30 Days to Uranus (Part 1)
Title: 30 Days to Uranus
Pairing: Jin/everyone, mainly Jin/Shige and past Akame
Rating: NC-17
Words: 12,950
Summary: *Repost* When Jin decides to give up sex for a month, he doesn't count on falling in love.
Warning: gay sex, het sex, copy machine abuse, and a whole lot of secondhand embarrassment (Jin's "hard" life)
Notes: JE remake of 40 Days and 40 Nights. Collab with ryogrande and MAN did we have fun. <3 Written for reel_johnny.
*
"I hate you so fucking much."
Jin moans, arching his back as Kame lazily rolls his hips, pushing in and out of him entirely too slowly for Jin's taste.
"I hate you, too," he says affectionately. "Now move."
This time Kame moans, as piercing and annoyingly arousing as ever as he digs his fingers into Jin's ass and pounds into him. Jin tosses his head back, effectively banging it against the headboard, but that just serves to distort his reality even more.
They always did like it a little rough. Jin's bed bounces with Kame's force, a rhythmic thumping on the wall that Jin's roommate and possibly the entire building had to hear, along with the guttural scream that tears from Jin's lungs when Kame wraps his fingers around Jin's cock and pulls him off as fast as he can.
Sex is messy with Kame, because it's never premeditated and 'lube' is whatever's within reach that serves the purpose. Condoms are optional depending on if Kame has any, because Jin would rather save his for his bed partners who can actually get pregnant.
When it's over, Kame flops down next to him and Jin shoves him over, sending him flying off the bed. Naturally, Kame clutches onto the covers and pulls them down with him. This includes Jin, who lands unceremoniously on top of Kame's small frame and makes a face at the close proximity.
The expression is mimicked. "Get off me, fatass," Kame growls, and they wrestle around the floor in an attempt to detangle themselves from the covers.
Something is frying in the kitchen when the door to Jin's room flies open, hard enough to slam against the wall as Kame struts out with his shirt flung over his shoulder and his pants in the process of being fastened.
"'Sup," he greets Jin's roommate, who acknowledges him with his usual blank expression as Kame nods and lets himself out.
Jin drapes himself in the doorway to his bedroom, covers pulled up around his waist in some semblance of modesty. "Are you making enough for me, too?" is all he asks.
Yamapi just shakes his head as he turns back to the stove.
*
He'd always known that Kuroki Meisa would be a firecracker in bed.
They never cared much about each other before, usually snubbing the other like they were competitors on the charts, but Yamapi was 'on again' with her best friend and Meisa didn't trust either of them.
It took Jin visibly shivering when she bitched out some creeper who tried to grab her ass at the club for her to look at Jin differently. He's not usually one for being submissive, but it was hot. Meisa herself was hot.
She's hot now, her breasts bouncing as she rocks back and forth on his cock. Her hair cascades down her bare back and her vocals are much better than her studio recordings, her hands smushing Jin's face as she rides. All he can do is hold on, bite his lip not to say anything too demeaning, and try to stay hard.
She's hot, but he's completely uninterested.
"Come with me," Meisa demands, breathlessly.
"Now?" Jin replies, panicking as he feels her tighten around him.
Meisa throws her head back and wails. "Now!"
Jin can't do anything but stare at her with wide eyes as she falls apart on top of him, then cowers under her narrowed glare.
He's always worked best under pressure, but he's never quite had to improvise like this before. It's one of his better performances, in his opinion, the right mixture of moaning and shaking even if it's just out of relief that he doesn't have to try to keep it up anymore.
When it's over, he's rather pleased with himself, but Meisa doesn't look impressed.
"What the fuck was that."
Jin puts on his best honest face. "An orgasm?"
Meisa rolls her eyes. "You are such a bad liar."
Across the apartment, it's clear that Yamapi and Maki are still going strong.
"You're kind of pathetic," Meisa tells Jin as the gets dressed. "Do you even like me?"
"Not really," Jin replies.
"Yeah, I don't like you either." Meisa plops down on the end of his bed and lights a cigarette. "I thought you would at the very least be a good lay, though."
Jin can't even bring himself to be offended. "It's like sex is meaningless to me now."
"Sucks to be you," Meisa says. "I got mine. I'm going to go watch TV in your living room until Maki-chan is done. Please don't join me."
With that, she sways out of the room.
His only regret is that he should have drunk more.
*
"What the fuck do I care about your sex problems?" Ryo asks around a mouthful of food. "Other than that I have to listen to you whine about them."
"Pi told me to go see a shrink," Jin replies as he picks at his own bowl. "I thought you might be marginally more helpful."
Ryo eyes his friend's untouched dinner. "Oh my god, this is serious. It's affecting your appetite!"
"I don't even care anymore, Ryo," Jin goes on, pausing to take a wistful breath. "It could be anyone and I'll fuck them. I'd probably fuck you."
Ryo makes a face. "As exciting as that sounds, I'm going to have to pass."
"I don't blame you," Jin says. "I wouldn't fuck me right now either."
"Oh, snap out of it," Ryo tells him, kicking him under the table. Jin winces and Ryo shoves another bite in his mouth. "You're depressing me. Go to Italy or hibernate for a month or something until you get over this shit. Not that you need a break, but lazing around and moping isn't doing you any good."
"I can't just up and leave, Ryo-chan," Jin argues. "I'm releasing my first single next week. Then I have to get ready for my summer tour."
"Forgive me for having absolutely no sympathy for you," Ryo says flatly. "Ordinarily I would tell you to go get laid, but since that seems to be the problem here, I'll tell you to focus on your music instead. It makes you happy, right? If sex doesn't make you happy anymore, don't have it. It's that fucking simple."
Jin stares at him like the younger idol is a holy vision. "You're right."
"Of course I'm right." Ryo stuffs his face some more. "I'm awesome."
"Sex brings nothing but problems," Jin thinks out loud. "I should just stop it completely. Cut it off at the source."
"Atta boy," Ryo tells him. "You hungry yet?"
Jin eyes his dinner and actually feels his mouth watering. "As a horse."
*
False Start
Jin wakes up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy. He showers, gets dressed, and picks up a latte and a scone on the way to work. Big tits and nice asses pass him by without notice as he concentrates on his music, his collaboration, and his upcoming promotions.
Already it's easier to breathe.
Until he reaches the front doors of the Jimusho, one of which smacks him in the face and knocks him on his ass as he approaches.
"Akanishi-senpai!" a familiar voice exclaims, and Jin manages to focus on wild hair and dark skin.
"Fujigaya-kun?" Jin questions, and the wild hair nods rapidly. "Is my nose bleeding?"
The very concerned junior (for another few months, anyway) kneels down and hovers over Jin as he leans right in his face. "I don't think so. Oh my god, I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going and-"
"It's fine," Jin says gruffly, rubbing his nose as he looks at his long-time backdancer. "Congratulations on your debut."
Fujigaya's face splits into a grin. "Thanks! Congratulations on yours, too."
Jin starts to smile, but it hurts a little. Fujigaya sees him wince and echoes the movement, flailing his hands helplessly.
"Is there anything I can do to make it better?" he asks, then blushes at the innuendo and bites his lip. "Anything?"
An hour and a half later, Jin emerges from the backseat of Koki's Benz, feeling like crap with messed-up hair and a limp. He would kick himself for not even lasting until noon, but it might hurt more.
It's time for drastic measures.
*
Day Two
"So I've decided to give up sex," Jin says over munchies at three AM.
Yamapi blinks blearily at him as he crunches. "Okay."
"Completely, like all of it," Jin goes on. "It's the orgasm that's making me so miserable, you know? It's like so much build up, and then nothing. Really a big waste of time, if you ask me."
"How much have you had to drink?" Yamapi asks carefully.
"Five Red Bulls," Jin answers. "No actual liquor, if that's what you're thinking. I don't blame you - I'd think I was crazy, too. But I'm onto something here, Pi. I'm on a quest to take back control of my life. For too long I've been yanked around on a chain by my dick. Now I can see more clearly than I have in years."
Yamapi crunches again. "How long has it been?"
"Two days," Jin says quickly. "Although I technically haven't been to sleep yet. But! Usually I jerk off at least twice a day, so this is totally progress. I feel great! I should have no problem going for thirty days."
The crunching ceases. "Thirty days! Your dick will explode if you don't come for that long."
"That's bullshit," Jin replies. "The Catholics have the celebration of Lent, where they honor the tribulations of their lord by giving up something dear to them for forty days and forty nights-"
"I am familiar with Lent," Yamapi cuts him off. "And they usually give up something easy like chocolate. Not orgasms."
