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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min
      Yoongi_|_Suga, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster
  Character:
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Min
      Yoongi_|_Suga
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Eventual_Smut, namjin_-_Freeform, Yoonseok_-_Freeform, Sope,
      namseok_-_Freeform, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, there_is_underage
      drinking, and_underage_sex, it_definitely_has_more_plot_than_porn_though,
      NamJin_smut, namjin_fluff, Drunken_Kissing, Blow_Jobs, First_Time_Blow
      Jobs
  Series:
      Part 2 of BTS_fics_inspired_by_The_Smiths
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-28 Words: 6691
****** Ask me, I won't say no ******
by cassie_baby
Summary
     Jin is a vogue dancer in the underground gay scene of Seoul. Hoseok
     takes his best friend Namjoon, who has only recently come out to him,
     out to a bar when Jin happens to be performing. Hoseok chases the
     mysterious Yoongi, who he met a week prior, and Jin makes Namjoon an
     offer he can't refuse.
Notes
     this was inspired by jins slut drop, that one line from ask by the
     smiths and b ames. shouts out. this is my first time ever writing
     smut ajhfldksahjsahd please be nice also thank you so much to my pals
     Hope and Lani for beta reading the spicy part!! I am such a noob when
     it comes to sex lmao I need people to tell me if shit’s unrealistic.
     the song jin dances to is this_one. also warnings apply lol read the
     tags please. enjoy :)
See the end of the work for more notes
 A purple light shone directly into Namjoon’s eye while he downed his third
shot of the evening, making him squint and spill some soju on his white t-
shirt. Hoseok, cheeks already an adorable shade of pink - thanks to the alcohol
- saw it and laughed at him. Namjoon rolled his eyes and turned around to put
his empty shot glass back on the bar behind him, immediately ordering both of
them a watermelon cocktail. He handed his friend one and took a sip of his own.
Hoseok had entered the classroom a week prior, practically bouncing when he
walked over to sit in his usual spot next to Namjoon. He had told his friend
about his experience with going to a gay club that previous weekend, and how he
really wanted to take him there because he was sure it would change his life
forever, and that he knew someone who could hook him up with a fake ID. Namjoon
hadn’t been too sure about it, but ended up deciding that he would just go and
see if he liked it. After all, Hoseok was the only other gay guy he knew, and
he really wanted to meet some new people who wouldn't be disgusted by his
interest in men.
The club was dimly lit with some bright, colored lights tracing random patterns
on the floor. There was a stage, which someone had been dancing on when they
made their way inside, silver curtains now drawn. And even though he had felt
weird about coming there at first, Namjoon now found himself starting to feel
comfortable, at home. He wasn’t the odd one out for once. Eighties music was
playing, something by a-ha: one of Hoseok’s guilty pleasures.
“Dance with me?” Hoseok asked, smiling sweetly at his friend, blinking up at
him through his mascara-coated lashes.
Namjoon wasn’t sure he was quite drunk enough for that yet, but who was he to
refuse, when his friend had been so excited to take him there, when they had
gone through so much trouble to get into the club? So he nodded, took Hoseok’s
hand and let his friend guide him to the dancefloor. They were polar opposites
when it came to dancing: Hoseok was the captain of the dance club and could
dance virtually all styles, and Namjoon was clumsy and tall and didn’t know how
to operate his body even when he  wasn’t  dancing, so he definitely didn’t know
how to when he  was . He didn’t have the opportunity to be embarrassed about it
though, because the music soon changed to a slower song, and his friend stepped
closer, putting Namjoon’s hands on his hips and draping his own arms around
Namjoon’s neck.
“Are you trying to get in my pants?” Namjoon joked.
Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Shut up. Did I tell you about that guy I met here last
time?”
The other shook his head.
“Okay,” Hoseok said. “Listen. There was this incredibly attractive guy, he
looked like the Korean Danny, you know, from Grease, he had dark hair, leather
jacket, black skinny jeans, white t-shirt, everything. And I danced with him
and he kept flirting with me, but he had to leave at some point. We didn’t even
get to kiss.” He pouted. “I hope he’s here tonight… I’ve kissed him in all of
my dreams since that night.”
“That’s kinda creepy,” Namjoon said, frowning. “But I’ll look out for a guy
like that.”
His friend smiled widely at him. “Thank you, Namjoonie.”
 
After another slow song, the music stopped and the lights turned towards the
stage. A guy who exactly fitted the description Hoseok had just given appeared
from behind the curtain, and Hoseok squealed.
