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See, the thing about Johnny is that he never pays enough attention.
It didn’t just start recently, either, no. It was something that Johnny had to deal with the consequences of since he was little, never paying enough attention to most things. But he’s certain that he would have paid enough attention to know that his little brother was seeing someone. Especially when that someone happened to be Zhong Chenle.
Apparently not.
It’s why he feels blindsided when he comes home one day to see Chenle sitting on his couch. Nothing new, really. Chenle seemed to spend more time in Mark and Johnny’s apartment than his own, at least during the day.
He looks at home, as per usual, and Johnny squints a little to see that he’s hunched over what looks to be statistics and Johnny grimaces. He does not miss undergrad, and he definitely doesn’t miss stats. Hell, he barely survived the stupid class.
Still standing in the doorway, Chenle doesn’t appear to notice him, looking more and more frustrated the longer he stares down at the equations in his lap.
The way that Chenle lights up when Mark comes out of his room can only be explained by Him and Mark dating. Really, Johnny’s figured it all out. Maybe it hurts a little that Mark didn’t feel like he could come to him about it, though. Johnny frowns, and drops his gym bag a bit too aggressively, and it’s loud enough to get Mark and Chenle’s attention from the couch.
Johnny quickly smoothes his expression, forcing it to go lax and he smiles, despite his inner annoyance. It wouldn’t be fair to take it out on either of them when it's something that Johnny needs to get over. He really should learn to pay better attention.
“Dude, you’re home early!” Mark is the first to speak, voice cutting through the admittedly tense silence between the three of them like a knife. It’s doing that thing where he sounds like he’s embarrassed, but Johnny knows him better to know that it isn’t that, but instead his surprised voice.
Johnny’s hand comes up to the back up his neck almost unconsciously, and he catches himself a second too late, because Mark told him once before that it was his tell, somewhat of a nervous tic, if you will.
And now Mark is looking at him with questioning eyes, wondering what about this situation has Johnny nervous. Johnny will take it to his grave if he can avoid telling Mark that Chenle is the reason.
As expected, Mark’s eyes linger on where Johnny’s hand drops from his neck. He even tilts his head, and Johnny would think it makes him look like a puppy combined with his big eyes, but his mind is occupied with making sure that Mark doesn’t figure him out and call Johnny out in front of his boyfriend.
Yeah, Mark may be an idiot sometimes, but Johnny knows he can be sharp if he wants to be. And a chance to embarrass Johnny just so happens to be one of the times that Mark will not pass up the chance to put his braincells together. Anything in the name of being an annoying little brother. Johnny needs to take control of the situation, like, two minutes ago.
“Hah, um, yeah, I am. Hey,” is what Johnny’s stupid Chenle-addled brain can come up with, and this time Johnny successfully fights off the urge to pull at his ear. It’s another one of his nervous tics, and Mark won’t let it go as easily this time.
Mark squints at him, but thankfully, Chenle is the one that comes to Johnny’s rescue this time.
“Hey, hyung!” Chenle’s voice has a brightness to it, almost as though he’s happy seeing Johnny. Johnny does not dwell on that thought for his own sanity.
“Why’re you home already?” Goddammit Mark. Johnny wants to throw something at him. So he does. He grabs the nearest throwable item, which happens to be Johnny’s sweaty compression socks he was wearing at the gym, and aims for Mark’s face.
His younger brother screams in fear, only just narrowly dodging the smelly fabric, which is thankfully all it takes for the rest of the lingering tension to dissipate into the air, and instead chaos and yelling fills the air as Mark starts throwing things back.
Chenle is still sitting on the couch, laughing his ass off at the two and their antics, and he makes an offhanded comment about wishing he had siblings too because he would have loved to mess with them like this.
“You can bully Johnny hyung too, you know. The two of you might as well be brothers too with how much you’re over here,” and that, to Johnny, feels like a bucket of ice cold water being poured over his head, forcing him back to the reality where Mark and Chenle are dating.
With that putting a damper on his mood once more, Johnny decides to take his leave. He mumbles out a quiet ‘see you guys later’ and shuffles to his room, dropping onto his bed once he has the door closed behind him.
Johnny groans into his pillow and wonders why his attention span began and ended with Chenle when he was just out of Johnny’s reach. He doesn’t leave his room for the rest of the night, and neither of the two boys in the living room come looking for him, and that is that.
