Enemies

9. You are doing something to my heart.

"Why don't you like me Taehyung?"

Taehyung has no particular answer to his question, why should he like him? and how do he know whether TAehyung likes him or not ?

" Don't assume things Jungkook" he sighed.

" Who said that I don't like you? You are young and talented , I admire you alot for that-" he got interrupted when Jungkook suddenly leaned forward clutching Taehyung's collor.

" Are you kidding me? Am I looking like a joke to you?" his anger rushed face was so red in that blue and yellow themed lightings.

Taehyung isn't a kid to get confused, he knows, very well.

the anger filled frustrated man infront of him is an open book.

" What are you expecting from a straight man? huh to say something corny?" taehyung pulled the gripping hand of jungkoook off  his collor.

" ask your dick about  your orientation, it's tenting up all the way when you are around me and who knows it might be twitching inside whenver I touched you." he said while looking at Taehyung's pants.

" I"ll get going -" he stood up from couch and about to move but got held by wrist .

" like this? you will get embarassed dude, let me help you" Jungkook pulled him into his lap.

"I don't need anyone's help, let go" Taehyung wiggled from his grip.

Jungkook created the gap in between his thighs and let Taehyung settled on couch in between  his legs.

His one hand was gripping Taehyung's chest from under his arms while another hand placed on his bulge.

" Tae~ don't hesitate let me help you...like a dude helps each other ...won't you?" Jungkook whispered in his ears.

" I never took any dude's help, mind you and let go off me" Taehyung sounded anger , ofcourse it's uncomfortable for him both physically and mentally, he feels dominated by the latter.

" shusshhh.... do you think I offer this to every guy? naah you are something special, that makes me go crazy... you are doing something to my heart , Tae~

Jungkook's pov:- 

He was wiggling like an angry cat in my arms, dude isn't that skinnny weakling  but why can't he get out of my grip? am I that muscular monster?!!!!

I don't want to waste my time with words... I slowly rubbed his clothed dick, looking huge bulge.

" are you not wearing underwear? why it looks so obvious" I whispered in return got hit by his elbow in my stomach, bloody punk , he's not that weak, I almost got choked.

I slowly unzipped his pants , shockingly he wasn't pushing my hand which is doing naughty things but he kept acting like he was struggling to loose my grip of other hand.

I smiled...such a nasty pervet, didn't he wanted me to jerk him off? and acting all like he don't.

" oh wearing an underwear... then it must be a big one" I teased.

I pulled off his pants and boxers and his big boy sprung out like he got some freedom.

it looked thick and long sizzling....very red .

" are you any crossbreed...why your dick looks pink you motherfucker " I couldn't hold myself.

He slapped me, why though? for calling him names? nevermind.

I adjusted my jaw, don't know why but whatever he does he still gets all my attention...cute bastard.

I took his length in my hands, not gonna like I got some saliva in my mouth...his thing is mouth watering...indeed.