[M] Coffee (1/1)

There was a small congregation not far from the studio’s door when he arrived. A little weird, but nothing that he hadn’t seen before. However, before Hoseok could yell a greeting, Taehyung spotted him and quickly put one finger before his lips.                Come here, hyung.                Tae signaled him closer with his other free hand. Getting alarmed, he swallowed his voice and walked a little hurriedly towards the small crowd.                ‘What’s wrong?’                Namjoon sighed heavily at the hushed question.                ‘Suga had been chewing people left and right. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.’                Hoseok raised a brow up. It wasn’t really something new. The older boy was a little too generous with curses but to bring out this kind of reaction was the first time.                ‘Did you ask him why?’                ‘I did,’ Namjoon straightened up. ‘He told me to fuck off.’                That was Suga alright.  Hoseok didn’t really see the difference.                ‘He told me to stop wasting oxygen around him,’ Tae pouted. ‘I was just asking him if he wanted a snack.’                Jimin huffed at that.                ‘I was told off to,’ he tilted his head slightly aside, ‘More to… Goddamit Jimin, did you fucking bathe in perfume? Get the hell away from me, you smelly chimp. I was just trying out Kookie’s body mist. Just one spray.’                Hoseok glanced at Jin. The eldest just raised his palm up.                ‘I rather not repeat what he said. It hurt my pride as a man.’                Suga was mean sometimes, or should he say – blunt? He wasn’t there physically when the boys got chewed out by the dark-haired rapper, so he opted not to judge.                ‘Where’s Kookie?’                ‘He’s in the practice room. Still in shock.’                Hoseok stared at Taehyung.                ‘By what?’                ‘Something Suga-hyung said,’ Tae took a deep breath. ‘I’m not surprised if he’s crying right now.’                Now, it looked bad.                Hoseok glanced at the door to the studio. He was the last one standing.                ‘Talk to him, Hobi. Maybe you can do something about the monstrous mood.’                The boy chuckled under a frown. Namjoon must be kidding him.                ‘No way,’ he shook his head. ‘I’m not going in there.’                The leader stared at the dance prodigy hard and long before a slow smile crept on his face. Creepy.                ‘You can do something about this,’ he took a step closer towards Hoseok. ‘I saw you two that night. He let you lie down on his lap.’                Hoseok straightened up. Shit. So Namjoon saw.                Ah, now everbody else knew too.                Damn it Joonie.                ‘What did that have to do with this?’                ‘Suga let you lie down on his lap?’ Taehyung’s eyes were wide on his face. ‘On his million-dollar thighs?’                These boys sure made too big a deal out of it.                ‘I was having a…’ he took a deep breath and released it in a huff. What was he doing trying to explain what happened that night? It was all Namjoon’s fault. ‘That has nothing to do with this.’                ‘Ahh… come on Hobi…’ the leader grabbed the boy’s hand and shook it. ‘We need to work on the song. I can’t work with him like this. Please?’                ‘Why did Suga let Hobi-hyung on his lap?’                Jimin clung to Namjoon’s arm, eyes bouncing back and forth between the leader and Hoseok.                Jin was hiding a smile behind his hand when Hoseok glanced at him.                Taehyung noticed it and leaned towards Seokjin.                ‘Did you see them too?’                The boy snickered.                This is getting out of hands.                ‘Fine! I’ll go talk to him.’                Four pair of eyes immediately stopped on his gratefully.                ‘Thanks, hyung,’ Jimin was the first to pat his shoulder. ‘We’ll leave Suga-hyung to you.’                Namjoon gave a wink and left, pulling the snickering Seokjin with him. Taehyung quickly followed the pair, demanding a full story about “that night”. Jimin tailed behind, holding on Tae’s shoulder with one hand as he gave a small parting wave at Hoseok.                The boy sighed.                He needed to find coffee first.                 ‘Anybody home?’                Hoseok pushed the studio’s door carefully - peeping in. There was only silence in the room, but he quickly spotted the dark-haired rapper sitting in front of an open laptop. Seeing no violent respond,  the boy just stepped in and closed the door behind him.                Suga turned when the door clicked close. Hoseok immediately raised the coffee cups in his hands; using it as a shield.                ‘I brought you coffee. Italian Roast.’                Just when he thought the smaller boy would spurt out something venomous at his arrival, Suga suddenly raised a hand up and beckoned him closer.                 ‘Like last time?’                