Origin

Chapter 22

"Someone drew a picture of Stacy on a skateboard!" he screams into the phone one night, hysterically laughing. "My girl is famous. And she's a fucking skater!"

Jungkook smiles. "You're not concerned about how they know you own a dog?"

"Fuck no! Aren't you listening?! I just saw fanart of my dog on a mother fucking skateboard! I'm printing it out and framing it! Wait. Oh my God. Jungkook."

"What?!"

"There's another picture of her wearing your tank top. Dude. It's amazing."

Jungkook bursts out laughing. "As long as you're okay with it."

"Who're we kidding, I'm in love . Thank you, AssEaterJeon97. Oh, what the hell, gross."

He laughs again, balancing the phone on his shoulder. "You're all set to fly into Houston tomorrow, right?"

"Yup, I land around noon."

"I'll be there to pick you up."

"Awesome. But what if I forget what you look like? It's been almost a month, Jungkook. You're essentially a stranger now."

"Yikes, then who did I have FaceTime phone sex with five days ago...?"

"Must not have been me because I have no recollection of that. Wasn't memorable, I guess."

"Forget it, I'll send someone else to get you."

Jimin laughs. "You'll be there if you know what's good for you."

Jungkook gets stuck at the hotel doing an interview over the phone the following afternoon. He tries to move it along as quickly as possible, but the radio station on the other line seems to be moving at snail speed, taking their sweet time asking what feels like an infinite amount of questions.

Jungkook reluctantly texts Jimin and Tae, telling them his situation, asking Tae to grab Jimin from the airport, profusely apologizing to them both. Tae shoots back, No problem! See you soon, Park.

Jimin's response, though, arrives outside of the group text. It's a lot less positive than Tae's message and a lot more sexual and it makes Jungkook choke.

Baby, don't send me that kind of shit while I'm trying to give an interview , he types out as quickly as his thumbs will allow him to, and Jimin's response comes back instantly.

Planned to let you fuck me in the parking garage but now I have to sit in traffic for an hour with Tae. Now what am I supposed to do.

Jungkook clears his throat, murmuring shit , realizing he's still on the phone, "Sorry, Ken, I spilled some coffee."

"No worries, Jungkook! So, anyway, do you feel like this second part of your tour is different than the first part?"

He tries to come up with an answer that doesn't sound strained while he types back, I can't tell if you're kidding but please hang on until you get here.

Well I'm certainly not gonna let Tae fuck me.

"Jesus," he mumbles, then catches himself. "I mean, it's good. It's all good. First part, second part, good, good."

Ken pauses on the other line.

"Well, that's great, Jungkook. We're happy you're here visiting us in Texas and we wish you good luck on your show tomorrow night!"

"Thank you so much," he mutters, palms sweating at Jimin's incoming text, which is descriptive and very graphic. "I'll talk to you all later."

He hangs up the phone, pretty sure Ken was still talking, and aimlessly starts wandering around his hotel room, too turned on for his own good just from a little bit of stupid teasing. He starts refolding clothes, flipping through the limited available channels on his TV, and brushes his teeth. Twice. He's acting like he's 16 and about to have sex for the first time, but he can't fucking help it, not when he has the promise of Jimin, sexy and desperate, after going without him for weeks.

It takes ages for Tae and Jimin to arrive - probably closer to only half an hour - and when Jimin barrels through the door, thankfully alone, Jungkook's on him in seconds, pushing up him up against the wall, mouths already moving at a bruising pace. He pulls off of Jimin's lips and dips down to suck a healthy bruise into his neck, Jimin whining and slamming his hands against the wall behind him.

"Are you gonna ask me how my flight was," he grits out.

"How was your flight, baby,"

Jungkook asks, rolling his hips into Jimin's.

"Fuck. I don't remember."

He's doing his best to turn Jimin on, to bring him to the point of no return just like he is, but it's backfiring, working against him.

Every time he presses their hips together, Jimin's moans only encourage Jungkook to go faster, to get harder, and it doesn't take much more than that for Jungkook to shove his hand down the front of Jimin's joggy's, not bothering to pull them down at all.

He pulls off Jimin quickly, using his precome to help with the glide, and Jimin closes his eyes, groaning high in his throat, just letting Jungkook take.

"Your hands," he slurs out, as if it's a sentence in one way or the other, then arches his back as Jungkook drags his thumb across the head.

"You're so fucking hot," Jungkook punches out, biting at Jimin's collarbones. "Wanna see."

Jimin squirms under the attention, Jungkook's words, Jungkook's touch. He swallows heavily against Jungkook's mouth as he yanks his jeans down, and Jungkook loves nothing more than the way he's shaking, wanting it.

He continues to jerk his hand over Jimin's cock, twisting and pulling the way he knows Jimin likes, can't stop staring at his face. The flush is rising up his neck to his cheeks, sitting high on his cheekbones, and Jungkook can't help himself.

"Gorgeous," he murmurs, moving his hand faster now, can tell Jimin's close. "Been wanting to watch you come for weeks. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen. You have no idea what you..." He can't come up with more words, just presses his own cock, hard and trapped inside his jeans, against Jimin's hip, the pressure not enough but it's something. "Come on, baby."

Jimin's breathing is out of control, shallow, his chest heaving, his hands grabbing for Jungkook's zipper. "Get it out," he rasps. "I need to get you off."

Jungkook manages to get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped one handed, miraculously, hissing when Jimin's spit slick palm reaches around his own cock.

"You feel so good," he tells Jimin thrusting into Jimin's hand, doing his best to keep his own hand steady, still wants to see him come apart.

"You're big ," Jimin murmurs out, mouthing at Jungkook's jaw helplessly. "I wanted you to fuck me but need to get off."

"Fuck." He's only had his hand around Jungkook for a minute or two but the white hot heat is already curling up his spine. He clenches and unclenches his jaw, entire body electrified. "Still gonna fuck you. Climb over you and fuck into you and you won't be able to do anything other than lay there and try not to come too quickly."

"That's..." Jungkook watches as Jimin's stomach muscles tighten. "What I want."

Jungkook keeps murmuring promises, desperate to make them come true, and he's not even sure what he's saying anymore but it has Jimin spilling into his hand, crying out, squeezing his hand around Jungkook's cock too hard. It makes him leak out more precome, anyway, loving the roughness, and he thrusts up into Jimin's grip, biting at his shoulder as he comes less than a minute later.

Jimin lowers himself down a few inches, still breathing hard; Jungkook has no idea when he even stood up on his tiptoes to begin with. "Think we can we actually make it past the entryway?" he asks, eyes closed.

Jungkook snorts into Jimin's neck, his own breathing still rapid and shaky. "Bed?"

"Yes."

"Can I carry you there?"

"If you want to keep your kneecaps, no."

He throws his head back and laughs. "Fine. After you."