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"Come on, come dance!" Hoseok is shouting over the loud music, but Jimin just waves him away. His best friend continues to tug on Jimin's wrist, trying to get him up from his seat at the bar, but Jimin resists, shaking his head.
"I don't feel like dancing, hyung," he shouts back.
Hoseok makes a puzzled face at him, ceasing his tugging to step closer so he can hear Jimin better. "But you always feel like dancing!" he counters, obviously now concerned for Jimin.
"I just wanna drink," Jimin says.
Hoseok sighs, leaning into Jimin's side because the chairs on either side are occupied. "Don't be so down, Minie! It's Friday, we're young, we're hot, go dance with a stranger! I'm sure it'll make whatever is making you so sad at least a little better."
"Thanks, hyung," Jimin says morosely, only because he knows Hoseok is at least trying to make him feel better. "But I really don't think that will help me get over my unrequited crush."
"Unrequited crush?!" Hoseok says, eyes wide and brows raised. "On who? How could anyone ever not like you back?"
Jimin just rolls his eyes, though he can't help but smile just a little at Hoseok's compliment. "Well, if he's straight, for one thing."
Hoseok's face transforms into a little pout. "Aw, Minie..." he says, pity dripping into his voice. "Rookie mistake."
Jimin has to let out a little laugh at that, smacking Hoseok lightly in the chest. "Don't make fun of me! I can't help it! He's just so..."
"Hot?"
Rolling his eyes, Jimin says, "Well, yeah, but that's not what I was gonna say."
"Oh, so you're like in love, in love."
"Oh, my god, hyung!" Jimin says, jaw dropped and hand pushing him lightly. He just sways back and then back into Jimin's space -- beautiful, bright smile on his face. "I'm not in love!"
Hoseok just shrugs one shoulder. "I dunno, you seem pretty beat up if you ask me. But if he's straight, then what you need is some action. Come on, let's get you on the dancefloor."
This time, Jimin gives in, because there's really no point in trying to argue with Hoseok, especially when he's going to... what? Just sit here at the bar and internally cry over having an impossible crush?
"Maybe we can find Namjoon and Taehyungie somewhere in here," Hoseok says over his shoulder as he drags Jimin into the throng of people.
Ah, yes. Namjoon. The exact cause of all of Jimin's woes. Of course, he can't tell Hoseok that though. He's good friends with Namjoon, and as much as Jimin loves Hoseok, he's... not the best at keeping secrets. He's just too social for that.
Namjoon was the one who invited him out tonight. After their shared class at the ass crack of dawn, they normally catch the shuttle across campus together to go back to their apartment building, admittedly usually to go back to sleep. But Namjoon had nudged him on the shuttle back and said, "Hey, so me and the boys are going out tonight. You should tag along."
And really if it wasn't already painfully obvious that Namjoon is straight, then that would've sealed the deal right there. "Me and the boys?" "You should tag along?" Nobody talks like that to someone they're interested in.
But of course, Jimin is weak, and he found himself "tagging along" all too quickly. As soon as he realized that Hoseok was included in "the boys" it became clear that Namjoon had only invited him to be polite to Hoseok, because he knows they're best friends.
But Jimin doesn't mind too much. Any excuse to see Namjoon outside of class is a good one, in his opinion. It's just a little depressing to know that he'll never be able to ask him out the way he wants to.
When they find Namjoon and Taehyung, the latter is pressed up against the wall with his two boyfriends on either side of him. Jimin and Taehyung get along really well, but the boyfriends... well, they're intimidating. Yoongi's older and smaller but so pretty Jimin could cry; Jeongguk's younger than the rest of them but stupidly well-proportioned and just gorgeous. He supposes it makes sense, because why would Taehyung, with how stunning he is, settle for anything less than two of the hottest men on Earth for boyfriends?
Jeongguk has his face buried somewhere in Taehyung's neck when they approach, while Yoongi is leaning toward Namjoon to combat the loud music and speak into his ear. Hoseok immediately starts teasing Jeongguk and Taehyung for being horny in public. They turn to Yoongi for help, but he unsurprisingly sides with Hoseok, always in favor of poking fun at his boyfriends.