Johnny needs to get it together.
Johnny is humming to himself as he makes his way into the kitchen, attention entirely on his phone in his hand. He really should have been paying attention to his surroundings because the next thing Johnny knows, he’s on his ass in the small kitchen
Johnny is in the kitchen getting water when Chenle comes in, presumably for the same thing, since he picks up a glass that’s sitting in the drying rack on the counter.
“Hi, hyung,” Johnny hums, still focused on his phone and pretending that Chenle isn’t right fucking there. If he acts nonchalant, then maybe all these feelings he’s been having will go the fuck away.
Perhaps Johnny should have been paying attention, though, because Mark comes into the kitchen a moment later, and Chenle is abandoning the (still empty) glass on the counter to turn his body towards Mark
“Hi oppa,” Johnny’s head snaps to where Chenle is now smiling wide, but he’s looking at Mark, and Johnny feels violent as he grabs his now full glass of water, fully ready to lock himself back in his room.
Mark meets Johnny’s eye and his entire face is a bright red. He blinks several times in embarrassment before looking back at Chenle
“Aegi,” Mark whines at Chenle, voice high and Johnny’s grip on the glass is so tight that he’s surprised it doesn’t shatter in his hand.
“Yeah, hyung?” Chenle’s breathy voice is all it takes for Johnny to practically run back to his room.
Slamming the door shut, Johnny nearly spills the glass of water he worked so hard to get when he puts it down. Swallowing, Johnny tries his best to even out his breathing, frustration brewing as all the blood in his body rushes down to his cock.
It’s with herculean effort that Johnny doesn’t allow himself to touch, because that would only affirm the fact that he’s a pervert who can’t stop thinking about his brother’s boyfriend.
He lays down, and somehow, Johnny manages to fall asleep without touching himself to the memory of Chenle saying oppa.
Of course, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t come to haunt him in his dreams.
Johnny has no idea how they got here, with Chenle kneeling in front of him, looking even smaller than Johnny knows he is, and Johnny’s cock throbs in the confines of his sweats.
“Oppa, please, fuck me,” Chenle stares up at Johnny through his lashes, eyes wide and pouting all prettily.
Johnny presses his thumb against Chenle’s lower lip, and the younger sucks it into his mouth, eyes crossing and going glassy. He sucks on Johnny’s thumb as he would suck cock, making a mess and spit dripping out of his mouth and down his chin and–
Johnny wakes up to wetness in his boxers and shame flooding his body. He really needs to get it together.
It’s when he and Mark are sitting in the living room watching a movie that Johnny’s world tilts on its axis.
They’re silent, paying rapt attention to the admittedly boring movie that Mark insisted on watching, and Johnny, being the good older brother he is, gave in.
“Do you like Chenle?” Johnny startles, the sound of Mark’s voice loud in the quiet that has blanketed the movie. It takes a couple of seconds for the words to sink in.
Johnny turns his head towards Mark, furrowing his brow.
“Of course I like Chenle. Why wouldn’t I like him?”
Mark turns to meet Johnny’s eyes then.
“Then why haven’t you made a move on him yet?” Johnny’s face twists in confusion.
“Mark, I’m not gonna make a move on your boyfriend.”
Mark’s face also twists in confusion, with a hint of disgust, and if Johnny weren’t so concerned about the fact that his younger brother just asked him why he hasn’t made a move on his literal boyfriend, he would have laughed in his face at how stupid he looks.
It takes another two minutes of silence stretching between them, with Mark’s mouth opening and closing several times, before he properly responds. Johnny begins to wonder if he somehow offended Mark by saying that he didn’t like Chenle like that, and he finds himself growing more and more confused the longer Mark doesn’t say anything.
But finally, finally, Mark is breaking the silence, and he’s laughing. Johnny has never felt more confused in his life. So much for paying attention.
“Mark, what the fuck,” Johnny whines, growing annoyed the longer Mark laughs at him.
“Dude, Chenle and I– we aren’t dating,” Mark manages to get the words out between giggles, and Johnny’s jaw is on the fucking floor.
