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Jungkook walked out, dragged a hand through his wet locks and shook his head when he found Jimin sleeping, lying in the sun on his side, body sprawled out on the solid rock. He had half the thought to just pick him up and carry him to his bed but he thought better of it quickly. Better to let him sleep than to risk waking him up. Jimin could use the extra sleep, he’d been through enough this trip.
Taehyung was out, and Jungkook suspected he wouldn’t be back soon, he’d had that look in his eyes which said he had too many thoughts in his head and he needed to do something to clear it. So Jungkook had told him to just go, and take the time he needed.
Most of the camera crew had gone after him, but Jungkook was side-eyeing one of them now and with a quick jerking motion of his head the camera-man nodded and the staff cleared out, taking the hint.
Finally alone.
Jungkook took the quiet moment to shower, and finally some of the tension in his shoulders eased a bit. They were having fun, and most of the time he didn’t mind the camera’s. But he hadn’t had any actual time alone with Jimin since they’d gone on this vacation and he would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him. Especially when they’d slept together in that tiny little bed with the two of them.
Jimin was sick, and Jungkook had wanted nothing more than to dote on him, take care of him, wrap his body around him to make it better. But he couldn’t, not in front of the camera’s. Now, with the water clattering over his back he thought about that same morning, how Jimin had woken up half dead, because not only was he sick, he’d also gotten hit in the face by Jungkook in the middle of the night. Jungkook cringed when he thought about it. He hadn’t even woken up. And in the morning, the camera’s had been right there again, of course. Jungkook had barely managed to act like he wasn’t as worried as he was. He’d urged the staff to find Jimin some medicine, and had to stop himself from actually personally feeding it to Jimin.
He turned off the water when he thought he could take it again, and when he stepped out of the shower, a towel around his waist, the staff and Taehyung were still gone. And there was Jimin. Still sleeping, but position changed a little now. His face was turned towards him, pillowy lips slightly parted and his face calm, peaceful. Jungkook stood there for a second, feeling fondness well up in his chest and then Jimin stirred, and blinked slowly, once, twice and then he spotted Jungkook still standing there. He clocked Jungkook’s state of undress and a slow smile spread on his face, mischief sparkling in his eyes. Jimin stretched, and he definitely had to know what he looked like, as his shirt rode up a little and exposed some of his midriff. He rolled onto his stomach, rested his chin on his hands and dared Jungkook with a look to come closer.
Jungkook was just a man, and his self-control only went so far.
So, in a few quick steps he was next to Jimin, bending down and pushing him on to his back again with a quick pull on his shoulder. Jimin’s eyes widened, and he looked around but when he found zero staff around he smiled. A real one, not one for the camera’s this time. Jungkook wanted him so bad he thought it would eat him alive if he didn’t do something about it. He moved over Jimin, careful not to crush him but effectively caging him in with both hands next to his head and legs on either side of his body.
‘Are you going to fuck me right out here? Bold move, Jeon.’
Jimin was only half joking, judging from the look on his face. The fact that Jungkook just knew he would let him, if Jungkook started it, made him want to forget about the possible consequences and do exactly that. But he wouldn’t. He wasn’t about make Jimin hurt even more by subjecting him to the harsh concrete.
‘I just might, if you keep looking at me like that.’ Jungkook said, then lowered himself enough to let Jimin feel the evidence of how thin his control was.
Jimin let out a sigh, snaked his hands around his waist, over his back towards the nape of his neck. Jungkook held his breath. Then Jimin set his nails into his skin and raked them down, arching his back at the same time to create some friction.
And that was it.
Jungkook rolled off of him with a deep, guttural growl and plucked Jimin from the ground just like that, his movements urgent, barely controlled. Jimin chuckled, pliant in his arms as he pressed himself against Jungkook’s chest and let himself be carried up the stairs towards the bedroom. By the time Jungkook lowered him onto the sheets he was trembling, but not from the effort of carrying Jimin.
He went to close the blinds, and then locked the door for good measure, even though he didn’t think anyone would be back in a few hours. Constantly being surrounded by camera’s made him nervous so he had also made sure they were all off, and covered before he turned around and was surprised to see Jimin rolled onto his stomach, his ass on perfect few for him only clad in thin shorts.
