Tadaima
Title : Tadaima
Author : kazuyanokokoro
Pairing : Akame
Rating : PG-16 (maybe NC-17 at the end...)
Genre : Fluff, Romance, BL, Yaoi
Disclaimer : Much as I would like to, I don't own any JE boys
Summary : Kame's day off is interrupted when an unwelcome (or is that welcome) visitor arrives...
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Kame was sleeping in. It was rare for him to have time to relax like this so he planned to take full advantage of the two day vacation Johnny-san had offered him by spending the day in his comfortable bed. He rolled around happily in his silky lavender sheets, appreciating the fact that he had nowhere to go. He hummed softly to himself and began to daydream, a luxury rarely possible with his exhausting schedule. At first, it was relaxing to let his mind wander; it drifted back to Koki’s jokes, the high he felt when they completed the last music video, the tall stranger who bought him a beer and tasted his supple lips last Saturday. Kame smiled lazily and ran his hand along his bare chest, remembering the dark wood furniture and blue striped sheets of the man’s bedroom. He laughed ruefully to himself; after such a ride, he was surprised he could recall such banal details as linen colours. His mirth subsided, however as he realized that his body was stirring to a different memory, an older memory, of strong hands caressing him and the irresistible taste of American beer on his friend’s lips. “Jin,” Kame murmured aloud, yet covered his mouth after doing so as if speaking his ex-lover’s name would somehow conjure the latter to Kame’s apartment. Why was Akanishi still the one dominating Kamenashi’s thoughts after so long? Kame could almost see the vague outline of his old bandmate’s body slouched against the sunny window, cigarette hanging from his plump lips, dark eyes for once not searching or lost because Kame himself was reflected in them. Despite the hot Japanese sunbeams streaming in his room, Kame shivered; the last fight was something he wished he would forget. The harsh words still lingered in the air of his living room while the base of the vase Jin had smashed still sat atop the side table in Kame’s hallway, a cracked ceramic metaphor for the broken relationship that Kazuya’s mind-and Kazuya’s heart- could apparently never really let go of.
Kame pulled back his sheets with a pouty sigh; trust Bakanishi Jin to unsettle even his vacation time. He stalked into the kitchen with Ran-chan at his heels and poured water in the kettle for his morning tea. As he waited for his water to boil, however, Kame’s day-off routine was neatly thrown off kilter. At a time when he knew his friends would be sleeping off last night’s drinking, there was a loud knock on his apartment door. Ran-chan looked at her master quizzically, then began to bark. Kazuya stared towards the offending sound and licked his lips nervously, tugging on his wavy ponytail. The second knock jolted him out of his stupor and he moved, though still somewhat uncertainly, in the direction of the door. He paused before looking out the peephole, reminding himself to be courteous to the unwitting fan that he was sure had found her way into his building, despite all his precautions. A charming speech ran through his head and he tugged the door open without verifying his visitor’s identity. As he looked up, he felt as if he were being reprimanded for an entire year’s worth of bad behavior (and Kame had to admit there were numerous times when he had been more than naughty both on and off the stage). The bringer of both Kame’s worst nightmares and sweetest daydreams stood awkwardly outside his apartment. “Tadaima…” Jin said weakly, offering Kame a small smile. That smile had the potential to bring Kame to his knees, but Kazuya was stronger now. The kettle wailed piercingly and Kame ran to retrieve it, unable to close the door on his ex-lover’s face. Jin took his silence to be a good omen. He took off his sports jacket, ran a hand through his long, thick hair and moved swiftly towards Kame, trapping the younger boy between the stove and Jin’s larger body. Although Kazuya’s perfect pink lips were set in a determined line and his shoulders were squared, Jin could tell by the wavering ponytail and wide eyes that Kame had not forgotten him. “I missed you,” he murmured, reaching out to stroke Kame’s face. Kazuya felt as if he were melting into Jin’s touch, the hands that had been burned into his memory, that had continuously erased the embraces of every man who had come after, were there in the flesh, and he trembled as Jin’s fresh cologne, the same as always, mixed with the warm, smoky smell of Jin’s skin wafted towards him. Kame’s mind screamed out in frustration as his body betrayed him in its longing for someone he should surely hate by now.
