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Slinking into the office in the hope nobody would notice him, and therefore, his lateness, Park Jimin tiptoed lithely to his desk. So far, so good. Everyone else seemed engrossed in their work to the point that his entrance had gone unremarked.
Or so he thought.
After placing his backpack in its usual spot on the floor behind his desk, Jimin returned to a standing position and almost fell back over again. Standing in front of his desk, wearing an infuriating smirk while sucking on a lollipop, was Kim Taehyung.
The one person that generally mild-mannered Jimin could not stand.
"Slept in this morning, Jimin?" Taehyung asked, deceptively wide-eyed.
Shit. Jimin knew that this was Taehyung's way of letting him know he'd noticed, and that he'd be saving it up to hold over him at a later date.
"Some of us have lives, Taehyung. We don't all spend our time trying to catch others out," Jimin seethed.
Taehyung's smirk evolved into a full-face grin. "Oh, but Jimin, it's so much fun to watch you squirm," his dark, molasses-tinged voice purred. "Have a good day, won't you?" Taehyung added, pointing at his eyes and then Jimin before spinning on his heel and sauntering off.
Irritation thrumming under his skin, Jimin forced himself to take several deep breaths and be mindful for a few moments. Yes, Kim Taehyung was annoying in the extreme. But he was no longer looming over Jimin's desk, and Jimin was going to put some space between himself and his anger. He had work to do, after all. Through sheer willpower, Jimin was able to banish the image of Kim Taehyung's infuriatingly attractive face from the forefront of his mind.
That was the most frustrating thing of all. Kim Taehyung was handsome, and Jimin would be lying if he denied it. The irrefutable fact of his beauty, coupled with the casual way he wore it, provided yet another reason for Jimin to dislike him.
Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, Jimin got stuck into work. He was able to lose himself for several hours, only dragged out of his deep concentration when Jung Hoseok, the boss, clapped his hands loudly in the middle of the room.
"Your attention, please," Hoseok's penetrating voice boomed, making all the workers' ears prick up. "You'll be well aware that when you signed your contracts to work here, there was mention of compulsory team building activities. Now, I'm here to inform you that the first of this year's activities will be taking place this coming weekend. Attendance is, of course, compulsory. You are all to meet me outside the office at 7am sharp on Saturday morning. I'll be driving us all in a minibus to the camping ground I've chosen. All equipment will be provided, as will food and drink. All you need to take care of is yourselves and your own personal belongings."
A murmur went up around the office. Hoseok held up his hand for silence.
"It goes without saying that no excuses will be accepted. You will all be taking part in this trip. I'm sure we'll have a great time," he ended. With a sunny smile, he strode back to his office that was separated from the workers' by a glass partition. Enough to lend the illusion of privacy while still enabling Hoseok to keep a beady eye on what went on in the rest of the office.
Jimin knew that Hoseok was completely serious when he said it was compulsory. Trying to get out of the trip would be impossible. He'd have to call his parents and postpone this weekend's planned visit. They'd be disappointed, but he could go next week. It wasn't as though he had much else to do, anyway.
Maybe it would be fun? Providing he managed to avoid a certain annoyingly handsome brat.
Well, there'd be seven people there. Surely he'd manage.
*****
The days rolled on apace, and before Jimin really had a chance to worry too much about it, he was staring down the barrel of Saturday morning. Up at 5, packed and ready by 6, he was waiting alone outside the office at a quarter to 7. The next person to join him was Namjoon, the dimpled, easygoing accounts manager. Soon after, Seokjin from creative arrived, followed by Jungkook, the office jack-of-all-trades, quiet Yoongi from programming, and an extremely cheerful looking Hoseok. At 6.58, Jimin allowed himself a moment to wonder whether Taehyung was actually coming, after all. His heart soared as Hoseok asked them to load their backpacks into the van in preparation to leave.
At 6.59, all Jimin's hopes were dashed as a tall, lanky man careened around the corner panting wildly.
"Hoseok-ssi! I'm here! It's not 7 yet, I'm not late," he bellowed, grabbing his stomach and gulping in lungfuls of air.
"Glad you could make it, Tae," Hoseok grinned.
