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It’s two in the early morning, and there is a knock on Jeongin’s bedroom door. Jeongin was fast asleep, not hearing the knocking at first. However, after the knocks turned into bangs, followed by his name being practically hollered out, he jolted awake in irritation.
“What the hell?” Jeongin grumbled as annoyance covered his face. Sitting up, his bedroom door swung open to reveal his hyung. Chan stood in the doorway with a wide grin on his face as he held up his gym bag.
“Want to come work out with me?” Chan asks while smiling ear to ear, his eyes shut from his pure joy.
Jeongin’s eye twitched. “I’m sleeping,” He retorts, flopping back into bed with a groan.
Chan blinks at him with a confused hum. “Doesn’t look like you’re sleeping?”
If it wasn’t pitch black, and if Jeongin was so comfy in bed, he’d tackle Chan to the ground. Instead he snapped, “Was.”
Chan shrugs, pursing his lips and looking around the room innocently. “Well, clearly it wasn’t that deep of a sleep. Now you can properly tire yourself out for a goodnight’s rest!” He exclaims like some sort of hype coach, like he was the smartest man alive.
Jeongin stared at the ceiling in irritation, contemplating his life decisions to choose to be roommates with Chan. “No.” It was a deep sleep, actually. He was only woken up because innocent knocks turned into his entire room being shaken by Chan’s fists and shouting.
Chan, obviously, doesn’t like that answer. “But no one else will be there! The whole place will be ours,” Chan whines. He sets the bag down and walks over to the side of Jeongin’s bed, tapping his arm slightly. “Come on.”
“No one else is there because it is two in the gosh darn morning,” Jeongin groans, trying to place one of his other pillows on his head to block out Chan’s voice. Chan grabs the pillow out of Jeongin’s grasp, and hits him repeatedly in the head.
“Come with me.”
“No.” Whack.
“Come with me.”
“No.” Whack.
“Come with me. I’ll buy you breakfast.”
“Fine.”
Whack.
“I said fine!” Jeongin shouts as he sits up. “What was that for?” He scowles slightly.
Chan grins sheepishly, throwing the pillow aside. “I thought you were gonna say no again.”
Jeongin rolls his eyes, contemplating flopping back down onto his mattress and pretending like he passed out. He doesn’t, only because Chan starts opening his draws to pull out a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, along with a pair of boxers which had Jeongin groaning; insisting that he doesn’t need Chan to pick his clothes out. He could do that himself, for Christ’s sake.
“But these ones are so cute,” Chan whines, holding up the apple-printed boxers. “Come on, up and at ‘em.”
Jeongin snatches them from his grasp, waiting for Chan to leave so he can get out of bed to dress. He’d rather not let his hyung see him in only his sleep shorts. Chan might not be ashamed of showing off his body, but Jeongin has some decorum.
When Chan stays, staring at Jeongin expectantly, Jeongin growls. “Out!” He screeches, throwing his other pillow at a cackling Chan as he skips out of the room. Jeongin stands, closing his door before finally changing into his workout clothes.
When he steps out into the hallway, Chan is waiting with his sneakers in hand. “Not gonna let me see you in those cute apple boxers, Iyen-ah?” Chan teases with a giggle, Jeongin huffs and rolls his eyes, taking his shoes from Chan’s grasp and slipping them on. Too lazy to tie the laces.
“Let’s get this over with…”
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Just like Chan had said, the gym was empty. Honestly, Jeongin is even surprised it’s open this late… early? Nonetheless, Jeongin is shocked. There are twenty-four-hour gyms? What the fuck? Who woulda thunk? Even more shocked when Chan pulls him down onto a yoga mat to stretch together. Not that stretching together is unusual, it’s just not normal for them.
Chan begins stretching, starting with his arms and legs. Jeongin follows his moves, figuring to just copy him since Chan was a more avid gym-goer than him and therefore probably had some better stretches than what Jeongin could come up with. He noticed how Chan let out soft noises when he’d hit certain angles, or the soft whine that would escape when he leaned too far to one side.
