on top of him then Kazuya moans his name and falls breathless on his chest. Jin wraps his arms around Kazuya's back, closes his eyes and allows himself to drift off.
I love you.
Jin's eyes snap open. “What did you say?”
“Hmm” is all Kazuya can utter while still panting and Jin feels short, hallow breaths blowing on his neck.
“What did you say?” Jin asks again, suddenly fully conscious.
Kazuya continues to catch his breath then, after a while, says in between heavy breaths, “I didn't say anything.”
“Then who said that?”
Kazuya draws his face away from Jin's shoulder and looks at Jin. “Who said what?”
Jin stares at Kazuya and he knows it wasn't Kazuya who said it, that no one actually said it. Jin thinks he just must be delirious because there's just no way would he think that because there's just no way he's... No way!
♥
There's just no way.
Jin doesn't doubt it. Not one bit. He's not in love with Kazuya. In fact, he wasn't at all excited that Kazuya asked him to come over the latter's apartment. And not because he sensed something in Kazuya's tone that forebodes something possibly dreadful. There's nothing Kazuya can say that can make him fall apart.
It must be the soy sauce, Jin thinks, when his stomach churns as he and Kazuya silently eat the take out Chinese food he brought. Jin makes a mental note that he'll go back to that shop and ask the cook not use too much monosodium glutamate because it's giving him palpitations again. And it's probably also the reason why Kazuya's unusually quiet and there's a grim expression on his face.
“So, how was your day?” Jin asks because he hates eating in complete silence. He might as well eat alone.
“S'kay,” Kazuya replies and continues picking on his fried rice. And they were completely silent again.
It takes Jin a full two minutes and he just can't stand it anymore, so he turns to Kazuya and asks, “Is there something you wanna say to me?”
Kazuya's stops fiddling with his chopsticks but continues to stare at his food and not look at Jin. “I think...” he starts then stops.
Kazuya didn't need to continue because Jin knows what the other man wants to say. He just knows. And he thinks good riddance. It's just the damn dumpling he's eating is probably spoiled because his stomach is all queasy and his heart feels like it is being squeezed by a vise grip.
“Do you want out?” Kazuya asks.
But Jin's finding it hard to comprehend because he thinks the dumpling's not just spoiled, it is probably laced with cyanide because his mind just went blank and he is finding it hard to breathe. Yes, Jin thinks he's dying and before he does, he just wants to know one thing. “Do you want out?” he asks back.
Kazuya finally looks up and at Jin. Jin stares into the younger man's eyes, knowing it will be the last thing he'll see before his life ends because he is no longer breathing. Kazuya just stares for a good full minute and Jin feels he's turning blue from lack of oxygen. When Kazuya finally opens his mouth and says “No, I don't want out,” a gust of air suddenly sweeps through Jin and he's breathing again.
“Okay,” he says. The dimsum isn't poisoned. It's not even spoiled. Maybe just the first piece he ate because the one he's chewing currently taste a whole lot better. Although it's probably laced with steroids because it's making him agitated and he's trying to calm himself by repeatedly stabbing with chopsticks the noodles in the box until it turned into mush. Still, it didn't do him any good and before he can stop himself, he drops the noodle box on the table and smacks the side of Kazuya's head with the base of his palm.
Kazuya yelps then stares at Jin wide-eyed. “What the hell...”
“Don't you dare fucking break up with me because I swear, if you do, these chopsticks will go straight in your eyes,” Jin says and for a good measure, he brandishes the chopsticks in front of Kazuya's shocked face.
Kazuya stares at Jin, mouth partly open, looking like he thinks Jin has lost it. Then his right eyebrow arches, his eyes crinkles and his lips twitches a little in a half-amused, half-mocking smile then he turns back to picking his food and says, “Well, if you put it that way, I guess I'm not breaking up with you. I kinda' like my eyes.”
Jin falls quiet. He cannot understand what exactly just transpired expect that he's feeling okay though he regrets putting too much darn chilli in his noodles because it's too damn hot and it's making his eyes water and his chest burn and he sniffs.
“Are your crying?” Kazuya asks.
“Fuck no! Why would I cry?”
“I'm sorry...”
“I said I'm not crying.” Goddammit! The fucking chilli’s even making Jin's voice break.
“It's just that I think...” Kazuya starts. “I think I'm falling in love with you...”
Jin sniffs a good hard sniff and he looks out the window and wonders if there's a festival somewhere because he's pretty sure he can see fireworks. And fireworks always make him all kinds of happy.
♥
It's pissing him off. Because there he was lounging about, drinking his second cup of coffee that morning and waiting for his mind to finally click with his body and thinking what better way to get some adrenaline rush than watching Crank.
Kazuya had been up possibly since pre-dawn and had been puttering around the house. Jin has no idea what he was doing except he was coming in and outside. Jin can tell because he hears the screen door creaking open and slamming shut intermittently. The sound grates on his brain so Jin tries not to notice.
“Jin, have you seen my wrench?”
“It's in your toolbox,” Jin says while his eyes remain glued at the TV because Jesus! Chev and his girl are going at it in the middle of China Town!
“It's not.”
“Then I don't know,” Jin says. Without having to look, he can tell Kazuya smirked.
“You borrowed it the other day. You said you were going to fix the faucet outside.”
Jesus, Chev! You couldn't get it up? “
"Jin..."
Gritting his teeth, Jin finally looks at Kazuya intending to lash out that he doesn't know where the fuck the wrench is and he doesn't remember borrowing it much less volunteering to fix the faucet. But when Jin looked he sees Kazuya is wearing an old white muscle shirt and an equally old pair of jeans ripped at the knees and had sloppily tied his hair by the nape and he's holding a steel pipe in one hand and a tube of super glue or something in the other. Kazuya, the plumber. Jin breaks into a smile.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to mess with my tools?”
Jin's smile widens. “Oh yeah? I thought you like me messing with your tools?” he says and gives Kazuya his rock star wink. It didn't work. Possibly because his hair is still sticking out all over his head.
Kazuya's eyes narrow just a little and his lips twitches then he turns and leaves, slamming the screen door behind him.
Jin shrugs and goes back to watching Crank. Mornings like these are rare gems in his current life. Mornings coming after a good night’s sleep and Jin don’t jump up from bed and take a cold shower to bring him to life. Mornings that Jin doesn't have to brush his teeth (dragon breath, Kazuya calls it) and he gets to drink two cups of coffee in their home.
The screen door opens once again. This time Kazuya is wearing soiled rubber gloves in his hands and holding garden scissors. “Have you had breakfast?” he asks.
Jin nods. It was okonimiyaki. Jin slathered it with tons of mayonnaise the way Kazuya hates it. He ate his share and finished off Kazuya's left-over.
Jin hears the door open and close again. Then again after five minutes.
“Will you do the dishes?”
“Yeah.”
Kazuya leaves and comes back not two minutes later. “Have you done the dishes?”
”No.”
“Why not?”
Jin wants to pull his hair and scream “Because Chev's getting a blow job while in a car chase!” Instead, Jin says, “Later.”
When he doesn't hear the door open and he knows Kazuya's standing a few feet away from him, waiting for him to move, Jin just lost it. Fuck it! Jin grabs the DVD player's remote control and repeatedly pushes the “stop” button. The television screen goes blue and Jin doesn't turn it off. The stereo speakers buzzed static. Jin flings the remote control and it bounces off the couch seat and falls on the floor. Fuck! Jin bends over to pick up the remote control and places it on the center table.
He stomps towards the kitchen, walking past Kazuya who was looking at him with an unreadable expression. Well, Jin made sure Kazuya could read his and know that curses were flashing red in his brain in big bold letters.
