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littlejuicebox · 20 days

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A Pocket Full of Rainbows, A Star Up My Sleeve (1950s AU) / Chapter 1: The Drive In

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Summary: It's 1957, and for the first time in his life, Astarion Ancunin is happy. He's a newlywed, his spouse, Gustav Adler, is the editor-in-chief of the city's second most prominent newspaper, and they play keeping up with the Atherwindes next door. They are picture-perfect domesticity. Or so it seems. Secrets Astarion has kept hidden from his spouse begin to surface around their first anniversary, and Gustav is left to wonder... who exactly did he marry?

Tags/Warnings: This one starts off with smut (light BDSM if you squint and tilt your head) in Chapter 1 so there's that. This longfic will have a lot of hurt/angst/comfort + mild gore + mentions of Astarion's past trauma. I will update with a warning if there is a significant concern in any chapter.

Notes: Special thanks to @leomonae for beta-reading and holding my hand while I write this entire thing that has taken hold of me body and soul. And special thanks to all the awesome supportive people on my discord server that have hyped me up enough to give me the courage to post this.

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Cigar smoke spirals out of the barely cracked mahogany door and into the newsroom as the editor-in-chief, Gustav Adler, finalizes the layout for this weekend’s edition of the Baldur’s Herald. He’s running late — he should have been halfway home, by now. His wife is going to be furious with him if they miss the beginning of the movie.

But this story has a chance of finally getting the Baldur’s Herald ahead of the Baldur’s Gate Gazette; he has to get it just right. There is still more investigation to be done, of course, but no one can deny several missing persons and multiple eyewitness reports of a mindflayer in the lower city. It’s certainly enough to sell papers and promote intrigue.

The paper had gotten a decent boost when he’d been promoted to editor-in-chief a few years ago. The promotion of an openly gay man – a half-drow, nonetheless – to the position had garnered quite a bit of attention. Good and bad, of course. But as the saying goes, all publicity is good publicity.

In the Herald’s case, that had been true. The groundbreaking move had put the previously small paper on the map and quickly catapulted it to second place in the rankings, where it had been ever since. Tav was convinced it would only take one powerful story to overtake the Gazette; he felt confident the culmination of this story would be the one to do it.

A rapid knock on the door pulls Gustav from his work as he takes another drag of his nearly finished cigar; his top investigator, Karlach, is leaning against the door jamb.

“There’s been another mindflayer sighting. Dekarios is on the ground now, I’m on my way to meet him,” she says, her eyes alight with excitement. The tiefling had been chasing this story for weeks and finally had enough for her article to make the front page of this weekend’s issue.

“Excellent — I’ll be back in the office tomorrow morning, Kar. I expect an update then. I would go with you two, but the wife won’t forgive me if I cancel two weeks in a row,” Gustav responds as he extinguishes his cigar in the unfinished coffee that sat atop his desk all day.

Karlach chuckles good-naturedly as she straightens from the doorframe and moves to put on the suit jacket she’d been holding in her hand. “Tell Astarion I said hello; and thank him again for mending this for me.”

“Will do— oh, and Karlach, can you run this by the printers before you head out? It’s the final layout for the weekend edition,” the editor-in-chief says as he moves to exit his own office. He hands the mock-up to his journalist and heads out of the building for the night. In the parking lot, Gustav rushes to his car and hopes his wife isn’t too terribly upset with him for being a bit late.

Astarion had been Gustav’s secretary for nearly six months before he finally worked up the courage to ask the other man on a date. It was never easy for Tav, doing such a thing, although sexuality laws had changed in his early adulthood and it was common to see people just like him about the city nowadays.

He couldn’t have assumed Astarion was interested in men simply because he alternated between wearing suits and dresses – which had been, of course, one of the things that caught Tav’s attention and fascinated him early on. Astarion managed to look breathtaking in both; Gustav had never seen anything quite like him and spent more time than he should have admiring his secretary sitting just outside his office door. As it turned out, Astarion had been flirting with him for months; he had always worried he was misinterpreting the signals.

