Straight Until Proven Gay (kissing doesn’t count) • chapter 18 • 9.3K (Patreon)

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After he’s succeeded not looking at Jimin the whole trip to the beach, he’s now standing face to face with the tent that he’s gonna have to share with him.

It’s small. There are two 1-person air mattresses in it, but honestly there’s almost no space in between so it could very well be just one bed.

He’s gonna have to share this confined space with Jimin. Every night. For 7 days.

Fuck, this is a recipe for disaster.

“You wanna switch tents?”

He startles upon hearing Jimin’s voice, turns around.

Jimin’s got his sunglasses pushed up, blonde hair out of his face, roots back to black, sharp features on display.

And just a little lower, Jeongguk finds his neck, the hickeys he made, purple and prominent.

Shit. They’re so obvious, everyone is gonna see them.

He pretends there isn’t a spec of pride among the shame he feels for doing that.

“What?”

“Switch tents. I can sleep in Yonghoon’s tent, then Hoseok can go with you.”

It should be an easy yes. Because with Hoseok there are no complications, they’ve been friends forever and it would be way more comfortable to share a tent with him.

However, the thought of Jimin and Yonghoon in one tent.. he looks back at the air mattresses, how close they’re pushed together.

“I’m good.”

He quickly steps into the tent.

Not only is it small, but with 30 degrees outside, it’s hot in there as well. There’s not much space anywhere, so he just sits down on the bed, starts unpacking his bag.

“You sure? I know you get a little nervous around me.”

Jimin asks, though he walks in regardless.

Jeongguk looks over his shoulder, ready to argue, but Jimin just has that signature smirk pulling on his lips; like he enjoys starting things.

So he just huffs, turns back to continue unpacking.

“I don’t.”

He mumbles anyway, cause he can’t help but indulge. Even the smallest back and forth, it’s impossible not to react. Maybe he just can’t handle Jimin having the last word.

“No? You know I sleep naked right?”

Jeongguk stops in his tracks, hand clutching around his shampoo. He sees it in his mind; those long, enticing legs, those soft peachy ass cheeks..

He clears his throat.

“Whatever, we’re both guys.”

“Mmh, that’s true.” Jimin muses. “I’m gay though, remember?”

“I remember.”

He feels his cheeks burn up, because a few months ago he would have felt scared hearing that, but now he just feels..

god, he feels excited.

As much as he doesn’t want to feel it, he has to deal with how it spreads through his veins.

has to deal with that voice in his head that keeps asking: what’s gonna happen tonight?

“And the beds are very close, don’t you think?”

Jimin taunts.

It’s like he just really wants a reaction out of him, so he looks over his shoulder, sliver of courage taking over.

“Afraid you can’t resist me?”

Jimin seems impressed, if the quirk of his brow is anything to go by, and then he laughs softly.

“That’s rich from the guy who left a necklace of hickeys around my neck.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk quickly turns his head back, bites the inside of his cheek, courage slipping through his fingers. Not that he could ever win an argument from Jimin anyway.

He hears Jimin move on the air mattress behind him, doesn’t think much of it until he senses he’s directly behind him.

His body stiffens, heartbeat slowly picks up, doesn’t dare to look over his shoulder.

“If you’re cold tonight, you can always come to my side of the bed.”

Jimin whispers, breath fanning against the nape of his neck.

Goosebumps appear all over his arms and back, a shudder runs down his spine.

“Guys.” Hoseok calls from outside. “Practice time!”

———————

If he thought sharing a tent was the worst of his problems, he completely underestimated beach volleyball.

It’s sunny, everyone is wearing their shorts or swimming trunks, and absolutely nothing else. Matter of fact, he’s the only one wearing a shirt, only realises once he’s on the sideline.

When Jimin walks into his line of sight it’s like he’s watching some sort of commercial, it plays in slow-motion; the way he walks up to the field, volleyball under his arm.

He’s lean, but well-trained, the sun casting a shadow of the outlines of his muscles. Silver buds in one of those dark nipples. Those black swimming trunks compliment his sun-kissed skin, and even from a distance Jeongguk can tell Jimin shaved his legs.

who allowed this? Aren’t there regulations on shaved legs on beaches?

He bites on his lower lip, travels his eyes up and down a few more times, tries to convince himself that he can absolutely handle it and doesn’t need to switch tents tonight.

“Like the view?”

He looks up, finds Jimin right in front of him.

Shit, he didn’t even notice.

He clears his throat, just looks behind Jimin and gestures at something in the distance.

“Yeah, the sea, it’s nice.”

great, good cover.

Jimin snorts.

“Sure, the sea, somehow visible on my legs.”

Jeongguk burns up, wants to deflect but Jimin already walks onto the field, gives him a small knowing smirk.

it makes him tingle.

———————

He waits out the first round on the sideline, sits down in the sand and watches the game.

The first few minutes he succeeds in just objectively looking at the game, but after that he finds his gaze magnetically pulling to just one person.

Something about the way Jimin’s cheeks turn a little red and his hair gets a little sweaty at the ends when he plays..

Or maybe that smirk when they score, or the intensity of his eyes when he focuses..

He’s always had a thing for it; seeing Jimin play with such passion. It gets him hyped, makes him want to play against him, just to see Jimin push himself even harder.

Yeah, maybe that look of simmering hatred is kind of similar to that, the intensity, the challenge..

He hasn’t even been here for an hour and he’s already kind of forgotten that his whole goal was to avoid the very guy that he can’t stop looking at.

That last handjob, that remark about only wanting sex, that black folder.. on top of that he never ended up apologising either.. maybe he should have seen Hye-sung before he got here. Maybe then he would have had some sort of idea of what to do about this entire situation.

But he doesn’t. He’s got absolutely no thoughts in his head except for: fuck

When Jimin dives for a ball and his swimming trunks hug around his thick thighs: fuck.

When Jimin’s neck starts to glisten with sweat in the heat of the sun: fuck.

When Jimin walks up to him when the practice game ends: double fuck.

