Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/3546434. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Implied_Taekook, Implied_Maknae Line_poly_if_you_squint Character: Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jeongguk_| Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Namjoon_is_mentioned_once Additional Tags: Smut, Enemies_to_Friends, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, handjobs, Hyung_kink_almost....._almost.., Min_Yoongi_thinks_hes_a_badass_and Hoseok_isn't_as_nice_as_he_looks Stats: Published: 2015-03-15 Words: 5148 ****** play the game ****** by sungmin_(jeonggukkie) Summary Yoongi and Hoseok get paired together for a class project. (a request for an anon that got horribly out of hand. also posted to my requests fic) If Yoongi could only pick one thing about BigHit Academy that he couldn’t stand, his one thing would be Jung Hoseok. Jung Hoseok with his fucking heart- shaped smile, with his preppy goddamn hair cut and his perpetual happiness. Who the fuck does he think he is? It’s this exact train of thought Yoongi is happily conducting, glowering at the back of said Jung Hoseok’s head when the teacher decides Yoongi is better suited for the damsel in distress, roped to the tracks and ready to be run the fuck over.   “Min Yoongi, you’ll be partners with Jung Hoseok.”   Hoseok’s shoulders slump and Yoongi leers at the hand Park Jimin- who is barely any damn better- places on Hoseok’s shoulders in reassurance. Taehyung and Jeongguk shoot Yoongi some semblance of a sympathetic glance, but he can’t quite bring himself to appreciate it because they’re each other’s partners and it isn’t fair at all.   Yoongi is miffed. As far as he’s concerned, Jeongguk should be paired with Jimin and Taehyung could make friends with a fucking doorknob so no matter who he’s with, he’ll be fine and Yoongi can’t waste time being bitter about him. He guesses Namjoon would be a sufficient stand-in for that doorknob, though.   “So,” Hoseok mumbles, standing in front of Yoongi’s desk. “We’re partners.”   “Really? I hadn’t heard the teacher say it any of the five fucking times. Thank you for the sixth.”   “Listen, there’s no reason for you to be snappy with me, hyung,” Yoongi raises an eyebrow at the sudden honorific. “It’s not like I begged him to let us be partners, so would you mind sucking it up and either doing work to help us get a good grade, or pretending to? We’re gonna have to get together after school to work on this or it’ll never get done, so don’t expect me to do all of it without making you miserable in the process.”   “Excuse me?”   “Yep,” Hoseok’s smirk- honestly what the fuck- is sly and Yoongi’s skin crawls. “You’re not gonna just get to screw me over because you’re lazy. So, after school let’s get together and decide what our topic will be. We’ll meet at your place, so being late isn’t gonna be an option.”   As Hoseok saunters back to his seat to gather his materials and put them away, preparing for the next class, the only thing Yoongi can think as his eyes definitely don’t fucking follow the former is I can’t fucking stand you.   --   “It really sucks that you got stuck with Hoseok hyung for the class project, hyung.” Taehyung comments through a mouthful of kimchi during lunch.   “Hyung?” Yoongi bristles. “He’s hyung now?”   Taehyung sneers despite his slightly protruding cheeks, and Yoongi knows its taking him a considerable amount of self control to not stick his tongue out, chewed food and all. You’re weak, Yoongi thinks bitterly, glaring between Taehyung and Jeongguk as they make the most embarrassing goddamn googley eyes at each other.   “Yes, he’s hyung, because unlike you I don’t have the hots for some prep, and I’m damn sure not in denial about it. I don’t hate him, he’s an okay guy, so he’s okay enough to be hyung.”   “You, Kim Taehyung, are a despicable traitor.”   “Isn’t it dreamy.” Jeongguk deadpans, expression somewhere between irritated and bored as he watches the exchange. He’s clearly unhappy with his game of fucking footsie being interrupted to talk about the junior with the too bright heart shaped smile and god dammit all Yoongi is not thinking about this.   “Fuck off,” Yoongi mutters into his water, glowering past the youngest at a table that is definitely not Jung Hoseok’s. He’s about to open his mouth to speak again- hoping to change the subject- when his glare is met with an even stare. “Well shit.”   Hoseok blinks at him, lips turning down a bit and Yoongi raises an eyebrow, daring Hoseok to try him. His taunt works, of course, but not in the way Yoongi expects. Hoseok simply scoffs, a small little smirk curling one lip upwards.   Fucker.   Yoongi pointedly returns to eating his lunch, ignoring the burning sensation he’s feeling at the eyes still on him.   --   “Yoongi, you didn’t say you’d be having company over.” His mother calls from the door, frown evident in her tone. He’s about to reply, when said company opens the door and drops his backpack.   “Right on time,” Hoseok sighs to himself, a content grin on his lips as he stretches. “Nice room. Where are we working?”   “The floor is fine,” Yoongi mutters, setting his phone beside him on the mattress and rolling onto his side to watch Hoseok, who shrugs and plops down onto the wood floor. “Did you bring what we need?”   “What?” Hoseok squints up at him, lips pulled down into a frown for the umpteenth time that day. “Don’t you have anything?”   “Oh yeah, my room is a fucking overflowing fountain of school supplies. No, asshole, I don’t have anything that isn’t my laptop and maybe a spare pen or two.”   “Hyung,” The younger glares, exasperation rolling off his tongue and mingling with the already present disdain. “What do we do, then?”   “We have a week to do this, don’t worry. We can just plan today and get our shit together tomorrow I guess.”   “Fine.”   “Fine.”   Yoongi stares at the crown of Hoseok’s head, irritation welling up from somewhere deep in his chest at how even his fucking hair is perfect and neat and perpetually in place. The urge to mess it up is overwhelming.   “What are you staring at?” Hoseok grumbles, arms crossing.   “Your hair,” Yoongi replies absently, raising one hand deliberately slowly. “And considering what it would be like to mess it up.”   “What hyung, you wanna touch me that bad?” Hoseok’s response is swift and coy, a mocking smirk painting itself onto the younger boy’s face.   “Fuck off.” Yoongi snaps, hand balling into a fist as he wills the heat he can feel threatening to rise to his face down. He takes comfort in the soft flush on Hoseok’s own face, though it’s probably in anger rather than anything else.   “I would if I could, hyung-” Yoongi really hates the way he says hyung. Are they really close enough for that? “-but unfortunately, I’ve got this shitty partner who’s keeping me from being able to leave because he doesn’t have any of the supplies we need.”   “Yeah? Maybe your partner thinks his partner is equally as shitty, because that partner told him he wouldn’t have an excuse to be late. Going out to buy goddamn supplies would have, maybe- oh I don’t know- made him late.”   “Liar, you just didn’t want to get up and go get them.”   “This is my story and I’m sticking to it.”   “Could you be more insufferable?” Hoseok groans, looking at Yoongi with a mix of hurt and frustration.   “Oh, don’t even tempt me, Jung Hoseok.”   “Bluff after bluff- do you ever say anything directly?”   “Do you ever stop asking questions? Or, better yet, do you ever stop fucking talking?”   Hoseok grins then, fake amusement glistening off of impossibly white teeth.   “No,” He leans closer to the bed, one hand resting on the edge as he brings his face to Yoongi’s. “And I won’t as long as it keeps pissing you off, hyung.”   “Min Yoongi! Dinner is ready!” His mother calls from the kitchen, and Yoongi can’t recall a time he’s ever been more thrilled to kick a boy out of his room.   “My mother is gonna serve you first, you’re a guest.” He rests a finger on Hoseok’s forehead and pushes the boy backwards, knocking him off balance and sneering down at him. Hoseok looks shocked for the briefest of moments, before his expression turns sour and Yoongi nearly cheers at his victory.   Hoseok brushes himself off with a huff, turning on his heel and heading out of the room without a word.   --   “So, you’re one of our Yoongi’s classmates,” His mother chatters pleasantly to Hoseok as she serves Yoongi. “He isn’t too much trouble, is he?”   “Oh no,” Hoseok’s fucking million watt smile is back and he waves a hand easily. “He’s not so bad.”   “Don’t try to cover for him- we know he’s probably difficult a lot,” His father jokes from his mother’s right, pausing to make another wrap before speaking again. “But with a kid as bright as you, I’m sure he’s lucky to be your partner.”   “It’s not like I’m dead,” Yoongi growls under his breath, stabbing at the samgyupsal on his plate as fiercely as he can with a metal chopstick. “Why are you betraying your favorite son…”   “Because,” Yoongi’s mother smiles sweetly, eyes glinting with amusement as she swats Yoongi’s head with a spoon. “Your brother is in college and we need some form of entertainment these days.”   Hoseok laughs beside him, unabashed and frankly a little too fucking thrilled for Yoongi’s taste, so he sends the younger a sharp look. His irritation is met with unrestrained glee and Yoongi kicks him under the table, earning a yelp and a pang of satisfaction.   “Are you ranked well in your class?” Yoongi’s father asks after a moment, at which Hoseok straightens up.   “I’m in the top ten,” Hoseok beams. “Sixth place.”   “Oh, you really are smart then… Try to get some of it to rub off on our Yoongi, okay?”   “I’ll try, Mr. Min.”   Hoseok’s smile is saccharine and Yoongi’s lip curls in a snarl as a response.   --   “What do you mean I didn’t buy the right fucking scissor brand?” Yoongi fumes, waving said scissors dangerously close to Hoseok’s face.   “I mean, these aren’t the brand I wrote on the paper, hyung. Why couldn’t you have gotten those?”   “They were 5,000 won more!”   “You are so cheap,” Hoseok wails, snatching the scissors away before they can do real damage. “I guess they’ll do…”   Yoongi harrumphs and begins arranging their supplies on the floor beside them.   “At least you managed to get the right kind of paper.”   “Are you seriously going to be fucking elitist over paper, Jung Hoseok. It comes from the same fucking trees, I bet your pretentious ass couldn’t tell the difference between this and any other goddamn paper.”   Hoseok rolls his eyes and tugs Yoongi’s laptop over, pulling up the browser.   “Can I use this.”   “That wasn’t even a question you brat.”   “Because I don’t really care what the answer is, hyung.”   “I should hurt you.”   “Do it, I dare you,” Hoseok levels him with a look. “But I’m not responsible for my response if you do.”   Yoongi seethes, burrowing deeper into his hoodie as Hoseok’s fingers tap away at the keyboard.   --   “That’s kinda kinky, isn’t it?” Taehyung comments with a grin as Yoongi relays the events of the night before. Their project is due in three days, and Yoongi doesn’t think he can handle a weekend with Hoseok.   “Shut the fuck up.”   “I’m serious, he didn’t say he’d hit you back, he just said his response-” Taehyung purrs the last words, exaggerating “- and you don’t know, maybe if you hit him he’d mo-”   “I hope my dongsaengie isn’t saying something inappropriate over here?”   The voice sounding from almost directly behind Yoongi sounds alarmingly like Hoseok’s, and Yoongi hates himself for turning to look.   “What.”   “I just came to discuss when we’ll be meeting this weekend.”   “Couldn’t we do that tonight?” Yoongi hisses, ignoring the amused stares from the fucking peanut gallery.   “Nope, it was on my mind now, hyung.”   “Why don’t we go to your place this time, then?”   “Fine,” Hoseok says simply, shrugging one shoulder. “Then you’ll be there at 9AM, Yoongi hyung.”   Yoongi is spluttering while Hoseok walks away, because there’s no way he’s waking up that early, when the other turns around again.   “Oh, and Taehyungie,” Hoseok’s grin is absolutely wicked. “That’s exactly what I meant.”   --   “Hyung,” Hoseok mumbles, half asleep while he cuts shapes out of a stray piece of paper. “You should do work…”   “Hmm, let me consider it…” Yoongi licks his lips, not bothering to suppress a yawn as he lazily glances at Hoseok. “No.”   “Yoongi hyung,” Hoseok tries again, a lilting whine in his voice as he swats dangerously hard at Yoongi’s hand, which is pulled away in barely enough time. “Do something.”   “I am doing something.”   “What?”   “Ignoring you.”   Hoseok snorts and Yoongi gives him an unimpressed look.   “You’re doing a pretty bad job of ignoring me.”   This time, it’s Hoseok who narrowly avoids getting hit, and Yoongi almost curses when he doesn’t catch his smile in time to stop it.   --   “I hate you,” Yoongi informs Hoseok as the younger opens the door, smiling too brightly. “I shouldn’t be awake right now.”   “My room is upstairs.”   “I don’t care.” Yoongi snaps in annoyance as he pads up the wooden steps.   Hoseok’s room is immaculate, from the surprisingly clean carpets to the tidy book shelves he keeps. Yoongi pretends he isn’t eyeing the manhwas layered in with the school books. Fucking nerd. It isn’t like Yoongi also happens to own some of those- that’s ridiculous.   His gaze shifts to the desk in front of Hoseok’s window, also neat with a few picture frames standing, a laptop and some papers. Huh. Yoongi walks a bit closer, running his fingers along the wood of the desk as he snoops. He’s examining a family photo when Hoseok’s voice makes him jump.   “Having fun being nosy, hyung?”   Yoongi glances over his shoulder at Hoseok, who’s leaning against the doorframe with a raised eyebrow.   “No, your room is boring.”   “Which is why you keep staring at everything, right?”   Yoongi rolls his eyes and sits on Hoseok’s bed, watching the younger boy as he moves to sit by Yoongi.   “I got a lot of the research done last night, so if you wanna read through what I wrote, that’d be good.” Hoseok motioned towards the laptop Yoongi had seen earlier, and the latter returns to the desk once more, bringing it back to the bed and flipping it open.   “You’re lucky I actually care about this project,” The younger grumbles, watching Yoongi as he scans the paragraphs Hoseok has up on a google document. “Otherwise we’d both be screwed.”   Yoongi glances at him out of the corner of his eye, scoffing a little in response and nearly paling when his lips want to curl up just a little in response to the unhappy look Hoseok is giving him.   “Whatever.”   --   “Hoseok-ah, do you and your friend want lunch?” Hoseok’s mother calls, and as if on cue, Yoongi’s stomach growls loudly. Hoseok glances down at his stomach and laughs before he can catch himself.   “Yes, eomma, please!”   “Well, I’ll order pizza for you boys, but I have errands to run so answer the door when they come okay?”   “Okay!”   The sound of the door shutting minutes later alerts them to Hoseok’s mother’s departure.   “So, I hope you’re okay with pizza, because if not…” Hoseok turns his trademark grin onto Yoongi once more. “I’ll eat it all by myself.” He winks and turns back to the laptop in time for Yoongi to blush in the most dignified way he can, which isn’t dignified at all but dammit at least Hoseok isn’t looking.   “You’re so fucking greasy, Jung Hoseok.”   “You say that like you have a problem with it.”   “I do.” Yoongi snaps.   “Really?” Hoseok props his chin up on one palm. “Huh.”   “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”   “Nothin’.” Hoseok smirks again and Yoongi scowls at him.   “Bullshit.”   “Is it?”   Yoongi smacks Hoseok with a stray pillow and sticks his tongue out. It may be childish, but Yoongi isn’t in the mood for upkeeping an image without an audience. It’s not like Hoseok can see him through the pillow anyways.   “Stop smiling like that.” Yoongi mutters, mostly to himself.   Hoseok peeks over the pillow, tugging the top down just enough to see. Yoongi nearly snarls because he’s smiling with his fucking eyes still, but when Hoseok speaks, the snarl makes its way out despite his efforts.   “Smiling like what?”   “Jung Hoseok you know exactly like what.”   “I don’t think I do.”   “You’re smiling like that right now.”   “How do you know?” Hoseok sounds like he’s enjoying it too much.   “Because your fucking eyes are all... “ Yoongi hates that he’s stammering. “And your stupid smile is all…”   Yeah, Yoongi decides as Hoseok tosses the pillow away, smile widened impossibly, he’s enjoying this way too fucking much.   “All how, hyung?”   “Fuck off.”   Hoseok’s eyebrows raise and he snickers, staring hard at Yoongi for a minute that feels entirely too long until the phone ringing snaps his attention away. Hoseok doesn’t spare Yoongi another glance before he’s heading down to the living room and answering it.   There’s a momentary exchange at the door and Hoseok returns to his room, pizza in his arms and a triumphant smile on his lips.   “Pizza’s here.”   “Really? I never would have guessed.” Yoongi mutters drily, still feeling bitter over the one-sided conversation they’d just had.   Hoseok shrugs, humming something at him through a mouthful of pizza, and honestly this guy is a fucking jerk.   --   By the time 8PM rolls around, Yoongi is laying on Hoseok’s bed on his back, legs propped up on the wall as the younger scrolls listlessly through his phone.   “Hey, aren’t we supposed to be finishing that project?” Yoongi squints at Hoseok in the dim lighting, waving a hand idly at him. “Hey, don’t ignore me, brat.”   “You finish it, I’ve been working the whole time.”   “So? Wasn’t that our agreement?”   Hoseok is silent for a moment, and Yoongi is about to comment on it in the most snobbish manner he can manage, when the former slides his finger along his phone screen, turning up the brightness and pointing it at Yoongi’s face.   “You’re annoying me, hyung. Do something other than take up my whole bed and we’ll see if I feel like helping you.”   After recovering from his momentary blindness, Yoongi heaves a sigh, hoping he comes across as inconvenienced as he feels. It takes some maneuvering for Yoongi to get himself rightside-up again, but once he does he’s shooting a bleary eyed glare at Hoseok and his too fucking bright phone screen and snatching the laptop from it’s place on the floor.   --   “Hoseok…” Yoongi rasps thirty minutes later, face pillowed in crossed arms. “What?”   “...What the fuck is our project even about.”   Hoseok turns away from his phone screen slowly, and Yoongi can feel the incredulous stare coming before it even hits him.   “You read what I wrote before, didn’t you?”   Silence.   “Didn’t you.”   “I scanned the page,” Yoongi replies amiably, swinging his leg up onto the bed when Hoseok attempts to grab it. “...While in another tab…”   “You’re shitting me.”   “Hey, that’s you’re shitting me, hyung to you.” Yoongi wonders how Hoseok’s family haven’t come banging on the door out of concern with how loudly Hoseok curses.   --   By midnight, Yoongi has called his parents to let them know he won’t be home, to which they respond that they hope sleeping on one of Hoseok’s pillows will instil some intelligence unto him.   Yoongi and Hoseok are both laying with their legs propped up on the wall, shoulders touching as they stare listlessly at the ceiling.   “We’re gonna fail aren’t we.”   “We’ll fail with a flourish.”   Yoongi notices Hoseok staring at him after that comment and gives a little grin.   “What? We may as well.”   “I really can’t stand you.”   Yoongi looks back up at the ceiling and laughs despite the growing tension he can feel all too clearly.   “I know.”   “You like it though, don’t you?”   It’s Yoongi’s turn to stare while Hoseok grins, the latter turned slightly more towards Yoongi now.   “You like that you can get to me,” He gives a little huff of laughter and shrugs one shoulder. “But that’s fine, ‘cause I’m the only one who can piss you off this good.”   “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”   “You’re still here, aren’t you?”   Yoongi flushes in the darkness and gives Hoseok an owlish look.   “So you must not hate me as much as you pretend you do. Which isn’t really as fun, but as long as you play the game…” Hoseok’s eyes trail along his figure and back to meet Yoongi’s. “I won’t complain.” “Play the game, huh.” Yoongi’s throat is dry.   “Don’t even pretend you don’t know exactly what I mean by that either.”   It’s kind of hard to pretend, Yoongi thinks, when your nails are dragging along my arm like that. When Hoseok’s hand reaches Yoongi’s, he twines their fingers together, grinning from ear to ear as he gives a harsh tug. Yoongi bites his tongue in favor of the yelp that threatened to spill, pretending he can’t hear his heart racing in his ears when Hoseok’s other hand grips his chin.   “You’re way too easy, hyung.”   Yoongi feels like dying when his breath hitches, face flushing an even deeper shade of red when Hoseok fixes him with a dark stare.   “What the hell is this,” Yoongi rasps, one hand moving to push at Hoseok’s chest. “What do you think you’re doing?”   “Hmm?” Hoseok purrs, eyes flicking between forcibly pouted lips and eyes sparkling with a curiosity Yoongi won’t dare admit to. “I think you know what I’m doing.”   Hoseok’s smile widens as Yoongi flounders for words.   “Do you want me to let you go?”   Yoongi glares down at him at that, giving a frustrated huff. There’s no way he’s backing down this easily. Not with the look Hoseok is giving him, and not with the way Hoseok can definitely feel Yoongi’s pulse racing with the hold he has on the latter.   “No.” It isn’t a lie, Yoongi guesses, but he nearly regrets it when Hoseok’s smile falls to a smirk.   “Well alright then.”   Yoongi grits his teeth and leans forward to rest his forehead against Hoseok’s, and he honestly isn’t sure if he wants Hoseok to call his bluff or not.   “You sure you know what you’re doing, hyung?” Hoseok teases, hot breath ghosting over Yoongi’s skin and god fucking dammit, Yoongi knows he’s lost.   “Shut up, Hoseok.” Yoongi growls, but the venom is lost in how husky his tone has grown.   “Make me then, hyung.”   Despite Hoseok’s words, Yoongi doesn’t have time to speak before Hoseok is shutting Yoongi up. Yoongi stiffens, eyes widening for a moment before fluttering shut as he allows himself to become pliant in Hoseok’s hold. The younger’s grip, however, loosens a bit as he presses another soft kiss to Yoongi’s lips.   “This is okay... right?” Hoseok stares up at him through his eyelashes, and it’s too innocent for the dangerous tension radiating off of the boy in waves.   “Yeah, it’s okay.” Yoongi murmurs, kissing Hoseok slowly.   “That’s good,” Hoseok drawls against Yoongi’s lips, tone dripping with something a little too far from innocent. “‘Cause you look too fucking perfect blushing like this, hyung.”   Hoseok’s hands slide behind Yoongi to pull him up the rest of the way by his ass, eager lips meeting Yoongi’s and muffling the soft noise of surprise he gives. Yoongi curls his fingers into Hoseok’s hair and tugs, the only retort he can think of and fuck, the best kind apparently because Hoseok moans into his mouth.   “Do that again.” Hoseok whines, and Yoongi would smirk if it wasn’t for the way Hoseok’s hands are palming at his ass, a reminder that he’s demanding rather than asking.   Yoongi uses the hold he has on Hoseok’s hair to pull the younger up towards him a bit, licking into his mouth and dragging his tongue along the roof of Hoseok’s mouth. Hoseok shivers pleasantly below him, and yeah, Yoongi could definitely get used to having the upper hand here.   The upper hand, however, is a perpetually rotating son of a bitch and it seems Hoseok is the one turning the lever. Hoseok’s thighs wrap around Yoongi’s hips and he ruts upwards, catching the older off guard just long enough to roll them over. Yoongi stares in shock, a simpering little whine slipping past his lips when Hoseok continues to rock his hips. The pressure is nowhere near enough, and Yoongi feels the need to smack the pompous grin off of Hoseok’s face bubbling up from some deep, vengeful part of him.   “What, hyung, cat got your tongue?”   “You are fucking awful, Jung Hoseok.”   “Oh, but I do aim to please.” Hoseok replies pleasantly, leaning down to kiss Yoongi again.   Their kisses are rough and heated, loud wet smacks and soft fluttering groans echoing almost too loudly in the dark silence of Hoseok’s bedroom. Yoongi gives a broken little curse when Hoseok sucks on his tongue and tugs at the piercing there, legs spreading slightly of their own accord as the younger’s fingers play piano along the soft skin of Yoongi’s abdomen.   Hoseok’s kisses grow sloppy, almost distracted as he snaps the elastic of Yoongi’s boxers, teasing. Yoongi bites down harder than necessary on Hoseok’s lip when he feels the latter smile into the kiss at Yoongi’s impatient hiss. Fucker, Yoongi bucks his hips up, shivering when his crotch grazes against Hoseok’s palm.   “Impatient,” Hoseok tuts, looking down at Yoongi with a bemused smirk. “That’s….” He gives a breathy chuckle that curls hotly in Yoongi’s groin. “...pretty hot, actually.”   “If you don’t hurry the fuck up,” Yoongi growls out, grip tightening on Hoseok’s hair. “You’re gonna lose your chance here.”   Hoseok makes a throaty noise of amusement and shakes his head, drawing a hand up to stroke soft fingers along Yoongi’s throat before curling them around and pressing.   “Shut up, hyung.”   Hoseok definitely makes quick work of shutting Yoongi up, thumbing at the head of Yoongi’s dick as he flexes the fingers around the latter’s neck and forcing his back to arch. Hoseok’s hand drags down slowly, limited in its motion with Yoongi’s pants just sitting low on his hips.   He seems to sense Yoongi’s growing irritation, however, because he’s removing both hands to hastily tug the fabric down. Yoongi would laugh at the way their situation screams sloppy teenagers, if he weren’t enjoying every fucking sloppy second of it. After settling back into a more comfortable position, Hoseok goes back to his ministrations.   Yoongi pushes himself up onto his elbows to watch, fighting to keep still despite the way his muscles want to shake at the predatory look in Hoseok’s eyes. It takes Yoongi a minute, but he manages to balance on the one elbow for long enough to tug needily at the waist of Hoseok’s pants.   “You too.” He mumbles, and Hoseok is all too happy to oblige.   Hoseok wiggles his pants down and off, tossing them to the side haphazardly before returning greedy hands to now burning skin. Yoongi curses lowly when Hoseok’s skin slides against his own, delicious friction sending sparks along his spine and into the tips of his fingers. He’s chewing on his lip hard, breathy noises slipping past of their own accord as he watches the scene between them. Hoseok is a bit more shameless, groaning softly on every upstroke and whimpering when he thumbs at the slits just right.   It doesn’t take very long for Yoongi’s hips to stutter in their desperate rocks, a shuddery whine and an involuntary squirm drawing a wicked grin to Hoseok’s lips.   “Hyung...” Hoseok purrs, tongue dragging along teeth that glint in the darkness before he swoops down to steal an open mouthed kiss. “Be a good boy and wait for me, okay? I’m so close.”   It takes all of Yoongi’s willpower and more not to cum at those words, and he gives himself a mental pat on the back when he’s able to reign in the all too delicious white heat lapping at his groin. He reaches between them to wrap his slightly larger hand around Hoseok’s, speeding them up suddenly enough to make Hoseok gasp and lurch forward.   “C’mon,” Yoongi growls. “Fuck, c’mon… cum for me, brat.”   And that switch in dynamics has Hoseok shaking, that damned smile still on his lips until the last drawn out curse, a broken bit of Yoongi’s name mingling as he thrusts forward and coats Yoongi’s stomach in strips of white. The moan tapers off into a laugh of ‘holy shit’, and Yoongi is right behind him.   He’s a little bit satisfied to see cum staining Hoseok’s shirt as well, a lazy grin stretched onto his lips, though he’d contribute that to feeling pleasantly dazed and contented. Hoseok reaches onto his nightstand and tugs a few tissues out of their holder, wiping Yoongi off and then himself before tossing them into the trash and rolling off of Yoongi the rest of the way.   “God damn.”   Hoseok gives a throaty little giggle, leaning in for another kiss that Yoongi accepts willingly.   “God damn is right, hyung.”   Yoongi really wishes he’d reminded Hoseok to put his damn pants back on before they’d fallen asleep.   --   “What grade do you think we’ll get?” Yoongi whispers to Hoseok, two turns before their own presentation.   “Well, I’ll get a B, probably. You, on the other hand…”   “Fucker.”   Hoseok shoots him a wink, and Jimin looks mildly confused from his place a table to the left, which brings Yoongi more joy than he cares to admit. Yeah, you saw that.   --   They get a collective B-, which has Yoongi internally over the moon and Hoseok visibly irritated. It doesn’t matter as much now, of course, because their partnership is over and they’re free to go back to the mutual dislike they harbored so easily and beautifully over the past years.   However, it never works out that well.   Between Taehyung and Jeongguk boasting over their A+ on a project about the reasons aliens must be among us, alternately titled 10  shocking alien facts you didn’t know but will definitely relay during dinner tonight, and Jimin’s unwilling involvement in their post project survey (Yoongi suspects it’s Jeongguk’s doing, because the kid gets a sinister fucking twinkle in his eye whenever he can fuck with Jimin), Yoongi can’t get away from Hoseok.   Jimin is gradually inducted into their lunchtime conversations and then their table, a willing and brightly smiling Hoseok in tow, who doesn’t hesitate to sit across from Yoongi and snatch a piece of food off of his trey.   “Hey,” He hums out through a mouthful of food. “Thanks for the food.”   Yoongi glowers and turns his attention to the wonder-twins to his right, who are eyeing Jimin a little too openly while he chatters animatedly about his weekend.   Hoseok’s foot nudges at Yoongi’s inner thigh and the older boy is about to turn to snap at him, when Hoseok beats him to it.   “Wanna come over again this weekend?”   “We don’t have a project, why should I?”   “I think we have a game we never quite finished playing, hyung.”   Yoongi can’t agree fast enough. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work! ulse around him as Jonathan tried to lift himself off to breathe. Jonathan gagged, whined; Dio didn't care, enjoying the way his adopted brother's sweetly pained voice vibrated around the hot flesh of his cock. He wouldn't let Jonathan get off that easily, though he did think his idea to pleasure him was quite creative for such a proper young man like him.   (Then again, asDio had had the pleasure to witness, the very same young man had soenthusiasticallypleasured himself with his own fingers up his ass.Diohad to wonder how proper Jonathanactuallywas; how much of his innocent smile and gentlemanly manners were but a facade.)  "Now be good and—ahh—take it all in, brother dearest", Dio moaned, trying to speak evenly as the hot euphoria burned in his loins made him moan. But he didn't come to just yet, even when he was buried deep inside the other's contracting throat; not until he had had his fun.  Dio pulled Jonathan off him almost completely at an agonizingly slow pace. Before he thrusted his length deep inside him again, he talked, voice shaking with the sheer excitement of seeing his face.  "Mmm... Yes, JoJo—That's the face I want to see."  All he had imagined and even better—seeing the tears roll on Jonathan's red cheeks, seeing his brows furrow so beautifully as he blinked furiously, trying to withstand the pain no doubt burning at his throat.   Thisis how it should be.  Thisis howJoJowas to look at him - in fantasyand reality.  Dio fucked into Jonathan's throat, the feeling filling him with ecstasy. And Jonathan, despite struggling to breathe, let him.  His hands gripped tight on Dio's exposed thighs, and the blond would have lashed out had he noticed the crescent marks his nails left in the skin. But he didn't – he was too busy filling Jonathan over and over again, writhing in the mind numbing pleasure of completely dominating the other.    Dio felt his orgasm closing, and pulled at Jonathan's hair, taking the brunet off his throbbing cock almost completely until only the tip was pressed against his tongue.  "JoJo...Jonathan, look at me when I-- fill your mouth with my cum--"  Jonathan's eyes, teary blue, shifted to look at Dio's. The eye contact made him shiver, and his mouth fell open in a wanton moan as Jonathan's tongue moved against him again. He felt his climax approaching; his back arched, and the heat that had been building inside of him was released in the mouth of his most beloved brother.  When his grip weakened on the other, Jonathan was quick to pull off. Dio could register him coughing, and it took him a moment to realize that Jonathan's had swallowed. He wasn't sure if it was just to avoid choking, but still, the thought made the most undignified whimper escape his lips.  "D-Did I do good? Dio?"  Jonathan's voice was raw and husky; Dio decided he liked to hear it speak to him like that. He was looking at Dio with such hopeful eyes, the blond wanted nothing more than put off the light in them.  "It was... enough."  Maybe the fact he had just come made him more soft – he wouldn't admit otherwise – but Dio let Jonathan have his atonement. His golden eyes were drawn to the red of his tongue that drew out, licking at the lines of drool and cum that decorated the Joestar's chin. He was – distracted. The gentle smile that spread on Jonathan's face made his chest tighten.  "Get- Get out before I change my mind you goof."  Dio felt his cheeks burning again, and he wanted nothing more than be left alone. He turned away, watching in the corner of his eye as Jonathan gathered his clothes and dressed himself. As the brunet stood by the door, he stopped.              "Thank you, Dio."  With that, Jonathan walked off and Dio couldn't help but laugh. After all that, he thanked him – was Jonathan out of hismind? With one misstep from Jonathan, Dio had him practically on his palm. And he didn't mind in the least – surely it was safe to assume he had won whatever petty game between the two?  And Jonathan – Jonathan, in his room, the taste of Dio's cum still lingering in his mouth – thought he would like to give it a try. To try to pursue his adopted brother as a lover. Chapter End Notes absolutely disgusting ***** Chapter 3 ***** Chapter Notes I'm!! Sorry if this is bad and/or underwhelming compared to other chapters i just wanted something sweet for this anygays i hope you guys can enjoy!! See the end of the chapter for more notes Jonathan wasn't stupid.  As soon as he had realized his own feelings, it hadn't been hard to see it. How Dio offered to accompany him more often. How he spaced out in his company, pale skin flushing red. Or the way his eyes - his beautiful, golden eyes - wandered on his body like Jonathan wouldn't allow his own to on Dio's. Not too often, at least.  