It wasn’t until Karlach hassled him for a week that Tav finally broke down and asked Astarion to dinner. They dated for just under a year, and married as soon as they were legally allowed – all legal documentation still required assigned roles of husband and wife, and in the public sense, these designations were required across the board. They’d randomly assigned titles with the flip of a coin.

It seemed ridiculous, in the beginning. Bureaucracy and politics could be so short-sighted; the world never seemed to dot all its i's and cross all its t’s before moving on to the next agenda. In public, the couple always used the assigned titles; at first, this had been mostly to avoid confusion or ignorant comments. But then one night, Gustav had jokingly called Astarion his “wife” and it had instantly ignited something within his lover. He’d never seen his spouse so excited in bed until that moment.

From then on, in public and in private, Astarion was his wife. The word just had different meanings depending on context. As an editor, Gustav could wholeheartedly appreciate the subtleties of the phrase; as a husband, he loved the effect the word had on his wife when they were in bed.

As Gustav pulls up to the brownstone townhouse he and Astarion share, he immediately notices the new gardenia shrubs and mulch surrounding the Atherwinde’s front stoop. A soft groan of annoyance escapes his lips; he’d planned to tend their own garden next weekend, but now he would have to move that project up. He was not about to let their annoying nextdoor neighbor, Edmund Atherwinde, throw subtle remarks at him for an entire week whenever they ran into one another while leaving for work. Gustav is almost certain Eddie waits to see when he comes out in the morning, just to harass him as they both climb into their Chevrolet Bel-Airs. Gustav’s is the most recent model; Eddie’s is last year’s model. Not that he’s comparing, of course.

He glances at his wristwatch; it’s twenty minutes past the time he was supposed to be home. They should still be able to eat dinner and make it to the drive-in. He grabs the bow-wrapped box from the backseat and then makes his way into the townhome.

A quick jangle of keys echoes through the short foyer before Gustav calls, “Astarion, I’m home!”

“You’re late,” a cool, clipped voice replies from the kitchen. “I’ve had to keep dinner warm in the oven for twenty minutes, Tav.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Gustav responds as he moves to join his wife. He presents the box to Astarion with a toothy smile and a wink. “But, perhaps this will make it up to you.”

The scowl that had been painted across Astarion’s face soon pulls up into a grin as he takes the box from Tav. A quick tug of the black grosgrain ribbon reveals the present inside – a mink stole. A soft gasp escapes Astarion as he removes the fur shawl from the packaging and wraps it around his shoulders.

“Gorgeous,” Gustav compliments as he admires his lover. “I think it will go well with the gown you plan on wearing for our anniversary dinner.”

“Of course it will, darling,” Astarion responds before lifting onto his toes and pressing a kiss against his husband’s cheek, right upon the old scar Gustav got back in his military days. “It’s beautiful, thank you. Now, dinner, dear– and we’d better hurry.”

Dinner was nothing to write home about. Astarion was a fair to middling cook nowadays – in the beginning of their marriage, he’d burnt nearly every meal he made. Almost a year later, he’d managed to get the hang of a few simple recipes. Gustav, to his credit, never complained. All his time in the military taught him to accept far meager offerings than his wife’s creations; if he could eat cold beans from an aluminum can, he could handle a slightly charred meatloaf.

They made it to the drive in just as the last previews finished. Astarion had been exceptionally excited to see this film – a horror movie about vampires, of all things. Gustav was not particularly interested in the movie, but willingly endured for his wife’s happiness. Until, of course, Astarion pressed up against him a little over halfway through the film – an innocent reaction to the scene playing on screen – and gripped dangerously high on Gustav’s thigh.

Desire immediately flared through Tav, and when he turned to look at his wife, he wanted nothing more than to smear the perfectly painted red lipstick on the other man’s lips. So he did.

They were locked in a passionate kiss for several minutes, the movie all but forgotten. Their tongues wrapped around one another in a familiar embrace, a comfortable dance the two of them had become accustomed to. It did not take long for Gustav to begin advancing eagerly upon his wife.

“You’re insatiable,” Astarion chuckles as his lover playfully nips into his neck. A delighted shiver ghosts up his spine.