"Having fun?" Jimin jumps, a little startled by Namjoon's voice so close to his ear.
He hangs his head a little, trying to hide his own expression in the dim lighting. The last thing he wants is for Namjoon to be able to tell that he's not having a great time. He's so kind that he'd probably feel bad for inviting him out and then not having fun. "Yeah! This is a really great club. I've only been here a few times before," he says back. It's easy to at least sound okay, because everything that comes out of anyone's mouth just sounds the same because they all have to shout to be able to hear one another.
"Yeah, this place is my favorite," Namjoon answers. Jimin just nods, and then after that the lull in their conversation becomes incredibly awkward. Jimin leans against the wall beside him, wracking his brain for something, anything, to say to break the tension, but nothing comes.
It's Namjoon who finally pulls it out. "I thought you'd be dancing," he comments.
And Jimin hates how he really doesn't have a great response to that. Everyone knows he loves dancing. Whenever they go to clubs, he and Hoseok have to be dragged off the dancefloor at the end of the night because they never want to leave. Jimin's normally a party boy.
But tonight he's just not feeling it. So he just waves his hand, playing it off like he's tired. "Eh, I'm just burnt out from school, so I wanted to come and mostly drink instead of dance."
"Ah, that makes sense. You don't have a drink, though," he points out, gesturing to Jimin's empty hands.
"Well, uh, yeah, I finished my last one before we came over here," he admits a little sheepishly.
But Namjoon doesn't seem to notice, just nudging Jimin with his elbow before pushing away from the wall. "C'mon," he calls. "I'll get you another one." He doesn't even wait for Jimin's answer before he starts walking away, back in the direction of the bar.
Jimin can't help but stare after him for a minute. Namjoon's body is truly unreal, and he always dresses to the nines, knowing full well exactly what makes him look best. Although, Jimin's pretty sure the man could make a potato sack look good. But seriously, his ass and legs have no business looking that good in a simple pair of jeans.
Jimin trails after him, not wanting to lose him in the crowd. When they reach the bar, Namjoon asks what he wants, but Jimin thinks he needs a bit more liquid courage than some fruity beverage to handle hanging out with his very straight crush, so he asks, “Do you wanna do some shots?”
Namjoon hesitates just long enough for Jimin to feel like it was the wrong thing to say. He almost backtracks, but Namjoon speaks quick enough to stop him. “Yeah, sure!” he says, flashing Jimin those pretty dimples before turning to the bar to catch the bartender’s attention.
When Namjoon turns back it's to pull Jimin closer to the bar, squeezing in between the people crowding around it. Jimin almost combusts at the feeling of Namjoon's large hand pressed to the small of his back, guiding him in close. He sees that Namjoon has a little fleet, like you would typically order beer on, but instead it's filled with four brightly colored shots.
"Fancy," he comments, looking up at Namjoon.
He just shrugs. "I told the bartender to make it look nice. I honestly don't even know what they are."
Jimin can't help but laugh a little at that. Namjoon has always struck him as a drinker, a party boy, maybe. But that could just be because he's so cool and popular that Jimin stereotyped him. "Alright, well, pink or blue?" Jimin asks, referring to the shots, one side neon pink and the other neon blue.
Namjoon responds by picking up a blue shot, so Jimin takes a pink one and they clink glasses. Jimin tosses his head back and drops the shot down his throat easily, feeling pleasantly warmed by the heat of the alcohol. When he looks up, Namjoon has a sour-lemon type grimace on his face and Jimin can't help but laugh. "Are you okay?" he asks.
Eyes still scrunched up and lips tilted down, Namjoon nods, giving Jimin a little thumbs up. "Totally good," he says.
Jimin raises a skeptical brow, reaching for his other shot. He raises it in question and Namjoon picks up his other one as well, forcing a little smile. "You don't have to take another one if you don't want to," Jimin assures. Of course, he finds it cute that Namjoon has a pucker face at the taste of alcohol, but he doesn't want to force him into drinking.
"No, no, I'm fine," Namjoon reassures him, waving his free hand dismissively. So, they clink glasses again, and down goes the last of their shots. Jimin can't help the big smile on his face as he watches Namjoon hiss at the burn, shaking his head a little. "Did you still want a drink?" Namjoon asks afterwards.
