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At first, Seokmin thought it was just a fever.
There’s a herd of staff and members backstage. Everyone looks concerned, Seungcheol and Jeonghan muttering to each other, Jun quietly biting his lip in worry, Soonyoung and Seungkwan stretching on the other side of the room but craning their heads to hear what’s happening. Seokmin wants to warm up his voice somewhere else but he can’t bring himself to leave the room.
Chan groans from the couch. His skin is sickly pale, sweating from what seems like every pore from his body. He pulls at the hem of his t-shirt, which sticks to his chest.
“Can someone help me take this off?” Chan says. A staff member rushes to his side to help him and now Chan is shirtless with his head in his hands.
Another staff member takes out the thermometer from Chan’s ear, “He’s at 40.2°C.” Murmurs travel across the room once she reads the number. The staff discuss what to do, glancing worriedly at Chan before they come to a decision.
“Chan-ssi, we think you should rest tonight. We’ll draft an announcement to let the fans know as soon as possible, but let us know what you think.” one of their managers says.
“Ah, I really want to perform.” Chan groans. The members all look at him pityingly.
“I think you should rest too, Chan-ah,” Seungcheol says, “the fans will understand.”
Chan nods weakly at the leader’s words. Of course they’ll understand, but there’s no doubt that people will be disappointed. After more encouraging words from the others, Chan finally acquiesces, “I’ll rest tonight then.”
“Alright, the announcement is up. Chan-ssi, we’ll take you back to the hotel right away.” a manager says.
Chan looks so upset it’s endearing. The other members come by to give him ruffles to his hair or comforting touches to his leg, avoiding any exposed skin that’s still moist and warm to the touch.
“Hyungs, I’m really sorry.” Chan says when he gets up to head to the company car. The members refuse to accept his apology, telling him there’s nothing to be sorry for.
Seokmin pats Chan’s head, alarmed at how hot his scalp feels, “Don’t worry, Chan-ah.”
“Your health comes first.” Jeonghan says to him. The rest of them nod and try to comfort him but Chan is still clearly upset.
“It’s not in your control, just get better soon, okay?” Seungcheol says and that’s final.
They force another shirt back on him, Chan squirming like the fabric against his skin itches him. It probably wouldn’t look great if he was spotted outside the venue full of fans, half naked and sweaty before the concert even started.
But anyways, it’s probably just a fever.
The concert goes by easily, of course there's something missing about it without Chan. One would think that with thirteen members, a single missing person wouldn’t make too much of a difference. But Seokmin feels it, can never completely focus on the show and mind constantly drifting back to Chan, his skin pale and clammy as sweat soaks through his shirt.
When Seokmin gets back to the hotel he goes to Chan’s room to check on him. It's there he’s met immediately with an armful of boy.
“What-“
Chan shuts the door behind him, pressing Seokmin against it and practically climbing on top of him.
So Seokmin notices a few things.
First, Chan isn’t wearing any clothes save for his underwear.
Second, his bare legs are sandwiched around Seokmin’s and he’s rutting against his thigh, his cock sliding against the fabric of his underwear.
Third, Chan is not only humping Seokmin’s leg like a feral dog but he’s also tugging at every hemline of Seokmin’s clothes like it personally offends him that he’s still wearing clothes at all.
And last, it absolutely reeks of sex in here.
“Hyung.” Chan whines. Seokmin has no idea what’s going on here but Chan sounds wounded, like a poor animal that Seokmin can’t help but pout at his pitiful tone.
“Are you okay? What’s going on I-“
Chan shakes his head, burying his nose into Seokmin’s neck and licking at whatever water still left from his shower.
“Chan-ah?” Seokmin pulls Chan’s head out of neck and stares at him, “What’s going on with you?”
Chan manages to pull Seokmin’s hoodie off of him, hands immediately going for his chest muscles and squeezing the flesh between his hands.
“Hurts.”
“Hurts? What hurts?”
Chan looks between his legs.
Ah.
“Already came before you got here. Came four times.”
Oh yeah, Chan is still rock hard on Seokmin’s thigh.
“It doesn’t help. I don’t know what to do, I’m still so-“
Another thrust against Seokmin.
“Please help me. Fuck me.”
“Fuck you?” Seokmin parrots since he can barely process anything that’s happening right now, “You think that’ll help?”
Chan groans, frustrated as he throws his arms around Seokmin’s neck, kissing him open mouthed and wet and desperate. Seokmin naturally holds Chan by the waist before Chan spins them around, pushing Seokmin down into the hotel desk chair. Seokmin sees there’s already a bottle of lube and condoms on the desk. Someone had this planned out.
“Alright. I’ll help you.“
Chan’s eyes light up as he pulls off the rest of Seokmin’s clothes. Seokmin gasps as his cock slaps back against his stomach, hard already. Chan climbs on top of him with that same determined look he gets when he's in the studio, during dance practices, during music shows and concerts.
Seokmin has seen it before many times but it feels different being on the opposite side.
He’s distracted, just for a second while Chan is already completely naked and Seokmin thinks he’s about to sit on his dick right here.
“Wait wait, Chan-ah.” Seokmin places a hand on his thigh, “Prep?”
Chan looks over at the lube, conflicted, “Already prepped before you got here.”
