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The dreamy and peaceful beach scenery that had welcomed them when they arrived was steadily fading away. The sunny sky and calm waters were now being replaced by soft misty grey clouds and the waves were growing choppy. The Jeju Island trip for Haechan’s birthday had been cooking in their group chat for months and would have been executed perfectly if the weather hadn’t gone and thrown a wrench into their plans. The beach was almost empty now, those who were a little more bold were only just now packing up their things to leave. Mark watched it all from the wall of windows that made up the back porch of the vacation house the friend group were staying in, glad that he didn't push to surf even longer since they'd probably still be down there. His two companions were now nestled comfortably in the jacuzzi, chatting away and catching up while getting gently buffeted by the jets. Though he could now see there were even darker and murkier clouds starting to appear on the horizon, and that spelled trouble.
“Hyung? Are you still there?”
Mark blinked, looking down at the phone in his hand, forgetting that the reason he was inside right now was because he had gotten a call. He stood in the spacious kitchen in just his deep blue swim trunks and a plaid shirt he left unbuttoned, thinking hard about what to do next. “Yeah, Jisung, I'm still here. I'm starting to see the storm now though. It's no wonder you got delayed.”
“You can see it? Are you okay?” Jisung questioned, his deep voice wavering. Mark couldn't help but smile at how cute it sounded while tinged with worry.
“We're fine. The storm isn't going to hit for a little while still,” he answered, keeping his voice casual while chewing on his lip a little bit as he monitored the clouds. His eyes moved back to the hot tub, noticing Jeno had his eyes closed and his head lolling as he rested it on the edge of the tub. His blond hair was wet and slicked back, deep in relaxation as he enjoyed the warm water in contrast to the crisp salty air. Mark envied him, wondering if he should have stayed in the tub with them, he looked so sweet and peaceful.
Or at least, as peaceful as he could be while his best friend pretended to do the same while seated beside him, his damp hair air drying into loose brown ringlets as he copied Jeno's position. There was a hint of mischief in the air, however, as his hand was floating lazily around on top of the water and gently bumping into Jeno's chest, slender fingers very casually pinching at his exposed nipple each time it was close enough. After about 30 seconds of this Jeno was fed up and grabbed Haechan's arm, pulling him in close and likely threatening him through that gritted smile he was wearing. Haechan whined an apology but it was too little too late, yelping before Jeno dunked him under the bubbling water.
Mark laughed out loud, then quickly explained what happened as Jisung asked what was so funny. The youngest of their friend group laughed softly at the visual, while Mark rushed outside through the sliding glass door to break up the fight that was starting. “Guys, you should come inside. It's getting colder, and the wind is picking up. Jisung said all the flights are getting delayed, looks like it's going to be bad.”
“Delayed? You mean they're not gonna be here tonight?!” Haechan exclaimed, splashing to get out of Jeno's grip and rushing to the steps to climb out of the hot tub, gasping as the cold wind whipped right through his soaked swimsuit. Jeno followed behind him in no rush, only his muscles twitching at times in reaction to the temperature change as he stood up out of the water and the cool air brushed over his bare chest. Mark couldn’t help but notice the way Jeno’s pecs bounced, licking his lips at the sight and then quickly averting his eyes when Jeno looked in his direction. The muscular gym junkie lumbered around the frantic Haechan that seemed to be jogging in place while struggling to unfold a towel, picking up a larger towel and throwing it over the smaller man before grabbing another towel to wrap himself in.
“Doesn't look like it, not til tomorrow at the earliest,” Mark relayed, his eyes now finding Haechan's silky smooth and honey brown thighs, fixated on the beads of water rolling down them before Haechan rushed to dry them off.
“Where's my phone? I'm betting Chenle's called a bunch of times,” Haechan muttered as he stiffly walked back into the beach house, brushing past Mark as he held the door for him. He blinked a little, wondering what was coming over him, catching Jeno's knowing stare as he walked up next, waggling his brows at him until Mark smirked and rolled his eyes.
“I think Chenle texted me earlier, his flight should have landed by now. I should go look for him,” Jisung said from Mark's phone, the rest of his words were hard to make out as though he pulled his phone away. It made Jeno do a double take while ruffling a towel over his head to dry his hair.
“Watch where you're walking, Jisungie. And try to have a seat once in a while, please,” Jeno reminded in his low voice, especially softened when speaking to their young and often clueless friend.
“I sat in a car the entire way here, I've done plenty of sitting,” he insisted airily, causing the hyungs to shake their heads in disbelief.
“Chenle-ya, I'm here now. What's going on?” Haechan spoke to his phone that was propped on the kitchen counter, taking care to scrunch his hair as he dried it with a towel.
“You guys went swimming? Lucky,” Chenle whined, and Mark moved closer to see that the two were facetiming.
“And surfing. The water's great, we gotta get back out when you get here,” Haechan replied, squinting and peering around at Chenle's surroundings. “Where are you?”
“Leaving a bar. Figured if I'm going to be delayed I don't want to be sober through it.”
“Is that Chenle? Is he at the airport?” Jisung called out, still on speaker and just able to hear his loud best friend from across the room. Mark sighed as he had no doubt they would continue to communicate in this convoluted way and moved to set his phone next to Haechan's.
“Yeah? I've been here for like 30 minutes, where've you been?” Chenle retorted, now on the move through the long halls of the airport, conversing with Jisung via phone relay. Jeno also found his phone and scrolled through his messages.
“Jaemin's fine, just bored,” he communicated, smirking at what he read. “Wouldn't be surprised if he's napping by the gate. Has anyone heard from Renjun?”
“I’m heading over to him right now, he's been nagging me via text ever since he landed,” Chenle answered, and Jeno nodded in approval as he turned back to his phone.
“That explains all the notifications on my phone too. With increasingly bad spelling,” Haechan commented with a laugh that Chenle echoed, the two other men in the room wearing soft smiles in response. “Damnit, I was really looking forward to hotpot for dinner tonight.”
“I know, but there's always tomorrow night if the storm blows over. Fingers crossed. Ex-cuse me, SIR,” Chenle barked at someone in front of him, the sound coming through on Mark's phone as well as Jisung grunted on his end. Chenle could then be seen grinning as he shuffled away quickly from the shocked face of a disgruntled Jisung behind him. The call on Mark’s phone ended abruptly as the looming maknae of their group was now seen chasing behind Chenle on Haechan's phone screen.
Mark and Haechan erupted in laughter while watching it unfold, while Jeno smiled and rushed to Haechan's side in order to watch, catching Jisung grabbing onto Chenle's shoulder and squeezing until Chenle cried out in amused surprise. They could hear it echo loudly in the vaulted lobby area they were in, some passerby jumping or looking around with alarm in the background. What followed was a distant “Yah!” reverberating back to them from their left as the two froze and looked in that direction.
“Sounds like they found Jaemin,” Jeno remarked, smiling with a bit of pride as the elder man’s voice yelled something else, the two youngest reflexively stepping back a bit in reaction.
“Ah shit, here we go,” Chenle grumbled as now the softer tone of Renjun's voice drifted over, full of anger as he then launched into a scolding rant about how they're making a scene. Jisung tried to hold a hand up to politely cut in and explain but dropped it as soon as Renjun snapped at him to put his hand down, in which Chenle then bowed his head as Renjun switched up to nagging him about not immediately coming to find him like he asked. Chenle then turned the phone screen towards Renjun to tell him he's been keeping the others updated on what's happening, Renjun’s annoyed face coming into view and pausing to wave at them dismissively in greeting. Then the phone view blurred and swung around as the phone was taken from Chenle's hand and Jaemin’s dazzling smile filled the screen.
“Ayyy, shirtless and wet, my favorite look. Sexy. Except you, Haechan, you damn prude.”
