[fic] In the Corner

[moon_catcher]

Title: In the Corner

Author: gina84
Pairing(s): Akame, Takki/other
Disclaimer: In my dreams I can own anything… otherwise they belong to each other
Rating: PG-15/R (nothing much explicit, I think)

Summary: And that’s how history repeats itself, without him even noticing it…

A/N: I have to shamefully admit I’m still not quite sure about the whole senpai thing *hides in a corner* so there is a big possibility I messed it up completely in here >.< sorry for that *bows*

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It could have been a day like any other one. His freedom was once again bound by endless hours of rehearsals and there was even a show later the evening as usually and 15-year-old Akanishi Jin wanted nothing but imprint the shapes of his fist into the sleek face of the manager because there was also an important soccer match on tv tonight and he would miss it because of the work. Damn. Not only had his overfull schedule by now ruined more than a couple of dates he could have had but which never became a reality but now he was even forbidden from seeing his favorite team in the match he had been looking forward to for ages. He really wanted to punch someone. Anyone.

But all he did was taking a chance and disappearing while they were allowed to take a little break. At least for a moment, to take a deep breath and calm down…

Jin rounded a corner, finally reaching a dead end of the hallway with a door leading to the roof. It was a place where he went while searching for some time alone… he went there when the whole world seemed to conspire against him. Which was too often to his liking lately.

It could have been a day like any other one, really – except it wasn’t.

He froze at the spot being a witness of something no one should have seen, the less Akanishi Jin, the biggest fan of Takizawa-senpai among all the Juniors.

Jin’s mouth opened but no sound came out.

 

It was one of those days when everything seemed to exist just to keep them apart. And Jin hated days like this because during days like this when it was difficult to even find a moment for a break between another photoshooting and a vocal recording for the new album Jin felt like being completely alone no matter how many people was around him.

Jin didn’t care about other people but one – but Kame hadn’t given him a single glance for the whole morning and now it was already afternoon and Kame kept paying his attention to Koki or Nakamaru instead which naturally led either to Jin thinking about what he could have done wrong this time and sulking somewhere aside or to take the first opportunity and grab Kame’s wrist dragging the boy away.

Not minding the other’s loud protests, because they were nothing but a part of the hard-to-get game Kame sometimes liked to play, anyway, Jin haled Kame off to the dead end of one of the hallways which was leading to the roof door. He pushed the boy against a wall and the moment Kame opened his mouth to say something, wanting to scold Jin most probably, Jin crushed their lips together capturing Kame in a needy kiss as if it was a matter of life and dead to kiss him right now.

The moan Kame let out into Jin’s daring mouth was an answer enough to assure the older one Kame had been desperate to do this as much as Jin.

 

As much as Jin had been keeping Takizawa-senpai on a pedestal of some sort since the first moment he had met him, all the blind admiration turned into resentment the moment he realized what was going on.

He couldn’t see much, though, the place was dark and the whole picture in front of him was all desperately roaming limbs and messy hair and two bodies pressed against each other and he was still a few meters afar anyway, yet no way could have he been mistaken. He would always recognize Takizawa-senpai.

Jin gulped. He really wanted to turn around and run away before either of the guys in front of him would notice him but his feet didn’t seem to listen. All he could was standing there, motionless and staring, even holding breath…

Kame once laughed at him after finding out Jin kept a picture of Takki stuck on the inner side of his wardrobe door – right next to the pictures of his favorite soccer team and other things he liked or admired. Jin’s face blushed immediately back then and he slammed the door almost hitting Kame’s fingers. They were not talking to each other for two days after that. Well, Jin wasn’t talking to Kame, avoiding him and messing around with Pi instead.

“It’s okay if you like him,” Kame came to him two days later shuffling his feet and keeping his eyes down not to look at Jin at all.

And Jin, even though being the baka he was, pretty much got the point and his eyes widened in utter shock. How could Kame…? Jin shook his head. “NO! Not like that.” Even a mere thought about actually liking Takizawa-senpai, or any other guy was more than disgusting… how could Kame even think Jin could be like that?

