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It all started the day Baekhyun had just turned 19. Chanyeol, his personal driver, had taken him and his friend Yixing to a college frat party. As always, before going out for a night with a lot of drinking, the two boys started it at McDonalds. Chanyeol always insisted Baekhyun got something to eat before driving him to parties, so here they were at the drive-thru.
Chanyeol turned around to ask Yixing what he wanted and when he turned around to order Baekhyun pouted “what about me Yeol? I want-”, ''I already know what you want Baekhyun, you want the thing that tastes like churros and then some of that “cheese thing” Chanyeol said with a smirk, imitating Baekhyun's usual choice of words. Baekhyun huffed.
“Dude, your driver knows you too well,” Yixing commented, surprised. Baekhyun pouted and smiled sheepishly. Indeed, Chanyeol did.
Chanyeol proceeded to order for them and when they got their meals, Chanyeol handed it back to the two boys on the back seat. “Here Baekhyun, your large vanilla shake with fries to dip in and some chili cheese tops.” Chanyeol shook his head. Baekhyun's preference in food had always been questionable at best, but as long as he got some food inside before the heavy drinking he would take it.
Baekhyun and Yixing munched happily on their food as Chanyeol started the car again and drove towards the suburban areas where the frat party was located.
The night had started out fine, but when Baekhyun's car stopped in front of the house, the two boys could already see drunk people dancing on the porch as well as stumbling about on the front lawn. Loud beats could be heard from the open front door. Baekhyun smiled excitedly at Yixing as they exited the car.
It was a normal suburban house, white walls filled with pictures and posters from groups and idols. Very college-ish. The kitchen was dripping with alcohol from almost all surfaces. Baekhyun cringed internally and was happy that it wasn’t his floor which would look horrible the next morning.
The big living room was where the party was at. People were lounged on the sofas and chairs, around a table, playing some drinking game. Others were dancing to the beat in the corners and in the middle, a Nintendo Switch was set up.
Baekhyun and Yixing immediately went over to meet a few of their college friends, who were already drinking beers and playing games. Baekhyun, who was a very competitive person, of course wanted to play and successfully destroyed both Sehun and Jongdae at Mario Kart. As a reward, one of the guys who had been watching them play, offered Baekhyun a drink, which he gladly accepted. A pleasant buzz surged through Baekhyun’s body that made him throw caution to the wind.
After a while, he started getting dizzy, but quickly blamed it on the alcohol. He had had a lot to drink by now, so it wasn’t weird that he was already feeling it, but as his condition worsened, his mind became foggy. He found it increasingly harder to form coherent words. His body felt warm and his skin prickled. Yixing, who had seen Baekhyun drunk on numerous occasions, felt there was something off about his friend’s behavior.
As Baekhyun got more and more incoherent, Yixing started to panic. Worried for his friend’s well-being, he decided to call Baekhyun's driver, trusting that Chanyeol would know what to do. He fished Baekhyun's phone out of his skinny jeans pocket, not an easy job considering that Baekhyun had slumped against him and Yixing had to use most of his body to hold up his friend. Eventually he got the phone out and pressed number one on the speed dial, knowing it would connect to Chanyeol.
“Yes, Baekhyun?” Chanyeol answered groggily. It was 2 AM and he was napping on his couch, waiting for Baekhyun to summon him, which usually happened around the early hours of the morning, so Chanyeol had figured he’d had some time to rest.
“Mr. Chanyeol, it’s Baek’s friend Yixing. I-I think there’s something wrong with Baek.”
The moment Chanyeol heard those words, he stood up quickly, wide awake “I’m on my way!” he said, taking his keys out and running to his gray Mercedes. He pressed the speed limit to get to the house as fast as possible.
When he finally arrived, he saw Yixing sitting on the front lawn outside, Baekhyun was sprawled out over his lap, eyes closed and mouth hanging open. Chanyeol jumped out of the car and ran across the soft grass towards the two boys, kneeling down beside a now unconscious Baekhyun.
“What happened?” he asked Yixing with a serious face.
“I don’t know, Chanyeol,” Yixing answered, panic evident in his voice. “One minute we were playing and drinking, and then he suddenly started slurring and kept losing his balance. I took him out here so he could get some fresh air. He passed out about three minutes ago.”
Chanyeol looked closely at Baekhyun. His breathing was quick, his face was pale and a slight sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He had heard stories about young rich boys being drugged at these kinds of parties, and once they were unconscious, the perpetrator would rob them of their valuables. Chanyeol suspected that it was probably what had happened to Baekhyun.
