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On their walk from the café to the bus-stop, Jungkook is uncharacteristically quiet. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat, kicking at pebbles to make them skitter and hop down the sidewalk ahead of them. He doesn’t even seem to notice the big dried-out leaves that flutter down from overhanging tree branches, let alone stop to find out what satisfying sounds they could make when his laced-up boots crush them into dust.
Seokjin isn’t just going to ask if he is okay, though. That isn’t their way. As they stand side-by-side under the bus-stop’s overhanging shelter, he bumps Jungkook’s shoulder with his own.
“Games at mine?”
He gets a smile out of Jungkook at that. Just a small one that lifts the corner of his mouth, but it’s enough.
“Duh.”
Jungkook passes Seokjin one of his earbuds once they’re seated together in a row at the back of the bus, and this is normal too. They watch the familiar sights of the city stream by and quietly vibe along with Jungkook’s latest playlist, as eclectic and unpredictable as ever.
“I like this one,” says Seokjin, drumming the fingers of one hand against his knee. The plaintive, romantic lyrics to a hyped-up electronic beat is very Jungkook.
“Yeah? It’s one of my favorites this week, too.”
The playlist wraps up just a couple of minutes before the bus shudders to a stop near Seokjin’s building, impeccably timed as always. As it pulls away with new passengers in a puff of exhaust, he shivers and wraps his arms around himself, a chill seeping in as the sun slips below the tall buildings around them. Before they can set off toward his place, though, something drapes heavily across his shoulders.
"Yahhh, you dummy, I'm already wearing a coat. Get this off of me, you–!”
Seokjin tries to shrug off the fabric with a wild flex of his shoulders but Jungkook holds it there from behind with both hands, countering his thrashing with practiced, athletic ease.
“Just wear it, hyung,” he says through laughter. “I’m not even that cold, I swear.”
After a few more attempts – no one can ever call Kim Seokjin a quitter! – he finally relents, pulling the jacket more closely around himself with a mighty sniff. It is very warm.
“Thank you,” he murmurs as they start walking, because if nothing else Seokjin’s parents raised him to have good manners.
“Mm, it’s nothing.”
(And that’s the problem, isn’t it?)
Once inside, the two men settle into another easy routine, the hours passing with a flurry of mouse and keyboard clicks and the occasional exclamation of celebration or defeat from their adjacent PC gaming stations. These days they meet up at least once a week like this, their workplaces close enough that they can meet up and take the bus to the other’s home. If it were up to Seokjin it would probably happen even more often, but he tries not to be too greedy with his favorite dongsaeng’s time. Usually.
As the evening passes, growling stomachs join the other noises, eventually reaching a point where they can no longer comfortably be ignored. When Jungkook gets up from his chair with a luxurious, joint-popping stretch and announces that he will order delivery for them both, Seokjin nods absently and starts another round. And then another. When that one ends and Jungkook still hasn’t returned, though, Seokjin pulls off his headset and types into the lobby chat that his team should go on without him.
He finds Jungkook standing in the middle of the kitchen, phone in hand, looking zoned-out as he scrolls.
“Did you put in an order?”
It takes Jungkook a minute to snap back in, blinking up at Seokjin as if he doesn’t quite understand the question.
“Huh? Oh, yeah.”
“Okay. So then…” Seokjin clears his throat, trying another tack. “Is everything okay?”
“Mm. Yeah, fine.”
Jungkook pockets his phone, expression neutral, and Seokjin finds that he doesn’t believe him. He could let it go, of course, let them get back to their game, but combined with the way that he was acting earlier…
Seokjin steps forward and loops an arm around Jungkook’s neck, tugging him down.
“Hey! I’m fine, I said I’m–”
“You know you shouldn’t lie to your hyung, Jungkook-ah. I’ll just have to hold you here, until you–”
“Ugh, okay, fine!” Jungkook bats at his arm, tugging himself away and pushing his hair up out of his face. “I just don’t know why you didn’t tell me.”
The words are a little mumbled, slurred together enough that Seokjin isn’t sure he made them out right at first. In the ensuing beat of silence Jungkook stares at the floor, biting at the side of his thumb.
“Tell you…?”
“That you’re not straight,” Jungkook gets out in a huffy exhale.
Oh. That.
“You always said that you were, right? And I’m, like, your best friend. It’s weird to not even know that part changed, apparently.”
