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Baekhyun wouldn’t say he has a crush on Chanyeol, but he wants to have sex with him very badly. He likes to tell himself that wanting to be railed by your best friend are fleeting thoughts everyone has. However, he acknowledges that these thoughts occur too frequently to define their relationship as purely platonic.
Baekhyun is in the living room watching a television program he could give less than two fucks about, a spoon dangling from his mouth. The curvature of the spoon is jammed between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. Despite today only being Wednesday, he felt it was appropriate to have a bowl of yogurt with a hint of spice (nuts) mixed in. He agreed to join the diet Chanyeol was starting. For whatever reason, Chanyeol has decided to hyper-obsess over implementing a healthy diet and lifestyle. Being the supportive friend that Baekhyun is, to help Chanyeol with his cravings, he agreed to cut back on his junk food intake. He took the diet seriously for about a week and quickly learned it’ll be a lifestyle change he’ll participate in whenever Chanyeol was around.
He pulls the spoon from his mouth. Today isn’t cheat day, but he got pushed left and right on the train ride home and was flipped off by a middle schooler for trying to get past him to enter the apartment complex. Specifically, he was told to go fuck yourself, old fuck with a sneer on his face. Baekhyun understood the rebellious phase most children go through isn’t a period they could control, but because a 12-year-old couldn’t manage his emotions properly— probably “weird” feelings for his history teacher that manifested into random bouts of anger—didn’t mean he had to be the garbage receptacle these feelings were thrown into.
The yogurt isn’t his ideal snack, but he wasn’t in the mood to go to the convenience store around the corner and risk being called an old fuck again. Baekhyun knows he’s not old, nowhere near, but he’s approaching his late twenties where it’s expected he’ll get married and start a family. A notion he wouldn’t hate as he always wanted kids, but he’s too busy tormenting himself over how Chanyeol would fit in his mouth than having unprotected sex with a woman.
Baekhyun takes another spoonful into his mouth, letting the low fat no sugar lite “vanilla” monstrosity back into his life. It tastes too much like nothing to feel any real pleasure but has too much of distinct taste to come out of the experience unscathed. He pulls the spoon from his mouth and notes the remaining streaks of the cream on the spoon, his face vaguely reflected on the metal utensil. Chanyeol is either a dense dumbass who couldn’t see thirst if someone was dying in a desert by his feet or he’s a lot better at hiding his feelings than he once thought. When he agreed that he would go on any sort of diet Chanyeol should have known, but Chanyeol should know a lot of things that he doesn’t. Unlike himself, Chanyeol is innocent—not virgin innocent but the idea of anyone having ulterior motives is something bad guys do in films and dramas. Baekhyun would refer to him as a himbo, but Chanyeol is actually quite intelligent. The childlike perception that everyone has good intentions was never beaten out of him.
Baekhyun stirs the leftover yogurt in the bowl to make it look like he didn’t waste as much as he actually did, the nuts drowning in the off-white paste. He stands and makes his way to the kitchen to dispose of the evidence. Halfway to the sink, the lock of the front door turns. He turns in the direction of the door, and his face grows hot for several reasons. Most obviously, he’s cheating on their diet and that’s going to hurt Chanyeol’s feelings, but more seriously Chanyeol is returning from the gym early. For what reason, he’s not sure nor does he care. The real danger is Chanyeol lingers around the common area making small talk about his day. Baekhyun didn’t like his very apparent attraction known since he values their friendship above anything else. It isn’t based upon being rejected, but he doesn’t want to make Chanyeol uncomfortable.
Which leads to Baekhyun’s major dilemma: Chanyeol is flirty with him.
For the past few months, they’ve danced around their friendship growing into something more serious. However, whenever he pushed Chanyeol pulled away and vice-versa. It’s been an ongoing game that has kept Baekhyun on his toes. Whenever he was interested in someone in the past, he made the first move. Chanyeol is more of a blooming flower. Too much or too little could kill off whatever could happen between them. The fluttering in Baekhyun’s stomach whenever he sees Chanyeol is becoming too hard to ignore to just let whatever this is die.
Baekhyun strides to the sink to rinse out his bowl, his house slippers scuffing against the linoleum floors. He runs the garbage disposal for good measure. He pretends he’s washing his hands when Chanyeol steps into the common area that consists of the kitchen and the dining and living areas.
Chanyeol usually beams whenever he returns from the gym, excited to tell Baekhyun about his workout like a husband telling his spouse about the latest hot gossip at work. Today, he slouches and sets his gym bag on the floor instead of dropping it like it was nothing. He avoids Baekhyun’s gaze and slumps to his room.
After a beat, Baekhyun trips over his feet as he skitters to the hallway, “C-Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol stops in the doorway of his bedroom. The tension in his shoulders releases with an exhale. Baekhyun knows he had some sort of workout since his toned arms are sweaty and his dark hair lacks its usual volume and curl. He turns his head to Baekhyun, his hand on the doorframe separating them. His expression is cold. Chanyeol is handsome, but he has a goofy energy about him. Even when he fuels sexually charged fantasies Baekhyun refuses to acknowledge with a coy look or a touch that lasts a couple of seconds too long, he’s funny about it. It’s one of Chanyeol’s several qualities that keeps Baekhyun in this confusing and emotionally taxing situation.
“Did something happen?”
Chanyeol is silent and his gaze is to the floor.
“Did that middle schooler call you an old fuck too?”
Chanyeol meets Baekhyun’s gaze and sighs exasperatedly, “A middle schooler called you old?” The cold look on Chanyeol’s face paired with the t-shirt turned muscle tee where his arms and part of his chest are visible has Baekhyun coughing up blood.
“Yeah, but I got over it.”
Chanyeol passes the threshold and Baekhyun moves to the doorway. Chanyeol’s room is an absolute mess. It’s not as hellish as his shared room with Junmyeon was in college, but Chanyeol’s is another laundry basket of clothes scattered on the floor to being a close runner up.
A silence falls between them, Chanyeol staring at the corner of the room and Baekhyun focusing on the center of Chanyeol’s shirt.
Chanyeol starts, “If you don’t need anything—”
“I don’t like seeing you sad.”
Chanyeol pauses and a pained look washes over his face.
Baekhyun continues, “Did something happen at the gym?” He smiles and his voice softens, “You can talk to me. Always.”
Chanyeol mutters, “It’s stupid.”
“This is never stupid.”
Chanyeol exhales and sits on his bed. He rests his elbows on his knees, his hands dangling between his thighs.
“…Chanyeol, it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it right now—"
“My friend I met at the gym…” Chanyeol starts quietly, “He’s been busy lately. Today I finally ran into him and found out he has been avoiding me.”
“Oh.”
Baekhyun is relieved that Chanyeol’s sour mood wasn’t spurred on from anything serious, but Chanyeol just started going to the gym a couple of months ago. What kind of bond did he forge with them for it to hurt him so much? Not to say he’s jealous because Chanyeol is allowed to have friends and on the off chance a romantic and/or sexual relationship. Baekhyun didn’t like the taste of disappointment on his tongue at that thought, but he also hates the bland veggie sausages he forces himself to eat for Chanyeol’s sake.
Chanyeol continues, exasperated, “I texted him earlier today during my lunch break if he wanted to meet up later, and he told me he’s busy. When I ran into him by the weights surrounded by other people, he pretended that he didn’t know who I was."
Baekhyun crosses the room and sits next to Chanyeol on the bed. He folds his arms and rests them on his knees, “Oh.”
Chanyeol stares forward, his eyes unfocused. He sits up and sighs, eyes closed, “I was so excited to have a workout buddy.”
“You can always find someone else.”
Chanyeol turns to Baekhyun, “Do you think so? People usually can’t keep up with me. I thought I found someone I didn’t have to hold back for.”
The sincerity in Chanyeol’s gaze almost makes Baekhyun want to offer himself as a tribute to be his new workout buddy—almost. He thinks this “friend” was shitty for leaving Chanyeol like that, but he also knows Chanyeol. Chanyeol might be funny, but he’s also intense. A gentle, sensitive spirit who’s obsessed with one-upping himself. He wouldn’t be shocked if working out with Chanyeol felt like boot camp for the armed services.
Baekhyun nods and smiles, “Sometimes it’s best to hold out for the perfect person.”
“But what if he was the perfect person, and I said the wrong thing or talked to him too much?”
“If he was the perfect person, he wouldn’t have treated you like that. Also, the perfect person wouldn’t have found your enthusiasm intimidating.”
“So, I was intimidating?”
“Chanyeol…let’s forget about the guy at the gym for now.”
Baekhyun isn’t sure if this will be enough, but he couldn’t think of any other way to cheer Chanyeol up. Deadpool is one of Chanyeol’s favorite movies. He has probably seen it close to 100 times or at least Baekhyun has seen Chanyeol watch it about 100 or so times.
“Is the yogurt helping?” Baekhyun sits next to Chanyeol on the couch. He pulls at the fabric of his pajama bottoms. His knees are bent in front of him. A chill wracks through him, but he couldn’t be bothered to switch his t-shirt for a sweatshirt or nag Chanyeol to turn the thermostat up.
“Hn.” Chanyeol looks down at his bowl of yogurt. He ate a lot more of it than he did, but Baekhyun presumes that Chanyeol actually enjoys this diet change.
The light from the television screen accentuates Chanyeol’s face structure, bringing attention to the curve of his lips and the tip of his nose. Baekhyun’s gaze travels to Chanyeol’s toned arms. The oversized armholes of his white worn tank top reveal a hint of his tight abdominal muscles and a pert brown nipple. It was one of their university spirit wear shirts that Chanyeol made into a makeshift muscle tee when he went through his fashion phase, one Baekhyun is happy he dropped as being critiqued over what did and didn’t fit his body day aged extremely quickly.
Chanyeol slumps into the couch, his legs outstretched in front of him. He places his bowl of yogurt next to him. He crosses his arms, and his gaze is lost. His eyes sparkle, and his face is flushed a soft pink. He blinks and shifts his attention to Baekhyun, their eyes meeting.
“Ah…” Baekhyun’s face warms at being caught staring, “I zoned out. Sorry.”
“Baekhyun-ie,” Chanyeol’s tone is even yet holds a tenderness that Baekhyun only hears when Chanyeol asks him for a favor, “Are you okay? You’ve been kinda down lately. It’s been bothering me a lot.” The room is suddenly warmer.
“It’s stress.” Stress from work? Yes. Stress from not wanting to ruin his friendship with Chanyeol because he wants the latter to use his dick to push his stomach through his throat? Also, yes.
“You’ve been taking care of me, but I’ve been neglecting you,” Chanyeol’s face softens.
“You’re too much of a baby and a softie to weather everything yourself, Chanyeol. It’s okay. I’m not as baby as I look.”
Chanyeol sits up, the light from the television shrouding his head and highlighting the stray hairs of his face. Chanyeol is closer than he was before, Baekhyun catching the smell of his orange and grapefruit body soap.
Baekhyun shies away, blushing, “Chanyeol, don’t beat yourself over it. Let’s finish watching Deadpool—”
“You don’t have to check up on me all the time.” Chanyeol’s tone is soft and nurturing. It flips the hot want that has been roaring through Baekhyun’s veins nonstop for the past couple of months into a subtle yet intoxicating burn that makes what he perceived as reality so much more heightened and recondite. It’s scaring him.
Baekhyun breaks eye contact and opts to stare at his knees. He watches as the fight scene flashes against the carpet and the wood surface of the coffee table.
“If I don’t, who will?” Baekhyun tries to add his usual mirth to not make the statement seem as intimate, awkward, and intense as it feels for him. Even if there was someone in Chanyeol’s life who would ask him these questions and had the patience to help him pick up the pieces, he would still do it. Entertaining Chanyeol’s low periods is insufferable, but it’s something he wants to do. Underneath the thirst and the confusing sexual feelings, he’s still Chanyeol’s friend.
“If I had someone else, would you push yourself like this to make sure I was okay?”
Baekhyun looks over at Chanyeol only to be met with the Chanyeol who came home from the gym. Chanyeol moves the bowl of yogurt to the coffee table then falls into the cushion of the couch with a soft oof. His gaze is fixated on the bowl.
Baekhyun’s throat is dry.
Chanyeol continues, “You don’t have to by the way.”
Chanyeol is wrong because he would continue to push himself so he’s the only one Chanyeol looks for.
This is another thing that has been confusing Baekhyun as of late. If he could compartmentalize his sexual feelings from his platonic feelings, there’s still a grey area that dips too much between having Chanyeol as a best friend and wanting to fuck him. It happens too infrequently for him to spend any time trying to understand why these things happen, but when it does occur it’s suffocating.
Chanyeol meets Baekhyun’s gaze and smiles softly. It’s sad.
Baekhyun’s face warms as everything around them fades and the space between them is too apparent. Chanyeol is doing it again. These moments force weird sentimentalities to the surface Baekhyun doesn’t want to explore.
“Chanyeol…I don’t sit down with you like this because I feel like I have to. You’re my friend, and I don’t like seeing you upset.” He shrinks into himself. He loves his friends a lot, but for whatever reason when he tells Chanyeol this, he’s more aware of how he’s sitting and how he strings his words together.
Chanyeol starts slowly, “Then…is it okay if I take care of you the same way?”
Baekhyun’s face is hot, and his limbs are jittery. The atmosphere with low lighting, their proximity, and Chanyeol looking at him like that makes it difficult for Baekhyun to breathe.
Baekhyun smiles, eager to flip the mood of the conversation into something lighter. He unfolds himself and sits properly on the couch, “You don’t have to take care of me like that, Chanyeol. I—”
Chanyeol turns his body toward Baekhyun and his voice rasps, “…Why do you look so lonely then?”
Baekhyun’s eyes widen slightly but return to their normal mast within seconds. He resists the urge to back away to the arm of the couch.
“I’m not lonely, Chanyeol. Not with you here with me.” Baekhyun’s voice is soft. He watches Chanyeol’s facial expressions, waiting for a break to change the subject without scaring him off.
“What if I told you, I was lonely?” Chanyeol is quiet, the hum of his voice is almost overwhelmed by the action scene that flashes on the television screen. The bright and sporadic lights paired with explosions reflect on Chanyeol’s face, shoulders, and arms.
Baekhyun’s gaze dips below Chanyeol’s stare. He presses his lips together as Chanyeol’s lips part, the bottom swell wet.
“What would you do?” Chanyeol continues.
At the sound of Chanyeol’s voice, Baekhyun looks away. He whispers, “I’ll stay with you. Just like this.”
Chanyeol leans forward, “What?”
