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“That’s Zhong Chenle?” Donghyuck asks. “Renjun’s little step-bro? The one that was like–” Donghyuck holds his hand near his waist, “this big the last time we saw him?”

“Last time you saw him,” Mark corrects. “You’re the one that got rich and left everyone.”

Donghyuck holds his hands up in surrender. “Not my fault business started booming and my parents started to crave the finer things in life.”

Mark shrugs, both of their eyes averting back to Chenle, who’s moving his hips against an incredibly handsome, tall man. Donghyuck just can’t believe that this is Chenle. Obviously, people change as they grow up, but usually you can tell what kind of person someone will be once they reach around thirteen. Harsh, but you can’t tell Donghyuck that’s a lie. So nowhere in Donghyuck’s mind did he think that ten years later, he’d see music prodigy, basketball star, Zhong Chenle in a club, wearing a crop top and leather pants that sit sinfully low on his hips, showing off his toned stomach and painfully slim waist. Like so painful that Donghyuck feels like if he doesn’t have it in his hand in like five minutes, he’ll have an aneurysm and die in the middle of this club. 

“He’s fucking hot,” Donghyuck says. 

“He is,” Mark agrees. 

He wonders if this is breaking some kind of bro-code. They never really spoke about whether or not younger siblings were off limits. Plus, Chenle’s only like a year—maybe a bit more—younger than him. 

But it’s not about the age, it’s about the principle. 

Is it good manners to try and pursue your friend's younger brother?

Well, looks like they’re about to find out, because he just made eye contact with Chenle, and Donghyuck saw the recognition flash in the younger male’s eyes.  

“He’s coming over here,” Mark says.

“Yeah, duh.” Chenle removes himself from the man he’s dancing with, and heads right over to the pair. 

God, Chenle looks even better up close, with his smokey eyes and glossy lips. 

“Lee Donghyuck? Renjun’s friend?” Chenle asks. “It’s been like—ten years!”

“It’s been that long!” Donghyuck tries to be polite and keep eye contact with Chenle, but between the lips, and the exposed stomach, there’s a lot to look at. 

“And Mark-hyung.” Chenle smiles sweetly at Mark. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Uh– fancier seeing you here!”

Donghyuck knows that there’s something there. Mark only goes full loser mode when there’s something there. 

“You look good,” Donghyuck compliments. “Do you still play?”

Chenle looks more than pleased to show off his body, putting his hands on his hips and giving Donghyuck a three-sixty. 

“I do,” Chenle answers. “And what’s with this cool guy look you have going on?” He tugs on the lapels of Donghyuck’s leather jacket. 

Oh, this is definitely flirtatious. 

“What’s with this hot boy look you have going on?” Donghyuck asks, grabbing onto Chenle’s waist. “I don’t remember you looking like this.”

Chenle smirks, the purple lights of the club reflecting off of his shiny lips. “People change, Donghyuck-hyung. Don’t they, Mark?”

Donghyuck needs to get to the bottom of whatever happened between these two, because between the coy look Chenle sends Mark, and the shy one that Mark returns, there's something deeper here. 

“They do,” Mark answers. Chenle turns back to Donghyuck, still grinning. 

God, those fucking cheekbones. Chenle definitely grew into his looks. 

Donghyuck has to do it. 

“You were putting on quite the show over there,” Donghyuck says. “Care to give me one?”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Chenle turns around, Donghyuck taking in the sight of his smooth and pale back, and still fixating on that tiny waist of his. And Donghyuck feels like an electric shock has been sent through him once Chenle begins to move his ass against him. 

This is beautiful. This is what the club is all about. Dancing with pretty boys. 

Donghyuck finally forces his eyes to break away from Chenle, and looks up at Mark, who looks so lost. Like a lost loser. 

Donghyuck turns his attention back to Chenle, lowering his hands from his waist down to his hips, toying with the waistband of his pants. Both move to the rhythm of the music, and Donghyuck feels himself becoming consumed in the younger male. And he’s beginning to feel a bit playful, so he moves one of his hands to the back of Chenle’s head, untying the black bandana that he’s using as a headband, stuffing it in his jacket pocket. Chenle looks back at him, and instead of getting upset at him like a lot of people tend to do, he just plucks Donghyuck’s sunglasses right off of his face, smiling at him and placing them on his own face instead. 

Bro-code be damned. Chenle is matching his freak too well—Donghyuck has to fuck him tonight. 

And Mark can either get with the program, or get lost. 

Chenle pushes the sunglasses to the top of his head, and then makes a quick gesture with his eyes over to Mark. Donghyuck catches his drift, and nods at him. 

Chenle stands up straight, and Donghyuck walks them both until Chenle’s chest to chest with Mark. The youngest wraps his arms around Mark’s neck and whispers something in his ear, and it causes the oldest to suddenly loosen up a bit. 

Chenle might be a miracle worker. 

Donghyuck is the one who leans into both of them and says, “You guys wanna take this somewhere more private?”

“My place?” Chenle asks. 

“Sure.”

Regretfully, they have to pull apart, but Chenle hooks his arms with both of theirs. Donghyuck fishes his car keys out of his pocket and hands them over to Mark, Donghyuck would love to show off his car and drive, but he also wants to get to know this new babe of a Zhong Chenle. 

“How’d you get here?” Donghyuck asks. 

“Uber,” Chenle answers as they finally exit the club. 

“Perfect,” Donghyuck answers. No extra car to worry about driving, so all of Chenle’s attention can be on him. 

Mark enters the driver’s seat of Donghyuck’s BMW, while Donghyuck drags Chenle into the back—no need to lose their momentum. 

“We have a bit of a ride,” Mark says as he checks the navigation. 

“No problem for us,” Donghyuck teases. “Just try not to get distracted and crash.”

Chenle bursts out into laughter, which causes Donghyuck to realize that there’s some things that don’t change.

“Donghyuck-hyung,” Chenle says, leaning in close. Donghyuck is already sitting with his back to the door, and Chenle’s crawling onto his lap, cornering him like a predator cornering its prey. 

Donghyuck would be a liar if he said that it doesn’t make him excited.

“When did you get so hot?” Chenle moans before pressing his sticky lips against Donghyuck’s. He gets a good taste of Chenle’s strawberry flavored gloss as he ravages his lips, Donghyuck sinking his teeth into that plump bottom lip.

“Hyung, are you trying to make me bleed?” Chenle pouts as he pulls away. He moves his lips down to Donghyuck’s neck, sucking a sweet spot, eliciting a loud moan out of him.

“You’re loud.” Donghyuck feels the vibrations from Chenle’s laughter. 

“No teasing your hyung.” Donghyuck playfully smacks Chenle’s butt. “Where are your manners?”

“Gonna punish me, hyung?” Chenle looks up at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“I don’t do punishment, but–“ Donghyuck smirks at him, “you can make it up another way.”

Donghyuck unbuttons his jeans, leaving Chenle to continue. He doesn’t remember the last time he had a good backseat blowjob. 

Chenle gets the memo and dips his head down near Donghyuck’s groin, quickly unzipping his jeans. The younger digs his nose into Donghyuck’s underwear, taking a big sniff. 

Donghyuck chuckles. Oh , Chenle is one of them. 

He finally pulls down his briefs, and little Donghyuck comes out in full swing, already fully erect. Donghyuck’s been hard since Chenle was dancing on him in the club. 

“Fucking hell,” Chenle swears. “Didn’t think a guy your height would be packing all this.”

“I hear that a lot.”

“Can’t wait to have it inside of me,” Chenle says. “You might be bigger than Mark.”

So they have fucked. 

Donghyuck’s eye flick over to Mark, who’s shooting him a quick glare. 

“Jealous, hyung?” Donghyuck teases. “I just came back and I’m already giving you a run for your money.”

Right then, Chenle takes a good portion of Donghyuck’s cock into his mouth. 

“Fuck,” Donghyuck groans. He thrusts up into Chenle’s warm and wet mouth, nearly gagging him. He notices the tears starting to prickle up in the corner of the younger’s eyes from the action, but Chenle doesn’t seem to mind, starting to take Donghyuck in and out of his mouth at a smooth pace.

“You were made for this,” Donghyuck moans as he tangles his fingers in Chenle’s bleach blonde hair. “You’re sure you’re not some sort of pornstar?”

Donghyuck gets no answer besides the lewd squelching sounds of Chenle sucking his cock.

“Mark-hyung,” Donghyuck calls, “you never told me that little Zhong Chenle was a throat goat.” 

Mark chokes on his own spit, eliciting a loud laugh out of Donghyuck.

Donghyuck decides to shut the fuck up and just admire the hot guy giving him a blowjob, especially when he’s working so hard, staring up with those alluring eyes of his.

“I’m close,” Donghyuck says, pulling Chenle off of his cock before he can cum in his mouth, cumming all over his underwear instead. “Bad manners to cum in your mouth before we get to properly catch up.”

Chenle laughs, moving up on Donghyuck’s lap and beginning to suck on his neck again. “Is any of this good manners?”

Nope. Not at all, and if Renjun found out, he’d be serving Donghyuck’s head to pigs off a platter.

“How are we doing on time?” Donghyuck asks.

“Sixteen minutes left.”

That’s enough to get something done.

Donghyuck’s hands fall to Chenle’s belt, quickly undoing it and pulling his pants down. He uses one hand to cup Chenle’s cock, and gropes his ass with the other.

And he feels something hard.

“Looks like I hit the jackpot.”

Chenle lifts his face up from Donghyuck’s neck and smiles at him slyly. “I had a reason for coming out tonight.”

“You’re all prepped and ready,” Donghyuck says. “I think we can get a round in before we make it home, do you?”

“I think we can.”

There’s enough space in the backseat for Donghyuck to just bend Chenle over and fuck him right here, but with how hellbent both of them are to provoking Mark, Donghyuck doesn’t see a reason to do that.

The pair reposition themselves so that Donghyuck is sitting in the middle seat, and Chenle is on his lap facing the front—like they’re in a reverse cowgirl position adjusted for backseat car sex, Chenle’s hands bracing himself on the driver’s side and passenger side seats. Is this obstructing Mark’s view through the back windshield? Yes. Is this dangerous as fuck? Yes. Do either of them care? No.

