Not the Good Kind /// Oneshot /// Part II
Title: Not The Good Kind
Pairing: Akanishi Jin x Kazuya Kamenashi //Akame//
Genre: Romance, Angst, AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. I don't make profit with this.
Summary: He needed a place to stay and it was just for two months. But suddenly, two months can become so very long, intense and straining.
A/N: English isn't my mother tongue, but I've been living in the UK for quite a time, so I basically write and speak well. You're welcome to correct any mistakes, though. Of course.
And here we go :D
It's the second part! Again, I don't know what to say~~ I never wrote something I'd call smut, but this probably... is.
Enjoy it ♥
Continues from HERE
The third week passed by with them basically ignoring each other.
Jin pretended Kazuya had never said anything, they had never gotten that close and he had never heard anything from Kazuya’s room.
Basically, their conversations were short exchanges of greetings in the morning and in the evening, when they’d come back home.
It bothered Jin, how things developed and how he wasn’t able to take control, to stop himself from how his needs just took over.
He had dreamt of Kazuya several nights now, and each time, he had woken up with his hand down in his pants and was terrified of himself.
That memory of how Kazuya’s lips had felt on his skin just didn’t leave his mind and it was just all too easy to imagine how it would go on, how those lips would wander down his chest, further and further.
It had to stop, it just couldn’t go on like that any longer. Jin would go insane.
But, probably not over that. He could pretend it didn’t happen, could pretend it was just something that would be over soon.
He lay sprawled out on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes red and his look indifferent, while he once again listened to Kazuya having sex with someone else at the other side of the wall.
The fourth week, one month, was almost over by now and for each day of this week, Kazuya had brought different men home, spending good times with them.
Jin couldn’t actually say if they were different men each night, since he never saw them, but he assumed they were.
He couldn’t take it any longer. He dreamt of Kazuya, those sounds he heard each night mixing up with his own fantasies. In his dreams, it was him who made Kazuya moan that way and instead of alien names, that voice would cry out Jin’s.
He’d go insane.
In the other room, Kazuya laughed quietly, a soft chuckle and Jin could just imagine that it was the answer to some sensual teasing. That Kazuya fully enjoyed it and didn’t think of Jin for a single second, while he did this to him.
Jin didn’t even bother to shut his ears anymore, to try shutting the sounds and noises out from his senses.
He just lay there, listened and closed his eyes after a while, giving in to the way his body reacting to it. His hand reached down, he took a deep breath, before he touched himself, imagining Kazuya was right there and every single pleasant sound applied only for Jin.
Later, when it had gone silent in the other room and all Jin could hear was his own rattling breath, he still stared up at the ceiling, his hand sticky and wet.
He felt dirty, felt like he had to hide from the world from this day on.
But he had really needed this, it had pulled on his nerves for too long now and he felt slightly better after this.
Jin could only guess how much better he’d feel, if it had actually happened with Kazuya and not as an act of masturbation.
Groaning, he got up and quietly left his room to get to the bathroom and clean himself off. After he had washed his hands, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, but couldn’t bring up the strength to actually look at himself.
He felt ashamed.
When he came into the kitchen to get something to drink, he froze in the doorframe, staring at Kazuya.
They had lived together for one month now, but Jin had always managed to avoid Kazuya enough to never run into him, when he wasn’t dressed or wore almost nothing.
Almost nothing was the case now, as Kazuya turned to him, wearing nothing but shorts, which were riding low over his hips. His hair was messy and Jin could smell the scent of clean sweat and hot sex through the whole room.
“Hey, pretty”, Kazuya chirped cheerfully and raised the glass he had just filled with some bourbon alcohol. “Still awake?”
Jin had to pull himself together to not give him a rude answer. Something along the lines Your screams and moans would wake anyone. Instead, he shrugged a shoulder.
Kazuya was slim, just as he had estimated it, when they had met first, when Kazuya had opened the door and had radiated that perfect aura.
Which actually didn’t exist, as Jin had had to find just shortly later.
Kazuya closed the fridge and took his glass, before he handed Jin a bottle of water. “Or shall I make you some tea?”
Jin frowned at him and shook his head. “I guess you’re busy”, he answered. “I just wanted some water.”
Smiling, Kazuya came closer and gave Jin an interested look. “Did you think of me?”
Again, Jin just frowned at him, not understanding what exactly Kazuya wanted to say. “When?”
Kazuya leaned closer, brought his lips next to Jin’s ear. “When you jerked off.”
Jin gasped and the water he just filled into a glass spilled over the edge and sprinkled the floor.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind helping you out, when you’re in need”, Kazuya just continued. “You don’t have to do something like that on your own, as long as you live here.”
“What the...”, Jin tried to find his voice.
Kazuya grinned. “Actually, I’d be very glad to help.”
