Stargazing
Title: Stargazing
Beta: snowing_inside
Pairing: Akanishi/Kamenashi/(Kusano aka the Kame fanboy)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: porn au
Warnings: possible mentions of both Jin and Kame with someone else, because this is a porn au and the porn industry doesn’t do monogamy (however, I did my best to keep it low-profile); not enough Ryo this time orz
Summary: Jin is back in town. And eventually also in Kame’s bed.
A/N: I should be working on completely different things, but this sort of happened. It's a sequel to File 423: Akanishi & Kamenashi and to keep the spirit of the universe, it's once again mostly porn /not sorry :| And it's also mostly frameofmind6's fault /she's not sorry either
Kame has Jin’s mouth wound tight around his cock and a heated crowd cheering loud all around.
It’s one of those nights. He is on a stage and the world around is all flickering lights and alcohol and sex. Loud music, too. Pants and moans-his own included. Jin is on his knees, down at Kame’s feet, his hands holding Kame’s hips but not gripping, leaving Kame space and a chance to thrust and move as he wants. Rough and deep down Jin’s throat.
And the crowd.
Kame’s eyes flicker; he looks down and sees Jin watching him back, eyes glistening with expensive whisky shots he didn’t have to pay for, and building desire.
It’s hot and everyone is watching them, or so it feels, even though there are also other guys dancing around, swaying their hips and giving the audience a show and the best view of their asses and cocks and trained bodies. Five minutes ago Kame was doing just that, too. Wearing tight ripped-up jeans and a red bandana wrapped around his wrist. Dancing at the pole in the middle of the stage. But then there was Jin and Jin’s hands, Jin’s mouth forcing him into a kiss, and it didn’t take much force or persuasion in the first place for Kame to follow and kiss back, let Jin skillfully snap the buttons of his pants open and take his cock out.
Now he is rocking back and forth, hitting the back of Jin’s throat with every thrust, seeking the heat and tightness and the spakles in Jin’s eyes every time he does so.
Somewhere along the way to his brain exploding and everything going white with pleasure, Kame feels Jin’s hand taking his own and guiding it into Jin’s hair.
It’s a language Kame understands, and he can do this.
He can grip Jin’s hair and hold his head close, he can force Jin to repeatedly swallow around him until there are gagging sounds coming to him through all the loud thumping music and excited screams from the audience. That’s when he lets go for a moment, just long enough to let Jin take a breath-and then again.
Kame closes his eyes, tips his head back, and relishes it all.
The club, the people, the whole night and its atmosphere, Jin being back in town and on his knees, with Kame’s cock in his mouth.
It’s been months since Jin’s last visit-a work related visit, because that’s how this works. Jin doesn’t come over when Ryo doesn’t have a job for him. And Kame is not always around. A month ago when Jin came to New York, Kame was in Europe, and Jin had a hotel room booked in his name once again.
But that’s alright, that’s what they agreed on right in the beginning, after all. The last time they met, Jin shot his scene, took a taxi, and spent the night at Kame’s. With Kame.
In bed.
They must have fucked till two in the morning or so, unable to stop, unable to pull away, stop touching, stop tasting each other.
Now Jin is back.
For a day or two. They didn’t have time to talk about details. About specifics. The flight was delayed and they met only in the club, just before the night was about to start.
Kame tugs at Jin’s hair, his balls all wound up and ready to explode.
Jin gets it, pulls away-however, not without sucking hard on the head of Kame’s cock once or twice to make everything even better and faster, and to make Kame more shaky than he already is-and Kame shoots his load, spraying Jin’s face with come. Because they are here, in the club, with people watching, with people wanting a show. If they were elsewhere, back at Kame’s, or even here, somewhere in a dressing room or just simply backstage, out of the sight of people paying to get inside; Jin would keep sucking until the very end, having Kame’s come gush down his throat. Jin would swallow everything and then stand up and kiss Kame, delivering the taste to Kame’s mouth.
That’s what he can do now, too. He licks his lips, wiping some of the mess that has landed there, and struggles up to his feet. It’s all a little trembly and too bright, but Kame holds him.
They kiss, all deep and tongue and loud moans. It feels kinda like they could kiss for the rest of the night. Jin pulls Kame closer, hands on Kame’s ass, molding it through the jeans. Squeezing Kame’s cock between their bodies, feeling its still hard shape pressed against him.
They are still lost in each other (Kame is focused on cleaning Jin’s face) when Kame sort of registers that the tone of the cheering has changed. Something is going on.
Something he doesn’t really care about, because it’s not Jin. His head is still pretty fuzzy and he wants to do nothing but this. Kiss Jin and grind against him, maybe long enough to get hard again. It might not even take too much… but.
It’s Jin who becomes aware of the surroundings first.
He’s licking up the side of Kame’s neck, catching drops of sweat rolling down, when his eyes catch a glimpse of someone new entering the stage. He wouldn’t care… normally he wouldn’t care; there have been other guys all around them all this time. From the mess on the floor just a couple of steps away from where he and Kame are standing, Jin guesses someone has just jerked off, adding yet another show worth seeing to what he and Kame did.
But it’s difficult to ignore a drag queen.
Even in the world Jin is living in and is used to, a guy with a wig of long blond locks and dressed in a sweet, pink and yellow lolita dress stirs the attention of everyone around. The audience bursts into a new wave of cheering and hand-clapping, chanting “Yuko” over and over again. The guy does a perfect curtsy, a cute cheeky grin playing on his lips.
Jin nudges Kame who finally catches up with reality, still a bit out of breath though, and turning around, leans his back against Jin.
He is about to tuck his cock back in his pants when Jin’s arms wind around him, palms placed just right to cover Kame’s crotch, trapping his cock in a sweaty warmth. Kame lets out a quiet moan, pushes his hips into Jin’s hands-and feels Jin respond with a teasing, light tug of teeth on Kame’s earlobe.
Kame notices Ryo under the stage at the other side, notices not just him but also his camera… and immediately offers the best sex face he knows, just in the case Ryo is pointing his lenses in their direction.
And Ryo might be, actually. Or might’ve been up until then.
His attention switches to Yuko though.
Jin’s does too, anyway.
“That’s Yuya, Tegoshi Yuya. He’s pretty popular around here,” Kame says, loud enough for Jin to hear him, but not enough for his words to reach anyone else. Anyone who is not nibbling at his shoulder from behind, adding shivering sensation to the lazy circling motions over his cock. Kame takes a slow breath and tries to stay focused.-Even though all he wants is to push his pants down his hips and ask Jin to fuck him. With everyone watching.
