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Chenle’s drooling. He has to physically wipe the drool from his chin before someone catches him. It’s early, too early to be awake and conscious (and admittedly hard), but here he is at 6am at the gym. He didn’t even realize gyms open this early. He would have left after 10 minutes of attempting and failing at using these machines but then his eyes caught the beefcake that is one of the gym instructors.
Chenle needed him 6 inches deep in him like yesterday.
Why is he at the gym during such evil hours, trying to use the machines he’s never used once in his comfortable life? Chenle has his dick to blame for that as well, but is it really it’s fault? When Lee Jeno of all people, an absolutely delicious, tasty man gives you that smile, sweat beading down his face after just getting back to the gym and asks, do you want to come to the gym with me tomorrow? What’s Chenle supposed to do, say no?
Chenle doesn’t do this, he doesn’t work out. The most he’s ever done is help Jisung prepare for a dance competition because that’s what best friends do for each other, but that’s it. As soon as Jeno asked him that question however, he decided then and there he and Jeno were going to become swolemates. Jisung laughed at him when he found that word after doing some research. Chenle was and is very serious about that though. If dedicating his life to working out will get him closer to Jeno (and his dick if he’s being honest here) then that’s exactly what he’s going to do.
The moment he stepped foot in the gym, all his hopes and dreams were immediately shattered when he saw a text from Jeno apologizing for not being there because he caught something and wasn’t feeling well. All chances of Chenle getting the dick of his life fell around him. He even prepared himself before he left! Sure he actually wasn’t sure if Jeno would fuck him, preferably in the gym showers, but it was something he could hope for.
He almost walked out, hesitating only when Jeno told him to go on without him and send pictures (Pictures of what? His body after working out? Shirtless pics in front of the mirror? What does that mean!), but that’s when Chenle caught sight of the second hottest, beefiest man he’s ever seen. Hence why he’s currently drooling all over the machine he has no idea how to use.
He’s hot. Dark hair pushed back, leaving only a few strands to fall on his forehead. There’s so many veins running along his arms and even a few that stick out on his neck when he helps someone lift a weight. His biceps are fucking huge, Chenle kind of wants to feel what it would be like to be put in a chokehold. And his pecs, dear god. Chenle’s always been a boobs guy, he was when he thought he was straight and still is after he learned he stared at guys a little too much. Mark Lee was his bisexual awakening truly. And the pecs on this man, the way he pushes his chest out when he demonstrates another machine…. God. Chenle wants to bury his face in them, see how long he can last buried in this mans chest before he needs to breathe again.
He’s also wearing shorts. Shorts. Chenle wants to bite his thick, muscular thigh. Chenle nearly faints when the man bends over and sticks his ass out. This is where it ends, at 6:43 on a Monday morning, dying before he even got the dick.
Chenle refuses to go out that way so he hatches a plan. Mr. Muscles seems to be a trainer at the gym, but instead of teaching a class or a specific person he’s helping out some of the random gym goers here and demonstrating how to use the machines. He even gets “hands on” with some of them to help them use the machines properly. Chenle needs hands on help. Specifically this man's hands on certain parts of his body.
After an hour of attempting to get the man's attention, the only thing Chenle feels is embarrassment. He was hoping if he pretends to be bad and clueless at using these machines (which isn’t a lie, he really is) that Mr. Muscles over there will come help him. Except he doesn’t. Chenle feels like he’s helping everyone in this gym but him. He’s kind of insulted. Every time Mr. Muscles looks his way, Chenle brightens up and really puts his acting skills to the test, but it’s all fruitless when the man just looks away uninterested. What’s so uninteresting about him anyways? Chenle hasn't felt this kind of rejection in a while. If Jeno were here he knows for a fact that Jeno would have fallen into his trap. What makes this guy different from his sexy friend? This small road bump doesn’t stop him though, and after a while he figures out one way to get his attention. It’s an accident when his hands slip and the machine he’s using makes a loud bang as the weights slam down. He sees Mr. Muscles glaring at him now. Chenle smirks, he can work with this. After the third time he drops the weights without care, he sees Mr. Muscles' eyebrows twitch and then he’s walking over, thick biceps glistening with sweat. Chenle wants to drop to his knees and beg for it, but he resists himself.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He’s talking, but Chenle isn’t listening. Eyes stuck on his chest as he crosses his arms.
“My eyes are up here.”
“Shhh, let me look at them a little longer.”
