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They both know this game is dangerous. They both know this is going to open a whole box of chaos, something close to Pandora’s box. They know there’s nothing wrong with a little competition, but this time, maybe they’ve taken things a bit too far.
They don’t know how they ended up like this, sitting in front of each other in just their underwear, hands grabbing the other’s bulge with their fingers teasing, anticipating the moment they finally get to dip inside fabric and brush against skin.
Oh, wait, they do know what brought them here: their never ending need to one up each other, be the better person.
Always be number one.
It all started one random Tuesday afternoon, they were both waking up after a night of partying and decided that ordering breakfast was the best decision.
“Hyuuuung.” Jungkook, the younger man who had a full sleeve of tattoos, unkempt black hair and a smile so adorable he looks like a bunny yet his muscles portrayed him as the opposite, dangerously tough and strong, whined. “When is our breakfast coming? I’m hungryyyy.”
“In a minute.” Taehyung, the older one with long blond hair, a smile so bright and box-like that spreads joy, tan skin shining in the sun, responded with a chuckle. “Our house is a bit far from the closest breakfast delivery place, we should be lucky they even took our order, it’s literally twelve pm.”
“Make them come quickly.” Jungkook groaned as his stomach grumbled, Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not going with you to any party again, I always wake up extremely hungry.”
“That’s because you only eat sugar when we go to parties and dance the night away.” Taehyung threw a wad of paper at the maknae. “Besides, you can’t complain much, I saw you dancing with her last night.” Taehyund nudged Jungkook with his elbow.
“Haha, funny.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “She’s just a friend hyung, there’s absolutely nothing there.” He smiled as he thought about the party. “Then again, I wouldn’t mind if we did have a little action.”
“Perv.” Taehyung teased.
“Says the one who flirted with every girl there.” Jungkook pushed Taehyung lightly. “One day that’ll get you in trouble.”
“Maybe.” Taehyung shrugged. “So far it’s only getting me kisses and some handy jobs, if you catch my drift.”
“Ew, TMI bro.” Jungkook groaned in disgust while Taehyung laughed, the doorbell ringing making him stand up and run towards it. “Fooood!”
Taehyung rolled his eyes at his best friend as he moved to sit on the kitchen island as Jungkook walked back towards him with their breakfast in hand. They sat in silence as they ate, trying their best to eat as fast as possible so they could do what they liked best on a Saturday morning: lounge around in their underwear and watch movies together!
It's been a tradition for them ever since they were in grade school. Ever since they were little, they would go to each other’s houses, play games and when they were tired they would fall asleep while watching a movie or be completely enamored by it. They kept this up as they grew older but changed it to a weekly thing where they would pick random movies for a day and just spend the whole day relaxing.
“That’s so fake.” Jungkook almost scoffed at the scene in front of him. “You can’t tell me that she enjoyed that in the slightest.”
“It’s a movie, of course it’s fake.” Taehyung added as he ate his popcorn. “Besides, we both know it’ll take more than that for a woman to enjoy it.”
They’re on their third movie of the night when the conversation started, a mediocre romance movie where the lead man managed to get it going with the female love interest and, when the sex scene started, they lasted barely five minutes.
“That’s such a weak time to cum man.” Jungkook sighed. “Could never be me.”
“Yeah, cuz you’d last six minutes.” Taehyung teased, laughing when Jungkook tried to smack him. “What? It’s true, the walls are thin and you have a strong bond with your hand, Jungkookie.”
“First of all, mind your business like I mind mine when you’re also fapping.” Jungkook’s blush spread to Taehyung’s face. “Second of all, there’s a difference between a quickie and actually lasting mister loud-as-fuck.”
“I am not loud!?” Taehyung yelled, cleared his throat after and spoke in a lower tone. “What would you know anyway? Boxers like to end things quickly.”
“Say the basketballer who gets tired too quickly.” Jungkook bit back. “I bet you can’t even last more than five minutes.”
“I know I can last more than you.” Taehyung argued, a smug grin on his face. “In fact, I bet you’re the one who can only last five minutes.”
Jungkook stood upright. “Wanna bet?” He grinned, mischievous and joyful.
