Three Is a Party 3/3

[moon_catcher]

"Shouldn't you be downstairs... I don't know, making connections and talking to people?" Kame wondered. He didn't look at Jin when he asked, but he did see as Jin downed the rest of the vodka and put the now empty glass next to his phone.

"I'm talking to you here," Jin said simply. Then his voice dropped a little lower when he added, "And I clearly remember two connections that happened without me needing to be downstairs."

Kame quickly finished his drink, too.

"Fair point," he grinned. "And I can tell I'll feel one of them for a day or two, too." And he would have zero regrets about it. "So tell me, boss man---"

"Jin."

"---Jin," Kame repeated easily, immediately liking the sound and taste on his tongue. It wasn't the first time he called Jin by his name tonight, far from that, but now when they weren't sweaty and tangled in each other, he really, truly liked Jin being Jin. "Is there a point to the party, or are we just all supposed to get shitfaced and tumble in bed before the end of the year?"

"How about tumbling in bed without getting completely wasted?" Jin grinned.

Kame’s eyes twinkled. "That works too." His hand itched to touch Jin's damp hair, and there was no hesitation before he reached out and run his fingers through the heavy, wet strands, feeling them slip over his skin. "It was a damn great tumble."

"10/10 would-do-it-again-any-time tumble," Jin laughed. He tilted his head slightly, leaning into Kame's touch. A move he probably didn't even realize. Either way, it only encouraged Kame to play with Jin's hair longer. "Anyway," Jin started with an inhale, "I always throw one of these at the end of the year. I invite people who I've worked with and those I'd love to woo into working with me..."

"Right, the underwear-slash-ties naughty campaign you and Meisa were so into..."

Jin rolled his eyes. "I told you, no underwear."

"Damn, where's all the fun then?" Kame faked a pout. Jin's face lit up so bright with amusement that it was hard to look anywhere else. Not that Kame wanted to take his eyes of Jin.

"You're impossible."

"I've heard that before." Kame pulled his hand away, folding his arms on his bare chest. Were they talking business now? "Alright, so... will your secretary call... well, I don't have a secretary but my agent? That's how it usually works, right?"

Jin was clearly going to say something, but with a smack of is lips changed his mind last moment. "You have an agent."

"He'd definitely like me to call him that." Kame shrugged. 'Agent' was a bit of a fancy word in this case, though. "Pi takes care of my finances. And kicks my ass to make sure I know my schedule. At some point things just got too crazy for me to handle everything."

Especially since Kame had never actually planned for his online activities to become his full-time job. He'd known Meisa did pretty well, but he'd never expected to follow her success. Not that he was complaining.

Jin was still staring at him.

"What?" Kame grimaced. "Is it so shocking?"

He'd met people who did think Kame had no actual use of someone taking care of his shit and that he'd hired Pi only to make himself look more important or interesting. Whatever. They were idiots.

His eyebrows drew closer in a starting frown. He hadn't thought Jin might be one of them---

"Not as much as your choice of underwear, of course," Jin laughed, tugging at the waistband of Kame's plain black boxer briefs. The reaction came without Kame meaning to move at all, but as relief washed over him that his first impression of Jin had been the right one, he'd lost control on his own actions. His hips gave a minute push upwards into Jin's hand. Jin must have noticed, but he pulled his hand away and instead the pads of his fingers danced up Kame's tattoo over to his stomach and further up to his chest. "With all I've learnt about you in the last two hours or so, I'm surprised you wear any at all."

Kame shifted closer to Jin.

It was funny how any other time his instinct was to get as much space between him and the other guy as possible, but here he was, on the bed with Jin, waiting for food and all but craving cuddles.

"Yeah, well, the material of those pants?" Kame nodded towards the closet where his tonight's attire was stored. "It looks fantastic stretched over my ass, but it gets itchy. Had I gone commando, my dick would've been out much earlier than in that hallway." His eyes dropped to Jin's mouth.

Shit, he wanted to feel those lips again. Not now, obviously, as he was nowhere near ready for another round, but he hoped there would be a chance later. To get Jin's mouth on his cock. Or anywhere else. Really.