“Jeon, my calf hurts a bit.”

it takes him a second to register what Jimin is saying, but then he holds his breath, darts his eyes down.

Since he’s sitting on the sand he’s at perfect eye-length, can practically see the softness of his waxed, smooth, long legs.

Shit, he can’t look at them for too long. Might end up getting hard.

He looks up, clears his throat.

“Could be dehydration, drink some water.”

“I have.” Jimin takes a step closer, puts his foot right in his lap. “Need a massage.”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, while Jimin just looks at him from above, that strong presence about him that just naturally makes him want to obey.

“I know you’re good at it.” Jimin coaxes, moving his foot a little, resting it on his thigh. “Liked it a lot last time.”

“Hm.”

He wanted that to sound like a nonchalant hum but the voice crack did not help. The memory of them in the locker rooms has him burning up faster than the summer sun, and he just quickly curls his hand around Jimin’s leg.

The faster he’s done the better.

Except the moment he touches Jimin’s smooth calf he almost goes rigid.

Why did he fucking wax his legs for this trip? He’s pretty sure this is just to torture him. Jimin knows how obsessed he is with them.

Nevertheless, he’s a professional. And he’s on the beach, in public, in the presence of all their other teammates; can’t be thinking of anything like that.

He keeps his eyes fixed on the sand beneath him, takes a deep breath as he rubs his thumb over the muscle. Not only is it all smooth but Jimin really is fit, the muscle is nice and thick, feels good under his fingertips.

Not looking at Jimin always results in something worse though; it’s as if Jimin just needs attention one way or another. This time by moving his foot just a little closer to his crotch.

He grabs Jimin’s ankle as a reflex, looks up quickly, is met by that lazy grin.

“Gonna keep looking at the sand?”

“I’m focussing.”

He deflects, skips over Jimin’s body this time as he looks back down.

“Mm, I can tell.” Jimin chuckles. “You’re sweating.”

“It’s hot.”

The weather or massaging Jimin’s leg? who knows; maybe both.

He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, concentrates on the massage.

“Maybe you shouldn’t wear a shirt in 30 degrees.”

Jeongguk blinks; can somehow tell that the underlying message is that Jimin wants him to take his shirt off; there’s that lower tone, as if it’s only for him to hear.

He looks up, finds Jimin’s eyes run over his torso as if he’s trying to look through the fabric.

It’s so obvious. He can count on one hand how many times Jimin has shown interest in his body, and each time it happens it knocks the air out of his lungs.

Being so openly desired, it just does things to him.

So he grabs the back of his collar and takes his shirt off, maybe flexes just a little bit as he looks up at Jimin.

That’s the embarrassing part, no matter how bad he wants to act aloof, he’s always eagerly waiting for Jimin’s reaction. With girls he usually doesn’t even have to try; they’re all over him anyway. But with Jimin there is this need to get noticed.

And even worse than that is this. When Jimin’s eyes run over his bare chest, and his sharp eyebrow quirks once in interest, there’s a heat that spreads through his body immediately, like wildfire.

When Jimin finally finds his eyes after ogling him up and down a million times, he just tilts his head.

“Need sunscreen?”

“Mm..” He shakes his head. “I don’t burn easily.”

“Can’t hurt though.”

Jimin insists, but Jeongguk shakes his head again.

“I don’t like how sticky it is.”

“Ah..”

Jimin nods slowly, snorts like something’s funny, then takes his leg back.

It only hits him a few seconds after, that Jimin meant he just wanted to run his hands over his body under the pretence of rubbing on sunscreen; and he accidentally passed the opportunity.

shit.

“But, uhm.” He stands up quickly, heat rushing up to his cheeks. “But.. maybe it’s- you know- since it’s been a long time, it can’t hurt?”

Is that too eager?

Jimin seems to think so, by the way he can barely hide his amusement, that glint in his eyes, smirk appearing on his lips.

“Yeah? You said you didn’t need it though.”

“No but I- I mean, better safe than sorry.”

“You just said you don’t like the stickiness.”

“No I like it sticky.”

Fuck, that came out wrong.

Jimin only looks at him, his eyes speak entire sentences. Just one little glint and Jeongguk hears it in his head: like it sticky, hm?

“Not like that.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Jimin laughs.

It’s been a while since he’s seen Jimin laugh, now that he thinks about it. A genuine laugh, like this one, where his eyes turn into little crescents, and his teeth are on full display.

It takes him back to the first time he’s ever seen it, on the court, when he complimented him.

It takes his breath away just the same.

you’re so fucking beautiful

He hears himself say it in his head, quickly averts his gaze, knot forming in his stomach.

“Hoseok, can you do Jeongguk’s back? He said he needs some sunscreen.”

Jimin’s voice pulls him back to reality, and he’s about to shake his head but Hoseok is already there, coming up behind him with the spray.

“Sure.”

As Hoseok puts the sunscreen on his back, Jimin just slowly walks away; keeps eye contact for a while, and though he tries to hide it Jeongguk can still spot that smirk on his lips.

———————

It’s after practice that everyone decides to go for a swim.

And for a solid few minutes he’s genuinely at peace; golden hour, the scent of the salty ocean, the cold water cooling him down. Until Hoseok comes up to him, nudging his shoulder.

“Can we talk?”

“Mm? Yeah sure.”

They swim a little further away from the group, watch out over the sea surface.

“Feels like we haven’t talked in a long while.”

“Mmh.” Jeongguk nods. “We haven’t.”

“Yeah..” Hoseok seems a little hesitant, looks at the water. “I think ever since I got together with Tae I feel like I kind of, you know..”

“No I get it. Guess it’s kind of a given when you get in a relationship..”

“Still, I think last time we talked I was thinking more about Taehyung, and less about you and Jimin.”

Jeongguk freezes up at that.

“Well, it’s not like- we’re not together or anything, so..”

“No I know.” Hoseok looks back at their team, presumably at Jimin. “But I can tell you like him.”

