fic for littlealex
Title: If You Were Gay
By: razberrycreme
Pairing: Akame
Word count: 2,216
Rating: R
Genre/Warnings: As fluffy as Jin’s sartorial attempt to blend in with a herd of zebras.
Notes: Thank you to a.p. for editing.
Summary: Kamenashi Kazuya is not going to just give in and date Akanishi Jin.
“But I’m not gay,” Kame says on Tuesday after Jin asks him out on a date.
Jin just stares at him until Kame realizes Jin’s looking at Kame’s toenails. Which are pink and sparkly. With rhinestones.
“Don’t- stereotype!” Kame sputters, feeling a flush work its way up to his face.
“Yeah,” Jin says slowly, mouth twitching, and starts to back out of the room with his hands in his pockets. “Let me know if you come up with a legit excuse. Let’s grab some food at two a.m. on Sunday, like we used to,” he adds, smiling. “We can meet up at my place and go from there.” With that he turns and walks out of the dressing room. Kame gapes at the empty doorway.
He hadn’t thought he’d ever say this, but things were easier when Jin was in America.
“I’m seeing someone,” Kame explains earnestly to Jin on Wednesday. He’s leaning against the doorframe of Jin’s new dressing room and watching Jin stuff a water bottle into his bag. Jin glances up from under the lip of his hood and straightens, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
“Yeah, I think I heard something about that,” Jin says, turning off the lights and closing the door shut behind him. Kame trails after him with a frown. “You’re dating some AV actress?”
Kame chokes on his own breath.
“What?” Kame manages, wheezing a little. Jin glances over at him and gives him a helpful thump on the back.
“Yeah, some half-Korean porn star or something? It was all over the magazines,” Jin replies cheerfully. “I wouldn’t know, I just go off of what the juniors say about their Kamenashi-sempai.” And he grins at Kame, who stares back at him in shock and wonders when Jin converted from being M to being so very S.
“You know that’s a lie! I’m not dating an AV actress,” Kame says, trying to laugh it off despite his growing horror about his sullied reputation which he must save right now. “I’m not even dating anyone right now!” Jin’s grin slides into smugness. “...crap,” Kame adds, and sighs.
“See you on Sunday,” Jin says, waving, and walks off towards his car before Kame even realizes one: they’re already in the parking lot, and two: he’s screwed.
“Hey, why can’t you date one of them? You spend as much time with these guys as me,” Kame points out on Thursday when Jin’s lounging on the couch of KAT-TUN’s dressing room, chatting with the guys while Taguchi plays video games and occasionally either crows in victory or yells at the screen in-between participating vaguely in their conversation.
“I never ate out at 2 a.m. with Akanishi,” Ueda counters. He has a cheerful look on his face. Kame groans inwardly; Ueda likes Jin, is S, and still not-so-secretly harbors a very slight grudge from their junior days when they used to fight. Kame thinks it probably doesn’t help that they’re still talking about that fight in every interview they’re in.
“Yeah, Kame, you never took care of me when I was sick!” Koki interjects, an exaggerated look of offense on his face.
“You never tell me to stop texting in the middle of filming,” Nakamaru adds, his face similarly contorted in indignation, and everyone laughs while Jin says, “Hey!” and smacks Nakamaru on the shoulder, also giggling.
“DIE!!!!!!”
They all glance over to Taguchi for a moment before going back to their conversation.
“Anyway, maa, I’ll take it! I want to go on a date with Akanishi!” Koki says with a grin, bouncing to his feet and raising his arm as far above his head as possible.
“Me too!” Nakamaru declares, raising his hand.
“Me too!” Ueda says, smirking.
“Me too!” Junno throws over his shoulder. “AGH. DIE.”
“Me, too,” Kame sighs in resignation. Jin just watches them in amusement.
“Go ahead,” they all chorus, the traitors gesturing generously towards Kame with their hands.
“Damn it, guys,” Kame says, rolling his eyes.
“Gotta get back to work,” Jin says, getting up from the couch. Kame half-heartedly aims a kick that Jin curves his body to avoid, laughing. “Think about what you want to eat on Sunday!” he calls over his shoulder before walking out.
