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“You know,” Chenle mutters, “you’re really starting to piss me off.”
Jisung just sighs. “You’re literally in my shower.”
Chenle never backs down on the opportunity to bite back. “You invited me in.”
“You invited yourself in.”
“Same thing.”
Jisung just glares at him. Chenle tilts his head, smiling back, pleased to know he’s already gotten on his best friend’s nerves.
That smile is instantly swept away when Jisung turns the shower on, drenching Chenle with water that hasn’t fully heated up yet.
“What the fuck?!” Chenle yells, voice echoing off the tiles. He squirms away from the water, bumping into Jisung’s bare chest. He gives him a sharp slap. “What was that for?!”
“I’m just trying to wash away some of your attitude.” Jisung teases, still wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist.
“You’re the worst.” Chenle grumbles. His hair is soaked and stuck to his forehead. His whole body is soaked and wow — he wants to get revenge so badly.
His eyes fall to where Jisung’s arms are around him. Horrified, he attempts to wriggle out of Jisung’s hold. “Get off me—!”
“I thought you wanted me to touch you?”
Chenle does not blush at the word choice at all.
“Not anymore.” A lie.
“Well then, feel free to leave.”
Chenle almost jumps when he feels Jisung’s arms loosen around him.
He doesn’t move. He doesn’t dare to.
Jisung chuckles, the sound low and deep, and Chenle feels it where his hand rests over his toned chest. “That’s what I thought.”
There’s a burning need to say something back that grows inside Chenle, but before he can think to say or do anything, he’s silenced when Jisung’s lips crash against his.
Chenle gasps against him, a little startled, but soon, he melts into the rhythm of the steady and breathtaking kisses he’s used to from Jisung. If he wasn’t still a little bit mad about Jisung turning the shower on him earlier, he would have complied to the younger man trying to coax his mouth open with his lips.
But no, Chenle isn’t like that.
He kisses back, lips pressed tightly just to annoy Jisung.
And to Chenle’s content, it works!
He feels Jisung huff against his lips and Chenle can only grin into the kiss.
Eventually, Jisung pulls back, jaw tight. “You really are a piece of work.”
Chenle shrugs. He can’t hide the smugness in his expression. “You love it, really.”
Jisung just scoffs, and starts moving forwards, backing Chenle up against the wall, where he too gets drenched in water. “Too warm?” He asks, hand reaching for the faucet.
Chenle finds his consideration awfully sweet for a moment like this. He hums, feeling the warmth hit his skin. “No, it’s fine.”
The other man nods, attention fully on Chenle now. His eyes are dark with focus and something more — something intense that makes it hard for Chenle to maintain eye contact. His palms then settle on the older man’s waist, like it’s muscle memory. He leans in almost letting their noses brush. “You sure you want this?”
Chenle does not appreciate the affect Jisung’s smooth and dangerously deep voice has on him. He swallows. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
It’s true. He wouldn’t.
He also wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t Jisung standing in front of him, leaning in to connect their lips again.
He complies this time, lips parting to let Jisung’s tongue explore. He can’t stop a soft sigh bordering a whimper escape him when their tongues brush.
Jisung, being the infuriating person he is for knowing Chenle’s body too well, presses closer so their chests are flushed against each other. He knows Chenle loves the contact and he smirks against his lips when a gasp escapes the older man.
Face burning, Chenle kisses back with a bit more fervor, attempting to regain some control of the situation. He knows he can’t. He always melts under Jisung’s touch.
Maybe it’s because he feels safe. Cared for.
Or maybe it’s because that’s the closest he can get to something more…
He shudders at the feeling of Jisung’s cool, large, palms sliding up his torso, covering enough skin to make Chenle feel dizzy. His eyes squeeze shut tighter as the younger man traces patterns down his chest to his toned stomach, fingertips setting a trail of sparks along his fair skin.
To distract himself from the warm feeling swooping in his chest as Jisung explores his body like he’s trying to memorize it, Chenle slides his hand up his shoulder, further up his neck before tangling in dark locks of hair. He tugs, earning a muffled groan from Jisung.
Chenle can’t help but grin as he kisses back harder. He’s nipping onto Jisung’s bottom lip until it’s cherry red, soothes it with a peck before he’s pulling Jisung impossibly closer, the need to feel him everywhere growing immensely.
Chenle feels like he could keep kissing Jisung for hours. The younger man’s lips are plump and perfect and he’s sure Jisung wouldn’t mind the idea, especially not now that he’s leading the kiss with more passion. His lips move with a controlled intensity that makes Chenle’s head spin and keeps him addicted to him.
He barely gives Chenle a second to catch his breath back before he’s titling his head and kissing him again…and again…until the older man’s lips are swelling slightly and his breathing is shaky.
Breathless, Chenle peers up at him. “Are you trying to kill me?” He raises a brow, not doing a good job of coming across as serious as possible when his eyes follows the way water drips out of Jisung’s hair and rolls down his chest.
God…his chest…
Jisung shrugs. “Didn’t know a little bit of kissing could kill you, but here we are.” He rubs his thumb over the other man’s kiss-red lips.
Chenle narrows his eyes at him. He does all he can to hold back from biting Jisung’s thumb. “Whatever.”
“You’re pretty when you’re mad.”
“Shut up.”
“How cute.”
Chenle’s glare grows deadlier. “Are you going to keep riling me up all night or—?”
“Nope. I’ve had my fun.” Jisung leans in to kiss his nose, suddenly softening the air around them. “Turn around.” He whispers.
Chenle rolls his eyes, but he does it anyway.
He’s grumbling something along the lines of how bossy and annoying his best friend is but he pauses mid- complaint when a hand holds him first at the waist and the faint click of a bottle comes from behind him. He holds his breath, already knowing what’s coming, but even after all these months of messing around with Jisung, he’s still never prepared for the feeling of his finger teasing around and starting to press at his entrance.
“Deep breaths.” Jisung reminds him with a heart-fluttering kiss to his ear.
Chenle can merely nod, bracing himself with his palms against the tiles before the stretch in his lower body deepens as he opens up around Jisung’s finger.
He bites his lip. “S-shit…”
“You ok?” The younger man kisses his shoulder, voice filled with genuine care.
Chenle nods. “Y-yeah…fine.”
He is not fine when Jisung takes his answer as a sign to press deeper, making his knees weaken already. Chenle’s lips part and his eyes struggle to stay open as he feels Jisung start to move his finger, in slow, steady thrusts.
If Chenle wasn’t aroused already, he is sure now as he instinctively pushes back with his hips, huffing when he can’t quite get the sensation he so badly wants to feel and knows Jisung can give him. “J-Jisung…another.”
“Already?” And Chenle hates the tinge of amusement in Jisung’s voice.
“Yes. Please.” He says through gritted teeth.
The younger man chuckles. Yes, he dares to chuckle at a moment like this. Chenle’s urge to turn back and slap him gets higher.
Jisung sighs, slowing down his finger to pull out.“Since you asked nicely…”
Two fingers now press against Chenle’s sensitive hole. He mewls as they slide in next to each other, filling him up just right. He feels Jisung wait for him to adjust to the stretch, peppering kisses from one shoulder blade to the other, free hand running up and down his chest.
Chenle feels hot all over. His fingers twitch against the tiles. “I-I’m ok…you can move now.” He tells Jisung, knowing full well his best friend won’t make a move until he knows he’s comfortable.
A short hum and a kiss to his cheek is all Chenle gets as a warning before Jisung pulls his fingers all the way out before sliding back in and curling up at an angle that makes him tremble.
“F-fuck! Jisung…” Chenle whines, crossing his arms on the tiles to bury his face in them. He knows Jisung can make him unravel like this, but god does he wish was the strongest soldier for once.
Jisung’s pace stays relentless, though. He presses in deep enough to knock the air out of Chenle’s lungs, and pulls out, teasingly slow to drag out the neediest whines from the older man.
He smirks, leaning forwards to nip at Chenle’s ear. “Feels good?” He asks, making his best friend see stars as he curls his fingers up.
Chenle can’t form an answer. He’s too busy losing himself in the sensation of Jisung’s fingers brushing and pressing right where he’s most sensitive. All that comes out is a broken moan.
Jisung doesn’t accept it. “I asked you a question, baby.”
It’s like he knows exactly what strings he’s pulling when that word rolls off his tongue and his fingers brush that spot inside Chenle again.
Chenle feels his heart thump hard against his ribs — harder than it should do. “F-feels good…so good.” His voice cracks with a whine as Jisung decides it’s the perfect time to latch his lips to the back of his neck. All the older man can do is gasp as his best friend presses a searing kiss to his skin before sucking enough to leave a reminder of his touch.
Jisung pumps his fingers in and out a few more times, lips brushing Chenle’s ear. “You always get so quiet when we’re like this, huh?”
Chenle cracks one eye open to look at him. “F-fuck off.”
The younger man just shakes his head with a laugh. “You don’t really want me to do that, do you, Lele?”
The older man pretends to ignore that comment, lips shut tightly, head turning the furthest away it can.
Once again, Jisung isn’t pleased with that response.
He slides his hand down from Chenle’s chest, between his trembling legs and wraps his hand around his hardened length.
Chenle mewls, the sound intensified by the tiled walls.
Jisung matches the strokes of his hand with his fingers, amused grin spreading across his lips. “Do you, Le?”
Chenle’s knees buckle hard at the dual sensation and he would have fallen to the floor if it wasn’t for being pressed right against Jisung’s chest. His breaths come out in tiny, ragged, bursts. “N-no! Fuck. Fuck— no, I d-don’t.”
