9 1/2 Weeks - 09 - (Week 3: Wednesday)
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Week 3: Wednesday
Jin runs his hand over his chin, wondering. He shaved early today, and now it's four, and Kamenashi said 'around five', and... hell, he might as well just give it another quick runaround with the razor, save the time fretting about it stupidly.
It's a warm day and he's got the window as far open as it will go, the curtains drawn. The aircon's too feeble to make any real difference, and Jin knows better than to complain until his rent is bang up to date again. Not that he thinks it'll do much good even then.
At least his room is tidier than it has been in a long time. He imagines there's even less dust dancing about in the sunbeams sneaking past either side of the curtains.
The bathroom has no window but feels even hotter. Stagnant air, musty. He shaves quickly, dabs on the lotion, checks his hair. Needs some attention. But he's got time.
It's been six days. Yesterday was Meisa's last day at the show room and Jin watched the kids, and today he dropped off an application and still had plenty of time to clear away clutter and iron a shirt.
He's humming to himself. Practice, of course. It worked out quite nicely.
He worms out of his t-shirt carefully, no use getting his hair in a mess again, then takes the black shirt from the hanger. Nothing too fancy, not like a suit. Just setting the stage properly for Kamenashi's five minutes, the sing and stare edition. Kamenashi's holding up his end of the deal, and, well.
Jin can only examine himself in pieces in the tiny bathroom mirror, but he thinks that's looking okay.
Closer to five, he shuts the window again. Not performing for the neighborhood here. Then he considers making himself a cup of tea, and laughs when he rejects the idea for fear of messing up his outfit, and then the bell rings.
Jin stands. God he is an idiot. This isn't like the lights coming on across a stadium. He clears his throat and opens the door. "You're on time," he says. He can do approval too.
Kamenashi steps in with all the confidence in the world. His suit is dark grey and his tie has tiny silver turtles on it. Whimsical. "I'm ever so relieved," he says.
"Just don't want you running into the guy who comes for my six o'clock song," Jin says. "He likes to feel special."
Kamenashi gives him a sharp stare, but toes off his second shoe too.
"Whatever," Jin says.
Kamenashi steps in and holds up the plastic bag is carrrying. "Here. It's beer. Try to find room in your overflowing fridge."
Jin takes it. It's heavy. Six bottles, the distinctive Koshihikari summer ale. Kind of a lot for a special slum performance?
"You want one now?" Jin asks belatedly, but Kamenashi shakes his head.
"No. Thank you."
"Nice beer," Jin comments as he straightens from the fridge.
"There was a display, I didn't exactly look around for ages." Kamenashi sounds a little testy. That's right, no comparison shopping for the busy bees.
"Nice tie," Jin nods at him.
Kamenashi's stare goes even testier. "It's a promotion." He looks Jin up and down, too, but says nothing.
Okay, great, Kamenashi's a wanted man. With a turtle tie and a tied tongue.
"Well, I'm glad you could find the time between all your work," Jin says generously.
"Actually I had business in the area again," Kamenashi says. "Though it's always good to see you still have a roof over your head. Your landlord's happier with you now, I take it?"
"Business? Here?"
"A meeting. Not exactly here, but close enough." He leans against the shelf from where he usually listens. Starts listening. Nothing awkward about his stare now, just a flat reminder.
Jin bows his head sarcastically. "My landlord is very pleased, thank you for asking. I'll tell him you asked after his mother and his children, too."
"I bought your last album the other day," Kamenashi says, and actually manages to surprise him. Manages to give Jin that up-down spike of nervousness.
But, hey. There's his answer about whether Kamenashi knows the hot dogs. "Great," Jin says. "Delicious royalties."
"Do you still get any worth mentioning?"
"Well, every once in a while they buy me a Frappucchino." It's true, too. Now and then tiny sums appear in his bank account, and then he can wonder if Eternal got played somewhere. It's usually Eternal. "But I'm sure you know that, seeing as you know everything and everybody."
"You know, it hadn't occurred to me to ask," Kamenashi muses. Right. That's why he turns up out here in the sticks week after week, regular as clockwork, leaving his minions to get themselves in trouble—
"I see the Tegoshi thing blew over," Jin says, and Kamenashi's head comes up at once.
