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Streetlights drip into the car, sliding over their features in steady regular rhythm. The night is wet and black, and the city lights seem to shimmer in the rainy haze. It’s a lovely sight, and Hyunjin silently watches around. He’s tired. But that’s not why he’s quiet. Though if Chan or anyone else asks, that’s exactly what he’s gonna say.
Next to him in the back seat, Felix is also silent. He looks out the window for real. Not like Hyunjin. Because, as lovely as the rainy night is on their way home from the practice studio, and as much as he takes in the city slipping swiftly past the car, he steals a glance at Felix every time the light falls to illuminate his face. It moves across Felix, bathing him in warm yellow and sometimes colourful neons. Each time, Hyunjin watches, transfixed, the way this night ride home reveals Felix’s perfect beauty, bit by bit, over and over again.
After a while, Felix turns towards him, catching his gaze. Hyunjin instinctively smiles, wide and warm. He can’t help it really. But then he quickly remembers the weird thing that happened, the weird thing they’re both being quiet now because of, and the smile freezes on his face, turning into a grimace, an uncomfortable scowl. He drops his eyes, giving a half-shrug, then turns his head away to pretend to look out his own window instead.
If Chan notices anything is off, he doesn’t say it. Always so polite and respectful, he talks to the taxi driver who fiddles with the radio. Chan probably attributes to tiredness the fact that usually chatty Felix and Hyunjin—always teasing, always laughing, always touching—are now sitting in dead silence, Felix’s duffle bag between them like some barrier, staring out the window and away from each other like a sulking couple after an argument. Because. Well…
Nobody else noticed what happened during practice. Everything seemed fine, their interactions just as they always are. And sure, Hyunjin behaved as he always does—a lot of hard, dedicated work sprinkled with moments of joking and goofing around with his bandmates. It is not at all unusual to get physical, to tease each other, drop lewd hints and innuendos and engage in some shamelessly bold banter. They all do that. They’re all used to that. And while everyone dicks around with everyone, they also each have their favourite target, and yes, Felix is Hyunjin’s. They just work well together? Felix is always game, always happy to joke, and his subsequent shocked laughter and embarrassed blushing when Hyunjin makes the joke a little too sexual, it’s just so endearing. Hyunjin can’t resist him.
It’s not just that the banter between them flows so smoothly, but Felix is the most beautiful person Hyunjin has ever seen and, being in the industry, he has seen a lot of truly stunning people. None come even close to Felix though, and Hyunjin can’t help himself. So the teasing and the touches they share as a joke are always laden with tenderness, and while Hyunjin will, for example, smack everyone as hard as he can, whenever he slaps Felix’s butt, it’s always somehow careful, soft, the exhilaration of the proximity mixed with concern. Not only because he doesn’t want to hurt Felix, which of course he doesn’t, but it is more of what if Felix doesn’t like it. Because Hyunjin would really like Felix to like it. He’d love Felix to like it.
So each touch is him testing waters, how far he can go. Because Hyunjin would really like to go very far with Felix. Which is exactly why, no matter how flirty he acts, it’s always somehow reluctant. Because each interaction, each look, each touch is charged with genuine real intention, and it would surely be super fucked up if Hyunjin took things a bit too far, a bit too serious, and Felix failed to reciprocate.
Today was the same. Except that the new choreography they’ve been working on was a bit…Well. Felix moved with grace, eager to learn the steps, his face red with the effort, his hair damp with sweat, mouth slightly open, panting. The way he looked and the way he moved made him absolutely irresistible. Of course Hyunjin had to touch him, and it would have been fine. It would also have been fine to embrace him from the back guiding Felix’s bottom to meet Hyunjin’s thrusting pelvis, it’s not like they haven’t joked like that already. But what was different today was that when Hyunjin grabbed Felix from behind, pulling him right onto his crotch, then rolled his hips into that pert little butt, Hyunjin was as hard as a rock. Which hasn’t really happened before. And he, like the idiot that he is, only realised when it was already too late, his hard cock poking Felix, rubbing at his asscheeks.
It was only for a moment, really. But both of them froze, then quickly parted, Felix looking even redder than before, and Hyunjin masking his discomfort with laughter and some dumb joke. They all laughed and continued their practice, but Felix was avoiding him. It was subtle enough for nobody to even register, but Hyunjin, who is always devouring, like starved, every touch and look that Felix gives him, couldn’t fail to notice.
So that was perhaps the too far he’s been worrying about ever since he met Felix, and while goofing around with everyone else, no matter how lewd, really was just joking, with Felix it was different. Because with Felix, Hyunjin wanted to do every single thing two bodies could possibly do with one another, and now his body betrayed him, made that intention clear. And it’s super fucking weird. Felix is his friend. And a colleague too.
