we are tonight

“That was a blow job in the bathroom. Little fucker left before getting me off too, that asshole.” Lu Han chuckles at the hint of resentment in Baekhyun’s tone. “That isn’t funny, Lu Han. I seriously thought my dick was going to fall off with the amount of pain I was in. Solid, rock hard.”

Lu Han doesn’t bother muffling his laughter this time, raising his arm as a makeshift shield against Baekhyun’s punches.

This is definitely no laughing matter for Baekhyun.

Six long months.

That’s the amount of time he’s remained abstinent. Not that it’s anything to applaud or cheer about, because let’s face it; of all people, Byun Baekhyun was not one to go for half a year without sex.

His last boyfriend was no slouch in the sack, but when that ended Baekhyun was left with just his right hand for company, copious amounts of lube and/or moisturizer, and the walk of shame to the health section of his nearest convenience store to stock up for those late-night sessions.

For some reason, Baekhyun was just going through a dry, dry, dry spell.

“How do you want me to help?” Lu Han shrugs, eyes flicking up at the sound of the ringing bell above the café door.

“I don’t know, recommend me a guy or something; I just need a one night stand to get me back in the dick game.”

“I’d gladly offer my assistance.”

Baekhyun doesn’t even flinch, turning his head to glare at the guy leaning against the pillar next to their table.

“Fuck off, Park.”

“I’d rather fuck your sweet little ass, Byun,” Chanyeol grins, sending him a kiss. It’s only when Baekhyun directs a very choice finger his way does he (thankfully) take his leave, but not before giving another lewd comment of, “Just remember, my dick is always here,” coupled with a very classy gesture of Chanyeol grabbing onto his crotch.

“He’s such an asshole,” Baekhyun grimaces, downing more of his drink to wash away the flavour of Horny Jerk. Talking to Chanyeol always leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

“He’s also perfect.”

Baekhyun stares wide at Lu Han, “Perfect for what? Giving someone the clap?”

“To help you get laid,” Lu Han smiles.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Baekhyun explodes, hands flying above his head for emphasis. He pretends not to notice the amount of attention he draws to their table in the corner, choosing to concentrate on yelling at the person he calls his best friend. It’s a good thing Chanyeol is on the other side of the restaurant, or his huge fucking ears would nose into their conversation again, and Baekhyun’s already had to deal with enough Park Chanyeol for the day. “I am not asking Park Chanyeol to give me a good dicking no matter how long it’s been!”

“Six months~” Lu Han ever-so-helpfully singsongs, and Baekhyun shoots him a look.

“Yeah, and I’m not planning on getting herpes as a Welcome Back gift from the days of Being Sexually Active.”

“You make him sound like a walking STD.”

“He practically is. Who knows where his dick has been.” Baekhyun mutters.

“Is all of this,” Lu Han waves an open palm in the air, “because he mistook you for a girl during freshman year at that frat party?”

“Um, no.” Baekhyun very unconvincingly scoffs.

Lu Han rolls his eyes, “Just think about it. No strings attached, remember?” Baekhyun feigns annoyance, wrapping his scarf around his neck as he makes to leave with Lu Han for their next lecture. “You know he’s going to be okay with it; he’s been after your ass for years.”

“That’s just Park being himself,” Baekhyun argues, and Lu Han raises an eyebrow at his denial. “What?”

Lu Han sighs, shrugging on his jacket, “Nothing, never mind. Let’s get going.”

Baekhyun isn’t entirely convinced Lu Han didn’t have more to say, but he keeps quiet, following him out the café. “But anyways, from what I’ve heard,” Lu Han continues, “his dick is fucking massive.”

It’s not that Lu Han has managed to sway him (Baekhyun does not focus on the ending comment, and definitely doesn’t Google the quantitative measure for ‘massive’) but he supposes he’s right; Chanyeol is perpetually horny, and who better to participate in one night of just animalistic fucking with than a guy who Baekhyun would only want for his, cough, assets.

Chanyeol isn’t a friend, so there’d be no concern of attachment or making things awkward between the two. Baekhyun can’t deny that Park Chanyeol is kind of, well, somewhat, attractive, so that doesn’t hurt in the Looks Department. In theory, it’s perfect.

Actually going through with it though, is another matter.

Baekhyun thinks himself a pretty confident guy, so he doesn't know how to explain the bundle of nerves that are steadily growing inside his stomach. It’s just Park Chanyeol. There’s no way he’s going to say no – the guy practically lives for sex. He’s definitely not going to laugh in Baekhyun’s face. Not at all.

The last minute mental pep talk doesn’t seem to help Baekhyun at all, but his feet are moving before his brain can stop them, and before he knows it, he’s standing right next to the vending machine, feet planted firmly together. It takes a one-second look at Chanyeol for Baekhyun to immediately regret his previous actions, and the thought of running away is looking like a pretty good alternative at the moment. But it’s not like Baekhyun can turn around and pretend that he didn’t just saunter up to Chanyeol with the intention of conversation, especially with the way he’s posed and looking right up at him.

He adjusts the strap of his shoulder bag one last time, coughing into a closed fist as Chanyeol punches in the digits on the keypad.

“Hey, uh, Park,” Baekhyun says, attempting to lean against the machine as casually as possible.

Chanyeol grabs his drink—Red Bull, figures—and pops open the tab, imitating Baekhyun’s own pose with arms crossed as he takes a sip.

“What’s up Byun? Decided your ass needed a taste of my cock?”

In every other previous situation much like this one, Baekhyun would have replied with a retort along the lines of, “Eat shit,” and stuck his middle finger up at him, to which Chanyeol would have, once again, blown him a kiss, and maybe winked.

But this isn’t one of their normal exchanges, and Baekhyun can’t really do any of that because Chanyeol is, well, right on the money.

“Um. Yeah.”

Baekhyun’s actually glad Chanyeol’s cockiness exudes in greetings to pretty much anyone about his dick, because Baekhyun would have most likely died on the spot (and then been resurrected to actually go through with the fucking) if he had to utter the words, “Hey Park, it’s been six months since I’ve had a dick up my ass and vice versa, and apparently, your schlong is the one I’ve chosen to end this dry spell. Congratulations!”

He doesn’t know if surprise looks good on Chanyeol, because the other’s eyes are blown wide and Baekhyun thinks he’s trying to talk, but all that’s coming out are some choked out coughs. Baekhyun raises an eyebrow, feeling slightly worried with how Chanyeol is sort of chugging his sweat-tasting energy drink so he can actually breathe.

“Uh, are you okay?” Baekhyun’s brows furrow, but Chanyeol is waving his concern away and muttering out a very choked, “I’m fine.”

It’s not like Baekhyun cares much for Chanyeol’s wellbeing (he’s spent the majority of his college life wishing a snake would attach itself to Chanyeol’s dick and chew it off) so he’s only asking out of politeness really.

“What did you say?” Chanyeol asks, voice still raspy.

Baekhyun rolls his eyes, “I might have, maybe, taken you up on your offer, to fuck me…” Baekhyun trails off, words becoming inaudible before even reaching the end of his sentence.

If there were an award for the quickest Transformation Back To Cocky, Chanyeol would win hands down. He’s already smirking down at Baekhyun, eyebrows raised in flirtation, effectively sandwiching him into the corner between the wall.

“Sorry, Byun, was what that?”

Baekhyun stares daggers at Chanyeol, repeating himself through gritted teeth, “Yes. I. Would. Like. Your. Dick. Happy?” He shoots him a sarcastic smile, and doesn’t miss the way Chanyeol’s eyes light up with the admittance. He’s too preoccupied with watching the way the younger’s tongue flicks out to lick over his lips (sinful, is the word that comes to mind) to notice that Chanyeol’s leaning in, until he’s almost at eye level and Baekhyun has to reflexively stick his textbook between the two of them to prevent him from coming any closer.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I said you could fuck me, not maul me with your mouth in the corridor.” Baekhyun brings the book back down when he’s assured that Chanyeol is at a safe distance, and shakes his head. “Just, come to my apartment tomorrow. Okay? I’ll text you the address.”

Chanyeol winks, giving him a very appreciate onceover that makes Baekhyun feel as though he’s naked, before the elder pushes past him. He pretends he doesn’t hear him shout, “Can’t wait for tomorrow, Byun!” with that damn deep voice that drips seduction, and waits until he’s turned the corner before pausing to take a deep breath.

In hindsight, Baekhyun thinks, that could have gone worse.

“Baekhyun, calm down.” Lu Han’s voice tries to assure the male as he paces up and down his living room, his fingers gripping onto the phone like it’s a lifeline.

“He’s coming over in thirty minutes!” Baekhyun hisses, staring at the clock. He’s chosen to take refuge under a blanket on his couch, for some reason.

“Why are you whispering?”

“I… don’t know. God, this was such a bad idea. Maybe I should call it off. Text him and say I’ve come down with a really bad sickness. What’s bad enough to get me out of this?”

“Herpes?” Lu Han jokes, and Baekhyun honestly considers it as an excuse. “Jesus, don’t worry Baekhyun. I’m sure you guys will... have fun.” There’s an underlying innuendo to Lu Han’s tone which Baekhyun doesn’t appreciate one bit because thinking about sexual things makes him think about having sex with Chanyeol, and it’s sex with Chanyeol, and oh dear God he really did not think things through.

The doorbell is enough of an alarm to bring Baekhyun out of his How To Cancel With STD Plan, and Lu Han chuckles on the other line, “Well, that’s my cue to leave; use protection!”

Baekhyun would laugh if his throat didn’t feel drier than a desert. It’s like all the water and moisture got sucked out his body, and he can’t even form the words, “Fuck you,” to tell Lu Han before hanging up.

He’s early. Park Chanyeol is fucking early.

The doorbell rings again, followed by a quick knock and Chanyeol’s stupidly deep voice calling out for Baekhyun.

“Just a second!” Baekhyun croaks out, sounding every bit the opposite of composed as he scrambles out from under his blanket. He quickly stops in front of the mirror above the entrance table, fluffing down his hair, and trying to smooth down his shirt to look as proper as possible.

Well, as proper as one can be for a scheduled fucking with a nemesis.

“Byun?” Chanyeol calls out again through the door, and Baekhyun can practically see the smirk. That asshole.

He takes another deep breath before swinging open the door, eyes resting on Chanyeol’s lean figure as he stands, arm raised and resting on the doorframe, smarmy grin attached, “Took your time. Were you off wanking in preparation?”

“You’re already making me regret this, Park,” Baekhyun glares. Chanyeol takes no notice, walking past him and into the apartment, hands in pockets as his eyes scan the room.

