Work Text:
“I’m ready to declare my New Year’s resolution!” Soonyoung announces, banging his fist on the sticky surface of the high top table his friends are gathered around.
Seungkwan scoffs, making a sour face as he sucks on his cosmo through a tiny straw. “Don’t, Soonyoung. You’ll just embarrass yourself.”
“What’s so embarrassing about taking a vow of oral celibacy?” Soonyoung recoils, affronted.
“Oof,” Jeonghan hisses, face scrunching up as he takes a long swig of his beer, avoiding eye contact.
“Oh, Soonyoung,” Minghao clucks his tongue. He looks genuinely sympathetic. Like Soonyoung just announced that he’s got a month to live.
“What? It’s a perfectly fine resolution,” Soonyoung defends. “Much more realistic than Mingyu learning how to ride a bike.”
“Hey,” Mingyu whines, shrinking into Jihoon like he’ll be able to hide behind him.
Seokmin puts a gentle hand between Soonyoung’s shoulder blades, rubbing up and down. He speaks quietly, placating, “As unrealistic as Mingyu’s resolution is… yours is even less realistic.”
Soonyoung shrugs him off. “Why don’t you believe in me?”
“I believe in you, Youngie, I just don’t believe in your mouth,” Seokmin frowns, poking his bottom lip out.
“You love giving head way too much. It’s called an oral fixation,” Junhui says. “I know that because I took a psychology class in college.”
“My mouth is literally so semen free you wouldn’t believe it. I haven’t had a dick in here in ages.” Soonyoung unhinges his jaw and sticks out his tongue, making sure his friends can see to his molars. He points to the back of his throat (no gag-reflex, by the way)(that’s why he’s so good at sucking cock).
Jisoo grimaces. “It’s been a month, and that’s only because you finally admitted you have a crush on Chan a month ago.”
“A month!” Soonyoung shouts, letting out a hysterical little laugh. “That’s practically a lifetime!”
“Okay, well, there’s no way you don’t break and hook up with Chan, or get over it and suck someone else’s dick before, like, February first,” Jeonghan says.
“You think Chan would hook up with me?”
“Oh my god, this is what I’m talking about,” Seungkwan says to the table at large. “He’s out of touch with reality.”
“Kwannie,” Seungcheol scolds. He turns on his softness when he turns to Soonyoung. “Anyone would sleep with you, Soonyoung, you’re great.”
“But— I want to sleep with Chan specifically. And, like, hold his hand or whatever—”
“And suck his dick,” Hansol adds.
“Yes!” Soonyoung says. “I mean, no! I can totally have sex without sucking dick.”
“Oh, Soonyoung,” Minghao says again, even more pitifully than before, accompanied with a head shake this time.
“Well, Chan isn’t even here, so he’ll at least make it past tonight,” Wonwoo sighs. “I’ll put money on by the end of the month if anyone is gambling.”
“Here,” Jihoon raises two fingers.
“I’ll go in on the end of the week to keep things interesting,” Mingyu chimes in.
“Fuck you guys.” Soonyoung puts up his middle fingers, making a slow circle around the table so everyone gets their turn.
“Don’t be like that, Soon,” Seungcheol pleads.
But it’s too late. Everyone should know. “It’s too late!” He needs to dance. There’s only half an hour until midnight and he’s barely even danced yet. He’s been too busy moping around about Chan having to work tonight. “I’m going to dance!”
“Soonyoung—” Seokmin tries, but Jisoo cuts him off, shaking his head.
“Let him go, Seokmin,” he says. “It’s better this way.”
Whatever. Soonyoung doesn’t care what his friends think. He doesn’t care that this is the longest he’s gone without a dick in his mouth for years, and he doesn’t even care that it’s technically Chan’s fault. He doesn’t!
Really, it’s Chan that makes Soonyoung think that he could go a full year. A month used to feel like an impossibility, but now that he’s been spending most of his free time pining over his best friend, it’s, like, not even that big of a deal to not be hooking up with someone every week.
It’s just that Chan is Chan. Soonyoung likes him a lot. A lot. And he doesn’t want to fuck anything up with Chan, because Chan deserves his best.
Like, for example, if Soonyoung is going to confess, he thinks it should be something meaningful. Memorable. He wants Chan to be like, woah, that was memorable. So he never forgets about it, and his mind is blown, and he has no other choice but to stay with Soonyoung forever and ever and have lots of sex and babies with him— or something like that.
The point is, this crush is serious, and it’s not going away anytime soon, so he doesn’t feel like he’s really in danger of sucking someone else’s cock within the next year.
