Rating: R--Strong language, adult themes
Pairing: JinRu--NakamaruxJin
Warnings: Mostly sexual innuendos and suggestions of things Jin should do. Also, dirty lines from Jpop songs. Yey!
Author's Note: Thanks to the boys for singing the songs that inspired this and
crystallekil for reading through it for me.
Translations:
Make You Wet-Tanaka Koki
Kimi no favorite style-face to face
Your favorite style (is) face to face
So Young Blues-Doumoto Koichi
Yogorenai mune no ue masshiro na ai de yogoshitai
I want to dirty your pristine upper chest with my pure white love
Ho! Summer!
Yuichi lay in the middle of his apartment’s floor, pressing himself as flat as possible. Fuck summer, man. That evil, insidious time of year that knocked him on his ass every time! He furrowed his brow.
“Hmm….that would make a good lyric….” He sat up and ran for a pen and paper. He sat at his desk, thinking allowed. “An evil, insidious time of year that will-“
“MAKE YOU WET, BABY!!!!!”
Yuichi sighed and crumbled up his paper and tossed it over his shoulder. Well, there went that plan. Damn. “Dude! Jin! Shut up!”
Jin skipped into the room, skidding to a halt next to his beloved “Maru-chaaaan!” How he managed to skid on carpet, Yuichi will probably never know, but he figured it took talent and that Jin did have in spades, if not a single brain cell to call his own.
Jin dramatically dropped into Yuichi’s lap singing “Kimi no favorite style - face to face,” in a high girl’s voice that made it sound like something from Hamtaro.
That thought alone made Yuichi shiver. “Jin, Koki would shoot you in the head if he ever heard you singing his song like that.” He scooted his chair back and let his legs part so that Jin fell into an ungraceful heap at his feet. “So, while you’re down there….”
Jin huffed as he sat up. “You’re so mean, Maru-chan! I’m trying to engage you in a battle of wits and you’re not playing along-NO, I WILL NOT SUCK YOU OFF RIGHT NOW!”
Yuichi sighed. “You’re the one who came in here singing that song. I pegged you for wanting to be dirty tonight.” And, in the longest delayed reaction he’d ever experienced in his life when dealing with Jin: “A battle of what? Do you even know what that word means?”
The younger man sighed dramatically. “Yes, I know what ‘wits’ means, and don’t ask me to define it. I will not dignify you with answer.” He pouted, his lower lip protruding in that oh-so-tempting way.
Yuichi smiled affectionately, and patted Jin on the head. “Oh, poor baby. Let me kiss it and make it better.” He leaned forward…
…and got stopped by Jin’s hand on his nose. “Not until you play my game. You must engage me in conversation using only song lyrics. Got it?”
Yuichi sighed. He knew better than to argue when Jin was in this mood. “Fine.” He cleared his throat. “Yogorenai mune no ue masshiro na ai de yogoshitai.”
“Ooh,” Jin murmured with a sly smirk. “Dirty.” Then cleared his own throat, yet again dramatically. Damn Jin and his drama. “Take off your clothes, cum in my room.”
“Okay,” Yuichi said enthusiastically and tackled Jin, then spent the rest of the first day of summer keeping Jin’s mouth preoccupied.