“Namjoonie!” he exclaimed. “That’s him! That’s Yoongi!”
Namjoon smiled, squeezed his hand, and leaned in to say: “We’re not leaving
before you two have kissed, okay?”
 Hoseok nodded, beaming. “Okay!”
“Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else,” Yoongi said. “I am Suga, your host for
tonight, and I hope you’re ready for the next performance! This man is our
favorite kitty cat in the scene… Honestly, he’s the king of vogue… This is our
worldwide handsome Jin!”
The crowd went wild, Hoseok screamed his lungs out.
“This is the same dancer as last week,” he said enthusiastically. “He is so
good, you’ll love him. Makes me wanna do vogue with the dance club next
semester.”
The lights went down, an extremely obscene song started playing, and when the
stage lit up in pink and white lights, a tall, beautiful man came out. He was
wearing a loose white button-down, skinny leather pants, glittery stilettos,
and - Namjoon swallowed thickly when he saw it - a headband with fluffy cat
ears. He moved so gracefully towards the center of the stage, started with a
slut drop, and danced the rest of his routine with so much passion and
sensuality. He spread his legs and caressed his thighs in a way that had
Namjoon swallowing thickly. He had never seen a man move like that before.
Hoseok was cheering, a huge smile adorning his face, and Namjoon was so
mesmerized he just stood there staring the whole time, mouth agape. The way the
dancer moved his muscular, strong body with broad shoulders had Namjoon almost
drooling. And his face was so delicate, soft, beautiful. When Jin finished
dancing, Hoseok turned to his friend and laughed.
“You are so whipped,” he said. “I knew you would love him.”
Namjoon swallowed, struggling to get himself together. “Uh. Yeah. He was… good.
He was good.”
Hoseok laughed again. “You have to meet him. I’m pretty sure he’ll be out here
in a bit.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened. “N… nah, I think I’m good.”
“Namjoon,” Hoseok said, grabbing the other by the shoulders and turning him so
he could look straight into his eyes. “You haven’t been with anyone in ages.
And that would’ve been fine if it hadn’t been for you being the biggest horndog
I’ve ever met. You have been on edge for months now. I think you should… you
know. Relieve some stress.”
“Seok-ah,” Namjoon said. “I have never been with a guy before. I don’t know
what the fuck to do. I can’t just hook up with someone when I don’t know shit
about gay sex. I’ll make a complete idiot of myself.”
Hoseok shrugged. “I offered to teach you earlier, but you didn’t want to.”
“No, because that would make me incapable of ever looking you in the eyes again
without-”
 “I know you’re scared, Namjoon,” his friend interrupted him. “But it’ll be
fine. Everyone has had a first time. And some guys live for that shit, you
know. The first time I ever slept with a guy I was just straightforward about
it, the guy was a huge dom and he loved it so much. It was fun, although that
made me realize I don’t like bottoming.”
“You know what,” Namjoon said. “I think I know enough.”
The other laughed. “Sorry. I’m just saying you’ll be fine. Buy yourself another
drink and go find Jin, I am gonna look for Yoongi.”
Namjoon nodded, trying to muster up some confidence. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.” Hoseok winked and disappeared in the crowd.
 
Namjoon made his way to the bar, feeling slightly uneasy without his friend by
his side. He ordered an Amaretto Sour and thought about Jin while taking small
sips. Would Jin be a nice guy, or a total asshole? Would he be interested in
anything Namjoon had to say? Would he prefer being a top or a bottom? Namjoon
shook his head and tried to drown out the image of Jin, naked, whining
underneath him, or growling on top of him. Was he really already drunk enough
to let himself get carried away like this? He sighed to himself, finished his
drink, took some time to muster up the courage to look for Jin, and made his
way back onto the dancefloor. Luckily, Namjoon was pretty tall, so he could
easily search the crowd for the handsome dancer. It didn’t take him long to
find him. He was standing near the stage with his back to Namjoon, talking to
some guy. Namjoon wasn’t sure if it would be rude to interrupt, but he decided
to make his way over there anyway. He stealthily chose a spot close enough to
see Jin’s facial expressions, and even though he couldn’t hear what they were
talking about over the loud music, it didn’t take him long to figure out that
something was wrong.
At first, Jin just looked uninterested. He didn't talk much and had looked down
at his drink a lot, not really listening to what the other had to say. But
later on, the guy he’d been talking to moved closer to him, making Jin take
small steps back, until his back hit a wall and he couldn’t back up further.