"It's not just orgasms," Jin points out. "Anything that can lead to an orgasm and fuck me up just the same. Touching, kissing, even pornographic material. I put parental controls on my laptop this morning."
"You're serious," Yamapi says slowly, a chip falling out of his mouth unnoticed. "You actually think you can last a whole month without even jerking off?"
Jin shrugs. "I'll be busy. And you won't even be around, so what the fuck do you care?"
"You're right." Yamapi grabs the bag out of Jin's hands. "I'll miss witnessing your fail."
"Not this time," Jin declares. "I'm going to go all the way, Pi-"
"Interesting choice of words," Yamapi interjects.
"- and after thirty days, I probably won't even want to have sex." Jin grins up at the ceiling. "I'll be a changed man."
Yamapi just sits there, gaping at him, and Jin leaves him to it. It's late and staying up just isn't as much fun if they're not perving over hot girls or watching porn.
Besides, tomorrow's a brand new day.
*
Day Five
"Wait, what?" Koki asks, his eyes blinking rapidly in surprise.
Kusano smirks. "I said Jin gave up sex for a month."
"Bullshit," Ueda calls without looking up from his book.
A piece of bagel falls right out of Kame's mouth. "Jin? Give up sex? That's like giving up air for him."
"You would know," Nakamaru mutters as he reaches for the box of breakfast items Kusano had generously brought them.
Kame rolls his eyes. "Like you wouldn't."
Nakamaru ignores him and chews thoughtfully.
"I fucking told you," Koki says to Ueda. "Now pay up."
Ueda gives Nakamaru a disappointed look as he forks over a wad of money to the rapper.
"How long has it been?" Taguchi asks Kusano from behind his handheld game.
"Five days," Kusano answers with a wicked smirk. "Pi said he threw out the lube and everything. He's serious."
"Five thousand yen says he doesn't make it two weeks," Koki declares, and Ueda reaches for his wallet again.
"I don't see what the big deal is," Nakamaru speaks up, conveniently avoiding Ueda's eye. "I go a month without sex all the time."
"Yeah, but you spank it, right?" Kame points out, his grin widening when Nakamaru flushes in affirmation.
Koki looks up from the spreadsheet he's creating on his phone. "Wait, no jerking off? Fuck that, I give him until tomorrow."
Casually, Taguchi throws down his cash.
"How many days?" Kusano asks while Ueda grabs a basket for their pool.
"Days?" Taguchi scoffs. "Bitch, please. Watch this"
The rest of them stare as he swings his long legs out of his chair and strides down the corridor to where Jin is getting frustrated with the copy machine.
"Don't you hot-shot solo artists have people to do that for you?" Taguchi asks airily, leaning with his back to the collator tray.
"Fuck you," Jin grumbles.
"You'd like to," Taguchi replies, sliding closer until his arm touches Jin's. In return, Jin punches one of the buttons. "Be careful, Akanishi. You wouldn't want it to jam."
As he emphasizes the word, he pushes back against the machine. Pointedly.
Jin cuts his eyes over to his ex-bandmate. "What are you doing?"
His shiver is visible as Taguchi runs his fingers up the inside of Jin's arm. "Can't I just have a friendly chat with a former member?"
"No," Jin answers. "Unless you know how to make this fucking thing zoom, there's nothing I want from you."
"Oh, I can make it zoom all right," Taguchi says saucily, spinning around to press against Jin's back and slide his hands down Jin's arms. "I bet it's bigger already."
Back in the meeting room, Koki stares in awe while Nakamaru covers his own eyes.
"Oh, he's good," Kame says as he shoves more bagel pieces into his mouth, watching intently.
Jin's head falls back against Taguchi's shoulder, his body giving in to the embrace. Taguchi's whispering encouraging things into his ear, slowly rocking against him from behind.
Suddenly Jin turns around and shoves him away, and even Kame's eyes widen at the impressive tent in Jin's pants.
"Nice try, Taguchi," Jin says, quite haughtily for someone with a hard-on that's visible from a distance. "If I was going to break my vow for anyone, it certainly wouldn't be you."
"Suit yourself," Taguchi says carelessly as he steps up to the machine and opens the lid.
Then he unzips his pants, places his length on the glass, and presses the 'start' button.
"Did he just photocopy his dick?" Koki asks incredulously, and Nakamaru peeks in interest.
Jin just stands agape as Taguchi zips himself back up and scribbles his phone number on the paper spat out by the machine.
"No zoom necessary," he says with a wink as he flings it at Jin.
*
Day Seven
Jin makes it another two days before he shoves Yamapi out the door.
"But I live here!" Yamapi exclaims.
"Just looking at you makes me think about sex!" Jin yells back.
Yamapi smirks. "Oh, really."
Jin slams the door shut and locks it.
The smirk falls when Yamapi realizes he doesn't have his keys.
Jin relents and lets Yamapi in a few hours later, but only because he wouldn't stop pounding on the door and it was giving him a headache. One benefit of the headache is that he's not even mildly interested in sex when Yamapi shoves through the door looking mad and kind of hot. Jin just turns and shuts himself in his room, popping a couple Tylenol PM and curling around his pillow.
When he wakes up again, he decides it's time to take even more drastic measures. He thinks of the most unsexy, unoccupied person he knows and calls him. Akanishi Jin doesn't do boredom so this guy had better put out, so to speak.
"Er… not that I'm not flattered, Akanishi-kun, but why am I your new best friend?" Shige asks, voice tinny in Jin's ear, and maybe a little whiny.
That makes Jin smile. Definitely not hot. Maybe Shige will irritate him so much he won't think about the 's' word at all.
"Because I said so. Stop bitching and come over."
*
Day Eight
Shige sighs for, like, the fourteenth time since he's come over. "My idea of a good time isn't standing around doing your laundry, Akanishi. You could at least help."
“But you do it so well...”
The glare Shige gives him is kind of scary, though, coupled with the way he winds a damp towel menacingly between his hands, so he hurries to help.
They don’t really talk much, just silently fold clothes, or sit on the couch reading magazines while they wait, and Jin’s a little surprised to see that Shige reads crappy mags just like everyone else. More surprising is that Jin decides he really likes it -- the calm, the way Shige doesn’t seem to expect anything of him. When Shige leaves that afternoon, a shy smile in place, Jin feels at ease for the first time since he took the vow.
That calm feeling evaporates the next day, though, when Jin’s single is officially released, and he’s got his work cut out for him. Shige sends him a mail late in the day with a picture of a lady with an angry face clearly dictating to her husband just how laundry should be hung, waving a hanger imperiously, followed by ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ. People give him nervous looks when he starts laughing loudly, but he feels so much lighter. He mails Shige back and tells him he’d better not make any plans for Monday.
What if I already have plans? Shige texts back and Jin snorts.
Do you?
It’s a few minutes before Shige replies, and Jin can practically hear the sulk in it. ...no. He smirks and figures there’s nothing really left to say.
*
“Shige... why is Jin texting you?”
“What?” Shige shrieks, diving for his phone and yanking it from Koyama’s hands. “What are you doing in my phone?”
Koyama blushes. “I just wanted to play Littlest Pet Shop, but I couldn’t figure out which one was apps, and then I forgot I wasn’t supposed to touch the screen for no reason, and then I got lost! Anyway,” he adds defensively, “why is Jin texting you?”
They stare at each other, red-faced, for a good minute before Shige sighs and flops onto his couch, leaning his head back and covering his eyes with his arm. “Because. I don’t know. I hung out with him the other day, and I didn’t have too dreadful a time.”
“Why is Jin texting you about a date?”
“What?” Shige’s head snaps up, and he reflexively checks his phone before realizing Koyama is laughing at him. “He’s not texting me about a date.”
“No, he’s just telling you not to make plans on Monday. Sounds like a date to me.”
Shige frowns at him a moment. “If... I open Littlest Pet Shop and give you my phone, will you shut the hell up?”
Koyama grins. “Yep!”
“You’re so easy,” Shige tells him affectionately and touches the screen.
*
Day Fourteen
"Doesn't this go against your whole nun thing?"
Jin frowns in confusion at the all-too-familiar look on his friend's face. "What are you talking about? I just told you I'm hanging out with Shige tomorrow."
Ryo's grin gets bigger."He's 'Shige' now, huh?"
"Yes?" Jin replies uncertainly. "Haven't you and Pi been on my case for years to get along with him? We're getting along! Be happy!"
"Hey, I'm not hating on your game, man," Ryo says, putting up his hands in mock defense. "Your taste is a bit questionable, but to each their own. I just thought you were serious about the nun thing."
"I am!" Jin exclaims. "The whole point of the nun thing - and stop calling it that - is to not have sex, remember? That has nothing to do with Shige."
