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“You can’t be serious.” Donghyeok glanced over at Mark as if he were insane, like he’d be talking to talk. “You’re taking Jaehyun’s chick out on a date?”
“Hyeok, I already told you it’s not a date. I’m just taking Chenle out to keep him entertained while Jaehyun is out in Florida for business. He asked me to do it.” Mark attempted to explain his side a bit desperately, feeling his frown deepen when Donghyeok scoffed.
“A date. You know that you’ll die, capital D-I-E, if you fuck around with Jaehyun’s husband. They’re not just fooling around, they’re married-”
“I got it, Donghyeok.”
“Jaehyun got a guy killed for kissing his knuckles, Mark.”
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not, and if I’m honest, a kiss on the hand is never that serious.”
Mark recalled the conversation he’d had with Donghyeok days ago as he stepped up to the door of Jaehyun’s bungalow. They went back and forth about just how intimate knuckle kisses were for the entirety of the drive. Mark’s main argument had been that kissing held an intimacy that a handshake didn’t, and that realistically it was disrespectful for the guy to put his lips on Chenle around Jaehyun. Donghyeok couldn’t agree less, stating that it’s a respect gesture and Chenle was basically being treated like a queen.
But they weren’t living amongst monarchs anymore.
“It’s really fine, Mark Lee.” He took a deep breath before continuing his conversation with himself, “you’re just taking him out for dinner, with Jaehyun’s permission. You’re not sneaking, you’re not doing anything wrong. Your boss gave you orders and you’re just following them.”
He paused as his knuckles angled towards the door, “you will not end up pushed out a window like Sungchan.” Only then did he finally knock on the door.
After a few seconds no one came to the door, and despite his better instincts, Mark tried the handle. His nerves spiked when it gave to his twist, allowing himself inside. He liked to think that no one lacked enough sense to mess with Jaehyun’s house just because the man was gone. It really was a dangerous feat even while he was gone, and-
“There you are.”
Mark’s brows tightened together with mild confusion, looking around the lobby and taking steps further inside in hopes of finding the source. “I’ll be to you in a second, I need to freshen myself up.”
Mark never would’ve expected Jaehyun to be the type to have an intercom, and he can only inhale through his teeth when he finally found the button to respond. His decision ended up being to not press it, wait for Chenle while he walked a little further into the house. A surround system with a vinyl player, a vase of flowers, paintings of various things including a brunette, an alcohol cart with three different decanters, white suede couches, a glass coffee table with golden legs, and a glass ashtray. A nice place for company, though it basically looked untouched like what you would see in furniture supply stores.
Jaehyun didn’t seem like the type to be home frequently enough for company anyway.
He felt himself pulled from his thoughts and observations once hands skewed his vision, inhaling deeply as if it had frightened him. “Nosy much?” The voice behind him came off sly and like he was trying to bite back any flirtiness.
“I wasn’t trying to be,” Mark hummed, keeping his hands in his jacket pockets, “are you ready to go?”
“You know, for someone who works for my husband, you’re not very cautious of someone you’ve never met.”
Mark couldn’t help but roll his eyes, turning around to look at Chenle after. They were close, way too close for comfort, but he knew better than to cross boundaries. Chenle was allowed to create any space he so desired. It gave Mark an opportunity to look at him anyway.
Honey blonde hair, dark and sharp eyes, full and pink lips, just gorgeous all round if he was honest. Mark really shouldn’t be shocked that Chenle was the beautiful brunette hung on the wall.
“Don’t stare so much, Mark Lee.” Chenle smiled at him, tugging him out of the house by the front of his leather jacket. He led the way to Mark’s convertible like he owned it, bringing him all the way to the driver seat before rounding the front to the passenger side. Mark didn’t bother to fuss over it, deciding that letting it happen was better than Jaehyun wanting to strangle the life out of him for speaking out of turn to his husband.
