Jimin raised his head and smiled at me slightly as he croaked, "I love you."  We locked eyes.  He looked as if he was searching for something; a pirate trying to find a chest of gold buried behind my pupils.

"I know," I replied with a weak smile.   That beautiful smile of his faltered, but he soon covered it up with a sad smile.  I saw that, Jimin.  You can't hide your sorrow from me.  Thumb lightly tracing my bottom lip, Jimin's gaze worked its way down to my mouth.  Then, his thumb ran along my sharp jawline, and I couldn't help but bite my lip.  Why is he trying to turn me on?  Both of his hands rested upon my shoulders as he leaned in.  Suddenly, the boy threw my torso back onto the bed; he straddling my waist.

"Hoseok," he spoke quietly, eyes watering up again.  "Why... Why can't you love me?"  Oh no, don't do this.  "Why am I not good enough?  I-Is there something wr-wrong with m-me?" tears coursed down his cheeks; my shirt soaking up every salty tear that fell from his face.  Jimin, why?

I sighed, "Jimin."  My hands reached up to wipe his cheeks, but he immediately swatted them away.  Aish!  Why must my best friend act this way towards me?  That kid just thinks too much for his own good...

Fists pounding my chest, he wailed, "D-d-don't touch me!  Never fucking touch me again!"  He coughed and spluttered, spit-like snot dripping and thick saliva flying.  "Ever," he repeated his voice cracking.  My chest was really beginning to hurt as he hit me repeatedly, but I endured it.  I endured it just as he endures his unreturned love.

Weaker and weaker his punches became.  Harder and harder he cried, until he collapsed on top of me, sobbing hysterically.  His forehead rested on my sternum as he clenched my shirt in his hands above his head.

I slowly rested my hands on top of is.  When he tried to pull away from me, I only tightened my grip; his screams telling me to get my hands off of him.  Salty water stung my eyes like chlorine as pieces of my heart were chipped away; my heart a stone, his words a chisel.  I quickly forced him into a hug, holding my breath as he thrashed around in my arms.  His fists, once again, made harsh contact with my body.  Between each punch, he yelled the words 'I hate you.'  I broke, also, and allowed myself to cry; but only a little.

I grabbed his shoulders and moved him off of me slightly, holding him in place so that I could see his face.  Red, glossy eyes stared into mine.  His puffy face was blotched with dark shades of pink; his nose red and runny.  A small opening between his lips was his only airway since his sinuses were swollen from all the crying.  Guilt struck me as I saw the pain in his eyes.

Before he had the chance to blink away the newly formed pool of water that rested inside his bottom eyelid, I smashed my lips against his.  Surprisingly, the boy didn't try to escape or beat me.  Instead, he completely relaxed into the kiss.  I gently cupped his face in my hands, pulling him in so that I could kiss him harder.  We were making out in a way that made a small opening every time our mouths opened.  This allowed him to breathe more easily.

Jimin wrapped his short arms around my neck as he rolled off of my lap.  Pulling me on top of him, he landed with his back on the mattress.  I propped myself up slightly on my left forearm while my right hand gently stroked his hair.  While holding onto my neck as if his life depended on it, my friend's trembling hand slowly rubbed down my back.  Once he reached my butt, he gave it a quick, firm squeeze.

He returned his hand to my neck as his legs wrapped around my waist.  Because he's a tad shorter than me, his crotch pressed against my waistline.  I want to be closer than this.  My hips rotated forward as my torso curved slightly so that my bulge could touch his ass.  In response, Jimin moved his legs down lower on my body, and then pressed my rear with his calves.  My clothed member got much closer, him forcing my boner to be pressed against his ass.  We're still not close enough.

The cute boy pouted when I stopped kissing him as I sat up halfway; his strong arms preventing me from sitting up all the way.  After unfastening the first two buttons of my shirt, Jimin caught onto what I was doing and immediately helped me, letting go of my neck.  Quickly, he unbuttoned my shirt.

He struggled on the second to last button.  Before I could help him, he ripped my shirt open, two white buttons flying across the room.  I should care.  This shirt was expensive.  But, shit, that was really hot...

His hand travelled down my chest and over my abs to the top of my pants.  Without delay, he undid my pants and pulled on them.  Taking the hint, I stood up and shoved them down to my ankles before kicking them towards my desk, knocking over a picture frame.  Oops...  I slid my shirt off since I was already stripping.  I looked down at my frustrated friend as he struggled to take off his slacks.  I chuckled and grabbed them at the ankles.  Then, I ripped them off of him and thew them behind me in one swift move.  I fell back on top of Jimin, catching my fall with my hands by his head so I don't squish him.

Lust filled eyes stared into mine as I tilted my head.  He seductively bit the side of his bottom lip as he ran his hand through my hair, gripping onto it, and then pulling my face to his.  Our kisses were more intimate, more passionate, than before.  That heated make out session was all it took to make us both rock hard.  I don't know how far he wants to take it, but I don't think I'll be able to control myself much longer.  I want him to fulfil my deepest, darkest desires; the ones where I want to love him.

A small hand reached into my boxers to squeeze my little bare ass.  At the same time, Jimin was biting my lip; biting down hard.  That's it.  I can't take this any longer.  I jolted upright and took off both my and his underwear, dropping them at the foot of my bed.  I hovered above him again, and began to trace his jawline with my tongue.

