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Taehyung was plagued with yet another sleepless night.
They were smack dab in the middle of a world tour, and he was currently trying to catch a few hours of sleep in a hotel that he had already forgotten the name of, in a country that he had already lost track of. Their days had been a whirlwind of traveling, rehearsing, promoting, interviewing, performing, and non-stop work.
He wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, but at the moment, he’d trade just about anything else for a few hours of uninterrupted, peaceful sleep. His body was tight from endless nights of working through their intense choreography, and his mind was reeling from a headache that seemed determined to stay.
His bandmates could tell that he desperately needed sleep, and Jeongguk had even volunteered to trade his own single hotel room so Taehyung could get a full night of restful sleep and not suffer through Namjoon’s notorious snoring. Taehyung was initially grateful for the generosity, but it seemed no amount of quiet atmosphere could help him relax enough to drift off.
As he laid curled up in the bed, he mused that maybe he just wasn’t made for sleeping in single rooms. The quiet was welcome, but he missed the calm feeling of having someone near him. Even his usual trick of tightly cuddling a pillow wasn’t working. He sighed as he blindly reached around the nightstand for his phone, grimacing at the hour brightly displaying on its screen.
“Everyone is probably asleep already,” he quietly sighed to himself, unlocking his phone and scrolling through his messages. He felt a small amount of guilt as he tapped on Jimin’s name, but his best friend did have a tendency to stay up late, and he always went to the older boy when he had issues, sleep-related or otherwise. He gave a mental apology as he hit send, hoping that he didn’t inadvertently wake the dancer.
Kim Taehyung: Jiminssiiiiiii, I can’t sleep :(((((
He gave a sigh as he rolled over in the bed, staring at his phone to wait and see if his message would be read.
Thankfully, he did not have to wait long.
Park Jimin: Oh nooooo sweet baby :((((
Park Jimin: What’s keeping you up?
Taehyung figured that sending a simple message of “sore” would be easier than listing off each individual reason. Jimin’s quick reply gently shook him from obsessing over the issues interfering with his sleep, and he gave a small smile of relief at the message.
Park Jimin: Sore huh? Do you need a massage or something?
Kim Taehyung: omg pls
Park Jimin: Do you want me to give you one?
Kim Taehyung: omg pls???
Park Jimin: Do you want to tell me how amazing of a friend I am?
Taehyung laughed at that. Jimin’s constant need for affection was just one of the many things he loved about his friend. He quickly typed out as many messages as he could, flooding Jimin’s inbox with words of how kind, talented, sweet, and perfect he was. Around his tenth message, Jimin playfully replied that he’d head over as soon as possible.
He closed his eyes to help keep his headache at bay, not looking forward to the inevitable hallway light streaming into his room once he opened the door for Jimin. Until then, he kicked the covers off of his bed and listened to the dull hum of the air conditioner running. He wasn’t sure how far away Jimin’s room was, but he hoped his friend came soon. The tour hadn’t allowed for many quiet moments where the two of them could simply relax and enjoy each other’s company.
It wasn’t long before he heard a soft knocking at his door. Taehyung grumbled as he rolled off the bed, trying to use as little effort as possible. He wandered over to the door, gripping the handle and preemptively scrunching his eyes closed to ward off the bright light waiting for him outside.
“I sure hope this is Jiminie and not a murderer, because my head is killing me and I’m not opening my eyes,” Taehyung spoke to the hallway, giving a light sigh of relief when his guest giggled.
“My poor Taehyungie, let’s get you inside,” Jimin gently whispered as he guided Taehyung back into his room, shutting the door as quietly as possible.
Taehyung opened his eyes, taking in the dark outline of Jimin’s form. He immediately felt more at ease with Jimin nearby. They made their way to the bed, carefully avoiding the various piles of clothing and luggage Jeongguk had strewn around the room. Taehyung gingerly crawled onto the mattress, crossing his legs and sitting as upright as his aching back would allow. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it closely while Jimin soon followed suit, settling down in front of him.
Jimin reached out a hand and rested it on Taehyung’s knee, rubbing his thumb against his warm skin.
“Are you feeling okay? Anything bothering you, or are you really just sore?” he quietly murmured, giving Taehyung a potential starting point for conversation if he needed to get stuff off of his chest.