That’s why he doesn’t say anything when Chenle hopped over the door instead of opening the door, why his mouth remained shut when he took control of the radio and flicked through the channels several times before turning it mute all together. Chenle leaned back into his seat, propping his feet in front of the side mirror. The wind blew his hair out of how he had it fixed and he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.
They don’t talk, because Mark doesn’t know what to say, and the things that rolled over his tongue for the tenth time now seemed inappropriate to mention. He felt himself unamused by their arrival at Jack Rabbit’s Slim and he glanced back at Chenle, lips parting to complain before he got beat to it.
“I’m glad it’s you here with me, because I finally don’t have to eat fancy.” Mark felt a pang of guilt spread across his chest for even considering mentioning it. His pause left Chenle to suddenly open the car door, clearly not waiting for Mark in his decision to head for the door. Mark didn’t wait up though, quickly pocketing his car key to chase after the blonde.
“Don’t be slow so Mark,” Chenle smiled back at him while waiting by the door, teeth fully displaying like a tempt, “you know we don’t have all night.”
“Sorry,” he sighed softly as he pulled the door open for Chenle, forcing a small smile. Just for formalities, to make things smooth. Chenle only clicked his tongue as he walked into the restaurant, immediately stopping by the host stand. The guy waiting looked exhausted like he’d been ready to go home for the past hour. His hand made a small gesture as if telling Chenle to speak.
“The reservation is under Jeong.”
“Jeong..”
“A car.”
The host huffed to himself, finger moving to the other list, “J-e-o?”
“That’s it.”
Mark felt out of his element, the place was so energetic and he’d be a liar to say that he wasn’t mildly exhausted. He really should’ve better prepared himself for whatever he would have to do, realistically it was entirely his fault for thinking that just because Jaehyun was Chenle’s spouse they would share tastes.
Well, what tastes he assumed Jaehyun would have.
As they’re led to their seats, Mark took short halts as he took in the interior. The place was grossly 1950s, bright colors and loud music, toy race tracks, and various dead people wandering about to take orders. He immediately recognized Marilyn Monroe, and his tongue caught on the other faces he knew.
When they got to the car, he let Chenle get in first and then he took his seat across from him. The door is shut and before he could truly settle, Buddy Holly came for their orders. His tone was unenthusiastic when he introduced himself.
“What are you getting?” Chenle hummed, glancing up at Mark after they grabbed the menus.
“I guess the New York Cut Steak, onion rings, and the Cherry Coke,” Mark finally said after staring the menu down for several seconds, it was too hard to read - black words over slightly lighter black lines.
“Burnt to a crisp or bloody as hell?” Buddy asked as if he was bothered by doing his job.
“Bloody as hell.”
“And you, kitty?”
“The California Hareburger, a little bloody, and... the five dollar shake.”
“Five dollars?” Mark glanced between the waiter and Chenle, “for milk and ice cream?”
Chenle smiled brightly as if he were amused by Mark’s distress, nodding as he said, “I hope that’s how you’d make a shake.”
“And you don’t put liquor into it?” His attention turned to the waiter as Chenle stifled his snickering.
“Not a lick.”
“Of course not.”
Buddy scoffed as he walked off and Mark looked around once more. Too much going on at once and he was able to tune it back out as he looked at the stage beside them, Chenle piping up again, “You like it here?”
Mark shook his head in a disbelieving manner, scoffing softly, “It’s definitely something, a throwback Thursday gone wrong.” He watched Chenle pull out a pack of cigarettes, placing the filter between his teeth before patting his pockets. He even lifted his hips a little to pat his back pockets before sighing.
“Do you have a light?” He gave Mark pitiful eyes as if to guilt him, make sure he didn’t lie.
Not that he would anyway, “yeah, here,” Mark pulled out the Zippo he kept for Donghyeok. He flipped it open before holding it out to Chenle’s cigarette, the end burnt a little quicker as he inhaled.
