[FIC] Virility
Title: Virility
Fandom/Pairing: KAT-TUN/JinKame
Rating: PG-13
Coming home to his apartment after arduous time at work, Kamenashi Kazuya is practically not the kind of guy to be greeted with a rather obnoxious question.
"Where have you been, Kame-chan?" Akanishi Jin asked with a scowl, shuffling towards the younger man to meet him.
"Work. Where else would I be?" Kame answered with a huff, catching a glimpse of Jin gathering tinges of pink on his cheeks as he shook off his shoes. "Missed me that much?"
"Don't flatter yourself! I - uhm," the older man faltered, pretending to scratch a spot on his cheek, "uh, was worried, I guess."
"You always do," Kame scoffed indifferent, wiggling through his coat and hanging it nearby. "I'm not out clubbing if that's why you're worried."
He stepped inside. The room smelled faintly of spices. Someone has been fiddling with his kitchen. He solemnly swears if that person broke anything while fooling around his kitchen, he'll kill before he knows it. He flopped down to his couch and asked the other for dinner.
"Curry. I broke nothing, really," Jin supplied after meeting Kame's skeptical look. He decided to get back to the kitchen and serve them dinner.
The younger man sighed and with great effort, he heaved himself off the comforting temptations his couch offers. He settled down on the table.
"By the way," came the older man's voice on the kitchen, "why don't you go clubbing, Kame?"
The said man quirked an eyebrow at this and crosses his arms, "I seldom go to clubs, Jin. You're the one who goes there often. Should I be at least worried about that?
Jin's head popped behind the kitchen counter, pondering a deep thought. "Worried, yes, I think," he finally answered unsure, moving over the slighter man to hand him his share of Jin's cooking.
Just when Kame thought the discussion is dropped after moments of silence, Jin continues to press on.
"But seriously, why don't you go to clubs?" he asked absentmindedly after a bite of his curry and a brief umai followed after.
"Also, you don't seem to hang out with girls a lot," he added, helping him another mouthful.
KAT-TUN's youngest stopped midway on his meal and eyed the man in front of him who in return is completely fixated on his cooking as if it was deemed masterpiece. "Is this some sort of indirect break up you're implying?"
Jin stopped dead on his tracks as well, rapidly blinking at the slighter man, "Of course not! Why would I bring up such a thing?"
"Because I'm obviously working. Let's leave it at that." Kame said in a sense of finality, pouring himself a glass of water to calm himself from his growing annoyance.
"Eh? But why? Why is it always about work? Don't you do anything besides work? We're talking about clubs and girls here. GIRLS!" Jin blurted out, aghast on how much of a workaholic his lover is.
On the other hand, the slighter man disbelievingly set down his glass with a rather loud thump. He glared at Jin, annoyed on how much of an airhead his lover is.
"For the love of Johnny-san, could you just drop it?"
"What? I'm curious," whined the man, "it's just a harmless question."
Something inside of Kame snapped as he realized where this discussion is leading to. He fights back the thought if it is wise to pound the man in front of him and deprive him for a whole month.
"Are you by chance," Kame asked between gritted teeth, "questioning my virility?"
Oh wait! He has a better idea.
"Certainly not! Don't be ridiculous, Kazu-chan. You have been jumping to conclusions since you came home."
"Hmm..." was Kame's reply. Jin gulped down as he saw a mischievous glint playing around the younger man's eyes. He has a bad feeling about this.
It was proven true when Kame sauntered towards Jin and slid unto his lap, rolling his hips against Jin's.
The older man bit back a moan and the younger man pressed closer to him whispering, "Are you suggesting something from the very start?"
"N-N-No. N-No. No. NO!" Jin stuttered, trying in vain to stand firm on what he said when Kame was already toying with his belt buckle.
"C-Can we at least finish dinner before it runs cold?" He voiced out in a hitch, the younger man already nipping and licking the underside of his jaw while slipping a hand underneath his shirt.
"No way. You're way hotter than dinner anyway. I'll show you virility first, you twerp."
Jin knew there is no escape for him because soon after it was all about belt kinks, torturous teasing, a lot of begging and cold curry.