“I’ll take him home and call his doctor immediately,” Chanyeol answered. He looped one of his arms under Baekhyun’s knees and the other around his shoulders as he hoisted the student up like he weighed nothing. The driver further proceeded to carry him to the spacious backseat of the car, where he gently put the boy down and fastened the seatbelt around him. Chanyeol heard a small sigh come from Baekhyun as his cheek collided with the cool leather interior of the car. Chanyeol took a quick look at the boy and noticed that his lips were pale and chapped while his brows were slightly furrowed.
After checking again to make sure Baekhyun was safely secured, Chanyeol got in the front and turned the key in the ignition, hearing the car roaring to life. He stepped on the gas pedal and started driving down the street as he pressed some buttons on the steering wheel, calling Baekhyun’s doctor.
After the fifth ring, the call was answered by a very sleepy voice “Chanyeol? It’s 2.30 AM for god’s sake,” Minseok mumbled.
“Listen Min,” Chanyeol replied hastily, “Baekhyun is unconscious, I think he was drugged. I need you to check on him and make sure he's alright. Meet me at his apartment in 15.” Chanyeol hurried through the dark streets, a worried frown had already set on his face. He looked in the rear-view mirror to check on Baekhyun, but the boy hadn’t even moved from his initial position. He cursed under his breath as his hands trembled with rage and worry, but he focused all his attention on getting Baekhyun home safely.
Within a few minutes, the car stopped at the gate of the complex, where Baekhyun’s parents had bought Baekhyun a big studio apartment. The gatekeeper quickly opened the gateway, when he recognised who it was. The car continued up the driveway and stopped in front of the large building. Luckily, the porter saw them and understood their hurry. Chanyeol let the car be on the pavement in front of the big doors and ran around to the side, to gently lift Baekhyun out and carry him through the massive oak front doors and up the polished stairs, to his studio on the second floor. When they arrived on Baekhyun’s floor, Minseok already stood outside, waiting for them, ready to check up on Baekhyun. Chanyeol supported Baekhyun with one hand while he pressed the code into Baekhyun’s door, unlocking it and letting Minseok in.
Chanyeol went straight to Baekhyun’s bedroom, leading the way for Minseok. He laid Baekhyun down on the silk sheets and took a step back, allowing Minseok to take over.
After a thorough exam and some blood tests, Minseok could confirm that Baekhyun had indeed been drugged, but he didn’t think it would affect Baekhyun any more than this. The student might have a rough morning once he woke up, but nothing more than that. Chanyeol thanked Minseok and decided to stay by Baekhyun’s side and keep an eye on him until he woke up, just in case something happened.
The next morning, Baekhyun woke up, feeling his head spin and his stomach turn. He had a dry and sour taste in his mouth and his throat felt rough. He felt terrible. He could sense light around him through his closed eyelids so he opened his eyes slowly trying to focus on something, but he quickly regretted it and squeezed them shut again when his stomach protested. Baekhyun could feel bile rising in his throat so he quickly turned his head to not vomit on his blanket.
Luckily, Chanyeol had been awake and was sitting quietly, as he observed Baekhyun and his condition. He was quick to notice the obvious discomfort and quickly placed a bucket underneath Baekhyun’s head, just in time for Baekhyun to turn and start vomiting.
As Baekhyun heaved and heaved into the bucket, until only stomach acid was left, after a while Chanyeol sat beside him on the bed and rubbed soothing circles on his back. When the vomiting spree seemed to be over, Chanyeol moved the bucket to the side of the bed and gave Baekhyun a glass of water. Baekhyun wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gladly accepted the cold liquid, drinking a little of it until he felt it soothing his insides. “Cha-Chanyeol, what are you doing here?” he asked his driver, his voice coming out rough.
“Yixing called me last night panicking, so I went to pick you up,” Chanyeol explained, looking at Baekhyun worriedly, “I had to carry you to bed and have Minseok come to check up on you. I was worried, Baekhyun. You got drugged last night and I just had to make sure nothing more happened to you.”
Baekhyun blushed at Chanyeol’s words “Wait, wait! You’ve been with me all n-night?” he asked, his eyes widening as he looked at Chanyeol. He felt his whole face turn scarlet as heat rose all the way to the tip of his ears. Baekhyun was horrified at this information. Chanyeol had been there, had seen him in his absolute worst state, and had even had to carry him. The student felt tears burning in his eyes. He had been crushing on his extremely handsome driver ever since Chanyeol was assigned to him, about six months ago. Realizing what Chanyeol had seen and had to do last night, he was mortified.
When Chanyeol saw that Baekhyun was doing okay, he decided to give him some time to himself to recover fully. “I’m glad you’re okay Baekhyun, just rest for the rest of the day, I’ll ask your favorite restaurant to deliver some food and have the porter bring it up to you.”
Baekhyun was too far gone in his head to answer properly so he just mumbled some incoherent words and something that sounded like a muffled thanks, which Chanyeol decided were enough for an answer, so he turned around and went out the door, gently shutting it behind him.