He always appreciated this side of Jimin. He appreciated all sides, but Jimin was always skilled at getting his fellow members to feel safe when broaching difficult topics and worries. However, Taehyung didn't feel like a four hour long heart-to-heart was what he needed, so he shook his head and rested a hand over Jimin’s.
“Nah, I can't think of anything in particular. Honestly, I think I'm just too stiff to relax. I didn't listen to Hobi-hyung’s advice and skipped my cool-down stretches, and now my muscles are dying," Taehyung pouted, trying to stretch out his neck as he talked and holding back a whine as his body vehemently protested.
He could tell that he didn’t hide his noise well enough when he caught the pitiful look Jimin gave him. Jimin gently shook Taehyung’s hand off and nudged his side, encouraging him to turn around and let Jimin work on giving him that massage he had promised.
“Taehyungie, you know how important cool-down is,” he gently chided.
Taehyung could feel the bed shift as Jimin scooted closer, and he gave a sigh as he felt warm, delicate hands on his shoulders. His sigh quickly gave way to a low cry as Jimin’s thumbs firmly pressed into an especially tender spot on his back.
The noise caught Jimin off-guard, and he immediately lessened the pressure. “I’m sorry! Too hard?” Jimin quickly apologized. Taehyung was quick to assuage his worries, turning his head and sheepishly giving a boxy smile.
“Nah, it just caught me off guard is all. Warn me next time, man.” Taehyung turned back, rolling his shoulders and preparing himself for Jimin’s surprisingly firm touch. He may have been five centimeters shorter, but what Jimin lacked in height, he most certainly made up for in strength. Jimin moved in closer behind him and kneaded a hand into that same damn spot.
Somehow, Jimin had been able to immediately find what was likely one of many knots in Taehyung’s back, and the pressure had Taehyung seeing stars. His fingers dug into the pillow in his lap as he bit back a whine. He vaguely registered a soft laugh behind him while Jimin’s hands kept him in place.
“Just a few more seconds, this one’s almost done,” Jimin softly murmured as he continued to press into his fellow singer’s back with his knuckles. Taehyung could no longer keep his noises back, giving a shaky moan as he gripped the pillow. A sense of relief washed over him when Jimin moved his hand, rubbing soothing circles around where he had been working. He let his head drop down as his friend continued to run his hands over his back, slowly working their way down along his spine.
It was all he could do to not nervously twitch when Jimin sighed and let him know he found another knot. He grumbled as he felt Jimin’s hands move into position around the knot in his lower back, steeling himself for the imminent pressure.
He winced as Jimin worked, holding his pillow to his face to smother a groan. Jimin gave him a sympathetic hum as he pressed his hand into the trouble spot, trying not to start off too roughly. “Is this pressure okay? Don’t want to hurt you too much,” Jimin asked, slowly rocking his hand against Taehyung’s back.
“Mmmph.. ‘S fine… Can do it harder,” Taehyung mumbled into the pillow.
There was an audible hitch in Jimin’s breath, and Taehyung's cheeks flushed upon realizing the dual meaning of what he just said. He started to turn around, ready to admonish his friend for misconstruing his words, when Jimin’s fingertips pressed sharply into his back. Taehyung’s head immediately snapped back and pressed into the pillow he was holding to mask another moan of pain.
Jimin’s hands mercifully stopped their onslaught on Taehyung’s back after a few seconds, and the dancer switched to gently rubbing against his tender muscles. Taehyung let out a ragged breath, grateful for the momentary relief. He was sure there were more knots to be dealt with, but he wasn’t sure how much more his back could take, and he tilted his head in Jimin’s direction.
“Hey, could you maybe… switch to something lighter?” Taehyung whined, giving Jimin the most pitiful face he could muster. Thankfully, his friend always took pity on the younger man, and Jimin gave him a quick look of understanding.
“Ahhh, you big baby,” he playfully teased, poking at Taehyung’s side. Still, he seemed more than happy to comply with Taehyung’s wish, letting his fingertips gently work their way up his spine.
The light contact was such a welcome relief from the strength Jimin had been using to work out his knots, and Taehyung did his best to suppress the shiver that threatened to run down his body.