Involuntarily, Hyunjin frowns, then covers his face with his palm and rubs his eyes.
The sudden movement draws Felix’s attention, and Hyunjin feels him shift in his seat a little. From the corner of his eye, he sees Felix reach for the duffle bag between them. His lips are pursed in a determined little pout—or perhaps offended, Hyunjin’s not sure—and he doesn’t even look at Hyunjin.
For some reason, Hyunjin’s discomfort over the incident turns to annoyance. So what if he was hard? Big fucking deal. They’re all young and healthy and it’s only normal their bodies react. It’s not like he can control it. It doesn’t mean anything. Except that, in this case, it does. But Felix doesn’t have to know that. If they ever address this possibility, Hyunjin will deny it. If Felix himself never got hard against Hyunjin’s ass, that’s probably just his dick not working right. It’s not Hyunjin’s fault that he himself is virile and potent and has a functioning dick.
Imagining all the points he’d make in this incredulous argument, Hyunjin scoffs loudly. The taxi driver throws him a look over his shoulder, making sure all is fine with his passengers, and Chan looks at him in the rearview mirror.
Hyunjin clicks his tongue, then sighs and turns his head away to look through the window more intensely. He sinks lower in his seat and starts tapping his fingers along the door.
Now everyone looks at him, but he doesn’t care and taps harder and louder, picking up rhythm.
The driver shrugs and continues focusing on the traffic, and Chan cocks an eyebrow at him.
Now annoyed with Chan too, for absolutely no reason at all, Hyunjin starts pushing his knees into the back of Chan’s seat.
Chan turns around. “Seriously?”
Hyunjin starts tapping Chan’s headrest with his hands.
Chan snaps at him, and he must be really pissed off cause he snaps in English, “What the fuck, mate?”
“What the fuck, mate,” Hyunjin immitates him in most exaggerated Australian accent. “G’day mate!” He doesn’t stop tapping, and digs his knees into Chan’s seat even harder.
“Knock it off.” Chan sounds genuinely annoyed.
“Knock it off,” Hyunjin repeats. “That’s not very noice.” And he continues being a menace.
He knows it’s not fair. But he is angry and Chan is a convenient target simply for the fact that Hyunjin doesn’t want, or doesn’t dare, to even look at Felix anymore.
“Hyunjin, seriously now.” Chan waves a finger at him. “You’re being a dick.”
He really is, because he just repeats Chan’s words and continues.
They start what seems to be an endless loop of Hyunjin imitating Chan’s scolding and using every part of his body to be as disruptive and as annoying as possible. It would probably go on forever, or for some ten more minutes until they reach their home, but there’s a sudden touch, a hand on his upper thigh, and Hyunjin stops mid-sentence.
The hand moves higher up towards his crotch, and Hyunjin stills.
Chan exhales, then shakes his head and draws a long sip from his water bottle. Finally given a break, he continues his conversation with the driver.
The hand still slowly moves up, and when it reaches the outline of Hyunjin’s cock, Hyunjin turns his head to the side, eyes wide with surprise.
Felix is looking away and out the window, but his arm is sneakily hidden behind that damn duffel bag, and his warm small hand is gently rubbing Hyunjin over his sweatpants.
Hyunjin licks his lips. He is not sure how to react. His cock, however, has no such uncertainties and starts growing under Felix’s palm.
Is Felix mocking him? Hyunjin supposes it would serve him right for all the times he teased Felix, for every dirty joke, every insinuation he’s ever made. He guesses it’s payback time, and Hyunjin is fine with that, it’s fair. But it’s wrong. They’re friends and colleagues and they’re in the back of a taxi with Chan in the front. He blinks stupidly, not knowing what to do.
He should put a stop to this. It’s nuts. Not that he doesn’t want it, because Hyunjin wants nothing more in this world than to be touched by Felix like this. But it’s neither the time nor the place. Without even going into possibility that the motives behind Felix suddenly deciding to jerk him off in the fucking taxi (with Chan in the front!) might come from cruel mockery rather than genuine desire—this is something that Hyunjin will consider later; now he is too horny to care—it is risky and insane.
Reluctantly, so very carefully, he moves his hand. This has to be the hardest thing he’s ever had to do in his entire life. He shall gently push Felix away. He doesn’t want to offend him. Or for Felix to think that Hyunjin doesn’t want this, in case Felix really wants it, and this wasn’t just some next level practical joke. He will only softly move his hand a little, perhaps signal with his eyes that it’s okay, and they can do this later, if Felix wants it.