“I didn't want to hear endless comments about my baby belly,” Haechan huffed, sticking his tongue out at Jaemin childishly. As if directed, Mark's eyes immediately drifted down to where the skin tight shirt of his swimsuit lifted up a bit, showing a slice of tan skin along his waist above the waistband of his matching swim shorts. He also caught Jeno looking too, lifting a brow at him while Haechan grew uncomfortable and tugged his shirt down.
“But I love your baby belly, it's so cute and soft. Jeno-ya, hold him down for me when I get there so I can play with his cute little belly,” Jaemin jeered.
“You got it,” was Jeno's instant response while Haechan scoffed, then he yelped as he turned and huddled to defend himself from Jeno reaching over to tickle him. Mark tried to move away but Haechan latched onto him in an attempt to use him as a human shield. Meanwhile, Jaemin could be seen getting bapped on the head with a paperback book from off-screen as Renjun rounded on him for his comments.
“Stop being perverted in public! God, do any of you have even a semblance of decorum?!”
“That was hardly even close to perverted! You know damn well how dirty I can g-ah, AH!”
“Damn, someone needs a nap,” Haechan muttered, trapped in a Jeno bear hug while Mark struggled to extricate his arm from his grip, watching Jaemin laugh and weakly bat away at Renjun’s attempts to harm him.
“I heard that, Lee Donghyuck, you're lucky I'm not close enough to yank those pretty little curls out of your head!” Renjun threatened, the top of his head and one eyeball visible as Jaemin tried to hold the phone away from him.
“Pretty? I just got out of the water, it's not even done,” Haechan responded, though clearly fighting a blush and smiling despite himself, elbowing Jeno away from him as the larger man finally gave up on his quest to pin him.
A large gust of wind suddenly kicked up and slammed into the wall of glass windows, causing Mark and Jeno to flinch and Haechan to jump in surprise. It was then that they observed that the weather had gotten even more nasty in the short time they've been on the phone. The lights overhead flickered, then returned to normal, rendering everyone silent until the momentary threat had passed.
“Okay…” Mark finally cut in with a clap of his hands, getting everyone’s attention at once. “I’m glad you guys all finally found each other. I suggest you find a hotel to stay at until you get news about the alternate flight. I think we're going to just lay low and charge our phones just in case the power goes out. Text us if anything changes, alright?”
The others at the airport grouped around Jaemin as he held the phone up as if taking a group selfie, Renjun nodding at the plan and waving more sincerely this time. “Be careful and stay safe until we get there. And you two, don't let Haechan do anything stupid,” he warned.
“Why am I the problem?!” Haechan complained, while Jeno wrapped an arm around his shoulders and smiled at the phone.
“He's in good hands, Renjun, don't you worry. You've got a bigger problem since you have Jisung to look after,” Jeno pointed out.
“Don't I know it,” Renjun sighed, causing Jaemin and Chenle to laugh while Jisung pouted, a rebuttal starting to take shape as he glared at his friends
“Take care guys, we'll see you soon,” Mark announced as he wrapped the call, narrowly avoiding another conversational tangent once Jisung started making his argument, moving to press the end call button for Haechan while he was struggling to break out of Jeno's playful headlock. He was happy for a small reprieve from the collective chaos of their group for a bit, the two he was stuck with at the moment were somehow the more mature ones despite their antics. “Damn, guess the storm’s here now. What should we do?”
“The shelter in place warning should be coming any minute. Doesn't look like it's gonna be big enough to warrant an evacuation but it might mess with the power. Like you said, we should just charge whatever devices we can for now just in case,” Jeno reasoned, finally letting Haechan go so he could snatch up his phone and set it to charge.
“I don't know about you guys, but I'm pretty sure I've got salt water and sand still stuck to me somewhere and I can smell the chlorine, so I'm gonna go wash this off now so I don't have to shower in the dark,” Haechan announced while heading down the hall and deeper into the house. “I call dibs on the master bathroom!”
“Damn,” Jeno huffed, smiling and folding his arms over his wide chest as he turned back to Mark. “Well, we've got a meal kit, right? We can just eat that since it'll be quick and easy. I'd prefer if the chefs were here before we touched any of the raw ingredients we ordered.”
Mark nodded in agreement, not sure why he felt off all of a sudden, lost in thought while staring blankly at the way Jeno’s arms pushed his pecs together in a way that gave him cleavage. “Can't make the birthday boy cook, however much I'd prefer that.” He could already see Haechan whining about having to do extra work and pouting while arguing for a way out of it.
“Just flash him those cute puppy eyes of yours before the trip is over. Better yet, offer to make him something and watch him rush to stop you, I'm sure he'll break down and make some food with the excuse of saving us from a possible fire,” Jeno suggested, causing Mark to laugh and lightly punch Jeno in his muscled shoulder.
“Maybe. Alright, we should definitely all shower and then regroup after,” he decided, the two men walking off to the remaining bathrooms in the house, grabbing their essentials along the way.
*****
After they bathed, the trio had dinner, periodically checking their charging phones for updates on the weather or their friends still trapped on the mainland. One of Haechan’s playlists gently bumped from a bluetooth speaker and filled the space, dampening the sounds of the turbulent winds outside that occasionally rattled the windows, singing along at times to work through his growing fear and anxiety as the gusts grew stronger and rattled the walls at times. The three long time friends then drifted into deep conversation about what they've been up to in their work and home lives, trading stories about events that happened during smaller meetups with their friends in between. They split a six pack of beers between them, tongues wagging and sharing more than usual, so wrapped up in their storytelling that they didn't realize how much the storm had picked up until the lights flickered and shut off. Haechan was forced to shut off the music to save battery life, and the group decided to go to bed early to wait out the storm.
Haechan claimed the master bedroom for himself citing birthday boy privilege, the other two in no mood to fight him about it. Mark determined they would choose a more equal sleeping arrangement once the rest of the group showed up. He decided to take a room just down the hall from him, while Jeno took a bedroom that was close to the kitchen. Once they said their goodnights Mark was sure he would be out cold as soon as his head hit the pillow, especially after all the activity they had done during the day. And yet the sound of the storm outside didn't calm him like he hoped it would. Instead his mind drifted into territory that he deemed dangerous.
He cringed at himself as he reflected on his behavior from earlier. The way his eyes wandered, the way he caught himself ogling far too many times, drifting over Jeno’s sculpted muscles or the glow of Haechan’s warm skin, very obviously lusting over his friends’ bodies. It wasn’t as if they weren’t always attractive, it was actually fairly common for them to be approached by admirers when they’re out in public, Mark collecting his fair share of them as well during their outings. They hadn’t changed that dramatically since their time in college, so it wasn’t as if he had been blind to it until now. If he had to blame anything for the feelings that were choking him at the moment it would be his own weakness, his own fear of always being on the outside looking in, of only knowing the lonely road he needed to walk in order to live a safe and productive life. He had made a promise to himself that it would only happen one time. That it was an experiment and he had satisfied his curiosity, and had no reason to wander off the path again.
He remembered it as clearly as if it happened last week, though it had to have been almost a year now. A night out for dinner and some drinks had led to an evening of tension as Jeno and Haechan struggled to not give away how comfortable they had grown around one another once Jeno and Jaemin opted to open up their relationship. Mark had no doubt in his mind that Haechan played a heavy part in prompting them to make that decision, but it wasn’t his place and he had no intention of speaking on it. Until his obvious discomfort grew to be too much for them to stomach and Haechan snapped at him to lighten up. It led to a heated and tipsy discussion outside where he and Haechan hashed out some unresolved issues from their own failed foray into a romantic entanglement, the resulting clarity bringing their obvious attraction back into focus with an added surprise that Jeno shared very similar feelings as well.
