Get our grind on, Grabbing, Calling me Biggie like Shine home (2/3)
Not under your bed, They're in your head (or at least just their song lyrics)
2.6k words | jaebum/jackson | nc-17 | college!au, smut, humour
a/n: I’M SORRY BECAUSE THIS IS A MONTH OVER DUE but I’m also sorry bc this isn’t finished yet. Fuck.
part one
Jaebum ends up seeing Jackson very often, but maybe not for the reasons you think.
Everyone else seems to back by last day of the break and the campus is bustling again with students, lazing around on the grass and catching up with each other. Jaebum’s excited to pick up his new art elective, Behavioural Studies because it gives him a break from all the music theory that was packed into his curriculum last semester. As much as he does love music, he’d rather keep it simple and raw as much as he can without over thinking about if the track has a pianissimo or a pianississimo. And also because of the fact that the class doesn’t have a final exam. Booyah.
Apparently the rest of the campus has similar ideas because the lecture hall he walks into the first day of school is massive and is packed full of students filling the aisle of seats, Jaebum is almost struggling to find a free one. Of course, there are plenty at the front that everyone else avoids so Jaebum decides to sit down in the second row. He guarantees that there will be more than enough seats as the semester passes and students will inevitably yield to laziness.
5 minutes before the lecture is set to begin, Jackson Wang and his posse walk through the doors and Jaebum is somewhat surprised. He’s a little flustered when he offers a meek wave at Jackson, who spots him almost immediately and continues to be even more flustered when Jackson breaks off from his large group of friends to take a seat next to him. He didn’t pick Jackson to be the type to sit in the front row, but maybe Jaebum is his type.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Jackson smiles at him as he makes himself as comfortable as you can be in the lecture seat. “Looks like we’ll be getting very close to one another.”
As interesting as the housekeeping and course outline sounds, Jaebum can’t seem to keep focused on anything except Jackson’s heated skin next to his forearm on the tiny lecture table and the sweet Jackson’s cologne. Even the little things Jackson does manages to send him off in a frenzy, like the way Jackson holds his pen between his slender digits and his pants feel a bit tighter in remembrance of what those same fingers did not two nights ago.
Jaebum rearranges himself uncomfortably in his seat.
It’s almost if Jackson knows how much he affects Jaebum because when they exit the lecture together, Jackson turns around with a smirk painted on his lips asking him, “Do you have anything else on for the day or..?”, leaving the sentence open ended but lewdly tilting his head towards the dorms.
Jaebum swallows a bit of saliva gathering in his throat. “I thought you didn’t see anyone before six?”
Jackson’s reply is merely to take Jaebum by the hand and drag him towards his room. “I’ll make an exception for you.”
Jaebum groans, whether in pain or arousal he isn’t quite sure, as Jackson pushes him roughly onto the sofa, legs collapsing under him as the backs of his knees meet the arm rest and he falls gracelessly onto the cheap upholstery, Jackson straddling his torso after him.
Jackson immediately dives in for Jaebum’s lips, grabbing the sides of Jaebum’s face and pulling him in hungrily, seeking out his tongue when he fits his plump lips over Jaebum’s thinner ones. He doesn’t know what it is about Jackson today but he seems so much more enthusiastic today, fingers scrabbling to remove Jaebum’s flannel and nails dancing across his skin drawing painful, red lines.
“Woah calm down,” Jaebum almost has to push Jackson apart by his chest, breathing heavily and lips bruised. “You don’t have any other classes today right?”
Jackson’s lips have migrated to suckling tiny, little love marks on Jaebum’s throat, lips only breaking apart from his skin to answer in soft, desperate whispers. “I’ve got an economics tute in 40 minutes.”
Ah. So that explains the enthusiasm.
“Looks like we’ll have to make this quick then.”
Jaebum squirms his way out of his teeshirt, a task with Jackson on his stomach and throws it away in the same direction as his flannel and dives for Jackson’s zipper, not bothering to take off Jackson’s top but rather just lifting it out of the way.