“So do I get a royal tour? Or are we just diving straight into this?” He raises an eyebrow knowingly, and Baekhyun can’t help but blush.

“J-just… go to the bedroom,” Baekhyun points in its direction, “I’ll be right there.”

Chanyeol shrugs, poking his head around corners as he makes his way down the corridor. It’s as soon as he’s out of sight does Baekhyun let out the huge breath he’s been holding. It’s a split-second decision that moves Baekhyun to grab the bottle of beer on the kitchen counter (he might have had the first half in efforts to calm his nerves an hour before) and down the rest of it in one go, before following Chanyeol to the bedroom.

The younger is seated on his bed, arms stretched behind him as he leans back on the comforter. It takes one quick look at the way his legs are “casually” spread and that (Baekhyun swears is permanent) cocky grin for him to blurt out, “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

“Well,” Chanyeol tilts his neck to the side, and Baekhyun outwardly grimaces at the crack that sounds through the room, “you don’t know that until we try.”

And then Chanyeol licks—licks—his lips, and Baekhyun’s dick twitches. Traitor.

It’s not his fault Chanyeol’s lips look all pink and slick and amazingly soft, and Baekhyun literally has to shake his head to get thoughts of that mouth around his dick out of his head. He doesn’t know what he was thinking. This is Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol. Certified Asshole.

And Baekhyun had actually suggested sleeping with him. It’s all Lu Han’s fault really, that little fucker.

Chanyeol shifts on the bed, smoothing down the creases in his jeans, “But fine, if you really want to back out of this, sure. How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

“What?” Baekhyun looks startled. Discussing his six-month dry spell isn’t exactly a comfortable topic between the two of them.

“Well, I mean, you must be desperate enough to get laid if you’ve come to me,” Chanyeol smirks. Again.

“Ugh, fuck off, Park.”

“No, but seriously, a month? Two?”

“Park.”

“Three? Holy shit, four months? Wow, you must have been a real tight ass if-“

In retrospect, Baekhyun thinks there probably was a better method to shutting Chanyeol up than kissing him, but it seems to work pretty effectively. He’s surprised at how quick he managed to fly across the room, because right now his knees are on either side of Chanyeol’s thighs and he’s kissing with so much force it’s as if he’s trying to steal all his air.

Chanyeol’s hands are already on the small of his back, running up and down before he slips a hand underneath his shirt and Baekhyun gasps into the kiss at the warmth of the touch. Chanyeol is the one to pull away first, both of their chests heaving substantially with efforts of regaining their breath.

“So this is happening?” He asks, eyes wide and a little dazed at the force of Baekhyun’s kiss.

“Shut up, Park,” comes Baekhyun’s reply, fisting his hands in the front of his shirt and yanking him back into an open-mouthed kiss.

(Baekhyun tells himself the reason he’s so into kissing the breath out of Chanyeol is for the silence that comes with it).

His tongue licks into Chanyeol’s mouth all filthy and messy, and he’s too focused on running his hands through Chanyeol’s (surprisingly) soft hair (it was a fair assumption to think it would be all greased by too much hair product) to notice the younger’s hands at the waistband of his jeans, his fingers deftly undoing the zipper and buttons.

He does, however, realize when Chanyeol’s fingertips skim over his dick and there’s a sharp intake of breath, causing Chanyeol to smile into the kiss. The palm of his hand starts to rub over his crotch, and Baekhyun can feel himself slowly hardening.

“Take your shirt off,” Baekhyun breathes into Chanyeol’s mouth, and the younger takes the chance to take Baekhyun’s bottom lip between his teeth and suck, before lifting the material up and over his head. He takes a second to appreciate the firmness that is Chanyeol’s torso and arms, before latching onto his mouth again, letting his hands wander down his chest. The rest of their clothes, save for underwear, shortly join Chanyeol’s shirt on the floor and before long, Baekhyun’s lying on his back, legs spread wide for Chanyeol to fit nicely between them. Baekhyun can feel Chanyeol’s semi grinding against his own through the cloth as he continues to bite into the expanse of his neck, making marks and tracking kisses down his chest.

Baekhyun whimpers with every touch of his lips, feeling all so good and hot on his skin as he bucks his hips up. Chanyeol’s grinning down at him, and suddenly his legs are on Chanyeol’s shoulders and Baekhyun squeaks as Chanyeol continues to place chaste pecks on the inside of his thighs.

“Fuck, your thighs are just as nice as your ass, Byun.”

“Just fucking get on with it, Park,” Baekhyun throws his head back on the pillow and shuts his eyes tightly. Somehow, the sight of Chanyeol between his legs doesn’t seem weird, but that might just be the alcohol. He feels him peel his briefs off without warning, and Baekhyun’s cheeks immediately flush, the heat licking up the back of his neck and at his face. It’s a tiny moment of sanity where the thoughts of oh my fucking God, I’m completely naked my dick and balls are right there in front of his face, cloud his mind, but then Chanyeol grins, and Baekhyun automatically rolls his eyes in response.

“Are you going to suck my dick or just stare at it?” Baekhyun asks, and Chanyeol lets his legs down to rest on his elbows. His breath ghosts over Baekhyun’s cock, and there’s that infuriating smirk that gleams in his eyes, before Chanyeol’s tongue darts out to lick at the precome at the tip. Baekhyun bites down on his bottom lip to try and muffle his whine, because he’s so close to feeling that heat around his dick, but Park Chanyeol is being, well, Park Chanyeol.

He kind of wants to grab onto the back of his head and force him down, but any strength left in his arms dies when Chanyeol finally, finally takes the head into his mouth, and Baekhyun all but moans. Really damn loudly.

Baekhyun feels Chanyeol’s mouth curl up around his dick as he sucks, letting his tongue curl around as he bobs his head up and down, and Baekhyun’s sounding more and more wanton as his nails dig into the sheets. It’s been long, way too long since anyone’s sucked his dick this good.

It’s been too long since anyone’s sucked his dick, period.

It’s with much regret that Chanyeol pulls away, because the little sounds Baekhyun is making are really too cute, and they only exist to spur him on. There’s a string of spit between his lips and the tip of Baekhyun’s cock, and he wipes across his mouth.

“Feel good, Byun?”

“No, I’m moaning like a bitch in heat because it’s fucking horrible,” Baekhyun bites out, and Chanyeol chuckles before climbing up the bed and pressing a kiss to Baekhyun’s pert nipple. Baekhyun chokes out another whimper when Chanyeol lightly bites down, tugging at it between his teeth before licking over it. He grins, his left hand coming up to play with Baekhyun’s untouched bud. “You’re quite sensitive, Byun.”

“Shut up,” Baekhyun covers his face with his arm, the blush rapidly making a comeback across his cheeks.

“Don’t worry, it’s really fucking hot, to be honest.” He feels Chanyeol lift up off him and he peeks out from under his arm to see him on his knees, stripping off his boxers, and Baekhyun’s mouth goes very, very dry. He thinks his jaw drops as well. He wouldn’t be surprised.

He doesn’t meet Chanyeol’s eyes, covering his face again because the sight of Chanyeol’s monster cock, all red and hard and throbbing, complete with the glisten of precome at the tip, is definitely enough to push all the blood in Baekhyun’s body to his cheeks. The entire package is nice, really fucking nice, torso defined and legs strong, but Baekhyun’s still temporarily stunned to focus on anything but the shaft in between said legs.

He thinks he hears Chanyeol ask for the lube and condoms (there’s too much blood pounding in his ears and his mind is still reeling with thoughts of oh my God oh my God how is that going to fit in me oh my God he is gigantic! to hear properly, and Baekhyun haphazardly sticks an arm out to point at his bedside table.

He feels a weight lift off the mattress, and he rolls onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow as the sounds of Chanyeol opening drawers and fishing around for the bottle fill the room. He’s sort of reconsidering this entire thing because Chanyeol is considerably bigger than anyone he’s taken before, and all Baekhyun really wanted was a simple nice, average cock that wouldn’t split him in half to get the ball rolling again.

He isn’t paying much attention until he feels Chanyeol spread his cheeks and slide cold fingers in between, and his breath hitches, hands threatening to rip at the sheets.

“Oh, right,” Chanyeol begins, one finger pressing in at his hole, “it’s cold.”

“I figured.” Baekhyun grits out before muttering, “Asshole.”

“Maybe you should watch the language around the guy about to finger your ass,” Chanyeol replies, accompanied as always with the joking lilt to his tone, and Baekhyun’s about to retort with something equally as witty before Chanyeol’s pushing a finger in. Baekhyun digs his face into the sheets, trying to muffle his cries of holyshitholyshitholyshit, because the feeling is all so familiar and foreign at the same time, and he can’t help but already rock back on Chanyeol’s hand. He needs more, so much more.

“Patience is a virtue, Byun,” Chanyeol smirks, and Baekhyun unfolds an arm from underneath him to flip Chanyeol off.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Baekhyun says, pushing back again so Chanyeol gets the hint, and it’s not long after (thankfully, he praises) that a second digit is pushing in. Baekhyun whines for the third as soon as Chanyeol gets his index finger in, and his eyebrows raise slightly. There’s been so little preparation that he isn’t sure Baekhyun can take it, but the elder is moaning and asking for it through gritted teeth, and his very voice is enough to make Chanyeol’s cock twitch.

He continues to stretch Baekhyun out, tips of his fingers brushing up against that spongy spot inside, and Baekhyun lets a loud moan escape, rocking back harder and faster to the point where he’s fucking himself on Chanyeol’s hand, trying to hit his prostate again. He thinks he could come right then and there.

But then Chanyeol pulls out and Baekhyun whimpers, clenching around nothing.

“Oh God, Park, please just fucking get in me, please, please, please,” Baekhyun cries, rising his ass up even more as he claws at the sheets, head turned and cheek pressed against the mattress. He can hear the tearing of the wrapper, and waits with pained breaths as Chanyeol gloves himself up, squeezing more lube out on his hand to slick the condom up.

“You’re such a needy whore, Byun,” Chanyeol simpers, holding his cock at the base and dragging the head between Baekhyun’s cheeks. He teases, lingering at Baekhyun’s entrance and rubbing the slick tip across the hole, and it’s with every second that Baekhyun clenches his fists tighter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, just fuck me,” Baekhyun can’t help but beg, and then he feels the rubbery head press against his hole and he gasps out. Chanyeol slowly pushes in, his own breath quickening as the warmth envelopes his cock. He never expected Baekhyun to be this tight, and he pauses for a second because Baekhyun is just so unbelievably snug around his dick. He keeps himself steady on his knees, one hand coming up to grip Baekhyun’s hip as he continues to push in to the hilt.

