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“I’m not sure we should leave him on his own.”
“He’ll be fine. The worst of it’s over.”
“I’m still not sure-“
“He just needs rest now, and no offence, but he’s not going to get it with you mothering him every second.”
Jeongguk blearily opens an eye, looking up at the figures standing next to his bed in the far too bright room, the morning sun creeping in despite the closed curtains. Seokjin and Namjoon are debating in hushed whispers, though the noise has still managed to drag Jeongguk out of his slumber. He wishes that they would shut up and let him go back to sleep. He feels cold and clammy and utterly exhausted from the sickness that has consumed him for the last two days. The vomiting stopped last night at least, but he now feels like he just wants to sleep for the rest of the week.
“I’ll be fine,” he mumbles into the pillow, though the grogginess of his voice makes it unintelligible.
“What’s that? Are you in pain?” Seokjin asks immediately, crouching down next to his bedside. Jeongguk would roll his eyes if the action didn’t seem so terribly full of effort. It is very sweet how Seokjin has looked after him, but it’s verging on overbearing. Jeongguk clears his throat and tries again.
“I said, I’m fine,” he says, ignoring the unconvinced look on the older man’s face. “Please hyung, go out, enjoy the day”
The day has been planned for a long time, celebrating Jimin’s birthday with different activities in town. Jeongguk feels absolutely gutted that he can’t be there for his friend, but he’s not going to let his sickness ruin the others’ fun. Seokjin glances warily at Namjoon before standing up.
“Are you sure?” Namjoon checks and Jeongguk gives a small noise of assent. He has suddenly gone very hot after feeling shivery for so long and he is craving to fall back to sleep.
“Well… okay,” Seokjin eventually concedes. “We’ve charged up your phone and it’s right here next to you. Call us if you need anything, anything at all,” he adds, placing the phone next to him on the bedside table alongside a glass of water and half empty packets of tablets.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, because he is grateful, really, for how much they care for him. He doesn’t even get to hear the door close behind them before he’s fallen back to sleep.
When his eyes next open the room is dark, the streetlights outside filtering in through a small gap in the curtains. He fumbles for his phone in the darkness, squinting as the bright screen lights up his face. 21:09. He blinks a few times, his bleary vision clearly not working properly. He can’t have slept for eleven hours, could he? He stretches a little. Well, he does feel incredibly well rested and a lot brighter. His temperature seems normal right now and the weariness in his limbs has gone. He grins to himself. It’s finally over.
He looks over at Namjoon’s bed but it’s still empty. The house is still quiet. The others must be out celebrating still. He feels a twinge of regret at missing out, especially now that he feels so much better. He’s tempted to message them to ask where they are so that he can join but he can already picture Seokjin’s disapproving response, telling him that he’s only just recovered and should still rest. He sighs, knowing that he would probably be right. Despite all of five minutes having passed, he’s starting to feel bored. Jeongguk likes his own company, but knowing he’s alone when everyone else is out having fun makes being in the house seem much more dull.
He’s about to get up to wander downstairs to watch some TV when his thought sinks in a little more. He’s alone. It’s rare to get such a moment of privacy in a constantly bustling household. It’s been much too long really. He glances over at Namjoon’s bed once more as though seeking final confirmation that no one else is around before settling back down and shifting the covers off of him. His hand drifts lower, tugging down his pyjamas and boxers in one go. His cock is already twitching into to life with the knowledge of what he’s about to do.
He doesn’t draw things out. He can’t recall the last time he got a chance to do this – even getting time to yourself in the shower was difficult in this house, with so many people always shouting to hurry up as it’s their turn, and such busy work schedules. Jeongguk's hand works quickly, setting a fast past as he chases his goal of that much sought after relief, something he hasn’t realised he needs so badly until it’s hovering just within reach. His toes curl a little and the muscles of his stomach clench more and more often. His breathing quickens. He’s almost there-
A loud buzzing noise snaps him out of the moment, and his eyes that he hadn’t realised had fallen closed now open wide. He looks at his phone, near enough glaring at it. He debates ignoring the call, but he’s willing to bet it’s one of the guys checking up on him, and if he doesn’t answer Seokjin will likely start trying to come home to make sure he’s okay. He wipes his now slightly sticky hand on the bed sheets before picking up his phone, trying – and failing – to calm down his breathing.
