They say the tumour's deep, wedged within the deepest section of Kame's brain - that's what they tell him, later, but Koki can't hear past the roar in his brain and the hand clenched vice-tight within his own.
Kame knew that as the student director of the Drama club it would be a fair task to get into the leading jock's pants, but that doesn't mean he wasn't going to try - and succeed.
- Crack!fic Plot
Koki was not impressed when Kame spontaneously forgot every one of his memories and attained those of Shuuji - it's <i>really hard</i> to watch your boyfriend with Yamapi hanging all over them with <i>no objections</i> every time Yamapi's hand strays a little too close to his arse (Jin is going to Get Some Words next time Koki sees him, because those concoctions are <i>dangerous</i>.
Sometimes, Koki reflects on the moments leading to this point but mostly he is merely content to sit by Kame's side in quiet contemplation, sometimes holding each other's hands or leaning companionably on a shoulder watching the world pass in a swirl of motion.
- First Time
The time Koki said, "I love you" it was pressed to Kame's temple and simply mouthed while Kame slept in a tangle of lengthy limbs within his arms and the moon shone through the draft-pushed curtains.
The day the law passed to enable Gay marriage was the day Koki hailed Kame as his lawfully beloved husband in front of the entirety of JE. (I can't do fluff to save me!)
I don't know! I can't do humour on demand either. All of my funniest comments seem to come when I'm not paying attention to myself.
Koki doesn't really expect the alcohol to cheer Kame up when Jin leaves for America, but it has unexpected consequences...
The light playing off Kame's sweaty skin as they move together, fluid as their dances and slow as Jin's reading fascinates Koki, compelling him to drag his tongue down Kame's chest, from the sternum down as far as he could reach joined together as they are.
When Koki and Kame start bickering for the third time that week even Maru is getting tired of it (after all, it's still only Tuesday), so they're a little bit relieved when a passing Nishikido snickers and advises them to get a room and then proceeds to describe vividly the things to do in said room - obviously gaining a vindictive sort of pleasure from the way Kame starts turning red and shifting uncomfortably.
It's a physical hurt, swelling in his chest each time he sees the photos of Jin and those girls in the papers (there're just enough fans in America to catch candid moments in the dark of club corners and doorways it seems) - even though they made no promises when Jin left (in fact, they didn't talk at all).
In the orphanage, Jin treats the younger kids to card games and magic tricks (the sparkle in Chinen-chan's eyes and the awestruck look on Takaki-kun's face, slack-jawed and absorbed within the disappearing scarf worth the extra effort) before Ueda tucks the blankets snug around them, stroking hair back from foreheads and smiling goodnight.
Jin blinked, astonished - after all, it isn't every day one wakes up in a field of clovers with a naked Ueda frolicking.
Jin and Ueda move in together the day KAT-TUN dies, the day they are free to live for themselves again. KT-TN is there for their housewarming wearing smiles and holding flowers.
- First Time
Their first time is right after they stumble upon Kame and Koki in the dance-room closet, when they've safely avoided embarrassed, on-the-war-path-Kame and found themselves in an empty practice hall full of mirrors and each sporting hard, flushed countenances.
Jin never felt this way when all of those nameless girls went down on him in America (all too eager, those girls in clubs dressed in skimpy skirts and g-strings), never felt this strange tightening in his chest as well as his stomach and he wonders if he should get his heart checked out (he did eat an awful lot of hamburgers...) with how hard and fast it beat at the sight of Ueda on his knees before him, smoky gaze raised to meet his. And they hadn't even started yet. (Hopefully this makes up for the smutless smut? :D)
Jin pants and puffs as he runs over the last bridge and up the front steps to Ueda's apartment - 6 hours a day dancing apparently doesn't nearly make you fit enough to outrun fangirls - and at Ueda's raised eyebrow and small smile he bursts out, "It's not funny, damnit!" (It's really not, huh? I tried.)
Whenever Ueda gets annoyed with how domineering Kame is or how laid-back Maru is or anytime he can't get the dance steps right he just needs to call Jin and he knows he'll be able to get a laugh.
Rehearsal after everyone's gone home for the night meets an abrupt halt when Ueda rolls against him - performing the correct motions, for the twentieth time today - slim slender body hard against him and Jin can't refrain any longer, pulling those damn hips ever closer and rubbing against him - missing the satisfied smirk on the older man's lips. (sorry there's not more smut D:)
The letter encases a picture of the two together at one of their concerts, pressed close in their customary fan-service, and the lust portrayed on his own face makes Jin start and suck a sharp breath in.