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“Baby,” Hudson said as quietly as possible into the phone, holding back his internal screams.
“Hm?” his girlfriend asked absently into the phone. He could hear the click of her heels, presumably as she walked from her office building to the nearby parking garage. “What time is it in Italy, babe, like midnight?”
“Two AM.” Hudson was wedged into a corner in a room in some random Italian’s house, dripping in fancy furniture and fancier models. Fashion Week afterparties were a kick. Hopefully it was loud enough and filled enough with people who couldn’t understand English slang. “Baby, I need a hall pass.”
The heel clicks stopped abruptly. “Say more.”
“Do you know BTS?”
“I’ve heard of them,” she said dryly. “Which one? Not that there’s a bad one in that fuckin’ bunch.”
“Jungkook. The one with the tattoos? Hang on.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and mashed a few buttons. He stared down at the selfie he was sending - him and Jungkook, dark heads bent together, flashing heart fingers at the camera. Jungkook’s tattooed hand and a glimpse of his arm were prominent in the foreground.
“Babe,” she said, turning the word into about three syllables of admiration. “Hall pass granted.”
“Yeah?”
“Go hit that. As a personal favor to me. Take one for the team, or whatever.”
“On it,” he said, saluting thin air. “I will report back.”
“You better. Bye, babe, love you!”
“Love you!” Hudson hung up. He hummed the Mission: Impossible theme to himself as he hurried out into the hall, where he nearly rammed into Jungkook, standing just to the side of the door.
“Whoa,” Jungkook said, grabbing Hudson by the shoulders.
“You’re here!” Hudson said.
Jungkook laughed. “I told you I would stay. I don’t lie.” His English was on the slow side and occasionally hesitant, but his pronunciation was stellar and he was, as the two of them had established when they’d met earlier, miles better at it compared to Hudson’s handful of words in Korean.
Someone brushed up behind Hudson, laughing loudly and possibly spilling champagne on him, but he couldn't bother to check because that shoved him up against Jungkook. He watched Jungkook’s pupils dilate and was sure his own were doing the same.
“Hi,” Hudson said breathily.
“Hi.” Jungkook’s nose crinkled. How was he adorable and deadly hot at the same time? Hudson wondered if he could borrow that for a role, then turned the working part of his brain off.
“Can I ask you how to say something in Korean?” Hudson was operating about 95% on vibes here, but it hadn't steered him wrong yet in this whole unexpected fame thing. Except for the thing with the snake and the TV interview, but that barely counted.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Depends on what it is.”
Hudson got even closer and whispered-shouted in Jungkook’s ear, “How do I ask you to step on me?”
When he pulled his head back, Jungkook was smirking. “Joh-rule…”
“Joh-rule…”
“Bal-bah…”
“Bal-bah…”
“Joo-say-yo.”
“Joh-rule bal-bah joo-say-yo,” Hudson said, all in a rush.
Jungkook reached out a hand and snagged a random passerby. “Bathroom?” he asked loudly.
The woman pointed down the hall behind Hudson.
“Thank you.” Jungkook yelled at her retreating back. He turned Hudson around and nudged him forward.
The white and gold bathroom was huge - Hudson had had apartments with smaller bedrooms. There was a bidet, a giant jacuzzi, one of those rain shower things, and most promisingly, a chaise lounge in a fancy green pattern. It wasn’t the sturdiest piece of furniture he'd ever fucked on, but it had four legs and looked…well-stuffed. He bit back a slightly hysterical giggle as Jungkook turned the lock on the door and stepped forward.
Jungkook was wearing some sort of fancy-ish Calvin Klein outfit that might have been brown and frankly would have been boring as fuck if it had not been on one of the best bodies Hudson had ever seen. It looked even better being removed, as Jungkook peeled off the suit jacket. He folded it in half and laid it across the vanity. Hudson had a sudden flashback to shooting a scene as Shane, folding his clothes, and felt a wave of affection that startled him.
Jungkook was down to a tank top, though, and Hudson needed to get his head back in the game. Fortunately he was in a fairly easy to remove blue, gauzy dress shirt. He tugged it off, careful not to disturb the thin gold chains around his neck, and dropped it on top of Jungkook’s jacket.
