Rough Play

It's almost past midnight and his father is asleep.

He quietly searches through his training bag, looking for his phone. He plugs in his earphones and scrolls through the gallery.

His stomach is already turning and his mouth's wet with saliva. He presses play and the video's shaky at first – it's dark and a bit blurry, but it doesn't bother him.

He's recording him from above – the sound of ragged breathing and grunting too loud. Underneath him, Jimin is jolting from the powerful thrusts – half of his clothes still on, but his shirt is pushed up, just above his nipples and Jungkooks cock twitches at that. His mouth is open, full lips in a shape of an "o", his brows furrowed as Jungkook keeps fucking him relentlessly.

'No-ahh,' he whimpers, 'stop filming me'

'Why' Jungkook hisses, trying to keep the fast pace, barely managing to speak between the thrusts, 'you have no idea how pretty you look, Jimin'

This is one of his favorite videos – they were fucking in a car and it was the first time Jimin let him record him.

The video gets shaky again as Jungkook pulls out of him, 'open-ahh, open your mouth,' he straddles Jimin's chest, jerking off into his mouth, as he tries holding the phone with his other hand. 'Fuck, oh my god, fuck-ahh'

He continues moaning and whimpering as he comes right into his mouth, some of it landing on Jimin's face – and that's where it ends.

A too familiar morning.

He is out before 6 AM and it's too cold for his denim jacket to keep him warm. He frowns in the cold air, letting out a shaky breath, as his bag keeps sliding off of his shoulder.

The sky is really dark this morning, radiating a color between grey and dirty-blue.

As he nears the gymnasium, he sees a flock of birds flying over the old building. A couple of steps more and he'll finally feel warm – when he pushes the hard entrance doors.

As soon as they close behind him, the loud sounds of the birds disappear – and he doesn't even know that this is the last time he'll hear them.

He inhales the all too familiar smell – it's the smell of an early morning, the smell of rubber mats they train on – the smell of training equipment.

And this is what he lives for.

His shoes are too tight and worn out, but his mother won't afford a new pair any time soon.

He is here before the other boys, and his workout doesn't stop until his entire body is covered in sweat. When he finishes, he still has 30 minutes before their judo class starts.

The lights are still off and the dark color of the sky is illuminating the hall.

A muffled melody breaks the silence and he searches through his bag for the phone. The corner of his lips turns upwards before he even opens the message. And there, on the broken display, was a 'I couldn't sleep when you left..' and a video.

His footsteps were echoing through the hall as he walked towards the bathroom, holding the phone in his hand and waiting for the video to download. He threw his bag onto the pale blue tiles and entered one of the bathroom stalls. He downloaded the video and pressed play.

Jungkook instantly recognized his silver necklace, hitting him in the chest, as he thrusted at a fast pace – his forearms bulging in the video, as he was trying to hold himself up. Shy whimpers could be heard behind the camera, together with the squeaking bed and ragged breathing.

'You like that? Like when I fuck you like that, huh?' He could barely say those sentences, breathing heavily in between them. His voice was always stern and rough when he fucked.

He replayed the video one more time, precome oozing out of his tip, when he received another message.

'Jungkook..'

He squeezed his cock over his clothes, biting his lip at the feeling and groaning slightly – he had 20 minutes before the training. But he heard the heavy entrance doors closing after someone and so he turned off his phone.

It was the coach.

Minutes pass by and the training starts – bare feet tapping across the room; strong, masculine bodies hitting the mats – competitive young men and excess testosterone.

There is a new guy, who just moved here with his family. He is good, almost as good as Jungkook and he started training with them for the championship.

After they all finish, there's a lot of teasing in the showers, butt-slapping with towels - and the training goes by quickly, as usual.

After he exited the gymnasium, and the hard doors closed behind him, another painful day started.

He walked around the lake all day.

The wind started blowing, so he pulled on his blue hoodie. He rubbed his hands over his arms, in hopes of heating them up a bit, but the worn out denim just hurt the blisters on the pads of his fingers.

He sat there on the bench, frowning because the cold air was creeping under his jacket again – and he sat there for hours.

He couldn't live without melancholy, he would have died without her.

There was something so tragic about him, and in a sick way, it only made him more attractive.

