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exotic-dreamuses · 7 years ago

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Genre: fluff/smut

Pairing: Baekyeol

Rating: M

Warnings: Illegal activity, graphic smut, language, heavy alcohol consumption, badass Baekhyun, don’t blink or you’ll miss Kaisoo, innocent Chanyeol

Summary: “You live life through song lyrics and personal connections, he lives through cheap pickup lines and quick hookups in dusty old motel rooms.”

Word count: 13,698

All Chanyeol wanted to do was curl up and cram study. Jongin is a certified asshole.

Chanyeol had two exams that week plus a 12-page research paper due by Friday that he had barely started on. He knew for a fact that Jongin had a couple reports due as well, and a test in a class he was already failing on Thursday.

And yet here they were. 11pm on a Monday and instead of holing himself up in the library, Chanyeol had stupidly allowed Jongin to drag him out.

“For fuck’s sake, Chanyeol.” Jongin had grabbed him just outside their apartment as Chanyeol had been on his way back to campus to use the library’s endless book resources. “You have all week. Besides, didn’t you want to meet my boyfriend?”

Somehow Jongin had talked Chanyeol into a pair of his “edgy” ripped jeans and a green t-shirt. He threw his own leather jacket at the taller, and Chanyeol had pulled it on, complaining about his change in appearance. “Are we meeting your boyfriend at a club or something? What the fuck?” Jongin simply laughed at him, pulling out a bottle of hair gel. So what if he liked his oversized hoodies? Sue him.

And no, they definitely weren’t meeting Jongin’s boyfriend at a club. They were at a fucking street race.

“This shit is illegal, Jongin.” Chanyeol hissed as his no-longer-best-friend dragged him through the rows of cars. “We could be arrested. We could go to jail. I have a paper due in three days! My mom’s going to have a whole-ass heart attack. We can’t just—”

“Chanyeol, dude.” Jongin paused his movements and placed both his hands on Chanyeol’s shoulders. “Listen.” Chanyeol stopped looking around and focused on Jongin. “I’ve been coming here to meet Kyungsoo for months now, and we haven’t been busted by the cops yet.”

“Yet?”

Jongin rolled his eyes. “You’ll be fine. Now come on, I want to make out with Kyungsoo a bit before his race.”

“Gross.” Chanyeol scrunched his nose as Jongin threw an arm around his shoulders, leading him towards a small group gathered between two cars.

“Jongin!” A short guy, even by normal standards, shoved his way through the circle as Jongin and Chanyeol approached the group.

“Sorry we’re late—” Jongin was cut off as the guy threw himself at him, pulling him down into a kiss. Jongin responded immediately, holding who Chanyeol assumed to be his boyfriend closer, and Chanyeol cleared his throat and took an awkward sidestep.

He shifted from foot to foot as he looked the other direction, taking in the sights. Skimpily clad girls, guys wrapped in leather, and cars rigged up with toys worth more than the hunks of junk themselves.

Knowing Jongin’s original intention was to introduce him to the mysterious guy he’d been seeing, Chanyeol tried to stick around. He figured, though, after the boyfriend wrapped his legs around Jongin’s waist and Jongin backed him against one of the cars, that any and all original intentions were out the window.

Chanyeol decided to wander around the nearest car. It was some sort of sleek grey BMW something with dark red detailing. He looked down, eyeing the redone bumper and making his way around the back.

“They do that a lot.”

Chanyeol started and looked up to see a boy leaning suavely against the driver’s side of the car. The dark-haired boy couldn’t have been taller than Chanyeol’s shoulders, and he, like many others there, was wearing a pair of black ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and combat boots. His eyes were lined thickly, and his hair parted so some of it hung loosely over his forehead. Chanyeol couldn’t seem to look away from the long, slender fingers as they pulled a cigarette away from his pleasantly pink lips. He was mesmerized.

The lips released a puff of smoke, pouting beautifully and the boy flicked his hair out of his face, turning to look at Chanyeol. No—past him. Chanyeol turned to follow his line of sight and his eyes fell upon Jongin and his boyfriend, who was now sprawled on his back on the trunk of the car next to them.

The stranger chuckled.

“Kyungsoo hasn’t run a race without Jongin being here to, uh, wish him luck.” He let out another chuckle. “He was freaking out when he was running late, worried he wouldn’t get his pre-race ritual in. I honestly thought he was about to bust a nut.” Those fingers lifted the cigarette back up and the boy took another drawl of smoke. “I’d kill to see that. Or do it. I have to admit, I’m jealous.”

“Oh, are you?” Chanyeol leaned against the car, mimicking the mysterious boy’s position.

“Kyungsoo’s been getting plenty of dick, and according to him, it’s good. I could use a good lay.”

“Right,” Chanyeol answered carefully. “And, uh, you are—”

“Hot and ready for you, Mr. Empire State Building.” Chanyeol felt naked under the boy’s critical eyes, looking him up and down in an almost animalistic way.

“Come again?”

“Byun.” The kid tapped his cigarette on his fingers, watching as the burnt ash fell to the ground with a smirk. “Baekhyun.”

“I’m Chanyeol.”

“Ah, finally a devilishly handsome face to put with the mysterious name.”

Chanyeol furrowed his brows. “Am I supposed to mean something?”

Baekhyun leaned back against the car again. “Oh, the whole group’s heard all about Jongin’s tall, blubbering friend who’s never been seen outside the library, his room, or the music building.”

Chanyeol scoffed. “Nice to know my reputation precedes me.”

“So, Empire, what are you doing here,” he gestured to the rows of cars with his cigarette, “instead of shitting around on a piano?”

Chanyeol sighed. “Fucking Jongin.”

“That’s Kyungsoo’s job.”

Chanyeol shut his eyes. “Oh, god, I really did not want that image.”

“You could have the image of fucking me instead, if you want it.”

“Look kid. I appreciate the incentive and all, but I really don’t want to be here.” Chanyeol sighed, avoiding Baekhyun’s eyes. “I have two tests this week, and—”

“And I can be a great distraction.” Baekhyun didn’t stop staring, and Chanyeol could feel those eyes centered on his crotch.

He could also feel his dick twitching. No, stop it. Grandmas and dead puppies.

“Byun!” Both boys turned around. Kyungsoo was sitting up now, Jongin still between his legs. “We need to go.”

“Now?”

“Now.” He pushed Jongin away from where he had still been nipping at his boyfriend’s collarbones, and Kyungsoo adjusted his jacket so it was sitting properly on his shoulders.

Baekhyun sighed. “I’d love to continue this, Empire, but it seems I have a prior engagement.” He dropped the rest of his cigarette, stomping it out. “Would you be a darling and grab my keys for me? They’re in my front pocket.”

“No.” Chanyeol deadpanned.

Baekhyun chuckled, shoving his right hand into his pocket. “It was worth a try.”

“Was it?”

“You can’t blame me.” Baekhyun pulled open the door of his car. Across the lot, Kyungsoo mimicked his movement, Jongin walking up to the window and giving him one more good luck kiss.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun spoke again once his car had started, rolling down the window. “You’re hot. You turn me on, and if I wasn’t supposed to be on the track in two minutes we’d be back at my apartment right now. However, it seems my life is full of wasted potential and unfortunately timed hookups.”

“There’s still the rest of the night,” Chanyeol responded sarcastically, crossing his arms.

Baekhyun smirked, turning his eyes to the road as he shifted his car into the first gear. “I’m going to hold you to that, Empire.”

Both cars pulled out of the lot, joining the lineup and making their way towards the starting line, and Jongin wandered over to where Chanyeol was standing.

“I thought I was supposed to meet the boyfriend tonight,” Chanyeol commented, accepting the beer in Jongin’s outstretched hand. “All I saw was ass and lips.”

“Those are the important parts.” Jongin shrugged, taking a sip of his beer.

Chanyeol eyed him warily. “It’s a Monday, Jongin.”

“And?”

“We have class tomorrow. Don’t you have an 8am?”

“I’ll skip it. I usually do after races.” Jongin shrugged again, his eyes resting on the road where the cars had just disappeared.

“Staying the night with Kyungsoo?” Chanyeol took a large gulp of his beer.

“Someone’s jealous.” Jongin sang. Chanyeol could hear his smirk.

Chanyeol scoffed. “You wish.”

“No, I know. Not that you have to be, though, you have Byun now. He’s a hard one to pin down, it’s kind of a big deal that he was just full-on flirting with you.” Jongin took a drink of his beer. “Baekhyun isn’t one to try too hard, and the fact that he is when you act like you’re completely uninterested, even though I know otherwise, means that he’s probably really interested in you.”

“Or he just wants to fuck.” Chanyeol groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“So do you.”

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Jongin wasn’t wrong. Chanyeol had a lot going on in his life. All his exams and papers for some stupid business degree he wasn’t even sure he wanted, spending the night hours from 11-3 in a practice room as he was determined to not lose his guitar skills among pointless math classes. He often got math formulas replaced with song lyrics and chord structures in his head, and he’d gotten comments on his papers about the lack of effort put into them as he always procrastinated to write songs instead. There was a lot of pent-up tension, a lot of anger and stress that was constantly wearing down on him. Maybe, maybe all he needed was a good fuck. Just to get it out of his system.

Jongin sighed at Chanyeol’s prolonged silence. “Look, Chanyeol, I get it. You’re a ‘romantic.’ You want to build a relationship, have a connection. But Baekhyun, well, he’s a quickie. He’s not around for the long haul, never has been. You live life through song lyrics and personal connections, he lives through cheap pickup lines and quick hookups in dusty old motel rooms.”

“What do you want me to do?” Chanyeol asked, exasperated.

“I want you to live a little.” Jongin faced away from the road for the first time since the race had started to face his friend. “Go home with him. He’s your type—short, dark hair, mysterious, and I know he bottoms—” Chanyeol rolled his eyes at the last one, “be a fucking college kid for once, okay? Go be spontaneous. Besides, you never know. I thought Kyungsoo was going to be a one-night thing, and it’s been three months.”

“Are you done?” Chanyeol took another drink of his beer.

“Just think about it, yeah? I’m worried about you, man.”

Before Chanyeol got a chance to answer, to brush Jongin off and tell him he had no reason to worry, a familiar grey and red BMW flew across the finish line.

“Your boyfriend won.” Jongin nodded his head towards where Baekhyun was pulling his car around, back into the same lot he had been in before. “Give him a congratulatory kiss for me, will you?”

Jongin had danced out of the way, back towards his own boyfriend’s car which had also returned to its lot, before Chanyeol could reach out to hit him. Chanyeol tossed the rest of his half-drank beer in a trash can as he made his way over to the winning car.

“Hey there, Empire.” Baekhyun slid out of the car, running a hand through his sweaty hair. Chanyeol couldn’t help but imagine his hands running through the hair, Baekhyun under him, sweaty and writhing, back arching—

“Empire? You still with us?”

Chanyeol shook his head, coming back from his daydream. “Hm? What?”

Baekhyun chuckled. “I know I look hot right now, but I do need a breather before you jump me.”

Chanyeol scoffed. “You wish.” He did look pretty hot, though.

“You would,” Baekhyun smirked, raising an eyebrow in a way that probably made all the boys swoon.

It definitely wasn’t working on Chanyeol. Not at all.

“I wouldn’t.” Chanyeol took a step forward, and Baekhyun mimicked his movements.

“Then why did you take a step towards me?” Baekhyun tilted his chin up to glare at Chanyeol, his eyes calculating, trying to figure out what Chanyeol was thinking. That was going to be hard, though, considering Chanyeol didn’t even know what Chanyeol was thinking.

“I don’t know.”

“Why won’t you kiss me?”

“I don’t know.” With each question, the pair took a step towards each other. “And I hate not knowing things.” Chanyeol pushed on.

Baekhyun knew exactly what he was doing to Chanyeol. “What are you going to do about it, Empire?” They were chest-to-chest at this point.

“Are you sure you want to find out?” Chanyeol whispered, leaning down ever so slightly.

Baekhyun smirked. “Why are you still asking?”

“I’m not.” With that, Chanyeol grabs Baekhyun’s hips and pulls him towards him, planting his lips on the shorter’s.

Baekhyun met him immediately, gripping the lapels of his jacket in his hands and thrusting up on his toes. It was messy, there was too much teeth during the fight for dominance, but it was perfect. Hot and heavy, Chanyeol turned and threw Baekhyun against the side of his car.

Baekhyun gasped on the impact, and Chanyeol took the opportunity to dart his tongue in the other’s mouth, Baekhyun submitting to him almost immediately. Chanyeol could feel his adrenaline going up as he poured all his frustration and stress into the kiss which Baekhyun was welcoming with open arms. Well, open mouth.

Chanyeol put all his weight on the smaller, pulling Baekhyun closer while at the same time pushing him back against the car. His hands stayed on the other’s hips, gripping harshly as he inserted his thigh between Baekhyun’s legs, not allowing him to move at all though his impulse was to jerk away.

Baekhyun moaned instead, letting go of Chanyeol’s jacket to instead tangle his fingers in his hair, messing up the carefully styled strands courtesy of Jongin. Leaving one hand curled around Baekhyun’s waist, Chanyeol brought his left hand up to cup his cheek and tilt his head back, giving him better access to the other’s swollen lips.

“Chan-Chanyeol.” Baekhyun stuttered, pulling away from one of the most mind-blowing, tension-filled kisses he’d ever experienced. Not finished yet, Chanyeol began trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Baekhyun’s throat. He didn’t suck enough to leave a mark, but he applied enough pressure that the boy was at his mercy, gasping and tightening his hold on Chanyeol’s hair.

“What, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol muttered between kisses.

“Don’t—wait, we can’t.” He protested weakly, though he was doing nothing to stop Chanyeol’s ministrations. “I have another heat.” Baekhyun let his head drop so it was resting against the car, moaning again as Chanyeol began sucking harshly on an exposed part of his shoulder where his jacket had fallen away at some point.

“So?” Chanyeol pulled away, straightening back up to look at Baekhyun, giving him a second to catch his breath.

“It starts soon, I can’t run off like this, as much as I want to.”

“Don’t leave.” Chanyeol wasn’t begging—he didn’t beg. He was just asking, politely, and hoping deeply that Baekhyun would listen to him as it was obvious that he was just as turned on as the latter.

