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or maybe i’m just tipsy & free for the first time, willing to worship anything i can taste
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2022.
It’s a Friday night and the bar is heaving. Jungkook is coated in a thin layer of sweat as he rushes between the customers yelling for his attention, the packed crowd in front of the bar letting off a thick cloud of warmth.
The bar– Lift– is a sticky, glorious, queer dive-bar housed above a carpet warehouse, and it's one of Jungkook’s favourite places in this tiny little city. It’s kind of tacky, run down and perpetually busy, but that's part of why he loves it. Though, most of all, Jungkook loves the people that come here. He loves the crowds, the noise, how there’s always something to find funny even when the world outside is burning.
Tonight, a wall of people is facing him from across the bar, waving their hands and trying to catch his or the other staff’s attention. The jostling crowd in front of the bar just makes the guy sitting alone at the end stand out even more.
To Jungkook anyway, who's eyes keep drawing back to him repeatedly.
The guy is sitting on a barstool, watching the people around him, but not really making any attempt to talk to anyone or flag down staff for a drink. Interestingly, he seems to possess such an aura that nobody is really shoving into him as part of the clamour to get served, whereas every other inch of the bar is a messy undulation of bodies. People are leaning so far across to flag down the bar staff that they could practically tilt their heads and drink from the beer taps (which does actually happen fairly often), while others are tangled up together, laughing, joking, making out. Yet there's a kind of stillness to the mysterious customer at the end of the bar and people seem to have instinctively left a little space around him in response. Not much, not enough that they even perceive it themselves maybe, but from Jungkook's angle, he can see it.
So, even though there are tons of other customers he should serve first, and even though he hadn't actually made any indication he even wants a drink, Jungkook makes his way over to the stranger.
‘What can I get you?’ He smiles and the guy jerks his head up.
He looks startled, as if he’d relaxed into the fact that everybody was leaving him alone, but he recovers quickly.
‘Uh, vodka?’ He answers, even in just one and a half words revealing a slight accent in his tone.
‘With anything? Or you planning a hard night…?’ Jungkook asks.
‘Oh, no, uh, cranberry?’
‘You keep saying it like a question. Shouldn’t you be telling me?’
‘Right. So. Yes. Vodka cranberry.’
Jungkook kind of wants to carry this on and keep making the guy at the bar say cranberry because fuck it sounds cute with his accent, but Jungkook is busy, the bar is busy, and he probably shouldn’t be an asshole.
‘Gotcha,’ he winks instead and starts making the drink.
When Jungkook slides it across the bar the other thanks him and wraps it in his palms, but doesn’t make any move to drink it.
He looks a bit out of place; dressed casually in sweats and a bucket hat, almost as if he doesn't want to stand out. Which, ironically, kind of makes him stand out, because it's a Friday night in a gay bar and no one else is dressed even remotely casually.
Jungkook himself is wearing leather pants– vintage and his favourite pair for work– and a mesh top that shows off his nipple piercings. It isn’t exactly how he dresses day to day, but it fits in with the mood of the bar and a see through top always goes a long way with the customers. The guy at the bar definitely seems to have noticed Jungkook’s nipple piercings, his eyes keep flicking to them. It gives Jungkook a little confidence that he might be open to his flirting, because otherwise the guy isn’t acting very interested in anything at all.
Jungkook can’t help but find himself intrigued. He loves working people out, loves making up little stories about all the customers that frequent the bar. It’s how he entertains himself through a shift, when it isn’t so busy he can barely breathe.
And Vodka Cranberry is interesting.
Lift isn’t really the sort of place many people come alone, not unless they’re on a mission for a hook-up and if that’s the case then they don’t really hover at the bar in bucket hats.
‘Are you waiting for someone?’ Jungkook asks, leaning back over and ignoring the many other people wanting his attention.
The stranger sits up and finally takes a sip of his drink.
‘No…just…new.’ He looks around as if he’s going to say more, then seems to change his mind and stays silent.
‘New to the city? Or…gay bars, or….?’ Jungkook pushes.
He gives Jungkook a look, eyes flicking all over his face, head tilted and expression indecipherable.
‘I’m from Korea.’ He replies, as if that's an answer.
Jungkook supposes it kind of is.
‘Right. Are you just visiting, or you moved here?’
‘Moved here. For work.’
Jungkook nods, pretending he's rearranging the napkins and straws in the little plastic tub on the bar just so he can keep standing there.
He’s so intrigued. There’s something he can’t quite put his finger on about this one. He’s acting a bit odd, is dressed kind of off, and he definitely has a slightly nervous, awkward vibe– but at the same time he doesn’t seem naturally shy. There’s something about the way he holds his body, his steady, low voice, the way he's really happy to let his stare follow Jungkook until Jungkook is the one that looks away– which is really very far from shy.
And all of which adds up to a bit of a mystery.
‘I’m Jungkook. I’m Korean too…sort of…’ He trails off, realising what he’s said before he has time to take it back.
‘I thought maybe you could be,’ Vodka Cranberry nods, cocking his head to the side, clearly a little curious.
‘Yeah…’ Jungkook nods, waiting to be offered a name in return.
He isn’t.
‘Do you speak Korean?’ He’s asked instead.
‘Oh…no.’
‘That’s a shame,’ he grins around his straw, ‘I’m not very good at flirting in English.’
‘Who’re you trying to flirt with?’ Jungkook smirks, glad of the subject changing to safer grounds.
‘See,’ he laughs, ‘told you I was no good.’ Then he sighs. ‘My friend suggested I come here, I think maybe it isn’t for me.’
‘No? It’s a bit rough around the edges…but it's a fun night.’ Jungkook feels a little protective of Lift. It isn’t glamorous but it’s fun. Safe.
‘I just…well, I'm a little underdressed, aren’t I?’
‘Maybe you could lose the hat?’ Jungkook smiles.
He’s rewarded with a smile in return and it’s so pretty it licks a little flame across the bottom of his belly, a flame that only crackles further when the other man sighs and tugs off the hat, stuffing it in the pocket of his sweats. Then he reaches up and tousles his flattened hair with one hand and Jungkook bites his lip.
His hair is dyed blonde and swept off his forehead, shaved into an undercut on both sides, long and floppy on top. Somehow the absence of shadows from the hat and his exposed forehead changes his face a lot.
‘You’re staring.’ He smiles.
Fuck it.
‘Well, you’re hot,’ Jungkook winks and the other guy barks out a laugh.
‘So are you. I like…your shirt.’
‘The shirt, or my nipple piercings?’
‘Am I that obvious?’
‘Or the shirt is. After all, I wear it for the compliments.’ He grins.
They smile at each other for a moment, eye contact lingering, and then Jungkook really does have to serve somebody else. He moves away reluctantly, feeling the stranger's eyes burn into his back.
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Jungkook tries not to make a habit out of hooking up with customers, but it happens, obviously it happens.
Serving at the bar requires a little bit of performance, a self-confidence and banter necessary to keep a fun atmosphere and manage drunk patrons. For him, it’s led to a certain assurance in his attitude when he works, a certain way he moves across the dance floor or leans across the bar, a particular expression he levels at the people that vie for his attention. It isn’t really anything like Jungkook’s actual personality but the customers eat it up. So, if he does hook up with someone, it’s usually still riding on that dynamic; him still acting assured, taking the lead, teasing.
But he finds himself wrong-footed when it comes to Vodka Cranberry (who still hasn’t offered him his name).
He’s done nothing spectacular but sit at the bar in his casual clothes and offer Jungkook simple, unobtrusive conversation– but his stare burns and with it, all of Jungkook’s usual attitude turns to ash. Instead, he quickly finds himself obsessed with keeping this stranger’s attention, too distracted to do half of his job correctly, too hot in his barely existent shirt, restless and fidgeting for something, anything.
The guy’s smirk just increases as the night drags on, as if he’s teasing him, and Jungkook loves it, he feels a little like he’s tied on a leash that the other is slowly winding in.
And Jungkook needs the tension to crack or he’s going to choke.
When his break arrives he finds himself on the other side of the bar standing awkwardly at Vodka Craberry’s side. He turns on the bar stool and looks at Jungkook appraisingly.
‘It’s my break.’ Jungkook says limply and the other just looks at him and sucks on his straw.
It’s only his second drink, Jungkook wonders why he’s still here; he can only dare to hope it’s because of him.
‘And what are you going to do with this break?’ He asks.
Jungkook bites his lip.
‘I thought you might want to dance?’
The stranger laughs, takes another sip of his drink. ‘Definitely not.’
‘Oh,’ Jungkook wavers, ‘no, so…you don’t want to.’
‘I’d be terrible, you’re not missing out.’
‘It isn't really about being good…’ Jungkook jerks his head over his shoulder, towards the dance floor, ‘look out there, it isn’t about that.’
‘What is it about then?’
Having an excuse to touch you.
‘Fun?’ Jungkook smiles, ‘just having fun. You’ve been sat here all night, won’t you humour me?’
They stare at each other, Jungkook does his best to pout without being too obvious about it. With a roll of his eyes his opponent takes the last sip of his drink and twists to drop the empty glass on the bar behind him.
‘Come on then.’ He smirks and then heads to the dancefloor without looking back, Jungkook right behind him.
