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Felix stretches his limbs as sleep slowly leaves him, which isn’t an easy feat from a passenger seat of a car. He lets his hands touch the roof and groans, working out the stiff muscles of his neck.

“Good morning, baby.” Chan’s voice is soft and gentle and when Felix turns his head to look at him, he’s met with a wide smile. “Did you manage any sleep?” he asks with a squeeze of his hand on Felix’s thigh.

Felix straightens up and covers Chan’s hand. “Yes. How much longer?”

Chan glances at the GPS. “Around… hour and a half. Ish.”

Chan’s hand feels so nice on Felix’s thigh. Just a light touch, but still grounding. Felix wonders if he kept it there the entire time Felix napped. If that’s why he feels warm all over, that hazy feeling washing over his body. Maybe not horny, he’s not hard, but… curious. He brings Chan’s hand to his lips and leaves small, quick kisses over his knuckles, then fingertips, then his palm, down to the wrist. Chan has such pretty wrists. It has him giggling.

“You should drive faster.” Felix tells him, nuzzling his nose in Chan’s palm.

“Why?”

“’Cause I wanna suck your dick.” He gets the hair tie from his pocket and starts collecting his hair. He doesn’t have the length for a full pony yet, but he’s getting there. Just a half one for now, on top of his head, that still has some of his hair falling out messily, but he thinks he looks cute. Especially since he went blond. “And an hour and a half is too long for me to wait.”

Chan laughs, hand back on Felix’s leg. “Valid reason, I’ll admit. But I don’t think you’ll get the chance for that this weekend, baby.”

Felix gasps. “You underestimate my power to fake an emergency, Christopher.”

Chan always blushes a little when Felix calls him his full English name. He looks unfairly handsome in just black joggers and a T-shirt in the same shade – what he wears 90% of the time when he wants to be comfortable. But his hair is all soft and curly, natural in its beauty, a smile on his face that hasn’t disappeared since Felix opened his eyes and his ears are a little red. Felix is so in love.

“You wouldn’t disrupt your best friend’s wedding for a blowjob, though. You’re too much of a sweetheart for that.” Chan should really think about how his fingers over Felix’s clothes affect him whenever he flexes them.

“You’re right. I’m just such a good person.” Felix nods, twisting his body in the seat and unbuckling his seatbelt. “Guess I’ll just have to get it out of my system before we get there, then.”

Watching Chan react to something he didn’t expect Felix to say is like watching a squirrel unable to decide what to eat first. His eyes are so wide, mouth open just a little as he snaps his neck staring at Felix and then back at the road.

“What?” he chuckles, a nervous, lovely sound. “What? Like, right here? Now?”

“Sure, why not?” Felix shrugs, playing with Chan’s fingers on his lap.

“Why yes?”

“Because… as you said, I won’t get the chance to make you cum for like… 3 days, hyung. Do you want me to suffer? Is that what you want for your boyfriend? Also, you look hot when you’re driving.”

Chan chuckles again. His ears are now almost completely red. “You’re insane.”

“Come on. Never have I ever sucked my boyfriend off while he drove us to our best friends’ wedding. It’s romantic, if you think about it.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“You can manage. You’re capable like that.” He presses more kisses to Chan’s hand. “We’re like… in the middle of nowhere. What are you gonna hit here?”

“Something could—like—I dunno! Jump out! In front of me!”

Felix looks around. Just bushes around them, the sea visible already. Not even another car in sight. “Highly doubt that. But if you wanna miss out on the thrill because you’re an old man, who am I to stop you?”

Chan laughs and rolls his eyes. “Why do you think that will work?”

“I’m out of tactics and too lazy to come up with something else.” He answers honestly and Chan sighs, locking his fingers with Felix’s. Felix kisses the back of his hand, before lightly biting him. “I’ll be nice. Pinky promise.”

“You’re always nice.”

“See? So, let me make you feel good. As a thank you for driving such a long way, hm?”

It gets Chan to laugh and he drops his shoulders, some of the tension leaving him. Felix knows him, knows that as soon as he suggested it, Chan’s head was filled with images, but he’s not gonna ask for it outright. That’s not who Chan is.

“Chris, let me suck your dick. You’ll drive slow and we won’t get in a car accident, I promise you.”

He leans over the console to kiss Chan’s cheek. His jaw. Under his ear. Hand on Chan’s thigh.

“I mean… You are right. We’ve never done that before.” Chan says.

“Exactly. And I wanna do everything with you.”

“I wanna do everything with you too.”

“Told you it’s romantic.” Felix winks at him and kisses his cheek again, admires his nose from the profile.

Chan keeps both his hands on the wheel as he tilts his head and kisses Felix gently. “Fine. You can suck my dick while I’m driving. Because it’s romantic.”

“That’s the spirit.” Felix steals another kiss before lowering his head to Chan’s lap.

He’s grateful for his flexibility as he gets comfortable, hands undoing the strings of Chan’s joggers. He pulls the underwear under Chan’s balls, just enough to free his dick, still soft. He rests his cheek on Chan’s thigh and closes his eyes when one of Chan’s hands comes to stroke his back. He opens his mouth to lick at the tip and smiles when Chan hisses.

One of many reasons why Felix loves using his mouth on him is how sensitive he is. How responsive. Always reacting to the smallest touches. Felix scoots closer and fits more inside, collects saliva on his tongue to spread down to the base. When he looks up, veins on Chan’s arm are bulging from how hard he’s gripping the wheel, but his other hand is soft and gentle on Felix’s shoulders.

He looks down at Felix and Felix blinks a few times, smiles as much as he can with his mouth full. Chan curses and bites his bottom lip. He’s so fucking cute Felix has to pull off and swallow. “Eyes on the road, Channie.”

“Fuck! Fuck, yes, right. Right. You’re right.” Chan shakes his head and peels his eyes off of Felix’s face. “I don’t like not being able to see you, though.”

