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“Tea or coffee?” Taehyung forced himself to focus on wiping the kitchen worktop. Jimin sat across the island, silently judging his useless efforts.
Even though Taehyung’s hands were busy, helpless, his eyes kept straying to Jungkook, a flatmate and friend, who was playing on the games console at the other end of the open plan kitchen/living room. From under his dark curtain of hair, Taehyung admired the wide shoulders that rippled under the white T-shirt when Jungkook moved with the game, entirely focused.
“I’ll have tea, but only if you’re making some...” Jimin smirked at the wandering eyes. He knew of course, as Taehyung’s best friend, he knew everything, had known, all along.
Sighing, Taehyung turned to make the drinks, pushing the familiar longing inside deeper into hiding. He could never sacrifice the friendship he had with Jungkook for his own selfish agenda. It made things unbearable. “How’s everything?”
“Yeah, not too bad. You know how it is, same thing, different day.” Jimin smiled, flicking his blonde hair back. Things always seemed so easy for him, so care-free. “Although... Yoongi and I went out on a hike the other day, found a great trail...” There was something hiding in the corner of his smile but Taehyung couldn’t figure out what.
Suddenly, Jungkook got up and headed toward them and Taehyung nearly dropped his cup of tea. The wide smile plastered on the gorgeous face, the dark, soulful eyes... the view knocked Taehyung sideways, every time.
“Oh yeah? Sounds great,” Jungkook joined in the conversation as he picked up a bottle of water out of the fridge. He stood close enough for his delectable, clean scent to drift into Taehyung’s senses. His knees felt weak.
“Yeah, you guys should check it out.” Jimin smirked when Taehyung gave him a sharp look, telling him to take it back. Only a wink answered.
“I don’t know, I have a lot on at work at the moment,” Taehyung was quick to say. The last thing he needed was to spend time alone with Jungkook, who was completely oblivious to his feelings.
“Hey, that sounds great... Fresh air, all that green. C’mon. Let’s do it, it’ll be fun.” Jungkook glanced over with those puppy eyes and what was Taehyung supposed to do, say no?
“When do you want to go?” he asked carefully, still hoping for a way out.
“Why don’t we go today? It’s a nice day.” He pointed at the blue sky mocking at Taehyung through the window.
“Sure, why not. Fresh air sounds good.” Taehyung shook his head and gave Jimin a hard stare. The man just shrugged his shoulders, eyes flashing with glee. Menace, that’s what he was!
The trail was beautiful, there was no denying it. It wove through the hills under a rich tapestry of green dappled with sunshine. A soft caress of wind seemed to guide them along as they strolled at a leisurely pace, light backpacks on their backs.
“Jimin said there’s a meadow somewhere further up, we should see if we can find it.” Jungkook said, checking his phone for a map. He frowned. “Although I can’t see it on here.” He showed his phone to Taehyung, standing close enough for his scent to dance between them like a forbidden temptation. “But that’s cool, we can just look around. It can be our treasure hunt.” He smiled and all air punched out of Taehyung’s lungs. Why did the man have to be so damn gorgeous with that dark hair dancing in the wind, those piercings glinting in the sun... And what about those tattoos that snaked down the muscular arms so innocently on show? The man had no idea what all that did to Taehyung. No idea.
It was impossible not to stare. When the object of his desire walked ahead, Taehyung allowed his eyes to admire the strong legs that stretched down from the tight shorts that virtually licked the contours of that muscular ass. Dammit. His mouth felt dry.
“Sounds like fun...” he said, just to say something. What he really wanted to do was to push Jungkook against the nearest tree and just kiss him silly, kiss him until he’d finally see him.
The yearning was the hardest part, always wishing for some sign, for something more and never getting anything. Only friendly gestures, friendly smiles. All that friendliness was driving Taehyung mad, so mad that his dreams were forever filled with blindingly hot sex with none other than Jungkook. He’d wake up drenched in sweat and hard as rock, every morning.
To pretend like he wasn’t burning for Jungkook was agonising. Suffocating.
“Hey, what’s that over there?” Jungkook suddenly pointed toward a lighter area behind the trees, off the trail itself. He headed towards the sight and Taehyung followed. They pushed through the thick vegetation and emerged into sunlight.
The meadow was the most beautiful place Taehyung had ever seen, drowning in colourful flowers so rich in their shades that it was like a kaleidoscope smiling at them. Dancing in the wind, the cheerful blooms seemed to invite them further, into the richness of scent that was sweet, intoxicating.
The sunlight seemed to shimmer over the tall stems that reached up to their thighs. Wordless and enchanted, they walked further into the vegetation until it felt like it was all they could see. Sunlight was warm on their skins, like a million tender kisses of heat. Taehyung tingled all over.
Jungkook looked around in awe. The haze of the sun was almost blinding in its brightness. “Why don’t we have a break here? This is... amazing. Jimin was right...”
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Taehyung couldn’t hide his amazement.
They sat down in a soft circle of fallen flowers and breathed the sweetness in. Jungkook dug out a drink of water out of his backpack and offered it to Taehyung. He took it in silence, listening to the soft lull of the wind breathing through the sea of colour.
Something felt different, so calm, he could barely hear the birds in the distance. Butterflies flitted over flowers, a few bees buzzed around them. He had never been surrounded by such beauty and Jungkook was here with him. It felt special.
He passed the water back and watched as Jungkook took a drink after him, not caring that it was the same bottle. Taehyung couldn’t take his eye off the sheen on the muscles that moved at every swallow. Jungkook seemed to glow under the sun, his black hair shining like a raven’s feather.
