Thread by @VicariouslyYN

A short #YoonKookAU where JK jokingly texts the group chat saying, "Ahhh, I'm so tired, I wish someone could just bathe me so I don't have to."

He clicked his phone off before sinking into the tub with a candle on the vanity glimmering softly.

He's laid back, ears below the surface of the water, totally relaxed to the deep hum that resonates through the house. The only sound is the high-pitched *plap* of the faucet dripping residual water into the bath, ripples tickling his skin where it meets the surface.

So it's with utter shock that he gasps and jerks forward, feeling a hand dip into the water with a deep *sploosh-thunk*.

A warm palm covers his eyes before he can see who is here with him, protecting his face as water cascades down the crown of his head.

It's followed by another, then another, then another. By the time he feels the cool air hitting his head, the hands move away briefly.

He finally gets to look at whose hands are washing his hair.

"YG-Hyung?"

"Hey kid"

"What are you doing here?"

"You wanted to be washed..."

YG's tone was warm, if final. Like it was the most obvious answer to the silliest question in the universe.

"Ah" is all JK can say in response, feeling quite small as he watches YG lather shampoo between his broad hands, bringing it up to run through his hair.

Long fingers spread around his skull, a firm pointed pressure all over, massaging the shampoo in from root to tip. He sighs, body sagging deeper into the water as it relaxes so much more than before.

One hand quickly cradles him behind the neck while the other continues.

YG tips his head backwards, pouring water carefully and alternating with fingers to ensure it all is washed out. Once he finishes, he repeats it all with conditioner before grabbing a wash cloth draped behind the tub and lathering it heavily with soap.

He holds JK's arm by the wrist, scubbing beneath his nails, around his fingers, up and around his wrist. The cloth moves in small but firm circles as it scrubs up towards his shoulder, re-sudsing periodically. His shoulders are massaged softly with both hands pressing.

It's unintentional, surely, as YG is just holding his body still with one hand and washing with the other. But it has JK moaning in peace, whole body feeling content and warm.

YG's hands never falter, making their way across to his other arm and then back, to his chest.

YG cradles an arm around his neck to pull him forward, cleaning his back, then his sides, finally landing on his belly.

JK watches, intently, cheeks flushed in equal parts from embarrassment and the heat of the water as he realizes he's half-hard beneath the bubbles.

To his surprise, YG stops at his belly button before shifting on his knees to lift a leg out of the water. His fingers are strong, sure, and careful as they hold his muscled limb up & wash everywhere.

JK has to tense his leg to keep from kicking as the cloth traverses his toes.

A shiver wracks his body when YG finally finishes and moves on to his calves, easily spreading his legs to the side of the tub to wash his thighs next.

It's only then that YG finally pauses, looking up to meet JK's gaze.

"Everywhere?"

"Hmm? Oh, um... ah you don't have t-"

YG frowns at him, pinching his lips. "Were you gonna?"

"Well... Yeah, I was, so... I can do it Hyung it's okay."

He gets a grunt in response, YG turning to lather the cloth again, lowering it into the water slowly until he finds his goal.

JK's half-chub twitches immediately at the contact, blood rushing down his body and through his ears as it races to react.

As YG continues to wash, one hand gently holding his now fully hard cock aside to reach his balls, JK groans and tries to clamp his legs shut.

"A-ah, Hyung-"

"Mm?" YG looks up at him, resting his forearms on the edge of the tub. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just... the cloth... It's um..."

YG's smile is soft and fond as he looks back at him, then down at the cloth. "It's...?"

"Rough... H-hurts a little, Hyung... But I can-"

YG grunts again, laying the cloth half-folded over the faucet before lathering his hands generously with soap. Then he dunks them again, gently caressing JK's now-throbbing cock and soft, warm balls. He's overly gentle, thumbs rubbing all over, wrists twisting around.

If not for the almost clinical approach, JK might think YG was trying to give him a hand job. Just as he thinks the thought, cock twitching, YG briefly retreats one hand to grab more soap. When it returns, the pad of a finger is carefully tracing the crack of his ass.

JK gasps at the contact, hips bucking involuntarily, ass accidentally trapping YG's finger right by his hole.

"S-sorry Hyung... I'm... ah... sensitive." He hides his face behind his arms, feeling how flaming hot it is. YG just chuckles, pushing his hips down and continuing.