And so Mark had been coaxed into bed with them, swept up in the adrenaline rush of wanting and being wanted, drunk on the ecstasy over making his feelings known and having them reciprocated. Only to wake the next morning crashing down from the high as he considered the logistics of trying to maintain it, to try to hold onto something so wild and forbidden yet unbearably fragile. Even worse, something so complicated and unconventional that no one outside of their circle could ever accept or understand. And so he snuck away from their warm embrace, ashamed, the lingering sweetness of their shared joy turning into a bitter aftertaste as he dragged himself back to his brutal reality. It was an experiment, a curiosity that had been sated and nothing more. He couldn’t afford it to be anything more.
Mark rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands, groaning at himself in frustration. It was all Haechan's fault, honestly. He and Jeno had both told him to put some real clothes on when he chose to wear a skimpy robe for the evening that kept falling open at nearly every opportunity, exposing that honey brown skin that kept consuming his thoughts during dinner. Especially at one point when he had all but flashed them, which was starting to feel less and less like an accident. It was just like the gremlin to take advantage of a situation where the rest of the group wasn't around to shame him for being reckless and erotic, or force him to sneak around to do it. Not that it was a secret that Haechan got around, he managed to find his way into nearly every one of their beds at one time or another. It was mostly Renjun that complained the most about Haechan’s rakish behavior, though whether it sprang from jealousy or envy was hard to tell most of the time.
Mark thought back to the dinner they had just shared, the way Jeno's hand kept finding Haechan's thigh and squeezing while they talked. The amount of times Haechan's knee bumped Mark's each time he tried to adjust his seating, trying to sit cross-legged in his chair. How Haechan's robe would open just enough to expose one shoulder, absolutely tantalizing him and Jeno both. And he couldn't forget the way Jeno's nose managed to find a way into Mark’s hair, asking what shampoo he had used since it smelled so good. Shit. It wasn't just Haechan trying to stir things up. Those curious dark eyes peering at him across the table were asking him a question all along, and he completely misread it every time. Mark was just dense.
He heard a thump and a soft curse under someone's breath, his internal agonizing paused for now as he listened intently despite the whooshing wind and thrashing palm trees outside. He craned to listen, seeing a flash of mysterious light from the crack under the bedroom door before it faded away. Haechan was out of bed. He assumed he was getting something to drink and didn't dwell on it, though he laid there and waited patiently to hear his soft treading footsteps head back to his room once he was done. But after a few long minutes that felt like an eternity he gathered that Haechan wasn't coming back, and decided to get up and investigate.
Careful footsteps and spectacular senses helped Mark maneuver the large and lavish beach house in the dark, following the unnatural glow coming from the same area they had spent most of their day in. Next to the kitchen and dining area, the shared space had a living room area as well, separated by a large sectional and armchairs that ringed around a projector screen that rolled down when in use and served as the TV. It was pulled down now but with no electricity the projector was of no use, however it served as a canvas for the swirling galaxy nightlight that was being cast along the walls in the room. He marveled at the otherworldly glow for a moment, the room painted in deep blues and dark purples with tiny pinpricks of white and yellow, and the occasional splash of pink as the images drifted lazily across the white screen and grew more difficult to follow while cast against the glass windows overlooking the inky black void that surrounded them. Sat beside the nightlight was Haechan, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by pillows and cushions that he pulled from the couches, creating a makeshift pillow fort to comfort himself with as he stared hard at the projector screen.
“Hey,” Mark called out softly to get Haechan's attention, who was spooked and nearly fell over until he realized it was Mark behind him. He took a deep calming breath and pulled the blankets tighter around himself, looking like an old crone who couldn’t stand the cold as he hunched on the floor.
“Hey,” he whispered back, then nodded Mark over to join him. Mark padded quietly to his side, Haechan eyeing him up and down while he was only clad in a t-shirt and shorts, amazed. “Aren't you cold?”
“Not really. Are you?” he questioned in concern, immediately moving to rub at his arms and shoulders over the layers of blankets he had encased himself in.
“Right, I forgot, you have those freaky Canadian genes that make you impervious to cold temperatures,” he teased, causing Mark to laugh softly in reaction. He then leaned his body into Mark once he settled in beside him, seeking comfort in the way that he preferred most. “The storm is scaring me. I keep expecting an entire tree branch to spear through a window and impale me like something out of Final Destination.”
“You have an overactive imagination,” Mark commented, smiling as he held Haechan against him. Which he quickly learned would not be enough, sighing as he allowed the man to find the comfort he needed, which eventually led to him being shoved down and as Haechan happily laid half of his body on him.
“Normally it's a strength, but now it's working against me,” Haechan huffed, nuzzling into Mark's neck. “Nothing seems to be working in my favor lately.”
Mark wiggled the arm that was trapped under Haechan and wrapped it around him as best as he could, patting his back comfortingly. “It's one setback. The others will be here before you know it, and we'll get this birthday trip back on track.”
Haechan mumbled something unintelligible into his skin, making him hyper aware of how close his lips were to a particular sensitive spot on his neck. He swallowed thickly, unsure if he should just let it ride or if he should break away before things drifted into a questionable place. “What did you say?”
“He said 'that's not what he meant',“ Jeno helpfully translated, making Mark snap his head back behind them to see him standing there in the same black tank top and sweats he had been wearing at dinner, hands in his pockets. “He's sulking.”
“Am not,” Haechan responded, lifting his hooded face from the safety of Mark's neck to glare at Jeno, who only stared back with a lifted brow in challenge as he waited patiently. When Haechan failed to give any further explanation for his actions he grumbled in defeat and slumped back into sulking against Mark, causing Jeno to shake his head.
“Come on, if we're gonna spend the night out here at least make it comfortable,” Jeno insisted, toeing off his slippers and moving around them to roll the Haechan burrito off of Mark. “Hyung, I'm gonna need your help, if you don't mind,” he added, gently trying to unwrap Haechan despite his whiny protests.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Mark agreed, rising to his feet and looking around them as the swirling night light cast stars and galaxies across their skin but just enough illumination to see by as they moved around. Jeno managed to retrieve extra blankets after unrolling Haechan down to one layer, then pulled out some more from the ottoman that doubled as linen storage. Mark formed a makeshift barrier with the cushions and harder pillows while Jeno layered the blankets in a way to form a thin makeshift mattress. Haechan sat clutching his last blanket and supervised, directing them how to best position everything until Jeno got fed up and told him to get up and do it himself.
Mark laughed and followed Haechan's wishes anyway, and before long they had a large bed on the floor of the living room, propping the night light up on the ottoman now positioned below their feet. Jeno nudged Haechan into the middle of the pillow fort bed, waiting until he crawled over and laid down before plopping down to settle beside him, watching and waiting for Mark to join them. The thicker man snatched at the last blanket Haechan was clinging to and peeled it away, revealing that he was still only dressed in the bathrobe from earlier.
“Well it's no wonder you're cold, idiot, why have you still not put any pants on?!”
“I'm more comfortable this way! Leave me alone,” he pouted, wrestling with Jeno to get his blanket back as Mark sat cross legged on the other side of them. The tug of war that ensued was not one that lasted long as Jeno was far stronger, wrenching it out of his hands and making Haechan fall on top of him. He realized the position they were in and blushed, watching Mark out of the corner of his eyes and hastily trying to slide off and return to the middle of the bed again. But Jeno's arm caught his waist and kept him still.
“And where do you think you're going?”
“Back? You won, so I have to burrow under the covers now,” he explained, voice shaky while his eyes still kept darting over in Mark’s direction.
“Sure. You can do that. But I bet there's another way to warm you up,” Jeno purred, Haechan trembling while the sound sent familiar tingles through Mark's body as well.