"Doesn't it?" Ryo challenges, and Jin's face becomes even more blank. "Granted, he probably wouldn't put out for a month anyway, so this was actually a smart move. But I doubt you actually planned it that way."
"What?" Jin inquires, shaking his head. "I'm not interested in Shige! I picked him because he's the last person on earth whom I'd want to sleep with."
Ryo makes this humming noise, like he doesn't believe Jin for a minute, and Jin's about to kick him under the table when Ryo just sighs and returns to his lunch.
"Do you like hanging out with him?"
Jin narrows his eyes. "I just told you-"
"It's a valid question, Jin. I'd hate to think that you were bored out of your mind the whole time you're together."
Ryo's expression shows the exact opposite, but thankfully Jin can't give him the satisfaction of being right. "I thought that at first, too, but he's surprisingly a good conversationalist." He smirks. "It helps that we have a common ground when it comes to talking shit on you."
"I'm flattered." Ryo smiles wide, showing all of his teeth. "Just don't call out my name during sex."
"I'm not going to sleep with him!" Jin yells, earning the attention of a pair of blue-haired old ladies who both clutch at their hearts. He lowers his voice. "I'm not even attracted to him, asshole. Nothing about him is cute."
Ryo hums again. "But now you're going to think about it."
Later that night Jin curses his name, because dammit, now he is thinking about it, and what he thinks is that without the complications of sex to skew his judgment, Shige's not so bad.
*
Day Fifteen
Shige looks a little nonplussed as he stares at the sprawling playground just outside of Tokyo, and Jin watches him nervously, then realizes what he’s doing and frowns at himself.
“So, this is my favorite place in Tokyo.”
When Shige’s lip curls up into the tiniest smirk, Jin can’t for the life of him figure out why he had never thought Shige was sexy before. He kind of expects Shige to follow it up with some smart-ass remark, though, and can’t decide whether he wants to hear it or not, but Shige surprises him.
“Okay. Where do we start?” he asks, and there’s not a trace of sarcasm in his voice.
Jin’s heart gives a hard thump and he grins crookedly before pointing at the slides.
Jin learns that maybe Shige’s not as straight-laced and overbearing as he seems, blushing furiously as he gets stuck on the slides he’s much too tall for, but that doesn’t stop him from going again and again. That he’s not afraid of looking dumb, embraces it even, mocking himself as mercilessly as he does Jin, but not unkindly. That he’s kind of actually really funny, and Jin realizes with a bit of a shock as Shige flies right off the swing, landing in a jumbled pile and laughing at himself, that, dammit Ryo, he might actually be interested in Shige.
The sun is just beginning to set, and Shige’s lazily pushing at the merry-go-round with one hand, slow enough that Jin doesn’t have to hang on, just wraps his arms around his knees and hugs them to his chest, swaying a bit with every push.
“I’m hungry,” Jin whines.
“Mm.”
“Really hungry,” he repeats a moment later, and Shige laughs.
“You’re such a baby. What do you want for dinner?”
Jin shrugs.
“You could...” Shige pauses a moment, misses a spin, and Jin starts slowing. “I could make you dinner, if you want, nothing fancy but I guess you wouldn’t starve.” His cheeks are deep pink like the sky behind him, and Jin’s eyes follow him through every rotation until he comes to a complete stop.
“Yeah, okay, I guess.”
Shige’s apartment is way messier than Jin had anticipated, and it’s oddly comforting to find that there are magazines spilling off the coffee table and undone dishes in the sink.
“Sorry about the mess,” Shige mutters, pushing some dishes into the sink self-consciously and moving to his fridge to open it and stick his head in. “I could make... hmm... stir fry?”
“Sure.”
Shige moves around his kitchen clumsily and Jin experiences a moment of trouble when the man bends down to retrieve something from a bottom cabinet. Quickly, Jin steps awkwardly over to Shige’s DVD collection, running his fingers over the spines and not really reading them as he tries to get his suddenly rabid libido under control. It’s just Shige. Shige bent over in the kitchen. No. Just Shige. People would laugh themselves silly if they knew he was getting a hard-on over Shige being domestic. He has a nice ass, he tells himself defensively, and forces himself to focus on the titles.
“Want to watch a movie?” he calls out.
“Yeah that’s fine. It’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
Jin finally just picks a movie at random and mechanically pulls it out of its case, crouching in front of Shige’s system and puzzling out the location of the eject button, glad for an easy distraction. Once he’s got it slotted in, he flops down onto the couch and hunts for the remote. He clicks through the previews, on number five when Shige brings out two plates and beers, balancing them somehow. Jin’s actually sort of impressed.
“What’re we watching?” Shige asks, dropping next to him and cracking open his drink.
Jin’s just about to admit that he’s not sure when “XXX” flashes across the screen in huge font and he chokes on his own saliva. “What is this?” he hisses and Shige gives him a weird look as he whacks him on the back a couple times.
“You picked it.” When Jin just gives him a desperate sort of look, Shige sighs. “Vin Diesel movie.”
“Oh. Okay.” Jin feels like an idiot.
“Did you turn the subtitles on?”
“What? No, you don’t need subtitles. It’s a Vin Diesel film. You don’t need words to understand it.”
“You’re only saying that because you already understand it.” Shige grabs for the remote and they wrestle for a minute before Jin gives an extra hard tug, laughing, and ends up with a lapful of Shige. At which point he lets go of the remote like it’s burning him and grabs for his plate to hold it in his lap as Shige sits up and laughs triumphantly, seemingly ignorant of Jin’s discomfort. Shige is blushing, but that could easily be interpreted as the flush of exertion. Then Jin flushes as he thinks about Shige ‘exerting’ himself and shovels the stir fry into his mouth, eyes riveted to the television.
He makes it to a fairly racy scene before he remembers his conundrum. Vin Diesel arrives at his hotel room to see a scantily-clad girl dancing on his bedposts to what Jin would refer to as a "bow chicka bow wow" song, and Jin pauses with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth.
Next to him, Shige watches intently, like it's some kind of fascinating historical documentary instead of what it actually is. Jin finds himself immensely jealous of Shige's maturity while pushing away thoughts of getting him to loosen up a bit.
An hour and a half later, Shige is grimacing at the credits. “I think that it might have been better without the subs after all.”
“I told you so,” Jin replies with a snicker and watches Shige as he rolls his eyes and stands to grab their plates and toss them in the sink. It’s quiet, the apartment is kind of dark, and they’re alone. Jin gulps and stands, takes a step back. “So... I guess I should get going.”
“Ah,” Shige says, and Jin knows he’s imagining the disappointment in the single word, in Shige’s eyes as they lock with his. “Let me walk you out.”
“I had a nice time today,” he continues as they take the stairs. “I... never really expected that you were like that.”
“Like what?” Jin asks.
“I don’t know...” Shige waves his hand about vaguely. “Kind. Not child-like... I already knew that part,” he adds with a smirk that only widens when Jin punches him in the arm. “Well,” he says, facing Jin in the doorway. “I’d... I’d like to do it again sometime. I mean. If you want.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, biting his lower lip in an impossibly sexy manner, and Jin finds himself leaning forward.
“I’d like that,” he breathes, and then he realizes that Shige is leaning in too. He jumps back and holds his fist up, waits until Shige confusedly mimics him, and bumps their fists together. “Er... I’ll call you!” he says, walking backward until he trips inelegantly over a crack in the sidewalk and turns around, shoves his hands in his pockets and curses.
*
“What, like... bro-knucks?” Koyama asks incredulously.
“No... more like... a fist bump,” Shige replies. “Oh god, seriously. I can’t believe I did that. I probably freaked him out. I don’t even know what came over me! I swear he was making eyes at me all day and... I don’t know. Kill me now, please. He’s probably going to tell Yamapi and they’re going to laugh at me forever.” He drops his face into his hands and feels the couch dip next to him and Koyama’s hand patting him on the back while he sips his latte.
“There there, Shige. It won’t be quite that long. Leader has a short attention span, you know.”
“Not helping, Kei,” is Shige’s muffled response.
*
Day Sixteen
Jin jumps out of his skin when his bedroom door is flung open the next morning to reveal his roommate with a black light.
"Jesus fuck, Pi, you scared the shit out of me," Jin gasps, clutching at his heart. "Aren't you supposed to be in Taiwan or something?"
"I had a break," Yamapi says as he crawls onto Jin's bed and pulls back the sheets, casually like he does it every day. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
Jin sighs. "Of course. I'd be even happier if you weren't in my bed."