“It’s just stretching, hyung,” Jeongin mumbles, “Don’t be weird…”
Chan glances at him with a cheeky grin on his face as he sits back up straight. “Not being weird, just enjoying the stretch,” he says with a wink. Jeongin knows there was an innuendo behind those words, but he chooses to ignore it with an eye roll and a grimace.
They go over to grab the weights, Chan purposefully bending down in front of Jeongin to pick up one of the bottom plates. Jeongin stares at Chan oddly, considering he was basically presenting his ass to him by doing so.
“Chan-hyung, just—” Jeongin cuts himself off with a sigh, deciding against speaking further since he may prompt Chan to be even more over the top or strange. “Nothing, never mind.”
Jeongin misses Chan’s smirk as he also grabs a plate, loading it onto the bar for their bench presses.
“Hey, Innie.” Chan looks up at Jeongin, who was about to turn away to do some dumbbells.
Jeongin pauses, turning back to Chan, who was leaning against the bench press machine. “Yeah, hyung?” He asks, reaching his arms above his head briefly in another quick stretch.
Chan’s eyes snap up from where they had been staring at Jeongin’s exposed abs, he smiles before slapping the bar lightly. “You mind recording a quick video for me?” He asks with a polite smile. “Promised STAY that I’d send a workout vid.”
Jeongin knew the older likes to send ‘thirst trap’ videos of himself. Insisting that it was just to show off how hard he works, and his gym routine. Jeongin wasn’t one to judge; he’s sent a few risky pictures of himself from time to time.
He hums in agreement, fishing his own phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants as Chan lies down on the bench. Theoretically, he should record on Chan’s phone, but he couldn’t be bothered.
“Thanks, Iyen-ah! Just a couple of reps, it’ll be super quick.” Taking position, lying down, and situating his hands properly on the bar. “Just lemme know when it’s rolling.”
Jeongin hums again, situating himself behind Chan’s head, and he opens up his camera app. It takes a second to find a good angle that gets Chan in frame, but once he does, “Recording,” he announces as he presses the red button. The phone chimes as the timestamp starts ticking up by the seconds.
Chan begins, the first three reps are fairly easy. As he continues on in the set, Jeongin notices the older making similar sounds to those he made while stretching. Small grunts and groans as he continues to bench press the bar.
The next press up causes a whimper to escape through Chan’s lips as his arms give a slight tremble.
Jeongin almost short-circuits, his hands almost dropping the phone as he looks past the screen and down at Chan. The blond’s face scrunched up in a way that was almost sinful as he held the bar up for a brief second before lowering back down. All while more borderline whimpers —and Jeongin swears to God— and a moan bleeds from his mouth.
Shit, Jeongin thought, swallowing as he tried to turn his focus back to recording. Did Chan always look that pathetic when lifting?
Jeongin’s train of thought is interrupted when Chan shelves the bar, sitting up and looking at the younger with a look far too innocent for the sounds he was just making moments ago.
“Was that good?” Chan asks, using the bottom of his tank to dab off a bead of sweat from his forehead. Jeongin couldn’t help his eyes flickering to his exposed stomach —the waistband of Chan’s boxers, his abs, the way the tank rose just enough to tease the underside of his pecks— before he clears his throat and looks back at his phone. Still recording, fuck.
He presses the end button, “Yeah, yeah it was good. I’ll text it to you,” Jeongin says as casually as he can, trying to shake off whatever this new, weird feeling he was getting. Opening up his and Chan’s texts to do as he just said.
Fuck me, Jeongin thinks and sends the video. He pockets his phone and goes over to the dumbbells, grabbing a heavier set than normal in hopes the strain will distract him from these unholy thoughts. He blames the time of night and the lack of sleep cause no other time have they gone to the gym together has Jeongin felt on edge and seconds away from popping a boner from watching his hyung lift fucking weights. Christ, get a grip.
He didn’t notice Chan glancing at him from behind, a mischievous grin tugging at the older’s lips.
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Next week…
“Iyen-ah~” Chan whines as he swings open the younger’s bedroom door. Jeongin’s dick twitches like a Pavlovian response after hearing the needy sounds from his hyung for the past week. Not that he was actively choosing to replay the video, just happened to be all over his twitter timeline from STAYs reposting the video from Bubble. Some comments innocently talking about Chan’s form and his ‘nice’ muscles. Others, not so innocently, pointing out how Chan probably makes those same noises while in bed. Jeongin saw one post clarify that those noises are what he makes as he’s the one getting fucked.
