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The weather was different than most days today, dark gray clouds covered the sky and winds chased over the fields. All of this, yet the air still felt warm.
It was a sign of a thunderstorm, Jimin and Yoongi both knew it.
Because of this, they were allowed to leave earlier than planned. The two had been at a nearby farm helping out since it was lambing season.
The usual summery look of the farm had turned pale in this weather, and it looked rather boring. The farm which Yoongi lived on consisted of a barn, a separate garage-like building and other smaller buildings scattered around. Then of course, the main house where the family lived. It was a big white house that faced out towards big fields.
Jimin and Yoongi often stayed at each other's places for dinner, or just to hang out. This was the plan for today as well, also since the weather was getting worse and Jimin's home was a bit further away.
"You see those.. sort of sunny looking clouds by the horizon?" Yoongi asked.
"Yeah, what about them..?" Jimin said.
"Dad told me a few years ago, that it usually tricks you. You think it's gonna get sunny and nice again, but it's actually just rain reflecting light or something".
"Oh. Well, we better hurry then?".
"I guess so".
With slightly quicker steps, the two kept walking on the dirt road in the middle of two fields. Everything was fields here, with small roads to drive on and even smaller trails to walk on.
Yoongi and Jimin had both turned 18 recently, and could in theory leave this place to do whatever they wanted to. But, both enjoyed living here, helping parents and others with things and earning their own money, too. School was.. pretty simple here. They went to school for a few days a week, still. Some people didn't go there at all.
The two had become friends a few years back when Jimin's family moved closer to this area. They were an odd pair in the beginning, yet fit so well now. Jimin was jolly and outgoing, while Yoongi was a bit more reserved and shy when it came to social things.
Mostly, they either spent time in eachother's rooms and read magazines, or they walked around outside while talking about whatever. And of course- working.
Their friendship had been like any other, until something changed a few months ago.
It must've been a warmer day, and they had been working outside the entire day. Out of the blue they decided to sleep at the loft of the barn. They had mentioned it before, how it would be nice to sleep on the hay. And since the barn was thinly built, it was a lot more chilly than inside the house.
Both were tired, but obviously they couldn't go to sleep before talking for a few hours into the night.
Yoongi remembered it being dark on the loft. There were some lights below the loft, but on it, there was only a small orange lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The hay was nice to lay on as expected.
Him and Jimin never ran out of stuff to talk about. School, magazines, movies, their families, personal life and thoughts or just whatever they found interesting. This certain night they had started talking about relationships. It was a funny topic to them, they laughed at people their age who were dating, and wondered how a person could have time for such things.
Wouldn't it take away time for other things? You'd have to be with your partner at all times, or else they would break up with you, right?
They both agreed it was silly. Sure, they knew there was other things to dating that could be exciting, but most of that could be solved by jacking off.
And in addition to that- there wasn't a lot of people their age here, who would they date? All girls were pretty boring anyway, most wanted to leave this place and move to big cities. Nothing in common.
Yoongi guessed it must've been past midnight, around 1 or 2am. Their shared cola can was empty, and Jimin had tossed it on the hay further away. The conversation had come to an end, he thought.
Him and Jimin laid down properly, would they go to sleep now? It was hard to tell with sleepovers.
"Wanna know something funny, and a little weird..?" Jimin had said after a few minutes.
Yoongi nodded.
"In the other house i lived in, there was a closet with a hidden opening in the wall. Guess what was in there?".
"I dunno, what was it?".
"Porn magazines, guess what kind?" Jimin said and grinned.
Yoongi looked at his friend, "..what kind?".
"Queer ones, can you believe that?".
Yoongi raised his eyebrows, no way.
"Do those exist? How did they get there?".
"No idea, they must've belonged to someone living there before us".
"Well, did you get off to it?" Yoongi said with a grin.
Jimin threw a bit of hay on his friend, "shut up".
Yoongi only giggled, placing the hay on his chest and leaning his head back,
"Queer porn magazines. There can't be many of those.." he mumbled.
"Yeah, there was only one kind".
How odd. Yoongi didn't think queers existed out here where they lived. Wasn't that a city thing? The only times queers were mentioned here was when people made fun of them. Nobody really understood it, Yoongi either.