That was another infuriating thing about Kim Taehyung, Jimin mused. Everyone else seemed to like him. Jimin was the only one who could see that he was actually the devil in a cheap, tawdry disguise.
"Okay, pile in!" Hoseok ordered. "Yoongi, you'll sit up front with me. I need your navigational skills. The rest of you, sort it out yourselves," he ended, gesturing vaguely with his right hand.
Jimin slid into the middle row, grinning as Namjoon slid in beside him. His heart sank a little as Taehyung followed Namjoon in, Seokjin and Jungkook taking the folding seats in the back.
"Hey, Park Jimin, you can't be serious," Taehyung blurted out. "Joon and I are the tallest people here and you're trying to sit on the side? Get those short legs in the middle, we need the legroom more than you."
Jimin opened his mouth, an indignant response on the tip of his tongue, when Namjoon spoke up. "Actually, Jimin, he has a point. Would you mind swapping with me? I'll get mega cramp if I can't stretch out."
Catching Taehyung's eye, he shuddered as he took note of the ubiquitous smirk. Smiling fondly at Namjoon, he acquiesced, sliding into the middle seat.
"You're lucky, being so tiny. You can fit in small spaces that normal people can't," Taehyung informed him, the smirk bursting into a delighted grin.
Giving him major side-eye, Jimin popped in his earbuds and tried his best to tune Taehyung out.
A very groggy Jimin woke up some hours later, his head pillowed on something incredibly comfortable. Cracking his eyes open, Jimin recoiled in shock when his eyes met Kim Taehyung's. As it turned out, the incredibly comfortable pillow had actually been Taehyung's shoulder. Wait, was that drool on Taehyung's shirt where his mouth had been?
"Have a nice snooze?" Taehyung smarmed, his voice oozing with sarcasm.
"S-Sorry," Jimin mumbled, sitting bolt upright and rubbing at Taehyung's shirt in an attempt to clean the mark.
"Ah, leave it, you're only making more of a mess," Taehyung snarked. "You can wash it for me when the trip's over, I guess."
Now fully awake, Jimin seethed at Taehyung's words.
"Wash it yourself," he retorted, turning towards Namjoon.
"Ooh, did I hit a nerve? Is itty bitty Jiminie mad?" Taehyung cooed, laughing under his breath.
"Tae, give it a rest," Namjoon said wearily, effectively shutting them both up.
Feeling a little smug, Jimin smiled to himself as Taehyung squirmed beside him.
At last, Hoseok turned off the dirt road and they arrived at the campsite. Fortunately, the weather was kind to them and the sun was shining despite the air temperature being rather frigid. Hoseok barked orders, and things got done. That was the thing about Hoseok - he was fantastic at getting results, even if he sometimes pissed people off in the process. Still, his effectiveness, alongside an obviously kind heart, meant that he was universally liked and respected by his staff. So a few good-natured grumbles aside, none of his employees complained too much. At least, not where Hoseok could hear them...
Through the power of teamwork, all three tents were quickly erected and set up inside - one larger three-man tent and two smaller ones that would sleep two apiece. Jimin tried hard not to think about what that would mean.
"OK, lunch! Seokjin, will you do the honours?" Hoseok bellowed.
Seokjin gave Hoseok a mock-salute. "Of course, boss!" he responded enthusiastically, getting stuck into his allocated task.
Jimin joined Jungkook in setting up the camping chairs and table, making idle chatter as they did so.
"I wonder how Hoseok-hyung is gonna allocate the sleeping arrangements?" Jungkook mused. "Knowing him, he'll have some randomiser up his sleeve."
Fear struck Jimin in the pit of his stomach. His deliberate avoidance of thinking about the sleeping arrangements may still come back to bite him. Well, he reasoned, there were seven people here, the probability of being forced to share with his nemesis was remarkably low.
After a delicious lunch of meat grilled to perfection, everyone was relaxing and rubbing their full-to-bursting stomachs when Hoseok's voice brought them all back to attention. Shaking a plastic container, he held it aloft.
"We'll draw lots," he explained. "There are seven marbles in here. Two red, two green and three blue. Those will correspond to your sleeping arrangements for tonight. All draws are final, there will be no swapping. Now. close your eyes and fish out a marble," he ordered.
