The Pilot || MinJoon

Chapter 28

Jimin and Namjoon drift in and out of sleep, both of them naked, pleasantly exhausted, and stubbornly refusing to submit to total unconsciousness. They'd nap for a few minutes, but Namjoon would wake and softly peck the younger's lips before dozing off again. Jimin is just as smitten, and he'd wake up long enough to lightly trace the pilot's jawline with his fingertips before snuggling closer to his boyfriend.

They go on like this throughout the evening, each finding ways to caress or kiss the other as they float in and out of varying states of wakefulness, both of them trying to communicate their love and affection even while the other seems to be asleep and oblivious to these tender gestures.  

At one point, Jimin opens his eyes to find Namjoon gazing at him with a fond look on his face, and the CEO grins back at his boyfriend, happy and utterly content to be with him.

"Hey there Fairy Prince," the elder murmurs, pressing the softest of kisses onto the other's lips. 

"Fairy Prince?" Jimin giggles. 

"Yeah," said Namjoon, stretching his long limbs before wrapping his arms around the younger. "I had a dream, you know. You were in it, and you were dancing."

"Ooooh interesting," Jimin purrs. "Was there a pole? Please tell me there was a stripper pole in your dream. And were you there too? Did we do a little dance? Made a little love? Did we get down tonight?"

 Namjoon chuckles and boops the silver-haired man's nose. "Nope. But there was a mannequin. And you kept taking off its clothes and wearing 'em. Then at one point you were wearing this sexy red suit, then it morphed to purple  and you were...just...sliding your hand down to your inner thigh and keeping it there while you rocked from side to side, and... oh, baby, it was so fucking hot."

Jimin laughs and drapes himself over Namjoon, and the pilot reflexively tightens his hold on him. 

"That is some hot choreography," the younger agrees, lightly mouthing at Namjoon's neck. "I might have to show you how I'd do that in real life though. I bet I can do it even better than Dream Jimin."

"So competitive," Namjoon teases while gliding his hands up and down his boyfriend's naked back. "And it's no contest, baby. I'd pick you over Dream Jimin every single time. Dream Jimin kinda scares me."

Jimin raises his head and gives his boyfriend a look of fake outrage. "And I'm not scary?" he says, lightly poking the other's chest. "Just you wait, mister. One day, I'll pull a Magic Mike on you and  blow your socks off."

"Ohhh nooooo," Namjoon moans, burying his face in Jimin's hair. "Now I can't stop picturing it in my head, just you grinding away on a table while holding a blowtorch." 

 "FYI, I know how to handle a blowtorch," the younger says with a smirk. "It's all included in the Park Jimin boyfriend package, you know."

"Oh is that so?" Namjoon exclaims, his eyes widening at this new piece of information. He plants a loud smacking kiss onto the other's lips. "Well, that skill could come in handy. In any case, I'm looking forward to Magic Jimin, blowtorch or no blowtorch."

"Well, I for one, would love to blow your torch," says Jimin suggestively while grinding against Namjoon's crotch in slow circles.

"And I would like permission to enter your airspace," Namjoon says, making Jimin laugh out loud.  

Grinning, he tries to sift through his memorized stockpile of dirty pilot puns but soon finds out that it's impossible to keep his brain cells functioning when he's got his very naked and very sexy boyfriend grinding against his cock. So he gives in to the delicious friction and closes his eyes, his hands finding their way to Jimin's hips as he lets the CEO rock his pelvis against his own.