Judging by the inquisitive hum behind him, he must not have done a good enough job. Jimin’s fingers stilled for just a second after sensing the younger man tremble under his touch, and Taehyung felt the bed dip near where he was sitting as his friend inched closer. He immediately started to think of possible excuses for his shivering, figuring that he could easily blame the chilly temperature he had set the thermostat to. Everyone in the band knew that Taehyung ran warm and needed a cold room, surely Jimin would buy it and wouldn’t press for more explanation.
His thought process came to a halt when Jimin’s hands gently traced their way up to the back of Taehyung’s neck. His breath caught in his throat as fingers slowly drifted, timidly exploring and sending goosebumps across his shoulders. An exhale from Jimin ghosted along his skin, and Taehyung bit back the soft moan that begged to tumble from his lips.
Jimin must have felt emboldened by his response, and his fingers slid along Taehyung’s broad shoulders. A slight noise made its way out of Taehyung's lips when he felt Jimin’s fingertips slide under the wide collar of his shirt, lightly grazing his collarbone. The delicate touches were slowly unraveling him, and he pressed the pillow down into his lap, trying to will himself to stay sane with the soft attention Jimin was giving him.
“Is...this better, Taehyungie?” Jimin quietly whispered against the shell of his ear. Taehyung was unable to hide his moan that time, and he enthusiastically nodded, not trusting his voice to remain steady with Jimin’s soft caressing driving him up the wall. He tried to ignore the giggle behind him as he failed to stave off another shiver from Jimin’s teasing fingertips.
The hotel room, which had started off as much too cold, now suddenly seemed too hot. Taehyung’s skin was growing warmer underneath Jimin’s touch, and he fought back an embarrassed whine as he felt the warmth work its way down from his shoulders, lingering in his chest and pooling in his stomach.
Taehyung bit back a gasp when Jimin’s fingertips found their way to the side of his neck, gently trailing up the sensitive skin there. He briefly wondered if Jimin could feel his pulse quickening under his touch. He felt his traitorous hips gently rock up into the pillow sitting in his lap, and he silently prayed that the room was dark enough for Jimin not to notice the effect he was having on the singer.
Jimin sighed as he continued to trace along Taehyung’s neck, and he leaned in close behind his friend, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Feel good?” he playfully teased, drawing slow designs down Taehyung’s spine. Taehyung was absolutely sure he knew the answer, but he did his best to answer anyway.
“Mmmh... Haah, feels nice,” Taehyung’s deep voice moaned out in reply, words catching in his throat as he felt Jimin’s gentle breathing against his ear.
“You feel like a furnace, Taetae,” Jimin teased him.
The words barely registered, all Taehyung could focus on was the feeling of Jimin’s chin resting on his burning skin, whispering into his ear as a hand moved to softly run along the length of his collarbone. He was secretly thankful he had decided to wear his largest shirt, the low neckline provided Jimin with more skin to tease and torment.
“You’re, hahhh, leaning on me… That’s why ‘m hot,” Taehyung tried to defend himself. He knew his surreptitious rocking into the pillow was only adding to the warmth his body was giving off, but he needed some sort of pressure to relieve the tent quickly forming in his shorts.
“Want me to move?” Jimin gently moaned against his ear, and a low, traitorous groan escaped from Taehyung’s lips. He wasn't sure whether Jimin planned on moving closer or further away, but in this moment, all Taehyung wanted was for Jimin to stay where he was and keep working his magic. He didn’t trust his mouth to properly form words at the moment, so he opted for simply leaning his head against Jimin’s, hoping this was enough of an answer for Jimin to keep touching him.
Jimin thankfully seemed to understand, giving a light hum before letting his fingers drift lower, tracing just underneath his collarbone. Somehow that part of his skin felt even more sensitive, and Taehyung sharply drew in his breath at the touch, giving an encouraging nod against Jimin’s head. A slight smile grew on his face as his friend bumped his cheek against Taehyung’s in reply. He was glad Jimin wasn’t put off by his reactions, the hitches in his breath, the goosebumps that traveled across his body.
