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The tension between Jisung and Chenle has been building for a while. The combination of years worth of sneaky compliments and soft touches has gotten to Jisung’s head at this point — not to mention the members consistently egging them on.
For example, if you took a shot for how many times Mark told an interviewer that him and Chenle were soulmates, your liver would fail. If you looked at the faces of the members when Jisung and Chenle were bickering like an old couple, you’d wonder if they knew something that Jisung and Chenle themselves didn’t know.
Maybe they did.
Telling Chenle that he wanted him really shouldn’t be this hard for Jisung — but somehow, it is. It’s different from most other things — yes, he tells Chenle everything, but telling him this feels less than ideal. This is his best friend — the man he grew up with. When Jisung thinks about his current position, he considers that maybe he’s being ridiculous, but, alas, this is ridiculous. Jisung has been losing his mind over this for months . The other members laugh at his sorrow — predominantly Mark and Haechan.
Recently, Mark and Haechan have become fanatical with the idea of getting Jisung to hook up with Chenle. It’s creepy, yes, but Jisung may be able to use this to his advantage.
Jisung can’t lie — it’s not like he doesn’t want to hook up with Chenle. At this point, Chenle has been in his imagination more times than he’d like to admit, doing things that he wouldn’t like to admit. At night, Jisung’s brain always replays the moments of when Chenle’s words stung below his skin — saying, I’ll protect you, you’re doing well, and complimenting his looks, his dancing, his singing — to the naked eye, these seem like normal supportive best friend things, but the praise combined with the consistent, unbroken mutual gaze between them during these moments makes Jisung’s skin crawl.
Right now, Jisung is sitting upside down on the couch in the 7Dream dorm with Mark and Haechan. Disgustingly enough, Mark and Haechan gave Jisung a deadline to get in Chenle’s pants a little over a week ago, and today was his last chance to before being forced to clean the bathrooms for the next month.
Mark chuckles, “I don’t understand why you’re thinking about this so much, dude, it’s just Chenle.”
Jisung rolls his eyes in response, “Exactly! That’s why I’m thinking so much about this.”
Now, it’s Haechan’s turn to chime in.
“Jisungie, it’s not that difficult. Chenle’s a simple guy. Just pretend like you want to watch a movie and accidentally touch his leg too much.”
At this point, Jisung will agree with anything to get out of this conversation.
With a scoff, he complies.
“Okay, hyung. Sure. I’ll do that.”
Haechan squeals from excitement —
“Mark, are you hearing this? He’s really going to do it!”
Mark chuckles deviously at the realization of his master plan finally coming to a close.
“Jisung, bro, I can’t wait to hear about this tomorrow — from both of you.”
Jisung has no words. He shoots them a glare and walks away, palms sweaty.
—
When Chenle arrives home from schedules, Jisung decides that it’s now or never. When he hears the door to Chenle’s room click, he prances from his own room to Chenle’s and faintly knocks.
When Chenle opens the door, he smiles lightly.
“Jisungie~ what are you doing here so late?”
Jisung rubs the back of his neck. He can’t believe what he’s about to do.
“I haven’t seen you all day, I was thinking we could watch a movie.”
Chenle smiles widely and teases, “Awe, you missed me! Sure, let’s watch something.”
Jisung feels his blood pressure rise as they climb into Chenle’s twin-sized bed and under the blanket. He lets Chenle pick the movie, decidedly too anxious to even think about what platform to find one on.
Apparently, Jisung was noticeably tense, because Chenle pokes at his side.
When he jumps, Chenle laughs.
“What’s wrong, Jisung? You need to relax.”
Jisung laughs anxiously, eyes fixated on the screen as he mutters an apology.
Chenle clicks his tongue, “What’s got you so worked up, anyways? Can I help you?”
Jisung tries to respond, but he feels a pair of hands slip below his shirt and on his shoulders.
“Maybe a massage would help, hmm?”
“I- I- Sure, Chenle,” Jisung panics. He wishes that he had the power of teleportation right now, because he feels like he’s about to explode if he spends another minute alone with Chenle.
Jisung’s breath hitches as he feels Chenle rub his hands down his spine, stopping at his waist.
“This okay?”
Jisung wants to tell him that this is more than okay — not enough, actually — but all that he can do is whimper an agreement.
Chenle’s hands work their way back up to his collarbones before he sighs in faux annoyance,
“Massaging somebody’s back is really hard when they have a shirt on, you know. Can you take it off?”
Jisung cartoonishly gulps. He craves Chenle so badly that he feels it deep in his core, and it hurts. He nods slightly and exits the harsh grip of Chenle to remove his shirt, shyly laying back down.
Chenle exhales proudly, “There we go — much easier now.”
When Chenle catches glimpse of Jisung shying away from his touch, he teases him.