It’s difficult for Baekhyun to inhale and his body is burning. His palms sweat and his armpits are moist. Suddenly, his lips feel dry, and the cotton of his clothes is too rough on his skin. He meets Chanyeol’s gaze. He swallows thickly at the redness of Chanyeol’s elfish ears and the darkness of his irises. Baekhyun isn’t used to being the prey, but he’s not confident he would run if Chanyeol chose to devour him.
“I’ll stay here with you, Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol is closer. “Like what?”
Before Baekhyun realizes, his head angles to the side. He can count Chanyeol’s eyelashes and catches the mole on the bridge of his nose. The off-sweet smell of the yogurt wafts past his face. He rasps before his eyes slide shut, “Just like this.”
Their lips touch. The kiss is chaste. Chanyeol’s lips are soft against Baekhyun’s. When isolated, the kiss isn’t special. It’s like many others he has shared with various other people in the past. But when he realizes this is Chanyeol, he is kissing Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s blood pumps faster through his veins and his limbs are twitchy with excitement. Chanyeol departs, his upper lip between Baekhyun’s lithe parted ones. Baekhyun is still until Chanyeol kisses him again. He pushes against Baekhyun with intent, his heartbeat roaring in his ears and his pulse beneath his fingertips apparent. Baekhyun kisses back. The tension in his body melting away with each rub of their mouths. He sits up with proper posture, meeting Chanyeol halfway.
The smack of their lips invades the previous ambiance of the movie. Baekhyun swallows a moan when Chanyeol holds Baekhyun’s jaw and dominates the kiss. They part again, their mouths a hair’s width away. Baekhyun breathes heavily, his lips buzzing and craving warmth.
“Baekhyun-ie,” Chanyeol rasps.
Baekhyun’s lips tingle in anticipation, “Hm?”
The silent question hangs between them. Baekhyun’s groin tightens, and he pushes his legs together as he hardens at Chanyeol’s implication.
Their lips meet once again, now building a sloppier tempo. Chanyeol’s hand drops in favor of holding Baekhyun’s waist. Baekhyun gasps into the kiss, allowing Chanyeol to introduce tongue. Baekhyun’s mind is a haze. This is bad—very bad.
With each lick and suck, Chanyeol’s hold on his waist intensifies as he pulls Baekhyun apart to the point all he could do is moan and hide how turned on he is by a kiss. It’s been a while since a sexual encounter felt this intense. His heart is in his throat, and he’s suffocating at Chanyeol’s ministrations and the small moans that sneak through his lips. It’s sweet. Sweeter than he would have imagined.
Chanyeol breaks the kiss and opts to lick and suck the curve of Baekhyun’s neck. Baekhyun arches his back and his mouth parts in a silent moan. Between the bland taste of yogurt mixed with Chanyeol’s minty toothpaste and the warmth of his mouth, a heat rises in Baekhyun’s body. He hasn’t felt this way from a brief make-out session ever.
If they end up fucking, Baekhyun knew whatever decency or self-respect he had for himself would be eradicated. Not only is he an old fuck who went to his old fuck job to pay for his old fuck apartment he shares with his roommate he met in college, making him an old fuck, he fucks like an old fuck.
“Chanyeol…” Baekhyun moans softly. He places a hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder, embracing him awkwardly.
Chanyeol catches on and rearranges himself. He guides Baekhyun to sit on his lap. Baekhyun’s head lulls to the side in the hope Chanyeol will give him more wet and messy kisses. He rubs himself against Chanyeol’s crotch and he freezes.
To his relief, Chanyeol is hard as hell perhaps harder than him, but it is a lot. Chanyeol is a lot. Chanyeol grunts, his hands traveling from Baekhyun’s waist to his bottom. He grips the flesh through the cotton of the pajama pants. They build a tempo, dry humping. Chanyeol ceases his assault on Baekhyun’s neck and sighs against his jaw. Baekhyun’s arms circle and hang over Chanyeol’s shoulders.
Baekhyun’s moans blend with Chanyeol’s panting, creating a cadence that shrouds Baekhyun in a state of arousal where he couldn’t care. If Chanyeol never wanted to touch him again or trash-talked him to Sehun after because he just laid there and took it making the ordeal boring with a lack of substance, he couldn’t be upset over it. One, he’ll be right. Two, the coarseness of Chanyeol’s sweats against his pajama bottoms is too delicious. Baekhyun’s eyes are unfocused, the far-off wall and the now dry hairs atop of Chanyeol’s head coming into view with each push of his hips fade into the darkness of the room.
Baekhyun hums, the heat pooling in his dick that has his balls drawing tight washes over him like high tide. He’s rapidly climbing, an orgasm fast approaching. He moans Chanyeol’s name as Chanyeol’s pants increase in frequency.
Baekhyun forces out, “I want to see your face.”
He detaches and pushes Chanyeol back, the latter submitting. Chanyeol lies back. His face is flushed, and his eyes are watery. His lips are puffy, and the swell of his lip is redder than the rest. A sense of pride washes over Baekhyun. While he’s been giving nothing for the past ten or fifteen minutes letting Chanyeol have his way with him, the absolute lack of effort on his part has turned Chanyeol on to the point he had to bite his lip to mute himself.
Baekhyun climbs onto Chanyeol’s lap and reaches behind him. He strokes Chanyeol through his sweatpants, the latter thrusting his hips up and whining.
“Take it out.” Chanyeol’s voice is gruff, a juxtaposition to the wanton whimpers he was letting out just a bit ago. His eyes are lidded but sharp despite the haze that hangs over them.
Baekhyun strokes him from base to tip. His face drops as his hand continues its journey until he reached the end of Chanyeol’s apparent daddy long dick. He swallows thickly.
Trying to keep his cool to not ruin the mood and look like a man who can’t take dick, he employs a sultrier approach.
“Are you seven…eight inches?” He moans when Chanyeol pushes their groins back together to restart the previous friction that makes his toes curl.
Baekhyun braces himself on Chanyeol’s chest and grinds his hips back and forth meeting Chanyeol’s thrusts. He knows Chanyeol’s sweats are obscuring and hindering the baby arm he has between his legs from standing up in its true glory, but the bulge that happened to free itself from the cotton confines is scaring him.
“Nine.”
Baekhyun stills. His mouth hangs open and his eyebrows knock together. It’s very difficult to comprehend that Chanyeol is nine inches when this same nine inches is the cause for boxers being wet and sticky, a euphoria he hasn’t met up with in ages knocking on his door—but what the absolute fuck. He knows he wants Chanyeol to push his organs at least two to three inches higher up his abdomen, but Chanyeol might quite literally do just that.
Baekhyun stutters, “N-nine?”
Chanyeol’s head falls back, his eyes closed. He moans, “Take it out.”
“Chanyeol…” Baekhyun moans, that coil from before tugging itself back, “You’re nine inches?”
Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun onto himself harder, his pants increasing in frequency. Baekhyun’s moans are unbashful as he continues to climb. He hiccups when that spring threatens to give way. He bites his lip and hums, muting his cries of pleasure.
“I’m close.”
A shot of ecstasy wrecks through his body as Baekhyun tightens one last time. He moans Chanyeol’s name.
“How in the fuck are you nine inches—” In all honesty, Baekhyun is angry.
“I want to fuck you so bad with these nine itches,” Chanyeol pants, breathless.
Baekhyun’s head falls back with his eyes slammed shut, “Hhmm—Chanyeol, I’m going to cum—”
“To see you bounce on my dick—”
Baekhyun is desperate. His hips frantically push into Chanyeol’s, effectively bouncing on top of him. Soft has that increase in frequency fall from his parted lips. His boxers are wetter and his dick aches. He bites his bottom lip and his face screws tight in concentration. His body tenses as waves of pleasure overwhelm him until the hairspring snaps. His mouth falls open as his orgasm hits him. A noise he’s not proud of making escapes his throat. His body twitches as he drowns in the weight of his orgasm. It’s been too long since he felt his nerve endings shoot off in such a way where he enters a state of bliss. Each moan knocks the wind out of him until the pleasure ebbs away, its ghost leaving a subtle whirr in its wake. He breathes heavily and his mouth is wet. His arms are weak, and he lost most strength in his core.
Chanyeol’s hips rolling in frequency brings him back to lucidity, his movements overstimulating him. He shifts up Chanyeol’s body, his nine-inch dick rubbing against the curve of his ass. He leans over Chanyeol’s body, panting. His eyes slide close, and he regains his footing enough to appreciate Chanyeol’s whimpers that rival the sweet moans from before. When Chanyeol’s moans blend together, Baekhyun opens his eyes to catch Chanyeol’s eyes glaze over before sliding shut once his orgasm hits him. His grip on Baekhyun’s hips tautens as he heightens the friction. He groans, and his eyebrows knock together.
Baekhyun’s groin churns in arousal at the redness of Chanyeol’s face and how his Adam’s Apple bobs once he comes down from his plateau. His mouth falls open, and his body calms. He loosens his grip on Baekhyun’s hips as his body conforms to the cushion of the couch.
As Baekhyun comes down and reenters sobriety, the weight of the situation sits in the base of his belly. He watches as Chanyeol’s breathing reacquaints itself with its normal rhythm. With Chanyeol’s sharp exhale, Baekhyun’s gaze kicks up to Chanyeol’s face. His eyes are closed, and his face and neck are still red. The fabric of Chanyeol’s tank top is coarser than what Baekhyun remembered, it rubbing unfavorably under his fingertips. His boxers stick to his skin, his cum cooling and chafing his groin area.
“Chanyeol…” Baekhyun’s voice is soft. He isn’t sure how he should feel. He wanted this for a while, it invading his thoughts at the most inopportune times. While it was satisfying, he’s hungrier.
Chanyeol sits up, his hands still holding Baekhyun’s hips. Baekhyun winces at how sticky his boxes feel. Their eyes meet. There’s a harsh flush across Chanyeol’s cheeks and neck. His hairline is damp, random black strands sticking to his forehead. At the sight of his lips, Baekhyun licks his, pulling away once he realized how nonplatonic that action was—even if dry humping his best friend and roommate was a friendly outing between friends who only have friend feelings for each other.
Chanyeol closes the gap, the kiss tamer than their last. Baekhyun’s lips buzz in excitement and warmth, his chest and stomach fluttery. They break only to reconnect with a smack again and again and again.
Baekhyun breaks the kiss, breathing heavily against Chanyeol’s lips.
“I want to do it again,” Chanyeol’s voice is gruff yet small, “but properly.”
Heat rises to Baekhyun’s face.
And just as fast as he flusters at the idea of them fucking, his face drops.
Chanyeol is nine inches. Where is it going? How is he going to take it? Despite this being the wrong time to feel competitive, he couldn’t lose to Chanyeol. He had to take it.
“Like?” Baekhyun is breathless.
Chanyeol mouths Baekhyun’s neck, the latter’s mouth falling open and a sigh escaping his lips. Chanyeol licks and sucks, his grip on Baekhyun’s hips increasing in intensity.
Chanyeol moans softly, “Can we have sex?”
Baekhyun’s grip on Chanyeol’s waist tightens. He looks away.
Yes. Absolutely yes. They already went this far. If their friendship is damaged, he had to milk it.
Baekhyun nods and hums, his groin tightening favorably.
Baekhyun pushes the blanket from his bed before falling backward on it. Chanyeol quickly follows, their mouths meeting with a smack. He pushes Baekhyun down and settles himself between Baekhyun’s parted thighs. The arousal from before returns, it burning Baekhyun from the inside out. He didn’t care that Chanyeol’s nine-inch is probably going to kill him, or his weird feelings that he couldn’t make sense of will makes things more complicated for the both of them. He wants Chanyeol to touch him.
Chanyeol breaks the kiss, his mouth wet. He supports himself on his elbows.
“Can I…um,” Chanyeol is quiet and looks away.
Baekhyun rests his arms above his head, his eyebrows knocking together in confusion.
Chanyeol continues, “I—you sounded surprised that I’m kinda big—”
Baekhyun’s mouth falls open in disbelief. Kind of? Kind of big?
“And I don’t want to hurt you. So, if you wanted to…” Chanyeol blushes and hunches his shoulders, “You could do me. I haven’t done it a lot, so I um—”
Baekhyun weighs his options. He’s pretty sure if he topped Chanyeol, Chanyeol would be worn out—maybe he’ll limp for a day. If Chanyeol topped, just as most of his fantasies consist of, he was going to die. Even if he woke up the next day, he would be better off if he didn’t.
Memories flood his mind to Chanyeol’s previous hookups he brought home and how it sounded like they were getting the life fucked out of them. When he ran into them early in the morning while making a coffee before work, they were walking corpses.
However, there was a flush of peace on their face. When he asked if Chanyeol was going to see them home, they waved him off stating I don’t need anything else. I don’t need help for anything else ever again. I’ve seen God. Before he could ask what that meant, Chanyeol would emerge from his room to offer breakfast and to walk them to the train station. Perhaps that was when all of this started.
“Yours—Yeah, you can.”
Baekhyun pushes himself deeper into the mattress, his fingers gripping the sheet. He hated how shy he sounded, but with Chanyeol looking at him like that he couldn’t help it. Despite the timid Chanyeol that shows up whenever he’s debating or asking for something selfishly—which wasn’t often, he’s pretty. His eyes are round and large but his jaw is sharp, speaking to the physically mature man that he is. Baekhyun swallows a moan and his dick strains in his pajama pants at the visual of Chanyeol fucking him—His eyes dark and heavily lidded while his pink wet lips release moan after moan, the bed creaking beneath them. Baekhyun’s groin churns and tightens in anticipation.
Their lips meet, Baekhyun moaning at the taste of Chanyeol’s mouth. A fervor takes over him. His arms lock behind Chanyeol’s neck, and he dominates the kiss by introducing tongue. When Chanyeol whimpers, Baekhyun’s dick hardens further. Chanyeol pushes their hips together, easing that itch that has Baekhyun’s dick throbbing and his thighs twitching. Baekhyun spreads his legs as Chanyeol sits up with his eyes closed, biting his bottom lip. Their pants overlap each other.
Baekhyun forces out, “I have lube and condoms under my bed.” He closes his eyes and succumbs to the mounting pleasure. Small moans escape between pants.
Baekhyun sighs in relief and annoyance when Chanyeol climbs off him, the bed shifting in the process. His thumbs slide under the waistband of his pants and pulls them down and off. By the time he removes his shirt, Chanyeol is back.
