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"I'm home!" Taehyung called out as he shut the door behind him, but there was no response.
After slipping out of his shoes, he noiselessly walked through the dorm suite in case his roommate was asleep. His study group had gone on longer than he planned and he was exhausted and starving. He stopped in the kitchen first, deciding to fill the kettle with water first to make himself some instant ramen and a mug of tea. Still there was no sign of Jungkook. Taehyung was certain he was sleeping, but he decided to peek in on him anyway so he made his way to Jungkook's bedroom. There was light coming from underneath his door, so maybe Taehyung was wrong and he might be awake. Not wanting to chance it that he might be asleep, he reached for the knob instead.
"Jungkook are you sleeping?" Taehyung asked quietly as he slowly turned the knob.
When the door opened, Taehyung froze in shock at the display he was seeing. There was a shirtless Jungkook, sitting on his bed, earbuds pressed into his ears, his phone in his left hand, and his cock in his right hand, moaning as he slowly worked the tip. Taehyung's mouth hung open and he was rooted to his spot as the image was burned into his brain and only snapped out of it when he locked eyes with Jungkook.
"Jesus Taehyung don't you knock!?" Jungkook cried out, covering himself.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" Taehyung sputtered as he quickly backed out of the room and shut the door.
Unsure what to do with himself, he dragged his feet back to the kitchen, dumping the water from the kettle and turning out the light. No longer hungry, he made his way to his own bedroom before shutting and locking the door. He stripped out of his own clothing quickly before turning out the light and crawling into his own bed. In the dark, the image of Jungkook's cock was seared into his brain. Living as roommates, Taehyung had seen it flaccid once before, but seeing it full to capacity while Jungkook's hand could barely contain it was making his stomach flutter.
There was also the look on Jungkook's face that Taehyung couldn't get out of his mind. Jungkook had been fully enraptured. His mouth had been slightly agape with his tongue poking through, and his eyes were glazed over as he drove himself to orgasm. Even just recalling the look on his face was enough to make Taehyung's own cock rise, but confusion gripped him. Jungkook was his roommate and friend; he didn't have those thoughts about him. Chucking it up to heightened adrenaline, he rolled over and closed his eyes, but as he tried to shut his brain off, the sound of Jungkook's moans grew louder and his cock throbbed harder.
Taehyung felt like his skin was on fire from the inside out and with a frustrated sigh, he rolled onto his back and reached inside his boxers, taking his cock in his hand and giving it a tug. Biting his lips and shutting his eyes tight, Jungkook stroking his cock was vivid in his mind as he stroked his own cock. His chest heaved as the image of Jungkook drove him and he increased the pressure around his cock as the image shifted. Suddenly he was on his knees as Jungkook towered over him, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he waited patiently and was rewarded with three taps of Jungkook's cock on his tongue. His mouth watered as he waited for what he knew was coming and he took a deep breath when he felt Jungkook's hand on the back of his head, forcing his cock down his throat.
Taehyung stifled a moan as he envisioned Jungkook's cock slamming into the back of his throat without mercy while Jungkook muttered fuck and peppered him with phrases like good boy. He fantasized about Jungkook's balls repeatedly smashing into his chin as he fucked his face and he stared intently at the lustful expression on Jungkook's face, desperate to be rewarded with the thick deluge of cum he knew was coming for him. It wasn't until he imagined Jungkook holding his head in place, groaning lewdly, did Taehyung shudder as cum erupted from his cock, staining the inside of his underwear. He was covered in cum as he stroked his cock to completion, squeezing the last drops out until touching his cock became unbearable.
He carefully removed his cum filled boxers before using them to clean the excess from his cock and balls and threw them on the floor. Now that his cock was no longer begging for attention, he was able to focus on more pressing things, like why Jungkook jerking off made him so horny and why he was fantasizing about Jungkook fucking his face. Taehyung didn't think he had feelings for Jungkook. Jungkook was just his stupid friend and his college roommate. They'd known each other since their first week at Oberlin College and were quite close, but this was the first time he'd thought of him in any sexual or romantic way.