“I have to.” Baekhyun rested both his hands on Chanyeol’s neck and pulled him back down for another kiss.

“Take me with you.” Chanyeol managed at their first break apart for a breath.

Baekhyun paused. “What?”

“You heard me.” Chanyeol pushed Baekhyun so he was completely flat against the car, his spine curved and followed the shape of the door. “I want to go with you.”

“No, you don’t. It’s dangerous.” Baekhyun shook his head, locking eyes with Chanyeol. “I’m dangerous. Especially for a good college boy like you.” Baekhyun ran his hand through Chanyeol’s hair again, pausing in the back and stroking, and Chanyeol thought he would melt into a puddle right there.

“I don’t care.” He heard himself say. “I want to go with you. I want to be with you.” Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun in for another desperate kiss. “Baekhyun, please.” Okay, maybe he was begging. “Please.”

Baekhyun took his swollen lip between his teeth and chewed it for a minute, neither of them moving from their positions. Chanyeol was still on top of him, leaning heavily, and if anyone asked Baekhyun would say that was clouding his judgement, since he would never admit to actually liking someone enough to be a passenger in his car during a race.

“Okay.” He relented after a minute. Chanyeol leaned back down to kiss him in happiness, taking his head in both his gigantic hands and pulling him close.

Chanyeol sucked on Baekhyun’s bottom lip for a couple more minutes until they heard an announcement that the final heat would be starting, and all the drivers needed to report to their cars.

Baekhyun straightened up, shoving Chanyeol back and running a hand through his hair, trying to tame it.

“Get your gorgeous ass in the car, Empire.” Chanyeol made his way around to the passenger side of the car as Baekhyun slipped into his seat.

“Chanyeol?” He paused with his hand on the door handle and turned around to be met with the confused faces of Jongin and Kyungsoo, arms around each other as they approached Baekhyun’s car. “Where are you going?”

“I’m taking a ride.”

“I told you to go home with the guy, not kill yourself for him.” Jongin shook his head. “That’s not a good idea.”

Kyungsoo ran his free hand up Jongin’s chest. “Baekhyun’s one of the best drivers out there, babe, he’ll be fine.”

“I don’t like it.” Jongin looked down at his boyfriend.

“Hey, Empire, if you’re coming then get a fucking move on.” Baekhyun rolled down the window and yelled from his side. “We need to go.”

“Chanyeol—”

“Now, Empire.” Baekhyun interrupted whatever Jongin’s next argument was going to be.

Chanyeol shrugged in his friend’s direction, pulling open the door and folding himself in the passenger seat.

“Buckle up, Chanyeol. This isn’t some petty little drive around the parking lot.” Baekhyun shifted the car into first and pulling out of the lot. “We’re going to be driving on highways and major roads, and none of them are closed.”

“You mean there are going to be civilians out there?” Chanyeol looked at Baekhyun in shock.

He nodded, turning the wheel to join the lineup. “That happens sometimes.”

“Isn’t that, I don’t know, dangerous?” Chanyeol asked as Baekhyun stopped the car in his line.

“Sure.” Baekhyun looked back at Chanyeol with a smirk. “But isn’t that the point?”

Chanyeol froze. He had Chanyeol there.

Before Chanyeol could come up with a good enough answer, the flag was down and Baekhyun, and the others, were tearing down the single stretch of highway.

“Oh, fuck.” Chanyeol smiled. “Fuck!”

Baekhyun smirked, shifting effortlessly as he drove his way to the front of the group. He pulled out in front, tearing away from the other racers as he flew around the first turn, taking them towards the congested part of town.

The adrenaline rush was back, relentless as Chanyeol watched the speedometer on the dashboard rise, breaking 120 and pushing 130 miles per hour.

Baekhyun risked a look away from the road to his first-time passenger. Chanyeol was leaning forward, looking excitedly out the windshield with wide eyes. He didn’t look scared in the slightest, it was more like a kid who’d stolen a cookie and gotten away with it, and was making their getaway in a BMW going 135 miles per hour down a major highway, surrounded by cars not going above 80. Of course, Chanyeol was just a giant kid, so it all made sense.

Chanyeol, on the other hand, had never felt freer. He was flying as the car raced down the highway, barely slowing down for turns and almost unable to hear the angry honks of the other drivers. Chanyeol, the boy who burst into tears when he was six for stealing a grape from the supermarket was now willingly taking part in an illegal street race. He was loving it, and he already knew he was addicted.

His mother was going to have an aneurysm.

“Is it always like this?” Chanyeol asked, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the engine.

“Like what?” Baekhyun asked, popping the clutch and yanking the wheel to the right, taking an exit and flying down the ramp.

“Like, I don’t know, this.” Chanyeol looked over at him. “This, exciting. Freeing. Fast.”

Baekhyun nodded. “Isn’t it great?”

“You must do this often, considering that we haven’t crashed into anything yet,” Chanyeol commented, watching the civilian cars fall behind through his window.

“Every Monday, Friday, and Saturday.” Baekhyun jerked the wheel, whipping the car around another loop to get on another highway, one that should take them back towards the starting line.

“Shit.” Chanyeol laughed. “And you’re not dead yet?”

“I may drive fast, but I don’t drive to die,” Baekhyun commented, eyeing a car through his mirror. “Oh, fuck.”

“What—”

“It’s Minho. White Jaguar, middle lane. He hates me, I hate him, he may try and run us off the road. Hold on. Side note, can you get my phone for me?”

Chanyeol scrambled, ripping through the glove box for Baekhyun’s ringing phone as Baekhyun swerved lanes, darting through cars to try and gain an edge over his competitor.

“Baekhyun’s phone, Chanyeol speaking,” Chanyeol answered, yelling to be heard over Baekhyun’s cursing at the other driver.

“Listen, Chanyeol, tell Baek we got busted.” Chanyeol recognized Kyungsoo’s voice over the speaker even though he’d only heard the male talk twice that night. “Don’t come back, it’s insane. Everyone’s taking off, and you guys need to get lost. Now.”

“The cops—” Baekhyun’s attention was on Chanyeol in an instant. “They busted the lot. We need to go.”

“Oh, fuck no. How am I supposed to get my prize money now?” Baekhyun groaned, swerving off the highway and slowing down, losing their car among the many driving through the more commercial part of town and switching from manual to automatic.

“Tell Baekhyun that that’s the least of his problems now,” Kyungsoo answered for him. “Just don’t get arrested and we’ll go from there.”

“Kyungsoo, you underestimate me.” Baekhyun yelled, turning the car onto a dark street. “I never get arrested.”

“Well, call me when you guys get home so I know you didn’t.” Kyungsoo cut the line, and Chanyeol could barely make out Jongin’s voice on the other side before the connection was lost.

“So, we could get arrested, then?” Chanyeol tried to sound nonchalant about it, but Baekhyun could sense that the poor guy was losing his mind.

“No.” For the first time that night, Baekhyun took his hand off the wheel not to shift, but to grab Chanyeol’s, rubbing the back with his thumb in a comforting manner. “I don’t get caught. We’re kind of close to my apartment, anyway. You can come in and stay until this blows over, then I can take you back to campus or Kyungsoo’s or wherever your friend wants to meet you.”

Chanyeol took a deep breath and squeezed their intertwined hands. “Okay.”

“Hey, Empire, trust me.” Baekhyun pulled out of the alley and cut across an empty gas station parking lot into an apartment complex. “We’re fine.”

He let go of Chanyeol’s hand to park the car in a corner spot, hidden by shadows under a few trees. Shakily, Chanyeol got out of the car. Baekhyun watched him worriedly, pulling his keys from the ignition and climbing out of his side. The taller was leaning against the passenger door, eyebrows furrowed beautifully and biting his bottom lip harshly with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

Baekhyun walked around and leaned next to him. “Do you mind if I take a smoke?”

Chanyeol shook his head, and Baekhyun fished his box out of the left pocket of his jacket and a lighter out of his right. He held a cigarette between his lips as he clicked his lighter, successfully lighting it on the first try and holding it to the stick, cupping the flame until it caught.

Baekhyun leaned his head back against the car, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, watching the smoke get caught up in the wind. He glanced at Chanyeol for a second, taking in the way his shoulders were tensed and he was staring daggers at a crack in the pavement.

“I wouldn’t have asked you to ride with me if I knew the cops were going to show up.” Baekhyun commented after a few minutes of silence.

“It’s fine.” Chanyeol took a deep breath. “Kyungsoo’s right, you’re a pretty safe driver, even at 150 miles per hour.”

Baekhyun let out a light chuckle. “Nah, I don’t usually push 150. Maybe 140, but even I have my limits.” He looked at Chanyeol fully, tapping his cigarette against his fingers. “But I know you’re kind of freaked, and for good reason.”

“Really, I’m good. It was probably better that I was with you anyway, then I didn’t have to worry about snagging a ride with anyone or finding Jongin when the cops showed up at the lot.” Chanyeol shifted so his right shoulder was leaning against the car and he was facing the racer, his arms still crossed. “I really should be thanking you.”

“Don’t bother.” Baekhyun took another drawl. “I’m not the kind of person anyone should be thanking. For anything.”

“You didn’t get me arrested.”

“I didn’t get arrested. You just happened to be along for the ride.”

“After I begged you to let me join.”

“Either way.” Baekhyun shrugged. “Don’t thank me. What happened, happened. It’s over. Let’s move on, yeah?”

“Yeah.” The men stood together against Baekhyun’s car in silence as Baekhyun nursed his cigarette.

“You’ve got a nice vibe going on here.”

“Vibe?” Baekhyun raised his eyebrows.

“Sure.” Chanyeol gestured to Baekhyun with his left hand. “The leather, the car, the cigarettes, the ratty old apartment.”

“How dare you judge my apartment. You haven’t even been inside yet. Empire, I expected better from you.” Baekhyun countered, glaring.

Chanyeol shrugged. “I don’t need to go inside. I can tell.”

“Oh, can you now.” Baekhyun scoffed, releasing another puff of smoke.

Chanyeol hummed, taking a step towards Baekhyun. “I can. And Jongin may have said a few things about you.”

“I am quite the conversation topic, if I do say so myself,” Baekhyun smirked.

“You’re also quite hot.”

“Oh?” Baekhyun had to admit, he hadn’t seen that one coming.

Chanyeol wrapped his right arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders. “You are.” He bent his head down and began kissing behind Baekhyun’s ear, causing the latter to shiver. “When you’re driving, and your hand is resting on the stick shift even though I wanted it to be sitting on my thigh.”

He pulled himself around, planting both his hands on either side of Baekhyun’s head. “When you’re cursing, even though I wanted to be the reason for those dirty words coming out of your beautiful mouth.” He finished at a whisper, planting his lips along Baekhyun’s jaw.

Baekhyun leaned his head back, closing his eyes and dropping his cigarette as he let out a breath. Chanyeol made sure to stomp it out as his hands found Baekhyun’s jaw, grabbing it to angle his head up in a perfect position for a kiss. Baekhyun’s empty hands gripped the bottom of Chanyeol’s jacket desperately, itching to get rid of the three inches of space between them.

“When you’re darting through traffic, your eyes completely focused on the road when all I really wanted was for them to look at me.” He leaned his forehead against the smaller’s, looking him in the eyes. Baekhyun’s eyes were wide, glazed over with lust, and he leaned up towards Chanyeol without even realizing it.

“When you run your hand through your hair, mussing it up in that perfect style that I know would look so much better if you were in bed, and it was my hand doing it.” Chanyeol leaned down so his lips were just touching Baekhyun’s, just barely.

Baekhyun whined. “Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol hummed, and Baekhyun could feel that shit in his toes. And his dick.

Fuck.

“Kiss me.”

Chanyeol was on him in a second, attacking him in a fervor that had Baekhyun more breathless than he’d been all night. Baekhyun’s back slammed into the car again as Chanyeol’s lips forced his open, taking control once again.

Baekhyun tasted like smoke and sweat, and had it been anyone else Chanyeol would’ve pulled away instantly, crinkling his nose in disgust. It suited Baekhyun, though, and it somehow only made Chanyeol want to devour the smaller even more.

One of Chanyeol’s hands dropped to wrap around Baekhyun’s lower back, pulling him close and brushing their crotches together. Baekhyun’s lips stuttered, and he gripped Chanyeol’s jacket, pulling him so close the taller could feel his heart pounding.

Chanyeol kept attacking his lips, and Baekhyun ran his hands along his structured abdomen, going underneath the jacket. He followed the harsh muscles all the way around, dragging his fingertips down Chanyeol’s spine and eliciting a deep groan from the other. Baekhyun’s hands finally came to rest in the taller’s back jean pockets, and he gave the taunt flesh a gentle squeeze.

“Shit, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol groaned. His hands found the collar of Baekhyun’s jacket and he impatiently pushed it off his shoulders, so it hung on the crook of his elbows. He began trailing his lips down Baekhyun’s neck, nipping and sucking at the tender zone. He knew he’d found a special spot, right under his ear and behind his jaw, because when he’d bitten down Baekhyun had jumped slightly and squeezed Chanyeol’s ass tighter.

“Do you want to come inside?” Baekhyun asked, breathless.

“Fuck, babe, I thought you’d never ask.” After pressing one more dominating kiss to the other’s mouth, Chanyeol took Baekhyun’s hand and began dragging him in the direction of the large complex.

Baekhyun stumbled a bit trying to keep up with Chanyeol’s long strides, eventually catching up and digging around for his keys.

“Upstairs.” Baekhyun was leading as he tugged Chanyeol’s hand towards a staircase on the side. “Third floor.”

“You couldn’t make this easy and be on the ground, could you?” Chanyeol asked with a breathless chuckle.

“If you wanted me to drop right here I would,” Baekhyun started up the stairs with Chanyeol right behind him, “but I do recall you saying that you didn’t want to get arrested tonight.” He turned around and winked. Cheeky little shit.

Once on the third floor, Baekhyun paused in front of the second door on the left, fumbling to find the lock. The lighting sucked, and his hands were shaking, and then suddenly Chanyeol was behind him and he found the spot on his jaw, and somehow his hands were on Baekhyun’s erection and shit that felt great. Chanyeol knew what he was doing—fuck.