Jimin’s fingers then drifted dangerously close to his nipples, and Taehyung’s poor brain felt like it was about to short circuit. There was nothing that could stop the shuddering moan that he let out, and his hips sharply rocked up. He was embarrassingly hard now, too far gone to care if Jimin could see could see him grinding into his pillow. Jimin’s hand stilled for a moment, and he gave a soft whine into Taehyung’s ear.
“Hey, um. If you turn around, I could work on your front? Like, your shoulders and stuff?” Jimin mumbled.
Taehyung immediately stilled. On the one hand, Jimin was absolutely going to be able to tell he was hard. On the other, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if they did continue, and his mind helpfully supplied him with a myriad of images and hopeful thoughts. If Jimin’s hands had felt this incredible on his back, he could only imagine how quickly he would be undone if he turned around.
He mulled the idea over, just barely turning away from Jimin’s face as he muttered, “It’s a little… It’s kinda ‘mbarrassing right now?”
“It’s dark, I can’t see anything anyways,” Jimin gently knocked his head against Taehyung’s as he scooted back.
Taehyung was absolutely sure Jimin was either blind or lying. Their eyes had been given more than enough time to adjust to the darkness, and the dim glow of the LED clock gave off enough light to make out the painting that hung over the bed. But if he turned around, he would be able to see Jimin’s face as his hands teased him. He had felt his friend twitching behind him, had heard his shaky breathing as his fingers roamed over Taehyung's skin. He couldn’t help but wonder if Jimin was being affected just as much as him.
He gripped the pillow as tightly as he could, awkwardly shimmying on the mattress so he could sit facing the smaller man. Jimin smiled encouragingly at him as he opted for sitting cross-legged, and Taehyung gave him a light shove.
“You’re a liar, I can totally see you,” he playfully whined, unsuccessfully fighting back a blush when he saw his friend’s face. Now that Jimin was in front of him, he looked almost as worked up as Taehyung. Even in the dull light, Taehyung could make out how dark his lips looked from biting back noise, how mussed his hair looked from Jimin nervously running his fingers through it, and how his hands were surreptitiously blocking his lap from view.
He could even make out the slight pout as Jimin sighed and said, “If you’re embarrassed then just close your eyes.”
Taehyung absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, giving Jimin one last glance as he nodded and followed the suggestion. He could hear Jimin adjusting on the bed in front of him, settling into the mattress and taking a steadying breath. Taking his own breath to keep calm, Taehyung nervously waited for Jimin to touch him again.
He gave a slight jump when Jimin’s soft, tender hands found their way to his shoulders. His fingers gently caressed the sides of Taehyung’s neck while his thumbs soothingly traced along his collarbones. Taehyung moaned when Jimin slipped underneath his shirt again, teasing the soft skin and leaving a trail of warmth wherever he touched.
He could feel himself growing desperate under Jimin’s touch again. The heat was traveling down his body faster than before, and his breath sped up as Jimin drifted lower. Fingertips glossed over his prominent collarbones, teasing their way down the muscles of his chest. Taehyung bit his lip, waiting to see just where Jimin’s hands were traveling to.
When one of Jimin’s hands splayed out on his chest, he was sure the man could feel just how fast his heart was beating. Taehyung was thankful that the dimly lit room would mask the flush that was dusting his cheeks and crawling to his ears. His breathing was growing faster as he mentally begged Jimin to keep going.
Jimin softly pulled his hands away, drawing a whimper from Taehyung's throat. He was about to open his mouth and ask why he had stopped, but the feeling of Jimin grazing over a soft nipple stopped all coherent thought. His head fell back as he cried out, arching his back and writhing against Jimin's touch. Jimin's fingers stilled for a moment at his reaction, and Taehyung gave a low moan.
It wasn't fair for his friend to give him this brief teasing attention. Taehyung wanted more. He rolled his head to face forward, biting his lip and eagerly waiting for Jimin to touch him again. If Jimin didn’t move his hands soon, Taehyung might actually resort to begging.
He felt Jimin’s other hand rest on his chest, and Taehyung whined as he tried to rock into his touch.
“Does this feel okay?” Jimin whispered into the dark room, softly circling along Taehyung’s chest with his fingertips.
“Mmhmm… Please,” Taehyung shuddered, breath hitching when Jimin’s hands finally stopped teasing him and softly tweaked the sensitive nubs hidden by his shirt.
