Dr. Love Juice
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maayacolabackupTitle: Dr. Love Juice
Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for the Smut meme, reposting for archiving purposes/ remix
Prompt: Kamenashi hasn't been able to get it up for months. NUTT refuse to suffer through another harcore dance session to compensate for his manliness fail, so they blackmail their ex-expert on all things lovejuice into helping Kame get back with the flow.
When Jin gets a call from Koki that Kamenashi is causing problems at rehearsal, he wonders how this could possibly merit interrupting his ‘Sex and the City’ marathon.
“Jin, we need your help,” Koki says, his voice solemn. Jin pauses his DVD, and sits up a bit straighter in his leather armchair. “It’s…this is serious.”
“What’s going on with Kame?” Jin asks, mildly interested now, because Koki rarely sounds so tense. “Is he on his period or something?”
Koki’s voice is a hushed whisper. “Well, actually, there’s a rumor going around the jimusho…”
“A rumor? About Kame?” Jin is surprised. The last time there had been a rumor about Kame, it had been because he was secretly dating a 40 year old woman behind everyone’s back. “When did the rumor start?”
Koki clears his throat. “Honestly? I started it. But it’s BECAUSE I wanted to try and guilt Kame into fixing his own problem!”
Jin shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth, “Why is it your business?”
Koki makes a desperate sound in the back of his throat, like the keening wail of a harpooned beluga. “Jin, he’s gone insane. Yesterday, he made us run 50 laps around the studio because Junno swiveled his hips to the left instead of the right. Then he sat on the floor and cried when we said we needed a ten-minute break. Then he ate three packages of pudding and muttered ‘I’ll show you fat’ to himself while he ate the fourth one.”
Jin hummed understandingly. “But what’s the problem? And why are you calling me about it? What can I do?” Jin’s fingers are toying with the remote, thumb lingering over the play button as he anxiously waits to finish this call.
Koki is silent for a moment. “Well, you know how Ueda is always calling Kame’s doctor, because Kame can’t be trusted to tell us about his own health problems?”
“Yeah,” Jin says, still shoveling popcorn into his face. “So what? Is he dying of typhoid or Spanish influenza or scurvy or some shit?”
“Worse,” Koki breathes into the phone. “Much worse.”
“What could be worse than SCURVY?” Jin asks, now paying full attention to the man on the other end of the line, realizing the gravity of the situation.
“He can’t…get it up,” Koki says, uncomfortably.
Jin is confused. “Get what up?”
Koki groans. “Let’s just say no matter how many Queens he sees, his little Pirate is still flying at half mast.”
Jin can feel his eyes crossing. “Sorry, I don’t get it.”
“Little Kame won’t be breaking any records,” Koki snickers into the phone. “Kame’s had a month of wishing for No More Pain. He just wants to Change ur World, but he can’t rev his Ultimate Wheels! Nothing is Going! Kame just wants to Keep the Faith, but he can’t even Love Himself!”
Jin can hear Taguchi chortling in the background, and he can almost visualize the expression of despair that must be gracing Ueda’s face.
Jin is staring blankly at the wall, wondering why Koki is reading off some kind of strange set-list, and trying valiantly to connect it to what could possibly be wrong with Kame. “Koki, tell it to me straight,” Jin say, taking a shot of tequila.
“We need your help, Dr. Lovejuice,” Koki says, finally, “because Kamenashi Kazuya has broken his penis.”
Jin’s eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of his head. “How do you do that?” Jin is horror struck at the idea of his penis breaking. “How does he think?” Jin looks down at his own decision-maker, and shudders.
“Some of us use our brains to think,” Koki replies patiently, and Jin makes a soft sound of comprehension. “So we pooled all of our brains together, behind Kame’s back, and decided that you, our resident sexpert, need to sleep with him.”
Jin contemplates this for a moment. “So I need to convince Kame to sleep with me, successfully restore his confidence in his own manhood, and somehow not be killed during all of this?” Jin thinks it sounds like a stupid idea. “I’ll pass on walking into a tornado,” Jin says.
“It’s always safest at the eye of the storm,” Koki replies, and Jin pauses and considers.
“That’s a fair point,” Jin says. “But why would I get anywhere near the storm if I can help it?”
