Purrfect Halloween

by orphan_account

Summary:

Bang Chan loses a bet to Felix. The punishment is simple, wear whatever costume that Felix chooses to the company Halloween party. But Felix has an ulterior motive.

“No…” Chan looked up from the bag he held open in his hands. “No, you can’t do this to me, Felix.”

Felix shrugged. “I can. You lost, and the deal was any costume.”

“This isn’t a costume, man, this is a strip club uniform.” Chan reached into the bag and pulled out a small black skirt. “How will this thing even fit me?”

“It’ll fit, I made sure to get your size. And I included pants, so you won’t be wearing just the skirt. It’s too cold for that, and I’m not a monster.”

“The jury is still out on that.” Chan dropped the skirt back into the bag and slumped onto the bed. “This is for the company party,” he pleaded.

When Felix remained quiet, Chan groaned, flopping back onto his pillows. “All the groups will be there.”

“Well not all.”

“Enough. And cameras! What will STAY say?”

“That you must have lost a bet, and will likely end up spending the next week deciding who put you in that outfit until you say something.”

Chan grumbled, kicking his feet. “I didn’t know you could be so cruel.”

“Well, you shouldn’t make a bet unless you know you’ll win. New lessons every day, even from our brave leader.” Felix crouched and snagged the bag, holding it up. “Want my help dressing, or are you good? We have an hour before we go.”

Chan glared from under his arm, slung across his eyes. “I don’t need help.”

“Good. When you’re done, let me know – I’ll come in and do the makeup.”

“Makeup?” Chan hissed, sitting upright again.
“Well, of course – you can’t complete the costume without makeup.”

Chan’s cheeks pinked up, though it wasn’t clear if it was shame or anger. Sticking around to find out didn’t seem like a great idea. Felix dropped the bag on the bed next to him and hurried out of the bedroom, shutting the door quickly.

 

The costume wasn’t as bad as he’d considered; he did take a small joy in knowing it would be embarrassing – but he didn’t want to completely humiliate the man. Deep down, Felix knew the reason, and it was pure green envy. This party would be big – most of the active JYP groups coming together to celebrate, as well as a number of suits and other employees from the company.

And they would be there. The person that Chan had been texting so often, that soft smile on his lips that twisted Felix’s stomach into a ball of rage. He used to be the only recipient of that smile. He didn’t know if anything was going on between Minsun and Chan – and he knew even if there was, it wasn’t his place to interfere, but he couldn’t help it.

He’d had partners back home, but he’d never felt anything like he did with Chan. Some deep pull, starting as a crush but turning into so much more. It would never work – they were group mates and always in the public eye – something like this could ruin the group and their individual careers – but he’d always kept a small sliver of hope that someday… After retirement, maybe – he’d wait that long without hesitation. Or if things changed in the industry, or the laws… The chance was small, one in a million – but it had also been a one in a million chance that he met Chan in the first place.

 

Felix was finishing up his own makeup when his phone buzzed.

‘fine, do the makeup’ was Chan’s message. Felix grinned. He looked in the mirror once more, adding a touch more color to his mouth. “What do you think?” He asked.

Hyunjin glanced up from where he was sprawled out on his bed. His gaze narrowed, looking Felix up and down. He nodded. “It’s good,” he said finally, smiling, “It looks cute on you.”

Felix grinned at that. He grabbed the makeup supplies before heading back to Chan’s room.

He opened the door after knocking once, scowling when he found it empty. “Chan?” He stepped into the room. “Chris, where’d you go?” He glanced out the door.

“This is horrible,” Chan mumbled. His voice was muffled by the closed closet door. Felix chuckled. He kicked the door shut and went to the closet, tugging it open.

Chan yanked it back closed. “I’m not going, I look foolish.”

“You’ve worn far worse losing on variety shows.”

“This isn’t a variety show, it’s my life,” Chan whined, holding the door shut when Felix tugged again.

“Well, if you don’t go, people will ask. And I won’t lie.”

“What would you say?”

“That you refused to go because you lost a bet and didn’t like your costume. Then everyone will wonder what you were supposed to be. Can you imagine the scandalous thoughts they’d have?”

Chan groaned, and Felix heard a thump. He tugged the door again, pleased when it opened.

Chan was standing in his closet, mouth turned down into a scowling pout.

Felix stepped back, taking a moment to look over the costume. The spit in his mouth dried completely, choking him when he tried to swallow. The black jeans hugged every inch of Chan’s muscular legs, lengthening them even as they disappeared under the skirt. He was glad he’d gone with the jeans option; the skirt was far too tiny not to flash everyone the second he moved. Felix could see the furry black tail hanging down, the tip bright white against the jeans, and knew it was attached to a belt under the skirt.

Chan’s stomach was bare, the cropped black tank top stopping just below his pecs even with his arms down. His muscles were defined and perfect – as always, and the cut of the top highlighted both those and his large biceps as he crossed his arms in front of himself. The headband with upright cat ears dangled from his fingers, his hands covered with black fingerless gloves, which had paw pads printed on the palms.

“Wh—” Felix blinked, realizing that Chan was watching him stare. He swallowed again to try and get his tongue to move. “Where’s the collar?”

Chan’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t…”

“You’re a kitten,” Felix said, hating the way his stomach flipped. “You need your collar.” He went to the bag and reached in, plucking up the rich purple leather collar. He approached Chan and hooked it around his neck, slipping two fingers under it to make sure it wasn’t too tight. The tag was a deep bronze, Chan’s English name engraved on it. A small bell hung next to it.

He grabbed the headband from Chan’s fingers and took his hand, tugging him forward out of the closet.

“You don’t look bad,” Felix said, guilt outweighing the pleasure at Chan’s embarrassment. He looked miserable. “Honestly,” he added when Chan looked up at him.

“Yeah?” He looked in the mirror, grimacing. “I feel silly.”

“It’s Halloween. It’s okay to feel silly. I think you look really good. The costume makes you look really big.” He slid his hands down Chan’s upper arms to emphasize.

“You think so?” Chan turned a bit, examining himself a little closer. Felix smiled softly. “Yes.”

Chan bit his lip, then grimaced. “I still hate it,” he mumbled, crossing his arms.

“Come on, lemme do the makeup.” Felix tugged Chan to the bed and sat with him, leaning close to begin applying the makeup.

Whiskers, a cute nose, a few freckles, a dash of eyeliner and eyeshadow to make the look more mature, and a touch of dark gloss – entirely unnecessary – but Felix would do anything to have an excuse to touch Chan’s lips. He sat back when he was finished and nodded, reaching up to fix Chan’s bangs and hair after placing the headband in the right spot.

“It looks great!” He said with false enthusiasm. It really did look good – and that was the damn problem. The image he’d had in his head of Chan’s embarrassment was nothing like this. He was a muscular, grown man wearing a kitten costume – he shouldn’t be this attractive!

Even his scowl couldn’t detract from how well everything fit on him.

“Thank you.” His voice deadpanned.

“Do you like my costume?” Felix asked, rising and doing a spin to show it off. He wore his own black jeans, tight to his body, and topped with a slightly tattered skirt. The black fabric had a slight shimmer mixed with a bit of rich eggplant purple ruffled tulle. His top was a mix of the same shade of purple and black, the fabric sheer and tattered underneath a black faux corset that covered his chest well enough not to get him in any trouble on camera. The finishing touches were a set of tattered purple, black and gold fairy wings and a flower crown of dark flowers held into his hair with small braids. His makeup matched the color scheme as well, and he’d added purple contacts as a final personal touch.

Chan’s scowl deepened when Felix met his gaze. “You don’t like it?” Felix pressed.

“What are you? You were gonna be a vampire again, weren’t you?”

“I changed my mind. It’s a dark fairy…” Felix touched the edge of the skirt, his heart squeezing painfully. “I thought it would be cute.”

“It is,” Chan said, though his tone implied the opposite. Felix tried to smile in thanks. “We should go. Your black boots will look good with the costume.” He said, gathering up the makeup and putting it into the bag that had previously held Chan’s costume.

Chan rose, brushing past him to get his shoes on. Felix paused, watching him. His heart squeezed again, and his stomach tightened into a little knot. The skirt hid Chan’s ass somewhat, but Felix could still make it out, lifted perfectly with the style of jeans. He wondered what Chan would look like without the jeans – just that skirt, maybe the tail… How his thighs would feel under Felix’s hands…

Felix coughed suddenly, shaking his head. Chan glanced back and Felix tried to smile again. He adjusted his skirt as casually as he could, suddenly glad for its layers to hide the bulge he knew had grown and was pressing painfully against the zipper of the jeans. “I promised Hyunjin I’d help him with his costume.” He hurried past Chan and back out the door, swearing in his head. What he accidentally gotten himself into tonight?  

 

 

The party was large, taking place outdoors to allow for more invitees, with a great caterer selection and music that covered the whole span of artists employed by the company. The group had been piled into two cars, Felix riding with Chan’s dorm out of convenience – and partly to hear the initial reactions from the members when he finally dragged Chan out of his room.  

The reaction was, for the most part, a series of quips about his outfit and cat jokes, as well as titters all around, leaving a rather sulky Chan in the farthest back seat of the van. Felix sat next to him, doing his best to keep his eyes from wandering too far to his left. The jeans were doing all they could to stay together, his thigh muscles straining at them as he sat. Even relaxed, his stomach was fit, and Felix’s fingers itched to trace the smooth flesh peeking from under the shirt. He’d intended this to be torment for Chan, and to keep his potential new crush away, not for himself.

