Namjoon is horny. Actually, he is always just kind of horny, living in a low, constant hum of arousal that always becomes amplified post-show. Post-show, when his nerves get all jittery and he's riding high on endorphins and needs somewhere (or somebody) to channel his overabundance of energy. But he never has somebody to give the tornado of feelings that rages deep down low in his guts. He's in his hotel room and it's morning with an hour or so to kill before they go to the venue. So he decides to finally do something about it.
Normally he would watch porn and jerk off to satiate his need for sex both pre and post-show. But the other day he was talking to his friend about how lonely he has become lately with all the traveling for work. Even though he’s with his best friends and is constantly surrounded by people, they aren’t exactly the kind of company he craves. And he can only masturbate so much before it becomes not enough. He needs to touch. He needs to touch somebody.
So his friend told him about an app called Jack'd and Namjoon realized this morning he is finally desperate enough to download it. He sets up his profile in advance, hoping maybe he can finally find some poor sap to suck his dick after the show. Or maybe fuck him. He’s not picky, but either would be nice. Or both.
Nervous, he watches as it downloads, gnawing at his bottom lip. Once it finally finishes, he opens it to create a profile, instantly stuck on what his username should be. He needs to be extremely careful. He needs a name that doesn’t give himself away to any potential fans. He doesn’t need to see a Dispatch article about him being a pathetic sap of an idol who had to resort to hookup apps to get his dick sucked. He needs something broad. Something that won’t give him away to a fanboy. Something generic.
Welcome to Jack'd, shyguy94!
First up: pictures. He’s tried online dating only once before, when he was 20 and longing for love that might fix him from feeling overworked already from their debut. And he was jealous of his regular friends who had normal dating lives. He posted moody pictures of himself, kinds of pictures that a 20 year old consumed by feelings would post. Every message he got were a variation on, “OMG are you Rap Monster? LOL!!!!!”. Zero compliments on his use of chiaroscuro or how cool and fashionable he looked. It was a mistake. This time around he needs pictures that don’t show his face so those embarrassing messages can be avoided.
But this is a hookup app. People are looking to have sex with a person, not sepia toned landscapes and poignant poetry quotes. It’s about sexual attraction, pure and simple. He needs to show off his body, so he decides to upload something current. Stripping out of his clothes, he leaves only his boxers on, then opens the door to the balcony in his room. There's a nice breeze, and the sun shines in his room just so that the rays accent every surface they touch with an inviting golden hue. He props his phone up and sets the timer, then sits with his legs spread wide in the chair on the balcony. An open invitation.
The results are good, artfully cropped so that just his lips are in frame, and his torso and muscles look toned but still slightly soft enough to not seem intimidating. He's approachable. He uploads it, along with a picture of his sandy feet on the shores of Australia. There should be a picture of his hands, too. So guys know he’s chill with hand stuff. And he knows just the one. But it's on Hoseok's phone.
Seokie, do you have that picture you took of my hands when I found that little lizard in Australia? Do you know what one I’m talking about?
Can you send it, please?
What do you need it for...... heheheehehehe......
I just like it
That picture is months old and all of a sudden you need it now...........
Send it please!!
who are you sending it to
Is it for an app
i knew it
don’t make me talk about this
Jung Hoseok sent an image.
can’t i be a little proud of u though
Namjoon adds the image to the rest of his pictures and he looks good. Sufficiently fuckable. Finally, he’s onto his bio, the thing all of his friends tell him that makes or breaks a profile. So he just types in the first thing that comes to mind: a few lines from an English poem that he read a few months ago that really resonated.
you only have to let the soft animal of your body / love what it loves
He doesn’t bother translating it, thinking it’ll just seem cooler to have an English sentence in his profile. He wants to seem cool, no matter how lame that is. He wants to be cool enough to fuck.
He breathes in, deep, and holds it. Presses the save button and watches in agony for confirmation his profile is now live. It’s fine. He can do this. He can be casual and hook up with somebody. Other famous people do it all the time. He’ll be fine. It’ll be fine.
It’s been hours now and Namjoon is still scrolling through potential nearby matches. They’re at the venue, and Namjoon is waiting for his turn with the wardrobe noonas so they can do any last minute tailoring on the new outfits they’re premiering on stage tonight. So he’s just swiping. And swiping. And swiping. It’s like a game almost, some sick sort of game called something like, “Can I Imagine Myself Having Sex With This Human?” He isn’t getting many matches or messages. Most of them are variations of “Dick?” or “Let me see your face” which, stresses Namjoon out. He needs to be wooed a little first. Stroke his brain, his ego, before going for dick.
A new match message pings.
MuscleHxg58 likes you!
Namjoon snorts at the name. There’s no way somebody with that sort of username will amount to anything, but the tightness still comes in his chest, the unknown of a new message never not overwhelming and exciting. Maybe this will be the one. The one he fucks, he means. Nothing else.
Opening the message, Namjoon is presented with a quite poignant introduction.
Namjoon breathes a sigh of relief that there’s no way this goes anywhere. He gives MuscleHxg58 one message until he’s asking for a dick pic. He clicks on the dude’s profile.
His default is also a headless picture (like Namjoon’s), a mirror selfie (unlike Namjoon’s), clearly at the gym. Dressed in a long sleeve black shirt, he’s lifting up his shirt to reveal a solid and intimidating set of abs. The picture should be extremely scummy and depressing as most mirror selfies tend to be. Yet the casualness, the lack of his shirt being completely off, the looseness of the shirt and sweat stain at the neck, the harsh gym lighting… it all is weirdly titillating to Namjoon. This guy doesn’t give a fuck in a way that’s exciting.
that pic with ur strong hands and the carb
Namjoon quickly scrolls through his pictures again, forgetting everything he uploaded the second after it finished. No crab photo, just the one of him and his little lizard friend. Oh god. Does this guy not know what crabs or lizards look like?