The sky was visible through some thin gaps in the roof, a dark blue.
They were quiet again now, Yoongi wondered what Jimin was thinking about, the magazines?
A while passed, and neither of them had fallen asleep yet. Yoongi laid on his side, looking at Jimin.
Jimin had sort of glanced back at him, and usually they would laugh but this was different. They were both thinking about the same thing, somehow they knew that.
Yoongi was sure his heartbeat was loud enough to hear now, and he looked Jimin right in the eyes before nodding very lightly. Then, he leant back and closed his eyes.
There was some rustling in the hay, and next thing he knew, Jimin kissed him.
And he kissed back, carefully. Jimin settled down next to him, one hand resting at his shoulder as it continued.
Yoongi remembered the feeling of being warm all over. It had been dark, they could only feel eachother. He didn't know how much time passed, but it must have been a lot. Once they started, they couldn't stop.
Suddenly, Jimin's hands were under his shirt. Things were messy, neither knew how these things worked. Hands everywhere. Jimin was always brave, of course he was the first to take it a step further. They didn't say a single word throughout the entire thing, only quick breaths and eventually- moans. First, they were close, palming eachother and kissing as they did so. And eventually this turned into jacking eachother off. Both frustrated and turned on, huffing and cursing as they went on.
Jimin's hand had felt so good, having another person do it had felt.. incredible. In the moment, they completely forgot how unusual this was.
Both finished pretty much at the same time. A few slower kisses followed, and then, Jimin went to turn the light off.
A few months had passed now, since the first time they did such a thing.
Both of them felt very out of place when they woke up that morning. They knew something went down last night, and they knew it would change things.
They ignored it, for days. Went on with life without mentioning it.
There was a lack of the usual closeness, eye contact and such things. Yoongi worried they would stop being friends, maybe everything was ruined.
- Until one day when they walked into Jimin's room, and after the door had been shut, they were somehow making out immediately.
"Just in time, i felt a raindrop!" Jimin said as he walked onto the porch.
"Lucky us" Yoongi smiled, and they entered the house together.
Inside, they found out that Yoongi's parents were going to a friend's house for dinner. Sadly, they would have to be alone for the of the night, and make dinner by themselves. Yoongi told them that it was okay, and that they would be just fine. Him and Jimin then stood by the door for a few long minutes as his mother listed off all the possible things they could make for dinner.
Finally, his parents left, and they were all alone in the big house. It felt exciting, there was always someone else at home. Especially exciting since it was Jimin and him.
Yoongi was hugged from the back, leaning into the embrace as Jimin kissed him on the neck.
"Come on.." Jimin mumbled, turning Yoongi to kiss him on the lips.
Yoongi hummed, holding Jimin closer as they made out. It started raining now.
"Let's go upstairs.. c'mon, wanna fuck you again..".
Yoongi's face heated up, and he nodded slowly before he let himself be dragged up the stairs by his friend.
Their relationship was.. interesting. They weren't dating or anything, hadn't said that this was anything romantic. They hadn't said a lot- actually. For the most, they considered it 'taking out energy and/or frustration' by doing something sexual together. Or just 'exploring'..
The two boys hurried into Yoongi's room and didn't bother closing the door since nobody was at home anyway.
Like many times before, they sat down on the edge of Yoongi's bed to kiss, slowly building up courage to go further. They didn't speak much during these things, and if they did it was usually to ease the slight embarrassment of what they were doing.
Yoongi was pushed back, laying down as they made out. Jimin's hands slid under his shirt, touching and caressing his sides. Everything felt good and hot, it felt as if it was better every time they did it.
"You first" Jimin mumbled, pressing a kiss onto his friend's cheek before sitting up and leaning back against the wall.
"Mm" Yoongi sat up, butterflies in his chest as he got in between Jimin's legs.
He quickly undid the button and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down with help from his friend. During all of this, he could sense Jimin was staring at him, which made him shy. Enough, he got onto a more comfortable position and pulled Jimin's boxer shorts down to take his dick out. It was semi-hard, so he pumped it with his slightly shaky hand until he was fully erect. Jimin let out a slight groan, still looking at him.
And then, he took it between his lips and slowly let it into his mouth. Jimin sighed above him.