But when his palm lands gently on top of Felix’s hand, Felix turns to look at him. They stare at each other and Hyunjin can see soft blush spreading over Felix’s face. He is so beautiful. Like some ethereal heavenly being. His gaze is worried and honest, and despite Hyunjin’s intention to bar this kind of contact now, when Felix swallows around some lump in his throat and the streetlights illuminate his face and neck once more, Hyunjin’s breath hitches. Instead of pushing Felix’s hand away, Hyunjin presses down on it, removing all uncertainty from the touch, even spreading his legs a bit to lift his hips slightly up into the touch.
He shouldn't have done it. He didn’t mean to do it. But he couldn’t resist. It was stronger than him, and instead of a gentle no, or a tentative please later, his action signalled a very powerful yes baby, rub me harder. Well, fuck it.
His cock twitches to the firmer touch, Felix gasps and Hyunjin lets out a half-swallowed moan. Then they both mask their renegade sounds with coughing.
Chan turns around to give them a concerned look.
Felix smiles his it’s okay smile and, now placated, Chan turns back around and away from them.
Hyunjin stares at Felix with amazement and reverence. When Felix looks at him, eyebrows raised, and gives a little questioning nod, Hyunjin nods back, mouthing yeah .
He shifts in his seat, spreads his legs wider, and pulls his backpack on his lap. When he guides Felix’s hand inside his sweatpants and underwear, Felix smirks like a naughty kitten. It takes such tremendous self-control for Hyunjin not to jump on him and kiss him.
He adjusts the backpack better and grows docile as Felix wraps his hand around his length. It’s dry and a bit uncomfortable, but Hyunjin is already leaking precum, so he guides Felix to palm the head of his cock and the slick helps.
Felix looks a little shy, still preferring to mostly keep his head turned away and watch the city pass them by, but every now and then, he turns and looks at Hyunjin, a soft playful smile ghosting around his lips.
Hyunjin squeezes his hand gently, wanting to reassure him. He wants to wrap his hand around Felix’s and guide his movements, but Felix spreads his fingers, softly tapping Hyunjin’s palm away.
Felix shakes his head slowly twice, and Hyunjin obeys. He takes his own hand away and out of his sweatpants, letting Felix do whatever he wants. And oh god, now he really wants to tap against the door or on Chan’s seat, because he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands, but he has not lost his mind entirely, so he doesn’t do anything that would draw attention and just sits still, his arms by his side.
Felix rewards this cooperation with expert, more determined stroking, and Hyunjin closes his eyes. But the very next moment, he decides that not watching the most beautiful person in the world rub his cock is the stupidest thing ever, so he slowly opens his eyes and smiles at Felix, focusing on breathing like a normal person who is not getting a handjob just now.
Felix glides his hand up and down, squeezing harder, and when his thumb presses the little slit on the head of Hyunjin’s cock, Hyunjin whimpers out loud, then quickly pretends to clear his throat, and Felix, too, joins with some coughing.
Chan turns around again. “Are you two okay?” He asks, worried. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”
Hyunjin doesn’t dare speak, worried that any sound he makes will just turn into desperate, needy moaning, so he moves his head a bit too frantic, nodding yes they are okay, then immediately shaking his head no they’re not getting sick.
Felix, however, is composed enough. “Yeah, no,” he says, his deep voice making Hyunjin weak. “It’s just, the air is dry. The aircon is really strong back here.”
Hyunjin manages a loud yeah that comes out as a breathy raspy moan.
Chan looks at him. Fuck, he should have kept quiet.
“Yeah,” Felix repeats, drawing Chan’s attention away from Hyunjin who is a mess. “It’s really dry back here. Maybe turn it down a little?”
“Sure.” Chan nods, and the driver turns the A/C off entirely.
Felix continues to stroke Hyunjin, speeding up now, and Hyunjin squeezes his palms into fists, nails digging at the soft skin, while he tries to look cool and not like someone in the middle of getting his dick rubbed.
“You should have told me,” Chan says. “I don’t want your voices going all weird.”
“It’s fine now,” Felix assures him. His hand travels further down to cup Hyunjin’s balls, and Hyunjin bites his lips not to squeal. Felix smiles. “Thanks, Channie.”
“And if that was the reason for this idiot to…” Chan chuckles. “I really could have done without that whole tantrum.”
“He’s fine,” Felix says, his finger pressing down at the soft area below Hyunjin’s balls. Hyunjin throws his head back, hitting the headrest a bit too forcefully, and both Felix and Chan laugh. “You know what he’s like.”
At least the fact he hit his head gives him an excuse to moan. And boy, does he moan. It’s whiny and needy and he’d let Felix finger his hole right then and there, he is that far gone.
Felix still laughs, but his eyes on Hyunjin are soft and gentle. “When is he not being an idiot?”
