fic for juniority
Title: Honor Among Pirates
By: matchynishi
Pairing: Kame/Jin
Word count: 2,403
Rating: PG-13
Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Humor
Notes: The fic contains references to this interview. Also, I owe a lot to my beta. Thank you so much for looking this over!
Summary: Kame gives an interview. Jin reacts.
Akanishi Jin is not in the best of moods when he stalks into the lobby of Kame’s apartment building. The middle-aged security guard is usually prone to casual, friendly conversation, thinking nothing of chattering amiably with Jin as he waits for the elevator. Today, he seems to sense Jin’s ire and keeps a healthy distance.
Pushing the elevator button savagely, Jin wonders if he should just throw a punch at Kame first, or scream at him, or-
The ding of the elevator doors sliding open distracts him from his train of thought, but then he thinks of all the embarrassment he endured that day, and his mood turns even blacker.
“Oi,” he yells, when he reaches his destination, pushing the doorbell and banging on the door by turns. “Open the damn door, Kamenashi, before I kick it the fuck in!”
Jin can hear sounds from inside, and is positive that Kame’s home. He’s too impatient to wait for Kame to finish up his paranoid checking for crazy fans or paparazzi. Which is stupid and unnecessary in this instance, because Jin is being pretty loud at this point.
“Open the hell up, Kame!”
The door cracks open, and Jin can see the surprise in Kame’s face even in the narrow space between the wall and the still-chained door. “Jin? What are you doing here? What’s all the fuss?”
“Seriously, Kamenashi, if you don’t open up right now, I’m going to lose my temper right in this hall and that would probably violate a lot of Johnny’s public disclosure agreements.” Jin resists the urge to yell at Kame some more, and shuts his mouth with an audible snap.
Kame just blinks, the fucking asshole, like he has no idea what the hell is going on, and Jin is so annoyed that he can spit nails. Thankfully, Kame seems to sense the impending meltdown and moves to unfasten the chain, letting him in without any further ado.
Jin strides ahead with no greeting, brushing roughly past him. Kame raises an eyebrow at the brush-off but wisely lets it go unremarked. He locks the door and turns around to see Jin waiting for him in the middle of the living room, arms folded across his chest.
“Jin?” he asks carefully when there’s no response apart from silent, angry glaring. Jin makes a sound that’s almost a snarl, and Kame inadvertently notes the similarities to the sounds Pin makes when Ran-chan steals all his food. And that generally tends to happen right before Pin makes that funny little face and launches himself bodily at Ran-chan. Kame is thus, understandably wary. But also rather curious.
“What’s the matter?” Kame tries again, nonchalantly sidling over near the kitchen area, not stopping till he’s put some distance, the table (and the couch) between them. Never let it be said that Kamenashi doesn’t learn from past experiences. Jin is still saying nothing, just standing there glaring at him like Kame had killed his dog or something equally awful.
“Pin’s all right, isn’t he?” he asks at last, a deliberate attempt at distraction. He has the satisfaction of seeing Jin blink in surprise.
“Pin? Yeah, he’s fine,” Jin replies automatically. And now he’s looking at Kame weirdly, and really, that’s a bit of a stretch, considering his own recent actions.
“Oh. Well, good.” Kame tries to nod his encouragement while frantically going through everything he’s done recently that could’ve pissed Jin off to this extent. He’s too distracted by his thoughts to see Jin’s steadily growing annoyance at his inattention, and is thus totally open to attack, a situation Jin takes advantage of in short order.
“Ow!” Kame yelps, rubbing his forehead when something bounces off it with a dull thud. He looks uncomprehendingly down at his adorable Ponyo plushie lying on the floor.
“Akanishi, what the hell?” Kame snatches the plushie from the floor and brushes it off carefully, setting it back down on the couch.
“Exactly my question,” Jin says, and his lips are pressed tightly together, eyes narrowed, and Kame decides to let the matter of the plushie go.
“Okaaay. What’s wrong with you now?” He glances at Jin’s clenched fists and reconsiders. “Or do I not want to know?”
Jin growls and lobs a rolled up, crushed… something towards Kame’s head. This time, Kame is waiting for it, and easily dodges. His eyes fall on the magazine as it flutters to the ground.
Wait, is that… ah.
“So you’ve seen it, huh.” The tense lines of Kame’s body are starting to relax.