“Good.” Jisung slows his hand around Chenle’s arousal. “Can you handle another?”
And call Chenle greedy, but can you blame him for wanting anything Jisung can give him?
“Y-Yeah…” he breathes out. He feels the movement of Jisung’s fingers slow down and a hand massage his waist, soothing him before the inevitable burning stretch begins.
While Chenle thinks his best friend is an asshole sometimes, he’s always very sweet and considerate, even when Chenle’s been mouthing off about anything just to get his attention. There’s no one like Jisung — no one else has the ability to know Chenle so well and accept that fact that he’s just a little bit of a brat for the giggles.
It feels weird to think about the dynamics of their friendship as Chenle feels three fingers push inside him, but he can’t help but acknowledge that being around Jisung has always felt safe, which is probably why he trusts him so much — even with his body.
As the sensation of being stretched open settles in his lower body, Chenle muffles a whimper with the back of his hand. His chest rises and falls unsteadily. His head feels light.
Jisung notices. “You ok? Too much?” He kisses the underside of Chenle’s jaw, rubbing circles on his hips.
The older man’s heart flutters the tiniest bit. He melts into Jisung’s touch, feeling his lips press against his skin, focusing on the motion of his thumb on his hip. Gradually, the burn fades to pleasure that makes Chenle’s face redden. “I’m ok now…” he whispers, turning his head to see the younger male staring back at him.
Jisung’s eyes don’t leave his, even as he starts to work his fingers inside Chenle, dragging almost all the way out before pushing back in enough to hit that spot just right every time. The precise, twist of his wrist has Chenle crying out, hands sliding down the tiles.
The younger man holds him firmly. “Careful.” He wraps his arm around Chenle, holding him up as his fingers work him open.
Meanwhile, Chenle is losing it. Jisung’s strong, veiny arm around him makes his stomach twist and every thrust of his fingers makes his hips jerk to feel him even deeper. Every kiss on his back makes his cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. The heat of the water running down his body somehow makes everything more intense. The steam around them blurs his vision, yet Jisung’s unwavering gaze still goes right through him.
He wants to kiss him so badly, but now that he’s coming undone like this, he feels too shy. Too seen.
He just wants Jisung to take him right here and now.
With a final, deep, press of fingers that makes a sharp moan escape Chenle’s lips, Jisung slows down to a stop, sliding his fingers out and rinsing them off under the running water.
Chenle’s heavy breaths echo around them. He blinks slowly, feeling tremors run through his body. He then feels lips on his back again, leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses down his spine and traveling back up to his neck. He sighs at the feeling, blindly reach up to tangle his fingers in Jisung’s hair when he starts to suck at his neck. He’ll probably end up with a bunch of pretty, red bruises down his neck and his other friends will definitely notice, but for now, he doesn’t care — not when Jisung’s lips feel that good.
A breathy moan leaves his bitten lips when Jisung swirls his tongue over a fresh mark. He’s feeling himself get more turned on by the second.
He wants Jisung to do something about it. Fast.
“Fuck— why do you like to maul at my neck so much?” Chenle means for it to come out sounding like a complaint, but that fails when he ends up whining when Jisung sucks against his skin again.
“Because, you look so pretty with my marks all over you.” The younger man’s breath tickles Chenle’s skin.
Chenle scoffs. “That’s kinda possessive, don’t you think?”
Jisung shrugs. “Just a little.”
Chenle huffs, but deep down, a part of him likes the idea of his best friend feeling possessive over him. Maybe it’s his own selfishness but sometimes, he wants to be the only one Jisung thinks about.
He sets that feeling aside, however.
This isn’t part of the arrangement.
“Jisung~” he frowns when the younger boy’s lips meet his cheek. “You’re taking forever. Are you gonna fuck me or what?”
Jisung tuts. “You’re so impatient…” he gives Chenle’s ass a playful squeeze — and no, Chenle does not squeak.
He yelps.
Despite the fact his ears are burning, Chenle still fights back. “Only because you’re so devastatingly slow.”
“I’m starting to prefer you when you can’t talk.” Jisung turns the other man back around to face him, pressing him back against the wall.
Chenle sticks his tongue out at him. “You love my voice.” His arms loop around the younger man’s neck.
“Not when you’re being bratty.”
Chenle’s jaw drops. “What the hell— when have I ever been bratty?!”
Jisung doesn’t answer.
The audacity.
“Excuse me?” Chenle swats at his shoulder. Jisung doesn’t even flinch. “I am talking to you!”
The younger man just gives him an unimpressed glare.
Chenle laughs in disbelief. “So now you’re ignoring me?” He pokes Jisung’s arm. “Wow— real mature of you.”
Jisung just smirks, hands sliding down to the back of his ‘bratty’ best friend’s thighs.
Chenle is not done, however. “You really think ignoring me is going to shut me up?” He rolls his eyes, ignoring the way his heart races as Jisung picks him up effortlessly. “Clearly, you are the brat in this friendship.”
He’s not even sure if Jisung is paying attention anymore. He just gives Chenle a warning glance.
The older man does not get the hint. He keeps running his mouth.
“You’re actually so horrible if y-you think—ah—!” His eyes fly wide open, fingers gripping to Jisung’s shoulders as he feels the younger man start to push into him.
He did not.
He doesn’t back down completely though. “I-if you think— fuck!”
Jisung lets out a soft groan, pressing in deeper as Chenle’s body opens up for him like it always does.
Chenle still has more to say. “If y-you think that—mmm—ignoring m-me…” his legs lock around Jisung’s waist as he bottoms out, fully sheathed inside him. His breath stutters at the fullness.
Jisung raises a brow at him. “You still complaining, baby?”
Chenle tries his best to look as intimidating as possible, but it’s hard to do when Jisung starts rocking into him. He weakly slaps his chest. “I’m j-just saying—” Jisung pulls all the way out. “I-ignoring me w-won’t—” Jisung’s grip tightens around Chenle’s thighs. “—s-shut me up— oh fuck— Jisung!”
Jisung’s pace is immediately relentless. Hard and controlled.
Every thrust leaves Chenle lost for words. The pleasure is intense and has him shaking, hands flailing to grab at Jisung’s back, nails digging crescents into the skin.
He feels Jisung’s eyes on him, like he’s observing his expression — watching the crease between Chenle’s brows when he pushes in deep enough. How red his ears and cheeks are. How his wet lashes flutter against his cheeks. The way his lip is tugged between his teeth as he tries to stifle the string of moans that threaten to escape.
Chenle feels even more flustered under his watch.
“Does this shut you up, Lele?” Jisung tilts his head, grinning all to smugly for Chenle’s liking.
Chenle wishes he could fire back quicker but instead he chokes on a moan when Jisung decides to angle his hips, hitting his sweet spot straight on. “H-hah— Ji… y-you’re so— oh my god—!”
“What’s that, baby?”
Chenle lets out a loud whine of frustration mixed with pleasure. “N-nothing…nothing, just—” a sharp gasp leaves his lips as Jisung’s thrusts grow firmer, making him slide up and down against the wet tiles. “Fuck it— just k-kiss me.”
Jisung doesn’t hesitate.
His lips capture Chenle’s, tongue darting out to deepen the kiss. It’s a little messy and uncoordinated, mainly because Chenle can barely keep up when he’s feeling Jisung so deep inside him, slamming into him mercilessly like he wants Chenle to feel him long after they’re done.
And honestly, Chenle doesn’t mind.
His legs shake, his toes curl, and he meets every thrust with a shift of his own hips, relishing the moans Jisung lets out against his mouth when he does so.
The heat pooling in his stomach intensifies. He’s leaking between their sweaty and soaked bodies. The tapping of water against the floor tiles doesn’t compare to the sound of their bodies connecting.
“You feel s-so good, Chenle…” Jisung groans into their kiss.
Chenle’s stomach swirls at the way his name comes out of Jisung’s mouth. He forces his eyes open, just to take a look at him, and damn — he doesn’t think he’s seen anything more dangerously hot in his life.
Jisung is flushed red to his chest. His jaw is tight and his brows furrow together in concentration. Water rolls down his face and clings to the ends of his hair. His lips are parted, deep, low grunts escaping every time he pushes in.
And his eyes — Chenle could look into them forever.
Dark and glassy as he speeds up, constantly flicking to where their bodies connecting and back up to Chenle’s face.
The older man squirms when their eyes meet. He moans, head falling back. Jisung reaches up to cradle his head to stop it from thudding against the tiles. Somehow, that considerate act drives Chenle closer to the edge. “J-Ji… I’m close…”
Jisung nods, burying his face into his neck. “That’s ok, baby.” He presses his lips just under Chenle’s ear. “Come.”
That and another brutal thrust snaps Chenle’s last bit of control. The force of it has him raking his nails down Jisung’s back, crying out his best friend’s name like it’s the only word he knows as he spills in between them.
“Good… so good for me.” Jisung whispers, cupping his face and kissing his cheek.
Chenle’s gasping for air like he’s just been underwater. He’s whimpering with oversensitivity as Jisung continues to snap his hips against him, clearly still hard and throbbing inside him. “S-sung…”
“S-sorry, Le…just a little m-more.” Jisung replies with a groan.
Chenle just whines. But then, to his surprise, the shower is turned off and — oh, they’re moving.
Startled, he frowns at the younger man. “J-Ji… what are you—”
“Hold on.”
Chenle gulps but complies, legs locking around Jisung’s waist, leaning in to rest his head against his shoulder. His heart thumps harder in his chest as he lets himself get carried out of the shower, water dripping off his body and onto the floor. “Jisung—” his voice cracks. “Hey, where are we—holy shit, that’s cold—!”