Jungkook approached slowly, and dropped the towel. The sound made Jimin turn to look at him, his eyes darkening. His gaze dropped down to where the evidence of his want was very visible. Jungkook felt hot all over, as he got onto his knees and nudged Jimin’s legs apart, settling between them.
‘I feel like you’re doing this on purpose. Do you want it from behind this time, hm?’ Jungkook asked, voice low as he caressed Jimin’s perfectly shaped behind. Jimin was about to answer when Jungkook let his hand come down on the soft flesh and he gasped.
‘Jungkook.’ He breathed, and Jungkook did it again, just to hear him whimper. He knew he’d start begging soon if he kept this up but Jungkook was feeling generous so instead, he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of Jimin’s shorts to pull them down and was delighted to find he wasn’t wearing any underwear. As soon as he got the shorts off, Jungkook straddled him and rolled his hips forwards, desperately needing just a little bit of friction. He was rewarded with a moan, and Jungkook felt his skin buzz with how desperate Jimin already sounded, and they hadn’t even started yet.
‘Tell me how you want it, baby.’ Jungkook said, softer now. His ultimate goal was to make Jimin feel good and relieve some of this god damned tension that had built between them after too many days of not being able to touch each other. Really touch each other. It made Jungkook uneasy, especially when he couldn’t take care of Jimin like he wanted to. So, whatever Jimin wanted, he would get.
‘On my back, Guk, please.’ Jimin breathed, and Jungkook reached and carefully took him in his arms. He instantly clung to him, and Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat with the intensity of his hold.
‘Don’t worry, hyung, I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel good.’
Jimin looked at him with big eyes, and Jungkook couldn’t do anything but bend down and finally kiss him. They’d been able to steal kisses at some moments in between, but it was never enough and it made Jungkook treasure moments like these, savour it and try to store the feeling away somewhere inside of him and live off of it until the next time they had a lucky opportunity. Jimin matched his desperation, and moaned into the kiss, his tongue meeting his instantly. Jungkook was already feeling lightheaded, brain all woozy and filled with only Jimin.
Just what he needed.
Jungkook pulled back, and felt Jimin’s grip on him tighten.
‘I know. I have to get you prepared, hyung, I’ll be back in a second.’
It was almost physically painful, to stand up from the bed and temporarily leave Jimin on his own for the time it took to rummage around in his bag and find the little glass bottle he’d put there in hopes of getting to do exactly what they were about to. He hurried back, tossing the bottle next to him, again settling between Jimin’s legs. Jimin had removed his shirt in the meantime, and Jungkook admires the flat stomach, the smooth skin and the muscles build from years of dancing.
‘Don’t let me go.’ Jimin looked desperate, the look in his eyes vulnerable and Jungkook took the glass bottle with trembling hands, suddenly feeling the weight of responsibility on him.
It wasn’t as if they could ever be public with their relationship, they both knew that. At least the members were aware of it and they could be a little more free with them around. Still, that didn’t mean it was easy for them to find time to spend together with just the two of them so every time they did, they tried to make the most of it.
Jungkook used more lube than he probably needed, and let his hand slide between Jimin’s legs, watching his eyes flutter closed at the first touch. Jungkook was surprised to find he could sink in a finger without much resistance, so he started moving instantly, knowing they were on limited time.
Jimin responded with a little cry, arching his back into it. He was soft, pliant, beneath him, taking everything Jungkook was willing to give and relishing in the feeling.
‘More.’ Just that little word, but the strain in Jimin’s voice gave away how much he needed it and Jungkook could feel it going straight to his cock. But he would have to wait. He would make this good for his hyung first.
He added another finger, and Jimin gasped as he felt the stretch. But Jungkook knew Jimin’s body as well as his own by now and pulled them back, then pressed upwards a little and Jimin nearly screamed.
Jungkook couldn’t help but grin, proud at his accomplishment of finding the spot that would make Jimin lose composure fast. He kept caressing it, avoiding overstimulation but also building up the pleasure little by little. After a few minutes, Jimin was panting, hands gripping the sheets in search of something to hold on to.