When he looks at the screen however it’s not one of the birthday celebration crowd. It’s Taehyung. He contemplates for a brief moment about letting it ring out, but his friend has been away on location filming for his drama for the past week and he kind of misses him being around. Even if he has unwittingly picked the most ridiculously inconvenient moment for a phone call, Jeongguk answers. Despite not knowing what he’s done, Jeongguk thinks that there is nonetheless something very Tae about that.
“Hey hyung,” he greets. Shit, his breathing is not as under control as he thought it was.
“Hi Gukkie,” comes the reply, and he swears he can almost see his smile down the phone. He pauses for a second before asking, “um, are you okay? You sound a bit out of breath.”
“Yep, yep, fine, fine,” he replies, though the speed with which his words come out make him sound anything but fine. “You, er- just caught me in the middle of something.” It’s a worryingly vague explanation and he hopes to god that he’s not pressed on it. Luckily Taehyung continues without asking more.
“So I just called Jimin to wish him a happy birthday, and he said that you stayed home because you’ve been ill. Why didn’t you tell me?” Taehyung asks accusingly, though there’s the trace of a smile still there.
“Ah, I didn’t want to bother you on set with something so silly,” Jeongguk answers. “You’re a big TV star now don’t forget.”
Taehyung makes a dismissive noise. “Shut up. You know I care about you, I want to know these things.”
Jeongguk smiles, even though the other man can’t see it. He really is quite lucky, he realises, to have such a good group of friends who care about him. He doesn’t comment on this however, not particularly keen on voicing any such sappy sentiments, and instead they start to chat about day to day things – how Taehyung is enjoying the shooting (Jeongguk has to bite back another smile at Taehyung’s excitement in even the most mundane aspects of acting), about how Jimin’s been milking the fact that it’s his birthday week and trying to get all the members to do things for him (it hasn’t worked), about anything and nothing, the same as always. Jeongguk relaxes into the conversation with his favourite hyung, enjoying the comfort of chatting – that is, until he makes a big mistake.
“So, you managed to get up and about a bit this evening then?” Taehyung asks.
“No, not really,” Jeongguk sighs. “Been in bed for like, eleven hours.”
He expects Taehyung to chuckle or reprimand him for being lazy, but instead he goes quiet. “Oh, right. I, er-“, he clears his throat a little. “I’d just figured maybe you’d been up, you know, seems you were so, uh, out of breath when you answered the phone."
Even though Taehyung’s not in the room Jeongguk feels his cheeks flush a hot red. His admission has just made it pretty obvious what he had been doing prior to this phone call. He tries desperately to think of a plausible cover story. Think, think, think. His mind draws a complete and utter blank. “I just, um, well-“
Taehyung cuts him off as he stumbles over his words. “It’s- it’s fine,” he assures the younger man, sounding rather flustered too. Jeongguk doesn’t reply, his heart racing furiously. They share a hell of a lot in their lives, but this is a level of knowledge that his friend really did not need. Neither of them says anything for a long time, Jeongguk silently wishing there was some sort of erase button on the last few minutes of his life. Taehyung eventually breaks the silence.
“It’s er- nice to have some time alone, now and then.”
Wow, this conversation is getting seriously awkward thinks Jeongguk, not helped by the fact that his mind immediately works out that Taehyung’s probably had a lot of time on his own this last week. He wonders if he indulged in the privacy too, simultaneously wondering why he’s even thinking about such things.
“Can we please forget it?” Jeongguk pleads. “Let’s talk about something else. So, are you on set still?”
He hears Taehyung breathe in, a little deeper than usual. “No, I’m at the hotel.” There’s a moment’s pause. “In bed.”
Jeongguk’s not sure what it is about Taehyung’s words that make his stomach twist in the way it does. The specificity of the location, or the way he can’t quite work out the tone of his voice. It throws him a little.
