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It happens backstage, in the middle of their tour.
They're in some American city Jeno can't remember the name of, and Jaemin is being loud.
Well, it's normal for Jaemin to be loud around their members, and it's nothing Jeno's not used to – but this is too much.
“Jenooo!” Jaemin grins, plopping next to him on the leather couch Jeno's claimed in the corner of the green room.
“Hm?” Jeno hums, watching an F1 interview clip on his phone.
“What are you doing?” Jaemin leans his head on Jeno's shoulder, poking him in the side.
“Watching a video,” Jeno replies dryly, not sparing Jaemin a glance.
Truth be told, he's a little annoyed with his bandmate.
It's just that sometimes Jaemin can be so…over the top.
Like today, Jaemin was throwing himself all over Chenle and speaking to Mark in that exaggerated cute voice he does sometimes just to make everyone cringe and laugh. Not to mention the suggestive winks he was giving Renjun while he took a seat on Haechan's lap earlier.
Maybe it was just the exhaustion of performing so much back to back or just the general tour atmosphere, but Jeno's annoyed by it all.
“Why won't you pay attention to me?” Jaemin pouts, Jeno can see his lips protruding from the corner of his eye.
“Ask one of the others for attention,” Jeno grumbles, eyes still fixed on his phone.
“Please no,” Chenle calls out from one of the makeup chairs across the room. “If he fucks up my hair again, the team might kill me.”
“See?” Jaemin props his chin up on Jeno's shoulder. “They're all sick of me.”
“Damn right,” Renjun mutters, walking past the duo to grab a water bottle from a nearby table. “Wouldn't stop yapping in my ear for almost an hour straight. Some of us are trying to rest our vocals as much as possible here.”
“Whatever,” Jaemin rolls his eyes. Then he asks, in a quiet voice so that only Jeno can hear, “Are you mad at me?”
Mad isn't exactly the right word. Ticked off? Slightly annoyed? Irked? Maybe one of those, yes.
“No,” Jeno mutters, still not meeting Jaemin's gaze.
Jaemin frowns. “I don't believe you. Look at me.”
He keeps looking at the screen, and Jaemin huffs.
“Jeno…Jen,” Jaemin coos. “Are you mad at me? Look at me and tell me you're not. C'mon, just look at me. Please?”
Jeno sighs, then caves and looks down at the person who's made a home on his shoulder. “I'm not mad.”
Jaemin breaks into a grin, and, of course, he's right back to his antics the moment Jeno gives him what he wants.
“Aw, look at you! Such a good boy, listening to my directions. Who's a good samoyed?”
Right. The dog thing.
Jaemin has grown quite fond of comparing him to a dog, and Jeno's been going along with it for years now.
The fans seem to like it as much as Jaemin seems to, and Jeno honestly doesn't care. It's amusing at times to see what Jaemin will say next – like that the dog emoji in his Bubble username is for Jeno or defensively telling fans that he's Jeno's owner so they can't have him.
Normally, it doesn't bother Jeno, and he actually sort of likes it in a probably weird way, but today?
Today is the wrong day for Jaemin to mess with him.
Jaemin reaches up to start ruffling Jeno's hair, as if he's a real dog, and coos as he ‘pets’ him.
Jeno scowls. “Don't do that.”
“But you're such a good boy,” Jaemin continues, giggling. “My little puppy!”
“Do you really have to do this? In front of our staff?” Jeno mutters under his breath, trying actively to avoid eye contact with the stylist who's eyeing them from across the room and the makeup artist at Mark's chair who's laughing at them behind her hand.
“Who cares?” Jaemin shrugs, then pinches at one of Jeno's cheeks. “You're my good boy!”
“Alright,” Renjun stands up from where he's been sitting across from them and brushes off his leather pants. “This is getting weird. I'm gonna go find somewhere to take a nap, later freaks.”
“See?” Jeno says as Renjun walks off. “You're making everyone uncomfortable.”
Jaemin frowns, pulls back. “Am I making you uncomfortable? Is that why you've been avoiding me all day?”
Jeno scoffs. “Me? Avoiding you? You're the one who's been avoiding me!”