Felix knows. One of his favorite things about sucking Chan off is the eye contact. Chan looks at him so intensely, always does. As Chan gets hard in his hand, Felix adjusts himself to hold him up by the base and sink down. He relaxes his throat. It’s a difficult position with how big he is, but it’s okay. Felix likes the taste of precum in his mouth, the way Chan’s leg jerks as he swirls his tongue over his slit.

He notices Chan sucking in a breath and digs his fingers into his ribs. Chan slaps his hand away. “Think we found a hard limit for me. No tickling me while you’re giving me head when I’m driving.”

Felix pulls off with a pop, licking his lips. “So tickling you while I give you head otherwise is fine?”

“Probably not.”

“I think it turns you on. Is this another one of those things you’re too repressed to enjoy? ‘Cause I’ll tickle you all you want babe, just say a word—“

“I do not have a thing for tickling!” Chan insists, giggling.

“You sure? You’re twitching.”

“I’m twitching because you’re like… 2 centimeters away from my dick. And your mouth was just on me.”

“Cute.” Felix says and takes a breath before stretching his lips again.

Chan tastes a little bit like their shared shower gel, like skin and sweat, salty precum leaking every time Felix bobs his head up and down. He must look good like this, he thinks. Hair bouncing a little, bent over to fit his boyfriend into his mouth, free hand just above Chan’s knee. They must look good together. They always do. Chan trying to concentrate on driving, his hand creeping up Felix’s neck until he rests it on top of his head and takes hold of the ponytail.

It’s one of the reasons Felix wants to grow out his hair more – Chan running his fingers through it, tugging, pulling. It sends a shiver down Felix’s spine and he feels himself getting hard, moans around Chan’s cock.

“Fuck, baby…” he sighs. “Feels so good.”

Felix hums and works his hand in time with his mouth, getting him wet. He quickly goes up to murmur: “Told you.”

Wet sounds fill up the car along with Chan’s noises. He’s shy to be as loud as usual and it’s endearing, but then again some people would say Felix finds everything about Chan too adorable to be normal. Felix wonders if any cars are passing them. If someone can see, even for just a second, what they’re doing. Would they find it disgusting? Reckless? Or would they be turned on? Chan is painfully beautiful, they could see his face if not Felix’s. Parted full lips and furrowed brows whenever he feels good.

Felix imagines strangers getting home to their partners, telling them they saw a guy giving his boyfriend a blowjob while he was driving. Maybe they can’t see him at all, maybe they’d think he’s a girl.

He moans again and pulls off to take a breath. Chan pets his head. “You okay, baby?”

“So good.” Felix responds in a raspy voice. “So good, I like this even more than I thought I would. You doing okay?”

“I’m amazing.” Chan laughs under his breath like the question is ridiculous. “Think I might get pulled over for driving too slow for the first time in my life, though.”

“That’d be embarrassing.” Felix tells him. “Imagine how much everyone would tease you. Then they’d ask why were you driving so slow. Why were you late to hyung’s wedding, he’d kill you.” The wedding is tomorrow and they can’t be late, but… technicalities. Felix is horny. “Then you’d have to tell them I asked to suck your dick and you just couldn’t say no.”

Before Chan can say anything, Felix takes him into his mouth again and hollows his cheeks, earning himself a groan. Chan gets embarrassed so easily it’s insane. And he loves it so much, loves when one of their friends teases him, insinuates something.

“You’re mean.” Chan whines through a laugh and Felix smiles, kisses the vein on the underside. “Ah, Felix. So good, so pretty for me.”

Felix feels his whole back shudder at the praise. Chan can’t even see his face, but still calls him pretty. Pretty for him specifically. There’s no better feeling in the world. He decides to stop teasing and put his mouth to better use to earn himself more whines and compliments.

Chan is so tense where Felix’s touches him, his thigh so hard he thinks he’ll get a cramp for a second. He switches hands and there’s no longer a hold on Felix’s hair, but his other one comes to hold Felix’s hand. Felix locks their fingers together and Chan relaxes a little. Sinks further into his seat.

Felix hollows his cheeks and starts bobbing his head up and down, saliva collecting on the corners of his mouth and sliding down Chan’s cock. He hears a car pass them and feels Chan twitch in his mouth.

“So that’s how it is?” he can’t help but smirk when he looks up at him.

“Shut up, oh my gosh.” Chan is looking ahead but his blush has spread enough that Felix spots it on his neck. “Holy shit.”

“Oh, you liked that soooo much, don’t even try to lie to me.”

“I just—“ he’s cut off when Felix takes him back between his lips.

Chan squeezes his fingers hard and Felix squeezes back, reassuring. He’s leaking in his own underwear at the possibility of those strangers seeing them. Realizing. It’s a thrilling thought he’s never entertained before, but he finds it turns him on so much.

“Okay, yeah, fuck this.” Chan sounds so breathless and before Felix can question what he means, he registers Chan taking a turn when his elbow brushes Felix’s shoulder. “I’m so close, you can’t make me cum while I’m driving, we’ll both die and it won’t be pretty.”

Felix has to pull off to laugh. He sees Chan pulled over on the side of the road and his stomach does an excited little flip. If anyone else drives by, they’ll definitely see. Not even assume, because there’s no visible body in the passenger seat and maybe they’ll see Chan’s head thrown back, his bicep moving where he pushes Felix’s head down—

Fuck. What a rush. He doesn’t make a joke or probe about Chan getting worked up so quickly because of the circumstances. He just relaxes his throat and shuts off his brain, lets the weight of Chan’s hand back on top of his head wash over him.

Chan doesn’t force him down, just helps guide his movements. Felix is making a lot of noise himself, always enthusiastic, but it’s nothing compared to Chan’s overwhelmed moans. It’s music to Felix’s ears, to be the reason he feels so good. To do something a little risky, a little silly together. Always together.

Chan fists his hair and it sends small shocks of pain over his scalp, making him moan around him. “Shit, I’m gonna—gonna—baby, oh fuck, so good, so good, so fucking good.”

Felix moves up until just the tip is in his mouth and jerks him off as Chan shakes through it. He gets an idea out of nowhere, another thing they’ve never done, but he feels high on Chan’s noises and all the love he feels for him.

