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The feeling that comes with performing is an addicting one. It’s a kind of high that settles in your bones. It makes you feel like you're floating, and you forget how exhausted you really are. The hours spent in a boring, dull practice room don’t really matter anymore, and you get reminded what you really do this for. What you were meant to do all along.
They’ve just finished performing. Jeno feels like there’s a slight bounce to his steps, like if he tried hard enough he could jump and he’d be able to fly. The members are all still breathing heavily. He sees Haechan stick to Renjun from the corner of his eyes, patting him on the back. Everyone is smiling, relieved that the performance went so well.
“Well done!” Someone calls out to them. They bow blindly to whoever they come across in the small hallway on their way to the waiting room.
Jeno feels someone grab his hand and pull him away from the others. His first instinct is to panic, but he notices he gets pulled into a storage closet and there’s really only one person who would do such a thing. It happens so quickly his brain fails him for a few seconds, but then Jaemin’s standing in front of him and crowding him against the wall and Jeno’s overwhelmed with a sudden need to please.
He was planning to stay in the waiting room and the changing rooms and get home as soon as possible. He guesses Jaemin has other plans for them.
“Hi.” Jaemin whispers. “You looked so good out there, puppy. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“Yeah?” Jeno asks. Jaemin presses him further against the wall.
“Wanna fuck you so bad, puppy.” Jaemin mumbles. He kisses Jeno’s neck, not hard enough to leave any marks but hard enough to get Jeno going. Jaemin pulls Jeno’s shirt out of his jeans and his hands sneak underneath the fabric. Jaemin presses his finger to Jeno’s pierced nipples. Jeno gasps. He’d gotten them pierced not too long ago, so his nipples are now even more sensitive than they usually are.
“You do?” Jeno asks dumbly.
“Yeah.” Jaemin breathes. “Can I?”
“We’re really going to fuck in here? What if someone sees us?” He grabs Jaemin’s hips to pull him closer, completely going against his own words. Jaemin tends to have that effect on him.
“No one will find out as long as you keep quiet, baby. Can you do that for me?”
There’s already a haze forming in Jeno’s head, but he nods anyway. He can try.
“Good boy.” Jaemin breathes. “You’re so hot, Jeno. You drive me insane.”
“Then do something about it.” Jeno mutters. He grabs the back of Jaemin’s head and pulls him close in order to press their mouths together. “Fuck me.” He says against Jaemin’s lips.
Jaemin gasps. His hands clench at his sides and then he’s pulling Jeno’s shirt off completely. He folds it up haphazardly (this being a stage outfit and all that) and throws it off to the side as carefully as he can. Jaemin turns them around so he’s pressed against the wall instead. Jeno presses them close together and leans in to kiss Jaemin. They’re both still slightly out of breath. Jeno isn’t sure if it's from the performance or the knowledge of what’s to come.
Jaemin smells faintly of sweat, but there’s still that sweetness to his smell that’s so undeniably him. Jeno would like to get drunk on it.
Jaemin lets him kiss his lips, lick inside of his mouth. Jeno pulls away to kiss down Jaemin’s neck instead.
“Can I bite you?” Jeno asks. His face is still pressed against Jaemin’s neck so it comes out a little muffled.
Jaemin nods and chuckles lightly. He pulls Jeno back by his hair so he can pull his own jacket and shirt off. Jeno watches him with dark eyes.
“Not in plain sight.” Jaemin murmurs. Jeno nods. He starts kissing Jaemin’s neck again, just light little pecks. His kisses get more wet and open-mouthed the further he goes down. He pauses at a spot on Jaemin’s chest, a little below his collarbone. He pecks the skin and starts sucking, biting, long enough for there to be a mark left behind. He palms Jaemin’s clothed cock through his jeans, undoing the button so he can get in his underwear, to get to his cock.
Jaemin pulls him back up by his hair and smashes their lips together. He switches their positions once again and turns Jeno around so he’s facing the wall. Jeno undoes his own jeans quickly, hands fumbling, and then he pulls them down. They’re still pooling around his ankles. He hears Jaemin do the same behind him.
Jeno might regret this later on. There’s actually no way he won’t, but having Jaemin pressed so close against his body is doing things to him. There’s no way he’s going to be able to stay quiet. It’d be so easy for someone to find them here, to notice that two members are missing. It’d be so easy for someone to come looking for them.