With that thought, Kame leaned into Jin's space for a kiss.

Now when the urgency and need to come had been dealt with, it turned out Jin was great in slow, dragged-out kisses, too. His soft lips felt like velvet against Kame's, his tongue teased Kame's in a sensual dance as they breathed each other's air.

It was like the switch controlling the lights in the room had changed the atmosphere, too. It was cozy and warm and safe in a way that Kame didn't usually experience. Even on the occasions when he stayed overnight with someone, they would go from fucking to raiding the fridge to more fucking and then sleeping.

Something about the usual hook-up scenario seemed off with Jin, though.

Sex: checked. Food: on the way. Sleep: not sleepy.

Bonus: cuddling and amazing kisses.

It took a knock on the door for them to grudgingly pull away and untwine their legs that had somehow ended up twisted together when Jin had pulled Kame's weight on top of him and his hands had caressed Kame's back and held Kame close.

With a giggle Kame rolled over back onto his side of the bed and watched Jin get up and walk to the door.

A girl in the hotel staff uniform, a black skirt, white blouse, and a dark blue vest with the hotel logo embroidered in silver on the chest, pushed the serving trolley inside the room while Jin searched for his wallet to tip her. She deserved every penny simply for keeping her cool after taking in the picture of scarcely dressed Jin and Kame, and Meisa sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

A chuckle bubbled deep inside Kame's throat, but he managed to swallow the sound.

Poor girl probably had a busy night, with the party and the guests, if a half of them were anything like Jin.

She disappeared as quickly as she came in.

Jin tucked the wallet away again and pushed the trolley closer to the bed.

Meisa mumbled something in her sleep and wriggled under the blanket, drawing the attention of the both of them.

It wouldn't be a surprise if she had somehow sensed the arrival of food and woken up.

But no, she just shifted deeper into the cushions and mumbled some more.

Then her phone tipped over the edge and landed on the floor with a thud. Kame was on his feet right away, rushing over to the divan and picking the phone up to check for possible damage.

"Did it break?" Jin asked.

Kame looked for cracks, but couldn't see any. "I don't think so." He switched it on and easily unlocked the screen, knowing Meisa's password by heart. They hardly had any secrets between each other, and given the number of Kame's rather incriminating pictures and videos saved inside the thing, it seemed only fair for him to be able to access it. "She'd be devastated if it had."

"I can imagine."

Kame looked over his shoulder. "Really?"

"She’s got some juicy footage in there."

Jin was standing behind the table, overlooking the feast of plates full of snacks and fruits and sweets, and Kame couldn't help himself, Jin looked every bit just as delicious as the food.

Kame laughed. "That she does. A couple of giga reasons to keep her as my BFF. Unless I want to become a porn star."

Which, in all honesty, he might've considered back in the day.

Jin picked on a bunch of fat grapes and popped one in his mouth. "You think she'd release the footage?"

"Nah, not if I get a picture of her face drooling into these cozy cushions in a hotel room that costs more for one night than her three month rent." Kame fiddled with Meisa's phone, snapped a picture and then sent it to himself. His phone chimed somewhere inside the closet. Of course, Meisa would never share any of the videos or pictures, not from tonight and not from any of the nights before. Not even if the two of them had a fight and swore to never talk to each other again, Kame trusted her.

He placed the phone carefully on the floor by the divan just so Meisa would easily reach it in the morning even if still half asleep.

With a grin, he crawled back on the bed and shuffled towards Jin and the food on his hands and knees, wiggling his ass as much as he could just because.

"You gonna feed me now?" he asked, straightening up and sitting back on his heels. He easily recognized some of the items on the tray as the treats served downstairs, and he could definitely do with some energy refill.

Jin loaded a plate with snacks and fruits and joined Kame on the bed.

"Wouldn't want you to starve," Jin said, picking up a grape and bringing it to Kame's lips. It was clearly less about feeding the starving and more of a teasing play, but Kame wasn't going to complain. It was a game for two, after all, so he parted his lips slightly the moment the grape touched him, and with his eyes locked with Jin's, he waited for Jin's finger to push the sweet, juicy ball all the way in, and then closed his lips around the digit.

