[NewS, KAT-TUN] Rotational Values, NC-17
I am posting this here, unlocked, because some people wanted to pimp it and I caved in because I am greedy for comments. Any other ficlets that I'll write in this universe will be put into bunnycrack.
Title: Rotational Values
Fandom: NewS, KAT-TUN
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Pin (Yamapi/Jin)
Warnings: PURE SMUT. :|
Disclaimer: Don't know the boys in real life (D:) nor is the story true.
Length: 5,409 words.
AN: So I was staring at a picture of pretty, pretty Jin on the front of the Dec. Myojo (a sneak preview!) on 4_03_am's journal and we were talking about poledancing. :| Which led to this fic. Thanks to bloodybrilliant, mousapelli, jackoweskla, wintersjuly, and karinberry for listening to me whine about this fic consuming me, for encouraging me to finish it despite a really hectic RL, and for spamming them with bits and pieces and loving it. Dedicated to jackoweskla because I owe her a poledancing fic (THIS IS IT, BETH!). I hope you guys enjoy this as it is officially the longest thing I've ever written.
Jin looked coyly over his shoulder at the hot guy sitting at the edge of the stage, a knowing smile meant to seduce as his hips shook. He grabbed the pole and slowly bent down, knees flaring wide as his hips circled, making the fringes on his hot pants shake and shimmy rhythmically to the heavy bass booming in the strip bar. He slid his fingers sensually up the pole, stretching his arms up to show off the muscles in his bared back, the heavy stage lights already slicking his skin with sweat.
He had been approached earlier by a man named Nishikido who wanted to pay him to put on a really good show for someone named "Yamapi". Nishikido then pointed out 'Yamapi' sitting amongst a group of friends, laughing and drinking. He told Jin something about cheering this 'Yamapi' up since he was dumped by a 'Kame' for some rich, old lady. Jin didn't really care too much about the details since Nishikido was short and sort of hot and he paid a lot of money. Jin took it with a wide grin and a sultry promise to put on a very good show.
Biting his lower lip, he pulled his body upwards, inching up the pole just enough to spread his legs wide and up into the air, forming a V and tilting his head back far enough that he nearly touched the floor of the stage with the tips of his hair. This pose, Jin knew, allowed the viewer to see down his chest, to see that he had a pole pressed against his ass. It was all about fantasy and titillation and Jin was the best at it.
Jin loosened his grip on the pole, sliding down slowly. His eyes slid shut as he felt the smooth pole rub against his entrance, making him shudder ever so slightly and his cock grow harder. The intense stare of the hot guy made him shiver and he imagined how those full, puckered lips would feel against his skin.
He pulled himself up against the pole, twisting around it slightly to let the patrons stare at his profile. Pressing against the warmed metal, he body-rolled slowly, exaggerating the arch of his body as he moved against the pole.
As his hips pushed forward, he made sure that the outline of his hard cock was seen on the outer edge of the pole, peeking slightly around his thighs. Stealing a quick peek at 'Yamapi', he gave a secret grin, one corner of his lips quirking up as he rubbed the pole up and down deliberately with one hand, humping the pole in sharp quick motions.
Letting his gaze scan the room, Jin twirled around the pole a few more times, making sure he had almost everyone's attention before doing anything else. Satisfied that all eyes were on him, Jin nodded cockily at the DJ. DJ Nakamaru waved a hand and started a throbbing beat that echoed through the club. A low and sexy voice began to sing and Jin started to dance.
Hips thrusting forward, arms moving gracefully, body twisting around and sliding on the pole, Jin did it all. He threw sultry looks at everyone, biting his lip as he ground against the pole, looking like he was going to orgasm at any moment. But each time he threw a glance at different customers in the place, his eyes would slide back to stare at 'Yamapi' for a few moments.
Jin began to sing along, holding Yamapi's gaze and strutting away from the pole as he continued to wiggle his hips, making the fringe swing out. Yamapi stared back, his face impassive but his eyes showing flickers of interest as he ignored Nishikido's elbow digging into his side.
He knew exactly when to do a spin, only to drop down to his knees, one leg wrapped around and licking his lips slowly. He continued to mouth the lyrics as he got onto his knees, spreading them wide as his hands roamed his bare chest, tweaking a nipple before moving up to his face and hair. He arched his back slightly as one finger rubbed his lower lip, gaze still locked onto Yamapi.
Slowly, he pushed his knees together before standing up, rocking his body as he continued to sing and dance on the stage, the fringe moving in counterpoint. The cowboy boots clacked against the stage as he shimmied straight to Yamapi, dropping down to press his face close to Yamapi's face to deliberately stare at Yamapi's lips before flicking his gaze up to the man's eyes. He smirked, winking once as he trailed his hand down Yamapi's expensive sweater, lingering over the soft feel as he moaned a soft noise of approval, tongue pressed to one corner of his mouth.
He pressed the other hand against Yamapi's cheek as he knelt in front of him, moving and gyrating his hips. Jin smirked lightly as he tossed his head around, fully hard at thought of taking this man to the back room and fucking him senseless, wearing only his cowboy boots.
Jin moved sinuously to one side, sliding over to face Nishikido. His gaze became more challenging, quirking an eyebrow to dare him to say something about his performance. He continued to thrust his chest out, circling around and around to the song, one hand reaching out to sensually touch Nishikido's neck, a finger sliding down his jaw before withdrawing back.
He winked once more at Nishikido before crawling over to the next man, making sure his bum was still wiggling slightly and that everyone got a good glimpse of his tight ass. The next man was also hot, as well as the one after him. Jin was in his element, dancing and teasing, promising seduction with his eyes and the curve of his lips.
When the song was over, he strutted back to the pole, smooth and sleek. He stood with his back to the crowd as the first few bars of the next song played. Wiggling his hips lightly to the time to make the fringes sway, he hooked a finger around the waistband and started to drag it down slightly, revealing smooth skin.
Lower and lower the waistband slid on one side, revealing a black strap. He looked over his shoulder, his tongue pressed to one side as he grinned widely, winking through the strands of his light brown hair. A finger slipped down the waistband on the other side and he shook his hips quickly before pulling the back of his hot pants all the way down, revealing a thin band of fabric going across the top of his ass and two more following the curves as if someone cut out the back of a pair of speedos, leaving his cheeks bare to the touch of intense eyes watching his every move.
He turned around, leaning against the pole, moving his body sinuously as he tilted his back and lowered his lashes. One hand was still hooked in the waistband but the other left to trail soft fingers up his chest until it reached his mouth. He sucked on the tip, his tongue flicking out to curl around it as he held Yamapi's gaze.
One corner of his lip curled even higher as he glanced to the side to gaze at the other people in the club, wetting the tip of his finger. He stood up, a few inches away from the pole and unsnapped the hidden snaps of his hot pants as the wet finger made it's way down Jin's front until his hand rested on his hard cock.