“Thanks.” Chenle’s attention shifted to Donna Reed, watching as she urged the people she was serving to drink their glasses of milk. His shifty look returned as he allowed himself to be entertained, his smile growing again when Mark said, “don’t think about it too much, kitty.”
They dipped into momentary silence before Chenle decided it was time to pull Mark into proper conversation. “Jaehyun said that you just got back from Marseille.”
“Mhm, stayed for about two years,” Mark attempted to avoid the way Chenle began looking at him, “really artsy, I guess.”
Chenle rested his elbows onto the table, pulling his cigarette out of his mouth between his ring and middle finger. “I visit Paris in the summer, stay for a few weeks,” he leaned forward a bit as if demanding proper attention.
“Oh really?”
“Mhm.” Chenle made a purpose to give it a bit of a hum.
“I had no clue,” Mark glanced at his watch, before looking back up at Chenle as he blew away smoke.
“Why would you?”
Mark felt himself pause, because where was Chenle lying? The only thing Donghyeok seemed to know about him was the fact he was married to Jaehyun and that Sungchan had apparently kissed his hand then ended up dead. Mark couldn’t say he knew much else about Chenle either, only occasionally hearing him brought up in conversation until now. Until he turned around an hour and thirty ago he didn’t even know what Chenle looked like. Truly all he knew now was that his last name was Jeong and that he liked expensive milkshakes and cigarettes.
“I heard you used to sing.” And that he might’ve sung in the past.
“Oh yeah, my month-long fame.”
“What was it?”
“A single song, one that easily made the radio. Poppy, fresh, about chasing after a chick. A one hit wonder in a way.” Chenle’s tone lacked fondness for the endeavor, “safe to say I’m glad I didn’t destroy my vocal cords for it and they stopped burning the cds so I don’t have to worry about people begging me to come back..”
“You should sing it for me.”
“You plan on becoming my husband?” He grinned a bit cheshire-ly, like he was attempting to fool Mark into saying something he shouldn’t.
“I can do without hearing it, tease.”
Chenle pressed his mouth against the palm of his free hand as their drinks were sat in front of them. Buddy barely hummed “Cherry Coke, shake,” before walking off once more. It was so clear he was pleased with any reaction from Mark that didn’t read professional.
He only stopped his attempts at antagonizing to sip his shake, basically purring when he gets a taste of it. “Let me taste,” Mark murmured, clearly falling for Chenle’s attempt at a lure. The blonde pushed the glass over after plucking out the cherry, not that Mark would take it anyway.
“Use my straw, I don’t have cooties.”
Mark glanced up at him, still getting ready to pull out the straw, “I might have cooties.”
Chenle only shook his head as if insisting, “I can handle it if you do.” Mark complied to using the straw after that, the sticky feeling of lip gloss clung to the plastic. He felt like they were way too close like this, even with Chenle across the table.
Still, he caved under Chenle’s intense gaze, taking a proper sip of the milkshake. “Damn,” Mark couldn’t help but take another, “that’s… wow, that milkshake is good.” Really, if it was his, he would’ve drank it down in seconds without a care for a brain freeze.
Chenle reached for it back, like he could tell that Mark wanted the rest of it for himself. “I told you,” then he took a long sip like Mark would snatch it away if he didn’t.
“Just because I think it’s good doesn’t mean I’d be willing to pay five dollars for it,” Mark relaxed into his seat, “at that point, I could buy my own milk and ice cream and make three for the price of one.”
“Yeah, but it wouldn’t taste the same.”
“It’d taste better, I’m sure.”
Then they fell into silence; Mark watched as Chenle played with his maraschino cherry. He rolled it along his teeth, occasionally swiping his tongue at the stem. He stared at Mark the entire time, eyes narrow like watching prey.
The silence between them is uncomfortable.
“Don’t you hate that?”
“Huh?”
Chenle sighed before pressing his teeth against the cherry to hold it still, “uncomfortable silences,” he tugged the stem off before chewing it. “Why do we have to talk to be comfortable?”