Truthfully, Jin doesn't mean that in a sexual way. Since his not-date with Shige, all he could think about is having a real date with him. Except that is the absolute opposite of what he needs to be focusing on right now. Maybe Ryo is right, and Shige would appreciate going slow? But if Shige tried anything, anything at all, Jin knows he wouldn't be able to stop himself.
He may just genuinely like the bastard.
"What are you even doing?" Jin asks, distracting himself with Yamapi's completely unprecedented scanning of his bed.
"Checking for emissions," Yamapi replies, glancing up long enough to flash a grin. "Wouldn't want you cheating the big man upstairs, now would we?"
Jin makes a face. "First of all, ew. And second of all, Lent just started. I'm already over halfway done!"
"Not the point." Yamapi rubs at a questionable spot with his pink latex gloves, gives Jin an odd look, and finally turns off the light. He gives Jin a thumbs-up and adds, "Keep up the good work."
"Nice to see you, too," Jin says pointedly. "Good luck on your Asia tour. Asshole."
"What's this I hear about you and Shige?" Yamapi replies as he returns Jin's bed to its previously half-assed made state and flops onto it. "I thought you two didn't even like each other."
"Good news travels fast," Jin mutters. "What exactly did Ryo tell you?"
"That you took him to the playground," Yamapi says, and Jin cringes. "And it wasn't Ryo. I just ran into Jaejoong this morning. He'd heard it from Kusano. I swear that dude knows everything."
"I guess so," Jin says with shifty eyes.
"I know that's your spot," Yamapi accuses him. "And not just because we're best friends."
"What do you mean, my spot?" Jin asks. "And can you stop bringing that up? It's been like ten years. You're as bad as Kame."
"Except that you're not still fucking me," Yamapi points out with a smirk. "You know, your spot. I know your game, Jin. If you're just trying to get laid, you take a girl - or a guy, as it is - to the mall and buy them nice shit or get them drunk at the Lex. If you really like someone, you take them to your special place."
Jin thinks about that playground and how comfortable he had felt even in an awkward situation. "I guess you're right. But you do the same thing!"
"I never said I didn't." Yamapi grins. "Everyone knows my special place is the sea."'
Jin frowns as he realizes what this means. "I can't even remember the last time I took someone to that playground as... potential more than friends."
"I can," Yamapi says. "Because it was me."
"Oh, right." Jin hugs his knees to his chest as he looks at his best friend's face, smiling fondly when it's void of any hurt. Nothing but good times with them. "I guess that means I really do like him, huh?"
Suddenly Yamapi's face turns stern, and Jin knows instantly that he's about to get a Leader lecture. He remembers seeing this same expression after he snubbed Tegoshi at the club.
"Shige is one of my precious members, and I won't stand for you hurting him," Yamapi says seriously, and Jin cowers a little. "You need to tell him about the vow right away. He may think it's a little weird, because it is, but I'm sure he'll respect you for it. For probably the first time."
"Hey," Jin replies in offense, then figures that Yamapi is probably right. "That's not exactly first date material, though. Wouldn't it be better just to wait it out? Shige doesn't seem like the type of guy to want to hop in bed right away, anyway."
"Yeah, but it's not just about that, right?" Yamapi gives him a knowing look. "I mean, one or two dates without a goodnight kiss is gentlemanly, but by the third, he'll definitely think something is up. I mean, it may be Shige, but he's no virgin."
Jin narrows his eyes. "And you know that how?"
Yamapi's grin returns. "Oh yeah, you've got it bad. Go ask him out - properly - and tell him about the vow."
"Okay, okay," Jin reluctantly agrees. "But I'll tell him about the vow on our date. The atmosphere will be better."
"At least ask him out now," Yamapi says. "NEWS has a meeting in an hour. It's the perfect time."
"Right now?" Jin glances at the clock, like the time makes any difference. "I don't know, I'm not-"
"Honestly, Jin," Yamapi cuts him off. Jin barely has enough time to grab his phone before Yamapi drags him out of their apartment and into his car. "You would never not get laid if it wasn't for me."
Jin's too nervous to try and make sense out of that, and that's when he knows that this is real.
*
“Shige!” Jin calls out as he sees Shige walk out into the hallway, and he jogs up to him. Shige is blushing, and in the next moment they’re both blurting, “About last night...,” and laughing nervously.
“You first,” Shige says graciously.
“I... uh. I had a great time last night. I was wondering if you... wanted to do it again. I mean. Not do it. Go out again. On a date.”
“A... what?” Shige’s mouth can’t seem to stay closed. “You want a date?”
“Yeah. I mean, if that’s okay? I know maybe this is a little sudden and I certainly never expected to think of you as... more than a friend. I mean, you’re great, I don’t mean that I shouldn’t have...” Shige is staring at him dubiously. “I should just... stop shoving my foot in my mouth, right? Heh... What I mean to say is that I might kind of like you. So, I’d like to see you more. If that’s all right.”
He wishes Shige would stop gaping at him like that.
“Great! Yeah, sure. I’d... love to.”
Then they’re both smiling shyly and going their respective ways and damned if Jin doesn’t have an extra spring in his step. He’d thought that was just for crappy 50s romance films. They might have been on to something.
*
“Sooo, this time he might give you a man-hug?”
“Don’t be a bitch, Koyama.” Everyone thinks Koyama’s all nice-guy, but Shige knows better.
“Still though... Akanishi Jin and Kato Shigeaki. I’m not sure if the world can handle this sort of upset. Think of all the disappointed people in the world.”
“Koyama,” Shige growls. “You’re my best friend and all, but if you don’t shut up, I’m going to see if you can fit my fist in your mouth.”
Koyama giggles. “I’m just teasing, Shige. I’m glad this is working out for you. If you think Jin is nice, he must be. I like him.”
“You like everyone.”
Koyama just shrugs, smiling. “So what’re you going to wear?”
“I’m not a girl!” Shige shouts, but ten minutes later they’re elbow-deep in Shige’s closet anyway.
*
Day Seventeen
Ryo pauses with the bagel halfway in his mouth. "You're betting on him?"
"Yes, dude, and it's getting crazy," Kusano tells him excitedly, hopping up onto the counter and fist-pounding with Yasu as he adjusts the feathers on his costume. "The money is pouring in now that Shige's in the picture, and-"
"Hold on, stop right there." Ryo swallows his mouthful and fixes his ex-bandmate with a suspicious look. "Does Jin know about this?"
"Oh, no," Kusano replies, wide-eyed and shaking his head. "That wouldn't be nearly as fun, and we all know how easily bribed he is. He could tip the scales and-"
"He's actually serious about this," Ryo interrupts. "This is Jin's battle of willpower against his dick. You don't get between a man and his dick, Hiro."
"Ryo-chan is taking this to heart," Yasu comments. "It's not like he's quit drinking or something heavy. It's perfectly acceptable to bet on things like this. How much longer does he have?"
"Just passed the halfway point," Kusano answers happily. "Today is day seventeen. And he's scheduled to have another date with Shige tomorrow."
"An actual date?" Ryo gapes. "Tell me you're just reading into this and they're really hanging out as friends again."
Kusano gives him a strange look. "No, it's a legit date. Koyama told me."
"Koyama knows about the bet?!" Ryo exclaims.
"Oh god no!" Kusano rushes to reply. "Are you kidding? He would totally team up with Shige and rob us all. Out of everyone, I think Shige has the highest advantage of getting Jin to break. Koyama said Shige said Jin was all giddy about asking him out, like a teenage girl. Which will probably set the tone for their entire relationship."
Ryo folds his arms, which would look a lot more intimidating if he wasn't wearing feathers. "You honestly think the gossip whore of Johnny's isn't going to find out about this on his own?"
"We take secrecy very seriously," Kusano tells him. "I didn't even tell Jae about the bet because he runs and tells Pi everything. Pi's still pissed about me and his sister."
"Put me down for tomorrow," Yasu says as he reaches for his wallet.
"Day after tomorrow," Yoko and Hina say together, thrusting their bills towards Kusano. "Everyone knows sexy times happen after midnight," Hina adds.
"Day twenty-one," Subaru randomly calls from across the room.
Ohkura slams down a half-eaten meat bun. "Day thirty!"
Ryo and Kusano stare at him.
"I'll have real money later," Ohkura assures them. "Trust me. Ryo knows I'm good for it."
"He is," Ryo says to Kusano. "I know where he sleeps."
Kusano jots down notes on his phone, scoops up the money, and politely refuses the edible placeholder. "You know, Jin should really be the one to tell him," he says as he boxes up the remaining bagels to take to the other groups. "Shige could get the complete wrong idea if he finds out from someone else."
Ryo doesn't get to Jin fast enough.