Taehyung’s mouth hung open as he panted, nodding encouragingly as Jimin slowly ran his thumbs across his nipples. When Jimin gave a flick with his fingers, Taehyung could swear he saw stars.
He had never considered his nipples to be especially sensitive, but Jimin’s hands seemed determined to prove him wrong. Taehyung’s moans were getting louder and more desperate as Jimin grew bolder, slipping his hands underneath the loose shirt Taehyung wore. Taehyung gasped at the sensation of Jimin properly touching him, fingertips tracing his skin as they traveled up to reach their target, and he kept his eyes screwed shut as he snuck a hand underneath the pillow in his lap to palm himself. He gave a sharp cry when he finally touched himself, feeling a hint of wetness on the fabric of his pajamas. All of Jimin’s teasing had been driving him absolutely wild, and he already felt desperate for any form of release.
“You’re starting to look pretty wrecked there, Taehyungie,” Jimin playfully ribbed while working a nipple between his fingers. Taehyung whined, daring to open his eyes and glance at Jimin to quickly take in the appearance of the man before him.
Jimin seemed to be frustratingly better off than the state Taehyung was currently in. While Taehyung was currently a moaning mess, rocking into his own hand and writhing against Jimin’s fingers, Jimin didn’t seem nearly as affected. Sure, his breathing may have been heavier than normal, but his hands still seemed content to stay on Taehyung, and he gave a cheeky smile to his friend as he noticed Taehyung looking at him.
“Why don’t you look as, ahh, affected?” Taehyung complained as best as he could, groaning and swiping his tongue along his lips.
Even with his eyes unfocused, Taehyung could see Jimin’s face soften and his eyes grow darker. His friend bit his lip before shyly replying.
“You should take a closer look,” Jimin murmured.
Taehyung’s eyes widened as he tried to process the words that had just fallen from Jimin’s beautiful, plump lips. His breath stuttered, and his mouth hung open as Jimin patiently waited for him to make the next move. Slowly, Taehyung let his eyes travel down Jimin’s body, noticing him twitch and squirm the lower he got. Before he could get a good look at what was potentially happening between Jimin’s legs, his friend removed a hand from underneath Taehyung’s shirt, gently tracing down his tan forearm before interlacing their fingers.
“I didn’t mean literally look, that’s too embarrassing. Use your hands instead,” Jimin timidly whispered, glancing up at Taehyung through his bangs.
Taehyung felt his heart pound when Jimin softly guided his hand, maneuvering so that his palm was flush against the other man’s chest. He could feel Jimin’s heartbeat underneath his thin t-shirt and was surprised that it felt even faster than his own.
Jimin’s eyes kept flicking back and forth between the large, tan hand splayed against his chest and Taehyung’s hesitant but inquisitive face, quietly urging his friend to let his touch move lower. Taehyung bit his lip and let his fingers drift down, lightly trailing over Jimin’s sternum and feeling the hardness of his abdominal muscles. Taehyung knew that his own body was nothing to sneeze at, but Jimin was truly stunning and he couldn’t help but linger a few seconds longer. He heard Jimin giggle as he adjusted his posture, relaxing and leaning further back to give Taehyung more room. The smaller man smiled and raised an eyebrow, quietly urging him to move on further.
His pulse was ringing in his ears when his long fingers managed to finally touch Jimin’s waistband. Taehyung glanced up, locking eyes with Jimin and furrowing his eyebrows.
“This okay?” he murmured, voice low and husky.
Jimin swallowed and gave a slight nod, resting a hand on Taehyung’s wrist and gently pushing him towards his goal. A shiver ran up the singer’s arm at Jimin’s touch, and he finally pressed the flat of his palm against the tent that had formed in Jimin’s boxers.
Poor Jimin felt painfully hard against his hand, and Taehyung was amazed he hadn’t noticed earlier. He experimentally ran his fingers down, blushing when he realized he could just make out the head of Jimin’s cock under the thin fabric. He flushed further at the moan Jimin gave, lightly rolling his hips and pressing his cock into Taehyung’s touch. He gently gripped Jimin through his boxers as best he could, giving an experimental stroke down his length.