And now he was here not able to take his eyes of his favorite senpai, who he was respecting the most, kissing someone – a guy – secretly in a dark corner…

Jin’s heartbeat quickened because of both the fear of being spotted and disgust at what he was seeing. He heard muffled moans and rustling sounds when Takki rather roughly pulled the other’s t-shirt over his head immediately attacking the naked chest, kissing, touching, and only when he was back up nibbling on the exposed shoulder his eyes glanced up – and Jin gulped heavily.

This was his end. In no time his head made up dozens of possible scenarios of what could happen next. Some of them were quite acceptable regarding the situation (Takki would never ever talk to him again) but most of them consisted of kinks Jin had never thought could really exist before but with Takizawa-senpai’s hand disappearing in the other one’s pants suddenly everything seemed to be possible….

Through the dim light of the hallway Jin saw the lust filled expression all over the man’s face, the flames burning in his eyes…and the smirk Takki gave him just a moment before the other one tilted his head demanding for another kiss.

“Fuck,” a hoarse voice sounded reaching Jin’s ears, “do it already,” and that was all Jin heard before spinning around and rushing back to the rehearsal room.

 

Jin was leaning against Kame squeezing the slender body between his own and the wall. Their lips hadn’t parted ever since they had touched already minutes ago, selfishly sucking air of each other’s lungs, both equally panting, releasing desperate moans. They both had been holding back the whole day and even though these stolen minutes alone could no way be enough to satisfy their constrained desires it was still better than nothing.

The kiss was getting deeper and more passionate with every second passed, the sudden need to be close to each other almost overwhelming. Kame’s hands instinctively circled around Jin’s neck, his body snapping to the warmth of the other, longing, wanting, unable to stop. Jin’s body was a magnet and he was too weak to resist.

Not wasting any of the precious time they had Jin’s hands slipped under Kame’s shirt roaming about the smooth, sweaty skin of his lower back. And it felt good, so damn good, every touch and every move, the awareness they were together when he had already started thinking nothing like that would happen today with their full schedules. But Kame’s lips were here, these soft and luscious lips tempting to be kissed and ravished with every pout and every smile, they were here now nibbling at a sensitive spot at the crook of Jin’s neck and slowly going down, little by little approaching the dangerous zone of the collarbone, while Kame’s fingers were playing with Jin’s thick hair.

Jin bucked his hips against Kame earning himself a loud groan and a little harsh bite but at the same time Kame raised his head again which was exactly what Jin wanted. He seized Kame’s lips with another needy kiss taking both their breaths completely away and leaving them panting and gasping eventually. But never they ceased touching, their hands now lost under the annoying clothes.

Only then Jin realized Kame was struggling with his belt buckle. A wave of anticipation and desire shrugged his whole body. The silent voice inside his head, the last reasonable thought that had left to him, was pushed away. Who the hell would care about details like someone could see them or about all the noes to making out on public they had agreed on while having Kame’s skillful and warm fingers around his quickly growing erection? Definitely not Jin, and definitely not now when all he could was moaning and muffling his cries into Kame’s shoulder.

“You have to stop staring…at me,” Kame panted, his hot breath at Jin’s ear then soft lips tenderly touched the earlobe, “they could get a suspicion.” Kame’s hand never stopped its moves inside the latter’s pants making him vulnerable and obedient.

Jin only gasped, feeling the raising tension in his stomach and a rush after rush of pleasure running through his whole body. “They….hn…already know, don’t you think?” Jin was bucking his hips up to the warm hand, the need of release getting unbearable. “We have been…doing this for….what…four?....years and…”

“Almost five,” Kame’s voice was sensuous and together with a few more tugs sent Jin over the edge, while the other hand was firmly holding Jin’s shaking body to prevent him from falling. “And it’s still not enough, is it?” Kame silently chuckled when Jin laid his head onto his shoulder trying to catch his breath again. Five years or fifty, who cares anyway? They would never have enough of each other. Kame was sure about it.

As he was standing there, leaning against the cold wall, with one hand still inside Jin’s pants and the other one caressing the other’s back, Kame closed his eyes. Somehow, in this dark corner only a few steps from the roof with a view of the whole city and with the love of his life in his arms, Kame felt happy. Really happy.

The buzz inside Jin’s head was slowly fading away as well as the sparkles behind his closed eyelids. The strokes on his back were soothing and pleasurable and with his face nestled to Kame’s shoulder he could inhale the younger one’s smell, easily getting intoxicated. He cracked his eyes open, the dim light of the place unexpectedly bright nevertheless, his senses a bit too sensitive being overwhelmed with an afterglow.