He immediately closed their distance and handed a cup to him.                ‘Just like last time.’                The boy nodded and took a sip, closing his eyes briefly afterwards. Hoseok just stood watching.  He was expecting the worst when he walked in. When he did and found this, he wasn’t sure on how to continue.                ‘What are you doing standing? Grab a seat.’                Hoseok looked around before deciding that he would just sit on the couch.                ‘What are you working on?’                Suga took a deep breath, turning the chair so it was facing Hoseok.                ‘Nothing much,’ he kept his eyes on the taller boy as he took another sip from the cup. ‘Just checking the lyrics.’                The room suddenly felt a little too hot. Hoseok put down the cup and proceeded to take off his jacket. He paused when Suga suddenly stood up but continued when he saw the boy went to check on the heater controller by the door. He sure was too aware of the shorter rapper.                ‘Your friend made really good coffee,’ Suga stepped towards the couch and sat beside him. ‘You need to bring me to his shop next time.’                Hoseok flashed his bright smile.                ‘Sure. It’s a date.’                Ah, it wasn’t easy to go through this when Suga practically acted like normal. Now he didn’t know if he should ask at all.                ‘What’s yours?’                The smaller boy pointed at his cup.                ‘Latte.’                Suga nodded, took another sip from his strong Italian roast before putting it down and reaching for Hoseok’s cup.                ‘Let me try.’                The boy took a sip casually before smacking his lips together.                ‘Sweet.’                Hoseok chuckled. He could drink strong coffee but he liked them sweet sometimes. He knew Suga liked strong coffee with a little bit of syrup in it. He even reminded his friend to make it exactly like he did last time, just in case. His well-being depended on it anyway.                Problem now was that Suga didn’t even look the slightest bit of the scary description his friends had fed him with.                ‘Why did you avoid me lately?’                The question hit him like wall. Hoseok was in too much of a hurry to get away from his friends earlier he forgot one of the side reasons he refused to go in the studio at the first place.                It was true that he was avoiding Suga. Only because he was a little embarrassed with what happened that night. Yes Hoseok was a clingy person, but what happened made him think about a lot of things.                His attraction towards Suga - to start with.                 Suga watched the boy’s face blushed up prettily. Hoseok had a nice tan to his skin, but still fair enough to make the color noticeable. He knew the answer even without the boy opening his mouth. Jung Hoseok was neither a good liar nor could he pretend with a straight face.                He was glad that the boy wasn’t one.                It frustrated him to a new level when the orange-haired boy suddenly distancing himself away from him. After that night, he thought they’d gotten closer. He didn’t expect Hoseok to actually start avoiding him like a plague. Suga had lost count on the time he had wanted to just grab the boy and ask him why. It was getting on his nerves. In the end, he exploded on the other boys.                 Suga was waiting for the right time where he could corner Hoseok and talk to him. Didn’t expect the subject of his issue willingly stepped inside his territory tonight. There was no way he would let him get away this time around.                 ‘Let’s talk,’ he turned slightly so Hoseok was completely in his view. ‘Why did you avoid me?’                 Hobi took a deep breath.                ‘It’s nothing, hyung. I didn’t avoid you.’                Suga frowned.                ‘Bullshit. You saw me in the practice room alone and you turned around like you just saw a wild bear.’                He actually did that.                ‘I didn’t mean to… I was…’                ‘Hobi. Do you hate me?’ Suga deadpanned, sending the other boy emotionally reeling inside.                ‘What? No. I don’t hate you.’                The answer was immediate. Suga crossed his arms before his chest.                ‘If that’s the case, then why did you avoid me?’                Hoseok simply stared back at Suga; wasn’t really sure on how to answer that.                ‘Do you like me?’                Why did this hyung even ask that?                ‘Of course I like you, hyung.’                ‘More than the others?’                ‘Of course I like you much more…’Hoseok halted, catching himself.                 A smile broke on Suga’s face.                ‘I like you much more than the others too, Hobi.’                ‘Ah,’ the boy laughed nervously. ‘I meant I like you… not like I,’                Suga grabbed the hoodie on Hoseok by its collar and pulled, crashing their bodies together as he searched for the boy’s lips. Hoseok needed to learn to shut up when the mood was right.                