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The bakery was bustling with people, the environment loud and radiant with bodies spread out amongst the various tables and chairs. Lunch time peak always brought loads of different types of people, from business men getting their midday caffeine fix to teenagers pretending to study but truly were just messing around to mothers with their kids for a sweet treat. Felix absolutely loved it when the cafe was packed like this, it was his dream of owning a successful bakery after his childhood dreams of dancing failed. The laughter, the noise, the smell of his creations always left him feeling fulfilled, happy. He loved being busy.
He pushes the kitchen door open with his hip, carrying a hot tray of his famous fresh chocolate chip cookies. Hyunjin smiles at him as he walks past, a knowing look on his face that Felix pointedly chooses to ignore. He and Minho were always up to something, the headaches of his life that he learned to ignore rather than entertain. It was too busy anyways, making his way over the glass case of baked goods. He slides open the cabinet door, grabbing the empty tray that used to contain the same cookies, swapping it for the new tray. He pokes his head inside to rearrange some baked goods to make them look prettier and more appealing for customers.
“Those look really good.” A familiar voice sounds from above his head. Felix gasps, surprised, attempting to stand in a haste. Of course, he’s still in the bakery case so the back of his head comes straight into contact with the top of the case. The noise is loud and echoing, and also so mortifying in front of a customer. And coincidentally the guy he’d been crushing on for months now too. His cheeks burn with embarrassment as he pulls himself out of the case, standing straight, and rubbing his scalp with his palm.
“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Chan apologizes, his voice shaky and his cheeks equally as red as Felix’s.
“No no, it’s alright!” Felix rushes to reassure him, avoiding Chan’s attempt at meeting their eyes. The older man's hands hover near him, like he wanted to physically make sure Felix was okay.
“No really, I’m really sorry. You know how much I love your cookies and I just got excited.” Chan continues to nervously babble, only continuing to make Felix blush brighter and brighter, until he’s sure he looks like a blonde strawberry. Felix opens his mouth to reassure Chan again, but luckily—or maybe unluckily— Hyunjin swoops in.
“Hi Chan-hyung! Where’s Changbin-hyung?” Hyunjin tries to casually ask, but Felix knows his best friend better. He’s grateful for the conversation change, especially when Chan’s eyes leave him to instead look at Hyunjin.
“Oh, he’s on his way. He was in a meeting.”
“Good. Want your usual or will you wait?”
“I’ll take two cookies while they’re fresh please,” Chan says, his face bright and excited for the sweet treat. It was so endearing Felix could feel himself melting. Chan was such a confusing mix of hot and sexy, and dorky and cute. One minute he could have Felix gay panicking to melting over his cuteness. It was one of the things that made him fall for the older man so hard.
Chan is a regular customer at his bakery, coming at least three times a week for months now. His friends Jisung and Changbin were also frequenters, but they didn’t come nearly as much as Chan did. No one was quite the cookie and pineapple juice enjoyer as the producer is. Felix couldn’t fathom the chocolate and pineapple combo being that good, but that didn’t stop him from keeping pineapple juice stocked just for him. Hyunjin called him a simp, but he was just a good bakery owner that cared for his customers, nothing more.
Once Chan had gotten his items, he’d left the counter to slide into his usual chair in the corner of the cafe. Felix watched him set up his laptop like usual, munching on one of the cookies as he went. Felix knew he was a music producer for a local entertainment company, and for his own little group with Jisung and Changbin. The two of them have gushed over music well past closing time when Chan spent the whole day here sometimes. And Felix has listened to the group's work too, thoroughly impressed. He hadn’t told Chan as much yet, still too incredibly nervous to compliment the handsome older man. It felt like a boundary he wasn’t ready to cross.
“You guys are so obvious,” Hyunjin huffs, grabbing the empty tray from Felix’s hands. He realizes in that moment he’d just been standing there and staring for who knows how long, blushing again at the humiliation.
“About what?” Felix asks finally, registering what Hyunjin said. A timer going off has him heading back into the kitchen, Hyunjin following behind.
“About how into each other you are!” Hyunjin laughs, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Except Felix has no idea what he was talking about. He laughs in bewilderment, saying as much.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Chris is not into me.” As much as he wanted it to be true, it wasn’t. They had a couple things in common, like music and anime’s, and both being Australian, but that’s it. Chan was worlds away from him, a successful producer with hundreds of famous friends and a fashion deal with Fendi. He was handsome and fit and charming and cute. Felix was a failed dancer, a baker, he was scrawny and awkward and ugly. Not at all the type of man for someone like Chris.