...That’s a lizard.
yeah i know lol
i was trying to use a complicated way to compliment your hands
it was dumb
didn’t u see i said they were strong
He breathes a sigh of relief and that familiar swirl of nerves picks up in his belly.
ur body is really fucking hot
like really hot
Namjoon blushes at the forwardness. Nobody has ever been that blunt to him about his attractiveness. Okay, well, maybe one person has. But Jungkook doesn’t really count. This guy is probably just trying to butter him up so they can fuck. And it’s somehow working.
I mean, yours is too.
I’m sure you get that a lot.
people have said it yeah
but nobody who matters like you
Flushing again, Namjoon nervously clicks out of the chat and into the dude’s profile, trying to find out more about him. Maybe there will be a clue that he’s just a bot. He scrolls through the pictures: headless and in varying states of half-assed undress showing off his incredibly fit body. There’s one of the guy’s bulge in boxer briefs, with a hand next to it giving a thumbs up. His bio just reads: “it’s me!” As a whole, it’s all pretty stupid, yet still hasn’t turned Namjoon off. If anything it’s just made him more interested. But, the GPS saying how far he is from Namjoon is clearly broken because it says MuscleHxg58 is under 500 meters away.
You’re making me flustered.
Namjoon’s dick twitches.
i’ve never done anything like this before
Wait, not now
I’m busy until later
Like late tonight
But you need to be discreet
We need to be discreet. Like, super discreet.
And then, nothing. Radio silence. Great. Namjoon probably scared him off by stressing how discreet they need to be. MuscleHxg58 probably thinks Namjoon is some poor married sap trying to cheat. And who even joins a hookup app to make an appointment for hours later? Isn’t it usually like something to happen right then and there? Isn’t that kind of the whole draw? You’re in this area, I’m in this area. Cool, now let’s blow each other and then go our separate ways. Now Namjoon is gonna have to find somebody else. But nobody seemed as interesting as MuscleHxg58 did. Everyone was trying too hard in this way that’s so unattractive to Namjoon. He wanted somebody easy. He wanted somebody who didn’t give a fuck. He wanted…
work distracted me for a sec
I thought I scared u off
you’re too hot to scare me off
like impossible to scare me off
bc ur really hot
i need my mouht on those thixck
Blood rushes to Namjoon’s dick. He wishes MuscleHxg58’s dumb texts weren’t this effective. But, fuck, there’s something so exciting about him. His forwardness and simplicity with words is exciting.
You’re really making me blush
when u were talking about being discreet b4
was that ur complicated way
of telling me ur famous
Like you might have to sign something later
omg who are u
are u in a boy band
u must be an idol right
r u korean
r u dean
please tell me ur dean
I am not Dean, and I’m pretty positive Dean is straight, unfortunately.
he’s so hot
u also are super hot
How do you even know?
You can’t see my face
I don’t know what you look like for that matter either
i can just tell
those fuckin g thghihs
there’s no way ur not the hottest human being on the planet
and i am also pretty hot so don’t worry
i’m hot and i want to fuck you
The breath hitches in Namjoon’s throat.
So you’re okay if we get together later?
im ready now but i can wait
Another thrill prickles throughout Namjoon. Still amazed at how the minimal amount of conversation can work him up, Namjoon decides to see this through. MuscleHxg58 will arrive at his hotel room door at midnight.
Namjoon is sprawled out on a mat in the green room. He can’t stop thinking about his meeting later. Every few minutes he circles back into the app to reread their messages and look at MuscleHxg58’s pictures again. He really is so hot, Namjoon thinks, even without seeing his whole face. One picture has his mouth, lips parted, bottom lip full and slick with spit or maybe gloss. There’s a hint of a beauty mark underneath, and it makes the dark, unnamed thing in the pit of his stomach stir. And then: a new message alert.
i cant stop thinking about u
Namjoon reflexively sucks at his lip. He really shouldn’t let himself get this worked up before a show. He needs to focus on warming up, but the thrill of the impending hookup courses through his veins.
I wish we could now
I want you
but I have to work
You’re distracting me
i’m distracting you?
bc you’re thinking about me sucking your cock ?
Heat surges from the pit in Namjoon’s stomach to the surface, warming him all over. He nervously drops his phone on his chest, as if that’ll get the image out of his head of this faceless, yet excruciatingly hot dude deep-throating Namjoon’s far too big dick. Namjoon chokes a little on his spit and sits up, looking around the room, checking if anybody saw, as if anybody else could see what’s going on on the phone screen that’s two inches in front of his eyes.
bc ur thinking about my mouth?
on your thighs
hope u don’t have a photoshoot where they put u in shorts anytime soon
Namjoon scans the room: Yoongi passed out on the couch with Jimin propped up next to him on his Nintendo Switch. Taehyung doodles at a table nearby. Jin and Hobi are probably eating together. Jungkook sits slumped in a chair on his phone, legs stretched out in front of him, probably playing some game. He looks up at Namjoon for a second, and smiles at him, tight lipped. Namjoon can’t control the blush that comes, as if Jungkook is able to see through him and read the sexts he’s getting during work. Laying back down, Namjoon rereads the messages.