A strange feeling bubbled inside Taehyung. A relaxed warmth spread over his limbs. Was it the sun or the company, he wondered. He unfastened the top buttons of his casual button-down shirt when suddenly it felt like there wasn’t quite enough air flowing into his lungs. “I’m feeling a bit strange...” he said, suddenly feeling like his voice was coming from somewhere further away.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook leaned closer and ran the backs of his fingers along a heated cheek. Taehyung sighed, leaning against it, eyes heavy. Oh, how he wanted to kiss Jungkook, he wanted it more than anything, the temptation of that soft mouth was too much to bear. Before he knew it, he leaned across and planted his lips on the cool of Jungkook’s mouth.
Just like that.
Surprised, Jungkook pulled back, eyes wide. He leaned back on his arms, putting distance between them, distance that made everything scream inside Taehyung – he had to fix that. He crawled closer and straddled Jungkook’s hips. “I want to do that again...”
“Taehyung, w-what are you –?” The words smeared against Taehyung’s lips as he kissed again, open-mouthed this time. He ran a tongue over the closed mouth, he sucked at a lip, he snuck a hand behind Jungkook’s neck and pulled him close when he tried to pull away.
When the mouth opened to object, Taehyung pushed in with his tongue, cupping the cheeks in his hands. A strangled sound of desire tickled at the back of his throat. Suddenly, Jungkook pushed him away.
“What’s gotten into you?” Jungkook scuttled back and wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand. A sweet blush painted on his cheeks he shook his head, confused.
Taehyung felt so hot, tight like a spring, there was an inescapable ache inside him, somewhere low, deep, somewhere warmer. It glowed and begged, it screamed at Taehyung for more.
He pulled his backpack off and fell back into the softness of flowers. He unbuttoned his shirt completely and lay there, spreading himself under Jungkook’s gaze. When there was nothing but a stare, he started undoing his pants.
That set Jungkook on the move and he reached across, grabbing Taehyung’s wrists. “What are you doing!?” he gasped, shocked. “Stop that.”
Taehyung yanked his arms up and stretched them above his head and Jungkook, still gripping on the wrists, lost his balance and he fell on top, right where he was wanted the most. Taehyung squirmed, enjoying being trapped under the tight grasp on his wrists, under the firm, heavy body that pressed him into the soft ground.
“Kiss me...” he whispered as Jungkook stared at him, so close that their breaths mingled, mixing and whispering to each other. As the dark eyes dropped down to his mouth, the kindling warmth inside Taehyung flared into a flame.
Jungkook went to move but Taehyung wrapped his legs around the lithe hips. “Did you not like it?” he asked, unabashed.
“No, it’s not that... But –”
“But what?” Taehyung whispered. “If it’s nice, then why not do it?” Jungkook lifted up on his arms, putting more of that cold distance between them.
“You know why, we’re flatmates, we’re both – ” Taehyung stopped the words with a finger on Jungkook’s mouth.
“Please don’t say it,” he begged.
Desperate, Taehyung rolled them both over. Straddled over Jungkook’s hips, he pinned the tattooed wrists into the green and leaned close, pressing against the hips.
“Ah!” Jungkook gasped, surprised.
“Stop thinking so hard...” Taehyung whispered and leaned down for a kiss. “Please?”
This time, with a nod, Jungkook let him. He didn’t push Taehyung away, he didn’t try and struggle against the hands that held him down. He simply stared, eyes wide open when Taehyung pushed in, licking into the cavity of Jungkook’s mouth, just like he had always wanted to. He hummed at the pleasure when he felt a tentative swipe of a tongue against his.
Taehyung let go of a wrist and slid a hand down Jungkook’s throat and back up again until his fingers spread over the jaw. He kept Jungkook in place and kissed deeper, harder, pressing down with his whole body.
Finally, Jungkook softened and accepted him fully. A hand came to weave into his hair and he melted into the kiss, moaning as his body undulated over Jungkook, of its own accord.
“I want you so bad, Jungkook... Please.” Begging wasn’t beneath him, not here, not now.
He lifted up enough to see Jungkook’s face and the sight that greeted him was intolerable in its beauty. Mussed up hair, bruised lips, the soft pink on those cheeks, the sparkle in those dark eyes seemingly even brighter than usual.
He pushed a hand under the t-shirt, pulling it up to see what was underneath. Jungkook didn’t resist, he didn’t say anything, he simply stared, dumbfounded, as Taehyung carried on without shame, without inhibition.
Jungkook was flustered, confused. He couldn’t figure out what had brought this on in Taehyung, he had never – to his knowledge – given any reason to think that he was interested in having sex, let alone with Taehyung. He had never thought of him in that way before.
But the longer he looked, the more he saw of those soft eyes staring at him, admiring, the more he had to admit to himself that there was something about Taehyung – had always been – that fascinated him in a way that no one else had ever fascinated him.
There was exceptional, somehow classic but fresh beauty about him, in those soft locks, in that soft mouth, in those soft cheeks – there was so much softness in him, despite the harder contours of his body. Yes, there was no denying it, Jungkook would have to have been blind not to see how attractive Taehyung was. Despite that, it had never occurred to him that this was possible.
Just then, a mouth licked over his nipple and everything tensed inside Jungkook. “Ah!” His hand fell on Taehyung’s shoulder, its purpose to push away. The grip failed, the pleasure too tempting, too new, too different. How could he possibly resist this? Back arching, head flicking back, Jungkook allowed it, invited it, when Taehyung moved to the other side and latched on, sucking hard. “Fuck!”