JK's eyes are squeezed shut, tightly, as he fights his body's urge to bow into YG's soft touch, finger slick with soap. YG finally pulls away, job clearly done and JK holds his breath. It's obvious he's aroused now, all from his kind Hyung helping wash him when he's sleepy.

How much more embarrassing could he be, really?

He's made up his mind to quickly jerk off once YG leaves and just never mention this moment ever again...

Until he feels warm hands trailing down his thighs again.

"Ong?" JK peeks around an arm, letting the other fall slowly.

YG is staring at his face, taking in his expressions, a cocky smirk tilting his pretty lips upward at an angle.

"Hyung..." He whispers.

"Hey, you. Feeling good, mm?"

JK swallows, nodding his head shyly.

"Dirty boy, aren't you?"

JK nods again, face immeasurably hot and voice failing him completely.

"Mm, I thought so. Hyung should finish cleaning you up then, hmm?"

Chest heaving softly, JK whispers, "Please"

"Polite boy... Lean back, relax. Let Hyung clean."

JK quickly throws his head and shoulders back, water sloshing in his eagerness. YG just chuckles, letting one hand squeeze at his chest while the other shifts to spread his legs at the thighs.

YG's fingers are firm as they knead at his flesh, shifting around and down.

JK can't stop the low moan that rumbles out the second YG's hands grip his cock, squeezing gently. He shivers, body sinking lower in the luke-warm water as he spreads his legs further. YG hums, lowering his spare hand deeper until his finger traces JK's hole again.

JK keens when he feels the blunt pressure ease up, finger sliding slowly into him while YG's other hand slowly strokes his cock. It's not enough to finish, but fuck if it doesn't feel /exquisite/.

His body feels hot, hotter still as YG curls his finger, beckoning at his orgasm.

"H-h-hyungg" He hisses, head falling back as he rocks onto YG's finger.

YG rewards him with steady pressure, rubbing against him from the inside out, thumb tracing the sensitive glans of his cock.

"Nnng" JK whines, water sloshing his thighs as he bucks into YG's hand.

"That's it, Hyung's got you... Just a little more and you'll be nice and clean, hmm?"

JK opens his eyes, meeting YG's own as his orgasm climbs closer and closer. He's breathless, while YG looks composed everywhere but his eyes. His eyes are dark, heavy with arousal.

When YG licks his lips, JK's eyes follow the motion, mirroring it with his own. Knowing his Hyung is just as affected as he is has him riding harder, water loudly splashing around.

He holds a hand out, grasping YG's strong forearm where it flexes still into his hole.

"Hyung" JK warns softly, feeling the coil in his belly squeeze tight, tight, tight.

"Go on, then."

JK whines softly, grunting, biting his lip. He keeps his eyes on YG's face, watching his calm Hyung's breathing grow erratic, muscles bulging all over at his pace.

"Hyung... hyung... nnng hyunggg"

JK's eyes briefly drift shut on their own. He realizes it and jerks them open just in time to see YG's head dipping momentarily. YG's back is softly arching and JK realizes after a moment he's fucking his hips forward in time with his hands.

He watches, thrusting up, hand still clamped on YG's arm and imagines he's fucking him instead of his fingers.

It only takes a few seconds of that image, before JK's cock tenses hard. With several overwhelming pulses, he empties into the tub water, head falling back with a thud.

YG groans a moment later, head falling forward, hands dripping off the edge of the tub.

JK slips fingers through YG's hair, grabbing the hat he was wearing and plopping it on his own wet head.

"Yah! Brat, now it's wet."

"Mm." JK giggles, hiding his face with the brim.

YG flicks at it with a finger before standing, drying his hands, and leaving the bathroom.

JK lingers in the now-cold water a bit longer, re-washing himself with the cloth quickly, before exiting in a robe.

His apartment is totally empty. No sign of YG.

If he wasn't still wearing YG's hat on his head he'd honestly think he imagined the whole thing.

At least, until he finally trudges into his bedroom and finds his Hyung face-down on his bed, soiled pants and boxers on the floor.

JK grins when he notices YG in his own CK briefs.

He grabs the dirty clothes, pads into the laundry room to toss them in with his own clothes, then carefully lays down diagonally on his bed beside YG, draping a blanket over the both of them.

Not the usual position, but who cares. Bed is bed, right?

-The End-