Koki gives a long sigh. “You’re the only one we can turn to, Jin, that can be trusted to get the job done right.” Koki chuckles. “I…can’t believe I just said something like that. Out of context, someone could get the wrong idea about your character.”
Jin scowls, although he knows Koki can’t see it through the phone. “I thought you wanted me to do you a favor,” he says threateningly.
“Right, right,” Koki says, still laughing. “So, are you in?”
“What’s in it for me?” Jin asks, basically sold on the idea, if for no other reason than it would be hilarious.
“Um…my eternal gratitude?”
“Think harder.”
“Um…you would have done a great service to this world?”
“Nope,” Jin says, drumming his fingers against the remote.
“If you don’t do it, I’m going to show everyone in your American dance crew those pictures from the time you got naked at Jimmy Mackey’s birthday party and you did that dance thing with the mustard and the hamburger buns—“
“You wouldn’t dare—“
“I mean, it was sooooo sexy everyone HAD to take tons of photos, Jin, and there’s this one, where you’re doing that thing with your tongue and your left leg in the air, and it’s really—“
“Done,” Jin says. “But if I do this, you’ve got to give me the pictures. I won’t have you pulling those out every time you want something from me!”
When Jin hangs up the phone, he is out of popcorn, and he’s lost interest in his ‘Sex and the City’ marathon. He does, after all, have planning to do. His reputation is on the line.
Kamenashi, Jin thinks, better prepare for an onslaught.
***
It’s not going to be a big hardship, Jin thinks, sleeping with Kamenashi. He’s a bit too bitchy for Jin’s tastes, and the excessive eyebrow plucking and moisturizing is something that Jin thinks should probably be reserved for the fairer sex, but Kame is his own, unique type of sexy—he looks a bit like an alien, but it’s a sexy alien, like Spock, the one in the new movie (not the old movie, not that he isn’t also sexy, but he’s not Jin’s type), so Jin doesn’t mind.
Jin, as a master of cunning plans and subtlety, thinks this whole mission is going to be a total breeze, but it turns out Kame is a busy guy. When Jin calls to invite him out to dinner, Kame says he can’t possibly meet until next week, which Jin knows Koki will find unacceptable.
So plan ‘Invite Kame out to dinner and get him drunk’ gets thrown by the wayside, in favor of plan ‘Break into Kamenashi’s House and Turn it into a Sex Palace.’ Jin thinks his plan is brilliant. He’ll sneak into Kame’s house, scatter flower petals everywhere, put on some sexy music, and fill the bedroom with delicious things they can eat off of each other…It’ll be a night Kamenashi will never forget, Jin thinks, patting himself on the back. And how hard can it possibly be to break into Kamenashi’s place, anyway?
The answer is VERY HARD, and by the time Jin has gotten inside the apartment, almost triggering both sets of outside alarms and DEFINITELY triggering the inside one (luckily, Kamenashi is predictable, and after three tries Jin guesses 5318008, because when that number is written upside down, it reads boobies, and Kame is secretly a 13 year old boy about stuff like that,) Jin kinda justs wants to lay down on Kame’s swanky leather sofa and take a nap. But he knows he has work to do, and so he pulls off his backpack and sets to work. When he’s finished, Jin lays contentedly on Kame’s bed, surrounded by bowls of various delicious looking fruits and dipping sauces, and waits for his prey.
When Jin hears the door open, he is tense with anticipation. He just knows Kamenashi is going to love his surprise. But all Jin hears, in the first few minutes, is the quiet creaking of the closet door, and muffled footsteps. Then he hears copious amounts of sneezing. “Fuck, shit, damn, ROSES? What the FUCK?!” he hears Kame swear, as he starts stomping around the living room, his ranting punctuated by sneezing. “What kind of fucking burglar puts *sneeze* fucking ROSES all over somebody’s fucking *sneeze* house?!” And then there’s the sound of Kamenashi tripping over the cord to Jin’s boombox, which stutters to a halt in the middle of the Thong Song, which Jin thinks is a shame, because Sisqo is a musical genius.
Kame pushes open the bedroom door with a howl of rage, and then blinks owlishly at Jin for a few seconds while Jin stares terrified back at him. “Jin?” Kame says, and there’s something dangerous in his voice that Jin doesn’t understand, but it’s that fucking tornado thing—Kame in a rampage is a terrible thing, indeed.