After struggling for an impossibly long time, Baekhyun shoved the door open and stumbled in, Chanyeol still hanging on his back like a koala.

Chanyeol kicked the door shut, and Baekhyun whirled around, breaking the taller’s hold on him and shoving him back into the door. He wrapped his arms around Chanyeol’s neck, grumbling something about guys who were annoyingly tall as he pulled him down for another kiss.

The “annoyingly tall” boy grabbed Baekhyun’s jacket, yanking it down his shoulders.

“Well, maybe you’re just annoyingly short.” Chanyeol countered, dropping Baekhyun’s jacket on the ground.

“Fuck off.”

“Oh, you definitely don’t want me to do that.” Chanyeol paused for just a second, two maybe, and appreciated how great Baekhyun’s body was without the loose-fitting jacket. His red and grey t-shirt clung to his shoulders and outlined the “v” his body made as it came in at the hips. Baekhyun’s ripped skinny jeans clung to his hips and thighs beautifully, showing curves in all the right places without being too thick or too skinny.

“You’re gorgeous.” Chanyeol couldn’t help but say it as his hands found Baekhyun’s hips, pushing his shirt up so his rough fingertips could feel the delicate skin tugged around his small hipbones.

Chanyeol hadn’t seen Baekhyun blush all night but right then he did, averting his eyes and sucking his bottom lip and biting at it.

“Baekhyun—”

“Jacket.” Baekhyun’s hands grabbed the collar of Chanyeol’s own jacket and began tugging frustratedly. “Off. Now.”

Chanyeol complied instantly, releasing Baekhyun’s hips only long enough to pull his jacket off and drop next to Baekhyun’s on the floor. Baekhyun’s slender fingers grabbed the hem of Chanyeol’s shirt and he pulled that off too, adding that to the growing pile of clothes on Baekhyun’s floor.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” Baekhyun was practically drooling as he stared at Chanyeol’s chiseled abs and chest. “Maybe I should go to college.”

“Not really your scene, babe,” Chanyeol smirked, pulling Baekhyun in for another kiss. Baekhyun’s hands wrapped around his waist, kneading and pressing into the skin along Chanyeol’s lower back just above the waistband of his jeans. Chanyeol’s own hands ran up Baekhyun’s chest, pushing his shirt up in the process.

Baekhyun took the hint, pulling away and allowing Chanyeol to pull his shirt over his head. Before Chanyeol could return to kissing Baekhyun senseless, Baekhyun grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the bed around the half-wall.

Chanyeol overpowered him quickly, turning him around and kissing him, backing him up towards the bed. Baekhyun allowed himself to be guided backward, falling gracefully when his legs hit the edge. Chanyeol collapsed on top of him, crawling above him as Baekhyun slid further up the bed so he was laying in the center.

Once they were face to face, Chanyeol shoved his knee right under Baekhyun’s dick and the smaller groaned, arching his back at the contact.

Chanyeol smirked, rubbing his knee and watching as Baekhyun jutted his hips along with it, trying to find friction in the erratic rhythm.

“Fuck, Chanyeol.” Baekhyun moaned breathlessly. “Fuck, do something.”

At that, Chanyeol popped the button and unzipped Baekhyun’s jeans, climbing off and pulling them down his legs leaving the smaller clothed in only his underwear. He reclaimed his place above him once he’d pulled his own pants off too, sucking on his neck once again.

Somehow Baekhyun found the strength to flip the two, so Baekhyun was now hovering over Chanyeol who raised an eyebrow at him.

Baekhyun leaned down to capture Chanyeol’s lips in a kiss before pulling away and dragging his tongue down the length of Chanyeol’s neck. Chanyeol took a deep breath and dropped his head back against the mattress.

Baekhyun bit along his prominent collarbones, pressing a light kiss to the dip where the two sides fused together in the middle. Glancing up for a second, Baekhyun continued to make his way down Chanyeol’s chest, pressing a kiss to and sucking on each of the taller’s nipples.

“Baekhyun.” Chanyeol groaned out, arching into the small male’s mouth. “Shit.”

Continuing further, Baekhyun dragged his tongue down, down, licking his way along the divot between Chanyeol’s abs all the way down to his underwear. Kissing lightly, Baekhyun hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged down, pulling them down Chanyeol’s impossibly long legs and dropping them off the side of the bed.

Chanyeol sighed when his erection was finally freed from his constricting underwear, looking down to see Baekhyun eye-level with his dick.

“Baek—” Baekhyun looked up to see Chanyeol groaning and fisting the bed under him at his experimental lick.

“I’m going to warn you.” Baekhyun spoke between light kisses he was peppering all along Chanyeol’s dick, “I lost my gag-reflex years ago.”

“You—shit.” Chanyeol let out a long, drawn-out groan as Baekhyun sank down, taking Chanyeol in his mouth completely. He breathed slowly through his nose, his lips wrapped tightly around the base.

Hollowing his cheeks and sucking lightly, Baekhyun slowly pushed himself back up, his weight resting on his elbows.

“Fuck, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol gasped as Baekhyun lowered himself down again. He tangled his fingers in the smaller’s hair, pushing him down, trying to get him to go deeper. Baekhyun flattened his tongue as he bobbed his head, Chanyeol’s dick breaching the tightness of his uvula and pushing down his throat. He moved his hands so they were flat on Chanyeol’s hipbones, pushing them down in the mattress as Chanyeol struggled to buck them up.

Chanyeol tightened his grip on Baekhyun’s hair causing the latter to shudder and moan, still taking Chanyeol throat deep, and Chanyeol’s eyes rolled back in his head at the vibration. Lifting a skilled hand, Baekhyun began lightly fingering his balls as he picked himself back up, licking completely from the base to the tip.

Chanyeol groaned brokenly as his hips rose, trying to chase the tight heat as Baekhyun sat up to take a breather. His hand replaced his mouth, rubbing along the length and spreading his spit evenly.

His hand still tangled in Baekhyun’s hair, Chanyeol pulled the male up to return to his lips, forcing Baekhyun to straddle his hips. Chanyeol pulled him down, sucking on Baekhyun’s tongue immediately and tasting the salty precum on the inside of his mouth in addition to the lingering smoke.

Chanyeol’s hands dropped to cup Baekhyun’s ass, and Baekhyun moaned loudly, desperately at the contact. He ground his hips down, Chanyeol guiding him, the only clothing left between them was Baekhyun’s soaking underwear.

Chanyeol tugged the annoying fabric down halfway, burying his hands underneath and feeling Baekhyun’s skin under his palms, pushing him as far down as he could in their desperate grinding.

Baekhyun moaned again. “I can’t—off. I—fuck—I need them off, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol rolled them over so they were back in their original position, Chanyeol resting between Baekhyun’s thighs, and he sat up on his knees. He pulled the underwear the rest of the way off quickly, turning to toss them off the side of the bed.

When he shifted back over, Baekhyun was gone. He had made his way to one side of the bed, giving Chanyeol a great view of his ass as the male pulled out a bottle of lube from his nightstand. He rolled back over, and Chanyeol trapped him beneath his long arms, taking the lube from his hand.

“I can do it.” Baekhyun whispered.

Chanyeol shook his head, pressing a short but desperate kiss to the pink lips. “I got it.”

He popped the cap off and squirted a generous amount of the lube on his fingers, spreading it evenly before he positioned himself at Baekhyun’s entrance.

Gingerly, he slid one finger in and Baekhyun gasped out brokenly above him. “Finally—Jesus fucking—ah.”

Chanyeol had added another finger and was scissoring the other open, spreading his hole in preparation. He began biting and kissing all along those gorgeous hipbones as he did, and it felt like he just couldn’t get enough of Baekhyun. He had to taste him, to hold him, to feel him and prove that he was the cause for Baekhyun’s immense pleasure at the moment.

Chanyeol added a third finger and Baekhyun cried out, his hands fisting in Chanyeol’s hair as he bucked his hips up, trying to find Chanyeol’s rhythm. With one last bite, Chanyeol removed his fingers and sat up.

Lying next to the bottle of lube was a condom. Chanyeol ripped open the package and rolled it on, picking the lube back up and applying it to his dick.

“Shit, Empire, hurry the fuck up.” Baekhyun groaned out impatiently, raising himself up on his elbows to watch Chanyeol spread the cold substance evenly to his throbbing cock.

“I’m getting there.” Chanyeol collapsed back on Baekhyun when he was done. He sat on his knees between the shorter’s legs, picking them up to place them on his shoulders.

Baekhyun’s breath hitched. Finally.

Not too slowly yet not too quickly, Chanyeol pushed into Baekhyun. The male arched his back, letting out the dirtiest moan Chanyeol had ever heard as he filled him up completely. Not giving the other much time to adjust, Chanyeol pulled out and thrust back in. Baekhyun gasped at the force, his hands reaching out to fist the covers below him.

Chanyeol kept thrusting, each one getting harder and more powerful. Baekhyun was a writhing, beautiful moaning mess below him, and he had never seen anything sexier.

Searching for that special spot, Chanyeol took Baekhyun’s legs and pulled them off his shoulders and instead pushed them into Baekhyun’s, bending the male in half.

“Fuck!” Baekhyun cried as Chanyeol began thrusting at this new angle. “Fuck, Chanyeol, more.” He wrapped his arms around his knees to hold himself in that position, but Chanyeol kept his hands there too, using the leverage to push and pull himself as he thrusted.

“Oh, shit, shit.” Baekhyun was moaning with each thrust now, babbling and unable to keep his mouth shut. Chanyeol picked up the pace, jackhammering into Baekhyun at a nearly inhuman speed and causing the latter to nearly scream.

“God, Chanyeol, fuck yes, keep going.” He moaned. Baekhyun’s arms released his legs and he began flailing them around, trying to find purchase on something, anything.

Chanyeol grabbed his wrists and pinned them above the smaller’s head, holding them with his right hand and he rested all his weight on his left. Baekhyun wrapped his legs around the other’s waist, pulling him closer with each thrust, and this new angle caused Chanyeol to ram into Baekhyun’s prostate. Chanyeol groaned out lowly at the sheer tightness of Baekhyun, it felt almost impossible to not come just looking at the male’s face.

The male’s mouth fell open in a silent scream when he did, and Chanyeol began thrusting with new vigor, breathing heavily and oh so sexily, nailing the smaller’s prostate every time. Baekhyun’s back arched, and he closed his eyes as tears began to leak out.

It was amazing. It wasn’t enough yet at the same time it was too much, and Baekhyun’s hands were stuck above his head and he felt so fucking vulnerable at the lack of control and shit that was turning him on even more, if possible.

“Hold on.” Chanyeol pulled out and Baekhyun groaned out at the loss.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Chanyeol, get back here and—what are—ah!” Chanyeol had grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Baekhyun’s ass before pushing back in, giving his hips another new angle to work with. He grabbed Baekhyun’s hands, pinning them above his head again as he resumed his inhuman pace from before.

This new position gave Baekhyun the extra stimulation he’d needed, and each thrust was so powerful he thought he was going to split in two at any given moment.

“Oh, Chanyeol, you’re going to break me, I—holy shit—oh my god—Chan—” Baekhyun’s eyes were rolling back in his head. His own dick was hitting his stomach with each thrust, Chanyeol’s hard abdomen pushing it into Baekhyun’s stomach and applying just enough pressure, and it was aching for a release.

Baekhyun felt that familiar warmth in his stomach, and his legs began trembling.

“Chanyeol—I’m—I need to come—fuck.”

“Come on, Baekhyun. Come for me.” Chanyeol ordered lowly and, fuck, Baekhyun came.

His back arched and his toes curled and he screamed as he experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life. His cum shot out, covering both their stomachs and chests in the thick, hot liquid.

Chanyeol simply tightened his hold on Baekhyun’s wrists and continued thrusting, riding him through the aftershocks. He kept going, desperate for his own release and Baekhyun moaned brokenly.

Chanyeol came a few thrusts later with a sharp cry of Baekhyun’s name and a string of curses, the intensity of which milked a second, mini-orgasm from Baekhyun who was trembling from the overstimulation.

Thoroughly wrecked, it was all Baekhyun had to just lay on the bed as Chanyeol collapsed on top of him, his head on Baekhyun’s chest. He released Baekhyun’s wrists then, and Baekhyun could feel a tingling and knew they’d be bruising beautifully by morning.

The two laid there in the aftershocks long enough for the cum on their bodies to grow uncomfortably cold and sticky, but Baekhyun was too exhausted to move. Chanyeol, on the other hand, pushed himself up so he was on his elbows. He bent his head to press a few light kisses to Baekhyun’s chest, working his way up his neck to press a kiss to his lips.

Right as Baekhyun opened his mouth to deepen it, Chanyeol pushed up and stumbled off the bed in the direction of the bathroom. Propping himself up on his elbows, Baekhyun watched as Chanyeol searched the cabinets.

“Bottom left.” Baekhyun helped from his spot on the bed. He winced at how hoarse his voice was when he spoke.

“Got it.” Chanyeol pulled a couple washcloths out of the cabinet after Baekhyun’s directions, wetting them and walking back towards the bed. Baekhyun took one out of Chanyeol’s outstretched hand and they both began cleaning themselves off. The cold wetness of the washcloth was a stark contrast to the hot sweat that had been running down their bodies and so it left a trail of goosebumps where Baekhyun cleaned.

Chanyeol picked his boxers up, pulling them on and searching for his jeans.

“Empire, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Baekhyun asked from the bed.

“Getting dressed?” Chanyeol asked, picking up his jeans and folding them so they became right-side out again.

“Okay, yeah, but I promised you a ride. You’ll get one, I just need a few more minutes to wake back up then I’ll drive you back to your place.” Baekhyun pushed himself up and slid back in the bed, climbing under the covers.

“I don’t know, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol looked forlornly at the limp jeans in his hands.

“Come on, Empire.” Baekhyun patted the empty spot next to him, his eyes half open. “Join me as we come back down to earth.”

Against his better judgement, Chanyeol dropped his pants and came around, climbing in bed next to Baekhyun. Almost impulsively, Chanyeol wrapped his arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder, and the smaller tucked himself into his side, his head on Chanyeol’s shoulder and his arm draped over his chest.

