AN: I hope this doesn't suck.  Strap in, smuts ahead.

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Chapter Ten:  In Which Seokjin Misunderstands and Something FINALLY Happens

Seokjin pursed his lips as he listened to the kid explain that the safehouse computers didn't have the power or programs to break into the thumb drive. The agent was less than pleased that his neck was still not completely safe from these hired goons. He was surprised, however, when Yoongi made the suggestion that they all pile into a car together and head for Busan so that Jungkook could use his own computer system to hack the drive.

"You're going to break house arrest?" Namjoon asked, his eyebrows raised and eyes widened. "The boss could have you killed for that. Jin and I can go with Kookie; you can stay here so you don't get into trouble."

The silver-haired sniper shrugged as if trying to appear unconcerned. "Not killing him the moment those notices came through is as much of a mutiny as leaving here," he reasoned, though Seokjin thought he saw a flash of worry pass through Yoongi's eyes before it was covered with a blank, sleepy expression. "Besides, I'm invested in what's going on now. Be a pity to bow out before finding out what's on that thing."

Seokjin cleared his throat slightly, drawing the attention of the others. "If we are planning on taking a road trip together, might I make a suggestion?" He waited for any of them to object before pushing on. "Instead of Busan, we go to Gwangju."

"Instead of two hours away you want to drive four?" Yoongi shot back incredulously.

Seokjin raised his eyebrows.  "Gwangju is four hours from here?  I thought two at most."

"We're so remote that we will have to take some twisty back roads to get there," Hoseok supplied.  "To take the major roadways we'd have to head toward Busan first, then double back toward Gwangju."

The spy sighed.  "So four hours either way."  He shrugged.  "Can't be helped."

"What's in Gwangju?" Namjoon asked, frowning.

Seokjin shifted, settling himself more comfortably in the armchair he had claimed. "My contact. I'm overdue getting this to him and he will definitely have enough computing power for Jungkook to crack into it. And if your kid can't do it, my contact can." He ignored the indignant grumbling of the hacker as he waited for the others to decide which way they wanted to go.

"You're sure he'll have the right programs or whatever is needed?" Yoongi pressed, frowning.

"Positive." Seokjin smirked. "After all, I was supposed to take this to him before I had the opportunity to meet you fine people." He felt a flash of satisfaction at the way Yoongi glowered at the backhanded compliment. "I would just hate to drive to Busan only to find out that your kid still can't get into it, then have to turn around and drive half a day to find the guy that can."

Namjoon's hand landed on Seokjin's wrist, the younger man reaching over from the other armchair. "Stop," he murmured with a twist of his lips. Seokjin pretended he had no idea what Namjoon was referring to, looking politely puzzled. The blond was obviously not fooled, though, and kept looking at him with a stern expression.

Giving in, Seokjin waved a hand in Jungkook's direction. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry," he apologized, though it lacked much conviction. "I'm sure you're very good at your job. This particular drive is just very high clearance and will take a lot to get into. I want to make sure you have everything you need to get it done, even if the thing you need is someone with more experience-"

"Jin." Namjoon squeezed his wrist and Seokjin shut himself up.

"I'm up for going West," Hoseok said quickly. "We should gather together some supplies and make a plan, though."

"I suggest we hunker down here for one more night," Seokjin picked up the conversation again. "Then we'll take the car that will fit the five of us the most comfortably. As much as I would enjoy four hours with Joonie on my lap, it might be a little awkward for the rest of you." He was promptly punched in the arm by Namjoon.

"This is why they all have the wrong fucking idea," the blond complained, throwing himself back into his chair with his arms crossed.

"Can you blame me?" Jin shot back, a smile plastered across his face at the flustered way Namjoon houched around in his chair. "I know the kid can't. He's probably picturing it right now." He shot a smug look at Jungkook and watched as the youngest tried, and failed, to look unaffected by the mental images Seokjin was purposefully invoking. The hacker was an obvious mix of angry and uncomfortable.

Yoongi cleared his throat sharply, putting an end to the situation before it could escalate further. Seokjin had to give him props for cutting in when he did; the spy had been very tempted to continue needling the youth until the boy lost his composure completely. The silver-haired man was having none of that and, when their eyes met across the space, Seokjin saw the shrewd understanding, and a warning, in the other's gaze. Seokjin looked down at his fingernails, picking some grit out from under them as he pretended that he didn't know what he'd been doing to the kid.

