[fic] How Not to Bake a Christmas Cake

[moon_catcher]

Title: How Not to Bake a Christmas Cake

Author: gina84
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: In my dreams I can own anything… otherwise they belong to each other
Rating: PG-13 all their making out could fit into this category this time

Summary: Kame wants to bake a traditional Christmas cake for Jin.

A/N: Random. That could be actually also a warning :| I should be working on another story but yesterday’s twitter/msn convo didn’t give me another choice xDD And I also didn't like the fact I would leave this year's Christmas without a fic...

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Jin is not allowed to the kitchen when Kazuya cooks. In fact, at those times the kitchen becomes a forbidden territory for Jin. Given Kazuya’s tight schedule and Jin’s obligations, the time spent together is something precious and Kame usually doesn’t want to ruin it by keeping himself away from Jin for long. However, Jin is back for Christmas; and if the other can find time to be with Kazuya, Kazuya can postpone an interview for the day after tomorrow, call to work excusing himself with lying about fever and nausea, and bake a traditional Christmas cake. It’s not a secret that Jin loves sweets; and Kazuya has bought a pack of tasty looking strawberries while shopping earlier. Those will make a good combination with a cake and heavy whipped cream for sure.

“It’s more than clear, you know?” Jin can’t do else but chuckle when Kame invites him over on a day Jin know the other should work instead according to him diary. “I’ve corrupted you and your perfect sense of work responsibility.”

Kame rolls his eyes in annoyance at Jin’s blatant cockiness; however, when Jin makes his way through the door into the apartment, Kame steals a kiss anyway.

“You would have to try much more to corrupt me.” Kame’s tongue pokes against his cheek and along with a smug look and a provocatively raised eyebrow gives Jin all wrong ideas – which are, in fact, actually more than appealing. If Kazuya decided to serve himself as a dessert, Jin sure wouldn’t be against today’s menu. The ease Kame seems to be at and the light, relaxed atmosphere casts a content smile on Jin’s lips.

It’s nice to see Kazuya like this.

Jin offers a help in the kitchen but as always, is immediately sent to wait in the other room as if Kazuya cooking was some sort of a secret and Jin was not allowed to learn it or even be a witness. Offended and ostentatiously pouting, Jin slumps down on the couch and absentmindedly flips through the pages of a fashion magazine he took from the cocktail table.

Every now and then Jin keeps peeking to the door leading to the kitchen and his curiosity is rewarded with glimpses of Kame practically dancing around the room, taking ingredients and mixing them in a bowl on the counter. Jin could watch Kame’s gracious, composed moves all the time; but then his body betrays him in the worst possible way – yet probably the most enjoyable one at the same time. He tosses the magazine away, stands up and heads to the kitchen, unable to just watch anymore. He doesn’t try to be discreet but he ends up sort of pussyfooting anyway; just because it could be actually fun to catch Kazuya off guard… And Kazuya really doesn’t notice him at first.

He pours cream into a bowl, adds sugar and starts whipping. His mind seems to be once again fully focused on the task, as it is with anything Kame does, be it work or sport – and Jin suddenly grins as he can’t stop thinking of drawing all Kazuya’s attention to himself. He approaches the other from behind, hands slightly touching Kame’s upper arms and like ghosts tracing them down until Jin’s hands perfectly cover Kame’s and overlay them like a second layer of skin.

Kame stirs in surprise, his moves halt when something warm touches him. But then it’s Jin’s hot breath against his nape and Jin’s nose nuzzling his neck, Jin’s long, beautiful fingers being tangible shadows of his own ones; Jin lets Kazuya guide his hands to do whatever Kazuya’s are doing, and it’s strange for Kame to have this extra weight of another pair of hands covering his own… strange yet not bothersome.

Or at least until Jin’s hands get a bit bolder, as well as his lips that start slightly nibbling on Kame’s neck and Kame flinches in anxiety that Jin might eventually even dare making him a hickey. Jin doesn’t though, resting his chin on Kame’s shoulder and Kame can calm down, enjoying the closeness again.

Jin peeks down over Kame’s shoulder and sees their hands circled around the beater; snow white drops of cream have landed on his fingers and the back of his hand. His other arm is now securely wound around Kame’s waist, drawing the other tight against Jin’s own body.

“Hey,” Kame lectures the other standing way too close behind him, but Kame doesn’t mind the warm closeness a half as he is worried about anything Jin might possibly do to ruin the cake. Distracting Kame’s attention seems already more than enough because over the few last moments Kazuya has found himself caring more about the creamy spots on Jin’s hand than the cream in the bowl. “Behave yourself, would you?”

It’s easy to imagine Jin’s little pout and smirk and teasing sparkles in his dark eyes. “What am I doing?”

Another whip of the beater and two more fluffy white drops are added to those on Jin’s skin. That’s it, Kame thinks and tries to shake Jin off in favor of saving the Christmas cake. “We agreed you would wait in the living room if you wanted to lick the rest of the cream and… Jin!”

Jin dips a finger into the bowl, scoops some of the cream and brings it up to Kazuya’s face, only instead of offering it to the other he smears the sweet scream along the other’s neck; Kame’s hair is pulled up into a little ponytail so there’s a lot of unprotected skin for Jin to play with.

“But being here gives me more than just ‘rests of the cream’,” Jin grins into Kazuya’s neck then gives the sensitive skin another tentative lick.

Cream falls down on the floor and even leaves white smudges on Kame’s leisure t-shirt and simple jeans.

And Kazuya would probably be already freaking out but he is not because all he knows is Jin’s tongue playing with his earlobe and the feeling of whipped cream and saliva slowly drying on his skin, Jin’s hand taking the beater away from his loosening grip, and more cream, more licking, hot breath and Jin, Jin everywhere; and Kame tilts his head and squeezes Jin’s other hand just for the feeling of support because the kitchen is not steady anymore.

When Kame finally manages to turn around in Jin’s arms and face the other, his lips are immediately covered with white sticky fluffiness and he instinctively licks it. It’s sweet and melts on his tongue. Jin kisses him then. And everything turns into a mess of cream and tongues and bodies pressed against the kitchen counter. A red light on the oven signalizes the temperature is just ready for the batter but that would go only if Kame, meanwhile, didn’t find out it surprisingly tastes really great while sucked from Jin’s chin. They are giggling and feeding each other with both chopped and whole strawberries, adding the cream and the vanilla batter until they are covered with sweet stains and strawberry juice all over, and horny and hard and ready to take things further and preferably to the shower and then to the bedroom with as many stops as they would need, unable to tear one from the other.

Kazuya takes Jin’s hand and leads him through the apartment, wriggling whenever Jin reaches out to gently poke against his hip or to sneak his hand under Kazuya’s t-shirt. Jin is not the only one impatient to take the annoying clothes off.

The light on the oven display keeps blinking but there’s neither anyone to care about it nor a cake to be baked in there anymore.

~ THE END ~

Comments

[shani-37.livejournal.com]

ahahahaha...combo pervy + horny jin..no christmas cake for u!!! thanx for sharing..=)

[moon-catcher.livejournal.com]

Between a cake and Kame, Jin sure can give up on the first one if made to choose xP
Thanks for reading ^^