“Oh,” he says dumbly. “Right.” Taehyung doesn’t reply and after a few seconds of this Jeongguk feels the irrepressible urge to break the silence. “I think I’ve had too much time in bed today,” he jokes lamely.
Taehyung takes a little while to respond. “What you were doing, Guk, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I know that!” Jeongguk replies a little too loudly. As embarrassing as this whole thing is, they are all adults here – it’s obvious that it’s something all the band do, they just don’t go about broadcasting it (well, apart from that one hilarious time that Seokjin forgot to knock before going into the room he shared with Yoongi, and he wept to the others that he wasn’t sure his sight would ever recover). “I know that,” he tries again, a little quieter this time. “It’s just, well, it's not exactly something you want to hear about, is it?"
There’s a long pause before Taehyung speaks. “I might.”
Jeongguk stills at his words. Did he hear him right? There’s another pause, stretching out even longer than before. He’s messing with him, he’s got to be. Jeongguk tries to ignore the way his stomach had twisted pleasurably once again. “What?”
“I said I, er- I might.”
“Oh.”
Damn, these silences are killing him. He wants to know what’s going through Taehyung’s mind right now. Is he serious? More pressingly, does Jeongguk want him to be serious? The small throb that pulses through his cock kind of implies that he does but, come on, that’s ridiculous. This is Tae. Just because he’s not physically in the room doesn’t make that fact any less true. He can hear the other man breathing down the phone, the sound loud against his ear.
“It’s, um, it’s a nice thought,” Taehyung tells him.
“What is?” Jeongguk asks, the sound of Taehyung’s voice breaking him out of the muddled mess of his thoughts.
“You touching yourself.”
Shit. There’s a much stronger throb when he hears this, the mixture of bluntness and nerves in the way it’s said only serving to add to the effect rather than detract. He’s serious – he’s fucking serious. Jeongguk’s heart is racing again. Does he want to do this? Isn’t it kind of- no, very fucking weird to talk like this with your friend? Sure, Taehyung’s an attractive guy and he does know that the older man, like himself, has fooled around with guys before, the knowledge the result of late night confessions after downing alcohol smuggled into the house. But doesn’t see Taehyung in that way – he’s his friend, and his mind never wanders to that. Except for those dreams he sometimes gets about him, waking up sticky and confused, but you can’t control your brain when you sleep, everyone knows that.
“Would you like me to touch myself now?"
He’s not really aware of the words slipping out, nor where they've come from, and heat flushes his cheeks after he speaks. He notes the small intake of breath from the other end of the phone.
“Yes.”
He feels dazed as he transfers the phone to his other hand and ear, his now free hand dropping down to take hold of his nearly fully hard cock.
He moves his hand lightly a few times, bringing it to full hardness. He swallows loudly as he does so, still not quite believing that he is doing this while Taehyung is on the other end of a phone line. This is completely new to him, not just with Taehyung, but with anyone. Phone sex is just not something that’s ever cropped up in his life and he’s unsure what he should be saying. Luckily Taehyung jumps in as he searches for a sentence.
“H-how does it feel?” Taehyung’s voice is clear but nervousness creeps into the edges. Jeongguk’s willing to bet that this is his first time trying this out too. God, what are they even doing.
Jeongguk considers for a moment, focusing on the feel of it in his hand, still moving slowly. It’s not something he’s thought about much, usually entirely focused on the feelings that touching his cock produces, rather than how it actually feels itself.
"It's- it's hard," he begins tentatively, even though that's probably obvious. He takes a steadying breath. "Really hard." It's not a lie. Jeongguk's a bit taken aback by how strongly his body is responding to the situation.
"Yeah?" Taehyung breathes out. "Do you, uh, do you like touching yourself?"
"Y-yeah," Jeongguk replies, his voice catching slightly as he tightens his grip on himself. He strokes himself slowly but firmly, enjoying the sensation. He waits for Taehyung to ask something else, but when there's no voice he continues himself. "It feels good."
"Good," Taehyung echoes before adding, "I like thinking of you touching yourself."
