[01/01] Torrid Love Affair
title. Torrid Love Affair
pairing. akame (je)
rating. r
summary. kame works at a coffee shop and jin performs there on wednesday nights. they hit it off because they're both smokers.
author's note. may or may not be continued. who knows. sort of porny.
word count. 00160
Jin performs at the coffee shop every Wednesday night. Kame knows because he always works then. Jin is twenty-one years old, a linguistics student. He has shitty guitar skills, but good looks and a pretty voice. Kame knows because the girls like to talk, don't try to hide the details of their conversations.
When Jin decides he needs an intermission, he goes to the alley behind the coffee shop for a smoke. Sometimes when Kame gets a break, he sees him back there.
"I like your shirt," Jin says offhandishly, offers Kame a light.
"Thanks." Kame leans against the brick building.
"Akanishi Jin," he says.
"Kamenashi Kazuya."
"Hello, Kamenashi-kun." He grins charmingly. "Are my adoring fans chanting my name yet?"
"I think you can spare another five minutes and have another cigarette."
Jin laughs. "Do I look like a big smoker?"
"You always have two when you're back here." Kame shrugs, drops his butt on the ground and grinds it with the heel of his shoe. "See you inside."
---
When Jin comes back, exactly four minutes and thirty seconds later, he sidles up to Kame's side and asks for his regular pumpkin latte. A little less sugar, a little more milk, extra whipped cream, hold the cinnamon.
"Are you the one who makes it for me every time I'm here for a performance?" Jin asks.
"Yeah." Kame hands him the steaming mug.
"Oh, okay. Sometimes I pick one up during the day and it doesn't taste as good."
---
"Nice pants," Jin says, offers another light. They hang out behind the coffee shop every week now. "How do you fit in them?"
"I grease my legs before putting them on." Kame laughs, takes the light.
Jin snorts. "You look like you're dressed to go dancing, not to work at a coffee shop." He looks Kame up and down. Thick black boots, tight red denim ripped in all the right places. Sleeveless black polo with a popped collar and raw edges, dark hair teased to end in tiny curls.
"Hm? No. I'm going home afterwards."
"So you just look like you're looking for sex for the hell of it?" Jin laughs. "You want to go out tonight?" He asks, lights up another cigarette. "There's a new club opening."
"I have to close. I get out around 11:30."
"I'll stick around, then." Jin throws his butt on the ground and walks back inside.
Kame can't help but think his words are full of something like promise.
---
They're so intoxicated that they dance with the same girl. They're so intoxicated that when she says she needs to use the lady's room, they just dance with each other instead. Kame doesn't stop Jin from stepping behind him and grinding their hips together.
"Hey," Jin murmurs, presses his lips to Kame's neck.
"Hey," Kame replies, wraps his arms around Jin's neck and pulls him closer.
"When I said I liked your pants, I meant I wanted them off."
Jin is blunt.
---
Kame's apartment is closest. He leads Jin to the bed (pulls him by the belt loops on his jeans) and the other presses him against the cold sheets. "I've done a guy like twice," Jin admits, pushes Kame's shirt up with one hand and licks a trail up his stomach and toward his chest. "But it'll be good," he purrs, takes a nipple between his teeth and smirks when Kame gasps, arches into his mouth, fists a hand in his hair.
One of Jin's hands undoes the zipper and button on Kame's pants, tries to pull the clingy denim from his hips.
"I really want you," Jin murmurs against Kame's lips before moving down, down, wraps pink lips around the other's length.
---
The next day, Kame wakes up alone with a hangover. It's two in the afternoon and he decides to sleep until it's time for work.
---
They see each other the next week and Jin presses Kame against the brick wall, drops his half-smoked cigarette on the ground.
Kame returns to work with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and two hickeys.
At closing time, Jin approaches him. "Let's go drinking," he says.
---
Jin's a talkative drunk and downs shots like there's no tomorrow. Kame has to tell the bartender to stop listening to Jin's whims, has to hail a cab and get him back to his apartment.
They fuck, of course. But when it's over, Jin talks about how his girlfriend is waiting for him at his apartment, how she's sweet and perfect and doesn't know that he's a party kind of guy. Kame listens because he's not sure what else he can do besides kick Jin out, and he can't bring himself to do that.
"You should bring her by the coffee shop next time," he suggests, but Jin is already snoring away. Kame wonders why even though this is all just sex, he has the urge to vomit and his chest constricts when he breathes.
---
She walks in alone, but he knows. She's little and pretty and stylish with curly brown hair and thick eyelashes.
When she spots Kame, she looks at his face, eyebrows furrowed, and walks over to him. "Are you Kamenashi-san? My boyfriend said you knew how to make his latte." She rolls her eyes thinking about him, smiles and is perfectly amiable and Kame feels bad that he doesn't like her and she hasn't done anything.
"Who?" He asks.
"Oh." She laughs. "He said you would know, but he's a little spacey." Akanishi. Akanishi Jin."
Kame looks at her through his bangs as he makes the latte, watches her eyes flicker between the television and the paintings on the wall and the coffee-preparing process. "Where is he?"
"He's at home. He's not feeling well. I think he caught something."
"I hope he feels better." Kame smiles. "You know, he performs here on Wednesday nights." He's too busy wondering if she knows to add extra whipped cream and hold the cinnamon.
"He tells me that it has a nice ambience." She nods and looks around the shop. "It seems quiet." She takes the styrofoam cup in one hand and rummages in her purse with another. "Oh! I left my wallet--"
"It's all right. I'll just put it on a tab."
---
"What kind of tab?" Jin asks, rubs a hand against the bulge in Kame's pants. "Cash? Favors?" He smirks and presses his lips against the other's neck, nibbles the pale skin there.
"Whatever you want," Kame replies, tries to be act listless and disinterested, but Jin just pouts and presses their bodies closer together. Kame can't stop his rushed breathing or the moans in the back of his throat.
"Favors, then," Jin whispers and unbuckles his pants.
"I think this should stop." Kame gasps when a calloused hand wraps around his cock.
"Why?" Jin asks, pulls slowly. "No one knows. You're my torrid love affair."
But that's exactly it, Kame wants to say.
2007.03.??