Releasing his own shaky breath, Seokjin perches himself on a barstool at the kitchen island. This feels like a sitting-down kind of conversation. He leans forward on his elbows and covers his face with his hands, gathering strength.
“I didn’t know either,” he says, voice muffled.
“Huh?”
“I didn’t even know myself, until recently,” Seokjin repeats, sliding his hands over his face to rest, palms up, in his lap. He ventures a glance at Jungkook, watching him carefully. “It’s… new. I’ve been figuring it out.”
“Oh.”
“It’s not like I’ve been keeping it from you on purpose.”
Jungkook nods at this, slow and considering, chewing at his lower lip.
“Still, hyung. We usually talk about everything. Just felt weird to be kept out of the loop about something this big, I guess.”
“I know, I know,” Seokjin agrees. “But I guess it just didn’t come up. What was I supposed to do, blurt out ‘I think men can be really sexy sometimes, actually’ out of nowhere?”
That gets a snort out of Jungkook.
“I mean, you could have. You know I would’ve agreed with you.”
Seokjin laughs at that, soft and quiet.
“Yeah, okay. That’s true, I guess. It was just… kind of intimidating. I’m sure you remember how coming out like that felt, the first couple of times."
"Oh. Kind of. It was scary, but also exciting. Like bungee jumping. I like that feeling, though.”
“Yeah, well. Not all of us can be adrenaline junkies.”
Seokjin bats at Jungkook’s shoulder and Jungkook catches him by the wrist firmly; it’s typical for them, but it feels weirdly charged in this moment. As Seokjin swallows hard, fighting another strange wave of nerves, the tension is broken by a knock at the door – their delivery order, trays of noodles set up at their desks as they finally return to the complaints and good-natured razzing of their teammates.
They’re both out of noodles when things start wrapping up, signing off one by one and saying their goodbyes until their next session. Seokjin and Jungkook carry their half-finished beers to the living room couch where they usually watch random YouTube videos until the other person decides that they finally need to go home – or, on one or two memorable occasions, they pass out and wake with the rising sun, dry-mouthed and bleary, legs intertwined.
This time, though, Jungkook makes no move to grab the remote and search up a video. He pulls his legs up on the couch and turns toward Seokjin, clutching his beer like a lifeline.
“Hyung,” he says. “Have you done it yet? With a guy?”
Seokjin wheezes a little on his next breath, grateful that he had already finished his latest sip of beer.
“What kind of question–” he starts, then abruptly realizes that this is not outside of the realm of the kind of thing that he and Jungkook usually talk about after a couple of drinks. It’s just that normally it has been about women, which had felt… safer. Huh. He takes another swig, bottle tilted toward the ceiling, buying himself some time.
“No,” he finally says, hands returning to his lap to curl over his knees. “Not yet.”
Jungkook nods as if this is about what he expected, which Seokjin thinks he should maybe feel a little offended by.
“What about just kissing? Have you even kissed another man yet?” At Seokjin’s slow headshake, his lips pursed, Jungkook presses on. “Why not?”
“Well, like I said, it’s all pretty new… and anyway, I’m not the type to go around kissing just anyone!”
Truthfully, there have been opportunities if Seokjin really wanted them - the dating apps, of course, but he is about as disinclined to use those as Yoongi seems to be. Seokjin is also pretty sure that one or two of his male coworkers have a thing for him, and why wouldn’t they? He is, after all, very handsome. But he hasn’t taken advantage of any of these opportunities over the past several months since that personal sexual epiphany, for one very specific reason.
“I’ve had someone in mind, though,” he continues, letting the chill of the beer bottle on his palms distract his nerves. “Someone special.”
“Oh,” says Jungkook, a little crease appearing in the middle of his brow. Seokjin would almost call his demeanor deflated. “You like someone? A guy?”
This makes Seokjin laugh, a quick puff through his nose.
“Yes, Jungkook-ah. It’s a guy. Someone that I know very well.”
“Oh,” he says again. “But… if Namjoon-hyung and Yoongi are dating… and now Hoseokie-hyung, Taehyung, and Jimin…”
“Yahh, I could have other friends!” Seokjin protests, lightly offended, which isn’t what he had meant to say at all.
“I guess so,” Jungkook says. He has started to peel off the label of his beer bottle, a nervous habit. “So is it someone that you met at work, or–”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake…”
With one last dramatic eyeroll, Seokjin grabs Jungkook by the front of his shirt and tugs him forward, crashing their mouths together.