“You two are so cute, ne,” Koki simpers, and then scrambles away from Kame’s murderous gaze and the couch cushion Kame directs towards Koki’s stupid floppy-haired head.
On Friday Kame keeps trying to come up with excuses that Jin shoots down insultingly easily, like “I have work,” or “I’m sick?” and “I’m hanging out with friends!” to which Jin replies, “I already talked to manager-san, he says he can spare you at two a.m. on Sunday, when no one will work anyway,” and “Really? Want me to call your mom for you? She would totally stay over to force-feed you herbal medicine,” and also, “I thought I was your friend,” Jin says, giving Kame a look that’s almost genuinely hurt. After that Kame pretty much only has one response:
“Damn it.”
Then Kame usually stalks out of the room, even if they were in KAT-TUN’s dressing room and the only place Kame can really stalk to is the bathroom or the water fountain before he has to go back and face the rest of KAT-TUN’s idiotic, immature teasing.
It’s Saturday and Kame’s starting to get frantic because Sunday’s coming up fast and he still hasn’t come up with a legitimate reason for why he can’t go on a date with Jin. It should be easy, there should be a million reasons why they shouldn’t date, but every time Kame thinks of something he sees Jin looking at him hopefully and the words die on his tongue and only inane excuses come out.
And that’s why it’s already Saturday, and Kame still hasn’t given Jin a real reason. By now he’s starting to think that he never really wanted to in the first place.
So Kame resignedly goes into his closet to pick out what to wear and grabs a bottle of nail polish remover so that he can repaint his toenails to match his outfit.
“Stupid stereotypes,” Kame mutters, brushing on polish carefully, the glitter catching the light.
“Hey, Kame,” Jin says with surprise when he lets him in late Saturday night. “What’s up?”
Kame glares at him pointedly. He will kill Jin if he actually forgot about his date with Kame.
“Oh, fuck,” Jin says, huffing a laugh, “Are you seriously here because of the date thing?” Kame glares some more. “Okay, my bad,” he says, scratching the back of his head, “Um, I didn’t really mean it?”
“What?” Kame stares at him, feeling disappointment sink in his stomach. “What?”
“Man, I was just messing with you,” Jin says with a half-smile, looking almost contrite. “You know, you didn’t have to make up all that stuff you said, like having a girlfriend or whatever. I get you were being a nice guy, but it’s okay that you just don’t like me back. Seriously,” he adds sincerely, like he’s the one who has to let Kame down gently.
“You were messing with me?” Kame asks, eyes narrowed in warning. He did not just have a gay epiphany for Jin for nothing. “You-”
“I just wanted a week to see what it’d be like to date you,” Jin continues, shrugging.
“Then how was it?” Kame prompts, frowning. Jin backs up nervously when Kame takes a step forward.
“What?”
“How was the week of dating me?” Kame asks patiently. He steps forward until he almost has Jin up against the wall. There’s a light thud when Jin finally hits it and has nowhere else to go. He looks at Kame uncertainly before mustering up a crooked grin.
“It was awesome,” he says honestly. “That AV chick is pretty lucky. You’re all that and the best Jeanist.” Jin’s grin widens, but only half-heartedly, and it disappears soon.
“Yeah?” Kame asks, and leans in a little until his eyelashes are almost brushing Jin’s cheek, so that Jin goes hilariously cross-eyed when Kame says, “Want to give it a couple more weeks?” and kisses him.
“Uh,” Jin says when Kame finally pulls back, mouth wet and bruised. Kame leans back in and nips Jin’s bottom lip.
“For a guy who’s waited for this for a whole week, you suck at sealing the deal,” Kame points out, grinning. “Maa, I guess the thrill’s gone now that the chase is over.”
“Oh god, shut up, you’re so disgusting,” Jin groans, which only makes Kame laugh. Jin watches him quietly for a long moment, like he’s trying to figure out if this is all real, and the tentative hand brushing Kame’s cheek only cements that impression.