“I’m pretty sure he’s straight anyways.” He had no evidence of that claim, but men like Chris simply couldn’t be gay. They always had some pretty girl on their arm, and dreams of being a father one day. Felix has dated one too many ‘straight’ guys to know.
“You’re full of shit you know,” Hyunjin scoffs, rolling his eyes as he leaves the kitchen. Felix just rolls his eyes back, used to Hyunjin’s attitude. Besides, it was still rush hour, and he had work to do. He wasn’t going to let a pathetic crush on a hot guy he had no chance with get in the middle of his work.
He keeps himself confined in the kitchen for a few hours, finishing off the last couple batches of the popular items to last them through the night, and prepping for tomorrow. He wanted a distraction from the feelings threatening to bubble over, Hyunjin’s words repeating in his head over and over again. He had contemplated Chan being just as into him as he was for weeks now, some of their interactions replaying in his mind. He was trying to justify that they didn’t mean more than Chris being friendly, that his crush was making him hopeful, but he couldn’t help it. He really likes Chan.
He leaves the kitchen just as Minho is leaving for the day, and Seungmin was clocking in to finish off the night shift. Minho and Hyunjin technically weren’t official employees, they just volunteered their time to help Felix out during the day for a couple hours. Seungmin was a college student that he actually employed, along with Jeongin who was another student a couple months younger than them. He really appreciated the two of them helping out, but their jobs were flexible enough to help. Minho and Hyunjin were both dancers he met back in the day, Hyunjin mainly posted content with his studio while Minho choreographed routines for others.
“I gotta go Yongbokkie, I have a class tonight,” Minho tells him in a rush, stuffing his bag with his hoodie. Felix nods. He constantly tells his friends they didn’t need to help him out if they had other things going on, but of course they didn’t listen to him. Minho ruffles his hair as he leaves, and Felix is left with Seungmin and Hyunjin. He couldn't help but peek out amongst the tables, hoping to catch a glimpse of Chan, but he was nowhere to be found. A disappointed pout spreads across his face. Chan hasn’t stayed until closing in weeks.
“Feliiix,” Hyunjin drawls, a big smile on his face as he gets in Felix’s personal space. He tries to take a step away, only to not be able to go anywhere with his back to the kitchen door.
“What?” Felix whines, squirming when Hyunjin pokes his sides in an effort to tickle him.
“Guess who got your number?” Hyunjin sing-songs, soundly entirely too proud of himself. Felix pauses, suddenly very confused.
“What?” He bewilders.
“I gave your number to Chan-hyung!” Hyunjin cheers, entirely too proud of himself. Felix’s brain lags as he tries to comprehend what Hyunjin just told him, jaw dropping, eyes blinking rapidly. Words evade his mind as he just stares at Hyunjin like he grew a second head.
“Why?!” Felix aghasts, his entire world reeling in mortification at the thought of Chan knowing his true feelings.
“Because! You’re both so obvious about it and I’m so tired of seeing you two dance around each other! He’s into you, and you’re too much of a ditz to see it.”
Felix gasps, now offended for an entirely different reason. “I’m not a ditz!”
“Whatever! Either way, he’ll probably text you now and you guys can finally move this along!”
Felix frowns, still a little mad, but he can’t deny being a little hopeful. His little gay heart with so much hope for true love. Maybe Hyunjin and his many romance movies were influencing him too much.
“What makes you think he’s into me?” Felix asks instead. Hyunjin groans in response, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.
“You’re such a blonde!”
“I’m not even blonde!” Felix rebuttals, exasperated.
“Okay, girls, stop fighting,” Seungmin drawls from next to them, unimpressed with their squabble. Felix pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest. As much as he’d like to be angry with Hyunjin, he just can’t. He knows his friend means well and has good intentions, even if Felix is still so embarrassed by the whole thing.
“He’ll text you! I bet he will tonight, and I’ll be so right. You better make me your best man at the wedding,” Hyunjin threatens, pointing a manicured finger at him.
“What makes you think we’re getting married?!” Felix sputters, cheeks heating up for an entirely different reason. He tries not to think too hard about Chan in a pristine black suit. That was definitely too crazy of a fantasy of a man he barely knows.
“Mark my words!” Hyunjin announces, walking away into the kitchen, effectively ending the conversation. Felix huffs, but pulls his phone out of his pocket to check if he got a text. He was hopeful, he wanted any sort of sign that Chan was into him. He was too nervous to fumble someone like the older man. The rejection would be devastating, and he’d never be able to act normal around Chris ever again. He’d been content with developing a simple friendship, but the idea of something more was a dream come true. He’d never been so drawn to someone before.
