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The rain was so heavy, Jeongguk had already maxed out the volume on his laptop. It sat on the console between the front seats, a show on play to keep him and Taehyung preoccupied as the storm raged on around them. They were stranded—for lack of a better term. The gas gauge was on empty, just a few miles away from the next station. So close, but just too far out of reach. They would love to just walk the distance, or have one of the guys come to the rescue, but they were in the middle of a positively nasty storm right now. It was in everyone's, including Taehyung and Jeongguk’s, best interest to just relax and sit tight until it cleared. Then they could get some help.
They were fine right now. Jeongguk had packed snacks for the trip, and he had some movies downloaded to his laptop. Things were going fine, besides the whole being trapped on the side of the road in a car during a torrential downpour thing. Other than that—things were fine.
At least Jeongguk was trapped with Taehyung. There couldn’t be a better person to be stuck with than his best friend. When they had initially realized they were out of gas, and the rain was already pounding down on the windows, Taehyung didn't panic. He sent a text to Seokjin to let him know they wouldn’t be at the cabin just yet, and he glanced at Jeongguk, “How are we going to pass the time? Shouldn’t take too long, right?”
And yet, here they were, cozied up in the backseat, each wrapped in their own blankets as they were four episodes deep into an anime Jeongguk had been ranting and raving about lately. Jeongguk wasn’t even that worried about the storm; he had Taehyung. And there was a small part of him that thought this backseat netflix and chilling would be more fun than the week they had planned that Seokjin’s cabin—time he got to spend alone with Taehyung would always be his favorite.
He was comfortable, head rested in Taehyung’s lap as he curled up on the seat. He had Taehyung’s fingers carding through his hair, nails dragging against his undercut, and occasionally scratching lightly at the nape of his neck. He felt pathetic, almost. Like a lazy cat, happy to be perched on his owner’s lap. But it’s what he was— happy . Maybe a little too content with the situation he was in, but no one was going to know that he was cuddled up with his friend, or that he was enjoying it. Not even Taehyung knew… or he did, and he was just being quiet about it. Something Jeongguk really appreciated.
As the episode came to an end, and the music started playing with credits on the screen, Jeongguk found himself yawning, arching his back as he stretched, shifting in Taehyung’s lap—but not moving away, instead cuddling closer. He barely even realized he was nuzzling his cheek into Taehyung’s warm, thick thighs until he heard soft laughter from Taehyung himself, and glanced up to see him fondly looking down at him.
“What?” Jeongguk frowned, tilting his head to look up at Taehyung, only making the other man grin wider.
“Nothing.” He dismissed, but the sweet curl of the corners of his mouth lingered, even after Jeongguk huffed and turned back around, trying to focus his attention on the next episode. His focus wavered as he felt Taehyung’s big, warm hand settle on his waist. His waist . Fingers digging slightly into the curve, drawing Jeongguk’s attention, making it impossible to focus on anything besides the way Taehyung could so easily grab, and touch him. “It’s just…”
Jeonguk shifted again, turning over on his other side so the laptop was to his back, trying his damnedest not to shiver as Taehyung’s hand brushed over his body. He glanced up at him, his fingers gently curling on Taehyung’s thigh, next to his head. He couldn’t tell what Taehyung was thinking, which was something new. It always felt like they were on the same page, knew each other’s next step, but there was a glint in Taehyung’s eyes that Jeongguk just couldn’t place; and it was making something strange inside him stir. “Yeah?” He urged, staring up at him, watching as Taehyung let out a chuckle, but it’s not light and carefree. There was something… dark about it.
Taehyung’s hand slid up Jeongguk’s waist, resting over his side, fingertips pressing into him again, right into his ribs. Jeongguk couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped his lips, and that just made Taehyung’s mouth twitch into a smirk, “It’s just that, you seem to be pretty comfortable in my lap is all. It’s kind of cute.”