Slowly, he moved around the circle until everyone held a marble in their hand.
"On the count of three, open your eyes and find your sleeping partners," Hoseok ordered. "One, two, THREE!"
Looking down at his hand, Jimin registered a red marble. At least he'd only be sharing with one other person. As he glanced around the circle, he saw Namjoon grinning at Seokjin and Jungkook, brandishing their blue marbles. Yoongi smiled shyly at Hoseok, who held the other green marble in his hand.
Which left...
"Yo, Jimin, you'd better not snore," Kim Taehyung drawled from behind him.
You have got to be kidding me, Jimin thought to himself. Eyes darting around the circle, Jimin realised he was trapped. Hoseok had made the point of stating that all draws were final. Besides, everyone else looked happy enough with their bunkmates.
Even Taehyung was smiling, though it was probably at the prospect of being able to torture Jimin some more, away from prying eyes...
"Right!" Hoseok bellowed, clapping his hands. "We're going for a hike. Bring water and snacks, we'll be out all afternoon," he informed them. Small groans of dissatisfaction rose from some quarters. Jimin, however, was delighted. Hiking was one of his favourite pastimes. Starting off at a brisk pace, Hoseok found himself joined by Jimin and Jungkook as the others trailed behind. With a swift glance behind him, Jimin quickly ascertained that Kim Taehyung was bringing up the rear. Lazy shit, Jimin thought unkindly.
Jimin kept pace effortlessly with the leaders, not sparing a moment's thought for those behind him. Well, except to gloat about Taehyung's slowness, that is. Everything was going just fine until his boot lace caught on a particularly stubborn bush, leaving him struggling to untangle it as the others continued their hike. Cursing, he pulled at the offending boot, serving only to tangle himself further. Letting out a small wail, Jimin sat down on the edge of the path to take a breather.
"Jimin?" someone called, "Are you OK?"
Looking up, Jimin laid eyes on Kim Taehyung. Instead of a smirk, Taehyung wore a concerned expression that only served to highlight his handsomeness.
Oh fuck, Jimin thought to himself as his contrary heart fluttered.
"Stuck," he replied lamely.
"Looks like your boot lace has made fast friends with this bush, here," Taehyung pointed out. "Mind if I take a look?"
Jimin blanched. Why was Taehyung trying to help him?
"Uh, you don't have to. I can fix it," he piped up.
Taehyung arched a perfect eyebrow. "Forgive me for saying so, Jimin, but given you're stuck here it seems to me that you can't fix it. Let me help?"
"OK," Jimin sighed resignedly. "Though I don't really understand why you'd want to help me..."
"A-ha!" Taehyung cried triumphantly, freeing the lace from its leafy prison. "Jimin, you're free! Now... hold on a moment, did you just say you don't understand why I'd want to help you? What are you trying to say about me?" he asked, face falling.
"Well, don't you hate me?" Jimin protested.
Taehyung did a comical double take.
"Hate you? Hate you? Jimin, I'm appalled that you'd think so lowly of me. Look, we're coworkers who enjoy a bit of banter, that's as far as it goes. Of course I don't hate you." Taehyung shook his head, muttering under his breath.
"Oh," Jimin replied, embarrassment colouring his face a shade of crimson.
"Shall we catch up with the others?" Taehyung asked gently, clearly willing to put the conversation behind him. "It might be hard with your tiny little legs, but we'll do our best," Taehyung added, a maddening glint in his eyes.
Furious, Jimin set off at a blistering pace, leaving Taehyung gasping for breath as he tried to keep up. The sun shimmered low in the sky, signalling the imminent arrival of evening. Fortunately for Jimin, the group had paused at the top of a hill before making their way back down.
"Park Jimin! Kim Taehyung! Nice of you to join us," Hoseok declared loudly. "Don't worry that you couldn't keep the pace. It'll be easier going downhill."
Jimin balked, ready to defend his honour, but Taehyung shushed him.
"That's not what happened, Hoseok-ssi. Jimin was unfortunate enough to get his bootlace caught on some shrubbery, and I hung back to give him a hand," Taehyung explained.