"Mmmm."

Jin cocked his head. "I wasn't aware of being on the menu, too."

"Damn," Kame chuckled, releasing the finger and chewing the grape, "And here I thought I was being obvious."

"About what?" Jin played innocent.

"About wanting to eat you."

Jin snacked on a biscuit topped with cheese and some spicy sauce that Meisa had moaned about just a few hours ago after tasting it for the first time. She'd planned to barge in to the kitchen and demand the recipe, but then she'd got lost in dancing and socializing and Daiquiris.

Jin placed the plate on the mattress and propped himself on an elbow, facing Kame.

Kame lowered himself, too.

He felt comfortable and a little hedonistic. It wasn't every day that he'd get to enjoy a night of luxury and great sex with someone as hot and charming as Jin. Though he wouldn't mind it being a new norm.

He brushed his ankle over Jin's, and their eyes met again in an instant.

"So, this party of yours."

Jin's eyes dropped to Kame's moving lips. "Yes?"

"It's for people you work with."

"Or people I want to work with," Jin corrected.

"Right. And you do this every year."

"Pretty much." Jin swallowed another bite and watched as Kame picked something from the plate lying between them. "Nothing better than a good party to show your people you appreciate their hard work." He shrugged. "Work hard, play hard. That sort of thing."

Kame grinned. "I can do both."

He certainly wanted to play some more with Jin. The night wasn't long enough for all the things he wanted to do and try.

That was new.

Jin's leg moved against his, sending a sharp ping up to his groin. The smirk in Jin's face was nothing but an indication that Jin was most likely aware of that effect and was pleased with it. "Does it mean you'll consider meeting with my team to discuss possible cooperation?"

It wasn't the first time Jin made an offer of that kind, but so far Kame had mostly seen it as teasing. Sure, he had modelled a few times, but that had always been for people he'd met online and who had their own little businesses that easily fit into a basement or a garage of their parents's houses. Jin, on the other hand, was the head of an international empire.

Kame had never really thought of himself as a model.

However, there used to be a time when he hadn't thought of himself as an Instagram celebrity material either. Yet, there he was.

"Sure. Why not."

He reached out and brushed his fingers through Jin's hair. Jin nodded.

"You can bring Meisa, too."

"She won't say no to a camera," Kame laughed.

"I figured so much." This time when Jin picked a cheesy biscuit, the snack ended up in Kame's mouth. Meisa was right, whatever the topping was, it tasted delicious. "What's the deal with you two, anyway?" Jin asked, licking his fingers. Kame bit his lip in order not to whine that he wasn't allowed to do that. If there was anything tasting better than the snacks tonight, it was Jin. Hands down.

"We're kink drift compatible," Kame said, dead-serious. Meisa had started saying that after they'd watched Pacific Rim, and while not everyone was a sci-fi nerd to understand that reference, it was so far the best description they had. However, judging by the snicker coming from Jin, he had seen his fair share of that movie, too. Kame gave a shrug. "We like the same things. That's how I found her. Way back before she was a star."

Kame thought about it. It's been years.

"She made this video," Kame went on between snacking on strawberries and orange slices, and letting his fingers linger above the plate a little longer every time Jin reached out, too. "It was a stream at first but I missed it live. Someone uploaded it, though, so lucky me. She filmed herself watching porn and commenting on what was going on."

Jin chuckled, licking cheese off his finger. "I can see that."

"She had some interesting ideas, and she was really into it. I shot her a message, she replied, and we clicked. And not just in the sense of her liking to watch and command, and me getting off on having audience," Kame grinned and Jin quickly adjusted himself through his sweats. "It turned out we had lots in common."

"Like?

"Parties, quoting sci-fi movies, good wine, cooking and pretending we're chefs in a luxury restaurant," Kame named a few that came up to his mind, then went quiet until the silence drew Jin's attention. "Looking at pretty guys," Kame added, his voice dropping lower.