Chan snorts in agreement, then thankfully turns back, and Hyunjin can at least let some of his feelings show on his face. Which manifests by him opening his mouth in a silent groan, but he sees the driver giving him a weird look in the rearview mirror so he quickly brings his hand to his mouth and lowers his head.
Felix gives his cock a harsh tug.
Hyunjin throws him a particularly desperate look.
Felix purses his lips into an unspoken shhh.
Yeah. As if that’s easy. But Hyunjin tries. He tries so hard. He focuses on his breathing, even closes his eyes and goes over the new choreography steps in his head. But then he remembers how he pressed against Felix, how he rolled his hard cock into Felix’s ass, and the memory of that, as well as Felix’s hand currently moving along his dick in long firm strokes, is too much for him to bear in silence. Hyunjin whines. And no amount of fake coughing could mask the wanton need in his voice.
Chan turns around again. “What’s happened? What’s wrong?”
“Fuuuck,” Hyunjin swears loudly.
“He’s fine,” Felix says, but he still works his hand along Hyunjin’s length and Hyunjin at the same time both wants him to stop and dreads that he might.
“Are you alright?” Chan scans Hyunjin’s face, squinting. “You look like you’re running a fever.”
Felix squeezes his cock firmer and Hyunjin assumes it’s a warning for him to get it together. But the harsh treatment makes his cock throb harder and Hyunjin thinks that he will either lose all inhibition and no longer hide what’s happening there in the backseat, or his only other option is to throw himself out of the moving car. Because with what Felix is doing to him, he cannot keep quiet. Hyunjin wishes to say that he’s fine and doesn’t have a fever, but he can’t really speak, so he just groans in response.
That makes Chan look even more concerned. He shifts even further in his seat and stretches his arm to touch Hyunjin’s forehead.
“You are kinda warm,” Chan concludes.
“He’s fine,” Felix once again butts in. “It’s hot now with the A/C off. We’re both sweating. But no fever, I promise.” He moves closer to Hyunjin and flashes Chan a smile, then leans his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder.
“Are you sure? Cause he’s—”
“Yeah.” Felix scoots even closer now, almost sitting in Hyunjin’s lap, and brings his other hand to Hyunjin’s cheek. “Sweaty,” he laughs. “It’s just hot here, right?”
Hyunjin nods. With superhuman effort, he manages to mutter, “Hot.”
Chan still looks at them with concern clear on his face, but Felix starts whining at him, “Turn it back ooonn. Pleeeeaaase.” Then, in his normal voice again, he asks, “And play some music, proper music, I mean. That radio station sucks.”
Chan nods. “Sure.” Mercifully, he turns back around to talk to the driver, the A/C again on full blast. Chan and the driver get busy with the apps on the dashboard and soon there’s music.
Felix cheers an excited yeah, and Chan turns the volume up.
Hyunjin can’t even tell what’s playing. He’s trying very hard to be still and quiet, and the loud thumping in his ears muffles every other sound.
With the music volume this loud now, he can at least pant freely. He licks his lips and gulps in greedy desperate breaths.
Felix brings his head to Hyunjin’s ear. “Shh,” he whispers. “You have to stay quiet.”
The words are warm and tickly on his neck, and Hyunjin nods. He will stay quiet. He will do whatever Felix tells him to.
Felix again lays his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder, and returns his full focus on Hyunjin’s dick. Felix’s hand goes up and down in a steady rhythm and Hyunjin’s hips are making tiniest thrusts, fucking into Felix’s fist.
Felix chuckles softly, his breath on Hyunjin’s skin damp and hot.
“Harder,” Hyunjin manages a whisper. “Please.”
Felix speeds up, squeezing his hand tighter around Hyunjin’s cock.
Hyunjin closes his eyes and lets his head drop slightly to the side until his nose is buried in Felix’s hair. He inhales, drinking in the sweet scent of shampoo and even sweeter scent of Felix’s post-practice sweat. Hyunjin licks his lips and a strand of hair finds its way onto his tongue. He dares to softly press his mouth on top of Felix’s head, not exactly a kiss, but almost.
Felix now strokes him fast and hard, his painfully tight fist around Hyunjin’s cock feels so good. Behind his closed eyes, lost in the scent of Felix’s hair, Hyunjin imagines how nice, how tight, something other than Felix’s hand would be.
That thought proves to be too much for Hyunjin to handle with any grace, and he whimpers softly, bucking his hips.
Felix’s other hand gently taps his thigh. “Shh, you have to be quiet,” Felix whispers. He lifts his head and looks at Hyunjin. He is so pretty that Hyunjin wants to cry.
“Can you be quiet?” Felix whispers in his ear.