“Shit, you’re—big,” Baekhyun gasps out. He can feel every inch, every centimetre, and he’s loud, not caring enough to muffle any of his whimpers. Chanyeol, both fortunately and regrettably, feels so damn good. Baekhyun can say he’s honestly never felt so full, so stretched and incredibly full, and it’s a mantra of profanities that spill from his mouth as Chanyeol finally bottoms out.

Their first time is anything but slow and sweet.

Chanyeol doesn’t wait long at all, spurred on by how much Baekhyun wants his cock, and how amazing he feels, and he pulls back to thrust in with increasing force as he starts to pound into him, rough and hard.

“Shit, shit, oh God,” Baekhyun cries, hands coming up to grip at the headboard as Chanyeol’s fingers dig harder into his hips as leverage to speed up his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re tight, Byun.”

“Just—fuck—harder, harder!” Baekhyun rolls his hips back, dropping his head down and clenching his eyes shut.

“God, you’re fucking tight,” Chanyeol repeats, jackhammering into Baekhyun as he breathily exhales. He’s got a fist around his cock and he’s jacking himself off in pace with Chanyeol’s pistoning. It’s the very opposite of gentle as they fill the room with slaps of skin and gasping moans.

Baekhyun comes without warning, spurts of come landing on his hand and bedspread as his arms weaken. He lets his body drop to the mattress as Chanyeol fucks into him, hard and unforgiving, and Baekhyun shifts up the bed with every forceful thrust. Chanyeol doesn’t take too long after to release into the condom, continuing to fuck Baekhyun through the orgasm as the elder weakly whimpers at the feel of his cock stretching him out.

Baekhyun’s too much of in a daze to follow Chanyeol’s movements, his eyes fluttering closed as Chanyeol tugs off the condom and throws it in the trashcan. He feels the bed dip, turning his head to see Chanyeol on his back, chest rising noticeably, hair matted with sweat to his forehead.

He’s feeling so tired, so fucked out and exhausted to fully absorb the fact he just bedded Park Chanyeol, and feel any regret. He doesn’t know if it’s the length of his abstinence that’s fooling him, but Baekhyun can’t help but feel inclined to agree with those rumours of Chanyeol being fucking great in bed.

What just happened, that was beyond great.

Chanyeol shifts on the bed, turning on his side to face Baekhyun’s back, “You know, those moaning sounds you make are cute, Byun.”

Baekhyun’s face heats up uncontrollably, “Shut the fuck up.”

Baekhyun wakes up feeling like a jackhammer drilled ten feet into his ass, with dried come on his stomach. The other side of the bed is empty, sheets messed and pillow indented, and Baekhyun struggles to sit up. It takes him a minute to realize why his ass feels so split in half, before he hears the tap running and he spins his head. The bathroom door opens a second later to reveal Chanyeol, stumbling into the bedroom half dressed (bottom half, of course), hand fluffing the back of his head.

“Hey Byun,” Chanyeol greets, grin on his face.

And then Baekhyun’s wide awake.

“Park? Park?” Baekhyun all but screeches, grabbing at the sheets to cover himself up. The morning regret is hitting him hard, and despite the feeling of satisfaction that’s currently lying in his gut, his head is telling him how oh so wrong this is.

“I don’t know what you’re so shy about,” Chanyeol chuckles at Baekhyun’s extremely frazzled display; the elder shuffles up the bed with every step that Chanyeol takes forward, back hitting the headboard when Chanyeol places a knee on the edge of the mattress, leaning forward, “I saw everything last night.”

Baekhyun shuts his eyes, knees drawn up to his chest as he replies, “Shut up, Park.”

“That’s definitely not what you were begging me to do last night,” he grins, and Baekhyun opens an eye, arm already raised to whack him on the shoulder. Chanyeol’s hand shoots out to grip his wrist before he can, and Baekhyun looks up to meet the sly smirk on his face.

Before he knows it, Baekhyun is being pulled down the bed, Chanyeol holding him down as he straddles his hips, “Or do you need a reminder?”

“Three times?” Lu Han’s eyes blow wide, and Baekhyun glumly nods. “How did that even happen?”

“It might have been two rounds of morning sex,” he mumbles into his food, and Jongdae chokes on his drink, his chorus of laughter following suit when he’s coughed it all out.

“Oh my God,” Jongdae chortles, “Didn’t his dick rip your ass to pieces?”

“No,” Baekhyun mutters, before his hand subconsciously reaches down to rub at his behind.

Jongdae’s laughter abruptly stops when Baekhyun’s foot meets his crotch.

Baekhyun takes care not to run into Chanyeol, peeking around corners and coming into lectures as late as possible to avoid any actual conversation. It’s not that he’s embarrassed by their one—three—night stand, but having to deal with Chanyeol’s smugness about it is enough of a headache.

He’s waiting for the halls to empty, back placed firmly against the wall, when a deep voice sounds right next to his ear and Baekhyun jumps, holding up his textbook like a shield as he turns to face Chanyeol.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“Jesus, Park,” Baekhyun places a hand over his chest, calming his breathing as he lowers his arm, “I’m not avoiding you,” he denies unsuccessfully.

“Then explain why you’ve been running the opposite direction every time you see me.”

“I just… need to go to the bathroom… a lot?”

“That would be a good explanation,” Chanyeol pretends to think, fingers stroking his chin, “if it weren’t for that cute blush that’s always on your face when you scurry away.” He chuckles, hands dug in pockets as he bends over, head tilted.

“Fuck off,” Baekhyun shoots him a look, about to add on more profanities, only to be cut off by Chanyeol and his smarmy grin.

“Care to go for a round?”

Baekhyun ends up in a bathroom stall, legs wrapped around Chanyeol’s waist as the younger pistons into him, hips snapping up. They aren't at all quiet, Chanyeol gasping out how tight Baekhyun’s ass is as the latter whines, ass clenching hotly around Chanyeol’s dick as he stretches around the girth of his cock.

It’s after the condom is in the garbage and their pants are zipped back up that a familiar thought presents itself to Baekhyun again, and he finds his tongue to voice it out.

“Park,” Baekhyun begins, and Chanyeol pauses to look at him, jacket half on, “I have a proposal.”

[Be there in twenty]

Baekhyun reads over the message once more before pressing [Send] and locking his phone. He grabs his keys off the kitchen counter and heads out the door, taking the stairs two at a time.

He gets to Chanyeol’s apartment block early, but it’s no big deal, and before Baekhyun can talk himself into waiting those extra few minutes, he rings the doorbell, the ugly buzz an alarming sound cutting through the autumn air.

The latch releases and Baekhyun pulls on the handle, taking a deep breath as he makes his way through the halls. The knock on Chanyeol’s door is loud, and Baekhyun teases at his lower lip as he waits for it to open. He’s not impatient.

“Hey Byun,” Chanyeol greets, wiggling his eyebrows as Baekhyun rolls his eyes, stepping into the apartment.

“Let’s just get this over with, Park,” Baekhyun says, unwrapping his scarf as quickly as he can before he curls a fist into Chanyeol’s shirt, pulling him down to crush their lips together.

They kiss hot and messily, and Chanyeol’s hands easily come to rest on the curve of Baekhyun’s ass, lifting him up so he can wrap his legs around his waist. Baekhyun’s hands are running harshly through his hair as their lips mould together, tongues slipping into each other’s mouths. Somewhere between the shirt pulling and lip sucking, Baekhyun finds himself on the kitchen counter, Chanyeol’s hands on his crotch as he fumbles at his belt, unlatching it and unbuttoning his pants to tug them off.

Chanyeol takes him rough and quick against the cool granite, Baekhyun clawing at his back as his cock drills into him, stretching him open so very wide. Baekhyun’s low moans fill the room as Chanyeol grunts with every aimed thrust in, hand coming down to fist at Baekhyun’s shaft. Chanyeol ends up coming first, filling the condom as he speeds up his pace on Baekhyun’s dick. The elder releases all over his hand, a particularly loud curse signalling his orgasm as he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Hm, tasty,” Chanyeol comments, and Baekhyun opens an eye to see him lick at his come, immediately blushing a deep red.

“Fuck off,” Baekhyun says, all heat to his tone gone as he watches Chanyeol smirk and walk away, tugging the latex off to chuck in the trash.

Baekhyun wakes before Chanyeol this time, the ray of sunlight crawling through the gap in the curtains landing in a perfect stripe across his eyes. The clock reads seven in the morning, and Baekhyun slowly shifts to get out of bed. He’s hoping to leave before Chanyeol’s up, because he’d much rather do the Walk of Shame than stay any longer in his apartment. Lingering means a sense of attachment, and Baekhyun still thinks of Chanyeol as an enemy (just, an enemy with a great dick and amazing skills in bed).

He’s completely naked when he pads out to the kitchen, finding his clothes on the living room floor where Chanyeol threw them the night before, and quickly scoops them up to redress. His shoes are halfway on when he notices the pictures in the frames standing on the shelves, and his eyes automatically wander, gazing over the faces.

Baekhyun can easily recognize Chanyeol in a few, and he involuntarily lets out a little laugh at the goofy thirteen year old with birthday cake smeared on his face. There are a lot of photos, and Baekhyun forgets he has to leave until he hears Chanyeol’s sounds of restlessness coming from the other room. He slips his left shoe on and considers leaving a note but shakes the thought out of his head and shuts the door quietly behind him.

If Chanyeol cared at all for Baekhyun’s absence that morning, he doesn't mention it. They don’t talk about anything really, besides the occasional cocky remark from Chanyeol’s end, combatted with Baekhyun’s looks of disgust and eye rolling as he walks away.

And in the bedroom, it’s mainly just pleas of Baekhyun begging Chanyeol to fuck him harder, faster, deeper, and the latter answers with more forceful thrusts as he spreads Baekhyun open with his cock.

It’s not like they’re friends or anything; this is just a way for them to get their sexual frustration out. They’re still enemies; unofficially sworn and all. Crude as it may be, Chanyeol is but a humping post Baekhyun needs to, well, use, every once in a while.

Once in a while being every other day that Baekhyun’s fingers fly across his phone screen, his libido tapping out a message that he can’t help but send. Chanyeol always takes less than twenty minutes to get there, sweater halfway off and laces undone by the time he’s through the door and Baekhyun’s hands are clawing at his clothes, desperate to get them off as his limbs wrap around his lean body.

On some days where they’re too horny and hard, they end up fucking in the kitchen, Baekhyun bent over the counter as Chanyeol pounds into him from behind, or they do it rough and fast on the floor, carpet burns on their backs as Baekhyun bounces on Chanyeol’s cock. On their lazy days where they manage to make it to the living room, Baekhyun rides Chanyeol slow and deep, making sure he feels every inch of Chanyeol’s cock splitting him wide open as he rolls his hips back and sinks down low, all the way to the base. Sometimes they change it up and Baekhyun ends up being the one who’s rolling the condom on, pushing into Chanyeol because the younger wants to feel that burn, and Baekhyun likes the dominance that comes with Chanyeol being the one pleading for him to move faster.