It’s very good, as kisses go. Even with his own inexperience in kissing men, Seokjin finds that Jungkook’s lips are just as sweet as he always imagined, somehow both firm and yielding. He gives as good as he gets immediately, clambering into Seokjin’s lap with a hand sliding around to the back of his neck to hold him there.
“Shit, really?” he asks between kisses, voice full of wonder. “Hyung, since when?”
Seokjin is a little distracted by the hot, slick tongue that flicks against his lower lip and slides into his mouth, moaning at the way it feels lapping and twining around his own. After a few more dizzying moments of this, he pulls back again to answer.
“Since… ah, since I broke up with Gyuri. Probably before that too, but when you came over that day? That was when I knew.”
The break-up had not been a pretty one, as these things go. They were frostily amicable in the end, but too many ignored pressure points devolved into a shouting match that ended in his now-ex girlfriend storming out of the apartment in tears. And it was over, just like that. After a couple days of bed-rotting and feeling sorry for himself, dead to the world, Seokjin had heard his door chime its little song as someone entered the code and assumed that it was Gyuri, back for some of her stuff and possibly round two of their argument.
Instead, it was Jungkook. He scolded Seokjin lightly for not answering his phone (as if he had any room to talk!), hauled him out of bed, swept all of the trash into a garbage bag, and made Seokjin quite possibly the best omurice he has ever tasted.
“You’d make a good housewife, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin had said around a generous bite, pushing up his pajama sleeves. “If you were a girl, I’d date you.”
It’s the kind of silly, off-hand joke that they have always made with each other, and he had expected it to get a giggle out of his friend. But when he looked over, Jungkook was seemingly hyper-focused on scrubbing a bowl in the sink. Maybe he just didn’t hear him.
Jungkook kept Seokjin company for the rest of the day, in turns distracting him and playing around and listening attentively in the occasional moment when Seokjin needed to vent about the situation. When they finally had thought to check the time, the last bus was about to leave.
“You could just stay here tonight,” he had offered, as Jungkook debated about whether he should try and catch it. And Jungkook had immediately brightened, shoulders relaxing, like he had secretly been hoping that Seokjin would suggest just that.
Seokjin is a good host, though – he wouldn’t make his best friend sleep on the couch, as high-end as his might be. (And maybe, secretly, he also just doesn’t want to be alone.)
So, Jungkook had climbed into the big bed with him, their usual lack of a personal space bubble applying even with plenty of room for both of them to stretch out. They laughed themselves silly over stupid videos on their phones until they were yawning too much to keep their eyes open.
And it’s in this moment, Jungkook’s eyes slipping shut with the remnants of amusement curving his lips, his legs thrown over Seokjin’s and body tilting toward him like a flower in the sun, that Seokjin had realized that he doesn’t need Jungkook to be a girl in the first place. That maybe he has had less than platonic feelings for his friend for a long time, but didn’t have the words to define it. And, perhaps most importantly, considering how much Seokjin wanted to lean down and kiss that soft, pink mouth as it relaxed into sleep… that he might not be as straight as he thought.
Here and now, that sweet mouth curves into a smile that shows Jungkook’s front teeth, his eyes sparkling with undisguised delight.
“That was months ago,” he says, in a bit of a pout. “You should’ve said something, hyung. We could’ve been doing all kinds of things… I’ve liked you for ages.”
“Yes, well. I needed some time to catch up.”
“Hmm.”
Seokjin jolts as Jungkook darts back in for another kiss, closing his eyes to relax into it. Making out with him feels so natural that it seems impossible that this is really the first time. He yelps as cold fingers wriggle underneath the bottom hem of his shirt, Jungkook’s palm sliding up over the dip of his waist as he laughs through an apology.
“It’s okay,” Seokjin says. “But… just so we’re on the same page. Tonight, I don’t think I’m ready to…”
He feels his ears heating up, hoping that he doesn’t need to elaborate further. Why is this so hard to talk about? Seokjin has had sex before! He is a grown man in his mid-thirties, dammit.