It sends a chill down Jeno’s spine, and he finds himself arching his back a little. He hears Jaemin groan approvingly behind him.
“Pretty.” Jaemin murmurs. “There should be lube somewhere around here.” He says, and then he steps back from Jeno and rummages around the shelves.
“Why would there be lube here?” Jeno asks.
“Do you think we’re the only idols to ever do this?” Jaemin chuckles, then makes a small sound of victory and he pulls a bottle of lube out from a box.
“I didn’t know this was a regular occurence.” Jeno mumbles. Jaemin steps back behind him. Jaemin hums and then he slaps one of Jeno’s asscheeks.
“What did you do that for?” Jeno wheezes.
“I like your butt.” Jaemin says. “I like to appreciate it.”
Jeno lowers his head and arches his back a bit more. “Jaemin.” He mumbles.
“What is it, puppy?” Jaemin asks.
“Hurry.” Jeno whimpers.
“Aw,” Jaemin says. It doesn’t sound very sympathetic. “Impatient pup.”
“I’m not impatient,” Jeno argues. “I’m just worried someone will find us.”
“I think we both know it turns you on, baby.” Jaemin says. He squirts some lube onto his fingers. “Are you ready?”
Jeno nods. “I’ve been ready for a while now.” He grumbles. “Hurry up.”
“Don’t forget your manners, doll.” Jaemin murmurs. He squeezes Jeno’s ass with one of his hands, his lubed up fingers pressing against his rim.
“It’s a good thing we fucked last night,” Jaemin murmurs. He slides his first finger inside. “This would take a lot longer otherwise.”
Jeno nods and whimpers. “Yeah.”
“You’re such a desperate little puppy.” Jaemin mumbles. He thrusts his finger in and adds a second one a little too soon after the first. He must be just as desperate. Jeno doesn't mind — Jaemin knows this too. Jeno likes to feel the stretch.
“You look so pretty,” Jaemin comments. “Taking my fingers so well, hm?”
“Yeah,” Jeno moans. “You can add another, I can take it.”
Jaemin ponders on it for a bit. He picks up the pace of his fingers a little, spreading them apart. Jeno shivers. He starts whimpering.
“They’ll hear you if you keep making so much noise.” Jaemin says. He angles his fingers just right so they brush against a bundle of nerves. Jeno has to try really hard not to moan.
“You shit.” Jeno grumbles.
“I like seeing you try to stay quiet,” Jaemin says. “You always fail, pup.”
“J-just, hurry up, please.” Jeno whimpers.
“So impatient.” Jaemin says, but he obeys. He adds a third and final finger and starts fucking them inside. Jeno’s legs start shaking a little. He covers his mouth with his hand, trying to keep quiet. Jaemin tuts and pulls Jeno’s hand away from his mouth.
“Please,” Jeno starts. His voice cuts off in a moan. “Fuck me, I’m ready, Jaeminie, please .”
Jaemin surprisingly listens. He angles his fingers towards Jeno’s prostate once more, and then he pulls his fingers out.
“Are you okay?” Jaemin asks. He smooths his hands out over Jeno’s back.
“Yeah,” Jeno says. “Just very horny.”
Jeno is absolutely restless by this point. Jaemin spreads the remaining lube out on his length and presses his clean hand against the small of Jeno’s back, leaning him forward a bit. Jeno follows his lead without restraint.
“Gonna fuck you know, puppy, okay?”
Jeno whimpers and nods. “Yes.” He says. He places his hands on the wall in front of him.
Jaemin chuckles breathlessly, moving his hips forward to press his dick against Jeno’s hole. He really hopes no one will find them, it’s not like there’s a lock on this door.
But none of that matters anymore when Jaemin finally pushes his hips forward. He fills Jeno up, and the stretch is definitely there. They rushed too much with the prepping, but Jeno can’t find it in himself to care. It feels so fucking good , to be spread open like this. Jaemin wraps his arms around Jeno’s waist and pulls him up so his chest is pressed against Jeno’s back. His hands travel to Jeno’s piercings and he starts playing with them a little, rolling the piercings between his fingers.
“Please move.” Jeno begs. He’s too sensitive.
Jaemin does. He presses his face onto Jeno’s shoulder and starts moving his hips.