“Is something wrong?” Chan asked, his mouth dangerously close to Felix’s ear as they walked the short distance from the car to the gated entrance. Camera flashes were blinding him, and he could hear his own name called – though from where he wasn’t sure.

He shook his head. “You?” He called back.

Chan frowned. “There’s a lot more photographers than I thought – this outfit is going to be plastered all over social media.”

“You look cute,” Felix cooed, earning a light shove that still knocked him a foot away. He laughed brightly, returning to Chan’s side.

 

Once inside the gates, the flashing stopped for the most part, a few photographers that were permitted in remaining respectful and keeping their attention to things happening on the little stage that had been set up. Felix found himself tugged toward the food table by Minho, who already looked ready to be done with the crowds. Chan disappeared from Felix’s side almost immediately after, and it took him a few minutes of searching to spot the man, standing with a few idols he recognized from other groups. One of the girls had ahold of his tail, laughing as they talked. Another surge of jealousy cut through Felix.

Someone elbowed him in the side, drawing his eyes away from Chan. Minho cocked a brow, holding up a small plate of what looked like red velvet cake. “I asked if you wanted one.”

“Oh, uh, no. Thanks.”

“Well eat something, you missed dinner while you were getting ready.”

Felix nodded, looking down at the table. Each section was a different type of food – sweets, savories, even vegetables, etcetera. All were divided into little portions to prevent people grabbing from a single dish. He grabbed a plate of cookies decorated to look like witch hats and turned his attention back to Chan. He’d moved on from the two to another group, his bright smile visible as he laughed. Some sort of punch drink had found its way into his hand, and he was nodding along to something someone said. The costume didn’t seem to be bothering him at all anymore – which was good, Felix supposed – but he had hoped for more of a reaction from others. Instead, everyone seemed to be loving it.

Felix worked his way toward Chan but found himself stopped every few feet by an idol friend, one of the managers, choreographers, to say hello. Food handed over, shared, it was easy to get caught up in the happy energy of the evening. It seemed like each time he got a chance to head to his friend, the man disappeared into the crowd once more.

He found himself on the area they’d designed as a space to dance, and it only took a few seconds for Hyunjin to drag him over.

“You look lost.” They moved to the music.

“No, I was looking for Chan,” Felix admitted. Hyunjin smirked, and Felix wondered if he knew more than he let on. He jutted his chin over Felix’s right shoulder. “Over there.”

Felix turned, his heart sinking. Chan was standing a few feet away, his head thrown back in a laugh. Next to him stood Minsun, their hand tugging lightly at the tail attached to his waist as they danced. Chan glanced over, meeting Felix’s gaze. He grinned brightly, raising his hand in a little wave. Felix tried to smile back, but he knew it may have looked more like a grimace. He faced forward again, the false smile shifting into a pout when he realized Hyunjin had moved on to chat and dance with someone else.

Felix mingled a bit more, trying to avoid looking back at Chan, who remained standing and laughing with Minsun for what felt like far longer than he had with any other person that evening. It was stupid. Felix had no real right to be jealous – he didn’t have a claim over him, and being angry over his closest friend finding someone that made him happy was a really low move. But that didn’t make it sting any less.

 

Hands wrapped around Felix’s middle from behind suddenly, and he jumped, trying to turn, but the person didn’t let him. “I saw you, Felix,” Chan’s lips were almost against his ear, his breath warm.

“Saw me when?” Felix asked, relaxing now that he knew the owner of the arms holding him.

“Watching me. You’ve been staring at me all night.”

Chan loosened his grip, letting Felix turn. He adjusted the straps holding his wings, glaring pointedly at Chan for ruffling them. His hands remained on Felix’s hips, warm through the thin fabric of the costume.

“I have not.”

“Yes, you have. Every time I’d move to a new group, I’d see you. You were staring.”

Felix glanced away, guilt warming his face. “I was just checking to see how people were reacting to your costume.”

“You’re an awful liar. But they reacted well.” Chan was smirking when Felix looked back at him. “I should thank you – I’ve been a hit with everyone. Didn’t know having someone pull my tail could be so fun.”

Felix’s expression darkened before he could stop it, and Chan’s grin brightened in return. “There it is. That look. I saw that one a lot too. You should have gone as grumpy bear with that face of yours.”

Felix tried to back up, but Chan held him tighter. “Why the glare?”

“It’s not a glare,” Felix stuttered. He glanced around, feeling like he was making a big fuss, but nobody seemed to be paying them any attention. “I’m not glaring. I don’t care who pulls your tail.”

“Is that so?” Chan tugged Felix a little closer and leaned in so only Felix could hear him. “I think you’re lying again. In fact, I know you are.”

Felix pushed back with more strength, hating the way his stomach knotted delightfully at Chan’s shoulders bare under his grip. Chan let him go this time, his expression unreadable.

“I need to use the restroom,” Felix choked out, the air becoming too thick to speak. He turned and hurried away, carefully dodging people and keeping his eyes low so he wouldn’t be stopped.

He reached the door of the building they’d left open for a restroom and tugged it open, relieved to find the hall empty. Ducking into the bathroom, Felix gripped the sides of the sink, staring at his reflection. His cheeks were a vibrant pink all the way up to his ears, the tips red. Had he honestly been so obvious? What would Chan think? He’s out there glaring at his friends and for what? What reason could he give that would make sense for him glaring at anyone who smiled in Chan’s direction?

Felix took a few deep breaths, trying to come up with something he could say if Chan pressed the matter. After fixing some of the stray bits of his makeup, he reached under his skirt into the pocket of his jeans, retrieving his lip balm. The door squeaked open as he applied it.

“I’ve never had you run from me before,” Chan said. Felix’s heart skittered into his throat, cutting off his breathing as warmth flushed his cheeks all over again. He stood straight.

“I didn’t run,” he said a little breathlessly, trying to smile. “I just had to go to the bathroom.” He forced his feet to move forward, toward the door, but Chan remained still, blocking the exit.

“Chris—People will notice us gone,” Felix tried.

“Not right away.” Chan stepped forward. Felix took a step back. Chan’s eyes narrowed. “Felix,” he murmured, his voice so low it was nearly a purr – unnervingly fitting with his costume. Another step forward, and Felix stepped back again.

“Chan—What are you doing?”

“I don’t want you to run from me. We need to talk about something.” He moved forward again, and Felix moved, his back smacking the outer wall of the toilet stall. Chan moved quickly then, pressing himself against Felix and grabbing his wrists. Their noses brushed, and Felix gasped at the intensity of Chan’s stare.

“Are you jealous?” Chan whispered.

“J—What? No.” Felix’s laugh was strained. He looked away, catching sight of them in the mirror. Though they were the same height, Chan seemed to tower over him, hiding most of Felix’s body with his own.

“You can’t lie to me. I’ve known you for years. I know you better than anyone, don’t I?” When Felix didn’t meet his gaze, Chan’s grip tightened just a bit on his wrists. “Felix.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I know I don’t have any right,” Felix mumbled. “To be jealous.”

Chan chuckled. He released Felix’s wrists but stayed close to him, reaching back. He dragged his tail forward, shaking it playfully. “You wanna pull my tail?” He teased.

Felix looked away again. He knew he should smile and play along – anything to break the tension thickening the air between them.

“Or is it something else?” Chan guessed. He placed his free hand against the stall wall near Felix’s head. “You’re not just mad about them liking my costume, are you?”

Felix remained silent.

Chan leaned close enough that his lips brushed Felix’s cheek. “Is that why you were adjusting that skirt all night, Felix?”

Fear crept up past the shame. Felix pressed himself tighter against the wall, forcing himself to swallow down the lump in his throat.

“I’m sorry—”

“Why didn’t you say something before?” Chan whispered. He dropped the tail and set his hand on Felix’s hip. “How long?”

“How long what?” Felix hoped maybe if he played dumb, Chan wouldn’t press.

“How long have you had a crush? Or… Is it more? Less – Maybe it’s just lust?”

“No. It’s more than that—” Felix bit his lip, screwing his eyes shut at the slip. When Chan didn’t react, he sighed, shoulders slouching. “Years. Probably since I first met you – but… I didn’t realize it. It’s been there almost as long as I remember knowing you though, really.”

“You never told me.”

“Why would I?” Felix looked at him, surprised to see a gentleness in Chan’s gaze. “You made it clear you didn’t think of me like that.”

“When did I imply that?”

“Always calling me bro, saying how close we are, like real brothers, like a family – I thought you knew, or… Had an idea. And were just… Setting boundaries.”

Chan’s brows furrowed, his face twisting into something like a grimace. “I didn’t mean it like that. I thought you liked it when I called you family, my brother.”

“I don’t not like it,” Felix mumbled. He looked down. “I just figured it would go away. The crush.”

Chan squeezed Felix’s hip. “When I call you that, it wasn’t telling you to stay away, ‘Lix. I just meant that we’re going to be together through everything. Anything. I meant it when I told you we had a connection that’s deeper than music or friendship. Don’t you remember?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about that.”