Jimin’s breath hitched as Taehyung slowly started working him, gripping him more firmly as the smaller man gave him an encouraging nod.
“Mmhh, do it faster,” he urged while glancing up at Taehyung underneath his long eyelashes.
Taehyung felt his chest clench at how Jimin’s voice cracked during his plea, and he leaned in closer to watch Jimin unravel under his touch. He could see how the arms that were supporting his friend up were starting to tremble, how he every breath he took sounded ragged and desperate, how he nibbled down on his supple bottom lip in an attempt to mask his noises.
God, Jimin’s mouth was starting to really distract him. His gaze followed as Jimin’s tongue darted out to wet his freshly bitten lips, and Taehyung immediately wanted to feel that tongue teasingly run along his skin. Maybe Jimin could give his lips a playful bite while he was as it? Maybe Jimin could just kiss him.
The thought of Jimin’s soft lips anywhere near him made him groan with want. He needed Jimin’s hands back on him before Taehyung leaned in further and closed the distance between them. Kissing the other man felt so tempting, but everything they were doing felt so new, and Taehyung was hesitant to introduce something so intimate without making absolutely sure Jimin wanted it just as badly.
The soft moan that fell from Taehyung’s lips had caught Jimin’s attention, and the dancer locked eyes with him, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine. Taehyung bit his lip and let his thumb run over the sensitive head of Jimin’s cock, pleased to feel just how wet the fabric of Jimin’s boxers had become from his touch. The smaller man gave a shiver and reeled forward, and Jimin grabbed Taehyung’s wrist and looked up at him imploringly.
“Taehyungie… There’s something I want to try, if you’re okay with it?”
Taehyung’s movements immediately stilled and his mouth hung open. Desperate and eager to try anything Jimin could suggest, he gave a quick nod. He shoved aside the small part of his mind that whispered “maybe he wants to try kissing” while he waited for Jimin to continue.
“Can I…. Ugh, this is embarrassing, but I want to sit in your lap,” Jimin finally admitted, watching Taehyung’s face intently to gauge his reaction.
Taehyung gave another mute nod in response, uncrossing his legs so he could scoot further up the bed and lean against the headrest for support. The firm wood dug into his back, but Taehyung cared about nothing else in the world besides complying with Jimin’s request. He wasn’t sure what the man planned to do once he was actually in his lap, but he could never say no to his best friend, and he certainly wasn’t going to start denying him anything now.
Once he was as comfortable as he could be, he reached out for Jimin’s hands, lacing their fingers together and pulling him in closer. Jimin gave a soft giggle and climbed over the long, tan legs the other singer had splayed out. Taehyung watched as Jimin shifted over him, noticing how his thigh muscles engaged and tensed while he moved. He couldn’t resist the urge to slide his fingers over Jimin’s smooth leg, tracing his fingers up until he could touch the hem of his boxers. Jimin gave a breathy moan that went straight to Taehyung’s poor, neglected dick.
As soon as his friend settled into his lap, Taehyung felt himself only grow harder. He could practically feel Jimin’s body heat against every inch of his skin, and he was now acutely aware of how close he was to Jimin’s ass. He whined when Jimin adjusted and moved in closer until he was practically sitting on Taehyung’s cock. With a small degree of embarrassment, he also noted that Jimin’s erection was pressed firmly against his lower abdomen.
“I’m gonna move now, is that okay?” Jimin bit his lip in question, resting his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders for support. Taehyung’s brain was still trying to process what the dancer had planned and how exactly he was going to move, but he gripped Jimin’s thighs and softly muttered for him to go ahead.
Jimin rolled his hips, dragging his ass against Taehyung’s cock, and Taehyung swore he could see stars. His fingertips dug into Jimin’s strong thighs, and his head knocked against the headboard when he leaned back to look up at his friend in understanding. As his eyes widened, finally grasping the situation, Jimin laughed and gave another roll of his hips.
“Why do you think I asked to climb into your lap, you adorable idiot?” Jimin watched him fondly as he continued to grind against Taehyung’s cock.
Taehyung gave a stuttering breath as he glanced down to watch Jimin’s hypnotic hip movements. He wasn’t one of their lead dancers for nothing. Jimin knew exactly how much pressure to use as he rocked against him, and the heat pooling in Taehyung’s groin was driving him mad.