It's said almost innocently and Jeongguk can just picture the expression on the other man's face, that calm look he gets when he speaks what's on his mind no matter how obscure the thought. Jeongguk's not sure if he means right now or if thinking of him is a regular occurrence, and he ignores the small flutter that's produced by thoughts of it being the latter. He keeps stroking himself, the imagined image of Taehyung's face saying those words not leaving his mind.
There's a lull in the talking for a few moment's and just as Jeongguk starts to wonder what's happened the older man voices more of his thoughts. "I bet you have a beautiful cock."
There goes Taehyung's lack of filter again. Jeongguk involuntarily lets out a small whimper, his thumb brushing over his slit as the words hit his ear. He did not expect that, not the words that were voiced nor the surge of arousal that they inspired in him. He really doesn't know how to respond to it, so he steers the conversation elsewhere.
"Are, um- are you touching yourself?" he asks.
"No," he replies, and Jeongguk feels almost a little, well, disappointed, until he continues. "Do you want me to?"
The way he speaks it's almost like asking for permission, as though he'd just been waiting for Jeongguk to tell him what to do. It's a thought that really shouldn't be having the effect that it does on the younger man.
"Yes, yes," he says a little too excitedly. He's ready for Taehyung to mock him for his eagerness but instead he receives a soft moan, presumably as Taehyung wraps his hand around himself.
"Shit," Jeongguk whispers, the sound sending a pleasurable shiver coursing through him. He pictures the way Taehyung's head might have tipped back as he moaned, how his hand might look moving across his slick cock. He scrunches his eyes shut and tries to gather himself. Is he really getting off on thinking about his best friend's dick?
"I get so hard thinking of you Gukkie," Taehyung murmurs and yep, he's definitely getting off on this. He can barely believe that these phrases are coming from Taehyung but they are getting him even harder, beads of precome trickling through the gaps between his fingers.
"That's-" Jeongguk swallows hard. "That's really hot".
He's a little shocked at his own admittance but well, he's kind of past the point of denial now. If they're doing this, then there's no point holding back. Taehyung moans again at his words, a little louder than the last time. "What are you thinking of right now?" he continues, feeling a bit more confident and, ultimately, curious.
"I'm thinking how much better it would be if it were your hand stroking me," Taehyung answers, gaining in confidence too, and Jeongguk's head is spinning . He can't help but notice just how husky the other man's voice has gone, of how that comment made him throb almost painfully, and finally of how much he actually wants to be doing exactly what Taehyung is thinking of.
"I'd make you feel so good," Jeongguk promises, and the groan it elicits down the phone makes him think that his words definitely aren't just bravado. He's pretty sure he'd give as good as it got to have Taehyung make those sounds for him.
"Bet you'd know how to touch my cock just right."
"Fuck," Jeongguk gasps, the wet glide of his hand timing just right with the words being sighed into his ear. The nervousness has gone from their voices, replaced with a blatant need. He's trying to hold off, slow down his pace as he doesn't want this to finish too soon, but it's so difficult when Taehyung keeps moaning breathily down the phone like he is.
"Wish I could be there to feel it," Taehyung murmurs. Jeongguk nods in agreement before remembering that the other can't see him, so voices his agreement with a gasped out "me too." He can hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh down the line and it's all starting to get a bit much. He has to stop himself from imagining too vividly how Taehyung would look right now - hair sticking to his forehead, tooth biting down on his lip, back arching as he works his cock.
"What would you want me to do if I were there?" Taehyung pants out.
The answer spills out of Jeongguk's mouth before he can stop himself, his reflexes addled by the lust that is flowing through his body. "Suck my cock," he moans. "Want you to suck my cock."
"God, Guk." The words are drawn out throatily. Jeongguk feels a pang of pride knowing that he can make his friend sound so wrecked like this. He just wishes he could see the effects too. "I want that too. I'd drop to my knees, sink my mouth down onto you taking as much as I can." The image of Taehyung in front of him, lips wrapped around his cock, looking up at him through his dishevelled bangs - it's bringing him closer and closer, the slow pull of the warmth growing heavier in the pit of his stomach. That's it's Tae saying these filthy things to him, turning him on; it feels surreal and amazing.