He only pulls Jackson’s jeans low enough to reveal the vital body parts, just below his thighs so Jaebum can reach a hand into his boxers and pull out Jackson’s cock enough just to give a slow, teasing stroke despite being strapped for time. Because if anything Jaebum’s learned since being with Jackson, it’s how to tease.
Jackson bucks his hips and holds his shirt up to bring it in between his rows of teeth, a humorous attempt at keeping quiet. It bares Jackson’s unblemished skin to Jaebum and he makes sure to remind himself to mark it the next time they see each other. Which will hopefully be very soon. But for now, Jaebum focuses on getting Jackson off in time for his class, foregoing the teasing to play with Jackson’s foreskin, rubbing it with a thumb and index finger while his other hand slides past Jackson’s hipbones and up to his pecs to tweak at a nipple.
The cotton in Jacksons mouth becomes damp with saliva, the other having his eyes closed in bliss and hips bucking to ask for more. Jaebum throws his head to the side for a quick check of time, noting that he has twenty five minutes left before Jackson has to leave, which is plenty of time for Jaebum to get off as well.
Before Jackson knows it, he’s being knocked off Jaebum’s stomach and his back collides with the arm rest of the couch, Jaebum between his spread legs and rushing to undo his belt and fly. Jackson knocks his hands out of the way because he is very skilled at his task and once Jaebum’s boxers are pulled down, Jaebum is quick to grind down against Jackson into the couch.
“Fuck that is so hot,” Jackson’s shirt is lying wet at his collar bone as the younger takes a peek down at their frotting, Jackson’s dick curved against Jaebum’s girth. Jackson wraps a hand around them both, just barely managing it with how thick Jaebum is as Jaebum grinds his hips so that the crowns of their cocks brush against each other in sensitivity.
“Jaebum I’m gonna come,” Jackson’s body freezes up, hips stuttering as he strokes both himself and Jaebum rapidly through his release, come spurting up and landing on their chests. Jaebum has the mind to take a hand and direct his cock down onto Jackson’s stomach, come hot on Jackson’s skin and even through his lethargic, orgasmic bliss, Jackson lives to be a cocktease and brings two fingers down to swipe at the puddle on his stomach and wrap his lips around the digits coated with Jaebum’s release.
“You’re going to be the end of me Jackson Wang.”
“Then it looks like I’m going to be with you till your end then, Im Jaebum.”
They spend the majority of the semester in heated make out sessions and scarring their roommates for the rest of their life; because nothing will be able to erase the image of Jaebum pounding into Jackson’s ass against the wall out of their heads.
Jaebum comes to learn Jackson’s body very well, playing with it like an instrument he can play in his music classes. They’ve settled into a not negotiated but mutual relationship (kind of relationship) of fuck buddies on most days, and more often than not, cuddle buddies. It’s comfortable and it’s exactly what Jaebum needs so he doesn’t dare ask Jackson what they actually are. Although it might just be because they end up against the hardwood of Jackson’s door every night, or sometimes across the study table that feels like it might collapse under the weight of Jaebum’s every thrust, or sometimes splayed across Mark’s bed when Jackson feels like fucking him as well as Jaebum. But Jaebum doesn’t hear any of Jackson’s wanton moans that aren’t followed by Jaebum’s own laboured grunting so he guesses that’s more than enough to define what their relationship is.
Jackson puts it to the test when they’re cuddling on Jaebum’s bed one day, after Jackson had given him a lazy blow job and Jaebum had rimmed Jackson until he was screaming for release, when Jackson tells him.
“I’m going out for a road trip with a couple of friends over our mid-sem break.”
Jaebum stops stroking the back of Jackson’s neck, the joint where his hair line meets skin and Jackson grunts unhappily until Jaebum resumes his petting.
“Okay, have fun. Don’t forget to wear sunscreen.”
And without further argument, Jackson buries his face into Jaebum’s warm chest and they doze off into slumber before Jackson wakes up a few hours later to Jaebum’s soft kisses on his eyelids for his business class at two.