A hand kneaded over his shorts and Jungkook, stuck in the sensations, didn’t say anything, because he wanted more, he needed it. When quick hands pulled the front of the shorts down and a mouth wrapped around his cock, everything went white, there was no room for doubts, no hesitation, no talking himself out of it. This was heaven, pure and simple.
“Jeezus...” His hand pushed into the dark waves and he gripped, instinctively. Taehyung groaned, the deep sound pulsed on Jungkook’s cock so he pulled harder, guiding the head. The wet, desperate moan that rose from somewhere within Taehyung was something new, something... addictive.
Spit smeared all over the shaft when Taehyung worked with enthusiasm, head bobbing over the cock like it was his life’s mission to give pleasure. Eyes rolling, Jungkook took it, tight fingers in the soft hair. But when the eyes were revealed at a shift in positioning, he nearly came on the spot at the sight of the blown pupils, the wanton look on that face. Taehyung looked intoxicated. Red, spit-licked lips, hooded eyes, wet fingers, pink tongue flicking over the swollen head of the cock while the hand moved, fisting firmly.
Barely aware of it, Jungkook could see Taehyung pushing his own shorts down, reaching behind himself, arm moving. “Fuck I’m so wet, why...?” The words melted against the wet girth and all Jungkook could do was groan, mind full of thoughts of another, tighter, wet hole wrapping around him.
As if reading his thoughts, Taehyung climbed up and straddled the hips wearing only his open shirt. Without an ounce of hesitation, he sat down on the waiting cock, sheathing it tightly, wrapping around it like a glove. “Fuck!” Taehyung shouted, head flicking back.
Desperate in his pleasure, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung by the collar and pulled him close. “What are you d-doing...” he gasped, even as he realised it was too late to ask that. He was in it just as much as Taehyung was, he wanted it just as much. Giving into his desire, he yanked the shirt off and suddenly, Taehyung was on top of him in all his glory, red chest, hard cock and all. He was perfect.
Jungkook watched in awe as Taehyung ground down, jaw slack, hips working hard, eyes rolling. He moved fast, in desperate jabs, so hard that his cock bobbed against the stomach, begging to be touched. Too curious not to, Jungkook reached for the thick shaft and wrapped his fingers around it, with it he released a series of moans that accompanied every thrust. “Fuck yes, don’t stop...” Deranged in his rapture, Taehyung panted, leaning on Jungkook’s chest. “Ohmygod... I’m going to... mhng!”
Before pleasure stole Taehyung, Jungkook pulled him down and claimed the bruised mouth like it belonged to him and him only. He couldn’t understand the possessiveness he suddenly felt over Taehyung, over his orgasms, over his everything. His fingers pushed into the hair again and he held firmly, he kissed so hard he could feel the beautifully sun-kissed body relax into him, give into him.
Growing in confidence, he jabbed his hips up, keeping the pace going until Taehyung was whining, all soft and tense at the same time, jolting in his hands. Finally, Jungkook could feel his own control slipping, the coil inside him starting to come unwound, himself coming undone under the most beautiful man he had ever seen.
Taehyung gasped into his ear and shook, releasing his nectar all over them both. It was enough for Jungkook to let go, give into the pleasure that had been teasing him from the very first moment Taehyung had kissed him.
With gentle hands, Jungkook helped Taehyung down onto the bed of green. For a moment, they just lay there, amongst the flowers, and breathed in the sunshine, the incessant pleasure pulsing through their veins. Jungkook breathed, as if for the first time.
Disbelief swirled inside him, dancing with surprise and pleasure, there were no words for what Jungkook was feeling right now. He wanted to stay in this feeling forever and hold on to it, to hold on to Taehyung, even when he knew it wasn’t possible.
Doubts crawled into his mind, shadowing the new-found pleasure. What did all this mean?
Jungkook had no answer to his silent question by the time they started pulling their clothes on. Taehyung didn’t say anything, but he was smiling, satiated, and Jungkook couldn’t pull his gaze away from the sight. Suddenly, he was aware of Taehyung’s every move, his every breath.
There was a comfortable silence between them as they enjoyed the greenery on their easy walk down the hill. The car ride was as quiet. Jungkook’s mind was full of questions he didn’t dare to ask.
In the bleak light of the morning, Jungkook wondered if the moment they had shared in the golden glow of the meadow had just been some fever dream, a figment of his imagination. He couldn’t stop thinking about how easily they fell into touching, kissing, how strangely free he had felt with Taehyung, how much he’d wanted it. Their time at the meadow had been so perfect, it really felt like a dream. Taehyung himself had felt like an ephemeral fantasy.
What happened between them had opened Jungkook’s eyes completely and nothing seemed the same anymore. His whole existence felt more. A deep need for answers pressed inside him. He wanted to know why and more than that, he wanted to know what it all meant.
The doubts in his mind only worsened when he finally found Taehyung having breakfast in the kitchen as if nothing had happened. “Morning.” He walked into the room projecting confidence he did not feel.
“Good morning, you sleep well?” Taehyung asked, just like he always did in the mornings they happened to cross paths. There was nothing unusual about his words, no undertones of shared memories.
“Yeah, thanks. You?”
“Uh-hm. I slept like a log after the walk yesterday.” Jungkook went stiff over the sink, holding an empty bowl. “I had a really nice time, thanks for taking me.” Taehyung chewed, pouting.
Jungkook frowned. What was going on? “Sure, it was my... pleasure.” He glanced over, waiting for some kind of reaction. Nothing. Something was wrong. “Did you like the meadow?” He braved the question, wanting to know where they stood but feeling too shy to broach the subject directly.