"No, I think I'll wait and see how the shots hit me," Jimin says, though he's sure he could have another drink and be fine. Drinking is just one of the many things he's very good at.
They slide the fleet of glasses away from the edge of the bar, and Jimin thanks Namjoon as he pays and tips the bartender. Namjoon leans close to speak in Jimin's ear, and Jimin tries not to be too tense when he feels his hand on his back again. "Do you wanna find somewhere to sit down?"
Jimin nods, and Namjoon uses his height to his advantage to survey the room. When he spots somewhere to sit, he guides Jimin with the hand on his back, weaving them through the crowd until they reach a small high top table in the corner.
It's a little quieter over here, which Jimin is thankful for, as it makes hearing Namjoon so much easier. They chat, about school at first, then moving on to their personal lives. They don't press too far, sticking to easy topics like their mutual friends. They pick out Hoseok in the crowd and giggle at the way he grinds against some ridiculously hot guy with huge shoulders and a stiff posture, clearly not a dancer himself.
Jimin can tell that the shots start to hit Namjoon a little harder than they hit him, but Namjoon doesn't seem sick or dizzy, so Jimin settles for thinking he's cute instead of being concerned. He's a little goofier than Jimin has ever seen him, a little looser, but definitely funny and charming in every way.
It's about half an hour later that Namjoon leans across the table and says, "You still don't feel like dancing?"
And Jimin has to pause for a moment, because despite feeling a little tipsy himself, he doesn't want to read too much into that question. So he just shrugs one shoulder. "I could hit the floor for a song or two," he says, trying to sound nonchalant.
Namjoon beams at him. "Great!" he says as he stands up and holds out his hand. "Then come dance with me."
Jimin's eyes go a little wide, looking down at Namjoon's offered hand. Jimin didn't think Namjoon would ask him to dance with him. That's something he really doesn't want to read into. So he pushes through the slight fogginess of his brain to be as casual and friendly as possible.
Namjoon guides him by the hand to the dancefloor where Jimin easily finds the beat. Namjoon is more of a swayer than a dancer, but he reaches out to take Jimin's other hand and they dance close together. Jimin smiles up at him, though his heart is racing at being so close to the guy he's had a huge crush on for so long.
The beat drops to something slower and sexier, filthier, Jimin might even dare to say. He follows Namjoon's lead and ends up spinning, his own arms crossed as he still holds onto Namjoon's hands, as Namjoon pulls him close, pressing his own chest up against Jimin's back.
Jimin's heart beats so fast that he worries Namjoon can somehow hear it over the loud music. This, this is not how friends dance together. Maybe it's how best friends dance together, as Jimin has definitely been found on the dancefloor, grinding back on Hoseok before. But he and Namjoon don't know each other well enough for that. It feels so close, so intimate, that Jimin starts to question every "Namjoon is definitely straight" thought that has ever been shoved into his mind.
Letting go of some of his inhibitions, Jimin lets himself relax into Namjoon's hold, leaning back into him and continuing to move his hips. They kind of just rock together slowly, accompanied by the low beat of the music, until Namjoon lets go of his hands to hold his hips instead. Feeling emboldened by Namjoon's actions, Jimin reaches back, one hand on Namjoon's thigh and the other at the side of his neck.
Jimin lets his head fall back onto Namjoon's shoulder, trying not to shudder at the way he can feel Namjoon's breath against his neck where he buries his face. But just seconds later, Jimin feels the press of Namjoon's lips against his skin, and a loud gasp comes out of him.
Namjoon immediately pulls back completely, lips and hands vanishing from Jimin's body. Jimin spins to face him and finds a worried look on his face. "I'm sorry, Jimin, I-- I don't know what's gotten into me. I swear, I don't normally behave like this. I'm just a little more drunk than I thought," he says quickly. Jimin strains to hear him but he thinks he gets the gist.
"No, don't apologize for anything, Namjoon. You can't help who you're attracted to," Jimin says, trying to reassure him, but simultaneously trying not to cry. It's embarrassing to have leaned so heavily into Namjoon's embrace, to think that maybe he'd been wrong about him being entirely straight.
