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Part I is here.
Part II
*~*~*
They clean up, and take inventory.
The carpet has a big fat hole in it that matches the big fat hole at the bottom of the sitting cushion, but the laminate underneath is fine. The couch is fine. All is fine. His bandmates are fine.
The debut anniversary party will be at somebody else's house.
Kame wants a drink.
The tree committee has a fairly short, fairly subdued meeting and rules their charge 'still pretty' and 'all right if you don't look too close' and 'maybe it's more round now...'
They settle back around the table, bringing back the booze, bringing back the equipment, bringing back Koki who had slumped down against the door and looked like he was settling in.
"It smells kind of nice," Taguchi observes. "Like a camp fire." One in which the boy scout bullies burned their victim's woolly hat. If Taguchi hadn't almost single-handedly saved Kame's laminate and, quite possibly, his apartment, Kame might kill him. Or at least cause him severe bodily harm, but, well, Taguchi is his hero. His beer hero.
Ueda and Koki get into a sluggish discussion about carbon-monoxide poisoning, and although Nakamaru insists knowledgably that they are quite safe from sudden pink death, Kame opens the window for a little while. Thus reassured, Koki stretches out on the unharmed rug, while Jin retrieves the sheep and clutches it to himself to keep warm.
Huddling a bit, he's got his legs crossed under him, looking thoughtful in his corner of the couch. He taps a scorched little angel with his index finger and sighs, and when the only fierce thing happening to Kame at the sight is a desire to kiss the spot in the curve of Jin's neck that makes him shiver, he figures he should have that drink, and relax.
"So we should have songs?" he tosses out, angling for... oh, who cares, somebody's beer and maybe it even saved the day. "To go with the camp fire."
"Christmas songs!" Taguchi says brightly.
"Ho, ho, ho," Koki mumbles at the ceiling. Kame watches him for a moment, zoning in and out like... well, a drunk person, but Koki-drunk, friendly-drunk. It's kind of cute.
When he looks around the table, he finds Jin watching him, and for once it's not meant to make Kame squirm. Jin looks uncertain.
"I put it in the bedroom," Kame says, though he feels a bit stupid about this by now. "Knock yourself out. I'm not getting up."
Nobody even comments when Jin goes to get his guitar from there.
Koki makes a faithful effort to push himself up on his elbows. "Are we singing?"
"What are we singing?" Nakamaru asks more lucidly.
"White X'mas?"
Ueda grimaces. "Not again."
Jin comes back, guitar in hand, nudging the burnt cushion along in front of him with his toes. It leaves a little trail of fluffy stuffing but Kame doesn't care. When Jin maneuvres it between Ueda's arm chair and Kame on the other cushion, Taguchi gets himself a couch spot for the first time in the evening.
Jin crosses his legs and settles the guitar against himself. "I like Silent Night," he says.
Kame likes Silent Night.
There are no objections, though protests start as soon as Jin strums the first chord.
"Hey, nobody said anything about unearthly screeching," Nakamaru says. "Pick a key we can all use."
Jin rolls his eyes, but the next chord is a few notes lower. "Okay, one, two, three, four---"
"Silent niiiiiight..." For a bunch of pop idols, it sounds rather mournful. It's also in two languages. "Hooooly niiiiight."
"The K, the A, the T, the T---"
"Hey, not yet." Taguchi leans down to thwap Koki on the head.
"Laaaa la laaaa---" Kame tries because he never knew more than the first four words. It's the melody he likes.
"All is bright..." Jin's voice wobbles as he tries not to laugh.
"J.O.K.E.R. K.O.!" Koki's fist punches into the air.
They're all on the la la las now, and with a sigh that's really a giggle, Jin gives up. "Okay. Let's... just not do that."
"We need a more appropriate song," Taguchi says.
"A KAT-TUN style song," Nakamaru agrees. "And none of that goldy Santa stuff, either."
"Song for a Red Santa," Koki mumbles, tapping an unidentifiable rhythm on his chest with his fingers..
Jin and Ueda are looking at each other. Jin tilts his head. Ueda pushes the arm chair back and slides down to sit next to him. "Quiet, peasants," he says with a wave of his hand. "Geniuses at work."
Nobody's quiet, but they get left to their own devices. Kame watches them for a little moment, Jin with his head bent over the guitar so his hair obscures his eyes, long fingers sure on a few random chords, then resting gently on wood when Ueda makes a low-voiced suggestion.
Koki has worked himself into a sitting position, and then blinks at Kame as if he's not quite sure what he did that for.
"You feeling okay?" Kame asks, because Koki's breathing looks a little focused.
"Fine," Koki sighs, happily enough, and sways a bit when he promises earnestly, "I'm not gonna puke on your floor, Kame."
Kame's not worried. They're generally all good at finding the bathroom first. "I'm sure you won't," he says, while Nakamaru comments to Taguchi that campfire singing is an admirably low-energy activity.
Jin keeps the music low, a soft background, and Kame sips at his beer and feels happy and amused, watching Koki ease himself back down on the rug in slow motion, head towards Kame now.
"It's nice of you to have us over," Koki says, and pats the rug. "Don't be mad at Jin. Cigarettes are dangerous. But don't be mad at him."
"I'm not mad at Jin."
Jin is peering at the table for an available beer, but is distracted when Ueda sits up straighter with a sudden idea.
"You're a real nice guy, Kame," Koki says.
"Well, everybody brought something," Kame says easily. "Everybody helped." He looks at the black hole in his carpet.
"I could come over, help you clean tomorrow."
"That's all right, we'll be fine."
"One single concert, man, do you know how many kilowatt hours that is?"
"I guess a lot of trees have to die for that," Taguchi nods sympathetically at Nakamaru, folding his long legs under himself like he's settling in for the lecture.
Kame looks at their shimmering tree while he listens to Koki's recollection of that time they all got drunk together after finally surviving REAL SHOCK, and Ueda is humming a few notes for Jin to pick up. The team tree. He grins.
"You know my brother?" Koki asks, utterly random. "He's a junior."
"Yes, I know your brother. We've met. He comes to our changing room and steals your potato chips."
"Ah, yes. Sure. He knows you too."
"Yeah?" Kame asks, fine with just letting Koki find his point at his own pace. Nakamaru is going on about extinction and Taguchi says he feels for the Bactrian Camel.
"Yeah. And... I'm not supposed to tell you this, you see? But. He told me. But don't tell him, all right?"
"Promise," Kame reassures him, trying not to laugh when Koki looks terribly relieved. "So... what?"
"The juniors totally adore you," Koki reveals. "Of course they think you're cool, too. But they like you even more. They think you're a good senpai."
"What about the Loch Ness Monster?" Taguchi asks, sprawling far back over the arm of the couch.
Kame twirls his beer, blushing a bit. He's not always sure he gets it right. He likes the juniors, but he's not so great with kids, not like Jin, and sometimes he worries he tries too hard and comes across as fake.
"That's really nice," he says. "Thanks."
Koki crosses his arms under his head and smiles up at the ceiling. "Remember when we were juniors?"
Disagreement in the genius corner, Kame can tell from the rising voice level, but it's the friendly kind, and by now Ueda's got the guitar.
"Yeah," he says, watching Jin drum his hands on his crossed legs and claim that Santa probably had quite the life when he was younger. "We all wanted to be like Tackey."
"It doesn't have to be all gooey, that's the point," Jin is saying, with an interesting gesture to signify goo, and then he explains some more about the rocking life at the North Pole.
"I never did," Koki says with a faint grin.
"Yeah, well," Kame says fondly, remembering, "you're special."
Ueda does something pretty and melancholy sounding with the guitar that makes Jin lean forward and go, "No, wait, that's--- give it back." Then he plays the thing Ueda did only it sounds different, and it's twice as fast. "All the reindeer raise their hands in the ai-ir..."
"That's plagiarism."
"It's a different melody."
"Ducks are not extinct, you idiot," Nakamaru is saying. Taguchi is curled up in a giggling heap.
"Yo bitch, you been good? I'm the Santa from the hood, ima show you my pole, ima---"
"No!"
Ueda has excellent instincts, Kame thinks gratefully.
Jin isn't upset. "Okay, the rap can wait." His gaze falls on Koki, who hasn't followed any of this, and Jin smiles slowly to himself, quietly happy; it's good to see, Kame thinks, just as Jin's eyes flick to him, linger and change and... Okay, that's kind of happy too.
The kind of happy that makes Kame flush a little and hope it goes unnoticed among the ducks and dancing reindeer.
"We'll get to the naughty stuff later," Jin says, and probably thinks that way of lowering his eyes is sneaky. "But let's get some life into that old Santa."
The next chords are more melodic but still faster than Ueda's initial beat. Jin tries the same combination twice, then changes it a little, starts singing random syllables as he tries out a melody. "How's that?"
