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Assistant: Title: Papi
        Author: Books_and_Peonies Books_and_Peonies 
        Chapter: 1/2 
        Summary: When two bored, straight college roommates decide to call phone s@x operator, Papi, as a joke, Papi guides them through the best way two friends can help each other "relax."
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Stretching his neck out, Taehyung walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of beer from the refrigerator.  Handing a bottle to his roommate, Jungkook, he said, “So f@ck@ng annoyed that my stuff hasn’t arrived yet.”Sitting on a stool at the counter, Jungkook opened the bottle of beer and took a long swig.  “Sorry, man, that sucks.  You can borrow clothes or whatever until your things get here.”Jungkook turned on his stool as Taehyung walked out of the kitchen and into the living room that was bare except for a couch and coffee table, moving boxes against the walls.  Slumping onto the couch, Taehyung sighed heavily before taking a long drink from the bottle he held.“Thanks,” Taehyung murmured, head leaned back against the couch and eyes closed.  The setting sun filled the room in a dimming warmth and cast parts of Taehyung’s face in shadows. Standing, Jungkook sank onto the couch on the opposite end, the neck of the bottle of beer between two fingers.  “Least I can do after you helped me get my room set up.”Eyes still closed, Taehyung mumbled, “You’re not getting out of helping me with mine, whenever my sh@t gets here.”  With a groan, Taehyung lifted his head and opened his eyes, warm in the fading light of dusk.  “I think we’re the first ones back to school, aren’t we?”“Yeah, I think next weekend is the move in day for the dorms,” Jungkook replied absentmindedly as he @ssessed which wall the television should go…when they cobbled together enough money for a television.  “F@ck, this place is boring.  Do you wanna go down to the pub?”“Nah,” Taehyung said.  “I’m already in my pajamas and way too tired to deal with a bunch of idiots.  But if you want to—”Shaking his head as he took another drink, Jungkook said when he lowered the bottle, “I don’t really.”Taehyung dug through a box by his feet, bottle held between his knees.  “Do you have a pack of cards or—sh@t, what kind of newspaper are you reading?”Humming in question, Jungkook turned his attention to the crumbled-up sheet of newspaper that Taehyung was smoothing out.  He leaned over to read the quarter page ad that Taehyung pointed at.It was a black and white photo that only showed a man’s bare torso, from his neck to his hipbones.  Deeply muscled shoulders and chest gave way to a narrow, firm waist, miles of skin only broken by the man’s hard nipples.  Along the bottom were three lines of text.PapiWhere fantasies become reality888-789-3214“Seriously,” Taehyung said, his voice laced with humor.  “What are you reading?”Arching an eyebrow, Jungkook sat back and brought the bottle to his lips.  “It’s probably just that underground newspaper they give out for free.”“Which means you took it,” Taehyung said with a mischievous smile.  Before Jungkook could retort, Taehyung stared down at the advertisement and said, “We should call.”Nearly choking on his beer, Jungkook sputtered, “What?!”Nodding, Taehyung finished his beer with a long drink and set the bottle on the coffee table before fishing in the pocket of his pajama pants.  “Yeah, let’s see what fantasy this guy can make a reality.”Laughter bubbled in his chest, coloring his voice when Jungkook said, “You can’t be serious, Tae.  We’re not gay and this guy…obviously is.”Taehyung looked over at him with a smirk as he said, “Scared, Kookie?”He wasn’t scared of anything and a scowl formed on his face.  “Of course not.  That’s ridiculous.”“Okay then…”  Taehyung typed the number on his cell phone and then held his phone out towards Jungkook.  “If you’re not scared, press send.”It wasn’t until he hit the send button that his heart began to race.  Taehyung giggled as he scooted towards the middle of their couch and Jungkook did the same until their shoulders brushed.  As the phone rang, Jungkook finished off his beer and leaned forward to put the empty bottle on the coffee table.On the third ring after Taehyung typed in his credit card number, the call was picked up.  A low, dark voice said, “What’s up, stallion?”A tingle ran through his body just as Taehyung’s breath hitched.  There was a long, silent pause before Taehyung elbowed him, quietly thrusting the phone towards him.  But instead of speaking, Jungkook shoved the phone away, certain that Taehyung would just hang up.Apparently, Taehyung was going to see this through because, after shooting Jungkook a glare, he turned back to the phone and said, “H-hi.”“Hey, there, baby boy,” the man said, his voice velvety smooth.  “Can I call you baby boy?”Eyes darting to meet his, Taehyung cleared his throat and said, “Um, yeah, sure.  What should we call you?”There was a beat and then the man asked, “We?”Thrusting the phone over, Taehyung raised both eyebrows expectantly.  Quickly, Jungkook said, “Uh, hi.  I’m here with…baby boy.”The man hummed, halting the silent gestures that they were wildly making at each other.  “Ah, little one, are you with baby boy?”Jungkook wasn’t little by any means, but the endearment still made his belly warm all the same.  “Umm, no, we’re just friends…”  His voice trailed off as he grasped for what he was supposed to call the man on the other end of the line.As though realizing the same, the man said, “You can call me Papi, little one.  Tell me what you’re up to.”Swallowing hard, Jungkook blurted out, “We just moved into our apartment.”Taehyung’s now perpetually raised brows lifted even higher as his eyes widened and he frantically gestured something that made no sense to Jungkook.  They should just hang up, find that deck of cards—“That sounds like a lot of hard work,” Papi said.  His voice was unrushed, low, slow, and twisted something in his belly.  “Are you looking to relax a bit?”Shoulders dropping with Papi’s words, Taehyung breathed, “Yes, we just need to relax a bit.”Taehyung set the phone on the coffee table as Papi hummed softly.  “Tell me what little one is wearing.”Eyes drifting to him, Taehyung said, “He’s wearing a t-shirt and shorts.”Expecting to be asked to describe what Taehyung was wearing, Jungkook was taken aback when Papi instead asked, “And how does he look in his t-shirt and shorts, baby boy?”His cheeks warmed at Taehyung’s perusal of him, suddenly very away of the black shirt that was two sizes two big and wished he’d chosen the fitted white shirt to wear instead.  Which was ridiculous.“He…”  Taehyung swallowed hard before saying, “He looks cute.  He always wears clothes that are too big even though he has a perfect body.”Jungkook swallowed the gasp that threatened at Taehyung’s words.  He worked out a lot and was happy with his body…but he’d had no idea that Taehyung thought anything of it.Papi interrupted his spiraling thoughts as he said, “Little one, tell me what baby boy is wearing.”There was something about the way Papi phrased his sentences, how the words rolled off his tongue that made them gentle promises and soft demands.  Jungkook @ssessed what Taehyung wore, trying to figure out what Papi would want to know.“He’s wearing pajama pants and a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up.”  And for some reason that he couldn’t begin to explain, Jungkook added, “His skin is glowing even though the sun is setting.”Taehyung’s full lips parted with a gasp and then his eyes darted around the room as Papi spoke.  “Thank you, little one.  I wanted a visual of who I was talking to and that was perfect.”Something akin to pride bloomed in his chest at Papi’s words and it gave Jungkook the courage to ask a question of his own.  “Wh-what are you wearing, Papi?”His hum this time had a subtle hint of a moan to it that made his c@ck twitch…but that was f@ck@ng ridiculous.  He was straight and a man’s voice did not—“What would you like me to be wearing, little one?”He found Taehyung’s stare, his eyes wide.  They were both silent for a moment before Taehyung gestured for him to say something.  Frantically trying to come up with anything, Jungkook said the first outfit that came to mind.“Button-up with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of jeans.”Taehyung bit back a smile as his eyes widened.  Humor edged his voice as Taehyung said, “That was very specific, little one.”A little defensive, Jungkook said, “Well, I like what I like.”“And baby boy,” Papi cut in before Taehyung could respond.  “What would you like me to be wearing.”“Umm,” Taehyung began, his eyes staring off for a moment.  “Gray sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt.”His heart halted and then pounded a few times.  Because that was what Jungkook wore to the gym every morning.“Oh, those are both hot, good choices,” Papi said.  “And where are you at in your apartment?”Eyes meeting for only a moment, neither of them spoke until Jungkook finally answered.  “We’re sitting on the couch in our living room.”“Is it comfortable?”  What the f@ck was with Papi’s voice that kept making his belly warm?“It’s okay,” Taehyung responded, shifting a bit beside him and causing their shoulders to brush.  “It’ll be my bed for tonight.”“Oh, baby boy,” Papi said gently.  “Don’t you have a bed?”Even though he couldn’t see him, Taehyung shook his head.  “No, Papi.  The movers messed up and my things won’t be here for another week.”Jungkook didn’t know what to make of the tiny note of a whine in his voice.  It was incredibly frustrating, he was sure, but he hadn’t realized—“And little one’s bed is too small for both of you to fit?” Papi asked, his voice soothing.Taehyung shook his head again as he said, “He doesn’t need to share, I can sleep on the couch.”“No, you don’t,” Jungkook said, just barely catching himself from saying his name.  “My bed’s big enough, you can sleep there.”His brows creasing, Taehyung tilted his head as he turned to him fully.  “Are you sure?  You know I like to cuddle and I take no ownership of what I do in my sleep.”“It’s fine, I’m used to your cuddling,” Jungkook said.In fact, he’d grown so used to it since they first met as roommates in their freshman year of college that he now missed it.  When they moved into an apartment their junior year and suddenly had their own rooms, Jungkook had pushed away the little sadness of not finding Taehyung curled up beside him in his bed on a random Sunday morning.“Oh, little one, that makes me so happy that you’ll share your bed with baby boy.”  Papi’s voice was warm, and his words really should not have made his chest puff with pride at the praise.  “Especially since you both had such a long day and need to relax.”Taehyung settled back against the couch with a sigh.  “It’s definitely been stressful the last few weeks.”“I bet, baby boy,” Papi practically purred.  “But now you’re living with little one and I’m here to help you relax.”Staring hard at the little smile on Taehyung’s face, Jungkook said, “How exactly does this work?”His voice had been a little terse and regret flooded through him for no d@mn reason.  But Papi only chuckled low before speaking.  “It stresses you to not have a plan, doesn’t it, little one?”Jungkook’s mouth opened to deny it, but Taehyung spoke first.  “It does!  It makes him all tense and anxious.”“What?” Jungkook said as he shifted to face Taehyung fully.  “I don’t get tense and anxious.”“It’s okay, little one,” Papi said, ignoring his denial.  “This can go a couple different ways, it depends on what you want.  But ideally, we’ll all get to c@m.”Taehyung froze beside him before he blurted out, “We’re straight.”The truth coming out should have been a relief that this lunacy would end.  Instead, there was a current of disappointment that flowed in his veins, a regret that he wouldn’t be able to talk with Papi any longer, hear his soothing voice that promised something.But Papi only hummed.  “Well, you can be whatever you want to be, baby boy.  You can be just two friends helping each other out or we can say goodnight at this point.  The goal is to help you relax…what would help you do that?”Beside him, Taehyung chewed on his lower lip, his eyes darting over to meet his fleetingly.  There was a question in them, waiting to see how Jungkook would respond.  His heart pounded in his chest as his mind raced and slowed all at once.It’d been months since his last hook up, being locked away at his parent’s home in the middle of nowhere all summer helping his father with various chores did not make it easy to meet girls.  And Taehyung, who was always his wingman, was halfway across the country from him, that morning the first time they’d seen each other since the end of the last school year.“I mean…” Jungkook began, his voice a little breathless.  “We could stop if it got too weird.”As Papi hummed in affirmation on the other end of the line, Taehyung’s eyes grew wide.  Licking his lips, Taehyung cleared his throat before he said, “True.  We could just stop.”F@ck, they were going through with this.  He wasn’t sure what he expected Taehyung to say, he’d always been the more carefree one.  But this didn’t have to change anything, they were just two friends helping each other relax.  That probably happened all the time.“Papi,” Jungkook said.  “Do you get a lot of straight guys calling?”Chuckling, Papi replied, “You’d be surprised how many, little one.  Don’t worry, it’s totally normal to want to relax with a friend.  And I’ll be here to help you, okay?”They both nodded, Taehyung murmuring, “Okay.”“Tell me how warm your apartment is?” Papi asked.  “Maybe you would be more comfortable without your shirts.”It suddenly was stifling and that seemed like an excellent idea.  Jungkook reached behind his head and tugged his shirt off.  There was a soft gasp from beside him and Jungkook caught Taehyung staring at his bare chest.“I forgot your nipples are pierced,” Taehyung said, his eyes locked on the metal bar in each of his nipples.The was a groan on the other end of the line.  “F@ck, little one.  You like your nipples to be played with?”Heat rushed into his face as Taehyung continued to stare at his nipples.  “Umm…yeah.”“Can you relax back and play with them?” Papi asked and Jungkook had the immediate inclination to do exactly that.Glancing over at Taehyung, Jungkook asked, “Are you gonna keep your shirt on?”Tearing his gaze from Jungkook’s chest, Taehyung stared down at himself a moment before mumbling, “Oh, yeah” and then dragged his shirt over his head.It was nearly dark outside, but the streetlight and the full moon as well as the light on in the kitchen gave enough light to make out Taehyung’s golden skin.  His dark nipples were hard, the muscles across his navel flexing as Taehyung leaned back, eyes traveling across Jungkook’s body.  And he really shouldn’t like his eyes on him as much as he did.With a deep breath, Jungkook shifted and then brought his hands to his chest.  