“No,” Hyunjin chokes.
“Then I’ll stop,” Felix says.
“No,” Hyunjin pleads, covering his crotch with his palm, pressing down to where Felix still strokes him fast and hard and tight.
Felix raises an eyebrow and smirks. Mischief sparkling in his eyes makes him look even more beautiful. “If you make a sound,” he whispers. “I’ll stop.”
Hyunjin nods. Yeah. Okay. He can do this. He has jerked off in dead silence numerous times while one or a few of his bandmates were asleep around him. He’s got this. The music is loud enough. Chan is scrolling on his phone. Yeah. He can do this.
Still gazing into Hyunjin’s eyes, Felix speeds up even more and now it’s sloppy and frantic and oh so fucking tight. Once again, Hyunjin imagines some other delicious part of Felix that would be so snug and tight around his cock, and bites his lip bloody not to make a sound as he comes. It’s a tremendous effort to remain silent through this most blissful release, but he succeeds. More or less. He trembles and his eyes fill with tears, but Felix smiles at him, milking more drops of come out of his pulsing cock, and Hyunjin doesn’t even care that his sweatpants are now a stained and sticky mess. Through the blurry daze of his still screaming mind and his tear-filled eyes, he smiles back at Felix, then gently pulls him to lean on his shoulder again.
Once more, they sit in complete silence, Felix’s hand still inside Hyunjin’s underwear gently holding his cock, fingers slowly dabbing the treacly beads of come, smudging them around. Slowly, Hyunjin’s vision clears and city lights once more take shape around them. Just as slowly, Hyunjin’s mind also clears a bit, and with his nose still pressed into Felix’s hair, drinking in his scent, Hyunjin starts thinking about what just happened.
Does it mean something? Something that Hyunjin would want it to mean? Does it mean anything at all? Should he talk to Felix about it? He supposes he should. But how to approach it? Perhaps better to not mention it at all, just let the situation unravel on its own? Or wait for Felix to address it? Then try to pry out what he thinks about it, how he sees what happened between them? And only then, when he knows how Felix feels, only then can Hyunjin himself decide how to react—come clean, or dismiss it as nothing more than guys just being guys clowning about. Because the thing he’s most worried about is that this meant a lot more to him than it did to Felix. He’s not sure he can live with that. Or, maybe he can, if Felix doesn’t mind repeating this every now and then. It’s pathetic, he knows, but he is willing to pretend it means nothing, play it cool, just a couple of buddies fooling around, as long as he gets whatever crumb of contact Felix is willing to throw his way again.
As the taxi pulls over, Hyunjin kinda wishes they could have gone on driving a bit longer. Felix’s hand still inside his pants and Felix’s head still on his shoulder—Hyunjin wouldn’t mind driving like that whole night really. But he also knows he shouldn’t linger. He needs to go change, shower too. And he doesn’t want Chan to see his stained sweatpants.
Chan is busy paying for their ride, and the moment Felix lifts his head, takes his hand out of Hyunjin’s pants and starts getting his stuff, Hyunjin grabs his backpack and dashes out of the car and towards the building.
It makes sense that he’d run because of the rain, so he knows Chan won’t think it’s weird. He feels a little guilty for leaving Felix like that, without a word, but he’d rather process what happened on his own first, and he is a little reluctant to have that whole conversation with Felix. If they don’t talk about it, there’s a chance that this means what Hyunjin would want it to mean, and he feels too vulnerable to handle possible rejection right now. He’ll just shower and go straight to bed. Tomorrow, when he’s fresh and rested, he will be ready to face Felix. Or at least he hopes so.
It’s lucky that one of the two elevators is already there and Hyunjin darts towards it, then frantically presses the button for their floor. But just as the door starts closing, a hand jams it open again and Felix scrambles inside.
He doesn’t say anything, just looks at Hyunjin with a bewildered expression.
“Didn’t see you. Sorry,” Hyunjin mumbles.
“Yeah,” Felix says, disbelief clear in his tone.
He looks lower, at Hyunjin’s crotch, and Hyunjin swiftly covers himself with his backpack.
Felix purses his lips, looking a little huffy.
The elevator pings as they reach the third floor, and when the door opens, Hyunjin swiftly walks towards their apartment and Felix follows behind. He rushes to the bathroom, and he doesn’t expect Felix to follow him there, but Felix does.
Well. Perhaps Felix wants to talk about what happened. And sure, Hyunjin would have preferred for it to happen in the morning, not now, but Felix is probably right about not leaving the awkwardness unaddressed. So, Hyunjin braces himself; now is as good a time as any.
“Look, about what happened,” he starts. “We should maybe talk and—”
“Shut up,” Felix says.