“Huh?” Is the only response that Johnny can come up with, and it only serves to make Mark’s giggles pick back up. He’s not quite sure he heard Mark correctly, but he’s an expert in Mark speak, and he knows what he heard is in fact what Mark said, but he needs Mark to repeat himself because there’s no way that Johnny got things wrong after paying attention.
It takes several more moments before Mark’s giggles are finally dying down, and Johnny pouts at him. He doesn’t know whether to be mad at himself for being so dumb or at Mark for not telling him.
“Dude. I do have a boyfriend,” Johnny’s brows knit together again. “But it is not Chenle. God, no,” Mark makes a face of disgust and Johnny is still sitting there with his mouth hanging open.
Johnny’s confused brain floods with all the times he saw Mark and Chenle interacting, and he finds that each time that he was certain they were dating is able to be explained away by circumstance. The pieces slowly begin to fall into place, and he realizes that he never saw them do anything beyond what might be considered a bro hug.
“What the fuck,” Johnny says it more like a statement than a question and Mark laughs again. And then, belatedly–
“Who the fuck?!” So his brother is dating someone? And he still didn’t tell Johnny? Literally what the fuck, Johnny is going to kill him. Mark at least has enough self-preservation to look sheepish as he realizes that Johnny isn’t happy with being kept out of the loop.
“Uh, you know Noah?” Johnny whips his head towards Mark, brows shooting up to his hairline.
“Noah?! The comp sci major that’s always with Jisung?!” Johnny feels even more blindsided than before, momentarily forgetting that he just found out that his little brother is not in fact dating the object of his nastiest fantasies.
Mark has the nerve to avert his eyes and Johnny doesn’t miss the way his face goes pink.
“No fucking way, dude. How long?”
“Like, a year.”
God, Johnny really does fucking suck at paying attention. And he was actually trying this time! It doesn’t change the fact that he kind of wants to throttle Mark right now, though. Mark speaks again before Johnny has the chance.
“Chenle is single, by the way. In case you were wondering,” Johnny meets Mark’s eyes and he sees a flash of something knowing that he isn’t ready to unpack because hearing that Chenle is single from someone so close to him means that it has to be real.
Then again, Johnny can’t be entirely sure until he hears it from Chenle himself, because he doesn’t think that he can trust his brother all that much right now, even if he was the one who thought they were dating. It turns out that Johnny is also pretty stupid.
At the end of it all, he knows that he needs to talk to Chenle, to hear it come from his mouth, and the thought paralyzes him, leading Johnny to a part of his brain that he’s been keeping under lock and key because he wasn’t so fucked up that he would act upon his fantasies for his brother’s boyfriend. But now, upon learning that they aren’t dating, and that Chenle is apparently single, and very available, Johnny is terrified, because what if Chenle doesn’t even want Johnny like that?
“Dude, stop overthinking it,” Mark pulls Johnny out of his spiral. “Have you not seen the way that Chenle looks at you?” And no, Johnny has not.
“No?” His response comes out as a question, because he had spent the last however many months trying to be respectful of his brother’s not-relationship with Chenle, and Johnny forced himself to keep his eyes away from Chenle, for the sake of everyone involved. Johnny knew himself well enough to know that the possibility of fantasizing about Chenle while in front of him, and that’s something that even Johnny wouldn’t be able to live down.
He would have to go into the forest and kill himself so that he wouldn’t have to live with the memory of Mark and Chenle looking at him with disgust at his inability to be normal.
Mark groans, and reaches a hand up to flick Johnny’s forehead.
“God, you really are stupid.”
“Hey!” Johnny grabs a pillow to throw at Mark, who easily dodges it, and Johnny’s jaw tenses, annoyance seeping into his body.
“Watch your mouth around your elders,” and Johnny really should have expected the words that came out of Mark’s mouth next, especially by the way Mark’s mouth twisted into a tiny smirk and his eyes flashed with something that told Johnny he was about to say something that would piss him off.
“You know, Chenle does like older men, in case you haven’t noticed,” Johnny’s eye twitches, but Mark isn’t done yet. “Considering you’re, you know. Older,” Mark stands then, already making his escape before Johnny can react.
“Shut the fuck up, I’m not that old!” Johnny lunges off the couch at his younger brother, but Mark is faster, already halfway to his room, laughing loudly. Johnny knows that he set himself up for the comment, but still.
