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“Jeno, have you seen my pink lace stockings?”
It’s the first thing to come out of Jeno’s roommate's pink mouth, one Tuesday morning, as he drinks his designated protein smoothie of the day. Now, Jeno is not new to Chenle’s particularities, but he still manages to choke on the said smoothie. He puts his tumbler on their tiny kitchen counter and forces his lungs to function again. He coughs for about five minutes and finally turns around to stare at his roommate. Chenle is completely unfazed as he waits for Jeno to answer his previous question, disregarding the fact that he almost caused Jeno a trip to the ER.
The blonde, younger man taps his foot on the floor impatiently, puts his hands on his hips, and shifts his weight to one of his legs. Maybe he thinks he looks intimidating like that, but truthfully, the baby blue pajama shorts (just long enough to barely cover his butt) and the matching crop top make him look anything but intimidating.
“So, have you seen them or not?” He asks once again, probably tired of waiting for an answer. Jeno clears his throat, “Mmm, no- sorry Chenle, I haven’t seen your pink lace stockings.” If his voice cracks a little during the last two words, Chenle doesn’t seem to notice, too preoccupied with the current issue at hand.
“Ughh, I can’t find them anywhere, and I need them for my Madoka Magica cosplay… I have an event tomorrow.” Chenle whines. “I’m sorry?” Jeno says, but it comes out more like a question.
“I can’t believe I’ll have to buy new ones, those were so expensive!” He cries as he approaches Jeno in the kitchen. He stops right in front of him, just a few steps separating them. Jeno wants to hold his breath, and at the same time get as much he can of Chenle’s scent. Their bathroom is filled with rows and rows of exfoliants, body lotions, oils, and so many other products he can barely remember. Meaning, Chenle smells good, really freaking good , every time he stands too close just like now, or even just as they briefly cross paths inside their apartment, Jeno is always left in some kind of daze. He has mentally kicked himself so many times for having those thoughts because it’s weird; Jeno doesn’t like men, never in his 25 years of living has he encountered another man who has awakened so many odd emotions inside of him, the same way Chenle has.
He’s not proud to say that after meeting the younger boy, he has started paying more attention to the scents and aromas of the girls he hooks up with. He tells himself it’s because it’s a nice touch, and not because they might remind him of his roommate.
Said roommate is currently watching him with an arched eyebrow, “I need to get my yogurt from the fridge.” It takes a few seconds, but then he realizes that he’s blocking their tiny gray refrigerator. Everything in this two-bedroom apartment is tiny, including Chenle’s tiny waist…
Before he can finish that thought, he moves to the side and discreetly watches as Chenle opens the door, and bends down to grab his favorite type of Greek vanilla yogurt, with zero added sugar. He tries to stop his eyes, but it’s too late, they’re already traveling along the span of Chenle’s bare milky thighs. He goes from his Soleus to his Gastrocnemius, followed by his Semimembranous, all the way to his Semitendinosus, Adductor magnus, and finally his Gluteus maximus. Maybe the next time he’s presenting a test for his anatomy class, he will use Chenle’s body as an example to remember all the muscles. He shakes his head and averts his eyes from where they’ve been staring at how Chenle’s ridiculous short cotton pants have ridden up, showing a glimpse of his ass.
He hears the fridge door closing and grabs his forgotten smoothie. “You’re weirdly quiet today,” Chenle says, heading for the cabinets looking for a spoon. He leans against the counter in front of Jeno and peels the foil lid of his yogurt. He watches in a trance as the other boy gathers the white sticky substance remaining on the seal with his index finger and brings it inside his mouth to lick it clean. Jeno gulps hard, “Just busy with midterms.” He finally replies, “How are you doing, by the way? I haven’t seen you studying or struggling at all,” He accuses.
Chenle laughs softly ( everything about him is soft ) and shrugs, “I’m doing pretty well, actually. I’ve passed all my important classes, and only the annoying ones are pending, but I don’t worry too much about those.”
They chat for a few minutes while both finish their definitions of a weekday breakfast. Overall, Jeno can’t complain; Chenle is a great roommate. He’s clean, is not unnecessarily loud, and most importantly, doesn’t mess with Jeno’s personal space or things. Jeno tries to reciprocate and does his best to be a good roommate to the younger boy. They’re not exactly friends; they're both going on different years, and usually, they don’t hang out around the same group of people, considering they are working in completely different majors. Jeno is in his third year of Sports science and nutrition. Chenle, on his part, is in the second year of Fashion and Textile Design.
They had met six months ago, when Jeno’s old roommate Mark had to move back to Canada after finishing his International Relations degree. Although Mark had helped Jeno try to look for a new person months in advance, they still didn’t succeed.
Jeno is not necessarily a picky person; he would like to think he’s rather selective instead. They posted on their social media accounts and the university’s Facebook page with no results at all. In the end, Mark left, and Jeno had to continue on his own. Living in New York City is not for the weak or the poor, so Jeno had to let some of his inhibitions behind and start looking around, even going as far as asking people in the gym he goes to.
It was the last one that gave him a result. One random day, this tall emo guy approached him while he was doing his shoulder workout. He introduced himself as Jisung and mentioned that he had heard Jeno going around asking if anyone knew of a person looking for a place to live. He said that his best friend had to leave his old apartment and was currently searching for a roommate.
Jeno didn’t know much about this Jisung guy, and although he was taller than Jeno, he looked like he was two seconds away from running in the other direction, crying. He almost said no, but in the end, he remembered that he was not in a position to be demanding, so he ended up accepting, and Jisung gave him Chenle’s number. He texted Chenle that same day, and weirdly enough, they just clicked; there was something about him, a confidence you could notice even through texts. They planned for Chenle to come the following Saturday to see the apartment.
