House of Cards ||Vminkook

Chapter 9: Little Games

Jungkook eyed the line on Jimin's thigh with a great interest. The powder looked as gorgeous as always on his skin, reminiscent of what it looked like when he had splatters of cum on his stomach, his inner thighs, his lower face and neck. Taehyung had picked a wonderful place to have the cocaine spread except it wasn't entirely clear if he was actually going to snort the line. He had just suggested it without thinking it would seem, and only now had it hit him that his earlier remark had been serious. Surely Taehyung could see that this would be fun? Hadn't he found the sensation of the slight high at the hotel pleasurable? Was it possible that he had disliked it, all things considered? The idea that he might have hated it was shocking to Jungkook. How could anyone hate that rush of life; that raw feeling of power?

Jimin might not dabble with cocaine but that was because his poison of choice was Valium and champagne. He liked hypno-opiates, being blissfully light and numb to the point of immobility. He found it more enjoyable to lounge on one of the beds, head balanced on Wangbi's stomach so he could bury his face in her fur and run his hands along the sheets, his bathrobe, his skin. Fingers trailing along his clavicle and down to his navel as if the slightest bump under his flesh was Braille that he could read with his fingertips; blissed out smile on his lips. Cocaine was just too excitable for him, shot him up high into the clouds when he would rather be floating through space dreamily. He had sampled a few experimental drugs in the past but had had very little interest in them and so he stuck to his usual choice.

Jungkook liked that feeling too sometimes, particularly after a horrible day. He liked being stoned and feeling Jimin's fingers and lips playing with his skin. Massaging his shoulders, wrapping locks of hair around his fingers, running his tongue down his spine. Fucking whilst stoned was pretty fantastic. Far out, slow and deliberate and touchy. But he still preferred being high, surging with energy until he was fucking Jimin as fast as his own racing pulse, feeling every thump hard enough to almost rattle his bones and hearing Jimin's moans echoing in his head until he felt like he was going insane.

Yet he knew nothing that Taehyung liked. He knew that he drank, but not as much as expected. He knew that he smoked, for he constantly excused himself to leave and light up on the curb outside of buildings when he had no need to. No one would tell him to leave. He could dab ash everywhere and stub his cigarettes out on the walls and no one would dare voice a complaint. Yet the other man always excused himself in a rather amusingly polite way.

So when Taehyung actually lowered his head, tooter in hand, and snorted the line of cocaine off Jimin's thigh he was actually surprised. Surprised enough to start laughing. It even made Jimin reach over and start patting at his head, lightly ruffling at his hair as if he was a pet. Taehyung didn't seem to mind at all for he was too shocked to do so. The other man let out a deep groan as he tossed his head back, throwing a hand up to his nose. He knocked it rather hard with the back of his knuckles and made a series of noises, no doubt as the back of his nose and throat burned. After a few seconds he lowered his hand and head to look at them.

"Fuck..." Taehyung muttered as he pinched at the bridge of his nose and then rubbed it roughly.

"Good?" Jimin asked as he cocked his head at him. There was playful smile on his lips and he looked very pleased.

"I...I dunno," Taehyung said as he shook his head. He still had that shocked look on his face and he sniffed a few times before blinking. His eyelids flickered, those lovely lashes of his brushing along his cheekbones. "That burnt, shit, Jungkook, that really burnt."

"Yes, but what does it feel like now?" Jungkook asked as let go of Jimin's collar and ran his finger down his spine instead, down the stretch of black silk. Taehyung thought this over for a moment, eyes dropping to study the other man's spread thighs. It was as if he had been asked a deep and meaningful question rather than something simple. After some thought he looked up at him.