“I'm sure there is, but...maybe now isn't a good time...” Haechan murmured, sharing a meaningful stare with his lover while trapped in his arms.
“Oh. Did you guys need to be alone?” Mark questioned, suddenly feeling out of place as he started getting up. “I was just making sure Haechan was okay, but I can go back to my room now.”
“Mark hyung, with all due respect, you have to be one of the most willfully ignorant people I've ever met,” Jeno spoke from his spot on the ground, not shying away from the look that Mark shot at him after his accusation. Mark could only stare back in stunned silence, not understanding where this aggression was coming from or what warranted it. Haechan was equally shocked as he gasped and slapped Jeno's chest chidingly.
“Why would you say that?!”
“Because he’s been staring at both of us like a man who is starved all day today. Now he finally has a chance to get a taste and he's choosing to walk away. What's worse is we've been making moves on him the entire time and he hasn't acted on any of them. It’s fucking annoying,” Jeno gruffed.
Mark scoffed, not sure if the better call was to walk away or stand his ground. The whole situation felt surreal to him, surprised that this issue was even coming up on this trip, shaking his head in disbelief. “Well, I’m sorry I’m annoying you. You guys are beautiful, and my eyes latch onto that beauty sometimes. I’m sorry if I was giving you the wrong idea.”
“Is the wrong idea what you're giving us, or is it what your mind has decided to call us?” Jeno accused, reluctantly letting Haechan go as he struggled and fought to be freed from his grasp.
“That's enough! He has the right to say no and he doesn't need to be bullied about his choice either! Mark, just go to bed. You can take the master if you want.”
Mark turned his attention to Haechan as he sat upright, cross legged and fussing with his robe as it threatened to expose him again. Even in the dim light and only seeing his face in profile, he could tell he was flustered and likely kicking himself for thinking his scheme would work, regretting his wardrobe choice even more now. Mark's eyes drifted back over to Jeno who was now laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling with his hands behind his head, clearly tense with anger that he decided to button up now that Haechan refused to take his side. The right choice would have been to do as he was instructed and retreat back to his room for the night. But that would only likely lead to even more tension the following morning, and more questions and uncomfortable conversations once the others arrived and sensed the heavy atmosphere. No, this was a mess that he created, and he couldn't bring anyone else into it. It wasn't right.
“I wasn't…I didn't mean…” Mark struggled at first, scratching at the top of his head. His throat got tight as those big bewitching brown eyes searched his expression, Haechan's concerned stare looked so sweet and lovely in that moment with his soft curls framing his face, like he was staring at a porcelain doll. He wasn't sure if he could ever get the right words out when faced with something so breathtaking.
“You guys were not the wrong idea, or a bad idea. That night was…magical. I'll never forget it. In fact, I still think about it,” he admitted, a crooked smile curving his lips while rubbing the back of his neck. “It's just…I don't have what it takes.”
Jeno's brow furrowed, though his eyes stayed trained on the ceiling above them. “What is this, baseball tryouts? What does that even mean?”
Mark sighed, not even sure if he knew what he was saying. “What I'm telling you is that I'm not like you guys. I'm not as…resilient. Not in matters like these,” he admitted, rubbing his face with his hands and dragging them down dramatically. “I get jealous easily. And I’m needy. Not to mention the fact that I babble about things that make me happy and it's going to be literal torture not being able to talk about you guys without having to face a bunch of backlash about not being straight or monogamous,” he muttered.
Silence fell between them, broken up only by the whipping wind against the glass outside. Then Haechan snorted a laugh, causing Mark's eyes to drift over to him as he sat hugging his knees.
“You think I'm not needy? You think Jeno isn't the most jealous son of a bitch on the planet?”
“Bite me.”
“I fucking will,” Haechan shot back, smirking as he turned his attention back to Mark. “You wouldn't believe it, but Jaemin actually struggles with fomo really badly sometimes. And Renjun's trust issues are a constant battle,” he added with an exhausted roll of his eyes. “Not one corner of this arrangement is perfect. We fight. A lot. There are meetings and interventions and super busy group chats all the time. But we communicate, we plan, we schedule. When someone needs extra attention, we accommodate. We reassure. We don't shy away from the tough conversations.”
Mark grimaced. “About that…”
“You panicked. We know,” Jeno cut him off, irritation still evident in his voice.
“Right.” Mark swallowed thickly, averting his eyes away from both of them now.
“I didn’t say all of that to guilt you about that morning. What’s done is done, it was ages ago, we’ve all grown and changed since then. Mostly,” Haechan amended, with a sidelong glance at Jeno still tense beside him. “And we have been through that scenario and had that same morning after talk a few times so we know where you’re coming from and why you bounced. It's a lot and it's a big adjustment and you weren’t ready. All I’m saying is that there’s ways to make it work if you want it badly enough. It takes time and trust and a lot of open communication, it’s an actual labor of love. But when it works…well, you get so much more than what you originally bargained for. And that’s what makes it all pay off in the end.”
The most Mark could do afterwards was nod quietly in understanding. What followed was another long stretch of silence as he took a moment to process. Most of the time he appreciated Haechan’s breakdowns and clarifications on things, especially when he was genuinely confused about something that completely went over his head. This time though he felt like Haechan was over-simplifying things. This kind of situation was complicated, intricate, there was no way the steps were that easy to follow–
“When's the last time you got laid?” Haechan questioned next, cutting through the chatter in Mark’s mind.
He balked, sputtering at how sudden and direct that question was. “I’m not going to talk about that.”
“Why not?”
“It's none of your business,” Mark countered, as if it was obvious.
“Well it became my business when you kept staring at me like a rotisserie chicken fresh out of the oven. You clearly want a piece and you’re acting like you haven’t seen a good meal in ages, so how about we fix that?” Haechan’s tone sounded reminiscent of a doctor about to explain a prescription. “Now, I’m gonna ask again, when was the last time?”
“A while. I’ve been busy, I haven't had ti-”
“The last time was with us, wasn't it?”
Mark's head snapped up to stare into Haechan's deep brown eyes, almost black in the dim light and having an eery aura as the shadows of the thrashing trees outside whipped around wildly behind him while he sat so still. Mark's mouth went dry, wanting to lie but feeling himself compelled to tell the truth, but all he could do was choke on his silence as he grew fearful of what it could mean.
“It's ok,” Haechan assured softly, crawling closer, hesitantly placing his hand on Mark's thigh as he waited to see if he would react badly to his touch. When Mark simply allowed it he moved to sit cross legged in front of him, taking Mark's hands into his, looking to Jeno to coax him closer as well. “I haven't stopped thinking about that night either. It's why I thought it was lucky that we got here early. Obviously, I would prefer to have the others here now like we planned but...now we have this time to talk. For you to talk, Mark. About how you feel.”
Mark swallowed thickly, huffing a bitter laugh. Talk? About how he feels? Why did that matter? He wasn't like them. He wasn't built like them, there was no way it was sustainable. What could he even tell his family, that he was so greedy that one partner wasn't enough? Hell, he couldn't even successfully keep one of them to himself so what business did he have trying to keep two? Let alone three, or four?!
“I feel...” he struggled, squeezing Haechan's hands in his, avoiding his eyes. “I feel like I'm going crazy. I feel like...like I won't ever know happiness or pleasure like that again. Like that one night is all I’m allowed. If I look for it outside of our friend group I'll always be disappointed, or yearn for something I can't go back to if it all breaks down and goes to hell. To be able to have you, any or all of you, feels like greed. The kind that could lead to misfortune down the line. The kind that my pastor father won’t ever approve of and I’ll need to keep you secret, which also feels wrong. I don’t see how I can win in this scenario,” he muttered.