Jin looks at the ruins of his plans, and Kamenashi standing in front of him, holding a baseball bat loosely in his hand, his nose red from countless sneezes, and his hair mussed from his tumble across the threshold. He is glaring at Jin menacingly, like Jin is the stupidest motherfucker on the planet and Kame is going to take that baseball bat and beat his head in with it.
Jin’s heart inexplicably skips a beat. Kamenashi is best like this, Jin thinks, as he unconsciously walks toward danger, with no make-up, his perfect mask cracked, his real emotions on display for all to see. Except only Jin is here, and Jin remembers that it’s safest at the eye of the storm, so Jin grabs Kame’s face between his hands and kisses him. Kame squeaks in surprise, and puts his hands on Jin’s shoulders to push him away. Jin is persistent, though, and then Kame’s hands are suddenly clutching his shirt, pulling him closer. “You taste like strawberries,” Kame mutters against Jin’s mouth, and Jin wants to laugh but he can’t stop kissing Kame long enough to gather the air to do it.
Jin didn’t think it would be like this, drugging, addicting kisses that make him forget that the world around him is made up of more than Kame’s lavender scented soap and Kame’s stubby hands with those perfectly manicured nails digging into his biceps, and Kame’s lips, tinted with cherry lip gloss, pressing butterfly kisses to his own and then dragging Jin’s tongue into his mouth on every time Jin leans his head slightly to the right to come in closer. Kame keeps moaning, these small whining sounds that make Jin want to pull Kame inside of him as deep as he’ll go.
Jin can’t resist tugging at Kame’s flannel shirt, pulling so hard the buttons tear off as he drags it down his arms. Kame lets go of Jin for just a moment, to free himself from the arms of the button down, before he tugging at Jin’s hoodie, dragging it upward until Jin steps away from him and quickly removes the offending article of clothing, and Jin gasps as Kame’s warm hands immediately seize his sides, drawing him back in and rising on his toes enough to capture Jin’s mouth again.
“Jin, what…what is this?” Kame says, as Jin’s hands toy with the waist of his designer jeans—jeans that probably cost more than Jin’s apartment. “What are you doing here?”
“Seducing you,” Jin squeezes out between licks against the inside of Kame’s mouth.
Kame snorts, before licking and sucking a trail down Jin’s throat, toward his collarbone. He nips at it with his front teeth, and Jin squeals at the peculiar combination of discomfort and desire. “I’m allergic to roses, you complete dumbass,” Kame breathes against Jin’s neck, which sends a shudder through his body. “And I could have killed you.”
Jin throws his head back as Kame licks across his nipple. “We all make stupid choices in the name of sex,” Jin says. “Maybe me more than others.” He can feel Kame’s lips curve into a smile as the press into his stomach, and that’s when Jin realizes Kame is on his knees, dragging Jin’s sweatpants down to reveal his aching cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jin yells in English, as Kame blows hot air on his exposed cock. He looks down at Kamenashi, who looks flushed and sexy as all hell on his knees in front of Jin, lips parted with the tip of Jin’s cock resting on the lower one.
“I don’t know why you bothered with all the food,” Kame says, one eyebrow raised in mild disdain, “when clearly there’s plenty to eat right here.” And then he’s taking Jin in his mouth, and Jin doesn’t care about anything but soft, slippery heat. He fists his hands in Kame’s hair, and somehow doesn’t drag his head back forward when Kame retreats for air, but it’s a tough battle, and Jin almost loses it several times. But Jin’s a Sex Spartan, and he can hold off a hundred thousand impulses if he has to, even though he’s working with limited resources, and the hundred thousand impulses all have Kamenashi expertly sucking his cock off on their team.
Jin summons every ounce of willpower he’s every possessed and pulls Kame up to his feet, kissing him desperately as his cock presses against the rough, Eternal Jeanist-selected denim. “Kame,” Jin says, and doesn’t really recognize the sound of his own voice. His hands make quick work of the buttons on Kame’s jeans, and he’s slipping his hands inside, wondering if Little Kame thinks this feels as amazing as he does.
