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“Tell me, tell me, tell me–”
Felix wraps an arm around Jisung’s neck and slaps his hand across his mouth.
“We’re so in public, can you please be quiet!” Felix whines. Jisung wastes zero time licking Felix’s palm, and well, Felix has been best friends with Jisung for a while, so it’s not like he’s not expecting it.
It’s still gross, though.
“Are you gonna be quiet?” Felix hisses. Jisung nods and Felix takes his hand away, wiping Jisung’s saliva on the blazer he’s wearing; Jisung doesn’t even look bothered.
“Yes, so long as you tell me where the hell you were?”
“I will, I just need to find a bathroom first.”
Even saying it makes Felix’s cheeks feel hot. Jisung opens his mouth again but this time Felix just strides forward – if he can’t make Jisung lower his voice, he can at least try to outrun whatever he’s about to say.
Thankfully, the bathrooms aren’t communal, and there’s no line. Felix rushes into the furthest one, unsurprised when Jisung follows.
“Don’t look!” Felix whines. Jisung quirks a brow.
“Are you taking a shit? I’ll leave if you’re taking a shit-”
“I’m not taking a shit!” Felix scoffs. “I just-”
“We’ve definitely peed in front of each other, it’s not like I’m going to stare at your dick-”
“Ji!” Felix squeaks. “I just - turn around.”
Jisung rolls his eyes but obeys, facing the corner. “Okay, but tell me what happened? You guys just vanished! One second, we’re all watching you get hit on, the next second Hyunjin’s storming across the room like he’s physically going to fight the guy, and then you were gone.”
“He was sleazy,” Felix wrinkles his nose at the memory of the man. “Kept calling me pretty.”
“Not a lie,” Jisung laughs. “But uncalled for, definitely.”
Felix carefully shimmies out of the skirt, laying it across the hands dryer with care to keep it dry. Jisung, true to his word, doesn’t look, but he tilts his head as if listening. Felix bites back a groan of discomfort at the feeling of wetness in his briefs; he’s so embarrassed, wants to crawl out of his skin. He reaches for a paper towel and wets it, wincing as Jisung’s head twitches at the sound.
“Felix,” Jisung asks slowly. Felix shifts his weight, feeling the stickiness on the inside of his underwear as it cools, knowing that Jisung is getting suspicious. “Why are we in the bathroom?”
“Um,” Felix says. He does not elaborate.
“Your knees are bruised,” Jisung says simply.
“Yep,” Felix answers simply. In the mirror, he sees that his face is bright red, his lips so obviously swollen. Fuck, even his voice feels rough.
“Your lips are really swollen,” Jisung adds.
“That’s true.”
“You’re not peeing right now.”
“You can’t prove that.”
“... why are we in the bathroom?”
“Don’t make me say it!” Felix whines. “Please, I’m so embarrassed.”
Jisung whips around, clearly forgetting his prior instructions. His jaw drops when he sees Felix out of the skirt and slaps his hands over his eyes. “Sorry, I forgot!”
“Stop forgetting!” Felix wails.
“You totally came in your pants!” Jisung wails back.
“Don’t acknowledge it!” Felix thinks he might die of embarrassment right then, right now; thank God it’s Jisung – Jisung, who accidentally order a bulk-package of lube to Chan’s dorm instead of his own; Jisung, who as a trainee forgot that his phone was connected to the common room’s bluetooth speakers and proceeded to blast porn through the dorm at two AM; Jisung, who once took nudes for Felix (when he thought hooking up with a local artist would help mute his crush on Hyunjin) at nearly a hundred different angles and didn’t bat an eye.
“Are you okay? You got quiet.” Jisung asks softly. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed–”
“I know, you didn’t,” Felix assures him. “I’m embarrassed because this is embarrassing.”
Jisung sighs. “Okay, use warm water, no soap, and be gentle. ”
“I know how to clean up cum,” Felix pouts, but he turns the tap further towards hot and wets the paper towel.
“I’m sure you do, but … okay, I’ve been in the same spot as you.”
Felix raises his brows even though Jisung can’t see him. He shimmies his underwear down his thighs, grimacing as he wipes away what he can with a paper towel before gently cleaning himself. “When?”
Jisung hesitates. Felix, satisfied as he can be with paper towels and water alone, pulls his underwear back up. “You can look now.”
Jisung peeks from between his fingers, then drops his hands entirely. He’s bright red, much like Felix. “Uh, do you remember that time we got first class back from the Hong Kong show last year?”
Felix’s jaw drops. “Did you join the mile high club?”
