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Taehyung and Jeongguk are the Two Straightest Bois on the planet. Out of everyone on this beautiful planet called earth, these two are the most Heterosexual Bros to ever bro. Anyone who ever questions this undeniable truth is shut down immediately, lectured until they see the error of their ways.
“Man, Jeongguk and I are just, like, we’re on the same wavelength. Y’know, we see a hot girl, we gotta hype each other up. Gukkie’s shy, so as my duty of his best friend, I need to instill some confidence in him, right. So maybe I’ll tell him he’s hot, but only because he needs to believe it to get girls, you feel? Totally straight.” Taehyung tells this to a very disbelieving Namjoon and Yoongi.
“I like pussy.” Jeongguk helpfully chimes in, backing Taehyung’s 100% truthful argument. Taehyung nods fiercely.
Namjoon runs his hand down his face. “Thank you for that, Jeongguk.” He still has a look of confusion and disbelief evident on his face, and Taehyung is not having it.
“Namjoon, it’s a totally normal thing to do. It’s just a little support for my bro. Some hypotheticals. Like if I was gay, I would be on my knees sucking his dick right now. If I was gay, I would fuck the fuck out of him-” Namjoon makes a pained noise at that, scarred for life. He’s sure he’s going to have fucking war flashbacks by the end of this.
“-but I am not gay, so it is perfectly okay for me to tell him these things. Just two bros being bros.”
Jeongguk nods again from where he’s sitting. “Yeah, I would never go anywhere near Taehyung’s dick.” He says this very seriously, eyes big and searing.
“Never.” Taehyung clarifies in an I told you so voice.
Yoongi snorts. “Let it go, Joon.”
Namjoon puts his face in his hands and screams.
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Here is the opinion: Jeongguk is attractive, endearing, and has hot as fuck muscles. He could most definitely pick Taehyung up and fuck him against the wall.
Here is the fact: Taehyung can think whatever he wants of his best bro, as long as he doesn’t act on his thoughts, because he is Straight. These kinds of thoughts are allowed.
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Their friendship starts like this:
Taehyung is 7 and Jeongguk is 5 at water polo practice, because apparently teaching your children to drown each other at a young age is a Good Idea. Taehyung, being six years old and still innocent and kind, hates water polo. He doesn’t like the idea of having to splash or hold someone under water or poking his friends eyes out. Because of this, he is in Bronze, a group considered low for his age. Jeongguk, being five years old and innocent and not having any world experience thinks that winning is the most fun he could ever have, and that drowning a fellow teammate might be a small price to pay for victory. Because of this, he is placed in Bronze, a group considered high for his age. Normally, this would mean that the two of them would not become friends.
Nothing about them is normal. They become inseparable after Jeongguk gives Taehyung a part of his snack, some shitty protein bar that has chocolate in it, as an apology for scratching his cheek. They talk about anime, and fifteen years later, they still haven’t stopped talking (much to the chagrin of their friends).
Years of friendship and dumb ideas have bonded them together like Flexseal might bond a boat that was sawed in half. Stronger than glue. Taehyung was there for Jeongguk when the younger got his first girlfriend, and he was also there when said girlfriend broke up with him. He was there to comfort 15 year old Jeongguk with anime and shitty vodka.
Jeongguk was there when Taehyung got his license, and he was still there when Taehyung smashed it into his mailbox. He showed up with a roll of duct tape and a look of determination set in his eyes. Granted, his parents still found out and almost killed him, but it’s the thought that counts. (Should’ve brought the Flexseal)
And now, at ages 19 and 21, they are still best friends.
Taehyung and Jeongguk have been asked if they were dating multiple times. Most of the time, the people don’t even ask them, they just assume.
Like if they’re at the grocery store and the cashier goes “aww, I wish my boyfriend would cook me dinner like this. He just gets me takeout.” They’ve given up trying to correct her. It’s because their bond is so genuine and sincere, that people just tend to think that they’re a couple. Jeongguk understands, because if he was gay, he would date the fuck out of Kim Taehyung.
Or maybe they’ll be at a swim meet and someone will ask where Jeongguk is, leading to Taehyung announcing that he sees his “muscular bod”.
But honestly, they’re probably soulmates. Not the romantic type, but the platonic type. Best friends. It’s because of his confidence in his sexuality that he can talk about how nice Jeongguk’s rock hard abs are, and how he would let him strangle him with his thighs, but only if he was gay, which he’s not. At all.
So yes, they get asked if they’re in a relationship a lot. It just normally doesn’t interfere with getting girls.
Taehyung’s been talking to this girl all night, and he had been certain that she was in to him. She was showing all the signs, laughing just a little too hard, leaning into him when they danced. When he leans in for the kill, a cliched little “wanna get out of here?” he’s more than a little shocked.