He hears Mark’s bedroom door slam shut, and Johnny drops back onto the couch, the movie completely forgotten. Whatever. He’ll get Mark back for it later. And maybe embarrass him in front of Noah or something. Yeah, that would work.
Johnny’s head falls onto the back of the couch and he groans, all adrenaline from the last ten minutes leaving his body. His mind starts getting occupied with all the time that he and Chenle were in the same room together. And sure, Johnny wasn’t exactly… oblivious (even though Mark will argue otherwise), but he’s sure that he would’ve noticed Chenle’s eyes on him at some point. But of course, Johnny’s stupid monkey brain can’t come up with a single time where that happened to be the case.
He’s spent so much time avoiding Chenle’s eyes in the name of being respectful that Johnny realizes that it has hindered his ability to see what Mark said about Chenle always looking. For him. God, Johnny really does hate himself sometimes.
Johnny doesn’t know how long he spends sitting on the couch wallowing in his newfound self-pity, but eventually, he drags his exhausted body up and to his room to go to bed.
He definitely doesn’t spend the next hour fantasizing about Chenle. Definitely not.
The next time Johnny sees Chenle, he’s out at the bar at Mark’s insistence. He pointedly didn’t ask if Chenle would be there, but he knew that the pretty boy would probably be there, because Mark seemed to be extra insistent that Johnny go out with him.
Johnny doesn’t know what to expect, so he just throws on one of his satin button downs from before he graduated, and he leaves it half unbuttoned, going for the sexy casual look. Just in case he decides to go home with someone. Definitely not hoping that that someone is Chenle. At least Mark doesn’t tease him about it.
When they arrive at the bar, it doesn’t take long for them to find their group of friends occupying one of the high tops near the back. Johnny feels himself beginning to relax when a drink is pressed into his hand by Jungwoo.
He greets the rest of his friends who cheer at the sight of him. God, it really has been forever since Johnny’s gone out if they’re this excited to see him.
Chenle is nowhere to be found at the table, but Johnny doesn’t let that deter him. Chenle being here or not, Johnny will not let that stop him from having a good time with his friends tonight.
But, of course, Johnny spoke too soon, because Chenle is suddenly there, trailing behind Noah and Ten who have a round of shots for their table. The sight of the pretty boy paralyzes Johnny in his spot, and he hardly reacts to the shot that’s placed in front of him because Chenle is staring back at Johnny.
Chenle has a mischievous glint in his eye as he raises a brow at Johnny, and suddenly, Johnny is staring at the line of pale, unmarred skin, throat going dry when Chenle’s Adam's apple bobs as he swallows the shot.
Johnny blinks back to the present when he feels himself being shoved, not unkindly, by Mark.
“Can you be normal for once?” Mark hisses out, whispering the words so only Johnny will hear. It isn’t hard to, not with all the noise surrounding them in the bar. Mark scoffs when Johnny has the audacity to roll his eyes at him, and Johnny has half a mind to do aegyo or something, anything to annoy Mark further, but he’s immediately distracted by a cold hand that wraps itself around his wrist.
Johnny blinks and looks to his right to find Chenle looking up at him with a pout, and suddenly Johnny’s breath is caught in his throat because Chenle is right there. With his hand on Johnny. The point of contact has Johnny’s mind reeling, and he can’t help but notice how small Chenle’s hand looks, and with that realization, comes the thought that Johnny is definitely too big for Chenle to hold in one hand.
The thought is brief, but it still plants itself in Johnny’s mind like a seed, roots taking hold so that it can’t be ripped away easily.
“Hyung,” Chenle’s voice comes out a quiet whine and Johnny has to bite back his response, because would it not be insane for him to respond with ‘yeah, baby? What do you want from hyung, hm?’ in front of his friends? Though, Johnny’s lack of attention for anyone that isn’t Chenle is probably telling enough, but he doesn’t really care.
He just hums so Chenle knows he’s listening.
“Come with me to get a drink,” Chenle says, and without waiting for a response, he tugs at Johnny’s wrist to get him to move. Johnny goes easily, allowing himself to be led away from his group of friends. He can almost hear Mark’s teasing in his ears despite being far enough that the laughter from their friends is drowned out by the other patrons.
