My Best Medicine

9

Yoongi wasn't sure how he had found himself kissing Jimin pushed up against his car. He never known Jimin to step a foot out of his apartment let alone make it down to the garage under the block of apartments.
But Yoongi wasn't about to complain as he pulled Jimin closer and turned them so Jimin was backed up against his car.
"I would love to fuck you over the bonnet." Yoongi muttered against Jimin's lips.
Jimin squirmed, his hands reaching down to his pockets pulling out a condom and a small pouch of lube.
"So do it." Jimin replied.
Yoongi didn't think to even be surprised that Jimin was prepared, just flipped Jimin around, pulled down his trousers along with his boxers.
"You sure?" Yoongi asked as he palmed the round globes of Jimin's ass.
"Totally." Jimin replied leaning forward, resting his chest on the car, presenting himself to Yoongi.
Yoongi groaned and pulled the small pouch of lube out of Jimin's hand. He opened it and spread it liberally over his fingers.
Yoongi felt Jimin's hole clench and flutter as he stroked his fingers over it, spreading the lube.
"Please..." Jimin whined pushing his ass back towards Yoongi.
Yoongi was in no mood to tease wanting this as much as Jimin clearly did. He watched fascinated as his finger was swallowed up by Jimin, a whine passing the boys lips.
Yoongi prepped Jimin with the vigour of a man starved of something he needs to live, like Jimin was the air he breathed and needed him to survive, the moans dripping from Jimin's lips feeding his life's blood.
"Please... I- I want you."
Yoongi pulled out his fingers and rolled the condom onto his cock, lined himself up with Jimin's hole and started to push slowly inside.

Yoongi woke with a start. It was still dark out and Jimin was sprawled on the other side of the bed.
Yoongi shifted and cringed as his sweats dragged over his hard cock.
"I swear to god, Park Jimin..." Yoongi muttered as he sat up with his back pressed to the headboard.
Yoongi was not safe from the menace beside him even in sleep. It was one of the most vivid dreams Yoongi had had in a long time.
Yoongi sat staring into the dim room, he made no move to get out of bed, just wanted to sit and let his cock calm down.
Yoongi looked at the clock realising 10 minutes had passed and he was still as hard as a rock.
Yoongi sighed and slid down to lay on his side. He looked over at Jimin only just realising that the man was looking at him.
"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you." Yoongi said quietly.
"It's fine, I had a pretty vivid dream, it woke me up not you." Jimin replied.
"Not a vision?"
"No... definitely a dream. It was too nice to be a vision."
"Want to tell me?"
Jimin turned over and turned on the bedside lamp. Yoongi squinted a few times even though the light was dim.
"It was just something I wish would happen. Nothing important. My subconscious is fucking with me." Jimin let out a dry chuckle.
Yoongi thought that Jimin's dream was along the same lines as his.
"Jimin..."
"Just... don't. Ok. It's fine. I get it."
Before Yoongi could say anything else Jimin was up and out the room, an obvious erection in his pants. A few moments later he heard the bathroom door shut.
"Fuck!"
Yoongi got out of bed and went after Jimin. He wasn't surprised to find the door locked.
"Jimin, let me in."
"Why?" Came a muffled reply.
"We need to talk about this... whatever it is."
Yoongi heard the door lock slide, and he pushed the door open.
Jimin was sat on the toilet his head in his hands.
"Come on, I'm not talking to you while your sat there."
Jimin looked up, a ghost of a smile touched his lips.
"Ok." He said quietly.
They went back in the bedroom and sat on the bed together.
Just as Yoongi was about to start his phone vibrated on the nightstand.
"Just let me sort this."
Jimin nodded and pulled his body back into bed as Yoongi walked around to the other side of the bed picking up his phone.
His heart skipped a beat seeing Namjoon's name in his screen.
"I've gotta take this. I'll be right back."
Jimin just watched as Yoongi left the bedroom.

Joon? What's up? Are you and Jin ok?"
"Yeah, we are good. Can't say the same for Jim's house though."
Yoongi was stunned into silence.
"Yoon? You still there?"
"Yeah... yeah. What happened?"
"Let's just say Jimin wasn't wrong..."
"Jesus! Are you sure you're both ok."
"Yeah, we were out. Went for dinner and ended up going on to a club. When we got back it was already burning."
"Thank fuck! I mean I'm sorry that it happened but I'm glad you and Jin are ok."
"Yeah, me too. Look. We gotta find somewhere to stay but I just thought I'd let you... you know."
"Yeah, he wasn't wrong..." Yoongi hung up.

"Yoongi?"
"Y-yeah, coming."
Yoongi tried to school his features making sure Jimin wouldn't be able to tell anything that the phone call had done anything to shock him.
When Yoongi got back to the bedroom Jimin was laid on his side facing the door, his cheek smooshed against the pillow.
Yoongi couldn't help but think how cute he looked.
"Everything ok?" Jimin asked.
"Yeah, everything is fine." Yoongi smiled at Jimin and laid down beside him.
"Jimin... what... what was your dream about?"
Jimin's cheeks became red, but his eyes never left Yoongi's.
"Let me ask my own questions first?"
Yoongi nodded.
"What car have you got?"
Yoongi was hiding a growing sense of shock.
"I-I have a Mustang... a GT500."
Yoongi wasn't sure if Jimin even knew what one of them looked like, but he did if Jimin was asking.
"What colour?"
"Metallic grey with..."
"... with two black strips down the middle." Jimin finished for him.
Yoongi nodded again.
"Huh." Jimin mused.
"Jimin..."
"You fucked me over your car. I-it felt so real..."
"I don't think it was a dream you had," Yoongi said quietly, "and you shared whatever it was with me."