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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      GOT7
  Relationship:
      Im_Jaebum_|_JB/Jackson_Wang
  Character:
      Im_Jaebum_|_JB, Park_Jinyoung_|_Jr.
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Tutoring, Fluff_and_Smut, Fluff, Blow
      Jobs, Glasses_kink, cus_why_not, jaebum_wears_glasses_and_jackson_wants
      to_die
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-25 Words: 5536
****** Study Buddy ******
by wildandsexy
Summary
     Jackson is failing Ancient History and Jaebum is his only hope. He
     also really wants to make out with Jaebum, which sort of complicates
     things.
Notes
     so... i know wrote a fic like 2 days ago but then olga and i started
     talking about tutor aus and jackbum and glasses kink and... here we
     are.. blame olga.
See the end of the work for more notes
“You failed the assignment.”
Those two words had Jackson almost falling out of his seat, eyebrows raised at
his teacher. Jackson Wang did not fail. Jackson Wang was the school’s star
fencer, preparing for the youth Olympics and almost certain to be on the
Olympic team when he came of age. Jackson Wang spoke 4 languages, won the
academic award for English and was the favorite pupil of every teacher he’d
ever had. The present one excluded- apparently.
“I’m what?!” He watched the man sigh, shuffling the papers on his desk.
“I’m sorry Jackson but this is an advanced class, you were warned when you
enrolled in it that it would require special care and extra time allocated to
be successful in it-“
“No no no,” Jackson murmured to himself. His parents would kill him. His
coaches would kill him. The man who could have been Olympian Jackson Wang with
two gold medals would travel back in time just to come kill him for ruining his
own future. Just because he hadn’t paid enough attention in AP Ancient History!
Why was he even doing the subject? Everything important in history he already
knew why should he care about how people on that really big river in Africa
developed irrigation to cultivate their land when it wasn’t flooding? Or how
that emperor guy pissed off his own friends enough to have them murder him? Or
how those old guys in togas who invented philosophy?
Jackson hated philosophy. He thought it was just people’s excuse to use
complicated words to talk about obvious things and impress one another.
“So-“ His teacher interrupted, talking over his panicked inner monologue of
no’s. “I’m recommending you either drop out of the subject before it becomes a
permanent mark on your academic record or find yourself a tutor.”
Jackson’s head flicked up, eyes searching, “I can do that?” He raised his
eyebrows. “Where?”
Im Jaebum was one of the quietest people Jackson had ever met in his life and
Jackson’s best friend was Mark, who once said no more than 3 words in the
straight 12 hours Jackson had spent with him. Sure it may have been because it
was a sleepover and they had been asleep for almost 9 of those hours but still.
Jackson knew enough to know that Im Jaebum was not an outgoing person.
But, what he lacked in personality he made up for in good looks. Jackson was
man enough to admit it, watching the guy from behind a bookshelf in the library
as he read through a thick book of text. Jackson realised he wasn’t even taking
notes from it. He was here for fun during their lunch break. Unbelievable.
He hovered in place, one foot resting on the bottom shelf so he could peak
through the shelf of books to see the boy and didn’t notice Jinyoung’s approach
until he felt a tap on his left shoulder.
The scream he let out was manly- he would later argue- despite Jinyoung’s
claims.
“What the hell?” Jackson shrieked, waving off the librarian’s annoyed ‘SHH!’
but lowering his voice slightly. “Why would you do that?”
Jinyoung considered him, eyes flicking from where he stood, through the shelf
to see where the boy was seated. “Are you stalking Jaebum-hyung?” He whispered.
Jackson scoffed, “Stalking? Him? Why would you think I would ever do that-“
“Because you’ve been crushing on him since-“
Jackson slapped a hand over the boy’s mouth, dragging him down the aisle and
further away and out of earshot of Jaebum’s table, “Sh! We’re in a library
can’t you respect the silence rule?”
Jinyoung shoved his hand off, rolling his eyes again, “Fine well if you’re not
stalking him what are you doing in here? For someone who gets such good grades
you’re in here surprisingly rarely.”
Jackson shrugged, “What can I say I have a good brain. Well actually-” He bit
his lip for a moment before his eyes lit up. “Jinyoung! You know Jaebum right?
You two hang out?”
