Summary: Jungkook faced a heat wave one day, so he decided to draw a self portrait of his torso. A nude self portrait. To combat the heat, of course. When he takes the painting out to dry, his roommate, Jin, sees it, and calls the painting 'hot' without realizing it's actually Jungkook.

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The entire earth seemed to smolder slightly more that day.

The rays of heat were visible, and the beads of sweat rolling down Jungkook's body were bigger.

He was standing a few feet from his full-body mirror, his whole body nude.

In front of him was a canvas, propped on an isle.

And on the canvas was his current painting.

Jungkook was in college, with an art major, so he needed art supplies on hand at all times.

Plus, his whole life he was an art kid.

At every family gathering he'd be in the back of the room, a sketchbook in hand.

If it was his own house the gathering was held at, he'd be holed up in his room with all of his otter art.

Unless he was forced to come out and socialize. Then, he'd paint at the kitchen table.

Art was his passion. It was his love.

And now, in the blistering, smoldering heat, he was pouring his heart into a nude self-portrait of his entire torso.

His neck down to his mid thighs were the portion of body occupying the canvas, and on it included his collarbones, his pecs and nipples. His ribs, just barely visible. His slim waist. His belly button. His genitals.

His roommate, Jin, who had a philosophy major, was out all day taking exams.

Jungkook new he was safe either way from Jin finding him in his birthday suit, because Jungkook had locked himself in his room and the older man respected his privacy.

Jin was decently older than him.

Jungkook had started college right after high school, and in was now twenty-three.

Whereas, Jin had gotten a job after highschool, but ultimately decided to get a different job so he could start attending college at the age of thirty-one.

In all honesty, Jin was hotter than the heat wave. Jungkook had to constantly refrain from staring at the older.

He had shaggy black hair, and a beautiful forehead that was shown off too little. His jaw was sharp, and the stubble that adorned it and his upper lip were to die for. His shoulder were wide as fuck, and his chest was heavenly. His waist was, like Jungkook's, slim, and his thighs were muscular and firm.

He had a silly laugh, but it constantly resonated inside of Jungkook's head.

And his smile. God, his smile. His eyes, oh God, his eyes.

However, he was an actual adult, whereas Jungkook still felt like a child.

Jin had already lived an adult live, had almost got married but called it off when the bride-to-be wanted to move to Europe with no connection to either family. He had almost had children with her, until she turned psycho.

But Jungkook was still drinking banana milk with his iron man socks on. He was still figuring out what he wanted to do as a full time career once he left college.

Jin viewed him as a child, no doubt. Jungkook was sure of it.

But he still couldn't help to fantasize what it would be like to wake up in the big arms each morning.

Or to hear that gentle chuckle, while staring into those beautiful brown eyes that would focus solely on his own.

Jungkook, before he knew it, finished his painting.

It looked good. It accentuated his curves and all of his nudity.

He decided to get bold and set the painting out on the tiny balcony he and Jin shared, so it would dry faster. He left it there while he cleaned his art mess he'd left in his room.

But when he came back to the painting ten minutes later, his heart stuttered.

Jin was on the balcony, staring at the painting with intent eyes.

"J-Jin hyung!" Jungkook exclaimed, startled.

Jin looked up, and smiled warmly at Jungkook, "ah, Jungkook-ssi, how are you?"

"Um," Jungkook fiddled with a corner of the painting to distract himself from looking at Jin and the beautifulness of his entire being, "I'm good. I didn't know you were back already."

Jin laughed, and it fluttered Jungkook's heart, "I get home just a few minutes ago. Did you just paint this, Jungkookie?"

Jin went back to looking at the painting, more intently than before.

"Yes, hyung," Jungkook nodded, "I was just cleaning my mess up before coming back to get it."

"It's a very nice painting," Jin complemented, "I love the details of it. Whoever you drew is hot, that's for sure."

And then, Jin had placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it, before squeezing past him to get back into their apartment.

Jungkook gaped at the retreating man.

He had just, although unknowingly, called Jungkook's naked body hot.

And God, did that make Jungkook feel hot.

He took a few deep breaths, and then headed back inside, leaving the painting behind, and followed the man into the kitchen.

"Do you really think so?" He asked.

The man turned, and smiled at Jungkook, "think about what?"

