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“Did you know the next meteor shower’s supposed to be on December 14th?” Jisung asks, excitedly.
Chenle clears his throat, “Nope. Where are the meteors coming from?”
“They’re coming from this asteroid called Phaethon, which orbits super close to the Sun, even closer than Mercury. It's called the Geminid meteor shower and apparently it’s one of the prettiest ones to see.”
Chenle hums. “What even are meteors anyway? Aren’t they stars?”
Chenle’s acting weird. He calls Jisung at midnight after saying he’s bored and can’t sleep. Then he’s asking him all these questions and letting Jisung answer with minimal interruptions. He’s being overly courteous, almost. Chenle always talks, even when he’s tired, so it’s extremely strange that he’s not participating. Aside from that, he’s letting Jisung go on about space, something he’s not interested in. Not that he doesn’t let him sometimes, because he’s a good friend, but this is way longer than he ever lets it continue.
Is he really that tired? Does he want something? He wants to brush it off, convince himself that Chenle’s guilty because he didn’t cook for him last time he came over, even though he promised.
“Actually, meteors are just dust and small rocks getting burned up by Earth’s atmosphere. It’s kind of funny that we call them shooting stars when they’re not-“
A strange sound, almost like a groan (?) comes from his phone.
“Chenle, are you okay?”
Jisung immediately hears a cacophony of coughs, followed by Chenle’s voice.
“I might be coming down with something. Sorry, go ahead.”
Shit, Chenle’s sick? They have a recording tomorrow morning.
“When did you start feeling bad? You should’ve told me. I could’ve had hyung bring over some food and medicine.”
Chenle immediately minimizes the situation. “I’m fine. It’s just a cough, nothing serious. What were you saying about meteors?”
Jisung pauses. “Are you sure you’re okay? I’m starting to think I forgot my birthday or something. You never want to talk about this stuff.” He laughs, smiling just big enough to transfer over the phone.
Chenle sighs, “I don’t know. I don’t really feel like talking today. Maybe it’s the sickness.”
Jisung immediately splutters, “You just said it wasn’t that bad!”
“It’s not!” Chenle yells back.
Jisung hesitates, “I don’t know. Are you sure you don’t want me to call someone? You should really get some rest.”
Then Chenle honest-to-god whines.
“Please, stay on the phone. I—“ he pauses, “I want to hear you talk about meteors.”
Jisung scrunches his nose. Why is he so cute? He doesn’t whine unless he really wants something, so maybe, it’s okay? He feels stupid for falling for a simple cute tactic, but who is he to say no?
“Okay, if you really want me to…”
He gives Chenle one more chance to take it back, then he continues.
“So basically, when the dust and particles and stuff hits the atmosphere, the light that we see is just that stuff burning. It’s because it’s so fast, like when you get rug burn because of the friction from your body moving across the rug at a high speed…”
Is Chenle breathing heavier, or is he imagining it? As soon as he stops to listen for a moment, it goes back to normal. Huh, maybe he did.
“I-If you wanted to see it together, I know a spot that’s supposed to be clear. I don’t remember if we have anything that—“
His face heats up when he asks, which is stupid because why is he getting embarrassed asking his best friend to hang out, but it doesn’t compare to the absolute heat that overtakes his body when Chenle outright moans in the middle of his sentence.
Wait a second…he’s not? Is he?
He can’t mistake it. Now that they’ve messed around a few times, Jisung’s become familiar with Chenle’s…arousal and that sounded suspiciously like he’s getting close to—ah fuck, he can’t even think it.
“Chenle…you’re—“ his voice breaks right at the start of the sentence and he awkwardly clears his throat, “are you getting off on this?”
“What if I am?” He immediately challenges, never missing a beat.
With the confirmation, he suddenly feels too hot under his duvet, he fusses with his shirt, wanting something to do with his hands. This can’t be happening.
Jisung’s left spluttering once again, for a completely different reason this time. Fuck, it’s turning him on. He can’t believe it’s turning him on.