The four days without Jackson is the most Jaebum has gone without orgasm for a very long time. He sent Jackson off in the wee hours of sunlight Thursday morning, not without a hard glare at Kangjoon in the drivers seat and a warm smile at Youngji in the back, knowing she’ll keep the boys in check. Jaebum spends his days preparing notes for next week’s classes and catching up with Jinyoung for dinner and study sessions. Jackson had come tumbling into his life like a tornado but life feels bleak without Jackson’s boisterous laughter and cocksure smiles of sexual promises.
He’s dozing in bed Monday night, the last day of their break when he feels the covers of his bed being peeled up and a warm body crawling in to press against his back. Jaebum merely shuffles over in bed to make more room and Jackson wraps his arms around Jaebum’s torso, rubbing his face into Jaebum’s shoulder and breathing in Jaebum’s musk.
“Missed you.” Jackson presses a kiss into his shoulder.
“Same.” Jaebum grunts back in a sleepy haze.
If Jaebum had to think about it, Jackson has been acting…odd. While he appreciates Jackson’s never ending thirst to throw himself at Jaebum’s dick, Jaebum feels guilty at not reciprocating the favour. Their sexual escapades have always started with Jackson rubbing a cheeky hand over the crotch of Jaebum’s pants and Jackson creaming his boxers before Jaebum can even lay a hand on Jackson’s skin. It’s been two weeks since Jackson had returned from his road trip, sporting red, flaking patches of skin because of course he forgot to apply sunscreen. Jaebum almost would have thought that Jackson had done this on purpose because he pleads Jaebum with a coy eye to apply lotion onto his bare shoulders. But Jackson’s short hisses of pain prove him otherwise and Jaebum tries to be gentle with him.
This has been the only time that Jackson has allowed him to touch him. Every time Jaebum reaches for the hem of Jackson’s shirt, he swipes Jaebum’s hands out of the way and distracts him with his mouth one way or another. In Jaebum’s defence, it is a very talented mouth.
He only catches watch Jackson has been hiding from him when he notices Jackson’s hand thumbing at his chest during their Behavioural Studies lecture. Jaebum doubts the scientifically mapped diagram of the human body is sexually stimulating enough for Jackson to be aroused. Jackson looks like he’s doing it mindlessly though, without a thought whilst scribbling down notes into his book.
Jaebum hisses under the lecturer’s boring drawl. “ What are you doing?”
Jackson looks like he’s been caught and his thumb pauses mid stroke, dropping his pen against the table. Jaebum doesn’t know what Jackson’s done but he looks embarrassed at being caught. “I’ll show you later.”
Show him what?
Jackson drags him by the hand back to their dorm and Jaebum feels reminiscent about the first time this happened. Good times. Much like the first time, Jackson pushes him back into the couch and closes the door behind him.
“I wanted it to heal before I showed you as a surprise but it looks like I’ve been caught.” Is the only thing he says before he’s pulling the scruff of his shirt to take it off and a flash of silver catches Jaebum’s eye.
“Is that a nipple piercing?” Jaebum ends out sounded exasperated and out of breath.
“Yeah, I got it done on the road trip.”
He pulls Jackson in by the hips for closer inspection of his chest. It’s a straight barbell with two metal balls sitting on either side Jackson’s left nipple. “And it feels good?”
“Yeah,” Jackson rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Really good.”
The thought of Jackson playing with it thoughtlessly because it felt good heats up Jaebum’s skin, but what pools at the bottom of his stomach is the fact that Jackson got it for him.
After a pause, Jaebum asks. “Can I touch it?”
Jackson whines. “The piercer said no naughty stuff for six weeks otherwise it’ll fuck up the healing process. But I’ve kind of stuffed that up already so, why not? Just no pulling or anything.”
Jaebum is cautious as he reaches up a hand to give a tiny stroke across Jackson’s nipple, marvelling at how the skin is pulled taut almost immediately at the touch to stand proudly with the barbell. Jackson chokes back a moan.