It’s the times when Chanyeol’s hands are gripping onto Baekhyun’s cheeks, holding him up as he walks the two of them into the bedroom, placing him down gently on the bed and pressing kisses everywhere, which Baekhyun tries to avoid.

This isn’t about liking Chanyeol, or furthering their ‘friendship’. Baekhyun doesn’t have any plans to get to know him, figure out his likes and dislikes, find out his secrets.

This is just plain, pure, sex.

At least, that's what Baekhyun tells himself.

“Morning Byun.”

Baekhyun turns over, greeted with a face full of Chanyeol’s not-as-annoying-as-it-used-to-be grin, and he promptly groans, pulling the sheets up to bury himself under them. He can hear Chanyeol’s muffled laughter and pulls a face, trying to get back to sleep.

“We have Econ in thirty minutes, you know,” Chanyeol’s voice reminds him, and Baekhyun lets out another sound of disapproval as he tightens the makeshift mask around his head. He doesn’t move even when he feels Chanyeol lightly pull at the bottom of the sheets.

“Leave me the fuck alone,” Baekhyun whines, obviously not a morning person, and he’s falsely satisfied when he doesn’t hear any rustling. Then the blanket is ripped from his grip and Baekhyun shrieks, because the cold air of the room is a very stark contrast to the warmth of his bed.

“Get your ass out of bed, Byun,” Chanyeol chucks the now-bundled up roll of sheets next to Baekhyun, before climbing onto the mattress, straddling Baekhyun’s hips to stop his squirming, “And you really can’t afford to miss a lecture.”

Baekhyun glares up at him, the feel of Chanyeol’s jeans harsh against his skin. His boxers and shirt have both risen up, exposing expanses of milky skin that Chanyeol leans down to kiss, “Ugh, get off me, Park.”

“Will you wake up if I suck your cock?” Chanyeol cheekily asks, shuffling down to come face-to-well, dick, with Baekhyun’s crotch, “Don’t worry, I brushed my teeth already.”

Baekhyun blushes, giving a reluctant (he tells himself) nod. He tries to convince himself the bulge slowly forming isn’t because of Chanyeol’s face, or the mental image of how good his lips look around his dick. It’s just typical morning wood.

Chanyeol grins, licking over his lips as he pulls at the waistband of Baekhyun’s underwear.

They both end up sprinting to class, stealing the last of the available seats as they slide into the back row, clothes messily thrown on and hair dishevelled.

Baekhyun chews on his lettuce leaf, mind lost in thoughts of exams coming up at the end of the semester. The cafeteria is full so he’s seated outside, regretting the thought to forego a layer earlier that morning while dressing. He shivers, rubbing his gloved hands together as he picks at his salad. Lu Han is late and his dick is currently at a temperature of minus thirty degrees.

“Is that what you eat to maintain a waist that curvy?”

Baekhyun lets out a deep breath and turns to face Chanyeol, “What do you want, Park?” He asks, trying to convey a tone the very opposite of Actually Giving A Shit.

“Nothing much. Saw your cute little ass sitting out here in the fucking freezing cold, and thought I’d come warm up those cheeks of yours.” Chanyeol reaches out, taking a fold of Baekhyun’s skin in between his index finger and thumb and pinching. Baekhyun swats his hand away, turning away to stop his cheeks from actually blushing like they’re prone to do whenever Park Chanyeol is in the vicinity. They sit in a short silence for a while, before Chanyeol leans forward, trying to crane his head around to see Baekhyun’s face.

The elder looks at him with his peripherals, noticing the shift in movement, before quickly averting his gaze again, and Chanyeol laughs.

“You know, you’re a lot more attractive when you’re begging me to fuck you,” Chanyeol grins, and Baekhyun’s head whips around, eyes already narrowed in his best death glare (specially Reserved for Park Chanyeol).

“Park, you fuc—“

“Anyways I should go, Byun. As much as I’d love to indulge in your obsession in spending all your time with me, your friend is coming,” Chanyeol points at a figure in the distance who resembles Lu Han, and stands up, wiping any dirt off the back of his trousers. Baekhyun raises his hand to flip him off before he’s cut off, “You should let him know I’ve got a guy for him, if he’s interested.”Baekhyun’s mouth twists in confusion, “How did you know Lu Han’s gay?”

“Instinct?” He shrugs, before reaching up and removing his earmuffs. Baekhyun watches as he steps forward and places them on his own head, the fluffy inner side warming up his ears. He looks up, about to take them off, when Chanyeol simply says, “Keep them on. Your ears looked red,” as explanation, before walking off too quickly for Baekhyun to catch up.

Lu Han doesn’t bring up the fact that Baekhyun still hasn’t returned Chanyeol’s earmuffs a week later, choosing to continue wearing them rather than his own old pair Lu Han knows is gathering dust in the bottom drawer of his wardrobe.

“So are you guys fuck-buddies now or what?” Jongdae asks, stuffing his mouth with popcorn as he lies on Baekhyun’s couch, legs outstretched on his coffee table.

“Yeah, friends with benefits and all that crap?” Lu Han adds on, eyes concentrated on the television screen as he flicks through channels.

“Enemies, with benefits,” Baekhyun corrects, because he and Park Chanyeol are not friends. Not at all. He’s still an asshole, after all; teasing him to no end about his height, directing crude-as-ever comments his way, etcetera. The only change is that he’s an asshole whose cock Baekhyun (more than) occasionally sits on.

“You spend more time with him than us, Baek,” Jongdae jokes, popping another kernel into his mouth before his arm shoots out to pat Lu Han on the thigh, “Wait, wait, stop! Avengers is on!”

Baekhyun rolls his eyes at the lack of a proper attention span, getting up off the couch as he walks to the kitchen to grab another soda. He should shrug it off, but the notion pricks at him, nagging him to ask if the thought of how comfortable Chanyeol has become in his apartment in the span of three weeks should concern him.

He doesn’t realize just how ingrained Chanyeol has become in his life, things of his strewn all over his place. That isn’t Baekhyun’s blue transparent umbrella by the front door, or his Iron Man toothbrush next to the bathroom sink. And it’s not like Baekhyun hasn’t noticed the additional items in his apartment, but he’s merely shrugged it off. The majority of the time the two of them end up fucking at Baekhyun’s, and it’s inevitable that Chanyeol would accidentally leave some of his things behind. The toothbrush had been Baekhyun’s own suggestion anyways, after one particular round of morning sex that forced him to avoid every kiss Chanyeol tried to plant on his mouth.

He’s shaken out of his thoughts when by a buzz from his pocket, and Baekhyun fishes his phone out to look at the text.

[Mine at 8?]

“Baek, you’re missing Nick Fury!” Jongdae yells from the couch, and Baekhyun quickly types out a reply before grabbing his Fanta and joining his friends in the living room.

[Ok]

“You’re late, Byun,” is the first thing Chanyeol says when Baekhyun knocks on his door at nearly half past eight. He pulls him into a kiss, slamming him backwards into the shut door behind him as he pins his wrists above his head.

“I had other things to do,” Baekhyun says as though it were obvious, tilting his head back when Chanyeol starts to teeth at the expanse of his neck.

Chanyeol stops sucking at his skin to look at him, and Baekhyun would think he were serious if not for the playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “My dick missed you.”

“Stop being so fucking cheesy, Park,” Baekhyun rolls his eyes, curling a hand around the back of his neck to yank him into a kiss.

“You’re telling me you’d rather hang out with your friends than bounce on my cock?” Chanyeol asks, and Baekhyun reddens, choosing to shut him up with his tongue rather than answer the question.

He goes for an indirect reply, “I lost track of time, okay?” as he undoes Chanyeol’s belt, muttering, “I get here late and you can’t even take off your damn belt first.”

“I like it when you undress me though,” Chanyeol smirks, lifting Baekhyun’s chin up with his finger to press a soft kiss to his lips.

The heat returns to his cheeks, red and strong, and Baekhyun bows his head to stop Chanyeol’s gaze lingering on his face. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

Chanyeol grins again before he’s scooping Baekhyun up, throwing him over his shoulder with a loud screech as Baekhyun pounds weakly on his back, “Put me down Park!”

“Not yet, Byun,” Chanyeol teases, patting his ass lightly as he walks into the bedroom, and Baekhyun lets out another sound akin to a squeal when Chanyeol throws him on the bed, mouth upturned into a grin as Baekhyun settles on the mattress. He kneels forward, crawling over him to pull his shirt up so it bunches under his armpits.

“You really can’t blame me for thinking you were a girl, Byun,” Chanyeol says, pressing a kiss to Baekhyun’s bellybutton before licking over it, letting his tongue linger in the dip, “with a waist like yours, it’s not that hard of a mistake to make.” He winks, and Baekhyun rolls his eyes.

“I like you a lot better when your mouth is doing something useful,” he counters, sticking his legs in the air to tug his pants off, “like sucking me off.”

Chanyeol pretends to think, twisting his mouth to the side in a wry smile, “How about we try something new?” Baekhyun’s eyebrows furrow at the suggestion, not entirely sure where this is going, until Chanyeol’s flipping him over and he yelps at the feel of his large hands feeling so hot on the back of his thighs.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Baekhyun squeaks when Chanyeol spreads his cheeks, eyes blowing wide when he feels his lips track up and down his legs. It isn’t until Chanyeol noses around his rim that Baekhyun clenches a hand into the sheets, gasping at how foreign it all feels.

“Does this answer your question?” Chanyeol asks with a smile, and Baekhyun’s about to retort with another, “Shut the fuck up, Park,” when Chanyeol presses the flat of his tongue over Baekhyun’s entrance and the elder’s breath hitches, eyes shutting tight.

“Shit,” Baekhyun breathes out, practically clawing at the sheets beneath him as Chanyeol licks more fiercely at his hole. It’s after a few more minutes of Baekhyun’s whimpering that Chanyeol decides to experimentally poke his tongue in, and Baekhyun all but moans. Really fucking loudly.

They both discover that night, the pros of someone getting eaten out for the first time.

Baekhyun’s mewls do nothing but strain the bulge in Chanyeol’s pants further, his cock throbbing red as he starts to suck hard, letting Baekhyun rock back on his face as he tongue-fucks him.

Chanyeol honestly doesn’t know why they haven’t done this before, but it’s Really Fucking Hot. His hands come down to peel off his boxers, and he chucks them somewhere behind him before spreading his cheeks wider to get even more of his tongue in.