“I can’t believe y-you. You didn’t even tell me. You just let me talk about space for like—“
Chenle interrupts, “I told you before, I like your voice. And I couldn’t sleep.”
Jisung puts one of his hands on his face just to make sure that, yep, he’s burning up. Fuck.
While Jisung’s still stunned into silence, Chenle starts up again, pleading.
“I’m close. Can you please just- help me?”
Jisung’s dick twitches in his underwear, shamefully. If he listens closer, he can hear it now: the slick sound of what must be Chenle jerking off, breath catching with every stroke.
“Why didn’t you tell me that’s what you wanted in the first place?”
Chenle scoffs, “If I did, would you have picked up?”
Jisung grimaces. No way in hell.
“That’s what I thought,” Chenle still has the audacity to laugh.
“I don’t know… I don’t really- know what to say.”
“You can say anything! You can go back to talking about space if you want. Oppa, please, I need you.”
Jisung whimpers and Chenle has to know he’s won now. Jisung should’ve never reacted when he was sucking Chenle off that one time. It’s really hot when he calls him that, it’s unfair.
“Okay, I’ll just—“ he pauses, not knowing where he’s going with that sentence. He doesn’t want to go back to talking about space now, his heart isn’t in it, but he doesn’t know how to dirty talk either. He wracks his brain for anything he’s seen in the porn he’s watched, but anything he remembers is far too embarrassing to say out loud.
“So um, you really like this, hm?” He drags out his words, trying to let his voice take on a deeper timber naturally. His cheeks won’t stop burning and his boxers are feeling unusually tight, but he pushes through it.
Chenle sighs. “Yeah, I really like it. Fuck.”
“You have such a dirty mouth. What did I tell you about cursing so much?”
Jisung doesn’t know where this version of him is coming from, but he leans into it, grasping at anything.
“S-Sorry, oppa. I’ll be better.” The slick sounds speed up.
“Slow down.” Jisung says it like a command, no room for argument.
Chenle’s hand immediately stops, and Jisung imagines his pained face, what his leaking cock looks like, dripping precome. He’s always so wet.
“How long have you been like this?” Jisung checks his phone, and his eyes nearly bug out of his head when he sees how long they’ve been on the phone, “We’ve been talking for thirty minutes.”
“Since you started rambling. I’ve been edging myself, want it to feel really good when I come.”
Jisung’s never done that before, “edging,” but he’s heard of it. He can’t believe Chenle’s been hard for so long. His hands twitch. He wants to touch himself too, but he’s still embarrassed, so he clenches his fist in the sheets and keeps going.
He hums, satisfied. “You’ve been hard for so long then. Couldn’t get off on your own? You needed me to talk you through it?”
Chenle sounds frustrated and whiny now, like he’s holding himself back from fucking into his fist. “Yes, I already told you.”
“Hey, listen carefully, or I’ll hang up.” (He would never, but he has to keep up the facade.)
Chenle whimpers again, but otherwise remains silent.
“Okay, baby. You can touch yourself slowly. Spend extra time at the head before going back down.”
He hears him try again, the frequency of slick sounds clueing him in to how fast Chenle’s going. He doesn’t know where the term of endearment came from either, but it felt right.
“Good, speed up a little bit.”
“I’m s-sensitive. Not going to last anymore.”
“You want to fuck your fist? I’ll let you. Just ask.”
Chenle moans loudly. “Your voice, god, please. I want to fuck my fist, oppa.”
Jisung digs his nails in harder.
“Then do it.” He hears the sounds get louder and louder along with Chenle’s moans. He’s unabashed now, not even trying to be quiet. Jisung’s so hard he wants to scream.
“Keep going. Yes, just like that, baby. Can you come for me?”
Chenle keens, going between whining and moaning as he presumably rides out his high. The slick sounds slow down little by little until there’s just the sound of Chenle panting on the other side.
“Fuck, that was so good. I came so much, Jisung-ah. Want to see?”
