Reminiscing
Title : Reminiscing
Author : kazuyanokokoro
Pairing : Akame
Rating : NC-17
Genre : Fluff, Romance, BL, Yaoi
Disclaimer : I own Kame and Jin only in my daydreams...
Summary : Jin is living with Kame and takes a trip down memory lane.
Notes: I wrote this on a plane so apologies if the writing isn't awesome.
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Jin was awoken from his slumber by a beam of moonlight that glided through the translucent curtains billowing around the window. The midnight blue and periwinkle print, which framed the mirror facing the bed, was illuminated, as were the spotless wooden floors and ties hung neatly in the open closet. Only Jin’s own jeans and crisp white shirt, discarded earlier in his eagerness, sullied the peaceful aesthetic of the room. In his soporific state, Jin confusedly searched for the markers of his own space- the porn under the bed (straight mags piled atop the gay ones, of course), his American flag- but they were not forthcoming. When Jin’s eyes found the small figure in bed beside him, his consciousness finally pierced through the dull haze. This princess room was Kame’s room in an apartment that Jin was no longer merely visitor to, but proud co-occupant of. Kazuya himself shifted slightly in his sleep, rolling over to be closer to Jin’s warmth. Akanishi found himself entranced by Kame’s delicate features and layered curls spread out on the lavender pillowcase. A small smile teased Kazuya’s lips, as if he knew even while he was lost in dreamland that his man was nearby. Instinctively, he reached a hand out and stroked the soft hair. Kame moaned gently and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly as if he were about to awaken, but, in a moment, he returned to his slumber. Unable to stop himself, Akanishi leaned down and kissed the pink cherubic lips. At this, Kame roused, dark eyes taking in his lover’s naked form, tracing his taut muscular torso. “Jinjin, why no clothes?” he asked sleepily. Jin sat up straighter, feeling himself grow heavier under Kame’s wide-eyed gaze. He ruffled the already messy curls,
“Did I fuck you so hard that you don’t remember?” he smirked, although he himself had been fuzzy on the details when his eyes first opened.
“Mmm,” Kazuya sighed, burrowing his face into Jin’s chest, “I remember.” As if to prove it, he spread his legs and ran his black-polished nails down his body. Jin was fully erect again; all the goddamn dancing training Kamenashi had received as a Junior had made him obscenely flexible. At the sight of Jin’s manhood being displayed before him in all its excellence, Kame stroked his swelling package still concealed in his white silky boxers. To relax himself, Jin got up and sat by the open window. Kazuya groaned pointedly and pursed his lips into that picture-perfect pink pout.
“You have to be at the studio in three hours,” Jin mumbled, averting his eyes in an effort to avoid his boyfriend’s temptation. “I’m sorry to have woken you.” Kame was about to whine, but Akanishi knew he would succumb to duty. Sure enough, when Jin looked back, the sheets were pulled back up to his lover’s chin so that only his frustrated eyes were visible. To appease him, Jin crawled back into bed and wrapped his strong arms around Kame, cuddling him to sleep again. Akanishi stroked himself roughly and muttered, “What a great boyfriend I am.” To his amusement, Kamenashi whispered,
“Yes, you are,” before letting himself close his eyes again. Feeling the sweetness of his body pressed against Kazuya’s, Jin’s mind wandered to an earlier time.
It had been the summer that Jin turned eighteen that he realized that he was in love with his best friend. He was always slightly surprised when his thoughts meandered back to those sandy white beaches, turquoise waves and frigid air-conditioned hotel rooms of their teenagehood. Johnny had let them share a room together back then, let them be inseparable. Jin remembered how small and warm Kame’s hand had felt when he first clasped it in his, in front of the water after the rest of KAT-TUN and the camera crew had long since retreated to their rooms. They had sat on the sand in their swim trunks, talking until late. Kazuya had pulled his long dark hair into a ponytail atop his head and toyed shyly with his many necklaces. His bashfulness had spurred Jin on, led him to think that maybe their relationship could deepen in ways that Akanishi barely let himself imagine in the darkness of his own bed back in Tokyo. Jin must have known it was a long shot, seducing Kame, Johnny’s precious boy idol in the making, when Kazuya had not so much as kissed a girl’s cheek. He remembered thinking it odd, Kame’s awkwardness with women; Jin himself had always been very proficient at getting the girl. Perhaps his directness worked in his favour, the inimitable Bakanishi confidence that she would like him back made him seem invulnerable. As Kazuya brushed a loose strand from his face and smiled sweetly, Jin felt the words ready to tumble from his lips. “Kame-chan,” he had said softly. At the unexpected gentleness of his voice, Kamenashi looked expectantly at Jin. “Kame-chan,” he repeated, “I really care about you.” His friend held his gaze seriously and Jin wondered how it was possible that a boy had such beautiful eyes, dark and solemn, and framed by long fluttering eyelashes. Kazuya blinked suddenly, as if Akanishi’s intense gaze had transfixed him, then, as Jin held his breath, the smallest smile played on Kame’s delicate lips. He nodded, ever so slightly, and moved his hand close to Jin’s, shivering as their pinky fingers touched. Akanishi quickly grabbed Kame’s hand in his own, stroking each finger and black-manicured nail as if they belonged to him. As Kazuya put his head on Jin’s strong shoulder and nuzzled his face into his best friend’s neck, Akanishi realized that, in a way they did belong to him. Kame-chan was his. Without pausing for breath, Jin had murmured, “I love you,” as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In fact, of course, Akanishi was hoping with all his heart that his kotodama would become Kame’s reality. Kazuya laughed then, a delicious bubbly giggle that Jin could still hear echoing along the empty beach nine years later.
