FIC: Perspective

Title: Perspective
Author: oddest_nooks/musikologie
Pairing: Jin/Kame, Nakamaru
Rating: NC-17
Notes/Disclaimer: Still not mine. Written for yet another fabulous installment of the One-Hour Fic Challenge – the subject this time being the LIPS PV. The other amazing fics are here: anamuan | goldengutgirl | imwahyou | iverin | karinberry | mousapelli | pearljemz | shatteredinu | soucieux | spurious | tokyostory | wintersjuly | yamapea

Summary: Nakamaru is unsure about the PV's setting and costuming, but Kame and Jin show him the benefits….



Nakamaru is uncomfortable in his costume. Looking at it in the mirror, he supposes it's not too horribly different than the one he wore for the previous PV shooting, but there's something that's not right about it… not safe. Maybe it's the lack of color. Maybe it's the menacing set. Maybe it's the fact that a stylist tried to chase him around for a half-hour with eyeliner until he threatened to draw all over Ueda's costume with it.

Kame leans against the counter, and cocks his head. "You're not looking at it the right way." Nakamaru frowns.

"Maybe I'm too ordinary to look at it the right way," he mutters, fingering the embellishments on his jacket cuff. A sound behind him startles him, and he turns, throwing up his hands just in time to catch the hat Jin throws his way.

"You just need to broaden your perspective a bit," Jin says, walking toward the pair. Nakamaru holds out the hat, but Jin only tugs it down onto Nakamaru's head. "It looks good on you."

"You're just saying that to be edgy," Nakamaru says, his hand hovering on the brim. "It's not me."

"You think this is me?" Kame laughs, pointing to his heavy makeup. He leans in to whisper against Nakamaru's ear. "Sometimes it's fun to play along."

Nakamaru looks skeptical.

"Watch and learn." Jin pulls Kame off of the counter, hand pushing back his jacket. He lifts his other hand against Kame's face, thumb brushing over his nose, lips, cheek. He smirks, thumb reaching the edge of Kame's overly made-up eyes, smearing the eyeshadow. Kame licks his lips, suddenly thrusting his hands into Jin's hair and pulling him down for a kiss, open-mouthed and hungry. No pretense, no fooling around, just dueling tongues and clashing breath.

Jin drops to his knees, unzipping his coat and laying it on the ground. He undoes the sash around Kame's waist, throwing it off to Nakamaru, who has to dive to the floor to catch it. "There," Jin says as he works on undoing Kame's pants. "Think of something to do with that."

Nakamaru tries to look at the scarf in his hand, the shiny fabric flowing against his hand, but his gaze is drawn back to Jin and Kame. Their shoes have been kicked off, and their positions somehow reversed, and Kame is on his knees on the fur ruff of Jin's coat, tongue licking up the underside of Jin's cock, hands grasped tightly around his hips. Jin has a hand clutched tightly, painfully in Kame's hair, but Kame does nothing but hum appreciatively. Jin swears, and sends a glance Nakamaru's way, eyes slitted with pleasure.

"Got any ideas for that, yet?" he asks. Nakamaru shrugs.

"Maybe." He walks over, kneels behind Kame. He lifts the edge of Kame's shirt, and Kame understands, pulling away from Jin just long enough for Nakamaru to throw the offending garment off to the side. Nakamaru trails the edge of the scarf down Kame's back, and watches Kame shiver. Jin gasps.

"Is that all you've got?" Nakamaru shakes his head, and pulls Kame's arms off of Jin's hips, behind his back, tying them deftly with the scarf. Kame looks back quickly, and Jin's eyes positively glitter. "That's more like it."

Nakamaru rests his hand against Kame's shoulder, pulling back, until Kame is on his back. Jin shoves off the rest of his pants and kneels next to him, eyes still focused on Nakamaru. "And next?"

Nakamaru hesitates, staring at Kame. Kame stares back at him, make-up smeared, hair mussed, pants undone. The ends of the scarf are visible from under his back. "I want…" He swallows. "I want to watch you fuck him."

Kame stares at him, wide-eyed. "And what about you?"

"I like to watch." Nakamaru sits back, his jacket falling off his arms.

Jin snorts. "Any good stories?"

"Want to know what Koki and Junno get up to in the dressing rooms when we're not there?" Nakamaru smirks as Jin and Kame both shudder. "You asked."

Jin digs in a pocket of his jacket, pulling out a tube. Kame laughs.

"I can't believe you have that in your coat. I can't believe your coat has pockets."

"In America, they had a saying," Jin says, unscrewing the tube. He looks up, winks. "Be prepared."

Kame's head falls back as Jin's lubed finger pushes against him. He groans, jaw slack, and Nakamaru can't keep his eyes off of Kame's face, his panting mouth, needy eyes, beads of sweat collecting against his hair. Kame tosses his head as Jin adds a second finger, and Nakamaru suppresses a groan, his hand drifting to undo his belt and the buttons on his pants.

Jin positions himself against Kame's entrance, and breathes, catching Kame's gaze with his own. "Ready?" he murmurs.

"Fuck," Kame groans, and Jin takes that as consent, sliding into him slowly, agonizingly slow. Kame arches up, shoulders digging into the coat, hips pushing forward until Jin is buried fully. They both pause, Jin brushing a strand of hair away from Kame's forehead, before he thrusts again, a bit sharper, a bit harder, and Kame is meeting him, movement for movement, toes curling against the floor. "Yuichi," he manages to get out, and Nakamaru starts, his hand hurriedly coming out of his pants. Kame winks at him. "Get over here and untie me."

Nakamaru reaches under Kame, unties the knot, and Kame's hands fly out, one hand reaching for his own erection, the other reaching for Nakamaru. Nakamaru swears, his hand automatically reaching for something, anything, and settles for Kame's hair, shifting himself closer so Kame can press his lips against Nakamaru's cock.

"Oh, you… I… fuck," Jin thrusts one last time and stiffens, shudders. He pulls out, hands joining Kame's own on his cock, and Kame is next to yell, hands a blur as his come falls against their joined hands and his chest. Kame sucks faster, and Nakamaru tries to pull back, but Jin's behind him, and Nakamaru swears, his come smearing Kame's makeup.

Their breaths mingle in the silence, as each come down from their high. Jin is the first to recover.

"Shit," Jin says. "The cleaning bill on this coat is going to cost a fortune."

"What about broadening your perspective and playing along?" Nakamaru asks, a trace of irony in his voice.

Jin pouts. "Costume designers have no sense of humor."