Chanyeol smelled nice, Baekhyun concluded with a light sniff. He smelled sweaty, but there was a hint of cologne, and of something in his natural scent that made Baekhyun feel safe. All he wanted to do was curl up in Chanyeol’s arms forever and live out the rest of his life from within the safe aura of the college student. Chanyeol’s arm around his shoulder felt so protective, like it was shielding Baekhyun from every shitty thing that was a part of his existence. Baekhyun couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly he fit in Chanyeol’s side.

Once he was in bed, and comfortable, the exhaustion really hit him. Chanyeol supposed the adrenaline of the night had finally worn off, and with Baekhyun’s body heat enveloping his side he felt his eyelids start to droop, against his mind’s orders to wake up, dammit.

“Why did you start racing?” Chanyeol heard himself ask.

Baekhyun hummed. “That’s quite a story, Empire.”

“With you, everything is,” Chanyeol responded easily. “Come on.”

“It’s dark, Chanyeol, like really dark. You sure you can handle it?”

“Are you questioning my honor?”

“I’m questioning your stupidity.”

“Baekhyun.”

“I fixed up cars with my dad a lot when I was younger. We totally redid this old mustang, you should’ve seen it.” Baekhyun’s eyes were shining. “New engine, sleek blue paint, she was a goddess.” He smiled softly.

“Anyway, my mom was a full-on crack head. Always high, and she sold the shit, too. We didn’t realize just how much she was spending until some loan sharks showed up at my dad’s garage one day, demanding payment that we didn’t have. We shut down early, and my dad approached my mom about it. He sent me up to my room, but I could still hear them screaming at each other.”

Baekhyun shut his eyes tightly, losing himself in the memory. Chanyeol rubbed his hand along Baekhyun’s arm in what he hoped was a comforting manner. It must have worked, because Baekhyun took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and kept going.

“It got really quiet after a while, so I went downstairs and they were both gone. I ran out to the garage, and that mustang we’d been working on was gone too. I stuck around on my own for a while, but after around a week I called the cops. They did a search and found my dad washed up in a river somewhere, and my mom was just gone.” Baekhyun swallowed dryly.

“I have no idea if the loan sharks got to them, or if my mom went full-on insane and offed him or what. So, I got dragged into the system.” Baekhyun laughed dryly. “They act like they care about you, but they definitely don’t. I was in, what, 16 foster homes total? I was what they called a ‘troubled’ kid. Anyway, after seven years of being dragged around by the state, I turned 18 and got myself out of that hellhole.

“One of the other guys from my last foster home snuck out a few times a month to go racing. He told me about it, and so when I got out I decided to go to one. I fixed up my car and raced. It was great, and I won. My first fucking race, and I creamed the guy who came in second. What a day.” Baekhyun smiled again. “The pot was decent, and after a few races I was able to build up a savings. I bought this place a little over a year ago.”

Chanyeol looked around. The apartment was nice, albeit a bit small. Though, considering Baekhyun lived alone it wasn’t like he needed much more.

“It’s not much.” Baekhyun seemed to read his thoughts. “But it’s got a kitchen, and a bed and a bathroom. Plus, it’s all mine, you know? Like, that’s pretty fucking cool that it’s mine and no one else can fuck with this thing I’ve got going for me.”

“Your vibe,” Chanyeol spoke up.

“Precisely.” Baekhyun yawned. “Congrats. In a single night, you learned more about me than any one of my friends.”

He hit Chanyeol’s chest lightly. “Don’t go blabbing now, Empire. I won’t be happy.”

“Don’t worry,” Chanyeol replied seriously, resting his head atop Baekhyun’s.

Baekhyun’s breathing slowed down considerably, and it wasn’t hard to assume that he’d fallen asleep. Chanyeol decided that he’d give him a few minutes to rest, then bug him for a ride home.

He certainly didn’t plan on falling asleep too.

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Chanyeol woke up to a loud crash of thunder, lightning flashing through the small apartment. Rain pounded against the window, and a chill had settled along his bare skin.

Of course, the sleeping boy curled into his side helped chase the cold away.

Chanyeol turned his head, squinting at the clock hung on the half wall. It was a little after 5:30. As gently as he could, he rolled over to look at the small male still curled up against his side.

All his harsh lines disappeared when Baekhyun was asleep, and he had sweat off his makeup earlier in the night, giving his whole face a softer, younger look. Chanyeol figured the boy must be around his age, maybe younger.

Chanyeol let out a deep breath, laying his head back against the pillow once again. Baekhyun groaned in his sleep and Chanyeol froze, waiting for the male to settle back down. Baekhyun rolled his head around for a second, burrowing it against Chanyeol’s shoulder. His fingers changed so they were pressing slightly into Chanyeol’s chest, almost as though he could tell that Chanyeol was thinking about leaving.

Chanyeol looked at the clock again. He had class at nine, but he needed to shower and eat something, and find his way back to campus. He never finished his reading from the night before either, and that needed to be done before his period at 10:45.

Chanyeol shot a look at Baekhyun once again, watching to see if the smaller was asleep again. Determining he was, Chanyeol maneuvered his way out of the boy’s koala hold on him, rolling gently off the bed.

Baekhyun stirred again and Chanyeol froze, watching as he grabbed the sheets in his hands and pulled them all the way up to his chin. Baekhyun rolled over, burying himself on the pillow and under the sheets. Chanyeol let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding and tip-toed around the bed to pick up his discarded jeans. He grabbed them and went directly to the bathroom, shutting the door quietly and turning on the light. Chanyeol grabbed the edge of the sink and blinked rapidly, not expecting the light to be so fucking bright.

He fished his phone out of the back pocket of his pants, sighing. 5:41am, the bright screen read. 13 new messages. 6% power.

God dammit.

Chanyeol shoved his long legs into his jeans, pulling them up and buttoning them. He then turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face to fully wake himself up. He dried his face off with the hand towel and picked his phone back up, unlocking it.

Debating for a minute, Chanyeol decided to call one of his other roommates.

“What in the ever-living fuck do you want.” Sehun grumbled into the phone, picking up after the third ring.

“I need a ride,” Chanyeol whispered, shooting a desperate look at the door and praying Baekhyun was still asleep.

“At 5 in the goddamn morning.”

“It’s almost 6.”

“That means nothing you dipshit.”

“Oh Sehun, you get your lazy ass in your pretty little white car and come pick me up,” Chanyeol demanded.

“Why should I?”

“Fucking Christ, Sehun, don’t make me call Luhan and tell him that you have a crush on him because dammit, I will.”

“You wouldn’t.” Sehun suddenly sounded a lot more awake.

“Do you really want to try me?”

There was a pause, then a rustling. Chanyeol assumed Sehun was getting out of bed. “Text me your location.”

“I knew you’d come around.”

“Fuck you.” Sehun cut the phone. Brat.

Chanyeol turned on his location on his phone and prayed, though he wasn’t religious in the slightest, that his phone would last until Sehun got to Baekhyun’s apartment complex.

He turned on his flashlight and cut the light in the bathroom, opening the door and tip-toeing out. Chanyeol risked a look at the bed and he saw Baekhyun still curled in a ball, sheets fisted under his chin. He looked cold.

Chanyeol glanced towards the front door and his clothes piled with his shoes by the couch, then he turned to look back at Baekhyun. He couldn’t just leave him like that.

Shoving his phone in his pocket, Chanyeol slowly made his way back to the bed in the corner. As gently as he could, Chanyeol grabbed the blanket that had been shoved off the bed at some point the night before and unfolded it, laying it over the sleeping boy. Baekhyun relaxed instantly, adjusting his grip to hold the blanket along with the sheets.

Chanyeol smiled and backed up. He pulled his shirt on and threw his jacket over his arm, holding his shoes in his hand. He opened the front door silently, slipping out and shutting it just as quietly.

The open hallway was cold, and Chanyeol pulled on his jacket immediately with a shiver. He hadn’t thought that through. Shoving his feet in his vans and lacing them up, Chanyeol checked his phone again. 3%.

Wow. Great. Awesome.

Right then, his phone went off with a text from Sehun.

I’m here asshole.

Chanyeol took a deep breath and walked over to the ledge, spotting Sehun’s white Hyundai sitting right by the staircase he and Baekhyun had stumbled up earlier that night. Chanyeol looked up at the dark sky. The rain was missing him for the most part, but he knew that the second he stepped down the stairs he was going to be soaked. He groaned internally and darted out into the weather.

“Shit!” He yelled, squinting to see through the dark and rain as he tried not to miss any steps.

“Shit, it’s cold.” He complained as he threw himself in Sehun’s passenger seat, slamming the door.

The younger man looked at him unamused as he threw a towel in Chanyeol’s face. “Who’s the dude?” He asked, shifting the car into gear and pulling out of the parking lot.

“Just a dude,” Chanyeol responded shortly, stripping out of his wet jacket and starting to dry off his arms.

“Pull off your shirt, too. I brought you one of your hoodies, it’s in the back.”

Chanyeol smiled, ripping his cold shirt off. Sehun may have complained about getting dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, but underneath that bitch persona, he was a really sweet kid. A year younger than Chanyeol, Sehun was a sophomore at the same college.

He and Jongin had taken in Sehun and Jongdae, their other roommate, when they found an apartment and were looking for new guys to split the rent. Sehun and Jongdae were in a similar position, and the four boys clicked instantly when they’d all met for dinner at one of the campus’s dining halls. How suspicious it was that Sehun’s true colors came to the surface after they’d all signed the lease?

The drive home was quiet, save for the low radio and the dull pattering of rain against the windshield. Sehun was a good driver, but it still startled Chanyeol when he glanced over to the driver’s seat and saw his roommate when he was expecting to see a certain male with a taste for speed and a need to win.

No, he definitely was not disappointed. Not in the slightest.

Or so he told himself.

It seemed like seconds later he and Sehun were dashing into their apartment, shivering and welcoming the warm air.

“Shower.” Chanyeol murmured, heading for his bedroom. “Hot shower.”

“I deserve a thank you, don’t you think?” Sehun annoyingly planted himself on Chanyeol’s doorframe. “Donuts. Gas money. A 12-pack. I’m not picky.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes as he dug around in his dresser for fresh underwear. “You get Luhan continuing to live in ignorance of your love. Anything more and you’re going to start owing me.”

Sehun huffed, stalking down the hall to his and Jongdae’s shared room. “Bastard.”

“I’m still older than you!” Chanyeol yelled down the hall. A door slam was Sehun’s only rebuttal.

Chanyeol groaned and flopped face-first on his bed. A shower could wait, he decided. He was exhausted, and his priority was sleep. Chanyeol vaguely remembered plugging his phone in on his nightstand and he had a fleeting memory of the bed feeling empty before he fell asleep again.

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“—And then, oh god, he fucking dropped to his knees right there, right in the hallway of the fucking science building, and I’m pretty sure he was actually going to suck me off then and there when—Chanyeol are you even fucking listening to me?” Jongdae sighed impatiently, slamming his hand down on the latter’s unopened notebook.

“Hm?” Chanyeol hummed, jumping up as his eyes focused on Jongdae. “Were you saying something?”

Sehun snickered behind his hand and Jongdae’s eyes narrowed. “What is going on with you? You’ve hardly touched your food.”

Chanyeol looked down, surprised to see his plate still full while the other two had already finished their lunches. “Sorry, I’m just distracted. I still have a test, and I’m not done with my paper yet.”

“Still thinking about your self-proclaimed ‘bad boy?’” Sehun asked with a smirk. Chanyeol kicked him under the table and Sehun winced at the contact, immediately complaining loudly at his “unnecessary use of violence against the youngest of the group.”

“No.” Chanyeol hissed.

“What ‘bad boy?’” Jongdae asked innocently.

“No one—”

“Chanyeol spent last night at some dude’s house.” Sehun supplied, all too happy to fill in the blanks for Jongdae.

“Look at you.” Jongdae nodded satisfactorily. “I’m so proud.”

“Thanks, I guess?” Chanyeol asked, and Jongdae nodded again.

“So, this guy is a ‘bad boy,’ huh?”

“Kind of.”

“Care to elaborate?” Sehun pestered with a smile. Chanyeol sent a glare in the younger’s direction.

“Not really—”

“He’s a friend of Kyungsoo’s,” Jongin replied instead, plopping in the seat next to Chanyeol. “Sorry I’m late. My exam ran over. You also never called me last night, asshole.” He hit Chanyeol’s arm.

“I was kind of busy, okay?” Chanyeol pouted and rubbed his reddening arm.

“And Kyungsoo is…?” Jongdae questioned.

“My boyfriend. He races cars.”

“Legally?”

“What would be the fun in that?” Jongin took a large bite of his sandwich.

“Interesting,” Sehun smirked. “And what does your mystery boy do, Chanyeol?”

“He doesn’t—”

“Who? Baekhyun?” Sehun laughed victoriously and Chanyeol laid his head on the table in despair. Jongin continued, talking around the food in his mouth. Gross. “He races too. He’s the best out there. Chanyeol could tell you all about that, he rode with him for a heat.”

Sehun’s eyes lit up, and Chanyeol can already see the blackmail being pooled and organized in behind his expressive eyes. Chanyeol loved Jongin, he really did, but sometimes his best friend was just so fucking dense that he wanted to strangle him.

Jongdae stared at Chanyeol, completely flabbergasted. “You? With an illegal street racer?”

“In bed?” Sehun cried in glee.

“Shut up.” Chanyeol hissed, lifting his head to glare at his best friend. No, ex-best friend.

“Oh, yeah. Speaking of which.” Jongin turned to Chanyeol. “There’s another race on Friday. You coming?”

“I want to come!” Sehun yelled excitedly. Jongdae simply shook his head.

“I don’t think so,” Chanyeol replied carefully. “I’m really tired, it’s been a big week and I wanted a night with Stella. I’ve been neglecting her all week.”

“Jesus, it’s no wonder you don’t have a boyfriend.” Sehun rolled his eyes. “Who the fuck names their instrument?” Sehun was learning all sorts of things about Chanyeol during that lunch period, and he was loving every second of it.

“Everyone even remotely involved with one.” Chanyeol shot back, annoyed. “Luhan named his flute Jennifer.”

Sehun gawked. Luhan plays an instrument? With his mouth? Sehun would be damned if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever heard.

