[one shot] hot work
Title: hot work
Pairing: Jackson/Jinyoung
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~1.7k
Summary: Jackson and Jinyoung fool around in the practice room after a long night of rehearsing a compromising move.
A/N: Refer to this video for the routine they're supposed to be practising.
"Jackson, it is nearly two o'clock in the fucking morning," Jinyoung sighs, burying his sweaty face in his equally sweaty hands when Jackson makes yet another mistake. "We have this, Music Bank filming, and a god damned photo shoot scheduled for tomorrow. Settle down, focus, and get the fucking choreography right."
"I know, I know, and it's not like I'm not trying, I've just got so much pent up nervous energy and it's making me rush ahead," Jackson shrugs helplessly, as if the situation is entirely out of his control. God only knows how he's still got that much energy to spare this late in the day. "Anyway, stop stressing so much, we've done this before and we were great; we'll be just fine," he gives Jinyoung a thumbs up, flashing that annoyingly adorable grin that never fails to draw a smile out him.
"Alright, alright," Jinyoung sighs, fighting to keep the smile off his face, "we'll run through it one more time and then leave it to God."
"That's the spirit," Jackson grins, slapping Jinyoung playfully on the chest. Jinyoung shakes his head, chuckling despite himself. One of the best-and worst-things about Jackson is how easily he can influence someone's mood.
"Yeah, whatever," Jinyoung scoffs lightly.
He runs a hand through his hair, combing his sweaty fringe off his face. He closes his eyes and tilts his head towards the air conditioner, savouring the slight tingling sensation as the cool air hits his forehead. Even with it on full blast, the air in the practice room is thick with the smell of body odour, but it's a small pleasure that helps keep Jinyoung on his feet. When he opens his eyes, he finds Jackson staring at him with a strange glint in his eyes.
"What?" Jinyoung takes a step back, feeling oddly self conscious.
"Nothing," Jackson shakes his head, his lips curling up into a smirk. "One quick question before we start again."
"What is it?"
"This will definitely be the last run through that we'll do, right, no matter how many mistakes I make?"
"Uhhh, yes, I suppose that was the deal," Jinyoung says reluctantly. "But you promised to try to get it right," he hastily adds when Jackson's smirk only widens.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll definitely try my hardest," he leans forward, huffing the last word in Jinyoung's face. Jinyoung waves one hand in front of face while he pushes Jackson away with the other.
"Just get in position, you weirdo."
Jinyoung moves to get the remote to reset their music, ignoring the high pitched giggle that reverberates through the small room. When he turns back around, Jackson is lying on his side in his infamous pose. Before Jinyoung can say anything, Jackson sits up, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Jinyoung narrows his eyes. Jackson holds his hands up in a pacifying manner before he lies down on his back with his knees up. Jinyoung kneels down and straddles the other man's hips, pulling the oversized shirt he's wearing over Jackson's raised knees. He presses play on the remote and slides it away before the song starts to play.
'Tell 'em, Lil Mama!' Jinyoung mouths, moving his arms and swaying his upper body to the beat as Jackson taps his legs from side to side. Right when Jinyoung is about to jump up and continue the routine, a pair of hands grabs him by the hips, holding him down.
"Wha-?"
"Sorry, I tried to be good, and I managed to hold out this long, but I can't anymore," Jackson half groans, half whines before he tightens his grip on Jinyoung's hips.
"Jackson, what the fuck are you doing?" Jinyoung gasps as Jackson rolls his hips, pressing a hard bulge against his thigh.
"You've had your ass planted right on my crotch for the better part of the day, what do you think I'm doing?" Jackson thrusts his hips up, sending a jolt of lust through Jinyoung's body.
"But here? Now?" Jinyoung holds Jackson's knees for support as the other man keeps thrusting and grinding.
"Weren't you listening? I can't wait any longer," Jackson thrusts his hips one last time, using the momentum to sit up and tip Jinyoung onto his hands and knees. Before he can blink, one of Jackson's hands moves from his hip and slithers down into his pants. "Besides, you seem to be warming up to the idea." Jackson's smug smirk is practically audible, but Jinyoung is too busy struggling to keep his body upright as it's wracked by pleasure to be annoyed.
"Ahhh, hurry up," he gasps, his hands curling into fists on the hardwood floor as his hips buck forward into Jackson's hand. There will come a day when Jinyoung won't give in to Jackson, but today is not that day. Infuriatingly, Jackson pulls his hand out of Jinyoung's pants. "Jackson," he growls, throwing a glare over his shoulder.