“Oh, it was definitely, by far, the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen, I must remember to thank Jimin for the suggestion. I’d love to go and see it again some time.” No mention of the sex. Did this mean that Taehyung just wanted to pretend that it had never happened? Something sad curled inside Jungkook.
“Sure, that would be great.” Jungkook hesitated but he had to know. “Do you remember what happened?”
“What do you mean? We walked up, stopped at the meadow for a drink and then came home? Is everything okay?” Oh. Was Jungkook losing it or did Taehyung not remember? A strange guilt hovered somewhere inside Jungkook. Had he done something wrong, did Taehyung regret what happened enough to deny it altogether?
In reality, Taehyung was trying his hardest to pretend the whole episode at the meadow never happened. Even as he realised the utter silliness of his behaviour, he pretended not to remember because he still had no explanation for it. How could he have lost it in such a colossal way, as if all his inhibitions had just gone out of the window? All these years he had managed to keep his feelings a secret for the sake of their friendship, only to have one careless moment ruin all his efforts.
He wasn’t ready to admit his faux pas, let alone his feelings. Taehyung was mortified. He couldn’t believe how utterly shameless he had been, how incredibly wanton. How he had pushed himself on Jungkook like some desperate thing. It was embarrassing. How could he possibly admit to that?
It was bad enough that he was totally weak for Jungkook. Utterly, completely gone for him – sleeping with him had made it all the worse. Now, Taehyung felt drunk on him, intoxicated by Jungkook’s very being. But he knew that Jungkook couldn’t possibly feel the same. He wouldn’t understand.
Things went back to normal. Well, almost. They did the same things, had the same routines and still spent time together on occasion... but Taehyung was slowly beginning to understand that something had changed since the meadow. He was suddenly more aware of how Jungkook’s dark eyes seemed to follow him, stray to him, notice him. For the first time, the attention that he had always wanted was finally on him... and he didn’t know what to do with it.
“Hey, fancy watching a film tonight?” Jungkook glanced over from where he was doing the dishes. At the sight of the expectant stare, every single sensible thought in Taehyung’s head puffed out, his shopping list all but forgotten.
“Sure, why not?” It seemed risky but thinking about it, it was prudent to keep up the pretence of normality. “I’ll make the popcorn if you choose the film. Nothing too gory please.”
“I know, I know.” Jungkook smiled and leaned closer, tickling under Taehyung’s chin with a soapy finger. Everything stopped, breathing, existing.
With shaking hands, Taehyung placed the bag of kernels into the microwave and set the timer. In mere minutes he would have to sit down next to Jungkook and breathe his scent in for two hours. A forbidden excitement tickled somewhere low in his belly. Even as the shame over his lie burnt on his cheeks, he poured the popcorn into a bowl and headed for the couch.
Jungkook had sprawled over the small space, his arms spread out on the back of the sofa. Taehyung tried not to blush when he sat down primly on the edge of the seat cushion to avoid the arm.
“Can I have some?” Jungkook asked, reaching over for the bowl.
“S-sure.” Taehyung forced himself to sit back, too close to Jungkook, too damned close to his heat, his enticing scent.
For two hours or so, Taehyung stared at the screen not seeing a single thing, all he was aware of was Jungkook and his warm thigh right next to him, the sliver of his warm skin against his own where the shorts had ridden up. It took everything in him to keep arousal at bay, every thought of their excursion tightly packed away in the recesses of his mind.
Afterwards, he made his excuses and practically ran back into his room. The pressure inside him needed relieving... So, in the privacy of his own space, Taehyung re-lived every single one of his treasured memories as he pleasured himself in silence, hiding from Jungkook and his own, desperate desires.
Since the unexpected aligning of their schedules, it had become a mission to keep avoiding Jungkook. Now, they ended up spending almost every morning and dinner together, the evening meal often culminating into an offer to watch a film or to play a game on the console. Taehyung could never say no to Jungkook, even though he knew he should.
Every evening spent together left Taehyung frazzled with want, wondering how long he could keep up the charade. It was made all the worse by the small touches, the smiles, the teasing and flirting – it was all new and Taehyung could barely stand it.
He didn’t know what to do with himself. It had been hard enough to deal with being in love with his friend when there was no basis for it and now, he was actually getting what he’d been craving for all this time... He was going crazy.
Taehyung was cooking dinner just as Jungkook arrived after his shift at work. “Hey, how are you?” He put on a bright voice, trying to deal with the instant flutter of butterflies in his stomach at the sight of the tight, white t-shirt that was revealed from under the leather jacket.
Desire crawled closer to his skin when Jungkook approached. “Yeah, I’m good. That smells delicious.” He leaned over from behind and breathed in the smell of the food, their bodies flush. Taehyung gasped, unable to stop the instant reaction of his body. Blood suddenly coursed through him so fast that it was hissing in his ears. When a hand cupped his waist, he dropped the spatula in his hand.
No thoughts, just Jungkook.
It felt like the man was everywhere, teasing at his every sense.
After dinner, when Taehyung came out of the shower wearing only his towel, Jungkook stopped him on the corridor, bracing him against the wall with arms leaning on either side of his shoulders. Between the cool surface against his back and the promise of heat in front of him, Taehyung couldn’t breathe.
Only inches away, Jungkook spoke, “I forgot to say... Fancy taking the nature trail again this weekend?”
“S-sure.” Anything to get Jungkook to step back, anything before the temptation to throw himself at the man took over.
Jungkook smiled and walked away, leaving Taehyung standing by the wall, knees weak.
