The Same Deep Water As You
by Solo & Jo
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Tuesday 09 December
It got late. Kame doesn't have an early start tomorrow, so they took
their time, first over dinner and then in bed, and Jin has his eyes
closed, Kame's fingers curved around his hip. He feels tired and slack
and almost like a normal person.
Kame holds him without asking now. They both think so much, about
now and about before, Kame being careful, Jin wondering if Kame is
holding back. But in these moments they don't have to.
Kame feels strong like this. The glow's still in his skin, his
heartbeat slowing. Jin can feel it where he's listening. His own body
is woozy, his skin tingly and distant. But that part's familiar. This
isn't; this is new, or just old or different and he's missed it.
"Are you warm enough?" Kame asks, so quietly there's no rise in his chest.
"Yes," Jin says just as quietly, "fine," and Kame's touch makes sure
anyway, moving slowly and warm up his back, coming to rest between his
He could stay like this. Fall asleep when Kame smells warm and of them. Only he can't. But he can let it last a little longer.
It's easier now, when they know how they fit. When Kame doesn't take
so long to breathe and settle and Jin is less mindful whether his head
is too heavy or where to rest his hand.
Kame's hand is moving into Jin's hair, the way Jin likes, and Jin blinks lazily.
Those tiny nipples. He grins. They're kind of cute.
He still wonders if they're always sensitive, or if it depends on
mood. Maybe he can find out next time, or the time after. Once Kame
dares to be spontaneous, trusts himself to do the right things. Not to
do wrong things.
He didn't do anything wrong when it counted. Jin gave him every chance, and he didn't.
Jin closes his eyes, strokes Kame's chest with just the tips of his
fingers. Exhales slowly until there's nothing in his head but all that
Kame did right, all the ways Jin was right.
He doesn't have long now. They're cooling down, and in a minute,
Kame will offer Jin a shower, and later a drink, and then he'll make
sure he doesn't so much as throw a carnal glance at Jin while they hang
out and chill.
It's kind of stupid. But Jin's not complaining about chaste chilling and tales of samurai sword practice, at all.
Kame's shower is really complicated. Even now, when he's used it
several times, Jin has to think about what he's doing with all the
knobs and sliders after Kame helpfully 'set it to manual'. Kame
explained it to him in detail after their last date, and highly
recommended the rain shower head and some pivoting body spray.
Jin doesn't want to think about settings, he just wants a quick
rinse, a formality more than anything else. If Kame's own settings were
anywhere near sane, he'd just use them, but he tried that last time and
found that Kame apparently likes to be assaulted by his bathroom
"It works wonders for a sore back," Kame said when Jin expressed his
disbelief. And then went through an explanation of all the settings
This time, Jin makes sure to tune everything to a bearable level,
raises the temperature a little, and then he soaps himself off quickly.
He considers not washing his hair because it's such hassle to set, but
then does it anyway.
Next, wrapped in a towel and standing in front of the mirror, he
considers simply not drying it. But this is an assignment, this is a
client waiting outside, and Jin ought to make himself as presentable as
he normally does. He can't get… sloppy. He can't get sloppy or anything
Ten minutes later he's done, putting Kame's high-end hair-dryer back
on the shelf and throwing a generally pleased look around. At least
Kame is no longer nervous about mentioning anything to do with
bathrooms. That's a good step.
Outside, Kame is waiting for Jin with a smile, perched on the edge
of the bed. The bed has a fresh new sheet, just like last time, part of
the routine too. Jin hasn't seen that before, but maybe it's normal on
rests; some guys might be that fussy, some might do it to be polite.
Jin can't be sure what category Kame falls into but polite is probably
a good bet.
He'll relax more, though, Jin is sure. In time, it won't matter so much if something goes less than perfect.
"Did everything work all right?" Kame asks, getting up.
"I'm getting the hang of it," Jin says, smiling back, and then he
remembers. "Oh… I made it hotter. You'll have to set that back."
Kame nods quickly. "Sure, thanks. No problem. I'll just go…"
"Yeah." With a bit more time, Jin might wish Kame luck battling his bathroom. Now he just nods back.
"And… you know. Get comfortable," Kame says, indicating the freshly
made bed. "Please." By now it sounds natural, no longer like desperate
But he still gives Jin a lot of space when they pass each other and
makes sure not to look at his naked chest with too much interest. Jin
wonders if he should say that looking and touching is allowed, or if
that would make things awkward again.