"Anyway." Yoongi fixed his eyes on Jungkook. "What did you drive over here? All we have are sedans."

The odd, bunny-smile came out. "I brought Betty. We'll fit in there just fine."

"Betty?" Seokjin glanced at Namjoon for clarification but the blond just shrugged.

"It's a van," Hoseok supplied.

"Perfect! You good to drive that long?" Seokjin eyed the hacker critically, noting the angry way the kid pinched his brows together.

"I can do it," the youngest grumbled.

Yoongi stood and smoothed out his shirt. "Let's gather together everything we might need in here. We can load up in the morning and be off right after breakfast. Hoseok, get the medical kit. Namjoon is along, so extra bandages. When you're done, you can work on getting some food and drinks together. I'm going to grab some stuff from the garage." He glanced at Namjoon. "Weapon caches are still in the same place. You and your boy-toy can get that. Jungkook, go reorganize your van; I know it's a disaster zone and I'm not going to sit on old crisp bags the whole way to Gwangju. We should all bring a change or two of clothing. Namjoon, grab some extra of the stuff you've been wearing; it should fit Jungkook."

With orders handed out, they split up to do as asked. Jin followed Namjoon up to their room, closing the door behind them and locking it out of habit. He watched Namjoon dump a hamper of clean clothing onto the bed and then dig through it for a minute before the eldest went to the closet to grab some of the hoodies and jeans they'd been borrowing since their arrival.

"You should stop harassing Jungkook." Namjoon's voice floated over to him. Glancing over his shoulder, Seokjin watched the taller fold some shirts and stack them on the bed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied carelessly, carrying an armful of clothing to the bed. He started organizing it into three piles, one for himself, one for Namjoon, and one for the kid based on his estimate of Jungkook's measurements.

Namjoon snagged a hoodie out of Seokjin's hands, drawing his attention. "That's bullshit. It's obvious you're doing it on purpose. What's your deal?"

He studied the blond's face for a long moment, sucking on the inside of his cheek. The stubborn expression on Namjoon's face said he wasn't going to back down until he got an answer. Seokjin reached forward to take the hoodie back, lips thin. "I don't care for how he drools over you."

Namjoon snorted, holding the hoodie out of reach. "I don't see that as your business."

"Do you want him to drool over you, then?" Seokjin countered. Something dark circled around in his stomach at the thought and his voice had come out harsher than he had intended. "Maybe you'd rather he stays in here with you, then, and I'll go sleep in the garage." He wasn't sure where the extreme response came from but it burst out before he had a chance to tack it down.

Namjoon stared at him incredulously before chucking the hoodie onto the bed. "Now you're being ridiculous. There's other bedrooms in this house, you know."

His words were like a sword to the spleen and Seokjin gaped at him. His mind couldn't process what was happening so he let his mouth throw words out unfiltered. "So, you would rather... fine. Okay, then. A week and then done. Okay. Fine. But I'm taking my pillow. Younger, huh? Fine. Didn't think two years was too much but whatever. Have fun with your... him... with-" He was abruptly cut off as Namjoon's hands gripped his biceps firmly and shook. He blinked the short distance up at the baffled blond.

"What the fuck was that?" Namjoon demanded, shaking him once more before letting him go. "What the hell are you freaking out over?"

Seokjin really wasn't sure but hearing that Namjoon would rather have Jungkook as a bedpartner had flipped the crazy-switch in the spy. He flushed in embarrassment as he realized how nuts he must have sounded. Taking a deep breath, he tried to put together a coherent explanation.

"I..." Seokjin swallowed and tried again. "We... Us. And..." He waved around them. Why was this so hard? He had spent the last week in a constant state of flirting with the blond, to the point where not being flirty would have seemed off. Even though there had been no need to do so, they'd stayed in the same room together the entire time Namjoon had been recovering. The blond never mentioned that they should sleep separate and Seokjin certainly didn't want to, even though the arrangement was frustratingly platonic. "You could have told me to sleep in the other room when we got here if you didn't want me around," he finally forced out, though it lacked the anger of moments before. To his ears, it sounded weak.

Namjoon was quiet for a few minutes and Seokjin chanced a look at his face. The older was confused by the bewildered expression plastered there. "What in the world are you talking about?"

