Frustrated : A Jikook Fanfiction

Chapter 1: "Get a room!"

                    "You drive me insane." Jungkook growls, lust and desire clouding his brown eyes. Sweat causes raven-black bangs to stick to his forehead, his cheeks flushed a deep pink as his chest heaves. His anticipation and want so apparent, urging Jimin until he can't deny his own desperate wanting.

                    It all began on stage, with Jungkook so obviously aroused by the other. From across the marble stage blown pupils met brown eyes. The acknowledgment, the occasional brushes of arms and sides as they performed set fire to him. Jimin's skin is an array of neon colors under the stage lights, his body unable to contain the intensity of the other's stare, squirming with desire and need. Every chance and opportunity Jungkook moves slightly closer than necessary, his gaze lingering longer. It isn't Jimin's sinfully pink tongue swipes across his lower lip that he know's any inhibitions he's had have just been shattered. On the next note Jungkook's voice wavers, causing Jimin to grin. His band-mates most definitely take notice. As if it all wasn't enough, upon exiting the stage warm breath meets Jungkook's ear, causing him to shiver. "When we get back to the bus, I'm going to make you forget your own name." Jimin whispers. Jungkook gasps audibly. A chaste kiss is placed on his lips, and then the warm breath and solid presence behind him are gone all at once.

                     Later that night in their bus, intentionally moving before their band-mates, chaos ensues. Bottom lips are nipped at, their tongues battle for dominance, groans are elicited from one another, a teasing hand reaches up Jimin's shirt, running over his toned sides. Impatiently Jimin grabs onto Jungkook's hips, forcing their torsos to meet in a heated embrace. Jimin lets out a breathy whine. The contact is almost too much for him, clutching at the other boy's shirt almost helplessly. "Shit... Jeon..." Jimin whimpers. Jungkook can't contain the moan that slips past his lips.

                    In one swift move, Jimin's being pressed against the tour bus's sofa. Firm arms surround his head, trapping him in the most wonderful way. His back arches towards the man on top of him, wrapping lithe arms around his neck. The smaller boy lets out a breathy laugh that quickly turns into a moan. Insistent lips nip at his collarbone, before sucking a particularly sensitive patch of skin below his ear. Hips thrust upwards to meet the others. Another choked moan escapes him as larger hips finally sink downwards to grind against his own. "Oh fuck...! Jeon...! Fuck, don't stop...!" Jimin pleads with the man above him, hands clutching at the edge of the sofa.

                    "I won't baby, I won't." Jungkook promises, pressing kisses to the hollow of Jimin's throat. He let's one elbow prop him up, while the other clutches at the hip of the boy below him. Pressing hot, open mouthed kisses from his neck to his chest Jimin gasps. "You're so cute baby, so sweet when you're like this." Jungkook begins. Jimin lets out another whine at his dirty talk. "Love you underneath me, whining and begging. So hot and ready for me..."' Jungkook groans. He presses his hips down harder, grinding his boyfriend.

                   The movement makes Jimin moan, loudly. Heat coiled in his stomach, making him realize just how close he was. In Jungkooks ear he gasped "Fuck... Slow down... Mm so close...". His words came out between pants. Jungkook smirked devilishly, continuing his assault on the boy's nick while slipping a hand inside his waistband. The weight of Jimin's cock in his hand made his blood rush South so quickly he was dizzy. "Fuck!" Jimin exclaimed. His profanity only served to encourage Jungkook, who quickly stroked up and down his length. "No... Stop! Wanna ride you, cum on your cock..." Jimin said weakly. Jungkooks neglected length pulsed...

                    Just at the height of their pleasure their bus's door banged open, obnoxious laughter sounding through the confined area. Jimin gaps audibly, while Jungkook makes a frustrated noise as if he's going to cry. While Jimin rushes to adjust himself, the boy above him curses "Have I mentioned how much I hate all of you?" He exclaims. Suddenly realizing what they've just intruded on, the band members stop in their tracks. RM laughs loudly, and the others follow suite.

                    "I guess we did miss something. No wonder Jeon here couldn't keep his hands off Jimin after the performance." Suga says comically. Jimin scrambles to sit up, his face burning crimson with embarrassment. Jungkook sits in front of the smaller boy, shielding him from the others.

                    "Oh fuck off. It's not like you were getting laid tonight." Jungkook grumbles, his cheeks colored pink. Adjusting his top he quickly storms off towards the bathroom, dragging Jimin in tow. His band-mates laughter follows them all the way there, and even when the door is slammed shut they can hear it faintly through the thin, metal walls. Jimin won't look Jungkook in the eye, embarrassed beyond belief. The taller boy takes his hands in his own. "It's alright sweetheart." He murmurs in his ear. "Don't be embarrassed. They hardly saw nothin'. It's just us right here." He reassures the boy, lifting him up to the bathroom counter.

                    Finally Jimin looks up, smiling bashfully. The look on his face is beyond innocent for someone who had just been caught receiving a hand job in the middle of their tour bus. Jungkook, overwhelmed, moves forward and kisses him lovingly. The sincerity in the kiss quickly turns passionate, kissing down his body. Jimin struggles to contain his cries of pleasure as the taller boy reaches his waist. "Jeon..." He chokes out, restraining his moans.

                     Impatient, Jungkook quickly yanks down the smaller boy's underwear and jeans, Jimin lifting his hips off the counter in support. Finally Jungkook closes his mouth over the tip, his hands grasping the base of Jimin's cock. Rough hands thread through dark hair, Jimin's head falls back as he moans loudly. He seizes up, realizing what he's just done. "Shit... Shit... Jungkook you gotta stop... Or I'm gonna..." He pants, restraining any sounds he might make. His forehead was wet with perspiration as pleasure courses through him.

                        "It's alright sweetheart. Wanna hear you. Wanna hear how good I make you feel." Jungkook says sweetly, his mouth coming of his length with almost a "pop". Jimin whines, low and throaty. Jungkook knows just how much dirty talk affects him. And Jeon was an expert, the definition of the word. When he moves back down, swallowing his length again, Jimin can't control the sounds he emits. He whines audibly as the pleasure intensifies. Heat coils in his stomach as he rocks forward into the wet heat of Jungkook's mouth. He cries out again nearing his peak.

                     "Fuck... Gonna cum..." He pants, his hips rocking forward almost uncontrollably. The pleasure he's experiencing makes him deaf to the laughter and mocking of those outside. On the very brink of orgasm he lets out another breathy whine. Without warning, he tips over the edge. The corners of his vision go white as he's filled with undeniable pleasure. Tilting his head backwards, he lets out a final cry.

                    As he empties into the mouth of the boy below him, he can vaguely hear Jin's exclamation of "Get a room!" outside their door. He won't worry about the others, at least until later.