Hoseok beamed. "I do love seeing examples of excellent teamwork and care for others. Well done, Taehyung."
If Jimin's ears had turned any redder they could have been seen from space.
Keeping pace on the way downhill was remarkably easy for Jimin, with no errant bushes hindering his progress. Not sparing a single glance behind him, his only indication of Taehyung's presence was the occasional resonant, baritonal laugh that reached his ears.
By the time they returned to the campsite, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon and there was a distinct chill in the air. Hoseok ordered Yoongi and Namjoon to get the bonfire started, and Seokjin, after his laudable efforts with lunch, was placed on dinner duty. Jimin was tasked with sorting out the drinks while Taehyung and Jungkook set the table.
One partially singed eyebrow (Namjoon's) and a string of curses (Yoongi's) later, the fire burned healthily. Everyone held a beer, and the scent of barbecuing meat wafted tantalisingly into their nostrils. Once dinner had been eaten and everything had been washed up and tidied away, Jimin sank heavily into his chair. Allowing himself to relax, Jimin's soft gaze fell on his workmates, a sense of wellbeing permeating his weary body. An unnameable feeling surged in his chest as he took in the sounds of happy chatter and laughter, allowing him to feel at one with his surroundings. In fact, everything seemed rather wonderful until yawns gradually replaced laughter and it was decided that they should all retire to their respective tents for some much-needed rest.
As Jimin was steeling himself in preparation for what was to come, a voice startled him out of his thoughts.
"Hey, roomie. Ready to get some shut-eye?" Taehyung drawled, rubbing his eyes in an unfortunately adorable manner.
Jimin's lip curled in disgust. Couldn't Taehyung just stop bothering him for like, five seconds? With a heavy sigh, Jimin folded away his chair and retrieved his toiletries. A quick trip to the facilities later, Jimin gingerly entered the tent. Taehyung had kindly set up a torch so that he could see his way around, which was unexpectedly considerate of him. The moment he laid eyes on the sleeping arrangements, however, Jimin's heart skipped several beats.
There, on the floor of the tent, lay a double-sized air mattress and a two-person sleeping bag.
"What the fuck?" Jimin sputtered, trying to make sense of the sight before him.
"Hey Jimmy-jams. Guess we'll be sharing," Taehyung said easily, stepping into view.
"There is no way I'm getting in that" (Jimin gestured to the double sleeping bag) "with you," (Jimin gestured toward Taehyung).
Taehyung smiled, frustratingly genuine. "Whatever you want, bro, but I hope you've got some warm clothes, It's supposed to get down to -5 tonight," he said pointedly.
"I'll be just fine, thank you," Jimin replied through gritted teeth.
And so they settled in for the night, Taehyung wrapped warmly inside the sleeping bag and Jimin outside of it, wearing all the clothes he'd brought with him. Gloves, jacket and beanie notwithstanding, Jimin's teeth chattered audibly.
"Jimbo, this is ridiculous," Taehyung sighed. "You'll get hypothermia or something and that will not look good on me."
"I'm fine," Jimin insisted.
"You're making the entire mattress vibrate with your shivering," Taehyung pointed out. "I'd feel much better if you just got in the sleeping bag."
"Don't wanna."
"Fine, suit yourself," Taehyung blurted out, clearly exasperated.
Satisfied for now, Jimin rolled over with a huff, eventually drifting into a fitful sleep.
Which was fine, until he jolted awake in the small hours feeling colder than he'd ever felt in his life. His shivering had reached uncontrollable levels, to the point where he could see the mattress shuddering with him, even in the dark. Perhaps he could slip inside the sleeping bag without waking Taehyung? Carefully, he attempted to slide himself in.
"Jimin?" Taehyung's sleepy voice called. "Good, you're getting in. Oh Jesus that's cold!" Taehyung exclaimed as Jimin's freezing jacket brushed his hands.
Letting out a whimper, Jimin desperately tried to stop shivering.
"OK, this is not going to work. You need to take off that jacket and get closer to me, I'll warm you up with my body heat."