"You want me to sleep in another room," Seokjin supplied. "So... that kid can stay with you."

He had braced himself for Namjoon to agree, knowing it would hurt.

"I didn't say that," Namjoon murmured gently. "When did I say that?"

"You just said there were other rooms in the house so I wouldn't have to sleep in the garage!" Seokjin exploded, frustrated by the uncertainty swirling around them.

"No, I didn't." Namjoon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I meant there were other bedrooms for Jungkook to sleep in. You're the one kicking yourself out of our room."

There was a long pause as they looked across the short space at each other. Seokjin tried to make sense of the situation, shuffling the conversation into some sort of order. He realized he had completely misunderstood what Namjoon had meant, but he needed to hear it again. "So, I'm not leaving the room?"

"Did you want to?"

Seokjin shook his head. "Of course not."

"Then don't." Namjoon turned back to the clothing on the bed, picking up a pair of boxers and studying them. "Mine or yours?" He held them out to Seokjin.

Seokjin took the underwear and folded them, tossing them onto one of the piles without actually checking them. He stared down at the bed, mulling over the conversation some more before coming to the decision that he was not done talking about this. Turning, he snagged Namjoon by the arm to spin him back around.

He completely forgot that he had to handle the blond with kid gloves and that sudden, aggressive motions were a very bad idea.

He wasn't entirely certain how Namjoon pulled it off but before he could blink, Seokjin found himself slammed down onto the bed with a hand wrapped around his throat, the hand he had used to grab Namjoon pinned above his head. Looking as stunned as he felt, Namjoon sat straddled across his lap.

"Not how I pictured this happening," Seokjin croaked out, reverting to his usual jokes to cover how his pulse had just burst through the roof. He wondered if Namjoon could feel it in his throat. "I was just going to ask you if you were sure you wanted to still share the room." Slowly, the taller man's fingers uncurled, releasing both Seokjin's neck and wrist. The blond did not move from his perch, though, and stayed hovering over the spy, hands planted firmly on the mattress to either side of Seokjin's head.

"Why wouldn't I?"

Seokjin licked his lips. "There really isn't a reason for it," he murmured. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands now that he wasn't being pinned down and settled for placing them lightly on Namjoon's waist. He was glad that the other didn't flinch or try to brush him off. "It isn't like we're doing anything besides sleeping."

The blush that spread across the sniper's face was not lost on Seokjin. He felt a stab of disappointment when the younger man slipped off him and took a couple steps back from the bed. Namjoon fiddled with his fingers before rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. "I..." he started, looking off to the side as Seokjin sat up. "I like the snuggling," he finally admitted.

"I'm sure that kid would be happy to snuggle you," Jin replied dryly. His words brought a flash of annoyance to Namjoon's face.

"I'm not interested in Jungkook," the blond said shortly.

Seokjin's brows furrowed in slightly and he stood from the bed. He had already misinterpreted Namjoon's words once that day and wasn't going to jump to any conclusions. He was getting really tired of dancing around the subject with jokes, and whether or not it was intentional, Namjoon's word choice gave Jin the opening he needed. "You don't want to snuggle with him because you're not interested in him," he murmured,  stepping forward and taking Namjoon's chin between his fingers in order to turn the younger's face toward him. "You like my snuggles, though. Does that mean you're interested in me?"

"We're friends," Namjoon replied, though there was an uncertainty in his tone. "Friends can snuggle-"

"Isn't Jungkook your friend?" Seokjin let go of his chin, slipping the hand around the back of Namjoon's neck. "And Hoseok and Yoongi, as well. You're not sleeping in their beds, Joonie. You're sleeping in mine."

"Technically, I think this is my bed," Namjoon whispered. "And you're reading too much into this. I thought I've made it very clear where I stand."

Seokjin raised an eyebrow. "The last time we discussed it, I distinctly remember you saying that if anything were to happen, it would be your dick in me and not the other way around. To me, that makes it quite clear that you'd be open to the possibility of more than snuggles." He watched the surprise widen Namjoon's eyes as the conversation they'd had in the car came back to him. The younger's panic attack had prevented them from going any further down that rabbit hole and Seokjin had done his best to keep respectfully quiet on the issue. He was done tiptoeing around it, though. He wrapped his other arm around Namjoon's waist, pulling him forward as gently as he could to prevent triggering that knee-jerk reaction he had. He was relieved when Namjoon didn't fight the motion and instead placed his hands on Seokjin's hips.