“And prove I’m better, like always?” Taehyung leaned forward and smiled. “You fucking bet.” He stood up to grab their betting calendar (a totally normal thing for best friends to have as they’ve told everyone who sees it) and Jungkook’s eyes suddenly landed on Taehyung’s ass, the white fabric covering it exposing half of his ass had him blinking a few times.
Jungkook blinked, his mind taking him to a dangerous place. “One week from today.” He pointed to the calendar, finger hovering over the current date and trailed it towards the next week. “Saturday the tenth. We’ll both sit in front of each other and we’ll try to make the other cum the fastest.”
Taehyung nodded but then he froze. “Wait, so… We’re going to jerk each other off?”
Then Jungkook froze, Taehyung and him looked at each other as it dawned on them. They’re going to be naked from the waist down, trying to make the other cum and, probably, touch the other’s cock. There’s a silence that stretches for a while, their eyes lingering on each other’s bodies and stopping just where their bulges form. Taehyung puts a hand over his while Jungkook moved his legs, both feeling conscious of their semi exposed state.
“It’s not… gay if we do this for a bet, right?” Taehyung asked, his voice showing his disbelief.
“Of course not.” Jungkook murmured, crossing his arms and it was then that Taehyung suddenly noticed that, damn, Jungkook is super buff as his arms and abs were tense. “It’s more like… a bro helping out a bro.”
“Yeah.” Taehyung nodded.
“Yeah.” Jungkook agreed. “So, since we know what we’ll do, what would the loser have to do then?”
Taehyung nodded as he thought. “Loser… bottoms for the other?” He spoke before he could think it through, almost as if he was testing the waters. “It’s a punishment of sorts, no?”
Jungkook gulped, thanked the stars his legs were covering his crotch from how his dick twitched in his boxers. “Yeah, totally, makes sense if you cum first then the winner cums inside the loser.” He smirked after. “Fitting you want that done to you since you’re going to lose.”
“Cocky already?” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Who said I was going to lose? Everyone knows, like I said, boxers finish their matches quickly because, if not, they’ll lose power.”
“Which is why we train our stamina to the fullest, for matches that last long.” Jungkook stated, pointing at Taehyung’s abs. “Unlike you who only has to run and throw for a few seconds and when you get tired, which happens a lot unlike me, you get someone to play in your stead.”
“Because I have to deal with a lot of people at the same time, you deal with only one person.” Taehyung stated. “In other words, I have to make more on-the-fly decisions, which is why I’ll know how to make you lose and how to control myself.”
“Boxers literally have to not cum or fuck days before the match, trust me when I say, I know about restraint.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes as Taehyung did too.
“You’re so going to lose.”
“I don’t know, hyung.” Jungkook gestured to Taehyung’s ass with a nod. “Out of the two of us, you have a bigger ass and Namjoonie hyung says that bottoms have a bigger ass.”
“And Jin hyung says tops have bigger dicks and from the two of us, well...” Taehyung raised his eyebrows.
Both men stared at each other for a few seconds before they stood up and walked closer to each other, chests and bulges bumping with each other, they both ignored the way both their dicks twitched from the contact as they both growled at each other as their foreheads connected.
They threw innocent yet ego hurting insults at each other, reminded the other of the times when they lost other bets before and even mentioned how they flopped a few of their games. It ended with them wrestling on the floor, a few things falling off the shelves and with Jungkook pinning Taehyung to the floor.
Jungkook grinned as Taehyung narrowed his eyes, both men suddenly felt how their bulges were so close that there’s no distance between them. They gulped, they couldn’t deny that it felt good, the contact and weird intimacy they felt by this.
“In a week?” Jungkook broke the silence, slowly crawling backwards and sitting as Taehyung sat upright.
“In… in a week.” Taehyung nodded.
They both stood up and went to their rooms, immediately pulling their dicks out of their underwear as they’re both hard by the time they reached their closed doors. With a hand on their mouths they jerked off, a horny guilt creeping up their spines as there was one problem that they decided to ignore until now: they’re supposed to be straight.
Supposed to be straight.
That’s the thought that turns, circles back and doesn’t leave their brain as they’re facing each other, legs tangled and hands cupping each other's crotch.
“Ready to lose?” Taehyung says confidently, his hand shaking.
“Over my dead body.” Jungkook answers as he feels his fingers sweating.