The directness makes his heartbeat pick up.

“It’s not like that, honestly, there’s nothing between us so-“

“Really? So I imagined that whole leg massage just now?”

Fuck. He really should be more cautious of his surroundings.

“I’ve massaged your leg plenty of times.”

“Yeah, without sporting a semi.”

Hoseok grins.

He feels heat rush up to his cheeks.

“I wasn’t sporting a semi.”

“You sure?”

Actually, no, he’s not sure. Which just makes it worse, because Hoseok laughs at him, then shakes his head.

“Whatever. I’m just trying to say sorry you know? I felt like I had to protect Tae, but I could have been there for you a bit more at the same time.”

Hoseok says then, nudging his shoulder again.

Jeongguk looks down at the water, kind of wants to say that there’s nothing that Hoseok had to be there for him for, but at the same time he knows.

He knows what Hoseok is implying, similar to what Taehyung is implying, to what Hye-sung is implying.

“It’s fine.” He says, playing with the water. “You’re too confrontational anyway.”

Hoseok chuckles.

“I can’t help it, I have eyes, you know.”

“So?”

“So, I can’t pretend I don’t see the way you look at Jimin.”

Jeongguk burns up. This is what he means in the first place; can’t ever have a normal conversation without getting called out.

“Anyway. Hope you like the tent arrangements I made.”

Hoseok says, then slowly swims backwards towards their team, menacing smile on his face.

It takes him a few seconds before his jaw drops.

“That was you?!”

He swims after him, but Hoseok laughs and starts getting away quicker.

“I’m team captain!”

Why is he so fast? Jeongguk can barely keep up, the distance between them is getting bigger.

“I swear to god I’m gonna kill you!”

He sees Hoseok frantically swimming away like some sort of eel, laughing as he finally gets to shallow, running off to the beach. Jeongguk only about midway, water reaching his waist, so he just gives up.

“What are you killing him for?”

He stops in his tracks; just the sound of that light voice has an effect on him.

When he turns around he’s glad he’s got his bottom lip tucked, otherwise he’d have gasped.

The backlight of the sun accentuates Jimin’s silhouette, a golden lining around his face; his bleach blonde hair all wet, pushed back, water droplets running down his features, already kissed by the sun, his nose and cheeks red.

God.

He’s sleeping next to him tonight.

The thought sends tingles through his body, in every direction, jumping around wildly with no way to go. He’s so fucking nervous, and though he hates to admit it, he keeps wishing for time to go faster so that night falls already.

“Uh, nothing. Just..”

He makes a gesture, which really doesn’t mean anything. Jimin eyes his hands, small smile appearing on his lips, then he looks back up.

“Were you talking about me?”

Somehow he always knows.

“Not everything is about you.”

He deflects, even though literally everything he’s talked about lately regards Jimin.

Jimin just gives a very light nod and an “oh” but that grin on his lips lets him know he doesn’t believe him.

Even just that expression is hot.

He’s been coming to the realisation many times lately that Jimin is, in fact, incredibly hot. Even though he’s known it since forever, probably thought it many times before, it’s like this day specifically is slapping him in the face with it.

Might also be the setting, Jimin; shirtless, tan, and wet in front of him is not helping. Neither is that nipple piercing that’s just begging him to look in his peripheral.

The silence starts to gnaw at him, so he quickly clears his throat.

“Are you- uh.. enjoying the trip?”

It seems Jimin hadn’t expected the question because he blinks, then chuckles softly.

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah.”

Good.

That went well.

He’s not sure if he’s ever had a conversation with Jimin that didn’t involve at least one insult, and actually, now that they’re standing face to face he’s not sure how to have a normal conversation at all.

It’s like everything he knows just vanishes, and all he can do is stare and nod awkwardly.

“Yeah, uhm. Well, I think I’ll.. swim for a bit.”

He nods his head at the water, because swimming in itself doesn’t explain enough.

“Can I come?”

Oh.

He didn’t even think there was an option like that.

And he can’t say no, that would be weird. But he knows the relaxing swim will not at all be relaxing if Jimin joins.

Jimin has this expression on his face, like he’s enjoying this absolute wreck of a conversation.

He feels his ears burn up, just nods.

“Yeah, fine. I guess.”

Maybe saying no would have been better.

Because now he’s swimming with Jimin.

Swimming silently, next to him.

In no particular direction.

He can’t concentrate on swimming, doesn’t feel the water, doesn’t register the view of the sun going down. It’s just Jimin’s presence in his peripheral, and the constant need to find something to fill up the silence; but he can’t find anything.

So they just swim.

Fuck, he knows he’s not the best talker in general but literally anything would be better than feeling those nerves jump around in his body.

Ah, it can’t get any more ridiculous than this. Why is he so nervous to swim next to a guy that he jerked off just two days ago.

When their hands accidentally touch he startles a bit, looks at Jimin who just quirks a brow at him, corner of his mouth curling up; not even the imprint of the sun on his retina can save him from how fucking hot this guy is.

“So..”

He starts, mind completely blank.

“So.”

Jimin repeats, smile growing just a bit.

They slow down, and Jeongguk finds the ground with his feet, water coming up to his shoulders. Jimin halts next to him, waits for him to talk.

Fuck, just ask something. Anything.

Ask a fucking question.

“You uh.. waxed your legs.”

He says; it’s an accident really, Jimin is leaning back in the water, and his legs just happen to catch the light of the sun.

“Mm..” Jimin nods, that smile still on his lips. “You like it?”

“No. I uh.. I just noticed.”

Even when he tries to sound detached, Jimin notices right away, just tilts his head, eyes twinkling in the sun.

“You did, huh?”

Why did he pick this subject? He could have asked literally anything else.

He clears his throat.

“Yeah, I just- I guess I.. wondered why.”

Jimin chuckles, swims a little closer to him, and he should move away, but the proximity is addictive.

“I like the feeling of it.”

Something in Jimin’s tone shifts, it’s nice and low.