Why would he? Jungkook was cute, sure, but he was clumsy and a bit messy. He kept his space and the communal spaces clean, choosing to scrub their suite regularly, but he was messy. There were always mustard stains on his shirts and coffee spills on his pants. He was never odorous or anything and he kept up with his hygiene for the most part, but Taehyung often had to remind him to run a brush through his hair before they went to class or to change his shirt before they went to parties. Taehyung didn't exactly have the hots for Jungkook.
Still, he really liked what he saw when he opened the door, and he felt a tingling sensation when he envisioned Jungkook's muscles rippling as stroked his cock, the vein on his bicep enticing enough to lick. Taehyung realized he would like it very much if those biceps were flexed around his neck; flexing to keep him in place while Jungkook made him take his cock. He was having fun imagining Jungkook pining him down when his cock became hard again. Giving up on sleep, he gave in to his burning desire and wrapped his hand around his cock again, bringing himself to orgasm over and over late into the night. When his cock finally had enough and was sore to the touch, he was able to shut his eyes and drift off to sleep with Jungkook ravaging him overwhelming his thoughts.
The next morning he woke to the smell of coffee and his cheeks burned when he remembered how he stayed up until nearly 3 making himself cum repeatedly while he fantasized about his friend manhandling him, pulling his hair back, and roughly using him without mercy. Deciding to blame his behavior on being sleep-deprived, he tied his bathrobe around his waist and walked to the kitchen, hoping Jungkook wasn't feeling too embarrassed about last night. Taehyung might be feeling like an cock-hungry slut, but Jungkook didn't need to feel bad about that. Taehyung peered around the corner to see Jungkook drinking his coffee and looking at his phone and decided to ease the tension.
"Just making sure we're all wearing pants," Taehyung joked as he made his presence known.
"That's not funny," Jungkook replied, ear reddening.
"You're right, I shouldn't have joked, I'm sorry and I'm sorry about last night too," Taehyung said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"It's fine, but I don't want to talk about it, so can we just drop it?" Jungkook said.
"Sure of course," Taehyung said, sitting across the table from him.
As he sipped his coffee, he stole glances at Jungkook and his need for him continued to grow. His disheveled hair sat on the top of his head and he lazily brushed it out of his face. Wearing a white sleeveless t-shirt put his biceps on display and Taehyung's cock twitched at the sight of the dark hair peaking out of his armpit. It wasn't until Jungkook cleared his throat, glaring at him, did Taehyung realize that he was openly leering at him.
"Why are you staring at me?" Jungkook asked.
"I wasn't staring," Taehyung lied quickly.
"You were. Taehyung, please don't make it weird. You walked in on me jerking off, it's not a big deal. I've walked in on you jerking off before," Jungkook said, sipping his coffee.
"You have not!" Taehyung said, cheeks reddening.
"I did. In our freshmen year. My econ class let out early and I came back to find you going to town on yourself, but I crept back out and went to the lounge and waited until you were done," Jungkook said.
Taehyung gasped, covering his mouth in shock because he knew Jungkook wasn't lying. Jungkook's freshmen econ class usually guaranteed him an hour alone in their dorm and since he had the slot free, he usually got in days worth of jerking off. Taehyung had believed he had been so stealth by finding adequate time alone, having no idea that Jungkook had known the entire time. He wondered if Jungkook had experienced a similar reaction to catching him and his mortification turned to curiosity.
"Was that the only time you saw me?" Taehyung asked.
He didn't miss Jungkook's nervous blinking, before clearing his throat. "Of course it was and I made sure to stay away if econ was cancelled or if we were let out early," he said.
"Why would you do that?" Taehyung asked tilting his head.
