fic: Engrossing Movements (1/3)
Jin studies the mass of pictures on the wall with Ryo thoughtfully, trying to take them all in in a giggly and excited matter, trying their best to ignore the assistant standing behind them quietly for their selections. Jin bites his knuckles and tries to keep calm not to be looked down upon but failing miserably. Not that any of the workers would - it’s not their job to judge. And hell, Jin can swear a lot more awful people come across. So they should be a good sight if something.
“I’ll go with her,” Ryo tells him and the assistant steps closer and nods with a polite smile and bows. “I shall lead you there. Do you need more time to pick, sir?” he offers politely to Jin who’s still nervously fidgeting where he is, finally realising to take his knuckles out of his mouth.
“Ah. Y-yes please. If you could,” he tries and bows himself. They’ve been standing and looking at the pictures for ten minutes already but the selection is wide, every girl more gorgeous than the other in their own way and he comes across difficulties. Ryo winks him secretly and holds his thumbs up. Jin tries not to smirk stupidly. He tends to do it when nervous.
“I’ll take this mister to his room,” the woman smiles. “I’ll be right back. We can map out the most fitting for you as well, go through the girls together. How about that?”
“Ah, y-yes,” Jin mumbles again, face slightly heated. “If you could. That’d be nice. I mean, thank you. Thanks.”
She is quite hot. With her glasses, dark but short hair, a bit tomboy-like but not really in those heels and professional skirt just over her knees, a cream-coloured blouse and black blazer, no, but her legs look really nice and Jin can’t help but somehow feel intimidated by her in the place. But she’s not available, she’s not an escort - she’s just an assistant. And asking her out there would be the most hypocrite and pathetic thing ever, so he has to let it pass, biting his lip as he follows her lead a nervous but confident Ryo to the stairs.
Jin sighs, wonders how the hell did they end up there (because of Ueda, when it’s something shady it’s always thanks to Ueda) and rocks a bit on his heels before realising he must look like some sort of childish youngster and stops, trying to look around if anyone saw, which thankfully no one did. He exhales heavily and turns around, walking on a small circle and looking around in the small and nicely decorated room if it wasn’t for all the pink all around the room.
For a while he looks at the opposite wall and wonders how come guys work in there and if chicks come in quite as often as guys. He wonders what it would be like, working there. Getting laid illegally. But he will never do such thing, he knows. He’s just there for one night of fun, one night of being a bad boy and getting something to brag about. Dudes like it when you do some crazy shit like this.
He takes in the male faces and hears the heels making an echoing sound on the corridor. He smiles at the woman sheepishly and scratches behind his ear. The woman sighs and walks towards him confidently.
“So you take your interest in men? Does your friend know?” she asks him with a wide and helpful smile and Jin simply stares at her in confusion, then before him and realises he’s still facing the opposite wall, the wall with all the pictures of the males. His face heats up and he tries to shake his head defensively.
“Don’t worry, our talk is confidential,” she assures him as she stops to stand next to him and Jin’s mouth simply hangs open with the slight brush of her hip against his. His face heats up but no words come out as she smiles at him with her lipstick-red lips.
“This is a place where you can come clean about your dark secrets. Talk, discuss and do something about things you might feel uneasy doing on the outside,” she tries to boost his confidence and Jin gulps, fidgeting where he is and wondering what the hell ever managed to go wrong.
“I’m not gay,” he objects with a mumble. “I just, I just wondered. I just saw the pictures and wondered, so…”
He realises a bit too late that his words come out a bit differently than he had meant and the woman (Misaki, her nameplate on the table spells) nods understandingly (she so didn’t understand!) and tilts her head slightly.
“Any preferences?” she asks him. Jin’s throat feels dry.
“I… You know, I think I should just go with a girl,” he tries to motion back to the other wall. “I mean, I’m here for girls, really!”
