The Pilot || MinJoon

Chapter 36

Jimin checks his hair on his phone, pushes a wayward strand back into place before tapping the video call button.  It only takes a few seconds before Namjoon picks up, his eyes alight at the sight of the silver-haired man on his phone.

"Hey baby," Namjoon greets him with a little wave before raking his fingers through his wet hair.

"Hey," Jimin smiles, eyes drinking in the sight of his shirtless lover who's only wearing a towel  around his hips. "Did you just get out of the shower?"

"Yeah," Namjoon says while attempting to towel dry his hair. "How's work? Everything good?"

Jimin thinks for a while, then shrugs. "It's the same as any other day, I guess. I just had a meeting with a new ad agency and I asked them to get Hyun Bin onboard for the ARCADIUM ad." 

"Hyun Bin huh," Namjoon pouts. "I knew you had an ulterior motive when you insisted on a Crash Landing On You marathon this weekend. Didn't know you had a thing for Captain Ri, baby."

Jimin giggles, then coos once he sees that Namjoon's pout just got poutier. "Awww, darling, don't be jealous. Why would I want Captain Ri when I have my very own Captain Kim? My tall, handsome, sexy, buff as hell, smarty pants pilot who I wanna climb like a tree and ravish everyday."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Namjoon teases, then chuckles softly at the smirk on Jimin's face. "Uh-oh. I know that look. What are you thinking of now, Fairy Prince?"

"Not thinking of anything, just enjoying the view," the CEO replies. Resting his chin on his hand, he gives his boyfriend a flirty grin, then licks his lips in a teasing manner. "Take off the towel. I wanna see something."

"You alone in your office baby?" Namjoon asks. Jimin nods and gives him a look. Namjoon tugs the towel off his hips and lets it fall to the floor. The younger sucks in a breath as his boyfriend's naked body comes into view, and Jimin had to adjust himself as his pants started to feel uncomfortably tight. 

"Fuck," Jimin whispers, biting his lip as he stares at Namjoon's cock. "We just had sex this morning but I want you here, right now. Wanna come here and bend me over my table?" 

"Well, I am stopping by to take you to lunch," Namjoon says, smirking as he slowly strokes himself from the flared head of his dick down to the base. "Want me to come early? I'd fuck you on your table like you want me to. Or on your couch. Or inside your private elevator. Really anywhere, I'm not picky at all. But are sure you can keep it down while I pound into you, baby? Or maybe you want everyone to hear how good my dick feels inside you?"

"Holy fuck, you're a menace," Jimin groans, palming himself through his tight-fitting trousers as he takes on Namjoon's wanton display. 

Chuckling, Namjoon stills his hand and holds the phone closer to his face. In an instant, the sensual look is gone and replaced with an impish smile that shows off his dimples. "You started it, baby. You know I can never say no to you."

"You're gonna spoil me rotten," Jimin grins. 

"That's okay. You could be the brattiest baby ever and I'd still love you," Namjoon says warmly. "Hey, I'm gonna get dressed now. I'll be there in about an hour, okay?"

"Okay darling," Jimin says. "See you soon. I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

Jimin blows him a kiss and ends the call. Settling back into his chair, he gazes at his table with renewed interest, imagining all the ways that he and his boyfriend could have fun on it. He really must thank Hanseul for convincing him to go with a larger table when he redecorated the office.