But I don’t know if you can take me though
I’m pretty big
I don’t want to sound arrogant but
It’s just a fact
It’s big and now hard because of
The piercing screech of a chair leg against laminate floor interrupts Namjoon mid-thought. Namjoon glances up to the source of the noise. Across the room Jungkook must have gotten to a tough level in his mobile game, because he’s scrambling to equalize his balance on his chair. Now he’s sitting up attentive and straight in the chair, legs tightly crossed, posture of a military cadet. Glancing up at Namjoon, there’s a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead and he smiles another tight lipped smile before returning to his phone. Namjoon doesn’t want Jungkook to suddenly decide to come over and bother him, but thankfully Jungkook looks pretty wrapped up in the game, fingers tapping furiously against the screen.
lucky for you
that doesn’t intimidate me
i have a big mouth
and i’m really good with it
with my mouth
when i put my mind to something
i can take it all
i mean… do it all
You’ve got me so hard
I want to
Everything drains out of Namjoon’s body in an instant. All his blood is replaced with ice. Cold shock. He looks up from his phone and finds Jungkook’s big doofus eyes staring back at him.
“Y-yeah?” Namjoon coughs out, trying to will his hardness down a little bit, praying Jungkook’s eyes don’t wander past his torso where his pathetic half chub lies. But of course after he thinks it, Jungkook’s eyes do exactly that. Namjoon watches Jungkook’s adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“I was gonna go get a drink from the craft service table. Do you… um, do you... want to come with me? And look at the table? I mean get a drink? Are you, you thirsty?”
“No. No thank you.”
Jungkook smiles awkwardly, then takes off the two sizes too big sweatshirt he was wearing. His shirt underneath rides up a little, exposing a sliver of his taut belly, and there’s a flash of a feeling in Namjoon’s head involving the words “delicious” and “biteable”. Is biteable even a word? Jungkook tosses the sweatshirt onto Namjoon’s stomach.
“You seemed, um… cold, hyung. Or whatever. Okay, bye,” Jungkook says, then walks out before Namjoon can say anything in response.
After wrestling with the shame of Jungkook seeing his pre-show boner due to minimal texting with a headless man, Namjoon manages to get through the show. He only thinks about the guy like maybe fifteen times during the show. Namjoon considers himself a superhuman as he manages to not miss a line in his rap when the image of him kissing MuscleHxg58’s thighs flashes in his mind’s eye. His strength is immeasurable. But now it’s over and fuck, he’s fucking horny. When he gets back into his hotel room, amped from the thrill of a successful concert and his impending dick appointment, Namjoon thoroughly cleans himself, so he’s ready for anything. He is ready for anything. Anything. He’s horny enough to do anything. Absolutely fucking anything.
He dresses in his nicest looking sweats, wearing his nicest looking boxers underneath. It seems silly to even put on underwear, since everything is just gonna come off, but Namjoon wants to look good. The sweats are tight around his legs, especially his thighs, in a way that usually makes Namjoon self-conscious. Like his body is just too big and dumb to be contained by the poor fabric of his pants. But he remembers wearing them once around Jungkook and Jungkook’s awkward stuttery reaction to them, mumbling something about stress on the seams, so Namjoon guesses they must be pretty okay looking on.
Turning on his bluetooth speaker he thankfully always packs, he puts on a playlist of Dean songs, smiling to himself at his little wink that MuscleHxg58 is sure to appreciate. Namjoon is already a little hard at the anticipation of the hookup. He’s truly been half-hard all day. But what if MuscleHxg58 isn’t hot? There’s no way. With that body? Please.
A knock at the door. It’s 11:45. They agreed on midnight. Why would he arrive fifteen minutes early? What kind of psychopath comes to a hookup early? Sweat starts pouring out of Namjoon’s palms as he stands to look through the peephole. Oh god. Not now.
“What are you doing here, Kook-ah?” Namjoon grumbles through the door, pressing his forehead against it and sighing.
Jungkook knocks again.
“Hyung, let me in,” Jungkook whines through the door in between incessant knocks.
“No. I’m busy. Go to bed.”
“Hyung, what are you busy doing? Besides listening to Dean at 11:45 at night?” Jungkook sing-songs, pounding. “I wanna come in and listen to Dean, too!”
Huffing and puffing, Namjoon unlocks the door, thinking that maybe Jungkook will read the sternness on his face and understand that Namjoon needs him to leave before MuscleHxg58 shows up and thinks Namjoon wants a threeway. Which Namjoon doesn’t. Or maybe...
He opens it up just a crack, squeezing his face in the space, opening his mouth to say something before Jungkook uses brute force and pushes the door fully open, waltzing inside.
“Kook-ah!” Namjoon yells, restrained, stomping behind him.
Jungkook flops down on the armchair near the bed, blue pajama shorts riding up a little as he spreads his legs open in immediate comfort, adjusting his dick as he sits down with one of his hands and he looks a little… hard. Namjoon quickly pushes that thought out of his head. It’s probably just because Namjoon himself has been horny all day so his mind is just seeing things he wants to see. Wait, doesn’t want to see. And god, Namjoon can’t help but notice Jungkook’s mop of freshly washed hair, skin looking clean and dewy. Thighs looking juicy and enticing. No. Not now.
“Jungkookie,” Namjoon starts, rubbing his temples. “I really nee—”
“I love this song,” Jungkook interrupts.
“Yeah. I know you like it. But like. Please,” Namjoon says, skin on fire with nerves.
“Please what, hyung?” Jungkook smirks, pushing up the leg of his shorts more to scratch a particularly high up itch that Namjoon can’t help but watch, mouth a little slack. He’s just already worked up at the idea of the hook-up and Jungkook is here with his beautiful body on display it’s only natural to feel a little something toward him given the circumstances. God, Namjoon wants to suck on tho—
“My face is up here, hyung,” Jungkook laughs and it snaps Namjoon out of his horny cartoon wolf hypnosis.
