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The crowd was still clapping and whooping as he and Nanon exited through the small door at the back of the bar where the event had been held. He placed a hand on the small of Nanon’s back, not to guide or hurry him, but to feel him, to make sure he was within touching distance. The soft material of his hot pink jacket rubbed against Ohm’s palm and he followed Nanon down the dim hallway without a word.
They got to the tiny back room where the clothes that they’d worn to the venue were hung up. Nanon looked over his shoulder when he heard the door close and the lock click. He grinned and crowded Ohm up against the door, smirking. He was practically vibrating.
“That was fun wasn’t it? It was a good event,” he said, leaning in to whisper it against Ohm’s lips. He always got like this after an event- kind of jittery, eyes bright, full of energy and adrenaline and needing to put it all somewhere. And usually, he put it all into Ohm.
“Yeah, I could tell you were having fun. Dressed like that. I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” he teased at full volume, ducking his head away to grin sideways at him. Nanon looked around like there was a chance that someone was lurking in their dressing room.
He shushed him as he leaned towards Ohm’s lips again. Ohm laughed and tilted his head back against the door, looking down his nose at a pouting Nanon.
“Oh now you want to be quiet? You were so loud out there, so chatty when you were flirting with all those girls.” What Ohm didn’t say was that he loved watching Nanon like that. He was in his element out there, teasing and laughing with fans. He had an ease with them that Ohm always admired. Nanon would take charge and lead the conversation and make sure everyone was having a good time, and sometimes Ohm would catch himself and realize that he’d just been watching silently for a long time. He didn’t think other people had noticed that though, thank goodness. “When you were showing off your chest.”
He pushed Nanon away and brought his finger to the hollow of his throat, feeling the movement as he gulped. He slowly dragged his finger down his sternum. Nanon let his eyes fall closed and shivered. When he got halfway down his chest, he used the finger to widen the already gaping shirt and traced a small circle in the skin before following the opening all the way down to his stomach, letting it come to a rest there.
He laid his hand flat on Nanon’s belly and felt his slow breathing, the rise and fall of his chest drawing his eye. He slipped his hand sideways under the shirt and then up, to cup one of his soft pecs. He squeezed gently and ran a thumb over his nipple, feeling it perk up beneath his touch. His skin was warm and slightly dewy and his heartbeat was strong underneath his palm. Ohm was sure he felt it quicken just a bit as he circled the bud. Nanon’s eyelids fluttered and Ohm heard the catch in his breath. He loved that he could bring him to this.
He could tell this quiet moment was about to end though, when he felt the muscles tighten and shift as Nanon surged forward for a kiss. He allowed the slide of Nanon’s needy lips on his, the persistent tongue sliding into his mouth, for only a moment before breaking the kiss and moving to mouth right below his ear, where he was most sensitive. He flinched away at first and then arched into it as the pressure increased enough to stop being ticklish.
Ohm pulled away slightly and breathed hotly into his ear, “I want your mouth on me. Now.” Normally, he’d get an enthusiastic nod and Nanon would drop to his knees, but Ohm knew him like the other half of himself, and he knew how keyed up he was right now, like he could feel Nanon's adrenaline coursing through his own veins. Nanon was looking for a fight, and he was happy to provide one. Ohm had made it an order, and Nanon reared back, eyes wide.
“Ah, hey! My team won two out of those three games. If anything, you should blow me!” Ohm would be happy to, but getting him all worked up was even more fun. He didn’t laugh at Nanon’s offended face, but it was a near thing.
“Oh no! You cheated in that post-it game,” he taunted. Nanon took a half step away, unfortunately, so he could bring his finger up to wiggle in Ohm’s face. Ohm loved it when he got so dorkily passionate about something that he couldn’t stop himself from gesturing.
“That wasn’t cheating! That was fair and square!”
“See, you know exactly what I’m talking about. The replacement for the post-it that fell off should have gone on your neck, not your jacket. They stick better to the skin, and you know it!” Ohm tilted forward and placed a hand on his neck where the post-it should have gone. He used it to grab Nanon and haul him closer again. He brought their lips together in a hard press that probably shouldn’t have made Ohm’s chest ache or make him imagine future arguments about what kind of car to buy or where to vacation or what to name a pet. But it did all of those things and Ohm leaned back against the door, pulling him along, to feel his whole body against him.
The loud knock right next to their heads startled them both and Nanon accidentally bit down on Ohm’s lip as he jolted away. Ohm pressed his tongue against the tender spot as P’Kwang yelled through the door.
“Boys? Are you ready? The car is here and I will leave without you. You have three minutes.” Her footsteps receded completely before either of them moved or looked at the other. As soon as they did, they were laughing and scrambling to get changed as quickly as possible.
As he slung his jacket over a hanger, Ohm threw over his shoulder, “At least your shirt will be easy to get off. No tiring buttons to undo or anything.”