And Jeongin does not fantasize about eliciting those sounds from his hyung. He does not. Definitely does not imagine himself being the one to fuck his hyung and draw those pretty sounds from his lips.
Jeongin throws his phone face down on his bed, praying that his thumb pressed the off button. “Yeah, hyung?” He questions as he pops his head up from his pillow.
“Gym time~?” Chan steps inside, holding the same gym bag from last week out with a ‘:3’ smile. “Pretty please? I need a videographer because I’m going for my PR.”
Jeongin would never admit that his dick twitched again at the thought of witnessing Chan straining under the weight again, and the type of sounds that he would make. Because it didn’t happen. It didn’t.
Jeongin lets out a huff, “Why don’t you bother Minho?”
“Come on, please?” Chan pleads as he crawls onto Jeongin’s bed. “That last video was so good.” Chan emphasized with a whine that, once again, does not make Jeongin’s dick twitch.
Jeongin agrees, only because if he hears Chan whimper another ‘please’ his dick will get so hard that it’ll be able to set a new PR (imagine if his dick could curl weights).
Once they arrive at the gym, they follow the same routine that they did the week before. Stretching first, then filming. Chan seems to speed through his stretches this time, which is unusual for him but Jeongin doesn’t have time to question it before Chan is loading up the bar with his weights.
“Got your phone ready?” Chan asks as he lies down on the bench press, his eyes looking up at the younger through his lashes.
Jeongin gulps as he opens up his camera app, “Mhm, ready when you are, hyung.”
Chan grips the bar and gently lifts it off the holder. The first press down was easy. Chan takes a deep breath, but when he lifts it back up, a loud moan leaves his lips. Was that a moan? Was that a grunt? That was a moan— it sure sounded like one. Jeongin was thanking the heavens that Chan’s eyes were squeezed closed, because if he had been looking, he would’ve seen Jeongin’s dick jump in his sweatpants.
Just one bench press, and the bar gets set back down on the stand briefly. “Iyen-ah,” Chan clears his throat. “You mind counting for me? I always lose track of my reps.” Giving a sheepish chuckle.
Jeongin nods. “Sure thing, hyung.” He confirms before pressing record.
Chan lifts the bar once more, bringing it down and back up with only a slight whimper compared to the other one.
“One,” Jeongin counts.
Down and up.
“Two.”
This time on the down, Chan lets out another whine. His arms shaking ever so slightly, probably from rushing through his stretching.
Jeongin swallows. “Three,” he counts a bit too early, the bar still not completely up yet.
When the bar is pressed up, Chan sets it back on the stand again. A disapproving look creeping over his face. “Jeongin-ah,” he sighs.
Jeongin steps closer, peering down at Chan. “Yeah?”
“You gotta count properly. Wait until I’ve done a complete rep, you’re too early.” Chan pouts slightly. “On second thought, can you spot me? You can just prop the phone up somewhere— I still want a video since it’s a PR.”
Jeongin nods wordlessly with his gaze momentarily lingering on the bead of sweat rolling down the divot on his shoulder towards his chest. He swallows and quickly turns away, heading to a machine across from the press and setting the phone up. Jeongin double checking that everything is in frame before heading back over and standing behind Chan.
“Okay, ready? Want me to count again?” Jeongin asks, trying to focus once more.
Chan shakes his head, “No, I got it. Don’t worry.” He winks up at Jeongin playfully before licking his lips and lifting the bar. Once more he begins his reps, with Jeongin watching the bar carefully, hands hovering just in case. His eyes drift across to Chan’s hands, and then his arms, and then his face— which was scrunched up in concentration.
“One.” Chan’s breath came out airy and light, Jeongin’s face twitched slightly at the sound. Thank god it wasn’t his dick this time.
“Two…”
Jeongin quickly zones out from the number of reps, his eyes locked in completely on the sounds his hyung was producing and the expressions across his face. How beads of sweat formed at his temples. How his short, blonde hair was sticking to his forehead. How his muscles flexed with each movement, veins popping along his arms and hands.
