Summary:

When a simple Skype call becomes a little more heated.

Let's Go:

The call appears on Jimin's screen. It doesn't take him even a second to accept it.

A throaty laugh can be heard. "Wow, that was quick," Yoongi says mischievously. The voice echoes in Jimin's wireless headphones.

It's quite late and both of them have to keep quiet because their parents are already asleep. Yoongi is still sitting at his desk staring at his computer screen, where he sees Jimin staring at him with pink cheeks. A bright lamp next to his PC shines in his face, making it easy for Jimin to spot him perfectly.

"I mean, I was already doing some things on my laptop..."

Jimin is sitting on his bed, his laptop resting on his lap, and the light from the screen as the only light source makes it just about possible for Yoongi to see him at all.

The two start talking about anything that comes to their mind. They talk about what they did today and tell each other the newest gossip. Every now and then there was silence. Not an uncomfortable one though.

After some time, Jimin sits down differently. He is now sitting cross-legged. His laptop is on his desk chair, which is right next to the bed. He also turns on the small lamp on his desk. It can be dimmed and he sets it to the lowest level.

Both push their hair out of their faces at the same time which causes Jimin to grins while Yoongi takes a closer look at the other one. He looks at him, hoping Jimin doesn't recognize it as a stare.

The younger boy's laptop is far enough back for Yoongi to get a good look at him. Jimin sits down differently again, now sitting on his legs or heels. His legs are spread a little. Whatever the reason might be, Yoongi kinda, well, likes that position.

Nothing is going on between the two of them. They talk openly about everything, but nothing's going on. They're a bit kinky at times, talking about giving each other strip teases and then taking off their shirts, but there's still nothing going on.

Somehow Yoongi is just a little horny though. "Sooo, I wouldn't mind a strip tease," he grins.

Jimin thinks it's nothing more. He grabs the bottom edge of his t-shirt and plays with it a bit, pulling it up a bit. Grinning, he asks, "Oh? I mean I can take of my clothes just for you if you like?"

Yoongi feels bad. Shit, he's getting harder and harder with each passing second. He bites his lip, on the one hand out of guilt but on the other out of lust. "Go ahead, baby," he jokes, grinning. They always do this, so why shouldn't he play along now. It won't go much further anyway, he thinks to himself.

The shirt slides higher. One of Jimin's hands slowly pulls it a little up, the other strokes his stomach and slides to the elastic band of his tight-fitting boxers.

Yoongi leans back in his chair, his hands between his legs, and his headphone cord is the perfect length for him to do this with ease. "Go on, babe," he whispers just loud enough for Jimin to hear.

Jimin bites his lip, trying to glare at the older man, and then pulls his shirt up high enough to show his nipples. The hand that was just on the edge of his boxers now travels up to pinch one of his nipples. Shortly thereafter, he pulls his shirt completely over his head.

Yoongi looks at Jimin intently, taking a close look at his upper body.

But the younger one starts laughing, leaning forward a little ashamed, briefly covering his chest, but then resting his hands between his legs and saying: "Now you go."

Joke. This is just a joke, we're not serious about any of this, Yoongi tells himself.

The older one sits up and leans towards his computer. "What do I get if I do this?" Yoongi asks. He knows that's kind of crappy, but he likes to tease Jimin.

"Hey, that's unfair!" Jimin complains immediately, but also thinks about what he can do to make Yoongi undress as well.

Yoongi laughs briefly and then leans back again. "Pants," is all he says.

"Pants? I don't wear any, just boxers," says Jimin, briefly getting on his knees to show the other before sitting down again.

Yoongi shrugs. "Either you do it and I take my t-shirt off, or you don't and I won't take anything off at all."

Jimin pouts but nods.

So much to it's not going any further, like Yoongi thought earlier.

The younger would never fail to do anything to which he has already consented.

Seeing Jimin nod, Yoongi grins. He's not even thinking about the fact that it's never gone that far. Unfortunately, he also doesn't think much about how Jimin is doing with it, is quite selfish currently.

The younger one is somewhat uncomfortable because it's completely new to him, but he wants it. God he wants it so bad. He looks longingly at his laptop.

Yoongi stands up so the other would have a perfect view of his torso as he undresses. He wears an oversized white shirt. Using both hands, he pulls it up and over his head before letting it fall to the floor beside him. But now Jimin can also see his boxers, loose and plaid, and it's obvious that something is standing proudly in there.

Jimin sits cross-legged again. His hands are between his legs. He too is now trying to hide the fact that something is moving in his boxers.

Yoongi immediately sits down again, not realizing that the other could see a little too much.