And Jin doesn’t really see what the fuss was about, because Kame is hot and throbbing in his hand, the tip of his erection leaking enough pre-cum to lubricate Jin’s hand as it slides up and down within the confines of Kame’s jeans. “Yes,” Kame whispers throatily. “YES,” and then he’s gasping and coming all over Jin’s hands. Jin keeps stroking, and Kame whines and whines but he doesn’t go soft. “It’s too much,” he says, but Jin doesn’t stop, just keeps steadily stroking until Kame shoves him back onto the bed, shedding his jeans and climbing on top of Jin like a wildcat stalking his prey.
Jin feels like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t come soon. Kame is so hot, way hotter than he had been led to believe with all the sparkly costumes and terrible mascara, and Jin more than anything just wants him to keep talking, because the sound of his voice, which is unbearable in a practice room, is irresistible in the bedroom, throaty and vocal and smooth like honey.
Kame’s erection is pressing into his hip, now, and Jin thrusts upward, moaning as his cock brushes against Kamenashi’s flat stomach, which is lean and smooth and feels like velvet-covered iron. “Fuck me, please,” he grunts, impatiently, and Kame chuckles darkly.
“Oh don’t worry, I will,” Kamenashi says. “After all, you went through all this trouble.” He slides a hand slowly across Jin’s rib cage, leaving raised bumps on Jin’s skin it’s wake. Jin shivers with an aching need.
“Please,” he says again, and then Kamenashi is leaning over to the bedside drawer, pulling out lube and a condom. He swiftly squirts a bit onto his fingers, and then Jin can’t concentrate on anything but the stretching of two fingers inside of him.
Jin doesn’t let himself bottom very often—he usually sleeps with women. Actually, (and Jin doesn’t like to admit his inexperience,) he’s only ever slept with one guy before, and he’d rather not name names, but he was very drunk at the time and doesn’t really remember it feeling this awesome, otherwise he would have sworn off vagina for all eternity just to feel Kame’s fingers pressing against that spot inside of him that makes fireworks appear behind his eyelids while Kamenashi’s avian nose nudges his cock.
And then Kamenashi is slipping inside of him, and Jin thinks that the planets have realigned and that Kamenashi’s cock, on this bed, in this apartment, is now the center of the fucking universe, and maybe the only thing that exists in the fucking universe, cause Jin can’t possibly imagine that anything else is happening right now, not with this shit going on.
Jin knows that somewhere in the world, there are soda machines malfunctioning, and pandas going extinct, and Man U could be losing a soccer game, and other major world tragedies could also be happening, but right now he does not care about anything beyond the friction inside of him, the slow glide of Kame touching him in ways he’s really never experienced before but thinks he may be rapidly developing an addiction to. “Oh god, yes,” Jin says, and Kame grunts in agreement. Jin hooks his legs around Kame’s waist and uses his heels to pull him in deeper, wincing at the penetration but wanting it to continue.
And then Jin is exploding, and Kame is too, and when Jin somehow swims his way back to consciousness, he is curled into Kame’s arms like a fucking girl, but he’s too spent to move and it feels kind of nice, like he could get used to it. “I thought you were having problems getting it up?” Jin mumbles into Kame’s arm, as he nuzzles his face into it.
Kamenashi stills, but then relaxes. “Maybe I just didn’t have the right inspiration,” he says, and Jin thinks that sounds like something Mr. Darcy from Bridget Jones’ Diary would say, except totally more romantic because it’s happening to him and not Renee Zellweger. “Anyway, are you just here because Koki blackmailed you with some pictures? Because Koki slipped up yesterday.”
Jin pauses, but he’s too sleepy to look up at Kame and see if he’s offended. “Well, only sort of. Also I thought it would be fun,” Jin replies, and Kame laughs, the kind of laugh that makes his body quiver just enough to keep Jin from drifting off to sleep.
“Well, thanks, I guess,” Kame says.
“And you’re totally sexier than Spock, baby,” Jin adds, as Kamenashi’s warmth starts to lull him back to slumber.
“Don’t think that means you aren’t setting my place to rights in the morning, Bakanishi,” Kame warns, but Jin figures he’ll be able to ‘talk’ Kame into helping in the morning.