He wasn’t sure what to expect of Chenle, but what he found that day surely wasn’t it. Chenle had arrived wearing a pink crop sweater, the same shade of pink as his hair. The sleeves were too long on him, so he had to push them up constantly. He wore low-rise jeans that showed his small waist and his defined abdomen. He introduced himself with the same confidence and carefree energy just like in his messages and came into the apartment as if he owned the place. Jeno tried really hard to focus on whatever he was telling Chenle about the rent, groceries, storage, and other roommate technicalities. When Chenle saw his potential new room, he let out a pleased noise. Apparently, the place he had been living in was much smaller and had some holes in the walls that let cockroaches and other bugs get inside the room.
He mentioned how this had damaged some of his wigs, but Jeno thought he must have heard him wrong and didn’t pay much attention to it. In theory, Jeno was the one making the calls, but as Chenle turned around and his sparkly, round brown eyes looked at him, it didn’t feel like that was the case. The younger boy had tilted his head slightly to the left, and with his pinkish glossy lips, asked him, “ Is it okay if I move on Monday?”. What was Jeno supposed to say to that? No?
It wasn’t a difficult decision, though, out of all the people he and Mark had interviewed for the spare room, Chenle had been the only one who didn’t make Jeno cringe or want to peel his skin off. They signed the contract (courtesy of his pre-law friend Jaemin), and Chenle moved to the apartment two days later.
Jeno snaps back into the present when he hears Chenle throwing the now-empty yogurt cup in the trash can. The younger boy turns around and offers a smile. He has never thought about another man as something cute or pretty, but in his mind, those are perfect adjectives to describe Chenle. This one stops right in front of him once again. This time, he reaches out and places a warm hand around one of his biceps. Jeno notices how small his hand looks compared to it, and also how his nails are bare for once. Chenle usually wears something soft or sparkly. “Don’t stress yourself too much, Jen, I’m sure you’re doing great in your classes.” He offers, giving the muscle a short but strong squeeze. Chenle does this a lot, subtly touching his arms, that’s it. Specially when Jeno is back from the gym or when he’s wearing a sleeveless tank top, just like right now.
He’s always been respectful, and he usually does it when he wants to offer some type of support, but quite honestly, Jeno doesn’t mind; Chenle would be touching him just for the sake of it, and he wouldn’t complain. He decides to leave that to unpack another day and instead replies, “Thank you, I’m sorry about your stockings.”
“Don’t even worry about it,” he waves his hand, “I’ll see you around, okay?” Chenle finishes and pulls back his hand, and returns to his room.
Jeno stays there for a few more minutes, still feeling that burning sensation in his skin where Chenle touched him. “I need to get laid, soon.” It’s what he tells himself in his head. Recently, things have been taking a turn, and he’s afraid he may be driving full speed to a point of no return. Both he and Chenle are very reserved, though, in the few months they’ve lived together, they haven’t brought anyone home. At first, he thought that Chenle had been hesitant about that, maybe he was shy or something, but after a few months, he noticed that things didn’t change; truthfully, he didn’t mind if the younger boy did; Mark and he had a rule of just letting the other one know if they were going to bring someone home just to avoid any type of embarrassing scenes. In the end, he was too embarrassed to bring this up to Chenle, and instead, he also stopped bringing girls back to the apartment.
Now, he is almost glad it had never happened, because he doesn’t know if he could continue living a clueless life knowing how Chenle sounds when he’s being intimate with someone.
He heads back to his room and decides that the best way to spend the day is by being productive. Tuesday is by far his most chill day, he doesn’t have classes. Just an open tutoring session with the professor, helping him with his research proposal. However, the man has been sick the whole week, and I just sent him some journal articles to look into while he was gone. He sits at his desk and opens his computer, trying to do just that.
He stays like that for about three hours before he feels like his brain has been fried. He closes his eyes and can only see the Times New Roman font dancing behind his eyelids. Deciding to call it a day, he grabs his phone and spends a good half an hour just scrolling through all his social media accounts. After a while, he remembers he still has one last chore to do before he can feel like he was really productive. From his chair, he looks at the pile of clothes lying on his bed, waiting to be folded, and sighs. It’s been over a week since he has been postponing it, and now he doesn’t have an excuse anymore.
He grabs his AirPods and plays some music while he starts the tedious process of straightening and folding. After a while, when he’s almost done with the task, he sees among all his back and white sweaters something pink peaking out, he stares at it for a few seconds, hoping that it will vanish in front of his eyes, confirming that he is imagining things. When it doesn’t go away after a while, he finally gathers the courage to reach out and grab it. He pulls the pink offense from underneath his clothes with shaky fingers.
There, in between his fingers, is one of Chenle’s pink lace stockings. Jeno holds his breath as he runs his thumb across the soft fabric. The material is delicate, yet it feels resistant. The lace band is pretty, and some small and intricate bows and heart designs decorate it. He moves the rest of his clothes around, not caring that he’s undoing his previous job. He then finds the missing one and holds them side by side in front of his face. He gulps hard, imagining how something so small and tight-looking can fit Chenle’s long legs.
He imagines his white, unmarked legs covered in lace, just like a present waiting to be unwrapped. This picture takes him back to the first time he had seen Chenle in one of his cosplay costumes.
It had been around two months since Chenle had moved into the apartment. Thankfully, things had been going smoothly for them, the transition wasn’t as bad as Jeno may have anticipated, all thanks to his overthinking tendencies. By this point, they had acquired some type of routine; they knew most of each other's schedules, so they didn’t crash when getting ready in the mornings or when someone wanted to use the kitchen or watch something in the living room. Overall, it was perfect. When Mark called, he asked him about his new roomie, he had to lie and tell his friend that he still was his number one roommate. That title had been passed to Chenle when the other prepared some fancy tiramisu cake for him and Jeno, but Mark didn’t have to know that.
It was a random afternoon, and he was back home after one of his afternoon classes got cancelled, something about the professor’s wife going into labor. God bless the gift of life because that meant Jeno could go home and play some rounds of Elden Ring while eating nachos. However, when he stepped into the apartment, after leaving his coat on the hanger, and took off his shoes, heading straight to the kitchen to grab his nachos, he came to a complete stop. He stared at the sight in front of him in utter shock. He looked around, making sure that this was indeed his apartment and that his keys didn’t miraculously work, letting him into the wrong one.