“I didn’t even need to, asshole,” Jin says, teeth gritted.
Kame makes a disappointed sound. “Really? How did you know, then?” He ducks when Jin picks up a book from the coffee table to launch at him. “Well, maybe you should read it before throwing things at me. Just a thought.”
“I don’t need to because I already know what it says,” Jin snaps.
Kame hums thoughtfully. “Pi?”
“And Ryo. And Yuu. And Reio. And my dance crew. And my mom. And fucking Josh, and I’ve got like, 30 unread mails, and seriously, why the hell are so many of my damn friends and family reading your stupid interviews?”
“They just love me that much,” Kame teases. “Maybe it’s because they can actually see my face without needing to squint around oversized hoodies and hats.” He grins and Jin flips him off in response.
“I’ll have you know that all my fedoras are perfectly stylish-”
“I’m sure they are,” Kame interrupts. He’s slipped off to the kitchen in the hopes that alcohol will mellow Jin’s temper some, and roots around in the recesses of his fridge.
“So you’ll read it, right?” he asks again, straightening up, two cans of beer in his hands. He frowns at the loud denial, but it falls away when Jin walks over for his beer, and snatches his magazine back from the floor despite his words otherwise.
Jin flicks open the can and slumps down on the couch in sulky irritation, stuffing the magazine in his bag. “Okay, fine, I’ll read it,” he says. “Although I still can’t believe you compared me to a manga heroine.” Jin grumbles, zipping his bag with uncharacteristic violence.
Kame leans on the doorframe, thinks back on the many, many, many memories and briefly marvels at how he’s managed to resist till now. “Well, I couldn’t think of many others who’re princessy enough, you see,” he says, keeping his face straight with some effort.
Jin glares at him. “Says the guy who wore hairpins and lipstick for his solo.”
Kame frowns, affronted. “If we’re going by concert outfits, maybe I should’ve just called you a hobo-Johnny Depp-lookalike,” he says, walking into the room and judging it safe to sit beside Jin now. He’s a master at quelling tempers by this point. He leans over to get his phone, and starts to go through his schedule for the week.
“I thought you liked Johnny Depp,” Jin says, frowning.
“He’s a very accomplished actor.” Kame busies himself scrolling through the calendar on his cell phone. “I do wish he’d clean up a bit outside of filming though. I mean, he’s practically wasting all that sex appeal,” he says, grimacing, his voice pained.
Jin takes a few seconds to absorb this information, and all the potential implications of that statement. And is then struck by a thought. “Jack Sparrow’s a pirate!” he exclaims, stabbing his finger accusingly at Kame, who raises an eyebrow.
“Congratulations, Akanishi,” Kame says dryly. “You’ve just discovered the major plot point of the movies.”
Jin growls. “I meant, why not him, then? At least he’s the same gender as me. I can totally be a Jack Sparrow!”
Kame looks up from his cell phone and gazes steadily at Jin. Jin narrows his eyes when Kame looks him up and down a couple of times, raising a single, unimpressed eyebrow before going back to his calendar.
“Oi,” Jin yells indignantly. “Answer me, you jerk!”
“Far be it from me to dash an innocent’s dreams,” Kame snickers. Jin splutters. “What, you’d rather have me compare you to the rum?”
Jin glares balefully at a snickering Kame, and wonders how mad it would make him if he threw the ridiculously expensive cushion at him. “The rum wouldn’t have worked anyway,” he says. “It’s not like the rum wanted to be there!”
“Okay, point.” Kame nods. “But Jack Sparrow didn’t want to be on the island either, right? Even if he did have the rum.”
Jin stops himself from debating the finer points of the movie with some effort. “You could at least have compared me to some other cool pirate,” he continues doggedly. “Like Luffy. I mean, it’s not like the whole pirates theme was my idea or anything.”
“I’m really sorry to burst your bubble, Jin, but you were never Luffy in KAT-TUN.” Kame’s voice is placid, but holds a hint of amusement. “Even if you did come up with the occasional great idea.”
“Why not?” Jin’s actually kind of offended now. He’s not making the effort to keep his feelings from his face either, and watches Kame’s smile evaporate. “What, you think you’re the only one flexible enough-”
“I meant, we didn’t have a Luffy.” Kame sounds a bit frustrated by this point. “KAT-TUN never needed a Luffy!”