Jin took a step back, gave Kazuya a terrified look, as he tried to take up the spilled water with a cloth. “I don’t need any help from you.”
Kazuya pouted his lips and made a thinking face for a moment, then he turned and strolled over to the door. “Fine. Are you coming, too?”
Jin looked up, saw Kazuya leaning against the door frame and watching him. “What?”
“It’s not too late to join in.”
Disgusted, Jin put the cloth away and just took the bottle instead of the glass. “No, I’m not coming”, he answered.
Kazuya looked after him, as Jin disappeared into his room, shutting the door with a loud bang.
“What a pity”, he just sighed and swallowed the rest of his drink, before he went back to his own bed room.
“Be honest”, Jin said the next day, as he sat over lunch with Ryo. “Did you sleep with him?”
Ryo gave him a surprised look. “What?”
“Kazuya.”
“With Kame?” Ryo laughed. “No way.”
“But he tried to get into your pants, didn’t he?” Jin took another spoon of the pudding he had as dessert.
“Well...” Ryo shrugged. “That’s just him. He tries his chances on everyone.”
“He’s disgusting.”
Ryo just rolled his eyes.
“No, really”, Jin continued. “He brings a different man each night.”
“Really?”
Nodding, Jin shoved his plate away. “That’s not normal, it’s really not.”
“It’s not, indeed”, Ro agreed.
“I’m going nuts listening to him having sex. I won’t survive another night.”
Ryo chuckled.
Jin pouted at him. “No, seriously. And then, he keeps on asking me such perverted things.”
“Perverted things?”
“Like...” Jin lowered his voice. “To join them. That he wouldn’t mind helping me out, if you know what I mean...”
“I guess I get it.” Ryo grinned. “Sounds like he fancies you.”
Jin groaned. “What did you get me into?”
“He’s a good guy”, Ryo said.
“He may is, but he really has a problem.”
“Sounds like he was frustrated”, Ryo commented.
Jin frowned at him, as he got up and took his bag.
“You know”, Ryo explained and took their plates. “When you’re frustrated, you’d try to kill it that way.”
Jin snorted. “I don’t think that guy has any reason to be sexually frustrated.”
Ryo kept silent as he put the plates to the wash up area. “Only, if there’s someone who’s rejecting him.”
“What?”
“Haven’t you ever been completely horny for someone and that someone just repeatedly said No to every attempt you made?” Ryo shrugged. “In that case, one would be really frustrated.”
Jin stopped and just stared at Ryo’s back, his look more than puzzled.
“I think he’s trying to release some sexual frustration, because he can’t have the one he really wants.”
“You’re not serious, are you?” Jin caught up again.
Ryo gave him a grin. “It’s a possibility.”
It still was on Jin’s mind, when he came home late that evening, far after midnight.
He wondered, if his friend was right, if he had a point in what he was claiming - and, if he was, if Jin wanted to see himself in that position.
He immediately saw the foreign pair of shoes in the entrance, when he opened the door. For a moment, Jin stopped, quietly closed the door behind himself and waited.
Voices came from the living room, soft laughter and cheerful talking.
Closing his eyes, for a moment, Jin just stayed, where he was, debating with himself, whether he should leave again or not.
He turned around, his hand at the door knob again, but then, Ryo’s words came to his mind again and in the next moment, Jin found himself walking through the door to the living room.
“Good Evening”, he greeted them cheerfully.
The unbelieving stare Kazuya gave him for that probably made up for all the suffering Jin had gone through the past month. He sat on the couch, leaned back against the cushions, his shirt undone, belt opened and the man leaning over him had his hand in Kazuya’s pants.
Jin couldn’t stand the sight.
“How about I join you guys?”
Kazuya’s look got just even more puzzled, but he snapped out of it, when his lover pulled his hand back and gave him an angry look.
“Who’s that guy?” He closed his own shirt. “The jealous boyfriend walking in? Great...”
Jin got over to them and grabbed the man’s arm. “I guess it’s time for you to leave now”, he said, deciding not to clear up that he wasn’t Kazuya’s boyfriend and pulled him up.
“Jin”, Kazuya warned him. “Don’t you dare.”
Jin raised a brow at him, waiting for the real threat, but as it didn’t come, he just dragged the man with him.
“Jin!” Kazuya got up and followed them.
“It was nice to meet you”, Jin said and threw the man’s shoes out of the door. “Please don’t ever show your face here again.”
With a slight push, Jin helped him out of the flat and closed the door, turning to Kazuya, who still just stared at him speechlessly.
“Slut”, Jin just commented, before he walked past Kazuya.
He had almost reached his room, when Kazuya caught up on him and gripped Jin’s writs, spinning him around.