“Hey hyung,” Chenle greets breathily as he pops his head beside Mark. Donghyuck’s in the back trying not to laugh as he pulls the buttplug out of Chenle’s ass, where it seems like the younger male used a decent amount of lube, as some dribbles out.

Donghyuck still spits on his fingers before shoving two of them in, making Chenle gasp. He thrusts them in and out a few times, before deciding that Chenle already adequately prepped. 

“Big dick’s in town,” Donghyuck announces before he starts to sit Chenle on his cock inch by inch.

“Fuck!” The younger male moans. “He really is.”

Renjun is just going to have to hate him, because they only just rekindled, and Donghyuck’s already decided that Chenle isn’t a lay that he can let go.

Donghyuck kisses Chenle’s clothed back once he’s fully sat on his cock. “All your call now, beautiful.”

Chenle starts to ride his cock, Donghyuck sitting back and enjoying the gorgeous view of Chenle’s plush ass moving up and down on his length.

“Mark-hyung,” Chenle whines as they come to a stoplight. Mark finally turns and looks at Chenle, and that’s when the younger grabs Mark’s chin, pulling him into a kiss.

Donghyuck lets out a guttural moan—this is a view that he won’t forget for a long time.

Chenle pulls away right when the light changes, and they’re lucky that it’s the middle of the night, or else there would’ve been dozens of beeps sounding behind him. 

“Time?” Donghyuck asks. 

“Ten minutes,” Chenle answers. 

“All the time in the world.” Donghyuck grabs Chenle’s waist and thrusts up into him hard. 

“Shit!” He curses. “Trying to rearrange my guts?”

Donghyuck smacks Chenle’s ass. “Whatever it takes to give you the best fuck of your life.”

“Think you can dethrone Mark-hyung?”

“We’ll figure that out tonight,” Donghyuck answers. “Maybe I won’t dethrone him—but the double team will be better.”

Donghyuck pinches Chenle’s hip. “Let’s turn you around. I wanna see that pretty face.”

They pause for a moment so that Chenle can reposition himself. Donghyuck slides his back down the seat a bit so that Chenle has a bit more headroom. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Donghyuck moans once he sees Chenle’s face again. His eyeliner is starting to run from the sweat and tears wetting his face. 

“Thanks, hot guy,” Chenle responds before sitting back down on his cock. 

Donghyuck stares up at Chenle as he jerks him off, watching how he reacts to the combined stimulation from impaling himself on Donghyuck’s cock. The younger male is panting like crazy. 

He rubs the tip of Chenle’s cock, where cum is already beginning to squirt out. 

“I’m close too,” Donghyuck moans, feeling around for the buttplug. “Do you want me to pull out?”

“Please don’t,” Chenle says. 

And so Donghyuck fills him up, which is probably irresponsible on both of their parts, but they already were fucking raw, so it doesn’t even matter at this point. Plus, Donghyuck knows that he’s clean, and he’ll just trust that Chenle is as well. 

He plugs his cum up in Chenle’s butt as they pull into a parking garage. 

“Made good time,” Donghyuck says. “I came twice before we even made it here.”

“Must be nice,” Mark remarks from the front seat. 

“You’ll get a turn, Mark-hyung,” Chenle comforts as he pulls his bottoms back on. 

Chenle and Donghyuck put themselves together as best as they can, pretending that they don’t see the cum all over themselves. 

The way up to Chenle’s penthouse feels like a movie scene, mainly because of how silly it is. Donghyuck and Chenle are all sweaty and cum covered, while Mark is next to them looking normal as ever. 

“Mark’s turn,” Chenle says as they entire his place, him dragging them down a hallway to what Donghyuck can easily conclude is his room. 

Chenle jumps Mark’s bones, pushing him onto the bed and immediately wrestling his shirt off of his body. 

“Damn!” Donghyuck already figured that Chenle worked fast, but he just proved it once again.

Chenle momentarily removes his lips from where they’re ravaging Mark’s neck, and turns to Donghyuck. “Can you help hyung out here? Lube is in that drawer.”

Donghyuck nods; this wouldn’t be the first time that he’s touched Mark’s dick. It’s been a while since the first time, but Donghyuck doesn’t plan to miss out on the rest of the fun just because he had a turn, so he grabs the lube and makes himself comfortable next to Mark. He and Chenle are occupied eating each other’s faces off, so Donghyuck takes it upon himself to pull down Mark’s pants and underwear. 

Mark’s semi-hard cock springs out, and they do look around the same size. He lathers his cock in lube, and begins to stroke it. 

Donghyuck isn’t against admitting that Mark has a nice dick. It’s long, veiny, and porn star-ish in a way. 

He feels himself getting hard again already. 

“Are you ready, hyung?” Chenle asks when he pulls away. 

“I’m ready,” he chokes out. 

Chenle looks over at Donghyuck. “Help me?”

Fuck, he’s so hot. 

Donghyuck undoes Chenle’s pants for him, pulling them off and then admiring the plug in his ass. He presses a quick kiss on Chenle’s small, but perky, ass, before removing the plug and guiding his hole to Mark’s cock. He gulps as he watches Chenle’s take in all of Mark in one go. 

“Liked that?” He asks, looking over at Donghyuck. 

“I did.”

Chenle keeps riding Mark’s cock, and Donghyuck watches, pulling out his own cock and stroking it. 

Donghyuck tries to not regard Mark too much, focusing on Chenle, but the two of them just look so good together. The way that Chenle’s fingers tangle in Mark’s black hair, contrasting his pale skin. The way that Mark’s eyes scan Chenle’s body with pure admiration. How Chenle’s hands come down to rest on Mark’s pecs as they kiss. 

There’s something so sexy about the intimacy of the act, not just the sex itself. 

“Hyung,” Chenle moans during their kiss. “Donghyuck-hyung looks left out, should we let him in?”

And the nasty look that Mark sends Donghyuck is unmatched. 

But little does Mark know, Donghyuck knows that look anywhere. 

That’s pure, unbridled, jealousy. 

Now Donghyuck knows that’s why he’s never heard about any sort of sexual escapade with Chenle; because Mark was keeping him to himself.

But if that’s the game that Mark’s playing, then Donghyuck guesses that he can join. 

“I’ll get in where I fit in,” Donghyuck answers before Mark can. 

Donghyuck kneels next to them, his cock springing in Chenle’s face. The younger immediately takes it in his mouth, sucking him off as he takes Mark’s cock. 

When Chenle’s eyes flicker shut, Donghyuck looks down and meets Mark’s eyes. Despite already fucking Chenle’s warm and tight hole, he seems upset that the younger male’s undivided attention is no longer on him. 

Donghyuck mouths a ‘Fuck you’ to Mark, and the older glares at him again, before returning his eyes to Chenle’s torso. Lame ass probably can’t even handle watching Chenle suck his cock. 

When Chenle lifts himself off of Mark’s cock and removes his mouth from Donghyuck’s, he assumes that Mark’s finished with him. 

But he knows that they can go one more round—especially because Chenle’s still looking up at him with those ‘Fuck me!’ eyes. 

“Come, baby,” Donghyuck beckons him. He then bends Chenle over, resting his hands on waist. 

Donghyuck starts drilling into the youngest male, relishing in the loud cries he lets out. His whines are like music to Donghyuck’s ears. 

Mark is still looking at Donghyuck like he hates him, and he can’t help but wonder where the animosity has come from. 

Sharing is caring, after all. 

“Mark-hyung,” Chenle cries out, reaching for the older male which causes him to jump up. He then just stares at Chenle like an idiot. 

“He wants a kiss, dumbass,” Donghyuck says, now thrusting into Chenle extra fast. 

“Oh shit,” Mark curses, before diving in and pressing their lips together. 

Stupid Mark. 

Donghyuck spills in Chenle for the second time, giving him his third load of the night. The younger man collapses onto the bed, now seemingly satiated. 

Donghyuck falls next to him, also tired between their car escapade and now. 

Chenle cranes his head back and plants his lips on Donghyuck’s. He’s already figured out that Chenle’s a big kisser, and that’s great, ‘cause Donghyuck is too. 

He then plants his lips on Mark’s, moving their lips together for a few seconds as well before stopping. 

“Now you two have to kiss each other,” Chenle says. Donghyuck laughs it off, because he’s not kissing Mark. 

“I’m serious,” Chenle says. “Or neither of you are ever touching me again.”

Well shit. 

Donghyuck leans over Chenle and places a chaste kiss on Mark’s lips, lacking even an ounce of the passion or raunch that either of them shared with Chenle that night. 

“Let’s lay here for a few minutes before we clean up,” Chenle says. “And you both are staying the night, right?”

Donghyuck wakes up in a spacious bed, with a pair of arms wrapped around his midsection, and legs tangled with his own. 

“Morning, sleepyhead,” a tired voice says. “Looks like Mark pulled an Irish exit on us.”

“Morning, beautiful,” Donghyuck says as he turns to face Chenle. “It’s fine that he left, the two of us needed to catch up anyway.”

The two of them do so over tea in Chenle’s spacious living room. Donghyuck thinks that it even puts his own to shame. 

“So why’d you come back?” Chenle asks. 

Donghyuck and his family left their home city ten years ago after his parents’ restaurant boomed following a famous chef recommending it. His parents moved them to the suburbs, and he hadn’t seen his friends since then. 

But now Donghyuck is twenty-five, and deliberately looked for a job back here. He wanted to return back to the familiar scenery, even if it’s a more affluent part of the town. Donghyuck is also just realizing that he doesn’t live very far from Chenle. 

“Homesickness,” Donghyuck answers. “I missed it here.”

“You missed your friends,” Chenle corrects, and he is indeed right. 

“I did,” Donghyuck responds. 

“Renjun did tell me that you came back to town,” Chenle says. 

“Why’d you never come see me?” Donghyuck teases. He’s met up with his old crew, Mark, Renjun, Jaemin, and Jeno, a couple of times. 