"Better," Ueda says generously. "Again?"
Jin repeats it, then Ueda takes it over, and next turn, Jin leaves him to it and harmonizes, not even aware how he looks when he closes his eyes and feels his way along a melody, and there's no way not to watch him, none.
When they come to the end of their tune, Kame notices the others have stopped talking.
Ueda looks quite satisfied. Jin looks at Kame, and Kame smiles.
"Not bad," Nakamaru says, and like he means it. "With words, that could be nice."
"Was that Akanishi?" Koki asks, and when Kame turns his head, Koki is squinting at him with hard-won focus.
"Jin and Ueda," Kame says.
"That was pretty."
"Yes." He glances at Jin again, tries to ignore how Jin's eyes have lit up and what that does to him. "They'll write you a rap, too."
Jin squeals, and elbows Ueda in the side.
"You know," Koki says, eyes closing again, "I'm happy I'm in KAT-TUN. You know that, right? You should know that."
"I know that," Kame says because yeah, things have changed a lot since 2001.
"No poles, no fucks," Ueda declares, firm but resigned. Jin looks like he can live with the compromise.
*~*~*
They put on some music eventually, something gentle that goes with the comfy spice scent in Kame's burner and the hours getting later, slower. Kame is sitting in front of his cushion now, to have something to lean back on, and wiggles heavy limbs into a comfortable sprawl.
Rap composition has been wisely postponed for more sober times. Koki is sleeping with his face in the sheep, and Ueda takes a picture with his cell because it looks adorable.
Nakamaru is almost dozing, too, workload and booze catching up with him, but he smiles at Taguchi's story of his first day of learning to surf.
"Never had absinthe before," Ueda muses to no one in particular, drawing a spoon through the thick sugary remains at the bottom of his glass. He's folded up in the armchair, hugging his knees.
Jin's feet are close to Kame's under the table, and he can sense it when Jin squirms next to him despite the little gap; can feel his look, long and intent in a way that wouldn't pass as innocent if they were more clear-headed, but they're not, and it's late, and Kame says nothing, just tries not to squirm back.
"I really like that song," Nakamaru says, eyes shut. They're all silent as they listen for it, because the volume is low.
Kame hums agreement once he recognises it. X Japan ballads, always good for moods like this.
"We need to watch out for the last subway," Taguchi says, sighing. "Getting that time."
"Hm-mmm," Ueda goes vaguely, resting his chin on his knees.
Jin's "Hm," sounds sympathetic enough, but the excited little wriggle of his toes against Kame's calf proves him a liar. Kame shifts away to make a point. Jin can be patient. They can both be patient, and they can be polite.
So he reaches for Koki's shoulder, politely, shakes it gently. "Koki?"
"Whuuu..." Koki rolls over onto his back and blinks blearily up at the ceiling, then rolls his eyes in Kame's direction. "Huh?"
"Time for trains."
"Hm." Koki ponders that. Closes his eyes in concentration... and next there's a faint snore. Taguchi giggles.
"This isn't going well," Nakamaru observes sagely.
"He could just crash there," Ueda says.
"No!" Jin says instantly, and Kame flinches. Jin looks apologetic. "I just mean, sure, he could, but it's not very comfortable. And cold. Maybe if we call him a cab home?"
"You're forgetting Johnny's new directive of the year: 'No drunken KAT-TUN member to be inserted into any taxicab without being accompanied by a responsible adult'," Ueda points out.
Kame looks away from Ueda's grin, but then forgets embarrassment when his eyes fall on Nakamaru; Nakamaru, studying Jin, quietly and subtly and a bit amused, and then he can see Nakamaru pack away the little smile and make himself look bland, and...
Kame can do bland, too, only just now, it's not really coming to him.
Nakamaru turns to him and gives him a tiny nod. "I guess I might qualify as responsible. And I don't live too far out of the way."
He knows. Kame isn't sure why he's so certain, but Nakamaru knows. Which... he can't think about just now when he's got to be composed and normal enough that if there's the slightest chance he's wrong, he won't give himself away. So he says things like 'very kind' and 'not necessary', and Nakamaru in turn apologizes for skipping out on clean-up duty after specially requesting it, and a cab is called and arrives almost instantly and then there's a lot of bundling and manhandling and people putting on their shoes the wrong way, and Koki insisting that he wants to wear his Santa hat, and then Kame's apartment has two people less in it, and Jin sliding him sly glances like he's the cat and Kame the cream and the fridge door's just been cracked open.
"Subway?" Ueda asks, stretching his limbs one by one and hopping into boxer-stance, somewhat less co-ordinated than usual. Taguchi nods and stands up, too.
Kame gets their coats, and they're both dressed before Ueda throws a look at Jin's decidedly not winterproof state. "You not coming?"
"I'm going to help clean up," Jin recites virtuously. When Ueda raises his eyebrows, he gestures around, a bit helpless. "I did... you know..." Kame wonders if he'll cop to the tree in a moment of need. "I made a mess with the cushion." Jin points at the fluff on the floor, then smiles, happy with himself. "Also, I'm nice."
Ueda transfers the skeptical look to Kame. "You'll be all right?"
The fact that Jin doesn't protest says a lot about how impatient he is to get everybody out of here. Kame bites his lip so he doesn't laugh. "I'm sure I can put him to good use."
He keeps his eyes firmly on Taguchi and Ueda as they say their goodbyes to Jin and he sees them to the door, and when he risks a brief glance, Jin is sitting on the couch very meek and attentive with the sheep in his lap.
Kame waits while Ueda laces up his boots and Taguchi finishes wrapping a three-metre scarf around himself, and then there are more goodbyes, and finally the elevator closing on Taguchi's cheerful wave. He locks the door and turns back around, and he's barely taken a step when Jin stands up.
"Do me now."
One thing he loves about Jin is his sense of focus. But Kame calls the shots, and it's his messy apartment. He takes a moment to get past what Jin's dark stare is doing for his hard-on, and he glosses over it with a skeptical eyebrow.
"I'll do you later," he says at the end, almost managing stern.
Jin is advancing, his gaze steady and bold like he's calling in what's rightfully his. "You said..." And then he's trailing off and biting his lip, halfway between laughter and a squirm because Jin's not half as shameless as he likes to appear and he can't act over it, either.
Kame dodges out of his reach, escapes giggling to where they were sitting, bringing the arm chair between them. "Ye-es?"
Eventually, Jin works his way through his flustered cuteness. "You said you'd put me to good use."
Kame, with a hand on the upholstery, contrives to look innocent. "Yes. You can empty the dishwasher for the next load."
"Wha--- you mean you really want to tidy up?" Jin looks as though he'd proposed a new and utterly depraved perversion.
"For starters."
"Not fair, Kame," Jin complains. "I had to wait all evening. Let's just go to bed."
"Let's do it here," Kame counters, warm with the sudden thought and with the way Jin goes from surprised to very, very interested in two seconds flat. "Under your tree," he smiles. "Lights and baubles and the little sheep..."
Jin eyes the tree. Eyes Kame.
"Not in this mess, though," Kame pushes, and taps his fingers insistently, anticipating...
"Dishwasher," Jin says slowly, and that gaze he sends along Kame's body almost makes him change his mind. "Fine."
"You know where stuff goes," Kame says, and turns away to start picking up cushions and contemplate his carpet. One second, two... and Jin's steps move away towards the kitchen.
When he checks, Jin is turning all his focus on Kame's shelving system and how to move glassware and crockery as fast as possible, which turns out to be pretty fast, for a guy who's had five beers and six shots of tequila, not that Kame was counting.
Kame collects all the empty bottles and leaves them in the hall, to take out tomorrow, and pulls the rug over the traces of cushion stuffing, to leave till tomorrow. His desire to tease Jin has limits.
The rug is still fluffy and whole and should be warm enough under Jin's back, comfortable... yes, that'll do just fine.
Then he grabs a first load of glasses off the coffee table, because that will not be fun to have rattling around... during.
Jin is trying to fit the large pan into the top rack, not an easy task. He makes a point of ignoring the evil slavedriver as he arranges the little spiky things that usually hold glasses so he can squeeze the metal in between.
Kame puts the glasses down and watches him for a moment, worn-out jeans and comfy warm sweater and the way he's handling Kame's kitchen, all sure and at home. He slips his fingers into the gap over Jin's belt.
Jin twitches with a funny little yelp, and then he holds very still. His skin is cool under Kame's fingers.
"Good start," Jin says slowly. A measured wriggle, and Kame can see him lowering the pot he is holding, can anticipate the sudden turn and snatch...
He pulls his fingers back with a teasing flutter. "Just a taster," he says as he slips out of reach. "Good work there, keep going."