FIN
Fandom/Pairing: KAT-TUN/JinKame
Rating: PG-13
Coming home to his apartment after arduous time at work, Kamenashi Kazuya is practically not the kind of guy to be greeted with a rather obnoxious question.
"Where have you been, Kame-chan?" Akanishi Jin asked with a scowl, shuffling towards the younger man to meet him.
"Work. Where else would I be?" Kame answered with a huff, catching a glimpse of Jin gathering tinges of pink on his cheeks as he shook off his shoes. "Missed me that much?"
"Don't flatter yourself! I - uhm," the older man faltered, pretending to scratch a spot on his cheek, "uh, was worried, I guess."
"You always do," Kame scoffed indifferent, wiggling through his coat and hanging it nearby. "I'm not out clubbing if that's why you're worried."
He stepped inside. The room smelled faintly of spices. Someone has been fiddling with his kitchen. He solemnly swears if that person broke anything while fooling around his kitchen, he'll kill before he knows it. He flopped down to his couch and asked the other for dinner.
"Curry. I broke nothing, really," Jin supplied after meeting Kame's skeptical look. He decided to get back to the kitchen and serve them dinner.
The younger man sighed and with great effort, he heaved himself off the comforting temptations his couch offers. He settled down on the table.
"By the way," came the older man's voice on the kitchen, "why don't you go clubbing, Kame?"
The said man quirked an eyebrow at this and crosses his arms, "I seldom go to clubs, Jin. You're the one who goes there often. Should I be at least worried about that?
Jin's head popped behind the kitchen counter, pondering a deep thought. "Worried, yes, I think," he finally answered unsure, moving over the slighter man to hand him his share of Jin's cooking.
Just when Kame thought the discussion is dropped after moments of silence, Jin continues to press on.
"But seriously, why don't you go to clubs?" he asked absentmindedly after a bite of his curry and a brief umai followed after.
"Also, you don't seem to hang out with girls a lot," he added, helping him another mouthful.
KAT-TUN's youngest stopped midway on his meal and eyed the man in front of him who in return is completely fixated on his cooking as if it was deemed masterpiece. "Is this some sort of indirect break up you're implying?"
Jin stopped dead on his tracks as well, rapidly blinking at the slighter man, "Of course not! Why would I bring up such a thing?"
"Because I'm obviously working. Let's leave it at that." Kame said in a sense of finality, pouring himself a glass of water to calm himself from his growing annoyance.
"Eh? But why? Why is it always about work? Don't you do anything besides work? We're talking about clubs and girls here. GIRLS!" Jin blurted out, aghast on how much of a workaholic his lover is.
On the other hand, the slighter man disbelievingly set down his glass with a rather loud thump. He glared at Jin, annoyed on how much of an airhead his lover is.
"For the love of Johnny-san, could you just drop it?"
"What? I'm curious," whined the man, "it's just a harmless question."
Something inside of Kame snapped as he realized where this discussion is leading to. He fights back the thought if it is wise to pound the man in front of him and deprive him for a whole month.
"Are you by chance," Kame asked between gritted teeth, "questioning my virility?"
Oh wait! He has a better idea.
"Certainly not! Don't be ridiculous, Kazu-chan. You have been jumping to conclusions since you came home."
"Hmm..." was Kame's reply. Jin gulped down as he saw a mischievous glint playing around the younger man's eyes. He has a bad feeling about this.
It was proven true when Kame sauntered towards Jin and slid unto his lap, rolling his hips against Jin's.
The older man bit back a moan and the younger man pressed closer to him whispering, "Are you suggesting something from the very start?"
"N-N-No. N-No. No. NO!" Jin stuttered, trying in vain to stand firm on what he said when Kame was already toying with his belt buckle.
"C-Can we at least finish dinner before it runs cold?" He voiced out in a hitch, the younger man already nipping and licking the underside of his jaw while slipping a hand underneath his shirt.
"No way. You're way hotter than dinner anyway. I'll show you virility first, you twerp."
Jin knew there is no escape for him because soon after it was all about belt kinks, torturous teasing, a lot of begging and cold curry.
FIN