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nervousladytraveler · 3 years

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The Alibi: Chapter 2

A continuation of the the wee fic inspired by the kiss prompt: A + B are in an argument, then they stop, just stare at each other, and then crash their lips together, because, like i said... fuck this shit Ross and Demelza (Requested by the lovely @veryflowerobservation)

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Ross woke just a little after 9AM. He’d pulled the thick curtains the night before--it had been dark then so the gesture had been solely for privacy. The morning light was largely blocked, save one stubborn sliver that succeeded in illuminating a patch of carpet in front of the bed.

He looked over at the sleeping woman beside him. Demelza faced the wall and had failed at fully covering her body with the hotel bed sheets, and as a result her glorious back and the very top of her bum remained exposed. She might have been turned away from him but that didn’t mean she had given up on him. He knew he could sidle over and press himself close to her, and that she’d receive him warmly, eagerly. She’d made her feelings quite clear.

It had been a complicated night--and yet so easy. To finally be with her after so many years of constant companionship. Yes, they’d had years of steady loyalty to one another but he could see now that their friendship the last few months had been fraught with unresolved tension, overpowering attraction, and something deeper still. It hadn’t been one sided, only he’d somehow been blind to it all until the truth hit him like a cricket bat to the head as she yelled at him in the dark car park. Then he’d kissed her and it was as if he’d always known.

And as they lay together, in between feverish bouts of love making, they tried to make sense of what had just happened. They didn’t talk about the near-miss with the cops or Trencrom’s betrayal, just the sudden, seismic shift that occurred between them. And what it meant.

He was glad that she’d been able to say what he too felt, since he’d never be articulate enough to find the words or have the presence of mind to speak them.

She knows what I’m thinking before I even speak. No wonder she saved my neck last night, he thought to himself with a soft laugh. Yet somehow he knew not to take that for granted. She was her own person and he’d have to work harder to demonstrate his respect for her. No, respect sounded such a cold and clinical word and hardly sufficient. He revered her, he admired her, he was captivated by her, he desired her…

His thoughts never reached their logical conclusion of what all those separate emotions added up to because she exhaled a long sigh and he could resist touching her no more. He ran the backs of his fingers down her spine, then along the gentle curve of her hip, and up to her breast.

She turned to him with a smile, her eyes struggling to open.

“You tryin’ to wake me, Ross?” she asked. Her voice was sleepy, raspy in an innocently sexy sort of way.

He pulled her closer at once and kissed her eyelids, in a tender attempt to keep them closed. He felt a strange sensation in his stomach, not just butterflies but a whole swarm of wings fluttering up, perhaps to carry off his heart. His hands gripped her upper arms--the same arms that seemed destined to deck him yesterday seemed warm and reassuring now.

“No, stay asleep. It was an exhausting night--you earned a lie-in.” He kissed her lips now. Her eyes remained closed but her mouth opened wide to receive him.

How could he have ever considered himself alive before he knew that kiss?

He realised he’d sighed like a love-drunk school boy but he had no shame.

“Yes, it was exhaustin’,” she laughed, “but are you referrin’ to the events before or after we went to bed?” She put her hand to his rough cheek.

He laughed too, as though he’d caught the urge from her, like a yawn or a sneeze.

Ross had no business being so happy. His world was crumbling around him--he’d most likely lose his business and the police’s interest in him had not yet been resolved. And yet...

Yet those things mattered little. Was that really what his world consisted of? Because being with Demelza, loving her and being loved, that seemed a most significant triumph.

“Demelza, I meant everything I said last night.” He’d grown serious again.

“I seem to recall it was me doin’ all the talkin’ and you said a lot of ‘me too’...” she laughed.

“Okay, I meant everything you said,” he teased back.

“You sure about that Ross? Because I also called you stubborn and stupid…”

“And ‘an absolute arsehole’ don’t forget…” he added and rolled on his back with a chuckle.

“Oh Ross,” she said. “I didn’t mean those things…”

“Yes, you did--because I am. Maybe not ‘absolute’ but I can admit I’m ‘somewhat’ of an arsehole…”

She kissed his chest before resting her head lower on his belly. “Then you are my favourite somewhat arsehole, Ross,” she said.

“And you are the most meaningful person in my life…” he said, reaching out to touch her soft hair.

“Thank you for sayin’ that,” she said softly.

“Those were your words, Demelza. So thank you,” he said and pulled her up again so she was level with his head on the pillow. He stroked her cheek and looked into her eyes. They blazed with an intensity he’d come to know well over the last few hours together.

