powerboys | Waiting for your anpanman

"Oh yeah, that was my favourite place to go. Tae hasn't been since he was two though, I used to take the bus when I was a student and go crab hunting. We'd find them, I'd tell him about them then we set them free. They're friends, not food." Namjoon smiled playfully, knowing he sounded like a dork but not afraid to do so. He just grinned and owned it. "Whenever dad upset me, I ran away and that was my happy place. I wanted to take Tae more but... money, you know? It's tight."

And he didn't have the student bus pass any more. He shoved a DVD into the player and scrambled up, staggering over so he could drop onto the couch. "I like ruining your rep." With a playful smile, he held up his hand - still with two fingers casted. "It's too much fun, don't hate me!"

"I'll take you. I want to." He'd just have to make time. It felt strange to even want to do anything outside of work. Yoongi knew he wouldn't be able to make that much time, but perhaps he could combine it. Do some shooting for a music video and take his boyfriend and Tae along. Why not? He wanted to take him back to his happy place.

He leaned a bit closer to Namjoon, indicating his hand. "Your cast looks amazing. Tell me who drew what?" A true work of art.

"That's be so cool, it's been years since I went to the beach but I guess I have less reasons to run away. Got a nice place, got Tae and my friend. Got you now too." And that did make him happy. He turned his head, grinning at Yoongi - he was dating his favourite rapper. How was any of this real?

"The alien is Tae, the little panda is Jiminie and that thing you can't make out? That's Kookie. He said it's a dino but -- I don't even know." It was a small canvas and it mostly looked like s smudge with arms but he appreciated it. "Wanna sign it too?"

"Yeah. Let me!" Yoongi leaned forward to grab a pen off his coffee table and then, inspired by the drawings already on there, he was drawing as well. He finished, not exactly impressed by himself, so he put his signature underneath as well. There, now it was at least worth something. "I drew you an angry chocolate cookie."

Well, that was just kind of how it ended up looking. "This is why I'm a rapper, not an artist."

He eyes his creation critically, then drew a heart as well, for good measure.

"That is one angry cookie. Kookie will giggle." Especially when he told him. He grinned at it and then the little heart made him blush. Oh. Oh no. His favourite rapper was also adorable. He pressed play on the movie and then looked over his cast, grinning a little. "Now everyone who matters the most to me as signed it. I'm such a special boy."

Grinning at Yoongi, he shifted along the couch to be closer to him, their thighs touching just a little bit.

"Thanks for making time for me, yeah? This means a lot."

"Thanks for doing the same. I know you're busy as hell." So much work and the children? Yeah, Yoongi knew he wasn't the only one with a stressful schedule. He leaned into the touch a little and then decided to bravely go for it, shifting close enough for him to rest his head against Namjoon's shoulder. This was nice. He was nervous, which made him tense, but it was still nice. He already knew Namjoon. Namjoon already knew him. This wasn't so bad.

"Sorry if it isn't quite as glamorous as people imagine dating me to be. I'm still working on getting you those diamond shoes."

He raised his arm and comfortably wrapped it around his shoulder, pulling him close so he could make him feel a bit more at ease. He knew he was tense, he didn't blame him - Namjoon was so nervous, his palms kept sweating. "Dude, I don't need that kind of shit. I get sushi and a movie, that's great. And grown up time. No kids, no cartoons, no food everywhere. This is glamorous for me." He leaned forward and, because he could and he liked to do it, he kissed his cheek again. And again. And one more time, just cause.

"You're cute, you know? Everyone thinks you're a bad boy but you're so soft." It was endearing as hell. "Cute."

"I'll still take you shopping eventually. I looked through your youtube channel, teenage you had way too many opinions on style for you to not still care about clothes." Yoongi was just saying. He turned his head to look at Namjoon and because he thought that maybe he'd catch a kiss on his lips yet, but then Namjoon accused him of cuteness and he found himself pouting instead. "Am not."

Probably not helping his case here.

"Oh, I care but I can't afford it and when I can, someone ruins it. It's tragic. When Tae was a baby, he destroyed every last piece of rad designer merch I saved up for." Then again, that was just babies. They puked, they peed and they pooped. Usually on people and their things. He just never expected to be with a baby when he was that young, nor did he get the full responsibility.

"You're pouting adorably. Are so." He stuck out his tongue and then leaned forward, catching the lip and pulling him into their first proper kiss. Exhilarating! He was kissing Agust D!

