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"Bin", Chan whispered to the sleeping man on the sofa. Pushing him a bit, shaking his shoulders lightly as he didn't wake up right away. He really didn't want to wake him up. The younger looked so soft and squishy. He had to resist the urge to poke his finger into Changbin's puffy cheeks. Through Chan knew, from experience, that this small sofa was a nightmare to sleep on for a longer period of time.
"EuGH", moaned Changbin, Lifting his arms, that he used as a makeshift pillow. He Stretched and opened his eyes ever so slightly. He ignored Chan and reached straight for his phone. It took him a bit to recognize the time he was staring at. And after a few seconds, yet another moan left his mouth. It was a very frustrated sound, one must admit. Changbin lifted his head to glare at Chan. Was it even a glare? His eyes were so tiny and sleepy, that Chan couldn't tell. "I'm sorry", it's all Chan could muster at the moment. The younger just sat up and watched the floor in silence.
Changbin originally came to the studio so the both of them could go out. Get something to eat, as Chan and Changbin hadn't already.
But somehow Chan wasn't satisfied with the progress he made on one of the tracks he had started. Changbin told him that they still had some time. That Chan could work some more and they could leave after he was done. After an hour the younger got tired, lay down on the sofa and after some more minutes fell into a silent slumber. He must have been really tired from his workout, Chan thought.
Now that the younger was silent Chan got lost in his work. With no one nagging him or physically bucking him - he got lost. So much so that he didn't even notice as the clock strikes 4:30 am.
But now it was 4:30 am and no restaurant would be open at this time. A horrible feeling of guilt had started to bite its way through Chan's mind and Changbins silence didn't help at all.
"Well ... I don't know about you, but I am still hungry", murmured The younger one, his voice a little raspy from his "nap". God how Chan loved this tone. He was relieved to hear Changbin's word. That he was still up to go out and eat something with him.
"Me too"
Rather soon they found themself outside. The night was cold, spring had only just begun. Changbin suggested, now that there weren't any restaurants open anymore, to go buy some sandwiches and sodas at the 24h shop.
" As an apology, I pay for the food", announced Chan. "Of course you are", Changbin laughed, it was a joke Chan knew, but he would pay for him anyway. The younger was still tired and deserved a free meal for his long and patient wait.
He walked just a bit slower than usual and bumped into Chan's sides as they walked. The elder didn't mind. They got what they needed and left the store again. Searching for a quiet place. A bench across from them looked inviting. Starting to eat in silence, Chan glanced at the younger. He still felt so guilty. Changbin probably wanted something warm to eat. Some heavy meat or dumplings. Something other than a cheap sandwich from a 24h shop.
"Bin I'm-"
"It's alright don't worry"
Back to silence.
"I know that you feel bad about it. But I am not mad or anything at you", Changbin smiled at him, it was comforting. A bit of relief made its way through Chan's tensed body.
"Of course, I hoped to eat something more..", he looked at his sandwich with a judgemental glare, " luxurious but, I don't mind simplicity". The younger shrugged his shoulder and took another bite and a sip from his soda.
Chan just sat there. Not really interested in his food anymore, but still hungry.
After some moments Changbin closed the gap that they both kept. Sitting now closer together. He felt warmth emitting from the younger. His Heart felt it too, starting to thumb just a little bit harder. Luckily the city was only awaking now at 5 am. It made things easier. Not that he was embarrassed to be seen with Changbin together. Huddled up for warmth after wolfing down two sandwiches and two sugary drinks.
And if his heart kept on thumping so hard, he would see himself confess his love to Changbin. As if on cue, the younger snaked his Hands around Chans, intertwining them successfully. Damn it.
He might just gonna do it.
"Bin? I. I like you", did he just really say that. It just popped from his mouth, like his thought to speak filter was broken. For a moment Chan hoped that Changbin was too busy in his thoughts. He felt the younger move a bit next to him. Probably raising an eyebrow at Chan's sudden question. It was funny how he, felt' Changbins head working - trying what this nonsense meant. Anxiously he waited for an answer or not. Happing for the latter.
"I like you too", Changbin Lifted his head yawning loudly but also laughing at the same time. Wich combined made a really weird noise.
