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Title: Seriously Drunk
Pairing: Akame
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drunk loljk Romance, Smut
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t own them.
Summary: Kame is drunk. So is Jin.
Author's Note: Wrote this one-shot in a rush and on a whim. Forgive any errors. Hope you enjoy!
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“I was kidding! Kidding, okay!” Jin hazily pleaded of the others, to no avail, as he was dragged down the hallway.
Well, he was half kidding anyway.
Jin wasn’t gay, but he wasn’t exclusively straight either. God knows how many men he’d kissed. Somehow, sexuality was one of those things you ceased to think about when your blood alcohol level is way past the healthy limit.
Part of him had always wondered what it would be like to, well, mess around with Kame. Touch him here and there. Kiss him. It was impossible, simply impossible, not to think about Kame that way. He always wondered if Kame’s co-stars in dramas and colleagues in the industry were immune to his malice, because Jin definitely wasn’t.
But it was an offhand comment when he said that he’d want to try and kiss Kame tonight. It was a random thought that he comfortably let out, knowing that everyone else was just as insane with much party and alcohol in their system. They weren’t supposed to do anything but laugh about it.
“Akanishi, you can look at this as both a gift and a punishment, depending on your outlook in life!” Tanaka Koki drunkenly declared as he tightened his grip on Jin’s right wrist, earning laughter from the three other men who were quite equally wasted.
“This is not funny at all!” Jin cried, trying to sound just as inebriated (his alcohol tolerance was definitely higher) as he twisted his arms to break free.
Ueda’s firm hold was on his left arm, and the guy laughed like a maniac (Rather out of character, Jin thought) as he and Koki managed to shove the former KAT-TUN member into the room without holding the door wide open. Koki gave a last harsh push at Jin’s shoulders and, with more laughter, Taguchi shut the bedroom door, the lock sounding with a loud snap.
“Fuck,” Jin said under his breath as his butt hit the cold marble floor, determined not to fulfill what the others wished he would do inside here.
“Party over yet?” came a raspy, half-asleep voice from the king-size bed in the middle of the room.
Jin strained to see in the dark and saw that Kame was lying on his stomach, the blurry outline of his face and the feeble light reflection of his eyes turned in Jin’s direction.
“It’s your own fucking party, Kame,” Jin said, standing up. “You should be the one calling it quits when you feel like it.”
Indeed, it was Kame’s 25th birthday party. Well, the unofficial one. He and the rest of KAT-TUN decided to celebrate it privately and a week ahead of the publicized Johnny’s Entertainment sponsored birthday bash and, as Akanishi was still in Japan, he was invited. While Jin was surprised that he was welcome, he didn’t think twice about it. He wanted to catch up with the boys.
“I’m already exhausted, but if you guys are enjoying, you should carry on,” the younger man replied in the same lazy voice, never moving a muscle.
Jin walked to the bed and plopped down beside Kame’s sprawled legs, taking care not to sit on them. Or touch them at all.
“Some joke, this is,” he muttered again, letting his hands rest on the bed’s edge.
“What joke?” Kame said, his voice muffled. Jin turned to see that Kame was now lying face down.
“Oi baka,” the soloist said, tapping Kame on the shoulder harshly. “You’re going to suffocate yourself and die if you do that.”
Kame grunted and ever slowly turned, proceeding to lie on his back. Jin immediately regretted telling him to do so.
There Kame was, lying spread-eagled right in the middle of the bed. His shirt buttons were only halfway done so that his chest, slowly rising and falling as he breathed heavily, was exposed. His tiny nipples were hard, Jin noted, probably due to the cold temperature of the room. Kame’s belt buckle was undone, but his denim pants were thankfully secure over his hipbones. Jin’s breath caught in his chest as his eyes wandered over Kame’s crotch area.
“What joke are you talking about?” Kame said again, louder this time.
“N - nothing,” Jin replied, looking away. His cheeks felt hot. The alcohol was starting to get to him.
To Jin’s right, Kame shuffled, the fabric of his clothes rustling against the bed sheets he had managed to dishevel, but Jin did not dare steal another glance. That is, until he heard the clink of metal against metal.
“What are you doing?!” Jin let out a strangled yell, jumping from the bed.