“What are you talking about?” Jaemin asks, eyes narrowed. “You literally didn't even look at me in the car this morning! Or answer my texts.”
They're sort of shouting at each other, and Mark and Chenle exchange a look as he and Jaemin begin to bicker.
“You guys can head out, we'll join you in Jisung and Haechan's dressing room,” Mark says quietly to the remaining staff in the room.
Chenle clears his throat. “Hey guys?”
“–but I was asleep when you sent it!”
“So what?”
“So I can't exactly reply in my sleep. And you didn't even talk to me during rehearsal, so how can you–”
“Guys!” Chenle shouts, interrupting their petty argument. “Mark and I are gonna leave so you guys can sort this out.”
“If this doesn't get fixed before showtime, I'm using my leader card to intervene,” Mark tells them in a serious tone. “Work it out.”
Their bandmates leave, and the room falls silent as the door shuts.
It's just them, pressed next to each other on the couch in the empty space.
“I've been staying away from you because I thought you were mad at me,” Jaemin confesses quietly. “And I was right, clearly.”
“I'm not mad at you,” Jeno huffs, running a hand through his hair. “I was just annoyed.”
Jaemin's brow furrows. “Why? What did I do?”
And Jeno knows there's no turning back now. “I was…jealous.”
It's like time freezes for a moment.
“Jealous,” Jaemin repeats. “Of what?”
“You were giving attention to everyone but me,” Jeno mumbles, staring down at his hands. “And I didn't like it.”
And of course, Jaemin's frown turns into that big toothy grin of his.
“Aw, my samoyed just wanted a little attention?” Jaemin drawls out in that overly sweet tone of his. “My poor puppy.”
Jeno rolls his eyes at that. “Alright, you can cut it out now.”
Jaemin ignores him in favor of combing his fingers through Jeno's hair like it's fur. “You know you're my favorite pet. No reason to be jealous.”
“Jaem, enough with the dog crap,” Jeno sighs. “We're supposed to be talking this out, remember?”
“Look at you following Mark's orders,” Jaemin chuckles. “Such a good boy.”
And something inside Jeno just snaps.
He reaches up and grasps Jaemin's wrist to pull it away from his hair. “That's it,” he grits out.
Jaemin lets out a confused yelp as Jeno suddenly pushes him so that his back is pressed to the couch, his wrists pinned above him and Jeno towering over him now.
Jeno smirks down at him. “Not so good now, huh?”
Jaemin's breath hitches as he looks up at Jeno. “Jen, what–”
“Can't mess with me like this, can you?” Jeno teases, squeezing Jaemin’s wrists lightly to emphasize it. “Try petting me now.”
Jaemin looks less scared than Jeno imagined he would be…more flustered. Interesting.
“Okay, uh, I get it,” Jaemin mutters, looking away from Jeno's stare. “Let me go now.”
“So you get to have all the fun teasing me, and now I can't do the same to you?” Jeno asks. “That's not fair.”
Jaemin squirms underneath him. “I'm sorry, okay? I went too far. The dog thing is just funny. I'll do it less if you want, whatever, just let me–”
Jaemin makes a weird strangled sound in the back of his throat suddenly, and Jeno frowns in confusion.
Then, he feels it.
He looks down and sees it where Jeno's thigh is pressed between his legs.
Jaemin is hard.
“I-I'm sorry,” Jaemin has his eyes squeezed shut and his face is bright red. “I didn't mean to!”
Jeno can barely register his apologies. His best friend, his bandmate is hard because of him.
And maybe Jeno is no better than a dog, because instead of saying anything, he reaches down to touch it.
“Ah! What,” Jaemin gasps as Jeno's fingers ghost over the bulge in his pants. “What are you doing?”
Jeno has no idea, but he knows he wants this more than anything. “Helping you out. Like a good boy, right?”
Jaemin lets out a breathy moan as Jeno unzips his pants, cupping him through his underwear. “Y-you don't have to do that.”
Jeno's hand stills, and he stares into Jaemin's eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
Jaemin bites his lip, then shakes his head.
“Okay,” Jeno murmurs, then slips a finger beneath the band of Jaemin's underwear to tug it down slightly. “If you want me to stop, say the word and I will.”
