A/n sorry for the late update! Balancing studying and writing was harder than I expected.
I'm still not sure about this writing style so I hope you like it :)

Conversation between the two men had long since died down to nothing. Namjoon going as far as to leave entirely.

He had had a few drinks and distracted himself talking to girls, who mostly ignored him, until he finally left, alone.

So Taehyung sat alone at the table, dragging his fingers along the glossed wood and taking slow sips of his drink, taking his time on just the one as he knew he was inevitably going to have the responsibility of driving both men home.

He hadn't expected to be left alone. When he proposed this plan to Jimin he had expected to be a mediator, helping them both to be more comfortable, maybe even helping them through a fight.

Yet he was. They didn't need a mediator.

In fact the two men were so happy together Taehyung wondered whether he was needed here at all.

He brushed the thought away, already knowing the answer but not quite ready to acknowledge it.

Instead he stared down at the dance floor. Jungkook had stamina; he had been dancing for nearly half an hour with Jimin and he wasn't that bad considering he couldn't currently walk in a straight line.

Taehyung tried to take a few videos of him but struggled to get anything worthwhile and found himself getting distracted as drunk Jungkook pestered men nearby him. He was sure for a moment that he had tried to mount a man exclaiming something about a pole before Jimin dragged him away, apologising profusely.

He was editing a few of the videos he took when two clumsy hands fell on his shoulders.

"Daddy!"

Taehyung twisted to look at him, switching off his phone. "Shh baby, not in public," He guided Jungkook to his side, holding the wobbly man by his waist.

Jungkook gave him a lopsided grin, revealing his bunny teeth as he clumsily reached out to cup his face, clammy hands pressing into his cheeks. "Daddy," He repeated in a whisper, leaning closer. "Jiminie says I can't drink anymore but I wanna,"

He gave a pout, wide eyes darting down to the half finished drink on the table.

Taehyung sighed. "Go ahead," If he wasn't going to be of any use besides a ride and alcohol then he may as well embrace it.

What he didn't expect, however, was for Jungkook to climb onto his lap.

His weight was uncomfortable as he shifted, his knee digging into Taehyung's thigh.

Jungkook downed the drink in one go before flapping his hands, face scrunched tightly.

Taehyung chuckled and gave his back a pat while he coughed. "Do you need some water?" He pressed his thumb to beneath Jungkook's eyes, wiping away the dampness from his skin.

It took a moment for him to recover and then he turned to face Taehyung, swaying gently as he put his hands back on his shoulders, one moving up to his neck.

Jungkook let out an exaggerated sigh.

Taehyung placed a hand on the drunk man's neck, tracing small patterns with his fingers, the other hand on his hip to stop him from falling from his precarious position.

Jungkook sighed again.

His eyes narrowed with impatience and his lips pressed into a pout.

A smile tugged at Taehyung's lips. "Yes baby?"

Jungkook giggled and leant into his neck. He couldn't help but smile at the sweet sound. Gentle puffs of air hit his collarbone until he dragged himself up and wrapped his arms around Taehyung's head to press their lips together.

Taehyung gave a surprised grunt and let him slip his tongue into his mouth, cringing at the mixed alcoholic tang of his saliva.

He squirmed out of Jungkook's hold, leading the kiss as his partner seemed to give up, weakly copying his motions.

It took a few moments for Jungkook to acknowledge his hiccups when they started, giving Taehyung a confused expression and pulling away to hover a hand over his lips.

"Dad- dy~" Hiccups interrupted him and continued to as he leaned in for another kiss, only stopping when Taehyung gently pryed him off.

His cheeks were dusted a warm pink and his mouth slightly agape, swaying slightly as he watched him with wide, curious eyes.

"Jungkook baby, I think you need to go home,"

His eyes drooped and he seemed to consider it for a moment before violently shaking his head. "Nuh- need to stay with Jiminie in case he- he leaves again!"

Taehyung gave a gentle squeeze to his hips. "Jimin won't leave again, I promise,"

Jungkook went to speak but paused when he was moved from his lap. "I'll take you back to your dorm,"

"No! Namjoon so annoying and loud," He whined, leaning into Taehyung's chest, lips ghosting across his neck and shallow breaths bouncing from his skin.

"Is there anywhere else you can go?"

Jungkook pulled away and gave him a hard glare.

"I'll take you to my place but I'm not fucking you while you're drunk,"

The younger man scoffed but held onto his arm all the same.

