[fic] The Music of the Night

Title: The Music of the Night

Author: gina84
Characters: Kame, Jin… hinted Akame
Disclaimer: In my dreams I can own anything… otherwise they belong to each other
Rating: R

Original prompt: Juniors days Kame has had a wet dream and wakes up with ‘a problem’. He is trying to get rid of it as soon as possible but the one he is sharing the room with (Jin ~~who else??~~) hears him nevertheless…

A/N: Written for May, the Merry Month of Masturbation Anon Fic Meme. I don’t think I need to be anon anymore…since it's not any challenge or something... Title snatched from my favorite musical The Phantom of the Opera

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“Kazuya…”

“Do you like it, Kazuya?”

…

“Come here, Kazuya… you know you want…”

…

“Ne, Kazu-chan…?”

“Oh crap,” a muffled voice hisses being followed by a series of ruffling sounds. “Not now, not… please?”

Rather confused, still reeling on a thin borderline between a dream and reality, Jin blinks into the darkness of the hotel room he is sharing with Kame. He can descry the shadowy outline of the other’s small body crouching on the bed across the room and his first instinct is to ask what is wrong. Kame’s voice sounds a bit whiny and Jin thinks the other could be sobbing.

It wouldn’t be the first time if Kame was feeling homesick here. From what Jin knows, even though Kame hasn’t admitted a word, he hasn’t got used to spending nights in different hotels yet, always secretly missing the well known scent of his pillow and his room, his Mum’s dinner and every other stupid childish thing Jin more than gladly leaves behind once in a while.

Jin is almost sitting up already but the next sound makes him freeze in the middle of drawing his blanket aside. The complete silence of the night room gives him a perfect chance to hear the low moan Kame forces out into the pillow.

“Ah…”

Jin’s eyes widen then narrow into two thin chinks while the worried pout he wore before quickly changes into a mischievous smirk. Jin is a boy himself, so it’s only natural for him to simply know what these sounds mean. He has to swallow a silent chuckle. He is so going to get the full flavor of teasing Kazu-chan with this in the morning! And the following day… the hell, even month, actually!

But his malicious sneer dies right away when the shadow on the other bed moves and another moan, a much louder and lustful one comes to Jin’s ears firing up something inside his stomach and making him unable to move.

“… you know you want…”

No. No no no. Kame keeps his eyes closed, trying with all his might to go back into his dream, not that much because of the dream itself, though, but because he already knows what is waiting for him once he would fully wake up. He can feel it. A knot of painful arousal tightening inside of him, clenching his guts and boldly sneaking downwards.

Gritting his teeth and suppressing a rather desperate groan Kame fidgets burying his face into the pillow. He is already awake enough to realize he is not dreaming anymore. The sunny beach from before has shifted into the dimness of a hotel room with no cute girls waving and smiling at him around.

The only thing maintaining –

“Ne, Kazu-chan…?”

“Oh crap,” he does his best to bite on the pillow and swallow any possible sounds.

This can’t be happening… Just can’t.

Not now. He could deal with it being at home, as he has done all those times before, but not now with Jin lying only a few feet away. This is the worst nightmare… only not being a nightmare at all.

The desperation is steadily growing up.

“Not now, not… please?” Kame cries pleadingly yet already knowing he can’t win this out.

The dream has been pushed aside and forgotten, as well as the fact he is not alone. Hoping – and partly rather praying – for Jin having for once deep sleep, Kame shuffles under the blanket sneaking his hand inside his pajama pants.

Another moan finds its way up his dry throat at the contact of his fingers with his hard, twitching crotch.

He has had this kind of dreams before, of course he has. He is at the definite age when his hormones are playing with him almost nonstop so it would be quite strange if something like this hasn’t happened before. Only the fact his Mum has already gone through the puberty of his two older brothers, and learnt to close her eyes while washing more underwear than is usually necessary, saves him from her nosy, indelicate questions and probably disappointed looks. No, he is not surprised at having a dream about girls after seeing all those screaming and excited fans during yesterday’s show. Not even is he surprised by what the dream has caused. The problem lays somewhere else.

Kame can’t remember any previous time he was that hard just because of a dream. Or because of anything. Not even the time Jin brought him, snickering and promising the best time of Kame’s life, to some girls he found only god knows where, who were compliant to let two Johnny’s touch them and show the boys whatever they would want to see. All Kame remembers from the day is him running away with burning cheeks and Jin making fun of him the whole following month.

But now it’s not about any girls, really.

His short, clumsy fingers circling around the heated flesh in his pants make Kame hiss in pain. Suddenly he doubts whether touching himself is going to be better than not, but then his hand makes a firm, sure grip and all the doubts disappear into a thin air. If he doesn’t want to get up and steal his way into a bathroom to take a quick shower – which would surely wake Jin up – this is the only choice he has.

Pressing his lips together until they get pale and hurting, but everything is better than the idea of waking Jin up, Kame lets his hand slide up and down his length. The simple move makes him shiver all over, and repeating it the boy adds a bit more pressure this time, feeling the pulsing vein, the blood bubbling, boiling.

“Ah…”

A thumb draws a ghostly brush over the tip smearing the leaking wetness down to the base helping to lubricate the sensitive skin. All Kazuya’s senses are focused on the task of bringing more pleasure and pushing the tensed body near release with every stroke, every tug.

He needs to get over with this as soon as possible. Jin would never let him live it down if he found out.

His moves get faster, the sensation in his guts growing up to the verge of a fierce explosion.