Jinyoung stared at him, “Well I mean we’re lab partners-“
Jackson clapped his hands together quietly, “Perfect! Let’s go!”
He grabbed the boy’s arm, tugging him back towards the table and calling out in
fake-surprise when he caught sight of Jaebum.
“Hyung! What a surprise running into you here!” He exclaimed brightly, sliding
into the chair opposite him and tugging Jinyoung into the seat behind him.
“So…”
Jaebum stared at them both, eyes caching on his tight grip on Jinyoung’s wrist.
Jackson released it smoothly but Jaebum still seemed wary, “So…”
Jackson considered, “So Jinyoung was saying you do well in AP Ancient History
right?”
Jaebum glanced over at Jinyoung, eyes wide, “You were?”
Jinyoung looked lost and Jackson cut them off, leaning forward on the table,
“Well it just so happen I’m looking for a tutor in that very subject!” He put
on his brightest smile, the one that had kids from all grades coming to fencing
meets and cheering him on. Even the ones that had no idea what fencing was.
They always made for interesting supporters.
Jaebum was still staring blankly, book forgotten in his hands and Jackson
looked down to scan the title. It was something about Rome and he felt his grin
grow. This was going to be perfect. Jackson would have himself a tutor who was
passionate about the subject, good at it, focused and it did help that he was
easy on the eyes. Everything was going to go perfectly-
“No,” Jaebum said tonelessly, eyes dropping back to his book and obviously
expecting that to be the end of the conversation.
“I’m sorry what?” Jackson huffed, eyes turning to Jinyoung’s in disbelief who
looked completely bored. He waved him away. He wasn’t heartless, Jinyoung
probably still needed to eat and it seemed like this might take a little bit
more convincing than Jackson anticipated. “Why won’t you tutor me? You already
have too many students?”
Jaebum sighed, pushing the bridge of his glasses up from where they had slipped
down his nose. Part of Jackson thought about how he wanted to suck that thumb
into his mouth- but the rest of him needed to stay focused and pay attention to
the words coming out of Jaebum’s very pink, very soft looking lips, “I don’t
tutor. That’s why I’m doing well in AP Ancient History. Because I actually
spend my spare time studying-“
“That’s perfect!” Jackson cried out, receiving a dirty look from the librarian
again. He ignored her, again. “We can study together! I hear study groups are a
great way for people to help one another learn and improve your overall
retention of information.”
“Well then maybe you should start one,” Jaebum replied smoothly, still not
looking up from his book.
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” Jackson said, tone still upbeat but annoyance
slowly creeping into it.
“Jackson I’m very busy-“ Jaebum turned to the next page and Jackson wanted to
slap his pretty hands. There was no way he was still reading the book while
Jackson spoke to him. It was a textbook power move. Jackson laughed to himself.
Textbook. “If there’s anything else?”
Jackson’s eyes widened when Jaebum finally looked up to meet his gaze, trying
to remember all his excellent points for why Jaebum should tutor him and help
him not fail the subject and ruin his life.
“The teacher said you’ll get extra credit but I’ll pay you as well,” Jackson
heard himself say, wincing when Jaebum’s eyebrows raised.
“Really?”
“I-“ Jackson bit his tongue. Now he’d have to try and figure out where to get
money for tutoring. “Yeah. Only if my grades improve.”
Jaebum seemed to consider it, “I want pay even if they don’t raise. It’s not my
fault if you don’t pay attention-“
“Fine,” Jackson huffed. “But I will pay attention I am a good student so I
don’t really see why you’re so worried-“
Jaebum’s pursed lips split into a friendly smile, cutting off Jackson’s words
and leaving him breathless.
“Fine,” Jaebum closed his book, tucking it away in his bag and Jackson realized
he’d brought it from home. It wasn’t even a library book. What a nerd. A nerd
with a great jawline. “We can start this afternoon. We’re meeting at your house
I presume?”
Jackson’s mouth opened and closed quickly and he was suddenly very thankful his
training had been in the morning, so he was in fact free, “Uh yeah sure. We can
head there together. I can meet you out front of the gates.”
Jaebum nodded, “I guess I’ll see you this afternoon then.”
And with that he was gone. And Jackson had a tutor. And a major problem.
~~~
Jackson’s eyes were heavy, his shoulders slumped and the pen in his hand
slipping.
