[one shot] too hot (hot damn!)
Title: too hot (hot damn!)
Pairing: Jackson/JB
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~1.5k
Summary: Jaebum gets picked for a Men's Health Magazine photo-shoot over Jackson. This upsets him until he realises the benefits to this turn of events.
Jackson stabs his spoon into his half melted cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream, swirling the pink plastic utensil around in the soupy mess before he lifts it to his mouth. With a surprise cold front disrupting the warm, sunny weather, it’s a bit too cold for him to be enjoying ice cream, but he’s eating it out of spite more than anything else. Jaebum still hasn’t returned to the dorm yet, but Jackson is ready and waiting on the sofa, eager to rub Jaebum’s face in the fact that he can’t have ice cream for another two weeks. Serves him right.
“Good lord, are you still out here sulking?” Jackson shifts his gaze from the front door at the sound of Jinyoung’s exasperated voice behind him.
“Me, sulk?” Jackson asks incredulously, a hand on his chest.
Jinyoung rolls his eyes from where he’s leaning against the back of the sofa. “It was never going to be you. We’ve all said this several times before, Jaebum-hyung is the one with the best body in the group and you’re just the runner up.”
Jackson leaps to his feet, the plastic spoon clenched in his teeth. Jinyoung pushes himself off the sofa and ducks out of the living room, aiming a smug smile over his shoulder just before he disappears into his room. Jackson throws himself back onto the sofa with a huff. His cheek is aching from where the spoon dug into it too hard, but he simply aggravates the cut further by gnawing on the utensil in frustration. At least his pride now has some company. Sure, Jaebum is undeniably good-looking, with a body that begs to be sculpted and put on display in an art museum, but that doesn’t mean that Jackson is some kind of troll. It wasn’t ridiculous of him to think that he could be the one selected to do the Men’s Health photo shoot, right? Jackson used to be a national representative athlete for fucks sake! He’s the one in the group with the most exhaustive workout and the gym is practically a third home for him.
“They could’ve even picked the both of us,” Jackson grumbles under his breath as he self-consciously rubs at his thighs. It’s funny, his legs were a point of pride when Jackson was a fencer-shit, they only did about seventy percent of the work in winning him his medals. But at least they’re the same size even if they are too big and too short. Setting his cup of melting ice cream down on the low table, Jackson crosses his arms and runs his palms over his biceps. Although the muscles in his right arm have shrunk and weakened in the past three years, they’re still visibly bigger than the muscles in his left arm. It only makes sense that the people at Men’s Health Magazine would rather someone with less ridiculous proportions.
“I’m back,” a familiar voice says softly. Jackson looks up as the front door opens and Jaebum steps inside. He’s wearing nothing but an old, well-worn pair of black sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a grey hoodie, but the outline of his toned body is easy to see through his workout clothes. Jackson’s fingers digs into his arms. “Oh, hey, Jackson,” Jaebum smiles, suppressing a yawn as he toes off his trainers.
“Hey,” Jackson mumbles. It’s an uncharacteristically bland greeting, but Jaebum doesn’t seem to take any notice of that.
“You should be in bed by now. It’s already…half past one and we have a full day ahead of us tomorrow,” Jaebum admonishes him, or at least Jackson thinks he does. It’s hard to tell since half of the older man’s sentence got swallowed up in a jaw-splitting yawn.
Jackson opens his mouth to retort when Jaebum starts stripping off his hoodie and t-shirt right there in the living room. Jackson watches him, slack jawed, his eyes roving over the toned muscles that Jaebum is shamelessly exposing. Jaebum, paying no attention to his unwitting audience, tosses his soiled clothes onto the dirty laundry pile. When he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants, Jackson’s mouth goes dry. If his leader could be called ‘hot’ before he started his special diet and workout, then now he’s nothing less than scalding. As he moves to kick his sweatpants off, the now defined muscles in his back ripple, his skin glistening with sweat.
“Ahhh, I can’t wait to take a hot shower,” Jaebum groans, titling his head back and pushing his hair off his forehead.
Jackson closes his mouth at last, swallowing hard. Unfortunately, his brain is so fried that he manages to fuck that up, and he ends up doubled over with a coughing fit as his saliva goes down the wrong passage.
“You okay?” Jaebum asks, his voice much closer than it was a minute ago.
Jackson feels his personal space get a bit warmer before a hand rests on his shoulder. Jackson shoots up so quickly the back of his head bounces on the sofa. Something cold and wet is slowly seeping into the leg of his pyjama bottoms, and Jackson strongly suspects that he just spilled the remains of his ice cream on himself, but it’s hard for him to really care about that when Jaebum is leaning over him in nothing but his underwear.
“Yeah, of course, I’m fine,” Jackson chokes out a laugh that is just this side of hysteric. He can feel his nostrils flaring in response to the heavy, manly scent wafting from Jaebum.
Jaebum cocks an eyebrow. “Clean this up,” he says flatly, gesturing to the floor without breaking eye contact.
“Yeah, sure,” Jackson cackles, his face heating up.