“But we-okay, you know what, that’s not the point,” Jin mutters. “What is important is that because of you, my best friends think that calling me crappy nicknames is the best idea of the year, and it’s all your fault.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know that Princess Vivi is an awesome character.” Kame flips his cell phone closed and leans back in his seat. “You should be proud-”
Jin isn’t listening. “I swear, if I hear someone call me “ohime-sama” even one more time-”
Kame raises his voice to talk over Jin. “And if you’d just get over your juvenile sexism-”
“…Sexism? SEXISM??!”
“-then you’d stop focusing on the small things and actually get what I was saying in that interview.”
“What, that Princess Vivi isn’t as awesome as her cool pirate friends who’re still cool pirates?” Jin grumbles, sagging back on the couch.
“No,” Kame says. “That she’ll always be an honorary pirate.”
There’s a small pause. Jin eyes an expectant Kame. “That’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he says at last. “And you’ve said a lot of really cheesy things to me.”
Kame laughs and edges closer. “Well, I like cheese.”
“So I’ve noticed.” Jin resolves to ignore the (rather obvious) movement towards his person for the moment. “You didn’t need to say it, you know. It’s not like I don’t know how you feel about, um, everything,” he says, insecurities silenced for now. He tilts his head to look over at Kame, who, he notices, is now sitting a lot closer than he was before.
“Yes, but there’s nothing wrong with some validation every once in a while, right?” Kame asks with a quirk of his lips. His eyes are soft and understanding; his tone is pitched low and curls warmly around the tiny, guilty space hidden deep inside Jin’s heart. Jin holds the stare, silently acknowledging the unspoken encouragement and concern among the mishmash of emotions that he’s used to feeling with Kame. They never really needed words to communicate - even if they forget about that fact occasionally. Jin tries to avoid being charmed, but it’s a lost cause, and as always, he can’t really bring himself to mind when he fails spectacularly.
There’s a faint flush in Jin’s cheeks when he slouches back on the couch. “Well, maybe Princess Vivi doesn’t need your crappy honorary pirate membership,” he says, and is proud when his voice doesn’t waver.
“Yes, yes,” Kame says, waving a hand like he’s heard it all before. “I’m sure everyone knows that you have your hands full with running your kingdom at the moment.”
“You better believe it,” Jin sighs, mind flashing back to the last frustrating meeting with management and taking his attention off Kame for a couple of seconds. Always a dangerous thing to do, particularly so if alone and in close quarters, but most especially when your name starts with a ‘J’ and ends in ‘in’.
Jin starts in surprise when his shoulders are grabbed and he’s suddenly twisted away and pushed backwards. His eyes widen and he instinctively brings his hands forward to grab hold of Kame’s shirt. He ends up sprawled on his back, flat on the couch. “Oof,” he gasps out when Kame plunks rather gracelessly on top of him. “The fuck, Kamenashi?”
“You snooze, you lose,” Kame says, cheerfully unzipping Jin’s hoodie, thumbing open the buttons on his shirt, and sliding his fingers on bare skin, all in under five seconds. “Is the princess going to scream?” His eyes are wide with fake concern even as his fingers are busily worming their way into Jin’s jeans.
Jin tries to bat away the groping hands, trying to move Kame off him by the power of his glare alone. It doesn’t really work. “The princess is going to kick your ass if you don’t move,” he warns, attempting to wriggle out from under Kame without success. “Get off me, Kamenashi, you’re fucking heavy!”
Kame’s eyes are mischievous when he sneaks a hand under Jin’s neck. Jin throws his head to the side to avoid it, huffing out reluctant laughs liberally interspersed with gasped curses when cold fingers knowingly map out his tickle spots. Kame takes the opportunity to lean down and run a trail of kisses down his neck, and his loud objections are cut off rather abruptly.
“Maybe the princess needs to be a little less wimpy, hmm?” The words are a feather of breath across his collarbone, and Jin can’t contain the resulting shiver even if he tries.
Jin tries to push Kame aside with no success, resolving to control his reactions to the teasing touches as much as he can. “You know you’re - ah - supposed to treat royalty with respect and - damn it, not there - respect and dignity, right?”
“Well, I would, but…” Kame raises his head to look at Jin and waggles his eyebrows in the lewdest way possible. “Pirate,” he explains in heavily accented English, pointing at himself, complete with bawdy leer and wink. Jin thwacks him with the ridiculously expensive cushion.
