Oral Fixation
The 10th time Kame buys Jin an ice pop, he realizes his harmless little crush has turned into a potentially dangerous obsession.
"Here," he drops the ice pop into Jin's hands.
"Uwaaaa! Thanks!" Jin doesn't find it suspicious at all, and just happily rips apart the flimsy packet.
The temperature is in the high 30s and everyone is just sweltering in the summer heat. What a great day for an outdoor shoot, Kame sarcastically thinks. It's not one of those shoot where he just has to sit down and look pretty, either, no, the maniacal photographer just has to make them jump up and down and run around and move in all sorts of silly ways that require a lot of effort, and then make them walk a few miles from the studio to the stupid location. Good thing there's an ice cream cart in the park they've ended up in.
It's a very good thing indeed, Kame contentedly ponders as he watches Jin from the corner of his eyes. Jin's tongue drifts out of his full, pink lips for a few experimental licks, all the way from the bottom to the top of the strawberry flavored treat. The tongue swirls around the very top of the cylindrically-shaped ice pop and ventures down again to the where the popsicle stick holds up the frozen sweet. Jin does this enough times to hypnotize Kame and make him forget about pretending to be oblivious and subtle. Once the ice pop has melted enough for licking to be impractical, Jin opens his lips, shoves the piece of sweetened ice into his mouth, clamps his lips around it, and starts sucking.
Kame's eyes widen as the ice pop disappears inside of Jin. Sweat is rolling off his temples. He's pretty sure the rise in his body temperature isn't caused by the heat though. He swallows a huge lump in throat as Jin pulls the icicle halfway out, his lips forming a tight O around it and his cheeks drawn in with the effort of sucking hard. The ice pop looks dehydrated where it's exposed, the melted fluid obviously draining into Jin's mouth. Jin is looking at him with enlarged, questioning eyes. Jin releases his vacuum hold on the icicle with an audible pop.
"Is something wrong?" Jin's lips are stained red by the ice pop's artificial coloring. He looks all the more kissable. Kame has always wondered how Jin tastes like. He most likely tastes like strawberries now.
"Ahmm, no, nothing," Kame flails desperately, trying a to find a believable explanation as to why he has just been ogling his bandmate. "Hey look, a puppy!"
"Oh, a puppy!" There really is a puppy, and Jin whips his head around to coo at it. Kame is sending mental thank you notes to all the dieties he has heard of. With Jin effectively distracted, Kame breathes a sigh of relief that is cut short when someone pokes him hard on the shoulder.
"Kame-chan! I want an ice lolly, too!" Koki is giving him a pout the most spoiled little brat in the world would be jealous of.
"EH?! Then go buy one!"
Koki just keeps pouting at him, "I want you to buy it!"
"Why?!"
Koki gives it a little thought, "You bought Akanishi one, I want one, too!"
"So annoying. Go away!" Kame is quite surprised Jin actually said that. He looks at Jin who really does look annoyed.
Koki is shocked too, "Oh...OH! Ne, Yuuchi! Kame-chan and Jin-kun are on a daaaaaate!"
Yuuichi gives Kame an apologetic look, and rushes over to drag Koki away before Jin starts pummeling him. Jin looks ready to spring any moment. The paranoid side of Kame starts looking around at all the staff bustling about but it seems as though they're too far out of earshot to hear the ruckus Koki has started. Ueda just rolls his eyes at them in between posing for shots while Junno is busily tapping the buttons on his DS. Kame likes Junno. He's always quietly immersed in his own world and doesn't butt into other people's businesses.
Kame blushes when he tries to give Jin a casual well-that-was-annoying look which would then prompt a simultaneous rolling of the eyes. Then they can pretend that that just wasn't awkward at all. Jin is already looking at him nonchalantly, like that was just a stupid little joke and didn't make him uncomfortable at all, shrugs at Kame as he goes back to sucking on the melted liquid.
The next time Jin puts the ice pop back inside his mouth, he places it between his teeth. Then he bites down hard.
Kame winces.
Kame can't sleep. It's not that he's not tired, he's tired as hell. The day went by so fast and he can't even remember how he spent all his energy, he didn't even have work today. Maybe he's coming down with something. That can't be good.
He thinks about getting out of bed and doing something. Maybe he should turn the TV on and watch a show, but he just can't get himself move. It's like a huge weight has been placed on top of him and he's pinned forever to his bed. He's not so into bondage. Well, not unless he's the one doing the bondage-ing.