He was pulling out food from the fridge, but was clearly still listening to Jungkook.

"Um, do you think the painting- or, the person, is hot?"

"Of course," Jin nodded firmly, and opened the container that contained the kimchi he'd made last week, retrieving a pair of chopsticks to get a piece before holding it out to Jungkook.

Jungkook could feel his cheeks pinken as he ate the offered bite.

"But," Jungkook said, swallowing his food, "the painting is hot, how?"

"I don't know, Kook-ah," Jin shrugged, plating some kimchi with rice, "the person is sexy. They've got a slim waist, pretty nipples, cute cock."

Jungkook blushed fully now. He can't recall a time he'd heard Jin speaking so vulgare and unfiltered near Jungkook.

He'd always spoke to him like he was a child.

"Really?" Jungkook asked again.

"Really," Jin nodded, and then turned to Jungkook fully and put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm kinda drunk right now, Kook. Me and some friends had celebratory drinks after our exams. I'm gonna go eat this in my room and sleep off the alcohol. Are you okay? Should I make you something to eat first?"

Ah.

Jin was speaking so vulgare like this because he was drunk.

It made sense, since Jin was always so polite and respectful towards everyone.

Jungkook smiled at Jin, shaking his head, "you don't need to make me anything, hyung, thank you though. Did your exams go well?"

"I think so," Jin concluded.

Jungkook nodded, "that's good. Well, rest well hyung. And don't overheat."

Jin chuckled, walking past Jungkook, "I'll be sure not to, Jungkook-ah, thanks."

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There was a knock on his door a few hours later.

He got up from his chair and opened the door, and smiled at Jin who was looking pretty sheepish.

"Hey, Jin hyung," Jungkook greeted merrily.

"Hi, Kook-ah. Can I come in for a moment?" Jin replied, motioning behind Jungkook to his room.

"Of course!" Jungkook accepted, stepping aside to allow Jin to step in.

"Ah, I just wanted to say," they sat down on Jungkook's bed, side-by-side, "earlier, when I was drunk, I was speaking rather inappropriately. I just wanted to make sure none of what I said made you uncomfortable."

Jungkook shook his head quickly, "of course not, hyung! I wasn't uncomfortable at all. I don't mind if you speak that way around me."

Jin sighed, and visibly relaxed, "okay, Kook-ah. I just, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me. I know I'm much older than you, so I didn't want to make you uncomfortable by saying things like that. Are you sure you weren't uncomfortable?"

"I wasn't in the slightest bit, hyung," Jungkook reassured, "I'm an adult too, so you can say things like that. Thank you for considering that though, Jin hyung. Seriously. But, I'm not a kid, you know?"

"I know you aren't a kid, Kook," Jin smiled, and it almost looked like he was endeared by Jungkook, "I don't want you to think I see you as a kid, either. I just wanted to be careful since we live with each other and I never wanted you to feel like you were in danger or anything like that."

Hearing Jin say he never saw him as a child was very reassuring, and all Jungkook could do was nod.

"I'll try not to be so...formal around you anymore, Jungkook. I'm sorry for making you think I saw you as a kid."

"It's okay, hyung. Thank you for being respectful of me," Jungkook said honestly, "but, I do have a question that might be a bit disrespectful."

Jin cocked his head to the side, with an endeared smile, "what is it, Jungkook?"

"Um, are you straight?" Jungkook asked, looking away.

Jin chuckled, "well, I've only ever dated women before. But, no, I'm not straight. I'm bisexual."

Jungkook nodded, hope swelling in his stomach. And suddenly he spotted his painting leaning against his wall.

"Um, hyung?" Jungkook asked again, looking back to Jin who was already looking at him.

"Yes, Jungkook?"

"Um, so what you said about the painting is still true, right?"

Jin raised his eyebrows, but nodded, "yes, Jungkook. What I said was true."

"Well, that's good," Jungkook nodded, and took a deep breath, "um, that painting is a self-portrait."

Jin went wide-eyed, and his cheeks flushed.

"I-uh," he stuttered, "what?"

"Um, yeah," Jungkook said nervously, "that person in the painting is me."

"Oh," Jin said dumbly.

A few moments later, he put his hands on his face and groaned, "shit, Jungkookie. I'm so sorry."

Jungkook was startled, "you're, sorry?"