"How would you know that."
"Dude." Jin rolls his eyes. "No screaming headlines?"
"I see," Kamenashi says, sounding very controlled, very measured. And then nothing.
"And?" Jin prompts. "Is that a yes? A no? How many more people did you have to schmooze?"
But Kamenashi's face has shut down.
"What do you care, Akanishi? It was last week, it's not even… hundreds of things have happened since, and what do you care anyway? You're gone."
The answer sticks in Jin's throat, when he's not sure if that was insult or accusation. He's not sure Kamenashi knows either.
"So I'm afraid you'll have to buy the gossip in hardcopy like everyone else," Kamenashi says tensely. "If you can afford it."
For a moment they lock eyes. Then Jin turns.
"Well," he says, and picks up the guitar. "Let me get to work on that then."
He needs a moment, to concentrate. This one needs to be right.
It's two chords, slow ones, before he knows, knows without looking, that Kame got it. Four when he hears Kame exhale, and misses a note. Damn.
"Interesting choice," Kame says into the silence.
Jin shrugs at him. Hardest part was not making it sound like Real Face, the funeral version. But he put in the work, he's ready. "Do you want to talk or should I play?"
"Play," Kame says, and now he's watching Jin's fingers, Jin can feel that look all through the intro lines, and nothing else is moving. Only the rhythm of the first verse breaks the spell – the look stays where it is but Kame doesn't, slow steps all the way until he's in front of Jin. Well, good to have that dealt with. Jin wouldn't want him to miss out.
And there it is, the touch in his hair, a slow glide of strands through fingers. Tidying and rearranging, tucking some wisps behind his ear. If Jin had left it longer Kamenashi could braid it, that would keep him busy.
But maybe he doesn't want to be kept busy with Jin's hair, because those fingers find his face more quickly this time; temples, pausing for his pulse, and cheekbones, and down to his jaw. Makes it hard to sing. Giri giri.
Faint smoke hangs in Kamenashi's clothes. Jin has to concentrate, because this is what he does in Kamenashi's five minutes, sing. Kamenashi strokes the base of his neck and Jin's skin feels thin, and for a moment Kamenashi's fingertips skim just inside Jin's shirt. More, when Jin shifts and the shirt falls that way. Five minutes.
He slows down, he feels it getting tricky. Feels Kamenashi in his space and on his neck, making the most of it. Five minutes. Not done yet. The air between them is hot, and Jin's starting to struggle with the lyrics, he never had a head for lyrics.
Kamenashi touches his chin. Not hard enough to mess up the song, but Jin's voice wavers anyway. He keeps on track though, lets Kamenashi's fingers wander over his cheeks, hits the first bar of the chorus gratefully because it gets easier again, and Kame's fingers touch his lips and Jin's voice dies.
The guitar fades at the end of the line. He can see Kame's turtle tie, sharp silver glitter. The only thing he can feel is that touch on his mouth.
He should be out of that chair, demanding explanations, making a fuss. Five minutes are up, are up plenty.
He shouldn't be sitting here waiting.
Kame's fingers start to move again. They trace the outline of his upper lip and Jin holds himself so still, he almost trembles. It's quiet. He looks up.
Kame doesn't notice, is absorbed in his study of Jin's lips. Jin hasn't felt so much focus in... he doesn't know. A decade. A shiver works itself up his back, despite the heat. Kame's fingers finish a slow circle, and his thumb comes to rest on Jin's bottom lip.
A pause, Kame thinking. A little swipe, pressing down. In.
Jin's not breathing.
And Kame is aroused again, it's blindingly clear. Why wouldn't he be, watching Jin open up for him.
And finally, he meets Jin's eyes.
"That's two weeks," Jin says. He won't be finishing the song with that voice anyway.
Kame thinks it over, his eyes dark and a flush working up his neck. Jin can smell him, familiar Kame under the different cologne, and that he wants Jin. At least there's that.
"Would have been more a few years ago," Kame says. That's no singing voice either. He trails his thumb down Jin's chin, then wipes the spit off. "But good. Two weeks." He's moving slowly, undoing his belt.