He hears Kame humming 'Love Juice' under his breath as he finally goes to sleep.
Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for the Smut meme, reposting for archiving purposes/ remix
Prompt: Kamenashi hasn't been able to get it up for months. NUTT refuse to suffer through another harcore dance session to compensate for his manliness fail, so they blackmail their ex-expert on all things lovejuice into helping Kame get back with the flow.
When Jin gets a call from Koki that Kamenashi is causing problems at rehearsal, he wonders how this could possibly merit interrupting his ‘Sex and the City’ marathon.
“Jin, we need your help,” Koki says, his voice solemn. Jin pauses his DVD, and sits up a bit straighter in his leather armchair. “It’s…this is serious.”
“What’s going on with Kame?” Jin asks, mildly interested now, because Koki rarely sounds so tense. “Is he on his period or something?”
Koki’s voice is a hushed whisper. “Well, actually, there’s a rumor going around the jimusho…”
“A rumor? About Kame?” Jin is surprised. The last time there had been a rumor about Kame, it had been because he was secretly dating a 40 year old woman behind everyone’s back. “When did the rumor start?”
Koki clears his throat. “Honestly? I started it. But it’s BECAUSE I wanted to try and guilt Kame into fixing his own problem!”
Jin shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth, “Why is it your business?”
Koki makes a desperate sound in the back of his throat, like the keening wail of a harpooned beluga. “Jin, he’s gone insane. Yesterday, he made us run 50 laps around the studio because Junno swiveled his hips to the left instead of the right. Then he sat on the floor and cried when we said we needed a ten-minute break. Then he ate three packages of pudding and muttered ‘I’ll show you fat’ to himself while he ate the fourth one.”
Jin hummed understandingly. “But what’s the problem? And why are you calling me about it? What can I do?” Jin’s fingers are toying with the remote, thumb lingering over the play button as he anxiously waits to finish this call.
Koki is silent for a moment. “Well, you know how Ueda is always calling Kame’s doctor, because Kame can’t be trusted to tell us about his own health problems?”
“Yeah,” Jin says, still shoveling popcorn into his face. “So what? Is he dying of typhoid or Spanish influenza or scurvy or some shit?”
“Worse,” Koki breathes into the phone. “Much worse.”
“What could be worse than SCURVY?” Jin asks, now paying full attention to the man on the other end of the line, realizing the gravity of the situation.
“He can’t…get it up,” Koki says, uncomfortably.
Jin is confused. “Get what up?”
Koki groans. “Let’s just say no matter how many Queens he sees, his little Pirate is still flying at half mast.”
Jin can feel his eyes crossing. “Sorry, I don’t get it.”
“Little Kame won’t be breaking any records,” Koki snickers into the phone. “Kame’s had a month of wishing for No More Pain. He just wants to Change ur World, but he can’t rev his Ultimate Wheels! Nothing is Going! Kame just wants to Keep the Faith, but he can’t even Love Himself!”
Jin can hear Taguchi chortling in the background, and he can almost visualize the expression of despair that must be gracing Ueda’s face.
Jin is staring blankly at the wall, wondering why Koki is reading off some kind of strange set-list, and trying valiantly to connect it to what could possibly be wrong with Kame. “Koki, tell it to me straight,” Jin say, taking a shot of tequila.
“We need your help, Dr. Lovejuice,” Koki says, finally, “because Kamenashi Kazuya has broken his penis.”
Jin’s eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of his head. “How do you do that?” Jin is horror struck at the idea of his penis breaking. “How does he think?” Jin looks down at his own decision-maker, and shudders.
“Some of us use our brains to think,” Koki replies patiently, and Jin makes a soft sound of comprehension. “So we pooled all of our brains together, behind Kame’s back, and decided that you, our resident sexpert, need to sleep with him.”
Jin contemplates this for a moment. “So I need to convince Kame to sleep with me, successfully restore his confidence in his own manhood, and somehow not be killed during all of this?” Jin thinks it sounds like a stupid idea. “I’ll pass on walking into a tornado,” Jin says.
“It’s always safest at the eye of the storm,” Koki replies, and Jin pauses and considers.
“That’s a fair point,” Jin says. “But why would I get anywhere near the storm if I can help it?”