The bar is crowded, and Johnny wonders how long he and Chenle will be stuck waiting, but Chenle just does a quick scan before tightening his hold on Johnny and pushes his way to an area that had just enough space for the two of them. In doing so, however, Johnny has to press his front against Chenle’s back so they wouldn’t get separated.
Finally, Chenle reaches the front and he takes the vacant seat he finds there, turning towards Johnny, and Johnny has to even out his breathing, because Chenle’s eyes are sparkling and it’s directed at Johnny.
He’s pulling out his wallet before he can think.
“What do you want?” Chenle tilts his head, pretending to think for a moment, and Johnny thinks he looks so fucking cute. His fingers ache with the need to squeeze him.
“A godfather,” Chenle smiles up at him and Johnny’s heart skips a few beats. He ignores it, instead raising a brow at him, and Chenle’s smile doesn’t falter, only turning away when the bartender appears in front of them.
Chenle repeats what he said to Johnny, and Johnny, with his mind entirely stuck on ChenleChenleChenle, misses when the bartender looks towards him for what he wants. He snaps out of it when he hears Chenle answer for him.
“He’ll just have a beer,” and Chenle’s fingers are curling around Johnny’s, causing it to go blank, empty of all thoughts. Johnny thinks that Chenle is going to hold his hand or something, but the touch is gone soon enough, and his hand feels emptier than before. He looks down to see that his wallet is no longer in his hand, but instead in Chenle’s, and his pulse quickens when he sees that Chenle is pulling out one of his credit cards as if it’s his own money.
The bartender quickly returns with Johnny’s card, a receipt, and a pen. She hands it to Chenle, who just looks at Johnny. The look spurs Johnny into moving, taking the pen and receipt to sign. He doesn’t miss the way that Chenle’s eyes linger on his hands, and maybe Johnny spends way too long pretending to calculate a tip in his head before slowly signing his name. The next time he looks at Chenle, his mouth is open and his eyes appear more hazy than before.
Soon enough, their drinks are set down in front of them, and they finally have a moment of privacy as the bartender moves to the other side of the bar.
Johnny and Chenle stay there, with Johnny’s large frame blocking Chenle’s view of most of the bar now that he’s turned his entire body in the stool.
They sip at their drinks in silence for a few moments, just watching each other, until Johnny finally finds enough nerve to speak, thinking about how Mark told him that Chenle was always looking at him. Now or never. .
“Have you always been looking at me, hm?” Johnny takes another sip of his beer, eyes on Chenle the entire time. The younger preens at the attention.
“Never paid enough attention. Was always looking for you, hyung,” Chenle bites his lip and looks up at Johnny through his lashes, and Johnny curses. He has to close his eyes for a moment before he bends Chenle over in front of the entire bar. Something tells him that Chenle would like that, though, and Johnny files the thought away for later before he actually does it.
“You little fucking minx. Everything you did, that was all to get my attention?”
Chenle’s cheekbones are pink in the dim lighting of the bar, and he looks down at his drink momentarily before looking back at Johnny with dark eyes.
“Yeah, hyung. Was waiting for you to notice I wanted you,” the tip of his tongue comes out to lick at his lip, just for a second, but Johnny watches, entranced by the muscle.
Johnny hums in lieu of response and just stares. It seems to make Chenle restless where he still sits in the barstool, and he begins losing his nerve, eyes dropping from Johnny’s face and his ears burning red.
“Well, you’ve got my attention now, pretty. Are you gonna do something about it?” Johnny raises a brow when Chenle’s eyes fly back up to his face, widened a fraction in surprise. He probably didn’t think he would get this far, Johnny thinks, and it makes his stomach flip with anticipation. He didn’t think he would get this far either, so that makes two of them.
Chenle takes a fraction of a second to respond, eyes darkening as he asks:
“My place or yours?”
They can’t keep their hands off each other the entire taxi ride back to Johnny’s apartment. A large hand wrapped around Chenle’s thigh, possessive. A body hugging Johnny’s arm to its own. Fingers moving up Chenle’s leg, slow, to the place Chenle wants Johnny to touch the most.
Nothing incriminating happens. Johnny wants to save it for the privacy of his apartment, and not even Chenle’s pout will make him change his mind. He’s waited months for this. Five more minutes can’t hurt.