If Jungkook’s purpose in dancing had been to somehow break the tension crackling between them, then he fails spectacularly. Even though it was him that suggested they dance, the other guy still somehow takes control and with it, he chooses to maintain the space between them.
It’s torture.
The dance floor is too crowded for anybody to be dancing properly, just moving with the music, and so everybody is pushed against each other. Everybody but Jungkook and the absolute enigma of a man in front of him. They’re close but always with a small distance between them. Jungkook doesn’t know why, he only knows he isn’t allowed to be the one to cross it.
The other looks so beautiful in the flashes of the overhead lights, even bare faced and with his hair floppy and unstyled, even in the terribly out of place black sweatshirt and sweats he’s wearing– he’s still the only thing Jungkook can look at.
When he finally loops his arms around Jungkook’s neck with a smirk and tugs him closer, Jungkook realises with embarrassment that he’s already pretty hard. From literally nothing but anticipation. He thanks the lord for his choice of pants and keeps his hips slightly angled away, but if the growing smirk on his dance partner's face is anything to go by, then he knows exactly the power he’s wielding as he turns Jungkook into a flustered mess.
Too soon, Jungkook’s break is over and he reluctantly untangles their bodies and gestures that he has to leave. He’s surprised when the other takes his hand and leads him back to the bar, throwing confusing smiles over his shoulder at Jungkook as he winds through the crowd. He pushes his way back to his previously abandoned bar stool, hops onto it and recommences staring at Jungkook while he works.
By the time they finally start closing down the bar, Jungkook is half frantic. They haven’t talked much in the past hour, certainly nothing suggestive, and yet Jungkook is flushed and aroused, the air around them still filled with static.
Security starts herding the last stragglers out across the sticky floors and the man stays sitting on his barstool. As they approach him, he gives Jungkook a look before he begins to stand, slowly.
‘He’s with me,’ Jungkook blurts, both the security guard and the stranger looking up at him, ‘right?’
The last word comes out of his mouth almost like a plea.
‘Right.’ The other answers and Jungkook breathes out in relief.
The security guard just shrugs and the guy sits back down while Jungkook finishes cleaning up, his hands shaking. His tormentor just sits there calmly, watching him until Jungkook is done. He rushes out to the backroom, grabs his stuff and half stumbles back to the bar.
He finds himself standing by the man's knees as he sits on the barstool. When their eyes meet, the smile Jungkook receives is warm.
‘You want to come home with me?’
‘Please– uh, yes.’ Jungkook nods.
‘OK. I’m Jimin.’
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They stand on the pavement while Jimin calls a taxi and Jungkook doesn’t feel any less wound up. He stares at the side of Jimin’s face, illuminated by his phone screen and the harsh orange streetlight– still looking divine.
Of course he gets caught staring.
Jimin lifts his head to peek out from the brim of the bucket hat he’s pulled back on, and bites his lip.
‘Uber will be four minutes.’ He grins.
‘Cool.’
Jimin takes a step towards him, a smirk all over his face at Jungkook’s awkward little answer.
‘And you’re sure you want to come back with me?’
‘Yes.’ Jungkook nods, furiously.
‘But we haven’t even kissed,’ Jimin whispers and Jungkook’s eyes fly to his lips, they’re parted, the tip of Jimin’s pink tongue darting out to wet them before biting again. ‘What if I’m no good at it?’
‘You are.’
‘How do you know?’
Jungkook lets out a frustrated little whine and impulsively tugs Jimin towards him until their hips meet. Jimin looks at him curiously but lets himself be pulled.
‘I think you could just look at me like that and it would be enough.’ Jungkook answers.
Their faces are close, Jimin is just the tiniest bit shorter and has to tilt his face up to him.
‘Would it?’
Jungkook pulls him harder against his body and Jimin’s eyebrow shoots up when he feels Jungkook’s hard cock press against him.
‘Oh…’ He grins again.
‘Yeah, oh,’ Jungkook smiles, exhaling.
He releases his hold on Jimin’s hips but the latter doesn’t step away, just keeps looking up at Jungkook with that wicked grin on his lips.
‘I really wound you up that much?’
Jungkook snorts and squeezes his eyes shut, a small shiver running up his spine. ‘You have no idea.’
Whatever Jimin was going to retort is cut off by a black prius pulling up on the curb beside them, with Jimin just winking as he finally steps away.
The air in the back of the car crackles.
Jungkook isn’t sure what demon has possessed him but he’s fully in its stranglehold. His skin feels sensitive, his brain buzzes and his dick is painfully hard and constricted in his tight leather pants.
They’ve barely touched, barely talked and he’s a fly wrapped in the silken thread of Jimin’s web.
For the entire journey Jimin stares at him without mercy, his hat twisted between his fingers again so that Jungkook can see his whole face in the bars of streetlight that fall through the car window. He’s beautiful and ruthless until Jungkook finally cracks and presses his own palm to the bulge in his pants to try and ease a little pressure. Jimin’s eyes follow his movements and they burn into him, not helping at all.
The cool air outside helps a little as he stumbles behind Jimin up a neat path at the foot of a shiny new-build complex. He registers vaguely that they’re by Riverside, the opposite side of the city that he lives; a soulless part of town, all retail lots and modern housing developments.
His thoughts are pretty quickly drawn back to Jimin.
Jimin stands across the small lift from him, still just staring, not really saying much but holding Jungkook so completely in his thrall. The lift is lined with mirrors, gifting him with multiple angles of the man standing in front of him.
As it stops with a ding, Jimin pauses in the open doors and turns around. Jungkook is following so closely that he nearly bumps into him. Jimin smiles at him, then walks backwards a few steps, an infuriatingly, unreadable expression on his lips. Jungkook follows and Jimin lets out a soft laugh as he turns back around and takes the final few steps to a nondescript front door. There only seem to be two apartments on the level they’re on.
Once they step inside, Jungkook finds himself face to face with Jimin again, still a little smile on his lips, an eyebrow just the tiniest bit raised.
Jungkook wants to say something, but while he’s searching for words, Jimin reaches out and tucks a tiny strand of his tousled hair behind his ear. He makes eye contact until the last moment as he leans in and connects their lips.
Jungkook sinks into it. It’s a simple kiss, deep, slow and purposeful– Jimin’s plush lips warm and perfect as they slot together– but it’s also relatively chaste considering how they’ve been acting. Jimin doesn’t deepen it and Jungkook follows his lead.
When Jimin moves back he’s staring again, his thumb now rubbing gently on Jungkook’s cheek.
‘God, you’re pretty.’ He murmurs and Jungkook’s brain is just static.
Then Jimin leans in again, this time he sucks Jungkook’s bottom lip into his mouth, he bites a little, swallows Jungkook’s resounding moan and then finally, finally kisses him properly– right there, pressed against his front door.
Jungkook loves the way Jimin feels in his arms– Jimin is smaller and seems more delicate but quickly reveals his strength as he holds Jungkook against the door easily.
Jungkook also stops feeling so unsure as they kiss, realising perhaps with all the teasing a little bit of him hadn’t been entirely sure that this was what Jimin wanted too.
But now it feels easy.
His hands creep under Jimin's sweatshirt, another moan escaping from his lips as he feels the soft skin and firm muscles of Jimin's back. He pushes away from the door, still tangled together, and shoves Jimin down the corridor and into one of the walls. He presses him against the hard surface and tugs his arms above his head to kiss messily down his neck.
He's gratified that Jimin is hard too, feeling a little less needy now that he can feel his cock against his hip and how Jimin is grinding it into him.
Jungkook pushes his thigh between Jimin’s, uses it to push the other up the wall a little bit and give him the friction he’s chasing. He lifts his head from Jimin's soft skin and they stare at each for a second, both with kiss swollen lips and dark eyes.
'My bedroom is at the end of the hall.' Jimin whispers, voice hoarse.
'Take me there.'
They stumble up the dark hallway, hands still roaming each other's bodies, before Jimin kicks open a door so hard it bangs against the wall and makes them both jump.
He brings his hand up to his mouth and giggles.
Giggles.
Jungkook grins at him. Jimin is an enigma; ridiculously hot and mysterious and then suddenly giggling.
'Turn the light on, I don't want to miss a bit of you.' Jimin says, sitting on the end of the bed and staring heavily at Jungkook, who lingers in the door frame.
Jungkook clicks the light on, but stays staring back at him.
Jimin bites his lip.
He's leaning back on his palms and the position leaves his cock totally obvious, straining against the fabric of his sweatpants.
Jungkook eyes it hungrily.
'I want to suck you off.'
'Go on then.' Jimin stares back, eyes soft but challenging.
If Jungkook nearly trips in his eagerness to fall at Jimin's feet neither of them mention it, and then he's there, on his knees, fingers hooked into the waistband of Jimin's sweats.
Jimin reaches out and tucks a little bit of hair behind his ear again, but it wasn't really in the way, instead his fingers just twist and thread through the strands.
Jungkook shuts his eyes and appreciates the sensation, soft shivers erupting across his skin.
'Play with my hair,' he murmurs, 'I like it.'
When he opens his eyes he finds Jimin's gaze burning into him. He maintains eye contact as he curls his fingers and pulls Jimin's sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock. He reaches for it immediately, running a thumb underneath.