There's a weird moment when Jin thinks the film's going to stop or they're going to disappear in a flash of light, but it passes and they're still there. Kame takes his guitar away, and turns back, and god, he's hard. And right there, and Jin doesn't think and doesn't blink and takes him in.
A bit, at least; feels like a lot. The sharp noise Kame gives sounds like it's plenty for now.
He tries again, a little more. Kame holds still. That's good. He doesn't flinch when Kame's hands come down on his shoulders. His lips are dry.
He pulls back and Kame lets him, enough. Spit, he needs more spit. Then he goes again, goes deeper. Sucks; that's what he's doing. It's a strange taste but not bad. Somewhere he is spinning but this is tight focus. Tight.
"You got the idea?" Kame sounds like he's the one with something in his mouth. It should be funny. Jin makes a sound, does it again, the up and down, or back and forth, best answer he's got, and then Kame's hand comes down lightly on his head.
Oh. So that was Kame really holding back. And he's not now.
It's fast it's— how do you even suck when— he's scared that moment, from how much, too much. Until he gets that this is it, it's not worse. Just fast.
He gives up on sucking, just gives up, keeps it tight, holds it there, lets Kame... lets him. Is there.
Kame's hands slip into his hair. Not harsh, they could be harsher. Just hot and he's sweating and the air is never cool enough, and maybe that's why he doesn't think, maybe this fog makes him dizzy and not scared and trapped.
And then the fog goes shaky, Kame's hands jerking against him and it gets faster and bigger and once or twice too deep, he almost gags, and then there's Kame's muffled voice and the taste too strong in his mouth, Jin shivering as he swallows it down.
The heat is still there, Kame all but bent over him. Jin just sits, lets Kame's dick shrink in his mouth, lets it disappear, lets Kame straighten and put it away.
He watches Kame buckle his belt. Wipes his hand over his mouth. His face is burning.
What do you say now? That's unexpected but when he looks back, only if he's a naive idiot. I'm not gay but they both know that and what difference does that make. I've never done this before and why is that even in his head?
"Can I have a beer?" Kame asks, his voice still as useless.
"It's your beer," Jin says. His hands grip the side of the chair, he wants to get up. But Kame is already at the fridge.
He comes back with two bottles. "Here," he says. That's all.
So they drink. It's strong despite the light color, sharp.
"I haven't had Koshihikari in years," Jin says.
"I don't normally drink it either," Kame says, shrugging. "It was there."
Sure. Jin guesses he was there, too.
Kame drinks more; looks at Jin, looks at Jin's mouth. He just came in Jin's mouth. And what does Jin even know about him, when did they last know each other? For a moment Jin stares at a stranger, and his stomach twists and drops.
"I don't like the cover art," Kame says. "On your last album. "
"What?" They both sound like they've been yelling themselves hoarse on a stage.
"It isn't good," Kame says. Kame, who bought his album.
"They didn't want to spend money anymore," Jin shrugs. Just fact.
"Even then I'm sure they could afford something that didn't make you look like the neighborhood creep," Kame says with a hint of sharpness.
"It was urban. Hip-Hop. What do you know about it?"
Kame doesn't lash out. He's thinking, maybe getting his brain back after... "So that was still you. I thought at some point they stopped letting you make decisions."
"I guess it didn't make much of a fucking difference." Kame knows fuck-all about his artistic choices but he does know the important shit. "You know I wasn't getting promotion anymore. The cover was really the least of my problems, but, hey, thanks for your concern. And so timely."
Kame's anger flares cold between them, and then it's hidden just as quickly. "Speaking of tardiness," he says. "I have to leave." He puts his bottle down, the same empty stretch of shelf as last time.
Jin watches him. He moves slowly for a tardy guy. "You haven't even finished that."
"I'm driving, and I have more meetings." He fishes for his wallet, starts to fold bills on top of each other.
Don't think. Don't think now. It'll just show on his stupid flaming face. Whatever he'll end up thinking.
"Same time next week?" he says, and only looks at the money when Kame hands it over. There's a tiny hesitation before Kame lets go.
"Thereabouts," he says. "I'll call ahead."
