chanyeol buries his face into the neatly stacked piles of frozen corn, clamping his teeth down on one of the plastic bags to bite back the loud moan that threatens to escape his throat. his fingers dig into the cold, metal shelves, knuckles turning white from the pressure of his grip, as jongin’s open hand comes down hard on the curve of his ass with a resounding slap.

“fuck,” chanyeol whimpers as he feels the sharp, ringing sting where jongin’s hand had just made contact, leaving behind a bright red imprint that glows so very nicely against his pale, creamy skin. “shit, faster,” chanyeol moans, pressing up eagerly to meet with jongin’s thrusts. “i can’t… i hear… see,” he mumbles incoherently, unable to string two words together.

there’s definitely people on the other side of that door.

one arm wrapped tightly around chanyeol’s waist, jongin nods in compliance, sliding his other hand down chanyeol’s inner thigh and curling his fingers around his hard cock to jerk chanyeol off in tune to the rhythm that jongin is currently pounding into the boy below him.

“shit!” chanyeol jerks forward in surprise, hitting his forehead against the metal shelf with a loud thud. “ow.”

“shh,” jongin lets out a shivery laugh, not once faltering in his pace. “you okay?” he asks breathlessly, pressing his chest flush against chanyeol’s back and resting his forehead in the crook of chanyeol’s neck. 

“your hands are cold,” chanyeol whines in a whisper, glancing over his shoulder with heavy eyelids to shoot a glare at the younger behind him. “it’s freezing in here.”

“i think it’s nice,” jongin smiles in response, pressing a warm kiss against the soft, sensitive spot right below chanyeol’s ear.

“yeah, nice,” chanyeol grunts, letting his head fall to the side, anyway, to give jongin better access. and really, it is. the contrast between the icy cold of the freezer and the searing fire burning under his skin feels so amazing. “but that’s my dick you just grabbed there with your cold ass fingers.”

“i’m sorry,” jongin gasps, increasing the tempo of his hips and the hand jerking chanyeol off. his pace is now getting extremely erratic as he reaches closer to the edge, pumping chanyeol fast and hard to wreck him as much as jongin feels like he’s being taken apart, piece by piece, limb by limb.

murmuring a jumbled stream of non-words, chanyeol clutches onto the metal for support, completely dizzy and out of breath as he comes all over jongin’s fingers with a muffled cry. and jongin bites down on chanyeol’s shoulder to stifle his own moans as chanyeol’s muscles clench tight and hot around him, throwing him over the edge into mind numbing oblivion.

in his almost drunk-like haze, jongin doesn’t even realize chanyeol is saying anything at all until the elder is pushing him away, shivering as the biting cold air hits his wet dick as it slides out of chanyeol’s hole.

“pants on, pants on,” chanyeol whispers urgently as he quickly pulls up his own jeans before helping jongin with his.

chanyeol just barely finishes buttoning jongin’s slacks when the freezer door opens, both of their heads jerking to the side as an elderly woman and her grandchild stare at the two boys in surprise on the other side of the rows of shelves.

“um… corn?” chanyeol laughs awkwardly, grabbing a bag and handing it over to the blushing woman who promptly spins on her heels and hustles her curious granddaughter away in the opposite direction.