By: orphan account Summary:

Taehyung doesn't know what to do, so he lifts his chin and connects their lips. Jimin sighs happily into the kiss, his hands wrapping around Taehyung's shoulders as he does. His lips are soft and warm and Taehyung concentrates on that for the first time. He wants to savour every second, if Jimin just wants him to be a quick fuck then he is going to cast the feeling of his lips to memory.

All too soon Jimin is pulling away, kissing along Taehyung's cheek until he reaches his ear "you wanna put those pretty hands to good use?"

or

vmin are mutually piing idiots who fuck in a tent on a camping trip with bangtan. tae gets hard from jimin sitting in his lap. that's the story.

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(See the end of the work for .)

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It's not that Taehyung didn't like camping persay. It's just, he just didn't like getting cold and honestly he thinks one of his friends is cursed because they get rained on every year. He was looking for a reason to duck out of going this year until Jimin fixed him with those fucking puppy eyes and he caved immediately.

Taehyung's best friend, ever the ray of fucking sunshine, loved camping. And Taehyung loved him . So that's why he was dragging his ass out of the warm confines of his bed at 6am on a Saturday morning to Yoongi yelling at him from downstairs. Once he;s grumbled enough to himself, he gets up and dresses quickly, something comfortable but suitable enough for spending the whole day with the boy he's been in love with for years.

And the rest of his friends, he supposes.

He catches a glance at his face in the mirror, his eyes are a little puffy from the lack of sleep and his dark hair is messy. He sighs deeply, pushing his hair under a hat and wandering down the stairs.

"Taehyungie!" comes the excited voice he has been looking forward to hearing all week. The smile Jimin had directed at him is so radiant he feels like he needs to squint, there's suddenly something warm being pressed into his hands and Taehyung looks down to see a take out coffee cup in his hands. He can smell something sweet and chocolatey coming from it "I made Jungkookie stop on the way over, I knew you'd be just out of bed."

"You're an angel." Taehyung mumbles, still half asleep as he raises the cup to his lips. It's hot chocolate, Jimin is more than familiar with his disdain for coffee.

"So I've been told." his best friend giggles sweetly, the sound is music to his ears and he already feels himself perking up. He takes in Jimin's appearance for the first time and he can feel his heart do a funny little squeeze in his chest. His hair is freshly washed and a little frizzy, falling everywhere - he wears a very fluffy looking jacket. It's all sorts of autumn colours and looks fleesey and soft, Taehyung only just resists the urge to reach out and stroke it. But what really makes him want to punch himself in the face is the pair of skin tight leggings on Jimin's godly thighs.

He almost does when Yoongi appears by his side, Jungkook in tow lugging the tent bag. He blinks his eyes away from Jimin at last, cursing his heart for making his cheeks flush so easily.

"Is Seokjin even on his way yet?" Yoongi yawns widely, resembling a disgruntled cat. If there was someone more indifferent to both mornings and camping it was Yoongi. Taehyung would be suspicious as to why he was even coming if it weren't for the way he was leaning into Jungkook.

"He texted saying they left 5 minutes ago." Jimin smiles gently, exchanging a look with Taehyung about the two of them. He just cocks an eyebrow as a reply and Jimin smiles knowingly.

As if on cue there is a loud, obnoxious car horn from outside and Taehyung winces at the shrill noise. But he is definitely fully awake now. The four of them walk outside, the air is fresh - dewy and Taehyung breathes deeply. He may hate mornings but god this was almost worth it.

Almost .

"Good morning campers!" Hoseok beams widely as he throws open the door of the minivan they had all chipped in to rent - two lucky fuckers got to sleep in it tonight. Taehyung was still salty he lost that game of rock paper scissors.

"So, we have some bad news for Jimin and Yoongi." Seokjin says as he rolls down the window, without saying hello.

Yoongi groans, folding his arms over his chest. The disgruntled cat image just getting worse "what?"

"So, there's only 6 seats." Seokjin shrugs "one of you is gonna have to sit on a lap."

"Why me or Yoongi?" Jimin narrows his eyes at the eldest, Taehyung braces himself for the impending argument.

"Shortest legs, it's only fair." he replies simply.

" More importantly ," Jungkook cuts in before Jimin can argue back "why only 6? I thought we checked it was 7?" he's more looking at Namjoon in the passenger seat when he asks this.

The tallest just gives them an apologetic look in response "didn't take into account the tents and bags."

Jimin whines irritably, stomping his food and Taehyung bites down a coo. But for once they take the short comments in stride and both him and Yoongi hold their fists out.

Yoongi throws out scissors, Jimin paper. And he whines again. Taehyung tries not to think about the other context in which he could make that noise. To make matters worse, brain short circuits at the blonde throws his arms around his waist and buries his nose into his neck, letting out another whine. The sound sends something warm to stir in the pit of Taehyung's stomach but he tries his best to ignore it.

"You'll let me sit on your lap, right, Taehyungie?" he pouts cutely, and how anyone has ever denied him anything is beyond Taehyung. Maybe no one ever has.