Jeongguk felt his cheeks warm, Taehyung’s thumb sliding against the fabric of his shirt. “Don’t patronize me.” He complained, trying his hardest to try and hide his embarrassment. His lips pulled into a small pout, as he forced his eyes away from him. But he had nothing else to look at; his face was practically pressed into Taehyung’s stomach, cheek warm against his thighs. Now that he turned to face him, he was stuck here, and his attempt to turn back was halted as Taehyung’s grip tightened on his side, preventing it.
“I’m not.” He reassured him, but Jeongguk could hear the teasing tone to his voice. And when he glanced back up at him, Taehyung’s other hand was reaching down, carding back through his dark locks, nails scratching gently over his scalp. “I think it’s cute. You’re cute . Like a little kitten, mm? So responsive to touch.” Jeongguk hated how true it was, hated how his body felt warm and so strangely pliant underneath Taehyung's touch. His hands. But he just… he yearned for it. He wasn’t sure why; maybe because his touch was warm? Or maybe just because it was Taehyung giving him attention, attention which he always felt starved for. Taehyung’s hand smoothed over the curve of his jaw, and then rounded his bottom lip before he swiped his thumb over it.
Jeongguk’s lips parted on their own will, and he felt himself just losing control of himself. Desires he refused to acknowledge carrying his actions, guiding him. Taehyung’s thumb dipped into his mouth, the pad of it pressing against Jeongguk’s tongue, and he felt himself lick at it. It made him flush red, shocked at himself, but in no way trying to stop the urges he felt. Not when everything was so warm, when rain was pounding against the roof of the car, when his anime was continuing on behind him—not when he felt so spoiled by Taehyung’s attention. Like he’d wanted for so long.
“Good boy.” Taehyung praised, and it was like a jolt of lightning spread through his body, making him twitch, a quiet whine escaping his lips. “You like it right there, don’t you?” Taehyung’s thumb slipped from his mouth, smearing his own saliva over his top lip, “Do you know how pretty you look all cuddled up to me?” Jeongguk shook his head, licking his lips, trying to chase after a taste of Taehyung. “You’re gorgeous. ” Taehyung told him, his fingers pushing his bangs back, “But do you want to know how you could look even prettier for me?”
Jeongguk felt a tightening in his gut, sensing where this conversation might be going. The air was thick, arousal swirling around them. Jeongguk wasn’t an idiot, he could tell Taehyung was turned on, and well… his own shorts were… much tighter now too. “How?” He asked, because he had to know. He needed to hear Taehyung tell him. He wanted to do whatever it was Taehyung had in mind.
“You’d look so beautiful with that mouth around my cock.”
Even though Jeongguk had a feel that Taehyung might suggest something like that, his eyes still widened, his cock stirring in his briefs at the idea. He had had some.. unsavory thoughts about his best friend. Taehyung was stunning. He was handsome, and funny, and clingy and Jeongguk loved him. Sometimes his affections overwhelmed him and bled into his fantasies, his dreams. He knew he shouldn’t think about his best friend like that, and yet, he still did. He couldn’t help himself. But he hadn’t expected anything to happen—and yet here he was. Taehyung smirking down at him, calling him pretty, suggesting filthy things two best friends shouldn’t do… and yet, Jeongguk absolutely wanted to. He was going to.
Jeongguk pulled himself together, for a moment, he just needed a moment to think properly and get his bearings. After that, his will was going to shatter, and he was going to crumble under Taehyung’s control. But that’s okay. Of course it was. This was Taehyung, after all, Jeongguk could trust him to take care of him. “You think you could last long enough to really enjoy it?” He was sure it was the last thing he would get in; because he would slip into submission, and because he would have his mouth too preoccupied to talk.