Another two minutes and Johnny is dragging Chenle out of the taxi, probably throwing way too much money at the driver, but he doesn’t care. He’s so fucking close to having Chenle right where he wants him, and his patience is wearing thin, ready to snap at any moment.
The moment the apartment door closes behind them, Johnny is crowding Chenle back against it, hands finally touching more, moving freely across Chenle’s body. He leans down, pressing his face into Chenle’s neck, inhaling the fading cologne he’s grown obsessed with.
Chenle sighs against him, dropping his head back on the door to give Johnny more room. Johnny is suddenly overcome with the overwhelming need to taste , and so he does. His tongue flicks out, licking Chenle’s pulse point for a moment, and his skin is so salty and musky and Johnny can’t get enough.
He hasn’t even kissed Chenle yet and Chenle is panting against him like they’ve been making out for hours. Johnny is obsessed.
Johnny licks a fat stripe up the column of Chenle’s throat and Chenle, honest to god, fucking mewls. Johnny feels dizzy. He needs to kiss him. Johnny trails over Chenle’s jawline, licking and lightly sucking his way to Chenle’s mouth. One of his hands comes up to cup Chenle’s face, and he uses it to tilt Chenle’s mouth towards his own.
Finally, finally, Johnny and Chenle are kissing, and for a moment it remains chaste, until Chenle’s mouth opens on a gasp and Johnny’s tongue is dipping inside, licking at Chenle’s teeth. His hands are groping all over Johnny’s body, squeezing at his muscles, and Johnny pulls him in by the hips.
Chenle breaks the kiss then, to moan when his clothed cock brushes Johnny’s, head falling back against the door again, harder this time.
Johnny shifts to press a thigh between Chenle’s legs, and Chenle can’t stop his hips from jerking forward, chasing the delicious feeling. Chenle’s nails dig into Johnny’s shoulder as he rolls his hips, eyes closing as he uses Johnny to get himself off.
But then the pressure is gone all too soon, and Chenle is crying out, already ready to beg Johnny to let him get off like this if it’s the only way he can have Johnny.
“Not like this baby,” Chenle shudders as Johnny nips at his ear. “Wanna see you cum all over my cock.” The filthy words are whispered right into Chenle’s ear, and he couldn’t have missed them if he tried.
It has Chenle whining, nodding his head in agreeance, wanting just that, to have Johnny in his fucking guts.
The next few minutes are a blur, and Chenle somehow loses all his clothes before they even make it to Johnny’s room. Johnny can’t stop kissing him, ready to unhinge his jaw and swallow him whole. He tastes so good.
They finally make it in Johnny’s room, and as soon as they’re close enough, Johnny pushes Chenle back on the bed, following with a knee to hold himself up.
“Fuck, baby, you’re– you’re so fucking tiny, my god,” Johnny groans out, feeling dizzy at the sight of a naked Chenle in his bed. Johnny allows his hands to wander, seeing how big his hands look on Chenle’s body. They immediately gravitate towards Chenle’s small waist, and Johnny can’t help but wrap his hands around it, whispering an awed “shit, baby,” upon realizing that the tips of his fingers are touching.
Chenle arches into the touch, whining as Johnny takes his time to stare, because it feels like Johnny isn’t doing anything. But Johnny is steeling himself for what comes next, and his brain provides him with the thought that Chenle may be small enough that his stomach will bulge once Johnny is stuffed deep inside of him. He has to close his eyes for a second, fingers unintentionally squeezing the skin of Chenle’s waist, only opening them again when Chenle whimpers below him.
“Please, hyung. You too– please,” and if Johnny knew that Chenle would beg for him so prettily, he would have done this a lot sooner. His hands move away from Chenle’s waist, touching wherever they can reach. He doesn’t ever want to stop touching him, not with the way his touch leaves a pretty pink flush in its wake.
“Yeah, baby? Want me naked too? Wanna see how tiny you are compared to me?” Johnny can’t help but tease, to push Chenle to see how far he can go.
Chenle seems to like it, biting his lip and nodding his head as he stares up at Johnny, already looking fucked out. God, he was going to kill Johnny, and Johnny will gladly die at the hands of Zhong Chenle.
But not until Johnny gets his cock inside him.
Though he loves seeing Chenle at a loss for words, he still wants to hear it from the younger.