The effect it has on him is instant, heat flares up his face, nerves jump around in his gut. He looks down, wishes the water wasn’t in the way of the sight of those pretty legs.

“It’s all smooth, feels nice when I rub them together.”

“Mmh.”

He nods quickly, doesn’t want the memory to catch up to him, but the use of words has him back in the locker rooms, Jimin’s shin pressed against his cock.

that’s a good boy, hump my leg like a dog

Fuck, did he really let Jimin speak to him like that?

“And you know, since it’s summer, I like to be clean shaven everywhere.”

.. every-

oh.. everywhere.

Jeongguk licks his lower lip, tries to block the image by looking at the sun but he can picture it perfectly, everything all smooth between Jimin’s legs.. maybe even between his cheeks..

God.

Heat rushes down his body, his dick twitches in his shorts.

“Does that answer your question?”

Jimin asks, as if they were just talking about the weather.

Jeongguk nods, can’t get another word out. He looks down, glad that the water is blurring the view, because he’s sure the outline of his semi is visible through his swimming trunks.

“Good. We should get back, the campfire is starting.”

Jimin says then, nodding his head towards the beach.

Is he gonna keep doing this?

Riling him up and then leaving him high and dry?

He doesn’t think he can handle much more of this.

Jimin gives him a small smirk, starts to swim towards the beach.

He stays a little longer, needs a moment to catch his breath. Can’t go from thinking about Jimin’s rim to sitting around a campfire acting normal in under a minute.

How is he ever gonna survive this night?

His heartbeat picks up, and he rubs over his forehead, sinks deeper into the water, blows bubbles into it with his nose.

———————

His leg won’t stop shaking as they all sit around the campfire.

because the sun has set, and the night is getting closer.

every minute that passes by has him more and more on edge. Not even beer can save him. He’s only had one, but the usual pleasant buzz has turned into nerves running wild. It’s like everything just twists and turns inside of him, nothing feels right.

Not even Hoseok joking around, or the other team member’s conversations help to calm him down.

It’s as if he’s drank too much caffeine, can’t really focus, a tightness in his throat, slight tremble in his fingers as he drinks his beer.

He stares at the fire, pretends his cheeks burn from the heat of the flames.

“Woah, Jimin, someone really went to town on your neck.”

Of all conversations he could overhear, this one just has to be the one.

He perks up, watches through the flames, sees Yonghoon grab Jimin’s shoulder, examining his neck.

Their other teammates also look, and Jeongguk feels all blood drain from his face.

“I thought I saw something earlier, but this is insane, you’ve got hickeys everywhere.”

Shit, this is bad.

He tries to make himself smaller, wraps his arms around his knees, digs his feet deeper into the sand, but to no avail.

“Yeah.” Jimin locks eyes with him through the flames. “Guess he got a little possessive.”

Oh.

An electric shock runs through his body, and though he wants to look away it’s like he’s magnetically stuck in place.

“You got a boyfriend?”

Yonghoon asks.

“No.” Jimin shakes his head, finally breaks eye contact. “Just a straight guy who can’t keep his hands off.”

Jeongguk feels something twist in his gut, recognises it as guilt.

Some of their teammates chuckle.

“Straight? While doing all that?”

Yonghoon raises a brow.

Jeongguk wishes he was sitting in quicksand, would love to just suffocate and not hear this conversation; and yet at the same time he can’t look away.

The way Jimin steals another glance at him, that glint in his eyes, like a challenge.

“Yeah, this isn’t even the worst of it.”

Shit.

Jeongguk feels a rush of panic, even though he knows Jimin isn’t specifying it’s him, he can’t help but feel like an exposed nerve.

“For real?”

“Mmh.” Jimin nods, small smirk tugging on his lips as he turns to look at Yonghoon. “I’ll spare you the details.”

Some guys shake their heads, mumble something along the lines of wow, unbelievable but then the conversation shifts to something else.

Some of the tension finally leaves his body, but it comes back full force when Jimin’s eyes find his own. That dark brown, reflecting the flames of the fire, that expression on his face..

What is it? He can’t really place it, but it sends a shiver down his spine.

The rest of the night he just looks down at his feet, quietly drinking his beer, trying to ease his nerves.

Time goes by fast and slow at the same time. It’s like he counts every single minute, but somehow it’s midnight before he knows it.

When the first guy leaves to his tent, it really starts to dawn on him.

He swallows, moves his feet in the sand, watches all their teammates leave one by one, the circle getting emptier and emptier.

By the time it’s just Hoseok, Yonghoon, Jimin and him left, he’s trembling like a leaf.

“Well..” Jimin stands up, and Jeongguk feels his heart pound in his throat. “I’m off to bed too.”

Hoseok and Yonghoon say their goodnights, but Jeongguk can’t get a single word out.

He’s sitting in the same position still, hasn’t moved a single muscle.

For some reason, instead of walking to the tent, Jimin slowly walks up to him. With every single step he takes, it gets harder for him to breathe. Until Jimin stops in front of him, and he just holds his breath entirely, doesn’t even dare to look up in his eyes.

“See you in a bit.”

Jimin says softly, then runs his hand through his hair.

Goosebumps run down his spine as he feels Jimin’s fingers caress over his scalp, his fringe falling back over his forehead strand by strand, until Jimin’s hand is out of his hair, and he walks past him.

He’s paralysed, the air knocked out of him, as he stares at the flames in front of him.

Yonghoon and Hoseok also look at him with wide eyes, like they’re equally stunned by what just happened.

Fuck.

God, fuck.

That was an invitation.

Heat licks up his neck, and he gets up quickly, doesn’t even dare to say goodnight, afraid of what his voice sounds like. So he just awkwardly gestures at his tent, cheeks glowing as he takes his leave.

Every single step he takes he feels his legs wobble, and it’s not even the one beer he drank, he just can’t fucking function anymore.

His throat is completely dry, and his hand trembles as he goes to pull the zipper off the tent.