He wanted nothing more than to spend the day with her bare body wrapped around him, with inspired caresses, endless kisses. Even the ancients knew that nothing succeeded at keeping troubles at bay--or at least out of mind--like the pleasures of physical love.

But just then the telephone rang--a rapid string of jarring bleeps loud enough to be heard in the next room. The only person who knew they were there was Jinny Martin.

Good god, was her night shift not over yet? Shit hours for a single mum with two small children. Hoping he hadn’t made trouble for her, Ross switched on the lamp and picked up at once.

“Sorry, Ross. The police are here and want to ask some questions. I told them to wait and I’d call you down but they’re on their way up.”

“Thanks for the warning,” he said and rang off.

“What is it?” Demelza sat up in alarm and watched Ross furiously pull on his trousers “Ross?”

“It’s the police, they’re here. Apparently they want to ask me some questions...” He tried to sound calm.

“But how did they know where you were? What can this mean?” she cried and reached for her knickers.

“I don’t know. It seems so unlikely they’d find me...but stay in bed, Demelza,” he said and switched the lamp off again. “Pretend you’re asleep and don’t get up unless I call to you.” His voice was firm but gentle. He wanted to reassure her, to convince her he had a plan--though he most certainly did not.

He hadn’t fully buttoned his shirt when the knock came. It hadn’t sounded aggressive or urgent--was that a good sign? Or was Ross just reading too much into this?

“Just a minute,” he called gruffly, trying his best to sound as though he’d only just been roused. He put his fingers to lips and at his signal Demelza rolled over on her side facing the wall again. This time she had the covers pulled snugly up to her chin.

Ross ran his hands through his hair so it stood even more on end, then exhaled before he opened the door. He blinked his eyes at the glare of the hall light. It hadn’t been an act but added a convincing touch.

“Sorry to bother you, sir. I’m PC Pendarves, and this is PC Bunt, ” the taller constable said then he looked at his notepad, “Mr. Ross Poldark, is it?” He still had youthful spots on his face that were barely concealed by the sparse beard he was trying to grow.

Ross was confused by the question--surely they knew his name--wasn’t that why they were there? The constable didn’t seem sharp enough to be putting him on. But Ross’s bewilderment worked in his own favour--he didn’t look like a man who, for the past seven hours, had been expecting the police to call.

“Yes, what can I do for you?” Ross asked then glanced over his shoulder at the supposedly sleeping form just visible in the dark room. He pulled the door behind him so it was only open a few inches, and stepped into the hallway. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t want to wake my...friend.” His hesitation at what to call her publicly was genuine but again fit tidily into his ruse. If Demelza and Ross were to have had a secret rendezvous, he’d hardly have announced it readily to the first person who knocked.

“Right, Mr. Poldark. Erm...the clerk said the other guest in the room is Demelza Crane?” This time it was PC Bunt, the squat bespectacled constable who spoke, trying not so subtly to get a peek at the woman in the bed.

“Carne,” Ross corrected. “Demelza Carne.” Instinctively he shifted his position to fully block any further view. “Do you need me to wake her…?”

“No, no sir. I don’t think so.” The first constable said and cleared his throat, seemingly embarrassed for his partner. Perhaps he wasn’t so young after all. “Yes, well, we’re making inquiries about a missing person.”

“A missing person?” Ross asked and hoped the relief wasn’t visible on his face.

“A Miss Rosina Hoblyn. Her father reported her missing day before last.”

“Oh?” Ross wondered why they were talking to him about this. “I’m not sure how I can help you…”

“We’re talking to all the guests with rooms facing the road,” Pendarves said as if reading Ross’s thoughts. “You see, a neighbour ‘cross the way, saw a young woman who fit Miss Hoblyn’s description last night right out in the street. A bit of a disturbance it was--she seemed to be having a row with someone. Then left in the same someone’s car.”

“On Church Road?” Ross twisted his brow as he took this in, an expression of questioning concern, which disguised his renewed panic at the presence of traffic cameras. No, he and Demelza had entered the hotel from the rear and were never even on Church Road.

“Yes, this happened right in front of the yoga studio,” Bunt offered, unable to hide his smirk that such an establishment had recently taken the place of a perfectly useful off-license.

“I’m afraid we heard nothing. We’ve…erm...” Ross paused. His sheepish expression was both genuine and well-played. “We’ve been in all night.”

“So you heard nothing? All night?” Bunt said. “This would have been around 11:30 PM?”