Swiveling around, he unsnapped the other side, holding onto the fabric as he began to thrust his hips as if it was an extension of his cock. He moved as if the music took hold of him and made love to him. He tossed his hair from side to side, biting his lower lip before tossing fabric to one side and revealing tight black fabric that outlined his hard cock very clearly.
With each beat of the bass booming throughout the small place, Jin stroked himself as he made his way towards Nishikido and Yamapi. He paused a few times in his sensual strut to shake his ass, squatting close to the ground before lifting his ass up and standing up straight, throwing smirks at fascinated patrons before stopping in front of the hot guy staring only at him.
Jin could feel his eyes boring into him, a piercing gaze that took in every detail as he moved. He dropped to his hands and knees, body stretching out as he arched and then spread his legs wide. Biting his lower lip, Jin thrust his hips forward in quick, sharp motions.
One hand reached down to continue stroking his hard cock, unabashedly flirting with everyone else as he now avoided Yamapi's gaze, choosing to wink wickedly at Nishikido and the rest of his group. As the music began to spin to a crescendo, a wordless cue to wrap things up, Jin gradually stood up, hands and hair flying everywhere as he lost himself to the beat.
Jin strutted back to the pole, grabbing it with one hand to spin around it, legs spread wide before turning his back on the crowd once more. At the peak of the song, Jin swiveled his hips one last time before tearing his tiny briefs off, one hand fisting the fabric in the air as he looked over the opposite shoulder with saucy grin. The lights cut out and he disappeared quickly into the curtain behind the pole.
He knew he had gone a bit too far in the show, doing a few more risque things than he normally did but Nishikido paid a lot of money and Yamapi was really hot. Jin sighed as he pulled on his hot pants and matching leather vest as well as the leather cuffs that the costume designer, Yasuda ("Call me Yassan!"), insisted went with the outfit. He checked his hair in the mirror, noting how wilted it look after being under the bright stage lights. He gave it a half-hearted fluff with one hand as Joker, a fellow stripper whose gimmick was to be the "stripper with Gangsta Style", popped his head in the dressing room.
"Yo, Bakanishi. Some hot guy is asking for you to come out. Something about paying really well for a lap dance." Joker said bluntly.
"Is he short and sort of cute?" Jin replied back, nearly done fluffing before noticing a growing zit on his jawline. He quickly concealed it with a small concealer stick, hoping it wouldn't grow any bigger as he willed it to go away. "Or is he quiet and sort of broody with the hot hair?"
Joker stepped into the room, passing by the chairs and mirrors and the counters littered with makeup and random accessories. "He's got a big mouth for a short guy."
"Oh. Nishikido." Jin pulled back and blinked at himself in the mirror.
"Yeah. He's waiting outside the door." Joker tugged up his sagging shorts. "Hey, Bakanishi, you should let me spit some rhymes while Nakamaru beatboxes during your one of your performances! We'll make a great song for you!"
Jin turned around to look at Joker, reaching out to tug on the brim of the baseball cap, twisting it to one side so he could see his face. "No way! All that spitting noises would be horrible to dance to!" Jin grinned and walked out, his short break over.
He found Nishikido waiting at the small table outside the door to the dressing room. He looked over to find Uchi, the waiter in shiny black outfit and spiked collar around his neck. Uchi's black eyelinered eyes caught Jin's and nodded. Jin turned his attention to Nishikido, ignoring the looks of the other patrons as he settled his hands in the table. "What do you want?"
"That was a nice performance." Nishikido started, his hands in his pocket. "What do you charge for a lap dance?"
"Depends. Is it for you or your friend?" Jin replied, smiling slightly at Uchi when he placed a small glass in front of Jin. He picked it up, raising it in a silent salute at the bartender, who raised his own. He took the shot quickly, feeling the familiar burn down his throat to his belly. Kusano always did make the best drinks, even when he was experimenting and creating different cocktails.
Nishikido watched Jin through hooded eyes. "For Yamapi."
Setting the glass down, Jin pressed the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth, an unconscious habit that showed whenever he was thinking. "A lap dance costs more than the show, you know. And it's in a private room. Just me and him."
Just then, a small, sweet-faced figure came up to Nishikido, tugging on the man's sleeve. "Ryo-tan! Did he agree?"
"Be patient, Tego-nyan."
"Okay. But he's getting impatient to go home if we don't do something soon! Keii-chan and Shige can't hold his attention for very long!"
Nishikido just stared at Jin, who was gazing around the club, winking at various patrons who were obviously waiting for Jin to be done talking to him. "Deal. Name the price."
Jin named a amount that was easily twice the amount Nishikido paid for the show. The shorter man paid it without hesitation, pulling out another wallet to rifle through the yen.
"Ryo-tan, is that Shige's wallet?!" exclaimed 'Tego-nyan'.
Nishikido just grunted, handing over the money to Jin, who tucked it safely into a secret compartment in his boots. "Yeah. He's paying half of this one. He just doesn't know it yet."
Looking at Jin, he gave a wicked grin and leaned in close to whisper in Jin's ear. "Better make it a good show. He thinks you're hot even if he doesn't want to admit it."
Just then, 'Tego-nyan' blurted out. "What about that hot waiter you keep ogling, Ryo-tan? Are you gonna get a lap dance from him too?"
Nishikido frowned, trying to hide his reddening cheeks. "No." He said gruffly. "Let's go back to the table. It's your turn to buy us all drinks." He slung an arm around Tego-nyan and pulled him towards their group, ignoring Jin's raised brow and smirk.
Jin let out a soft laugh and wandered towards the bar, empty glass in hand. "Thanks for the drink, Kusano." Setting down the glass, he picked up the glass of water Kusano placed in front of him and drained it. He didn't like drinking too much while working, making sure to drink a lot of water in between the rounds of alcohol. Jin waited another few moments, letting Nishikido settle back with his group. Uchi walked up to the bar with their latest order of alcohol.
"Hey, Uchi-kun." He tapped Uchi's shoulder, slyly noticing the way Nishikido's eyes were watching them. "See any hot guys you like?"
"What?" Uchi laughed slightly, a surprised smile on his face. "What makes you say that?"
"Because." Jin drank a third of the glass of water that Kusano refilled. "There seems to be a short and hot guy who keeps watching you."
Uchi looked down at the glasses, missing Kusano's teasing smile and the wink Jin and Kusano exchanged. "I don't know what you mean, Jin-kun."
Jin slung a friendly arm around Uchi's shoulder, leaning in close to whisper, "Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough. If you don't already know."
Jin bumped his hips into Uchi's and aimed a soft smile. "I'm off to work. Kusano, get me another shot in a few, okay? Uchi, bring it to the King Room. Got a private there."
Setting off towards Yamapi and his paying friends, Jin paused here and there to flirt and talk to some of the regular patrons. He felt that intense gaze on him, pulling him deeper towards the group.
Jin finally made it to the group, sliding a hand down the crisp blue shirt that a man with small eyes was wearing. He winked at him as he moved across another man with a spiky mohawk, stealing his glasses and putting them on himself. He tugged the glasses low enough so he could gaze over the red rims, winking again at Tego-nyan who merely grinned at him.
