Troisieme
Chanyeol’s Baekhyun is a complex little thing, Kris learns. When he first appears, he’s timid and says few words, clings to Chanyeol as if he’s a safety blanket come to life. In a word, Baekhyun is cute and his temperament is endearing and warms Kris’s slightly frigid heart whenever he comes around.
The relationship progresses and becomes more serious. Baekhyun spends the night more often and becomes an occasional fixture at the breakfast table; Chanyeol and Kris alike find it a bit unsettling when the third seat is empty. Chanyeol has a certain glow to him, an extra skip in his step, on those days that they have breakfast for three, and Kris is sure he knows exactly why.
One day, Kris falls ill with a fever. It has him in bed all day, only waking up to refill his glass with ice water. Chanyeol checks on him a few times but suddenly disappears, but Kris is too delirious with fever to acknowledge it. After what he estimates to be about thirteen hours of sleep and several glasses of water, his fever finally breaks and the ache in every muscle disappears. He feels so good that he just wants to take a shower and go right back to sleep, so he decides he’ll do just that.
As soon as he steps out of his room, robe and toothbrush in hand, he trips over a rogue sneaker. Minutely peeved, he kicks the shoe out of the way and continues on his way toward the bathroom.
It’s not until he steps on a t-shirt that Kris realizes he’s following a trail of clothes as he approaches the bathroom. Chanyeol’s bedroom door is a few feet away from the bathroom’s, so when Kris glances ahead to see how far the trail of clothes goes he’s not sure if he’s shocked that it ends where Chanyeol’s room begins or not. Maybe he’s more shocked by the fact that Chanyeol’s door is actually partially open, since Chanyeol usually had it shut whether or not he was home.
Kris gets closer to Chanyeol’s room and can hear the subtle squeaking of Chanyeol’s mattress and short, puffed breaths and quiet moans and whispers. He’s now faced with the challenge of tip-toeing past the room so as to not disturb them paired with trying to avoid embarrassment if he happens to glance in and get an eyeful. Of course, the latter would be his own fault, but it could also be the fault of Chanyeol and Baekhyun since they so irresponsibly left the door open.
He wouldn’t look, though. It would be weird if he looked.
Kris quiets his steps as best he can as he begins to defeat the foot and a half danger zone, and in his nervousness he drops his toothbrush. It clatters to the floor as if he’d dropped something much heavier -- everything was louder after dark, wasn’t it? -- and as he stoops to pick it up, he reflexively glances into Chanyeol’s room to make sure they hadn’t heard him.
He looked. He looked even though he said he wouldn’t. Part of him wonders if he dropped the toothbrush so he’d have an excuse to look.
Through the sliver in the doorway, Kris catches sight of Baekhyun on all fours with Chanyeol behind him, his large hands gripping the crests of Baekhyun’s hips with brute force. Slackjawed, Baekhyun slightly opens his closed eyes and, to Kris’s horror, looks straight into Kris’s eyes.
Kris wants to break the stare and walk away, but he can’t because he’s trying to figure out if Baekhyun is really smirking at him while Chanyeol slams into him. Baekhyun emits a loud groan that forces Kris to leap out of sight as Chanyeol slaps a hand over Baekhyun’s mouth and hushes him.
“You have to be quiet,” he hears Chanyeol whisper, and Baekhyun moans a “mm-hmm” in reply as Kris finds his bearings and speedwalks the rest of the way to the bathroom. He shuts the door quietly and leans against it, breathless as if he’d been running all day.
Chanyeol’s Baekhyun is a complex little thing. A person had to be very intricately wired to be able to hide such blatant sexual deviance under the guise of being a churchmouse.
In the days that follow, Kris finds himself avoiding Baekhyun’s eye contact. Whenever Chanyeol is distracted, Baekhyun makes a concerted effort to get Kris to return his gaze, only to give up when Kris stares at his feet or leaves the room completely. It gets to the point where Kris is overcome with anxiety if he and Baekhyun are alone in the same room for too long. He starts wondering if Baekhyun will try to corner him and seduce him, even though the thought of Baekhyun, who is so much smaller than him, overpowering him is worth a laugh.
