[M] Stress Relief (1/1)

SEX WORKS WONDERS AGAINST STRESS “Damn it,” Namjoon cursed as he stumbled to the floor. He let out a large groan of aggravation and leaned back against a mirror-paneled wall. “Namjoonie, what’s wrong?” a sweaty Jin asked pausing his diligent counting. The 2 non-dancers were having a late night dance practice so they could at least keep up with the other members in group practice tomorrow. Namjoon sighed and buried his face in his hands, “I’m just stressed out hyung,” he mumbled. He sighed again and ran his fingers through his sweat-soaked blond locks. Jin grabbed a towel and wiped his own sweat before he paused the music. He sat down beside the younger and asked, “Why are you stressed Namjoonie?”  “I’m always stressed Jin-hyung; there’s no particular reason, just everything,” Namjoon answered with a tired shake of his head. Jin scooted closer to the younger, “What can I do to help?” he asked resting his chin on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Nothing Seokjin-hyung,” the leader shrugged, “It’s part of my job. I wouldn’t be a good leader if I wasn’t stressed.” “And I wouldn’t be a good hyung if I didn’t take care of you,” the elder whispered placing his hand on Namjoon’s tummy. “You can’t take on what I do; I’m the leader, they’re my responsibilities,” the younger replied.  “I may not be able to take on your responsibilities,” the elder said as his hand slid past the waistband of the blond’s sweatpants, “but I can ease some of your stress.” Namjoon’s hand quickly gripped Jin’s wrist, halting his creeping double-jointed fingers, “Hyung what are you doing?” he asked in alarm as he attempted to pull the elder’s hand away. “Why are you stopping me Namjoonie?” Jin asked pressing his plump lips to the younger’s cheek. Namjoon felt his face flush from being touched so suddenly, “Because we’re in the practice room, anyone could walk in,” he explained, though he didn’t stop Jin from kissing his neck. Jin nipped at Namjoon’s neck before replying, “It’s the middle of the night, Namjoon-ah, everyone’s asleep. Besides, I locked the door when we came in.” He used his nose to move aside some blond strands from Namjoon’s ear before spoke again, “You have your responsibilities as our leader and I have my responsibilities as your hyung,” he kissed his ear, “let hyungie take care of your stress.” That was all the persuasion Namjoon needed, his long fingers went slack around Jin’s wrist.  Jin wrapped his fingers around Namjoon’s hardening shaft. Namjoon gripped the back of Jin’s neck and pulled him into a hot kiss, it’s been a while since he was able to kiss the elder freely; current  promotions either had them super busy or extremely tired. Jin pulled away long enough to pull off the younger’s t-shirt as well as his own.  They kissed again before Namjoon began to trail kisses down his hyung’s neck, he groaned against the soft skin when Jin’s fingers found his cock again. Jin laughed when Namjoon’s lips tickled a sensitive spot on his neck. “Looks like your sweats have become very tight Namjoon-ah, let hyung relieve some of that pressure,” Jin said pulling down the waistband of the leader’s sweatpants far enough for his erection to spring free. Namjoon’s hand found the back of Jin’s head as the singer leaned down wrapped his full lips around his cock. Namjoon felt his back relax against the cool mirrors, “Jin-hyung, your mouth feels amazing,” he easily complimented. Jin mentally accepted the compliment and took Namjoon down further into his throat; the good thing about being a vocalist was knowing how to effectively clear his passageways for maximum use.  Namjoon used his hand to manually bob the elder’s head up and down, setting a moderate pace. He closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure, he’d gone without the singer’s skillful blow jobs for way too long. Jin's hot mouth and trained tongue was like a concentrated deep tissue massage. Namjoon’s eyes popped open when he felt Jin yank his hand off his head, “Joonie, why are you gripping my head so tightly?” the elder complained. The rapper smiled apologetically at the elder, “I’m sorry hyung, your mouth just felt so amazing.”  Jin pressed his lips to Namjoon’s, “Apology accepted Namjoon-ah,” he said. He ran his tongue along the leader’s lips. He kissed Namjoon again as he pushed him onto his back. Namjoon loosely held onto his hyung’s shoulders as Jin ran his tongue over his Adam’s apple. He nipped at the rapper’s chin and let his hand find Namjoon’s erection again. He gripped him tightly and roughly jerked him as ran his tongue down Namjoon’s Adam’s apple. Namjoon groaned and pressed his hips upward into his hyung’s hand.  Jin nipped at the younger’s collarbone, then again a little harder. He always took care to leave hickeys the rapper’s chest and back because they could be covered easily and because he really like Namjoon’s shoulder blades and pectorals. Namjoon hissed when he felt Jin bite him a little too hard, “Ah hyung, don’t bite so hard,” he complained. It was Jin’s turn to smile apologetically, “I’m sorry leader,” he said kissing the dark red blotch, “I’m finished anyway.”  Namjoon curiously watched as Jin pulled a condom and a small packet of lube from his pocket. “So this was your plan all along?” Namjoon asked through a dimpled grin, “Or do you always carry stuff like that around?” He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the singer with a knowing raised brow. Jin laughed, “OK, I didn’t plan it, but I hoped you would agree,” he admitted. He quickly kissed the rapper before he hastily discarded Namjoon’s sweats. He settled his knees between Namjoon’s open legs and opened the lubricant packet. He spread a little over two of his fingers before carefully setting it down on top of the condom. “OK Joonie, try to stay relaxed, it’s been awhile since we did this,” Jin reminded. He pressed his cool slick fingers against Namjoon’s entrance. Jin grabbed Namjoon’s cock in his other hand and pushed his fingers inside slowly. The rapper let out a choppy sigh and concentrated