“I’m grown up now.” Chenle shrugs. “I don’t need to tag along with my older brother and his friends”

“Right,” Donghyuck sighs. He and Chenle were never really ‘friends’, just friends by proximity. Even back then, Donghyuck wouldn’t have considered them very close. 

“Plus, I don’t hang around them much anymore,” he says, “hard to hang around a group where you ran through all of them.”

Donghyuck almost spits out his tea. 

“So I was the last to get a taste of Chenle?” He asked. Damn, so Chenle fucked Jaemin and Jeno too? Well, he gets it, they’ve both gotten hot as fuck. 

“You were the last piece to the puzzle,” Chenle plays along. “I’ve now officially slept with my brother’s entire friend group.”

“Does he know that?”

“Not about you, obviously,” Chenle says. “But everyone else, yeah.”

“How’d Renjun react?” Donghyuck asks. 

“Donghyuck, he chewed me out so bad,” Chenle whines. “He freaked out at all of us, but he called me ‘a little slut who’s always been thirsty for attention.’”

Now that’s fucking harsh. 

“I forgave him, but our relationship hasn’t been the same since then.”

“That’s so messed up,” Donghyuck gasps. 

“I mean, he wasn’t wrong, but that’s not something you wanna hear from your older brother that you look up to, you know?” 

“I get it.” Donghyuck knows Renjun, and he is generally a nice person, but when he gets mad, his tongue is like a whip. 

“So now I just kind of stay in my own lane,” Chenle says. “I meet a lot of people through my job, and Mark also keeps me company also.”

“You have me now, too,” Donghyuck adds, making Chenle giggle.

“I do?”

“After that good of a fuck? You’re not going anywhere, sir.”

“I’m glad.” Chenle buries his face in Donghyuck’s shoulder as he laughs. 

Donghyuck and Chenle exchange numbers before he leaves, promising to keep in touch. Donghyuck knows that he will, because he’s going to text Chenle as soon as he gets home. He’s not trying to be clingy or anything, but this is going to be more than a one night stand. 

When he gets home, he takes a nap despite not doing anything else besides his debrief with Chenle. He wakes up to texts in their group chat that evening proposing a boy’s night at Renjun’s place, which he agrees to go to. Then he goes to his private messages with Mark, asking the older male if he wants a ride, to which he agrees. 

He lays around, trying to play video games to get the flashbacks of the previous night out of his head. 

God, Chenle is a dream. 

Once it’s time for him to go, he picks up Mark, who’s acting completely normal. Not even a trace of whatever malice he was feeling towards Donghyuck the previous night. Mark and Donghyuck have had their fair share of arguments and disagreements in their fifteen year long friendship, from Donghyuck stealing Mark’s first kiss, to Mark snitching on Donghyuck to his parents for getting one of their neighbors to buy him alcohol at thirteen. 

Even after Donghyuck left, they all still kept in touch, which means that they continued to argue as they became adults. 

But this is honestly the first time that Donghyuck can say that there’s been some sort of animosity between them over a…love interest? Would Donghyuck even call Chenle that?

Case and point is, Mark and Donghyuck have never fought over a man. 

“Where’d you go this morning?” Donghyuck finds himself asking. 

“Had to meet up with some coworkers.”

Donghyuck knows at the bottom of his heart that Mark is bullshitting—but he’ll let him. If Mark wants to lie, that’s well within his rights as a human being. 

They make it to Renjun’s place in one piece, and are met by the other three already inside. 

“Tweedledee and Tweedledum have arrived,” Jaemin says as they enter. 

“And we’re here to meet with stupid, stupider, and stupidest,” Donghyuck shoots back. 

He plops down on Renjun’s couch, his childhood memories flooding back like they’ve been every time that he comes here. Renjun’s mother and Chenle’s father moved back to China to retire, leaving Renjun the house. After Chenle and Renjun’s falling out, Chenle moved out, meaning that Renjun has the place to himself now. Donghyuck imagines that Renjun gets lonely, and that’s why he invites them over at least once a week, maybe even twice. 

Mark sits down next to him, and Donghyuck rests his head on his shoulder. 

“Where’d Jeno go?” Donghyuck asks. “And Renjun? They were just here—don’t tell me they’re in the bathroom playing with each other!”

“Gross!” Jaemin shouts. “Shut up!”

“Nobody is playing with each other!” Renjun’s voice resounds throughout the entire house. “He’s helping me get the projector!”

Donghyuck looks over at the blank spot on the wall where the TV’s supposed to be. 

“He put it in the garage,” Jaemin explains. “He’s on some sort of hippie kick and thought that a projector fit the vibe better.”

“Weirdo.”

“I heard that, asshole!” Renjun shouts from right behind Donghyuck. 

Donghyuck watches as Jeno and Renjun set up the contraption, not bothering to offer any help. They’ll be alright. 

“Did you clean your backseat?” Mark suddenly asks. 

“What happened in your backseat?” Renjun asks. 

“A good fucking time,” Donghyuck answers. 

“With each other?” He asks. 

Mark and Donghyuck look at each other, before breaking out into laughter. 

“No,” Donghyuck answers. “You wouldn’t like the answer,” he whispers. 

“What’d you say?”

“I said some guy I met at the club,” Donghyuck lies. “He was pretty as fuck.”

“Did you get his number?” Jeno asks. 

“I did,” Donghyuck says. “And we had a nice talk this morning. He actually doesn’t live far from me, I’m surprised we’ve never run into each other before.”

Donghyuck feels eyes boring into the side of his head. He’s starting to get those jealousy vibes from Mark again. 

“Are you trying to pursue a relationship with him?” Jaemin asks. 

Donghyuck debates his answer, wondering if he should push Mark’s buttons just because. 

“Not necessarily,” Donghyuck answers. “Just wanna keep him in my back pocket, ‘cause he was a fucking good lay.”

They finally get the projector set up, and Renjun gives them their movie options for the night. They decide on one after a long and drawn out argument, before they finally order their takeout and get settled. 

Donghyuck is sitting at the farthest end of the couch, still leaning on Mark, while the other three are strewn out against the rest. 

He feels his phone vibrate, and when he takes it out his pocket, he sees Chenle’s name on his lock screen. He turns his brightness all the way down, even though that won’t stop Mark from seeing what’s on his screen. 

chenle

hyungieeee

i’m boreddd 

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The photo is just a selfie of Chenle in bed. His hair is all messy like he just woke up—and Donghyuck wouldn’t be surprised he just woke up from a nap, because he and Mark definitely tired him out the night before. 

Donghyuck escapes to the bathroom, taking a selfie to send back. 

chenle 

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hyung is bored too lol

guess where i’m at?

It only takes Chenle a few seconds to respond. 

chenle 

renjun-hyung?

yep

boys night

lollll

haven’t got an invite in years

we can have our own night

me you and mark-hyung

it’ll be way more fun than this

the movie they chose is boring anyways 

it will

won’t it ;)

Donghyuck chuckles; looks like both of their minds are in the same place. 

chenle 

i’m gonna go back

don’t want them to accuse me of jerking off or something 

lol

ttyl hyung <3

later chenle

He’s cute as hell. 

Donghyuck returns to his spot next to Mark, and he knows that his hyung knows that he was texting Chenle. He must’ve seen before he left, or maybe he has some sort of intuition. Either way, Donghyuck doesn’t care. He’s not laying off unless Mark verbally tells him to. Chenle didn’t make it sound like he was anything but friends with Mark, and if Mark has a thing for Chenle and is actively trying to pursue him, the second he says so, Donghyuck will stop. 

But it looks like Chenle is a free agent, so once again, until Donghyuck gets word to stop, he’s gonna keep going. 

Once the movie’s finished, Renjun is half asleep and kicks everyone out, except Jeno of course. 

“What’s with you and Chenle?” Donghyuck asks in their drive back. He can see Mark’s expression go visibly disturbed from his peripheral vision. 

“Nothing,” Mark answers. “We’re friends with benefits, kind of.”

“What does the ‘kind of’ mean?” 

“We don’t fuck often,” Mark says. “And besides that we’re literally just friends.”

Donghyuck nods. “So that means me swooping in is fine, right?”

“Yeah, it’s cool.” 

And Donghyuck isn’t saying that Mark isn’t cool with it, but it seems like there’s a bit more to the story. 

“Do you have feelings for him?” Donghyuck asks. 

“No.”

“Then why are you acting like that?”

Mark’s getting all moody with him, great. 

“Donghyuck, if you’re asking for my permission to have sex with him, you don’t need it. If he wants to sleep with you, then sleep with him.”

“Fine,” Donghyuck says. He just wanted to be a good friend, but if Mark wants to be like this, then Donghyuck won’t bother. 

Mark changes the topic, and the tense energy disappears for the rest of the drive. 

Once Donghyuck gets home, he gets undressed and decides to send Chenle a surprise. Donghyuck mastered the art of dick pics back in college. Dark room, back camera, messy hair. 

chenle 

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omooo

hyunggg

>.<

Donghyuck laughs at Chenle’s response, smiling as he sees two attachments come in from Chenle. 

chenle

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see me soon?

just say the word

i’ll come running

The pictures are of Chenle’s ass in the mirror, scantily clad with a pair of shorts that covers up half of it at most.

chenle

haha hyung

it’s late and i’m horny

ignore me

you can see me later this week

it’s okay

i’ll talk you through it

on the phone

really?

shit

Donghyuck can use one entire hand to count the amount of wet dreams he’s had about Chenle in the past five days—which means that he’s had one every night. They’ve been talking everyday, a mixture of casual conversation and sexting. He thanks god that it’s Friday, because now he’s on his way to Chenle’s place. Casual hangout? Fuck session? He doesn’t know yet. 

He punches in the code to his place and enters to see the living room empty, but hears clanging further in the house. He continues walking, to where he sees Chenle standing at the kitchen sink. 

“Hey,” Donghyuck greets, resting a bag of miscellaneous items that he bought from the store, not sure what Chenle would like. 