He turned to his left, and just like always, he found the crooked yellow vase he had made in that one pottery class Mark insisted they attend last year. Everything in the apartment was the same as that morning when he left; what wasn’t the same was the girl standing inside his kitchen, she was wearing what seemed to be a white tutu dress. It was strapless, tight around her torso, and then poofy at the bottom. It looked like one of those skirts with a lot of layers; hers had a combination of white and pink (Jeno only knew this because he grew up with younger sisters). Her legs wore some white thigh highs, and on her feet some pink pointe shoes.
Why the hell was a ballerina inside their apartment?
Jeno stood there trying to comprehend what was going on, then suddenly the girl finally turned around. On top of her short orange hair? She wore a tiny gold tiara, her ears covered with some white feathers. Maybe that explained why she didn’t hear him coming inside. Jeno was extremely confused.
When the girl made eye contact with him, she didn’t look that surprised. In fact, she smiled at him, “Hey, you’re home early.” Her voice was familiar too, her face was adorned with long lashes that he knows are most definitely fake, because lashes don’t grow that long, even he knows that. Her eyes sparkled every time she blinked, and her cheeks and lips looked pink. “Jeno, do you hear me?”. The girl asked again when Jeno didn’t reply.
Wait a minute, if she is inside his house and knows his name, does that mean she is somehow related to Chenle? Is that his girlfriend? At least that was the only explanation that his brain had come up with.
“Seriously, what’s wrong with you?” she exasperatedly asked. Jeno finally realized he had been acting like an idiot and said, “Sorry, I was just surprised to see you here. Chenle didn’t mention we would be having visitors,” he explained. The girl looked at him like he didn't make any sense, “Where is he, by the way? I’m sorry, I don’t know your name, and you apparently know mine, but I’ve never heard of you before… wait, don’t take it the wrong way, I’m sure it just passed Chenle’s mind.” Jeno was blabbering, not even letting the girl respond to his first question.
“Jeno, what are you talking about?” she questioned, after he finally let her get a word out.
“Chenle, your boyfriend… I mean, he’s your boyfriend, right? Is that why you are here…?”
But before he could continue with his word vomit, the girl bent down in laughter, her loud screeches didn’t sound very feminine, but who is he to judge? “You… you think…” She couldn’t finish her sentence amid her giggles, “Jeno, it’s me… I’m Chenle,” she managed to say at last.
Wait, what… there’s no way he heard her right. He must have said it out loud, because she chuckled, “Jeno, it's really me, Chenle, this is just my Princess Tutu cosplay.”
“Chenle, are fucking with me right now?”
“What, no! Of course not, I’d take my wig off to show you, but putting it on is a pain in the ass and I need to leave for my convention in less than an hour.” Chenle? Explained. And when Jeno looked carefully at her, he could actually distinguish Chenle’s cat-like eyes, beneath the long lashes, as well as the tiny freckle he had on his left cheek. Jeno gasped in surprise, “Chenle?”
The younger man giggled, “Yes, Jeno, it’s me, I just told you that, silly.” Jeno looked at him in bewilderment, “But how, why?”
“Haven’t I told you that I do cosplays for fun?”
“What the fuck? No, you haven’t told me.” Jeno accused, and Chenle at least had the decency to look embarrassed, “Oh, sorry, I thought I’d told you- I guess it slipped my mind.” He explained.
Jeno could just look at him because Chenle looked so good; he looked so elegant and pretty. The younger male took his silence as something else, “Are you… You are not weirded out, are you?” he stumbled over his words, “I know some people might think that it’s weird for a man to cosplay as girls, I’m sorry I should’ve said something before moving in, I just really liked the apartment and you, so I just kept pushing it back.” Chenled looked nervous, he couldn’t look Jeno in the eye.
This made Jeno snap out of whatever weird trance Chenle had put him in, “What? No, Chenle, of course not, I don’t think it’s weird, I think you look very pretty. It suits you.” He smiled.
He had seen Chenle’s body visibly relaxed, “For real?” He asked, and Jeno nodded in response. Chenle sighed in relief, “Thank you, I wish I could stay longer, but I need to head to the venue…” Chenle apologized.
Jeno waved a hand, “Don’t worry, have fun, you can tell me more later.” Chenle offered him a smile and returned to his room.
That had been four months ago, and by now, Jeno had seen Chenle wear all types of costumes, from super popular ones like Sailor Moon ( that one he knew) to ones he had to look up because he had never heard of them before. He will never admit it, but after knowing what his roommate did for fun, he started getting interested in the anime and cosplay world. If he binge-watched Madoka Magica after seeing Chenle dressed in a tight black corset dress with matching black and white thigh highs, long straight black hair falling over his back and resting on the curve of his ass, that’s no one else's business but his.
Still, finding Chenle’s stockings mixed up with his clothes has just opened an unknown territory. He debates for a second on what to do, Chenle is gone for his convention, and knowing him, he won’t be back until later in the day. Before he knows what he’s doing, Jeno heads to his closet, where he opens one of his drawers, and without thinking much, he puts the pair of stockings inside it, gently folding them in neat squares so they won’t get wrinkly. He tells himself that is just for today, that he’s putting them in a secure place where they won’t get lost again. That as soon as Chenle is back, he will return them to their rightful owner. He won’t keep them; that’s not what this is about. He’s just fulfilling his duty as a good roommate.
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The thing about going out with Jaemin is that you never know what you’re going to get yourself into. You can walk into a frat party filled with 6-foot-tall men who try to drink their weight in alcohol. Or he can bring you to a tea party hosted by the old lady whom he befriended during one of his grocery runs. At this point, he has learned not to question his best friend’s decisions. Today’s party is more like the first one. Some random guy in one of his classes is a friend of a friend of someone who is hosting a party to celebrate the end of midterms. Jeno would usually skip these, but it had been a while since he last got drunk and hooked up with anyone. And if these spoiled rich kids were willing to throw their money buying drinks for a modest group of at least 40 people, who is Jeno to reject free alcohol?