He’d played with them plenty, but having Taehyung watching, having Papi listening, intensified the electricity that shot from his nipples as he thumbed them.Tugging his piercings, Jungkook unsuccessfully tried to swallow down a moan, his hips shifting.  Papi’s deep voice said over the line, “You sound so good, little one.  If I were there, I’d suck and lick your nipples…would you like that?”His stomach clenched at his words and Jungkook breathed, “Yeah…and I want…”“Tell me what you want, little one,” Papi said, his voice all at once soft and demanding.Tugging a bit harder on his nipples, the heat coiled low as his c@ck hardened.  “Teeth…I’d want you to use your teeth.”Taehyung whispered, “F@ck” from beside him and Jungkook turned to him.  Licking his lips, Taehyung raised his eyes from where they’d been locked on Jungkook’s nipples.  “I could…you know, help you out.”The mostly dark room created a cocoon of sorts, a secret shared.  They were just friends, friends helped each other out…and Taehyung’s perfectly full lips on his body would definitely help him out.Papi moaned over the phone, “F@ck, baby boy, could you help Papi out?  Would you like that, little one?  Baby boy can lick and bite your nipples for me since I’m not there.”His words made the niggle of alarm calm.  They were just playing, Taehyung was just helping since Papi wasn’t there…but wasn’t it gay to want Papi to touch him in the first place?Jungkook shoved that thought aside and said, “Yeah…since Papi isn’t here, baby boy can play with my nipples.”Taehyung bit his lower lip as he scooted closer and angled his body to face him before slowly lowering his head to his chest.  Jungkook dropped his hand from the nipple nearest Taehyung, held his breath as he waited, the anticipation building until he groaned with the first tentative lick of his best friend’s tongue.“F@ck,” Papi moaned.  “Tell baby boy what you need, little one.”A firmer lick across his nipple had Jungkook gasping.  “Tug…tug on the bar with your teeth a-and suck.”A hand settled on his thigh as Taehyung leaned closer and did as instructed.  Fire blazed from his nipple down to his core and Jungkook fought the urge to hold Taehyung’s head in place, to not arch up into his mouth.  Jungkook was distinctly aware of the hand Taehyung braced on his thigh, his legs spreading as he shifted.“Baby boy, you’re doing such a good job helping little one relax for me,” Papi said.Taehyung moaned softly, the vibrations around his nipple making the heat in his core simmer.  Apparently, his best friend also liked having Papi praise him.With more confidence, Taehyung leaned further across his chest to nose aside his hand and take his other nipple into his mouth.  A flick of his tongue, a scrape of his teeth across his hard nub before wrapping his lips around his nipple to suck, his teeth latching onto his piercing and tugging.His moan was loud in the otherwise quiet room and Jungkook arched into Taehyung’s mouth before he could stop himself.  The hand on his thigh drifted higher, making Jungkook spread his legs further, his c@ck hard and needing friction.“Little one, tell me what baby boy is doing that’s making you feel so relaxed,” Papi said, his voice husky.“H-he…”  Jungkook groaned as Taehyung tugged on his piercing harder.  “He moved to my other nipple, Papi.  It feels…it’s so…”Half humming, half moaning, Papi said, “So relaxing, isn’t it, little one.”Relaxing.  That’s all this was, just friends helping each other relax.  Jungkook sank into the thought, letting it ease away the jitter of nerves that held him back.  Slowly, he raised a hand and rested it on Taehyung’s head, threading his fingers through his soft curls.  When a groan rumbled in Taehyung’s chest, Jungkook arched up into his mouth with a moan of his own, heat pooling in his core and c@ck straining against his shorts.“F@ck, listening to you is making me so hard, little one,” Papi said, his voice rough. It really shouldn’t have done anything to him to hear that another man was aroused from listening to him…but it did.  His hips rocked gently, his c@ck thrumming with need.“I-I’m hard, too, Papi,” Jungkook moaned, head tilted back as his body grew more restless.“Little one…f@ck…” Papi moaned louder, his breath panting.  “Baby boy, are you hard?”Taehyung sat back, his lips red and wet in the dim light.  “I…I am a little.”Papi’s hum was one of displeasure and Jungkook immediately said, “I can help baby boy, Papi.  I can help him relax.”His hum this time was deep and filled with pleasure.  “That would make me so happy, little one.  Tell me how you’re going to help baby boy.”Thoughts shot through his mind until Jungkook swallowed hard and raised his eyes to meet Taehyung’s watchful gaze.  “I could…I’m a dancer, Papi, I could give baby boy a lap dance.”His best friend moaned softly, lips parted as his head tilted back against the couch.  Papi asked, “Would that help you relax, baby boy?”“I think so,” Taehyung whispered, color high in his cheeks even in the moonlight.“Let’s try,” Papi said and Jungkook stood, none of the awkwardness like there should have been of being so hard in front of Taehyung.  In its place was a determination to make Papi proud, to help Taehyung relax.Over the phone, a song with a slow beat played in the background and Jungkook nudged his best friend’s legs further apart.  Turning, Jungkook lowered himself until his @ss grazed across Taehyung’s lap, hands on his thighs.  He’d never actually given a lap dance before, had only seen one given to a man once, but Jungkook focused on finding the rhythm of the song and grinding his @ss down into his best friend’s lap.Within a few moments, long fingers wrapped around his waist and pulled him down harder, Taehyung’s deep groan making his c@ck throb.  “F@ck…” Taehyung moaned, his hips bucking up.And that really shouldn’t have done anything for him, but his best friend’s hard c@ck against his @ss made Jungkook grind down harder, his hips rocking faster.  The c@ck he had made hard, and that thought alone caused his moans to mingle with Taehyung’s.“So good, little one,” Papi moaned over the phone.  “Helping baby boy relax, doing so well for me…”His words made Jungkook arch his back more and circle his hips faster.  Taehyung had helped him relax, and he was only returning the favor.  It’s what friends did, they helped each other out…and Jungkook appreciated Taehyung so much and everything he’d done for him over the years, it was only natural that he’d do his best to help Taehyung relax.“Oh, God…” Taehyung moaned.  “Papi…I’m so hard…”The moan on the phone was rough and swirled in the heat blazing in his core.  “You did so good, little one.  I want you to sit on the couch next to baby boy now, okay?  Can you do that for me?”The grip on his waist tightened as Taehyung thrust his hips up and then let him go.  Jungkook was a bit unsteady as he stood fully upright before collapsing beside Taehyung on the couch. “I’m sitting on the couch, Papi,” Jungkook said breathlessly.Papi hummed in approval and then said, “I think it would be easier to relax if our c@cks weren’t so constricted, don’t you?”With his words, the throb in his c@ck became painful and Jungkook swallowed hard.  He desperately wanted to tear his shorts and underwear off, but a seed of awareness that this was his best friend planted itself in his stomach.But before it could take root, Taehyung said, “I-I think so, too, Papi…” and then his thumbs hooked under the waistband of his pajamas and after pausing for a moment, eased them over his c@ck and down his hips to his thighs.The trepidation was replaced with a sudden curiosity, a different awareness coursing through his veins.  He’d never seen a hard c@ck other than his own and he found the sight of Taehyung’s hard length…enticing.  Titillating.  Arousing.“F@ck, it’s so much easier to relax without my pants on,” Papi groaned.  “Does that feel better, baby boy?”Long, elegant fingers traced his own navel and down to the tops of his thighs as Taehyung said, “Yes, Papi…so much better.”His eyes were locked on Taehyung’s c@ck, his core clenching at how hard he was.  Lifting his gaze to meet Taehyung’s, Jungkook was met with the heat, the desire in their depths.  Holding his gaze, Jungkook lifted his hips, and slipped his overly large athletic shorts down his thighs to fall to his ankles.Taehyung’s eyes dropped to his c@ck, swallowing hard.  “F@ck…”After a beat, Papi said, “Tell me, baby boy.”Licking his lips, Taehyung’s fingers dug into the tops of his own thighs.  “H-his c@ck…”Moaning softly, Papi said, “Tell me about little one’s c@ck, baby boy.”Prec@m leaked from the slit and Jungkook had to fist his hands on his thighs to stop himself from stroking his c@ck.  Taehyung’s eyes on him, his chest heaving gently with his panting breath, his nipples and c@ck hard…he’d never realized how much he liked having eyes on him like this.“His c@ck…”  Taehyung swallowed hard as his hips pulsed into the air, prec@m beading on the head of his c@ck.  “He’s so big, Papi.”His words made the heat blaze hotter and his body restless.  “You’re bigger than me.”Taehyung shook his head, eyes on his c@ck.  “I don’t think so…”“Little one,” Papi said gently.  “Do you wanna see who’s bigger for me?”Nodding, Taehyung licked his lips and then said, “Yeah…”“Little one, would that be okay with you?  For baby boy to find out who has a bigger c@ck?” Papi asked.Questions swirled in his head on how Papi wanted Taehyung to do that.  “H-how, Papi?”A dark chuckle over the line and then Papi said with a note of amusement, “Always need to know the answers, don’t you little one?  Well, I think the easiest way would be for baby boy to straddle your lap so you can line your c@cks up, don’t you?”Jungkook had never needed anything like he needed the visual that Papi’s words conjured in his mind.  “Yes, Papi…”As soon as the words were out, Taehyung kicked his pajama pants off all the way.  Bracing his hands on the back of the couch, Taehyung threw his leg over his thighs and lowered down until he sat on his lap.  Tilting his hips until their c@cks lined up, Taehyung’s moan drowned out Jungkook’s as their c@cks brushed.“Tell me, baby boy,” Papi moaned over the phone.  “Who’s bigger?”When Taehyung shifted again and their c@cks slid against each other, Jungkook dug his fingers into the top of his best friend’s thighs to stop his hips from bucking.  His body was tense as Taehyung studied their c@cks.“I’m a little longer, Papi,” Taehyung said, his breathing heavy.  “But his c@ck is so thick…”There was note of a whine, a whimper, a need in Taehyung’s voice that whispered to someplace deep inside and made his toes curl.  His reaction to women had never been this visceral, this raw and his head was spinning with desire, with anticipation.Desperate for friction, Jungkook tentatively rocked his hips just a bit, just a little, just to take some of the edge off.  But it only made them both moan, only made the need grow in his core, only made the flames burn brighter.“Tell me what’s helping you relax, little one,” Papi commanded.“F@ck…” Jungkook gasped, his effort focused on not thrusting up.  “H-his c@ck next to mine…”“Feels good, little one,” Papi said as a statement and not a question.  “Do you want more?”Jungkook groaned, “Yes, please, Papi…”  All around him was Taehyung, his woody vanilla scent cocooning him, his body tense and vibrating with the same need that pumped in his own veins.“Baby boy?  Would that help you relax?” Papi asked.Hips jerking forward, Taehyung moaned, “Yes…”“Who has the biggest hands?”  Papi’s voice was so dark, so gentle and yet so demanding that it made the fire in his core blaze hot.An image of Taehyung’s large hands and long fingers immediately appeared and Jungkook said, “Baby boy does.  He has beautiful hands.”Taehyung’s gasp was almost drowned out by Papi’s moan over the phone.  “Baby boy, can you lick your palm and then wrap your hand around both of your c@cks?”His hips bucked up at just the mention of being touched and Jungkook moaned, fingers gripping Taehyung’s thighs.  Their eyes locked as Taehyung did as Papi instructed and then rubbed his palm across the heads of their c@cks to gather their prec@m.  His long fingers wrapped around their hard lengths, forcing their c@cks together and they both groaned.The music that had been playing in the background changed to something with a faster tempo and Papi said, “Baby boy, I want you to stroke your c@cks as I stroke mine, okay?”A slick sound across the line made Jungkook’s hips buck up into Taehyung’s hand.  Taehyung being so hard, touching him left him scorched but Papi being turned on by just listening to them had him breathless.“Yes, Papi…” Taehyung moaned.One hand braced against the back of the couch near Jungkook’s head, Taehyung stroked them in time with the music.  It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.  Their c@cks slid against each other in the most delicious way, Taehyung’s hand stroking them as Papi moaned over the phone, praising them both as the tension built.“Little one, can you play with your nipples?” Papi asked, his voice raw and gasping.Taehyung moaned, his hips faltering before thrusting harder against his c@ck and into his hand.  “F@ck, yes…”Jungkook gripped Taehyung’s hip as he tugged on the bar in his own nipple.  Sparks of fire dropped to the flames in his core and Jungkook’s head arched back as his eyes closed and his hips bucked under the weight of his best friend on his lap.Their moans and curses filled the room, Papi’s voice broken and husky on the phone.  “Doing so good for me…relax into how good it feels…”The coil of fire in his core tightened, threatening to snap.  “Papi…” Jungkook gasped.  “I need…oh, f@ck…”“C@m when you want, little one,” Papi groaned, his words broken by his heavy breathing.  “F@ck, I’m so close…you’re making me so hard listening to you both…”Opening his eyes, Jungkook found his stare after Taehyung dragged his gaze from where he played with his nipple.  His eyes were dark, fiery, his body moving in rhythm with the song playing across the phone and it’s what sent Jungkook over the edge.“F@ck…I’m c@mm@ng…” Jungkook moaned, body arching up into Taehyung’s fist.The fire that swirled in his core and made his c@ck throb spread through him into every fiber, his body tense and arching back.  He held Taehyung’s gaze as long as he could until his eyes rolled back, Taehyung and Papi’s moans loud in his ears. His eyes opened just in time to find Taehyung’s hips faltering, his hand stroking Jungkook’s c@m down their lengths.  “F@ck…” Taehyung moaned so loud it almost blocked out Papi’s voice.“Oh, God…oh, f@ck, I’m gonna c@m…”Papi’s moan was tinged with a whine as Taehyung’s body relaxed, both he and Jungkook’s chests heaving.  He had the overwhelming urge to pull Taehyung down onto him but before he could, Taehyung rolled off of his lap to collapse beside him on the couch.Panting, Papi said, “Little one, baby boy, you did so good.  Are you relaxed?”Taehyung hummed contentedly beside him, the hand he’d stroked them with covered in their c@m resting on his navel.  “So relaxed, Papi.  Thank you.”“Oh, baby boy, thank you for letting me help you relax,” Papi said, the pleasure in his voice loud.  “Little one?  How are you feeling?”