"Yes," Jin said, turning to him, "I had no idea! I feel like I totally violated you now! I shouldn't have looked at that painting to begin with. And I definitely shouldn't have-"

He cut himself off, and looked down with what Jungkook thought was guilt in his eyes.

"You shouldn't have what, Jin hyung,?" Jungkook asked, worried.

"I'm sorry, Kook," Jin mumbled, "please don't be mad at hyung. I took a picture of it."

Jungkook blushed. Jin had a photo of his painting of his nude body on his phone. Jin had a picture of his dick on his phone.

"What did you do with the photo?" Jungkook asked.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook, I had no idea it was you and I was drinking so I didn't think it was wrong at the time and then I told you I was going to take a nap but I didn't at first and then I-"

"Hyung," Jungkook said firmly, and placed his hands on Jin's arms, "calm down. I'm not mad at you for taking a photo of it. I just want to know what you did with it. If you sent it to anyone, I'll be kind of upset since it's my body, but-"

"I jerked off to it."

Jungkook froze.

Had Jin said that?

"You what?" He asked, staring at Jin with wide eyes.

"I took a photo so I could jerk off to it. And I did. I told you I was going to take a nap, but I really left so I could masturbate with the picture. I did nap, though, but afterwards. I'm sorry, Jungkook."

Jungkook didn't know what to say. All he knew was that he was rapidly growing harder with each pulse of his heart.

"Do you hate hyung now, Kook-ah?" Jin asked.

Jungkook had never heard the man speak in that manner. He was always so firm and domineering. Yet gentle and commanding. He controlled the room. But he sounded so vulnerable, so scared now.

Jungkook couldn't help but to slump into Jin's arms and hug him tightly, even with his half full erection.

"I could never hate you, hyung," Jungkook admitted, "I'm not mad at you either, Jin hyung. I swear."

"You aren't?" Jin asked, in surprise.

"Of course not," Jungkook said.

But then, his boner poked Jin's waist.

Jin looked at Jungkook, startled. And Jungkook looked back at him, wide-eyed.

"Jungkookie, you're hard?" Jin asked, incredulous.

"I-I'm sorry. It's just, I just," he didn't want to admit to Jin that he was hard because of him. Especially in the position they were in.

Jin, however, fixed that problem, when he righted their figures and gently sat Jungkook next to him.

"You what, Kook?" Jin asked, and his eyes were suddenly darker.

"I've had a crush on you for forever, hyung," Jungkook admitted, looking down at his lap, "so hearing you used my painting to get off turned me on."

Suddenly, Jin's warm fingers were under his chin, gently guiding his head up so he could look at Jin.

"You have a crush on me, Kook?" Jin whispered, and his face was so much closer now.

Jungkook sucked in a breath, and nodded, "yes, hyung, I do."

"Can I kiss you, Jungkook?" Jin asked.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered, his stomach was roaring with butterflies, "yes, hyung, you can."

And just like that, Jin's lips were on his.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jin's neck, and squeezed his eyes shut.

Even the way Jin kissed was so much more...adultly.

Jin was putting a hand on Jungkook's lower back and laying him down on his own bed suddenly, before swinging one of his legs over so he was straddling Jungkook by his waist.

His hands were on either side of Jungkook's head, and he lowered himself to kiss Jungkook again.

"I've also had a crush on you for forever, Jungkookie," Jin said, using Jungkook's earlier words to convey his point, before kissing Jungkook again.

Jungkook pulled away a few moments later, "do you want to see my real cock? And not just the painting of it?"

Jin groaned, and sat up, "you have no idea how badly I want that, baby. Can I?"

Jin's hands were on his pants, eager fingers at his button.

Jungkook nodded, so Jin got to unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling them down roughly.

He paused at his underwear, glancing up at Jungkook.

Jungkook nodded again, so Jin pulled his underwear down in a similar fasion, his cock springing free.

Jungkook moaned as the air hit his cock, and then gasped as Jin wrapped his hand around it, squeezing him at the base at first.

"Can I fuck you, Jungkook?" Jin asked, "I wanna treat you like the good boy you are. Will you let hyung do that?"

Jungkook moaned at his words, and nodded vigorously, "yes, hyung! Fuck me, please!"

Jin began pumping Jungkook, and it caused him to arch his back off the bed.