He straightens up and Chan is just how he pictured him – neck bared, sweat on his beautiful face, trying to catch his breath. Felix doesn’t give him much time, leans in and holds him by the cheeks, before he spits his cum into his mouth.

He giggles when Chan’s eyes widen in surprise before he swallows and laughs too. “Holy fucking shit.”

“Never have I ever fed my boyfriend his cum.” Felix shrugs, bending down to press a kiss to Chan’s softening dick. He tucks him back into his underwear.

“Bunch of firsts for us this weekend, huh?” Chan grins, lips wet and inviting. “C’mere.”

Felix goes willingly, straddling him. It’s a tight fit, the steering wheel almost digging into his back so he has to press as close to Chan as possible. Which in turn has him rubbing against his stomach, so he’s not gonna complain.

“You should do it more often, it was fucking hot.” Chan tells him before he captures his lips.

Noted Felix thinks but doesn’t say out loud because it’s too much effort to stop the kissing. Not many things are worth stopping a kiss with Chan. He has the softest lips and Felix is a starved man. He’s greedy, burying his fingers in Chan’s locks, breathing through his nose for as long as he can without separating.

He plans to just grind against Chan, have him touch him when he’s close. They probably have tissues somewhere around to prevent the mess. But then Chan unbuckles his seatbelt and starts lowering his seat.

“What?” Felix looks at him in confusion.

“Need to put my mouth on you.” Chan says, back to breathless, before kissing him again, hard. “Like, right now.”

“Holy shit, really?”

Chan has lowered the seat completely until it rests against the backseat but he remains seated, hands on Felix’s waist. “Unless you don’t wanna?”

Felix looks behind himself, through the window, at the open road. Still no car in sight. He feels weightless in Chan’s lap, like nothing can touch him. His fingers flex in Chan’s shirt and he sighs.

“No, I really wanna.”

“Had no idea you’re such an exhibitionist, baby.” Chan wiggles his eyebrows as he lies down.

Felix’s heart picks up the pace as he watches him. “Had no idea you are.”

“Me neither.” Chan laughs his brightest laugh. “That was crazy.” He gets his hands on Felix’s hips and ushers him to scoot forward. “Now come here. And watch your head.”

Felix bumps the roof of the car with his head intentionally and chuckles. “Never have I ever gotten a concussion while having my dick sucked.”

“Hey, Minho, yes, sorry to bother you, but we can’t actually make it to your wedding. Yeah, mhm, we’re in the ER.” Chan speaks into a hand-made phone.

“Doctor, what can I say? My boyfriend’s mouth is so good it gave me brain damage.” Felix clutches his chest, straddling Chan’s.

“As long as we didn’t crash before, it’s all good.”

Felix squishes Chan’s cheeks and puckers his lips between his fingers. “If you survived that, I think I’ll be fine too.”

Chan’s mouth feels like heaven. Wet, hot heat as he takes more of him inside. Felix has to close his eyes and bite into his knuckles for a second to compose himself. He balances on his knees so he doesn’t crush Chan’s chest and chances a look down.

They can finally look at each other and as soon as their eyes meet, they both smile. Chan slides his tongue over the underside of Felix’s cock, making him hiss.

“Ah, fuck.” His hand comes to Chan’s face.

He looks to the side and again imagines people noticing them. If they stop to stare for a second there’s no way they’re missing what’s going on. He throbs on Chan’s tongue at the thought. One hand in his hair, Felix slowly starts to pull out and push back in a little, as much as the lack of space lets him.

His fingers come to trace Chan’s upper lip, stretched around him. “You have no idea how good you look right now.” He tells him. “Wish you could see.”

Chan stops hollowing his cheeks for a moment and looks up at him. It’s clear an idea crosses his mind, but he blinks it away. Too late, because Felix is curious now.

“What?” he slides out of his mouth.

“Nothing.”

“No, tell me.”

“No, it’s embarrassing.”

“Tell me anyway.”

Chan sighs and he’s so pretty when he blushes it should be illegal. “I just… well, you said you wish I could see. So I thought maybe… you could film me? But that’s crazy. Right? That’s crazy.”

Oh. Felix has never thought about that. But maybe he should have? With how pretty his boyfriend is, the more he stares down at him, the more he wonders how come they never did that.

“It’s not crazy.” He says, fingers gentle in Chan’s hair.

“No?”

“No. I think it would be very hot, actually.”

Chan smiles at him and kisses the tip of his dick, before fitting it into his mouth again. “Never have I ever been filmed sucking dick before.” He wiggles his eyebrows as he holds Felix by the base.

“Fuck it. You wanna?”

“I do, yeah.”

His words are followed by that high-pitched giggle he always lets out when he’s about to do something he didn’t think he ever would. Felix twists around on top of him. “Your phone or mine?”

“Don’t care.” Chan keeps kissing all over him, rubbing at his slit and licking up the precum. “Either.”

Felix reaches his phone and opens the camera, looks back down at Chan. He wants to lean in and kiss him for encouragement but that would require a lot of maneuvering of their bodies, so he settles on stroking his cheek.

“You ready?”

Chan doesn’t grant him a verbal response, just nods and closes his eyes. Felix starts filming and Chan starts sucking, still shy and red in the face.

“Baby, look at the camera.” Felix giggles.

“’s embarrassing.” Is all Chan says before he gets back to it.

“It’s not. It’s really not, you’re so beautiful, I promise.” He strokes Chan’s eyebrow with his thumb. “Here, you can just look at me, don’t have to focus on the phone. Just let me see your pretty eyes.”

Chan listens, opening his eyes. They’re shining, as they always are. Sometimes Felix feels like there are whole galaxies hidden in them. What a privilege to have them on him. To be under Chan’s loving gaze.

He gets back to himself and remembers where they are and what they’re doing. Fixes the angle of his phone and looks at Chan through the screen, then above it. Smiles at him.

“You’re doing so well.” Felix says, breathless. “I just… I can’t believe how hot you are, fuck. And you’re gonna get to see it too.”