The guy kept moving towards him, clearly making Jin uncomfortable. He was
looking around for ways to escape and after a while,Namjoon couldn’t stand it
anymore. He probably wouldn’t have had the guts to do it if it hadn’t been for
that last drink, but he walked up to the guy and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Can’t you see I’m kinda busy here?” the guy snarled.
“Get the fuck away from him,” Namjoon said, voice surprisingly stable.
The guy turned around, eyebrows raised in outrage. “Excuse me?”
“Get away from him,” Namjoon repeated.
“And why would I do that?”
“Because…” Namjoon tried to come up with something. What could he say to make
him go away without getting himself punched in the face? He probably didn’t
come off intimidating at all: he was a seventeen-year-old, lanky kid with
barely any muscles, who had never been in a physical fight before. But before
he could come up with anything, another voice said: “Because I’m his
boyfriend.”
Both men turned their heads and saw Jin, eyes glinting and lips pressed into a
thin line. Namjoon choked on his own spit and the other guy apologized, eyes
going wide. He quickly made his way back into the crowd, blending in with
everyone else. Namjoon felt a hand hitting him between the shoulderblades. When
he was done coughing, he looked up and saw Jin smirking at him.
“You okay?” Jin asked.
Namjoon nodded, suddenly forgetting how to use his voice.
“Thanks for that,” the dancer said. “I wasn’t sure if he was gonna punch me in
the face if I told him to fuck off. I’m Jin, by the way.” He extended his hand
out towards Namjoon, who shook it.
“Namjoon,” he said in a voice that sounded a lot less confident than it had
before. “I- I liked your performance.” A blush crept onto his cheeks and he
hoped Jin couldn’t see it.
The dancer laughed. “Thanks, babe.”
Namjoon was pretty sure his face went beet red at the nickname.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” Jin continued. “Is this your
first time here?”
“Yeah,” the other said. “My friend took me here.”
“I see,” the dancer said and smiled a friendly smile. “Are you having a good
time?”
Namjoon nodded. “Yeah, it's pretty cool not to be the only gay dude in the room
for once.”
Jin raised his eyebrows. “So I guess you don't go out often?”
“Nah. I don't really have time I guess.”
“I think I know your secret,” Jin said.
Namjoon gave him a puzzled look. “Huh?”
“You're a minor, aren't you?”
The other gulped. “Uh. Well, I-”
“It's fine,” Jin laughed. “I remember being seventeen and getting into a club
for the first time. You're doing a lot better than I did.”
“Oh?” Namjoon raised his eyebrows questioningly.
“Yeah. I ended up getting way too drunk, cried, and left after about an hour.”
The other couldn't help but laugh. “Oh my God, okay.”
“You know,” Jin said. “I owe you.”
“No, really, it was-”
“Seriously, Namjoon. You saved my night. If there's anything you want, tell
me.”
The younger wasn't sure what the dancer was implying.
“Um. Well. Thanks?” he said. “But I think I've had enough to drink.”
Jin smiled. “You're really cute when you're flustered.”
Namjoon swallowed thickly. “Thanks?” he said again.
“I’m not just talking about drinks,” Jin said. “You said you don't hang out
with gay guys often, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So, are you a virgin?”
Namjoon almost choked on his own spit again. “Oh my God, Jin.”
The elder laughed. “Well? Are you?”
Namjoon looked the dancer in his eyes, looking for something, anything, that
told him it was a joke. But he couldn't find it.
“Uh, I'm not,” Namjoon said. “But I've only ever been with girls.” His voice
trailed off at the end.
“Ah, I see,” the elder said. “Well, like I said, I owe you. If you need a
beginners class on blowjobs or, well, you know, being up someone's ass, or
taking someone up the ass... Hit me up.”
Jin winked and held out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
Namjoon couldn't move for a few seconds and just stared at Jin's face. He had
trouble processing what was happening. Did the most beautiful and graceful dude
he had ever seen in real life just  invite  him to have sex with him? He wasn't
sure if there was ever going to be a time where he was ready for that. But at
the same time, he knew it would be extremely stupid to just let him go, so he
did as he was told and handed him his phone.
 
A whole week passed with Namjoon somehow managing to keep the fact that he had
Jin’s number a secret from his friend. But, of course, when the two were
getting ready for their literature class, after what was probably the fiftieth
interrogation about what had happened that night, he semi-accidentally told
him.
“Namjoon, you are such an idiot,” Hoseok groaned, facepalming.
“Shut up Hoseok, not everyone is like you,” Namjoon shot back.
Hoseok looked at his friend and raised his eyebrows. “Are you calling me a
slut?”