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By: matchynishi
Pairing: Kame/Jin
Word count: 2,403
Rating: PG-13
Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Humor
Notes: The fic contains references to this interview. Also, I owe a lot to my beta. Thank you so much for looking this over!
Summary: Kame gives an interview. Jin reacts.
Akanishi Jin is not in the best of moods when he stalks into the lobby of Kame’s apartment building. The middle-aged security guard is usually prone to casual, friendly conversation, thinking nothing of chattering amiably with Jin as he waits for the elevator. Today, he seems to sense Jin’s ire and keeps a healthy distance.
Pushing the elevator button savagely, Jin wonders if he should just throw a punch at Kame first, or scream at him, or-
The ding of the elevator doors sliding open distracts him from his train of thought, but then he thinks of all the embarrassment he endured that day, and his mood turns even blacker.
“Oi,” he yells, when he reaches his destination, pushing the doorbell and banging on the door by turns. “Open the damn door, Kamenashi, before I kick it the fuck in!”
Jin can hear sounds from inside, and is positive that Kame’s home. He’s too impatient to wait for Kame to finish up his paranoid checking for crazy fans or paparazzi. Which is stupid and unnecessary in this instance, because Jin is being pretty loud at this point.
“Open the hell up, Kame!”
The door cracks open, and Jin can see the surprise in Kame’s face even in the narrow space between the wall and the still-chained door. “Jin? What are you doing here? What’s all the fuss?”
“Seriously, Kamenashi, if you don’t open up right now, I’m going to lose my temper right in this hall and that would probably violate a lot of Johnny’s public disclosure agreements.” Jin resists the urge to yell at Kame some more, and shuts his mouth with an audible snap.
Kame just blinks, the fucking asshole, like he has no idea what the hell is going on, and Jin is so annoyed that he can spit nails. Thankfully, Kame seems to sense the impending meltdown and moves to unfasten the chain, letting him in without any further ado.
Jin strides ahead with no greeting, brushing roughly past him. Kame raises an eyebrow at the brush-off but wisely lets it go unremarked. He locks the door and turns around to see Jin waiting for him in the middle of the living room, arms folded across his chest.
“Jin?” he asks carefully when there’s no response apart from silent, angry glaring. Jin makes a sound that’s almost a snarl, and Kame inadvertently notes the similarities to the sounds Pin makes when Ran-chan steals all his food. And that generally tends to happen right before Pin makes that funny little face and launches himself bodily at Ran-chan. Kame is thus, understandably wary. But also rather curious.
“What’s the matter?” Kame tries again, nonchalantly sidling over near the kitchen area, not stopping till he’s put some distance, the table (and the couch) between them. Never let it be said that Kamenashi doesn’t learn from past experiences. Jin is still saying nothing, just standing there glaring at him like Kame had killed his dog or something equally awful.
“Pin’s all right, isn’t he?” he asks at last, a deliberate attempt at distraction. He has the satisfaction of seeing Jin blink in surprise.
“Pin? Yeah, he’s fine,” Jin replies automatically. And now he’s looking at Kame weirdly, and really, that’s a bit of a stretch, considering his own recent actions.
“Oh. Well, good.” Kame tries to nod his encouragement while frantically going through everything he’s done recently that could’ve pissed Jin off to this extent. He’s too distracted by his thoughts to see Jin’s steadily growing annoyance at his inattention, and is thus totally open to attack, a situation Jin takes advantage of in short order.
“Ow!” Kame yelps, rubbing his forehead when something bounces off it with a dull thud. He looks uncomprehendingly down at his adorable Ponyo plushie lying on the floor.
“Akanishi, what the hell?” Kame snatches the plushie from the floor and brushes it off carefully, setting it back down on the couch.
“Exactly my question,” Jin says, and his lips are pressed tightly together, eyes narrowed, and Kame decides to let the matter of the plushie go.
“Okaaay. What’s wrong with you now?” He glances at Jin’s clenched fists and reconsiders. “Or do I not want to know?”
Jin growls and lobs a rolled up, crushed… something towards Kame’s head. This time, Kame is waiting for it, and easily dodges. His eyes fall on the magazine as it flutters to the ground.
Wait, is that… ah.
“So you’ve seen it, huh.” The tense lines of Kame’s body are starting to relax.
“I didn’t even need to, asshole,” Jin says, teeth gritted.