Koki gives a long sigh. “You’re the only one we can turn to, Jin, that can be trusted to get the job done right.” Koki chuckles. “I…can’t believe I just said something like that. Out of context, someone could get the wrong idea about your character.”
Jin scowls, although he knows Koki can’t see it through the phone. “I thought you wanted me to do you a favor,” he says threateningly.
“Right, right,” Koki says, still laughing. “So, are you in?”
“What’s in it for me?” Jin asks, basically sold on the idea, if for no other reason than it would be hilarious.
“Um…my eternal gratitude?”
“Think harder.”
“Um…you would have done a great service to this world?”
“Nope,” Jin says, drumming his fingers against the remote.
“If you don’t do it, I’m going to show everyone in your American dance crew those pictures from the time you got naked at Jimmy Mackey’s birthday party and you did that dance thing with the mustard and the hamburger buns—“
“You wouldn’t dare—“
“I mean, it was sooooo sexy everyone HAD to take tons of photos, Jin, and there’s this one, where you’re doing that thing with your tongue and your left leg in the air, and it’s really—“
“Done,” Jin says. “But if I do this, you’ve got to give me the pictures. I won’t have you pulling those out every time you want something from me!”
When Jin hangs up the phone, he is out of popcorn, and he’s lost interest in his ‘Sex and the City’ marathon. He does, after all, have planning to do. His reputation is on the line.
Kamenashi, Jin thinks, better prepare for an onslaught.
***
It’s not going to be a big hardship, Jin thinks, sleeping with Kamenashi. He’s a bit too bitchy for Jin’s tastes, and the excessive eyebrow plucking and moisturizing is something that Jin thinks should probably be reserved for the fairer sex, but Kame is his own, unique type of sexy—he looks a bit like an alien, but it’s a sexy alien, like Spock, the one in the new movie (not the old movie, not that he isn’t also sexy, but he’s not Jin’s type), so Jin doesn’t mind.
Jin, as a master of cunning plans and subtlety, thinks this whole mission is going to be a total breeze, but it turns out Kame is a busy guy. When Jin calls to invite him out to dinner, Kame says he can’t possibly meet until next week, which Jin knows Koki will find unacceptable.
So plan ‘Invite Kame out to dinner and get him drunk’ gets thrown by the wayside, in favor of plan ‘Break into Kamenashi’s House and Turn it into a Sex Palace.’ Jin thinks his plan is brilliant. He’ll sneak into Kame’s house, scatter flower petals everywhere, put on some sexy music, and fill the bedroom with delicious things they can eat off of each other…It’ll be a night Kamenashi will never forget, Jin thinks, patting himself on the back. And how hard can it possibly be to break into Kamenashi’s place, anyway?
The answer is VERY HARD, and by the time Jin has gotten inside the apartment, almost triggering both sets of outside alarms and DEFINITELY triggering the inside one (luckily, Kamenashi is predictable, and after three tries Jin guesses 5318008, because when that number is written upside down, it reads boobies, and Kame is secretly a 13 year old boy about stuff like that,) Jin kinda justs wants to lay down on Kame’s swanky leather sofa and take a nap. But he knows he has work to do, and so he pulls off his backpack and sets to work. When he’s finished, Jin lays contentedly on Kame’s bed, surrounded by bowls of various delicious looking fruits and dipping sauces, and waits for his prey.
When Jin hears the door open, he is tense with anticipation. He just knows Kamenashi is going to love his surprise. But all Jin hears, in the first few minutes, is the quiet creaking of the closet door, and muffled footsteps. Then he hears copious amounts of sneezing. “Fuck, shit, damn, ROSES? What the FUCK?!” he hears Kame swear, as he starts stomping around the living room, his ranting punctuated by sneezing. “What kind of fucking burglar puts *sneeze* fucking ROSES all over somebody’s fucking *sneeze* house?!” And then there’s the sound of Kamenashi tripping over the cord to Jin’s boombox, which stutters to a halt in the middle of the Thong Song, which Jin thinks is a shame, because Sisqo is a musical genius.
Kame pushes open the bedroom door with a howl of rage, and then blinks owlishly at Jin for a few seconds while Jin stares terrified back at him. “Jin?” Kame says, and there’s something dangerous in his voice that Jin doesn’t understand, but it’s that fucking tornado thing—Kame in a rampage is a terrible thing, indeed.