“Feels good,” Jeno murmurs. “Fuck, Jaeminie.”
Jaemin groans. “Yeah? You feel good too, pup. So tight and wet.”
“Only for you,” Jeno starts babbling. “Yours, am yours.”
“That’s right,” Jaemin groans. He picks up his face a little. His hands find their way back to Jeno’s nipples and he starts playing with the piercings, again . Jeno shakes a little. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying really hard to keep quiet. “You’re mine.” Jaemin says.
There’s footsteps coming from outside the door, probably another group passing by. They’re all talking quietly. Jaemin moves a little quicker, a little rougher. The sound of skin slapping together is loud enough for them to hear. Jeno whimpers.
“Jaeminie, Jaeminie,” Jeno begs wordlessly. “F-faster.”
“You need to stay quiet, pup,” Jaemin murmurs. He presses kisses to Jeno’s shoulder, slamming his hips forward. “Or do you want them to hear?”
Jeno whimpers again. That's not a no.
“What was that?” Jaemin whispers. He angles his hips a bit differently so he brushes up against Jeno’s prostate. Jeno does moan loudly this time. Jaemin panics a little, and in his horny, about-to-get-caught-state, he covers Jeno’s mouth with his hand.
“I want them to hear.” Jeno says suddenly. It comes out muffled because of Jaemin’s hand, but Jaemin hears it anyway. Jeno will be the death of him one day.
Jeno starts licking Jaemin’s palm, so Jaemin sticks two of his fingers inside of Jeno’s mouth instead. Jeno sucks them deeper inside, twirling his tongue around the digits until there’s spit dripping down his chin. Jaemin wishes he could see him, but Jeno is still facing the wall.
Jaemin’s other hand reaches down towards Jeno’s cock. It's hard and leaking precum. Jaemin wraps his hand around the length and tugs. Jeno cries out.
“Close?” Jaemin asks. He doesn’t need to ask. He can hear Jeno moan and can feel him clench around him, his cock pulsing.
Jeno nods anyway. Jaemin starts jerking him off, fucking up against his prostate. Jeno can feel the sweat gathering on their skin. It feels so fucking good, and before Jeno even fully regogises it, the knot in his belly unties and he’s coming in ribbons on the wall. Jaemin fucks him through it, jerking Jeno off until he’s whimpering in oversensitivity. Jeno pulls Jaemin’s hand away weakly and Jaemin pulls away completely, pulling out of Jeno with a wince.
He’s still fully hard, and Jeno must realize because the next thing he does is get on his knees in front of Jaemin.
“In my mouth, please.” Jeno asks. His eyes are glassy and there’s definitely spit drying on his chin. He looks beautiful.
Jeno opens his mouth wide, and Jaemin curses under his breath. He starts jerking himself off quickly, too impatient to savor this moment and look at Jeno like this a little longer. Jeno has always looked beautiful on his knees.
“I’m close.” Jaemin rasps. Jeno doesn’t do anything but close his eyes, awaiting the moment. Fuck .
It all ends soon after. It all gets a little too much, a little too intense, and then Jaemin cums. Jeno’s tongue lolls out of his mouth and Jaemin presses the head of his cock against the muscle. Jeno takes it all with a blissed out expression on his face. When Jaemin’s done, he simply swallows it all and smiles sweetly. Jaemin doesn’t understand how he does it. He knows for a fact his cum does not taste good.
Jaemin pushes that thought far away and he pulls Jeno up by his shoulders. He presses a kiss to his lips, and well… he was right. His cum tastes awful. It’s not like he cares when he’s got Jeno kissing him though. Jaemin pecks his nose, his cheeks, his forehead and the top of his head.
“Thank you for indulging me.” He murmurs.
Jeno chuckles. He wraps his arms around Jaemin’s waist. “I love you.” He murmurs.
“I love you too, puppy. You did so well. Let’s get dressed now, okay?”
Jeno nods. They get back into their stage outfits. Jeno pauses to inspect the damage he’s done to the wall, but Jaemin just shrugs and grabs a tissue. He cleans Jeno’s cum off the wall and they laugh about it.
Chenle is staring at them with wide eyes when they return. Most of the members are already dressed.
It’s not until they’re on their way home in the van, that Chenle says: “You know," He starts casually. "I walked past that storage closet earlier.”