Cold outdoor air hit his skin with a harshness that almost sobered him before he stumbled down the pavement, mindlessly clutching onto the firm hand that pressed against his hip and guided him to a car.

He felt the concrete beneath his feet wobbling with each step, throat constricting uncomfortably as he lurched forwards, each time falling into Taehyung's chest and letting himself become encompassed by the musky scent of his cologne.

His emotions were a mess. On one hand he felt a tugging sense of loss of his friend and on the other he felt his cock hardening against his thigh.

"Taehyung," He whined, letting himself be moved into the car, head rolling back against the chair when the man leant over him to fix his seat belt.

"Yes baby?" He asked shortly, fingers fumbling with the metal in the dark, a relieved sigh escaped his lips with a crisp click sounded.

Jungkook's head fell onto his shoulder, a lazy smile on his lips.

"Jungkook? You with me?"

His head jerked up, bouncing on the cushioned head rest. "Yes daddy," He chuckled, clumsily reaching to clutch at his shirt collar and eyeing the exposed skin of his chest. His fingers slipped down to the tie and he let his hand hang from it, slowly lifting his gaze to Taehyung's eyes where he saw a dark, unimpressed expression.

He unhooked the hand from his tie and closed the door, moving around the car to sit in the drivers seat. He sighed breathlessly as be pushed the latch plate into the buckle.

The engine started with a low hum that made Jungkook's eyes droop with tiredness.

"I'll sleep on the sofa; you can have the bed,"

It took a moment for Jungkook to comprehend what he had said, distracted counting seconds between each streetlamp they passed. When he did he turned to him and gripped his thigh. "Why!?"

"Because you're clearly not going to stop touching me and I need my beauty sleep babe,"

Jungkook huffed, eyes wandering before landing back on Taehyung. How could a person's profile be so perfect? His eyes were slightly narrowed in focus, flitting across the open road as his tongue poked from his lips. Jungkook pursed his lips looking down to his hands as they gripped the smooth leather of the wheel, gliding across the material smoothly.

"Taehyung," He whined again.

"Yes baby?" His tone gave away his irritation but Jungkook wasn't overly bothered, somehow the way his voice became husky with annoyance made it hotter.

"Nothing," He grinned.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "How about we stop somewhere and get you something to eat? Sober up a little. I'm not sure how much longer I can deal with your drunk ass,"

Jungkook hummed in agreement. "Hungry," His hiccups started again, causing a giggle to erupt from his throat.

Soon they were at a McDonald's carpark, a paper bag sat in Taehyung's lap, spots of oil seeping through the brown material in places. He had a hand in the bag, reaching for a burger that the man beside him was practically drooling for, sniffing the air like a dog as he draped over the crutch. All of the weight from his upper body pressed into Taehyung's thigh through his palm.

He shoved it into Jungkook's lap before passing over the chips and putting his coffee in the drink holder. "Don't eat too quickly," He reminded, seeing the younger rip the paper wrapping, failing to notice the stray piece of lettuce that fell to the floor as he fished for his gherkin.

Jungkook smiled when he succeeded, thrusting his hand to Taehyung's mouth. "You seem like a gherkin guy," He slurred.

Taehyung opened his mouth and let him place the pickle on his tongue. He almost gagged at the placement but managed to chew it and swallow while Jungkook happily reconstructed his burger.

Taehyung enjoyed his peace while he was occupied eating, sipping his milkshake and stealing the occasional chip when Jungkook was distracted smearing sauce onto his cheek or blowing on his coffee.

He was caught each time of course, earning a whine and slap on the arm. But Taehyung just used the distraction from food to wipe the drunken man's mouth free of sauce with one of the coarse napkins.

By the end of the meal Jungkook was relatively sober, not aimlessly calling his name every two minutes and able to sit up straight. He was still a little hazy and careless but far easier to control.

"Sorry for being annoying," He sighed, resting his head on the glass and feeling the coolness seep into his cheek. "And thanks for taking care of me, you didn't have to do that,"

"Hm it's still the only taking care of you're getting tonight, baby. Don't think I'll fuck you if you suck up to me," He said, head turned to check his blind spot as he reversed from the parking spot.

"But I'm sober!"

"Not shit faced isn't the same as sober, Jungkook,"

"I was only saying thank you," He grumbled and closed his eyes. A few times he slipped into sleep on the short journey back but was awoken by his head hitting the window. Finally, he was woken by a gentle shake on his shoulder.

"Darling, I need you to wake up,"

The pet name was pleasing to his ears and forced a smile onto his lips as he sleepily unbuckled his seatbelt. "I'm awake," He mumbled.

