Kame wakes shivering slightly. There’s a sudden cold gust of air coming from somewhere near and he can feel it in his entire upper body, uncovered by the sheets. He could easily ignore it, pull the sheets back up to his neck and turn back around to where the bed is warmer but there’s something mixed in the cold breeze that stops him from doing so. 


It’s a smell. It tickles his nose in a weirdly familiar way and he turns his head in the direction he thinks the scent is coming from. He opens his eyes slowly when his brain finally makes the connection.

Smoke. Cigarette smoke.

His suspicions are confirmed by the sight that greets him. Just a few feet away, sitting on the cushioned ledge in front of the big glass window is Jin. He has a cigarette dangling from one hand, the red tip glistening bright against the dark sky. He is only wearing a pair of low riding soft pants and no t-shirt but the cold doesn’t seem to bother him in the least. 


Kame watches as Jin brings the cigarette to his lips and takes a drag, blows steam up into the night air and flicks the ashes out the window with a small, careless gesture. The breeze takes the smell to the bed and Kame breaths it in, closes his eyes and feels it washing over his senses, his nose tickling yet again.


He figures he must have made some kind of noise because when he opens his eyes again not two seconds later, Jin has turned his head in his direction and is looking at him.


 “You are awake,” Jin says, a small lopsided smile gracing his lips.


 “So are you,” Kame points out, quite unnecessarily.

“Can’t sleep,” the other replies bringing the cigarette back to his lips. It moves up and down comically in the corner of his mouth when he speaks next, not bothering to move it back to his fingers. “Did I wake you?”  

 “No,” Kame replies around a yawn, “cold woke me.” He scratches his chest absently, “And you should move away from that window. You are standing there half naked and what if there are paparazzi around and…”


Jin laughs at that, standing up to close the window. “You are so paranoid. It’s three in the freaking morning, there are no paparazzi around.”

Kame feels his face flush a little. It didn’t even occur to him that it was that late. He swallows the ever present urge to say something stupid like ‘well, you never know’ just to get the last word out, and buries his head back on the pillow instead, groaning something that sounds suspiciously like ‘fuck off’.

Jin takes pity on him. “I wouldn’t blame a paparazzi for wanting pictures of me like this, though” he says, and Kame watches as he bends over to pick up a bottle from the floor, making those pants drop impossibly low and giving him a tantalizing glimpse of backside. “I mean, those were probably going to sell pretty damn well.”

 “Sure,” Kame drawls, voice muffled into the pillow, “remind me to report that very idea to Johnny during our next meeting. Akanishi Jin half naked and smoking in front of my apartment window. Big seller.”  Kame readjusts then, turning properly on his side. He faces the window and lifts the corner of the sheet on the other side of the bed silently.

 
Jin turns in his direction and there’s a smirk dancing on his lips. He stops on the space between bed and window, holds the beer bottle in one hand and his still lit cigarette on the other and opens his arms wide.  He lifts one eyebrow in a silent dare.


Kame stares at him and can’t help but feel like his breath has just been stolen. Jin is barefooted, his hair is disheveled, his pants are almost falling off of his hips and there’s a faint glow from the streets lights framing the outline of his body against the dark night. He looks like nothing Kame hasn’t seen hundred of times before and yet he thinks that Jin has rarely looked that good.    

“Fine. It would be a big seller,” he concedes, “now come back to bed.”


Jin just smiles, puts his cigarette back on his lips and pads his way back to the bed. He places his bottle on the bedside table and sits on the mattress with his back against the headboard.   “You are so damn easy” he says amusedly as he moves a hand to Kame’s hair, gently places some strands behind the other’s ear.


Kame quickly props himself up on an elbow and takes Jin’s cigarette from his lips carefully. “And you should put that out.”

“What?” Jin asks, brows furrowed and fingers quickly reaching for Kame’s, “are you joining the no-smoking campaign now?”

“No,” Kame replies, easily moving the cigarette away from Jin’s reach, “I’m joining the ‘don’t let idiots set the sheets on fire’ campaign.”  He points a finger to a nearby desk. “There’s an ashtray over there, get it.”

Jin picks the object without protest and brings it to bed with him and Kame gives the cigarette back, careful of ashes falling on the sheets.

There’s a moment of silence as Jin takes a long drag and pointedly flicks the ashes on the ashtray, and Kame rolls his eyes at him. The smoke is still swirling slowly around his head when Jin speaks. “Why do you even have an ashtray around in your room? I thought you quit?”


“I did.” Kame replies, watching the smoke dissipate in the air. “But I…” he adds almost as an afterthought as his eyes focus on Jin’s face, “I have my setbacks.”

“Hm.” Jin says absently, no traces of judgment in his voice. “Sounds like you got yourself addicted.”

“Probably” Kame agrees somewhat reluctantly. “It’s a bad addiction to have” he adds, head falling back into the pillow. “Have you ever tried to quit?”

“Once” Jin says thoughtfully, “it didn’t work though, and I didn’t try again ever since.” He puts out the cigarette and lies on his side on the bed, head propped up on one hand while the other plays gently with the hair falling over Kame’s forehead. “I’m really bad at quitting stuff.”