He spun around to sit on Nishikido's lap, pulling the frames off to set one end on his parted lips, a sly look to his left where Yamapi was sitting. He found Yamapi's gaze firmly settled on him, watching his every move especially when Jin rocked against Nishikido's lap and felt something stirring. He let out another laugh as he stood up and nestled the glasses in the hair of the round-faced man sitting on the other side of Tego-nyan, wiping away the small droplet of alcohol with the pad of his thumb and then sucking on it. "Hello, boys."
He reached out to caress Yamapi's jawline. "I think I have to have a private word with someone." His voice became even huskier as he slid his hand down to catch Yamapi's hand, tugging the man up. "I promise to bring him back....later. Don't worry, Uchi-kun will take really good care of you. Won't you, Uchi?" Jin smiled at Uchi who came up to take the group's next round of drinks. He stepped slightly back, flush against Yamapi as he wiggled his hips to the music.
With another wink at Nishikido, Jin pulled Yamapi towards the King room.
Walking into the opulently decorated room, Jin tugged Yamapi to one wall where there was a lounge chair in all golds and red accents. He pushed Yamapi into the seat, deliberately pushing one leg between Yamapi's knees. "Well, handsome, your considerate friend paid for a very nice, very private lap dance for you. Which means that you get to sit there and be the only one to enjoy what I'm about to do." His face hovered inches above Yamapi's, as his hands smoothed down Yamapi's shoulders and arm. "Just one rule. No touching unless I say you can."
Yamapi frowned lightly, his mouth pursing up as he considered the rule. "Okay."
Jin gave him a flirtatious look as he pulled back, his cock hardening at the soft sound of Yamapi's voice. He was a bit surprised at how good the other man sounded, expecting a some radical flaw that would jar the perfect image Yamapi presented. Jin walked over to fiddle with some buttons on the wall, looking up with satisfaction when the song he wanted started playing.
He turned around, eyes on Yamapi as he strutted towards him, his hips flaring out slightly. He licked his lips as he closed his eyes, letting the beat reverberate through his body and losing himself to the rhythm. The circular motion of his hips grew wider, making the fringes slap against his thighs as he danced.
Jin moved lithely, stretching his body to accentuate the way his hips were moving, swiveling them as he stalked towards Yamapi. He pushed the other man's knees wide apart, turning around to sit on his lap all while rocking his hips to the beat. He moved deliberately, his ass firmly against Yamapi's hardening cock. Jin gave a slight smile as he leaned to one side, a hand soft against Yamapi's smooth cheek.
Then he began to grind in earnest. Soft moans spilled from his mouth as he took one of Yamapi's hands and placed it on his chest, pushing the open vest even further off his shoulders and guiding those firm fingers up to his nipples. He tweaked them, using a bit of Yamapi's fingers and his own, feeling the other man twitch, scraping the small bud lightly. Yamapi was getting harder and Jin reveled in the knowledge of seducing him with a simple lap dance.
He pressed his back flush against Yamapi's chest, his face next to the other man as he rocked against him with each thud of the bass. Pulling himself away, he stood up, twirling around to face him and dancing slowly as the vest slid off his body.
He wasn't wearing much to begin with, left with only his hot pants and cowboy boots. He oozed back to Yamapi, sliding his hips onto his lap, arms around Yamapi's neck. He knelt up, making his way onto the lounge and standing up on it's cushion. He looked down to see Yamapi's face upturned, eyes focused on his with an occasional flicker down to Jin's cock moving in front of his face.
Jin reached up to grab the soft loops above his head, securing himself as he began to wiggle and thrust. He lifted his body up, cowboy boots planting themselves partially on the wall as he trapped Yamapi's head with his knees.
He pressed his tongue to his lips, letting go of Yamapi's face in favor of spreading his legs wide in the air, forming a V and twirling himself around so that his ass was in front of Yamapi as he settled his feet back onto the lounge chair. He let go of the soft loops, moving sinuously as he squatted down, moving down Yamapi's legs as his ankles planted themselves on Yamapi's strong shoulders.
His ass shook as Jin bit one knee lightly. He looked over his shoulder to wink and say slyly, "You can spank me lightly if you want to."
He watched Yamapi's flicker with interest as one hand was raised tentatively. Jin moaned at the feel of the hand caressing his bottom, squeezing one cheek rhythmically. He slid his legs off Yamapi's shoulders, spreading wider until his hips rested on Yamapi's lap. It made him harder and he ground down, his cock nestled in between Yamapi's thighs.
With each squeeze, Jin moaned louder, wiggling his cock as close as possible to Yamapi's until he was dry humping the man. With another bite to a knee, Jin slid off, turning to kneel on the ground and in between Yamapi's knees. He looked up, lips wet and parted, straight into Yamapi's eyes and reached down to stroke himself through the hot pants. He stood up, hooking fingers through the waistband and yanked them off, the invisible snaps popping open.
He pulled them off completely, baring himself to Yamapi's gaze as he reached down to stroke himself in a firm grip. He licked his lips once before parting them, his eyes focused on Yamapi's parted lips.
Letting go of his cock, Jin slid back onto Yamapi's lap, hands firmly on the wall. He flicked his gaze from Yamapi's mouth to his eyes, a tongue pressed to one corner. "Now that the lap dance your short friend paid for is over, what are we going to do now?" He breathed against Yamapi's dry lips.
Yamapi looked straight at Jin and said, "Can I touch you without your say so now?"
Jin paused for a moment, his hips pressed firmly against Yamapi, feeling Yamapi's interest hard and insistent against his own. "Yes."
Then he gasped because the feel of Yamapi's firm hands roaming his body in sure touches made him tremble. His mouth was captured and a persistent tongue entered, sliding against his own as they began to kiss furiously, all wet and sloppy.
Jin tightened his arms around Yamapi's neck, pressing his body closer as they kisssed, his hips rocking against Yamapi's. He nearly lost himself when he felt one hand grip his cock, stroking lightly. He pulled back from the intense kisses, lips bruised and hair mussed. "I don't fuck for money. If you want to fuck, then tell me you want it."
Yamapi's eyes burned into his, lips equally bruised before he smiled. "I've been wanting to fuck you since you touched my sweater." His other hand squeezed Jin's ass. "I've never wanted anyone this fast in my life."
Licking his lips and watching Yamapi's eyes follow the small movement, Jin nodded. "As long as we're clear that I'm not fucking you for money. I'm fucking you because I want you."
He watched Yamapi swallow hard, nodding back at him. Suddenly, he was flat on his back, cowboy boots up in the air as Yamapi began to kiss his way down Jin's neck to his chest. Jin began tugging clothes off of Yamapi, pushing the annoying fabric away as his fingers desperately sought smooth skin. He was rewarded moments later when Yamapi just tugged off his sweater, looking hot and sexy and intense as he did so.