Kame makes a disappointed sound. “Really? How did you know, then?” He ducks when Jin picks up a book from the coffee table to launch at him. “Well, maybe you should read it before throwing things at me. Just a thought.”
“I don’t need to because I already know what it says,” Jin snaps.
Kame hums thoughtfully. “Pi?”
“And Ryo. And Yuu. And Reio. And my dance crew. And my mom. And fucking Josh, and I’ve got like, 30 unread mails, and seriously, why the hell are so many of my damn friends and family reading your stupid interviews?”
“They just love me that much,” Kame teases. “Maybe it’s because they can actually see my face without needing to squint around oversized hoodies and hats.” He grins and Jin flips him off in response.
“I’ll have you know that all my fedoras are perfectly stylish-”
“I’m sure they are,” Kame interrupts. He’s slipped off to the kitchen in the hopes that alcohol will mellow Jin’s temper some, and roots around in the recesses of his fridge.
“So you’ll read it, right?” he asks again, straightening up, two cans of beer in his hands. He frowns at the loud denial, but it falls away when Jin walks over for his beer, and snatches his magazine back from the floor despite his words otherwise.
Jin flicks open the can and slumps down on the couch in sulky irritation, stuffing the magazine in his bag. “Okay, fine, I’ll read it,” he says. “Although I still can’t believe you compared me to a manga heroine.” Jin grumbles, zipping his bag with uncharacteristic violence.
Kame leans on the doorframe, thinks back on the many, many, many memories and briefly marvels at how he’s managed to resist till now. “Well, I couldn’t think of many others who’re princessy enough, you see,” he says, keeping his face straight with some effort.
Jin glares at him. “Says the guy who wore hairpins and lipstick for his solo.”
Kame frowns, affronted. “If we’re going by concert outfits, maybe I should’ve just called you a hobo-Johnny Depp-lookalike,” he says, walking into the room and judging it safe to sit beside Jin now. He’s a master at quelling tempers by this point. He leans over to get his phone, and starts to go through his schedule for the week.
“I thought you liked Johnny Depp,” Jin says, frowning.
“He’s a very accomplished actor.” Kame busies himself scrolling through the calendar on his cell phone. “I do wish he’d clean up a bit outside of filming though. I mean, he’s practically wasting all that sex appeal,” he says, grimacing, his voice pained.
Jin takes a few seconds to absorb this information, and all the potential implications of that statement. And is then struck by a thought. “Jack Sparrow’s a pirate!” he exclaims, stabbing his finger accusingly at Kame, who raises an eyebrow.
“Congratulations, Akanishi,” Kame says dryly. “You’ve just discovered the major plot point of the movies.”
Jin growls. “I meant, why not him, then? At least he’s the same gender as me. I can totally be a Jack Sparrow!”
Kame looks up from his cell phone and gazes steadily at Jin. Jin narrows his eyes when Kame looks him up and down a couple of times, raising a single, unimpressed eyebrow before going back to his calendar.
“Oi,” Jin yells indignantly. “Answer me, you jerk!”
“Far be it from me to dash an innocent’s dreams,” Kame snickers. Jin splutters. “What, you’d rather have me compare you to the rum?”
Jin glares balefully at a snickering Kame, and wonders how mad it would make him if he threw the ridiculously expensive cushion at him. “The rum wouldn’t have worked anyway,” he says. “It’s not like the rum wanted to be there!”
“Okay, point.” Kame nods. “But Jack Sparrow didn’t want to be on the island either, right? Even if he did have the rum.”
Jin stops himself from debating the finer points of the movie with some effort. “You could at least have compared me to some other cool pirate,” he continues doggedly. “Like Luffy. I mean, it’s not like the whole pirates theme was my idea or anything.”
“I’m really sorry to burst your bubble, Jin, but you were never Luffy in KAT-TUN.” Kame’s voice is placid, but holds a hint of amusement. “Even if you did come up with the occasional great idea.”
“Why not?” Jin’s actually kind of offended now. He’s not making the effort to keep his feelings from his face either, and watches Kame’s smile evaporate. “What, you think you’re the only one flexible enough-”
“I meant, we didn’t have a Luffy.” Kame sounds a bit frustrated by this point. “KAT-TUN never needed a Luffy!”