Chan moans around him and the vibrations have Felix’s hips snapping forward. He holds Chan’s cheek, then under his jaw, then it’s back to trailing his index finger over his shiny lips. “Look at you, Chris. Like they were made to suck dick, huh?”

Chan’s eyes close again in embarrassment but he forces them open, this time on his own. Felix watches as he looks at the camera and starts moving his head as much as he can. Putting on a performance. It’s captivating and Felix fucks into his mouth, getting deeper and deeper.

“Oh, fuck, that’s… Chris, please, that’s so good. You’re so good, I love you so much.”

A car passes by. They make eye contact and Felix feels himself get impossibly closer. “Holy shit.” He breathes. “Fuck, think they saw us?” Chan moans again so Felix keeps talking and keeps filming him. “Yeah, I think they definitely saw. God, I almost wish they could see you right now. Maybe if they paid a lot of money. But until then, you’re all mine.” He chuckles.

Chan holds him by the hips and encourages him to fuck his face. Felix holds onto the stupid roof somehow, phone in his hand shaky but it doesn’t matter. It’s still them. Once he senses he’s close, he pulls back until Chan parts his lips and Felix starts jerking off above him.

He can’t believe they now have footage of him cumming on Chan’s tongue, Chan blinking up at the phone as Felix whines on top of him. He swallows and smiles.

Felix doesn’t stop filming. “Yeah? Show me?” he asks, feeling boneless and close to crashing down. Chan sticks out his tongue and it’s pornographic, Felix can’t believe he gets to be his boyfriend. “Fuck.” He sticks two fingers in his mouth and gently presses down. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

Finally, he stops recording and throws his phone carelessly on the backseat, tucking himself back into his pants. Chan sits up, arms wrapping around Felix’s middle, fixing his seat back up.

“Oh gosh, that was crazy.” He buries his face in Felix’s neck.

“Did you like it?” Felix leaves a small kiss on top of his head.

“Yes. Yes, what the fuck?”

“Me too. Should we watch it?”

“Not right now!” Chan squeaks and looks at him. “I love you.”

Felix melts on his lap and bumps their noses together. “I love you too.” He kisses his nose. “My little porn star.”

Chan pinches his hip. “Shut up, gosh!”

About half an hour later, they’re back on the road, Chan’s hand back on Felix’s thigh. Felix’s phone rings and he smiles as he answers, puts it on speaker.

“You guys are coming, right?” Minho asks. “’Cause if not, I’ll have to find two new best men and the competition here is very weak, so.”

“Hey!” Changbin shouts in the distance loud enough to be carried over the line.

Felix and Chan laugh, looking at each other. “We’re coming, we’re coming. Hold the horses, no need for replacements, I promise.”

When they arrive at the location, Felix feels positively giddy. Too much happiness to contain in his too small body. They’re staying at the house they rented over the weekend while other friends and family members are coming tomorrow for the wedding, or staying at hotels around. Because it has always been the eight of them, a little family of their own.

As soon as they’re in the spacious living room, Felix runs and throws himself at Changbin, wrapping all limbs around him. He watches as Chan hunts down Jisung and envelops him in a back hug, swinging them from side to side.

“Who’s getting married tomorrow, huh? Who’s getting married tomorrow?”

Jisung can’t stop laughing. “It’s me, dad.”

“He’s not getting married by himself, you know.” Minho squints at them, leaning on the table and drinking his soda.

“Oh?” Felix perks up, making eye contact with Changbin as he’s being put down. “What do I hear? Minho hyung wants cuddles?”

“Minho hyung wants cuddles?” Hyunjin parrots excitedly from his place on the couch.

Felix gets to enjoy Minho pretending he’s so inconvenienced as they all launch at him. He wills himself not to cry yet. There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow.

Later that night, they’re all sitting on top of each other and buzzing with energy. “You two are such frauds.” Seungmin tells them. “Wedding at the beach and you can’t even swim. Both of you! What if something happens to you?”

“Are you under the impression that we’re getting married in the ocean itself?” Minho throws a pillow at him. “Don’t jinx it. If someone drowns tomorrow apart from you, I’ll consider it your fault.”

“And if he drowns?” Hyunjin asks, a little fearful.

“It will be my fault, ‘cause I’ll push him.” Minho says proudly.

“No one will drown, because if anything happened to either of you, Seungminnie hyung would be the first to run and pull you out.” Jeongin grins. “Save his precious cat hyung.”

“You’re wrong, actually.” Seungmin laughs. “If they end up drowning, I’m just gonna sit and enjoy the view. We have these two. What are your muscles for if not life guard purposes?” he points at Chan and Changbin.

“And of course our maknae.” Hyunjin coos.

“Our baby!” Changbin leans over to pinch Jeongin’s cheek. “He’s getting so strong, just to keep his hyungs safe.”

“I hope you drown with them.” Jeongin tells him.

“Our baby is gonna save me, you heard it here first!” Jisung walks over several people to climb into Jeongin’s lap and kiss his cheeks loudly. “He’s also granted me permission to kiss him all I want during the wedding weekend.”

“It’s your wedding gift.” Jeongin says and his face tries to remain annoyed, but he wraps an arm around Jisung’s waist so he doesn’t slip on the floor. “I’m regretting it already.”

“Excuse me.” Felix slaps Chan’s thigh. “I think we all know who has a billion swimming medals back home. My boyfriend will save anyone in need of saving, because he’s just so strong and capable, thank you!”

“How did your wedding day become your hypothetical funeral?” Chan giggles as Felix strokes his bicep and digs his teeth into the flesh.

“Maybe your wedding gift should be to show us your abs.” Minho suggest with a smirk.

“I already got you a wedding gift!”

“Then let it be a gift to us!” Hyunjin claps his hands. “Take it off! Take it off!”

They all chant as Felix struggles to pull his shirt up. For someone who is basically a nudist, Chan sure does put up a lot of fight when other people try to get him naked. Changbin comes to help and soon enough his boyfriend is overpowered and shirtless, all of them whistling and getting their grabby hands on him.