Seokmin ignores him, reaching for the lube and squirting a copious amount over his fingers. He reaches behind Chan, one hand spreading him apart and the other pushing two fingers inside.
Chan does a full body shiver at the intrusion, bending down to kiss Seokmin again. Seokmin fucks his fingers in faster, and Chan lets out a high pitched, breathy sound with each thrust. Chan eventually moves, grabbing Seokmin’s wrist and stilling him.
“Your cock, please, please hyung-“
“Okay, okay, yeah I got you.” Seokmin pulls his fingers out and wipes his hand on the sheets nearby. Sorry, hotel staff. He reaches for the condom before Chan stops him.
“No, don’t put it on.” Chan says.
Seokmin breathes deeply through his nose, “You don’t want a condom?” He’s going to die, his soul is going to leak out his ears and he is going to die.
Chan shakes his head, “Hyung, can you also-“ he hesitates before he shakes his head and continues, “Want you to pretend like I’ve never done this before. And be mean to me, please.” Chan trails off with the loveliest flush over his face.
"That's what you want?"
Chan nods.
"You think that'll help, uh, whatever this is?"
Chan nods harder.
Well, Seokmin is wonderful at following directions.
As Seokmin lines his cock up with Chan’s hole, Chan drops his weight down on him too fast, both of them gasping in surprise.
“Mmm, big..” Chan trails off, hips moving back and forth on top of Seokmin, “Want it harder.” Jesus.
What did Chan say again? To pretend like he’s never done this before and he wants Seokmin to be mean. That, he can do. “God, you’re a slut. First time and you’re already begging for more.”
It feels a little awkward coming out of Seokmin's mouth.
Chan gasps in delight, “Yes, yes, I’m a slut, I want it more, hyung.”
“Want what, hmm? Use your words.”
“Want your-“ Chan chokes as Seokmin squeezes his thighs, hard, “C-cock.” his voice drops so he’s nearly whispering.
Seokmin laughs nervously, “Big word, isn’t it? Fuck, you can barely even say cock and you’re here bouncing in my lap desperate for it.”
Chan whines at Seokmin’s words, hips ready to fuck back down on him before Seokmin grabs his waist, lifting him up until the tip of his cock falls out of Chan.
“You’re not a kid anymore, aren’t you Chan-ah?”
“No.”
“Are you an adult now?” Seokmin brushes a ruly strand of hair out of Chan’s face. Sweat sticks the strand to his forehead.
“No. Yes, hah-” Chan’s moan sounds like it was punched out of him as Seokmin presses his heels into the ground, hips kicking up as he lets go of Chan so he drops back on his cock.
“Yes! Ah, yes, fuck me open like that, ruining me- fuck.”
Seokmin groans, driving his cock into Chan harder, “You’re perfect, fuck.” he puts his hands on Chan’s waist, “Look at you, so fucking small and taking cock so well.”
Chan grins, pretty teeth on display as he shuts his eyes while his whole body jerks compliantly with every one of Seokmin’s thrusts.
“Chan-ah, I’m close.”
“No, fuck-” Chan gasps, “That means you’re gonna stop fucking me and I’ll be so empty without it, hyung.”
Seokmin’s fingers dig into Chan’s waist, “Fuck, you can’t just say stuff like that, baby.”
“Hyung you feel so good inside me, so good like you’re splitting me open. Fuck, fuck, I love it. I love hyung’s cock inside of me.” Chan babbles, sweat beading at his hairline.
“Ah, shit.” Seokmin groans.
“You’re gonna come inside me? Fill me up until I’m leaking with your come, claiming me like I’m your cocksleeve-“
One more slam of Seokmin’s hips and he’s emptying himself inside Chan, who bites down on his lip to contain his full-on grin. Seokmin’s eyes are closed as his hand wraps around Chan’s cock, thrusting weakly inside him and pulling loosely until he feels Chan clench down around him when he comes. He moves to pull out but Chan stops him, sitting comfortably on his thighs while Seokmin’s cock grows soft inside him.
“Chan-ah.. I love you but,” Seokmin pants, “please get off me. I think my dick can’t handle it anymore. And you’re so- so sweaty it’s insane.”
“Ah hyung, I don’t think I can move anymore. I think you have to carry me.”
Brat. Seokmin finds whatever strength he has left to grab under Chan’s knees and lifts him while he stands up. He pulls back the covers and lies down next to Chan, doubly exhausted from the concert and whatever just happened in the last hour.
“Hyung look! I’m soft now!” Chan gestures excitedly at his cock.
“Glad I could help,” Seokmin pats Chan’s arm before he cracks an eye open, “So what if it was someone else who came to check on you first?”
Chan smiles, “Well, then I would’ve just asked them to fuck me.”
Seokmin laughs in disbelief, “You’re really unbelievable.”
“Mm-hmm, sure. As if that doesn’t turn you on.”
Seokmin reaches over to cover Chan’s mouth, “Shut up. I missed you today. We all did.”
Chan shakes his head, pulling Seokmin’s hand off his face, “I can’t believe I had to miss a show because of this.” he gestures between his legs.
Seokmin pecks Chan on the cheek, “I got you for next time, if you need help again.”