And for one boy, that sadness worked like an aphrodisiac.

He finally turned on his phone, and moments after, he received a message from him.

'come home, my mom went out..'

He looked at the lake once more, placing the phone in his pocket, got off the bench, adjusting the bag strap that was digging into his shoulder – and headed towards the old buildings.

Jimin's apartment was in an old building complex – the glass on the front door was broken, you could hear all the noises coming from the other apartments; children crying and so on. His mother wasn't home most of the time – she was probably seeing someone, but never spoke about it with Jimin. His apartment was small – two rooms a kitchen and a bathroom, but it Jungkook's favorite place in the world.

Here, he was warm – fucking into Jimin in his little room, having quiet sex so that the neighbors don't hear.

The door was unlocked, so he just walked in, going straight to Jimins room – he was sitting on the edge of his bed, pouty lips and innocent eyes.

Jungkook lowered his bag onto the floor, looking at Jimin, not uttering a word. His fingers were red and chafed from the cold, from the training, but Jimin loved the roughness of the on his skin – nothing compared to it.

Jungkook pulled him by the arm, lifting him up from the bed. Their chests were pressed together, as they kept looking at each other, before Jungkook clashed their lips together.

Jungkook's kisses are wet when he gets horny – it's all tongue and Jimin loves the feeling of the wet muscles, rubbing against each other. He moaned into Jungkook's mouth, grabbing his denim jacket and struggling to pull it off of Jungkook's shoulders.

"Were you that horny for my cock, hm?" He tried talking between kisses, his voice stern and it made Jimin suck on his tongue, letting out a long exhale through his little nose.

He nodded.

Jungkook's hand flew to the back of his neck, pulling at the strands of hair – making Jimin look up at him. He gasped a little bit, his mouth hanging open and that submissive expression appearing on his face – those were all the things indicating that he was horny.

"Answer me," Jungkook said, not loosening the grip on Jimin's hair.

"Yes, yes! I was, please, mphh." He was interrupted by Jungkook clashing their lips again, pushing his tongue almost instantly into Jimin's mouth. His hand slid down the small of Jimin's back and into his pants, as he gripped his ass.

He prodded Jimin's clenching whole with the pad of his finger – the rough material of his underwear leaving a soft burn.

Jungkook turned them around, walking backwards and sitting on the edge of the bed – as he kept caressing Jimin, like a little kitten, his hand never leaving the back of his neck, guiding him slowly down onto his knees.

Jimin kept looking at him, never breaking eye contact, and started unbuttoning Jungkook's jeans. He pulled out his cock, the tip pink and wet with precome, and started with little kittenish licks before sucking on the head.

"Fuck.." was all Jungkook could say.

Jimin kept sucking, going deeper and deeper – almost swallowing it whole – before Jungkook pushed his head down, making his nose touch his pubic bone.

Jimin started choking, his stomach clenching and unclenching, because of his gag reflex. He tried pulling away but Jungkook pushed him down harder.

"Look at me," he said, but Jimin was too focused on his dick in his throat. "Look at me!" He said a bit louder this time, and Jimin obeyed, trying as hard as he could, looking up with teary eyes – but it only lasted a few seconds, before he closed his eyes again, coughing around his cock.

Jungkook pulled him off by the hair, making Jimin cough and spit out the pecome that has gathered in his mouth.

When Jungkook made sure he was ok, he pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, tasting himself on Jimin's wet lips – he then manhandled the smaller boy, so that he was lying down on the bed and Jungkook was above him, caging him in.

He started unzipping Jimin's hoodie, leaving open- mouthed kisses down his neck, making the smaller boy squirm underneath him. He licked one of his nipples, the dark bud hardening instantly, making Jimin moan.

He discarded him of his clothes quickly, licking his finger and searching for his puckered hole, while still maintaining eye contact with Jimin.

"I'm prepped, just put lube on your cock." He spoke calmly – lying there – for Jungkook to take.

"Are you sure?" Jungkook asked, and Jimin nodded.

Moments later Jungkook's bulging thighs were caging him in, his thrusts rough and hard.

"Fuck me harder, please" Jimin barely uttered.

"How can you still look so innocent," Jungkook said, grabbing him by the thigs and pushing his legs towards his chest.

