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Jeno groans, letting another baseball fall to the ground as he does.
“Fuck, why are there so many lines?”
Jaemin merely laughs at his misery. “Wanna take a break?”
Jeno shakes his head resolutely. “No. I need to get this memorized by tomorrow, c'mon.”
“Fine,” Jaemin sighs, picking up the bat again. “Let’s go then, Woojin.”
Jeno kind of envies Jaemin for how easily he's able to switch in and out of character. The last time he had to be “in character” outside of their music videos was when he was maybe five.
It's just so different than memorizing one off lines for a commercial that Jeno finds himself struggling more than Jaemin.
Even though it's been a few years since Jaemin's web drama, he still had a better handle on all this than Jeno felt like he did.
“Jeno?” Jaemin taps the baseball bat against the synthetic grass of the batting cage they'd rented. “You're supposed to throw it to me, remember?”
“Right,” Jeno blinks out of his daze and gets into position. “Sorry.”
He rolls his shoulders back, closing his eyes as he palms the ball with his baseball mitt. Jeno then pitches it to Jaemin, who swings and misses – that was also something they were here to work on.
Despite the miss, Jaemin acts as if he hits the ball so they can continue running their lines.
“Ooh!” Jaemin – or Taehee – exclaims.
Jeno's eyes widen as he looks at Jaemin in confusion. “What are you doing?”
“...Batting,” Jaemin shrugs in response.
“No, I mean,” Jeno sighs. “Who are you? Have you played before?”
Jaemin looks Jeno up and down before he smirks. “That's a secret.”
Jeno lets out an exasperated sigh. “A secret. Are you ever going to give me a proper answer about anything?”
Jaemin hesitates, then says, “Are you ever going to pitch properly?”
Jeno breaks the scene then, shutting his eyes and cursing in frustration. “Sorry, I got that wrong.”
His line is supposed to set up Jaemin's: Are you ever going to answer me properly?
But between their drama, prepping for their next comeback and the lack of sleep he's been getting, Jeno's mind is a little frazzled.
“Can we take it from the top?” Jeno mutters, feeling frustrated with himself.
Jaemin frowns. “Jen, doing this over and over again is clearly not helping you.”
Jeno undoes the baseball glove he's wearing and tosses it to the ground. “What do you suggest then? We're filming this tomorrow night. If I can't get this…”
“Hey, you're gonna get this,” Jaemin says reassuringly. “You just…need something to help you out.”
“Like what, exactly?”
Jaemin hums in thought for a second, tapping the tip of the baseball bat against his shoe for a minute before he seems to make a realization.
“Ah!” Jaemin says, waving Jeno over. “Okay, come here.”
Jeno reluctantly trudges his way over to where Jaemin’s standing in front of the net that's meant to catch any stray balls.
“This is something I used to do sometimes for the other drama I was in,” Jaemin starts. “If I was really struggling to remember a line, I'd just connect it to an action.”
Jeno furrows his brow in confusion. “An action? Like what?”
“Like, if I was in class for a scene, I'd tap my pencil a certain way to remember how many words I'd have to deliver,” Jaemin explains. “Or on certain words I kept forgetting, I'd adjust my bag on my shoulder while reciting the line to make sure I included it.”
“For this scene,” Jaemin continues, picking up the baseball bat again and gripping it with both hands, “I make sure I remember to time my ‘batting’ line properly by adjusting my grip with my hands.”
Jeno watches as Jaemin subtly moves his hands around the bat. “I see…”
“So you just need something like that,” Jaemin says, picking up the bat and practicing a swing. “Any action that you think your character would do.”
Jeno chuckles, watching Jaemin swing again. “Your form is still off, Taehee.”
Now it's Jaemin's turn to let out a frustrated sigh. “I spent all night watching those stupid videos you sent me, and I still can’t get it.”