She ends up laughing again, but pulls away. “No, don’t want your boyfriend mad at me. You two are cute together.” And then, and then, she has the audacity to walk away and ignore Taehyung’s cry of “we aren’t together!”
This happens two more times throughout the night, and by the last time, he’s frustrated and tired and ready to go home. He finds Jeongguk easily enough, looking shook as he talks to Namjoon. He taps him twice, asks if they can go, and that’s that. They walk home from the shitty frat party. Jeongguk still has the same confused look on his face.
“You good?” Taehyung asks when they get to their shared apartment. Jeongguk looks up in surprise, eyes wide, as if he didn’t think his best friend of literally fifteen years would be able to notice something was off.
“Yeah, why?”
“You have that look on your face. No, don’t squint at me, you know the look I’m talking about- yes that one. Why do you look so shook.”
The younger flops back on Taehyung’s bed, making some intense eye contact with the ceiling. “It’s nothing, man. It’s just like, this group of like five girls came up to talk to me, and they were like giggly and all over me, dude, it was insane. I thought I was getting fucking lucky, but then this once chick goes ‘man, it must be so nice to be dating Tae! Tell me, what’s it like?’ and then all of her friends were convinced that we were dating.” Jeongguk sighs, eyes closing. “And it just sucks man, ‘cause I haven’t jacked off in a month because I’ve been so fucking stressed over passing my classes and I was really looking forward to getting some tonight.” The sad thing is that he actually looks torn up over this, like it’s the worst thing that has ever happened to him. So maybe that’s why Taehyung makes the suggestion. Yeah, that’s why.
“We could jack off together.”
It’s not like he actually wants to see Jeongguk’s cock, he’s just being a bro. The younger sits up rather quickly. “I mean, I have some weed left over, and we could watch porn on my laptop. No big deal.”
Jeongguk considers this for a minute, then rolls his eyes and nods. “Yeah, it’s no big deal. I know the truth, bro. You just wanna see the Jeoncock.” He’s joking, but he still looks hesitant and doubtful. Taehyung scoffs. “Probably nothing to see.” He raises his pinkie finger for emphasis, and successfully dodges the pillow being chucked at him.
“You want the weed?” Taehyung can’t look at Jeongguk. He doesn’t even know why he’s offering it, not like he’s even in the mood to smoke. Jeongguk seems to share his opinion and shakes his head. “‘M fine.”
He pulls up a browser on his laptop, opening the site he has bookmarked and just clicking on a random video on the homepage. He glances up to see Jeongguk’s reaction, but his eyes are focused solely on the screen. He shrugs and settles in, tugging his jeans and boxers off. Jeongguk makes a choking noise. “Bro, what are you doing?”
“Taking my pants off?”
“But bro-”
“We are about to jack off, man. Our pants are gonna have to come off eventually. It’s chill, just two bros with their dicks out.”
Jeongguk manages a weak chuckle. “I guess.” He shimmies his pants off nonetheless, tossing his pants on the ground next to the bed.
Taehyung presses play and some cheesy intro starts playing, some girl that can’t pay for pizza so she has to fuck the delivery boy for payment. Original. Jeongguk’s chewing on his lip, thumb tracing his lower stomach mindlessly. It gets tense once the fucking actually begins. He starts to get hard when the moans start, and he can’t help but glance over at Jeongguk to see if he’s in a similar position to him. He is. Tae bites his lip at the sight, tearing his eyes away quickly as if to erase the fact the he was ogling his best friends dick. They’re both hard, watching porn.They’re gonna have to touch themselves eventually. It’s just that neither of them want to be the first. It’s another 3 minutes of torture before he’s whispering fuck it and grabbing his dick.
He barely manages to bite back his groan at the contact, relief spreading through him as he starts to stroke himself. He spots Jeongguk looking at him out of the corner of his eye, but he refuses to acknowledge it.
That is, until Jeongguk starts fucking whimpering. It’s obvious that he’s trying to bite back his moans, but he’s doing a bad job of it, little moans and whines slipping out through his teeth. And Taehyung should not be affected at all by this. Should not find his breathless moans or the sight of his hand on his dick hot at all. But he can’t pretend to ignore this, or the fact that he’s getting harder at the sight of his best friend looking so fucked out, one hand sneaking up his shirt to play with his nipples.
He can’t deny it, because it’s hot as fuck.
“Guk,” He manages, voice raspy. “Are you touching your nipples?” Jeongguk freezes, as if caught, before relaxing and continuing. “So-so what if I am?” His voice cracks halfway through.
Taehyung shrugs. “Nothing, you look like the type of guy to have sensitive nipples, ‘s all.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes as best he can through his heavy lids.
“Yeah, fuck you, too.” It doesn’t come out as an insult.