"So good, so good," Jeongguk mumbles, not making much sense. He's not going to last much longer, panting as his hand pumps his cock faster.
"Wanna taste you so badly," whimpers Taehyung. Jeongguk seriously worries that he might pass out; every nerve in his body feels lit up, he's sweating and straining, the pressure deep inside him building relentlessly. His head's gone light, full of nothing but the sounds of the other man.
"Want that too. My cock in your mouth, my hands in your hair- fuck." The image is too much, it's all too much.
"Guk?" Taehyung's voice is quiet, cracking as though on the verge of a sob. "I'm- I'm so close."
Jeongguk doesn't answer, just makes an odd sort of keening noise. He feels the tension in his thighs, the quiver of his stomach.
There's a few quickening breaths from the other end of the phone, before a hastily whispered "Fuck, I'm gonna come," followed by possibly one of the lewdest moans he's ever heard. The sound mixed with the image of Taehyung coming, the white smearing his chest and hand, is what eventually brings Jeongguk over the edge. He comes harder than he can remember and he's unsure of whether Taehyung's name is just emblazoned in his mind or whether it fell from his lips as his orgasm shakes him.
The heavy, satisfied ache spreads through his limbs and he feels like he could sink right through the mattress. He can hear Taehyung's panting down the line. He doesn't say anything, just listens as the breaths slowly become less shaky and more controlled, his own following suit. He knows he should say something, but what on earth do you say after having an impromptu phone sex session with one of your best friends. The deep contentment that seeps through him starts to become tinged with worry. God, he really hopes that this won't make things strange between them. The thought of things being awkward and distant is just-
"Damn, I am in a mess," Taehyung laughs brightly and Jeongguk can't help but smile along with him. There's no edge to his voice and a wave of relief crashes through him.
"Hmm yeah, same," Jeongguk grins.
There's a silence but it's comfortable, both of them revelling in the glow of coming down from their shared high. A long time passes until Taehyung speaks.
"That was really fun."
Fun is something of an understatement Jeongguk thinks. "It really was."
There's a pause before Taehyung next speaks and Jeongguk wishes he could think of something better to say, but his mind is still hazy.
"So, I think I'm going to go take a shower or something."
"Oh- oh, okay," and Jeongguk wishes he didn't feel quite so sad about ending the call. "When are you back at the house?"
"Just one more week."
"Cool." There's another pause so he adds, "well, I'll let you jump in the shower. It was nice to talk." Another massive understatement he feels.
Taehyung giggles and the sound is warming. "Very formal Gukkie," he teases. "But yes, it was very nice. Can't wait to see you."
His words cause something to stir in Jeongguk. The thought of seeing him seems terrifying and wonderful all at once. "Same," he replies.
"Cool. Well, catch you later Guk."
"Yep, bye."
As he hangs up the phone he feels a strange feeling settle over him. They seem totally back to normal. He's glad - the thought of things being weird with Taehyung is nearly unbearable. But there's a part of him, the same part that didn't want to hang up, that maybe doesn't want things to go entirely back how they were. He shakes his head a little, knowing he's being ridiculous. This was a one off and he knows it makes much more sense to stay that way. His phone buzzes from where it's been dropped on the mattress. He opens the message.
Tae
So would u be up for round 2 in person?
A wide grins breaks out across Jeongguk's face. The idea of it scares him beyond belief, but he also knows that he can't deny how badly he wants it. He quickly types out a response.
Definitely.
He really needs to stop grinning so much he thinks. He lays on the bed a few more moments before resigning himself to the fact that he needs to get up and shower too. He's just swung his legs over the side of the bed when his phone buzzes again.
Tae
Good. Cos we didn't quite make it to the part where u fuck me
Jeongguk stares at the screen, his grin faltering. An intense feeling sweeps through him, a mixture of lust and need and something else. Thoughts of Taehyung beneath him, crying out as Jeongguk fucks him, flit unbidden into his mind. He licks his lips, his throat suddenly dry.
He messages back a clear look forward to it, the simple text not betraying the whirl of emotions inside him.
One week has never felt so long.