Jaebum shakes his head with a snort, but there’s a fond smile curving his lips. “Goodnight, Jackson,” he lightly slaps the side of Jackson’s neck before he straightens up and saunters towards the bathroom.
Jackson watches him go, his heart pounding in his chest as though he’s the one who just finished a vigorous workout. Breathing deeply to calm his heartbeat, Jackson spares a glance downwards and sees his overturned cup lying on the floor, and a light green stain splashed across the leg of his pyjamas. He heads to the kitchen to dispose of the cup and spoon, and to grab a flannel to wipe up the floor. After he finishes cleaning up, he heads over to his bedroom, stopping out the bathroom on the way. If he strains his ears, he can just about hear the sounds of Jaebum singing to himself over the noise of the shower. The shower where he’s currently soaking wet and completely naked…
“Hyung, what are you doing?” Jackson jumps three feet in the air at the sound of Yugyeom’s sleepy voice.
“Errr, I was…just about to brush my teeth. Yeah, I just finished my ice cream and needed to brush my teeth before I go to bed,” Jackson nods. “Wouldn’t want to get any cavities, you know.” Yugyeom squints at him in confusion. “And what are you doing up at this hour anyway? We have a full day ahead of us tomorrow.”
“I just woke up to pee,” Yugyeom blinks.
“Very good, carry on,” Jackson waves him off with one hand, opening the door to the shower with the other. He steps inside and runs right into something warm, damp, and solid.
“Whoa, there,” Jaebum holds him by the arms, steadying him.
“Oh, whoops,” Jackson chuckles nervously. This close he can see the slight pink hue that Jaebum’s skin takes after a hot bath, can smell the vanilla in his body wash and the lavender in his shampoo. “Just came to brush my teeth,” Jackson picks up his toothbrush from its holder over the sink and wiggles it a bit.
“Don’t be too long,” Jaebum slaps him on the shoulder as he heads back to his room. Jackson cranes his neck to keep him in sight, his gaze torn between Jaebum’s muscled back and the towel riding low on his hips.
“Hyung?”
Jackson gives himself whiplash as he turns to face Yugyeom, who is still eyeing him with confusion.
“Goodnight,” Jackson chirps before he shuts the door behind him and bounds off towards his room.
Two weeks later, on the day of the shooting, Jaebum will blink in surprise as Jackson joins him in the van to head off to the site of the photo-shoot. Jackson gesture to the camera crew and claim that he’s there to provide commentary and make the Real GOT7 filming more interesting since it would be a total wash otherwise, but he will repeatedly ask the photographer if he could be emailed all the photos taken that day.
Three months after that, Mark will find a copy of the magazine in Jackson’s pillowcase as he searches their room for his lost phone charger.
Pairing: Jackson/JB
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~1.5k
Summary: Jaebum gets picked for a Men's Health Magazine photo-shoot over Jackson. This upsets him until he realises the benefits to this turn of events.
Jackson stabs his spoon into his half melted cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream, swirling the pink plastic utensil around in the soupy mess before he lifts it to his mouth. With a surprise cold front disrupting the warm, sunny weather, it’s a bit too cold for him to be enjoying ice cream, but he’s eating it out of spite more than anything else. Jaebum still hasn’t returned to the dorm yet, but Jackson is ready and waiting on the sofa, eager to rub Jaebum’s face in the fact that he can’t have ice cream for another two weeks. Serves him right.
“Good lord, are you still out here sulking?” Jackson shifts his gaze from the front door at the sound of Jinyoung’s exasperated voice behind him.
“Me, sulk?” Jackson asks incredulously, a hand on his chest.
Jinyoung rolls his eyes from where he’s leaning against the back of the sofa. “It was never going to be you. We’ve all said this several times before, Jaebum-hyung is the one with the best body in the group and you’re just the runner up.”
Jackson leaps to his feet, the plastic spoon clenched in his teeth. Jinyoung pushes himself off the sofa and ducks out of the living room, aiming a smug smile over his shoulder just before he disappears into his room. Jackson throws himself back onto the sofa with a huff. His cheek is aching from where the spoon dug into it too hard, but he simply aggravates the cut further by gnawing on the utensil in frustration. At least his pride now has some company. Sure, Jaebum is undeniably good-looking, with a body that begs to be sculpted and put on display in an art museum, but that doesn’t mean that Jackson is some kind of troll. It wasn’t ridiculous of him to think that he could be the one selected to do the Men’s Health photo shoot, right? Jackson used to be a national representative athlete for fucks sake! He’s the one in the group with the most exhaustive workout and the gym is practically a third home for him.
“They could’ve even picked the both of us,” Jackson grumbles under his breath as he self-consciously rubs at his thighs. It’s funny, his legs were a point of pride when Jackson was a fencer-shit, they only did about seventy percent of the work in winning him his medals. But at least they’re the same size even if they are too big and too short. Setting his cup of melting ice cream down on the low table, Jackson crosses his arms and runs his palms over his biceps. Although the muscles in his right arm have shrunk and weakened in the past three years, they’re still visibly bigger than the muscles in his left arm. It only makes sense that the people at Men’s Health Magazine would rather someone with less ridiculous proportions.