"Come on then, pup,"

Taehyung spent an extra bit of time collecting the rubbish from their food, using his phone torch to locate the lettuce Jungkook had let fall and dusting a few crumbs to the floor. "This is the last time I'm letting you eat in my car,"

"Sorry," He said quietly. He felt like a child as he stood by the car watching Taehyung pick up up his mess while he waited, shifting weight on his feet.

He closed the car door and locked it, folding over the top of the bag.

Jungkook followed him as he walked into the building, finding comfort in the familiar squeaks of shoes on the laminate flooring.

It felt odd entering his apartment knowing he wasn't going to be fucked. He wasn't sure he liked it.

Even so, Taehyung slipped off his shoes and walked further into the space, dumping the bag into a bin. Jungkook jogged after him, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself.

His fingers slipped through the knot of his tie, further loosening the red strip of fabric so that it fell into two plain lines across his chest.

Jungkook ran his tongue over his bottom lip, watching intently as the man's practiced hands quickly unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it off. The fabric fell to the floor in a white puddle of cloth, leaving his torso exposed.

"I'm going to shower, you can after if you like," He said, unbuckling his belt and pulling it free in one smooth motion.

Jungkook frowned and watched as Taehyung let his jeans fall to his ankles, kicking them into a pile with his shirt and opening a floor to ceiling cupboard to take out a blanket.

As he turned away Jungkook's eyes followed the trail of his back to the low hanging band of his pants. The material seemed to be high quality but thin and tight, cupping his ass perfectly.

He felt a pang of guilt for staring but found it difficult to look away. It took everything in him not to get closer and grope him. A desperate need to feel his ass in his hands invaded his thoughts.

That was until Taehyung went to his room and returned with his best pillow pressed to his chest.

"You're really sleeping on the sofa?" He questioned, finally lifting his stare to eye level.

Taehyung hummed in agreement.

"Why don't you want to fuck me?" Jungkook asked, walking behind him and falling onto the sofa beside Taehyung and his pillow.

"Drunk people can't consent, it makes me uncomfortable. If you want to have drunk sex we'll talk about it when you're sober,"

Jungkook gave a slow nod. "Can't you sleep with me though? I mean, sleep sleep. I won't try anything; I promise,"

Taehyung sighed but agreed, soon leaving to the bathroom.

Jungkook sat on the sofa for a few minutes, listening to the gentle pattering of the shower. He felt his jeans tighten around his crotch as his mind wandered.

That same guilt leached on his thoughts as he imagined Taehyung showering. He looked hot doing just about anything but he could practically see how the drops of water would bead on his tan skin, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he rubbed his scalp free of sweat. He could hear those little pleasured sighs that would accompany the warm water relaxing his muscles.

Jungkook's hand ghosted along the tight denim before he caught himself, gripping onto the pillow and blanket, dragging them to the bedroom to throw on his bed along with his body.

He grabbed the blanket and slipped it over his waist, pressing his face into the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut.

It took a while but he managed to sleep, the sound of water splashing from the corridor both easing him to rest and keeping him painfully awake.

Falling asleep was a relief. He felt his jaw relax, full weight sinking into the bed and the smell of Taehyung's detergent and cologne on the bedsheets. A soft glow from the bedside lamp shone a warm, dull light over him.

When Taehyung came back to his room, towel lazily draped over his head to stop water dripping down his neck, he saw Jungkook laying almost face down on the bed, angled slightly so he could breath. His arms and legs were sprawled, one supporting his head from beneath the pillow.

He pulled on a loose white tee and some pale joggers then prepared a fresh towel and clothes for Jungkook in the bathroom before sitting in the space beside him.

Cautiously he laced his fingers in his hair, careful not to wake him.

Jungkook tilted his head so he moved his hand away, watching curiously as his face scrunched for just a moment and he let out a quiet muffled moan.

Taehyung bit his lip as he saw him weakly rock his hips into the mattress; he bit back a smirk and nudged his shoulder.

He didn't get a response other than a pleasured grunt, lower body jerking as much as it could when trapped in sleep.

He nudged him again. "Jungkook baby, I'm back if you want to shower,"

The man looked back at him with hazy eyes, lips parted and taking short, shallow breaths. After a second of catching up with his surroundings, his eyes widened slightly.

"Good dream?" Taehyung asked, not receiving an answer as Jungkook dashed to the bathroom.

He chuckled to himself hearing the water turn on almost immediately, door closing in a panicked thud. With a light shake of his head he opened the top drawer of his nightstand.