Jin leans by the sink and silently curses at the dirty dishes, a pot and a pan and a million other cooking utensils Kazuya used for a mere breakfast. Fuck! I just had to up and marry Kazuya “Iron Chef” Kamenashi.
“Are you mad?” the Iron Chef asks.
“No. Why should I be mad?” Indeed why should Jin be mad that on the day he finally gets a fucking day off, his husband decides to play Martha Fucking Stewart and he is his fucking assistant.
Jin squeezes about half of the bottle of the dishwashing liquid soap on the dirty dishes and for a while toyed with the idea of not rinsing it well. But Jin figures, he'd be using the same dishes himself.
He hears the screen door open and shut. He lets himself scowl in full glory and, as he is wont to do, dredged up more reasons to be pissed at Kazuya.
Jin almost broke a plate recalling the past Christmas they spent with his family. Kazuya helped his mom in the kitchen and Jin could hear them chatting and laughing and he would occasionally catch his mom throwing him glances while he drank beer and watch TV and Jin just knew she was thinking how lucky Mrs. Kamenashi is for having a son like Kazuya. And when his dad and brother opened their gifts and they liked it, they turned to Kazuya and thanked him profusely, presuming it was he who chose the gifts. Well, of course, it was Kazuya but they didn't know that and the cards were signed “From Jin and Kazuya.” And just before they went home, Kazuya smiled his pretty smile while he handed out candies to kids in the neighbourhood and all the mothers went “Aah!” and Jin silently went “Aaaarrrrrggghhh!” as he waited for him inside the car.
Jin hears the screen door open and shut again then Kazuya's footsteps behind him. A minute later he hears the faint sound of water spraying and when it stops, Jin knows Kazuya is shampooing his hair. He shampoos his hair first. He likes it really foamy then rinses it before he soaps his body with good old white soap. Yeah, he uses those boring white soaps and not some scented bath gels that Jin used to fantasize lathering all over him. Jin waits for Kazuya to call him but he guesses Kazuya knows he's pretty pissed to take a break from scrubbing pans to scrub a back. Serves him right, Jin thinks, hope he gets zits on that flawless skin of his back.
Jin's finally done with the dishes - perfectly rinsed and dried and stashed in their proper places in the kitchen. He thinks of resuming watching Crank but he is still agitated so he opens the utility closet by the kitchen and takes out the floor polisher. He plugs it in, turns it on and when it starts to whirr, Jin is somehow calmed.
He was done with the living room and already doing the kitchen floor when Kazuya comes out of the bedroom all dressed to go.
“I have a production meeting over lunch,” he says.
Jin replies with a single nod and reins it the temptation to mutter “Good riddance.” He was still too angry to look at Kazuya and it pisses him some more because he really likes looking at Kazuya. He contents himself with subtly inhaling Kazuya's newly-showered scent.
Jin continues to watch the whirring floor polisher and he can see Kazuya's socked feet move and he thinks the other man will walk towards him but does not. “I'll see you later,” Kazuya says and Jin replies with a grunt. Not a minute passed and Jin hears the car leave. Jin takes a deep breath and exhales through his mouth. Fuck! He didn't even kiss me. Not that Jin's in the mood.
So he yanks out from the socket the floor polisher's plug and for a moment he panicked when the electric outlet sparked. He could have started a fire. He could've burned the house down and Jin's damn sure Kazuya would be none too pleased coming home to ashes. Jin laughs at the thought. But if Jin burns together with the house, Kazuya might feel guilty for making him do household chores then going off to work the one day Jin has his day off. And then Jin thinks what if it's the other way around? What if Kazuya drives off feeling guilty for ruining the start of his one day off and is too distracted and doesn't notice the light had turned red and there's a truck coming from his side...
Jin dashes to their bedroom, grabs his phone from the bedside table and calls him. Jin holds his breath when he doesn't answer by the fourth ring. Fifth ring. Sixth ring. Fuck, answer! And he finally does after the seventh ring.
“Yeah?”
And Jin doesn't know what to say. Sorry? For what? For carelessly unplugging the floor polisher which could have caused a fire and burned down the house while I am in it and you'd be miserable because I died hating you for making me do household chores on my day off?
“Jin? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Jin finally say. “Just...just drive carefully, okay?”
There was brief pause and Jin can tell Kazuya has that bewildered look on his face. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Are you coming home for dinner?” And Jin face-palms himself because he sounded like a stay-at-home suburban wife.
“I'm not sure.” Kazuya sounded like a husband trying not to be irked with his clingy stay-at-home suburban wife.
Well, then, fuck you! Jin silently mouths at the phone and Jin clicks the phone shut and throws the damn thing on the bed. Fuck, let him feel guilty. He should be.
♥
Yamapi calls, asking Jin if he wants to hang but Jin says no because he doesn't want to leave the house. And Jin's just too tired because after the call to Kazuya, he vacuumed house then did the laundry and later dusted the furniture and even arranged the CDs and DVDs the way Kazuya does it (CD's on the uppermost shelves and movie DVD's on the following shelves according to genre). And that's how Jin chanced upon their complimentary DVD copy of Cartoon KAT-TUN's Christmas episode where Kazuya was wearing a navy blue jacket atop a blue button down shirt over a white tee paired with a pair of plain khaki pants. His hair was tied the way it was that morning.
Jin saw how he himself looked a little off in that episode because, well, he was tired. And the thing is he was feeling resentful that Kazuya was being seen by the public that way. Everyone can drool over the Kazuya in flamboyant outfits who whores it out during performances. Everyone can have Kazuya, the idol. But the casual Kazuya is his Kazuya. The real Kazuya is his alone.
And he says this to Pi who laughs and says, “You are so in love with Kazuya!”
“Fuck no!” Jin exclaims. “In fact, I'm wondering what the fuck I saw in that skanky idol who tries to make everyone look second-rate.” Jin maintains he is not head over heels with Kazuya. Sure, he's in love with the guy but not so in love no matter that everyone thinks so just because he's forever looking at Kazuya or, when in front of the camera, trying very hard not to look.
Pi teases him that he's acting bitchy because he's not getting any lately. He hasn't but that's because he's too busy with his work and he really is too tired when he gets home. Either that or Kazuya's too tired. So they haven't had any for... A week? Two weeks? Oh fuck! Major testosterone build-up!
Suddenly, Jin feels a hard on coming. He immediately cuts off Pi in the middle of talking about the latest JE idols who took their pairing beyond fan service and says he needs to do something or another and hangs up.
He took from a shelf his favourite framed picture of Kazuya*, perches it on the center table, sits down on the couch and slips his hand inside his sweatpants. No, it's not pathetic. Men have certain physical needs they must attend to. By themselves sometimes.
Jin's almost tempted to call Kazuya but he's probably in the middle of a meeting or a shoot or some other things idols do and Jin doubts he'd appreciate being interrupted just to hear Jin panting and moaning on the phone. They used to do that before especially when one of them is in an out-of-town shoot or some other event that lasted days. Kazuya's the master of dirty talk. That Jin knows. The guy just knows the right thing to say. He knows when Jin's just about to go over the edge and he gets downright filthy. Jin thinks Kazuya ought to write a book on it. Jin's not so bad himself but when Kazuya starts moaning and groaning in response, Jin pretty much loses it and he just breathes heavily which seems to work with Kazuya just fine. One thing's for sure, whether over the phone or live action or even by himself, Jin usually falls immediately asleep right after.