“I’m expecting somebody, Kook-ah. I need you to leave before he gets here. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea of what he’s in for tonight,” Namjoon says, stern, looking pointedly not at Jungkook. The generic hotel wall art is particularly beautiful to Namjoon this evening. It contains no dicks. No Jungkook dick. No Jungkook thighs. Great stuff.
“Wow, hyung. I didn’t know you were seeing somebody. Kind of offended you didn’t tell me,” Jungkook says.
“I’m not seeing anybody,” Namjoon blurts out.
“So then… does that mean… oh my god, are you hooking up with somebody?” Jungkook laughs.
“Please, Kook-ah,” Namjoon says, walking over to him and grabbing him by the arm, pulling for him to stand up. He doesn’t move because he weighs approximately 70,000 kilos.
“I didn’t know you had it in you, hyung,” Jungkook laughs, easily pushing Namjoon away from him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, you don’t seem like the hookup type,” Jungkook states, very obviously adjusting his dick again.
“Well, I am now,” Namjoon grumbles, averting his eyes from Jungkook’s hard-to-miss boner, and grabs him by the arm once more.
“Wait, this is my favorite part of the song,” Jungkook says, taking Namjoon’s wrist in his grasp and squeezes for him to stay still, fingers digging into his pulse, making it quicken even more.
His eyes flutter shut, pretty lashes fanned out, then licks his rosy lips and sings along with Dean. Jungkook has sung along to songs loads of times in front of Namjoon. It’s nothing new. Yet, there’s something. Something. Something.
I got intentions, baby
But, I’m feelin’ reckless, baby
I need your blessin’, baby
I’ll fuck you if you let me, baby
Jungkook opens his eyes, mouth curling into a smirk as he sings the last line, looking directly at Namjoon. The heat in Namjoon’s stomach lurches forward, feeling like it’s going to rip out of him. His dick twitches for the millionth time that day, skin tingling hot and cold. It’s a big mass of feelings hovering steadily behind his dick and he wants to save it all for MuscleHxg58. It is not for Jungkook just because he’s here in front of Namjoon with his warm, beautiful body.
“It’s ‘I’m getting restless.” Namjoon says, quiet, while Jungkook’s grip remains clamped around his wrist and Namjoon’s heart thumps fast in his chest.
“What?” Jungkook’s smirk dissolves into a confused look.
Namjoon wonders if Jungkook can feel how much his pulse quickens.
“You sang ‘feeling reckless’ when it was supposed to be ‘getting restless’. It completely changes the intention of the line,” Namjoon explains.
Jungkook stares at Namjoon for a second, processing, then blurts out laughter.
“Oh my god, hyung. Who cares?” Jungkook sighs.
“I’m just saying,” Namjoon replies, quiet. As if the tone of his voice will make his boner chill out.
“Well, I am feeling reckless, hyung,” Jungkook says, voice pitched low. “I mean, shyguy94.”
Namjoon feels like he got hit by a truck. A massive fucking oil tanker truck. A clean hit. His body is catapulting across the metaphorical highway. His body petrifies, eyes massive as Jungkook holds his gaze, color and life fully draining from his body. What did he just say?
“What did you just say?”
Jungkook lets go of Namjoon’s hand and stands up, his big round nose and stupid pretty lips inches away from Namjoon’s own.
“Shyguy94,” Jungkook repeats, close enough to Namjoon’s mouth that he can ever so slightly feel the warmth of his breath on his lips. “Can I kiss you now?”
“What? What!? No!” Namjoon shrieks, pushing Jungkook to sit back down in the armchair, which Jungkook easily does with a flop.
Scrambling away from him, Namjoon pants and perches on the furthest corner of the bed, far enough away from Jungkook’s grasp and his pajama shorts and his heavy lidded gaze and his kissable mouth.
“What is going on?” Jungkook asks, confused.
“That’s what I would like to know!” Namjoon shouts. “How do you… What do you… Is this a prank?”
“What? No!” Jungkook grumbles. “Are you messing with me?”
“What are you talking about?! How do you know my Jack’d username?!” Namjoon continues, hysterical.
“I-I thought you knew it was me!”
“It? What? Who?” Namjoon rambles.
“MuscleHog58, hyung,” Jungkook states. “I thought it was obvious. I thought you knew it was me. I thought we were just doing like, like, a thing. Role playing thing. Like pretending. I assumed you could tell it was me. It felt, like, so obvious. You really didn’t know?”
“No! What!” Namjoon shouts, heart thumping so fast it’ll explode at any second. Then his expression turns to confusion. “Wait, I thought it was MuscleHug58.”
“I thought the x was a placeholder for ‘u’ and it meant it was hug.”
“Why would it be that?” Jungkook laughs.
“Why would it be hog?”
“Because that’s gayer than a hug, hyung,” Jungkook huffs.
“I don’t know about that,” Namjoon states. “Why didn’t you just use pig like a normal person?”
“Hog sounds more hardcore. Would you rather fuck a pig or a hog?” Jungkook says dryly.
“Oh my god,” Namjoon says, laughter bubbling up in his throat at Jungkook’s delivery, then shakes his head, realizing he should be mad again. “But just. Why didn’t you just come out and tell me it was you? Make sure I was on board before you started some bizarre roleplaying thing.”
“Hyung, I swear, I thought you knew it was me. My moles were in the pictures… I mean that’s how I knew you were you.”
“That one on your chest. Your stomach. I’ve seen you shirtless enough to remember them. Not to mention our matching lip one,” Jungkook replies, crossing his arms.
“I can't believe you remember my moles.”
“I can't believe you don’t remember mine.”
Namjoon grumbles and falls back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. And then he thinks back to MuscleHxg58’s pictures. He should’ve recognized Jungkook’s muscles and pouty lips and strong hands. He should’ve recognized all those aspects of MuscleHxg58 because he’s spent a lot of time focused on those parts of Jungkook. But, when he thinks about those parts of Jungkook, he sees him as a whole being, not as some hot faceless photos on a hook-up app.