“You’re really challenging me right now?” Taehyung didn’t look offended in the slightest, instead his eyes were shining playfully, light and carefree. He hooked his fingers under Jeongguk’s chin and leaned down. He didn’t even need to think about it as he pushed himself up on his elbow, meeting Taehyung’s thick, plump lips on a kiss. His entire body felt like it was vibrating, like he was going to melt from how warm his skin and his insides felt.
Taehyung’s lips were soft, as soft as they always looked and finally feeling them brush against his was like a dream come true. Taehyung kept a firm grip on his chin, his arm wrapping tightly around Jeongguk’s waist, pulling him closer, impossibly close considering the lack of space in the backseat and proximity they were already at.
Taehyung parted Jeongguk’s lips with his tongue, taking a playing lick at his cupid's bow before he dove into his mouth. Jeongguk didn’t resist. He was happy to let himself be tasted, to hear the husky breath Taehyung let out just before he leaned in to deepen their kiss, to lick at his tongue, and flick his tongue over the roof of his mouth. It made shivers run down Jeongguk’s neck, all the way down to his spine. He had thought about kissing Taehyung before, it was hard not to, with how pretty he was, how close they were. He had wanted to kiss his best friend for a long time now.
Taehyung pulled away, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he did so, and Jeongguk’s breath hitched, lashes fluttering as he looked up at him. “Do we wanna.. test and see how long I can last?”
Jeongguk didn’t really need to be told again. He pressed his lips to Taehyung’s in a fiery kiss, licking into his mouth, moan muffled between them as he reached down to palm over the bulge in Taehyung’s pants. Big bulge . Jeongguk leaned back, trailing wet kisses along Taehyung’s jaw, and down the curve of his throat before he leaned back. “Let’s see.” He breathed out, distracted and starved. He was sure he had never felt this type of desperation before. And he never thought he’d do anything like this, especially not with Taehyung—they flirted, got close, and playful. Jeongguk had dreams but never thought any of this would become a reality. And yet, here he was, leaning back only so he could lower himself, watching Taehyung’s long, beautiful thumbs hook into the waistband of his sweats and lift his little hips so he could pull them down.
And then his dick was there . Flushed, and dark. He was hard, but not fully. Still Jeongguk felt a lump forming in his throat. His cock was just… pretty. A nice curver, and girth that Jeongguk could only dream over touching and tasting before now.
Before now.
Now he could touch, and he did. He lowered himself, reaching out to take the base of Taehyung’s shaft into his hand. He stroked him, just a few times, just to get a taste for Taehyung’s length, and his weight. Maybe to pull a few of those hotter heavier breaths from Taehyung’s lips.
He didn’t waste time before he was wrapping his lips around Taehyung’s length, his tongue flicking out and over the slit of his cock, wanting a taste of the bead of precum. He sighed before lowering himself down over his cock, getting the feel of Taehyung’s hot weight in his mouth, the warmth on his tongue. It had been a while since his last hook up, the last time he had done something like this. And on one hand he was nervous, mostly because of how suddenly things seemed to have happened. But because he was with Taehyung, Jeongguk felt like a lot of his anxiety was lowered. It was less than what it usually would be.
He curled his tongue along the length of Taehyung’s cock as he leaned on his elbows, beginning to bob his head. The lack of space made it a bit awkward to move, to get a comfortable position to suck Taehyung off, but it didn’t seem to bother him. Taehyung’s fingers thread through his hair, gently petting his locks as he sighed, a soft moan escaping with the breath.
His hand encouraged him, applying some pressure, forcing Jeongguk lower, to take more. And Jeongguk obliged happily. Slacked his jaw some as he worked over, and down Taehyung’s length. He couldn’t help but sigh, his eyes falling shut as he gently gripped Taehyung’s thigh. He was vocal, more vocal than Jeongguk thought he would be. Taehyung kept letting moans and soft breaths leave his lips. There was nothing more encouraging than being able to hear every little noise from Taehyung as Jeongguk sucked him off.