He cuts himself off with a gasp as Jisung sets him down on the countertop next to the sink. He barely has time to react and acknowledge his new surroundings before Jisung is angling his body towards him, hiking his thigh around his waist.
“Stay still for me, ok?” The younger man tilts Chenle’s chin up to make their eyes lock.
Chenle swallows away the feeling of his heart doing tricks at the way Jisung looks at him. His thigh twitches in Jisung’s hold like his body knows what’s coming next.
“I— Jisung— oh, wait—f-fuck!” Chenle’s head falls back as Jisung pushes into him again, every thrust fast, shallow and desperate as he chases his release.
Chenle’s hands scramble to grip on the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white as he lets Jisung wreck him — again — from the inside out.
Jisung’s letting out a groan at every push, biting down on Chenle’s shoulder to muffle the sounds. “S-so tight…just for me.” He moans, lips brushing up his best friend’s neck. His hips snap firmer as he presses his lips over Chenle’s adam’s apple.
Body spent and sensitive all over, all Chenle can do is cling to the countertop for dear life. His walls tighten around Jisung a few times, earning desperate whines from the younger man. His muscles spasm uncontrollably and he’s letting out sounds he can’t hold back. He feels so helpless, lacking power over his own body, yet even so, he trusts Jisung.
He lets out a cry when he feels the tip of Jisung’s length brush his sensitive spot over and over until tears cling to his lashes and his toes curl. “Jisung…Jisung, p-please…” he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for anymore.
Jisung presses a kiss down his sternum, hips stuttering. “I’m close…h-haah…” his rhythm starts to falter. “I’m gonna—fuck, Chenle!” Is the only warning he can manage before he’s spilling, hot and deep into his best friend, sighing at the way his walls flutter around him.
Chenle’s breathing so hard now, his throat aches. He feels Jisung everywhere — around him and filling him with warmth. It makes his cheeks darken.
He doesn’t think he’ll be able to feel his legs tomorrow — hell, he might not even be able to walk. He feels Jisung rest against him, chest rising and falling unevenly, sweat rolling down his forehead. The older man can’t resist the urge to brush some sweaty strands of hair out of the younger one’s face with his trembling hands.
Eventually, Jisung pulls back to look at the mess he’s made out of his best friend. “You ok?”
Chenle glares weakly at him. “Do I look ok?”
A breathy laugh from Jisung is what he gets as a response. “The way you were saying my name sure made it seem like you were more than ok.”
“What did you want me to do?” Chenle asks, exasperated. “Laugh as you fucked my brains out?”
Jisung rolls his eyes, yet his tired smile doesn’t budge. “You really are something else.” He dismisses the older man before pulling out slowly, hands running up and down Chenle’s quivering thighs.
Chenle hisses at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Jisung rubs his arm as a silent apology.
Chenle then catches Jisung’s eyes travel down to — oh — where he can see himself seeping out of Chenle’s entrance. The older man’s attempts to shut his legs, but he’s blocked by the other man’s body between them. “D-don’t look, you weirdo.”
Jisung doesn’t even try to peel his eyes away.
Chenle flicks his shoulder. “Jisung!” He squeaks, blushing harder when he feels drops roll down his thighs. “Ugh, great. You see if we stayed in the shower, I would be clean!”
“You’re acting like I never clean you up.” Jisung points out. He ignores Chenle grumbling under his breath and instead reaches for wipes and starts running a cloth under the tap. Chenle’s complaints stop the moment Jisung starts wiping him down, the warmth of the cloth soothing his skin.
Chenle hums, watching every gentle move of the younger man’s hand. He slows down when Chenle twitches out of sensitivity and doesn’t miss a spot.
“This might be the nicest you’ve ever been to me.” He teases, fingers playing with the hairs at the top of Jisung’s neck.
He knows that’s not true. Jisung has always been the most sincere and considerate person to him.
Jisung has always been different to other people in Chenle’s eyes
…and maybe even in his heart.
Best friends are like that, though.
Jisung’s rinsing the cloth with a smile when he answers, “Enjoy it while it lasts.”
“Trust me, I will.” Chenle tilts his head. Then, he pauses, eyes wandering as he thinks to himself. “…whilst I’m enjoying your kindness…” he starts, grin turning mischievous. “Perhaps it would be nice if you carried me to bed.”
Jisung snorts like the suggestion is unbelievable. He looks Chenle right in the eyes. “No. Walk.”
Chenle kicks at his knee. “I physically cannot and it’s your fault.”
“Really? And how so?”
“Jisung.”
“Alright.”
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The walk back from Jisung’s dorm is always the dullest part.
Chenle had woken up before Jisung this time around. The younger male was fast asleep, snoring lightly as Chenle carefully pried himself out of his hold.
“Always so clingy…” he muttered, but he was smiling as he looked at his sleepy best friend. He left as quietly as possible, because he knows Jisung hates interrupted sleep.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, the usual crash of emotions happened.
Chenle might not admit it easily, but any time with Jisung makes him feel lighter.
And without him?
Well…
It’s confusing.
He’s still a little sensitive and sore — strong reminders of what goes on in Jisung’s dorm — and the memories of the night before are still fresh in his head.
He used to think that was enough.
And whilst there’s a feeling of satisfaction in him, there’s also a feeling of emptiness — like there’s something missing that he can’t quite pinpoint.
Surely, it can’t be because he misses Jisung.
No, that would be silly.
He sees him everyday.
In between lectures. Hang outs with their friends. Hang outs just the two of them. Chenle can’t even count the amount of times he’s crashed at Jisung’s for the night after study sessions or…other things.
It’s practical, he argues. Jisung has his own dorm nearer to the STEM facilities whilst Chenle has roommates and is situated closer to the music and performing arts buildings — on the other side of campus.
It’s too dark and too far to walk back to when he’s at Jisung’s, so staying feels natural and comfortable.
The walk across campus drags on longer this time. A part of Chenle longs to turn back and wait for Jisung to wake up. They could be together the whole day that way. They could study, talk, bicker and just enjoy each others presence.
Chenle likes to think Jisung feels less alone when he’s around.
It’s too late now, however. Chenle’s finally reached his dorm building and the noise seeps in through the walls. It’s nothing like the quiet nature of Jisung’s dorm.
He walks slowly down the hallway, not even having to look up to find his dorm number because it’s muscle memory now.
When he reaches his door, he stops, finger hovering over the keypad like he’s not ready to enter yet. He hears the familiar laughter of his friends through the door. It makes his lips curve into a tiny, tired smile and he starts to think that maybe this heavy feeling will leave him alone this time.
Maybe he’ll stop overthinking every word and every touch from Jisung for a while.
The moment he enters the dorm, he’s met with looks from all angles. The laughter seizes and the room is abnormally silent.
He merely blinks before Donghyuck smirks at him from the couch. “Look who’s back.”
“Finally.” Renjun sighs, arms folded over his chest as he stands in the doorway to his room.
Jaemin, who does not live here, waves at Chenle from where he’s sitting next to Donghyuck. “Hey, Le!”
The youngest student looks blankly at them, slowly shutting the door. “…Why is Jaemin here again?”
“He’s my boyfriend.” Donghyuck is quick to answer, wrapping his arms around said boyfriend to prove a point. “The real question is where the hell have you been?”
“I think the answer is quite obvious…” Renjun steps closer, inspecting Chenle from head to toe.
Jaemin squints at him and Donghyuck’s smirk grows dangerously larger.
Chenle gulps when the realization hits him — messy hair, tired but glowing eyes, a hoodie that is definitely not his thrown on that does no help covering up the very obvious marks up his neck.
They’ve seen it all…
“Don’t tell me you got railed by Jisung again.” Donghyuck snickers and Chenle can feel his face burning.
He tries to come up with a defense. “W-Well—”
“Animals. Absolute animals.” Renjun shakes his head.
Chenle wants nothing more but to disappear. He’s just accepting the fact that his friends know everything.
“You guys better keep to down.” Jaemin says.
Chenle’s eyes widen. “W-what do you mean?! We’re n-not…” he stops breathing when Jaemin raises a brow at him. “…a-are we?” His voice cracks.
“Just so you know, my room is next door to Jisung’s.”
That’s it. Chenle is ready to move away to a different planet.
He buries his face in his hands, ears flaming. “I hate you all.”
“We hate you too.” Renjun teases, patting his shoulder.
“Right, because imagine getting laid by your best friend on the daily when Renjun can’t even get Jeno to realize he’s flirting with him.” Donghyuck shrugs, ignoring the deadly glare he’s getting from the oldest student.
Jaemin grins. “He’s just a bit slow. He’ll get it one day, Jun.”
Renjun just rolls his eyes and Chenle fails to bite back a giggle.
“This isn’t about me.” Renjun starts, eyes flicking back to Chenle. “This is about him.”
Chenle does not like where this is going.
“When are you gonna tell him?” Jaemin asks, curious.
Stunned by the question, Chenle frowns at him. “Tell him what?”
His friends sigh.
Donghyuck rubs his temples. “Who’s gonna tell him?”
And now Chenle is really lost.
“Tell me what?!”
“That you like him, geez.” Renjun says, clearly tired of being the only one with working brain cells in his friend group.
Chenle freezes.
Like him?
Like Jisung?!?
“What— n-no?” He shakes his head, laughing away his nerves. “Jisung? Park Jisung? Hell no.”
Jaemin coughs. “Deep in denial.”
“He’s drowning in it.” Donghyuck adds, giggling quietly with his boyfriend.
Chenle shoots them a look. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He grumbles, kicking off his shoes before he starts to trudge to his room.
“…is it that ridiculous, though?”
