Junno had mentioned something about them having a new stylist and how the man seemed to favor tight pants. Koki merely nodded at the information while reaching a hand back to remove his underwear from his buttcrack, finishing it with a loud snapping of the elastic.

“That’s really classy, man,” Akanishi commented amusedly to which Koki shrugged. “Hey, comfort comes first.” 

            “Yeah, decency and good manners be dammed,” interjected Ueda with a roll of his eyes, having just arrived where the others were. He motioned with his head in the direction he had come from. “Go Akanishi. You and Kame are the only ones who still need to finish dressing and I refuse to get on stage late because of your laziness. Move.”

            “Yes Sir,’” Jin replied with a quick salute before walking to the dressing room.

            So, they had a new stylist. Jin couldn’t say that he really minded that. He never paid much attention to the clothes they had to wear on stage and on TV but at the same time he supposed that getting a change from how they had been dressing lately wouldn’t be exactly a bad thing.

            He wondered what kind of clothing this new stylist would make them wear – while sincerely hoping there wouldn’t be as much plaid fabric – when he turned the knob and entered the dressing room.

            As expected, Kame was the only one there, turning this and that way while checking himself in the big mirror on the wall. He turned his back fully to it and looked down at his reflection. Jin’s eyes instinctively followed the movement and upon taking a good look at his band mate’s reflection he came to a sudden conclusion.               

The new stylist was a freaking genius.

He probably made some kind of excited noise in the back of his throat or something because Kame’s head jerked up suddenly and he looked surprised to see him there. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” Jin replied, still watching as Kame turned his eyes back to the mirror.

“Don’t you think these jeans are a little too revealing?” he asked, and Jin shook his head vehemently, his eyes glued to Kame’s ass on the mirror. “Not at all” he replied.

“I don’t know,” Kame said in an uncertain tone, “I think they look…”

            “I think they look great,” Jin interjected, his eyes never moving an inch.

“Really?” Kame asked, not quite agreeing with the other’s opinion. “I really don’t know,” he said. “I just think they are…” getting on his tiptoes, he moved his backside a bit to check how much movement the pants would provide.  

“Oh yeah, just like that. Those are the best,” Jin purred and the tone in his voice made Kame look back at him, wanting to check if Akanishi was perhaps making fun of him.

He frowned upon realizing that Jin’s eyes were glued to his image in the mirror. He followed the line of the other’s gaze and blinked a couple of times. It surely looked like Jin was starring directly at… “No, that can’t be true,” he thought.

But still, Jin’s eyes wouldn’t budge. Kame decided to check if he was correct in his assumption.

“I don’t know,Jin,” he said, his back to the mirror and his eyes following his band mate’s every move. “I still think those are …” and while he said that, he moved his ass a bit, watching as Jin’s eyes followed his movements.

“Rather inappropriate,” he said, pursing his lips.

            “Not at all,” the other replied with a wave of his hand, not bothering to look up.

“Indecent,” Kame continued, moving slowly from one side to the other.

“It’s all in your head, really,” Jin replied absently, mesmerized by the sight.

“Perverted,” Kame concluded, gritting his teeth and doing a quick hip thrust.

“No, never that,” Jin said, licking his lips.

            “Oh for fuck’s sake Akanishi, will you stop ogling my ass?” Kamenashi said, turning around to face the other man fully and crossing his arms over his chest indignantly.

Jin blinked a few times, finally looking up at his companion’s face. “What?”

“You,” the other said. “Can you stop looking at my ass like you were a man dying of hunger and it was your last meal?”

Jin pondered that statement. “Well, it does look delicious…”

“Akanishi!” the other blushed furiously, suddenly feeling the need to pull his t-shirt down over his waist as much as he possibly could.

“What? Calm down, it’s a compliment,” the other said honestly. “You have one of the nicest asses around.”

Kame thought his eyes would pop out of his head for sure. “Why, thank you,” he answered sarcastically. “Now that makes me feel so much better about how awkward and completely inappropriate this conversation is.”

Jin smirked and shrugged. “Ne Kame, don’t be such a…” - the word ‘tight ass’ came to mind but Jin quickly decided against it – “bad sport.”

“I’m not a bad sport,” the other said defensively.

“Does that mean you are accepting the fact that you have a great butt?” Jin smiled.

Kame closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “God, you are impossible!”

“Nope, not impossible,” the other replied cheerfully, finally moving around the room to where his clothing was hanging. “Just an admirer of the finer things in life.”

“Well, don’t mind my feelings about this. I don’t feel objectified at all,” Kame said throwing both arms in the air in frustration.

“Like I said, you shouldn’t feel bad,” Jin explained while unbuttoning his shirt. “It’s a compliment.”

“Oh yeah? And how would you feel if I ogled your ass, Akanishi?” Kame said, looking defiant and raising one eyebrow.

“Me?” the other replied. “I wouldn’t really blame you,” he concluded, discarding his shirt over a nearby chair. “I am known to have the nicest backside in this band,” he winked.

            Kame gaped. He blinked a few times and gapped some more. Then he let out an indignant huff and left the dressing room quickly, banging the door as loudly as he could on his way out.

“Yours come second!” Jin yelled, and Kame felt like his ears would combust.