But it didn’t stop there, no, because apparently Taehyung was into dirty talk. Something Jeongguk should have expected after the way they had gotten into this situation. But he wasn’t expecting Taehyung’s soft noises to turn into his voice, deep and husky, his fingers gripping his hair tight as he spoke, “I know you’re desperate to take more, so why be shy about it?” As he said it, he was pushing on his head again, to the point where he was guiding Jeongguk’s movements, thighs spreading further apart with a deep groan.
Taehyung forced him to take more, pushing his head down until his thickness was breaching his throat, making Jeongguk tense for a moment, trying to control his breathing as he attempted to match the pace Taehyung was setting for him. He bobbed his head faster, letting Taehyung’s cock into his throat. He felt himself suck in greedy breaths through his nose, heard choking wet noises from his own mouth that sounded too lewd to be real. “That’s it.” Taehyung sighed, his grip tightening before he pulled back on Jeongguk's hair. He gasped as he was pulled off of Taehyung’s cock, spit still connecting them. But Jeongguk just wanted more, his own cock twitching in his pants as he brought himself back down, sucking Taehyung back into his mouth, and into his throat.
Taehyung’s hand moved from his hair, gently rubbing at his back as he hollowed his cheeks, and bobbed his head faster. He could taste the bitterness of precum. The idea of actually making Taehyung come for him was thrilling, and he wanted nothing more than to swallow it down, suck him dry. Taehyung’s hand moved lower, until it was caressing the curve of his ass, and a second later he groped him. Jeongguk couldn’t help the gasp that made him gag, but the convulsions of his throat just made Taehyung moan. “That’s right, choke.” He grit his teeth as he spoke, kneading his ass in his hand, his other hand moving to his neck to hold him down, “Fuck, Gguk. You’re so tight.”
By now, Jeongguk was wet in the front of his pants, his cock sticky with precum and his skin starting to get sweaty. Rain was still pouring around them, the computer still playing the anime they were watching but the only noises Jeongguk could focus on were the sounds of Taehyung’s heated breaths and moans, the sound of his clothes rustling as Taehyung groped and manhandled his ass, his own wet noises.
Taehyung presses two fingers against his clothed ass, between his cheeks, rutting against his hole. The friction made him arch his back, choking so hard he had to pull off, sputtering and coughing. Tears fell from his eyes, but Taehyung’s hand on his neck forced him back down, “I’m close, don’t be a tease. I know you want me cumming down your throat.” He said, and Jeongguk felt himself shiver. “Be a good little hole now, Gguk.” Jeongguk could hear his smirk and there was nothing sexier about that. He listened, because he wanted Taehyung to cum. He wanted to be good for him. He sucked Taehyung back down, his tongue pressing against the slit of his cock before he wrapped his lips around his girth.
Taehyung's hand slipped around his hip, groping at his aching, starved cock, and Jeongguk whined around Taehyung’s dick. “Oh no.” He whispered, breathy and hot, “You’re so hard from sucking me off? How cute.” Jeongguk moaned as he felt Taehyung grip his clothed erection, wrapping his fingers around him and giving a few tentative strokes. Jeongguk wanted nothing more than to feel Taehyung's warm palm on his skin, but he was already pathetically close to cumming from the few touches he was receiving. He could barely even focus on sucking him off, pausing to gasp and moan against the head of Taehyung’s cock. “You’re getting greedy.” He warned, giving a hard squeeze to Jeongguk’s cock, letting him buck his hips against his hand.
Jeongguk forced himself to focus on Taehyung again, tears streaming down his face as he focused on the head of Taehyung’s cock. He licked at the tip before curling his tongue around him and wrapping only his lips around the head. Taehyung let out a shuddered breath that went right to Jeongguk’s dick. He sucked harshly, moaning around him as he pressed the tip of his tongue back against the slit. “Fuck.” Taehyung whined softly, his hand cupping Jeongguk’s bulge again. Jeongguk took Taehyung back into his throat, rutting against his hand as he swallowed around him. And Taehyung gave him zero warning as he came inside his mouth. Jeongguk felt the twitch of his dick, and then the sudden taste of his bitter cum overwhelmed his senses. Jeongguk choked, trying to stop the rapid beating of his heart as he attempted to swallow it all down.