Kame covers Jin’s hand with his own and says, “This is so romantic,” blinking sincerely at Jin until Jin makes threatening punching motions at him and protests, “Ugh, Kame,” in a whine that makes Kame laugh and laugh and laugh.
“I guess it’s my turn now,” Kame says as he unzips Jin’s hoodie and slips his hands inside his shirt. Jin makes amazing noises that Kame wants to hear more of right now so he lowers his head to start finding Jin’s sensitive spots with his mouth.
“Uh - your ta- your turn for...what?” Jin asks, satisfyingly incoherent. One of Jin’s hands is clutching at Kame’s bicep, the other running through his hair in soft, amazed motions.
“To seduce you,” Kame says, pulling back for a moment to look at Jin. Jin snorts and gives Kame a dubious look.
“Uh, like you could,” he retorts, but Jin’s eyes are dancing with excitement and he sounds indulgent. He knows Kame loves a challenge. Kame raises an eyebrow and leans back to unbutton his shirt deliberately. He doesn’t miss the way Jin’s mouth goes slack or how his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.
“We’ll see,” Kame says intently, and smirks when Jin shivers helplessly underneath him.
They do go on a date at 2 a.m. on Sunday, and they don’t hold hands or kiss or even go into a purikura booth, but they do have delicious food and Jin grins the entire time and eats Kame’s tomatoes off his plate. He makes Kame feel happier than he’s ever been, which is both terrifying and exhilarating when Kame thinks about how much of a control freak he can be and what an idiot Jin is. And how much Kame likes him.
But Jin just smiles and makes Kame feel okay with all of it; Jin brushes his leg against Kame’s underneath the table and makes the world narrow down to the two of them. And then Jin leans over the table after dessert and makes Kame quiver silently with desire when he whispers in Kame’s ear, “After we get back, I want you to fuck me.”
It is one of the most perfect days of Kame’s life, right up there with his first home run and the day Real Face hit number one on the charts. It’s only the first of many, like the day Jin moves in with him, or the day Jin says, “I love you, idiot,” or basically every day Jin talks or smiles or breathes in Kame’s direction.
The next week when Kame swings by with roses to ask Jin out on a date, Jin just peers at him over the top of his Mac.
“Sorry, I’m not gay,” he says in his best mock-contrite manner. His voice is all nasally, which means Jin thinks he’s doing his hilarious impression of Kame. Kame just takes the card out from the bouquet and smacks Jin on the head with it.
“Ow,” Jin says with a pout, looking up at Kame with an injured expression while he rubs the top of his head. “I’m not going to go out with a domestic abuser!” Kame rolls his eyes and goes to put the flowers in a vase.
“No, but seriously, I’m not gay,” Jin says, coming up behind Kame to hug him, resting his chin snugly on Kame’s shoulder.
“I saw Perfume songs on your iPod,” Kame remarks mildly.
“Hey! Nakamaru has their songs, too!”
Kame stays pointedly silent, rearranging the flowers.
“Okay, fine,” Jin concedes. “I’m seeing someone?”
“Yeah, me,” Kame points out.
“Oh, yeah.” Jin hugs him tighter until Kame can’t contain his grin anymore. “I think I’m busy?” Jin tries again.
“You will be getting busy that night,” Kame says, grinning uncontrollably now, and continues over Jin’s groan, “Again, with me.”
“Oh my god, you are such a dorky pervert,” Jin complains. “Why am I with you again?”
“You can’t talk,” Kame says, turning in the circle of Jin’s arms to face him. Jin’s grinning, too. “Literally.” Jin groans again.
“Kame-”
Kame interrupts him by pressing his mouth against Jin’s, feeling wild elation bloom in his chest.
“I like you, too,” Kame says sincerely against Jin’s mouth. He gives in to the temptation to kiss Jin again before pulling away to look at the happy expression on Jin’s face, how it softens his eyes.
“More than the porn star you’re dating?” Jin asks, his face bright with affection.
“That rumor was actually about you,” Kame explains.
“Man, that makes so much more sense now,” Jin says, grinning, and kisses Kame again.