It’s a bit dark inside, and he’s glad his eyes aren’t used to it yet. He just steps in, tries to even his breathing as he closes the zipper, closing them in together in this confined space.

He knocks into some of his own stuff as he tries to sit down on his air mattress, mutters a sorry, doesn’t get a reply.

Deep breaths.

He swallows, inhales deeply, then exhales as he grabs his bag, rummages through it to find his pyjamas.

While he puts them on he’s extremely aware of the fact that Jimin isn’t wearing pyjamas. In fact, Jimin isn’t wearing anything.

The deep breaths didn’t help, he’s panting by the time he lies down on his mattress, body completely rigid as he stares at the ceiling of the tent.

He’s fully aware that Jimin is lying next to him, but he doesn’t dare to look. Can pretend he isn’t there as long as it’s this silent.

But it doesn’t stay silent, because Jimin moves around, and the air mattress makes a sound. And even though he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything, Jeongguk is completely out of breath.

As soon as his eyes get used to the light he knows he’s doomed.

Because when he checks in his peripheral, he can see that Jimin is looking right at him.

Oh god, oh fuck.

What the fuck is he supposed to do?

His entire body is trembling in anticipation, and when he dares to make eye contact he almost gasps.

Jimin doesn’t do anything, just looks at him for a while, the moonlight filtering through the tent, making his dark eyes glint just a bit.

“Goodnight.”

He whispers then, before turning on his other side, leaving Jeongguk lying there; paralysed.

For a whole minute, he just lays there, heart pounding like he’s just ran a marathon, body reeling in anticipation, and he gets nothing.

Jimin just lies there on his side, motionless.

When he dares to move his eyes lower, he can see that Jimin has draped the thin covers around his body; covering up most of it. But it does accentuate his body lines, the dip of his waist, the curve of his ass, one of his long legs slipping out from underneath, completely bare.

Jeongguk’s jaw drops slightly, a soft exhale escapes his lips as heat spreads like wildfire through his body. He’s hard within seconds, without a single touch.

He tries to swallow but his mouth and throat are dry, and all he can do is stare helplessly at Jimin’s back, waiting for something.

But nothing happens.

Jimin doesn’t turn around, doesn’t talk, doesn’t rile him up, he just lays there, breathing in and out steadily.

Jeongguk bites his lower lip, that tight feeling in his throat, feels like he could cry at this point. This whole day he’s been going completely insane, he needs something to happen.

He wants something to happen.

The realisation sends a shock of electricity through his body, and he reaches out his hand, fingers still trembling as he grabs the corner of those thin covers, and slowly pulls on them.

He’s panting softly as the covers slide off of Jimin’s body, until he’s completely exposed, wearing nothing at all. God, he’s got the most beautiful back, the line along his spine, dimples at the bottom, and fuck, his ass is just..

“Mmh..”

Fuck, he’s moaning just at the sight.

He expects some sort of comment, but Jimin doesn’t say a thing, doesn’t move either; but Jeongguk can tell he’s awake by the uneven breaths he’s taking.

He has absolutely no idea how to deal with this, all he knows is that his body is begging him to do something; cock standing straight against his stomach, desire spreading through his veins.

And he knows it’s fucked up, when he slips his hand into his underwear, he knows he shouldn’t. But he can’t hold it; wraps his hand around his cock, strokes himself slowly.

Just the slightest touch makes his dick twitch in his hand, desire spreading through his body. He bites his lower lip as he looks at Jimin’s beautiful, peachy ass cheeks, but can’t hold the soft shaky breath escaping his mouth as he secretly gets off.

“You like this angle?”

Jimin asks.

He stops in his tracks, blush creeping up his neck.

When Jimin turns towards him he quickly takes his hand out of his underwear; but the sound of his waistband slapping back against his skin gives it away.

Jimin catches it, corner of his lip curling up as he looks back into his eyes.

“By all means, don’t stop.”

He feels his heart in his throat, can’t muster an excuse, can’t move a single muscle either. Shame licks at his face, and he wishes he could just turn invisible.

The longer the silence stretches, the more it dawns on him that Jimin isn’t being sarcastic; He wants him to continue, to get off in front of him.

A thrill runs down his spine, breath hitching when Jimin moves just a little closer, that glint of challenge in his eyes.

“Come on Jeon, let me watch how you touch yourself.”

Oh- oh god.

Sweat breaks out on his skin, and as embarrassing as it is, he listens; slowly slips his hand back into his underwear under Jimin’s prying eyes, curls it around his cock.

It’s equally thrilling as it is humiliating, when he starts moving his hand up and down. The only thing that keeps him going is the way Jimin’s eyelids sink a little; insinuating that he’s into it.

So he dares to lower his eyes, finds that silver nipple piercing, those dark nipples; and god, he wants to touch them, wants to play with them; maybe even suck on them..

Just the thought has his eyes falling closed, a whiny moan spilling from his lips, cock twitching in his hand.

“Mmh.. that’s it.” Jimin rasps. “Pick up the pace for me.”

Jeongguk’s eyes snap back open, and he looks right at Jimin’s face as he fastens his strokes. He wants to do well, it’s so fucking embarrassing, but he wants Jimin’s praise as much as he wants his insults.

Jimin licks his lips, moves a little closer, until their foreheads almost touch. Some of his bleach blonde hair tickles Jeongguk’s eyebrow, and that scent intrudes his nose.

Waterlilies, orange blossoms.

“Can’t see it that well..” Jimin whispers, hooking his index and middle finger into the waistband of his boxers. “Won’t you take these off for me?”

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk nods, heat spreading through his body as he rushes to rid himself of his underwear. He almost can’t take it, the nerves, his heartbeat, the warmth, and Jimin makes it even worse when he tugs on the hem of his shirt.

“This too.”

His ears burn up, because it’s the last piece of clothing he’s got on, and to be completely naked next to Jimin, it’s fucking nervewracking.

But god, he wants it just as bad.

So he complies, takes his shirt off and tosses it to the side.