Actually sucking eachother off came later for them. In the beginning, they only jacked eachother off since that was something they did to themselves. It was maybe two weeks in, when they were hanging out in Jimin's room, that it happened for the first time. Yoongi had been laying down on the bed, reading a magazine in silence, when Jimin suddenly reached to unbutton his jeans. Which was normal, sometimes they just went for it randomly like that. But this time, Jimin looked at him as to say 'don't think of me weirdly for this' and went on to give him a blowjob. It had been different, and good. After that- Yoongi returned the favour and it sort of allowed them to try even more.
The barrier of it was definitely homophobia. They were convinced they were straight, still. And as mentioned, they jacked themselves off so this wasn't new to them. But they didn't suck dick in their freetime, a man sucking dick had to be queer, and they had a hard time with that. But somehow they convinced themselves it was just for the receiving person to know how it felt, offering themselves for the other's pleasure. Totally not queer.
Only thing was, Yoongi felt himself enjoying it. And he had a feeling Jimin did, too.
There was something about it that made his whole body warm and tingly, letting Jimin's dick in his mouth and to suck it, especially how it twitched and how Jimin groaned as it went on.
The first times, they warned before finishing so the other didn't have to swallow, until one time one didn't, and they began swallowing. Now, this was definitely something that proved they liked it- swallowing didn't give the other direct pleasure. Perhaps it was some sort of masculinity thing, don't be a pussy about it.
Yoongi bobbed his head slowly, sucking his friend off as good as he could and listening to his reactions. Made him feel really excited, doing these things. After a little while, he could tell Jimin was close, and then, he swallowed. Didn't taste the best but it wasn't supposed to, either.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and climbed closer to Jimin, kissing him again. They made out, holding eachother close and eventually, Jimin returned the favour.
Sometimes Yoongi felt embarrassed to show that he liked it, but it was hard not to. Neither of them had done any sexual things before doing it with eachother, and it was just.. new and good. He did downplay it slightly, tried holding in the higher noises that would make him seem a little too much to Jimin. But it was a process, maybe some day he wouldn't care.
Jimin finished him off, and laid down on his back next to him to breathe for a moment.
"I did you quicker" he said, cocky.
"Fuck off" Yoongi scoffed, running a hand through his hair. He stayed leaning against the wall.
Jimin chuckled and rolled over to lay on his stomach instead, "just saying",
"up for more?".
Yoongi hummed, looking at his friend who smiled at the response. He then looked away, and up at the ceiling.
A hand was placed on his thigh, slowly running up and down. This gave him an odd feeling deeper in his stomach, he wondered if Jimin also felt this.
"I should put you in one of my sister's skirts sometime and fuck you like that, eh?".
Yoongi's eyes widened, looking at his buddy in disbelief, "-better fucking not!" he shouted, sitting up and throwing himself on top of Jimin.
They wrestled on the bed, Jimin mostly giggling and apologizing profusely to Yoongi who still couldn't believe he would say such a thing. In the end, Yoongi was sitting on his friend's chest as they both breathed heavily,
"Say something like that again and i'll put you in a dress and do the same" Yoongi said, pinching Jimin's ear.
"Ow- fuck you! Yeah sure you talk a lot of shit for someone who hasn't even fucked yet" Jimin said in response.
Yoongi's face turned pink, he had hoped Jimin wouldn't mention this.
"Shut it now or i'll never let you do me again" he said, climbing off his friend and sitting against the wall.
Jimin laid there all quiet, smiling. What an asshole, Yoongi asked himself why he was friends with the little bitch.
Then he rolled over to look at Yoongi, "alright, sorry, i'll only put red lipstick on you".
Yoongi sighed loudly, kicking him.
The two sat in complete silence for a few minutes. Yoongi rested his eyes, trying not to think about what Jimin had said.
Outside, they heard distant sounds of thunder, and the wind made the whole house creek& a little. Thunderstorms were usually fine here, worst thing to happen was if the electricity went out.
Jimin sat up and shuffled close, stroking his friend's cheek with one hand. Yoongi had his eyes closed, leaning into Jimin's touch slightly. He could tell Jimin was looking at him intensly.
Then, Jimin leaned in and kissed him.
It was gentle, the mood of the situation had changed now and they turned quiet again.