"Hey, you've been teasing me all day. It's not my fault if you can't handle a dose of your own medicine," Jackson shrugs, grinding his erection against Jinyoung's ass.
"Cut the crap and fuck me or I'll find someone who will." He won't, but Jackson is too insecure to call his bluff. Sure enough, Jackson's hands fly to unbutton Jinyoung's pants.
"Alright, calm down, I was just kidding. I already said I was rearing to go."
Jinyoung hears the sound of Jackson unzipping his pants and then a small pop, before slick fingers start to probe his entrance.
"Wait a minute, did you seriously just happen to have lube in your pocket?" Jinyoung flinches slightly as the air conditioning makes the cool liquid even colder.
"Always be prepared," Jackson leans forward so he can hook his chin over Jinyoung's shoulder. Jinyoung tilts his head so he can cover Jackson's grin with his own lips.
"Hurry up," he says softly.
"Yes, sir," Jackson steals another kiss before sucks at Jinyoung's pulse point, one hand easing himself inside Jinyoung's body while the other lazily strokes Jinyoung's cock.
"Ahhhh," Jinyoung bites his lower lip, his eyes clenching shut as they prickle slightly. He's been stretched enough to allow for Jackson to fit inside him, but not so much that there's no considerable burn with the pleasure. Jinyoung must admit-to himself, lest Jackson become insufferable-that Jackson is really a quick study when it comes to what he likes.
"Oh, fuck, you feel amazing. So tight and hot," Jackson groans. Once he's fully inside Jinyoung, Jackson hammers out a few shallow thrusts, his hand tightening around Jinyoung's erection, before he maintains a steady, languid pace. Jinyoung hisses, trying not to cry out. "Come on, tell me how much you love it."
"You talk too much," Jinyoung grits out through his teeth. Jackson's pace slows to an agonising speed, his hand no longer stroking Jinyoung's cock. "The fuck?" Jinyoung tries to buck his hips backwards, but Jackson holds him in place. As annoyed as he is, a thrill runs through him and his cock twitches at the display of strength.
"I wanna hear it."
Jinyoung heaves a sigh, letting his head drop between his arms. "You weren't lying when you said you win at all things lower body related. Now, work your magic so I can come."
"Say please," Jackson croons. Jinyoung's eye roll is stopped midway, when Jackson delivers one deep, sharp thrust that makes white spots appear in his vision.
"Ah, please! Harder," Jinyoung pants.
He barely gets the words out before his ass is tilted up and Jackson starts drilling him. His chest is heaving, his body is trembling and tears are welling in his eyes; it won't be long now, but Jinyoung still needs that last push before he can tumble over the edge.
"Jackson!" He leans up on his hands, tilting his head to expose the side of his neck. "Jackson, please!" If asked, Jinyoung would claim that the needy whine in his voice was a deliberate and calculated manipulation tactic, in no way due to a loss of control.
"I got you, baby," Jackson grunts before he sucks at Jinyoung's neck and sinks his teeth into the offered flesh, his hips moving faster in one final burst of energy.
"Uhahhh!" Jinyoung throws his head back so hard that he's probably given himself a crick. "Oh, shit," his arms finally give out and he slumps to the floor. Jackson is right behind him, hot breath beating down on his neck as Jackson's body convulses.
For a long moment, the two of them just lie on the floor, their heated skin gradually cooling and their short breaths slowly becoming even. Jinyoung's senses finally return to him just as he's starting to drift off on the floor. The thought of him falling asleep here and being discovered with his pants around his knees and come trails on the back of his thighs make him sit up with a jolt, knocking Jackson off his back.
"Ouch, abuse," Jackson whines pitifully.
"Come on, let's head back to the dorm," Jinyoung says, already on his feet and making himself decent. "Get up," he lightly kicks Jackson in the thigh.
Jackson pushes himself to his feet with a loud groan, tucking himself back inside his pants. "Alright, I'm up," he grabs Jinyoung by the arms and pulls him into a kiss, his arms squeezing Jinyoung around the waist. Even after he pulls away, he makes sure to keep one arm around Jinyoung.
"If I wasn't fucking you myself, I might be surprised to hear how clingy you get afterwards," Jinyoung shakes his head.
"You should be glad for it. It keeps me from being too repulsed by the fact that your asshole is gonna be crusted with come by the time we make it back to the dorm," Jackson smiles sweetly.
"Remind me to 'accidentally' break your dick when I have to sit on you again later," Jinyoung drawls. Jackson plants a wet kiss on his cheek.