Bondage. Bandage. He chuckles at the coincidence. He's not sure he can even go watch the movie publicly, he'd have to confirm with the higher-ups first. Bondage starring Akanishi Jin, however, is something he won't miss for the world, is something he'd want to produce, direct, and co-star in. He makes a mental note to ask Jin's opinion about the said matter the next time they see each other... without giving away his intentions of course.
Kame's not entirely sure Jin knows he has a crush on him, much less of the fantasies Kame has of him. Freaking out the object of his desires sure will be a step in the opposite direction.
Kame's cock stirs to life at the images his imagination comes up with. He's surprised his body can muster enough effort to make him feel something, but then he thinks back on Jin's tongue and what it can do to that piece of ice lolly, and then the faint stirring becomes a painful throb.
It wouldn't be so bad, right? The guilt is eating away at Kame - jerking off to someone who used to be his bestest best friend makes him a bit uneasy, like he's violating Jin somehow. But he's far too turned on by the playback of Jin's tongue performing its best trick on those icicles, every little suck, every little lick embedded into his memory by the constant stalking. His cock is begging to be touched, and right now Kame can't be bothered to come up with a modicum of self-restraint. After all, what Jin doesn't know won't hurt him.
Kame is stroking himself at such a slow, easy pace, not in a rush to find release and savoring the images of Jin and his talented tongue flashing at the back of his mind. A nagging buzz, like a something from a distant dream keeps annoying him though. He tries to brush it off, hoping whatever it is will just go away and leave him alone, but it's not going away, and once the fuzziness fades a little he realizes it's the doorbell.
He rolls off the bed and puts on some tight briefs and really loose jogging pants. He doesn't bother with a shirt. For the sake of whoever is at the door, he hopes he looks composed enough.
"Oh... Did I interrupt something?" Jin hesitantly asks as he takes in the sight of the man at the door.
With his hair disheveled and sticking out in all directions, eyes that are dark and seductive, cheeks and chest flushed in a bright pink hue, nipples ripe and hard begging to be bitten, and the flowy jogging pants low on his hip only just disguising his still hard arousal, Kame looks rightly ravished.
Jin sneaks a peek at the shoes neatly lined up on the genkan, looking for a pair that doesn't belong to Kame. There's none. He's somehow relieved.
His wandering eyes doesn't get lost on Kame and Kame's cheeks turn an even darker shade of pink. It takes him a while to get over the initial shock, not at all expecting his obsession to give him such an untimely visit.
"N..no. You wanna come in?" His voice is somewhat low and raspy and not unlike how he wanted it to be. His plans involved being all smooth and casual and sexy when he's around Jin; try to make himself irresistible so that Jin can't say no to him. Now, he mourns, he's being so totally uncool.
Jin takes him up on his offer and Kame is a bit annoyed at the turn of events. He just wants to finish what he was doing and keep thinking of Jin being tied up and Jin's tongue working wonders, and then go to sleep. He's not sure he's got enough patience to make nice and be all hospitable. Jin can do so much to push him over the edge and he's worried he's either going to snap at Jin, or jump him. The second option is tempting, but he's not inclined to commit rape, either.
"Jeez, what are you even doing here in the middle of the night?" He irritably asks Jin as they head to the living room.
Jin just dumbly looks at him, "It's just 11 o'clock."
Right. Kame forgets he's recently been having the body clock of a grade-schooler... or a really old man.
"Wait, don't tell me you were about to sleep," Kame can almost hear the telltale gasp hidden underneath the words. Jin laughs aloud then, "You're like an old man!"
Ouch.
Kame's jaw clenches, "What do you want anyway?"
"Just to hang out. I miss my Kazu-ojisan"
Kame just rolls his eyes when Jin makes himself at home and tells Kame to sit, actually starts turning on the TV and DVD player. Jin has even brought some DVDs (now piled messily on the table) and a bag of commercial popcorn.
"Shouldn't you be doing this with Yamashita or some of your hundred other friends?"
"Do NOT mention that guy's name. The idiot brushed me off. Is work really that important?" Then Jin realizes it's Kame he's talking to here and doesn't wait for a response, "And don't be jealous, it makes you all the more obvious."
Kame sighs resignedly. He might as well get Jin a drink... wait what?
Jin spares him a smirk before heading for the fridge.
