Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Osaka Live Part One

"We can't...What if someone sees?"

"No one will see. Have they ever seen before?"

Chocolate brown eyes darted to the door of the darkened practice room. "Well, no, but—"

"But what? You don't want to? We don't have to if you don't want to. I really don't want to pressure you."

"No, no. It's not that. I want to. Believe me, I really, really want to. Its just—"

"Just what? Are you afraid of what would happen if they ever found out?"

Again, the door became a primary focus. "Yes."

"Why? Do you think they'd kick us out? I told you before, you're the most important member."

"They could still kick us out. What if we lose the guys who have become our family?"

Blonde hair fell over narrowed eyes. "If me loving you is all it would take for me to lose them, then I don't want them. Real family wouldn't care who you loved."

"You...You just said..."

"Hmm?"

"You just said you love me."

Sharp eyes softened. "You knew that already. I've told you before that I love you."

"You did, but it's different now. That was before..."

"Before we touched each other?"

A shy smile spread across plump lips. "Yes. Before that."

"Jungkook, I was serious before. If you really don't feel comfortable, we can leave right now and say that we took a walk outside. I'll never make you do anything you don't want to do."

"Jimin...I told you I want to. It's just...I don't know that our first time should be like this. In a practice room with a stadium full of people and our members down the hall. There's not even a lock on the door."

Jimin raked his eyes over Jungkook's sweating, half naked body. Licking his lips, he reigned his control. "No, I don't really want our first time to be like this either."

Jungkook's expression became undiscernible. Something between disappointment and relief. "That doesn't mean we have to leave without doing...anything."

Raising an eyebrow, Jimin shifted with the speed of a jungle cat to position himself between Jungkook's thighs. Brushing a hand through Jungkook's hair, Jimin closed the tiny gap that remained between them.

Tongues flicked between two sets of full lips as the air around them became warm with their mutual desire. Unbuttoning with fervor, Jungkook managed to tug Jimin's top off and throw it to the floor. With that offensive obstacle out of the way, he turned his sights on what he'd uncovered.

Jimin pulled back to let him see. Without hesitation, Jungkook dove for the base of Jimin's neck, sucking gently at first, then picking up his pace as his own need overtook him. As Jungkook made his way down to Jimin's nipples, Jimin cried out softly.

It was too much for Jungkook, he once again claimed Jimin's mouth while his hands roamed down his defined abdomen to the hardened length that was guarded from him by only cloth. Jimin ground himself into Jungkook's searching hand while nibbling his bottom lip. Finally grasping the prize he sought, Jungkook began to slowly stroke, matching his hand to the tempo his tongue used to wrestle Jimin's.

Jimin moaned into Jungkook's mouth. Jungkook stroked faster and faster until Jimin began to tremble beneath him. He refused to release him until Jimin jerked and groaned beneath him.

Gasping to regain his breath, Jimin laid beneath Jungkook, wrapped in his arms. Once he'd caught his breath, though, Jimin swapped their positions leaving Jungkook the one pinned beneath him.

Jimin held Jungkook's wrists in place beside his head as he nibbled roughly on his neck and chest. Headily forcing a path down his chiseled flesh, Jimin lashed his tongue and teeth against every inch along the way.

Arriving at his destination, Jimin delayed with a mischievous grin. Jungkook whined in complaint against his hot breath on his throbbing mass. Jimin grazed his tongue quickly across Jungkook's aching body but denied him what he wanted again with a sly giggle.

When Jimin was satisfied that Jungkook could stand no more, he sheathed his length as deeply into his throat as he could with a light gag. Jungkook's back arched against the sensation, causing him to plunge deeper into Jimin's willing mouth.

Bobbing his head in a slow rhythm, Jimin's hands roamed over Jungkook's carved stomach and chest. He craved touching him like a drowning man craves air. Jungkook's pleasure-filled moans sang out in the empty room as Jimin quickened his movements. Jimin felt Jungkook's hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he climbed closer and closer to his climax.

Jimin growled into Jungkook, setting his body on fire. His grip in Jimin's hair tightened as he grunted out with a final thrust.

Jungkook and Jimin released each other, collapsing into a heap as sweat pooled beneath them. Gradually coming back to the realization that they had less than an hour before they performed live in Osaka, they unhurriedly untangled themselves, giving excessive amounts of tender kisses as they did.

After cleaning up as well as they could in a practice room, they rejoined the members in the waiting room. Jungkook dashed for the snack table the staff had prepared and began voraciously eating, as though he'd never been hungrier in all his life.

A suspicious Namjoon approached Jimin then. "Where were you two?" he asked without ceremony.

"Warming up," said Jimin quickly with feigned innocence.

Jungkook sat between Jin and Hobi, and Jimin squeezed himself between Taehyung and Yoongi, but Namjoon caught them sneaking glances at each other regularly.

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(889 words)

A/N: Another old one.