By: razberrycreme
Pairing: Akame
Word count: 2,216
Rating: R
Genre/Warnings: As fluffy as Jin’s sartorial attempt to blend in with a herd of zebras.
Notes: Thank you to a.p. for editing.
Summary: Kamenashi Kazuya is not going to just give in and date Akanishi Jin.
“But I’m not gay,” Kame says on Tuesday after Jin asks him out on a date.
Jin just stares at him until Kame realizes Jin’s looking at Kame’s toenails. Which are pink and sparkly. With rhinestones.
“Don’t- stereotype!” Kame sputters, feeling a flush work its way up to his face.
“Yeah,” Jin says slowly, mouth twitching, and starts to back out of the room with his hands in his pockets. “Let me know if you come up with a legit excuse. Let’s grab some food at two a.m. on Sunday, like we used to,” he adds, smiling. “We can meet up at my place and go from there.” With that he turns and walks out of the dressing room. Kame gapes at the empty doorway.
He hadn’t thought he’d ever say this, but things were easier when Jin was in America.
“I’m seeing someone,” Kame explains earnestly to Jin on Wednesday. He’s leaning against the doorframe of Jin’s new dressing room and watching Jin stuff a water bottle into his bag. Jin glances up from under the lip of his hood and straightens, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
“Yeah, I think I heard something about that,” Jin says, turning off the lights and closing the door shut behind him. Kame trails after him with a frown. “You’re dating some AV actress?”
Kame chokes on his own breath.
“What?” Kame manages, wheezing a little. Jin glances over at him and gives him a helpful thump on the back.
“Yeah, some half-Korean porn star or something? It was all over the magazines,” Jin replies cheerfully. “I wouldn’t know, I just go off of what the juniors say about their Kamenashi-sempai.” And he grins at Kame, who stares back at him in shock and wonders when Jin converted from being M to being so very S.
“You know that’s a lie! I’m not dating an AV actress,” Kame says, trying to laugh it off despite his growing horror about his sullied reputation which he must save right now. “I’m not even dating anyone right now!” Jin’s grin slides into smugness. “...crap,” Kame adds, and sighs.
“See you on Sunday,” Jin says, waving, and walks off towards his car before Kame even realizes one: they’re already in the parking lot, and two: he’s screwed.
“Hey, why can’t you date one of them? You spend as much time with these guys as me,” Kame points out on Thursday when Jin’s lounging on the couch of KAT-TUN’s dressing room, chatting with the guys while Taguchi plays video games and occasionally either crows in victory or yells at the screen in-between participating vaguely in their conversation.
“I never ate out at 2 a.m. with Akanishi,” Ueda counters. He has a cheerful look on his face. Kame groans inwardly; Ueda likes Jin, is S, and still not-so-secretly harbors a very slight grudge from their junior days when they used to fight. Kame thinks it probably doesn’t help that they’re still talking about that fight in every interview they’re in.
“Yeah, Kame, you never took care of me when I was sick!” Koki interjects, an exaggerated look of offense on his face.
“You never tell me to stop texting in the middle of filming,” Nakamaru adds, his face similarly contorted in indignation, and everyone laughs while Jin says, “Hey!” and smacks Nakamaru on the shoulder, also giggling.
“DIE!!!!!!”
They all glance over to Taguchi for a moment before going back to their conversation.
“Anyway, maa, I’ll take it! I want to go on a date with Akanishi!” Koki says with a grin, bouncing to his feet and raising his arm as far above his head as possible.
“Me too!” Nakamaru declares, raising his hand.
“Me too!” Ueda says, smirking.
“Me too!” Junno throws over his shoulder. “AGH. DIE.”
“Me, too,” Kame sighs in resignation. Jin just watches them in amusement.
“Go ahead,” they all chorus, the traitors gesturing generously towards Kame with their hands.
“Damn it, guys,” Kame says, rolling his eyes.
“Gotta get back to work,” Jin says, getting up from the couch. Kame half-heartedly aims a kick that Jin curves his body to avoid, laughing. “Think about what you want to eat on Sunday!” he calls over his shoulder before walking out.