Mark usually assumed it was due to not knowing a person well, still he said, “I don’t know.”
“That’s how you know you’ve found someone good,” Chenle nodded to himself, “when you can all shut the fuck up and just sit in the silence.”
Mark wondered if Chenle kept talking when he was with Jaehyun or if he forced himself to be comfortable in their shared silence. He wondered if the two of them would ever become comfortable enough to shut the fuck up and coexist.
“Don’t take it too personally that we can’t, Chenle, we just met each other.”
Chenle chuckled, shaking his head as if he were in disbelief, “You know what?” Mark hummed and he took it as his sign to continue, “I’ll go to the bathroom and you’ll think of something to talk about when I get back.”
“I can do that.”
Chenle smiled at him before getting up and waltzing to the bathroom.
Mark sighed once he was guaranteed to be alone, like he’d been tense and finally got relief. He sat up properly, tugging the straw out of his Cherry Coke before drinking it about halfway. What would he even talk about? Marseille didn’t seem like an interest between the two of them, Chenle clearly didn’t want to talk about his short-lived vocalist career.
Wordlessly Buddy Holly set their plates down, and disappeared again like he hadn’t even come by. Terrible service.
Mark stared down at his steak momentarily before finally cutting into it, only to eat his onion rings first. Then Chenle returned, bright as ever, letting out a pleased hum as he sat down.
“Don’t you love coming back to your food waiting for you?”
Mark scoffed softly, finally eating his steak, “we almost didn’t get it at all, Buddy Holly was never meant to be a server…” He glanced across the restaurant, “We would’ve been better off in Marilyn Monroe’s section.”
“Which one? Aren't there two of them?”
“No, there’s only one.” Mark pointed at the blonde in a white dress, very clearly Marilyn Monroe, “that’s Marilyn, and the other should be Mamie Van Doren.”
“Smart guy.” Mark didn’t get to miss how Chenle looked pleasantly surprised.
“Sometimes.” He didn’t feel like this was one of those moments, honestly.
“So,” Chenle leaned in again, finishing the fry between his fingers before continuing, “you got something to talk about yet?”
Mark looked up to pretend that he was thinking, “I have something, but I think it would offend you,” Chenle gasped softly, “and since I want to be respectful I don’t think I should.”
“You’re telling me that you actually have something that could probably be interesting, and you don’t want to tell me.” Chenle sounded more offended than Mark anticipated. “Say it, Mark.”
After a deep sigh, Mark teetered towards relenting, “you have to promise to not be offended.”
“That’s an impossible promise, Mark, and you know that. What if you say something so out there that I naturally become offended? Then I would be breaking my promise and I would hate to do that.”
“Then, I think it's better if we just forget that I said anything.”
“Ah-ah,” Chenle sounded like he was scolding him, Mark naturally frowned in response, “you can’t expect me to forget it either, that would be nearly as impossible as a promise to no offense, you have to tell me.”
“That’s a fact?”
Chenle’s lips pressed into an upside-down smile as he nodded, “besides, it's always more fun if you don’t have permission, right?”
“Alright,” Mark took another swallow of his Coke, “what do you think about what happened to Sungchan?”
“Sungchan?”
“Sungchan Jung, people called him Jinsung occasionally.”
“Oh, he fell out a window.”
Mark inhaled through his teeth, “yeah, but some would say he was pushed, some would say he was pushed by Jaehyun, and a few more would say he was pushed out by Jaehyun because of you.”
“And you know this for sure?”
Mark shook his head, “no, no, I only heard it.”
Chenle only nodded his head, “ah… and who said it?”
“They.”
“They like to say a lot, don’t they?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, Mark Lee, what else did they say?”
He mulled over it for a moment, beginning to feel a bit foolish for considering the subject.
“Let me help you, Tenderheart, did they say he fucked me?”