Jungkook’s eyes lit up as he looked at Hudson shirtless. “Nice ink,” he said, stepping closer to trail the tip of his finger across the tiger on his bicep. Hudson shivered.
“Same,” Hudson said. He tugged on Jungkook’s shirt. “Show me?”
Jungkook pulled the tank top off, with Hudson’s help, and tossed it in the general direction of their other clothes.
Hudson put his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and rubbed a thumb over the burst of color at Jungkook’s collarbone. Jungkook made a soft noise, then leaned in for a kiss.
The kiss started a little shyly at first, but rapidly built in intensity, until Hudson was gasping into Jungkook’s mouth, hands tight on his waist. Jungkook started unbuttoning Hudson’s pants. Hudson thought that was a great idea, and tried to help, with the probably inevitable result of their hands tangling, making both of them laugh.
Jungkook leaned in for another kiss, then pulled Hudson’s hands away and placed them on his own shoulders. “Stay,” he said.
Hudson’s entire body reacted to that.
Jungkook grinned. “Oh yeah?”
He backed Hudson to the sink and moved Hudson’s hands off his shoulders until Hudson was clutching the vanity for dear life. “Stay,” he said again. Hudson stayed, feeling little involuntary shivers running through him. Jungkook went back to work, and in almost no time had Hudson’s cock out of his pants and briefs. He ran his hand up along it, one quick stroke, and Hudson made an involuntary high noise.
“Fuck me,” Hudson breathed.
“Okay,” Jungkook said.
Hudson snorted. “I didn’t bring condoms or anything. Did you--?”
Jungkook leaned forward. Hudson sucked in a breath as their hips brushed together, Jungkook’s clothes rubbing against Hudson’s dick. Jungkook was grabbing his jacket off the vanity and digging in an inside pocket. Hudson forced himself to not start humping Jungkook’s leg.
“There,” Jungkook said, and came up with a condom and a little packet of lube.
“Prepared,” Hudson said.
Jungkook pointed at himself. “Bulletproof boy scout.”
“Good point,” Hudson said. “Will you take your clothes off now, please?”
Jungkook made a considering face. “No,” he said finally.
“Oh, you’re a brat, I see.”
Jungkook made a tsking noise. “Rude.”
Hudson batted his eyes. “Sorry, hyung.”
That got him kissed within an inch of his life. Hudson grabbed the counter even harder and kissed back, lightheaded with arousal.
Jungkook finally leaned back. He grabbed Hudson’s hand and towed him across the room - carefully, so Hudson didn’t fall out of his clothes - and dropped him on his back on the chaise lounge. He dropped the condom next to him, then opened the lube packet and slicked up two fingers while Hudson, who was not stupid, kicked his pants and underwear far enough down that he could spread his legs for Jungkook.
Jungkook bent over Hudson, planting one hand on the cushion next to him, and leaned down for another kiss. Then he adjusted his position and rubbed his slick fingers over Hudson’s hole. Hudson shuddered and forced himself to relax, and was rewarded almost immediately when Jungkook started pushing a finger in.
It was good. It was so good. Hudson grabbed the arm of the chaise lounge with one hand and Jungkook’s waist with the other. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes as Jungkook worked him further and further open.
He was entirely surprised, then, when Jungkook sucked the tip of his already hard as fuck cock into his mouth. Hudson yelped and jerked his head up.
Jungkook pulled off, licking his lips and grinning at Hudson. “You don’t like it?”
“Brat. Brat-hyung,” Hudson said. “Fuck you. Do it again.”
Jungkook did, and this time Hudson kept eye contact despite the ache in his neck. Jungkook looked confident and in control, but Hudson could see the flush on his chest and his neck. He wasn't exactly unaffected.
Jungkook pulled his finger out - Hudson whined - and slid two in. Hudson held on as long as he could, until he felt like he was in serious danger of coming without Jungkook’s dick anywhere near him, then garbled out, “I'm good, get in me, fuck--”
Jungkook moved away and Hudson tried to make sense enough of his limbs to get up and turn over. Strong hands grabbed his waist and half-flipped, half-dragged him until he was draped over the arm of the chaise lounge, hands braced on the cushion beneath him.