"It's different now since we live in the suite, but back then I figured my econ class was your alone time just like your composition class was my alone time," Jungkook said.
"That makes sense. It's considerate really," Taehyung said.
"So can we move on?" Jungkook said, getting up and taking his mug to the sink, stumbling over his own feet, but catching himself before he fell.
"You're right. I'm sorry," Taehyung said. He really needed to get a grip. Jungkook was his friend and he was being a perv.
After finishing his own coffee, he got dressed for his history class and bid Jungkook a good day before he left. He was still thinking about what Jungkook said about their respective alone times and the way he had been feeling since last night when he felt someone clap his back and he turned around to see his friend Jin. Jin would understand him better than anyone else and would be able to help him sort through his thoughts.
"Do you want to hear something weird?" Taehyung whispered.
"Always," Jin shot back.
After looking around to make sure no one was listening, Taehyung said, "Last night I walked in on my roommate jerking off."
"No way! Really?" Jin said.
"Yes, really. I can't stop thinking about it," Taehyung said.
"Why what happened?" Jin asked.
"I barged in and he was just sitting on his bed, but that's not the crazy part. I've been thinking about him like really thinking about him," Taehyung admitted.
"You want Jungkook? Who doesn't?" Jin said.
"You think Jungkook's hot?" Taehyung asked.
"Everyone thinks Jungkook's hot," Jin said. "If he weren't so oblivious, he'd have like ten boyfriends," he said.
Taehyung mulled over what Jin was saying. Had he also been oblivious to Jungkook? What if he had realized Jungkook was hot at the very start? Would their relationship be different? Would his feelings for him be different? He liked Jungkook; they were dear friends, perhaps even best friends, but for the first time he felt more than friendly towards him. Am I in love with Jungkook, he asked himself, but that was absurd. His stomach wasn't filled with butterflies at the thought of Jungkook holding his hand or taking him on a date. His stomach was filled with butterflies at the thought of Jungkook forcing his legs apart. He wanted Jungkook to rest the full weight of his body on top of him while his long cock stretched his hole. Taehyung's feelings weren't complicated.
"So what are you gonna do?" Jin asked as they took their seats.
"I don't know, but I know I want him," Taehyung replied.
Taehyung sat in a daze as his music production professor droned on, but he was unable to get Jungkook's words out of his mind. He wondered if Jungkook still had designated alone time and if he did, he was certain it was during his music production class. He knew Jungkook was in his business class right now, but when it ended he was done for the day. He believed that if Jungkook had designated time where he did things alone in their suite, that would be the chosen time and Taehyung wanted to know what he was doing.
When their class ended, Taehyung grabbed his bag and was about to leave when Jin stopped him. "Class is upstairs," he said to him.
"I'm not feeling well, I'm gonna go back to my dorm," Taehyung lied.
"Oh, okay. Feel better," Jin said, turning to go to class.
Taehyung didn't know what he expected to find, but he was curious and would not be deterred. When he walked into their suite he called out for Jungkook just in case he was already there, but there was no answer, so he walked through the suite to look for him. With his door left open, Taehyung realized that Jungkook was definitely still out and he peered inside. Noticing a book on the floor, Taehyung decided to go in to pick it up. The book was back on the shelf when he heard a key in the front door. Panicked, he dashed into Jungkook's closet, leaving a gap in the door and holding his breath.
Taehyung and Jungkook never ventured into each other's rooms without the express consent of the owner and he was afraid of being caught. Not sure what his game plan was, his heart beat painfully in his chest as he watched Jungkook come into the room and deposit his bag onto the floor. He watched as Jungkook climbed onto his bed and started scrolling through his phone. Taehyung was really beginning to wish he hadn't dashed into his closet because as the seconds stretched on, the weirder it would be for him to emerge. Hoping that Jungkook would leave soon, he waited and continued to watch him.
