Jungkook felt like the concept of time had stopped to exist. Many thoughts whirled around in his head, while at the same time he had the feeling as if he could not think clearly. It took him a few seconds to understand what was happenening right now. And yet he did not understand. Taehyung's lips on his. As light as a feather, they were pressed against his. Skin to skin. His heart was pounding. It did not feel different from kissing a girl. And yet, it was different and strange, but in a good way. Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck and pulled him close. Taehyung nibbled his upper lip lightly and slipped his tongue into the younger man's mouth. Out of pure reflex Jungkook caressed Tae's tongue with his, exploring this new unknown feeling. The alcohol made him feel like he was under a fog, keeping him from thinking. Taehyung wrapped a leg around Jungkook's waist and lifted his body to feel more friction. A moan escaped Jungkook's mouth and broke through the silence and stopped the daze Jungkook was in. He opened his eyes and stared down at his best friend, who looked at him with darkened eyes. Heavy breaths escaped his mouth. A hot shiver ran down Jungkook's body. This was wrong. Taehyung was drunk and his best friend. This had to stop. He broke away from the older man's grasp and sat down at the end of the bed as far away as possible from his friend's pleading eyes. Taehyung has always been a touchy person, especially when he was drunk. But Jungkook secretly knew that if they talked about this tomorrow, it would be uncomfortable and embarrassing for the both of them. He rested his head in his hands, trying to calm his breathing. He thought back to the kiss and felt ... desire? What the fuck?! His lips were still tingling from Taehyung's touch, proof that the kiss really happened and wasn't just in his imagination. He and Tae had kissed each other. And he had liked it. Fuck. He started gnawing on his fingernails, an old nervous habit of his. He felt a big hand on his shoulder, it felt like it was burning right into his skin. Jungkook's breath quickened. "What are you doing?" He whispered when he felt Taehyung's head rest on his shoulder. Taehyung began to put light kisses on his neck and Jungkook started to relax. This felt better than anything he had ever felt. And he didn't exactly live like a nun the last few years. He lowered his head to find support in Taehyung's body. His hands were shaking. He drew in a sharp breath as he felt Taehyung's hands on his hip finding a way under his sweatshirt. Skin to skin. Taehyung's fingers drew little patterns on his skin, and Jungkook had to press his lips together to prevent himself from letting out another moan. "What are you doing?", He asked his friend again.

"Hmm ... so pretty", Taehyung whispered back and Jungkook felt like his heart might explode any moment. „Don't you like me?", Tae asked him, and turned Jungkook's head around resulting in him being able to look into his eyes. Under long eyelashes he glanced up at Jungkook and licked his lips. "Of course I do. But not like this, "Jungkook answered, trying to convince himself. "Hmm. Don't believe you, "Taehyung's hands now moved up his leg, slowly approaching his crotch area, so slowly that Jungkook barely bore it. "Taehyung, you're drunk, stop." The Elder stopped in his tracks. "You sure?", he eyed Jungkook's legs where his bulge was clearly visible. He raised an eyebrow, mocking him. The brown haired boy nodded, which turned into a shake of the head. No he wasn't. Without warning, Taehyung put his hand on Jungkook's crotch and began to knead his most sensitive part through the fabric. Jungkook groaned. „Don't stop." His fingers clawed at the bed sheet and a wave of lust rolled over him. He felt like a virgin again, as if this was the first time he had been touched this way; as if this was the first time he had felt those sensations he could barely stand. It was just too much. While Taehyung continued to touch him down there, he bit into the upper layer of Jungkook's shoulderskin with his teeth. A sharp inhale escaped the youngsters mouth as the pain washed over him, which turned into pleasure shortly after. Jungkook knew about his pain kink. It wasn't like he was into some kind of hardcore BDSM, but some biting and scratching he enjoyed very much. Those moments were the ones he felt the most alive in. He took pride in looking at scratch marks that were spread over his back after a night with a girl, because it was proof that she enjoyed him thrusting into her, again and again. Jungkook knew he was good, as the shaking legs and wet pussies of his former sex partners have showed him. But this here was a complete new territory for him, because he didn't know what to do. Because this was his best friend. He didn't like the feeling of having lost control, but at the same time it intrigued him, because it was scary and exciting and it felt so fucking good.

Jungkook put his hand on Taehyung's to press it even closer to his dick. Taehyung hummed in agreement. Without thinking too much about it, the younger one pushed his hips to the space behind him and felt how hard his friend was for him. This was surreal. Taehyung growled and the sound he made had something animalistic about it. Jungkook swallowed hard and thrusted his hips against the older boy's hand to get more friction. „Let's fuck", he didn't realize that his friend's mouth was near his hear, until those words left his lips. A shiver ran down Jungkook's spine. „W…what?" „You heard me", a desperate whine escaped Tae's mouth. „I want you", Taehyung started moving his hand faster over the fabric between his legs. „Oh my god, I want you so bad, you don't even know." Jungkook's breathing quickened and everything in him screamed „Yes!", but then his vision cleared and he began thinking- What were they doing? Had his best friends romantic feelings towards him? Jungkook shook his head slightly as if answering his own question. There had never been any signs. Taehyung was just drunk and wanted to fuck. And well ... Jungkook was nearby and available. At least that's what Jungkook tried to tell himself. He felt his best friend fiddle with his belt and heard him giggling. He put his attention towards his friend's face and noticed how foggy his eyes looked. Taehyung tried to open the younger man's

friend's face and noticed how foggy his eyes looked. Taehyung tried to open the younger man's belt, but failed miserably. Jungkook suddenly felt freezing cold. He realized that his friend was even more drunk than he thought. He broke away from his friend, got up from the bed and noticed immediately how the Elder could hardly hold his head upright. He suddenly found it hard to breath and he felt the fear grow inside him. Had he just taken advantage of his friend's drunken condition? Taehyung blinked at him, but had problems keeping his eyes open. There was a blissful smile on his lips. How was Jungkook going to talk to him the next day? Apologize for his thirsty ass? Pretend that it never happened? He started getting a headache. He needed a cold shower to clear his mind. Without a word, he flew out of the room. The party downstairs was still going on and nobody there had noticed what went on behind closed doors. The time didn't stop, because no matter what happens, the clock would keep ticking.

When he stood in the shower and the cold water hailed down on his head and when he put his hand around his cock and when he tried to get his release by stroking himself and when his body was shaking from the aftermath of his orgasm, he started to cry.

His tears mixed with his cum and disappeared inside the drain, while his loud sobs broke the silence.