“Fuck you,” he mumbled, hoping Jin sensed the hatred, not the uncertainty, in his voice. Instead of retreating, like everyone else would, Jin took a step closer to Kame and tilted his head, concernedly?, while whispering in his sweetest voice,
“I’m sorry, Kazu-chan.” At this, Kame’s heart betrayed him and, insufferably, tears began to glide down his face. Neither of them spoke for a moment, Kame trying to collect his emotions and Jin resisting catching Kazuya up in his arms. Then, Kame took several deep breaths and fixed his serious eyes on Jin. Although Akanishi knew that his ex-lover meant business he was momentarily transfixed by Kame’s face. He had thought that he remembered each beauty mark and angle of that body, but seeing his face bathed in the gentle morning light, Jin wondered how the Kame in his memory ever stood a chance against the beautiful man in front of him. Kazuya’s lips were rosy and curved, cheekbones high and stately, and eyes dark and solemn yet graced with long, luscious black lashes. Tears glittered at the end of those lashes now, caught by the sunlight, extending them to unimaginable lengths. Before Kame spoke, Jin also took in the other boy’s body, grown to manhood yet still unmistakably lovely. His smooth skin was offset by small brown nipples, the seductive curve of his narrow hips mirrored by the slightest bulge of musculature in his thin arms and small shoulders. As Jin allowed his eyes to meet Kame’s, he sensed a new resolve in his ex-boyfriend, something that told him that Kazuya would no longer shatter if he were treated more firmly.
“I wish that was all it took,” Kame said finally, moistening his lips again. Jin was startled and waited a heartbeat for Kazuya to finish. When further clarification failed to appear, he wrapped his arms around Kame’s small body. Kazuya stiffened and tried to push Jin away from him. “I can’t do this again,” he murmured into Jin’s t-shirt. But, Jin’s hand, Kame’s nemesis, reached out and undid the younger boy’s hair. Kazuya’s chocolate brown waves fell around his face, exaggerating the vulnerability in his eyes that he was trying so desperately to conceal. They stood together in the kitchen for what seemed like hours, Jin apologizing repeatedly and Kame shaking his head emphatically, trying to convince both of them that this should stay in the past. Then, something broke in Kazuya, but it felt more like he was breaking free than breaking down. Jin was here, living in Tokyo, just like he was; Jin, whose body had teased Kame through every jerk off session since he was 16, was back. And Jin, his Jin, still wanted him. Kazuya knew that if he made a decision he was not one to change his mind. He knew that he would work nonstop if need be to reach what he wanted, to keep what he wanted. Wordlessly, almost thoughtlessly now, he brought his lips up to meet Jin’s and let himself be lost in Akanishi’s ravenous kiss. As he pulled away, Jin stared at him appreciatively, hungrily. Kame kept his gaze steady as he gently tugged his sweatpants off and stood completely naked before his ex-lover in his tiny, cramped kitchen. In front of him, Jin fumbled excitedly with his own clothes until he was equally unclothed. Kazuya tossed his hair, turned around and offered his sensual body to Jin, looking back pointedly at the man struggling not to enter his tempting frame immediately. Although Kame had felt Jin’s hands caress his back countless times before he had never felt so sure, so secure with their destination. As his hips bucked up to meet Jin’s swelling member, he screamed his name on repeat, not content to let the syllable leave his lips only a few times.
After, as Kazuya lay back down in his lavender sheets with a warm cup of tea, his eyes traced Jin’s body sitting at his bedroom window, fingers lazily holding a cigarette. “I won’t let the past, our past come back and chase me down, Jin,” he said quietly. Akanishi brought the cigarette to his mouth, inhaled deeply, then cocked his head. Kame made sure their eyes did not lose contact, “Because I’ll never let you go again, Bakanishi”. Jin smiled, but Kazuya had already wrapped himself up in bed again, ready to enjoy his vacation day exactly as he had planned to, with one small addition, of course.