This allowed him to go deeper, hitting Jimin's prostate and it made the smaller boy cry out.

"Yes, yes! Just like that, just like that, please!!" Tears welled up in his eyes again and Jungkook grunted at the sight.

"Tell me you love me," Jungkook let go of his thigs, making them fall around his waist, pressing his forearms on each side of Jimin's head – closing the distance between them.

"I love you, I love you Jungkook, only you, mphh, I swear baby.. I swear." Jimin was a whimpering mess. He grabbed one of Jungkook's hands, placing it around his throat, urging the other boy to choke him.

He knew Jungkook was close when he started whimpering. He tightened the grip on Jimin's neck, making his hole clench around him, the little boy nearing his orgasm.

"Open your mouth," his necklace was hitting his chest again, as he fucked hard, his breathing getting louder and louder.

Jimin knew what was coming and this was his favorite part – despite being so innocent, he loved doing the dirtiest things during sex.

Jungkook hollowed his cheeks – gathering saliva in his mouth – and leaned over Jimin, spitting in his mouth.

Jimin swallowed instantly, opening his mouth again. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come."

"No you're not." Jungkook was pounding into him, his hand still around Jimin's throat.

"Please, please, let me come, please." Jimin was a mess.

"Hold it in." Jungkook said, as he brought his hand down to Jimin's balls, feeling as they tightened.

"Please Jungkook, please, it's gonna come out, I can't, ahh, I- I-" and with that, he came.

"Ahh, fuck." Jungkook said, pulling out of him and straddling his chest quickly. "Open your mouth, fuck."

He came into his mouth, pushing his cock into his mouth once, which made Jimin gag a little.

"Fuck..." He got off instantly, grabbing a water bottle from the table besides the bed and offering it to Jimin. "Was it too rough?"

Jimin smiled, taking the bottle of water and struggling to get into Jungkook's lap. "No, you know I like it this way."

They stayed in the warm bed, as the wind kept blowing outside. Jimin fell asleep, while Jungkook kept thinking.

'Keep me warm, keep me warm forever.. Please' is all he said.

Tomorrow at 6 am, he was in the cold again, on his way to the old gymnasium. He went into the changing room, pulling out his sportswear out of the bag.

A friendly melody of his ringtone filled out the room, as he took out his phone from the bag. He smiled and finished texting Jimin back, before he was interrupted by the new guy.

"Oh, you come early too." He said.

"Yeah," Jungkook said, placing the phone next to his bag, taken by surprise.

"Wanna practice together?"

"Sure, why not."

"I'm Lim, by the way."

"I'm Jungkook, nice to meet you." He said, walking towards the exit, "I'll wait for you outside."

The training was over soon, but he stayed late, together with the three other boys. He was talking to the coach, as the others went to shower.

The new boy went to the changing room, waiting for his turn to shower.

Jungkook's phone kept ringing and ringing, and annoyed by the melody Lim picked up the phone. Originally, he was just going to turn off the sound, but curiosity got the best of him and wanted to know who Jungkook was texting – so he went through his chat with Jimin.

After a couple of seconds scrolling through their chat, he gasped in disbelief – just as the other two boys came out of the showers.

He looked at them, his mouth hanging open, and he let out a hysterical laugh – showing the content on Jungkook's phone to the other boys.

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" One of them said, "I don't believe it."

They kept looking at each other in disbelief, the other two laughing occasionally.

"Go through his gallery."

There were tons of photos and videos of Jimin, but he clicked on the first one and soon, Jimin's whimpers filled out the room.

The video showed Jimin on all fours, with Jugnkook's middle finger in his ass – his puckered rim clenching around it – as Jungkook kept fingering him.

They all started laughing in disbelief, just when Jungkook entered the changing room.

His heart stopped when he saw them gathered around his phone, laughing, Jimin's little whimpers filling out the room.

"You're a fucking fag?!" One of the guys said, still laughing hysterically, bringing his hand to his mouth.

Jungkook rushed to them, snatching the phone out of his hand – not knowing what to say.

Notes:

Thank you so much for reading, please leave comments saying if you want me to continue this story or not. This is my first time writing a M/M fic, so I don't know if it's good or not.