They are both nervous, that is a given, but nothing is gonna stop them from beating the other. They are at a standstill as they wait for the other to move, deciding at the same time to react to the other’s movement, a tactic to either apply more pressure or gauge what technique their opponent wants to use.
Jungkook moves first, his hand groping Taehyung who jumps from the sudden contact. He squeezes what he can of Taehyung’s crotch, his balls becoming his favorite part.
Taehyung shudders, shaking his shoulders as he starts to touch Jungkook. He opts to rub his palm, moving up and down slowly, applying slight pressure every once in a while.
“Shit.” Jungkook curses, steeling his hips. “You have a nice hand.”
“Thanks.” Taehyung smirks. “I don’t have big hands just for show, although you have a fucking amazing grip.” He jumps when Jungkook squeezes his balls. “You squeeze so good, it makes me feel tingly.”
“Because you’re going to lose.” Jungkook changes tactics and copies Taehyung, gyrating his palm, circling Taehyung’s crotch. “I can already see you getting hard.”
“Sh-shut up!” Taehyung pants, imitating Jungkook. “You’re already hard so I don’t know w-what you’re talking about.”
It’s true, in terms of who appears to be losing, Jungkook is already straining against his underwear, cock so hard it hurt hurts but Taehyung is close, too, as his cock even peeks from the top of the waistband, tip angry and red.
Jungkook sees it and seizes the opportunity. “Anything goes, remember.” He states, sliding the waistband down to Taehyung’s balls, letting them hang as he grabs Taehyung’s shaft making him let out a big, deep moan in response. “Loser.”
Taehyung shudders, eyes widening for a moment as Jungkook has his shaft in a death grip. “Ch-cheat-ter!” Taehyung gasps, his balls retracting when Jungkook starts to jerk him off. “Fucking hell, t-two can play t-this game!” He does the same as Jungkook and lowers his underwear, big palm practically enveloping Jungkook’s crotch.
Jungkook lets out a puffy breath, his moan turning into a whine after a few seconds. “N-not even c-close, you?”
“N-n-not-e-even on my m-mind!” Taehyung pants, eye twitching, he is visibly close but he for sure is stubborn. “Your hand feels hot.”
“Thank you.” Jungkook responds, he’s starting to feel light headed. “They’ll feel nice on you while I fuck you for losing.”
They both lock eyes, determination surrounding them as they both hold each other’s cocks and start jerking each other off fast, hard and efficiently. Their eyes twitch, bodies lean into the touch and bodies fold on top of the other. They look as if they are hugging each other, foreheads leaning on their shoulders and moans echoing in their living room.
They don’t know who started but they both buck into each other’s hands, cocks fucking as best they can and breathing failing them. They’re both so close, yet so stubborn, only time will tell who the winner is but Jungkook is an impatient one for sure.
“Get ready to lose.” Taehyung says, a proud smirk on his face although his body is betraying him. “That ass of yours better make room for my huge co-“ Taehyung’s eyes flutter close, he hums in delight and his hand stops moving for a moment. Jungkook seals the distance and his mouth, in the blink of an eye, with a kiss.
It’s slow, lips just touching, but it works effectively. Taehyung hums as he lets Jungkook kiss and jerk him off, reminding himself seconds later that he has a bet to win, but it’s no use. His body melts as Jungkook makes out with him, his moans flood the room as Jungkook licks and bites his lips until his cock twitches and he whines, mewls even, as he separates from the kiss.
“Fuck.” He moans, head thrown back, body spasming as he shoots thick ropes of cum onto his naked torso and Jungkook’s hand who’s still jerking him off. “You ch-cheated!” He trembles, he’s starting to feel the oversensitivity, Jungkook’s hand continues going and now with his own cum Taehyung starts to feel even better. “S-stop, please.”
“Admit I’m better.” Jungkook says with a smile. “Admit I can hold on longer, that I’m number one.”
“No.” Taehyung narrows his eyes. “Never, just because you won o- Ah!”
Jungkook uses a hand to pinch Taehyung’s nipple, jerking him slower, hand gripping tighter. “Admit it.” He grins, savoring Taehyung’s moans as best he can, enjoying how loud he’s getting. “You wouldn’t want to reach an orgasm without cumming, right?”