The other rolled his eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“And you know you should text him. I can’t believe you’ve had his phone number
for a week without telling me about it. And you said that he- that he offered
to  sleep  with you? For educational purposes? That’s an offer you can’t
refuse.”
Namjoon sighed and let his head fall onto his desk. He knew his friend was
right. It had been a whole week since he had met Jin, and every single day
since he had been thinking about what to text him. But of course he hadn’t
managed to come up with anything. He’d told himself that Jin had probably been
drunk or something, and that he had long forgotten about Namjoon by then. But
Hoseok, being himself, obviously tried to change the other’s mind.
“You know what,” Hoseok continued. “I'm taking you out again. Tonight. And
you're going to end up in Jin’s apartment, and I will end up in Yoongi's.”
His friend shot him a death glare. “I knew you had your own agenda. And
besides, maybe he won't even be there tonight.”
Hoseok shrugged. “Doesn't matter. You've got his number. Please go out with
me?”
Namjoon groaned. “Fine, I'll go out with you, but I'm not saying yes to the Jin
thing.”
The other smirked. “Not yet.”
 
At the end of class, Namjoon unlocked his phone and saw he had received a text.
[3:30 pm] no, not today. why? ;)
His breath caught in his throat when he scanned the screen and saw it was from
Jin. Apparently, Hoseok had pretended to be him and had been texting Jin from
his phone. Namjoon's head shot up, but of course his friend was nowhere to be
seen. He read the conversation and felt his heart starting to beat faster.
[You, 3:15 pm] hey jin, it's namjoon from the club, remember?
[Jin, 3:21 pm] of course I remember. took you long enough
[You, 3:23 pm] yeah. sorry about that. I was wondering if you will be dancing
tonight?
And then:
[Jin, 3:30 pm] no, not today. why? ;)
Namjoon wasn't sure if he wanted to strangle and stab Hoseok the next time he
saw him, or hug and kiss him. In all fairness, his friend had put in an effort
to text in a way Namjoon would: he hadn't used any winking emojis or
abbreviations, and he had probably only done it because he wanted to help him,
but still. Namjoon didn't know where he was supposed to go from here. He
wouldn't dare admit that he was trying to get in Jin’s pants - he barely knew
if he was ready for that. He tried to breathe at a steady pace while walking
out of the classroom. Hoseok had probably already gone home, knowing that his
friend wouldn't be very happy with him. Namjoon put his phone in his pocket and
thought about what to text Jin next all the way to the bus. He opted for not
exactly lying, but not telling the full truth either.
[You, 3:43 pm] my friend is taking me out again
Apparently Jin had been on his phone, because the response came quickly.
[Jin, 3:44 pm] oh I see. sorry to disappoint you baby
Heat rose to Namjoon's cheeks.
[You, 3:44 pm] don't worry about it :) I'll see you some other time, probably
[Jin, 3:45 pm] did you want to take me up on that offer? ;)
Suddenly, Namjoon had difficulty breathing. What the hell was he supposed to
reply to that? He couldn't just say yes. He was about to call Hoseok to ask for
advice when he got another text from Jin.
[Jin, 3:46 pm] I mean, I have work until midnight, but we could see each other
after if you want
Namjoon panicked and almost dropped his phone trying to call his friend. Hoseok
picked up after four rings.
“Please don't kill me,” he immediately said. “I knew you weren't gonna text
him, so I had to.”
“Seok-ah,” Namjoon said. “I need you. I'm getting off at your stop.”
“What happened? What did he say?”
“I can't talk about this on the bus, I'm almost there.”
“Okay, but please don't kill me.”
 
“Just say yes,” Hoseok said, grinning. “There’s no use denying it. He
practically already knows.”
They were in Hoseok’s room, lying on his bed, discussing what Namjoon’s next
move should be. Namjoon groaned, dropping his head on a pillow.
“He’ll think I’m a pervert,” he said.
“Which would be the truth,” Hoseok said.
Namjoon shot him a look. “Shut up. And even if it is, he doesn’t have to know
yet.”
The other laughed. “Okay, fair enough. Tell him maybe. Or a ‘what if I do?’ Or
you could just tell him you’d love to see him and not talk about the sex at
all.”
Namjoon thought it over for a few seconds. “Yeah, I think I’ll go with that. So
what do I text him?”
Hoseok laughed again. “You are so bad at this. Just say ‘I would love to’.
Maybe add a smiley face.”
His friend unlocked his phone and took a whole minute to type out the message.
[You, 4:07 pm] I would love to :)
“There you go,” Hoseok said. “Was it really that hard?”