Jin had expected him to be angry; instead a whimsical smile was drawn in his face.
“Seriously, you’re not normal”, Jin just mumbled, trying to get away.
Kazuya raised a brow. “Because I have sex?”
Jin pulled his hand from Kazuya’s grip. “Why did you even let me move in?” Jin hadn’t actually wanted to ask this, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he just couldn’t understand why Kazuya didn’t see what he did to him.
Kazuya shrugged and went over to the table, filling a glass with whiskey. “You’re pretty and quite hot; so, why not?”
It was not the answer Jin had wanted. Tired, he ran a hand over his face, still angry, however. “I just hope it’s over soon”, he murmured.
Kazuya turned to him, sipping from his drink. His shirt was still undone, his jeans unbuttoned. “It’s not that I never offered you to make your stay more enjoyable.”
Jin just shook his head and turned to open the door to his room. “I’m not going to listen to you moan and scream for any more night for sure.”
Kazuya had a small laugh for him. He turned to let Jin go, filling his glass once more. “If you weren’t such a prissy, uptight princess, you could be the one making me scream and moan, instead of just listen and jerk off to the thought of it.”
Jin’s hand at his door handle froze and he felt how something inside him snapped. He let go of the handle and was beside Kazuya in an instant, snatching the glass from him and emptying it in one go. It landed on the table with a loud thud, before Jin pushed Kazuya to the couch. He shoved Kazuya’s shirt from his shoulders, while he slid onto him, hands everywhere and his lips over Kazuya’s neck.
Kazuya gasped slightly, didn’t move first, but then, he lifted his hands and pulled Jin closer, ran his fingers through his dark brown hair.
Jin raised his head and for a moment, they stared at each other, both trying to catch their breath. Their faces were close, Jin could feel Kazuya’s breath on his lips, their lips just inches apart.
Then, he broke the eye contact and just tilted his head, ran his lips over Kazuya’s jaw, gently bit it. A sound of approval left Kazuya’s throat and he returned the favour, licking Jin’s chin, closing his teeth over it, as Jin tilted his head back in pleasure.
He couldn’t quite remembered, when it had happened, but at some point he had lost his shirt and he only noticed that, when Kazuya shoved down Jin’s jeans and a hand touched his erection through the light fabric of his boxers.
It was only in that moment that Jin actually realised what was happening; that he was about to sleep with another man, that it actually was another man who touched him right now.
This was something he had never done before, something he had no experience with. What he did right now as totally insane.
Jin lost that thought in the moment, Kazuya arched up against him and grinded their hips together. He just groaned and leaned in, running his tongue down Kazuya’s chest and his hand automatically mimicked Kazuya’s movements.
When Kazuya tried to flip them over, they almost fell off the couch and that made both of them pull back for a moment.
Jin panted, saw Kazuya was just as much out of breath, his cheeks red, lips wet and his hair messed up from Jin’s hands.
He pulled Kazuya up and they bumped together, Jin holding him against his chest. Again, for a moment, the world stopped for Jin, as he held Kazuya’s eyes with his. For just a second, they flickered to Kazuya’s lips and he actually leaned in, bringing them closer to his.
Kazuya just watched him with an intense look, his lips slightly parted, his breath calmer now. He slowly licked his lips and his tongue briefly touched Jin’s bottom lip in the process.
And Jin pulled back and turned around, taking Kazuya’s hand to drag him into Jin’s bed room.
From that point on, Kazuya took over control. He pushed Jin to the bed and got rid of his own underwear, before he climbed onto the bed and removed Jin’s.
Jin held his breath unconsciously, waited for what Kazuya was up to. He didn’t expect him to straddle Jin, however, so he let go of a surprised noise, as Kazuya grinded their erections together, skin to skin.
Jin rolled his eyes and moaned.
It was strange, how he had never before felt this hot with any of his girlfriends. The way Kazuya moved against him, how they both rubbed together in such a primitive way, grinded their hips in the same rhythm to turn each other on - it had never occurred to Jin that he could get to a point where he wasn’t able to stop anymore.
Kazuya came first. Jin could tell, when he leaned in and buried his face at Jin’s neck, releasing a string of moans. Jin closed his eyes, feeling it rushing through him, the realisation that finally those were really meant for him.
Kazuya grinded his hips harder, tensed and gripped the pillow to each side of Jin’s head and Jin held on to Kazuya’s waist and arched, letting it roll over him, as well. He followed, felt the sticky wetness between their bodies and breathed Kazuya’s name.
Too drained to actually realise what had just happened, what he had just done, Jin remained lying beneath Kazuya, feeling his breath at the skin of his neck that had almost evened out.
Jin closed his eyes and loosened his grip, ran a hand up Kazuya’s back and placed it in his nape, the other arm wound around Kazuya’s waist.