'Uh,’ he whispers, ‘you're big. And cut…'
'What?'
'Circumcised.'
'Is that…unusual?' Jimin tilts his head.
'It is here.' He smirks, stroking Jimin's cock now, fingers circled tightly around it.
Jimin looks at him a little strangely and Jungkook realises perhaps it was an odd thing to say right now, he's never been the kind of person to think much before things fall out of his mouth.
So, before anything else can, he takes Jimin's cock between his lips, his tongue swirling around the tip. As he takes the full length down his throat, Jimin aspirates a soft– oh, and, as requested, his fingers thread into Jungkook's hair. He shuts his eyes and lets the feeling consume him. The feel of Jimin's fingers, the taste of him and the thick, warm weight on his tongue.
Jimin is letting him take control, isn't moving his hips or pulling or directing Jungkook at all– but something about that feels like he's biding his time. Like he's handed over the reigns just for now, and is ready to tug them back whenever he wants.
Jungkook is filled with the need to please. After the build up between them he wants this to be the best head he's ever given in his life, anything less feels horrifying.
He throws himself into it and is gratified when he begins to feel the muscles tighten in Jimin's thighs and just the slightest quiver under his skin.
Then, Jungkook feels the fingers threaded into his hair tighten and a sharp tug upwards. He’s pulled off of Jimin's cock with a pop. He smirks up at him and sticks his tongue out.
‘Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,’ Jimin moans, but he keeps a tight grip on Jungkook’s hair when he tries to lean back in, ‘but we can’t…I, uh, can’t…’
Jungkook pauses and brings both his hands to steady himself on Jimin’s thighs. The suddenly stressed look on Jimin’s face tugs him rapidly out of the headspace he was in.
‘OK…’ he feels a little awkward, like he had got it all wrong after all, ‘what you say goes, obviously…I just, you seemed into it, we were…’
As he pulls away and goes to stand, Jimin makes a frustrated noise and tugs him back by his shirt. Jungkook falls on top of him, both of them falling back on the bed.
‘No, uh, please don’t go. I’m sorry. I am into this, sorry…I just can't…’ Jimin brings a hand up to Jungkook’s cheek, ‘I really, really want to. I just forgot…got carried away but I…literally can’t…’
‘Do you have, like, an issue? Dick wise?’
‘No, it’s just…I can’t cum.’
‘That kind of sounds like a dick issue–’
‘No, I mean I’m not allowed to cum–’
That makes even less sense to Jungkook.
‘Do you have a master or something? A dom? I really don’t want to get involved in anything complicated…I just wanted, uh–’
‘No. Fuck.’ Jimin throws his head back and rubs his palm across his face.
Jungkook suddenly becomes hyper aware that they’re having this conversation while Jimin's hard cock is still hanging out of his pants and pressed between them.
But, when he tries to move again, Jimin grips his shoulders and looks at him desperately.
‘It's a work thing. My job…I'm not allowed to cum, because uh–’
‘Where the fuck do you work?’
‘I am…in sport. Professional sport. And it’s a rule. Before…events…we have a sex ban. OK? It can affect performance…and…’ Jimin trails off.
Jungkook stares at him in disbelief. ‘That…is that even real science?’
‘I know how weird this is, I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have gone out at all and I really, really shouldn’t have brought you back here, but fuck, I got carried away. You’re really…fuck. I’m sorry.’
He really does look very sorry.
Maybe if he was a little less horny and a little more sensible, Jungkook would have a lot more questions. But, honestly, Jimin is the hottest guy he’s hooked up with in ages.
And actually the idea of tormenting him a little sounds kind of…interesting.
‘Uh, OK…so you can’t cum. But can you…be hard?’
Jimin looks at him questioningly.
‘I guess so?’
‘Hm,’ Jungkook shuffles backwards, then settles back between Jimin’s legs on the bed. ‘So, theoretically, if I was to carry on…you’d have to be very, very disciplined?’
He runs a finger along Jimin’s cock, a little less hard since they've been talking but still interested.
He watches the realisation dawn on Jimin's face.
‘Jungkook…’ He breathes.
‘It’s just…quite an appealing idea to be honest, you trying not to fall apart,’ Jungkook whispers, deliberately letting his warm breath trail over Jimin’s skin, ‘and maybe it will help with your weird job…get you all frustrated and blue-balled and full of testosterone, no?’
Jimin moans but doesn’t answer.
‘So, can I?’ Jungkook asks, lips hovering tantalisingly close to his skin.
‘Yes,’ Jimin whispers, biting his lip.
‘OK,’ Jungkook smirks, ‘but, if you want me to stop for real, say, uh…blue balls, OK? This is hot but I’m not trying to fuck with you, or get you fired…OK?’
Jimin snorts a laugh, then throws his arm over his face in defeat. ‘Yes. Blue balls, got it,’ he chokes.
Jungkook grins, sinking down and pressing a kiss to his hip.
After all, Jimin can’t cum…but he can.
He dips down and licks the underside of Jimin's cock and his whole body jerks, like a string pulled tight and finally snapping. Jungkook repeats the action and then looks up to admire the effect of his efforts. Jimin's back is arched, his fingers gripped into the sheets beside him.
It would be a better sight if Jimin were in less clothes.
Jungkook shuffles backwards and slides off the bed and onto his knees on the floor, then he pulls Jimin towards him until his feet and calves dangle off the mattress. He hooks his fingers into his boxers and sweats and tugs them fully off in one movement.
'Take your top off,' he whispers, kissing back up the inside of Jimin's thigh and gently pushing his legs a little farther apart.
'I…this is going to end badly for me. Isn't it?' Jimin sighs as he lifts his upper body to pull his sweatshirt off.
Somehow, Jimin has the core strength to just hold his upper body up and remove it in one go. It's incredibly hot, the muscles on his stomach contracting as he moves.
'Define badly?' Jungkook grins, running his fingers up and down the flesh of Jimin's thighs. He feels great satisfaction watching Jimin's cock twitch if he slides too close to it.
Jimin throws his sweatshirt at him and Jungkook laughs as he tugs it off his face.
It's not normally like this, hooking up with someone. There isn't normally so much laughing, or talking, or, if there is, it isn't quite so hot. It’s rare to find both at once.
Jimin stays propped on his elbows, looking down at Jungkook with his head tipped to the side a little.
'Well, I’m naked, hard, with a hot man between my thighs, all the while knowing it’s not going to end in an orgasm for me. Why am I even doing that?'
'Oh, Jimin, how disappointing. Sex is not all about orgasms you know.' Jungkook grins, and starts moving his mouth over the skin of Jimin's thighs as he talks. 'It's about intimacy…' he gently nibbles the flesh, 'emotional connection,' he trails a tongue towards his hip, breathes out hot air and watches the shivers rise on Jimin's skin, 'affection… uh…'
Jimin laughs when he runs out of bullshit and Jungkook is once again drawn to the tightening muscles across his stomach. He kisses them with wet, tiny bites.
'You didn't go home with someone you met in a bar for emotional connection…'
'What? The judgement. We bonded. Connected–'
Jungkook is cut off by Jimin pulling his head up by his hair. Again.
He moans at the sting and when his eyes crash into Jimin's he sees the latter’s eyes tighten a little with recognition.
'You're…' Jimin's words trail off, the eye contact between them suddenly searing. Jungkook's own cock is aching in his pants. 'Why don't you put your mouth to better use, hmm?'
Jungkook smirks, reaching out and circling his fingers around Jimin's cock. He lifts it, sticking out his tongue and pressing it against the tip.
Jimin frowns, biting his lip and throwing his head back on the pillow but keeping his fingers in Jungkook's hair.
'God. Why did I have to meet you today? Of all days.' He groans.
Jungkook shuts him up by closing his lips around his cock and sinking over it slowly. He feels the end swell on his tongue, feels Jimin's fingers tighten in his hair, scratching against his scalp and making him moan too. He keeps his fingers circled around the base of Jimin's cock with one hand, the other gripped into the flesh of his thigh, and begins to work him shamelessly.
Normally, he'd be a little more subtle, add a few other moves to draw things out and keep Jimin interested, but that isn't the game now.
Right now, his aim is to torment.
So, he focuses all his attention on the head of Jimin's cock, fast and wet and hard.
And Jimin doesn't take long to crumble, a few minutes in and he's twitching and moaning.
'Ah, fuck, you're doing that on…fuck, Jungkook–' he gasps and leans up a bit to push Jungkook's mouth away.
'You OK?' Jungkook grins, licking his lips, eyes deliberately wide. 'Didn't you say you were an athlete? Doesn't that help you last…'
Jimin huffs out a breath, holding Jungkook's hair to stop him leaning back down.
He looks frustrated, flushed across the chest, lips bitten, skin coated with a sheen of sweat. His wet cock rests on his hip, achingly hard, dark at the tip. Jungkook leans forward, not caring about the pull to his hair, and runs his tongue wet and slow along the whole length.
'Fuck,' Jimin chokes, 'and I'm making things worse for myself, lying here picturing what I'd do to you, if I could…'
'Hm, is that right? Why don't you tell me?' Jungkook whispers.