Jin nods, not particularly interested in anything that is not Kame.
Cross-dressing is not his style, or something he would find appealing. He can appreciate when it’s done well (and this Tegoshi guy sure knows how to do the trick), and he also understands it can be a part of the fun. Just not for him.
Yuko offers another perfect curtsy then brings a mic up to her pink lips, and her soft voice resonates around. “Having fun tonight with our sexy Yellow Ranger boys?”
The crowd replies with more loud cheering.
“Anyone here who would like to join them up here?” Yuko asks.
That’s when Ryo is already on his way up the couple of stairs leading to the stage, steps closer to Yuko, and when he is offered the mic, he waves a sheet of paper and announces it’s an exclusive contract to join the Yellow Ranger studio, asking if there’s anyone interested. And there is, of course there is.
Within the next few minutes, the number raises to five-and the club is boiling. Music and sweat and sex and expectations. Eagerness.
Jin’s husky voice at Kame’s ear.
Jin wants to know how Kame got his contract, but before Kame can answer, there’s a light squeeze on his cock, Jin is playing with him. For anyone and everyone to see, and Kame doesn’t even try to do something to stop it. Jin’s hand feels too good. Warm. The fly of his jeans is still open, and Jin’s hand is sitting there like the only underwear Kame might ever need.
They watch the show, watch Ryo ask the guys various questions, watch Yuko randomly take off their clothes and touch them, smooth a perfectly manicured hand down their chests or (and) squeeze their asses and cocks, and every time she does so, there’s Jin mimicking the action on Kame.
It’s only when the fourth guy makes his way to the front of the stage, and closer to where Jin and Kame are standing, that Jin momentarily stops his play, because-
“Kusano?”
Kame stirs, frowning. “You know him?”
“Yeah, we met in L.A. a couple of times.”
There’s a quiet “oh” from Kame before he relaxes again, molding himself against Jin’s chest to continue watching.
No real interest in what Jin’s answer could mean or whether or not is there a hint of something hidden somewhere between the lines. It doesn’t matter. Of course Jin meets guys in L.A., just like Kame meets guys here in New York, or just like he meets guys anywhere else where his job takes him.-There was this French dude in Paris a month ago, and then he also had a steward suck him off on his way back home.
Meanwhile, Jin had his life and his dudes back in L.A.
Kame just never thought that one of those guys, Jin’s guys, could appear here.
Jin bites down on Kame’s shoulder, and Kame feels the other’s lips curl into a smile against his skin. “For a drink. Or two,” Jin specifies for no reason, or maybe there’s more reasons than either of them would be willing to admit. “He’s an underwear model. And he has a small band. They don’t really perform or anything, but he’s cool.”
Another “oh” from Kame, only this time it’s like a wave of relief.
A relief over nothing.
He moves, turns around within the hold of Jin’s arms, his naked chest pressed against Jin with only Jin’s tanktop between their skin, and he kisses Jin. Because it’s still all simple like that. Kiss whenever you feel like kissing, fuck whenever you both feel like doing it. Complications are always left outside the door when one enters this world. Inside, there’s too much of everything else, no room for complicated things.
Somewhere around them the contest escalates into its grand finale, loud and exploding-the crowd makes its choice. Yuko claps her hands, with fingers stretched to protect the long gel nails coated with bright pink polish. Someone somewhere shouts, “I’d fuck you in that dress”, and instead of ignoring it, Yuko scans the club with an expression of (maybe) pretended pity, saying into the mic, “Not tonight, sweetheart, tonight I belong to the winner,” and throws herself against the shirtless guy next to her.
It’s time for Ryo to introduce the newest member of his agency.
There’s whooping, from both the audience and everyone up on the stage-and Kusano throws his shirt into the crowd, relishing the moment and feeling like the king. Because he is. Tonight, here in the club. He signs the paper Ryo hands him; it’s not an actual contract, that will come only later when details will be discussed, but for now it means everything.
He gets a kiss from Yuko, her false breasts squished against his chest, all the laces on her dress tickling his skin.
As soon as it’s over, the party continues, and Kusano somehow manages to take a breath and look around, searching for a familiar face he spotted before.
“Akanishi!” He waves and walks over to the other side of the stage, away from everyone who wants to congratulate him on his success. “Jin, is it you, dude?”
“Congrats, man,” Jin laughs, steps forward and ends up in a hug. “I’d never guess you might be interested in this.”
Kusano shrugs, his long dark hair suddenly everywhere and he smoothes it back, off his face and forehead. The thrill is still glowing in his face, and it may not disappear just yet. “You know me, I’m not exactly a man with a plan. And you made it all sound like fun. Which is totally right,” he needs to raise his voice a couple of times. The music is back on, a loud thumping beat to get the crowd moving again. But loud music and loud voices, shreds of conversations and people not hearing each other clearly are simply a part of nights like this one.
“Welcome aboard then.” Jin gives Kusano a pat on a shoulder. “This is-”
He doesn’t get a chance to introduce Kame because Kusano’s eyes go wide and he beams. “Kamenashi Kazuya! Oh-my-god, it’s really you!”
Kame’s eyebrows twitch.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off while watching your videos!” Kusano spills without as much as hesitation or anything close to shame, because… well, how many times you meet your idol face to face in your life, right? “You’re actually the reason why I’m here tonight!”
Kusano stares at Kame, eyes gleaming with alcohol and excitement, he tries to drink every bit of the other’s body with his gaze, and everything looks so much better in real than on the screen. The shapes, the defined muscle, everything is just perfect… and Kusano can’t help it, he raises a hand and runs the tips of his fingers down Kame’s chest and belly, stops only where soft hair is peeking from the open jeans.
“This is…” Kusano swallows and looks up, meets Kame’s kinda amused look, “This is perfect.”
“May’ve heard that before,” Kame smirks.
Jin doesn’t even realize it when his arms once again wrap around Kame’s waist and pull Kame closer. It’s like he made a promise to himself to keep Kame close tonight. Or any other night they happen to be in the same city.
“I think you got yourself a fanboy,” Jin whispers, brushing his lips against Kame’s ear. His words are loud enough for Kusano to hear. On purpose.
