BTS Smuts [BoyxBoy]

Namjin

[Seokjin visits relatives and leaves Namjoon behind. They're eager to talk again.]

Three weeks apart and it was becoming unbearable. They'd barely had contact and the lack of Seokjin around was driving Namjoon crazy. It was such a contrast, going from being around each other all the time to barely speaking words to each other.

Jin was visiting relatives, which he always did enjoy and he was super close with his family members, but whenever he spent time there it always seemed chaotic, probably as he'd been gone so long they wanted to cherish the chance to be around him again. He'd be staying at his brother's house and was so busy he'd rarely had time to talk. Namjoon understood though; it must have been tough when Jin lived here, so far away from his family and for such long periods of time too.

A ping came from Namjoon's phone and his boyfriend's name appeared on the screen, signalling a text. He shot to pick it up and read the message. 'Call me.'

He raised his eyebrows. He quickly slid his thumb over the screen and called him, waiting for an answer. Three beeps went by and then he heard his favourite sound.

"I missed you," Jin said on the line.

Bringing his knees up to his chest, Namjoon shuffled on his bed to sit, his head leaning against the headboard. "I missed you too."

He heard Seokjin exhale on the other end of the phone. "Sorry I've not talked... calling so late too.. I've been so busy. You know how it is. Always something going on."

"It's alright, don't worry," he replied. "You're having fun though, right?"

"Yeah, a lot of fun. It's so exhausting though. My brother's gone clubbing so I'm here alone," he giggled in a tired tone. Namjoon breathed a laugh. "I was thinking about you a lot today. I miss you like hell, you know." This was the longest they'd spent apart since the relationship began and prior to this they'd had each others almost constant company, so this kind of talk was expected.

"You were?"

"I couldn't get you out of my head. The whole time it was just.. about you." Namjoon felt himself blush really hard.

"What kind of things?" Namjoon asked. If this were old times, he'd be the classic girl twirling the phone cable in her fingers.

Seokjin lay on the bed in his brother's spare bedroom. He wore his boxers only which were a light grey and hugged his figure. His blonde hair was a mess but even he thought he still looked great. Seokjin was the God of self confidence. He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes. "I was thinking about how much I wanted you there, with me and stuff. Thinking about how cute your face is, how cute your butt is," he joked.

"Hahah. You'd think you've been gone so long you can't remember what I look like."

"Mhmm. Why don't you fill me in?" Seokjin asked.

Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows. "Pardon?"

"What are you wearing, Joonie?" he asked, in a low, seductive voice.

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "Are we really doing this?" he laughed.

"Why not?" Seokjin said. "It's something new."

Namjoon thought. With the rest of the members home, it was kind of risky and guaranteed embarrassment if he was heard by anyone talking in that way. "I don't think I can. Everyone's home, remember? What if they hear?"

"So what if they hear?"

"I'll be humiliated," Namjoon replied.

Seokjin let out a quiet laugh. "Joonie... Please. I'm so hard."

"Alright," he said.

"You want to?" Jin asked, surprised.

"When you talk like that, it's difficult to resist."

"Well, that was easy," he jested. Seokjin smiled and let it be silent for a couple of seconds. "Joon, what are you wearing?"

"A shirt and underwear," Namjoon replied shyly.

"Take the shirt off for me," Jin instructed. He lay there imagining it as he listened to the sound of fabric rustling. "Leave the boxers for now. Rub yourself over them, lightly."

"O-ok," he responded, using his right hand to stroke his length over the thin material. The combination of the gentle strokes and the hot sound of Seokjin's voice was enough to make him hard in his underwear. His breaths became a little deeper and he heard Jin sigh on the other end of the line.

"Does it feel good?"

Namjoon nodded but then realised he couldn't be seen. "Y-yeah," he stuttered.

"Cute." Jin said. "How about you take them off for me now," he suggested. His voice was low and calm in Namjoon's ears, "and touch yourself, only slowly." He brought his hand back to his member and felt it solidify more and more with every stroke. He let out tiny, barely audible moans into the phone. "You sound so good, Joon. Stop now."

Namjoon removed his hand and listened.

"Could you get some lube and stretch yourself out for me," he said, "and get the vibrator too, for when I tell you?"

The quiet tapping noise of wood on wood as Namjoon opened and closed the drawer made Jin smile and he listened to the younger boy over the phone. Namjoon applied lube to his fingers and moaned quietly as he inserted a finger inside himself. "That's so hot, Joon. You're so good."

The praise made him blush bright pink and his face felt warm. He added more fingers as time went by and it began to feel better and better, he moaned more frequently and whimpered at the touch. He was so sensitive. Seokjin asked, "how many fingers is that, baby?"

"F-four," he replied.

Seokjin smiled. "You're doing so good, Joonie. Put the vibrator inside yourself.. and.. imagine that it's me."Seokjin was breathing hard now, and feeling all kinds of pleasure. He listened to his boyfriend's whimpers as he played with the toy and he was rock solid. Pre-cum spilled slowly from the head of his dick and he groaned with Namjoon, them both getting closer to a climax. "Say my name."

"Jin, oh," he let out. His heavy, deep breaths were becoming louder and you could hear the wet sounds of the toy at Namjoon's entrance becoming faster. Namjoon's legs began to slightly shake and he repeated Seokjin's name as he came, spilling cum all over his stomach and arching his back. Seokjin would've loved the sight. Jin rubbed his thumb over the head of his dick and climaxed to the sound of Namjoon's orgasm, letting out the dirtiest groan he'd heard.

A few minutes passed where there were no words, rather the noises of the two boys catching their breaths.

"Same time tomorrow?" Namjoon asked.