“Are you gonna get the other one done?” Jaebum is so close every time he speaks a soft puff of air travels across and further stimulates Jackson’s nipple.
“Maybe.”
A glance at the wall tells him that Jackson has 15 minutes to travel across campus to make it to his eco tute. And even though the couldn’t have done anything in the first place, Jackson is loath to put his shirt back on and part from Jaebum to run to class.
Now that Jaebum knows about it though, Jackson doesn’t hesitate to tease him with it. He plays with the jewellery in public when he knows Jaebum can’t do anything about it and Jaebum wants to kiss the smirk off his face so badly. He doesn’t try to hide it from Jaebum either and they can continue to terrorise their dorm mates at night. It drives Jaebum insane that he can’t touch it and he puts his frustration into the thrusts that he drives into Jackson.
The nipple piercing was the best thing Jackson has ever done and it was worth every bit of pain during the process.
Jaebum almost programs a countdown into his phone until he can touch Jackson. But of course, the 6 week warning is just a guideline and it’s entirely up to how Jackson is feeling. At the moment, Jackson is trying to convince him to attend a college party, for what occasion Jaebum has no idea.
“Come! It’ll be fun and I’ll get to show you off as my arm candy.”
Jaebum takes a bite out of his sandwich and looks towards Jinyoung for help.
“Yeah Jaebum! It’ll be fun!” Jinyoung taunts. Why were they friends in the first place.
“I don’t know man, parties aren’t really my thing.”
Jackson wraps a hand around Jaebum’s hand holding his lunch and pulls it towards himself across the table so he can take a bite, all the while maintaining eye contact with Jaebum. “I’ll make it your thing.”
Jaebum swallows his food. “Okay, I’ll come.”
Jackson smirks and chews his food. Jinyoung wrinkles his nose in disgust. “Remind me not to eat lunch with you guys ever again”
i'd like to formally apologise bc i feel like my writing has become worse because i'm out of practice and i'm not quite happy with this still so i'm going to take more time and break this up into another chapter. have fun crying everyone.
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2.6k words | jaebum/jackson | nc-17 | college!au, smut, humour
a/n: I’M SORRY BECAUSE THIS IS A MONTH OVER DUE but I’m also sorry bc this isn’t finished yet. Fuck.
part one
Jaebum ends up seeing Jackson very often, but maybe not for the reasons you think.
Everyone else seems to back by last day of the break and the campus is bustling again with students, lazing around on the grass and catching up with each other. Jaebum’s excited to pick up his new art elective, Behavioural Studies because it gives him a break from all the music theory that was packed into his curriculum last semester. As much as he does love music, he’d rather keep it simple and raw as much as he can without over thinking about if the track has a pianissimo or a pianississimo. And also because of the fact that the class doesn’t have a final exam. Booyah.
Apparently the rest of the campus has similar ideas because the lecture hall he walks into the first day of school is massive and is packed full of students filling the aisle of seats, Jaebum is almost struggling to find a free one. Of course, there are plenty at the front that everyone else avoids so Jaebum decides to sit down in the second row. He guarantees that there will be more than enough seats as the semester passes and students will inevitably yield to laziness.
5 minutes before the lecture is set to begin, Jackson Wang and his posse walk through the doors and Jaebum is somewhat surprised. He’s a little flustered when he offers a meek wave at Jackson, who spots him almost immediately and continues to be even more flustered when Jackson breaks off from his large group of friends to take a seat next to him. He didn’t pick Jackson to be the type to sit in the front row, but maybe Jaebum is his type.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Jackson smiles at him as he makes himself as comfortable as you can be in the lecture seat. “Looks like we’ll be getting very close to one another.”
As interesting as the housekeeping and course outline sounds, Jaebum can’t seem to keep focused on anything except Jackson’s heated skin next to his forearm on the tiny lecture table and the sweet Jackson’s cologne. Even the little things Jackson does manages to send him off in a frenzy, like the way Jackson holds his pen between his slender digits and his pants feel a bit tighter in remembrance of what those same fingers did not two nights ago.