“Okay,” Jungkook says, so easy that Seokjin wonders why he had even thought he would need to worry about it. “What do you want to do? Like, would it be too much if I sucked your dick? Because I really wanna…”
Seokjin’s throat bobs as he swallows, considering this for about two seconds before he starts nodding. He is grateful that Jungkook seems to have intuited that by ‘not ready’ he only means certain acts between men that he has yet to explore. Being on the receiving end of a blowjob is at least familiar, and very much still on the table.
“Not too much,” he verbally adds to the nodding, for absolute clarity. But Jungkook is already sliding down to his knees on the carpet, hands working at Seokjin’s belt as he goes like this is something that he does all the time – which, at least comparatively, Seokjin supposes that he does.
His jeans get tugged down past his knees in short order, Jungkook staring at Seokjin’s dick that is now most of the way to hard despite the squirmy vulnerability of it all.
“Wow,” he says, mostly breath. “Knew you’d be big, but. Damn.”
Seokjin can feel heat rush to his cheeks, his lips parting as he is for once uncharacteristically slow to respond to a physical compliment. But Jungkook isn’t done. He reaches up to wrap one of his hands around Seokjin’s shaft as if to judge the girth of it, squeezing him lightly through the fabric.
“Mmmhm,” he hums, evidently satisfied with what he finds there. “Can’t wait to get this in me at some point.”
As he watches Jungkook’s tongue flick out to wet his lips, shiny and pink, Seokjin doesn’t really absorb his words at first.
“Wait,” he says. “In you?”
Jungkook looks up at him, sharp.
“Yeah. Is that a problem? Or, like. I don’t mean to pressure you, hyung. I definitely don’t mean tonight. We can wait as long as you need!”
Seokjin warms at that, but he’s still stuck on the in me part. For some reason, he always assumed that Jungkook, with all of his muscles and his jock-adjacent vibe…
“I just, um. I didn’t know that you did… that,” Seokjin finishes weakly, and there is a wry little twist to Jungkook’s mouth that he recognizes.
“What, that I like to bottom? Hyung, if you’re gonna be gay, you’ve got to let go of stereotypes like that!”
“Bi,” Seokjin counters with a sniff. “I think. And you’re right, that was an unfair assumption on my part. Sorry.”
“S’okay. I guess you also don’t know what you like yet, huh. But I assume you’ve, y’know…” He mimes lewdly, poking one hand’s pointer finger into a circle made with the opposite, and Seokjin shoves at his shoulder.
“Yahh, how old are you?”
“With women,” Jungkook clarifies, ignoring him cheekily. “You liked that okay, right?”
“It’s great,” Seokjin agrees. His cheeks are flushed and his dick has gone most of the way soft again, still right there at Jungkook’s eye level. He kind of wishes he knew how to gently move things along again, or get his pants back up if blowjobs aren’t happening after all. “Um. Yeah, I think we can probably do that someday.”
That gets a grin out of Jungkook, scrunched up and bright.
“Yeah? Cool.”
“Cool,” Seokjin agrees with a nod, and then Jungkook must remember what he was doing before they sidetracked into a discussion of Seokjin eventually, hypothetically, fucking him, because he leans in with a flick of his dark eyes up at him and runs his warm, open mouth over the fabric, leaving a damp trail as he kisses up Seokjin’s cock and presses the flat of his tongue over the head. He pulls back just enough to hook his thumbs under the waistband of Seokjin’s underwear, maintaining intense eye contact that Seokjin finds that he can’t look away from, even as Jungkook drags the cotton briefs over the cut of his hipbones and down to join the puddle of Seokjin’s jeans on the floor.
And then he is sinking down over Seokjin’s dick in earnest, all lips and tongue and hot, wet suction.
“Ahh, ah,” Seokjin gasps out, and before he squeezes his eyes shut with overwhelm he swears he sees a gleam of self-satisfaction in Jungkook’s.
If Seokjin had thought he knew what he was in for, it is nonetheless quite different. Maybe not better – but if it is, in any sense, it would be because it’s Jungkook. He’s eager and a little messy in the best of ways, never seeming to know the meaning of hesitation, of holding back. Always giving it his all and driven to be the best, even in this dizzying new context. There is nothing demure about the way that Jungkook takes all of Seokjin in until he is a little teary-eyed and drooling, almost gagging as the hand not holding it steady skims down to gently brush playful fingers over the warm, sensitive skin of Seokjin’s balls.
It shouldn’t turn him on so much, probably. (It absolutely does.)