“Yes...I’m not sure what time we checked in. You can check at the front desk or I can wake Miss Carne…she might remember.” Ross took a chance here. It was better to be honest that they hadn’t even arrived until quite late.

“No bother, Mr. Poldark, if you didn’t see or hear anything of note outside the room,” Bunt said and laughed to himself, apparently amused by it all. He seemed to buy that Ross had other things on his mind the night before--perhaps he’d even been imagining the scene in his head.

“And the neighbours?” Ross took another chance here. “Did they observe…?” It would be good to know who was up last night and what they knew.

“Nah, they didn’t hear anything either. Okay, thanks for your time, Mr. Poldark. Here’s our cards if you or Miss Carne think of anything later…” PC Pendarves said and fumbled in his pocket before PC Bunt beat him to the punch and triumphantly handed over his own slightly crumpled business card.

“Of course,” Ross said and nodded politely. He waited until they began their retreat down the hallway before he slipped back into the room.

Even at the sound of the door closing, Demelza remained motionless, as though she was holding her breath. Without switching on the light, Ross snuggled next to her and buried his face in her hair.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “They’re gone.”

She turned to him, and in the dim room he could see her eyes were wide--and wet.

“Demelza,” he said and wrapped her in his strong arms. “Don’t be scared. I’m still here.”

“I know, Ross,” she said bravely. “Tell me everythin’, I only heard bits. Is it true? The police are askin’ after Rosina Hoblyn?”

“You heard most of it then. Seems she’s missing--or so her dad says. I’m surprised he even noticed, the drunken lout that he is,” Ross said.

“Ross, did you tell them that you know Mr. Hoblyn? And you know her?”

“They didn't ask, and to be fair, I don’t really know Rosina—I know of her. I don’t think I’ve ever exchanged a word with her.”

“But Ross, you know she’s datin’ Charlie Kempthorne, don’t you? Or at least she was until recently. I think I just heard she broke it off with him.”

“I’d forgotten that. And it’s a connection I’m not happy to make. Ugh! I wonder what she was doing here in Truro?”

“And whose car she got into…” Demelza added.

“You heard the police say that as well?”

“Yes...Oh Ross, you don’t think Rosina could be in trouble, do you?”

“Well, if she is, at least the police are looking for her.”

“And not for you?”

“So it would seem…for now anyway.”

“Ross, I’m knackered as hell but my heart is racin’...I think we should go home.”

“I hate to say it, but I agree.” He kissed her lips, lingering for as long as he could, and dreading to pull away. “If you’re still tired later, we can take a nap together back at Nampara,” he suggested.

“No, Ross,” she said quickly. ”Remember we can’t be seen together.”

“What? That’s ridiculous,” he laughed. “The police now know we’re together and the whole point of you being my alibi is that people know about it…”

“Only some people--the right people at the right time. And we have to make it look like we want to keep it a secret. Otherwise why would we be out in the cover of night and sneakin’ off to a hotel in another town when we could just shag at your place or mine? Think about it, I mean, we both live alone…”

“I don’t. I have a housekeeper, remember,” he reminded her.

“Hmm...we have to decide if we tell Prudie, don’t we? No, maybe just leave some hints and clues. Better let her think she’s put two and two together on her own. She’ll probably start squawkin’ and she’ll want everyone to know she figured out our secret…”

“I don’t like this, Demelza. You know you’re not just my alibi, don’t you?”

“Yes, and I know you don't really think I’m ridiculous,” she said with a smile, reminding him of one of the insults he’d hurled at her the previous night that he’d repeated just now.

“But it is ridiculous that we’re together now…” he began.

“What?” she laughed and pretended to hit him.

“Let me finish.” He caught her hand in his and kissed her fingers.“We’re finally together, after months of idiocy…”

“Years,” she corrected him.

“Okay, years...and it’s ridiculous that we have to pretend to not be.”

“Not all the time,” she added.

“But to see you, to do this again,” he said, running their joined hands down her naked body, ”has to be secret? Or planned enough to seem secret? In any event I can't be with you freely, when I want, when we want. I think that’s going to destroy me.”

“No, Ross. Don’t you understand? It’s worth it to keep you safe--so we can be together. And it won’t be for long. As soon as this Trencrom business blows over, we can let the cat out of the bag.”

“Just so we’re clear, as much as I love the cat, I hate the bag. I hate it very much,” he said and laid his head on her chest.

“I know, Ross. Believe me, I want the whole world to know I’m yours.” She put her free hand to his head to play with his curls. A small gesture but one that moved him more than he expected.