“Someone’s cuddly after sex”, Kazuya commented in that kinky voice of his.
Jin didn’t even open his eyes. He was too sleepy to process anything. He played with a few locks in Kazuya’s nape, gently rubbing the skin.
Kazuya didn’t make any other comment; he just lay in his position and nuzzled his face closer to Jin’s neck.
That was the last thing Jin remembered, before sleep took over.
Gladly, Kazuya had rolled off of him during the night.
Jin had only stared in disbelief the next morning, trying to process what he had done. And when the memories had hit him, he had never been out of bed any quicker than right then.
He took a shower and left the flat with wet hair, not really caring, because he just wanted to be gone before Kazuya would wake up.
At classes, he couldn’t concentrate at all, his mind wandered off to the night before, to what had happened and to all those complicated feelings.
Jin had to talk to Kazuya, tell him that he had snapped out, that he hadn’t really wanted that and that it couldn’t possibly happen again. He had to make sure Kazuya would understand that.
However, when he came home that night, Kazuya greeted him at the door and while Jin had tried to explain himself, Kazuya had somehow managed to sneak up on him and delivered him a really good hand job that blew all of Jin’s arguments off.
The night after that, Kazuya proved that he was just as skilled with his lips.
Jin didn’t really know why, because each and every day at work, he promised himself to put an end to it and whenever he came home, he’d find himself drained and just so damn satisfied, with Kazuya all over him, at the end of the night.
Worse was that even when they were done with it, he couldn’t bring himself to speak up. It was the part he liked most about it, because Kazuya had started to turn to him, to snuggle up and nuzzle close and hold on to Jin.
And just automatically, Jin returned it, held Kazuya and pulled him close.
Since that night, Kazuya hadn’t spent a single one in his room anymore, he slept in Jin’s bed and they would wake up next to each other each morning.
Now, the sun had just risen and it was Sunday, both of them had nothing planned for the day. Jin lay on his back and had his head tilted to the side to watch Kazuya, who lay next to him, curled up beneath the blanket and sound asleep.
They never woke up all over each other or actually in each other’s arms, but Jin noticed that almost every morning, their hands lay close.
Today, Kazuya’s hand was put lightly over Jin’s and it strangely warmed his heart - that simple gesture.
Jin hadn’t pulled his away yet.
Instead, he had left it right there beneath Kazuya’s and watched him. It was slightly new to Jin and unexpected and even a bit scary how he didn’t get bored of the sight.
Kazuya rolled to his back, too and pulled his hand away, as he stretched and rubbed his eyes, before he opened them.
“Morning”, he murmured and shifted closer.
It was natural to turn to him, reach out and gently sweep the hair from Kazuya’s face.
“Hungry?”, Jin asked.
Kazuya nodded slightly. “Will you bring me some breakfast?”
“You want me to make breakfast for you?”
“And bring it to my bed”, Kazuya answered.
Jin laughed gently. “Forget it.”
“You could feed me.”
“That’s not really making it any more attractive.”
Kazuya frowned and closed his eyes again. “It’s too early to get up.”
Jin laughed quietly and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Kazuya’s forehead. He stilled for a moment, as he realised what he was doing and blinked his eyes, hesitated to pull back for a split second.
Pretending nothing had happened, Jin rolled out of bed and left the room, just glanced at Kazuya and saw his eyes were open again and his look slightly irritated.
It was nothing, he shouldn’t interpret too much in it. It had been just a gesture. A gesture of affection, Jin thought as he walked into the kitchen and brewed some coffee.
What they had, had gone on for two weeks already and was nothing more than sex. They talked now, more than they had before and didn’t ignore each other anymore. But what all this was about, was sex.
Jin hadn’t kissed Kazuya once and they never took that step. It would be over soon, this was just an affair, it would only last for the time Jin stayed in this flat.
He and Kazuya weren’t romantically involved with each other. He liked Kazuya and actually, behind his facade he was a nice guy. They got along well and probably, Jin would keep in contact with Kazuya, when he’d move out in two weeks.
But there was no affection between them.
It couldn’t exist on a level like that; not with someone like Kazuya. He was loose and didn’t seem like anyone who’d get serious. He didn’t seem like the kind of person one would want to build a relationship with.
Kazuya was just not the good kind.
Jin didn’t want to be with Kazuya in that way - not with any man to be precise.
It was already difficult enough for him to accept he slept with another man each night, that he felt sexually attracted by a man and that that attraction got only stronger and stronger each time he felt Kazuya’s hands on his skin.
That was enough already, Jin thought.
Affection would be the last straw.
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Thanks so much for reading :)
The Ending is typed out already, but LJ once again said it was too long, so... I post it up to this point and the rest is coming sometime soon. I may work it over and change a few things. But it'll be up very soon!