Felix doesn’t stop glancing at his phone periodically through the rest of the night, his heart dropping every time when he sees he doesn’t get a text. He knows Chan was a very busy person, especially as of late, but it doesn’t stop the bitter taste of disappointment on his tongue every time his notifications are empty. Felix felt like if Chan was as into him as Hyunjin says, then the older man should jump at the opportunity to talk to him. But it didn’t seem like he was very eager.
Eventually, Seungmin and him close the bakery for the night and go their separate ways. Felix allows himself to check again, for the first time in nearly an hour. The longest he’d gone without checking since Hyunjin told him earlier. He was majorly disappointed when once again there was nothing from an unknown number. He had a couple texts, mostly his friends goofing around in their group chat or a couple Instragram links from Hyunjin. He pouts, sad and so let down it kind of hurts. It was barely 9, and he knew Chan worked well into the evenings and nights. But, it doesn’t take long to send him a text, just anything. A ‘hi’ would make Felix so happy, but he expected this. He knew this would happen.
This routine continues well into the next day, checking his phone periodically, obsessively waiting for a message. He checked first thing this morning, then after his shower, then as he made his coffee, then as he was walking out of his apartment. All to no avail. It was as heartbreaking as it was frustrating. His brain physically couldn’t help himself from checking, as much as he tried not to think about it. Even during the peak of lunch rush, he kept checking. To find nothing.
So it only rubs salt in his wounds when Hyunjin comes in to help out for the closing shift with a big, shit-eating grin on his face. Like he expected this to work just the way he planned it. He bounds up to Felix at the counter in the middle of making a drink, only stopping in his tracks when he notices the sour pout on his face.
“He didn’t text you?”
“No! He didn’t. Because he’s not into me like I said! And now he’s never going to show his face in here again!” Felix bemoaned, his disappointment clear in his tone. He caps the drink he finishes making, handing it over to Seungmin to read out amongst the crowd of patrons. He side steps Hyunjin to get into the kitchen, but his best friend only follows right on his heels.
“That doesn’t make any sense! He’s so obviously into you! Maybe he’s just busy! Or maybe he’s nervous! Give him another day,” Hyunjin protests, following Felix around the kitchen as the younger busies himself with baking ingredients. He wants to argue, huff and whine at Hyunjin, but there clearly wasn’t a point. He was grateful for everything his friend did for him, and he knew Hyunjin only had good intentions, but that didn’t stop him from being a little upset with him. He overstepped, and has seemed to ruin Felix’s chances to even befriend Chan. The chance to confess was basically stripped away from him. He was sad, and he was disappointed.
The sadness and disappointment carried into the next day, and only intensified as the day continued on without sight of Chan. Even Hyunjin seemed nervous, glancing over at him every time the door opened and Chan wasn’t the one who walked through. Felix had given up even checking his phone periodically, even more disappointed with the idea of never seeing him again. Chan’s friends didn’t stop by either, making the tension between him, Minho and Hyunjin grow thicker by the end of the third day. It was one thing for Hyunjin to potentially ruin Felix’s chances with Chan, but it wasn’t only Felix who had developed feelings for one of the group members.
Minho was particularly unhappy without the sight of Jisung for days on end. He’d taken to giving Hyunjin the silent treatment, which only added to everyone else’s nerves. Hyunjin tried apologizing a hundred times, and while Felix has worked on trying to minimize it, Minho was not so rational.
On the fourth day of radio silence and not a peep or a glance at the triad, Jisung strolls into the cafe bright and early. It was barely an hour into opening, and luckily, Felix was the only one manning the counter. His spine straightened just a bit more as the other man approached with a little pep in his step and a bright smile on his face.
“Hey Lix!” Jisung greets cheerfully once he’s close enough, his gummy smile contagious, even if he was still nervous. He had a million questions on his mind that he wanted to ask, but nothing came out. He simply smiled and greeted Jisung in return. His heart thrummed hard in his chest, fluttering with his nerves as he anticipated Jisung’s words. What if Jisung was here to confront him? Maybe Chan was so uncomfortable with him that he sent someone else to tell him off?
“Can I get a dozen cookies, an iced matcha latte and two iced americanos?” Jisung rattles off instead of confronting him, his voice still pleasant and polite. Felix blinks, his brain lagging to compute what Jisung said. He blushes, his cheeks and ears heating up to a bright red. He can’t believe he thought Jisung was here for anything but to order. He felt a little mortified, not trusting himself to verbally respond to Jisung. Instead he rings in the order, tapping at the card capture to let Jisung pay, before he busies himself with making the drinks.
