Like on most days, Jin padded into his kitchen and opened a cupboard in search of his favorite mug.

He found it, filled it with coffee, cradled the object with both hands and brought it to his lips, absently blowing the hot liquid as he leaned against the kitchen counter. This too, was routine.

What was not , was the way his eyes kept darting to the threshold, the way he kept trying to hear every little noise in the apartment, how he felt slightly jittery and uncomfortable standing in his very own kitchen.

It had been a long time since he last felt like this, Jin thought, suddenly remembering with amazing clarity why he choose to have his sex escapades anywhere but on his own home and why he always left before dawn.

There was no way he could have done that this time, though, he mused.

Jin hadn’t been looking for sex in that nightclub; he never did when he went out with all the guys. There was just something essentially wrong about trying to pick up girls in the presence of Nakamaru, he figured.

At some point during the night though, there were just him and Kame left at the table. Kame, who turned into a completely different person outside of work, whose fingers curled effortlessly around the necks of beer bottles as he offered them, whose jokes turned suddenly funnier if a bit meaner, whose charm seemed to flare to life under the dim blue lights of the bar. Kame who looked happy and way too comfortable in  his own skin and so hot Jin could swear he had seen steam rising from his frame at some point while they were on the dancing floor.

Kame, who danced impossibly close, whose tongue licked expertly over Jin’s lips as he whispered wicked, wicked promises into Jin’s mouth. Kame, who Jin desperately wanted to see naked under him and over his bed sheets. Not just any sheets. His sheets.

And under such circumstances, how was he supposed to take Kame anywhere but to his own home?

But that had been last night and now it was morning. Jin pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, pondering why the hell he hadn’t considered the possibility of a rather awkward morning after.

Such thoughts flew his mind immediately the second Kame entered his kitchen wearing a strangely familiar pair of grey sweatpants – his pair of grey sweatpants, Jin noticed after a moment – a white shirt, impossibly attractive bed hair and a soft smile.

Everything from the way Jin’s pants didn’t quite fit him and hung low on his hips to the way he walked up to him and said ‘good morning’ spoke of a domesticity that shouldn’t exist, but somehow did, and Jin found himself thinking if that was what would be like to wake up with Kame every day.

Slowly, he moved away from the counter and closer to Kame, wondering what to say or do, wondering if it would be too inappropriate to tell Kame that he could keep those sweats because he looked so fucking good in them, but most of all, wondering if kissing him would make what had been so easy just a couple of hours ago, too weird under the harsh light of day and complete soberness.

The way Kame was leaning in his direction and smiling, lashes dropping slowly over his eyes, was slightly reassuring though, and Jin decided to test if his move was welcome by closing the gap between them with a quick, chaste kiss to Kame’s lips.

He was leaning back when he caught a glimpse of teeth, saw Kame’s smile go from soft to playful and then to predatory in the spam of a second just before he felt warm fingers curl around his neck and pull him forward.

And then there were lips and breath and hands puling on his hair as Kame kissed him senseless; tongue coaxing, exploring, licking gentle patterns on the roof of his mouth and leaving him gasping.

That softness from before had returned to Kame’s face when he retreated, Jin noticed while catching his breath, and the combined effect of the kiss and Kame’s expression left him so dumbfounded that he ended up blurting the first thing that came to mind.

“Coffee?” he asked, coughing and flushing embarrassedly at the high pitch sound of his voice. “I mean, would you like some coffee?” Jin tried again.

“Coffee sounds good,” Kame replied, reaching past him to the sink where another mug was sitting. If he picked up on the way the coffee pot shook slightly as Jin filled his mug he didn’t comment on it, and simply carried it with him to the round table in the middle of the kitchen where he sat, gesturing with his head for Jin to take the opposite seat.

Jin sat, carefully cradling his mug in his hands, borrowing its warmth. He found that keeping it close to his lips, even if he wasn’t necessarily drinking, could be the perfect excuse to keep his mouth firmly shut.

It he didn’t speak he wouldn’t – hopefully - embarrass himself by saying something stupid, Kame wouldn’t realize that he was feeling ridiculously nervous – and without cause, because this was Kame, and there was no reason to be nervous about rumpled, sexy, sleepy mused, Kame - and all would be fine.

“You were so hot last night,” the words cut straight through Jin’s thoughts, making him tilt the mug more than necessary and choke on the coffee.

Kame laughed at that. “I mean it,” he added smoothly, and Jin jumped a little at the sudden contact of a cotton clad feet against his calf.

“I…you…I mean…” Jin stuttered, gulping when he felt Kame’s limb start a slow brush up and down against his leg. “You were pretty hot yourself,” he managed after cleaning his throat.

Kame smiled affectionately, warm feet crawling expertly up and over Jin’s thigh. “And you looked good, too” he continued, “but not half as good as you look right now.”

Jin inhaled sharply; ”You looked fucking better”  he admitted through gritted teeth; screw this not-talking business. “I wanted to bring you home and fuck you the moment we were alone in that club”.

“You wanted to bring me home,” Kame mused, one hand leaving his mug and moving slowly towards his lap under the table, “didn’t you want to fuck me right there and then?” he asked, just as his feet slid up and right into Jin’s crotch.