Jin hides the money in his pocket and nods. "Cool."
Kame bends to put on his shoes, then casts a vague glance at the kitchen. "I'll bring beer. No need to let that go flat."
"Gotcha," Jin says. He stands as Kame lets himself out, cuffs straightened, suit immaculate, not a hair out of place. No sign of sweat, no sign of... anything. As if it hadn't happened. Jin feels sticky everywhere.
Sharp, precise footsteps echoing along the landing, and then they're gone.
Week 3: Wednesday
Jin runs his hand over his chin, wondering. He shaved early today, and now it's four, and Kamenashi said 'around five', and... hell, he might as well just give it another quick runaround with the razor, save the time fretting about it stupidly.
It's a warm day and he's got the window as far open as it will go, the curtains drawn. The aircon's too feeble to make any real difference, and Jin knows better than to complain until his rent is bang up to date again. Not that he thinks it'll do much good even then.
At least his room is tidier than it has been in a long time. He imagines there's even less dust dancing about in the sunbeams sneaking past either side of the curtains.
The bathroom has no window but feels even hotter. Stagnant air, musty. He shaves quickly, dabs on the lotion, checks his hair. Needs some attention. But he's got time.
It's been six days. Yesterday was Meisa's last day at the show room and Jin watched the kids, and today he dropped off an application and still had plenty of time to clear away clutter and iron a shirt.
He's humming to himself. Practice, of course. It worked out quite nicely.
He worms out of his t-shirt carefully, no use getting his hair in a mess again, then takes the black shirt from the hanger. Nothing too fancy, not like a suit. Just setting the stage properly for Kamenashi's five minutes, the sing and stare edition. Kamenashi's holding up his end of the deal, and, well.
Jin can only examine himself in pieces in the tiny bathroom mirror, but he thinks that's looking okay.
Closer to five, he shuts the window again. Not performing for the neighborhood here. Then he considers making himself a cup of tea, and laughs when he rejects the idea for fear of messing up his outfit, and then the bell rings.
Jin stands. God he is an idiot. This isn't like the lights coming on across a stadium. He clears his throat and opens the door. "You're on time," he says. He can do approval too.
Kamenashi steps in with all the confidence in the world. His suit is dark grey and his tie has tiny silver turtles on it. Whimsical. "I'm ever so relieved," he says.
"Just don't want you running into the guy who comes for my six o'clock song," Jin says. "He likes to feel special."
Kamenashi gives him a sharp stare, but toes off his second shoe too.
"Whatever," Jin says.
Kamenashi steps in and holds up the plastic bag is carrrying. "Here. It's beer. Try to find room in your overflowing fridge."
Jin takes it. It's heavy. Six bottles, the distinctive Koshihikari summer ale. Kind of a lot for a special slum performance?
"You want one now?" Jin asks belatedly, but Kamenashi shakes his head.
"No. Thank you."
"Nice beer," Jin comments as he straightens from the fridge.
"There was a display, I didn't exactly look around for ages." Kamenashi sounds a little testy. That's right, no comparison shopping for the busy bees.
"Nice tie," Jin nods at him.
Kamenashi's stare goes even testier. "It's a promotion." He looks Jin up and down, too, but says nothing.
Okay, great, Kamenashi's a wanted man. With a turtle tie and a tied tongue.
"Well, I'm glad you could find the time between all your work," Jin says generously.
"Actually I had business in the area again," Kamenashi says. "Though it's always good to see you still have a roof over your head. Your landlord's happier with you now, I take it?"
"Business? Here?"
"A meeting. Not exactly here, but close enough." He leans against the shelf from where he usually listens. Starts listening. Nothing awkward about his stare now, just a flat reminder.
Jin bows his head sarcastically. "My landlord is very pleased, thank you for asking. I'll tell him you asked after his mother and his children, too."
"I bought your last album the other day," Kamenashi says, and actually manages to surprise him. Manages to give Jin that up-down spike of nervousness.
But, hey. There's his answer about whether Kamenashi knows the hot dogs. "Great," Jin says. "Delicious royalties."
"Do you still get any worth mentioning?"