Jisung eyes him curiously, watching him fumble through making a matcha latte without making eye contact. There was only one other patron in the cafe, the silence being filled with Felix’s soft gaming music playlist. It was incredibly awkward, he almost wished Jisung was here to confront him.
“H-how’s Minho-hyung?” Jisung stutters as Felix places the completed matcha latte in front of him, moving onto the americanos. He was nervously drumming his fingers on the marble countertop, nibbling his bottom lip as he waited for Felix to answer. Despite himself, Felix giggles a bit, amused with both Jisung’s and Minho’s obvious feelings for each other. He was relieved that Hyunjin didn’t seem to ruin it for those two.
“He’s the same old Minho-hyung,” Felix chuckles, thinking about his feisty older friend. His hyung was definitely a cat in a previous life, sometimes Felix was convinced he still was a cat in a human body.
“I miss seeing him. We’ve been so busy with this new contract deal that we haven’t had time to do much of anything else,” Jisung whines, accepting the americanos from Felix as he passes them over. He gets to work packing a box of cookies last, taking out a pink pastry box to fold up. He makes quick work of it, feeling a little relieved as the tension between him and Jisung dissolves. He still wants to ask about Chan, but he feels more hopeful than he had for days. Maybe Chan really was too busy to text him, and his chances of befriending the man weren’t completely ruined.
“Chan’s good too. He misses your cookies. Thought I’d surprise him today,” Jisung says, a little knowing smile on his face. Felix flushes, ducking his head into the bakery cabinet to collect the cookies. He didn’t want to think about the implications of that at all, he didn’t want to get his hopes up that maybe Chan missed him too, not just his cookies.
He counts 12 cookies, pulling his head out of the case to close the box, grabbing a sticker to keep the lid shut. He brings them over to Jisung with a soft smile, hoping that was the end of it. He was relieved that things seemed normal, that Jisung hadn’t brought up anything and Chan still liked his cookies. That was enough for him, if he could see the older man again. Even if it was just to sell his cookies, he didn’t care.
“I’ll make sure he comes to see you as soon as possible. I’m sure he misses you even more than the cookies,” Jisung adds cheekily, winking. He grabs his drinks that were held securely in a drink carrier, and his cookies, walking away before Felix can say anything in return. His lips flop like a fish as he watches Jisung walk out the door of his cafe with his purchases, his face in flames at Jisung’s words. The implications. There was no way Chan missed him, he just couldn’t believe that. As much as he wished it was true.
It took another full day before Chan returned to the cafe, not a single text from him in the meantime. Jisung’s visit helped the first day to calm his anxiety about the whole situation, especially after he told Minho about the other asking about him. He doesn’t think he’d ever seen his hyung blush before that moment, and that was enough distraction for that day to not notice the absence of Chan from the cafe and from his notifications.
The distraction, unfortunately, didn’t last for the next day, or the morning after that. The anxiety set back in, and Felix was a nervous wreck by the time a week passed without a peep from Chan. Not only did he miss his daily eye candy, but he missed the fluttering feeling of his crush when the man came in. It was fun, it was exciting, but the anxiety felt like a pesticide killing those butterflies in his heart. It was a heavy weight in his chest, one that just made him want to cry whenever he saw Jeongin and Seungmin flirt, or when any other gay couple walked into his cafe. Hyunjin had resorted to just pouting at him and his sad demeanor, no longer trying to apologize or reassure him that it would happen.
48 hours after Jisung’s visit, it was early in the morning again. Hyunjin was there to help with a special order he got for a party, prepping and baking 12 dozen cookies on top of his normal amount for the cafe business. He was busy in the back rolling cookie dough balls while Hyunjin manned the front, when the kitchen door bursts open. Hyunjin without a word, grabs him around his plastic glove clad wrist to pull him out of the kitchen into the front counter.
Felix opened his mouth to ask what the hell was happening, but before a word could escape, his eyes landed on a familiar big nose, sheepish smile, and cute almond sparkling eyes. Chan stood by the register with confusion written all over his handsome face.
“Uh- hi Lix,” Chan greets. Felix watches as Hyunjin shoves him to the register before escaping to the kitchen, effectively leaving him alone with Chan. Felix flushes in embarrassment, realizing what an absolute mess he was after not seeing Chan for a week. The other man looked really handsome too, in a plain black t-shirt and jeans, bare-faced and hair all curly. He was a sight for sore eyes, if Felix wasn’t worried about the flour on his face or the cookie dough all over his gloves and apron. He hastens to take the gloves off, throwing them into the waste bin in the corner. He really couldn’t stop embarrassing himself.