The look on his face is serious with some kind of almost dangerous intent, and he still seems offended, maybe also angry a little. Which makes Hyunjin feel bad, guilty even, because Felix is never angry and well, he’s probably right to be upset—this is all Hyunjin’s fault. He fucked up when his stupid cock got hard and he failed to notice, so instead of chilling the fuck out he decided to go rub himself all over Felix’s butt. Worst case scenario—he just lost a friend. And he’s not sure if that breaks his heart more than if Felix would act as if it meant nothing.
With a deep breath, Hyunjins steels himself to be reprimanded.
But Felix doesn’t say a word. Instead, he unbuttons his jeans, letting them drop to the floor.
Hyunjin opens his mouth, gaping like an idiot as the realisation hits him. He stares at the hard bulge swollen inside Felix’s underwear, then licks his lips and looks up.
The corner of Felix’s lips curls into a playful half-smile. “Go on then,” he urges, his fond teasing tone reassuring.
Hyunjin smiles through a loud exhale, relief washing over him, and drops to his knees.
He puts his hands on Felix’s hips, gently pushing him to lean against the closed door, then brings his face to Felix’s crotch. He rubs his nose and mouth over the underwear, inhaling the scent of fabric softener, soap, and sweat. Hyunjin has never felt a sweeter fragrance, he practically salivates as he presses his whole face into Felix. He feels a wet little drop of precome on the cotton fabric, and he licks his lips, then traces the bulge of Felix’s cock with his mouth.
Felix lets out a weak little moan, and Hyunjin looks up.
Bright red flush is blooming over Felix’s face and neck, and his eyes are half-closed and glassy. His mouth is slightly open, red and wet, and when he catches Hyunjin’s gaze, he gives an embarrassed smile.
Hyunjin’s heart thrills seeing he can make Felix this flustered when he hasn’t even started doing anything yet.
His fingers toy with the hem of Felix’s boxers, and Felix squirms when Hyunjin slowly tugs them down. Felix is so hard that when Hyunjin finally releases his cock from the confinement of underwear, it jumps out, nearly smacking him straight in the face.
Hyunjin licks his lips at the sight. He has caught glimpses of Felix’s cock before, in the changing rooms, or accidentally walking in on him in the shower now and then, but this is his first time seeing it up close and hard. Hyunjin thinks it looks very pretty, well proportioned and smooth, not too big, slightly darker than the rest of Felix’s body, with a round pink head, the same pink colour as Felix’s flushed face.
Hyunjin touches it gently with his fingers, and it twitches. He gives a tentative little lick, and Felix pushes his hips forward, seeking more.
Hyunjin has never done this before, but he has been on the receiving end of it, and he himself has a cock so he knows what should feel good. He gives the head a soft kiss, smearing the precome all over his lips, then trails his wet lips down along the length.
Felix whimpers quietly and quickly brings his hand to his mouth, probably worried he’s being too loud. Hyunjin is pretty certain that’s the same hand that was rubbing his cock just minutes ago, sticky with Hyunjin’s come, and that makes him moan too.
“Turn on the tap,” he tells Felix. The water should help drown out the noise.
Felix nods and quickly extends his hand, leaning to the left to reach the sink, and almost loses balance. Hyunjin feels a little smug and a whole lot pleased seeing that Felix chose to stretch his body through an uncomfortable distance like that, risking a fall, rather than just take a few steps, choosing unnecessary acrobatics rather than tearing his cock away from Hyunjin’s lips.
The water safely running, Hyunjin gets back to work. He teases Felix with his tongue some more, lapping in swift little motions, his tongue barely grazing the skin. When Felix strokes Hyunjin’s cheek, Hyunjin opens his mouth and slowly envelops the head of Felix’s cock with his lips.
Felix gasps, squeezing his fists, tangling them in the mess of Hyunjin’s hair, then grunts through something that sounds like a very encouraging yes.
Hyunjin fits more of Felix’s cock inside his mouth, slowly going up and down, bobbing his head, and he notices Felix’s knees tremble a little. He grabs Felix’s hips harder, his fingers digging into the firm muscles of Felix’s asscheeks. He tries to suck even deeper but, as the cock hits the back of his throat, Hyunjin gags, and Felix whines hearing the choking sound he makes.
“Fuck, yes,” Felix moans.
Hyunjin rubs his tongue down Felix’s length, then moves the cock inside his mouth, stretching the skin of his cheeks. He looks up at Felix who gazes down at him with astonished affection; awe and fondness and something incredibly fragile moulding his features into an expression so lovely that Hyunjin wishes to come up and kiss his entire face, each and every one of his freckles. But when he pushes the cock even further to the side, the skin of his cheek stretching taut around the head, and the cock jumps out with an obscene plop, Felix’s whimpers turn into a loud whine of complaint at having been abandoned like that.