Baekhyun is harder than a rock and he hasn't been touched once, but he feels like he could come right then and there, pressing his hips back more because Chanyeol’s tongue feels so, so damn good, and he wants—no—he needs more.

“No one’s done this to you, have they?” Chanyeol sounds cocky as always, but for some reason it doesn’t bother Baekhyun.

“Please, f-fuck me,” Baekhyun whimpers out, using all his strength to straighten up and bring a hand back to yank Chanyeol up, pressing their lips together in a filthy kiss. His head is turned at such an uncomfortable angle, but Chanyeol’s hands are warm on his hips and his cock is rubbing in between his cheeks, Chanyeol subconsciously rutting forward.

Chanyeol groans, rolling off the bed to grab the condoms and lube on top of the nightstand before he tears open a wrapper and slips the latex on, slicking himself up as his fist works quickly up and down his cock. He makes sure the lube is warm on his finger before sliding a finger into Baekhyun, working him open as fast as possible. Chanyeol’s only got two fingers in him when Baekhyun growls out, “Fuck me now, Park,” and Chanyeol isn’t going to say no to that.

He flips Baekhyun onto his back, leaning down to suck at his bottom lip as he holds his left leg up, holding his cock at the base to push in. Baekhyun moans (as he always does), spreading his legs wider to accommodate Chanyeol in between. The younger drops to steady himself on his hands, fucking into Baekhyun without taking much time to let him adjust.

Baekhyun wraps his arms around Chanyeol’s neck, pulling him down to mesh their lips together. They remain like that, Chanyeol’s hips rolling expertly into him as Baekhyun wraps one of his legs around him, mouths attached and tongues entwined.

It’s as soon as Chanyeol’s fingers brush over Baekhyun’s cock does the elder come, releasing in strings as his mouth moves to form Chanyeol’s name. Chanyeol grits his teeth and shuts his eyes, quickening his pace as he pistons into him, whispers of fuck sounding in Baekhyun’s ear. Baekhyun turns his head, darting his tongue out to lick over the shell of Chanyeol’s ear, and that’s all it takes for Chanyeol to follow, releasing hard into the condom.

“Shit!” Chanyeol cries, pulling out completely sated as he rolls off the bed to throw the used rubber away.

Baekhyun giggles, covering his mouth with his palm at the look of surprise on Chanyeol’s face.

“You little fucker,” Chanyeol says, smirking as he jumps back on the bed and starts to assault Baekhyun with kisses.

“Ah, get off, Park!” Baekhyun screams, trying to shield himself to no avail as Chanyeol grabs onto his wrists to stop him from moving.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I won’t apologize for knowing your weak spots,” Baekhyun grins, craning his head up to tug on Chanyeol’s earlobe, and the younger’s grip loosens in shock. Baekhyun takes the chance to flip them over, straddling Chanyeol’s hips as he mimics their previous position, his own hands tightened around the other’s wrists. “Now that my ass is substantially sore, can we go to sleep?”

Chanyeol nods with a pout on his face, and Baekhyun laughs, rolling off him to curl up in the blanket.

“Night, Byun,” Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun pretends his heart doesn’t thump when Chanyeol’s arm comes to wrap around him.

Baekhyun awakes to the sound of a ringtone, and he groggily turns over, hand fumbling for the phone on the nightstand.

“Hngh?” Baekhyun answers, mind still disorientated.

“Chanyeol, are we still on for tonight~” A female’s voice comes over the line, and Baekhyun shakes himself out of his sleep-driven stupor.

“Wait, who is this?”

“Jungmi. Who are you?” Her tone comes off accusatory and confused, and Baekhyun hastily ends the call, taking one glance at the phone before realizing it isn’t his. He slowly puts it back in place, jumping nearly five feet in the air when it buzzes again and a text message flashes across the screen. Baekhyun averts his gaze as best as he can, slipping out of the bed and grabbing the first piece of clothing he sees off the floor. He knows Chanyeol’s in the kitchen, the telltale sound of sizzling crawling through the gap between the door and wall.

He shuffles out of the bedroom, walking into the kitchen with nerves at a high as he seats himself at the counter. The thought of Chanyeol sleeping with anyone else shouldn’t faze him the slightest; they’re not exclusive, but he’s bothered and he doesn’t know why.

“Morning babe,” Chanyeol smiles wide, and Baekhyun shifts back into character enough to give him his usual eye roll, grabbing the fork and knife off the table before cutting into the egg Chanyeol slides onto the plate. He stuffs his mouth on the first bite, chewing noisily as he thinks over the phone call. He isn’t being unexpectedly quiet, but Chanyeol’s eyebrows furrow slightly, “Hey Byun, you okay?”

Baekhyun nods automatically, swallowing with a large gulp as he licks over his lips, “Yeah, I’m fine.” He manages a quick smile that he always uses for Chanyeol’s benefit (because Baekhyun isn’t an asshole to him one hundred percent of the time), which doesn’t seem to appease the younger’s worries.

They’re both interrupted by the tinkling of a bell, and Baekhyun looks down to see a kitten rubbing itself against his feet, meowing as it looks up at him.

“Oh my gosh, you got a kitty!” Baekhyun exclaims, shuffling off the stool to crouch down. The kitten rubs its head into the curve of Baekhyun’s palm, and he giggles, petting its soft fur.

“Uh, yeah,” Chanyeol smiles, a hand coming up to scratch at the back of his head. “Hey, is this my shirt?” He pulls at the material, and Baekhyun looks down at the larger than normal shirt he’s got on.

“Oh right, sorry. I just picked up the first thing I saw.”

Chanyeol shakes his head, about to reply, “No it’s okay, keep it,” but then Baekhyun’s opening his mouth again.

“Have you always had a cat?” He asks, eyes never straying from the kitten as he strokes under its chin. They don’t fuck as often at Chanyeol’s place, so Baekhyun’s never really taken the time to wander around it, but he’s sure he would have noticed a cat before.

“Nope, she’s a stray – found her on the fire escape actually a few days ago.”

Baekhyun’s heart swells again, and not for the first time do the corners of his mouth turn up at how much Chanyeol can surprise him. It’s not like he believed Chanyeol was a complete asshole with disregard for anyone else’s feelings (okay, Baekhyun admits, he might, might have thought that previously, in the past) but the idea of Chanyeol taking in a stray does something to twist at his heart, stretching it out and curling it up all at the same time.

Baekhyun’s falling, and he doesn’t even know it.

“What’s her name?”

“Haven’t thought of one yet,” Chanyeol muses, “so I just call her Penguin.”

“Penguin?” Baekhyun laughs, tilting his head as he gazes at the kitten.

“Yeah, because she’s black and white,” Chanyeol sits himself down, legs outstretched as he drapes his fingers across the kitten’s eyes, laughing softly when she goes on her hind legs to grab at his hand.

“I think Panda suits her more. You know, because the black spots are sort of over her eyes,” Baekhyun sticks a finger out, drawing two circles in the air to point them out. The kitten’s attention drifts back to Baekhyun as she leaps into his lap, pawing at his chest, and Chanyeol’s gaze lingers a little too long on how Baekhyun’s eyes light up to reply straightaway.

“Baekhyun? Baekhyun!” Jongdae snaps his fingers in front of the elder’s face, trying to shake him out of whatever stupor he’s in.

“Wha-what?” Baekhyun blinks, waving Jongdae’s hand away as he tries to orientate himself. He’s drifted off again, this time in the middle of takeout dinner, and it’s not the usual couple-of-seconds thought that’s stolen his attention. He’s practically missed their entire conversation. The phone call was a few days but it’s still worrying him. His conversation with Chanyeol has remained silent on both ends, and Baekhyun isn’t brave enough to ask for some stress-relieving sex at the moment. He’s too on end, high-wired and nerves frazzled at the thought of Chanyeol in bed with someone else, both their limbs entangled and caught up in one another.

“Do you want to come out with us tomorrow? Jongdae wants to check out this new club on the other side of town,” Lu Han asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Or do you already have plans with Chanyeol’s dick?”

Baekhyun chooses to flip him off before grabbing hold of his box and chopsticks and sifting through the noodles for the meat, “Yeah sure, I’ll come with.”

Baekhyun finds himself wishing he actually had made a prior booty call with Chanyeol, even if he had to face Lu Han and Jongdae’s teasing. The club scene isn’t his thing anymore, and he’s finding it hard to actually talk, let alone move around. There are people everywhere, bodies gyrating and sweat on every patch of their skin.

It’s all just unhygienic in Baekhyun’s eyes.

Disgruntledly, he worms his way through the crowd, finding Jongdae sipping a beer at the bar.

“Where’s Lu Han?” Baekhyun all but shouts, and Jongdae has to lean in to hear him properly. He shrugs, and Baekhyun sees him mouth somewhere. Very helpful. “Alright then, I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

Jongdae nods distractedly, attention more focused on the guy a couple of seats down. He sends him a wink, and Baekhyun shakes his head. Typical. He gives Jongdae an encouraging pat on the back before he’s taking a deep breath, readying himself to push through the mass, the need to vacate his bladder increasing steadily.

The toilets aren’t as congested as he thinks, and Baekhyun gets back to the bar with no serious damage (drink spillage or otherwise) done to his clothes. He orders himself a drink to bide the time, downing it (and its two successors) pretty rapidly. He just wants to forget about exams, forget he ever picked up Chanyeol’s phone so he wouldn’t have to know about his other hook-ups.

The alcohol doesn’t take much time to kick in, and soon Baekhyun is on the dance floor, Lu Han and Jongdae forgotten as he grinds up against some stranger. It’s rare when either Lu Han or Jongdae aren’t there to keep tabs on him, because Baekhyun is definitely not the poster child for Handling One’s Liquor. He can feel warm hands on his hips and a pair of lips pressed to the side of his neck, tracking open-mouthed kisses across his skin.

Baekhyun isn’t concentrating, isn’t thinking about anything but the feel of this guy around him, and he cranes his head back, reaching up an arm to pull the stranger down. Their lips meet, his tongue already out and licking into Baekhyun’s mouth, and the latter can’t help but reciprocate, beginning to rotate his hips again as they move to the music, lips locked and limbs tangled.

But Baekhyun wants more.

The male seems to get the hint, sliding a hand down to cup over Baekhyun’s crotch, and Baekhyun drops his head back, breath hitching.

“Shall we take this somewhere else?” the husky voice rings clear in his ears, and Baekhyun’s about to nod when someone else is answering for him, except he knows this voice, very well, and they’re saying the exact opposite.

“How about you keep your hands off him?”