“Yeah?” the other asks, closing his eyes. He feels relaxed in ways that have nothing to do with sleepiness, and smiles upon feeling the warm fingers travel quickly from hair to cheeks onto neck and collarbone.   

“Yeah” Jin whispers. “You could say I’m rather…” he starts only to let the phrase linger in the air, hands stopping their current exploration.

“Rather what?” Kame asks, opening his eyes just in time to see Jin slowly sucking two fingers into his mouth, smiling around the digits. When the same fingers come back to his skin, he gasps at the contact despite knowing it was coming.


“Rather fond” Jin replies with a leer, wet fingers finding a nipple and circling it delicately, “of my addictions.”

Kame breathes a chuckle at that, the exclamation of ‘you are so ridiculous’ dying on his throat and giving way to a small moan when he feels the fingers travel lower. He looks down at the hand currently caressing his stomach, covers it with one of his before looking back up.

He takes Jin’s hungry stare, the way his eyes travel slowly over his body and settle on his crotch for a moment before moving up to his face. Jin has a lazy smile that makes his intentions perfectly clear, but Kame asks anyway, his own lazy smile not helping him on trying to keep a very weak pretense up. “What do you think you are doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Jin says, lifting up from the mattress and yanking the sheet aside unceremoniously from Kame’s lower half. He places his legs on either side of Kame’s and settles over him, smiling wickedly as he then runs his hands firmly over the torso on display and watches a shiver run over the skin. “I’m setting the sheets on fire.”

Kame laughs out loud. “You are so ridiculous”, he manages this time, voice full of mirth.


Jin doesn’t bother with an answer to that and cups Kame through his pants instead. He chuckles when the other arches momentarily off the bed, a loud gasp escaping his lips. “You were saying?” he asks, hand kneading harder. 

Kame ignores the question, a smirk his only warning before he changes the game completely, moves Jin’s unoccupied hand to his mouth and starts licking his fingers.

Jin pants and watches as Kame guides his hand back to his chest and over the previously neglected nipple, caressing it. “You are such a fucking tease” he hisses, rubbing harder between his legs and pinching the nub lightly in retaliation.

Kame’s lips open around a loud moan and Jin takes the opportunity to lie over the body under his. He licks inside Kame’s mouth once, twice, and stays close, his fingers slipping under the waistband of the other’s pants and curling expertly around his cock.

Kame closes his eyes and starts rocking, body setting a rhythm. He slips both hands through Jin’s hair, keeps him close enough to share breath and makes him move with him. He does it for a while, stopping only when he opens his eyes again and looks down, takes notice of Jin’s neglected erection tenting his pants.


He grips Jin’s wrist and halts his movements just before pushing both of their pants mid thigh and out of the way. Kame pulls the other’s body closer then, rocks harder, hisses in pleasure when he feels Jin’s cock sliding next to his own.

“Do us both” he commands and it takes Jin only a second to comply, his broad hand closing around both their members and pulling roughly.

“Yes” Kame exhales hotly. He holds Jin’s face with both hands and showers him with open mouthed kisses. He bites his chin and his earlobe, licks and kisses the mole on the corner of his right eye and rubs their cheeks together before finally kissing him full on the lips.

He has his tongue inside Jin’s mouth when he comes, and has to stop kissing as pleasure shoots straight through his brain. He drops boneless against the sheets and tries to catch his breath back.

When a drop of sweat falls on his cheek and makes him look up he meets Jin’s heated gaze with one of his own and moves. 

Jin gets quickly overwhelmed when a second hand joins his and pulls harder, quicker. Kame’s sight, feel and smell all over him coupled with the frantic rhythm of his hand, pushes him over the edge after just a few seconds.

 

Their harsh panting fills the air for a couple of minutes before Kame kisses Jin’s damp forehead, gently pushes him off of him. Jin rolls around and props himself up, leans back against the headboard yet again. He reaches for a tissue box on the bedside table and passes it to Kame. “Here.”

Kame cleans himself up quickly and watches as Jin lights up a cigarette, watches as he takes a slow drag, blowing steam up into the air. The smoke dances around him and Kame stares at it entranced. He feels himself desperately craving the feel of nicotine on his tongue and the need might have shown in his expression somehow because not a moment later, Jin is wordlessly giving him the lit cigarette.


Kame accepts it without a word and takes a long drag. He holds the smoke inside his mouth for a few seconds, letting it escape slowly, its delicate curls dancing upwards and into the air of the room. 


He gives the cigarette back to Jin, feels a very small pang of guilty already nibbling the corners of his brain for having yet another setback. “You make bad habits look fucking good” he blurts out suddenly as Jin puts the cigarette back on his own lips.  

The other smirks knowingly at that. “I guess you are one of my bad habits then” he says, “cause you look really fucking good right now.”


Kame punches him in the arm.

“It’s true!” Jin protests around a laugh, gently rubbing his abused arm. “If I wasn’t so spent, I would do you in a 
heartbeat.”