Jaemin's breathing picks up when Jeno finally pulls his briefs down enough to expose his hard cock.
The tip of it is pink, and Jeno can’t help but brush his hand over it, thumbing over the slit.
Jaemin makes a needy noise Jeno's never heard before. “Oh, fuck…”
And then Jeno wraps his whole hand around his cock. It's smaller than his, but it fits nicely in his fist.
He starts jerking Jaemin off the way he does to himself, and Jaemin jolts at the sensation.
“Do you like that?” Jeno asks, trying to maintain a decent pace.
Jaemin looks at him through half-lidded eyes, his long lashes fanning his flushed cheeks. “Y-yes, don't stop…”
Jeno feels himself getting hard as he carefully watches Jaemin’s reactions. Every pretty noise that falls from his lips goes straight to his cock.
The noises grow louder as precum starts blurting from Jaemin's tip. Jeno suddenly wonders what it would taste like – maybe he is starting to go animalistic.
“Shit, I'm close,” Jaemin murmurs, rolling his hips forward into Jeno's touch.
Jeno jerks him off faster, watching as Jaemin tosses his head back in ecstasy and feeling Jaemin's thighs clench against his body.
Right before he knows Jaemin is about to hit his peak, he squeezes at the base of his cock once, then pulls his hand off him entirely.
Jaemin lets out a frustrated grunt. “What? Why'd you stop?”
“Because,” Jeno grinds his hips down onto Jaemin's thigh, so his best friend can feel his cock straining against his pants. “It's my turn to get some attention.”
Jaemin gasps when Jeno slips his hands under the small of his back and pulls him forward until their chests meet.
“I want you to take off all your clothes for me,” Jeno murmurs into Jaemin's ear. “Then sit on my lap. Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yeah, yes,” Jaemin stutters out.
Jeno smirks. “Good boy.”
On wobbly legs, Jaemin gets off the couch and stands in front of Jeno, looking away bashfully as he tugs off his tank top.
Jeno sits with his legs spread, arms perched on the back of the couch, watching Jaemin’s every move with dark eyes.
“Aren't you going to undress too?” Jaemin asks.
Jeno leans forward a bit and tugs off the black shirt he'd been wearing. He makes sure to flex a little bit more as he does it, and it definitely captures Jaemin's attention.
He settles back against the couch, shirtless, and gives Jaemin a nod. “Keep going.”
Jaemin toes off the shoes and socks he's been wearing, and Jeno follows suit.
He locks eyes with Jeno as he slowly slides his pants off, then his underwear, tossing both across the room.
This time, Jeno doesn't copy Jaemin, he simply pats his lap.
“Come here.”
Jaemin does as he's told, but pouts as he straddles Jeno's lap. “That's not fair.”
“I'll take it all off soon,” Jeno reassures him, wrapping his arms around Jaemin’s little waist. “Your puppy wants a treat first.”
Jeno drags his big hands up Jaemin’s body, then slides them to his back. Palms pressed against Jaemin's shoulder blades, he gently pushes Jaemin forward until Jeno is face to face with his chest.
All the times they've spent in the gym together, Jeno's been staring at this fucking chest.
He's determined to get a taste of it now.
Jeno slowly licks over one of Jaemin's hard nipples, reveling in the moan Jaemin releases.
“Mm,” Jeno hums as he releases his nipple momentarily with a loud ‘pop' of his lips. “Tastes good.”
Jaemin grips at Jeno's hair with one hand as Jeno starts sucking at his chest, looking up at Jaemin to watch his face contort with pleasure.
He drags his tongue across Jaemin's chest as he switches to the other nipple, staring at Jaemin with his blown out pupils.
Jaemin tugs at the ends of Jeno's hair as he teases it between his teeth. “Ah, fuck…”
Jeno can feel Jaemin's cock pressed against him, twitching helplessly as he sucks and fondles his chest. It makes him smirk against his soft skin.
“Have you ever touched yourself…” Jeno lets his hands travel down to Jaemin's ass, giving it a squeeze, “here?”
Jaemin looks away and lets out an awkward cough. “Yeah. Many times.”