*
Part 2
Pairing: Jin/everyone, mainly Jin/Shige and past Akame
Rating: NC-17
Words: 12,950
Summary: *Repost* When Jin decides to give up sex for a month, he doesn't count on falling in love.
Warning: gay sex, het sex, copy machine abuse, and a whole lot of secondhand embarrassment (Jin's "hard" life)
Notes: JE remake of 40 Days and 40 Nights. Collab with ryogrande and MAN did we have fun. <3 Written for reel_johnny.
*
"I hate you so fucking much."
Jin moans, arching his back as Kame lazily rolls his hips, pushing in and out of him entirely too slowly for Jin's taste.
"I hate you, too," he says affectionately. "Now move."
This time Kame moans, as piercing and annoyingly arousing as ever as he digs his fingers into Jin's ass and pounds into him. Jin tosses his head back, effectively banging it against the headboard, but that just serves to distort his reality even more.
They always did like it a little rough. Jin's bed bounces with Kame's force, a rhythmic thumping on the wall that Jin's roommate and possibly the entire building had to hear, along with the guttural scream that tears from Jin's lungs when Kame wraps his fingers around Jin's cock and pulls him off as fast as he can.
Sex is messy with Kame, because it's never premeditated and 'lube' is whatever's within reach that serves the purpose. Condoms are optional depending on if Kame has any, because Jin would rather save his for his bed partners who can actually get pregnant.
When it's over, Kame flops down next to him and Jin shoves him over, sending him flying off the bed. Naturally, Kame clutches onto the covers and pulls them down with him. This includes Jin, who lands unceremoniously on top of Kame's small frame and makes a face at the close proximity.
The expression is mimicked. "Get off me, fatass," Kame growls, and they wrestle around the floor in an attempt to detangle themselves from the covers.
Something is frying in the kitchen when the door to Jin's room flies open, hard enough to slam against the wall as Kame struts out with his shirt flung over his shoulder and his pants in the process of being fastened.
"'Sup," he greets Jin's roommate, who acknowledges him with his usual blank expression as Kame nods and lets himself out.
Jin drapes himself in the doorway to his bedroom, covers pulled up around his waist in some semblance of modesty. "Are you making enough for me, too?" is all he asks.
Yamapi just shakes his head as he turns back to the stove.
*
He'd always known that Kuroki Meisa would be a firecracker in bed.
They never cared much about each other before, usually snubbing the other like they were competitors on the charts, but Yamapi was 'on again' with her best friend and Meisa didn't trust either of them.
It took Jin visibly shivering when she bitched out some creeper who tried to grab her ass at the club for her to look at Jin differently. He's not usually one for being submissive, but it was hot. Meisa herself was hot.
She's hot now, her breasts bouncing as she rocks back and forth on his cock. Her hair cascades down her bare back and her vocals are much better than her studio recordings, her hands smushing Jin's face as she rides. All he can do is hold on, bite his lip not to say anything too demeaning, and try to stay hard.
She's hot, but he's completely uninterested.
"Come with me," Meisa demands, breathlessly.
"Now?" Jin replies, panicking as he feels her tighten around him.
Meisa throws her head back and wails. "Now!"
Jin can't do anything but stare at her with wide eyes as she falls apart on top of him, then cowers under her narrowed glare.
He's always worked best under pressure, but he's never quite had to improvise like this before. It's one of his better performances, in his opinion, the right mixture of moaning and shaking even if it's just out of relief that he doesn't have to try to keep it up anymore.
When it's over, he's rather pleased with himself, but Meisa doesn't look impressed.
"What the fuck was that."
Jin puts on his best honest face. "An orgasm?"
Meisa rolls her eyes. "You are such a bad liar."
Across the apartment, it's clear that Yamapi and Maki are still going strong.
"You're kind of pathetic," Meisa tells Jin as the gets dressed. "Do you even like me?"
"Not really," Jin replies.
"Yeah, I don't like you either." Meisa plops down on the end of his bed and lights a cigarette. "I thought you would at the very least be a good lay, though."
Jin can't even bring himself to be offended. "It's like sex is meaningless to me now."
"Sucks to be you," Meisa says. "I got mine. I'm going to go watch TV in your living room until Maki-chan is done. Please don't join me."
With that, she sways out of the room.
His only regret is that he should have drunk more.
*
"What the fuck do I care about your sex problems?" Ryo asks around a mouthful of food. "Other than that I have to listen to you whine about them."
"Pi told me to go see a shrink," Jin replies as he picks at his own bowl. "I thought you might be marginally more helpful."
Ryo eyes his friend's untouched dinner. "Oh my god, this is serious. It's affecting your appetite!"
"I don't even care anymore, Ryo," Jin goes on, pausing to take a wistful breath. "It could be anyone and I'll fuck them. I'd probably fuck you."
Ryo makes a face. "As exciting as that sounds, I'm going to have to pass."
"I don't blame you," Jin says. "I wouldn't fuck me right now either."
"Oh, snap out of it," Ryo tells him, kicking him under the table. Jin winces and Ryo shoves another bite in his mouth. "You're depressing me. Go to Italy or hibernate for a month or something until you get over this shit. Not that you need a break, but lazing around and moping isn't doing you any good."
"I can't just up and leave, Ryo-chan," Jin argues. "I'm releasing my first single next week. Then I have to get ready for my summer tour."
"Forgive me for having absolutely no sympathy for you," Ryo says flatly. "Ordinarily I would tell you to go get laid, but since that seems to be the problem here, I'll tell you to focus on your music instead. It makes you happy, right? If sex doesn't make you happy anymore, don't have it. It's that fucking simple."
Jin stares at him like the younger idol is a holy vision. "You're right."
"Of course I'm right." Ryo stuffs his face some more. "I'm awesome."
"Sex brings nothing but problems," Jin thinks out loud. "I should just stop it completely. Cut it off at the source."
"Atta boy," Ryo tells him. "You hungry yet?"
Jin eyes his dinner and actually feels his mouth watering. "As a horse."
*
False Start
Jin wakes up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy. He showers, gets dressed, and picks up a latte and a scone on the way to work. Big tits and nice asses pass him by without notice as he concentrates on his music, his collaboration, and his upcoming promotions.
Already it's easier to breathe.
Until he reaches the front doors of the Jimusho, one of which smacks him in the face and knocks him on his ass as he approaches.
"Akanishi-senpai!" a familiar voice exclaims, and Jin manages to focus on wild hair and dark skin.
"Fujigaya-kun?" Jin questions, and the wild hair nods rapidly. "Is my nose bleeding?"
The very concerned junior (for another few months, anyway) kneels down and hovers over Jin as he leans right in his face. "I don't think so. Oh my god, I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going and-"
"It's fine," Jin says gruffly, rubbing his nose as he looks at his long-time backdancer. "Congratulations on your debut."
Fujigaya's face splits into a grin. "Thanks! Congratulations on yours, too."
Jin starts to smile, but it hurts a little. Fujigaya sees him wince and echoes the movement, flailing his hands helplessly.
"Is there anything I can do to make it better?" he asks, then blushes at the innuendo and bites his lip. "Anything?"
An hour and a half later, Jin emerges from the backseat of Koki's Benz, feeling like crap with messed-up hair and a limp. He would kick himself for not even lasting until noon, but it might hurt more.
It's time for drastic measures.
*
Day Two
"So I've decided to give up sex," Jin says over munchies at three AM.
Yamapi blinks blearily at him as he crunches. "Okay."
"Completely, like all of it," Jin goes on. "It's the orgasm that's making me so miserable, you know? It's like so much build up, and then nothing. Really a big waste of time, if you ask me."
"How much have you had to drink?" Yamapi asks carefully.
"Five Red Bulls," Jin answers. "No actual liquor, if that's what you're thinking. I don't blame you - I'd think I was crazy, too. But I'm onto something here, Pi. I'm on a quest to take back control of my life. For too long I've been yanked around on a chain by my dick. Now I can see more clearly than I have in years."
Yamapi crunches again. "How long has it been?"
"Two days," Jin says quickly. "Although I technically haven't been to sleep yet. But! Usually I jerk off at least twice a day, so this is totally progress. I feel great! I should have no problem going for thirty days."
The crunching ceases. "Thirty days! Your dick will explode if you don't come for that long."
"That's bullshit," Jin replies. "The Catholics have the celebration of Lent, where they honor the tribulations of their lord by giving up something dear to them for forty days and forty nights-"
"I am familiar with Lent," Yamapi cuts him off. "And they usually give up something easy like chocolate. Not orgasms."