“Wake up!” He jumped in place, turning to see Jaebum rolling his eyes at him
where he sat on Jackson’s bed skimming through their textbook. Jackson had to
stop his mind from drifting into other, much more interesting reasons for
Jaebum to be on his bed. “If you’re going to fall asleep I’m going to go home.”
Jackson shook his head, trying to wake himself up and whining softly, “I just
need food or something to keep me awake.”
Jaebum eyed him, “Okay. Then go get a snack. Quickly.” Jackson made his way to
the door, hearing Jaebum call out behind him. “And get me something!”
He sighed. Having Jaebum as a tutor had been something he had expected to be
easy. The guy was quiet and smart and handsome. Jackson expected to spend his
afternoons listening to Jaebum reading to him about particularly important
historical figures, encouraging him when he wrote something good, giving him
fun flash card quizzes and rewarding him with kisses when he got an answer
right. Instead he got Jaebum highlighting huge portions of texts and handing it
to him saying “you have 10 minutes and then I’m quizzing you on this.” Instead
of compliments on his work he got a disbelieving eyebrow raise that clearly
meant “really? You cannot be that stupid.” Instead of kisses rewarding his good
work with the flash cards, he got a quick nod, not even a small smile, before
Jaebum moved onto the next question that he’d inevitably get wrong because he
was too busy thinking about not getting a kiss.
It had been two weeks. They met up Monday and Thursday’s after school and
Wednesday’s during lunch but Jackson still had no idea who Augustus was nor did
he think Jaebum was any closer to wanting to make out with him. In fact, he was
pretty sure having Jaebum tutor him had made his chances of kissing the guy
even worse.
He returned with a packet of chips and some fruit, he was an athlete after all
he had to be careful what he ate, and it was one of the first times he saw
Jaebum smile at something he did. Typical.
But he couldn’t complain too much when he got to watch Jaebum seated just down
from to him on his bed, glasses sliding down his nose, crunching down on chips
like it was the most satisfying meal ever. Jackson wanted to give him an taste
of what a much more satisfying feeling felt like.
He groaned quietly to himself, eyes dropping back to his work when Jaebum
looked up in confusion.
“Why are you complaining now?” Jaebum huffed out and Jackson stayed silent,
pretending to be focused on the reading. “It’s really not that hard- here.”
He felt the mattress dip as Jaebum shuffled over, seated next to him and
peering over his shoulder, “What part don’t you understand?”
Jackson’s breath caught in his throat and he felt his face blush stupidly, “I-
uh. I just don’t understand how Rome went from being a democracy to being an
empire? Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?”
Jaebum’s eyebrows raised and he scooted closer, “Well actually that’s part of
what makes Rome so interesting. The Roman Republic wasn’t really a democracy as
we’d consider one today- the wealthy class held far more power than-“ And
Jackson watched as Jaebum launched into the spiel he heard from his teacher,
except unlike the man with his droning, bored of his own content lecture he
watched Jaebum’s eyes light up. He was beautiful, Jackson realised, not just
for his bone structure or the broad set of his shoulders. Not even for his dark
hair and the way it dropped over his glasses when he forgot to gel it back
enough. Not for his piercings and their tiny rebellion from the school’s strict
dress code that he otherwise followed flawlessly. But for the way his face lit
up when he spoke about something he actually cared about.
Jackson felt a small smile pull at his lips when Jaebum eventually finished
speaking, eying him warily, “Why are you smiling like that? Don’t make fun of
me.”
“No no-“ Jackson shook his head, half wishing he had it in himself to tease
Jaebum for his passion about something he’d once considered dorky. “It’s just
nice to see you care about something so much.”
That seemed to shock Jaebum, leaving him wordless as he settled back into his
seat, “Uh well.” Jaebum’s eyes ducked back down to his readings. “Anyway get
back to your reading. Let me know if you have any other questions.”
Jackson watched as he adjusted his glasses, one broad hand reaching up to press
them back and he had the strong urge to hold that hand in his, press it to his
chest and trace the intricate patterns running along it. He was in deep.
~~~
“So you’re in love with your tutor?” Mark said dryly, picking at his lunch.
“Sh!” Jackson hissed out, eyes darting around the room to make sure nobody had
overheard them. “It’s a secret!”