“Guk,” Taehyung starts again, and his mind is telling him that this is a fucking awful idea, to shut the fuck up, but he keeps talking. “Guk, can I-” he licks his lips, trying to work up the nerve. “Can I touch you?” He meets Jeongguk’s eyes with his own, and Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, just moves his hand off of his dick. When he reaches out to hesitantly grip the base, Jeongguk doesn’t do anything but give a nod and push his shirt off his broad shoulders so that he can freely work both nipples. Taehyung starts stroking, and it’s quiet for a couple seconds, before Jeongguk’s reaching out his own hand to wrap around his larger one. “T-tighter.” He chokes out, watching their hands move in sync, before throwing his head back, jaw slack. “F-fuck, Tae, just like that. Shit, man, you’ve got such nice hands. So fuckin' nice man, can’t believe it.” Jeongguk gets loose lipped when he’s feeling good, praises and curses flowing freely, hips bucking up easily. He whines, long and low, when Taehyung removes his hand, hips chasing after him. His eyes open lazily to look for Taehyung, and fuck. The elder swallows heavily.
“Can I try something?” Jeongguk looks so good like this, fucked out and flushed, eyes pitch black and lidded. He nods, breathes out a please, Tae, and fuck. That’s so, so hot.
He lays back down flat, pulling Jeongguk along with him so that he rests half on top of him before lining their dicks up. He spits in one large hand before wrapping it around both of them. The friction is delicious like this, and there’s something so satisfying about it. Taehyung will later tell himself it’s the ego boost that he gets from seeing their size difference, but he knows it’s not that. Jeongguk’s a mess on top of him, slumping down on top of him and moaning so prettily. At one point he sucks three of Taehyung’s long fingers into his mouth, slurping on them as if he were sucking cock and it takes a lot of effort for him not to come at that visual. Jeongguk eventually takes them out of his mouth and presses them to his nipple, encouraging Tae to rub circles into the nub while Jeongguk plays with the other one.
It’s a haze of pleasure, overwhelming and yet not enough. Jeongguk comes first, and the visual and sounds are enough to make Taehyung come only moments later.
They both lay there, Jeongguk boneless on top of a fucked out Taehyung, until the older boys vision finally clears and he gently rolls the dead weight on top of him to the side. Jeongguk whines, reaching out for Tae, but then he’s shushing the younger and wiping him off with a stray t-shirt. He collapses after, sprawling out his long limbs over Jeongguk.
And that’s that.
They don’t talk about it. Jeongguk leaves early the morning after, having an 8 AM class. Taehyung stresses himself out until the younger returns to the dorm with a burger and a donut for his best friend. Neither one mention the incident, but it weighs heavily on both of their minds. Taehyung can’t stop thinking about how pliant and fucking submissive Jeongguk had gotten, how hot he had been. And he’s extremely confused. He’s not gay, he still finds girls attractive and just as alluring as they’d been before, but he can’t help but notice guys now, too. He watches gay porn once just for the hell of it, and still finds that he’s turned on. He googles it one night, finds that he could be bisexual. He has no problem with it, but he keeps it to himself anyways. He doesn’t want to bother Jeongguk, who he assumes has forgotten about their sexual endeavours.
(Jeongguk has not forgotten about it. He's just amazing at hiding his feelings)
Three weeks later finds Jeongguk hanging upside down off the side of his bed and the elder curled around his favorite pillow while some shitty Netflix movie plays in the background.
“Tae?”
He gets a grunt in response.
“What do you think anal feels like?” Jeongguk’s been thinking about this for a while, and who better to ask than his older, wiser friend?
“Like normal sex, just like, tighter. And less convenient.” Taehyung sighs this from somewhere above him, as if remembering something.
“No, I mean for the girl. Like, does it actually feel good for them? Or do they just not get anything from it?”
Taehyung doesn’t respond, so Jeongguk keeps talking.
“I imagine that it feels a lot like taking a massive dump, only in reverse.” Jeongguk ponders out loud, talking to himself more than Tae.
“I, I dunno, Guk. I’ve never been on the receiving end because I’m not gay, y’know.”
Jeongguk hums in agreement. They sit there in a comfortable silence for a couple minutes, but Jeongguk can practically feel the nervous energy radiating from Taehyung. He doesn’t say anything, figures that he’ll hear whatever it is that has the other man so on edge in a minute.
Eventually that minute passes, and Taehyung’s speaking up. “We could try it, if you want.” It’s mumbled, so quiet Jeongguk barely catches it.
“R-really? Are you sure?” Jeongguk didn’t hear right. There’s no way.
Taehyung clears his throat. “Yeah, why not. Just because you’re curious and stuff. It’s not gay, we’re just like, trying shit out.”
Jeongguk feels light headed, but it might be because he’s still hanging upside down off the bed. He grunts. “Yeah, Tae. Totally straight. Just bros being bros.”