It is too bad that Chan had to work tonight, though. This would have been the perfect memorable moment. A New Year's kiss. Their anniversary could be on the first of the year— they’d literally never forget it. It would be romantic. God, now Soonyoung is just getting into his emotions again.
He hasn’t allowed himself to drink anything tonight, because he knew he’d cry if he did. He’s down that badly for Chan. It would be embarrassing if he didn’t completely and passionately believe in the inherent beauty of love.
Even without alcohol, he dances his heart out. Arms above his head, swinging his body back and forth until he’s sweating, and loose, and a little bit dizzy.
Five minutes until midnight, and Soonyoung is wondering if dying is worth it for the chance to piss Seungkwan off. The optics of grabbing Hansol at midnight and kissing him before Seungkwan can stop him aren’t great— and Soonyoung would end up gutted— but it would be pretty funny.
He’s just about to commit to the bit when a pair of hands close around his waist (for the third time since he’s started dancing). Soonyoung rolls his eyes, getting ready to tell this guy off, just like he did to the last two— but the words don’t even make to his tongue before they’re meaningless.
“Channie—” he says, arms automatically coming to link around Chan’s neck. “You made it.”
Chan looks pretty, even though his hair is a mess, and he’s a little breathless like he’s been running, and even in the stupid, red and black bowling shirt he has to wear to work.
(He was wearing this shirt when Soonyoung realized he was in love with him, actually. Soonyoung came to visit him on his shift at the diner— one of those fifties themed ones where the waiters sing and dance— and Chan sang All Shook Up by Elvis fucking Presley directly to Soonyoung— and that was it. Soonyoung realized that he’s wanted Chan for, like, ever.)
“Yeah,” Chan grins, and Soonyoung’s heart nearly stops. “I begged Yeonjun to take my last table so I could run over by midnight. I felt like I couldn’t miss the chance.”
“The chance,” Soonyoung repeats quietly. His fingers are teasing the hair at the base of Chan’s neck, Chan’s arms winding around his waist. He bites at his bottom lip, and Soonyoung’s eyes follow the movement. When he looks up, Chan is looking down at his lips, too.
Oh. Oh, fuck. They’re doing this, then.
Soonyoung has no qualms about pushing himself forward, so his body presses against Chan’s a little more. Letting his nails drag along Chan’s scalp.
“One minute until midnight!” the DJ howls over the mic.
“Are you drunk?” Chan asks.
“No, I haven’t had anything. I was moping around because you weren’t here.”
Chan beams. “Good.”
“Good,” Soonyoung repeats, because he’s a little dumb when it comes to boys he likes.
Ten.
Chan’s hands slide into Soonyoung’s back pockets, yanking him even closer.
Nine.
Soonyoung laughs.
Eight.
Chan looks at him with dark, purposeful eyes.
Seven.
“I’m, like—”
Six.
“Kind of—”
Five.
“Crazy about you,” Chan says.
Four.
“Oh,” Soonyoung exhales.
Three.
“Thank god,” he finishes.
Two.
Fuck it. Soonyoung kisses him.
One.
There’s confetti, and screaming, and Soonyoung is burning up. Tilting his head to try to get Chan closer, one of his hands framing Chan’s jaw, lips parting, tongues meeting in the middle.
It’s messy and hot (just like them), and they’re both too impatient to slow the fuck down. Chan moans onto Soonyoung’s tongue, and Soonyoung bites Chan’s lip a little too hard, but it only makes Chan moan again. And oh, fuck, this is happening. Soonyoung’s heart cracks against his ribs, and Chan is pawing at his ass, sucking on his tongue like he’s trying to swallow him— and oh, fuck. Soonyoung needs to have Chan somewhere private, like, now.
He gasps when they pull apart, grins half-maniacally as he curls his fingers around Chan’s wrist, dragging him towards the bathrooms.
Soonyoung made himself well acquainted earlier in the evening after Mingyu spilled his drink on Hansol’s bright white shirt and Seungkwan wanted to use it as an excuse to feel him up in the bathroom for the better part of an hour. Soonyoung came with them, because Mingyu was bumbling and neurotic, and then he ended up trying out every stall to check which toilet had the best flushing power when he got bored.
Anyway. That doesn’t matter now.
What matters is that the stalls have floor to ceiling walls, and the one at the very end of the row is tucked into the corner, and the speaker is right above the toilet, blasting the same music playing inside the club— perfect for muffling any particularly inappropriate noises.