Taehyung didn’t know the teasing was all deliberate on Jungkook’s part.
Memories of the meadow whispered at him until he could no longer stand the silence between them. He was so curious to find out the real reason behind Taehyung’s supposed memory loss that he’d decided to get closer to his friend. The need to know the answers to all his questions was what drove Jungkook to push Taehyung’s buttons. That’s all, there was nothing more to it, he told himself.
All he needed was for Taehyung to admit the truth of what had happened.
Disappointment filled Jungkook when his strategy didn’t work. Taehyung was obstinately sticking to their old routines and their old relationship, even though everything in Jungkook’s mind had changed after their experience. He was beyond frustrated.
The only thing left to do was to go back to the meadow. If Taehyung genuinely didn’t remember, perhaps the familiar surroundings would help jolt his memories back into being. If it wasn’t a lapse in memory, his reaction to the place would reveal his true feelings, Jungkook was sure.
Mistake or not, he had to know.
He’d seen the glances, the yearning – now that he’d seen it, knew what it meant, there was no hiding the need that burnt in Taehyung’s eyes. With that in mind, Jungkook chose his clothing for their second excursion up the hills with great care, aiming for maximum impact. It was a hot day so he got away with choosing his skimpiest pair of running shorts with the tightest white vest he could find.
He watched as Taehyung walked in front this time, clear hesitation pacing his steps. Jungkook smiled. This is going to work.
Taehyung had opted for a loose, white t-shirt but even that couldn’t hide the way the soft, full ass moved under it. The red shorts underneath the white left the caramel legs on show, they were so long and shapely, Jungkook couldn’t pull his gaze away. He still remembered what they had felt like, wrapped around his body.
As much as he’d like to deny it, Jungkook was lying to himself. Since their time at the meadow, the way he saw Taehyung had definitely changed. His friend now seemed to occupy his mind most of the time. Whether it was his laugh, his quirky sense of humour or his distracting body, it didn’t matter – Jungkook had feelings and wants and the object of them was always Taehyung, there was no denying it.
The memories would not leave him alone, his every waking moment seemed to be coloured with the rich moans, the way Taehyung had sunk into his pleasure, the way he had given himself... god. Jungkook was going mad with it.
He hoped, more than anything, that the meadow would entice Taehyung into confessing that he actually remembered – Jungkook ached at the thought that maybe they would even try again.
“Here we are...” he said, unnecessarily. Swallowing the nervousness down, he pushed through the young trees and again, they emerged into the bright haze of the meadow.
“It really is so... Beautiful.” Taehyung sighed, a dreamy look on his face. Jungkook couldn’t stop staring.
Taehyung could feel the weight of the stare. He could feel the sensual weight of the memories, too, as soon as the syrupy scent of the flowers filled his senses. It brought him here, precisely, he remembered every sigh, every thrust, every mad moment of his depravity. How could he have seduced his friend like that? Because you are in love with him, the little voice in his mind whispered.
They walked further in, following the ghost of the trail they’d left behind the week before through the strange golden glow in the air. When Taehyung saw the circle in the very middle of the large field, his heart beat out of his chest.
The sun was hot on their backs, the crickets chirped somewhere close by, there was a timelessness in the moment that Taehyung couldn’t quite define. He sat down when Jungkook settled on the ground and lifted his tight vest to cool down, showing a tasty sliver of his abs. Taehyung gulped. The soft sheen on the muscles made his mouth water. His need to taste Jungkook had in no way diminished in the week that he’d been without their closeness, quite the opposite. He was desperate for Jungkook, so desperate it was a painful ache inside him.
A pulse of warmth through the skin.
“Water?” Jungkook offered, exactly like he’d done the last time they were here. And just like last time, Taehyung accepted it wordlessly and quenched his thirst – it did nothing to quell the real hunger inside him. Everything seemed to tingle along his body as he gazed at the golden haze over the flowers, it seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. He breathed in the scent, dwelling in it.
The silence between them was different. There was something impending in the air, an intention, a question that Taehyung dared not answer. His mind churned with thoughts of naked bodies in throes of passion, desire curled inside him, anticipating, expecting more. His fingers pulled at the collar of his T-shirt as heat seemed to glow on his skin.
“I think you remember but refuse to admit it,” Jungkook suddenly said quietly, packing away his bottle. Everything stuttered into stillness inside Taehyung, he didn’t know what to say. Intense embarrassment burnt on his cheeks, over his behaviour, over his stupid lie. He turned away. “Hey... don’t deny it.” With a quick shift in position, Jungkook’s firm fingers pinched at Taehyung’s chin and turned him back. Taehyung’s stomach somersaulted.
“I- I don’t know what you mean...” he tried, uselessly. The closeness was enough to have his body softening, his mind going hazy with want.
The fingers at his chin spread over his throat, slid over to his nape and Taehyung blinked, trying to hold on to the last dregs of his sanity. He dared himself to look at Jungkook, dared himself to admit he was only pretending, dared himself to admit his feelings. His silence seemed to speak more than any of his words ever could.
Jungkook looked flushed, almost fevered, his lips and chest red, his eyes glossy. Before Taehyung could react, there was a mouth on his, firm and demanding. There was a faint taste of mint, the familiar scent of Jungkook and Taehyung sank into him, he melted into the kiss, his determination to stay strong lifting away like a cloud on a sunny day.
There were no objections left in him when Jungkook pushed him back against the ground and climbed on top. His T-shirt was pulled up and a damp mouth started kissing his stomach, his chest, with urgency that seemed to imply Jungkook’s need. “I can’t stop thinking about you, what happened...” Jungkook muttered against the heat of the skin.