“Your friend doesn’t have to know,” Misaki offers gently. “We don’t judge here. But we can go with someone not all too macho and not too blunt if you would like?” she continues and starts going through the male pictures with her eyes. Jin winces and feels his palms sweating. Things were quickly going disastrously wrong. Ryo would laugh at him for a lifetime. And the others once he spread the word.
“What about him?” she offers kindly and presses her index finger on a picture of a young man. Jin’s mouth hung open.
He was out of excuses. It was only about to turn extremely embarrassing. For him too, and he hated being embarrassed. It was awkward. With a pretty lady like that.
He bit his lip and eyed the picture cautiously. He didn’t want to go through with it.
“He’s really popular,” Misaki enlightens him helpfully. “Kame. He can be anything, really. I believe he has some acting done earlier in his life.”
“Ah. Okay,” Jin mumbles embarrassedly as he studies the picture. He bites his lip as she motions for them to start walking and Jin realises that his ‘okay’ could probably be understood as an agreement.
“…This is confidential,” he makes sure while he still fidgets, eyeing the corridors. “Really. No word to anyone, ever. I’ve been with a girl here if someone asks.”
“We don’t say anything about who you’ve been with. You can say whatever you want, but we can’t,” she assures him again. “It’s safe in here.”
“Okay,” he finally agrees and follows her, rubbing his arm nervously and wondering how the hell did he end up in there.
Maybe it was something as stupid as destiny knocking in his door. Come out of your bisexual closet, womanizer! Or maybe it was karma. Could be karma. He so deserved it. And it was going to be awkward as hell.
But it could prove to be useful, he thinks nervously as he follows her up another staircase and tries to shut his ears from some questionable sounds coming from behind closed doors. He gulps. Sweat started to prickle down his forehead. Awkward.
No one would ever know. No one would ever, ever know. Ever.
He takes in a deep breath as she suddenly stops and opens a door, bowing slightly and motioning for him to step in.
“Ah! Oh. Yes, yes,” he mumbles as he slips in with a few embarrassed bows. It felt a lot like the word “awkward” was about to be redefined soon.
“Akanishi Jin is here to see you for an hour,” the woman tells Kame gently but professionally before smiling at him encouragingly as she shuts the door behind him.
“Hello,” a voice greets him and he lifts his gaze to see a young man with a bit lighter brown hair than his natural definitely would’ve been, about shoulder length and a bit wavy. He smiles at him and pats the free space in the couch next to him.
“You can take that jacket off if you want to,” the man offers again as he stands quietly where he is. “There’s a coat rack just by the door.”
“Ah,” Jin mumbles again stupidly, curses himself mentally and decides to step up his game so that he would at least be able to keep his face straight when he would walk past the building in the future. Or at least so that he would be able to pass the building by in the future.
He strips himself off his jacket and leaves it at the rack before he comes in properly. The man, Kame if he recalls correctly, observes him from where he sits cross-legged and taps the paper on the table with his two nails.
“You seem like a first-timer,” he offers politely. “You might be interested in the fee. You could of course request things off the list, but that would be entirely for my bonus. Or you could just tip me,” Kame flirts mischievously and smirks, leaning against the armrest. Jin takes the paper quietly in his hand, trying to keep cool.
“…Drink prices. You mix?” he asks Kame with a frown. Kame shrugs.
“Maybe. Something you fancy?” he asks. “It’s easier to be drunk for the first time.”
“Ah,” Jin agrees and slaps himself mentally for overusing the expression. He would have to work on reducing it. He bites his lip as he eyes the paper, hiding behind it.
“…I could go with just tequila,” he shrugs and tries to recompose himself. Kame rises on his feet and walks over to the bar-section (now that he notices it, it is quite a fancy room) and pours him a small glass of clear liquid from a bottle, settles a tiny bowl of salt beside it on the tray and slices a lemon with swift movements of his wrists before returning and setting it on the table before Jin.