“Gotta tell me, baby, give me words, yeah?” Chenle’s eyes go glassy, and Johnny thinks he’s never wanted anyone so badly in his life.
“P–please, hyung–” Chenle hiccups. “--wan’ it, wan’ that s’ bad, need your cock,” the words come out a slurred mess, and Johnny knows it’s not from the drinks they had earlier. Johnny feels himself leak more, smearing all over the inside of his jeans, and he knows there’s a wet spot.
They’re going to be ruined if he doesn’t get them off sometime soon, but Johnny can’t find it in himself to care when he finally has Chenle begging for his cock. Okay, maybe he does care, because his cock twitches at the thought of being buried deep inside of Chenle.
He has to give himself a squeeze, shuddering when the zipper of his jeans presses into the head of his cock almost painfully. It feels so fucking good, and if he doesn’t get his jeans off in the next ten seconds, Johnny might explode.
Chenle’s eyes follow the movement of Johnny’s hand, eyeing the bulging fabric. His want is so blatant, and he’s so far gone already that it’s making Johnny delirious. He’s on his way to being right there with Chenle.
Johnny finally peels his jeans down his legs, freeing his cock from the confines of the denim, and he hears Chenle whisper a quiet “oh fuck, hyung” under his breath. He doesn’t pay attention to where they end up in the room, all of it back on Chenle once he’s back to his full height.
He crawls onto the bed over Chenle, pressing kisses all the way up to Chenle’s slick mouth. Johnny shoves his tongue in Chenle’s mouth, pressing their bodies together. Chenle arches up into Johnny and Johnny has to reach a hand down to press Chenle back against the bed.
Unable to hold back for much longer, Johnny skips past his usual teasing and blindly reaches for his bedside drawer to pull out lube and a condom, unwilling to pull away from Chenle’s mouth unless absolutely necessary. He coats three of his fingers in the lube, and only then does Johnny pull back from the kiss, if only to watch Chenle’s expression as he stretches him, not wanting to miss a thing.
Johnny makes quick work of fingering Chenle open, presses four fingers in until Chenle is practically begging for Johnny to just fuck me already, please. Johnny groans, head dropping back as he thinks about how he can’t believe he finally has Chenle in his sheets, about how he’s going to fuck him, about how Chenle is begging Johnny to fuck him.
“N–no condom, please, Johnny, don’ need one,” Chenle practically sobs out, and Johnny bites his lip, his cock throbbing. Chenle is so fucking shameless. Johnny can’t get enough.
“God, baby– Chenle, fuck, are you sure?” Johnny is at a loss for words, and he presses the tip of his cock to Chenle’s rim. He doesn’t move, doesn’t start pushing in. Not yet. He wants to see if Chenle begs for it again, and Chenle doesn’t make him wait long. Johnny can almost see the way that Chenle practically snaps.
“Hyung, please , need your cock, been so good for you,” and that he has been.
“Fuck, baby, yeah you have been. Been so fucking good this whole time, gonna fuck you like you deserve,” Johnny inhales, steeling himself and then he starts pushing, already feeling lightheaded. God, even with four fingers, Chenle was still so fucking tight. Johnny has a feeling that he isn’t going to last very long.
He goes slow, having to stop a few times when Chenle clenches around him, making it impossible for Johnny to continue. But then his hips are flush against Chenle’s ass after what feels like forever, and Johnny rubs circles into his hipbone, trying to get Chenle to relax.
Chenle’s brows are pinched together, eyes screwed shut as he tries to relax. His breathing is shallow, mouth open, and Johnny has the thought to get Chenle’s mouth on him the next time they’re together.
“P–please, hyung, fuc–fuck me, please,” and who is Johnny to deny Chenle what he asks for. Especially when he asks so nicely. He doesn’t give Chenle any warning at all, the only warning being the way his hands tighten around Chenle’s waist to hold him still as Johnny pulls out nearly the entire way, and then Chenle chokes on a moan when Johnny starts with slow, but deep thrusts.
Chenle gasps on every upstroke, pretty voice caught with moans.
It doesn’t take long for Johnny to build up a faster rhythm, whines and moans increasing in volume, and Johnny could care less about the noise complaints he knows he’s going to get from the neighbors.
Johnny chooses that moment to look away from Chenle’s red face and what he sees immediately makes his hips falter in their movement.