"S-sure." he stutters, feeling Jimin's breath fan over his neck.

"I don't think Yoongi would appreciate me sitting on Jungkook." Jimin nods towards where the youngest is currently curling a hand around Yoongi's hip. Taehyung makes a mental note to ask his roommate later about when the fuck that happened "Namjoon's shotgun and Hoseok's thighs are too boney."

"Rude." the boy in question says as he passes them. Taehyung figures that logic is sound but he still curses everything as he's about to have a lap full of Jimin, in all his glorious ass and thighs - for the next 6 hours.

It doesn't take long for the remaining four of them to pack their stuff into the car, and Taehyung sees what they mean. It may be a 7 seater but there's not a lot of trunk space and they'd used one of the seats in the very back to put sleeping bags.

"We at least deserve the back seat." Jimin gives all of their friends a murderous look "it has the most leg room."

Apparently no one had the guts to argue back with him, so Taehyung was clambering over the folded chairs and into the very back - a moment later Jimin slides in too. Taehyung doesn't know where the fuck to put his hands as Jimin gently settles in his lap. The seats snap back into place, and Taehyung feels like he's trapped in horny jail in the back row.

Jimin is... warm. He can feel the heat of the elder through his jeans. And god, he can smell his perfume. It's sweet, something slightly fruity and so addicting. It makes the warmth in Taehyung's stomach get worse and he tries his best to think very unsexy thoughts.

It sort of works, even as Jimin buckles the seatbelt over both of them. Until the car jerks into motion and Jimin jolts back. His small hands grip Taehyung's thighs at the same time his ass drags just a little over Taehyung's crotch.

He bites his lip so hard it might draw blood but Jimin is just laughing on top of him "you better hold me steady, this isn't exactly secure." and with that his warm hands are grasping Taehyung's and pulling them around his waist.

Taehyung truly curses everything he can think of, the next 6 hours of his life was truly going to be torture.

❤

It's bad. Really bad. But not as terrible as he suspected, once Seokjin turned on to the highway the road smoothed out and all Taehyung had to worry about was just how warm and cuddly Jimin was in his lap. They'd been driving about 3 or 4 hours, he couldn't tell anymore - and Jimin had curled up sideways and fallen asleep on his shoulder.

So he was out of horny jail with a day pass to pining city.

Jimin was so fucking cute, he snuffled slightly in his sleep as he gently breathed against Taehyung's neck. His hands were settled around Jimin's waist as an excuse to hold him steady but they hadn't wobbled the entire ride since hitting the freeway.

As if someone was watching him get too comfortable, Seokjin took a right and they hit a country road. The bump shifted Jimin awake and he blinked sleepily at Taehyung - who smiled softly at him in return, unaware of the torture he was about to endure.

Jimin sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and straightening himself on Taehyung's lap so he sits facing the front. Taehyung stiffens at the slight friction against his crotch but Jimin settles quickly and he lets out the breath he didn't think he'd been holding.

Until the van goes over a bump in the road, Jimin bouncing in his lap and his ass pressing down directly on Taehyung's dick. He bites back a gasp, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as the friction sends shock waves down his body - pooling in his stomach.

He prays that it was a one off bump but as the van drives over a pothole Jimin accidentally grinds into his cock and Taehyung can feel a moan nearly bubble out his throat - muffled by Seokjin calling over his shoulder from the driver's seat.

"You guys okay back there?" he asks, directed to Jimin and Taehyung "the roads pretty uneven for a bit so hold on Jimin."

The blonde giggles and Taehyung's eyes nearly roll into his head as Jimin grips at his thighs. He was truly going to hell, fuck horny jail he was bound for the flames of damnation as he feels his cock begin to harden at the constant movement of the boy in his lap - despite how much his friend seems to be trying to sit still.

At a particularly bad jolt, Taehyung does accidentally lets off a groan, his head falling forward onto Jimin's shoulder. His dick was fully hard now and straining against his jeans. He was very glad he decided not to wear the sweats last minute.

It would have been fine if Jimin didn't thread his fingers into Taehyung's black hair and turn to whisper in his ear "are you alright, Taehyungie?"

His voice is gentle, unassuming and filled with worry and Taehyung feels his whole body flood with guilt - and his dick twitch. Again, hell bound.

"Y-Yeah." he hisses as Jimin turns a little on his lap to face him, his ass moving across his painfully hard cock "I just... I'm.. carsick."

"Poor baby!" Jimin laughs sweetly and Taehyung wants to throw himself out the car window at how cute he sounds "hyung! Can we stop soon, Taehyung is car sick."

"If you could throw up out the window until we reach a gas station, that would be great." Seokjin laughs "the deposit on this thing was expensive."

It's another 20 minutes of pure torture against his abused crotch before Seokjin finally pulls in to a gas station - everyone goes to hop out, tired from the long journey and Taehyung can't help the gasp or relief as Jimin gets up from his lap.