“No!” Jisung gasps, waving his hands in front of him emphatically. “No, that would be so risky. It’s just … there was a partition, you know? We were just making out and hyung-”
“Ew,” Felix winces.
“Pretend it’s not Minho-hyung if you need to,” Jisung shrugs understandingly.
“You’re telling me Hyung gave you a handjob on an airplane?” Felix asks. Jisung giggles, an unhinged sound that bubbles from between his lips.
“Like, barely. I was so wound up after the tour, all it took was a little making out, a single touch, and bam – I was like a horny teenager. I had to clean myself up in the bathroom, but I still felt so gross for the rest of the plane ride. He was sweet about it for like, a day, and he still won’t let me live it down.”
It’s embarrassing, Felix can definitely see that; but Jisung’s small smile at the memory is sweet, and Felix can absolutely picture Minho lording this over his boyfriend in the most loving way possible.
Tit for tat, he figures, leaning against the wall.
“Hyunjin went full possessive on that creep,” Felix says. “And it was so fucking hot.”
Jisung blinks once, throws his head back, and laughs. Felix blushes but can’t fight a grin of his own. “What, did he scent you?”
“You have to stop reading fanfiction,” Felix makes sure his eye roll is big and obvious. “I don’t know, he like … grabbed me by the nape of my neck? And … he called me ‘his’?”
Jisung’s eyes pop wide. “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah,” Felix laughs softly. “And to be honest? It was so fucking hot. I nearly jumped him right there in the middle of the party. And then … I don’t know, it happened so fast – he just dragged me out of there and we went to the gardening shed outside and-”
“Did you fuck in a garden shed?” Jisung cuts him off.
“No,” Felix rolls his eyes, and he can’t quite look at Jisung when he clarifies. “We just made out …”
“And?”
“And I kind of grinded on his thigh for a while…”
“ And? ”
“And then I sucked him off?” Felix squeaks. Jisung’s rapt shock morphs into a giddy smile. He literally jumps up and down, clapping his hands.
“Oh my God, you’re such a horny freak!”
“I’m in a new relationship, okay?” Felix sniffs, lifts his head like he’s royalty. “It is perfectly natural to want to be close to one’s new partner.”
“So if Hyunjin’s the possessive alpha, are you playing submissive omega? Or maybe you’re going for bratty,” Jisung taps his finger on his cheek as he thinks; it’s like he’s pondering the secrets of the universe. Felix splutters.
“I’m not - what do those words even mean ?”
“Ugh, you’re so uncultured all of you: are you more of a ‘yes, daddy, I’ll be good’ or more of a ‘why don’t you come over here and make me’?”
Felix covers his burning cheeks with his hands and turns away from Jisung for good measure. “I don’t even -”
“It’s a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”
“No! It can be a ‘both’!”
Jisung gasps like Felix just told him Christmas came early. “Oh, amazing! You know, that makes so much sense for the two of you. I bet if you wanted to, you could go up to him right now and-”
Whatever filth is about to leave Jisung’s mouth is interrupted by a rapid series of knocks.
“Felix? Ji? You in there?”
“Changbin?” Jisung asks.
“Yah, what are you two doing?” He grumbles. “Why are you in the bathroom together?”
“Shit,” Felix grabs the skirt and pulls it on as quickly as he can; Jisung catches him when he almost trips. “Do I look okay?”
“You’re beautiful,” Jisung says with an easy shrug. Felix rolls his eyes as if he’s not blushing.
“I mean do I look like I got mauled in a garden shed twenty minutes ago?”
“Oh,” Jisung narrows his eyes and gives him the once over. “Well, your knees are still red, and you still have blow-job lips, but I can’t tell that you went ahead and came about it, if that’s your question.”
“You’re so gross,” Felix snorts. But he wraps his arm through Jisung’s and knocks their heads together.
“You’re such a cat,” Jisung snorts.
When they open the door, they find Changbin standing directly outside of the bathroom with an unimpressed raised brow and his arms crossed over his chest.
“Everyone’s gonna think you were fucking,” he says. Felix chokes and Jisung laughs, leaning close to him with his lips puckered.
“What do you say, baby, should we make Hyunjinnie jealous? Maybe he’ll take you out back for round two-”
“Round two?” Changbin gasps. “Wait, what?”
“Let’s go,” Felix shakes his head. “I need a drink.”
He drags Jisung away as fast as he can without it being a full run. Changbin’s jaw is on the floor.
“Ah, Yongbokkie! What did he mean round two!”