Chapter 9 - I am the Hyung now

Sorry...I have a very vivid imagination, okay? 

That's all I gotta say. 

Jungkook POV 

Jungkook had never really had a crush on anyone. 

In school, he was way too shy to talk to any girls, so he stayed out of their way, even as they whispered excitedly around him. Most of them had known he was a trainee already. Later, when he debuted with BTS, he met lot and lots of girls. 

But that was different- they were fans. Army. His Army. He felt comfortable with them in another way. 

And then of course, there was the other side of the coin: female idols.All of them beautiful and perfectly shaped and talented. The dream of every man... And yes, he sometimes talked to them backstage or when he was standing in a larger group, but there was always the fear of a scandal. 

Just one wrong glance at an award show- one wrong hello or bow or wink and fans were speculating whether there was something going on between them, so he had always been cautious, never bothering to get to know any of them. 

It was safe to say, he simply didn't have enough contact with the other gender. 

But as he kissed Jimin and allowed himself to explore his body, he knew- 

It's not that there hadn't been enough chances to get to know girls in a romantic way- he was simply not interested. 

This was what he wanted: Jimin beneath him, his lips swollen and puffy, his eyes huge and hooded with pleasure, telling Jungkook he loved him. 

He wouldn't even know what to do if a girl said that to him- or anyone else. 

But he knew what he wanted to do to Jimin at hearing those three words. 

Not even his lack of experience could shatter the confidence he felt as he looked down at his Hyung. 

It was Namjoon who had taught Jungkook that when he didn't understand something, he needed to get his information straight. (*More like the information gay..)So for the last weeks since that first kiss which had confused him so much, that's exactly what he had done. 

Every time he couldn't sleep, he would read about what being with another man even meant. He might have even stumbled across some fanfictions that were more than a little detailed. (*öhmm,me: 'whistling and looking around the room while trying to avoid attention') His cheeks had reddened whenever he thought about really doing stuff like that with Jimin- now he couldn't wait. 

Seeing his erection had made his mouth run dry. Touching it and hearing Jimin's sharp intake of breath was even better. 

A single stroke and Jimin was squirming beneath him, arching his back. It made him feel powerful-  how he could make Jimin loose his mind with a single touch. 

He lowered his head down to Jimin's ear, stroking his member again. "You like that?" Jungkook teased, his voice sounding strange to him, older and heavy with desire.

Jimin's answer was a long, hot moan that rippled through his body. Or maybe he was trying to say Jungkook's name. 

He felt Jimin grow even harder under his caress and a thought popped into his head. There was something he had read- something that he knew would make Jimin even more crazy. A wide smile shot across his face. 

He was still leaning against Jimin's ear, so he nibbled and licked him there, then proceeded to trail down the line of his body while he kept stroking Jimin in a dangerous rhythm. 

If Jimin were a girl, he would have no idea how to make him feel this good. Jungkook thought, it was much easier to pleasure a boy than a girl- how would you even know what felt good to them? 

He finally made it to Jimin's sharp hip-bones, kissing along the line of them until he was exactly were he had been before Jimin's pants had come of. 

And again he looked up at his Hyung. 

Jimin was starring down at him, and when he saw Jungkook's smile, his eyes widened in shock. 

"Jungkook." Jimin huffed his name- it sounded like a plea and a warning at once. He didn't care. He was in charge. He was the Hyung now. 

Slowly he dipped a bit father down, shooting out his tongue over Jimin's cock. 

"Shit!" Jimin hissed through his teeth, throwing his head back and grabbing the sheets with fisted hands.

This encouraged Jungkook even more and he took the whole length in his mouth. 

It wasn't that long, but Jungkook liked that. It was just like Jimin: tiny and feisty.He sucked him, licked him and then did it again, enjoying it more than he thought he would. 

With one hand, he was holding himself up and with the other he was holding down a very thrashing Jimin. His breathing turned into pants, his pants into little screams every time Jungkook slid down the whole length.

"Stop it, Jungkook, or I'm gonna cum." the boy beneath him cried out between moans. Jungkook would be smiling if he didn't have a dick in his mouth. 

He didn't slow down though. There was already a thin layer of sweat over Jimin's skin, the veins on his neck popping out from trying to hold back. 

"Please," he begged, and Jungkook immediately decided that a begging Jimin was the best fucking thing in the world. 

Jungkook answered by sucking him even harder. 

He knew Jimin was close by the way his pants became irregular, his hips moving against his grip with no rhythm at all and his moans deepened. 

He got the sudden urge to see his face- to see what he looked like when was lost in nothing but pleasure, so he changed his mouth for his hands again and leaned over.

Jimin's eyes were half closed, his mouth half open and beautiful sounds coming out of him as Jungkook drove him father and father off the edge. He grabbed his throat and squeezed a little, moving up the rhythm.

"Jk. Fuck. JK I'm-" he couldn't finish as he saw Jimin's entire body tense, his eyes rolling back and a deep sensual moan escaping his lips. He felt the hot liquid flow over his hands, but he was too transfixed by Jimin's expression to take notice of it. 

He wished he could hold this moment forever as his eyes opened and looked at him. Wonder and amazement was written there, like no one had ever been able to make him feel like this. 

He hoped no one had. This was his! His to hold and treasure and never forget. 

Jimin was still breathing hard as Jungkook took his hand away from his throat and gently brushed some of the black hair away from Jimin's sticky forehead. 

Then he bend down and kissed him slow and deep, dragging out the moment a little longer. 

Pulling away he saw that Jimin was still looking at him with big, round eyes. 

"What?" Jungkook asked and something about his expression made Jimin burst into laughter. 

"You- God, Jungkook you are amazing, do you know that?" 

Jungkook chuckled too and grinned like a fool. " Tell me something I don't know."

"Are we getting cocky?" Jimin asked with raised eyebrows and when Jungkook only grinned wider, a dangerous smirk appeared on his lips. 

His smile fell. He knew Jimin, and when he smirked like that, he was up to no good. 

Using his surprise as leverage, he pushed him off and jumped up. Jungkook tried and miserably failed not to stare at the very well formed ass as Jimin walked over to his desk and picked something up from the floor. 

He came back, handing Jungkook a tissue. Jungkook sat at the edge of the bed and reluctantly took the it from him. 

"You should maybe clean that up," he said, pointing at Jungkook's very sticky hand. 

"Oh," he murmured and now he finally turned red as he wiped his hands.

All of a sudden, he felt a little embarrassed, unable to look up at Jimin who stood in front of him, still completely naked but showing absolutely no shame. 

"So-" Jungkook began, scratching his head in the silence that stretched out. "What now?" 

There was another chuckle from his Hyung and he looked up. He shouldn't have, as Jimin tilted his head to the side and watched him like he was a predator who just found his prey. 

"What do you think? It's my turn!" And with that he got on his knees in front of him.