Chenle stops mid step at the sound of Renjun’s voice. He turns back to his friend. “What do you mean?”
“Chenle, we can all see that you’ve liked him for ages.”
“Years.” Donghyuck mutters.
“He’s my best friend…” Chenle says quietly.
“Do you say that when you’re bouncing on his dick?” Donghyuck deadpans.
Everyone holds their breaths.
The room falls quiet.
Chenle chokes on air.
Donghyuck claps his hands together. “No, I didn’t think so.”
“Chenle, we care about you, and Jisung cares about you too.” Jaemin tilts his head. “Be honest with yourself.”
Chenle looks down, finding the carpeted floor rather intriguing.
“He’s got to feel the same way about you.” Renjun tries to encourage him, but Chenle just waves him off.
“You’re all crazy. Jisung and I…” his stomach twists. “We’re not like that.”
And we won’t ever be that way.
___________________________
As usual, Chenle finds himself with Jisung again.
The two find themselves in a corner of a small cafe on campus.
Jisung hogs most of the table with text books and equation sheets that look like they could knock someone out.
Chenle, on the other hand, has his laptop open, with several tabs up from different lectures, samples and unfinished tracks. His well-used headphones sit on his head and his fingers tap against the table as he loops the same part of a track he’s working on, over and over, editing anything that needs improvement.
Humming quietly, Chenle takes a moment to look over his screen, peering at his best friend. Jisung’s brows are knit together, his lip is turning red from how hard he’s biting it out of habit and he pushes his hair back out of his face as he moves on to the next question, it seems.
His eyes scan over the younger student’s worksheets — big mistake.
He’s horrified by the amount of numbers and letters and equations and diagrams and oh— he is proud to not have astrophysics as his major.
“What the hell is all this…” he murmurs, setting his headphones down. His eyes are still wide with fear.
Jisung looks up. “Astrophysics.”
“Well yeah, I can see that.” Chenle points at one sheet that’s full of numbers. “What’s this?”
“Orbital mechanics.” Jisung says it like it’s the most casual thing in the world.
Chenle nearly falls off his seat. He looks, eyes filled with disgust, from Jisung and back to his work sheet. “…Ok and what the fuck is that?”
Jisung huffs out a laugh. He picks up one of his notes with a detailed, hand drawn diagram with a bunch of circles and arrows to show the older student. “It’s when you calculate how objects move around stars or planets.”
“And you do this willingly?”
“Well, yes.”
Chenle blinks at him. “So you hate yourself?”
“No… it’s fun.” Jisung protests.
The older student points at a long, never-ending equation that should not legally exist. “This is fun to you?!”
“Of course.”
Chenle slumps in his seat. “Why are we even friends…”
“Because you laughed at my bowl cut in 3rd grade and then proceeded to defend me from any other kid who laughed.” Jisung reminds him.
Chenle snorts at that memory. “Right, that sounds like me.”
“It was you.”
“I can’t let other people pick on my best friend, ok.” Chenle teases, reaching over to ruffle Jisung’s hair.
Jisung scoffs but he ends up smiling back at Chenle, eyes soft and familiar.
Chenle finds himself looking for too long. His fingers linger in the strands of hair. And his heart— his heart does something very stupid.
He feels it beat faster.
What…what the hell?
He flicks his eyes away, hand slowing retracting back to his keyboard. He taps a few random keys without thinking as a distraction. That backfires instantly when off-key sounds that cannot be classed as music blasts out of his headphones, buzzing against the table.
Chenle jumps, frantically tapping the music off. “Oh—!”
“You good?” Jisung smirks, amused at Chenle’s clumsiness.
Chenle clears his throat, ignoring the fact his face is burning. “Y-yup… I’m just gonna…” he looks around for an excuse to move on from this embarrassing moment. His eyes fall on a menu hanging on the wall. “Do you want a drink? I’ll go get you one.”
“N-No, it’s alright—”
“No no! It’s fine!” Chenle jumps up. “I’ll be back.” He’s rushing away to the counter before Jisung can every get out another response.
In the queue, Chenle’s mind is spinning. He’s confused because he’s never felt this… shaken by Jisung before — apart from when he’s being railed into the sheets, of course.
Now, he’s puzzled, because why did something as simple as Jisung’s undeniably charming smile make his heart melt? Why did he run away from him instead of biting back like he normally does?
And why does he feel like this isn’t the first time he’s felt like this?
Chenle shakes his head.
Don’t over think it.
Maybe I’m just happy to hang out with my best friend as sappy as it seems.
Yet somewhere at the back of his mind, there’s something telling him that there’s more to this feeling — more things that he’s been pushing away…
He frowns to himself.
Don’t be ridiculous…
That’s when the words of his friends from a few days prior start to creep into his whirlwind of thoughts.
‘When are you gonna tell him?’
There’s nothing for me to tell him.
‘We can all see that you’ve liked him for ages’
Well duh. He’s my best friend? Do you want me to hate him?
“Next!” The call from the cashier makes Chenle flinch. He looks up to see the young employee, who is visibly done with her job.
Chenle steps forward, ordering a milkshake for himself and a caramel iced latte that he knows his best friend loves.
Maybe this will keep him from dozing off when his astrophysics nonsense gets too much.
He waits for a few minutes by the collection counter before the drinks are handed to him. He even grabs some napkins because he knows Jisung hates the cold that passes through the plastic cups. He’s heard many complaints on this topic before. He smiles a little, a short laugh escaping under his breath.
He’s so particular, it’s almost endearing.
“Here you go.” He sets down Jisung’s drink by his textbook before sliding back into his seat, humming in content as he takes a sip of his milkshake.
The younger student’s eyes brighten as he looks at the drink. “Woah… thank you! You didn’t have to.”
“It’s ok, dude, but you owe me a sip.” Chenle teases.
Jisung takes him seriously, however. After tasting his latte, he nods in approval. Then, he slides it towards his best friend. “Try it.”
Chenle nearly chokes on his straw. “I— I’m ok.” He declines the offer.
Jisung slides it closer, head tilting with playfulness. “Come on~ you know you want to.”
The older man shakes his head. “Nope, I’m good. My milkshake alone is perfect.”
Jisung, however, is not one to give up. “Just one sip.”
Chenle glares at him. “No.”
“Just one?”
“Nope.”
“It’s really good.”
“I don’t want your germs.”
That one has Jisung’s expression turning outright offended. “Excuse me?”
“A lot of germs are passed on through contact.” Chenle shrugs, speaking as if he’s a biologist. “Sharing straws is a no-no.”
Jisung looks unimpressed. Chenle is thrilled by his expression.
“So sharing straws is too much for you but making out with me isn’t?” Jisung says, a little too loud.
Chenle panics, reaching out to cover his mouth. “Ok— no one else here needed or wanted to know that.”
“What? It’s not like they know we fu—”
“Jisung, shut the fuck up.” Chenle threatens him with his laptop.
Jisung calmly looks up to where his best friend is holding the device up in the air. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Chenle’s grip tightens. “Don’t test me.”
The younger male just laughs, sipping at his latte. “You love my pretty face too much.”
“You’re ugly?” And Chenle knows that’s absolute bullshit.
Jisung clicks his tongue in his cheek. “Say that to me next time we hook up and I might just believe you.”
Chenle puts the laptop down. “Ji.”
“Just a suggestion.”
“God— I can’t.” Chenle’s arms flop to his sides. “You’re actually painful to be around.”
If that was true though… why am I sat right here with you?
With the skills of an Oscar winning actor, Jisung places a hand over his heart, acting like he’s touched by his best friend’s words. “You’re so sweet.”
“And you’re so annoying.” Chenle waves him off. He saves a few files before closing his laptop. “Can we go now? Listening to your voice makes me long for fresh air and space.”
“You’re the one who invited me out here.”
Chenle pauses.
…that is true, yes.
“I’m human. I make mistakes.” Chenle justifies himself. Despite this, he still reaches over the table to help collect Jisung’s notes together to help him tidy up.
As they pack up quietly, Jisung suddenly says something that makes Chenle’s heart stutter. “You being my best friend isn’t a mistake, though.” He says. “And if it is, it’s my favourite one.”
Oh.
Chenle’s milkshake almost slips out of his hand.
Best friend.
He’s my best friend.
I’m his best friend.
He bites back a pleased smile. “When did you get all sappy…” he murmurs, but his ears are turning pink.
“I’m not sappy. I’m just happy we have each other.” Jisung admits as they exit the cafe.
All Chenle can reply with is a nod. He sips on his milkshake, ignoring the summersaults has heart starts to do in his chest.
The odd thing is, while Jisung’s honesty makes him feel content, he still feels like he’s missing something.
Like he’s longing for a connection much deeper than what they have…
But that’s not possible… right?
What we have is enough. It has to be.
The thought lingers in Chenle’s head for the entirety of the walk back. He slows down as they reach the spot where they normally part ways.
He hesitates, shifting his weight between his feet.
Jisung looks at him. “…everything ok?”
“Yep!” Chenle is quick to respond. “Fine… just…I feel like my dorm is a little too far…” he hints with a fake laugh.
The younger man just shrugs. “It’s only fifteen minutes from here.”
“Yours is only ten, though.”
Chenle hopes Jisung can’t tell how badly he wants to stay with him, just for a while longer.
“Oh…” Jisung hums. “You want me to invite you in?”
Bingo.
“Why, thank you, Ji!” Chenle gasps, wiping away an imaginary tear. “You’re so kind, you didn’t have to.” He starts speed walking towards Jisung’s residence hall.
Jisung startles, chasing after him. “Dude— I never said yes?!”