Kame’s hands were on his pants, working to undo the button and zipper that held them in place. The sound Jin heard was apparently Kame fumbling with his already unfastened belt.
“I feel hot,” Kame replied, his eyes closed. His hands were still laboring over the waist of his pants.
“You can cool yourself with other means, idiot!” Jin said, coming near the bed again and yanking Kame’s hands away from his pants. “You don’t have to undress yourself! Not now, anyway!”
Kame laughed an intoxicated, careless laugh. Jin doubted he was even aware that he made that sound.
“It’s not funny,” Jin said, scowling.
“Come back on the bed, Akanishi,” Kame said, his voice turning hoarse, a small smile on his lips. “It’s not like I bite when I’m drunk or anything.”
Jin swore Kame was doing it on purpose.
The moment he heard the word “bite,” Jin instantly felt his own pants tighten. Kamenashi Kazuya just gave me a hard on? Jin asked himself, the little voice in his head tinged with incredulity. Staying in his spot would not be advisable, of course. Any moment, Kame might open his eyes and glance at Jin, and the older man’s crotch was easily at eyelevel in Kame’s lying position. Jin decided it best to sit down where he previously did, taking care, yet again, not to touch any part of Kame.
“So that’s the joke?” Kame said as the bed tipped slightly with Jin’s weight. “Being trapped in here with me?”
Jin stared at the wall for a bit, deciding on whether discussing a cruel joke with a drunk Kame was a good thing to do or not.
“Are you scared?” Kame spoke again.
Jin thought the question was weird. But then, what kind of questions did he expect from a wasted guy?
“Why would I be scared?” Jin said, sitting back on the bed with his arms supporting him. “It’s not like you’re going to bite me or anything, right?” he added with a smirk.
Sitting back on the bed was apparently a bad idea. Kame chuckled, or more like sniffed, and then threw one leg over Jin’s thigh, his foot resting directly over the older’s growing erection. Jin caught himself from wincing just in time.
“No, no, I don’t bite,” Kame said, his eyes clamped shut and his face contorted into an expression halfway between childish annoyance and amusement. “I promise, I don’t.”
Jin was frozen in his position. Was Kame dreaming already? He sounded like it.
“I don’t bite,” Kame repeated as he propped himself up on his elbows, eyes still closed.
The movement caused his foot to gently graze over Jin’s already stimulated groin area, and Jin bit at his lip to prevent a moan from escaping.
“What are you doing?” Kame’s playful voice came. Jin realized that, along with biting his lip, he had crouched (still without touching Kame’s foot on his lap) and closed his eyes.
“Nothing,” he replied, opening them again. “Do you plan on getting out of here at all or - oh fuck - ”
Kame suddenly decided it was a good time to rub his foot against Jin’s crotch. Hearing the older man curse, Kame laughed again.
“You are scared, Akanishi,” he said as he withdrew his limb and let it rest back on the bed.
Jin closed his eyes again, mentally berating himself for reacting the way he did. The room was suddenly not as cold as when he entered it. Or rather, when he was shoved in.
“I’m irritated,” Jin snapped. “I am.”
“Oh really,” came Kame’s reply before he latched himself onto Jin’s back, his hands grasping firmly over Jin’s shoulders and his face to the side of Akanishi’s own.
Jin tensed up, but did not move. Kame would fall asleep again, he told himself. Kame would fall asleep because he’s too wasted to keep himself up. Jin would only have to endure a bit of this.
“You’re scared, but you don’t know why,” Kame murmured against his ear.
Jin shivered. Well, in his mind he did. Kame’s breath on his face ensured that he remained still.
“Okay, let’s pretend for a while that I am scared,” Jin replied, forcing on a smile to feign amusement. “Why would I be?”
Kame, when drunk, was overconfident. Even more sure of himself than when he was sober. And Kame with just an ounce more of self-belief was a dangerous thing, the soloist concluded as Kame’s hand traveled to Jin’s chest, causing him to gasp. The gasp was another mistake, albeit unintentional, for it made Kame’s fingers brush against Jin’s nipple, which instantly hardened with the contact.
“A gasp,” Kame whispered, his warm forehead against Jin’s temple. “Doesn’t that come out when someone’s scared?”
“Kamenashi,” Jin said, trying to sound stern. “You’re drunk.”
Something hot and soft and wet touched Jin’s ear lobe.