“Hi Chan-hyung,” Felix greets finally. “Whatcha getting?”
“A cookie or two obviously. Maybe another matcha latte. You make those really good too,” Chan says cheekily, a little flirtatiously. Or maybe that was Felix’s fantasies projecting onto Chan. He nods, punching in the order into the register to let Chan pay. He’s not sure what to do or say, so instead he busies himself with making the drink. His eyes flit over to Chan occasionally, and every time he finds Chan’s eyes already on him. And every time he quickly and bashfully looks away like he was caught doing something he shouldn’t. Chan just looked so good, he was a sight for sore eyes after a week of not seeing him.
Once he had the drink made and the cookies packed — a third one shoved in the box for free — he hands the items over to Chan. It was still empty in the cafe, just the two of them. It would be the perfect opportunity to ask why Chan never texted him, if he missed more than just his cookies. If he liked Felix as much as Felix liked him. Chan’s fingers brush his when he grabs the cup, and their eyes meet for a second before he looks away with a blush. When Chan has the items firmly in his grasp, Felix yanks his hands back like the cookies were on fire. He stares awkwardly at the floor, nothing left to say or do. He expects Chan to walk off and leave without a word too, except he doesn’t move.
“Uhm… can you tell Hyunjin that I’m flattered but I’m not interested in him? I feel bad because I never texted him back,” Felix snaps his head up to look at Chan, going slack jawed and wide eyed in surprise at his words. Chan thought that it was Hyunjin’s number the whole time? That made him feel a little better, it explains why he never got a text from Chan.
Before he can respond to that, the kitchen door swings open with a loud thud as it smacks the counter behind it. Hyunjin stands in the doorway with a similar expression to Felix’s moments ago.
“What?!?” Hyunjin cries.
Felix watches as Chan panics a little, his ears going bright red as he tries to wave his hands in defense, which is ineffective with the items still in his grasp. “I-I’m sorry! I think you’re cute but Changbin would kill me a-and I’m already into someone!” Chan blabbers, stepping back as Hyunjin stomps closer to the counter.
“It wasn’t my number, you idiot! It was Felix’s! Why would I give you my number?!” Hyunjin cries, more frustrated than Felix has ever seen his friend. His fingers were curling into his long hair, pulling the strands in anger. Which was saying a lot for the dramatic man.
“I- I don’t know! You didn’t write anything on the napkin, you just slid it to me with a wink!” Chan tries to justify himself, his voice slightly pitching up the redder his face gets. Felix wants to disappear into the floor, his own face on fire. He doesn’t even know what to say anymore, looking back and forth between his increasingly more agitated best friend and his nervous and defensive crush.
“You literally admitted 5 seconds prior that you think Felix is cute! Do you think I would give my number to someone who just admitted they thought another guy was cute?”
“Well… you got me there,” Chan backs down, still red in the face, but no longer defensive. Felix stares at Chan like a deer in headlights, not believing his ears at all that his crush of nearly a year thought he was cute. He never thought he’d get this far with the other man.
“Oh my god, you both are so annoying! Felix, Chan wants you to have his babies and Chan, Felix has been wanting to get into your pants since the first day you stepped foot in here. Please get your heads out of your asses and fuck already!” Hyunjin finishes his rant with a loud, annoyed groan. He flails his hands between the two of them before stomping back into the kitchen. Felix’s face felt so hot it was like his brain would melt out of his ears, but luckily Chan looked just as red or maybe more than he felt. They just blankly stare at each other for a few moments, both of them entirely too embarrassed to say a word. Felix was also too preoccupied reeling over “wants you to have his babies.”
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the cafe door swings open, the little bells attached to the handle jingling happily. Chan clears his throat, bashfully tearing his eyes away from Felix to look to the floor. He looked incredibly cute like this, red in the face, embarrassed and shy. He was as cute as he was drop dead gorgeous, it was quite the good mix.
“So…,” Felix starts, his voice trailing off towards the end. “Do you still want my number?”
“Yes!” Chan answers a little too quickly, before clearing his throat. “I mean, yes,” he says more calmly the second time. Felix giggles, amazed that this was even happening. He pulls his phone out from his back pocket, unlocking it and pulling up the messages. He looks at Chan expectantly, but luckily the man understands right away, rattling off his own phone number for Felix to text.
“I’ll talk to you later,” Chan promises once Felix sends off the text. He smiles widely, nodding, watching as Chan turns around to hustle out the door. He giggles to himself a little, elated, so happy he could burst. Even though the execution was a little messy, in the end Hyunjin managed to make it work for him. And he really couldn’t be more grateful. Though, he wasn’t about to make it easy for his friend, definitely not. He had a weeks worth of pain to return as a favor, and about 10 dozen more cookies to roll.