“Yes”  Jin whispered shakily, body sinking on his seat and legs opening shamelessly to give Kame better access. “I wanted to fuck you right there.”

“Tell me” Kame said, tongue darting out to moisten lips gone dry, “tell me how you would have done it” he finished, feet rubbing quicker.

“I…” Jin panted, eyelids drooping slowly over his eyes, “I would…”

“What, Jin” Kame asked, toes curling inside his sock teasingly. “What would you do?”

“I would shove you against a wall,” Jin spoke in a low tone, “I would slip my leg between yours while kissing the hell out of you.” he added, stopping to moan at the sight of Kame across from him.

Kame's hand was moving under the table and out of Jin’s sight but there was no mistaking the way his arm shook, how the muscles in his bicep and neck were clenching. Kame was jacking off on his kitchen table while jerking him with his feet and Jin couldn’t believe he even thought about a morning with Kame being awkward when it was clearly going to be anything but.

“And what else,” Kame asked, head lolling gently to one side and feet trembling slightly on Jin’s lap, the move ripping another moan out of him . “What else would you do?”

Jin’s knuckles where turning white where they were gripping the edge of the table. “I would hump you until you came all over your clothes” he replied with a wicked smile, feeling too good to keep his eyes open.

“Hump me,” Kame repeated, rolling the words slowly on his tongue and Jin was sure he could hear the smirk on the other’s voice.

He couldn’t confirm his suspicions because next thing he knew, Kame’s feet stopped the gentle massaging of his cock and he planted his heel firmly on the edge of the chair. Jin thumbed the skin of Kame’s calf and was about to ask why he had stopped when he felt the other push forward, making the chair tumble back, taking Jin down with it.

Jin yelped when he hit the floor, startled when he felt the chair under him being kicked to the side and his back coming in direct contact with the cold kitchen tiles. A weight settled quickly over his lap and he looked up then, catching sight of Kame’s figure looming over him.

“Not if I do you first” Kame announced around a smirk, rolling his hips once to punctuate his statement just before latching onto a painfully slow, delicious rocking motion.

”Fuck” Jin exhaled raggedly, watching Kame’s smile grow bigger, eyes glinting happily down at him. His fingers itched to touch the body over his so he placed his hands tentatively at the other’s thigh, caressing the skin through he fabric of the sweatpants, moving his hands up ever so slowly until they reached Kame’s ass.

Encouraged by the way Kame moaned, Jin grabbed the muscle firmly and arched up against him, pushing Kame’s hips down harder to create more friction, to bring him closer. Kame let him do it for only for a minute before stilling completely.

“I told you I would do you first”, Kame whispered, fingers intertwining on the hem of Jin’s shirt, pulling the offending piece up and off. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you hanging”.

“Kame. Please,” Jin whined pitifully, “move,” he begged, trying to entice the other by thrusting up. Kame thrust down hard once in response and at the sudden wave of pleasure cursing through his body, Jin kicked the leg of the table, making his mug tumble to the floor spilling coffee all over.

Jin ignored it completely, too distracted by the way Kame’s head dropped down, his nose softly nuzzling the skin on his neck, at the sensation of Kame licking a path slowly down from his shoulder to his bicep.

“You smell like coffee and sex” Kame whispered and something at the very back of Jin’s mind reminded him of the fact that he hadn’t showered yet. “It’s good. It’s so very fucking good.”, the other purred.

 “I bet you taste like it, too” Kame added, and Jin didn’t know if he meant the coffee or the sex but it was obviously not important since Kame’s lips were back on his, kissing him slowly and wantonly, his hips finally, finally grinding down rougher, faster.

They started moving together then, picking up speed, Jin throwing his head back and moaning loudly as Kame inhaled deep, licking and kissing and biting at the skin of his neck.

Jin knew he sounded desperate but he didn’t care, he didn’t care because what Kame was doing to him was torture, sheer torture and he was so close he could feel it, could taste it on the tip of his tongue. “Kame,” he started, "Kame. I…”

“Shhh”  Kame soothed gently, combing his hair back just before placing his hands on either side of Jin's head on the floor,  bracing himself. He started grinding down harder then, rougher and faster, all the while pressing his face to Jin's neck.

 “I love that I can still smell myself on you.” he whispered raggedly, and that was all that Jin needed to hear to reach his peak, the heat twisted unbearably tight in his belly finally uncoiling and spreading all over his body, making him shiver.   

Jin figured he must have passed out for a couple of minutes from the intensity of it all because next thing he knew, he was blinking at the dull white ceiling and there was something cold pressing against his cheek.

He looked to his side and caught sight of Kame, sitting on the floor of his kitchen with a coffee mug in both hands. He had a rather large wet patch adorning the front of his sweatpants - his sweatpants, Jin thought snickering- but seemed unbothered by it.

The sight alone was so hot it made Jin immediately miss the feeling of Kame’s body over his. Or under his.  

Kame smiled when he caught the way Jin was staring at him and Jin simply smiled back. “Shower now?” he suggested, looking down at the wet patch on the front of his own pair of sweats.

The question made Kame laugh into his mug. “Finish coffee first” he replied serenely, reaching to ruffle Jin’s hair fondly with his free hand.

It made Jin sight contently and he wondered if he could keep Kame around for long enough until it was morning again.