“Nothing to be shy of, Jisung-ah. Want me to take my shirt off, too? Would that help?”
Jisung wants to die.
“No, Chenle, you don’t have to if you don’t want—“
Chenle scoffs and lifts his arms to remove his shirt.
“It’s okay, Jisung. I don’t mind.”
When he spots Chenle’s soft, milky white skin illuminating with the help of the laptop screen, he feels his dick twitch. Jisung genuinely thinks he may come in his pants if this goes on any further.
A couple minutes go by where Chenle is silently massaging Jisung’s backside, until he, once again, stops at his waist.
Jisung twitches when he feels Chenle exhale against the back of his neck,
“Feel better?”
Jisung whimpers, hoping Chenle would somehow get the hint that he needs him and he needs him now, “Y-Yeah, feels good,”
Chenle giggles against him, placing his head upon Jisung’s shoulder as he lets his hands travel further.
Jisung’s breath catches in his throat when Chenle’s palms stop directly above his crotch,
“Do you want me to help you, Jisungie?”
Jisung wants to cry.
“Wh-What?”
Chenle coos, “You know what I mean, aegi. You could’ve just told me from the beginning, hmm?”
Jisung feels his ears stain redder and redder as time passes, and he nods at Chenle — discarding all of his dignity.
“Chenle-hyung, touch me, please,”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Chenle winks, removing himself from Jisung’s back to face him.
Jisung feels like he’s dreaming when Chenle latches their lips together — he doesn’t know what to do with himself, hands fumbling in the air until they eventually rest on Chenle’s slim waist.
Chenle rocks his hips forward as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue on the surface of Jisung’s plump lips.
The atmosphere of the room is heavy — filled with the sound of groans, whimpers, and twisting of duvets as they indulge in each other completely.
Chenle slowly pulls away, watching the line of spit fall from their lips as he whispers,
“You know how badly I’ve wanted you, Jisungie?”
Jisung, in a trance, rambles, “Want you too, Chenle, so bad, ‘ve always wanted you,”
Chenle presses a final peck to the corner of his lips before removing both of their undergarments.
Jisung twitches when he realizes that he’s skin to skin with Chenle, and Chenle starts to prep himself on his lap.
Using spit as lube, Chenle slides two fingers in his own hole.
He moans, “Always think of you when I touch myself, Jisung, always.”
Jisung groans, fingertips straining at Chenle’s waist. The thought of Chenle fingering himself at the thought of him is so, so hot — he feels like he’s dreaming. He gets lost in thought — he wonders if they’ve ever fantasized about each other at the same time.
“Yeah, hyung? That’s so hot,”
Chenle whimpers, rutting forwards, “Yeah, Jisung, Yeah, fuck— “
He removes his spit-slick fingers from his hole and places them on Jisung’s rock-hard dick instead.
Jisung whimpers loudly at the pressure, biting his lip so hard he tastes metal.
Once Chenle decides he’s touched him enough, he slowly begins to engulf himself with Jisung’s cock.
“Shit, Jisungie— You’re so big— Too big—“
Jisung groans, the feeling of Chenle tight around his dick is perfectly overwhelming and it sends him to the moon.
“Fuck, Chenle, you’re everything. Fit around my cock so well, Chenle-hyung,”
Chenle murmurs a Chinese curse as he begins to rock his hips, placing his hands around Jisung’s neck.
Chenle becomes exhausted, eventually requesting Jisung to take control.
Jisung tightens his grip on Chenle’s waist, pushing his knees up to thrust into Chenle’s heat.
When he hears Chenle’s sharp moans, he questions, “Am I doing good?”
Chenle kisses him slowly, “Yeah, baby, perfect. Always so good for me,”
Jisung’s hips lag at the praise and he licks his lips.
“Yeah? Always want to be good for you, Chenle-hyung— ‘d do anything for you—“
Chenle throws his head back, “Fuck, Jisung— faster, please, ‘m so close—“
Jisung thrusts at a faster pace, feeling his own orgasm catching up to him as he fucks himself into Chenle.
Chenle’s nails scratch the back of Jisung’s neck, “So good, so good— Close, Jisung, gonna come, baby,”
Chenle comes with a loud moan— sinking his teeth into Jisung’s shoulder with a shake.
Jisung thrusts continuously, looking up at Chenle with heart-eyes as his vision blurs.
“Chenle, ‘m close, can I come, Chenle-hyung? Can I?”
Chenle kisses up Jisung’s shoulder, licking at his neck before he whispers, “Come inside me, Jisungie, please,” into his ear.
Jisung sees white. He rides out his orgasm, thrusting irrationally before Chenle pushes him away from overstimulation, laying flat on his stomach, now.
Heavy breathing fills the air, and Chenle laughs softly.
Jisung turns his head to look at Chenle.
“Was I good?”
“You were perfect.”