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Taehyung let out a heavy sigh, his eyes closed to shut out the neon light streaming just barely through the slatted window blinds of the hotel room. The bed shook almost violently as Jeongguk collapsed next to him, letting out a groan of exhausted.
“Too much dancing,” the youngest mumbled, burying his face into the pillows. It was late; they’d just gotten back from the last day of filming their music video. Their bodies ached, and their eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, yet they were filled with a proud sense of satisfaction and they knew that when it came time to do it all over again for their next comeback, they’d do it without hesitation.
“No such thing as too much dancing.” Taehyung yawned and pulled off his shirt, scratching at his chest. They should definitely take showers; they were sweaty and gross, but they’d been too tired to even turn the light on when they got back to the room. The idea of getting out of bed again to stand beneath the spray of the shower even for just five minutes seemed impossible.
For a few minutes, the two said nothing. The memories of the busy day sped through Taehyung’s mind; he always enjoyed somewhat hectic times because it meant there was always something to do, or someone to talk to or play with. Goofing off for the Bangtan Bombs camera was one of his favorite things to do in his downtime.
“Hey,” Taehyung tried to get Jeongguk’s attention, not caring if he'd fallen asleep already.
“Hmm?” It seemed as though he was still awake, if only barely.
“Did you like what she was wearing today?”
Jeongguk turned his head so he was resting on his cheek, looking up at Taehyung with a pleased smile. “It was so cute…”
Taehyung grinned and nodded, thinking of the girl that had been hired to run for coffee over the past few days. Seokjinhad given her the nickname of “The Caffienator” which was stupid, but made her giggle and blush as she rushed off to give the rest of the crew their coffee. The jealous look on Jeongguk’s face had been palpable, giving Taehyung plenty to tease Jeongguk with for the rest of the day.
That had been two days ago. Yesterday, Jeongguk openly admitted to being attracted to the petite girl carrying around wide boxes filled with various orders of coffee. Today, Jeongguk tried to talk to her. She’d been wearing a short brown skirt over thick black leggings and an oversized pastel pink hoodie that was so long it almost covered the entirety of her skirt. The hoodie had bunny ears attached, which either hung down her back or flopped long the side of her head depending on if her hood was pulled up or down. Many members of the crew seemed drawn to her, but she was shy and often sped away as soon as the cups left her little delivery box.
“You almost talked to her. Almost.” Taehyung laughed as Jeongguk gave a frustrated whine and buried his face into the pillows.
“I panicked! I didn’t know what to say!” The teen’s voice was muffled, but the agony was clear in his tone.
“You could have thanked her for the coffee!” Taehyung crowed, slapping the bed in amusement. The shy girl had given pause when she gave Jeongguk his drink, their fingers brushing momentarily as it passed between them. Taehyung remembered, perhaps with his own bit of jealously, how her cheeks had turned red as Jeongguk stammered out nonsensical words before they both quickly turned and parted ways. “God, you’re such a loser. How could you screw up that badly? She was totally into you!”
It wasn’t Jeongguk he was jealous of for talking to (or at least attempting to talk to) the girl. Taehyung let his laughter die down as the heaviness in his chest came back, thinking about how much he wished Jeongguk could look at him the same way he looked at that girl.
Taehyung glanced back over at Jeongguk who still had his face buried in the pillows. He grinned and shook his head. “And now you’ll never see her again.”
Jeongguk kicked his feet in a miniature temper tantrum in response.
“Well, that’s okay,” Taehyung sighed and shifted until his upper back was leaning against the pillows along the headboard. He tucked an arm behind his head and closed his eyes, relaxing with the comfort of knowing that they could sleep in a bit tomorrow. “At least now you can jerk off to her without getting embarrassed when you see her.”
Jeongguk made a spluttering noise, but kept his face pressed into his pillows.
“You’re not even denying it!” Taehyung loved teasing his friend. Sometimes Jeongguk just seemed so innocent and sweet, but really, who needed a thirty-minute shower? He couldn’t have been more obvious the night before as he reminded Taehyung for the third time not to bother him before disappearing into the bathroom. “Guess that’s why it was so difficult to talk to her day. Maybe you should have tried saying something along the lines of, ‘Hi, Cutie, I think about you when I get off. Wanna come back to my place?’”
“Tae!” Jeongguk exclaimed, pulling the pillow over his head before he died in shame. “Stop it!”
Taehyung let out a short bark of a laugh. “But it’s so much fun to tease you, Guk.” For a few moments, his eyes traced dancing lights behind his closed eyelids, thinking about Jeongguk in the shower, touching himself.
“Did you think about her today? In that skirt?” Taehyung didn’t know what motivated him to ask such a question. He kept his eyes closed, listening to Jeongguk shuffle in place. When he received no response, Tae continued, his voice quiet in the dark room. “Bet you would have liked to slip your hand beneath that skirt of hers.”
There was no denying the slight hitch in Jeongguk’s breathing as Taehyung spoke. The lack of protest gave Taehyung a strange sense of confidence, despite the overwhelming feeling of what, no, fuck, stop, what are you saying, stop being weird. “When she’s standing next to you, you can slide your hand beneath her skirt and between her legs. She feels hot, wet, even through her leggings.”