"You coming, Tae?" Jimin asks from the door of the car with a sweet smile and Taehyung really wants the ground to just swallow him up.

"I'll be a minute." he replies, his voice weak and Jimin nods, running after Jungkook to buy snacks from the store - leaving Taehyung alone in the car to wait for his dick to calm down.

❤

"This spot is so gorgeous!" Jimin gasps happily as they reach the campsite, they'd been given a spot up the hill - looking over a large lake and mountains beyond it. Namjoon had found these campgrounds and apparently they trusted his judgement and for good reason. They were on the edge of a forest, barely anyone else there as it was the off season.

"Rock paper scissors who's sharing the tents?" Seokjin asks, they had one 3 and one two and god was Taehyung hoping for the two - and not with Jimin. He loved his best friend to death but he's already had to rub one out in the grimy gas station bathroom - he could do with a rest.

Of course, he ended up with Jimin in the 2 person tent cause his life was a fucking joke. He still smiled at Jimin who squealed happily and hugged him. He tried not to let his face fall as he and Jimin went about setting up the tent, Taehyung trying and failing not to stare at Jimin's ass as he bent over in those god forsaken skin tight leggings.

When they had set them up, Jungkook - who was sharing the van with Yoongi so the two had set up a crackling fire - handed him a beer which he gladly took. So fucking thirsty.

❤

Taehyung could feel the thrum of alcohol through his system, the crackling fire in front of him warming his skin. He knew maybe he shouldn't drink so much but he was trying to drown out his feelings, the alcohol curing his mortification for what happened earlier. Lucky for him, Jimin appeared not to have noticed.

The boy in question is sitting on the other side of the fire, laughing prettily at something Hoseok had said and Taehyung tries not to feel a pang of jealousy. He does anyway.

"You okay, Tae?" he jumps as Yoongi throws himself down beside him, holding out a fresh bottle of beer to him. Taehyung takes it "you're being weirdly quiet, and as much as I enjoy it - it's weird."

Taehyung shoots him a look "I'm fine."

Yoongi rolls his eyes, there's a moment of silence before "you should just tell Jimin you like him." he lowers his voice when he says it but Taehyung still looks at Jimin quickly to see if he heard. The boy didn't even glance over, talking to Hoseok animatedly.

"I don't-"

"Don't deny it." Yoongi rolls his eyes "there's no point, you're too whipped."

Taehyung groans, taking a huge gulp of his beer "I can't, he's my best friend."

"And you're in love with him." Yoongi says "you're just gonna hurt yourself keeping this a secret."

"Better than hurting us both if he rejects me." Taehyung mutters, Yoongi gives him a sad smile but apparently doesn't know what to reply. And if he has any more words of wisdom he's interrupted by Jimin himself coming over.

"Taehyungie!" Jimin giggles happily, flopping himself down beside Taehyung. He looks to Yoongi for help but the elder has already moved across the fire and is smirking while snuggling up with Jungkook "I'm cold, can we share your blanket?"

The blonde pouts, nodding to the plaid blanket Taehyung had draped over his legs. He wishes he could say no, deny Jimin of anything . But he was looking at him with those big eyes and was shivering a little.

"Of course, come here." Taehyung sighs, thinking Jimin will sit next to him. Instead, the blonde plops himself down between Taehyung's legs, throwing the blanket around both of their shoulders and leaning back into the younger's chest. His skin is warm but he's shaking just a little, Taehyung sighs and wraps the blanket securely around them.

"You should have brought a better jacket." Taehyung mumbles, hooking his chin over Jimin's shoulder.

Jimin hums, and Taehyung can feel the vibration of his chest because he's so close. He smells like campfire smoke and hot chocolate and sighs. He relaxes, Jimin is warm and he can't help but settle his arms around his waist.

"You smell good, Taehyungie." Jimin mutters, turning his head to whisper it over the younger's ear. Taehyung shudders at the feeling as Jimin's hand settles over his hand "are you feeling better?"

"F-feeling better?" Taehyung freezes, had he felt it after all?

"After being car sick?" Jimin says, his voice is still quiet and gentle and Taehyung breathes out.

"Yeah, much better."

Jimin hums, the two of them sitting in silence for a minute.

After a little while Taehyung gasps as Jimin suddenly grinds his ass back against him, the sudden pressure on his cock has him groaning and biting at his lip. He can't help it as the friction is delicious, sending shock waves all over his body - arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach.

"I didn't mean to turn you on so bad earlier." Jimin mutters and Taehyung shudders with a mix of arousal and shame but Jimin's voice is soft and smug "did I affect you that much? Just from sitting on your lap?"

"Jimin?" Taehyung gasps as Jimin circles his hips, purposefully grinding back on to Taehyung's dick.

He just shushes him gently "shh, they'll hear you, baby." Taehyung shudders at the name and the elder chuckles gently "you like being called that?"

"I-" Taehyung gasps but is cut off, biting down on his lip as Jimin presses back harshly, his fingers contract around his waist.