Chenle turns his head, smiling brightly at him. “Hey! You got here early—I didn’t even have time to get dressed!”

The younger male is wearing a pair of black shorts that hug his hips with a white shirt. 

Donghyuck smiles, coming up behind him and grabbing his ass. 

“How about I fuck you in this, and then you can change your outfit.”

“When I’m done washing up,” Chenle says. Donghyuck ignores him, pulling down his shorts anyway and spreading his cheeks. 

“Donghyuck!” Chenle cries. The older male chuckles. He goes over to the bag that he placed on the table and grabs a bottle of lube out of it. 

“You can do both,” Donghyuck says. “I believe in you.”

He slathers his fingers in lube, before pushing one in. Chenle moans loudly, poking his ass out more to give Donghyuck better access as he moves his finger in and out. 

“You’re so tight,” Donghyuck moans. “Shit.”

He increases his pace, wanting to get him ready for another. Donghyuck stuffs in another finger, making Chenle let out another choked moan.

“Let it all out, baby.” Donghyuck giggles somewhat sadistically, ramming his fingers into Chenle. 

And when Chenle is adequately prepped, Donghyuck pulls his leaking cock out of his pants, slipping into Chenle with ease due to his amazing prep job. 

Chenle arches his back as he rests against the edge of the sink, pushing back into Donghyuck. 

And he likes that, Donghyuck loves someone who likes to play catch. 

Donghyuck rests his hands on his own hips, now unmoving. 

“If you want it, you have to work for it now.”

Chenle doesn’t argue, instead beginning to rock his hips back and forth, throwing it back on his cock. 

If they hadn’t only been messing around for just a week, Donghyuck would say that he’s in love. Zhong Chenle is literally the perfect man. 

Pretty, sweet, can cook, tight, matches Donghyuck’s energy. 

God, Mark better be okay with sharing, because he’s not letting go of this one anytime soon. 

“Come, let’s try something different.”

Is Donghyuck just trying to show off that he’s been going to the gym recently? Maybe. Is he praying that he doesn’t fuck this up? Definitely. 

When Chenle turns around, Donghyuck says, “Wrap your arms around my neck.”

The younger male does so as he kicks off his shorts. Perfect. 

Donghyuck lifts him up, wrapping Chenle’s legs around his torso, and then pinning him to a wall. He takes a moment to guide his cock back into Chenle’s hole, before starting to thrust into him again. 

“Donghyuck-ah,” Chenle moans breathily. “Ah—you’re so strong.”

That compliment goes straight to his dick, making him fuck into Chenle’s tight heat even faster. 

“Just what I wanted to hear,” Donghyuck says before smashing his lips on Chenle’s, kissing him messily. 

Now, he definitely won’t be going to the gym with Jaemin and Jeno, because he’s not going that hard, but this is enough motivation to continue with his minuscule weight training routine. 

Donghyuck cums inside of Chenle, and the younger follows not too long after. 

“That was hot,” Chenle says as he picks his shirts up off of the ground, blushing a bit. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up, can you watch the food?”

“Anything for you.” Donghyuck smacks Chenle’s ass, and in retaliation the younger slaps him with his shorts before covering his butt and running off. 

Cutie. 

Donghyuck feels like he’s been waiting for years once Chenle finally returns. The younger male immediately shuts the burners off, and begins to plate their food. 

“Wifey material,” Donghyuck sings as Chenle sets a plate in front of him. 

“Would you really want a brother-in-law like Renjun?” Chenle asks as he takes his seat. 

“Not really,” Donghyuck answers. “But I’d see it through for you.”

“Laying it on strong, are we?” Chenle chuckles. 

“I feel like I have been since last week.” Donghyuck takes a bite of his dinner, which tastes like heaven. 

“I see.” Chenle taps his fork against his plate, the clanging making a surprisingly pleasant sound. “You have plans for me, Lee Donghyuck.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Well I have plans for you too.”

After dinner, they lay on Chenle’s couch, talking as some drama plays on the TV. 

“I’ll ask Mark to come over next week,” Chenle says, grabbing his phone and scrolling through. 

Donghyuck wonders what this new dynamic between the three of them is going to be. He watched ‘Challengers’ on the plane ride here about two months ago, and he considers if that’ll be them, but he doesn’t think that he’ll ruin his friendship with Mark over Chenle. 

“He said okay,” Chenle says. 

“Woah,” he gasps. “Mark never replies that quickly to me!”

“Well he does to me.” Chenle sticks his tongue out at Donghyuck, making the older man pull him over, laying him across his lap. 

“Bad boy!” Donghyuck begins to playfully spank Chenle.

“Ah! Stop hitting me!” Chenle grabs a pillow and smacks him in the face with it. 

“You win.” Donghyuck surrenders.

“I always do.”

And Donghyuck believes it. 

They hang around for another hour or so before Donghyuck leaves, Chenle saying that he has something to do for work in the morning, making Donghyuck wonder what exactly he does for a living—especially to live in a penthouse. 

Maybe he’s actually a pornstar. 

The next week passes by like normal, Donghyuck goes to work and is bored out of his mind for eight hours a day. Then he gets to go home and talk to Chenle. Sometimes he’ll get on FaceTime with the crew, sometimes he’ll just talk to Mark. 

Life is completely normal, but Donghyuck kind of hates that. 

“Melt!” Which is why he randomly showed up to Mark’s place on a Wednesday evening. “Melt! Let me in!”

He has Mark’s door code, but being a nuisance is much more entertaining. 

“Didn’t I say you could let yourself in?” Mark nags as he swings the door open. Donghyuck doesn’t pay him any attention, pushing him to the side and entering the apartment. 

“What’s for dinner?” Donghyuck asks, confused as to why the kitchen is absolutely spotless when it’s nearing seven already. 

“I was gonna order out,” Mark says. “You know I hate cooking.”

Donghyuck isn’t satisfied with that, so he opens Mark’s fridge and freezer to see what he has, and he literally has a kitchen full of groceries. 

“Really, Mark?” Donghyuck scolds. “All of this food in here and you wanna eat out?”

He has no time to thaw out any meat, so he grabs some packages of tofu out of the fridge, along with some other ingredients he can use to make some stew or something. 

“You’re too grown up to be frivolously spending on takeout because you refuse to cook,” Donghyuck starts to say as he searches for Mark’s cutting board. “It’s important that you…”

And despite the fact that Donghyuck knows that Mark is definitely tuning him out, he drones on about how important it is to cook and use your groceries before they expire, because then you’ll waste your money. 

Once Donghyuck throws all of the ingredients into the pot and starts some rice in the cooker, he joins Mark at the kitchen table.

“Bro, go look in the group chat,” Mark says, an amused expression on his face. 

“What’s going on?” Donghyuck takes his phone out of his pocket, to see that their chat is blowing up with messages. “Oh shit.”

Renjun and Jaemin are arguing. 

“How did it start?” Donghyuck asks, trying to keep up with the messages that keep flying in every second. 

“Looks like it’s because Jaemin and Jeno fucked.”

“Wait—what?” Donghyuck starts scratching his head, wondering if he’s lost on something. “Aren’t Jeno and Renjun dating?”

“No.” Mark looks at him like he’s crazy. “It’s just like a situationship.”

Ah, one of their messy group situationships. Donghyuck missed experiencing most of them in person, but he’s heard tales. From whatever Mark and Renjun had a couple of years ago, to the infamous Mark and Jaemin run, which amounted to a nasty threesome when Donghyuck came to visit. He still can’t see Jaemin the same—the same Jaemin that’s always loved trying to emasculate Donghyuck, got on his knees and begged for his cock. 

That was when Donghyuck realized that Mark could really work some type of magic on people. Donghyuck has seen one too many people go completely outside of their character because of Mark, and he really just doesn’t get it. Like yeah, Mark is hot and all, and yeah, he has a nice dick, but Donghyuck doesn’t think that he can see him as anything else than his loser best friend. He doesn’t even know how Mark was able to drive Jaemin so insane, since they’ve been friends nearly as long as he has been with Mark. He should’ve been able to see through him by that point.

Donghyuck remembers the Mark who had braces, and those thick framed glasses, and a snapback glued to his head at all times. He remembers the Mark that threw up behind a tree after confessing his crush to Mina when they were like fifteen. 

He just can’t see Mark as some casanova, and maybe that’s why he’s been immune to the Mark disease that everyone his hyung pursues tends to catch. 

Now back to the topic at hand. 

“But why would Jaemin do that?” Donghyuck asks. “Well, really, why would Jeno do that? How did Renjun even find out?”

“I think he went over to Jeno’s place and saw a used condom in the garbage,” Mark says. “And you know Jeno gives in quick, so he must’ve snitched.”

“Damn,” Donghyuck gasps, now seeing that Renjun is throwing around that ‘slut’ word again. Seems like he likes it. 

He decides that maybe this is a good time to test the waters with Mark, just to see after all. 

“If only they knew that sharing is caring,” Donghyuck sighs, shaking his head. 

Mark shoots him a side eye, but then nods in agreement. “It is. I think a threesome could solve all of their problems.”

A threesome could solve all of Donghyuck’s problems that he doesn’t even have, which is why he can’t wait for Saturday. 

“Can you go and stir the stew?” Donghyuck asks. 

Mark stands up and goes over to the stove, and as he grabs the spoon to stir, Donghyuck snaps a picture of him. 

chenle 

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hard at work

lol

is that mark cooking?

no fucking way

are you a miracle worker???

lmao i wish

i’m cooking

i just made him stir

never hurts to hope for 

oh

and what’s going on with renjun and jaemin?

you know?

renjun’s posting betrayal quotes on his ig story again

and jaemin posted a middle finger on his note

they’re so dramatic 

jeno and jaemin fucked 

but jeno and renjun have something going on

well shit

yes he called jaem a slut

HAHAHA

everyone is a slut to him 

sorry we’re not all perfect and abstinent

makes me glad we didn’t go to college together 

he would’ve hated to see me lolll

we’re young

and hot

sex is life rn

rather do it now before my ass can’t take it anymore

real shit

Donghyuck cringes—that was such a Mark response of him. 