Their mouths fused together, tongues sliding smoothly as Jin made soft mewling noises in the back of his throat, his hands working on Yamapi's belt and slacks. He shoved one hand down to grasp at Yamapi's cock, humming in pleasure as he found it smooth, hard, and comfortable in his hand.
Yamapi arched against Jin, fingers exploring everywhere, pausing when Jin broke the kiss to laugh into his open mouth when he slid across Jin's collarbone. "Hey, that tickles!" Jin giggled some more, squirming up against Yamapi, his booted feet hooked around Yamapi's legs.
He licked the bruised lips, slipping his tongue inside with a sigh and began to push Yamapi's pants off, boxers included. Yamapi bicycled his legs, pushing the rest of his clothes off after toeing off his shoes. Jin reached over to a small compartment in the wall, pushing it open to pull out a small bottle of lube.
At Yamapi's questioning look, Jin shrugged. "Sometimes they pay to watch us touch ourselves." Yamapi's eyes hardened. Jin was a bit startled but he gave a small, jaded smile. "I told you. I don't fuck for money. Doesn't mean that's the same with the other strippers."
Yamapi nodded, his eyes softening a bit as he glanced down between their sweat-slicked bodies. Jin tugged on Yamapi's hand, coating it with the gel before spreading his legs wide apart and pushing his hips up in a silent request.
He kissed Jin hard, slipping his hand between Jin's legs, smearing the gel around Jin's entrance, fingers gentle and teasing. Jin moaned, pressing against Yamapi's fingers, pushing insistently.
The finger slipped inside and Jin squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the intrusion. He arched his back, chest sliding slightly against Yamapi's, missing Yamapi's look of awe as rapture crossed his own face. He wiggled against the finger, fucking him slowly. A second finger entered, scissoring him open.
Jin opened his eyes enough to gaze at Yamapi, seeing his eyes on his own. He leaned up to bite the bruised lips, licking them slowly before sucking and nibbling. "Anytime now, loverboy. " He whispered, hitching one leg higher on Yamapi's waist.
"Put the condom on me." He whispered back.
Jin nodded, hands slipping down to grip Yamapi's cock firmly, one hand stroking him as the other pulled the soft latex out. He slid it down in a smooth motion, squeezing around Yamapi's cock before letting go.
"Ready?" Yamapi whispered against Jin's ear, nibbling on the soft lobe.
"Yeah." Jin keened lightly as he felt Yamapi slide inside him slowly, inch by inch. He was touched by the gentleness the other man showed, feeling a bit more cherished if there was such a thing could develop between them in a single night.
Yamapi was patient, waiting for Jin to adjust to him before moving, rocking against Jin just to listen to the breathy noises coming from those bruised lips before he slid almost out. He pushed back in, Jin's body welcoming him deep inside.
It was satisfying. The unconscious rocking to the heavy thud of the bass booming in the club, the obvious pleasure in Yamapi's face as Jin matched him, stroke for stroke, the way Jin tightened his legs around Yamapi's waist in an effort to get closer. Jin hadn't looked for it but relished in having found someone who was able to reach this deep. It was unexpected and Jin was too lost in the euphoric haze to remember his walls, his boundaries when he was with people, especially people at work.
Yamapi began to increase his rhythm, fucking Jin harder and harder into the lounge chair, desperate to watch Jin lose control. Jin bit his lower lip, arching his neck and stared at Yamapi's eyes through lowered lashes. Then, Jin felt Yamapi's hand around his cock, stroking him fast between their slippery bodies and he came hard, unable to stop his cries.
They were soon swallowed as Yamapi crushed his own mouth against Jin. Jin trembled, feeling Yamapi thrust frantically a few more times before coming hard inside him. Wrapping his arms around Yamapi, he panted, still twitching slightly as he took a few moments to come down.
"Jin."
Yamapi raised his head, a confused look apparent on his face. "Eh?"
"My real name." Jin looked slightly past Yamapi's ear, focusing on the soft colored strobe light in the corner of the ceiling. "It's Jin. Bakanishi is just my stage name."
He missed the way Yamapi mouthed his name, feeling only the soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"Tomohisa is my first name but everyone calls me Yamapi." His husky voice in Jin's ear made him shiver a bit, his body tightening slightly from the goosebumps as their sweat cooled on their bodies.
"I'll call you Pi." Jin said brashly, finally looking straight at him. They smiled, wide dorky smiles before bursting into light laughter. Yamapi moved carefully off, watching Jin stretch his body lengthwise beneath him.
Jin moved gingerly, wiping himself and Yamapi clean with a small red towel that was in the secret compartment. He tugged his clothes (hot pants and vest!) on before helping Yamapi with his, smoothing the soft, expensive sweater down Yamapi's defined chest and kissing him lightly in between strokes. It was almost like Yamapi was a lover, sweet and wanting and there only for him but Jin remembered that he was at work and Yamapi was a patron and not a boyfriend.
Jin picked up the forgotten shot glass Uchi had left on the table near the door. He took the shot, holding it in his mouth and turned to kiss Yamapi, sharing the burning liquid with him. Yamapi's tongue chased his, tasting the droplets off his tongue before parting reluctantly. Jin smiled, pulling away from him completely.
"Thank you." Yamapi said in a quiet voice. Jin froze.
"For the lap dance! Not what....not what happened afterwards." Yamapi said hastily when he caught sight of Jin's face. "That. That was amazing. What happened afterwards."
Jin gave him a small grin, studying Yamapi's face as if he was committing it to memory since he probably would never see him again. "Thank your short friend for the lap dance. He paid for it." Jin turned to walk towards the door, stopping only when Yamapi caught his wrist.
"Um. Jin." Yamapi pursed his lips, ducking his head a little so that his bangs would cover his eyes. "Would you like to....um...go out to eat when you get off work tonight?"
Jin stared at Yamapi. "No."
Yamapi's head came up to stare at Jin, shock and a little bit of despair in his eyes.
Jin moved up to caress Yamapi's cheek. "But I would like breakfast the next time you come."
Yamapi blinked several times before nodding, a huge grin on his face and his nose scrunched up as Jin took his hand and lead him out the door, back to his group.
"Here you go, shorty. Brought him back just for you." He caroled at Nishikido, pushing Yamapi down in the empty seat next to him. "Hope you had some good luck with Uchi-kun." He whispered in Nishikido's ear, biting his lobe lightly. He laughed as he fingered a goodbye, sauntering away back to the bar and ignoring Nishikido's red-faced sputtering and the group teasing him.
A week later, Jin looked in the mirror. He adjusted the huge aviator glasses before standing up straight, tugging on the skirt of his sexy cop uniform Yasuda ("Yassan!! Call me Yassan!") insisted that he wore. It was drag night and it happened to land on one of the nights he worked. Satisfied, he picked up the cap and settled it on his head, walking out to the stage to peek through the curtains. He scanned the crowd, his gaze landing on one particular man and his short friend.