“Can you blame me?” Gustav asks as his lips trail to his lover’s chest, just exposed by the neckline of Astarion’s collared dress. His tongue swirls along alabaster skin before a sly hand moves under the skirt hem. “You’re delicious… and I’d very much like to have a taste.”

Gustav’s thick, purple-gray fingers run along the inside of Astarion’s pale, muscled thigh and travel all the way up to the edge of a sheer, nylon stocking. He quickly finds a garter strap, pulls, and releases the elastic band. Astarion jumps and gasps as the skin on his leg turns into gooseflesh; his husband palms insistently between his legs.

“S-surely you don’t mean here, Tav,” Astarion whispers, his legs spreading slightly, making more room to accommodate the hand teasing his hardening cock. But even as Astarion says it, he’s hoping his husband actually does mean here – the mere thought of such a scandalous act is causing arousal to dampen the front of his undergarments.

“Mmh, and why not?” Gustav asks, already beginning to slide from his seat, down to the floorboard. He wanders his hand down under the seat and pushes it back as far as it will go. It isn’t much, but enough for him to comfortably kneel between Astarion’s legs. He brings his hands to his wife’s knees and slowly presses them open with a sly smile.

“I…” Astarion tries to respond, his face suddenly feeling quite hot as a blush of both embarrassment and desire spreads across his skin. His mouth goes dry as he looks down at the man between his legs. Gustav is slowly pushing up the hem of Astarion’s skirt and peering up at his lover as he licks his lips.

“Do you want me to stop?” He questions, cocking his head just slightly. When his wife doesn’t respond, he begins to lower Astarion’s skirt; his purple-gray hand is suddenly caught between slender, milky-white fingers.

“Keep going,” Astarion quietly urges before casting a glance out the window. They’re in the final row of the drive-in. Only one other car is in the same row as them, and the couple in that car are far too distracted by one another’s mouths to pay any mind to the two men.

Gustav hums happily as he unceremoniously lifts Astarion’s skirt and drops his head underneath; he’s greeted with a pale, leaking cock straining against a pair of sheer, silk panties. The sight causes his own cock to stir in his trousers.

“Now be a good little wife and hold very, very still for me, baby,” Gustav commands with a final snap of Astarion’s garter strap. His wife gasps and squirms in his seat before obediently stilling. Tav doesn’t waste any more time with foreplay; his hands come under Astarion’s dress and quickly tear the underwear in two – he’ll buy a replacement pair later. Astarion’s cock springs proudly from its confines, bobbing slightly and begging to be sucked.

Tav brings both hands to the pale thighs on either side of his head as he pulls Astarion’s cock into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the head languidly, causing more pre-fluid to leak onto his tongue. The salty, musky taste makes his mouth water in delight. He’s certain he will never tire of tasting his wife.

A whimper escapes Astarion’s lips when his husband takes all of his length. Gustav’s warm, wet throat contracts around Astarion’s cock and then, much too soon, he retracts and begins to swirl his tongue around its pink, swollen head. Tav repeats this several times and each time his throat squeezes around Astarion, it takes everything within him to not buck upwards. His thighs are trembling. He so badly wants to move, to seek the heat of his lover’s mouth. But he wants to be a good wife, so he forces himself to obey the command.

The excited keening becomes louder and more insistent the longer Gustav teases him. By now the movie is almost over, and Astarion is catching flashes of the end scene through blurred vision and panting breaths. He clamps his eyes shut as Gustav, once again, swallows him to the hilt. This time his husband holds the position and hums, both hands squeezing into Astarion’s thighs.

“Aah, Tav–” Astarion whimpers, his tone pleading, “Tav, please–”

But Gustav retracts and his wife whines. He cannot help but smile at the neediness. He forces Astarion’s skirt up over his thighs, exposing his arousal-slicked face and his lover’s hard, weeping cock all at once. He peers up at his wife with a pleased smirk; Astarion meets him with half-hooded lids and blown pupils.

“Already, baby? Really?” Gustav purrs, one hand coming to caress Astarion’s scrotum. He applies a light bit of pressure and admires the way pre-fluid dribbles from his lover’s desperate cock. His tongue darts out to slowly lap up the string of clear liquid running down Astarion’s shaft. “I don’t think I’ve worshiped my wife quite long enough.”

