Work Text:
- Three... And four.
Dainty hands of his therapist circled around his waist and despite looking so delicate there was quite a bit of strength within, the amount you won't expect in such a lithe body. That made him not only great emotional support but physical too. He fit perfectly for this job.
But the recovering man wondered, would he get to know if he fitted just as well by his side?
Yoongi has been pulling through the mobility practices, exercises to strengthen his muscles and sitting through painful massages for a while now.
To think healing might be just as painful as the injury? Yoongi could tell all about it now that he's tasted it.
Going to physical therapy for his newly healed leg that was broken just several months ago was excruciatingly painful. Some days he felt like he was pulling through on his will alone. And being who he was, well, he probably had too much of it. Though the retired general also had some extra stimulus to grit his teeth and keep going, feeling just a tinge better every step.
It started the very first day he went to the recovery centre and met his physical therapist - Park Jimin. He would never admit it to anyone in this world but the moment he saw him his breath hitched. His very first thought was "what was he doing here? He belongs to heavens, no less".
Pretty and smiling young man was standing next to the administrator who was introducing them to each other. He had a pristine clean uniform on, the standard one most likely, which yet didn't hide the curved lines of his figure. The therapist was excited and eager to start their very first day and Yoongi for the life of him couldn't take his eyes off that beautiful face, those cute bangs and those plump luscious lips.
Did he have immediate thoughts of kissing them? Of course he did. He, with slight tint of guilt, imagined them getting steamy after their sessions. Imagined his arms lifting that body and pressing it to the wall and tasting the skin of that swan like neck, marking it up with his teeth prettily. He imagined his big hands on those hips, drawing them in closer, coaxing sweet moans out of him.
He hasn't been with anyone for ages. He got so lost in his self imagined film, he didn't realise he kept staring at the person in question all this time.
Jimin noticed he was being thoroughly looked at. He saw the older man looking at his lips and licked them without thinking. And blushed profusely because the other's eyes widened, trained on his tongue. They haven't spoken a single meaningful word to each other and yet, he was already impressed by him. And affected in the way he probably shouldn't, at least not right this moment.
He loved older men, especially those that were oozing confidence like general Min. They had perfect age and body size dizzerence and Jimin almost squealed from how many inappropriate images attacked his brain that very second. He had to concentrate on his job before Min noticed his obvious drooling.
- Yoongi-ssi? - he successfully drew his attention away from his lips for now, - Let me show you around, where we will be exercising and doing all sorts of things to help you get better as soon as possible.
- I feel very hopeful, - Min responded and if Jimin heard some teasing in that voice as the response to his words, he chose to think about it later.
The therapist was chirping excitedly while telling about the centre, about the rough plan he already had for him and that soft voice was so soothing, it may have pacified him a little. He wanted the distraction from pain and it seemed like he has just found the perfect one.
Since that day his road to full recovery started. Mostly they would go through evaluations and exercises on their own, except the time when a doctor would come in for consultation or a nurse would be around, preparing a place for another patient. In the presence of other people Yoongi's posture would straighten like he was in front of his soldiers, his face would show not a single sign of discomfort. He would be that general Min everyone respected and maybe feared a little. That's how it went day to day. Until two weeks of polite back and forth the ice broke because the therapist decided to do something about the general's stoic manner of behavior.
He started with the praise. He would tell him compliments more often and they went past the borders of the rehabilitation Yoongi was doing. Then came the touches. Small, fleeting. Unsure at first, they became more confident day by day.
Yoongi would still keep his tough demeanor in front of others. But the moment there would be just him and his lovely therapist left in the room his shoulders would slump. The corners of his lips would turn downwards and his head would hang just a little lower. The pain that was making him frown would overwhelm and frustrate him. He wasn't used to being so vulnerable.
Jimin was so understanding. He would come close to him and rub his slumped shoulders, praising him for his progress no matter how big or small it was. He would slide his warm palm along his spine and he would adjust it into a position it should be. He would put his two fingers under his chin and lift it up, playfully, with a shy smile on his face. And praise, praise him for every step that he took towards being healthier.
- Is there any chance I will walk without a cane? - he asked the therapist during one of their breaks.
- It all depends on your progress. And comfort. But you should know that you'd look really good with a stylish one. Maybe black and silver..? - Jimin smiled, tracing his lower lip thoughtfully.
- Are you kidding me? An old man with a fancy cane? I'm going to look ridiculous. I'll never leave my house.
- You just don't understand, - Jimin huffed, - a man in his forties...
- Fifties.
- Not much difference. A man of a fine age, looking like you and dressed stylishly? It's a treat.
- A treat...
- Yes, you are. Just imagine...
He tried to listen to the young therapist carefully, diligently imagining everything he was describing. He tried to will himself not to blush just because a gorgeous man called him a treat. And that he was gushing about men his age.
But the retired general has to learn already. Some things just happen, unwillingly, naturally. And it's a wonderful thing.
Some things though come as a total surprise.
One of those surprises was meeting Jimin's mother - a pleasant lady with a kind warm smile that mirrored Jimin's. She knocked on the door before peeking inside and grinning widely.
- Ohh, you're busy, I'm sorry! I'll wait for your break, darling! - she whisper shouted.
- Who is that? - Yoongi wondered.
- It's my mum. If you could give us a minute... I don't want to keep her waiting, - Jimin stood up and was going to leave but was stopped by a big hand on his elbow.
- Hey, she can come in. I don't mind.
Watching the therapist rapidly walking to the door and inviting his mother in, he was pleased with himself. Jimin and him got very close and often talked about their lives outside the centre. They've already built some plans and that made him all fuzzy inside, like he was younger again where everything was seen more vividly and tasted more intensely. And the catalyst for all those reactions was one and only Park Jimin.