“To be honest, yeah,” Namjoon answered, letting out a breath he didn’t know
he’d been holding. “What if I mess this up, Seok-ah? What if I get too nervous?
What if he thinks I’m bad?”
“Stop saying that,” the other said. “He knows you’re inexperienced, so he won’t
mind if it doesn’t go smoothly. And I’ll make sure you’re loosened up enough. I
got paid extra last week so I’ll buy you some drinks.”
 His friend looked up at him with big eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Namjoonie, I want this to happen. You need it and you deserve it. Also, I
can’t let this flop, or my reputation as best gay matchmaker to have ever lived
will be damaged.”
“Thanks, Hoseok. You’re the best.”
Hoseok smiled. “You bet your virgin asshole I am.”
 
Namjoon had dinner at Hoseok's house - his mom had cooked her trademark kimchi
jjigae - and they got dressed and made up together. They went to the same bar
they had gone to a week prior, and Hoseok couldn't shut up about Yoongi's eyes
and mouth on their way there. He had kissed him that other night and had texted
him everyday afterwards. When he and Namjoon were sitting at the bar he said:
“I’m pretty sure we're gonna fuck. He got drunk last Wednesday and sent me a
few… spicy pictures.”
Namjoon choked on his gin and tonic. Hoseok smirked.
“Wanna see, Namjoonie?” he said teasingly.
“N- no, thanks,” the other replied. “Jesus Hoseok, okay. What time is he going
to get here?”
“He has work until ten today,” Hoseok said with a pout. “So I guess around
eleven?”
They opted for sitting at the bar while waiting for Yoongi. Even after four
years of friendship, the two of them could still talk for hours on end, telling
stories, sharing experiences, looking back on the past. So that's exactly what
they did.
“You know what,” Hoseok said after his fourth Cosmopolitan. “I wanted you to
say yes.”
Namjoon looked at his friend while taking a sip of his own drink, eyes glazed
over. “Say yes to what?”
“When I offered to teach you how to fuck,” Hoseok explained.
His friend raised his eyebrows. “Why?”
The other shrugged. “I don't know. We're friends. We're both gay. You had just
come out to me. I think it could've brought us closer together.”
“Are you saying you thought of me as boyfriend material?” Namjoon said with a
sly smile.
Hoseok shrugged again and laughed. “I mean, I wasn't in love with you. But
yeah, definitely. We could've done it and just stayed friends. I don't know. We
already knew each other so well, we were so close already. I think it would've
been nice.”
Namjoon nodded. “I see what you mean. Maybe you're right.”
Hoseok smiled. “How do you think it would've gone?”
The other raised his eyebrows. “Have you thought about this?”
“What if I have?” Now it was Hoseok's turn to smile slyly. “You can't tell me
you've never thought about any of the graphic descriptions of my one night
stands while touching yourself.”
Namjoon snorted, which caused his Amaretto Sour to come up through his nose,
making the back of his throat burn unpleasantly. Hoseok laughed so hard he
cried a little, almost falling off the bar stool.
“So,” he said, wiping away a tear. “Have you? Be honest.”
The other felt a blush creep onto his cheeks. He knew he was a bad liar, and so
did Hoseok, so he couldn't deny it. It had happened a few times. He hadn't
meant to, but sometimes his friend would tell him all the details and it would
just… happen.
“Yeah,” Namjoon said with fake confidence. “I can't believe I just admitted
that. You know what, Seok-ah: if things end badly for us tonight, we'll fuck
each other.”
His friend raised his eyebrows, slightly amused. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. We both want to get laid. We both wanted each other at some point. Why
not?”
Hoseok grinned and nodded. “Okay, deal.”
They shook hands to seal the deal and downed the rest of their drinks.
 
At a little past eleven, Hoseok disappeared to find Yoongi. Namjoon drank some
water at the bar, texting some people to kill time, and at a quarter to
midnight he received a text from Jin.
[Jin, 11:46 pm] they let me go early !! I'll pick you up. same place as last
week, right?
Namjoon couldn't help but smile, and the alcohol in his bloodstream made him
send Jin an enthusiastic text.
[You, 11:46 pm] yeah :) can't wait to see you <3
[Jin, 11:47 pm] awww! I'll be there at midnight baby
Namjoon's smile grew impossibly wider. He stared at his phone screen for the
next ten minutes in a daze, daydreaming about Jin’s smile, lips, shoulders,
hips, thighs... When he managed to collect his thoughts, he downed another
glass of water before heading to the cloakroom to collect his coat. Just as he
stepped onto the sidewalk, his phone buzzed.