And the reaction is instant. “That’s not… Fuck it, yeah, I’m totally in love with you and your body,” Kusano admits, locking his eyes with Kame’s. “You must have the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.” With that, Kusano’s eyes drop down for two seconds, just to give Kame an idea what may be going on in Kusano’s mind, and when he looks up again, his thoughts and intentions are all clear and shining like neon lights on his face. “I could come just from the thought of sucking you off, to be honest.”
“May’ve heard that before, too,” Kame teases.
In fact, Kusano is pretty much his type, and a part of Kame is actually looking forward to the possibility of filming a scene with him. Soon.
However, tonight is the night when Jin is in town-and Kame doesn’t want to think of other guys, or of having sex with other guys, when he’s planning to enjoy this party and then take Jin home and fuck until the morning.
“Excuse me, boys, but I’ll need to kidnap this sexy man for the first dance.” Yuko appears out of nowhere and clings to Kusano’s arm, the same one that was reaching to Kame just a moment ago. Her lace skirts rustle as she moves around, her body lean yet obviously masculine, but that’s a part of the game, too.
Jin shrugs, says, “Whatever, he’s all yours,” and then to Kusano, “See you around.”
And then it’s once again just him and Kame. They find the nearest bar counter, greet a few familiar faces (well, Kame does, mostly, because Jin knows just people around the studio-not the whole gay scene of New York City). Kame doesn’t bother with buttoning up his pants anymore; they are so tight they hold on his hips anyway. And showing a bit of skin at this hour and the stage of alcohol consumption inside the club is kinda expected, after all.
They have their drinks, more than one, actually. The first one goes directly bottom up, while the other one is poured down Kame’s chest for Jin to lick it, with a background of cheering and whistling, as well as a couple of guys taking off their shirts and offering their chests as well for another round.
It must be around midnight when they move to the dance floor, more just grinding against each other than actually dancing… but they are hardly the only ones.
Ryo with his camera is always somewhere around, having the right timing to take the best shots. Despite the number of drinks he has had, he’s still able to think of the right angles and lights. He can still wait for the right moment before snapping pictures. A moment like when Kame tips his head back, offering a delicate silhouette of his throat, chin, parted lips and crooked nose against the flickering limlights. Or when Jin’s fingers curl around Kame’s hip before slipping under the waistband of Kame’s pants.
He doesn’t check the pictures afterwards, not now. There’s no room for that, and anyway, pictures of Kamenashi and Akanishi can’t go wrong. Ryo already knows.
“If you two are planning to fuck, you better do it up on the stage, or find a dark corner somewhere in the backstage,” Ryo suggests, just by the way, before disappearing in the moving, swaying crowd.
Jin would laugh it off. Normally, he would.
But.
“Are we?” he asks, his breath hot at Kame’s ear.
Kame has his hands under Jin’s shirt, pressing firmly against Jin’s sweaty back. “Are we what?”
“Planning to fuck here.”
Kame’s hold loosens, he pulls away but not completely. Just to look at Jin. “We weren’t a minute ago.”
“I know.”
Jin licks his lips.
Then it’s decided. A decision not so difficult to make. Kame rolls his hips against Jin, feels their cocks meet through their pants, and Jin is almost hard, so close to getting there.
“Fuck me,” Kame says, his voice hoarse, rattling somewhere in his throat.
They don’t search for a dark corner, and they don’t make it all the way back to the stage either. They are just sort of there. Kame struggles a bit to get out of his pants, kicking them clumsily away, and he wants to laugh because Jin is pretty much still fucking dressed-and how the hell has he made it through the night without taking off at least his tank top is beyond Kame’s momentary comprehension. But who cares, when all the fabric feels kind of amazing against Kame’s heated skin. He rubs himself against Jin, feeling people watch them, watch him… and maybe trying to actually get on the stage might make everything even better-more hot, anyway-but Jin has a finger up Kame’s ass and Kame is biting on Jin’s shoulder. It’s too late to move and find another spot for this.
It’s a weird sort of thrill.
Right now, the line between work and fun has rubbed off completely. They are not fucking for the people around to see, but they don’t ignore the crowd either. The faces Kame makes are different from those Jin can see when it’s only the two of them, safe behind the door of Kame’s apartment; however, it’s still Kame enjoying the moment, and in the end that’s all that matters.
Jin moves Kame around-and from there it’s easy. A condom and a push, Kame arching up and reaching back to take a grip on Jin’s hip while his other hand works his cock.
The crowd around them goes wild, as if this was what they’ve been waiting for the whole night.
A light is pointed at them when Yuko simpers into the mic, “Ho, ho, hooo, looks like we have some action here tonight. Have fun, boys.”
“No need to say that twice,” Jin chuckles quietly.
Kame replies with a snort.
The music volume goes up. Kame feels the thumping through the floor, and moves into it, just like Jin times his thrusts with the beat. It’s like Kame can suddenly feel the music, feel it with every bit of himself.
His hand is swapped off of his cock, and now it’s Jin’s fingers curled around him. Firm, swift moves up and down, a flick of a thumb over the head on every other stroke.
No one would believe today that once upon a time, during seventh grade, Kamenashi Kazuya rather faked sickness in order to escape participation in a school event that required him to perform in front of the rest of the school and everyone’s parents. A couple of years later, he has a guy fucking him in the middle of a crowded club-and he likes it.
“J-jin,” Kame whimpers with a strangled voice.
Jin’s hand is gone from his cock, and before Kame realizes what’s happening, there’s wet heat enclosing him, taking him all in on the first go. It’s the second time tonight that there’s a mouth around his cock, but this time there’s also Jin fucking him, and Kame is trapped between this and that, rocking back and forth, and losing it all too fast.
A glance down. His head is heavy and everything is too sharp and a little blurry at the same time.
The one at his feet, with lips stretched around Kame’s cock, is Kusano. He looks up at the same time when Kame is looking down, and there’s this knowing smirk in his eyes. Like he was saying, “I told you I’d find a way to suck you off.” Not that Kame complains; he can definitely go with this. Fuck the guy’s mouth while having Jin fuck him. He closes his eyes and lets the two of them do whatever they want. He’s there just to feel. The music, the moment, them. Everything at once.
It’s the life he’s chosen and that he’s not ready to give up yet.
He comes too fast, unable to hold back; collapses back against Jin. Feels Kusano lick him clean, and from there it’s just Jin, thick and pulsing inside him. (There are lips kissing his belly, too, but that doesn’t matter-never really did.) Jin’s hips move, roll against him; Jin is sucking at the nape of Kame’s neck, most likely leaving a mark for later. Not that Kame cares.
