Jughead Jones laid his head down, ready to go to sleep. He was lying on his best friend's bedroom floor, a step up from his previous living arrangement: the janitor's closet. His father's drinking had gotten out of hand and he had to get out of there. Archie Andrews, his knight in shining armor, had come in at the eleventh hour and offered him asylum at his house. Jughead was forever grateful.
Jughead was chilling under his blanket, staring at the ceiling and thinking. Suddenly, the light from the hallway streamed into the room. Archie had walked in, dripping wet and just wearing a towel after his shower. Jughead couldn't take his eyes away from the glistening muscles rippling down his best friend's body. Archie had really stated blossoming recently. As Archie pulled off the towel to finish drying himself off, Jughead got an eyeful of Archie's junk. A thick piece of meat, Archie's cock was a beautiful specimen. Easily 7 inches long and thick as a can of soda, Archie's swinging member caused Jughead's mouth to drop open. He had never seen his best friend fully nude, not since they had started puberty anyway. Jughead managed to compose himself before Archie started getting suspicious.
"I see your shower was… eventful" Jughead teased. Archie glanced down and grinned.
"What can I say? Ms. Grundy's hot. I hope you don't mind that I'm like this. I usually sleep naked, but if you really care, I can throw something on."
Jughead protested immediately. He couldn't let this ogling opportunity slip away from him. "Archie, this is your room, your house. Don't change your routine just because I'm here. Besides, we're both dudes and best friends. That box of tissues by your nightstand will get sad if you ignore him."
Archie chuckled. "All right then. If you ever get uncomfortable, let me know."
Jughead mirrored the laugh as he watched Archie's body bounce as he hopped into bed. He was going to be very comfortable indeed.