[Summary]

Namjoon, Hoseok's best friend, wants to experiment. Hoseok offers himself.

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  Hoseok shifted on his bed, legs crisscrossing as he pressed his back into the headboard. He and his best friend usually do this every Thursday; they settle on Hoseok's bed and study for their big exams coming up. It was Namjoon's idea to start doing so, wanting to make sure he and his best friend gets decent grades— he forces Hoseok to study.

  "Did you get the notes in class today?" Namjoon asked, flipping through his notebook paper with an anxious bite to his lip.

  He had been looking through his binder for about ten minutes now, Hoseok merely watching as his friend went through a mini-crisis, trying to search for his notes. Hoseok shook his head with a sigh as he leaned forward and grabbed the binder from Namjoon. He does this sometimes, always overlooking and missing pages. So when Hoseok pulled out a piece of notebook paper that was piled with a bunch of others, Namjoon's eyes magnified.

  "Yes!" He took the paper right out of Hoseok's hand, holding it in the air with pure joy on his face. "I don't have to rewrite them!"

  Hoseok rolled his eyes as he laid back onto the headboard again. "Every time."

  Namjoon smiled bashfully back at him. "Thanks for finding it," he said as he closed the binder. He leaned back with Hoseok, putting his thick black glasses on and squinting down at the paper, his handwriting sloppy. Hoseok always liked Namjoon's writing. So messy, yet effortlessly pretty.

  He looked back down at his history book, jotting down his own notes down still. Namjoon writes without care, but Hoseok likes his notes to be fine and neat. Different colored pens, highlighted sentences, bulleted points, and even side notes sometimes. It always takes him longer to put down notes, but that's the way he can study the best. Plus, it always helps Namjoon as well. Whatever Namjoon doesn't have bulleted, Hoseok can help find.

  "You know," Namjoon started, holding his paper in Hoseok's direction to catch his attention as if his low, rough voice wasn't enough to do so. "Dionysus, the guy we're learning about, I've already known about him for a while," he told Hoseok.

  Hoseok looked up at him, their shoulders pressed together to keep their faces hardly inches apart. "You telling me that you don't even need to study?" he asked.

  Namjoon shook his head. "I can always study," he said, pressing his leg into Hoseok's, his skin on his. They were both wearing shorts, both cramped on the bed as usual. It's just something that has become normal with them. "I can help you, too." Namjoon smiled.

  "I'm still writing my notes."

  "You won't even need your notes," Namjoon said optimistically. The smaller of the two shook his head, opening a highlighter to mark a word. "I'm serious." Namjoon was more determined now. "You can ask me anything about this entire chapter we're testing on. I know everything," he said.

  Hoseok sighed at his best friend as he closed his marker and put it in the crease of his history book before closing it. He snatched Namjoon's notes from him and put both of them on the bed in front of him.

  "No cheating," he said as he turned to Namjoon. He scooted forward, crossing his legs as he turned towards the head of the bed, looking right at Namjoon. Namjoon crossed his legs as well, sitting up and ready to be quizzed by his friend. "Who is Thyrsus?"

  Namjoon chuckled. "Thyrsus isn't a person," he stated. "I'm pretty sure that's a staff."

  "Pretty sure," Hoseok repeated. "So you're not a million percent positive?"

  "I am." Namjoon huffed. "You are not confident in me, Jung Hoseok."

  Hoseok shook his head, watching as Namjoon nervously pressed his palms to his shorts. "Okay." He nodded, observing. "Who is Dionysus?" he asked an easy question.

  "God of wine."

  "What does he do?"

  "Hell, I don't know," Namjoon admitted. "Make wine? Something about fertility. I know more about other Greek Gods. The only thing I know about Dionysus is that he was the god of wine— and he maybe was gay. Or bisexual—"

  "Huh?" Hoseok's eyes widened at the sudden fact. He knew that there were chats about such things with Greek gods, but it was random to mention in his and Namjoon's quiz.

  Namjoon shrugged. "Dionysus isn't the one I studied the most about, but yeah, he liked men.  Zeus too. Apollo. I don't think they cared back then, to be honest," he said. "At least not like people care now. People suck now." He lowered his head.

  "Damn," Hoseok muttered. "Imagine being so carefree." They were getting off-topic.

  "Yeah." Namjoon sighed. "There's nothing wrong with loving who you love."

  Hoseok tilted his head, watching as Namjoon lifted his head back up, glancing back at Hoseok with those dark eyes of his, now more serious. "If I didn't know any better," Hoseok pressed his knee playfully against Namjoon's, nudging, "I'd say you're hinting at me."

  Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows. "Hinting at what?" he asked.

  "That you like men too." Hoseok's eyes widened at his own words, squeezing his hand comfortingly on Namjoon's knee. "Not that it's bad or anything," he said, digging himself deeper into his own hole. "It's okay. Like you said, love who you love."

  Namjoon chuckled as Hoseok pressed his thumb reassuringly into his skin. "I'm not gay if that's what you're asking." His dimples showed as he smiled at Hoseok, the poor boy cringing at himself. "But I'm not gonna say that for certain. After all, I've not even experimented with anyone. Who knows?"

Experiment...

  "Then do it," Hoseok blurted out. He froze again at his own words, wanting to rip his skin and shred it as Namjoon cocked an eyebrow at him, questioning him. He shook his head to shake it off. "I mean, there's no harm in it. Just find someone and test yourself, I- I guess. I don't know. I'm sounding stupid—"

  "No you're not," Namjoon said. "I've thought about doing it. Just didn't think anyone would really be interested in me like that."

  Hoseok looked up at Namjoon. He's got a handsome face, nice jawline, pretty dragon-like eyes that stare deep and darkly into yours, and his lips are fine too, really big. He always does this thing where he clenches his jaw, and Hoseok had seen it before, had seen girls go speechless when he does it. And Namjoon lately had been the talk of the school, building his muscles up. Hoseok noticed too.

  Namjoon used to be more fragile than he is now. His body was lanky and he was tall, like a big noodle. But ever since Namjoon started going to the gym, his chest has gotten broader, his arms and thighs thicker than before. He's building up his body in a dangerous way, considering how clumsy he is. He could step on Hoseok by now and it would squish his poor friend to death.

  But Namjoon looks fine.

  So why does he think that nobody would want him, Hoseok thinks to himself.

  "You never know until you ask," Hoseok mumbled. "You're not bad looking, Namjoon. Girls are literally all over you. And even that Jungkook kid in the gym always looks at you. What about him? Why not him?"

  Namjoon shrugged. "I don't want to do it with some stranger." He frowned to himself, picking at the hem of his t-shirt. "Can we.. not talk about this? You're uncomfortable."

  Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows. "No I'm not," he said, his voice faltering as he realized that Namjoon is the uncomfortable one. "Joonie, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm your best friend," he said, a smile forming as he rubbed Namjoon's knee for the extra reassurance. "I want you to be happy. I'll never judge you." He watched as Namjoon looked at him, eyes stern and jaw clenched— that exact look that makes girls gape at him like a bunch of fish.

  He gets it. He can see why girls will find it hot, the stern look on Namjoon's face, his muscles clenching and unclenching as he stares you down intensely. He understands.

  "You could experiment with me, you know." Now that he does not understand. He has no clue why the fuck he just said that.

  Namjoon let his mouth fall open as Hoseok's eyes expanded, now very unsure and incredibly worried as he looked into Namjoon's eyes. As Hoseok thought about what he just offered, he suddenly started to panic. He just offered to let Namjoon use him, but it would be experimenting for both of them.

  "You don't mean that," Namjoon said.

  But Hoseok shook his head. "It's perfect, though," he said to convince himself. "You want to experiment. I've never thought of doing so, but you know I'm always up for anything you wanna do. And you're not the only curious one here, you know." He shrugged. "A little experiment never hurt anyone."

  "Except it did and it does," Namjoon stated. "We can't experiment together. We're best friends. It'll be awkward after." He was panicking, Hoseok could tell. Namjoon was unsure as well, but at least Hoseok wasn't fully panicking at the idea anymore.

  "Why are you scared?" he asked. Namjoon glared at him, but Hoseok brushed it off. "You trust me and I trust you. I'm serious. You know I would never joke about these things."

  Namjoon averted his eyes. "You're just horny and you want someone to touch you."

  Hoseok chuckled. "Namjoon, never in our four years of friendship have I ever been horny for you," he said. "So if we can agree to have no strings attached, I'm willing to let you try and make me horny. Try me, Joonie."

  At that, Namjoon narrowed his eyes at his best friend, eyes dark and careless as he scanned Hoseok. He leaned off of the headboard and put his hand on Hoseok's leg, the whole thing covering the fabric of the thin shorts. Hoseok looked back up at Namjoon, breath hitching as he could still feel the hand inching closer towards his inner thigh, firm grip as he suddenly squeezed it. Hoseok gulped as he lunged both of his hands to Namjoon's shoulders, holding on to at least something to feel sane at the touches.