He goes back over to the group chat, when now Jeno has finally decided to interject. 

He would say that these three will be the death of him, but they’ll bounce back. They always do. 

On Saturday Donghyuck punches in the code to Chenle’s home, figuring that if the younger shared it with him, then he’s free to use it at his own discretion. It’s not like his company is unwanted—he was invited after all. 

And when he enters, he’s met with a juicy sight. 

Mark and Chenle are on the couch, too enamored with each other to even realize that Donghyuck has come in. 

He leans on the wall and watches, just takes in the gorgeous view. Chenle’s riding Mark, his ass repeatedly swallowing up Mark’s cock as he moves his hips precisely. It’s hot—Donghyuck can already feel his own dick starting to twitch in his pants.

And Mark is absorbed in Chenle, not just literally, but as in how his eyes are trained on the younger man’s face, watching him with a slight smile.   

Wow, so sexy; Donghyuck loves his porn served with a little emotional intimacy. 

They seem like they’re whispering to each other, because Donghyuck sees their lips moving, which makes him question why they feel the need to speak so quietly when they’re alone, at least as far as they know. Maybe it adds to the ambiance—maybe it’s more intimate. 

Then, Donghyuck’s eyes land on the discarded dildo next to them; he can imagine what they were preparing for. Donghyuck loves that, he was out of sight—yet not out of mind. 

Mark’s hands fall to Chenle’s ass, gripping his cheeks tightly and spreading them open. 

“Hyung,” Chenle moans louder than the rest of their conversation, resting his head in Mark’s neck. 

And that’s when Mark finally spots him, the two making eye contact. Donghyuck smirks, sad that he’s been caught, but glad that now he gets to step in. 

“Surprise, surprise,” Donghyuck says as he dances over. 

Chenle cranes his head back, smiling, but not slowing his pace at all. 

“When’d you get here?” Chenle asks. 

“Not too long ago,” Donghyuck answers, sitting down uncomfortably close to them. “Don’t mind me, just wanna watch.”

He undoes his pants and takes his cock in his hand, stroking it as he watches Chenle bounce up and down. Donghyuck can’t resist grabbing a handful of Chenle’s ass and squeezing it. 

“So perfect,” Donghyuck moans, slapping the pale skin before retracting his arm. 

Suddenly, Mark and Chenle both start moaning loudly, and Donghyuck looks over to see white leaking out of Chenle’s ass. 

As Chenle removes himself from Mark’s cock, resting on his thigh instead, he sloppily kisses Mark, their lips moving together, slicked with spit. When he pulls away, he grabs Donghyuck’s chin, pulling him into a kiss. Donghyuck is eager, letting his tongue explore Chenle’s mouth. He tastes minty fresh, like he freshened up or chewed gum not too long before this. 

And then Chenle pulls away. 

He smiles at both of them slyly, grabbing both of their chins. 

Donghyuck hesitantly allows the younger male to guide his face, pressing his and Mark’s cheeks together, tilting their heads so that the corners of their lips are touching. 

He then leans in, kissing both of them at the same time. 

Donghyuck finds it kind of uncomfortable—specifically because he’s kissing Mark. Mark of all people. 

But Chenle’s there as the buffer, and the object of both of their desires, so he chases after the younger man’s lips, fighting with Mark to see who can win him over. 

They get sloppy, lips on lips, lips kissing the air. And it ends up taking Donghyuck a few seconds to realize that a pair of lips have disappeared from the equation. His eyes shoot open, and he realizes that his lips are pressed to Mark’s, and his hyung seems to come to the same realization at a similar time. They jump apart, Donghyuck even covering his mouth with his hand. 

A small giggle sounds from Chenle’s mouth. 

“I don’t know why you two get like that,” the youngest sighs. “Your dicks are about to touch inside of me, so what’s a bit of kissing?”

Donghyuck opens his mouth, ready to clap back, but he can’t even form a response. He can’t explain why kissing Mark is an odd thing to do—not without sounding like an idiot. 

“What?” Chenle looks between the both of them. “Nothing?”

Nothing. 

“Let’s just go to my room.”

Chenle stands up, his oversized shirt falling over his exposed ass, covering him up. “Let’s go.”

Both men scramble out of their seats, following Chenle down the hallway. 

“Get naked. All the way,” Chenle instructs as he throws his shirt off. “We’re going skin to skin for this—feels better.”

He doesn’t need to tell Donghyuck twice! He immediately throws his shirt off and pulls his bottoms down. Mark throws his shirt to the side, and they both sit on the bed, waiting for Chenle’s call. 

Much to Donghyuck’s delight, Chenle crawls onto his lap, and presses his hands to Donghyuck’s shoulders, pushing down into the bed. 

“Mark, can you turn on some music?” 

Ooh, setting a mood.

Chenle turns his attention back to Donghyuck, making eye contact as he reaches back, guiding the older male’s cock into his hole. 

“Fuck,” Donghyuck groans as Chenle opens up on him. He’s extra slick between the lube and Mark’s cum, making the slide easy. He digs his fingers into Chenle’s thighs, starting to fuck up into him, desperate to feel the younger clenching onto him. 

“Easy, now,” Chenle says, the sound of sensual music beginning to play in the background. “Careful, I’m about to take you both. Be gentle with me.”

“Sorry, baby,” Donghyuck apologizes, leaning forward and kissing his nose. Chenle scrunches it cutely, making Donghyuck squeeze his thighs. Ugh, Donghyuck could just gobble him up. 

“It’s okay.” Donghyuck feels as Chenle’s hole drags off of him, leaving just the tip in. He then sees Mark start to straddle him, his hands securing themselves on Chenle’s hips. 

“I’m gonna put it in,” Mark says. “Donghyuck, don’t move, let him get adjusted.”

“Okay,” Donghyuck answers. 

“Say, ‘Yes, hyung’, brat.”

“Woah, Markly.” Donghyuck thinks that Mark has lost his mind. “I said okay.”

Chenle looks amused, chuckling quietly. 

“Say it,” Mark repeats. 

Woah. Is this some sort of power play? Donghyuck chuckles. 

“Listen, hyung ,” Donghyuck says, using his fingers to massage the meat of Chenle’s thighs as a way to soothe himself, needing to regulate his emotions. “I’m not one of your little bitches that you can order around. I said I got it, got it?”

Donghyuck looks up at him, and Mark has his eyebrows furrowed, a stone-like expression on his face. 

“Say it.” 

Donghyuck feels the head of Mark’s cock rubbing up against his, starting to split Chenle hole open even further open. 

“I’m not saying shit.”

A soft whine starts to ring from Chenle’s mouth. 

“Are you okay?” Donghyuck asks him. 

“Yeah,” he croaks out. 

“Say it,” Mark insists. One of his hands moves from Chenle’s hips and tangles into the youngest male’s hair. “Say it.”

“I’m not fucking saying–”

Before Donghyuck can finish his sentence, Mark rams into Chenle, hard enough to make Chenle scream. 

“Say it!”

“Mark? What the hell?” Donghyuck is at a loss for words. 

“I said, say it!” Mark starts to fuck into Chenle at an animalistic pace. 

“Mark-hyung! Stop it!” Donghyuck shouts, wondering what the fuck is even happening. Chenle is screaming into shoulder, gripping his arms so tightly that Donghyuck knows he’ll be bleeding once he pulls away. 

“I’m not stopping until you say it!” 

What? This is a power play on Donghyuck?

“Hyung! Hyung!” Chenle shouts. Mark’s thrusts move Chenle’s body so much that Donghyuck’s own cock slips out of him. “Please!”

“This isn’t funny, Mark!” Donghyuck doesn’t know why Mark is doing this, he didn’t even know that was capable of this. Is this some kind of kink between him and Chenle? “You’re being too rough!”

Donghyuck moves his arms to Chenle’s waist, hugging him protectively. 

“Just say it, and I’ll stop.” Mark thrusts into Chenle even faster and harder, so hard the Donghyuck swears he feels his dick bulging through Chenle’s stomach. 

“Please, hyung,” Chenle begs, looking up at Donghyuck with tears streaming down his face. “Just say it so that he’ll stop.”

“Yes, hyung!” Donghyuck shouts. “Yes, hyung!”

Mark finally stops, a satisfied smile finally painting his face. “Listen the first time next time, brat.”

Donghyuck’s still spooked, not fully grasping what just happened. He sits up, still holding Chenle’s shaking frame in his arms. 

“What the fuck?” Donghyuck spits, tightening his grip around Chenle. “What was that?”

“Mark-hyung!” Chenle shouts, his voice still shaky. “That was too rough! You hurt me!”

The expression on Mark’s face suddenly changes into one of worry. 

“What?” Mark suddenly rushes over to them. “I thought–”

“You’ve never been like that before!” Chenle cries, Donghyuck feeling his shoulder become increasingly wet. “I never agreed to that. You hurt me!”

So this seems like it was planned, but Mark went a little off script. 

“I’m sorry.” Mark tries to hug Chenle from behind, but the youngest smacks him away. 

“Don’t touch me!” Chenle grabs onto Donghyuck’s arms again, digging his nails back into his skin, likely to ground himself. “Just…just give me a few minutes. Okay?”

“Okay…” Mark sounds defeated. When his eyes meet Donghyuck’s, the younger male feels his words choking up in his throat. He can’t believe that Mark just did that, his Mark-hyung did that. Donghyuck’s eyes flicker away, unsure of how to confront the feelings. 

Mark leaves the room, and now Chenle and Donghyuck are alone, the younger male sobbing in his arms. 

“I’m sorry,” Chenle apologizes. “We- We planned that, but he wasn’t supposed to go that hard. If you didn’t say it, he was just supposed to–”

“Shhh,” Donghyuck hushes him, not needing him to explain any further. “I get it—don’t worry.”

He rubs Chenle’s back, letting the younger male cry the rest of the pain out. 

“I wanna take a bath,” Chenle says once he calms down. 

“Okay,” Donghyuck says. He walks Chenle over to the bathroom, sitting him on the edge of the tub as he runs the water. 