“Me too,” he sighed, then not unpossessively put his hand on her hip. “And hopefully it will be over soon.”

“And no more Trencrom?”

“No more. We might be homeless and unemployed but…”

“Ross?”

“Never again. I promise you.”

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DS Vage threw down his bacon sandwich with disgust when he saw PCs Pendarves and Bunt return from their door to door inquiries. He already knew what they’d say: No one saw anything, sir.

Oh, they'd swear they’d been thorough, but if they truly had, would they be back so soon? The door knocking, the questioning of witnesses--some of whom didn't even know yet that they were witnesses--that was real police work. And these idiots...what did they think the job was going to entail? High speed police chases? Suspects coming in willingly?

He glanced up at the photo of Rosina Hoblyn he’d pinned to the wall. She wasn’t a resident of his town but he’d be damned if she’d become a victim on his turf.

“Okay...what did you find?” he asked with a sigh.

“That yoga bird, she’s something, isn’t she?” Bunt laughed then turned serious when he saw his boss’s expression. “No sir, I mean Miss Rebecca Ellery said the same thing to us in person that she’d reported over the phone.” He looked in his notebook to get the exact words. “A young woman, blonde curly hair--dye job but with good low lights, approximately 5’4…”

“Oh come on,” Vage said with a groan. “That’s a bit specific, isn’t it? Did you question her on that? Did she tell you what shade of hair dye was? Icy Platinum or Natural Ash Blonde #004? Could she tell you what salon she’d been to?” he asked sarcastically. “And really...five four exactly?”

Everyone these days thought they knew it all. It came from watching too many police procedurals on the telly.

“No sir, I mean yes, sir,” Pendarves quickly interrupted. “Miss Ellery explained that she’d been a hairdresser before she opened the yoga business and it was her...erm ‘stock and trade’, she said. And she says she’s five four herself and this other woman was standing next to the lamp post under that rude graffiti so she could get a sense of her height. She also said she’d complained about the graffiti but no one has responded to her…”

“Alright...go on,” Vage said reluctantly.

“Yes, so the young woman was shouting at a man...Miss Ellery thought he was a man but she wasn’t sure how she knew it--she said that herself…”

“So this other person ?”

“Miss Ellery didn’t get a good look so she couldn't even say hair colour but they-him or her-- remained in the driver’s seat of a lime green Vauxhall Astra GTC.” Bunt was apparently very proud of himself for keeping an open mind about the driver.

“She was specific about the make and model of the car?” Vage raised a brow.

“Yes, she was, sir,” Bunt nodded. “And the lime green colour--she said it looked ‘super douchey’.”

Maybe Ellery was a reliable witness after all, Vage thought to himself.

“Okay, then the girl shouted something to the driver that sounded like ‘You’re a dickhead and you deserve what’s coming for you…’ But he--sorry, the person--didn’t say anything back, least not loud enough that Miss Ellery could hear from her window above the studio. But this person must have said something because Rosina...erm I mean the blonde girl, stopped shouting and got into the car...”

“Just got in? Signs of any coercion?”

“No physical force according to Miss Ellery. Do you think she knew the driver?” Pendarves asked.

“It’s possible…” Vage said.

“Then the Astra drove away north on Church Road,” Pendarves added.

“We’re checking the CCTV,” Bunt said quickly.

Bloody idiot. Of course the CCTV would be checked--DS Vage had already put in a request himself.

“And the neighbours?” he asked. He wanted to hear about the rest of their morning’s work.

“Only three residential flats on the east side of the road,” Pendarves explained. “One just above Miss Ellery--and they’re in Spain for the month. Another, number 74--Mr. and Mrs. Nathaniel Stephens heard some noise around 11:30 but it had stopped by the time they went to the front window--their bedroom is in the rear, you see. They saw nothing, closed the window, and went back to bed. Number 78, was Mister Bart Maddock, who openly admitted he’d been high--he said that--to the police!--and he was painting so he was ‘oblivious’ to what was happening on the street.”

“Painting? Like walls?”

“Naw, he’s an artist,” Pendarves explained. “That place is sorta a loft, big flat for just the one person but mostly taken up by what he called a ‘studio’. Two studios on one street--never knew so many arty types had moved in.”

“Rents will rise as a result,” Vage grumbled. “Okay and the hotel, the Star and Garter?”

“Three guest rooms faced Church Road. Ground floor is the pub, closed at 11 of course…”

“Of course…”

“Proprietor and night desk clerk heard nothing but their offices are in the rear. The rooms are all on the next floor up. Older woman at the end of the hall took her hearing aids out so she heard nothing and the couple next to her put their baby down to sleep just after 8, then fell right asleep themselves after that.”