Jinyoung slid into the seat beside him with Youngjae in tow, “What is? That
you’ve got the hots for Im Jaebum?”
Jackson cried out in despair, he had the worst friends.
“No it’s worse than that!” He whined. “I’ve always known he was hot- I have
eyes- but now it’s so much worse.”
Mark raised a brow, remaining silent and Jackson leant in, revealing what was a
truly humungous secret.
“He’s cute too.”
~~~
Jaebum read through Jackson’s drafted extra credit assignment silently, pen lid
captured between his lips and legs crossed underneath him. Every time he
dropped the pen down to write on it Jackson winced, he swore he had proof read
it a hundred times and had been so sure it would be good enough. He had more
than just his teacher to impress now.
Jaebum finished eventually, looking up at him and Jackson held his breath.
“It’s good.”
Jackson cheered, launching himself from where he was perched on the edge of the
bed and landed firmly on Jaebum’s legs.
“Really?!” He called out, shaking Jaebum’s shoulders as he cheered and he felt
Jaebum’s tired sigh against his shoulder. “Hyung you can at least pretend to be
proud of me! I’ve never worked so hard on something in my entire life.”
Jaebum shoved him off and Jackson couldn’t find it in himself to mind. The 15
seconds of contact he had been allowed was far more time than Jaebum would have
given him 6 weeks ago, “You’re a prize recipient for English and an Olympian
level fencer and that was the hardest you’ve ever worked on something?”
Jackson shrugged, still lying across the bed and smiling up at Jaebum, “Well
yeah. Everything else is way easier. Languages and physical activity come to me
naturally.” He flexed one arm proudly, grinning at Jaebum’s eye roll. “This is
way harder.”
“Maybe you should tutor me in languages then,” Jaebum murmured, turning back to
his textbooks and Jackson raised his eyebrows.
“What about in athletics? You don’t need a trainer for that too?” He let his
voice tilt, teetering on the edge of teasing and outright flirting. It wasn’t
the first time he had toed that line. But it was the first time Jaebum
responded, not even looking up from his reading.
“Oh I think you’ll find my athleticism quite sufficient.”
~~~
It had been two weeks since Jaebum had flirted back and Jackson was slowly
losing his mind. He had expected that to be the turning point. Finally he would
get rewards of affection for correct answers and proud smiles for his hard work
and maybe he could even steal Jaebum’s glasses, hide them somewhere in his
house and refuse to return them until the boy kissed him 4 times. Finally,
after what had been, admittedly, months of crushing on the boy he would get
some pay off. But he had not.
Jaebum was a tease, Jackson had found. He had thought Jaebum clueless to his
pursuit, another possibly-straight boy completely ignorant of Jackson’s
struggle to woo them, but he was clearly neither of the above.
Jaebum was running his pen along the rim of his lips, glasses low on his nose
and leaning towards Jackson, so far past the normal barrier for personal space
that he felt like he was about to explode. Jaebum however, wasn’t even looking
at him, instead reaching over to highlight one “very important” line of the
reading. He leant back and Jackson could suddenly breathe again, but not for
long when Jaebum shot him a smirk.
“You really should read this,” He said lightly, before his voice dropped lower
and Jackson felt his stomach do the same. “Thoroughly.”
That was it, Jackson decided. This was so beyond the limits of what he could
handle and he was ready to either jump Jaebum or flee the country. But then the
boy’s brow crinkled, looking puzzled when he noticed the time on his watch.
“Oh!” Jaebum pulled away, “I should be heading home you’re parents will be home
soon and it’s almost time for dinner. I don’t want to intrude-“
“Stay for dinner,” Jackson heard himself say, voice rough but clear. Jaebum’s
eyebrows rose.
“I really shouldn’t,” He said slowly, sounding unsure and Jackson wished he had
just kept his stupid mouth shut. Of course Jaebum didn’t want to stay for
dinner and meet his parents it wasn’t like they were dating or even really
friends they were just studying together and Jaebum had no-
“Actually… Sure,” Jaebum’s mouth parted into a smile and Jackson swore he
almost cracked a rib keeping himself from crying out in response. So Jaebum
stayed for dinner, and met his parents and enchanted them with his friendly
smiles and charming words and Jackson could see his parents' clear approval
wafting off them in waves. Jaebum even offered to stay to help clean up before
being waved off by his parents and Jackson dragged him back to his room.