“Do it,” he gritted out, and was rewarded with a smack on the ass that he felt down to his toes. He groaned loudly. Some small part of him wondered how thick that bathroom door was, but he just could not give a fuck, especially when Jungkook's cock rubbed up against him and finally, finally pushed in.
It was a lot. This wasn't the biggest cock he'd ever encountered, but it wasn't small. He wondered wildly who in BTS did have the biggest cock, and then Jungkook pushed in another inch and reset his brain like hitting a button on a video game.
“Ah!” He bent forward, resting his forehead on his braced hands.
“Good ‘ah'?” Jungkook panted behind him. Hudson felt a drop of sweat land on his shoulder.
“Yes,” Hudson said with some feeling, almost muffled by the cushion. “Yes, keep going, keep fucking me, ah, feels so good…”
“You feel so good,” Jungkook said, low and breathless. He bottomed out, and they both groaned. Jungkook rested his forehead against the back of Hudson’s neck for a moment, and Hudson managed to free a hand to reach up and around, to pat Jungkook’s head encouragingly.
Jungkook took a deep breath, the exhale fluttering against Hudson’s spine, and then leaned back, put his hands on Hudson’s hips, and started fucking him for real in smooth, firm strokes that had Hudson clenching his hands on the cushion.
“Fuck, fuck,” Hudson said, If he turned his head to the side a little he could look back and see Jungkook’s legs, boring brown pants and patterned pink underwear pushed just far enough down to let him fuck Hudson. Hudson groaned. He tried to rock back into Jungkook’s thrusts, but Jungkook’s hands were tight on his hips, keeping him exactly where Jungkook wanted him.
For a few long minutes the room was filled with nothing but Jungkook’s harsh breathing and Hudson’s higher-pitched gasps. Then, just as things started to really build, there was a knock on the door.
“Finito?” someone yelled.
Jungook said something in Korean under his breath and didn’t stop moving. Hudson knew even less Italian than Korean, but tried “Occupé!”
There wasn’t any more knocking, so Hudson assumed that had done the trick.
“Better hurry,” Jungkook said, letting go of Hudson’s hip and wrapping a hand around his cock instead.
“Thank God,” Hudson said into his arm.
Jungkook’s breath was hot on the back of Hudson’s neck again. “Come on, Hudson, come on--”
Hudson yelled something incoherent and came hard enough that his vision briefly whited out.
Jungkook fucked him through it and past that, and Hudson slumped over the arm of the chaise lounge, floating a little as Jungkook finally came, slumping down with a groan over Hudson’s back.
“Shit,” Hudson finally said.
“Yeah,” Jungkook agreed. He said something else in Korean that Hudson didn’t have the brainpower to even try to follow, and kissed the back of Hudson’s shoulder.
Hudson made a protesting noise as Jungkook pulled out, then took another minute to stay there with his weight on the chaise lounge, sorting out his breathing, as Jungkook moved around behind him. He came back with what turned out to be a damp towel from the vanity, cleaning Hudson up a little.
“Thank you,” Hudson said. He pushed himself up to standing, eyeing the poor cushion he’d just come all over, but it was patterned so hopefully it would go unnoticed for a while. He gingerly bent over to grab his pants and briefs and pull them back up. He turned around to see Jungkook, sadly back in his tank top, holding Hudson’s shirt out to him. Hudson smiled and took it, pulling it over his head as Jungkook shrugged back into his suit jacket.
They stood staring at each other for a moment. Then Hudson took a step forward and rested his hands on Jungkook’s hips, leaning in to kiss him.
“Hmm,” Jungkook said into the kiss. He pulled back and smiled at Hudson. “Thank you. That was fun.”
“Thanks, brat-hyung,” Hudson said, laughing at Jungkook’s offended face. He kissed Jungkook again, then ran a hand through his hair and squared his shoulders. “See you around.”
“I hope so,” Jungkook said, and followed him out of the bathroom, back into the noise of the party.