But why did he have to match with one of the very small handful of people in the world that he should not match with? Is the universe trying to tell him he should never have sex? That’s probably it. This is what he gets.
“I can’t believe this,” Namjoon sighs.
“Yeah, I know. So…” Jungkook says.
“When are we gonna... y’know…”
Namjoon sits up straight, eyes almost falling out of his head they’re bulging so hard.
“Absolutely not,” Namjoon says, trying for firm, but it comes out a little more squeaky than he would like.
“What do you mean?” Jungkook replies, upset.
“You need to actually go back to your room. Right now. Right this instant. We aren’t even entertaining this,” Namjoon says, not even convincing himself.
“Hyung, that makes no sense. I know you want me. I want you. We said it to each other. It’s not that big of a deal if we mess around a little,” Jungkook whines. “Taehyung and Jimin have done it before loads of times and they’re fine!”
Namjoon sighs, holding himself back from scolding Jungkook’s sudden drop in honorifics, as to not derail the conversation more.
“Taehyung and Jimin are freaks of nature and should not be used as a good example in any case.”
“Hyung, you had a boner from texting me earlier. You have a boner now. Stop being weird and just… just let me suck your dick,” Jungkook says, plainly. Matter-of-factly.
“It would be wrong… I would be taking advantage of you… I’m your hyung…” Namjoon logics, losing steam, erection still an ever present problem that needs addressing whether Namjoon likes it or not.
“Yeah, right. You taking advantage of me. That’s a good one.”
Jungkook gets to his feet and walks over in front of Namjoon. It’s difficult for Namjoon to miss the tent in his pajama shorts, and it’s doubly difficult when that erection is only a few centimeters from his face. Jungkook palms himself through the blue shorts, flimsy fabric not leaving much to the imagination, looking down at Namjoon.
“Come on, hyung. You said earlier I was making you hard,” Jungkook purrs. “I know you’re still hard. I have eyes, y’know.”
“Go back to your chair,” Namjoon pleads, pushing him away by the hip, his hands itching to touch him more, itching to slide up the leg of his shorts, to touch him everywhere, but he resists. “Go back and sit and give me a second while I think.”
Jungkook puffs out a disdainful noise and complies, settling back into his chair.
“You know you’re teasing me right now, hyung. That’s so not cool,” Jungkook states, wiggling in the chair, hands planted firmly on the seat between his thighs.
“You really should just go back to your room,” Namjoon sighs.
“If you really wanted me gone, you would’ve gotten rid of me already,” Jungkook offers. “But I know you don’t want me to leave. Do you?”
“Shut up,” Namjoon says. “Please. Please.”
“Hyung, you can’t have me leave the room with a raging boner. That’s just… It’s mean. What if one of the security hyungs sees me leaving your room with a boner?”
“They’ve seen worse, Kook-ah. And mean? I’m being mean? Why are you making this so hard?” Namjoon whines.
“Why are you? Wait, wait. Why are you making ME so hard? Get it?” Jungkook laughs, proud of his easy joke.
Namjoon groans. As much as he doesn’t want to be, he is in fact still hard. Just like Jungkook, who is clearly ready and willing like Namjoon is, as much as Namjoon doesn’t want to admit to it. Namjoon is just so nervous about it making things complicated and weird. It seems like such a bad idea. What if they catch feelings?
But they both are so fucking horny. Obviously. And it feels like a waste of a perfectly good opportunity if they don’t do something. Isn’t it kind of kismet for a hookup to be with somebody that Namjoon doesn’t have to vet? Somebody he doesn’t have to worry about whether or not they would go to the press? It makes it beyond easy. And maybe if they just do a little something together, Namjoon will have that ever present obnoxious voice saying, “Fuck something, you must fuck something,” finally stop and give him some peace. God, it would be really nice for his dick to shut up for a while.
“Okay. What if…” Namjoon starts, feeling crazy he’s even entertaining the idea, but he only has so much strength.
“Yes?” Jungkook says, arms still firm and straight between his thighs.
And then, he starts grinding against them, mouth falling open ever so slightly, little satisfied sounds escaping his lips.
“S-stop that,” Namjoon breaks out, mesmerized by the fluid roll of Jungkook’s hips, the mindless grinding of his cock against sinewy forearm.
“Stop what,” Jungkook replies, picking up his pace, soft moans coming quicker. Namjoon’s dick twitches from Jungkook’s breathlessness. From the whine of the creaky armchair underneath Jungkook’s weight. Fuck.
“Stop doing that,” Namjoon says, and he has no control over himself when he palms at his cock through his sweats, bliss washing over him for a second at the quick relief it gives from the aching heat.
“It feels good, h-hyung,” Jungkook pants, biting his lip. “But it would feel better… with...”
“We can’t… we shouldn’t touch,” Namjoon starts, letting his legs relax, slipping his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and his boxers.
It feels incredible to touch himself after a full day of just being consumed by arousal. He strokes himself slow, watching Jungkook continue his agonizing grind against his own arm. The effortless control of his hips make Namjoon’s entire body blindingly hot and pulled so tight that he wants to break. He wants Jungkook to snap him in half.
“Let me touch you,” Jungkook whines.
“No,” Namjoon says, quickening his pace, jerking himself off faster. “This is better. It’s better. It’s better. It’s less weird.” He removes his hand from his pants and spits into it, then slides it back underneath the waistbands and works the saliva into his cock.
Jungkook laughs breathlessly.
“Hyung, t-this is more weird,” Jungkook says, slowing down the roll of his hips.