For now, he lowers himself onto the side of the bed, sneaking a look
in the process to catch the last glimpse of Kame disappearing into the
When he's dropped the towel and settled on the bed with the covers
pulled up to his waist, he wonders how long they'll make it last this
time. The week before, he stayed for less than an hour after cleaning
up. Kame really didn't seem interested in any more sex. Jin's not sure
if that's nervousness, too. It's an awful lot of money for just one
He still feels warm, and now he's glad he's dried his hair because
he can lie back for a bit without getting the new sheet wet, and listen
to the sound of the pipes. He smiles at the ceiling. Kame and his weird
Their drinks are the same, too. Jin has no complaints about that,
because whatever it's called, it's possibly the nicest thing Kame has
served him so far, and Kame has good taste overall. Jin sips slowly,
because it's not just sweet but strong, and he tries not to make any
small ecstatic noises because that would be rude.
Kame has a plain whisky – a very small shot, and he's taking it
slow, too. Leaning against the headboard, he's pulling the light covers
up over his groin. As he's settling, their feet brush together, and for
once Kame doesn't apologize. Maybe it's okay when it's by accident, or
out of sight.
"Do you have a busy week ahead of you?" Jin asks, because it's normal, and not suggesting anything but friendly interest.
"Not very," Kame says. "I'll have most of the weekend off, and the promotion for the samurai movie hasn't really started yet."
"I'm glad," Jin says, and almost blushes because he wasn't thinking of dates but it sounds like that out loud.
Kame gives him a small smile. "Yeah, me too. But it'll get busier
again once we start filming." He stops to think with a tiny focussed
frown. "I'll be spending a couple of weeks on location in January.
They're recreating an entire early Edo village for us in Hokkaido."
Jin winces a little. "That's far away."
Kame turns his glass a couple of times. "I'll probably fly home one weekend, to see— my wife, she's called Midori."
There's nothing useful Jin can say to that, so he just nods, and takes another sip of that delicious stuff.
When he looks up again, Kame is facing him, looking like he'd rather not. "She's nice," he says. "I really like her. Just…"
There's any number of ways a practiced escort could respond; it's
not an uncommon situation to have a client mention his wife, though
they usually do it to complain.
But Jin still doesn't know what to say. All he has is questions, and
he can't ask them. Not yet, if ever. "I guess it would be easier if you
didn't," he says, because that's what Kame's expression makes him
think, and then he wonders if that was too much, too intrusive.
But all Kame says is, "Yeah," and he thinks, and then he turns to his whisky again. "Anyway," he says, "Hokkaido. January."
"Winter," Jin contributes helpfully.
Kame gives a small laugh. "Cheer me up more, why don't you."
With anybody else, this could be a cue. Jin downs the rest of his sticky drink while he tries to figure out whether—
"Not like that," Kame interrupts his thoughts. He doesn't sound
panicky or tense, only like he's just figured out what it sounded like,
too. "I meant it, last time," he adds, and when Jin meets his eyes he's
got that serious face again. "This is just… for relaxing. Both of us. I
don't usually… This is just nice."
No more sex coming up, no seduction required; Jin gets it.
"Okay," he says. "So, tell me more about your samurai?"
"At this point, he's still learning to hold a sword," Kame says. He
shakes his head with a little laugh. "I had my first training session
yesterday, and you should have seen me. It was like a comedy routine."
"You fell over?"
"Not completely, but I came pretty close a couple of times."
Jin up-ends his glass over his mouth while Kame tells him about
kendo for beginners, to see if any more sweet drops will come out.
Eventually, when Kame seems absorbed in trying to remember some step
sequence, he turns sideways a little and runs his finger through the
glass, licks it off.
"Are you licking the glass?" Kame sounds amused.
"Um. No," Jin says. "Well, not exactly." He wriggles his toes in
embarrassment, then realizes they're still touching Kame's leg. "Sorry."
Kame is laughing now, though Jin can tell he's trying to keep it low.
"It's a nice drink," he defends himself, and grins back when he can't help it.
"Well, we do have more," Kame says. "Can I get you another one?"
Jin hesitates. But it's getting too late for the subway anyway, so
he won't be walking by himself in the dark. Being tipsy in a cab isn't
dangerous. "I'd like that," he says. "Thanks." He doesn't suggest he
can get up himself, he's learning; and Kame looks really pleased when
Jin just hands him the glass.
There's a draft of air as Kame slides his legs out from under the
covers and heads for the liquor cabinet. Jin leans back a bit, watching
Last time, when Kame said he wasn't expecting stuff now, it was
about the sheet. Jin doesn't cover up with most clients, not when
they've paid for their time and their time isn't up, but it was nice
that Kame was clear even though it's never really cold in here.