Namjoon seems relieved by Jimin's comment, shoulders noticeably less tense. Jimin tries not to feel disappointed. “Thanks, Jimin. I really hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”
Now, Jimin’s brow furrows a bit in confusion. “Make me uncomfortable?” he asks in surprise. They’re still huddled close together on the dancefloor, jammed in between other writhing bodies, but Jimin doesn’t know what else to do other than try to reassure him.
"Well, yeah," Namjoon says, also looking thoroughly confused. "I understand how being hit on by a guy would make a straight guy uncomfortable."
Jimin stops breathing. He just... stares at Namjoon, the low thump of the bass pounding through the soles of his shoes just as heavily as his heart does against his chest. It all comes crashing down at once: Namjoon inviting him out, Namjoon buying him drinks, Namjoon asking him to dance. All of it. Namjoon was hitting on him the whole time.
"Huh?" is all he can manage to say out loud.
Namjoon shakes his head, face scrunching like he's in pain, but it's clear he's just embarrassed. "It's stupid, I know, and I don't want to ruin our friendship by saying this but I have this huge, dumb crush on you."
Jimin breaks out into a huge smile, laughing loudly and leaning into Namjoon to hang off him as he laughs. Namjoon holds onto him like he’s worried Jimin’s going to fall, but when Jimin looks up, all he can see is hurt on Namjoon’s face.
It hits him suddenly that his reaction doesn’t seem great. “Oh, my god. I promise I’m not laughing at you.” That only seems to help a little bit, some of the tension dissipating from Namjoon’s brow. “I’m just laughing because we’re both so stupid. I have a huge, dumb crush on you too,” he admits, easily now that he knows Namjoon feels the same.
“You do?” Namjoon says, all hurt gone from his face, replaced solely with shock. “But I thought you were straight!”
Rolling his eyes, Jimin steps back closer to Namjoon so they don’t have to keep shouting out their confessions. “You dummy, I’m gay! I thought you were straight!”
“I’m bi!”
“See, I have more of an excuse then! I don’t even like girls and you thought I was straight!” Jimin says, still laughing through it all.
“But you--”
Jimin cuts him off by pulling him down for a kiss. Their teeth clack together and it's less than ideal, but Jimin can't think of a better way to halt Namjoon's argument. When Jimin pulls back, Namjoon looks a little dazed, but he takes a breath and says, “Do that again.”
Jimin will never be able to deny him anything, so he simply tugs him back in for another kiss, this one expected, so it’s more coordinated. It’s gentler, both of their lips plush and soft as they press together.
They must look so fucking strange. They’re standing in the middle of the dancefloor, stock still other than their mouths against one another, holding each other tight while people dance to the loud beat around them.
When they finally separate again, they’re both breathing a little harder, and Jimin smiles as he looks up at Namjoon. "We're so stupid," he says.
Namjoon laughs, tentatively tightening his hold around Jimin’s waist. "Yeah, we really are," he says into Jimin's ear. "Instead of wasting more time being stupid... would you like to dance again?"
Jimin lifts his head, biting his lip as he smiles. He gives a little nod, sliding his arms around Namjoon's neck to press himself even closer to him. "I'm a good dancer, you know," he says. His confidence has come back in full force now that he knows Namjoon is into him. He slots their legs together so they can press their hips against one another. Jimin may be shorter, but he's got long legs so it's not too difficult a task to achieve.
Namjoon visibly gulps, and Jimin can feel his hands tighten on his waist. They pick back up their swaying, and Namjoon lets Jimin lead. He holds him close, just inebriated enough to be a little cocksure as he looks up at Namjoon and grinds against him. The beat of the music is a little quicker now, but Jimin still takes his time with Namjoon, fingers delicately touching the back of his neck.
Namjoon meets his heavy gaze unflinchingly, and Jimin can see how the alcohol still has his eyes a little glassy. "Is it okay if I kiss you again?" he asks, wanting to make sure that he and Namjoon are on the same page if they're going to move forward.
He's quick to nod, even leans down to capture Jimin's lips. He's a little excitable, a little over-eager, tongue swiping along Jimin's lip, but Jimin takes control of the kiss by holding onto Namjoon's hair and tilting his head down to be able to plunge his tongue into his mouth. It's filthy wet and tastes like alcohol, but neither of them care, just thrilled to be close to one another.