Namjoon ignores him, still jerking himself off and watches hungrily as Jungkook rubs his cock against himself, biceps and forearms tense and flexed, looking like he really could snap Namjoon in half.
“You’re so h—. Show me your stomach,” Namjoon orders.
Stilling his hips, Jungkook massages his thick thighs, squeezing them for a second before trailing his hands up to palm his erection, a small stain of precome darkening the blue cotton of his shorts.
“Were you gonna say I’m hot?” Jungkook groans, stroking himself through his shorts, pushing his t-shirt up his torso, fingertips tracing the lines of his stomach, then flicking his nipple, gasping.
“I don’t remember. Take off your shirt,” Namjoon says, eyes trailing the lines of Jungkook’s body, the curve of his arm muscles. He feels ravenous looking at Jungkook, worried that if they start touching, Namjoon won’t be able to stop himself.
Getting to his feet, Jungkook takes off his shirt, running his hands over his biceps, his pecs, almost shyly. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts, and begins to pull his shorts down, down low enough that Namjoon can see a slight hint of dark pubic hair.
“No,” Namjoon gasps out, skin tingling all over with pleasure, nerves edgy, alight, hand quickening against his cock, the friction of his hand slightly burning. “D-don’t. Do something else. Not yet.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Jungkook whines. “Let me…”
“Do 100 push-ups,” Namjoon blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.
“Do 100 push-ups right now. And then we can talk about doing something else,” Namjoon states.
“Do it,” Namjoon breaks out.
And Jungkook’s eyes turn dark, mouth curling into a smile.
“Do you have a working out fetish, hyung?”
Namjoon doesn’t respond, just grunts, spitting back into his palm and works the saliva into his cock again.
“If I do these 100 push-ups will you let me fuck you? Or at least…” Jungkook says.
Namjoon doesn’t say anything. He’s just focused on Jungkook’s beautiful body and the exquisite tingling his hand against cock shoots all throughout his tense body. And Jungkook just drops down to his knees, getting into the plank position.
“Do you have a preference on like, what style?” Jungkook jokes.
Again, Namjoon remains silent, brain only consuming the blissful feeling of palm against cock. So Jungkook starts, getting through the first set of 10 quickly. Namjoon watches, imagining running his hands all over that tense muscle, imagining how tense those muscles would be laid out in front of him, while Namjoon fucks him. Jungkook pants theatrically, as a joke to prove 100 push-ups is nothing to him, but it doesn’t deter Namjoon from being extremely turned on.
“Hyung,” Jungkook breathes out, looking over at Namjoon with already a slight sheen of sweat on his big nose and forehead, despite barely exerting himself. “You know I do 240 push-ups a day, right?”
“K-keep going,” Namjoon sighs, wetting his mouth, needing more stimulation.
He stands up and takes off his sweatpants and t-shirt, rubbing a palm against the length of his erection in boxer shorts.
“G-god, hyung. You really are so big,” Jungkook whines, panting. “When will you fuck my mouth? When will you let me, let me… c-choke…”
“Don’t talk like that,” Namjoon interrupts, then walks over to his bedside table where he put the lube in preparation for MuscleHxg58’s visit. “How many are you up to?”
“58,” Jungkook chuckles, watching Namjoon as he walks back to the edge of the bed close to Jungkook.
“Good,” Namjoon says, pushing his boxers off, letting his cock spring free, dramatically grazing his stomach.
Sitting back on the edge of the bed, Namjoon shifts himself, propping his body up on his elbows and opens his legs wide. He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs, eyes half mast while watching Jungkook’s body effortlessly move up and down, up and down. He watches as Jungkook’s cock almost grazes the floor a few times with each push-up, and every time it pulls Namjoon’s guts taut in anticipation for the touch that never comes. Jungkook looks over at him, sweatier than before, biting his lip.
“You’re torturing me,” Jungkook says, pumping his arms faster. “68… 69… nice…”
Namjoon opens the bottle of lube and pours it all over his cock, then sets the bottle next to him on the bed. He lazily strokes himself a few times.
“Can you do push-ups where your dick touches the ground?” Namjoon asks, and it feels like kind of a dumb question to ask, but he only has so much control over his brain when it’s fueled by arousal.
And Jungkook does it, slowly, letting his body drop low enough where his clothed cock brushes against the gross hotel room carpet, then he turns to look at Namjoon with a smug smile painted on his face.
“Do it again,” Namjoon grunts, biting his lip.
Jungkook does it again, painfully slow, looking at Namjoon the whole time, letting his mouth fall open at the contact of cock against carpet. Namjoon rolls his fingers around in the lube covering his erection, then stretches his thighs open more, and swirls a lubed up finger around his hole. Jungkook does another push-up, arms flexing, cock grazing, and Namjoon inserts a finger into himself, moaning.
“F-fuck, hyung,” Jungkook whines, watching with big eyes.
Namjoon’s head bobs to one side, resting on his shoulder, mouth wet and open, pleasure flooding his system as he pumps his finger in and out and in and out.
“You’re so… strong…,” Namjoon breathes out. “Your control o-over your b-body is so… much....”
“Fuck,” Jungkook repeats, stopping the push-ups.
”Don’t… are you done?” Namjoon breaths out, question folding into a moan at the end, as he slips another finger inside, stretching himself more.
Jungkook shakes his head and quickly gets back into position and picks up where he left off, eyes never straying from Namjoon’s body.
”83...8...4…. Hyung…” Jungkook whines, biting his lip, brow furrowed. “I want…”
Namjoon moans again, the pleasure of finally being filled after an entire day of wanting absolutely overwhelming and incredible. He fucks his fingers slow, going deep enough to graze against his prostate, making him cry out, thighs shaking slightly from blissful relief of it.