He and Jaemin had arrived about half an hour ago, his best friend already finding someone to sink his teeth into, leaving Jeno all by himself. He tries to mingle and look as comfortable as he can, considering that he doesn’t know any of these people or who is even hosting the party. Their interior design is immaculate, though, that’s something Jeno can appreciate.
He heads to the kitchen, trying to find the least crowded place, when he finds a round head with blonde hair. Maybe it says a lot about him that he can recognize Chenle just by the back of his head, but Jeno doesn’t dig too much into that. He mutters a quick “Chenle?” causing the younger boy to jump in his spot, turning around and looking at Jeno like a deer caught in headlights. “Jesus, Jeno, what the fuck?” Chenle squeaks.
Jeno laughs a little at the other, completely cutting it off when he sees Chenle’s angry cat look, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I was just surprised to see you here.” Jeno shrugs, surprised is an understatement, he and Chenle have never coincided outside of their apartment. This is a big development. “What are you doing here?” Chenle accuses, instead, arching a brow.
“I came here with my friend, Jaemin…” Jeno explains, "What about you? I didn’t think you were the frat parties type of guy.”
“And, I’m not… I just came here because my friend Jisung is trying to fuck one of those frat guys.” The disgust is evident in Chenle’s tone, causing Jeno to laugh a little, and this time Chenle smiles too, probably enjoying the gossip about his friend’s sex life.
Jeno walks until he’s standing next to Chenle, both of them leaning against the kitchen counter. Beer cup all forgotten in his hand. He looks down at Chenle and for a moment he forgets how to breathe, he’s not that much taller than the other, but from this angle, Chenle has to look up at him, making his sparkly eyes look even bigger. Jeno also looks at their arms resting side by side, his bicep being almost twice as big as Chenle’s. He looks so fragile and dainty under the shitty yellow light of this stranger’s house. Jeno wonders if he’s allowed to perceive Chenle like this, if he’s supposed to want to protect the other, even if he knows Chenle is very capable.
He thinks he’s seeing things, but for a second, he swears Chenle’s eyes have dropped and have been looking at his lips, but it’s too sudden, and then it’s gone. Chenle looks up again, this time connecting his gaze with Jeno’s expectant eyes.
He opens his mouth, but he’s suddenly interrupted by a loud voice, “JEN, here you are… I’ve been looking for you for like five minutes, I thought you’d left without me.” Jaemin whines, effectively cutting the tension that had settled in the room.
Jeno and Chenle snap their heads in Jaemin’s direction, and Jeno winces once he sees his best friend's appearance. At least one of the two had some fun tonight. Jaemin looks between him and Chenle, and raises an eyebrow. Jeno suddenly becomes aware of their proximity and takes a step to the side, putting some distance between the two of them.
“And who is this one, Jen? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” Jaemin continues, dropping his tone, as he does when he wants something or someone. Chenle only arches an eyebrow at Jaemin, and Jeno, on his part, feels sick; for some reason, he doesn’t like the way Jaemin is looking at Chenle.
“Mmm—Jaemin, this is Chenle, my roommate,” Jeno starts, “and Chenle, this is Jaemin, my best friend.” He reluctantly introduces them.
Chenle relaxes a bit and offers Jaemin a short greeting, “Nice to meet you.”
“Oh, trust me, the pleasure is all mine,” Jaemin whispers, a wicked smile covering his face.
Chenle looks completely unfazed by Jaemin’s obnoxious behavior and straightens up. “Well, I better go and see if Jisung finally got into Donghyuck’s pants…” He turns towards Jeno. “It was good to see you, Jeno…” Chenle smiles, then addresses Jaemin. “And it was to meet you, Jaemin.” He finishes before he leaves the room.
They both watch until Chenle’s back gets lost among the crowd. Jaemin lets out a low whistle, “damn, Jen, why didn’t you tell me your roomate was this cute? You should’ve introduced us ages ago.”
Once again, Jeno feels that heavy weight in his stomach. The truth is, he purposely kept Jaemin away from Chenle, he loves his bestfriend, but Jaemin is kind of like whore, ( affectionally ) and just thinking about him and Chenle hooking up, made Jeno want to peel his skin off with burning knife. He can’t say any of that, though, so he makes up an excuse, “I don’t know, I guess it slipped my mind.” He shrugs.
Jaemin hums, looking at him weirdly, “Better late than never. Is he single, though?” His friend asks.
“I don’t know, we aren’t that close,” He lies.
He doesn’t see Chenle for the rest of the night, he spends most of the time dodging Jaemin’s attempts to get more information about Chenle. He doesn’t get it, this sudden sense of possessiveness and overprotection, it’s not that he’s afraid that Jaemin will break Chenle’s heart, it’s something more than that, it’s the selfishness of not wanting anyone (specially not his friend) to touch and have Chenle like that - Jeno thinks he’s not allowed to have or to want what has plagued his mind for months, not because he’s homophobic, it’s just because it’s too late for him, at least that what he tells himself.
Having an identity and sexuality crisis at the age of 25 is pathetic, he’s half fifty for god’s sake, if he were gay or at least bisexual, he should’ve known by now, right? Besides, it’s not like Chenle is interested in him in any other way but purely friendly. Even if Jeno lets himself act on those desires, he may encounter a direct rejection.
He’s relieved once they part ways, and Jaemin takes an Uber, heading home. Jeno, on his part, walks back, trying to clear and make sense of some things in his head. He gets to the apartment at about 1 AM and doesn’t see any signs of Chenle, so he must have stayed longer at the party.