Jeno goes to stand behind Jaemin, placing his hands on Jaemin’s waist to help him with his stance. “You need to position yourself like this,” he says, moving him more to the side.
Jaemin turns slightly to look at Jeno with wide eyes as he holds the bat out. “Like this?”
Jeno slides his hands over Jaemin's, adjusting his grip and moving his arms up so the bat is closer to his body. “More like this.”
Jaemin's gaze flits down to Jeno’s mouth. “This?”
Jeno suddenly becomes acutely aware of Jaemin's ass pressing into him, his gentle breath brushing across his face with how close they are.
“Jaem, stop it.”
Jaemin pouts exaggeratedly. “Stop what? I wasn't doing anything!”
“You know we need to practice,” Jeno huffs. “And you promised, remember?”
His boyfriend rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I promised before I realized how seriously you were gonna take this. Three months, Jeno? Who can go without fucking for three months?!”
When they first booked the drama, Jeno knew that it would require all their focus for the next few months, especially if they were also going to work on new music at the same time.
And Jaemin being the constant distraction he is, Jeno made him promise that they would work really hard and keep things super professional while they focused on filming – which meant no fucking.
Otherwise, they would never get anything done while wearing tight baseball uniforms around each other for the next few months. Jeno knows his boyfriend better than anyone.
Jeno sighs. “Plenty of people go longer than that without having sex.”
“Well, those people don't have you for a boyfriend,” Jaemin mutters, leaning against Jeno and looking up at him with those annoyingly beautiful eyes. “You're so hot, so big…”
Jeno shuts his eyes, feeling Jaemin grind his hips back against him. “Jaem, it's not going to work.”
“Oh yeah?” Jaemin challenges, voice dropping to a whisper. “Then why aren't you backing away?”
Jeno feels Jaemin capture his lips in his, and he furrows his brow as he tries not to kiss back.
Then Jaemin's tongue lightly presses against the seam of Jeno's lips, and Jeno caves.
The baseball bat clatters to the ground as Jeno drops his hands to Jaemin’s waist, and Jaemin reaches up to tangle his fingers in Jeno's hair.
“Mm, fuck,” Jeno mutters against Jaemin’s lips in between kisses. “Why do you taste so fucking good?”
“You missed this, huh?” Jaemin exhales, running a hand up Jeno’s chest. “It's been too long.”
“It's been five days, Jaem.”
“Still too long,” Jaemin grunts, then pulls Jeno in for another deep kiss. His tongue slides against Jeno's deliciously as he tugs at the hem of Jeno's shirt.
“Jen, I want you,” Jaemin pants against his mouth.
“Now? Here?” Jeno asks, and Jaemin nods with a needy whine that goes straight to his dick. “Fuck, Jaem…we can't. We need to finish practic–”
“Please,” Jaemin begs, desperation creeping into his voice. “I need you, I want you inside me.”
Jeno feels his resolve slowly crumbling. It is a private batting cage, and they do have it booked for the next couple of hours…
“I need to run lines, Jaeminnie,” Jeno sighs, rubbing gentle circles against his boyfriend's hips. “Maybe after we're done filming tomorrow, I'll come over, yeah?”
Jaemin shakes his head. “No, no…want you now, please.”
“Jaem…” Jeno strokes his hair soothingly. “We can't, baby.”
Jaemin looks adorable even as he scowls, with his hair all askew and his lips swollen pink.
Then, his eyes widen. “What if we just run lines while we fuck?”
Jeno blinks at him. “What?”
“You needed an action to help you with your lines,” Jaemin reasons, already unbuttoning his pants. “This is perfect!”
“Uh, how? My character isn't going to be fucking your character on camera,” Jeno deadpans. Not over Jeno's dead body, at least.
Jaemin waves off Jeno's concerns. “It doesn't always have to be like that. Before my sort of kiss scene in that web drama, I practiced those lines while kissing a picture of you in my dressing room, and it had the same effect.”