"I'm afraid I'm better at partying than cooking," Jin said. "But I love food."

"And you’re pretty," Kame added and licked sauce off his lips.

The simple declaration brought a grin to Jin's face. "You aren't bad to look at yourself."

"Sure I'm not," Kame returned the grin with one of his own. "You want my face to sell all those ties and shirts and pretty suits, after all."

"True. Though, that wouldn't be just your face." Jin held Kame's gaze for a minute, then dropped his eyes to Kame's bare chest.

There wasn't the previous hunger this time. Jin wasn't trying to devour him with his look. Jin seemed to be looking simply because he could. Because Kame was right there, in plain sight. And by all means, Jin looked like he was enjoying the view. Kame felt heat raising all over his skin.

He took a deep breath. How was it possible that Jin was having such an effect on him, that was a mystery.

Kame wiggled his brows. "Is this the part where you admit there might be some underwear involved as well after all?"

"It always comes back to that, doesn't it?"

"Totally your fault."

Jin smirked. "Can you really blame me though? After the mental image of you preferring no underwear at all the two of you planted into my weak mind?"

"So you want my underwear-clad ass in a campaign because I hate wearing more clothes than absolutely necessary? What Jedi mind trick is that?"

Kame was having so much fun that the grin tugging at the corners of his lips was a permanent fixture now. He was enjoying every minute of the cozy night.

Jin cleared the last bite left on the plate, then put the plate away. Then there was nothing between them, nothing they had to be careful about. "It's simple. The less you wear, the easier for me to call you off the shooting scene and blow you behind the production car."

"Jesus," Kame hissed.

That was one damn U-turn happening to their light and teasing conversation right now. He swallowed around the visual Jin had just presented, then shifted closer to Jin. Something he couldn't have done with the plate in the way, but now he could and his body almost naturally gravitated towards the spot Jin was lying on.

When Jin touched the tattoo peeking from the waistband of Kame's pants, a shudder ran through Kame, tingling all the way in the tips of his fingers.

Kame swallowed. "You have my attention."

"Only now?"

With an eyeroll, Kame looked from Jin's grinning face to where his fingers danced over his hip. "Now I really want to know about all those dark corner adventures you had back in college..."

Jin's hand flattened against Kame's skin. The touch was warm and firm, and Kame didn't want to lose it.

"I met this girl in my business class during the second year---"

Kame wriggled his hips under Jin's touch. "Mmm, kinky."

A laughter rumbled in Jin's throat. "That she was. She was curious and eager to try a whole bunch of things, so we kind of experimented together. She was into spanking and light bondage, at least at first. We broke up when she wanted to move on to the hard stuff."

"And you?" Kame scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, his breath hitching a little at the mental image of Jin tied up to a bed. He could totally see himself following Jin in that particular direction if it turned out Jin shared some of his college lover's interests. He let his fingers touch Jin's forearm, the tips dancing gently over Jin's skin. "Any interesting use for all the ties I'd show in that campaign of yours perhaps?"

Jin's eyelids fluttered. Okay, definitely interested. Kame put it down on a mental list he had apparently started keeping without making a conscious decision about it.

Jin's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "I wouldn't stop you."

"Good."

"Though I also liked what you did tonight," Jin admitted without a single hint of scruple. "The thing with my tie." He tilted his head a little, offering a delicious stretch of his neck to Kame's eyes.

The sight bathed Kame in heat. He hadn't even pulled too much, somewhere in the back of his mind cautious about Jin's reaction, but fuck, Jin was into it. Kame's hand moved of its own accord, his fingers brushing Jin's pulse, feeling it speed up a little. What would happen if Kame closed his hand around Jin's throat? Just a little bit...

"I almost came when you tugged."

Kame licked his lips. His fingers tingled. "It was hot."

"What about you?" Jin asked before Kame's thoughts had a chance to wander too far away.

"What about me?"