Chanyeol opens the bottle of lube, and he prepares two fingers. Baekhyun takes a deep breath while Chanyeol covers his body. He supports himself on his elbows on either side of Baekhyun’s head. The shine from the lube sparkles, and Baekhyun’s stomach drops in excitement and partial fear. He hasn’t stuck anything inside himself for months, and Chanyeol’s fingers are thick. Baekhyun’s mouth falls open when Chanyeol rubs around the puckered skin of his anus with a lubed finger. When he sticks it in, Baekhyun inhales audibly. He lets it go once Chanyeol’s finger fits inside him entirely.
Baekhyun gasps when Chanyeol starts a tempo that steadily increases. He grips the sheets as the smack of his finger and the lube fills the quiet of the room. His stomach flutters. It wasn’t great but it wasn’t terrible either. He closes his eyes.
“Chanyeol, are you nervous…doing this with me?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Baekhyun’s hands drape over Chanyeol’s shoulders. He pants softly, “I’m not a piece of glass.”
He’s not a piece of glass, but he’s sure Chanyeol’s nine-incher could break even the sturdiest of boulders. Chanyeol would know more of what he’s capable of, but he doesn’t want to disappoint him. There’s nothing wrong with being needy in bed, but he wants Chanyeol to see God as well. Perhaps if this rendezvous goes well enough, he’ll want to do this with him again.
“Yeah…”
“Do you still want to do this?”
Chanyeol adds another finger. Baekhyun’s nails bite into the fabric of Chanyeol’s shirt. He’s gasping, a whine escaping every other thrust. The bed creaks.
“I’ve always wanted to do this with you,” Chanyeol comments absent-mindlessly, his voice rough and faint.
Baekhyun’s heartbeat speeds up, and his face warms. He’s breathless. He always knew they were dancing around something, but for Chanyeol to think about this something for an extended period of time satisfies him. A selfish part of him wishes that he’s the only person Chanyeol feels this way for.
“Then let’s make the most out of it,” Baekhyun is quiet. He’s embarrassed. He’s happy. He’s confused. He didn’t want to think about what these feelings mean to him.
Baekhyun moans when Chanyeol curls his fingers. He pants when a pleasurable pressure takes over him, filling his thoughts with how it feels better with each passing thrust. With a third finger, which is a tight fit, Baekhyun’s legs embrace Chanyeol’s sides. He throws his head back, panting. It’s uncomfortable, but the pleasure is choking him. There’s an ache deeper inside him. He feels Chanyeol is purposely missing his prostate to deprive him from seeing stars. Is it orgasm denial? Is this a tactic to make him crave it more so when he finally has the real thing it’s that much better?
Just on cue, Chanyeol strikes it. His fingers push into it, rubbing and pressing into it while massaging the inner walls. Baekhyun rides Chanyeol’s fingers, what little decency he had left is lost in the loud smack of Chanyeol’s fingers and his heavy breaths. He increases his tempo, finger fucking Baekhyun.
Baekhyun sweats, his body clammy. He attempts to close his legs.
“Hold your thigh.” Chanyeol’s voice is deeper.
Baekhyun holds the underside of his thigh. He’s never felt this as intense before. He moans with each push and pull. The smack of Chanyeol’s palm against his ass checks is only spurring him on. His groin tightens. His eyes are wet, and dribble drips from the corner of his mouth. Baekhyun’s free hand returns to its position above his head gripping the sheet. He pants distinctly as the coil from before pulls itself back ready to relaunch him into that state of euphoria. Will he enter that nirvana state like all of Chanyeol’s other hookups? He’s not sure, but it feels too good for him to nitpick how he orgasms as long as he does. When Chanyeol pushes into his prostate head-on, Baekhyun arches his back and cries out.
Chanyeol pulls his fingers out and backs off unexpectedly. Baekhyun releases a breath, and his body relaxes. He opens his eyes and he’s alone in the room. He blinks in confusion. He sits up and observes how red the underside of his thigh is. He can spot indentation marks from his nails. At the rasp of the door, his gaze kicks up. Chanyeol is at the doorway. He leaves the door open, the darkness of the hallway contrasting with the brightness of the room. As he makes his way to the bed, he pulls his tank top off, revealing the fruits of his strict workout schedule. He’s not bodybuilder or sports model thick, but he has more muscle tone and definition than he did before. Baekhyun would still categorize him as slim, but he’s gaining weight in the right places.
When Chanyeol makes it to the bed, he slides his sweatpants to his thighs, boxers in all.
Baekhyun tries to swallow his surprise to not ruin the mood, but his eyes widen and his face flushes. Is my asshole going to prolapse?
Chanyeol has a healthy curve and a thick shaft. The foreskin is already pushed back revealing the very pink head and a slob of precum that leaks from it. Before Baekhyun could commit the sight to memory, Chanyeol kisses him. It’s rushed and wet. He falls back into the mattress and moans when Chanyeol climbs between his thighs. The sound of Chanyeol ripping the condom open is light between them.
Baekhyun breaks the kiss and drapes his arms over Chanyeol’s shoulders. He whispers hotly, “I had condoms.”
Chanyeol kisses him with a smack. His voice is deeper and more distant than it was before, “They were too small.”
Their lips reconnect. Baekhyun’s eyebrows twitch at the comment. He knows Chanyeol’s anatomy is an anomaly so he couldn’t take it personally and finding a condom that fits him is actually the responsible thing to do sex health-wise, but he didn’t want to hear Chanyeol say it.
Chanyeol moans then shifts so their dicks slide together. He breaks the kiss and supports himself on his palm while standing on his knees. He hovers over Baekhyun’s body, his free hand holding the base of his dick.
Baekhyun blushes when he catches Chanyeol staring at his dick. It isn’t bad or underwhelming objectively. In comparison to Chanyeol’s his isn’t worth looking at twice. He has greatly satisfied his partners—perhaps none of them were propelled to the life beyond for a few seconds, but he made it work. Chanyeol’s eyes are lidded, and his mouth is wet. His face is stoic, his eyebrows darker than what Baekhyun remembers. Despite openly staring at him without a piece of tact, his cheeks are flushed.
Chanyeol mumbles, “It’s so pretty.”
“Ah.”
Chanyeol’s eyes shift lower, “Just like your fucked asshole.”
“Ah…?” Baekhyun’s blush deepens, a pleasurable tremor running through his body.
Chanyeol stills and presses his lips together. He makes eye contact with Baekhyun. He starts quietly, “I’ve…had this fantasy—” He looks away, his face redder than before.
Baekhyun’s heart rate picks up.
“I really want you to ride me if you’re not too tired.”
Baekhyun’s gaze shifts to the monster between Chanyeol’s legs, now covered in a yellow sheath of rubber. No matter what position they do it in, he’s going to feel it but sitting on it might be too much too soon. He presumes he could better control the tempo this way. He won’t have to beg Chanyeol to slow down, something Chanyeol rarely does if his hookup partners that break the sound barrier are any indication.
“Okay.”
Chanyeol’s face lights up, and he sits in the lotus position. Baekhyun rises to his knees and crawls over to Chanyeol. He spreads his thighs and swaddles into Chanyeol’s lap, his legs on either side of his hips. He steadies himself by placing his arms over Chanyeol’s shoulders. They’re face-to-face.
“Chanyeol-ie, I’ve…thought about this a lot too.”
A look Baekhyun isn’t familiar with crosses Chanyeol’s face. He holds his hips and tilts his head back. The fringe that messily decorated his forehead falls to the sides of his face. Chanyeol’s eyes sparkle, something Baekhyun only sees when he eats his favorite food or he wins a game against Jongdae, often high-fiving anyone in the near vicinity and cheering until his voice cracks. A haze overcomes Baekhyun, one that overrides the pain in his dick. Despite this being their first time together and without clarity of whatever the fuck is going on, it’s comfortable. The anxiety Baekhyun has felt up to this moment ebbed away.
Baekhyun grabs Chanyeol’s dick and brings it to his anus. He presses down on it, his mouth falling open as his asshole begins to stretch to accommodate it.
There’s no way it’s going to fit.
Chanyeol’s fingertips press into Baekhyun’s hips, and his eyes fall to half-mast. His gaze is intimidating, but Baekhyun can’t look away. His thighs open wider as he takes more of it. He bites the swell of his bottom lip as he continues his descent. Chanyeol’s eyebrows knock together and pants.
“You’re so hot—inside.”
When the pressure in his lower stomach becomes too much, Baekhyun stops with a huff, “I can’t take anymore.”
His thighs aren’t touching Chanyeol’s, but it’s close enough. He regrets not going to the gym with Chanyeol to strengthen his thigh muscles as they’re already burning. He leans away, still holding to Chanyeol’s neck, and moves up and down to test the waters. To his relief, Chanyeol prepared him well, the slide comfortable. He takes harder descents. Chanyeol’s eyes are unfocused, and his mouth falls open. Slowly, his hips meet Baekhyun’s thrust, the wet of the lube slapping in tandem to the bed creaking. The growing friction between them reignites the hunger that sat in his groin when they dry fucked on the couch and when Chanyeol was three fingers deep inside him. Baekhyun closes his eyes when Chanyeol’s thrusts increase in strength. Baekhyun matches his tempo, moans pushed out of him as they fuck properly.
“Baekhyun—ah,” Chanyeol pants hotly, “I want to do it faster.”
Baekhyun hums desperately, a heat taking over him. It’s good, better than what he has had in a long time, but he couldn’t cum from this alone. He angles his hips in various directions to help Chanyeol hit it. After that, Chanyeol could do whatever he wanted.
The bed squeaks noisily, the springs screaming from the added pressure.
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol is breathless, “Sit straight.”
Baekhyun does as he’s told. He arches his at the rush of sensations. One of his hands grabs his dick, it throbbing from the lack of attention. He uses the precum that leaks from the tip as lube, and he strokes himself. He moans Chanyeol’s name in succession. Chanyeol hides in the curve of Baekhyun’s neck. His hands move from Baekhyun’s hips to his butt cheeks. He strokes upwards. A flutter of pleasure that Baekhyun recognizes as his prostrate being teased makes his mouth water, but it’s still not enough.
Baekhyun melts into Chanyeol’s embrace, his body burning to the point all he could feel was the stuttering pleasure whenever he rubbed the head of his dick with his thumb and the emptiness inside him. With each push of Chanyeol’s hips, the pleasure inside Baekhyun grows, threatening to choke him. When Chanyeol finally strikes it, Baekhyun whines. His mouth falls open in euphoria. He takes his descents harder, desperate.
Chanyeol moans into Baekhyun’s ear, spurring him on. He babbles into his neck, his breath warming the skin there.
Baekhyun bounces in Chanyeol’s lap, forgetting that he’s tired or that his thighs feel like they’re going to give way any moment. He moans wetly, his head falling back. Once his thighs hit Chanyeol’s, the dick-induced haze he’s under lifts for a moment. His hips falter.
Chanyeol takes the opportunity to roll and rotate his hips, pulling Baekhyun onto his dick harder. Baekhyun pants from the rough movement until his face relaxes. A wave of pleasure overcomes like high tide, drowning him when Chanyeol touches him there. He resumes his bouncing, moaning Chanyeol’s name that’s more like a crying plead than an expression of how he’s being fucked apart. Baekhyun is hysterical as the pressure in his groin grows until it hurts. He abandons his dick and holds onto Chanyeol’s neck. The smack of their hips, the weight of their pants, the wet of the lube, and the squeak of the mattress engulf the room.
Baekhyun chants, his voice rising several octaves, “Chanyeol—oh my god—oh my god, Chanyeol I—fuck.” He’s breathless. The building coil is heavy in his gut.
Chanyeol moans increase in frequency, “You feel better than what I dreamed of.” He squeezes his ass cheeks as he slams into him.
Baekhyun’s fingers bite into Chanyeol’s back. The pressure continues to intensify. Waves of pleasure sweep him away until everything else fades until he reaches the top. It’s good. So good. He didn’t know sex could feel like this. He pants harshly, unable to breathe.
Chanyeol moans softly into Baekhyun’s neck, wanting, “Baekhyun-ie…I love fucking the absolute shit out of you.”
The spring that has been stretched back snaps, the pressure of it all causing it to shake from exhaustion.
Baekhyun rises to a place he’s never been to before. His body is real, but at the same time, it’s not. His orgasm hits him harder than a semi-truck racing at him at full speed. His vision goes white. He transcends as he clenches around Chanyeol, each wave of his orgasm crashes through him. He feels it from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.
An overwhelming sense of peace falls over him. One that told him the meaning of life and reassured him that all his problems are no longer problems or were never problems to begin with. Nothing truly matters after this moment. He was born to experience this moment and life thereafter should be full of whatever he wanted to do. He fulfilled his societal duty.
Baekhyun gasps harshly, taking large gulps of air. His body twitches and is numb save for residual waves of pleasure. His mouth hangs open. He’s speechless. Tension he didn’t know existed has released, leaving his body palpable. As he continues to wind down, his heartbeat no longer crashing in his ears and regaining feeling in his fingertips, he realized Chanyeol stopped thrusting.
Baekhyun swallows thickly and opens his eyes, “Did you cum?”
Chanyeol is staring at him. His eyes sparkle, and his face is very red. Baekhyun receives his answer when Chanyeol pushes him down on the bed, their bodies still connected.
“It’s my turn, right?” Chanyeol whispers.
Baekhyun grips the sheets next to his head.
Chanyeol’s eyes shift downward, “Hold your thigh like before.”
Baekhyun hesitates for a moment before following Chanyeol’s instructions. His eyes slam close when Chanyeol thrusts forward, resuming the previous tempo. Their thighs smack, and the mattress creaks noisily. Chanyeol’s moans are sweeter and raspier than before, his voice cracking. Baekhyun grips his thigh to the point it starts to hurt. He’s loud—very loud. It’s too soon. He’s hypersensitive as his prostrate is being abused, but it feels too good to ask Chanyeol to stop.
“He literally fucked the shit out of me. I’m grateful it didn’t seep through to the mattress.” Baekhyun is sitting in a café with some of his friends he met from work, Kyungsoo and Sehun. The café has a calm ambiance. There’s light chattering from the surrounding tables and soft contemporary pop playing in the background. The comforting smell of baked goods and coffee is full around him.
With both hands, he holds the plastic cup full of iced Americano. His throat is scratchy, and his body feels like he was run over by a bus. Several times. They don’t always stop here for lunch as it’s too expensive and it isn’t a part of the approved food and drinks list with the “diet” he’s on with Chanyeol, but Baekhyun didn’t want to risk his other co-workers overhearing the conversation in the cafeteria.
Kyungsoo’s eyebrows are raised, and his lips are pushed together. “Ah—” He places his half-eaten sub-sandwich back on the plate.
Sehun’s eyes are wide, and his mouth is agape. He looks around the coffee shop sheepishly.