on relaxing and the hand lightly jerking him off. Jin leaned over and whispered, “How does it feel Joonie?” against his lips. Namjoon’s answer turned into a loud grunt as Jin’s fingers pushed deeper into him. Jin kissed him again and gave his erection one last tug before he sat back. He stood up and pulled off his basketball shorts and tossed them aside, “You didn’t even wear underwear?” Namjoon laughed out. Jin shrugged and dropped back to his knees, “I had high hopes,” he simply justified. He tore the condom wrapper open and quickly secured his condom. Namjoon propped himself up on his elbows again as Jin asked him, “Are you ready for me to drain all of your stress?” “You sound pretty confident hyung,” the leader flatly pointed out. Jin rested his hands on Namjoon’s raised knees, “I’m always confident when it comes to getting what I want,” he replied. “I thought this was for me and my stress, not you,” Namjoon protested. Jin pressed a finger to Namjoon’s lips to quiet him, “It’s for both of us. Don’t be selfish, Leader,” he playfully scolded. He elevated Namjoon’s bottom just a bit and pressed his cock at the younger’s opening. He gripped the rapper’s thighs tightly as he, very slowly, pushed his way inside.  Namjoon groaned as Jin’s hips met his bottom. “Shit,” Namjoon cursed through gritted teeth. Jin paused and brushed some of the rapper’s sweaty hair back, “You ok Joonie?” he asked in concern. Namjoon wrapped his legs around Jin’s hips, “I’m fine,” he answered.  Jin straightened his back and parted his knees just a bit. He gripped Namjoon’s hips and slowly rocked his hips forward, “You feel good Namjoon-ah,” he said. “My back is starting to hurt,” was the leader’s reply. Jin laughed and unhooked the younger’s legs, “Then turn over,” he ordered nudging his side. Namjoon complied and rolled over onto his hands and knees. Jin gripped his hips in his hands again and penetrated the blond again.  He buried himself all the way inside and began a nice steady pace. Namjoon dropped his head and bit back another groan as his hips began to fall back to meet his hyung’s. Jin leaned over and nipped at the younger’s shoulder, “Is your stress melting away?” he asked, beads of his sweat dropping down Namjoon’s back. The elder bit at the nape of Namjoon’s neck, “Don’t ignore me Namjoon, it’s not nice,” he chided before biting the same spot again. Namjoon hissed and moved his head away, though his hips never slowed, “I’m feeling a different kind of tension now,” he absentmindedly answered. Jin slid a hand down to grip Namjoon’s thigh and the other to press against his stomach, “You feel it here, right?” he asked resting his chin on the rapper’s shoulder. Namjoon covered Jin’s hand with his own and shoved it away, “Jin-hyung don’t mess with me,” he complained. Jin laughed and nipped at Namjoon’s other shoulder, “I’m just asking a question Joonie,” he said.  He straightened again and, this time, moved his hands to anchor on Namjoon’s shoulders. He slammed his hips forward, he was feeling the tension build up inside of himself as well, and the wooden floor was starting to make his knees sore. Namjoon’s elbows became jelly and buckled. He folded his arms in front of him and dropped his head to rest on them. His hips were beginning to cramp up and the arch in his back was making his shoulders stiff, but he never slowed their pace: the friction they had going on between them was beautiful.  Jin unfolded his left leg and balanced his weight on his left foot and right knee; his hands was on Namjoon’s hips again, yanking their hips together harder. “Hyung I’m gonna come,” Namjoon grunted as he found the strength to lift himself up again. Jin let out a loud sigh of relief, “That’s good, because I was afraid of climaxing alone,” he mumbled. Namjoon grunted and painted the floor beneath him with his cum. Jin bit his bottom lip and came into his condom and mentally thanked God that they would only have one mess to clean. The elder flopped forward on top of Namjoon in a sweaty heap. It took all Namjoon’s strength to hold them both up those few inches from the sticky floor, “Hyung if you don’t get off me we’ll both be laying in my cum,” he warned as his elbows shook from the extra weight.  Jin scrunched up his face in disgust and dropped to the floor beside the leader. “Are you feeling better Namjoonie?” the elder asked as he pulled on his t-shirt. Namjoon nodded and wiped up his…essence…with his towel, “I am suddenly feeling stress free at the moment,” he admitted. Jin scooted closer to the rapper, “See I told you,” he said throwing his arm around him.  Namjoon revealed a dimpled smile as he pulled on his sweats, “I think we need to make this my regular therapy, twice a week,” he laughed out. “On top of the three times a week we agreed on before promotions?” the singer queried as he pulled on his own shorts. Namjoon laughed and nodded, “Yep.” “So five times a week now?” they heard someone question.  Both the singer’s and rapper’s heads popped up at the intruder. “Jung Kook?” Namjoon fearfully identified the new addition to the practice room. How'd he get in here? But then it dawned on Namjoon: all the members had keys to the practice room...and the manager...and the choreographer. ANYONE could walk in. “It’s not polite to eavesdrop Jung Kook,” Jin scolded quickly switching to his big brother tone on. Jung Kook held his hands up in surrender, “I didn’t know your extra practice schedule was private information. My bad,” he sarcastically quipped with a shrug of his shoulders. Namjoon and Jin shared twin looks of confusion, and then relief: they were in the clear.  “I hate to be rude, but can I have the room?” Jung Kook asked his hyungs politely, “I want to try out a new routine I was working on.” Jin and Namjoon hastily grabbed their soiled towels and water bottles. “No problem Jung Kookie,” the eldest agreed as he stealthily scooped up the discarded condom wrapper and lube packet, “It’s all yours.” “Fighting,” Namjoon awkwardly cheered before following Jin out of the practice room. WHO WAS EXPECTING TOP JIN??