Baekhyun doesn’t even have time to glance back at the confused and irritated look on the male’s face before Chanyeol’s yanking him away to a somewhat open spot further in the club.

“Park?” Baekhyun quizzically tilts his head, “What are you doing here?”

“Byun, are you drunk?” Chanyeol bends down to eye level, hands gripping onto his shoulders.

Baekhyun pouts, shaking his head, “No! I’m happy.”

“You’re fucking dru—“

Baekhyun doesn’t care much for Chanyeol’s talk, choosing to occupy his mouth another way by pulling him down into a kiss. He’s forgotten about the phone call, the female’s voice, everything. The only thing that matters is feeling Chanyeol against him, because he’s craving sex and Chanyeol is the one he knows who can fill that need. Chanyeol’s words get muffled and Baekhyun grins, deepening the kiss as he opens his mouth more to lick over Chanyeol’s teeth.

“W-wait, Baek, stop,” Chanyeol pulls away, but Baekhyun doesn’t listen, choosing to spin around, pressing his back to Chanyeol’s front as he starts to move.

“I want to dance,” Baekhyun states, grabbing onto Chanyeol’s hands to move them to his hips. “Don’t you want to dance with me, Park?”

“Byun, stop—“

“Are you going to fuck me, Park?” Baekhyun giggles, swaying his hips against Chanyeol’s.

“Byun, what are you—fuck.” Chanyeol grits his teeth. Baekhyun is pushing back against his crotch, his ass feeling so round and perfect against his hardening dick, and he can’t help the flow of blood rushing down to his cock.

“Am I turning you on?” Baekhyun asks, fluttering his eyelashes as he looks back at him with a smirk, and Chanyeol has to swallow hard.

“Fucking damn it,” Chanyeol mutters under his breath, before he’s grabbing Baekhyun’s hand that’s wandering down to the forming tent in his pants, tightening his grip around his wrist. “I didn’t want to do this.”

Chanyeol pulls him further into the thronging crowd, and Baekhyun lets himself be tugged along, music ringing loud in his ears as the lights of the club flash by him, his sight blurring into a mass of colours and sounds.

The next thing he knows, he’s being slammed into the wall of the bathroom, Chanyeol flicking the lock of the door shut despite the hammering and cries of, “Hey fucker! Open the damn door!” from a couple of males outside. He’s too busy sucking the very breath out of Baekhyun before pushing the elder to his knees, hastily unbuttoning his pants to take out his cock.

It’s red and already leaking, a pearl of precome at the tip, and he drags the head across Baekhyun’s cheek.

“Fuck, you want this, don’t you?” Chanyeol asks, the sight of Baekhyun’s mouth practically watering for his cock already enough to make his dick stiffen even more. His tone is harsh, and he doesn’t waste any time shoving his dick into Baekhyun’s open mouth.

The elder takes it very appreciatively, sucking with enough enthusiasm to almost deep throat him.

“Fuck, you look like such a whore for me right now,” Chanyeol breathes, his hand brushing stray hairs off Baekhyun’s forehead as he encourages him forward, “such a needy whore.”

If anything, Chanyeol’s words spur Baekhyun on, and he hollows his cheeks, going all the way down so his nose brushes against the small patch of hair at the base. He likes the way his lips stretch, the slick feel of Chanyeol sliding into his mouth as he starts to slowly thrust in.

It’s an unspoken question that lies between them when Baekhyun looks up and their eyes meet, Chanyeol’s eyebrow raised as if to ask if he’s sure. Baekhyun slightly nods, and Chanyeol starts to rock his hips more, letting his cock brush harder against the back of the elder’s throat.

Chanyeol works up his pace; holding Baekhyun’s head steady as he snaps his hips forward, the bathroom filling with the sounds of Baekhyun choking. There are tears in the corners of his eyes, and his grip tightens on the back of Chanyeol’s thighs, signs that he wants it more, faster and harder.

“Your mouth is so pretty, so pretty to be fucked,” Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun feels so hard and strained in his pants, trying to grind down against the floor for friction of some sort. “Look at you, being such a cockslut. I bet you wanted that guy’s dick too, didn’t you?” Chanyeol grits out, and he yanks Baekhyun by his hair, pulling him off as the elder starts to cough.

Baekhyun gets pulled up to his feet and spun around quickly, cheek pressed up against the cold tile as Chanyeol wrenches at his pants, nearly tearing them off in effort to get to Baekhyun’s bare ass.

“You’re a fucking slut,” is whispered in Baekhyun’s ear, and he mewls at the words, how something like this wouldn't normally turn him on, but right now, somehow because it’s Chanyeol, and Chanyeol’s voice talking dirty to him, he’s harder than ever. He desperately wants to touch himself, but Chanyeol is keeping him from humping at the wall with forceful hands on either side of his hips.

“No, you’re not going to come, not until I say so,” Chanyeol says against his ear, pressing up against him so Baekhyun can feel every inch of him. “Did you think I liked seeing you with that guy?” Chanyeol growls, hand tightening around the back of Baekhyun’s neck, and Baekhyun claws at the wall, pushing his ass back against Chanyeol’s bare cock as he silently begs to be filled.

He needs to be fucked and filled deep, needs Chanyeol to take him right then and there. He can already hear him rolling the latex on and he lets out a breathy sigh of relief, waiting for the younger’s fingers to familiarly slip into him to open him up wide and nice.

Baekhyun is impatient, rocking back on Chanyeol’s hand as he works two slick digits into him, sliding them past Baekhyun’s rim as he tries to get at that spot inside him, press up against his prostate and make him whimper.

There’s a different type of satisfaction that comes with hearing how much he can unravel Baekhyun. It’s a side to him no one else sees, and Chanyeol loves how he can turn him into such a wanton mess of begs and pleads.

It was the sight of him in the stranger’s arms that switched something inside of Chanyeol on, a green devil pushing at him to take Baekhyun, scoop him up and keep him from the world. Chanyeol’s never known jealousy like this, to claw at him and take over, to make possession the only thing on his mind. But right now, Baekhyun is fucking himself down on his cock so nicely, and the only thought that flickers through his brain is that Baekhyun is his.

Chanyeol comes ridiculously quick this time, Baekhyun squeezing every drop of come out of him as he spreads his ass so wide for him.

Chanyeol’s craving more of Baekhyun, and it’s not just for the sounds he makes.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Baekhyun huffs, frowning at the textbook. He’s read the same passage over three times in a row and still the words remain completely foreign to his eyes. It’s all just a mix of lettering that his brain won’t intake.

“Byun, you called me over an hour ago,” Chanyeol complains from his position on the bed, lying on his back as he waits for Baekhyun to finish studying up the chapter.

“Shut up, Park, this is hard.”

“Not as hard as I am,” Chanyeol replies, his tone going for exhaustion but it’s only when Baekhyun looks over does he wink, and the latter groans at his attempt at being comical.

“I need to finish this page first otherwise I’ll never get it done,” Baekhyun explains, turning his head back to bury himself back in the book.

Chanyeol laments, “But my dick aches for you,” before he rolls off the bed and walks over to Baekhyun’s desk. “Now come be a good boy and sit on my cock before I die of genital pain.”

Baekhyun shoots out an arm to whack Chanyeol in his crotch for his crudeness, only to get stopped midway as Chanyeol tugs him out of his chair, scooping him up as he makes his way to the bed, Baekhyun flailing in his arms.

“What the fuck, Park? Stop it! I need to study—“

“You need to shut up, so we can fuck, which is exactly what you called me over for ten years ago,” Chanyeol states, and Baekhyun is still struggling to get out of his grip as he wriggles on the bed.

“I thought I would be done by then,” Baekhyun grits out, trying to will away the arousal that’s growing with every kiss and nip Chanyeol is marking on his skin.

“You miscalculated,” Chanyeol murmurs against the plane of his stomach, running his nose lightly over the bulge in Baekhyun’s briefs as he starts to mouth at the fabric.

Baekhyun arches his back when Chanyeol starts to suck at the head of his dick, making a show of licking up the precome, and Baekhyun swallows hard at the sight of Chanyeol tasting him.

“So what do you say?” Chanyeol asks, wearing his cocky grin proud as he shuffles up to hover over Baekhyun’s face, and he can see that Chanyeol already knows he’s won.

Baekhyun lets out an exasperated sigh and curls a hand around the nape of his neck, “Just shut up and fuck me.”

When Baekhyun wakes up in the morning, Chanyeol’s already left, his side of the bed messily made. Baekhyun gets out of the bed feeling like a tiny raincloud is over his head, and he shakes away the surprisingly sad mood that comes with the thought that Chanyeol didn’t stay.

He doesn’t get back to his books until midday, slumping into his seat with such a lack of enthusiasm. On his desk stands a bottle of chocolate milk Baekhyun definitely did not buy, and Baekhyun’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he picks it up, reading the sticky note underneath.

Study well! is scribbled in Chanyeol’s crap handwriting, along with a winking face, and the corners of Baekhyun’s mouth twist up as he uncaps the bottle and brings it to his lips.

The drink tastes like shit, and Baekhyun nearly coughs it all out, but it’s the gesture that keeps him smiling for the rest of the afternoon, eyes constantly straying to Chanyeol’s sticky note he’s tacked up on his pinboard.

“Byun!”

Baekhyun turns his head at the sound, frowning automatically when his eyes land on Chanyeol. He ignores him, about to walk away, when there’s another loud whisper of his name and his gaze flickers over to the angry librarian who looks about two seconds away from whacking Chanyeol over the head with a book if he so even breathes.

He grits his teeth and spins around, stalking towards Chanyeol for the mere purpose of shutting him up.

“What do you want, Park?”

“You looked like you were trying to find an empty table,” Chanyeol grins, “so do you want to study with me?” He pulls out the chair beside him, patting the seat. Baekhyun huffs and takes another quick look around the library. Unless he wanted to risk the chance of contracting the common cold from Sneezerson five tables away, Baekhyun’s other choice would be going home.

Or, as Chanyeol had offered, sitting as his table.

He chooses to sit across from him instead, and Chanyeol pouts at his rejection of his earlier proffered seat. Baekhyun averts his eyes and opens his textbook, choosing to block his view of Chanyeol’s face by standing the book up, and Chanyeol laughs, going back to scribbling in his notebook.

They sit in silence, Chanyeol muttering numbers to himself as he works on coursework, and Baekhyun concentrates on studying for his midterm. Chanyeol doesn’t make any cocky remarks, but it’s the sly smirks that he occasionally throws his way that brings back the thought of the phone call. He hasn’t brought it up, and he doesn’t know if Chanyeol even knows if he answered, considering that Jungmi or whoever could have easily told him.