They lie there for a minute until Taehyung sits straight up, slamming the lid of his laptop shut. The cheesy music playing from the movie is cut off. “Well, I’m gonna go buy some lube. Gukkie, go clean your ass. You can use my soap if you want.” Taehyung’s up and out of the room so fast Jeongguk’s head spins. Again, it could be because he’s still upside down. He really needs to sit up. He stares at the closed door for a minute, confusion settled over him like a thick blanket.
Did his best friend just offer to fuck him? And he was okay with it? This train of thought is followed by a why am I cleaning my ass? He answers this one by using google. It’s not gay and romantic and shit. It’s just Tae being a considerate best bro. Lit.
He washes his ass anyways, and he’s just chilling on the bed when Taehyung bursts through the door with multiple bottles of lube in his arms.
“I’m back!” He sings, launching himself onto the bed. Jeongguk groans and rolls over, narrowly avoiding being squished.
“Man, why’d you bring-” He pauses to count because to be real, math is not his strong suit, “7 bottles of lube?”
Taehyung grins, boxy and blinding. “I figured we could do a taste test if we get bored. Like hey, if we’re in the middle of an apocalypse and there’s no food, we at least know the right lube to eat.” Let it be known that Taehyung says this with a straight face.
Jeongguk stares back, horrified. “What. The. Fuck. You cannot eat lube to sustain yourself. There’s no protein, or carbs. How the hell…” Jeongguk shakes his head, scandalized. “Never mind, we can taste them later. Right now can we…” He’s about to ask if they can fuck, but then he realizes that that could imply that he’s desperate, and he Is Not Desperate for his best friends cock. At all.
Taehyung, bless his soul, seems to know what Jeongguk’s getting at. “Right. Okay, pants off, hands and knees.”
Jeongguk has no problem taking his pants off. The other thing, however.
“I’m not getting on my fucking knees for you, Tae.”
Taehyung shrugs. “That’s how I always do it for the girls I’ve been with. Easier access.”
Jeongguk glares. “Do I look like one of your girls?”
The elder seems to hold back a smart comment that would probably end with Jeongguk throwing him out of a window. He waves a dismissive hand instead. “Fine. On your back.”
And if Jeongguk gets the tiniest shiver from how deep and commanding Taehyung’s voice is, he doesn’t acknowledge it. He figures it’s nerves, or anticipation. He is definitely not turned on from his best friend’s voice. Definitely not. He is Straight.
He does a weird backwards crab walk until he makes it to the head of the bed, where he flops onto his back. He wriggles out of his shorts as an afterthought at the amused eyebrow Tae raises.
Neither of them speak as Jeongguk lays there naked, so naturally he feels slightly uncomfortable.
“Ta-da!” He yells, flinging his arms and legs out, and then immediately cringing and regretting his life decisions. Oh well. It manages to get a chuckle from the other man, who whispers something about him being an idiot. Oh well, he’s not wrong.
“So do I just go for it?” Taehyung looks contemplative, eyebrows drawing together as his tongue sticks out. It’s a good look. Jeongguk swallows and forces himself to stare straight at the ceiling. “Yeah, I guess.” His voice may or may not crack, no one will ever know.
Tae grunts in acknowledgement before grabbing a bottle of lube from the bed and immediately pouring some directly onto Jeongguk’s ass. It’s very unappreciated.
“Shit, Tae! ‘s fucking cold, bro.” It’s wet and slimy and not the most pleasant. He only shifts his gaze from the ceiling when he hears a low laugh from below him. Of course his best friend would find his suffering amusing. Evil fucker.
“Sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry. Although he looks hyper-focused on Jeongguk’s ass, so he probably didn’t register why he should be sorry in the first place. He traces a finger around Jeongguk’s rim, never pushing in, just lightly rubbing. And it feels weird. A little tingly, maybe a little nice, but he can’t really tell. He’s tense with anticipation, half wanting to get it over with, half dreading it.
This continues for a few seconds, until Tae slowly starts to ease a finger into him. Jeongguk squirms at the unfamiliar sensation, clenching so hard that the elder has to stop for a moment.
“Guk, you need to relax a little.” Taehyung says this in a soothing tone, and it pisses Jeongguk off for some reason. He knows he has to relax, knows that it’ll make it easier, doesn’t need anyone to tell him this. He grits his teeth.
“Yeah, I know that. It’s just hard when you’re about to have your fingers up my ass.” Jeongguk snaps a little bit, but luckily his best friend seems unaffected.
“Do I need to suck your dick to get you to relax?” Okay, what. “I mean, I’ve said I would before and I was joking but like, I could do it? If it would help, that is.” Jeongguk doesn’t respond, brain still struggling to process that. His eyes almost roll back at the visual his mind digs up, of Taehyung between his legs with his cock in between his lips, sucking so prettily- He blinks. Nope. Not today, Satan. “It’s really not a big deal, you’ve got a pretty nice dick.”