Haechan’s hands were soft and warm as he held them, oddly grounding him in this moment as his mind raced with so many thoughts of his doubts as a good fit in this complex puzzle of relationships that made up his pack of best friends. Even with so much time apart and living their separate lives he could only make it through knowing he had their support and could call them up whenever he needed to talk or go somewhere to get his mind off of things. It was too much to ask even more of them, to be there for him in even more ways. To chase away the ever creeping loneliness, to help him feel whole and complete and give him something to care about and love in return. Was this what they meant when they said to fall in love with your best friend? It couldn’t be that literal, could it?
“Makkeu? You’re in your head again,” Haechan pointed out, lowering his head and tilting it up to catch Mark’s line of sight. The movement was so incredibly adorable it made a tight feeling appear in Mark’s chest, causing him to squeeze Haechan’s hands in his own. Despite his strength Haechan took the squeeze in stride, thumbs gently rubbing over Mark’s knuckles.
“This isn’t a marriage proposal. This isn’t even a contract for a relationship. Let’s just…take it one step at a time. You’re pent up, sexually, and you would obviously prefer if we were the ones to help ease that discomfort. Don’t even try to argue, we’ve seen where your eyes have been traveling,” Haechan smirked, tugging at Mark’s hands in an effort to bring him closer. “You feel a lot, and you feel it deeply. We know this about you already, so we’re going to start this as low pressure as possible. We’ll be here to soothe the ache, whenever it comes, however often it presents itself. How’s that for now? Maybe working out some of that energy can help you think straight again.”
That proposition intrigued him. It had Mark blinking a bit, shoulders relaxing as the situation was reframed for him. They were three friends in a big empty house together, cut off from the outside world as a storm raged on around them. Sleep had escaped them and aside from talking there wasn’t much else to do. And he had been embarrassingly obvious about how much he had been lusting after them for the past few hours, pouting at himself as he slowly lifted his eyes to meet Haechan’s, his gaze soft and adoring with the patience of a saint for once.
“Okay. I think…I think I can do that,” he admitted quietly, swallowing around a lump that was forming in his throat as the reality of what he was agreeing to hit him full force. They were okay with it. It wasn’t wrong to want them, it wasn’t bothering them that he envied what they had. They wanted to share, and that was all they had wanted from the beginning. It was him that was expecting too much from it.
As if recognizing his inevitable slip back into a shame spiral Haechan seized on his moment of stunned revelation and pressed in close, moving their held hands to pull Mark’s arms around his waist while he climbed into his lap and settled there heavily. It was a familiar and welcomed weight, one that brought a dazzled sparkle to Mark’s dark eyes as he peered up at Haechan in wonder just before their lips connected.
This was familiar as well, but sweeter somehow. Whether from the nostalgia or the deep seated longing was hard to tell, but Mark had craved it for so long, in a way that surprised him as he let go of Haechan’s hands in favor of gripping that ridiculous robe in order to pull Haechan’s soft body flush against his own, rewarded with Haechan’s pleased hum against his lips as he opted to deepen the kiss. Mark could taste him now, traces of mint from his toothpaste along with a bittersweet note of chocolate, likely stolen from the candy dish the host of their rental had left on the kitchen counter. Haechan’s blunt nails gently scratched at his scalp and made goosebumps form on his skin, his body remembering before his mind could catch up, his hands drifting lower to rest on Haechan’s warm and creamy thighs, sliding the soft skin to part the robe even more.
“Ahem.”
Mark and Haechan immediately froze, breaking their kiss and turning to look at Jeno. The larger man was sitting up now, legs and arms crossed as he pouted even harder than before. A saturn-like planet drifted along his arm as the nightlight kept swirling, illuminating the staredown Jeno had with Haechan and the look of betrayal that dominated his expression.
“I didn’t forget about you, jagiya,” Haechan insisted, which was answered with a disbelieving huff. “I mean it! Mark needs time to adjust, we can’t just attack him. He’s gonna panic all over again!”
Jeno silently climbed to his feet, clearly done with Haechan’s excuses, though Haechan continued to argue his point in his efforts for Jeno to understand, leaning away from Mark but not making any effort to move away. Mark began to open his mouth to speak but stopped as Jeno advanced on them with a clear threat in his eyes. Haechan reflexively threw his hand out to stop him only to be shoved away with a small squeal of terror as he was thrown from his perch. In a fluid move, the bulky muscled man settled there instead, a little heavier than Mark was used to but not unwelcome. He looked up at the man with amusement and surprise, his hands finding Jeno’s narrow waist and squeezing while the man seemed perfectly content, the softest smile curving his lips.
“Were you feeling left out?” Mark questioned, fingers sliding under his tank top.
“Very,” he answered, sounding more like a growl as his hands looped loosely around Mark’s neck. “Haechan wasn’t the only one that missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” Mark replied, his voice more wistful than he had intended, leaning up to press a kiss to Jeno’s lips that was firm and reassuring, pleased as he seemed to melt at the contact. Haechan’s whines faded into background noise as Mark sank deeper into the new kiss, a very different vibe from Haechan’s. With Haechan it was very much like remembering a dance you hadn’t done in so long, but once he was walked through the initial steps his muscle memory took over from there. Kissing Jeno was that same dance but performed on a rooftop; he wasn’t sure how he got there, but the thrill of it took his breath away and left him clinging to Jeno.
“You can’t run from us this time,” Jeno reminded softly after their lips parted, resting his forehead against Mark’s while staring deep into his eyes.
“I know,” he replied, smirking as he felt Haechan quest for attention again as his slender arms wrapped around Mark’s chest as he settled in behind him. “You’ve got me cornered.”
Mark was a little overwhelmed but just as needy, reaching up to cradle Jeno's head in his hand to guide him into deeper and searching kisses, feeling a surge of connection between them that was like touching a live wire. Jeno grunted impatiently and pressed closer to Mark, chests rubbing as the force of his kiss had Mark’s head tilting back, strong fingers tugging at the soft hairs at the base of his skull. Jeno’s onslaught of affection only paused as he spotted Haechan set his chin on Mark’s shoulder, leaning his head against Mark's in such an adorable way that had Jeno’s eyes softening in reaction.
“We haven't forgotten about you, Hyuckie,” Jeno asserted, booping his nose with a finger and leaning in to kiss him sweetly as well.
“Better not,” Haechan hummed afterwards, wrapping his legs around both of them and squeezing with his strong thighs. “I'll destroy you both.”
Mark and Jeno both cried out and laughed as they were squeezed, Mark struggling to turn his head back and kiss Haechan as well. Haechan met him halfway, the two falling into a familiar rhythm of rising heat and passion that always consumed their kisses, breaking apart when they both needed to catch their breath. Mark had only barely recovered when Jeno's mouth found his again, groaning softly while grabbing onto the hard muscle in front of him, feeling the larger man comply and grind his hips down. He moaned into Jeno's mouth again, hands squeezing his hips possessively while shivering as he felt Haechan's hands under his shirt gently teasing and pinching at his nipples, all his fears and insecurities fading away as his mind clouded with lust.
“Want you,” he murmured, fingers sliding under Jeno's tank top to feel the curves and ridges of his muscles, rocking his hips up against him and watching him bite his lip and growl in reaction. Mark leaned back to put more weight on Haechan behind him, comforted by his warmth. “Both of you. Been needing you for so long…”
“You're dumb,” Haechan commented, causing Jeno to laugh. He nibbled playfully on Mark's ear before he continued. “You've had us all along.”
“I know. I was just scared, I guess,” he sighed heavily, turning his head to seek more kisses from Haechan. “Forgive me?”