As he sinks his mouth back around Jimin's cock, he reaches down to palm his own a little. God he's hard and leaking just from a blow job. It's kind of ridiculous.
'Well,' Jimin answers and Jungkook feels the fingers tighten in his hair again. Jimin pushes him slightly, starts taking control by thrusting his cock into Jungkook's mouth. Their eyes meet and Jungkook moans, the vibrations making Jimin pause too. 'I can tell you're enjoying this, enjoying teasing me…feeling like you're in control, but you'd like it, wouldn't you, if you weren't?'
Jungkook's eyes widen and he nods, as best he can anyway with Jimin starting to pick up the pace.
'Thought so. You seem like the type. Like to be a good boy? Like to please?'
'Hng–' Jungkook tries to answer but Jimin pushes down with his hands, keeping him in place so that Jungkook can only relax and take his full length down his throat.
'Why don't you put on a show for me then?' He grins and lets go, releasing Jungkook's head.
Jungkook leans back, sucking in air and coughing a little. As he takes a minute, Jimin shuffles back across the sheets and leans against the pillows, he strokes his cock slowly, eyes never leaving Jungkook.
And Jungkook loves it, he feels Jimin’s stare like it’s silk wrapped across his flushed skin.
He stands and pulls his shirt over his head.
‘Not like that covered much anyway,’ Jimin smirks.
‘Well, it got your attention.’
‘Oh, I thought we had a deep, spiritual connection? Isn’t that what you said?’
Jungkook doesn’t answer, just wiggles out of his pants and then his boxers. He’s been half hard since his shift, been achingly hard since they got in the taxi. Sucking dick always gets him pretty much the whole way there. If a guy were to ever be a good enough fuck to keep up the tension, he’s pretty sure he could come untouched with just a dick in his mouth.
‘God, look at you. You’re…fuck.’ Jimin sighs.
Jungkook gives him a coy smile and then climbs onto the bed, crawling across the sheets and straddling Jimin's hips, deliberately sitting so his cock presses against the crack of his ass.
He grinds gently, with small, almost imperceptible movements– but enough for Jimin to grasp his thighs in response.
‘These are really beautiful,’ Jimin whispers, one of his hands trailing down and tracing the black tattoos inked over Jungkook's thighs.
Of all his many tattoos they’re the only ones that could be described as beautiful really, the only ones he planned and chose the artist carefully. They’re made up of different flowers and leaves, all specifically chosen and delicately wrapped around his thighs and up to his hips. Tattoos cover most of his body, but pretty much all the others are messy or simple blackwork, often done by him or his friends at home.
But the ones on his thighs are special and he loves Jimin’s hands on them, his fingers warm as they caress his skin. As Jimin moves his hand up higher, his thumb drags up the crease of skin at the apex of his hip and Jungkook's cock jerks in response.
He still hasn't touched himself, aside from a little through his clothes. He wants to make tonight last and enjoy the atmosphere they've created. It's hot, charged, but also surprisingly intimate for a one night stand– Jungkook feels completely like himself.
Jimin’s fingers flutter closer to his cock and then he runs a finger underneath. Jungkook is so sensitive he trembles at the touch and drops his head back, eyes closing.
But Jimin’s fingers are gone as quickly as they came and Jungkook lets out a small disappointed growl.
‘Thought you were going to be the one teasing me? The one putting on a show?’ Jimin smirks, his hand now trailing over his own chest.
‘You want to watch me, hyung?’ Jungkook answers, lifting his head and searching for eye contact. ‘Want to watch me cum for you?’
He watches Jimin’s eyes tighten at the word hyung, just like he suspected they might.
He knows it doesn’t sound quite right shoved in an English sentence like that, but he also knows the edge it can have in this context. He doesn’t even know if Jimin is older than him. He just wagered that a few well placed ah, hyungs whispered at the right moments might garner a reaction from Jimin and he can see straight away that he’s right.
Jimin's eyes rake over his skin and Jungkook feels warm from his attention, like he’s bathed in a spotlight. When their eyes meet, Jimin’s pupils are dilated, his mouth slack and his pure and obvious arousal turns Jungkook on as much as any physical touch.
‘God, Jungkook you’re so fucking hot,’ he whispers.
Jungkook grins, then shuffles backwards down Jimin’s thighs until his hard cock springs free between them. Jungkook leans forwards, keeping his eyes on Jimin as he lets spit drip from his lips and onto Jimin’s cock. Jimin's mouth opens in a little 'o' and he jerks at the sensation, at the warmth, a cracked moan breaking from his lips.
Jungkook doesn't tease, wrapping his fingers around Jimin's cock again and stroking firmly, still looming above him, biting his lip as their eye contact burns.
And it's so fucking hot when Jimin's expression turns pleading. Like he's getting close again, like he needs Jungkook to stop but he doesn't want to say it. Doesn't really want to stop at all.
With a grin he abruptly lets go, watching Jimin's cock spring away from his touch, achingly hard. Jimin whines.
'No,' he croaks, 'ah, no, fuck. I–'
'Feeling good?' Jungkook smirks and slides forward until he can line up their cocks and hold them together. Jimin's eyes widen as he starts a slow, torturous rhythm around them, squeezing them both, and Jungkook forces himself not to react too much to the touch he had also been craving. 'Thought you'd last longer than a little hand job, being an athlete and everything…'
'It's you.' Jimin whispers, face half screwed up, lifting his hips a little to increase the contact from Jungkook's hands. 'It's you, you turn me on so much. I feel good with you, ah, fuck, it's you–'
His words momentarily throw Jungkook off. Jimin is clearly rambling, half lost to lust, chasing an orgasm he knows he can't have– and yet the words are warm and stark all at once, honest and disarming.
'Well maybe I want to tease you just a bit more,' he smiles, pushing away those thoughts, 'can you last a little longer?'
'Yeah…yeah. Just keep touching me.'
Jungkook lets go of his own cock and wraps only Jimin's in his hands, circling them in opposite directions, one rolling over the head.
'Fuck,' is all Jimin seems capable of muttering now. He repeats it, his whole body taut, twitching, his cock swollen in Jungkook's palms.
'One more time,' Jungkook whispers and Jimin sinks his head even further back into the sheets, his whole body shaking. 'Look at you, so close aren't you?'
He strokes a finger over Jimin's balls, tight and firm against his body, revealing how close to an orgasm he is. Jungkook teases a finger over the delicate skin, feeling Jimin shiver, and then further down, rubbing firm circles on the soft skin just beneath, he pushes gently and moves around slightly until Jimin's eyes fly open and he cries out.
Then he knows he's hit the right spot.
'There, huh?' He grins, one hand still rolling over the head of Jimin's cock, his other moving in slow deep circles on the skin under his balls. 'Need me to stop?'
Jimin whines and shakes his head, but then he nods.
'Yeah,' he gasps, 'yeah stop. Fuck.'
Jungkook lets go of his cock immediately. He lets him catch his breath then moves his hands to drag them up and down Jimin's thighs, soothing him through the pain of denying his orgasm. Again.
His cock lies on his stomach, hard and angry. Jimin looks exquisite, his chest heaving as he sucks in lungs of air, his sweat shining like highlighter across his muscles.
The desperation and lust pouring out of him is a sight to behold and it makes Jungkook feel bolder. He brings his palm up to his mouth and licks it messily, then finally, finally wraps his own cock properly in his fingers.
The touch feels so good. He's basically been edging himself for hours at this point and the moans that fall from his lips aren’t even a performance. He arches into his own touch, his thighs gripping tighter around Jimin’s.
As he thrusts into his fist he loses himself in the sensation. In the feel of Jimin’s hands tracing up and down his skin, sometimes featherlight, sometimes squeezing into his flesh in response to Jungkook moans.
He has to keep closing his eyes because the burning look in Jimin’s is enough to send him over the edge, just like he said it would be.
‘God, Jungkook, you're unbelievable,’ Jimin whispers, practically stuttering, ‘see how hard I still am for you?’ He moves his hips a little to demonstrate.
‘Yeah, yeah, fuck, so hard,’ Jungkook couldn’t string a better sentence together if he had to.
‘Fuck, wish you were riding me,' Jimin groans, grabbing Jungkook’s ass cheeks and spreading them, 'bet you’d feel so good. Look at your big thighs, bet you could ride me so well, huh?’
Jungkook bends forwards at that, his stomach clenching with arousal, his whole body hot and taut under Jimin’s heavy gaze. He places one hand on Jimin’s chest, feeling his burning skin and racing heart under his palm, then he pushes himself backwards, rising a little on his haunches until he slides down Jimin's legs, as if a few inches of space will spare him.
'I could.' He manages to reply, voice dark, still thrusting into his hand.
Jungkook rises up on his knees, still touching himself. He's close, wound up from teasing them both, and when Jimin's dark eyes flick open again and meet his, it only gets him closer.
'That's it,' Jimin purrs, his voice low, 'fuck, that's it. You going to cum all over me?'
Jungkook groans, leaning forward a little, eyes never leaving Jimin's. He could drown in those eyes.
His hand works the head of his cock, desperately now, fast and tight.
‘I’m close,’ he manages to stutter, ‘I’m close, I–fuck.’