[Jin, 12:02 am] I'm in the black Audi, about four cars to your right ;)
Namjoon looked up and to the right, and, indeed, saw a black Audi with tinted
windows. He wondered what kind of job Jin had that made him able to afford a
car like that. He figured he could ask him later. He took a deep breath, tried
to convince himself everything would be fine, walked over and got in. Jin was
sitting behind the wheel, smiling at Namjoon as he entered the car.
“Hey,” Jin said.
“Hey,” the other replied, smiling back. “How was work?”
The dancer turned the keys and pulled out of the parking spot. “Oh, you know.
Exhausting, as usual.”
Namjoon hummed in acknowledgement.
“How was the club?” Jin asked. “Have you seen any handsome dancers perform?” He
smirked.
“Nah,” Namjoon said, also smirking. “There's only one dancer I like… and he
wasn't there tonight.”
The dancer’s sly smirk turned into a genuine smile.
“Oh, I see,” he said. “That's unfortunate.”
“Hmmm,” Namjoon replied, pouting. “But it's okay. I'll have him all to myself
later.”
Jin laughed at that. “Oh yeah? That doesn’t sound so bad.”
The younger smiled, looking out the front window and humming along to what was
playing on the radio. Jin sang along softly, and Namjoon noticed he had an
angelic singing voice.
“You’re a good singer,” he said, looking over at the dancer.
Jin looked a little bit flustered. “Oh, thank you, I guess.”
“I mean it,” Namjoon said. “Your voice is beautiful.”
The elder started blushing. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Namjoon found it so interesting how Jin had been so confident about everything,
from his dancing to his face to his abilities in bed, and now he was so shy
about his singing. It made him wonder what the rest of his personality would be
like. What else was he good at? Painting? Maybe he played an instrument?
Cooking? Baking? The rest of the car ride he made up images of Jin in the
kitchen, singing along to the radio, vacuuming, making his bed.
 
They entered Jin’s apartment, leaving their shoes at the door and walking
straight into the living room. It was nicely decorated, Namjoon thought, in a
modern, Scandinavian style that combined different colored wood and shades of
grey and blue. Jin had a big, L-shaped couch with a lot of pillows, which
Namjoon was very tempted to just lie on.
“Please, make yourself comfortable,” Jin said while turning on some smaller
lights and choosing music to play.
“Thanks,” the other said, and practically let himself fall onto the couch.
He stared up at the ceiling for a while, trying to make sense of what was
happening in his brain. His thoughts were all over the place, but he also felt
calm somehow. Comfortable. His ears were ringing a little from the loud music
he had been exposed to earlier in the club, but when smooth jazz started
playing from Jin’s speakers, it wasn't as prominent anymore. He found himself
wondering if Jin was going to take the initiative. He hoped so, as he wasn't
sure if he was confident enough to do it. Then, the dancer appeared in
Namjoon's vision, smiling gently.
“Are you tired, Joonie?”
Namjoon shook his head, sat up and smiled back. “No, just a bit tipsy.”
Jin sat down next to him. “We don't have to do anything if you don't feel
comfortable.”
“No, I am! I am comfortable. Seriously.”
The dancer gave him another gentle smile and reached over to cup Namjoon's
cheek.
“Okay, baby,” he said, almost whispering, rubbing his thumb gently over the
other's cheekbone. “If at any point you're not, please tell me. Okay?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon replied, also reducing his voice to an almost-whisper.
Then, he did something he probably wouldn't have dared to do sober. But Jin’s
lips were  right there , they were so beautiful, his whole face was so
beautiful, and before he realized what he was doing, Namjoon leaned in and
closed the gap between them.
Jin responded immediately, eagerly kissing him back, licking Namjoon's mouth,
asking for entrance. The other boy gave him access, kissing him harshly, all
tongue and teeth. Jin tasted like strawberry milk and something Namjoon
couldn't name, while to Jin, the other tasted of amaretto and mint, probably
from the gum he'd been chewing in the car. Their tongues fought for dominance.
Neither won.
The younger somehow ended up straddling Jin, who broke the kiss to place
sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on the other’s neck. Namjoon groaned, already
noticing himself getting hard, which was something he would have found
embarrassing if it hadn't been there, then, with Jin, the guy he'd been
thinking about the whole week.
“Fuck, hyung,” he said, voice breathy.