"You sound pretty." Jimin hums "tell me if you want me to stop..."

Taehyung's mind short circuits, he knows he should tell Jimin to stop. He knows this is wrong and will only make things more complicated. This was his best friend. His best friend he was head over heels in love with. But the warmth of the boy against him, the way he could feel Jimin's stomach contract as he moved his hips, his ass grinding back into Taehyung's half hard dick... he didn't want to stop.

"D-don't stop.." Taehyung breathes, his voice coming out small and shaky but Jimin hears it, his plump lips twisting into a smirk.

"You didn't answer my question." Jimin hums, his fingers interacting with Taehyung's as he circled his hips again "did I affect you just from sitting on your lap?"

"Jimin..." Taehyung tries, he feels hot all over. The shame of doing this with their friends across the fire was turning him on and he didn't know what to do with that information. Jimin's smell and warmth felt like it was intoxicating him, and he was so fucking horny.

"Answer me." Jimin's tone is stern and it makes Taehyung's cock twitch. Oh, he was into that too? Learning a lot about himself tonight.

"Yes." he breathes

"Cute." Jimin laughs under his breath. Taehyung just groans, muffling it into Jimin's shoulder. He feels like a horny teenager, his hips rutting against Jimin's ass off their own accord. His hand creeps down slowly, giving Jimin time to tell him to stop or slap his hand away and run for it. When he doesn't Taehyung reaches over Jimin's crotch.

He gasps in feeling Jimin is as into this as he is, his dick straining against his leggings. Jimin laughs breathily, right over Taehyung's ear.

"You're so fucking hot, Tae." he mutters and Taehyung bites down a moan, glancing up to see none of the others paying attention to them before palming the blonde's cock. Protected by the blanket that covered them.

Jimin keens, biting at his bottom lip as his back arches. Taehyung thinks he can't get more fucking turned on that he was but the small moan that slips from Jimin's lips proves otherwise, so he cups Jimin's dick through his leggings - pushing his hand down on to his member. Jimin seethes through his teeth as he grinds back again. Taehyung buries his head into Jimin's neck, breathing through the jolt of friction - his whole body warm with arousal as he groans.

It was obviously louder than he intended.

"Tae, you okay?" it's Namjoon, he thinks, but he can barely focus - he considers the fact he might combust as his dick twitches at the fact they were nearly caught.

He knows Jimin felt it as he hears the smirk in his voice "he says he still feels sick from earlier, I think we might turn in."

Taehyung chokes, their tent is a little away from where they had set up a camp fire - he was about to be alone with Jimin. God, he might actually die.

Jimin seemed to have stopped his grinding long enough for Tae to lift his head - their friends looked concerned and he almost felt bad but Jimin felt so fucking good.

"You do look flushed." Hoseok says sadly, giving him a soft smile "get some rest, we have another couple days anyway."

"Thanks hyung." Taehyung manages to croak out, biting back a whine as Jimin stands - keeping the blanket around his shoulders. Taehyung shivers into the air as Jimin holds a hand out to him. He looks at it, then at Jimin. His best friend is smiling gently at him, a strange expression on his face. He slides his hand into Jimin's smaller one and let's the blonde pull him to his feet and towards their tent.

❤

Taehyung can't put two coherent thoughts together. His mind clouded by the fact Jimin is on top of him, kissing him drunk and grinding their hips together. He needed to stop, he needed to talk to Jimin about what the fuck this all meant - but the blonde was biting down his neck - sucking harshly on the sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder and the thought just disappeared. He remembered telling Jimin about that spot once, when they talked hookups. The memory seemed distant now.

"I wanna suck you off." Jimin mumbled into the skin of his neck and Taehyung thinks he might black out.

"Shit." he hisses "no one's stopping you."

Jimin chuckles, low and sexy and it goes to Taehyung's core as the other starts kissing down his collarbone, pushing his shirt up around his armpits. Taehyung shivers as the cold air licks across his exposed skin, pebbling his nipples.

Jimin smiles as he runs a hand down Taehyung's stomach, and he tries not to think about how soft that is - and refuses to get his hopes up about the connotations behind it. He's distracted anyway - by Jimin sucking his left nipple into his warm mouth.

Taehyung's back arches and he curses the conversation he had with Jimin about sensitive spots "you really are responsive." the blonde chuckles, biting at the soft skin of his peck.

"You're a demon." Taehyung whines, throwing an arm over his face. Jimin simply laughs, moving to bite down on the other one. Taehyung's nipples had always been really sensitive, and he had told Jimin - his best friend - about the time his ex made him come untouched by just holding a vibrator to them. He was regretting it a little now, his hips bucking up looking from pressure.

"P-please." he whines and Jimin pulls his head away from his chest to look at him.

"I want to see if you can do that again." Jimin smirks, as if he read Taehyung's inner struggle - flicking at his nipple. The action causes Taehyung's whole body to jolt, sending shock waves of arousal everywhere "Another time, I suppose."