Nearly 20 minutes passed as Taehyung hid in Jungkook's closet and he was getting bored. Jungkook scrolled endlessly, laughing occasionally, but nothing else. As Taehyung stood there, he tried to remember if Jungkook had mentioned a study group, but his thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook got to his feet and removed his shirt before reaching for his belt buckle. There were the rippling muscles that had made Taehyung lose most of the previous night, pleasuring himself. Down went his pants and Jungkook was suddenly in his underwear, his thick cock heavy in his briefs and Taehyung covered his mouth to contain himself.
While watching Jungkook, Taehyung couldn't believe it had taken him this long to realize his friend was hot. Maybe his denial had been good for their friendship and Taehyung needed to get a grip and recapture that denial. If he wanted to be fucked, there were plenty of guys willing. There was no justification for his behavior. Jerking off to his friend? Spying on him? What did he hope to achieve? He was slowly coming to terms that his behavior was not that of a well-adjusted person when his phone rang.
Panic coursed through him as he frantically tried to silence the ringer, but he knew it was too late and when he looked up, Jungkook's eyes were locked on the closet door as he walked towards it and yanked it open. For a moment they regarded each other silently. Taehyung just didn't know how he could ever talk his way out of this. There wasn't a lie good enough to excuse himself from being found in Jungkook's closet nearly half an hour after his arrival home. Taehyung was also having trouble keeping his thoughts away from Jungkook's cock as it stared at him invitingly.
"Taehyung… What are you doing in my closet?" Jungkook asked slowly.
Taehyung was lost for words. The truth wasn't an option so he began to inch forward out of the closet as Jungkook backed away from him. Turning to leave the room, he was going to make a run for it until he had a better idea, but he was stopped in his tracks as Jungkook grabbed his arm, pulling him against his chest. Taehyung struggled to free himself, but he was no match for Jungkook whose arm encircled his neck. There he was in Jungkook's grasp as he was brought crashing down onto his bed.
Wordlessly, Taehyung continued to struggle against Jungkook whose legs were wrapped around his body. The scene was quickly resembling a fantasy he had envisioned the previous night and he couldn't help but focus on the fact that he could feel Jungkook's smooth chest as he was manhandled. It wasn't until Jungkook used his legs to spread Jungkook's legs apart while holding his arm hostage did Taehyung accept that struggling was futile and he laid still, but this began to backfire on him. Taehyung realized that the only thing separating him from Jungkook's cock was a thin layer of fabric and he could feel it pressed against his back. His own cock began to swell in response and he didn't have to look down to see that he was tenting his shorts.
"Are you hard?" Jungkook asked letting him go. "Taehyung what's going on? You've been acting weird since… is this about last night?" he asked.
Taehyung sat upright on his bed, covering his cock, cheeks blushing furiously as he struggled to come up with something to say to Jungkook. Taking a deep breath, he decided on a clean version of the truth. He told Jungkook how the sight of him had made him feel things for the first time, skipping over the multiple orgasms he had as a result of it. He also told him how he had skipped class just to see if Jungkook used his music production class for alone time.
"Wait a minute. You skipped class to spy on me?" Jungkook asked.
"I don't know. I came in here to pick up that book that was on the floor," Taehyung said pointing. "But when I heard you coming, I panicked and ran into the closet," he said.
"Oh man," Jungkook said, leaning back on his bed, but quickly sitting upright when he remembered he was half naked and Taehyung's eyes were glued to his crotch.
"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to make things weird between us," Taehyung said.
"Wait, don't beat yourself up too bad. You're not the only one of us who…" Jungkook said.
"Who what?" Taehyung asked, leaning in.
"Jeez, since we're both coming clean… I lied before when you asked if I had seen you jerk off only once. I actually saw you a few times," Jungkook admitted.
"Oh," Taehyung said, his face suddenly hot.
"I didn't have a crush on you or anything, but I couldn't stop thinking about it," Jungkook said.
"That's how I am. I don't have feelings for you like that, but I—"
"You what?" Jungkook said, leaning in to him.