Taehyung wasn’t a man of mercy. He pressed his palm into Jeongguk’s bulge, grinding it against him. “I know you have to cum too.” He said and Jeongguk licked his lips, panting against Taehyung’s spit soaked dick as it softened in his hand. “Just cum. I won’t tell anyone that you made a mess all over yourself.” He teased, but Jeongguk couldn’t . He couldn’t stain his clothes in cum, and have them get ruined. Taehyung wasn’t making it easy, fucking his palm against him, stroking his clothed length. “Cum for me, Jeongguk. Let me know how good you feel.” He purred and Jeongguk couldn’t help himself. The draw of Taehyung’s deep voice saying his name in such a sultry fashion made him burst. He whined, burning his face into Taehyung’s abs, panting against him as he came all over himself.
He hadn’t even caught his breath before Taehyung’s arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. Jeongguk got the idea of what he was doing, and shifted, throwing his leg over Taehyung’s so he could sit in his lap properly, and wrap his arms around his neck.
He felt Taehyung's fingers brush over the hair on the top of his head. “Careful.” He said softly, a warning so Jeongguk didn’t hurt himself on the roof of the car. He instead chose to duck his head into Taehyung’s neck, nuzzling into his warmth as he felt Taehyung’s fingers thread into his hair, gently massaging his scalp.
He sighed softly, cheeks still flushed, cum in his pants uncomfortable as fuck but he wasn’t moving. He needed this. He wanted to be held and Taehyung didn’t let him down. One arm around his back, and the other petting gently through his hair.
He felt lips at his temple, the softest kiss pressed there, “You okay?”
Jeongguk licked his lips, his fingers tracing the curve of Taehyung's broad shoulders. “Messy.” He complained, shifting to prove a point, but only settling more comfortably in his best friend’s lap. He heard Taehyung laugh softly, and then felt more kisses pressed to the side of his head.
“You really are cute, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk huffed softly, q pout on his lips. “What wasn’t cute was making me cum in my pants. Or not warning me before you did .”
“I couldn’t help it. You really cute fucking my hand.” Taehyung grinned and Jeongguk leaned back just so he could glare. But he did the movement without thinking, knocking his head against the roof, groaning softly. He reached up to soothe the spot but Taehyung’s hand was there first, gently cradling the crown of his head, “Baby, what did I say?” He tried to say it sweetly, but Jeongguk could hear the laugh caught in this throat, he could see the playfulness in his eyes.
“I fucking hate you.” Jeongguk whined, collapsing back down into his neck. “This is all your fault. You fucking suck.”
“Well technically—” Jeongguk’s hands pressed over his mouth before Taehyung could continue, and he glared weakly at the smile in Taehyung’s eyes. Jeongguk slowly lowered his hands, resting them on Taehyung’s shoulders. “I’m sorry.. but you have to admit.. it was fun.” He smirked, and Jeongguk flushed redder, only giving a short nod of his head. “We could even… do more.” Taehyung hinted, tilting his head some.
Jeongguk squeezed his shoulders, “Not in the car .” He hissed and Taehyung just laughed at him, wrapping his arms tight around him as he kissed Jeongguk’s chin. “I’m serious, hyung. Not in the car. ”
Taehyung ignored him in favor of pressing a kiss to his lips, then another, and one after that. “Of course not. Not the car.” He agreed, dragging Jeongguk into a deeper kiss, his hands sliding lower down his back. Jeongguk could already feel the warmth pooling in his gut again, but he let himself fall into Taehyung and his warm kiss.
His muscles were going to be so sore by the time they finally got to the cabin… Oh well.