Hands pushed the straps of Taehyung’s backpack down until they trapped his arms. Jungkook’s familiar determination was tinted with something more as he pushed up and claimed Taehyung’s mouth again, this time deeply, with fingers weaving into the hair. Helpless, physically and in his desire, Taehyung took it, mind and body red with want as he arched in the hold.
“Off!” Jungkook yanked at the hem of the T-shirt. Taehyung sat up and removed the backpack and top. He never let go of the dark gaze, so dark it seemed almost black.
The second his torso was naked, Jungkook pushed him face down into the flowers. A hand weaved into his hair, wielding until Taehyung revealed his nape, surrendering into the firm claim that had his heart thundering. How he had always dreamt of this moment, of Jungkook taking charge, doing with him as he willed.
“Ah!” He gasped as a slick tongue laved up his spine all the way to the curls at the back of his neck. It felt like a primitive possession, staking a claim. Taehyung trembled in the touch, basking in his endless want.
“Don’t move.” Jungkook whispered into his ear, kissing his way back down the curve of Taehyung’s spine. Every single kiss sent shivers down his limbs, fresh as spring rain, and he couldn’t help it, he moaned, welcoming the feelings that filled him to the brim. It was something he had only ever felt here, with Jungkook.
Hard hands lifted his hips and pulled the shorts and underwear down. Embarrassment flooded Taehyung when he realised the vulnerability, the offering in Jungkook’s face. He went to yank the shorts back up but a grasp on his wrist stopped him. “Don’t hide from me, Taehyung.” Jungkook hissed, his voice deep and rough.
There was definitely something strange about the meadow and what it seemed to be doing to both of them. Taehyung felt warm all over, cheeks burning, his body softening into the kisses running down his spine. Jungkook’s teeth grazed over the curve of his ass cheek and all Taehyung could do was whine as the familiar, strange dampness wetted his hole. This time, he didn’t question it, it merely served to turn him on even more.
“You smell so sweet...” Jungkook mumbled behind him, flicking his tongue over the wetness as long fingers grabbed the cheeks. “Hm... Yes.” He hummed, tasting the strange sap like it was his new favourite flavour.
“Ohh!” Taehyung pushed into the lick, he wanted more, so much more and when Jungkook gave it to him, pushing his tongue through the tight ring of muscle... Taehyung would have collapsed under the weight of the pleasure had he not already had his face against the soft bed of flowers. “Yes...”
The tongue never stopped flicking over the tender dent, even when greedy fingers pushed into the wet hole, squelching. Taehyung moaned, he pushed against the fingers, legs spreading as his sweet want mixed in with the intoxicating scent floating all around them.
“Please...”
Jungkook shifted and pushed his free fingers into Taehyung’s hair. He tugged back, all the while fucking the other fingers into the tight hole. Taehyung arched in between the hands, helpless in his want as Jungkook’s knuckles brushed against his rim at every deep thrust.
“That’s right, Taehyung... Moan for me...”
As if from a distance, Jungkook watched as he lost himself in the potent depravity that was this thing between them. He couldn’t get enough of Taehyung, he was drunk on him, obsessed with every little sound dripping off the man’s lips.
He let go of the hair and dug out his own cock out of the shorts, pulling his vest up for a better view. He ran his damp fingers over his shaft until it shone and he nudged it against the pink, soft hole.
“Is this what you want?”
Taehyung got up on his elbows and looked over his shoulder, eyes pleading. “Stop teasing... Please.” The husky words were so full of want that Jungkook felt them everywhere.
Slowly, he pushed in, watching as his girth spread the flesh, accommodating him with difficulty. He admired the round ass as he gripped the hips and thrusted all the way in.
“Ah! Fuck!” Taehyung moaned, head hanging between his shoulders. “That’s it... S’good...” Want was so obvious in the way Taehyung pushed back against every move.
The golden sheen of the meadow seemed to cover the whole of their bodies by the time all the clothes came off. Jungkook watched as Taehyung rolled onto his back in the green softness and spread his legs, inviting him with his very being. As if he could resist.
It felt different this way around, more intimate. Jungkook stayed up on his arms, just so that he could see Taehyung, deep in his pleasure, eyes hazy with lust, mouth open, lips wet and red. What a view. With every move of his hips, he felt himself fall deeper into the pleasure, into Taehyung, into this magic that seemed to brew between them.
“I want to kiss you...” Taehyung pleaded, tugging Jungkook down, closer.
They never stopped moving, not even as their tongues intertwined, not even when Taehyung gasped in pleasure into their kiss, shuddering in his climax. Still, Jungkook pushed and pushed until he, too, followed in Taehyung’s footsteps. The pleasure eclipsed everything.
Gasping and spent, they embraced for a long time, holding each other close, as if afraid of the reality that would meet them upon their departure from the beautiful meadow.
Too soon they got dressed and left the magic of the place behind as they headed down the hill and towards home.
Despite their second time at the meadow, the frustrating normalcy continued. Neither of them mentioned their trip or what had happened. Taehyung found himself in a complete knot over it, thinking about it and Jungkook every minute of every day. “How was work?” Keeping his eyes on the vegetables he was cutting, he gritted his teeth, wanting to scream his feelings out loud. Why not say it, why not get it all out there in the open?
His heart skipped a beat when he looked up and found the dark eyes on him, interested.
“The usual...” Jungkook stepped closer and Taehyung found himself blushing shyly.