Jeno's eyes widen. “Many?”
“Yes,” Jaemin says breathily, taking one of Jeno's hands and moving it lower, until his fingers catch on his rim. “Feels good.”
“Show me,” Jeno says, already feeling his cock twitch in excitement at the thought of seeing Jaemin fuck himself open.
Jaemin nods, then gets up and walks over to where he stashed his personal bag earlier. He unzips one of the pockets and pulls out a bottle of lube.
“You just keep that on you?” Jeno asks, amused.
“Hotels get boring,” Jaemin shrugs, and Jeno barely has time to process the mental image of that before Jaemin's back in his lap.
He takes the bottle from Jaemin and uncaps it for him, then grasps Jaemin's right wrist.
“I want you to put in these for me,” Jeno says as he covers Jaemin's pointer, middle and ring finger with lube. “Can you do that for me?”
Jaemin's lips part as he nods, and his hand disappears behind him as he carefully puts the first finger inside.
Jeno watches Jaemin's eyes flutter shut, eyebrows gathered together as he concentrates on fucking himself on his own hand.
“Fuck,” Jeno murmurs, sliding his hand along Jaemin’s thigh as he watches him. “You look so hot like this, Jaem.”
Jaemin whines, throwing his head back so that his throat is exposed. Jeno takes the opportunity to press his mouth to it, dragging his tongue along the places he so desperately wishes he could mark up.
Jeno glances over Jaemin's shoulder to see his hand buried between his ass. “That's it,” he encourages. “Fuck yourself just like that for me.”
“Ah, J-Jeno,” Jaemin moans. “I can't, fuck, I need you to–”
“Put another one in for me.”
Jaemin whines again, but does as he's told, slipping another finger inside himself for Jeno.
“How does that feel?” Jeno asks, mouthing along the side of Jaemin's neck.
“Feels good,” Jaemin says breathily. “But I need more…”
Jeno chuckles. “You've barely stretched yourself, Jaem. Keep going.”
Jaemin lets out a bratty little huff in response, but Jeno just finds it cute. He watches Jaemin fuck himself knuckle deep for a few minutes, before he reaches down and takes Jaemin's wrist in his own hand.
“You gotta go deeper than that, baby,” Jeno murmurs, pushing Jaemin's hand forward until his fingers are buried all the way inside.
“Oh, fuck!” Jaemin cries out, his free hand gripping at Jeno's bicep tightly.
“That's it,” Jeno encourages. “Just like that…can you take the third one now?”
Jaemin whimpers, but he nods. Jeno feels his hand flex as Jaemin slips the third finger past his rim, then pushes all three inside his hole.
“Good job,” Jeno praises. “So fucking good for me, Jaem.”
Jaemin adjusts to the stretch for a minute, panting with his forehead pressed against Jeno's. Then he starts to move his hand again, groaning as he drags the digits out, then shoves them back in.
“Wanna see you bounce in my lap,” Jeno says into Jaemin's ear. “Can you do that for me, hm? Show me how good you would ride me?”
Jaemin looks at him through his half-lidded eyes. “What will I get if I do?”
“Anything you want.”
Jaemin bites at his lip as he thinks for a long moment. “You have to ask me for permission before you cum.”
Jeno considers it. “Only if you cum when I tell you to.”
“...Fine,” Jaemin concedes. “Deal.”
Jaemin then lifts his hips and slides all the way down onto his hand, fucking himself in Jeno's lap.
Jeno rests his hands on Jaemin’s hips as he watches him bounce up and down, admiring the way his thighs clench and his face flushes with each move he makes.
It's hot, especially when Jaemin starts getting really into it and rolling his hips as he fucks himself, placing a hand on Jeno's chest for balance.
Jeno's dick strains against his tight performance pants.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he reaches down to unzip them, just to give his aching cock some relief.
Jaemin lets out a soft moan when he eyes the outline of Jeno's length through his briefs. “Holy shit…”
“Like what you see?” Jeno laughs.
“Yeah,” Jaemin murmurs. “Want you inside me, Jen.”
Jeno has to bite back a moan. “Take your fingers out, then.”
