Fresh Junior Kim Seokjin transferred into the new school. Head Boy Namjoon Feels his blood boiling every time he sees this new boy, at least that's what he says to his boyfriend Min Yoongi. But is there any chemistry or Is something possible?
You ran away like I had the plague or something." Could he explain it? Jin took one deep breath. "It wasn't about you."
"Then what was it about?" Namjoon insisted, just as his hands began to rub against his back, washing him gently. Their roles were reversed. Back then, he had been the one washing Joon's back, and it had all started as a joke.
"I was afraid," he admitted. "Of my cum?" Namjoon asked as his hands moved to his front and began rubbing his chest. "Of you."
"Yeah, 'cause I'm so scary," Joon said with a snort and moved his hands lower. Jin pressed his hands against the tiled wall, to steady himself. Namjoon moved again and began to soap his ass crack like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
"You're called Rwanch Randa," he explained. Not for the reasons you think," came the enigmatic reply. "Really?" He groaned as Namjoon took care of his cock and balls, too.
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The worst or best part was how he was teasing his crack, though, not pushing or anything against his hole, but making it twitch in expectation. "Enlighten me." "No way.
Stick around for the whole month, and I'll tell you." "I cannot imagine why you're so eager about this whole thing," Jin said. "Almost even more than me."
Namjoon made him turn so they were facing each other. The water sprayed them, making their hair heavy and wet. "It's easier to be more eager than you.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think you don't like me much." Jin pushed the wet hair away from Joon's face. He looked into his eyes.
"I like you too much, former king of hookups. And that's not good for me." "Why?" The grey eyes scanned his face.
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"Isn't it obvious? You're straight; I'm gay. We could never work out." Namjoon's face stretched into a lazy grin.
"Stop getting so serious, sexy lips. We're only hooking up." Jin sighed in relief.
For a moment there, he had thought he needed to explain himself. But Joon took things easy, and easy they would remain, for the sake of their sanity. "Good, that's good.
We should work out some arrangement, though." "Because you need to study, right," Namjoon replied. "I'll let you do that during the week."
"So, no more booty calls?" Jin asked, hoping that he didn't sound as disappointed as he felt. Another grin convinced him that he had nothing to worry about. "You wish.
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I'll still call. And we need to work on the 'booty' part in 'booty call'." Jin rinsed the suds off his body and then placed his hands on Namjoon's chest.
He wished the heat in his cheeks wasn't obvious, but by the way the other smiled, there was a slim chance of that. "That dude, was he straight?" Joon asked. No need to ask who he meant.
Jin frowned as his hands explored the contours of Namjoon's astonishing muscles. "Yes," he replied quietly. "I see."
No other commentary followed. He could breathe freely. "So, he ditched you for some girl?" Ah, he had relaxed too soon.
Jin shook his head. "Is he the reason why you changed schools?" That conversation was getting too close to home. "Turn your back," he ordered and began soaping Joon's body down to the curve of his ass.
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This time, he didn't hesitate and enjoyed the feeling of those perfect mounds filling his hands while he did his best to tease the other as revenge for his earlier sweet torture.