“Poor sods. That’s family life, isn’t it?” Vague sighed.

“The couple nearest the stairs though…” PC Bunt let out a chuckle.

“Well? Yes?”

“They were busy shagging all night…”

“Aw c’mon, Bunt…” Pendarves groaned.

“What?” Bunt objected to being called out. “The man said as much as said himself! According to him, they were in all night and were ‘otherwise occupied’ so they heard nothing.”

“Nothing? Great…” Vage sighed.

“Lucky bastard, that one. I got a glimpse of the friend waiting in his bed,” Bunt chuckled then he saw his boss was not amused by tales of him leering at sleeping women.

Dance of Life, Vage was thinking. All the stages of love and life on one hallway. First there’s early love and passion, then settling down and starting a family, finally you’re old and alone. And behind which door is my life lived these days?

He really didn’t consider himself old, though he knew his colleagues did, especially the newly minted constables like these two. At least he was still fit and had all his hair--and his hearing. Could he still be considered a family man though? His own children were grown and far from home. He missed them but not the sleepless nights of teething and ear infections, or even the teenage years when they proclaimed how much they hated him right before they asked him for the car keys and 20 quid.

And door #1? He could barely remember the days of needing that sort of urgent and exhausting sex, but he’d certainly been there in his younger days, with his Tina. What a looker, she’d been. Blonde, curvy, with those great legs. His Tina who was no longer his--she’d left him right after their youngest went off to the army. He should have known she was slipping away from him when she’d switched her hair colour from Natural Ash Blonde #004 to Icy Platinum.

“Okay, and you got names and contact information of all these witnesses--or ‘not-witnesses’ as the case may be?”

“Yes, we got names,” Pendarves said quickly. He had not in fact gotten contact information but assumed he could request it from the hotel at a later time if really necessary.

“Deaf bird was…” Bunt began reading from his notepad again.

PC Pendarves coughed and shot him a look.

“Hearing impaired guest,” Bunt started over, “was Elizabeth Triggs from St. Just, the family with the baby were the Tregeagles--Benjamin and Sarah, didn’t catch the baby’s name…”

“Also Ben...Benny they said,” Pendarves added. “From Falmouth.”

“Right,” Bunt said, “and our ‘sex’ couple was Demelza Carne--we didn't talk to her, she was asleep--and Ross Poldark.”

“Wait a minute,” Vage said, a bell ringing somewhere in the back of his mind.

“Sorry sir. Thought it was respectful to let her sleep. Should we have talked to her?” Pendarves asked.

“No, that’s quite alright. But did you say the man was called...Ross Poldark?”

#poldark fanfic #poldark modern au #ross poldark #demelza carne #fake dating turned secret dating

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bluehairedyoong-blog · 7 years

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Unknowingly A Tease

Summary - Jeon Jungkook is a teasing piece of shit and he doesn't even realize it.or Min Yoongi has a strength kink that kinda sorta only comes out when Jungkook is around and he would really like to bang Jungkook.

Genre - Fluff and Smut

A/N - Thank you to my girlfriend who helped me out a bit and also made me rly happy about part of this AAAA Enjoy! I take requests!

Min Yoongi hates approximately all of his friends. Because said friends have caught on to his (not so) secret, teeny tiny (really big) crush on the youngest in their friend group, Jeon Jungkook. And just to Yoongi’s luck, he was a tease who didn’t realize it. It’s easy to ignore when you know the person means to tease, but not when they have no fucking idea. He was cute, sometimes he could be a little shit but he also knew when to respect his hyungs. He was kind and also teased the hell out of Jimin with Yoongi. What was total bullshit was that the kid had the body of a god and he liked to show it off. And to top everything off, Yoongi happened to have a slight strength kink. Jungkook only seemed to amplify it. This was what total bullshit looked like in his books. Jungkook showed off all the time when the whole group would hang out. Lifting random shit like couches and tables just for the sake of doing it. Hell he tried to lift Yoongi with one hand once but couldn’t succeed as Yoongi had shot him an almost coma inducing glare. (he was still unsure if the younger was planning on showing off how strong he was or how light Yoongi was) Anyways, back to the main topic: Yoongi and his shitty friends. The entire group was supposed to meet up today, it had been planned a week in advance, but lo and behold only Yoongi and Jungkook happened to be free! Who could have guessed that would magically happen?! Jimin, uncharacteristically, had forgotten he had a huge paper to write for university work, and had to spend all day inside. Namjoon, characteristically, had offered to help. And everyone in the group chat knew that meant he'd be getting head from Jimin and then they'd probably fuck the entire day. Probably. Taehyung, Jimin's room mate, was smart and got the fuck out of the apartment but also claimed he needed to find a better job so he'd spend the day job hunting. Hoseok had sent in the chat multiple frowning faces and the claim (probably fake) that he had gotten sick, and Seokjin the everloving mother jumped to offer to take care of him. No one denied Seokjin when it came to food or sick nurturing, so of course Hoseok has agreed.