Jisung doesn’t even answer before his phone’s ringing with a video call. He clicks the green button before he can overthink it and within seconds is face to face with Chenle’s soft dick. He can only see from the waist down, but he’s able to parse the small puddle of come on Chenle’s stomach, even with the lights off. He sees Chenle’s finger play with his tip, teasing the stickiness and fucking Jesus lord, did he just suck the come off of his finger?
He can’t help it anymore. He immediately puts his hand down his pants, using his own precome to ease the slide as much as possible. He’s desperate, panting and needy as he jerks off without finesse, faster and faster, his fingers catching on the skin because it’s still so dry, until he feels the telltale pull in his gut. He moans out a fuck followed by a whine of something that sounds suspiciously like Chenle’s name.
“Did you just—? Fucking hell, that was so fucking hot. Your orgasm face is making me hard again.”
It’s only then Jisung realizes that his front camera automatically turned on when he answered the video call. He nearly drops his phone on his face when he scrambles to hang up, panting like he ran a marathon for a different reason now.
Oh god. He can’t believe they just did that. He can’t believe Chenle convinced him to do that. He looks around the room, expecting someone to jump out and interrogate him. When that doesn’t happen, he finally relaxes a little bit, at least enough to look at his phone, now the bane of his existence. He scolds the inanimate object in his head before he sees a new message from Chenle.
“Sweet dreams.”
—
Jisung can’t shake that it feels like someone’s watching his every move. He feels fifteen again, like his mom’s going to somehow know he was watching porn in his room. It’s like there’s a big sign on his head that says “Chenle and I had phone sex” and everyone’s judging him for it. In reality, the hyungs are all probably more preoccupied with themselves. He knows this, realistically. He’s just always been a worrier. Chenle on the other hand, seems to be taking great amusement in his suffering. He keeps catching his eye in the practice room mirror and giggling when Jisung flushes. That’s what ends up bringing him more attention and at some point, Haechan asks about the ‘joke’ they’re not in on.
“I wanna tease Jisungie too,” he whines and grabs onto Jisung’s shoulders in an attempt to hang off of him. Jisung tolerates it, only because he’s afraid the line of questioning will get worse if he shrugs him off.
Chenle watches the affair with an absolutely delighted smile on his face, cat whiskers and all. Even when Chenle laughs in the face of his embarrassment, Jisung’s stupid heart knows it’s because Chenle finds him cute. He’s told him enough times after all. It’s almost fucking worth it.
He’s at Chenle’s house now. Chenle’s parents are gone for vacation and Chenle practically begged Jisung to come over. Though, Chenle would never admit that. He simply suggested it over and over again until Jisung relented. Jisung calls that begging. Chenle calls it “strategy.” He can’t deny the thrill it brought him though. Chenle likes him so much.
Chenle had promised to make dinner for them both as a bribe and mentioned something about getting the ramyun out as a side.
“Oppa, can you do it for me?”
Jisung flushes. It’s Chenle’s new thing, calling him like this.
“Why do you keep saying that? You’re not a girl,” he scoffs, trying to keep his composure while fully dropping the spoon he was helping to wash back in the sink.
“Do you want me to be a girl?”
Chenle asks, genuinely, and Jisung can feel the insecurity creep in even though Chenle’s trying to hide it.
In between all of this, whatever this is, they’ve never stopped and talked feelings. Jisung never told Chenle about his deep, aching crush on him that has persisted for years. It’s fine. That surely won’t have any lasting consequences.
“N-No, what? That’s not what I meant.”
Chenle swoops in closer, never missing a beat, breath against Jisung’s cheek. “But then why do you like it so much? You get all red in the face, I see you trying not to smile.”
Jisung tries to change the subject, sucking his cheeks in to banish the smile that Chenle called out.
“If anyone’s oppa, it’s not me. You’re always cooking and buying things for me.”
Chenle smiles, an edge to it. “So what? You help me in other ways.” He’s full-on mugging now, watching as Jisung scrambles to put a simple pot of ramyun on. He’s entirely red now, from the tips of ears to his neck.
Chenle can’t just say it normally easier, he has to say it like he has something to prove.