Astarion impatiently squirms in his seat. He’d been doing a rather excellent job holding still until now, but the ache between his legs is growing increasingly insistent, and his husband has teased him long enough. When Gustav’s hands wrap around his cock he moans and his head falls back reflexively. The movie’s end credits are starting to roll.

“Please, Gustav… I can’t– I can’t any longer, please–” Astarion begs, through sharp shaking breaths. His hips stutter forward insistently into the other man’s fists.

“Very well,” Gustav responds, and with little warning he drops his hands and takes all of Astarion in his mouth again. Pale fingers clutch into Tav’s cropped white hair, pulling slightly just at the nape of his neck. He hums his encouragement as he bobs his head up and down the length of his wife’s cock, covering it in saliva and spreading the growing amounts of pre-fluid dripping from its tip.

Gustav can tell by the breathy keening sounds his wife is making that he is close to release. His own cock is straining within his trousers – but that can wait until they get home. The first orgasm always leaves Astarion desperate for more, anyway.

Tav swallows Astarion’s length once again, intentionally contracting his throat around the pale cock in his mouth. His wife bites back a moan and comes, hips thrusting up as warm seed spills down Tav’s throat. Astarion’s cock continues to pulse for a while longer, and Tav expertly swallows every last drop of his lover’s spend.

When he feels the other man’s fingers retract from his hair, Gustav carefully pulls back and releases Astarion’s slowly softening cock. He swirls his tongue around the tip one last time, forcing a final whimper from his lover before easing back and placing a few kisses against Astarion’s thigh.

“Darling,” Astarion pants as he runs his fingers through sweat-drenched curls. His lipstick is completely smeared across his face; he looks wrecked. “Take me home and make love to me.”

Gustav grins in response as he begins to climb back into the driver’s seat. Many of the cars in the lot have pulled away by now. “Anything for my beautiful wife.”

They crash through the townhome door, a mess of half-removed clothing and desire. Astarion shoves Tav against the front entrance as soon as it shuts behind them and grinds himself along Tav’s thigh. The rotary phone in the living room is ringing, but they pay it no mind.

Gustav quickly undoes the buttons of his wife’s dress and strips it from his body. He’s entirely naked underneath, save the garter belt and stockings – the ruined bits of underwear were left on the floorboard of the car. Astarion is undoing his husband’s belt buckle when the phone stops ringing; he moves to drop to his knees right in front of Tav, but he is quickly pulled back up.

“Not here on the tile, baby. It’s much too hard,” he murmurs as he guides his wife over to the carpeted living room. As soon as they’re in front of the couch, Astarion rips Tav’s trousers and undergarments off in one swift motion and then guides his husband to sit on the serpentine sofa.

“Now, darling, let me repay you for earlier,” Astarion purrs as his hands teasingly slide up his lover’s purple thighs. He’s just about to take Gustav’s cock in his hands when the phone begins ringing again; it’s a sharp, shrill, distracting sound.

Gustav groans in irritation. He quickly leans over to pull the handset from the stand and uses a finger to hang up on the caller. He tosses the receiver haphazardly, leaving it off the hook so that the phone will not ring and interrupt him and his wife again. It’s well past ten at night; whoever is calling can wait until the morning and call back then.

He turns his attention back to Astarion and smiles. Then, he reaches out and brings two fingers under his wife’s chin before he gently presses upwards. They meet one another with a slow, gentle kiss. When Gustav retracts, Astarion is staring up at him in wide-eyed adoration.

“Now, where were we?” Gustav asks. Astarion chuckles in response before wrapping two pale hands around the cock in front of him; it’s already leaking in anticipation as he slowly strokes up and down the length.

“I think we were just getting to the good part, my love,” Astarion murmurs, peering up at his husband through hooded lids before dropping his head to take Gustav between a pair of lipstick-smeared lips.

The phone stays off the hook for the rest of the night.