Jimin tightens his grip on Jungkook’s thighs.
Jungkook feels his orgasm start to take hold in the depths of his belly, a deep burn across his skin and up his spine and then he's coming. Spurts of cum streak across Jimin’s chest and over Jungkook’s fingers as he rides it out, still thrusting into his own filthy fingers.
Jimin moans below him, repeats fuck under his breath from his stained red lips.
As his orgasm fades, Jungkook leans forwards, resting both palms on Jimin’s chest, his breathing ragged as he comes down.
His eyes flicker open as he feels a warm touch to his cheek and his eyes meet Jimin's, deep and warm. Without thinking he leans down to kiss him. Their lips meet and Jimin's tongue pushes into his mouth, it's hungry but still sensual and slower now. Jimin wraps his arms around his back and goes to pull him down onto his chest.
'Ah, we're dirty, careful.'
'I don't care,' Jimin murmurs, 'just come here. We can shower in a bit.'
So, Jungkook lets himself be pulled back into Jimin's arms.
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'Well. You're lucky it's just me.'
Jimin jerks awake at the sound of the voice, opening his eyes and immediately scanning around the room.
Namjoon is leaning in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed.
'What the fuck are you doing in here?' Jimin groans, stretching out a little.
It takes just a few more seconds for him to take in the rest of his surroundings. Someone is lying on his chest, gripping him like a starfish, a messy mop of tangled dark hair poking out of the covers– Jungkook.
Jimin smiles. He's glad he stayed, he wondered if he might be the sort to slip away in the night.
'You asked me to pick you up. You have a physio appointment.' Namjoon answers.
'Ah yeah, fuck.' Jimin rubs a hand over his face and feels Jungkook stir a little. He trails his other hand over his back absently. 'Did you need to come marching into my room?'
'That isn't normally a problem…' Namjoon raises an eyebrow. 'On a match day no less.'
'Yeah, well. Wait until you see him.'
Namjoon snorts. 'That good huh? Worth breaking the rules for, apparently?'
'Yes…but we were very good actually.'
He laughs a little and Jungkook finally wakes at the movement, lifting his head and smiling up at Jimin sleepily.
'I don't need to know, you just need to be ready in forty minutes.' Namjoon warns and turns to leave, but not before Jungkook whips his head around and stares at him with widened eyes.
'Shit, is that your husband?' Jungkook groans and starts pulling away.
Jimin tightens his arms around him.
'No, no. It's OK.' He feels Jungkook relax. 'My, uh, manager.'
'Oh. Good.' Jungkook rests his chin back down on Jimin's chest and smiles at him. Jimin grins back.
'Wow. You're screwed.' Namjoon laughs, still talking in Korean.
'Do you need to stand there? I'll be ready.' Jimin sighs.
He doesn't want to move, but he has to.
'I'm going, I'm going.' Namjoon grins, raising his hands.
Jungkook frowns, looking backwards and forwards between them.
'Grandma. Apple. Big brother. Hello. Stop. Singer. Teacher.' He suddenly says in Korean and the other two stare at him, confused.
'What?' Jimin asks.
'That's er, that's the sum total of my Korean abilities. I just wanted to join in,' Jungkook shrugs and then starts sitting up, ruffling his messy hair with one hand. 'You need me to go…right?'
All Jimin wants to say is no, but it isn't an option. It's a match day and he's already been reckless enough. At least Namjoon has vanished so they can have a moment together.
'Yeah, sorry. Do you want to shower?'
'Oh. No. I'll just head home…' Jungkook sighs, then lifts the covers a bit and peers underneath, '...we're both naked.'
'Last night was…' Jimin laughs, but he doesn't know what else to say.
Nice isn't good enough. Neither is hot, or fun. Or surprisingly comfortable and natural. Instead he reaches out and cups Jungkook's cheek.
'Well, I certainly had fun…' Jungkook says, grinning and biting his lip.
Something about that, the slight flush and the bitten lip and Jimin can't hold back. He shifts across the sheets and pulls Jungkook back down until he's lying on his chest again, their noses brushing.
He brings his hand up, tangling his fingers in his hair and making eye contact that burns.
'I…have a match today and then…I don't have to, you know…hold back, we could–'
'You'd still want to?' Jungkook grins.
'Fuck yes.' Jimin answers, probably too enthusiastically but he doesn't care.
There's something in Jungkook's expression that matches his own and he knows he doesn't need to pretend he doesn't want him, whatever that means.
'Good…because you, uh, talked a big talk last night.' Jungkook smirks.
Their bodies are impossibly close, their warm, naked skin pressed together under the sheets.
Jimin can already feel his body reacting, a flush spreading across his chest and the stirrings of arousal in his belly. Jungkook's face is so close.
He screws his eyes closed and groans.
'Just…don't kiss me right now, or I'll never let you get out of this bed.' Jimin sighs.
When he opens his eyes Jungkook's smile is impossibly bright.
'OK. For you. But…later?'
'Later.'
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‘Hobi, honestly, I don’t even know what to say to you,’ Jungkook sighs and leans back on his palms.
‘I mean, you might have to try because it doesn’t sound that amazing to me.’ Hoseok shrugs.
He kicks down on his skateboard as he comes to a stop by Jungkook’s feet and catches the end in his trailing hand.
Jungkook scoffs and flops backwards, legs hanging off the grass verge he’s sitting on.
‘Then you’re not listening!’ He huffs, plucking at the grass under his fingers.
He feels Hoseok sit down next to him. When he turns his head to the side, the sun is in his eyes and Jungkook can see only Hoseok’s silhouette, the stark dark concrete of the arts building looming behind him.
‘You picked up a guy at Lift, literally just jerked off over him and then came home and you haven’t stopped whining about it,’ Hoseok laughs. ‘I had better hook-ups in high school.’
‘Not with someone like this you didn’t,’ Jungkook pouts, ‘he was an eleven.’
‘Can I see?’
‘I didn’t take a picture of him…that would’ve been weird.’
‘No, but you said he was like a pro-athlete or something, right? Google him?’ Hoseok sounds exasperated and Jungkook leans up on his elbow, holding one hand over his eyes to look up at him.
‘I don’t know what he does though, or his surname…’
Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows and pulls his phone out.
‘Give me his name.’
‘Jimin…’
‘He was Korean too? Cute. And helpful, gonna narrow it right down. OK, Jimin tennis…Jimin archery…Jimin–’
‘He doesn’t do archery, why couldn’t you cum before an archery…match? Shoot out? Spar? I don’t even–’
‘-Jimin taekwondo…Jimin football, wait, aha!’ Hoseok holds his phone up triumphantly, then stands up and reads out loud: ‘Park Jimin, pacey winger, signs permanent deal after loan at Norwich…’
‘...a footballer?’ Jungkook can’t help but grimace, sitting up to reach out for Hoseok’s phone.
‘OK, several things have made me change my mind about your sub-par hook up,’ Hoseok grins, ‘firstly, you're correct. A solid eleven. Secondly, he must be fucking loaded, this article says he was signed for millions and don’t footballers earn like hundreds of thousands a week?’
‘You know I don’t give a shit about money, if anything it puts me off– give me your phone–’
‘-use yours! And sure, he’s not boyfriend material but he could be a lot of fun, he can take you out and buy you shit and apparently have great sex, right? Did he really say he was going to call you?’
Jungkook does pull out his own phone (held together at the top with tape and with a crack across the corner of the screen) and types in Park Jimin football.
And there he is.
There are photos of Jimin in his kit at the top of the page, and then a wikipedia page followed by lots of articles about his recent permanent signing to Norwich. Jungkook clicks on the images tab, most of them are similar official portraits in a few different team kits, including the Korean national team. There are a few recent ones of him signing things or shaking hands, presumably from the recent move.
But Jungkook is immediately drawn to the ones of him playing.
He looks powerful.
And really fucking hot. There’s a shot of him lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face revealing his muscled stomach glistening in sweat. It comes up a lot, it must be popular and Jungkook can see why.
‘Ah, shit. He’s never going to call, is he?’ He sighs, stuffing his phone back in his pocket.
Jungkook kind of knows he shouldn’t be disappointed, there's no world in which it makes sense for him to be in any way connected to someone like Park Jimin.
‘Probably not, he’s clearly in the closet…it wouldn’t really make sense, would it?’ Hoseok shrugs.
‘Ugh, really not the kind of guy I even want to fool around with, but god. Could’ve cum with just his dick in my mouth.’
‘Thanks babe, top visual.’ Hoseok laughs and then grabs Jungkook’s board from the grass and drops it in his lap. ‘Speaking of which, can we get these shots? I’ve done the run through and set the camera, I wanna get it down before the light drops anymore.’
‘Yeah, yeah, OK.’
Jungkook gets to his feet, dropping his board down and kicking it into place before moving off to the slope Hoseok had marked out.
Hoseok was filming Jungkook skating, getting some shots for a new reel to put on the website for the skate magazine he works for. Jungkook’s uni building is a hunk of 1960s concrete, futuristic at the time but now an ugly grey mess. It’s architecture was fucking perfect for skating though, for as long as they could before security chased them away anyway. They get lucky today, with nobody disturbing them. It’s Saturday and the campus is quiet but it still takes longer than they planned to get the rest of the shots Hoseok wanted and it’s evening before they grab their shit and start to leave.