“Go ahead,” he offers with a nod. Jin complies without as much as a “thank you”. He doesn’t feel the need to be sober. Quite the opposite, to be honest.
“Okay, so how does this go now,” he asks Kame as he pours himself another glass, licks his hand and sets salt on it. “You and me, uh, do it or something?”
Kame raises his eyebrows in amusement.
“…What,” Jin shoot at him defensively. “Don’t look at me like that! I know how this place goes! You’re all goody-good in here but behind closed doors -”
“I don’t do fucking,” Kame tells him strongly. “Not that often anyway. I’m an escort. Not a whore.”
“Everyone in here is a whore,” Jin defends himself. “If you work here, you are.”
Kame shrugs. “Well, I am slutty and the pay is good. What can I do?”
Jin sucks his lips nervously and fidgets, raising his feet on the couch and feeling slightly hot under Kame’s set gaze. He taps his knees with his fingers and draws in a deep breath.
“I’m bisexual,” he blurts out. Kame nods understandingly. Jin plays with the skin of a lemon slice with his fingers and tilts his head slightly, trying to avoid Kame’s eyes.
“I don’t… do men,” he continues hesitantly, his speaking slowing down. “I’m kind of…”
“Closet-gay?” Kame offers him. Jin grins at him embarrassedly.
“Can we say closet-bi? Please?” he tries. “It’s not like I don’t like women! I can do my life properly with just women…”
“But that would be a little cheap,” Kame continues. “So you’re here to try out guys.”
“Actually,” Jin tries to correct himself and waves his hand, “I was supposed to go for a girl but the receptionist…”
Kame chuckles, his plump lips turning into some sort of crooked smile and Jin gathers courage to look at him properly. So far Kame hasn’t judged. It actually makes everything feel a bit more okay than it should. A small smile is creeping on his own lips as well.
“I like men,” he claims confidently. “Wow, I like men. Wow. You’re amazing.”
“Tip me?” Kame smirks at him and Jin blushes.
“How does this go?” Jin mumbles again. “I mean, everything. How do I tip you? I mean, I could. You’re nice. I have a little spare money.”
Kame leans forward to tap a little carton box on the table with Tip me! written on it with a thick, black marker and a happy stick figure and something that distantly reminds him of a heart. He snorts.
“Go ahead. Tip me,” Kame smirks. “I’d be grateful.”
Jin straightens up and fishes some money from his pocket to drop in the dark pits of the box from the crack. Kame smiles at him. He smiles back.
He straightens up and sits properly, eyeing around. It feels good to be there now that he thinks about it. It feels safe. Client confidentiality, he liked that. He really liked that. He smiles at Kame widely and stands up.
“Bed?” he suggests. Kame gets on his feet and Jin really tries to hide his smile as he takes the boy’s wrists, guiding him to the soft sheets and sitting down on the edge.
“Do you want to take a look at the paper?” Kame murmurs at him as he kneels down before him on the floor, hands by Jin’s sides on the mattress. Jin gulps.
“Nah,” he shrugs. “Just come here, okay?”
He pats his lap and looks at Kame nervously. The boy (he must be a bit younger than him, just must) gets up and sits down on his lap, wrapping his hands gently around Jin’s neck. They’re really close now, really, really close. Jin’s breathing hitches as he gently helps Kame move so that his knees are on the mattress around his hips. It’s starting to become really warm.
Jin decides there’s nothing bad with whores. Or lying down with whores. If it feels good and smooth, it’s just like casual sex. He gulps as he lies down and Kame crawls better on him, kissing the side of his neck gently and cuddling the rest of his body.
He sighs gently in Kame’s shoulder and places his hands on the skin revealed under the hem of his shirt that had started running up his back. It does feel different than a woman’s even though Kame’s pretty slim. Maybe it’s the muscles.
Maybe he should try to pursue himself fully. It was pretty funny. Somehow… being with a man. He hadn’t really planned it. Ever. But now that… He liked it.