Normally, Jimin would think of a clever retort, but the cold had robbed him of that capacity. Meekly, he allowed Taehyung to remove his jacket, barely flinching when a pair of long arms encircled him. Crushed against Taehyung's chest, Jimin realised he was beginning to warm up just a little.
"Oh," he uttered, snuggling closer despite himself.
"Better, you silly goose?" Taehyung teased, but there was no malice in it. "I have never met anyone so goddamn stubborn..."
"Quiet," Jimin hushed him. "Sleep time."
Taehyung did as he was told, and sleep took them once more.
The night, however, had other ideas. The temperature dropped still further, and soon both of them were shivering wildly yet again.
"Taehyung, I'm so cold," Jimin murmured.
"Me t-too, Jimin," Taehyung uttered through chattering teeth.
"W-what can we do about it?" Jimin mused. "Maybe if we tried to share more b-body heat?" he suggested, not even thinking about what that may entail.
Abruptly, Taehyung shoved Jimin off his chest and began removing his trousers.
"What are you doing?" Jimin hissed, panicked.
"Skin on skin contact, Jimin. That might warm us up," Taehyung explained. Pulling off his sweater, he was left in boxers and a flimsy t-shirt.
At this point, Jimin was cold enough that he was willing to try anything, consequences be damned. Shucking off his own trousers and sweater, he dove back into Taehyung's arms, their limbs tangling together in a big old mess of arms and legs.
An embarrassed silence fell over them, neither daring to move or speak.
Eventually, Taehyung let out a heavy sigh.
"You know what, Jimin? I'm definitely warmer like this," he admitted tentatively.
"Yeah," Jimin whispered, "me too."
Silence fell more comfortably, the pair nestling into each other's warmth. Deliberately refusing to think about how he'd feel the next day, Jimin was just drifting off to sleep when he felt something firm and warm against his thigh. In his drowsy state, he cuddled a little closer.
And then it dawned on him.
Body going rigid, Jimin whispered, "Taehyung? What is that against my thigh?"
Taehyung's pained whimper did little to assuage Jimin's panic.
"I'm sorry, Jimin, I couldn't help it," he whined, attempting to put some space between their bodies.
Jimin only held him tighter. "I didn't ask you to help it, Taehyung. I asked you what was going on," he corrected, pointedly.
"Isn't it obvious?" Taehyung retorted, his pout audible. "Do I need to spell it out for you?"
"Please do," Jimin said airily.
"Oh for fucksake, Jimin... I'm hard, OK?" Taehyung exploded.
"Thought so," Jimin murmured. "I'm guessing it's just an automatic reaction, you know, being snuggled up tightly and all?"
"I wish that were the case," Taehyung muttered. "Let's pretend it is."
Oho. Jimin wasn't about to let that one go.
"You could've just agreed with me, Taehyung. What exactly are you hiding?" Jimin asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.
Shuddering, Taehyung let out a long-suffering sigh. "You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?"
"Well, when you've piqued my interest so sharply..."
"All right, all right!" Taehyung almost yelled, flinching at the volume of his own voice. "All right," he said again, somewhat quieter. "The thing is, Jimin... I..." he trailed off.
"You?"
"I," Taehyung admitted, "might have... a little bit of a crush on you."
Jimin thanked his lucky stars he was already lying down. Otherwise, that admission would have floored him.
"But you hate me," he said hollowly, shaking his head in disbelief.
"For the last time, Jimin, I don't hate you. I've never hated you. I took one look at you on your first day of work and my entire body and soul just reacted. Instead of being nice to you, like a normal person does when they have a crush, I took the elementary school angle and decided to tease you mercilessly. Once I'd started down that path, I could hardly just... stop," Taehyung sighed. "I'm so pathetic," he added quietly.
Attempting to give Taehyung some space, Jimin shifted his weight. However, the air mattress rolled under him, forcing his pelvis right up against Taehyung's.
"Oops," Jimin whispered.
Taehyung let out another pained groan. "Jimin-"
A burning physical need erased all rational thought, and Jimin unconsciously rolled his hips.
"Oh fuck, Jimin," Taehyung moaned.
As close as they were, Jimin could feel Taehyung's engorged cock throb.
"You really have a crush on me?" he whispered, tangling his hand in Taehyung's remarkably soft hair.