Taehyung tries not to think about that either. Another time .

Jimin doesn't let him think about it too long either as he kisses right on to the faint line of Taehyung's happy trail "can I?" he asks gently, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Taehyung's jeans.

"God, yes." the younger groans, he feels like his whole body was on fire. This whole day had been one fucking tease leading up to this moment. He can't help the moan as Jimin pulls down his pants and underwear in one go - tugging them roughly off his feet and leaving him bare. The air is cold and he gasps as his dick springs free.

"I forgot how fucking big you are." Jimin groaned, leaning down to kitten lick the head. Taehyung spasms at the sudden touch, a moan ripping from the back of his throat. It had been years since Jimin had seen him naked, even then it was completely platonic. At least to Jimin.

"Have you been on edge all day?" Jimin mumbles, his voice feigning concern but he can hear the smirk coming from it.

"Jimin..." Taehyung breathes, daring to look down at him. The blonde is peering back up at him with big eyes, his little hand holding the base of Taehyung's dick "please... I."

"Take that as a yes." Jimin chuckles "it's okay, I've got you now."

With that he leans down and takes Taehyung into his mouth, the younger nearly screams - slapping a hand over his mouth to hold in the moan. Jimin's mouth is so fucking warm and he expertly hollows his mouth as he sucks him down to the base - his nose meeting taehyung's stomach.

"Holy shit." Taehyung breathes out as his dick hits the back of Jimin's throat. Jimin smirks around his cock before lifting back up, bobbing his head at a pace that has Taehyung writing against the cold floor of their tent.

His hand comes down to thread through Jimin's hair and the memory of Jimin mentioning how much he likes his hair being pulled enters his head at the opportune moment, he liked the pain of it as his partner controls his motions. So, he tests the water - his fingers gripping harsh in Jimin's hair as he pushes his head down his dick - just a little. The blonde moans in response, his eyes rolling back in his head as his lids flutter closed.

Taehyung jumps as he feels Jimin's hand take his own, leading both of them to his hair. It's an invitation, and Taehyung gladly accepts. He grips both his hands into Jimin's hair, thrusting experimentally upward into his mouth. Jimin groans again, the vibrations sending arousal to Taehyung's stomach. He takes that as a sign to keep going, thrusting back up into Jimin's mouth.

It's messy and dirty but it just makes Taehyung go faster, Jimin is moaning around him - spit dribbling down his chin and on Taehyung's cock but the sight makes him think he could come any second.

It's when he feels that, the tightening of his stomach that he groans "Jimin... I.. I'm gonna.."

The elder pulls off his dick with a lewd pop and he whines, looking down at Jimin he nearly comes anyway. His blonde hair is messy, and his lips are red and shiny from spit and he looks fucked out already, his cheeks flushed so prettily that Taehyung can't help but let that slip out.

"You're so fucking pretty." he groans, head flopping back against the floor.

Jimin laughs breathily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand "coming from you."

Taehyung feels some of the blood finally divert from his dick to his cheeks as he smiles gently at Jimin, the moment seems far too soft considering what they were just doing but he's not complaining.

"How do you wanna do this?" Jimin asks quietly, shuffling forward. Taehyung sits up just in time for him to settle in his lap. Flashbacks from the car ride come back to him but they seem miles away as his hands slide up and inside Jimin's shirt. His skin is warm and so fucking soft "I can finish you off in my mouth? Or, you can fuck me so hard the guys wonder why I can't walk straight tomorrow?"

Taehyung groans, his hands tightening around Jimin's waist "I pick magic option number two."

Jimin can't help but giggle, his nose bumping against Taehyung's "Oh yeah? Thought you might."

Taehyung doesn't know what to do, so he lifts his chin and connects their lips. Jimin sighs happily into the kiss, his hands wrapping around Taehyung's shoulders as he does. His lips are soft and warm and Taehyung concentrates on that for the first time. He wants to savour every second, if Jimin just wants him to be a quick fuck then he is going to cast the feeling of his lips to memory.

All too soon Jimin is pulling away, kissing along Taehyung's cheek until he reaches his ear "you wanna put those pretty hands to good use?"

Taehyung shudders "do you... do you have any... yanno."

Jimin has the audacity to giggle right next to his ear "in my bag."

Taehyung cocks an eyebrow at him "you brought lube to a camping trip with your friends?"

The elder bats his chest and gives him a look, though there's a smile behind his eyes "it's the backpack I use for all my overnight stuff, that includes hookups. I just didn't take it out."

"Sure." Taehyung jokes, this is familiar territory. And it makes him feel marginally better about the situation they're in, Jimin leans away while still sitting in his lap - digging around in his bag for a second before producing two silver foil packets.

"I've thought about getting fucked by those long fingers for years." he sighs as he hands Taehyung the pack of lube. The younger groans, dropping his head on Jimin's shoulder as he tears the packet with his teeth.

