"Namjoon!?" Barack yells when he spots him in the park
Surprised, Namjoon jumps and looks around while yelling,
"Hello?" As Namjoon finally spots Barack he sighs out of relief.
"Ah, hello Barack!" He says as he starts walking to where he is.
As Namjoon aproaches him Barack observes his appearance, taking a note that he usually wheres khakis to parks, although he does look quite nice in them. The thought of khakis will always make Barack smile, he can already sense it, he's smiling right now just think of the whole situation.
Once Namjoon actually reaches Barack he stands for a minute shifting from one foot to another, feeling almost threatened while under the other mans gaze. Barack eventually catches himself and focuses his eyes on the sky, trying to avoid any awkward eye contact and questions. Now over his little episode his focus goes back to Namjoon in an impatient manner for him to break, the sharp silence. Getting the message Namjoon starts out with,
"Uhm... So Barack how has your week been, you said you've been busy every time ive invite you over."
Out of reflex he says, "Oh, it's been great, my job always keeps me busy unfortunately" like its a written script.
He continues to not add suspicion, "How has your week been..? Boring without me?" He finishes with a playful smirk.
Namjoon mockingly snickers "Not in youre wildest dreams, you know video games by yourself on a couch eating bad junk food is never bad." He says as he rolls his eyes.
Before Barack could reply with another increasingly more cocky remark, Namjoon beats him to it.
"Don't get too cocky pretty boy, you're in front of me right now, flesh and all, so you have no excuse this time, youre coming with me."
A little panicked he quickly tries to think of an excuse as to why he was here in the first place, so he could 'go back to it', but no luck. Giving up he starts trying to prepare himself for the entry of being with Namjoon for more than twenty minutes, That thought alone was making him go crazy and start sweating out of nervousness. Sighing Barack competley gives up his will to make him think otherwise.
He looks up at Namjoon and pouts while saying, "Fine."
Namjoon smiles a deadly smile towards Barack before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the direction of his house.
Once they arrive after a little over a ten minute walk Namjoon invited Barack in and not too long after they were playing video games, screaming different curses at the screen and blaming each other for not covering the other.
"Motherfucker! What the hell Namjoon! You were right there doing nothing while i was getting shot at like a target in a shooting range!", "Thanks for the help asshole." Barack scoffed while rolling his eyes and breathing heavily from pure frustration.
Slowly Namjoon pauses the game after Barack has calmed a bit. Concerned and upset Namjoon turns to face Barack trying read his face to see if he was honestly that mad at him. Realizing he really did upset him on accident he starts apologizing.
" Barack, I'm sorry, okay? I wasn't paying attention, you're usually so amazing that it's a waste of time to frett over you not being covered. I didn't mean to upset you."
Namjoon looks up from the floor and sees Barack smiling oddy big.
Barack looks him in the eye and says "It's okay" with the biggest smile hes ever had.
Suddeny Namjoon remembers the subject he wanted to talk about, his 'busy schedule'.
"Hey Barack,about your busy schedule..."
"I, now you were lying, I called your work to talk to you when you said you were at work because you werent answering your cell."
"Barack, why were you avoiding me?"
Baracks eyes almost double in size as he starts panicking because surely he cant tell him the real reason, there is no way he is going to confess that he has feelings in an awkward situation like this.
"I- uh... uhm... What do you mean avoiding? I wasnt avoiding.. I was merely telling a white lie to get by-" Baracks eyes got wider, if thats even possible, as he caught himself just in time.
"What? What is it that you need to get by that involves me hanging out with you?"
"Nothing!" Barack says whie lighty chuckling awkwardy
"Barack, you can tell me, it apparenty involves me anyway."Namjoon says with worry dripping from his voice.
"Actually, i can't" Barack defends
"Yes, you can"
"No i cant! You dont understand!"
"If im involved then i deseve to now dont I?!" Namjoon continues
"You can trust me! Why dont you trust me?!"
"Fine! You know what?! Fuck it!" Barack says as hes slowy exploading
"I have feelings for you! Okay?! Are you happy?! You finally know why i avoided you! You finally get why i have barely been answering your calls, why ive been out of my office when i said i was in it! You finally know, good fucking job. Now go on, reject me and send me out!" Barac exploads with fury seething from him.
Namjoon dazed is just staring blankly at Barack, trying to piece the words Barack has spit at him together.
"Hello?! Nam-fucking-joon?! Come on, do it already!"
As Namjoon finally pieces it together his eyes get dark and he asks, "Oh, Really?"
Namjoon sowy starts waing towards barac with a smir present on his face.
"So you like me huh? So you wouldn't mind me doing this?" Namjoon says as he grabs Barack by the arm and slams him against the nearest wall. Baracs breathing quickened while the closeness had his heart racing.
