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When Seokjin had woken up this morning a pulled on his new jeans he definitely wasn’t expecting the flight attendant to try drool over his exposed thigh -maybe he was just a little bit- nor was he expecting Namjoon to decide today was the day he was going to become an exhibitionist.When Seokjin had seen the pants on the mannequin in the store he had thought to himself, Damn those pants look really good, I bet they would look better on me. So he bought them like any sane person would who liked the validation of others telling him he looked good on a daily -more like minute to minute- basis. The cashier gave him a little eyebrow wiggle at the purchase, because yeah, they were really nice jeans. Sliding the jeans on this morning he marveled at just how good they were on him. The hugged his ass and thighs in a tight but still comfortable and movable way, there were holes in the knees for air ventilation on a hot day. The really succulent and delectable part that had really caught Seokjins eyes though, was the hole big wide, gaping hole, on the right thigh. It was just high enough that it showed off the meaty part of his thigh, low enough to not let his junk fall out while walking and when he sat down, convenient enough that he had easy access to scratch his balls if the need ever arisen. They were the perfect mix of chic and comfy.In short, they were perfect and looked perfect on him.Their manager called from the front door, telling them it was time to head out. Sling on his backpack, running a hand through his hair before he checked his pockets for his essentials; wallet, passport, and phone.He rolled his luggage to the front door where Jungkook and Hoseok were already waiting. They were chatting about something dance related to the types of movements they were doing at each other. Seokjin wasn’t really sure but it looked like Hoseok was teaching Jungkook some kind of mating dance. Vaguely Seokjin wondered what the dance would attract. Bunnies probably.“Alright everyone, let’s go!” Their manager yelled. Namjoon tumbling down the stairs, luggage in one hand, while the other shuffling through his bag. “Hyung have you-” Namjoon stopped mid-sentence staring at Seokjin, or more specifically his legs.“Have I what Namjoonie?” “Are those new pants.” Seokjin looks down with a shrug. Jungkook makes a noise of excitement before slapping the exposed thigh.“Yah.” Seokjin slapped Jungkook shoulder in retaliation only to be pinched by a wild hand. No, his sensitive thighs. Why had he thought this was a good idea. That little twerp was ruining his perfect jeans with his vicious strong hands.“Nmajoon, you left your passport in the bathroom. Why did you take it in there to begin with?” Yoongi stuffed the passport in Namjoon’s bag before pushing past Seokjin and Jungkook who were slapping each other. Jimin skipped after pulling Jungkook out the door with him. Teahyung and Hoseok were next leaving a huffing Seokjin and Namjoon alone in the doorway.Namjoon was staring, very intently, at Seokjin lower half. Suddenly Seokjin remembered why he had bought the pants. He just knew that he would get a good reaction from Namjoon. His thigh was still throbbing from the abuse it had received early and looking own it was tinged pink. Seokjin was sure it looked even more delectable. Maybe he could to massage the pain away from him, in a totally appropriate, not sexy at all way. Or a sexy way. Yeah, he really wanted it in a sexual way.“Joonie, you ok?” Namjoon head snapped up. Seokjin made sure his voice was just a bit lower, just a tad bit of gruff and seduction.“Yeah. Yeah. Superfine. Let’s go.” Seokjin hides the pout with a chuckle at the rushed words as Namjoon pushed past him, heading to the car. Seokjin didn’t miss the blush on Namjoon cheeks though. That meant he had some effect on Namjoon.The ride to the airport boring, Namjoon got put in the other car which meant Seokjin was left without his normal talking buddy. Not that he didn’t talk to the other members -He loves every member (almost) equally- but he had gotten stuff in the car with Jungkook and Jimin and they talk to themselves more than they did him. It was fine though, He talked to their manager, who complimented him on his jeans. Which was also nice. Sure the managers' comment might have bordered on sexual harassment and was the light tug against his briefs that had poked through -he would have to watch out for that whenever he sat down too- really necessary, no. He didn’t have room to complain though, after all, he was the company’s product. Though he did keep a mental note of it because one day when they were famous he would totally sue his ass. Getting out of the car at the airport was... fun. Yeah, that’s the right word for it. Fans screaming and cheering for them. Flashing from the camera burning his eyes. It was fun. He could hear the screams as he walked past, yelling about him being scandalous in his jeans. They were right, he was. Their managers hand on the middle of his back made him uncomfortable because it was just a bit too low to be considered friendly and with all the previous interaction he had with the man, he knew it was anything but casual. When they made it inside of the airport he shuffled closer to Namjoon, shifting away from the hand. Namjoon seemed to take the hint and threw his arm over Seokjin shoulders, pulling him in. This was much better.