Jimin gave him short, careful kisses. His hand, which was still holding Yoongi's face, moved up and behind his ear, tucking away the messy grown hair.
The entire room felt so oddly hot, Yoongi would expect it to be sunny outside when he opened his eyes if he didn't know it was thundering. He could feel all the hairs on his body rising, be it electricity in the air or something else.
Both of them wore old, washed out t-shirts today. They sat close, forgetting the fact that their pants were still undone as they made out slowly.
And after some moments, Jimin's hands slid under his friend's shirt again and he took it off easily before getting his own off. Shuffled closer, now chest to chest as they kissed again.
Yoongi wondered, and he knew Jimin wondered as well; if this was only 'taking out frustration'. It felt way too intimate and special this time, they hadn't gone this slow before.
Jimin pulled away suddenly, hands steady on his friend's hips. He looked him in the eyes, a neutral look on his face.
Yoongi responded with the same neutral look, moving his arms up to rest on Jimin's shoulders. Only his fingertips touched his skin, and he trailed them down, dipping past the collarbones. He glanced up, hearing Jimin hold his breath.
His fingers reached his chest and moved to his sides, slowing and stopping after the ribs,
"Pretty" he said.
"Don't mess around" Jimin chuckled.
"'m'not"
Jimin looked at him in silence, smiling before kissing him again.
Neither of them fully understood why they enjoyed this so much. Jimin felt like everything else mattered less when he kissed Yoongi. Maybe it was how much stronger their relationship became in these moments, instead of being like normal friends, they became so incredibly close and connected by doing this. For sure, nothing could ruin their friendship now, it was so special.
There were aspects he ignored, or assumed was everyone guy's experience regarding sexual feelings. For example, he liked when Yoongi talked as they did this, hearing his darker voice mumble sayings. Another thing he loved was his friend's body, boyish and slightly different from his own. It was fun to embrace and be embraced by another boy, and to see how their masculinity became something he had never imagined before. He wouldn't admit this was queer, though, a lot of men preferred more masculine women, correct? This was simply something special for them, anyway, just practice.
Thinking about it made him frustrated, denying it was a bit queer was hard. He pulled away from the kiss, looking his friend in the eyes. Yoongi had an unreadable expression, looked like he wanted Jimin to do something. Oh he would do something alright..
With a bit of force, Jimin pushed his friend down against the mattress, leaning down to kiss him. They shared a short kiss before Jimin moved to kiss his cheek instead, and moved to under his ear, to his neck. Yoongi squirmed, letting out a suprised sound that set Jimin off even more. It was so hot, how Yoongi reached to grasp his hair, fist tightening when he tensed up. He could tell he was holding sounds in, letting out short groans and huffs. Jimin was determined to make it too much to hold in.
Thunder crackled outside, and the room lit up slightly for a second. Jimin got up on the floor, walking to the window to pull the curtains in front of it. He also switched the night lamp on, which gave off a warm light. Yoongi looked at him, their eyes connecting, and Jimin knew from the way that made him feel, that this wasn't just practice.
The two embraced again, rolling over on the bed as they made out. This was that masculinity he liked, how they got harsher as they wanted more, pulling eachother close and almost wrestling in the process. Jimin laid on his back, kissing Yoongi who sat on top of him. His messy, black hair looked brown in this warm light, it was beautiful. When Yoongi pulled away, there was a slight rosy tint on his cheeks. He was out of breath, mouth open as he looked down on Jimin. He was so perfectly fuckable, Jimin thought, slightly ashamed for this.
But that was the point, wasn't it? Jimin sat up, holding Yoongi who now sat closely on his lap. He didn't kiss him immediately, only pushed their faces close, so that their noses touched. They breathed slowly, and then kissed. Shorter kisses, nothing mattered but this. And as they kissed, Yoongi's hand travelled down, fingers wrapping around Jimin's dick. They were both very hard at this point. He slowly rubbed the over the tip, knowing Jimin liked that.
"Fuck hold on, -not too much" Jimin mumbled, grabbing Yoongi's wrist.
Yoongi grinned, "that close..? M'kay, i get the memo..".
He climbed off, tugged his pants off completely and laid down, resting his head on his friend's chest. He looked up at him, sticking two fingers in his mouth to suck on them. Jimin sighed, reaching to caress his cheek.