Yoongi kissed back and then when Namjoon ended the kiss, he just kissed him again. It wasn't the best position, so it only took him a moment to get on Namjoon's lap, facing him for a kiss that wouldn't hurt his neck. Hey, he wasn't the youngest any more.

He was aware that this might be a bit too forward, but hey. They still had food coming, so maybe that would make it seem a little less as if he was about to jump his bones right then and there. Although touching Namjoon's chest was definitely awakening something in him.

"You're so hot."

"I am? Are you sure?" Well. That was a dumb thing to say but he was always baffled by it. He flushed bright red, laughed a little and kissed him back, needy and wanting. He hadn't made out with anyone like this since-- since Tae, actually. He had one boyfriend when he was 15. And it did not go well. He called him a nerd. The worst. Now there was a handsome guy in his lap, kissing him and wanting him.

God, he wanted it so bad too.

"You're my first proper grown up kiss." Was that really a thing to bring up now? He was flushed and breathless, looking at Yoongi with desire. "It's nice. You're... You're very nice."

"Yeah? That's what I'm known for. Very nice guy." Yoongi had to huff out a laugh at that, even if the way Namjoon looked at him right now and the way he looked... It made his mouth go dry and his dick stir and he suddenly really wished that they weren't waiting for food to get here. The realisation that Namjoon was nervous too, somehow it put him more at ease.

"Kissing you is better than any other kiss I've ever had." He leaned forward and quickly ran his tongue around namjoon's lips. "You have amazing lips. So soft. Just the way I imagined."

"I use a lip balm... they chap in the winter." These were some great pick up lines. Why did he suck so much? Huffing a little, he leaned forward and kissed him again, just trying to stop his mouth from saying dumb things. It was nice to kiss Yoongi, he could finally be an adult and do adult things like date and kiss boys. He wanted this for so long.

As they pulled apart, he leaned his forehead against Yoongi's and hell, he had to laugh.

"I'm so excited for food but also I'm so hard in these pants, I really hate that we're gonna have to pause for food... also we missed the start of the movie." Stupid life. All he wanted to do was fuck. "Life is bitch, man."

"Oh yeah... I'll take responsibility, I shouldn't have gotten on top of you." Yoongi laughed and reached up so he could card his fingers through Namjoon's hair, the other hand still on his chest. Damn, he wanted to see him without clothes on. "We should to the thing pervert businessmen do and I'll just eat sushi off your naked body."

Sounded like a great idea for him. "Don't worry about the movie, it'll keep. We'll do this again."

Whether they actually got laid today or not. "Think I'm in for good."

"My body would make a shitty plate, just saying. I'm not very -- it's not the best plating." He laughed nervously and then shrugged, wondering how Yoongi would react to the mess his body was. He was working out lately, trying to get himself in shape so that was something but he had so many scars, marks and little silver shimmers of old wounds that just peppered his body. It was kind of embarrassing.

Yoongi's skin looked so smooth and soft. He couldn't wait to kiss him all over.

"I'm in for good to. Like. I want you so much." Not just for sex, for everything. He wanted to hold his hand, he wanted to go on trips, have him meet Tae, have more dates - definitely have sex. He wanted everything with him. "I want to be with you."

"I think I should be the judge of that." That said Yoongi was already getting a hand under Namjoon's shirt, since he now had a good excuse, slowly pulling it up and leaning down to kiss his stomach, his chest, above his heart. He saw the scars, but luckily he had been prepares, so for not he pretended as if he didn't even notice. They could discuss it again later, if Namjoon wanted to talk. For now he would just show his appreciation.

"You got the kind of body I used to think I wanted to have, until I realised I just wanted a boy with a body like that."

"Seriously? You had some low fitness goals, huh? Jin-hyung is always just on me about working out. It's so hard and I'm so accident proned." He always hurt himself on the equipment or fell over running - it was not worth it. He arched a little into the touch, moaning lightly as his lips down his stomach and his chest. It felt so good, he couldn't help it. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, biting down on his lower lip.

It felt good. To be loved on. It was unique but it was something he wanted. "You really do have hot legs. No wonder girl groups don't want you. Too sexy."

"I swear, saying that was almost as stupid as the stuff I said about underwear." However, only one of the two was making people send him underwear, so he still regretted that one too. Yoongi smiled, shaking his head. "Anyway, it's got nothing to do with working out. You're so tall, broad shoulders, I want to buy you clothes just to see how good you'd look in them and I'm not that into fashion."