“Fucking hell, Chenle,” Johnny grits out, throat scratchy and rough. Chenle keens from the sound of it, back arching. The action allows for Johnny’s cock to press even deeper inside of Chenle and in turn, the bulge of Johnny’s cock in Chenle’s stomach is more visible.
“Baby, look, shit, taking me so well, yeah?” Johnny takes one of Chenle’s hands and drags it down his body to press it against where his stomach is bulging, the skin being pulled taut. Chenle’s eyes follow their joined hands and whines upon seeing Johnny in his fucking stomach.
Chenle’s eyes roll back for a moment before he forces them back down, transfixed with the way he see whenever Johnny fucks his cock back into him. His jaw goes slack, and Johnny’s hips move even faster upon seeing the reaction, thrusts growing sloppy.
Chenle also seems to be on the edge with Johnny, because he starts whining again, letting out little ah ah ah’s, and Johnny needs to make him make a mess of himself.
“G–gonna cum, hngh, hyung, please,” he reaches for his cock that’s been bobbing pathetically the entire time, but Johnny catches his wrist and holds it against the bed. Chenle’s eyes are wet, and Johnny curses under his breath. Is he going to cry? God, Chenle really is perfect for him.
“Want you to cum on my cock, baby– fuck– you can do that for me, yeah?” Johnny is breathless, feeling dizzy at the lack of air. But he can’t stop, not when both he and Chenle are so close to the edge.
Johnny adjusts the angle of his hips slightly, to find that spot inside of Chenle again, and he gets it right on the first try, because Chenle’s body is suddenly reacting, back bowing at a near dangerous angle. The next time Johnny looks at Chenle’s face, there are tears spilling down his cheeks.
The sight of it makes Johnny’s hips stutter again, and with one more brush against his prostate, Chenle is cumming, ropes of white shooting from his cock between their sweaty bodies. He keens loudly as he cums, clenching around Johnny’s cock tightly.
Johnny hisses and grinds his hips forward with what little movement he’s granted and one of Chenle’s hands reaches up to grope his chest. A finger brushes one of Johnny’s nipples and he’s grinding his hips deeper inside of Chenle before he’s cumming, hips jerking with tiny aborted movements as he gives Chenle everything he has.
“Oh– fuck, hyu–ng,” Chenle whimpers and his eyes roll back again. Johnny hangs his head as Chenle practically fucking milks him, hole spasming around Johnny’s cock like he can’t decide if he wants Johnny to stay inside of him or not.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Johnny can feel his cock going soft and his hips cease their movements against Chenle’s ass. Instead of pulling out, though, he falls atop Chenle, melting into the warm, sweaty skin. Johnny ignores the cum that sticks to his body and nuzzles his face into Chenle’s chest.
They both lay there for several minutes, breathing heavily. At some point Johnny feels Chenle’s fingers in his hair, and Johnny sighs, content. He could fall asleep like this, but the feeling of drying cum and his cock still being in Chenle have him groaning as he lifts his body up and off of Chenle.
Johnny thinks that Chenle’s eyes might’ve been closed this entire time, because he has a faraway look in his eyes when he opens them to see where Johnny is going. He makes a tiny noise of protest when Johnny’s cock drags against his sensitive rim, but Johnny just coos at him, assuring him that they’ll feel so much better once they’ve cleaned up.
Chenle doesn’t stop complaining until Johnny leaves a chaste kiss on his lips, and only then does he let Johnny leave the bed. He still pouts the entire time Johnny is cleaning him with a wet washcloth, though. Johnny pauses to raise a brow at Chenle at a loud whine
“Almost done, sweetheart, just another minute, alright?” Chenle frowns, and a tiny voice in the back of Johnny’s mind that sounds a lot like Mark screams whipped when he leans down to kiss the frown off of his face.
Chenle stays quiet after that, letting Johnny do whatever just to make him come back to bed faster.
He’s back in bed not even a minute later and Chenle is wrapping himself around Johnny like a koala, settling his head on Johnny’s chest like he belongs there. Johnny thinks he does.
The room is quiet, save for the sound of their breathing, until Chenle nuzzles his cheek against Johnny’s pectoral like a cat before speaking.
“Thank you for finally paying attention to me, hyung,”
Johnny thanks himself too.