“Six…. Seven,” Chan’s voice broke slightly, a whimper escaping him as his arms got shakier, unable to lift the bar up fully. “Iyen-ah… hah~”
That snapped Jeongin out of his daze. He was briefly stuck between a moment of panic and a moment of horniness before quickly grabbing the bar to help rack it. Moving to the side with the weight to, hopefully, conceal his boner.
“Shit— sorry,” Jeongin apologizes as Chan sits up and wipes a bead of sweat away.
Chan grins, taking a deep breath, “No worries,” He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Jeongin would know since his eyes were watching every micromovement happening on Chan’s body.
Chan notices Jeongin’s silence. Turning around on the bench, gazing up at the younger in a way that could only be described as sinful, he asks: “You okay?”
Jeongin feels his mouth run dry and his hands sweating. “I need to pee,” Jeongin announced quickly, running over to grab his phone, pressing the stop button, before darting off to the locker rooms.
Chan watches him run away with the same mischievous smile on his lips from last week, his cock straining against his pants. “Cute~”
After Jeongin spends nearly an hour in the bathroom willing his boner away, and Chan finishes his workout, they head back home. Jeongin immediately darts to his room and slams the door shut, locking it before flopping onto his bed and kicking his pants off.
He barely strokes himself once before his tip is glistening with pre-cum, aiding the slide. Slick sounds fill the room as his hips rut into his fist, bringing him close to the edge so quickly. He tightens his fist, twisting it as he brings it up around his tip. Thumbing at the underside before pressing into the slit— a trick that would normally tip him over that edge, spilling into his fist and dirtying his sheets.
But this time, all it does is make him feel more desperate, wanting more.
Jeongin glances over at his phone and bites his lip. Without another thought, he grabs it and immediately opens to his photo gallery, turning the volume down to only the first bar before clicking on the video from earlier. His hips continue to rut into his hand, his chest rising and falling faster as Chan’s groans quietly fill the room.
Jeongin’s mouth falls open as he throws his head back into the pillow, tossing the phone right next to him. He fucks up into his fist, biting on his free hand to muffle the moans, pretending it’s his hyung’s hand instead. Envisioning Chan on top of him, riding him, telling him, “Shh, Iyen-ah. So needy.”
Him? Needy? Wasn’t Chan the one moaning like a slut in the gym? “Fucking slut,” Jeongin groans into his fist. He pictures the surprised look on Chan’s face after being called that. Would he reprimand him? Get upset that his dongsaeng called him such a thing. Or would he like it? Let his hand slip from covering Jeongin’s mouth to clenching onto his shoulders as Jeongin takes over— rutting his hips up into Chan’s greedy hole as he watches his hyung fall apart on his cock.
“Ah~ Iyen-ah~” Chan’s whimper from the video echoes in his ear, and that’s the one thing he needed to tumble over the edge. Jeongin cums in his hand —some escaping and shooting up his chest— with a deep groan, some curses falling from his lips as he goes lax in his sheets.
On the other side of the door was Chan, who was leaning against the wall with his hand down his pants. His face was flushed as he cums in his underwear to the sound of Jeongin’s moans, and the thrilling realization that his dongsaeng was getting off to his sounds.
Quietly, Chan heads back to his room, already plotting his next gym trip.
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The next week passes, and the only thing Jeongin can remember about it is the moans and whimpers from the gym video. At this point, he has every frame of that video memorized thanks to the hours spent analyzing it. But by the end of the week, he was craving more. And thankfully, it was the normal day that Chan would ask him to join him at the gym.
Jeongin lies in bed, staring at the time. 2:28 AM. It’s around the same time that Chan had asked him the previous weeks to join him at the gym. He could hear Chan in his room rustling around and getting ready to head out. Jeongin waited patiently for soon his hyung would come knocking on his door asking him to join. And like the last few times, Jeongin would grumble about it, pretending he didn’t actually want to go, but still agreed to join him anyway.
Of course, he’d agree; he needed another video of Chan.