♥
He's home. Kazuya's home and kissing Jin awake. Jin pretends to be still asleep for a while just so Kazuya kisses him some more. Kazuya does but Jin knows the other man knows he is already awake because he can feel the knowing smile on Kazuya's last kiss before drawing away.
Jin opens one eye and then another and he thanks all the heavens above that he gets to wake up most of time and Kazuya's is the first face he sees.
“You've been busy,” Kazuya says, grinning, eyes darting from his framed picture on the table to the stained patch on Jin's sweatpants.
“I'm a desperate housewife,” Jin answers, smiling.
Kazuya murmurs a short laugh and sits on the edge of the couch. He hands something to Jin and Jin takes it and smiles when he sees it’s a DVD of Crank 2. “Sorry about earlier,” Kazuya says. Jin shrugs because he has totally forgotten what it was that pissed him off that morning.
“So, how was your day?” Kazuya asks.
“Great,” Jin answers. “I had fun spending it with you.”
Kazuya looks at Jin with an apologetic smile but Jin wasn't being sarcastic. He did spend the whole day with Kazuya - eating the food Kazuya cooked, cleaning up their house the way Kazuya wants, calling Kazuya when he almost burned up the house, talking to Pi about Kazuya and, finally, wanking off thinking of Kazuya and looking at his picture. So yeah, Jin thinks, he spent the whole day with Kazuya. And the day isn't even over yet.
Jin pulls Kazuya towards him. “You wanna get any?” he asks.
“Hell, yeah,” Kazuya says and winks at him.
Jin laughs thinking he is crazy in love with the skanky idol! When did this happen?
The End
Crank (and Crank 2) is a movie starring Jason Statham (me loves him!)
*Me thinks this is Jin's favorite framed picture of Kazuya. Who can blame him or anyone for that matter? Here
Genre: Humour, Romance
Rating: NC-17 (for the language, certain subject matters and yeah, there's something smutty somewhere *wink*)
Word Count: 8,800+
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies (RPF, owns none of the character, just the plot)
Summary: Akanishi Jin thinks Kamenashi Kazuya is the epitome of an idol and he doesn't like him. Not one bit. Or so he thinks.
A/N: Jin's POV written in third person. Please pardon if there are any lapses especially with the noun-verb agreement in terms of verb tense. It's my grammar Achilles' heel along with the proper use of prepositions (damn prepositions!). And this fic is a Frankenstein of other unfinished fics so the tone and the mood is kinda' inconsistent.
Jin
He took a cold shower. Not that he cannot hold his drink because everyone knows Akanishi Jin is one cool dude and wouldn't be caught dead losing it just because he had one too many drinks. Unlike one certain idol he knows who made news for hassling a taxi driver because he was too drunk to think straight. No, he's definitely not like that idol.
Anyway, he took a shower because his band mates - including the idol he knows - is currently in his living room, emptying his alcohol stash and since he was playing host, albeit unwilling, he has to keep his wits about. He shakes his head and when the ends of his still damp hair hit him, he feels more invigorated. Though when he looks in the mirror he doesn't look it because of the darn dark circles under his eyes. He thinks he needs a break. He's been working too hard these past few months Pi had started calling him Kamenashi Jin. Kamenashi Jin, it makes him chuckle. It's a private joke between him and Pi that whenever they notice one of the JE boys getting thin for working too hard, they surname him Kamenashi. And now he got that surname. Kamenashi Jin indeed. Sounds like he's married to him. Like that would happen, Jin silently scoffed.
Jin steps out of his bedroom and sees the legitimate owner of the last name sitting wedged in the corner of the couch. Kazuya's talking with a beer in one hand and the other hand gesturing the way he always does. Right beside him - half-lying, half-sitting - is Tanaka Koki, eyes glazed and with a silly smile on his face. Koki doesn't look like he was actually listening. But Kazuya doesn't seem to notice or if he does, he's too drunk to care.
Jin walks up to them and sits beside Koki, not that he wants to listen in on what they are talking about. It's just he sees several unconsumed beers on the table and he hates wasting good alcohol especially if he's the one who bought them. So he takes an opened can of beer and takes a swig.
“Yeah. So I don't know what's going on,” Kazuya is saying. “But it just happened.”
“Seriously?” Koki asks. Kazuya's affirmative reply is muffled as he drinks from his can of beer. Koki tries to sit straight but only manages to move his ass back an inch or so and slides down just as much. “So answer me this.” Kazuya expectantly looks on Koki as the latter tries to suppress a drunken giggle. “Do you know rimming?”
The beer got caught in Jin's throat and detoured up his nose. Fuck! That hurts! And he doesn't know if Kazuya is laughing at him because he's choking or because of Koki's question. Jin's eyes water while beer drizzles down his nose and he hears Kazuya laughing and saying “Yeah...yeah.”
“Oh fuck!” Koki exclaims and he, too, starts laughing out loud. “That's disgusting, Kame!”
Fucking band mates! Jin thinks. He wipes his nose with the collar of his shirt. I could be dying and Koki couldn’t care less because it is far more important for him to act all amused and flirty with Kazuya.
“Fuck you. I didn't say I've done it. You just asked if I know and I do,” Kazuya says, laughing. He repeatedly kicks Koki's hip until the rapper tilts towards Jin who is glaring because Kazuya is not only oblivious to the fact that Jin almost died but also because the younger man is laughing so hard and Jin thinks Kazuya is going to spill beer over his couch not to mention that he's falling on top of Koki.
So Jin takes Kazuya's hand and pulls him up. Kazuya crawls off Koki and ends up beside Jin sitting on his haunches, knees on the chest and face so close to Jin's that Jin got to wondering why Koki's got a humongous crush on Kazuya because the boy isn't all that attractive except for those brown eyes that has got that oomph that kinda' stuns and lips that one can probably chew on for a whole day.
Then, Kazuya raises his beer but he was so close to Jin, it hits the latter's chin. Jin's eyes got watery all over again. And as Kazuya laughs at his pain, Jin thinks, Hell, Koki can have him chewable lips and all, because really the boy's such a pain. Recovering and praying he survives the night, Jin realizes Kazuya was mumbling something. “What?” he snarls.
“I'm asking what's your take on having sex with a guy.”
And Jin sits there stunned, because he doesn't know where the question came from. He thinks maybe Kazuya was asking him to have sex and he's suddenly trying to come up with a million reasons to reject his band mate because he really doesn't like him that way. It's just that the head on his shoulders is repeatedly being overruled by the head between his thighs that’s screaming “YEAH! YEAH!”
Just to be sure, Jin asks, “Are you proposing?”
Kazuya's eyes glittered for a while then he falls back laughing and once again lands on Koki. His legs spring out from under him and hit Jin's face before landing with a thud on Jin's lap. Wincing from the double-whammy, Jin thinks if he ever agrees to have sex with Kazuya - which he won't - he'll make sure the guy isn't drunk because being physically close to a drunk Kazuya is just painful.
“What's so funny?” It was Maru. He had been engaged in serious discussion about climate change with Ueda but, seeing his band mates laughing like crazy, decides to join them in what seems to be a more fitting topic given that they're drunk.
Kazuya, head on Koki's lap trains his eyes at Maru. “What's your take on having sex with a guy?” he asks.
Realizing that Kazuya was not actually proposing to him but taking a survey on his band mates' sexual preference, Jin feels disappointed. Not that he was going to take up Kazuya's proposal, if it was which it wasn't. Jin thinks he is just disappointed that he doesn't get to reject Kazuya. Yeah, that's why he's disappointed, Jin affirms to himself.
“I'm okay with it. It's just not my cup of tea,” Maru replies at Kazuya's question.