He groaned as Jimin gave a slow, controlled roll of his hips, and finally admitted, “I honestly had no idea, I’d do just about anything you asked at this point.”
Jimin gave a moan at his answer, rewarding him by steadily speeding up his hips.
“Ahh… Anything, huh?” the singer teased, breath hitching as his erection rubbed against Taehyung’s stomach.
“Mmh! Anything, Jimin,” he moaned in response. Taehyung moved his hands up to dig into Jimin’s hips and guide the man down on his cock. He was starting to feel himself grow close, already so worked up after all of Jimin’s previous teasing. He looked up at his friend’s flushed face, taking in the sight as the older singer’s mouth hung open to let out a ragged moan while his hips moved against Taehyung.
Jimin leaned down, brushing his lips against the shell of Taehyung’s ear, and Taehyung hissed when his soft breath tickled against his sensitive skin. He felt Jimin gently pry a hand off of his thigh and move it to the front of his boxers. The material was absolutely soaked now, and Jimin cried out against Taehyung’s ear.
“Make me cum, Taehyung? Please?” the older man pleaded, rocking his straining erection against Taehyung’s hand.
Taehyung thought he would orgasm on the spot after hearing those words, and he moaned out Jimin’s name, eager to give him what he wanted. He suddenly hated the boxers that were keeping his hands from directly touching Jimin, and he traced the front seam to find the opening and slip his hand inside. As soon as he gripped Jimin’s leaking cock, he had to bite down on Jimin’s shoulder to muffle any potentially embarrassing words from coming out of his mouth.
His cock was already so slick with pre-cum, and Taehyung gave an experimental twist with his wrist that caused Jimin’s steady rocking to stutter. His friend was a whimpering mess, softly whispering and begging into his ear as Taehyung worked on memorizing every inch of Jimin’s length, stroking in time with his hip movements.
“Hahhh, ‘m getting close,” Taehyung moaned against Jimin's shoulder. The younger man nodded encouragingly against him in reply, whispering a string of, "please, more, wanna cum, Taehyung," between shaking breaths.
Jimin sharply cried out as Taehyung worked his hand along his cock, speeding up his strokes as he felt Jimin’s thighs shake. He wondered if the other man would be just as vocal when he finally came, and a selfish part of him hoped that he’d gasp out Taehyung’s name when he did. That alone would absolutely send him over the edge.
He started murmuring encouragingly against Jimin’s shoulder, praising him, telling how incredible he felt, how badly he wanted to watch the other man’s face when he came. His words seemed to be the final push that Jimin needed, and Taehyung moaned as felt Jimin release into his hand.
Jimin’s head rolled back as he rocked into Taehyung’s grip, and Taehyung’s keen ears picked up the unmistakable sound of his own name falling from Jimin’s lips between ragged gasps. He bit down hard on the neck in front of him, moaning Jimin’s name in reply as he finally came.
They both gently rocked against each other as they rode out their orgasms, softly whimpering and praising the other as they slowly fell back to Earth together. Jimin’s hips finally came to a gentle halt, and he opted for resting against Taehyung’s chest as he caught his breath. Taehyung was more than content to stay in their current position for as long as possible.
He bit back a whine when Jimin sat up straight and gave a small sigh.
“I should um… Probably clean myself up?” Jimin mumbled, avoiding eye contact as he gently rolled off of his lap. Taehyung gave the most noncommittal noise he could muster as he watched Jimin wobble off to the bathroom, legs unsteady from keeping his thighs tensed for so long. He gave a fond smile when he noticed that his friend waited to close the bathroom door before turning on the light to avoid blinding Taehyung.
The longer he sat alone, however, the more the reality of the situation started to dawn on him. He looked down at his hand, still covered in Jimin’s cum, and felt his heartbeat start to increase. He wasn’t ready to try and categorize what he had just done together with his best friend, and he certainly wasn’t ready to be alone as his train of thought slowly started back up.
Taehyung gingerly climbed off the bed, groaning at the cold, wet feeling in his boxers that greeted him. He stepped over Jeongguk’s gigantic camera bag and made his way to the bathroom, gently tapping on the door to get Jimin’s attention while his brain tried to think of a good excuse to talk to the man without actually talking about the situation.