“You two are so cute, ne,” Koki simpers, and then scrambles away from Kame’s murderous gaze and the couch cushion Kame directs towards Koki’s stupid floppy-haired head.
On Friday Kame keeps trying to come up with excuses that Jin shoots down insultingly easily, like “I have work,” or “I’m sick?” and “I’m hanging out with friends!” to which Jin replies, “I already talked to manager-san, he says he can spare you at two a.m. on Sunday, when no one will work anyway,” and “Really? Want me to call your mom for you? She would totally stay over to force-feed you herbal medicine,” and also, “I thought I was your friend,” Jin says, giving Kame a look that’s almost genuinely hurt. After that Kame pretty much only has one response:
“Damn it.”
Then Kame usually stalks out of the room, even if they were in KAT-TUN’s dressing room and the only place Kame can really stalk to is the bathroom or the water fountain before he has to go back and face the rest of KAT-TUN’s idiotic, immature teasing.
It’s Saturday and Kame’s starting to get frantic because Sunday’s coming up fast and he still hasn’t come up with a legitimate reason for why he can’t go on a date with Jin. It should be easy, there should be a million reasons why they shouldn’t date, but every time Kame thinks of something he sees Jin looking at him hopefully and the words die on his tongue and only inane excuses come out.
And that’s why it’s already Saturday, and Kame still hasn’t given Jin a real reason. By now he’s starting to think that he never really wanted to in the first place.
So Kame resignedly goes into his closet to pick out what to wear and grabs a bottle of nail polish remover so that he can repaint his toenails to match his outfit.
“Stupid stereotypes,” Kame mutters, brushing on polish carefully, the glitter catching the light.
“Hey, Kame,” Jin says with surprise when he lets him in late Saturday night. “What’s up?”
Kame glares at him pointedly. He will kill Jin if he actually forgot about his date with Kame.
“Oh, fuck,” Jin says, huffing a laugh, “Are you seriously here because of the date thing?” Kame glares some more. “Okay, my bad,” he says, scratching the back of his head, “Um, I didn’t really mean it?”
“What?” Kame stares at him, feeling disappointment sink in his stomach. “What?”
“Man, I was just messing with you,” Jin says with a half-smile, looking almost contrite. “You know, you didn’t have to make up all that stuff you said, like having a girlfriend or whatever. I get you were being a nice guy, but it’s okay that you just don’t like me back. Seriously,” he adds sincerely, like he’s the one who has to let Kame down gently.
“You were messing with me?” Kame asks, eyes narrowed in warning. He did not just have a gay epiphany for Jin for nothing. “You-”
“I just wanted a week to see what it’d be like to date you,” Jin continues, shrugging.
“Then how was it?” Kame prompts, frowning. Jin backs up nervously when Kame takes a step forward.
“What?”
“How was the week of dating me?” Kame asks patiently. He steps forward until he almost has Jin up against the wall. There’s a light thud when Jin finally hits it and has nowhere else to go. He looks at Kame uncertainly before mustering up a crooked grin.
“It was awesome,” he says honestly. “That AV chick is pretty lucky. You’re all that and the best Jeanist.” Jin’s grin widens, but only half-heartedly, and it disappears soon.
“Yeah?” Kame asks, and leans in a little until his eyelashes are almost brushing Jin’s cheek, so that Jin goes hilariously cross-eyed when Kame says, “Want to give it a couple more weeks?” and kisses him.
“Uh,” Jin says when Kame finally pulls back, mouth wet and bruised. Kame leans back in and nips Jin’s bottom lip.
“For a guy who’s waited for this for a whole week, you suck at sealing the deal,” Kame points out, grinning. “Maa, I guess the thrill’s gone now that the chase is over.”
“Oh god, shut up, you’re so disgusting,” Jin groans, which only makes Kame laugh. Jin watches him quietly for a long moment, like he’s trying to figure out if this is all real, and the tentative hand brushing Kame’s cheek only cements that impression.