Grinning crookedly, Jin let the curtain drop. He was looking forward to breakfast.
Started 10/05/07
Finished 10/15/07
Title: Rotational Values
Fandom: NewS, KAT-TUN
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Pin (Yamapi/Jin)
Warnings: PURE SMUT. :|
Disclaimer: Don't know the boys in real life (D:) nor is the story true.
Length: 5,409 words.
AN: So I was staring at a picture of pretty, pretty Jin on the front of the Dec. Myojo (a sneak preview!) on 4_03_am's journal and we were talking about poledancing. :| Which led to this fic. Thanks to bloodybrilliant, mousapelli, jackoweskla, wintersjuly, and karinberry for listening to me whine about this fic consuming me, for encouraging me to finish it despite a really hectic RL, and for spamming them with bits and pieces and loving it. Dedicated to jackoweskla because I owe her a poledancing fic (THIS IS IT, BETH!). I hope you guys enjoy this as it is officially the longest thing I've ever written.
Jin looked coyly over his shoulder at the hot guy sitting at the edge of the stage, a knowing smile meant to seduce as his hips shook. He grabbed the pole and slowly bent down, knees flaring wide as his hips circled, making the fringes on his hot pants shake and shimmy rhythmically to the heavy bass booming in the strip bar. He slid his fingers sensually up the pole, stretching his arms up to show off the muscles in his bared back, the heavy stage lights already slicking his skin with sweat.
He had been approached earlier by a man named Nishikido who wanted to pay him to put on a really good show for someone named "Yamapi". Nishikido then pointed out 'Yamapi' sitting amongst a group of friends, laughing and drinking. He told Jin something about cheering this 'Yamapi' up since he was dumped by a 'Kame' for some rich, old lady. Jin didn't really care too much about the details since Nishikido was short and sort of hot and he paid a lot of money. Jin took it with a wide grin and a sultry promise to put on a very good show.
Biting his lower lip, he pulled his body upwards, inching up the pole just enough to spread his legs wide and up into the air, forming a V and tilting his head back far enough that he nearly touched the floor of the stage with the tips of his hair. This pose, Jin knew, allowed the viewer to see down his chest, to see that he had a pole pressed against his ass. It was all about fantasy and titillation and Jin was the best at it.
Jin loosened his grip on the pole, sliding down slowly. His eyes slid shut as he felt the smooth pole rub against his entrance, making him shudder ever so slightly and his cock grow harder. The intense stare of the hot guy made him shiver and he imagined how those full, puckered lips would feel against his skin.
He pulled himself up against the pole, twisting around it slightly to let the patrons stare at his profile. Pressing against the warmed metal, he body-rolled slowly, exaggerating the arch of his body as he moved against the pole.
As his hips pushed forward, he made sure that the outline of his hard cock was seen on the outer edge of the pole, peeking slightly around his thighs. Stealing a quick peek at 'Yamapi', he gave a secret grin, one corner of his lips quirking up as he rubbed the pole up and down deliberately with one hand, humping the pole in sharp quick motions.
Letting his gaze scan the room, Jin twirled around the pole a few more times, making sure he had almost everyone's attention before doing anything else. Satisfied that all eyes were on him, Jin nodded cockily at the DJ. DJ Nakamaru waved a hand and started a throbbing beat that echoed through the club. A low and sexy voice began to sing and Jin started to dance.
Hips thrusting forward, arms moving gracefully, body twisting around and sliding on the pole, Jin did it all. He threw sultry looks at everyone, biting his lip as he ground against the pole, looking like he was going to orgasm at any moment. But each time he threw a glance at different customers in the place, his eyes would slide back to stare at 'Yamapi' for a few moments.
Jin began to sing along, holding Yamapi's gaze and strutting away from the pole as he continued to wiggle his hips, making the fringe swing out. Yamapi stared back, his face impassive but his eyes showing flickers of interest as he ignored Nishikido's elbow digging into his side.
He knew exactly when to do a spin, only to drop down to his knees, one leg wrapped around and licking his lips slowly. He continued to mouth the lyrics as he got onto his knees, spreading them wide as his hands roamed his bare chest, tweaking a nipple before moving up to his face and hair. He arched his back slightly as one finger rubbed his lower lip, gaze still locked onto Yamapi.
Slowly, he pushed his knees together before standing up, rocking his body as he continued to sing and dance on the stage, the fringe moving in counterpoint. The cowboy boots clacked against the stage as he shimmied straight to Yamapi, dropping down to press his face close to Yamapi's face to deliberately stare at Yamapi's lips before flicking his gaze up to the man's eyes. He smirked, winking once as he trailed his hand down Yamapi's expensive sweater, lingering over the soft feel as he moaned a soft noise of approval, tongue pressed to one corner of his mouth.
He pressed the other hand against Yamapi's cheek as he knelt in front of him, moving and gyrating his hips. Jin smirked lightly as he tossed his head around, fully hard at thought of taking this man to the back room and fucking him senseless, wearing only his cowboy boots.
Jin moved sinuously to one side, sliding over to face Nishikido. His gaze became more challenging, quirking an eyebrow to dare him to say something about his performance. He continued to thrust his chest out, circling around and around to the song, one hand reaching out to sensually touch Nishikido's neck, a finger sliding down his jaw before withdrawing back.
He winked once more at Nishikido before crawling over to the next man, making sure his bum was still wiggling slightly and that everyone got a good glimpse of his tight ass. The next man was also hot, as well as the one after him. Jin was in his element, dancing and teasing, promising seduction with his eyes and the curve of his lips.
When the song was over, he strutted back to the pole, smooth and sleek. He stood with his back to the crowd as the first few bars of the next song played. Wiggling his hips lightly to the time to make the fringes sway, he hooked a finger around the waistband and started to drag it down slightly, revealing smooth skin.
Lower and lower the waistband slid on one side, revealing a black strap. He looked over his shoulder, his tongue pressed to one side as he grinned widely, winking through the strands of his light brown hair. A finger slipped down the waistband on the other side and he shook his hips quickly before pulling the back of his hot pants all the way down, revealing a thin band of fabric going across the top of his ass and two more following the curves as if someone cut out the back of a pair of speedos, leaving his cheeks bare to the touch of intense eyes watching his every move.
He turned around, leaning against the pole, moving his body sinuously as he tilted his back and lowered his lashes. One hand was still hooked in the waistband but the other left to trail soft fingers up his chest until it reached his mouth. He sucked on the tip, his tongue flicking out to curl around it as he held Yamapi's gaze.
One corner of his lip curled even higher as he glanced to the side to gaze at the other people in the club, wetting the tip of his finger. He stood up, a few inches away from the pole and unsnapped the hidden snaps of his hot pants as the wet finger made it's way down Jin's front until his hand rested on his hard cock.
Swiveling around, he unsnapped the other side, holding onto the fabric as he began to thrust his hips as if it was an extension of his cock. He moved as if the music took hold of him and made love to him. He tossed his hair from side to side, biting his lower lip before tossing fabric to one side and revealing tight black fabric that outlined his hard cock very clearly.