“Escape before they start asking you about your university applications,”
Jackson hissed, stomach clenching at Jaebum’s soft laughter.
He watched as Jaebum gathered up his things, the room strangely silent as he
lingered by his desk. He wanted to say something, he didn’t know what but the
silence had his heart and mind racing.
“So…” He began, mentally slapping himself for speaking before he had his words
prepared. Jaebum looked up, face blank and almost expectant? Jackson didn’t
know what he was doing. “So the final is next week then.”
Jaebum looked away, grabbing a stray pen and nodding at nothing in particular,
“Yeah. Are you nervous?”
“No,” Jackson said, realizing that was the truth. Jaebum had prepared him well
and with the extra credit he had earnt he had the chance to get a surprisingly
good grade if he did well. But that also meant no more Jaebum. No more after
school study sessions with Jaebum curled up on his bed. No more lunch meetings
where Jackson would bring an extra snack for Jaebum just to see his pleased
little eyes crinkles. No more opportunities for Jackson to finally take the
step he had been wanting to all these months. So he lied. “Actually yes-“
Jaebum’s eyebrows rose, “About what?”
Jackson bluffed, arms gesturing generally, “Exams just in general. I’ve never
been a big fan.”
Jaebum looked surprised, “Oh well you did fine in the practice exams.” He
considered for a moment. “Although I’m sure I could get you some more if you
really wanted to- I just don't know if we have enough time-“
“I’m free tomorrow afternoon,” Jackson lied. It was a Friday and he’d have
fencing but he was sure he could pull some strings and convince them to let him
have the afternoon off to “study”, he would already had training that morning
anyway. Plus his parents would be working late.
Jaebum looked surprised and Jackson’s stomach dropped. He probably had
something on. Some date with a pretty girl he met in the library or one of the
people from his film club or-
“Sure,” Jaebum said softly, a gentle smile lingering at the corners of his
lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
~~~
Jackson had a plan. A very simple, very unsubtle and slightly embarrassing plan
but a plan nonetheless.
He let Jaebum in before him, mumbling something about “not getting a chance to
shower after training that morning” and disappeared off into the bathroom. He
did need to shower, he had deliberately trained for too long that morning to be
able to fit anything but a quick rinse off before class. He was a method actor,
he had determined. So he stood in the bathroom, wet hair clinging to his face
and droplets of water running down the planes of his chest as he assessed
himself in the mirror.
“You can do this,” He whispered to himself, flexing really quickly in the
mirror before ensuring the towel around his waist was secure and just brushing
the limit of too low before heading out. He slipped through the door to his
room, spotting Jaebum lying comfortably on his bed, eating some chips Jackson
knew he had stolen from his cupboard. It was fine though. Jackson had after
all, bought them just for him.
“Sorry,” He said airily, moving to his drawers and tugging one open. “Forgot to
grab some clean clothes.”
He heard a soft surprised intake of break from behind him, trying not to smirk
when he felt another droplet make it’s slow descent down his shoulders and
towards the dimples of his lower back. He pretended to dig through the drawer
for a moment more, looking for a pair of boxer briefs he knew were in the next
one over. He shifted to it, arms flexing as he pulled it open.
This was what Jaebum had driven him to. Flexing, wet and basically naked, happy
trail out for the world and praying to warrant more of a reaction than a
slightly surprised gasp.
So he turned, eyes catching on where Jaebum was staring at him. His glasses hid
where his eyes were looking but he heard Jaebum’s voice clearly, “Jackson can
you please stop flexing so we can get some actual study done?”
But Jackson couldn’t miss the slight waver in his delivery and he grinned to
himself turning back to his drawers, “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it,
hyung.”
And suddenly Jaebum was there, crowding into his space and spinning him around.