"I was a jerk before," Seokjin continued, holding Namjoon's dark gaze with his own, their faces so close that he felt the brush of the other's nose against his own. "Making light of something that is obviously important to you. I'm sorry for that. I've had a lot of free time to think since then and, while it might not be what I'm used to... well, why not? I'm also not used to taking things slow but I think I've done pretty good at that, lately. And, for you, I'd be okay with it."

Namjoon swallowed. "What?"

Seokjin sighed, his hot breath washing over both their faces from being so close together. He was going to have to be blunt, it appeared. "I," he said slowly, taking a chance and letting his lips brush ever so lightly against Namjoon's cheek. "Really." Another feather-light touch placed where Namjoon's dimple would appear. "Like." His heart was so far up his throat that he could taste it beating as he let his lips touch the corner of Namjoon's mouth. "Y-" He was cut off as Namjoon's lips collided with his own, swallowing the final word.

The blond's lips were as soft as Seokjin suspected they would be. He was a little surprised, however, at how tentative Namjoon became once the kiss started. Seokjin was struck with the realization that the younger really might not have been that experienced. He would need to be careful how he proceeded if he didn't want to scare him away now that they'd crossed this particular bridge. Pulling back slightly, Jin tilted his head and melded their lips together once more but kept it slow. He let his tongue flick against Namjoon's bottom lip but didn't force his way in or pressure the other to do more than gently move their lips together. It caught him by surprise when Namjoon was the one to take it further, trapping Seokjin's bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back slightly before running his tongue over the nip to sooth it. The action coaxed a moan from the older man and Namjoon took advantage of Jin's parted lips, delving his tongue into the depths beyond.

Seokjin instantly reevaluated Namjoon's experience level again as the taller man took control of the kiss, exploring Jin's mouth in a way that left no doubt that he'd done this before. Arms tightened around him as Namjoon pulled him as close as possible, his own hands tangling in the sandy blond hair of the younger. Seokjin could feel his control slip as Namjoon sucked his tongue into his mouth, groaning against the older's lips.

He didn't even realize Namjoon had been moving him backwards until his legs knocked against the soft side of the bed, unbalancing him. Falling down onto the piles of folded clothing, Seokjin pulled Namjoon down on top of him, reconnecting their lips. He shifted slightly at the unfamiliar sensation of someone nestled between his legs, weight on his body. It wasn't uncomfortable, though, just different than what he was used to. Seokjin had never let another man dominate him before and he felt a strange thrum of excitement at the thought of Namjoon doing just that.

With an eagerness he didn't realize he would have, Seokjin pushed Namjoon away just long enough to pull his own shirt over his head, tossing it aside before sliding his hands under the younger's top to remove it. He wanted to get to the pants, too, but Namjoon had pushed him back onto the mattress, mouth kissing a warm, wet trail down his jaw to his neck. Hands roamed over skin and Jin gasped when Namjoon's fingers found his nipples, tweaking them. The brief pain was replaced with a warm wetness and the scrape of teeth before the blond slid further down, leaving heavy kisses in his wake.

Seokjin closed his eyes as Namjoon's tongue dipped into his bellybutton but shot open again when he felt the button of his jeans pop open. Glancing down, he met Namjoon's eyes and swallowed heavily; Namjoon had used his mouth to undo his pants, his teeth already gripping the zipper. Slowly, maintaining the eye contact, the blond slid the zip down, his fingers digging into the waistband of Seokjin's pants as he let his body slip off the edge of the bed until he was kneeling between the older's knees.

Speaking for the first time since they'd started, Namjoon rasped out a quick, "Hips up," tugging at the other man's pants. Seokjin obliged, lifting himself off the bed slightly so Namjoon could pull his jeans, and boxers, off. His already hard member slapped his stomach as it was freed from the prison of his clothing. He felt a twinge of pride as he watched Namjoon gaze down at his erection. The younger licked his lips appreciatively.

"Like what you see?" Seokjin asked, propping himself up on his elbows. He ran his thumb over Namjoon's bottom lip before reaching down and giving himself a few lazy strokes, enjoying the way Namjoon's eyes dilated as the older touched himself. "You can do more than look."