“I’m back,” a familiar voice says softly. Jackson looks up as the front door opens and Jaebum steps inside. He’s wearing nothing but an old, well-worn pair of black sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a grey hoodie, but the outline of his toned body is easy to see through his workout clothes. Jackson’s fingers digs into his arms. “Oh, hey, Jackson,” Jaebum smiles, suppressing a yawn as he toes off his trainers.
“Hey,” Jackson mumbles. It’s an uncharacteristically bland greeting, but Jaebum doesn’t seem to take any notice of that.
“You should be in bed by now. It’s already…half past one and we have a full day ahead of us tomorrow,” Jaebum admonishes him, or at least Jackson thinks he does. It’s hard to tell since half of the older man’s sentence got swallowed up in a jaw-splitting yawn.
Jackson opens his mouth to retort when Jaebum starts stripping off his hoodie and t-shirt right there in the living room. Jackson watches him, slack jawed, his eyes roving over the toned muscles that Jaebum is shamelessly exposing. Jaebum, paying no attention to his unwitting audience, tosses his soiled clothes onto the dirty laundry pile. When he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants, Jackson’s mouth goes dry. If his leader could be called ‘hot’ before he started his special diet and workout, then now he’s nothing less than scalding. As he moves to kick his sweatpants off, the now defined muscles in his back ripple, his skin glistening with sweat.
“Ahhh, I can’t wait to take a hot shower,” Jaebum groans, titling his head back and pushing his hair off his forehead.
Jackson closes his mouth at last, swallowing hard. Unfortunately, his brain is so fried that he manages to fuck that up, and he ends up doubled over with a coughing fit as his saliva goes down the wrong passage.
“You okay?” Jaebum asks, his voice much closer than it was a minute ago.
Jackson feels his personal space get a bit warmer before a hand rests on his shoulder. Jackson shoots up so quickly the back of his head bounces on the sofa. Something cold and wet is slowly seeping into the leg of his pyjama bottoms, and Jackson strongly suspects that he just spilled the remains of his ice cream on himself, but it’s hard for him to really care about that when Jaebum is leaning over him in nothing but his underwear.
“Yeah, of course, I’m fine,” Jackson chokes out a laugh that is just this side of hysteric. He can feel his nostrils flaring in response to the heavy, manly scent wafting from Jaebum.
Jaebum cocks an eyebrow. “Clean this up,” he says flatly, gesturing to the floor without breaking eye contact.
“Yeah, sure,” Jackson cackles, his face heating up.
Jaebum shakes his head with a snort, but there’s a fond smile curving his lips. “Goodnight, Jackson,” he lightly slaps the side of Jackson’s neck before he straightens up and saunters towards the bathroom.
Jackson watches him go, his heart pounding in his chest as though he’s the one who just finished a vigorous workout. Breathing deeply to calm his heartbeat, Jackson spares a glance downwards and sees his overturned cup lying on the floor, and a light green stain splashed across the leg of his pyjamas. He heads to the kitchen to dispose of the cup and spoon, and to grab a flannel to wipe up the floor. After he finishes cleaning up, he heads over to his bedroom, stopping out the bathroom on the way. If he strains his ears, he can just about hear the sounds of Jaebum singing to himself over the noise of the shower. The shower where he’s currently soaking wet and completely naked…
“Hyung, what are you doing?” Jackson jumps three feet in the air at the sound of Yugyeom’s sleepy voice.
“Errr, I was…just about to brush my teeth. Yeah, I just finished my ice cream and needed to brush my teeth before I go to bed,” Jackson nods. “Wouldn’t want to get any cavities, you know.” Yugyeom squints at him in confusion. “And what are you doing up at this hour anyway? We have a full day ahead of us tomorrow.”
“I just woke up to pee,” Yugyeom blinks.
“Very good, carry on,” Jackson waves him off with one hand, opening the door to the shower with the other. He steps inside and runs right into something warm, damp, and solid.
“Whoa, there,” Jaebum holds him by the arms, steadying him.
“Oh, whoops,” Jackson chuckles nervously. This close he can see the slight pink hue that Jaebum’s skin takes after a hot bath, can smell the vanilla in his body wash and the lavender in his shampoo. “Just came to brush my teeth,” Jackson picks up his toothbrush from its holder over the sink and wiggles it a bit.
“Don’t be too long,” Jaebum slaps him on the shoulder as he heads back to his room. Jackson cranes his neck to keep him in sight, his gaze torn between Jaebum’s muscled back and the towel riding low on his hips.
“Hyung?”
Jackson gives himself whiplash as he turns to face Yugyeom, who is still eyeing him with confusion.
“Goodnight,” Jackson chirps before he shuts the door behind him and bounds off towards his room.
Two weeks later, on the day of the shooting, Jaebum will blink in surprise as Jackson joins him in the van to head off to the site of the photo-shoot. Jackson gesture to the camera crew and claim that he’s there to provide commentary and make the Real GOT7 filming more interesting since it would be a total wash otherwise, but he will repeatedly ask the photographer if he could be emailed all the photos taken that day.
Three months after that, Mark will find a copy of the magazine in Jackson’s pillowcase as he searches their room for his lost phone charger.