I hope you liked it!
Pairing: Akanishi Jin x Kazuya Kamenashi //Akame//
Genre: Romance, Angst, AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. I don't make profit with this.
Summary: He needed a place to stay and it was just for two months. But suddenly, two months can become so very long, intense and straining.
A/N: English isn't my mother tongue, but I've been living in the UK for quite a time, so I basically write and speak well. You're welcome to correct any mistakes, though. Of course.
And here we go :D
It's the second part! Again, I don't know what to say~~ I never wrote something I'd call smut, but this probably... is.
Enjoy it ♥
Continues from HERE
The third week passed by with them basically ignoring each other.
Jin pretended Kazuya had never said anything, they had never gotten that close and he had never heard anything from Kazuya’s room.
Basically, their conversations were short exchanges of greetings in the morning and in the evening, when they’d come back home.
It bothered Jin, how things developed and how he wasn’t able to take control, to stop himself from how his needs just took over.
He had dreamt of Kazuya several nights now, and each time, he had woken up with his hand down in his pants and was terrified of himself.
That memory of how Kazuya’s lips had felt on his skin just didn’t leave his mind and it was just all too easy to imagine how it would go on, how those lips would wander down his chest, further and further.
It had to stop, it just couldn’t go on like that any longer. Jin would go insane.
But, probably not over that. He could pretend it didn’t happen, could pretend it was just something that would be over soon.
He lay sprawled out on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes red and his look indifferent, while he once again listened to Kazuya having sex with someone else at the other side of the wall.
The fourth week, one month, was almost over by now and for each day of this week, Kazuya had brought different men home, spending good times with them.
Jin couldn’t actually say if they were different men each night, since he never saw them, but he assumed they were.
He couldn’t take it any longer. He dreamt of Kazuya, those sounds he heard each night mixing up with his own fantasies. In his dreams, it was him who made Kazuya moan that way and instead of alien names, that voice would cry out Jin’s.
He’d go insane.
In the other room, Kazuya laughed quietly, a soft chuckle and Jin could just imagine that it was the answer to some sensual teasing. That Kazuya fully enjoyed it and didn’t think of Jin for a single second, while he did this to him.
Jin didn’t even bother to shut his ears anymore, to try shutting the sounds and noises out from his senses.
He just lay there, listened and closed his eyes after a while, giving in to the way his body reacting to it. His hand reached down, he took a deep breath, before he touched himself, imagining Kazuya was right there and every single pleasant sound applied only for Jin.
Later, when it had gone silent in the other room and all Jin could hear was his own rattling breath, he still stared up at the ceiling, his hand sticky and wet.
He felt dirty, felt like he had to hide from the world from this day on.
But he had really needed this, it had pulled on his nerves for too long now and he felt slightly better after this.
Jin could only guess how much better he’d feel, if it had actually happened with Kazuya and not as an act of masturbation.
Groaning, he got up and quietly left his room to get to the bathroom and clean himself off. After he had washed his hands, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, but couldn’t bring up the strength to actually look at himself.
He felt ashamed.
When he came into the kitchen to get something to drink, he froze in the doorframe, staring at Kazuya.
They had lived together for one month now, but Jin had always managed to avoid Kazuya enough to never run into him, when he wasn’t dressed or wore almost nothing.
Almost nothing was the case now, as Kazuya turned to him, wearing nothing but shorts, which were riding low over his hips. His hair was messy and Jin could smell the scent of clean sweat and hot sex through the whole room.
“Hey, pretty”, Kazuya chirped cheerfully and raised the glass he had just filled with some bourbon alcohol. “Still awake?”
Jin had to pull himself together to not give him a rude answer. Something along the lines Your screams and moans would wake anyone. Instead, he shrugged a shoulder.
Kazuya was slim, just as he had estimated it, when they had met first, when Kazuya had opened the door and had radiated that perfect aura.
Which actually didn’t exist, as Jin had had to find just shortly later.
Kazuya closed the fridge and took his glass, before he handed Jin a bottle of water. “Or shall I make you some tea?”
Jin frowned at him and shook his head. “I guess you’re busy”, he answered. “I just wanted some water.”
Smiling, Kazuya came closer and gave Jin an interested look. “Did you think of me?”
Again, Jin just frowned at him, not understanding what exactly Kazuya wanted to say. “When?”
Kazuya leaned closer, brought his lips next to Jin’s ear. “When you jerked off.”
Jin gasped and the water he just filled into a glass spilled over the edge and sprinkled the floor.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind helping you out, when you’re in need”, Kazuya just continued. “You don’t have to do something like that on your own, as long as you live here.”
“What the...”, Jin tried to find his voice.
Kazuya grinned. “Actually, I’d be very glad to help.”
