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“Yangyang! I’m here,” Chenle called flatly, wiggling the spare key to Yangyang and Jeno’s apartment out of the lock and kicking the door closed with his heel.
No answer. Chenle rolled his eyes, toeing out of his shoes before trudging toward the kitchen.
“Hello? Anybody?” he sang with forced cheer, glancing around the counter just in case Yangyang had left his card there. Lots of junk, random bills, but no credit card. He sighed louder, peeking down the hall when he thought he heard a thump and some shuffling. “Are you hiding from me? Very fucking funny. I know your ass bought more than one round of drinks on me, I still get the alerts, asshole. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
To be fair (as if they deserved it), it was already Wednesday. Four whole days had passed since he’d left Yangyang in charge of retrieving his stupid credit card because it wasn’t like he didn’t have others… But Chenle had messaged his ass two hours ago saying that he was coming by. It was supposed to be in and out – a brief pitstop on his way to play one on one with Mark. Whatever.
He whipped his head around when he heard a door slam shut, locking with a click. Yangyang’s door was still wide open at the far end of the hall. Oh shit, Jeno must be home.
For some reason Chenle thought he worked Wednesdays.
His phone buzzed in his pocket before he had a chance to consider it further. He fished it out, snorting with a roll of his eyes. Yangyang.
‘hey man, had to step out for an important meeting 🍃 with hendery’
‘but i made sure to leave your shit out’
‘i’s right on my dresser next to lucky cat and my party lighter’
Chenle tsked, shoving his phone back into his pocket. So that’s how it was.
He dragged his fingers across Jeno’s door as he passed, pausing just long enough to give it a scratch and a couple knocks with his knuckles before continuing on his way,
“What the hell Jen, no greeting? Couldn’t even say hi?” he teased. Jeno made a wordless noise and Chenle just scoffed. His friends sucked.
Yangyang’s room was a disaster, as usual, but luckily Chenle was familiar enough with it to avoid touching anything too rank or questionable. He made it to the dresser – less cluttered than the floor at least – instantly spotting the lucky cat and thus, his card. Chenle picked up Yangyang’s ‘party lighter’ to examine. It was covered in cheesy birthday balloons and confetti and streamers. Chenle snorted again, shaking his head.
What a loser.
Chenle pocketed the lighter out of spite, tucking his card back into his wallet before wading once again across the treacherous waters of Yangyang’s floor. He glanced around the hallway. Jeno’s door was still closed. Chenle pursed his lips out thoughtfully. He leaned his weight on one foot, then the other.
Yep, he felt like causing problems on purpose.
“Hey, come on. You losers were drinking on my dime all night, the least you could give me is attention,” he called snottily, leaning his chest against Jeno’s locked door as he smacked it incessantly with open palms. “I left early, didn’t you miss me? Don’t you wanna see my beautiful face? Come on~”
Jeno made a weird wounded noise. Chenle frowned. He sounded pretty close.
“Are you just crouched there in the dark hiding from me?” he asked, unimpressed. When he didn’t get a response, he pounded a few more times before pressing his ear to the door.
There was this weird buzzing. He moved away just as the door unlocked with a click.
The dawning realization hit Chenle at roughly the same rate that the door swung open. His eyes followed the motion and he watched in horrified fascination as Jeno came into view. He was crouched on the ground and the door hit his knee, coming to a stop.
He was completely naked, holding onto the handle for dear life, face pulled tight with effort and. Effort as he looked up at Chenle desperately. Ah. Apologetically.
They blinked at each other.
“Jen, what the hell-” he started, taking a step around the door. There was Jeno in all his glory now – hard cock bobbing untouched as he furiously worked the thin black wand sticking out between his legs.
Holy fucking shit.
“Lele,” Jeno gasped out weakly, gazing up at him unblinking, mouth open, panting. What the fuck. Chenle’s face must look like a stop light – suddenly he was sweating in his basketball gear. “Fuck, I’m-”
Jeno shuddered, losing his grip on the door handle and falling to his knees. Chenle was staring as he held himself up with shaky arms, huffing to catch his breath. Chenle could see little tremors up and down Jeno’s back as his muscles clenched and relaxed. He reached down to fumble the vibrator off. Finally he threw himself onto his side on his bedroom carpet, tossing one arm over his face as his breathing evened out. He was watching Chenle carefully with one eye barely peeking out.