Taehyung wouldn’t mind that, he’s heard those hit super good, but he can’t let Jungkook know so he swallows his pride just for today. “You’re the best.” It hurts him to say it, but he can’t lie Jungkook played this game well. “You’re number one, you hold off better than me.” His vision starts to go white again, his cock hard as a rock. “You’re better than hyung, better than me!!”
He sighs as Jungkook stops his hand movements, his cock hurts as his body flops on the bed. “Good boy.” Jungkook sneers above him, a pleased and triumphant smile on his face. “Told you I’d win.”
“Anyone could win if you cheat.” Taehyung remarks, licking his lips. “Why did you kiss me?”
“Anything goes.” Jungkook shrugs with a small smile, cheeks a tint of pink. “I’ve seen how you get when someone kisses you, so why not use it to my advantage, ya know?”
Taehyung sighs, yet another valid point. “I can’t believe I have to bottom for you and your smaller cock.”
“It’s not small.” Jungkook states as a matter of fact, putting it next to Taehyung’s. “It’s big, yours is just slightly bigger than mine, a bit veiny too which is hot… if I’m honest.”
“Thanks.” Taehyung answers truthfully. “Yours is girthier than mine, if it helps. Felt good jerking you off, might even… do it again, no homo.”
“Same here.” Jungkook says with a smile, his finger rubbing circles on Taehyung’s thigh. “But, um… full homo.” He murmurs softly but Taehyung hears it, the way he freezes indicating this. “If you want of course, if not it’s fine.”
Taehyung blinks for a few seconds then nods. “Same.” He whispers, Jungkook looks directly at him. “Right now if you want, full homo, since you’re gonna fuck me.”
They stare at each other for what feels like the millionth time, the only sound in the room being some random album they now notice has been playing in the background. Their hands are intertwined, a small smile creeps up their faces until they turn into big grins. Jungkook makes the first move, scooting closer towards his hyung, tilting his head closer.
“So, you won’t mind if I do this?” He kisses Taehyung, who shakes his head. “Or this?” Another kiss, another no. “How about this?” This time their lips meet at the same time, moving in tandem, slow and methodical as if they’ve kissed forever ago.
They hum as they continue, their hands let go and start to move to the other’s body. The first thing they do is slip their underwear fully off, then hold onto each other, Jungkook tightly grasping Taehyung’s waist while Taehyung holds onto Jungkook’s shoulders, and things suddenly escalate.
Kisses turning into biting, tongues darting into mouths and hands gripping skin and hair. Jungkook stands up and Taehyung locks his legs on Jungkook's waist. They make out as they make their way to a bedroom, the winner’s, where they unceremoniously fall on it in one fell swoop. A drawer slides open, the cap of a bottle of lube pops and the sound of slick liquid being drizzled could be heard.
Taehyung shivers as he’s flipped on his stomach, legs parted and a cold finger touches his rim. “Easy, hyung.” Jungkook whispers, his tattooed hand rubbing Taehyung’s rim with his thumb, the other holding his ass parted. “I got you, I know how to do this, Namjoon hyung taught me how to stretch others properly.”
“Shit.” Taehyung curses, the digit slips inside him and his body happily takes it. “Jin hyung too, told me how it f-feels, didn’t have faith in me it seems.”
“That’s what you get when you take advice from the biggest bottom we know.” Jungkook giggles when Taehyung glares at him, his face changing as Jungkook slips a second finger inside him. “Now shush, I want you to enjoy this, too, and you’re being a hot distraction.”
That… catches Taehyung off guard. “You think I’m hot?”
Jungkook stops for a moment, looks at Taehyung. “Who doesn’t?” He responds as he continues fingering him, scissoring them. “You’re funny, super strong, kind hearted and have you seen how good your hair is all the time and that big ass boxy smile of yours?” Mysteriously, that helps Taehyung relax as Jungkook’s third finger manages to slip in, stretching him fast enough that he’s confident his cock can slip in no problem.
Jungkook’s fingers slide out with a pop, the excess lube is used on his cock. “I don’t have a condom but I promise I’m clean, haven’t fucked without one ever.”
“I trust you, besides...” Taehyung blushes. “I was wondering how it would feel if I lost since Jin hyung said it supposedly felt amazing before I found out he got fucked by Namjoonie.”