And now he’s just as bare as Jimin; lying on a wobbly air mattress in a fucking tent, a thousand degrees inside, he’s sweating from head to toe.

Every single fibre of his body is ablaze, and he’s panting with desire as he runs his eyes over Jimin’s body. Once he reaches those plump, pink lips his control is hanging by a thread.

And the moment he looks up into Jimin’s eyes, he just snaps.

He grabs Jimin by the back of his neck and crashes their lips together. Driven by sheer desire, he can barely breathe but he needs this kiss more desperately than oxygen.

Jimin seems to be on the same page, moan falling from his lips, hands fisting into his hair as he kisses back.

Jeongguk groans, soft lips between his own, he just kissed them a few days ago but it’s been way too long. Like a fucking drug that he needs to keep taking to get by. Each and every time he kisses Jimin it’s like he needs it worse than the time before.

The warmth of Jimin’s lips isn’t enough, he needs the heat inside of his mouth; licks at the seam with a hunger he can’t still.

Jimin pulls him closer by his hip with his leg so their bodies press together, opens his mouth to let their tongues meet in the middle. And that’s the heat Jeongguk craves, can’t get enough of.

His eyes roll back as he tastes Jimin on his tongue, that bittersweetness he’s come to love. No one tastes better than him, no one kisses like this. Jimin licks into his mouth with so much fervour, bites on his lower lip with a fire that keeps on burning.

Jeongguk has to break apart to catch his breath, string of saliva still attached to Jimin’s lips.

“Careful Jeon..” Jimin pants, eyes twinkling in the dark. “You might come.”

“Shut up.”

Heat rushes up to his face, and he hates seeing that grin appear on Jimin’s lips, so he just kisses him again.

It’s needy and messy, and he’s glad it isn’t just him; jimin is just as desperate, licking into his mouth, pulling on the strands of his hair. He sucks on Jimin’s lower lip, bites it gently, grazes his teeth over it.

He’s completely breathless by the time they break apart, wired on desire.

His eyes run rapidly over Jimin’s body, lingering right there, on those silver buds on either side of Jimin’s nipple.

Fuck..

He bites his lower lip, feels a little ashamed as he pulls Jimin closer by his waist, lets one hand slide up to his chest.

Why does it turn him on that much? It’s just a flat chest, shouldn’t do anything for him, but he’s burning up just looking at those dark, perked up nipples, and that pretty silver piercing in one of them.

“Go on..” Jimin whispers. “You’ve been wanting to touch it, right?”

Jeongguk looks up at him, sees how Jimin’s eyelids have sunken a little.

“Saw you looking all day.”

Ah, right.. must have been obvious.

He swallows, looks back down.

“Can I really?”

“Mmh.”

With Jimin’s consent, he slowly rubs his thumb over the two buds, tests how it feels. The metal buds tickle against his fingertip, but it’s nice; feels hot. And the way Jimin arches into his touch does something to him that he can’t describe.

He licks his lips, rubs little circles around the piercing to tease Jimin’s nipple; but stops immediately when Jimin’s breath hitches.

“Does it hurt?”

“No.” Jimin pants softly. “Feels good.”

God, he sounds sexy when he’s breathless.

Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek, feels his cock twitch when Jimin grabs his hand and forces him to continue.

He watches the silver buds glinting in the light that filters through the tent, that pretty nipple perked up between them. He plays with it slowly, increases the pressure a little.

Jimin moans breathily, lets him play with it, arches into his touch, even his hips buck up a little bit.

Jeongguk burns up at the sight, didn’t think a guy’s nipples could be so sensitive, but he’s proven wrong when Jimin looks at him through hooded eyes, face a flushed; quite literally the hottest expression he’s seen on him.

Next to his intense glare, maybe.

“That good?”

He asks softly, taking his hand off just to see Jimin chase the touch.

“See for yourself.”

Jimin touches over his abs first, and Jeongguk follows the motion. He flexes for him a bit, mouth watering as Jimin’s hand moves up slowly. With any other girl touching him, he never noticed what it felt like; never really cared. But with Jimin touching him, he’s aware of every little detail; how soft his hand feels, how warm it is, how his skin keeps burning even after Jimin’s touched it.

“God fuck..”

Jimin whispers, slowly moving his hand up to his chest, cupping his pec. He seems to like it, if the repeated squeezing is anything to go by. But then his thumb rubs over his nipple and Jeongguk jolts.

Fuck.

that’s sensitive.

It’s a sensation he’s never felt before, it tingles a little bit, but he doesn’t want it to stop. pleasure slowly spreads through his body, has him panting in no time.

Jimin draws a slow circle around his nipple, then rubs it between his index and thumb, and Jeongguk moans softly, can’t help it. He’s never been touched like this before, can’t remember any girl paying this much attention to him.

“Can I lick it?”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches.

Jimin never really asks him anything, he always just takes whatever, whenever. So why is he asking for consent now?

And why is it turning him on?

One look at Jimin’s plump, soft lips and he finds himself nodding eagerly.

“Yeah..”

Jimin’s eyes widen a little like he hadn’t thought he’d get permission, but then he eagerly leans in, darts his tongue out, and licks over his nipple.

Jeongguk gasps.

Even though it’s boiling in the tent, Jimin’s tongue feels so hot against his skin. And even in the dim moonlight he can see how pink and pretty it is.

Why is this turning him on so bad?

The slow drag of his tongue against his nipple, the string of spit, the breath fanning against his chest.

“Fuck.. can I suck on it too?”

Jeongguk moans as an answer, body burning up.

“Is that a yes, Jeon?”

“Yes.”

The second he says it, Jimin wraps his lips around his nipple and sucks on it. The sensation sends shivers down his spine, pleasure spreads through his body in a way he’s never experienced before, he feels it in his navel, travels all the way down to his cock.

“F-fuck. That’s- fuck.”

He squirms a little, wants to lean into it and back away at the same time. He’s a guy, it shouldn’t feel this good to have his nipple played with, yet it makes him moan and pant like nothing else.

