The Jimin Effect ✔

Part Two/Chapter Eight

Jimin:

Jimin felt like he could hardly wait for lights out.  He had eaten salad for dinner, once again flirting with Jungkook from across the canteen.   He felt deeply hungry, having eaten only fruit and veggies all day. 

But my ass will taste good for Jungkookie, and maybe he will take me bareback, thought Jimin with a shiver, suddenly obsessed with the thought of Jungkook's dick running down the crack of his ass and pushing in, skin on his skin.  He rubbed his dick under the cover and counted the minutes until lights out.

Finally Namjoon called it and flipped the lights, and Jimin laid there, waiting for everyone else to fall asleep. 

"Jimin-ah." 

Jimin turned over and locked eyes with Taehyung in the dim light. 

"Are you going to leave again?" Taehyung whispered. 

Jimin nodded. 

Taehyung whined.  "Where are you going?"

"I can't tell you," Jimin whispered. 

Taehyung's face was concerned, but he fell asleep a few minutes later, all the same. 

Jimin opened his phone.

JM: Are you awake? 

JK: Yes.

JM: Are you excited for me to come over?

JK: Of course. But I'm worried you could get caught. 

JM: Don't worry about me, Jungkook-ah, just think about what you will do to me when I get in your bed

JM: And leave your door unlocked

JK: Okay

Jimin closed his phone, heart pounding.

When he scrambled out of bed a short time later, Montero's eyes still watched from across the cabin... 

Jimin tiptoed to the window and eased it open, not wanting to risk sneaking by the counselors again.  He snaked out, sitting with his bottom on the windowsill, swung legs out and dropped down.

Fuck, the drop was farther than he realized and he hit the ground with a grunt.

But it didn't matter.  Nothing mattered, except padding barefoot, silently, through the woods, until he was letting himself into Jungkook's cabin at the end of the row. 

Jungkook:

Jungkook closed his phone. 

He laid there and breathed deep, thinking Jimin would come, eventually, but not knowing when.  He let his brain do as Jimin directed, imagined running hands over his hips...

Jungkook fell asleep as his fantasies turned into dreams. 

***

Jungkook's eyes fluttered open as Jimin, wearing nothing but boxers, slipped under the covers, running small hands over the muscular chest of the lifeguard and clamping hot, gasping mouth onto his.  Jimin's skin was chilled from running through the night air, and it burned cold against Jungkook's warm skin.

"Fuck, Jimin," groaned Jungkook.  The little twink already pulled at his dick, teased Jungkook's boxers off, and disappeared beneath the cover.

Jungkook groaned as Jimin took his flaccid penis in his mouth, tongue moving over it as it rolled in his mouth.  It hardened quickly, and Jungkook groaned as Jimin bobbed on his dick.