"I don't know Jungkook. Once I say it, there's no taking it back," Taehyung said.
"Just say it anyway," Jungkook pressed.
Taehyung took a deep breath, fully prepared for their friendship to dive off of a cliff, but he needed to say it. "I want you to have sex with you. No, that's not it. I want you to fuck me," he said.
"So we'd be just two friends having sex," Jungkook said.
"Yes, exactly. We wouldn't be boyfriends, we'd be single, but we would have sex with each other," Taehyung said.
"And it wouldn't be weird if either of us started dating someone else right?" Jungkook asked.
"Right. If either of us wanted to stop this arrangement we would just stop," Taehyung said.
"Yeah and we could keep things just between us," Jungkook said.
"Totally! My lips are sealed," Taehyung replied. "But since we're discussing things, is there anything you want to try or… I mean, we're friends so you don't have to worry about scaring me off," he said.
Jungkook was silent for a moment before slowly shaking his head. "Not that I can think of. How about you?" he asked.
"I want it rough," Taehyung said flatly.
"Oh," Jungkook said, clearing his throat. "I mean if that's what you want," he said.
Taehyung was slightly embarrassed, but he swallowed, certain of what he wanted. The conversation had gone much better than he anticipated and he had a lot to think about. Still, he had no intention of thinking about those things now with Jungkook sitting next to him in his briefs. Taehyung had exercised every ounce of self-control he had as Jungkook's giant cock stared back at him, and now that he was given the green light, he knew exactly which desire he would satisfy first.
After removing his shirt, he crouched in front of Jungkook, tugging at his underwear and pulling them off, marveling at his dick as it grew before his eyes. His mouth watered and Jungkook hissed as he took the thick cock in his hand, tapping it on his tongue six times before wrapping his lips around the head. He was immediately overwhelmed with the sweet taste of Jungkook's dripping cock on his tongue and he squeezed it in search of more before allowing it to snake down his throat. Jungkook was in fact a big boy and Taehyung quickly dislodged his cock from his throat. Realizing he would have to work up to taking Jungkook in his throat, he licked down the base of his cock before burrowing his face in Jungkook's crotch.
"Oh fuck," Jungkook hissed as Taehyung bathed each heavy orb with his tongue.
Taehyung groaned as he took each ball in his mouth before licking his way back up his cock and spitting on it. He looked at the spit-soaked phallus and got to his feet shaking his head.
"Spit won't do for that," he said, looking at Jungkook's confused face.
Sprinting to his bedroom, he quickly retrieved a bottle of lube buried in the back of his bedside table before making his way back to Jungkook. He shook the bottle in to show Jungkook, understanding coloring his features and he laughed.
"What happened to wanting it rough," Jungkook asked as Taehyung poured lube onto his cock.
"I also want to live, so just give me a moment to adjust," Taehyung said, handing him the bottle before turning away from and falling to the ground.
"I'll be gentle at first," Jungkook said, and Taehyung gasped when he felt his large hand come down hard on his upturned ass.
Arching his back, he waited on his knees with his face pressed onto the rug and he waited, but instead of being greeted with cold lube, he was instead greeted with Jungkook's tongue on his hole. He cried out when Jungkook's palm came down on his ass again as he sucked on his hole and his cock throbbed underneath him. Taehyung never would have thought sweet and unassuming Jungkook would expertly lick his hole, but he was soon reduced to a whimpering mess under his tongue and was eager for his cock.
After a few minutes, Jungkook removed his lips with a loud squelching sound and Taehyung's chest heaved as he felt the cold lube being dripped onto his hole, quickly followed by two of Jungkook's long fingers and he shot up as they began to plunge in and out of his hole. A low whine began in the back of his throat when Jungkook added a third finger, pressing relentlessly against his prostate and stretching his tight ring until Taehyung was in desperate need to feel his cock.