“Hmm. I don’t know. Stealing all this attention for yourself on my birthday trip is a pretty heavy crime,” Haechan pointed out, thinking very seriously while still making Mark jerk and flinch with every new pinch of his fingers. He then released him to flop onto his back, wiggling to get his legs free and rolling away from them to starfish in the middle of their makeshift floor bed. “I suppose you can find a way to make it up to me,” he teased, grinning over at them with his tousled brown curls. Until a larger wind slapped against the windows at that moment and made him scream and sit up in alarm, tucking his robe tight around him.
Mark and Jeno snickered as they watched, Mark gently squeezing at Jeno's sides for attention. Once he had Jeno’s focus he tilted his head in Haechan’s direction, an unspoken request. The man in his lap nodded in agreement and slipped off to crawl over to Haechan, knocking him over and gently crushing him with his body as the smaller man whined and struggled. Mark also crawled closer, amused as Haechan was soon silenced by Jeno's deep and consuming kisses. Haechan's mischievous hands found Jeno's meaty pecs and squeezed greedily, causing Mark to chuckle while he watched them and felt his own desire begin to burn like a fire in his lower belly. He found the loose end of the sash to Haechan's robe and gently pulled it until it came undone. Jeno felt the action and slowly lifted himself up on his elbows, staring down at Haechan’s delectable body and lazily parting the robe that had been such a tease all night, humming softly in approval at what he found under the colorful lights still swirling around the room.
“Hyung,” Jeno suddenly called, blonde hair fluttering prettily as he lifted his head to meet Mark's gaze. “Why don't you do the honors of warming up our pretty birthday boy for the night's activities? I know he's missed your touch the most.”
“Really?” Mark questioned, scooting closer and catching the flustered look on Haechan's face as he rushed to look away. A goofy smile lit up his face in recognition, especially as Haechan struggled to come up with some biting insult to say back, huffing a laugh and shoving at Jeno in his amusement.
“Kiyowo,” he crooned, waiting patiently for Jeno to settle in beside Haechan instead, the two of them working together to remove the bathrobe off of him completely. Haechan threw an arm over his eyes as he was simultaneously pleased and embarrassed to be the focus of their attention. Mark tsked and gently removed his arm and peered down at him, pinning his arm down by the wrist above his head, smirking as he leaned in and kissed him heatedly. He reveled in the way Haechan reacted immediately. It was comforting, knowing there was a piece of him that belonged to Mark alone, that no time apart would take that away from him. Maybe there was a way for them to work after all. Maybe it wasn't all or nothing.
Mark used his free hand to lightly run his knuckles over the expanse of silky skin along his chest, teasingly going over a nipple like a speed bump, lightly pinching it between two fingers. It made him inhale sharply, and Mark seized that moment of surprise to deepen the kiss, nudging his way in between his sumptuous thighs, feeling them squeeze at his hips and humming in approval. He forced himself to pull away, his gaze scorching as he stared deep into dark brown eyes that were golden like honey in the sunlight. He felt something squeeze in his chest but ignored it, turning his attention to sucking a bruise on his neck. He would proudly mark him now, letting it be known to all the decisions he had made. It sent a thrill through him thinking about it, the way Jaemin would lift a brow but also respect it. Renjun fretting over how it looked brutal and Haechan smacking his hand away each time he tried to cover it up. For now he was just living for the way Haechan whined and squirmed under him, helpfully pressing his thigh between Haechan's so he had something to grind on. He noticed Jeno readjusting his position out of the corner of his eye, lifting up to check in on him.
“Damn, hyung. Got me wishing I could switch places,” he commented, eyes disappearing with his smile.
“With me?” he questioned, licking his lips.
He shook his head, nibbling his lip while looking Mark up and down. Haechan laughed breathlessly under him, the hand not pinned down reaching over and bunching in Jeno's tank top to pull him in closer, wanting to nibble that lip himself. ”Wanna team up and make that dream a reality?”
“Careful, Hyuckie, we don't want him to have a heart attack,” Jeno warned, humming and kissing back softly.
Mark shrugged, sliding his tongue over Haechan's warm skin and tasting the slight salt from his sweat, quickly growing addicted to the taste, nibbling and kissing at his skin as he traveled down his body. “Not against it, just didn't know you'd be down. That you went that way.”
“It’s not my usual. But for you I would,” Jeno answered easily, peering at Mark from his place flicking at Haechan's nipple with his tongue, causing him to whine pitifully while trapped under both of them.
Mark smirked, then locked in again as Haechan's lovely dark skin called to him, continuing to devour him and leaving his little love bruises in his wake. Where Jeno seemed to be carved out of marble, with all his pale skin and sculpted hard muscle, Haechan’s body was warm and soft to the touch, with enough give to his flesh that made squeezing it irresistible. Mark was ecstatic when his mouth finally reached his inner thighs, licking and kissing, latching on with his teeth lightly and watching Haechan tremble under him. He stole glances while happily settled between his legs, seeing the absolute wreck Haechan was becoming under his and Jeno's careful ministrations, his hard cock leaking onto his belly and nearly begging for Mark's attention. He did want it, badly, to lap up that salty precome and feel Haechan get so excited that he might leak even more down his throat. But Mark was patient, and deadset on making sure Haechan didn't trouble over the raging storm outside. Not while he had two men here that would fight the storm itself to keep him safe.
“Jeno,” he called softly, scooting down to get more comfortable on the ground and pushing up Haechan's thighs that now carried his love bites and bruises. His eyes were set on Haechan's pretty little hole, arms hooked under Haechan's legs while holding his hips, already feeling his mouth water. He licked at his sack as he waited until Jeno's sweet and inquisitive face appeared over the swell of a thick thigh.
“Can you take care of that for me please?” Mark directed, referring to the still forgotten and hard cock resting on Haechan's soft belly. Jeno followed his gaze and smiled, nodding as he took it in his large hand. A curse was heard from Haechan but they didn't care, Mark simply watched for a moment as Jeno wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked greedily, wasting no time as he let Haechan's entire length sink into the depths of his mouth and throat.
Delicate fingers found Jeno's light hair as the sweetest whimpers drifted over to them, Mark praising Jeno softly while he began to bob his head. Satisfied, Mark returned his attention to his true prize, sliding his tongue along the crease of Haechan's cheeks before circling around his cute little pucker, his cries becoming music to his ears as he worked to loosen that tight ring of muscle.
They worked Haechan over until he was begging to be filled, Mark only letting up when he could safely fit three fingers inside him with little resistance. Jeno only stopped when Mark directed him to, the two taking a breather while Haechan's voice was starting to crack from the stress of coming sooner than he wanted to. Still Mark couldn't keep his hands to himself, reaching over to grab the sizable bulge that was pitching a tent in Jeno's sweats, squeezing it and marveling at how he couldn't fit his hand around it.
“Fuck, you're huge.”
“Yeah,” Jeno breathed, grunting and scooting closer. Mark took the opportunity to tug Jeno's pants down, marveling as his thick cock sprung back in place and stroked it with his bare hand. Jeno groaned as his forehead found Mark's shoulder, pressing eagerly into his palm and craving so much more.
“Will you fuck him for me, baby? I want to see it,” Mark murmured softly, lips by Jeno's ear as his hand tightened around him. His answer was a low whimper before pulling back to nod yes. He then grabbed Mark's chin to pull him in closer and kiss him hungrily, desperate to taste him and the flavor of Haechan still lingering on his tongue, that electric spark zinging through them again as their passion and desire grew.
“You guys have no right being that hot,” Haechan commented, hands behind his head as he watched them lazily. His breathing seemed to have evened out now after all the delicious torture he endured.
Mark broke away to laugh, slapping Haechan's thigh for ruining the moment. Jeno was not deterred though, taking that moment to remove Mark's shirt and toss it away. He then grabbed at Mark's shorts and nearly ripped them off, sending Mark backwards with an oof! When he tried to sit up again Jeno pressed him back down with a hand on his chest, his other hand taking Mark's aching cock and giving it some much needed relief as he stroked it with care, a soft moan leaving Mark in reaction.