It gets too heated too quickly, until they’re both clutching at each other desperately, making out on the dancefloor in the middle of a bunch of people. Jimin simply can’t keep his hands to himself, not now that he knows he can actually have Namjoon.
And it’s easy to tell that Namjoon wants him just as badly. Namjoon holds onto him tightly, like he’s worried Jimin might vanish if he lets go. And he kisses him with such fervor that Jimin almost wants to melt against him. Instead, he lets his hands slide down Namjoon’s back, slowly dragging down until he can tuck his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
Namjoon makes a startled little sound at the touch, but Jimin can feel the way he’s starting to get hard against his hip, so he's not discouraged. Instead, he uses the hold to tug Namjoon even closer, grinding himself hard against his thigh.
When they finally part to breathe, Jimin looks up at Namjoon with fire in his eyes. "Do you wanna get out of here?" he asks, as quiet as he can while still being heard over the music.
Nodding quickly, Namjoon says, "I think I’ll cry if you don’t take me home tonight." Jimin just grins, taking his hands out of Namjoon's pockets so he can grab one of Namjoon's hands and tug him toward the exit. "Wait, wait! I have to tell Yoongi I'm leaving!" Namjoon says suddenly.
"Shit," Jimin mutters, remembering that he should probably tell Hoseok too. "I'll wait for you right here," Jimin says. Namjoon nods and takes off in the direction they last saw Yoongi and his boyfriends.
Meanwhile, Jimin whips out his phone. I'm leaving and I'm bringing someone home, so don't come to my room, he writes. He doesn't name drop Namjoon, not wanting to shock Hoseok over text.
The reply comes quicker than he thought it would. It's cool, I'm already gone. Went home with Mr. Worldwide Handsome ;)
Jimin shakes his head, laughing. Leave it to Hoseok to ditch him in a club.
Before you say anything! I didn't abandon you! I knew Namjoon would take care of you... in more ways than one ;)
Jimin's mouth drops open as he scoffs. So Hoseok knew this whole time. He probably watched them pine for each other and laughed with Yoongi, Taehyung and Jeongguk behind their backs.
You're the devil, Jimin sends back.
;D <3 love you~
Jimin tucks his phone away and lifts his chin higher, trying to see over the crowd of people to scan the room for Namjoon. Sure enough, he sees him approaching just a moment later, a scandalized look on his face.
"Did you find him?" Jimin asks, holding his hand out for Namjoon to take again.
He does so, but he's still grimacing. "Oh, I found them alright. In the bathroom, that's all I'll say."
Jimin tosses his head back and laughs, easily getting the mental image of Namjoon walking into the bathroom to be permanently scarred by his closest friends.
The walk to Jimin's place is short, and they hold hands tightly, huddling close together against the harsh chill of the night breeze. They don't talk much, but Jimin occasionally catches Namjoon staring at him. He always returns his pretty smile with a big one of his own.
As they get close to his building, the tension from the club returns and they both quicken their steps, eager to get inside and get their hands back on one another. They even opt for the stairs instead of the elevator so they can hurry up them without having to wait.
Jimin has never unlocked his apartment door faster in his damn life. If his life were a movie, he'd probably do something stupid like drop his keys, but he's so focused on getting inside so he can go back to kissing Namjoon that there's no chance of that happening.
Namjoon is glued to his back, smiling against Jimin's skin. Jimin can feel his plush lips against his neck, and the feeling of his breath puffing against his nape. Once he's inside, Jimin kicks off his shoes and tugs Namjoon in behind him so he can close the door. Namjoon moves to get his shoes off and almost falls over in the process, giggly as he sets his foot back down to catch his balance.
Jimin laughs affectionately and kneels down to unlace Namjoon's boots enough to allow him to slip them off and leave them beside Jimin's at the door. "Thanks," Namjoon says, a big smile on his face as he looks down at Jimin.
God, he looks so good. Normally, pictures taken from the low angle look like crap, but Jimin wishes he could take a thousand photos of Namjoon right now. He looks gorgeous, hair a little mussed from their makeout at the club, and just buzzed enough that his eyes are hooded in a sultry gaze.