“It- it feels weird.”

He says, making Jimin pop his lips off.

“Tell me to stop, then.”

Jimin holds eye contact as he leans back in, sucks his nipple back into his mouth, and Jeongguk ascends.

Fuck, it’s getting bad, he’s so turned on he can barely think.

Jimin moans softly, going from one to the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth without any warning, drawing little circles around it with his tongue.

Jeongguk feels his entire body tremble, so wired on pleasure even though they’ve barely done anything. But he needs even more. Doesn’t dare to ask for it, but he..

God..

When Jimin pops his lips off, he whimpers at the loss of heat, but then his arm gets removed from his face and Jimin’s spit-slick lips press against his own for another kiss.

It’s wet, a mix of saliva and sweat when he licks into Jimin’s mouth, the heat is making his body damp, sticking to the covers underneath him. Even when he grabs the back of Jimin’s thigh his hand slides along his skin, so hot and sweaty; but he doesn’t want to stop.

He presses their bodies closer despite the heat, and Jimin pulls him closer by the back of his neck, no intention of parting.

But it’s not enough, even though it’s too much it’s not enough at the same time, and he needs to- he needs to be closer

Jimin seems to be thinking the same thing because he grabs his hip until their lower bodies are pressed flush against each other.

“Fuck.”

Jeongguk jolts as their cocks brush together, and he breaks the kiss to look down.

Even though it’s embarrassing to admit, Jimin’s dick is so fucking pretty; so thick and the head is that pretty shade of soft pink. He holds his breath as he sees how Jimin bucks his hips, dragging his cock against his own.

It’s so hot he can barely breathe, in the temperature of this tent, their bodies slide together so easily, and it looks so fucking obscene.

He bites his lip, grabs Jimin’s ass in his hand to pull him even closer, so their cocks slide together between their stomachs.

“Ngh- fuck Jeon..”

Jimin pants, losing his composure just a bit.

It’s so fucking hot; Jeongguk can barely choose where to look, because Jimin’s flushed face is one of the world’s wonders, but their dicks rubbing together is a sight that just hypnotises him.

Especially when it gets a little more wet; a bead of precum appears on the head of Jimin’s cock, and Jeongguk ruts against it until it’s smeared all over his own length.

“Mmh- fuck, Jimin..”

He can’t help it, the name slips from his lips so easily.

And when Jimin looks into his eyes he feels type another shiver run down his spine, needs to avert his gaze quickly before he speaks his mind.

But they’re so close that with every breath he takes it’s waterlilies and orange blossoms that fill his senses, and it makes his heartbeat pick up against his will.

Fuck, he needs a distraction.

He spits in his hand, and brings it down to curl around the both of them, can’t close his fist entirely but it’s good enough.

He starts jerking them off simultaneously, mouth hanging open as he watches the heads brush against each other in his fist, moans slipping out without filter.

“Done this before?”

Jimin asks breathily, making Jeongguk look up at him, a little caught.

It’s as if Jimin can read his mind by just looking at his face, he looks from one eye to the other, and then a knowing smirk appears on his plump lips.

“Oh, you watch gay porn?”

Fuck.

He looks away, even though he already knows Jimin won’t let it go.

“Mmh.. what do you watch? leg humping?”

Jimin pants, that stupid smirk still on his lips.

“None of your business.”

He rubs his thumb over the head of Jimin’s cock just to shut him up, but the whimper that leaves Jimin’s lips just makes him shudder instead.

“Ngh- fuck, didn’t think you’d like this, though.”

Jimin says, fucking into his fist just a little harder.

“Why not?”

He pants, looks back down to see how red the head of Jimin’s cock is getting as he rubs it so prettily against his own.

“Cause it’s two dicks rubbing together, not even one hole to fuck.”

“Mmh-“

Jeongguk sucks his lower lip into his mouth, feels a tear of precum spill from the slit, and he dips his thumb in it, rubs it over his shaft. It’s so good; he can’t describe what it even does to him, it just feels so wet and inviting.

He looks up just to see Jimin’s eyebrow quirk up once, those siren eyes half-mast.

“Right, you like it sticky..”

Oh..

His cheeks burn up, and he stops moving his hand for a bit.

“What- what do you watch?”

He asks, to divert the attention. But he shouldn’t have, because Jimin just tangles his hand in his hair, brushes his lips against his own.

“I like watching pretty boys beg.”

A shock of electricity runs down his spine, and he swallows his moan when Jimin kisses him right after.

It’s even more desperate than the last, Jeongguk can’t find any rhythm to it, it’s sloppy and wet and it makes his tongue tingle a little bit when Jimin sucks on it. The little gasps in between feel so hot against his skin, he barely notices how Jimin climbs on top.

Jimin’s tongue delves into his mouth, and Jeongguk just groans, lets him lead the kiss, wraps his arms around Jimin’s back.

And it’s so damn hot, everything is slippery, his hands on Jimin’s body, their legs sliding together until-

Fuck, his dick is pressing against the cleft of Jimin’s ass.

They break the kiss simultaneously, but neither of them moves.

Jeongguk’s eyes are wide open, and Jimin is panting against his lips, doesn’t fill the silence.

Fuck..

It feels good.

His ears ring, and all he wants to do is just buck his hips up, feel what it’s like to finally fuck Jimin. Though he knows Jimin probably isn’t able to take him like this, without any prep.

However, the heat of Jimin’s body pressing against his own, and the overwhelming sense of need inside of him drive him to move his hips, just a little bit.

Because it’s not- it’s not like he can just slip inside anyway so there isn’t any harm in just pushing his cock deeper between Jimin’s soft, peachy cheeks until-

“Mmh.”

An electric shock runs down his body when the head of his cock presses against Jimin’s rim.

His heartbeat picks up, and he just pants, wants to move, but the nerves start jumping around wildly in his body and he wants to run out of there at the same time.

“Fuck- Jimin I-“

Jimin’s knees slide to either side of his hips.

It’s slow and deliberate, and it knocks the air out of his lungs.