“You-” Chenle started, clearing his throat when it came out creaky and unnatural. His heart pounding in his ears made it hard to concentrate. Jeno lying naked on the floor made it hard to concentrate. “You didn’t have to open the door. I didn’t know you were… masturbating, you could have just-”
“I’m sorry,” Jeno said, scrambling upright. Chenle’s stomach did a backflip when he crawled foreward on his knees, grabbing at Chenle's clothes desperately. His cock was still hard, holy fuck, and the toy up his ass wobbled between his legs as he moved. “I didn’t know you were coming, I swear. Yang’ng left, so I thought I had the whole afternoon to myself but when I heard you barge in- I mean, I- When I heard your voice, it was like…”
“My voice?” Chenle squeaked, pressing a hand to his chest in utter shock. He blinked rapidly, staring blankly over Jeno's head at the far wall. His stomach was twisted in knots and Jeno was so hot, like so fucking hot, right there on his knees and Chenle’s dick found it all very confusing and hard to ignore. Jeno seemed to notice this.
He perked up like a puppy with a treat. Chenle was in danger.
“Here! I’ll make it up to you,” he declared, yanking Chenle around by the hips – dragging him first farther into the room before slamming him back against the door, effectively shutting it tight. “You're attracted to me, right? Let me blow you.”
Chenle’s mind was spinning but it was very very hard to argue with Jeno stark naked, cock hard, sat back on his heels, hands around the band of Chenle’s basketball shorts gazing up at him expectantly.
“Yeah, okay,” he managed, watching in awe as Jeno’s face lit up. He stuck his hand up the leg of Chenle’s shorts, working his dick over his underwear. Chenle’s eyes squeezed shut involuntarily as he felt his dick grow in Jeno’s hand. Fuck. He had not come prepared. He was worried he’d come embarrassingly fast under any more direct stimulation.
Images of Donghyuck laughing his ass off at Chenle’s expense danced across his mind. To think three days ago he was sure Jeno was straight.
“My shorts!” Chenle cried when Jeno pulled them down to expose his now hard cock. He cringed, embarrassed when Jeno looked up at him curiously. “I’m- I was on my way to play.”
Jeno made an affirmative noise, yanking his shorts and underwear all the way to the floor without a thought. Chenle fought a yelp, shifting awkwardly at being suddenly exposed. Jeno ran his hands over Chenle’s calves reassuringly, then all the way up his thighs, clutching his ass.
Jeno opened his mouth, gumming at Chenle’s cock teasingly before swallowing him down.
“Fuck, Jen,” Chenle said, forgetting what he’d done to deserve this, forgetting about everything except the way he used to feel back when he was first crushing on Jeno. Back when Jeno wasn’t the only one of them he thought was straight. God, Chenle was pretty dense, wasn’t he?
Jeno made a happy noise like he’d been praised and Chenle moved to pat his head, petting his hair blindly as he stared up at the ceiling, mouth hanging open. He groaned deeply as Jeno sucked him off, lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, kneading his ass softly as he bobbed.
When one hand disappeared, Chenle glanced down to see Jeno stroking his own cock in time with his mouth. Chenle ached to touch him.
He reached around, cupping Jeno’s hand with his own, panting as he body went tight, close to the edge. He scratched softly over Jeno’s scalp, moving to caress his face. Jeno’s eyes looked up but he continued to suck.
“Fuck you’re good at this. You look so good like that. I’m close,” Chenle said all at once. Jeno whimpered, softly at first, then louder when Chenle’s fingers wove back through his hair, accidentally gripping too hard as his whole body went rigid.
“Coming,” he said and Jeno pulled off, moving to stroke him with both hands. He caught Chenle’s cum, accidentally rubbing a little back on his dick as he helped finish him.
“That was really not what I expected to happen today,” Chenle said, collapsing against the door, knees wobbly but supportive as he caught his breath.
“Me neither,” Jeno said cheerfully, hopping up with annoying ease. He pulled the vibrator carefully out of his asshole, moving straight for his hamper. He dropped the toy somewhere, fishing out a dirty shirt and wiping the rest of Chenle’s cum off his hands. He glanced back at Chenle’s dick, digging around further until he found a piece of clothing that he deemed acceptable. He tossed it to Chenle who only caught it on pure instinct. He swiped clumsily at his dick, dropping the shirt or whatever right there on the floor when he was done. Jeno snorted at him, amused. He wandered over to his bed, plopping down. He started jerking his cock again as he watched Chenle pull up his shorts.