“Yeah, I agree,” Ueda joins in. “It's the uke/seme thing that bothers me,” he adds.
“What do you mean?” Kazuya asks, trying to sit up.
“I mean, there are non-penetrative ways for men to have sex with other men,” Ueda replies.
“Non-penetrative,” Kazuya echoes while Jin takes his hand to help him up. “Why should it be non-penetrative?”
Ueda pushes Kayuza aside towards Jin to give room on the couch for himself. “It's egalitarian. It's politically-correct,” he says.
“Politically-correct?” Koki interjects as he tries to keep himself from slipping off the couch. “Are we talking about fucking or running for the parliament?”
“What's the diff?” Maru says, squeezing himself between Ueda and Koki. “In both, someone always gets screwed.” They all laugh but Jin doesn't laugh as hard because he thinks his couch will give in from the shaking and Kazuya's knees are digging up his ribcage.
“Hey you know what?” Koki says and everyone turns to look at him. “I'm an old fashioned guy.” Ueda raises an eyebrow at him. “I'm kinda' traditional and I think a fuck should always involve a fucker and a fuckee even between men.” Ueda smirks at him and face-palms him. The rest starts laughing again and Kazuya's knees dig deeper into Jin and his bare feet sliding under Jin's thigh. It's making Jin pretty uncomfortable so he pulls Kazuya over and makes the youngest sit on the armrest on his other side.
“Why are we talking about male on male sex?” Maru asks once the laughter dies down to a simmer. “And where the hell is Junno?”
“Because Kazuya's latest tryst was with a male masseuse,” Koki offers then adds, “This is Junno.” He kicks a long hump under Jin's rug. The hump grunts.
“You had sex with a male masseuse?” Maru asks.
“No!” Kazuya protests and lunges forward towards Jin's shoulder. “I went for a whole body massage,” he says and draws back and overestimates, almost falling off the couch if Jin wasn't quick enough to catch him. Jin steadies Kazuya by winding an arm around the younger man's waist. “It's just my cock happens to be a part of my body,” Kazuya concludes and he starts shaking from laughter and Jin is finding it hard to hold on to him.
“You are one horny bastard, Kamenashi,” Jin remarks and pulls the guy off the armrest and lets him sit on his lap instead.
“Yeah,” Kazuya agrees, smiling, looking at Jin. Jin feels his face flush and thinks it's because he has had too much drink and not because Kazuya's butt presses on his crotch.
♥
"Stop moving, Jin,” Kazuya says. “The bed's going to cave in!”
Jin hisses at him to shut up.
Kazuya holds tighter to the brass headboard to steady himself. “I said stop moving!” he yells.
Jin very nearly chokes the younger man on the mattress because his head's hurting like hell. “Shut up!”
Kazuya changes ploy and, this time, pleads for Jin to stop moving.
“Jin, what are you doing?” Maru asks.
Jin grits his teeth, thinking what a manipulative little piece of shit Kazuya is, knowing exactly how to act to get their band mates' sympathy. “I'm not doing anything!” Jin yells to the floor where Maru lies.
“Oh, please. Not when I'm on the same bed,” Koki groans and Jin realizes the rapper is in fact snuggled on the other side of Kazuya.
“Then get off!” Jin pushes Koki off the bed. Maru grunts when Koki lands on him.
“Please, Jin. Stop moving,” Kazuya pleads again.
“I'm not moving stupid! You're drunk as shit!” Jin glares at Kazuya lying on his belly, sprawled out and hogging his bed. Jin manages to lie on his side on the few inches of space left, wondering whatever did he do to deserve such band mates because after he lets them drain his whole alcohol stash and they're too wasted to go home, they insist on sleeping in his room. In the meantime, someone is puking in his bathroom and another one is snoring.
Jin lies there, facing Kazuya until Junno comes out of the bathroom looking relieved and thanking Jin for letting him borrow his toothbrush (again, Jin asks whatever did he do to deserve such band mates).
Soon, all Jin can hear were snores. They all snore. Having spent so many nights with all of them, Jin knows they all snore. Except Kazuya isn't snoring and Jin thinks maybe because Kazuya is too wasted.
Kazuya's eyes are closed and Jin wonders if he is really asleep. He stares at his face, thinking Kazuya isn't all that bad and kinda' amusing when drunk and not being all idol-y. And when he looks near enough, Kazuya can be pretty. But he isn't going to be fooled by that sleeping pretty face. He will keep watch lest Kazuya starts retching.
Jin inches his face nearer the other man's and whispers, “Throw up on my bed and I'll throw you out the window, Kamenashi.”
A few minutes later, assured Kazuya is really asleep, Jin closes his eyes but he can still see Kazuya behind his closed lids and he thinks it is because he had been staring at him for too long. It's that way when he plays too much video game. Although Kazuya's face is a much better imprint to lull him to sleep than his virtual opponents.
“It was.”
Jin's eyes snap open. Who the hell said that? Kazuya's still asleep and Jin can hear four different kinds of snores coming from the floor. Shit! Drunken mind's playing tricks on me, Jin thinks. He closes his eyes once more.
“It was.”
Jin's eyes open and catches Kazuya's lips moving. Kazuya's talking. He's talking in his sleep! Jin finds it amusing and wonders if Kazuya will dish out intimate secrets while sleep talking, so he asks, “It was what?”
“A proposal” came Kazuya's reply then he slowly opens his eyes and stares straight at Jin. “It was a proposal.”
Jin stares back at Kazuya's brown eyes and was lost in them while thinking what the hell the younger man was saying. Then Jin's mind goes on rewind - the way it does in one of those avant-garde movies where flashbacks are shown through fast rewinds of the scenes - and he sees the both of them a few hours ago on his couch and Kazuya was asking him his take on having sex with a guy and he asked back if Kazuya was proposing. Then Jin's mind went fast forward and he's lying on his bed again beside Kazuya who was still looking at him.
So it was a proposal after all! Jin suddenly feels excited. Not because Kazuya proposed to him but because he will finally get the chance to reject Kazuya. Jin smiles, ready to deliver his heartbreaking “I'm sorry but I don't like you” but when he opens his mouth he realizes their faces are so near each other, he can just pucker his lips and they would be kissing. So he did.
Jin feels the kiss different, tasting like alcohol - kinda' bitter - but also sweet. Kinda' like rhum-flavored dark chocolate. And Kazuya's lips feel like gummy candy and his tongue like marshmallow.
He knows he said he will reject Kazuya and he will. In a minute. It's just he thinks kissing Kazuya feels like being a kid in a candy store and who is he to deny the child in him?
In a while Jin reminds himself that he's not into Kazuya so he moves his hand and places it on Kazuya's chest intending to push the other man away. But his hand doesn't push. Instead it glides down and Jin is thinking Dear god, I hope we can keep quiet.
♥
Jin takes a deep breath. He has to end it. There's just no way they can go on like that. Not that he's afraid it will get out of hand or something. It was just a one-time thing. They were both drunk and horny and everyone else is fast asleep and what was Jin to do when a hot young man is on his bed and said hot young man earlier kinda' asked him to have sex with him? Any hot-blooded man would do as Jin did. And it wasn't like he wasn't in control then. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was quickly fumbling with clothes and body parts not because he was too excited but because they had to hurry before their band mates wake up. Yep, Jin knows he was in full control and he knows he even managed to not moan so loud. Jin's sure of that and knows there's some other reason why his other band mates were leering at him when he woke up the following morning and not because they heard him scream Kazuya's name when he came in Kazuya's hand.
