sex therapy || chanlix

#36 prerogative

four.
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the break of dawn seemed to be and awfully rathe juncture to wake up to, since the four boys deep in slumber- hadn't stretched a limb by an inch when they usually would.

the alcohol intake from the night before, birched into the aftermath, right after felix saw the first ray of light. his eyelids grew heavy, stinging to seal them up again. a migraine had already been forming itself from the pounding senses of his veins. though he hadn't drunk a lot for his memory to forge, the effects were still just as severe.

groaning lightly, his hand shuffled to guard his vision from the direct ray of sunlight, as he glanced to his side. feeling an unfamiliar presence, he blinked twice, his vision finally clearing up to find a jeongin cuddled up to a hyunjin.

that wasn't what made him dryly gulp in trepidation, but when he noticed that they both were bare chested and lying just across him, he began blinking rapidly, in hopes that he was just imagining them. that didn't help though.

so out of an impulse, he peeled the comforter off him, his eyes widening when he realized that he didn't have any pants on and jeongin was completely naked. immediately he latched them back on himself, his insecurities boiling up with concern.

memories of the prior night began forging into his senses, instantly reminding him about the reasoning of him being incompletely naked and lying in the same bed.

the realization settled an unfamiliar feeling in his gut. he wasn't sure of it was good or bad. throughly, he was confused. maybe regret wasn't the feeling pitting his stomach, but maybe it was just pure shock. like as if he couldn't believe whatever transitioned last night. him- as in a straight man, slept with three other?

but..then he registered that maybe this tither in his gut, was alarming him about the obvious.

he wasn't straight.

to be honest, felix would be highly ambivalent of this statement, with all the stereotypical superstations he grew up with. but now, his focus wasn't on this foolish superficial phrases neither did he choose to stick onto his past. instead, he gave his own actions some thought.

his girlfriend was out of the picture, and now it gave it a bit more free of mind to his grieving heart. but now that he thought about it, the only reason she left was because he was caught kissing a guy. right now, he was sharing sheets with three men who he'd inter-coursed with.

even if he hated to admit it, maybe he was gay.

sighing in frustration from all these early fluctuating thoughts, he tousled his position, later realizing the hands draped on his naturally cinched waist.

smiling sheepishly, he bored holes into the blonde who was in deep sleep.

his hand reluctantly stretched out to cup the side of his cheek, tracing his jaw as he brushed the stray hairs out of his face. chan, still, was pretty.

admiring every indentation of the blonde's perfectly sculpted face- from his filled in lips to his trapezoid concave eyes. he was just in mid of a simple act of sleeping, yet felix could spend his forenoons tracing every trough and crest of his face.

and he did. he dragged a slender, succinct finger to trace an imaginary line along the features of his face. eventually, stopping at his lips, he licked his own before pressing them against the blonde's.

the small sensation was enough for chan to stir awake, as if the boy held in his arms had the power to revive the dead in him, much like he revived the dull light in chan's life.