Mr. Muscles sighs. Chenle should really learn his name. “I’m Chenle. What’s your name? I’ve just been calling you Mr. Muscles in my head.”
That gets him to crack a smile. “Jaemin. And do I have to ask you to leave for trying to break my machines?”
Chenle bits his lips. He can’t have that. “But Jaemin,” he makes his voice whiny and high. It catches people’s attention and Jaemin narrows his eyes, Chenle can tell he regrets telling him his name. “I don’t know how to use these machines. You wouldn’t kick me out without teaching me would you?” Chenle pouts and bats his eyelashes, he sees a vein on Jaemin’s forehead twitch as he hears a group of people whispering as they stare at him. Chenle fights the urge to smirk, he’s winning this one and Jaemin understands that.
“Fine,” he grits out, “Come here.”
Jaemin grabs him and Chenle wants to whimper as he’s manhandled to another machine. It’s like a dream come true when Jaemin gets behind him, pressing his front to Chenle’s back.
“You’re a brat,” Jaemin hisses in his ear.
“Yeah? What are you going to do about it? Give me a one on one session?” Chenle challenges, he hopes Jaemin says yes.
Jaemin chuckles darkly, “ Maybe later, if you’ve earned it. Now come on, we’re not here to just chit chat.”
Chenle quickly learns he can’t do this. He doesn’t even know if the sounds that leave his mouth are human as he uses whatever medieval torture device Jaemin is forcing him to use right now.
“Come on, you can do it.”
It doesn’t help that Jaemin's hot breath is hitting his neck, hands stroking his arms as he encourages Chenle. Chenle would have found it hot, sexy even, if he wasn’t currently fighting for his life.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
Chenle whines, way too loud to be considered appropriate in a place like this. “I-I can’t.” he grits out, muscles on fire and his arms are about to give out any second now.
“You can’t?” Jaemin doesn’t sound happy with his answer, fingers digging harshly into his skin. “Begging for my attention like a brat and now that you finally have it you can’t even keep up with my workouts.”
“T-That’s not it!” Chenle has no idea what they must look like to the other members of the gym Does it look like Jaemin’s just lending a friendly hand? Or can people see the monster he’s awoken in him? Or the way Chenle’s shorts are starting to tent, nothing about this situation justifying that reaction yet here he is.
Jaemin has to notice it too because he snorts, hands only getting tighter around him. “This is what turns you on? Really?”
“Stop,” Chenle whines, teeth digging into his bottom lip. Apparently it is, but he’s too embarrassed to admit it. Jaemin’s strong, muscular body surrounding him paired with the way he grips Chenle, the words he hisses into his ear, it just hits Chenle in all the right ways.
Jaemin smirks. “If you can’t do this then I’ll go find someone who can. You’re just wasting my time.”
“No, Jaemin I can. I just–” It’s a lie, Chenle can’t do this. The moment those words leave his mouth he lets out another loud whine and finally lets go of the machine. He falls backwards, right into Jaemin’s arms and Jaemin surprisingly catches him. Fuck, he really couldn’t do it. Chenle’s ready to turn in his gym membership (one he just purchased as soon as Jeno asked him to join in on his workout routine) and leave the gym with his head held low, trying his best to avoid peoples curious gazes while simultaneously hiding his hardon. However, that’s not what Jaemin asks of him.
Jaemin’s hot breath hitting his ear causes him to shiver. “Meet me in the locker room at closing.”
Chenle sneaks into the locker room a minute before they officially close, avoiding the security guard and hiding in one of the shower stalls when a guard comes into the room to check if it’s clear. The gym has to be empty by this point and Chenle fears that this was all a prank and Jaemin left already, leaving him locked in the gym until morning. He hears the sound of a door opening and holds his breath, hoping that it’s Jaemin.
It is Jaemin, thankfully. The only difference in his appearance is the loss of his shirt, big shiny pecs and abs all out for Chenle to see. His shorts are low on his hips, giving Chenle a delicious view of his v line and happy trail. God, Chenle really hopes Jaemin came in here to do what Chenle thinks he’s going to do.
Jaemin spots him immediately, but he doesn’t look particularly happy. His dark eyes pin Chenle in place and Chenle gulps, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
Jaemin only says one word. “Strip.”
Chenle’s heart beats fast in his chest. He opens his mouth to say something, but Jaemin’s sharp (and hot oh my god) look stops him in his tracks. With shaky hands he grabs the hem of his shirt and slowly pulls it up and over his head. His body shivers as the cold air hits his skin. He starts to hesitate when Jaemin’s eyes pierce into his bare skin, fingers dipping underneath the waistband of his shorts nervously.