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christinesolstice · 1 year

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You're My Type

Summary: Jimin has not been in a relationship in years even though his best friend, Taehyung, and Taehyung's boyfriend, Seokjin, often invite him into their relationship and into their bed. Jimin decides he wants a night out dancing and convinces his best friend to go with him. What he doesn't expect is to meet a six-foot tall, golden haired man that he can't keep his eyes nor his hands off of. Will this blossom into something more?

“Come ooonnnn TaeTae, you know you want to go with meeee.” Jimin pouted at his best friend, his hand tugging on Taehyung's short-sleeved shirt, doing his best to appear overly sad and wounded.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and laid his head back on the leather couch, his brown curls falling into disarray. Taehyung pressed the pause button on the game controller he was holding and huffed loudly in semi-annoyance. By now, he was well used to Jimin’s neediness, and most of the time he found it endearing. But Taehyung had waited months for this new shooter game to come out and his boyfriend had stood in line for hours for the midnight release, just to be able to surprise Taehyung with the game for his birthday.

Jimin and Taehyung had been best friends since their Senior year of high school. Jimin was being picked on by the school’s biggest bully and had been tripped onto the concrete outside of the school, his uniform pants ripping at the knee and his leg skinned and bleeding from his fall. The bully had just called Jimin a, “fucking fairy freak,” when Taehyung, the new kid in school, had come up and punched the bully square in the face. Taehyung had then grabbed Jimin’s smaller hand, jerked him up off of the ground and took off running, dragging Jimin after him. They had made it two blocks away from the school before they both collapsed against a fence, panting heavily. Jimin looked up, eyeing Taehyung warily and Taehyung gave him a huge boxy smile. “I think that counts as my exercise for the week,” Taehyung had said, causing Jimin to laugh for the first time in what felt like months.

After that moment, the two had become practically inseparable. One could rarely ever be seen without the other one. You could say that, in a way, they had fallen for each other at first punch.

Jimin and Taehyung had spent every day that they could together, even enrolling into the same art college – Jimin going into fashion design and Taehyung into photography. In their first year of college, they were even able to share a dorm room and together they shared the struggling artist lifestyle. After college they were able to find a small apartment that they could afford with their side jobs as they worked towards making their dreams come true. They were each other’s best friend, most trusted confidant and eventually they even became lovers for a time before realizing that it would never work out between them romantically, and so while they decided to share intimacy, they also decided not be romantically involved.

Taehyung had been Jimin’s first, in many ways. Taehyung was Jimin’s first real kiss, his first real date, his first all-night cuddle buddy, his first sexual encounter in any way and, eventually, became the one to take Jimin’s virginity. Taehyung was definitely not as innocent as Jimin when they met, but Taehyung experienced a lot of his firsts with Jimin as well. For the first time, Taehyung had someone that he could trust with every single piece of his being, every single piece of his heart. For once in his life, he felt as though he could sleep safely and peacefully through the night, his best friend curled into his side, the smell of Jimin’s usual peach shampoo filling his senses.

“Tonight is supposed to be my night in, my night to MYSELF.” Tae grumbled. “WHY exactly are you here anyway?” he asked, lifting his head to glare at his best friend, the second love of his life, before pointedly pressing the start button to resume his game, the sound of video game gunfire filling the large but cozy living room.

Jimin’s pout intensified on his plush lips as he slumped down onto the couch.

“I just wanted to go out and have some fun with my best friend who NEVER has time for me anymore, is that really so wrong?” he asked sadly, fingering the sun pendant that was hanging on a silver chain around his neck. Taehyung had gifted him the pendant when Jimin scored his first big designer gig and Jimin had worn it religiously every day since.

Taehyung smirked as he shot down an enemy sniper in the game. “Let’s be for real, seeing as how you stay the night here four times a week would suggest that I have more than enough time for you. You don’t want to “have some fun” with me, you just want to get that fat ass laid by someone that you don’t have to feel guilty about,” he said teasingly, knocking his shoulder into his friend’s.

Jimin sat up straight at that, pertly crossing his black denim-clad legs, his black chelsea boots gleaming underneath the overhead lights. Jimin gave an offended sniff and glared at his friend. “For one,” he stated, “I do NOT have a fat ass! And for two, there is nothing wrong with getting a little action now and then from someone who won’t harass me about being a third boyfriend!”