Jin blinked. At the near corner, only a few meters away from them, was someone standing in the entry of the hallway frozen and taken aback. Jin looked at the small figure trying to focus through half-lided eyes and his lips curled into a little smile.

“No,” he breathed out silently, closing his eyes again, “it would never be enough…”

 

Jin had been doing his best to avoid Takizawa-senpai for the last few days which was not such a big problem because the Juniors had a lot of work getting ready for an upcoming show while Takki was recording a new episode of a show not being around Jimusho too often.

The day he had run into Takki making out with someone in the dark end of the hallway Jin came home and the very first thing he did was tearing down all the pictures he had kept on the wardrobe door. He couldn’t think straight, his mind clouded with deep disappointment. Takizawa-senpai was his ideal and Jin used to want to be like him. But now everything was gone because every damn bit Jin had admired about the guy was overpowered by the simple thought that being exactly like Takki would have meant also being a fucking shameless perv.

The place near the roof door was his hideout – his –, the only place in the whole building where he could run to feeling miserable or when he just wanted to sit down for a moment, close his eyes and let his mind dreaming about future, about KAT-TUN debuting finally, him and Kame becoming famous and rich and going to see the world, even finding some cute girls eventually… This was what the place was good for, no for Takizawa-fag abusing an innocent boy –

After the incident Jin found himself unconsciously searching around for the boy he had seen with Takki but he didn’t remember any detail to start with, the only memory of the moment were his senpai’s lustful eyes glancing at him over the other’s shoulder.

The night of the show Jin was rambling around the backstage waiting for Pi or maybe for Kame, it didn’t matter too much… Every time the entrance door opened Jin hopefully glanced up expecting at least one of his best friends to come in any moment…but instead of a greeting grin his face suddenly paled when the one entering was Takizawa-senpai. To say Jin was scared would be an understatement because he was literally frightened, legs shaking and hands sweaty – he really didn’t want to know what Takki would do to him for witnessing what he shouldn’t have seen.

Takki was getting near, his step light and chirpy. He was silently humming a melody of a song he had head somewhere beforer, a satisfied smile on his lips. The smile changed into a cheerful one when he spotted Akanishi only a few meters in front of him. He came closer then slightly bowed. “Long time no see, Akanishi-kun. Good luck tonight.”

Too dumbfounded Jin only mumbled a hardly hearable “un” and Takki had been already far away when Jin finally realized he had forgotten to say thanks.

That was all. Meet Takizawa-senpai, the biggest hypocrite ever, Jin sneered silently. Just “long time no see, Akanishi-kun. Good luck tonight,” as if nothing had happened. As if Jin still had had Takki’s picture in the wardrobe, as if he had never seen Takki stripping the boy, as if he had never heard the moans the other had been making while Takki’s lips were burning slobbery traces all along the naked chest…

Fifteen-year-old Akanishi Jin didn’t get it at all.

And it took him more than a while before he finally understood.

 

Being late on Monday morning after a free weekend was nothing unusual for Jin. Not that he overslept much, just a couple of minutes of lazy stretching in the warm bed inhaling the fading scent Kame had left there, but still it was enough for him not to have time to stop by for a quick breakfast on his way to work or to check on his mails. He vaguely remembered there was a meeting scheduled for the day but what he was not sure about at all was the exact hour when he was supposed to be there.

First he tried to call Kame but to Jin’s surprise he heard the well known melody from the bedside table. Apparently, Kame was in a hurry leaving and forgot the phone – which was very rare, though, because Kame always made sure not to leave anything at Jin’s when he spent a night there. Jin took a quick shower then snatched the forgotten phone along with his own stuff and went to work.

Jin was just getting off of an elevator when the phone started ringing in his pocket. For a second he thought of letting it be, soon he would give the phone to its rightful owner and then Kame could handle all the missed calls, Jin’s morning one included. Jin smirked at the idea of making Kame call him and he was almost making up the possible conversation (full of double meanings and teasing, of course). But the phone kept ringing and Jin just picked it up without further thinking.

“Moshi moshi? Ko–”

“Never thought my phone could sound hot,” Kame whispered in a suggestive voice surprising Jin because the name on the display had been saying Tanaka Koki.