“Jin,” he said softly, “Only you could say that so soon and have me believe it.” Then, to Akanishi’s surprise, Kame flashed him a flirtatious smile, “If you love me, aren’t you going to kiss me?” Now, it was Jin’s turn to laugh. He wrapped his arms around Kazuya’s thin frame,
“If I didn’t know better I’d have thought you’d done this before.” As their faces moved closer, however, Jin could tell by his wide eyes that he would be giving his best friend his very first kiss. When their lips met, it wasn’t uncomfortable like the nose-bumping platonic pecks that claimed the title of Jin’s other first kisses. Rather, as his lips met Kame-chan’s, it was like a rush of warmth enveloped him. It seemed as though he was melded to Kazuya sweet tasting mouth. As they pulled away, shocked and breathless from the intensity of the kiss, Jin felt himself stiffening. Along with the arousal, however, Akanishi was overcome by an unfamiliar sensation. He felt softness and heat in his broad chest and an insistence rose from inside him. At first, Jin attributed it to his physical attraction and flushed, worried that his eagerness would intimidate Kamenashi. But, as Kazuya leaned upward and their lips met again, Jin realized that what he needed was to hold Kame in his arms. Dumbly, Jin followed his instinct and pressed the smaller boy to his bare skin, stroking the silky hair. Akanishi felt himself lean down and buried his face in the dark waves. As he embraced the top of Kame’s head, breathing in the honeyed smell of his locks, Jin could suddenly place the emotion…tenderness.
“Hey,” Kazuya untangled himself from Akanishi’s arms, “Shouldn’t we get to bed soon?” With that, the boy’s smiling face faded from Jin’s memory although his body remembered what had come next. Akanishi shook his head to free himself from the past, making his ridiculous permed curls fly. After all, he thought as a familiar delicate hand caressed his hair in the darkness of their shared bedroom, he needn’t pine for the sixteen year old Kamenashi Kazuya when the twenty five year old Kame was lying contently in bed beside him.
Author : kazuyanokokoro
Pairing : Akame
Rating : NC-17
Genre : Fluff, Romance, BL, Yaoi
Disclaimer : I own Kame and Jin only in my daydreams...
Summary : Jin is living with Kame and takes a trip down memory lane.
Notes: I wrote this on a plane so apologies if the writing isn't awesome.
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Jin was awoken from his slumber by a beam of moonlight that glided through the translucent curtains billowing around the window. The midnight blue and periwinkle print, which framed the mirror facing the bed, was illuminated, as were the spotless wooden floors and ties hung neatly in the open closet. Only Jin’s own jeans and crisp white shirt, discarded earlier in his eagerness, sullied the peaceful aesthetic of the room. In his soporific state, Jin confusedly searched for the markers of his own space- the porn under the bed (straight mags piled atop the gay ones, of course), his American flag- but they were not forthcoming. When Jin’s eyes found the small figure in bed beside him, his consciousness finally pierced through the dull haze. This princess room was Kame’s room in an apartment that Jin was no longer merely visitor to, but proud co-occupant of. Kazuya himself shifted slightly in his sleep, rolling over to be closer to Jin’s warmth. Akanishi found himself entranced by Kame’s delicate features and layered curls spread out on the lavender pillowcase. A small smile teased Kazuya’s lips, as if he knew even while he was lost in dreamland that his man was nearby. Instinctively, he reached a hand out and stroked the soft hair. Kame moaned gently and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly as if he were about to awaken, but, in a moment, he returned to his slumber. Unable to stop himself, Akanishi leaned down and kissed the pink cherubic lips. At this, Kame roused, dark eyes taking in his lover’s naked form, tracing his taut muscular torso. “Jinjin, why no clothes?” he asked sleepily. Jin sat up straighter, feeling himself grow heavier under Kame’s wide-eyed gaze. He ruffled the already messy curls,
“Did I fuck you so hard that you don’t remember?” he smirked, although he himself had been fuzzy on the details when his eyes first opened.
“Mmm,” Kazuya sighed, burrowing his face into Jin’s chest, “I remember.” As if to prove it, he spread his legs and ran his black-polished nails down his body. Jin was fully erect again; all the goddamn dancing training Kamenashi had received as a Junior had made him obscenely flexible. At the sight of Jin’s manhood being displayed before him in all its excellence, Kame stroked his swelling package still concealed in his white silky boxers. To relax himself, Jin got up and sat by the open window. Kazuya groaned pointedly and pursed his lips into that picture-perfect pink pout.