When he wakes up a few hours later, it’s to the sound of the banging pans in the kitchen, he swears he hears a hissed curse and some more clatter. Realizing that he won’t get any more sleep, he exits his room and walks to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and washes his face. Once he’s done, he pads to the kitchen where he finds a very stressed Chenle looking around the kitchen, glaring at their spice rack like they offended him.
“Good morning, Chenle. Did something upset you this morning?” Jeno asks calmly.
Chenle barely acknowledges his presence, and goes back to move things around, “I’ve been trying to find the nutmeg for hours, and haven’t found it… have you seen it some…” Chenle says, turning around to face him, his voice coming to a sudden stop once he finally looks at him.
Jeno frowns and notices that Chenle is not looking him in the eyes, but at his bare chest. Right, Jeno usually sleeps without a shirt, and due to his sudden awakening, he didn’t remember to put one on. He feels his face becoming hot the longer Chenle stares at him, he coughs, and the younger male snaps out of his staring contest with Jeno’s abs and turns his head around. Jeno can see the pretty pink adorning the other’s ears.
He remembers what caused Chenle’s distress and offers to help, “I think I saw what you’re looking for in the top cabinet, let me grab it for you.” There’s not much of a height difference between them, but being able to help Chenle in small tasks like this one makes him feel good, that he can be useful for the blonde man, that Jeno can take care of him.
He finds what Chenle was looking for and hands it to him. The latter mutters a quick thank you and starts putting some more ingredients in a bowl.
“I assume you are not hungover if you’re cooking an elaborate dish at ten in the morning…”
Chenle snorts, “That’s exactly why I’m cooking, these eggnog pancakes are going to cure me of any future hangovers, you’ll see…”
“What time did you come back last night?” Jeno asks, “I didn’t see you when I left.”
“I left around 1, I had to stop Jisung from embarrassing himself in front of the frat guy, so I spent most of the time babysitting.”
“I see..”
“That friend of yours, Jaemin, is his name, right? He’s very peculiar…” Chenle hums, pouring some white milk into the mix, “I guess I didn’t think you would get along with someone so different.”
Suddenly, Jeno feels a bitter taste in his mouth. “Jaemin may come out as being too strong, but he’s genuinely a great person; we have been friends for years.” He explains reluctantly, he would rather talk about something else.
“Is he always like that?”
“Like what?” Jeno wonders. Chenle shrugs, “You know, direct… I felt like he was two seconds away from propositioning me for a blow job in the bathroom.”
Jeno chokes on his spit at the sound of Chenle’s words. He grips the counter and caresses his chest to stop the burning sensation, “What? I didn’t…I didn’t realize that happened.”
“If you’re not used to it, you will miss it, but among gays… the signs are very obvious.” Chenle shrugs, “You don’t need to worry, though, he’s not really my type.”
Jeno knows he’s going to regret it, but he still asks, “And what’s your type?” his voice barely over a whisper.
Chenle looks at him straight in the eye, “You know, shy, a little bit clumsy, oblivious…”
Jeno gulps hard, “It’s that what you like?”
“Yeah, it makes it even more fun when they’re not confident, but still take what they want, and own it.” Chenle finishes, biting his lower lip, and dropping his gaze back on the bowl. Ending the conversation, and Jeno’s last thread of sanity.
Jeno looks at the other male for a few seconds in silence, his brain screaming at him to get the fucking clues, but Jeno refuses and mutters an empty excuse about needing to clean his room. Chenle knows that he’s running away, but he’s still gracious; he lets Jeno have his way.
He should’ve known that sooner or later the pieces would fall into place and that this chasing game they’ve been playing would come to an end, he wasn’t even sure who was doing the chasing in the first place, but it doesn’t matter because at some point it seemed like they started to run towards each other instead.
Jeno didn’t think that it would come in the form of his forgotten Zinc Oxide Tape; he needed it for his last exam of the semester; they were supposed to be testing it on some mannequins for skin and soft tissue injuries. He had left in the morning in a rush and had forgotten them at home, he panicked when he realized this. Thankfully, he had two hours before the exam, but he had another class that he couldn’t miss, so he couldn’t go back to the apartment to look for them, and buying a new one was out of the question.
So he did the only thing he could think of: he texted Chenle in the middle of his class, praying that his roommate would be willing to help him. He knew that Chenle would agree, it was more if he had the free time to do it.
When Chenle texted him back, letting Jeno know that he would do it, Jeno felt his soul returning to his body. He told Chenle to go into his room and look inside his closet, in the second drawer from the left. At that time, he had been so anxious that he didn’t even realize the implications of Chenle looking among his clothes.
Chenle had been waiting for Jeno outside his classroom with his tape in one hand and a strangely calm expression on his face. He had looked Jeno in the eye, almost waiting for Jeno to say something more than a thank you. At the end, he just shook his head and wished Jeno good luck on his exam.
He had nailed it; the professor was highly impressed by his skills, and Jeno gloated in the academic validation. He walked home in a daze, planning a way to thank Chenle for having helped him. That had been before he opened the door, entered their living room, and found Chenle sitting casually on their couch. One leg over the other, lazily swinging his feet back and forward. It had been a perfectly normal sight, if not for the fact that Chenle was only wearing one of Jeno’s black shirts, which looked extremely big on him, and he couldn’t see any pants, but Chenle’s pants are all so ridiculously short that maybe they’re hidden under his shirt.
If the sight of Chenle in nothing but his clothes wasn’t already so damn sickening, Jeno stops breathing when he notices the pink lace stockings covering his white thighs. The same stockings, he had in his drawer. His drawer, the tape, the exam, Chenle, the text, Chenle in his room. All the words fall into his brain like Tetris pieces.
Jeno feels sick.
“How was your exam, Jeno?”
Chenle’s tone doesn’t let anything slip, he’s doing it on purpose, trying to drive Jeno insane, that’s it. “I did well, the teacher congratulated me.” He gulps.
Chenle smiles, genuinely satisfied, “That’s great, I’m glad I could help too.”