There’s this warmth in Jisung’s stomach that grows so big it overtakes him. He lets it. If Chenle likes it, then what’s the harm? If Chenle likes it…yeah who is he trying to fool? Jisung might like it a little too much.
After a hearty and delicious meal of chicken, noodles, and tomato eggs, they sit down on the couch. Jisung watches sleepily while Chenle scrolls Netflix.
“Did you totally drop your phone on your face when you realized the camera was on?”
Jisung’s ears burn. It’s been a week since the “Phone Sex” incident and Chenle still hasn’t stopped teasing Jisung about it. He shouldn’t be embarrassed anymore, clearly Chenle isn’t, but then again he was born without an ounce of shame and Jisung was born with too much.
“I told you I didn’t already.”
Jisung glances over at him without moving his head. He can only catch his side profile, but it’s enough to recognize he’s smiling from the lifting of his cheek. He’s wearing a Warriors t-shirt that’s been well-loved, logo fading and cracked, and some black track pants. Jisung sighs, when you’re attractive, you can wear anything and look good. It really shouldn’t be allowed. He thinks Chenle’s conditioning him, bringing up sex when they’re alone in his house. The horny part of his brain automatically activates and he’s studying Chenle’s side profile in a new light because of it.
He’s speaking quietly before he realizes, “I can’t believe you made me do that.”
It isn’t the first time he’s said something to that effect, but it’s the first time he’s phrased it like this. It seems to get Chenle’s attention because he’s scanning Jisung’s face now.
“Hey, I didn’t force you, did I? You know if you didn’t want to, you didn’t have to.” He has a serious look on his face. The one he gets when Jisung comes to him for advice.
Oh god. Now Chenle thinks he didn’t want to do it. He backtracks.
“I mean, I was a little taken aback by it, but um, I l-liked it.”
Chenle’s smiling like he’s caught Jisung in a trap, as if they haven’t been fucking around for the better part of a month now.
Jisung still falls for it, suddenly finding an extremely interesting painting on the wall to avoid looking Chenle in the eye.
“I’m not sorry, then.”
Jisung’s eyes shoot over to Chenle against his better judgment. He’s already looking, like he’s trying to look through him, something dark taking over his features. It makes Jisung shiver. He’s not sorry.
“You’re so mean for hanging up on me without letting me see your dick too.”
Jisung hits him for that one, leaning into his space to poke and prod at his side until he relents. He just never shuts up. He’s going to send Jisung to an early grave. Now when Jisung’s hands reach his sides he’s shrieking and giggling at the same time until Jisung has to literally hold him to stop his squirming. And oh. He’s on top of him now. Chenle’s breathless, staring up like Jisung holds the secrets of the universe. Jisung wishes he did right now. Chenle opens his mouth again.
“I did a bad thing, right? You should punish me.”
Jisung chokes on his own spit and Chenle keeps his eyes trained on him as he recovers, not even flinching.
“You- You’re-“ Jisung stutters out, wanting to say something, but having no idea what. Chenle’s so close and his immediate reaction is to pull away, but as he starts to, Chenle’s eyes change in a way that says don’t you dare mixed with a look of vulnerability so blatant that Jisung freezes in place.
“Take your time,” Chenle says, and it doesn’t seem like he’s teasing, just genuinely being patient because he knows it’s a lot for Jisung.
When Jisung looks closer, he sees that the tips of Chenle’s ears are red and a flush is starting to make its way onto his cheeks. It’s nice knowing he’s not the only one. He takes a deep breath.
“You want me to-punish—“ He just points to Chenle, unable to finish the sentence without combusting into a puddle leaking into the cracks of the couch.
Chenle nods. He smiles, encouragingly, even though his face has completely gone red. His eyes are starting to grow lidded and Jisung doesn’t remember how this started anymore.
“How?” Jisung whispers.
He doesn't know where to start. He hasn’t even gone all the way yet, let alone “punished” someone. He makes the connection. The way Chenle had him talk on the phone. Chastising, teasing…he liked it.
Chenle whines. He’s close to Jisung’s face now, stuttering breath bouncing against his lips and Jisung’s just barely holding it together. Chenle’s so whiny when he wants something, when he wants sex, he thinks belatedly.