Mark gave a stunned look before shaking it away, “no, no- just that he kissed your hands.”
Then whatever intrigue Chenle had dissolved in an instant. He looked away, his clean hand reaching to scratch the back of his head - Mark had to push down the bubbling idea of his sudden demeanor change being attractive. “Someone told you that Jaehyun pushed Sungchan out of a four-story window for kissing my hands?”
Mark paused momentarily, he hadn’t mentioned how high, “Yep..”
“You actually believed it?”
“At the time it seemed likely.”
“At the time Jaehyun pushing Sungchan out of a four-story window seemed likely?”
“I mean… Yeah,” Mark scoffed softly, “if we’re talking about the same Jaehyun Jeong, who seems to be extremely protective of you.”
Chenle gave an unamused look as he sucked his teeth, “someone being protective of their husband is one thing, and someone nearly killing a man for kissing their husband’s hand is another.”
“But I want to know if he did it.” Mark knew by now that Sungchan had done it and Jaehyun was the one who killed him, the way Chenle was acting really sold it. Mark decided then that he’ll trust his gut from now on.
“The only time Sungchan has touched my hand was to shake it at my wedding,” Chenle finished the rest of his shake, securing the five dollars unwasted, “then he never touched me again. See, only Jaehyun and Sungchan know why he ended up out that window.” He gestured a circling motion with his finger, “you people like to gather and whisper, when you do, you become worse than chicks gathering for brunch.”
Before Mark could argue back, Ed Sullivan was on stage with Marilyn Monroe. She held a trophy daintily, barely presenting it to the many patrons around. “Alright folks, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, Jack Rabbit Slim’s twist contest!” The people around cheer, including Chenle. “One lucky couple will win this handsome trophy Ms. Marilyn is holding.” Like she’d been waiting for her cue; she properly presented the trophy, showing it off with a bright smile. “Now, who will be our first contestants?”
Chenle immediately held up his hand with enthusiasm, “us, right here!” Mark immediately felt a wave of dread wash over him, shaking his head a little. “Well, I want to dance.”
They layer over each other with a repetition of, “no, no, no, no, no, no,” only Chenle continued while Mark fell into an obedient silence, “I do believe Jaehyun, my husband, your boss, told you to take me out to do whatever the hell I wanted. I want to dance, I want to win, I want that trophy.”
Quickly Mark relented, he sighed and nodded, “Alright.”
“You better dance good.”
“Alright, I will.”
Mark climbed onto the stage before pulling Chenle up after him, following his lead as he walked to the Microphone. Ed continued with the act, “give it up for our first contestants,” the patrons cheered again, “now lets meet ‘em! Young man, what’s your name?”
Chenle took the mic with a grin, “Mr. Chenle Jeong.”
“And your,” Ed looked Mark up and down, “buddy here?”
Chenle purposefully made his voice a little higher, much to Mark’s despair, “Mark Lee.”
“Alright! Let's see what the two of you can do, take it away!”
Chenle returned to Mark with a bright smile, quickly taking off his shoes and Mark followed behind him. Mark sat both pairs by their table, swiftly moving back to Chenle as the music started. Chuck Berry’s You Can Never Tell.
Chenle moved first like he was setting the pace and Mark watched for guidance. Chenle twisted his hips and heels freely, gesturing for Mark to hurry up and move so he did. His actions started stiff before relaxing fully as they moved together, when it made Chenle laugh Mark knew he was doing what he needed to.
✦✦✦
The two of them enter the house, hands joined and the trophy in a tight grasp in front of them. They hummed the song they danced to, and Mark took the lead to spin them into the living room, dipping Chenle in front of the record player. His face was flushed with joy, trophy hugged to his chest as he looked up at Mark.
“Was that an uncomfortable silence?” Mark only asked after realizing how much they’d been staring at each other.
“I dunno.” Chenle looked away when he became flustered.