  "So." Namjoon leaned into Hoseok's ear, chuckling deep as he saw how red his skin was. Hoseok gripped tighter at the low chuckle, never had Namjoon in this type of position before. God, he hoped that Namjoon wasn't just joking around with him. "You want me to make you horny? Don't test me, Hoseok."

  Hoseok bit his lip as Namjoon's hand found his tiny waist, tugging him closer as he pressed a kiss to Hoseok's earlobe, then sticking his tongue out and sucking, pulling at his ear with his teeth. Hoseok's body was red hot as he felt a sensation send from his spine to his cock, swallowing thickly to ease himself.

  "You better not be fucking with me right now, Namjoon," he said, but it turned into a gasp as Namjoon squeezed his inner thigh again.

  "That was easy." Namjoon pulled away from Hoseok's ear. "Doesn't it feel good, baby?" He pressed his thumb deep into Hoseok, earning a small exhale from him. He held tighter onto Namjoon, wanting to curse.

  He pushed Namjoon back into the headboard, uncrossing his legs and crawling to Namjoon's lap as Namjoon did the same, uncrossing his legs and pulling Hoseok to him, following with what he wanted. Hoseok straddled himself on Namjoon's lap, the feeling foreign but very good. Very, very good.

  Hoseok's back arched as Namjoon's big hands pulled his waist forward, his flat stomach against Namjoon's toned abs. God, it felt good. That's all Hoseok could think. Good, good, good— he felt even better when he pressed his lips to Namjoon's, immediately moaning as Namjoon kissed him back, lips battling for dominance, the sound of smacking lips filling the room and Hoseok's low hums.

  Namjoon won the dominance war, biting at Hoseok's bottom lip and sucking, pulling his lip into his mouth for more. Hoseok's hands made their way to Namjoon's head, hair tangling in with his fingers as he pulled Namjoon closer, their tongues eventually finding each other in the battle. He pressed his hips down, choking as he felt Namjoon's hardening cock against his ass.

  It wasn't before long that Hoseok started rocking his hips, the feeling of Namjoon's big cock tenting from his silk shorts pressing into him. Namjoon let out a groan, his fingers gripping tight onto Hoseok, guiding his hips onto him. Hoseok was leaking in his shorts. His dick was hard, twitching at the small touches he was receiving from his best friend.

  "Don't it feel good, baby?" Hoseok repeated Namjoon's words as he pulled away from his swollen lips, moaning as Namjoon kissed him again, taking the words right out of him.

  Namjoon thrust his hips up into Hoseok, hissing and groaning as Hoseok continued to rock his hips with him. He let out a needy moan as Namjoon pulled him forward even more, his cock finally pressing against Namjoon's stomach— his abs. He whined endlessly as Namjoon kept that pace, thrusting his clothed cock into Hoseok's ass as Hoseok's cock slid against their stomachs.

  But then Namjoon pulled away from the kiss and wrapped his fingers into the waistband of Hoseok's shorts, pulling the stretchy material over Hoseok's cock, freeing it from the hell it was in. Another needy whine came from Hoseok as Namjoon spit in his hand and wrapped his hand around the shaft, covering the leaking cock in his saliva.

  Hoseok let out curses as Namjoon started to pump his cock, the head covered in precum. It should've been embarrassing, but Namjoon was whispering praises to him.

  Good, baby. You're doing good. So pretty. Such a pretty little cock, baby.

  God, it shouldn't feel like this. Hoseok wasn't planning in being a whining mess like this. He wasn't planning on letting his best friend jerk him off. He didn't know his body was going to ignite like this, his toes curling and lips parting with pretty moans leaving his mouth.

  It's so much— too much.

  "F-Fuck," he let out as his cock twitched, holding tight onto Namjoon as he released all over him, coming harder than ever.

  "Good, baby," Namjoon muttered as he milked the cum out of Hoseok, his hand slowly weakening as Hoseok twitched, overstimulated. "You're good, Seokie." He kissed Hoseok's jaw, taking his hand away from him and rubbing his thighs.

  Hoseok's legs felt like glue, but his thighs burning at the amount of riding he was doing. His body went to heaven, and he was suddenly coming back from that euphoric feeling, eyes settling on Namjoon.

  "S-Shorts off," he said as he backed away from Namjoon, settling on his lower thighs and waiting for Namjoon to do so, waiting patiently as Namjoon slid his shorts down. Hoseok licked his lips as his cock sprung out, free from the fabric. He pulled the shorts down the rest of the way, helping Namjoon before he got on his knees and bent over, ass in the air as he leaned down to the head of his cock.