"You can't just say shit like that or I'll bust a nut right here right now." he sighs, watching as Jimin slightly awkwardly lifts from his lap to pull down those god forsaken skin tight leggings.

"Sexy." Jimin grins at him, it's a joke and god is Taehyung glad for it as Jimin dick bounces free from his underwear. It's as pretty as he is, a little smaller than Taehyung's but flushed at the tip, precome already dribbling from it. He's glad to see the elder is apparently just as affected by this as he is.

He settles back down on Taehyung's lap, the other not having a moment to breathe before Jimin is capturing his lips in a kiss with renewed fire. He groans, one hand gripping Jimin's hip under his hoodie, the other stumbling around pouring some lube onto his fingers.

The scent of strawberry fills the little tent and Taehyung makes a mental note to tease Jimin about his sweet scented lube later, but right now the boy was impatiently rutting his dick against Taehyung's stomach as he curled his hand around to his ass.

Jimin whines when he pauses but Taehyung pulls away from the harsh kiss, he needs to know "are you sure?" he huffs against the elders lips.

Jimin groans, his hands fisting in Taehyung's hair "god, yes , Tae.. please."

How was he supposed to say no to that?

Taehyung grips his ass in one hand and Jimin moans against his lips even before he's pushing a finger in. The elder keens, his back arching beautifully as his fingers grip Taehyung's shoulders at the intrusion.

Taehyung feels the warmth spread through him just from those noises alone, so he thrusts his finger all the way out before pushing back in. Jimin mewls in his lap, burying his face in his neck.

"Wait..." Taehyung pants as Jimin starts thrusting back into his finger "can I eat you out?"

Jimin groans, lifting his head from Taehyung's neck "shit, of course you can baby. You're so hot..."

Taehyung grins, gripping Jimin's waist and throwing him (as gently as possible) to the floor of the tent. Jimin makes a little yelp of shock but settles happily against his sleeping bag. He looks so pretty, his hoodie had ridden up to his slim waist - but the sleeves still fell over his palms. His cheeks were flushed a gentle pink, blonde hair splayed out over the dark nylon sleeping bag.

"Beautiful." Taehyung breathes, kissing Jimin's bare inner thigh - unable to keep that thought down. Jimin's breath hitches as he nips at the soft skin - writhing impatiently.

"Tae, please..." he breathes and who was Taehyung to deny such a sweet plea.

Another pretty moan falls from his lips as Taehyung harshly takes a handful of his ass, spreading his cheeks open. Taehyung feels blood rushing to his cheeks at being in such an intimate position - this was his first time with Jimin in such a vulnerable place but the way the blonde groaned appreciatively made him feel okay.

And Taehyung couldn't help himself, he just dove in without warning. Jimin practically screams at the first lick across his hole, his hands flying up to his mouth to try and keep it in.

Taehyung throws one of Jimin's glorious thighs over his shoulder, grabbing the other so hard it might leave bruises on Jimin's soft skin - and licks a stipe along the puckered rim. Jimin whines above him, legs contracting and bringing him closer. Taehyung smirked at the reaction before leaning in and pushing his tongue past the rim of muscle.

"Fuck!" Jimin curses, his hands contracting in the sleeping bag, his back arching so prettily as Taehyung pushes a finger in alongside his tongue.

And It didn't take long until he was writhing on three of Taehyung's fingers, babbling nonsense with a mix of Taehyung's name as his back arched deliciously off the ground. Taehyung thought he was a vision, belonging in an art museum. Jimin had always been so flexible, his obsession with his Sunday morning yoga classes always caused Taehyung great stress, but as he pushed his leg to his chest he was very glad for them.

"Tae... Tae, please... I..." Jimin gasps and the younger pulls off, looking up at him and resting his cheek against Jimin's inner thigh "please I.. I can't take it, I want you."

Taehyung shushes him softly, sitting up and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand "shh, baby, okay."

"Can I ride you?" Jimin asks, sitting up too with sparkling eyes and Taehyung's brain malfunctions. He chokes on his breath and it has Jimin smirking, his hand coming out to brush some of Taehyung's dark hair from his face "is that a yes?"

Taehyung groans "that's a fuck yes,"

Jimin giggles so softly Taehyung feels his heart clench as he continues to push down the anxiety over what is happening and just try to enjoy himself while it is. It's Jimin clambering into his lap that brings him from his thoughts. The elder hooks a finger under Taehyung's chin gently, lifting his face so their noses brush.

"Stop thinking so hard. I can hear it." Jimin mumbles against his lips. He is warm in his lap, Taehyung's hand settles over his waist, just below his tattoo - the material of his hoodie falling down over it.

"I can't help it." Taehyung sighs, Jimin had always been able to read him like a book "this is... a lot."

"I know." Jimin's lips brush his in a ghost of a kiss "but it's just you and me, okay? Like always. We can talk about it later, just be with me , right now."