//

Felix wakes up alone and pouts by himself. He goes to text Chan and demand he comes back from wherever he is, but he spots his phone on the nightstand and abandons that idea. So instead he sits up and opens TikTok, scrolling mindlessly until the door of their shared room opens.

“Ohhh, good morning sleeping beauty.” Chan grins at him, carrying a big, plastic, see-through cup in his hand.

“Some morning.” Felix squints at him. “Woke up without my heater. And my morning kiss.”

“I’m so sorry.” Chan giggles as he climbs into bed, sliding behind Felix and leaning on the pillows. “Here, kiss.” He presses one to Felix’s lips and pulls him back until Felix’s back is resting on his chest. “The catering service came, so I got you some fruit.”

“I suppose you can be forgiven.” He sighs dramatically and goes back to his phone, opening his mouth.

Chan hooks his chin over Felix’s shoulder to watch the videos too as he feeds him with a plastic fork. Grapes, strawberries, watermelon. Felix doesn’t like raspberries so Chan eats them for him. It’s not long before there are kisses presses to his neck, making him squirm.

“Pay attention to me.” Chan whines and Felix locks his phone and puts it down.

He takes the fork away from Chan’s fingers and sticks his tongue out. “Okay. Here. All my attention for you.”

Chan smiles, pleased, before he starts fishing out pieces of fruit with his fingers. Chan’s hands are Felix’s favorite part of him, apart from his face. He leans into him as they share everything that’s in the cup, sticky juices sliding down Chan’s wrist. Felix gets his tongue there, to collect it. Sucks. Chan gives him a look, but doesn’t say anything.

“You like kiwi?”

“I’ve never had kiwi.”

Chan pops a small green cube between Felix’s lips and when he bites into it, sourness spreads on his tongue. He turns to glare at Chan with a disgusted grimace as he chews.

Chan laughs and offers his hand under his chin. “Sorry, sorry. You can spit it out.” Felix doesn’t, because he’s not a child, but he does stick out his tongue and shiver with his whole body to accent his distaste. “No kiwi then, got it.”

“Don’t ever do that to me again.”

Chan feeds him peaches instead. They’re so good Felix isn’t even exaggerating when he moans. Fresh and juicy, melting on his tongue. He gets one between his teeth and twists his head until Chan leans in to break it and eat the other half, before giving him a small peck.

Chan’s hand is a mess since Felix stole his fork, so he sucks on his fingers to help out with that. He rests his head on Chan’s shoulder and bats his eyelashes when Chan sighs and looks up at the ceiling.

“What? I’m being helpful.”

“Sure you are.” Chan gives him a deadpan look, but still presses two of his fingers on Felix’s tongue and slides them deeper into his mouth. He raises his eyebrows but Chan huffs and shakes his head. “No. Behave yourself.”

“I always behave myself.” Felix tells him when he twists around to kneel between Chan’s thighs and cup his cheeks. “Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today—“

“Best man doesn’t say dearly beloved. The officiant does.” Chan informs him, hands on Felix’s ribs.

“Will you let me have my moment? Whatever. As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted.” He holds his phone as a makeshift microphone. “I am the best man. If you’re wondering why my voice is all gone, that’s because my boyfriend, also the best man, fucked my throat this morning. I took it like a champ, because I don’t have a gag reflex. Same can’t be said for one of our grooms today, but Minho hyung still married him. Now that, friends, is true love, don’t you think?”

Chan laughs, throwing his head back. “Dearly beloved, I was just providing some peaches for my lovely boyfriend. I am innocent.” He speaks into the phone.

“Sir, is that a euphemism?” Felix frowns. “Think hyung’s grandma will still think I’m a charming young man if I go through with it?”

“You’re a charming young man no matter what, babe.” Chan assures him. “But let’s try not to give any guests heart attacks today, hm?”

No blowjobs happen that morning, but Felix is carried to the bathroom where they start getting ready, so he supposes all is right with the world.

//

As Minho and Jisung exchange their vows in front of the crowd, Chan and Felix stand by their sides. He promised himself he’s gonna at least try to keep it together, but as he listens to his best friends proclaim their love for each other and watches his boyfriend in a suit, his eyes on Felix the whole time as Minho and Jisung talk about soulmates and love and forever, it’s difficult.

He gets teary eyed but looks up and blinks because it’s not about him. When the grooms kiss each other, everyone cheers and claps and then it’s a mess. He hugs Jisung which only serves to make him cry harder and it’s a lost cause from that.

“I’m married!” Jisung screams with the biggest smile on his face.

Jisung, his Jisung, his best friend since first year of college who adopted Felix into his friend group when he was just a terrified kid away from home, wondering if anyone will like him enough to be his friend. Now a man, with a ring on his finger and a whole husband by his side.

“I’m so fucking happy for you.” Felix tells him, squeezing him so hard until Jisung whines that it hurts.

Their families come for hugs and kisses, at some point all eight of them end up in a group hug. Someone strokes his back and someone coos at him and Minho threatens to kill him if he makes him cry. Felix laughs wetly and he’s transferred to Chan’s arms, his safest place.

His shoulders shake with sobs as he wets Chan’s suit, clinging to him for dear life, like he might disappear.

“I’m sorry, fuck, just—“ he hiccups.

“Don’t be sorry.” Chan tells him, impossibly fond and gentle. He strokes Felix’s back and then his styled hair. “Don’t be sorry, you’re so lovely. So lovely, so good. My love. I got you. You’re all good, I got you. I love you so much.” The words are pressed into his forehead along with kisses and they serve to make Felix even more emotional.

He registers they’re in another group hug with hands and lips all over him. Felix wonders if someone can die from being loved so much.

//

He doesn’t die. He does end up crying during his speech and then during Chan’s as well, but everyone promises that it’s so sweet.

“It’s gonna be memorable.” Jeongin tells him.

“Yeah. Ten years from now – remember their wedding? Oh, you mean the day Yongbok cried an ocean? Of course.” Seungmin pats his knee.

“Fuck off.” Felix laughs around cake in his mouth but it has no bite to it.