This is all getting too confusing, too fast. Before Kame could unfreeze himself and process where Jin is heading and what he may find there, Jin is already back, leaning against the doorway that separates the kitchen and the living room, an ice lolly potruding obscenely from his mouth.
"Quite a stash you've got there," he says when he pulls the ice lolly out. He stalks to where Kame sitting, holding his breath. Jin plays with the popscicle stick, twirling the flavored ice between his fingers, "You're addicted, aren't you?"
Kame knows he should be saying something, like flirtatiously asking just what Jin thinks he's addicted to, but Jin moves fast and as he opens his mouth, he can feel the sweet ice touching his lips, smoothly gliding across until it coats his lips with a cocktail of the melted liquid and Jin's saliva. His tongue darts out to bring the moisture into his dehydrated mouth. After a few tentative licks, Kame takes the tip of the icicle into his mouth and sucks.
"You like that?" Jin pants as he looks at Kame wantonly sucking ice lolly that he's holding by the stick.
Kame bobs his head as an affirmative, dark eyes looking up at Jin, and then Kame takes his mouth off the icicle, "But I like it more when you do it."
Jin smirks. This is more like the Kame he expects, just begging to be sucked off.
The icicle is taken away, but just as Kame starts to miss its coolness, Jin brushes it against his lips again, but only for a brief fleeting moment before it is dragged lower, down his chin, along his jaw until it almost reaches his earlobe, then back down again, tracing the pulsing carotid, lower, lower, until it's just in line with Kame's nipples. Kame shivers expecting the cold trail to detour through one of the engorged buds, but Jin pauses. Kame opens his eyes, which he did not remember closing, to see what the matter is. He looks at Jin, who is now deprived of his calm facade, who is in fact breathing laborously. Jin looks back at him, as if trying to regain his composure and prevent his knees from buckling, putting all his effort into remaining upright. Kame's graze travel lower until he sees the tent in Jin's groin. He moans, and wills himself not to touch his own throbbing hard-on.
Kame feels as though the ice pop in his chest is going to give him a frost bit, just above his heart, so he guides Jin's hand to an ignored nipple and swirls it around the sensitive nub. Jin follows he lead, as soon Jin's hand is moving on it's own accord. When Jin moves across to the opposite nipple, Kame arches up and moans out at the unexpected change in temperature. His moan reverberates and Jin's knees give out. He collapses in between Kame's legs, and for a second Kame is the concerned bandmate asking Jin, "Are you okay?"
His knees sting a bit, but other than that he's none the worse for wear, so he palacates Kame with an, "Un," only it comes out all whiny, and turned on.
He continues teasing Kame's torso kneeling down. It's much comfortable this way, no risks of collapsing again, only now Kame's hips are not that from his face. He nuzzles the swollen region but pulls back when Kame thrusts up. More time for that later. He draws small circles on Kame's flat abdomen with the icicle, it becomes depressed when Kame takes a deep breath and holds it. He's at the waistband of Kame's sweatpants. Kame's hands are clenched into fists at his side, concentrating what little willpower he has into stopping himself from grabbing a handful of Jin's hair, and shoving his cock down Jin's throat.
Jin grabs a hold of the garters, making sure the underwear is included, and gives a hard yank. Kame's cock ricochets from being bound by the fabric and hits Jin's chin before stading proudly before him. They both giggle, lessening tension a bit.
"Such a naughty cock," Jin is genuinely amused.
"It's just so excited you're finally giving it some attention."
Jin smirks yet again, and Kame can't wait to wipe that look off his face and fuck his mouth, but Jin isn't done with his game yet. He brings what remains of the icicle and rubs Kame's arousal with it.
It makes Kame scream out loud.
"F-f-fuck."
It takes all of Kame's self control too keep from coming. The contrast of hot skin and cold ice would be too much for a lesser man to take, but not Kame, all those years of restraint and sacrifice has played into this situation quite well. His nails are digging into his palm, so deep it almost draws blood. His cock is leaking with precum and he thinks it's quite sad and embarrassing to let go when Jin hasn't even touched him yet.
Jin takes the icicle away and finishes what little remains of it. Kame becomes jealous of the ice pop.
"Eat me, too," he quips.