“God, hyung. Hyung… You’re so…” Jungkook whines, speeding through last few pushups, biceps pumping furiously.
“I’m so what, Kook-ah? Finish your… ahh!” Namjoon jokes back, cutting himself off with another euphoric graze of his fingers against prostate.
“99… 100,” Jungkook pants and immediately props himself up on his hands and knees, crawling over to sit in between Namjoon’s open legs.
“Did you finish?” Namjoon asks, quiet, pulling his fingers out, then uses the same hand to brush back Jungkook’s fluffy hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.
Jungkook nods, and rests his head against Namjoon’s thigh, rubbing circles with his hand on the opposite thigh.
“Put them back in. Another one, hyung.”
Namjoon is on fire, pleasure pulsing through his system at an insurmountable rate, looking down at patient Jungkook with his sweet, sweat slick face. His hand falls from Jungkook’s hair and rubs his flushed mouth. Jungkook’s mouth opens easily, expectantly, and Namjoon slips his thumb inside, which Jungkook swirls his tongue around and sucks. Namjoon might be able to come from the warmth of Jungkook’s mouth around his fingers, the satisfied hum coming from Jungkook’s throat.
But Namjoon does what he’s told, removing his fingers from Jungkook’s mouth, then slips one then two fingers back inside himself, moaning high and lilting at the pleasant stretch of his body once he adds a third.
“Wow,” Jungkook says in awe, cheek against Namjoon’s thigh, his breath hot against Namjoon’s overheated skin.
And it’s all too much for Namjoon to bear while he fucks himself with his fingers, with Jungkook watching, the heat of his body in between Namjoon’s legs, Jungkook’s face exuding the definition of wonder. Jungkook rolls his cheek against Namjoon’s thigh, then kisses the soft skin there, sucking on it, and nibbling a little at the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Namjoon groans, and grazes his prostate again, shuddering, and the pleasure of it heightens the stimulation of Jungkook’s mouth on him.
“Hyung, you’re so good, so like, hot,” Jungkook murmurs against Namjoon’s thigh before he kisses another spot, sucking deep with the obvious intention of leaving a mark. Biting down a little too deep, a little too hard, making Namjoon’s brain fuzzy with a flash pain. He yelps, then murmurs deeply as Jungkook licks and kisses the bruise he made as if in apology.
“No,” Namjoon whines. “You are.”
“No,” Jungkook retorts, nosing at Namjoon’s balls before taking one into his mouth and letting it fall out with a pop, the sudden suction jarring a cry out of Namjoon, then licks a line up the underside of his shaft. “You’re hot.”
Namjoon truly might implode, every feeling maxed out to one million. Whatever that means.
“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon pants. “I need you to fuck me.”
Jungkook bites his thigh again, hard enough for Namjoon’s skin to flare up in pain, causing Namjoon to yelp yet again.
“Can’t I just suck on your thighs for like, a couple hundred more hours?” Jungkook jokes, humid breath somehow cooling the overheated hickey he just left on the inside of Namjoon’s thigh.
“I need you to fuck me, Jungkookie. I can’t stand this anymore,” Namjoon whines.
“Hyung. Hearing you say that is gonna make me come for like ever now. I’m gonna jerk off to this for the rest of my life.”
“Fuck me, fuck me,” Namjoon mumbles, pulling out his fingers and tries to pull open his legs wider, as if he needs to convince Jungkook anymore.
Getting to his feet, Jungkook swiftly pulls off his blue pajama shorts, his modestly sized cock bouncing out. He rubs it, palming at the head, already leaking.
“Do you have a…” Jungkook starts.
“Bedside table,” Namjoon replies, stroking his cock, feeling like he’s going to come the second Jungkook pushes inside of him.
Jungkook happily grabs the condom off the table, tearing it open with his teeth and rolls it onto his cock.
“It’s so cute how ready you were for me, hyung,” Jungkook says, smiling, nose scrunching, standing back in between Namjoon’s legs.
But Namjoon wasn’t ready for Jungkook. He was ready for MuscleHxg58, for his headless torso and filthy mouth. He wasn’t ready for Jungkook’s sweet face to be on that body. But he’s glad Jungkook was who showed up.
Jungkook’s eyes rake over Namjoon’s body, heavy lidded and hungry. He smooths his hands all over Namjoon’s torso, gripping the soft flesh of his stomach, fingers light as they flick Namjoon’s sensitive nipples.
“Your cute little chocolate chips,” Jungkook smiles, flicking his nipples again, and Namjoon whines as it sends a shiver all over, skin overheated.
Jungkook leans down and kisses the mole on Namjoon’s chest, tracing his tongue around it in a circle before he sucks deep. Namjoon squirms, skin prickly and taut with his nerves, everything so over-sensory his brain keeps shorting out. Jungkook removes his mouth with an animated pop, and Namjoon feels all his blood rushing to his dick, as if that’s possible, knowing full well when he looks in the mirror tomorrow morning there will be a deep mark surrounding his mole.
“I love that chocolate chip too,” Jungkook says, smiling again at Namjoon so brightly, Namjoon feels like he might go supernova and Jungkook’s dick isn’t even inside him yet.
“And I love this one,” Jungkook continues, poking at the mole under Namjoon’s bottom lip with a grin.
“Fuck,” Namjoon says. And it’s all he can say, before Jungkook’s lips are on his, the force of him almost causing Namjoon to lie flat against the bed. But Namjoon matches his pace, crushing his lips against Jungkook’s, threading his fingers in the tangle of his long hair.
It feels like everything. Everything. Everything.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines against Namjoon’s mouth, sucking on his bottom lip, teeth digging in until it aches.