Apparently, he doesn’t plan to address the elephant in the room, so Jeno decides to take the first step, “y-you’re wearing my shirt.” He whispers and mentally kicks himself, he’s so pathetic when it comes to Chenle.
“Oh, this?” Chenle looks down, hands softly caressing the fabric, “yeah, I hope you don’t mind… I thought that’s what we’re doing now, you know- sharing clothes,” Chenle looks at Jeno straight in the eye, “seeing that you kept my stockings, I figured it would be only fair if I kept something of yours.” He shrugs and finally stands up.
Jeno forgets how to breathe once he sees how his shirt lies against Chenle’s soft legs, the black and white contrast making him feel dizzy. There is a small gap of uncovered skin between the hem of his shirt and the pink stockings, a perfect gap for Jeno to wrap his hands on, or bite.
Jeno snaps, and finally looks at Chenle, the latter standing much closer now, “it’s not what it looks like,” he tries to explain, “I found them tangled with my laundry one day, and I just put them in my clothes so they wouldn’t get lost again- I was going to give them back.”
Chenle cocks an eyebrow, “It’s that so?” He whispers, taking another step and closing the distance between them, and he puts one of his hands on Jeno’s lower stomach. He sees the soft-purple nail polish and tenses his abs, “You know, I don’t mind you keeping them. Do you like them?” Chenle asks, warm breath against Jeno’s face.
Jeno soaks in everything Chenle is offering right now, and admits, “Yeah, I like them, they’re very pretty.”
Chenle hums, satisfied, “They are… did you wear them?” Chenle asks, an intense look in his eyes, Jeno shakes his head, “No, I didn’t, I like them on you, they look good on you.” Well, it looks like all the truths are coming out.
Jeno hears Chenle’s soft gasp, maybe he wasn’t expecting Jeno to be honest with him for a change. They stay like that for a few seconds. “Do you think about me wearing them?” When Jeno nods, the younger continues, “Do you think about taking them off me?” lower this time.
Another nod
“Do you think about how nice they would look wrapped around your waist while you fuck me?” Chenle taunts, left hand reaching and grabbing a handful of Jeno’s black hair, pulling their faces closer. Any type of doubts or self-restraint he had just left the room once he found Chenle in his clothes. “Fuck, yes, Chenle, they would look so good.”
He sees Chenle’s plump lips curving up, “Are you going to do it? Are you finally going to take what you want, baby?”. His sultry tone crashed against Jeno’s mouth. Jeno opens his lips, hoping to catch the words between his teeth, swallow them so they stay inside his body forever.
The moment their lips crash in a messy kiss, Jeno can feel all the pent-up tension accumulated in his body for the last seven months, just melt into a puddle of goo at his feet. Trapping him in place, with nowhere to run, but just standing there and letting Chenle control their kiss. The hand on his hair pulls hard on the strands, making him groan lowly in pain and pleasure.
Kissing Chenle is like nothing he has done before, not for the fact that he’s a boy, because quite frankly, his pillowy lips and the cherry lip gloss are things Jeno has experienced with girls before. It’s completely mind-altering because it’s Chenle, and he is a totally different case, making Jeno feel some type of way that he has never felt before.
After a few seconds, he realizes that he has been standing there making a fool of himself, letting Chenle do all the work, and that’s not what the other deserves, Chenle wants a man that can take what he wants, and what Jeno wants right now is Chenle, he wants to devour him whole.
Jeno grips the other’s waist and pulls Chenle’s body even closer to him, hoping that their bodies can become one. Chenle moans in his mouth, and Jeno, in his newfound confidence, bites his lower lip, inviting him to open his mouth. He wastes no time once he has been granted access and slides his tongue inside Chenle’s wet and warm mouth.
He takes his time, mapping with his tongue the sides, the back, every pointy end of his teeth; he tries to claim every corner of Chenle’s insides. It’s kind of gross, he can feel spit dripping down his and Chenle’s chin, but none of them seem to care, too engrossed in their exchange. Chenle’s hands get tired of being stretched out, so he puts them down, creeping into Jeno’s hoodie instead. He makes an appreciative noise once he feels Jeno’s abs against his fingertips, blunt nails, stretching teasingly the skin. His fingers dip a little further following Jeno’s happy trail, and that’s when Jeno’s brain halts; he breaks the kiss suddenly, gasping for air, and looks at Chenle’s disheveled appearance.
“Chenle, wait… we should talk.” He tries, but Chenle doesn’t seem to want to stop. He attaches himself to Jeno’s throat, leaving open-mouth kisses, “We can talk later, Jen. We have all the time in the world to talk, we should use this time to do something more fun and productive.”
Chenle dares to pout at him, and Jeno feels his reasoning leaving his body, “but-“ he tries again.
“Jeno, I swear to God, I’ve been waiting for you fuck me for the longest time, if you don’t do it right now. I’m going to combust. And don’t act like you aren’t as desperate as me. You think I don’t see you staring at my ass every time you can.” Chenle interrupts, and well, there’s nothing he can say in response to that.
So he stops fighting it and hoists Chenle up, the latter catches on what he’s trying to do, and wraps his legs around his waist, smiling mischievously at him, like he just won the biggest prize, and maybe he did, and when Jeno holds Chenle’s asscheeks on each of his hands, he can’t help but think that he may be biggest winner after all.
Jeno starts heading towards his room, a very difficult task with the distraction of Chenle’s kisses and bites along his jaw, but he manages. However, as they are crossing his doorframe, Chenle stops, “We should probably go to my room, I bet you don’t have any lube in yours Jeno, and as much I don’t mind the stretch, I’ve seen what you’re packing, so you will need open me up first.”
Jesus
Has Chenle always been this bold and unapologetic? He spits these things as if he were talking about something mundane like the weather. Still, he’s right, and Jeno wants to make this good for him, so he exits his room, aiming for Chenle’s instead.