“Never thought to be happy for Koki calling you,” Jin retorted, his mood quickly rising up. He was feeling light-headed just hearing Kame’s voice. His own voice got lower when he spoke up again, tenderly. “You left early…”

“But not without a proper good morning kiss.”

Jin frowned. “I was sleeping, that doesn’t count. I don’t remember,” he pouted.

Passing by a group of Juniors he slightly bowed his head in a polite response to their loud and respectful greetings. From the corner of his eyes (and with not even a half of his senses involved, too focused on the sound of Kame’s breathing) Jin caught the piercing stare Yamada Ryosuke was giving him, even though trying to pretend the right opposite. Jin quickly bowed again, not caring about Yamada-kun’s nervously fisted hands anyway, mending his pace, and he still didn’t reach the door leading to the staircase when he had already forgotten he had actually met the young boys.

“Should I remind you then?” Kame was teasing into the phone, giving the other plenty of not so innocent ideas. And then Jin almost choked, taking two or even three steps at once to get to Kame as soon as possible. “Have you ever thought what it could be like fucking and having the whole city in front of you?” The question made Jin almost drool all over. He ran up the stairs, and after forcing the door a bit too roughly he sprinted through the empty hallway finally reaching the corner and the dead end only to see Kame standing there with his fingers around a door knob.

Jin gulped heavily, catching his far long lost breath. Absentmindedly, he shut Kame’s phone putting it into his pocket and saw the other one doing the same with Koki’s one. “T-the…” Jin cleared his throat, “the meeting?”

“Postponed,” Kame smirked, his thumb rubbing the round knob in such a sensuous and very meaningful way that only watching it sent a shiver down Jin’s spine and right into his pants. “We have an hour to kill,” the younger one added pressing the knob.

The door opened letting the morning light in. Kame smiled before gracefully turning around and going out to the roof without uttering anything else. He knew Jin would follow him.

And Jin really did. Stopping only for a moment at the door he looked back over his shoulder to the dimly lightened hallway with a hazy memory of something he couldn’t quite grasp at. But being it anything, it wasn’t important anymore, not when he had Kazuya and this little corner of the world where all his dreams could turn into reality…


~ THE END ~

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Lately I've been kind of thinking of not posting some of my works to communities anymore.... but most of the people who comment on my fics are on my f-list anyway so it doesn't matter that much, ne? --- *sighs* And I'll have to most probably take a little writing hiatus since my tutor has just told me today the deadline for the thesis is the end of March....... my first reaction was like "eh? you mean this March??" >.< wtf??? How am I supposed to finish it?? *sighs more* And there are still at least four fics I started and now can't finish even though I WANT....O.o not.fair.at.all! I'll try to finish the one about Kame's birthday yes, another one because it's never enough to celebrate the fact Kame is here lol but then....dunno....the thesis should have the priority *gets bricked*

Comments

spot for me

[mouter.livejournal.com]

Saving my spot.
I'll be back :D

Re: spot for me

[mouter.livejournal.com]

Wow it's been a while, since I post my spot here, and I almost forgot about that story. Incredible... how could I? Anyway in hospital is really not much to do, so I always have with me my paper copies of some stories. And there was you, and I'm glad I found that copy.

Back to the story: I always admire your was of writting Gina-chan. You're my master for that. Your characters are alive. I can feel, what they feel. I almost can touch they feelings, if I can say something like this.

The idea of fic was pretty easy, but it's good one. I mean I don't think it's only about making love, or something like this. It's about relationship two people, and about Jin's growing up, and to be the truth that part of fic was the best one for me. His feelings, thoughts, and flashbacks. Just awsome. You're awsome Gina-chan!

Someday I wanna read your story, your own characters and story. *puppy eyes* Love you! :D

Re: spot for me

[moon-catcher.livejournal.com]

Yup, you are SOOO right here! The story IS about Jin growing up and realizing (or maybe better to say not realizing because now it seems all natural to him) how things have changed and what he once used to disapprove is now all he needs.
And of course there are all my favorite itsy-bitsy not-so-much-hints about how the two of them can get enough one of the other ♥ but the main point is in growing up *nods*

*hugs* You have already read one of my own stories *pouts* and I'LL try to translate more some time in the future.... when all the graduation craziness is over, ne?