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It's torture. Okay, that's a bit dramatic. It's frustrating.
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All of that skin and muscle, right there for the touching... or squeezing, or biting, grabbing, worshiping... Oh wow, he needs to reign it in a little... But Felix is this close to dragging Chris off to a staff room or closet somewhere to do just that. He's only human, okay?
He had thought that the innitial firework period of getting together would run it's course and he'd stop feeling like a horny teenager. That was apparently not the case when it came to Chris, but hey, when was anything typical with him?
Don't get him wrong, Felix is very aware of the fact that he's down bad at this point. But you'd think that knowing the man this long would make the transition from friends to more-than-friends a little less... like he's been slapped in the face repeatedly. Particularly, by the realization that he has full, very enthusiasticly given permission to touch.
Logically, he knows he can't just be all over Chris anytime the mood strikes. Out in public, especially. There are too many people around. Too many eyes on them and far too little opportunity for privacy in the venue.
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The rest of the guys don't mind but Felix has become mindful of the fact that out of the two of them, he's not the one that goes beat red when the wolf whistles start going off.
It was adorable, really. The way Chris will light up like a Christmas tree if the two of them get brought up in conversation. Specifically, when it's about their still nonexistent sex life. The rest of the members have stopped playing coy about it and gone fully into verbal speculation.
Again. It's just frustrating. Can you tell, he's frustrated? Felix thinks he's doing a bang up job of hiding it for Chris's sake, at least.
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"Twenty says, Channie-hyung bottoms." Jisung says around a mouthfull of popcorn.
They're gathered in the Maknae-and-Minho dorm for a movie night.
"Oh my God." And Felix would feel sorry for his boyfriend. But embarrassed Chris is far too cute not to tease. So, he'll let it slide, just this once. All of the other times didn't count.
"Are you serious?" Changbin is in the process of popping open another can of beer, when he registers Jisung's comment.
"Absolutely! You see the way he bends over backwards for Yongbokkie these days. His dick must be magic or something." Jisung states like it's the only logical explanation.
"Is your dick magic?" Hyunjin whispers conspiratorially in Felix's ear, from where he's nestled into his side on the floor. Felix just cocks his head to the side and shrugs. Playing innocent is much more entertaining than the actual truth. They haven't really done anything yet, but the buzz around it is entertaining and Felix is a simple man.
"Oh, my God!" Chris's head is in his hands now. Elbows balances square on his knees, so he doesn't completely fold in on himself. Felix wants crawl in between them and kiss the blush off of his cheeks. Then again, that might not be the best course of action, right now.
"That's not fair! Chan-hyung's always been whipped. That's like saying the sea is wet!" The both offended and desperate moan that leaves Chris's mouth is met with a boisterous round of laughter from the rest of the room.
"Can you guys, not..." He manages weekly and Felix almost gets up to go to him then and there. It's Minho who comes to the rescue in the form of a comforting hand on Chris's shoulder-
"No, no, let them finish. This is fascinating." Okay, maybe not..
"Not you too!?" Oh, his ears are so red. That's one thing that's definitely changed since they got together. Felix used to associate that reaction with fun things, like them taking the piss out of each other. Like when Chris would say something cringy, or Feix would mix up his words in two languages, or one of them would hit the wall trying to get to the bathroom first thing in the morning. Shit like, Chris missing his chair in the studio and landing on his ass.
His ears would always turn red from embarrassment and giggles.
Now. Well, now when Chris's ears turn red, Felix's mind goes to different examples. Like how he sees it up close, when he makes himself comfortable behind Chris while he's working. It's a little mean, but he'll always start speaking lower, quieter - so Chris has to focus on what he's saying, focus on Felix's breath on his neck.
And it's Oh so, sensitive. Felix has been exploiting the Hell out of the power it grants him. It's so satisfying to watch Chris start to burn up slowly. Start to fidget when Felix casually slips a hand under his shirt and just leaves it there. Fingers squeezing or caressing every once in a while - right when he feels Chris's spine start to relax again.
He'll just let it simmer and simmer until Chris's laptop is inevitably pushed somewhere to the side, files hastily saved. Until, it's not just Chris's back pressed up against him, but his chest, his mouth, his hands in Felix's hair. Short annoyed breaths and complaints laced with affection mixing with his own.
"You're evil. I have work to do."
"You're a menace."
"You're so distracting... I hate it."
"What if I just did that while you were gaming, huh?"
But it's never more than that. Oh, how he wishes sometimes..
"You should be happy, I'm not taking advantage of all of these golden opportunities, hyung. The stand-up writes itself."
"How generous of you." Chris deadpans and Felix can't help but laugh.
"So, as I was saying. It makes perfect sense. Plus, Yongbokkie's stronger than he looks!" Changbin nods as Jisung pulls the topic back around.
"Hey!" It's Felix's turn to sound indignant, but he sees more than hears Chris snort. So it's worth it.
"You know what I mean! Chan-hyung's built like a small brick shit house, it's a compliment."
"It is." Confirms Seungmin who Felix is certain is the person collecting the bet money.
"They could just switch, ya know? I think I saw Lix limping a little the other day. And Channie-hyung looked like he had a bit of a spring in his step."
"HWANG HYUNJIN!" Felix laughs harder and shoves the taller dancer.
"A SPRING IN MY- !?" Chris's face pops up like a meerkat from in between his fingers. He looks horrified. He looks faint. He's getting whiney. Felix just wants to grab him by the scruff and lock them in his bedroom.
As it turns out, he absolutely loves it when Chris gets whiney, he just hasn't told him yet. He almost feels guilty about enjoying the older's suffering a little bit too much, but he can't help it. It's cute and he makes the best noises and Felix just wants to drag them out of him another way.
Chris loves waxing poetic about his voice, but Felix finds that hypocritical to be honest.
"Really!? When? Pics or it didn't happen!" It's Jeongin this time. The youngest doesn't so much want to see, as he just enjoys being a little bit of a shit sometimes.
"How would you prove that I was limping with pics, though?" Felix asks, genuinely curious. Chris has never looked so betrayed in his life. Felix only shrugs apologetically.
"It's just-.. The vibe, ya know?" Jisung has at this point finished the remaining popcorn and is reaching for Seungmin's bowl.
"The... vibe?"
"Yeah, the 'I wasn't limping before I got to your dorm' vibe." Seungmin has pulled the bowl out of reach long before Jisung finished that sentence.
"End me, now. Please." Comes, barely audible from where Chris's face is smushed against the pillow he'd just pulled into his lap to use as a stress toy. Felix shouldn't be feeling a pang of jealousy towards the upholstry, but here we are. He really needs to get some cuddles in by the end of the night, otherwise, he might actually combust.
"Oh hush, hyung. If you don't want us speculating, you can always just confirm or deny it." Changbin, the least dramatic member of the group provides helpfully.
"Yeah! We know you're shy and stuff, but we talk about everything that concerns the team." Minho, the absolute gremlin, chimes in from across the couch.
"How does whether or not Felix "tops" me, concern the team, exactly?" The face is still securely buried in the pillow but Chris had clearly shifted a little, so they can understand what he's saying.
"In no particular way, but we're curious." Minho easily evades the hand blindly swatting in his direction.
"You could just ask!" Chris groans finally.
"Would you tell us?"
"Absolutely not."