Jaebum rearranges himself uncomfortably in his seat.
It’s almost if Jackson knows how much he affects Jaebum because when they exit the lecture together, Jackson turns around with a smirk painted on his lips asking him, “Do you have anything else on for the day or..?”, leaving the sentence open ended but lewdly tilting his head towards the dorms.
Jaebum swallows a bit of saliva gathering in his throat. “I thought you didn’t see anyone before six?”
Jackson’s reply is merely to take Jaebum by the hand and drag him towards his room. “I’ll make an exception for you.”
Jaebum groans, whether in pain or arousal he isn’t quite sure, as Jackson pushes him roughly onto the sofa, legs collapsing under him as the backs of his knees meet the arm rest and he falls gracelessly onto the cheap upholstery, Jackson straddling his torso after him.
Jackson immediately dives in for Jaebum’s lips, grabbing the sides of Jaebum’s face and pulling him in hungrily, seeking out his tongue when he fits his plump lips over Jaebum’s thinner ones. He doesn’t know what it is about Jackson today but he seems so much more enthusiastic today, fingers scrabbling to remove Jaebum’s flannel and nails dancing across his skin drawing painful, red lines.
“Woah calm down,” Jaebum almost has to push Jackson apart by his chest, breathing heavily and lips bruised. “You don’t have any other classes today right?”
Jackson’s lips have migrated to suckling tiny, little love marks on Jaebum’s throat, lips only breaking apart from his skin to answer in soft, desperate whispers. “I’ve got an economics tute in 40 minutes.”
Ah. So that explains the enthusiasm.
“Looks like we’ll have to make this quick then.”
Jaebum squirms his way out of his teeshirt, a task with Jackson on his stomach and throws it away in the same direction as his flannel and dives for Jackson’s zipper, not bothering to take off Jackson’s top but rather just lifting it out of the way.
He only pulls Jackson’s jeans low enough to reveal the vital body parts, just below his thighs so Jaebum can reach a hand into his boxers and pull out Jackson’s cock enough just to give a slow, teasing stroke despite being strapped for time. Because if anything Jaebum’s learned since being with Jackson, it’s how to tease.
Jackson bucks his hips and holds his shirt up to bring it in between his rows of teeth, a humorous attempt at keeping quiet. It bares Jackson’s unblemished skin to Jaebum and he makes sure to remind himself to mark it the next time they see each other. Which will hopefully be very soon. But for now, Jaebum focuses on getting Jackson off in time for his class, foregoing the teasing to play with Jackson’s foreskin, rubbing it with a thumb and index finger while his other hand slides past Jackson’s hipbones and up to his pecs to tweak at a nipple.
The cotton in Jacksons mouth becomes damp with saliva, the other having his eyes closed in bliss and hips bucking to ask for more. Jaebum throws his head to the side for a quick check of time, noting that he has twenty five minutes left before Jackson has to leave, which is plenty of time for Jaebum to get off as well.
Before Jackson knows it, he’s being knocked off Jaebum’s stomach and his back collides with the arm rest of the couch, Jaebum between his spread legs and rushing to undo his belt and fly. Jackson knocks his hands out of the way because he is very skilled at his task and once Jaebum’s boxers are pulled down, Jaebum is quick to grind down against Jackson into the couch.
“Fuck that is so hot,” Jackson’s shirt is lying wet at his collar bone as the younger takes a peek down at their frotting, Jackson’s dick curved against Jaebum’s girth. Jackson wraps a hand around them both, just barely managing it with how thick Jaebum is as Jaebum grinds his hips so that the crowns of their cocks brush against each other in sensitivity.
“Jaebum I’m gonna come,” Jackson’s body freezes up, hips stuttering as he strokes both himself and Jaebum rapidly through his release, come spurting up and landing on their chests. Jaebum has the mind to take a hand and direct his cock down onto Jackson’s stomach, come hot on Jackson’s skin and even through his lethargic, orgasmic bliss, Jackson lives to be a cocktease and brings two fingers down to swipe at the puddle on his stomach and wrap his lips around the digits coated with Jaebum’s release.