Yeah, right he liked him too. Good to know. Not that he ever wanted to doubt that, but Chan considered his words as something more meaningful. Ambiguous even. Changbin didn't seem to understand. And know he thinks that the older is stupid or something. Asked him, his best friend of 5 years, if he liked him. Or worse he knew what Chan meant and pretended to not know. Play dumb so to say.
"Shall we go back ?"
"Yeah, I'm getting cold"
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" Drink ! Or ..." Screamed Jisung with excitement.
"Or what", Changbin snarled back with a big grin on his face. Feeling confident that Jisung would make a fool out of himself, as he tends to do so.
"Or I'll call you a Walrus" the words left his mouth and Changbins grin disappeared into a frown. The Jisung wanted to rile him up. He didn't like to be called that and Jisung knew it. Using this stupid comparison against him for a quick laugh. The older man took the full glass out of Jisungs Hand. He gulped it down in one go. His ego is extremely damaged. He could particularly tell how Jisungs smile got bigger and his laugh louder.
Chan watched with a slight amusement over their group of friends. How Jisung threw his fist against the Table demanding Changbin to down yet another glass of a strong alcoholic beverage. Minho lazily watched with a devilish grin, his hand on his drink, sipping from it from time to time. Chan could only shake his head, seeing how Changbins eyes and nose scrunched at the burning taste.
He also witnessed how their friends left the now fully buzzed and zoned out Changbin alone on the bench. The younger man set slouched over, probably regretting all of his life's choices. At one time Jisung came over again to him yelling through the music: "Binnie Hyung! How are you doing ?"
Binnie just lifted his head, and tried his best to be heard: "Not good !"
And for a hot second, Jisung just stood there. Thinking about the words he heard - processing slowly. After a few more seconds he started to smile, gave a thumbs up and walked back to the dancefloor to Minho.
Frustrated Changbin let his head fall back onto his Arm. Whimpered a bit, at his misery. What had he brought upon himself? While drifting into a spiral he suddenly felt a warm hand on his shoulders, rubbing softly against the fabric.
" I think it's time to get you home, Bin~" through Chan had to scream to be heard, Changbin thought it was the sweetest tone he had ever heard.
The younger man just nodded, struggling to stand up and follow his, in his buzzed mind proclaimed, saviour. Changbin felt Chan's strong Hands on his Arm, helping and guiding him through the club.
When they got home he felt so happy and relieved. The drive home was hell. Changbin cursed his eyes for the motion sickness that had arisen. His stomach hurt, his head ached and his eyes stung. All he wanted was to be in a dark room warm and find comfort in Chan's presence. As he reached his bed, he just let himself fall onto the mattress. Rolling to the far side, more than enough for Chan to lie with him. His face planted into the soft cushion of his pillowcase. But he didn't feel any weight next to him. The room went dark as he looked up. He saw Chan standing at the door frame. Heard a whisper. A good night's wish.
Panicked he sat up calling out to the elder, who wanted to leave him alone. "Hyung", he listened and waited for something that suggest that Chan had heard him. And he almost fears to hear the door shut close.
"Yeah ?", his words were exhausted, but held a caring sound.
"Stay with me, please", Changbins wish was no more than a murmur. He couldn't see Chan's lips turning into a smile. Couldn't hear his heart skip a beat at this beautiful and innocent request. All he heard was a whispered: "of course, Bin". He just heard feet shuffling towards him, then a slight shift of weight and then finally a warm presence next to him. He smiled and turned to the elder. In his drunken happiness he murmured curling up on him: "Channie Hyung".
Chan could have cried tears of joy right then and there. This moment was so precious and all he wanted these past weeks. After their first time touching Hands and hid a miserable attempt to talk about their shared feelings. Only to forget and bury them deep inside again.
Not thinking, Chan's hands were already running through the black hair. A low sight escaped Changbins lips. It must have helped with his headache, Chan thought. So he kept on softly brushing over the scalp. Soon all Chan could hear was light snoring and deep breaths against his Chest. Finally allowing himself to close his eyes. Inviting his exhaustion to take over, bring his body some sleep.