Epilogue: (smut, can skip <3)
The cafe was quiet, closed down for the night and Seungmin already gone. Felix was alone trying to do inventory for tomorrow’s supply order, counting cups and lids behind the counter among other things. He had a clipboard in hand, writing down what needed to be ordered, his personal playlist playing over the cafe speakers instead of his usual gaming stuff. He’s been listening to a lot of Chan’s group lately, especially the closer he’s gotten to Chan and his friends.
It’s already been a couple months since that day they first texted, and they’ve definitely hit it off. They talk every day, and they hang out whenever they have free time. They were basically attached at the hip, and it was great. They weren’t dating yet, officially, but they’ve kissed a couple times now. They’ve gone on dates. It was just a matter of time making it official. Felix was honestly not too anxious about it though, he liked where they were at right now.
He hums to himself the lyrics of the song, lost in his own little world counting. So when there’s a knock to the cafe glass door, he jumps a little in surprise. His head whips to the front, his heart pounding in fear for a second, before he realizes who was at the door. Chan stood sheepishly at the window, waving his hand in greeting. Felix laughs, suddenly very elated to see his almost boyfriend standing there. He gets up from his seat to unlock the door, letting Chan inside the cafe.
“Hey Lix,” Chan pulls him into a hug, his arms strong as they wrap around his body. That was one hell of a discovery. He imagined Chan would be fit based on the width of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms under his shirts, but actually seeing and feeling them was way different. And a thousand times better. Chan was so strong, and it was extremely attractive. He anticipated the day Chan will hold him down to a mattress while he-
“How are you?” Chan asks, effectively cutting off his thoughts. Felix blushes, clearing his throat while he pulls himself away from the hug.
“Good, good. I’m almost done here. Can you wait a little?” Chan smiles kindly, nodding, following after Felix to the counter. Chan pulls a chair with him to sit across from him, pulling his phone out to fiddle with. They chat idly as Felix finishes his last couple stacks of cups, empty conversations about their days. It was pleasant, and Felix’s heart felt warm having Chan with him. It was easy between them, like they’re known each other for years, getting along so well. He felt really connected to Chris.
When he was done with the back counter, he pulls himself up to go into the kitchen, with Chan close on his heels. He just had to count his dry ingredients and he’d be done, and the two of them could go get ramen like Chan wanted. A little date that would hopefully end back up at one of theirs. They haven’t moved past kissing yet, even if he’s felt under Chan’s belt that the other was really eager to. He was as well, but the back and forth was really fun, and the teasing was adding to the thick tension between them. Even now, standing in the small walk in closet that acted as the dry ingredients pantry. Chan was practically plastered against his back as he worked, his body heat radiating off of him so much that Felix could feel it seeping into his clothes.
Felix bit his lip, deciding to be a little bold. He bends over at the waist, his ass brushing against Chan’s crotch ever so slightly. The man falters mid sentence, his breath hitching slightly at the touch. Felix feels butterflies erupt in his tummy at the noise, suddenly way too horny for his workplace. He couldn’t help it though. Chan was extremely sexy, into him, and they were completely alone. Felix stands, trying to put some distance between them before things escalate, but he doesn’t get to go far. Chan’s hands come up to rest on his hips, his palms hot even through his jeans.
Felix shudders when Chan pulls their bodies tightly together, his back completely flush with Chan’s chest. He sighs at the heat of the other’s body, completely warming up every inch that connects. This close, he could smell Chan’s cologne, wafting into his nose. It was only adding to the horniness, everything about Chan was just so attractive.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Chan says under his breath, but it was so quiet in the closet that Felix heard it perfectly. He moans softly, arching his back a tiny bit, shoving his ass back against Chan more. He never thought he’d have sex in his cafe, but he never thought he’d have someone as sexy as Chan wanting to get into his pants either.
“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” Felix whispers back, taunting, the hair on the back of his neck rising with the goosebumps that prickle his skin. Chan walks them forward, pushing Felix up against a shelf, effectively trapping him between his larger body and the dry ingredients. Felix swallows down a whimper, knees slightly buckling. He can’t go anywhere though, with Chan’s grip on his hips.
“What would you like me to do, pretty boy?” Chan retorts, his voice deeper than Felix has ever heard it before. His tone was teasing, with something darker, deeper underneath it. Felix wanted Chan to ruin him. “You want to be fucked in this closet, so every time you’re at work you remember me inside you? That’s so dirty, baby.”