“He’s a weird one.” Namjoon motioned his head towards the manager. Seokjin only nodded in reply. Weird was putting it lightly. He had mentioned a few times to the leader about the od actions the manager did towards him. So far nothing had been done about it, the manager hadn’t really done anything bad to him either, just been extra friendly. Seokjin sometimes wondered if he was overthinking their interactions. Maybe it really was nothing.Finally making it onto the plane, Seokjin shoved his bags in the overhead compartment. Shuffling Namjoon bag around to make some more room. Namjoon was already seated by the window which left him with the aisle seat.“Do you need any help with that sir?” The flight attendant -whose name was Kelly from the name tag- smiled politely and Seokjin declines the help just as politely. There was an awkward stare as Seokjin felt her eyes drag down his body and to his exposed leg. He could feel the pressure of her lust filled eyes on him, it was almost as uncomfortable as the managers stare. Namjoon coughed lightly next to them, startling her before Kelly gently pushing past, her hand not so subtle grabbing his thigh as she passed. Seokjin couldn’t help but gap at the contact. Maybe these jeans were too good because his charm seemed to be getting out of hand.“You ok Jin-hyung?”Seokjin just pouted as he plopped down in the seat next to Namjoon. He really had liked these pants, they were the right amount of comfortable too but if they had these kinds of seducing powers they might be too much. They weren’t even seducing Namjoon the way he had wanted them to. He had expected Namjoon to jump at the chance to touch his thigh. He hadn’t. He had stared but that was it. Stupid perfect pants.Seokjin leaned back against his seat, hands fiddling with his phone as he waited for take-off. Namjoon hand was on the armrest between them, fingers dangling over the edge, lightly brushing over Seokjin knee and for the first time that day he welcomes the touch to the exposed leg. Namjoons touch was something he had grown to crave. In the beginning, it was an arm around his shoulders or a hug. Hand holding on good days. It soon escalated to gentle touches exchanged on and off camera, and then to Namjoon grasping his thigh, caressing it sometimes while he talked during interviews or meetings. Just a soft gentle touch, without realizing it Seokjin had grown weak at the touch. He didn’t know how to properly ask for more touch, so he didn’t. He accepted the soft platonic -maybe sometimes hinting at sexual- touches from Namjoon. It seemed to have escalated past that just recently though. They had just finished a photo shoot earlier that day and Namjoon seemed fixated on Seokjins new hair color, it was a light pink. Light pink looked very good on him. Accentuating his features, making him look soft and delicate but still allowed him to hold the right amount of masculinity. Seokjin really likes the color on him. Everyone liked the color on him. Especially Namjoon. Namjoon eyes hadn’t left him the whole shoot. It was nice to have the leaders full attention.When they made it back to the dorm, Namjoon had rested his hand over Seokjin lower back, leaning around to talk to him, his breath brushing against Seokjin cheek they were so close. Namjoon fingertips had tucked themselves under Seokjin shirt, lightly caressing the skin and Namjoon told Seokjin just how good he looked. The next thing Seokjin knew they were making out on his bed, jacking each other off. It was nice. Just the best.They had continued their touches since then, though they had never crossed the line to full-on sex, they had done everything around it. Seokjin might be just a little addicted to Namjoon tongue in his ass. Or his fingers. Or both. Definitely both. Namjoon always seemed to know the right amount of pressure to suck combines with the knowing where to touch to have Seokjin breaking apart into tiny pieces of himself as his body crumbles, consumed by pleasure. Good times. He was sure that he was now almost addicted to the touch. He wanted more, just like before. And just like before, he would be happy with what he got until Namjoon decided he wanted more. Seokjin was more than happy with