The thrusts speed up, Jin’s pants get louder and more breathy… But when Jin comes moments later, he doesn’t pull out and doesn’t roll off the condom to shower Kame’s ass and back and give people their share of show. He stays inside, lets Kame feel each of the final rushes and pulses, the moment when he gushes hot into the condom.
They kiss and ignore the applause, as well as Kusano’s excited, “I love this! The best night of my life!”
Jin gets rid of the condom and finds Kame’s pants, supports Kame while the other balances to put them on. And leave it to Kame to grin and bow down after a successful performance. Jin laughs and tugs him into the crowd and towards the bar.
Somehow, Kusano ends up tagging along for the rest of the night. He gets drunk pretty fast, on both alcohol and the adrenaline rush from everything that has been happening. It’s new and exciting and Jin knows that. Kame knows that, too. The night is a blur of dancing and talking to people they know and don’t know, of various drinks coming from various people, more dancing, Ryo being around with the camera, of jokes that shouldn’t be even funny but they are.
It’s Ryo who gets the idea to sneak out the back door and take a walk around the night neighborhood.
Ryo takes a few pictures here and another few there, tries to protest when Kame snatches the camera and points it at him instead, because, “You should have proof of being here tonight too.”-Later, the following afternoon when Ryo will finally get to see the actual pictures, he will text Kamenashi to tell him that a) he has quite a good eye for taking photos, and b) he is not allowed to ever take Ryo’s camera without permission again.-
It’s actually close to sunrise when a taxi stops in front of the place where Kame lives. And it’s some ten minutes later when Kame finally closes the door behind them, leaving the night behind, outside; and realizes that the one collapsing on his couch is not Jin, but Kusano. Kusano who somehow didn’t leave with Ryo, even though Ryo kept promising to take care of the drunk mess of his newest model.
Jin is standing there, watching his friend snoring on the couch, and also watching Kame being so obviously taken aback by the situation.
“Do you… want a drink? Water? Coffee? Or a shower?” Kame finally tears his eyes off Kusano. He’ll just leave him to sleep it off and wake up into the king of headaches.
“All sounds good,” Jin nods.
He likes Kame’s place. It’s neat and simple, sometimes it looks like Kame doesn’t even live there.
But then Kame simply takes off his jacket and shirt, slips out of his pants, and it’s not a sight too different from a couple of hours ago when Kame was naked in the club, but it is. It’s Kame being home and comfortable, it’s Kame being Kame.
Jin reaches out and pulls Kame close for a kiss.
Just that.
First comes a shower, then coffee, and when they are done watching the skyline turn bright outside Kame’s window, Kame simply pulls the curtains and gives them night. They deserve one today.
Jin slips into bed as if he always belonged there.
It’s not really his side of the bed, not officially, but it sort of is, anyway. Kame watches the scene from the door, leaning against the doorframe and suddenly not feeling sleepy at all. But he also doesn’t feel like doing anything.
But this is fine, too. Just being there. Watching Jin get comfortable.
Behind his back in the living room Kusano snores and says Kame’s name in his sleep. It makes Kame look over his shoulder, and Jin perks up.
“Is he alright?”
Kame chuckles and nods. “Better now than tomorrow.”
“We should call Ryo and tell him to pick Kusano up. Preferably right now.”
“He’s harmless. And he actually kinda fits on the couch. It’s good to know,” Kame muses, not really giving much thought into it. “In case he would need a place to crash someday while being in New York.”
Jin doesn’t say a word. He lies down, folds his hands under his head and stares at the ceiling. He’s quiet also moments later when Kame crawls on the bed as well. Kame fidgets around and then switches something on, and the ceiling Jin is watching brightens up with a hundred stars coming out from a projector on Kame’s night stand.
It’s only the second time Jin gets to see this. Usually they are too busy fucking to care about something like that.
Jin sighs. Too awake to sleep. Too occupied with stupid thoughts to do anything else.
“So that’s how it’s gonna be?” he asks before considering the possible consequences. “With Kusano. A place to stay, coffee, maybe home cooked food?”
“What?” Kame turns to the side, faces Jin.
“We may need to sit down and write a visiting schedule. When we come to town both at the same time, one might need to book a hotel and-”
“What?”
Kame is up again. Not just sitting, but up, off the bed.
Jin curses his mouth for talking before his brain can catch up and prevent a catastrophe, but it’s too late.
“Never mind, let’s just sleep.”
He is not jealous. He has no right to be. Because this all should be simple like that. And if Kame wants to cook food and coffee for someone else, Jin shouldn’t be bothered. Neither if Kame wants to fuck Kusano-or anyone else-here in his bedroom, or bend them over the kitchen table… Jin shouldn’t care.
Only he does.
And it hits him only now. He does care. He is bothered.
Not about the job. About Kame fucking someone on camera, following or not following Ryo’s scripts. That’s not the problem. Jin does that, too, after all.
But when the job is over and there’s no more cameras-
“I’m sorry,” Jin mumbles.
This is not… He didn’t want this. Not tonight.
Kame stares for a little longer, then shakes his head and walks towards the door. There’s a moment when Jin doesn’t know what’s going on or if he wants to know. He expects for Kame to come back with Jin’s stuff in his hands, throw everything at Jin and then also throw Jin out of the door.
That’s not what happens though.
When Kame comes back, the only thing he’s holding is a plain white envelope. He crawls up the bed again, this time on Jin’s side (because in Kame’s head it’s Jin’s side since the first night Jin spent there and since the first morning they woke up next to each other), straddles Jin and waits for Jin’s head to start catching up with the moment.
“Here.” The envelope. “I wanted to find a box, but I didn’t have time, so I asked Tegoshi, but trust me, you wouldn’t want the one he got. So it’s just like this.”
Jin doesn’t get it. Not yet. The envelope seems empty, but once it’s in his hand, it’s heavier than nothing.
“I don’t want you to have to book a hotel anymore. Not ever,” Kame says.
“Kame…”
There’s a key at the bottom of the envelope, and Jin may be a little slow and drunk tonight, but this is something he gets. No more hotel rooms, not here in New York.
And when Kame kisses him, it’s like a promise that there’s no more keys as well. Just this one.
