Fashion Advice
Warning: Heavy sarcasm ahead! *hides from all the bricks*
When Kamenashi texted Jin about some new clothes that he surely could use, Jin wondered why he just couldn't say, "No, I've got too much trash in my wardrobe already." Surely there were far more polite words to use, but even those, Jin couldn't make himself say. Money wasn't a problem, he's a singer who could sell out 40,000 seat concerts in one day, but just how many fur coats did he really need?
The first time Jin ever heard about Kamenashi was when his bestfriend, Yamapi, an established entertainer himself, suggested he get some fashion advice. Plain white tees and hoodies just didn't scream rock star. Yamapi, though preferring simple clean cut suits in plain and neutral colors now, had also had his share of fashion adventures. There was this one time he dressed up like some sort of space cowboy adorned in paisley and two shades of purple with a spattering of gold and dancing a dance that involved what seems to be bizarre hand signals and fierce hip-shaking. Jin never let him live through it though, and ever teases him about it sometimes. Oddly enough, Yamapi seem proud of that phase in his career.
"You should go visit a friend of mine who owns a boutique, he has great fashion sense," Yamapi told him in between mouthfuls of ramen, "I'm sure he can hook you up with something."
"Yeah? Who's this guy?"
"Kamenashi. Used to be in the business, too. Ditched it for some fashion thing. I did that song with him for that drama, remember that?" then Pi, brushed the thought away, "Nah, you probably were away that time, but we sang and danced in skirts," and before Jin's eyebrows could rise, he added, "He modeled once for Hermes, too.
Jin should've questioned the wisdom of asking fashion advice from a guy who'd sing and dance in a skirt before getting his shop address, but Hermes seemed reliable enough; Jin liked their teacups. Maybe everyone goes through fashion disasters every once in a while and emerges from it with a refined taste in fashion. Yamapi emerged from it unscathed, after all.
Jin never asked, nor did it catch his attention, but the after a few moments of watching the slender, dark-haired man on the counter he immediately knew why the shop was named 00'00'16. It took more or less sixteen seconds to be entranced by Kamenashi Kazuya.
Kamenashi wasn't what you'd call classically beautiful; he's quite awkward to look at at first glance. His face, with that weird shape, crooked nose, and thin yet oddly kissable lips, was what most people would consider interesting rather than beautiful. But staring at those features while he was concentrating on a magazine page, tongue occasionally drifting out to lick at the dried lips, it slowly dawned on Jin that he may be staring at possibly the most beautiful person he has ever seen in his life. Sixteen seconds; not fast enough for a face to be forgotten, not nearly long enough to have a fill of looking at it.
"Oh," Kamenashi became flustered as he realized he had left a customer staring at thin air for quite some time, "I'm sorry, can I help you?"
"Um, a friend told me to come here," Jin hoped he didn't look as lost as he felt. He's not really used to being surrounded by so much clothing. The boutique wasn't small by any means, though it's not that large, either. The merchandise was arranged according to color in racks and in stacks, giving the place a clean and chic look. The shop seemed to cater to the hip young crowd with all sorts of trendy suits and casual wear to party dresses and accessories. The shop owner, it seemed, was about Jin's age, or even younger.
"Ah! Akanishi-san?" Kamenashi's face brightened up in recognition. Yamashita did tell him about a certain up-and-coming friend who's bound to make it big, coming over for a much needed fashion revamp. Kamenashi could see that Yamashita was totally right. As it was, the man looked like an unkempt, homeless bum, with hair in desperate need of a haircut and a thin mustache forming on his upper lip that made him look like a 70's porn star. The guy was wearing a fedora, too. So 2008, Kamenashi thought. Akanishi had a pretty face, though, which was certainly a plus in Kamenashi's book, especially if that pretty face was his type.
Akanishi nodded shyly, a bit awkwardly maybe, and tried to avoid making eye contact with the beauty before him.
Kamenashi smirked as he got out of the counter to introduce himself.
"I'm Kamenashi Kazuya, and it's great to finally meet you," He bowed, and Jin just blushed slightly as he introduced himself and finished with a crooked smile.
