*SMUT WARNING*

[yoongi-mood]

Hoseok's POV

I'm furious. Absolutely furious, and I make sure to glare at Jackson until he makes his way to his side of the room. Jimin gives me an apologetic look but I shake him off. I don't want to deal with his pity tonight. In fact, tonight, he's really pissing me off. Acting like we don't exist, acting like his best friend isn't sat on the other side of the room with the people he belongs with.

"You look like you could let off some steam," Jin says to me, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly, "I've seen Youngjae looking at you all night. Maybe you two should seal the deal."

Youngjae. I look over at him and he sheepishly waves in our direction. Still in the closet, completely unsure of himself, but extremely cute. Jimin has already made his way back to the other side of the room and is talking with a blonde-haired girl so I assume there's no more opportunity to hang with him anymore. Screw it, I think to myself as I make my way over to the boy who eyes me anxiously.

"Let's go upstairs," I command, and he immediately follows behind me like a lost puppy.

We've had some strange sort of flirting fling going on for weeks, and all I really need to do in this moment is rid myself of the anger which is brewing inside me. I already feel bad for Youngjae's asshole.

He plays with his thumbs as he sits on the bed, rambling about the party and the people there, not once looking me in the eye. Locking the door, I come to sit next to him, placing a lazy arm around his waist as I continue to appear to listen to his talk when, in fact, I'm trying to think of whether I have enough whiskey in me to do this. For some reason, every time before sex I like to have some liquid luck in my system. It helps numbs things.

"You know Hoseok, I just think you're so cool, like mega cool, super duper cool," Youngjae continues to blabber on, "The way you're so comfortable in your sexuality is just so inspiring. I hope you can help me learn some things..."

I want to roll my eyes at his shameless plea for sex, but I control myself because I remember he is still inexperienced and naive to the intricacies of all things flirtatious. I mean, he's only really come onto anyone's gaydar because of his huge glow up last summer. But he still hasn't shaken his slightly geeky demeanour, and I know that I will have to muster up all the confidence I have to come across like I know what I'm doing. T

The problem with coming out in 8th grade is that everyone thinks you're set in your identity. That you know yourself better than anyone. As I look at Youngjae, still working out who he is as a junior, I feel jealous. I'm just Hoseok— gay, confident, flamboyant. I'm not permitted the same nuance of character that Youngjae is allowed.

Tired of his talk, I place my hand on his thigh and he turns bright red.

"Do you want to kiss me?" I ask him quietly, my hand now moving slightly higher up his leg.

He nods ferociously, and there is something very sweet about his excitement that makes me smile. The music still thumping downstairs, I press our lips together in unrefined, messy harmony and allow the anger of earlier to seep out of me as I focused on the clumsy lips of the boy in front of me.

He places a gentle hand on my neck as we deepen the kiss, and I slowly direct his body to laying down onto the bed in one of the guest rooms in this house. Hovering over him, I can't help but smile at how nervously excited he looks. I wish I could say the same. But I'm here, so I might as well finish what I started.

Discarding our clothes, I admire his toned physique which is accentuated in the dim lighting of the room. Grabbing a condom from the back pocket of my jeans, I look at the boy in front of me with contempt. There is no lust, no magnetic attraction between us, and I wonder if he feels the same way. Maybe I'm just a boy to experiment with, a memory to be looked back on with humour in his later years as he sips tea in his family home with his wife and three children.

Finding some lotion on the bedside table, I coat two fingers liberly with the sticky substance and push one finger into Youngjae's (probably) virgin ass. He's open wide at the new sensation, and I can tell he's suppressing a whimper of discomfort that he's too shy to let out. I continue stretching him out, finding the act slightly tedious but I understand the necessity for it. No one wants their ass to be ripped in half on their first time.

"I think I'm ready," he mumbles, his eyes now half-lidded and his body covered in a shimmer of sweat.

Giving myself a generous few pumps, I align my cock with his puckered asshole which is now begging to be touched. I rub the tip of my cock around the outline of his hole, watching as he whines and squirms in anticipation. Slowly pushing myself inside him, I close my eyes and allow myself to get lost in the feeling of his tight walls wrapped around my cock. With my eyes closed he could be anyone.

I hear him moan and whine as I continued to thrust inside him, my hips instinctively snapping deeper inside him until I find the bundle of nerves which turns him into a moaning mess. The sounds of his moans melts into the electronic music playing downstairs, and I continue to pound into him. My anger at Jackson, Jimin, and life drifts away as I find the familiar pooling of heat in my stomach, and soon I release into the condom.

After a few lazy thrusts later and a couple strokes to his cock, he shakes as his orgasm comes over him as well. Cleaning up our mess with a towel, I feel dirty. I always feel this way post-coitus, and I almost blush as I look over at Youngjae who is getting re-dressed. We're bombarded with questions when we enter the party again, Jin asking the most inappropriate things he could think of which makes Youngjae look like he wants to sink into the ground.

All I want is another shot of vodka.

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