“You’re going to be the end of me Jackson Wang.”
“Then it looks like I’m going to be with you till your end then, Im Jaebum.”
They spend the majority of the semester in heated make out sessions and scarring their roommates for the rest of their life; because nothing will be able to erase the image of Jaebum pounding into Jackson’s ass against the wall out of their heads.
Jaebum comes to learn Jackson’s body very well, playing with it like an instrument he can play in his music classes. They’ve settled into a not negotiated but mutual relationship (kind of relationship) of fuck buddies on most days, and more often than not, cuddle buddies. It’s comfortable and it’s exactly what Jaebum needs so he doesn’t dare ask Jackson what they actually are. Although it might just be because they end up against the hardwood of Jackson’s door every night, or sometimes across the study table that feels like it might collapse under the weight of Jaebum’s every thrust, or sometimes splayed across Mark’s bed when Jackson feels like fucking him as well as Jaebum. But Jaebum doesn’t hear any of Jackson’s wanton moans that aren’t followed by Jaebum’s own laboured grunting so he guesses that’s more than enough to define what their relationship is.
Jackson puts it to the test when they’re cuddling on Jaebum’s bed one day, after Jackson had given him a lazy blow job and Jaebum had rimmed Jackson until he was screaming for release, when Jackson tells him.
“I’m going out for a road trip with a couple of friends over our mid-sem break.”
Jaebum stops stroking the back of Jackson’s neck, the joint where his hair line meets skin and Jackson grunts unhappily until Jaebum resumes his petting.
“Okay, have fun. Don’t forget to wear sunscreen.”
And without further argument, Jackson buries his face into Jaebum’s warm chest and they doze off into slumber before Jackson wakes up a few hours later to Jaebum’s soft kisses on his eyelids for his business class at two.
The four days without Jackson is the most Jaebum has gone without orgasm for a very long time. He sent Jackson off in the wee hours of sunlight Thursday morning, not without a hard glare at Kangjoon in the drivers seat and a warm smile at Youngji in the back, knowing she’ll keep the boys in check. Jaebum spends his days preparing notes for next week’s classes and catching up with Jinyoung for dinner and study sessions. Jackson had come tumbling into his life like a tornado but life feels bleak without Jackson’s boisterous laughter and cocksure smiles of sexual promises.
He’s dozing in bed Monday night, the last day of their break when he feels the covers of his bed being peeled up and a warm body crawling in to press against his back. Jaebum merely shuffles over in bed to make more room and Jackson wraps his arms around Jaebum’s torso, rubbing his face into Jaebum’s shoulder and breathing in Jaebum’s musk.
“Missed you.” Jackson presses a kiss into his shoulder.
“Same.” Jaebum grunts back in a sleepy haze.
If Jaebum had to think about it, Jackson has been acting…odd. While he appreciates Jackson’s never ending thirst to throw himself at Jaebum’s dick, Jaebum feels guilty at not reciprocating the favour. Their sexual escapades have always started with Jackson rubbing a cheeky hand over the crotch of Jaebum’s pants and Jackson creaming his boxers before Jaebum can even lay a hand on Jackson’s skin. It’s been two weeks since Jackson had returned from his road trip, sporting red, flaking patches of skin because of course he forgot to apply sunscreen. Jaebum almost would have thought that Jackson had done this on purpose because he pleads Jaebum with a coy eye to apply lotion onto his bare shoulders. But Jackson’s short hisses of pain prove him otherwise and Jaebum tries to be gentle with him.
This has been the only time that Jackson has allowed him to touch him. Every time Jaebum reaches for the hem of Jackson’s shirt, he swipes Jaebum’s hands out of the way and distracts him with his mouth one way or another. In Jaebum’s defence, it is a very talented mouth.