Jungkook’s body aches and he managed to fuck up one of the grinds badly enough that he’s skinned his elbow and knee. He’s mostly annoyed to have ripped his jumper, it’s one of his favourites. He shouldn’t have fallen, but he was pushing himself because he wanted to make Hoseok happy and also take his mind off the hook-up with Jimin that really shouldn’t be sticking in his mind at all.
It was just one night, one guy…one orgasm– not even one each. Just him with his thighs wrapped around Jimin’s hips and his cum splattering all over his beautiful fucking chest.
God, the image is already in his brain's hall of fame.
‘Shall we go by the Hare Krishna’s for food?’ Hoseok asks, snapping him out of his filthy thoughts.
‘Yeah, fuck it, I have literally nothing to eat at home.’
They detour over the main campus to the handcart, run by Hare Krishna’s from the local temple, that pulls up in front of the library building every evening and hands out vegan hot meals for free.
Jungkook is digging into his backpack for his metal lunch box and cutlery when his phone rings in his pocket, so he lets it call out. They're sitting on the steps to the library, his fork stuck unceremoniously out the top of a heap of vegetable curry and rice, when he digs his phone out with one hand and sees that it was Jimin that called.
‘Well, fuck,’ he sighs and turns his screen to flash the name at Hoseok, who grins, cheeks stuffed with food.
‘No fucking way! Football-boy booty call is happening,’ he laughs, ‘call him back!’
Jungkook stares at his phone. Fuck it.
He puts his food down and presses call, turning away from Hoseok so he doesn’t have to see his shit eating grin.
‘Uh, hello?’
‘Jungkook?’
‘Yeah, sorry I missed your call, I was eating.’
‘That’s OK.’ There’s a slightly awkward pause on the other end of the line. ‘I, uh, this morning we said…did you, I wondered if you wanted to…meet up again?’
‘I mean, yeah…I would.’ Jungkook can’t help the smile that creeps across his face and he bites the edge of his thumbnail.
‘Oh, good. So, do you want to come here again?’ Jimin offers.
‘Yes?’
‘Like…now?’
‘Yes! OK…I’ll be like, half an hour?’
‘Oh! Yes…cool!’
‘Is that OK? I can…you said now? Sorry–’
‘No! Come right now. In half an hour.’
‘OK…’
‘OK, so, see you then?’
‘Yeah. See you.’ Jungkook hangs up, dropping his face into his hands with a groan. ‘I’m fucked.’
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They won the match. Jimin was on good form, made two assists. He feels good, happy, still kind of pumped– and all he's been able to think about since he got home is Jungkook.
The weird British boy with a quick wit, huge eyes and pretty tattoos all over his thighs, who kissed Jimin like he was hungry and crawled all over his body like it belonged to him.
Jimin didn’t even cum and it was still one of the best nights of his life.
When he gets home after the match, he takes a shower and thinks of Jungkook the whole time, his cock half hard between his thighs and his skin flushed at the memories. Afterwards he stands in his bedroom, still damp and with a towel wrapped around his waist, staring at Jungkook’s name on his phone screen.
The blinds are open, revealing the sleepy orange glow of the city, framed by the window. The river laps peacefully directly below his balcony and behind it he can see the tips of the stadium in the distance.
Namjoon rented the apartment for him because Jimin didn’t really care, he'd just asked for something modern near the grounds that was ready to move into. He likes it, more or less, it does everything he needs and it's clean and private and in a good location, but it's soulless and it all too easily makes him feel lonely.
He hasn’t lived for more than two years somewhere since he was seventeen, so it’s hard to feel particularly attached anywhere. Maybe he even deliberately tries not to be. He’s actually been here, in Norwich, just over a year and that should feel like quite a long time by his standards. But for the first six months he’d been on loan, not daring to put down any roots in case they were immediately ripped out. On top of that, everything had still been in lockdown. The small city was closed and quiet, the football matches played without crowds.
The last year of Jimin's life had passed by in a sort of blur of training, pressure and mostly solitary evenings in his depressing apartment.
He didn’t think he minded because he'd had something to prove. He hadn’t done as well as he should have since making the leap to playing in European leagues a few seasons ago. They’d taken a chance on him at his last club, Stuttgart, and it had paid off, but he wasn’t getting any younger and the window for him to sign to a top tier club was closing. Signing here was his opportunity and he was happy to lose himself in it and to be devoted to nothing but the game.
So, it's with a gentle sort of surprise that he feels the excitement of Jungkook thrumming under his skin. He wasn't sure that part of him still existed, that subtle, burning, longing for someone.
It'd been so nice to have Jungkook between the pale empty walls of his apartment, making it feel like an actual place, even for just a few hours.
Jungkook was messy and bright, funny, filthy, pretty…loud. He scared Jimin.
And he liked it.
Jimin stares at his phone again, tapping it to keep the screen on.
It shouldn't be this hard, but they're already way out of his comfort zone.
Casual hook-ups are not something he can or should do, not on these terms anyway, definitely not by picking up random hot men in a gay-bar. He shouldn’t have been in the bar at all. It’s something he occasionally risks, relying on the fact that out of context he isn’t that famous, in order to skulk in a corner somewhere and just not feel desperately alone, at least for a little while.
When he wants sex, he almost exclusively has one night stands and they're normally arranged, highly vetted occasions. More often than not they're with people arranged by Namjoon or someone else on his close team. It's just safer that way, because he's very firmly in the closet.
In Korea, things had to be a lot more secretive and much more strict; absolutely no unvetted relations, absolutely nobody who hadn’t signed an NDA, but at least he had the luxury of a small group of trusted gay acquaintances that all slept together. In Germany, things hadn’t been so strict because it'd been far less likely for someone to recognise him– inconspicuously dressed and lurking in a queer bar. Things here were somewhere in the middle, but definitely still a risk.
Jimin's safest hook-ups were actually with other footballers. Honestly, often the best too, given the normally secretive and adrenaline fuelled contexts in which they mostly happened.
And then there was Jungkook– an absolutely obvious and terrifying risk.
Basically a total stranger. Young, kind of odd and a complete unknown. A stranger Jimin literally picked up in a bar and who somehow now has his number and knows where he lives.
Contacting him again is a stupid move that could ruin Jimin's whole life.
But he doesn't feel stupid, maybe anxious, but mostly just excited.
Riding the wave of it, he presses call.
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Jimin isn't quite sure what he’s expecting, or what he even remembers of Jungkook, but it definitely isn't what greets him when he opens the door.
Last night, Jungkook was all in black, wearing that mesh top and black leather, with smoky eye make up and his hair messy but styled. Tonight, standing on Jimin's doormat is a guy in a ripped, oversized wool sweater with a torn elbow, ripped baggy jeans and floppy hair. He's got a skateboard under one arm and a brownish red smear across his nose and cheekbone.
Jimin grins at him. 'Hi.'
'Hey, sorry it took me a bit longer, I was on campus without my bike so I walked and then I went the wrong way. Guess my route memorising skills aren't top notch on a walk of shame…' Jungkook rambles.
As he talks, Jimin steps back and gestures for him to come in. Jungkook kicks his shoes off immediately and rests his skateboard and backpack tentatively against the wall.
They look funny, wrinkled and dirty against the stark white paint.
Jungkook rubs the back of his neck and then looks at Jimin with a small grin. Jimin feels Jungkook’s eyes flick over his body, over his damp, freshly washed hair and simple white tee and sweats.
He doesn't really know how to start this. His hook ups organised by Namjoon normally have everything pre arranged and discussed, no small talk needed.
Jimin realises he isn't quite sure how to flirt.
In the end it doesn't matter because Jungkook moves forwards and kisses him. Jimin stumbles a little and is held up by an arm wrapping around his waist.
Jungkook isn't careful, he's messy and eager but they feel good together. Jungkook holds him around his waist, thumbs already creeping under his t-shirt. It doesn’t take much for Jimin’s lips to part and Jungkook dives in, his tongue immediately meeting his own, soft and yet hungry.
Not many people ever kiss Jimin like this, somehow all at once relaxed and familiar but still a little animal. Jungkook backs him up against the wall, pushing his weight into Jimin’s chest and bringing their hips together.
‘God, I drove myself half crazy thinking about you today,’ he whispers into the skin of Jimin’s neck.
Jimin runs a hand up Jungkook’s back until he reaches the nape of his neck, gripping into his hair, he tips his head backwards and their eyes collide.
‘You’re a good kisser,’ he says.
It’s an awkward thing to say right then, but he means it.
Jungkook wrinkles his nose.
‘Don’t stop me then,’ he smirks.
Jimin laughs a little, then slides his hand down to Jungkook’s elbow to drag him up the hall. They make their way to the living room slowly, stumbling and stopping to kiss every few steps.
When they reach the couch, Jimin sits and pulls Jungkook into his lap. He comes easily, his knees resting either side of Jimin’s hips and his hands go straight around his neck and pull him back into a kiss.
Jimin is already hard and Jungkook wastes no time pressing his ass down and making his head spin with the friction. So he puts a hand on his hip, directing his movements and pushing up slightly to meet them.