So anyway, that was just that. They had a go at it and it will not happen again. In fact, he invited the younger man over not for a romp but to gently turn him down. To tell him that the drunken tryst is not to happen again. But they had dinner first because Jin thinks it's unkind to reject Kazuya in an empty stomach. Then, of course, they kissed. Jin considers it their last kiss so he gave it his all including a few groping here and there. He wasn't the least bit disappointed when Kazuya broke off the kiss to answer a phone call. And no, he wasn't pissed that the call seemed to have taken forever because really he has better things to do. Like play video games.
Jin remains determined to tell Kazuya that they should just stay the way they are. It isn't like Kazuya's so irresistible. In fact, Kazuya is beside him, half-reclining on the couch, and Jin can continue playing his game and not notice that Kazuya's button-down shirt is wide open revealing a smooth expanse of chest, taut pink nipples, flat belly and a curved waist any girl would die to have. No, Jin didn't notice any of that because he is control and when he wants to play video games, he will play video games no matter what Kazuya does.
Jin knows the reason why he's suddenly short of breath is because he has reached that exciting level on the game and not because he's hearing the sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper unzipping and the rustle of jeans. He isn't the least bit distracted when said pair of jeans land on the floor followed by a pair of black boxer briefs then a foot with toenails painted black slides down the edge of the couch and steps on the discarded clothing.
Jin knows the crick on his neck is because he gets really tense when playing and not from keeping himself from looking at Kazuya because he isn't at all thinking how wanton Kazuya possibly looks right there beside him in all naked glory. Jin bites the inside of his bottom lip because his darn virtual opponent is quite difficult to defeat and not because he can see from the corner of his eye that Kazuya's arm is moving and Jin knows exactly what the younger man is doing.
Fuck it! And Jin throws the portable video console he's holding. He takes a deep breath and, fully intending to tell Kazuya to stop because he's just not in the mood, he turns around and... Oh Jesus god!
Okay, just one more. Jin knows one more won't hurt and he's completely on top of things and top is good. Jin shakes his head. He is still in full control. It isn't because he had lost it that he doesn't take off his clothes and just unzips his pants and pushes it down to his hips. Really, he could have taken his own sweet time but he thinks maybe Kazuya - horny bastard that he is - cannot wait anymore. Even if the younger man was just lying there, eyes gleaming, wet lips turned up in a sly smile, Jin can tell Kazuya's just dying to have him.
Jin knows Kazuya's just playing it coy when the younger man folds in his bended knee to keep Jin from lunging. And it isn't like Jin isn't thinking at all and has forgotten he has to prepare the younger man. He is just testing if Kazuya forgot.
And just because there's condoms and lube stashed inside the candy dish on his center table doesn't mean he was expecting he and Kazuya were going to go at it on the couch in the living room. He's just always prepared that way.
When Jin flicks open the tube cap, he thinks he should stop playing video games too much because its making his fingers shaky although shaky fingers can also be good because it looks like Kazuya's enjoying having them inside and, yeah, shaky fingers add a certain zing when he lubes himself.
Still, Jin's in full control. He's totally in control. He is not all on the verge of losing his sanity looking at Kazuya twitching and making all those sexy sounds. And it wasn't because he was totally lost that he plunged in and only belatedly realizes that the damn condom is still in the candy dish. He just honestly forgot.
And when he sees Kazuya's eyes widen seeing him go straight inside unprotected and Kazuya mutters a murderous “Shit”, Jin says “It isn't like you'll get pregnant.” Although when it came out of his mouth, it sounded like “It... it... isn't... Jesus... you know... fuck... shit...oh god, Kazuya!”
♥
Jin wants to gorge out Yamapi's eyes because his best friend has been staring at him since he arrived and it's unnerving him. He had asked why but Pi just sits there, slurping on a fruit juice staring at him so he sips his own Coke and stares back until Ryo comes back from the washroom and sits back at their table.
Yamapi finally lets go of the red tube straw and asks Jin, “Who is she?”
Jin lets go of his own drink. “What?”
“What's her name?” Pi asks, leaning forward.
Jin frowns. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Ryo leans forward, too, and stares at Jin the way Pi does and Jin wants to just bonk their heads together. Then Ryo looks at Pi and nods. “Yep, he's definitely getting some,” the dark-haired guy says.
Jin is getting annoyed at the two. “Getting some what?”
Pi smiles knowingly. “Come on. Cough it up, Akanishi. Who is she?”
And with the way Pi is smiling, Jin realizes what they are talking about. “There is no she!” he replies firmly. Yamapi looks at him warily, unbelieving. Jin holds the stare. He isn't lying. He won't lie to Yamapi because his best friend can tell anyway. And really, he's not lying because there really is no she.
Pi smiles. “A he then?”
Goddamn, Pi!
And before Jin can answer, Ryo, nodding his head, says, “It's a he. He hesitated.”
“I didn't hesitate!” Jin protests. “He cut me off!” he tells Pi while pointing at Ryo.
Pi ignores the protest and raises an eyebrow. “Interesting! Do we know him?”
“Of course, we know him,” Ryo interrupts once again. “We know all the he Jin knows.”
Pi's eyes gleams. “So who is he?” Pi immediately asks before Jin can put in a word.
Jin smirks thinking there is no way the two scums in front of him will ever know because he's sure as hell won't tell. And it's not like there's anything to tell. “I don't know what you're talking about,” Jin says.
“Is it one of your band mates?” Yamapi asks.
“No,” Jin quickly replies lest he be accused of hesitating.
“It is,” Ryo says. He turns to Pi and adds, “He answered too quickly.”
Aaargh!
Yamapi turns to Ryo. “Definitely not Nakamaru. Yuichi's straight.”
Ryo nods at Pi. “Not Tat-chan. He's not straight but he's mine,” he says.
Jin glares at Ryo.
“Koki wouldn't touch Jin if Jin's the only other person on earth,” Yamapi offers, still looking at Ryo.
“Same here,” Jin interjects. Like he would have anything to do with that trying hard to be cool rapper.
“And it's not Junno either because that's just wrong,” Ryo says, shaking his head.
“Well maybe it's none of them because there is no one,” Jin says, annoyed that the two are talking as if he isn't around.
Yamapi and Ryo look at Jin then at each other. Yamapi turns back to Jin. Smiling, he asks, “So how is he?”
“How is who?”
“Kazuya. How is he?” Yamapi says, leering. “Is he as hot in bed as I imagine him to be?”
“You imagine Kazuya in bed?” Jin asks, and then recovering, adds, “I have no idea what you're talking about.” Jin immediately sips on his drink.
Ryo leans back and drapes an arm on the backrest. “Since when have you been fuck buddies?”
Jin chokes on his drink. “We are not fuck buddies!”
“Oh. So you're more than that?” It was Yamapi.
Jin rolls his eyes then he knocks his forehead repeatedly on the table. Jesus! What did I do to deserve such friends! He lets his head rest on the table for a while and while at it decided he might as well fess up and make things clear. He and Kazuya enjoy each other but that's it. Nothing more. Jin lifts up his head. “Okay, fine. We are fuck buddies but that's all there is to it.”
The two other men's expressions remain unchanged - Ryo's unreadable, Yamapi's glowing in mischievous delight.
Jin takes a deep breath knowing he needs to explain further. He wouldn't want his friends to misinterpret what he and Kazuya have. “It's nothing. It's just convenient because anyway we're together most of the time as band mates. It's not like I pine for him when he's not around.”
“Uh-huh,” Ryo flatly says. “So your phone's sent messages folder is 90 percent for Kazuya and the last ten calls are to him as well.”