Jungkook couldn't believe it.

He knew that Taehyung's ass was on his mind but his dream was too real.

He could see so perfectly how Taehyung's long black hair would splay across the pillow beneath him, those dark eyes fluttering shut as he-

Jungkook groaned and undressed, stepping into the shower quickly and turning down the heat when he soon learned that Taehyung liked his showers scalding.

Looking down he wrapped a cautious hand around his dick. It was uncomfortable and he knew he had to deal with it.

Yet every train of thought seemed to lead him back to Taehyung. Taehyung in vulgar positions that he knew he had no right imagining.

With each throb in the pit of his stomach his cared a little less, until he was pumping himself with one hand, the other covering his mouth as he muffled the pathetic sounds that escaped his throat.

Water poured down over his head, forcing him to close his eyes.

Why did he gave to have such a nice ass? In his imagination he could see himself ramming into the older man, forcing those pretty gasps in that low voice. He would please him just as Taehyung had done to him. On his back the man would be sprawled beneath him, back arched so beautifully. He would give those final strokes to his cock pushing him over the edge and watch him writhe, his muscles prominent beneath the stretched skin.

Then he realised, he had never actually touched Taehyung. He had barely even seen him, too busy getting lost in his own pleasure to give any thought to him. He had no idea how it felt to hold another man's dick in his hand nevermind shoving his dick up someone's arse.

Still, if Taehyung's usual sounds were anything to go by topping felt great, and if there was one thing he was sure of in that moment it was that he wanted to fuck Taehyung.

Vulgar images continued flashing through his mind until he came with a low grunt, the white substance washing away from the back of his hand before it had chance to drip down across his fingers as the water continued hitting him.

He hung his head forward to catch his breath.

As he did, regret started to seep in but he brushed it away, taking his time with the rest of his shower.

The nagging part of his brain told him he was wrong for thinking those things when it was made so clear it would never happen.

But that didn't mean it would bother him at all, he may even find it funny to taunt him with his desires, knowingly withholding the experience but always keeping it at arms length.

He checked each of the bottles on the small corner shelf, noticing how each one smelt so similar to Taehyung, from his shampoo to his lotion. It felt odd using his products and he used as little as possible for each.

He borrowed his comb to sort his messy wet hair before drying it and himself, patting his body dry with a fluffy towel that he found hanging on the radiator.

Just as he began to become concerned about walking into Taehyung's room naked he saw a small pile of clothes on the toilet seat.

He put them on with a small smile and left.

When he pushed open the door to his room he saw Taehyung, his hair was still damp and waves formed in wet strands over his forehead. He kept the towel bunched around his neck and he was otherwise modestly dressed. The lamp casted a warm yellow glow over his form as he stared into his lap at a book; the light from the lamp reflected on the rims of the wire framed glasses that sat eloquently on his nose.

A suffocating wave of guilt crashed into him as he looked at his friend.

Would he be angry if he knew?

It took a few more seconds for him to be noticed, when he did Taehyung closed the book, letting it sit in his lap. "Jungkook,"

"Yes?" He asked, feeling as though he were about to be scolded. Did Taehyung know somehow? Did he moan his name without realising? Could he read minds? Oh God.

"Why are you standing there? You're the one who wanted to sleep in the same bed,"

"Oh, right," He shuffled around the bed and climbed onto he opposite side, tugging the blanket over his lap.

"Nice shower?"

"Yeah, great,"

"You took your time," He smirked.

Jungkook nodded, fisting at the sheets. "Sorry,"

Taehyung leaned forward to peck his cheek before slipping the book back into the drawer. "No worries, don't cum down the drain next time though, yeah? Blocks the pipes,"

"Were- were you listening?"

Taehyung shook his head, shuffling to lay down and pulling the covers up to his chest. "I have better things to do than listen to you, Kook. I was reading,"

After a moment of silence he continued. "You ran away with a boner. I'm not an idiot, now lie down. I want to sleep,"

Jungkook complied and tucked himself beneath the covers, the light almost immediately vanished with a gentle click of the switch.

Bathed in darkness it seemed to be quieter, almost eerily so, the walls painted a dark blue, almost black and bright stripes of the moon shone through the blinds, taunting his awake mind.

Taehyung sighed and shuffled to make himself more comfortable.

"Taehyung?" Jungkook said wearily, turning his head to face the dark mass that he could just about make out to be him.

"Hm?"

"Why were you so adamant against bottoming?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Go to sleep,"