Summary:

Hoseok and Yoongi were planning on meeting up. The younger was looking forward to it so bad since the two of them aren't able to see each other as often as they'd like to. So what if Yoongi isn't showing up at all and Hoseok has to come over and get him out of his house only to find him watching porn?

Let's go:

Yoongi and I wanted to meet up this afternoon but it seems like he isn't going to come. I've been waiting for more than half an hour already and I'm fucking tired of standing around here and waiting for someone who probably either forgot about me or just didn't even think of getting up.

I'm just angry right now. Yoongi never — literally never — comes on time!

As I start my way, I get my earphones out and plug them in to listen to some hopefully calming music. Do you know those guys who listen to music with a ghetto blaster on full volume? I hate them. I'd find that fucking embarrassing if I was them.

It doesn't take me long to reach his house. After approaching the front door, I make myself known as I ring the bell. A few seconds go by and nothing happens. I ring the bell for a second time and start knocking on the door. "Yoongi? You there!? Open up."

But nothing happens. I take a few steps back, trying to get a glimpse of the windows on the second floor. All the windows are closed but it seems like there is the TV running in Yoongi's bedroom.

I walk to the door again, ringing the bell and banging my fist against the door. Nothing, fucking nothing. Knocking on the door, I soon try to open it. And what the fuck, it's unlocked. I can't believe it, but yet again, Yoongi is so careless about a lot of things, this shouldn't surprise me. All that matters right now is getting Yoongi out of bed. I don't want this to be canceled since Yoongi and I have been planning this for several weeks now. We can't see each other as often as we used to so I want to fucking see him right now.

And I swear to God, if we ever decide to meet again I won't tell him a fucking time or anything. I'd just come here, break the door open – if that is even necessary –, get a big bowl of cold water and wake him in the most lovely way possible.

After taking off my shoes, I storm to the staircase. The further I rage up the stairs, the more I hear the sounds coming from Yoongi's room. I don't even care what he's watching, I just barge in, slamming the door against the wall in the process.

Oh my-

He's not watching a movie.

Well, in some way it is a movie, but nothing I should (nor want to) see him watching.

Holy shit, this is embarrassing.

Yoongi and I are just staring at each other while the porn is playing on his TV.

The older is sitting on the ground. His back is resting against his bed frame while one of his hands is still slightly moving inside his boxer shorts, the other is on the ground, steadying him. His jeans are open, slightly pulled down.

And I gotta be honest, he looks hot like this.

His eyes are wet as if tears are threatening to fall because of the embarrassment right now. And his lips are glossy as if he had been biting and licking them the whole time. His face turns a deep shade of red as he slowly pulls his legs closer to his chest, though he doesn't stop jerking off slowly.

I can't believe he keeps palming his cock while I'm right here, seeing all of that.

I open my mouth to say something, and I'm not sure of what I'm about to say. It seems as if my body is acting on its own and I have no control of what I'm doing anymore. "Need any help?"

There's no way I just said that. Nope! This ain't true, man. Come on, tell me this is a dream or something!

Jesus, I wanna storm out right fucking now but my body doesn't move an inch. My eyes won't advert from him, examining his whole body. And shit, I want to touch him so bad right now.

I'm openly gay, and Yoongi knows that. Seeing him like that is obviously turning me on. He's an attractive young man.

Opening my mouth, I finally have the feeling of regaining some control again. But the elder's next action cuts me off immediately.

Yoongi just nods softly before retracting his left hand from his boxers and going to pull them, and his pants, further down.

My eyes widen as I look at him. Slowly he pushed his garments down, soon exposing his hard member. And oh my God, he's huge. His left hand grabs his dick again, moving up and down in a slow motion.

I step closer to the elder and sit down next to him, to his right. My left leg is laying between us while the other is stretched out next to Yoongi's legs.

One of my hands immediately goes for his dick, taking his hand into mine until he pulls his away so that I'm jerking him off only.

I really hate the way I'm thinking about him right now. Yoongi is a friend of mine, nothing more. Just a simple friend. But if I'm being perfectly honest, his cock feels good in my hand. I can feel the veins going up and down his length.

I soon stop moving my hand, holding his penis at the very top as my thumb slides over his slit a few times. The older male comments that with a low groan.

And oh my fucking God, I wanna hear that again.

Both, Yoongi and I, aren't bothered by the porn which is still running. We just focus on each other.