---- Kookie: 'Yoongi hyung please don't bail on me!!! I can't stay in all day!!!' Genius Min: 'I won’t if you promise not to be a little shit.' Jinnie: 'Yoongi! Language!' Kookie: 'Thank you hyung!!!! I promise I won't be a little shit!!' Jinnie: 'Jeon Jungkook! Don't make me ground you!' Monster: 'Hyung you know you can't technically do that.. right?' Jinnie: 'Watch me.' Kookie: 'I'm sorry!!!!'

---- So here they sat across from one another, eating lamb skewers. That was one upside of this all, Yoongi only ever got lamb skewers alone or with Jungkook cause no one else in the group liked them as much. "Hyung is it warm in here? God I'm like sweating.." Yoongi only shrugged, he was always cold anyways. Hell, he was wearing a long sleeved shirt under his hoodie and felt content. "Huh must just be me then.." the younger said before pulling off his sweatshirt. The shirt underneath had inched it's way up a bit, exposing a small section of smooth skin on the boy's stomach. Yoongi stopped his chewing and admired the lines that etched the beginning of a v line on Jungkook. He swallowed hard. Min Yoongi you will stop all these thoughts immediately. He doesn't want to fuck you. Yoongi ripped his eyes away and back down to his food. "Hyung? Hyung!" Yoongi's head snapped up, a mistake because Jungkook had chosen to wear an almost sinfully tight shirt, showing the outline of his pecs and broad shoulders. Leaving almost nothing, but still too much to the imagination. "S-sorry what..?" Yoongi stuttered out, he could feel a slight heat on his cheeks and willed it away. "I asked what you wanted to do after this? Is everything okay? You usually only pretend to ignore me… not actually ignore what I say." "Everything's fine. Don't worry. What were you thinking?" "We still never finished our run through of Outlast? We could go back to one of our places and finish it?" God Yoongi wanted so badly to run his hands down Jungkook's chest, to feel the hard muscles against his hands. Hell he could do it right now, he could reach across and just lay his palms flat on his broad chest and he wouldn’t care that they were in a public restaurant. Wait okay Yoongi focus. Jungkook coming to his house sounded normal… but being close to him alone would be a bad idea... it would send Yoongi through hell. Sure this idea would have been fine say, a month or so ago. But no... Oh no... now Yoongi's little crush had developed into a bigger crush... he's supposed to keep a stoic and controlled act up.. and with what Jungkook was pulling now, still so early in the day, he knew his resolve would crumble like a cookie. Kookie... "Yeah. Sounds good. We can go to my place? Since that's where we did it last time?"

Yoongi you dumbass Jungkook nodded and smiled that cute, cute bunny smile. Yoongi melted a bit. He was done for. ---- The character on the TV launched at the player, Jungkook jumped a bit, the controller stumbling a bit out of his hands. Yoongi snorted at the jump scare and at Jungkook. Kook quickly regained his senses and kept going with the game. "You want something to drink or snack on?" Yoongi stood and stretched his back out. Jungkook nodded, "Surprise me," He bit his lip and kept his eyes focused on the screen. Yoongi stared a bit too long at the youngest's mouth. He shook his head and hurried to the kitchen. He got a quick glass of water, placing a bag of popcorn in the microwave too, and chugged the drink to cool himself down a bit. No dirty thoughts Yoongi no dirty thoughts.