Chan reached over, catching Felix’s face in his hand. He stroked his thumb over his jaw. “I don’t think of you as a brother in that sense. And I wouldn’t ever set boundaries… Not with you. Not about that… So, why the costume, hm?” Chan glanced down at himself. “Some secret fetish?”

Felix huffed out quiet laugh, pulling his face from Chan’s grip.

“You’re blushing. It is, isn’t it?”

“No!” Felix shook his head. “I mean, it isn’t. It wasn’t because of that.”

Chan stepped back then, spinning playfully in a circle. “So why then?”

“I wanted… I wanted them to stay away from you.”

“Who?”

“Minsun.”

“Minsun? Why?”

Felix hesitated. Being honest would mean sharing so much more than he already had. But lying felt worse, especially given how much Chan knew.

“Your smile,” he mumbled. “When you text them or talk with them. You smile in that certain way. Like you’re…” He hung his head. “Like you’re in love. You used to only give that smile to me. It made me upset. And you’re right – I was jealous. I am jealous. Even though it was just a stupid fantasy I wanted you to give me that smile and have it mean something. Something more than brothers or group mates or friends.”

Felix hugged himself. “I wanted you. So I did that hoping they’d laugh instead of flirt, and maybe you’d come to me instead, because I’d never laugh at you.”

“Oh Felix,” Chan whispered. He reached out, his hand freezing when Felix flinched away. “I’m not going to hurt you. You know me better than that.”

“That was before I confessed I’ve been in love with you for years.”

“It hasn’t changed. I won’t hurt you. Not in any way.” Chan cupped Felix’s cheek. “Do you think my costume is cute, Felix?”

Felix nodded, keeping his eyes downcast.

“Is that so?” Chan stepped forward again, closing the small gap between them. “Or is it… Sexy?” He touched his own bare stomach. “Does it turn you on?”

“Chan—Don’t—”

“Why shouldn’t I? You put me in this. You told me you wanted me tonight. Isn’t this a dream come true?” Chan reached out, cupping Felix’s groin under the skirt.

Felix pushed his hand away. “Not if you don’t want it. I don’t want you to do this out of pity or charity. I don’t want this if you don’t want it yourself – your own thoughts and needs.” He tried to side step away, but Chan grabbed him and pressed him against the wall again, flattening their bodies together.

“Who says I don’t?”

“You never…” Felix shook his head. “You never showed any sign. I was looking, I’d have seen it.”

“I didn’t. Because I didn’t imagine you’d be silly enough to fall for the leader of your own group.” Chan’s thumb brushed Felix’s jaw. “You’re so pretty and kind. So thoughtful and worried about everyone but yourself. It’s trouble to have a work affair, you know. Especially with someone in positions like ours. Plus… I kind of always wondered if you had something going with Hyunjin, and just weren’t telling anyone.”

Felix snorted, laughing in surprise. “What? No. God, no. He’s nice but… Friends only.”

“Good. To be honest,” Chan admitted, sliding his other hand back under Felix’s skirt. “I was getting a little jealous of him myself.”

He cupped Felix’s groin once more, pressing gently and chuckling when Felix’s eyelids fluttered shut. Chan’s lips were warm against Felix’s neck, soft kisses tracing down the curve of it as Chan teased him through his jeans. Felix whined softly, toes curling in his boots.

“Stop—” He whispered.

Chan removed his hand, setting it on the side of Felix’s thigh.

“What’s wrong? I do want it, I’m not lying.” He murmured, lips against his collarbone.

“No, I know... But someone could walk in,” Felix whispered. “We shouldn’t.”

“You’re right.” Chan backed up, and Felix was almost disappointed. Though he knew it was right to stop them, he’d almost hoped Chan wouldn’t care.

“Come on.”

“Where?”

Chan grabbed Felix’s hand and pulled him around the stall. He pushed him into it and stepped in himself, locking the door. “Now they won’t see.”

Felix laughed breathlessly, his heart slipping a beat. “What are we doing?”

Chan’s own smile faded a little. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”

He cupped the back of Felix’s neck and pulled him forward.

Chan’s lips were soft and full, just as Felix had imagined. Their mouths fit together perfectly, the gentle kiss deepening when Chan pressed him against the wall once more.

He grabbed Felix’s wrists, pinning them above his head as he began to press kisses along the curve of his neck. He nuzzled Felix’s ear, nipping the lobe. Felix felt Chan smile against his skin.

“What?” Felix asked, breathless.

“You think I’m a pretty kitty?” Chan asked, his voice low despite the laughable comment. He nuzzled his nose against Felix’s ear again and purred loudly, startling a laugh out of Felix.

“Shh,” Chan whispered. He slid his hands slowly down Felix’s arms, letting them go as he moved his grip over his sides and down to his hips. He found the zipper of the skirt and undid it, letting it fall. The belt buckle came next, and then Felix’s button and jeans zipper.

Chan pulled back, his eyes almost black with how wide the pupils had blown. His cheeks were mottled, one whisker slightly smudged. Felix swallowed hard.

“Yeah, by the way,” he mumbled.

“Yeah what?”

“You’re pretty.” He smiled, glancing away when Chan smirked. He reached up and touched one of his cat ears.

“Making me blush.” He joked. He sank to his knees in front of Felix suddenly, looking up at him.

“Wh— Chan, we can’t—”

“Do you want to?” Chan asked, teasing his fingers over the cloth covered curve of Felix’s cock, swelling more without the pinch of the jeans.

“Yeah, but—”

“Then we can. Just don’t make noise.” Chan pushed the jeans down a bit and then the boxers, freeing Felix’s cock.

Felix covered his mouth with one hand, stifling the moan that threatened to escape from the sight alone.

Chan smirked up at him, licking his lips. He pulled off the fingerless gloves he wore for the costume and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans before reaching up and fisting Felix’s cock. He pumped it a few times, making Felix whine against his palm, throbbing in Chan’s grip.

“I always wondered how big you were,” Chan commented casually. “I’m proud I was pretty close.”

Felix’s brows knitted together. Did he mean…

“I wonder if you’ll taste like I imagined too.” Chan leaned forward, darting his tongue out and swiping over the tip. He smirked and nodded. “Better.” He licked again, pressing his palm against Felix’s pubic mound, using it to keep his cock out straight. He began to lick along his cock, keeping eye contact with Felix as he did.

The places he licked began to cool in the air, creating a drastic temperature difference where his tongue had been and presently was.

“Fuck—” Felix hissed. He reached out, gently stroking one of the ears before running his fingers lightly through Chan’s hair. “That feels good,” he whispered.

Chan swiped his tongue along the underside of Felix’s cock, pressing a kiss to the tip. “Yeah?” He whispered. “Like the kitten licks?” He teased.

Felix laughed, shaking his head. He dropped his head back against the stall. “You’re terrible.”

“You aren’t complaining.” He stuck his tongue out and winked playfully before running it over Felix’s cock again. When Felix looked down at him, he opened his mouth and moved his head forward, sliding the tip past his lips.

Felix gasped, his legs nearly giving out. He slumped against the wall, still staring down at Chan. He moaned against his palm when Chan began to suck his cock, his head bobbing gently along the length of it.

Chan’s mouth was warm and wet, the suction better than anything Felix had ever imagined. His tongue swiped along the sensitive veins, quiet swallowing and sucking noises adding to the imagery.

Felix dropped his hand down, setting it on Chan’s head. He laughed brokenly, ending in a gasp when Chan sucked harder on him before pulling off.

“What’s funny?” He asked, his lips wet.

“The leader of my group…” Felix whispered. “Is on his knees in a cat costume… Giving me a blowjob… This feels like a dream. Or a joke.”

Chan smirked. “No joke, ‘Lix… And no dream, fortunately. Have you dreamed about me sucking your cock like this?”

The words hit Felix like a delightful slap, his cock twitching and stomach knotting, sending a shot of pleasure to his balls. He tried to answer, realizing his mouth had dried. He nodded after a second.

“Yeah? Was I any good?” Chan asked, stroking Felix’s spit slicked cock gently.

He nodded again.

“Is it better in real life?” Chan teased.

A rapid nod. Felix wanted so badly to tell him to put him in his mouth again, push his head down and slide his cock back into that perfect, warm space, but he couldn’t do anything but stare. Chan stick his tongue out, licking gently over the tip.

Felix finally gathered enough spit in his mouth to speak. “This is obscene,” he whispered. Chan laughed softly. He licked again, swiping the tip of his tongue directly along Felix’s slit. It sent sparks up his spine and dragged a soft whine from his throat.

“It should be,” Chan agreed. “I’m on my knees, in a bathroom stall, sucking your cock while all our label mates, our group, is a few hundred feet away… And I’m gonna make you come.”

He sank back down on Felix’s cock, not stopping until the tip bumped the back of his throat. Felix gasped, covering his mouth with both hands to muffle his shout and screwing his eyes shut at the sudden intensity of it. His sensitive tip nudged as far back in Chan’s throat as he could for a second before Chan pulled back, the cool air on his wet shaft causing goosebumps all over his body.

“Don’t shut your eyes,” Chan growled. Felix forced his eyes open, feeling himself begin to shiver gently with excitement and overstimulation.

Chan looked up at him, all humor gone from his expression. Felix could see the skirt moving on Chan’s lap, his hand disappearing under it.