There are photos taken and greetings and introductions. An embarrassing amount of dancing for a wedding maybe, but it can’t be helped with half of the guests being professionals, from Minho’s dance crew.

Felix gets hugged by Jisung’s cousin he hasn’t seen since college and he’s so happy to introduce Chan as his boyfriend.

“Oh my god, really?” she smiles at them. “I saw him looking at you before and I thought that I was witnessing love at first sight. Like, I genuinely believed I’m just watching him fall in love with you in real time.”

Felix blushes at that and hides in Chan’s shoulder when Chan doesn’t feel shy to let her know that, “I mean, you weren’t wrong, haha.”

Later, Felix is leaning on the bar when Chan approaches him. He looks unfairly handsome in just his white dress shirt, few top buttons undone, glass of champagne in his hand and a smile on his face. He leans on the bar next to Felix.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all by himself?” Chan says and bites his lip to keep his laughter in.

He’s so fucking lame Felix thinks. I love him so much it hurts.

He decides to play along. “I’m on the groom’s side.”

“Really? What a coincidence, me too.” He laughs, so proud of his joke.

“See, that’s the issue with gay weddings.” Felix starts. “We’re all on the groom’s side. I can never judge character like this, because we all know dad’s side is the worst. I have no way of knowing.”

“You’re so right, oh my gosh.”

“Luckily, I have two sisters, so I’ll always be the mom’s side.”

“That’s so cool. I have a sister and a brother. Best of both worlds, I guess.”

They look at each other for a moment. Chan smiles at him. “Can I buy you a drink?”

He’s so bad at this. It’s embarrassing that it does nothing to suffocate the bubbles in Felix’s body, all over. “It’s an open bar.”

“Right. Yes, you’re right. Duh. Can I bring you a drink, then?”

Felix checks him out from head to toe, pretends he’s thinking about it. “Sure. You can get me a drink.”

Chan returns with a glass of champagne. “So. No boyfriend?”

Felix shakes his head as he takes a sip. “Nope. Although, I think you should know I sucked some guy’s dick on my way over here.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Didn’t have a ride, so I hitchhiked. Paid him in… an unconventional way.” He bites his bottom lip and congratulates himself for not breaking character yet somehow.

“Well. Lucky him.” Chan looks at Felix’s mouth and clears his throat. “You know… I actually have no place to stay.”

Felix’s stomach does a small, excited flip. “No?”

“No. Was gonna book a hotel room, but…”

“I’m actually in that house over there.” He points out. “I have a room. Free of charge.”

“Really? Free of charge?” Chan raises his eyebrows.

“For someone as handsome as you, sure.”

“I mean… I could pay you. In an unconventional way.”

“Y’know, I think I’d like that.”

They make eye contact and down the remaining champagne in one go, before they slot their hands together and disappear from the guests.

//

Felix ends up pressed against the bedroom door as they stumble inside. He reminds Chan they can’t mess up their clothes so they take everything off until they’re standing naked in front of each other at the foot of the bed.

“You’re gorgeous.” Chan tells him, hands spreading down Felix’s chest and mouth going to kiss him lower.

As much as Felix would love to lie here and be kissed and worshipped, they have to accommodate. “We don’t have time.” He tells Chan with a smile as he tugs him back up. “Besides… foreplay is a boyfriend privilege. I wanna get fucked.”

Something flashes in Chan’s eyes that has Felix’s dick twitching. “Is that how it is?”

“Yeah.”

He nods and kisses Felix once more, before he steps to their suitcase to find the lube. “Get on the bed then, pretty.”

Felix gets on his hands and knees, back arched, looking at Chan over his shoulder. Chan spreads his ass and slowly starts opening him up. Felix thinks about how he wouldn’t be half as shameless if Chan was actually a stranger he just met. There’s something about sex with Chan that doesn’t compare to any of Felix’s previous boyfriends and hookups.

He always feels free to suggest things and speak up when something doesn’t feel good. To switch it up and enjoy absolutely everything they can think of together. Lost in thought, he registers Chan stretched him already and is slowly pulling his fingers out one by one before he cleans them up with tissues.

Felix sits up a little to see what he’s doing and Chan returns to bed with Felix’s tie in hand, looking at him. “What do you think?”

“Never have we ever used a tie in bed before.” Felix grins. “I think it’s a shame.”

“How did we not think of this?” Chan agrees. Felix rests his head on the sheets and brings his wrists together on the small of his back. Chan ties them up and tugs a little when he’s done. “Is it too tight?”

Felix wiggles his hands. “No. It’s good.”

“Okay. Let me know if you want it off any time, okay?”

“I will.”

Chan leans over him, pressing a small kiss to his shoulder. “I love you. Just wanted to say it. We can get back to it now.”

Felix smiles and wiggles his ass, bites his lip when Chan hisses at the contact on his dick. “I love you too. Like, so much. This is fun.”

“It is.” He slides a hand from Felix’s nape down his spine. “Now, you said something about wanting to get fucked. I think I can manage that.”

Felix rolls his eyes and relaxes his muscles. He sometimes forgets how good this position feels, because it’s not their favorite. They like missionary the best, earning them the title of the most vanilla couple in their friend group. They’re sappy like that, like being able to see they’re making each other feel good.

Felix thinks that after their friends find out about their little excursion from yesterday, that will change. Not many boring couples stop on the side of the road to suck each other off and record it, after all.

Chan gets so deep like this, the angle just right. The house is blissfully empty so Felix doesn’t hold in his noises. It feels weird not being able to grasp the sheets as he starts fucking into him, but Chan holds his wrists and in turn keeps him from getting jostled on the bed. He just has to lie there and receive all this pleasure.

“Ah, that’s—fuck, feels so good.” He whines, spreading his legs further.

“Does it?” Chan asks, a little breathless himself. “You like that?”

Felix goes to answer but all air is punched out of his lungs as Chan snaps his hips forward. He took Felix asking to be fucked seriously and is keeping a rough pace, making him speechless.

“What would you friends say, seeing you like this?”