Felix whines at the pet name and at the image Chan puts in his mind. He squeezes his legs together to relieve some of the ache, his tummy clenching in response. This was the farthest they’ve ever gone, and they haven’t even taken off any clothes yet or anything.
“Please,” Felix whines, shivering when he feels Chan’s cold nose drag gently across his exposed neck, leaving more goosebumps in its wake. Chan’s hot breath hits his skin after, a polarizing, but delightful mix of sensations that only make more blood rush south.
“As much as I want to, baby, I want our first time to be more special.” Felix whines in protest, cutting Chan off a little. The other only chuckles at him, tutting his tongue in mild disappointment. Felix feels like he could melt into a puddle of goo on the floor. There was something about Chan that made him crazy. The sweet, cute boy-next-door attitude he normally had mixed with whatever dangerous, sexy beast underneath made Felix incredibly aroused.
“Don’t worry, pretty, I won’t leave you like this either,” Chan promises, his hand drifting from Felix’s hip to cup his erection through his jeans. Felix sighs, the touch finally bringing some relief to his embarrassingly leaky cock. It was a while since he’d been touched by someone else, let alone an Adonis like Chan.
“Turn around, beautiful. Want a kiss,” Chan mumbles, and Felix doesn’t have to be told twice. He finds his footing, flipping himself around as fast he can with Chan barely giving him any space to do so. Chan doesn’t waste a second once they’re face to face, pushing their lips together eagerly. Felix moans gently into the kiss, pushing himself against Chan’s body. He wraps his arms around the older man’s shoulders, so close they could almost fuse together. The kiss starts sweet at first, gentle pecks as they move against each other, finding a good rhythm. But Felix was not at all patient, licking Chan’s bottom lip to let him in. He feels the other’s chuckle more than he hears it, his tummy clenching with arousal.
Chan’s hands move from his hips to his ass, cupping each cheek in either palm. He squeezes hard, making Felix gasp, dropping his mouth open further. Chan takes the opportunity to dominate the kiss, pushing his tongue in Felix’s mouth, licking deeply. Whatever fight Felix had to keep up and be a tease dies instantly, falling pliant under Chan’s kisses and his hot, heavy hands. Their hips knock against each other, and Felix can feel Chan’s large erection even through his jeans. He suspected Chan would be big, but it was even bigger than he could possibly hope for. He wanted it in his hands, in his mouth, in his ass.
“Not today, baby. This is about you,” Chan murmurs against his lips after Felix’s hand slips between their hips. Felix wants to pout and protest, but Chris quickly distracts him with another grind of their hips. Felix gasps, stars bursting behind his eyelids when he squeezes them shut. Chan takes that opportunity to bite his bottom lip, pulling away until his lip can’t stretch anymore, snapping back. Felix whimpers, so turned on right now he couldn’t think straight.
“You’re so pretty like this. So desperate and wanting. It’s been so hard to hold myself back.”
“Don’t then,” Felix retorts, he didn’t want Chan to hold back at all. In fact, he wanted Chan to rip him apart.
“I still have to woo you romantically and make you my boyfriend,” Chan laughs, moving closer to him, effectively shoving Felix more against the shelves. The metal was digging uncomfortably into his back, but he could hardly feel it with Chan leaving soft kisses along his jaw and down his neck. His thick thigh shimmies its way between Felix’s much smaller ones, pressing deliciously up against his cock. Chan’s stronger body has him completely trapped, with nowhere to go, but to accept whatever Chan gives him. The thought only made him more desperate.
“You don’t need to woo me. I’ll be your fucking boyfriend right now,” Felix groans through gritted teeth. He tries to wiggle his hips down, to seek out more friction, but Chan really has him trapped to the point where it is hard to move independently.
“Nope, needs to be more romantic than this,” Chan smiles cheekily, the fucker.
“So you’d get a friend off in a closet but not your boyfriend?” Felix retorts, teasing.
“Only really pretty, blonde, freckled, baker friends.”
Felix rolls his eyes in an attempt to hide his blush, entirely too pleased with Chan’s answer. Of course, he wants Chan to get on with the whole making it official, but he also loves the effort the older was making for him. It felt good, like Chris really liked him. That Felix was special enough to be treated more like a quick fuck.
Though right now he really wanted to be treated like a quick fuck.