He could feel the elder smirk against the soft skin of his neck, kissing and
licking him on his most sensitive spots, leaving the boy on top of him feeling
like putty. Jin ran his hands up and down Namjoon's sides a few times before
letting them slip under his white tee. He caressed his belly, sides, back,
which all felt soft, yet firm, and when he found the boy's nipples, Namjoon
inhaled shakily and let out one of the most beautiful moans Jin had ever heard.
The elder tugged on the hem of Namjoon's shirt, and the younger took it off,
after which he immediately started unbuttoning the dancer’s dress shirt. After
some fumbling with their jeans, they ended up in their boxers, Namjoon on top
of Jin’s chest, kissing his collarbones, shamelessly giving him hickies, making
the elder groan. When he rolled one nipple between his fingers and
simultaneously took the other one between his teeth, Jin inhaled sharply.
“Joonie,” he said, almost moaning. “I want you to- ah fuck, I want you to suck
me off, baby.”
Namjoon actually moaned around Jin’s nipple when he heard that. Jin’s hands
were on him, one in his hair, stroking it, the other on his back, nails digging
into his shoulder blades, making him feel safe and aroused all at the same
time. Previously, he had thought of himself as a total dom, always in control,
but now he found himself wanting to pleasure Jin, wanting to do what he asked,
make him feel good. So he climbed off of his hyung, who sat up and put his feet
on the floor, and kneeled on the floor so he was almost eye-level with Jin’s
dick. He eyed the bulge for a second, mouth watering in anticipation, before
pulling on the elastic of his boxers. The elder lifted his hips and Namjoon
removed the underwear in one swift motion.
Even Jin’s cock was pretty, the way it stood up like that, almost confidently,
slightly red, skin a little darker than the rest of his body, looking smooth,
soft. Namjoon had received a whopping total of three blowjobs in his life, all
from the same girl, somebody he used to take extra math classes with. They had
been good, but he had trouble remembering what exactly had made them so
enjoyable. Jin must've felt his hesitation, because there were his hands again,
one under Namjoon's chin, lifting his face up, and one in his hair, caressing
comfortingly.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked.
Namjoon nodded. “I'm just not- do I just-?”
The other smiled. “How about you just try it out for yourself, and I'll adjust
where needed. Okay?”
The younger swallowed and nodded. Then, he placed his hands on Jin’s thighs and
leaned forward, licking the head of the dancer's dick before taking half of it
in his mouth. The elder’s head fell back as he let out a breathy moan, ab
muscles flexing as he tried not to thrust into the younger boy's mouth. Namjoon
started moving up and down Jin’s cock, slowly at first, but picking up the pace
when he heard the other’s breathing become heavier. After a while, he started
slowing down every time he reached the tip, using his tongue to circle it,
caressing Jin’s sensitive spots. The elder’s moans became more frequent and
high-pitched, which the younger took as a good sign. Because he didn't hear any
instructions from Jin, Namjoon decided to just experiment and tried hollowing
out his cheeks. That made Jin gasp, so he did it again, and again, until the
dancer asked: “Joonie, can you take me deeper?”
Namjoon moaned, extremely aroused by the whole situation, his own member
already fully erect. He tried to take Jin in deeper, but his dick was long and
it felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't want to give up though, wanted to
please Jin, do well for him, so he took his time, taking Jin in a little bit
more every time he moved his head down. He had kept his eyes closed the whole
time, concentrating fully on pleasuring Jin, but when he looked up, he felt
like he was going to spontaneously combust with how arousing the sight was. The
dancer was looking down at him with lidded eyes, mouth hanging open slightly,
lips red, swollen, moist with saliva. His chest, abs and broad shoulders were
all toned, and the way he occasionally flexed his muscles in pleasure made
Namjoon’s head spin. He couldn't believe he was actually here, sucking this
beautiful guy's dick, making him feel good. It was too overwhelming. He had to
close his eyes again.
“You're doing so well baby,” Jin said, moaning. “Fuck, you feel so good around
me Joonie.”
Namjoon suddenly sank down a whole inch further, reaching the base of Jin’s
cock with his lips. That caused the head to hit the back of his throat, making
him gag and making Jin moan loudly. When the younger collected himself and got
used to the sensation, he swallowed, letting his throat tighten around the
head, remembering that's what had driven him over the edge those times he'd
been on the receiving end. Jin moaned and grabbed Namjoon’s hair, tugging on it
first and then using it to hold him in place.
“Ahhh, fuck,” Jin managed. “Can I- ah-”
His breath got caught in his throat when the other swallowed around him again,
making Jin feel light-headed and unsure of how much longer he was going to
last.