"Well, every once in a while they buy me a Frappucchino." It's true, too. Now and then tiny sums appear in his bank account, and then he can wonder if Eternal got played somewhere. It's usually Eternal. "But I'm sure you know that, seeing as you know everything and everybody."
"You know, it hadn't occurred to me to ask," Kamenashi muses. Right. That's why he turns up out here in the sticks week after week, regular as clockwork, leaving his minions to get themselves in trouble—
"I see the Tegoshi thing blew over," Jin says, and Kamenashi's head comes up at once.
"How would you know that."
"Dude." Jin rolls his eyes. "No screaming headlines?"
"I see," Kamenashi says, sounding very controlled, very measured. And then nothing.
"And?" Jin prompts. "Is that a yes? A no? How many more people did you have to schmooze?"
But Kamenashi's face has shut down.
"What do you care, Akanishi? It was last week, it's not even… hundreds of things have happened since, and what do you care anyway? You're gone."
The answer sticks in Jin's throat, when he's not sure if that was insult or accusation. He's not sure Kamenashi knows either.
"So I'm afraid you'll have to buy the gossip in hardcopy like everyone else," Kamenashi says tensely. "If you can afford it."
For a moment they lock eyes. Then Jin turns.
"Well," he says, and picks up the guitar. "Let me get to work on that then."
He needs a moment, to concentrate. This one needs to be right.
It's two chords, slow ones, before he knows, knows without looking, that Kame got it. Four when he hears Kame exhale, and misses a note. Damn.
"Interesting choice," Kame says into the silence.
Jin shrugs at him. Hardest part was not making it sound like Real Face, the funeral version. But he put in the work, he's ready. "Do you want to talk or should I play?"
"Play," Kame says, and now he's watching Jin's fingers, Jin can feel that look all through the intro lines, and nothing else is moving. Only the rhythm of the first verse breaks the spell – the look stays where it is but Kame doesn't, slow steps all the way until he's in front of Jin. Well, good to have that dealt with. Jin wouldn't want him to miss out.
And there it is, the touch in his hair, a slow glide of strands through fingers. Tidying and rearranging, tucking some wisps behind his ear. If Jin had left it longer Kamenashi could braid it, that would keep him busy.
But maybe he doesn't want to be kept busy with Jin's hair, because those fingers find his face more quickly this time; temples, pausing for his pulse, and cheekbones, and down to his jaw. Makes it hard to sing. Giri giri.
Faint smoke hangs in Kamenashi's clothes. Jin has to concentrate, because this is what he does in Kamenashi's five minutes, sing. Kamenashi strokes the base of his neck and Jin's skin feels thin, and for a moment Kamenashi's fingertips skim just inside Jin's shirt. More, when Jin shifts and the shirt falls that way. Five minutes.
He slows down, he feels it getting tricky. Feels Kamenashi in his space and on his neck, making the most of it. Five minutes. Not done yet. The air between them is hot, and Jin's starting to struggle with the lyrics, he never had a head for lyrics.
Kamenashi touches his chin. Not hard enough to mess up the song, but Jin's voice wavers anyway. He keeps on track though, lets Kamenashi's fingers wander over his cheeks, hits the first bar of the chorus gratefully because it gets easier again, and Kame's fingers touch his lips and Jin's voice dies.
The guitar fades at the end of the line. He can see Kame's turtle tie, sharp silver glitter. The only thing he can feel is that touch on his mouth.
He should be out of that chair, demanding explanations, making a fuss. Five minutes are up, are up plenty.
He shouldn't be sitting here waiting.
Kame's fingers start to move again. They trace the outline of his upper lip and Jin holds himself so still, he almost trembles. It's quiet. He looks up.
Kame doesn't notice, is absorbed in his study of Jin's lips. Jin hasn't felt so much focus in... he doesn't know. A decade. A shiver works itself up his back, despite the heat. Kame's fingers finish a slow circle, and his thumb comes to rest on Jin's bottom lip.
A pause, Kame thinking. A little swipe, pressing down. In.
Jin's not breathing.
And Kame is aroused again, it's blindingly clear. Why wouldn't he be, watching Jin open up for him.
And finally, he meets Jin's eyes.