Jin took a step back, gave Kazuya a terrified look, as he tried to take up the spilled water with a cloth. “I don’t need any help from you.”
Kazuya pouted his lips and made a thinking face for a moment, then he turned and strolled over to the door. “Fine. Are you coming, too?”
Jin looked up, saw Kazuya leaning against the door frame and watching him. “What?”
“It’s not too late to join in.”
Disgusted, Jin put the cloth away and just took the bottle instead of the glass. “No, I’m not coming”, he answered.
Kazuya looked after him, as Jin disappeared into his room, shutting the door with a loud bang.
“What a pity”, he just sighed and swallowed the rest of his drink, before he went back to his own bed room.
“Be honest”, Jin said the next day, as he sat over lunch with Ryo. “Did you sleep with him?”
Ryo gave him a surprised look. “What?”
“Kazuya.”
“With Kame?” Ryo laughed. “No way.”
“But he tried to get into your pants, didn’t he?” Jin took another spoon of the pudding he had as dessert.
“Well...” Ryo shrugged. “That’s just him. He tries his chances on everyone.”
“He’s disgusting.”
Ryo just rolled his eyes.
“No, really”, Jin continued. “He brings a different man each night.”
“Really?”
Nodding, Jin shoved his plate away. “That’s not normal, it’s really not.”
“It’s not, indeed”, Ro agreed.
“I’m going nuts listening to him having sex. I won’t survive another night.”
Ryo chuckled.
Jin pouted at him. “No, seriously. And then, he keeps on asking me such perverted things.”
“Perverted things?”
“Like...” Jin lowered his voice. “To join them. That he wouldn’t mind helping me out, if you know what I mean...”
“I guess I get it.” Ryo grinned. “Sounds like he fancies you.”
Jin groaned. “What did you get me into?”
“He’s a good guy”, Ryo said.
“He may is, but he really has a problem.”
“Sounds like he was frustrated”, Ryo commented.
Jin frowned at him, as he got up and took his bag.
“You know”, Ryo explained and took their plates. “When you’re frustrated, you’d try to kill it that way.”
Jin snorted. “I don’t think that guy has any reason to be sexually frustrated.”
Ryo kept silent as he put the plates to the wash up area. “Only, if there’s someone who’s rejecting him.”
“What?”
“Haven’t you ever been completely horny for someone and that someone just repeatedly said No to every attempt you made?” Ryo shrugged. “In that case, one would be really frustrated.”
Jin stopped and just stared at Ryo’s back, his look more than puzzled.
“I think he’s trying to release some sexual frustration, because he can’t have the one he really wants.”
“You’re not serious, are you?” Jin caught up again.
Ryo gave him a grin. “It’s a possibility.”
It still was on Jin’s mind, when he came home late that evening, far after midnight.
He wondered, if his friend was right, if he had a point in what he was claiming - and, if he was, if Jin wanted to see himself in that position.
He immediately saw the foreign pair of shoes in the entrance, when he opened the door. For a moment, Jin stopped, quietly closed the door behind himself and waited.
Voices came from the living room, soft laughter and cheerful talking.
Closing his eyes, for a moment, Jin just stayed, where he was, debating with himself, whether he should leave again or not.
He turned around, his hand at the door knob again, but then, Ryo’s words came to his mind again and in the next moment, Jin found himself walking through the door to the living room.
“Good Evening”, he greeted them cheerfully.
The unbelieving stare Kazuya gave him for that probably made up for all the suffering Jin had gone through the past month. He sat on the couch, leaned back against the cushions, his shirt undone, belt opened and the man leaning over him had his hand in Kazuya’s pants.
Jin couldn’t stand the sight.
“How about I join you guys?”
Kazuya’s look got just even more puzzled, but he snapped out of it, when his lover pulled his hand back and gave him an angry look.
“Who’s that guy?” He closed his own shirt. “The jealous boyfriend walking in? Great...”
Jin got over to them and grabbed the man’s arm. “I guess it’s time for you to leave now”, he said, deciding not to clear up that he wasn’t Kazuya’s boyfriend and pulled him up.
“Jin”, Kazuya warned him. “Don’t you dare.”
Jin raised a brow at him, waiting for the real threat, but as it didn’t come, he just dragged the man with him.
“Jin!” Kazuya got up and followed them.
“It was nice to meet you”, Jin said and threw the man’s shoes out of the door. “Please don’t ever show your face here again.”
With a slight push, Jin helped him out of the flat and closed the door, turning to Kazuya, who still just stared at him speechlessly.
“Slut”, Jin just commented, before he walked past Kazuya.
He had almost reached his room, when Kazuya caught up on him and gripped Jin’s writs, spinning him around.
Jin had expected him to be angry; instead a whimsical smile was drawn in his face.