“Who’s getting a little action?” a voice behind them interrupted. Jimin turned his head to see Taehyung’s boyfriend, Seokjin, walking into the room, apparently just getting home from work since he was still in in his suit from the office.

Seokjin was one of Seoul’s top prosecuting attorneys. How Taehyung’s starving artist self was able to bag him, Jimin still didn’t understand, but the two had been dating for close to two years now and Jimin couldn’t have been happier for them, if not a little jealous at times. Jimin didn’t like sharing what was his, and Taehyung was definitely his first, a fact that he constantly reminded Seokjin of when he first started dating Taehyung. It was only after Seokjin had assured Jimin that he would never be replaced, that Jimin finally started loosening his claws a little bit. However, sometimes Jimin was a little jealous of Taehyung as well, even if he WAS happy for him. How could he not be jealous after all? Seokjin not only had a prominent career, but he was loaded AND was one of the most handsome men that Jimin had ever laid eyes on. He was so handsome, in fact, that Jimin had almost said yes when Taehyung and Seokjin had invited him into their bed and into their relationship.

Instead, Jimin, after thinking seriously about it for quite some time, decided to turn down their offer for a relationship. He knew that Taehyung loved him, just as much as he loved Taehyung and he knew that they both wanted him to join their relationship, but he couldn’t bring himself to agree. While Jimin loved hooking up and the sex was amazing with both of them involved, when it came to actual relationships he was rather old fashioned, which is why it had been years since he had been in one. His refusal, however, did not stop Seokjin from spoiling him almost as much as Seokjin spoiled Taehyung. Nor did it stop Seokjin and Taehyung from asking him to be their third or from giving Jimin toe-curling orgasms. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon to find Jimin spending the night at their condo, winding up squashed in bed between the two, Seokjin’s arm under his head and Taehyung lulling him to sleep with gentle and sweet kisses after they had both wrung him dry, his throat parched from moaning and his ass sore from their thoroughness.

Jimin had just gotten home from work and was starting to prepare dinner for himself and Taehyung when Taehyung barged through the door of their apartment, talking excitedly about some “hot guy” that he had met at the gallery where Tae was going to have his upcoming photography exhibition. Taehyung had then woken Jimin up excitedly when Seokjin had called him to ask him out on a date, and then proceeded to make Jimin sit through a mini fashion show as Taehyung had tried on every article of clothing he owned, before deciding to wear clothes from Jimin’s closet, stating that his own were just not sexy enough. Jimin held his jealousy in for the first few dates that Taehyung went on, until one night when Taehyung didn’t come home until after two in the morning. Jimin had waited up, pacing, not used to being home alone that late. Taehyung had, at last, come through the door. His hair was a complete wreck, hickies lining his collar bones and a blissed-out expression on his face from being thoroughly fucked.

At first, Jimin was very distrustful of the man. After all, no one had ever been able to take his Taehyungie’s attention away from him and because of that fact alone, Jimin had been determined to hate Seokjin in every single way, for all his existence if he had to. Then the night came when Taehyung, decked out in a new leather jacket from his boyfriend, had begged Jimin to at least come out and eat dinner with them, and try to get to know Seokjin. After an hour of Taehyung begging and pleading and even promising Jimin the best blow job that he had ever received, Jimin finally succumbed to the pressure when Taehyung had held him down and began tickling him.