Jin is stunned silent. He gropes in his pants and feels his phone is still in his pocket and wonders how the hell Ryo can tell. “As I said, we work together. We communicate a lot,” he explains.
Yamapi turns to Ryo. “I think it's nice, being all giddy and stuff.” He turns to Jin. “You know, you suddenly find yourself singing mushy love songs...”
Jin sits there, fuming because he is not giddy about Kazuya and “Can't Take My Eyes Off You” isn't mushy at all. “Look, I don't know where you get your ideas but I'm not in love with Kazuya. He's a skanky idol who thinks highly of himself. He's a weird neat-freak and I cannot, for the life of me, imagine I can live with someone who is painfully obsessed with perfection.”
Yamapi and Ryo are quiet. They stare at Jin and Jin smiles smugly at them, thinking he has successfully delivered his short convincing rant.
“So,” Ryo starts. “You have thought of moving in with him, huh?”
“Yeah,” Pi says ruefully. “It's definitely love when you see all his flaws and you still think you cannot live without him.”
Jin sits there. Silent. He's not in love with Kazuya. There is no way in hell he is. Pi and Ryo are obviously delusional.
“Kamenashi Jin,” Pi says, rolling the name in his mouth. “It's got a nice ring to it.”
“Hah!” Jin scoffs. “That would be Akanishi Kazuya,” he corrected.
Ryo finally smiles. Yamapi laughs. Jin is stunned silent.
♥
“You're hot,” Kazuya says.
Jin feels his face flush. “Thanks,” he says. He knows he is but it's kinda' embarrassing to hear it and made him feel uncomfortable. He thinks Kazuya maybe developing certain feelings for him.
Kazuya chuckles and glides his palm from Jin's forehead to pinch Jin's nose. “I mean, I think you're running a fever.”
“Oh,” Jin says.
“But you're also hot that way,” Kazuya says and Jin stares up to the smiling face and he thinks he may have upper respiratory infection because he is finding it hard to breathe. Kazuya bends down and plants a kiss on Jin. “I'll make soup,” Kazuya says.
Jin lies there on his bed, watches Kazuya leave the room and he tries to stop smiling because there's really nothing to smile about just because Kazuya's being nice and all. Jin reminds himself that the younger man is still the same stuck-up diva band mate he knows. And even when not at work, Kazuya can be really such a pain and it just drives Jin nuts.
Jin thinks it's just fine that everything used for food is in the kitchen and it doesn't matter that he has to open all drawers and cabinets and the refrigerator to find the can opener. But not with Kazuya. Kazuya thinks glassware, chinaware and silverware should be stored separately and smirks when Jin says, “They have the same last name. They're family and family likes hanging out together.”
And it just gets on Jin's nerves when Kazuya cooks and nitpicks on the ingredients. For the life of him, Jin cannot understand how an olive oil can be virgin, much less, extra virgin.
Jin also finds it bothersome that whenever Kazuya sleeps over, he finds himself waking up earlier with heavy limbs all over him and he cannot move so he just lies there and stares at Kazuya's face until the latter wakes up.
Yes, Kazuya definitely is such a pain to have around and there's just no way he's falling in love with him even if the thing between him and Kazuya has been going on for quite a while (four months, two weeks and three days to be exact. Not that he's counting). No, siree! Yamapi and Ryo are sorely mistaken.
It's just that Jin appreciates having someone around because he feels he may be suffering from some unknown disease. Lately he's been feeling a certain dull ache in his chest. He's been meaning to tell Kazuya about it but whenever he feels that the younger man is always in some godforsaken town outside Tokyo doing god-knows-what. And Jin forgets about it when Kazuya's around because the pain just disappears. Jin has no idea what triggers the damn symptom.
He's getting palpitations, too. Like that very minute when Kazuya appears in his room carrying a bowl of soup and instead of placing the soup on the table, to Jin's surprise, Kazuya gets on the bed and straddles him and starts feeding him.
“Is it too hot?” Kazuya asks. Jin nods and watches as Kazuya purses his lips and blows on the soup and Jin thinks it just got hotter because he isn't referring to the soup. And he's really feeling weird somewhere inside him and it possibly shows on his face because Kazuya looked worried and asks,
“Are you getting heartburn?”
Jin places a hand on his chest and stares intently at Kazuya. "My heart? My heart's beating really fast," he says, his voice sounding all breathy. Jin doesn't understand why that made the faintest of blush appear on Kazuya's cheeks.
“Heartburn is not really a heart problem. It's a stomach problem,” Kazuya corrects, smiling and eyes glinting as if he knows something Jin doesn't.
And that's one other thing Jin hates about Kazuya that the younger man always acts like he knows better. It just pisses him off! “Well then, I don't have heartburn!” Jin grumbles.
“Okay,” Kazuya says and Jin hates that he sounded patronizing. Then Kazuya moves ever so slightly on Jin's lap and teasingly says, “But I do know what you have though.”
And Jin forgot what it was he was thinking he hates because his fever is getting worse and is mostly concentrated in his groin area. So Jin grabs the bowl and slurps the soup straight and he doesn't even remember if he placed the bowl on the bedside table or dropped it on the floor. All he knows is that he's burning up and something should be done about it quick or the fever will go to his head and he'll convulse and die and he knows this because he watches medical drama. And he says this all to Kazuya, who watches medical dramas, too, and knows exactly what to do.
As Jin slides down to lie flat on the bed, he gets to thinking exactly what medical drama it was he and Kazuya watched where the cure for the patient's illness involved condom and lube administered by a naked doctor. Possibly one of Yamapi's. In any case, it doesn't matter because Jin's fever is just going crazy all over his body - going from his lips, his neck, his chest, his groin or anywhere Kazuya touches and kisses. And when Kazuya assumes the role of a human suppository, Jin knows his temperature is reaching boiling point because it took about twenty strokes and less thrusts from Kazuya and Jin's fever splatters all over.
Spent and barely conscious, Jin watches Kazuya still moving on top of him then Kazuya moans his name and falls breathless on his chest. Jin wraps his arms around Kazuya's back, closes his eyes and allows himself to drift off.
I love you.
Jin's eyes snap open. “What did you say?”
“Hmm” is all Kazuya can utter while still panting and Jin feels short, hallow breaths blowing on his neck.
“What did you say?” Jin asks again, suddenly fully conscious.
Kazuya continues to catch his breath then, after a while, says in between heavy breaths, “I didn't say anything.”
“Then who said that?”
Kazuya draws his face away from Jin's shoulder and looks at Jin. “Who said what?”
Jin stares at Kazuya and he knows it wasn't Kazuya who said it, that no one actually said it. Jin thinks he just must be delirious because there's just no way would he think that because there's just no way he's... No way!
♥
There's just no way.
Jin doesn't doubt it. Not one bit. He's not in love with Kazuya. In fact, he wasn't at all excited that Kazuya asked him to come over the latter's apartment. And not because he sensed something in Kazuya's tone that forebodes something possibly dreadful. There's nothing Kazuya can say that can make him fall apart.
It must be the soy sauce, Jin thinks, when his stomach churns as he and Kazuya silently eat the take out Chinese food he brought. Jin makes a mental note that he'll go back to that shop and ask the cook not use too much monosodium glutamate because it's giving him palpitations again. And it's probably also the reason why Kazuya's unusually quiet and there's a grim expression on his face.
“So, how was your day?” Jin asks because he hates eating in complete silence. He might as well eat alone.
“S'kay,” Kazuya replies and continues picking on his fried rice. And they were completely silent again.
It takes Jin a full two minutes and he just can't stand it anymore, so he turns to Kazuya and asks, “Is there something you wanna say to me?”