  He was in a position where he couldn't look up at Namjoon, but as he spits on the head, he could feel Namjoon's hand suddenly grip onto the back of his hair, tugging softly.

  Hoseok wrapped his hand around Namjoon's cock, spreading the saliva and suddenly questioning how the hell he was going to do this. Namjoon is big. His cock is long and thick, just like he is. How the fuck is Hoseok going to do this? He's never even sucked cock before. What if he's not good?

  Good baby, Hoseok remembers hearing from Namjoon earlier. You're doing good.

  He stroked Namjoon one last time and then pressed a small kiss to his head, just to test the water. Then he kissed again, this time lingering, pressing his tongue out to leave a kitten lick. He could feel Namjoon's grip tighten. Must be a good sign, so Hoseok teased at him, licking over the head and wrapping his lips only barely onto the tip and pulling away, circling his tongue again.

  "Shit, Hoseok."

  Hoseok went further, opening his mouth and only taking the head in, swirling his tongue as he heard Namjoon curse some more. He lowered himself, flattening his tongue against the base of the cock, the tip of his tongue tracing a vein as he did so. And then he went even further, this time deciding to go as far as he could, straining as Namjoon's cock hit the back of his throat. He tried not to gag, swallowing by accident, but earning a slight push from Namjoon, making his cock go in further, choking him.

  He pulled away, inhaling deeply before he went back in, this time sure of himself as he did the same thing, slowly sinking down on Namjoon's cock. Though he couldn't get all the way there, he decided it was good enough as he positioned himself and bopped his head, humming as Namjoon's cock slid in and out of his throat, loving the way Namjoon couldn't focus on where to put his hands.

  Namjoon's hand trailed down Hoseok's back, massaging his palm into his spine, reaching his long arm back to his ass, grabbing onto him, and then unexpectedly spanking him.

  Hoseok gasped, his mouth leaving Namjoon's cock sloppily, saliva coating it. He panted, pressing his ass into the air at the feeling of a fiery sting on his skin.

  "Again," he said. Another hard smack against his ass and Hoseok felt his cock twitch again. "Fuck, Joonie." He got a grip, wrapping his lips around Namjoon again. This isn't about him anymore. Namjoon needs to come.

  He will make it happen.

  Smack.

  Hoseok moaned around Namjoon's cock, sinking more, more, more, wondering what it would be like if Namjoon's cock was inside of him right now. His ass was on fire with every smack, and his hole started to open and close around nothing. Namjoon's cock would absolutely wreck Hoseok's ass, if only it were inside of him. Hoseok sank down all the way, imaging it being inside of his fluttering hole instead of his throat.

  Namjoon cursed as Hoseok took his cock all the way, swallowing and humming, eyes closed to imagine how good this cock would be inside of him right now. He was sloppy as he sucked Namjoon, but it felt so good.

  "I'm gonna come, Seokie," Namjoon panted, trying hard not to thrust up.

  Hoseok sped his pace, not caring about the warning. He wants all of Namjoon. But as Namjoon's dick twitched in his mouth, he panicked as cum started to squirt down his throat. He pulled off, some cum squirting onto his mouth and chin. He looked up at Namjoon, the sweat dripping from his clenched jaw, his head pressed into the headboard and eyes shut, his climax taking over him.

  His eyes slowly opened and he looked down into Hoseok's eyes as Hoseok began to lick the cum off of his lips like a wet dream.

  "God, Hoseok," Namjoon hit his head against the headboard again, clearly affected by his friend's action. Hoseok smirked at him even though his throat felt empty now, wishing they had gone a little further.

  "You like spanking?" he asked.

  Namjoon glared down at the amusement in Hoseok's voice. "You liked it, too." He spanked Hoseok again, earning a whine as Hoseok let his head fall in embarrassment. "You took my dick all the way. Must be desperate."

  Hoseok tossed over onto the bed, laying back onto his pillow and stretching his tense muscles. "Yeah, well," it felt good, "don't get too excited about it, Joon."

  "It was good," Namjoon confessed.

  He won't admit it, but hearing that made Hoseok feel satisfied. As Namjoon pulled his shorts back up, Hoseok rolled off of the bed and looked at what a mess they were.

  "You're lucky you have extra clothes here," he told Namjoon. "Go take a shower. You have more of my cum on you than I do."

  "So no round two?" Namjoon asked. Hoseok eyed him, the cruel grin on Namjoon's face making him skeptical of accepting.

  "Horny bastard."

  "Is that a yes?" Namjoon asked. A moment of silence, glaring at the younger.

  "Fine."

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