Jimin was NOT happy about going out to eat with them even though Seokjin was the most handsome man he had ever seen, and that Seokjin was every part an upright gentleman. Seokjin had arrived at the apartment that Jim and Taehyung shared, with a bouquet of flowers for both of the young men. Seokjin had held the car door opened for both of them, the restaurant door open for both of them and even told Jimin to order whatever he wanted to eat and drink, no matter what the cost. Jimin spent most of the evening trying to keep a pleasant look on his face, but would wind up scowling every time Seokjin touched Taehyung, not realizing it until Taehyung would kick him under the table. Once the wine started sinking into his systems, Jimin found himself noticing the flush on Seokjin’s cheeks and thinking, “cute,” without realizing it. Once he realized what he had thought, he mentally berated himself and steeled his resolve back into hatred for the man across the table from him. It was when Taehyung had made one of his terrible dad jokes, accompanied by his charming boxy smile, that Seokjin threw his head back and let out a loud and genuine honking laugh, his eyes crinkling up, that Jimin’s ice started to defrost. It took a few more outings for Jimin to really start warming up to Taehyung’s new boyfriend, but Jimin had never been able to refuse his Taehyungie anything, and that included liking Seokjin. Seokjin had tried, several times, to gift Jimin with things like he did Taehyung, but Jimin resolutely refused to accept every single one of the gifts.

Seokjin was thrilled when Taehyung bounced into his condo one night with a semi-reluctant Jimin in tow, stating that Jimin was going to stay the night too. Jimin apologized for Taehyung springing the overnight stay on Seokjin last minute, but Seokjin waved away his apology, stating that Jimin was more than welcome to come over any time, day or night. The three had spent the night watching movies and eating way too much food and it seemed that every hour that passed, Jimin’s heart melted a little more towards the older man. During one particularly scary movie, Taehyung had supposedly become so freaked out that he climbed into his boyfriend’s arms, dragging Jimin with him, becoming sandwiched in between his boyfriend and his best friend, clinging onto both of them for dear life. Jimin had looked over the top of Taehyung’s head to catch Seokjin’s eye. Seokjin smiled and gave Jimin a cheesy wink before kissing the side of Taehyung’s head and turning his attention back to their movie. Jimin had burrowed into Taehyung’s side, biting his lip in deep thought about the man that Taehyung had sprung into their lives, trying to decide if he could really accept it or not.

Once the movie had ended, Jimin stood up quickly, announcing that he had something important to say. Jimin paced back and forth in front of the coffee table while Seokjin and Taehyung sat side-by-side, their eyes glued to the beautiful man in front of them.

Jimin ranted about how for the first time, he felt that he was losing Taehyung. He stated how their relationship had changed so much since Seokjin had come into his Taehyungie’s life and that Jimin felt as though he had been replaced. Seokjin started to pale, and Taehyung tried to interject but Jimin held his hand up for silence and took a deep, steadying breath. He exhaled slowly and looked Seokjin dead in the eyes.

“I guess if I have to lose my Taehyungie.. at least… at least it’s to a great man like you. But there will be rules to this, after all, Taehyungie was mine first. I get first dibs on him until you two have been together for over a year, that way I have time to get used to losing him. You will have him home to me a reasonable time after dates unless he plans to stay the night with you. Protection is a MUST for your sex life, no matter how much he begs for you to go in raw and trust me, he WILL beg for it. You need to know that I, as his best friend, will always come first. Sometimes I will need to be held, sometimes kissed and Taehyung has ALWAYS filled that role. Now, since you two are in a relationship, I will not ask for sex or things like that, but the rest of it has to be fair game. And I reserve the right to add, expand or delete from these rules any time that I please. ”

Both Seokjin and Taehyung sat in shock for a few second before Taehyung yelled in happiness at Jimin’s grudging acceptance and launched himself over the coffee table to tackle his best friend to the ground, squirming all over him and leaving heavy kisses all over Jimin’s face and sputtering mouth. “I KNEW you’d start to like him Jiminie!” Taehyung had crowed happily, rubbing his nose on Jimin’s cheek as Jimin wrapped his arms around his waist tightly. “I just don’t want you to forget about me,” Jimin said sadly, and Taehyung pulled back to look at him in shock. “I would NEVER forget about you! Ever! You’re MY Jiminie and I’m YOUR Taehyungie okay?” Taehyung whispered gently to him before tipping Jimin’s chin up to kiss his lips gently. Jimin clung onto Taehyung and kissed him back for all he was worth.

Seokjin had sat back, watching their antics for a few moments before he cleared his throat, causing the younger men to remember that he was in the room with them. “While, I am beyond happy that you’ve decided to accept me, Jimin, and I do accept your rules, I must admit that I have some rules of my own.” Both of the younger men sat up in surprise, Taehyung looking at his boyfriend in confusion while Jimin narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Seeing Jimin’s look, Seokjin let out on of his big honking laughs. “It’s nothing like that,” he stated, waving his hands.