‘Jungkook.’
‘Hmmh?’ Jungkook was focused on the sight of Jimin writhing beneath him, watching his fingers go in and out easily, lost in the sensation of tight warmth around his digits.
‘Jungkook-ah, please.’ The last of Jungkook’s restraint was out of the window with Jimin looking straight at him, face flushed and desire written clearly on his face.
‘Yeah, okay. Hold on, I will-‘
He couldn’t help but let out a groan as he slicked up his own cock. It was sensitive, and any stimulation felt good at this point. But he didn’t waste any more time, the promise of what was to come too good to get lost in the feeling.
Jungkook lined himself up, then pushed in slowly. He was careful, knowing that Jimin hadn’t had any in the past few weeks and would need time adjusting. It was instantly too much and not enough, and Jungkook fell forward, catching himself on his forearms next to Jimin’s head. Jimin moaned loudly this time, and all Jungkook could say was yes repeatedly as he finally bottomed out. He sighed, then stilled, trying to get his shit together before he would come too soon and end this too early for both of them. But then he felt Jimin’s hands in his hair, pulling, and his lips on his neck in silent command and Jungkook pulled back slowly, then slammed forwards with a force that both surprised and delighted Jimin at the same time. He let out a pleased little cry, as Jungkook kept going, keeping up a steady rhythm.
‘Is this how you like it, hyung?’ Jungkook asked, even though he already knew the answer. ‘Is this how you wanted to get fucked today?’
Jimin’s breath came in short little gasps and his head was thrown back into the pillows in flat out bliss, but Jungkook liked nothing more than being praised by him so he wanted to hear him say it.
Of course, Jimin was glad to comply. He was selfless, never took anything for granted and would gladly give Jungkook wat he needed. Jungkook felt on top of the world every time he was blessed by Jimin’s special attention and the sex was no exception of that.
‘You’re- oh, you’re fucking me so well, Jungkook-ah, feels so good ‘m going to come soon. Fuck.’
Jungkook couldn’t help himself, he just had to kiss him, then. It was sloppy, both of them out of breath, it was more about being close than anything else but still it was perfect.
Then Jungkook pulled back, just a little, so he could sneak his hand between their two bodies and close it around Jimin’s hard, leaking cock.
‘Close already? Let’s see if we can get you to come for me, then.’ Jungkook said, as if he hadn’t been close himself from the moment they started.
Jungkook started stroking in time with his thrusts and Jimin cried out, back arching off the bed. Then on a particularly well-aimed thrust he was spilling all over Jungkook’s hand and his own stomach and Jungkook was mesmerized at the pure bliss written on Jimin’s features. Angelic, was the only proper way to describe how he looked in that moment. When Jimin started trembling, Jungkook released him, uncaring about the mess, and now chasing his own orgasm. Jimin relaxed underneath him, jaw slack as he moaned on every one of Jungkook’s thrusts.
‘I want you to come inside me this time, Guk, I want to feel it, please.’ He whispered then, and it was the last straw, the final push over the edge Jungkook had needed, and all he could see was white for what felt like an eternity as warmth spread all over him and he came inside of Jimin.
It lasted a long time, and Jimin whined as he felt it, holding Jungkook in place until he was sure he was done. Jungkook couldn’t help but collapse on top of him, chest heaving, but Jimin just wrapped his arms around him tightly, pressing kisses to his jaw.
‘You did so well, my Jungkook-ah. You were perfect.’
Jungkook couldn’t stop smiling and also couldn’t help but feel a little bit smug about getting Jimin off so fast. Usually he needed a little more before he could come, always feeling a little pressured to ‘perform’ somehow. But fortunately, Jungkook had learned over time what Jimin needed to get there and he was proud to say that by now he had perfected it.
‘I’m… hold on, I need to…’ Jungkook was slightly embarrassed now, because he’d left the towel on the floor, and because he’d finished inside of Jimin…
He did not want to make a mess. At home he didn’t care if things got dirty but this wasn’t the place for that.
