TAEKOOK IS NOT REAL (Right?) (18+) COMPLETE

PART 5

"They are the same person, just with a different name."

That's how Namjoon once called Taehyung and Jungkook.

Is it a surprise then that at the very same moment that Jungkook's thoughts went astray, Taehyung's followed? Jungkook's smooth fingers grip around Taehyung's neck and stall among the bubbles as if testing their fit, that very second Taehyung's mind is in the gutter, too.

The tender, caring caresses tingle against his skin, flaming his insides until a mere slide of fingers at his nape is enough for his mind to explode with images of sweaty entangling bodies. Thoughts of the kiss hit Taehyung like a shock wave and he can't stop thinking about the way Jungkook held him, wielded him... possessed him. Taehyung can feel the warmth on his cheeks and hopes Jungkook doesn't notice.

Suddenly very aware of his own nudity and Jungkook's closeness, Taehyung leans forward, leaning an elbow against the wall. He tries to breathe, hoping the subtle movement will create enough distance between them for him to snap out of it...He searches for something else to think about and dance steps from earlier flood his mind. For a moment he finds peace until all he can see is the painfully sexy hip movements of the figure in black repeated like a broken record. It's too easy to connect that movement with the rhythmic massaging of the fingers and the man right behind him, gripping his neck. Taehyung swallows.

The only noises in the little shower cubicle are occasional drops of water and the soft, lathering sounds of Jungkook's hands moving on Taehyung's shoulders, neck and hair. It feels good. Taehyung relaxes into it, allows himself the pleasure.

When the moan escapes without permission, it sounds incredibly loud, shaking Taehyung to his core. Heat blooms on his cheeks and instantly he worries that Jungkook will see through his thoughts like he so often seems to. Panic slides up his spine... perhaps this wasn't such a good idea?

Just when Taehyung is trying to figure out an excuse to leave, shampoo intervenes, stinging in his eye and all hell breaks loose. Before Taehyung even understands what's happening, he's struggling against Jungkook's fierce grip, slipping and sliding on the soapy floor of the tiny cubicle.

"What the hell, Jungkook?!"

The reason for Jungkook's weirdness becomes very clear the second Taehyung finally escapes the grip imprisoning him and slams against the hard body... there is no mistaking the thick rod sliding snugly in between his ass cheeks.

"Ohh..." Taehyung gasps, his head spinning, his heart is beating so hard in his chest that he's sure it's going to fly away at any moment. All he can hear is the raspy, fast breathing of Jungkook in his ear. The moment extends...

Is this really happening? Taehyung thinks, a little separated from himself. Soft and fluid.

In the little dim cave of the shower cubicle, it's easy to forget reality and the worries that come with it. Taehyung realises somewhere in the back of his mind that this is another Significant Moment, another point of no return and just like the kiss, he feels helpless against the pull, the attraction.

Breath shaking, Taehyung is aware of his every little move when he switches the shower on just to rinse his eyes.

The silence after he switches the water off again, is deafening.

Taehyung is the first to admit that he's never been too good at avoiding temptations... having fun and enjoying life are his way, after all. Despite his brain shouting at him to be sensible, his body pushes back without permission, squishing deeply against Jungkook's crotch with a subtle, soft grind.