And Seokjin is trying not to come too quickly, he really is. But he makes the tactical error of opening his eyes a slit, just enough to see Jungkook’s lips stretched around his cock, hooded gaze a little glassy as he steadily works himself down to meet his fist and back up again. The sight is Seokjin’s undoing, that anticipatory euphoria connecting groin to brain, winding tighter and tighter until it snaps with a shout before he can even think to give warning.
Although he sputters and pulls off a bit to swallow, Jungkook seems unbothered by this unexpected arrival. He holds himself there calm as anything as his throat works once, twice, and one last time again before he lets the softening cock fall from spit-shined lips.
“…Oh my god,” Seokjin finally gasps, head tilted back and overcome.
“No, the name is Jungkook.”
“Aish, really–”
Seokjin flails at him blindly, making only glancing contact as Jungkook dodges his slapping hands through cackled laughter. When he opens his eyes again, Seokjin is startled to find Jungkook’s face just a few centimeters away from his own, his hands bracketing Seokjin’s legs on the couch.
“Hyung, it was good?”
The way Jungkook says it sounds more like a statement of fact than true insecurity. Seokjin rolls his eyes, but the self-satisfied grin that he gets in return only proves that he is probably just as transparent. His dick is still out though, resting soft against his thigh, and he is starting to feel self-conscious about that. In contrast, although Jungkook is still fully dressed, a glance down at his lap shows that he is certainly not unaffected.
Pushing himself over that last hurdle of awkwardness – Jungkook, after all, just sucked him off and swallowed – Seokjin reaches out to brush the back of his knuckles over the bulge that Jungkook’s jeans struggle to contain, drawing out a tortured hiss. He pops the button loose and slips his fingertips inside the denim flap to toy with the tab of Jungkook’s zipper. Seokjin isn’t sure that either of them breathe as he drags it down, tooth by tooth.
“You’re killing me,” Jungkook groans, his head tipping forward against one of Seokjin’s shoulders.
Together, they push Jungkook’s jeans down his hips as he sways in closer, one knee lifted and then the other until he is kneeling above Seokjin on the couch, caging him in. It’s overwhelming in the best of ways, and Seokjin finds his hand drifting to Jungkook’s unreal tiny waist and then around to his ass without his say-so, driven by sheer momentum and sexual instinct. He palms it through the cotton of his underwear, marveling at the springy give there, and the powerful muscle tensed beneath it.
“Mm, I like that,” Jungkook says, almost shy as he bites his lip, eyes huge and shining in the moonlight that filters through the blinds. “Touch me, yeah. Feels good, hyung. Even better than I thought it’d be...”
Knowing that Jungkook has thought about Seokjin just like this is exhilarating – so novel and a little terrifying, but mostly good. He doesn’t know how to respond with words, so he pulls Jungkook down for another kiss, wet and hot and a little tangy in a way that makes a jolt of nerves leap in Seokjin’s stomach. Jungkook tastes like him.
“Can I… what do you want to do?” he asks when the kiss finally breaks, a significant glance down at Jungkook’s still very present erection between them.
Seokjin is very willing to return the favor, or at least to try, but Jungkook must see the uncertainty shaking in his pupils. Before he can even register what is happening, Jungkook reaches down to his briefs and scoops out what is objectively a very nice-looking dick: of medium length and a little thick, gleaming with precum at the tip.
Seokjin doesn’t realize that he has said this (at least, the nice dick part) aloud until he feels Jungkook puff an amused breath over his collarbone.
“Thanks, hyung. I’m glad you think so.”
Oh, how embarrassing. Seokjin feels his ears start to get even warmer than they have been throughout this encounter, and is sure that he is beginning to turn that splotchy pink that usually starts at the back of his neck. But before this cycle of mortification can really get cooking, Jungkook scoots his hips forward and his cock makes direct contact with Seokjin’s, bumping together with a delicious friction that lights up all of Seokjin’s most sensitive nerve endings in a way that makes him wish fervently that he could already get hard again.
“It’s… still too sensitive, Jungkook-ah, I can’t…”
Seokjin groans, but it is mostly at the mental image of something that thus far he has only seen in porn – a hand wrapping around two shafts, jacking them both off as they rut together. His dick twitches stubbornly. Yeah, he is pretty sure that he wants to do that at some point, too.