Jeno can hardly process all of Jaemin's words. “You…what?”
“It's more about using actions to help you remember the lines,” Jaemin says. “Even if they aren't something you can use on camera, you'll remember the words because of what you did while you were saying them. Does that makes sense?”
Jeno isn't sure if his boyfriend is genuinely being helpful or conning him to get what he wants. Maybe both. “I guess?”
Jaemin gives him a cheeky grin. “Don't worry, baby,” his voice drops to a whisper as he cranes up to speak into Jeno's ear. “I'll definitely make this memorable for you.”
And maybe it's all a bunch of bullshit that might not even work, but Jeno can't bring himself to care – Jaemin is kissing him like a starved man again, and he's half-hard already. Jeno can barely string a rational thought together.
“Fuck,” he grunts when they part for air. “Take off your fucking clothes, Jaem.”
Jaemin's grin is practically victorious as he strips off his shirt and tosses it onto the ground. “That's Taehee to you.”
“I'm not calling you that while we're fucking,” Jeno mutters, taking off his own shirt and setting it down on the turf behind him.
“But that's the whole point,” Jaemin says. “We're supposed to be roleplaying.”
“I'm not saying some other guy's name while we're having sex,” Jeno insists. “End of story.”
“So I can't call you Woojin, then?” Jaemin asks teasingly, taking off his pants and tossing them on top of his shirt.
“Not unless you don't want to cum tonight,” Jeno replies, stripping off his own pants.
Jaemin lets out a quiet whimper, crossing over to where Jeno's currently stepping out of his pants.
“I wanna cum right now,” Jaemin murmurs, pulling Jeno into a hasty kiss.
Jeno lets out a muffled groan against Jaemin’s mouth. “Fuck, Jaem. I barely have my pants off.”
“Can't help it,” Jaemin says, kissing him again for good measure. “You're so hot when you're all worked up.”
Jeno finally kicks his pants behind him as he pulls Jaemin in closer by his waist. “Am I?” he asks, ghosting his lips along Jaemin’s neck.
“Mm, yeah,” Jaemin exhales, running his hands along Jeno's back just to feel his skin on his the way he's been craving. “Get on the ground.”
Jeno pauses over the spot on Jaemin's neck he was going to suck. “Now?”
Jaemin rolls his eyes and pushes at Jeno's shoulders. “Yes, now. You can't mark me up before filming, dumbass.”
“Shit,” Jeno mutters, pulling back and going to lie down on top of his shirt on the turf. “Sorry, I forgot.”
“I know,” Jaemin says, sinking down onto his knees and crawling over to where Jeno's lying. “But it's good. No unnecessary foreplay needed.”
Jaemin then straddles Jeno and smirks down at him, one hand pressed to his chest.
Jeno raises an eyebrow at him. “Well, I think the foreplay is very necessary.”
He sits up suddenly and captures Jaemin's lips in his before he flips them over so he's hovering over Jaemin, and Jaemin's back is pressed into the artificial grass.
“What are you doing?” Jeno asks, putting on his Woojin voice as he grinds his cock against the tent in Jaemin’s briefs.
They're both still wearing their underwear, and the friction makes them both groan as Jeno rolls his hips forward.
“W-what?” Jaemin asks, crying out when he feels Jeno speed his hips up. “Fuck, Jeno!”
“That's not your line,” Jeno mutters, smirking as he reaches up and grips some of Jaemin's hair in one hand. “From the top.”
Jaemin hisses in pleasure, then looks up at Jeno through his half-lidded eyes.
“You want me to practice with you,” he says, then Jeno lets out a soft moan when he feels Jaemin's hand cupping him from below, “then give me some balls first.”
Jeno groans, leaning down to clash his lips against Jaemin's in a way that feels almost primal.
Jaemin wraps a leg around Jeno's waist as they make out, using his heel to push Jeno's underwear off.
“Need it that bad?” Jeno chuckles breathily as he pulls away, reaching down to pull off his briefs finally.