“Well, now you did.” Chenle blows a raspberry at him.
“You’re actually evil.” Jisung groans, regretting everything.
“I am.” Chenle nods, beaming brighter than ever. “And that’s what makes me so lovable.”
“I never said all that.”
“But you know it’s true.” The older male pokes his best friend. “Now, I call dibs on the bed.”
Jisung huffs, exasperated. “In my dorm?!”
“Yes.”
“Without my say?”
“Yes.”
Chenle smiles. Jisung glares.
And as usual, Jisung gives in with a heavy sigh and follows behind Chenle, who’s leading the way with a bounce in every step.
Some things don’t change.
It’s safer that way.
___________________________
It’s dark outside by the time Chenle has finally finished a track for the project he’s been working on. He shuts down his laptop, tidies up all his notes and flops back onto Jisung’s bed, where he’s been lounging all afternoon.
He lets out a relieved sigh, glad to have some pressure off his shoulders. He sprawls his arms and legs around until he’s taking up all the bed space in the shape of a star. He lets his eyes fall shut for a moment, letting himself melt in the comfort and familiarity of Jisung’s room.
The sheets smell like his scented shampoo. The main light is always dim, and the moon shaped lamp — that Chenle gifted him on his 18th birthday — on his desk illuminates most of the room. There’s posters with solar systems and different stars and other things Chenle doesn’t understand at all on the walls. There’s a beanbag in the corner where Jisung threw off his hoodie, leaving him just in a plain t-shirt and jeans.
The dorm is very… Jisung. And while Chenle does call him a pig sometimes, be secretly enjoys being here.
Chenle rolls over onto his side to see his best friend sitting at his desk. Books are all over the desk, with highlighted notes thrown over them. Jisung’s laptop is open with different sources, clearly doing some serious research.
He looks so focused, eyes fixed and following every word on the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. He does look a little tired, however. When he types, he gets slower at each press. He’s reading through articles slower than before now.
Chenle knows Jisung will work himself into exhaustion if no one stops him. He’s seen it all before. So Chenle, being the great best friend he is, decides Jisung should call it a day or at least take a quick break.
He shuffles closer to the edge of the bed. “Jisungie~” he sings.
The younger student doesn’t look away from his work. “Mhmm?”
“Are you nearly finished?”
“Yeah…” Jisung nods. “But I could do some more research—”
He’s cut off by Chenle booing him. “No, that’s enough. You’re done now.”
“But, Le—”
“Ah. No buts.” Chenle slaps the bed to emphasis his point. “You’ve been doing this all day without a break.”
Jisung swivels to face him with his chair. “There’s a lot to do though…”
“Ok, but when is it due?”
Chenle watches with an eye brow raises as Jisung looks down and murmurs, “…next semester.”
“Exactly!” Chenle pushes himself up and off the bed, head light at the sudden movement. “You don’t have to finish it all in one day.”
Jisung slumps in his seat. Sadly, he knows Chenle is right. “I know…”
Chenle stands by his desk tilting his head at his best friend. “Right.” He says firmly. “Shut down the laptop.”
Jisung blinks. “W-wait, just one more—”
“Now.”
“Le, please…”
Chenle glares at him. Hard.
Jisung just looks blankly at him.
Since that approach has failed, Chenle has to resort to using his other manipulation tactics.
He lets out a deep sigh. “Jisungie~ I’m soooo bored out of my mind!” He complains, voice whiny to emphasize his point.
He knows Jisung can’t stand it.
Chenle gets an eye roll from Jisung before the younger male looks back at his laptop.
Excuse me?
“Jisung!” He stomps, a little pathetically to say the least. “You can’t bring me here and expect me to entertain myself? Is that how you treat your guest?”
“Hello? You asked to be here?!” Jisung points out.
Chenle dismisses him, because that key piece of information isn’t necessary to him. “Whatever, dude. You can’t just ignore me when I’m right here, begging for attention.”
“You call this begging?” Jisung’s eyes are full of judgement.
“Whining. Complaining. Pleading. You know what I mean.” Chenle scoffs.
Jisung just shakes his head once more before turning his attention back to his laptop.
Chenle gasps at the sight, a bitter laugh escaping. “Seriously?!”
Jisung just hums a tune, blissfully ignoring his best friend. He has that infuriating smirk on his face that Chenle wants to slap off.
“Ok. Whatever. I see how it is.” Chenle rolls his eyes the hardest he’s ever done, acting like this doesn’t hurt him just a little. He’s letting out grumbles under his breath, complaining about his best friend as he plops himself down back onto said best friend’s bed, this time, with his back facing Jisung.
He huffs, emphasizing his frustration, and crosses his arms.
He’s laying there for a while, hearing the clicks of the keyboard behind him.
Chenle shuts his eyes, trying to distract himself from feeling…well, he doesn’t know how he feels.
Of course he cares about Jisung. He doesn’t want him to burn out again.
He also just wants some attention from his best friend — because that’s what all friends want, right?
He shuffles around a bit. Sighs again. And then his thoughts start to move to his friends words.
You like him.
He shakes his head, to get rid of those ridiculous thoughts before they start to sink in and feel too… real?
No.
Never.
The mattress sinks further down the bed. Chenle fights himself not to flinch — he’s still keeping up that ‘annoyed but unbothered best friend’ act.
He knows it’s Jisung.
Whatever.
He doesn’t move. He even makes sure he isn’t breathing too hard.
And then, he waits.
Impatiently.
For what? He doesn’t know.
“…Le?” Jisung’s voice is low, with a hint of uncertainty.
Chenle just purses his lips together. “What.” His sharpness gains a light chuckle from his best friend.
I’m not laughing. I don’t know why you are.
“Are you really…sulking?” Jisung’s asks, but he sounds just a bit amused and that makes Chenle’s blood boil.
“Go away.”
“…you’re on my bed?”
“I don’t care. Go away.”
Chenle knows Jisung doesn’t attempt to move. He can feel him watching.
Jisung goes quiet for a moment before he speaks again. “I’m nearly done…”
“You’re overworking yourself.” Chenle mutters back.
The younger student hums. “So that’s why you’re sulking?”
Chenle kicks blindly at him. He misses. “Shut up.”
The mattress sinks again in a different spot — closer to where Chenle’s laying. “I only have one thing left to do, I promise.”
Chenle doesn’t respond.
Jisung shifts closer.
“I won’t overwork myself…and you’re right, I have more time to finish this.”
Chenle can’t stop the pleased smile spreading across his face. He coughs it away, however. “I know.”
They fall silent for a second, before Jisung’s hand lands in front of Chenle. The older man’s eyes widen.
They widen even more as he hears the sheets crumple as Jisung pushes himself up the bed until he’s laying on his side, facing Chenle. They’re so close now, noses almost brushing and Chenle’s heart starts to beat alarmingly faster.
He blinks at Jisung. His eyes scan the younger man’s face, taking in his dark eyes, sharp nose, the mole under his lip and the way his hair falls into his face and on the pillow.
Chenle has always known that Jisung is attractive — objectively speaking.
Yet now, being so close to him, feeling the warmth of his body radiate onto him, Chenle’s starting to form his own opinions.
He is quite handsome…
…what the hell.
Jisung loosely drapes an arm around his best friend’s waist. His eyes shrink when he offers him a smile. “Hey.”
Chenle ignores the system breakdown happening inside him. He narrows his eyes. “Good to know you’re acknowledging my existence.”
Jisung’s smile turns apologetic. “Sorry…”
“You should be.” Chenle huffs, avoiding eye contact.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
Chenle’s face scrunches up with confusion. He eyes Jisung suspiciously. “…what?”
“Right now.”
Chenle’s kinda scared now. “Jisung, what do you mean—!”
He’s cut off by a pair of lips capturing his into a kiss.
He gasps, fingers curling into Jisung’s shirt.
He did not expect that. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, to be honest.
But this… this was definitely not it.
They never kiss unless they’re hooking up, of course.
Are we hooking up?
Like… now?
Despite being confused, Chenle still kisses back, melting into Jisung’s hold.
Why are we kissing?
Why is he—
Is he kissing me just because or…?
He doesn’t push Jisung away. He pulls him closer. His eyes fall shut. He lets himself roll onto his back, an involuntary sigh escaping him as he feels Jisung settle over him.
He feels too warm — maybe because he’s still fully dressed in sweats, a t-shirt and a hoodie. Maybe it’s because Jisung is pressed right against him, his body fitting perfectly with Chenle’s slightly smaller frame.
Oh.
That thought makes Chenle dizzy in a way it probably shouldn’t.
Jisung tilts his head, deepening the kiss whilst one hand slips under Chenle’s clothes, cool palm brushing over warm skin.
Chenle shivers.
But he’s still lost…
Should I be enjoying this so much?
Suddenly, Jisung slows the kiss down. Chenle feels him shifting around on the bed. He frowns when he pulls away completely.
Jisung’s looking down at him, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re sulking again.”
Chenle flicks his arm. “I’m starting to hate you.”
“Starting? So I still have time to fix that.”
“You have two minutes.”
“No problem.”
Jisung looks a little too devious and it makes Chenle nervous.
No problem?!
The younger man slides off the bed. Chenle crosses his arms. “One minute.”
There’s a mischievous chuckle and that’s the only warning Chenle gets before he’s being pulled to the edge of the bed by the back of his thighs.
His arms flail to grip onto the sheets. “Dude—!” He squeaks as Jisung is literally manhandling him. His heart thumps. “That’s it. Your time is up.” He shakes his head frantically. “Let me— Jisung!”