He gets the rest of the glasses on the next round. Jin is piling up the pots that didn't fit anymore. He looks at Kame with a bit of a challenge, but also a practical question.
"That's fine, don't turn it on yet," Kame says, nodding at the closed but silent dishwasher. "Noisy."
He sorts the remaining glasses safely into a corner, Jin's attention divided between running water and shooting secret glances at Kame, and when Kame's done with that and has made sure there's a clear stretch of counter with no poky bits sticking out, he grabs Jin by the belt loops and spins him around, presses him back.
"You're a real pain, you know," Jin says, voice dropping, hands held up soapy at his sides and his mouth opens before Kame's even there, lets him in and lick and taste, and there's a sharp little sound that makes Kame grind his hips against Jin.
He leaves him slumped against the kitchen counter, with his own hard-on demanding what the hell he's getting at here.
Jin's noticed, and is smiling faintly even while looking red-lipped and breathless. "You've turned into some sort of masochist?" He holds Kame's eyes as he puts a hand on his crotch and treats Kame to the blatant hip thrust he once did for audiences of thousands, until he stopped that and now it's for Kame alone.
"Don't distract me," Kame says, only it comes out a little wrong. "I've got... you know. Stuff to do." And he had a plan. Which can be... sped up, certainly, but he's not so easy. Easily manipulated.
Jin's smile gets wider.
"If you start licking your fingers, I'm going to make you vacuum."
Thankfully, that gives Jin the giggles, and Kame snatches a black bin bag and gets out of there.
Rolling up the ruined sitting cushion and keeping it squeezed together long enough to be stuffed into the bag requires ingenuity and effort, and does a good job of distracting him. It's a task for two, but Jin is making good progress in the kitchen and if Kame's nose isn't fooling him, he's even brought out the cleaner for the work surfaces. The fact that he's whistling Pinky while he does it has nothing to do with anything.
Kame dumps the bin bag by the front door and looks around. The second cushion can go back under the bed, and he might as well get Jin's guitar out of the way, too. Also useful for a brief pass by the bedside drawer, and when he comes back out, Jin is still wooing the counters to never cheat on him, with words by now.
Kame puts the lube on the coffee table, settles on the arm of the couch closest to the tree, and waits.
It doesn't take long, because Jin notices his lack of movement through the open shelves. Jin stops with his hands on a towel.
"Well?" Kame says. No need to raise his voice. Jin's listening.
Rinses his hands again, careful and thorough, dries them. Walks over leisurely, teasing Kame back with frank eyes and the slow movement of his hips... and it's working; Kame's clothes feel too warm and too tight, and now he wonders why he made them wait so long before getting Jin naked.
Jin stops, makes a show of considering the tree again. "All good now?" he asks. "Surface conditions satisfactory?" He bites his lip. "The light to your liking?"
"You'll look good in it," Kame says simply, and he can see Jin's breath hitch. He pulls Jin closer by his sleeves, and keeps from ripping his clothes off by linking his fingers with Jin's, bringing their hands up. "You smell of lemon," he says on a warm breath over skin.
Jin laughs, low and full, as he steps close between Kame's legs. "And whose fault is that?"
Kame puts his teeth around a knuckle in a mock-bite, flicks out his tongue to check, but it's just scent. "The tequila's?" he tries, blinking up innocently, and Jin would probably thump him one if Kame wasn't turning out his palm and running his tongue up the inside of Jin's fingers.
Jin's breath goes in sharp. "So I'm not allowed, but you are?" Shaky, laughter and desire flickering over each other, and Kame knows how that feels.
He smiles around two of Jin's fingertips before he pulls off, says, "In a nutshell."
Jin lets him, reaching out to run his other hand through Kame's hair. "You're really getting off on this bossy shit, aren't you?"
Kame grins into Jin's palm, and Jin strokes lightly around his ear. Then he lets go, reaches for Jin's hips and the edge of Jin's sweater.
"Careful, wouldn't want to rush things," Jin says, but he raises his arms obediently enough. "Sure I shouldn't polish the silver first?" His voice sounds muffled as Kame slides sweater and tank top over his head in one.
Kame turns for the couch, drops the clothes, and Jin pounces.
He's always been stronger, and when he grabs Kame with a great swoop and pulls them tight together, Kame feels his stomach swirl wildly before the kiss even happens, before Jin tilts him backwards, off balance, and whispers, "ha!" into his mouth, and then they stumble a bit and gasp together, and Kame lets Jin have his moment because the moment's a pretty damn nice one.
"Now what are you going to do?" Jin grins down at him eventually, his hands sure and hot at the small of Kame's back.
Kame looks straight into his eyes. "Now you will let me up again and I will rip the rest of your clothes off and ravish you."
Jin chews his lip. Tilts his head thoughtfully. Pulls Kame up and stands back, smiling happily. "Okay."
The undressing turns out to be mutual, since it's impossible to keep Jin's fingers off Kame's belt, his zipper, out from under his shirt. But Kame manages to remain focused and not squirm too much, and Jin is still naked first. Kame pushes him down on the rug and follows, a bit of a tumble with both of them not entirely sober, and then he kneels over Jin's legs even as he's still removing his own socks.
Jin looks up at him, banked heat in his eyes, and wriggles himself comfortable on the rug. His hands fall like natural on Kame's thighs, and Kame can't help but push a little into the sensation.
"So, what's the plan now?" Jin asks, looking willing and eager in any case.
But Kame just leans forward and down, swallows the next question right off his lips, and Jin moves slowly with the kiss, running warm touches all over Kame's back.
"Good plan," Jin whispers. "So far."
"Patience, patience," Kame mumbles, not that it makes any sense when Jin's lips are wet and soft and Kame could feel those touches forever, and Jin laughs accordingly.
"More patience?"
"Hmmm," he says, and moves to Jin's neck, goes for that spot, the one that makes Jin squirm harder and seek pressure.
He tries to sneak a hand between them but Jin beats him to it, he's got more hands free anyway, and Kame gasps at the first familiar pull.
Jin's echoing, "Hmmmm," sounds fondly amused, and that will not do, Kame thinks fuzzily past the heat another stroke sends through his body, he was supposed to be in charge here, he has a plan, and it's time to make Jin squirm with more than just some kisses.
He takes his weight on his arms, shifts a knee and Jin gets him, spreads his legs for Kame to move between, and then Jin lets him go, watches him as he sits back on his heels, waits.
Spreads his legs further when Kame takes a moment just to look. "Any time you want to get to the ravishing..."
Sometimes it's as breathtaking as the first time. The way Jin looks at him, his hair spread out dark and dishevelled, lips soft and shining in the light; Jin's cock, half-hard now and dark on his pale belly.
"I'm sure you're supposed to protest," Kame says hoarsely.
Jin laughs. "You can report me." He gives a little thrust with his hips, showing off the way his body will move for him. "Touch me?"
Kame knows what he means, what he wants, and reaches for the lube. Puts a little on his fingers, not too much because Jin likes friction, and then he slides his hand under, and up a little, and Jin wriggles so it's just right and Kame's hand slips between, settles right there.
Jin closes his eyes, sighs with a happy nod; his stomach dips tight when Kame first moves and rubs a little, and it sends a hot flush over Kame's skin.
"See," he manages calmly. "Patience."
Jin tries to laugh without moving, and then his breath hitches as Kame slides the first touch inside. "Okay." He sighs again, shifts a little against Kame's hand, and settles in. "Point taken."
Kame pushes up even closer, settling Jin's thighs steady and open over his knees and Jin just goes with it, just breathes, arching back with his arms over his head when Kame starts moving that finger, leisurely circles, slow and intimate the way Jin loves it.
"I approve... of this ravishing," Jin says. "All gentle with the blushing maiden." The Christmas lights are painting his skin soft and glowy, shadows moving with each rise and fall of breath. His smile is vague, his mind on feeling, not talking.
Kame reaches up and wraps his hand around Jin's erection. "What's happened to Mr 'do me do me do me now'?"
Jin arches into the touch with a little gasp, but sinks back against Kame's other hand again almost instantly. "Went on hiatus," he breathes, and there's another slow twist when Kame slides his grip just once tight and sure. "Studying---"
He breaks off when Kame slips the second finger inside, still not deep, still just circling slowly, and it's amazing to watch Jin melt into it, no hesitation, no shame with this, with Kame.
He lets Jin's erection go, reaches out as far as he can to run his flat palm slowly over Jin's body, chest to belly and round a flank, up the outer thigh and down the inside, and if Jin could purr, he would, Kame knows that expression well. He keeps his fingers moving, steady, pushing just a little deeper, and lets his hand run all over, tracing the map of all the things Jin likes before finally taking hold of Jin's cock again.
"It's okay," Jin says quietly, rocking up. "You can fuck me now."