“So come then. What’s the harm?” Jongin asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Won’t things be kind of, uh, awkward?” Chanyeol sputtered out. He hadn’t spoken to Baekhyun since their night together. Sure, he felt guilty running out on him like that, but he’d also had a feeling that it had been nothing more than a one night stand and that Baekhyun would want him gone as soon as he woke up.

Baekhyun. Somehow, the racer hadn’t left Chanyeol’s mind since Tuesday. He’d slept through his alarm and missed his first class, barely making it to his second on time after running out of the shower only to be kicked out since he’d forgotten to do the reading. Chanyeol wondered if he’d been on the other’s mind even half as often as the racer was on his. He found himself hoping that Baekhyun missed him, then chided himself for it. It was a one night stand, Chanyeol. Get a grip and move on.

Oh, god, that night. Baekhyun, who had been so beautiful, working Chanyeol up all night with his bad boy persona and his vibe and his car and his cigarette. Baekhyun, who had relinquished his hard-held control to Chanyeol just for a few hours. Baekhyun, who had looked so beautiful sprawled under Chanyeol on the bed, back arching. Baekhyun, who’s moans—

“Chanyeol?” Jongin snapped his fingers in front of Chanyeol’s face. “Welcome back. Are you good?”

“I have to get to class.” Chanyeol blurted out in a rush, standing up suddenly and grabbing his backpack and still-full plate.

“B-but—but class doesn’t start for another half hour!” Jongdae sat up, surprised by Chanyeol’s sudden outburst.

“I need to go.” Chanyeol reiterated, heading towards the dish disposal and the front door.

“Wait, Chanyeol! What about Friday?” Jongin called after him.

“Sure.” He heard himself say. No, take it back. “I have nothing better to do.” Stella’s going to be furious. Idiot.

“Perfect.” Jongin smiled a very un-Jongin-like smile, and Chanyeol had to wonder if his plan all along had been to get the taller thinking about Baekhyun long enough to convince him to go to another race.

It worked.

Unapologetically, Chanyeol tossed his uneaten food in with the pile of dirty dishes and ran out of the dining hall. He kept running, though he had plenty of time before class, all the way to the music building. Without saying ‘hello’ to anyone he passed, he opened the locker he’d rented from the school and pulled Stella out along with his songbooks and replaced her with his backpack. He slammed the locker shut, locking it and heading to a practice room on the third floor.

He needed to clear his head. Everything was just too much—why was he constantly thinking about a boy he’s only just met? Chanyeol had known when he’d gone home with Baekhyun what would happen and what the expectations of the night were, yet here he was pining after the kid like a middle school girl after some One Direction member.

“What the fuck?” He shook his head as he began tuning the guitar, setting his favorite book on the music stand and adjusting it. Focus. He did his best to shove the dark-haired boy to the far corners of his mind.

Though it seemed, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the boy from his conscious. He kept screwing up the basic chords, and for some reason his left hand couldn’t center on the strings.

“Fuck me.” He groaned, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes so hard he was seeing all the colors at once.

He missed that night. The car, the ride, the dry humor and dirty flirting, the thrill of breaking the law, it almost felt like a dream. It was a dream he hadn’t wanted to wake up from yet there he was, back on campus, trapped once again in the endless cycle of “go to class, get the right grades, plan the rest of your life better than the back of your hand.”

Chanyeol was stuck. He hadn’t known how bad it had been until he’d gotten a taste of freedom, until he’d really lived for the first time in his life. He remembered all too clearly the rush of the car, the feeling of flying, and the strange security he’d gotten though the car had been racing along at 140 miles per hour.

It had been a day, less even, and he already felt so boring. So empty. He missed the adrenaline, the momentary panic and the endless relief every time a corner had been cut too close or another car almost got in the way. He wanted to go back to the races—that much he knew.

He was addicted to the danger now, and it was all Jongin’s fault. What’s new.

But then again, was it the danger Chanyeol was addicted to, or was it Baekhyun?

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Chanyeol had the strangest sense of déjà vu.

Here they were, Jongin dragging Chanyeol through the crowd once again towards his boyfriend and their group.

This time, however, Chanyeol couldn’t take his eyes off a familiar grey BMW parked to the side and a waft of smoke coming up from the side.

“Is it really that hard to be on time?” Kyungsoo asked, walking up to the pair with a bright smile. Jongin smiled back, letting go of Chanyeol and instead wrapping his arm around Kyungsoo’s waist.

“Okay, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo, my boyfriend. Kyungsoo, my friend, Chanyeol.” Jongin gestured between the two.

“Nice to meet you.” Chanyeol nodded distractedly.

“Be nice.” Jongin chided, swatting him on the arm.

“Let him be,” Kyungsoo whispered. He’d spoken to Baekhyun and knew that the small racer would be looking for him too. “Baekhyun’s by his car.” He addressed Chanyeol.

“Right.” Chanyeol was making his way through the crowd towards the smoke, leaving the two boys behind in the road. He paused. “I’m going to get a drink.” He clarified before turning and walking towards the group again.

“He’s smitten,” Jongin smirked, watching his friend obviously heading for the BMW.

“So are you.” Kyungsoo nudged his boyfriend’s shoulder with his forehead.

“You’re right.” Jongin dragged his attention from Chanyeol to look down at Kyungsoo. “Now, how about a good luck kiss?”

Chanyeol tried using his height as an advantage on his way through the crowd, craning to see if he could get a glimpse of a small, dark-haired boy with a fucking cigarette between his lips.

Chanyeol could see a head of black, beautifully messy hair above the car as he came around.

Chanyeol froze. What if he doesn’t want to see me? Chanyeol realized that maybe Baekhyun had just wanted him to have sex, and he didn’t want to see him anymore now that it was done and over with. There went his nerve. He needed to go.

Before he had time to turn around and hopefully lose himself in the crowd, some drunk ran into Chanyeol’s back, pushing him around the car and landing directly in front of Baekhyun.

“Empire?” Baekhyun breathed, letting out a string of smoke and looking…relieved? What?

Before Chanyeol could respond, the drunk who’d run into him shoved him again. “What the hell, shithead? What’s your problem?”

“Nothing.” Chanyeol turned around, raising his hands in front of his face and unconsciously stepping in front of Baekhyun, who glanced worriedly at Chanyeol’s back. “Nothing, man. It was an accident.”

“Don’t fucking ‘man’ me, you ran into me.” The drunk took an accusatory step forward, pointing in Chanyeol’s face threateningly. Chanyeol may have been one of the tallest people there, yet the drunken stranger was even taller than him. “You little pussy ass—”

“Hey, I’m sorry, okay?” Chanyeol took a step back and felt Baekhyun’s hand settle reassuringly on his waist. “It was on me, right? So, I’m sorry.”

“You’d fucking better be sorry, motherfucker, or I swear to fucking god—” The man was up in Chanyeol’s face now, though Chanyeol refused to take another step back knowing it would put him at a disadvantage considering A. that would back him against the car and give the drunk the upper hand, and B. Baekhyun was behind him, and that would put the attention on the shorter male, which Chanyeol wasn’t about to let happen. “—I fucking swear to fucking god I will go straight for your little boyfriend back there.”

Geez, this guy cursed more than Sehun.

Chanyeol felt Baekhyun stiffen behind him, but he refused to take his eyes off the guy threatening the two. “We don’t want any trouble,” Chanyeol spoke slowly, sensing Baekhyun moving out from behind him. “Why don’t you just leave us alone?”

“That would be just too fucking easy.” The man sneered. Baekhyun was now fully out from Chanyeol, and he felt the smaller male remove his hand from his waist. That strange, empty feeling was back again.

“It was an accident,” Baekhyun spoke up, and both Chanyeol and the drunk turned to look at him. “He apologized, I’m apologizing, even though it was your fault, so why don’t you just get out of here?”

“You little whore—” The man took a step towards Baekhyun, but Chanyeol grabbed his arms.

“Don’t call him—ah!” The man had shoved Chanyeol back against the car, the lapels of Jongin’s leather jacket fisted in his hands. Jongin’s going to murder me 17 different ways.

“I wasn’t talking to you, bitch.” The man hissed, getting right in Chanyeol’s face again. Chanyeol could see the bloodshot eyes and smell the alcohol reeking from the guy.

“Let him go!” Suddenly the weight was gone, and Baekhyun had whirled the guy around and, shit, punched him square on the nose.

Both parties let out a wail, the guy holding his most-likely broken nose and Baekhyun cradling his hand.

“Oh, shit, oh fuck, oh my god my hand.” Baekhyun moaned, holding his hand to his chest and curling in on it.

Chanyeol was at his side in an instant. “Baekhyun, what the actual fuck did you do?!” He asked incredulously, wrapping an arm around the smaller male’s shaking shoulders. “Whoa, hey, it’s okay.”

Chanyeol gave the drunk a fleeting glance as he stood up, taking off to wherever his acquaintances were waiting for him, before returning his attention to Baekhyun.

“We need to get you some ice. Come on.” Chanyeol steered Baekhyun around and walked him around the car towards where the rest of the group was. “There’s ice in the cooler, right?”

It was a stupid question, but Baekhyun nodded anyway. “There should be.”

“Baekhyun, what the fuck?” Some guy Chanyeol had never seen before ran over to where the two were.

“Long story.” Baekhyun managed between pained breaths. “I need ice.”

“Sure, sure, I’ll meet you by your car.” The guy rushed off, and Chanyeol helped Baekhyun sit up on the hood of his car.

“Baekhyun, what the hell?” Chanyeol glared at Baekhyun.

“What?” Baekhyun glared back.

“Why the hell did you punch that guy? What the fuck were you thinking, taking on a guy twice your size?” Chanyeol nearly growled.

“Are you fucking kidding me? He was bugging you, and you weren’t going to do shit so I had to step in.” Baekhyun spoke like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I was trying not to get violent.” Chanyeol reasoned.

“Well, he wasn’t trying to not get violent, and you have to play fire with fire, right?”

“No!” Chanyeol sighed, exasperated. “No, we should have just walked away and let him lose interest.”

“If you think I was about to leave my car near a bunch of drunks then you are very, very wrong.”

“That’s not what I—either way.” Chanyeol shook his head. “I was going to handle it, I was trying to keep you out of it.”

“You’re a literal puppy, what could you have done? I’m willing to bet that you’ve never punched a guy before. That guy was ready to beat the shit out of you, and you weren’t going to fight back? Seriously, Chanyeol, that guy was pissing me the fuck off. Don’t tell me you weren’t pissed the fuck off, too.”

Before Chanyeol could respond, the strange guy from before was back with a bag of ice and a towel. “Here, Baek.”

Baekhyun gingerly took the ice pack and laid it across his swelling knuckles. “Thanks, Yixing. Hey, how do you know if your hand is broken?”

The man, Yixing, shot Baekhyun a look that screamed, are you fucking kidding me?

“I’m asking for a friend.”

“Give me your hand.” Yixing took Baekhyun’s hand and inspected it carefully, stretching it and applying pressure and holding it in different positions all while asking questions that sounded very medical.

“I don’t think it’s broken, but it’ll be sore for a few days. I have some medical wrap in my truck, give me a second, I’ll go grab it and we’ll get you all patched up.”

“You’re the best, Xing.” Yixing shot the pair a dazzling smile before walking in the direction of a dark green pickup.

“Yixing is in medical school.” Baekhyun supplied, hissing as the ice came in contact with his injured hand again. “He’s pretty handy to keep around. A great friend too, not much of a lightweight.” Chanyeol hummed in response, watching the man walk away.

Baekhyun droned off, looking down at his hand.

“Why did you leave?” He asked suddenly, quietly, nervously.

“What?” Chanyeol turned to look at Baekhyun, who refused to lift his eyes from his lap.

“Monday. Or, I guess it was Tuesday. Why did you leave?” He looked up, meeting Chanyeol’s eyes. Chanyeol felt the same aura in surrounding them as when Baekhyun had been telling him about his past. Broken. Vulnerable. Scared.

“I—I just figured that, uh, you’d wanted me to?” Chanyeol forced out.

Baekhyun chuckled breathily. “Right. That’s why I told you my whole sob story. Because I tell that shit to everyone, right?”

“Baekhyun—”

“You know, I actually thought we had a connection, and I thought you felt it too. Not just, like, physically, but I just felt drawn to you, you know?” Baekhyun shook his head dejectedly. “I held your hand. I felt like a girl, but you got nervous and I actually fucking held your hand and—dammit, I must sound like an idiot.”

“No,” Chanyeol responded instantly. “No, you don’t.” He leaned back against the car. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all week, you know?”

Baekhyun looked up at Chanyeol questioningly. The taller nodded.

“I skipped more classes this week than I did all last semester, because fuck you make me feel things that I haven’t felt since my last boyfriend and, just, it’s freaking me out.”

“So, you’re saying I’ve corrupted you now that you’re playing hooky on a regular basis?” Baekhyun asked with a small smile.

“That’s what you got out of what I just said?” Seriously?

Baekhyun laughed. “Well, the other stuff, too. That’s all great.” He sobered. “Actually, it’s really great, because I really want to kiss you again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Chanyeol took Baekhyun’s face in his hands and pulled him close, connecting them lightly. Baekhyun pressed back into the kiss, his good hand coming up to circle the back of Chanyeol’s neck. Chanyeol sighed, relaxing on top of the smaller male.

Wow, would you look at that? That empty feeling was gone again. Huh.

Chanyeol licked along Baekhyun’s lower lip and the smaller granted him entrance immediately, their tongues dancing around each other. Chanyeol leaned his hands down on either side of Baekhyun’s legs, and Baekhyun smiled into the kiss as he was forced to lean back to compensate for Chanyeol’s tall form.

“Okay, so I have the—oh. Uh, I—I can come back later.” The two pulled apart to see a flushing Yixing standing awkwardly, an ace wrap and some medical tape in his hands. Baekhyun chuckled breathlessly.

“He’s all yours.” Chanyeol took a step back, Baekhyun’s left hand fitting perfectly in Chanyeol’s right. He squeezed every couple seconds as Yixing was wrapping his hand, trying not to move. Chanyeol squeezed back reassuringly as Baekhyun screwed his eyes shut.

“You’re good, Baek,” Yixing said with finality once he secured the wrap with a little clip.