“That’s okay,” Jungkook is saying now. “You can just…”
Leaning back to give them both some room, he grips his own dick just under the head, smearing a thumb through the wetness gathered at the tip to spread it. Seokjin watches this for a moment, enthralled and aware that his lower lip has dropped open, before he is peeling Jungkook’s fingers from his loose grip and batting his hand away.
“Let me.”
“Okay… ahh, hyung–”
Jungkook’s whine sends another jolt of premature arousal through Seokjin’s body, but for now all he can focus on is how it feels to wrap his hand around the stiff, warm length of him, to play Jungkook like an instrument, gliding the skin up and down and rubbing precum down his shaft, now a steady, slightly tacky stream that is probably still not enough on its own.
“I have lube,” Seokjin says, looking up to meet Jungkook’s slightly unfocused gaze. “It’s in the bedroom, we could…”
Jungkook shakes his head, sharp and immediate.
“So close already, don’t need it. It’s a little dry but, ah… maybe just…”
“Hm?”
Seokjin slows his languid pulls, holding Jungkook’s dick loosely at the base.
“You could spit on it,” says Jungkook, casual as anything. “Just. You know.”
He jerks his chin down meaningfully, and Seokjin can’t help but balk a little at the idea. It’s not that he is truly opposed, but there is only so much embarrassment that he can take this evening. He imagines trying to summon up enough moisture, and failing. What if it ends up all stringy and gross? What if he misses? Absolutely not. Instead, he turns his head to politely ptoo into his own palm, returning to face a snickering Jungkook who yelps when Seokjin’s spit-free hand pokes him in the ribs.
That laughter quickly subsides when Seokjin renews his grip on Jungkook’s dick, tighter now that the friction isn’t so rough. It probably wouldn’t be enough in other situations, he thinks, but the increasingly ragged breath that fans over the side of Seokjin’s neck tells him that Jungkook hadn’t been lying when he said that he was already getting close.
“Ah, ah,” Jungkook vocalizes, the deep flush of his cockhead popping up between Seokjin’s crooked fingers on every pass, occasionally bumping up against the flat of Seokjin’s stomach. “Ohh, Jin-hyung…”
And just like that, Jungkook is coming, his mouth dropped open and body stiffening as messy spurts of cum shoot out to drip down over Seokjin’s fingers and stripe across his stomach.
It is outrageously hot, and Seokjin is very gay.
“Glad I could confirm that for you,” Jungkook laughs, after Seokjin says as much, breathless.
In the slightly-awkward aftermath of this moment, however, Seokjin finds himself in uncharted territory. They should clean up, of course, but then…? Should he ask Jungkook to stay? Is that even where they are at? It feels odd for Seokjin to second-guess his interactions with someone that he spends so much of his free time around.
Jungkook stills this swirling uncertainty by leaning in for a short, sweet kiss.
“Wanna wash up?” he asks, and Seokjin is already nodding before he can finish the question. If he is being honest, the answer to anything with Jungkook is yes.
They set themselves back to rights as best they can before making their way down the hall, still a bit sticky but nothing that a shower won’t fix. Seokjin feels himself chubbing up again as he imagines the hot water running over them both, slicking up their bodies with soap... oh, it opens up so many exciting possibilities. He still isn’t quite ready for some things, but more touching and rubbing and kissing sounds divine.
In the shower, Jungkook stands behind him with his chin on Seokjin’s shoulder and arms wrapped tight around his waist. It’s not a very convenient position for getting clean, but Seokjin certainly isn’t complaining.
“Do you have work in the morning?” Seokjin asks. It’s the weekend, but he knows that Jungkook often still has shifts those days at the animal shelter.
“Nope. I’m all yours.” Jungkook rocks Seokjin back and forth a little, then stills abruptly. “Oh. Unless that wasn’t why you were…”
“No, no, good! That’s good. I want– You can stay.”
Please stay.
As if in answer, a wet kiss lands on the side of Seokjin’s neck, followed by a weak bite to the meat of his shoulder that makes him yelp with shock and almost slip on the tile.
“Yahh, what are you, a vampire? The disrespect, really, this dongsaeng…”
Seokjin’s ranting subsides when Jungkook drops more kisses over the place that he bit, loosening his grip on Seokjin’s waist to drift a hand down and touch him. They get each other off again like that, Jungkook’s own cock rubbing over the slippery skin of Seokjin’s ass. They barely even notice the shower water growing cold, not until they are out again and toweling dry, teeth chattering through their laughter.
