[fic] Morning, Noon, and Night (Jin/Kame)
(Sorry if this shows up on your flist twice, I'm having date problems. :o)
As this prompt is longer than some other fic I've posted, it gets a proper fic post. *g* I disclaim all responsibility for dental problems induced by the dangerous amounts of sugar contained herein: consider yourself warned.
Title: Morning, Noon, and Night
Pairing: Jin/Kame
Wordcount: 823
Notes: One month after Jin and Kame move in together sometime after this fic, as requested by maya_morning. :) (Translated into Russian here, courtesy of the lovely & charming jana_nox!)
Jin surfaced slowly from the depths of sleep, faintly aware of the warmth of sunshine on his cheek and the muffled sounds drifting from the kitchen before he was fully awake. With a jaw-cracking yawn, he stretched slowly, savoring the slight ache of his muscles and the pleasantly late hour.
He was alone in the bed. After a long minute basking in the sun, he rolled out of bed and shuffled down the hall to the kitchen.
Kame was bent over the counter, lips moving soundlessly as he wielded a trim steel kitchen knife. A pile of fresh red strawberries, still flecked with water droplets, lay to his left; on his right were the discarded leafy tops. Jin paused to admire Kame’s intent face, his compact shoulders, the smooth economy of his movements.
Kame scraped the last bit of greenery aside and set the knife down. He smiled down at the counter. "Someone's up early," he said.
Jin took that as his cue to pad forward and slide his arms around Kame's waist. "Funny," he said into Kame's shoulder.
"But this is early for you," Kame said. His voice was soft and a little husky with suppressed laughter, the tone he only ever used when he was alone. Instead of answering, Jin turned his face so he could press a kiss to Kame’s neck.
"Are those for breakfast?" he murmured.
"They’re for my breakfast," Kame said. "I thought I wouldn’t see you until lunch, maybe."
Jin made an indistinct noise of protest and nosed at the side of Kame's neck. Kame leaned back against him, loose. "Kame," Jin murmured, drawing out the last syllable. He brushed his lips against Kame's neck again, up to the soft skin behind his ear, nuzzling into his hair. "Kame..."
"Mmm," Kame said. His breath was coming a little short. "Maybe I'll share."
Jin nipped lightly at Kame's ear. His hands wandered down to Kame's hips, pulling Kame back against him more securely. He was feeling much more awake now.
Kame rocked back against him, just a little; Jin couldn't help moving forward in response. Kame let out a long sigh. His hands found Jin's; gently he tangled their fingers and tugged Jin's hands loose, so he could turn and slide a hand right behind the nape of Jin's neck, pull him down and kiss him.
"No sex in the kitchen," Kame reminded him, albeit rather breathlessly, when they broke apart a minute later.
Jin rolled forward lazily. "Sure," he said against the corner of Kame’s mouth. "We can stop any time you want."
Kame elected instead to kiss him again. Personally, Jin thought his messages were rather mixed.
The next time they broke apart Kame placed both hands on his shoulders and propelled him gently but firmly backwards out of the kitchen. Jin didn't protest; he kept his hands on Kame's waist and kissed Kame again, nipping at Kame’s mouth, little kisses barely catching Kame's lips. When they neared the couch, Jin took advantage of his position to pull Kame around and nudge him off balance, just enough so that Kame stumbled and fell back on the couch.
Jin followed, crawling forward before Kame could sit up. "Mm," he said, aware he was smiling stupidly, "what should I have first today."
Kame rolled his eyes and pulled him down by the scooped neck of his tank top.
It was more or less in accordance with all the clichés of morning sex: slow and unhurried, the breathy little sounds Kame made that Jin liked so much slowly growing to full-voiced growls. Kame wrapped a leg around Jin's hip and bit gently at Jin's jaw, at his shoulder; Jin's hands wandered from smoothing Kame's hair to tracing a nail down his chest to splaying a palm against his hip and back again. When they finally reached the edge, Kame's nails dug into Jin's back and Jin's forehead was pressed against Kame's shoulder and both of their voices were ragged and hoarse.
Jin held himself up just long enough for Kame to squirm to the side before collapsing bonelessly. He kept his eyes open just a slit as he waited for his heartbeat to slow and his breathing to even out, just enough to watch Kame's profile as he lay next to Jin, breathing deeply, damp tendrils of hair clinging to his face.
Kame's head fell to the side, so that he was looking right at Jin. Jin quickly shut his eyes. There was a little huff of laughter and Kame said, "You can open your eyes. You always do that, don't you? Afterwards."
Slightly abashed, Jin opened his eyes. Kame was smiling at him.
A little burst of pure happiness exploded somewhere in Jin's chest. He rolled over, scooping Kame up and burying his face in the curve of Kame’s neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply.
"Kame," he said. "Kame."
