The Jimin Effect ✔

Part Two/Chapter Six

Jimin:

Jungkook clung to him desperately, but soon, sleep softened his grip, and after a while, Jimin reluctantly pulled out of Jungkook's arms, and dressed quietly in the darkness.  The lifeguard's chest rose and fell, dick still large against his thigh.   Jimin shivered, wishing he could stay in his boyfriend's warm arms, wishing he could stay there, naked in his bed.

1:18 am, the clock read, dead of night.

Jimin opened the door a crack and looked outside.  Nothing moved on the porch of the staff cabins...everything in the darkness looked still.  With a glance behind him at Jungkook, he slipped out the door reluctantly.  He dashed quickly back to his cabin.

He breathed slowly as he eased the door of his cabin shut behind him.

"Jimin-ah?" Namjoon croaked from his bed.  "Where were you?"

"Oh um, sorry Hyung, I just went to the bathroom."  Jimin's heart pounded.

"Jimin, you are supposed to take a buddy or wake up me or Seokjinie.  You aren't supposed to be walking around outside at night, alone."

"I'm sorry Hyung, I just didn't want to wake anyone else up, but I will next time, I promise." 

Whew that was a close one.

Jimin managed to slip away, and into bed, asleep almost before his body relaxed against the pillow.

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Jungkook:

When Jungkook woke up with light streaming through the windows, he felt strangely cold and alone before he remembered that he had fallen asleep with the sweet little teen in his arms.  His absence was somehow noticeable, even to his subconscious.   Jungkook groaned and rolled over. 

A few minutes later, he sat at breakfast with the other lifeguards, eating eggs and sausages, when Jimin paraded by in sandals and khaki shorts over a sleeveless racerback tank.  Jungkook watched the boy in the buffet line, and he made sure to walk slowly by the staff table, plate piled high with pineapple, melon and berries, pointedly avoiding eye contact with Jungkook, even he walked by. 

Again he sat across from Jungkook, and he ate the fruit sensually, licking and biting his lips, and staring at Jungkook. 

The lifeguard felt himself getting hard, and when Choi nudged him, laughing, noticing his gaze locked on the senior campers, Jungkook pushed out of his chair, irritated. 

"I'm going to the bathroom," he growled, and pushed into the canteen bathroom, deciding to go into the stall so he could have a moment of privacy.  He sat on the toilet and tried to catch his breath. 

You are whipped as fuck for one Park Jimin, walking teenage sex twink, and you can't tell anyone. 

The door of the bathroom swung open, and Jungkook realized, heart pounding, that when it closed, the deadbolt was turned with a click.  It couldn't be...

And yet when he pushed open the door to leave the stall, there was his tease of a boyfriend.  Jimin's shirt was pulled up slightly, revealing washboard abs beneath, and his fingers were unbuttoning the khaki shorts, unzipping, and easing over the peach of an ass. 

"Jimin, what the fuck?"  He realized the boy didn't have underwear on and was easing a small hard little cock out of his pants...

Suddenly the khakis hit the floor, and Jungkook froze, as Jimin stood there in the public canteen bathroom, naked, pulling at his cock, racerback tee seeming to shrink on him and become more and more translucent. 

"Don't you want me?" The teenager asked him in a low voice, and suddenly, he was in Jungkook's arms, and Jungkook was pressing him against the locked door. 

"I want you more than fucking anything, Jimin-ah," he groaned into the sweet smelling neck, hands kneading the bare hips,  "But not like this." 

"Go in the stall before someone realizes the door is locked," Jimin gasped, and pulled the shorts up around his waist.  

Jungkook found himself obeying, even though he was wracked with anxiety about what the small one planned. He sat on the toilet and put his head in his hands.  Fuck, this boy would kill him. 

Meanwhile, Jimin unlocked the door and ran into the stall with peels of laughter, before locking the door of the stall and stepping up to Jungkook, letting his shorts fall to the floor again.  He straddled the lifeguard, cock standing up between them, and bent to kiss him shamelessly, small hands tangling in Jungkook's hair. 

"Jimin-ah," moaned Jungkook, "we can't do this."  And yet his hands were running over the small body, under the t-shirt.

"I can't get it from anywhere else now, so it's your job," Jimin said with a whine, and climbed, to stand, dick near Jungkook's face.   "Come on, I like getting sucked off, you have to spoil me, because I'm yours."  Jimin pulled at his cock and looked down into the older one's eyes, eyebrows knit, lip bitten, begging. 

Jungkook sighed and let Jimin step closer and guide his dick into Jungkook's mouth. 

Fuck, the boy did taste good and smell good.  Jungkook's head bobbed up and down, and they both heard the bathroom door swing wide, and Jimin threw a hand over his mouth to internalize a moan. 

Jungkook felt terrified, but also slightly turned on, at the possibility of discovery, and wrapped arms around Jimin's small frame, trying to suck quickly and quietly.  The other male used a urinal, washed their hands and pushed out the door, and when it closed, Jimin's hand fell from his mouth and he gave a guttural moan, before tangling his hands in Jungkook's hair and starting to fuck his face.  Jimin was using Jungkook's mouth, and Jungkook was as turned on as ever, watching from below as the teen started to flush red. 

Jungkook pushed the tee up past washboard abs, and pinched Jimin's nipple in tattooed fingers, and with a groan the boy came in his mouth.  Jungkook swallowed every drop and licked Jimin clean, and then sat there on the toilet in a stupor, watching the little twink dress again.  Jimin climbed back on his lap, kissing him on the mouth. 

"Thank you Jungkook-ah.  I will be ready to go again later, okay?"  Jimin gasped, planting kisses along his neck. 

"Jimin?" 

"Will you be able to keep up with me, Jungkook-ah?  Or are you an old man, can't keep up with a teenager anymore, hmm?"  Jimin teased, still planting kisses on his neck, and Jungkook groaned. 

"You got sucked off like you wanted, now get out of here before we get caught, please?"  Jungkook begged the small one, and thankfully, with an indulgent smile, Jimin unlocked the stall and left the bathroom of the canteen, leaving his poor boyfriend reeling behind him.

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Author Note:

Poor Jungkookie, I think Jimin is tryna give him a heart attack! Will he survive?

Tune in tomorrow for the next part, tee-hee!  If you are enjoying, please vote/comment/follow!!