“Kook-ah…” Namjoon starts, but his brain stops him before he can think of anything else to say, and it doesn’t even matter because Jungkook kisses him again and then pushes his cock inside of him.
It’s everything. Namjoon’s brain fires at full blast, his body vibrating with pleasure. Namjoon doubts that a random hookup would’ve felt this out of control, chaotic, and delicious. He doubts a hookup like this would’ve felt this right and correct and good. Jungkook thrusts up into him, slow and deliberate, the control he has over his own body absolutely agonizing to Namjoon.
“More…” Namjoon breathes out, and Jungkook complies, fucking up into him harder, faster.
Namjoon wraps his legs around the dip in Jungkook’s waist, digging his heels into Jungkook’s ass, coaxing him to go deeper and deeper. Jungkook grunts, pace almost frantic and on the verge of exhausting, and then he grazes up against Namjoon’s prostate and Namjoon cries out.
“Is it good, hyung?” Jungkook groans, fucking faster, reaching his prostate again.
All Namjoon can do is whine, his big genius brain completely broken by the incredible thrust of Jungkook’s cock inside of him. There’s nothing he can possibly say to express how fucking good it feels. Jungkook continues to fuck him, then grips Namjoon’s cock in one hand and starts to jerk him off, hand stroking in time with his thrusts.
“Am I making you feel g-good, hyung?” Jungkook pants.
“Fuck,” Namjoon somehow manages to say, skin burning white hot, orgasm now coming into focus.
He’s close, he’s so fucking close. He wishes he could just stay like this for a while, body tense and hot and vulnerable because of Jungkook’s hands. Because of Jungkook’s cock. Because of Jungkook.
“I’m gonna come, Kook-ah,” Namjoon breaks out, every sense in his body crying out. “I’m gonna…”
“H-hyung. Hyung,” Jungkook stutters, slowing his hand down. “Hyung, c-come on my face.”
“What?” Namjoon replies, confused, as the current setup of their bodies is not conducive for face coming.
Jungkook pulls out of Namjoon, leaving Namjoon feeling empty, body almost angry at the sudden lack of fullness. But Jungkook slides back down to the ground, sitting neatly tucked on his knees, hand continuously pumping Namjoon’s cock.
“Please,” Jungkook pleads. “Please.”
Namjoon shifts his ass closer to the edge of the bed, propping himself up on his elbows again as Jungkook continues to jerk him off. And then with that image in his head, Jungkook’s thick thighs pressed together, one hand massaging his cock and one massaging Namjoon’s, Namjoon is coming. He’s coming and it feels like every good thing he’s ever felt, like every satisfied feeling he’s ever felt combined into one feeling breaking out of him, feeling like his soul is gonna vibrate out of his body. Like an alien baby made of pleasure and all good things is gonna burst out of his body. He opens his eyes, watching as come shoots across Jungkook’s expectant and excited face, his tongue hanging out of his mouth to catch some. It catches in his eyelashes too, and Jungkook just smiles wide, rolling up onto his knees to take Namjoon into his mouth. Namjoon hisses at the sudden wet warmth, overstimulated as Jungkook sucks deep, licking the come off Namjoon’s now softening cock.
“Fuck,” Namjoon whispers.
Jungkook hums against Namjoon’s cock, satisfied. He rubs his nose against it, nuzzling his balls, and then rests his head once again on Namjoon’s overheated thigh. He continues to jerk himself off, and Namjoon pants while watching him, utterly exhausted. Jungkook looks up at him, and when they lock eyes, Jungkook smiles big, eyes crinkling, nose scrunching. The definition of cute, but soon his face turns tense, and his eyebrows knit together, his eyes rolling shut, mouth dropping open, letting little lilting breathy whines escape.
“Are you gonna c-come, Kook-ah?” Namjoon says, feeling a stir in the pit of his stomach because of the satisfied sounds Jungkook is making despite his softening cock.
Jungkook nods his head against Namjoon’s thigh, eyes still closed, rolling his cheek against thigh to once again suck at the soft flesh with his mouth. Namjoon groans, deep. And then Jungkook is coming, crying out against Namjoon’s thigh, pressing his nose against Namjoon’s skin, breathing hard like a bull against it as he rides out his orgasm.
They just stay like that for a while, Jungkook’s sweaty face pressed up against Namjoon’s thigh, both of them breathing so heavy, it sounds almost echoed in Namjoon’s head. Namjoon falls back against the bed, his breathing eventually steadying, a wave of exhaustion flooding him.
“I think I could fall asleep like this. Right here, like this, hyung,” Jungkook squeaks out, humid breath against his sensitive skin on the inside of Namjoon’s leg somehow still titillating to Namjoon, despite coming only a few minutes ago.
“You’ll hurt your neck,” Namjoon states, then leans over and starts to pull Jungkook up by the arms, coaxing him onto the bed.
He complies easily, and they shift their bodies to rest fully on the bed, Jungkook settling his head against Namjoon’s chest, their legs tangled together. Namjoon feels wholly content, satisfied, satiated. Maybe it’ll be okay if they do this again. And again. And again.
“So, like,” Namjoon starts, before his brain has time to draft what he’s going to say. “You think you’re free next week?”
“I’m actually free tomorrow? How about you?”
“I’m going on a plane tomorrow,” Namjoon replies.
Namjoon feels Jungkook smile against his chest.
“Oh, what a coincidence,” Jungkook replies. “I’m going on a plane tomorrow, too.”
While Jungkook is preoccupied with nuzzling his chest, Namjoon reaches over to the bedside table to for his phone. He opens it up and looks at it for a few seconds, then makes a decision.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook murmurs, sleepy. “Are you bored with me already?”
“No,” Namjoon says. “Of course not.”
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