Baekhyun pulls on the collar of his button-down shirt until he remembers the hickeys Chanyeol selfishly left on his neck.
Baekhyun continues, “I don’t think I have ever slept that hard in my entire life.”
“It sounds like you were never fucked that hard either,” Sehun’s voice is smooth.
Baekhyun was initially apprehensive about asking Kyungsoo and Sehun out to lunch today. Weirdly enough, they share a similar circle of friends. Chanyeol knew Sehun and Kyungsoo from his old town and met them again at university. It’s a further coincidence that he met Chanyeol (and by extension Kyungsoo and Sehun) in university only for him to work with two and live with the other. From his experience with Kyungsoo, the shorter man is too preoccupied with himself to meddle in other people’s affairs. Sehun could be a bit more problematic. He’s not a bad friend and Baekhyun believes it always comes from a good place, but whenever there’s some sort of conflict going on at work or even within the friendship circle it spreads because of Sehun. Despite this, other than himself, Sehun knows Chanyeol the best. He just doesn’t want him to put ideas in Chanyeol’s head and make the situation even harder to control.
“So, are you guys together now?” Kyungsoo prods. He lifts his doleful gaze from his sandwich to meet Baekhyun’s stare.
In the moment, Baekhyun didn’t want to think about it. He pushed the what-if thoughts to the back of his mind. It’s pretty evident that he and Chanyeol have feelings for each other—at least sexual feelings. And while he would sleep with him again he isn’t sure he wants to give up being Chanyeol’s friend. His past relationships always soured within a few months. He doesn’t want that to happen with Chanyeol.
“We haven’t had the chance to talk about it.”
“What do you want to do?” Kyungsoo leans back in the chair and crosses his arms, “You can just not talk about it or deny the conversation whenever it happens.”
Baekhyun is silent. A part of him wants to see what Chanyeol wants before he makes a decision. However, if he wants to solidify their relationship, he doesn’t think he could agree to it. Without the haze of lust clouding his reasoning, it was stupid—very, very stupid. He takes a sip of his drink.
“Chanyeol is kind of stupid, but he’s also pretty intense,” Sehun supplies. He wears a bored expression, “Make sure it’s something you really want, or he’ll suffocate you.”
These are things he already knows, but he doesn’t want to break Chanyeol’s heart. If he turns him down, despite his feelings not being completely platonic but too unclear to commit to anything, Chanyeol will probably sulk and will suffer from a depressive period just like when he and his last girlfriend broke up. If he jumps into something he isn’t sure of, it will ruin their friendship or potential budding relationship.
“I really…don’t want to compromise my friendship with Chanyeol,” Baekhyun pulls on his bottom lip.
“Well…you already did,” Kyungsoo states plainly, “Entertaining anything else other than that would be a waste of time.”
Sehun stares at Kyungsoo in disdain.
“Sehun, he’s right.”
“It doesn’t mean he should just say it like that,” Sehun counters.
“He’s too similar to Chanyeol. It has to be said like that,” Kyungsoo replies. He shifts his gaze from Sehun to Baekhyun.
Sehun pauses then nods, “Yeah, true.”
Baekhyun’s eyes flick back and forth between Sehun and Kyungsoo, “What do you mean by that?”
Kyungsoo opens his mouth but Sehun cuts him off, “Your personalities are too similar.”
Baekhyun’s eyebrows knock together in confusion. He knows and has always known what he has to do, and he already knows what the most correct decision is. He doesn’t typically flounder when it comes to situations like this. It’s the added stake that Chanyeol and the future of their relationship will be a causality in whatever choice he decides to make.
Kyungsoo clarifies, “You get too lost in your emotions, and you’re stubborn.”
“I don’t know what that means,” Baekhyun replies.
Sehun supports his head in his palm, his elbow on the table. His eyes are closed. He sighs, “And Chanyeol wouldn’t know what that means either.”
“I’m not emotional like Chanyeol though,” Baekhyun complains.
This isn’t important nor is it helping him, but he isn’t like Chanyeol and Chanyeol isn’t like him. Their logic often falls short which makes resolving conflicts difficult. If he was emotional like Chanyeol, he could follow his heart more readily without much regret. If Chanyeol was rational like he was, he would have never got depressed over his gym friend being fake and they would have never fucked as a result.
“Then why did you guys hook up?” Kyungsoo questions.
“Because…I really wanted to, and he really wanted to.”
Kyungsoo follows up, “Then what’s the problem?”
“I don’t want to hurt his feelings or—”
Sehun raises an eyebrow and questions incredulously, “Or?”
Baekhyun opens his mouth to speak but shuts it once he realizes Kyungsoo’s point that their relationship is already compromised. There’s no purpose in anguishing over the potential of something happening when it already happened and can’t be fixed. He doesn’t want to think about where these sexual sometimes borderline romantic feelings come from, but maybe he has to if he wants a stable relationship with Chanyeol.
“You know Chanyeol will respect whatever decision you’ll make, right?” Kyungsoo supplies. His voice is tender.
“Of course,” Baekhyun deflates, Kyungsoo and Sehun’s point dawning on him.
He closes his eyes. He’s tired—very physically tired, but he’s emotionally drained on top of it. There’s something more going on between them—something that’s too much for him to be entirely okay with keeping Chanyeol in the friend zone, but there isn’t enough for him to confidently say he will never miss their previous friendship. Despite wanting Chanyeol to touch him, it wasn’t a good idea nor was it a rational decision. Just like he found Chanyeol’s hurt feelings trivial, he can’t fuck his best friend and roommate and think things won’t irrevocably change—he forced himself into a situation where he has to make some sort of commitment because of an emotional whim.
“Baekhyun, we really need to talk.”
Baekhyun freezes at the sound of Chanyeol’s voice. Baekhyun is currently in the kitchen standing in front of the sink. To his relief, after work, he came home to an empty apartment. He assumed Chanyeol went to the gym and thought he had more time to get his affairs in order before he initiated a conversation between them; however, Chanyeol is in his unchanging work attire of a white dress shirt and navy slacks. His hair is still in a neat updo, but his sleeves are pushed up to his forearms and his face is red.
Baekhyun stands straighter. Why is it red?
“Ah,” Baekhyun turns off the water. He places the clean bowl (that formerly held yogurt) in the dish rack on the counter. He turns around to face Chanyeol bodily. He dries his hands with a dishtowel.
Chanyeol glances at Baekhyun’s neck then breaks eye contact. He stutters, “A-are you okay? Did—”
Baekhyun covers the hickeys on his neck with his palm, oddly embarrassed. When he got off from work, he changed into his lounge clothes that consisted of sweatpants and a t-shirt. His button-down shirt helped hide them, but it was also uncomfortable as he found himself pulling on the collar throughout the day.
“Um…Yeah. I’m a little uncomfortable, but I’m okay.”
He’s lying. He’s lying through his teeth. After an elderly lady asked him if he hurt himself while getting off the metro because he has a nasty limp, he has been hyperaware of how he’s carrying himself. It hurts to sit down. His body aches. He’s confused if he’s suffering from a severe case of denial with a touch of commitment issues or if he’s just super unnecessarily concerned about Chanyeol—another indication that something is going on that doesn’t live within the black and white area of friendship. He’s scared that his indecisiveness and impatience ruined something he really wanted. Most importantly, he hates that everything is weird and awkward between them.
“T-that’s good to—”
“I want to stay by you, Chanyeol.” Baekhyun stands straighter at his outburst. His face is red, and his palms are sweating.
Chanyeol blinks in surprise. His mouth falls open. Their eyes meet.
Baekhyun continues, “I really wanted to have sex with you too.”
He’s in pure horror. He’s standing on the edge of a cliff and is watching the waves crash against a herd of rocks below him. The roar of the water rings in his ears and the chill of the air bites the skin of his arms. One misstep could cost him everything but standing still and doing nothing won’t get him out of the situation either—randomly spouting his thoughts and opinions won’t magically make things better or help him reach the perfect solution but going back and forth without some sort of action isn’t doing either of them good. Honesty is the only true route. The lack of rationality he has exhibited throughout the duration of this thing between himself and Chanyeol is why they’re here. Kyungsoo and Sehun were too vague for his tastes, but they had a point—this is the point.
“I liked the sex too.” At the sound of Chanyeol’s voice, Baekhyun is jerked from his thoughts. This is something he already knew, but his body warms at Chanyeol’s confession. A wave of satisfaction that makes him feel comfortable for the first time in almost 24 hours engulfs him in a wanting embrace. “I’ve been thinking about doing it with you for months,” Chanyeol’s face is redder, and he plays with his fingers. Chanyeol’s voice is smaller than before and he shrinks himself, “I don’t regret it, but—”
Baekhyun holds his breath. His heart thrashes in his chest as his mind goes blank. He knew that there was a high chance there would be a but that would lead to various roads he didn’t want to traverse across, but now that he’s in the moment he regrets saying anything at all—he’s afraid. His mind gave his heart the reigns, but he can’t make sense of what it’s trying to do.
Chanyeol looks away, “I…really like being your friend, and I really like the idea of having sex with you again.”
“I do too.”
“But I don’t want this to be weird.”
“I don’t either.” Baekhyun’s face is on fire.
“I don’t want to scare you off or stress you out, so I’m trying to be as black and white as possible even though I don’t know what I really want either. I don’t have an answer.”
“Neither do I,” Baekhyun releases the breath he was holding.
There’s a silence between them. Chanyeol’s face falls, and his eyes dart back forth at nothing in particular.
Chanyeol continues, “I…don’t expect anything out of you. We don’t have to be lovers or friends or whatever. I just want us to be Baekhyun-ie and Chanyeol-ie again.”
Chanyeol lifts his gaze. His eyes are captivating and show a Chanyeol Baekhyun only met when he found out his father was sick and he failed a class he needed for his major. Baekhyun ignores the urge to look away. Just like the moment they had on the couch where everything was too much, the space between them is too vast but not close enough at the same time. His arms twitch from the desire to run up to Chanyeol and embrace him, but his toes curl in his slippers and are steadfast in fear.
“Are we going to pretend like nothing happened…moving forward? I—” Baekhyun loses his voice for a moment, “I don’t want to.”
“I don’t want to either.”
Chanyeol’s sheepish smile is infectious. It tells Baekhyun that he’s confused and just as scared, but he’ll try his best. Baekhyun can’t help but send him a smile in return. He can’t give Chanyeol an answer right now, but he’ll enjoy each moment they share together, whatever that consists of.
Baekhyun releases a breath, appetent to change the mood. “Good. You’re responsible for my chores while my…” Baekhyun exaggerates his limp in front of Chanyeol with a smile, “intestines readjust themselves in my thoracic cavity—”
Chanyeol chuckles from under his breath. He walks up to Baekhyun and grabs his arm to guide him to his room, “Okay, old man. I’ll bring you your dinner in an hour so you can be in bed by eight-thirty.”
Baekhyun’s eyes flutter shut. He grips Chanyeol’s hair, the wet strands threatening to slip through his fingers. His free hand maintains his balance on the far back wall of the shower. The roar of the shower mutes his gasps and accelerating pants, and the rush of hot water washes his back. He can’t remember the last time he had his dick sucked, but he’s lost in the hot, wet slide of Chanyeol’s mouth like it’s his first time. His hips stutter whenever Chanyeol’s lips meet the base of his dick, his nose tickling his groin.
When Chanyeol pulls off, Baekhyun lets out a sigh that functions more like a moan.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun opens his eyes and is met with Chanyeol staring at him.
His red and hard dick rests on the swell of Chanyeol’s cheek. Chanyeol’s face is wet, and he wears a heavy flush. His lips are parted and puffy, and his bangs lay messily on his forehead.
“I like to hold eye contact,” Chanyeol’s eyes are sharp.
Baekhyun’s face heats up, and he looks away. This is a lot. Looking Chanyeol in the face in general is difficult enough without his heart beating like he’s a teenager who happened to be paired up with their crush, but to do it during sex is a lot—a lot a lot.
Baekhyun’s eyes are lidded. He grips Chanyeol’s scalp and rasps, “I’ll try.”
Chanyeol’s gaze flickers to Baekhyun’s dick and back to Baekhyun’s face. He opens his mouth and sucks on the head. Baekhyun inhales deeply. When Chanyeol takes the whole length—something that flabbergasts Baekhyun because Chanyeol is even good at fucking and sucking—Baekhyun’s eyes flutter and he lets out a shuddering breath. He watches Chanyeol from under his eyelashes as Chanyeol hollows his cheeks and rebuilds a steady tempo.
Heat pools in Baekhyun’s groin and waves of pleasure wash over him, each wave stronger than the last. He meets Chanyeol’s descents, fucking Chanyeol’s mouth. Chanyeol’s cheeks are pinker and subtle moans escape from his throat.
“Chanyeol…oh my god,” Baekhyun’s eyes threaten to shut, and he leans his head back, the shower wetting the top of his head and forehead. His mouth parts as he’s lost in the torrid, wet glide. He melts inside of Chanyeol’s mouth.
Chanyeol’s stare is intimidating. His eyes are dark and focused. They demand rather than plead. The Chanyeol that laughs too much and trips over his feet is shadowed by this serious and calculating Chanyeol. He pulls off, a trail of saliva connecting his tongue to the weeping tip. He jerks Baekhyun off and licks around the circumference of the head with the flat of his tongue before putting all his attention on the slit. His glare is relentless, Baekhyun’s dick throbbing in his grasp.
Baekhyun hums, “P-put it back in your mouth.”
When Chanyeol slides down Baekhyun’s length, sucking harder than before, Baekhyun’s eyes slam shut. He releases a wanting and drawn-out moan as he fucks Chanyeol’s mouth forthrightly. He bites his lips while panting and returns Chanyeol’s gaze. The slap of his thighs against Chanyeol’s lips competes with the rumble of the shower.
Baekhyun’s moans bleed through his heavy breaths. His tongue peaks through his parted lips, “Chanyeol, I’m going to cum.”
Baekhyun’s eyes flutter shut, and he chants babbles of Chanyeol’s name. His groin tightens in warning, and his thighs tremble. He opens his eyes and watches as Chanyeol’s swollen lips stretch around him. Chanyeol’s eyes fall to half-mast as desperation washes across his face. Baekhyun’s groans increase in frequency and his grip on Chanyeol’s scalp intensifies. He’s absolutely desperate. He lets out a cry when the string finally snaps, the building pressure in his groin releasing instantaneously, and he drowns in the overwhelming pleasure of his orgasm. He busts inside of Chanyeol’s mouth.