"H-Hyung," he groaned, "f-faster, please."

Jin sped up his pace, and Jungkook began writhing around from the skilled hands.

But then, Jin released his grip, making Jungkook whine loudly.

"Shh, baby," Jin soothed, kissing Jungkook's forehead, "gonna prep you, okay?"

Jungkook nodded, "there's lube in my drawer."

Jin leaned over him and opened his bedside table drawer, retrieving the lube.

"Condoms?" He asked, looking down at Jungkook.

"I'm clean," Jungkook said, staring intensly into Jin's eyes.

"I am too," Jin replied, "no condom, then?"

"No, wanna feel you fill me up," Jungkook admitted boldly.

"Fuck, baby," Jin groaned, "you sound so hot. Turn around, I'm gonna prep you now."

Jungkook turned around, and pushed his butt in the air, spreading his cheeks apart with his hands tauntingly, wiggling his hips.

He heard Jin groan, and then heard the cap of the lube click open, before the cold lube was being drizzled right onto his tight hole. 

He pushed his middle finger into the lubed dip, causing Jungkook to groan and refrain from grinding on the elders finger as he coated it in lube, before gently pushing in.

Jin worked three fingers into Jungkook, rubbing his back and cooing as Jungkook writhed and ground back against Jin.

Jungkook whimpered as the fingers were pulled from his puffy stretched hole, and clenched around nothing, grinding into the sheets as his cock was almost painfully hard, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

"Hurry, J-Jin hyung," Jungkook cried, looking back over his shoulder and watched with rapt attention and burning desire as Jin stroked a leisure hand over his cock, coating it in lube.

"Okay, baby," Jin said softly, before grabbing and lifting Jungkook's hips with one hand, using his other to guide his length to Jungkook's fluttering hole, pushing in slowly.

Jungkook groaned, pushing his face into the pillows.

Jin bottomed out, Jungkook feeling the man in his guts, and stayed there for a moment.

The stretch burned just slightly, so it wasn't long before Jungkook was back to begging.

Jin began thrusting in and out slowly, holding both of Jungkook's hips to help guide him along his cock.

He drapes his body over Jungkook's, and Jungkook turned his head to attach his lips to Jin's.

He whimpered as he angled his hips up, the change of position causing Jin to hit his prostate head on with each thrust.

"Faster, Jin, please!" He begged against his lips, and Jin complied almost immediately.

His pace quickened, punching into Jungkook's prostate steadily, his grip on his hips tightening.

Jungkook threw his head back so it landed against Jin's shoulder, and the man immediately attached his lips to the juncture where his neck met his shoulder.

Jungkook bit his lips, whimpering as he thrust back in time with Jin, both of them speeding up and pounding harder.

"Close," Jungkook whispered, gripping Jin's hair to attach their lips roughly.

Jin left go of Jungkook's hips with one hand, and moved it to hold Jungkook's cock, jerking him off in times with his thrusts.

Jungkook moaned out, and began reaching his orgasm at a much faster rate.

Suddenly, he was cumming with a loud moan, crying out Jin's name.

He collapsed on the bed, his hips held up by Jin's strong hands as the older continued to messily thrust into him.

Soon after, Jin spilled into Jungkook, the warmth spreading through his body.

He collapsed on top of Jungkook, catching his breath, before standing up and pecking Jungkook's forehead.

"I'll be alright back, baby," he whispered.

Jungkook nodded, absently, beginning to doze off from the exertion.

Jin returned a moment later, already clean and carrying a wet cloth.

He sat next to Jungkook and carefully spread him, cleaning his ruined hole carefully, causing Jungkook to whisper.

"Sit up, baby," Jin said, softly.

Jungkook sat up, and watched as Jin began wiping the cum from his softening cock, sensitive and twitchy.

"Let me remove the sheets, bun," Jin said, and helped Jungkook to stand.

"Wanna go rest in my room?" He asked.

"Wanna stay with you," Jungkook replied, bleary eyed.

"I'll be there after I've put your bedding in the wash.

With a nod, Jungkook set off down the hall to Jin's room, and climbed gratefully into his cool bed.

When Jin arrived minutes later, Jungkook was already asleep.

Jin smiled, and decided, once Jungkook was awake, they'd talk about the new chapter of their relationship.