“Whatever you want.”
That’s a loaded answer. What does he want? He just wants, so badly that he doesn’t know what to do with it all.
He scans his mind for anything that isn’t just Chenle’s hands all over him, suffocating him until he thinks about nothing else. He remembers his stupid idea when he got Chenle alone in the practice room, the comments Chenle made about his “big dick.”
“I want my cock in your mouth.”
Oh my god. He just said that. Dirty.
Chenle gasps and his eyes flutter. Such a big reaction to words. Jisung’s voice, his brain helpfully supplies. Oh yeah, Chenle admitted that he really likes Jisung’s voice.
“D-Do you want that?” Jisung clarifies, afraid he said something Chenle wasn’t into.
“Yes,” Chenle answers breathlessly, “Yeah, I really want it.”
Jisung can’t stand it anymore. He merges their lips together, no pretenses, fully trying to shove his tongue in Chenle’s mouth. It’s messy, but Chenle still moans into it, so he figures it can’t be that bad. This part is new, Chenle practically melting into him, letting Jisung have what he wants. He’s still teasing, moving away as much as he can and making Jisung chase him, but he’s generally pliant.
When it’s clear Jisung isn’t going to lead them there, Chenle takes it upon himself to trail kisses and bites down Jisung’s neck. Jisung reminds him multiple times to not bite too hard and swats at his arm when he feels a particularly hard bite below his collarbone. Chenle just laughs, which is fair, Jisung is moaning when he does it.
Jisung’s not entirely sure what to do with his hands, settling for petting Chenle’s hair gently and squeezing his shoulder or arm every so often when he feels particularly good. He tries to move his hand over his mouth, but Chenle is quick to remove it, grumbling something about “no one being here, so you’re allowed to be loud.”
Every squeak and moan Jisung makes is embarrassing to his own ears, but Chenle hums, pleased, so he tries not to let it bother him. Eventually, Chenle gets annoyed by his shirt, tugging at it until Jisung gets the idea to take it off. He mentally freezes once he does, because he doesn’t think they’ve ever done this before, removing clothes completely. He sees the flush spread down to his chest as Chenle looks on in awe.
He looks up at Jisung. “You have abs? And you didn’t tell me?”
Jisung avoids his eyes. “I-l‘ve been going to the gym recently.” He leaves out the part that the reason he even started trying in the first place is because he knows Chenle’s really into muscles.
“God, you’re trying to kill me.”
Touché.
He takes his time feeling every part of Jisung’s body. They’re not nearly as impressive as Jeno or Jaemin’s, but Chenle touches them like he couldn’t care less.
He starts out manically putting his hands on them, watching Jisung tense and unclench like he’s possessed. Then he traces his fingers around them slowly and Jisung feels how hard his dick is straining against his sweats. Chenle has to feel it against his side. He knows he does. He pays it no mind as he leans in to bite below his pec and Jisung cries out.
They switch positions, Jisung now lying along the length of the couch and Chenle half on top of him. The couch is big enough for Jisung’s long body. That’s what Jisung’s always liked about this couch, and now they’re defiling it. Oh god, what are Chenle’s parents going to think?
His thoughts are interrupted when Chenle’s mouth is on his cock, through his pants. His hand automatically shoots to Chenle’s hair as he’s groaning out a “fuck.” It makes Chenle moan and the vibrations from his lips make Jisung twitch. It makes him remember that this is supposed to be a punishment. Chenle shouldn’t be getting away with this. He should be—
He tugs Chenle’s hair.
“Hey, you’ve been bad. Stop teasing. If you’re going to suck me off, then do it.”
He tries to make his voice sound as commanding as possible and it seems to work. Chenle makes quick work of his sweatpants and underwear, dragging them low enough to free his cock.
“Oh fuck. Every time I see you, I forget how big you are.”
Chenle’s practically drooling as he says it and Jisung’s cock lets out a spurt of pre-come.