“N-no, Tae. Don’t put your mouth anywhere near my dick, bro. You’ll probably bite it off.” This gets a snicker from him. He clicks his tongue. “Got it.”
Jeongguk eventually relaxes enough that Taehyung can slip a finger in. And it’s, wow. It’s very weird, a tad uncomfortable.
“How’s it feel?” Taehyung’s head is resting on Jeongguk’s thigh, one hand under his chin to prop himself up. He looks way too casual.
“Like I’ve got a finger in my ass.” Jeongguk shrinks under the glare he gets. “No, I’m serious. That’s literally what it feels like.” Taehyung sighs and rolls his eyes, but he’s fighting a smile.
Taehyung starts pumping the one finger in and out, and Jeongguk just lays back and tries to get used to the feeling. It’s not necessarily bad, and he thinks it has the potential to feel good. He’s so lost in his own thoughts that he nearly jumps a foot in the air when he feels a hand on his cock.
“T-Tae, what-” He doesn’t finish because he has to choke back a moan. There’s no way he’s giving his best friend the satisfaction. Doesn’t even matter that they’ve done this before, they’ve made the mutual decision to ignore it.
“Your dick’s hanging there like a limp rope. I think it would be a little more enjoyable if you were hard.” And yeah, maybe he’s got a point. But he’s still got at least a little bit of his pride left, so he tries his hardest to pretend like he isn’t affected. He totally is.
“It’s too dry.” Because Taehyung’s hands are nice and big and warm, but they’re also callused and rough and manly, and Jeongguk does not want his dick to chafe.
The warmth is gone for a second, and then it’s back but 10 times better than before. His hand's all slick to help with the glide, and yeah, so maybe Jeongguk’s starting to get a little hard. That has everything to do with his being a man in his prime, and nothing to do with Taehyung’s skilled hands. Absolutely nothing. (except, maybe everything)
It starts to feel good sometime between him getting fully hard and Taehyung adding a second finger. It still feels weird and unnatural, but he’s getting a kind of weird satisfaction from feeling the elder’s long fingers drag against his walls. He’s trying out different angles, curling them and bending them and he must know what he’s doing because he hits something that has Jeongguk jolting and crying out.
“F-fuck, ah, Tae. Right-” He cuts himself off with another moan, hands flying to the sheets in an attempt to anchor himself. He glances down at Taehyung, who is looking like a fucking vision between his legs. He grins up at him. “Right there?” He asks, curling his fingers again. Jeongguk has to throw his head back as his jaw hangs open, lost in the pleasure. He nods mindlessly.
“Yeah, Tae, feels so, so good. Ah, don’t stop.” So yeah, maybe he’s getting into it now. He starts rolling his hips to meet Taehyung’s thrusts, essentially fucking himself down on his fingers. His eyelids are heavy and his head feels light and swimmy. He’s lost all sense of shame, gasps of Tae and light curses falling from his mouth repeatedly. He has to yank the hand off of his dick when he feels like he’s getting close, because he wants to come just from Taehyung’s fingers. So what if it’s a little fucked up, it feels amazing.
It’s a few more minutes and he’s sure he’s going to come, his thighs are tensing around the others shoulders, back arching and fingers twisting in the sheets, when the blinding pleasure is ripped away from him. Fucking evil bastard forces him to go through his orgasm dry, fingers clamped tightly around the base of his cock.
“Bro, why?” He whines, and he feels frustrated and very close to tears. He belatedly realizes that the fingers inside of him are still moving, and he’s torn between cringing away from the over-sensitivity and leaning into it. Doesn’t matter because the fingers still. He glances down to see Taehyung glaring up at him in mild disgust.
“Don’t call me bro while I have my fingers up your ass, Guk. What even.” Jeongguk lets out a frustrated whine, moving his hips slowly against Taehyung. “But I was so close,” He gives up when Tae takes his fingers out completely.
“Fine,” He huffs, “What do you want me to call you. Sir?” He raises his eyebrows mockingly. “Master?”
Taehyung pretends to consider this. “Well, if you insist, I wouldn’t mind daddy-” He grins sadistically when Jeongguk pretends to gag, shouting 'gross' at him.
“Man, that is the worst kink to have. I just, ew.”
The elder laughs and smacks his thigh lightly. “Don’t kink shame, Guk. Anyways, can I try something?”
Jeongguk eyes him cautiously. “What thing?”
“Kinda wanna eat you out. Never done it before so I figure if we’re already trying this, why not?”
Jeongguk scrunches his nose. “You mean like- you wanna put your tongue in my- you-”
“Your ass, Guk. I wanna put my tongue in your ass. You cleaned, right?”