Chenle’s clinging onto his best friend like his life depends on it as he’s lifted into the air. His face glows red as he looks at Jisung. “What is wrong with you?!” He shrieks, arms looping around Jisung’s neck for stability.
“I’m making it up to you.” Jisung grins, hands gripping firmly under Chenle’s thighs. Then, he walks towards his desk, ignoring the glare his best friend gives him.
“Put me down.” The older man murmurs.
“Ok.” Jisung says simply.
And he does put Chenle down.
On his desk chair.
On his lap.
Chenle blinks, pretending his heart isn’t affected by this at all. “That’s not what a meant.”
Jisung runs his hand up his clothed thigh. “But you like it.”
“I don’t.” He does.
“Your ears are red.” Jisung pinches his ear.
Chenle hates that he’s right. “They’re always red.”
“Only when you’re flustered.”
Chenle just groans, loud and exaggerated. He rests his forehead onto Jisung’s shoulder. “Can you just be quiet and finish your stupid research?”
Jisung laughs, rubbing circles on his back. “Ok, ok…”
Chenle stays seated in his lap, getting himself comfy as Jisung reaches around him to reach the keyboard again.
It feels kind of…nice. Warm. Intimate, even.
Too soft for how they usually are. But for once… Chenle doesn’t mind. He shifts further into Jisung’s lap, face buried into his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne. His twirls his fingers through Jisung’s hair, humming a soft tune.
He doesn’t know how long they stay like that, enveloped in each others warmth, but Chenle knows Jisung should be done by now.
“What are you doing?” He asks, fingers tracing shapes absentmindedly over the younger man’s chest.
“Saving some documents…” the keyboard clicks intensify.
“You know auto-save exists, right?”
Jisung pauses. “…I don’t believe in that.”
Chenle snorts. “You’re so silly.” He sighs before his eyes zero in on Jisung’s neck.
There’s a sudden urge to kiss him right there.
Why?
Chenle’s not sure.
But the idea sure is tempting.
“Hurry up…” he whispers, letting his intrusive thoughts win. “You know I’m impatient.” His lips brush the sensitive skin of Jisung’s neck.
Jisung tenses. A hand moves to tighten around Chenle’s waist. “Chenle…”
“Hm?” Chenle hums, lips trailing down to the bit of collarbone that peaks out through the collar of his best friend’s shirt. He presses a firmer kiss there. “What’s wrong?”
He knows very well what’s wrong.
He knows just how much Jisung likes it when he kisses him there. He doesn’t do it often for that very reason. Right now, he doesn’t know what’s taking over him, but he wants Jisung’s attention all to himself.
He latches his lips further up, under Jisung’s jaw. The younger man stiffens again. “L-le..”
“What is it, Jisungie?” Chenle can’t help but giggle, warm breath fanning over and tickling Jisung’s skin.
“I—fuck.” Jisung cuts himself off with surprised moan when Chenle sucks at his neck, creating a dark red mark that won’t leave for days. He huffs a laugh. “You know exactly what you’re doing, huh?” He squeezes Chenle’s waist with both hands.
Chenle suppresses a whimper. He liked that more than he wants to admit.
He doesn’t let it show. Instead, his lips press harder, leaving a very obvious trail down Jisung’s neck. Chenle then bites the skin, drawing a sharp gasp out of his best friend. He swirls his tongue around the reddened skin, heart racing when Jisung tilts his head back, letting Chenle do what he wants.
Of course, he takes it as a sign to kiss harder, fingers tangling in Jisung’s hair, tugging just a little to hear him let out a shaky breath. He sucks on another mark, then kisses under Jisung’s prominent adam’s apple. He shifts in his lap a little, reaching up to press his lips under the younger man’s ear.
“You’re so sensitive.” He can’t help but tease.
In response, Jisung takes firm hold of his hips and rolls Chenle down against him. He smirks feeling a stuttered breath against his neck and a hand fisting into his shirt. “So are you.”
Chenle wants to bite his neck and not in a sexy way.
Yet before he can snap back, Jisung’s dragging his hips in a devastatingly slow circle. A moan comes from the back of Chenle’s throat before he can think about holding it back. Breathing erratically, pulls back from Jisung’s neck and shoots him a glare.
Foul play.
He can’t even glare at his best friend for too long before he’s gasping as Jisung starts rolling his hips up, enough for desire to pool deep in Chenle’s stomach, but slow enough to make the older man burn to chase the pressure.
Chenle doesn’t fight back. The heat rising in him is too much to ignore, now. Instead, he follows Jisung’s rhythm, pressing down against him. He feel hear the desperation in his own breathing and in the way his fingers clutch onto Jisung’s shoulder.
But that’s not even the worst part.
No.
The heavy, hazed, intoxicating look in Jisung’s eyes is what makes him dizzy most of all. The younger man doesn’t look away either.
Chenle doesn’t want to imagine how wrecked he must already look — face flushed red, eyes unfocused, lips parting with every gasp, tiny whines escaping as he feels himself grow harder.
Even so, Jisung watches him like he’s the most breathtaking sight ever.
“J-jisung…” he stutters out without a reason.
Jisung doesn’t answer with words. His eyes flick to Chenle’s lips once and then he’s leaning up to kiss him, hand reaching up to cradle the back of Chenle’s head as their move lips at a fiery pace.
Chenle’s moaning onto his lips in seconds, letting Jisung’s tongue explore without his usual playful resistance.
He just needs him so bad. He wants him just as badly too.
In what way?
He’s not sure.
But he’s sure he needs Jisung to do something about his erection aching inside his sweats.
He squirms as hands slide under his hoodie, his shirt and slide all the way up to his chest. The cool air hits his exposed stomach, but he couldn’t care less.
Jisung’s touching him, kissing him breathless, and is making the need in him harder to contain.
One roll of hips makes them both groan, the shared sound echoing around them.
Chenle pulls back to catch his breath, failing as Jisung’s thumbs circle his nipples and his mouth latches to Chenle’s neck. The dual sensation has Chenle’s skin burning all over. His fingers grip harder, nails scratching scalp as Jisung glides his tongue up his neck, fingers pinching his sensitive buds until they’re hardening under his touch.
“Jisung—” Chenle shudders squeezing his eyes shut. “Jisung…oh—!”
He can’t find the words.
But Jisung understands him.
For the second time today, Chenle’s being picked up without Jisung breaking a sweat. The older man acts like his best friend’s strength isn’t at all attractive — he would never say such a thing to inflate the guy’s ego.
Chenle hears the sound of textbooks sliding, the slam of a laptop being shut and a few rustles of paper as Jisung hastily clears the desk, with one arm supporting Chenle’s weight. The older student clings on tighter to make it easier before he’s placed in the desk.
Jisung’s arms trap him in, hands at either side of Chenle’s body. His breaths are sharp and his hair is messed up from how hard Chenle’s fingers where holding on.
Chenle swallows as he looks back at him.
He grips on the edge of the desk, anticipating what’s to come. His clothes feel like they’re sticking to him because he’s sweating so much… already…
…am I nervous?!
He tenses as that thought shakes through him.
No. I’m not.
Not around Jisung…why would I be?
As if to prove himself, he tugs Jisung forward by his collar and crashes their lips together.
He hums as teeth graze lips and tongues brush. Chenle shuffles closer to the edge, tightens his thighs around Jisung’s waist and lets himself lose it in the way Jisung hums as his tongue swipes into his mouth. He jolts with a sigh at a precise flick and pulls his best friend in closer, desperate to feel all of him.
Desperate to feel something.
Chenle thinks he kind of delirious, to be honest.
He’s blushing just from the sound of their lips slotting together and breaking away before reconnecting in an even hotter kiss.
His heart drums in his ears as Jisung’s large hand covers his thigh, thumb rubbing circles teasingly close to where he needs it most.
He’s leaking into his boxers just from this.
He thought he was stronger than that. He thought that Jisung couldn’t affect him so easily.
Turns out, he’s wrong.
Turns out he will literally do anything for time like this alone with his best friend…
He’s so turned on, he’s embarrassed. The harder Jisung’s lips move, the deeper Chenle’s want to go all the way grows.
He’d happily be taken apart by Jisung on the desk at this point. He lets out a strangled moan at the thought.
However, it seems like the younger male has other plans.
Chenle’s lightheaded and out of breath when his back hits the bed. Jisung climbs over him eagerly, slotting himself between the older male’s thighs. He rolls his hips once. Then twice. Then another time until Chenle’s fingers curl into the sheets. And again to hear his best friend let out a beautiful symphony of moans that fill his room.
Thighs twitching and stomach tightening, Chenle’s eyes flutter shut at the weight of Jisung pressing him into the mattress. Jisung’s shirt rides up — revealing a sliver of his toned stomach — from how hard Chenle’s holding on as he moves with him. He meets every shift of Jisung’s hips with a roll up of his own, drowning in the sensation that makes between his legs.
He catches a glimpse of a smile from Jisung before the younger male buries his face in Chenle’s neck to nose along the skin.
“You’re so quiet today, baby.” Jisung whispers, voice rough from all the kissing.
Chenle lets out a whine that sounds more like a defeated sob as Jisung starts to palm him through his clothes. “Y-you’re so…unfair.” His voice breaks.
“I’m unfair?” Jisung moves his hand away from Chenle’s obvious arousal bulging through his sweatpants. “How so?” He asks, feigning innocence as he undoes the drawstring on Chenle’s waistband.
Chenle frowns.
Kicking you seems like a really good option right now, Park.
He doesn’t say all that out loud though. How can he when Jisung’s undressing his lower half in one go, tossing his clothes aside and fixing his eyes upon Chenle’s hardened length.