“Seriously, you’re not normal”, Jin just mumbled, trying to get away.
Kazuya raised a brow. “Because I have sex?”
Jin pulled his hand from Kazuya’s grip. “Why did you even let me move in?” Jin hadn’t actually wanted to ask this, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he just couldn’t understand why Kazuya didn’t see what he did to him.
Kazuya shrugged and went over to the table, filling a glass with whiskey. “You’re pretty and quite hot; so, why not?”
It was not the answer Jin had wanted. Tired, he ran a hand over his face, still angry, however. “I just hope it’s over soon”, he murmured.
Kazuya turned to him, sipping from his drink. His shirt was still undone, his jeans unbuttoned. “It’s not that I never offered you to make your stay more enjoyable.”
Jin just shook his head and turned to open the door to his room. “I’m not going to listen to you moan and scream for any more night for sure.”
Kazuya had a small laugh for him. He turned to let Jin go, filling his glass once more. “If you weren’t such a prissy, uptight princess, you could be the one making me scream and moan, instead of just listen and jerk off to the thought of it.”
Jin’s hand at his door handle froze and he felt how something inside him snapped. He let go of the handle and was beside Kazuya in an instant, snatching the glass from him and emptying it in one go. It landed on the table with a loud thud, before Jin pushed Kazuya to the couch. He shoved Kazuya’s shirt from his shoulders, while he slid onto him, hands everywhere and his lips over Kazuya’s neck.
Kazuya gasped slightly, didn’t move first, but then, he lifted his hands and pulled Jin closer, ran his fingers through his dark brown hair.
Jin raised his head and for a moment, they stared at each other, both trying to catch their breath. Their faces were close, Jin could feel Kazuya’s breath on his lips, their lips just inches apart.
Then, he broke the eye contact and just tilted his head, ran his lips over Kazuya’s jaw, gently bit it. A sound of approval left Kazuya’s throat and he returned the favour, licking Jin’s chin, closing his teeth over it, as Jin tilted his head back in pleasure.
He couldn’t quite remembered, when it had happened, but at some point he had lost his shirt and he only noticed that, when Kazuya shoved down Jin’s jeans and a hand touched his erection through the light fabric of his boxers.
It was only in that moment that Jin actually realised what was happening; that he was about to sleep with another man, that it actually was another man who touched him right now.
This was something he had never done before, something he had no experience with. What he did right now as totally insane.
Jin lost that thought in the moment, Kazuya arched up against him and grinded their hips together. He just groaned and leaned in, running his tongue down Kazuya’s chest and his hand automatically mimicked Kazuya’s movements.
When Kazuya tried to flip them over, they almost fell off the couch and that made both of them pull back for a moment.
Jin panted, saw Kazuya was just as much out of breath, his cheeks red, lips wet and his hair messed up from Jin’s hands.
He pulled Kazuya up and they bumped together, Jin holding him against his chest. Again, for a moment, the world stopped for Jin, as he held Kazuya’s eyes with his. For just a second, they flickered to Kazuya’s lips and he actually leaned in, bringing them closer to his.
Kazuya just watched him with an intense look, his lips slightly parted, his breath calmer now. He slowly licked his lips and his tongue briefly touched Jin’s bottom lip in the process.
And Jin pulled back and turned around, taking Kazuya’s hand to drag him into Jin’s bed room.
From that point on, Kazuya took over control. He pushed Jin to the bed and got rid of his own underwear, before he climbed onto the bed and removed Jin’s.
Jin held his breath unconsciously, waited for what Kazuya was up to. He didn’t expect him to straddle Jin, however, so he let go of a surprised noise, as Kazuya grinded their erections together, skin to skin.
Jin rolled his eyes and moaned.
It was strange, how he had never before felt this hot with any of his girlfriends. The way Kazuya moved against him, how they both rubbed together in such a primitive way, grinded their hips in the same rhythm to turn each other on - it had never occurred to Jin that he could get to a point where he wasn’t able to stop anymore.
Kazuya came first. Jin could tell, when he leaned in and buried his face at Jin’s neck, releasing a string of moans. Jin closed his eyes, feeling it rushing through him, the realisation that finally those were really meant for him.
Kazuya grinded his hips harder, tensed and gripped the pillow to each side of Jin’s head and Jin held on to Kazuya’s waist and arched, letting it roll over him, as well. He followed, felt the sticky wetness between their bodies and breathed Kazuya’s name.
Too drained to actually realise what had just happened, what he had just done, Jin remained lying beneath Kazuya, feeling his breath at the skin of his neck that had almost evened out.
Jin closed his eyes and loosened his grip, ran a hand up Kazuya’s back and placed it in his nape, the other arm wound around Kazuya’s waist.