Jimin rises up slowly, hands reaching out to hold Namjoon by his hips, which he uses to guide him backward until he's pressed flush against the door. "Are you sober enough for this?" Jimin asks seriously, thumbs rubbing over the jut of Namjoon's hip bones.
Namjoon nods quickly. "I promise I am. I was a little too tipsy earlier but I'm sobering up, and I have thought about this way too much to be able to deny myself this."
Jimin lets a slow grin overtake his face, pleased that it's clear Namjoon is telling the truth. He's not slurring his words or mumbling or anything of the sort. "I'm glad to hear that you've thought about me," he says lowly. Namjoon's face flushes a little at that but Jimin doesn't give him the opportunity to respond.
He tilts his chin up, raising one hand to grip Namjoon by the back of the neck and pull him down the short distance to his mouth. He doesn't start off slow. They've already riled themselves up enough back at the club so Jimin takes this opportunity to hit the gas pedal.
Namjoon doesn't seem to mind, opening for him easily, so he can lick past his teeth and claim every inch of his mouth. He slots his knee between Namjoon's thighs, pressing up against him in order to feel every bit of his tall, toned body against his own.
The longer they kiss, the harder Jimin can feel Namjoon get against his thigh until finally, Namjoon dislodges his mouth from Jimin's greedy kisses to gasp out. "Where's your bedroom?"
Jimin can hardly argue with that, so he leaves one finally kiss on Namjoon's jaw before tugging him quickly down the hall. Their socked feet slip a little on the polished wood, but they just giggle, holding tight to each other's hands. Jimin is a little embarrassed that his room is a bit untidy, but Namjoon doesn't comment, just hurrying to shut the door behind himself and follow Jimin to his bed.
Jimin sheds his jacket, throwing it to the floor, before reaching for Namjoon to help him do the same. Namjoon lets himself be handled easily as Jimin tugs him down onto the bed, pushing him back against his pillows so he can straddle his waist. Namjoon's hands rest on his thighs, but they're gentle and undemanding, showcasing his sweet nature.
Jimin can't help himself. He rests his own palms against Namjoon's chest, rubbing over the delicate curve of his pecs. "What do you want to do?" he asks. "I don't want to pressure you. We can just kiss if you want. Or even just watch a movie or something."
Namjoon bites down on his plush bottom lip, looking a little nervous. "I mean... both of those things sound nice..." Namjoon starts. "But I don't know... I was thinking... maybe you could fuck me?"
Jimin's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Oh yeah?" He slides one hand across Namjoon's collar, thumbing at the sensitive skin of his neck. Namjoon shudders a little but nods, sure in his decision.
Jimin smiles as he slides his hands under Namjoon's shirt, pushing the fabric up and up until Namjoon sits up so they can get rid of the offending article all together. And Namjoon's bare chest really is a marvel, broad and big and curved in all the right places. Jimin can't help himself as he immediately reaches to run his fingers gently over Namjoon's nipples.
He doesn't react much, other than a little shudder and a shrug. "They've never been very sensitive," he explains.
And it would be tragic for Namjoon not to get the pleasure he deserves, so Jimin just grins at him. "I can fix that," he says as he leans in to press his lips against one of his nipples.
His teeth and tongue are relentless with the knowledge that they're not too sensitive to take a bit of rough treatment. After a particularly strong tug of his teeth, Namjoon is gasping, back arching to press his chest closer to Jimin's mouth. Jimin smiles against his skin, fingers flicking deftly at his other nipple as he sucks the bitten-red flesh into his mouth. Namjoon squirms underneath him as he flicks his tongue back and forth.
"Ah, Jimin," he gasps. Jimin closes his eyes to savor the sound. Namjoon sounds so fucking good gasping his name like that. If he could only hear one thing for the rest of his life, there would be no competition. “Jimin,” he says again, this time like he’s whining for something.
“What is it, Joonie?” Jimin asks as he sits back up.
“Want more,” he says, and Jimin couldn’t deny him anything even if he wanted to. He moves so they can both rid themselves of the rest of their clothes, slowing only when he reaches for the waistband of Namjoon’s boxers. He looks up at him one last time, but Namjoon is quick to nod, encouraging him to move faster.