Taehyung's eyes met Jimin's, they were soft and pleading and he knew that they'd be okay. No matter what, they always were. As he nods, Jimin grins and finally leans forward to capture his lips. His hand grips Jimin's waist hard as the elder immediately deepens the kiss, relighting the fire that had consumed them both previously and Taehyung can't help but groan as Jimin grinds forward on his lap, their bare cocks sliding together.

"Shit." Taehyung gasps as it sends warmth all over his body, as if his brain just remembered how painfully hard he was. Jimin holds up the little foil packet between them, a silent question. Taehyung groans again, nodding so fast he looks like a bobble head. Jimin giggles as he sits back on his thighs a little, ripping the packet open.

Taehyung hisses as Jimin rolls it down his dick for him, his hips bucking slightly - Jimin's hand settling on his thighs as he lifts himself up. His eyes met Taehyung's for a second, another question. Taehyung nods with a soft smile and that's enough for Jimin, he's lining himself up and sinking down.

Taehyung gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head as Jimin inches down his cock. He's so fucking warm around him. He can feel his hands gripping Jimin's hips so tight they're probably going to bruise but he can't help it. It feels so fucking good.

Jimin moans quietly as he bottoms out and the sound is music to his ears "you okay?" Taehyung whispers as Jimin's arms loop around his shoulders and he buries his face in the crook of Taehyung's neck.

"Yeah." he whispers "you're just... kinda big." Taehyung feels a smirk come on his face and Jimin bats his shoulder "don't get too cocky... but give me a second to get used to it."

Taehyung hums, one of his hands moving from Jimin's hip to the small of his back - rubbing soothing circles into his spine.

It's a few minutes later that Jimin rounds his hips experimentally and Taehyung hisses, even the small movement sending sparks all over his body. Jimin moans too, his eyes rolling back as he lifts up and slams back down without warning.

"Shit, you feel so good." Jimin mumbles, starting to bounce on his thighs. He sets a pace - shallowly at first but he soon set up a vicious speed that most would be envious of - but he'd always had stamina. Taehyung watches as his back arches gorgeously and his arms circle the elders waist, pulling him impossibly close so their chests are flush together. Jimin was letting out filthy noises, gorgeous little moans and mewls with every bounce of his thighs, throwing himself down on Taehyung's cock at a ridiculous pace.

The pleasure was indescribable, it rolls over Taehyung in scorching hot waves. The sight in front of him was truly a work of art, Jimin's face was flushed, sweat sticking strands of blonde hair to his forehead. His soft cheeks dusted pink and the hoodie falling off his shoulder to show expanses of gorgeous sin - Taehyung leaned forward to kiss that little mole on his collarbone. His hand coming up under the hoodie to brush over Jimin's nipple. The boy keened, arching into the touch as his bounces started getting sloppier, he was mewling with every movement, soft little moans tumbling out whenever he raised himself up.

Taehyung moaned, gripping his waist and pushing him backward. Jimin's back met the sleeping bag, a small yelp of shock slipping from his mouth. His eyes were wide as he looked at Taehyung and the younger groaned, crashing their lips together again. Jimin moaned against his lips, arms circling his shoulders to bring him closer.

They stayed like that for a few moments, kissing fiercely - wet sounds filling the tent until Taehyung pulled back. His hands found themselves under Jimin's knees as he pushed his legs into his chest. They went easily and Jimin didn't even wince.

"God, that's so hot." Taehyung groaned and Jimin smirked.

"Should have come to those yoga classes with me." he sighed, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of Taehyung's neck. The younger just growled, snapping his hips forward in response - Jimin practically screamed as his back arched.

Taehyung smirked, resting both of Jimin's legs on his shoulders as he thrust forward again. Jimin's hands fell to the sleeping bag beside him, fisting helplessly as Taehyung started drilling his hips forward at a brutal pace.

After a moment Jimin moaned loudly, his whole body tensing as his back arched "shit, there!" he whined "Taehyung, please, there..."

Taehyung huffed, sweat starting to trickle down his forehead as he leaned forward to kiss him - bending Jimin in half as he thrust forward again. Jimin moaned filthily into it as Taehyung hit his prostate. His noises were becoming animalistic as Taehyung drove against it with every thrust, tears leaking down his cheeks. Taehyung could feel it too, a warmth pooling in the base of his stomach - the hairs on his spine standing on edge as he neared his peak.

"I.. I'm close.. I'm.." Jimin whined, hands scrambling for Taehyung, nails digging into his back as he wrapped his arms around him. Their lips met together in a messy kiss, both far too gone to concentrate. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, Taehyung nipping at those gorgeous plush lips.

Jimin's thighs were shaking where they were pressed into his own chest but as soon as Taehyung circled his hand around his cock he was gone, moaning loudly into Taehyung's mouth as he splattered hot lines of come on to both Taehyung's hand and his hoodie.

Taehyung saw stars bloom behind his eyes as Jimin's hot walls contracted around his dick. The elder was mumbling for him to keep going through his fucked out state but it was barely two thrusts later that he came. His whole body shuddering with the force of it.

