27. Garage of secrets

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The rain was banging against the garage roof when Jungkook's fingers were scrolling over the messages on his phone over and over again.

'You haven't been on the concert?'

'How mad I was at you I haven't cheated on you.'

'That guy have touched me against my will.'

'I have kicked his ass.'

'Please, write back, I miss you.'

The last message bringing heat to Jungkook's face, as he was missing Jimin even more. Taehyung's words still ringing in his head, but Jungkook couldn't get over the shock. He has known Tae since middle school, they have always been best friends so he would have never, never ever came to that idea.

My life is falling apart since Jimin appeared, he thought leaving the phone on the desk then walking to the couch to lay down and listen to the rain. The gutter generator will definitely produce some power today, but he couldn't care less, it was a stupid and immature experiment anyway, like everything he was doing. There was a crack, a moment later the garage door was pulled open and mum's voice came.

"He's here again, he hasn't been so good lately. I guess he had argued with Taehyung. Hopefully you visiting him will help him?"

"I'll do my best miss," Jimin's voice brought goosebumps all over Jungkook's body.

What was he doing here right after his concert?

"I'll leave you boys alone," mum closed the door behind herself when Jungkook was lying there listening to the rain and his pounding heartbeat.

Jimin let out a long sigh, approaching to softly sit down on the edge of the couch, his burning hand gave Jungkook and electrical shock when his idol tangled those warm fingers between his hair.

"Koo..."

Jungkook sniffed, it was too much to take.

"Hey! What happened? If you don't want me here," Jimin moved his palm away getting up but Jungkook reacted before he could think pulling him back.

"No! Stay!" He gasped.

Those dark eyes meeting his like the whole starry sky, when Jimin chuckled sitting back on the used couch.

"Are you still mad at me?" He asked.

"No," Jungkook was holding his hand caressing circles into it gently, his body in such an uproar he couldn't name.

"Speak to me," whispered Jimin bending over him to move his fingertips over his face tracing the shape of his lips.

Jungkook only shook his head as his mind had never been so empty.

"No?" Jimin was chuckling. "You don't want to speak to me?" He was now so close his hot breath was fanning over Jungkook's face and the boy stretched his lips out to touch those pillow like while pulling Jimin down on himself so both melted in that soft kiss.

Ah that felt right, he had missed it for so many days. The music of the rain becoming distant, the whole world blurring out so it was just them there, lips on lips, a perfect connection, a soft peck deepening when Jungkook opened his mouth to welcome Jimin's delicious moisture, that smooth tongue which has taught him how to kiss. Jimin moved lying on him pressing him to the couch while kissing deeply, Jungkook's hands were caressing his shoulders and back, down to his thighs underneath that soft cuddly hoodie, over that burning skin. No words needed just that touch here, both trying to breath with the corners of their mouths while they didn't want to break the kiss when Jungkook was pulling the boy's hoodie up, till Jimin helped him to remove it so he was now here, perfection of a man sitting on his lap with exposed abs gasping for air. Jungkook could melt into a puddle at that sight his fingers gently tracing the lines of Jimin's chest, the flood of longing hitting his body making him so aroused.

Jimin was watching him biting that pulp lip in as if considering something and Jungkook's heart became one beating mess, but the man moved a bit up to pull his sweatpants and underwear down, his cheeks a bit flushed, a meaningful smile wandering over his face when Jungkook's eyes raised open at how ready he was.

The blanket he was covered with had been pulled up and he could feel Jimin's smooth hands caressing over his body tangling over the hem of his pajama pants to slowly uncover his length. Jungkook gasped, it became dark in front of his eyes from hyperventilating.

Jimin only chuckled leaning in to pecks his lips and neck while moving his hips over his lower body so their lengths rubbed.

"Ah!" Jungkook almost yelled bending out, but Jimin was slowly grinding himself against him that fraction driving him insane while he was helping his idol crush to remove the rests of his clothes, so in seconds there was only skin on skin, wet, burning, so good. Jungkook's sane mind clouding completely and he was touching Jimin anywhere he could reach while those insane lips were wasting his neck definitely kissing it down to hickeys. Both so high now, so damn ready it was painful and Jungkook was panting tossing over the pillows.