“I’m…” Jungkook began, struggling to form a cohesive thought.  “I’m relaxed…and so tired, Papi.”“I’m so relaxed, too, little one,” Papi said, his voice low and warm and comforting.  He’d helped both Taehyung and Papi to relax and something about that had pride filling his chest.  “I need your help, though.”His words made them both stir, struggling against the satiated weight in their bones.  “What do you need help with?” Taehyung asked, his voice lazy and tired.“I’m not there to take care of you, so I need you to help each other, okay?” Papi said, the seriousness in his voice making his brain perk up.  “I need you to help clean each other up and make sure you have some water before you go to sleep, okay?”Struggling to sit more upright, Jungkook forced himself to stand.  “I’m up, Papi.  I’ll help baby boy.  He’s really tired.”“Good boy, little one,” Papi said and happiness flowed through his body at the praise.  “I’ll stay on the phone until you’re in bed, okay?”“Okay, Papi,” Jungkook said, kicking off the shorts that were around his ankles and went into the kitchen.As he cleaned himself off, he could hear Papi’s voice talking to Taehyung but not what he was saying.  Whatever it was made Taehyung smile sleepily and nod.  Jungkook wet a hand towel and then brought it back to his best friend.“I have something to clean baby boy with, Papi,” Jungkook said, hesitating.His best friend laid sprawled on the couch, eyes closed and hand on his navel next to his spent c@ck.  Rarely did he help any of the girls he was with, both getting what they needed from each other before taking care of themselves and parting ways and he certainly had no idea how to handle this situation.“Good, little one,” Papi said, his voice soothing.  “I want you to clean baby boy’s hand first and then gently clean his c@ck, okay?”“Okay,” Jungkook whispered, bringing the damp towel to his hand to clean.  It was a bit awkward to clean his best friend’s c@ck but at the same time, comforting to take care of him when Taehyung was so obviously exhausted.  “He’s all clean now, Papi.”“Thank you, little one,” Papi said, warmth blooming in his chest.  “Can you help baby boy put his pajama pants back on and get him into bed?”It took him a moment to find his pajama pants in the dark and then Jungkook knelt on the floor in front of Taehyung.  It sent a shiver through his body to kneel in front of him, Taehyung’s eyes opening to meet his.  Jungkook helped Taehyung put his feet through the pant legs, Taehyung lifting his hips so Jungkook could slip the pants to his waist.Standing, Jungkook picked up the phone from the coffee table and handed it to Taehyung.  “Can you hold the phone?”Taehyung nodded and murmured something incomprehensible before shrieking softly as Jungkook leaned down to scoop him up into his arms.“What happened?” Papi said, concern coloring his voice.  “Is everything okay?”“He picked me up, Papi,” Taehyung said, his head resting against his shoulder as Jungkook carried him out of the living room and into his bedroom.  “It just startled me.”Papi hummed happily before saying, “Little one, you’re doing such a good job for me, taking care of baby boy when I can’t.”Laying Taehyung in his double bed, Jungkook took the phone from his best friend.  “Okay, he’s in bed…sh@t, I forgot to get him water.”Taehyung rolled to his side, eyes closed and murmured something Jungkook didn’t quite catch.  “It’s okay, little one,” Papi said gently.  “Is he still awake?”“No, I think he’s asleep already,” Jungkook said, a little crestfallen that he’d forgotten what Papi had told him to do.“Okay, we’ll let him sleep.  But you should get some water and then leave some in your room in case baby boy needs some when he wakes, okay?”Half turning in his newly unpacked room, Jungkook spied his water bottle on his desk.  After drinking a bit, he set it on his nightstand.  “I had some water and there’s some by the bed, Papi.”“Good boy, little one,” Papi said with obvious pleasure.  “You did so good for me tonight.  Are you ready to go to sleep?”Setting the phone down on the dresser, he pulled open a drawer and grabbed the first pair of pajama pants he found and tugged them on.  “I am now.”His voice was gentle and warm as Papi said, “Good.  I want you to get some sleep now.  And remember that baby boy likes to cuddle.”“Yes, Papi,” Jungkook said as he strode over to the bed and sat.  With a yawn, he added, “Good night, Papi.”“Good night, little one,” Papi said just before the line went dead.Setting the phone on the nightstand, Jungkook dragged the covers over them both and then scooted closer to curl around his best friend’s back.  His eyes closed as he said sleepily, “Good night, baby boy.”And as Jungkook drifted off, he had the distant thought that it hadn’t been weird at all.**Groaning, Taehyung stretched as the sun peeked around the drawn curtains and then froze.  A very warm – and very large – body curled around him, the arm across his waist pulling Taehyung back.  Warm breath fanned across his neck and made goosebumps spread, a sweet lemony freshness around him that belonged only to his best friend.His very hard best friend whose hips were currently pulsing against his @ss and making his c@ck ache.Jungkook’s hand was inches from where Taehyung needed it, and he fisted the sheets to stop himself from dragging his hand down between his legs.  Instead, Taehyung arched his back and pressed his hips back, Jungkook’s soft groan rustling the hair at the nape of his neck.Images of the night before flooded through and made Taehyung turn his head to stifle a moan into the pillow.  And it was fine, wasn’t it?  They were bored and stressed, of course they’d help each other out.  The throb of his c@ck and the growing need at his core made it very obvious just how much he needed to relax.Not sure if his best friend was awake, Taehyung whispered, “Kookie?”  Lips brushed against his neck and made Taehyung press his hips back when Jungkook hummed in question.  Licking his lips as the nerves crept in, Taehyung let out a slow breath before saying, “Do you…do you want help relaxing?”With a deep groan, Jungkook murmured, “God, yes…” before he rolled Taehyung to his back.His eyes were heavy with sleep as Jungkook hovered over him, the light of morning a halo around his head.  The muscles through his arms and shoulders bulged as Jungkook shifted to kneel between his spread thighs.  Taehyung held his gaze as Jungkook rolled his hips down, the friction of his c@ck against his cutting Taehyung’s gasp off with a moan that tore through his chest.Taehyung lifted his hips to meet Jungkook’s next thrust, both groaning.  Lowering down onto his forearms so his panting breath was in his ear, Jungkook’s weight on him, their bare chests pressed together was unexpectedly delicious.  His hands needed to touch and Taehyung rested them lightly on the small of Jungkook’s back.Groaning softly in his ear, Jungkook said, “F@ck, baby boy…grab my @ss…”His words, the pet name, the shuddering breath in his ear when Taehyung slid his hands down to grope his @ss, to pull Jungkook in harder as his thrusts into him quickened made the heat coil tight.  Before last night, he’d never been anywhere near a hard c@ck and now all he wanted was Jungkook’s.An image flashed in his mind of Jungkook on top of him, thrusting inside of him and it pushed Taehyung closer to the edge.  His head was spinning at how fast his arousal had crested and Taehyung spread his legs more, rocked his hips up harder, dragged Jungkook’s c@ck against his faster.“Little one…” Taehyung breathed and Jungkook’s hips faltered as he moaned.  “I’m so close…”Teeth scraped against his neck and then Jungkook sucked a kiss just beneath his ear and sent him over the edge.  Arching his hips up with a cry, the tension in his core snapped and raced through him, Jungkook’s needy whines in his ear as he came intensifying his own climax. Taehyung fell back against the bed, panting as he tugged Jungkook down onto him.  He’d regretted not laying on Jungkook the night before as soon as he’d shifted to sit on the couch beside him and he desperately needed his weight on him as he came back to himself.After a few minutes, Jungkook lifted onto his forearms with a crooked smile.  “Sorry, I think I gave you a hickey.”It was when he lifted his hand to rub just under his ear that Taehyung realized he’d still been gripping Jungkook’s @ss, holding him in place against him.  As soon as his hands were gone, Jungkook rolled off him and sat on the side of the bed with a yawn.  Taehyung pushed away the desire to pull his best friend back on top of him.“That’s okay,” Taehyung murmured, fingers tracing the spot just beneath his ear.  “I’m surprised, though.”Glancing over his shoulder, Jungkook said, “You told me you liked it when the girls you’re with did that, so…I thought it would help you relax.”Warmth spread in his chest that Jungkook had remembered something so trivial that he’d mentioned ages ago.  And it certainly had helped him to…relax.Clearing his throat, Taehyung sat up and stretched.  “I need to shower.”Standing, Jungkook raised his arms over his head, the muscles through his back flexing.  He’d always thought that his secret admiration for Jungkook’s body was because he wished he was as muscular…now there was a little voice that said it was more that he wanted him and not that he wanted to be him.But that was obviously b@llsh@t because they were just friends helping each other relax.  Nothing more.  As soon as the rest of the students arrived, they’d be back to being each other’s wingmen, helping the other get some nameless girls to come back to their apartment to warm their beds for the night.  Things would certainly go back to how they were, this was just because there was no one here.  Simple.Jungkook strode to the door and said, “I need to shower, too.  We can go down to that bakery you like for breakfast after we get cleaned up, if you want?”Taken aback, Taehyung said as Jungkook left, “You want to shower…together?”Popping his head back into the room, his heart skipped a beat at how adorable Jungkook was with his smirk.  “I’ve seen you c@m, Tae.  I don’t think there’s much else to see between us, is there?  Besides, it’ll be faster and I’m starving.”Following Jungkook out of his bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom, Taehyung said, “I thought you didn’t like that bakery.”Jungkook shrugged as he turned the shower on and peeled off his pajama pants.  “It’s not my favorite, but you love it, so…”Since they’d first been @ssigned their freshman year to the same dorm room, they’d been inseparable.  Their humor was in sync, their interests similar, their schedules in alignment.  But even their differences balanced out, Taehyung helping Jungkook be more spontaneous, while Jungkook made sure they were still prepared.  Taehyung’s more outgoing personality helped Jungkook shed his shyness, while Jungkook helped Taehyung find the enjoyment in simpler, quieter activities.  It was a friendship unlike any he’d ever had, his first inclination when anything happened, big or small, good or bad, was to tell Jungkook.And while not necessarily unusual, it wasn’t common for Jungkook to volunteer to do something Taehyung liked that he didn’t.  Taehyung forced himself to meet Jungkook’s eyes and not let his gaze travel over his body when Jungkook stood upright.“Thanks, I’ve missed their bagels all summer,” Taehyung said.And then Jungkook winked at him before stepping in the shower, his groan making the simmer in his core ignite.  It was probably just because he now @ssociated Jungkook’s groans with getting off…which actually didn’t make it any better.Shoving his sticky pajama pants off, Taehyung hesitated a moment before stepping into the shower.  Head tipped back and arms raised as he ran his fingers through his hair, the water ran down his perfectly sculpted body, the bars in his nipples making his mouth water.  He’d had no idea how much he liked pierced nipples until the night before and Taehyung fought the urge to tug on one with his teeth.“Here, have some water,” Jungkook said and Taehyung dragged his eyes up his chest to meet his gaze, heat washing through him at being caught openly staring at his best friend’s body. Jungkook turned sideways and adjusted the showerhead, so the water hit Taehyung’s navel.  Scooting closer, Taehyung tried not to get into Jungkook’s space which was extremely difficult.  Taehyung closed his eyes and tilted his head back to get his hair wet, gasping when hands coasted from his chest down to his waist in little circles.Opening his eyes, Taehyung found Jungkook spreading bodywash across his navel.  With a soft smirk, Jungkook lifted his gaze and said, “Sorry, I didn’t do a very good job cleaning you up last night before we went to sleep.”The memory of Jungkook gently wiping the c@m from his hand, from his body, from his c@ck and then kneeling in front of him to help him put his pants on flashed in his mind.  His c@ck twitched as his hands traveled to his hips, heat dropping low in his belly.“Is this okay?” Jungkook asked softly, his hands pausing.Taehyung swallowed hard and then nodded.  “Yeah…it’s okay.”And it was…except it shouldn’t be.  He shouldn’t want his best friend’s hands to spread suds across his body and he certainly shouldn’t want his fingers to wrap around his c@ck.  He absolutely shouldn’t want Jungkook to sink to his knees in front of him to take his c@ck in his mouth and he definitely shouldn’t want Jungkook to spin him around and f@ck him against the shower door.Because that would be gay and he wasn’t gay.  Even as the thought came, his c@ck twitched again as Jungkook’s hand drifted lower.  Jungkook leaned closer, lips grazing his cheek as he spoke.“Can I help you relax?”Heat flooded his core, his c@ck very much wanting help to relax.  His breath hitched and then Taehyung nodded as he whispered, “Yeah…”Reaching over him, Jungkook lowered the showerhead and then turned Taehyung so his back was against his chest and he faced the wall.  Momentarily confused, Taehyung groaned when Jungkook palmed his half-hard c@ck with one hand, his other at his waist.  Taehyung pressed his hips back in a need to be closer and Jungkook groaned, his c@ck already hard and rubbing against his @ss.And he really shouldn’t have liked that as much as he did.“F@ck, baby boy,” Jungkook moaned, his hips rocking into him gently.  “Is this okay?”The pet name should not make his stomach clench, should not make him moan, but it did all the same.  “It’s okay, little one,” Taehyung breathed, his body restless and head tipping back against Jungkook’s shoulder.Jungkook shifted as he spread body wash across his @ss and then pulled Taehyung to him tight.  F@ck, he never realized just how much he loved being held so securely, to have someone his own size pressed close. Slipping his arm around his waist, Jungkook held him still as he wrapped his fingers around his c@ck and began to stroke Taehyung in time with the rocking of his hips against his @ss.  He’d never gotten so hard, so fast in his life and Taehyung braced his hands against the shower wall and tilted his hips back.The movement caused Jungkook’s c@ck to slip into the crevice of his @ss, the soap making the glide smooth.  