- You shouldn't forget it. Ah, what do you eat when I'm not in town? You need to watch your insulin, darling. You're a medic after all!
Jimin was listening to this lecture with pink cheeks and a pleased smile on his face. It was so nice to be cared for.
- You know what they say, ma, a shoemaker with no shoes, - he shrugged his shoulders. - I'll be watching my food more carefully, I promise to try.
They hugged and then his mother noticed Yoongi sitting on a bench, watching them with a smile of his own. As if being entranced with Jimin wasn't enough, now he's going to love every member of his family. He was internally ready for that.
- And who is this handsome gentleman? - she asked coquettishly.
- Mum! This is my patient, general Min. And don't, he's... Mm... Potentially taken, okay?
- Oh. Oh! I should go. So many things to do, - she urged her son once again and left abruptly with a wink and a smirk glued to her face.
After a quiet pose Yoongi cleared his throat. He said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible:
- So... Potentially taken? - he raised and lowered his eyebrows playfully several times and left Jimin hiding behind his palms.
- Stop! Let's have a go at this exercise one more time instead?
The rose hue that covered Jimin's cheeks and even his nose was so pretty. He's never seen anything more adorable. But that was before that marvelous view got combined with the most sinful sweet sounds he remembers hearing.
Jimin was on the phone while Yoongi walked the last round, holding on to the rails. He finished, wiping the sweat off his forehead when the younger ended the call.
- You're done! Go sit over there, today I'll give you the massage after training. They messed up the schedule and won't be coming today.
- If I knew you could do it all along I'd ask you every time, - the general groaned.
- I won't go easy on you just because I'm a little soft for you, - Jimin warned with a finger raised in the air.
- Just a little? - Yoongi teased back.
He loved their playful way of talking. Jimin was a pleasant person to talk to as well as being a professional. When those dainty fingers covered in oil dug into his muscles he groaned out loud. He didn't hold back the sounds throughout the session and Jimin was getting progressively redder and redder in the face.
- Hyungnim, the sounds you make...
- Yeah, what about them?
- They're borderline inappropriate, do you realise?
- Mhm, your fingers just feel so good. I can't help myself, - he shrugged with no regret in his tone.
- Are you aware it all looks like a beginning of a bad porno?
Yoongi spluttered. Jimin was bold like that. Perfect. A healthy amount of lewd and shy.
- Do we have to necessarily make it a bad porno?
- Not at all, - he breathed out so close to Yoongi's mouth.
Lips met lips in a slow open mouthed kiss. Swift fingers pulled his boxers down enough to take his cock out, hard and thick. He had to interrupt the press of lips to have a look at it himself.
- Wow, - he whispered, - We should compare.
- What? Ah! Jiminie, - Yoongi squirmed in place while the younger dropped everything he was wearing on the bottom and carefully climbed the massage table, sitting on Yoongi's thighs where he knew he won't hurt him.
Cool oil was poured on both their hard cocks, not much different from each other in girth. Jimin asked the general to lean back and relax. He worked both his hands all over their lengths, quietly moaning, so sultry, as if he was melting from a wet slide of his dick along the elder's.
Yoongi thought his legs turned into jelly by the time they both came. It was overwhelming, the emotional and physical aspects diffusing into one another, mixing together like both of their tastes mingling in each other's mouths.
When his leg started getting better it was time for Yoongi to slowly start going outside.
They began with a nearby cafe and despite some steps and a lengthy crossing, the general nailed that task. The pleasant bonus was to sit at the table in the corner and feed Jimin a specially ordered lunch suitable for his nutrition plan.
Next assignment was a walk in the park. Yoongi took breaks, used the cane all the while eyeing it like it was enemy, and showed great results during evaluation. He walked slowly, with Jimin hanging off his elbow who jokingly called himself trophy wife and eye candy, making Yoongi chuckle at his antics.
- You know what next logical step is, right? - he asked, getting inside Jimin's car without any help.
- What is it?
- Meeting all your family, especially your mom again.
- What? Why? - he whined but his eyes were all but glowing.
- So I can ask her permission to court you, - the general replied simply as if he didn't just light a fire inside the younger's chest.
Epilogue.
- You shouldn't move much. I'll be checking on you once a week. - Jimin said, ticking the boxes snd leaving Yoongi the copy of the documents.
- Just once a week?
- As your therapist, yes.
- What about as my boyfriend? - he said in pout with whining notes to his voice.
- As your boyfriend... I think we're late for the personal check up already. - Jimin smiled devilishly and moved towards the bed where the general was sitting, taking off his uniform.
- Could you, by any chance, keep the top on your shoulders? Yeah, like that.
- What a demanding patient. - the therapist tsked, - Okay. Time to evaluate how much of me that cock of yours can handle.
Yoongi's lube slicked fingers went around Jimin's body, who was carefully perched on his lap. He teased the tight entrance and prodded at it in slow motions. Ever so gently Yoongi prepped him for his girth, getting almost four of the digits inside. He was so thorough and unhurried, Jimin almost came from those purposeful stretching touches.
When he slid down Yoongi's cock he exhaled in relief. He was impossibly full and it took him a little while to adjust. The elder ran soothing hands all over his damp back and soon Jimin started moving. With sweetest moans and grunts he was bouncing on that cock, going up and down with obscene wet sounds. He was showered in compliments, in touches all over his body, graced by the bruising hold on his hips.
Yoongi couldn't resist doing what he wanted for so long already. He marked the beautiful man up, claiming him as his, his to take, his to cherish, his to love.