Kazuya's stops fiddling with his chopsticks but continues to stare at his food and not look at Jin. “I think...” he starts then stops.
Kazuya didn't need to continue because Jin knows what the other man wants to say. He just knows. And he thinks good riddance. It's just the damn dumpling he's eating is probably spoiled because his stomach is all queasy and his heart feels like it is being squeezed by a vise grip.
“Do you want out?” Kazuya asks.
But Jin's finding it hard to comprehend because he thinks the dumpling's not just spoiled, it is probably laced with cyanide because his mind just went blank and he is finding it hard to breathe. Yes, Jin thinks he's dying and before he does, he just wants to know one thing. “Do you want out?” he asks back.
Kazuya finally looks up and at Jin. Jin stares into the younger man's eyes, knowing it will be the last thing he'll see before his life ends because he is no longer breathing. Kazuya just stares for a good full minute and Jin feels he's turning blue from lack of oxygen. When Kazuya finally opens his mouth and says “No, I don't want out,” a gust of air suddenly sweeps through Jin and he's breathing again.
“Okay,” he says. The dimsum isn't poisoned. It's not even spoiled. Maybe just the first piece he ate because the one he's chewing currently taste a whole lot better. Although it's probably laced with steroids because it's making him agitated and he's trying to calm himself by repeatedly stabbing with chopsticks the noodles in the box until it turned into mush. Still, it didn't do him any good and before he can stop himself, he drops the noodle box on the table and smacks the side of Kazuya's head with the base of his palm.
Kazuya yelps then stares at Jin wide-eyed. “What the hell...”
“Don't you dare fucking break up with me because I swear, if you do, these chopsticks will go straight in your eyes,” Jin says and for a good measure, he brandishes the chopsticks in front of Kazuya's shocked face.
Kazuya stares at Jin, mouth partly open, looking like he thinks Jin has lost it. Then his right eyebrow arches, his eyes crinkles and his lips twitches a little in a half-amused, half-mocking smile then he turns back to picking his food and says, “Well, if you put it that way, I guess I'm not breaking up with you. I kinda' like my eyes.”
Jin falls quiet. He cannot understand what exactly just transpired expect that he's feeling okay though he regrets putting too much darn chilli in his noodles because it's too damn hot and it's making his eyes water and his chest burn and he sniffs.
“Are your crying?” Kazuya asks.
“Fuck no! Why would I cry?”
“I'm sorry...”
“I said I'm not crying.” Goddammit! The fucking chilli’s even making Jin's voice break.
“It's just that I think...” Kazuya starts. “I think I'm falling in love with you...”
Jin sniffs a good hard sniff and he looks out the window and wonders if there's a festival somewhere because he's pretty sure he can see fireworks. And fireworks always make him all kinds of happy.
♥
It's pissing him off. Because there he was lounging about, drinking his second cup of coffee that morning and waiting for his mind to finally click with his body and thinking what better way to get some adrenaline rush than watching Crank.
Kazuya had been up possibly since pre-dawn and had been puttering around the house. Jin has no idea what he was doing except he was coming in and outside. Jin can tell because he hears the screen door creaking open and slamming shut intermittently. The sound grates on his brain so Jin tries not to notice.
“Jin, have you seen my wrench?”
“It's in your toolbox,” Jin says while his eyes remain glued at the TV because Jesus! Chev and his girl are going at it in the middle of China Town!
“It's not.”
“Then I don't know,” Jin says. Without having to look, he can tell Kazuya smirked.
“You borrowed it the other day. You said you were going to fix the faucet outside.”
Jesus, Chev! You couldn't get it up? “
"Jin..."
Gritting his teeth, Jin finally looks at Kazuya intending to lash out that he doesn't know where the fuck the wrench is and he doesn't remember borrowing it much less volunteering to fix the faucet. But when Jin looked he sees Kazuya is wearing an old white muscle shirt and an equally old pair of jeans ripped at the knees and had sloppily tied his hair by the nape and he's holding a steel pipe in one hand and a tube of super glue or something in the other. Kazuya, the plumber. Jin breaks into a smile.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to mess with my tools?”
Jin's smile widens. “Oh yeah? I thought you like me messing with your tools?” he says and gives Kazuya his rock star wink. It didn't work. Possibly because his hair is still sticking out all over his head.
Kazuya's eyes narrow just a little and his lips twitches then he turns and leaves, slamming the screen door behind him.
Jin shrugs and goes back to watching Crank. Mornings like these are rare gems in his current life. Mornings coming after a good night’s sleep and Jin don’t jump up from bed and take a cold shower to bring him to life. Mornings that Jin doesn't have to brush his teeth (dragon breath, Kazuya calls it) and he gets to drink two cups of coffee in their home.
The screen door opens once again. This time Kazuya is wearing soiled rubber gloves in his hands and holding garden scissors. “Have you had breakfast?” he asks.
Jin nods. It was okonimiyaki. Jin slathered it with tons of mayonnaise the way Kazuya hates it. He ate his share and finished off Kazuya's left-over.
Jin hears the door open and close again. Then again after five minutes.
“Will you do the dishes?”
“Yeah.”
Kazuya leaves and comes back not two minutes later. “Have you done the dishes?”
”No.”
“Why not?”
Jin wants to pull his hair and scream “Because Chev's getting a blow job while in a car chase!” Instead, Jin says, “Later.”
When he doesn't hear the door open and he knows Kazuya's standing a few feet away from him, waiting for him to move, Jin just lost it. Fuck it! Jin grabs the DVD player's remote control and repeatedly pushes the “stop” button. The television screen goes blue and Jin doesn't turn it off. The stereo speakers buzzed static. Jin flings the remote control and it bounces off the couch seat and falls on the floor. Fuck! Jin bends over to pick up the remote control and places it on the center table.
He stomps towards the kitchen, walking past Kazuya who was looking at him with an unreadable expression. Well, Jin made sure Kazuya could read his and know that curses were flashing red in his brain in big bold letters.
Jin leans by the sink and silently curses at the dirty dishes, a pot and a pan and a million other cooking utensils Kazuya used for a mere breakfast. Fuck! I just had to up and marry Kazuya “Iron Chef” Kamenashi.
“Are you mad?” the Iron Chef asks.
“No. Why should I be mad?” Indeed why should Jin be mad that on the day he finally gets a fucking day off, his husband decides to play Martha Fucking Stewart and he is his fucking assistant.
Jin squeezes about half of the bottle of the dishwashing liquid soap on the dirty dishes and for a while toyed with the idea of not rinsing it well. But Jin figures, he'd be using the same dishes himself.
He hears the screen door open and shut. He lets himself scowl in full glory and, as he is wont to do, dredged up more reasons to be pissed at Kazuya.
Jin almost broke a plate recalling the past Christmas they spent with his family. Kazuya helped his mom in the kitchen and Jin could hear them chatting and laughing and he would occasionally catch his mom throwing him glances while he drank beer and watch TV and Jin just knew she was thinking how lucky Mrs. Kamenashi is for having a son like Kazuya. And when his dad and brother opened their gifts and they liked it, they turned to Kazuya and thanked him profusely, presuming it was he who chose the gifts. Well, of course, it was Kazuya but they didn't know that and the cards were signed “From Jin and Kazuya.” And just before they went home, Kazuya smiled his pretty smile while he handed out candies to kids in the neighbourhood and all the mothers went “Aah!” and Jin silently went “Aaaarrrrrggghhh!” as he waited for him inside the car.