"That's two weeks," Jin says. He won't be finishing the song with that voice anyway.
Kame thinks it over, his eyes dark and a flush working up his neck. Jin can smell him, familiar Kame under the different cologne, and that he wants Jin. At least there's that.
"Would have been more a few years ago," Kame says. That's no singing voice either. He trails his thumb down Jin's chin, then wipes the spit off. "But good. Two weeks." He's moving slowly, undoing his belt.
There's a weird moment when Jin thinks the film's going to stop or they're going to disappear in a flash of light, but it passes and they're still there. Kame takes his guitar away, and turns back, and god, he's hard. And right there, and Jin doesn't think and doesn't blink and takes him in.
A bit, at least; feels like a lot. The sharp noise Kame gives sounds like it's plenty for now.
He tries again, a little more. Kame holds still. That's good. He doesn't flinch when Kame's hands come down on his shoulders. His lips are dry.
He pulls back and Kame lets him, enough. Spit, he needs more spit. Then he goes again, goes deeper. Sucks; that's what he's doing. It's a strange taste but not bad. Somewhere he is spinning but this is tight focus. Tight.
"You got the idea?" Kame sounds like he's the one with something in his mouth. It should be funny. Jin makes a sound, does it again, the up and down, or back and forth, best answer he's got, and then Kame's hand comes down lightly on his head.
Oh. So that was Kame really holding back. And he's not now.
It's fast it's— how do you even suck when— he's scared that moment, from how much, too much. Until he gets that this is it, it's not worse. Just fast.
He gives up on sucking, just gives up, keeps it tight, holds it there, lets Kame... lets him. Is there.
Kame's hands slip into his hair. Not harsh, they could be harsher. Just hot and he's sweating and the air is never cool enough, and maybe that's why he doesn't think, maybe this fog makes him dizzy and not scared and trapped.
And then the fog goes shaky, Kame's hands jerking against him and it gets faster and bigger and once or twice too deep, he almost gags, and then there's Kame's muffled voice and the taste too strong in his mouth, Jin shivering as he swallows it down.
The heat is still there, Kame all but bent over him. Jin just sits, lets Kame's dick shrink in his mouth, lets it disappear, lets Kame straighten and put it away.
He watches Kame buckle his belt. Wipes his hand over his mouth. His face is burning.
What do you say now? That's unexpected but when he looks back, only if he's a naive idiot. I'm not gay but they both know that and what difference does that make. I've never done this before and why is that even in his head?
"Can I have a beer?" Kame asks, his voice still as useless.
"It's your beer," Jin says. His hands grip the side of the chair, he wants to get up. But Kame is already at the fridge.
He comes back with two bottles. "Here," he says. That's all.
So they drink. It's strong despite the light color, sharp.
"I haven't had Koshihikari in years," Jin says.
"I don't normally drink it either," Kame says, shrugging. "It was there."
Sure. Jin guesses he was there, too.
Kame drinks more; looks at Jin, looks at Jin's mouth. He just came in Jin's mouth. And what does Jin even know about him, when did they last know each other? For a moment Jin stares at a stranger, and his stomach twists and drops.
"I don't like the cover art," Kame says. "On your last album. "
"What?" They both sound like they've been yelling themselves hoarse on a stage.
"It isn't good," Kame says. Kame, who bought his album.
"They didn't want to spend money anymore," Jin shrugs. Just fact.
"Even then I'm sure they could afford something that didn't make you look like the neighborhood creep," Kame says with a hint of sharpness.
"It was urban. Hip-Hop. What do you know about it?"
Kame doesn't lash out. He's thinking, maybe getting his brain back after... "So that was still you. I thought at some point they stopped letting you make decisions."
"I guess it didn't make much of a fucking difference." Kame knows fuck-all about his artistic choices but he does know the important shit. "You know I wasn't getting promotion anymore. The cover was really the least of my problems, but, hey, thanks for your concern. And so timely."
Kame's anger flares cold between them, and then it's hidden just as quickly. "Speaking of tardiness," he says. "I have to leave." He puts his bottle down, the same empty stretch of shelf as last time.
Jin watches him. He moves slowly for a tardy guy. "You haven't even finished that."