“But we-okay, you know what, that’s not the point,” Jin mutters. “What is important is that because of you, my best friends think that calling me crappy nicknames is the best idea of the year, and it’s all your fault.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know that Princess Vivi is an awesome character.” Kame flips his cell phone closed and leans back in his seat. “You should be proud-”
Jin isn’t listening. “I swear, if I hear someone call me “ohime-sama” even one more time-”
Kame raises his voice to talk over Jin. “And if you’d just get over your juvenile sexism-”
“…Sexism? SEXISM??!”
“-then you’d stop focusing on the small things and actually get what I was saying in that interview.”
“What, that Princess Vivi isn’t as awesome as her cool pirate friends who’re still cool pirates?” Jin grumbles, sagging back on the couch.
“No,” Kame says. “That she’ll always be an honorary pirate.”
There’s a small pause. Jin eyes an expectant Kame. “That’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he says at last. “And you’ve said a lot of really cheesy things to me.”
Kame laughs and edges closer. “Well, I like cheese.”
“So I’ve noticed.” Jin resolves to ignore the (rather obvious) movement towards his person for the moment. “You didn’t need to say it, you know. It’s not like I don’t know how you feel about, um, everything,” he says, insecurities silenced for now. He tilts his head to look over at Kame, who, he notices, is now sitting a lot closer than he was before.
“Yes, but there’s nothing wrong with some validation every once in a while, right?” Kame asks with a quirk of his lips. His eyes are soft and understanding; his tone is pitched low and curls warmly around the tiny, guilty space hidden deep inside Jin’s heart. Jin holds the stare, silently acknowledging the unspoken encouragement and concern among the mishmash of emotions that he’s used to feeling with Kame. They never really needed words to communicate - even if they forget about that fact occasionally. Jin tries to avoid being charmed, but it’s a lost cause, and as always, he can’t really bring himself to mind when he fails spectacularly.
There’s a faint flush in Jin’s cheeks when he slouches back on the couch. “Well, maybe Princess Vivi doesn’t need your crappy honorary pirate membership,” he says, and is proud when his voice doesn’t waver.
“Yes, yes,” Kame says, waving a hand like he’s heard it all before. “I’m sure everyone knows that you have your hands full with running your kingdom at the moment.”
“You better believe it,” Jin sighs, mind flashing back to the last frustrating meeting with management and taking his attention off Kame for a couple of seconds. Always a dangerous thing to do, particularly so if alone and in close quarters, but most especially when your name starts with a ‘J’ and ends in ‘in’.
Jin starts in surprise when his shoulders are grabbed and he’s suddenly twisted away and pushed backwards. His eyes widen and he instinctively brings his hands forward to grab hold of Kame’s shirt. He ends up sprawled on his back, flat on the couch. “Oof,” he gasps out when Kame plunks rather gracelessly on top of him. “The fuck, Kamenashi?”
“You snooze, you lose,” Kame says, cheerfully unzipping Jin’s hoodie, thumbing open the buttons on his shirt, and sliding his fingers on bare skin, all in under five seconds. “Is the princess going to scream?” His eyes are wide with fake concern even as his fingers are busily worming their way into Jin’s jeans.
Jin tries to bat away the groping hands, trying to move Kame off him by the power of his glare alone. It doesn’t really work. “The princess is going to kick your ass if you don’t move,” he warns, attempting to wriggle out from under Kame without success. “Get off me, Kamenashi, you’re fucking heavy!”
Kame’s eyes are mischievous when he sneaks a hand under Jin’s neck. Jin throws his head to the side to avoid it, huffing out reluctant laughs liberally interspersed with gasped curses when cold fingers knowingly map out his tickle spots. Kame takes the opportunity to lean down and run a trail of kisses down his neck, and his loud objections are cut off rather abruptly.
“Maybe the princess needs to be a little less wimpy, hmm?” The words are a feather of breath across his collarbone, and Jin can’t contain the resulting shiver even if he tries.
Jin tries to push Kame aside with no success, resolving to control his reactions to the teasing touches as much as he can. “You know you’re - ah - supposed to treat royalty with respect and - damn it, not there - respect and dignity, right?”
“Well, I would, but…” Kame raises his head to look at Jin and waggles his eyebrows in the lewdest way possible. “Pirate,” he explains in heavily accented English, pointing at himself, complete with bawdy leer and wink. Jin thwacks him with the ridiculously expensive cushion.
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