“I’m waiting,” Jaemin says, almost bored, but there’s nothing boring about the intense heat in his eyes as he waits.
Chenle gulps again and finally takes his shorts off, leaving him in just his underwear. He doesn’t think he can strip completely naked in front of Jaemin while the older man still has his own shorts on.
Jaemin clicks his tongue in disappointment but doesn’t push it. “Come here.”
Chenle eagerly walks up to him, skin tingling with anticipation at what’s to come next. However, he doesn’t expect Jaemin to grab his wrist and pull him closer, other hand gripping the back of his head.
“You’re out there ruining my machines for my attention, what are you going to do if you break them?” Jaemin growls. He grabs Chenle's hair and tugs his head back, pain runs through Chenle’s veins and he moans. “Oh? Do you like that?” Jaemin tugs on his hair again and Chenle whines, high pitched and girly.
“Fuck yeah I do.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Chenle can barely form words to answer Jaemin’s question. He’s thick and hard in his underwear now, his hips moving on their own to try and rub again Jaemin’s thigh but Jaemin doesn’t allow it.
“Chenle,” he sings, but there’s nothing nice or lovely about his voice or the way he’s pulling at Chenle’s hair. “Are you ignoring me? I’ll leave you here, let someone find your pathetic hard self in the morning and watch you try to fumble your way through an explanation.” Jaemin finally gives him relief, but it’s mean. His hand squeezes Chenle’s hardon through his briefs, causing Chenle to squeeze his eyes shut and whine. “That’s right, you can be as loud as you want here. It’s just us here, baby. Now are you going to answer me or am I leaving?”
“No!” Chenle yells when Jaemin starts to release him, “Don’t leave. I’m sorry, I-I’ll pay for the machines if I break them. I didn’t mean to, I promise.”
“Little shit,” Jaemin huffs. “I could tell you were doing it on purpose to get my attention, do you really think you can lie to me right now?”
“But I’m not lying!”
“Bullshit,” Jaemin growls, face right in front of his. Chenle’s so hard right now he could cry.
“I swear the first time was an accident–ah,” Jaemin squeezes his cock and Chenle feels close to exploding, “But I did want to get your attention after that. I promise I’ll pay for anything I break.”
Jaemin lets go of him, but he steadies Chenle with hands on his arms to stop him from falling. “And are you happy you got my attention now, yeah?” Jaemin raises his chin and Chenle nods his head through his tears. Suddenly his grip grows stronger on Chenle’s jaw and he squeezes, causing another whine from Chenle to spill out. “Oh baby,” Jaemin purrs, “My machines aren’t cheap, there’s no way you could pay for them.” Jaemin lets go of his face and suddenly he’s being pushed down onto his knees. “You’re making it up to me another way.” Chenle’s face is on fire as he watches Jaemin pull down his shorts and underwear just enough to free his cock, and then his hand is back to gripping Chenle’s hair and pulling him closer. “Open up.”
Chenle does just that, letting Jaemin shove him onto his long cock. Chenle tries not to choke as Jaemin shoves him down, precome hits his taste buds immediately and he tries his best to suck and lick greedily.
“That’s it.” Jaemin doesn’t sound affected, yet, but he does sound proud and that encourages Chenle to keep going.
Chenle places his hands on Jaemin’s thigh and closes his eyes as he sinks even lower before coming back up, licking up the shaft and swirling his tongue around the tip. He sucks on the tip like he would a lollipop, drinking up all the precome Jaemin leaks from his slit. He gets a low moan from Jaemin when he does that, one Chenle thinks he tried to hide but it came out regardless. Feeling good about his skills he keeps going, bobbing his head and sucking, moaning like he’s the one who’s actually getting his dick sucked.
“I didn’t expect you to be so good,” Jaemin sighs out, eyes glassy as he watches Chenle go down on him. Jaemin strokes the back of his head, which has Chenle fluttering his eyes shut and humming in delight, like a cat. Then Jaemin’s grip gets tighter and Chenle whimpers as Jaemin pushes him down, he sinks all the way down and lets Jaemin hold him there. Jaemin lets out quiet moans, head falling back and eyes shutting as Chenle struggles not to choke. “Alright, c’mon baby that’s enough of that.”