Jin remembered that time Kamenashi stepped into his life in vivid detail. He swore he was being groped by the way Kamenashi always seemed to have hands all over him: straightening clothes, draping accessories, tightening clothes, leading him through the maze of clothing to the dressing room. There was a time Kamenashi ran his hands down Jin's chest to straighten a silk shirt and Jin practically shuddered. It was a good thing he wasn't wearing tight pants. Getting hard on someone, especially a probable love interest, certainly would not have been a good first impression.
He tried on an unimaginable amount of clothes that day though, more so he thought, than all the clothes he has ever worn in his life, and every time he looked at the mirror he cringed a bit. It's not that he looked bad, there just seemed to be something wrong with every outfit he tried on like the pink feather boa, or the purple, velvet suit. For someone who was used to wearing dull, inconspicuous hues, all the color was blinding. It was just too eccentric for his taste, but every time he stepped out of the dressing room to the wide-eyed appreciation of Kamenashi, he couldn't help but strut and feel like he could walk the runways of Milan.
Kamenashi looked up at him expectantly with shining eyes and a hopeful smile that found its way to Jin's heart.
Jin could just sigh, "I guess I'll take it then."
Then Kamenashi would call out to his assistant, "Koki! Bring me that sequined shirt and yellow jumpsuit."
He walked out of there buying almost half of what he tried on, he almost thought Kamenashi was running this swindling business designed to rob him of his money. He doubted he'd ever muster the talent to mix and match and not look like a fire just went through his house leaving him with no choice but to wear any piece of clashing clothing that is left. He decided he'd never come back again.
The second time Jin saw Kamenashi was in a street around Roppongi. The shop owner was with a friend of his, Nishikido Ryo, apparently another artist he styled for. Kamenashi's companion was a bit on the shorter side, with cropped black hair, and dark drooping eyes. He was silent for most of the time and he quiet a lot of mean things (like Jin being fat, but Kamenashi totally defended him by saying he's not fat, just buff and muscled) though he could explode into a toothy grin in some timely moments.
Since it was around dinner and they were all heading for ramen anyways, they decided to all go together. Kamenashi was a lot more likeable than Jin expected. He had a weird sense of humor that may not be that laugh-out-loud funny but Jin found funny anyway. He was sharp and witty but still sweet and charming. Jin found himself falling for Kamenashi more than he already had.
They headed for a club after dinner, the night was still too young, and Jin didn't want to lose the company of someone he's starting to know really well. Oh, Nishikido wasn't so bad either, Jin kind of liked him as well, but not in the way he was liking Kame, not in that way at all.
"Aren't we going home yet?" Nishikido protested at first.
"Well you can go on ahead if you want," Kame calmly offered, not wanting to bother his friend more than he already had.
"What? so you're still going without me?"
Kame looked at Jin before shrugging, "Well yeah, I guess."
"Like hell I'm heading home, let's party!"
For someone who seemed averse to it at the beginning, Nishikido surely did enjoy the rest of the night, being surrounded with girls the entire time like he was. Jin just kept looking at Kamenashi from across their table as he was bopping his head to the music and mouthing the lyrics to the song. Kamenashi was quite different when he was in relax-mode, none of that eagle-eyes for fashion, no crease in his brow when looking at what other people were wearing, actually he didn't really mind what other people were wearing. He'd sometimes lean in and listen to what the girls in their table who were trying to flirt with him were telling him, and he'd laugh a bit, but he didn't seem that ready to mingle so the girls just brought their attention back to Nishikido or tried to catch Jin's fancy.
When Kamenashi stood up to head to the bar, Jin followed him, suddenly tired of the girls throwing themselves at him.
"Hey, got fed up?" He had to lean close to Kamenashi's ear just to be heard above all the noise.
"Wasn't really interested. I'm not even a celebrity anymore," Kamenashi was screaming in his ear but Jin hardly caught what he was saying.
"You quit because of that?" Jin could relate to feeling like that. He wasn’t even a huge star yet, and there were already these people he doesn't really know trying to hook up with him for a tabloid spread. Sure, he had his share of one-night stands and the like, but after a couple of times it got boring and made him long for someone he could connect with.
“Not really. I just love doing what I'm doing now."
"Oh, yeah? How'd you get into it anyway?"
Kamenashi chuckled, "Long story."