"Take me," whispered Jimin sucking his ear in.

"I don't know how," Jungkook was like star struck.

"Like in your imagination," Jimin chuckled against his lips, Jungkook's whole body trembling like by some sudden fever and he was collecting himself to slowly flip them over in that limited space. Jimin ethereal, resting on the pillow with that mess of fluffy hair sticking in all directions, flushed cheeks and glowing eyes, lips bent out as if begging for more pleasure. Jungkook's head empty, as no science could help him now, nothing he has ever learned seemed relevant. Jimin caressed into his hair spreading his thighs to move his heel in between Jungkook's butts.

"You wanted that, what are you waiting for?" He giggled, that clear laughter so beautiful Jungkook was falling without hold.

"It's my first time," he whispered.

"I know," Jimin became serious massaging the backside of his neck in smoothing movements.

Jungkook nodded trying to stay somehow alive while slowly feeling that place out with his trembling finger. It seemed so thigh, how will he get into. His breath turning into rapid panting but Jimin was completely calm caressing his body gently as if he wanted to give him his courage. The temperature raising like madness especially as he was closer now, slowly removing his finger to touch that place with his tip which leaked immediately.

"Like that, now in," that soft voice alabaster like melting in his heart.

His heart banging so loudly he wasn't sure if it won't leave his chest, the breaths he was trying to take in hyperventilating and he resembled a fish thrown out of water.

"Koo, shush, it's ok. Do only as much as is comfortable for you," Jimin pulled him closer ruffling his hair to softly kiss over his face.

Be a man, make Jimin feel right, that tiny voice at the back of his head was telling Jungkook off.

"I'm scared," he whispered.

"So do what you know first," Jimin cuddled to him giving his shoulder a wet kiss.

Jungkook was holding on into him panting madly trying to win himself back from that emotional wreck he has become. His lips finding Jimin's to kiss in hungrily and still that madness which was tearing on his body bringing it to trembling. That ecstatic movement of his tongue all over the inside of his love's mouth sparked along his skin like a rapid fire breaking out and he moved his hips, his tip digging into some tight place that was fighting with letting him in, but, before his mind could fully register what he was doing Jungkook pushed through falling into that depth which was opening up for him. Jimin moaned in pain clinging his sweaty hands to his body trying to hold on when Jungkook pulled back from the kiss looking at him stunned.

"Ah Kookie, you should see your face," Jimin giggled. "You've found it now damn move," that smooth heel kicked his backbone playfully and Jungkook must as well be dying from embarrassment, so he hid his face in the crack of Jimin's neck getting completely high on his skin while moving his hips clumsily. He really hoped he wasn't doing more damage than good, and that Jimin enjoyed it anyway when he was slowly finding a strange rhythm getting so high on the contact on that soft a bit moisture depth he was digging into that his climax skyrocketed, bursting out like a volcano into his cells. Jungkook yelled trying to hold on, but it was too late, he exploded like an avalanche filling that opening with his rapid climax, touching stars like never before, trembling in that fading craziness, while there were soft hands tracing his body, kisses in his hair. The silence banging in the garage and Jungkook broke out into sudden tears.

"Kookie," Jimin sighed.

"I fucked up," he sniffed, but Jimin only laughed.

"How do you want to master sex doing it the first time?" That questions hanging between them when Jungkook was lying there sniffing.

"You should have."

"I can, but I prefer to be topped," Jimin was caressing over his hair and neck.

"So maybe you have found the wrong guy for it," muttered Jungkook darkly.

"Get out of me, it hurts a bit, then we will move it underneath the shower maybe the second try will be better."

Jungkook nodded. He needed a second for his brain to click, so he could find a way to move out. Jimin winced again, but was holding it in bravely, moving a little bit on his side so Jungkook turned and both were now resting in each other's arms, Jimin observing him, but he wasn't daring to look up.

