matchyfic

Fandom: KAT-TUN
Characters: Kame, Jin
Pairings: Akame
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-13, yaoi, rps
Status: Complete
Dedication: razberrycreme

Jin hums contentedly at the warm fingers running through his hair, turns his head to the side so they will press against the exact spot - ah yes, there - that he wants, mumbles sleepy encouragement. It doesn't take too long before his lids feel heavy again, and he closes his eyes with a tired sigh.

He wakes up again when he feels the loss of warmth and lazily slides an eye open. He can dimly see Kame's silhouette in front of the window, even though the fluttering curtains sometimes hide him from view. "Kame?" he mumbles in enquiry, voice scratchy from sleep and sore from exertion - the concerts had most definitely taken their toll. He sees Kame turn silightly to him, then lean back to shut the window.

"Ah sorry," the quiet voice floats to him. "I woke you."

Jin sits up, yawning. He sneaks a glance at the clock and groans at the time. "It's way too early to be awake, Kame." He cannot quite stop the whiny tone to his voice. Another glance at the clock and he stops caring; he figures he's entitled.

"You're cold," he grumbles irritably when Kame slides back under the covers. "Sorry," Kame murmurs back, and Jin snuggles closer. "'Kay," he says, yawning against the skin of Kame's throat. "Please sleep now, though."

A soft laugh, and then Jin has no idea why Kame is talking again, so he decides to ignore stupid, insomniac Kame and go back to blissful slumber.

"-nd next time we'll definitely do it, right, Jin? Asia? Thailand and Korea, definitely-"

"Mmyes, definitely," Jin agrees, half asleep.

"-be fun, and maybe even america-"

"Mm, 'merica," Jin repeats, the words muffled against Kame's collarbones, as consciousness drops completely away from him.

---End.