Once inside, he doesn’t get to look around much and just goes straight for the bed. He lays Chenle gently onto his back, and takes a deep breath, rejoicing in the picture that is Chenle under him, wearing nothing but a shirt and stockings, mouth red and bitten, cheeks and ears the same shade of pink as the lace. Jeno crawls on the bed until he’s sitting on his knees in between Chenle’s open legs. The aforementioned opens them even wider, and Jeno’s shirt rides up, showing what Chenle had been hiding under there, the whole time.
“Fucking hell, Chenle, you are going to kill me,” Jeno says, voice strained, he looks at the boy under him, Chenle looks extremely proud of himself.
“I thought you would like the surprise, they match my stockings”. Chenle whispers, pale hand reaching down and teasing the waistband of his pink lace panties. Jeno doesn’t know what he did in his previous life to deserve all of this, but he might as well enjoy it before he wakes up from this dream.
Without hesitation, he dives and brushes his nose against Chenle’s heat. He lets out a guttural noise when he catches Chenle’s sweet aroma. Jeno always wondered if the younger would smell so good down here as he does in every other part of his body, and he’s so happy that he was right. Chenle's sweetness is so strong that he can feel it on his tongue, even with the barrier of the panties between them. He’s making a mess of them, he hopes Chenle is not too fond of them because they are completely soaked, in a combination of his spit and Chenle’s precum.
After a while, he registers Chenle’s loud whines and moans, and he has a hand back on Jeno’s hair, pushing him deeper between his legs.
He lifts his head and leaves a teasing bite on Chenle’s hipbone, enjoying the way the other rolls his eyes back. “Where is your lube, Chenle?” he asks, voice unrecognizable with pleasure. Chenle opens his eyes and points to his bedside table. For once, he’s glad that they live in such a tiny place, so he doesn’t need to leave his place to reach for the lube. He just stretches until he can open and dig inside the drawer.
“There are condoms there too.” Chenle mumbles, mouth open cutely, while he caresses Jeno’s bicep. He looks around until he finds what he needs and tosses it next to Chenle. This one makes a move to pull the shirt off, but Jeno interrupts him. “No, keep it, please.” He pleads, shily.
Chenle smiles at him knowingly, “I knew you were the possessive type,” he jokes, “you want our first time to be with me wearing your clothes… you’re so cute baby.” Chenle laughs and plants a quick peck on his lips.
Even if Jeno wants him to keep his shirt, he still wants to see as much of Chenle as he can, so he slides the shirt up until he can see Chenle’s pink nipples. His chest was blushing like the prettiest beach sunset Jeno has ever seen. He leans down and starts pressing kisses along the skin, hearing how Chenle’s shallow breaths become more urgent when he inches closer to his nipples. Jeno doesn’t let him wait much longer, and with an urgency he hasn’t experienced before, he puts one of the sensitive buds in his mouth, he savours it, brushing his tongue flat against it, and then using his teeth to pull and release. He moves to the untouched nipple and offers the same treatment until both of them are red and swollen, shiny with his spit.
“Jeno, baby, come on, I need you to open me.” Chenle pleads.
“I got you, sweetheart, don’t worry,” Jeno replies, and sees how Chenle’s apple cheeks turn even redder.
Jeno pulls his own hoodie off, it was getting too hot inside his clothes. He throws it carelessly behind him and hooks his thumbs inside Chenle’s panties, pulling them down his legs in a quick motion. Of course, Chenle would be clean and trim, but still, Jeno can see a faint trail of hair around the base of his dick. He’s not that much smaller than Jeno, but he’s considerably less thick.
Jeno sees Chenle’s pink rim, waiting for him to fill him up, and suddenly he starts feeling nervous once again, “H-how do I do it? I’ve never done this… with a guy, I mean. I’m not a total virgin.” He blabbers, and Chenle laughs at him; it’s not mocking, it’s more endearment. “I know, baby, don’t worry, just pour some lube on your fingers, maybe two to start, and just push them inside, it’s nothing more than that, I’ll tell you what feels good, you just have to keep moving around looking and feeling for my prostate. Once you find it, you will know, trust me.” Chenle finishes with a wink.
So that’s what he does, for the next ten minutes, with an exaggerated concentration, he pours the lube onto his index and middle finger, and with shaking hands, he manages to enter Chenle. The latter is very patient with him, encouraging him when he feels that Jeno might feel anxious. After some time, he starts to get the hang of it, and he starts thrusting his fingers in and out, while simultaneously looking for Chenle’s prostate. He knows he must be doing a decent job because Chenle starts moaning consistently, and they’re getting louder. His hips seeking more, pushing his fingers deeper. In between whines, Chenle asks for a third finger, so he does, he pours more lube and thrusts a new one, scissoring them, until Chenle’s hole feel so much more stretched.
Just as Chenle had predicted, when Jeno finally finds his prostate, he knows thanks to the loud fuckkkkk that Chenle moans, his eyes rolling back and his knuckles going white from how hard he’s been gripping the sheets.
“Jen, baby, I need your cock, I want to come with you inside me.”
Jeno curses under his breath, “fuck, lele…” he frantically looks for the discared condom. He takes off his pants and underwear in less than 20 seconds. He opens the soil package, but Chenle interrupts him. “Wait… we could do it without the condom, I’m clean, I just got tested last month…” He blinks lazily at Jeno.
“Me too, I did it recently…”
“Perfect, then we don’t need it, come on. I trust you.”
And if that doesn’t make Jeno’s dick twich, Chenle looks out of this world, and now he’s asking Jeno to fuck him raw.
He spreads the lube all over his dick, wincing because of how cold it is. He’s so hard, he’s kind of worried he’s going to come as soon as he puts it in, and then he will probably have to leave the apartment, the city, the country, because he won’t be able to look Chenle in the face again.
He holds Chenle’s hip with one hand, keeping him in place so he can thrust in more easily. His other hand pumps his dick twice before he guides it towards Chenle’s awaiting hole. He breathes in deeply when the tip finally makes contact with it.