“Thanks.” Baekhyun clenched his fist experimentally, smiling when he discovered that it didn’t hurt nearly as much as he thought it would.

“Are you still racing tonight?” Yixing asked.

“I think so. I have a reputation to uphold. It’s about to get a lot cooler when I win with a broken hand.”

“It’s not broken.”

“Let me milk this, Xing.” Baekhyun winked and Yixing rolled his eyes, walking off grumbling something about “drama queens.”

“You’re still racing?” Chanyeol asked worriedly.

Baekhyun shrugged. “It’s not that bad.” He clenched his fist again. “I’ll still be able to shift okay.”

Chanyeol chewed his bottom lip, squeezing Baekhyun’s hand again. He squeezed back.

“Hey, I’m a professional, remember? I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you doubting me?” Baekhyun asked with a gasp.

“Naturally.” Chanyeol teased.

Baekhyun smirked. “Well, since you happen to think that I won’t win, then I guess you won’t mind putting a little wager on this race?” He stroked his thumb over the back of Chanyeol’s hand.

“What’s the prize?” Chanyeol asked with a smile, leaning against the car right next to where Baekhyun was sitting.

“A date. A real one.” Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol nervously.

“I would’ve said yes if you’d just asked,” Chanyeol responded with a smile.

“Aw, where’s the fun in that, though?” Baekhyun leaned his head against Chanyeol’s shoulder, looking up at him through his fringe.

“Alright then, Byun, you have yourself a deal. You have to win though.” Chanyeol warned with a smile.

“No problem.” Baekhyun beamed. Across the lot, Kyungsoo climbed into his car with Jongin wishing him luck. “It looks like I need to go.”

“Good luck.” Chanyeol knelt down outside the open window once Baekhyun got settled, the engine sputtering to life.

“Thanks, Empire. But I don’t need it.” He smirked, running his hands over the wheel.

“Aw, come on, let me be a supportive date.” Chanyeol teased.

Baekhyun leaned through the open window and gave Chanyeol a short peck. “That’s all the luck I need.” And with that, he followed Kyungsoo out of the lot.

“You seem to be all cleared up,” Jongin commented, meeting Chanyeol as they watched their respective partners take their places in the lineup.

“Yeah.” Chanyeol smiled. “All he needs to do is win this race.”

“You do know that Baekhyun doesn’t lose, right?”

“I’m counting on it.”

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Baekhyun didn’t even pull back into the lot when he won. He just stopped in front of Chanyeol, unlocking the passenger door and rolling down the window.

“Get your gorgeous ass in the car, Empire.”

Here’s a college Chanyeol all made over by his best friend Jongin to head to the races for the first time (I see them all in like Call Me Baby era except Baekhyun’s hair is dark brown/black instead of blond)

- Admin Em (certified baekyeol trash I’m not sorry)

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pairing: chanyeol x baekhyun genre/rating: smut, mature themes, college au words: 8k summary: baekhyun loves to play overwatch and doesn't want to join minseok for a frat party in their apartment block, but gets forced anyways and somehow ends up in chanyeol's apartment and in his pants

Chanyeol and Baekhyun have been fooling around for about three months now and everything was tinted in a rosey color - well to be truly honest it was more of a dark red and smelled of sex, but hey.

They've met at a house party during spring break and a lot of alcohol was involved.

Baekhyun had been forced by his friend Minseok - who desperately wanted to meet some girls - to join him.

"I am gay, you know that Min." Baekhyun had intervened to get off the topic so he could continue playing Overwatch.

He had planned on staying awake the whole weekend and have Kyungsoo on team speak. Kyungsoo was his roommate and they would normally be gaming until the sun rose while eating ramyun and fried chicken, but he was at his parents place for the remainder of the break, so they had agreed on doing it over TS.

"I know that! But they also have guys there if you haven't noticed. And some are probably gay too."

Minseok watched Baekhyun furiously clicking his mouse, the latter not once looking up from the monitor. "And you seriously need to get laid."

Baekhyun was shouting at the screen, using curse words Minseok didn't even know. "Soon!"

"I already have plans with Kyungsoo." Finally Baekhyun turned in his office chair, putting his headset down not before saying 'AFK' into it and looking up to meet the others' eyes.

"Playing a stupid game on the computer is not 'plans' Baek!" Minseok pointed at the general direction of the computer.

"Yes it is." Baekhyun grabbed a bag of chips which was lying on the table next to his keyboard and fished out a handfull, only to directly shove them all into his mouth.

"When was the last time you had some 'real' fun, Byun?" Minseok watched as Baekhyun stuffed himself with more chips, some crumbs landing on his white shirt that had some stains from at least three different meals on it. The formers' face distorted in disgust.

"Uhm... right now?" Baekhyun answered sarcastically and motioned with his greasy hand to the computer right behind him.

"No. Real fun, Baekhyun, R-E-A-L."

"Just because you don't like gaming doesn't make it any less real, Seok." Baekhyun pointed out.

"Well okay then." Minseok motioned to go, only to glance at the wifi box sitting in the corner next to the door on a small table.

Before Baekhyun could even react, Minseok had already unplugged all the cables and victoriously held up the precious box.

"KIM MINSEOK! Put that down immediately!" Baekhyun had jumped up from his chair, chips scattered all over the floor.

"Only if you promise me to go with me to this one damn party!" Minseok had jumped onto the bed, the device held out of reach, while the other hand was busy holding Baekhyun back by his head.

Minseok might be just a bit smaller than Baekhyun, but he was definitely stronger, seeing as Baekhyun was a music major and super nerd, while Minseok was a sports major and in the soccer team.

"Kim! I warn you! If I won't have wifi because of you for the next few weeks I will find you and rip you off of everything you love!" Baekhyun's arms were flailing in the air, trying to get out of Minseok's grip on his head and reaching for the device.

"One party, Baek. Just one. Promise and I'll give it back." Baekhyun stopped in his tracks, his arms dangling on either side of his body now.

He seemed to contemplate his options, all the while still leaning against Minseok's hand on his head. He looked down at his flip flop clad feet and the grey short jogging pants he had been wearing for weeks.

"Fine."

"Really?" Minseok let go of Baekhyun, but still not giving the wifi box back. He knew Baekhyun all too well and he wasn't sure if the other didn't have something up his sleeve.

"Yeah." Baekhyun looked up, gaze lingering on his beloved device. "If that means I'll get Ana back."

"Ana? Oh dear god, please don't tell me you gave this stupid wifi box a name?!" Minseok waved around with it, staring at Baekhyun incredulously.

"Uh..." Baekhyun scratched his neck and seemed a bit embarrassed. "Well you have names for your soccer balls!" He pointed at Minseok with a smirk.

"So?" Minseok raised his brows. "Anyways. You agreed to party with me, so get your ass into the shower and then into some decent clothes or I'll kick it like one of my soccer balls!"

He gave the box back to Baekhyun, who hugged it tight against his chest.

"God, you really need to get laid!" Minseok shook his head, jumping down from the bed and going to the door of the student apartment.

"I'll see you at ten! Don't be late or I'll cut the cords next time!" With a pointed finger and glinting but playful eyes Minseok gave one last look at Baekhyun, before retreating through the entrance.

Baekhyun let out a sigh, while placing Ana back where she belonged. He stroked her once, only to stop in his tracks, eyes going wide, realizing how strange that was. "I really need to get laid." He said while rushing to the bathroom.

After a long, hot shower, Baekhyun was now clad in a pair of black tight pants and a simple black snug shirt. He noticed he had spent too much time with Kyungsoo, who only wore black all day every day.

His brown hair was still damp, but he didn't feel like styling it up, would take up too much time and he honestly didn't care that much.

Minseok knocked on the door about fifteen minutes later and was sporting his usual very - very - tight leather pants and a red flanel button down shirt over a black tank top, his blonde hair styled up in a side part.

The other definitely knew how to attract people. Baekhyun might've swooned over him once or twice in a more or less drunken state. Everything of course in a friendly manner. Baekhyun liked his men tall and lanky.

"You could've at least tried to make your hair more presentable." Minseok glared at the messy mop on Baekhyun's head.

"It'll get hot and I'll sweat, so why care?" Baekhyun shrugged his shoulder and grabbed his keys.

"It's all about presentation, Byun." Minseok motioned at his body with both of his hands.

"Yeah, yeah." Baekhyun waved his hand at the others' face dismissively and pushed him out the door. "Let's get going."

When they reached the other student apartment building, loud music was already blaring from some windows and a lot of people were standing outside, bottles of beer in hand and talking animatedly.

Baekhyun hated these kinds of events, he couldn't hold his alcohol and got wasted pretty fast. Which wasn't so bad, if he didn't end up in some kind of mess every damn time.

Inside, they both got handed a beer immediately and the music was so loud, talking was not an option. So Minseok just indicated for Baekhyun that he would be doing a round through the house and check who had their doors open for party - and also if some girls were up for some fun of course.

Baekhyun decided to just stand in the hallway on the second floor and watch on as people stumbled over him into and out of apartments.

He felt bad for those who had their doors closed and wanted to have some silence. But on a weekend during spring break it was practically impossible to find a quiet spot inside the student buildings or anywhere near campus.

He was standing right next to a closed door, when a bunch of drunk guys came his way who seemed like they would just walk through him if he didn't budge. So the only thing he could do was jump into the doorway and hold himself on the frame.

To his disappointment one of the guys tripped over himself and landed face first right before Baekhyun, not forgetting to spill all the contents of his cup on his way down over Baekhyuns shirt and pants.

Being super annoyed at this outcome he slammed himself against the closed door and cursed loudly at the group. They all just laughed at their friend, who had passed out on the floor now.

Suddenly the door behind Baekhyun opened, causing him to lose balance and falling backwards into someone. Said someone was able to grab him and hold him in place, only to let him go right after and gruntling in disgust.

Baekhyun turned around, only to see a tall figure in a black hoodie and shorts looking at his hands that were now wet and smelled badly of strong liquor.

"Oh damn." Baekhyun exclaimed.

The group in the hallway pointed at them and laughed their asses off, before grabbing their friend from the floor and continuing their way to more alcohol and trouble.

"I'm so sorry." Baekhyun wasn't sure what else to say, seeing as the tall guy was still staring at his hands and seemingly contemplating his life choices.

Without a word, the other went to his bathroom and cleaned himself up, all the while shouting at Baekhyun, who was still standing in the doorway. "Either come inside and close the door or leave."

He didn't know why he chose the first option, but it seemed better to stay inside than in the hallway having beer or whatever it was all over his clothes. So when the tall guy came back and saw Baekhyun standing in his apartment with messed up clothes and smelling of alcohol, he was obviously surprised.

"Uhm... I'll get you some stuff to change into. You can clean your clothes in the sink."

Baekhyun did as he was told and moved to the small bathroom. He slowly and cautiously removed his shirt first, trying not to touch it more than necessary. When he was busy getting rid of his pants, the other guy suddenly came in, a sweater and jogging pants in hand.

Feeling pretty exposed, Baekhyun grabbed the clothes and covered himself with it, not noticing the small smirk on the other guys' face.

Without a word, the tall guy turned around to leave again, only to turn back and surprising Baekhyun once more, who was busy getting into the hoodie. His face covered with fabric and his stomach sticking out, the other let out a chuckle. "By the way, I'm Chanyeol."

"Uh- Maekyoon." Baekhyun muffled into the sweater, when he finally found the part where his head should belong and slipped through.

"My name is Baekhyun." He said once more and noticed how the sweater reached his thighs, obviously too long. But right now he was glad, because Chanyeol was staring at him and he felt self-conscious.

"Nice to meet you under such circumstances." Chanyeol exclaimed and closed the door behind him.

Baekhyun looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. This time he didn't even get wasted and ended up in such a situation.

He fished out his phone from his jeans pocket, after he had put his disgusting clothes in the sink drenching them in hot water, and checked if Minseok had texted him. But nothing. He probably had found a girl to hook up with and would be busy the rest of the night, so Baekhyun decided to get to know Chanyeol better.

He opened the door and was about to go outside, when the tall guy suddenly smirked at him, his eyes wandering down Baekhyun's body. The latter followed Chanyeol's gaze and noticed he had forgotten to put the jogging pants on.

He quickly turned around and grabbed the clothing from the floor. Trying to put both legs inside the pants was definitely a bad idea, because he ended up almost falling down a second time this evening, only to be stopped by Chanyeol once again.

"You really have trouble keeping yourself on your legs." Chanyeol was holding Baekhyun by his arms and looking down into his eyes, the latter still just only having the pants on halfway.

Baekhyun was sure he saw the right eye of the other twitch for a second, but before he could stare on further, he was placed back into a stable position.

Chanyeol retreated back to his couch slash bed and grabbed two bottles of beer from the obviously self-made beer crate couch table and openend them on the corner of said table.

"You want one?" Chanyeol held one bottle into Baekhyun's general direction, waiting for him to take it.

Baekhyun contemplated if he should drink more, but the whole ordeal made him sober up and he actually hadn't drunken that much yet anyways. So he took the bottle and gulped down half of it in one go.

"Easy, tiger. The night is still young." Chanyeol winked at him and nipped at his beer.

"I was actually arranging some music before you barged in. You mind if I continue?" Chanyeol motioned at the mini studio that was set up in the far end of the room. There was a keyboard in front of two screens making Baekhyun a bit jealous, because he had to play with a 12inch monitor from the last century and this guy here had such big ass screens.

He glanced around the rest of the room and noticed that it was pretty simple. But on the left side next to the couch stood a glass cabinet full to the brim with anime figurines and right next to the table with the mini studio stood two guitars - one acoustic and one electric - in the corner on stands.

"If you want you can watch something on the TV. The remote is somewhere on the couch I think." Chanyeol sat down on the chair and got his headphones, putting them around his neck.

Baekhyun sat down on the couch slash bed and found the remote. Before he turned on the big flat screen hanging on the opposite wall, Chanyeol raised his bottle in Baekhyun's direction and took a sip. The latter raised his too and did the same.

How he ended up in this situation was beyond him, but he had to laugh at how Minseok wanted him to party and yet he still managed to place himself in front of a TV and watch Game of Thrones. Of course he would prefer to play Overwatch, but this right here was okay too. Especially with such comfy clothes that smelled of musk and some manly perfume.