Jimin can still see Yoongi's light, smooth chest. The area between the navel and the boxers is freshly shaved again and that turns him on somehow. The fact that it turns him on makes him despair, but he doesn't take his eyes off the screen.

"You're turn," says Yoongi and nods at him. Fuck, he wants Jimin to undress. He really wants it.

It's quiet again for a moment.

The youngster's breath is slightly ragged. "I don't think we should do that..." he mumbles, looking down at his hands. "But I want to." He slowly looks up again.

"If you want it, then do it."

"Will you do it too?"

"Would you like me to do it?"

Nod.

"Then yes."

"Do you want it, too?"

"So badly."

Jimin's hands rest on the edge of his boxers as he gets on his knees. It's not hard for Yoongi to see that Jimin isn't indifferent to the whole thing. But then he stops what he's doing. He lets go of his clothes again. Then he gets up, pushes his chair back as quietly as possible and stands in front of his bed. He just adjusts the screen of his laptop and then he stands there. His face is red. deep red. But it's barely visible since it's almost not in the picture at all. Once again he puts his hands on his boxers.

Yoongi sits back in his chair. His hands out of Jimin's sight. He's obviously enjoying the sight too much and Jimin doesn't necessarily have to see that, even though he'll definitely notice sooner or later.

Jimin slowly pulls his boxers down. His ass is released first, so he turns around one more time. Then he pulls his underwear down far enough in front as well, letting out his almost completely hard cock and sliding his boxers all the way down before stepping out of them. Jimin's hands immediately cover his penis.

The older of the two has already let one of his hands disappear into his own boxershorts. His face doesn't reveal anything about what he's doing. "Hands off."

Jimin bites the inside of his left cheek. He looks down at himself and slowly removes his hands. His boner is perfectly visible to the other.

"Turn around. Touch your ass."

The fact that Yoongi is now giving him orders makes Jimin's cock twitch with excitement. He turns around as requested and grabs his ass. He grabs it firmly, kneads it a little so Yoongi gets what he wants.

Yoongi slides his hand up and down faster. Up until now it were slow and gentle movements - now fast and firm. His entire hand is wrapped around his cock and he keeps taking deep breaths. "Bend over."

A shaky breath comes out of Jimin's mouth which is just slightly open. He leans his upper body forward, first leaning on his bed with both elbows, before letting his hand wander back again, this time to pull his ass cheeks apart.

The grip on Yoongi's cock tightens. "Touch yourself. No matter how. Just the way you like it. Let me see."

Jimin turns around again. He looks intently at the amn in front of him as he sits down on his bed. He pulls the chair closer again, adjusts the screen and grabs a pillow, which he presses against the wall before leaning against it. His legs are spread and one is stretched out on the bed while the other is propped up. He puts one hand on the thigh of the bent leg and gently strokes his skin down to his dick. "Your turn," Jimin whispers.

Yoongi bites his lower lip, continues to stare at Jimin before standing up. His hand is still in his boxers as he stands.

"Fuck," Jimin gasps, watching as Yoongi pulls out his hand and pulls down his boxers.

Instantly, Yoongi's hand finds its way back to his hard dick and moves just like before.

Jimin leans his head back, eyes closed for a few seconds before looking back at Yoongi.

Yoongi is still standing, he keeps jerking off but soon sits down again and continues to watch Jimin meanwhile.

The younger moves his hand mainly at the tip while his other hand goes to his testicles and plays with them. He keeps panting and swearing now and then. From Yoongi's side, however, he can just barely perceive heavy breathing.

The older one listens attentively to Jimin and watches him lasciviously.

"Yoongi," Jimin gasps after not too long. His eyes are closed and his head is pressed back against the wall. "I... I'm cumming soon."

No matter what the situation is, it seems Yoongi can always pull off a perverted grin. "Come for me babe. Show me how good I can make you feel even when I'm not right by your side," he grins slightly teasingly.

But goddammit, Jimin finds it hot. His shaft twitches in his hand. The hand on his testicles moves to the blanket beside him and claws at it. His back is arched and he climaxes with a groan. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

The moans repeat themselves countless times in Yoongi's head. It doesn't even take ten more seconds for him to come, too.

They both came on their bellies and now they both grab tissues from their desks at the same time to clean themselves.

Jimin is the first to get dressed. Yoongi follows in his steps.

Yoongi isn't out of breath anymore, but his thoughts are still circling around what just happened.

Jimin's breathing is still a bit uneasy and he can't keep his own thoughts away from it either.

But both act as if none of that just happened.