Jin's eyebrows rise, but he lets it go, impishly smiling before licking all the way from the base to the tip. Jin's tongue is still cool from the contact with the ice. The temperature, the texture, the wetness wrings out a sharp intake of breath from Kame. Jin licks his cock like an ice pop, up and down, like he's melting. Kame tastes all sweet and salty, a mixture of bodily emissions and the sugary frozen candy. He hisses when Jin finally takes in his entire member and sucks, again, just as he would an ice pop. Jin does it slowly and shallowly at first, and Kame lets him do it at his own pace. He knows Jin loves his freedom in all things, he surmises this wouldn't be any different, but when Jin looks at him with that look in his eyes, letting Kame know he can take the manhandling, Kame just can't resist the invitation. Kame grabs a handful of his hair and brings his head down as he thrust up. He hits the back of Jin's throat and feels the muscles closing around the head of his cock; it feels so good he does it again and again and again.
Jin closes his eyes, concentrates on not choking, but it turns him on all the more. He unzips his jeans, reaches for his own neglected hard-on and strokes himself at the same rhythm Kame is fucking his mouth.
Kame comes at one particularly hard suck, and he sprays Jin's startled face with it. Once waves of relaxation will stop, he knows he'd be feeling like the biggest jerk in the entire universe, but for know he just wants to revel at the wonderful feeling of tension slowly coiling away.
When Kame comes back to his senses, the sight that awaits him is of Jin resting on his haunches, panting heavily, and jerking off while watching him orgasm. There are streaks of semen on his face; he obviously hasn't bothered to wipe them off.
Kame signals for him to come up to the couch, and he obediently follows, straddling Kame's hips. He wants Kame to touch him, too, but is too hesitant to ask. He is so overcome by how Kame looked when he came, so pretty, he thought, that he wants to feel how it's like to have Kame make him come, too.
"Sorry," an apologetic smile graces Kame lips as his hand wipes away the sticky, white substance on Jin's face.
Jin can just smile back, hoping it says as much as he wants it to; that it's okay, that it's even kinda... hot.
After Kame finishes cleaning him up, the hand that was just on Jin's face travels lower down to grasp his cock. Jin moans at the much awaited touch. He rocks against it, fucks the tight ring of fingers. His hands find Kame's shoulders for support as the strokes become faster, and the grip becomes tighter. He can see Kame enjoying the show, if his smile and soft whispers of "yeah, baby, come on me" is any indication.
He does come on Kame's chest, too, when the stimulation becomes too much. Globs of cum splatter across Kame's chest just before Jin collapses on him, and then it's too late when Kame squeaks and tries to keep him from landing on his messy chest.
"Great, now you're all dirty, too."
"Mmmmh," Jin doesn't care, he just sinks deeper into Kame and engulfs him in a lazy kind of bear hug. Kame indulges him for a moment, gently strokes his back as the aftershocks of his orgasm washes through him.
It's not that Kame minds Jin's weight on him - he's like a big warm pillow - but when Jin shows no signs of budging, Kame starts to think he's fallen asleep.
"Jin?"
"Oh," Jin rolls of to sit beside him on the couch, looking bewildered in the post-coital glow. His limbs are limp on his sides and he's looking at Kame with half-lidded eyes. So beautiful, Kame thinks. His shirt isn't so pristine, though. It also makes Kame too aware of the stickiness on his chest. Sugar isn't so comfortable when it dries and leaves a scotch tape like adhesive, so is the semen.
"I'll do your laundry," Kame offers.
"Thanks," Jin accepts it with a dirty smile on his face as his eyes roam over Kame's nearly unclothed form, lingering just a bit longer in his groin. Jin's not so innocent either, Kame realizes, though it does make him pull his pants back up. It's not so casual when he's sitting there with his pants pooled around his ankles when Jin's fully clothed beside him. He licks his lips at the discovery of Jin's interests, though, so many possibilities to explore, like fucking Jin with an ice pop. Maybe if he asks nicely Jin will let him, but that’s probably going to fast, better make sure there'll even be an chance for those things before he lets his mind wander off.
He takes a hold of Jin's hand and opens it up. Jin entangles their fingers together. They just sit there for a while, playing with each other's hands.
Maybe a confession is a good place to start.
"Jin, I-"
"I know. I like you, too."
A pleased smile, "That's great."
"I like you even though you're a creepy pervert who makes me do weird stuff just to satisfy your obsession."
"Oops, sorry," Kame grins. He's not sorry at all, "How'd you know though?"
Jin rolls his eyes at Kame like Kame is the slowest animal on earth, "Why do you think I’ve been deliberately acting like a whore with a freaking ice pop?”
Kame blinks dumbly and Jin giggles. Kame’s not the only one who has a crush.
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