Felix laughs. “They’d—congratulate me. ‘Cause you’re so… so hot. But then they’d hear you talk and realize how lame you are.”

Chan laughs too. “Wow. Thanks a lot. You just want me for my body, then.”

“To be fair, it’s a great body.” He pants. “Might keep you around for a night or two. I get cold sleeping alone.”

“We can’t have that.”

Felix feels so good with his face shoved into the bed, ass up and hands tied. Letting Chan do all the work, listening to him moan, to the sound of skin slapping.

“Do you—do this a lot?” Chan asks, one hand gentle on Felix’s wrists and the other tight on his hip. “Just spread your legs for anyone?”

Heat crawls up Felix’s face, even though it’s not true. It’s all pretend and if a random guy who was fucking him asked that, Felix would get up and leave. This is Chan – best boyfriend in the world, his boyfriend of several years. Still, it’s easy to get lost in the fantasy and Felix finds he likes it. He feels exposed and a little… dirty? But in the best way.

“You should… feel special. I don’t let just anyone fuck me raw.” He manages on a breathless chuckle.

“Oh, I do.” Chan assures him, hand in Felix’s hair to pull him up. “I’m so flattered.”

On his knees like this, it’s a little uncomfortable having his hands tied. “Untie me.”

“Got it.” Chan says immediately and loosens the tie, throws it away. “Good?”

Felix grabs Chan’s hands and brings them to his front, intertwining their fingers. “Perfect. Oh, you can’t cum in me. We don’t have time to clean up.”

Chan, honest to god, whines at that as he presses kisses to Felix’s neck. “That’s the meanest thing you’ve said to me.”

Felix laughs and clenches around him. “Creampies are also a boyfriend privilege. Now make me cum, they’ll figure out we’re gone.”

“They probably already did.” He says, but complies.

Chan’s palms are a little rough from all the time spent at the gym and it feels so good whenever he touches Felix. He starts jerking him off quickly, still fucking into him.

“Please cum for me.” He whispers, teeth tugging on Felix’s earlobe. “Please, I wanna feel it.”

They both moan as Felix spills over Chan’s hand. He’s being shoved forward again, gently, as Chan pulls out and starts touching himself. Felix turns on his back to watch him finish on his stomach, chest heaving, all sweaty. They giggle into each other’s mouths as Chan cleans them up a little with tissues.

“So…” he leans on his elbow and looks at Felix. “Can I take you on a date, sometime?”

Felix smiles at him and swipes his hair away from his forehead, all messy now. “Depends. What’s your ideal first date?”

“Hm. How about… a picnic?” Chan suggests and Felix is immediately bombarded with images of a yellow blanket in grass, covered in various foods and sweets from their actual first date.

“I think I’d like that.” He traces Chan’s jaw. “But now… we gotta take the quickest shower known to man and run back.”

//

As they take a seat at their table, Hyunjin whistles. “What do you know? It’s no longer the day Felix cried for an hour, it’s the day Chan hyung and Felix snuck out of a wedding to fuck.”

Chan whines and hides behind his hands, then falls sideways in Felix’s lap. Felix strokes his hair in sympathy.

“Me, personally?” Changbin raises his glass and looks at the newlyweds. “I wouldn’t let that slide.”

“Same.” Jeongin nods.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.” Jisung frowns at them. “I have this thing, see?” he shows off his ring. “It just translates anything I hear into positive news. What’s that? Gay sex was happening during our wedding? Let’s go!” he high fives Felix.

“Better now than tonight when we all have to listen, I guess.” Seungmin says.

“Exactly, tonight is our first night as a married couple, which means no one gets to have sex under that roof but us.” Minho proclaims.

“Mom, come pick me up, they’re gonna have a sex competition!” Hyunjin pretends to cry.

Afterwards, as most guests leave, Chan stands at the beach, barefoot and beautiful. He’s staring at the ocean and Felix hugs him from behind, digging his chin into his shoulder a little.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Our wedding.” Chan says and Felix freezes behind him. He turns around and smiles at him, bringing Felix around so they’re face to face. “I’m not proposing! Gosh, could you imagine? At someone else’s wedding? I always thought that’s so lazy.” He tucks Felix’s hair behind his ear and looks at him with a smile. “Besides, you deserve something much nicer. Special.”

“Oh.” Is all Felix can manage to get past his lips. Wedding of their own, like today, with all of their friends and family. What a thought.

“Now I have to wait for a long time so you’re surprised when it happens.”

“I’ll be surprised! I’ll be surprised if you propose tomorrow, I swear!”

Chan laughs. “Great. I’ll propose with a kiwi then.”

“Would you look at that, we’re looking at the shortest marriage in the world.” Felix squints at him. “Dibs on Seungmin as my lawyer!”

“Fuck you, don’t even joke about that.” Chan brings him for a hug and kisses his forehead.

Minho and Jisung didn’t want a bachelor party, saying it will be a waste since they’re already renting a house for a whole weekend. So when it’s just the eight of them again, the night stretches in front of them. More food and more alcohol and more happy tears.

“My baby is a husband now!” Felix yells as he straddles Jisung, covering his face in obnoxious kisses.

He looks to the side to catch Chan wrestling Minho to the floor. “My baby is a husband too!”

“Hyung! Hyung, I swear to god. Let me, hey, let me go, how is he so strong?” Minho fights for breath. “Changbin-ah, come help me!”

“On it.” Changbin gets up and lies on top of Minho, tickling him. “Congratulations, hyung! We’re so happy for you.”

Soon, everyone crawls on the floor and it’s a repetition of yesterday with Minho being showered with affection, until Jisung gets on top of him and then it’s hard to decipher who is smothering who. Chan doesn’t drink often, just on special occasions and when they’re all together and tonight checks both of those boxes.

Felix only registers he’s among most sober ones when his boyfriend starts cleaning up, as he always does when they he gets wasted. He watches, painfully fond, as Chan brings all the dishes to the kitchen and hums to himself, always making some type of noise. They’re the last to retreat to their room, Chan carrying him bridal style despite his state. Felix thinks about a wedding in the future again.

