Take Me Home | CHANLIX

C'mon C'mon

Felix's plan had worked a little too well. He'd called and Changbin had answered and Felix had gone over to Changbin's actual, literal house (which wasn't the same house the house party had been at, like Felix had thought). Changbin had done a wonderful job distracting Felix until they'd started making out and Felix had imagined Chan's hands on him again, even more vividly than last time now he'd seen Chan up close in person. And then he'd lain there, in Changbin's bed, gasping and squirming as Changbin littered him in hickies; his dick aching and hard from the thought of Chan, so overwhelmed by the confusion of whatever the fuck he felt towards Chan, Felix had been on the edge of some unknown precipice, so full of restless energy to do anything to get his mind off Chan he'd almost let Changbin fuck him.

Okay, maybe it wouldn't have ended in sex, but they'd been grinding against each other and Changbin had been palming his dick over his clothes. God, Felix almost wished he'd let them carry on. He might've lost his virginity, for all he knew, and it probably would've been a good way to finally rid Chan from his thoughts.

Next to him, Changbin stirred. While Felix hadn't let Changbin fuck him, he had let himself be coaxed into staying the night. Not that it was really coaxing when Changbin had murmured 'I really don't want to you leave my bed,' and Felix had pulled him into another kiss.

Okay, so maybe Felix wanted to tell himself he'd been coaxed into making out with Changbin and sleeping in his bed to feel less guilty about doing it. And maybe he felt guilty because it felt like betraying Chan, like he was going behind Chan's back, but that was a totally normal thing to feel, right? His conversation--argument--with Chan yesterday had confused him. He was only thinking about kissing Chan because Chan was now suddenly back in his life. These were perfectly normal teenage feelings.

Light seeped into the room from beneath the curtains and under the door, already bright outside at whatever the fuck time it was in the morning. Early, that much he knew, because Changbin's alarm for school hadn't gone off yet.

Felix leaned forward, patting around on the bedside table for his phone. He flinched at the obscenely bright light, squinting to make out the time. Quarter to six.

Changbin tugged him back, pulling him flat against his chest. 'Don't have to get up yet,' he murmured, breath against the back of Felix's neck.

Felix hummed. He could feel Changbin's erection pressed against the curve of his ass, and Changbin's hands were wrapped tight around his waist. His hands were a similar size to Chan's, but so different, from the length and width of their fingers to way the skin felt.

Once upon a time, Felix had slept with Chan like this. He was the only person Felix hadn't been ashamed of his morning wood around, laying in bed together over the winter holidays, covers pulled up to their chins, Felix curled into Chan's side. Chan definitely been able to feel his dick pressed against him, yet he hadn't cared, only drawing Felix closer, snoozing their alarms. Chan hadn't cared about morning wood or morning breath or when Felix accidentally kicked him in his sleep.

And yeah, Felix was hard this morning, but it wasn't morning wood. It had been the dream about Chan's lips ghosting over his, his body hovering above Felix's, his voice husky. Tell me you want me and you can have me, Felix.

Felix has been disappointed when he'd woken up to find Chan wasn't there. He needed to get Chan out of his head, and maybe the best way would be to replace his dreams of Chan's touch with memories of Changbin's. And if this decision was partly made by his aching cock and the deside burning in his belly, well. That was neither here nor there.

Felix pushed back against Changbin, wiggling his ass. He skated his fingers up and down Changbin's arm, pulling a shiver from him. Changbin's hand slid under Felix's pyjama top to press flat against his abdomen. Felix was in nothing but an oversized shirt of Changbin's, massive on his smaller frame, and a pair of Changbin's boxers, which sat loose around his hips.