Against the Script

Chapter Twenty-Three: Platonic Intimacy

"Come on, my baby omega," crooned Jimin into the younger one's gasping lips. "Show me your bed."

Jungkook nodded, face hungry, and they went inside.

Jungkook started to shed his clothes as soon as he walked into his door, clothes falling from his fingers along the floor as he walked, leaving a trail of textiles behind him. Jimin watched him, amused, but stopped him from pulling down his boxers..

"I'm going to show you what you could do with a friend, remember Jungkook-ah?" It was bad enough with the omega being this naked; his boxers were soaked from slick from the last heat wave. Jimin gulped as he followed Jungkook into the bedroom where the younger man collapsed on the bed with a whine, curling into a ball.

"Make me a nest," Jungkook whined. "And take off your clothes..." Jungkook bit his lip and uncurled, sat up all of a sudden. "Jimin, I want to fuck, I just want to." His face was flushed suddenly and his scent elevated.

"Jungkook-ah, I'm going to help you without sex, okay? Trust me. Lay on the bed face down."

Jungkook stared at Jimin with wide open eyes and gulped and laid on the bed.

"I'm not gonna fuck you, Jungkook-ah." Jimin chuckled, but he did take off his own shirt and climb on the bed next to the hormonal omega. "But I can show you something else that feels good that you could do with anyone, okay?" He climbed on Jungkook's back, sitting on his round, muscular ass... Jimin was hard, but tried not to press his dick into Jungkook's ass, tried to repress the urge to put a sexual tone on the situation.

Instead, he took olive oil and rubbed his hands and then started to rub Jungkook's shoulders. Jungkook groaned and relaxed under Jimin's cool hands. Jimin rubbed oil up his neck, making small circles on both sides of his neck with the palms of his fingers. He rubbed the oil down, along either side of Jungkook's spine with his fingertips and Jungkook moaned.

At the same time Jimin was hit with memories, painful memories.... He shook his head and tried to focus on the sweet moment he was in, to escape those moments of fear... He shoved it down.  You are safe, Jungkookie is safe, everything is okay.  He rested his cheek against Jungkook's back and breathed deeply for a second, trying to ground himself.  He was called back to the moment as Jungkook's skin flushed hot under his cheek.

Jimin hoped he could comfort the hormonal omega in the ways he had planned.

Jungkook:

Jimin sat on his back, straddling him, with his hands slick with oil and making large circles on tight muscles. Jungkook relaxed, sinking into the bed, and though he still desired Jimin, the waves didn't intensify into that desperate pain. Jimin's touch soothed him in a different way, and he sighed with pleasure.

Jimin started to work down his body now... massaging sore kidneys and adrenals in his lower back, slipping inside his boxers to massage his ass. Jimin's fingers squeezed deep, close to his opening, wet with slick, and Jungkook moaned uncontrollably, just wanting Jimin inside him... but Jimin kept massaging... at his thighs, one leg and then the other, at his calves, working sweet olive oil into every part of Jungkook's skin.

He sighed, and eventually, the waves calmed down and he wasn't as hot.

Eventually, Jimin laid on his back, lips at his ear.

"How are you feeling, love? I could make you a nest? We could snuggle and watch TV? I could make you food?"

Everything sounded good except eating, and Jungkook smiled into the bed, mind flashing with these future moments.

"Make a nest on the couch and snuggle with me while we watch a movie," he whispered.

Jimin rolled off his back and lay on the bed next to him, also face down, but looking into Jungkook's eyes. He slung his leg over Jungkook's and laid his head on his crossed arms.

Jungkook looked at his face, somehow looking so different here in his bed than the movie star, than the sexy confident alpha. This Jimin was sexy, of course. But he was vulnerable, and sweet, and caring. And often, insecure, or even... self-loathing. He looked in Jungkook's eyes now silently, both guys face down on the bed, wiggling their crossed legs back and forth slightly, the means of communication between them.

"How do you know how to do that?" Jungkook asked.

Jimin's face looked shocked somehow, and he blushed and swallowed. "I...my sister taught me, taught me to do it for my Mom." Jimin swallowed, stopped there. Jungkook watched his face, wondering what more he wasn't saying. Jimin looked more vulnerable than ever and a deep shuddering feeling rose up inside Jungkook.

I love him. It welled up inside him now as a lingering wave of heat passed through him. Almost unconsciously, he had turned and drawn Jimin's body toward him, thumbs looping into Jimin's belt loops on the ripped denim jeans and pulling the alpha close... Suddenly, both their scents were elevated and Jungkook was licking his lips and pressing them hungrily to Jimin's, who melted into him, responding eagerly... before pulling back, bringing a gasping hand to his mouth.

"Jungkook-ah, come on," Jimin gasped. He jumped out of the bed and threw clean underwear and sweats at the writer. "Get dressed and..." Jimin grabbed the pillows and comforter from Jungkook's bed and dragged them out to the couch, "...I will make a nest for you on the couch and we can snuggle. Okay, baby?"

Jungkook's heart felt like it was being ripped apart to have Jimin jump out of his arms, but he nodded.

When he came out a minute later, Jimin had made a huge snuggly nest and immediately bundled Jungkook inside and curled up in it with him. Jungkook teased him with nimble reaching fingers at his beltline and up his shirt, but he let Jimin keep it pretty platonic, as the alpha was intent to show him how he could get through a heat with a platonic friend.

And... Jungkook realized, remembering part of their conversation from before, sometime soon he is going to leave you with Yoongi or Jaenam to go fuck someone, so he wants to make sure you can do it platonically, right?

He smirked, thinking of how Jimin had been jealous of him kissing Jaenam. Hypocritical little shit, he thought, fondly, and kissed Jimin on the temple, and held him close, and they watched the romantic comedy that Jimin had picked. And when the waves came and burned his skin, Jimin's weight was there, and his hand, holding Jungkook's; and the waves felt more like a deep pleasure, a flushing love, and Jungkook was happily surprised to find that Jimin was right. He didn't need sex...

I have love, he thought, as Jimin flashed his smile at him and squeezed his hand. Jungkook smiled a slow smile, and felt happier than he had ever been. 

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Author Note:

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I thought that was a good spot to end for our hiatus on this story!!   

I completely promise that I will be back in TWO WEEKS with the second half of this story!!  Which will firstly include so many fun chapters of Jungkookie in heat!!!

Look for the next update on November 22nd!  Hahahah  I know so specific but literally guys that's how much planning ahead I'm doing, haaaa.

And in the meantime please read my short story "The Jimin Effect", which is another first time story (this time with younger virgin Jimin and older Jungkook), it will help the torturous slow burn that Against the Script has been.   

Starting posting daily chapters of this story with chapter one tomorrow!!

BORAHAE LOVELY READERS, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR LOVE OF THIS STORY! 

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