Jaemin bucks his hips up against Jeno, his still clothed cock rubbing against Jeno's now bare one. “Always do. Can I put it in my mouth?”
Jeno runs his thumb across Jaemin's bottom lip, both teasing him and admiring how soft he is for a moment. “Say please.”
Jaemin narrows his eyes at him, then caves and gives him a pleading look instead. “Please let me suck your cock.”
Jeno pushes himself off Jaemin and sits on the ground a few feet away from him, then pats his lap. “Crawl over here then, baby.”
On his hands and knees, Jaemin makes his way over to Jeno, dark eyes never leaving his.
When he makes his way to Jeno, Jaemin leans down and ghosts his breath along Jeno's thighs and hard cock. He then surprises Jeno by licking a quick stripe along his shaft.
“Fuck, does everything taste better after a few days of not fucking?” Jaemin asks, before swiping a kitten lick at the tip of Jeno's cock. “You taste so good right now…”
“I think you're just horny,” Jeno laughs, which then turns into a moan as Jaemin lightly suckles on his tip.
Jaemin then starts taking him into his mouth, gagging on Jeno's cock when it's halfway into his throat. Jeno closes his eyes and swears up at the ceiling as Jaemin's throat tightens around him.
Jaemin pulls off Jeno's cock with a gasp, looking up at Jeno with teary eyes. “You must be feeling it too,” he pants. “Just look at these.”
Jeno groans when Jaemin reaches up and squeezes at his balls, once, before running his thumb across them.
“So heavy…” Jaemin murmurs. “Can't wait to see how thick your load is.”
“Jaem,” Jeno exhales, lacing his fingers through Jaemin's hair.
“Where do you want to put it?” Jaemin asks teasingly. “Down my throat? On my face? In my ass? All of the above?”
Jaemin swallows Jeno's cock back down his throat before he can even answer, and Jeno lets out a loud moan.
“Shit, Jaemin!” Jeno cries, then tugs on his boyfriend's hair. “Fuck, stop, I'm gonna cum.”
Jaemin just looks up at Jeno through his lashes and cups his balls with one hand, fucking Jeno further into his throat.
“I'm, ah, serious,” Jeno grits out. “Don't wanna finish like this.”
Jaemin pulls off with a whine, but his eyes glimmer with excitement. “Are you gonna cum inside me?”
“Such a slut,” Jeno mutters, swiping away a mix of drool and precum gathered by Jaemin's mouth. “Wanna be fucked so bad, huh?”
Jaemin nods eagerly while he slips a hand down his waistband to tug his underwear off, the fucking minx. “Yeah, I wanna feel you so bad, Jen.”
His boyfriend makes his way to Jeno's lap, sitting on top of him and bracketing Jeno with his thighs.
“I don't even have any lube, Jaem,” Jeno murmurs into Jaemin's ear as he rests his head against his shoulder.
“Doesn't matter,” Jaemin shrugs. “Spit will do.”
Jeno frowns. “That's gonna hurt you and you know it.”
Jaemin shoots him a look, then rolls his eyes. “Fine. If you must know…I stretched myself before this.”
“...You did?”
“Yeah,” Jaemin huffs. “Now can you please just f–”
“When?”
Jaemin looks a little flustered. “When…we were on the phone and you were saying lines to me. It was hot.”
Jeno blinks, trying to remember if he'd heard Jaemin let out any breathy noises or moans while he was sitting in the backseat of his manager's car, reading over the script aloud.
“Don't get mad,” Jaemin says. “You never said I couldn't touch myself for the next three months, and I deserve to have at least that.”
“I'm not mad,” Jeno chuckles, pressing a kiss to Jaemin's forehead. “...Did you cum?”
“No,” Jaemin sighs, looking up at Jeno. “That's why I need you. I want it so bad, Jen.”