“I think he did it because of you,” Chenle says. “Felt like he had something to prove.”

“Something to prove? To who?”

“Both of us.”

Donghyuck plugs up the tub and pours some of the bubble bath into it, stirring it with his hand. 

“Like trying to prove that you belong to him or something?” Donghyuck asks. 

“It’s more than that,” Chenle answers. 

“More than that?”

Chenle just shrugs, but clearly he knows. 

“If you know, then can you tell me?” Donghyuck asks. 

Chenle smirks. “It’s less fun that way.”

Donghyuck turns off the water once the tub is adequately filled. Chenle gets in, and so Donghyuck stands up. 

“Enjoy your bath.” Donghyuck runs a hand through Chenle’s hair. 

“I will,” Chenle answers. “And make sure Mark doesn’t leave. I don’t want him killing himself over this.”

Donghyuck feels like Mark kind of should, but it’s Chenle’s call, not his. 

“I will.”

Donghyuck closes the door, walking back into Chenle’s room and grabbing his shirt and underwear off of the ground, figuring that in order to have a somewhat civilized conversation with Mark he should at least be partially dressed. 

“What the hell just happened?” Donghyuck asks, hands on his hips as he looks Mark up and down. 

Mark is sitting on the couch, clad in only his boxers and shirt as well as he holds his head in his hands. 

“Is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” Donghyuck groans as he takes a seat next to him. “He actually told me to make sure that you don’t leave.”

“I don’t know what happened. I just couldn’t control it.”

Donghyuck crosses his arms. “That’s a lie. Do you think you’re a fucking animal? You can control your actions. It was just your ‘instincts’ to try and break him in half?”

Mark stays silent, and Donghyuck knows that it’s because he doesn’t want to admit his reasoning. Chenle already confused him by saying that Mark did it to prove a point to both of them—but that it wasn’t meant to be a claim on Chenle. And now Mark is here refusing to speak. 

He’s lost, but at least he knows one thing. He sees how Mark gets people to bend to him. Now he’s starting to understand how he made Jaemin go out of his mind in their time together. 

Mark might be a little fucking crazy himself. Donghyuck does remember noticing how mean Mark got during that threesome with Jaemin, but Donghyuck hasn’t ever put too much thought into his behavior during that account, his mind always staying on how Jaemin acted. 

But Donghyuck’s starting to piece together this different side of Mark. Loser ass Mark can possessive as fuck in private. And he’s hidden it so well, too! The two of them have reached a point in life where they’ve known enough longer than they haven’t, and Donghyuck didn’t see that part of him at all. Maybe it’s reserved for romantic partners?

Donghyuck needs to get to the bottom of Mark Lee. 

Chenle finally reemerges, squeezing himself in between the two of them. 

“I’m so sorry,” Mark apologizes, pressing his lips to the crown of Chenle’s head. “I’m so, so, sorry.”

“It’s fine, I was just in pain at first, but I feel better. It’s okay now,” Chenle responds, leaning into Mark’s shoulder. Honestly, Donghyuck respects his willingness to forgive so quickly, because he would’ve dragged out the grudge for at least an entire day. 

“We’ll try again when Mark is in a better mood,” Chenle says. “I don’t have time to be breaking in half.”

“Yeah, Melt,” Donghyuck teases, leaning over Chenle and pushing his hyung’s shoulder. 

Mark just pouts, sulking as he grabs the remote and flicks on the TV. 

Donghyuck and Mark’s visits to Chenle become more frequent, even more frequent than boy’s nights, which is expected due to the ongoing clash between their other three friends. Honestly, the infighting of the group serves as good entertainment for their own trio when they’re hanging out, with Mark and Donghyuck purposely stirring things up in the groupchat while they’re together just to get a nice little show. 

“The three of them should just fuck it out,” Chenle says. “It’s been like two weeks—no way Renjun is that mad.”

“I don’t even think it’s about Jaemin and Jeno sleeping together anymore,” Donghyuck says. “I think it’s more so because of the argument that came after. Jaemin and Renjun’s fights get lethal.”

It’s been that way since they were kids. Donghyuck tried getting the middle one and regretted it. So badly. 

“Well, in the meantime while they fight, I get to have you two to myself.” Chenle hugs both of their arms. 

Oh, he’s just so cute. Donghyuck feels like he calls Chenle cute like twenty times a day, but he just is. 

They’ve been spending a lot of time together recently, and Donghyuck has no problem with that. More Chenle, and more trying to get a read into the other side of Mark. Donghyuck’s really been trying to pull it out of him, but it seems like Mark has tucked it away—but Donghyuck will get him to crack again. Eventually. 

“Oh, Jaemin just brought you up,” Mark says, both of his eyebrows raising at the phone. 

“Brought who up?” Donghyuck asks, scrambling to turn his phone back on. 

“Chenle.”

“Let me see!” Chenle steals Mark’s phone from his hands, while Donghyuck looks at his own phone. 

bad bitches only

jaeman: why are you always worried about everyone else’s dick and where it’s been???

jaeman: you cut off your own step brother for months over who he was having sex with

jaeman: you need to get fucking serious

jaeman: maybe you were just jealous he got to sleep with mark-hyung before you did LMAO

leonjwin is typing…

“Oh shit,” Donghyuck says. “How do I make this worse?”

“As far as they know, you don’t know about what happened between me and them,” Chenle says. “Ask about that, but let Renjun finish what he’s typing first.”

“Yeah, I wanna know what he’s gonna say too,” Mark says. “He’s been typing for a while”.

bad bitches only 

leonjwin: the reason that i get pissed is because it’s like you guys have no sense of loyalty. you knew that i was messing with jeno and you still decided to fuck him??? and the same with chenle??? who fucks their brother’s friends/friend’s brother? you guys are so fucking weird it’s insane. 

Now Donghyuck’s gonna stir the pot. 

bad bitches only

WHO FUCKED CHENLE???

WTF???

LIL BRO CHENLE???

All three of them burst out into laughter. 

“You fucked him.” Chenle laughs, smacking his arm. 

“And you got to fuck Mark before Renjun?” Donghyuck asks, still kind of hysterical from Jaemin’s messages. “I need to hear that story.”

“It’s not too fun,” Chenle says, looking back at Mark. 

“Drunk at my twenty-first,” Mark says. “He said he had a present for me, and he had to give it to me alone. He gave me a watch, and then somehow seduced me.”

“Sounds fun to me.” Donghyuck couldn’t make it back for Mark’s twenty-first because he was stuck in some summer program for his college. 

bad bitches only

leonjwin: who hasn’t fucked chenle atp

“Oh, that was nasty!” Donghyuck gasps. 

bad bitches only

jaeman: donghyuck hasn’t 

The three of them burst out into laughter again. It’s so funny fucking with them—especially when they’re so wrong. 

“He can kiss my ass,” Chenle says. 

bad bitches only 

oh my gosh

wowww okay

chenle gets downnn

leonjwin: not the fucking time

AAAAHHH SORRRYYYY

“That’s enough fucking with them for now.” Donghyuck can barely breathe with how hard he’s laughing. 

“Wait, look at what Jaemin said,” Chenle says. 

bad bitches only 

jaeman: you’re just mad because you heard jeno and mark saying that chenle was a better fuck than you 

jaeman: just admit it renjun it’s literally been years

jaeman: you’re just jealous that your friends fucked your little step bro and it felt better than it ever did sleeping with you

jaeman: and he was good too

jaeman: rode dick like a champ

jaeman: i’d hit again

“Oh, he’s so right,” Donghyuck says. 

“Yeah, he is,” Mark adds. 

“I’m glad that my talent is recognized.”

bad bitches only

jaeman: almost all of us have fucked each other. it’s normal. 

jaeman: and didn’t you fuck mark while me and him were still messing around?

jaeman: so maybe you’re a fucking slut too

“Things are about to get heated,” Mark says, taking his phone from Chenle and throwing it to the side. “Let’s call it a night for that.”

Donghyuck agrees, turning off his phone and tucking it in his pocket. 

“You’re a popular one,” Donghyuck teases, digging his finger into Chenle’s side. “Everyone loves it here.” And then he smacks Chenle’s ass. 

“And I’d do it over and over again.” Chenle smiles, pulling them both in closer. “I mean, I am doing it over and over again with you two.”

Donghyuck smiles back, while Mark presses a kiss to Chenle’s forehead. 

“Just try not to let what Renjun says get to you, okay?” 

Chenle’s smile begins to look a little pained. “I’ve stopped that a long time ago.”

He and Chenle talked briefly about what happened, so Donghyuck only has a vague idea of how bad their falling out was. 

“Chenle,” Mark sighs. 

Chenle groans loudly. “I try not to complain about it all the time, but no matter how much I talk about it, it always hurts. I loved Renjun, I still do, and I try to stay on good terms with him, but he just keeps saying nasty shit about me. My older brother. He acts like a fucking high school bully, he just won’t let shit go.”

Chenle starts to look angry, genuinely angry, and Donghyuck doesn’t think that he’s seen this part of him yet. 

“I can’t go back in time and stop myself from having sex with you guys, and even if I could, I wouldn’t. It’s my body, and I fucking liked it. And he knows how fucking hard it was for me to get to that point of acceptance with myself, and he still calls me a fucking whore whenever he has the chance.”

Donghyuck wraps his arms around Chenle, resting his head on his shoulder as a sign of silent support. 

“Hyung.” Chenle’s voice starts to break. “I miss my older brother.”

“Oh, Chenle,” Mark says quietly, resting his head on Chenle’s. 

“I guess because in his eyes, I was always perfect, little Chenle, who was praised for being so good at everything. Maybe he expected more from me.”

“Well your bedroom habits are none of his business.” Donghyuck rubs Chenle’s stomach comfortingly. “Especially with a group as messy as ours, almost everyone’s had sex with one another, and you grew up with all of us, so it’s no different for you.”

Donghyuck didn’t know that it was this bad. Looks like he’s missed out on a lot in the years that he was gone. So many gaps in his knowledge of his friends. 