Pairing: Jackson/Jinyoung
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~1.7k
Summary: Jackson and Jinyoung fool around in the practice room after a long night of rehearsing a compromising move.
A/N: Refer to this video for the routine they're supposed to be practising.
"Jackson, it is nearly two o'clock in the fucking morning," Jinyoung sighs, burying his sweaty face in his equally sweaty hands when Jackson makes yet another mistake. "We have this, Music Bank filming, and a god damned photo shoot scheduled for tomorrow. Settle down, focus, and get the fucking choreography right."
"I know, I know, and it's not like I'm not trying, I've just got so much pent up nervous energy and it's making me rush ahead," Jackson shrugs helplessly, as if the situation is entirely out of his control. God only knows how he's still got that much energy to spare this late in the day. "Anyway, stop stressing so much, we've done this before and we were great; we'll be just fine," he gives Jinyoung a thumbs up, flashing that annoyingly adorable grin that never fails to draw a smile out him.
"Alright, alright," Jinyoung sighs, fighting to keep the smile off his face, "we'll run through it one more time and then leave it to God."
"That's the spirit," Jackson grins, slapping Jinyoung playfully on the chest. Jinyoung shakes his head, chuckling despite himself. One of the best-and worst-things about Jackson is how easily he can influence someone's mood.
"Yeah, whatever," Jinyoung scoffs lightly.
He runs a hand through his hair, combing his sweaty fringe off his face. He closes his eyes and tilts his head towards the air conditioner, savouring the slight tingling sensation as the cool air hits his forehead. Even with it on full blast, the air in the practice room is thick with the smell of body odour, but it's a small pleasure that helps keep Jinyoung on his feet. When he opens his eyes, he finds Jackson staring at him with a strange glint in his eyes.
"What?" Jinyoung takes a step back, feeling oddly self conscious.
"Nothing," Jackson shakes his head, his lips curling up into a smirk. "One quick question before we start again."
"What is it?"
"This will definitely be the last run through that we'll do, right, no matter how many mistakes I make?"
"Uhhh, yes, I suppose that was the deal," Jinyoung says reluctantly. "But you promised to try to get it right," he hastily adds when Jackson's smirk only widens.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll definitely try my hardest," he leans forward, huffing the last word in Jinyoung's face. Jinyoung waves one hand in front of face while he pushes Jackson away with the other.
"Just get in position, you weirdo."
Jinyoung moves to get the remote to reset their music, ignoring the high pitched giggle that reverberates through the small room. When he turns back around, Jackson is lying on his side in his infamous pose. Before Jinyoung can say anything, Jackson sits up, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Jinyoung narrows his eyes. Jackson holds his hands up in a pacifying manner before he lies down on his back with his knees up. Jinyoung kneels down and straddles the other man's hips, pulling the oversized shirt he's wearing over Jackson's raised knees. He presses play on the remote and slides it away before the song starts to play.
'Tell 'em, Lil Mama!' Jinyoung mouths, moving his arms and swaying his upper body to the beat as Jackson taps his legs from side to side. Right when Jinyoung is about to jump up and continue the routine, a pair of hands grabs him by the hips, holding him down.
"Wha-?"
"Sorry, I tried to be good, and I managed to hold out this long, but I can't anymore," Jackson half groans, half whines before he tightens his grip on Jinyoung's hips.
"Jackson, what the fuck are you doing?" Jinyoung gasps as Jackson rolls his hips, pressing a hard bulge against his thigh.
"You've had your ass planted right on my crotch for the better part of the day, what do you think I'm doing?" Jackson thrusts his hips up, sending a jolt of lust through Jinyoung's body.
"But here? Now?" Jinyoung holds Jackson's knees for support as the other man keeps thrusting and grinding.
"Weren't you listening? I can't wait any longer," Jackson thrusts his hips one last time, using the momentum to sit up and tip Jinyoung onto his hands and knees. Before he can blink, one of Jackson's hands moves from his hip and slithers down into his pants. "Besides, you seem to be warming up to the idea." Jackson's smug smirk is practically audible, but Jinyoung is too busy struggling to keep his body upright as it's wracked by pleasure to be annoyed.
"Ahhh, hurry up," he gasps, his hands curling into fists on the hardwood floor as his hips buck forward into Jackson's hand. There will come a day when Jinyoung won't give in to Jackson, but today is not that day. Infuriatingly, Jackson pulls his hand out of Jinyoung's pants. "Jackson," he growls, throwing a glare over his shoulder.