“Oh-“

He doesn’t know how to speak anymore, but he doesn’t need to; Jimin’s fingers press against the seam of his lips, and he lets them slip inside wordlessly.

“Suck.”

The shift in tone, along with the way Jimin’s eyes taint a shade darker, makes Jeongguk moan around Jimin’s fingers. And if he didn’t know what he was sucking them for, he wouldn’t have been so fucking eager.

But he knows, and that’s why he coats them in spit, lets Jimin rub over his tongue. Blonde hair is sweaty at the ends, sticks to Jimin’s flushed face, and fuck, maybe even if Jeongguk didn’t know, he’d have let Jimin do anything to him.

“Looks good on you Jeon.”

Jimin whispers, before taking his fingers out of his mouth.

Jeongguk’s chest heaves as he watches Jimin’s hand disappear behind his back, and though he can’t see it, he can tell by the way Jimin’s breath hitches, that he’s pressing a finger inside.

“F-fuck, Jimin-“

He doesn’t know what to do with himself, he’s vibrating out of his skin, his cock twitches, leaks against his abs.

It’s like he’s watching something he isn’t supposed to see. Jimin sitting on top of him, legs spread, hard cock standing up straight against his stomach, body shimmering with an attractive layer of sweat, head hanging back just a little, biting down his plush bottom lip as he fingers himself.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

Jeongguk’s cheeks burn up as he catches himself thinking it again.

But god.

He holds Jimin’s small waist in his hands, feels his throat run dry already.

On one hand, he fucking craves it. He’s been craving it for months, and he wants it so bad that he wants Jimin to hurry the fuck up so he can take him.

But on the other hand he’s scared out of his fucking mind.

He doesn’t want it to happen like this.

It’s his first time with a guy- with Jimin.

With Jimin..

His heart starts beating in overdrive, that uncomfortable knot in his stomach, he tries to ignore it.

When Jimin slips his fingers out he wants to push all of it aside. He wants it to be just like all the other times; hot, mindless sex.

But as soon as Jimin lifts himself and grabs his cock to align it with his rim, he panics.

He flips them over, pins Jimin down underneath him.

“Woah- Jeon? What are you doing?”

“Sorry- I..” God, his voice comes out an octave higher. “I don’t- I don’t think I’m ready.”

Jimin blinks, something in his expression shifts.

“Oh?”

Fuck, he doesn’t know how to explain himself, and Jimin really deserves an explanation.

But how can he say that literally everything in his body is telling him no? Without that sounding like a rejection.

“Sorry- I want it but- I just- I don’t think-“

“What? Is it cause I’m a guy?”

Jimin asks, raising a brow.

“No. That’s not it, I know you’re a guy, I just-“

“You don’t mind rubbing dicks but you’re afraid of anal? Is that it?”

Jeongguk closes his mouth, feels shame run through his veins. Because partially, maybe that’s true. But that’s not the biggest reason.

Jimin looks into both of his eyes, then sighs, pushes him off, sits up.

“Fuck, Jeongguk. I just don’t get you.”

“I’m sorry, it’s not like I don’t want to it’s just-“

“No I get it. You’re fine doing anything with me as long as it doesn’t involve anal, because that’s just too gay for you.”

“It’s not like that.”

“No? Then what is it?”

Jimin snaps, looking at him with that fire in his eyes.

Jeongguk sits up as well, feels nerves eat him alive.

Because, how does he say it?

That he doesn’t want to have meaningless sex anymore. Without also saying exactly what that implies.

Jimin huffs out a breath.

“I thought you figured it out Jeon. I asked you what you wanted from me, and your answer was sex, so why-“

“I never said that.”

He snaps.

His cheeks burn up right after, because god, it’s so fucking embarrassing.

“Then what do you want?”

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t fucking know what I want.”

“Then why did you come to me in the first place? I told you to stay the fuck away from me until you figure it out.”

“I came because I wanted to tell you sorry. And then you pushed me to the fucking limit-“

“Your sorry sounded a lot like are you and Yonghoon together?”

Fuck.

Jimin is panting, and Jeongguk also feels adrenaline rush through his body.

Can’t they ever end things without arguing?

“I- I wanted to apologise. But I got jealous and I just-“

“Yeah, you jerked me off. How am I supposed to know that that’s your way of saying sorry?”

“That’s not- that’s not my way of-“

“What are you even sorry for?”

Shit.

Jeongguk swallows his words, looks at Jimin, can’t bring it past his lips. His heart pounds against his ribs.

He stares at Jimin for a while, opening his mouth and closing it, but it just doesn’t come out.

Jimin just groans and pinches the bridge of his nose, and then he moves, puts his shirt on, looks for his other clothes.

“What- where are you going?”

“To Hoseok and Yonghoon’s tent. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“But-“

“Save it, Jeon.”

Jimin grabs his phone, opens the tent and walks out, doesn’t bother closing it, even though Jeongguk is lying there butt naked.

He quickly covers himself, cheeks burning as he zips up the tent.

And then he just hangs his head in his hands.

Why does it always end like this?

“Jeonggukie?”

Hoseok’s voice sounds from outside after a few seconds.

Shit.

He quickly puts on a shirt and underwear, then opens the tent.

Hoseok is standing there in his pyjama, eyes puffy from sleep, plushie under his arm.

“Jimin wanted to switch tents.”

Hoseok mumbles, clearly only half awake, stepping inside, crawling onto the mattress, curling up under the blanket.

Jeongguk zips the tent up behind him, kind of wants to explain himself but Hoseok is knocked out already, head buried into the pillow.

So he just lies down as well, feels an uncomfortable knot in his stomach as he stares at the shape of the moon through the ceiling of the tent.

He can’t fall asleep.

Can’t stop mulling it over.

Why does he have to have feelings for this guy?

Of all fucking people, why does it have to be bleach blonde hair and dark brown eyes, simmering with anger.

Why doesn’t he have the fucking guts to admit it?

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Chapter 19 >