Kame covers Jin’s hand with his own and says, “This is so romantic,” blinking sincerely at Jin until Jin makes threatening punching motions at him and protests, “Ugh, Kame,” in a whine that makes Kame laugh and laugh and laugh.
“I guess it’s my turn now,” Kame says as he unzips Jin’s hoodie and slips his hands inside his shirt. Jin makes amazing noises that Kame wants to hear more of right now so he lowers his head to start finding Jin’s sensitive spots with his mouth.
“Uh - your ta- your turn for...what?” Jin asks, satisfyingly incoherent. One of Jin’s hands is clutching at Kame’s bicep, the other running through his hair in soft, amazed motions.
“To seduce you,” Kame says, pulling back for a moment to look at Jin. Jin snorts and gives Kame a dubious look.
“Uh, like you could,” he retorts, but Jin’s eyes are dancing with excitement and he sounds indulgent. He knows Kame loves a challenge. Kame raises an eyebrow and leans back to unbutton his shirt deliberately. He doesn’t miss the way Jin’s mouth goes slack or how his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.
“We’ll see,” Kame says intently, and smirks when Jin shivers helplessly underneath him.
They do go on a date at 2 a.m. on Sunday, and they don’t hold hands or kiss or even go into a purikura booth, but they do have delicious food and Jin grins the entire time and eats Kame’s tomatoes off his plate. He makes Kame feel happier than he’s ever been, which is both terrifying and exhilarating when Kame thinks about how much of a control freak he can be and what an idiot Jin is. And how much Kame likes him.
But Jin just smiles and makes Kame feel okay with all of it; Jin brushes his leg against Kame’s underneath the table and makes the world narrow down to the two of them. And then Jin leans over the table after dessert and makes Kame quiver silently with desire when he whispers in Kame’s ear, “After we get back, I want you to fuck me.”
It is one of the most perfect days of Kame’s life, right up there with his first home run and the day Real Face hit number one on the charts. It’s only the first of many, like the day Jin moves in with him, or the day Jin says, “I love you, idiot,” or basically every day Jin talks or smiles or breathes in Kame’s direction.
The next week when Kame swings by with roses to ask Jin out on a date, Jin just peers at him over the top of his Mac.
“Sorry, I’m not gay,” he says in his best mock-contrite manner. His voice is all nasally, which means Jin thinks he’s doing his hilarious impression of Kame. Kame just takes the card out from the bouquet and smacks Jin on the head with it.
“Ow,” Jin says with a pout, looking up at Kame with an injured expression while he rubs the top of his head. “I’m not going to go out with a domestic abuser!” Kame rolls his eyes and goes to put the flowers in a vase.
“No, but seriously, I’m not gay,” Jin says, coming up behind Kame to hug him, resting his chin snugly on Kame’s shoulder.
“I saw Perfume songs on your iPod,” Kame remarks mildly.
“Hey! Nakamaru has their songs, too!”
Kame stays pointedly silent, rearranging the flowers.
“Okay, fine,” Jin concedes. “I’m seeing someone?”
“Yeah, me,” Kame points out.
“Oh, yeah.” Jin hugs him tighter until Kame can’t contain his grin anymore. “I think I’m busy?” Jin tries again.
“You will be getting busy that night,” Kame says, grinning uncontrollably now, and continues over Jin’s groan, “Again, with me.”
“Oh my god, you are such a dorky pervert,” Jin complains. “Why am I with you again?”
“You can’t talk,” Kame says, turning in the circle of Jin’s arms to face him. Jin’s grinning, too. “Literally.” Jin groans again.
“Kame-”
Kame interrupts him by pressing his mouth against Jin’s, feeling wild elation bloom in his chest.
“I like you, too,” Kame says sincerely against Jin’s mouth. He gives in to the temptation to kiss Jin again before pulling away to look at the happy expression on Jin’s face, how it softens his eyes.
“More than the porn star you’re dating?” Jin asks, his face bright with affection.
“That rumor was actually about you,” Kame explains.
“Man, that makes so much more sense now,” Jin says, grinning, and kisses Kame again.