It was like Taehyung’s hearing was suddenly hyper-focused on the teen; he could hear him draw in each breath and hold it, like he was trying to keep it steady and calm but failing miserably. Even though Tae's words were not in the least bit arousing to himself, Taehyung could at least enjoy the idea that he was having some sort of effect on Jeongguk.
“You meet with her back by the changing stalls when no one is there,” Taehyung continues, his voice deep and husky. “You pull down her leggings, your fingers touching and rubbing her wetness, making her moan.”
Jeongguk took in a deep, shuddering breath, and Taehyung paused, wondering if the teen was going to tell him to stop. The words didn’t come. It seemed as though Jeongguk was waiting for him to keep going. Taehyung wondered idly if Jeongguk had ever done something like that with a girl before, or if he was simply living off his imagination and the images Taehyung was providing.
“She turns around and leans forward against the wall. You kneel behind her, pulling up her skirt so you can see everything. She’s so fucking wet, Guk, she’s wet for you.” A strange shuffling noise caused Tae to crack on eye open, glancing down at Jeongguk. Even in the dark room, he could see the teen’s hips rocking against the mattress beneath him.
Heat pooled into Taehyung’s loins, suddenly very aware of this strange situation he’d gotten himself into. His mind was filled with a weird buzzing noise, unable to continue the fantasy he was creating because holy fuck he was actually turning Jeongguk on and Jeongguk was actually going to get off on it.
“Oh my God,” Taehyung said, unable to hold himself back. “Are you humping the bed?”
Jeongguk let out a pitiful noise of frustration, shaking his head violently beneath the pillow. “No!”
“Wow, Jeongguk, you really are a pervert,” Taehyung mused, but he mentally berating himself from stopping Jeongguk because he wanted to see him fucking come right there in front of him. For a few minutes, it was all Taehyung could think about. He’d heard Jeongguk jerk off before if they were sharing a room and Taehyung couldn't sleep, but there was something different about the idea of the teen pleasuring himself so wantonly in front of him. It wasn’t even technically wantonly. Jeongguk was embarrassed, but was doing it anyway. Taehyung licked his lips, eyes fixated on the form of Jeongguk’s body against the bed, wishing to see it move once again.
“Bet you’d love to see it, though. Her spread out in front of you.” The older member felt his heart race at the sound of Jeongguk’s sharp inhale, expressing surprise that Taehyung was continuing. He kept his voice low, almost embarrassed by the words as they came from his mouth. “You can taste her, press your tongue into her, make her cry because she feels so good.”
Jeongguk’s long fingers gripped the pillow over his head tightly, like he was fighting against his own arousal. It was sexy as fuck.
“Would you fuck her like that?” Taehyung was breathless when he posed the question. He hoped that if Jeongguk noticed, he would assume it was from his own story and not the sight of Jeongguk slowly pressing his hips downward again. “Do you want to know what it’s like to slide your dick into her?”
Keeping his hips pressed down, Jeongguk shifted his weight, leveraging his elbows to shift his entire body slowly against the bed. Taehyung had to bite his lip against a sound of approval, listening to Jeongguk’s muffled and labored breathing from beneath the pillow.
“She fucking loves it, Guk, you’re fucking her so good – your cock is fucking her so hard she can barely say the words she wants, ‘Oh my God, more!’” Taehyung’s fingers flexed and ball into a fist as he tried not to grab at his own rock hard erection; He didn’t want any distraction from Jeongguk’s agonizingly slow pace. Fuck, didn’t Jeongguk want to come? Or was he just teasing himself?
Taehyung took a deep breath and licked his lips. He wished he could be beneath that hard body, letting Jeongguk grind against him. He couldn’t stop his hand from gripping his member through his pants. All he could hear were Jeongguk’s soft pants and the subdued rustling of fabric on fabric. In his arousal, Taehyung completely forgot about the fantasy he was supposed to be narrating, instead focusing on the teen’s body.
Jeongguk never once moaned or whimpered - just breathed, deep, shaky inhales and quick, huff-like exhales, until he suddenly held his breath.
Taehyung watched like some sort of witchcraft as Jeongguk’s body drew within itself, his back arching slightly off the bed, pressing his groin even tighter against the surface beneath him, fingers gripping blankets tightly. The older singer clutched at his dick when he realized Jeongguk was fucking coming. He could tell by the teen’s posture, by the way his tremoring body subtly shook the bed. Tae’s mouth hung open in fascination as Jeongguk's body lost its tension and relaxed back onto the bed. Jeongguk let out the breath he’d been holding, air rushing from his lungs in a loud sigh.
Taehyung didn’t say anything. He couldn’t say anything. He’d literally just watched Jeongguk get off right in front of him. Words couldn’t express the mixed bag of emotions he was experiencing at that moment. Happiness? No, too cheery. Excitement? Yes, but tinged with a bit of longing? That wasn’t the right word.