Maybe that’s why he doesn’t know Mark as well as he thinks he does. The others probably know about this other side to him—at least Renjun and Jaemin do. Donghyuck’s missed out on a lot, and with how crazy Mark’s driven his partners, it almost makes him wonder if he’s missing out on something. 

Donghyuck’s hands settle under Chenle’s knees, folding them to the younger male’s chest as his cock slides into him. 

“Hyung.” The word comes out shrill, as if Chenle’s feeling this for the first time. Donghyuck smirks, taking in Chenle’s expression, wishing he could take a picture. Lidded eyes, teeth digging into his bottom lip, cheeks flushed red; he’s gorgeous. Donghyuck leans his face in, giving Chenle the cue to open up his mouth, allowing Donghyuck to slot their lips together, absorbing him in a kiss. 

Donghyuck thrusts in and out of Chenle, placing his knees over his shoulder so that they can get even closer. 

“Hyung, hyung, hyung,” Chenle moans quietly. 

“Yes, baby?” Words can’t even describe how fond he’s grown of Chenle. It’s like Donghyuck feels his heart swell every time he even looks at the younger male these days. “Am I making you feel good?”

“You are.” The blush on Chenle’s cheeks darkens. “So good.”

“You’re my pretty baby.” Fuck, Donghyuck likes him so much, it’s hard to keep it in anyway. “My pretty, pretty, baby.”

“Ah!” Chenle squeals out as Donghyuck hits a particular spot. “I like you, hyung, so much–” Chenle stops himself, but Donghyuck smiles at him. 

“Keep going, my love.”

“You’re so good to me,” Chenle says. “I like you so much.”

Donghyuck steals another kiss, and as he pulls away, he says, “I like you too, Chenle.”

The only sounds in the room until they both finish are skin slapping and moans. 

“Do you really mean that?” Donghyuck asks. “Do you like me?”

Chenle wraps his legs around Donghyuck’s waist, pulling him back in. “What do you think?”

Fuck. This is amazing. 

“One more question,” Donghyuck says. “Where does Mark fit into this?”

“Wherever you want him to fit.”

Donghyuck would’ve never considered himself a voyeur before, but he loves watching Chenle and Mark have sex. 

“I lied,” Chenle says. “He fits where I want him to fit.”

“And where is that?”

“With you.”

With Donghyuck ? Chenle smirks at him, and Donghyuck can’t tell what he’s up to. 

“You and him,” Chenle says. “And me.”

“I was thinking more like me and you,” Donghyuck chuckles. “And him and you.”

“That won’t work.” Chenle unwraps his legs from around Donghyuck’s torso. He then stands up, grabbing Donghyuck’s hand and leading him to the bathroom. “This isn’t a competition, it’s a collaboration.”

He turns on the shower, letting it heat up. 

“I didn’t think that it was,” Donghyuck responds, admiring his cum dripping out of Chenle’s ass as he bends over, looking for something in the cabinet below his sink. 

“These things always eventually become one.” He pulls out a bottle of body wash. “It’s inevitable.”

“I don’t think I’m the jealous type.”

Chenle grabs his hand, bringing him into the shower. The showerhead is large enough for the water stream to engulf both of them if they stand close. 

“Nobody does until they start feeling it.”

Chenle grabs a washcloth, wetting it and then pouring some soap on it. He begins to wash Donghyuck, starting at his shoulders. 

“I won’t,” Donghyuck insists. “Watching you take Mark is my favorite thing.”

“Until you start wishing that it was only you.” Chenle lowers the washcloth to his stomach. 

“Then just tell me to stop.”

Chenle drops the washcloth to Donghyuck’s cock, using the fabric to “clean” it off. 

“I won’t have to if you and Mark are with each other too.” Chenle drops the wrap completely, now using his soapy hand to jerk Donghyuck off. 

“But I don’t want Mark.” Donghyuck will ignore his dick getting hard at Mark talk. 

“Yes you do,” Chenle insists. 

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

Donghyuck grabs Chenle and suddenly forces him to turn around. He keeps a hand on his hip, and uses the other to force his head on the wall. 

He pokes his dick at Chenle’s hole, before pushing in. 

“You don’t think about Mark doing this to you?” Chenle asks as he pokes his ass out, chasing after  Donghyuck’s cock. 

“Nope.”

“It feels pretty fucking good.”

“I imagine.” Donghyuck begins to slowly thrust in and out of Chenle. 

“What, would you prefer to do it to him?” Chenle asks. “He has a nice ass, I get it.”

“Mine is nicer.”

“So which is it?” Chenle asks. “Do you wanna fuck him, or do you want him to fuck you?”

“I want us both to fuck you.”

“Boring,” Chenle moans. “No penetration? Whatever, you can use your thighs instead.”

“No, but can we try that?”

“Rub your dicks together.”

“Rather do that with you.”

“Mouth?”

“I like yours.”

“Fuck! Can’t you let me win?”

“Not in this case.”

After they actually wash up and get dressed, the two of them sit on Chenle’s couch. 

“What do you know about the ‘Mark disease?’” Donghyuck asks. That’s what he’s calling the state of mania that’s induced by being in a relationship with Mark. It’s not the most creative name, but Donghyuck likes it. 

“I don’t know what that is.”

Probably because Donghyuck just made it up.

“You’ve seen how all of Mark’s exes or flings went crazy over him,” Donghyuck says. “Like Renjun!”

“That must’ve been what he was suffering with when I had sex with Mark,” Chenle says. “Is it possible for it to affect people he hasn’t been with yet?”

“I guess it’s possible for anyone who has feelings for him.”

“I see,” Chenle says. “I don’t know a lot, then, except that I guess it can ruin relationships. Why? Do you think that I have it?”

“Nope.” Donghyuck can tell that Chenle doesn’t have the Mark disease because of Mark’s jealousy. True sufferers of the Mark disease have to be discarded by him; they don’t leave on their own. Mark has shown that he’s scared that Chenle may eventually leave him, which means that the younger male sees him for exactly who he is.

“Do you have it?”

“Nope.” Donghyuck doesn’t have the Mark disease, because he’s accurately identified what it is. Plus, he isn’t enamored by Mark, he just finds himself curious. 

“Why is it relevant, then?”

“I’m just trying to get to the bottom of it.” What does Mark have that everyone wants?

“I hope that you find out.”

Donghyuck finds Chenle’s words resonating in his mind—his insistence that Mark and Donghyuck start some type of intimate relationship. He still insists. Sometimes when the three of them are together, Chenle will force their heads together and make them kiss. Sometimes he’ll try to talk them into having sex with each other. Sometimes he talks about how good he feels, and how he wishes that they could feel that way too. 

Neither of them give in. 

On another note, Donghyuck finally did find out what Chenle does for work! He is in fact, not a pornstar, but a model! 

the crowd

babyboy: can you guys come over later?

babyboy: maybe around seven?

tuna melt: i’ll be there

i can make it too

babyboy: great 😸

babyboy: i have a surprise!!!

if it’s the double ended dildo then no

i had chipotle today 

babyboy: DAMMNIT!!!

babyboy: i’m just kidding! that’s not it!

babyboy: you won’t be able to guess so don’t bother trying

babyboy: it’s a surprise for a reason!

tuna melt: i’m scared

babyboy: don’t be

Ever since Chenle texted about his “surprise” Donghyuck has literally been going crazy. Like, at work he couldn’t even think of anything else besides what the surprise could be. Worse than a kid wondering what they got for Christmas. It stays on his mind all fucking day. 

He’s so fucking enthusiastic that he’s standing outside of Chenle’s door at seven on the dot, with Mark showing up at the exact same time. 

“I feel like my heart’s about to beat out of my chest.” Donghyuck isn’t exaggerating, like, he literally has a hand over his heart right now. 

“Me too,” Mark sighs. “Gosh, I can’t even guess what he’s up to.”

The handle of the door finally begins to turn, and both of their attentions immediately lock in on the door as it opens.

“Hi.”

If Donghyuck was an anime character, he’d get a nosebleed right now. 

“It was for a shoot for a friend,” Chenle explains. Donghyuck doesn’t even care, he’s too busy marveling at his appearance. From the waist length blonde wig, with a thin fringe that covers Chenle’s forehead. The sleeveless red dress that ends around his upper thighs, the matching, lacy, red thigh highs that accompany it. 

Before Donghyuck can act on his own, Mark grabs his arm and drags him into the apartment. 

“Fuck, Chenle,” Mark groans, releasing Donghyuck’s wrist and grabbing the youngest male by his thighs and lifting him up. Chenle scurries to wrap his arms around Mark’s neck in order to balance himself. 

Donghyuck and Chenle meet eyes, the youngest wearing a cheeky smile as Mark carries him off down the hallway. Donghyuck follows behind closely, needing to be a part of this. 

“Ah, Mark!” Chenle cries as his hyung throws him on the bed. 

Donghyuck shuts the door behind him, leaning on it as he watches Mark clamber over Chenle. Their lips smash together as Mark grabs his hips, beginning to grind against him. 

Fuck. This is hot. 

“Oh– hyung–” Chenle moans as Mark pulls away.

“Don’t call me hyung,” Mark groans, making Chenle flip on his hands and knees. “Tonight you’re gonna call me daddy, got it?”

Donghyuck doesn’t know whether he should laugh or pop a boner. He kind of hates that “Daddy” shit, but then again, it’s Mark and Chenle, so everything that they do is hot.

“I’m not saying that,” Chenle moans as he rolls his hips back against Mark, the two drying humping.

“Say it or I’m not fucking you.” Mark tangles his hand in the hairs of the wig, tugging on it as if he’s testing the waters. It seems to be glued down strongly, so he pulls on it a bit harder as he thrusts his hips into Chenle’s ass.

“Shit, you’re being mean…” Chenle sighs. “Fuck me, daddy.”

A wide grin appears on Mark’s face as he begins to unzip his pants. 

“Did you even check if he was prepped?” Donghyuck scoffs from his place on the door. Mark turns to him, rolling his eyes as he frees his dick from the confines of his pants. 