Jungkook moaned in his ear and fire raced through his body as his hips thrust harder against him, his hand stroking his c@ck faster.“Can I…” Jungkook moaned by his ear, head tilted down to bite his shoulder.  “F@ck, baby boy, can I c@m on you?”And he positively should not want that as much as he did.  His hips pressed back as he moaned, his c@ck sliding across his entrance.  A ripple of heat collided with the heat coiling in his core, his body growing tense with need.“C@m on me, little one,” Taehyung gasped, needing both to thrust his c@ck into his hand and press back into Jungkook.  The head of his c@ck caught at his entrance, Jungkook’s hips pulsing with a whine in his ear. It was enough to make the fire blaze higher and Taehyung cried out, pleasure radiating up and through him as Jungkook stroked him through his @rg@sm.  When his body went limp, Jungkook released his c@ck and wrapped both arms around Taehyung to hold him tightly against his body.  His moans grew needier as his hips stuttered and then he thrust fast and hard, his c@ck sliding between his cheeks.With a low moan that left him gasping, Jungkook thrust once more and then tensed for several moments, warm c@m coating his @ss.  His stomach clenched at Jungkook c@mm@ng on him, of being covered with his c@m, of Jungkook holding him so tightly even as his body sagged around him.Lifting his head from Jungkook’s shoulder, Taehyung wobbled a bit on unsteady legs when Jungkook let him go.  Hands found his waist to support him until his legs wanted to cooperate, left weak again as Jungkook reached for the soap and washed his back and down to his hips and @ss with one hand.Jungkook directed the showerhead to rinse the soap and then helped Taehyung turn.  His eyes were so settling to him, so warm and comforting and known as Jungkook washed his c@m from his navel and softening c@ck.“There,” Jungkook said softly.  “That’s better.  Are you okay to stand or do you need a minute?”Taehyung realized that he gripped his shoulders tight and heat flooded his face.  He normally wasn’t needy after a s@xual encounter, much more likely wanting to be alone.  But he had to fight the urge to lean against Jungkook and hold him close, to press little kisses to his neck and listen to all his worries while petting his hair.“I’m good,” Taehyung said and then dropped his hands before he stepped under the shower, closing his eyes and trying to shut out the feelings that suddenly seemed much bigger than just friendship.**The last few days had been…interesting.  They went about their lives as usual, eating meals and continuing to unpack, except they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.  They spent a lot of time relaxing. When Jungkook left to run down to the sandwich shop on the corner to pick up dinner, Taehyung gave into the curiosity that had been nagging him.  Pulling out his phone after sitting on the couch, he quickly searched for a bl@w j@b tutorial, completely immersed when Jungkook returned a few minutes later.Fumbling with his phone as the front door flew open, Taehyung brought his knees to his chest to cover that he was hard.  From watching a man give another man a bl@w j@b.  From imagining him giving Jungkook a bl@w j@b.  And even as the realization hit that he wasn’t as straight as he thought, his stomach clenched when Jungkook sat beside him close enough that their sides touched.“They were out of sour cream and onion chips, so I got barbeque and plain,” Jungkook said as he set the bag on the coffee table.  “Do you want a beer?”“Yeah, thanks,” Taehyung said, wishing he hadn’t changed into shorts that did nothing to hide his c@ck.When Jungkook returned, he opened the bottle and then handed it to Taehyung before opening his own and taking a long drink.  Setting it on the table, Jungkook sat on the edge of the couch, the muscles in his arms flexing as he unpacked the bag, his sleeveless white shirt stretching across his back and down to his narrow waist.  His c@ck began to ache from just the sight alone.“Tae?”Blinking rapidly to pull his mind out of the gutter, Taehyung tried to focus on Jungkook.  With a smirk and a sparkle in his eyes, Jungkook arched an eyebrow as he held out Taehyung’s sandwich to him.“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked after Taehyung had taken his sandwich and turned back to rummage in the bag. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” Taehyung said, hurriedly unwrapping his sandwich.  “Just a lot on my mind, I guess.”Around a bite of food, Jungkook asked, “Is it about your stuff not being here yet?”While that certainly was annoying, he’d loved sleeping next to Jungkook the last few nights.  The warmth of his body, how wonderful it was to cuddle close…how natural it was to help each other relax each morning when they woke.  And Taehyung had loved wearing Jungkook’s clothing, his lemony fresh scent that clung to them making him feel like he was wrapped in his arms all the time.“Ah…yeah.  It’s just stressful not having my stuff here and unpacked before cl@sses start.”“Want me to help you relax after we eat?” Jungkook said so casually, like it did not make his c@ck throb with need.Chewing slowly, his heart raced as Taehyung considered how to say what he really wanted.  He swallowed and then blurted out, “We could call Papi.”Jungkook froze and then turned to him to stare hard.  Taehyung fought to hold his gaze, his cheeks warming and heart pounding.“We could…” Jungkook said slowly, shifting on the couch.His eyes finally dropped to the sandwich he held and said quickly, “I mean, we still don’t have a TV and can’t find the deck of cards and it’s Wednesday, what else do we have to do tonight?”Clearing his throat, Jungkook said, “It would be a, umm, interesting way to spend the evening.  Plus, you’re still stressed about your stuff not being here and it would probably help you relax, so it seems like a smart thing to do.”Lifting his eyes to meet Jungkook’s, they froze for several moments before they both jumped into action.  While Taehyung rewrapped his sandwich, Jungkook chugged the rest of his beer and then took his sandwich from him and shoved them both in the bag.  As Jungkook hurried into the kitchen to put their food in the fridge, Taehyung finished his beer and then took out his phone.Jungkook sat next to him on the couch, the same nervous excited energy that was swirling in his stomach radiating off of his best friend as Taehyung placed the call and entered his credit card information.After three rings, a low, dark voice said, “What’s up, stallion?”F@ck…his c@ck stirred at Papi’s voice and Jungkook shifted on the couch beside him.  There was a beat of silence before Jungkook spoke.“H-hi, Papi.  It’s, umm, little one.  I’m not sure if you remember—”There was a low chuckle on the other end and then Papi said, “Oh, I definitely remember.  Is baby boy there with you?”“I’m here,” Taehyung said.  He really shouldn’t love the pet name like he did, but it did something to him when Papi and Jungkook called him that.  It put his mind at ease and made him feel cared for.“Are you boys stressing about school starting soon?” Papi said in his low, slow drawl.  “Need some help relaxing?”Jungkook’s breath hitched from beside him and his stomach clenched.  “Yeah, we could use your help, Papi,” Jungkook replied.His hum was low and pleased across the line and made Taehyung shiver.  “Oh, little one, that makes me so happy that you’re asking for help when you need it.  Why don’t we get a little more comfortable.”As if his words were the permission they’d been looking for, they both tore off their shirts and cast them aside before pushing down their shorts.  “We’re in our underwear now, Papi,” Taehyung said.“Good boys,” Papi said, his praise making him warm all over.  “We need to get hard so we can relax.  Little one, can you palm baby boy’s c@ck while he plays with your nipples?”With a groan, Jungkook leaned back against the couch, his legs spread.  Reaching over, Jungkook cupped his c@ck and made Taehyung moan at finally getting friction his hips bucking into his hand.  Shifting closer, Taehyung threw his leg over Jungkook’s so he could get close enough to suck one of his nipples in his mouth, teeth scraping across the hard nub before tugging on his piercing.Jungkook moaned, “Papi…baby boy is already hard.”As Papi groaned softly over the phone, Taehyung reached down to palm Jungkook.  Popping off his nipple, Taehyung said, “F@ck, you’re hard, too.”Papi moaned louder, his voice rougher when he said, “Such good boys, all ready for me to help you relax.  Take your underwear off now.”Pulling back only long enough to shove his underwear off, Taehyung leaned back over Jungkook to flick his tongue across his nipple and then sucked.  Jungkook arched up into his mouth, his moan growing louder when Taehyung bit his nipple.“Tell me what’s happening, little one,” Papi said.  “F@ck, listening to you is making me so hard.”Hips pulsing up as Taehyung toyed with his piercing, Jungkook gasped, “He…baby boy is playing with my nipples with his mouth.  Papi, it feels…”“So relaxing, little one,” Papi finished for Jungkook.  “Doing such a good job for me, baby boy.”Taehyung moaned at the praise, fingers digging into Jungkook’s thigh as he moved to his other nipple.  Out of the corner of his eye was Jungkook’s c@ck, so hard and thick and wet.With a moan, Taehyung sat back and asked, “Papi…what does prec@m taste like?”They were both restless on the couch, only touching where their sides were pressed together and Taehyung’s leg rested on Jungkook’s thigh.  The tension in his core was so tight, images of the tutorial he’d watched earlier playing in his mind…except it was his mouth around Jungkook’s c@ck.Papi groaned, “Tastes so good.  Little one, can baby boy taste your prec@m so he can see if he likes it?”“F@ck,” Jungkook moaned softly beside him, hips flexing.  “Yes, Papi…I-I want baby boy to try it.”There was so much prec@m dripping from his c@ck and Taehyung did not give himself time to think about how much it made his mouth water.  His heart hammered and his breath was shallow as Taehyung leaned over and tentatively licked across his slit with the tip of his tongue.  It was mildly salty with a tinge of sweetness and his stomach clenched at how much he liked it, at the low moan from Jungkook.“Tell me what’s happening, little one,” Papi said over a repetitive slick sound over the phone.His appetite became insatiable, and Taehyung moaned as he licked up his c@ck and across the head, on a mission to gather every last drop.  Beneath him, Jungkook’s hips undulated, the muscles in his thighs and navel flexing.“Papi…f@ck, he’s licking all the prec@m from my c@ck.”  Jungkook’s words ended with a moan, hand digging into his own thigh.“Oh, baby boy, you’re doing so well.  Can you hold the base of little one’s c@ck and wrap your lips around the head?” Papi said in a rough voice.  “Use your tongue around the head and across the slit to get all that prec@m.  You can suck every last drop from little one.”His words sent shots of fire to his core because that was exactly what he wanted and so Taehyung did as instructed.  His c@ck was dripping so much and Taehyung moaned as he swallowed his prec@m, groaned as Jungkook’s hips jerked when he licked just under the head of his c@ck, across the slit, began to suck.Jungkook’s body trembled and he whined, “Papi…h-he’s sucking my c@ck so good.”“Tell baby boy how well he’s doing, little one,” Papi instructed.  “Tell him what you like.”Taehyung moaned as Jungkook began to ramble.  “Just like that, sucking my c@ck so good…f@ck, baby boy, your mouth feels so f@ck@ng good.” Unable to respond, Taehyung moaned around his c@ck and then reached over to grab Jungkook’s hand and place it on his head.  He loved when Jungkook held his head to his chest while he played with his nipple and he found he liked his hand on his head when his c@ck was in his mouth in the same way.“F@ck, papi…baby boy put my hand on his head,” Jungkook moaned, his other hand resting at the base of his neck and Taehyung sucked harder and swirled his tongue faster.“Don’t push down, little one,” Papi directed.  “Just let baby boy know you’re there and he’s doing such a good job helping you relax.”The weight on his head eased a bit as his fingers dug in a bit more.  “I-I’m getting close…f@ck, I need…”“Baby boy, you’re doing so good you’re gonna make little one c@m.  You need to pull off if you don’t want him to c@m in your mouth,” Papi said.His precum drove him wild…and just the visual in his mind of Jungkook c@mm@ng in his mouth, of being the one that made him cum was enough for Taehyung to moan loudly and double his efforts.  He stroked his c@ck as he sucked and licked the head, the fire low in his own belly blazing.“H-he’s not pulling off, Papi,” Jungkook gasped, his voice tinged with a whine.  “F@ck, I need to…”Papi moaned over the phone, “Baby boy wants you to cum in his mouth, little one.  You can let go, let yourself relax.”Fingers dug into his scalp and shoulder as Jungkook’s moans turned into a cry.  C@m filled his mouth and Taehyung swallowed as he continued to suck until Jungkook’s body went limp and his hands became soothing on his shoulder and head.Taehyung wiped the back of his hand across his mouth as he sat back, Jungkook sprawled and panting beside him.  Papi’s voice was gentle as he said, “Baby boy, you can spit or swallow.”Glancing over at Jungkook, Taehyung said, “I swallowed, Papi.”The responding groan of pleasure over the phone made his c@ck throb.  F@ck, he loved when Papi was pleased with him.“Such a good boy for me, helping little one relax so well,” Papi said.  “Did you like his precum, baby boy?”Heat rushed into his cheeks but there was something about Papi’s voice that he couldn’t lie.  “I…I liked his precum, Papi.  And I liked when little one came in my mouth.”“Oh, baby boy, that makes me so happy,” Papi practically purred, the pride in his voice loud and making his chest warm and his c@ck ache.  “A prostate m@ssage can really get precum flowing, if that is something you want to try to see if it’d help you relax.”A prostate massage…that would mean that…it made his core clench and Taehyung shifted on the couch.  Beside him, Jungkook sat up, his eyes still fiery as he spoke.“I could help you find your prostate,” Jungkook said quickly and then cleared his throat and added slower, “If you wanted to see if that would help you relax, of course.”There was something about the thought of Jungkook’s hands there, his fingers inside, that made him squirm, his c@ck throb, his legs spread.  Dipping his head, Taehyung looked over at his best friend out of the corner of his eye.“Umm, yeah, okay.”  When he realized how fast he’d agreed, Taehyung added, “We can always stop.”“That’s right, baby boy,” Papi said, his voice soothing his rising nerves.  “If it doesn’t help you relax, we’ll stop.  Little one, can you get a bottle of lube?”Instead of rising, Jungkook stuck his hand between the cushions of the couch and pulled out a bottle of lube.  Taehyung raised his brow, surprised that Jungkook had thought ahead, aroused that his best friend was so prepared.