.the end
well, not really, because I'm pretty sure I'll have plenty of inspiration for this verse also in the future :|
Beta: snowing_inside
Pairing: Akanishi/Kamenashi/(Kusano aka the Kame fanboy)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: porn au
Warnings: possible mentions of both Jin and Kame with someone else, because this is a porn au and the porn industry doesn’t do monogamy (however, I did my best to keep it low-profile); not enough Ryo this time orz
Summary: Jin is back in town. And eventually also in Kame’s bed.
A/N: I should be working on completely different things, but this sort of happened. It's a sequel to File 423: Akanishi & Kamenashi and to keep the spirit of the universe, it's once again mostly porn /not sorry :| And it's also mostly frameofmind6's fault /she's not sorry either
Kame has Jin’s mouth wound tight around his cock and a heated crowd cheering loud all around.
It’s one of those nights. He is on a stage and the world around is all flickering lights and alcohol and sex. Loud music, too. Pants and moans-his own included. Jin is on his knees, down at Kame’s feet, his hands holding Kame’s hips but not gripping, leaving Kame space and a chance to thrust and move as he wants. Rough and deep down Jin’s throat.
And the crowd.
Kame’s eyes flicker; he looks down and sees Jin watching him back, eyes glistening with expensive whisky shots he didn’t have to pay for, and building desire.
It’s hot and everyone is watching them, or so it feels, even though there are also other guys dancing around, swaying their hips and giving the audience a show and the best view of their asses and cocks and trained bodies. Five minutes ago Kame was doing just that, too. Wearing tight ripped-up jeans and a red bandana wrapped around his wrist. Dancing at the pole in the middle of the stage. But then there was Jin and Jin’s hands, Jin’s mouth forcing him into a kiss, and it didn’t take much force or persuasion in the first place for Kame to follow and kiss back, let Jin skillfully snap the buttons of his pants open and take his cock out.
Now he is rocking back and forth, hitting the back of Jin’s throat with every thrust, seeking the heat and tightness and the spakles in Jin’s eyes every time he does so.
Somewhere along the way to his brain exploding and everything going white with pleasure, Kame feels Jin’s hand taking his own and guiding it into Jin’s hair.
It’s a language Kame understands, and he can do this.
He can grip Jin’s hair and hold his head close, he can force Jin to repeatedly swallow around him until there are gagging sounds coming to him through all the loud thumping music and excited screams from the audience. That’s when he lets go for a moment, just long enough to let Jin take a breath-and then again.
Kame closes his eyes, tips his head back, and relishes it all.
The club, the people, the whole night and its atmosphere, Jin being back in town and on his knees, with Kame’s cock in his mouth.
It’s been months since Jin’s last visit-a work related visit, because that’s how this works. Jin doesn’t come over when Ryo doesn’t have a job for him. And Kame is not always around. A month ago when Jin came to New York, Kame was in Europe, and Jin had a hotel room booked in his name once again.
But that’s alright, that’s what they agreed on right in the beginning, after all. The last time they met, Jin shot his scene, took a taxi, and spent the night at Kame’s. With Kame.
In bed.
They must have fucked till two in the morning or so, unable to stop, unable to pull away, stop touching, stop tasting each other.
Now Jin is back.
For a day or two. They didn’t have time to talk about details. About specifics. The flight was delayed and they met only in the club, just before the night was about to start.
Kame tugs at Jin’s hair, his balls all wound up and ready to explode.
Jin gets it, pulls away-however, not without sucking hard on the head of Kame’s cock once or twice to make everything even better and faster, and to make Kame more shaky than he already is-and Kame shoots his load, spraying Jin’s face with come. Because they are here, in the club, with people watching, with people wanting a show. If they were elsewhere, back at Kame’s, or even here, somewhere in a dressing room or just simply backstage, out of the sight of people paying to get inside; Jin would keep sucking until the very end, having Kame’s come gush down his throat. Jin would swallow everything and then stand up and kiss Kame, delivering the taste to Kame’s mouth.
That’s what he can do now, too. He licks his lips, wiping some of the mess that has landed there, and struggles up to his feet. It’s all a little trembly and too bright, but Kame holds him.
They kiss, all deep and tongue and loud moans. It feels kinda like they could kiss for the rest of the night. Jin pulls Kame closer, hands on Kame’s ass, molding it through the jeans. Squeezing Kame’s cock between their bodies, feeling its still hard shape pressed against him.
They are still lost in each other (Kame is focused on cleaning Jin’s face) when Kame sort of registers that the tone of the cheering has changed. Something is going on.
Something he doesn’t really care about, because it’s not Jin. His head is still pretty fuzzy and he wants to do nothing but this. Kiss Jin and grind against him, maybe long enough to get hard again. It might not even take too much… but.
It’s Jin who becomes aware of the surroundings first.
He’s licking up the side of Kame’s neck, catching drops of sweat rolling down, when his eyes catch a glimpse of someone new entering the stage. He wouldn’t care… normally he wouldn’t care; there have been other guys all around them all this time. From the mess on the floor just a couple of steps away from where he and Kame are standing, Jin guesses someone has just jerked off, adding yet another show worth seeing to what he and Kame did.
But it’s difficult to ignore a drag queen.
Even in the world Jin is living in and is used to, a guy with a wig of long blond locks and dressed in a sweet, pink and yellow lolita dress stirs the attention of everyone around. The audience bursts into a new wave of cheering and hand-clapping, chanting “Yuko” over and over again. The guy does a perfect curtsy, a cute cheeky grin playing on his lips.
Jin nudges Kame who finally catches up with reality, still a bit out of breath though, and turning around, leans his back against Jin.
He is about to tuck his cock back in his pants when Jin’s arms wind around him, palms placed just right to cover Kame’s crotch, trapping his cock in a sweaty warmth. Kame lets out a quiet moan, pushes his hips into Jin’s hands-and feels Jin respond with a teasing, light tug of teeth on Kame’s earlobe.
Kame notices Ryo under the stage at the other side, notices not just him but also his camera… and immediately offers the best sex face he knows, just in the case Ryo is pointing his lenses in their direction.
And Ryo might be, actually. Or might’ve been up until then.
His attention switches to Yuko though.
Jin’s does too, anyway.
“That’s Yuya, Tegoshi Yuya. He’s pretty popular around here,” Kame says, loud enough for Jin to hear him, but not enough for his words to reach anyone else. Anyone who is not nibbling at his shoulder from behind, adding shivering sensation to the lazy circling motions over his cock. Kame takes a slow breath and tries to stay focused.-Even though all he wants is to push his pants down his hips and ask Jin to fuck him. With everyone watching.