"Well, I already know you want me to blow you in public," Jin almost purred, but there were also other things not so well hidden in that statement. Excitement. Teasing. Total, 100% clear eagerness to do it. It was hard to find someone who would understand the whole deal with Meisa, let alone be willing to risk being seen by strangers. But Jin, Jin who had just randomly approached Kame at a party Kame had initially considered turning down, Jin was fair game.

That must have been some holiday miracle.

"You don't mind things getting rough, but you want to be in control," Jin went on, carefully choosing words.

"You're pretty good at reading people."

A therapist would have a field day with Kame's control issues, but it wasn't something he wanted to delve into.

Jin didn't pressure on, as if to prove Kame's words.

"It's my job, in a way," Jin grinned. He walked his fingers up Kame's side and Kame squirmed.

"No wonder you run a successful empire."

Jin repeated the touch and Kame squirmed some more. Of course Jin had found the one spot where he was ticklish as hell.

Jin smirked.

Kame batted his hand away. Without success.

"Nah," Jin grinned fully then. "People just can't resist my charm. Just like you."

Before Kame could even come up with a reply to that, Jin was surging forward and tackling him down into pillows. His fingers fluttered up and down Kame's bare skin, taking extra time at the tattoo just because he could, and all Kame could do was try to buck him off while trying to keep his voice down.

"You’re ticklish," Jin exclaimed happily.

"This is not charming! This is just evil!" Kame squeaked, but he couldn't hold the front and stop his laughter. Jin was too charming for his own damn good. Even with his mischievous devil possessed playful hands.

Jin halted the sweet torture abruptly, and grabbed Kame's wrists, effectively pinning them next to his head. "I think you like it," he whispered, and Kame quickly did a mental check of his emotions and the usual alert warnings only to find that he did indeed like it. Jin pressing his body close was most definitely in his top ten favorite things of this evening so far. And now that the tension had left his body, Kame found that he was able to laugh freely.

"Fine. I might like it just a little bit," he sniffed, feigning a snobby retort.

Jin beamed at him then, and Kame felt something stir inside of him, something warm and light and longer than just tonight, that he refused to even momentarily acknowledge.

"Jesus, when you look at me like that all I want to do is kiss you." Jin shook his head as if to clear his thoughts and let go of Kame's wrists to sit upright. He was straddling Kame's hips, and Kame couldn't resist the urge to buck his hips playfully one more time. Jin almost toppled over, but Kame caught his arm and pulled him back down.

"You're not allowed to tell me you want to kiss me and then not kiss me. Those are the rules. Get back here," Kame ordered, and then proceeded to use his free hand to pull Jin's head down the last few inches that were separating them. Jin didn't hesitate. Jin didn't question him. He just went with the flow, even when Kame rolled them over and crawled on top of him. Maybe he didn’t exactly mind Jin’s occasional bossy streak, but he felt much better being in charge.

"Wait," Jin pulled back, pressing his hand against Kame's shoulder. "Did you hear that?"

At first Kame thought he'd done something wrong, but then he realized what had distracted Jin. In the midst of all their play, they'd completely forgotten about the party, the world around, and midnight. The year was ending and a fireworks display now lighting up the night sky in vivid bursts of color was welcoming a new one. From their window they could see the show almost completely unobstructed. Colors were exploding against the darkened sky; all those floors above the ground, it felt like the fireworks were there only for them now.

"Happy New Year, Kazuya," Jin smiled, lifting a hand to brush a stray lock of hair out of Kame's eyes once Kame turned back to look at him.

"Happy New Year, boss man," Kame couldn't help but tease.

Jin groaned, and with lightning speed his devilish fingers began to attack Kame's sides again, forcing him to fall off of Jin and to the side. Jin took advantage of the new situation and tugged him backwards so that his back was pressed against Jin's chest. Jin then casually flopped an arm and a leg around him.

"Best seat in the damn house," Jin mused. And to that, Kame's only reply was to wiggle his ass against Jin's groin and make himself more comfortable against the pillow that had somehow ended up under his head. He let his attention fall back to the spectacle right outside the window, and grinned when Jin kissed his bare shoulder. If they fell asleep like this, then so be it. It was just icing on an unexpected but very much welcome cake.