In the least obvious way possible, I reached into my bedside table drawer and retrieved a bottle of lube.  While leaving multiple hickies on his neck, I opened the lid carefully, trying to be stealthy.  Snap!  Fuck.  The boy reached up and took the bottle away.  A moment later, an unexpected, cold sensation touched my member.  The thick, chilly substance surprised me.  As soon as he began rubbing my length to spread it out, the liquid heated up.  I bit my lip and let out a short, deep growl before devouring his lips again.

Jimin spread his legs and lifted his pelvis slighty, and then guided my length to his hole.  His hands shook nervously, so I pulled away from the rough kiss and gave him a small, reassuring smile.  Then, I captured his lips in a long, gentle kiss.  Out of an anxious habit, he bit my lip gently as the tip of my dick touched his entrance.  Again, his legs wrapped around my butt and pulled me closer; pushing the head inside him.

Half screaming, half moaning, his hands pulled my hair.  Every muscle in his body tensed up, including his legs.  My erection pushing in deeper was the result of him tightening his legs' hold on me.  Jimin's groans got louder, he flexing even more.  At that point, I couldn't help but moan.  I felt bad for feeling so good because he seemed to be in so much pain.

"Jimin, relax," I whispered soothingly, worried by his reactions.

"N-No!  J-Just, ngh, shove the-the damn th-th-thing in there already," he whimpered.  I obeyed his command and rammed my dick all the way inside his tight ass.  My grunts went unheard due to his agonising screams.  I feel so bad, but he wants it.  "K-K-Keep going," he ordered through gritted teeth.  I slowly rocked my hips back and forth, not daring to pull out, not even the tiniest bit.  He's not ready.

His groans turned into moans as he loosened up a bit.  Gently, I pulled out a little, followed by me pushing it right back in.  The beautiful moans I received only urged me to do more.  I began to move faster, rougher.  We moaned a sweet melody, the slapping of skin, our beat, as I thrust my hips harder and harder.  I slammed in with tremendous force, causing him to sing a high note.  It didn't take long for him to cum.  This came as no surprise since it's his first time.  I came soon after him, for it was also my first time.

I was about to pull out when he held my ass cheeks in place.  I gave him a questioning look.  He, then, rolled us over, him now on top of me.  Biting his lip, he looked directly into my eyes with the most innocent look I've ever seen.  "I...  I don't want to be done, yet."

Without much warning, he started grinding his ass down on me in circular motions.  I moaned rather louder than I wanted to as I watched him ride me.  Why didn't we take his fucking shirt off?!  "Ah! R-right... ngh... there!"  Jimin's sexy cries interrupted my thought; no longer did I care about his shirt.  I bucked my hips, causing him to gasp and release a squeal when he breathed out.  What is this?  Do guys have a G-spot, t-  Pure pleasure forced me to grunt as Jimin began bouncing on my dick, throwing his head back as a series of short, loud yesses filled the room's atmosphere.  "H-H-Hyung. I-I'm.  Gonna.  Ah!  Gonna.  C-ngh-Cum," he could barely get out between bounces.

A faint female voice called out, "Boys?  I'm home!"

I sat up quickly and covered up his mouth.  I bounced on the bed in sync with him to speed up the process, silently cursing out my creaky ass bed.  Struggling to hold back my moans, I also had to cover my mouth.

Nails digging into my back told me he was seconds away from coming.  That hurts...  A slight grunt sounded in my throat as sweat burned the new scratches on my back.
...But pain only adds to pleasure.

He came on my waistline, panting heavily.  He stopped bouncing, all energy draining out of his system.  I also stopped movement.  Instead, I used both hands to push his hips down as I pressed my pelvis up.  I was trying to get as close, as deep, as I possibly could in this position.  Not a second later, I released my second load deep inside him...
...and I accidentally let out an extremely loud, pleasure-filled noise.  Well, shit.

"Honey, are you okay?"  Footsteps started up the stairs.  My eyes widened and Jimin looked at me with a panicked expression.  Jimin got up with haste, hissing in pain, and quickly pulled his pants on.  He was in such a hurry, that he didn't even bother wearing his boxer shorts.  Cum was already oozing out of his ass, causing his pants to have a wet spot in the back.  Good thing they're black or else it'd be super noticeable...

Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea, which I immediately relayed to my best friend.  "Chim Chim, pretend to study or whatever at the desk.  I'll act like I'm sleeping.  Just tell her that I'm sleep talking."  Responding with just a simple nod, he sat down at the desk, wincing as his butt hit the chair.

Knock!  Knock!  My mother called out for us behind the door, "Hoseok? Jimin?"  I dove into my bed, hid my naked body under the covers, and faced away from the door.  She slowly turned the knob and opened the door.  She let out a sigh of relief.  I can just imagine her dramatically pressing the back of her hand to her forehead while staring at the ceiling.  She's so dramatic.

"You guys worried me to death when you didn't answer when I called your names," she paused for a moment, then continued in a voice that sounds like she was pinching her nose, "This room smells funky.  You two need to bathe more.  Also, what was that noise I heard a minute ago?  Did something happen?"

"Don't worry Jung-yang.  Hyung is just masturbating again," Jimin explained nonchalantly.  What?!  Why, that little shit!  Another sigh left my eomma's mouth.

"You teenagers and your raging hormones, I swear," she scoffed.  And with that, she left the room, closing the door behind her.

I rolled over and shot Jimin a death glare.  "Don't look at me like that!  You made my ass hurt!"

ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ 저자의님 노트 ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ

I know it was long.  You probably got bored halfway through the smut.  Am I right?  The smut by itself was over 1'300 words. so it's okay if you did.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Also, they tecnically both topped (;

~ Author-nim