His self esteem even lower after what has happened, his fingertips caressing down Jimin's abs to his still a bit aroused length, a crazy idea coming to him so he moved down on the couch pressing his lips to those rich nipples, licking the lines of those amazing abs to suck into the round belly button. Jimin gasped, his length reacting immediately so Jungkook continued kissing over his v-line, the perfectly shaven pubic hair area to close his mouth over that length. Maybe Jimin was right, he should start with what he already knew then build up on that, like during science classes or building a rain gutter power generator.

"Ah! Yes!" Jimin bent out on the couch taking his hair into his fist bringing himself deeper into Jungkook's mouth to cut off all his thoughts. The whole world not present anymore, the rain sounds long faded, everything on delay, the world could end now, Jungkook would never notice too caught up in that fascinating adventure he was exploring while thrusting his mouth over Jimin's length, caressing his thighs and butts to press two fingers in and receive a loud yell. Jimin was whimpering, falling completely into him and Jungkook relaxed, overtaken by lust that was leading him. If one day he could do equal things to Jimin with his d* that would be something. Everything fading though, in the spasm all over his face, that oral love bringing him into new dimensions and Jimin was moving his hips, holding on to his hair slamming into his mouth so hard Jungkook was barely breathing, but it continued, a mad ride further till his love exploded and he swallowed all down allowing that taste to bring him into a hypnotic state.

"Ah!" Jimin fell back trembling when Jungkook was licking him clean gluing his lips to that rich tip in a slow kiss that had him all hard again. Will they continue like this forever, what time was it actually? What if someone comes in? What if mum?

Jungkook trembled from fear raising his head to glance at the door but the room seemed to be swimming in his head.

"Come here," Jimin stretched his arms out so Jungkook cuddled to him lying flat on his body their lips meeting in sweet pecks.

"Continue," whispered Jimin.

"I will," Jungkook was burning, his mind and body overtaken by some trance as he didn't want anything else just stay like this and explore Jimin's body, the whole night preferably.

"Do you have lube? You're almost ready, we could try it one more time?" Jimin's eyes were glittering.

"Um... no," Jungkook blushed, he had never needed it until now.

"What about shower gel?" Jimin raised his brow.

"I have," the heat was storming to Jungkook's face.

"In the house?" Jimin was watching him impatiently caressing over his hip and butt.

"Here, there's a shower over there," Jungkook was trembling, unable to grasp his most desired man, his idol crush, his dream boyfriend was here in his arms and he has just lost his virginity to him.

"There's a shower here?" Jimin shook his head laughing.

"What?"

"Nothing, come," Jimin giggled trying to sit up but Jungkook pulled him back pressing to the pillow and kissing hungrily.

"Ah! Hold that in for a few more moments," Jimin was grinning when he freed himself of that avalanche of passion, both struggling to sit up, Jungkook's body burning and heavy at once but he allowed Jimin to take his hand and lead him through the garage, over that rough concrete floor into the chilly air of that tiny shower cabin he had installed here.

"I hope it has warm water," Jimin's eyes were like half moons, glittering in the darkness and Jungkook only nodded as he was unable to speak now. Both stumbling to that wall he pressed Jimin to, the cold scream hitting them, so Jimin squealed, but it was slowly warming up raining over them making a mess of Jimin's fluffy hair and Jungkook was star struck watching.

"Don't just stare, touch me," begged Jimin pulling him towards himself by his hips so Jungkook was suddenly pressed to his burning body taking rapid breaths on his favorite lips. Jimin reached for the shower gel to massage up his body tracing the shapes of his tattoos and Jungkook was levitating from desire. Jimin had fascinating ways to teach him how to make love in a speed tempo. Jungkook's trembling palms were finding the shower gel and rubbing over the curves of Jimin's figure, their lips filled each other again with smooth tongues double wet underneath the running water. Like salvation to all their heartbreak, like if they had been made for each other before they were even born. It was just the rain outside, the rain of the shower and their beating hearts, the rain of affection, slow, passionate, refined, endless kissing and touches.

"Do you want to try again," whispered Jimin biting into his earlobe.

Thank you so much for your amazing feedback. I hope you enjoyed the hot Jikook chapter. What do you think about Jungkook's first time? How will their night continue?

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