The boy tasted like latte; sweet and mellow. When Suga moved his lips, he could feel Hoseok tensed against him. The boy didn’t leave a room for him to think, coaxing with gentle suckles and nips. When the eyes fluttered close and the shy lips tentatively returned the kiss, Min Yoongi’s threw logic out of the window and let his desire took over.                Hoseok was barely out of his stupor when the other boy suddenly slid a tongue between his lips and licked his teeth. Shocked, he gasped for air and Suga took the opportunity to push it deeper inside the sweet mouth. The younger boy tried to pull back, but the dark-haired rapper chased his retreat; refusing to break the kiss.                In the end, he ended up with his back against the armrest and Suga on top of him, kissing him senseless.                Hoseok was practically a puddle of mess when the older boy pulled back, granting them some space for breathing. His lips were swollen; eyes unfocused and glazed with passion. Nothing had ever looked sexier in Suga’s eyes. He could do this all night, exploring the warm mouth but there were other things he wanted to explore too.               ‘Hobi…’ he whispered close to the other’s ear, nipping and grazing the tip with his teeth. He could hear the boy gasped when he pressed his thigh against the obvious bulge. ‘Do you want me to do something about this?’               ‘Em…’               The answer was quick. That was all he needed. Hoseok was still laden with passion. He didn’t need to boy to come to his senses right now.               Suga worked fast with the boy’s belt and soon enough was already pulling the jeans down along with the boxer. Hoseok threw his head back when he proceeded to wrap his fingers around the erected cock and rubbed it gradually. When the younger boy moaned his name, Suga immediately lost sense of limit. He dipped down and took the head in his mouth; suckling and running his tongue along the slit.                For a moment Hoseok lost his mind, bucking his hips and quietly begging for more. Suga didn’t have to be told twice. He swallowed the length as far as he could down his throat without gagging before pulling back to bob his head up and down as he worked on the remaining length with one hand. His free fingers trailed down to fondle the sack and then lower, until he found the entrance.                It was barely there, but the moment he felt Suga pressing against the opening to his body, the fog in his brain cleared up just enough for Hoseok to push through with all his might.                ‘Sug.. Suga…’ Hoseok finally gathered enough strength to push against the older boy’s shoulder. ‘Yoong…hyung. Stop. St..stop.’                The dark-haired boy pulled back, licking his wet lips as he looked up. There was a string of saliva running down Suga’s chin and dripped on the tip of his penis.                 ‘What?’                 Hoseok had to shake himself off from staring and spinning along the building desire in his chest.                 ‘We can’t…do this.’                 Suga looked down on the cock in his hand for few seconds before looking back up at Hoseok’s face.                 ‘What are you saying…when you’re like this?’                  Hoseok glanced at the door. He was hard as fuck, he knew that. However, knowing that they were in the studio; in the same building with their friends who could barge in anytime now was kind of scary.                  Suga chuckled.                 ‘It’s locked,’ he grinned. ‘Deadbolt. Don’t worry about it.’                  The older boy returned to swallow his cock again. For a moment Hoseok wanted to let go, just riding the storm between his legs right now. However, the moment he felt Suga pressing the entrance again, the boy jolted up and moved away from the intruding finger.                 ‘What are you doing?’                  Suga took a deep breath.                  ‘I’m preparing you,’ he pushed the boy back against the armrest. ‘Now, shut up. You were doing pretty well earlier. Get back to it.’                  Hoseok was confused. He was just lying there getting his cock sucked and Suga said he was doing pretty well? What did he do anyway?                 ‘Yoongi-hyung…’                  Suga suddenly released his cock with a loud pop and worked on his own belt and pants, pulling them down right in front of the blushing boy. Hoseok’s eyes widening as he saw the other boy’s evidence of desire.                  A new set of fear crept into him.                ‘This is why I need to prepare you.’                Suga climbed on top of younger boy, noticing the red shade on his face slowly fading away.                ‘Hyung… I…’ Hoseok swallowed. ‘I need to practice after this.’                Suga narrowed his eyes, looking annoyed. He looked at the orange-head hard and long before straightening up and leaned to take the box of tissue from the shelves at the end of the couch.                ‘Take off your clothes.’                Hoseok’s hands moved up to curl in front of his chest. He looked timidly up at Suga. The older boy frowned at that.                ‘Take it off. We don’t want to dirty them.’                Hoseok finally did as told, disposing the hoodie and t-shirt on the small table besides their forgotten coffees. Feeling totally exposed, he looked away. He didn’t want to watch the other boy’s expression while he was like that. It was already felt worse than dying.                Suga, on the other hand; couldn’t take his eyes off the lithe body in front of him. Knowing how much hard work and countless hours spent of dancing and choreography had sculpted Hoseok, he felt the insane desire to own it – make it completely his.                Another time for that. Right now, both of them were hard and they needed release.                When Suga suddenly spread something cold against the topmost part of his inner thighs, Hoseok was forced to look. He frowned at the small bottle in the boy’s hand.                ‘What’s that?’                The dark-hair rapper grinned.                ‘Vaseline,’ he proceeded to rub the jelly on Hoseok’s cock as if it was the most natural thing to do. ‘I always have it with me. In case of chapped lips.’ He smeared some more before putting the bottle aside. ‘Done.’                Hoseok just watched the other boy, wondering what would be next after the Vaseline. He wasn’t really clueless about sex, but it was the first time in his life doing this with another male. When Suga collected his legs, placed them together and hooked both up one of his shoulder; he simply reached one hand to hold on to the other free shoulder.                Suga positioned himself in between the base of the thighs and pushed.                Hoseok’s gasps were pulling his strings the right way.  Though he yearned to do more than just rubbing against the thighs and the other boy’s cock, he would compromise for now. Jung Hoseok was already in his hands. He would make sure not to let go. Not even if he changed his mind and chickened out later.                ‘The room’s soundproofed. Let me hear your voice.’                Hoseok shook his head, still trying to muffle his voice behind his tightly-pressed lips. Getting impatient, Suga surged forward and kissed him. The boy immediately parted his lips, letting the older boy’s in.                Hoseok love kissing. Checked.                He could taste himself in Suga’s mouth. However, there was no time to feel disgusted with the way the other boy was kissing and pushing between his thighs. It didn’t take long before Hoseok abandoned his shyness and moaned inside the mouth above him, earning a satisfied grin.                  ‘That’s it. Call my name, Hobi. I want to hear it.’                ‘Yoon…Yoongi…’ Hoseok bit his lips, his back arching against the armrest. ‘Fuck!’ his free hand strayed down to touch himself and occasionally slipped between his tightly clasped thighs to feel Suga. The other boy groaned in return, watching as the younger rapper brought himself closer to completion. Hoseok was sure not a shy type once he let go.                Just the way he liked it.                Thinking about how much better it would be inside the lithe boy under him made Suga quickened his pace. The friction was driving him crazy and Hoseok’s voice calling his name in between the moans and gasps just added to the fire. When the boy suddenly bucked against him and came, it left Suga with only few thrusts before he found his release.                               The room felt a little warm and saturated with the smell of sex. They seriously needed to air it before letting anybody in. Suga would do it later. For now, he just wanted to snuggle against the body under him.                ‘Hyung?’                ‘Em?’                Hoseok stared at the ceiling, hand absent-mindedly caressing the dark crown under his chin.                ‘What does this make us now?’                Suga opened his eyes before pushing himself up and leaned on one elbow to look at Hoseok’s face.                ‘I don’t know,’ he frowned slightly. ‘I’ve sucked your dick, kissed you so much your lips are swollen and we’ve both came all over you. I even cleaned us both afterwards. What do you think that made us?’                Hoseok pinched his eyes slightly, appeared to be thinking.                Suga sighed and hit the other boy’s forehead lightly with his hand.                ‘I don’t just go around fucking with just anybody, Hobi. Do I need to spell it out to you?’                Hoseok blinked.                ‘So… we’re lovers?’                Suga’s lips quirked into a smile. He liked the sound of the word “lovers” rolled in Hobi’s tongue.                ‘…or are we fu…’                The dark-haired rapper put a finger against Hoseok’s lips, stopping him from talking.                ‘Don’t ruin the moment, Hobi. The first one is already perfect.’                Hoseok blushed and smiled against the finger.                ‘You still need to take me out on a date, hold my hands and tell me you love me.’                Suga rolled his eyes before resting his head back on Hoseok’s chest.                ‘Whatever you want, princess.’