When he comes down from his high, he lets out a shuddering breath. He backs off, sliding his softening dick from Chanyeol’s mouth.
Baekhyun smiles at his phone. He’s at Minseok’s apartment with Kyungsoo and is currently alone in the living room as the other two are finishing something up in the kitchen. He sits with his legs crossed on the couch farthest from the television at the opposite side of the room. Minseok called him a few days ago wanting to talk about an idea he had and wanted input.
Baekhyun covers his mouth while snickering then leans the side of his head against the back of the leather couch. Chanyeol and himself just completed a marathon of a popular show on Netflix the other night and are sending each other memes. To his surprise, Chanyeol asked if he could watch it with him when he mentioned it offhandedly. After the initial weirdness of rediscovering their friendship, spending time together that wasn’t a sexual escapade was welcomed. Everything still confused him, but he told himself he’ll enjoy Chanyeol for now.
“Kyungsoo, thank you for helping me with the dip. For whatever reason, I couldn’t figure out why the taste kept coming out wrong. When Boram made it, it didn’t taste like that,” Minseok enters the room with a bowl of off-white dip in a blue ceramic bowl.
“It sucks we had to waste the last couple of batches though,” Kyungsoo follows close behind Minseok. He holds a bowl of tortilla chips in an orange ceramic bowl.
They place the bowls on the russet wood coffee table in front of the couch. Kyungsoo sits next to Baekhyun and Minseok sits on the adjacent couch. He grabs the television remote then flips through the channels.
“Your new apartment is nice, Minseok,” Kyungsoo leans into the couch, it squeaking as a result. He stretches his legs in front of him, his sock-clad feet hitting the edge of the coffee table.
Baekhyun looks up from his phone after sending Chanyeol a collection of different laughing emojis, “It’s very, very nice. Is this what good money looks like?” Baekhyun admires the spacious living room that is decorated with white and dark brown furniture. There are accent plants at the corner of the room. The apartment consists of an open floorplan. There’s a large floor-length window overlooking the city streets below. The sky is grey and it’s raining. The headlights of the cars caught in evening traffic are bright as they reflect against the window.
Minseok smiles sheepishly before turning his attention back to the television, “This is the apartment Boram wanted.” When he lands on a rerun of a variety program, he places the remote back on the coffee table. He leans against the arm of the couch and his feet curl under him, his slippers by the table neatly kicked aside. “I want to talk about Sehun’s birthday.”
“His 23rd?” Kyungsoo supplies. He reaches over to the coffee table to grab a chip then place it in the dip.
“Yeah. I think we should make it special.”
“He’s been talking about it for the past several months,” Baekhyun places his phone face down on the couch. He pulls the hood of his grey sweatshirt up so it’s covering his ears.
“Yeah, it’s just his 23rd. I don’t know why he’s so obsessed with it—but Boram and I have been thinking—”
“Where is she by the way?” Kyungsoo reaches out for another chip.
“Visiting her parents. She hasn’t seen them since the wedding.”
“I haven’t seen her since the wedding,” Baekhyun glances at his phone when it vibrates.
“Because you never go outside,” Kyungsoo deadpans.
“Outside smells weird,” Baekhyun picks up his phone, and it’s another message from Chanyeol. It reads, Are you busy later?
“She thinks it’s a good idea if we go on a trip, partly to celebrate Sehun’s birthday and to get together since we haven’t really hung out since last year,” Minseok pulls at the fabric of his black sweatpants.
“Do you think Jongin is going to be able to come? He and Sehun used to be inseparable. I think it would mean a lot to him if he could make it,” Kyungsoo ponders.
Baekhyun replies to Chanyeol’s text message with depends and watches as the three dots bob up and down, “Does he know his modeling schedule that far ahead of time?”
“We’ll ask, but that’s if he has any control of it,” Minseok supplies.
“Ah, to be rich—” Baekhyun smiles when he reads Chanyeol’s incoming message. It says, I’ll be back soon. Baekhyun replies, I’m with Minseok and Kyungsoo.
“As long as some of us can make it, he should be okay. I just wanted to bounce off ideas. We think it should be a surprise, so I only called you two since you were more likely to be available despite the short notice and it kept the passage of information to a minimum.”
Chanyeol replies, ah. Baekhyun’s fingers hover over the digital keyboard. Technically, everything is a secret but as long as he doesn’t tell Sehun or someone who would tell Sehun it should be okay. Additionally, he hasn’t known Chanyeol to be bad at keeping secrets. Chanyeol sends another reply, Can I come over? Then another, I really want to see you.
Baekhyun’s face warms and his breath is caught. He thought he was okay with hooking up with Chanyeol, but whenever Chanyeol says something like this he couldn’t help but freeze up. It excites him to know that Chanyeol is only thinking of him at this moment, but it’s also terrifying. A weight sits on his chest and the reality of the situation rears its head. They both agreed to not place boundaries on their relationship. So, this is okay but something that has been nagging the back of his head is how he feels about their new behavior. Before they were dancing around each other at opposite ends of a crowded room, now they’re performing a duet center stage.
Baekhyun returns to his phone when it vibrates again. Chanyeol sent another message of a meme with a crying emoji. His face falls. He needs to say something to save the situation, but he has no idea how to respond. When this thing was simple thirst, he could write these feelings off easily, but Chanyeol wanting to see him isn’t a quick fuck they joke about the morning after. He presumes Chanyeol is allowed to miss him, but they just hung out together. Friends aren’t supposed to be this clingy with each other, but they aren’t just friends either.
Baekhyun types, I’ll ask Minseok. He watches as the message delivers and the three dots reappear. His heartbeat is roaring in his ears. His quick answer is he wants to see Chanyeol. He enjoys his presence, and they have a lot of fun together. This is how everything was before they had sex, just not as intense. Baekhyun recalls Sehun’s words from a few weeks ago and frowns. He knew going in that this was a possibility, but what he wasn’t prepared for was him liking it as much as he did. It’s scaring him and he wants to jump ship, but the idea of Chanyeol sending a similar message to someone else makes his chest ache.
“Baekhyun.”
Chanyeol replies, okay. Baekhyun licks his bottom lip and readjusts himself on the couch, his jean-clad legs now in front of him. Despite his feelings and whatever they are, what are Chanyeol’s feelings? He clearly enjoys their back-and-forth, but how much does he like it?
“Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun types back, I want to see you too. He’s overthinking and second-guessing Chanyeol’s feelings. Just like Kyungsoo and Sehun said he’s being too emotional about everything. Being in his feelings and letting his self-doubts fuel his reasoning is only going to cause more problems. He can’t fly above the clouds and expect to bring Chanyeol back down to Earth.
“Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun breaks away from his reverie to see Kyungsoo with a hand on his shoulder and Minseok staring at him. Minseok frowns while wearing a concerned expression. Kyungsoo’s eyes are wide until a wave of understanding washes over him. He watches Baekhyun with lidded eyes.
Kyungsoo starts, “This is about Chanyeol.”
Baekhyun opens his mouth, scandalized from being caught.
Minseok blinks, “Chanyeol?”
“You’ve been texting him this entire time?” Kyungsoo looks at Baekhyun’s phone.
“I…yeah?”
“Are you and Chanyeol fighting?” Minseok leans forward and raises his eyebrows in shock.
“No,” Baekhyun says too quickly.
“Did something happen?” Kyungsoo looks at Baekhyun, his tone serious.
“Ah…Chanyeol wants to know if he can come over,” Baekhyun moves his attention to Minseok who’s eyebrows are knocked together in confusion.
Minseok raises his eyebrows, “Ah? Of course, he can. I didn’t know he was free today. Doesn’t he usually visit his dad at the restaurant today?”
Baekhyun quickly types, he said yes.
“Did you guys figure everything out? You never brought it up again, so I figured everything was alright,” Kyungsoo drops his hand.
“Yes, we’re fine.” Baekhyun’s phone vibrates. He reads Chanyeol’s incoming message, I’m outside.
“Something happened?” Minseok looks over at Kyungsoo and Kyungsoo shakes his head. Minseok opens his mouth to speak but his phone rings. He pulls his phone from his sweatpants pocket and answers it, “Chanyeol?” His eyes dart around the room and he stands, “You’re already here?” Minseok moves to his front door.
Once Minseok leaves, Kyungsoo returns his attention to Baekhyun, “What’s going on?”
Baekhyun locks his phone then places it screen down on the couch, “Nothing is going on.” He leans against the arm of the couch and rests his hands in the front pouch pocket of the hoodie.
“You’ve been attached to your phone smiling nonstop. Then you get super serious and ignore our calls to you. Now Chanyeol is suddenly coming over?”
“I’m surprised he’s here’s too,” Baekhyun whines. “Usually, he bar-hops with his friends and doesn’t come back until two or three in the morning.”
Kyungsoo backs off, “Ah.”
Baekhyun looks at Kyungsoo incredulously.
Kyungsoo continues, “You guys are together.”
Baekhyun’s face flushes, “No—”
“Minseok, you haven’t invited me over in so long,” Chanyeol complains. He walks into the living room with Minseok following behind him. His slippers scuff against the floor. Just as Baekhyun thought, he’s dressed as if he intended to go clubbing later. Instead of a pair of sweats, he wears a lightweight crème sweater and light washed distressed jeans. His fringe is down, but it’s brushed into place.
“It wasn’t personal. You’re usually busy…” Minseok comes into view and sits on the couch adjacent to Kyungsoo and Baekhyun.
Baekhyun curls into his hoodie when Chanyeol’s eyes meet his. He has no reason to feel out of place and so hyperaware of himself as Chanyeol has seen him worse, but he’s embarrassed. His palms sweat when Chanyeol approaches. A smile grows on Chanyeol’s face.
Chanyeol places a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder then turns his attention to Kyungsoo. They do a bro handshake, “Kyungsoo, I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I can’t keep up with your energy,” Kyungsoo sighs.
Chanyeol sends Baekhyun another glance then moves to sit on the couch with Minseok. He leans back into the couch and crosses his arms, “Minseok told me you want to plan something for Sehun-ie?”
Minseok starts, “Yeah. It was Boram’s idea—”
Baekhyun picks up his phone and opens Chanyeol’s text conversation. He types, How did you get here so fast?
Baekhyun watches as Chanyeol’s attention flickers from Minseok to his front pocket. Wordlessly, without breaking eye contact with Minseok, he pulls his phone from his pocket. He reads the message and finds Baekhyun’s gaze. Baekhyun watches as he quickly types something then puts his phone face down on the couch.
Chanyeol’s incoming message reads, I was already in the area.
Baekhyun's eyebrows furrow in thought. Chanyeol’s family restaurant is almost thirty minutes away from Minseok’s apartment. His face warms as he texts his next message, You ditched your friends?
Baekhyun stares at the phone screen. His heart is in his throat. He falls into the comfort of the couch when the three dots appear. Chanyeol’s text message reads, yeah.
Baekhyun sighs when the bed dips behind him. His eyes flutter open when a pair of arms wrap around his waist and there’s a warmth pressed against his back. His eyes sting from fatigue and his vision is blurry. When he taps on his phone screen that rests next to his pillow, he can see it’s about two in the morning the bright light biting his eyes.
“Baekhyun-ie,” Chanyeol murmurs into Baekhyun’s back.
“Hm?” Baekhyun groans into his pillow. His breath catches at the smooth and cool exhales on his nape.
Baekhyun blinks back tears born from exhaustion and sits up. Chanyeol remains on the bed. He stares at Baekhyun with an equally tired gaze. Despite Chanyeol’s weary expression, his eyes are sharp. His brunette hair fans around the pillow and the sheet. From the borrowed light of the window on the far wall, Baekhyun can see an outline of Chanyeol’s form. He’s shirtless.
Baekhyun resists the urge to look away as heat pools in his groin. They haven’t fooled around for the past couple of weeks. He assumed their friends with benefits without ever solidifying themselves as such was a quick stint and they would resume being friends. With disappointment, he knew it was for the best, but he missed the excitement of having a thing only they were privy to. His eyelids fall to half-mast when Chanyeol pulls at the subtle hairs of his forearm while maintaining eye contact. His skin tickles and goosebumps erupt on the surface.
Baekhyun cocks his head to the side, the neck of his shirt sliding down to show off his collar bone. Chanyeol’s gaze follows the action until it returns to his lips.
“Is that my shirt?” Chanyeol whispers.
It is his shirt. Before they had sex the first time, he would borrow Chanyeol’s clothes. At first, he only wore Chanyeol’s shirts when his were in the wash but after some time he became a creature of habit. He experienced a thrill going into Chanyeol’s room to pick something out from his closet with the knowledge that Chanyeol was going to let him do it. It was one of his favorite things to do after Chanyeol broke things off with someone.
“I ran out of clean shirts.”
Chanyeol closes his eyes and complains, “Is that why I couldn’t find any of my own?”
“You woke me up to question me about your shirt?” Baekhyun’s voice is light. Ideally, he would be upset, but for some reason, Chanyeol coming to him like this excites him. It’s almost as if Chanyeol is giving him something he didn’t know he wanted.
“No. I…just really want to talk to you,” Chanyeol’s voice is soft like butter, and his eyes sparkle. His stare is intense as it pleads for Baekhyun to maintain the eye lock. Chanyeol’s eyes are inquiring as they dart back and forth, seemingly taking in whatever Baekhyun had to offer at two in the morning.
Baekhyun’s face warms. He looks away and swallows a shudder when Chanyeol’s hand moves to the swell of his thigh, the movement hidden by the blanket.
Chanyeol continues, his voice rasping, “I missed playing with you.” After a beat, Chanyeol sits up, “I—I mean—”
“Yeah, it sounded as greasy as you thought,” Baekhyun teases.
Chanyeol sighs, his shoulders relaxing. He leans into Baekhyun’s form, their shoulders touching. He slides his hand from Baekhyun’s thigh to his wrist, his fingers massaging the skin there. A silence falls between them.
Baekhyun stares into the dark nothingness of his room where he can only catch the outline of Chanyeol’s face save a few blotches of his profile because of the borrowed moonlight. He opens his mouth to speak but thinks better of it. Despite Chanyeol’s awkwardness coming into play at the least opportune time, he shared a sentiment that Baekhyun agrees with. His lingering glances whenever he happened to catch Chanyeol before he left for work or when they met in the kitchen briefly when he wanted a glass of water were sexually motivated, but the root of it all was he really wants to talk to Chanyeol.
He really wants to spend time with Chanyeol whether it be them fumbling in the dark talking about nothing or Chanyeol fucking him into the mattress. As long as Chanyeol is beside him, he’ll enjoy himself because at the end of the day being with Chanyeol is a comfort he has grown to anticipate whenever his thoughts wander.