With each beat of the bass booming throughout the small place, Jin stroked himself as he made his way towards Nishikido and Yamapi. He paused a few times in his sensual strut to shake his ass, squatting close to the ground before lifting his ass up and standing up straight, throwing smirks at fascinated patrons before stopping in front of the hot guy staring only at him.
Jin could feel his eyes boring into him, a piercing gaze that took in every detail as he moved. He dropped to his hands and knees, body stretching out as he arched and then spread his legs wide. Biting his lower lip, Jin thrust his hips forward in quick, sharp motions.
One hand reached down to continue stroking his hard cock, unabashedly flirting with everyone else as he now avoided Yamapi's gaze, choosing to wink wickedly at Nishikido and the rest of his group. As the music began to spin to a crescendo, a wordless cue to wrap things up, Jin gradually stood up, hands and hair flying everywhere as he lost himself to the beat.
Jin strutted back to the pole, grabbing it with one hand to spin around it, legs spread wide before turning his back on the crowd once more. At the peak of the song, Jin swiveled his hips one last time before tearing his tiny briefs off, one hand fisting the fabric in the air as he looked over the opposite shoulder with saucy grin. The lights cut out and he disappeared quickly into the curtain behind the pole.
He knew he had gone a bit too far in the show, doing a few more risque things than he normally did but Nishikido paid a lot of money and Yamapi was really hot. Jin sighed as he pulled on his hot pants and matching leather vest as well as the leather cuffs that the costume designer, Yasuda ("Call me Yassan!"), insisted went with the outfit. He checked his hair in the mirror, noting how wilted it look after being under the bright stage lights. He gave it a half-hearted fluff with one hand as Joker, a fellow stripper whose gimmick was to be the "stripper with Gangsta Style", popped his head in the dressing room.
"Yo, Bakanishi. Some hot guy is asking for you to come out. Something about paying really well for a lap dance." Joker said bluntly.
"Is he short and sort of cute?" Jin replied back, nearly done fluffing before noticing a growing zit on his jawline. He quickly concealed it with a small concealer stick, hoping it wouldn't grow any bigger as he willed it to go away. "Or is he quiet and sort of broody with the hot hair?"
Joker stepped into the room, passing by the chairs and mirrors and the counters littered with makeup and random accessories. "He's got a big mouth for a short guy."
"Oh. Nishikido." Jin pulled back and blinked at himself in the mirror.
"Yeah. He's waiting outside the door." Joker tugged up his sagging shorts. "Hey, Bakanishi, you should let me spit some rhymes while Nakamaru beatboxes during your one of your performances! We'll make a great song for you!"
Jin turned around to look at Joker, reaching out to tug on the brim of the baseball cap, twisting it to one side so he could see his face. "No way! All that spitting noises would be horrible to dance to!" Jin grinned and walked out, his short break over.
He found Nishikido waiting at the small table outside the door to the dressing room. He looked over to find Uchi, the waiter in shiny black outfit and spiked collar around his neck. Uchi's black eyelinered eyes caught Jin's and nodded. Jin turned his attention to Nishikido, ignoring the looks of the other patrons as he settled his hands in the table. "What do you want?"
"That was a nice performance." Nishikido started, his hands in his pocket. "What do you charge for a lap dance?"
"Depends. Is it for you or your friend?" Jin replied, smiling slightly at Uchi when he placed a small glass in front of Jin. He picked it up, raising it in a silent salute at the bartender, who raised his own. He took the shot quickly, feeling the familiar burn down his throat to his belly. Kusano always did make the best drinks, even when he was experimenting and creating different cocktails.
Nishikido watched Jin through hooded eyes. "For Yamapi."
Setting the glass down, Jin pressed the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth, an unconscious habit that showed whenever he was thinking. "A lap dance costs more than the show, you know. And it's in a private room. Just me and him."
Just then, a small, sweet-faced figure came up to Nishikido, tugging on the man's sleeve. "Ryo-tan! Did he agree?"
"Be patient, Tego-nyan."
"Okay. But he's getting impatient to go home if we don't do something soon! Keii-chan and Shige can't hold his attention for very long!"
Nishikido just stared at Jin, who was gazing around the club, winking at various patrons who were obviously waiting for Jin to be done talking to him. "Deal. Name the price."
Jin named a amount that was easily twice the amount Nishikido paid for the show. The shorter man paid it without hesitation, pulling out another wallet to rifle through the yen.
"Ryo-tan, is that Shige's wallet?!" exclaimed 'Tego-nyan'.
Nishikido just grunted, handing over the money to Jin, who tucked it safely into a secret compartment in his boots. "Yeah. He's paying half of this one. He just doesn't know it yet."
Looking at Jin, he gave a wicked grin and leaned in close to whisper in Jin's ear. "Better make it a good show. He thinks you're hot even if he doesn't want to admit it."
Just then, 'Tego-nyan' blurted out. "What about that hot waiter you keep ogling, Ryo-tan? Are you gonna get a lap dance from him too?"
Nishikido frowned, trying to hide his reddening cheeks. "No." He said gruffly. "Let's go back to the table. It's your turn to buy us all drinks." He slung an arm around Tego-nyan and pulled him towards their group, ignoring Jin's raised brow and smirk.
Jin let out a soft laugh and wandered towards the bar, empty glass in hand. "Thanks for the drink, Kusano." Setting down the glass, he picked up the glass of water Kusano placed in front of him and drained it. He didn't like drinking too much while working, making sure to drink a lot of water in between the rounds of alcohol. Jin waited another few moments, letting Nishikido settle back with his group. Uchi walked up to the bar with their latest order of alcohol.
"Hey, Uchi-kun." He tapped Uchi's shoulder, slyly noticing the way Nishikido's eyes were watching them. "See any hot guys you like?"
"What?" Uchi laughed slightly, a surprised smile on his face. "What makes you say that?"
"Because." Jin drank a third of the glass of water that Kusano refilled. "There seems to be a short and hot guy who keeps watching you."
Uchi looked down at the glasses, missing Kusano's teasing smile and the wink Jin and Kusano exchanged. "I don't know what you mean, Jin-kun."
Jin slung a friendly arm around Uchi's shoulder, leaning in close to whisper, "Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough. If you don't already know."
Jin bumped his hips into Uchi's and aimed a soft smile. "I'm off to work. Kusano, get me another shot in a few, okay? Uchi, bring it to the King Room. Got a private there."
Setting off towards Yamapi and his paying friends, Jin paused here and there to flirt and talk to some of the regular patrons. He felt that intense gaze on him, pulling him deeper towards the group.
Jin finally made it to the group, sliding a hand down the crisp blue shirt that a man with small eyes was wearing. He winked at him as he moved across another man with a spiky mohawk, stealing his glasses and putting them on himself. He tugged the glasses low enough so he could gaze over the red rims, winking again at Tego-nyan who merely grinned at him.