In his bedroom Seokjin tosses Jungkook a spare set of sweats, and once dressed, they slip under the covers, both men gravitating toward the center of the bed to stay close and warm. And there is something about being here again, the intimacy of facing each other in the dark, that sends a renewed frisson of excitement through Seokjin’s whole body. A part of him still can’t believe that they are here – that he can trace Jungkook’s features with shaky fingertips in the dark; that he can pull him half on top of his own body like a weighted blanket until Jungkook’s kisses are sweet with sleep.
It’s only after Seokjin has just about drifted off into dreamland that he is startled awake by Jungkook sitting bolt upright in the bed. Murmuring grumpily, he wraps a hand around Jungkook’s wrist to pull him back down – whatever it is can certainly wait until the morning.
“I can’t believe it,” Jungkook mutters to himself as he settles back in against the pillows. “I forgot to ask Yoongi-hyung about whether he wanted to sign up with the next round of foster cat volunteers!”
That gets a snort and a significant look from Seokjin, one eye slit open.
“Baby,” he says, because he can. “I’m pretty sure that Yoongi was the foster cat.”
“Huh?”
Seokjin gives him a moment.
“Oh? Ohhhh. Wait, so he and Namjoonie-hyung…”
“I’m pretty sure, yep. Putting two and two together. I also overheard Namjoon making some truly terrible cat puns with Jimin at lunch. They should leave those to the experts. Also, they're both very bad at whispering.”
“Experts, meaning you?”
“Of course.”
“Ha. Well, Yoongi-hyung might still want a foster cat for real.”
“He might,” Seokjin agrees, cracking a yawn. “You should ask him. Tomorrow, after we get a solid five hours of sleep.”
“Five?”
“…Six. Six and a half, tops, and I’ll let you sleep while I make us breakfast. We can’t be wasting the day away, Jungkook-ah. There are so many games and so little time to play them!”
“Deal,” Jungkook agrees, with that little snuffle-laugh of his that Seokjin always finds so endearing. He settles back in, spooning up behind Seokjin with an arm slung over his waist, but there is something decidedly not-so-soft nudging at his behind…
“Yahh, are you actually turned on right now? Go to sleep, you menace.”
“I can’t help it! Yoongi-hyung would make a really cute cat, don’t you think? And Namjoonie… don’t you wonder what that’s like?”
“Excuse you, your boyfriend is literally right here.”
Jungkook lapses into stunned silence, his splayed hand twitching where it rests over Seokjin’s stomach.
“My boyfriend,” he says, in an awed rush of breath. “Hyung. You’re my boyfriend?”
“Of course I am,” Seokjin scoffs, and he is grateful for the dark to hide his surely bright red ears. “Now put that thing away, before it pokes someone’s eye out!”
Naturally, this prompts Jungkook to clamber on top of Seokjin, grappling with him through entirely-too-energetic laughter as he makes a valiant effort to position his burgeoning erection over Seokjin’s face. Eventually, Seokjin does gain the upper hand – or maybe Jungkook just lets him – and pins Jungkook’s wrists to the mattress with a triumphant hoot. They grin at each other until Jungkook pushes his hips up and they both groan, especially when Seokjin ruts down in answer.
“Six hours of sleep, you said?” Jungkook whispers, his voice rough.
“Mm, I think we settled on six and a half. But if you don’t mind shaving off about half an hour of that, I can think of something we can do.”
“Oh yeah?”
Seokjin’s response is to cup Jungkook’s face in his hands and kiss them both breathless.
And maybe it’s the cover of darkness or maybe he is just getting the hang of this ‘having a boyfriend’ thing, but suddenly it doesn’t feel so scary to peel down Jungkook’s borrowed sweatpants, to take him into his mouth for the first time and work him with lips and tongue until he is flooding Seokjin’s mouth with a shout. His hand tightens in Seokjin’s hair until bright pain blooms there, and Seokjin is feeling so generous in the afterglow that he doesn’t even pinch Jungkook’s inner thigh that hard. (Judging by the way that Jungkook groans anyway, he might enjoy this treatment a little too much; Seokjin is taking notes.)
The rush of adrenaline from making Jungkook feel this good is almost the same as being the last man standing in a battle royale; it’s like defeating the final boss with seconds to spare. Seokjin isn’t sure how he ever lived without it.