The weekend had passed and Baekhyun had recovered completely and was ready to start a new week in college. Baekhyun had spent the entire day, fantasizing about Chanyeol being a knight in shining armor and swooshing in to save him at the party, carrying him out in his arms. Explanations from Yixing about how worried his driver had seemed hadn’t helped his daydreaming either.
After a full day of boring classes, Chanyeol was now driving Baekhyun home in Baekhyun’s small Audi sportscar. He preferred this car over Chanyeol’s big Mercedes, when they were only driving small trips in the city, even though he knew his driver preferred to drive his own big Mercedes as there was more space for his long legs.
Baekhyun had been nervous driving with Chanyeol ever since what had happened. He had still put up his bravest front and pretended nothing was wrong. Chanyeol of course, saw right through his facade. Chanyeol too had been noticing Baekhyun’s every move, his every mood for the past six months, and he could tell Baekhyun was stiffer and more quiet than normal.
His usual chatter had dimmed down to a bare minimum and his eyes that had always watched Chanyeol’s every move with curiosity and something akin to wonder, were now often averted and downcast.
“Baekhyun.” Chanyeol’s deep voice called, successfully pulling Baekhyun out of his thoughts. “How long are you going to keep sulking?” the driver asked, playfully.
“I-I’m not sulking,” Baekhyun answered back, his full lower lip jutting out in an adorable pout. Baekhyun looked like a puppy who had just been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do and Chanyeol found it very endearing.
As the car stopped at a red light, Chanyeol leaned in closer to Baekhyun, his dark eyes staring intently at him, making it impossible for him to look away. Chanyeol’s breath was hot on Baekhyun’s lips when he spoke. “I know when you’re lying to me, Baekhyun, and you’re lying right now.” Baekhyun felt his heartbeat race at having Chanyeol so close, his strong musky scent filling his nostrils. Chanyeol smelt like oranges and dark wood. The sexual tension in the car was absolutely potent. Just a small spark and the whole car would be lit on fire.
Baekhyun cleared his throat. Having the man he had been dreaming about, so close to him was making his body react in ways he didn’t even know how to describe. "C-Chanyeol," he stammered, taking in a deep shaky breath, "wha-what are you doing?"
"Don't think I don't know you, Byun Baekhyun. I know all of your expressions and ways, I can tell that you've been avoiding me." Baekhyun tried to look away from Chanyeol’s heavy stare but was betrayed by the blush spreading on his cheeks. He swallowed nervously.
"I-I haven’t--" he tried again but he knew it was futile. Chanyeol had seen right through him.
"What is it, Baekhyun? Tell me what’s wrong." Chanyeol demanded. It was easier said than done. How could Baekhyun even begin to explain the situation; his crush on his driver, and the fact that he had embarrassed himself in front of him, and that Chanyeol probably only saw him as a spoiled, stupid, rich kid. However, Chanyeol's next words halted any form of thought process going on in his head. "It wouldn't have anything to do with your crush on me, would it?"
Baekhyun was gobsmacked "W-W-What are you talking about?" His voice held a slight hint of panic. How on earth did Chanyeol know?
"Baekhyun, do you really think I'm that stupid? That I wouldn't notice the way you stare at me, like you're imagining what's underneath my clothes?" Baekhyun didn't know what to say, he was in absolute shock and Chanyeol was absolutely right. Oh how he had imagined all the details of his driver's naked body in all its glory on many occasions.
Chanyeol chuckled at his cute, confused face, giving away everything the younger felt. "Silly Baekkie," he said, before leaning in and capturing Baekhyun’s lips in a sweet kiss.
It lasted only for a few seconds, as Chanyeol had to pull back when the traffic light turned green, he put the car in gear and drove down the road, leaving a completely gobsmacked Baekhyun behind. His face heated up and he could feel his whole face and neck turning crimson. He looked up at Chanyeol and saw his feelings, his lust and curiosity mirrored in his eyes. Baekhyun gave a slight nod to the silent question in Chanyeol's eyes, like he could hear his thoughts. When they got to the highway, instead of going right towards Baekhyun’s home, Chanyeol turned left onto the highway and sped up.
Baekhyun was so nervous, he didn’t even dare ask where Chanyeol was planning on taking him, His heart was still beating in his throat and his palms were sweaty where they were clutching the seat.
After a good ten minutes, Chanyeol took an exit and drove until he found a small sideroad, leading out in the middle of nowhere. It was getting dark outside and all Baekhyun could see outside the tinted windows were silhouettes of trees and bushes. After a while, the car finally halted.