Jin looks at the ruins of his plans, and Kamenashi standing in front of him, holding a baseball bat loosely in his hand, his nose red from countless sneezes, and his hair mussed from his tumble across the threshold. He is glaring at Jin menacingly, like Jin is the stupidest motherfucker on the planet and Kame is going to take that baseball bat and beat his head in with it.
Jin’s heart inexplicably skips a beat. Kamenashi is best like this, Jin thinks, as he unconsciously walks toward danger, with no make-up, his perfect mask cracked, his real emotions on display for all to see. Except only Jin is here, and Jin remembers that it’s safest at the eye of the storm, so Jin grabs Kame’s face between his hands and kisses him. Kame squeaks in surprise, and puts his hands on Jin’s shoulders to push him away. Jin is persistent, though, and then Kame’s hands are suddenly clutching his shirt, pulling him closer. “You taste like strawberries,” Kame mutters against Jin’s mouth, and Jin wants to laugh but he can’t stop kissing Kame long enough to gather the air to do it.
Jin didn’t think it would be like this, drugging, addicting kisses that make him forget that the world around him is made up of more than Kame’s lavender scented soap and Kame’s stubby hands with those perfectly manicured nails digging into his biceps, and Kame’s lips, tinted with cherry lip gloss, pressing butterfly kisses to his own and then dragging Jin’s tongue into his mouth on every time Jin leans his head slightly to the right to come in closer. Kame keeps moaning, these small whining sounds that make Jin want to pull Kame inside of him as deep as he’ll go.
Jin can’t resist tugging at Kame’s flannel shirt, pulling so hard the buttons tear off as he drags it down his arms. Kame lets go of Jin for just a moment, to free himself from the arms of the button down, before he tugging at Jin’s hoodie, dragging it upward until Jin steps away from him and quickly removes the offending article of clothing, and Jin gasps as Kame’s warm hands immediately seize his sides, drawing him back in and rising on his toes enough to capture Jin’s mouth again.
“Jin, what…what is this?” Kame says, as Jin’s hands toy with the waist of his designer jeans—jeans that probably cost more than Jin’s apartment. “What are you doing here?”
“Seducing you,” Jin squeezes out between licks against the inside of Kame’s mouth.
Kame snorts, before licking and sucking a trail down Jin’s throat, toward his collarbone. He nips at it with his front teeth, and Jin squeals at the peculiar combination of discomfort and desire. “I’m allergic to roses, you complete dumbass,” Kame breathes against Jin’s neck, which sends a shudder through his body. “And I could have killed you.”
Jin throws his head back as Kame licks across his nipple. “We all make stupid choices in the name of sex,” Jin says. “Maybe me more than others.” He can feel Kame’s lips curve into a smile as the press into his stomach, and that’s when Jin realizes Kame is on his knees, dragging Jin’s sweatpants down to reveal his aching cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jin yells in English, as Kame blows hot air on his exposed cock. He looks down at Kamenashi, who looks flushed and sexy as all hell on his knees in front of Jin, lips parted with the tip of Jin’s cock resting on the lower one.
“I don’t know why you bothered with all the food,” Kame says, one eyebrow raised in mild disdain, “when clearly there’s plenty to eat right here.” And then he’s taking Jin in his mouth, and Jin doesn’t care about anything but soft, slippery heat. He fists his hands in Kame’s hair, and somehow doesn’t drag his head back forward when Kame retreats for air, but it’s a tough battle, and Jin almost loses it several times. But Jin’s a Sex Spartan, and he can hold off a hundred thousand impulses if he has to, even though he’s working with limited resources, and the hundred thousand impulses all have Kamenashi expertly sucking his cock off on their team.
Jin summons every ounce of willpower he’s every possessed and pulls Kame up to his feet, kissing him desperately as his cock presses against the rough, Eternal Jeanist-selected denim. “Kame,” Jin says, and doesn’t really recognize the sound of his own voice. His hands make quick work of the buttons on Kame’s jeans, and he’s slipping his hands inside, wondering if Little Kame thinks this feels as amazing as he does.