He looked at the counter and an image of Jungkook fucking him against it popped into his mind, so immediately he shook his head, as if it would dispel the thought, and turned away. The elder walked to the fridge, oblivious to the noise of the game being paused and footsteps behind him, and grabbed the carton of lemonade from the inside. When he turned around he collided with something solid and warm. Oh. Jungkook's chest. The lemonade fell to the floor. "S-sorry!" Yoongi stuck his hands out to step back from the taller, back hitting the fridge and hands placed flat against Jungkook. Oh... he felt about as nice as Yoongi had imagined if not nicer. He quickly dropped his hands to his sides and looked down. He had hoped that maybe the other would step back and also apologize and his blush would fade, but no. He sat there with a stupid smirk on his face and stepped closer. God so close to Yoongi, their chests were practically touching. Then Jungkook leaned down and holy crap is he about to kiss me oh my god Yoongi flinched and Jungkook kept going until he grabbed the lemonade, handing to to Yoongi. "Hyung.. I think you dropped this." Smirk still in place. "T-thanks K-kookie.." his voice cracked and was barely audible, to which he cursed himself internally for. "Why are you stuttering hyung?" His voice has dropped, Yoongi had to hold back a whimper. He should not be reduced to nothing by all of this! A hand cupped Yoongi's cheek, he flinched a bit but then immediately leaned into it slightly. Yoongi blinked slowly up to look at the tall boy in front of him, to be met with a soft, almost loving, smile. His resolve was completely out the window. Jungkook stepped impossibly closer to the shorter boy. Their chests now flush and Yoongi against the fridge. "Is this.. alright hyung?" Yoongi nodded weakly. "I'd like verbal confirmation if that's okay.." "Y-yeah... yes this is okay.." Yoongi colored a slight pink at Jungkook's concern and attention to care. "Can I kiss you?" Jungkook's other hand came up to cup the open side of Yoongi's face.

Yoongi looked at Jungkook, eyes almost pleading. "Please.." his voice was nothing above a whisper. Once again Jungkook leaned down, this time however it was to kiss Yoongi. Gently, his lips connecte to Yoongi's plush ones and almost immediately Yoongi kisses back. Yoongi's smaller hands grasp to the front of Jungkook's shirt, like he was afraid if he let go that Jungkook would disappear. All too soon Jungkook pulled back. "Hyung.. I know you like me... I like you too." The younger smiled shyly, it was innocent and cute as hell. Yoongi just pulled him back into another kiss, this time with a bit more fever. Jungkook nipped at the elder's bottom lip which in turn spurred a small whine from Yoongi. Jungkook took that chance to lick into Yoongi's mouth, and with Yoongi so pliant in his hands it took little effort to dominate the kiss. His hands dropped from Yoongi's face down to his waist. A firm grip with his large hands had the older shuddering a bit. Yoongi's followed down, except choosing to sneak them up Jungkook's shirt instead and feel up the expanse of the younger's chest. Another whine when Jungkook kneaded softly at his hyung's waist. "Jump." Jungkook whispered, pulling back briefly from the kiss.