Jin nods, not particularly interested in anything that is not Kame.
Cross-dressing is not his style, or something he would find appealing. He can appreciate when it’s done well (and this Tegoshi guy sure knows how to do the trick), and he also understands it can be a part of the fun. Just not for him.
Yuko offers another perfect curtsy then brings a mic up to her pink lips, and her soft voice resonates around. “Having fun tonight with our sexy Yellow Ranger boys?”
The crowd replies with more loud cheering.
“Anyone here who would like to join them up here?” Yuko asks.
That’s when Ryo is already on his way up the couple of stairs leading to the stage, steps closer to Yuko, and when he is offered the mic, he waves a sheet of paper and announces it’s an exclusive contract to join the Yellow Ranger studio, asking if there’s anyone interested. And there is, of course there is.
Within the next few minutes, the number raises to five-and the club is boiling. Music and sweat and sex and expectations. Eagerness.
Jin’s husky voice at Kame’s ear.
Jin wants to know how Kame got his contract, but before Kame can answer, there’s a light squeeze on his cock, Jin is playing with him. For anyone and everyone to see, and Kame doesn’t even try to do something to stop it. Jin’s hand feels too good. Warm. The fly of his jeans is still open, and Jin’s hand is sitting there like the only underwear Kame might ever need.
They watch the show, watch Ryo ask the guys various questions, watch Yuko randomly take off their clothes and touch them, smooth a perfectly manicured hand down their chests or (and) squeeze their asses and cocks, and every time she does so, there’s Jin mimicking the action on Kame.
It’s only when the fourth guy makes his way to the front of the stage, and closer to where Jin and Kame are standing, that Jin momentarily stops his play, because-
“Kusano?”
Kame stirs, frowning. “You know him?”
“Yeah, we met in L.A. a couple of times.”
There’s a quiet “oh” from Kame before he relaxes again, molding himself against Jin’s chest to continue watching.
No real interest in what Jin’s answer could mean or whether or not is there a hint of something hidden somewhere between the lines. It doesn’t matter. Of course Jin meets guys in L.A., just like Kame meets guys here in New York, or just like he meets guys anywhere else where his job takes him.-There was this French dude in Paris a month ago, and then he also had a steward suck him off on his way back home.
Meanwhile, Jin had his life and his dudes back in L.A.
Kame just never thought that one of those guys, Jin’s guys, could appear here.
Jin bites down on Kame’s shoulder, and Kame feels the other’s lips curl into a smile against his skin. “For a drink. Or two,” Jin specifies for no reason, or maybe there’s more reasons than either of them would be willing to admit. “He’s an underwear model. And he has a small band. They don’t really perform or anything, but he’s cool.”
Another “oh” from Kame, only this time it’s like a wave of relief.
A relief over nothing.
He moves, turns around within the hold of Jin’s arms, his naked chest pressed against Jin with only Jin’s tanktop between their skin, and he kisses Jin. Because it’s still all simple like that. Kiss whenever you feel like kissing, fuck whenever you both feel like doing it. Complications are always left outside the door when one enters this world. Inside, there’s too much of everything else, no room for complicated things.
Somewhere around them the contest escalates into its grand finale, loud and exploding-the crowd makes its choice. Yuko claps her hands, with fingers stretched to protect the long gel nails coated with bright pink polish. Someone somewhere shouts, “I’d fuck you in that dress”, and instead of ignoring it, Yuko scans the club with an expression of (maybe) pretended pity, saying into the mic, “Not tonight, sweetheart, tonight I belong to the winner,” and throws herself against the shirtless guy next to her.
It’s time for Ryo to introduce the newest member of his agency.
There’s whooping, from both the audience and everyone up on the stage-and Kusano throws his shirt into the crowd, relishing the moment and feeling like the king. Because he is. Tonight, here in the club. He signs the paper Ryo hands him; it’s not an actual contract, that will come only later when details will be discussed, but for now it means everything.
He gets a kiss from Yuko, her false breasts squished against his chest, all the laces on her dress tickling his skin.
As soon as it’s over, the party continues, and Kusano somehow manages to take a breath and look around, searching for a familiar face he spotted before.
“Akanishi!” He waves and walks over to the other side of the stage, away from everyone who wants to congratulate him on his success. “Jin, is it you, dude?”
“Congrats, man,” Jin laughs, steps forward and ends up in a hug. “I’d never guess you might be interested in this.”
Kusano shrugs, his long dark hair suddenly everywhere and he smoothes it back, off his face and forehead. The thrill is still glowing in his face, and it may not disappear just yet. “You know me, I’m not exactly a man with a plan. And you made it all sound like fun. Which is totally right,” he needs to raise his voice a couple of times. The music is back on, a loud thumping beat to get the crowd moving again. But loud music and loud voices, shreds of conversations and people not hearing each other clearly are simply a part of nights like this one.
“Welcome aboard then.” Jin gives Kusano a pat on a shoulder. “This is-”
He doesn’t get a chance to introduce Kame because Kusano’s eyes go wide and he beams. “Kamenashi Kazuya! Oh-my-god, it’s really you!”
Kame’s eyebrows twitch.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off while watching your videos!” Kusano spills without as much as hesitation or anything close to shame, because… well, how many times you meet your idol face to face in your life, right? “You’re actually the reason why I’m here tonight!”
Kusano stares at Kame, eyes gleaming with alcohol and excitement, he tries to drink every bit of the other’s body with his gaze, and everything looks so much better in real than on the screen. The shapes, the defined muscle, everything is just perfect… and Kusano can’t help it, he raises a hand and runs the tips of his fingers down Kame’s chest and belly, stops only where soft hair is peeking from the open jeans.
“This is…” Kusano swallows and looks up, meets Kame’s kinda amused look, “This is perfect.”
“May’ve heard that before,” Kame smirks.
Jin doesn’t even realize it when his arms once again wrap around Kame’s waist and pull Kame closer. It’s like he made a promise to himself to keep Kame close tonight. Or any other night they happen to be in the same city.
“I think you got yourself a fanboy,” Jin whispers, brushing his lips against Kame’s ear. His words are loud enough for Kusano to hear. On purpose.