“You really think he would invite us here and not be?” Mark pushes the dress up to Chenle’s waist, revealing his bare ass. The oldest temporarily removes his grip from Chenle’s hair to split his asscheeks open, showing his already prepped hole. 

“Shit…” Donghyuck groans, almost wanting to give up his voyeur position and get in on the action.

Mark leans in and kisses the crown of Chenle’s head, before leaning back and guiding his cock inside of him. A guttural moan sounds out of Chenle’s mouth as the front half of his body literally gives out, him leaning completely on the bed, only his butt left in the air. 

“Sexy, huh?” Chenle asks as he looks back and makes eye contact with Donghyuck. 

“Fuck yeah.” Donghyuck unzips his own pants, sticking his hand in his boxers and beginning to stroke his own dick. Chenle bites his lip and bats his eyelashes. 

Shit—he’s good. 

Mark’s hand returns to Chenle’s hair, grabbing the ends as he begins to pound into Chenle. 

“Fuck, daddy,” Chenle moans. His voice sounds sexy, but the smirk on his face shows how much he wants to laugh. Just as much as Donghyuck does. 

“Shit.” Mark’s other hand roams all around Chenle’s body. “You’re such a good girl.”

Ooh, good girl, Donghyuck likes that one. Chenle seems to like it too as he moans loudly. 

“Am I?” Chenle asks. “I’m daddy’s good girl?”

“You’re being a good, good girl for daddy.” Mark smacks Chenle’s ass, leaving a pretty, pink print on it. 

Donghyuck starts to stroke himself faster—this is good fucking entertainment. 

“Donghyuck-hyung, come here,” Chenle calls. And Donghyuck doesn’t keep him waiting, rushing over. 

Chenle props himself up on his arms, before opening up his mouth and sticking his tongue out. 

“Oh,” Donghyuck muses, “our good girl needs something to keep her mouth full?”

Donghyuck looks up at Mark, who smiles at him, before slowly sliding his cock into Chenle’s mouth. 

“Oh, what a pretty, pretty girl.” Donghyuck admires Chenle’s plush lips as they wrap around his cock. He admires his eyes as they stare up at him, watering as Donghyuck buries his dick deeper and deeper into his mouth. 

Donghyuck thinks that Chenle looks beautiful no matter what, but with the pink blush on his lips, and the artificial freckles painted on his face, he looks absolutely gorgeous. 

“Ah, you can call me oppa,” Donghyuck says. “You know, once your mouth isn’t so full.”

Fuck it, if Mark is on the daddy train, then Donghyuck will hop on the oppa train. 

Donghyuck cums embarrassingly fast, filling up Chenle’s mouth. He pulls his cock out, and then leans over, pressing his lips to Chenle’s in a soft kiss—well as soft as it can be with Mark drilling into Chenle from behind. 

“You were a good girl for me, Lele,” Donghyuck compliments softly. Chenle smiles. “I really appreciate you.”

“I appreciate you too, oppa.” 

Oh…so cute…

By the way that Chenle’s eyes roll to the back of his head, Donghyuck knows that he’s orgasming, even taking a peek between Chenle’s legs to look at his leaking cock for confirmation. 

“Are you close?” Donghyuck asks Mark as he rests Chenle’s head in his lap, caressing his head as Mark continues to fuck him. 

“Yeah.”

Donghyuck keeps his eyes on Chenle’s ass in the air, and Mark’s pelvis slamming into him. Mark still has his shirt on, but it’s ridden up a bit, showing off his six-pack. It makes Donghyuck kind of mad. 

Loser ass Mark has a tight ass body. 

A whine comes out of Mark’s mouth as he cums inside of Chenle. He then pulls out, sitting back and then letting Chenle finally rest. 

“Our baby girl did so well for us,” Donghyuck coos, lifting Chenle’s head to look at him. Chenle sits up, pressing his lips onto Donghyuck’s and capturing him in a kiss. 

“Thank you, oppa,” Chenle answers as he pulls away. He then gestures for Mark to come over, and the oldest obliges. 

Chenle pulls him in for a kiss, still holding onto Donghyuck’s hand as he does. 

And when Chenle pulls away, he looks at the two of them expectantly. 

“Your turn.”

Oh no. No. 

Donghyuck tries to lean in for another kiss with Chenle to deflect, but he dodges it. 

“Nope.” Chenle drops Donghyuck’s hand and stands up. “I’m going to freshen up so we can get to round two. When I come back you two better be fucking, or kissing, or doing something. If not, then both of you have to go home.”

Chenle pulls the dress down, covering himself up as he walks out of the room. 

Donghyuck scratches his head. “Now what?”

Mark smiles awkwardly. “I don’t know.”

Mark is hot. He has a hot body. He’s a weirdo. He’s just Mark Lee. Big-Fucking-Loser Mark Lee. 

“Should we just do something?” Donghyuck asks. “I kind of want a turn fucking Chenle.”

Mark looks away. “Yeah, I guess it’s only fair.”

And even though they’ve come to an agreement, neither of them want to make the first move. Donghyuck is starting to wonder how he even mustered up enough courage to touch his dick that one time—but a threesome is different. Well, it’s different when you’re not in a relationship with the third person. Technically, Donghyuck and Chenle aren’t dating dating yet, but they’ve agreed to give each other a shot. Chenle and Mark still are maintaining whatever the fuck they have going on. 

Mark and Donghyuck are just best friends. 

Donghyuck is the one to take initiative, moving a bit closer to Mark and wrapping a hand around his cock, beginning to stroke it. Mark stares at him like a lost puppy, and it annoys Donghyuck just a bit. 

“Let’s go all out, Mark.” Donghyuck straddles Mark’s lap, continuing to jerk him off. Finally, Mark does something back and wraps his hand around Donghyuck’s cock, getting him off as well. 

Fuck, Donghyuck is on Mark’s lap getting him off. 

“What are we?” Donghyuck asks, which causes both of Mark’s eyebrows to raise. 

“What do you mean?”

“I’m with Chenle, you’re with Chenle, where does that leave us?” Donghyuck starts to stroke Mark faster, making his hyung moan softly, which goes straight to his own dick. 

“Maybe Chenle can decide that.”

It’s a cop-out answer, but Chenle is the priority after all. 

Donghyuck hears the door open behind him, and when he turns his head, Chenle’s at the door, looking a bit more together than he previously did. 

“Don’t mind me.” Chenle waves them away. “Focus on each other for now, I’m not ready yet.”

Donghyuck follows instructions and turns his attention back to Mark. 

He can’t help but to think that his hyung looks kind of cute like this. Lips slightly parted as he lets out soft moans and groans. Lidded eyelids. Hair strewn over his forehead. 

From his peripheral vision he sees Chenle sit down on the bed, and before he knows it, there’s a hand on the back of his head pushing his face into Mark’s. 

The kiss is messy, because it’s literally just Chenle smashing their heads together, but he can’t help but notice how soft Mark’s lips are. 

When they finally pull away, his head snaps over to Chenle, who has a mischievous smile on his face. 

“Three is better than two.”

They lay on Chenle’s couch, all dressed down, save for the wig that Chenle doesn’t know how to get off of his head. 

“Did you guys like my surprise?” Chenle asks, snuggling into Mark’s side. 

“I loved it.” Donghyuck squeezes Chenle’s waist. “I might change your name in my phone to ‘babygirl’ now.”

“I’d like that. You?” Chenle looks at Mark. 

“I loved it too,” Mark says. 

“Now what about you two?” Chenle looks between them. “Have you two sorted your feelings for each other yet?”

Feelings for each other? What the hell is Chenle talking about?

“You two are in denial,” Chenle sighs. “I can only push you guys together so much. Talk without me before the next time that we see each other.”

Mark and Donghyuck follow Chenle’s orders, the pair sitting in a Wendy’s parking lot of all places as they have their important conversation. 

“So do you have feelings for me or something?” Donghyuck asks as he dips a nugget in his sauce.

“I think that you’d look good with my dick in your mouth.”

What the fuck?

“Is that a weird way of telling me that you’d like me to shut up or…” 

“What do you think?”

Donghyuck chuckles. 

“I think you’d look better with mine in yours.”

Well that was kind of easy. 

Eventually, their friend group fixes itself, just like it always does. Jeno, Renjun, and Jaemin have the threesome that salvages their friendship, despite Jaemin telling Donghyuck that he’d never do that again. 

“Let me see the place you wanted to go,” Jaemin says to Donghyuck, reaching for the phone. Donghyuck opens his gallery and looks for the screenshot of the restaurant. Once he finds the picture, he hands his phone over to Jaemin. 

Jeno and Renjun peek over his shoulder, fingers poking all in his phone, probably trying to zoom in since they all refuse to wear the glasses prescribed to them. Suddenly, he sees Jaemin’s eyebrows furrow, and then their fingers start moving more, Renjun and Jeno looking shocked as well. 

“You guys are fucking each other, and fucking my little brother!”

Donghyuck snatches his phone out of Jaemin’s hand, looking at just what photos they saw. He goes back to the photo of the restaurant, and then scrolls one time. 

It’s a picture of Chenle on his lap, the two of them kissing, but Chenle’s face isn’t visible due to the hair from his wig covering his face. The previous day Chenle did another shoot with the same friend as last time, and so the wig returned along with another pretty outfit. 

“I had to figure out who it was, sorry,” Jaemin apologizes dryly. “I just couldn’t believe that your gay ass had a bad bitch on your lap.”

“Hey!”

The photo before is a blurry one, but it’s of Chenle cupping Donghyuck’s chin, leaning in for the kiss. And the one before that is just of Chenle and Donghyuck looking at each other, but in the background, Mark can be seen laying down shirtless. 

Donghyuck knows that he shouldn’t have given their nosey asses his phone. 

“We’re not just fucking!” Donghyuck shouts. “We’re dating!”

“That’s not any better!”

“Oh, it’s a hell of a lot better,” Mark says, finally speaking up. “Chenle is the best.”

Donghyuck swears that he sees smoke coming out of Renjun’s ears. 

Uh-oh, looks like the next friend group beef has started!