Jaemin obeys, then yelps when Jeno picks him up and carries him across the room.
“Jeno, what–?”
“Just a second,” he grunts, setting Jaemin down so that he's standing in front of one of the makeup vanities.
Jeno hurriedly takes off his underwear and pants and throws them to the side, then grips Jaemin by the hips and turns him around so that he's facing the makeup mirror.
Jaemin gasps when Jeno pushes him forward so that he's bent over the edge of the vanity.
“I want you to watch,” Jeno says, “while I put it in.”
Jeno squeezes out some more lube onto his cock, then presses the tip to Jaemin’s rim.
He watches Jaemin through the mirror as he carefully begins pushing his length inside his tight hole, loving the way Jaemin's eyes roll back into his head and he can't help but let his mouth fall open.
“Mm, fuck,” Jaemin moans. “You feel so fucking big…”
“That's just half,” Jeno smirks. “Sure you can take the rest?”
Jaemin nods, expression dazed in the mirror. “Yes. Please, more.”
Jeno grips at Jaemin’s hips as he slowly presses himself forward, until he has Jaemin stuffed entirely with his cock.
“Fuck,” Jeno curses when he's all the way inside. “So tight around my cock.”
Jaemin lets out a whine, breath fogging up the glass of the mirror as he pants softly. “I feel so full, Jen.”
“Yeah, baby?” Jeno asks, running a hand down the curve of Jaemin's spine. “God, you look perfect. Look at this fucking ass of yours.”
Jaemin cries out when Jeno smacks at his ass, then squeezes at the flesh with one hand.
“Please,” Jaemin begs. “Please move. Fuck me, Jeno, please–ah!”
Jaemin barely has to ask twice before Jeno's thrusting into him.
Jeno groans when Jaemin gets somehow tighter around his cock. “Shit, Jaem. You feel fucking incredible.”
As Jeno starts setting a pace with his hips and fucking Jaemin with earnest, Jaemin reaches out and grips at the sides of the variety, face pressed into it as he moans.
He looks like a blissed out mess, and Jeno can’t get enough of it.
Jeno pounds into Jaemin faster, the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin and their moans filling the room.
“You're, ah, going so deep,” Jaemin huffs. “I feel like you're gonna rip me in half.”
“Aw, poor Jaeminnie can't take it?” Jeno asks.
“No, I just–” Jaemin cuts himself off with a silent cry, “I'm not used to having s-something so deep inside me.”
“Do you not like it?” Jeno drags his cock out slowly this time. “Does it not feel good?”
“N-no, it feels really–fuck–really good,” Jaemin moans when Jeno shoves his cock back in. “I just…ah!”
“What's wrong, baby?” Jeno murmurs, pressing forward so his chest is against Jaemin's back and his lips brush against his ear. “Isn't this what you wanted?”
The feeling of Jeno's body pressing into his is suddenly too much for Jaemin. “Y-yes, but…oh my god, Jeno! Y-you have to slow down.”
“Slow down? Why?” Jeno asks with a smirk, speeding up his thrusts. “You just said it felt good.”
“Because,” Jaemin whines, “I can't…you're gonna make me fucking cum.”
Through the mirror, Jeno glances down to where Jaemin’s cock is leaking against his stomach.
“Ah, I see,” Jeno reaches down and grasps Jaemin's cock with one hand. “You are really wet right now.”
Jaemin whimpers, gripping at the vanity so tightly his knuckles turn white. “Jeno! Please, I-I wanna cum, I need it!”
“You wanna cum? You're not gonna cum until I fucking say so,” Jeno practically growls into Jaemin's ear.
Jaemin lets out a pathetic mewl. “Fuck!”
“It's your fault for starting this,” Jeno continues, looking at Jaemin's fucked out expression in the mirror. “Look at you, bending over and taking it so well for me. All that dog talk was just you trying to get me to fuck you doggy style, huh?”
“I t-take it back,” Jaemin cries out. “You're not a good boy…!”
Jeno chuckles, then just pounds into Jaemin harder. “I'm afraid, hah, it's too late to take that back.”
Jaemin's cock twitches in Jeno's hand, so Jeno wraps his fist tightly around the base to keep him from cumming.