---

Between watching the fireworks, kissing, and something close to a pillow fight that had turned into a tickling assault and then morphed into snuggling, Jin had no idea what time he'd eventually fallen asleep. It must have been only after Kame, though, because he vaguely remembered Kame's soft snoring and hot breath steadily warming Jin's shoulder.

For someone who, allegedly, didn't like being all touchy-cuddly when the sex was over, Kame had dozed off wrapped around Jin, and Jin didn't mind at all.

Kame had crashed so suddenly that Jin hadn't had a chance to ask what time he needed to get up.

Jin himself was in no rush to be anywhere in the morning. He had people to take care of whatever might come up. He could sleep in and enjoy the warmth of Kame's body sleeping next to him for every minute it would last. They could wake up together, perhaps have breakfast in bed.

Instead, Jin woke up with a gasp, his body tense and all blood rushing south. His fingers curled into the sheets and his hips jerked upwards. The dream he didn't remember having dripped into reality one luscious image after another until the dream itself didn't matter at all and all that was left was the reality of a new day. Jin's dick went from the usual morning chubby to throbbing hard in no time, and Kame made an appreciative sound around the thick flesh. Jin fought off his drowsiness, because in no way in hell did he want to miss a single second of the sight of Kame kneeling between his legs, lips stretched around Jin's cock and wide eyes looking at Jin with a spark of mischief from under that sexy bedhead of messy hair.

"Shit, Kazu," Jin groaned. His teeth sank into his lower lip.

Best way to start a new year.

Kame dragged his lips up the length of Jin's cock, replacing the tightness of his mouth with his hand. When he spoke up, his breath caressed the sensitive tip, sending shudders through the rest of Jin's awakening body. "Good morning to you, too," Kame purred, his tongue catching the drops leaking from the slit.

Jin couldn't stop looking. His thoughts were a mush and it was taking extra seconds to make the connection between what he was seeing and the fire stirring inside him. He made an attempt to spread his legs wider, untangle his ankles from the blanket and his pants, but all he managed was to bend his knees and tilt them to the sides while his sweatpants got stuck around his ankle.

It was awkward and not nearly enough, but Kame appreciated the offer by nuzzling the inside of Jin's thigh. The already strained muscle twitched and Jin rolled his hips. Kame's mouth needed to go back to what it had started.

"Please." There he was. Back to begging. But damn, he'd do anything to feel Kame again.

Kame stroked him a couple times; slow, teasing strokes that had Jin's head spin and his eyes roll back. When he looked down again and the world came back into focus, Kame was taking him back into his mouth, narrowed eyes meeting Jin's.

Jin gasped. His fingers finally let go of the sheets, only to claw at Kame's hair and push Kame's head down. He needed that heat and the rush that came with his cock sliding down a lover's throat.

"So good," Jin slurred between moans and breathy curses.

Kame's fingers were pressing into his hips, hopefully adding more bruises Jin would get to see later. He could take a picture and send it to Kame.

Kame sucked harder, adding just a little of teeth against the vein pulsing on the underside, and Jin was a goner in no time. He bucked wildly into Kame's mouth, taking everything Kame so willingly offered.

A loud cry tore out of Jin's chest when he came, his body rigid for a painful second before the tension left and he collapsed back on the mattress, sluggish and blissfully sated and gasping for air. Between the stars dancing behind his closed eyelids, he sensed a move just before he felt the salty tang of his own release being pushed into his mouth as Kame kissed him, tongue and teeth and hungry urgency.

"You're fucking delicious," Kame purred, his voice a bit hoarse.

"And you're perfect," Jin said breathlessly the first thing on his mind that sounded somewhat coherent.

He rolled on his side, taking Kame along. With some wriggling and pulling, they managed to get rid of Jin's sweats that were helplessly tangled around his ankle, and Kame's shorts, already pushed down his thighs. Naked finally, they pressed together and Kame rubbed his hard cock against Jin's hip.

Jin hummed, holding Kame close. "Mmmm, what should I do with you?"