Then, Yoongi took his spit covered fingers and reached behind himself. He had done this a few times, since he wasn't absolutely stupid and understood he needed to be prepared somehow. It felt odd, he had to admit.
Jimin watched with adoration but also found it hot- which surprised Yoongi. It was, after all, not too straight. So as he started with one finger, he glanced up at Jimin, relaxing under his touch, especially liking it when he carded his fingers through his hair. He didn't know how to describe it, this feeling. Doing something that should be disgusting and weird and generally uncomfortable, yet Jimin was so calm and sweet. This felt great. Yoongi wondered if this was what relationships felt like, maybe they weren't too stupid after all.
Having fingers up himself didn't feel nearly as good as dick, but it was fine after a while. Yoongi sometimes thought about fingering himself when he was alone, but hadn't done it yet because that was just too much.
Soon, it felt like he was ready. He took his fingers out, wiping them on his inner thigh before sitting up.
"Good?" Jimin sat up, too.
Yoongi hummed, and was kissed by Jimin.
They sat and kissed while jacking themselves off slowly. Jimin then pushed Yoongi away, guiding him to lay on his back with his head on the pillow.
Yoongi felt his chest flutter, he quite liked when Jimin pushed him around.
The lamp on the nightstand blinked, probably because of the storm. They hadn't done this during a storm before, it felt different somehow.
Jimin held his friend's legs, pushing them against his chest lightly as he leant down to give him a kiss. He then leant back up.
"Just fuck me already" Yoongi said, trying to sound tough but with slight desperation in his voice.
Jimin grinned, "i'm starting to think you like it.." he said.
Yoongi blushed, he knew Jimin was just teasing him. It was obvious that he liked it. He didn't think he would, but it turned out there was something that felt amazing when Jimin fucked him right. Originally, they were supposed to switch and give themselves up for the other to fuck, but one time turned into two, and two into many more. Yoongi wasn't against the idea of fucking Jimin, but it wasn't as exciting to him as this. He would never tell Jimin about that, though.
Yoongi lost track of his thoughts when Jimin positioned himself, one hand firmly on the back of Yoongi's thigh.
The first time they did it, Jimin tried to make himself think about something else- as if he wasn't fucking a guy - but it proved to be hard. Especially hard when none of those thoughts turned him on more than what he was actually doing.
He pushed in, and they were both silent for a moment. He stopped midway in, glancing at Yoongi who had his eyebrows furrowed. He swallowed down a whimper, and nodded for Jimin to continue.
"Ohh god.." he mumbled as Jimin bottomed out.
"Mmh that's good.." Jimin whispered, leaning in to kiss his friend.
They stayed close, kissing slowly. The lamp blinked a little again, and the wind felt like it surrounded the house with a low sound.
They sort of forgot the situation for a while, getting too into the kissing. Yoongi loosely wrapped his legs around Jimin as they made out.
Jimin's fingers tangled in his hair, sliding down to his chest as he pulled away from the kiss. Yoongi looked so.. almost annoyingly good like this. Jimin couldn't possibly imagine anything that would turn him on more right now. His lips were all glossy with spit, hair even messier and cute looking against the pillow. Not to mention his flat chest, rising and falling as he waited for what was next.
Jimin held onto his sides, starting a gentle, rocking motion. As a reaction, Yoongi shut his eyes and leant his head back with a groan.
It was amazing, how good he felt. Jimin had never imagined fucking a guy would feel this good. His eyes travelled over his friend's body, making matters worse. It was really hard to keep his thoughts away in the moment, that went for any kind of sexual activity. Whatever turned him on in the moment, he needed to think about. It was hot, fucking a guy. His mind traced back to the first time he saw the queer magazines and thought it was weird- but he kinda got it now.
The rocking motion soon turned into thrusts, and it got harder for both of them to hold sounds in.
Jimin believed Yoongi didn't like it when he made sounds, and Yoongi thought Jimin didn't like it when he did. The opposite was true in both cases, though.
Jimin pushed Yoongi's legs against his chest, so he could get a better angle
"Oohh-mhh...!" Yoongi groaned, feeling Jimin even deeper.