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Changbin awoke alone in his bed. The side was next to him empty and already cold. His lips turned into a little pout. How long was Chan gone? Did he go as soon as Changbin had fallen asleep? Changbin let himself fall face-first into the sheets, where his Hyung would have lied with him that night. A bit of his warm scent and cologne hung onto them.
Embarrassed he let out a groan. Just realised that he acted like a middle schooler, first time in love. He groaned, he was in love. He was in love with Chan and hopefully he didn't do or say anything stupid yesterday.
Well besides getting shit-faced drunk after a few drinks in the first place. Correction: after he got shit-faced drunk from a few drinks because of Jisung. This wasn't an excuse, none that mattered of course, but still. In the end, it was his fault.
At least his stomach had settled and- no his headache just started again.
Eventually Changbin raised. Ready to face the day. Stretching a bit more and then making the bed. As he stepped down the stairs he was greeted by a sweet smell. Curious he looked around the corner. Chan was standing in the kitchen, dressed in all black and seemed to cook something.
"Oh hey, good morning - didn't think you were up already !", The elder laughed and focused on Changbin. A gentle smile on his lips.
"Oh I made coffee", Chan jumped to a little coffeepot on the other side of the stove and poured some of the hot liquid into a mug.
Changbin smiled to see the older man so excited about making breakfast for him. He reached for the mug. Testing and taking little sips "Thanks Hyung, you're the best".
Changbin took place at the kitchen table. Empty, no plates only two forks and a bottle of maple syrup.
" Oh Fff- ", Chan jumped, holding the string of curse words back. To no avail, he tried to save his forgotten pancake. He couldn't. " I'll take this one then", defeated he brought two plates. Each held two and a half pancakes and a burned one for Chan.
" Here you go Binnie".
They started to eat in comfortable silence. Changbin didn't feel like talking right now, he just wanted to appreciate the food Chan made.
" How did you sleep ?"
"Good." Changbin thought for a moment: " You should sleep more often next to me". They both laughed and blushed about the thought.
" I mean I wouldn't mind...", another confession. Chan felt his cheeks and ears warm up. He, gain felt a sudden urge to just tell him. Tell him what he felt, how he felt. Surely they found themselves complimenting and flirting with each other, but this was different. The older just really wished that Changbin would answer with a: yes of course" or a, please". Just to have an excuse to touch and cuddle him again. But nothing came. Wich didn't surprise Chan. The younger one probably had a bad headache and tried to focus on eating. He would search for a pain killer later. Maybe later was the right time to talk about it. When the pain subsided. For now, Chan could gather some more courage. Get ready for his big confession. Even his heart wanted him to do so, thumbing so wildly against his ribs and lungs.
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"I love you", he whispered as his lips touched Chan's skin, tasting it. Changbin sat on top of the older man. It felt so good, empowering in a way. His lips turned into a smirk. He let his teeth grace along his exposed collarbone. Chan's heart skipped a beat. Swallowing hard to mute a moan. Did he hear that right? Did Changbin whisper a confession against his skin? Both of them were out of breath, especially Chan. He should say it. Should whisper a: " I love you too" in return, but he moved desperately his hips upwards, against the younger. The moment to do so was gone. Another desperate thrust.
Chan felt hot, his body ached. He wanted more. To be touched and to give some in return. His hands came to rest on Changbins thighs. Tried to push the younger ones down, so that there could be some kind of friction. Because Changbin didn't give him that. Or only to his amusement to see Chan falter beneath him. Chans opened his mouth for a second. Letting a delighted sigh escape from it. A pair of Hands dragging themself down his body. Opened his pants. Touched him. Changbin was too good to him, though he wished that the younger would hurry up. Because at that pace that he held, Chan would surely combust.
What a shame that Chan was too shy. Too shy to say something. Changbin probably took notice of that. He felt Chan's pelvis grind against his ass impatiently, but the older wouldn't speak. Wouldn't tell me what he wanted. Changbins grin just widen, and he leaned down. Kissing Chan's neck, liking roughly at a sweet spot that made his body jerk. "Love, please tell me what's on you're mind", he purred.
Chan whimpered at the given pet name and the caring sound of Changbin's voice. He knew that these weren't just some words, for him to mindlessly answer. He wanted to please him, to please both of them and would do anything to do so. Nothing was hotter than a mindful and tender Changbin.