At first he had thought it was his imagination. That his mind was playing tricks on him, trying to convince himself that his attraction wasn't one-sided. After all, what were the chances that Dio, his own adopted brother, shared his sick fantasy of a relationship of another kind?  (No, Jonathan knew  thatDioprobably didn'tshare his feelings. He could tell that the blond wanted something different from him; something Jonathan was afraid to let himself think about if not in the darkness of night.)  Jonathan had been convinced he wasn't delusional only when he had really looked at his adopted brother – and his eyes had not left him ever since.        Still, he hadn't planned on acting on his desires – how could he even think of a possibility of such improper relationship existing? It had been daring of him to sit so close to Dio in the library, to hide behind naivety and initiate physical contact. To so boldly press his forehead against his flushed one, just to feel the warmth of his skin and to hear the stutter of his breath.  Jonathan had been able to see it. How Dio's face flashed with a storm of emotions as he took a hold of his alluringly slender hands.  He hadn't been able to let him go; to let him escape. His hand had moved before he had thought, and before he had known, he had been on top of a very red Dio, who had practically been quivering with what the blond surely deemed as anger.  The fact that Jonathan hadn't been able hold himself back, the way he had lost control when he had felt Dio against him weighted heavy on his chest. Even if Dio had been wanting, he hadn't been willing, and Jonathan had not cared in the heat of the moment. He had been selfish, demanding physical contact from his brother and he couldn't forgive himself.   How could he claim to be a gentleman after such drastic actions? Not to mention the unbrotherly feelings he harboured towards the blond?  Even after his...atonement,  Jonathan felt amiss. Things between the two adolescences had certainly calmed down, but one could hardly say they had returned to normal. Though there hadn't been any more touching, something that couldn't be rebuild had broken between them. Every time Jonathan came in contact with Dio, the tension grew until it almost snapped.  Stolen glances; fleeting touches.  So, Jonathan wasn't surprised in the least when he returned to his quarters for the night, and was greeted by none other but his enchanting brother. Trying to calm the drumming in his chest, Jonathan spoke.  "Dio? Can I help you with anything?"  The blond was, curiously enough, sitting on his bed, eyes fixed on his groomed nails.   "I do believe you can."  A silence dragged on in the room. Jonathan thought he'd racing heart would stop right then and there when two golden orbs drilled in his eyes.  "You see, Jonathan, I've decided that I rather enjoyed our last encounter", Dio said, slowly. "I am willing to let you feel good with me, Dio."  Jonathan could tell because he had been watching; Dio wasn't as collected as he so hard tried to come across as. And knowing that it had been Dio who gave in first, coming to Jonathan instead the other way around, made the brunet feel lightheaded.  "Oh", Jonathan found himself uttering in the lack of words. While he craved to do more (so much more) with Dio, the memory of him taking Jonathan's mouth wasn't exactly pleasant. His throat still felt the effects of the rough treatment.   "Oh?" Dio repeated, seemingly displeased with Jonathan's answer.  Jonathan walked to the blond. He watched as Dio's lips curled downwards, ever so slightly, when he took his hands in his.  "I mean that I would love to."  Dio averted his eyes at Jonathan's gentle smile.   Jonathan thought it was adorable.  Without a further delay, Jonathan leaned down to softly connect his lips with the sitting blond's. He sucked on the soft flesh before backing off, looking at the way Dio's parted lips glistened in the candle light.  "....again", Dio whispered, breath warm against Jonathan's lips.  "What?" He asked, voice low and gentle.  "K-Kiss me a... No."  Dio frowned at him, and Jonathan could see that he was struggling internally. With what, the brunet could only guess.  "Get on the bed, JoJo."  Dio had gained back the strength in his voice. Jonathan had to wonder how much of it was to keep up an appearance. He did as he was told though, sitting besides his brother on the edge of his bed. Before he could ask –Like this?- Dio straddled his lap, thighs squeezing at Jonathan's hips. The pale hands rested on his shoulders, and Jonathan could feel warmth spread in him with the contact of Dio's body.  "Good boy", Dio purred, "All you need to do is what I tell you to do."  "Then, Dio", Jonathan whispered, taking a hold of the blond's hips, "what would you wish for me to do?"  Dio hummed, and the sound was sweet in Jonathan's ears.  "Assist me, and maybe I'll allow you some relief."  Despite already feeling excited, Jonathan couldn't help but be amused at Dio's near desperate need to appear dominant.  "Is that so?"  Jonathan craned his neck to kiss Dio again, but the other pulled away.  "Don't get too cocky, Jonathan", Dio narrowed his amber eyes at him.   Dio's body weighed on Jonathan, pushing the brunet down on the bed. Jonathan felt his cheeks heat up when Dio sat on his crotch and leaned down.  "I, Dio, will be the one to have my way with you."  Jonathan shuddered under Dio. The blond's lips pressed against his with force and Jonathan whimpered when he felt teeth sink in his lip. Dio was relentless with his kiss; he bit and sucked hard before shoving his tongue into Jonathan's pliant mouth. The brunet sucked at the intruding muscle, heat pooling  into his crotch with the action. The blond chuckled into his mouth with the needy display, grinding his ass against the growing dick pressing against him through the layers of clothes.  When Dio sat up, hands on Jonathan's large chest, the brunet could see a string of saliva connecting them disappear between them. He blushed, hands gripping tight on his brother's hips. The two were panting, and Dio smirked.  "Enjoying yourself, brother of mine?"  Jonathan couldn't deny his enjoyment any more than he wanted to. Still, he found himself unable to answer to such question.  "Answer me, JoJo."  Dio grinded harder against his hardening prick, and Jonathan moaned.  "Yes, Dio- I am", he was quick to answer. He was overcome with the urge to expose more of his beautiful adopted brother. HIs hands reached to relieve Dio from the garments covering him from Jonathan, but his hands were swatted away.  "Just watch."  Jonathan was a little displeased when he was denied the pleasure of undressing Dio, but was quick to swallow his protests. Dio locked his eyes on his as his fingers played with the buttons of his shirt, easing them open teasingly slowly. Jonathan's eyes flickered to his lips when a pink tongue darted out to lick them, before looking back to the blond on him. The sight of Dio taking his clothes off for Jonathan made his heart leap.  His enjoyment and want for the other was nothing but shameful.  