I'm Here

7

Jungkook woke up, head pounding, but overall not as bad as it should be. He and Taehyung had certainly accomplished their mission last night. They got hammered.

At some point they left the party, unable to find any of their friends in their drunken state. They ambled back to their own apartment, where Taehyung ordered Jungkook to drink water and eat pretzels with him. If it hadn't been for that, Jungkook figured he'd be feeling a hell of a lot worse right now.

After stuffing their faces, they somehow managed to get to their individual rooms. Jungkook even managed to put sweatpants on like a champ. He was just about to pass out when he heard Taehyung from the other room.

"Kookie!"

Jungkook groaned, putting his hands over his ears. "I can't hear you!"

"Kook!"

Jungkook went to Taehyung's room and threw the first thing he could find at the elder's head.

"Hey! What did my beanie ever do to you?" Taehyung asked, sitting on his bed in just boxers and an oversized shirt.

"Sleep. Now." Jungkook hoped he sounded as stern as he was trying to be, but sleep was threatening to take him any moment now.

"Kook, I want to snuggle."

"No, Tae. Sleep!"

"Yes, sleep! But first snuggle. I used to have Shireen but she found someone better than me. Oh, god. Did you find someone better too? Is that why you don't want to snuggle?" Taehyung pouted, looking up at him with big eyes.

"Okay, okay." Jungkook flipped off the light and laid down next to Taehyung. He pulled the covers up around them, and before he knew it, the other boy's arm and leg were thrown over his torso.

"Who's a koala now?" Taehyung asked, words slow from alcohol and exhaustion.

"You, Tae. You're still the koala."

Jungkook, now awake, found Taehyung to be in essentially the same position. His arm was wrapped around Jungkook's bare stomach, head resting on both his arm and chest. His leg was right over Jungkook's pelvis.

Jungkook looked down at his sleeping friend and truly looked at him, something he never really did. Taehyung was beautiful. It was as simple as that. He even had a tiny freckle on the tip of his nose, which Jungkook never realized. It was cute.

He let Taehyung sleep, not wanting to wake him up too soon. He had been through a lot the last couple of days, and deserved a chance to sleep in before classes resumed tomorrow. Jungkook put one hand on Taehyung's back while the other stroked his hair. He had a tough time comforting his friend with words, but hopefully these actions counted for something. Even with Taehyung fast asleep.

His hand unconsciously dipped down to trace Taehyung's eyebrows, which were full and straight. His skin was smooth, he found, as his fingers outlined his nose and lips. And his neck was still red, peppered with spots that Jungkook had created.

He didn't know why, but seeing Taehyung with his hickeys on his neck did something weird to him. It was like Jungkook owned Taehyung. That he was telling the world to stay away, that Taehyung was his. Of course, he never had the intention of doing that to his friend. But now, seeing the marks all over Taehyung, it made him want to leave more.

His other hand, rubbing circles on Taehyung's back, roamed lower. Roamed to the thick material of Taehyung's boxers, roamed right on top of his firm ass. Jungkook squeezed lightly, smirking as he found his statement from yesterday to be very true. Taehyung's ass was definitely more toned than Chloe's.

Taehyung mumbled in his sleep, nuzzling more into Jungkook's chest. He also pushed his hips up, slightly grinding into Jungkook's leg. The action caused Taehyung's own thigh to move, right on top of Jungkook's dick.

The younger froze, small shadows of guilt creeping up on him. He definitely should not be doing this. This was wrong despite any curiosity he harbored.

But why was he curious?

Jungkook was confident enough in his sexuality to know any intrigue linked back to Taehyung was just that - intrigue. There were no feelings, no attraction, nothing like that at all. He was attracted to girls, and girls alone.

Tae was just . . .

He didn't know what Taehyung was.

Jungkook traced his hand up and down the elder's back, trying to figure out what the hell he was doing. Soothing a friend in his sleep? Lulling him into deeper dreams? It certainly didn't seem like that.

There was a need to feel Taehyung more. There was the desire to fill his hands with Taehyung's ass, to feel the bare skin of his body.

What. The. Fuck.

He knew he should push Taehyung off of him. He knew he should get up and go back to his own room, because his thoughts were taking him down an unknown road.

But somehow - maybe to torment Jungkook, he didn't know - Taehyung rolled himself more onto the younger's body. Their hips were almost flush against each other's, and there was a noticeable bulge in the elder's shorts.

How the hell did he managed to do this to his friend two mornings in a row? Yeah, he was slightly proud he could get Taehyung's body to respond, but he really shouldn't be congratulating himself for that right now.

His hand stopped its caressing of Taehyung's back and stopped to rest right on the elder's hip. But he wanted to put his hand somewhere else, somewhere more plump and round and -

What. The. Fuck.

Just thinking about Taehyung's ass was turning him on, and his hips involuntarily thrusted upwards. His dick rubbed right against Taehyung's, providing amazing friction that made him suppress a moan.

The raging hormones he often woke up with were slowly rising about, making him more horny by the second. He really needed to go to his own room and take care of his arousal before he did something stupid.

But then, testing Jungkook's limited restraint, Taehyung's hips thrusted against him once more. The younger's head tilted back into the pillows, absolutely loving the feeling and craving more. He remained silent for a moment, monitoring Taehyung's breathing . . . he appeared asleep.

Did Taehyung always grind against things when he was asleep? Was he asleep?

As a test, Jungkook squeezed Taehyung's ass again, causing a small moan to come from the elder. Maybe he always moaned in his sleep? Maybe he was having a particularly exciting dream?

They were both getting harder as this whole scenario continued; Jungkook because of his twisted thoughts and Taehyung because of his occasional thrusts. At a couple points, Jungkook thrusted back, meeting the elder's strokes, but the guilt came back to him again.

This was wrong. Very, very wrong.

He couldn't use his friend for his own pleasure. He couldn't touch him like this without him knowing. It was wrong. He'd stop and hope Taehyung's boner would eventually go away.

Yes, that was a good plan. Before he could even remove his hand from Taehyung's body, a low, deep voice pierced the silence.

"Why did you stop?"