“First, Jimin, you must start accepting the fact that I’m going to spoil you as well. If you’re in my boyfriend’s life then you’re in my life and I tend to spoil those in my life. Secondly, I do not want to hear any more apologizing or you suggesting that you’re putting me out. You could come over every single time that Tae does, and it would STILL never put me out, if my puppy is happy then I’m happy.”

Taehyung wiggled in Jimin’s arms, “Didn’t I tell you that he was great?!” he said happily.

“Thirdly, I want you to try to realize that I will never take Tae away from you and I have no intention to do so. Tae explained your relationship to me on our first date and I told him that I would accept it in all of it’s entirety and I have, I always will. You’ll find that I can be a jealous man at times, but like you, I cannot resist giving into our boy. Plus, I like you. Tae and I have even discussed you being our third.”

Jimin choked at this, thoroughly shocked at what he heard. “Y-you…you talked about what?!” Taehyung turned in lap and wrapped his arms around Jimin’s neck. “Come on, Jiminie, I love you and you love me. And I also love Jinnie, so what could be better than the three of us together? Plus,” Tae leaned in to whisper in Jimin’s ear, “You should see the size of his dick!’

“Yah! Taehyung!” Seokjin mock-yelled, his ears turning as red as Jimin’s cheeks.

Seokjin cleared his throat again, “Anyway, I know that there will be times when you and Taehyung will want the intimacy that you share, and I want you to know that I’m okay with that, truly. You give to him something that I never could. “

Jimin looked at the older man in confusion, his brow furrowing. “What can I give him that you can’t?” Jimin asked.

“You can give him yourself, your memories. You’re his safe place, Jimin, and I would never dare to take that away from him.”

Seokjin leaned over the couch to kiss his boyfriend on the top of the head before leaning to the side to kiss Jimin’s upturned lips in greeting.

“Jimin wants to go to the club so he can get laid by someone other than us.” Taehyung said and then started shouting as an enemy player took him out, flopping himself backwards and crossing him arms in his tantrum.

Seokjin perched on the back of the couch, loosening his tie, rand arched his eyebrow. “And? What’s wrong with that?” he asked, causing Jimin to stick his tongue out at his best friend in triumph. Taehyung twisted around, placing his hands on his boyfriend’s thigh, and pouted up at him. “It’s my night to stay innnnnnn,” he whined.

Seokjin chuckled and ruffled his hair affectionately. “Now, puppy, doesn’t Jimin share you with me?”

“Yeah…”

“Well maybe you should share Jimin with other people, yeah?”

Taehyung squinted his eyes at his boyfriend, “I DO share him with people. I share him with you several times a week!”

“That’s not the same!”

Both Jimin and Seokjin replied, causing Taehyung to grumble.

“C’mon Tae-Tae...” Jimin said using his cutest voice, falling to the floor on his knees in front of his friend.

“Jiminie... I really do-oohhh…” Taehyung moaned as Jimin began caressing his length through his sweat pants. Taehyung inhaled deeply as Seokjin chuckled. “That’s not fair Jiminah!”

Jimin gave his best puppy dog eyes.

“Pretty please Taehyungie?” he whispered, before lowering his lids into what the couple referred to as his “Siren Gaze”. “I’ll give you such a good blow job if you go with me…I’ll even let you fuck my face.”

“Good god,” Seokjin laughed, “If you don’t take him up on it, then I will, puppy.”

Taehyung pushed Jimin’s hands away from him and sat up, his half-hard cock visible under his pants. “Fine! You win! I’ll go!” Jimin squealed in excitement and pushed a grumbling Taehyung to the bedroom so he could pick out their clothes for the night.

“Yah! Call Jungkook and see if he can go with you!” Seokjin yelled after them, knowing that once alcohol entered their system, they could be a handful and that Jungkook was at least intimidating enough to keep the truly weird creeps away from his men.

“Anything you say beautiful!” Jimin yelled back.

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