Baekhyun knows he’s ridiculous for still thinking about it, despite how long ago it was.

It’s a shock when the chairs on either side of Chanyeol are pulled out and Baekhyun watches as two male seat themselves down, dumping their own bags and textbooks on the table with a thunk.

“When did you get here?” The dark haired one says to Chanyeol, ruffling through his backpack for some papers he pulls out all crumpled.

“An hour ago,” Chanyeol says, eyes narrowed, “the same time you assholes were supposed to get here.”

“We got distracted gaming,” the blond explains like it excuses their tardiness, and Chanyeol just rolls his eyes.

“This is Baekhyun,” Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun’s eyebrows raise slightly in surprise. It’s the first time he’s heard Chanyeol say his actual name, and while it’s strange to hear, the way it rolls off his tongue is definitely something Baekhyun can get used to.

“Oh, Byun Baekhyun?” The brunet asks with a slight smirk, about to say something more before Chanyeol’s digging an elbow into his side and mouthing something to him that Baekhyun can’t make out.

Their names turn out to be Jongin and Zitao, and Baekhyun doesn’t end up getting as much studying as he hoped when he got to the library. He gets roped in along with their plans to dinner, not that Baekhyun can ever really turn down food when his stomach is grumbling and Jongin is talking about pizza.

He isn’t planning on talking to them about Chanyeol at all, but the opportunity presents itself when Chanyeol leaves to the bathroom, and Baekhyun isn’t the one to instigate it.

“So, Baekhyun,” Jongin begins, “how are you and Chanyeol?”

“M-me and Park? Me and Park aren’t anything,” Baekhyun stutters, a little taken aback by the bluntness of which they’re jumping into questioning him a few hours after they just met.

“So he doesn’t ditch us to booty call with you?” Zitao winks, and Baekhyun can feel the blush spread like fire across his cheeks.

“It’s not always with me…” Baekhyun says, because there’s no point denying their hook-ups.

Jongin and Zitao share a look, “No, it’s always you,” and the latter laughs at the look on Baekhyun’s face.

“Wait, what? Doesn’t Park… still sleep around? I mean, it’s Park.”

Jongin shrugs, eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion, “Chanyeol hasn’t slept with anyone since you guys started your, whatever.”

“Seems like your sex drive is enough to satisfy him,” Zitao jokes, and Baekhyun cracks a tiny smile. He’s at a loss for words, but then Chanyeol returns and their conversation ends as quickly as it began.

“Did you know,” Baekhyun slowly says as he walks towards the bus stop, “that tonight was the first time you called me Baekhyun?”

Chanyeol stops, hands in his pockets, “No way.” Baekhyun nods, laughing a little as he balances himself, stepping one foot in front of the other along the crack in the pavement.

“Maybe it’s because you always call me Park.”

“Because you’re an arrogant shit,” Baekhyun jokes, looking up at Chanyeol with a grin, “who called me Byun first. So it’s only right I say Park.”

“What if I start calling you Baekhyun?” Chanyeol asks, sitting down on the cold metal seat at the bus stop, and there’s that tingle that runs through Baekhyun again. The younger’s gaze is anything but teasing, and Baekhyun has to quickly look away.

“It’s not going to stop me from calling you Park,” he shrugs, building up the façade so Chanyeol doesn’t notice the slight smile on his lips. Chanyeol’s bus pulls up right at that moment, ending their conversation as he makes to get on, until he sees Baekhyun step ahead of him and board as well. He tilts his head; about to ask why Baekhyun is taking the bus that doesn’t even drive close to where he lives, when the elder turns back, pausing when he sees Chanyeol isn’t following.

“Aren’t I coming home with you?”

Chanyeol licks at Baekhyun’s collarbone, tongue running over the mark he made just seconds before. Baekhyun is a whining mess underneath him, hips rutting up automatically to grind against Chanyeol’s own bare cock. They’re both undressed, Chanyeol’s hands dwarfing Baekhyun’s as their fingers clasp together above the latter’s head.

Chanyeol takes Baekhyun’s nipple into his mouth, teething at the bud as his hand comes down to wrap around Baekhyun’s cock. He starts to slowly jerk him off, letting his thumb rub at the slit, and Baekhyun gasps, shutting his eyes as his nails dig into Chanyeol’s bicep.

His grip loosens when Chanyeol shuffles down, and then there’s nothing, no sound, and no touch. It’s that very silence that forces Baekhyun to slowly open one eye, and the look on Chanyeol’s face is a very unexpected sight.

There’s no smirk, no trademark grin, no gleaming twinkle in his eyes. He looks… careful. Like Baekhyun’s three seconds from breaking.

If Baekhyun wasn’t one hundred and fifty five percent turned on, his dick would probably revert into its flaccidity with the mood-killer that is Park Chanyeol’s gaze. Then his eyes flicker up and meet Baekhyun’s own, and Baekhyun has never felt so shy and timid during sex before. For some reason it makes everything much more intimate, and Baekhyun doesn’t know how to explain the lump in his throat that’s forming. He’s torn between the urge to slap Chanyeol on the side of the head and just tell him to suck his dick, or letting him continue to stare at him like he’s a piece of glass that will shatter if touched.

But then the moment ends as swiftly as it comes, and Chanyeol bows his head, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock. Baekhyun lets out another little whimper, nearly tearing into the sheets as the heat of Chanyeol’s mouth encompasses the rest of his cock. He takes him in one go, no teasing or characteristic remark.

It’s all too much, too warm and hot on him, and Baekhyun can’t contain it like he usually can.

“C-Chanyeol, I’m c-coming,” Baekhyun manages to get out, before his back arches and he’s releasing into Chanyeol’s mouth, and the younger swallows it all down. His heart is thudding loud at the sound of his name being spoken from Baekhyun’s lips.

They cut the foreplay short after, because Baekhyun is begging Chanyeol to please, please put his cock in him, and for a reason Baekhyun can’t fathom, the latter isn’t in the mood to tease. His fingers are slicked up shortly, and he works Baekhyun open quickly, letting the moans from the elder fill the room as Chanyeol’s cock stands erect. Chanyeol isn’t his usual self, cocky and arrogant and talkative.

His fingers find the condom and he tears the wrapper, about to roll it on, before Baekhyun is raising himself up on his elbows. “No, no condom,” Baekhyun breathes, eyes locked onto Chanyeol’s as he pushes the latex away.

Confusion immediately manifests on Chanyeol’s face, “Baek, are you sure?”

Baekhyun nods, and Chanyeol leans down to kiss him, lips so gentle on the elder’s. He makes sure his cock is lubed up enough, stopping for a moment before he pushes in. It’s new for him too, never having had sex without protection, but it’s the flit in his heart with Baekhyun’s affirmation that is driving him to do it.

He slowly presses the tip in past the rim, and Baekhyun’s breath hitches significantly, eyes squeezing as Chanyeol pushes further in.

He isn’t sure what made him say no, because this is Park Chanyeol, Known Player who’s probably fucked more people than Baekhyun has friends on Facebook (exaggeration as always, but when is Baekhyun ever not dramatic?), and three months ago, Baekhyun would have never considered this a prospect in any universe.

But it’s his reality right now, and for some reason, it doesn’t feel wrong.

They fuck slow and deep, mouths attached to fill the silences that fall in between every moan and grunt as Chanyeol thrusts in harder. Chanyeol pulls out before he comes, and wraps hands around the both of them, jerking them off until they release together, a mess of white come sprayed between them.

Chanyeol is the one who gets up to clean them up, wiping Baekhyun down before stealing another kiss, and Baekhyun falls asleep before he gets back to bed, warm and cozy in a bed that isn’t his own.

It’s in the middle of the early morning when Baekhyun wakes up, and the realization hits him extremely quick and full of regret. He doesn’t wait, slipping out of bed straightaway with great care to not wake Chanyeol. He dresses, making sure he doesn’t forget anything, taking one last glance at Chanyeol before shutting the bedroom door and padding into the living room.

And just like that, he leaves.

Three weeks go by.

Baekhyun had ended up skipping that first week of lectures, until Jongdae and Lu Han managed to knock some sense into him, and he reluctantly had dragged himself to university, making sure to steer clear of Chanyeol. The younger doesn’t show up to their few shared courses, and Baekhyun thinks himself lucky that Chanyeol’s probably just under the weather on the days he chooses to come in.

It isn’t that he doesn’t want to see him; it’s the opposite that’s driving him away.

Baekhyun isn’t supposed to want to see Chanyeol, and the very thought is scaring him. Park Chanyeol isn’t supposed to be someone Baekhyun can see any future with, so he doesn’t know why he keeps visualizing spending days wrapped in his arms, or hanging out together; he doesn’t care, so long as they’re together.

It’s become an attachment, and he wants—no—needs it to stop.

“He keeps calling you?”

Baekhyun nods glumly, shoving his phone to the side so Jongdae can take a look. The elder scrolls the list of missed calls, eyes widening at the number displayed to the side of Chanyeol’s name.

“Baekhyun, this isn’t healthy,” Lu Han says, hand coming to rest gently on top of his. “You should talk to him.”

“And tell him what? I ran away because it was getting too serious?”

Jongdae and Lu Han share a look before the latter merely shrugs and says, “Yeah.” Baekhyun rolls his eyes and leans his head back down on the tops of his knees. He hugs his legs close to his chest as he rocks himself back and forth slightly, “I hate Park.”

“I think the problem is that you love him,” Jongdae corrects, and Baekhyun snorts.

“I don’t love Park.”

“But you like him,” Lu Han adds in, and Baekhyun can’t find the words to disagree.

Yeah, I like him.

The phone call comes in the early afternoon, and Baekhyun takes a quick glance at the caller ID to double check it isn’t Chanyeol.

“Mom?” Baekhyun says warily, because it’s not like he isn’t glad to hear from his mother, but whenever they do talk it’s never by phone call, and his composure turns cautious.

“Baekhyun?” Her voice breaks, and Baekhyun’s immediately on edge, teeth biting down onto his bottom lip. “Baekhyun, I’m so sorry.” She’s crying and Baekhyun’s grip on the phone tightens.

“Mom? What’s wrong, what’s happening?” He can hear her sobs and he waits, his breath shortening with every inhale.

It seems like hours have passed when his mother finally speaks, her crying toned down slightly, and the words are quiet and cracked, but Baekhyun hears them as loud as ever.

“Your, your granddad…”

He doesn’t even need his mother to finish the rest of the sentence, composure crumbling as he manages to choke out a, “I have to go, mom,” before he’s ending the call, letting his phone fall to the floor as he yanks his front door open.