"Hey, you've been teasing me all day. It's not my fault if you can't handle a dose of your own medicine," Jackson shrugs, grinding his erection against Jinyoung's ass.
"Cut the crap and fuck me or I'll find someone who will." He won't, but Jackson is too insecure to call his bluff. Sure enough, Jackson's hands fly to unbutton Jinyoung's pants.
"Alright, calm down, I was just kidding. I already said I was rearing to go."
Jinyoung hears the sound of Jackson unzipping his pants and then a small pop, before slick fingers start to probe his entrance.
"Wait a minute, did you seriously just happen to have lube in your pocket?" Jinyoung flinches slightly as the air conditioning makes the cool liquid even colder.
"Always be prepared," Jackson leans forward so he can hook his chin over Jinyoung's shoulder. Jinyoung tilts his head so he can cover Jackson's grin with his own lips.
"Hurry up," he says softly.
"Yes, sir," Jackson steals another kiss before sucks at Jinyoung's pulse point, one hand easing himself inside Jinyoung's body while the other lazily strokes Jinyoung's cock.
"Ahhhh," Jinyoung bites his lower lip, his eyes clenching shut as they prickle slightly. He's been stretched enough to allow for Jackson to fit inside him, but not so much that there's no considerable burn with the pleasure. Jinyoung must admit-to himself, lest Jackson become insufferable-that Jackson is really a quick study when it comes to what he likes.
"Oh, fuck, you feel amazing. So tight and hot," Jackson groans. Once he's fully inside Jinyoung, Jackson hammers out a few shallow thrusts, his hand tightening around Jinyoung's erection, before he maintains a steady, languid pace. Jinyoung hisses, trying not to cry out. "Come on, tell me how much you love it."
"You talk too much," Jinyoung grits out through his teeth. Jackson's pace slows to an agonising speed, his hand no longer stroking Jinyoung's cock. "The fuck?" Jinyoung tries to buck his hips backwards, but Jackson holds him in place. As annoyed as he is, a thrill runs through him and his cock twitches at the display of strength.
"I wanna hear it."
Jinyoung heaves a sigh, letting his head drop between his arms. "You weren't lying when you said you win at all things lower body related. Now, work your magic so I can come."
"Say please," Jackson croons. Jinyoung's eye roll is stopped midway, when Jackson delivers one deep, sharp thrust that makes white spots appear in his vision.
"Ah, please! Harder," Jinyoung pants.
He barely gets the words out before his ass is tilted up and Jackson starts drilling him. His chest is heaving, his body is trembling and tears are welling in his eyes; it won't be long now, but Jinyoung still needs that last push before he can tumble over the edge.
"Jackson!" He leans up on his hands, tilting his head to expose the side of his neck. "Jackson, please!" If asked, Jinyoung would claim that the needy whine in his voice was a deliberate and calculated manipulation tactic, in no way due to a loss of control.
"I got you, baby," Jackson grunts before he sucks at Jinyoung's neck and sinks his teeth into the offered flesh, his hips moving faster in one final burst of energy.
"Uhahhh!" Jinyoung throws his head back so hard that he's probably given himself a crick. "Oh, shit," his arms finally give out and he slumps to the floor. Jackson is right behind him, hot breath beating down on his neck as Jackson's body convulses.
For a long moment, the two of them just lie on the floor, their heated skin gradually cooling and their short breaths slowly becoming even. Jinyoung's senses finally return to him just as he's starting to drift off on the floor. The thought of him falling asleep here and being discovered with his pants around his knees and come trails on the back of his thighs make him sit up with a jolt, knocking Jackson off his back.
"Ouch, abuse," Jackson whines pitifully.
"Come on, let's head back to the dorm," Jinyoung says, already on his feet and making himself decent. "Get up," he lightly kicks Jackson in the thigh.
Jackson pushes himself to his feet with a loud groan, tucking himself back inside his pants. "Alright, I'm up," he grabs Jinyoung by the arms and pulls him into a kiss, his arms squeezing Jinyoung around the waist. Even after he pulls away, he makes sure to keep one arm around Jinyoung.
"If I wasn't fucking you myself, I might be surprised to hear how clingy you get afterwards," Jinyoung shakes his head.
"You should be glad for it. It keeps me from being too repulsed by the fact that your asshole is gonna be crusted with come by the time we make it back to the dorm," Jackson smiles sweetly.
"Remind me to 'accidentally' break your dick when I have to sit on you again later," Jinyoung drawls. Jackson plants a wet kiss on his cheek.