After about ten minutes, Chan still didn’t show up. Jeongin frowned and sat up to stare at the door that didn’t receive a single knock. There was movement towards the front door, the sound of shoes being put on, and keys jiggling. Jeongin rips the sheets off of himself and bolts out of his room, stopping in the middle of the kitchen to see Chan about to head out with his gym bag in hand and a confused look adorning his face.
“You’re going alone?” Jeongin questions, trying not to sound disappointed or hurt that Chan, for some reason, didn’t ask this time. Not just because he wants another video, but also because he genuinely enjoys doing things with his hyung.
“Oh?” Chan pauses, his hand hovering over the door handle. “I didn’t know if you were up for a third week in a row,” Chan assumed with a shy shrug. He softly leans against the wall as he looks Jeongin up and down. A small grin creeps onto his face as he takes in the younger’s appearance. “I see you’re already dressed, so come on then.”
Jeongin smiles and trots over, grabbing his gym bag from the floor. He did, in fact, pre-dress in a tank top and his sweatpants —which could be mistaken for sleep attire, but Jeongin was never one to wear pants to sleep— and pre-pack for the gym.
He slips his shoes on, following Chan out the door and into the car so they can head to the gym together.
The routine stays the same; they stretch it out and then head over to one of the racks for weight lifting. This time it was squats. Jeongin gulps, his mind already providing him with visuals of his hyung squatting down with his ass straining against the fabric of his shorts.
When he pulls out his phone, Chan stops him. “Ah, Iyen-ah, can’t you use mine?” Chan asks innocently. “It’s for Bubble again, so it’s easier if we just do it there. Texting the vids worsens the quality.”
Jeongin scrambles for an excuse before stammering out, “B-but I already have my phone out.” The stupidest excuse in the world, but nonetheless, he holds up his phone with the camera app open and ready to record.
Chan blinks at him, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he nods slowly. “Right.”
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Does he know? What’s that smirk for? FUCKFUCKFU— Jeongin’s thoughts are interrupted by Chan already piling the weights onto the bar.
“I’ll definitely need a spotter again, so if you wanna prop the camera up I would appreciate it,” Chan hums with a smile.
Jeongin listens like a good boy, propping his phone up against the weight rack, angling it so it’ll catch Chan’s side profile and allow Jeongin to spot him while also leaving himself out of frame.
“Do you want me to count again, hyung?” Jeongin asks as he takes place behind Chan, a safe distance away but close enough to be ready to help if needed.
“No counting on this one, it’s a bit heavy so I’m just gonna go until failure. Shouldn’t be too many,” Chan laughs lightly. He backs up to the rack, Jeongin’s hands carefully helping lift up the bar and guiding it onto his shoulders.
Chan immediately lets out a shaky breath as he takes the weight, lips pressed together as he suppresses a grunt. He does his first squat, a deep groan leaving his lips as he presses up. Jeongin feels blood already shooting down to his dick. Thank god he made sure he was out of the camera frame.
As Chan continues his reps, he starts getting whinier and moaning more than he usually does. Jeongin has to mentally pause, forcing his mind to focus on something other than how arousing his hyung is acting.
Is he doing this shit on purpose? Jeongin wonders, his eyes struggling to stay focused on Chan’s upper body. Using all his God-given strength to not look down at Chan’s ass as it presses out, coming centimeters away from brushing against his growing bulge.
Chan glances up behind him and notices how Jeongin’s face is slightly flushed red, and feels a small sense of triumph. He looks forward again, straining against the weight. All according to plan.
“Ah~ Iyen-ah,” Chan moans as he squats lower than before, purposefully sticking his ass out further —proper gym form be damned, he’s on a mission right now— so that it presses right into Jeongin’s crotch.
“H-hyung?” Jeongin stutters out with shock, immediately taking a step back. Feeling embarrassment and shame shoots up his spine from Chan finding out that he’s hard.
Chan re-racks the bar, panting heavily as sweat drips down his forehead and neck. Letting out a hum as he leans back against the rack and takes some deep breaths. “Ah, I need to go cool off on the treadmill…” He murmurs, his voice still whiny.
Jeongin is praying Chan doesn’t turn around and look down— his hands were doing a poor job at hiding his boner through his sweatpants. God, he just had to go and make it awkward. Getting hard just because his hyung did a few squats in front of him? It’s sinful.