“Hey.” Chan grins at him when he flops on top of Felix on the bed, getting up on his elbows so he doesn’t suffocate him.

“Hi.” Felix grins at him.

“You said…” he hiccups. “Said, yesterday. That you won’t get to make me cum for 3 days. But we’re 2 for 2, babyyyyy.”

Felix chuckles, playing with the hair on Chan’s nape. “You’re right.”

Chan looks at his face for a second, before he yells, far too loudly. “Oh my god, wait here!”

Felix listens as Chan bangs on one of the doors and soon enough, Hyunjin’s voice carries through. “What’s up?”

“We need your eyeliner!”

“Eyeli—you know what, I don’t wanna know.” Hyunjin says and after a few seconds, Felix registers Seungmin in the hall too.

“I gotta see this.” He says as he follows Chan to their bedroom.

Felix watches and laughs as they push each other. “I am not above biting you, Kim Seungmin.” Chan threatens.

“Oh no!” Felix gasps. “Puppy on puppy violence.”

“I’m the puppy.” Seungmin says with a smile. “Hyung is an old dog. You’re so much more fun drunk than sober, let me see what you’re gonna do!”

“You can’t see, he’s my baby!” Chan whines.

“He’s everyone’s baby.” Seungmin tells him. “Is this a weird sex thing?”

“He’s my baby the most!” he manages to push Seungmin away and lock the door, all but running back to the bed.

“Yongbok-ah, scream if you need help!” Seungmin yells from the hall.

“I won’t need help, you asshole!” Felix yells back, before looking at Chan back on top of him. “I won’t need help, right?”

“What? ‘Course not.” He pouts and truly resembles a puppy.

“What if he pokes out your eye?” Seungmin insists.

“Go the fuck to sleep!” Felix blinks at Chan. “You’re not gonna poke out my eye, right?”

“No. Promise.”

Seungmin gives up and leaves. Felix watches Chan watch him with a dopey smile. “So… is it a weird sex thing?”

Chan tilts his head. “Do you want it to be? Want me to write all over you, baby?”

Felix laughs, getting more comfortable under Chan’s weight. “I mean… maybe not with Hyunjinnie’s eyeliner. He puts that thing around his eyes, you know.”

“You’re right.” Chan nods. “Can you close your eyes?”

“Are you for real gonna put makeup on me at 1am?” Felix laughs.

“No. Just… trust me? Close them and try not to laugh, okay?”

Felix can do that. He trusts Chan with his life. Eyes closed, he breathes in alcohol between them mixed with the smell of Chan’s skin that screams home to him, no matter where they are. Chan puts the eyeliner on his cheek and it tickles a little, but Felix tries his best not to grimace.

At first it looks like it’s random and Felix is so endeared with him, but then he realizes… Chan is doing something with his freckles. Felix doesn’t understand what’s up yet, but he should have realized sooner. Chan loves his freckles, always talks about them, kisses and counts them whenever he gets the chance. Claps excitedly during the summer when they darken.

Felix figures it’s safe to open his eyes since Chan is not putting the eyeliner on them, just on his cheekbones. His tongue is between his lips, a concentrated frown like when he works on one of his beats. Once he deems it finished, whatever it is, he puts the cap back on. Stares down at Felix with so much adoration Felix has to fight himself not to shy away.

“One sec.” Chan says and gets his phone. “Gonna use the flash, close your eyes.” Felix does as he’s told again, feeling the flash on his face as Chan takes several photos. “Look.” He tells him, showing them off.

Felix watches his face and the way his freckles have been connected with black lines. Some surprisingly straight and good, but most wiggly and shaky. Chan lies next to him and smiles. “Now they’re really constellations, you know.”

Felix looks at him and gets a sudden urge to cry. Chan always calls his freckles constellations and says they’re more beautiful than any night sky. Felix feels so loved, he doesn’t know what to do with it.

“Oh. What are they… what are they called?” he whispers, throat dry.

Chan presses his finger gently over them. “This is I love you the most. This one… Lee Felix is the loveliest human to grace the planet. This right here is called I’m so lucky I get to see him smile every day.”

Felix closes his eyes and hides in Chan’s neck, scooting as close as possible. Chan kisses his forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I know, baby.” he says. “You’re my lucky star. You’re every star, actually.” He removes Felix’s face so he can look at him, hand on his neck. “And the Moon and every planet too. The whole galaxy. You’re everything.”

“You’re my everything.” Felix kisses him.

They look at each other for a second before Chan’s eyes widen. “Oh, shit. I have nothing to remove this with.” He’s on his feet again in no time, back in the hallway. “Hyunjin-ah!”

Felix laughs to himself as he hears the door opening and Changbin’s voice. “I swear to god, I curse the day I introduced you two.”

Later, when Chan rubs off the lines from Felix’s face and they go back to being wrapped around in each other, Chan is stroking his hair and looking sad.

“What’s up?” Felix asks.

“I just…” he sighs. “I’m afraid you don’t know how much I love you.”

That might be the most ridiculous thing he’s said all day. “What?” Felix snorts and cups Chan’s cheek. “Hyung, you literally tell me multiple times a day you love me.”

“I know.” Chan frowns and looks seriously distressed about this. “But even that is not enough! Like, I could be telling you every second and it wouldn’t be true, I love you even more than that! I’m just sad because what if you die and you don’t know how much I love you?”

Felix can’t help but laugh at that too. “Chris, what? Where did this come from, I’m not dying any time soon!”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.” Chan nods and lowers himself until he can fit his head under Felix’s chin.

“For the record, I do know how much you love me.” Felix starts stroking his hair. “You don’t just say it. You show it too. I promise, I’m very aware.”

“Okay.” Chan says again and exhales. He lifts his head and smiles at Felix. “Hey, Lee Felix Yongbok?”

“Yes?”

“Never have I ever loved someone as much as I love you.”

Felix groans and pulls him back up to roll him on his back. “Y’know what, Bang Christopher Chan? Neither have I.”