Soonyoung shoves Chan in first, and locks the door behind them. He presses Chan up against the graffitied wall, and gets close enough that they’re sharing breath when he says, “Please let me suck you off.”
“Christ, Soonyoung,” Chan groans. His head hits the wall, exposing his throat. Soonyoung takes the opportunity to kiss a sloppy line down the side of it, one of his hands sneaking under the hem of Chan’s shirt. “I don’t want this to just be a hookup,” Chan says breathlessly.
“It’s not,” Soonyoung frowns. He pulls away, making sure Chan can see the raw sincerity in his eyes. “I’m in love with you.”
“Oh,” Chan blinks. He splits into a giant, dorky grin. “You are?”
“Yeah, like— god. Yes. I love you,” Soonyoung nods. He’s smiling too.
“Awesome, I love you too.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, so— blowjob to celebrate?” Soonyoung wiggles his eyebrows, fiddling with Chan’s waistband.
Chan laughs, a little choked up. “You really like it that much?”
“I really, really do,” Soonyoung breathes, already dropping to his knees. Thank god he wore jeans. Not because he’s worried about how dirty the floor is, but because the floor is so dirty it’s probably going to stain, and then he’ll have a memento of the first time he sucked Chan’s dick in his closet forever.
He makes quick work of Chan’s pants— those slacks he wears to work that make his ass look incredible— and his mouth starts watering as soon as he’s got his hand on Chan’s dick through his briefs. Half-hard and sensitive. Chan jerks when Soonyoung palms him. Soonyoung coos.
“Oh, god, look at you,” Chan says, looking down his chest, his hand grazing Soonyoung’s chin. “I’ve dreamed of this, Soonyoung.”
“I am going to ruin your life,” Soonyoung promises, finally shoving Chan’s underwear out of the way and wrapping his fingers around him. He smiles when Chan whines— smiles wider when Chan’s throat bobs as he swallows.
Soonyoung never goes into a blowjob expecting anything particular out of any certain cock. He’s just a fan of dick in general— he’s not a size queen like Jisoo, or a freak about shape like Jeonghan.
That being said— Chan’s cock is perfect. Cut, just the slightest curve to it (Soonyoung will be testing that out later), velvety soft, the perfect size to take multiple times in one day. He leaks over as Soonyoung strokes him, precum beading at the head.
“I don’t have a gag reflex, so don’t worry about it, alright?” Soonyoung flutters his eyelashes in a way he knows will make Chan go crazy. “Just let me do the work, Channie. You just focus on feeling good.”
Chan nods, eyelids heavy before Soonyoung has really even begun.
Half past midnight, Soonyoung has a cock in his mouth.
He presses the head past his lips, tongue swirling around it, hand seated firmly at the base. Works Chan through the initial sensitivity before slowly taking him deeper.
A borderline pornographic moan rips out of Chan’s throat when he hits the back of Soonyoung’s tongue. The wailing of the speakers drowns him out perfectly. Only Soonyoung gets to have this.
Soonyoung hums around him, bobbing his head, letting his jaw fall slack as he gets into the perfect rhythm, tears building in the corners of his eyes. He knows what it probably feels like for Chan. Hot and wet, the gentlest pressure. He knows it feels good from the way Chan is gripping his hair and the sounds he’s letting out.
Honestly, fuck a resolution. It’s all bullshit anyway. This is so much better. He hereby resolves to love Lee Chan forever— and suck his dick whenever he wants. It’s his destiny.
Chan tastes good. Like, not even from a biased perspective— he just tastes a lot better than most men do. Soonyoung breathes in and pushes himself deeper, until his nose is brushing dark hair. Soonyoung is obsessed. He’s uncomfortably hard in his jeans, because he loves the weight of Chan on his tongue, and he’s drooling a little bit— but Chan seems to like it.
“Soonyoung— oh my god, Soonyoung—”
Soonyoung pulls off of him, a string of spit coming away with his bottom lip. He blinks up at Chan, hoping he looks sexy. (He must, because Chan’s dick twitches in his hand.) Slow strokes to take the place of his mouth as he stares, letting his tongue poke at the corner of his lips. “Am I doing well, Channie?” he asks, almost teasing. His voice is rubbed a little raw.
“Fuck, baby—” Chan stutters, his hips jerk forward, chasing the circle of Soonyoung’s hand. “Yes. You’re incredible. I’m so close— oh— god, Soonyoung, if you don’t stop touching me I’m gonna—”
It’s enough to get Soonyoung to spring into action. He adjusts his hold on the base of Chan’s cock, taking the rest into this mouth, looking up through his lashes so he can watch Chan fall apart.