Twenty minutes in on the latest season six episode and the fourth beer (when he drank, he did it fast), Baekhyun glanced at the back of the tall guy and only now noticed that he was sporting fury red hair.

How he could've missed that was beyond him, but it suited the other pretty well. Not many could pull off this color. Baekhyun included. It was a one time thing during his teenage years and his mom almost cried when she saw her bathroom carpet stained with red from the poor coloring job Baekhyun had performed on himself.

Chanyeol was busy with the mouse and occassionally hit some of the keys on the keyboard to produce whatever music he was making. Baekhyun was more curious as to what the song sounded like than what happened on TV. He had already finished the season and didn't need to focus on it anyways.

After a few more minutes of contemplation, Baekhyun decided to walk up to the other and see what he was doing. Alcohol definitely blurred out his common sense, just like the bass from outside the hallway blurred out his movements, because Chanyeol jumped shortly in his seat when Baekhyun was suddenly standing next to him.

"Hey." Chanyeol removed his headphones and watched Baekhyun swaying on the spot a bit. "What's up?"

"I wanna hear your sooooong~" Baekhyun exclaimed with a slurr to the last word and pointed at the screen. "Your screens are soooo big, woooow~"

"So, you're a filter-losing kind of drunk." Chanyeol chuckled and unplugged his headphones.

Ignoring Chanyeol's remark, Baekhyun listened to the already playing arrangement. "It sounds really good!" Baekhyun said louder than he wanted, but he didn't care.

"Okay, now it's time for a drinking game!" After only having listened to the song for ten seconds top Baekhyun clapped into his hands and pulled on Chanyeol's arm.

"Uhm, okay." Chanyeol looked confused at first, but smiled shortly after. He made sure to save the audio file first and then shut his computer down.

"Do you have vodka?" Baekhyun asked while looking into the small fridge standing next to the couch slash bed.

"No, but I have an unopened bottle of tequila. Is that okay too?" Chanyeol opened the cabinet above his super small kitchen and got the bottle and two shot glasses out.

"It'll do." Baekhyun waved his hand around and let himself plop on the couch.

"So how does the game go?" Chanyeol sat down next to Baekhyun and placed the shots and the tequila down on the small table.

"Weeeell. We watch an episode of Game of Thrones and whenever someone says Jon Snow, you see tits or someone cusses, you have to drink!"

"So we'll be drunk in about five minutes." Chanyeol snorted.

"Yeah, basically." Baekhyun nodded fervently.

Only fifteen minutes in and both of them were lying on the floor, laughing like crazy, the alcohol having gone to their heads already. Baekhyun was worse, as he had drunken so much beer beforehand and he was busy getting out of Chanyeol's jogging pants.

When Chanyeol rolled around to lie on his stomach, he watched Baekhyun struggling out of one leg, all the while still on his back.

"What are you doing?" Chanyeol started laughing, resting his head on his arms and staring at Baekhyun's failing attempts to get rid of the damned clothing.

"I'm hoooot~" Baekhyun whined and soon he resigned, letting his arms fall back on the floor and pouting.

"Wait, let me help you!" Chanyeol tried to stand up from the floor, but his room decided to spin around. "Oh damn... I-I... fuck." Chanyeol grabbed his head in both hands and squeezed his eyes shut.

Baekhyun moved his chin in the air, so he could look at the other who was upside down now from his point of view. "You okay?"

"No, my head is spinning. I think I'll sit down for a bit." Chanyeol said and slowly moved to the couch.

Baekhyun remained on the floor, his pants halfway down and watching Chanyeol.

After a while he decided to get up too and join the other on the couch, but he forgot his pants were in the way, so he tripped over himself and landed directly on Chanyeol.

"Third time. Now you owe me." Chanyeol said, his head resting on the back of the couch and his eyes closed.

"I owe you?" Baekhyun was holding himself in place on the others' chest.

"Yup."

"And how?"

Chanyeol looked up, staring at Baekhyun's eyes. All of a sudden he grabbed the other by the neck and crashed their lips together.

At first Baekhyun didn't know what to do, but soon he melted into the kiss and let the other nip and lick.

"I have this rule, when someone trips three times they owe me a kiss." Chanyeol said nonchalantly when they broke free to get some air back into their lungs.

"Really?" Baekhyun was still dazed.

"No, not really. I just really felt like kissing you, that's all." Chanyeol laughed and his eye did this twitch again, that Baekhyun found quite endearing.

"Soooooo." Baekhyun dragged the word, still tipsy and a bit daring. "What now?"

Baekhyun basically was sitting in Chanyeol's lap with his pants down and the latter didn't know if it was right to take the chance and go further or not.

"Well, you tell me." Chanyeol decided to let the other take the lead, but made sure to place his hand on Baekhyun's bare thigh.

Baekhyun watched the big slender hand on his leg and then moved his gaze up to the other male. Minseok had told him he should get laid and this guy was tall and was also in the music department and his voice was pure bliss to the ears - even though it was just ten blurry seconds he had heard the deep voice resonating from the speakers, so perfect fucking material.

Instead of answering the other, he was the one leaning in this time and placing his lips on Chanyeol's.

The latter immediately understood and moved his hand on Baekhyun's thigh up to his waist. He slightly pushed at the other, so he would lie down on the couch.

"I really thought my night would end with some beer and finishing up songs." Chanyeol retorted while he moved his hands up under the hoodie to reach Baekhyun's stomach.

Baekhyun squirmed from the touch and closed his eyes. "And I thought I would be playing Overwatch."

"You play Overwatch?" Chanyeol suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Baekhyun opened one eye slowly, hoping he hadn't killed the mood now. "Uhm, yeah?"

"Cool! How's the game play? I actually wanted to start it too, but I was busy with finishing my assignments." Chanyeol motioned with his head back to his set up studio, all the while still having his hands on Baekhyun.

"Oh my god, take me!" Baekhyun exclaimed and moved upwards to grab Chanyeol and crash their lips together again.

Some busy moments of clothes removing and situating themselves in the right position later and Chanyeol was already prepping Baekhyun with the lube they had found in one of the cracks of the bed.

The tall guy was leaning over Baekhyun and slowly inserted two fingers in and out of the latter, placing butterfly kisses all over his quivering body.

"More..." Baekhyun had his eyes squeezed shut and was almost moaning his demand.

Chanyeol only smirked at the other and finally added a third finger, making sure he set a pace that was comfortable for the smaller guy.

To add to the sensation of being filled up, Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun's already half hard shaft and began to pump it lazily.

The action caused Baekhyun to groan in frustration. "Stop teasing me." He opened his eyes and glared at the other, who was only smirking.

Suddenly Chanyeol grazed against Baekhyun's sensitive spot, causing Baekhyun to press himself back into the matress and moaning out loud. "Oh fuck."

Of course the tall guy used this new found bundle of pleasure to turn the other into a writhing mess.

"If you don't fuck me soon, I'll-" But Baekhyun couldn't finish as Chanyeol increased the pace and abused his spot, making Baekhyun almost scream.

Finally Chanyeol removed his hands from the already heavy panting boy and searched for the package of condoms under his bed. When he finally found it and got one out of the box, he watched Baekhyun lying in front of him. He looked so sexy with his legs wide open, his hands grabbing the sheets and his chest moving up and down from trying to get air into his lungs.

Chanyeol pumped his length a few times before putting the condom on and positioning himself in between Baekhyun's legs. He admired the milky thighs and grabbed both of them to pull Baekhyun down a bit so he could reach him more easily. Baekhyun opened his eyes and watched Chanyeol guiding his member near his entrance.

Baekhyun couldn't wait any longer, it had been months since he last got a good fuck and Minseok had been more than right. When Chanyeol finally breached the tight ring of muscles open, Baekhyun let out a groan that was a mix of pain and pleasure. The first few seconds always were a bit annoying, but the feeling soon changed.

Chanyeol pressed himself in as far as possible and was about to wait for the other to adjust, when Baekhyun suddenly grabbed the others' ass and motioned for him to move. Chanyeol obliged gladly.

The taller guy rested his arms on either side of Baekhyun's head and watched the other beneath him. The latter was moaning profanities and Chanyeol thought how he never had a sex partner before who was so vocal. He loved it. So much that he was barely able to control his movements. He wanted to fuck the other raw and hear him scream loudly. Not that anyone would hear anyways.

Chanyeol increased his pace, their skin slapping together drowned out by the loud music coming from the hallway.

Baekhyun hadn't felt this good in a while and he didn't think he could last long, so he was surprised when he suddenly felt empty. He openend his eyes and saw Chanyeol panting heavily, his eyes glinting from lust. His red hair was sticking to his forehead messily and droplets of sweat were running down his collarbones and onto the defined pecs and abdominal muscles. Baekhyun couldn't take his eyes off the other.

"Turn around." Chanyeol demanded out of the blue and to his own surprise Baekhyun did as he was told, sticking his ass out for Chanyeol to admire. "Damn."

The taller guy couldn't resist and slapped the perky buns, causing Baekhyun to moan and press his face into the matress.

Chanyeol raised one eyebrow, one side of his mouth turning up into a smirk. "You like that, huh?" He slapped the right cheek again, before grabbing the others' waist and pulling him close to his member again.

Baekhyun only whimpered into the matress, wanting the other to fuck him senseless.

When Chanyeol finally inserted himself again, a new angle caused Baekhyun to curse. "Fucking hell!"

"I assume you like this as well." Chanyeol rammed himself into Baekhyun with such force it caused the latter to clutch his fingers into one of the cushions near his head and pressing it against his face to drown out a loud moan.

"Fuck." Chanyeol didn't know how long he would last with such a sexy vocal man around his cock. He slapped his hips against the other's ass multiple times, making sure to hit that significant spot every time.

When Baekhyun suddenly groaned out loud, his muscle convulsing around Chanyeol's member, the latter knew Baekhyun was close. Helping the boy reaching his climax, he grabbed the leaking shaft and pumped it in time with his thrusts.

It didn't take long and Baekhyun screamed the others' name, spurting his cum onto the sheets underneath him.

Baekhyun's contracting muscles around Chanyeol's member made it impossible for the latter to hold out any longer. He thrust hard into the boy a few more times, before he felt his orgasm take over him as well.

When it hit him, he hissed and panted heavily. "Damn."

Baekhyun let himself fall into his own mess, not caring one bit. Chanyeol positioned himself right next to him, his lungs trying to fill themselves with air.

"So, you play Overwatch?" Chanyeol said in between breaths.

Baekhyun just snorted into the sheets, his body having lost all energy.

"You really got laid?! Fuck, I'm proud of you Byun." Minseok grabbed Baekhyun by the shoulders, who was once again sitting in front of his computer.

It had been three days since Baekhyun and Chanyeol had met and fucked. After some small talk they had exchanged phone numbers and agreed on meeting again, but Baekhyun hadn't heard from the other yet. He assumed he was busy with his assignments. Baekhyun was glad he had already finished everything right before the break started and now had enough time to play LoL and Overwatch.

"Well.." Before Baekhyun could continue, his phone buzzed twice.

"Oh is it your new fuck buddy?" Minseok smirked.

"Shut up, Kim. Don't you have a girl to mount or something?" Baekhyun pushed the other away by the chest.

"Actually, yeah. Now that you remind me!" Minseok turned on his heel and went to the door. "And I guess you too, huh?" He winked at Baekhyun, who just showed him the stinky finger, not looking up from his phone.

Chanyeol Hey, do you have time later today?

Chanyeol You still have my clothes ;)

Baekhyun replied with a quick yes and they set up to meet at Chanyeol's place in an hour.

He didn't know why he was so giddy to meet the tall guy, seeing as they had already fucked. Maybe it was because they would be sober this time.

But as soon as Chanyeol - again wearing his black hoodie and shorts - opened the door to his apartment, Baekhyun forgot everything.

"Hey." Chanyeol said and smiled at the other.

"Hi." Baekhyun was wearing a black shirt and his grey short joggers this time, thinking the other wouldn't care too much, as he wore simple clothes as well.

"Glad you're here. You wanna come in?" Chanyeol moved to the side to make room for Baekhyun, who had the giant's clothes in a plastic bag.

"Sure." Baekhyun moved through the entry way. "Here." He gave Chanyeol the bag.

Inside they both stood around awkwardly for a few moments, until Chanyeol spoke up.

"You wanna listen to my new song? Last time you only heard a small bit of it. I'm finally finished!" Chanyeol smiled at the other, his non-occupied hand burrowed inside the hoodie and the other wipping around the bag.

"Yeah, okay." Baekhyun nodded and they both moved to Chanyeol's self-made studio. Chanyeol left the plastic bag on the floor beside it.

"I had trouble with my voice, but I think it came out well now." Chanyeol motioned for Baekhyun to sit in the chair and placed the headphones over Baekhyun's ears. He then pressed play and soon all noise was drowned out by a deep and soothing voice singing along to a mix of guitar and keyboard playing in the background.

Baekhyun was fascinated by how this tall guy with such a deep voice could sing so heavenly and he had to close his eyes and focus on it to appreciate it even more.

Suddenly he felt something plush and wet on his mouth. In shock he opened his eyes, only to see a face framed with red hair right in front of him. He grabbed the headphones and placed them back on the table, standing up abruptly.

"Uhm... I- uhm." Baekhyun stammered. He definitely wasn't shy, but being attacked like that was new to him. Not that he minded though.

"Sorry, I just... " Chanyeol scratched his neck and looked down at his feet. "You looked so beautiful there and I... I'm sorry." The tall guy raised his head and looked apologetically at Baekhyun.

"Oh fuck it. " Baekhyun only contemplated for about five seconds, before pushing away any doubts. He closed the distance between the two in an instant and pulled Chanyeol down by grabbing the front of his hoodie, molding their lips together in a hasty kiss.

Baekhyun could feel Chanyeol smirking on his lips, causing the smaller to grab his neck and press their bodies together, eliciting a moan from the tall guy.

Chanyeol suddenly moved backwards in the direction of the still unmade bed slash couch. When they reached the object, the taller let himself fall backwards, Baekhyun in his grip and their lips still attached.

When Baekhyun tried to move a bit, he accidentally pressed their crotches together. They both groaned in pleasure and Chanyeol had to detach their lips to rest his head on the bed for a moment.