Jungkook in his lap is exquisite. Even dressed like a teenage cliché, he’s furiously hot with this little edge of cuteness that just makes Jimin feel lost in the best way.
Their kisses are really messy by now, their mouths barely closing, hot wet breaths gasping across each other's faces as Jungkook grinds in his lap. They haven’t really talked about what they want to do. Last night they didn't get far enough to have needed to discuss any logistics. Jimin feels like the implication was pretty obvious that he wanted to fuck Jungkook, and the way he’s already moving in his lap seems to suggest he’s on the same page, but they haven’t said so, not explicitly.
Are they going to have to talk about it? Jimin suddenly feels a little anxious. It’s another thing he isn’t really used to. He’s particular about who he bottoms with and that doesn’t seem like an easy conversation with someone you’ve just met. Are they going to have to talk about that too?
Jungkook seems to sense him getting a little lost in his thoughts and pulls back, his dark eyes searching his face.
He’s really very fucking pretty.
Jimin reaches up and rubs his thumb on the dirt mark across his cheek.
‘You have something on your face,’ he whispers, ‘here.’
Jungkook sits up straighter and rubs at it with his sleeve.
‘Shit, sorry, it’s probably blood.’
‘Uh, what? Are you ok?’
‘Oh! Yeah, just came off my board, look,’ Jungkook lifts up his arm and pokes his elbow in Jimin’s face. The material is ripped, loose threads of wool torn apart and beneath it a nasty kind of graze, two or three inches across.
Jimin takes his arm in his hands and inspects the cut.
‘Have you cleaned it? This doesn't look good!’
‘Ah it isn’t too bad, my leg feels worse to be honest.’
‘Your leg?’
‘Yeah, it was quite the smack down.’ He shrugs and Jimin looks up at him half confused, half amused.
Jimin is a little fussy, he’s tidy and precise and likes things dealt with correctly– but even by other people's standards Jungkook’s reaction seems nonchalant.
‘We should clean you up,’ he smiles.
‘God, sorry. This isn’t hot, is it?’ Jungkook suddenly grimaces, folding in on himself, ‘an overgrown man-child in your lap with skate injuries. I didn’t think…when you called I just wanted to get here as soon as possible, and–’
‘-sh.’ Jimin stops him from rambling by poking the tip of his finger into his mouth, his other hand grabbing Jungkook’s hip firmly. ‘I was thinking to clean you up we’d need to get you out of your clothes, wouldn’t we? Sounds hot to me…’
‘Oh,’ Jungkook smiles, sucking the tip of Jimin’s finger before moving his mouth to the side. ‘Yeah, OK…’
‘Good.’
Jimin taps his fingers on Jungkook’s lips once and then brings his other hand down to his hip, he pushes under the material of Jungkook’s sweater and tee-shirt at the same time and gently pulls it off and over his head, throwing it behind them.
The plan was to get a better look at Jungkook’s elbow, but he gets distracted by the now uncovered skin in front of him and leans forward to bite gently on his nipple instead. Jungkook hums under his breath as Jimin rolls the bar of his piercing under his tongue, his thumb digging into the flesh of his stomach.
It takes several minutes of kisses before Jimin finally makes his way down his arm to his elbow, kissing the skin as he goes.
‘See, it isn’t so bad,’ Jungkook murmurs.
‘Our definitions are clearly different,’ Jimin sighs, wrinkling his nose at the obvious little bits of grit and dirt in the shallow wound.
He looks up at Jungkook again, finds him looking back with a kind of shy and bashful expression on his face.
Jimin is bemused by the creature in his lap, not at all the sort of person Jimin thought he was into. Too cute and disorganised, maybe even childish, definitely careless– and yet, Jimin feels totally captivated by him.
‘So, uh, I’ve realised…’ Jungkook trails off, obviously kind of embarrassed. Jimin sits back a little and waits for him. ‘It’s just, I kind of rushed here without thinking, and I was at the library this morning and then skating, and…well I haven’t, like, showered, or prepared or anything…’
He trails off again and brings his fingers up to play with the lip ring at the corner of his mouth.
‘That eager to see me?’ Jimin smiles, teasing but happy at the thought of it.
‘Yeah…’ Jungkook leans down and kisses him again, slow this time, kind of sweet. ‘Weren’t you?’
‘Yes,’ he answers, bringing his hand up to the back of Jungkook’s neck to deepen the kiss. He lets it linger for a minute, then sits back again. ‘You can shower here, use anything you need. How about I make us some food? I, uh, I think I have some pork belly?’
Jungkook scrunches up his nose.
‘Hm, I’m vegan…’ He answers, at once a little defensive and shy at the same time. ‘But it’s OK, I ate already. I will shower though, if you show me where– what?’
Jimin is staring at him. ‘Vegan?’ He blurts.
‘Uh, yes…’
‘Oh…’ Jimin is surprised, he can’t picture a life without pork belly. ‘I guess you’re not really going to want to keep kissing me if I eat pork belly, are you?’ He asks.
‘Well, I mean, I won’t stop you…but it isn’t my favourite…’ Jungkook answers, a small grimace clear on his face.
‘It’s OK, I'll have some ramen. Go shower, come on, I’ll show you.’
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Jimin tries to take his time with his food. He makes it slowly and carefully and then sits at the breakfast bar and eats, chewing each mouthful and flicking through his phone.
He doesn’t want to rush Jungkook, wants him to feel comfortable, but now he’s feeling awkward. Jimin doesn't really know what to do with himself. What are you supposed to do while a hook-up has a shower?
Maybe he was supposed to have offered to join Jungkook in there? That was probably the sexy option, but it feels awfully over familiar to him. He hasn’t showered with anyone ever. Well, aside from quite regularly showering with an entire football team, but that’s…different.
Anyway, it felt like he should give Jungkook space. He rubs his face, drops his phone on the counter and muffles a little groan.
It’s quite apparent that Jimin is absolutely fucking terrible at hook-ups. Not least because, only halfway through the second meeting with this stranger and before they have even actually hooked up, he already doesn’t really want that to be what this is.
He doesn’t know what he does want it to be. But definitely more than nothing.
He lifts his head and listens to the sound of the shower which creeps up the hall. The thought of Jungkook in there– wet, naked– it’s enough for his cock to stir in his sweats, which honestly is an interesting combination alongside the tension and anxiety he’s feeling about doing the right thing.
Even when, a few minutes later, the shower goes quiet, Jimin stays sitting at the breakfast bar. He can barely read the words he’s scrolling through on twitter, but he stays sitting there, paralysed.
Jungkook would call for him, right? If he was done. Or he would come back out to the kitchen.
Ten minutes after the shower goes quiet, Jimin gives in. He hops off the bar stool and pads down his hallway. He hesitates at the bedroom door, which is ajar, then knocks gently.
‘Uh, Jungkook? Do you need anything?’
‘It took you long enough.’ Jungkook answers but Jimin still hesitates.
He can hear him, can hear soft, slight movements through the crack in the door, but Jungkook doesn’t offer him anything else.
With a bite to his lip, Jimin pushes the door open and freezes.
Jungkook is sprawled on his bed, propped up by a mound of pillows, he’s naked and his skin is flushed and soft from the shower. His tattoos stark in the soft light, creeping up his thighs, his hip, and over his arm and chest.
Jimin would admire them further if all of his attention wasn’t immediately drawn to Jungkook’s long fingers wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it slowly. Jimin sucks in a breath. Jungkook has positioned himself very deliberately, one of his legs drawn up at the knee and flopped to the side, the other stretched out.
The view is sublime, with very little of his perfect body not displayed beautifully. He drops his head to his shoulder and smirks at Jimin, who feels it like a shiver over his skin.
And just like that he doesn’t feel anxious anymore. His headspace shifts in a split second as he eyes Jungkook like a meal, he feels sure of himself again, just like he did when he met Jungkook last night and before he got all in his head about it.
He reaches up and pulls his t-shirt off from the back of his neck, drops it on the floor, and stalks to the foot of the bed.
‘Having fun I see?’ He murmurs, his own thumb dipping into the waistband of his sweats and trailing across the skin just under the hem. Instead of answering, Jungkook moans softly. His head tips back onto the pillows as he continues to shamelessly touch himself. He seems affected by Jimin staring at him, beginning to writhe in the sheets.
Jimin moves his hand to palm over his own cock which is rapidly hardening at the sight before him.
‘Seems like you want something, Jungkook, what is it?’ He smirks as he climbs onto the bed and rests on his knees by Jungkook’s feet.
‘You, I want you,’ Jungkook moans. ‘I was waiting for you, want you.’
The hand on his cock slides downwards, his fingers trailing over the flesh of his inner thigh and then trailing towards his ass.
Jimin’s own cock jerks under his palm. He almost freezes again, not quite able to take in the sight in front of him. Jungkook has started to play with himself gently, the pad of a finger teasing at his asshole. His head is thrown back, eyes closed, and his other hand is tangled in his hair.
There’s a bottle of lube by Jungkook’s thigh, Jimin’s lube he notices, meaning Jungkook clearly went rooting around for it. It’s kind of shameless, a brazenness that Jimin isn’t really used to but definitely enjoys.