Still catching his breath, Yoongi gave a small hop and allowed Jungkook to finally pick him up. The latter moves his hands to Yoongi's ass and, as a result of the ass grabbing and picking up combo, Yoongi let out a small moan. "Hyung sounds needy.." a mumble, followed by a smirk as lips trailed up Yoongi's neck. "I've only been fucking waiting for forever basically." The lighter male grumbles out, allowing his head to tip back afterwards and hit the fridge he was now being pressed up against. He could feel his pants grow tighter as his cock hardened, pressed between him and Jungkook's solid lower abdomen. "Hmm.. hyung you seem to have a problem.." Jungkook nipped at Yoongi's neck, leaving a mark. He moved so he could support Yoongi with one arm under his ass, the other coming up under his shirt. A flat hand felt the expanse of his stomach, he let a thumb graze one of Yoongi's nipples. Unprepared for the action, Yoongi's back arched not the touch and he let out another moan. "Hnn f-fuck fuck.. K-Kookie please.. bedroom please.." Jungkook hummed and return his hands to their previous position. He walked the two, to the best of his ability with Yoongi grinding against him with whines tumbling from his mouth, to the bedroom. Once they reached the bed safely, Jungkook laid Yoongi down on the plush surface. He looked angelic, and his clothes were still on. Hair slightly mussed, cheeks pink with arousal, lips slick and bitten. Jungkook wanted to kiss him again, but he also wanted him naked. "Hyung.. take off you clothes please.." "You too.." Yoongi caught his breath and started pulling his clothes off as quick as he could, stopping in just his underwear to watch Jungkook shed his clothing. "Hyung.. do you have any lube?" "N-night stand drawer" Yoongi's mouth went dry at the sight of Jungkook's toned chest, yet he could swear he was close to drooling. Jungkook smirked and pulled out the lube. "Can I prep you hyung?" "Please.. Kookie please.." A finger, slick with lube, pressed into Yoongi's hole with little resistance. "Hmm hey Yoongi.. you do this often?" Yoongi couldn't care less about the lack of honorifics. "Y-yeah.." He blushed more than he already was, a second finger slipped in, a slight burn. A whine fell from Yoongi's bitten lips. "What do you think about.. hmm? Do you think of me? Fucking you nice and slow? Or fast and hard maybe?" Yoongi moans and eventually is stretched to take a third. "Yes.. ngh fuck.. t-think of you.. taking me and.. hnn and fucking me.." "How do you want it?" He speaks softly, a fourth finger is added just for good measure. Jungkook's other hand is trailing back up Yoongi's stomach, eager to watch him keen in sensitivity again. "S-slow please.." "Sweet. Slow. Soft. Sex. For my beautiful hyung it is." Each word punctuated by an alternating light flick of Yoongi's nipples. Each time he moaned and arched his back, and each time Jungkook found it more and more captivating. He leaned down to see what more he could do to see Yoongi so disheveled, taking one bud into his mouth and tonguing it while tweaking the other with his free hand, the other still fingerings him. "H-Holy fuck J-Jungkook stop.. m gonna cum stop.." Yoongi whine as his body leaned into the touch of his mouth. Reluctantly, Jungkook let go of Yoongi's nipples, there would be more time for that later. "Condom?" Yoongi shook his head and Jungkook's eyes widened. "N-no.. wanna feel you.. m clean, you?" "Yeah I'm clean." Jungkook removes his fingers from Yoongi’s hole. Quickly he lined himself up and pushed into the smaller with a groan. "Shit Yoongi you're so fucking tight.." Yoongi could only moan and scramble to find purchase for his hands on Jungkook's back. "Move.. Move move move Jungkook.." Yoongi, ever impatient, began to rock his hips down onto Jungkook's dick. "Fuck hyung.." Jungkook breathed out. Careful not to hurt his hyung, he pulled back and started thrusting slowly into Yoongi. Keeping himself above the older, he captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Jungkook easily worked himself up to a faster pace, angling his hips to hit Yoongi's prostate, causing said male to moan louder than he had all night and arch high off the bed into Jungkook. Seeing this spurred the younger on to keep hitting that spot. "Fuck.. fuck.. I'm so close shit it's so good.." "Is my hyung going to come untouched for me? Hmm?" Jungkook mumbls and sucks down Yoongi's neck, trailing marks in his wake. Not too long after Yoongi moans loud one last time before cumming, hard, dick untouched and spurting. Jungkook pulls back to watch and from the sight alone he could have came, but Yoongi clenching down around him during his orgasm causes Jungkook's hips to stutter and him to spill inside of Yoongi. A moan left the younger's mouth and he collapsed against Yoongi after he had finished, being careful not to crush the smaller. "Fuck.. you really came untouched.. that's so hot..." "S-shut up.." Jungkook hummed and kissed Yoongi lazily. He pulled out carefully and laid next to Yoongi. "I feel sticky and gross.." the elder mumbled unhappily. Jungkook got up and scooped Yoongi up into his arms bridal style. "What the fuck? Put me down!" Yoongi started blushing furiously. Jungkook laughed and kept holding him. "Don't act like you don't like this. You love how strong I am. I know so." Jungkook said smugly. He carried his hyung to the bathroom, and washed his hyung in the shower, and wrapped his hyung in a towel, and then they dressed. Jungkook proceeded to finish the game with his... boyfriend... as well as spent his first night with his boyfriend. Both happy and content.

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Bonus:

Taehyung’s grin was shit eating when he saw Jungkook and Yoongi walk into the little cafe their group of friends usually met at. Jungkook had Yoongi practically glued to his side, strong arm wrapped at the shorter’s waist.

“I thought Hobi hyung was sick?” The younger looked confused as the entire group seemed to be present.

Yoongi smacked a hand against his face.

“You may be cute but you’re so dumb sometimes.” He groaned.

“You guys totally fucked.” Taehyung’s grin only grew, even after receiving a hard smack on the arm from Seokjin.

“We all knew it was gonna happen sooner or later. Thank god it happened, I didn’t want to listen to Yoongi whine about how ‘hot and built and rude’ Jungkook is.” Jimin sighed.

Yoongi swore he would never confide in the little fucker ever again.

“New rule, if Jimin and I can’t make out in the middle of movie night, you guys can’t either!” Namjoon declared.

The new boyfriends just sighed (Yoongi added an eye roll for extra sass) and sat down in their seats, ordering their breakfast once the waitress came by.

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