Kame smiles, even though Jin can't see it. "I'm going to watch you first," he says, makes Jin arch with a tighter grip and a twist of his fingers, and Jin's eyes blink open. "Watch you come."
"Oh god..." A ragged whisper as Jin freezes, holds his breath and concentrates, and he's so hard suddenly that Kame eases his grip, stops all movement, he doesn't mean for this to be over quite yet. "Warn a guy," Jin manages at last, "or did you want to watch it right there?"
Kame laughs low in his throat. "Not really," he says, keeps his touch light. "Was going to enjoy myself a bit first."
No clever answer as Jin's eyes go dark, a quiet moment that is as hot for Kame as he can feel it is for Jin, in the hardness in his hand and the strain of Jin's thighs, and then Jin closes his eyes, exhales. Smiles secretly as he turns his face against his arm. He nudges his hips up.
"So are you?" Just a breath.
"Yeah," Kame says, and then he picks it up again with a slow deep slide, and Jin gives a little whimper. "A lot." It doesn't need more; Kame's not clever either and he doesn't have to be, can just watch and do and feel; every shivery strain, the way Jin just yields around his fingers. Jin knows Kame is hard, getting harder with every shudder Jin gives him, every sharp breath, Jin knows it and loves it, shows that he loves it.
Three, then; Jin moans, tries to spread even though there's nowhere left to go and Kame hears a noise from his own throat, low and needy.
He's such a sight, hair sticking to the side of his face, muscles shivering under shining skin. That sound he makes, the stretch of his chest when Kame fucks him deeper... all slow control and steady rhythm, and careful, because Jin isn't far from the edge and Kame is sweaty with how hot he looks, riding it and wanting it and struggling to last.
But Jin moves more insistently now, demanding. It won't take much, not much at all; and Kame knows the stroking he likes, too, brisk, tight around--- like that, and Jin's moving harder between his hands, edging into frantic.
"I'm... Kame..." Jin whispers, dry parted lips, hips jerking sharp through fraying control. "Please..."
A thick slide in, a twist on the way out as his other hand works him faster, and again, and Jin meets every movement, urges him on; one last, fast slide and Kame holds it, hand hard against Jin's hot body, a final tight stroke and he stops there when Jin goes tense... and then it's done.
He cups his hand over the head and waits it out, Jin trembling against him with every jerky breath; waits until he goes still again, until the last of the tension is gone.
Until Jin opens his eyes. "God, yeah..."
Kame smiles as he let his fingers slip out of Jin slowly. "Good?"
Jin chuckles lazily like that was an idiotic question. "Good show?" he asks back.
"Hot," Kame admits huskily. "Very."
"So..." He gropes for Kame's hand on his hip, trails his fingers dreamily over it when he finds it. "You want acrobatics?" he asks, blinking slowly. "I could probably make the effort."
Kame stifles a laugh, grabbing Jin's hand right back. Other times for that, with less booze and more patience for coordination. "Turn over."
Jin looks vaguely relieved; it takes him a moment to sort out his legs, and then he flops down on the rug with all the elegance of the well-fucked, wriggling to give Kame room, and Kame grabs a bit more lube and bites his lip when he puts it on himself, patience has officially become overrated now.
"Come up?" he says to Jin. Jin pulls his knees in, pushes back up until he's high enough so it's easy, comfortable, and Kame puts a guiding hand on his back, positions himself with the other, and then at last he sinks inside.
The sudden slippery heat is almost too much to bear. He holds still, close up against Jin, breathing tight and short, closing his eyes because even the visual of Jin's shoulder blades moving, shifting as he settles with his head on his arms, is too much.
"You falling asleep back there?" Jin asks, a muffled mix of giggly and drained.
Kame tries to huff but he doesn't even manage that. "Unlike some..." But then he hears Jin giggle again and gives up, just pulls back when he thinks he can, breathes through the hot rush, his hands tight on Jin's hips.
Back in, faster, Jin humming a low, sweaty, "yes."
And Kame does it again, pulling Jin along, harder still, finds the angle and the rhythm, feels himself falling and lets it go.
*~*~*
"Where'd you leave my sheep?"
Kame blinks up at the lights on the tree. He's aware of Jin's breath on his chest before he's aware of the words. "Hmmmm?"
"Just asking. If we get cold."
Unlikely. Jin's like a blanket, warm and cuddly draped along his side. Only not itchy. Cause that would be itchy, with how sweaty they are.
Right. That was a question.
"Your zombie wolf is on the chair."
Little huffs of air now; Jin's giggling. "The cat is on the mat."
Kame grins despite himself, eyeing Jin's dark mop of hair, blowing a clingy strand out of his face with a gentle puff. "The mouse is in the house."
The mop shifts; Jin peers up at him. "I'm hungry. The mouse is in the tupperware box and my boyfriend will get it for me." He makes a dreamily expectant face.
Kame closes his eyes again, heavy all over. "The turtle is in the zone and is not moving," he says.
Jin raises himself up to spread some slow sloppy kisses on Kame's chest before he settles under Kame's chin again.
"You're unbearably awake," Kame observes, stroking the part of Jin that happens to be under his palm. "Maybe I didn't do it right."
Jin stills, and then his arm pulls Kame in tight, a leg goes over his and suddenly Jin is all over him, face pressing into his neck. "You did it very right."
Kame laughs a bit, amused and surprised because it's not like he didn't know that. Like Jin shouldn't know he knows that.
"Totally right," Jin insists.
He brings his hand up and cards fingers through Jin's hair. "Just how drunk are you?"
It seems to make the point. Jin eases up a bit, and his laugh tickles Kame's ribcage. "Not as drunk as Koki." Now there's a blessing.
Kame keeps his hand in Jin's hair, stroking gently. "Your tree is pretty."
A slow breath; it feels like Jin is hiding his face. "You think?"
Kame looks at the darkened branches, but when you're looking up from the rug, the angles are all strange anyway, you don't even see what weird shape it is. "Yeah."
"We set it on fire." Jin sounds pensive.
"But then we gave it beer."
Jin laughs a little. "Beer is good."
"It got a show, too," Kame adds. "I bet it's a happy tree."
Jin peers up into the branches. "You mean it's a voyeuristic tree?"
"Well," Kame says philosophically, "not like it can tell any--- Oh." He'd almost forgotten.
"What?" Jin has felt the tension stealing through him and he's shifting a bit, losing some of his bonelessness.
"Nakamaru," Kame says. It's not quite how he meant to bring it up, but, well, there they are. He lets his fingers run along the nape of Jin's neck, play with a strand of hair.
"Nakamaru talks to the tree? They teach that at uni?"
"It doesn't have to."
"It can't," Jin says patiently, as if Kame is the drunk one here.
"It doesn't have to, he knows."
"That we fucked under the tree."
"Not as such," Kame admits.
"Right." Jin props himself up and stares at him for a moment, like he's trying to figure out if Kame is joking. "He knows we're doing it?"
"I'm pretty sure," Kame says, holding the dark eyes, willing Jin not to freak.
"Right," Jin says slowly. "And?"
Kame draws in a deep breath. "And he got Koki out of here."
"Hm." Jin nods and then he settles again, his head on Kame's upper arm. "Fancy owing Maru for getting laid," he says, with just an edge of giddiness, but it fades, and Jin's arm sneaks back around his middle, an absent-minded wandering of fingers while Jin thinks.
"Nakamaru to the rescue," Kame says quietly, and then, "You know, I think I'm okay with it. That he knows." He surprises himself only a little.
After a moment, he feels Jin nod again. "Maybe they should all know. Maybe we could just tell them."
Kame thinks of making a joke about tree gossip; then thinks better of it. "Yes." They've been avoiding it for so long. Easier not to worry about what it might do to band dynamics if somebody takes it badly. But it's starting to feel wrong.
"Maybe if we have another party," Jin says, snuggling closer as if to seek shelter. "Nice food, nice booze..."
Kame laughs, low against Jin's weight. "Of course with booze."
He feels Jin grin. "Shut up." His back is cooling, Kame finds when he runs his hand down. They'll move soon.
"Yes, let's do that," he says.
"If we do it soon, we could still do the play," Jin suggests, and Kame pinches him just to nip that in the bud.
"Let's leave the drag out of our coming out party, okay?" Then he relents. "You could still have the tree, though."
"Yes," Jin says happily, and then turns his head up to look at it. "It's going to be a very discreet tree," he instructs firmly.
"Maybe you can bribe it with some new bling," Kame suggests, drawing warming circles over the small of Jin's back. Jin moves into his touch, sighs comfortably against his chest.
"Rainbow baubles," he mumbles, half-asleep already. Kame feels something flutter at the thought, but only briefly, and nothing bad. He squints up at the skewed branches, and decides that'll look just fine.
END
solo____ & jo_lasallePart I is here.