Namjoon’s cock springs free and flops against his stomach with a wet thud. Jimin can’t help but stare a little because damn, his dick is big. A sly grin spreads across Jimin’s face as he reaches out to wrap a hand loosely around the base and stroke upward. “What were you planning on doing with all this cock, huh Joonie?” he taunts, thumbing over the leaking slit.
He can feel the way Namjoon’s fingers tighten on his now-bare thighs, whimpering as Jimin toys with the precum dribbling from the tip. “Jimin…”
“Hm? Have this big, pretty dick, but you just wanna get fucked. How selfish,” he says, though he doesn’t mean it. He focuses on the way Namjoon’s lashes flutter at the humiliation of being teased.
“Please, Minie,” he says quickly, hips jerking up against Jimin’s palm.
Jimin hums thoughtfully, but ultimately lets go of his cock in favor of shifting backward to get low. “How about I play with your pretty cock while I get you ready to take mine, yeah? That seems fair,” he says. Namjoon nods his head, thighs twitching in anticipation as Jimin’s mouth is now close enough for him to feel his breath. “Good boy,” Jimin says, sliding one palm over the inside of Namjoon’s thigh. “Do me a favor and reach into the drawer on the nightstand to find me some lube.”
Namjoon does so quickly, and Jimin thanks him as he takes it from him, opening it and drizzling a fair amount on his fingers. Namjoon shifts closer and lifts his knees higher, making it easier for Jimin to see and reach his hole.
He rubs his slicked up fingers together to warm them as he reaches with his other hand to hold Namjoon’s cock upright. He places one gentle kiss to the tip before he lets his tongue loll out of his mouth, sliding it along the underside of the sensitive head.
Namjoon moans loudly, head tossed back against Jimin’s pillows. Jimin’s breath puffs out in a little laugh, amused by how fired up Namjoon is already. He’s no better himself -- cock hard in his underwear, and hips pressed firmly to the mattress to alleviate some of the tension -- but he’s much better at hiding it.
He seals his lips around the tip of his cock, sucking lightly as he rubs his wet fingers against Namjoon’s rim for the first time. He feels Namjoon’s thighs tense and twitch, but he stays mostly still, letting Jimin cover his hole with lube before finally pressing a finger in.
Namjoon opens for him beautifully, the easy slide showcasing how relaxed and ready he is. Jimin carefully bobs his head up and down the first couple inches of Namjoon’s dick, swirling his tongue slowly to provide just enough stimulation for Namjoon to whine. “Faster, Jimin,” he says. “I want you to fuck me.”
Normally, Jimin might indulge himself a little longer, play with Namjoon until he’s crying from being pulled back from the edge too many times, but for right now, he only wants to make Namjoon feel good, to give him exactly what he wants.
So he makes quick work of prepping him, stretching him out efficiently while also kissing and sucking at the length of his cock. It quickly gets to the point where Namjoon is panting, eyes pinched shut in an effort to keep himself from coming too quickly.
“Jimin, Jimin, I’m gonna come if you keep going,” he whines, hands reaching for Jimin’s hair and face, but still oh-so-gentle.
Jimin lifts his head to speak, but continues to stroke his shaft while he pushes his fingers in and out. “If you come, will you be too sensitive to come again?” he asks. Namjoon nods his head quickly, a little pout on his face like he’s disappointed in this fact. “Hm, okay then. I’ll relent for now. Only because I really want to see you fall apart on my cock. But sometime soon I’ll have to test that statement for myself.”
He slips his fingers carefully from Namjoon’s hole, and then moves to grab a condom from his bedside table. He feels the heavy weight of Namjoon’s gaze as he finally tugs his own underwear down and off, but he focuses on sliding the condom on and then slicking himself up with more lube. He almost moans at the little stimulation from his own hand, so ready to be touched, but he ignores it in favor of crawling back towards Namjoon and settling himself between his legs.
“Ready?” he asks, hands rubbing up and down Namjoon’s spread thighs.
“Yes,” Namjoon says. “Please,” he adds on quickly, a little bit of desperation in his voice. It makes Jimin smile fondly, completely understanding the sentiment. He’s imagined himself in bed with Namjoon enough times to not wait any longer.