He spun around to sit on Nishikido's lap, pulling the frames off to set one end on his parted lips, a sly look to his left where Yamapi was sitting. He found Yamapi's gaze firmly settled on him, watching his every move especially when Jin rocked against Nishikido's lap and felt something stirring. He let out another laugh as he stood up and nestled the glasses in the hair of the round-faced man sitting on the other side of Tego-nyan, wiping away the small droplet of alcohol with the pad of his thumb and then sucking on it. "Hello, boys."
He reached out to caress Yamapi's jawline. "I think I have to have a private word with someone." His voice became even huskier as he slid his hand down to catch Yamapi's hand, tugging the man up. "I promise to bring him back....later. Don't worry, Uchi-kun will take really good care of you. Won't you, Uchi?" Jin smiled at Uchi who came up to take the group's next round of drinks. He stepped slightly back, flush against Yamapi as he wiggled his hips to the music.
With another wink at Nishikido, Jin pulled Yamapi towards the King room.
Walking into the opulently decorated room, Jin tugged Yamapi to one wall where there was a lounge chair in all golds and red accents. He pushed Yamapi into the seat, deliberately pushing one leg between Yamapi's knees. "Well, handsome, your considerate friend paid for a very nice, very private lap dance for you. Which means that you get to sit there and be the only one to enjoy what I'm about to do." His face hovered inches above Yamapi's, as his hands smoothed down Yamapi's shoulders and arm. "Just one rule. No touching unless I say you can."
Yamapi frowned lightly, his mouth pursing up as he considered the rule. "Okay."
Jin gave him a flirtatious look as he pulled back, his cock hardening at the soft sound of Yamapi's voice. He was a bit surprised at how good the other man sounded, expecting a some radical flaw that would jar the perfect image Yamapi presented. Jin walked over to fiddle with some buttons on the wall, looking up with satisfaction when the song he wanted started playing.
He turned around, eyes on Yamapi as he strutted towards him, his hips flaring out slightly. He licked his lips as he closed his eyes, letting the beat reverberate through his body and losing himself to the rhythm. The circular motion of his hips grew wider, making the fringes slap against his thighs as he danced.
Jin moved lithely, stretching his body to accentuate the way his hips were moving, swiveling them as he stalked towards Yamapi. He pushed the other man's knees wide apart, turning around to sit on his lap all while rocking his hips to the beat. He moved deliberately, his ass firmly against Yamapi's hardening cock. Jin gave a slight smile as he leaned to one side, a hand soft against Yamapi's smooth cheek.
Then he began to grind in earnest. Soft moans spilled from his mouth as he took one of Yamapi's hands and placed it on his chest, pushing the open vest even further off his shoulders and guiding those firm fingers up to his nipples. He tweaked them, using a bit of Yamapi's fingers and his own, feeling the other man twitch, scraping the small bud lightly. Yamapi was getting harder and Jin reveled in the knowledge of seducing him with a simple lap dance.
He pressed his back flush against Yamapi's chest, his face next to the other man as he rocked against him with each thud of the bass. Pulling himself away, he stood up, twirling around to face him and dancing slowly as the vest slid off his body.
He wasn't wearing much to begin with, left with only his hot pants and cowboy boots. He oozed back to Yamapi, sliding his hips onto his lap, arms around Yamapi's neck. He knelt up, making his way onto the lounge and standing up on it's cushion. He looked down to see Yamapi's face upturned, eyes focused on his with an occasional flicker down to Jin's cock moving in front of his face.
Jin reached up to grab the soft loops above his head, securing himself as he began to wiggle and thrust. He lifted his body up, cowboy boots planting themselves partially on the wall as he trapped Yamapi's head with his knees.
He pressed his tongue to his lips, letting go of Yamapi's face in favor of spreading his legs wide in the air, forming a V and twirling himself around so that his ass was in front of Yamapi as he settled his feet back onto the lounge chair. He let go of the soft loops, moving sinuously as he squatted down, moving down Yamapi's legs as his ankles planted themselves on Yamapi's strong shoulders.
His ass shook as Jin bit one knee lightly. He looked over his shoulder to wink and say slyly, "You can spank me lightly if you want to."
He watched Yamapi's flicker with interest as one hand was raised tentatively. Jin moaned at the feel of the hand caressing his bottom, squeezing one cheek rhythmically. He slid his legs off Yamapi's shoulders, spreading wider until his hips rested on Yamapi's lap. It made him harder and he ground down, his cock nestled in between Yamapi's thighs.
With each squeeze, Jin moaned louder, wiggling his cock as close as possible to Yamapi's until he was dry humping the man. With another bite to a knee, Jin slid off, turning to kneel on the ground and in between Yamapi's knees. He looked up, lips wet and parted, straight into Yamapi's eyes and reached down to stroke himself through the hot pants. He stood up, hooking fingers through the waistband and yanked them off, the invisible snaps popping open.
He pulled them off completely, baring himself to Yamapi's gaze as he reached down to stroke himself in a firm grip. He licked his lips once before parting them, his eyes focused on Yamapi's parted lips.
Letting go of his cock, Jin slid back onto Yamapi's lap, hands firmly on the wall. He flicked his gaze from Yamapi's mouth to his eyes, a tongue pressed to one corner. "Now that the lap dance your short friend paid for is over, what are we going to do now?" He breathed against Yamapi's dry lips.
Yamapi looked straight at Jin and said, "Can I touch you without your say so now?"
Jin paused for a moment, his hips pressed firmly against Yamapi, feeling Yamapi's interest hard and insistent against his own. "Yes."
Then he gasped because the feel of Yamapi's firm hands roaming his body in sure touches made him tremble. His mouth was captured and a persistent tongue entered, sliding against his own as they began to kiss furiously, all wet and sloppy.
Jin tightened his arms around Yamapi's neck, pressing his body closer as they kisssed, his hips rocking against Yamapi's. He nearly lost himself when he felt one hand grip his cock, stroking lightly. He pulled back from the intense kisses, lips bruised and hair mussed. "I don't fuck for money. If you want to fuck, then tell me you want it."
Yamapi's eyes burned into his, lips equally bruised before he smiled. "I've been wanting to fuck you since you touched my sweater." His other hand squeezed Jin's ass. "I've never wanted anyone this fast in my life."
Licking his lips and watching Yamapi's eyes follow the small movement, Jin nodded. "As long as we're clear that I'm not fucking you for money. I'm fucking you because I want you."
He watched Yamapi swallow hard, nodding back at him. Suddenly, he was flat on his back, cowboy boots up in the air as Yamapi began to kiss his way down Jin's neck to his chest. Jin began tugging clothes off of Yamapi, pushing the annoying fabric away as his fingers desperately sought smooth skin. He was rewarded moments later when Yamapi just tugged off his sweater, looking hot and sexy and intense as he did so.