“You have to be at the studio in three hours,” Jin mumbled, averting his eyes in an effort to avoid his boyfriend’s temptation. “I’m sorry to have woken you.” Kame was about to whine, but Akanishi knew he would succumb to duty. Sure enough, when Jin looked back, the sheets were pulled back up to his lover’s chin so that only his frustrated eyes were visible. To appease him, Jin crawled back into bed and wrapped his strong arms around Kame, cuddling him to sleep again. Akanishi stroked himself roughly and muttered, “What a great boyfriend I am.” To his amusement, Kamenashi whispered,
“Yes, you are,” before letting himself close his eyes again. Feeling the sweetness of his body pressed against Kazuya’s, Jin’s mind wandered to an earlier time.
It had been the summer that Jin turned eighteen that he realized that he was in love with his best friend. He was always slightly surprised when his thoughts meandered back to those sandy white beaches, turquoise waves and frigid air-conditioned hotel rooms of their teenagehood. Johnny had let them share a room together back then, let them be inseparable. Jin remembered how small and warm Kame’s hand had felt when he first clasped it in his, in front of the water after the rest of KAT-TUN and the camera crew had long since retreated to their rooms. They had sat on the sand in their swim trunks, talking until late. Kazuya had pulled his long dark hair into a ponytail atop his head and toyed shyly with his many necklaces. His bashfulness had spurred Jin on, led him to think that maybe their relationship could deepen in ways that Akanishi barely let himself imagine in the darkness of his own bed back in Tokyo. Jin must have known it was a long shot, seducing Kame, Johnny’s precious boy idol in the making, when Kazuya had not so much as kissed a girl’s cheek. He remembered thinking it odd, Kame’s awkwardness with women; Jin himself had always been very proficient at getting the girl. Perhaps his directness worked in his favour, the inimitable Bakanishi confidence that she would like him back made him seem invulnerable. As Kazuya brushed a loose strand from his face and smiled sweetly, Jin felt the words ready to tumble from his lips. “Kame-chan,” he had said softly. At the unexpected gentleness of his voice, Kamenashi looked expectantly at Jin. “Kame-chan,” he repeated, “I really care about you.” His friend held his gaze seriously and Jin wondered how it was possible that a boy had such beautiful eyes, dark and solemn, and framed by long fluttering eyelashes. Kazuya blinked suddenly, as if Akanishi’s intense gaze had transfixed him, then, as Jin held his breath, the smallest smile played on Kame’s delicate lips. He nodded, ever so slightly, and moved his hand close to Jin’s, shivering as their pinky fingers touched. Akanishi quickly grabbed Kame’s hand in his own, stroking each finger and black-manicured nail as if they belonged to him. As Kazuya put his head on Jin’s strong shoulder and nuzzled his face into his best friend’s neck, Akanishi realized that, in a way they did belong to him. Kame-chan was his. Without pausing for breath, Jin had murmured, “I love you,” as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In fact, of course, Akanishi was hoping with all his heart that his kotodama would become Kame’s reality. Kazuya laughed then, a delicious bubbly giggle that Jin could still hear echoing along the empty beach nine years later.
“Jin,” he said softly, “Only you could say that so soon and have me believe it.” Then, to Akanishi’s surprise, Kame flashed him a flirtatious smile, “If you love me, aren’t you going to kiss me?” Now, it was Jin’s turn to laugh. He wrapped his arms around Kazuya’s thin frame,
“If I didn’t know better I’d have thought you’d done this before.” As their faces moved closer, however, Jin could tell by his wide eyes that he would be giving his best friend his very first kiss. When their lips met, it wasn’t uncomfortable like the nose-bumping platonic pecks that claimed the title of Jin’s other first kisses. Rather, as his lips met Kame-chan’s, it was like a rush of warmth enveloped him. It seemed as though he was melded to Kazuya sweet tasting mouth. As they pulled away, shocked and breathless from the intensity of the kiss, Jin felt himself stiffening. Along with the arousal, however, Akanishi was overcome by an unfamiliar sensation. He felt softness and heat in his broad chest and an insistence rose from inside him. At first, Jin attributed it to his physical attraction and flushed, worried that his eagerness would intimidate Kamenashi. But, as Kazuya leaned upward and their lips met again, Jin realized that what he needed was to hold Kame in his arms. Dumbly, Jin followed his instinct and pressed the smaller boy to his bare skin, stroking the silky hair. Akanishi felt himself lean down and buried his face in the dark waves. As he embraced the top of Kame’s head, breathing in the honeyed smell of his locks, Jin could suddenly place the emotion…tenderness.
“Hey,” Kazuya untangled himself from Akanishi’s arms, “Shouldn’t we get to bed soon?” With that, the boy’s smiling face faded from Jin’s memory although his body remembered what had come next. Akanishi shook his head to free himself from the past, making his ridiculous permed curls fly. After all, he thought as a familiar delicate hand caressed his hair in the darkness of their shared bedroom, he needn’t pine for the sixteen year old Kamenashi Kazuya when the twenty five year old Kame was lying contently in bed beside him.