That was all the prompting Namjoon needed. Brushing off Seokjin's hand, the younger took over pumping his length slowly. The brunet had to bite back a loud moan as Namjoon captured his eyes and licked a long strip up the entire length of his cock. He'd never had someone maintain eye contact while going down on him and he found he couldn't look away as Namjoon enclosed his mouth around his tip. If he hadn't jacked off in the shower that morning, he knew he would have cum right then. It was blatantly obvious, as the blond finally tore his gaze away in order bob down as far as possible on Jin's length, this was not Namjoon's first rodeo. He knew exactly what he was doing as he pulled up in long, hard motions, chasing his lips with a twist of his hand.

Seokjin tangled his hands in Namjoon's hair, letting his head fall back and eyes close as he reveled in the sensations the other was creating. He couldn't stop himself as he slowly thrust his hips up, shoving Namjoon's head down on his member, lazily fucking into his mouth. When he heard Namjoon gag and felt the other's throat spasm on his length, Jin tried to back off a little. To his surprise, Namjoon kept going, gagging himself on Seokjin's cock when the other wasn't forcing it. It was almost too much when he looked down again to see the younger man choking himself on his dick.

"Fuck," Seokjin whispered. He moved before he really thought about what he was doing, pushing Namjoon off of him and sitting up on his knees. With Namjoon still kneeling on the floor next to the bed, his face was level with Seokjin's crotch. Jin grabbed the blond by the hair, pushing his tip against his lips. "You like gagging on it, huh?"

About to thrust himself back into Namjoon's mouth, Jin paused. He thought he saw a flicker of something in Namjoon's face that looked too much like fear and he was hit with a full-force reminder that he needed to be careful with this man. He needed to back off and let the other take control.

"Just tell me what you want," Seokjin said more softly this time, loosening his grip on Namjoon's hair without fully letting go. "If you want me to stop, I'll stop."

A breath later and Namjoon shook his head. "No." The younger man licked at Seokjin's tip again, bringing another low moan out of him. "I don't want to stop." He sucked Seokjin's length back in, stopping only when he started to gag. Pulling off, he looked up at the older, a string of saliva still connecting him to Jin's member. "Fuck, we should have done this sooner." He took the brunet in again before Seokjin had the chance to reply, gripping the older's hips and forcing him to thrust into his mouth. Taking the hint, Jin rocked forward, matching the pace Namjoon set.

Though he did his best to maintain control, he could feel himself slipping again. His trusts became sloppy, each moan from the man causing delicious vibrations on his cock. "Fuck," he breathed as the last thread of his willpower snapped. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna-" He tried to hold back, not wanting the pleasure to end yet, but Namjoon surprised him yet again by pressing firmly on a spot between his balls and ass, massaging upward and back. Starbursts exploded behind Jin's eyes as he released inside the younger man's mouth, a noise ripping from his throat he didn't know he was capable of making.

He shuddered, sitting back on his heels as Namjoon pulled off his cock. A dribble of cum dripped from the corner of his mouth and Jin watched enraptured as the other swallowed and licked his lips.

"What..." Jin panted, running his fingers through the other's hair. "What the fuck..." He swallowed, his mouth feeling as dry as the Sahara. "That thing you did. With the finger."

Namjoon reached up, pulling Jin's face down toward him and kissing him briefly. "Perineum," he said. "Your prostate sits right above it." Another light kiss. "Have you never had anyone hit it before?"

"I've never let anyone near my ass," Seokjin admitted, still trying to regain his composure. Namjoon pushed him onto his back and crawled up to lay beside him, propped up on his side. Their lips found each other in a gentle, lazy kiss. "If that's what having your prostate pegged feels like, I think I made the right choice," he murmured against his lips before pulling back and letting himself study the other man's face. "Speaking of..." He ran a hand down to cup the large bulge in the front of Namjoon's jeans. "If you go find lube, I'll get this bed cleared off so we don't have to do more laundry, then I'll let you do whatever the fuck you want to me."

Namjoon hesitated, his eyes flicking around Seokjin's face as if searching for something. "Are you sure?"

"After what you did, I'd let you take me raw," Seokjin admitted, his snarkiness returning. "But I'd much rather we use lube."

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AN: *coughs*  Eh-heh...