The singer jumped as Jeongguk sat up, knocking the pillow aside. Even in the dark room, even with the discoloring from neon lights streaming through the blinds, Taehyung could tell his face was flushed and sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead and lips wet from spit. Holy shit, the image of Jeongguk’s face buried into the mattress, hidden by a pillow, his hot breath nearly suffocating him as he pleasured himself – Taehyung bit back a whimper.
“I – uh – sorry.” Jeongguk was the first to speak. He scratched his head, completely embarrassed by what he’d just done.
“No, uh,” Taehyung swallowed, his tongue thick in his mouth. “’S cool. You’re just a kid. Gotta enjoy yourself.”
The two sat in silence for a moment before Jeongguk stood up, mumbling something about needing a shower. Taehyung held his breath as he watched the teen disappear into the bathroom, not letting himself relax until he heard the water turn on.
“Holy fuck,” Taehyung whimpered, ripping open his jeans and grabbing his erection. He stroked himself with a fervor, thinking only of Jeongguk’s quiet and almost gentle climax. How the fuck was he able to get himself off like that? Whenever Tae jerked off or rubbed himself against something, he needed it hard and fast. The pace Jeongguk had set for himself had seemed almost arduous to Taehyung, like he’d hold himself on the edge forever without ever getting off.
But he did get off.
Tae whimpered, his fist pumping his cock, replaying the sounds of Jeongguk’s orgasm in his head on repeat. Holy fuck, how could breathing be such a fucking turn on? Jeongguk came in his pants, getting himself off to some stupid story Taehyung had spun for him. Tae let his head fall back against the headboard, precome leaking over his fingers. It was so stupidly arousing. The idol could feel the heat building within him.
Unable to properly control his limbs, Taehyung’s legs stretched out, toes curling, until finally he fucking came, come bursting from his cock across his bare stomach. Muscles twitched and tensed and Taehyung continued to pull his dick until there was nothing left. He let out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, easing up his hold on his softening member.
The water turned off.
Taehyung bolted upright, heart still racing. “Shit,” he muttered. He was covered in his own come. Jeongguk couldn't see him like this. The idol snatched up the shirt he’d discarded earlier and wiped himself off. The sound of the door unlocking sent him into a panic. He threw down the shirt and dove beneath the covers, squeezing his eyes shut.
Tae could hear Jeongguk shuffling around the room. The nervous singer held his breath, hoping Jeongguk hadn’t heard his strained breathing just a moment before. He flinched as the bed dipped beneath Jeongguk’s weight. It seemed as though he was just going to go to bed. Tae finally let himself breath – quietly.
Holy shit.
He still couldn’t believe what had just happened. Maybe next time – no. Tae couldn’t let himself think about even a possibility that this was going to happen again. He couldn’t let his crush on Jeongguk get in the way of proper decision making. It was inappropriate to tell him stupid stories in hopes that he would get off. It wasn’t fair to Jeongguk. After all, he had no idea that Taehyung harbored a major crush on him.
Tae took a deep breath and rolled onto his back, eyes following the dim pink and blue rays glowing in the otherwise dark room, feeling almost depressed. He shouldn’t have continued talking. He should have just stopped and let Jeongguk get himself off in the shower like he had the previous night.
“Taehyung?”
Tae’s breath caught in his throat, the deep voice coming so unexpectedly. “Uh, what?” There was a slight pause filled with the rustling of bed covers as Jeongguk rolled over to look at him. Taehyung felt his heart race as their gaze met in the low lighting. He could see the pink and blue lights reflecting in the dark shiny orbs that were Jeongguk’s eyes.
Jeongguk hesitated, and for a split second Tae’s mind went off on a wild fantasy of the teen confessing his feelings for him. “You’re really fucking pervy.”
Tae flushed from head to toe, his fantasy shattered. Oh God, did Jeongguk know that he’d watched the whole time? “I – uh –“
Jeongguk laughed softly and shook his head. “Sorry. I just meant the story you told. It was good. But really pervy.”
“O-Oh,” Taehyung stammered and let out a breathless laugh. “That’s nothing. I got way better stories.”
“Tell me one tomorrow?”
The older singer practically choked on his own spit. “I – what? I’m sorry?”
Jeongguk rolled slightly to push his face into the mattress and Taehyung had a sudden, vivid flashback to him rocking against the bed not too long before. “Sorry, nevermind.” The teen’s voice was muffled.
“No, no, I can.” Fuck! Shut up, shut up! “I mean, if you’d like.” God fucking damn it, Taehyung.
Jeongguk shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “If it’s not weird.”
“Oh, it’s super fucking weird,” Taehyung assured him, laughing as he buried his face again. God, there was just something that was so freaking adorable about seeing Jeongguk, who so often tried to be a manly-man, blush and fidget in embarrassment. “Just don’t tell anyone.” He grimaced. There weren't many things creepier to say than that. “But you know, liking my pervy stories makes you just as pervy.”
Jeongguk grinned. “Yeah, I know.” He shifted until he was on his side again, facing away from Taehyung. “G’night.”
Tae held back a sigh, closing his eyes as he questioned his sanity. “Goodnight, Guk.”