Rental [yoonmin]

32.

"I don't do tickling." Yoongi said in a low voice. He kept Jimin's hands pinned above him.

"Yoongi, we shouldn't do this." He whispered feeling himself get intimidated.

"I won't unless you want me to. I'm not going to force you." Yoongi said leaning over him.

"Okay." Jimin said. He watched the water drip from Yoongi's wet hair and it made him feel some type of way.

"I have a girlfriend." He added. He was hoping that would kill the mood. That he wouldn't feel the way he did. But it didn't stop the feelings.

Yoongi nodded in understanding. "I'm aware." He was about to get off him when Jimin grabbed his arm needy.

"Don't."

"What do you want me to do then? You're confusing me." Yoongi asked as he sat next to him.

Jimin sat up and looked at Yoongi's bare pale chest and the way his skin glowed under the light. His skin looked like porcelain and Jimin wanted to touch him and feel him closer.

He pulled Yoongi in for a hug and took a sniff of his hair as he closed his eyes. Yoongi, ran his fingers through his hair like he usually did when they hugged.

Jimin felt his heart racing to speeds he never felt before. Then he felt a strange sensation at the center of his stomach. He knew what it was so he quickly shoved Yoongi off him.

"Ouch." Yoongi responded.

"I-I'm sorry. I can't have you that close." He said embarrassed.

Yoongi's gaze went from his face down to Jimin's swimming trunks. He raised both eyebrows, "Do you want me to . . ." He swallowed hard as he felt himself get aroused too.

"Leave?" He whispered as he kept eye contact with him. Jimin shook his head no. Why didn't he say yes? Why was he sexually aroused by this?

Yoongi nodded as he scooted closer to him. They were looking at each other's lips waiting for one of them to get the courage to kiss one another.

"Fuck it. I'm going to kiss you so hard the world will be jealous of us." Yoongi said crushing his lips against Jimin's.

Jimin responded to the kiss wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him closer. He didn't pull away and he certainly didn't feel disgusted either.

Yoongi bit his lip and earned a soft breath from Jimin. "Please, please." He breathed. Yoongi's hand started traveling up Jimin's thigh as he said dirty things in his ear.

"Does she make you this needy, Jimin? Are you this needy for her?" He asked as he planted soft wet kisses on his jawline.

"N-no. Only you. Only you." He repeated over and over.

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Jimin woke up in hot mess. His heart was beating out of his chest. He swallowed hard as he wiped the dripping sweat from his forehead.

He looked down at his lap and saw a bulge sticking out of his boxers. He closed his eyes and covered his face.

He tried to stop thinking about it to make his erection go away. But all he could think about was Yoongi saying dirty things to him.

Why did he dream of that? Why couldn't he get over the swimming scene? It had happened days ago and now he was dreaming of sex with Yoongi by the pool?

He reopened his eyes and watched his girlfriend laying sound asleep beside him. He was thankful he woke up before she did. What if he was moaning during this dream? What if he said Yoongi's name? What would he tell her?

He reached over to wake her up. Maybe, if he had sex with her his thoughts would go away. Just as he touched her shoulder he immediately pulled away unable to wake her up.

He got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. He looked at his sweaty body in the mirror. Why're you thinking of him?

He looked away and walked towards the toilet to use the bathroom. He pulled his boxers down and he felt extremely angry for still having an erection.

He wasn't gay.

He never had been so why was his body betraying him this way?

It was impossible to pee with an erection so he pulled his boxers back up and sat on the shut toilet.

Jimin thought of Yoongi. His skin, his smile, his laugh. Everything about Yoongi was captivating.

Then he couldn't help but to wonder if Yoongi thought of him too. Did Yoongi like him? He tried to quickly shake those thoughts out of his mind.

His girlfriend was sleeping in their shared room. He couldn't think of none other but her. Was a crime to feel this way?

Jimin kept telling himself it was just a dream. It was a stupid fantasy. He would get over it, he would. At least that's what he kept telling himself.

Just when he thought he was over it he remember everything. He remember the way Yoongi hugged him. Not in the dream but in real life. He remember his touch, and the way he smiled at his actions.

He thought of his hands, his fingers, and his soft breath. Jimin closed his eyes tightly until he saw stars.

Jimin didn't need to think of that. He didn't but he wanted to. He wanted to let those absurd fantasies linger in his mind. He would never tell no one about them. That was be too embarrassing.

Not because he was homophobic or anything. But the thought of not loving and wanting his girlfriend no more terrified him.

He had been with her for a while and she understood him, didn't she? She made him happy, didn't she?

So if he was so in love with her why was he reaching his hand in his boxers thinking of Yoongi? A deep shame fell over him for doing so. He'd be lying if he said he was thinking of his girlfriend instead of him.

As hard as he tried to picture his girlfriend the image just wouldn't come to mind. It was almost as if his heart and mind where possessed and he couldn't help the thoughts.

The only one on his mind was the pale faced boy with the porcelain skin.