Baekhyun’s lips part at the revelation.
Chanyeol continues, “I feel…we haven’t spent a lot of time together lately.”
Baekhyun understands that they have two different schedules that operate on different frequencies. Hitting a roadblock where work or their personal life affects the amount of time they spend together was a constant in their friendship up to this point. This longing isn’t a new emotion but for whatever reason, the lack of Chanyeol in Baekhyun’s life is hitting him in places he didn’t know Chanyeol resided.
Baekhyun’s free hand strokes Chanyeol’s palm. He’s known Chanyeol too long to feel shy in front of him, but when he’s reminded that Chanyeol is looking at him in this way the butterflies that make their home in his stomach are a natural response.
“I meant to say—I miss being with you,” Chanyeol’s inflection rises in uncertainty. He pauses then finishes with conviction, “We haven’t done anything together in a while, and I hate it.”
Baekhyun’s lips buzz and his limbs tingle in enthusiasm. Since their relationship became a grey area, he has let Chanyeol lead without considering how he might feel. Baekhyun is scared of Chanyeol and worries if he’ll become a victim of his fickleness, but this is a dynamic that’s going to fail them. Chanyeol is taking a blind leap, it’s not fair that he’s jumping from the ledge by himself.
“Chanyeol-ie—I miss spending time with you too.”
“Ah.”
Baekhyun continues, his voice lowering an octave, “And…I missed playing around with you too.” He slides his hands up Chanyeol’s frame until they drape over his shoulders. After a moment of silence, he adds, “That’s why you’re here, right?” Baekhyun’s heart is beating erratically in his chest. He’s more aware of the hum from the air conditioner clicking on, Chanyeol’s subtle breathes against his cheek, and the smell of Chanyeol’s new shampoo they bickered over the last time they went shopping. After their initial conversation, they cleared the air that this is okay and is something they both want but for Baekhyun to actively put this into practice is frightening. This isn’t something friends do and he likes that, and he needs to be okay with it.
“If…that’s something you want,” Chanyeol pushes Baekhyun down and climbs on top of him. He situates himself between Baekhyun’s parted thighs and supports himself on his elbows. Their mouths meet in a chaste kiss. Chanyeol whispers against Baekhyun’s lips, “I’ll play with you as much as you’ll like.”
Baekhyun pulls Chanyeol down so their mouths can meet again. He smiles into the kiss, “I refuse to believe you pull girls as often as you do with these greasy pickup lines.”
Baekhyun’s heart is thundering in his chest. The additional body heat on top of his and the knowledge that this is Chanyeol makes his head spin, but he likes this—much more than he could articulate.
Baekhyun sits at the kitchen table with his laptop in front of him. He wears a pair of black headphones. His fingers clack against the keyboard and click the wireless mouse noisily. It’s Friday night, and as usual, he’s home and Chanyeol has gone out. Occasionally, he tags along with his friends’ plans or whatever Chanyeol is up to, but today he’s stressed. Primarily, being around Chanyeol is stressful for him. He misses Chanyeol a lot, more often than he did before. It’s as if their first hookup ignited a flame that hasn’t burnt out and only grew hotter with time.
His eyes follow his character that runs into an abandoned house. He decided to log on to PUBG tonight to see if his gaming friends could get his mind off Chanyeol for a while, but it seems like it’s the opposite. He’s fairly confident that he has romantic feelings for Chanyeol or else he wouldn’t be so infatuated with him. A smile wouldn’t come to his face whenever he saw him, and he wouldn’t feel comforted whenever they were together. Despite this and the fact that Chanyeol is feeling something for him too, he’s not sure what he should do about it.
Baekhyun sighs and wishes he could go back to the time where everything had a definite line, even if he wasn’t sure he wanted to stay behind said line.
“Are you okay? You don’t seem like yourself,” Comes through Baekhyun’s headphones.
“You’re quiet, but we’re just scoping out the area. Usually…” Another voice supplies.
The first voice returns, “Screaming.”
The second voice hums in agreement.
No, he’s not okay. A fleeting thought about his longtime friend fucking him into the next life left him blushing and sweating uncontrollably whenever he thought about him. He’s so damn uncomfortable, but when he’s not losing his mind like an elementary schooler with their first crush he’s counting down the minutes until Chanyeol comes home from work.
His face warms until he’s sure it’s beat red when he relives the night he and Chanyeol shared a couple of weeks ago.
“I meant to say—I miss being with you,” Chanyeol’s inflection rises in uncertainty. He pauses then finishes with conviction, “We haven’t done anything together in a while, and I hate it.”
Chanyeol’s voice was tender and sincere. Baekhyun laughed off Chanyeol’s awkwardness at the time, but he was nervous talking to him—nervous to see him.
Baekhyun melts in the dining chair. He pushes the laptop away and holds his head on his crossed arms that rest on the table. He closes his eyes and admires Chanyeol’s smell on the sweatshirt. He stole it directly from the dryer but it’s just as robust and something as authentically Chanyeol as his other items. It smells just like his sheets and the smell of his hair in the morning.
“Yeah…I’ve been feeling sick lately. I think—I think I’m going to lie down. Sorry, guys.”
There’s a beat of silence then the second voice inputs “It’s okay. Yeah, get some rest.”
The first voice agrees.
Baekhyun sits up. He logs off from the game and closes the laptop lid. He places the headphones on the table then leans back in the dining chair. He stretches his arms above his head, his back cracking in the process.
He sighs. He pulls his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and it’s 6:31. Chanyeol probably won’t be home for another couple of hours as he goes out for drinks with his work friends. Before he liked it when Chanyeol was gone so often, it made whatever time they had together more fruitful but now he feels he can’t have a good time unless Chanyeol is there.
Baekhyun stands with his laptop in tow. He walks to his bedroom and mutters to himself, “Are we in the honeymoon stage or something?”
“Baekhyun-ie.”
Baekhyun follows Chanyeol’s voice, turning his head from the assortment of canned peanuts and snack-sized boxed crackers. They’re at the convenience store by their apartment. Chanyeol is standing in front of the case of large refrigerators that line the far wall. When Chanyeol came home from work, he complained about not wanting to cook. Baekhyun suggested they order take out which Chanyeol followed up with stating he wants to drink something other than water that still abides by the diet. Chanyeol is at the other end of the aisle by the cashier. He holds the brown paper bag of their takeout in one hand. With his other hand, he adjusts the navy-blue baseball cap on his head.
Baekhyun meets Chanyeol at the end of the aisle. When Chanyeol smiles at him, he can’t help but smile back. When Chanyeol’s gaze drops to his lips only to kick back up to his eyes, Baekhyun’s heart rate picks up.
“What do you think?” Chanyeol turns his head towards the refrigerator. Behind the glass door is a collection of different flavors of milk and protein shakes.
“You want milk?” Baekhyun questions skeptically.
Chanyeol nods, “Yeah, I think it’ll go well with—”
Baekhyun spots movement behind Chanyeol’s shoulder. There’s a trio of girls giggling to themselves while watching Chanyeol. Baekhyun’s lips part.
“—and I don’t know what flavor to get,” Chanyeol finishes. He furrows his brows then follows Baekhyun’s line of sight. He turns around and catches the group of girls staring at them, “Ah! Do you need to get past?” He steps to the side while pulling Baekhyun towards him.
Baekhyun falls onto Chanyeol’s chest. Despite the crisp weather, Chanyeol opted for a hoodie instead of a light jacket like he’s wearing. His face warms at how good Chanyeol smells, something he internally rolls his eyes at as it’s becoming a tired response. They make eye contact briefly before Chanyeol’s gaze falls to his lips and he looks away.
Chanyeol smiles as the group of girls pass by. As expected, the trio is flustered, especially the one hiding behind her two friends. It’s hard to tell exactly how old they are as they’re all wearing casual outfits consisting of oversized hoodies and sweatshirts underneath a coat with leggings or jeans. Baekhyun knows they aren’t high schoolers, but they probably aren’t old fucks like Chanyeol and himself. They’re pretty and most likely Chanyeol’s type. He never looked at Chanyeol’s previous hookups too hard to really take note of similar characteristics, but they would match well visually. He ponders, if he wasn’t here would Chanyeol entertain them? Is he holding Chanyeol back by stringing him along?
“I’ll just take this one,” Chanyeol’s voice pulls Baekhyun from his thoughts. Chanyeol is already staring at him. He holds a glass bottle of lite sugar-free vanilla milk. It’s the same brand he sees everywhere time and time again whenever he rides the metro and is the same brand he and Chanyeol mock whenever they catch its commercial on television.
“Ah.”
Chanyeol’s gaze drops to Baekhyun’s hands, “You’re not getting anything?”
“I don’t want anything.” Baekhyun wants a lot of things, but none of them are diet-approved items. He’ll have to pick them up later when he’s not anguishing over his feelings for Chanyeol and what he wants to do with them.
Chanyeol nods, “I’ll be done in a minute.”
“I’ll wait outside.” When Chanyeol leaves his side, he feels colder almost as if he lost a personal heater. As he makes his way to the door, he watches Chanyeol approach the register.
Once outside, he stands next to a bicycle currently chained up. He sticks his hands into his pockets. He sighs and watches as the clouds move across the orangish sky. He’s fucked. He’s super absolutely incredibly fucked. The fact he’s fighting his feelings for Chanyeol this hard only proves how much he likes him. It’s borderline idiotic at this point.
“He was so hot.” There’s a voice Baekhyun couldn’t recognize.
“Which one?” There’s a second voice.
“Both, but especially the tall one.” There’s a third voice.
Baekhyun looks to his right and there’s a trio of girls. They’re standing in a circle facing each other. He recognizes them as the girls from before. He deflates as they continue to gush over how hot Chanyeol is and how they should make a move.
Baekhyun acknowledges that he can be possessive and jealous. With his previous girlfriends and boyfriends, it was a more acceptable response since they were exclusive, but Chanyeol isn’t his boyfriend. He could date one of these girls and there isn’t much he could do about it since they agreed to go with the flow of things.
“Ask him. They were together,” The second voice hushes to her friends, one that Baekhyun recognizes as the most talkative out of the three. When their eyes meet, her face turns red and she sputters to the girl next to her, “A-ask him.”
The girl who hid behind her friends, the shyest out of the three, walks up to Baekhyun. She wears an oversized hoodie and distressed jeans. Her hair is in a low ponytail topped with a black cap. Her eyes are large, and her lips are plump. She’s cute. Baekhyun’s eyes fall to half-mast.
The girl’s cheeks are red. She takes a deep breath, “Can I have your Instagram?”
Baekhyun’s face falls in confusion. There are hushed whispers of You can’t just ask him like that! and This isn’t how you talk to guys, Eunae…”
Baekhyun opens his mouth to reply but he’s interrupted, “Baekhyun, I’m done.” To Baekhyun’s right, Chanyeol stands next to the girl Baekhyun now knows as Eunae. He holds the brown paper bag with their takeout in one hand and his vanilla milk in the other.
Chanyeol’s gaze jumps from Baekhyun to Eunae. He smiles at her; however, unlike Chanyeol’s other gleaming smiles, his eyes don’t sparkle. If anything, they’re dull.
“Baekhyun-ie, aren’t you going to give her your insta?” Chanyeol’s voice sounds the same as when he takes work calls on his day off.
Eunae pulls out her phone. Chanyeol places his vanilla milk in the same bag as the takeout and holds his hand out. Eunae hands him her phone. Chanyeol’s thumb taps on the screen briefly then he hands the phone back. Chanyeol grabs Baekhyun’s arm, pulling him along until he follows him.
Chanyeol waves to Eunae and the group of girls farther to his right, “I added my account too!”
When Chanyeol turns around, the other two girls run up to Eunae talking animatedly about something Baekhyun couldn’t catch. Baekhyun turns his attention to Chanyeol and the latter sighs. They cross the street to their apartment complex. Their shoulders bump into each other as they weed through the traffic. Realistically, they didn’t have to stand so close to avoid the other pedestrians, but Baekhyun isn’t in the space to complain. If anything, it separates them from the other groups of people—It makes them look like a couple.
“Why did you freeze up like that?” Chanyeol complains, irritated, “Clearly they were into you.”
Baekhyun meets Chanyeol’s gaze, “I didn’t know they liked me like that.”
“Baekhyun-ie, they were staring at you,” Chanyeol’s eyes are dark, and he frowns. The setting sun highlights his jawline and the stray hairs on his cheek.
“But they were talking about you.”
“But they asked for your Instagram,” Chanyeol stares ahead. His eyes narrow.
Despite them crossing the street and there being more room on the sidewalk, they’re still pressed together.
“Probably to find you.”
They reach the entrance of their apartment complex. Chanyeol presses the button to open the door and lets Baekhyun through first. The whoosh of cold air from the overhead air conditioner makes Baekhyun’s eyes sting as they cross the threshold. They walk side by side where their shoulders are touching.
“Oh,” Chanyeol’s face is unreadable.
Once in the lobby, they head to the pair of twin silver elevators. The hallway is very white with bright industrial ceiling lights. Baekhyun presses the up-arrow button. The elevator dings.
“Are you going to follow her back?”
“Probably not,” After a beat of silence, Baekhyun continues, “Are you going to follow them back? All three of them probably followed you by now.”
Chanyeol gives a curt response, “Probably not.”
“Probably—”
“Baekhyun-ie, why do you care?” Chanyeol bites, “Why do you want me to follow her and talk to her that damn bad?” His face is tense. After a beat, his face relaxes and he turns away to face an adjacent wall. The tips of his ears that stick out from under his cap are red. His shoulders slacken and he exhales. He turns to back to face Baekhyun. His voice is softer and quieter, “I didn’t mean to snap at you—I’m just…” His gaze drops to Baekhyun’s lips. His cheeks are pink. The elevator chimes and the doors open.
They enter the elevator wordlessly. Their shoulders still touch. Baekhyun presses the 8th Floor button. The elevator whirs, shifts, then ascends. The mellow jazz music is the only sound between them.
Chanyeol shrinks and starts quietly, “B-Baekhyun-ie, I’m—”
Baekhyun pulls Chanyeol down by the strings of his hoodie until their lips meet. The kiss is chaste but like all their others kisses Baekhyun’s lips buzz favorably. They part only for their lips to meet again and again. He holds Chanyeol’s jaw to keep him in place. Warmth boils in Baekhyun’s belly from excitement. When the elevator dings then shifts, the doors opening, they part. Baekhyun's hands slide from Chanyeol’s face to the strings of his hoodie.