"Hnng," Taehyung uttered, leaning into his touch.
The feel of Taehyung's long, slender legs tangled with his own, the smooth planes of his stomach and chest, and what felt like a surprisingly large cock that was well and truly showing his excitement flicked a switch in Jimin's mind. Forgotten were the teasing jibes, the petty arguments, the bickering. There wasn't a single day that Jimin hadn't thought Taehyung was smoking hot, in truth... He'd even had a spicy dream or two with Taehyung as the protagonist, much to his chagrin. Of course, he'd shoved those memories into a dark, rarely visited corner of his mind.
Perhaps he'd awake the next morning and find that this, too, was a dream?
But for now, he resolved to make the most of it.
Giving his hips a slow, deliberate roll, Jimin purred, "I asked you a question, Taehyung."
Jimin felt Taehyung's cock honest-to-God jump for joy.
"Yes, Jimin. OK, I'll admit it. I have such a massive crush on you that sometimes I find it hard to function," he admitted shyly. "So what are you gonna do about it?" A brazen look of desire replaced the shyness in Taehyung's eyes as he gazed at Jimin in the dim light.
"Hmm... well we do need to keep warm," Jimin murmured, a teasing smile gracing his perfectly plump lips. "You got any ideas how we might go about that?"
With a groan of utter surrender, Taehyung surged forward and kissed him. And oh, what a kiss. Taehyung's mouth was warm, wet, and tantalising in every way and wow, did he know how to use it. A flash of heat travelled downward as Jimin found himself quite unable to stop thinking about what that mouth could do elsewhere. Naturally, the re-routing of Jimin's blood flow did not pass unnoticed.
"Jimin-ssi, what is that against my thigh?" Taehyung drawled, his rich voice sending shivers down Jimin's spine.
With a knowing smirk, Jimin shifted, their lengths fitting snugly against each other.
"Fucking hell," Taehyung mumbled helplessly, submitting to the pressure of Jimin's delicious mouth on his.
Conversation had ground to a halt, the pair preferring to communicate with kisses, moans and sighs of pleasure. Before long, Jimin realised he was actually warm - warm enough, in fact, to take his t-shirt off. Biting his lip, he drew back from a complaining Taehyung and rid himself of the offending garment.
"Oh! We're doing that, are we?" Taehyung piped up excitedly, adding his own t-shirt to the pile.
Before Jimin could register what was happening, Taehyung's mouth had latched on to one of his nipples.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned as yet more blood rushed to his nether regions, leaving him throbbing and aching to be touched.
Taehyung must have got that memo. Pulling his mouth off Jimin's nipple, he kissed a meandering trail down his abs, pausing to nuzzle at his belly button. A giggle of pure joy escaped Jimin's lips as Taehyung rubbed his face all over his taut stomach, leaving kisses in his wake. Hooking long, slender fingers in the waistband of Jimin's boxers, he paused. With deliberate eye contact, he asked, "Can I take these off? Only if you're comfortable."
A desperate gasp of "please" rushed out of Jimin at the speed of light.
Shortly after that, his boxers joined the pile of discarded clothes. Oddly, being naked with Taehyung didn't seem strange at all, despite the speed at which they were progressing. Perhaps that was due to the reverent hunger with which Taehyung touched him, the awed intakes of breath when exploring each newly exposed area. Jimin had never before felt so effortlessly beautiful as he did under Taehyung's touch.
When two fingers ghosted up the underside of Jimin's cock, he almost bent in half from the sheer power of his physical response.
"Touch me again, Tae," he near-begged, desperation setting in.
He certainly wasn't expecting his cock to be engulfed by Taehyung's warm, mobile mouth.
"O-ohhh," Jimin uttered. His hands desperately searched for something to hold on to for dear life. At last, they settled on Taehyung's broad, smooth shoulders, his fingers digging into the skin.
The reality of Taehyung's mouth was even better than he'd imagined, Jimin quickly realised. His jaw relaxed easily, enabling him to take Jimin's thick cock down to the base, the wonderfully wet warmth eliciting sensations Jimin had never before felt from the attention of another. His head bobbing, Taehyung's tongue worked tirelessly over Jimin's length. When he pulled back a little to focus on the head, Jimin had to push him away before things came to an untimely end.