"So how many hours of training do you get for this?" he asks when Kame comes back drink in hand.
"I have another half-day at the dojo," Kame says, "and one of the
trainers is coming along to the location for the fight scenes, too." He
raises a very well-groomed eyebrow. "It'll be a whole new picture once
they put me on those crazy period sandals, too." He sits and scoots
back to just where he was.
Jin remembers Shota's crack about heels, but it's not his place. And
those sandals would scare him too. "I hope they give you some time to
get used to it," Jin says, and then realizes that's probably a stupid
thought because producers and directors won't want their main actor to
break his legs.
And then he starts a little, at a painful screechy noise coming
through the wall somewhere, like someone drilling holes. At this time
"Oh," Kame says, reading his face. "My neighbours. Pulling in their awning."
"Ah," Jin says, in a lowered voice.
"No, it's not like that." Kame almost laughs. "It's just that one
thing, that's all I ever hear of them." He's contemplating his drink
with a distant good humour. "It's got worse over the months, I should
send somebody round with some oil. They must be going deaf right next
Jin has another sip of his drink; it's still quite full, but it's
getting late. Kame might want to go to bed. Though he's not looking
tired so far. "The house is quiet?"
"Yeah, I made sure… I like it quiet."
"Yeah, quiet is good," Jin agrees. He looks around, at the softly
lit walls, the long blinds everywhere, and then back at Kame… who's
followed his gaze and something has chased out the amusement, as if
he's thinking Jin's making a statement on his secrecy, when all Jin is
thinking is that it's pretty normal you don't want the world to watch
or hear you when you're sleeping with somebody.
"It's cozy here," he says. He kind of wishes they touched more, so
he could reach over and show Kame he means it in a nice way. "I like
your place." He tries a smile instead, nodding at the blinds. "And the
cat can't spy on us."
Kame has relaxed again, the vague tension resolving into a smile. "Yes, that's why. I cat-proofed the place."
"But your balcony's out there, right?" Jin points towards the glass doors beside the last kitchen shelf.
"The bit I use, yes. It goes on around the corner; actually all the way along the house, you've probably seen that."
Jin nods. It's where the stairs lead, and now he remembers the neighbours had a chair out in front of their door.
"We've got a trellis with a jasmine between my part and theirs, but I don't use the front."
"You go out on this side? It's private?"
"I wouldn't go out naked, but otherwise, private enough."
Jin nods again, and then he has another sip of his drink. Kame sips
his whisky, too, and it goes quiet. Jin shifts his toes. It's a thin
cover, but nice and warm anyway. Eider down, maybe, Jin's heard of
that. Their eyes meet, and Kame smiles a little. Jin wonders if it's
time to finish his drink.
"Would you like to see it?" Kame asks into the silence. "I mean, do you want to go out?"
It takes Jin a moment to make the connection to the balcony again,
but he gets it before he has to ask. "Yes," he says. That sounds like
fun. "I mean, if you're sure—"
Stupid; of course Kame is sure it's safe; and they're hardly going
to put on a sex show out there when they aren't even touching in here.
Kame's smile gets deeper. "I'd like to." He swings his legs over the side of the bed, putting his drink on the nightstand.
Jin keeps hold of his glass, and then realizes that it feels sillier when you're standing and naked.
But the nudity's ending here anyway. Balcony is clothes zone.
He looks at the clothes he draped over a chair, the jacket Kame put
on a hanger for him. All kind of formal and complicated, but he didn't
bring anything else. Rests are still new and he never thought to pack
differently for them. He certainly didn't factor in balconies.
"Do you want a bathrobe?" Kame asks, considering the pile with Jin's
silk shirt on top, too. Then he bites his lip. "I don't have a guest
one, but mine's just washed."
Tatsuya probably packs a smarter bag.
"Or, I mean, I could also…" Kame trails off, and Jin catches up with what's actually going on, the actually important stuff.
"A bathrobe would be much more comfortable," he says.
Kame gets it from the bathroom. "I really haven't worn it again, I
just hung it up," he says, as if Jin would mind that much. Then he goes
to the wardrobe where he puts on a tracksuit. That one is black.
The robe is thick and very soft. It's maroon with dark blue, not
like the club's at all. Jin breathes in the detergent scent, pulls the
belt nice and tight, and sticks his hands in the pockets.
