When the final audition loomed closer, the air crackled with excitement and tension, but for Felix, the stakes were even higher. It wasn't just about the audition anymore; it was about his growing feelings for Minho, the whirlwind of emotion that left him craving the older boy in ways he never thought possible. Coming from his toxic family environment, he had been deprived of male touch for so long that now, with Minho, every fleeting moment felt electric, charged with longing and desire.
Sometimes he couldn't even believe he had the liberty to breath the same air as another guy his parents would have seen as a potential threat or sin for him.
Each day felt like a test of his restraint. He found himself irresistibly drawn to Minho, craving not just his presence but his touch. Whenever they were together, he couldn't help but steal kisses whenever he could. In those moments, all the stress of auditions faded away, replaced by the intoxicating taste of Minho's lips against his.
One afternoon, they were sprawled on the couch after practicing a choreography for his upcoming auditions even though it was just a fruitless way to blow off steam because he'd have to be coming up with something on spot that day. Nevertheless, Felix had nailed a particularly tricky sequence, and the exhilaration of his success sparked something inside him. He couldn't resist the impulse to play. With a cheeky grin, he lunged forward, pushing Minho back against the cushions.
"What are you doing?" Minho laughed, surprised, but his eyes slanted with kittenish frisky expression.
"Just making sure you stay focused," Felix replied, climbing into Minho's lap and situating on his comfortable thighs, their faces inches apart. This way, he was taller than Minho, having to lean in, capturing Minho's lips in a kiss that sent shivers down his spine. Their mouths moved together with an urgency that left him breathless, and he felt Minho's hands slide around his waist, pulling him closer. One hand traveled lower to his butt, the other sneaked inside his loose tee, the warm skin of skin contact raising goosebumps on Felix's body. He tugged at the gray strands in his hand, angling Minho's head to the side to kiss his jaw, trailing lights touches over the elder's bared neck and collarbone. It scared him a little, how much he wanted Minho, but he let himself ignore the concern and just wash away in the pleasure currents.
As they broke apart, Minho smirked, breathless. "I think I'm quite focused now," he teased, but Felix could see the warmth in his eyes, the way Minho was completely swept up in the moment.
He couldn't help but chuckle, the tension between them crackling like static electricity. "You'd better be." he declared, diving back in for another kiss, savoring the taste of Minho's lips as their connection deepened. Their rehearsals quickly turned into a playful battle of wills then, because focused and sweaty Minho in his dance glory was a little too hard to resist.
On another day, they were in the kitchen, and Minho was cooking dinner. The aroma of spices filled the air, but all Felix could focus on was Minho's determined expression as he chopped vegetables. He leaned against the counter, watching the way Minho's biceps flexed with each slice, his heart racing with desire. The spatial awareness on his cattish face was quite irresistible as he pouted in focus and worked his way around the place.
Feeling bold, Felix crept closer, a grin spreading across his face. "Need help with that?" he asked, voice low and teasing.
Minho turned to him, eyebrows raised. "I'm fine, thank you very much," he replied, but Felix could see the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement.