Part II
*~*~*
They clean up, and take inventory.
The carpet has a big fat hole in it that matches the big fat hole at the bottom of the sitting cushion, but the laminate underneath is fine. The couch is fine. All is fine. His bandmates are fine.
The debut anniversary party will be at somebody else's house.
Kame wants a drink.
The tree committee has a fairly short, fairly subdued meeting and rules their charge 'still pretty' and 'all right if you don't look too close' and 'maybe it's more round now...'
They settle back around the table, bringing back the booze, bringing back the equipment, bringing back Koki who had slumped down against the door and looked like he was settling in.
"It smells kind of nice," Taguchi observes. "Like a camp fire." One in which the boy scout bullies burned their victim's woolly hat. If Taguchi hadn't almost single-handedly saved Kame's laminate and, quite possibly, his apartment, Kame might kill him. Or at least cause him severe bodily harm, but, well, Taguchi is his hero. His beer hero.
Ueda and Koki get into a sluggish discussion about carbon-monoxide poisoning, and although Nakamaru insists knowledgably that they are quite safe from sudden pink death, Kame opens the window for a little while. Thus reassured, Koki stretches out on the unharmed rug, while Jin retrieves the sheep and clutches it to himself to keep warm.
Huddling a bit, he's got his legs crossed under him, looking thoughtful in his corner of the couch. He taps a scorched little angel with his index finger and sighs, and when the only fierce thing happening to Kame at the sight is a desire to kiss the spot in the curve of Jin's neck that makes him shiver, he figures he should have that drink, and relax.
"So we should have songs?" he tosses out, angling for... oh, who cares, somebody's beer and maybe it even saved the day. "To go with the camp fire."
"Christmas songs!" Taguchi says brightly.
"Ho, ho, ho," Koki mumbles at the ceiling. Kame watches him for a moment, zoning in and out like... well, a drunk person, but Koki-drunk, friendly-drunk. It's kind of cute.
When he looks around the table, he finds Jin watching him, and for once it's not meant to make Kame squirm. Jin looks uncertain.
"I put it in the bedroom," Kame says, though he feels a bit stupid about this by now. "Knock yourself out. I'm not getting up."
Nobody even comments when Jin goes to get his guitar from there.
Koki makes a faithful effort to push himself up on his elbows. "Are we singing?"
"What are we singing?" Nakamaru asks more lucidly.
"White X'mas?"
Ueda grimaces. "Not again."
Jin comes back, guitar in hand, nudging the burnt cushion along in front of him with his toes. It leaves a little trail of fluffy stuffing but Kame doesn't care. When Jin maneuvres it between Ueda's arm chair and Kame on the other cushion, Taguchi gets himself a couch spot for the first time in the evening.
Jin crosses his legs and settles the guitar against himself. "I like Silent Night," he says.
Kame likes Silent Night.
There are no objections, though protests start as soon as Jin strums the first chord.
"Hey, nobody said anything about unearthly screeching," Nakamaru says. "Pick a key we can all use."
Jin rolls his eyes, but the next chord is a few notes lower. "Okay, one, two, three, four---"
"Silent niiiiiight..." For a bunch of pop idols, it sounds rather mournful. It's also in two languages. "Hooooly niiiiight."
"The K, the A, the T, the T---"
"Hey, not yet." Taguchi leans down to thwap Koki on the head.
"Laaaa la laaaa---" Kame tries because he never knew more than the first four words. It's the melody he likes.
"All is bright..." Jin's voice wobbles as he tries not to laugh.
"J.O.K.E.R. K.O.!" Koki's fist punches into the air.
They're all on the la la las now, and with a sigh that's really a giggle, Jin gives up. "Okay. Let's... just not do that."
"We need a more appropriate song," Taguchi says.
"A KAT-TUN style song," Nakamaru agrees. "And none of that goldy Santa stuff, either."
"Song for a Red Santa," Koki mumbles, tapping an unidentifiable rhythm on his chest with his fingers..
Jin and Ueda are looking at each other. Jin tilts his head. Ueda pushes the arm chair back and slides down to sit next to him. "Quiet, peasants," he says with a wave of his hand. "Geniuses at work."
Nobody's quiet, but they get left to their own devices. Kame watches them for a little moment, Jin with his head bent over the guitar so his hair obscures his eyes, long fingers sure on a few random chords, then resting gently on wood when Ueda makes a low-voiced suggestion.
Koki has worked himself into a sitting position, and then blinks at Kame as if he's not quite sure what he did that for.
"You feeling okay?" Kame asks, because Koki's breathing looks a little focused.
"Fine," Koki sighs, happily enough, and sways a bit when he promises earnestly, "I'm not gonna puke on your floor, Kame."
Kame's not worried. They're generally all good at finding the bathroom first. "I'm sure you won't," he says, while Nakamaru comments to Taguchi that campfire singing is an admirably low-energy activity.
Jin keeps the music low, a soft background, and Kame sips at his beer and feels happy and amused, watching Koki ease himself back down on the rug in slow motion, head towards Kame now.
"It's nice of you to have us over," Koki says, and pats the rug. "Don't be mad at Jin. Cigarettes are dangerous. But don't be mad at him."
"I'm not mad at Jin."
Jin is peering at the table for an available beer, but is distracted when Ueda sits up straighter with a sudden idea.
"You're a real nice guy, Kame," Koki says.
"Well, everybody brought something," Kame says easily. "Everybody helped." He looks at the black hole in his carpet.
"I could come over, help you clean tomorrow."
"That's all right, we'll be fine."
"One single concert, man, do you know how many kilowatt hours that is?"
"I guess a lot of trees have to die for that," Taguchi nods sympathetically at Nakamaru, folding his long legs under himself like he's settling in for the lecture.
Kame looks at their shimmering tree while he listens to Koki's recollection of that time they all got drunk together after finally surviving REAL SHOCK, and Ueda is humming a few notes for Jin to pick up. The team tree. He grins.
"You know my brother?" Koki asks, utterly random. "He's a junior."
"Yes, I know your brother. We've met. He comes to our changing room and steals your potato chips."
"Ah, yes. Sure. He knows you too."
"Yeah?" Kame asks, fine with just letting Koki find his point at his own pace. Nakamaru is going on about extinction and Taguchi says he feels for the Bactrian Camel.
"Yeah. And... I'm not supposed to tell you this, you see? But. He told me. But don't tell him, all right?"
"Promise," Kame reassures him, trying not to laugh when Koki looks terribly relieved. "So... what?"
"The juniors totally adore you," Koki reveals. "Of course they think you're cool, too. But they like you even more. They think you're a good senpai."
"What about the Loch Ness Monster?" Taguchi asks, sprawling far back over the arm of the couch.
Kame twirls his beer, blushing a bit. He's not always sure he gets it right. He likes the juniors, but he's not so great with kids, not like Jin, and sometimes he worries he tries too hard and comes across as fake.
"That's really nice," he says. "Thanks."
Koki crosses his arms under his head and smiles up at the ceiling. "Remember when we were juniors?"
Disagreement in the genius corner, Kame can tell from the rising voice level, but it's the friendly kind, and by now Ueda's got the guitar.
"Yeah," he says, watching Jin drum his hands on his crossed legs and claim that Santa probably had quite the life when he was younger. "We all wanted to be like Tackey."
"It doesn't have to be all gooey, that's the point," Jin is saying, with an interesting gesture to signify goo, and then he explains some more about the rocking life at the North Pole.
"I never did," Koki says with a faint grin.
"Yeah, well," Kame says fondly, remembering, "you're special."
Ueda does something pretty and melancholy sounding with the guitar that makes Jin lean forward and go, "No, wait, that's--- give it back." Then he plays the thing Ueda did only it sounds different, and it's twice as fast. "All the reindeer raise their hands in the ai-ir..."
"That's plagiarism."
"It's a different melody."
"Ducks are not extinct, you idiot," Nakamaru is saying. Taguchi is curled up in a giggling heap.
"Yo bitch, you been good? I'm the Santa from the hood, ima show you my pole, ima---"
"No!"
Ueda has excellent instincts, Kame thinks gratefully.
Jin isn't upset. "Okay, the rap can wait." His gaze falls on Koki, who hasn't followed any of this, and Jin smiles slowly to himself, quietly happy; it's good to see, Kame thinks, just as Jin's eyes flick to him, linger and change and... Okay, that's kind of happy too.
The kind of happy that makes Kame flush a little and hope it goes unnoticed among the ducks and dancing reindeer.
"We'll get to the naughty stuff later," Jin says, and probably thinks that way of lowering his eyes is sneaky. "But let's get some life into that old Santa."
The next chords are more melodic but still faster than Ueda's initial beat. Jin tries the same combination twice, then changes it a little, starts singing random syllables as he tries out a melody. "How's that?"