Chenle immediately leans in to lick and Jisung’s hand automatically comes up to cover his mouth. Chenle growls and pulls it down again, making Jisung keep his other hand locked in his as he licks his way around his cock, like he’s trying to map it out.
It’s so much.
It’s almost worse that their hands are interlocked, not because he can’t hide his sounds, but because in this moment, he can pretend that it’s more than about getting off.
Fuck. It rings out in his head the same time it slips out of his mouth. He really likes Chenle. He doesn’t remember the fall, only the start. He doesn’t remember when it became important to memorize which facial expressions make Chenle laugh the loudest or which Chinese dishes to order when Chenle’s homesick.
He squeezes Chenle’s hand like his life depends on it. And Chenle squeezes back. Even if he doesn’t understand, he’ll always comfort Jisung. He feels so good. Chenle’s making him feel so good. So he lets go. He releases all the sounds that he’d be too embarrassed to normally, grabs at his hair, moans Chenle’s name in a way that has Chenle moaning too. Jisung sees him reaching his hand down to touch himself through his pants.
Somewhere between one deep throat and the next, Jisung processes that Chenle doesn’t have a gag reflex.
“Am I making you feel good, oppa?”
Jisung sounds pained when he responds, “Fuck, yeah. So good. You’re amazing.”
He means it. Chenle’s amazing in every sense of the word.
Chenle starts to go down again, when he seemingly realizes something and pulls off.
“You can—“ he gestures obscenely to his mouth, moving both of Jisung’s hands to his hair.
“W-What?” Jisung tries to decipher the hand motions he just saw.
Chenle curses under his breath. “You can fuck my throat.”
This is how Jisung dies.
“Oh my god. B-but what if I hurt you?”
“You won’t.”
Chenle says it so confidently that Jisung almost believes it.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to do something accidentally.”
His hands are shaking where they brush nervously through Chenle’s hair. Chenle’s looking at him with hazy eyes, like he’s going to pounce if Jisung doesn’t make up his mind.
He’s scarily beautiful. Jisung wants to kiss him breathless again.
“If you’re sure I won’t hurt you…”
Chenle has the decency to glance away. “If it hurts a little, it’s okay.”
Jisung groans. “I think you should take back what you said. You’re going to kill me.”
Chenle smiles through the redness on his cheeks and Jisung thinks that could be a metaphor for his entire existence.
He slowly inches his cock past Chenle’s lips and Chenle holds eye contact the entire time. Jisung pushes through the embarrassment and doesn’t look away, determined to not let his fear win out for once. Once he hits the back of Chenle’s throat, he clenches his eyes shut; it feels intense. Chenle’s throat is squeezing him and he really isn't going to last long. The idea of it’s so surreal and that pushes him toward the edge faster than anything else.
When he opens his eyes, Chenle is very determinedly focusing on breathing through his nose. “Y-You– have you done this before?”
Jisung’s not sure why he asked. He doesn’t want to know. If it’s anything other than no, he’s going to be hurt even though he has no right to be.
Chenle grimaces a bit, but otherwise doesn’t have the capacity to respond. He just encourages Jisung to thrust by gripping his hips and Jisung finally gets out of his own head when he feels Chenle lap at the underside as he pulls out.
He’s careful at first, extremely determined to not cause any pain despite what Chenle says, but then Chenle swallows around him on the fourth thrust and his hips stutter.
“Oh god, I’m gonna–”
Chenle hums and pinches his side. Jisung immediately pulls back.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes immediately. “You don’t have to do that anymore. Let me just–” Jisung goes to jack himself off to completion but Chenle grabs his other hand.
“No, I want you to come in my mouth. Just, give me a second to breathe.” He takes three determined deep breaths and before Jisung even has time to process he’s going down again. He wants to grab Chenle’s hair to ground himself, but Chenle has both of his hands in a death grip as he moves his head faster and faster, slurping obscenely when spit dribbles out of his mouth.
“Chenle, fuck. Feels too good. I’m going to come.”
Chenle looks up at him with fire in his eyes and that’s what sends him over. Unlike Jisung, he doesn’t start coughing when he swallows everything Jisung has to offer. And he can’t help the annoying, competitive streak in him from thinking next time, I won’t lose.