“Well, yeah, but-”
“Then what’s the problem?” Taehyung seems like he genuinely wants to stick his tongue in his ass, and who is he to deprive him?
“No problem, I guess. Have fun.”
And now Taehyung’s grinning ear to ear like a kid on Christmas morning. “Cool.”
He dives right in, tongue circling his rim and, wow, that feels nice. Like, insanely good. He pushes back onto his tongue without even thinking, and then there are fingers again and he’s losing his mind. He can’t stop the shameless whimpers and groans falling from his mouth, doesn’t even know if he wants to stop them. He feels himself being hurtled towards the edge again, and Taehyung just takes this as motive to rub harder at his prostate, fingers curling deliciously.
“Tae- s-shit, coming-”
His jaw falls slack as he tenses, vision turning white as his hands twist in the sheets and his back arches as he comes all over his stomach, breathier moans following as Taehyung gently works him through the aftershocks.
He lays there boneless for a minute before opening his eyes lazily. “Need a hand?” Jeon Jeongguk may be an asshole, but he is always a considerate partner.
Taehyung sheepishly shakes his head, standing up slowly. It takes a moment for him to see the wet spot on the front of the other mans boxers, but he eventually pieces it together and laughs way too hard for the situation. Taehyung whines in embarrassment.
“Guk, stop! It was kind of hot, okay? This is your fault.” He disappears into the bathroom for a minute, coming back with a damp towel. It would’ve been considered sweet, if he hadn’t chucked it straight at an unsuspecting Jeongguk’s face. “Don’t get cum on my bed.”
Once Jeongguk wipes himself off, he drops the towel on the ground and lets Taehyung drape himself on top of him. Taehyung falls asleep like that, head on Jeongguk’s chest and one leg thrown over his hip. Jeongguk falls asleep like that too, albeit later due to the thoughts running rampant in his brain.
It only takes ten minutes to convince himself that it didn’t feel good because of Taehyung, it’s just how bodies work. (he doesn’t actually convince himself)
Jeongguk can tell that something’s bothering Taehyung. He’s too quiet, which is basically unheard of, and his eyebrows are doing the thing where they draw too tightly together and he ends up looking intense as fuck. Jeongguk has no clue what it is, but he figures he’ll find out soon. He’s never been good at hiding things from him.
He’s right. Eventually, Taehyung slides his textbook away and clears his throat. He doesn’t even wait for Jeongguk to look at him before he starts speaking.
“Have you ever wondered what it feels like to give a blow job?” It’s asked innocently enough, voice light and full of curiosity. Jeongguk chokes.
“H-have I what? Taehyung, I’m straight.” The elder seems to shrink into himself a little bit at his response, but he continues on. “Well, yeah, but you can be straight and curious.”
“Okay, fine. I might have thought about it like, twice. Maybe. Why?” He’s lying straight through his teeth. He’s thought about giving blow jobs frequently, especially after Taehyung and him had that weird hand job moment that has never been spoken about, especially after Taehyung had fingered him.
His best friend clears his throat, and he looks uncomfortable asking. “Well, we’ve done stuff before, and it’s fine if you don’t want to, but I was just wondering if I could like, suckyourdickorsomething.” The last part of his sentence come out in a rush, and it takes a moment to decipher what he’s trying to say. When he finally understands, his stomach drops, but not really in dread. No, it’s more in excitement. He doesn’t even try to rationalize it this time, has already accepted the fact that he might be just a little bit ( A Lot) in love with his best friend. Though he won’t tell anyone else that, ever. He can’t risk ruining this friendship by disgusting Taehyung. He can’t even imagine what he would do if the older man hated him.
He realizes too late that he’s taking too long to respond when Taehyung’s eyes lose their sparkle and his head droops.
“Yeah, Tae. We could try it.” Taehyung’s head snaps up, and Jeongguk almost feels guilty at how surprised he looks. Did he really think he was going to judge him for wanting to try sucking dick?
“Really? You’re sure? Because if not it’s-” Jeongguk cuts him off.
“Yes, Tae, I’m sure. It’s fine, right? What’s a blow between bros?” He might not be the best at comforting people, but he must have said something right because Taehyung’s laughing and rolling his eyes. He gestures over in the vague direction of his bed, and Jeongguk takes the hint and walks over there as calmly as he can. On the inside, he’s nervous and excited and scared.
He settles himself on the bed, back against the headboard and legs spread apart wide. Taehyung wastes no time getting between his thighs, tugging his sweatpants down to rest mid thigh. He blushes when he realizes he forgot underwear. Taehyung doesn’t even seem fazed. He must be really nervous if he’s missing an opportunity to tease Jeongguk.
Taehyung starts stroking him, hands large and warm against him, and he feels the blood start flowing as he plumps up. The elder still looks nervous, eyes staring blankly at his hand around Jeongguk’s cock.