Clearing his throat, “Sounds good, hyung,” he grits out, spinning around and grabbing his phone to immediately stop the recording. “I’m gonna go wash up.” Without another word, Jeongin walks— more so dashes— towards the locker rooms, making sure his back is facing Chan for the whole way there.
With the comforting knowledge that Chan would be preoccupied with the treadmill for the next five-to-ten minutes, Jeongin goes to the far end of the showers and turns the water on, stripping out of his clothes as he waits for the water to turn hot.
The warm water hitting his back isn’t helping his boner. Without another thought, he pulls his phone out, holding it just out of the stream from the shitty water pressure, and brings up the video from moments ago. He quickly scrolls through, finding the spot when Chan was getting even whinier from reaching his rep limit, and presses play.
Jeongin’s hand immediately wraps around his aching cock, his head falling against the tiled wall as he lets out a groan, not realizing how pent up he truly was. He doesn’t have long, but luckily, he doesn’t need long.
The video plays, Chan’s whines bouncing off the walls and drilling into Jeongin’s ears. The video shows more than what Jeongin was able to see. The way Chan arched his back, the way his ass pressed out— getting closer and closer to Jeongin after each rep. The moment Chan’s ass brushed against Jeongin’s bulge. The nearly pornographic moan Chan lets out at the contact.
Fuck. Jeongin was in too much of a state of shock earlier to notice how his hyung practically moaned like a whore at such little contact. What would it be like if Jeongin had rutted against him? Dropped the weights, gripped his hips, and pressed his cock between those plump cheeks.
“Iyen-ah~” Chan cooes, scaring the shit out of Jeongin, making him drop his phone with the video still playing.
“H-hyung!? Wha—?” Jeongin goes to spin around to face Chan, but is pressed against the shower wall. He feels Chan’s skin against his, meaning Chan must have already stripped on his way over.
“What’s my little dongsaeng listening to that's got him so worked up, hmm?” Chan coyly in his ear, the grin on his face clear in his voice. Chan’s gaze flickers down to the phone on the floor, which had clattered just out of reach of the shower’s stream. The video of him working out was still playing, though his whines were slightly muffled from some water that had seeped into the speakers.
Chan tsks, clicking his tongue. “Do I turn you on, baby?” He waits for Jeongin to give a response.
Jeongin nods timidly.
“That’s very perverted, Iyen-ah.”
Harsh words, yet Jeongin feels his dick twitch at them.
“You know if you wanted to hear me moan your name so badly, you could’ve just asked nicely.” His lips graze the shell of Jeongin’s ear, teasing.
Jeongin swallows and tries to focus, but his mind is a scrambled mess of emotions. Embarrassment and shame from getting caught, unbelievably turned on, but also irritated that his hyung was playing with him for weeks.
He knew this whole time.
He’s about to say something when Chan presses closer against him, specifically against his dick. Drawing a startled moan from him. His hands slap over his mouth, ashamed at how turned on he was from all of this.
“Well, don’t stop on my account.” Chan’s hand reaches up and grabs Jeongin’s wrist, guiding it back down to grip onto his cock again. When Jeongin’s hand wraps around himself, he hisses slightly, a shaky groan leaving his lips. Chan chuckles and covers Jeongin’s hand with his own, stroking the younger’s cock together.
Jeongin’s breath caught in his throat. His gaze drops down to his dick, seeing how the tips of his fingers poked out just slightly underneath Chan’s, the way the tip of his cock is flushed red and leaking all over their fingers.
What caught him off guard was when Chan rested his chin on his shoulder and started moaning directly into his ear.
“So good, Iyen-ah,” Chan whined as if it was his own cock being stroked, moving his hand faster. “The best for hyung.”
Jeongin felt the irritation stir in him again. This whole time Chan had known exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly the effect he was having on Jeongin— not to mention earlier he almost left without him. What type of sick game is this? Hell no.
In one swift movement, Jeongin spins them around. He presses Chan’s front against the tiles, one hand pinning an arm around his back and the other to the shower wall. He chuckles lowly, bringing his mouth next to Chan’s ear to whisper: “You knew this whole fucking time.”