Kame nibbled at Jin's jaw. "Probably not much. I'll shoot the moment you touch me." As if to demonstrate the words, Kame rolled his hips and pre-come oozed down Jin's heated skin. "You're fucking hot when you come. Almost undid me, too."

"Then I better touch you," Jin said, already reaching between them and wrapping his hand around Kame. Kissing Kame to swallow his whimpers and cries, Jin tugged one, two times, before Kame was trembling in his arms and coming all over Jin's hand.

"Damn," Kame breathed out heavily.

"One night and I can't get enough of you." Jin licked the come off his fingers. It wasn't something he'd normally do, but Kame's taste was more intoxicating than all the alcohol he'd drunk last night. And when Kame leaned in and his tongue joined Jin's, the final mix was perfect.

Kame was looking at him with eyes wide in surprise at Jin's confession, and Jin made a wild guess, also at his own reaction to Jin's words.

Jin smiled.

Kame smiled back.

"Holy shit, have you two been fucking all night?"

Jin broke the eye contact and glanced over Kame's shoulder. Meisa was half sitting, half lying on the divan, yawning and rubbing her face with both hands.

"And if we have?" Jin asked. He certainly felt boneless enough for it to be true, even though they had got some sleep in between.

Kame's head slumped against Jin's shoulder. Puffs of hot breath immediately attacked Jin's skin as Kame was trying hard, and failing miserably, to hold back chuckles. Jin pinched his hip and had Kame wriggle.

Meisa didn't seem fazed one bit by any of it. "Then I'd say Kazuya is one lucky bastard." She ran fingers through her long hair, most likely checking damage done by the night spent on the divan. Jin could sympathize. The piece of furniture could've been spacious and comfy, but it wasn't a bed.

"Mmmm, that I am," Kame mumbled and finally rolled over, still staying in Jin's personal space though. Jin kissed his shoulder. With the new day turning bright outside the windows, the almost magical night was coming to its end, and Jin was just going to steal every extra minute he could. And then he'd force his phone number on Kame at all costs because this wasn't the end.

January 1 was only the beginning.

Meisa looked around and her eyes widened as she reached the remains of the midnight feast Jin had ordered.

"Damn, it looks like I've missed more than fucking," she said, turning to Kame and eyeing him suspiciously. It was one of those nonverbal communications that often happened between two people who could all but read each other's mind. Jin recognized the spark immediately because he and Ryo worked the same way. During meetings, all it took for them was one look and they knew what the other thought and intended to do. It was a pretty handy superpower at times.

"Maybe," Kame pursed his lips.

He didn't comment any further though, and Meisa only smirked.

"So," she said instead of nagging Kame any more, "what does a girl need to do to get some coffee around here?"

Kame fidgeted in Jin's arms. "Excellent question." He perked up and pushed himself upwards to sit, then reached out and grabbed the bundle that was his underwear. "You two figure it out and I'll be in the shower." He didn't bother with dressing up, just slipped out of the bed and ruffled Meisa's hair on the way to the bathroom door. "You should see the shower. It's the best thing."

Then he was gone and Jin and Meisa were left alone.

Meisa turned to look at Jin. "Did you fuck him in that shower, or what?"

"Not exactly?" Heat rushed through Jin at the memory of his and Kame's eyes meeting in the mirror. His gut tightened.

Meisa shook her head.

"It's a really cool shower though," Jin added. "Maybe next time."

"So you still want a next time?" Meisa asked carefully. She tossed the blanket off and sat up properly.

Jin got up too. There was nothing holding him in that bed anymore now when Kame was gone, and coffee sounded like a really great idea.

"Truth?"

"Always."

"I want as many next times as I can get." He found his sweatpants and pulled them on. Joining Kame in the shower would have been a better way to start his day, of course, but unlike last night, neither Kame nor Meisa indicated he'd be welcome. First dates always sucked, because things could easily go from awesome to awkward. Jin rarely went on dates number two.

So far there was nothing much awkward about all this though. Not even when he noticed Meisa was once again fully in control of her phone.