“Jeno-aegi, you don't have to–ah fuck,” Mark cursed as Jeno ignored him, his warm mouth wrapping around Mark's dick and swallowing it down with ease as he had just been doing with Haechan moments before. He moaned, hand moving to hold Jeno's where it was splayed on his chest, the other combing back his pale hair and watching his cock slide in and out of Jeno's mouth, his pink lips glistening with spit. He was beautiful, dark eyes looking up at Mark's for his approval, the usually chatty man only able to nod and make even louder and more embarrassing noises.
“Happy birthday to me,” Haechan purred as he crawled closer, not wanting to be forgotten. Immediately his teeth found Mark's nipple and tugged roughly, making Mark cry out in pain instead and earning a bap to the top of his head, which only made the gremlin laugh. He apologized by pressing scorching kisses all over his chest and up to his neck, Mark's breathing becoming shaky as Haechan sucked on his neck in tandem with Jeno sucking his cock. His fingers found those soft brown curls and tugged in the way Haechan liked, his pleased hum vibrating against his skin and causing Mark to short circuit from all the sensations.
“Ok…ok guys, I can't…fuck, you feel too fucking good,” he groaned, trying to get back on track. Haechan silenced him with his mouth, swallowing Mark's pleased yet irritated moan as once again he was consumed by Haechan's heat, thoroughly addicted and drowning as his body was licked by flames. He kissed him back, shuddering as he felt overwhelmed by how much these two men craved him, reluctantly tugging Haechan's head back by his hair in order to make him stop.
“Enough,” he spoke with finality, prompting Jeno to slowly pull off of him with a small pop and look of surprise. Mark's breathing was ragged, staring at Haechan with flames in his eyes, adoringly brushing a thumb over his swollen lip. “You both felt so good, I loved it. But I don't want to be the focus. You're the birthday boy, we should be spoiling you.”
“But you are. You're here, with us. You didn't run, you stayed, and you're letting us love you,” Haechan replied, kissing the pad of Mark's thumb affectionately.
Mark smiled softly, sitting up slowly and pulling Jeno closer to caress his cheek as well. “I won't run away again, I promise. Give me another reason to stay. Let me watch you two together.”
He watched as the two slowly turned to look at each other, Haechan lazily blinking at Jeno, while Jeno simply lifted a brow in response. Time seemed to freeze for a moment, then Haechan hurriedly tried to scamper away while Jeno simply dove over Mark to grab at Haechan's ankle to keep him from getting away. Haechan squealed in mock terror while Jeno snarled, effortlessly dragging him closer and worked at getting him pinned down, while Mark just watched in stunned silence at the odd mating ritual as Jeno finally finished clambering over his lap and manhandled Haechan into a favorable position. Jeno succeeded in pinning Haechan's wrists down, one by his head and the other by his hip, face pressed into the blankets while his legs were bent enough to prop his ass up. Jeno's large cock was teasingly rubbing between his cheeks while Haechan shivered under him, wiggling and trying to guide him inside, while also struggling and testing Jeno's hold on him. Mark quickly understood this was a familiar dance for them, moving closer and helping Jeno out by grabbing him by the base and squeezing, smiling and pecking a kiss to his lips while guiding him into Haechan's hole, and watching raptly as he began to press inside.
“Oh God...” Haechan gasped as he was filled, stretched by Jeno's girth and experiencing a full body shiver. It took a few shallow thrusts before Jeno could slide in all the way, Haechan whining pitifully all the while. Even so Mark could see him pushing back and bouncing off of Jeno's hard hip bones, desperate for every inch of him. Mark squeezed a cheek appreciatively, landing a firm slap as well and rewarded with a lewd moan.
“Such a good boy, Haechannie, taking all of that dick,” he praised, watching as Haechan turned his head to the side to smile up at him gleefully. Jeno took that opportunity to pull out and shove in again, causing Haechan to cry out, toes curling as his back arched even more. It was beautiful honestly, to Mark anyway, sharing a look with Jeno that showed he enjoyed it too.
“How does he feel?” he asked him, a hand finding Jeno's ass and squeezing gently, but also directing him to keep going, pleased as Jeno obediently started building a rhythm with his hips.
“Warm. Tight. Perfect, as always,” Jeno hummed, hissing softly and slamming in once, causing Haechan to hiccup on another moan. Pretty soon the conversation faded away as Jeno locked in, compelled to wring every whimper and cry he could get out of Haechan as he pounded relentlessly into his ass. Mark encouraged Jeno with kisses to his lips and his shoulder, occasionally slapping his ass to spur him on. Every now and then he ran his hand down Haechan's spine, feeling the sweat form on his skin and watching him melt even more into the blanket mattress beneath them. It was art in motion, it was beautiful, even down to the way Haechan's voice grew hoarse from his cries.
“Mar...Mark. Markie,” Haechan suddenly whined, panting heavily in between. Immediately Mark slid down to lay beside him and study his face, amused by how smushed it looked against the floor.
“What is it, beautiful? Do you need me?”
He nodded, giving Mark the most devastating puppy eyes while his fingers struggled to touch his face. “Fuck me? Please?”
“Yeah, baby. Of course.” Mark then looked up at Jeno, who seemed to be struggling to slow or stop. Eventually he did, catching his breath and bracing himself against Haechan and finally releasing his wrists, rubbing over them apologetically for gripping them so tightly. The two of them grunted and whined as they disconnected, Jeno landing one more stinging slap to his ass before taking a seat and recovering from the pivot away from his cresting pleasure.
Mark rolled onto his back as he lay beside Haechan, then patted his chest for Haechan to come to him. The man rose shakily but did as he was bid, crawling over Mark and straddling him, hands splayed on either side of Mark's head and staring down at him adoringly. He began grinding his dick against Mark's belly, feeling Mark's cock against his thigh but not in a rush to put it in. Mark wasn't in a rush either, simply admiring Haechan's body as he slid his hands all over, squeezing in places and luxuriating in how soft he felt.
“Did you miss me, Markie?” Haechan questioned softly, pressing into the touch of his hands.
“I did. I can't deny it anymore,” he murmured in reply, hands finding his plump little ass and squeezing hard enough to make him gasp.
“Promise me you won't stay away again,” he demanded suddenly, reaching back to take Mark's cock in hand to stroke it slowly.
“I promise, baby. You already know I'm a mess without you.”
“Good boy,” he whispered, guiding the head of Mark's cock to his loose hole and sighing as it slid in with ease. Mark inhaled sharply at the sensation of Haechan's warmth wrapped around him, amazed that he was still tight after taking all of Jeno, his hips bucking up reflexively to shove all the way in. Haechan gasped and moaned, rocking his hips and riding him greedily, straightening up in order to bounce on him and moaning even louder as it angled enough to hit him in all the right spots. Mark could only watch in awe, joining him in his cries as he felt exactly what Jeno had described. Perfection. He was truly perfect, his head falling back as Mark took control and held onto his hips so tightly, holding him still as he slammed into him hard and fast. Rough was exactly how Haechan liked it, eyes half open while stroking himself and doing his best to bounce along as Mark kept up his punishing pace, making a kissy face at him and grinding down to meet each of Mark's deep thrusts.
They got lost in each other for awhile, for what felt like an eternity and less than a minute at the same time. They couldn't tear their eyes away, Mark thoroughly entranced as he quested to get as deep inside Haechan as he possibly could. It was all he could want and yet not enough, growling as he pushed to at least get Haechan close first. Haechan was looking feverish now, stroking himself even faster, looking like was getting there when suddenly he huffed and flopped down, holding himself up with one hand while still squeezing his cock. “Jeno...”