As I look at his face, I notice that he's leaned his head back onto the mattress of his bed. His eyes are shut tightly while his mouth is slightly agape. A few curses leave his mouth before he looks up at me.

His eye shift from my face to his length, and to my crotch. Then they go back up to my face and once more to my crotch.

As he suddenly reaches out, I'm taken aback and stop all my movements. He looks right into my eyes as his hand lands on my crotch. Through my jeans and boxers, he grabs my length, moving his hand up and down. His eyes are never leaving mine. His piercing gaze causes shivers to run down my spine and I slowly palm his cock again.

"Get your pants off," Yoongi mutters, trying to reach for my belt and open it.

I can't help but snicker. Yoongi is always so tough, sometimes rude, and mean, yet here he is, looking at me like a lost little puppy because he can't seem to open my belt and pants.

Without a single word, I let go of Yoongi to take my pants off before getting back to where I was just a few seconds prior.

The elder instantly goes for my boxer shorts, pulling them down just enough to grab my penis.

My breath hitches and I close my eyes for a second or two. As I look at the older male, I see him looking at me still.

Yoongi's watching my reaction to his touches so intensely. He's looking at my face and the movements I do, examining me from head to toe. Fuck...

I can feel his thumb sliding over my dick's slit. A groan almost escapes my lips while my eyes are closing a little, making me have a had time keeping them open.

Hold back, Hoseok, he might not want more, I keep telling myself. Though I keep going, seeing the reaction on his face to my movements.

"Hoseok, please... don't stop," Yoongi says in the softest voice ever.

This drives me mad I can't even comprehend my thoughts into a single sentence to respond. I just look at him and keep going.

It's so fucking hard to hold back... I can't help it anymore and just go to straddle his thighs.

Yoongi looks up at me, with a face I can't explain. The more he looks at me the more I begin to understand what he wants. No domination, no pet names. It's clear he just wants to feel pleasure.

I steady myself as I hold onto the mattress behind Yoongi. My knees are on either side of his hips as my dick is just dangling between our bodies, softly gracing his penis that's laying on his stomach.

Looking down at our members, I lower my hips.

Yoongi's eyes shift down as well. One of his hands then reaches for our lengths, grabbing them both and holding them gently. The older takes a few deep breaths before he starts sliding his thumb up and down, only touching himself gently.

A strained pant leaves my lips as I start moving my hips.

Yoongi's still holding our cocks as mine moves up and down, rubbing against the older's penis.

Whimpering quietly, Yoongi rolls his head back. His eyes are closed tightly and his lips are pressed shut. Only allowing me to listen to his hums.

I keep moving my hips back and forth as I lean my head onto Yoongi shoulder. "Close," I mutter.

The older then raises his head, trying to look at me. "Same," he mumbles under his breath before I feel his hot breath hit my neck.

As the grip of Yoongi's hand tightens, I can't help but groan, jerking my hips against his palm and pressing my lips against his shoulder. After a little amount of time, I trail wet kisses up and down his shoulder.

"Lips," he pants out, not caring how desperate he sounds, and I understand immediately, moving up to his mouth and kissing him. Soon we also use our tongues – not fighting for dominance or anything, just enjoying the touch and pleasure we are given by each other.

When we pull apart for air, I move back down to his neck and start sucking rather harshly. Yoongi moans out loud and tries to speak up.

"Cumming, Hoseok!"

I pull away from his skin to mumbles against his flesh, "Don't hold back, Hyung." And with that he cums all over himself and his clothing immediately, throwing his head back and moaning so pretty. As he releases himself, his hand around our members tightens a little, also making me suppress a low groan.

Even after he's done, I keep thrusting my hips, going faster and faster while chasing my own high.

It doesn't take me long to cum as well. As I reach my climax I hide my head in the crook of the older's neck, trying not to moan too loud while coming onto his shirt.

We let go of one another, trying to catch our breaths. I sit down next to him, resting my back against the bed frame like he does while stretching out my legs and laying my head back onto the mattress.

I turn my head to Yoongi after a short while but soon look over at the TV.

The older then stands up. He wipes his cock with his already dirty shirt, before pulling his boxer shorts and pants back up.

I reach for the little box of tissues laying on the ground. After pulling one out, I gently clean myself a little, putting my clothes back on as well.

"That was nice," I say, grinning slightly as I lean back against the bed.

Yoongi just nods slyly, not even looking at me as he turns off the TV and gets back onto the ground to sit beside me.

As we're both seated on the ground, it goes silent between us until I break the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"I like your choice of porn."