“You poor thing,” Jeno murmurs, running his fingers along the bare skin of Jaemin's back just to feel him shiver against him. “Can't grip a bat, can't even touch yourself properly…”
Jaemin whines when Jeno runs the tip of his finger along the slit of his cock. He's already wet with precum.
“Let's see if you can at least taste yourself correctly,” Jeno says, holding his finger out to Jaemin for him to suck.
Jaemin wraps his lips around Jeno's finger and looks up at him through his half-lidded gaze as he sucks it down.
He then drags his tongue back up to the tip of Jeno's finger and lets out a slightly muffled, “More.”
Jeno obliges, sticking another finger into Jaemin's mouth. “That's it, baby. Get ‘em all nice and wet for me.”
Jaemin swallows Jeno's fingers down to his knuckles, slicking them up. He slides them out of his mouth slowly and rasps out, “Inside, please.”
Jeno takes one of his spit-slick fingers and presses it to Jaemin's rim, circling it a few times before he begins to press it inside.
“Mm, fuck,” Jaemin mutters as Jeno pushes the rest of his finger inside his tight heat. “Needed this.”
“You sure? Already loosened up so much,” Jeno teases, slipping the tip of his second finger past Jaemin's rim. “Look, I can already put two in, no problem.”
Jaemin paws helplessly at Jeno's back, gasping as he starts fucking his fingers inside him. “God, Jeno!”
“Such a little slut,” Jeno murmurs into Jaemin's ear as he fingers him. “You just have to cum every day, don't you? Can't go more than a few hours without something in this slutty hole?”
“Oh, fuck,” Jaemin cries, clenching around Jeno's fingers. “Please just fuck me already, please!”
Jeno scissors his fingers inside Jaemin's tight heat, spreading him wider to make him groan. “I will, baby. But first…what are you doing?”
Jaemin shuts his eyes and rolls his hips forward, desperate for Jeno now. “...Batting,” he pants.
“No, I mean,” Jeno sighs, sliding his fingers in and out as he does. “Who are you? Have you played before?”
Jaemin whimpers when Jeno purposefully misses his prostate. “T-that's a secret.”
“A secret,” Jeno repeats, lips mere centimeters from Jaemin's. He makes sure to thrust his fingers in deeper as he recites, “Are you ever going to answer me properly?”
Jaemin lets out a breathy moan as he buries his sweaty forehead into Jeno's chest. “Are you, ah, ever going to pitch properly?”
Jaemin then lifts his head to stare Jeno down, as if he's actually challenging him to do something.
Jeno takes the hint and slips his fingers out, then grips the base of his cock with one hand and guides the tip to Jaemin's rim.
“Ah, yes!” Jaemin exhales, lifting his hips before letting himself slowly sink down onto Jeno's cock.
“Wait,” Jeno pauses. “Can we just run it one more time? Sorry, I–”
“Jeno, if you don't start fucking me with your dick,” Jaemin grits out, “I'm gonna beat you with that bat over there.”
“Please, just one more–fuck!”
“Ooh!” Jaemin lets out a loud moan in Jeno's ear as he starts riding Jeno's cock himself. “There, happy? Now it's your line.”
Jeno groans and grips Jaemin's hips, watching as his boyfriend sinks his perfect ass onto his cock over and over. “What…what are you doing?”
“Batting!” Jaemin exclaims, taking even more of Jeno's cock inside.
“N-no, I mean,” Jeno lets out a whine when Jaemin clenches around his tip, just barely giving him a taste of what he wants. “Who are you? Have you – fuck – played before?”
Jaemin slowly rolls his hips, taking his time on his way down Jeno's cock. “That's a secret,” he whispers into Jeno's ear.
“A secret,” Jeno recites, then moans when Jaemin fully seats himself on his aching cock. “Are you ever going to answer me properly?”
Jaemin grins devilishly. “Are you ever going to pitch properly?”
And Jeno can't take it anymore.