"Better," Ueda says generously. "Again?"
Jin repeats it, then Ueda takes it over, and next turn, Jin leaves him to it and harmonizes, not even aware how he looks when he closes his eyes and feels his way along a melody, and there's no way not to watch him, none.
When they come to the end of their tune, Kame notices the others have stopped talking.
Ueda looks quite satisfied. Jin looks at Kame, and Kame smiles.
"Not bad," Nakamaru says, and like he means it. "With words, that could be nice."
"Was that Akanishi?" Koki asks, and when Kame turns his head, Koki is squinting at him with hard-won focus.
"Jin and Ueda," Kame says.
"That was pretty."
"Yes." He glances at Jin again, tries to ignore how Jin's eyes have lit up and what that does to him. "They'll write you a rap, too."
Jin squeals, and elbows Ueda in the side.
"You know," Koki says, eyes closing again, "I'm happy I'm in KAT-TUN. You know that, right? You should know that."
"I know that," Kame says because yeah, things have changed a lot since 2001.
"No poles, no fucks," Ueda declares, firm but resigned. Jin looks like he can live with the compromise.
*~*~*
They put on some music eventually, something gentle that goes with the comfy spice scent in Kame's burner and the hours getting later, slower. Kame is sitting in front of his cushion now, to have something to lean back on, and wiggles heavy limbs into a comfortable sprawl.
Rap composition has been wisely postponed for more sober times. Koki is sleeping with his face in the sheep, and Ueda takes a picture with his cell because it looks adorable.
Nakamaru is almost dozing, too, workload and booze catching up with him, but he smiles at Taguchi's story of his first day of learning to surf.
"Never had absinthe before," Ueda muses to no one in particular, drawing a spoon through the thick sugary remains at the bottom of his glass. He's folded up in the armchair, hugging his knees.
Jin's feet are close to Kame's under the table, and he can sense it when Jin squirms next to him despite the little gap; can feel his look, long and intent in a way that wouldn't pass as innocent if they were more clear-headed, but they're not, and it's late, and Kame says nothing, just tries not to squirm back.
"I really like that song," Nakamaru says, eyes shut. They're all silent as they listen for it, because the volume is low.
Kame hums agreement once he recognises it. X Japan ballads, always good for moods like this.
"We need to watch out for the last subway," Taguchi says, sighing. "Getting that time."
"Hm-mmm," Ueda goes vaguely, resting his chin on his knees.
Jin's "Hm," sounds sympathetic enough, but the excited little wriggle of his toes against Kame's calf proves him a liar. Kame shifts away to make a point. Jin can be patient. They can both be patient, and they can be polite.
So he reaches for Koki's shoulder, politely, shakes it gently. "Koki?"
"Whuuu..." Koki rolls over onto his back and blinks blearily up at the ceiling, then rolls his eyes in Kame's direction. "Huh?"
"Time for trains."
"Hm." Koki ponders that. Closes his eyes in concentration... and next there's a faint snore. Taguchi giggles.
"This isn't going well," Nakamaru observes sagely.
"He could just crash there," Ueda says.
"No!" Jin says instantly, and Kame flinches. Jin looks apologetic. "I just mean, sure, he could, but it's not very comfortable. And cold. Maybe if we call him a cab home?"
"You're forgetting Johnny's new directive of the year: 'No drunken KAT-TUN member to be inserted into any taxicab without being accompanied by a responsible adult'," Ueda points out.
Kame looks away from Ueda's grin, but then forgets embarrassment when his eyes fall on Nakamaru; Nakamaru, studying Jin, quietly and subtly and a bit amused, and then he can see Nakamaru pack away the little smile and make himself look bland, and...
Kame can do bland, too, only just now, it's not really coming to him.
Nakamaru turns to him and gives him a tiny nod. "I guess I might qualify as responsible. And I don't live too far out of the way."
He knows. Kame isn't sure why he's so certain, but Nakamaru knows. Which... he can't think about just now when he's got to be composed and normal enough that if there's the slightest chance he's wrong, he won't give himself away. So he says things like 'very kind' and 'not necessary', and Nakamaru in turn apologizes for skipping out on clean-up duty after specially requesting it, and a cab is called and arrives almost instantly and then there's a lot of bundling and manhandling and people putting on their shoes the wrong way, and Koki insisting that he wants to wear his Santa hat, and then Kame's apartment has two people less in it, and Jin sliding him sly glances like he's the cat and Kame the cream and the fridge door's just been cracked open.
"Subway?" Ueda asks, stretching his limbs one by one and hopping into boxer-stance, somewhat less co-ordinated than usual. Taguchi nods and stands up, too.
Kame gets their coats, and they're both dressed before Ueda throws a look at Jin's decidedly not winterproof state. "You not coming?"
"I'm going to help clean up," Jin recites virtuously. When Ueda raises his eyebrows, he gestures around, a bit helpless. "I did... you know..." Kame wonders if he'll cop to the tree in a moment of need. "I made a mess with the cushion." Jin points at the fluff on the floor, then smiles, happy with himself. "Also, I'm nice."
Ueda transfers the skeptical look to Kame. "You'll be all right?"
The fact that Jin doesn't protest says a lot about how impatient he is to get everybody out of here. Kame bites his lip so he doesn't laugh. "I'm sure I can put him to good use."
He keeps his eyes firmly on Taguchi and Ueda as they say their goodbyes to Jin and he sees them to the door, and when he risks a brief glance, Jin is sitting on the couch very meek and attentive with the sheep in his lap.
Kame waits while Ueda laces up his boots and Taguchi finishes wrapping a three-metre scarf around himself, and then there are more goodbyes, and finally the elevator closing on Taguchi's cheerful wave. He locks the door and turns back around, and he's barely taken a step when Jin stands up.
"Do me now."
One thing he loves about Jin is his sense of focus. But Kame calls the shots, and it's his messy apartment. He takes a moment to get past what Jin's dark stare is doing for his hard-on, and he glosses over it with a skeptical eyebrow.
"I'll do you later," he says at the end, almost managing stern.
Jin is advancing, his gaze steady and bold like he's calling in what's rightfully his. "You said..." And then he's trailing off and biting his lip, halfway between laughter and a squirm because Jin's not half as shameless as he likes to appear and he can't act over it, either.
Kame dodges out of his reach, escapes giggling to where they were sitting, bringing the arm chair between them. "Ye-es?"
Eventually, Jin works his way through his flustered cuteness. "You said you'd put me to good use."
Kame, with a hand on the upholstery, contrives to look innocent. "Yes. You can empty the dishwasher for the next load."
"Wha--- you mean you really want to tidy up?" Jin looks as though he'd proposed a new and utterly depraved perversion.
"For starters."
"Not fair, Kame," Jin complains. "I had to wait all evening. Let's just go to bed."
"Let's do it here," Kame counters, warm with the sudden thought and with the way Jin goes from surprised to very, very interested in two seconds flat. "Under your tree," he smiles. "Lights and baubles and the little sheep..."
Jin eyes the tree. Eyes Kame.
"Not in this mess, though," Kame pushes, and taps his fingers insistently, anticipating...
"Dishwasher," Jin says slowly, and that gaze he sends along Kame's body almost makes him change his mind. "Fine."
"You know where stuff goes," Kame says, and turns away to start picking up cushions and contemplate his carpet. One second, two... and Jin's steps move away towards the kitchen.
When he checks, Jin is turning all his focus on Kame's shelving system and how to move glassware and crockery as fast as possible, which turns out to be pretty fast, for a guy who's had five beers and six shots of tequila, not that Kame was counting.
Kame collects all the empty bottles and leaves them in the hall, to take out tomorrow, and pulls the rug over the traces of cushion stuffing, to leave till tomorrow. His desire to tease Jin has limits.
The rug is still fluffy and whole and should be warm enough under Jin's back, comfortable... yes, that'll do just fine.
Then he grabs a first load of glasses off the coffee table, because that will not be fun to have rattling around... during.
Jin is trying to fit the large pan into the top rack, not an easy task. He makes a point of ignoring the evil slavedriver as he arranges the little spiky things that usually hold glasses so he can squeeze the metal in between.
Kame puts the glasses down and watches him for a moment, worn-out jeans and comfy warm sweater and the way he's handling Kame's kitchen, all sure and at home. He slips his fingers into the gap over Jin's belt.
Jin twitches with a funny little yelp, and then he holds very still. His skin is cool under Kame's fingers.
"Good start," Jin says slowly. A measured wriggle, and Kame can see him lowering the pot he is holding, can anticipate the sudden turn and snatch...
He pulls his fingers back with a teasing flutter. "Just a taster," he says as he slips out of reach. "Good work there, keep going."