And the reaction is instant. “That’s not… Fuck it, yeah, I’m totally in love with you and your body,” Kusano admits, locking his eyes with Kame’s. “You must have the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.” With that, Kusano’s eyes drop down for two seconds, just to give Kame an idea what may be going on in Kusano’s mind, and when he looks up again, his thoughts and intentions are all clear and shining like neon lights on his face. “I could come just from the thought of sucking you off, to be honest.”
“May’ve heard that before, too,” Kame teases.
In fact, Kusano is pretty much his type, and a part of Kame is actually looking forward to the possibility of filming a scene with him. Soon.
However, tonight is the night when Jin is in town-and Kame doesn’t want to think of other guys, or of having sex with other guys, when he’s planning to enjoy this party and then take Jin home and fuck until the morning.
“Excuse me, boys, but I’ll need to kidnap this sexy man for the first dance.” Yuko appears out of nowhere and clings to Kusano’s arm, the same one that was reaching to Kame just a moment ago. Her lace skirts rustle as she moves around, her body lean yet obviously masculine, but that’s a part of the game, too.
Jin shrugs, says, “Whatever, he’s all yours,” and then to Kusano, “See you around.”
And then it’s once again just him and Kame. They find the nearest bar counter, greet a few familiar faces (well, Kame does, mostly, because Jin knows just people around the studio-not the whole gay scene of New York City). Kame doesn’t bother with buttoning up his pants anymore; they are so tight they hold on his hips anyway. And showing a bit of skin at this hour and the stage of alcohol consumption inside the club is kinda expected, after all.
They have their drinks, more than one, actually. The first one goes directly bottom up, while the other one is poured down Kame’s chest for Jin to lick it, with a background of cheering and whistling, as well as a couple of guys taking off their shirts and offering their chests as well for another round.
It must be around midnight when they move to the dance floor, more just grinding against each other than actually dancing… but they are hardly the only ones.
Ryo with his camera is always somewhere around, having the right timing to take the best shots. Despite the number of drinks he has had, he’s still able to think of the right angles and lights. He can still wait for the right moment before snapping pictures. A moment like when Kame tips his head back, offering a delicate silhouette of his throat, chin, parted lips and crooked nose against the flickering limlights. Or when Jin’s fingers curl around Kame’s hip before slipping under the waistband of Kame’s pants.
He doesn’t check the pictures afterwards, not now. There’s no room for that, and anyway, pictures of Kamenashi and Akanishi can’t go wrong. Ryo already knows.
“If you two are planning to fuck, you better do it up on the stage, or find a dark corner somewhere in the backstage,” Ryo suggests, just by the way, before disappearing in the moving, swaying crowd.
Jin would laugh it off. Normally, he would.
But.
“Are we?” he asks, his breath hot at Kame’s ear.
Kame has his hands under Jin’s shirt, pressing firmly against Jin’s sweaty back. “Are we what?”
“Planning to fuck here.”
Kame’s hold loosens, he pulls away but not completely. Just to look at Jin. “We weren’t a minute ago.”
“I know.”
Jin licks his lips.
Then it’s decided. A decision not so difficult to make. Kame rolls his hips against Jin, feels their cocks meet through their pants, and Jin is almost hard, so close to getting there.
“Fuck me,” Kame says, his voice hoarse, rattling somewhere in his throat.
They don’t search for a dark corner, and they don’t make it all the way back to the stage either. They are just sort of there. Kame struggles a bit to get out of his pants, kicking them clumsily away, and he wants to laugh because Jin is pretty much still fucking dressed-and how the hell has he made it through the night without taking off at least his tank top is beyond Kame’s momentary comprehension. But who cares, when all the fabric feels kind of amazing against Kame’s heated skin. He rubs himself against Jin, feeling people watch them, watch him… and maybe trying to actually get on the stage might make everything even better-more hot, anyway-but Jin has a finger up Kame’s ass and Kame is biting on Jin’s shoulder. It’s too late to move and find another spot for this.
It’s a weird sort of thrill.
Right now, the line between work and fun has rubbed off completely. They are not fucking for the people around to see, but they don’t ignore the crowd either. The faces Kame makes are different from those Jin can see when it’s only the two of them, safe behind the door of Kame’s apartment; however, it’s still Kame enjoying the moment, and in the end that’s all that matters.
Jin moves Kame around-and from there it’s easy. A condom and a push, Kame arching up and reaching back to take a grip on Jin’s hip while his other hand works his cock.
The crowd around them goes wild, as if this was what they’ve been waiting for the whole night.
A light is pointed at them when Yuko simpers into the mic, “Ho, ho, hooo, looks like we have some action here tonight. Have fun, boys.”
“No need to say that twice,” Jin chuckles quietly.
Kame replies with a snort.
The music volume goes up. Kame feels the thumping through the floor, and moves into it, just like Jin times his thrusts with the beat. It’s like Kame can suddenly feel the music, feel it with every bit of himself.
His hand is swapped off of his cock, and now it’s Jin’s fingers curled around him. Firm, swift moves up and down, a flick of a thumb over the head on every other stroke.
No one would believe today that once upon a time, during seventh grade, Kamenashi Kazuya rather faked sickness in order to escape participation in a school event that required him to perform in front of the rest of the school and everyone’s parents. A couple of years later, he has a guy fucking him in the middle of a crowded club-and he likes it.
“J-jin,” Kame whimpers with a strangled voice.
Jin’s hand is gone from his cock, and before Kame realizes what’s happening, there’s wet heat enclosing him, taking him all in on the first go. It’s the second time tonight that there’s a mouth around his cock, but this time there’s also Jin fucking him, and Kame is trapped between this and that, rocking back and forth, and losing it all too fast.
A glance down. His head is heavy and everything is too sharp and a little blurry at the same time.
The one at his feet, with lips stretched around Kame’s cock, is Kusano. He looks up at the same time when Kame is looking down, and there’s this knowing smirk in his eyes. Like he was saying, “I told you I’d find a way to suck you off.” Not that Kame complains; he can definitely go with this. Fuck the guy’s mouth while having Jin fuck him. He closes his eyes and lets the two of them do whatever they want. He’s there just to feel. The music, the moment, them. Everything at once.
It’s the life he’s chosen and that he’s not ready to give up yet.
He comes too fast, unable to hold back; collapses back against Jin. Feels Kusano lick him clean, and from there it’s just Jin, thick and pulsing inside him. (There are lips kissing his belly, too, but that doesn’t matter-never really did.) Jin’s hips move, roll against him; Jin is sucking at the nape of Kame’s neck, most likely leaving a mark for later. Not that Kame cares.
