𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 || [JINKOOK FF ]

[10]

Jolting upright, Jungkook opened his eyes wide, taking in his surroundings. This room wasn't his room, and was way nicer than any place he had ever stayed before.

He took some deep breaths to calm and steady himself as he remembered where he was. Kim Seokjin's condo.

What the actual fuck was this guy's deal anyway? Jungkook flopped back onto the bed, kicking the comforter down to his ankles.

Somehow the guy knew his grandmother, which was weird in itself, because his grandmother hated everyone.

Or at least she hated Jungkook.

She had never been warm to him, even when his parents left.

All she'd offered him was a fold-out couch with residual cat hair embedded deep within its fibers.

She knew he was allergic, and when he'd called last night, Jungkook knew she wouldn't be cat free, but trying to sleep with four cats compared to only one would have been misery.

He wanted to regret making the drive all the way out here but as he laid in this ridiculously plush bed that belonged to a painfully handsome man, he couldn't muster the feeling.

The intense look that Jungkook had seen in Kim Seokjin's eyes as he said good night, stirred a feeling inside of Jungkook's gut that made his cock wake up and take notice.

He pushed off his briefs and rolled over onto his belly, burying his face in the pillow and smashing his cock between his body and the bed.

Jungkook sucked in a breath, filling his mouth with pillowcase, and he dropped his forehead low to the bed and rutted into what were most assuredly 1200 thread count cotton sheets.

Not lifting his weight from the bed, he snaked a hand down his front and wrapped his fingers in a tight grip around his length, fucking into his hand, mind flitting back to the mysteriously welcoming and handsome Kim Seokjin.

Jeon Jungkook's body shook as the cool sheets kissed the head of his cock every time it poked out of his hand.

Jungkook imagined it was Seokjin's hand, with what he was sure would be smooth and strong fingers that itched to tease him to climax.

He pushed the reoccurring thoughts of, why would he want you? You're a worthless kid, your parents didn't even want you, out of his head and he pretended Kim Seokjin did want him, did need him.

That he could be safe and satisfied here because the electric current that sparked through Jungkook's body as he'd brushed past Seokjin the night before couldn't have been onesided.

Jungkook hoped that Kim Seokjin, with his attentive chocolate-brown eyes, wanted more than anything to be inside Jungkook and then hold him close through the night.

Thinking again about how his body felt when they had touched last night brought Jungkook's orgasm on full force, and Jungkook tugged his lip between his teeth and rolled onto his back so he didn't come all over the sheets.

As he arched his back in anticipation of his orgasm, the bedroom door opened.

Jungkook sat up, eyes wide and frenzied as he released his pulsing cock, only to see Kim Seokjin frozen in the doorway with a tray of breakfast food in his hand.

Jungkook's entire body convulsed as a pitiful spurt of cum leaked out of his cock, his orgasm effectively ruined by the visitor. Shit! Jungkook Should Have Locked His Door.

"Holy fuck. Holy fucking shit," Seokjin whispered as his mouth dropped open. He did his best to compose himself. "I was going to drop off breakfast, I didn't..." he trailed off, his tongue poking out and dragging across his lower lip.

"Jesus. I'm sorry."

Jungkook was frozen in place.

He was shocked to be barged in on, and even more shocked at the way he didn't want to shy away from the pure fucking heat blazing in Kim Seokjin's eyes.

He watched Seokjin's stare dart down to Jungkook's cock, which now lay softening and wet across his thigh, and Jungkook quickly pulled up the sheets to cover himself, his embarrassment winning out over his unexplained lust.

"Don't," Seokjin murmured, still in the doorway. "Don't hide on my account, Jungkook. You're a fucking vision."

Kim Seokjin snapped his mouth shut, as if the words had escaped in error. "We have the same parts, I mean. It doesn't need to be a big deal," he amended.

Jungkook's cheeks grew warm with color, and he dropped his chin to his chest, fingers fumbling with the hem of the sheet.

He heard Seokjin step into the room and looked up to see him set the tray of breakfast down on the nightstand, less than a foot away.

Jungkook focused on the heavy sound of Seokjin's labored breathing, glancing out the corner of his eye to catch sight of an erection straining the zipper of Seokjin's charcoal-gray slacks.

Seeing that Seokjin had been aroused by what he had walked in on seemed like an awkward reaction for the man to have, but part of Jungkook loved the attention and wanted to revel in it a little longer.

Neither of them moved beyond breathing until Kim Seokjin slowly reached his hand toward the top of Jungkook's head.

Seokjin's fingers reached delicately for Jungkook's hair, grazing it and pulling back quickly as if burned, before reaching forward again, more sure of his intent.

Kim Seokjin smoothed his hand down Jungkook's hair from the top of his head to the base of his neck, and then brought it back to repeat the motion.

Jungkook found himself leaning into the touch and Seokjin's hand slid around to caress his ear, then his cheek, before softly grasping his chin to raise his face.

Jungkook tried to keep his gaze down, even as he knew Kim Seokjin's eyes were searching for contact.

"Jungkook," Seokjin whispered again. His voice was low and sounded like sweet honey.

When was the last time someone spoke to him so affectionately? Had anyone ever? Jungkook furrowed his brow. "Jungkook, don't hide from me. Never from me." Seokjin emphasized the last word, rubbing his thumb over Jungkook's chin, and Jungkook finally looked upward.

Jungkook sucked air into his lungs and reached his hands up, grabbing Seokjin's hand between his, and he squeezed Seokjin's fingers as if his life depended on maintaining the contact.

His breathing stuttered as he searched Seokjin's face, finding concern, patience and devotion hiding under a thick cloud of unmistakable lust.

Jungkook did not miss the predatory intent behind all four of those feelings, but chose to ignore it, instead allowing himself for once to revel in the feeling of being wanted.

"I don't even know you," Jeon Jungkook whispered, confused and overwhelmed by the volume of emotion inside him in the moment.

"I know you though, Jungkook. I mean, I feel like I know you, I want to know you," Seokjin replied, bringing his other hand up to wrap around Jungkook's.

They stayed that way, wrapped in each other's hands, eyes searching.

You're an idiot,the voice in Jungkook's head piped up, shaking him free of the moment, and Jungkook dropped his chin and pulled his hands free from Seokjin's grasp.

"Yeah, uhm... That was... You don't need to like, I don't know, you don't need to do this. I'm not in the market for a pity fuck or anything, but I do appreciate you letting me stay here last night. I'm gonna get dressed and call my landlord and I'll be out of your hair, okay?" Jeon Jungkook exhaled a breath.

Kim Seokjin took a step back from the bed, clenching and unclenching his fists before sliding his hands into the safety of his front pockets. "It was no bother, Jungkook. You're welcome here anytime. I enjoyed knowing you were here last night. That you were safe with me," Kim Seokjin offered softly.

Jungkook jerked out a nod, unable to make eye contact again.