Jackson felt his hips bump back against the drawers, allowing himself to be
seated on it before Jaebum pulled his face forward with a strong hand. Jaebum’s
lips, pressing firmly and insistently to his, swallowed his gasp and Jackson
had no intentions of pulling away. He brushed his tongue to Jaebum’s, indulging
himself in the feeling of his free hand running down his naked back. He groaned
when it dropped to his ass, reaching up to grab his other from where it rested
against his neck and pressing it down to join the other. Jaebum’s hands secured
against him, he ground his hips forward sharply, his own arms pulling Jaebum in
tighter as their lips slid wetly together. He was overheating, blood rushing in
his ears and with his wet torso pressed to Jaebum’s own clothed one, the air
between them quickly became heavy and humid. He sighed, pleased and reached one
hand down to pull his towel loose.
But he was stopped, just milliseconds from pulling it free by Jaebum’s hand on
his wrist. Everything paused, Jaebum taking a step back and stopping Jackson's
pursuit with a breathy, "wait."
Jaebum’s lips were red, slick with spit and Jackson wanted nothing more than to
suck the bottom one back into his mouth, but Jaebum held himself away. His eyes
were closed tightly and his panting breaths slowed before he opened them once
more.
Jackson could see, through the lenses, the dark pupils staring back at him and
he groaned, “What-“
Jaebum extracted his arms from around Jackson, and Jackson realised with a hot
flush that one of them had slipped underneath the towel and had been grasping
his bare skin, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t even ask first-“
Jackson groaned, “Oh my god you’re so fucking cute-“
Jaebum’s eyebrows crinkled, “I am not cute-“
“Okay okay you’re so fucking hot,” Jackson appeased, enjoying the blush that
sprung up on Jaebum’s collarbones. “Now can you please get back here I’ve been
trying to get you to make out with me for the past two months you can’t stop
now-“
Jaebum laughed, sliding his hands under his thighs and Jackson wrapped them
around his hips willingly. He giggled in Jaebum’s ear until he was thrown onto
his bed and instead groaned at the realization that he was finally going to
have Jaebum on his bed in the way he always wanted. Jaebum stood above him,
smirk playing on the edge of his lips and he reached up to remove his glasses.
“Wait!” Jackson cried out, hands splayed out. “What are you doing?”
Jaebum paused, “Taking off my glasses?”
Jackson tried to hide his panic, voice gentle, “But don’t you want to see… You
know?”
Jaebum tilted his head, “Jackson I can still see. You’ll just be a little
blurry.”
“But- but,” Jackson floundered, trying to think of an excuse before he sighed,
defeated. “Just please keep them on.”
Jaebum’s breath caught in his throat and he considered Jackson carefully,
sliding smoothly between his legs and hovering over him, “Wait a second- are
you into my glasses?”
Jackson whined, trying to lean up to capture Jaebum’s lips and avoid answering
but the boy held him in place with one strong hand to his sternum, “I’m into
you.” Jackson said pettily, not even noticing what he was admitting until he
saw Jaebum’s surprised smile. “You just happen to be attached to them.”
Jaebum shook his head, leaning down to press a soft peck to Jackson’s neck that
had him squirming, “No… I think you have a little bit of a glasses kink.”
Jackson groaned, hips shifting restlessly, still just inches too far from
Jaebum’s to provide any real relief. Jaebum glanced down, grinning at the clear
bulge underneath the still damp towel. “It’s okay though- I think I have a
little bit of a kink too.”
“Oh yeah?” Jackson asked, whine escaping his lips when Jaebum finally ground
his hips down to meet his. He did it slowly, face not revealing anything but
curiosity for the way Jackson responded. It was unfair, Jackson thought, that
he was so good at hiding his emotions when Jackson had been an open book from
day one. “You nerds always have a little bit of a jock kink don’t you?”
Jaebum laughed at that, biting down sharply on his exposed collarbone and
having Jackson’s hips jolt up suddenly, “No I think I just have a you kink.”
Jackson couldn’t contain himself and neither could Jaebum, barking out his own
laughter and collapsing against Jackson who pulled him in tightly.
“You’re so cheesy,” Jackson murmured, against his ear, enjoying the warm weight
of Jaebum pressed to him and sneakily pulling at the hem of his shirt.
Jaebum just sighed, lifting up and allowing Jackson to remove his shirt before
he reached down and trailed one gentle finger down the planes of his stomach,
tracing his happy trail until it reached where his towel was secured. He
considered it for a moment, as Jackson waited short of breath.
“So I’m cheesy huh? This coming from the guy who seduced me by getting naked
and ‘forgetting his clothes’,” Jackson flushed.