Jungkook snatched a piece of carrot and bit into it with a loud crunch. There was something in his eyes that Taehyung couldn’t quite decipher. Was he teasing? “Film after dinner?”
Taehyung gulped as Jungkook leaned closer. Want shivered up his spine when a hand caressed at his lower back, light as a feather. “Sure...” he agreed, wanting nothing more than to kiss Jungkook silly.
Going through the motions, Taehyung finished cooking and ate without remembering a single mouthful. Like in a dream, he watched as Jungkook chose a film and sat down, patting the couch next to him in invitation. Taehyung melted into the fabric as a hand came down to stroke at his thigh.
“Everything alright? You seem a bit quiet.” Alert eyes, shiny and dark in the dim lighting.
“Just tired, I guess...” Taehyung said, the words he actually wanted to say dancing right at the tip of his tongue. “I- I really want to... Can we go back to the meadow?” he spat out when the feelings just got too much.
The corner of Jungkook’s mouth curved into a smile. “Sure, let’s go tomorrow.”
Taehyung didn’t object when an arm curved around his shoulders as the film started.
As they walked through the dappled shade, Taehyung was hyping himself up the whole way. Jungkook was clearly not going to say anything and the whole thing was just getting ridiculous, something had to give.
Right at the last minute, before they pushed through the shrubbery, Taehyung stopped and shoved Jungkook against a tall tree. “We have to talk.”
Jungkook smirked. “Talk away...” Anger flared inside Taehyung, Jungkook was playing him!
“You’re ignoring it, pretending not to remember. Admit it.”
“Is that not what you did after the first time? Pretended not to remember? Admit it and I will.”
It was all too much, Taehyung couldn’t bear it any longer. He pressed his mouth against Jungkook’s lips and kissed him with all his might. He kissed with every feeling he had ever possessed, every inch of longing, every daydream.
And Jungkook kissed him back.
As their tongues danced, Taehyung sighed into the kiss, yanking at Jungkook’s collar, trying to get him even closer, pushing deeper. Fingers weaving into the dark curls at Jungkook’s nape, Taehyung tugged back.
“Admit it.” He hissed, breathless with want.
A finger traced over his bottom lip, Jungkook’s eyes following the action over the wet lip. “I’ll admit it, if you’ll admit you have feelings for me.”
“That’s blackmail.”
“I know...” Jungkook grinned. A gentle hand pulled Taehyung closer by the throat. “Say it...” His voice gentled into a pleading whisper so soft it was surprising. There was longing in it.
“I-I’m in love with you... Have been, for a very long time.” There it was, Taehyung finally said it. Jungkook gasped, eyes wide, like he really couldn’t believe it.
“Why wait until now?”
“I was never going to tell you... I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but at the meadow, something happened, I just couldn’t stop myself.”
“I know, I felt the same. I didn’t know what to do with myself, everything was so new, so different. I couldn’t stop thinking about you afterwards... It was like every moment of my day was filled with the scent of you...” Jungkook leaned closer and claimed the mouth already waiting. Hands explored freely, liberated by the shared confessions.
Taehyung pulled back. “I want to go home...” Words full of promises.
They were already kissing as soon as the door closed behind them, they kicked their shoes off, reaching for each other.
Relief flooded Taehyung’s every pore as he reached around Jungkook’s shoulders and kissed him like he’d wanted to kiss him for days. It only took a moment, but as soon as Jungkook’s arms wrapped around his waist, the kiss deepened and a moan got stuck at the back of his throat. It felt so good to be held by Jungkook.
As hands grabbed his ass, Taehyung pulled back. “Catch me.” He jumped up and Jungkook caught him under the thighs. In wordless agreement, he headed towards his bedroom and set Taehyung on his feet by the bed.
“Are you sure?” A soft touch on the cheek. “Are you sure you want to be mine because once you are, there’s no going back...” The possessive words licked down Taehyung’s spine.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life... kiss me, Jungkook, hold me.”
Clothes were pulled off until they stood naked in front of each other, without shame. Taehyung reached for Jungkook’s hand and pulled him down onto the bed, next to him. For a moment, they lay side by side and stared into each other’s eyes, drinking each other in. Then, Taehyung felt a soft touch start at his hip. It travelled upwards, down the dip of the waist, along the rib cage until it reached a collarbone where a finger traced the bone.
“You’re so beautiful...” Jungkook whispered.
Unable to resist, Taehyung’s hand fell on the warm chest inviting him. “So are you...” The steady heart beat under his hand pulled him closer until he was blind to everything else but the man he had loved for a long time. He got up on an elbow and kissed Jungkook, leisurely, tasting those lips like it was the first time all over again. He kissed down the column of the throat, down the tattooed arm all the way to the tips of the fingers. “I love touching you...” He ran his fingers down the ripples of the ribs, the mounds of the abs, avoiding the hardness inviting him. He pushed under the hot body and squeezed the tight ass.
He wanted to delay, he wanted to go slow, savour every moment.
“Are you teasing me?” A soft chuckle.
“Maybe a little...” Taehyung grinned, tweaking at a nipple. “As long as you’ll let me...” It was an invitation if there ever was one.
He was pleased when Jungkook read him loud and clear. A thumb slid over his lower lip, pushed in to play with the tip of the tongue. “Come over here and turn around,” Jungkook instructed like it was his right to be in charge. Want rippled through Taehyung at the words.
Firm hands guided him as he shifted closer, he settled over the face, facing the feet. There was no hiding the gasp as Jungkook reached for the dangling cock. Leaning over, everything seemed to loosen inside Taehyung when the damp heat invited him in and he pushed, gently sliding into the waiting mouth. “Ahgod...!”
