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Yoongi-
Jimin puts his small suitcase in the car. He gets in the seat next to me and sets a bag on the floor. It's filled with food. "Okay, it should only take us eighteen hours to get there. I have a hotel booked two block away from the campus. That bag of food should get us by until we get to New York," he says. "Let's go, it's six and I'm pumped!"
I groans and start driving. "I wish I was as energetic as you. I swear I'm going to fall asleep."
"Nope. I'm keeping you awake. And you'll get tired of me soon enough," he chirps.
That lasted ten minutes. He fell asleep before I could even get on a highway. I play my mix quietly and focus on the road. I follow the GPS carefully and eat a whole bag of Cheetos. I stop at a gas station at twelve and fill up then start driving. Jimin wakes up finally and I have to stop again so he can use the restroom.
Jimin stays awake after that. He sings softly to the mix. If he weren't a dancer, he could definitely be a singer. His voice is smooth and capturing. He's happy, his voice shows it. No matter how much I want to be with him, I know he belongs in New York. I can't force him to stay with me. We will eventually breakup. He will meet a better man. It's inevitable.
"Yoongi, do you want to trade?" Jimin asks.
I scoff. "Yeah right. You don't have your license."
He pouts. "I'll be good at it."
"No. That's final."
He pouts. "Please Yoongie."
I sigh. "Don't do that. Knock it off."
He leans over the console. "Make me." He kisses my neck. I grip the steering wheel tighter. His dainty hand rests on my thigh.
"Jimin, don't. I'm d-driving," I say.
"Then pull over," he says.
I pull over quickly. Jimin smiles and climbs into my lap. His back is against the steering wheel. He stares at me before smiling even larger. I hold onto his waist and run circles with my thumb.
"I guess I should return the favor from Christmas," I say.
He bites his lip. "I'm not a fan of blow jobs. Im not as big as you are." He blushes.
I run my hand through his hair. "That's okay baby. I wasn't think about a blow job. I don't think I could pull off what your pretty lips did." I play with his belt loop. "Can you get in the backseat for me? Just lay down. Let me take care of you."
He smiles and gets off and gets in the back. He lays on the seat. I climb in the back. He gives me a shy look, his cheeks are pink. I lean down and kiss him. "Just tell me if you want to stop," I say. "I will always listen. You have the power here."
He nods. "Okay."
I run his thighs a little before sliding them up and under his shirt. I feel around his perfect tummy, flicking over his nipples. I move it up so I can kiss his treasure trail. I unbutton his pants and pull them down to his knees. He stares up at me, his hands holding my arms. I kiss his stomach again. His eyes flutter. "Hey," I say softly. "Just relax." He nods.
I look at him. All of his body. He's so beautiful. I feel myself getting hard. His body is so beautiful I can't help my self. I kiss just above his boxers. He gasps, and holds me tighter. I pull them off. He's completely bare other than his shirt. His face is a deep red. I kiss him, his eyelashes falling against my cheek. I start pumping his dick to get him harder. It makes him have sweet, soft moans.
"Yoon-" He squeaks. I hum in response. I massage his dick until it leaks precum. I swipe it up with my thumb and lick it off.
I move down. I've never been face to face with a dick, but he asked me not to be. I lift his legs to be over my shoulder. I blow a puff of air on his small, pink hole. He gasps and pulls my hair. I lick over it and around it. Jimin quivers and starts to moan more.
"Yoongi," he gasps. "Oh my god."
I lap my tongue over it. I stick two of my fingers in his mouth. He on sucks them. I let my tongue slip into his hole. He squeals around my fingers. Once his ass is pretty slick, I pull away and I massage it with my fingers that were in his mouth.
"Fuck, Yoongi!" Jimin gasps. He scratches my arms. "Please, please."
I slip my fingers in. He tightens around them. "Come on Jimin. Let me hear your pretty voice."
He lets out a high pitched moan. I stare at him. He's falling apart right here. I fuck my fingers in him. Moving them and spreading him. I put in my third. Jimin cries out. His nails dig into my skin. Small tears roll down his cheeks. I kiss them away.
"Sh, it's okay," I say.
He nods. "Fuck." He ruts himself down. He starts fucking himself with my fingers. I kiss his neck, making sure I leave a small mark. Then tiny marks down his chest. I can feel him tightening around my fingers. He's going to cum soon. I try fucking him more. My fingers hit his prostate. He cries out like a porn star. He begs are slurred. His eyes roll back as he finally hits his high and cum in my other hand and on his stomach.
He shakes for a while. I take my fingers out and wipe them on a beach towel that was on the floor of my car. I clean my hands and watch him recover. I clean his stomach and any left over spit. I help him with his pants. His eyes seem glazed with pleasure.
He sits up on my lap. I hold him, hoping he doesn't fall. He lays his head on my shoulder. "I have never felt like this towards anyone."
I smile and kiss him. "Neither have I."
"I love you."
My heart flips. "I love you too."
"Thank you. I've never felt something like that. Joshua only satisfied his needs, and Jin and I never did anything except sex for stress relief," Jimin says. "I'm happy you think of me, and not only your dick."
I smile. "Of course. I don't see how I could even think straight with you under me. It's the most attractive thing I've ever seen. And you have such beautiful moans." I kiss him again.
He smiles. "We should going. I'm sorry if I got anything on the seat of the car."
I scoff. "No, you're very clean. And even if you did, I'd be proud of it. First time making a guy cum."
Jimin laughs. "It won't be the last."
I help him back into the front seat. I get buckled and put on my turn signal to starry driving again. I hold his hand. Jimin sings and attempts to be funny. We play I spy until it's too dark. We are four hours away from our hotel. Jimin is barely awake. I'm exhausted and I need to smoke. I pull over to a truck stop. I park away from the semis in hope to avoid any creepy men. Jimin says he has to go to the bathroom. I do too so we get out, I lock the doors, and we go to the restroom. We go back to the lay and decide the front seats aren't comfortable enough. I lay on the back seat. Jimin lays next (on) me. He falls asleep quickly. I join him a few minutes later.