“Still can’t believe you didn’t know, he was literally limping one day after they disappeared.” Jungkook shakes his head, angling his cock after he flipped Taehyung and taps Taehyung’s hole, the tip gets clenched around. “Gonna go in.”
“Slow, please, first time.” Taehyung narrows his eyes when Jungkook gasps as if he doesn’t believe him. “I swear I will chop it off if you ke- Shit!”
Both men hiss, Jungkook’s cock feels hot inside Taehyung’s hole, Taehyung feels tight around Jungkook’s cock. They’re both sent to a new plane of existence almost, the emotions they feel are intensified by this new realization that maybe, just maybe… they’re not straight at all.
“Fucking hell, why do you feel so big?!” Taehyung grips the sheets like a mad man, gasping and stuttering as Jungkook slowly tries to bottom out. “Fuck, wait, shit shit shit.”
“Shhh.” Jungkook tries to calm Taehyung, kissing his face and then mouth. “Relax, it’ll feel good soon.” Taehyung nods, reciprocating Jungkook’s kisses as best he can until they start to make out, the distraction perfect enough as he eventually feels Jungkook smack his hips with his ass.
Taehyung takes deep breaths as he gets used to the feeling, his eyes that were closed open and he sees Jungkook very close to him. His big galaxy eyes are laced with worry, the small smile he has when he’s nervous calms him, he can feel how much Jungkook wants this to go well.
They don’t speak for a few seconds, just stare at each other, it’s becoming a theme they notice. They get lost in each other’s eyes all the time, irises shining whenever they look at each other, maybe it’s always happened but now is when they notice…
They seal the distance with a kiss, eyes fluttering close as Taehyung swivels his hips. They both hum, Jungkook starts to rock forward. They slowly start moaning, Jungkook first and then Taehyung, pace slow yet steady and they feel as if their worlds have exploded.
“Fuck, Tae.” Jungkook grunts, eyes scrunched as his thrusts get harder, not faster. “Your ass is eating me up, damn.”
“Your cock is spearing me a new one.” Taehyung gasps, chuckling as he starts to feel good. “You can go faster, cum in me, I know you want to.”
Jungkook drops his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, he crawls forward and lifts his hyung’s legs onto his shoulders. “You asked for it.” Jungkook starts to piston his hips and Taehyung moans louder, his prostate is being toyed with.
Jungkook doesn’t last long after, Taehyung’s clenching hard around him and his moans are sending pleasant shocks through his groin. He cums a few seconds into his faster pace, painting Taehyung’s inside unceremoniously and Taehyung cums for the second time, painting them both.
Once their high dies down they both fall into a fit of giggles, kissing each other slowly and smiling at one another. Their eyes lock yet again but instead of just staring at each other… they blush, things have clearly changed between them and for the first time… they don’t feel like they have to remember who lost and who won.
They remain silent as Jungkook pulls out, he helps Taehyung walk to the bathroom and they clean each other up. Taehyung gestures for Jungkook to join him, the maknae does, albeit a bit shy. They both clean up, Jungkook massages Taehyung’s back as best he can and when they dress up (Jungkook in black Calvin briefs and Taehyung in pink Strawberry briefs) the silence ends.
“Hey, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks as he’s lying down in his room, Jungkook’s next to him staring at the ceiling and hums. “What… What are we? Best friends, best friends who fuck or…”
“I wish I knew.” Jungkook sighs, he moves his left hand, his pinky holds Taehyung’s pinky. “But if you want… we could be the or, at least we can try to be.”
Taehyung smiles, moving his fingers and holding Jungkook’s hands. “Let’s try, ok?” He doesn’t need to turn his head to know Jungkook is smiling, bunny teeth on display.
They fall asleep minutes after, cuddling as the night goes on and waking up to the thought of having a new life with their best friend. They thought they were straight a week earlier, but maybe they always did like each other and this is what made them confront those feelings. It’s best not to think too much about it, they’re happy to learn about these new feelings together.
“Hey, Taehyung?” Jungkook asks in the morning, Taehyung hums. “You know I like you more than you like me, right?”
Taehyung sighs, guessing things won’t change that much, and he likes that idea.