“Well it worked didn’t it?” He said, voice gentle and Jaebum took the
opportunity to pull the towel open. The silence hung over the room and Jackson
waited, silent as Jaebum took in the sight of him spread out just for him.
“So…” Jackson began, cut off when Jaebum slid down the bed and ran a firm
tongue against him. He was fully hard within seconds, a low groan escaping his
lips and making him very thankful that his parents were working late. “Oh my
god it’s happening.” Jaebum pulled back and considered him Jackson couldn’t
help but groan at the sight. He was beautiful, eyes dark behind their lenses,
hair clinging to his forehead and strong shoulders flexing as he held himself
up. But he caught Jackson’s eye and grinned, and that had Jackson’s heart
jumping more than anything else.
Jaebum slid down once more, sinking his mouth down over him and it took all of
his focus to keep his hips from jumping up into the warm, wet heat engulfing
him. Jaebum seemed content to tease him, alternating between long, hard sucks
that had Jackson’s voice breaking and quick strokes of his hand that left him
panting. He reached down, brushing his hair from Jaebum’s forehead and eyes
hardly able to focus when he caught sight of him, glasses sliding down his nose
and cheeks hollowed.
“Fuck I do have a glasses kink,” He pushed them up the bridge of his nose
gently, gasping when Jaebum groaned in response. Jaebum ran his own hands down
his sides, pausing to run back and forth over his thighs before moving up to
his ass once more. He tugged him upwards and Jackson hissed when it pulled him
deeper, Jaebum’s nose almost pressed to his skin, but he paused, unsure if that
was something Jaebum wanted. But the low groan, vibrating through him and
leaving him panting was a good indication he did.
So he moved his hips up again, slow wet slide fucking his cock into Jaebum’s
mouth and he moaned at Jaebum’s repeated reaction. Jackson gasped every time he
did it, still unable to believe what he was experiencing and thanking every god
he knew for this moment. Jaebum’s hips were still clad in denim and he noticed
his hands slide down, unzipping himself and groaning at the release it
provided. The single thought of Jaebum getting off to Jackson’s pleasure had
him on the edge.
He prodded at Jaebum, words broken as he tried to warn him but Jaebum kept
sucking, kept pulling his hips up to meet his mouth and Jackson was not one to
protest. It wasn’t until the last moment, the warm heat bursting from him that
Jaebum released him.
He came with a cry, hips jolting up at the sound of Jaebum’s own orgasm and he
slipped from between those lips, white droplets spraying across the boy's
cheekbones and he watched with awe as one reached his glasses.
He panted for breath, trying to recover before he looked down and noted
Jaebum’s affronted expression.
He was practically glowing, the sheen of sweat on his bronzed skin played up by
his wet mouth, panting against Jackson’s hip bone. But it was his downturned
lips that had Jackson giggling and having great admiration for his work. He
reached for the glasses, carefully removing them and considered the small
droplet.
“I’m sorry I came on your glasses,” He said softly, and grinned at Jaebum’s
responding sigh.
“No you’re not,” Jaebum responded, sliding up the bed and laying beside him.
Jackson curled into his side and couldn’t help feeling a little bit ripped off
that Jaebum had finished himself off without him. Jaebum noticed his gaze, and
sighed. “Are you really annoyed you didn’t get to suck me off too?”
Jackson pouted his lips, “No.”
Jaebum reached for the towel, tugging it out from underneath Jackson and wiping
them both down gently.
“Well,” He wiped his glasses carefully, sighing when they remained smudged.
“How about after you do your practice exams I give you that as a little
reward?”
Jackson pretended to consider it, “So if that’s the little reward what do I get
for a big reward?”
Jaebum rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to his cheek and murmuring quietly in
his ear, “I guess you’ll find out after you pass the subject.” And with that he
stood up, taking Jackson’s towel with him and walking from the room. “I’m gonna
take a shower- try not to be too distracted until I come back, I want to see
that practice exam finished!”
Jackson eyed the exam for a mere second before standing up to chase after him.
The practice exam could wait.
End Notes
     ANYWAY so I still can't believe I wrote this... please help me feel
     better by commenting/leaving kudos so i feel better about spamming
     everyone with jackbum fic when i should be studying. . im a mess.
     anyway love ya guys byee!!
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