He only catches watch Jackson has been hiding from him when he notices Jackson’s hand thumbing at his chest during their Behavioural Studies lecture. Jaebum doubts the scientifically mapped diagram of the human body is sexually stimulating enough for Jackson to be aroused. Jackson looks like he’s doing it mindlessly though, without a thought whilst scribbling down notes into his book.
Jaebum hisses under the lecturer’s boring drawl. “ What are you doing?”
Jackson looks like he’s been caught and his thumb pauses mid stroke, dropping his pen against the table. Jaebum doesn’t know what Jackson’s done but he looks embarrassed at being caught. “I’ll show you later.”
Show him what?
Jackson drags him by the hand back to their dorm and Jaebum feels reminiscent about the first time this happened. Good times. Much like the first time, Jackson pushes him back into the couch and closes the door behind him.
“I wanted it to heal before I showed you as a surprise but it looks like I’ve been caught.” Is the only thing he says before he’s pulling the scruff of his shirt to take it off and a flash of silver catches Jaebum’s eye.
“Is that a nipple piercing?” Jaebum ends out sounded exasperated and out of breath.
“Yeah, I got it done on the road trip.”
He pulls Jackson in by the hips for closer inspection of his chest. It’s a straight barbell with two metal balls sitting on either side Jackson’s left nipple. “And it feels good?”
“Yeah,” Jackson rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Really good.”
The thought of Jackson playing with it thoughtlessly because it felt good heats up Jaebum’s skin, but what pools at the bottom of his stomach is the fact that Jackson got it for him.
After a pause, Jaebum asks. “Can I touch it?”
Jackson whines. “The piercer said no naughty stuff for six weeks otherwise it’ll fuck up the healing process. But I’ve kind of stuffed that up already so, why not? Just no pulling or anything.”
Jaebum is cautious as he reaches up a hand to give a tiny stroke across Jackson’s nipple, marvelling at how the skin is pulled taut almost immediately at the touch to stand proudly with the barbell. Jackson chokes back a moan.
“Are you gonna get the other one done?” Jaebum is so close every time he speaks a soft puff of air travels across and further stimulates Jackson’s nipple.
“Maybe.”
A glance at the wall tells him that Jackson has 15 minutes to travel across campus to make it to his eco tute. And even though the couldn’t have done anything in the first place, Jackson is loath to put his shirt back on and part from Jaebum to run to class.
Now that Jaebum knows about it though, Jackson doesn’t hesitate to tease him with it. He plays with the jewellery in public when he knows Jaebum can’t do anything about it and Jaebum wants to kiss the smirk off his face so badly. He doesn’t try to hide it from Jaebum either and they can continue to terrorise their dorm mates at night. It drives Jaebum insane that he can’t touch it and he puts his frustration into the thrusts that he drives into Jackson.
The nipple piercing was the best thing Jackson has ever done and it was worth every bit of pain during the process.
Jaebum almost programs a countdown into his phone until he can touch Jackson. But of course, the 6 week warning is just a guideline and it’s entirely up to how Jackson is feeling. At the moment, Jackson is trying to convince him to attend a college party, for what occasion Jaebum has no idea.
“Come! It’ll be fun and I’ll get to show you off as my arm candy.”
Jaebum takes a bite out of his sandwich and looks towards Jinyoung for help.
“Yeah Jaebum! It’ll be fun!” Jinyoung taunts. Why were they friends in the first place.
“I don’t know man, parties aren’t really my thing.”
Jackson wraps a hand around Jaebum’s hand holding his lunch and pulls it towards himself across the table so he can take a bite, all the while maintaining eye contact with Jaebum. “I’ll make it your thing.”
Jaebum swallows his food. “Okay, I’ll come.”
Jackson smirks and chews his food. Jinyoung wrinkles his nose in disgust. “Remind me not to eat lunch with you guys ever again”
i'd like to formally apologise bc i feel like my writing has become worse because i'm out of practice and i'm not quite happy with this still so i'm going to take more time and break this up into another chapter. have fun crying everyone.
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