Kame brings their shoes back from the hallway to the balcony door,
too. That makes sense, near midnight in December, even if they haven't
had a cold spell yet.
"Thanks," he says again, and they smile at Jin's shoes, which look shiny and way too serious on his naked legs.
Kame is wearing sneakers, nothing mismatched there. He flips the
handle on the balcony door, lets Jin step out first. "I hope the
weather hasn't changed in the meantime."
"No," Jin says, blinking up at a clear sky. "It's quite nice,
actually." Then he wishes he'd made that funnier, but Kame looks
They step out a little further, and Jin tries not to make noise with
his shoes on the wooden planks. The air is chilly around his ankles but
the bathrobe is warm enough for now.
Kame peers past the railing as if he thinks he should give an
introduction. Below them is the entry to Kame's garage, and beyond the
high privacy fence and the hedges there are some dark buildings, which
Kame explains are more warehouses. After that, the city lights start
again, and Jin thinks he can see some of the love hotels before the
buildings get taller and taller.
"You can't see very far," Kame says. "But not many people can just look in, either."
Jin nods, totally in support of that. There are screens a few meters
to the left and right, and the shadows of plants visible through them,
blocking off random visitors if they somehow manage to miss the main
door. Kame has a chair out here, together with a small metal table. In
the dark, Jin can't tell if the plant with little pale flowers on top
of it is well taken care of or just plastic.
"Are you out here a lot?"
"Sometimes, yes." Kame puts his free hand in his pocket, too. "Well,
not so much in December. But it's nice to get some air even when I come
"I like that floor," Jin says, nudging at the planks. "It's kind of… it reminds me of temples."
"Actually, that's where I got the idea," Kame says, with a glance
over at him and then at his feet. "I didn't just want concrete, and… I
was at this event at Kiyomizudera while they were fixing up the house
and it gave me ideas."
"What were you there for?"
"Just a photoshoot." Kame seems to think of something. "But with a
famous… There's a well-known photographer I like a lot. It was actually
interesting besides the design tips." He nudges at the planks just like
Jin did. "Though those weren't too bad, either."
Kame's right about that. This is a very cool look. "Is it hard to maintain, do you have to polish it?"
"Watanabe-san does it," Kame says. "My cleaning lady. But she has a
machine for it; she doesn't have to do it the traditional way."
It goes quiet again. Jin steps next to him at the railing, resting
his arms there and looking at the low row of lights leading the way to
Kame's garage, the way they light up the underside of the shrubs. He
lets the drink burn in his mouth again. This is pretty cozy, too.
"Are you warm enough like this?"
"What?" Jin starts; he was lost in thought. "Yeah, I'm fine." He
lifts his glass with a smile. "Keeps me warm. Also, this is comfy." He
strokes down the arms of the robe. "Nice and thick."
Kame smiles. "It suits you."
It's such a harmless statement, Jin wouldn't have noticed it, if it
wasn't for the fact that it's the first time Kame has said anything
that could even remotely be read as a comment on Jin's looks.
Jin smiles back. "I like it."
But Kame has noticed, and the next bit comes rushed. "I didn't mean it like that, I just… sorry."
"For what?" Jin asks very lightly. "For giving me a nice bathrobe?"
He rolls his shoulders under the thick, fine-woven towelling cloth and
tries to look extra comfortable. Kame's still uncertain so Jin smiles
again, without the silly acting now, just lets Kame see it's really
"Next time I should maybe bring something to wear besides the suit,"
he says. Now he's just as much out on a limb as Kame, and he just holds
the flicker of uncertainty and has a little drink, and meets Kame's
"Maybe a good idea," Kame says. No more. But he stops standing all
stiff, and then he's leaning forward against the railing again. They
watch the lights, calm and peaceful.
"You know," Kame says then, "I meant to say earlier, you don't have
to wear the suit on my account. If you don't want to. Normal clothes
He's looking out at the city, sounds almost casual.
"Are you sure?" is the first thing that comes to Jin's mind, because
he can't figure out the signs. He knows it happens, to guys who know
their clients well, who hang out and go places with them. Not him; his
other regulars are comforts and Jin doesn't spend a lot of time
dressed. So this is good, really, except it seems complicated again,
like everything between them; even a thing like suits is complicated.
But Kame simply nods, very seriously. "I mean, it's a nice suit. But
I don't expect it. You should wear what you like, suit or not." And he
gives Jin a shy little smile.
"But what about your neighbours and everything?" Jin doesn't stop to
think how bizarre it is that he's the one raising the questions.