"It's not just orgasms," Jin points out. "Anything that can lead to an orgasm and fuck me up just the same. Touching, kissing, even pornographic material. I put parental controls on my laptop this morning."
"You're serious," Yamapi says slowly, a chip falling out of his mouth unnoticed. "You actually think you can last a whole month without even jerking off?"
Jin shrugs. "I'll be busy. And you won't even be around, so what the fuck do you care?"
"You're right." Yamapi grabs the bag out of Jin's hands. "I'll miss witnessing your fail."
"Not this time," Jin declares. "I'm going to go all the way, Pi-"
"Interesting choice of words," Yamapi interjects.
"- and after thirty days, I probably won't even want to have sex." Jin grins up at the ceiling. "I'll be a changed man."
Yamapi just sits there, gaping at him, and Jin leaves him to it. It's late and staying up just isn't as much fun if they're not perving over hot girls or watching porn.
Besides, tomorrow's a brand new day.
*
Day Five
"Wait, what?" Koki asks, his eyes blinking rapidly in surprise.
Kusano smirks. "I said Jin gave up sex for a month."
"Bullshit," Ueda calls without looking up from his book.
A piece of bagel falls right out of Kame's mouth. "Jin? Give up sex? That's like giving up air for him."
"You would know," Nakamaru mutters as he reaches for the box of breakfast items Kusano had generously brought them.
Kame rolls his eyes. "Like you wouldn't."
Nakamaru ignores him and chews thoughtfully.
"I fucking told you," Koki says to Ueda. "Now pay up."
Ueda gives Nakamaru a disappointed look as he forks over a wad of money to the rapper.
"How long has it been?" Taguchi asks Kusano from behind his handheld game.
"Five days," Kusano answers with a wicked smirk. "Pi said he threw out the lube and everything. He's serious."
"Five thousand yen says he doesn't make it two weeks," Koki declares, and Ueda reaches for his wallet again.
"I don't see what the big deal is," Nakamaru speaks up, conveniently avoiding Ueda's eye. "I go a month without sex all the time."
"Yeah, but you spank it, right?" Kame points out, his grin widening when Nakamaru flushes in affirmation.
Koki looks up from the spreadsheet he's creating on his phone. "Wait, no jerking off? Fuck that, I give him until tomorrow."
Casually, Taguchi throws down his cash.
"How many days?" Kusano asks while Ueda grabs a basket for their pool.
"Days?" Taguchi scoffs. "Bitch, please. Watch this"
The rest of them stare as he swings his long legs out of his chair and strides down the corridor to where Jin is getting frustrated with the copy machine.
"Don't you hot-shot solo artists have people to do that for you?" Taguchi asks airily, leaning with his back to the collator tray.
"Fuck you," Jin grumbles.
"You'd like to," Taguchi replies, sliding closer until his arm touches Jin's. In return, Jin punches one of the buttons. "Be careful, Akanishi. You wouldn't want it to jam."
As he emphasizes the word, he pushes back against the machine. Pointedly.
Jin cuts his eyes over to his ex-bandmate. "What are you doing?"
His shiver is visible as Taguchi runs his fingers up the inside of Jin's arm. "Can't I just have a friendly chat with a former member?"
"No," Jin answers. "Unless you know how to make this fucking thing zoom, there's nothing I want from you."
"Oh, I can make it zoom all right," Taguchi says saucily, spinning around to press against Jin's back and slide his hands down Jin's arms. "I bet it's bigger already."
Back in the meeting room, Koki stares in awe while Nakamaru covers his own eyes.
"Oh, he's good," Kame says as he shoves more bagel pieces into his mouth, watching intently.
Jin's head falls back against Taguchi's shoulder, his body giving in to the embrace. Taguchi's whispering encouraging things into his ear, slowly rocking against him from behind.
Suddenly Jin turns around and shoves him away, and even Kame's eyes widen at the impressive tent in Jin's pants.
"Nice try, Taguchi," Jin says, quite haughtily for someone with a hard-on that's visible from a distance. "If I was going to break my vow for anyone, it certainly wouldn't be you."
"Suit yourself," Taguchi says carelessly as he steps up to the machine and opens the lid.
Then he unzips his pants, places his length on the glass, and presses the 'start' button.
"Did he just photocopy his dick?" Koki asks incredulously, and Nakamaru peeks in interest.
Jin just stands agape as Taguchi zips himself back up and scribbles his phone number on the paper spat out by the machine.
"No zoom necessary," he says with a wink as he flings it at Jin.
*
Day Seven
Jin makes it another two days before he shoves Yamapi out the door.
"But I live here!" Yamapi exclaims.
"Just looking at you makes me think about sex!" Jin yells back.
Yamapi smirks. "Oh, really."
Jin slams the door shut and locks it.
The smirk falls when Yamapi realizes he doesn't have his keys.
Jin relents and lets Yamapi in a few hours later, but only because he wouldn't stop pounding on the door and it was giving him a headache. One benefit of the headache is that he's not even mildly interested in sex when Yamapi shoves through the door looking mad and kind of hot. Jin just turns and shuts himself in his room, popping a couple Tylenol PM and curling around his pillow.
When he wakes up again, he decides it's time to take even more drastic measures. He thinks of the most unsexy, unoccupied person he knows and calls him. Akanishi Jin doesn't do boredom so this guy had better put out, so to speak.
"Er… not that I'm not flattered, Akanishi-kun, but why am I your new best friend?" Shige asks, voice tinny in Jin's ear, and maybe a little whiny.
That makes Jin smile. Definitely not hot. Maybe Shige will irritate him so much he won't think about the 's' word at all.
"Because I said so. Stop bitching and come over."
*
Day Eight
Shige sighs for, like, the fourteenth time since he's come over. "My idea of a good time isn't standing around doing your laundry, Akanishi. You could at least help."
“But you do it so well...”
The glare Shige gives him is kind of scary, though, coupled with the way he winds a damp towel menacingly between his hands, so he hurries to help.
They don’t really talk much, just silently fold clothes, or sit on the couch reading magazines while they wait, and Jin’s a little surprised to see that Shige reads crappy mags just like everyone else. More surprising is that Jin decides he really likes it -- the calm, the way Shige doesn’t seem to expect anything of him. When Shige leaves that afternoon, a shy smile in place, Jin feels at ease for the first time since he took the vow.
That calm feeling evaporates the next day, though, when Jin’s single is officially released, and he’s got his work cut out for him. Shige sends him a mail late in the day with a picture of a lady with an angry face clearly dictating to her husband just how laundry should be hung, waving a hanger imperiously, followed by ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ. People give him nervous looks when he starts laughing loudly, but he feels so much lighter. He mails Shige back and tells him he’d better not make any plans for Monday.
What if I already have plans? Shige texts back and Jin snorts.
Do you?
It’s a few minutes before Shige replies, and Jin can practically hear the sulk in it. ...no. He smirks and figures there’s nothing really left to say.
*
“Shige... why is Jin texting you?”
“What?” Shige shrieks, diving for his phone and yanking it from Koyama’s hands. “What are you doing in my phone?”
Koyama blushes. “I just wanted to play Littlest Pet Shop, but I couldn’t figure out which one was apps, and then I forgot I wasn’t supposed to touch the screen for no reason, and then I got lost! Anyway,” he adds defensively, “why is Jin texting you?”
They stare at each other, red-faced, for a good minute before Shige sighs and flops onto his couch, leaning his head back and covering his eyes with his arm. “Because. I don’t know. I hung out with him the other day, and I didn’t have too dreadful a time.”
“Why is Jin texting you about a date?”
“What?” Shige’s head snaps up, and he reflexively checks his phone before realizing Koyama is laughing at him. “He’s not texting me about a date.”
“No, he’s just telling you not to make plans on Monday. Sounds like a date to me.”
Shige frowns at him a moment. “If... I open Littlest Pet Shop and give you my phone, will you shut the hell up?”
Koyama grins. “Yep!”
“You’re so easy,” Shige tells him affectionately and touches the screen.
*
Day Fourteen
"Doesn't this go against your whole nun thing?"
Jin frowns in confusion at the all-too-familiar look on his friend's face. "What are you talking about? I just told you I'm hanging out with Shige tomorrow."
Ryo's grin gets bigger."He's 'Shige' now, huh?"
"Yes?" Jin replies uncertainly. "Haven't you and Pi been on my case for years to get along with him? We're getting along! Be happy!"
"Hey, I'm not hating on your game, man," Ryo says, putting up his hands in mock defense. "Your taste is a bit questionable, but to each their own. I just thought you were serious about the nun thing."
"I am!" Jin exclaims. "The whole point of the nun thing - and stop calling it that - is to not have sex, remember? That has nothing to do with Shige."