“Someone’s cuddly after sex”, Kazuya commented in that kinky voice of his.
Jin didn’t even open his eyes. He was too sleepy to process anything. He played with a few locks in Kazuya’s nape, gently rubbing the skin.
Kazuya didn’t make any other comment; he just lay in his position and nuzzled his face closer to Jin’s neck.
That was the last thing Jin remembered, before sleep took over.
Gladly, Kazuya had rolled off of him during the night.
Jin had only stared in disbelief the next morning, trying to process what he had done. And when the memories had hit him, he had never been out of bed any quicker than right then.
He took a shower and left the flat with wet hair, not really caring, because he just wanted to be gone before Kazuya would wake up.
At classes, he couldn’t concentrate at all, his mind wandered off to the night before, to what had happened and to all those complicated feelings.
Jin had to talk to Kazuya, tell him that he had snapped out, that he hadn’t really wanted that and that it couldn’t possibly happen again. He had to make sure Kazuya would understand that.
However, when he came home that night, Kazuya greeted him at the door and while Jin had tried to explain himself, Kazuya had somehow managed to sneak up on him and delivered him a really good hand job that blew all of Jin’s arguments off.
The night after that, Kazuya proved that he was just as skilled with his lips.
Jin didn’t really know why, because each and every day at work, he promised himself to put an end to it and whenever he came home, he’d find himself drained and just so damn satisfied, with Kazuya all over him, at the end of the night.
Worse was that even when they were done with it, he couldn’t bring himself to speak up. It was the part he liked most about it, because Kazuya had started to turn to him, to snuggle up and nuzzle close and hold on to Jin.
And just automatically, Jin returned it, held Kazuya and pulled him close.
Since that night, Kazuya hadn’t spent a single one in his room anymore, he slept in Jin’s bed and they would wake up next to each other each morning.
Now, the sun had just risen and it was Sunday, both of them had nothing planned for the day. Jin lay on his back and had his head tilted to the side to watch Kazuya, who lay next to him, curled up beneath the blanket and sound asleep.
They never woke up all over each other or actually in each other’s arms, but Jin noticed that almost every morning, their hands lay close.
Today, Kazuya’s hand was put lightly over Jin’s and it strangely warmed his heart - that simple gesture.
Jin hadn’t pulled his away yet.
Instead, he had left it right there beneath Kazuya’s and watched him. It was slightly new to Jin and unexpected and even a bit scary how he didn’t get bored of the sight.
Kazuya rolled to his back, too and pulled his hand away, as he stretched and rubbed his eyes, before he opened them.
“Morning”, he murmured and shifted closer.
It was natural to turn to him, reach out and gently sweep the hair from Kazuya’s face.
“Hungry?”, Jin asked.
Kazuya nodded slightly. “Will you bring me some breakfast?”
“You want me to make breakfast for you?”
“And bring it to my bed”, Kazuya answered.
Jin laughed gently. “Forget it.”
“You could feed me.”
“That’s not really making it any more attractive.”
Kazuya frowned and closed his eyes again. “It’s too early to get up.”
Jin laughed quietly and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Kazuya’s forehead. He stilled for a moment, as he realised what he was doing and blinked his eyes, hesitated to pull back for a split second.
Pretending nothing had happened, Jin rolled out of bed and left the room, just glanced at Kazuya and saw his eyes were open again and his look slightly irritated.
It was nothing, he shouldn’t interpret too much in it. It had been just a gesture. A gesture of affection, Jin thought as he walked into the kitchen and brewed some coffee.
What they had, had gone on for two weeks already and was nothing more than sex. They talked now, more than they had before and didn’t ignore each other anymore. But what all this was about, was sex.
Jin hadn’t kissed Kazuya once and they never took that step. It would be over soon, this was just an affair, it would only last for the time Jin stayed in this flat.
He and Kazuya weren’t romantically involved with each other. He liked Kazuya and actually, behind his facade he was a nice guy. They got along well and probably, Jin would keep in contact with Kazuya, when he’d move out in two weeks.
But there was no affection between them.
It couldn’t exist on a level like that; not with someone like Kazuya. He was loose and didn’t seem like anyone who’d get serious. He didn’t seem like the kind of person one would want to build a relationship with.
Kazuya was just not the good kind.
Jin didn’t want to be with Kazuya in that way - not with any man to be precise.
It was already difficult enough for him to accept he slept with another man each night, that he felt sexually attracted by a man and that that attraction got only stronger and stronger each time he felt Kazuya’s hands on his skin.
That was enough already, Jin thought.
Affection would be the last straw.
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Thanks so much for reading :)
The Ending is typed out already, but LJ once again said it was too long, so... I post it up to this point and the rest is coming sometime soon. I may work it over and change a few things. But it'll be up very soon!
I hope you liked it!