“Wait!” Chenle cried, frowning. Jeno froze. Chenle deflated, embarrassed. He scratched sheepishly at the back of his head. “Let me do it.”
“Okay!” Jeno said, sounding far too enthusiastic about such a meager offer. He leaned back on both hands, spreading his legs a little wider as he watched Chenle walk over to sit beside him. Chenle immediately spit into his hand, leaning in with determination before Jeno stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Wait a sec,” he said sheepishly. Chenle raised his eyebrows. Jeno hesitated before leaning close, eyes on Chenle’s lips, tilting his head. “Can we just… a little?”
“Uh. Oh. Yeah. Of course,” Chenle said, annoyed at how stiff he sounded. He took Jeno’s face in his clean hand, spit hand glued to his thigh so as not to make a mess. Chenle kissed him, remembering Donghyuck’s (and apparently Renjun’s) claim, following Jeno’s lead as the kiss went from tentative to more heated. Chenle opened his mouth, letting Jeno in, sighing out his nose in satisfaction. Jeno was good. Admittedly better than Mark. Probably Renjun. Chenle wasn’t sure he’d call him the best though. Dejun kissed like he had a lot to prove and Donghyuck…
Chenle needed to stop thinking about Donghyuck.
When Jeno reached to feel Chenle up under his shirt, kissing down his neck, he moved in. Chenle took his spit-wet hand, wrapping it around Jeno’s neglected cock and stroking it roughly. Jeno grunted, dropping his head onto Chenle’s shoulder. He wrapped his hand around Chenle’s, following lazily as Chenle jerked him. Chenle squeezed harder, pumping a little faster, pleased with all the strange, alluring noises Jeno made in response.
Damn, who said a handjob couldn’t be fun?
“Ah,” Jeno choked, releasing him to lean way back on his hands again, letting his head loll back, soaking in the pleasure. “Your hands are kinda rough. There’s a callus on your palm that keeps catching.”
“Should I switch hands?” Chenle asked, glancing at the other. It looked pretty much the same.
“No, I like it,” Jeno said with a sigh, eyes closed. Chenle stared at the column of his neck, the way his chest and shoulder muscles pulled with the effort of holding himself up. The way his abs would jerk and clench in response to his dick. “Don’t slow down, gonna come.”
Chenle fought the instinct to speed up in response, keeping pace until Jeno shot, spurting a little at first, then in long streams, hitting his stomach.
“I’m a mess, you dick,” Jeno teased, collapsing back onto his bed. He glanced up long enough to offer a very unconvincing glare before throwing both arms over his face. “I made sure to get all yours.”
“Sorry,” Chenle chirped innocently, not sorry at all. Jeno kicked at him blindly, making him giggle.
“At least clean me up, asshole.”
Chenle obeyed, jumping up to grab the thing he’d used earlier on himself earlier. He dropped it right onto the sticky mess of Jeno's abs before plopping back down on the bed. Jeno scoffed, grabbing it to wipe himself.
“I know for a fact you wouldn’t treat Renjun this way,” Jeno complained, sounding legitimately pouty.
“Cuuuute,” Chenle cooed, cackling when Jeno balled up his cum rag and tossed it toward him aggressively. “For one thing, Renjun would have kicked my ass. For another, I did not plan to fuck you, I was not given a warning. Suck it up.”
“I’m really sorry about that,” Jeno said again, sitting up. He had the decency to look concerned for all of a few seconds before Chenle waved him off. “I don’t know what came over me. I think it’s because I never got a go at you, you know? So when you showed up and started yelling and talking about how perfect and beautiful and stunning you are-”
“When did I??” Chenle demanded hotly.
“-I just. I started thinking about it and then you were literally banging on my door begging to come in… I’m weak, man.”
“Yeah, well… It’s not like I didn’t want to once you offered,” Chenle said sullenly. He rolled his eyes when Jeno perked up again, pleased with himself. “But I was like in shock. I thought- I kinda thought you weren’t. Like, you didn’t swing that way until recently. Very recently.”
“Yeah, I know, Hyuck called me the other day and ratted you out,” Jeno said serenely, laughing when Chenle swore. “I’d be more insulted if I didn’t already know you were stupid about gay shit.”
“Hey,” Chenle said, pouting. Jeno just beamed at him. He deflated. “Fine. That’s what Donghyuck said too. You guys are mean.”
