Underdog
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
Summary: Kame starts obsessing over dogs. Jin has to fight for attention.
Notes: Short!fic spawned from CKT Ep.111~ Thank you for the plot bunnies, Producer-san. ♥
Underdog
~ 749 words
When Kame came home to their shared apartment one night after work, he was anything but alone.
“What the hell?” was the most Jin could say as he eyed the chocolate Papillion in Kame’s arm, a mini caramel poodle snuggled so soundly in the other.
It didn’t make much sense either that Ueda was standing right beside him, bright smile in place and one of his own ginormous golden retrievers leashed to his hand.
It’s not that Jin hated dogs. He had pets of his own back home but one of the reasons he moved out in the first place was because he couldn’t be bothered with the responsibility. Plus, they chewed on his shoes. And drooled all over his favorite clothes. And stunk immensely.
Which was why he felt pressed to panic when Kame started obsessing over them. Jin then later found out that this newfound fixation was brought about by a Cartoon KAT-TUN episode and, like many of the superfluous fuck-ups in Jin’s life, he had Producer-san to blame. The bastard existed to torture him. Just like Ueda, whom Jin also blamed for the easy influence he had over Kame.
“I can’t believe Ueda gets to have the time of his life in Hawaii while we get stuck with this,” Jin grumbled as he wrestled the rug out of the retriever’s mouth. The milky pink bow on the top of its head looked so mocking all of a sudden.
“Doesn’t he have a slave harem at home? Why can’t they take responsibility?”
There was laughter on Kame’s lips when he got up from where he was sitting on Jin’s bed cuddling with the tinier dogs. He knelt in front of the retriever and began scratching that spot behind its ears until it gave up the rug without dispute.
“Because I volunteered,” was Kame’s only answer and the retriever threw itself against Kame’s lap, rolled against its back to let Kame scratch its tummy. It had the most delighted look on its face and for some reason Jin had the strongest urge to punch it.
Three days into The Obsession and Kame was taking in more dogs than what Jin’s sanity could handle. At some point he even considered yelling at Nakamaru for all that “rescue the needy” bullshit he fed Kame every chance he got.
Because more dogs meant less time with Kame, which meant even less time for steamy, mind-blowing sex.
It was annoying, when Kame would stop their makeout sesh halfway to refill some poodle’s water bowl; infuriating, when Kame’s eyes would leave him for even just a second. Jin didn’t like fighting for Kame’s attention, mostly because he never had to, but this- dog food in the cupboards, grooming scissors in the drawers, dog crap in his boots- this was war. And, unfortunately, he was on the losing end.
“You’re a mess,” was the first thing Kame said to him at the end of the day. Or at least it felt like the first thing. Jin honestly couldn’t remember the last time they had a proper conversation.
Jin continued to sip on his almost-empty beer can, not a word nor a bat of an eyelash. But Jin was easy, he could never stay unresponsive longer than ten seconds, especially when Kame was wearing that frilly cooking apron he only ever wore for Jin, hair tied up in a ponytail with his bangs sweaty and tousled over his eyes.
And Kame was easy too. At least for Jin, he was. Jin didn’t even have to ask when Kame slipped into his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, dove in to press their mouths together and rocked his hips in a way that made Jin hold on to him. Tight.
“Finally gave up on your dogs?” Jin barely mumbled against Kame’s neck as he attempted to loosen the knots on Kame’s apron. It didn’t even bother him that it was practically covered in dog fur. It would be disposed of very soon anyway.
“No,” Kame deadpanned as he pulled his ponytail loose and tugged on Jin’s shirt, lower, much lower. “I think you’re forgetting that you’re my bitch too.”
Jin didn’t know how to respond to that, but he liked it, truth disguised in the insult. For the first time in days, the apartment fell silent, and Jin knew that the monsters were watching, but he didn’t care because it was Kame’s eyes that mattered, Kame’s eyes on him as he ground against his lap, full, undivided attention, all of it on Jin and Jin alone.
To hell with dog crap and everything else.
End.
(I know there should be mentions of DOGGY STYLE in there somewhere, but unf, I fail.)