The press of his cock into Namjoon’s hole is slow and steady, the tight heat practically sucking him in. They moan in tandem, and Jimin hurries to lean over Namjoon, wanting to be as close to him as possible. It only takes a moment for him to be fully seated, cock buried deep. Namjoon is breathing hard, breath huffing against Jimin’s face. Jimin rests his forehead against Namjoon’s, looking into his eyes.
“I really, really like you, Namjoon,” he says, voice raw with emotion. It doesn’t really seem like the best time to say it, but Namjoon smiles nonetheless, clearly glad to hear it.
“I really, really like you, too,” he says. “And I will tell you over and over however many times you want. Just… after you’ve fucked me,” he says, biting his lip coyly.
Jimin breaks out into a silly smile, still in disbelief that he has this amazing, beautiful boy beneath him. “I can manage that,” he says.
He presses a sweet kiss to Namjoon’s mouth, savoring the moment a little longer than intended. Then, he sits back up and settles back on his calves, gripping Namjoon’s hips before pulling back and snapping his hips forward.
Namjoon moans, drowning out the sound of the slap of their skin as Jimin slowly works up a pace of fucking him nice and slow and deep. They get lost in the feeling of each other easily. They both praise each other endlessly, Namjoon babbling about how well Jimin fucks him and Jimin rambling about how good Namjoon feels, how pretty he looks.
As he gets closer to his climax, Jimin reaches for Namjoon’s hand. They lace their fingers quickly and Jimin looks down at him. “Can you come like this?”
Namjoon shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I’ve never--I’ve never tried,” he says between breaths, grunting when Jimin nails his prostate on the next thrust.
“Try for me, okay beautiful?” Jimin says, his free hand sliding up from Namjoon’s hip to return to his chest.
Flushing, Namjoon nods. Jimin’s fingers find Namjoon’s nipple, pinching and tugging until Namjoon is moaning even louder. “Faster,” he gasps. “Just a little more.”
Jimin holds onto Namjoon’s hand even tighter as he doubles down, fucking Namjoon just the way he needs. With just a little more encouragement and a kiss pressed to his lips, Namjoon cries out, clenching around Jimin’s cock as he comes.
Jimin pulls back to watch him in his pleasure. “So gorgeous,” he murmurs, completely captivated by Namjoon.
The tight heat around his cock has him hurtling toward his own release, so he pulls out quickly and shucks the condom off, throwing it carelessly to the side. He shifts forward a little, wrapping his own hand around himself to stroke furiously until he too is coming with a loud moan, ropes of his cum spilling over Namjoon’s big, messy cock.
Jimin falls forward then, careful about it but flopping bonelessly onto Namjoon’s torso so they can pant together. Namjoon’s arms immediately wrap around him, holding him close despite the fact that they’re both a little sweaty and that there’s a sticky mess between their bodies.
“That was…” Namjoon starts. Jimin giggles, already endeared, no matter what he’ll say. “I’ve just been wishing I could ask you out for a long time now, so that… kind of rocked my world.”
Jimin laughs harder at that, propping his chin up on Namjoon’s chest to look at him. “Well, it rocked my world too.”
“I’m glad,” Namjoon says. Jimin leans in to kiss him again, because it seems like the only appropriate thing to do.
He only pulls back to say, “Do it now, then.”
“Huh?”
“If you’ve been wishing to ask me out for a long time, do it now then,” Jimin says. He knows his face is a little flushed, mostly from the exertion but also because he’s still a little nervous, even after all of that.
But there’s no reason to be. Namjoon just grins at him, pretty and bright, and looking a little fucked out. “Alright. Park Jimin, will you be my boyfriend?”
Jimin’s eyes almost bug out of his head. “I might, like, ask me on a date!” he says, surprise making him speak too quickly.
Namjoon isn’t deterred, though, just squeezing him tighter and smiling at him. “So is that a no?”
“Of course it’s not. Yes,” Jimin says, cupping his face and kissing him again. “A thousand times, yes.” When they kiss again, it’s with too much teeth, but it’s from smiling wide, so neither of them mind.
Boyfriend, Jimin thinks. Yeah, he could get used to that.