“Now let me see you cum on my thigh baby boy, and then we can go pick up ramen on the way to my place,” Chan promises, his voice dropping back into his sexy, deeper voice. Felix nods his head rapidly, wiggling his hips in search of relief that Chan doesn’t give him. Instead, their lips meet first, the kiss hot and heavy from the start, Chan dragging his tongue rough and slow against Felix’s. The dirty kiss makes Felix shiver and whine, squeezing his eyes shut as the arousal washes over him. His cock twitches in his pants in response, so hard it was starting to ache.
Chan finally gives him some relief, pulling away from the shelf to allow Felix some space. He drops, gravity effectively pushing more weight onto Chan’s thigh, and more pressure to his aching erection. Chan’s hands find his hips again, guiding him into a slow grind. Felix whimpers, his own hands grasping at Chan’s shoulders for stability, short blunt nails digging into whatever he could grab. It wasn’t the best pleasure in the world, but it still felt fucking great. Especially as Chan connects their lips once again, messily licking and kissing as he forces his hips to keep rolling into the thick muscle of his thigh.
Felix can’t stop the noises that spill past Chan’s mouth either, his gentle, high pitched whimpers and whines filling the small space of the pantry. Chan doesn’t let his hips stop for even a moment, the steady grind and their intense kiss working to bring Felix closer and closer to the edge. He was so turned on he was desperate to cum, his whines increasing in quantity and volume the closer he got. Chan, sensing he was close, starts to roll his own hips, the rhythm getting messier and sloppier the closer Felix gets.
Chan sucks his tongue into his mouth, pulling back a tiny bit to flutter his eyes open. Felix moans the loudest he has all night, using every bit of strength he could to push harder against Chan’s skin. He was so, so close, the pressure in his tummy getting tighter, winding into a tight band that could snap any second. Chan’s fingers grip his hips so hard, hopefully leaving finger shaped bruises embellished on Felix’s skin for days. He wanted Chan’s bruises, wanted the reminder of their messy sex to be permanently branded on his body.
“You gonna cum, baby? Going to make a mess of my thigh and your pants?” Chan teases, his grinding never stopping or slowing. Felix was hardly doing any of the work himself anymore, Chan strong enough for the both of them to get him there. He was sweating, panting, and whimpering, so hard and so close he could burst. It was hot in the small enclosed space, the mix of their breaths and the heat from their bodies almost making it unbearable. He would never be able to be in this closet without thinking about what he and Chan did here.
“Cum, baby. Cum for me, pretty, want to see,” Chan begged, his voice slightly whining and a whole lot more desperate than Felix has ever heard it. The sound makes him cum instantly, going cross eyed with how fast it hits. He grinds down as hard as he can manage, milking himself of his own orgasm as he cums hard in his briefs. He whines, gripping Chan’s shoulders to keep him right there, uncaring as he uses the other’s body to finish himself off. Chan definitely doesn’t seem to mind, only moving with him to finish him off, cursing under his breath.
“I’m so fucking hard now, Christ,” Chan groans when Felix finally comes down from his intense orgasm, falling boneless against the shelves. His eyelids flutter as he fights the sudden sleepiness, his whole body going lax as the aftershocks shake through him. His cock feels numb between his legs, spent and satisfied. He doesn’t think he could walk.
“Lemme?” Felix pants, offering to help Chan. He feels weightless, but he’d let Chris use him to get off. The thought sounded fucking hot. Chan just laughs, shaking his head no.
“I need to get you fed and changed, baby,” Chan tries to move away from him, but Felix’s bones were still goo, falling with the older as he stepped back. Chan catches him with another laugh, steadying his body with large palms wrapped around his biceps.
“Later? At yours? Wanna put it in my mouth,” Felix pleads, using his best begging eyes he could manage. Chan blinks down at him, pausing for a second as he took in Felix’s expression
“Do that fucking face again and we’ll never leave this cafe,” Chan promises, or threatens. Felix almost likes the sound of that, but honestly he misses a bed. And his jeans were starting to get sticky and uncomfortable as the numbness subsided. He still pouts in disappointment.
“Maybe, possibly later. But let’s go,” Chan finally concedes, pulling his body up to stand firmly on his feet. He manages without buckling and stumbling, so Chan takes that as a sign to start pulling him out of the closet. He leaves the counting for the morning, way more interested in ramen and sucking Chan off than some stupid inventory. That’ll be a problem for tomorrow’s Felix.
Chan grabs their phones and the keys for the shop on the way out, flicking off the lights. The computers were on a timer to shut down on their own after a certain time, and everything else for closing was done hours ago. So, Felix let himself forget about the cafe for the moment, and focus solely on his boyfriend and their clasped hands. And the promise of what’s to come later.
(It’s still not official yet, but he knows it will be by the end of the night)