the touches that he got.Namjoon fingers trail under the lip of fabric on Seokjin pants around the knee, caressing it lightly before circling back out to his exposed knee in nonsensical patterns. The touch was so light, easy and not at all sensual. No one seemed to tell Seokjin dick that though because it was already awaked by the simple touch. How did Namjoon even manage to do that? It’s probably because Seokjin was an addict and even the smallest amounts of the touch could send him off.Kelly came back around once more to check on them before take-off, sneered at the touch, it wasn’t a touch that could be considered anything more than platonic Seokjin was sure. It looked like Namjoons fingers were just hanging limply from the armrest. She still sneered, her hand brushing against Seokjin as she passed again. Seokjin pulled the arm close, getting it away from the aisle before unfolding the blanket -an actual full sized blanket and not those dinky complimentary blankets, those things were much to think- covered himself and Namjoons hand underneath it. Namjoon follows, covering up with his own blanket, pulling it over his shoulder like Seokjin had. Seokjin wished that the blankets were big enough to share but where they were seated in the plane it would make snuggling difficult, plus they were in public.Once they were settled in the air, the lights dimmed and the seatbelt sign went off, Namjoon shifted. Pushing the armrest up and out of the way. He put his book away, storing his bag under the seat in front of him. Slipping his left hand under Seokjins cover to set it on his knee, cupping it. The palm warmed his knee that he hadn’t even realized had gotten chilled because of the cold plane air.“These are some interesting pants.” Namjoon started, his fingers shifting gentle, rubbing the small baby hairs on Seokjin knee. Seokjin dick was back at attention again, although he hadn’t really gone down. It was more like it had rested at partial mass for a bit waiting for the right time to spring back into action. Now seemed to be that time. Namjoons hand fully on his knee definitely sent signals to his brain that something else was going to happen. He had learned real quick in the past month what touches lead to more touching and which ones were platonic.“Yeah, everyone seems to like them.” Seokjin emphasized the ‘everyone’. Namjoons hand squeezed gently before he slipped his hand just a bit more up Seokjin leg onto his thigh, over the fabric between the two holes in jeans to allow his pinky to touch the exposed thigh skin. “Even Manager hyungnim.”Namjoon eyes flared for a second, his hand tightened momentarily before it rubbed over the spot in a soothing manner, as if to say sorry. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier.”Seokjin shrugged. “It’s the pants.”“That’s not an excuse to -” Seokjin a dismissive noise, waving of Namjoon anger.“I’ll fix.”Namjoon was silent after that. Seokjin could feel his contemplative though rolling off him. Sighing at the quiet, Seokjin let his head fall back against the headrest, closing his eyes. His dick still slightly perked at Namjoon hand on his leg but it seemed to understand that it was just a platonic touch. Seokjin wasn’t sure how he misread the touch although maybe it was because of the talk about the manager that changed the outcome of the touch. Maybe he should have not told Namjoon about it. Maybe right now Namjoon touch would be-Seokjin gasp silently, startled as Namjoons hand settled over his thigh. His hand was so warm and soft from the amount of lotion Namjoon used. Not moving his head off the seat rest he cracked an eye open to look at Namjoon. The younger boy was scrolling through his phone with his free hand. Those long fingers started stroked at Seokjin inner thigh, teasing the side delicately. Fuck. His erection seemed to make a screaming comeback.For a couple minutes Seokjin allowed Namjoon to tease his thigh, letting the fingers trial circles closer to the juncture where Seokjin thigh meets his hip. The skin was so sensitive there and Namjoon knew that, dragging his fingers along the crease of the skin before pulling back further away. Seokjin let his body slid further down in the seat, widening his legs to allow easier access for Namjoons hand because yes he was just a little bit of a slut for those long fingers. Seokjin nibbled his lip in a way he hoped was inconspicuous of his current arousal as his mind begged for more but he didn’t voice it because half the fun was seeing who would break first. Who would make the first noise. Who would beg first. Hint, it’s always Seokjin. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to hold out. Drag out the foreplay. It makes the orgasm that much sweeter in the end.This continued, soft and teases touches, Namjoon pretending that he wasn’t doing anything, Seokjin pretending that he didn’t have a raging hard erection under the much too small and deflated complimentary flight pillow until Namjoon knuckle brushes Seokjin dick in a way that was definitely intentional before moving back down his thigh. “Namjoon.” Seokjin turned to glare at his flight buddy. Namjoon just smirked back casually, his fingertips brushing against Seokjin dick again. “Please.” Seokjin, somehow, kept his voice soft. They were still on a full plane and it’s not like he could just outright tell Namjoon to grab his dick but he definitely sent the message with his eyes and he hope and prayed that Namjoon accept the message because if not he was about to make a trip to the bathroom by himself and relieve his problems. “What’s wrong Seokjin.” Seokjin glared harder at the loss of honorifics. Namjoon was a damn tease. Namjoon fingers stocked along Seokjin dick, it was better than the brushes but not by much. Canting his hips to try and push them at his hand only caused a chuckle from Namjoon. Seokjin shifted again but no matter how much he shifted, Namjoon fingers stay just far enough away. The fingertips touches were driving him crazy.“Joonie, please.” His voice comes out in a whine, still whisper quiet as to not disturb any of the other occupants on the plane. Seokjin Gripped the seat underneath him tightly. He could just reach up and do it himself. He could go to the bathroom. He had other options but this one was the best. He wanted Namjoon to touch him. To bring to his completion. Namjoon has started off the teasing, it was his responsibility to finish it. Seokjin couldn’t hold in the small gasp as Namjoon hand finally wrapped around his aching dick. His pants straining, tighten around his hips. They weren’t meant to fit both a hand an erect penis. Seokjin soon forgot about the pain of the pains digging into his hips as Namjoon stroked his member in his strong hands. It felt like velvety against the skin, stroking calmly at a casual pace. Bring him closer to the high he searched for but not enough and definitely not quick enough and it was slowly causing him to lose his mind.Seokjin closed his eyes, fingers digging into the cushion, focusing on the up and down of the warm palm against him bucking lightly went he stroke. He wished they weren’t on the plane, that they were in their apartment. In their room, away from everyone. He wanted to beg and plead Namjoon to hurry up. He wanted to push Namjoon back and take over. He wanted to bring them both to completion as he sucked on Namjoon lips that swelled so nicely when he got too deep into kissing. But he couldn’t. They were on a plane, their manager was sitting in front of them and Yoongi and Hoseok were sitting right across the aisle from them. This was a dangerous situation. They had to be careful. Yet that only seemed to spur Seokjin arousal more. The thought of someone walking up and seeing that Namjoon loving his body in such a way that brought stars to his eyes. He could only imagine the jealousy in their eyes. Fuck it was somehow more arousing knowing that he could have Namjoon and the others couldn’t. Possessive arousal.Namjoon thumb rubbed over the tip and Seokjin head hit his headrest with a soft thump. Licking his lips as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. He might just love these pants if this is the how Namjoon treats him on a flight. Seokjin pried open his eyes his eyes when he felt Namjoon lean close. There was a playful smirk playing across his face and Seokjin felt his other hand sneak under the blanket as well.Namjoon popped open his pants, pulling his erection out front eh confines of the jeans. His other hand cupping over Seokjin thigh, teasing the skin there. Namjoon pointer finger rubs over his hole and his body reflexively twitched at the touch.“You’re so needy.” Namjoons finger dips into the hole teasingly and Seokjin twitches to catch the fingertips as it leaves. Namjoon other hand is still pumping him at a leisurely pace. Precum dribbling out of his dick as it begs for more.“Did you buy those pants to seduce me?” Namjoon nibbled on his ear. Seokjin face was turned panting into the headrest, Namjoon leaning against his other cheek, Seokjin hand grasp at Namjoon shoulder under the blanket. It was an uncomfortable position but it was the best they had at the moment.“do you want me to bend you over.” Namjoon hands found its way back in his pants again - Seokjin wasn’t really sure what they had left- pushing two, now dam fingers into the tight ring. Seokjin groaned arching his hips at the intrusion. The pillow that was once laying over his lap had slid over between Seokjin and the outside armrest, actually serving as a decent barrier. Namjoon nibbled at Seokjin ear and Seokjin could feel him watching the aisle to make sure no one was coming. It was nice that at least Namjoon would make sure they didn’t keep in major trouble.