“Hey Jimin-ah? Can we uh… Could I have a towel?” he asked.
He bit back a laugh when Jimin’s answer was to open the door just enough to stick out his arm, towel in hand. He graciously accepted it, working his boxers off his slim hips and letting them drop to the floor before cleaning himself up.
Taehyung’s eyes found the small piece of luggage he had brought with him when Jeongguk originally offered the room, and he rummaged through the bag to find a pair of shorts to wear for the evening. After the realization that Jimin likely didn’t have any spare clothes, an idea suddenly struck him. He rooted through the bag, trying to use the dim light of the room to find a specific pair of pajamas for Jimin to wear.
Once his hands landed on his prize, he quickly made his way back to the bathroom that Jimin seemed determined to stay holed up in.
“Hey, do you need any help in there?” he inquired while softly knocking on the door.
“...I need to know the best way to clean these without having to walk back to my room in wet boxers,” Jimin eventually replied, whining at him through the door.
Taehyung’s hand clutched the spare pair of pajamas in his hand. He hadn’t even considered the prospect of Jimin not spending the night, and he was filled with determination to help his friend feel comfortable enough to stay.
“Can you just throw them out?” he started to suggest, but a noise of indignation from Jimin cut him off.
“Kim Taehyung, these are Balenciaga, and I will do no such thing, especially not in Jeonggukkie’s hotel room” Jimin shot back through the door.
Taehyung muffled a laugh at his friend’s exasperation and finally took pity on him.
“Just soak them in the sink overnight, I’ve got pajamas for you to wear instead,” he said, leaning against the door frame while he waited for Jimin’s response.
Jimin seemed to take a few seconds to mull over his offer, but he didn’t wait long before creaking the door open and shyly holding out his hand for the spare set of clothes. Taehyung handed the pajamas over, resisting the urge to let his fingers linger in Jimin’s hand, and waited for the man to get changed.
“Oh my god, are these seriously the only pajamas you brought with you?” Jimin playfully complained through the closed door. Taehyung smiled, fighting the urge to teasingly admonish Jimin’s judgement of his fashion choices.
The soft clicking noise of the doorknob caught Taehyung’s ear, and he steeled himself for the bright light as Jimin finally let himself out.
His heart immediately clenched, and he gave Jimin a wide, boxy grin.
He knew it was a cheap move, but he had never been so excited to see Jimin in a pair of their BT21 mascot pajamas, and seeing the printed fabric with his own heart-shaped alien mascot draped over Jimin’s shapely legs made him feel warmth throughout his whole chest.
“Taehyungie, these are ridiculous, and I’m only wearing them because there is no better option,” Jimin complained, lips twitching as he fought back a smile.
“Tata is beautiful and I won’t have you trash talk him,” Taehyung gave a playful shove at Jimin’s shoulder, taking care not to shove the area he had bitten down on.
Jimin finally gave an angelic laugh at his response, and Taehyung noted with a small hint of relief that his posture finally seemed to relax. He reached a hand down to lace his fingers between his friend’s, gently holding his hand while he waited for Jimin to get the laughter out of his system.
When Jimin’s gaze finally met his, Taehyung swallowed, collecting his thoughts as fast as he could before nerves got the best of him.
“Hey Jiminie? You don’t have to, but I wouldn’t mind if you stayed the night. I know I’d feel more comfortable sleeping next to someone tonight,” he offered, trying to stave off the feeling of hope that bubbled in his chest.
Jimin blinked as his words sunk in, and just before Taehyung could start to backtrack, his lips quirked into a soft smile.
“That sounds really nice actually,” Jimin whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
Taehyung sighed in relief, letting go of a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. He reached over Jimin’s shoulder to turn off the bathroom light, then went to grab his hand again. The two of them carefully navigated the mess of baggage that lay strewn across the hotel room floor before finally climbing into bed and collapsing under the covers.
The warm feeling of Jimin curled up next to him made Taehyung feel more at peace than he had been in months. He draped an arm over his friend, pulling him in close and giving a relieved sigh.
They could talk things over in the morning. But for now, he had everything he needed right here.