"God damn." Chanyeol exclaimed, his eyes closed.

Baekhyun looked at the other confused.

As if the taller could sense it, he opened one eye and looked at the other. "I'm sorry, but you make me crazy."

Baekhyun knitted his brows, trying to understand what the other was saying.

"Just come here." Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun by his neck and pulled him back down so he could reach the other's lips.

Chanyeol's hands soon moved lower and when they reached Baekhyun's perky ass he squeezed it tightly.

Baekhyun smirked into the heated kiss and experimentally ground his hips, gaining a moan from the other.

"Fuck." Chanyeol exclaimed. His grip on Baekhyun's ass tightened, just like his pants did from the growing bulge.

Baekhyun's hands began to roam underneath Chanyeol's hoodie and he wanted the object gone, so he could marvel at the glorious body again.

Chanyeol got the hint and removed the black sweater. Baekhyun immediately took the chance and dove his tongue in between the tight chest muscles. He let his wet muscle trail along the way down over each of the mounts that formed Chanyeol's sixpack, making the latter pant heavily.

Baekhyun noticed Chanyeol wasn't much of a groaner, but he felt like he needed to turn the tall guy into a vocal person. He wanted to hear that deep voice more. So he started to move his hips in a fluid motion and it seemed to work as Chanyeol not only grew impatient, but his breaths got more ragged and soon moans followed.

But before Baekhyun could enjoy his victory, Chanyeol suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled at it. "This has to go. All of it."

They hastily removed the rest of their clothes as if Chanyeol was in a hurry.

"You really do make me crazy and I think you know that." Chanyeol finally said lowly, when Baekhyun was already positioned on Chanyeol's dick, riding him languidly.

Baekhyun just smiled, his eyes closed and enjoying the feeling of being filled up to the brim.

Suddenly Chanyeol thrust up into the other, causing Baekhyun to gasp and glare at the tall guy. The latter just smirked and grabbed Baekhyun's ass cheeks again.

"Ride me." Chanyeol demanded.

Baekhyun started to move his hips faster, only to end up bouncing up and down. When Chanyeol's dick suddenly grazed Baekhyun's spot, he moaned out loud and placed his hands on Chanyeol's chest for support. "Oh fuck." Baekhyun exclaimed and continued to move his hips in the same motion.

Some time into the fucking and skin slapping against skin, someone suddenly knocked furiously on Chanyeol's door.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Chanyeol yelled, his head turned to look at the door behind him, all the while Baekhyun still moved his hips on the taller guy.

"Should I stop?" Baekhyun whispered.

"No." Chanyeol looked back at the other. "Who is it?" He asked loudly.

"It's me Yixing. We wanted to meet half an hour ago to do some jamming in the park!"

"I'm busy right now, Xing!" Chanyeol tried to not sound like he was fucking someone at the moment, but he had trouble stabilizing his voice when Baekhyun was expertly moving his hips on his dick.

"But I came all the way from the other side of town, dude!"

"Fuck damn it, I am fucking someone right now, can you come back later?" Chanyeol had his eyes squeezed shut not caring anymore about revealing what he was doing and trying to concentrate on the tight hole engulfing his member and not on his buddy standing outside the door.

Baekhyun had to surpress a chuckle from Chanyeol's frustrated outburst, but then Chanyeol thrust upwards with force and caused Baekhyun to almost choke.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place. Have fun." The guy outside yelled and patted the door twice. "I'll come back in half an hour! Be done by then!"

Without being interrupted again, they soon both came to an end.

Baekhyun was still positioned on Chanyeol, his head lying on the latters' chest. Both panting heavily.

"I'd like to do that again." Baekhyun mumbled into Chanyeol's skin.

"Me too. But I have to get up and dressed. Xing comes back in ten minutes." Chanyeol moved his head to look at the clock over his desk.

Baekhyun chuckled, leaving small kisses on the others' pecs. "Not now. I mean, like..." he started sucking on the sweaty skin, trailing is tongue along the pert nipples "any time."

"If you don't stop I'll have to cancel my plans with Yixing and fuck you again." Chanyeol deadpanned.

"I wouldn't mind that." Baekhyun smirked into the kiss he was placing along the others' abdominal area.

Suddenly Baekhyun was pushed away. "No, no, no. I don't like canceling plans with my friends." Chanyeol got up from the couch, running around butt naked to collect his clothes and hurry to the bathroom. Baekhyun was just sitting there on the couch pouting a bit, but nontheless admiring the other's perfect ass.

"You can stay and take a shower if you want and watch some show on Netflix." He shouted from inside said shower, the bathroom door still open. Baekhyun lit up a bit with the idea of staying in Chanyeol's place. "Or you can join us in the park?" He peaked his head out through the shower curtain, hair wet and water dripping onto the floor.

Baekhyun looked on in amusement and thought about the others' offer. "I think I'll take the shower and the park then." Baekhyun couldn't hide his happiness of Chanyeol wanting him to join them.

"But you already took me?" Chanyeol chuckled and returned to showering.

"What do you mean?" Baekhyun stared in confusion at the shower curtain that had donuts in different colors on it.

"My last name is Park." Chanyeol shouted, almost drowned out by the water.

Baekhyun slowly processed the information and soon started to laugh. "Very funny."

"I know." Chanyeol removed the curtain, climbing out of the tub. Baekhyun couldn't help but stare at the naked man standing in the bathroom just a few meters away from him.

"I'm glad I got beer all over myself, so I could meet you." Baekhyun suddenly blurted out. It was meant as a thought, but once again his mouth was faster than his brain.

Chanyeol came back into the main room, towel around his hips now and a second one on his head. "Me too." He sat himself down next to Baekhyun and watched the other for a few moments, before clapping his hands together. "Okay now your turn. Xing will be back in less than four minutes. Hurry up!" As soon as Baekhyun stood up to go for a quick shower, Chanyeol used the opportunity and smacked Baekhyun's ass.

"Hey!" Baekhyun turned around and stared at the other.

"I thought you like that." Chanyeol said with a smirk and Baekhyun returned the gesture with his tongue stuck out.

Twenty minutes later and Baekhyun was sitting cross-legged in the park on the grass with Chanyeol and Yixing both jamming on the guitar.

"Hey, aren't you also majoring in music?" Yixing asked, while strumming a few chords.

"Yeah you're right, but unlike you guys with your instruments and music making I am trained to be a vocalist." Baekhyun answered with a smile, swaying along to the melody.

"Really?" Chanyeol suddenly burst out.

"Didn't you know?" Yixing stared at his friend in confusion. "I thought you guys were fooling around?"

"Yeah well we haven't actually talked much..." Chanyeol's gaze was focused on his guitar, his ears turning the same color as his hair.

Baekhyun had to laugh out loud. "We were busy with other things." He said, smirking.

Chanyeol looked up and smiled at the other mischievously.

"Okay, I get it." Yixing said and focused back on playing the guitar. "Do you mind singing for us then?"

"No, not at all." Baekhyun smiled brightly, not noticing Chanyeol staring at him with a glint in his eyes.

"Cool. I'll just play some chords and you can do whatever comes to your mind, okay?" Baekhyun nodded and waited for them to start.

Yixing began with a slow melody, soon joined by Chanyeol accompanying him with occassional taps to the guitar using it as a drum.

Baekhyun closed his eyes and listened to the song unfolding. He started to hum along at first and soon began to sing yeah's and oh's.

Then suddenly Chanyeol changed the melody to something else and without noticing Baekhyun sang along to it, having recognized the song.

When the last chord was played, Baekhyun opened his eyes and looked at Yixing who was staring at a flustered Chanyeol.

"Hm?" Baekhyun didn't know what had happened.

"Why did you guys suddenly start playing I'm In Love by Ra.D?" Yixing asked, the guitar lying flat on his lap.

"We did?" Baekhyun knitted his brows in confusion and looked at Chanyeol, who's ears were even more red than they were earlier. He looked down at his own guitar, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, anyways. Should we do another song?" Chanyeol changed the topic fast and both Yixing and Baekhyun exchanged curious gazes, before shrugging it off and continuing with the music making.

"Is that Chanyeol?" Kyungsoo asked. He was back from his parents' house and now currently looking at Baekhyun's phone lying next to them on the desk where their keyboards and mouses were being attacked by them. They had been playing Overwatch for about three hours now, celebrating Kyungsoo's return.

"I guess." Baekhyun was focused on the screen in front of him.

"How is it goin- YES! WOO!" Kyungsoo screamed in victory.

"I don't know really. I mean we've been hooking up for about three months now and sometimes I feel like he wants more, but then I'm not sure, because we don't do much talking - AH FUCK NO!!" Baekhyun smashed his fists on the table in front of him.

"But if it was just a one night stand thing or anything of the like he wouldn't text you this much." Kyungsoo motioned with his head to the buzzing object. It must've been at least five messages now.

"Who knows..." Baekhyun sighed in defeat at the screen that was indicating his loss. Frustrated he picked up his phone and looked at the text messages.

Chanyeol What are you doing?

Chanyeol Are you playing Overwatch?

Chanyeol I'm online too now

Chanyeol Is your username ByunShin92? - nice take on the name btw lol

Chanyeol Ha! I just killed you! ehehe

"Dude, I just got defeated by Chanyeol." Baekhyun stared at his phone and then at his screen. "This bitch."

"So you think you can challenge me on Overwatch and get through with this?" Baekhyun was on top of Chanyeol, both of them stark naked and already sweaty from the foreplay.

"I'm sorry if I'm better than you." Chanyeol smirked at the other playfully.

Baekhyun moved his hips, causing Chanyeol's face to contort in pleasure. "Yeah and I'm sorry that I make you crazy."

"You know you do." Chanyeol said, his eyes squeezed shut as Baekhyun continued to rub their crotches together, their lengths touching.

Baekhyun moved his head down to Chanyeol's ear, nipping at the lobe, before lowly whispering "Fuck me."

Chanyeol groaned out loud, grabbing Baekhyun by the arms and pushing him down, while he got up from his lying position.

"I'll fuck you raw, ByunShin." Chanyeol glared into Baekhyun's eyes and the latter had to shiver.

Suddenly the door to Baekhyun's room openend and a small black clothed figure came in. "Oh damn, sorry!" Kyungsoo blurted out, covering his eyes in the process.

"Fucking hell, Soo! I told you to come back only after seven! It's five thirty now!" Baekhyun exclaimed, Chanyeol totally unmoving on top of him and gruntling something that sounded like "can't people just fuck in peace once".

"I'm sorry I forgot my glasses and thought you guys were dressed and just having a gaming date." Kyungsoo scrunched his nose, trying to find the wanted object without looking at the other two.

"They're on the table." Baekhyun said annoyed, Chanyeol defeatedly letting himself fall on top of the other.

"Found them! Go on now and have fun! Bye!" And as soon as Kyungsoo was there, he was gone again bumping his toe on the door in the process and wincing in pain. A loud "Ouch, fuck" was heard from the hallway.

"So..." Baekhyun said, looking at a bunch of red hair right under his chin.

Chanyeol looked up into the others eyes "So."

Baekyhun thought about something for a moment and then stemmed himself up on his elbows. "How about we go back to this right here later and just do what Kyungsoo assumed we were actually doing?" Baekhyun said to Chanyeol, looking at the monitors on the table behind him.

"Hm. Sure. I'll beat you anytime anywhere!" Chanyeol proclaimed, jumping up onto his feet and sitting himself down on the chair.

"You seriously wanna play naked?" Baekhyun stared at the other from where he was sitting.

"Yeah why not? Your roommate has already seen us naked now and we definitely do not have to hide anything. Despite, it's summer." Chanyeol winked and started Baekhyun's computer.

Baekhyun just shook his head and soon accompanied the other.

They played for about an hour, when Baekhyun had enough of Chanyeol defeating him over and over again. He shoved the other on the shoulder, only to be shoved back and before anyone knew what was going on they were already lying on the floor playfully tussling around.

When Chanyeol finally had Baekhyun pinned to the floor, he looked at the other for a few moments before diving in to claim a kiss.

Their lips molded together and Baekhyun let out a mewl, giving Chanyeol the chance to lick at the others' tongue, wanting to deepen the lip lock.

It soon turned into a heated make out session and them being already naked definitely had it's perks.

Baekhyun was busy sucking on Chanyeol's leaking cock all the while playing with the others' balls in the process, when someone came inside the room once again.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Baekhyun looked up, letting go of Chanyeol's member with a pop.

"Jesus, it's already after seven and you told me seven! So do not blame me on your untamable hormones you guys." Kyungsoo was still standing in the open door, people being able to look inside if someone came by and Chanyeol just draped an arm over his face in defeat.

"Maybe we should go for a real date, Byun." Chanyeol exclaimed with a sigh.

"You think?" Baekhyun suddenly stared at the giant lying on the floor, his cock standing proud in the air, glistening with spit.

"Yeah. I mean it seems like no one will let us fuck in peace, so we might as well start doing stuff we can be interrupted in - without the both of us being naked." Chanyeol removed his arm and looked at the other. "To be honest. I really want to get to know you better - and I mean not your body, I know that quite well already." The tall guy winked at Baekhyun.

An "Awww" was heard from the entry way where the already forgotten Kyungsoo had been standing.

"Oh yeah, you're still there." Baekhyun remarked and moved to stand up.

"Whoa, we might be roommates, but I have been seeing enough penises for the day. I'll leave you guys to get finished or covered or whatever. I'll be at Jongin's place." Kyungsoo said with closed eyes while trying to cover Baekhyun's dick from his peripheral view.

And then he was gone once again.

"You really mean that? The date thing?" Baekhyun turned around to see Chanyeol still lying on the floor.

"Yeah. I think we can both agree that we have a lot in common and honestly, I want this to be more than interrupted fucking." Chanyeol looked up at Baekhyun with a smile.

"I don't think I can refuse this offer with a view like this." Baekhyun said with a laugh at Chanyeol who was still sporting a half hard on, one leg propped up on the floor and his arm supporting his head.

"Well then it's settled! And now come here and finish what you started." Chanyeol used the other hand to wave Baekhyun over and pointing at his dick.

Baekhyun could only laugh and silently thank Minseok for having him dragged out to a party.

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