Just when he’s about to try to reassure Tae, or tell him that he doesn’t have to do this, he’s being wrapped in a warm, wet heat, and it’s so unexpected that he can’t help the low groan that bubbles out of his mouth or the way that his hips buck up. He feels Taehyung gag around him and he can’t even focus on feeling guilty because the way that his throat is contracting around his length feels heavenly. His eyes roll back into his head as he whimpers brokenly, vision swimming.
It’s not his first time getting his dick sucked, nor is it his fifth, or even his tenth. But there’s something about it being Taehyung, some underlying need to be good for the older boy, to make him proud. He wants to impress him.
He gasps as Taehyung starts sucking around him, and he’s losing his mind. He’s incoherently crying out, not even sure what he’s saying at this point. He just knows that Taehyung is currently sucking his dick like a champ, and he’s enjoying the hell out of it.
He doesn’t last that long, the ball in the pit of his stomach tensing before exploding. He comes with a long whine, hands twisting in Taehyung’s hair to keep him anchored while his vision flashes white. He eventually lets go and slumps back against the blankets, boneless and sated.
He glances down at the elder with a satisfied smile, and seeing Taehyung looks like such a wreck below him, knowing that he was the one to do that, ignites something in his gut and then he’s yanking Taehyung up and climbing on top of him, begging and pleading with the elder to let him reciprocate.
His exact words are actually “let me make you feel good, babe”, but he can’t really be accounted for anything he says.
It’s weird, having Taehyung’s cock in his mouth, but he works through it, his sole motivation some weird need to make his best friend come apart.
It takes a solid 3 minutes for Taehyung to shoot his load down Jeongguk’s throat, but only fifteen seconds for him to yank the younger up to meet his mouth in a sloppy kiss. And they kiss for a while, messy with too much tongue and passion, until they finally slow down. Taehyung breaks away first, pulling Jeongguk down to rest on his chest. They eventually fall asleep like that, with Jeongguk thinking that he could fall asleep like this for the rest of his life.
When Jeongguk wakes up, he’s still wrapped tightly in Taehyung’s arms, with a horrible case of morning breath. Damn, he really should have brushed his teeth last night.
After brushing his teeth and drinking two bottles of water, the panic ensues. Or more specifically, the feelings hit. Everything that he’s been denying comes crashing into him: the love that he has felt and ignored for the past 15 years manifesting itself into a new, terrifying form of love, everything that he’s been avoiding for the past month that they’ve been hooking up smacking him upside the head. But he doesn’t want to come to terms with the truth.
The truth is this: He loves Taehyung more than he’s ever loved anyone. And while he’s attracted to girls, he’s more attracted to Taehyung. Even if he’d initially just thought his feelings were platonic, he had realized long ago that he had romantic feelings for his best friend, and he had been denying it for just as long. But now, now it’s too much for him to handle. He can’t hide anymore. He can’t ruin his friendship with Taehyung, no matter how much it hurts.
He just can’t lose Taehyung.
So he quickly yanks on his trusty Timberlands and bolts out the door, making a beeline for Namjoon and Yoongi’s apartment. It’s only a five minute walk, but he makes it there in three.
Namjoon opens the door fairly quickly after Jeongguk knocks, because he’s always up early to ‘find his inner chi’ and ‘watch the sunset’ and whatever other yoga bullshit he’s on.
“Guk? What’s wrong?” Namjoon only has to take one look at his face to see that he’s a mess. Wild.
“I’m in love with Tae.” Okay, so he definitely had not meant to say that. At all. He’d actually wanted to be suave or something, and ask for advice without mentioning Taehyung at all. Funny how that works.
Namjoon just nods as if this is not news. He raises both eyebrows. “And?”
Damn, Namjoon’s staring straight into his soul. He must have some magic power or something, because then Jeongguk’s talking and saying things that he doesn’t even remember thinking about.
“I want to tell him. But I don’t want to tell him because then we won’t be friends anymore and he’ll hate me. But we’ve been hooking up a lot even though he’s straight and he’s cool with it because he thinks I’m straight but-” This time, it isn’t Namjoon to speak. Namjoon does not cut people off when they’re ranting nor does he cut them off when they’re having a crisis. No, that is a thing that Min Yoongi does.
“Kid, Taehyung is not straight. He might not be completely gay, but he is definitely gay as hell for you. The gayest. Like, ‘let’s wear matching sweaters and bake a cake together and cuddle while watching The Notebook’ gay. So please, please, please tell him that you are in love with him, because then you will end all of our suffering and you two dumbasses can live happily ever after. Okay?” No, not okay. But Jeongguk says it’s okay anyways, because reasoning with a sleepy Yoongi is damn near impossible, and he doesn’t have a death wish.
Namjoon sends him home with some muffins that are leftover from the day before, and Jeongguk walks as slow as he can back to his dorm. It takes him eight minutes.