Their mouths fused together, tongues sliding smoothly as Jin made soft mewling noises in the back of his throat, his hands working on Yamapi's belt and slacks. He shoved one hand down to grasp at Yamapi's cock, humming in pleasure as he found it smooth, hard, and comfortable in his hand.
Yamapi arched against Jin, fingers exploring everywhere, pausing when Jin broke the kiss to laugh into his open mouth when he slid across Jin's collarbone. "Hey, that tickles!" Jin giggled some more, squirming up against Yamapi, his booted feet hooked around Yamapi's legs.
He licked the bruised lips, slipping his tongue inside with a sigh and began to push Yamapi's pants off, boxers included. Yamapi bicycled his legs, pushing the rest of his clothes off after toeing off his shoes. Jin reached over to a small compartment in the wall, pushing it open to pull out a small bottle of lube.
At Yamapi's questioning look, Jin shrugged. "Sometimes they pay to watch us touch ourselves." Yamapi's eyes hardened. Jin was a bit startled but he gave a small, jaded smile. "I told you. I don't fuck for money. Doesn't mean that's the same with the other strippers."
Yamapi nodded, his eyes softening a bit as he glanced down between their sweat-slicked bodies. Jin tugged on Yamapi's hand, coating it with the gel before spreading his legs wide apart and pushing his hips up in a silent request.
He kissed Jin hard, slipping his hand between Jin's legs, smearing the gel around Jin's entrance, fingers gentle and teasing. Jin moaned, pressing against Yamapi's fingers, pushing insistently.
The finger slipped inside and Jin squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the intrusion. He arched his back, chest sliding slightly against Yamapi's, missing Yamapi's look of awe as rapture crossed his own face. He wiggled against the finger, fucking him slowly. A second finger entered, scissoring him open.
Jin opened his eyes enough to gaze at Yamapi, seeing his eyes on his own. He leaned up to bite the bruised lips, licking them slowly before sucking and nibbling. "Anytime now, loverboy. " He whispered, hitching one leg higher on Yamapi's waist.
"Put the condom on me." He whispered back.
Jin nodded, hands slipping down to grip Yamapi's cock firmly, one hand stroking him as the other pulled the soft latex out. He slid it down in a smooth motion, squeezing around Yamapi's cock before letting go.
"Ready?" Yamapi whispered against Jin's ear, nibbling on the soft lobe.
"Yeah." Jin keened lightly as he felt Yamapi slide inside him slowly, inch by inch. He was touched by the gentleness the other man showed, feeling a bit more cherished if there was such a thing could develop between them in a single night.
Yamapi was patient, waiting for Jin to adjust to him before moving, rocking against Jin just to listen to the breathy noises coming from those bruised lips before he slid almost out. He pushed back in, Jin's body welcoming him deep inside.
It was satisfying. The unconscious rocking to the heavy thud of the bass booming in the club, the obvious pleasure in Yamapi's face as Jin matched him, stroke for stroke, the way Jin tightened his legs around Yamapi's waist in an effort to get closer. Jin hadn't looked for it but relished in having found someone who was able to reach this deep. It was unexpected and Jin was too lost in the euphoric haze to remember his walls, his boundaries when he was with people, especially people at work.
Yamapi began to increase his rhythm, fucking Jin harder and harder into the lounge chair, desperate to watch Jin lose control. Jin bit his lower lip, arching his neck and stared at Yamapi's eyes through lowered lashes. Then, Jin felt Yamapi's hand around his cock, stroking him fast between their slippery bodies and he came hard, unable to stop his cries.
They were soon swallowed as Yamapi crushed his own mouth against Jin. Jin trembled, feeling Yamapi thrust frantically a few more times before coming hard inside him. Wrapping his arms around Yamapi, he panted, still twitching slightly as he took a few moments to come down.
"Jin."
Yamapi raised his head, a confused look apparent on his face. "Eh?"
"My real name." Jin looked slightly past Yamapi's ear, focusing on the soft colored strobe light in the corner of the ceiling. "It's Jin. Bakanishi is just my stage name."
He missed the way Yamapi mouthed his name, feeling only the soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"Tomohisa is my first name but everyone calls me Yamapi." His husky voice in Jin's ear made him shiver a bit, his body tightening slightly from the goosebumps as their sweat cooled on their bodies.
"I'll call you Pi." Jin said brashly, finally looking straight at him. They smiled, wide dorky smiles before bursting into light laughter. Yamapi moved carefully off, watching Jin stretch his body lengthwise beneath him.
Jin moved gingerly, wiping himself and Yamapi clean with a small red towel that was in the secret compartment. He tugged his clothes (hot pants and vest!) on before helping Yamapi with his, smoothing the soft, expensive sweater down Yamapi's defined chest and kissing him lightly in between strokes. It was almost like Yamapi was a lover, sweet and wanting and there only for him but Jin remembered that he was at work and Yamapi was a patron and not a boyfriend.
Jin picked up the forgotten shot glass Uchi had left on the table near the door. He took the shot, holding it in his mouth and turned to kiss Yamapi, sharing the burning liquid with him. Yamapi's tongue chased his, tasting the droplets off his tongue before parting reluctantly. Jin smiled, pulling away from him completely.
"Thank you." Yamapi said in a quiet voice. Jin froze.
"For the lap dance! Not what....not what happened afterwards." Yamapi said hastily when he caught sight of Jin's face. "That. That was amazing. What happened afterwards."
Jin gave him a small grin, studying Yamapi's face as if he was committing it to memory since he probably would never see him again. "Thank your short friend for the lap dance. He paid for it." Jin turned to walk towards the door, stopping only when Yamapi caught his wrist.
"Um. Jin." Yamapi pursed his lips, ducking his head a little so that his bangs would cover his eyes. "Would you like to....um...go out to eat when you get off work tonight?"
Jin stared at Yamapi. "No."
Yamapi's head came up to stare at Jin, shock and a little bit of despair in his eyes.
Jin moved up to caress Yamapi's cheek. "But I would like breakfast the next time you come."
Yamapi blinked several times before nodding, a huge grin on his face and his nose scrunched up as Jin took his hand and lead him out the door, back to his group.
"Here you go, shorty. Brought him back just for you." He caroled at Nishikido, pushing Yamapi down in the empty seat next to him. "Hope you had some good luck with Uchi-kun." He whispered in Nishikido's ear, biting his lobe lightly. He laughed as he fingered a goodbye, sauntering away back to the bar and ignoring Nishikido's red-faced sputtering and the group teasing him.
A week later, Jin looked in the mirror. He adjusted the huge aviator glasses before standing up straight, tugging on the skirt of his sexy cop uniform Yasuda ("Yassan!! Call me Yassan!") insisted that he wore. It was drag night and it happened to land on one of the nights he worked. Satisfied, he picked up the cap and settled it on his head, walking out to the stage to peek through the curtains. He scanned the crowd, his gaze landing on one particular man and his short friend.
Grinning crookedly, Jin let the curtain drop. He was looking forward to breakfast.
Started 10/05/07
Finished 10/15/07