“Want me to fuck you right here.” The fingers pumped at the same leisurely pace as the hand on his cock but alternating. Seokjin felt his stomach muscles tighten.“Want me to spread your cheeks and shove my thick cock into your tight little hole.” Namjoon hands twist just a little at the base adding in friction as it stocks, his fingers curling at the same time to brush his prostate. A groan got in Seokjin throat coming out like a strangled gasp instead.“You like when everyone had their eyes on you.” Seokjin hands reached for Namjoons dick only to have it slapped away. He settles it on Namjoon hip instead, his fingers digging in as Namjoon brushes his prostate.“I need to..” Seokjin tried to make himself whisper, he wasn’t too sure how well it worked.
Namjoons hands continued to devastate his state of mind. His hips thrusting to meet Namjoon hand. He just needed that one thing, that one last touch to tip him over. Namjoon kissed him quickly, shoving his tongue in for a quick perimeter search of Seokjin mouth. Tongue saying a quick greeting before Namjoons wet lips trailed to his ear. His thumb pushing against his perineum stimulating the prostate from the outside while his fingers massaged from the inside. Fire coursed through his veins as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.“Cum.” Seokjin arched off the chair, tasting the copper in his mouth from how hard he was biting his lip, Namjoon hands holding from moving too much. Hand leaving his ass to catch the spunk before it made a mess as his other hand continues to work him through his orgasm. His body felt twitchy and sedated all at once as Namjoon removed his hands, dropping a quick peck to his lips. Namjoon procured a napkin from somewhere and vaguely whipped his hands. Seokjin saw the grimace before Namjoon was nudging his legs to hop over, making his way to the bathroom. Seokjin lay there, in post orgasmic bliss until Namjoon came back, hands freshly washed.“Scoot over.” Namjoon nudged his legs.“Why.” Finally shuffling his pants back up buttoning them as he whined. “Scoot.” Namjoon repeated. Huffing Seokjin moved to the seat by the window and Namjoon plopped into his previous seat. Tucked the blanket, that had fallen in his shifting, back up around his shoulders and moved the pillow back to his lap. Namjoon seemed pleased with himself and his hand slid back under the covers but this tip his clasped their hands together, rubbing his thumb along Seokjin knuckles. Seokjin glanced around checking to see if anyone had noticed them. Everyone was either sleeping or doing something quietly with headphones on. It seemed they were in the clear.“I texted one of our other managers about the situation. He should no longer bother you after this trip.” Seokjin head whip around to face Namjoon. Seokjin wanted to stutter out a response, like ‘you didn’t have to’ or ‘I could have handled it’ but he didn’t instead he just leaned his head on Namjoon shoulder. There was no use fighting it, either way, the guy was dealt with.“Thank you.” He squeezed Namjoon hand. “Hey, Joonie?”“Hmm?”“Do you want my help.” Seokjin looks down at Namjoon crotch, a small tent was still present.“No, not right now.” Namjoon raised an eyebrow, smirking in such a way the promised Seokjin they would be moving on to much better things than just touching later. He couldn’t fucking wait to finally have Namjoon dick inside him. Maybe if he played his cards right he could bend Namjoon over his desk in his studio, let him moan into the mic. Make music together. Seokjin snickered to himself at the thought. He would defiantly make sure that happened.Kelly stopped by once more as the plane got ready for landing, she sneered at the seat change, leaving quickly. It was then Seokjin understood. He pecked Namjoon on the cheek for the consideration. Namjoon was the best sometimes.When the plane finally landed, they were escorted through the airport and the mass of fans waiting for them. They all waved and smiled till they made it to the cars. Once they were settled into the vehicle Yoongi seated to one side of him Jimin to the other, Yoongi leaned over, talking in a hushed voice.“Next time you guys want to jacket each other off, do it in the restroom like the rest of us.”Seokjijn felt his face flush, the tips of his ears burning in embarrassment, and Jimin let out a laugh beside him.“By the way Jin-hyung, nice jeans.” Jimin patted his knee casually, still chuckling before turning back to his phone. Yoongi did the same and Seokjin was left sitting in between them, still embarrassed at being caught. He looked down at his pants, thinking about the plane ride there and the promise of what was to come later and smile. They definitely were the perfect pants.