Jin really wanted to know, wanted to know what Kamenashi's hobbies were, what kinds of music he was into (Did he even listen to Jin's songs?), what his favorite color was. Jin wanted to know everything about Kamenashi, but then with speakers blasting about 110 decibels at them, it wasn't really the place for a getting-to-know-you chat.
Jin came to the shop the next day for that much needed getting-to-know-you chat but Kamenashi wasn't around.
"He went over to KyonKyon's place," Koki, the shop assistant, conveniently informed him before selling him his own weight in bling-bling.
But Jin didn't care for bling-bling so he says, "Um, no thanks," and wonders if he said something mean because Koki looked crestfallen.
At the back of his mind though, he thought, "KyonKyon? Sounds like a girl's name."
Because Kamenashi hadn't told Jin about himself, yet, Jin decided it was up to him to get to know Kamenashi, so he summoned up all his stalking skills and Google searched Kamenashi Kazuya.
The search turned up with all the answers he needed plus a lot more he probably didn't want to know. The first pieces of information were about Kamenashi being the third child in a family of four sons. He grew up in a Tokyo suburb until he got into the industry. The biographical data made Jin want to learn more so he kept on reading. A fansite said that Kamenashi was actually a baseball freak, citing a few articles wherein the guy himself gave comments about how much he loves baseball. He was quite good at it, too, good enough to actually represent Japan in an international competition when he was in elementary school. He had also won some fashion award about jeans or something like that, Jin didn't really have any idea what it was since he doesn't keep up with Japanese entertainment, but anyway, Kamenashi sure looked hot in those pictures, and Jin was distracted for a few minutes just looking at the images.
When Jin finally fell asleep in front of his computer he thought he couldn't know more about Kamenashi than he already had. The achievements made him proud, the few drama clips he had time to watch made him tear up (though he briefly laughed at Yamapi dancing in a skirt when he finally got to see the video), the flak Kamenashi had to endure in his brief career made him sad and angry, but most of all one headline made him curious.
"Forbidden Affair: Kamenashi Retires To Open Fashion Botique With 40-Year-Old Lover"
Jin visited him a couple of times after the so called "research" but he never really got the nerve to ask Kame about all those things. Kamenashi was always happy to see him and grope him, though, and that gave Jin a tiny thread of hope that Kamenashi might be into him as well and not going out with some used-to-be pop star. He became extraordinarily glad when Kamenashi told him, "Why are you being so formal? You can call me Kame already, it's not like we're business associates or something."
Jin just wishes his information about Kame would increase as much as his wardrobe was.
"So, um, ne, Pi! Are you listening?"
"Hrmmm. What?"
Jin facepalmed and tried to ask it without being so goddamned embarrassed. Damn those blood vessels, if only he could keep all the blood from rushing into his cheeks. "I asked, what's Kamenashi's type?"
"Oh, B," Yamapi says without batting an eyelid. He was concentrating on that Prime Rib like it could grow feet and start dashing for the door.
"Ha?" Jin stared dumbly for a moment, tried to figure out what that meant, "I meant what kind of girls does he dig, BAKA!"
"Eh?! You're the Bakanishi!" Yamapi mumbled with his mouth full, spraying Jin with food particles.
Jin took the rib away making Yamapi flail for it from across the table, "I'm not giving this back unless you tell me!"
After a long, hard swallow, Pi finally says, "I don't think Kame's really into girls, he's not that enthusiastic about them, you know," and before Jin could feel completely happy, Yamapi added, "So I think he's more into older women."
Jin practically shoved the plate back to Yamapi's chest, "Hey! Be careful, the food might fall off!"
On Jin's most recent trip to Kame's boutique he brought Yamapi with him. The moment Kame saw Yamapi he completely brightened up and patted Yamapi's shoulder, with his hand lingering a little too long, and stared intently into Yamapi's eyes as Yamapi talked endlessly about what he's been doing lately. Jin stood behind his friend, hurt at being ignored. He felt his last delicate piece of thread snapping. So Kame gropes everyone, as well.
"Oh Koki! Yamashita's here!" Kame enthusiastically called out at Koki, and when Koki approached them, Kame's immediately slung a hand over Koki's shoulder, "I've been taking care of this baldie here ever since!"