He flopped forward, going limp against Jimin from the sheer force of his orgasm. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come so hard. Maybe he never had.

A few moments later Jimin makes a noise of discomfort and Taehyung sits up off him, forgetting the boy was basically bent in half "shit, sorry."

"It's okay." Jimin smiles, wincing a little as Taehyung pulls out. The younger pulls off the condom, tying it quickly and throwing it into the little makeshift trash bag they had in the corner of the tent, when he turned back Jimin was peeling off his stained hoodie - shivering into the cold. Taehyung doesn't think before he's pulling out one of his own and offering it to him, not fully realising how intimate the action was.

Jimin's cheeks get impossibly redder as he takes the sweater from him. Taehyung turns away, digging in his bag for some wet wipes to clean them, when he's got himself sufficiently come and sweat free he gets a clean one for Jimin and turns to him. He can't help but smile in seeing the boy has it pulled to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"You always smell so good." Jimim mumbles, his voice sleepy and fucked out "like chocolate and coffee."

"You're so cute." Taehyung says before he can stop himself. Jimin hums noncommittally, taking the wipe from him to gently clean himself up. Now that he's coming down - Taehyung feels a little lost. He was big on aftercare but he didn't want to make Jimin uncomfortable...

"Are you gonna come cuddle me or not?" Jimin whines, throwing the wipe into the bag as he zips down the sleeping bag. He smiles, his shoulders relaxing as he shuffles into the material with Jimin, who immediately curls against his side, under his arm to rest his head on his shoulder. Taehyung sighs gently, his whole body relaxing as he lifts his hand to card through Jimin's slightly sweaty hair.

They sit in blissful quiet for a few moments, Taehyung concentrating on how wam Jimin was against him - wishing he could sleep like this every night. Jimin at his side.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Jimin breaks the quiet after a little while "or, would you rather I just tell you how I feel and we go from there?"

"You know me too well." Taehyung smiles, turning his head into Jimin's hair.

"Maybe it's just cause I'm in love with you." Jimin says quietly.

Taehyung's whole body freezes, his hand midway through brushing the elder's hair. Did he just hear that right? His mind is whirring when Jimin sighs.

"I shouldn't have said that, should I?" he mumbles, his voice laced with hurt and Taehyung feels like punching himself in the face "I'm sorry, I just couldn't not tell you any more, I think I'm driving Hoseok to an early grave with how much I talk about you-"

"Jimin." Taehyung says softly but the elder keeps going.

"I'm so sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, we can forget this ever happened if you want-"

Taehyung sighs "Chim?"

"- you're my best friend before anything and I-"

"Jimin!" Taehyung tucks a finger under his chin, making the elder look up from his chest to meet his eyes. Jimin sits up a little, looking up at him with big panicked eyes "breathe for me, baby."

Jimin sighs, his eyes closing "sorry."

Taehyung chuckles, cupping Jimin's cheek "don't be, I love you too, you complete idiot."

"Oh." Jimin breathes and it has Taehyung laughing.

"Oh? That's it ?" he giggles, he feels so fucking relieved and at the same time elated beyond words. Jimin felt the same.

He felt the same.

"I don't know what else to say." Jimin's words are quiet "I didn't expect you to reciprocate"

Taehyung almost rolls his eyes "with how completely whipped I am for everything you do, you can't be serious?"

Jimin giggles, the sound is gorgeous and Taehyung wants to hear it everyday for the rest of his life. The elder rests his chin on Taehyung's pec as he smiles up at him "where do we go from here?"

"Maybe for dinner." Taehyung movies, his hand returning to comb through Jimin's hair "or to a movie, but a date would be nice."

Jimin's smile grows so big his eyes disappear "yeah... I'd like that."

❤

Although he wasn't 100% serious in what he said, Jimin is in fact limping a little the next day. Taehyung can't help but smirk into his cup of tea as he watches Hoseok fuss over him. He came up with the terrible excuse that he must have just slept on it funny while throwing Taehyung an annoyed look.

"So, how was it?" Yoongi asks bluntly as he sits down beside Taehyung, the others deciding where they want to go today and Jimin saying he'll probably skip the hike.

Taehyung chokes on the mouthful of tea he was drinking , looking at Yoongi with wild eyes "w-what do you mean?"

"I walked past your tent to go piss last night." Yoongi says, his eyes looking mildly tired and just a little bit traumatised "with how loud Jimin was shouting your name I figure it was good."

Taehyung's entire body flushes red but he can't help but feel a little proud "yeah, it was." he mumbles and Yoongi groans.

"So are you guys together now?" he asks after a moment

"Yeah, kidna." Taehyung smiles "we're gonna go out together, when we get back."

"I'm happy for you." Yoongi grins, and it looks genuine.

"Maybe we can double date with you and Jungkook." he teases, revelling in how red Yoongi goes, spluttering out an excuse.

His eyes drift back to Jimin, who's currently clutching at Seokjin as he doubles over while laughing. He can't help but smile, he really couldn't wait until they got back.