And Jin doesn’t really see what the fuss was about, because Kame is hot and throbbing in his hand, the tip of his erection leaking enough pre-cum to lubricate Jin’s hand as it slides up and down within the confines of Kame’s jeans. “Yes,” Kame whispers throatily. “YES,” and then he’s gasping and coming all over Jin’s hands. Jin keeps stroking, and Kame whines and whines but he doesn’t go soft. “It’s too much,” he says, but Jin doesn’t stop, just keeps steadily stroking until Kame shoves him back onto the bed, shedding his jeans and climbing on top of Jin like a wildcat stalking his prey.
Jin feels like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t come soon. Kame is so hot, way hotter than he had been led to believe with all the sparkly costumes and terrible mascara, and Jin more than anything just wants him to keep talking, because the sound of his voice, which is unbearable in a practice room, is irresistible in the bedroom, throaty and vocal and smooth like honey.
Kame’s erection is pressing into his hip, now, and Jin thrusts upward, moaning as his cock brushes against Kamenashi’s flat stomach, which is lean and smooth and feels like velvet-covered iron. “Fuck me, please,” he grunts, impatiently, and Kame chuckles darkly.
“Oh don’t worry, I will,” Kamenashi says. “After all, you went through all this trouble.” He slides a hand slowly across Jin’s rib cage, leaving raised bumps on Jin’s skin it’s wake. Jin shivers with an aching need.
“Please,” he says again, and then Kamenashi is leaning over to the bedside drawer, pulling out lube and a condom. He swiftly squirts a bit onto his fingers, and then Jin can’t concentrate on anything but the stretching of two fingers inside of him.
Jin doesn’t let himself bottom very often—he usually sleeps with women. Actually, (and Jin doesn’t like to admit his inexperience,) he’s only ever slept with one guy before, and he’d rather not name names, but he was very drunk at the time and doesn’t really remember it feeling this awesome, otherwise he would have sworn off vagina for all eternity just to feel Kame’s fingers pressing against that spot inside of him that makes fireworks appear behind his eyelids while Kamenashi’s avian nose nudges his cock.
And then Kamenashi is slipping inside of him, and Jin thinks that the planets have realigned and that Kamenashi’s cock, on this bed, in this apartment, is now the center of the fucking universe, and maybe the only thing that exists in the fucking universe, cause Jin can’t possibly imagine that anything else is happening right now, not with this shit going on.
Jin knows that somewhere in the world, there are soda machines malfunctioning, and pandas going extinct, and Man U could be losing a soccer game, and other major world tragedies could also be happening, but right now he does not care about anything beyond the friction inside of him, the slow glide of Kame touching him in ways he’s really never experienced before but thinks he may be rapidly developing an addiction to. “Oh god, yes,” Jin says, and Kame grunts in agreement. Jin hooks his legs around Kame’s waist and uses his heels to pull him in deeper, wincing at the penetration but wanting it to continue.
And then Jin is exploding, and Kame is too, and when Jin somehow swims his way back to consciousness, he is curled into Kame’s arms like a fucking girl, but he’s too spent to move and it feels kind of nice, like he could get used to it. “I thought you were having problems getting it up?” Jin mumbles into Kame’s arm, as he nuzzles his face into it.
Kamenashi stills, but then relaxes. “Maybe I just didn’t have the right inspiration,” he says, and Jin thinks that sounds like something Mr. Darcy from Bridget Jones’ Diary would say, except totally more romantic because it’s happening to him and not Renee Zellweger. “Anyway, are you just here because Koki blackmailed you with some pictures? Because Koki slipped up yesterday.”
Jin pauses, but he’s too sleepy to look up at Kame and see if he’s offended. “Well, only sort of. Also I thought it would be fun,” Jin replies, and Kame laughs, the kind of laugh that makes his body quiver just enough to keep Jin from drifting off to sleep.
“Well, thanks, I guess,” Kame says.
“And you’re totally sexier than Spock, baby,” Jin adds, as Kamenashi’s warmth starts to lull him back to slumber.
“Don’t think that means you aren’t setting my place to rights in the morning, Bakanishi,” Kame warns, but Jin figures he’ll be able to ‘talk’ Kame into helping in the morning.
He hears Kame humming 'Love Juice' under his breath as he finally goes to sleep.