Chenle scrambles to cover himself with his hoodie. “Don’t look?!” He shrieks. “Are you a pervert?”
Jisung laughs in shock because surely his best friend did not just accuse him of perversion at a heated moment like this. “Lele. Are you for real right now?”
Chenle gives him one last warning glance before he lets go of the hem of his hoodie. His blush deepens as he feels himself — hard and leaking against his stomach. “W-well then do something about it… don’t just look…” he murmurs.
Jisung rolls his eyes. “I was getting to that part, idiot.” He lightly slaps Chenle’s thigh. “Take off your hoodie.”
Skeptically, Chenle raises his brow. “And not my shirt?”
“Do you want to be touched or what?” Jisung threatens with a smile.
“Alright, alright.” Chenle complies, sitting up to throw off his hoodie. “Calm down, bossy pants.” He taunts.
Jisung doesn’t even react to that one.
Chenle lies back down on the bed, fingers tapping against the bed as Jisung reaches for his bedside table.
A well used bottle of lube lands on the bed and Chenle’s starting to wonder just how many of those they’ve gotten through in the past half a year.
When Jisung settles back over him, he doesn’t move at first. His eyes trail down Chenle’s body instead.
The older man is impatient — and horny — as always, though. “You’re always so damn slow—”
“Get yourself off then.” Jisung retorts.
And Chenle’s eyes widen in fear. “No way.” He shakes his head. “I only like it when you touch me.”
Wait.
What?!
His brain to mouth filter is clearly inactive.
He turns his head to the side to avoid the smug look at his best friends face.
“Only me?” Jisung tilts his head, grinning from ear to ear.
Chenle doesn’t dare answer. Jisung pokes his stomach to make him jolt.
“You only like it when I’m the one touching you?” Jisung repeats, softer this time.
Chenle wants the mattress to swallow him whole.
He nods. “W-well… you’re the only person I’d let… touch me…” his voice trails off.
End this. End this now.
Scratch that.
End ME.
Chenle flinches when a kiss lands on his cheek. He turns back to his best friend who’s smiling down sincerely at him.
“I’m glad.” Jisung runs a hand up his side. “I like being the only one touching you.”
God— I hope that’s true.
Chenle just hums quietly in response, unsure on how to stop his heart from doing crazy things. “Touch me, then.”
Of course, Jisung listens. Just not in the way Chenle’s expecting.
Jisung moves down the bed, ducking down to press his lips to Chenle’s softly toned stomach, revealed by where his shirt rides up. Breaths caught up in his throat, Chenle’s hand flies down to tangle in his best friend’s hair as he kisses around his lower stomach before giving a light kiss to his belly button.
What riles Chenle up is the way that every time Jisung’s lips brush closer to his arousal, he moves away, tongue swirling somewhere else further up instead. The younger man does it again — running his tongue all the way down until his breath fans over the tip before trailing a path back up.
Chenle groans, needing more but loving it at the same time. “Ji…”
The said man looks up at him through his lashes, tongue flat against his abdomen. Chenle can’t hold back a whine because Jisung just looks too good.
His fingers tangle tighter as Jisung decides to suck a mark onto his pale skin. His eyes follow as Jisung licks a slow line from his stomach all the way up to his chest, bunching the t-shirt up with his hand as he goes.
Jisung’s eyes, dark and seductive, don’t stray away from Chenle’s face. He keeps looking at him even as his tongue comes into contact with one of the older man’s nipples.
His tongue swirls around the reddened bud, drawing out a stuttered gasp from Chenle. Jisung grins, repeating the motion again. He presses his tongue flat against it, relishing how that makes Chenle’s back lift off the bed just a little.
Chenle’s eye lids grow heavy. “M-more, please…” Is all he can ask for.
He watches, stomach twisting as Jisung latches his lips around the bud and sucks.
Chenle’s thighs seize up around him. His back arches and he pushes Jisung’s head down onto his chest. “F-fuck… Jisungie~” he moans, lashes fluttering as Jisung sucks harder.
His heart is thumping wildly in his chest and he’s sure Jisung can feel it as he flicks the nipple with his tongue.
The older man becomes too wrapped up in the sensation of Jisung playing with his sensitive chest, even switching to lick at the other nipple, to comprehend the other hands spreading his thighs apart further.
Chenle only hears a faint click of plastic as his head falls back as a warning before two fingers circle his entrance. His eyes fly open to look at Jisung, who simply pulls away from his chest, lips — red and slick with spit — curved in a mischievous grin.
That’s all he gets before a finger slides in all the way.
Chenle moans. Loud. He can only pray surrounding rooms didn’t hear that.
“Relax.” Jisung reminds him with a kiss to his nose when he feels the older student tighten around his finger.
Still overwhelmed by every touch, Chenle controls his breathing and lets his muscles loosen.
The younger man hums. “Good.” He says as his finger begins to pump in and out of his best friend. Seeing Chenle start to shake again, Jisung tongues at his nipple again to heighten the pleasure.
“Shit— ahh…” Chenle groans, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He shifts his hips down, taking Jisung’s finger deeper. “I-I thought… y-you’d be tired — fuck— after all y-your studying.” Chenle finds that important to mention as Jisung presses in a second finger.
The younger man nods. “I am.” He watches Chenle’s eyes roll as his fingers press in deep enough to brush his prostate. “But I’d never get tired of you.”
Those words do something to Chenle.
Never get tired of you.
His toes curl and the heat in his stomach grows tighter. He’s blushing harder than he thought was possible all because of Jisung.
This can’t be happening.
“A-are you… flirting?!” He tries to sound disgusted but voice is weak and barely above a whisper, betraying just how much Jisung affects him.
The younger man smirks, moving up until their lips brush. “Am I?” He curls his fingers up, hooking his free arm under Chenle’s back as he arches up into him.
Chenle feels completely powerless. The temptation to to be difficult and fight back is high, but the way the pace of Jisung’s fingers grow merciless and his tongue goes back to his chest clouds Chenle’s thoughts.
He’s gasping with his legs threatening to shut around Jisung and his hands frantically switching from grabbing Jisung’s wrinkled shirt to his tousled hair. He can’t think. He can’t get out a word that isn’t ‘Jisung’.
Jisung coos at him, not at all slowing down. “You’re so cute, Lele~”
Chenle doesn’t know if he’s being honest or teasing. He lets out a tiny sob, fingers gripping harder so he has some sort of revenge.
He arches harder into Jisung’s embrace as his sweet spot is brushed again. He feels it all so intensely. “I-I’m gonna come— Jisung…” he’s so close, he’s shaking.
But what does Jisung do?
He slows down. Then he stops completely. And he even dares to kiss Chenle’s cheek. “Not yet, baby.”
Chenle’s in immediate shock. He gasps, looking at Jisung like he’s been betrayed.
His stomach muscles twitch. His thighs are still spasming. And as if he doesn’t already feel embarrassed, his eyes well up with tears.
No. No no no.
I refuse to let Jisung make me cry.
I REFUSE—
“Jisung!” He cries out. Tears cling to his lashes. “Please…Ji… why are you—” he hiccups, tears rolling down his face. He shifts around on the bed, searching for any sensation.
Jisung just smiles at him. He sits back on his knees and starts to pull off his shirt. “You can hold it in for a bit more, can’t you?” Jisung’s eyes glimmer as if he’s daring Chenle.
Chenle glares at him, wiping away some stray tears before they drop into his shirt. “I hate you!”
“Baby, that’s so sweet! Thank you~” Jisung hums, pressing a quick kiss to Chenle’s lips and moving back just before Chenle swings an arm at him.
“I really do.” Chenle murmurs, frustration and the need for pleasure burning inside him. “You’re so mean.”
Jisung just shakes his head chuckling under his breath. “You’re so easy to rile up.” He slides off the bed to take off his clothes.
Chenle scoffs, not even sparing Jisung a glance because he doesn’t deserve it. He realizes it’s probably not worth arguing back because he does not want to find out how evil his best friend can be the hard way. He knows Jisung’s a little bit twisted and would love to make him beg to be touched.
That is the last thing Chenle wants to do — inflate the younger man’s already huge ego.
“Take off your shirt.” Jisung says as sits back on the bed, toned chest and arousal fully displayed for Chenle to drool glare at.
The older man shoots him a dirty look, but throws off his shirt anyway. “Now what?” He mutters, not actually expecting an answer.
“Turn around.”
Chenle’s chokes on absolutely nothing. “W-what?”
Jisung doesn’t hesitate. “On your knees. Don’t fall over.”
“Ok— what?!” Chenle blurts out. It’s not like he’s stupid. He knows exactly what Jisung wants. He’s just flustered… perhaps. “Really?”
Jisung raises a brow. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
“No. You look like you’re hard.”
“So are you.”
“Whatever.” Chenle grumbles, pushing himself up. It proves to be quite difficult turning over, especially since Chenle’s legs almost give out the moment he’s up on his knees. He catches himself with his arms, palms flat against the bed. He breathes out slowly, trying to regain his senses.
But then, nothing happens for a bit.
He doesn’t feel Jisung touch him.
However, he does hear a restrained groan from behind him along with a rhythmic squelching of lube.
Curious, Chenle looks back and oh — what a sight.
Jisung, hungry eyes fixed on Chenle, hair brushed out of his face revealing the crease between his furrowed brows, as he wraps his hand tightly around himself, dragging it up and down his hardened length. He tugs his lip between his teeth as his hand moves slower, further arousing himself.
That makes Chenle think of the worst thing imaginable.
He’s hot.