" I... Want you Bin", Chan turned his head, so that his and Changbins noses touched. He felt lips crashing against his own. Changbin did wait for those words. And it showed. In the way, his hands worked now faster. Faster to undress them both.
The younger one's hand took hold of his half-hard member. A generous amount of lube got dumped all over him. Rough strokes spread the substance. Moans escaped Chan's mouth. Suddenly hot wetness enveloped Chan and soft grunts filled now the room beside his own. The older looked up. Changbins head was hanging, black hair falling into his closed eyes. The elder leaned up, reached for Changbins cheeks and pulled him into a soft Kiss.
He grinned as the younger let a surprised moan from his lips. That got quickly swallowed as Chan's tongue slipped through his parted lips, exploring every inch. It was a sudden power shift. Changbin Hands found to hold on to Chan's board's shoulders. Gently he pushed himself up and down. Felt every inch of Chan's erection inside of him. A gasp escaped the younger man's lip as he felt Chan thrust his hips upwards. It was rough, it hurt but it also carried a stimulating heat. A silent, fuck" dropped from Changbins mouth. It felt so good. But the constant up and down drained his stamina very quickly. His thighs felt tired and his knees burned, despite sitting on top of the soft mattress. But Changbin didn't think about stopping or changing positions. Because it felt so good and Chans cry that he was close mad his power through it. His stomach formed a tied Knott. Heat streamed upwards with every thrust. He could swear he felt Chan twitch inside of him. His pulsating member pumped every last drop of sperm inside of him.
Changbin stopped. His chest heaved heavily, trying to catch his breath. He let Chan slip out of him, but he stayed on top. His thighs trembled. Hips moving ever so slightly. Thrusting into cold air. A whine left his throat. So close yet not quite there.
Warm hands started to touch the younger man. Helping to reach his release too. Fingers traced against his skin. Holding his sides. Chan watched him. Eyes fixed on the younger as he touched himself above him.
He came with a low grunt. Nose scrunched up and eyes screwed shut. The elder simply smiled. Rewarding Changbin by pulling him down. Lips connected in a sloppy and tired kiss. He didn't mind the cum that dripped from his chest down his sides.
After a few moments, the younger stood up. Chan wanted to protest. Thought about grabbing his Arms, pulling him back on his lap. To kiss him again and start all over. But he just watched as Changbin searched for his lost shorts and then disappeared into the Bathroom.
Chan rose, his head against the cold wall. The clouds of Lust subsided - brain slowly working again. Suddenly he started to wonder what Changbin had said: >> I love you<< Chan's thoughts, like a train running fast. So much so that he didn't even realize that the younger came back, cold wet towel in his hands. "You said that you love me", Chan didn't hesitate to say what he was thinking. His heart was beating so hard he thought it might burst.
Changbin just looked at him. Caught in the Aktion to wipe away his cum of Chan. His sweet caring smile dropped a bit and so did his head. Did he feel ashamed? The younger could only press out a: "Yeah I did .. didn't I ?"
Silence fell upon them and Chan feared that he broke something. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.
"Listen Hyung, I am sorry. I didn't mean to say it. I mean - no wait... I meant what I said because that's how I feel about you - but the time-", Chan leaned up to the younger, shutting him up by his proximity.
"I love you too"
Changbin looked up. His sharp eyes now wide open, they screamed confusion. It was cute. Cute how the corners of his lips twitched, as he seemed to finally process Chan's Words in his head.
"You do ?", his voice leaked excitement. Chan imaged that he was about to burst into a bubble of happiness.
"Yes, I do", Chan laughed a bit, reassuring the younger by leaning in for a Kiss. Wich Changbin returned with much delight. He even climbed on top of the older again, taking his old place on his Stomach, still while he kissed him. Stopped only to take a deep breath
" Chan ?", Asked Changbin with a wide grin, his lips still close to the elders. He didn't wait, knowing that his attention was all on him: " Do you want to be my Boyfriend ?" Amused Chan smiled, looking up to Changbin. His heart raced so fast, but he couldn't care less. This was all he ever wanted.
" Yes, I'd love to be yours"