The bed creaked underneath them, but wasn't too noisy thankfully. Jimin kept a steady pace, keeping his eyes on Yoongi the whole time. It turned him on so much, seeing the way Yoongi reacted, how his lips fell open when he whimpered at every thrust. Knowing that he made Yoongi feel like this, and that was free to fuck him almost however he liked was super exciting.
He slowed down and leant in close, kissing Yoongi on the neck.
Yoongi hummed, kissing him on the lips instead, arms wrapping around his back loosely. Both of them had been anxious when they started doing this, that they wouldn't know how to make out properly and everything, but it was so natural now.
They changed position, and Yoongi was laying on his stomach instead now. The side of his face was shoved into the pillow, basically, hands grabbing on to it as he was fucked.
It was a little messy, everything. Both of them chasing after something while not knowing if they should hold it much longer. They were definitely loud now, cursing and groaning out sayings.
Yoongi's parents wouldn't be home until way later. The weather would probably slow them down, too. Good, since they wouldn't really appreciate seeing their son getting fucked into the mattress by his friend.
It sort of excited Yoongi, the thought of doing something like this with his parents home. He wondered if Jimin had ever thought about it.
Jimin's hands held tightly onto his hips, leaving marks. He usually ended up looking like a whore after these, for better or for worse. Either way, they were both close now. He wanted to jack off but sadly, his dick was pressed against hos stomach currently.
Somehow, Jimin knew what he wanted and pulled out. Yoongi quickly sat up and they were immediately making out. They reached to jack eachother off, doing so quickly and messily. But it felt so good.
And finally, they came. Jimin first and Yoongi quickly after. They parted to breathe for a moment. Yoongi brought his hand up, putting a finger into his mouth to lick off the cum. Jimin looked at him in disbelief, and then proceeded to do the same. They both grinned,
"We're fucking disgusting" Yoongi breathed.
Jimin grabbed Yoongi's wrist and licked one of his fingers before kissing him,
"good thing nobody can see us.." he said, and pushed him down to kiss him more.
After calming down a little, they laid in eachother's arms, completely quiet. Rain smashed onto the window and roof, it felt really cozy.
It was odd, Yoongi thought. Laying here next to Jimin was the same as it had always been. Jimin still looked about the same, acted the same, smelled the same and everything. This could've been any other day a year ago (minus the embrace), except this one feeling.
He remembered feeling it for the first time when they kissed that night. It was a completely new feeling, that started in his gut and flowed up into his chest. He almost lost his breath sometimes. Right now, it was a calm and warm feeling, a feeling if safety and trust, he assumed. It was great.
Jimin cleared his throat, "should we go clean up..?".
"Yeah..".
They scurried down the stairs, barefoot against the white painted wood. The house felt weirdly hollow during this weather, almost unreal.
Yoongi stopped to peak outside from the porch, and Jimin came up behind him,
"It's really going down.." he said.
Yoongi hummed, "it's probably all warm, weirdly enough".
That was true, Jimin thought. This was one of his favourite weathers. How absurd it was, so much rain and storm, yet it was warm. Summer rain. Yoongi looked back at him, and they smiled. There was a silent agreement.
Quickly, they got their shoes on. And without any jackets, only t-shirts and boxers, they went out.
"Oh shit!.." Jimin exclaimed, the wind was strong.
They hadn't realised how loud it was, either. Felt like God's wrath was brought upon them- or whatever they said at church last sunday. It rained sideways, one could joke, if it hadn't been true.
They were immediately drenched in the rain, yet the water was lukewarm as expected. And sweet, it tasted like something they couldn't explain. Both of them laughed, and shouted nonsense in sheer amazement of it all. It was so dark outside, too. They were all alone in the world here, with the empty house to one side, and endless acres of farmland to the other.
At the edge of the ditch to the fields, they stood. Everything felt like a dream, they thought, or said - there was no difference in the moment. With went hair messily hanging over their foreheads, and white shirts uncomfortably plastered against their skin, they embraced tightly.
The type of tight hug you gave when you bid farewell to someone you love. Neither knew what it was for, only that they needed it.
And surely, a kiss followed. Messy, ugly but amazing, a very wet kiss. They would both remember this to be one of the most romantic moments of their teenage years.