“We’re only mean to the people we love,” Jeno told him proudly, reaching over to tug him into a ‘hug’ that was much more like a headlock.
“Donghyuck’s not mean to you – he said you were the best kisser in the group,” Chenle said, fighting his way out of Jeno’s iron grip.
“Aw, good ol’ Hyuck. Only compliments me behind my back,” he sang out as they grappled. Chenle finally gave up and Jeno yanked him into a victory bear hug. Chenle marinated on this for a moment.
“Does he say nice things about me when I’m gone?” he asked casually. Jeno shoved his face in front of Chenle’s, giving him a reproving look. Not so casually, apparently.
“What do I get if I tell you?” Jeno asked sunnily, pulling Chenle back against him.
“Uuum, my old basketball?”
Jeno tsked at him.
“$10?”
“Nope.”
“$30?”
“I don’t need your money, rich boy.”
Chenle tsked now, bringing his hand to his chin as he considered.
“Anyway, why do you wanna know so bad?” Jeno asked plainly, digging his chin into Chenle’s shoulder. He hissed, trying to wiggle away. “Donghyuck is Donghyuck, you know how he is. Plus, he told me you two were competing over Renjun.”
“Why does everyone think I want to get back with Renjun?” Chenle grumped, crossing his arms with a hmph. Jeno chuckled in his ear.
“Because we have eyes, probably,” he said. “You two act pretty much the same as when you were dating. Who else have you fucked in the past 6 months other than Renjun? And, well, me I guess.”
“I’ve fucked other guys,” Chenle insisted. Jeno laughed at him. “I kissed Donghyuck on Sunday.”
Jeno made a loud, confused noise, finally letting Chenle go. He turned his whole body to look at Chenle face to face.
“You- So you’re. He told me that you two had like a bet? To win over Renjun, but you-”
“He’s the only one competing,” Chenle said dismally, kicking his feet out roughly, hitting his heels against the box spring.
“Does he know that?” Jeno asked cluelessly. Chenle sighed.
“I don’t know. Even I don’t fucking know what’s going on. With him or me. With us,” he said. He turned to fix Jeno with a look. “I guess I am really stupid when it comes to gay stuff.”
Jeno’s expression softened. He threw his arm around Chenle’s shoulder again, tugging him in only a little bit too hard.
“Look, I’ve been there. Everyone falls for Hyuck, it’s like a right of passage,” he said. “Actually, you held out longer than most, good job.”
Chenle rolled his eyes.
“I thought everyone fell for Renjun,” he argued. Jeno shrugged with a grin.
“A little of both. You can’t have one without the other with those two,” he said. “You’re the lucky one – you probably won't even have to choose. You're really great at having your cake and eating it too.”
“Shut up,” Chenle said weakly. He glanced over at the alarm clock on Jeno’s bedside table. Mark was probably waiting. “I’d better go. Thanks for, uh. This.”
Jeno snorted, holding him there.
“Okay, since you’re clearly struggling, I’ll tell you one thing,” Jeno offered. Chenle’s ears immediately perked up. “The people that Hyuck talks about the most – like goes on and on about – are Renjun first, some older dude he’d obsessed with named Taeil, and then you. So, you know. Do with that what you will.”
“Are you serious?” Chenle said, sounding a bit too excited. He frowned when Jeno laughed at him. He sucked his teeth, looking his friend over, considering. “So what do I owe you for that little piece of information?”
Jeno blinked at him in surprise, then he grinned kinda devilishly. He cocked his head, considering.
“Let me fuck you once for real,” he said shyly. Chenle’s eyebrows shot up. “Or you can fuck me, I really don’t care. We’ll flip a coin, just. You know. Let me get a chance to do it for real. Deal?”
“Sure, this was fun,” Chenle agreed instantly. “Freshman year Chenle would be shitting his pants at a chance like this – I’d be an idiot to say no.”
Jeno warmed, looking equal parts pleased and bashful. Chenle kind of couldn’t believe his eyes.
He managed to successfully wrestle Jeno off of him, planting a kiss on his lips before standing. He checked his pockets, making sure his phone and wallet were still inside. There were a few missed calls from Mark.
He fished Yangyang’s party lighter off the ground, turning to wave goodbye to Jeno, who waved back with enthusiasm, still perched stark naked on his bed.
Chenle slipped out the door, closing it behind him. He stood there in the hallway for a moment, just swaying slightly.
Man, what a week.