Taehyung reached for the bobbing cock on Jungkook’s stomach and brought it to his lips. He licked at it. A broken hum resonated over his own cock as he carried on teasing, licking and sucking as Jungkook pleasured him, at the same time. Together, they moved and squirmed, stuck inside each other in the sweetest embrace.
The want that filled Jungkook seemed too much to contain. He wetted is fingers and played over the hole, pushing inside as his tongue teased over the sensitive flesh in between Taehyung’s legs. The strange dampness that had been present at the meadow was no longer there so he reached for the lube in his bed side drawer.
It was hard to concentrate for all the pleasure at his cock but Jungkook worked hard to do his part in getting Taehyung ready. He pressed fingers into the hole, enjoying the tightness, the moaning against his cock. He teased, he twisted and jabbed, he went fast, he went slow, all the while listening to Taehyung and those sweet sounds dripping off his lips.
When the telling crescendo threatened, he stopped and pushed Taehyung further down until he was straddled over his hips, still facing away. No encouragement was required, without hesitation Taehyung sat on the cock, sighing.
The view was something else, seeing the back arching, the ass squishing against the hips, the thick cock sinking into the tight hole. Jungkook’s eyes rolled at the overwhelming pleasure that took over his body at the mere sight.
Then the glorious body started moving, honey skin rippling like the Sahara desert in its beauty, as Taehyung moved his hips, rising and falling. With every press down, a sweet moany gasp filled the room and the slow rhythm enticed Jungkook to go harder, move faster. He resisted, stewing in his pleasure as he forced himself to go slow, to enjoy the ride.
As if hearing the plea of Jungkook’s body, Taehyung leaned back onto his arms and lifted his hips into a faster pace. Jungkook reached to support the movement and soon Taehyung was bouncing on the cock, moaning loudly, legs wide open.
Jungkook could only imagine the look on that beautiful face, he ached to see it.
The warmth of Taehyung felt too far away, so Jungkook pulled him down until their bodies were flush and they were cheek to cheek, panting in sync as he thrusted up, sinking into Taehyung over and over. It was so intimate, so all-encompassing. Jungkook’s arm wrapped around the waist and he pulled Taehyung even harder on his cock, hand wrapping possessively over the slender throat.
Being so sweetly wrapped in Jungkook while being so utterly owned was impossibly delicious. Taehyung relaxed into the possession he could feel in every single action of Jungkook’s, it took his breath away. There was no doubting it, whatever he was, whatever he had, was all Jungkook’s and that was unlikely to ever change. “Need a kiss...” he whined as the pace slowed for a moment as Jungkook caught his breath.
“C’mon...” Jungkook helped him up.
There was something so sweetly overwhelming about being so easily handled. Taehyung allowed himself to be moved, he didn’t object when Jungkook sat up, spread his own legs and invited him to sit back down. Taehyung settled into the embrace, seated upright, legs wrapping around Jungkook. As strong arms embraced around him, he sunk into the pleasure, drifting in it – he was where he belonged. They kissed, so close and so deep in each other that the world around them faded away.
“You’re mine...” Taehyung whispered as he moved, grinding down. He enjoyed the depth of penetration, the closeness, the utter intimacy the position provided. He kissed and kissed, never stopping even when he started going faster, chasing that elusive high he could simply never get enough of – not with Jungkook.
The hand on his throat returned as Jungkook’s possessiveness showed again through his kisses. Taehyung would rather be nowhere else in the world. “And you’re mine...” the words whispered into his ear.
Together, they embraced, they moved within each other, sinking into pleasure until it was too much to bear. Their joint pleasure was exquisite, so deep, so fulfilling, Taehyung felt it in his bones.
Slowly, they came down from their high, still kissing, still embracing.
Taehyung never wanted to let go.
After that, as they went on with their lives, everything was different. The touches, the glances, the hugs, the kisses, they were all mutual and interspersed in everything they did. Even Jimin noticed when he popped over for another visit.
“So... how’s everything?” he asked in that gossipy tone of his. “Did you check out the meadow?” I’ve got your back he mouthed when Jungkook wasn’t looking.
“Yeah, we did, a couple of times.” Taehyung smiled and blushed even though Jimin couldn’t possibly know what they’d been up to. Or could he? Taehyung wondered when he tried to decipher that somehow knowing look on his friend’s face. At the same time, Jimin looked proud, like it was all his doing that they had ended up together.
“You know, there’s an old wife’s tale about that meadow...” Taehyung rolled his eyes, Jimin was always full of gossip and stories, half the time he didn’t take the man seriously, at all. But this time, it was different. “They say that only people in love see it in its full, magical glory...”
Instantly, Taehyung’s eyes found Jungkook, whose dark gaze was already there waiting for him.
“On that note, I’ll be going!” Jimin chirped, so pleased with himself. “I’ll see you guys around!”
Neither Jungkook nor Taehyung noticed him leaving, too busy staring into each other’s eyes. Like magnets, they walked to each other from the opposite ends of the room and met at the couch. Together, they perched on the edge of it, hands searching hands.
“Is it true? Or was it all just some strange kind of magic?” Taehyung asked, eyes finally flicking away in doubt. Familiar fingers pulled him back, forced to make eye contact.
“I love you, Taehyung. And I think that would have happened whether there was a magical meadow or not.” Jungkook spoke in earnest, not a shadow of doubt in his words.
Slowly, Taehyung pushed Jungkook into the couch and climbed across his lap. “I love you too...” he whispered and kissed the smile on Jungkook’s lips.
The End