Dio discarded his shirt. Jonathan enjoyed the feeling of his soft, cool skin, warming against his own palms. He felt up the curve of Dio's waist, breath turning shallow when he was finally able to touch the other like this. The moment was, however, short lived, as Dio got off him if only for a minute to get rid of his slacks. Soon enough, though, the naked blond was sitting on him again. When Jonathan tried to touch him again, Dio stopped him.  "Always so selfish, JoJo", Dio sighed, gesturing to the brunet's clothes that he still donned.  "I'm sorry", Jonathan found himself muttering, reaching to take off his own shirt. He shot Dio a questioning look when he was stopped.   "Let me."  Jonathan felt himself blush at Dio's smirk. He let the other open and take off his shirt. Jonathan's eyes flickered on and off from Dio; he could see his cheeks colour red with the exposal of Jonathan's body, eyes roaming on the tan skin and hard muscles. He almost resisted when Dio relieved him from his pants, feeling suddenly utterly embarrassed, but he knew Dio wouldn't accept that. He closed his eyes and shuddered as his erection was brought out in the open. He could feel Dio's eyes on him.  The sensation of skin against skin made him open his eyes again. His dick rest against Dio's soft bottom. The blond was straddling him, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes.  "This position suits you rather well, don't you think?"  The words in Jonathan's mouth turned into short, shallow gasps as Dio grinded his ass against his member. His thumbs brushed against his nipples, and Jonathan closed his eyes with embarrassment as they stiffened under Dio's touch. He felt the pleasure gather in his dick as the blond played with the hardened, pink nubs. He was sure his current position Dio so seemed to enjoy would suit the blond better, but words failed Jonathan. The pleasure of being touched in such manner by the center of his deepest fantasies was-  It was almost too good to become reality.  Yet there the two were; in the darkness of Jonathan's room, naked bodies pressed against each other.   Jonathan's hands stopped Dio's, taking them to a soft hold. The blond looked down at him, wary.  "Dio", he spoke out, finally able to think when those beautiful hands weren't being sodistracting, with all their touches and such, "I want to properly make love to you."  Despite trying not to seem so, Jonathan's words affected Dio. And he knew that the blond could feel the way his heart beat faster and faster still – they were pinned against his broad chest.  "And- And when has this been about whatyouwant, JoJo?" Dio's hands tugged hard against his, freeing him from Jonathan's grip. Jonathan could tell he had stirred something inside the other. "Don't think that this is anything more than you assisting me."  Jonathan raised a thick eyebrow at him. Before he was able to throw the blond off further, a finger presses against his plump lips. The touch was soft, barely there, but it's purpose was clear to Jonathan.  "Enough talk. I want to feel your cock inside of me."  Feeling his heart jump in his chest, Jonathan bit briefly his lip. He wasn't that patient himself, with his erection throbbing with urgency, but more than lose to his own carnal desires, he wanted to shower Dio with affection.  The night  was young – even with Dio dominating the situation, maybe he still held  a chance.  But that aside for the moment – Dio was moving on him, looking for something. Jonathan was sure that the way his ass moved against his dick was anything but unintentional.  And then Dio found it; a small bottle that wasn't on Jonathan's bed when he left the room. He watched intently as the blond poured a clear liquid on his fingers, waiting with anticipation for what would come next.  Jonathan held his breath – or rather, found himself breathless – when Dio's eyes locked on his and his hand disappeared behind him. He took a hold of the blond's hips, not caring about the way his eyes narrowed. Dio let his eyes close as he pushed two of his fingers inside. Jonathan could see his eyebrows twitch and furrow with concentration as the blond stretched himself for the brunet's girth.   Dio took his time; Jonathan could see why. He wasn't exactly small. And it wasn't like he didn't enjoy Dio's short breath's, the wet sounds of him fingering himself and the precum beading in the slit of his flushed cock.  Dio opened his eyes, suddenly, and Jonathan's grip of his hips tightened. The blond had stopped, wiping his hand in the sheets. Before he could lubricate Jonathan's dick, the brunet found himself talking out loud.  "Dio... What are you thinking? Right now?"  The falter in his actions was enough for Jonathan to notice.   "How grateful you must be for me to give you a permission to fuck me."  He didn't give Jonathan a chance to say anything. A cold substance poured onto his dick, and his hips jumped. And then he could feel Dio press himself against his cock, rubbing against the shaft of it before aligning the tip against his hole.  No, Jonathan wanted to say, that's not what I meant.   What do you think about all this?  But he didn't.  Instead, he concentrated on the feeling of Dio slowly taking his thick cock inside of his tight ass; he concentrated in the way Dio's brows furrowed again, in the way he bit his lip.  Maybe just watching the other – watching his usual act melt down with every inch he took inside – told him more than anything the other could say.  Dio stopped when he had fully taken Jonathan inside. His body was shaking and Jonathan was hardly any  better. Dio's walls were tight and almost unbearably hot around him. And when he moved his hips in the seek of more pleasure, the blond stopped him.  "I didn't—tell you to move", he said, out of breath.  "How does it feel?" Jonathan asked, keeping still and giving Dio the time he needed to adjust.   Embarrassingly enough, Jonathan couldn't say he hadn't thought about it; how it would feel to be filled with something other than his own fingers.  Dio looked down at him, rolling his eyes.  "What do you think?"  Jonathan didn't know, really.   Does it feel good?  "Does it hurt?"  Surprisingly, the blond answered him.  "Not really", Dio said, looking away with red on his cheeks, "I just feel... full."  Jonathan took the moment when Dio wasn't looking to sit up, keeping his adopted brother on his lap.  "JoJo- ah- What are you doing", Dio moaned with the sudden movement.  "Won't you let me hold you close, like this?" His voice was but a whisper against Dio's ear, and he could swear the other whimpered.  "Don't you dare, Jonathan", he hissed, amber eyes burning.   He was pushing it again, he knew. And he'd let Dio do whatever he wanted if he'd really deny him. But--  "Please?" He asked, bringing a hand on Dio's cheek. "I won't if you really don't want to."  Dio went silent in his lap. Hesitantly, he brought his hands on Jonathan's shoulders.   "Fine then", he huffed. "I suppose that it doesn't change much."  Because of course, Dio was still dominating the situation.  