Jin hears the screen door open and shut again then Kazuya's footsteps behind him. A minute later he hears the faint sound of water spraying and when it stops, Jin knows Kazuya is shampooing his hair. He shampoos his hair first. He likes it really foamy then rinses it before he soaps his body with good old white soap. Yeah, he uses those boring white soaps and not some scented bath gels that Jin used to fantasize lathering all over him. Jin waits for Kazuya to call him but he guesses Kazuya knows he's pretty pissed to take a break from scrubbing pans to scrub a back. Serves him right, Jin thinks, hope he gets zits on that flawless skin of his back.
Jin's finally done with the dishes - perfectly rinsed and dried and stashed in their proper places in the kitchen. He thinks of resuming watching Crank but he is still agitated so he opens the utility closet by the kitchen and takes out the floor polisher. He plugs it in, turns it on and when it starts to whirr, Jin is somehow calmed.
He was done with the living room and already doing the kitchen floor when Kazuya comes out of the bedroom all dressed to go.
“I have a production meeting over lunch,” he says.
Jin replies with a single nod and reins it the temptation to mutter “Good riddance.” He was still too angry to look at Kazuya and it pisses him some more because he really likes looking at Kazuya. He contents himself with subtly inhaling Kazuya's newly-showered scent.
Jin continues to watch the whirring floor polisher and he can see Kazuya's socked feet move and he thinks the other man will walk towards him but does not. “I'll see you later,” Kazuya says and Jin replies with a grunt. Not a minute passed and Jin hears the car leave. Jin takes a deep breath and exhales through his mouth. Fuck! He didn't even kiss me. Not that Jin's in the mood.
So he yanks out from the socket the floor polisher's plug and for a moment he panicked when the electric outlet sparked. He could have started a fire. He could've burned the house down and Jin's damn sure Kazuya would be none too pleased coming home to ashes. Jin laughs at the thought. But if Jin burns together with the house, Kazuya might feel guilty for making him do household chores then going off to work the one day Jin has his day off. And then Jin thinks what if it's the other way around? What if Kazuya drives off feeling guilty for ruining the start of his one day off and is too distracted and doesn't notice the light had turned red and there's a truck coming from his side...
Jin dashes to their bedroom, grabs his phone from the bedside table and calls him. Jin holds his breath when he doesn't answer by the fourth ring. Fifth ring. Sixth ring. Fuck, answer! And he finally does after the seventh ring.
“Yeah?”
And Jin doesn't know what to say. Sorry? For what? For carelessly unplugging the floor polisher which could have caused a fire and burned down the house while I am in it and you'd be miserable because I died hating you for making me do household chores on my day off?
“Jin? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Jin finally say. “Just...just drive carefully, okay?”
There was brief pause and Jin can tell Kazuya has that bewildered look on his face. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Are you coming home for dinner?” And Jin face-palms himself because he sounded like a stay-at-home suburban wife.
“I'm not sure.” Kazuya sounded like a husband trying not to be irked with his clingy stay-at-home suburban wife.
Well, then, fuck you! Jin silently mouths at the phone and Jin clicks the phone shut and throws the damn thing on the bed. Fuck, let him feel guilty. He should be.
♥
Yamapi calls, asking Jin if he wants to hang but Jin says no because he doesn't want to leave the house. And Jin's just too tired because after the call to Kazuya, he vacuumed house then did the laundry and later dusted the furniture and even arranged the CDs and DVDs the way Kazuya does it (CD's on the uppermost shelves and movie DVD's on the following shelves according to genre). And that's how Jin chanced upon their complimentary DVD copy of Cartoon KAT-TUN's Christmas episode where Kazuya was wearing a navy blue jacket atop a blue button down shirt over a white tee paired with a pair of plain khaki pants. His hair was tied the way it was that morning.
Jin saw how he himself looked a little off in that episode because, well, he was tired. And the thing is he was feeling resentful that Kazuya was being seen by the public that way. Everyone can drool over the Kazuya in flamboyant outfits who whores it out during performances. Everyone can have Kazuya, the idol. But the casual Kazuya is his Kazuya. The real Kazuya is his alone.
And he says this to Pi who laughs and says, “You are so in love with Kazuya!”
“Fuck no!” Jin exclaims. “In fact, I'm wondering what the fuck I saw in that skanky idol who tries to make everyone look second-rate.” Jin maintains he is not head over heels with Kazuya. Sure, he's in love with the guy but not so in love no matter that everyone thinks so just because he's forever looking at Kazuya or, when in front of the camera, trying very hard not to look.
Pi teases him that he's acting bitchy because he's not getting any lately. He hasn't but that's because he's too busy with his work and he really is too tired when he gets home. Either that or Kazuya's too tired. So they haven't had any for... A week? Two weeks? Oh fuck! Major testosterone build-up!
Suddenly, Jin feels a hard on coming. He immediately cuts off Pi in the middle of talking about the latest JE idols who took their pairing beyond fan service and says he needs to do something or another and hangs up.
He took from a shelf his favourite framed picture of Kazuya*, perches it on the center table, sits down on the couch and slips his hand inside his sweatpants. No, it's not pathetic. Men have certain physical needs they must attend to. By themselves sometimes.
Jin's almost tempted to call Kazuya but he's probably in the middle of a meeting or a shoot or some other things idols do and Jin doubts he'd appreciate being interrupted just to hear Jin panting and moaning on the phone. They used to do that before especially when one of them is in an out-of-town shoot or some other event that lasted days. Kazuya's the master of dirty talk. That Jin knows. The guy just knows the right thing to say. He knows when Jin's just about to go over the edge and he gets downright filthy. Jin thinks Kazuya ought to write a book on it. Jin's not so bad himself but when Kazuya starts moaning and groaning in response, Jin pretty much loses it and he just breathes heavily which seems to work with Kazuya just fine. One thing's for sure, whether over the phone or live action or even by himself, Jin usually falls immediately asleep right after.
♥
He's home. Kazuya's home and kissing Jin awake. Jin pretends to be still asleep for a while just so Kazuya kisses him some more. Kazuya does but Jin knows the other man knows he is already awake because he can feel the knowing smile on Kazuya's last kiss before drawing away.
Jin opens one eye and then another and he thanks all the heavens above that he gets to wake up most of time and Kazuya's is the first face he sees.
“You've been busy,” Kazuya says, grinning, eyes darting from his framed picture on the table to the stained patch on Jin's sweatpants.
“I'm a desperate housewife,” Jin answers, smiling.
Kazuya murmurs a short laugh and sits on the edge of the couch. He hands something to Jin and Jin takes it and smiles when he sees it’s a DVD of Crank 2. “Sorry about earlier,” Kazuya says. Jin shrugs because he has totally forgotten what it was that pissed him off that morning.
“So, how was your day?” Kazuya asks.
“Great,” Jin answers. “I had fun spending it with you.”
Kazuya looks at Jin with an apologetic smile but Jin wasn't being sarcastic. He did spend the whole day with Kazuya - eating the food Kazuya cooked, cleaning up their house the way Kazuya wants, calling Kazuya when he almost burned up the house, talking to Pi about Kazuya and, finally, wanking off thinking of Kazuya and looking at his picture. So yeah, Jin thinks, he spent the whole day with Kazuya. And the day isn't even over yet.
Jin pulls Kazuya towards him. “You wanna get any?” he asks.
“Hell, yeah,” Kazuya says and winks at him.
Jin laughs thinking he is crazy in love with the skanky idol! When did this happen?
The End
Crank (and Crank 2) is a movie starring Jason Statham (me loves him!)
*Me thinks this is Jin's favorite framed picture of Kazuya. Who can blame him or anyone for that matter? Here