“Fuck,” he swore again.
“You keep saying that,” Kame said, holding Jin at arm’s length, gazing at him through unfocused eyes. “Do you want to do it?”
“You really are drunk, aren’t you?” Jin said, feeling sorry for Kame. If he were in the KAT-TUN leader’s shoes, he’ll instantly die when he remembers what he’s done while intoxicated.
“Why do you care so much if I’m drunk or not?” Kame said, sitting back on the bed like a disappointed child. He scratched his hair in apparent frustration, as if Jin were the one acting out of character.
“Because you’re not like this,” Jin replied, a genuine smile blossoming on his lips for the first time since entering Kame’s bed room.
Kame stared at him for bit, and Jin had the feeling that Kame was having a moment of clarity, probably trying to understand what exactly was taking place at the moment.
“You’re right,” the younger man finally said. “I’m not like this.”
Jin thought he heard a tinge of resentment in Kame’s voice, but that notion vanished into thin air as Kame kneeled - no, crouched on all fours - and crawled to him. Jin watched, openmouthed, as Kame’s torso seductively twisted and turned like a prowling cat with his arms’ motion as he came nearer.
Kame’s lips hovered tentatively over Jin’s, as if waiting for Jin to scramble away. Jin stared, and gulped, and did the only thing that he felt was right. At that moment anyway.
Kame’s lips were, as Jin expected, soft and delicate. It wasn’t the same as a woman’s lips, though. In some strange way, it felt better than a woman’s lips, gentler, but not any less challenging to please. Jin ran his tongue over Kame’s lower lip, demanding entrance.
Jin involuntarily moaned, enjoying the novel sensation as he let his tongue slowly slide inside Kame’s warm mouth, the latter’s lips partly open as he exhaled a hot breath. Kame’s hands found their way to Jin’s chest and shoulder again, and his touch felt more demanding this time. Or was it just because he was in a crouching position?
Jin put his hands on Kame’s slender hips, pulling him down to a sitting position. They broke the kiss as Kame obliged to the touch.
“What?” Kame asked, slightly breathless. His cheeks were rather red. Jin noted that that color was not there before. He, and not the alcohol, caused that.
“You’re drunk,” Jin said yet again, though he was now unsure of why he kept repeating that. He had said it aloud twice now.
“If I am,” Kame began as he undid the rest of his shirt’s buttons, looking Jin in the eye.
I’m trying to knock some sense into him, Jin thought as he watched Kame’s fingers carefully slither down the front of his top. It was more like the buttons were undoing themselves at Kame’s mere touch. One lean hand left the shirt and instead touched Jin’s chin. Jin realized that his mouth was hanging open again.
“So are you,” Kame said quietly.
Jin did not even realize what he was doing. It all felt so natural to kiss again, even deeper now. The first kiss was hesitant, at least on Jin’s part. Kame tasted good, just as Jin thought. Expected. Dreamed of. His hand slid to the smaller man’s now exposed waist, feeling the cold sweat that had somehow managed to form there.
Kame moaned and let his fingers softly massage Jin’s scalp as the older man ran his tongue down the KAT-TUN leader’s jaw, neck, and collarbone, coming further down to play with Kame’s nipples, swirling his tongue and kissing the skin. Kame made a hushed, almost unnoticeable exhale, but it made Jin stop.
“What?” Kame asked, looking down at Jin. His voice was solid but not demanding.
Jin sniffed. Kame wrinkled his eyebrows. Jin sniffed again, his face coming closer to Kame’s, all the while never breaking their awkward hug.
“What is it?” Kame asked again, his tone now more scornful this time.
Jin sniffed yet again. Kame did not smell like alcohol at all. Was he being overanalyzing? He was a bit drunk, too. But then, even how Kame spoke just now…
“You’re…” Jin began quietly, looking Kame in the eye, his arm still around the younger man’s waist. “…not drunk.”
Silence. Staring. Lots and lots of staring.
“You’re not drunk, are you?” Jin repeated, louder this time.
Kame’s hands never left Jin’s hair.
“So are you.”
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~end~
go here to read my first Akame fic which is a lot longer and more angsty than this~
go here to read carboncastel's take on what happened to Maru and Ueda while the events in Kame's bedroom took place. LOL
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