sparklepox | Stress Relief

Title: Stress Relief
Pairing: Junmyeon/Jongdae
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1341
Notes: For

exopromptmeme, for the prompt "Chen obviously made it clear that he was in charge of calming Suho down when he's stressed" with this inspiring gif.

It's not that anything's particularly wrong. There are no major injuries at the moment, and as far as he knows none of the members are fighting. They're selling well, and they're busy, but they're still getting at least a few hours of sleep every night, so it's not so bad. The anticipation is almost worse sometimes, like thinking about all the little problems that could at any moment explode into bigger problems makes the title of leader way too heavily on his shoulders. Even if he's not the oldest and Kris is supposed to be a leader too, he takes his position seriously—too seriously, some might say, but he can't and doesn't want to change the part of him that takes taking care of EXO seriously.

So here he is, worrying about nothing and everything all at once and feeling tired and overwhelmed. He puts his head down on his arms, listening to the movie playing in the next room and the voices chattering over it and trying to breathe slowly and calm his racing mind.

It doesn't work, really, but then he feels a warm hand on the back of his neck, thumb rubbing soothingly at his skin. He knows it's Jongdae even before he says, in a voice that's only a tiny bit mocking, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he mumbles into his arms.

"Then why are you sitting in here alone while everyone else has fun?" Jongdae keeps rubbing at his neck, and it does help, a little, like it always does.

"It's just..." He finally lifts his head so as to free his arms for a vague gesture that means "stuff."

"Things are good," Jongdae tells him firmly. "You shouldn't worry so much."

Junmyeon makes a face that translates to "Think who you're talking to," and Jongdae chuckles and pats his neck and shoulder. "You know what you need?" he asks. "I think you need a shower."

Junmyeon looks at Jongdae like he's crazy. Jongdae looks at him like he's an idiot. Junmyeon cocks his head in confusion. "With company," Jongdae adds dryly.

Junmyeon considers that maybe he is an idiot, or at least in need of a lot more sleep. "Oh," he says sheepishly. He can't really complain when Jongdae laughs at him, since he deserves it.

"Come on," Jongdae says, offering him a hand up. "Then you can get some sleep so your brain starts working again."

He lets Jongdae drag him up and to the shower, stopping to grab two towels. Once the door is locked behind them, Jongdae presses him against it and kisses him gently. That works better than anything else, because it's hard to be stressed with Jongdae's lips on his, soft and yielding, and his hands on Junmyeon's shoulders and his skin warm where Junmyeon's hands slip under the hem of his shirt. It feels like he could forget everything else and do this forever, their lips sliding against each other and tongues tangling together, hands light on each other's skin.

When they pull apart for air, he drops his mouth to Jongdae's neck, lips ghosting along soft skin, and the younger boy breathes, "Let's...please..."

Junmyeon lifts his head again and finds himself smiling. For all that Jongdae can be a mocking, demanding brat, he still looks at Junmyeon with something like stars in his eyes when they're together like this, like he's amazed that he gets to kiss and touch him. It feels good, strokes his ego a bit and makes him feel warm and happy too. "Yeah," he says softly, and lifts his hands to pull Jongdae's shirt off.

They take the rest of their clothes off quickly and stumble into the shower with their hands on each other. Junmyeon turns the shower on mostly to muffle the noise, though it's not enough to cover how loud Jongdae usually gets and he doubts anyone in the dorm is under any illusions about why they shower together sometimes. Then he presses his lips to Jongdae's neck again, not hard enough to leave a lasting mark but hard enough to make him tilt his head back and moan low in his throat.

Jongdae's good at high notes, but Junmyeon likes the low rumble of his voice as they rub against each other, getting hard fast at the touch of skin on skin. Junmyeon pushes a leg between Jongdae's and feels him hard against his hip, swallowing down the moans that draws from him in a more forceful kiss. Jongdae wraps his arms around Junmyeon as if to pull him even closer, and Junmyeon's hands tangle in his hair as they kiss breathlessly.

That seems to last a long time, but finally Jongdae gasps out, "Can I—?" but doesn't wait for an answer before slipping a hand between them and wrapping it around Junmyeon's erection. He shivers at the touch and lets out a soft moan, and he feels Jongdae smirk against his cheek. (Even if he can't see it, he knows it must be a smirk.) He doesn't mind, though, especially when Jongdae starts to move his hand and he lets everything go and just thinks about how good it feels.

He gets lost in it for a little while, but then he notices Jongdae rubbing against his leg and reaches down to touch him. That draws a moan from him, loud enough that Junmyeon shushes him even though he knows it's hopeless. But Jongdae does try, pressing his mouth into Junmyeon's shoulder so that his moans vibrate against his skin in a way that goes straight to his cock. He ups the tempo of his strokes so Jongdae shudders against him and grips him tight enough that Junmyeon grinds out a "Fuck.'

"Another time," Jongdae mumbles, never one to let an opportunity for a joke pass even when he can barely catch his breath.

Junmyeon can't bring himself to care (not that he would anyway) when Jongdae's hand is still moving on him and he's not going to last much longer. "Please," he gasps, not even sure what he's asking for, and then he's coming, forgetting everything for a few blissful moments.

When he comes down, he realizes he's stopped touching Jongdae. He turns them around so it's Jongdae leaning heavily against the wall and starts stroking again in earnest. He's noisy again, unmuffled by Junmyeon's shoulder, closing his eyes and moaning heavily. The tension in his body tells Junmyeon that he's almost there, so he strokes a little faster and then leans in for a kiss just in time to drink down Jongdae's cry as he comes, shuddering and then slumping against the wall.

They're still for a few breaths, and then Jongdae tilts his head to capture Junmyeon's lips, one short, breathless kiss and then another, and another. Then he opens his eyes again and pulls back with a smile that's an endearing mix of sweet and smug. "Feeling better?" he asks.

"Much," Junmyeon says honestly. Then, with a teasing smile, "You?"

Jongdae laughs at that. "I can't complain," he says, snaking an arm around Junmyeon's waist and leaning in for a more lingering kiss.

Suddenly, a knock at the door makes them both jump. "We know you're done so can you just go make out somewhere else?" Baekhyun yells. "Some of us actually want to use the shower for showering." Junmyeon can't help flushing, even though he shouldn't be surprised that they were overheard.

Jongdae has no such problem. "Feel free to come in!" he yells back.

"I know where you live, jackass!" Baekhyun retorts. "Payback's a bitch!"

"Fine, geez," Jongdae says with a laugh. "Give us a second."

"And don't forget to clean up!" Baekhyun adds before apparently retreating.

"I guess we should go," Jongdae says reluctantly as they both quickly wash off. "And make out somewhere else like he said."

"I thought you said I should get some sleep," Junmyeon reminds him with a smile.

That gets a smirk from Jongdae. "Of course," he says lightly. "You'll sleep like a baby after another round."