Taehyung’s staring blankly into space when he returns, but his eyes look vaguely glassy. Is he crying?
But the elder straightens up when Jeongguk enters the apartment, throwing a blinding smile at him and standing quickly. “Hey, Gukkie.”
Jeongguk nods in greeting, shoving the muffin box in front of him somewhat awkwardly. “Brought muffins?” He announces stiffly, and it sounds more like a question, as if he isn’t really sure if he brought muffins or not. Jesus, get it together.
Taehyung takes no notice of his internal struggle, instead smiling brightly and thanking him, plopping back down on the couch while munching happily on a chocolate chip muffin.
“Tae, can I, uh. Can we talk?” And maybe it’s Jeongguk’s solemn face, or his tone, but Taehyung’s eyes fill with dread and fear almost immediately. He nods, sitting up straighter.
“Course, Gukkie. What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, well actually it is something, but it’s not a bad something. Well, it might be a bad something-” Shit, he has no idea what he’s saying. He wants to cry.
“Jeongguk? You’re scaring me.” And Taehyung looks so scared, and fuck, Jeongguk cannot let this end badly.
“I’minlovewithyouandreallywanttodate.” Jeongguk’s having a staring contest with the orange juice stain on the carpet when he mumbles it, praying Taehyung will do The Thing where he understands exactly what Jeongguk’s trying to say. He doesn’t disappoint.
“You- you’re in- you want to date me?” Taehyung sounds shocked, but not angry. He still doesn’t dare lift his gaze. He nods slowly.
“What? How long?”
“Not that long.” A lie.
He makes the mistake of making eye contact with him, and okay, Tae knows that he’s lying. “Five years? Maybe, like ten, max.”
And then, shit, the older man is laughing at him, a breathless sound that Jeongguk normally enjoys but right now that laugh could mean too many things. He starts to apologize rapidly, only stopping once he A) realizes that Taehyung has spoken and B) once those words register.
“Wait, what?”
“I said ‘oh, thank God’. I’m in love with you too, I just had no clue how the fuck to tell you.”
And then they’re both laughing, in relief and happiness and too many emotions. Taehyung pulls Jeongguk into a kiss, and it escalates way too fast, with more tongue and teeth than lip. It’s kinda gross, but he’s with Taehyung so it works.
They’re laying in bed an hour later, completely sated and breathless, and maybe a little sore on Jeongguk’s part. Taehyung turns to him, eyes wide and imploring.
“So what now? What changes?”
Jeongguk licks his lips, eyes searching Tae’s as he grasps desperately for an answer.
“Tae, I still want to be friends. Bros before hoes, right? Because we were bros before you were my hoe, and I don’t want to change that.” Jeongguk says this pleadingly, and then immediately cringes because wow, why did he think that was a good way to phrase it?
But Taehyung, bless his soul, seems to know exactly what Jeongguk is trying to say. He nods, and his eyes widen and fill with something close to adoration. “Yeah, I’d like that. Isn’t that basically what dating is? Being friends, and like, occasionally fucking?”
Jeongguk laughs, nose scrunching and shoulders shaking. He pulls Taehyung close, arms around his shoulders to make the elder stumble forward. “Yeah, but I’d rather fuck more than just occasionally.”
(spoiler alert: they do fuck more than occasionally)
They fuck twice immediately after their confession: with Taehyung fingering Jeongguk open nice and slow before slamming into him with all his might, and then with Jeongguk pinning Taehyung against the wall. They took a break to nap, cuddling each other closely, before going at it again.
Here is a complete list of places they fuck in their first week of dating:
-The kitchen, which was great until Jeongguk slammed his hand in the drawer and Taehyung slipped onto the floor.
-The shower, which was basically the equivalent of trying to have sex on a slip ‘n slide. Plenty of slipping, plenty of sliding, and a lot of almost dying.
-The sofa, which is now decorated with cum stains
-Namjoon’s bathroom (Yoongi chases them out of the apartment with a squirt gun screaming “in my good Christian suburbs? Be gone demon!”
-The baseball field (Taehyung is still mad about the rash but hey, how the fuck was Jeongguk supposed to know he was allergic to grass?)
-Taehyung’s bed, approximately 947 times
Their friends are happy for them, though they seem a little more exasperated than one might think. When Taehyung asks why, Yoongi scoffs and shouts “because we’ve been waiting for this for an entire century!” Which, wow, uncalled for. They haven’t even known them for a century.
All in all, life’s good. They’re still best friends, though now when Jeongguk’s stressed, Taehyung can give him a blow job instead of just a comforting pat on the back. Basically, nothing has changed except that they stop bragging about the girls’ they fuck and instead brag about how well they fuck each other.
Life’s good. Jeongguk has his bro and his hoe, all in one.