“Just hold on a little more for me, hm?” Jeno murmurs, pressing a kiss below Jaemin’s ear. “Admire yourself in the mirror first.”
Jeno takes Jaemin by the chin to lift his head so he can look at himself. Jaemin stares at his own dazed expression.
“Such a fucking pretty boy,” Jeno says, admiring Jaemin through the mirror. He's all pink cheeks and long, wet eyelashes at this point, pupils blown.
Jeno rests his hand across Jaemin's throat, feeling his Adam's apple bob underneath his hand as he says, “My pretty owner.”
Jaemin lets out a loud gasp at the word. “J-Jeno, I can't, I need you to let me cum. Please let me cum! Tell me I can, please.”
Jeno starts jerking Jaemin off to match his pace as he thrusts into him. “Cum for me, Jaem. Watch yourself fall apart on my cock.”
Jaemin stares at his reflection as he cums into Jeno's hand, jaw going slack as he lets out a silent moan.
He goes so tight around Jeno's cock that he can hardly move, and Jeno furrows his brow to concentrate on not cumming without permission from Jaemin.
The moment Jaemin relaxes again, Jeno starts fucking into him again, hips meeting his ass on every thrust.
“Oh fuck,” Jeno mutters as he feels himself getting closer. “I'm close, Jaem.”
Jaemin squirms against him, overstimulation making his body heat up like a wildfire. “Ah, Jen! It's t-too much.”
“Just a–ah,” Jeno grunts, “a little more…”
“You need to pull out, it's too much,” Jaemin cries again. “I'm s-so sensitive, oh–!
Jeno lets out a whine at the back of his throat, practically humping his hard cock into Jaemin's tight heat. “No, please…let me cum inside you. I wanna cum inside.”
“Fuck, Jen,” Jaemin grunts. “I can't–”
“Please,” Jeno begs into Jaemin's ear, fucking him faster. “I've been such a good dog for you, can I cum inside?”
Jaemin whimpers loudly. “F-fine, yes. You can cum inside me.”
“Thank you,” Jeno licks at the edge of his ear, “owner.”
Jeno thrusts his hips a few more times until he finally cums inside of Jaemin with a soft grunt, body stilling completely as he buries his cock inside him.
“Holy shit,” Jeno mutters when he finally blinks back to reality. “That was…incredible.”
Jaemin looks back at him through the mirror. “I can't believe I let you do that. How am I supposed to get through our performance with your cum inside me?”
“Don't worry. Your puppy will gladly have another treat,” Jeno winks at him through the glass before he pulls out carefully.
“You're a fucking dumbass,” Jaemin rolls his eyes, plucking a makeup wipe off the other nearby vanity and cleaning himself quickly with it. “Never thought the dog thing would be the reason you finally fucked me.”
Jeno's eyes widen. “You've been wanting me to fuck you?”
Jaemin scoffs, going over to toss the wipe away. “Obviously. Why do you think I used to wear barely anything around you when we were roommates?”
“Oh my god,” Jeno murmurs, rubbing a hand over his face as he thinks of all the times he ended up desperately humping against a pillow because Jaemin got him all riled up.
“You really are a dumb puppy, aren't you?” Jaemin chuckles. He walks back towards Jeno and drapes his arms around his shoulders. “I've always wanted you, Jen.”
Jeno rests his hands on Jaemin's hips as Jaemin leans in to kiss him, his lips softer than Jeno ever imagined.
“Guess I really am your dog now,” Jeno jokes when they part for air.
“My samoyed,” Jaemin grins, then lets Jeno pull him in for another kiss.
—
(“Well…looks like they finally figured it out,” Mark grumbles as they hear a moan come through the dressing room wall.
“I thought I would be glad when this day came, but this is worse than all the yearning,” Chenle rolls his eyes.
“Where are my fucking headphones?” Haechan mutters to himself as he digs through his bag.
Renjun groans as he sinks into the couch. “I have to share a van with them later.”
“Dude, I have to share a wall with Jeno later,” Jisung huffs. “Does anyone want to trade ro–”
“No,” all the other members say instantly.)