“Get in the backseat, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol’s deep voice commanded. Baekhyun felt a stir in his lower stomach at the words. He unclasped his seatbelt and climbed in the back, not knowing what to expect.
Chanyeol shut off the engine and the car went silent, He opened the door and stepped out before flinging open the door to the back to a flushed Baekhyun looking up at him with wide eyes. He shredded off his jacket and threw it carelessly over the back of his seat. He loosened his tie and crawled in, settling down beside Baekhyun.
Baekhyun glanced up at his face with big, curious eyes. His breath hitched in the dark as Chanyeol's fingers gently caressed his cheek. Chanyeol grabbed his hand and pulled, until Baekhyun was on his knees, he then took Baekhyuns thighs and lifted him on top of him until the smaller was situated in his lap. The space in the car was small, but they made it work, Baekhyun's neck slightly tilted.
As Baekhyun settled down, Chanyeol placed one hand on his small waist, pulling him closer, and the other hand moved in Baekhyun's soft pink strands. He pulled at Baekhyun's hair slightly, making the student let out a soft breath which almost sounded like a moan. Chanyeol’s tongue darted out, running over his own plump lips, making them glisten. He tipped his head gently forward, until their lips met again. This time, it started slow and soft, lips pressing together until Chanyeol tilted Baekhyun's head to the side and deepened the kiss. He bit into Baekhyun's lower lip until the younger gasped and parted his lips slightly. Chanyeol took the chance and pushed the tip of his tongue in, meeting Baekhyun's halfway.
Baekhyun was hesitant at first, but after getting over the initial shock, he started moving his mouth, feverishly kissing Chanyeol back. He moaned as he licked into Chanyeol’s mouth and tasted him. The sweet taste of citrus and peppermint filled his senses.
Chanyeol's hand tightened around his waist until he was pushed flush against his chest, as their tongues battled for dominance. Which Chanyeol easily won as he made Baekhyun submit completely in his embrace.
Baekhyun whined slowly as he felt the bulge in Chanyeol's pants get bigger with each lewd sound that he emitted. His own crotch throbbed with excitement, anticipation and barely contained lust. He then grinded his hips down on Chanyeol, slowly, as if testing the waters first.
When Chanyeol growled and tightened the hand in his hair, pulling harder at the strands, Baekhyun started to grind down on Chanyeol harder, moving his hips in small circles. The friction sent jolts of electricity through him and judging by Chanyeol's impatient growls, the driver was just as affected as Baekhyun.
Baekhyn placed his long slender fingers on top of Chanyeol's broad shoulders and slid them up to clasp behind his neck. He squeezed hard and felt the strong hard muscles move under his fingertips as Chanyeol tightened his grip on him.
His mouth watered at the thought of what Chanyeol hid underneath his crisp white shirt, Baekhyun had imagined it several times, especially at night, with his hand tugged in his pyjama bottoms, as he stroked himself to unsatisfying orgasms. But he had never been this close before, close enough to actually be touching Chanyeol, to see what was underneath that perfectly ironed blazer and shirt.
He admired Chanyeol's strong shoulders as he slid his hands down his bulging arms and he felt a shiver run through him at the thought of what those strong arms could do to him.
His fingers moved up again, but hesitated at the top buttons of Chanyeol's shirt.
The hesitation only lasted for a moment before lust took over-caution and he started to unbutton them, popping them slowly one by one until Chanyeol's chest revealed itself.
Baekhyun's fingertips caressed the skin on his shoulders, his collarbones, down his firm chest as he basked in the glory that was Park Chanyeol.
“Chan” he breathed hard, shutting his eyes as lust overwhelmed him.
Chanyeol only smirked at him and grabbed his nape with one hand to pull Baekhyun down in another heated kiss. His other hand squeezed Baekhyun’s buttcheek before sliding up to tug his shirt out of his slacks and sliding his hand beneath the waistband, gently tugging the fabric down until the top of Baekhyun's glorious globes was revealed.
Chanyeol could finally grab the ass he had been dreaming about. Feeling the soft skin, Chanyeol growled. One of his hands slid up to rub at Baekhyun's nipple, finding it already hard. At the feeling of Chanyeol's fingers Baekhyun's hips started moving faster, months of pent up frustrations guiding his motions.
It didn’t take long for Baekhyun to come in his pants with a stutter and a whine, which he would have been embarrassed about had he not felt Chanyeol's throbbing length underneath him, demanding attention. He slowly slid to the side on the small back seat and his nimble fingers quickly found Chanyeol's belt and made quick work of his pants button, pulling his magnificent cock out from its suffering confines. Without further ado he slid his mouth down the length, eager to taste, to feel chanyeol in his mouth. As he bobbed his head up and down, dragging his tongue on the veins on the underside it didn’t take long for Chanyeol to come down his throat with a deep groan.