Mark stared at him a little longer, he was jealous - no envious that Jaehyun managed to marry someone so beautiful. He pulled Chenle up to stand, gently patting his shoulder before walking away, “I’m going to the bathroom,” then he tossed his jacket on the couch as he disappeared down the hallway.
As he shut the door, an R&B track began to play in the living room. Mark stared into the mirror before turning on the sink. “All you’re gonna do is,” he splashed himself with water before it could warm, “make sure he doesn’t need anything, then say goodbye, then you’ll be in the car, calling Donghyeok like you promised, and then straight home.”
He looked up toward the ceiling, running his palm under his chin to catch stray droplets before they hit his shirt. “Really this is a morality test, see if you can remain loyal. Loyalty is a very valuable thing and the morality of it is what separates us from animals.” He had definitely heard that somewhere else.
The music became a little louder as Mark grabbed the hand towel, drying himself off. “So, make sure Chenle is alright for the night, then you’ll say “Goodnight, I had a great time,” and then you’ll go home,” Mark’s eyes closed in a silent scold, “jack off, pray it over, and go to bed, nothing else.” Then he finally left the bathroom.
When he came back, Chenle was wrapped in his leather jacket, spinning around with a cigarette in his mouth and his Zippo in his hand. The trophy was long discarded to the coffee table. He purposefully ignored Mark until Boyz II Men ended their track, then he beckoned him closer with the hand holding the lighter. Naturally, Mark obeyed, only halting two steps in front of him.
“I should go home now,” Mark spoke softly despite the volume of the music basically ringing him from proximity.
Chenle looked him in the face then glanced down in thought, “yeah, probably.” Then he looked back up, pulling Mark in for a kiss that he almost didn’t reciprocate.
All he could think was I’m going to end up pushed out of a fucking window and Donghyeok is gonna say I told you so. He wrapped his arms around his waist, one hand running up his back and the other deviating to grab the leg thrown over his hip. Chenle really took the lead, tossing his cigarette on the table to push Mark into the couch with his hips.
“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” Chenle murmured against his lips as he settled into Mark’s lap comfortably. A small laugh left him, “you did too, Mark.”
Yeah, and he felt guilty the entire time, and he only managed to ignore it because he had to be a good companion. “Your husband will kill me, Chenle.”
“You didn’t deny it,” Chenle leaned back a little more, petting a hand down Mark’s chest to his belt, “you can admit it Mark, I won’t tell.” Mark didn’t bother to stop him when he began to tug it loose and pull it out of his jeans all together.
“That’s what people who tell say to get what they want, Chenle.”
“Yeah, I’m aware, but I already don’t tell Jaehyun a lot, this is just another thing he’ll never know.” Chenle paused to look up at Mark as pulled his button loose, “as long as you know how to keep your mouth shut, you have nothing to worry about.” Then his zipper was down.
Mark took a moment to just shut up and think it over, allowing Chenle to attempt to pull his jeans down without his help. He could just say no, continue to be loyal to the man who keeps money in his pocket and food in his mouth, or he could just give into the demon of lust by helping Chenle get his jeans to his ankles. This really is a dilemma if he’s ever encountered one.
Make Chenle hate him but keep himself from being broke or get his dick wet once and feel guilty until he or Jaehyun dies first.
“Are you doing this or not?” Chenle sounded irritated, probably because Mark kept being wishy-washy. Mark would act the same way any other time honestly. “If not, get gone before I come back.” As soon as Chenle was out of his lap, he wished he was back. The weight was the only thing keeping him rational.
Mark slipped out of his jeans, kicking them in the direction of the record player right as Chenle came back with a bottle of lube and condom. No evidence, of course. He pulled his shirt off by the collar, making Chenle whistle as he placed himself back into his lap. His fingers wrapped around the cross against his chest, thin and golden. “Why’d you hide this? Wanna come off humble?”
“Hiding from my sins.” Mark couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Chenle continued to admire the gold piece while his other hand pressed against Mark’s cock through his boxers, making his shoulders tighten. “Jaehyun doesn’t keep much either, he doesn’t like to show off his wealth.”
