The Jeep pulls into Jimin's driveway just after dinner time, already dark outside. Link scrambles out of the car gracefully, followed by Jimin and Jungkook, hauling in the cooler and the dog toys with them.
They make their way inside, sand trailing behind them, and Jimin lets Link out through the window, Link sniffing around several trees and rocks before finally disappearing under the porch where he likes to dig.
It's been a long day in the sun, a long day trying to control the swirling thoughts in his own head. Jimin's tired but he's also antsy. He spent the entire at ride home thinking of nothing but how it would feel to suck off Jungkook, slowly, dragging it out until Jungkook is whining and sweating into the sheets, begging sir something, anything. And now that he's in his house, his bedroom in view, he's nearly vibrating out of his skin with the idea of Jungkook finally fucking into him, taking control, driving him insane.
Jimin can't even think about eating, when all he wants is for Jungkook to devour him, but he offers through gritted teeth anyway. " Want me to order something? Or attempt to cook? I think I have pasta. Or possibly burgers of I dig through the freezer."
Jungkook shakes his head. " Nah, I'm good. But, drinks could be nice? If you have anything."
Drinks, yes, drinks are good. He can do drinks.
He needs drinks. Plural.
Jimin finds wine in the back of the cabinet and pulls out two glasses to go along with it. He fills the glasses half way and hands one off to Jungkook, who takes it happily.
He leads the way outside to the back porch. He can hear Link snoring from Behind the bush next to the shed and he scoffs. " I have acquired the laziest dog in the world."
Jungkook nods. "That you have."
They take a seat next to each other on the top step. It's dark outside; the street lights are starting to come to life and a couple of bright stars are already painting the blackened sky. Jimin takes a long sip from his glass, loving the bitter taste it leaves on his tongue.
Neither of them speak for a while. Instead, they listen to the neighbours next door, to the bats fluttering overhead above the trees, to each other's breathing.
Jungkook drags his finger along the back of Jimin's arm, tickling. " I talked to Suri yesterday."
" Oh, yeah? How's she liking her new place?"
He shrugs. " She said she liked it but she also said she was nervous. New job and all that, you know?"
He hums. " I do know. It's hard to start over."
They grow quiet again, Jungkook's finger still tracing down the length of Jimin's bicep. " She said she misses you."
Jimin smiles at that. " I think I like her more than my actual sisters."
Jungkook smiles too. " She was the first person I told you when I realised this was a thing," he says, gesturing back and forth to Jimin and himself.
" What'd you tell her?"
" That I tricked you into finally liking me back."
Jimin laughs. " And when exactly did you tell her this?"
Jungkook puts his empty wine glass down behind them. " Um, the night after the bar."
" The night we played pool? Nothing had even happened at that point."
" Yeah," Jungkook admits, dimple popping out. " But I knew. And I had to tell someone. She's always been rooting for us, I think. Even though I'd never said anything about it before."
Jimin finishes his glass of wine, at a loss of what to say, and sets it down beside Jungkook's. Jungkook drops his head to Jimin's shoulder - an uncomfortable position for him, for sure, and Jimin hums in approval. He slides his hand up and down Jungkook's thigh, feeling the muscles tense up underneath his touch.
When his hand reaches the inner part of Jungkook's thigh, he leaves it there. Jungkook's skin underneath his touch grows hot, even through his jeans, and Jimin is suddenly grateful for Jungkook's suggestion of wine. It's taken the edge off, giving him any confidence he needs.
He leaves his hand on Jungkook's leg when he turns into him, giving Jungkook only a minute to sit up and catch up before he's leaning in to kiss him. Jungkook immediately gives way, putting his own hand on Jimin's chest, sliding it up onto his neck and then into his hair, kissing back in a way that Jimin knew he would.
It's languid; as much as Jimin loves falling apart like putty in Jungkook's hands from an unbearably intense kiss, he likes this just as much. He can feel Jungkook's every intake of breath, every swipe of his tongue, every time he moves his finger along Jimin's skin, inch by inch.
Jungkook has to break the kiss after a few more lazy minutes, his smile too bright to keep going.
Jimin reaches up and wraps a piece of hair round his finger, tugging gently.
" What are you smiling about?"
His smile deepens. " I dunno. You."
" Christ, you're corny."
" Not trying to be corny," he bends down to kiss along Jimin's jaw. " I'm being honest."
Jimin doesn't know how to respond to that - can't, anyway - so he kisses him again. This time, it's not as relaxed. He pushes himself up against Jungkook, and Jungkook responds immediately, wrapping an arm around his back, holding him flush against him.
But that won't do. He wants to feel more of him. All of him.
He stands up slowly, lips still against Jungkook's, and Jungkook gets the message. He rises too, chasing Jimin's mouth. Jimin backs up so he's pressed up against the side of the house next to the back door, and he grabs Jungkook by the waist , digging his fingertips into the meat of his hips. Jungkook responds by sliding his own hands up and framing Jimin's jaw, making Jimin feel so fucking safe and wanted. He can't help but grind his own hips against Jungkook's and the groan he lets out at the feeling is completely unintentional.
Jungkook snaps his hips back even harder, clearly spurred on by Jimin's reaction, and it only can be described as frantic from there. Jungkook's hands are everywhere, Jimin's eyes can't stay open, and both are completely out of breath by the time Jimin forces himself to pull back.
" Kook. Inside, c'mon."