Kame touched his hair. "Yeah," he said, low. "Me, too."
As this prompt is longer than some other fic I've posted, it gets a proper fic post. *g* I disclaim all responsibility for dental problems induced by the dangerous amounts of sugar contained herein: consider yourself warned.
Title: Morning, Noon, and Night
Pairing: Jin/Kame
Wordcount: 823
Notes: One month after Jin and Kame move in together sometime after this fic, as requested by maya_morning. :) (Translated into Russian here, courtesy of the lovely & charming jana_nox!)
Jin surfaced slowly from the depths of sleep, faintly aware of the warmth of sunshine on his cheek and the muffled sounds drifting from the kitchen before he was fully awake. With a jaw-cracking yawn, he stretched slowly, savoring the slight ache of his muscles and the pleasantly late hour.
He was alone in the bed. After a long minute basking in the sun, he rolled out of bed and shuffled down the hall to the kitchen.
Kame was bent over the counter, lips moving soundlessly as he wielded a trim steel kitchen knife. A pile of fresh red strawberries, still flecked with water droplets, lay to his left; on his right were the discarded leafy tops. Jin paused to admire Kame’s intent face, his compact shoulders, the smooth economy of his movements.
Kame scraped the last bit of greenery aside and set the knife down. He smiled down at the counter. "Someone's up early," he said.
Jin took that as his cue to pad forward and slide his arms around Kame's waist. "Funny," he said into Kame's shoulder.
"But this is early for you," Kame said. His voice was soft and a little husky with suppressed laughter, the tone he only ever used when he was alone. Instead of answering, Jin turned his face so he could press a kiss to Kame’s neck.
"Are those for breakfast?" he murmured.
"They’re for my breakfast," Kame said. "I thought I wouldn’t see you until lunch, maybe."
Jin made an indistinct noise of protest and nosed at the side of Kame's neck. Kame leaned back against him, loose. "Kame," Jin murmured, drawing out the last syllable. He brushed his lips against Kame's neck again, up to the soft skin behind his ear, nuzzling into his hair. "Kame..."
"Mmm," Kame said. His breath was coming a little short. "Maybe I'll share."
Jin nipped lightly at Kame's ear. His hands wandered down to Kame's hips, pulling Kame back against him more securely. He was feeling much more awake now.
Kame rocked back against him, just a little; Jin couldn't help moving forward in response. Kame let out a long sigh. His hands found Jin's; gently he tangled their fingers and tugged Jin's hands loose, so he could turn and slide a hand right behind the nape of Jin's neck, pull him down and kiss him.
"No sex in the kitchen," Kame reminded him, albeit rather breathlessly, when they broke apart a minute later.
Jin rolled forward lazily. "Sure," he said against the corner of Kame’s mouth. "We can stop any time you want."
Kame elected instead to kiss him again. Personally, Jin thought his messages were rather mixed.
The next time they broke apart Kame placed both hands on his shoulders and propelled him gently but firmly backwards out of the kitchen. Jin didn't protest; he kept his hands on Kame's waist and kissed Kame again, nipping at Kame’s mouth, little kisses barely catching Kame's lips. When they neared the couch, Jin took advantage of his position to pull Kame around and nudge him off balance, just enough so that Kame stumbled and fell back on the couch.
Jin followed, crawling forward before Kame could sit up. "Mm," he said, aware he was smiling stupidly, "what should I have first today."
Kame rolled his eyes and pulled him down by the scooped neck of his tank top.
It was more or less in accordance with all the clichés of morning sex: slow and unhurried, the breathy little sounds Kame made that Jin liked so much slowly growing to full-voiced growls. Kame wrapped a leg around Jin's hip and bit gently at Jin's jaw, at his shoulder; Jin's hands wandered from smoothing Kame's hair to tracing a nail down his chest to splaying a palm against his hip and back again. When they finally reached the edge, Kame's nails dug into Jin's back and Jin's forehead was pressed against Kame's shoulder and both of their voices were ragged and hoarse.
Jin held himself up just long enough for Kame to squirm to the side before collapsing bonelessly. He kept his eyes open just a slit as he waited for his heartbeat to slow and his breathing to even out, just enough to watch Kame's profile as he lay next to Jin, breathing deeply, damp tendrils of hair clinging to his face.
Kame's head fell to the side, so that he was looking right at Jin. Jin quickly shut his eyes. There was a little huff of laughter and Kame said, "You can open your eyes. You always do that, don't you? Afterwards."
Slightly abashed, Jin opened his eyes. Kame was smiling at him.
A little burst of pure happiness exploded somewhere in Jin's chest. He rolled over, scooping Kame up and burying his face in the curve of Kame’s neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply.
"Kame," he said. "Kame."
Kame touched his hair. "Yeah," he said, low. "Me, too."