Jonathan smiled, immensely happy that his touch was allowed. He pressed a kiss against Dio's lips. Dio grunted against him as Jonathan's hands felt the curve of his waist again, moving to grab at his ass.  Kissing harder, letting his tongue slip in Dio's mouth, Jonathan thrust his hips. He gasped, lifting Dio off his cock ever so slightly, and then pushing all the way back in. Dio squirmed in his lap with the movement.  "Is this okay?" Jonathan asked, softly.  The two were so close Dio could feel Jonathan's lips move against his. Jonathan didn't know why it took so long for the blond to answer. And when he did, he was more than just a little surprised.  "It's- It's fine."  And Jonathan felt a smile spread on his face again. He nuzzled at Dio's cheek with his own, and before the other could complain, Jonathan lifted him almost entirely off his dick. Dio yelped with the feeling of it, with the feeing of emptiness for the brief moment JoJo's thick cock wasn't lodged inside of him. He groaned when Jonathan was inside of him again, and the brunet moaned as he felt his dick penetrate Dio, stretching his walls apart.  "You feel—so good, Dio", Jonathan moaned, feeling Dio's hips move against him. He set up a slow rhythm; pulling his dick out of Dio, leaving the tip anchored inside of him, and then thrusting back inside in an agonizingly slow pace.  Dio squeezed at his cock, twitching around him erratically. Quiet moans fell from his lips as Jonathan slowly fucked him.  Jonathan poured Dio with affection all the while. Tender kisses on his cheeks, neck, lips, everywhere he could reach. Passionate whispers against the shell of his ears.  "You're amazing."  "You're so beautiful."  "You look cute,Dio."  "You're so hot--"  And for one reason or another, Dio let him. Encouraged him to continue, even.   "Tell me more, JoJo", he said, voice breathy and uneven.  Jonathan wondered, feeling hotter and hotter by the minute. Maybe Dio responded well to praise and affections after all.   If anything could be presumed from the way his cheeks grew redder, dick twitching eagerly against Jonathan's abdomen with his words.  "I want to feel more of you", he whispered against Dio's ear. Dio shuddered, bucking his hips against the dick in his ass.  "You're sogood--", Jonathan moaned against the skin of his neck, and the blond writhed in his hold. Jonathan thrusted faster, only a little, and Dio groaned when his hard prick rubbed against his prostate.  "Yes, right there, just like that-- JoJo", Dio practically bounced on his dick, urging the brunet to hit that spot again.  Jonathan fucked into him harder, finding the right angle with ease. Dio's reactions told him everything.  "You're so tight around me", Jonathan panted, fucking him harder and Dio threw his head back in ecstasy.   "You're perfect- every inch of you."  His words hit deeper than any touch could reach – Dio came hard between the two. Jonathan was entranced by the way his tongue hung out, line of drool on his chin; entranced by the way his body quivered against his, muscles tensing.  Entranced by the way soft whines left his throat as his cum spilled on Jonathan's stomach.  Seeing Dio like this – coming undone by Jonathan's actions, crumbling down with pleasure right in front of him – was surreal in the best of ways.  "Oh, Dio—Dio, Dio", Jonathan sighed, slowly filling the other with his hardness as the blond rode out his orgasm. Dio was clenching around his dick hard, and he felt close to his climax as well.  "C-Can I finish--- inside of you?"  It was obscene for him to ask, yet he did. Appearances be damned.  "Yes, JoJo--", Dio groaned, then cut himself off. He wouldn't want Jonathan to know how much he wanted to feel the other's seed inside of him. And he felt so very sensitive, with Jonathan's cock rubbing in his tight hole with every movement.  Jonathan smiled again, so radiant Dio wanted to look away. Jonathan wouldn't let him, though; the brunet kissed Dio again, pressing his lips softly against his. He felt hot, too hot, and then his mind went blank with the force of his climax. His cock twitched inside the other, and Dio shivered, grunting, as he felt the hot cum fill him where Jonathan's dick didn't.  Jonathan's hands wrapped around Dio's waist and he fell back, pulling his brother down with him.  The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing, and Jonathan grunted when Dio lifted himself off him. He instantly missed the contact and weight of Dio's body. Jonathan could see the way his cum leaked on Dio's thighs, and he felt his cheeks heat up. Dio rolled to his side, and Jonathan turned to look at him. The blond raised an eyebrow at him.  "Dio", Jonathan started, "What does this all mean to you?"  Dio watched, quiet, for a moment.  "Good fun."  Jonathan's eyebrows furrowed.  "Please, no lies."  "You first, then. What does this mean to you?" Dio mimicked his question.  Jonathan turned on his side, facing Dio entirely. Words didn't come easy to him, but he spoke with honesty.  "You know how I.. .feel about you, Dio. I want to be with you like a man with his wife, how deviant that may be."  I want you to fall in love with me as I have with you.  He waited for Dio's answer, nervous. He knew his attraction wasn't one sided, had known even before the incident in the library, but that wasn't what he was afraid of.  Because he couldn't tell if Dio only wanted his body or if there was something else.  "How sweet of you", Dio's tone was sarcastic, and Jonathan wasn't sure if he only imagined the pink on the blond's cheeks. "I've grown tired, however. We'll pick up the conversation when I'm not dead tired."  Jonathan wanted to protest; he knew that Dio was trying to run away. But he was feeling the exhaustion himself, so he let him.  "Very well", he said with a heavy sigh.  "Now let me go to sleep in peace, JoJo", Dio said, looking at him like he was expecting him to leave.  Jonathan was confused and then, amused. Dio looked at him, wary, when the brunet chuckled.  "This is my room, Dio... Though you may stay for the night, if you'd like."  This time Jonathan was sure that Dio blushed as he rose from his bed with a huff. Jonathan looked at his back when he dressed the clothes that had carelessly been thrown away before. He pulled the thick covers on him as Dio was making his leave.  The blond stopped at the door, not facing Jonathan.  "Perhaps that kind of relationship wouldn't be all that bad."  Jonathan's heart leapt to his throat.  "Dio, does that mean--"  "Good night, JoJo."  Dio left his room quickly, and Jonathan was left alone.  Yes, he knew that he should be careful, but...  Maybe he really had a real chance with Dio. Chapter End Notes Honestly thank you everyone for being so kind in the comments!! They are what got me to continue this fic even when I was super unsure of my writing rip End Notes I'm sorry this was so weird and bad and the beginning feels disconnected to the rest of the fic lmao hope it was still enjoyable I'm gonna probably make a second chapter to this if it's good enough for it orz Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!