“Are you—” he rasped.

Chan smirked. “Jerking off with your dick down my throat? You bet. Don’t close your eyes again. I might bite if you do,” he threated, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

Felix nodded. He bit down on his lips, letting his hands fall to his sides.

Chan took him back into his mouth, moaning softly around his cock as he began to move once more. Felix set his hand on Chan’s head gently, watching his face to make sure it was okay. When he didn’t pull away, Felix let his fingers tangle in his hair, beginning to push a little on each down stroke.

Chan’s nostrils flared. He shifted, opening his mouth a little wider. He stopped moving his head on his own. Felix’s balls tightened further, pressing close to his body. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Gently at first, he began pushing Chan’s head down. When the tip bumped his throat, he pulled back on his head, whining softly when Chan closed his lips and sucked.

Felix heard the telltale sound of fabric rustling and the damp sound of skin sliding together, his gaze lowering to where Chan was quickly stroking himself. He was desperate to move the skirt, see his cock, watch him, but the warm squeeze of Chan’s mouth and tongue was too much to stop.

He began to twist his hips, pumping them forward. Chan picked up bobbing his own head, meeting Felix’s thrusts halfway. Felix grunted softly, chewing his lips to keep from crying out in delight.

“I’m gonna—” He rasped, his voice drying up once more as he gasped in pleasure.

The corners of Chan’s eyes turned up in as close to a smile as he could manage, and he gave a firm nod. He began to bob his head faster, soft clicks and gulps slipping out when Felix’s cock nudged the soft, small entrance to his throat.

Felix shuddered, his body tensing as it neared the breaking point. His gasp turned to a surprised shout when he nudged his throat just as Chan swallowed, the suction shoving him over the edge. His balls throbbed and released, cock jerking as he came. Felix’s body shuddered, fingers gripping Chan’s head as he struggled to keep his eyes open, watch as his cheeks hollowed, sucking hard to draw out Felix’s pleasure. He whined softly, stomach aching from the tension in his muscles as his cock spurted one last time, a weak dribble signaling the end of his pleasure.

Chan sucked once more and pulled back, letting his mouth hang open. Felix could see his milky release coating Chan’s tongue, obscene and delightful. Chan closed his lips and swallowed, his gaze not breaking from Felix’s as he did.

Felix slumped against the wall as Chan rose. He pressed a kiss to his jaw, still stroking his cock.

“Was that your first blowjob?” Chan asked.

Felix shook his head.

“Aw, too bad.” He chuckled.

“But it was the first one I came from,” Felix admitted. Chan smirked against his cheek.

“Aw, thanks for the ego boost,” he teased, sounding annoyingly attractive even though it with his breathless gasps. “Have you ever been fucked?”

Felix was surprised his body had enough energy to warm his cheeks with the familiar embarrassed blush. He nodded.
“A f— few times.”

“Since coming here?”

Felix shook his head, closing his eyes tightly.

“Hm.” Chan pressed his nose against Felix’s cheek before moving over and nipping along his neck. “Was I a good kitty for you, Felix?” He grumbled.

Felix giggled. “You won’t let that go, will you?”

“You’re the one that got hard seeing me in a cat costume, bro. I’m just helping your kink.”

Felix pouted, leaning back. “Don’t call me bro,” he whined.

Chan’s expression turned solemn for a moment. “It doesn’t mean… I promise, it doesn’t.”

“I know. But I still don’t like. Especially since you just sucked my dick. That’s weird.”

Chan chuckled. “Fair enough. I’ll stop. Baby then? Better?”

Felix nodded quickly at that.

Chan nodded in agreement. “You didn’t answer my question. Was I a good kitty for you?” He pressed.

Felix rolled his eyes. “Yes, you were a good kitty, Chan.”

“Doesn’t that mean you should give me belly rubs?” Chan took his hand and placed it on his stomach. Felix felt a smile spreading across his face despite his best efforts, understanding. He nodded, standing up straight. He gently stroked along Chan’s belly, feeling the muscles quiver under his touch as Chan tensed and released his stomach. He bit his bottom lip, slumping against the stall wall.

Felix began to move lower with each swipe of his hand, finally reaching the skirt, jutting obscenely with his erection. He slid his hand under the skirt and wrapped his hand around the shaft. It was thick and silken, throbbing with arousal.

Felix bit his lip, his stomach twisting in arousal despite the protest in his cock. He began to stroke Chan slowly, leaning forward to run his lips gently over his jaw.

It didn’t take long before Chan’s hips were twitching forward. “Harder,” he whispered.

Felix obeyed, shivering at the groan he received in return. “I want you to come over tonight,” Chan whispered, his breath coming in quick pants as they stroked his cock together. “Wanna fuck you… Listen to you moan for me… Oh!”

He grabbed Felix’s hand from his cock suddenly and pressed it against his tip. Felix gasped, feeling Chan’s cock throb and begin to spill in his palm. Chan shuddered and moaned against his neck.

“Tonight,” Felix agreed in a shaky whisper. He reached his other hand over to stroke Chan through the orgasm, cupping the palm over him to catch as much as he could. “I’ll stay over.”

Chan groaned, gripping Felix’s arms. His hips twitched forward and he shuddered.

Felix carefully removed his palm, looking at the come in it.

Chan grabbed toilet paper, carefully wiping it away. He smiled almost shyly.

“Sorry, I didn’t think; I should’ve used this.”

“I don’t mind.” Felix said. He took the paper and finished cleaning his palm before dropping it in the toilet behind them.

They fixed their jeans in silence, the reality of what had happened sinking in. Felix glanced over, worry twisting his gut when Chan wouldn’t look at him. Had he said too much? Was Chan regretting this?

“Well, we should get back out there.” Chan said. He unlocked the door and peeked out before stepping out and over to the mirror to fix his makeup.

Felix stood behind him, hugging his chest worriedly. Their gazes met in the mirror, and Chan’s face drooped.

“We should talk, huh? Now that we aren’t…” He motioned to the stall as he turned around. Felix nodded. He lowered his gaze, hating this feeling of insecurity that was creeping in.

“Do you regret it?” He whispered.

“What? That?” Chan paused. “No. Not at all, I was afraid you might. I didn’t ask exactly what you wanted.”

Felix shook his head. “I don’t regret it. I wanted it. And I meant what I said after.” He looked up at Chan. “I’ll stay with you tonight… I want to. If you do.”

“You want me to? Us to, I mean?”

Felix nodded. “I do.”

Chan relaxed then, smiling. “If you change your mind, don’t be afraid to tell me.” He reached out, pulling at Felix’s arm until he dropped his hand so Chan could hold it. “Please don’t hide things from me again.”

“I won’t.”

Chan pulled him close and pressed a kiss to his mouth. A new warmth spread through Felix, this time from the center of his chest. He leaned into Chan for a moment before pulling back.

“We should get out there again. Before someone comes looking.” Chan whispered.

“Maybe you should go first. So it doesn’t look like we just… Did exactly what we just did.”

Chan laughed at that and nodded. “Dance with me when you get out there.” He grinned. “I’ll even let you play with my tail.”

Felix snorted and smacked his chest lightly. “Get out of here,” he teased.

He watched Chan leave and faced the mirror again, taking a few deep breaths as his mind tossed over what had just happened. He’d confessed his crush, Chan had reciprocated… And he’d gotten his head in a bathroom stall – a first for everything. He laughed softly at the absurdity of it. And tonight… Tonight he’d be in Chan’s bed. For the first time as a lover, not a friend.

Anxiety twisted in his chest - fears of not being good enough, making a mistake, regretting it. It’d been ages since he had a partner aside from his own hand and toys – what if Chan was disappointed? He glared at the reflection.

“Be quiet,” he mumbled to himself. “It’ll be fine. We want this. This is what I’ve wanted for years.” Content with his self-scolding, Felix nodded and straightened up, heading out of the bathroom and back to the party.

 

It took him a few moments to find Chan, laughing happily and nodding as Seungmin gesticulated toward the other corner of the party. He looked so at ease and natural – meanwhile Felix could swear everyone looking at him knew exactly what he’d just done. He made his way to the two, snagging a drink from the table as he passed. It was a deep red color, and he sniffed to make sure it wasn’t spiked; he wanted sobriety tonight – especially for later.

“Felix!” Seungmin’s voice was bright. He grinned, his eyes barely visible with the heavily decorated half mask he wore as a part of his masquerade partygoer costume.

Chan turned around, meeting Felix’s gaze. His smile softened just a bit. “Glad you could find your way over.”

“Did you get lost in the bathroom?” Seungmin teased. Felix laughed, hating how shaky his voice sounded. He glanced at Chan, hoping the other hadn’t said anything. He gave a barely perceptible shake of his head.

“What’re you drinking?”

“I don’t know, smells like fruit punch.” Felix handed it over to Chan.

“It’s bigger here than I expected. After all the lockdowns and such, I didn’t think we’d have much this year,” Seungmin said, glancing around. If there was anything off about Felix, he didn’t notice.

“It’s fun though,” Felix said. “I haven’t seen some of these people for months, it’s nice to at least say hello.”

Chan slipped his arm in the space in front of Felix’s wings around his shoulders. The touch brought back everything they’d just done, and he closed his eyes, struggling to keep his breathing calm. He could hear Chan and Seungmin talking and laughing, but his mind was too fuzzy to process the words. Chan’s fingers brushed over his arm.