Baekhyun wanders around the city, not really sure where he’s going or what time it is. Night’s already fallen and he has no way to know just how late it is because his phone is back at the apartment. He’s stumbled into three bars on the way to nowhere, thankful he had his wallet on him for cash, and things are dizzy but somehow the cold air is heightening his would-be-lowered senses, and he doesn't feel as drunk as he should.

The alcohol should be numbing the pain, but there are still blades in his throat, slicing him up from the inside, and all he wants is to cry. He wants to feel something other than the uncontrollable pain that’s taking shelter in him, curling up and settling down like it belongs.

His grandfather’s health hadn’t been good recently, but Baekhyun always wanted, always believed that he would make it through.

He breaks into a jog, running past the park and making a sharp corner. His feet are leading him, and he lets them take him somewhere familiar, the trees passing by a blur as he sprints to somewhere he hasn’t been in a long time.

A loud knocking wakes Chanyeol up and he slips on a shirt before flicking on the living room lights, making his way groggily to the front door. The last person he expects to see is Baekhyun, and yet there he is, out of breath and extremely dishevelled, and Chanyeol is frozen, so shocked at what to do, so he lets Baekhyun step in and shut the door.

Hands are curled in the front of his shirt and he’s pulled down into a kiss, and Chanyeol can smell the alcohol inches before their lips even meet. Baekhyun’s hands are hastily fumbling at his clothes, and it’s when Baekhyun whispers into his mouth, “I need you,” do Chanyeol’s senses flick back on and he pushes him away, anger crossing his eyes automatically.

“Byun, what the fuck are you doing?” He spits out, willing himself to keep up his front even at the sight of teary-eyed Baekhyun.

“Park, come on,” Baekhyun tries to tease, but his voice sounds more like pleading, and Chanyeol catches the slight choke in his words. His resolve falters, and all at once his features soften when he sees a tear roll down his cheek.

“Baek, what’s wrong?” He takes a step towards him, and Baekhyun immediately brings a hand up to wipe at his cheeks.

“Nothing, I want to fuck,” he answers, hands reaching out to try and strip Chanyeol of his clothes. He doesn’t let him refuse, doesn’t want to hear him say no, sealing their lips with an open-mouthed kiss as he attempts to get his pants off.

Chanyeol pushes him away, “W-wait, seriously Baek,” as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “You can’t… you can’t do this. You can’t just leave me hanging, just up and leave with nothing, and expect me to still be here. I’m not some toy you can just use at will.”

Baekhyun’s pout morphs into something ugly, and he glares at Chanyeol, his grief transforming into anger as his voice rises, “You agreed—we both agreed on what this was, Park. Plain sex. No feelings; no strings attached. Don’t try and make me feel bad about how this isn’t going to be something more.”

“And what if I want more, Baek? What if I always wanted more?” Chanyeol says, and it’s not like he’s expecting an answer. “Don’t you know—can’t you see that I-I like you?” His sounds tired, defeated, almost, and he’s asking for something Baekhyun knows he can’t give.

So for the last time, Baekhyun turns and leaves, presenting his exit as a reply.

Jongdae and Lu Han come with to the funeral, standing beside Baekhyun dressed all in black as they watch the coffin get lowered into the ground. They’ve both known Baekhyun for a long time, Lu Han being there when Baekhyun’s grandmother passed away, and they know what he’s like.

He isn’t going to cry, because Baekhyun doesn’t show emotion like this. He displays grief in other ways, through anger or silence or false happiness.

Chanyeol doesn’t call or text anymore, and Baekhyun wants to tell himself it’s for the better things never moved forward. Despite everything that’s happened over the past few months, Baekhyun doesn’t want to believe he could be happier with him. Any of Chanyeol’s things he’s left at Baekhyun’s end up thrown in a box, blanket draped over it so Baekhyun’s eyes don’t drift over and he’s reminded. He’s left some of his own possessions at Chanyeol’s, and he’s come to terms he isn’t going to see his favourite scarf or Space Invaders snapback.

One day Baekhyun finally musters enough courage to go by his place, dropping the box off at his front door before he’s sprinting the opposite direction to make sure he doesn’t run into him.

Park Chanyeol is simply a bump in the road, and Baekhyun needs to drive on.

“Guys, I really don’t feel like going anywhere.”

“The only time you ever leave your room is for class, Baekhyun, come on,” Jongdae tugs on his arm, and Baekhyun reluctantly gets pulled along.

His exams ended a few days ago, but still he felt like staying at home, wrapped up in a blanket as the hours ticked by, his resolve to do something—anything—lost. Lu Han and Jongdae tried their best to celebrate, suggesting anything from a club night to staying at home and watching Harry Potter, but Baekhyun rejected them all, seeking comfort in his solitude.

It’s a miracle they’ve managed to drag him out today, but they both figure it’s been more than enough time. The two of them haven’t seen their best friend in literal weeks, almost closing in on a month.

“We’re almost there,” Lu Han tries to assuage Baekhyun, and his eyebrows raise when he sees a familiar hat on a very familiar head of hair with a familiar scarf wrapped around the person’s neck, and his first instinct is to run. He tries to book it, only to be grabbed by Jongdae and Lu Han, holding him back as they spin him around and literally drag him towards the bench.

“Oh hey, Byun,” Chanyeol tries to happily greet him, and it’s the first time Baekhyun has seen such nervousness on his face.

“Hi… Park.”

He doesn’t notice Jongdae or Lu Han slink away until the silence between the two of them has stretched into a good minute, and he turns his head to figure out where the hell his so-called friends went. Baekhyun makes a note to maim them later.

“Um, listen—“

“No, Chanyeol, let me talk first,” Baekhyun interrupts, missing the way something flickers in Chanyeol’s eyes at the mention of his name. “I’m sorry, for everything. Dropping your stuff off like that too, that was really shitty of me. But this thing, whatever it is between us, can’t h—“

“Baek,” Chanyeol cuts him off, grabbing his hand and Baekhyun’s wide eyes shoot up, “I want to say sorry. Lu Han and Jongdae told me about your grandfather, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I yelled at you, and wasn’t by your side.”

Baekhyun takes a deep breath, keeping quiet.

“But I want to say this now, and I need to: I like you. I actually like you a lot, you idiot. I have, for a while. Before we started this whole benefits thing, before the first we even slept together.”

“W-wait what?”

“Ever since I saw you in freshman year,” Chanyeol starts to explain, a little nervous laugh making its way past his lips, “I thought you were a girl, not going to lie.” Baekhyun’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t say anything, letting Chanyeol continue, “But then after figuring out you did have a dick, that still didn’t make me want you any less. I know I showed it in a really bad way, but I didn’t know how else to approach you.”

“And simply trying to start a normal conversation never crossed your mind?”

“I tried!” Chanyeol defends himself, “But whenever you saw me coming, you just flipped me off and wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise.”

Baekhyun bites down on his bottom lip, not denying it, “And at first, I thought I only wanted you for your ass, because seriously, Byun, finest ass this side of the continent—“

“Park,” Baekhyun warns, despite the blush rising to his cheeks.

“Right, right,” Chanyeol shakes his head, getting back to topic, “but I think the more I tried to get into your pants, the more I started to actually want you, just for you.” Chanyeol sticks his hand out, a familiar bottle of chocolate milk in his gloved hand as he bows his head down.

“So,” he takes a deep breath, “this is me telling you I like you. Properly. Laying down my cards and confessing.”

The sight of Chanyeol with Baekhyun’s hat on, and red and brown scarf wrapped around his neck should be amusing, but Baekhyun finds that he likes it, and the corner of his mouth twists as he tiptoes up to grab the snapback off his head.

He turns it over in his hand, mulling things in his mind, “But Park, we can’t happen. This,” he motions between the two of them, “is just, not something that can happen. We’re too different and—“

“Baekhyun, look at me,” Chanyeol lifts his chin up, placing the chocolate milk in his hand as he stares deep into his eyes. “You want this to happen. Just, let it.”

His voice is soft and gentle, and before he knows it, Chanyeol is leaning in and pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. Baekhyun knows Chanyeol is right, and it’s killing him because how could Park Chanyeol be the more mature one of the two and tell it to him straight. He doesn’t know what he wants to do, because the thought of Chanyeol and him together is still frightening and his gut is telling him to look the other way, but the answer comes when Chanyeol is about to pull away, and Baekhyun holds onto him, kissing harder as he tilts his head.

“Is this… are you saying yes to this?” Chanyeol asks breathily when they finally separate, and Baekhyun rolls his eyes as he watches his face break into a smile.

Baekhyun sighs, slightly nodding as he looks up with a similar smile, “Yeah, okay.”

Chanyeol grins, before he remembers Baekhyun’s scarf and quickly removes it, wrapping it tightly around Baekhyun’s own neck.

“C-can we?” He indicates at Baekhyun’s hand, and he rolls his eyes, giving in anyways as Chanyeol’s fingers come to clasp at his. They start to walk towards wherever Chanyeol is taking them, the silence between them comfortable until Chanyeol opens his mouth, “I knew you couldn’t resist my charm.”

Baekhyun whacks him in the stomach, handing him back the bottle, “By the way, this drink tastes absolutely shit.”

“Park! Penguin is pawing at the legs of your bed!” Baekhyun yells from the bedroom, and Chanyeol quickly runs in, big hands dwarfing the kitten as she creates more teeth marks in the wood.

“Shit. Bad Panda!” Chanyeol scolds, and Baekhyun’s mouth curls up into a smile.

“Panda? What happened to Penguin?” He walks on his knees to the edge of the bed, Chanyeol’s shirt ending just slightly past mid-thigh.

“Oh,” Chanyeol blushes, and Baekhyun looks shocked because Chanyeol is blushing. “I changed her name after your suggestion.” He scurries out of the room as soon as he finishes his sentence, Panda meowing in his hands as he puts her outside.

Baekhyun waits until Chanyeol’s back in the room, bedroom door closed, until he opens his mouth again, “And why is that?”

“I don’t know,” Chanyeol shrugs, “I liked the name better.”

“Are you sure?” Baekhyun grins, motioning for Chanyeol to come closer as he starts to unbutton his shirt. Chanyeol smirks, grabbing Baekhyun by the hips as he presses a kiss on the side of his neck.

“Maybe it was because then I could say you named her,” Chanyeol says against his skin, “so she could be, well, sort of ours.”

Baekhyun blushes, and Chanyeol makes sure to kiss every red spot away as he slowly starts to undress.

“You know, Byun,” Chanyeol begins, chest heaving post-sex as he stares hard into his eyes like he’s about to say something deathly serious. It figures that all that comes out is, “your ass is the best I’ve ever had.”

Baekhyun simply rolls his eyes.

“Shut the fuck up, Park.”

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