Jimin didn’t seem to care as much, clinging to him like a koala, eyes glazed over in the afterglow. Jungkook felt a little bad about disturbing his basking but he felt his dick softening inside of him so he had to act fast.
‘Hyung, hold on to me.’ He whispered, and Jimin clasped his feet behind Jungkook’s back, tightening his hold.
In one movement, he stood up, then quickly made his way over to the bathroom downstairs, praying to the gods that Taehyung wouldn’t choose this exact moment to return from his little outing.
Thankfully, fate seemed to like him enough to grant him some more peace because the house was blessedly empty as he came downstairs. Jimin was completely relaxed in his arms. His head was on his shoulder, and his breath tickled his neck where his lips grazed his skin.
Jungkook was quite proud of how he managed to get them both downstairs without creating a mess and he nudged open the bathroom door with his foot, then set Jimin down first who pouted when Jungkook released him.
‘Just a second, hyung.’ Jungkook quickly turned the lock, then stepped into the large cabin with Jimin.
As soon as they’d arrived at this location, Jungkook had taken one look at the particularly large shower and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about this exact scenario every since. Especially since Jimin had become increasingly comfortable with being half-naked in front of the camera. It made it harder for Jungkook to behave, to keep himself in check, making it both a blessing and a curse that Jimin walked around without a shirt much more often.
Now, he definitely felt blessed as he held Jimin under the warm water, washing both of them with the scented soap Jimin had brought with him. Jimin didn’t say much, and Jungkook suspected it was because he was still tired. His system had taken a hit, and although he was all better, he needed to catch up on some sleep. So, Jungkook cooed when Jimin’s eyes fell closed and he leaned heavily onto Jungkook while he washed his hair for him.
‘Wanna sleep in my bed tonight?’ Jungkook asked, pressing kisses to his shoulder while he rinsed out the last of the shampoo.
‘Yes.’ Jimin breathed, then turned around, capturing his mouth with his once again. Jungkook groaned, feeling his cock harden again but he paid it no mind.
Instead, he just kissed him back softly, savouring the moment.
Finally, when they were both clean, Jungkook wrapped Jimin in a big towel, and peaked out the door to make sure the coast was clear. Jungkook went out first, going back upstairs to get some clothes, and Jimin walked after him still bundled up.
‘You want some food? I can cook for you?’ Jungkook asked as he searched in his suitcase for something to wear.
Jungkook didn’t really want their quality time to end, but they could hardly go to sleep already, so early in the evening. So Jungkook was trying to come up with an excuse to continue taking care of Jimin.
Jimin nodded, yawning and covering his mouth with a sweater paw. Jungkook only noticed now that he was wearing one of Jungkook’s since it was too big for him. It made him feel all soft inside. It wasn’t as if they didn’t wear each other’s clothes more often, but still. Jungkook loved seeing him in something that belonged to him.
‘You can doze on the couch while I cook.’ He offered, knowing Jimin was probably hungry but definitely too lazy to cook.
‘Okay. But keep your shirt off.’ Jimin said, staring appreciatively at Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook barked a laugh, shaking his head, but he honoured his wish and just threw on some sweatpants. He liked walking around without a shirt anyways. And even more so if it made Jimin happy.
Taehyung returned an hour later -without any staff- and declared that the camera crew had ‘lost him’.
Jungkook didn’t ask any questions.
Then Taehyung looked at Jimin sleeping curled up on the couch in Jungkook’s sweater, and at Jungkook cooking in just his sweatpants. He cocked his head to the side, a little smile playing on his lips.
‘So, how was the sex?’
Jungkook dropped his chopsticks in the pot he was stirring in and cursed, fishing them out with a pout. How the fuck did he know?
Jungkook looked over at Jimin to see if he’d heard, but he was still peacefully sleeping.
‘Don’t worry, it’s not obvious. And you both needed it. You were starting to get prickly.’ Taehyung said airily, as if this was the usual way of things going.
Jungkook huffed, but couldn’t help but smile. Taehyung smiled too, then padded upstairs. Jungkook suddenly thought of something.
‘Tae, wait-’
‘Yah! Why did you leave the lube on the bed?’