JE Fic: "No Vice-Captains In Football" (Jin/Kame/Koki) Part Two.

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Title: No Vice-Captains In Football
Pairing: Jin/Kame/Koki
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for beleidigung for jthreesome.
Warnings: Rude language, sexual content, mild het.

Part One.



Koki's cell goes off as he's struggling in Shinjuku at rush hour. Every so often somebody plants a hand on the side window, faint squealing in the distance. He does his best to ignore it. He's not sure he's cut out to be a taxi driver. Or an anything, really.

The very last moment he wanted to confess his feelings to Kame was in a bathroom, in a house where the cameras are only ever feet away. And Kame's face, so conflicted, so unsure-

It no longer seems to matter that Kame's thinking about it, that he has feelings to think about. It no longer seems to matter that there might be hope. All Koki can think about is the look on Kame's face, the one that he never seems to use around Jin.

That and the fact that he can't stop thinking about Jin, either.

E-mail to Koki, from Kame. Sent Sunday 11/05 at 2.10pm.

I thought about it. I really did. I just-- I didn't want to be the person who went from Jin to...you know. I didn't want anybody to think badly of me. I like you. You know I do, I think. I just-- two out of a six-member band? You know?


E-mail to Kame, from Koki. Sent Sunday 11/05 at 4.10pm.

On my break. Look, I get it, but...fuck it. I don't care about the past. I want the future.



E-mail to Jin, from Kame. Sent Sunday 11/05 at 2.08pm.

Did you get my previous mail? I don't want to annoy you, I just-- we need to talk about stuff. Maybe not now, I don't know. What happened last night? I'm on break. Call me if you're free.

E-mail to Jin, from Koki. Sent Sunday 11/05 at 4.11pm.

Can we talk? I think we need to.



When Jin gets to work, Aimi ignores him, which he supposes he deserves. There's a cruel pang of pleasure in his gut because his cock was fine in the shower this morning, when he thought about Koki until-

He turns his cell off, which is when he remembers all the beeping from earlier. Scrolling through the messages, his eyes blur over.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself. The last thing he wants to come home to is Koki and Kame, all sorted and happy and fluffy, things Jin no longer recognises in Kame. Not for the first time in his life, he wishes he could be better, wishes he knew how to do it.


E-mail to Kame, Koki. Sent Sunday 11/05 at 10.11pm.

I'll talk to you both when I get home. Wait up.



Koki and Kame sit in the kitchen playing cards and drinking (it's a good way of ensuring the footage won't get screened, according to Jin). Kame is so nervous that his free hand is shaking and Koki can see it in his eyes. Neither of them are brave enough to admit it. Koki is waiting for Jin because Jin always knows how to sort stuff out and Kame's waiting for Jin because that's what Kame does.

“Wow,” Kame says. “You're crap at poker.”

“I know,” Koki says, with a smile. “It's not my game. It'll work out because you're my captain. I can learn from you. We can work it out together.”

“I don't think you're ever going to improve,” Kame says. “Sorry to say. Also, you've had too much beer.”

“I'm not talking about poker,” Koki says. “And you know it.”

“Did you ever teach Kame about football?” the director asks, unusually. Kame looks up, startled. He's forgotten that they aren't alone.

“We tried,” Koki says. “He still doesn't really understand the offside rule.”

“Football isn't baseball,” Kame says, ruefully. “All the players, all the positions, it gets confusing. I like one guy, with an aim.”

“Football has that,” Koki says. “Only they all have different aims. They have to work as a team to unite their aims.”

“Sometimes it's just about you and the ball,” Kame says. “Sometimes you're on your own.”

“Yeah,” Koki says. “I guess that's what this challenge has been about, hasn't it.”

“Has it made you feel lonely?” the director asks.

“Sometimes,” Koki says.

“Yeah,” Kame agrees.



When Jin comes home, the apartment is deathly quiet. He's exhausted and full of music, full of lights. He doesn't hear the noise in the bathroom until he walks past and suddenly he's dragged into the room. Kame is sitting on the floor and Koki pins Jin up against the wall, a hand across his mouth as he shuts the door.

“We're having a meeting,” he says. “We all need to talk.”

Jin nods, biting Koki's fingers when he doesn't move them. Koki narrows his eyes at him, but doesn't comment.

“Are you screwing,” Jin asks, with his usual cavalier attitude. Koki's jaw drops.

“No,” Kame says, not missing a beat. Enough passes in that moment, that millisecond's pause-- Koki suddenly realises why they're such a big deal, why the history is so vast. Enough passes between their eyes that the millisecond lasts for hours. “We're not.”

“Okay,” Jin says. “But that's where you're going, right. I'm not stupid.”