The thrusts speed up, Jin’s pants get louder and more breathy… But when Jin comes moments later, he doesn’t pull out and doesn’t roll off the condom to shower Kame’s ass and back and give people their share of show. He stays inside, lets Kame feel each of the final rushes and pulses, the moment when he gushes hot into the condom.
They kiss and ignore the applause, as well as Kusano’s excited, “I love this! The best night of my life!”
Jin gets rid of the condom and finds Kame’s pants, supports Kame while the other balances to put them on. And leave it to Kame to grin and bow down after a successful performance. Jin laughs and tugs him into the crowd and towards the bar.
Somehow, Kusano ends up tagging along for the rest of the night. He gets drunk pretty fast, on both alcohol and the adrenaline rush from everything that has been happening. It’s new and exciting and Jin knows that. Kame knows that, too. The night is a blur of dancing and talking to people they know and don’t know, of various drinks coming from various people, more dancing, Ryo being around with the camera, of jokes that shouldn’t be even funny but they are.
It’s Ryo who gets the idea to sneak out the back door and take a walk around the night neighborhood.
Ryo takes a few pictures here and another few there, tries to protest when Kame snatches the camera and points it at him instead, because, “You should have proof of being here tonight too.”-Later, the following afternoon when Ryo will finally get to see the actual pictures, he will text Kamenashi to tell him that a) he has quite a good eye for taking photos, and b) he is not allowed to ever take Ryo’s camera without permission again.-
It’s actually close to sunrise when a taxi stops in front of the place where Kame lives. And it’s some ten minutes later when Kame finally closes the door behind them, leaving the night behind, outside; and realizes that the one collapsing on his couch is not Jin, but Kusano. Kusano who somehow didn’t leave with Ryo, even though Ryo kept promising to take care of the drunk mess of his newest model.
Jin is standing there, watching his friend snoring on the couch, and also watching Kame being so obviously taken aback by the situation.
“Do you… want a drink? Water? Coffee? Or a shower?” Kame finally tears his eyes off Kusano. He’ll just leave him to sleep it off and wake up into the king of headaches.
“All sounds good,” Jin nods.
He likes Kame’s place. It’s neat and simple, sometimes it looks like Kame doesn’t even live there.
But then Kame simply takes off his jacket and shirt, slips out of his pants, and it’s not a sight too different from a couple of hours ago when Kame was naked in the club, but it is. It’s Kame being home and comfortable, it’s Kame being Kame.
Jin reaches out and pulls Kame close for a kiss.
Just that.
First comes a shower, then coffee, and when they are done watching the skyline turn bright outside Kame’s window, Kame simply pulls the curtains and gives them night. They deserve one today.
Jin slips into bed as if he always belonged there.
It’s not really his side of the bed, not officially, but it sort of is, anyway. Kame watches the scene from the door, leaning against the doorframe and suddenly not feeling sleepy at all. But he also doesn’t feel like doing anything.
But this is fine, too. Just being there. Watching Jin get comfortable.
Behind his back in the living room Kusano snores and says Kame’s name in his sleep. It makes Kame look over his shoulder, and Jin perks up.
“Is he alright?”
Kame chuckles and nods. “Better now than tomorrow.”
“We should call Ryo and tell him to pick Kusano up. Preferably right now.”
“He’s harmless. And he actually kinda fits on the couch. It’s good to know,” Kame muses, not really giving much thought into it. “In case he would need a place to crash someday while being in New York.”
Jin doesn’t say a word. He lies down, folds his hands under his head and stares at the ceiling. He’s quiet also moments later when Kame crawls on the bed as well. Kame fidgets around and then switches something on, and the ceiling Jin is watching brightens up with a hundred stars coming out from a projector on Kame’s night stand.
It’s only the second time Jin gets to see this. Usually they are too busy fucking to care about something like that.
Jin sighs. Too awake to sleep. Too occupied with stupid thoughts to do anything else.
“So that’s how it’s gonna be?” he asks before considering the possible consequences. “With Kusano. A place to stay, coffee, maybe home cooked food?”
“What?” Kame turns to the side, faces Jin.
“We may need to sit down and write a visiting schedule. When we come to town both at the same time, one might need to book a hotel and-”
“What?”
Kame is up again. Not just sitting, but up, off the bed.
Jin curses his mouth for talking before his brain can catch up and prevent a catastrophe, but it’s too late.
“Never mind, let’s just sleep.”
He is not jealous. He has no right to be. Because this all should be simple like that. And if Kame wants to cook food and coffee for someone else, Jin shouldn’t be bothered. Neither if Kame wants to fuck Kusano-or anyone else-here in his bedroom, or bend them over the kitchen table… Jin shouldn’t care.
Only he does.
And it hits him only now. He does care. He is bothered.
Not about the job. About Kame fucking someone on camera, following or not following Ryo’s scripts. That’s not the problem. Jin does that, too, after all.
But when the job is over and there’s no more cameras-
“I’m sorry,” Jin mumbles.
This is not… He didn’t want this. Not tonight.
Kame stares for a little longer, then shakes his head and walks towards the door. There’s a moment when Jin doesn’t know what’s going on or if he wants to know. He expects for Kame to come back with Jin’s stuff in his hands, throw everything at Jin and then also throw Jin out of the door.
That’s not what happens though.
When Kame comes back, the only thing he’s holding is a plain white envelope. He crawls up the bed again, this time on Jin’s side (because in Kame’s head it’s Jin’s side since the first night Jin spent there and since the first morning they woke up next to each other), straddles Jin and waits for Jin’s head to start catching up with the moment.
“Here.” The envelope. “I wanted to find a box, but I didn’t have time, so I asked Tegoshi, but trust me, you wouldn’t want the one he got. So it’s just like this.”
Jin doesn’t get it. Not yet. The envelope seems empty, but once it’s in his hand, it’s heavier than nothing.
“I don’t want you to have to book a hotel anymore. Not ever,” Kame says.
“Kame…”
There’s a key at the bottom of the envelope, and Jin may be a little slow and drunk tonight, but this is something he gets. No more hotel rooms, not here in New York.
And when Kame kisses him, it’s like a promise that there’s no more keys as well. Just this one.
.the end
well, not really, because I'm pretty sure I'll have plenty of inspiration for this verse also in the future :|