"I-uh- I-" Barack started.
Namjoon smirked at the boy seeing as he was the one who got him speechess. In less than a minute Namjoons smiring face was two cenimeters away from Baracks.
"You woudn't mind this either, right?" Namjoon asks as he presses his hand on the wall behind Barack.
"Well- I- Uh- I mean-" Barack stammers.
"Oh come on now, we both now you enjoy this." Namjoon announces as he slowly pushes his lips into Baracks.
Immediately Barack starts moving in sync with the other mans lips. Slowly, passionately, then rough and unbelievaby hot. The more rough the kiss got, more touching was invoved. As the two men kiss Namjoon releases his hand from the wall, moving to Baracks hair, down his neck to his shoulder, gently squeezing when he passes his forearm, past his torso, and stops at the beginning of his pants.
Namjoon starts toying with the denim of Baracks jeans, just above the space Barack wants him the most. Moving down little by little Namjoons hand finds its self on Baracks crotch. With Namjoon being impatient he squeezed his hand around his girth though his jeans, Barack let out a whimper, a much wanted reaction. As Namjoon kept gripping and ungripping Baracks clothed area, Barack started to close his eyes trying to process what was happening, something that was nearly impossible at the moment.
Barack opened his eyes when he felt a different feeling, a relief of the damn button of the jeans he was wearing. Barack looked down to see Namjoon unbuttoning his pants, as he expected. The view was amazing, Namjoon sweating, worked up and ready to pounce, in front of him on his knees. Barack sucks in a deep breath as he feels his jeans being pulled off his legs. Eyes still focused on the kneeling Namjoon, his breath hitches as he sees Namjoon reach for the top of his boxers.
Namjoon grabs the top of Baracks boxers and slowly pulls them down, Baracks erect member popping out towards Namjoons face. Trying not to get distracted, Namjoon looks down and pushes Baracks boxers down further to meet his jeans. Namjoon looks back up to grab eye contact with Barack, only to find that his eyes were squeezed shut. Namjoon pulls his attention back to the big thing in front of him. He takes his right hand and lifts it from where it was sitting before, Baracks jeans, and wraps it around Baracks length earning a grunt from the standing man. Bara
Slowly Namjoon starts slidging his hand up down on the hardness under his hand. Naturally Baracks hands find their way into Namjoons hair urging him to replace his hand with his mouth. Hesitently he follows the signals and starts to push his member into his mouth, slacking his jaw in the process, trying to stop his gag reflex. Namjoon stops for a few seconds, trying to get his throat and mouth used to having a big and long object inside of it. Soon Namjoon starts moving his head earning grunts from the man above him from the sudden movement.
Namjoon continues his motions picking up his pace, as he bobs his head, he glances up again to see Baracks face now relaxed, his mouth open slighty, the tip of his head back against the wall, while he's grunting and whining at Namjoons actions below. Namjoon decides to occupy his hands, grasping onto Baracks thighs for support while bobbing his head at an increasing speed, Namjoon feels Baracks thighs tense and untense over and over again, indicating that he's about cum. Namjoon slows his motions down to a stop, not wanting Barack to finish just yet.
Namjoon stands up, meeting face to face with a recovering Barack,
"Step out of your pants and follow me." Namjoon said as he headed down the hall towards the bathroom.
Barack does as Namjoon asked and stopped when he reached the bathroom door to find Namjoon rummaging under the sin in the cabinet. He seems to already have a handful of things: Condom, lube, some sort of pointy round looking thing, a longish looking washrag, a piece of wood with a handle, and some sort of rope.
"Aha!" Namjoon exclaims seeing as he found what he was looking for.
"Now," Namjoon starts as he pushes himself up from the floor of the bathroom,"Go to my bedroom, take off your shirt, and lay in the midde of the bed, got that?" He demands.
Barack nods as he starts heading back down the hall a little bit and turns right when he seems to have found Namjoons room. He enters the room, slowly pulls his shirt off himself and sits it nicely on Namjoons desk. He turns around to glance at the bed and stares at it for a moment, wondering whats about happen. Getting over the curiousity he finds himself crawling on top of the bed and laying down in the midde of it like a starfish.
While Barac was doing what he was asked, Namjoon started getting himself ready, he stripped himself of all of his clothing inside the bathroom, and put a robe on to tease Barack. Namjoon grabs a of the things he collected and starts to head down the hall. When he reaches his room he was Barack was in he takes a moment to observe the sight in front of him, Barack laying sprawled out, his member in the air, still erect from the funny business they started in the living room, his toned body just laying gracefully on his bed waiting for him to do something to him, this was almost too good to be true.