Kame stands up, holds his chin high and defiant. It makes Jin's eyes a strange colour and Koki watches, transfixed. “You never let me go,” Kame says. “We never let go.”

Jin studies him. “Yeah, we did,” he says. “I went to LA. I let go.”

“No,” Kame says. “We need to let go. I didn't want to be a person you thought less of. I want this. I want something else, now. I just didn't want anybody to think badly of me. Your opinion still means the fucking...it still means a lot. I wish it didn't, it'd be easier.”

“I wish it didn't,” Jin says. “I wish a lot of things. I wish we didn't have the same taste in people, for a start.” There's a laugh on his lips, but the words aren't funny.

Kame frowns, then, startled out of the connection. He looks at Koki, who winces a bit, then says quietly, “He...it. Me. There's feeling.”

“Thanks for that,” Jin says. “You talk like you rap, total nonsense.”

“Hey!” Koki says. “Speak for yourself. You're the one who's always flirting with everybody, it's not my fault I'm confused. It's not. I-”

“Confused?” Kame says. “You're not the only one.”

“For fuck's sake,” Jin says. “You're a pair of fucking idiots. I like Koki. And yeah, I'll let you go. It's about fucking time. If you want, you don't need my permission. Just be fluffy, or happy, or whatever. It's fine.”

“That's just it,” Koki says. “I thought things were simple. I thought it was Kame. It is about Kame, I mean-- it's. I just, it's more complicated. It's you, too. It has been, for a while.”

They look at each other, the light suddenly moving into Kame's eyes. Jin studies Koki in the way he does, with the jaw uplifted and the eyes all dark. When Kame moves it startles Koki away from Jin, yanks him into something that he doesn't recognise. Something that trembles in his lungs, turns his breath into sand.

Kame moves across the room so fast his body blurs and when he kisses Jin, his shadow seems to catch up, crashing black light into them, into everything, so that the kiss is black too.

When he breaks apart, when he kisses Koki next-- Jin's kiss is treacle on Kame's lips.



It's not the way anything has ever gone for Koki before. His life has always told him that newly-discovered passion is raw and fast and hard. Kame's fingertips on his collarbone still him like water and the hand he raises to Jin is slower than that. Jin comes to his side and there's another warm mouth on his neck and that, that roots him to the ground as though he's made of iron.

There's awkwardness to it, because the bathroom is all they have. The windows black with the sky, the room cold and clean, Kame putting the shower on. Steam fills the room and obscures their hands slowly removing Koki's clothes.

“I thought things were complicated,” Koki says, his voice struggling to reach his ears through the steam.

“Shut up,” Jin says. “You just make them that way. You both do.”

“Take your pants off,” Kame says.

“See,” Jin says. “Simple. Follow your captain, Koki.”

“Are you following me, then,” Koki says, pulling Kame's shirt over his head.

“No,” Jin says, leaning in for a kiss. “There are no vice-captains in football.”



Jin's hair sticks to his head under the spray. Koki can see how Kame's mouth looks around the contour of his neck, as though he's prey. Kame stands with his back against the wall and Jin in front of him, as if he's handing him over-- and Koki supposes he is, letting go. He stands and tentatively strokes Jin's hips, trying to contain himself. The room seems to be swaying. Kame undoes a tight knot in Jin and the noise cuts through steam like steel.

“Fuck,” Koki whispers.

“Suck him off,” Kame says. “He wants you to-”

Koki looks at Jin, whose eyes are lidded. “You heard him,” he says lazily, and Kame bites him until he closes his mouth.

“Is this alright,” Koki says, to Kame.

“Yes,” Kame says. “After this, it's...over. This is the last of it.”

“You make me sound like a half-empty sauce bottle,” Jin complains. “My sauce bottle is always full.”

“Letting go,” Koki says, with a smile. “That-”

“My sauce bottle,” Jin says, with feeling. “Is always full.”

“Alright, alright,” Koki says. “Was he always this bossy?”

“Always,” Kame says. “Jin, shut up, or I'll make him stop.”

“He hasn't started yet,” Jin says. “So that's not much of a threat.”

Koki delights in the press of Kame's hand on top of his skull, as he falls down onto his knees.



Jin makes delightful noises, which Koki kind of expected, only-- the reality of them is so much better. He squeezes his eyes tight in a way that Koki never expected, in a way he can't stop watching as he slides his tongue underneath Jin's cock, right into the spot that makes him jerk, hard.

“Bastard,” Jin manages to stutter, clutching on Kame's forearm so tight he leaves imprints.