“Why are you talking about him right now?” Cheating and still talking about the man, it was like he was begging Jaehyun to walk in on them. Mark believed in talking things up and if they kept saying Jaehyun, he’d suddenly be over from the east coast like he never left.
God, Mark hoped he actually left.
“Are you gonna make me do all the work?” Mark wished he was surprised by Chenle ducking his question.
“Maybe,” he lifted his hips, making Chenle grab his shoulder as he pushed his boxers off, “I had a busy day, you should be nice to me considering I might die.”
Chenle slapped his shoulder before unbuttoning his shirt, “stop saying that, you’ll ruin the mood.” Mark only looked at him like he was crazy for a few seconds, undoing his slacks after. “The mood where two people become disloyal while listening to I’ll Make Love To You?”
“Uh-huh,” Chenle rolled his eyes, glaring down at Mark when his shirt slipped off his shoulders. They only got quiet to finish getting Chenle naked, “I’m not forcing you, Mark Lee.”
“I know,” he inhaled deeply when Chenle leaned against him, “but I’m a man who falls victim to his desires.” Chenle chuckled against his ear and Mark could hear how teases sat on his tongue. “You make me a bad person, Chenle.”
“Like the fruit?”
“Sure.” Chenle was more like the snake anyway, pretty moans against his ear as he stretched himself open, tempting him further. Mark rubbed his hands along his thighs, resting his chin against shoulder to watch. Chenle fingered himself like a pro, like Mark would assume, “does Jaehyun make you do it on your own too? Or does he leave you home alone so much you have time to practice?”
Chenle only responded with a whine. “Does he?” Mark hummed, “why’d you get with him if he can’t even fuck you enough that you won’t cheat?” He turned his head just enough for his lips to brush against Chenle’s ear. “I wouldn’t do you like that, Lele,” he attempted to bite back his smile, “I would’ve brought you with me to Marseille, fed you expensive pastries and handrolled you cigarettes, fucked you whenever you wanted then bought you nice clothes.”
Mark dug his fingers into his thighs hard enough to make Chenle stumble over his pace, “you clearly don’t love him as much as he loves you either, otherwise you wouldn’t jump on the first man to show you some attention.” Then Chenle bit his shoulder hard enough to make him hiss.
“Shut up,” he sighed quietly as he pulled out his fingers, “quit saying what you would do and do it already, Mark.”
Chenle was so demanding that he almost didn't want to. He was such a tease and Mark wanted to torture him for that too.
Mark had too much practice in forcing himself to be quiet, he barely made a sound aside from a small inhale as he rolled on the condom. Chenle pushed his head to the side as he coated his dick with lube, biting into his shoulder to leave proper bruising.
He only moaned once Chenle began sucking on skin, digging his fingers into his scalp with a firm grip. Chenle touched him like a punishment, hard and almost painful, still reminding him that he did it to himself. There's no stop until Mark grabbed his hips - pressed his fingers into the bone, his teeth grazing against his collarbones when he pulled away.
"When's the last time he touched you like this, Chenle?" His eyes narrowed a bit when his tip pressed against Chenle's rim, watching how his brows knotted from the slightest attention. Mark didn't let him sink down just yet, he wanted an answer, "c'mon you gotta tell me, kitty."
Chenle looked at him like he was disgusted, like he didn't want to say and give him any form of satisifaction. It was hardly a minute before he relented, desperation lining his eyes with tears, "a few months." Then Mark gave his thighs a rest, easing him down until he was seated in his lap again with a strained exhale.
"Divorce would be nicer," this time his words were tight and he couldn't help but grin, only because he knew he was right. "You're too selfish for that though, right?"