"I'm driving, and I have more meetings." He fishes for his wallet, starts to fold bills on top of each other.
Don't think. Don't think now. It'll just show on his stupid flaming face. Whatever he'll end up thinking.
"Same time next week?" he says, and only looks at the money when Kame hands it over. There's a tiny hesitation before Kame lets go.
"Thereabouts," he says. "I'll call ahead."
Jin hides the money in his pocket and nods. "Cool."
Kame bends to put on his shoes, then casts a vague glance at the kitchen. "I'll bring beer. No need to let that go flat."
"Gotcha," Jin says. He stands as Kame lets himself out, cuffs straightened, suit immaculate, not a hair out of place. No sign of sweat, no sign of... anything. As if it hadn't happened. Jin feels sticky everywhere.
Sharp, precise footsteps echoing along the landing, and then they're gone.
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Date: 2013-01-10 12:42 pm (UTC)Well, first you need a box. Then you need a second box. Then you get a felt tip pen and some duct tape...
But he seemed generally happy to have Kame there for once and awwww.
Heeeee, ya think? :DDDDD
We think too. Not very exciting where he lives. :p(That Jin gif is just *_______* and makes us feel guilty. Is there an emoticon for guilt? Cuz we'd be using it all over the place. T___T)
Calm your shit, Kame.
YOU TELL HIM, LEXY. (Can we hide behind the tree first?)
LOL your gifs. *g* Sorry for unexpected; clearly this was even more unexpected than we'd expected. (NO PUN INTENDED!) We, like Jin afterwards, felt like this was signalled a while ago... #dirtymindedauthors
IT'S OKAY BB YOU DID GOOD, YOU DID GOOD. *PATS*
You caught that, didn't you? :D A boy likes being reassured sometimes.
Yeah, I totally feel like putting my dick in someone's mouth today
Does it take a special day to think that? *g* But no, it's probably not a spoiler to say that Kame didn't entirely expect his day to go like that, either.
Oh dear, I wonder what'll happen the next time he comes over now.
Stay tuuuuuuuned! THANK YOU FOR AWESOME COMMENT WHICH IS AWESOME!
And sorry for all the winding up, we can't help it ORZ(no subject)
Date: 2013-01-10 04:27 pm (UTC)LMAOOO HAHAHA ILU
Is there an emoticon for guilt? Cuz we'd be using it all over the place. T___T
LOL yeah there's plenty, but you really shouldn't feel TOO GUILTY, he was in a much worse sneario in DW. At least he's not so broke so that he has to start whoring himself off
to Kame. *pats* Although, uh, with this chapter that's kinda what he's doing, but only cuz he wants to. :DDDWe, like Jin afterwards, felt like this was signalled a while ago... #dirtymindedauthors
Ahaha, actually, it's more the timing that surprises me than the action, I would have expected this more down the line, not after two weeks. O_O; Kame wastes no time, clearly. |D But hey, surprise mouth sex is always fun to read lmao.
Does it take a special day to think that? *g* But no, it's probably not a spoiler to say that Kame didn't entirely expect his day to go like that, either.
AHAHA that is true /cracks up. Really, interesting, interesting. >_> All of his actions will be explained eventually right? Like how he's tots fine touching and putting his dick in Jin's mouth but not being nice to him yet? X'D Well getting the beer was nice, I guess. :D
I AM EXCITED I EXPECT THEY'LL BE ACTUAL SEX IN TWO MORE WEEKS or maybe some more blowjob practice so Jin doesn't feel so embarrassed about it, but I guess I will see! XD They're both so cray, stubborn, horny and unpredictable, they deserve each other. :'D
DON'T APOLOGIZE I had so much fun reading this! :D
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Date: 2013-01-13 05:04 pm (UTC)Hey, what kind of Clintonesque talk is this? Kame got off. That blow job was sex right enough! :p
... or maybe some more blowjob practice so Jin doesn't feel so embarrassed about it, but I guess I will see!
Yes. Kame will send Jin a banana. /spoiler
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Date: 2013-01-13 06:18 pm (UTC)LMAOOOO X'D Seriously dying, AHAAA. <3 Only you. :3