church boys ✒ namjin

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CHAPTER TEN:
BLOW MY JOB.

                   NAMJOON COULDN'T RECALL how he'd ended up in this predicament. But here they were, him and Seokjin pressed so close together in the dark cinema, their friends surrounding them. They'd snuck into the cinema that evening, all smuggled in Yoongi's car so adults who knew Namjoon's parents wouldn't out them.

It was supposed to be a nice, Saturday evening movie but Namjoon could feel Seokjin's breath on his neck, the fluttering of the older boy's lashes and the supple flesh of his lips all burrowed in Namjoon neck in an attempt to shield his eyes from the horror scene playing on the large screen TV.

And it was all innocent, Namjoon knew. He knew Seokjin didn't mean to brush his fingers dangerously close to his crotch when he jumped and he knew the older boy didn't mean to squeeze Namjoon's thighs so tight when he got scared. It was all innocent, so Namjoon felt flushed with shame when he felt that familiar tightening in his crotch.

He hated himself for it. Seokjin was scared and he was disgusting for taking advantage of the situation and getting hard, what more in the presence of his friends and the strangers that occupied the seats in the movie theater.

But he couldn't help it. He'd had a crush on Seokjin for close to two months now and all the subtle yet glaring touches from the smaller boy was sending him over the railing.

He inhaled a sharp breath when Seokjin's hand accidentally swiped across his crotch for the umpteenth time. Namjoon was so tempted to think it was on purpose but he knew the older boy was way too innocent to pull something so wicked off.

"Jinnie," Namjoon breathed out hot air when the touching had become a little too much and he felt familiar hotness spread through out his body. "I need to —" he closed his eyes, biting his lip to suppress a groan, "Bathroom,"

Seokjin tilted his head at Namjoon, the light from the TV illuminating his face. "Are you okay, Joonie?"

"Yeah!" Namjoon squeaked, "I just really need to pee,"

Seokjin nodded and pressed himself snug against the chair so Namjoon could slip through and make his way out of the theater. Namjoon pretty much sprinted, in the guise of a jog, down the stairs towards the bathroom. His heart was racing as he threw the bathroom door open, quickly finding a stall and leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and sweat beading down his face even with the good ari condition.

His dick throbbed against his tight jeans and he was so tempting to whip it out and get a release but that would be disgusting. Jacking off in a public toilet. He'd done a lot of shitty things but this would probably top the list (no hate to people who actually do. we understand the struggle, knock yourself out!). So he settled for simply palming himself softly through his jeans in hopes that he could wait it out for a while and it would go down.

"Fuck!" He cried, eyes closed in painful pleasure as his slender fingers made contact with his sensitive (and throbbing, mind you) dick. He didn't know what he was doing. He wasn't thinking straight.

"Joonie?" A small, familiar voice called out from outside of the stall.

Namjoon froze, eyes squeezing shut because no, this could not be happening to him. Not him, not now. Not in front of Seokjin at least. This was karma for stealing Jungkook's juice box that one time.

"Yeah?" He breathed harshly, pressing the palm of his hand flat against the cool tile of the bathroom wall while the other hand palmed feverishly at his crotch. He could not help it, could not stop. Even with Seokjin being only a few feet away.

"You okay? Yoongi asked me to come check up on you," Seokjin was now standing in front of Namjoon's stall, his voice was a lot closer.

Screw you, Yoongi. Even though your only crime was loving me.