She flicked her thumb over the display, then once more, and then she frowned. "What the hell? Kamenashi!" she cried out, sending invisible daggers at the bathroom door. "Why is my sleeping face in my phone?"

As expected, no answer came from behind the door.

Jin chuckled.

He walked over to the divan and sat down, throwing an arm around Meisa's shoulders and pulling her close. "Come here." It was a spur of a moment idea when he pried the phone out of Meisa's hand and intuitively set up the camera. The display lit up with the image of their faces and Jin held it steady in front of them. "This one will be better. Say cheese, or dick, or whatever you kids say these days to stretch your lips."

"Jesus," Meisa gasped in a huff of laughter and pressed her cheek to Jin's. "I'm not saying dick for a photo."

"Oups, too late. You just did."

The image on the display froze as the picture was snapped and stayed there for a moment. It looked good. They were both grinning and looking directly into the camera. An unexpected closeness radiated from the picture, too; like two friends who had been doing the same selfie set up for years. Before handing it back to Meisa, Jin quickly entered his contact info into her phone.

"You better send me this one," he told her.

"I still look like a mess," she grumbled, but she wasn't shouting at him or deleting the picture, so the photo couldn't be too bad.

"And you're still sexy as hell."

She pulled away to give his shoulder a light punch. "Flattery gets you some of the last night's pictures as a bonus."

"And what would get me the video?"

Meisa looked down, first it seemed she was checking something on her phone, but her face gradually went from a grin to serious. "Just, don't hurt him, okay?"

"Of course."

The bathroom opened and Kame came out. "Are you two making plans I should know about?" He raised a brow and studied the two of them together on the couch.

Meisa grinned and pulled herself away from Jin, making space between them just about for another person. "Get your ass over here and maybe we'll tell you."

Kame eyed Jin, but followed the directive.

They took a bunch of pictures, from silly faces to Jin and Kame kissing and Meisa pursing her lips on the side, then they pulled Meisa over their laps and the angles were all funny and for a moment Jin worried about Meisa's dress getting torn, but all fears got lost in laughter and more kisses.

Eventually Jin ordered coffee, took a quick shower, and when he came back into the room, the room service had arrived and Kame was mostly dressed.

Needless to say, Jin wanted to undress him all over again.

Getting back to bed and not leaving for at least two days sounded like a plan he wished they could realize.

To Jin's pleasant surprise, Kame was the one asking for his phone number.

"Thanks for the invite," Kame said, standing at the door with Meisa by his side and Jin facing them both. It couldn't be more clear it was really time for them to go.

Jin himself hadn't bothered with putting on clothes. He wasn't going anywhere yet. Ryo had texted him, suggesting meeting downstairs later.

"It was a pleasure," Jin smirked.

"It was." Kame reached for the doorknob.

"You have my number. The campaign offer still stands." It would be a major fashion brand, too. Having Kame in it could possibly lead to Kame staring at Jin from magazines and huge posters plastered all over the country.

"I guess that way we can skip the whole my secretary calls your secretary part."

Meisa giggled. "When did you get yourself a secretary?"

"No secretaries," Jin clarified. He'd caught the joke between the lines of Kame's suggestion, but he didn't feel like explaining it. Kame would likely fill Meisa in on some of the events of the last night, and that was fine. Jin stopped for a second, trying to see if his brain would finally catch up and get uncomfortable about any of this, but nope. He liked Meisa. He'd like her even better once she did as she'd promised and shared some of her videos with him.

Kame opened the door and Meisa slipped out, waving at Jin. He waved back.

"You can send me dirty pictures," Kame smirked.

"I can," Jin agreed.

And that was it. Kame was out of the room and joining Meisa on the way to the elevators.

It took about five seconds before Jin closed the door and found his phone. Kame wanted dirty pictures? He could have them.

Jin found a good spot by the window, having a half of the city in the background as he tilted the phone just right to snap a picture of his bare torso, flat, tight stomach and slim hips, and his hand groping his cock through the thin sweats.

He added a simple, "Happy new year," and hit send.