Now Kame's smile grows real. "I trust you not to come dressed like you're going to drag me out for a hard night's clubbing."
"I won't," Jin says, and doesn't care that it's not very witty or
clever. He likes that easy look on Kame, likes that he's confident
enough to joke. And yeah, okay, he likes not having to do that kind of
dress-up, too. "Thanks."
Kame shakes his head, "No need," and turns to lean back against the
railing with his elbows braced. "Oh." He blinks. "Sorry, I forgot…
think that could be the time after next?"
Time after next. Jin wriggles his toes in his too-shiny shoes. That
works too. "Sure. You've got special plans for next time?" he asks, and
even dares a bit of teasing.
"Not really, just… would you mind meeting at the club next week? I'd quite like to meet up with Tanaka-san."
"Yes, of course." Jin's feeling more daring by the minute. "From
what he sounded like last time, you'd better not leave it too long,
Kame laughs. "I am! You are completely right." He leans his head
back, gazing up. His nose is really noticeable in profile. Maybe one
day Jin can ask how that happened, too.
He finally looks away; looks up as well, because there are actually
some faint stars there Kame is watching. "Nice," he says. "Don't get to
see those in Ginza."
"Yeah, too bright roundabout," Kame agrees. "Plus, those tinted
windows." He leans back a bit further, and Jin remembers he said he
used to be afraid of heights. But this isn't high, and Kame looks at
Jin with no awareness of the drop. "That's a nice thing about filming
in out-of-the-way places. You see millions there."
"Something to look forward to in Hokkaido, then," Jin says.
"Go stargazing in January, instant icicle. Come see your frozen actor here."
Jin laughs. "Yeah, I guess." It's getting a bit chilly on the
balcony now, too; but he doesn't want to break the mood. "I never got
out of the city much."
Kame nods quietly. The light from the door makes his face seem soft. "It can be nice."
"Yeah, I'm sure." He thinks; of the right things, nothing that will
trip them up now. "Where I grew up, pretty much all the lights except
the streetlights went out at ten. You could see a little more there."
The thoughts lurking there, of nights and stars and warm jackets, just
pass, don't pull him away. Good.
"Where was that?" Kame asks, carefully but expectedly enough.
"Chiba; on the outskirts of Narashino." Jin leans against the
railing again, the metal stealing the warmth from his hands. "Pretty
"Ah," Kame says. "My parents' house is in Machida."
Jin would ask if he visits them a lot, but that would be inviting
the return question. "I hear that's a nice place," he says instead.
Pretty much the opposite of Narashino not just in terms of the compass.
"It's pretty nondescript, too," Kame says with a slight smile, "but
there's a park with nice cherry blossom. I played baseball there." Then
his eyes skim the bathrobe again. "Speaking of freezing, do you want to
go back inside?"
"Do you?" Jin asks back. "I'm okay."
"You've got goosebumps." Kame lifts his chin.
"You can see that?" Jin didn't even notice. He looks down and it's
true, the hairs are all sticking up on his legs. "That doesn't take
much, though," he says, slightly embarrassed.
"Let's go back in," Kame says, pushing himself off the railing.
Looks like goosebumps override even the usual cautious double-checking.
"Get you under a sheet."
"Yes, okay," Jin says. That works for him, too.
Kame picks up another one of his remote controls, or maybe the same,
and does something that Jin suspects is turning the heat up. Somehow he
feels the chill more now that door is closed, and he appreciates the
prospect of warm covers.
His body is starting to feel slower, heavier, and before they get
back on the bed he wonders for a moment if he should leave so Kame can
sleep. But Kame asks him if he wants socks and brings him some water,
and then they end up talking more about Tanaka, and the parties Kame
gets invited to. Jin's kept the bathrobe on, and his feet under the
covers are warming up quickly, too. It feels good.
"Better, huh?" says Kame, who must have been watching him. He looks
not much of a film star in that tracksuit and with his hair looking
like he's slept on it. Though of course you'd still notice him, with
Jin nods emphatically.
Kame plays with something invisible on the edge of their cover. "You
know," he says slowly, and it sounds light but his body language says
it's not, and Jin wonders what's coming. "…if you don't want to go back
out and get cold again, you don't have to."
Jin quickly turns that over in his head a few times, but there's really only one thing it can mean. "You want me to stay?"
Jin didn't even bring a toothbrush.
"It's not… you know, a request," Kame clarifies, for once
acknowledging their position without any fuss. "I understand people
wanting to sleep in their own beds. Really. I was just thinking, if
you'd like. You'd be welcome to."