Chanyeol breaths quicken as his cheek is further pressed against the mattress. His knuckles are white as he grips the fitted sheet below him. Soft moans escape his parted and wet lips as Baekhyun thrusts into him, the bed creaking and the frame lightly tapping the wall. His back curves and he pushes back with the tempo of Baekhyun’s hips. His eyes are shut, and his cheeks are flushed.
Baekhyun pants harshly as he watches himself fuck Chanyeol’s pink and puffy asshole. It stretches around the grith of his dick, the slide wet and loud with a definite swlop. His eyes fall close as his groin tightens from the mounting pleasure. He’s lost in Chanyeol’s growing desperate and hysterical moans. Chanyeol’s hips push back with more vigor when Baekhyun angles his hips upwards.
“Please—” Chanyeol’s voice is strained.
“Chanyeol—” Baekhyun gasps, “Tell me again.”
Chanyeol whines in rebuttal, his voice cracking.
Baekhyun is breathless as the rapid back and forth of their bodies is dizzying, “Say it again.” At Chanyeol’s refusal, Baekhyun changes the angle. He covers Chanyeol’s back, one hand on Chanyeol’s hip and the other palm flat against the mattress. He grunts, his voice small and distant, “Chanyeol. Again.” The smack of their conjoined bodies is deafening.
Chanyeol whimpers and shoots Baekhyun a glare when he stops.
Baekhyun rotates his hips, Chanyeol’s mouth falling open as a result. He’s panting, “Say it again, Chanyeol-ie.”
“…Please,” Chanyeol wiggles his hips and attempts to push his hips back.
Chanyeol lets out a drawn-out moan when Baekhyun regains the previous tempo. He hums and bites the sheet.
“No, I like to hear,” Baekhyun pants. His vision is hazy as his orgasm rises to his throat, choking him. He doubts he’s fucking the shit out of Chanyeol like Chanyeol does him since he lacks a nine-inch dick but given how red Chanyeol’s face is and how he’s hugging him so tightly, he isn’t doing a horrible job.
“Fuck—Baekhyun, I’m going to cum.”
Baekhyun hums minutely. His eyes slide closed as he’s pushed closer to the brink. His moans are forced out of him as his thrusts increase until the bedframe hits the wall and the mattress squeaks from their weight.
Chanyeol’s gasps accelerate, and his voice rises in frequency, it cracking until it's hoarse.
“Chanyeol, tell me again,” Baekhyun moans desperately.
“Please, Baekhyun.”
“Again.”
“I’m going to cum—”
“Again,” Baekhyun furrows his eyebrows. He bites his lips.
With a final gasp, Chanyeol arches his back and lets out a shudder. His moans are frantic, “Fuck—daddy.”
Baekhyun’s orgasm unexpectedly hits him like a truck. He finds just about everything Chanyeol does as the hottest thing he has ever witnessed, including the time he came back from a four-day-camping trip with his family and his horrified expression when he dropped two of their new plates when putting them away, but this is the hottest thing Baekhyun has ever witnessed anyone do in his life. He never saw himself as someone with a daddy kink even though his past partners have called him that during sex—but fuck.
Baekhyun rides through his orgasm, the waves of pleasure blanketing him in a state of ecstasy. He gasps harshly when he comes down, his body fatigued. Chanyeol isn’t faring any better as he’s out of breath. His body slides down until he’s lying flat on the mattress, taking Baekhyun along with him.
After a beat where their panting is the only thing between them, Baekhyun swallows, “You like to call people daddy during—”
“It slipped out.”
“You don’t do that normally—?”
“Baekhyun…shut up,” Chanyeol moans. His ears are red.
Baekhyun grins and presses his head against Chanyeol’s sweaty back. His voice is soft and his cheeks warm, “So, my dick is special?”
Chanyeol is silent.
Baekhyun chuckles into Chanyeol back, his warm breath wafting around his cheeks, “Do you call people that in the street too or is this only a sex thing—”
Chanyeol sighs in exasperation, “You’re so annoying.”
“Like my dick to your prostate—?"
Chanyeol whines and hides his head in his arms, his ears redder than before. Baekhyun pulls on one before massaging it between his fingers. He can’t help but laugh. It’s cute.
“I can make you some instant ramen if you’re interested, Chanyeol.”
Baekhyun moans softly when he feels the bed dip. His body is tired. Work has been hard—the whole damn week was too hard. His bed is a fresh basket of warm bread and he has every intention to stay in it for the entire duration of his day off. His eyes flutter and burn due to fatigue. He can’t read the time, but he assumes it has to be about two in the morning. His eyebrows furrow when he feels a presence beside him.
“Chanyeol?”
Chanyeol hums in confirmation.
“I’m too tired—” Baekhyun whines while moving closer to Chanyeol.
“No—I don’t want that. I just…” Chanyeol meets Baekhyun in the middle. He wraps his arms around Baekhyun’s midsection and rests his head on Baekhyun’s chest, his head underneath his jaw, “I really wanted to see you.”
Baekhyun accepts Chanyeol’s embrace. He wraps his arms around Chanyeol’s back and rests his head on top of Chanyeol’s, the soft strands tickling the skin of his chin. His body conforms to the curve of his mattress.
“You wanted to see me at two in the morning?” Baekhyun murmurs, his voice light.
“4 am—and yeah,” Chanyeol’s voice drifts until it’s a whisper.
Baekhyun throws his head back and his nails rake down Chanyeol’s shoulders. The mattress squeaks under their weight. He moans throatily as Chanyeol repeatedly hits his prostrate.
“Baekhyun-ie, you’re so pretty—” Chanyeol gasps.
Baekhyun’s eyebrows furrow and he drools as he descends further into madness. The current onslaught makes it hard for him to breathe, and he’s in awe that Chanyeol could talk let alone form any coherent thoughts. Wave after wave of pleasure swims over him, lapping at the base of his nose. They barely started and he already about to cum.
Chanyeol changes their positions. Instead of an embrace, Chanyeol holds Baekhyun’s thighs open and pushes their hips together. The wet smack of the lube and their heavy pants that fill the room make Baekhyun’s ears burn in embarrassment because there’s no way their neighbors can’t hear them. Lately, it’s been hard enough to face them whenever they ran into each other in the lobby, especially the older lady that lives below them—but at this moment Baekhyun couldn’t care. If anything, he hopes they’re cheering him on because he deserves this.
“I’ve wanted to do this with you all day—” Chanyeol moans.
“Hm,” Baekhyun whines.
“When I came home from the gym—”
“Chanyeol—” Harsh has fall from Baekhyun’s parted and wet lips. He continues to climb, tears in his eyes.
“And I saw you by the sink in my shirt—”
Chanyeol’s thrusts increase in strength, and Baekhyun cries out. He grips the sheet until his knuckles turn white.
“Chanyeol—right there.”
Chanyeol’s eyes are glossed over, and his moans are pitchy to the point his voice begins to crack. His eyebrows knock together, “I thought about your legs around my waist like this—”
Baekhyun wiggles his hips until his mouth falls open when Chanyeol’s dick nudges him there. With each press, he’s pushed further toward his orgasm. The wet slap of their fucking and his heartbeat roaring in his ears drown out Chanyeol’s rambling. As much as he’ll love to reach his end right here, Chanyeol’s feelings were mutual. They haven’t been intimate in about a week, and the sprinkled kisses and gropes here and there weren’t enough. It’s not even about the sex—it hasn’t been for a while but sharing an intimate moment with Chanyeol is something he’s been craving. He wanted to be right there with Chanyeol for as long as possible. He needs to focus on holding it back, but the rumble of Chanyeol’s voice is sawing at the fraying string.
“—To fuck you on the kitchen counter, squeezing me like this…” Chanyeol’s voice trails off, rough pants interrupting the retelling of his fantasy.
“Chanyeol, shut up—” Baekhyun gasps. He makes a grabby motion until Chanyeol embraces him again. He grips Chanyeol’s back from under his armpits. He moans under his breath at the smell of Chanyeol’s sweat and body wash.
“And you moaning my name—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Baekhyun is breathless as he falls into madness, hysterical. His dick aches and the pressure in his groin is unbearable.
“Say my name, Baekhyun-ie.”
“Oh my god—”
“Call me daddy, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol’s voice is distant yet loud.
“Chanyeol, please…shut the fuck up,” Baekhyun hums.
Baekhyun is at the top, a hair’s width from tipping over. He couldn’t hold back. The pressure in his groin is round so tight he couldn’t breathe.
“Baekhyun—please.” Chanyeol’s head falls back, and he whines, “One time.”
Baekhyun arches his back and his nails bite into Chanyeol’s shoulders. His orgasm slams into him, the weight of it suffocating him. His cries mute the creak of the mattress, the slap of their bodies, and the tremor of the headboard.
They’re waking up to several noise complaints tomorrow if not their landlord waiting at their doorstep.
As Baekhyun falls from the heavens, the ghosts of his orgasm still buzzing through his veins and regaining feeling in his limbs, Chanyeol is panting above him. His grip on Chanyeol’s back ceases, and he deflates into the mattress with a shuddering breath. Chanyeol’s heavy breathes warm his chest and neck.
After a beat Baekhyun whispers, “So, it goes both ways—”
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
“Why haven’t I encountered this before?” Baekhyun closes his eyes, his breathing finally returning to normal.
“Because it’s new.”
“I’m teaching you new kinks?”
“…Yeah.”
Baekhyun smiles to himself and embraces Chanyeol, his legs crossing behind his hips, “So, daddy is treating his baby well—”
Chanyeol sits up, his face red. He sputters.
Baekhyun laughs outrightly, “Baby, come back. I like to cuddle after.”
Baekhyun yawns as he steps out of the bathroom. He grips the ends of the hotel towel that sits on his shoulders. Water droplets fall on the yellow t-shirt that he “borrowed” from Chanyeol. He stands in the doorway and spots Chanyeol face down on the queen-sized bed. The curtains are drawn, the lights of the party the resort put on bleeds into the room. The mix of bright yellows, oranges, and reds contrasts with the dark blues and purples of the setting sun that reflect onto the white bedspread and the carpet. In the far-left corner next to the door, the floor lamp is switched on and only partly illuminating the room.
Baekhyun walks around their suitcases, pushing them towards the wall, and approaches the bed. He sits on the side closest to Chanyeol’s head. The bed dips in the process.
“Chanyeol-ie,” Baekhyun calls softly. He knows he’s not sleeping because he always sleeps on his back.
Chanyeol wears a white long sleeve t-shirt with a dark blue graphic on the back and a pair of black denim shorts that goes to his knees. Chanyeol hums in response, the curls of his fresh perm bouncing from the action.
“Chanyeol-ie,” Baekhyun calls again.
Chanyeol turns his head to face Baekhyun. His eyes are lidded, and the bottom half of his face is hidden by his arm.
“Why are you still here?” Baekhyun questions.
“This is my room.”
“I thought you were going out with the others,” Baekhyun looks out the window. From what he can see, there are about fifty people around the pool and the bar. Farther off, there are several bonfires on the beach.
Chanyeol hums and closes his eyes.
“What about Sehun?” Baekhyun continues. His wet hair drips onto Chanyeol’s shirt sleeve.
“We’ll be here for the next four days. I’ll spend time with him then—I’m tired.”
Given Chanyeol’s inability to sit still for any length of time, Baekhyun doubts that he’s as tired as he claims. A four-hour airplane ride isn’t nearly enough to make Chanyeol call it quits for the day.
“Okay, but now tell me the real reason.”
Chanyeol opens one of his eyes and smirks, “I need an actual reason to stay in and spend time with you?”
“You? Yeah.” Baekhyun grins when Chanyeol sighs in irritation.
Chanyeol sits up. He meets Baekhyun’s gaze and crawls to his side. Their lips meet in a chaste kiss. He mutters against Baekhyun’s lips, “You’re so annoying.”
“And you tell me you don’t need a reason to stay back with me—”
Baekhyun laughs when Chanyeol pulls away and rolls his eyes. He holds Chanyeol’s arm to keep him from leaving the bed. He smiles brighter when Chanyeol returns to his side. Chanyeol sits next to Baekhyun at the edge of the bed, a knee on the mattress while his other leg hangs off the side. Their lips smack as they meet in the middle again and again and again.
“Baekhyun, I’ve been thinking,” Chanyeol murmurs against Baekhyun’s lips.
Baekhyun hums and parts from Chanyeol’s mouth. He stares at Chanyeol’s face, taking in the mole on his nose and the stray hairs on his chin and top lip that he missed while shaving. The borrowed light from the window highlights Chanyeol’s cheekbones and the natural brunette highlights of his hair.
Chanyeol’s hands slide down to Baekhyun’s bottom, “I was watching porn the other day.”
“I don’t want to hear about you jacking—”
“No, there’s a reason—So, I was watching porn the other day and I pretended it was us.”
“If you wanted to have sex, you could have asked.”
“I don’t like bothering you.”
“You mean to tell me you’ve been holding back?”
Chanyeol kisses him again with a smack, “No—but Baekhyun-ie, stop changing the subject. This made me realize I’ve never eaten your ass.”
“Why do you want your mouth there?” Baekhyun moves to sit on Chanyeol’s lap, his thighs on either side of Chanyeol’s hips.
“Because it’s pretty, and I like to eat pretty things,” Chanyeol noses Baekhyun’s neck.
Baekhyun arches his back and swallows a shudder. Chanyeol’s breath tickles the skin.
Chanyeol continues, “Can I do it?” He pushes their hips together.
“As long as you don’t pull me apart and when it’s time you start sputtering like a virgin. It’s hard to navigate that when most of my blood is pooling in my dick,” Baekhyun sighs. His eyes flutter close when Chanyeol kisses his neck.
“When did I do that?” Chanyeol’s lips smack.
Baekhyun breathes, “Our first time.”
“I was nervous,” Chanyeol sucks the junction between Baekhyun’s ear and his jaw, Baekhyun’s known weak spot. He palms Baekhyun’s bottom and squeezes it until their hips rock back and forth.
Baekhyun’s head lolls to the side and he pants, “But you instigated everything.”
“Because you wouldn’t.” Chanyeol moans softly, “No matter how many people I dated, I couldn’t stop thinking about you—”
Baekhyun’s heartrate jumps and his face warms. The butterflies that swarm his stomach whenever he’s around Chanyeol are vibrating, making him feel weightless. Back then, he knew they crossed the line of friendship before they had sex. He also knew that he and Chanyeol had similar feelings for each other, but to hear Chanyeol’s ran that deep for that long makes him happy.
Chanyeol continues, “I thought if we hooked up, everything would go away—but then it didn’t.”