He gets the rest of the glasses on the next round. Jin is piling up the pots that didn't fit anymore. He looks at Kame with a bit of a challenge, but also a practical question.
"That's fine, don't turn it on yet," Kame says, nodding at the closed but silent dishwasher. "Noisy."
He sorts the remaining glasses safely into a corner, Jin's attention divided between running water and shooting secret glances at Kame, and when Kame's done with that and has made sure there's a clear stretch of counter with no poky bits sticking out, he grabs Jin by the belt loops and spins him around, presses him back.
"You're a real pain, you know," Jin says, voice dropping, hands held up soapy at his sides and his mouth opens before Kame's even there, lets him in and lick and taste, and there's a sharp little sound that makes Kame grind his hips against Jin.
He leaves him slumped against the kitchen counter, with his own hard-on demanding what the hell he's getting at here.
Jin's noticed, and is smiling faintly even while looking red-lipped and breathless. "You've turned into some sort of masochist?" He holds Kame's eyes as he puts a hand on his crotch and treats Kame to the blatant hip thrust he once did for audiences of thousands, until he stopped that and now it's for Kame alone.
"Don't distract me," Kame says, only it comes out a little wrong. "I've got... you know. Stuff to do." And he had a plan. Which can be... sped up, certainly, but he's not so easy. Easily manipulated.
Jin's smile gets wider.
"If you start licking your fingers, I'm going to make you vacuum."
Thankfully, that gives Jin the giggles, and Kame snatches a black bin bag and gets out of there.
Rolling up the ruined sitting cushion and keeping it squeezed together long enough to be stuffed into the bag requires ingenuity and effort, and does a good job of distracting him. It's a task for two, but Jin is making good progress in the kitchen and if Kame's nose isn't fooling him, he's even brought out the cleaner for the work surfaces. The fact that he's whistling Pinky while he does it has nothing to do with anything.
Kame dumps the bin bag by the front door and looks around. The second cushion can go back under the bed, and he might as well get Jin's guitar out of the way, too. Also useful for a brief pass by the bedside drawer, and when he comes back out, Jin is still wooing the counters to never cheat on him, with words by now.
Kame puts the lube on the coffee table, settles on the arm of the couch closest to the tree, and waits.
It doesn't take long, because Jin notices his lack of movement through the open shelves. Jin stops with his hands on a towel.
"Well?" Kame says. No need to raise his voice. Jin's listening.
Rinses his hands again, careful and thorough, dries them. Walks over leisurely, teasing Kame back with frank eyes and the slow movement of his hips... and it's working; Kame's clothes feel too warm and too tight, and now he wonders why he made them wait so long before getting Jin naked.
Jin stops, makes a show of considering the tree again. "All good now?" he asks. "Surface conditions satisfactory?" He bites his lip. "The light to your liking?"
"You'll look good in it," Kame says simply, and he can see Jin's breath hitch. He pulls Jin closer by his sleeves, and keeps from ripping his clothes off by linking his fingers with Jin's, bringing their hands up. "You smell of lemon," he says on a warm breath over skin.
Jin laughs, low and full, as he steps close between Kame's legs. "And whose fault is that?"
Kame puts his teeth around a knuckle in a mock-bite, flicks out his tongue to check, but it's just scent. "The tequila's?" he tries, blinking up innocently, and Jin would probably thump him one if Kame wasn't turning out his palm and running his tongue up the inside of Jin's fingers.
Jin's breath goes in sharp. "So I'm not allowed, but you are?" Shaky, laughter and desire flickering over each other, and Kame knows how that feels.
He smiles around two of Jin's fingertips before he pulls off, says, "In a nutshell."
Jin lets him, reaching out to run his other hand through Kame's hair. "You're really getting off on this bossy shit, aren't you?"
Kame grins into Jin's palm, and Jin strokes lightly around his ear. Then he lets go, reaches for Jin's hips and the edge of Jin's sweater.
"Careful, wouldn't want to rush things," Jin says, but he raises his arms obediently enough. "Sure I shouldn't polish the silver first?" His voice sounds muffled as Kame slides sweater and tank top over his head in one.
Kame turns for the couch, drops the clothes, and Jin pounces.
He's always been stronger, and when he grabs Kame with a great swoop and pulls them tight together, Kame feels his stomach swirl wildly before the kiss even happens, before Jin tilts him backwards, off balance, and whispers, "ha!" into his mouth, and then they stumble a bit and gasp together, and Kame lets Jin have his moment because the moment's a pretty damn nice one.
"Now what are you going to do?" Jin grins down at him eventually, his hands sure and hot at the small of Kame's back.
Kame looks straight into his eyes. "Now you will let me up again and I will rip the rest of your clothes off and ravish you."
Jin chews his lip. Tilts his head thoughtfully. Pulls Kame up and stands back, smiling happily. "Okay."
The undressing turns out to be mutual, since it's impossible to keep Jin's fingers off Kame's belt, his zipper, out from under his shirt. But Kame manages to remain focused and not squirm too much, and Jin is still naked first. Kame pushes him down on the rug and follows, a bit of a tumble with both of them not entirely sober, and then he kneels over Jin's legs even as he's still removing his own socks.
Jin looks up at him, banked heat in his eyes, and wriggles himself comfortable on the rug. His hands fall like natural on Kame's thighs, and Kame can't help but push a little into the sensation.
"So, what's the plan now?" Jin asks, looking willing and eager in any case.
But Kame just leans forward and down, swallows the next question right off his lips, and Jin moves slowly with the kiss, running warm touches all over Kame's back.
"Good plan," Jin whispers. "So far."
"Patience, patience," Kame mumbles, not that it makes any sense when Jin's lips are wet and soft and Kame could feel those touches forever, and Jin laughs accordingly.
"More patience?"
"Hmmm," he says, and moves to Jin's neck, goes for that spot, the one that makes Jin squirm harder and seek pressure.
He tries to sneak a hand between them but Jin beats him to it, he's got more hands free anyway, and Kame gasps at the first familiar pull.
Jin's echoing, "Hmmmm," sounds fondly amused, and that will not do, Kame thinks fuzzily past the heat another stroke sends through his body, he was supposed to be in charge here, he has a plan, and it's time to make Jin squirm with more than just some kisses.
He takes his weight on his arms, shifts a knee and Jin gets him, spreads his legs for Kame to move between, and then Jin lets him go, watches him as he sits back on his heels, waits.
Spreads his legs further when Kame takes a moment just to look. "Any time you want to get to the ravishing..."
Sometimes it's as breathtaking as the first time. The way Jin looks at him, his hair spread out dark and dishevelled, lips soft and shining in the light; Jin's cock, half-hard now and dark on his pale belly.
"I'm sure you're supposed to protest," Kame says hoarsely.
Jin laughs. "You can report me." He gives a little thrust with his hips, showing off the way his body will move for him. "Touch me?"
Kame knows what he means, what he wants, and reaches for the lube. Puts a little on his fingers, not too much because Jin likes friction, and then he slides his hand under, and up a little, and Jin wriggles so it's just right and Kame's hand slips between, settles right there.
Jin closes his eyes, sighs with a happy nod; his stomach dips tight when Kame first moves and rubs a little, and it sends a hot flush over Kame's skin.
"See," he manages calmly. "Patience."
Jin tries to laugh without moving, and then his breath hitches as Kame slides the first touch inside. "Okay." He sighs again, shifts a little against Kame's hand, and settles in. "Point taken."
Kame pushes up even closer, settling Jin's thighs steady and open over his knees and Jin just goes with it, just breathes, arching back with his arms over his head when Kame starts moving that finger, leisurely circles, slow and intimate the way Jin loves it.
"I approve... of this ravishing," Jin says. "All gentle with the blushing maiden." The Christmas lights are painting his skin soft and glowy, shadows moving with each rise and fall of breath. His smile is vague, his mind on feeling, not talking.
Kame reaches up and wraps his hand around Jin's erection. "What's happened to Mr 'do me do me do me now'?"
Jin arches into the touch with a little gasp, but sinks back against Kame's other hand again almost instantly. "Went on hiatus," he breathes, and there's another slow twist when Kame slides his grip just once tight and sure. "Studying---"
He breaks off when Kame slips the second finger inside, still not deep, still just circling slowly, and it's amazing to watch Jin melt into it, no hesitation, no shame with this, with Kame.
He lets Jin's erection go, reaches out as far as he can to run his flat palm slowly over Jin's body, chest to belly and round a flank, up the outer thigh and down the inside, and if Jin could purr, he would, Kame knows that expression well. He keeps his fingers moving, steady, pushing just a little deeper, and lets his hand run all over, tracing the map of all the things Jin likes before finally taking hold of Jin's cock again.
"It's okay," Jin says quietly, rocking up. "You can fuck me now."