As the three of them caught up, Jin excused himself in an attempt to stop from sobbing outright, "I think I'm gonna go try on some feathered trench coats and sequined tank tops now," and rushed on to the changing rooms, grabbing anything and everything that's on the way.
Once he's alone in the dressing room, with all sorts of neon feather boas and bright pink spandex leggings, he suddenly felt really, really stupid.
Jin decided he already had too many fur coats (and feather boas, and plaid jackets, and bead necklaces, and scarves, etc. etc.) and should stop going to see Kame. He just didn't need that many clothes!
"One last time, Jin, one last time," He psyched himself up as he replied an, "Ok, b ther soon." to Kame's text message. He sighed as he stopped in his tracks and plotted the quickest way to get to the boutique across town.
"Wow! You really are here soon," It took Jin just 15 minutes, when it usually took people half an hour to go from one side of the city to the other. Not that Kame knew that. That Jin was on the other side of the city, particularly. He didn't need to know that.
"It was on the way," he lied.
"And here I thought you'd be busy doing something, and come by around tomorrow," Kame placed a hand on the small of his back, leading him to a rack of leather items, "These just arrived, I think the pants would compliment your hips really well."
How did Kame know hiprolls were part of his repertoire?
"Ah, thanks," Jin tried to avoid eye contact, he was really embarrassed for something like that, but Kame is surveying him strangely from behind thick-rimmed spectacles. It's not because Kame had a hard time looking through graded lenses -- Jin assumed the glasses where fashion items -- it's probably because Kame was looking at him above the glasses that are perched precariously low on the bridge of his nose. The red shirt layered over another black shirt Kame was wearing only adds to the seductive glare that Jin is under. Kame looked like a sexy nerd, Jin thought as he hurried to the fitting room before Kame could school him in the carnal arts.
At least he could breathe in the cramped space of the fitting room. The leather pants weren't that bad, not his usual style but he could go with it. He slipped the pants on and feels the squeeze as it slips up his thighs. It's okay, leather pants were supposed to be tight, right? He's not exactly wearing the best underwear for it; loose boxers were a pain to neatly tuck into skintight leather. He managed anyway, zipped the pants up, and buttoned it. It was a perfect fit. As he gazed himself at the mirror, he thought, yes, it complimented his hips really well.
He looked like a rock star.
Jin bitterly chuckles. Looks like Kame finally hit it for him. Too bad it's the last thing he'll ever buy from this store.
With heavy hands, he moved to unbutton the pants and pull the zipper down. A snag. He panicked and tried to jerk the zipper lower. It won't budge. Oh no! His boxers got caught in the zipper!
"Great, just fucking great!" He couldn't keep the expletive from leaving his mouth. Disasters really had knack for happening at all the worst moments.
"Is everything all right?" Jin had forgotten that Kame usually stood outside the curtain when he tried things on. He tried hard not to look like an idiot who's a victim of his own fault but he knew the situation looked pretty bad.
"Ummm, my boxers got caught in zipper."
"Ah, I see? Um...can I come in?"
Jin thought he'd die of embarrassment if Kame came in, but he's afraid he might ruin the pants, or worse, get something else stuck if he tried on his own. He was really bad at getting things unstuck. He won't risk it, impossible misfortunes like that always happened to him!
"Ah..er...um...okay..." his voice came out like a shriek.
The lush curtains stirred until it revealed the nonchalant and confident shop owner. Kame gave him a reassuring smile upon seeing how anxious he was.
"It's okay, this happens to me all the time, too." Kame looked down at as he stood predatorily close with his hands moving down over Jin's abdomen. His fingers rest over the zipper, working nimbly to release the stuck fabric.
The gentle ministrations weren't gone on Jin. The movement of the tight leather against his crotch as Kame tugged on the zipper was soliciting a profound reaction from his loins. It won't be too long before his erection is painfully obvious. He tried think about disgusting thoughts like him wearing a leopard print and paisley hybrid with dead animals hanging on his shoulder pads on stage while doing his hip rolls, but they don't seem to be working.
He let out a ragged moan when Kame unexpectedly cupped his sensitive crotch, licked his earlobe, and whispered into his ear, "I think you're going to have to take the boxers off with the pants, Jin."