"Taehyung!" he panted, "You gotta stop! I'm about to come."
Obediently, Taehyung allowed Jimin's cock to fall out of his mouth. He looked quizzically at Jimin, tilting his head to one side.
"You don't wanna come in my mouth?" Taehyung pouted, and Jimin... well, Jimin was utterly gone for this man. "Where do you wanna come, then?" Taehyung asked innocently, his mouth hanging open.
Jimin remained silent, burning with embarrassment.
"You can fuck me, if you like," Taehyung murmured. "But only if you say it."
The teasing smirk that Jimin was so familiar with returned to Taehyung's face for the first time that night.
"I w-wanna fuck you," Jimin responded, his voice shaking a little.
"Be a darling and grab the lube and a condom from my backpack, please? Front pocket," Taehyung said casually.
"You're well prepared," Jimin uttered in astonishment.
"Always gotta be ready for your dreams to come true. Never know when that might happen," Taehyung informed him with a cheesy grin.
When Jimin returned to the bed, Taehyung had stripped his own boxers off and was lying spread-eagled across the mattress. Jimin's mouth began to water involuntarily as he took in the sight before him. Endless legs, long and delectable. The most absurdly generous cock, standing to attention and reaching past Taehyung's belly button. Jimin almost had to pinch himself in order to believe that this was real life.
"You just gonna keep staring, or...?" Taehyung teased.
As his hands slid underneath Taehyung's ass, Jimin noted that his smirk was far less infuriating than usual.
"You're gonna use those stubby little fingers to get me ready for your thick cock? Think that's going to do the job?" Taehyung taunted, gasping as one of Jimin's hands slid down to cup his balls.
"Do you ever shut up, Taehyung?" Jimin replied sweetly.
Squeezing out a generous amount of lube, he massaged gently around Taehyung's furled entrance. Feeling little resistance, he slid two fingers in up to the knuckle.
Taehyung's surprised gasp caused Jimin to chuckle under his breath.
"Not complaining now," Jimin pointed out.
Working his fingers diligently, Jimin had Taehyung blooming under his touch and begging for more. He'd attempted, despite Taehyung's wriggles, to avoid his prostate but at last he took pity on him and curled his fingers just so.
"Shit, Jimin," Taehyung drawled groggily, his back arching off the mattress.
Without missing a beat, Jimin snapped, "What was that about stubby little fingers?"
Taehyung laughed delightedly. "Whatever, Jimin. Are you gonna fuck me or has your mouth been writing cheques your cock can't cash?"
Jimin had never been so aroused and so incensed at the same time.
"Fuck you," he muttered.
"Yes, Jimin, fuck me. That's what I'm asking you to do," Taehyung shot back.
Furiously pulling his fingers free, Jimin manhandled Taehyung on to his knees. Rolling on a condom, he lined himself up, bottoming out in one slow thrust. His breathing heavy and erratic, Jimin rested his cheek on Taehyung's back for a moment while he gathered himself together.
"Uh, Jimin. Move?" Taehyung taunted, wiggling his ass.
"Aargh!" Jimin grunted, fury making the first thrust so powerful that Taehyung almost choked on his breath.
The recoil from the air mattress took a little getting used to, but slowly and surely Jimin and Taehyung found their rhythm. Long, slow thrusts that had Taehyung gasping for more and grinding back on Jimin for all he was worth. Jimin longed to sink his teeth into Taehyung's caramel skin, to mark up its unblemished beauty. He wanted Taehyung to look in the mirror and remember that Jimin had been there, and how well he had fucked him.
"Whatever you're thinking, just do it," Taehyung murmured.
The indent of teeth in his shoulder had Taehyung hissing in surprise and pleasure.
"Fuck yes, Jimin... Turn over," he ordered. "I want to ride you."
In the next moment, Jimin's back was flat on the mattress, mouth open in awe as Taehyung slid down on his cock. As much as it pained him to admit, this position was more satisfying as he could actually see Taehyung's face. The way his brows furrowed when something felt particularly good, his luscious mouth dropping open in a gasp every time he lowered himself. The tiny bead of sweat that trickled down from behind his ear, over his neck and came to rest between his pecs.