Everything is oversized, the way the long forgotten dream has made him aroused and the pain and the desperate need of release, the danger of being caught… but Kame is only fifteen and in this age everything is meant to be oversized, the hormones are meant to take over the brain. He is fifteen and his whole body is like a seething kettle, everything ready to burst out at even the tiniest spur.

His slender hips are pushing together with the pulls of his hand, bony, still half-childish body trembles under the nearing orgasm.

The room is filled with more silent cries and ruffling of the sheeting.

And suddenly the pleasure is too much and Kame doesn’t know what he is doing anymore. He just needs more, more friction and more of anything his small, chubby fingers are doing inside his loose pants. He squirms at the rush after rush of heat flooding his body, secretly wishing for the shameful moment to be already over. A part of him wants to go back to sleep yet the other part knows well he won’t be able to close his eyes anymore, too afraid of what could happen.

He is almost there… almost… just a little –

He is not expecting the shreds of his previous dream, the one he was sure he already forgot, coming back to him, surprising him in reality.

“Ne, Kazu-chan… are you alright?”

It’s Jin’s low, worried voice more than his own hand squeezing the head of his length what brings Kazuya over the edge, uncoiling the tight string inside of him and giving him his so much awaited release.

Collapsing into the cushions, his body nothing but a boneless panting heap surrounded by twinkling sparkles, Kame doesn’t remember the last word slipping down his wobbling lips. All he knows and feels now is white and boundless, and maybe a bit sticky all over his fingers but he doesn’t care too much curling himself into a whimpering ball.

This can’t be happening… please?

First Jin wants nothing but wait for the right moment to snap at the other one. But his infamous trenchant sense of humor betrays him. Jin is not able to come up with even only a single one sharp remark he could swoop at Kame with.

It’s getting quite disappointing because the more Jin is trying to think the more the only thing he actually can think about are the arousing, throaty voices Kame makes.

Jin has never thought Kame actually could make such noises.

Before he can notice, his mind is no longer occupied with searching for the best of all possible ways how to have a good laugh of Kazuya for not so secretly jerking off while being in the same room with Jin, because the same mind finds those noises… different.

Jin lies on his back staring at the ceiling, listening, forgetting to breathe eventually because it’s hard to remind himself the one making these noises is the same boy who was blushing at some girls screaming his name just yesterday.

It’s still Kazuya. Little Kazuya, all skinny arms and scrawny legs, always a bit too diligent and pushing, yet rather watching a baseball match than coming to a rehearsal. No matter how much Jin has been trying, girls still treat Kame as a younger brother, not as a healthy young guy, and Kame doesn’t seem to mind too much, always saying girls don’t understand baseball so there is no need to actually talk to them – or care about them at all. And even though he might be curious when Ryo smuggles a porn magazine into their dressing room and everybody has fun browsing through the pages full of naked women, he gets all blushing and lovely shy when a real girl is standing right in front of him.

For Jin, a big part of Kazuya is still nothing but a child who doesn’t know what to do with himself.

But as Jin is lying on the bed in the dark hotel room and Kame’s cries are worming their way into his ears and mind and even much lower, he thinks there is also another Kazuya.

This one.

The Kazuya who can stir something deep inside Jin, not awaking some guardian instincts Jin will always deny having, though, but right the opposite. This Kazuya doesn’t need to be protected, it’s more like if he was giving a free invitation to get attacked.

Jin’s own breathing gets faster only because he can hear Kame’s shallow pants.

A protracted, shaky moan cuts through the silence, the one Kame is not able to suppress because it comes out all too sudden, and from all the little noises and shaking of the shadow on the other bed Jin can tell it’s going to its end, soon.

All the moans and the awareness of what is going on only a few steps from him are getting down onto Jin. Not that he wants it – of course not! – but there is something fascinating about this other Kazuya, and Jin tries, he really does, but the image of Kame’s fingers curling around his erection is somewhat exciting. His mazy mind goes as far as even wondering of how big Kame could be in this state…

And unconsciously, Jin’s own fingers slowly travel downwards

The next cry turns into a choke tearing Jin’s previous string of thoughts, more than disturbing thoughts, actually, he has to admit, only the darkness hiding his flushed cheeks. Kame’s body trembles vehemently under the blanket and Jin forgets everything and the guardian instinct he doesn’t have at all once again takes over him.

“Ne, Kazu-chan… are you alright?” Jin asks, worried.

The next second he hears the most erotic sound in his life followed by a series of shaky whimpers and cries and he is taken aback because the one releasing them can’t be Kazu-chan, just can’t…

Jin suddenly feels a bit bad for being here and listening – which is exactly the right opposite from all his previous thought. But above all Kame is his friend and he is fragile and vulnerable now and Jin has always felt kind of responsible for the younger one, and moreover he is old enough to distinguish between times when it’s fine to make fun of something and when not and right now it’s just –

“J-jin…”

Jin’s eyes go wide and he audibly gasps not able to hold back.

It’s his name. His name being panted when Kame succumbs to the relief and mindlessness of his afterglow. It’s nothing more but a whisper but it’s enough for Jin to hear it, anyway.

And with the single word, which he later, ashamed, thinks he might have only dreamt up, on his mind Jin comes undone, too, without really realizing when and how he actually became hard.

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The next morning Jin persuades Taguchi to change the room with him. He ignores Kazuya’s hurt look and it takes him quite a lot of time to realize the reason why Kame was looking at him that way.

But it takes even more time for Jin to find courage to assure his friend he didn't do it being disgusted or something… right the opposite.

~ THE END ~

I have one more fic in the meme and will post it here later as well. Or you can try to guess… *lol*