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
Summary: Kame starts obsessing over dogs. Jin has to fight for attention.
Notes: Short!fic spawned from CKT Ep.111~ Thank you for the plot bunnies, Producer-san. ♥
Underdog
~ 749 words
When Kame came home to their shared apartment one night after work, he was anything but alone.
“What the hell?” was the most Jin could say as he eyed the chocolate Papillion in Kame’s arm, a mini caramel poodle snuggled so soundly in the other.
It didn’t make much sense either that Ueda was standing right beside him, bright smile in place and one of his own ginormous golden retrievers leashed to his hand.
It’s not that Jin hated dogs. He had pets of his own back home but one of the reasons he moved out in the first place was because he couldn’t be bothered with the responsibility. Plus, they chewed on his shoes. And drooled all over his favorite clothes. And stunk immensely.
Which was why he felt pressed to panic when Kame started obsessing over them. Jin then later found out that this newfound fixation was brought about by a Cartoon KAT-TUN episode and, like many of the superfluous fuck-ups in Jin’s life, he had Producer-san to blame. The bastard existed to torture him. Just like Ueda, whom Jin also blamed for the easy influence he had over Kame.
“I can’t believe Ueda gets to have the time of his life in Hawaii while we get stuck with this,” Jin grumbled as he wrestled the rug out of the retriever’s mouth. The milky pink bow on the top of its head looked so mocking all of a sudden.
“Doesn’t he have a slave harem at home? Why can’t they take responsibility?”
There was laughter on Kame’s lips when he got up from where he was sitting on Jin’s bed cuddling with the tinier dogs. He knelt in front of the retriever and began scratching that spot behind its ears until it gave up the rug without dispute.
“Because I volunteered,” was Kame’s only answer and the retriever threw itself against Kame’s lap, rolled against its back to let Kame scratch its tummy. It had the most delighted look on its face and for some reason Jin had the strongest urge to punch it.
Three days into The Obsession and Kame was taking in more dogs than what Jin’s sanity could handle. At some point he even considered yelling at Nakamaru for all that “rescue the needy” bullshit he fed Kame every chance he got.
Because more dogs meant less time with Kame, which meant even less time for steamy, mind-blowing sex.
It was annoying, when Kame would stop their makeout sesh halfway to refill some poodle’s water bowl; infuriating, when Kame’s eyes would leave him for even just a second. Jin didn’t like fighting for Kame’s attention, mostly because he never had to, but this- dog food in the cupboards, grooming scissors in the drawers, dog crap in his boots- this was war. And, unfortunately, he was on the losing end.
“You’re a mess,” was the first thing Kame said to him at the end of the day. Or at least it felt like the first thing. Jin honestly couldn’t remember the last time they had a proper conversation.
Jin continued to sip on his almost-empty beer can, not a word nor a bat of an eyelash. But Jin was easy, he could never stay unresponsive longer than ten seconds, especially when Kame was wearing that frilly cooking apron he only ever wore for Jin, hair tied up in a ponytail with his bangs sweaty and tousled over his eyes.
And Kame was easy too. At least for Jin, he was. Jin didn’t even have to ask when Kame slipped into his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, dove in to press their mouths together and rocked his hips in a way that made Jin hold on to him. Tight.
“Finally gave up on your dogs?” Jin barely mumbled against Kame’s neck as he attempted to loosen the knots on Kame’s apron. It didn’t even bother him that it was practically covered in dog fur. It would be disposed of very soon anyway.
“No,” Kame deadpanned as he pulled his ponytail loose and tugged on Jin’s shirt, lower, much lower. “I think you’re forgetting that you’re my bitch too.”
Jin didn’t know how to respond to that, but he liked it, truth disguised in the insult. For the first time in days, the apartment fell silent, and Jin knew that the monsters were watching, but he didn’t care because it was Kame’s eyes that mattered, Kame’s eyes on him as he ground against his lap, full, undivided attention, all of it on Jin and Jin alone.
To hell with dog crap and everything else.
End.
(I know there should be mentions of DOGGY STYLE in there somewhere, but unf, I fail.)