He liked dressing nice, but he didn't usually think about other people's clothes much. He didn't usually think about undressing people either, but in Namjoon's case it was difficult to do anything but. Yoongi ran his tongue down his chest, his stomach, just about to go lower still when the door buzzed and he cursed a blue streak before reluctantly getting up.

"Had to wear tight jeans today, didn't I?" What an awful idea. He walked slowly, feeling dumb about it but still reaching down to adjust himself, then he pressed the button to open the door and leaned against the wall there, looking back at Namjoon. "Fuck. I haven't been this horny since teenage years."

"You think you're horny. Holy shit. No one has called me those kinds of -- you are just... dude, you melted my brain." Namjoon whined. He was horny, turned on and his chest was wet and tingly. All he wanted to do was fuck. He flopped on the couch and made a needy noise of annoyance. When food finally came, he watched Yoongi pay with eager eyes, not sure if he was eager about food or Yoongi.

Nah, definitely Yoongi.

"Do you really want to buy me clothes?" Namjoon asked when the door was shut, forcing himself upright and trying to look less flustered. "I dunno what kind of clothes I'd get but I actually really love clothes shopping."

"I want to buy you whatever the hell you want. I have a platinum credit card and a black one, it looks so edgy it's my favourite." Well, he wasn't claiming to be mature here. Yoongi set the food down on the coffee table and, for now, stayed on the further side, facing Namjoon from behind the barrier. Otherwise he wasn't sure how much talking he could do. "All I know is that Jimin and Tae like Gucci. What do you like?"

He finally knelt down and got the food out of the bags, holding a sushi box in his hand and thoughtfully looking at Namjoon, as if considering the idea of eating off him again.

"I dunno, I haven't had brands for so long. Yamamotos were my goal but I always liked Under Armour, Adidas and Nike. Whatever looks good on me, I guess. I used to spend a lot of time thinking about what I'd wear. I mean a lot of time. Especially when I had no money." He leaned his head back and smiled a little, licking his lips and feeling a little brave. Maybe he could open up to Yoongi? Little so far had been taboo or too much. They liked to share and they were open so ... why not be?

"I, uh, I sometimes like to go outside the box a little." Oh yeah, it was a family trait. "You know... girls have got some good designers and stuff." He blushed a little and raised his hand, ruffling his hair. "I'm not a weirdo but you know... like I said. Outside the box. It's the best place to be."

"I do that. Quite a bit of my stuff is for women, actually, sometimes fits better." Yoongi shrugged, not seeing a big deal with that, but he sensed that maybe there was a bit more to it with Namjoon, so he watched him, smiling a little as he finally finished unpacking all the food. He had gotten noodles in addition to the sushi, making sure there'd be enough to fill them up. They might need a second round of food if things went the way he imagined right now.

He pushed a box over to Namjoon's side, watching him. "You'd look good in a skirt, Joon-ah."

"I dunno, I don't have your legs." Namjoon grinned a little, relief washing over him. He had a lot of reasons to be on edge, especially given how much his dad had hated every last bit of him - it was woven in there, he hated so much of himself too. He worried so much about Tae being the same, he really hoped he was young enough to not notice. "I would love to see you in ladies leggings, gotta say. Your legs really are sexy."

Sticking out his tongue playfully, he leaned forward and nabbed some sushi, sitting back and trying to focus outside of just Yoongi. "All of you is. No wonder Jiminie wants to marry you, so handsome. Like a prince."

"Yeah? I don't have leggings, I just have all those jeans with holes in them." Yoongi grinned. "Anything for my fans." He was pretty sure he might have more jeans with holes than without at this point, especially with his stylist approving of the choice. But if Namjoon liked his legs too, he wasn't complaining. He ate a piece of sushi, tilting his head to the side.

"Like a prince? I thought I'd be too much of a D-boy for that." Not that he was complaining. Namjoon could call him any compliment he wanted to. "You'd look like a model in the right clothes. And this sushi would taste way better off of you."

"Me? Yeah, right. I don't have that whole model vibe. Jin and Hobi do. Not just saying that cause they're my friends, they just really do." They had a whole vibe going for them, it was pretty cool. With an amused smile, he turned his head and grinned at Yoongi. "You flatter me. And you really want to eat off me, huh?"

Namjoon had to laugh, it was kind of funny. With a playful smirk, he did something he really never thought he'd do. He pulled his shirt up and over his head - then instantly regretted it. Oh shit. He was shirtless on a guys couch.

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