Baekhyun moans when their hardening dicks find each other. Heat pools in his groin and the spring pulls itself back. He bounces on Chanyeol’s lap to the latter’s pleasure, the bed creaking from the action. Chanyeol abandons his neck kisses and pants into Baekhyun’s ear, his breath warming the skin. Baekhyun’s arms rest on top of Chanyeol’s shoulders.
“I felt the same way,” Baekhyun’s voice is light.
“Hm?” Chanyeol’s voice rises an octave.
Baekhyun gasps as they dry hump each other seriously. The coarseness of Chanyeol’s jeans against his basketball shorts with the added slide from his precum is divine. The mattress squeaks to the rhythm of their pants and moans.
“I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you.”
“Why?” Chanyeol hums into Baekhyun’s neck.
“You’re too important to me Chanyeol,” Baekhyun’s mouth parts, and his eyes are wet. The coil inside him is pulled back until the pressure is borderline painful, the rings trembling from stress. His hips can’t help but find Chanyeol’s as he grows fanatic. His eyes are unfocused and the push and pull of their bodies is dizzying. Baekhyun gasps, “I’m close—" He licks his lips as a particular wave gives him a taste of what’s to come, his groin tightening favorably and bursts of pleasure firing off behind his eyelids. He breaks their embrace with a hand to Chanyeol’s chest, his body falling into a relaxed yet unsatisfied space. The previous squeaking of the mattress rings in his ears.
Chanyeol stops his ministrations with an outbreath. Baekhyun climbs off, the buzz in his veins dying down and leaving an ache between his legs.
Baekhyun breathes heavily as his body calms, “Before we go too far, there’s…something I want to try too.”
Chanyeol undoes the button of his shorts and pulls down the fly. He releases a sigh of relief and tugs his shorts open. His erection pops forward in his boxers. His voice rasps, “What?”
“I want to give you head, so we can 69.”
“I…” Chanyeol’s cheeks are red, and his eyes are downcast as he looks away.
“I’m not going to throw up this time.”
The first and last time Baekhyun attempted to suck Chanyeol’s dick went horribly wrong. Going into it, Baekhyun knew there was no way he could swallow nine inches. They agreed to five or six, but a miscalculated thrust on Chanyeol’s part forced eight inches down Baekhyun’s throat. Baekhyun threw up on Chanyeol which was equal parts chaotic, embarrassing, and hilarious. Chanyeol hasn’t asked for a blow job since and waved Baekhyun off whenever he offered to give one.
“I just felt so bad—”
“I wasn’t upset.”
“You acted upset.”
“I was in pain. Imagine coughing on—Chanyeol take your shorts off.”
Chanyeol does as he’s told and positions himself against the headboard and supports himself on the bed of pillows. His dick stands at full mast and pokes through the opening of his boxer briefs.
Baekhyun removes his basketball shorts. Despite Chanyeol seeing his bare ass plenty of times, his cheeks warm and he feels much more naked than he actually is. He gets on his hands and knees and crawls backward into Chanyeol’s grasp. His mouth parts when Chanyeol grabs his bottom and squeezes his ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Once he’s directly below Chanyeol’s dick, he stops. His back dips, pushing his ass into Chanyeol’s face. He shivers at Chanyeol’s warm breaths against his asshole and the underside of his ball sack. In this position, Baekhyun has the perfect view of the party below them. The sky is now pitch black with only hums of light from the bar and the bonfires on the beach.
Baekhyun supports himself on an elbow while his other hand jerks Chanyeol from base to mid-shaft. His dick is beyond hard and is hot beneath his fingers.
“Hmm,” Chanyeol groans into Baekhyun’s spread thighs then gives the puckered skin a chaste kiss.
Warmth pools in Baekhyun’s groin, his dick aching. His hips wiggle in excitement. He hasn’t had his ass eaten in a few years, but from his memory, it rivaled penetrative sex (until he slept with Chanyeol). Chanyeol plasters his asshole with wet kisses, his lips smacking against the skin.
Baekhyun pulls Chanyeol’s foreskin back then licks around the head. His tongue collects the salty beads of precum that weep from the slit. Chanyeol tastes awful, but he presumes he doesn’t have the right to complain. The diet he’s half-participating in probably hasn’t made his nut taste any better either. He jerks Chanyeol as his lips glide down his dick. His mouth stretches to accommodate the girth. After a breath, he sucks and bobs his head in tempo to his hand pulling against Chanyeol’s shaft. He starts slow then works up a faster tempo. Chanyeol moans in-between Baekhyun’s ass cheeks then with the flat side of his tongue licks a stripe from his sack to his anus. Baekhyun’s eyes flutter shut, and he hums. He pushes his ass back against Chanyeol’s face and whines.
Baekhyun builds speed, the blowjob rushed and messy, until Chanyeol pulls his ass cheeks apart and sticks his tongue inside him. Baekhyun falters, he pulls off while moaning. His eyebrows knock together, and his lips are wet with spittle and precum. The spring from before pulls itself backward, a pressure and heat mounting in his groin. After a beat, he takes Chanyeol into his mouth again and sucks him off seriously. His hand gripping the shaft squeezes and jerks Chanyeol faster. He whines around Chanyeol’s dick as he takes his descents harder and faster. He pushes his ass back until he’s riding Chanyeol’s face. He twists his hips to heighten the friction. His breath is caught when Chanyeol sucks the rim of his asshole, giving it wet, open-mouth kisses. His free hand grips the blanket as he struggles to focus. His dick painfully aches between his legs, his precum dripping onto Chanyeol’s shirt; however, given his position, he can’t finish himself off and still comfortably suck Chanyeol’s dick.
Chanyeol’s hips wiggle in desperation and his whimpers grow in frequency. Baekhyun’s body is on fire, and he’s no longer aware of the things around him. All he could muster is Chanyeol’s wet and hot tongue in him and the torrid dick sliding through his mouth and down his throat. Chanyeol’s grip tightens on his ass cheeks and the heated pants against his crack increase in frequency. Baekhyun pulls off and focuses his attention on the head. He licks around the silt, his tongue cleaning the drops of cum flowing from it.
With a muffled cry, Chanyeol cums. Bursts of hot semen spurt onto Baekhyun’s face and neck. Chanyeol detaches from Baekhyun’s anus and pants into his inner thighs, his voice is heavy and desperate. Baekhyun exhales as the last squirt lands on his chin. He supports himself on his palms and crawls away from Chanyeol.
Baekhyun wipes the cooling cum on his face with the towel that fell from his shoulders due to their earlier activities.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol rasps. His chest rises up and down, and his face is relaxed in bliss. He sits up and watches Baekhyun on the opposite end of the bed. His eyes fall to the erection between Baekhyun’s legs. He whispers to himself, “You didn’t cum?”
“Was it good, Chanyeol-ie?”
“Baby, come here,” Chanyeol beckons Baekhyun towards him by tugging him forward.
Baekhyun crawls over to Chanyeol until he’s hovering above him, his knees on either side of Chanyeol’s torso. Chanyeol pushes their bodies together until his mouth presses against Baekhyun’s lower stomach. The tip of his dick, wet and raging, teases the swell of Chanyeol’s cheek. Chanyeol rubs the back of Baekhyun’s thighs and looks up at him with coy eyes. When he reaches Baekhyun’s ass cheeks, he palms the flesh.
“Yes. Sex with you is always good,” Chanyeol mutters into the fabric of Baekhyun’s t-shirt.
Baekhyun looks down at Chanyeol and flushes. Not only is he embarrassed by the use of a pet name, but the intensity of Chanyeol’s gaze. His eyes are open and twinkle despite the compromised lighting. He drapes his arms over Chanyeol’s shoulders.
Chanyeol’s eyes focus on Baekhyun’s dick. Without breaking the embrace, he licks under the head. He plants soft kisses around the circumference. Baekhyun’s eyes fall to half-mast, and he arches into Chanyeol’s touch.
“Sit on my face,” Chanyeol’s voice rumbles.
Baekhyun moans softly.
Chanyeol watches Baekhyun from under his eyelashes as he releases Baekhyun from his hold. He falls back into the pillows. His curls frame and fan around his face. Baekhyun crawls forward until his bottom is directly below Chanyeol’s mouth and nose. He stabilizes himself by holding onto the frame of the headboard. Chanyeol holds Baekhyun’s hips in place and performs kitten licks against the puckered skin.
Baekhyun’s mouth falls open and he sinks onto Chanyeol’s face. Each lick becomes more brazen than the last until he’s giving Baekhyun’s rim open-mouthed kisses.
“Chanyeol-ie…” Baekhyun's voice is soft. He gently rocks against Chanyeol’s mouth.
Chanyeol grips Baekhyun’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart. His eyes flutter shut, and he licks into Baekhyun with more gusto. The smack of his lips fills the room, overwhelming the light chatter that carried itself from the party commencing below.
Baekhyun gasps as the heat that pooled in his stomach from their earlier activities amplify tenfold, suffocating him in a heavy blanket of arousal. His dick throbs and his hips twitch. Chanyeol’s hands massage Baekhyun’s hips and thighs as he sucks on his rim, his tongue licking around the area. Baekhyun’s eyes slide closed when he jerks himself. He pants audibly, and he bounces on Chanyeol’s face. His head falls back, and the bed squeaks below him.
Baekhyun breathes huskily, “Chanyeol…”
The weight of the pressure in his groin has Baekhyun seeing stars behind his eyelids. Waves of pleasure wash over him, each one more intense than the last. His body is hot and thrums.
“Chanyeol…oh my god—” Baekhyun rides Chanyeol’s face, his hips rocking back in forth.
Baekhyun rapidly climbs, the fire in his gut growing until he’s gasping for breath. He arches his back and pushes against Chanyeol’s tongue with more fervor. The bed squeaks noisily and his accumulating moans are the loudest thing in the room. His hand smacks against his dick, his precum dirtying his fist. His grip on the headboard tightens.
Baekhyun’s moans are nearly riding on top of each other, “Chanyeol—I’m close. I’m so close—Fuck.”
He bites his lips, but his hums are just as loud as his ascending moans. Usually, by this point, he stops giving a fuck about who might hear because he can’t control himself, but they’re in public. If they’re too loud, they might get fined by the resort. He sticks the hem of his t-shirt in his mouth and bites the fabric. The coil in his groin quivers from exhaustion and the pressure of holding everything together. His mouth waters at the sharp shocks of pleasure that bathes him in a cloud of ecstasy, wetting the cotton of the t-shirt.
Baekhyun’s world crashes down instantaneously when Chanyeol gives his rim a rough suck. He cums with a muffled moan of Chanyeol’s name. He spurts onto the headboard and the pillows as wave after pleasurable wave wreaks havoc through his body.
Baekhyun’s eyes are glazed over and his body trembles from the aftershocks. The hem of his t-shirt falls out of his mouth and lands on his softening dick. His veins buzz from the residual surges of pleasure of his orgasm as his body calms. He breathes heavily and stands on his knees properly. He backs away from the headboard and opts to sit on Chanyeol’s lap. Chanyeol holds Baekhyun’s waist.
As Baekhyun’s body calms, he melts into Chanyeol’s embrace.
Baekhyun stands in the shower, the showerhead dripping until it stops. The smell of the artificial cranberry hotel soap wafts around him and sticks to his skin. The glass shower door is open and there’s a heavy humid fog in the bathroom of Chanyeol’s single. Chanyeol stands in front of the sink, furiously brushing his teeth. His body is wet as water droplets are running down the span of his broad shoulders and back. He meets Chanyeol at the sink, careful of the water on the linoleum floor.
“Chanyeol-ie,” Baekhyun pushes his wet hair back. He grabs one of the hotel towels neatly folded on the counter. He dries his face with it and stares at himself through the clouded mirror.
Chanyeol, still brushing his teeth, turns to Baekhyun. His curls are looser than before and rest just below his eyebrows. His face is pink and wet. The suds from the toothpaste drip down his chin and into the sink.
Baekhyun has always known he liked Chanyeol in that way even before they hooked up in their living room that night several weeks ago. He was just in denial. The idea of making what they have official still scares him since Chanyeol has been by his side for so long. He couldn’t imagine not including Chanyeol in his life let alone hating him if things were to sour between them.
Yet, in this mundane moment, Baekhyun couldn’t imagine someone else being in his place. The thought of Chanyeol sharing his room key with someone else and skipping out on the opportunity to party to be with them makes Baekhyun’s chest ache. Dating Chanyeol terrifies Baekhyun, but not dating him is an even scarier reality. Baekhyun knows he’s being possessive, jealous, childish, and stupid but he didn’t want anyone else to have Chanyeol. If Chanyeol was up to it, he would marry him tonight. Chanyeol makes him feel an array of emotions his previous partners were unable to do. Chanyeol is his best friend, his favorite lover, and his preferred life partner. He has his answer.
“I like you.”
Chanyeol muffles, more of the toothpaste suds dripping from his mouth, I like you too, Baekhyun-ie.
“I know we practically are now, but I want to be your boyfriend.”
Chanyeol muffles, Of course—
“So, no one else can have you,” Baekhyun finishes.
Chanyeol spits out the remaining toothpaste suds into the sink then rinses his mouth. Once done, he dries his mouth with the towel Baekhyun used previously.
Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun closer to him, his arms around his waist, and kisses his nose, “I don’t want to be anyone else’s, Baekhyun-ie. You’re the only one I don’t have to hold back for.”
“Chanyeol did you mean it?” Chanyeol and himself are in the parlor in the basement of the resort.
There are three other elderly couples in the dim-lit room, but they are scattered to opposite sides of the room in front of the empty stage. The soft jazz music creates a comforting ambiance, one that shadows the world around Baekhyun. The chandelier that hangs above them offers a gentle yellow light that complements the dying lights from the party outside.
Chanyeol rests his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder. One of Baekhyun’s hands massages Chanyeol’s scalp while the other holds his waist. They step side to side.
“That I like you, and I can’t stop thinking about you?” Chanyeol’s grip on Baekhyun’s waist intensifies, “Yes.”
“Tell me again.”
“I’m not entertaining your approval kink around these grannies, Baekhyun.”
“Okay, but tell me again,” Baekhyun chuckles softly.
“I like you, Baekhyun-ie.”
“Again.”
“If you get hard, I’m leaving you here.”
“No,” Baekhyun whines. He raises his head and stares at Chanyeol’s crown. His curls are looser than before as his hair is still wet from their shower. When Chanyeol stands with proper posture, looking down at Baekhyun, Baekhyun smiles. Their lips meet in the middle in a chaste kiss. Baekhyun murmurs against Chanyeol’s lips, “But tell me again.”