Kame smiles, even though Jin can't see it. "I'm going to watch you first," he says, makes Jin arch with a tighter grip and a twist of his fingers, and Jin's eyes blink open. "Watch you come."
"Oh god..." A ragged whisper as Jin freezes, holds his breath and concentrates, and he's so hard suddenly that Kame eases his grip, stops all movement, he doesn't mean for this to be over quite yet. "Warn a guy," Jin manages at last, "or did you want to watch it right there?"
Kame laughs low in his throat. "Not really," he says, keeps his touch light. "Was going to enjoy myself a bit first."
No clever answer as Jin's eyes go dark, a quiet moment that is as hot for Kame as he can feel it is for Jin, in the hardness in his hand and the strain of Jin's thighs, and then Jin closes his eyes, exhales. Smiles secretly as he turns his face against his arm. He nudges his hips up.
"So are you?" Just a breath.
"Yeah," Kame says, and then he picks it up again with a slow deep slide, and Jin gives a little whimper. "A lot." It doesn't need more; Kame's not clever either and he doesn't have to be, can just watch and do and feel; every shivery strain, the way Jin just yields around his fingers. Jin knows Kame is hard, getting harder with every shudder Jin gives him, every sharp breath, Jin knows it and loves it, shows that he loves it.
Three, then; Jin moans, tries to spread even though there's nowhere left to go and Kame hears a noise from his own throat, low and needy.
He's such a sight, hair sticking to the side of his face, muscles shivering under shining skin. That sound he makes, the stretch of his chest when Kame fucks him deeper... all slow control and steady rhythm, and careful, because Jin isn't far from the edge and Kame is sweaty with how hot he looks, riding it and wanting it and struggling to last.
But Jin moves more insistently now, demanding. It won't take much, not much at all; and Kame knows the stroking he likes, too, brisk, tight around--- like that, and Jin's moving harder between his hands, edging into frantic.
"I'm... Kame..." Jin whispers, dry parted lips, hips jerking sharp through fraying control. "Please..."
A thick slide in, a twist on the way out as his other hand works him faster, and again, and Jin meets every movement, urges him on; one last, fast slide and Kame holds it, hand hard against Jin's hot body, a final tight stroke and he stops there when Jin goes tense... and then it's done.
He cups his hand over the head and waits it out, Jin trembling against him with every jerky breath; waits until he goes still again, until the last of the tension is gone.
Until Jin opens his eyes. "God, yeah..."
Kame smiles as he let his fingers slip out of Jin slowly. "Good?"
Jin chuckles lazily like that was an idiotic question. "Good show?" he asks back.
"Hot," Kame admits huskily. "Very."
"So..." He gropes for Kame's hand on his hip, trails his fingers dreamily over it when he finds it. "You want acrobatics?" he asks, blinking slowly. "I could probably make the effort."
Kame stifles a laugh, grabbing Jin's hand right back. Other times for that, with less booze and more patience for coordination. "Turn over."
Jin looks vaguely relieved; it takes him a moment to sort out his legs, and then he flops down on the rug with all the elegance of the well-fucked, wriggling to give Kame room, and Kame grabs a bit more lube and bites his lip when he puts it on himself, patience has officially become overrated now.
"Come up?" he says to Jin. Jin pulls his knees in, pushes back up until he's high enough so it's easy, comfortable, and Kame puts a guiding hand on his back, positions himself with the other, and then at last he sinks inside.
The sudden slippery heat is almost too much to bear. He holds still, close up against Jin, breathing tight and short, closing his eyes because even the visual of Jin's shoulder blades moving, shifting as he settles with his head on his arms, is too much.
"You falling asleep back there?" Jin asks, a muffled mix of giggly and drained.
Kame tries to huff but he doesn't even manage that. "Unlike some..." But then he hears Jin giggle again and gives up, just pulls back when he thinks he can, breathes through the hot rush, his hands tight on Jin's hips.
Back in, faster, Jin humming a low, sweaty, "yes."
And Kame does it again, pulling Jin along, harder still, finds the angle and the rhythm, feels himself falling and lets it go.
*~*~*
"Where'd you leave my sheep?"
Kame blinks up at the lights on the tree. He's aware of Jin's breath on his chest before he's aware of the words. "Hmmmm?"
"Just asking. If we get cold."
Unlikely. Jin's like a blanket, warm and cuddly draped along his side. Only not itchy. Cause that would be itchy, with how sweaty they are.
Right. That was a question.
"Your zombie wolf is on the chair."
Little huffs of air now; Jin's giggling. "The cat is on the mat."
Kame grins despite himself, eyeing Jin's dark mop of hair, blowing a clingy strand out of his face with a gentle puff. "The mouse is in the house."
The mop shifts; Jin peers up at him. "I'm hungry. The mouse is in the tupperware box and my boyfriend will get it for me." He makes a dreamily expectant face.
Kame closes his eyes again, heavy all over. "The turtle is in the zone and is not moving," he says.
Jin raises himself up to spread some slow sloppy kisses on Kame's chest before he settles under Kame's chin again.
"You're unbearably awake," Kame observes, stroking the part of Jin that happens to be under his palm. "Maybe I didn't do it right."
Jin stills, and then his arm pulls Kame in tight, a leg goes over his and suddenly Jin is all over him, face pressing into his neck. "You did it very right."
Kame laughs a bit, amused and surprised because it's not like he didn't know that. Like Jin shouldn't know he knows that.
"Totally right," Jin insists.
He brings his hand up and cards fingers through Jin's hair. "Just how drunk are you?"
It seems to make the point. Jin eases up a bit, and his laugh tickles Kame's ribcage. "Not as drunk as Koki." Now there's a blessing.
Kame keeps his hand in Jin's hair, stroking gently. "Your tree is pretty."
A slow breath; it feels like Jin is hiding his face. "You think?"
Kame looks at the darkened branches, but when you're looking up from the rug, the angles are all strange anyway, you don't even see what weird shape it is. "Yeah."
"We set it on fire." Jin sounds pensive.
"But then we gave it beer."
Jin laughs a little. "Beer is good."
"It got a show, too," Kame adds. "I bet it's a happy tree."
Jin peers up into the branches. "You mean it's a voyeuristic tree?"
"Well," Kame says philosophically, "not like it can tell any--- Oh." He'd almost forgotten.
"What?" Jin has felt the tension stealing through him and he's shifting a bit, losing some of his bonelessness.
"Nakamaru," Kame says. It's not quite how he meant to bring it up, but, well, there they are. He lets his fingers run along the nape of Jin's neck, play with a strand of hair.
"Nakamaru talks to the tree? They teach that at uni?"
"It doesn't have to."
"It can't," Jin says patiently, as if Kame is the drunk one here.
"It doesn't have to, he knows."
"That we fucked under the tree."
"Not as such," Kame admits.
"Right." Jin props himself up and stares at him for a moment, like he's trying to figure out if Kame is joking. "He knows we're doing it?"
"I'm pretty sure," Kame says, holding the dark eyes, willing Jin not to freak.
"Right," Jin says slowly. "And?"
Kame draws in a deep breath. "And he got Koki out of here."
"Hm." Jin nods and then he settles again, his head on Kame's upper arm. "Fancy owing Maru for getting laid," he says, with just an edge of giddiness, but it fades, and Jin's arm sneaks back around his middle, an absent-minded wandering of fingers while Jin thinks.
"Nakamaru to the rescue," Kame says quietly, and then, "You know, I think I'm okay with it. That he knows." He surprises himself only a little.
After a moment, he feels Jin nod again. "Maybe they should all know. Maybe we could just tell them."
Kame thinks of making a joke about tree gossip; then thinks better of it. "Yes." They've been avoiding it for so long. Easier not to worry about what it might do to band dynamics if somebody takes it badly. But it's starting to feel wrong.
"Maybe if we have another party," Jin says, snuggling closer as if to seek shelter. "Nice food, nice booze..."
Kame laughs, low against Jin's weight. "Of course with booze."
He feels Jin grin. "Shut up." His back is cooling, Kame finds when he runs his hand down. They'll move soon.
"Yes, let's do that," he says.
"If we do it soon, we could still do the play," Jin suggests, and Kame pinches him just to nip that in the bud.
"Let's leave the drag out of our coming out party, okay?" Then he relents. "You could still have the tree, though."
"Yes," Jin says happily, and then turns his head up to look at it. "It's going to be a very discreet tree," he instructs firmly.
"Maybe you can bribe it with some new bling," Kame suggests, drawing warming circles over the small of Jin's back. Jin moves into his touch, sighs comfortably against his chest.
"Rainbow baubles," he mumbles, half-asleep already. Kame feels something flutter at the thought, but only briefly, and nothing bad. He squints up at the skewed branches, and decides that'll look just fine.
END
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Date: 2009-04-15 01:39 pm (UTC)