“Dance with us a bit,” Chan murmured in his ear. Felix nodded. He sidestepped to free his shoulders. Chan grabbed him around the middle, forcing him to stay close as they moved with the music. Seungmin was oblivious, dancing around freely in front of them.  

“What time is it?” Felix asked after a few minutes, realizing how dark it was. He dug his phone from his pocket and checked, surprised to see it nearing eleven.

“We should go soon, do you think?” He asked, putting his mouth close to Chan’s ear as the music changed to something louder and faster.

Chan moved back enough to let Felix catch his smirk. He nodded. “I’ll see if any of the others are ready to get going. Meet you by the front gate?” Felix nodded. He watched Chan disappear before asking Seungmin if he wanted to go. Getting a hearty no, he made his way to the front gate.

 

Felix met up with Chan, Jeongin, and Minho at the front. “Others are staying?” Felix asked.

Chan nodded. “Yeah, Chanbin’s gonna keep track of them until they wanna all go.”

The four piled into one of the cars, Felix and Chan finding their way into the back once more. Chan reached over, taking Felix’s hand and twining their fingers. Their gazes met and he smirked. “A pretty successful party, I’d say.”

Felix smiled despite himself, biting on his lips to keep it from widening too far. “I’d say,” he whispered.

“Saw old faces… Learned some new things.” Chan reached his other hand over, squeezing Felix’s thigh. “I’ll be glad to get out of the costume though; these jeans are tight.” As he spoke, he tugged Felix’s hand over, pressing it against his crotch.

Felix squeezed his eyes shut, biting his cheek hard enough to hurt when he felt the firm bulge of his growing erection.

“You okay?”

Felix opened his eyes, meeting Minho’s concerned look from the seat in front of them. “Yeah,” Felix whispered. “Just got dizzy for a second,” he lied, pulling his hand away from Chan’s crotch.

Minho’s brows furrowed. He glanced at Chan but said nothing, turning to face the front again. Felix sighed softly. He glared pointedly at Chan, who only smirked and shrugged one shoulder. He leaned over, his voice just above a whisper.

“They’ll find out at some point.”

“Not tonight,” Felix hissed. Chan raised his brows, mouth pouting out a bit. Felix shook his head. “We’ll talk in your room,” he clarified.

Chan nodded. He reached up, touching the flower crown still in Felix’s hair. “Want me to help you get this out? It looks like it’ll take a bit.”

“Uh… Yeah, if you want.” Felix slouched as well as he could with the seatbelt, allowing Chan to undo the small braids and ties he’d put in his hair to keep the crown in place.

His eyes slipped shut, little sparks of pleasure skipping through his body as Chan’s fingers moved, short nails scraping his scalp delightfully and tugging his hair just enough to wake his cock up in his jeans. He smirked to himself, squeezing his hands together tightly on his lap; he should have known Chan didn’t offer for an innocent, chivalrous reason.

“Tease,” he whispered, not sure if Chan could hear him, but not wanting to risk the other two hearing.

Chan’s fingers slipped through the hair he’d just freed. He made a fist and tugged firmly. Felix gasped. He saw the seat in front of him move, and heard Chan’s laugh.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to pull,” he said.

“It’s okay.” Felix said, trying to keep his voice measured despite the ache of arousal in his gut.

The seat shifted again. Chan’s fingers tightened again, tugging a little slower but more firmly this time. Felix gripped his knees hard enough that his knuckles turned white, his erection beginning to ache against the tight confines of his jeans.

Chan moved to a different spot, releasing the small bands. He pulled the crown off and Felix sat up, narrowing his eyes warningly at Chan’s infuriating grin.

Chan set the crown in his lap. He took off his own cat ears then and pushed the band onto Felix’s head, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.

“See, these fit you so much better.”

“Is that so?” Felix asked.

Chan nodded. “You’ve got the face for them.” He brushed his fingers along Felix’s jaw.

Felix lifted the flower crown and pushed it onto Chan’s head. He pulled his phone out and leaned close to Chan, waiting for the other to smile before snapping a photo of them.

“Cute,” he praised. Chan looked over, a small smile curving up the corners of his mouth.

“Look like a couple,” he whispered.

Felix glanced up to make sure the two didn’t overhear before looking at Chan. They’d need to talk about this at some point, he knew. His throat seemed to dry up before he could speak, so he stayed quiet, just searching Chan’s face in the passing streetlights.

Chan smiled softly, a relaxed expression that made a sense of ease wash over Felix. He swallowed hard.

“Are we?” He murmured.

Chan hesitated for a moment, glancing out the window behind Felix’s head. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips.

“I think that’s a real possibility,” he finally whispered.

The smile that spread across Felix’s face made his cheeks ache, his heart skipping and stuttering along to the butterflies Chan’s words had released into his stomach. Before he could answer, the car rolled to a stop in the parking garage for the apartment Felix and Minho shared. The other two stepped out and Jeongin looked expectantly at Felix, who shook his head, trying to hide the smile threatening to spread across his face.

“I left a bunch of stuff in Hyunjin’s room. I’ll stay at theirs tonight.”

Minho’s gaze seemed to harden a bit at Felix’s words. He glanced at Chan, then back at Felix.

“Alright. See you tomorrow, probably.” He said after a moment.

The door closed and Felix slumped back in the seat.

“Do you think he knows?” He murmured as they headed toward the other apartment.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he figures it out. He’s smart. We won’t be able to hide it from him for long, at least.”

Felix nodded. As the car neared the apartment, his anxiety began to grow. He tugged at his ear, watching the buildings pass through the window. Chan remained silent, his hand resting on Felix’s thigh. Normally warm and comforting, it only served tonight as a reminder of how nervous he was.

 

The two thanked their driver as they got out, heading up to the apartment. Once inside, Chan tugged his boots off and wrapped his arms around Felix, hugging him from behind. “We should wash up first.”

They entered Chan’s bathroom, standing shoulder to shoulder as they washed the makeup from their faces. It was a comfortable thing; habits shared and learned from so many years living together. Chan finished first, stepping back. He removed the flower crown and peeled off the crop top. Felix watched him through the mirror, letting himself stare openly. Chan smirked. He undid and dropped the skirt, and then his belt and the tail attached to it. Felix’s gaze dropped to his jeans.

“Want me to take them off?” Chan teased. Felix diverted his eyes quickly, staring at his own flushed reflection.

“No. I mean, you don’t have to now.”

Chan stepped up behind him again, resting his chin on Felix’s shoulder. “Are you feeling shy?”

“A little,” Felix admitted.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

“I want to.” Felix met his gaze in the mirror. “I really want to. I’m just nervous. I know it’ll be okay.”

“It will. I’m here, you trust me, right?”

Felix nodded, smiling. “You know I do. Wholly.”

“Then I’ll take care of you. Trust that.”

Chan began to press kisses along the curve of Felix’s neck. “Finish washing up. I wanna use our time alone well.”

Felix hurried to finish his skin care, pausing every few moments to sigh or moan as Chan’s hands wandered over his body, squeezing and rubbing, finding all his spots. He turned around to face him, undoing the faux corset and letting it drop before tugging off the shirt.

“You left this on,” Felix said, touching the collar. Chan reached up, his eyebrows rising.

“I forgot I had it.”

“It looks good on you. You should wear chokers more often.”

“You think?” Chan glanced at himself in the mirror, angling his neck a few different ways to examine it with the strip of leather. “Not bad.” He grabbed the cat ears again and put them back on, grinning.

“Should I keep them on tonight?” He teased.

Felix laughed, yanking them off. “Don’t you dare.”

“Aw, why not? You didn’t like me being a kitty for you?” Chan smirked then. He unhooked the collar and tossed it aside before he grabbed the ears and placed the band on Felix’s head.

“Or maybe you want a turn as the kitty? Hm?” Felix glared playfully and pushed his chest, making him step back. He undid the skirt and his own jeans and pushed them down. He stood a moment, naked save for the cat ears. Before he could lose the nerve, he dropped down to his knees on the cold bathroom floor.

“This is what you like?” He asked, sliding his hands slowly up Chan’s legs.

Chan swallowed audibly, his eyes wide as Felix leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tent at the front of his jeans. “Want me to do what you did for me? Suck your dick in the bathroom? Let you come in my mouth?”

Chan swore softly. Felix undid the button of his jeans before he felt Chan grip his shoulders. He yanked him up easily and spun them, shoving Felix with enough force against the wall to jar the shelving and knock the headband askew.

Chan kissed him hard, one hand sliding down to play with Felix’s cock. Felix moaned into his mouth, wrapping his arms around Chan’s shoulders.

He broke the kiss and began biting gently at Felix’s neck and shoulder.

“How often do you come, Felix?” He panted.

“Every few days.” Felix’s hips twitched, the gentle strokes only teasing him.

“Yeah?” Chan murmured against his ear. “How many times do you come with something inside you?” He reached his other hand around, squeezing Felix’s ass before running this forefinger across the pucker.

Felix gasped. “Almost every time,” he confessed.

“What do you use?”

“Fingers—” Felix whispered. “If I’m in a hurry. If not I have a dildo.”