"Doesn't it?" Ryo challenges, and Jin's face becomes even more blank. "Granted, he probably wouldn't put out for a month anyway, so this was actually a smart move. But I doubt you actually planned it that way."
"What?" Jin inquires, shaking his head. "I'm not interested in Shige! I picked him because he's the last person on earth whom I'd want to sleep with."
Ryo makes this humming noise, like he doesn't believe Jin for a minute, and Jin's about to kick him under the table when Ryo just sighs and returns to his lunch.
"Do you like hanging out with him?"
Jin narrows his eyes. "I just told you-"
"It's a valid question, Jin. I'd hate to think that you were bored out of your mind the whole time you're together."
Ryo's expression shows the exact opposite, but thankfully Jin can't give him the satisfaction of being right. "I thought that at first, too, but he's surprisingly a good conversationalist." He smirks. "It helps that we have a common ground when it comes to talking shit on you."
"I'm flattered." Ryo smiles wide, showing all of his teeth. "Just don't call out my name during sex."
"I'm not going to sleep with him!" Jin yells, earning the attention of a pair of blue-haired old ladies who both clutch at their hearts. He lowers his voice. "I'm not even attracted to him, asshole. Nothing about him is cute."
Ryo hums again. "But now you're going to think about it."
Later that night Jin curses his name, because dammit, now he is thinking about it, and what he thinks is that without the complications of sex to skew his judgment, Shige's not so bad.
*
Day Fifteen
Shige looks a little nonplussed as he stares at the sprawling playground just outside of Tokyo, and Jin watches him nervously, then realizes what he’s doing and frowns at himself.
“So, this is my favorite place in Tokyo.”
When Shige’s lip curls up into the tiniest smirk, Jin can’t for the life of him figure out why he had never thought Shige was sexy before. He kind of expects Shige to follow it up with some smart-ass remark, though, and can’t decide whether he wants to hear it or not, but Shige surprises him.
“Okay. Where do we start?” he asks, and there’s not a trace of sarcasm in his voice.
Jin’s heart gives a hard thump and he grins crookedly before pointing at the slides.
Jin learns that maybe Shige’s not as straight-laced and overbearing as he seems, blushing furiously as he gets stuck on the slides he’s much too tall for, but that doesn’t stop him from going again and again. That he’s not afraid of looking dumb, embraces it even, mocking himself as mercilessly as he does Jin, but not unkindly. That he’s kind of actually really funny, and Jin realizes with a bit of a shock as Shige flies right off the swing, landing in a jumbled pile and laughing at himself, that, dammit Ryo, he might actually be interested in Shige.
The sun is just beginning to set, and Shige’s lazily pushing at the merry-go-round with one hand, slow enough that Jin doesn’t have to hang on, just wraps his arms around his knees and hugs them to his chest, swaying a bit with every push.
“I’m hungry,” Jin whines.
“Mm.”
“Really hungry,” he repeats a moment later, and Shige laughs.
“You’re such a baby. What do you want for dinner?”
Jin shrugs.
“You could...” Shige pauses a moment, misses a spin, and Jin starts slowing. “I could make you dinner, if you want, nothing fancy but I guess you wouldn’t starve.” His cheeks are deep pink like the sky behind him, and Jin’s eyes follow him through every rotation until he comes to a complete stop.
“Yeah, okay, I guess.”
Shige’s apartment is way messier than Jin had anticipated, and it’s oddly comforting to find that there are magazines spilling off the coffee table and undone dishes in the sink.
“Sorry about the mess,” Shige mutters, pushing some dishes into the sink self-consciously and moving to his fridge to open it and stick his head in. “I could make... hmm... stir fry?”
“Sure.”
Shige moves around his kitchen clumsily and Jin experiences a moment of trouble when the man bends down to retrieve something from a bottom cabinet. Quickly, Jin steps awkwardly over to Shige’s DVD collection, running his fingers over the spines and not really reading them as he tries to get his suddenly rabid libido under control. It’s just Shige. Shige bent over in the kitchen. No. Just Shige. People would laugh themselves silly if they knew he was getting a hard-on over Shige being domestic. He has a nice ass, he tells himself defensively, and forces himself to focus on the titles.
“Want to watch a movie?” he calls out.
“Yeah that’s fine. It’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
Jin finally just picks a movie at random and mechanically pulls it out of its case, crouching in front of Shige’s system and puzzling out the location of the eject button, glad for an easy distraction. Once he’s got it slotted in, he flops down onto the couch and hunts for the remote. He clicks through the previews, on number five when Shige brings out two plates and beers, balancing them somehow. Jin’s actually sort of impressed.
“What’re we watching?” Shige asks, dropping next to him and cracking open his drink.
Jin’s just about to admit that he’s not sure when “XXX” flashes across the screen in huge font and he chokes on his own saliva. “What is this?” he hisses and Shige gives him a weird look as he whacks him on the back a couple times.
“You picked it.” When Jin just gives him a desperate sort of look, Shige sighs. “Vin Diesel movie.”
“Oh. Okay.” Jin feels like an idiot.
“Did you turn the subtitles on?”
“What? No, you don’t need subtitles. It’s a Vin Diesel film. You don’t need words to understand it.”
“You’re only saying that because you already understand it.” Shige grabs for the remote and they wrestle for a minute before Jin gives an extra hard tug, laughing, and ends up with a lapful of Shige. At which point he lets go of the remote like it’s burning him and grabs for his plate to hold it in his lap as Shige sits up and laughs triumphantly, seemingly ignorant of Jin’s discomfort. Shige is blushing, but that could easily be interpreted as the flush of exertion. Then Jin flushes as he thinks about Shige ‘exerting’ himself and shovels the stir fry into his mouth, eyes riveted to the television.
He makes it to a fairly racy scene before he remembers his conundrum. Vin Diesel arrives at his hotel room to see a scantily-clad girl dancing on his bedposts to what Jin would refer to as a "bow chicka bow wow" song, and Jin pauses with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth.
Next to him, Shige watches intently, like it's some kind of fascinating historical documentary instead of what it actually is. Jin finds himself immensely jealous of Shige's maturity while pushing away thoughts of getting him to loosen up a bit.
An hour and a half later, Shige is grimacing at the credits. “I think that it might have been better without the subs after all.”
“I told you so,” Jin replies with a snicker and watches Shige as he rolls his eyes and stands to grab their plates and toss them in the sink. It’s quiet, the apartment is kind of dark, and they’re alone. Jin gulps and stands, takes a step back. “So... I guess I should get going.”
“Ah,” Shige says, and Jin knows he’s imagining the disappointment in the single word, in Shige’s eyes as they lock with his. “Let me walk you out.”
“I had a nice time today,” he continues as they take the stairs. “I... never really expected that you were like that.”
“Like what?” Jin asks.
“I don’t know...” Shige waves his hand about vaguely. “Kind. Not child-like... I already knew that part,” he adds with a smirk that only widens when Jin punches him in the arm. “Well,” he says, facing Jin in the doorway. “I’d... I’d like to do it again sometime. I mean. If you want.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, biting his lower lip in an impossibly sexy manner, and Jin finds himself leaning forward.
“I’d like that,” he breathes, and then he realizes that Shige is leaning in too. He jumps back and holds his fist up, waits until Shige confusedly mimics him, and bumps their fists together. “Er... I’ll call you!” he says, walking backward until he trips inelegantly over a crack in the sidewalk and turns around, shoves his hands in his pockets and curses.
*
“What, like... bro-knucks?” Koyama asks incredulously.
“No... more like... a fist bump,” Shige replies. “Oh god, seriously. I can’t believe I did that. I probably freaked him out. I don’t even know what came over me! I swear he was making eyes at me all day and... I don’t know. Kill me now, please. He’s probably going to tell Yamapi and they’re going to laugh at me forever.” He drops his face into his hands and feels the couch dip next to him and Koyama’s hand patting him on the back while he sips his latte.
“There there, Shige. It won’t be quite that long. Leader has a short attention span, you know.”
“Not helping, Kei,” is Shige’s muffled response.
*
Day Sixteen
Jin jumps out of his skin when his bedroom door is flung open the next morning to reveal his roommate with a black light.
"Jesus fuck, Pi, you scared the shit out of me," Jin gasps, clutching at his heart. "Aren't you supposed to be in Taiwan or something?"
"I had a break," Yamapi says as he crawls onto Jin's bed and pulls back the sheets, casually like he does it every day. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
Jin sighs. "Of course. I'd be even happier if you weren't in my bed."