Namjoon slowly walked to the bed setting the things he had down next to Barack. The first Namjoon grabbed was the rope.
" Sit up and relax." Namjoon ordered.
Barack sat up gently, being cautious due to still not being entirely aware of what Namjoon is planning on doing to him.
"Give me your hands."Namjoon told Barack
Lifting his hands, Barack became unsure of everything that was happening but decided to keep quiet about it, he trusted Namjoon. Once Baracks hands were at the height Namjoon wanted them at, Namjoon started tying them together, loose but tight.
"Alright lay back down"
Barack layed down whie Namjoon grabbed the tube of lube and squirted some on his hands, rubbing them together to make it warm.
" Flip to lay on your stomach." Namjoon suggested
Barack nodded and proceeded to flip himself over. Once flipped over, he felt his legs being spread lighty then a pressure around his hole.
"This is going to hurt, just stay still and it wont hurt as bad."
Barack was practically frozen like ice after that, not moving a singe muscle. Barack felt what feels like a finger enter him at a very slow pace. Then two, then Namjoon started moving them, making a come here motion trying to strech me out for whats about to come. He curls his fingers one more time making me moan a little from the movement inside of me. He pulled his fingers out and replaces them with that pointy thing, a butt plug.
Fipping Barack back over Namjoon grabs something out of his robe pocket, the last thing he had to find in the bathroom, A cock ring. Namjoon approached Baracks still standing tall erection, reaching to grab ahold of it. Once hes grasped it he slides the cock ring on and turns it on. Barack starts to squirm and moan from the sudden vibration from the tiny machine. Namjoon steps back before turning to close the bedroom door, once the door was closed Namjoon took off his robe, revealing everything, Barack noticed commotion from where Namjoon was and decided to look over. Once Baracks eyes were on Namjoon his mouth became dry and his moans became ten times louder.
Seeing that he had this affect on the man, Namjoon smirked and started to crawl onto the bed, situating himself to where he would be face to face with a squeezed shut face that belonged to Barack. He reaches down between them, him making sure he can hold himslf up with one hand, he turns off the cock ring, making Baracks eyes snap open, from the loss of pleasure. Namjoon takes off the cock ring and starts to grip Baracks long length with his hand moving it again, getting him warmed up for whats about to happen.
Baracks face twists with the expression of deight and enjoyment as Namjoon continues his movements. Namjoon abrubty stops and flips Barack over, making him balance on his knees and his elbows, Namjoon eases the butt plug out, earning a loud moan from Barack, Namjoon sits up on his knees and grabs the lube bottle. He lubes Baracks hole once more, and then continues to lube his erection. Once everything is lubed he sides open the condom, not wanting to make a mess when he cums. He the slowly slides into Barack making him yelp from the strech, when hes in all the way he stays still and checks on Baracks face to make sure hes not hurting too much. He looks and sees his eyes basically rolling to the back of his head.
Namjoon smirks once again and starts moving stroking the inside of Barack as he gives out small moans, whimpers and crys out his name. Namjoon grabs the wooden pad dle and asks,
"Do you like this? Do you like getting fucked senseless by me? Huh? ls this what you wanted Barack?" Namjoon pushingy asks.
Barack stays silent due to too much pleasure, all he can do is moan and make little pathetic sounds. Namjoon smacks him hard with the paddle once,
"Answer me." Namjoon demands.
Barack still stays silent just whimpering from the sting of the hit and the pleasure coming from the vey noticable pleasure Namjoon is giving him. Namjoon hits twice this time.
"I said fucking answer me, d o you want your ass to be red?" Namjoon threatened.
Finally gathering all he has, he says "Yes, god, I love it." short and quickly.
After hearing that namjoon was satisfied enough to go bac to focusing on his thrusts. Barack is shaking from pleasure because of Namjoons hard thrusts, Namjoon is slamming himself into Barack and he is practically crying on the inside from the feeing of the such intense pleasure. Barack is close to cumming, His chest is tightening, hes starting to hold his breath, his mouth is gaping open, his head is lifted up. Namjoon notices but keeps his steady pace of bucking his hips into Barack, him being close to his end also.
Barack starts shaking under Namjoon, moaning deep moans that come from his thoat as he spurts cum from his tip all over Namjoons chest and his own stomach, Namjoon speeds up his pace, his breathing becoming unsteady and short. His thrusts becoming stuttered and uneven. After about two miutes of vigorous thrusts from Namjoon and whimpers from Barack due to overstimulation, he cums, filling the condom with his liquid. Namjoon almost faints on top of Barack, Namjoon scoots to the left and crawls next to Barack untying his hands, deciding they'll clean the mess when they wake up. Slowly they drift into sleep together, like it will always be in the future...