Chenle’s lips part. His eyes flick between Jisung’s hand to his face, both sights making him feel like he’s losing balance. “A-are you…” his stomach swirls when Jisung gasps. “Are you seriously getting off right now?!”
A lazy smile spreads across Jisung’s lips. “You’re just so pretty.”
It comes out of his mouth so easily almost like he’s not teasing for once. Like he actually means it.
Chenle’s heart squeezes.
Is he serious?
He thinks…I’m pretty?
“I— that doesn’t answer m-my question.” Chenle points out, successfully avoiding a feeling that threatened to escape. He wiggles his hips a little. “Hurry up, Jisungie~ my arms hurt.”
Finally, just before Chenle’s last bit of sanity snaps, Jisung hums and wipes his hand on the sheets. “Don’t fall, ok?” He teases, palm flat against Chenle’s lower back.
The older man rolls his eyes, even though Jisung can’t see it. “I know. I’m not weak, alright.” He draws in a sharp breath as he feels the younger man spread him wider.
Jisung then hesitates, however. His hands hover around Chenle’s waist like he needs more assurance from his best friend.
Chenle notices. “Jisung. I’m fine, ok?” He says, oddly gentle compared to how he’s been all afternoon. Jisung hums, hands settling firm around Chenle’s waist. “Now hurry, because I really need to— fuck!”
Jisung pushes in all the way at once. Chenle feels like the air has been knocked out of his lungs. He feels so full.
The stretch decreases as Jisung pulls back out until just his tip stays inside before thrusting back in with all his might, hips colliding with the older male.
Chenle’s hands scramble to grip onto something as Jisung’s pace grows dizzyingly fast. “A-ah—S-sungie…” he groans, head falling forward.
Jisung‘s fingers dig tighter into his waist, hard enough to leave a reminder of this night. He sighs, pulling Chenle back against him to meet his relentless thrusts. He’s muttering curses under his breath every time Chenle squeezes around him.
The older male lets out a string of moans when Jisung grinds against his most sensitive spot before angling his hips to hit there every time.
Jisung can’t help but let his hand explore Chenle’s back — fingers running up his curved spine, thumbing at the shoulder blades and tracing shapes down his sides — all while keeping a steady grip on him as his pace becomes more intense.
Despite the way his arms are starting to give up and his legs are shaking so badly, Chenle still blushes as Jisung presses a kiss on his shoulder. It feels almost too soft for Jisung. Too intimate for them.
But the confusing thing is that Chenle doesn’t mind it.
“J-Ji…” he whimpers, rather pathetically for his standards. He shuts his eyes as Jisung responds with a heart-fluttering kiss on his ear. “Ji…kiss, please.”
He doesn’t understand why he wants to be so close to Jisung, connected at all times in any way possible. Fortunately for him, Jisung leans closer, tilting Chenle’s head towards him as a sign.
The moment their eyes lock, Chenle freezes. It’s so easy to get lost in Jisung’s mesmerizing eyes and that’s something he’s noticed not just at times like this. He gulps, body knocked forward by sudden, hard thrust from behind.
Jisung is quick to catch and stabilize him, wrapping both arms firmly around Chenle before picking up speed again. The sensation of it all makes Chenle leak onto the sheets and forces his eyes shut as he’s overwhelmed with want.
Still desperate for more contact, Chenle holds himself up on one arm, bringing the other up to twist his fingers into Jisung’s hair and pulls him into a kiss — open mouthed and needy.
Each sound that leaves their mouths muffle and disappear between their lips.
Chenle’s knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping onto the sheets as every push threatens to break him completely. He gasps when Jisung holds his thigh further away from the other, fingers pressing into the flesh.
He’s ruined already, skin buzzing all over from how much he needs his release but also from how hard he’s been trying to hold it in.
He can’t anymore. Not when Jisung wraps a hand around his arousal, timing his strokes with his thrusts.
“Jisung!” Chenle whines out, breaking the kiss. “P-please, Ji… I need to— please—fuck—!”
“It’s ok, I’ve got you.” Jisung’s voice is hoarse, but still gentle. He kisses Chenle’s cheek. “You can let go now. You’ve been… s-so good.”
It’s crazy what those words do to Chenle.
He lets out one last, breathless moan as his arm gives up. He’s spilling over the sheets and Jisung’s hand, whines muffling into the pillow. His fingers twitch against the sheets as Jisung slows his movements, prolonging the high of Chenle’s long awaited orgasm.
Just when the shivers running through Chenle’s body starts to seize, Jisung’s moving inside him again. “J-Jisung?”
“Baby…fuck—I just need a little more, ok?” Jisung’s voice is weak, but the way his hips move is not. He’s gradually picking up speed again to the point the bed starts to creak and the headboard thuds against the wall.
Chenle’s lips part but no sound comes out. He doesn’t even try to push himself up on his arms, because every push leaves his hands flailing around to grasp onto something. His legs spasm until he can barely feel them.
Yet even so, he doesn’t tell Jisung to stop. He would never want him to stop.
Jisung pulling him back to meet a particular hard and aimed thrust has Chenle crying out his best friend’s name. It happens so fast and only when he sees a tear drip onto the pillow does Chenle notice he’s crying.
You’re crying… again.
The realization makes the pink dusted over his cheeks grow darker. The tears keep spilling uncontrollably, but he takes every thrust.
Because maybe this is all he’ll ever get from Jisung.
The thought alone makes his stomach tighten.
You shouldn’t think this way.
That was the agreement.
“Ji…” he calls out faintly, attempting to push up onto his hands. He pauses when he feels Jisung rest his forehead on his shoulder. The action makes his heart swell with something he’s too scared to name. “Jisung…” he whispers, another tear running down his face.
“Lele…” he hears Jisung stifle back a moan. “Y-you ok?” He still has the consideration to ask, even as he’s rocking into Chenle like it’s the only thing he knows.
Chenle hums in response. He finds Jisung sweet — but that might be the overstimulation talking. “K-keep going.” He feels a brush of hair against his shoulder — Jisung nodding — before he’s being pulled up.
Chenle’s back meets Jisung’s chest, sweaty skin staying flushed together. The younger man’s arms wrap firmly around the older one’s waist, keeping him close as his thrusts become uneven.
Disorientated by the sudden change, Chenle blinks a few times, but when he feels Jisung’s ragged breaths against his neck, he knows he’s ok. His hands find Jisung’s and he intertwines them without thinking.
It could be out of comfort.
Maybe because he wants Jisung to know he’s right here.
Or perhaps he’s been wanting to hold his best friend’s hand for a while and this gives him the perfect reason to.
It doesn’t take many more shaky thrusts until the younger man’s pace is completely broken.
“Ch-chenle, I’m — shit — I’m gonna come…” Jisung warns him with a shaky kiss on the shoulder.
Lashes fluttering, Chenle nods, thumb rubbing circles over Jisung’s knuckles. “Y-Yeah…ok… come.”
It’s a mere matter of seconds before Jisung’s gasping as he spills into Chenle. His own moans mix with Chenle’s quieter ones, the older male completely blissed out from the feeling of being filled and satisfied.
For a moment, they just stay there, breathing heavily in sync.
Eventually, Jisung cracks an eye open, concerned as Chenle’s still shaking and jolting suddenly.
“Chenle… are you feeling ok? Too much?” He brushed hair off the older man’s damp forehead.
Chenle’s reply comes out breathless, energy fully drained. “I’m f-fine… just tired…”
If he’s being completely honest, Chenle feels amazing. He’s exhausted, a bit sore and will definitely be limping for a bit but he’s never felt better. Especially since Jisung is still wrapped around him like a blanket of comfort and security — a concept Chenle is scared of growing used too.
Jisung hums, kissing his best friend’s tear-stained cheek once more before pulling out slowly. Still sensitive, Chenle lets out a tiny whine. He shudders at the feeling of emptiness then reddens up to the tip of his ears as he feels Jisung’s release run down his thighs.
“You always make a mess.” He tuts, rolling onto his back as soon as his hands touch the bed again.
“It’s just my way of showing you how good you make me feel.” Jisung jokes, but it sounds awfully real.
Chenle blinks slowly.
I make you feel?
Me?
How good I make you feel?
He tosses his head to the side, avoiding the younger student’s gaze. “S-sure…”
A gentle laugh comes from Jisung. He leans down, titling Chenle’s head back to him to press their foreheads together. “It’s dark…you’re staying here, ok?”
Chenle can’t argue with that. He hums. “Yeah…”
“Stay here.” Jisung kisses him once more before he pushes up and off the bed. “I’ll be back.”
Chenle watches his best friend wander off to his en suite. Laying there, he feels like he has no control over his limbs anymore. He’s just sprawled out on the bed, eye lids heavy and threatening to close.
He shakes his head, blinking rapidly to shake the temptation of sleep away.
No.
Don’t fall asleep.
He yawns a little, eyes widening with shock because there is no way he’s falling asleep right now. He needs to stay awake to persistently bother Jisung until they fall asleep together.
Together.
…that’s a little romantic—
Chenle frowns at himself.
No it’s not.
Despite how hard he’s resisting sleep, his eyes keep threatening to close. The are sheets too soft not to melt into. Sure, he’s still naked but Jisung will be back soon.
But there’s a warmth settling in his stomach. It feels like butterflies but softer.
It’s been happening a lot…and Chenle isn’t sure when he started feeling like this.
Feeling something.
He gulps. His own words swirl around in his head.
“We’re not like that.”
Because we’re not…
His eyes squeeze shut tighter. The weight of exhaustion grows heavier, but so does the odd feeling of longing for something more that’s been lingering for too long.
And the last, terrifying thought he has as he drifts off to sleep:
But…what if I want us to be like that?