Hyunjin smiles—okay, he’ll kiss his face later then—and opens his mouth again, welcoming the cock back inside, relishing the way Felix melts when he resumes sucking.
But Felix is now being entirely too loud, and not even the running tap can drown out his noises. Hyunjin thinks he should taunt him, just the way Felix did to him back in the taxi. If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll stop. But he likes hearing the helpless moans and knowing how he makes Felix feel. Besides, he can’t really be mean to Felix. Seeing Felix sad…Hyunjin would rather die. So he just hopes that whatever is happening outside of the bathroom is a distraction enough for their bandmates and that nobody is paying attention to random moaning coming from the bathroom. They can say they were giving each other a massage or something.
However, when Hyunjin again tries deep-throating Felix, and once again nearly chokes, spit dribbling down his chin, Felix whimpers so loudly and in a tone of such utter desperate wanton need that it cannot be mistaken for being anything other than sexual. Just the tap won’t do.
Hyunjin gets up, leaving Felix’s cock to cool air.
“Please,” Felix pants in distress.
Hyunjin brings his head to Felix’s face, pressing lips to his.
Felix still whines through their kiss, but at least now it’s not as loud. Hyunjin licks Felix’s lips, pushing his tongue gently inside Felix’s mouth, sucking softly on his lower lip. If Felix was at all surprised by the kiss, he doesn’t show it, accepting Hyunjin’s lips readily.
Hyunjin cups Felix’s face gently, moaning into his mouth, and as much as he’d love to spend the whole night kissing Felix, he also actually really wants to suck his cock, so he gently guides him towards the shower.
They stumble across the floor, too consumed by their kissing to pay attention to their surroundings. Felix’s jeans down around his ankles add to the clumsiness, but somehow they make it without falling. He presses Felix against the wall, in the corner farthest away from the shower, then turns the water on. It jets right next to them, some droplets spraying their side, but they’re mostly out of the way. Hyunjin again gets down on his knees. The floor is wet but his sweatpants are jizzed anyway so he doesn’t care.
Now there’s a lot more noise in the bathroom, and the glass door of the shower is an additional layer of insulation, so they both moan freely.
“Thank you,” Felix hums, gently stroking Hyunjin’s hair.
Hyunjin now doesn’t hold back. He sucks Felix’s cock with unrestrained greedy passion, trying out all the different ways to make Felix feel good. He bobs his head up and down, not breaking eye contact, delighting in Felix’s reaction to how lewd he must look with his lips stretched around the throbbing shaft; he gently squeezes the balls, then sucks them for a while before returning his attention to the cock. He sucks so hard, making a vacuum, hollowing his cheeks, then rolls his tongue around the head; he urges Felix to thrust his hips, to fuck Hyunjin’s throat as he chokes and gags fighting for breath. He doesn’t give up though, no matter how much he struggles, ignoring the tears coming down the corners of his eyes. He hums and moans and chokes on the cock, and doesn’t stop trying until his nose is pressed against the soft fuzz of Felix’s pubic hair.
Felix wails, rolling his hips, with Hyunjin’s mouth snug around his cock and Hyunjin’s face snug against his crotch. Then he suddenly seems to remember that Hyunjin needs to breathe and lets go of his hair. When Hyunjin catches his breath again, he slowly moves his head back and forth, his tongue circling around the head, then pressing at the sensitive slit. But he doesn’t mind being used like moments ago, and he can tell that Felix is close, so he nods in encouragement, puts Felix’s hands back into his hair, and wraps his hands around the back of Felix’s thighs.
Felix understands and starts thrusting with more vigour. He fucks into Hyunjin’s mouth, deep and long and hard, and Hyunjin moans and chokes around his cock. Felix speeds up, Hyunjin’s eyes tearing up again from the effort, and Felix grunts and whines, sounding desperate and needy.
“I’m…I’m gonna…” he mutters.
Hyunjin tries to nod that it’s okay, but he can’t really nod while being throat-fucked like this, so he blinks, scrunching his eyebrows, hoping Felix will read it as a go ahead.
The thrusting becomes erratic, Felix losing rhythm, and when the first spurt of come hits Hyunjin’s throat, Hyunjin gargles around the cock through something that would be a cough if his mouth and throat were free to actually be able to produce a cough, but then he relaxes and lets it all go down.
Felix lets out a wail, then pants in loud heaving breaths as Hyunjin dutifully sucks the last droplets of come out of his cock. It’s warm and somewhat salty, but he doesn’t hate it. Quite the opposite. He likes it as much as he likes every other part of Felix.