“I have a bottle, Papi,” Jungkook said, his cheeks rosy.“Good,” Papi said.  “Baby boy, lie on your back with a pillow under your hips for me, okay?”“Okay, Papi,” Taehyung said as he did what he was told.  When he shoved a pillow under his ass, Taehyung flushed from being on display for his best friend, from the way Jungkook bit his lower lip as he stared down at him.“Spread your legs and bring your knees towards your chest so little one can finger you for me.”  Papi’s words drew out a groan from Jungkook and gave Taehyung the confidence he needed to spread his thighs and bring his knees to his chest.Jungkook’s c@ck twitched as he stared down at his entrance.  “F@ck…Papi, he looks so good…”Taehyung gasped and he spread his legs wider as Papi hummed in approval.  He had never been particularly shy but d@mn if he didn’t like Jungkook’s eyes on him.“Little one, tell baby boy how good he looks, how good you’re gonna make him feel so he can relax,” Papi said.Swallowing hard, Jungkook stared at his hole a moment longer before dragging his eyes to his leaking c@ck and then up his body to meet his gaze.  “You look so f@ck@ng hot, baby boy.  Gonna make you cum so hard.”Papi’s moan swirled around Taehyung’s needy whine, his c@ck throbbing, the tension in his core so taunt.  He needed Jungkook’s hands on him, in him more than he’d ever needed anything.“Good boy, little one.”  Jungkook’s chest puffed up with Papi’s praise and then he hurried to follow Papi’s instructions.  “You’re gonna use more lube than you’ve ever used before, okay?  Make baby boy dripping wet with lube, little one.”Jungkook repositioned himself so he knelt by his ass, first squirting lube on his hole and then coated his fingers.  Bringing a finger to his entrance, Jungkook’s eyes were locked on where his finger rubbed over his hole.“I’m getting baby boy wet, Papi,” Jungkook said, his voice breathless.It was an odd and yet, not an unpleasant feeling to have his best friend touch him there.  His heart pounded wildly while the growing need for Jungkook to be inside him mounted.Papi hummed approvingly.  “Apply just a bit of pressure but don’t push inside, okay, little one?”Jungkook nodded and his finger pressed harder as he circled his rim.  The nerves gave way to anticipation, and Taehyung groaned in frustration as he gripped behind his knees and spread his legs further while he tried to push down onto his finger.“Papi,” Jungkook gasped.  “F@ck, baby boy spread his legs so much for me.  I wanna be inside him, Papi.”  His needy whine was back in his voice, and it made Taehyung’s c@ck throb painfully.“Not yet, little one,” Papi said, and Taehyung tipped his head back with a frustrated whimper.  “Baby boy, stroke your c@ck for me.”His mind was hazy with need as all his focus was on his best friend’s finger and where he desperately wanted it.  Letting go of one of his legs, Taehyung fisted his c@ck and stroked his precum down his hard length.“Please…oh, f@ck…please, Papi, I need…” Taehyung whimpered as his hips rocked down, trying to get what he needed.“F@ck, you sound so good, baby boy.”  Papi’s moan made the coil in his belly tighten and Taehyung tried to stroke his c@ck in pace with the slick sound on the phone.  After a few moments, Papi said, “Little one, press one finger inside very slowly and then stop when you’re one knuckle deep, okay?”Jungkook was panting, his eyes darting between his face and where Taehyung stroked his c@ck to where his finger rubbed his entrance.  “Okay,” Jungkook breathed before pushing in his pointer finger so carefully it made Taehyung want to cry in frustration, in gratitude for his best friend’s care.His body stilled, hand holding his c@ck, as Jungkook’s finger entered him.  He was so wet, lube dripping down his ass that there was none of the pain he’d feared, only the gentle ache of the stretch that kindled the flames in his core.  Taehyung almost didn’t recognize the low moan as his own until Jungkook murmured, “F@ck…” and Papi groaned on the other end of the line.“I-I’m one knuckle deep, Papi,” Jungkook said, then licked his lips as his eyes roamed over Taehyung’s body.Taehyung couldn’t stop clenching around his finger, his body on fire from being filled in a way he’d never realized he needed.  But now that he did, Taehyung couldn’t stop moaning, head tipping back as his hand began to stroke his c@ck again.“F@ck, is that baby boy moaning?” Papi asked, his voice rough.“Y-yeah,” Jungkook said.  “He keeps…he keeps trying to take more of my finger, keeps tightening around it.”Papi’s groan was loud and raw and added to the blaze in his belly.  “Okay…f@ck, little one, I need you to be so careful as you push your finger in all the way.  I need you to take care of baby boy for me.”Jungkook shifted closer, a hand on the back of Taehyung’s thigh as he gave him what he needed.  It was painfully slow, and little gasping whines broke the deep moans that radiated from his chest.  F@ck, this was what he’d needed, what he’d craved and had never realized.Their eyes met, Jungkook’s eyes heavy lidded and so filled with heat that it scorched through him and made the ache in his core throb.  His lips were red from biting them, wet from licking them, parted from his panting breath as his finger stilled inside Taehyung.“Papi…” Jungkook gasped.  “My finger is inside all the way.”“F@ck…” Papi moaned over the line.  “Okay, stay still and let baby boy get used to you.”  Taehyung whined at his words, not knowing exactly what he needed but knowing it wasn’t Jungkook being still.  “Baby boy, you’re doing so, so good for me.  Letting little one take care of you, helping you relax.  It’s gonna feel so good, just let your body relax, okay?”He wanted to do what Papi told him, but the throbbing need in his body was becoming unbearable.  “Papi, please…”  Out of nowhere, tears formed in his eyes, his desperation so great that Taehyung couldn’t stop from begging, “Please, I need…please…”Papi’s voice was gentle, soothing, calming when he spoke.  “I know, baby boy.  Little one is gonna help me make you feel so good, I promise.  Do you trust me and little one to do that?”He didn’t know Papi at all, but Taehyung trusted him more than almost anyone he’d ever met.  The only other person he trusted more was Jungkook, whose eyes held such heat and yet such care that it made something crumble inside.“I trust you,” Taehyung breathed, his body relaxing at the words.  He clenched around Jungkook’s finger once, twice and then relaxed back against the couch.  Papi knew what he needed, and he’d help Jungkook give it to him.  And with that thought, his mind relaxed along with his body.“Little one,” Papi said, although Taehyung had to struggle to focus on what he said through the haze of pleasure in his mind.  “Is baby boy still wet?  You can add more lube to his hole.”Jungkook fumbled with the bottle of lube before squirting more around his finger.  “I added more lube, Papi.”“Slowly, circle your finger inside baby boy,” Papi instructed.  “Start with little circles, okay, little one?”“Yes, Papi,” Jungkook said just before he barely moved his finger in a circle.  But it was something and Taehyung moaned, his hand lazily stroking his aching c@ck.  With each pass, the circle became bigger until every now and again, a little zap of pleasure radiated from deep inside.“Baby boy, I need you to answer my question,” Papi said, his voice cutting through Taehyung’s moans.  “Does one finger feel like enough or do you want little one to add a second finger?”The question felt too hard to answer.  He didn’t want to wait longer, not when Jungkook was finally moving his finger…but he wanted to be filled and the thought of two fingers made him arch his back with a moan.“Papi…” Taehyung groaned, trying to find coherent words.  “Two…need two…”“Good boy,” Papi said, the pride in his voice that Taehyung answered him making warmth spread in his chest and his mind hazier.  “Little one, use so much lube and push in your middle finger slowly.”The cap of the bottle clicked and then lube ran over his entrance and down his ass before there was pressure against his rim.  With a whine, Jungkook said as the pressure stopped, “Papi, he’s so tight, I don’t wanna hurt him.”The moan over the phone was loud and penetrated through the haze in his mind.  Papi liked this, liked what they were doing and Taehyung relaxed further into his voice.“He’s so tight, little one, but you can give baby boy what he needs.  Just go slow and add lube when you need to.  You can do this for me, little one,” Papi said, his voice confident and gentle.  “Watch his body, he’ll tell you what he needs.”After a moment, the pressure increased and then a stretch that made Taehyung gasp.  Papi spoke the entire time, telling them both how good they were doing, how proud he was of Jungkook for taking care of him and of Taehyung for voicing what he needed.  When both fingers were knuckles deep, Taehyung groaned long and low at being so filled.“Papi, I have two fingers in,” Jungkook said in a voice edged with awe and desire.  “Baby boy keeps clenching around my fingers.”“That’s perfect, little one.  Just let baby boy get used to your fingers,” Papi said.  “Baby boy, can little one stroke your c@ck for you?”He’d only been holding his c@ck, unable to focus on anything but the fingers inside.  Letting go, Taehyung held the back of his thigh again as he said, “Yes…please, baby boy.”Lube squirted on his c@ck a moment before fingers wrapped around his c@ck and began to stroke, the flames that had become a simmer blazing hot.  All focus was on the hand around his c@ck that stoked the fire within, the fingers inside that made Taehyung groan each time he clenched around them. His hips began to rock, his body needing more of something he couldn’t identify.  Jungkook must have noticed a change because he said with a husky voice, “Papi, I-I think baby boy needs more.”Taehyung latched onto his words and began to moan as a solemn prayer, “More…more…give me more…please…”Distantly, Taehyung caught part of what Papi was telling Jungkook.  “—curl your finger like you’re motioning for someone and—”He didn’t catch anymore of what he said because a pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced bloomed deep inside.  Little tingles radiated out, his entire body tensing as Taehyung arched back. Over Taehyung’s moans, Jungkook said, “I think I found it, Papi.  His c@ck’s leaking so much and his body’s shaking.”“Good, little one.  Just keep rubbing that spot and stroking his c@ck for me,” Papi said, his panting becoming louder over the phone.The pleasure washed through him slower than it usually did but was unrelenting, rushing through him over and over and over.  His vision dimmed, the edges tinged white, his breath stolen, every fiber focused on the spot inside that was the epicenter of pleasure.Minutes, hours, days passed and then Taehyung gasped loudly and collapsed back, his legs askew and spread wide.  So disoriented, Taehyung couldn’t make sense of where he was or what was up versus down until the hand around his c@ck let go and the fingers inside pulled out slowly.“—me, baby boy…”  Taehyung caught Papi’s voice and turned his head towards it, eyes closed.  “Baby boy, I need you to tell me how you are.”A slow, sleepy smile spread across his mouth and Taehyung said, “I’m so relaxed, Papi.  So tired.”His hum was filled with satisfaction and Taehyung tried to focus on Papi’s words.  “Little one, you did so good for me.  Look how relaxed baby boy is, you took such good care of him…”Jungkook and Papi continued to talk, and Taehyung dozed until a straw tickled his lips.  Gently, Jungkook said, “Drink some water.”Taehyung did his best to comply, and then turned his head aside before a wet cloth wiped across his body.  A phone was placed on his chest and then Jungkook picked him up.  Taehyung snuggled closer, letting himself nuzzle against his neck, letting the lemony freshness that was so safe envelop him.After laying him on the bed, Jungkook grabbed a pair of pajama pants and put them on before helping Taehyung with his.  He tried, he really did but he could not get his body to cooperate, the fatigue weighing him down.There were voices and then Taehyung caught his name, the phone closer to him.  “Baby boy, you did so well.  Are you relaxed?”Taehyung yawned and said, “So relaxed, Papi.  Thank you.”“Oh, thank you and little one for letting me help.  Sleep well, baby boy.”The words wouldn’t form and he drifted off, a warm body that smelled of lemons curled around him and making everything safe.**Jungkook was unpacking the kitchen when there was a knock on the front door that made Taehyung practically fly to answer it.  With a smile, Jungkook turned back to the box in front of him, his mind full of his best friend as Taehyung spoke to whoever was at the front door.  Taehyung was adorable, always excited by the littlest things.The fleeting thought made Jungkook freeze, a baking sheet in his hand.  He’d always considered his best friend adorable…but it was different now.  Where he’d been adorable in a tease him and laugh sort of way before, now it made his chest flutter and warm.And Taehyung’s body…f@ck, he couldn’t stop touching him, even if it was only to sit close enough for their shoulders to brush.  He hadn’t summoned the courage to ask Taehyung that morning if he could try sucking his c@ck, the image of fingering him the night before seared into his mind.  Taehyung had been so hard, his moans so loud that the neighbors surely heard, which only turned him on more.  Watching Taehyung, his body tense and trembling, cum coating his hand as Jungkook stroked him through his climax had made him painfully hard.  Papi must have known, talking him through jerking himself off with Taehyung’s cum as lube with his deep, confident voice.Maybe it was because he didn’t have to guess what to do but having Papi talk him through how to touch Taehyung made the experience far better than any of his previous s@xual encounters.  And having Papi listen to them, to seemingly be turned on by them, made his @rg@sms even more intense.  There was a very real possibility that Papi was only faking…but something told him that the deep moan that ended with a little whine was very real.He should be freaking out more that, at the very least, he was not totally straight.  But maybe he’d always known, deep down?  He’d just dated girls because they were pretty and smelled nice and it was expected…but none of them made him feel the way Taehyung did.  Taehyung made him want to wrap a blanket around his shoulders and hold him close after f@ck@ng him hard into the mattress.His stomach knotted as his c@ck twitched at the thought.  Because that was a problem.  They were only helping each other out after a desolate summer until the rest of the students arrived in a few days.  Then they’d go back to helping each other find a girl to take home…the thought made his chest burn and his stomach twist.“Kookie!” Taehyung shouted from the front door before running through the living room to skid into the kitchen.  “The movers are here with my stuff!”Taehyung’s happiness, the relief in his eyes made warmth bloom in his chest.  