Jin collapsed against the full-length wall mirror, and moaned. Kame was in front of him in an instant, arms on each side of Jin's head. Damn Kamenashi, still composed at a time like this, Jin thought.
"D..don't you have, ahhh, a shop to run?" Jin had a hard time composing proper sentences when Kame oh so subtly grinds against him.
"Hmmm...That's why I have Koki. I'm all yours for the moment."
Kame got tired of waiting for Jin to make a move so he did it himself, invading Jin's already open mouth with his tongue.
It took a while for Jin to respond but when he did it was to cup Kame's ass and pull his hips against his aching hard-on, making Kame moan into his mouth.
Jin sucked Kame's lower lip as they both fumbled with their lower garments. It took just one strong yank to free Jin's cock, which then stood proudly up between them. Kame put a hand around it and finally told Jin, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this."
Jin squeezed his eyes shut willing himself from coming. He thanked God when Kame unbuckled his own belt, the contraption was like a chastity belt, and Jin gave up on figuring out how it worked when it refused to yield on the first few tugs. The button and zipper he could do by himself, though. It wasn't long before both of them were exposed and stroking each other’s cocks.
Kame ran a tongue along his jaw and nibbled on his earlobe, making him forget for a moment what he was supposed to ask, "Ah, Kame, just...how long do we have?"
"Not long, so turn around."
Jin obeyed before the situation dawned on him, and before he could think, he was already pressed against the mirror with Kame behind him making slow thrusting motions between his tightly closed legs. He panicked at the realization that they aren't prepared and it was gonna hurt like hell.
"Umm... Kameee... I don't... think-"
"It's fine," Kame's voice was soothing, and calm, like he's not hard himself. Jin is scared at the amount of control he had, "Just like this...It's okay."
And then Jin could relax and let himself over to the overwhelming sensations of Kame's hand tightly gripping his cock, stroking it in time with the slow but firm thrusts, of Kame's own hard length between his legs, pulsing with each plunge, pressing Jin against the mirror with each push.
When Jin looked up all he can see was them reflected in all mirrors of the walls of the fitting room. He could see the look on his face, all half-lided, and full-lipped, and Kame leaning against his back eyes closed in bliss, resting a cheek in between his shoulder blades. He could feel the warm puffs of Kame's labored breathing drying the sweat off his back. It all fell into an ethereal kind of rhythm that was too hypnotizing. Kame opened his eyes and looked at Jin’s in the mirror. He smirked at the look on Jin's face before whispering, "Really hot, isn't it?"
Jin's response was to moan loudly and shoot spurts of cloudy liquid into the mirror he is leaning against.
As he quivered from his orgasm, Kame's own come splattered against his, making both their juices indistinguishable from each other.
Jin still couldn't look at Kame, who immediately pulled his pants and boxers off as soon as he collapsed on his knees from the sudden release of tension, who was now concentrating fiercely on freeing the caught underwear. Jin couldn't even get his coordination sorted out enough to stand up yet. He was still coming into terms with how incredibly hot that was. And if Kame was cheating with him.
He turned his head to the evidence dripping down the mirror.
Kame chuckled. He had successfully unsnagged the irksome underwear from its captors and was lazily waving it around.
First Jin blushed at being caught staring at that "thing", then he blushed because his underwear was on display. Kame snorted and chucked his boxers at him, waited for him to finish putting it on, before crawling over for a kiss. Jin obliged but once the kiss ended, he started, "Um...Kame, how do I say this...KyonKyon?"
"Huh?" Kame stared at him with confusion.
"Like aren't you going out with her?"
Kame's brows furrowed at Jin's statement, "Huh? She used to be my fashion mentor. I used to go to her for advice. She's my supplier now. All my stocks come from her. Wait, where did you get that idea?"
Then Jin got really embarrassed, "Uh, nevermind that. So will you go out with me?"
"Of course," Kame stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the obvious, "Hn, were you internet stalking me?"
"Um..." Jin grasped for excuses but the blood supply in his brain hadn't reverted to its normal volume yet.
Kame laughed softly as he failed to find a fool-proof response. He rests his forehead against Jin's and looks into his eyes with that impish glint, "Oh, Jin, we're going to have lots of fun."
---End---
So first AU (kinda) guys, whadyathink?