Chenle gasps when Jaemin pulls him off his slick cock and up onto his feet. Chenle falls forward, hand falling on Jaemin’s chest and oh, his fingers squeeze the flesh of his breasts in his hands. This is what he’s talking about.
Jaemin grins at him, all his 900 sharp teeth on display and looking ready to sink his canines into Chenle. “You really like my chest don’t you?”
“Yeah…” Chenle’s eyes stay glued to the bounce of Jaemin’s boobs. “Fuck. You’re so, fuck.”
Jaemin chuckles, “You can play with my tits all you want.” Jaemin uses one of his hands to guide Chenle’s hand to his nipple while his other hand pulls down Chenle’s underwear, “While I play with you here.” Jaemin makes a pleased hum when he feels Chenle’s still open from when he opened himself up at home, but some of the lube has dried. Jaemin pulls away, much to Chenle’s disappointment, to pull lube out of one of the lockers. Chenle raises an accusatory eyebrow at him, he really keeps lube in here?
Jaemin wiggles his eyebrows, “I have a client who’s always eager for it when he comes here if you know what I mean.”
Chenle can’t help but wonder who this client is. His brain flashes an image of a familiar puppy like face in his head. He couldn’t be referring to Jeno, could he?
His brain quickly dismisses that thought when Jaemin and his cleavage are back in front of his face. Jaemin’s now wet fingers reach around to nudge at his hole, his other hand pulling back his cheek to allow easier access. Jaemin sinks in two fingers and Chenle’s jaw drops in a silent moan. In no time Chenle is more than stretched open enough, moaning and drooling all over Jaemin’s boobs as he drives four fingers into him. He’d usually say four is a bit of an overkill, but he thinks this time he’ll need it.
“Up,” Jaemin grunts as he lifts Chenle up by his thighs and presses him against a nearby wall. Chenle whimpers and drools at the show of strength.
“I bet you could fuck me without the wall.”
Jaemin smirks at him, he knows it too. “Maybe next time, kitty.”
Chenle melts.
When Jaemin sinks in, Chenle eyes nearly roll to the back of his skull. He’s so big inside him, and when Jaemin grunts and pulls his hips back before fucking back in Chenle moans at how deep he goes.
“A-Ah, ahh, nghh Jaemin.”
“That feel good?”
Chenle nods his head, not caring that the back of his head smacks into the wall behind him. He feels too good. Jaemin cares though because he presses Chenle harder against the wall, Chenle’s legs tightening around his hips, and grips his waist with one hand while the other rests behind Chenle’s head to cushion the impact.
Chenle’s noises only grow louder and louder as Jaemin’s thrusts turn harsh, the room filling with the sound of slapping skin. Before he knows it he’s coming untouched, spilling all over their skin. Chenle groans when he realizes some of his come lands on Jaemin’s breast. Then Jaemin is joining him, groaning into his neck as he fills Chenle up.
Yeah, Chenle thinks he can do this whole working out thing more often.
Chenle’s still sore and is definitely limping a little, but he pushes his troubles to the side as he walks into the gym the next day, this time with Jeno by his side. He just couldn’t say no to those puppy eyes when Jeno begged him to come to the gym today. If Jeno notices his state, he doesn’t question it and walks ahead of him happily with a smile on his face. He might not be getting fucked again today, but that doesn’t mean tomorrows chance is off the table.
“Puppy!” Jeno is swooped into a hug, another man just as muscular as Jeno embracing him while cooing and pinching his cheeks. “Is my pup feeling better? I missed you yesterday, you know?” The man pouts at Jeno and that’s when Chenle gets a good look at his face. It’s Jaemin, looking as handsome as he did yesterday. He looks over Jeno’s shoulders and his eyes land on Chenle’s figure who’s frozen in place. Maybe Chenle was right about them knowing each other.
“Jeno, who’s this?” Jaemin smiles innocently at him, reaching out a hand to shake like he wasn’t balls deep inside Chenle last night in the gym locker room
“Oh, this is Chenle, and Chenle this is Jaemin.” Jeno blushes and scratches the back of his neck. His eyes move between Chenle and Jaemin nervously, yet Chenle can see a bit of hunger in them. Hm, maybe Chenle will be getting what he wants today after all.
Chenle grins, wide and sharp, deciding to play whatever game Jaemin’s throwing at him. For now at least. “Nice to meet you, Jaemin.”
Jaemin squeezes his hand tightly, the same hand that was pulling his hair. His eyes twinkle as he pulls Chenle forward, “Jeno’s spoken a lot about you.”
Interesting.