Chenle's face didn't unscrew from it's bitter look, still clearly irritated by how cocky Mark had gotten. It was his fault though, just as much as it was Mark's. "Once you start talking, you don't know how to shut the fuck up, do you?" Mark only shook his head a bit. It was still Chenle's fault for being insistent on seeing the way he really was, maybe he never should've hissed.
"You should start moving, I can't stay the night-" Chenle pushed his face to the side, forcing him to look at the painting on the wall as he started to rock his hips. He blinked rapidly with more surprise than pleasure, staring down the rendition of Chenle. It wasn't much different, the painting had his same feline looks.
"Just," a shudder ran down Chenle's back, "just stop talking until I finish."
Mark glared at Chenle, "because that's what you're used to?" He ended up with fingers pressed into his mouth for a moment, like a teaching moment. Mark would listen well, just once out of the kindness of his heart. Chenle only pulled them away once Mark started to moan around them, opting to grip both of his shoulders instead.
Staying true to Chenle's demand, he didn't say a word, only letting out a moan occasionally when he couldn't bite his lip longer. Mark had been more interested in the way Chenle sounded; the way he sounded whiny naturally, the little gasps he let slip when Mark gripped his hips tighter, how he got breathless every time Mark bucked his hips, and the wet moan that left him when he came. It was all enough to push Mark over his edge too.
He didn't need to hear him sing now. He let Chenle slump against him, rubbing his back as he panted against his ear.
The guilt was gone, if he died he supposed it was far better than getting pushed out of a window for kissing someone's knuckles. At least fucking Chenle had some worth, Sungchan's broke his spine over something so pointless it was embarrassing.
"We need to get up, you came all over my chest, Chenle." Mark rolled his eyes when he started to grumble, patting his hip a few times before helping him to his feet and tying off the condom. He walked together to the bathroom and Mark held him up while turning on the faucet. He only let Chenle into the water once it was on the fuller side.
They fell completely silent aside from Mark looking through cabinets until he found the wash cloths. He used the water from the tub to wipe himself down, sighing once he was clean enough.
"I lied," Chenle looked up at Mark as he wrung out the cloth in the sink, "about my song." That was enough to make Mark look at him, tilting his head just barely.
"Yeah? What part?"
"The part about it being a pop song," Chenle splashed himself in the face, wiping the water from his eyes afterwards, "it was sad song, it only made it to the eighth spot on the charts." Then he sunk himself beneath the water.
Mark waited until he came back up, pushing his hair out of his face. "That's such a particular thing to lie about." Chenle only chuckled at him, shaking his head as he moved to pull the drain plug.
"I thought you wouldn't be as interested."
"It never mattered much to begin with," Mark brows furrowed as he watched Chenle dry off, "I just wanted to know if you'd actually done it. I don't think that… I’ll keep that to myself."
He didn't Jaehyun was special enough to married a singer.
"I'll let you," Chenle threw his head back when Mark lifted him, wrapping his arm around his neck in acceptance, "I could've walked myself."
"I'm well aware, kitty," Mark tossed him onto the mattress and he let out a surprised huff, "it was the least I could do since you worked so hard."
Chenle scowled as he tossed his towel on the floor, crawling under the covers immediately after. "Don't sarcastic, asshole." He only started to placate when Mark kissed him on his head a few times with a soft sorry.
"I'm serious, I won't tell Jae."
Mark sighed as he shrugged, "I'll just have to trust you with my life then."
"Would you come back if I asked you to?" Mark mulled it over for a moment, weighing the words on his tongue like the possible outcomes would change if he did.
"Yeah, I would… Goodnight, Chenle." Mark kissed his head one more time before walking out.
Chenle sounded the sweetest he had all night, "goodnight, Mark… drive safe."
He quickly redressed himself before heading out the door, locking it behind him as he went. Mark stayed true to his promise, calling Donghyeok as soon as he got to his car.
"Damn Mark… it's only an hour after when I expected you to call."
"Sorry, he kept me busy."
"I'm sure, bet it was a nice date too."
"Uh-huh."