Chan lets out a chuckle, “You’re cute when you’re annoyed.”
Jeongin ignores that statement. “I think you’re the pervert here, hyung.”
Beneath him, Jeongin could feel the way Chan’s breath stutters. The breathy moan that escapes his lips. The way Chan trembles ever so slightly.
“Not so confident now, huh?” Jeongin mocks, crowding against him harder.
“Jeongin-ah~” Chan moans, pressing his ass back into Jeongin, causing the younger’s cock to slide between his asscheeks. Both of them moaning at the contact.
“You can admit it. You loved to whimper and moan for me, and you were enthralled that I got off to it.” Jeongin presses himself closer, nipping the top of Chan’s ear. He leans back and looks down, watching as his cock slides against his hyung’s plump ass.
“Such a whore, hyung,” Jeongin tuts. “Did you get off to it as well? Did you get off to the thought of your dongsaeng cumming just from your voice?”
Chan stammers and rests his forehead on the tile, taking a shuddering breath under his dongsaeng’s filthy comments. He always suspected that Jeongin had this side to him; it was exciting to see it come to light.
“I asked you a question, hyung,” Jeongin tsks as he rocks his hips slightly. “Don’t tell me you’re already cockdumb from just some light humping?”
The moan that left Chan’s lips was sinful. “Y-yes.” Seeing his hyung being reduced to just whimpers and moans had Jeongin’s head spinning deliciously.
“Yes, what? Yes, you’re too cockdumb, or yes, you got yourself off?” Jeongin questions further. He wanted to hear it from his hyung.
Chan whimpers, “Both.” His dick leaks more precum at Jeongin’s harsh words. Jeongin leans forward, placing his chin over Chan’s shoulder. From this angle, he can clearly see just how affected his hyung is. Flushed cheeks, his lips red and bitten— Jeongin wants to taste them.
“Look at me,” Jeongin demands. Chan turns his head to the best of his ability while still having his chest pressed against the shower tile. Jeongin licks over his lips before kissing Chan properly, his tongue wasting no time diving into his hyung’s mouth.
Chan moans into the kiss, pressing his ass back against Jeongin’s cock. “More,” he begs. “Please, need you.”
Jeongin laughs at Chan’s desperation. “You want to be fucked here?” He chides. “Where anyone can walk in and hear you moaning like a whore?”
Chan whimpers, his eyes screwing shut as goosebumps appear on his skin, despite the hot water rolling down their bodies. His cock was rutting against the shower wall in sync with Jeongin’s thrusts, causing more whines and quiet “uh”s to spill from his lips. Jeongin’s words echoing in his ear didn’t help. Chan’s mind runs wild as he imagines getting caught— someone walking in on such a pathetic sight. A stranger, or even one of the other members.
“Ohhh, you do. Naughty, hyung.” Jeongin groans into Chan’s ear as he slaps his ass. Thrusting in a way that causes his dick to press right over Chan’s hole, the tip pressing in ever so slightly.
Chan gives a guttural moan as his body shakes. His head drops forward against the wall as his mouth stays agape. “Iyen…” Chan drawls as his body starts to go slack, barely holding himself up anymore. If it wasn’t for Jeongin’s grip on his waist, he’d probably have fallen to the floor.
Jeongin stills. “Did you just…?”
Chan continues to wiggle his hips back, “Don’t stop, please, Iyen-ah. Wan’ you to cum too.”
The knowledge that Chan came completely untouched from just some humping —lest the friction of his tip against the tile— was enough to bring Jeongin right to the edge. One more thrust against Chan’s soft skin, and Jeongin was painting his lower back white with his release.
“Good boy,” Jeongin pants, finally relaxing. He rests his forehead on the nape of Chan’s neck, and his hands drop down to grab his waist. Chan spins around in his arms, tilting Jeongin’s chin up to meet his gaze.
“Took you long enough,” Chan teases as he threads his fingers through Jeongin’s wet hair.
“Shut up, hyung,” Jeongin chuckles with a fox-like smile.
They kiss as they wash each other under the spray of the shower. Their touches were soft, held with a promise of more to ‘cum’ when they got back home.
Chan never went to the gym without Jeongin again.