“A dildo?” Chan gasped teasingly. “You naughty boy.” He stepped back and grabbed Felix’s hand. “Bed.” He demanded. Felix barely had time to throw the headband off before he was yanked out of the bathroom.

They landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, both fighting for a moment to be on top of the other.

Chan overpowered Felix, pinning him down on his stomach and forcing his legs open.

“How big is your dildo?” Chan asked. He squeezed his exposed his ass. Felix buried his face in the pillow, inhaling Chan’s scent. He whined softly.

Chan swatted him. “How big is the dildo?” He repeated more firmly. Felix heard a lid snap open. He shifted just enough to be heard. “Not as thick as your cock. About six inches, a little shorter than you.”

“You sure it’s not as thick?” Chan asked. Felix gasped when fingers covered in cold lube circled his hole.

“Yes! It’s why I’m nervous,” he confessed, burying his face deeper in the pillow.

“Why?” Chan leaned over him, teasing his ass with two fingers. He barely pressed one in before removing it and massaging the rim.

Felix whined again. Chan used his free hand to grab his hair and tug it back, forcing Felix’s head up from the pillow. Felix moaned, the delightful pain making his cock throb.

“Because you’re big,” he gasped.

Chan slipped his first finger into his ass to the third knuckle, gently using it to tug at the soft, sensitive flesh.

“Because I’m scared I won’t be able to take you, or you won’t like how I feel, or I won’t make you come.” The words rushed out of Felix as Chan fingered him, still tugging his hair.

Chan huffed a gentle laugh. He let Felix’s head go, following him back down to lay over him.

“You’ll be able to take me, ‘Lix. Don’t you worry,” he purred against his ear. “I’m gonna make sure you can take every inch of my cock deep inside…” He twisted his wrist and added a second finger, pausing when Felix squealed into the pillow.

The stretch wasn’t painful, but it was unexpected; he’d gotten so used to his own fingers and techniques that Chan’s were overwhelming. He took a deep breath, trying to relax. Chan seemed to understand, and began to scissor and thrust his fingers.

“See? Already being so good,” he praised. “You’ll feel perfect around my cock, baby.” He kissed along Felix’s shoulder. “Don’t hide that pretty voice. You know I love it. Moan for me, let me know what you like.”

Chan moved down, pressing warm kisses along Felix’s spine. Goosebumps raised on his exposed skin, his stomach flipping delightfully as Chan worked open his ass. A third finger was added and Felix squealed, pushing his ass back happily for more. His mind was cloudy with pleasure, craving so much more.

After a few minutes working him open with three, Felix felt the prod of Chan’s tongue and gasped, looking back as well as he could.

“What—”

“What?” Chan’s breath was hot against his damp hole, held open with the spread of his fingers. “Never had your ass eaten?”

Felix shook his head. “I haven’t.”

“Missing out. Just relax and enjoy it.”

He lowered his head again and began prodding at Felix’s hole once more. Felix laughed, his body not sure how respond to the strange new sensation. Chan laughed as well, but kept going, holding Felix’s hole open with his fingers, the other hand gripping his ass.

Slowly and steadily, Chan was able to drive more of his tongue into Felix’s center. It was both strange and delightful, the press of his tongue against his rim, the feel of his lips brushing against his ass. Felix whined helplessly, his cock twitching as his balls drew tight to his body.

Chan alternated between fingering him with deep stretching strokes, and fucking him with his tongue. He flipped it back and forth, let it press against the soft warmth inside him. Felix sobbed brokenly, twisting his hips back.

“Please—” He gasped, his stomach clenching so hard with arousal that it hurt.  He had never been one to edge himself, preferring the joy of his climax to the drawn-out agony.

“Please what?” Chan asked, thrusting his fingers deep. They made a wet noise as they plunged into Felix, dragging another desperate moan out of him.

“Close! Don’t tease,” he pleaded. “I think I’m ready.”

“Oh you are,” Chan said, a hint of laughter in his voice. He pulled his fingers out and spread Felix’s ass. “You’re gaping beautifully, baby. Gonna take my cock without any issue.” He leaned forward and Felix shouted when his tongue sank in as deep as it could reach. Chan moaned against his ass, thrusting his tongue quickly. He held tight to Felix as he writhed, shouting into the pillow. It was obscene and he knew it, feeling Chan’s tongue flick and thrust in his ass. He needed more.

“Fuck me!” He yelped, twisting his hips back.

Chan pulled away. The bed shifted as he rose, and Felix heard his zipper. A rustle of fabric and the bed shifted once more. He moved up Felix’s body, and Felix moaned when he felt Chan’s cock slot between his ass cheeks.

“God I wanna fuck you,” Chan panted, humping Felix’s ass slowly. “I wanna slide in and listen to the way you moan.”

“Do it, please,” Felix begged. “Please, I’m ready.”

Chan moved back, shifting on the bed, he grabbed Felix’s hip and pulled. “Roll,” he grunted.

Felix rolled onto his back, his breath sticking in his throat. Chan knelt between his legs. His cock was hard and ruddy between his thighs, chest heaving as he breathed. His lips were swollen and red, slightly damp, hair damp with sweat.

Felix spread his legs wider, bracing his feet on the mattress to lift his hips in a silent plea.

Chan leaned over, slotting his thighs under the back of Felix’s. He grabbed the lube and slicked his cock, eyes roaming Felix’s body as he did.

“Are you sure?” He whispered suddenly, sounding more insecure than Felix thought he ever had before.

He sat up, cupping Chan’s face in his hands. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything. I promise. I want this if you do.”

“God, I do. You have no idea,” Chan mumbled, closing his eyes.

“Oh, I have some idea,” Felix teased, dancing the tips of his fingers over Chan’s cock. Chan hissed and laughed, nodding in agreement.

Felix laid back down, shifting so his body would be easily accessible. He reached down to his ass and pulled himself open, a little surprised to feel the cool air inside his rim; he’d never been so open before.

Chan added a bit more lube to his hole before lining up.

“Felix—”

Felix nodded. “Chan…”

Chan’s cock was thick and hot as it pressed into Felix’s ass. The stretch was intense even with the prep, the silken tip forcing open his body. Felix moaned brokenly, trying to relax. He shifted his hips down, easing Chan deeper.

They both shouted when the swell of his head slipped through, a delightful splinter of pleasure shooting up Felix’s spine.

“Perfect,” he panted. “Keep going. I want you all the way,” he pleaded. He hooked his legs around Chan’s hips, moving his hands to his shoulders when Chan laid over him, using the new position to drive the rest of his cock into Felix’s hole.

His eyes fluttered shut as Chan filled him, trimmed hair ticking his skin. He forced himself to meet Chan’s gaze, his lips parted.

“It’s so good,” he whispered.

Chan’s teeth were bared, his gaze unfocused. Felix could see his arms shaking as he struggled not to move.

“It’s okay,” Felix whispered. He pressed a kiss to Chan’s cheek. “I like it. Move, please— I want you to make me come.”

Chan groaned at that. He leaned down, catching Felix’s lips in a deep kiss as he began to thrust, smothering their grunts and whines in each other’s mouths.

Felix was fuller than he’d ever been before. Each stroke of Chan’s cock against his oversensitive prostate was a delightful searing pleasure, squeezing his balls and sparking his nerves.

He threw his head back on a particularly hard thrust, his rim stretching a little further. “More!” He gasped. He slid his hands down Chan’s back and squeezed his ass, twisting his own hips up to meet his thrusts.

“You said you wanted to fuck me… Do it,” he whispered. He looked up at Chan through half closed eyes, hoping he looked as sexy as Chan was making him feel. “I know you want to go harder… I can feel you shaking. Do it.”

Chan grimaced. He pulled back and slammed his hips in, freezing when Felix yelped. Felix grinned.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. “I want you to let go. You won’t hurt me. I’m so close already - I want you to make me come like this.”

Chan swore softly. He shifted onto his hands. One more kiss to Felix’s mouth before he changed his thrusts, angling them deeper and harder than before. Their hips struck almost painfully, the bed squeaking dangerously as Chan thrusted into Felix’s body.

Felix screamed his name, holding tight to his shoulders as he was filled, a pressure beginning to build deep inside him. He lost track of time, electric sparks shorting out any thoughts except the feel of Chan’s cock fucking him open and his groans, sighs of pleasure that let Chan know he was enjoying this just as much.

“Again!” Felix gasped suddenly, his cock twitching and spilling a weak dribble of come. “I’m gonna come, please, again, more!” 

Chan did his best to obey, trying to find the angle he’d been at; his thrusts had lost rhythm a few minutes earlier, his own orgasm evidently nearing.

When he found the perfect angle once more, Felix shouted, nodding. “Yes! Please, hard - just like that. I’m gonna come on your cock, just a little more—” He pleaded.

“Shit,” Chan gritted out as he continued. “I didn’t put on a rubber, I’m close too.”

“You can come in me,” Felix gasped.

The pressure building released suddenly, a flood of pleasure rushing through every inch of Felix’s body. His balls squeezed and released, forcing thick ropes of come out of his cock to splash over their stomachs. Chan moaned loudly, keeping up his pace even as Felix screamed his name, clenching tight around his cock. The strokes against his prostate were sparks on a raging fire, each one squeezing his aching balls to force out another spurt of come, painting his heaving chest.