Kame’s body rocks above him gently and sensuously and he feels his arousal pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. He likes gentle. He wonders if Kame was reading him or if he was like him and preferred gentle too. He would’ve wanted to think the latter, but even if it would apply, the most plausible explanation would be the first one. Damn it. It wasn’t supposed to be readable.
He reaches for Kame’s belt, gathering confidence and liking the direction everything is going (he has only an hour covered after all) but Kame takes his wrist gently but firmly, lips grazing his shoulders and eyelashes tickling his skin.
“It costs extra. If you want my jeans off,” he murmurs to Jin who merely chuckles thickly and leans forward to place a kiss under Kame’s jaw, not really daring to go for lips. He wasn’t really sure how things went with whores.
“Let it cost,” he groans and lies down again, hands sliding down Kame’s thighs, trying to feel them through the annoying fabric. “I’d like them to come off.”
Kame sits on him, weight on his knees and unbuckles his belt in a sexy fashion. Jin follows him and feels himself harden, mind starting to go all hazy and sensitive for pleasure.
“That’s hot,” he tells Kame who pulls down his zipper slowly, the sound making him flinch. It’s a nice one.
Jin reaches his hands out and helps Kame rid himself of his jeans, getting on all fours on the bed and kissing Kame’s knees. He does appear to be a bit hard too, not like Jin really, but turned on had to be a good sign. Jin reached out his hand to cup the bulge in his boxers but Kame stopped it, guiding it away.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Akanishi,” Kame tells him again, his plump, swollen lips teasing a surprisingly sensitive and ticklish spot somewhere in his shoulder, near to his armpit. His murmur sends lovely vibrations on his skin and maybe it’s that why it takes him several seconds to actually understand what he’s saying.
“H-huh?” he mumbles as a very pant-less Kame helps him back down on the bed and climbs on him to cuddle, the soft skin of his thighs pressing to the bare skin of his sides. “Then what are we doing?”
“You yearn for comfort. Understanding,” Kame murmurs to his ear again, tone slightly playful and amused. “Closeness. I’m here to escort you.”
Jin’s eyes flutter rapidly and he holds Kame’s sides, completely lost.
“…But this is a bordello,” he groans in frustration and holds Kame close, lips pressed together. “We’re supposed to fuck. I want to fuck you.”
“This is an escort agency,” Kame corrects him. “And tonight you’re not getting laid by me.”
“…The fuck,” Jin grumbles and looks up at Kame’s eyes. “You took your pants off.”
“It’s on the list,” Kame tells him with a mischievous look and licks his lip, drawing small circles to Jin’s hipbone with his thumb. Jin can really feel his need throbbing. It’s starting to become something far from pleasurable.
“The fuck,” Jin repeats himself, mind still too clogged to give him something witty to say. “Come on, want me. What do you want me to do? I heard you do stuff.”
“Who told you I do stuff?” Kame asked him, eyebrows raised high. Jin gulps, trying to remain threatening.
“The assistant. She told me you do anything. That you’re like an ex-actor or something,” Jin tells him. “Come on. Why not?”
“I can be your fantasy for an hour, yes. Or just someone to make you feel comfortable,” Kame tells him as he lies down beside him, guiding him on top of him and pressing his face comfortingly on his chest, fingers swiftly caressing his hair. “But sex isn’t something you can request from me.”
“…So, basically,” Jin starts complaining, snuggling to Kame’s warm chest grumpily, “you’re telling me everyone else in here, except for me, is getting laid. And I’m not getting any.”
“My co-workers tend to like big bonuses,” Kame answered matter-of-factly. “And if you don’t make enough profit you get thrown out. Some people find it hard to get customers if they don’t… well… slip to the unethical side.”
“And you don’t?” Jin mumbled. Kame smirked at him and ran his fingers through his hair again. It was a nice feeling. Nicer than the dull throbbing between his legs.
“I know how to play this game,” he answers Jin and pecks his forehead. “I can handle my business. Without whoring all night long.”