Jeno had been watching all along, stroking himself and thoroughly enjoying the show until Haechan summoned him. He got up and moved over to them, curious and confused, unsure of what Haechan wanted while Mark continued bucking into him roughly. Haechan chose then to press a soft and pleading kiss to Mark's lips, panting into his mouth, pressing their foreheads together and willing Mark to slow down.
“Jeno. Please?” Haechan begged, turning to look up at him pleadingly, then looking back at his ass where he and Mark were still joined.
“Please? Please what, Hyuckie?” he questioned, his confusion and concern only growing and making his expression even more adorable. It made Haechan huff a laugh and beckon him closer, biting at his lip before gently coaxing him into a sweet kiss that nearly had Jeno melting.
He pulled away a moment later, licking his lips and smiling. “Fuck me, Jeno. Please?”
The larger man smiled, shaking his head. “Is that all? Can't use your pretty words for once? Alright,” he sighed, sitting up and walking on his knees to move behind him. Mark was confused by the sudden shift but decided to comply by pulling out, then hissed as he felt Haechan's nails digging into his shoulder.
“Don't. Move.”
“What?” Mark asked in confusion, feeling Haechan move to slide him all the way back in again.
“I want you, too. Both of you,” he announced, lifting a brow in challenge as he stared hard at Mark. The man looked over his lover's shoulder to catch Jeno's expression as well, the man surprised but intrigued, his hands smoothing over Haechan's ass and up his back, looking them over as if trying to solve a puzzle.
“You sure you can handle it, jagi?” Jeno questioned, his voice a little awed but hesitant.
“Don't know. But I wanna try,” was Haechan's reply, looking back at Jeno with a mischievous smile. “You'll take care of me either way, right?”
Jeno's eyes narrowed, but he smirked anyway. “You're milking this birthday privilege for all its worth.”
“You know it.”
“Donghyuckie,” Mark cut in suddenly, turning Haechan's face towards him again. “Are you sure? I don't want you to hurt yourself.”
“I'll be careful. As soon as it feels like it's splitting me in two I'll make you stop. Promise,” he assured, leaning into Mark's hand and kissing at his fingers.
“God, you're crazy.”
“About you two? Absolutely.”
Jeno laughed behind them, and Mark couldn't help but chuckle as well, head falling back as it hit him that they were actually going to do this. So he waited and held his breath, biting his lip while watching Haechan's face for any tell that gave away that he couldn't handle it. Jeno took a moment to figure out the logistics, figuring out where their legs needed to be and moving them around accordingly so he could settle in comfortably. Then he took hold of his cock and pressed the thick head against Haechan's hole, surprised that with enough pressure he began to slide in right on top of Mark's. Haechan yelped in surprise, but otherwise stayed still, hearing Jeno spit on his cock and spread it around before trying again. This time there was even more give, Haechan gasping as his eyes went wide, breathing ragged at the sudden stretch.
“Baby, are you ok?” Mark questioned, watching him like a hawk.
“Yeah! God yeah. Fuck,” he whined, looking back at Jeno with heart eyes. “More jagiya, please. Give me all of you.”
Jeno wasn't sure, but couldn't deny how exquisite it felt with it being so tight. He bit his lip and pushed in more, growling while his eyes rolled back a little. Mark also moaned, marveling at the fact that he was now feeling both Haechan Jeno at the same time, breathing shakily at how warm and thick Jeno felt beside him while both wrapped in Haechan's warmth. This was crazy, but it felt so right at the same time, fingers trailing along Haechan's sides soothingly while the man trapped in the middle tried to breathe through it.
Once Jeno fit himself in as much as he could, he stayed still so they could adjust, all three coming to terms with what they were doing. After a few long moments Haechan wiggled his ass experimentally and cried out, rocking onto both cocks and shivering all over. “Oh god, please. One of you, both of you, start moving. Fuck me right now.”
As if he shot a starter gun both Mark and Jeno began to move, thrusting slightly out of rhythm but in the best way as they pistoned inside of Haechan. Each steady slam of their hips had their lengths sliding over each other with added delicious friction, all three men moaning at the added sensation and low-key losing their minds over it. Soon they were driven by pure instinct, their pleasure reaching new heights they hadn't even known were possible, chasing after their own completion and simultaneously pushing each other closer to their goal. Haechan had lost his voice from screaming in pleasure as the men he loved worked tirelessly to send him careening over the edge, his orgasm bursting out of him and spraying onto Mark's chest all the way up to his neck and even his lips. Even though he was spent he didn't dare stop them, greedy for them to find their release inside him.
Jeno was the next closest, resorting to low growls as he felt himself at that familiar peak, riding out that lovely in between place where pain and pleasure mixed together before closing his eyes his release punched through him, groaning and growling even more like an animal as he filled Haechan with every drop of his release, slamming in all the way and staying there as he slowly came down. He stared at Mark over Haechan's shoulder, panting and waiting patiently.
Mark was last, his thrusts becoming wild and erratic after Haechan's orgasm and worsened as Jeno's warm cum coated his dick. It helped him fuck into Haechan faster, studying his blissed out face and marveling as he still rocked back on Mark as he moved inside him. Jeno's thick length felt just as lovely as Haechan's tight walls, making his mind spin each time he thought about it too hard. He put it out of his mind for now as he focused on just finding his own completion, grunting and huffing as he felt himself getting close, squeezing at Haechan's hips so hard he knew he would be bruised there later but he didn't care. Haechan took it upon himself to whisper his gentle pleas for Mark to finish inside him, to fill him up, adding just the right amount of whining to make Mark absolutely weak as he trembled and shot his release inside of him just as he asked, head falling back once every ounce of his release was spent and mixed with Jeno's.
They stayed connected like that for several long moments, catching their breaths and realizing what they had done in the heat of the moment. Jeno extricated himself first, falling back on his ass and staring into space. He realized he was still wearing his tank top, now drenched in sweat, tugging it off and using it to mop himself up. He then in turn used it to clean up the other two as Mark carefully pulled out next, Haechan whimpering at the loss of that too full feeling. His limbs gave out as he rolled to the side and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling and remembering that he left the night light on, watching stars shoot across his vision and watched galaxies drift along and ripple while projected over a light fixture.
Mark did the same as he lay there for a few moments, zoned out in the afterglow. He only broke out of it long enough to accept the warm wet rag that was handed to him by Jeno, smiling up at him appreciatively before he went to work cleaning himself up. He also noted a water bottle by his side, looking over as Jeno took it upon himself to wipe Haechan down as their hapless bottom had lost all strength in his limbs. Haechan hummed and cooed as though drugged as his fingers traced over Jeno's face, the man smiling helplessly and snapping at him with his teeth, threatening to bite him.
So this is what love feels like, Mark thought to himself, watching the two interact with so much familiarity and trust, Haechan putting all of his weight onto Jeno as he tried to maneuver him, despite his annoyed protests as Haechan made no effort to help. Mark couldn't help but smile, aching in the best ways after all they had done, realizing that this is exactly what he needed, exactly what he had yearned for and feared he couldn't have. He rubbed at his chest over his heart, feeling that squeeze again as he watched them, seeing Haechan look back at him and grin, reaching out to him weakly. This was what he'd been missing, why his life had felt so empty, smiling warmly as he took the invitation and crawled back over to their side.
He took his own rag in hand and wiped Jeno down in the places that he had missed, the larger man looking over in surprise, his face too adorable for Mark to not pull him into another deep and admiring kiss. Yes, this was what it was all about. He was such a fool for thinking he could ever live on without it, sighing as his fingers curled into Jeno's soft hair.
He would never let this go. Never again. The world would have to pry it out of his cold dead hands.