Standing, Jungkook said, “That’s great, I’ll finish unpacking this box and come help you get your room set up.”With an excited squeal, Taehyung launched himself at him, Jungkook catching him around his waist.  Holding him close, Jungkook dipped his head and inhaled the woody vanilla, his nose brushing his neck.  Taehyung’s breath hitched and his arms around his neck tightened, and he huddled closer to Jungkook.  This shouldn’t feel as right as it did.“Where do you want the bed?”The voice from the front door startled them and they both stepped back.  Taehyung stared deeply into his eyes for a moment as he swallowed hard and then licked his lips.  “I-I’ll be right there!”Their eyes locked for a moment longer and then Taehyung backed away to hurry to the front door, leaving Jungkook to slump against the counter.**With a grin, Taehyung hopped to his feet in excitement.  “That went so much faster than I expected.  Now I just need to hang things on the wall and unpack my clothes.”All afternoon as they’d worked together to get his bed assembled and furniture in place, Jungkook had fought against the growing desire to pull Taehyung close and kiss him hard.  As Taehyung prattled on about their classes and what pictures he should put where, Jungkook had remained largely quiet, just enjoying listening to his best friend.Jungkook stood, unable to keep the smile from his face at Taehyung’s happiness.  Dancing around the room, Taehyung caught his foot on a box and stumbled, Jungkook steadying him reflexively.  Taehyung’s hands braced against his chest, and he slowly raised his eyes to meet his.His eyes dropped to his lips and then raised to meet Jungkook’s gaze again.  His heart pounded as Taehyung leaned in just a little, lips parting with a soft sigh. A buzzing on his desk made Taehyung jump, his eyes everywhere except meeting his and Jungkook was suddenly cold.  Picking up his phone, Taehyung took a deep breath as he texted someone back.“Hoseok will be back tomorrow and wants to know if we want to go out,” Taehyung said.  When Jungkook didn’t respond, Taehyung lifted his eyes from his phone, his cheeks dusted with pink. He should be thrilled about getting out, about seeing their friends, of the possibility of meeting a girl to take to his bed for the night.  But it only left him empty.  The only desire he had was to curl up in bed with Taehyung and listen to him talk about their future.Their future.F@ck.That left only one possible explanation.  He wanted his best friend both sexually and romantically because he was in love with Taehyung.Taking a step back towards the bedroom door, Jungkook said with as much enthusiasm as he could fake, “Sure, sounds fun.  I’ll, umm, go pick something up for dinner.  Feel like a burger?”Brows furrowing, Taehyung tilted his head to the side.  Slowly, he said, “Sure, sounds good.”Without a backwards glance, Jungkook rushed out of the room, jamming his feet into a pair of shoes and shoving his phone and keys into his pocket.  Jungkook was halfway down the block before he realized he was going the wrong way.Rubbing his face harshly, Jungkook took several slow breaths.  It was fine, everything was fine.  Lifting his head, Jungkook realized he was near the park where he and Taehyung often studied on a blanket under one of the giant oak trees.  And the yearning to have Taehyung beside him, to hold him close as they giggled instead of studying tore at his chest.He rambled towards the park and slumped on a park bench beneath a tree.  There was a group of people on the soccer field but otherwise the park was empty despite the sunny day.  He was totally lost as to what he was supposed to do…he wished there was someone he could talk it through with, but it was always Taehyung he went to with everything.An idea sparked and Jungkook took out his phone.  It took him a few minutes to find the right number since they’d used Taehyung’s phone before but finally Jungkook dialed the one person he thought could help.  After entering his credit card information, Jungkook tapped his leg with his fingers as the phone rang.On the third ring, a dark voice said, “What’s up, stallion?”“Umm, hi, it’s uh, little one,” Jungkook said, his face heating as he glanced around to make sure no one was near.“Hey, there,” Papi said.  “Are you and baby boy looking to relax tonight?”“No, and I need your help,” Jungkook blurted out, his eyes closing at the note of desperation in his voice.Papi’s voice shifted, no longer as slow and relaxed.  “What’s wrong?  Are you okay?”His hand fisted on his thigh as his heart pounded.  He was very much not okay.  “No…I think I’m in love with Ta—, I mean baby boy.”There was a beat and then Papi spoke, his voice less alarmed and more amused.  “I see.  And I take it he doesn’t know.”“F@ck no, he’s my straight best friend,” Jungkook said.  “Sh@t, I’m supposed to be straight.”Papi sighed and then said, “Look, sexuality rarely fits into these boxes society has created.  You are who you are, are attracted to who you’re attracted to.  It can be as simple as that, little one.”The use of his pet name calmed him and Jungkook nodded.  “Maybe…maybe I just like who I like.”“Exactly,” Papi said gently.  There was a moment of silence as Jungkook tried to wrap his mind around this new version of himself.  A version that settled through him and felt right.  “So…why do you not think that’s not also possible for baby boy?”Jungkook opened his mouth to respond but no words came.  Because there was a possibility, wasn’t there?  The way Taehyung touched him, the soft smiles and cuddles…could those mean something more?“I don’t know,” Jungkook said softly.Papi hummed in understanding.  “You need to talk with him.  Get on the same page, understand where he’s coming from, what he wants.  There’s no need to guess when you can just ask.”“But…but what if he only sees me as a friend?” Jungkook asked, his chest aching at the thought.“Then that’s an entirely different situation, isn’t it?” Papi said, his voice gentle and soothing.  “But until you talk with him, you’re just going to be guessing and creating more stress for yourself.  Figure out where he’s at and then you can make decisions.”“Okay,” Jungkook whispered.  “Thanks, Papi.”“Good luck,” Papi said just before the line went dead.Sighing, Jungkook left the park, his mind a whirlwind until he found himself at their apartment.  Entering, his thoughts were spiraling when Taehyung poked his head out.Brows creased, Taehyung asked, “Where’s the burgers?”Jungkook stared down at his empty hands and he said the first thing that came to mind.  “Oh…they were closed.”Arching a brow, Taehyung said, “They were closed.  At dinner time.”Digging in, Jungkook rocked on his heels as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts.  “Yup, they were, umm…painting.”Taehyung came into the living room and said, “They’re closed because they’re painting.  Okay, well, how do you feel about pizza?”“Pizza sounds great,” Jungkook said hurriedly.  “I can go pick it up.”His laugh wrapped around Jungkook like the warmest blanket, his eyes sparkling in amusement.  “I don’t think so, if you go, they’ll probably be closed, too.  I’ll just have it delivered.”Jungkook struggled to focus as they ate, trying his best to follow the conversation that Taehyung mostly led.  From their classes and what he hoped to do after graduation, to what there was left to do in their apartment and his excitement of going out the next night, Taehyung shone like the brightest beacon.  But nowhere in their evening of playing rummy and eating pizza with their beer was there a good opportunity for Jungkook to ask Taehyung how he felt about him.  Partly because he wasn’t sure how to ask his best friend.Taehyung stretched, his t-shirt riding high and revealing a sliver of his toned navel.  “I’m beat.  I’m going to bed…f@ck, I’m so excited to sleep in my own bed.”His stomach dropped in disappointment.  He’d forgotten that the arrival of his furniture meant that Taehyung wouldn’t be sleeping next to him.  Jungkook stood and began to pick up, trying to hide his face.“I think I will, too.  We’ll probably be out late tomorrow, and I could use the extra sleep.”Pizza in the refrigerator and bottles in the recycling bin, they brushed their teeth beside each other, Taehyung bumping his shoulder with a smile.  Jungkook struggled to return it but then realized that even though he was disappointed, Taehyung’s happiness was enough to make his smile authentic.“Night, Kookie,” Taehyung said at his door with a little wave before closing it gently.With a defeated sigh, Jungkook stripped down to his underwear and opened the window, the room warm.  He laid on top of the sheets, staring at the ceiling for a long time before he finally drifted off to sleep.The door of his bedroom creaked open well past midnight and his eyes snapped open.“Kookie?”Jungkook sat up, rubbing his eyes a moment before finding Taehyung in an overly large white t-shirt that barely covered the tops of his thighs standing in his doorway.  “What’s wrong?”His hands twisted the hem of his shirt and Jungkook’s heart fluttered at how adorable Taehyung was standing in the moonlight.  “Umm, I can’t sleep.”C@ck stirring, Jungkook scooted over as he asked, “Do you want help relaxing?”“Yes, please,” Taehyung said as he hurried over to the bed.  With a sigh, Taehyung shifted closer as they rearranged themselves so they shared the same pillow, facing each other.His heart hammered at being able to touch Taehyung, his hand on his hip.  “How do you want to relax?”The streetlight beyond the window illuminated enough to cast shadows on his face as Taehyung bit his lower lip for a moment.  “Do you…”  His voice was soft, the barest whisper that called to a place deep inside his chest.  “Maybe we can call Papi and, umm, you could…”His rising nerves relaxed.  Papi would know what to do.  “Let’s call Papi.  Do you want me to finger you again?”Swallowing hard, Taehyung said softly, “Yes, and, umm…”When Taehyung didn’t continue, the color rising in his cheeks, Jungkook asked, “And what?”Taehyung’s eyes fell to where he drew little patterns along the top of his chest.  Taking a deep breath, Taehyung said, “It felt so…relaxing when you fingered me that I thought maybe it would be even more relaxing…if you f@ck@d me.”His hips canted forward at his words, the simmer in his belly roaring at just the mention of f@ck@ng Taehyung.  God, he needed to be inside Taehyung so f@ck@ng bad, Jungkook wanted to crawl out of his skin.Taking a slow breath through his nose to calm the need that had exploded through his body, Jungkook said, “I think…I think that would be really relaxing.”  Pulling Taehyung closer by the waist, Jungkook slipped his thigh between his legs before softly groaning, “F@ck, you’re already hard.”With a little whine, Taehyung rocked his hips against his thigh, his hand gripping Jungkook’s ass.  “I was thinking about how good it was when you fingered me and…and I couldn’t sleep.”A moan rumbled in his chest as Jungkook reached across Taehyung for his phone.  “I’ll call Papi.”After dialing the number, instead of being prompted to enter his credit card information, a message played.  “What’s up, stallion.  We’ll have to wait to create your fantasy as I’m away right now.”When the phone went dead, Jungkook set the phone down and then laid back next to Taehyung, whose eyes were wide.  “Umm, we could do something else…”Taehyung whimpered softly, his hips rutting against his thigh, hands dragging Jungkook closer.  “If you still want to…maybe we could figure it out ourselves?”Heat flooded through his body to drop low and his hips bucked forward.  “Yeah…we can figure it out, baby boy.”His moan was louder, head tipping back and lips parted and Jungkook had the overwhelming urge to kiss him.  To kiss him hard and deep and convey everything he couldn’t find the words to say.But…they hadn’t done that and despite everything that they had done, kissing Taehyung suddenly felt incredibly intimate.  And without knowing where Taehyung was, he didn’t want to push for something he didn’t want to give.Taehyung pulled back and then rose to his knees to tug his shirt over his head.  Completely naked, his c@ck was hard and dripping, miles of golden skin glowing and taking his breath away.“F@ck, baby boy,” Jungkook said as a prayer, eyes on his dripping c@ck.  “Can I taste you?”As soon as Taehyung murmured a soft breathy “Yes…” Jungkook tugged Taehyung forward to straddle his shoulders, legs spread wide.  Taehyung gripped the headboard, his panting breath exhaled as little moans.Caressing up his thighs, Jungkook gripped his hips and brought his c@ck closer to his face, his mouth watering.  He’d so desperately wanted to taste Taehyung the night before, but Taehyung had been so out of it that he hadn’t heard Jungkook’s request.  And now his c@ck was a mere inch away and Jungkook’s core ached with the need to taste, to lick, to suck, to make him feel as good as Taehyung had the night before.Jungkook opened his mouth and then raised his eyes to meet Taehyung’s heavy gaze.  “F@ck…” Taehyung breathed and then held the base of his c@ck to direct the head into his mouth.He tasted better than he’d imagined, and Jungkook moaned as he wrapped his lips around the head of his c@ck.  Sucking and licking, spit seeped from the corners of his mouth as Jungkook groped his ass and pulled him down until his lips met Taehyung’s fist around his c@ck. With little pulses of his hips, Taehyung threw back his head as moans fell from his lips, praises and curses filling the room.  “Just like that, little one…feels so good…your f@ck@ng mouth makes me so hard…”His own c@ck was hard and throbbing within the confines of his boxer briefs.  Blindly reaching to the nightstand, Jungkook found the bottle of lube and coated his fingers, lube dripping from Taehyung’s ass to his chest as he brought his fingers to his entrance.Taehyung moaned louder, his hips pulsing back and then forward into his mouth.  Gripping his hip, Jungkook pressed a finger inside slowly as he swirled his tongue around the head of his c@ck.  He’d been right, he loved the taste of Taehyung.Despite Taehyung begging for more, to go faster, Jungkook eased his finger inside slowly.  All of Papi’s guidance circled in his head, calming him as he stilled his finger knuckles deep.  As he waited, Jungkook experimentally bobbed his head, groaning at the slide of his c@ck along his tongue.“F@ck, little one…” Taehyung moaned, his hips pulsing and Jungkook relaxed his grip on him, letting Taehyung determine what he wanted.Without Jungkook’s restraining hold, Taehyung’s hips rocked harder back onto his finger and then thrust his c@ck further into his mouth.  Jungkook’s hips grew restless on the bed, Taehyung’s arousal enflaming his core.Gasping, Taehyung begged, “More…I need more…please…”Jungkook waited until Taehyung’s hips grew more frantic and then stilled his movements with the grip of his hand at his hip.  Taehyung hovered above him, panting as Jungkook eased in a second finger.  Only the head of his c@ck remained in his mouth and Jungkook moaned around it as he sucked, the walls around his fingers clenching repeatedly.