With more lube being applied, Taehyung concentrated on taking measured, even breaths as he felt Jungkook's cock on his hole. Even with copious amounts of lube, three fingers to prepare him, and Jungkook being true to his word and pushing forward slowly, when Jungkook's cock breached his hole, Taehyung was driven by instinct to scurry away.
"Don't run now," Jungkook said, his grip on his waist tightening as he held Taehyung in place.
With nowhere to run, he lay there with his mouth open as Jungkook's cock filled him to the brim, digging deeper than any cock should have a right to until Taehyung felt like he could feel it in his throat. Taehyung was grateful that Jungkook allowed him a moment to adjust and he was more certain that ever that he needed Jungkook to fuck him hard and deep.
"OK," Taehyung said breathlessly, his heart racing in anticipation.
Only then did Jungkook begin to thrust in and out, each outward thrust making Taehyung feel like he was being turned inside out. Taehyung quickly began to unravel as Jungkook's pace increased, taking his own thumb in his mouth as the sound of skin slapping began to fill the room. Mercilessly, Jungkook slammed into his hole, each thrust reverberating in his bones and he let out a low whine as Jungkook arched his back nearly in half. Now that the initial shock had worn off, a grin crept across Taehyung's face.
He smiled because Jungkook was fulfilling a deep desire he had to be fucked, and also because Jungkook would be doing this to him for the foreseeable future. Now that he knew he had a ready and willing cock just down the hall, Taehyung considered his quality of life greatly improved. He was comfortable with Jungkook, but he didn't have to worry about treating him like a boyfriend. He didn't need to go through the motions with Jungkook, there would be no questioning of his whereabouts, or any jealousy. As long as they remained on the same page, their arrangement would be mutually beneficial.
He was still patting himself on the back when a particularly hard thrust took his breath away, but before he could gather himself, it was followed by another equally hard thrust. Over and over, Jungkook's cock barrelled into him hard and fast until his moans turned to pleas of fuck me and harder until his legs shook uncontrollably. Reaching underneath himself, he grabbed his cock and stroked it, making short work of himself and he came with a shriek. His eyes snapped shut as he came for the sixth time in 24 hours, shuddering violently as the force of it disarmed him.
While he painted Jungkook's carpet white, Jungkook himself continued to pound into him, his balls smacking against Taehyung's with each thrust. Taehyung cried out as his fingers dug into his waist as his body was rocked by hard strokes, but with a loud roar, Jungkook planted his cock deep. Taehyung's eyes popped open when he felt the hot spurts of cum deep inside him, feeling each flex of Jungkook's thick cock as it dumped its seed. With a final hard smack on his ass, Jungkook slowly removed his cock and Taehyung was left with a feeling of emptiness next to the sense of triumph radiating through him.
As Jungkook collapsed next to him on the floor, Taehyung fought to catch his breath, marveling at the way Jungkook had ensnared him so fully. Jungkook had been cast in a new light since Taehyung had walked in on him jerking off, and that light continued to blind him as he lay there with his hole pulsating deliciously in search of more. Even more, he was glad that it didn't feel complicated. It felt like the aftermath of one of their playful wrestling bouts down to wanting to smack the smug look from Jungkook's face.
"What's so amusing?" Taehyung asked.
"The way you were moaning oh my God Jungkook fuck me," Jungkook mocked with a laugh.
"Shut up!" Taehyung said, unable to stop himself from laughing as he lunged for him.
Naked, they writhed on the floor until Jungkook had him pinned on his back, and he turned his head away. After thirty seconds, Taehyung slowly turned his head to face him and he looked into Jungkook's eyes. Every thought in his mind evaporated as Jungkook leaned into him, and he opened his mouth to receive his tongue. As they kissed for the first time, the fluttering he had initially felt came roaring back and he devoured him hungrily. It wasn't until they broke apart and his vision became focused again did Taehyung realize that things had in fact become complicated.