As Felix sobbed brokenly, his body shuddering through the final edge of his release, Chan shouted his name. He slammed forward hard, burying his cock as deep as it would go. He twisted his hips weakly, humping as he shuddered, grunting and gasping Felix’s name.

Felix’s eyes fluttered shut, the throb of Chan’s cock soothing on his sore rim as he was filled.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a low whisper. “Come in me, baby. Let it all out… God, it’s so good, Chan…”

Chan shivered, his muscles slowly beginning to unclench, and Felix laughed breathlessly.

“Fuck—” Chan whispered. He slumped down on Felix, laughing when Felix grunted and smacked his arm.

“Can’t breathe,” he whined.

“Can’t move,” Chan argued.

Felix groaned, shoving him again until he lifted back up.

“Relax,” he warned. He pulled his softening cock free gently and flopped onto his back next to Felix.

The two laid in silence for a long moment, catching their breath. Felix reached down, finding Chan’s hand and gripping it hard, half afraid he’d disappear, or Felix would wake up and find this to be an incredibly intense dream.

“’Lix,” Chan whispered, so quiet that Felix almost missed it.

“Hm?”

“We should shower. I’m about to fall asleep.”

“Mm…”

They laid still a moment longer.

“We should really get up,” Chan mumbled again. Felix nodded.

“Yeah.”

When neither moved again, Felix laughed. Chan joined in, looking over at him. The awkward tension that had been building in the silence seemed to release, and Felix felt himself relax. “Come on,” he grumbled, sitting up. He groaned in surprise at the sudden ache that radiated from his ass. Chan was up in a second, kneeling next to him.

“You okay? Is it your back again?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Felix said, his voice a little strained. He rubbed his lower back, twisting to stretch it. “Sore.”

“I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I? I didn’t mean to.”

“No, no…” He smiled and touched Chan’s shoulder. “It’s not bad. Just stiff from being in that position, I think. It’s been… A while.” He smiled sheepishly.

Chan frowned. He gently rubbed small circles with his thumbs along the length of Felix’s spine. “Next time I’ll be more gentle.”

“Don’t do that, this was amazing.” Felix argued. He rose and stretched. “All better,” he said honestly. He was stiff, and a little sore, but he knew it was from the sex, not an injury.

Chan narrowed his gaze, clearly trying to determine if Felix was lying. He nodded, seemingly satisfied, and stood up.

Felix knew he wanted to bring up what happened, what they planned on doing, how to deal with things going forward, but he wasn’t sure how to. So he remained silent as he stood in the bathroom, waiting for the shower to heat up. He didn’t want things to be awkward – it was something he’d never considered happening. Awkwardness meant tension in the group, and that was the last thing he wanted.

It was Chan that broke the silence, ultimately. “What do you want this to be?”

Felix looked up, meeting his gaze. Though the bathroom was on the smaller size, he felt miles apart from Chan at that moment. He chewed the inside of his lip, wanting desperately to be honest, but afraid.

“I…” He sighed softly.

“Felix…” Chan whispered. He reached out, stopping just short of touching Felix. He kept his palm up, waiting.

Felix took his hand, allowing himself to be pulled to Chan’s chest. “Please let me know honestly,” he whispered. “I don’t regret this but we have to decide. We can’t let things get weird.”

“I don’t want them to. I don’t want anything to change,” Felix finally admitted.

“So… You want to pretend this didn’t happen?” Chan asked, and the pain in his voice was obvious. Felix winced, shaking his head quickly. He straightened up to look Chan in the face.

“No, no, not what I meant. I mean…” He sighed, desperate for the words to come to him. “I like what we have. What we had before tonight. Our closeness. And I want to still have that and not change that. But also… Not change… This.” He motioned to their bodies.

“Fuck buddies?”

Felix shook his head again. “No. I want to be the only one you give that special smile to.”

Chan smiled a bit, tilting his head. “I still don’t know what smile you mean.”

Felix couldn’t hide his own grin at the thought of it, his heart stuttering against his ribs. “I can’t explain it. You used to only show it to me. This soft… Genuine smile. It felt like I was making you happy in a way nobody else had. It felt like love. I know you love all the members, so do I, but it was different. You never smiled at them like that, I checked… I watched, I figured you were just endeared but… It was different. And then I saw you smiling like that at your phone and I figured maybe… A photo of us? Me? But… It was them. Minsun. And that’s when I got jealous. Because I’ve always wanted that smile to be just for me. Because it might have meant that you loved me… In a different way.”

Chan’s entire face softened then, his cheeks rising a bit as a contented, relaxed smile slid across his face.

Felix nodded. “That one,” he whispered.

Chan nodded as well, his lips thinning as he pressed them together, a dimple appearing in his cheek. “I think I know what you mean. That smile wasn’t for Minsun, Felix. You know me and them… We’re friends but… Have you ever talked to them?”

Felix shook his head. “Not outside the makeup chair.”

Chan nodded. “They like you. They’re inspired by you, actually.”

“Me?” Felix laughed a little, pointing to his chest. “Why me?”

Chan shrugged. “They think you’re beautiful. They love your talent and your voice and your personality. They want to be like you. ‘Lix, most of the time that we text… We’re talking about you.”

Felix didn’t think someone could have a heart attack from happiness, but he wondered if he’d be the first at that moment. His heart squeezed and his stomach did flips in joy, the world seeming to brighten. It was a small thing, Chan’s confession, but it meant everything he’d dreamed.

He wanted to shout for joy, kiss Chan, scream, laugh, cry. His vision blurred. Chan rushed forward, wrapping his arms around him.

“Don’t do that,” he whispered. “You don’t get to start crying right now, baby.”

Felix laughed, smacking at the tear that slipped out when he did. “Don’t tell me not to cry.”

Chan tsked him. “What will STAY say? Hearing I made you cry?”

Felix laughed again, pressing his face against Chan’s chest. He could hear his heart pounding strong and steady, the warmth of his arms comforting down to his core.

“That’s a smile for me,” he whispered.

“It always has been,” Chan confirmed. He pressed a kiss to Felix’s head. “I’ve always felt something special for you.”

“I wish you’d told me. I wish I’d said something.”

“You have now. Things don’t need to change. I think we’re just fine like this.”

“Except…” Felix began. He looked up at Chan, his tongue stuck down with shyness.

Chan waited expectantly, his brows raised. Felix swallowed, forcing his mouth to cooperate. “Except I want to be yours. Actually yours.”

“Can I be your boyfriend?” Chan teased in a sing-song voice, miming their song. Felix laughed. He nodded.

“Something like that.”

Chan’s smile softened. “I’d like that.” He ran his hands over Felix’s back. “Come on… Lets get in the shower before we lose the hot water.”

They stepped under the water, and Felix groaned, leaning against the wall. “That feels amazing.”

Turn, I’ll wash your back,” Chan offered. Felix was far too content to protest. He turned, putting his forearms arms against the wall and resting his head on them. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Chan washing his back. He sighed softly when his hands moved down over his ass, gently washing away the remnants of his release and the lube.

“You’re sure you’re not too sore?”

“I’m sure. It’s a good sore.” Felix moved directly under the spray to rinse off and washed out the cloth, giving Chan a push. “My turn.”
Chan chuckled but obeyed, leaning against the wall to let Felix wash him. They switched positions, sharing shampoo and body wash, and far too many teasing touches and kisses.

After washing, Chan pushed Felix against the wall once more, beginning to kiss along the curve of his neck.

“We should tell the rest of the group,” Chan mumbled against his skin, sighing and resting his forehead on Felix’s shoulder.

“How do you think they’ll react? I don’t want it to cause problems.”

“I don’t know. They’ve always seemed pretty cool with relationships like this. Open minded.”

Felix nodded. “Yeah, but it’s different when it’s someone you know, works with you, lives with you. It’s easier to accept a theory.”

Chan sighed heavily. Felix felt him nod. He stood straight, his brows furrowing in the way they did when he was trying to come up with a solution.

“Changbin first,” Felix said. “And Minho. They’re the oldest, and I think they’ll be the most understanding. They know you best too, Changbin especially. They can help with the rest.”

“Jisung too,” Chan agreed. “What do you think about Hyunjin? He’s so close to you…”

“You really won’t let that go, will you?” Felix teased. He wrapped his arms around Chan’s shoulders. “He’s straight, Chan.”

“You sure?” Chan asked, narrowing his eyes.

Felix laughed. He pressed a kiss to Chan’s mouth. “I am very sure. I don’t know how he’ll take it, but I don’t think it’ll be bad. He’s got a pretty good idea about me already.”

“About you? Not being straight?”

Felix nodded. “We’ve talked about it in fewer words. He doesn’t know I’ve had a crush on you but he seems cool with me in general, so.”

Chan nodded. “Good. We’ll start with Minho and Changbin then, tomorrow. After we tell the others, we can decide as a group how to proceed.”

Felix nodded. “I agree. But we should all talk about it. Decide as a group. That’s only fair.”

Chan turned off the water, grabbing towels for them. They dried off in silence and entered the bedroom again. Chan dug in his dresser, passing over a pair of pajama pants and one of his shirts.

“These should fit you.”

Felix smiled softly, taking them and pulling them on. Though he’d borrowed Chan’s clothing before, he couldn’t help but smile softly at it now.

“What’s up?” Chan asked, noticing the look. He tugged on his bottoms, adjusting the string as he spoke.

