Nights in the Studio - Taejoon

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Namjoon's POV

"Come with me." I whisper in Taehyung's ear when we're preparing our things, careful that no one can hear us.

We're all leaving the building, and luckily Jimin has gone out of his way to secure the changing rooms with Jungkook beforehand.

Taehyung looks at me intrigued but doesn't question, he just nods silently with the twinkle in his eyes. I take him by the shoulder and with our hands full of our jackets and water bottles we slowly leave the deserted room; there are still people arranging some calls and I sneak through the administrative area with my blue boy keeping up with me.

I look around avoiding a pink-haired man, I stop for a moment and manage to cross to the elevator, take Taehyung's wrist and push him in with a light before closing the door.

Inside the cubicle silence and warmth reign; both sweaty and poorly rested looking at each other from opposite sides of the elevator, our backs on the wall.

His eyes are on my chest, mine on his slightly flushed face; he rubs his arm nervously and I can't help but smile, he looks up and sees me. After thirty seconds he smiles back at me.

The door opens on the fifth floor, and I take him by the wrist again to leave, from there, we go to the empty event and conference room because all the arrangements for tomorrow are finished; I walk to the storage room, the door on the far left, open it and step aside to let Taehyung pass.

He looks at all the shelves full of papers and file models, then at me. I smile at him again as he walks slowly past, me after him, closing the door.

"Namjoon, what?" I take him by the waist and turn him around so that he faces me, then I approach him and give him a small kiss on the lips, I feel his confusion, but he doesn't push me, he just stares at me; When I break away I let out a deep laugh.

"It's been three days since we've been alone, I missed you." I admit, surprising myself by my words. Even in the situation, I know I'm being as honest as possible. Taehyung just sighs.

"Namjoon-"

"I know I should have given you your space but I can't stand seeing you like this every day," I put my hands on his neck "sad...I wanted to make you smile just once." Taehyung places his hands on my chest too, caressing me up my clothes with the same surprise as always, I'm flattered "what? Do you like what you feel?" he looks me in the face under my flirtatious tone, only to purse his lips "Tae..."

Taehyung lowers his head for a moment, and I feel like I've ruined everything, I'm starting to regret bringing him here, pushing him away for me like a selfish person; but then he grabs onto the edge of my shirt and pulls me up to his face, kissing me for real.

I go towards him, backing up until his body is pressed against the gray wall of the storage room.

His lips play with mine with a sentimental motion, almost depressing and needy. I place my hands next to his head to support myself, then he opens his mouth and I go inside, feeling him gasp against my lips. I swallow the urge to moan as I feel his legs shudder.

We go from kissing to gasping for breath, then to pulling apart with one last obscene sound, his head resting on my shoulder, hiding.

"Damn..." I say suppressing a smile "I didn't expect that." I hear Taehyung laugh and I bring my hand to his chin to pull his face up so I can look into his eyes. He gives me a smile "Seriously, I missed you so much..."

"Me too." I hug him immediately without wasting a moment, stroking his back with my hand as comforting as I can, then I let myself be and begin to explore his skin.

He separates from me looking into my eyes and I move my hands to his neck, I run the relief of his skin and press his moles with happiness.

Later, I begin to play with the fabric of his oversized shirt up to the edge stuck to his legs, inside my hands start to move and Taehyung gasps in surprise without taking his eyes off me.

I look down to my hands and feel them run down his pants to his chest, where I leave circles around his navel, letting out small giggles as I feel his abdomen contract over and over again.

Taehyung lets out a groan as I place my cold palm on his chest and move closer to his neck, cautiously sniffing the scent of his lotion, finding  something sweet...so arousing to the senses. I feel unsettled and in a fit of eroticism I take out my tongue and lick it briefly, longing for more of the soft tremors of ecstasy.

"Joonie, wait." The word makes me step back and immediately remove my hand, leaving me standing in front of him not knowing what to do. He scratches his neck and looks at the ground in awkward silence.

"I'm sorry." I say and he laughs pathetically.

"No, it's just...I don't think I can do anything to you, not right now." A frightened tremor stains his voice and that makes my senses react.

"What?" I ask sincerely and he frowns.

"I don't want right now, not to touch you or...I don't want to do anything to you, and it's okay if you get mad about it." He says so quickly but at the same time so scared that it breaks my heart.

"Jimin makes you do this?" I ask instinctively, but instantly I feel like I'm pressing on a delicate thread because Taehyung tenses, "Sorry, it was just a question."

"It's not that he forces me," he begins to explain, and I look at him carefully, "it's that I... am the bottom one?" I suppress a smile at his poor knowledge on the subject "and as such I have to do things for others in this but, I really don't like it because it's always the same..."

"Taehyung, are you talking about sex?" I ask playfully and he looks at me worried.

"Why? Isn't that what you were talking about too?" I shake my head "b-but you wanted to touch me, and you said it before...didn't you want to do it anyway?"

"I don't want to have sex with you Taehyung." He gets scared worse I smile at him. "I want to make love to you."

"Make love..." he says to himself looking at the ground, then back at me "Jimin didn't teach me to do that, between men." His comment makes me blush and laugh nervously.

"Well, I don't really know much either...I know the theory but I've never done it before." I remember all the strong research I have done over the years and suddenly feel exposed although he does not know anything about my fantasies.

"About sex between men?" Taehyung asks crossing his arms with a little more confidence and I shake my head "So...what were you doing now?"

"What I wanted." I answer honestly, looking him in the eye.

"And that is?" He pouts between his question, and I muster the courage from where I don't have it to slowly approach him, making him uncross his arms and brace himself against the wall, until we're so close that my breath meets his breath and his arms are around my neck.

"Make you feel good."