Odd and Varied

Maniac 3

Chan yanked him closer- one hand on his waist, the other straying south, against the fabric of his designer jeans. "I really do like it when you get mad."

"You were serious about that?" Minho struggled against him, his pretty hands gripping into the meat of the elder's chest.

"I'm always serious about you Min."

The younger gasped, annoyed at how useless his power was when it was pinned against the blonde's. Chan was stronger than anyone he'd met in a long time. Being shackled in his arms was a guarantee into doing whatever he wanted you to do. He was persuasive, demanding- coy.

"Stop. Stop it! Let me go, ah- we don't have time!" They were in one of the makeup rooms on set- anyone could just walk in through the door at any moment.

Chan drew him in tighter, controlled the movement of his head with a strong hand on his neck- angling him forward and down to press their lips together.

"Mmm!" he gasped as they parted, leaning away, and listening for footsteps. "Chan! UHmmm... huff- please. Oh, please don't."

"Keep talking, you sound so good."

More breathing. The elder was everywhere, he was everything.

"Chan we're going to get in real trouble... wait- PLEASE Chan uhn!"

He'd sat them down in one of the large chairs, Minho on his lap, sliding their bodies so easily together. The dancer's hands landed heavily on his shoulders, already trying to lift himself up- trying to leave.

"You know what happens when you fight me baby."

That got him in a more pliable state- his knees coming to rest fully by the outer points of the elder's hips. Chan leaned back, forcing him down to rut up against his rear.

"Ah! Channie-"

"Yes?"

"We shouldn't."

"We definitely should."

His pale hands slid up, up, over Minho's trembling thighs, into the perfect juncture of his hips, using the hold to slam them more solidly together.

"I thu-think I heard someone coming."

"Not yet you didn't." he leered.

As soon as he'd gotten them riled enough he flipped their positions, Minho's back in the chair, Chan still thrusting against him. The dancer was so flexible, so timid about things like fooling around in public. His dangerous eyes squinted in annoyance.

"Dammit Channie- I don't want to do anything here!"

There was a small knock on the door. Chan was more irritated than anything else, but he watched Minho's gaze fill with horror. Great. Two steps forward and one step back.

As soon as they'd situated themselves in a more appropriate way- at least four feet apart from each other- the door opened and Jisung strolled in.

"Oh that was you two! I've been looking everywhere for you; they want to re-film the part with Minnie and me." He marched directly over and grabbed Minho's hand, dragging him out and down the hall. Chan grimaced as they disappeared around the corner, noting his boyfriend's wild eyes, the frantic hand over his crotch, hiding what was probably a very delicious boner.

It wasn't fair. He hated being second place. No matter the reason. In Minho's mind he should always come first.

Jisung slowed and dragged the elder into a nearby closet.

"Woah! Are you okay? What's happening?"

"That's what I want to know. What the hell is happening?"