Jin only groaned disapprovingly.
“…And I was looking forward to this. This whole man thing,” he mutters and buries his face better in Kame’s chest. His embarrassment is out of the describable range.
“Well,” Kame shrugged. “I’m sure many men here do that.”
“Mnnh,” Jin answers disapprovingly and settles better on Kame, lying on him and watching him.
“…You’re really pretty, you know,” he tells Kame softly. “Your bone structure’s interesting.”
“Your hair gives you out,” Kame offers him back. Jin frowns and purses his lips, cheeks heated.
“What did you say about my hair?!”
“I said it gives you out. Just as a friendly advice,” he tells Jin and kisses him between his eyes. “Your whole closet-bi. Or closet-gay, however people interpret it. Too pretty.”
“Do you like it?” Jin asks him. Kame gives him a smile, a nice little mean glimmer in his eyes as he combs it back with his fingers.
“What would you do if I said very much?” he whispers to him heatedly and Jin can feel his pants tighten again. He gulps and pulls Kame up to sit before him.
“That I’ll never change it,” he answers. “Never ever. Pinky promise,” he offers. Kame rolls his eyes.
“I don’t see how that applies to me, but okay,” he complies and they lock their pinkies together. Jin smiles.
“Can I kiss you?” Jin asks him hesitantly and bites his lips. Kame snorts and he feels his face heat up.
“That’s a no, isn’t it?” he mumbles and turns his face away. “I just asked, Jesus…”
“Okay,” Kame complies. “Once. Kiss of the month. You’re too adorable. Come here.”
“Huh?” Jin jumps, almost falling off the bed. “What?! REALLY!?”
“But this goes my way,” Kame tells him. “So come here.”
Jin comes closer, heart racing and palms sweat as he presses them on Kame’s shoulders. His mouth and lips feel suddenly awfully dry.
Kame is a man. And they are about to kiss. His first kiss with a man.
It feels like first kiss all over again.
Kame pulls him close, presses their foreheads together and rocks gently. For a while Jin feels like Kame’s just teasing him, playing with him, that the whole thing was yet another nasty tease but soon Kame buries his fingers in his hair, tilts his head gently and Jin can feel a gentle press on his lips. His grip on Kame’s shoulders tightens.
It’s a slow, long and sensual kiss and Jin decides he likes it. He hesitantly moves his own lips as Kame’s lips caress his own like sweet waves of the ocean and slips his tongue in, sealing the kiss with his tongue brushing against his sweetly. He pulls away with a wet sound of a smooch and keeps caressing Jin’s cheek. Jin remains silent and stares at Kame.
“Again,” he slurs quickly, lips numb and Kame laughs, fluffing his hair.
“No. That’s quite enough,” he assures him. “It was a sweet kiss. Thank you. I enjoyed it.”
“So do it again!” Jin demands. “Come on! It’s not a big deal, just a kiss!”
Kame comes closer and Jin’s breathing hitches. He parts his lips impatiently and tries to capture Kame’s, but the man places his own right next to his lips and smooches playfully.
“No,” he tells him again. “Treasure it if you feel like it. Or take it as a trophy, whatever.”
“I’ll cherish it,” Jin tells him. “If I do, can I get another one?”
Kame chuckles. “Not today. Not how the game goes.”
“Game?” Jin asks. Kame tickles him from under his chin and he withdraws a bit, arms defending the sensitive area.
“Grr,” Kame answers.
When Jin leaves the place, he’s all happy and bouncy as he walks beside Ryo who tells about the craziest of things he did with the chick he had been with. Jin’s pockets feel light.
“I have a butterfly heart,” he tells Ryo and his friend shoves him, chasing him and trying to make him tell all about how he did with his escort “chick”. He refuses to talk.
He has decided to maybe go to the place again. The butterfly in his heart felt just a bit freer confined in one stupid room.
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Part 2