Chenle keeps going until Jisung’s pushing him back by the shoulders, overstimulated.
He makes a stupid show of opening his mouth and letting Jisung see the remaining cum in his mouth before swallowing it. Jisung’s not sure what takes over him, but he quickly sits up, pulling at Chenle’s pants until he can fit his hand inside to wrap around Chenle’s length.
“Oh god.” Chenle’s head falls to his shoulder, panting heavily.
Jisung does his absolute best to coax him through it with his voice, trying not to overthink what he’s saying.
He whispers the words lowly in Chenle’s ear, “That was so good. You’re crazy, for real, but I like that about you. I want you to come too. Can you do that for me?”
And like he was waiting for permission, he feels the sticky warmth hit his hand. Jisung considers dizzily that maybe he was waiting for it, thinking back to their phone call.
He lets Chenle recover on his shoulder, awkwardly stroking his back, not sure what the proper aftercare is supposed to be for this stuff. His dick’s still out, his sweats tying his legs together at the calves. Chenle has to be getting uncomfortable in his shorts too. Jisung certainly was when he sucked Chenle off that one time.
Eventually, Chenle looks up at him, eyes less dark, but face no less flushed. Pretty.
Then he’s kissing Jisung and it kickstarts his brain into a frenzy because he’s being kissed and just like in the practice room, there’s no real reason for them to be kissing now. His heart skips a beat and he tastes himself on Chenle’s tongue and it’s a little gross, but also a little hot. Jisung’s dazed when Chenle pulls away, but he doesn’t get the time to slow the beating of his heart before Chenle stands, going towards his room.
“Wait there, I’ll get you some new clothes and then we can take a nap. I’m exhausted.”
Jisung knows he has a stupid smile on his face, but he can’t help it. He puts his hands on his cheeks in an attempt to cool down, and quickly tries to school his expression into something normal (whatever that means now) when Chenle comes back.
They get dressed quickly and Chenle pulls Jisung’s arm when he’s hesitant to go back to Chenle’s room. Chenle flops down on the bed the way he does any other time, and that’s what finally puts Jisung at ease enough to lay next to him. They both have their arms strategically stretched so they don’t touch the other. It doesn’t feel awkward though, simply for comfort purposes.
Jisung gets lost in his own thoughts fairly easily. He doesn’t want to have the whole “what are we?” debate again in his head, but the idea of telling Chenle the truth actually makes bile rise in his throat. It’s the kind of quiet where Jisung would feel awkward breaking it by breathing too loudly.
“I-I haven’t by the way.”
Chenle breaks it anyway, loud as ever, and he almost laughs at his own ridiculousness. It’s never been like them to be so careful around each other.
Jisung’s trying to process the meaning of what Chenle’s said a few beats too late and looks over at him with furrowed brows instead.
“You asked if I’d done it before when we were-” and he pauses, and Jisung takes the opportunity to be so incredibly smug when Chenle doesn’t want to say it either. Chenle’s acting shy right now and for some reason, it’s comforting.
“-you know, but I h-haven’t done this with anyone else since we started.”
Jisung thinks he’s done, but Chenle is cursed to clarify himself to the point of too much. Jisung’s already blushing as it is.
“I did it a little bit in the past because it was fun, but since w-we’ve started doing this, I haven’t been with anyone else. So d-don’t–”
He’s stuttering in the way he does when he’s talking without thinking and Jisung has to cut him off because he might do something stupid like kiss him again.
“Chenle, it’s okay. I get it.”
“All I’m trying to say is-”
Jisung covers his face with his hands.
“-don’t worry so much.”
He shuts the lights off a second after he finishes talking and that’s the only reason Jisung knows Chenle’s embarrassed and doesn’t want him to see. Always the epitome of maturity.
Jisung lets out a shaky laugh that’s more like an exhale. Chenle’s only doing this with me. He doesn’t even care if he falls asleep, he’s perfectly content to stare at the ceiling grinning until his cheeks hurt.