“Nothing, it’s silly.”

“Tell me anyways.”

Felix shrugged. “Just feels different. Sharing your clothes with you now that we…”

“Are a couple?” Chan finished. Felix nodded.

“It does. I think it looks better on you now. More… Correct.”

Chan went to his bed. He stripped the top sheet off and balled it up, tossing it into the corner. Felix snorted.

“Hyunjin always complains about that.”

“What?” Chan asked, hunting under his bed.

“You making a mess.”

“It’s my room.”

“And that room explodes into the rest of the dorm. You realize that once he finds out we’re together, I’m going to hear all of his complaints about you?”

Chan glanced at Felix, head halfway under the bed. He smirked. “As if you don’t already?”

“But now he’ll expect me to do something about it.”

“Like what? Spank me if I don’t clean my room?”

Felix’s cheeks burned hot, the imagery filling his mind in graphic detail. Chan chuckled. He emerged from the bed, pulling a clean sheet from a bag.

“You’re right,” he said though Felix hadn’t spoken. “I might like that too much.”

Felix pulled his lips between his teeth, biting down to remain silent. He stared at Chan with wide eyes.

Chan smirked at his expression, turning to put the sheet on the bed.

“You can’t start saying stuff like that,” Felix warned, going over to help him. “People will notice way faster.”

“As if they don’t already know you love touching my ass.”

“Everyone loves touching your ass, Christopher.”

Chan looked over at him, grinning. He winked dramatically. “It’s a nice ass.”

Felix groaned at the terrible comment, bumping their shoulders together. He sighed when they finished making the bed, standing up straight. “Hm.”

“What?”

He glanced at Chan and smiled sheepishly. “I was tired… But now I’m a little hungry.”

Chan laughed at that and nodded. “Me too. Come on, we should be able to raid the kitchen for something.”

They headed out the door and down the short hallway to the kitchen. As they passed the living room, movement caught Felix’s eye. He shouted, jumping back against Chan. Chan looked over, swearing in surprise.

Changbin and Jisung sat on the couch, staring with mirrored droll expressions. Their costumes were off and they’d changed into casual clothes.

“Wanna tell us something, kitty?” Changbin teased.

A cold sweat broke out over every inch of Felix’s body. The world tilted and he worried for a second he was going to faint. They planned on telling the members – but not like this.

“How much did you hear?” Chan asked, sounding confident and stern.

“Way too much, man.” Jisung said. “Like, graphic imagery that I will never be able to erase from my brain, thanks to you two.”

“I seriously thought someone was hurting him,” Changbin cried, motioning to Felix. “What the hell were you doing to make him scream like that!”

Felix’s face reddened further. He brought his shoulders up, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the floor. Chan made a noise of annoyance and flipped his hand. “If you heard, you know what I was doing.”

“I wasn’t in pain,” Felix mumbled, feeling stupid as soon as the words came out.

Chan wrapped his arm around Felix’s shoulders. “Do we have a problem, guys?” He asked, all humor gone from his tone. Felix could feel him squeezing.

“Hey, no—” Jisung began, but Changbin cut him off.

“You bet we do!” He shouted as he shot up from the couch. Chan’s arm squeezed further and Felix felt himself pulled backwards a bit as Chan stepped in front of him.

“Changbin—” Jisung tried. Felix dared a glance up, his throat closing when he saw Jisung’s desperately confused expression. He tugged at Changbin’s arm helplessly, but the other was focused only on Chan. His eyes were wide, nostrils flaring.

“And what problem is that?” Chan said, his voice low and deadpan. Felix knew that tone; things got dangerous when Chan used that tone.

“What problem?!” Changbin shouted. “You hurt my feelings!”

The words hung in the air, all three staring at Changbin in frozen surprise. His shoulders were rising and falling as he breathed, clearly worked up. Chan tilted his head, his shoulders slumping a little.

“Wh… What?” He stumbled.

Changbin huffed, tugging his arm out of Jisung’s grip and crossing them over his chest. His face shifted into a pout, brows furrowed as he glared at Chan. “You didn’t tell me you and Felix were dating.” His voice was soft and whining, drawing out his words with the pucker of his mouth. “You tell me everything. I’m hurt that you hid this… Did you not think I’d take it well? You know me, Bang Chan! Do you think so little of me!?” His voice rose as he spoke, working himself up again.

Felix relaxed instantly, smiling brightly. He stepped back up next to Chan, catching his bright smile as well.

“Nobody knows, Bin,” Chan said. “I promise, I would never keep this from you.”

Changbin’s face relaxed into a more natural position. “Really?” He asked softly.

“Really,” Felix added. He smiled. “This just happened tonight. At the party. We weren’t hiding it from any of you.” He looked imploringly at Jisung, hoping the other wasn’t hurt as well. “We planned on telling you guys tomorrow. You first, Changbin. We knew you’d be understanding and supportive.”

Changbin’s face brightened as his smile grew wide. “Yeah?” His arms dropped from their locked position across his chest. “Good…” The smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, however, and he turned to Chan. “Also if you wanna make him scream so loud like that, you send us a text before! We’re traumatized!” He yanked Jisung against his side, forcing his solidarity. Jisung laughed softly, shaking his head.

Felix frowned then, remembering. “Where’s Hyunjin?” He looked toward the closed door of Hyunjin’s room.

“Ah, he’s with the others, and count yourself lucky. If he’d thought you were being hurt he would’ve burst in there, and then what would have happened?” Changbin spoke rapidly, shaking his finger in Felix’s face as he did. Felix laughed helplessly, relieved that neither of the two seemed genuinely concerned about the relationship – aside from the noise.

“We thought we’d be alone longer,” Chan said. “I didn’t think you guys would be home until a lot later.”

“Yeah well, next time just send a text,” Changbin scolded, and Chan nodded, still wearing his bemused grin. “Simple thing, no details. I don’t want details. Just… I don’t know. ‘He’s over, bring earplugs’ or ‘prepare for screaming’ – something.”

Chan nodded, his throat tense as he struggled to hold back his laughter. He raised his hands in surrender. “I will, I will,” he promised.

Changbin huffed and nodded once. He looked to Felix, narrowing his eyes again. Felix raised his brows, not sure if he should take a step back or forward. Changbin shook his finger in his face again.

“You have bad taste in men.”

Felix grinned brightly at that. “Oh, you know you love him too,” he teased. Changbin’s face wrinkled in mock disgust.

Jisung freed himself from Changbin’s grip and clapped his palm against Chan’s chest. “We’re good.” He said. “Wondered if he’d ever tell you.”

Chan pouted. “You told him?” He asked Felix.

“What? No. I’ve not told anyone.” He looked at Jisung, who only smiled and shrugged.

“A guy knows things. Plus that dreamy, stupid expression you get on your face whenever you look at him hasn’t gone away in four years. Kinda obvious. I think most of us had an idea.”

“I didn’t,” Chan said, raising his hand.

“Well, you’re dumb. And obviously blind,” Changbin quipped.

“And I’m hungry,” Felix said quickly, seeing Chan’s shoulders rise. “Let’s eat.” He placed a hand on Changbin’s chest and one on Chan’s, a silent plea not to let them get into one of their ‘discussions’.

“Me too,” Jisung said quickly, meeting Felix’s gaze. They shared a knowing smirk when Changbin immediately headed for the kitchen.

Jisung was about to follow when Chan grabbed his shoulder. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Thanks. For being cool.”

Jisung’s brows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I be? I think it’s sweet. The others will too. I’m happy for you guys.”

Felix smiled softly, warmed by his friend’s kind words. Though he’d been hopeful that they would be okay with it, it was nice to know for sure. He nodded in thanks.

“Chan! Where’s the salt?!” Changbin’s voice drew their attention.

“Don’t add salt to anything!” Chan shouted back. He turned to head into the kitchen, but a glance at Jisung stopped him.

“What’s that face for?”

Felix looked back at Jisung, realizing his relaxed expression had turned contemplative.

“Well… I had a thought,” he said slowly, looking between Chan and Felix.

They waited silently for him to continue.

“You were a kitten for Halloween this year, right?”

Chan cocked a brow and nodded once.

“So, kitten got his milk tonight then.”

Chan’s eyes widened. Felix laughed in shock, covering his mouth. Jisung looked smug, laughing at the shocked expressions on both their faces.

“Why!?” Felix cried, covering his face with his hands as his cheeks burned.

“You’re so gross,” Chan groaned. He snagged one of the small pillows from the couch and threw it at Jisung, smacking him in the head with it. “We shoulda called you the pig.”

Jisung laughed harder, rubbing the spot that got hit. “I’m not wrong!” He shouted.

Felix shoved him toward the kitchen. “You’re disgusting,” he complained. Jisung grinned back at him as they walked.

“Trick or treat, Felix.”

“Don’t—” Felix tried, but Jisung continued.

“Does your kitten need some more milk? Seems grumpy.”

“I’m going to throw you onto the balcony,” Chan threatened, glancing back. He turned into the kitchen.

“Changbin, what the fuck are you doing?!” He shouted. A crash echoed through the apartment.

Felix and Jisung exchanged a glance and rushed forward into the kitchen to prevent the massacre that was about to ensue.

Just another night in their lives, Felix realized. Nothing had changed, just like he had want… And everything was perfect.