He takes Jaemin by the hips and pushes him to the ground, fucking into him with earnest now.
Jeno slams his hips forward as he recites his next line in the script. “Who do you think you are, huh?” he asks breathily.
Jaemin mewls beneath Jeno, gripping onto Jeno's biceps as he rolls his hips up to meet his harsh thrusts.
“I-I'm, I…fuck!” Jaemin stutters out, breaking character.
“Who are you?” Jeno repeats, feeling himself losing it too as he punctuates each word with a snap of his hips. “Who do you think you are?”
“Your slut!” Jaemin answers with a cry. “I'm your slut, Jeno, all yours….’m yours!”
“Yeah?” Jeno asks. “You're my little slut? You missed being held down and fucked like this?”
Jaemin whimpers, digging his nails into Jeno's back. “Yes! I wanna cum so bad, Jen, please make me cum…!”
“God, you're so fucking tight,” Jeno mutters as he thrusts deeper into Jaemin's hole. “I think I'm gonna cum already.”
Jaemin whines as Jeno rocks his hips forward even faster. “Holy shit, Jen,” he gasps. “Inside me, please cum inside me.”
“Yeah? You want me to fill you up with my cum?” Jeno mutters as he fucks into Jaemin. “Gonna plug you up so nice and full you'll feel it for days. Maybe it'll leak out of you while we're filming.”
Jaemin moans loudly at that. “God, yes. Give it to me,” he begs, clenching around Jeno like a vice. “Wanna feel you inside.”
Jeno thrusts forward quickly as he chases his high, gripping Jaemin's thighs as he fucks him hard and fast.
“Shit, I'm close too,” Jaemin mumbles, throwing his head back in ecstasy as his cock twitches helplessly against his stomach.
“Cum with me,” Jeno pleads. “Wanna see you fall apart on my cock for me, Jaem.”
Jaemin whines as he reaches down and takes his own leaking cock in hand, stroking himself in time with Jeno's thrusts.
“This is how,” Jaemin cuts himself off with a quiet moan, “I touched myself to you.”
Jeno watches as Jaemin desperately jerks himself off, his little pink cock leaking in his fist as he throws his head back with another cry, cheeks flushed and eyes teary with need.
He looks so hot, and he's so warm inside, and Jeno's fucking aching for release.
“Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Jaem,” he mutters as his hips stutter.
“Fill me up, Jeno, please,” Jaemin begs. “Cum inside me, ah!”
Jeno spills inside Jaemin with a quiet groan, cock buried fully inside him.
Jaemin clenches tightly around Jeno, like he's trying to squeeze out every drop, as he cums into to his fist with a gasp.
They stay like that for a moment until Jeno finally goes soft, and he pulls out only to watch his cum leak out of Jaemin's ass – and feels his cock stir again.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, using his shirt to clean Jaemin's cock off first, then himself. “That felt amazing.”
“Yeah, it did. Did you get hotter over the last five days?” Jaemin asks, lifting his head up to look at Jeno. “Or have you been practicing dirty talk instead of your lines this whole time?”
Jeno laughs and tosses his soiled shirt at Jaemin. “Shut up.”
“It was good,” Jaemin says, giving him a blissed out smile.
“Good. Just think of how much better it'll feel when we go for a month without fucking.”
Jaemin's face falls quickly. “Absolutely not. You are not about to deprive me of that for a whole month, Lee Jeno.”
Jeno shoots him a cheeky grin. “That's Lee Woojin to you.”
“Oh, so now you want to get into character?” Jaemin scoffs.
Jeno shrugs. “We've got a couple more hours in here…might as well see if your memory trick sticks.”
Jaemin raises an eyebrow at that. “Are you saying…?”
Jeno leans forward and kisses Jaemin deeply. “What are you doing?” he asks in a low voice.
Jaemin grins and drapes his arms around Jeno's neck. “Oh, I'm batting a thousand.”