“Yes…” Taehyung groaned.  His hips arched back as Jungkook continued to slide his fingers in until they were fully inside, and Taehyung lowered his head to rest his forehead on the arm that gripped the headboard.  As Taehyung adjusted, Jungkook focused on sucking and licking the c@ck in his mouth, Taehyung’s hand beginning to stroke himself when Jungkook bobbed his head.When Taehyung hips pulsed forward, Jungkook curled his fingers and searched until he found the spot that Papi had helped him discover the night before.  Taehyung’s moans grew lower, louder, seemingly drawn from deep within, precum streaming into his mouth and making Jungkook’s toes curl at how turned on Taehyung was.“Little one…oh, f@ck…” Taehyung groaned, his chest heaving as he panted.  “Please…I wanna cum with you…”His words ignited the simmer in his core, his c@ck aching to be inside him.  But he was concerned about hurting Taehyung and so he settled back into Papi’s words to follow Taehyung’s body, to watch him. As he pressed a third finger in and paused when he was one knuckle deep, Jungkook bobbed his head on his c@ck.  When Taehyung’s panting shifted to moans and the muscles around his fingers relaxed, Jungkook pressed his fingers in slowly, pausing at each knuckle to let Taehyung adjust.  Once his fingers were in all the way, Jungkook licked across the head of his c@ck, moaning at how much precum leaked.  He was becoming addicted to the taste of Taehyung, and it did not bode well for his heart.This was probably a massive mistake, three fingers into his best friend, his c@ck pulsing in his mouth as Taehyung moaned above him, head lolling.  But future him would have to deal with it, he couldn’t pass on the opportunity to lock this experience away in the archives of his memories to savor.Gasp breaking with a moan, Taehyung said, “Little one…I need you…”Jungkook released his hold on his hip in favor of running his hand up his side and down again, marveling at how soft his skin was.  Scissoring his fingers inside, Jungkook circled them as Taehyung began to sit back on to them and then thrust his c@ck into his mouth.  It was the most erotic experience of his life and Jungkook groaned at the deep throb in his c@ck.When Taehyung’s pleas turned into a chant, growing louder, becoming a whimper, a whine, a desperation laced through his voice, Jungkook carefully pulled his fingers out.  Taehyung pulled his c@ck out of his mouth as he scrambled down his body, Jungkook whining at the loss.Taehyung practically ripped his underwear off and then breathed a soft, “F@ck…” before licking up the underside of his c@ck.  Gagging when he tried to take his c@ck into his mouth too far, Taehyung bobbed and sucked and then pulled off to lick around the head.Lips brushing against his c@ck as he spoke, Taehyung said almost to himself, “God, I love the way you taste…”Gripping the sheets, Jungkook forced his hips to not buck up into Taehyung’s mouth like they desperately wanted to.  He spread his legs further to give Taehyung more room, head tipping back with a low groan when Taehyung reached up to thumb his nipple and then tug on his piercing.“Oh, f@ck…baby boy, I need…” Jungkook cried out, his body vibrating as the tension coiled low in his belly.Taehyung pulled off and the tension ebbed away as Jungkook moaned softly.  “No, you need to f@ck me.”  Grabbing the bottle of lube, Taehyung stilled and bit his lower lip a moment.  “I haven’t been with anyone since we went to get tested at the end of school last year.  If you have, I can grab a condom…”“I haven’t either,” Jungkook panted. “We could…” Taehyung swallowed hard and then said quickly, “We could f@ck raw, if you want.”He never had condomless sex, no matter what the girl he was with for the night said.  But this was Taehyung, he trusted him more than anyone else…and f@ck, did he want to feel him.“Is that what you want?” Jungkook asked, groaning when Taehyung began to stroke his c@ck.“I don’t want to pressure you but…” Taehyung swallowed hard and added in a quieter voice, “I think it would be hot if you cum in me.”His words set his core ablaze, his hips thrusting into his hand.  “So f@ck@ng hot, I want that, too.”Taehyung grabbed the bottle of lube and then paused.  “How do you want me?”The tension in his body caused a niggle of worry that he’d accidentally hurt him by not going slow enough.  As it was, Jungkook was struggling to control his hips.“Why don’t you ride my c@ck so you can decide how fast we go?” Jungkook said, chest warming when some of the nerves that had creeped into Taehyung’s eyes calmed.After dumping far too much lube on his c@ck, Taehyung straddled his hips and reached behind himself to guide his c@ck to his entrance.  Hand braced on Jungkook’s navel, Taehyung rubbed the head of his c@ck across his rim a few times before pausing and then sinking down to take him inside.He was so tight, so warm and Jungkook gritted his teeth to stay still when Taehyung paused with just the head of his c@ck inside, chest heaving.  “So f@ck@ng big…” Taehyung moaned as he took another inch inside and paused again.Reaching down to knead Taehyung’s thighs, Jungkook said, “Take your time, don’t hurt yourself.”Taehyung moaned in response and then slowly sat down until he was fully sheathed.  Taehyung braced his weight on Jungkook’s navel, head dipped as his panting breath was broken from the moans each time he clenched around his c@ck.His fingers dug into Taehyung’s thighs, his c@ck pulsing with need inside him as Jungkook willed himself to remain still.  The streetlight lit half of Taehyung’s face in a warm glow, his brow creased and eyes closed, the color high in his cheeks, lips wet and parted.  Taehyung was beautiful always, but in that moment Jungkook could barely breathe from how gorgeous his best friend was.The walls around his c@ck tightened, drawing out a low groan from Jungkook.  Taehyung’s eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth.“You sound so good, little one,” Taehyung said softly.  Lifting off halfway, Taehyung slowly sat back down, head lolling back as Jungkook swore softly.  “So full…” Taehyung groaned.Pulling off again and sitting back down, Taehyung continued to shift on his lap, angling his hips differently each time he took his c@ck inside.  It was the best kind of torture watching Taehyung, how he gasped and then moaned as he slid down on his c@ck, how he bit his lower lip and his heavy-lidded eyes stared into his deeply, how he clenched around his c@ck every time he sat down completely and tore a groan from Jungkook’s chest.Another tilt of his hips as he sat back down but this time, his jaw dropped with a moan, his eyes closing as Taehyung kept the same angle and picked up speed.  “Oh, f@ck…little one, so good…oh, God…”Jungkook could barely breathe, his toes curling each time Taehyung sat down, the need to f@ck him faster, harder edging into the fiber of his being.  As if the same need had crept into his body, Taehyung bounced faster, his ass hitting his thighs harder, the headboard slamming against the wall.His cries grew louder, mingling with the pounding of the headboard and Jungkook’s groans.  A glance over to the side, and Jungkook realized the window was open.“Baby boy,” Jungkook got out between panting breaths.  “We should close the window.”Chest heaving, Taehyung sat down harder and opened his eyes, fiery hot and filled with desire.  “What if I want someone to hear how good you make me feel?”His hips bucked up into Taehyung’s heat and Jungkook gritted his teeth with a rumbling moan.  “So f@ck@ng hot…”Hands braced just beneath his chest, Taehyung toyed with his piercings, causing his hips to thrust up into him again.  Taehyung groaned, “F@ck me, little one.  I’m so close.”Jungkook had been close as soon as Taehyung had removed his shirt, and it suddenly became incredibly difficult to not let the heat spread from his core.  Sliding his hands up his thighs to hold his waist, Jungkook braced his feet and then thrust up into Taehyung.  Their moans grew louder with each thrust, Jungkook trying different angles until Taehyung’s eyes rolled back with a low moan, fingers tightening on his piercings.Letting go of one of his nipples, Taehyung began to stroke his c@ck fast as he cried out, “Right there…don’t stop…oh, God, f@ck me harder…”Jungkook forced his focus on hitting that spot over and over and over and not on the growing need to let go.  A soft whine escaped from between his clenched teeth, beads of sweat dampening his hairline, but he adamantly held on, determined that Taehyung would cum first.His hips snapped up harder, stuttering a bit before Jungkook regained control and then began to pound into Taehyung at a relentless pace.  Their eyes locked, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face as his body trembled, hand on his c@ck keeping pace with his thrusts.With a long moan that crested to a cry, Taehyung’s eyes closed as his head tipped back, crease between his brows and lips parted.  As soon as cum spurted from his c@ck, Jungkook’s hips faltered and then his moan shifted to a needy whine and he thrust up once, twice as he pulled Taehyung down onto his c@ck hard.The heat that circled his core tore up and over him, waves of pleasure as his body tensed and his body arched, trembled until he fell back on the bed.  Opening his eyes, Jungkook met his gaze, a soft smile on Taehyung’s face as he wobbled.Reaching up, Jungkook pulled Taehyung down on top of him to rest, Taehyung nuzzling against his neck.  They laid in silence as his c@ck softened and slipped out, Jungkook caressing along his back as Taehyung snuggled against his neck.“Kookie?” Taehyung said softly, lips grazing his neck and sending a shiver through his body.“Yeah, Tae?” Jungkook asked.“I think I like boys.”  His voice was as soft as the gentlest whisper, his body stilling in Jungkook’s arms.Swallowing hard, Jungkook closed his eyes.  “I think I do, too.”**“What about this?”Jungkook entered his room with another outfit on, this one a pair of dark jeans with a black shirt that was far more fitted than what he normally wore.  He was obviously on the prowl, and it made Taehyung’s heart sink.“I think that’s the one,” Taehyung said with a forced smile.Jungkook’s nose scrunched in a smile.  “That’s what you said about the last three.”“Well, it doesn’t really matter what you wear, you’ll pick up someone to bring home without a problem.”  His voice had an uncharacteristic terseness to it that Taehyung immediately regretted.His smile fell and Jungkook looked down, hands smoothing down the front of his shirt over his navel.  F@ck, he could just make out his nipple piercings through the shirt.  This was going to be a long night.Clearing his throat Jungkook said, “Umm, if you’re ready…”Taehyung stood from the couch, adjusting the rolled sleeve of his button up shirt.  It wasn’t until he’d been fixing his dark curls in the mirror that he’d subconsciously dressed in an outfit like the one Jungkook had described Papi wearing the first time they’d called him.  He’d also realized that it wasn’t as subconscious as he’d hoped. Each day that passed brought further realization that he had fallen so hard for his best friend that his head was spinning.  At the center of his spiraling thoughts was the fear that if he confessed, it would cause irrevocable damage to their friendship.  And he didn’t know how to live without Jungkook.He’d laid in bed the night before contemplating it all, how wonderful it would be if Jungkook felt the same, how devastating it would be to lose him.  Trying to fall asleep, Taehyung had let himself imagine what it would be like to be with Jungkook until he decided that if he had just one night with him, that maybe what he feared was turning out to be far more than a crush was just the excitement, the novelty.  He’d wanted to experience it all with Jungkook…but in the end, it had only sealed his fate.Because as he laid on Jungkook and their breathing slowed, Taehyung had accepted he was in love with him.  So, he’d confessed the thing that seemed less frightening, that he liked boys, a little thrill running through him when Jungkook had shared he did as well.  And he’d fallen asleep after Jungkook had so gently cleaned his body with a smile on his face that if Jungkook liked boys, maybe he could one day feel the same way Taehyung did.But there’d been something off all day between them, unnamed and unspoken but decidedly there.  Taehyung hated it, just wanted his easy relationship with Jungkook back…with maybe a little kissing and f@ck@ng.They’d purposefully chosen their apartment for its proximity to their favorite bar more than the several blocks to campus.  Their walk there, as awkward as it was with the silence between them, wasn’t long enough for Taehyung to gather his thoughts before entering a crowd, the vast majority of the people they considered to be friends.They were rushed as soon as they stepped inside, different friends talking to each of them until they somehow ended up on opposite sides of the bar.  Which was fine.  Jungkook could spend the evening catching up with friends…and maybe forget to look for a girl to bring back to their apartment.Sitting at a stool with his second beer of the night, Taehyung was half listening to two friends discuss the merits of spending the summer abroad versus working an internship when he swiveled.  Across the bar, Jungkook sat next to a redhead wearing far too much makeup with a shirt that was cut far too low.  Neither of those things had ever bothered him before…but when she laughed and leaned closer to reveal even more of her cleavage and run her hand up his arm to squeeze his bicep, his chest burned.Standing abruptly, Taehyung downed the rest of his beer.  “I’ll catch up with you guys later,” Taehyung said as he set the glass on the bar and strode further into the bar and away from the absolute spectacle happening across the bar.A hand slipped into his and Taehyung stopped to find Leejung, a friend since their freshman year.  She leaned closer and whispered hurriedly, “That guy in the orange shirt at the end of the bar won’t leave me alone.  Can you pretend you’re my boyfriend for a few minutes so he backs off?  I just wanted to hang with the girls tonight.”Taehyung peeked over at the larger man sitting at the bar whose eyes were looking Leejung up and down.  With a scowl, Taehyung turned so the man no longer had a view of her as she sat on a stool at the bar.  Crowding closer to her, Taehyung dipped his head and Leejung placed her hand on his shoulder.  To the outside world, it appeared they were enamored with each other when in reality, they chatted about their summer and the dance troupe they both belonged to.Turning her head a bit, Leejung sighed and then grinned.  “He’s gone.  D@mn, I owe you.”  She gave him a quick hug and then slid off the stool and hurried over to a group of people gathered near a pool table.  Crossing his arms, Taehyung sighed and then couldn’t stop himself from scanning the crowd for Jungkook and the girl who couldn’t keep her hands to herself.  