He marched down the hall, nodding wordlessly to the rest of the band. He then crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at nothing, signalizing to the others that trying to speak with him would result in a most painful death.

“Damn that pervert, Akanishi,” he thought, glaring at the wall.

            He was still frowning when they were told to get ready. Jin had joined them by now ,  making sure to wink at Kame while mouthing the words ‘second best’ just before getting on stage.

“Not a good sport, huh?” Kame thought, his eyes following down the line of Akanishi’s back until it reached his ass. A wicked smile crossed his face.

            “We will see about that.”

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            “Thank you very much,” Jin said to the audience of screaming girls. Next to him, his band mates were bowing and waving as well.

             He caught a sudden movement from the corner of his eye and seemingly out of nowhere, a suspiciously familiar voice whispered near in his ear.

            “It really is a fine ass.”

            And before he could react to that, Jin felt a hand grab his butt and squeeze it firmly.

He yelped and quickly jumped to the other side. He looked at his abuser and his eyes went wide as saucers when he realized that his attacker had been none other than Kame.

“Payback,” the other mouthed around a smile, and then turned his attention back to the audience like nothing had happened. He even waved with the hand that had just been where all the girls in the room wished their hands could have been.

Jin gaped. He looked at Kame and the other smirked.

            “Oh, Kamenashi,” he thought to himself, grinning evilly. “You are on.”

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            “Stay away from me,” Kame shouted and tried to hide behind Maru, who instinctively opened his arms trying to help his younger band mate.

            “Get out of the way, Maru,” Jin said, low and menacingly, even though his eyes were full of mirth, “or you are getting it too.”

            “What am I getting?” Yuichi asked confused. He looked to the other members in search of some sort of help, but Junno and Koki merely shrugged, not knowing it either.

            “Ask Kamenashi,” Jin replied.

            “Don’t worry Maru, nothing is going to happen,” Kame was quick to assure his friend “You just make sure to keep your ass turned to the wall.”

            “What?” Koki, Maru and Junno asked in unison.

            “What the hell is going on here?” Ueda asked calmly while entering the room. He opened a water bottle and threw one at Koki, who was so shocked at his surroundings that he didn’t even see it coming before it was too late. “Oww oww owww,” he said when the bottle hit him in the chest and bounced on his feet.

            “If you all must know,” Jin said smugly. “Kamenashi, there, grabbed my ass.”

            “Ehhhh?” the other’s said.   

             “You started it,” Kame pointed at Jin accusingly. “You ogled my ass while I was getting changed.”

            “Ehhhhh?” the confused voices echoed through the room once again.

            “It doesn’t matter who started what,” Jin said matter-of-factly. “You grabbed my ass. You even squeezed it.  I was molested! That means I get to grab your ass as well.”

            “No you don’t!” the other replied indignantly.

            “Would you rather I grabbed your crotch instead?” Akanishi asked and Kame’s eyes went wide, a sudden blush appearing on his cheeks.

            Jin blinked a couple of times at the sight. “Would you?” he repeated, his voice dropping low.

            The changing room became instantly silent.

            The air felt suddenly charged and Junno – in a spectacular demonstration of his capabilities of actually reading an atmosphere – suggested in a small voice, “Do you guys want us to leave?”

            “Yes, please.”

“I think it’s best that you do,” the other two said, their eyes never leaving each other’s faces.

            The four members flew the room as fast as their legs would take them, banging the door behind them as they went.

            Once they were alone, Jin was the first one to take a step in Kame’s direction. Cautiously, Kame also took a step in Jin’s direction.

In a flash, both of them moved quickly and met in the middle, their lips clashing violently, hands grabbing wherever they could reach.

            “Hmmmmmm,” Jin hummed while sucking on Kame’s tongue. They separated for a second and he used that chance to kiss the other’s neck. “You should get competitive over who has the best ass more often.”

            “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,” Kame answered distractedly, eyes closed, lips plundering Jin’s again to shut him up. Kissing him was pure bliss, and in that very moment he couldn’t say he cared about how they had come to that. 

            Jin moved back a bit again, biting Kame’s bottom lip and pulling it between his teeth, gently. “Why don’t you just admit you wanted to grab my ass?”

            “You ogled mine first,” Kame replied, placing wet, open mouthed kisses to every patch of skin he managed to reach without opening his eyes, which happened to be Jin’s chin.

            “Just looking doesn’t hurt,” Jin said around a smile, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, exposing his neck to the other’s lips.

            “Neither does touching, if done properly,” Kame said absently, latching on the delicious expanse of flesh presented to him.

            He yelped the next second upon feeling hands grabbing both sides of his butt and squeezing firmly.

            “Now, how about that?” Jin asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

            “You are such an ass,” Kame replied, rolling his eyes.

“What?” the other said, feigning shock. “Don’t objectify me, Kamenashi.”


”I’m not” the other laughed. “I’m offending you.”

”Oh, ok,” Jin said, dropping a gentle peck on Kame’s nose. “Well, objectifying feels better, so put those hands back where they belong,” he finished, grabbing Kame’s hands and placing them back on his backside.


            Kame smirked and fondled the ass under his fingers, “You are on.”
 
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