Truthfully, Jin doesn't mean that in a sexual way. Since his not-date with Shige, all he could think about is having a real date with him. Except that is the absolute opposite of what he needs to be focusing on right now. Maybe Ryo is right, and Shige would appreciate going slow? But if Shige tried anything, anything at all, Jin knows he wouldn't be able to stop himself.
He may just genuinely like the bastard.
"What are you even doing?" Jin asks, distracting himself with Yamapi's completely unprecedented scanning of his bed.
"Checking for emissions," Yamapi replies, glancing up long enough to flash a grin. "Wouldn't want you cheating the big man upstairs, now would we?"
Jin makes a face. "First of all, ew. And second of all, Lent just started. I'm already over halfway done!"
"Not the point." Yamapi rubs at a questionable spot with his pink latex gloves, gives Jin an odd look, and finally turns off the light. He gives Jin a thumbs-up and adds, "Keep up the good work."
"Nice to see you, too," Jin says pointedly. "Good luck on your Asia tour. Asshole."
"What's this I hear about you and Shige?" Yamapi replies as he returns Jin's bed to its previously half-assed made state and flops onto it. "I thought you two didn't even like each other."
"Good news travels fast," Jin mutters. "What exactly did Ryo tell you?"
"That you took him to the playground," Yamapi says, and Jin cringes. "And it wasn't Ryo. I just ran into Jaejoong this morning. He'd heard it from Kusano. I swear that dude knows everything."
"I guess so," Jin says with shifty eyes.
"I know that's your spot," Yamapi accuses him. "And not just because we're best friends."
"What do you mean, my spot?" Jin asks. "And can you stop bringing that up? It's been like ten years. You're as bad as Kame."
"Except that you're not still fucking me," Yamapi points out with a smirk. "You know, your spot. I know your game, Jin. If you're just trying to get laid, you take a girl - or a guy, as it is - to the mall and buy them nice shit or get them drunk at the Lex. If you really like someone, you take them to your special place."
Jin thinks about that playground and how comfortable he had felt even in an awkward situation. "I guess you're right. But you do the same thing!"
"I never said I didn't." Yamapi grins. "Everyone knows my special place is the sea."'
Jin frowns as he realizes what this means. "I can't even remember the last time I took someone to that playground as... potential more than friends."
"I can," Yamapi says. "Because it was me."
"Oh, right." Jin hugs his knees to his chest as he looks at his best friend's face, smiling fondly when it's void of any hurt. Nothing but good times with them. "I guess that means I really do like him, huh?"
Suddenly Yamapi's face turns stern, and Jin knows instantly that he's about to get a Leader lecture. He remembers seeing this same expression after he snubbed Tegoshi at the club.
"Shige is one of my precious members, and I won't stand for you hurting him," Yamapi says seriously, and Jin cowers a little. "You need to tell him about the vow right away. He may think it's a little weird, because it is, but I'm sure he'll respect you for it. For probably the first time."
"Hey," Jin replies in offense, then figures that Yamapi is probably right. "That's not exactly first date material, though. Wouldn't it be better just to wait it out? Shige doesn't seem like the type of guy to want to hop in bed right away, anyway."
"Yeah, but it's not just about that, right?" Yamapi gives him a knowing look. "I mean, one or two dates without a goodnight kiss is gentlemanly, but by the third, he'll definitely think something is up. I mean, it may be Shige, but he's no virgin."
Jin narrows his eyes. "And you know that how?"
Yamapi's grin returns. "Oh yeah, you've got it bad. Go ask him out - properly - and tell him about the vow."
"Okay, okay," Jin reluctantly agrees. "But I'll tell him about the vow on our date. The atmosphere will be better."
"At least ask him out now," Yamapi says. "NEWS has a meeting in an hour. It's the perfect time."
"Right now?" Jin glances at the clock, like the time makes any difference. "I don't know, I'm not-"
"Honestly, Jin," Yamapi cuts him off. Jin barely has enough time to grab his phone before Yamapi drags him out of their apartment and into his car. "You would never not get laid if it wasn't for me."
Jin's too nervous to try and make sense out of that, and that's when he knows that this is real.
*
“Shige!” Jin calls out as he sees Shige walk out into the hallway, and he jogs up to him. Shige is blushing, and in the next moment they’re both blurting, “About last night...,” and laughing nervously.
“You first,” Shige says graciously.
“I... uh. I had a great time last night. I was wondering if you... wanted to do it again. I mean. Not do it. Go out again. On a date.”
“A... what?” Shige’s mouth can’t seem to stay closed. “You want a date?”
“Yeah. I mean, if that’s okay? I know maybe this is a little sudden and I certainly never expected to think of you as... more than a friend. I mean, you’re great, I don’t mean that I shouldn’t have...” Shige is staring at him dubiously. “I should just... stop shoving my foot in my mouth, right? Heh... What I mean to say is that I might kind of like you. So, I’d like to see you more. If that’s all right.”
He wishes Shige would stop gaping at him like that.
“Great! Yeah, sure. I’d... love to.”
Then they’re both smiling shyly and going their respective ways and damned if Jin doesn’t have an extra spring in his step. He’d thought that was just for crappy 50s romance films. They might have been on to something.
*
“Sooo, this time he might give you a man-hug?”
“Don’t be a bitch, Koyama.” Everyone thinks Koyama’s all nice-guy, but Shige knows better.
“Still though... Akanishi Jin and Kato Shigeaki. I’m not sure if the world can handle this sort of upset. Think of all the disappointed people in the world.”
“Koyama,” Shige growls. “You’re my best friend and all, but if you don’t shut up, I’m going to see if you can fit my fist in your mouth.”
Koyama giggles. “I’m just teasing, Shige. I’m glad this is working out for you. If you think Jin is nice, he must be. I like him.”
“You like everyone.”
Koyama just shrugs, smiling. “So what’re you going to wear?”
“I’m not a girl!” Shige shouts, but ten minutes later they’re elbow-deep in Shige’s closet anyway.
*
Day Seventeen
Ryo pauses with the bagel halfway in his mouth. "You're betting on him?"
"Yes, dude, and it's getting crazy," Kusano tells him excitedly, hopping up onto the counter and fist-pounding with Yasu as he adjusts the feathers on his costume. "The money is pouring in now that Shige's in the picture, and-"
"Hold on, stop right there." Ryo swallows his mouthful and fixes his ex-bandmate with a suspicious look. "Does Jin know about this?"
"Oh, no," Kusano replies, wide-eyed and shaking his head. "That wouldn't be nearly as fun, and we all know how easily bribed he is. He could tip the scales and-"
"He's actually serious about this," Ryo interrupts. "This is Jin's battle of willpower against his dick. You don't get between a man and his dick, Hiro."
"Ryo-chan is taking this to heart," Yasu comments. "It's not like he's quit drinking or something heavy. It's perfectly acceptable to bet on things like this. How much longer does he have?"
"Just passed the halfway point," Kusano answers happily. "Today is day seventeen. And he's scheduled to have another date with Shige tomorrow."
"An actual date?" Ryo gapes. "Tell me you're just reading into this and they're really hanging out as friends again."
Kusano gives him a strange look. "No, it's a legit date. Koyama told me."
"Koyama knows about the bet?!" Ryo exclaims.
"Oh god no!" Kusano rushes to reply. "Are you kidding? He would totally team up with Shige and rob us all. Out of everyone, I think Shige has the highest advantage of getting Jin to break. Koyama said Shige said Jin was all giddy about asking him out, like a teenage girl. Which will probably set the tone for their entire relationship."
Ryo folds his arms, which would look a lot more intimidating if he wasn't wearing feathers. "You honestly think the gossip whore of Johnny's isn't going to find out about this on his own?"
"We take secrecy very seriously," Kusano tells him. "I didn't even tell Jae about the bet because he runs and tells Pi everything. Pi's still pissed about me and his sister."
"Put me down for tomorrow," Yasu says as he reaches for his wallet.
"Day after tomorrow," Yoko and Hina say together, thrusting their bills towards Kusano. "Everyone knows sexy times happen after midnight," Hina adds.
"Day twenty-one," Subaru randomly calls from across the room.
Ohkura slams down a half-eaten meat bun. "Day thirty!"
Ryo and Kusano stare at him.
"I'll have real money later," Ohkura assures them. "Trust me. Ryo knows I'm good for it."
"He is," Ryo says to Kusano. "I know where he sleeps."
Kusano jots down notes on his phone, scoops up the money, and politely refuses the edible placeholder. "You know, Jin should really be the one to tell him," he says as he boxes up the remaining bagels to take to the other groups. "Shige could get the complete wrong idea if he finds out from someone else."
Ryo doesn't get to Jin fast enough.
*
Part 2