Jin stares for a moment, but then stops because he knows that might
freak Kame out. "Sure, I could do that. I mean… I'd like that."
Better escorts would do this… better. Even ones who'd prefer to leave. He has no doubts about that.
"Really," Kame repeats, and Jin can tell he's heading for guilt again. "You don't have to. I just thought—"
Jin thinks fast and pulls the cover up to his neck in a bad show of
huddling. "Now you've said it." He tries a smile. "Can't kick me out
now. Where it's cold. With cats."
Kame blinks at him, and then he laughs a little, and it sounds good;
relieved. "Okay. I'll… uh… promise to try not to kick you at all. I
think I'm a well-behaved sleeper."
"I think I'm okay, too," Jin says. He hopes it's true; he doesn't
remember Naoki ever complaining. On the street he knew how to sleep
quietly, in some corner with all his clothes on. "Uh, I didn't bring
anything to sleep in. Or… I guess I might not need it?"
"You'd just get cold," Kame says, and then he goes still. "Oh. Oh no, I don't mean that. I'm not keeping you around for that."
It's not as outlandish a notion as Kame makes it sound; clients like that kind of thing.
"It's your right," Jin says. "It's not rude or anything."
Kame draws in a breath like he's about to say something vehement,
but then he stops, shrugs. "I know that." He smoothes over the duvet
where he's been playing with it, before he puts his hands flat on the
bed. "I'm sure I can find a t-shirt for you."
Jin nods. "I'd like that."
"I'm not planning to jump you in the middle of the night, either," Kame declares. "In case you were wondering."
Jin hasn't even got that far yet. But it's a reasonable assumption, and really, there's no reason Kame shouldn't…
"I wasn't wondering," he says. "And anyway, it would be fine." That
should be clear, too. And with a normal rest like this, it's
relaxations only in the morning. Kame's been with the club longer than
Jin, he's got to know that.
Jin knows Kame likes blow jobs, but Kame has stuck so closely to his safe route…
Kame gives him a long look. Then he nods. "Noted."
Somehow they end up talking about sleeping. Kame tells him stories
about catching naps on set; learning to sleep while people are doing
your hair, and what his favourite corners are so he doesn't end up on
photographs slack-jawed and drooling. "Um, not that I drool much," he
adds, and Jin makes a semi-challenging face that makes them both grin.
After Kame's failed to suppress the third big yawn, he smiles at Jin
a little sheepishly. "Time to turn in?" he asks. "Unless you're still
feeling wide awake."
Jin wriggles against the sheet drowsily. "Do I look like I do?"
Kame laughs. "Okay." He gets up, a little woozily, and wanders over
to his wardrobe. Stares inside it for a good long while, then gets out
a blue t-shirt and puts it aside. Next he drops to his haunches and
rummages in a bag or something, and when he emerges again, he's found a
toothbrush which is still in its wrapper. "Thought I had one," he says,
turning to Jin. He holds out the toothbrush and the t-shirt both.
Jin accepts gratefully. "I'm sorry I didn't…"
"Hey, it was my idea; how would you have known?" He stands for a
moment like he's trying to think what's next; he must be pretty tired,
too. "You can go first," he says then, indicating the bathroom.
It's weird to be doing this with a client. A first for Jin in any case.
Though there was one guy… Jin didn't go places with guys anymore,
not if he could help it, but sometimes in the winter, when they wanted
to take him to a hotel, the thought of heating and a hot shower made
him throw caution to the wind. There was only one who offered to let
him spend the night because it was freezing outside; an okay guy
probably, not even all that creepy, but he remembers being too nervous
to sleep anyway.
Brushing his teeth doesn't take long. Jin drops the bathrobe and
changes into t-shirt and his boxers while Kame is in the bathroom, and
then he waits for Kame to pick his side of the bed. Predictably, it's
the left, near the bedside table with the alarm clock.
Kame wears just boxers. "I don't like to wear much… I don't really get cold. Does it bother you?"
"No," Jin says quickly. "It doesn't, not at all."
Kame picks up the alarm clock. "I need to be away by nine. If I set
the alarm for eight and make breakfast while you get ready, we should
be able to make that. Does that sound okay?"
No morning sex on the plan, then, either. Jin can read subtext. "Okay."
Kame gives him a look with the remote for the lights in his hand. "Ready?"
They aren't touching. Not even a little.
"Ready," Jin says.
Kame's look grows a little bit stern. "We sleep."
Jin bites his lip and tries to look solemn. "Understood."
The lights go out.
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