Felix’s hands in Hyunjin’s hair no longer squeeze and pull, but gently stroke, and when Felix slowly takes his cock out of Hyunjin’s mouth, he tenderly brushes Hyunjin’s cheeks and chin.
Hyunjin smiles at him, taking a deep breath, and Felix lets out a laboured little laugh, then slumps down to sit on the floor.
They’re both a mess, sweaty and flushed, their clothes wet and stained, but they grin at each other. Felix leans against the wall, pulling Hyunjin to sit next to him. They silently watch the jet of water falling just where their feet are, little drops bouncing off the floor to land on their faces and their clothes.
Hyunjin wonders if they will talk now, or if this will remain a one off, an incident never again mentioned or repeated. Or maybe, it will be repeated as something they sometimes do, but which doesn’t mean anything? Because the other option is that it actually means to Felix exactly what it means to him, and the thought of that thrills him, making his heart beat faster. But what if Felix only sees this as compensation for what he did to Hyunjin in that taxi, and neither of the two means a thing? It would be fair, after all. Even if it would break Hyunjin’s heart.
As they sit silently in the steamy shower, and Hyunjin’s brain keeps discovering a brand new worry each second, Felix leans his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder. This gives Hyunjin some courage to seek more contact, and he wraps one arm around Felix’s frame, pulling him into an embrace, and his other hand moves to caress Felix’s hair, tucking it behind his ear.
That makes Felix look up, and when their eyes meet, Felix blushes and bursts into embarrassed chuckles.
“Oh my god,” he laughs, hiding his face in his hands. “I’m never leaving this bathroom.”
Hyunjin laughs too, because what else can he do, and Felix’s laughter is contagious. “Yeah,” he says.
He tries to pry Felix’s hands open, but Felix only laughs harder, shaking his head, trying to evade Hyunjin’s attack.
“Oh come on,” Hyunjin teases. “It’s not that bad. We’re both…” he doesn’t finish his thought.
Felix nods. “Okay,” he says. “But you can’t laugh.”
Hyunjin actually does laugh at that, as does Felix. But after their laughing fit subsides, Felix allows Hyunjin to slowly take his hands away from his face.
He looks so pretty, flushed and smiling, slightly self-conscious, his eyes shiny and playfully expectant.
“Don’t laugh,” he repeats, quiet now and more serious.
“I won’t,” Hyunjin promises, then brings his face down, and slowly, with utmost care, gently kisses Felix’s forehead, then his eyes, then his freckled cheeks, and finally his lips.
It’s a very chaste kiss, not like before when they were kissing against the bathroom door, and it seems to affect Felix even more than the blow job he just received, because he shudders, then lets out a half-choked sob and scrambles into Hyunjin’s lap, deeper into the embrace.
He buries his face in the crook of Hyunjin’s neck, and Hyunjin holds him tight, rubbing circles along his shoulders, still wondering if this means what he thinks it means, what he wants it to mean.
A loud knock startles them.
“Other people want to shower too, you know,” Changbin shouts through the door.
“Use the other bathroom,” Hyunjin shouts back, even though he knows it’s stupid, because there’s eight of them and only two bathrooms.
“We’re coming right out,” Felix shouts. “Sorry.”
They exchange a sly grin, detangle their arms and get up.
“We haven’t even showered,” Hyunjin notes, removing his wet clothes.
Felix shrugs, throwing his garments in the hamper. “We can do it later, after everyone’s finished.”
“It will be well after midnight by then.”
Felix smiles. “Others will be asleep by the time we’re done.”
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Hyunjin scoffs. He doesn’t mind being the last one to go to bed, sneaking not to wake up the others, when it’s because he was doing something fun, but now he feels it’s unfair that they should have to wait that long just for the sake of showering, because he feels strangely tired. So he’s not sure why Felix is smiling about that.
He rolls his eyes, but Felix smacks his ass. “Others will be asleep by the time we’re done,” he repeats, more meaningfully now. “So they won’t notice me climbing into your bed for the night, dummy.”
With those words, Felix walks past him, heading to the door.
Hyunjin grabs his hand, and pulls him to turn back around so forcefully that Felix’s towel drops to the floor.
Felix is smirking like a cat, naked and warm against Hyunjin’s body, and Hyunjin smiles wide and bright before he smashes his lips against Felix’s once more. His teeth nibble at Felix’s lip which makes Felix moan. But then Changbin knocks again and, happy and blushing, Felix picks up his towel, and the two of them walk out of the bathroom. Hyunjin checks the time. Ten fifty seven. He yawns and heads towards the kitchen, then makes himself a coffee. Because when Felix sneaks into his bed later, sleeping is the last thing Hyunjin wants to do.