But after a few minutes of searching every face in the bar, Taehyung had to accept reality.Jungkook had found a girl to back to their apartment and it twisted his chest like a dagger. How the f@ck was he supposed to survive the school year?  How was he supposed to live in the same apartment while Jungkook continued on with his life as though everything hadn’t changed between them?Pushing his way to the back of the bar, Taehyung flipped the broken lock on the storage area that had come in handy more than once when he’d met someone and hadn’t wanted to wait to get home.It was dark since he didn’t bother to turn on the light, the door cool beneath his forehead.  What was he supposed to do?  He couldn’t go home for a few hours but there was no way he’d be able to carry on socializing with everyone while his mind was on what was happening at their apartment.The only person in his life he ever opened up to was Jungkook…but maybe…Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Taehyung squinted as the bright light lit the room and he dialed the number.  After punching in his credit card information, Taehyung folded an arm around his stomach as he waited.On the third ring, a voice that calmed some of the panic inside said, “What’s up, stallion?”“Papi,” Taehyung said, his voice tearful.  “This is baby boy and I don’t know what to do.  I like boys and I love J—little one and he just took some girl that he met at a bar home—”“Whoa, whoa,” Papi said.  “Let’s start from the beginning.”Taehyung took a deep breath and then told Papi everything that had happened over the last week, ending with, “And then I realized I loved him, so I went to his room and we had sex and it was wonderful.  But all our friends are back in town, so we went out to the pub and now he’s taken some girl back to our apartment.”There was a pause and then Papi said, “I see.  And you haven’t told little one how you feel about him?”Sniffling, Taehyung shook his head.  “No, I only told him I think I like boys.  And he said he did, too.”Papi hummed, this one much more contemplative than usual.  “I think you need to tell him how you feel.”“But…but that may ruin our friendship,” Taehyung lamented.“Baby boy…it sounds like it’s already changed if it’s hurting you to see him with someone else.  Talk with him so you both know where the other stands.”  Papi sighed and then said, “Look, I know it’s scary as hell but it kind of already sounds like you’re living in hell as it is.  Talk to him.”Squeezing his eyes shut, Taehyung swallowed hard as he nodded.  “Okay, I’ll do it tomorrow.  I’ll go find somewhere else to crash tonight, I don’t think I can be there when…”  The thought alone made him ill, and he took a deep breath.  “Thanks, Papi.”“Good luck,” Papi said before the call ended.Taehyung stood against the door for several minutes, gathering himself so he could go find someone to stay with.  After a few slow breaths, Taehyung exited the storage room to head back into the bustle of the bar but as he neared the bathrooms, a large group exited the women’s bathroom and slowed his progress.The annoyance began to fester as the group loitered, chatting animatedly…until he caught the eye of one of the girls towards the back of the group.  A girl wearing far too much eye makeup and a shirt cut far too low.“Hey, where’s Jungkook?” Taehyung asked, several girls turning to look at him.  But he only had eyes for the girl with the red hair.“Who wants to know?”  She arched an eyebrow and let her eyes travel down his body and then back up.  There had been a time when that would have been enough to get her a drink but now he just found it irritating.“Taehyung, his roommate.”Her eyes widened and then she smirked.  “No clue.  All he did was talk about you and after about 30 minutes of that, I gave up.”He stood frozen in place as the group continued on into the bar, his thoughts swirling.  If Jungkook didn’t leave with her…Rushing into the bar, Taehyung elbowed his way through the crowd, ignoring calls of his name.  Once outside, he sprinted the block to their apartment, panting as he barreled into their apartment and straight into Jungkook…who was pulling a suitcase.“You didn’t go home with her,” Taehyung blurted out.Jungkook frowned.  “Who?”“The redhead you were talking to.”“Oh,” Jungkook said, adjusting the strap of the bag over his shoulder.  “Wasn’t my type.”His heart pounded in his chest and his mouth ran dry.  Because she would have absolutely been his type at any other time, and hope sparked in his chest.Eyes dropping to his bags, Taehyung asked, “Where are you going?”“Uh, I thought I’d get away for the weekend before school starts,” Jungkook said, no longer meeting his eyes.  “You can have the apartment, I’m thinking that maybe living by myself may work better for me this year.”Stunned, Taehyung said softly, “You’re moving out?”“Yeah, it’ll work good, you’ll have your own space to…” Jungkook lifted his eyes finally, brow furrowed.  “Where’s Leejung?”Confused, Taehyung said, “Leejung?  I don’t know, I guess with her friends…why?”“Well, you two were pretty cozy at the bar so I thought I’d get out of your hair so you could have the apartment,” Jungkook said. “What?  No, some guy wouldn’t leave her alone, so I pretended to be her boyfriend.”  Taehyung wrinkled his nose and said, “And I don’t mix business with pleasure, the dance troupe is off limits, you know that.”Jungkook stared hard at him for a long moment and then his shoulders slumped.  “I thought I knew a lot of things,” Jungkook said quietly. Papi’s words came front and center in his mind and Taehyung took a deep breath.  “Jungkook—”“Taehyung, I’m in love with you.”Jaw dropping, Taehyung’s heart skipped several beats as everything grew distant around him, Jungkook’s words hanging in the air between them.  It took a moment for his brain to come back online, just as Jungkook was stepping around him with his luggage in tow.“Where are you going?” Taehyung asked.His back was to Taehyung, head bowed when Jungkook stopped.  “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to stay here.”“I-I don’t understand—” Taehyung began.Turning, the color was high in his cheeks, eyes bright.  “Taehyung…seeing you with Leejung, even if it wasn’t real…”  Jungkook swallowed hard as he closed his eyes, brow furrowed.  “I just…I can’t watch you bring home girls every weekend.  I can’t watch someone else touch you when I’d be wishing the entire time it was me instead.”Jungkook turned back to the door and yanked it open before words could form in his mind.  “I love you, too.”His entire body stilled, the knuckles of the hand on the doorknob turning white.  “What did you say?” Jungkook whispered.Skirting around the luggage, Taehyung squeezed past Jungkook so he could face him.  There were tears in his eyes and it made his chest ache that Jungkook had been hurting.  He wanted to take away all of his hurts forever and hold him close.“I’m in love with you, too,” Taehyung said gently, his throat constricting.  “And I want to be with you.  Like…exclusive.”Jungkook gasped and then let go of his luggage and let the bag on his shoulder slip to the ground.  Stepping closer, Jungkook’s hands trembled as he cradled the side of his face, their noses brushing before their lips met in the softest of kisses.  Jungkook held him like he was someone special, someone precious and it made Taehyung huddle closer, hands sliding around his waist.His lips parted with a sigh and Taehyung licked inside, their tongues finally meeting and sending tingles through his body.  Moaning softly as he tilted his head, Jungkook kissed with a slowness, a thoroughness that left Taehyung weak in the knees. Breaking their kiss, Jungkook rested his forehead against his, thumb caressing his cheek.  “You’re all mine?”Smiling, Taehyung whispered, “All yours.”**Walking to campus hand in hand on the first day of class, Taehyung asked, “I wanted to ask you something and either answer is fine with me.”His boyfriend – he had a f@ck@ng boyfriend – was stunningly beautiful and Jungkook was so lost in staring at him it took a moment for the words to register.  “Okay, ask away.”Taehyung bit his lip and peeked over at him from beneath his lashes and Jungkook was sure his chest was going to explode into a million pieces.  Taking a deep breath, Taehyung asked, “Would you ever been interested in calling Papi again?”It had definitely been something that had crossed his mind over the last few days.  “Well…I kind of liked him telling me what to do and listening—”Jungkook was startled when Taehyung abruptly stopped and spun around, eyes wide.  “Me, too.  I didn’t realize how much I’d enjoy it, but…”Smiling, Jungkook leaned forward and kissed him gently.  “But it’s f@ck@ng hot.”“And it’s still no touching,” Taehyung said, his smile widening.  “Just listening.”As they started walking, Jungkook said as casually as he could, “Or maybe looking one day.”Taehyung stopped again and Jungkook laughed.  “What do you mean?” “I think that…I might enjoy being watched,” Jungkook said, his cheeks blooming with heat.Biting his lower lip, Taehyung stepped in front of him and looped his arms around his neck before leaning closer to his ear.  “F@ck, little one, you know exactly what to say to turn me on.”Groaning, Jungkook pulled Taehyung in closer and kissed up his neck to whisper in his ear, “It is one of my life’s greatest pleasures to turn you on, baby boy.”They were still giggling when they found their first class and took seats beside each other in the middle of the classroom.  Within minutes, a hush fell over the class as a tall man dressed in fitted black slacks that hugged his thighs and a black button-down shirt that stretched tight around his biceps entered.  His dark blonde hair was brushed off his face, the undercut highlighting his elegant neck and collarbones, his glasses emphasizing his high cheekbones.“F@ck…” Jungkook said under his breath, his eyes tracking the man’s movements like every other person in class.He turned to Taehyung whose eyes were wide and mouthed, “He’s so hot.”They both turned back to the man who had placed the folder he carried on the podium.  Adjusting his glasses, the man smiled and Jungkook couldn’t breathe for a moment from how deep the man’s dimples were.“Good morning, this is Com 480, Communication Ethics.  Professor Lee is still on leave for the next week, I’m Namjoon, his TA.”The man – Namjoon – rattled on about the class but Jungkook couldn’t hear anything above the rushing in his ears as he sucked in a harsh breath.  Swallowing hard, he turned toward Taehyung, who stared back at him, his jaw lax.Staring down at his desk as he tried to collect his thoughts, Jungkook fumbled with the note that Taehyung slid onto his desk                                             It’s f@ck@ng Papi!!!By the end of the next hour, he and Taehyung were a mess.  Squirming in his seat far too much, Jungkook could not focus on a single thing Namjoon said.  What he could focus on was the sound of his voice and the shape of his ass in his black slacks.When classes ended, Taehyung hurriedly whispered, “What do we do?”“I think…I think we should talk to him,” Jungkook said and then added with a smirk, “That’s what he told us, isn’t it?”Taehyung pressed his lips together to hide his excited grin and they quickly gathered their things, slowly approaching the front as the classroom emptied.  Taehyung clung to his hand, and it grounded him even as his heart raced.“Hi, there,” Namjoon said with a smile as they neared.  “What can I do for you?”His stomach clenched and Taehyung breathed, “F@ck…” under his breath.  Just as Namjoon’s brow creased in confusion, Jungkook cleared his throat.“Papi—”  Namjoon’s eyes widened, gaze dancing around the room as if to make sure they were alone.  “I’m little one and this is baby boy.”Namjoon’s eyes darted between them, his shock obvious.  Rubbing his face harshly with his hands, Namjoon dropped them in defeat.  “What do you want to not say anything?”Both he and Taehyung jerked back in surprise.  “What?” Taehyung said.  “We don’t want anything, we just recognized your voice.”“This is a f@ck@ng nightmare,” Namjoon said under his breath as he closed his eyes.  Then he took a deep breath and opened them.  “Look, you could destroy my career if you say anything.”Jungkook met Taehyung’s stricken gaze for a moment and then turned back to Namjoon.  “We would never do that.  You’ve been nothing but kind and generous to us.”Taking another slow breath, Namjoon’s gaze landed on their intertwined hands.  Raising his eyes, his dimples appeared as he smiled softly.  “I see you two talked.”“Thanks to you,” Taehyung said.  “I just want you to know how much you helped me—”“And me,” Jungkook interjected.Taehyung smiled over at Jungkook and then said to Namjoon, “You’ve helped us both.  And now we’re happy and in love.”His dimples deepened and Namjoon put his hands in his pants’ pockets.  “I’m so glad you both figured everything out.”Mustering courage, Jungkook voiced what had been rattling in his mind since Namjoon had spoken at the beginning of class.  “Can we still call you?”“Oh, yes,” Taehyung said excitedly.  “We were just talking about you and how much we love when you—”“Whoa, hold on,” Namjoon said, his eyes darting around the empty room.  Quieter, Namjoon said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.  I’m the TA of one of your classes—”“We’ll drop it,” Jungkook said, and Taehyung nodded enthusiastically beside him.  “We don’t need the credit, we’ll transfer to another class.”Namjoon let out a harsh breath.  “F@ck, yes, please.  I don’t think I could handle you two in one of my classes.  If I’m not the TA of any of your classes and you’ll keep my night job to yourself…then, yeah, you can call me.”They chatted for a few more minutes before Jungkook squeezed Taehyung’s hand gently.  “We better go…but maybe we can call you on Friday?”Taehyung smiled.  “We’ll definitely need help relaxing after the first week of school.”Namjoon tried to hide his smile, but his dimples gave him away.  “Get out of here, you two…but yeah, you can call on Friday.”  As they turned to leave, Namjoon called out to them.  “Hold on, now that you’re not just faceless people on the other end of the phone, I feel like I need to be upfront with you.  My boyfriend sometimes listens while I work…if it bothers you…”Jungkook had to swallow down the moan that bubbled in his chest, Taehyung closing his eyes beside him with a furrowed brow and a sigh.  “No, that actually…” Jungkook began.Opening his eyes, Taehyung said, “That’s actually something we’d really be into.”Namjoon grinned.  “Perfect.  Talk to you on Friday…but don’t forget to drop the class.”“We’ll go do that right now,” Jungkook said, and they turned to walk out of the lecture hall. As soon as they were in the hall, Taehyung leaned closer to whisper in his ear, “I’m so f@ck@ng hard.  Wanna go to the 8th floor stairwell of Social Sciences?”“F@ck, yes,” Jungkook said, taking his hand as they strode down the hall.  Halting suddenly, Jungkook wheeled Taehyung around and pulled him into his arms.  “I love you, baby boy.”Taehyung smiled and whispered, “I love you, little one.”'
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