Even if he fingered Chenle, there is still some restraint left, so Jeno pushes his hips forward in a quick move until he’s inside him completely. From above he can hear Chenle’s surprised gasp, “fuck, Jeno, you’re so big. Give me a second, baby.” Chenle groans, legs wrapping themselves over Jeno’s waist.
It takes Jeno everything to stay still, but he wants to be good for Chenle. “Of course, sweetheart, let me know once you’re ready.” It comes out strained.
He sees Chenle biting his lips and shifting around, causing Jeno’s cock to get even deeper if that was physically possible. They both groan in unison. After a few seconds, Chenle grabs Jeno’s arms, urging him to move, “Come on, big baby, you can move, you can fuck me now.” He tightened his legs around him, and he was right, the sight of his toned legs, covered in lace, wrapped around him, it’s maddening.
He starts thrusting his hips in an unforgiving pace, all the sexual tension and frustration that he has been carrying since Chenle moved here are all coming out in the form of grunts and loud noises. The sound of their skins slapping against each other’s is straight up filthy; he would be ashamed that someone might hear them, if he wasn’t so engrossed in the moment and Chenle.
The latter moves a hand and grabs Jeno’s jaw, pulling his face closer so they can connect their mouths in a kiss. This one is a lot more gentle and with more finesse than the last one. Their tongues tangled in a slow dance that pulled the strings of Jeno’s heart. Chenle’s gentle fingers brushed against his cheek.
A complete contrast to Jeno’s urgent and erratic thrusts. It’s like Chenle is telling him that it's okay to take things slow, not to hurry, that they have all the time in the world.
The reassurance helps ease his nerves, and he slows his pace, focusing more on doing long, deep thrusts, hoping to find that place that made Chenle feel good earlier.
He breaks the kiss and attaches his mouth to Chenle’s neck, biting along the unmarked skin and enjoying the visible traces that he leaves behind. In a matter of seconds, he’s hitting Chenle’s prostate with precision.
“Just like that, Jen, you’re doing so good. Always knew you would fuck me so well.”
Jeno moans at Chenle's praises, he feels himself getting close to the edge, but he wants to make sure that Chenle comes first, “Are you close, Chenle? Fuck I’m so close.”
“Yes, baby, I’m close too,” Chenle mutters, right hand coming to wrap around himself. Jeno stares in a trance as Chenle jerks off, and then he replaces Chenle's hand with his own. This is something he had done before; he knows what feels good on himself, so he hopes it will make Chenle feel good too.
He grips it hard, then releases and follows with a brush of his thumb along the red tip. He repeats this process a few times, and then Chenle is coming all over his hand in a silent scream. Pretty mouth opened wide, and his brown eyes rolled to the back of his head. Jeno follows suit not long after, overstimulated by the heat and tightness of Chenle around his dick. The picture the other created when he came, just enough to make him come the hardest he has ever done before.
He collapses against Chenle’s body, his come smearing all over their bare stomachs. Chenle only grumps softly, but doesn’t complain, letting Jeno recover. Soft hands caressing his back and short hairs on the back of his neck. They stay like that for a while, just breathing into each other and enjoying the post-orgasm bliss. Chenle is the one to break their peaceful silence, “As much as I love cuddling after sex, we need to get clean, baby, it’s getting uncomfortable.”
Jeno grunts in agreement, “Give me just a second.”
Chenle laughs softly against his ear, and Jeno has no choice but to pull away from the comfort of Chenle’s neck to press a soft peck on his lips. He starts feeling sticky and gross, so he gets off the bed and looks around for something to clean them up with. “There are makeup remover wipes on that vanity, we can use those.” Chenle offers, eyes slowly closing.
Jeno finds the wipes, and comes back to bed, he cleans Chenle first, taking his time whipping off the come on his stomach. When he starts cleaning the remaining lube and his come off Chenle’s rim, he can’t help but feel kind of embarrassed and turned on at the sight of the mess he made of Chenle.
He makes a quicker job of cleaning himself and puts his underwear back on. And as much as he loves seeing Chenle in his clothes, the shirt is covered in sweat, spit and probably come, so the younger ends up taking it off too. When he starts reaching down to take off his stockings, Jeno stops him.
He takes each leg in his hands and gently slides them off, enjoying the pale skin that greets him the more he pulls the fabric down. He was right all those months ago. It truly felt like unwrapping a gift.
For a silent mutual agreement, Jeno stays and gets under the covers with Chenle. Mess of blonde hair lying on top of his chest, and curious fingers tracing patterns on his stomach. He feels so comfortable and sleepy that he almost misses Chenle’s soft words, “You know, I never thought I’d get to have you like this. I noticed the way you looked at me, but I thought that maybe I was projecting, that you didn’t feel or want me that way.”
Jeno winces at the sincerity in Chenle’s tone. He has been such a coward this whole time. If it hadn’t been for Chenle, they would probably still be stuck in that circle of uncertainty: “I know, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t figure out my feelings; this has been very new and confusing for me.”
Chenle lifts his head so he’s looking at him, “No, don’t apologize, I know it must have been hard discovering something new about yourself when you’re at an age when you’re supposed to know who you are and what you like.” Chenle presses a quick kiss on his right pectoral, “I’m just glad I found those stockings in your closet, it was the tangible proof that I needed to confirm that you also liked me. Because you like me, right?” Chenle asks, vulnerability pouring through his words.
“Of course, I like you, I might not have known what to call those feelings before today. But this is the happiest I’ve ever felt in a long time, you make me incredibly happy.” He reassures Chenle, and it’s true, it may have taken him a while to come to terms with it, but now that he’s here, engulfed in this warm feeling, he doesn’t plan to go back.
“Does that mean you’re going to take on dates?” Chenle asks, that mischievous glint back in his eyes.
“Of course, lele, I will take you on as many dates as you would allow me.” He smiles. Sealing his promise with a soft kiss, which shows all the emotions and truths that he’s not able to voice out loud now, but that with time, he’s sure he will get there.