“Joonie,” the elder said in a high-pitched voice, almost whining. “Will you let
me take control?”
Namjoon moaned again, and because he couldn't really nod, he opened his eyes
again, looking for Jin’s, giving him the go signal with his eyes. The elder
started gently thrusting into the other’s mouth. He let his eyes fall shut and
his head fall back, lost in arousal. When he noticed Namjoon relax, he thrusted
a little deeper, a little faster. The younger gagged again, which made Jin go
crazy for a second, eyes rolling back behind closed eyelids.
“Namjoonie, open your throat for me,” he said. “Just relax, baby. You’re doing
so well for me. Making me feel so good.”
Namjoon managed to relax his throat, allowing Jin to thrust into him, and even
if it felt a little weird, the noises falling from the elder's mouth made it
all worthwhile. He was pretty sure his boxers were already wet with precum, but
he couldn't blame himself: it had been so long since he'd been with anyone, and
he had been thinking about the beautiful, graceful dancer so much, and all of
it felt so good and it was just… overwhelming. The other let out something that
sounded like a growl.
“Joonie, I'm not gonna last,” he managed. “Are you gonna let me cum in your
mouth?”
The younger moaned again, sending vibrations through Jin’s lower body. The
dancer pulled him back so the head of his cock was on his tongue. Namjoon
swirled his tongue around it, closed his lips and sucked, looking up at the
other’s face. Jin let out the loudest moan yet, tipped his head back, exposing
his throat, and then came hard in the younger boy’s mouth, salty cum hitting
the back of his throat. Namjoon kept sucking until there was nothing left,
letting Jin ride out his orgasm. The dancer pulled out, a string of saliva
hanging between his cock and Namjoon's mouth. He traced the younger’s lower lip
with his thumb.
“Swallow, baby,” he said. “And show me.”
The younger swallowed the semen and opened his mouth wide to show Jin, who
smiled when he saw, moving his hands to cup his face.
“You did so well, Joonie,” he cooed. “Come here.”
The dancer pulled the him onto his lap, kissing him tenderly on the mouth.
Namjoon was still rock hard and needy, so he grunted and dug his fingers into
the other’s shoulders. Jin broke the kiss and smiled at him.
“Let me take care of you in my bedroom,” he said, rubbing Namjoon’s sides
first, and then his thighs.
The younger nodded and stood up, after which Jin got up as well, taking
Namjoon’s hand and leading him to the bedroom. It was a nice, dimly lit room
with a huge bed, and even more pillows than had been on the couch. The dancer
turned around and kissed him again, more passionately this time, with more
tongue. He directed the younger to the bed, pushing against his chest, until
they collapsed on top of each other on the soft sheets. Jin moved down to
remove the other’s boxers, and he couldn’t help but notice how thick and just
generally big Namjoon was. The both of them moved up the bed a little, Namjoon
propping his head and shoulders up on the pillows comfortably, Jin moving over
him in a way which allowed him to easily kiss and jerk him off at the same
time. Which is essentially what he did, occasionally breaking the kiss to look
at the younger boy, or to kiss his neck and shoulders. Namjoon didn’t last long
at all, the way Jin rubbed over the head of his cock with his thumb and twisted
his wrist a little bit around the base driving him over the edge sooner than
he’d ever admit to Hoseok. He came all over his own chest, and Jin let him ride
out his orgasm completely before moving down and licking all the cum off
Namjoon’s body. The younger groaned.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he said.
The dancer smirked. “Yeah, it really was.”
He leaned in for another kiss, a gentle one. “Thank you for texting me, Joonie.
Really.”
Namjoon shrugged. “I really think I’m the one who should be grateful.”
“Well, let’s both be, then,” Jin decided, before lying down next to him. “If
you want to, I can give you a class on, well, you know,  actual  fucking in the
morning.”
Namjoon hummed, already feeling himself drift off. “That sounds good.”
“You did well, baby,” the elder whispered, planting a soft kiss on the other’s
temple.
He covered them with the sheets, and even though he had been the dominant one
earlier, Namjoon ended up being the bigger spoon in their embrace. They fell
asleep like that, slowly drifting off while listening to each other breathe,
engulfed in each other’s body heat. The last thing Namjoon found himself
wondering, before giving in to the tiredness, was if Hoseok was alright, if he
was curled up against Yoongi in the way Namjoon was curled up against Jin,
content, nearly asleep, maybe already dreaming. He didn’t know that, at that
exact moment, Hoseok was wondering the same about him, right before he fell
into a deep sleep with Yoongi in his arms, their bodies keeping each other
warm.
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