As Jungkook sinks a finger into himself Jimin groans, his hand grasped across his cock through his pants. Fuck, he’s also never watched anybody open themselves up. Not in real life, just porn. It might kill him.
He crawls closer, over Jungkook’s body, careful not to get in the way of his hand, until he’s looming above him, their faces close.
‘Fuck, Jungkook, you want me to watch you?’ He whispers right above the other’s mouth. Jungkook moans and moves his lips trying to connect them, while Jimin holds just enough distance. ‘You seem to like putting on a show, don’t you? You did yesterday. Now you want me to watch you make yourself ready for me?’
When Jungkook opens his eyes at Jimin’s words they’re different to before, dark and deep and like he’s slipped off kilter a little.
‘Uh, yes, uh,’ he breathes. Nothing coherent, his mouth just open and a tiny frown between his eyebrows.
Jimin leans down and kisses him and Jungkook opens his mouth and takes him. Barely kisses back, just invites Jimin to invade his mouth.
Jimin pulls back again and smirks at him.
‘I’m going to give you what you want then. Show me how good you are.’ Jimin grins and backs away, crawling backwards until he’s kneeling at the end of the bed again.
Jungkook is momentarily frozen, eyes stuck on Jimin, his fingers still inside himself but not moving, his mouth a little open. Jimin tugs his sweats down enough that his cock is freed and squeezes a little of the lube into his palm.
'Come on then,' he smirks, 'give me something worth looking at.'
Jungkook jerks his head in a tiny nod and then bites his lip as he starts fucking into himself with two fingers again.
He's a beautiful sight, he curves his body towards Jimin a little, his free hand clutching the sheets, the other thrusting into himself sloppily. He's moaning, muscles taut and eyes absolutely fixed on Jimin.
Jimin circles his palm over the head of his cock and stares back.
'You're doing so good,' he smiles, running the pad of his finger up the inside of Jungkook's leg and watching with satisfaction as he twitches in response.
'Oh.' Jungkook is breathless, whiny. 'Jimin, uh, Jimin…'
'Hmm? Do you want something?'
'You.'
'You want more?'
Jimin moves across the sheets to Jungkook’s side, settling on his knees by his shoulder. It's the perfect position, Jungkook laid out below him like he’s on a platter, every part of him within Jimin's reach.
He drags his fingers slowly across Jungkook's hip, across his belly, then one single finger up the length of his cock. Jungkook keens and Jimin grins down at him, deliberately looming above him as he strokes his own cock.
'You like watching me get off to you, don't you?' Jimin smirks.
'Yes.'
'But you still want more?'
'Yes,' Jungkook moans, eyes flicking over Jimin’s body, 'I want your cock in my mouth.'
‘Fuck,’ Jimin groans. ‘OK.’
He leans forwards to oblige him, watching greedily as Jungkook takes his cock into his mouth like it’s the best thing he’s ever been given, a moan escaping as he swallows, vibrating over Jimin’s skin. Jungkook snakes his hand between Jimin’s thighs and grasps his ass to tug him closer, using it to encourage Jimin to move and to thrust into his mouth.
He looks completely debauched like that, on his back with Jimin above him fucking his mouth, his hard cock abandoned and leaking on his belly, useless fingers still twisted into his hole.
Jimin lets himself enjoy it for a while, one of his hands gripping Jungkook’s hair and tugging him into a messy rhythm. It looks exquisite, and feels even better, but Jimin can tell Jungkook’s not able to keep it up, that he’s slipping and overwhelmed.
‘Here, baby,’ he murmurs, nudging Jungkook’s fingers away from his hole and pushing them up toward his cock, ‘touch yourself there, let me look after you.’
And then he reaches down and circles his fingers over Jungkook’s asshole instead. Two fingers slide in easily and Jungkook bucks his hips up immediately, back arching, moaning around Jimin’s cock. He just takes everything he’s given, takes Jimin’s cock as he fucks it into his mouth and takes his fingers, curled inside him. He doesn’t even touch himself properly, just circles his fingers around his cock and holds it loosely. Jungkook could cum like that, it’s obvious that he’s close, but Jimin wants to be inside him, he’s suddenly desperate to feel every inch of Jungkook around him as he cums.
Last night, as Jungkook straddled him, he’d fantasised about Jungkook riding him and showing off his beautiful muscled thighs, but it’s patently obvious that Jungkook is long past being able to manage anything but laying on his back and taking it.
When Jimin pulls back, sliding his cock out of Jungkook’s mouth, the latter whines and lifts his head, seeking it out. Jimin shushes him gently, tracing his fingers over his lips. He removes his fingers from his hole too, stroking over his hip and then moving to settle over Jungkook’s body. He tilts his chin up with one hand and leans down to kiss him.
Jungkook is sweet and messy, wrapping himself around Jimin’s body and bucking his hips upwards.
‘I want to fuck you,’ Jimin murmurs into his lips and Jungkook moans, ‘want to fuck you now, is that OK? That’s what you want?’
‘Yes. Please, yes.’ Jungkook whispers, holding him tighter. ‘Want to feel you.’
Jimin feels half delirious as he rests on his knees and rolls a condom on, Jungkook is sprawled beneath him, staring up at him with wide eyes and just enough desperation to make Jimin’s skin crawl deliciously. When he eases himself back down, Jungkook immediately wraps himself around his body again. Jimin rests on his elbows as he lines himself up and then eases the tip of his cock into Jungkook’s hole.
Both of them moan as he sinks inside but he’s immediately startled by how loud Jungkook is. He lifts his head, almost worried, but finds Jungkook’s mouth open in pleasure.
‘Fuck, fuck you feel good. Move please, deeper.’
His arms are around Jimin’s neck, pushing their foreheads together as he starts to move, his legs wrapped around Jimin’s waist. He feels completely exquisite, Jimin is already overwhelmed as he bottoms out, panting into Jungkook’s mouth.
And Jungkook is really fucking loud.
With every thrust he practically shouts, a stream of absolute filth bursting from his lips that mostly comprises of repeated fuck but also language Jimin barely has time to process. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever experienced.
It’s going to make him cum way too fast.
He tries to sit up a little, hoping to get access to Jungkook’s cock, but Jungkook just growls and holds him tighter, clearly not wanting any space between them.
‘I’m close,’ Jimin manages to say, half drowned out by how loudly it makes Jungkook moan, ‘touch yourself, I want you to cum.’
With a continued stream of curses Jungkook does as he’s told, sliding his hand between their sweat soaked bodies and tugging at his cock, moaning and cursing at the contact.
‘That’s it. Tell me when, tell me when you’re close.’ Jimin whispers.
He tries to angle himself, moving until he clearly hits the right spot and Jungkook’s eyes roll back in his head.
‘There, there, there.’ He chants. ‘Fuck.’
Jimin is one step from having to think of the most boring or disgusting thing he possibly can to make himself last as Jungkook writhes beneath him, but then Jungkook starts coming without warning. A horrendously loud moan tears out of his throat and cum splatters across his chest and Jimin is only one beat behind him, immediately letting go at the sight.
His orgasm rips through him so hard his whole body shakes, hips grinding to a stop, buried to the hilt inside Jungkook who is clinging to him like a limpet. After a few seconds he feels his body relax and he thrusts a few times, slowly, and leans down to kiss all over Jungkook’s face.
‘Fuck, Jimin. Fuck.’ Jungkook moans, but quietly now, almost sleepy.
Jimin stifles a small giggle as he pulls out gently, a wave of euphoria coursing through him in his post-orgasm glow. He should take the condom off but he doesn’t want to move out of Jungkook’s arms, instead he just props himself up and looks down at him. He kisses his nose lightly and Jungkook hums contentedly.
'God, you’re really fucking loud.' He grins and laughs a little harder when Jungkook's eyes fly open to meet his own.
'Am I?'
‘Yes? You don’t know that?’ He laughs. ‘Who did you think was shouting back there?’
‘Oh, uh, I guess I’ve never noticed.’
Jimin leans down and kisses his nose, again.
‘You look sleepy, I’ll go find something to clean you up. Stay there.’
For some reason Jungkook frowns.
‘You, uh, you want me to stay?’ He asks.
Jimin’s belly drops a little and he pushes himself up so he’s sitting on the side of the bed.
‘Oh, well, you don’t have to obviously.’ He answers, embarrassed at his own presumptuousness. ‘I didn’t mean to– you just looked comfortable, and you can, of course…’
Jungkook smiles, reaching out to circle his fingers around his arm where it rests on the mattress, his thumb tracing over the inside of Jimin’s wrist.
‘Thank you, and yeah I really don’t fancy the walk back now obviously.’
‘You don’t need to walk, if you want to go I’ll get you a car.’
‘No. Shush. I want to stay.’ He smiles, letting go of Jimin’s wrist. ‘But, uh, let’s shower? There’s cum drying on my belly and it’s starting to feel gross.’
He shifts across the sheets and stands up, stretching his arms over his head and Jimin watches, eyes raking over his body in admiration.
‘OK, you can use the bathroom here, there’s another in the spare room, I’ll use that.’
‘Don’t be silly,’ Jungkook huffs, grabbing his wrist again and pulling Jimin to his feet. ‘Come shower with me.’