Taehyung was beautiful, Jimin admitted to himself. A spike of hot pleasure shot through him as Taehyung fucked himself on Jimin's cock, the very image of a debauched God as he flexed and bent on top of him. Being inside Taehyung felt so warm, so velvety, so right. Planting his feet firmly on the mattress, Jimin bucked his hips upward in a series of powerful thrusts that had Taehyung keening above him. Taking Taehyung's ridiculous cock in his hand (well, as much as would fit), Jimin stroked him slow and firm, using the copiously leaking precum to ease the slide. Taehyung's strength seemed to give out as he collapsed on top of Jimin, moaning restlessly.
Jimin had just a split second to think that this was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. And then, Taehyung was clenching around him, thick streams of hot cum pulsing between their stomachs and Jimin could think no more, body on autopilot as he fucked into Taehyung wildly as his world turned white.
A distant ringing in his ears slowly brought Jimin back to reality. Taehyung lay heavily on his chest, spent cock lying flaccid and sticky between them while Jimin's was still nestled in his ass.
"Please tell me we can do that again," Taehyung murmured.
Jimin's cock gave a weak twitch, making Taehyung hiss from the sensitivity.
"I didn't mean right this second, Jimin," he quipped. "You can take a little rest."
Something inside Jimin burst at that moment and he became absolutely incapacitated with laughter.
"Hey, watch it!" Taehyung grumbled, carefully easing Jimin's cock out of him.
Silence fell between them as they became lost in each other's eyes.
"You don't hate me," Jimin managed to gasp out between fits of giggles.
Taehyung's gaze, soft and gooey in the liquid gold light of the early morning, had Jimin melting.
"I definitely don't hate you, Jimin... in fact, I'm pretty sure I really like you," he admitted, firm and serious.
Jimin's eyes went wide. "Oh..."
"Look, Jimin. I've been the world's biggest fool in the way I've treated you. I want to do better. I want to take you out on dates, spoil you, make you feel as special as I know you are," Taehyung said earnestly. "Will you let me try again?"
"Oh, yes please!" Jimin whispered, almost cutting his words off in his haste to kiss Taehyung stupid.
After nowhere near enough sleep, Taehyung and Jimin emerged groggily from their tent to the smell of frying meat for breakfast.
"Good morning," Hoseok trilled, and the others nodded sleepy greetings.
Breakfast passed unremarkably, the tired men not having the energy for much in the way of conversation. Jimin breathed an internal sigh of relief as he'd been worried the others might pick up on the changed atmosphere between him and Taehyung. It seemed he was free and clear...
Until Yoongi spoke up.
"Hey, Tae? Given the direction of the wind last night, I might have... heard some things. Forgive me for asking, but I gotta know. Was Jimin's mouth really writing cheques his cock couldn't cash?"
The group exploded into laughter. Hoseok's shrieking penetrated Jimin's eardrums until he wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
"Yeah, Tae! Enquiring minds want to know," Jungkook piped up. "Sorry, Jimin," he added in a whisper.
When the giggles had died down a little, Taehyung cleared his throat. "Um, you could say he had the funds to back it up, I guess," he deadpanned, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender as Jimin gave him a deathly glare.
"I always knew you two just had to fuck the tension out," Hoseok said loftily. "Why do you think I made sure you both got the red marbles?"
Taehyung and Jimin's eyes met, their mouths falling open in sync.
"Nobody can tell me I don't do the very best for my staff," Hoseok muttered, giving them a cheeky wink. "Right! Pack up time, let's get on the road!"
Grumbling, they did as they were told and soon enough, the minbus was back on the road. This time, Jimin had no complaints about sitting in the middle seat. Taehyung's arm rested possessively around his shoulders, encouraging Jimin to use him as a pillow this time around. And when they arrived back at the office, it was no surprise to Jimin when Taehyung grabbed him by the arm and murmured, "It's going to be another cold one tonight. I might need you to keep warm."
It was no surprise to Taehyung when Jimin wholeheartedly agreed.
END