Chan is sweet, really. He’s trying so hard to hold back. Soonyoung will let him fuck his face when they’re not in a public restroom. For now, Soonyoung presses his hip into the wall with one hand, tightens his grip with the other. Chan rushes out a warning just before he finishes down Soonyoung’s throat— Soonyoung slowly working him through it, wringing him dry.
Soonyoung is half drunk on the feeling of it. How did he go a full month without this? He laughs giddily when Chan tucks his dick back into his pants. Drags Soonyoung up by his arms.
“You have a little bit—” Chan’s eyes stick to the corner of Soonyoung’s mouth.
“Get it for me,” Soonyoung hums.
Chan smirks, he twists his fingers into the hair at the back of Soonyoung’s head and tugs just enough to make Soonyoung follow. Head tipping back, chin just at the right angle. Chan leans forward, tongue meeting skin, cleaning up his own mess.
Soonyoung’s breath catches. He turns at just the right moment to meet Chan in the middle, mouths slotting together.
They trade the taste of Chan between them. Soonyoung goes a little boneless, his cock aching in his jeans. He ruts up against Chan’s hip needily— not even thinking straight.
“Your turn,” Chan murmurs onto his tongue, fumbling with Soonyoung’s button and zipper until he makes enough room to get his hand down the front of his underwear. He hums when he finds Soonyoung already hard and wet. Smiles into Soonyoung’s mouth about it. Cocky.
“Channie,” Soonyoung falls forward, head meeting the crook of Chan’s neck. It’s a little uncomfortable, a little too tight— but he’s so worked up that he doesn’t care. He finishes with a particularly wanton sigh of, “Oh— Chan— Ah—”
Chan kisses Soonyoung’s ear, because it’s all he can reach from the angle they’re at. Chuckles a little bit. He cleans his hand with toilet paper, and then Soonyoung’s. So polite. He even zips Soonyoung’s pants back up for him.
The knees of Soonyoung’s jeans are definitely fucked. Stained, for sure. It’s really gross, but in a horribly sexy way. Once he washes them it’ll be more sexy.
“Happy New Year,” Chan says, straightening out Soonyoung’s shirt.
Soonyoung launches himself forward for a kiss— he can’t help himself. He’s never going to get tired of that. He won’t get tired of the taste of Chan’s laughter on his tongue, either.
Chan’s hands squeeze his hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the bones. “My New Year’s resolution was to finally do something about being in love with you,” he says.
“That's sweet,” Soonyoung swoons a little bit, leaning into Chan’s chest. “Mine was to abstain from sucking dick, so our combined effort amounts to a net zero.”
“Better than we did last year.”
(Last year Chan and Soonyoung’s joint resolution was to read the bible (because their friends told them they’d never be able to do it). They tried once, and got so bored after the heavens and the earth were created that they fell asleep.)
“That’s true,” Soonyoung says. “You’re so smart, baby.”
“I know,” Chan beams.
“Our friends can never know about this.”
“God. Never.”
🍾
So, they’re lying to their friends. Have been for three hundred and sixty five days. It’s not a big deal. Soonyoung hates being wrong a lot more than he hates lying.
“No, really. Channie doesn’t like getting his dick sucked, and we’ve been in a committed relationship for a whole year, now. It’s just not an option,” he explains, dropping his head onto Chan’s shoulder with a pout.
“What man doesn’t like his dick sucked?” Seungcheol snorts.
“Yeah,” Wonwoo agrees. “And, Soonyoung is good at it, too. I would know.”
“I’m the man that hates getting his cock sucked!” Chan says. Lies. He presses his lips together and makes a show of shaking his head, defeated, hand over his heart. “It’s just not for me. Though, I do not doubt that Soonyoung is the best at it. He’s the best at everything.”
Soonyoung hums, lifting his head up to receive a little peck from Chan. Seungkwan pretends to gag.
“We find other ways to deal with the oral fixation,” Soonyoung piles on. “Like fingers.”
“And toes,” Chan adds.
“That was only once. I didn’t like the feet thing.”
Chan nods in agreement.
“I’m being so, deadly serious when I say we know too much about each other,” Hansol deadpans.
“Yeah, let’s change the topic!” Seokmin claps. “Soonyoung, did you buy those jeans distressed at the knees like that? Or did you do it yourself? It looks cool!”
Soonyoung grins. “Channie helped me do it.”