“Quiet,” Kame says, and when Jin moans out submission, he moans, too. It jerks Koki's eyes back upwards, the sight of them both undone making his spine tingle. Jin is almost lying back in Kame's arms, reliant and horny and needy and dissolving, and Koki tightens his mouth to see what noises he can make. To see how far he can push. When he sucks, hard, the way Jin seems to love-- he notices that Kame is nudging his hips against Jin's ass, and that is-

“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Jin is saying. Kame's eyes go from lidded to aware and something seems to turn over in his brain.

“Get up,” he says to Koki.

“No,” Jin says and Koki's never heard his voice that high.

“Shut up, Jin,” Kame says. “Koki, get up.”

Koki's not cruel. He passes Jin's cock from mouth to hand but Jin's stomach tightens painfully nonetheless and Koki feels a pang of sympathy. When he stands up, his own knees are shaking and he's heavy between his legs and Kame's eyes are even cloudier close up than they looked from the floor. Kame turns, pushing he and Jin off from the wall. Reaching out, he brings Koki close so that Jin is sandwiched between them.

“Jin,” he says. “Touch Koki.”

Jin does but only because he's lost the will to fight, because Jin has a tunnel-vision that seeks out pleasure and cares about nothing else, even humiliation. Koki leans into it, a hard guttural groan escaping his throat. Jin has hands that are as straightforward as he is. As he's sinking into it, Kame takes Koki's hand and moves it around Jin's hip. Before he knows it, Koki is following Jin's rhythm, falling into it with his fist around Kame-- and Kame moans, full and thick.

It's only when Jin growls at him, pushing his hips forward, that Koki remembers to move around him too. When he tightens up, moves fast and hard, he's rewarded with the sight of both Jin and Kame moving forward against him, into him. Two orbits of pleasure, both tied to Koki, both drawn to his hand, both drawn to his-- the ego boost is galactic.

“Fuck,” Jin is saying. “Fuck, yes, there, please, God, please-”

“He never lasts,” Kame retorts. “Slow down.”

“I'm going to fucking hit you,” Jin spits. “I'm going to fucking kill yo-”

“Shut up,” Koki says, tightening his fist and ignoring the strain on his wrists. “Both of you. You're both fucking divas. You're both-- just, shut up.”

A blissful silence falls, punctuated with grunts and little gasps, sounds of submission and dreams and history and everything Koki used to be so afraid of, moving for him beneath his hands. History becomes present, becomes future, wrapped around his skin. Moving together, he has no idea where he starts, Jin begins, Kame ends. He passes a kiss down, through Jin and onto Kame. It's messy and full of feeling, full of words he can't fit into his mouth.

Kame's hand moves around Jin's hip and wraps around Koki's, squeezing. It makes Jin jerk forward with a cry, and Koki smiles through the white light and the roar in his head and the scream of his stomach muscles as oblivion swallows him. In the distance, beneath the rapid thrum of his blood, he hears Kame cry out.



Interview with Kamenashi Kazuya, Koki Tanaka, Jin Akanishi and the director, recorded Friday 30/05, 4.15pm.


D: Are you sad to be leaving the real world behind?
Kame: Obviously glad to be returning to the band's activities but also sad, too.
Koki: We learnt a lot.
Jin: About everything.
D: What do you think was the most important lesson you learnt from this?
Koki: To have respect for people and more confidence in myself. I'll never need to use a map ever again. My days of being lost are over. [laughs]
Jin: To just live life and not push so hard all the time. You can be happy in different ways. I learnt that it's not all a competition. Obviously it won't last!
Kame: I learnt that the offside rule is when a player is closer to the goal than all of the opposing defenders-- when there aren't enough players to oppose him and he gains an advantage from it it can't be allowed. The offside trap is a strategy employed by defenders to force their opponents to play offside!
Jin: Very useful.
Koki: It only took a month!
D: How is that useful to you in ordinary life?
Kame: Don't be the player caught playing offside. If you're not being challenged enough or if you're playing alone, you'll be unhappy.
D: So the important thing in life is to be challenged?
Kame: I think the important thing in life is to challenge yourself and allow others to challenge you. Otherwise, it's too easy and you get bored and you don't improve. Life is all about improving yourself, being a better player, right?
Jin: He's reading out of a magazine, by the way.
Koki: The important thing is that he challenged himself to learn!
Kame: That's right!
Jin: That's cheating, though.
D: Say one last thing to your fans before you go.
Jin: Don't cheat in your tests like Kame.
Koki: Hang up your towels properly.
Kame: Buy shoes from Ginza Kanematsu. They're not only beautiful but practical, too!
Koki: Kame's not returning to the band, he's staying at Ginza Kanematsu forever.
Jin: Good.
Kame: Hey!



A month on, Koki and Kame go out on their first official date to a baseball match.

Jin goes on to shoot for July's Popeye, in which he quickly undoes all his good work instructing the youth of Japan.

Junno is told never to return to the world of assistant teaching.