What’s scary is that if Baekhyun tried, he could probably do it. The image of Baekhyun with hooded, glazed-over eyes has been seared into Kris’s retinas for days on end and it was beginning to make him think he’d willingly give in to temptation if granted the chance.
But Baekhyun never makes a move, probably because he’s positively smitten with Chanyeol, or maybe because Kris was suffering from paranoia and overthinking Baekhyun’s attempts at friendliness or maybe a bit of both.
“You know what Baekhyun told me the other night?” Chanyeol says out of the blue about a week after the encounter.
Kris shrugs. “I wouldn’t have a clue.”
“We were drinking together and talking about our fantasies,” Chanyeol says. “I won’t go into what mine is, because that’s too much information, but Baekhyun said he wanted to try a threesome.”
Kris gulps. “Oh.”
“Which was shocking to me, because... I don’t know, he doesn’t seem like the type? He doesn’t even like to hold hands or kiss in public, much less share sex with a third person. Or so I thought.” Chanyeol sighs and shrugs his shoulders.
“Does that... bother you, or something?” Kris asks cautiously.
Chanyeol shakes his head. “No, not really. I’d actually want to honor his wishes but I don’t know who would be into that kind of thing.” He looks at Kris, who tries to keep all traces of eagerness and pick me! out of his features. “Maybe he already has someone in mind. I don’t know, we didn’t really talk about it.”
Kris isn’t one to let opportunities get away from him so easily, so it’s killing him to bite his tongue. He basically has Chanyeol’s blessing but he’s too worried about coming off the wrong way and possibly endangering their friendship (which would be bad, since they still had a year on their lease and it would be expensive to cancel it).
“Well, I mean...” And there he goes. There’s no stopping him now. “I... if you were, like, okay with it...”
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow. “Huh?”
“I can... be the third person...” Kris winces as if saying the words hurt him, waiting for Chanyeol to respond.
Chanyeol’s other eyebrow shifts to meet the other. “...Really?”
“I -- no -- yeah -- I don’t know?” Kris has to look away from Chanyeol now; he’s embarrassing himself severely.
“Well... okay. We can talk to him about it tonight because he’s coming over,” Chanyeol says.
“Tonight?” Kris asks, alarmed.
“Just to talk about it! I’m not saying he’ll be for it, because he... I don’t know, he probably will or he probably won’t but... it’s up to him. It’s his fantasy, after all.” Chanyeol smirks. “And, apparently, also your fantasy.”
“I didn’t say that,” Kris mumbles.
But he was thinking it.
Chanyeol’s in the shower when Baekhyun arrives, so Kris has to open the door for him. As the door opens, Baekhyun smiles and cocks his head to the side. “Good evening,” Baekhyun says.
“Hello to you, too,” Kris replies, trying to keep his voice even. Baekhyun breezes past him and he flinches; he’s still on edge being alone around him and now he’s nervous about the impending conversation. Part of him hope it never happens but the other part of him wants to get it out of the way for his own wellbeing.
“Where is he?” Baekhyun asks, turning to face Kris as he shuts the door. Kris points in the direction of the bathroom and in the silence, they can hear the shower running. “Has he been in there long?”
“No, but he should be out in a bit,” Kris says, and then he wonders why he felt the need to say that since Baekhyun should know all of Chanyeol’s habits by now.
“Well, I only asked because I wanted to talk to you about the other night.” Baekhyun smiles a bit. “You know what I’m talking about, right?”
He does, but instead Kris says, “No... not quite sure.”
Baekhyun chuckles and shrugs a shoulder. “Well, nevermind, then.” He narrows his eyes at Kris, who takes a deep breath and starts for the kitchen.
“Do you want a drink?” Kris asks.
“What do you have?” Baekhyun responds. He leans against the kitchen doorjamb and eyes Kris as he peers into the fridge.
“The usual -- soju, beer, wine... take your pick.” Kris glances at Baekhyun then back into the fridge.
“Ugh, I hate the taste of soju and beer,” Baekhyun says, slinking in. “I’m not a big wine fan, either, but I’ll take some of that.”
“If you don’t like soju, wine, or beer, what else is there to like?” Kris asks with a laugh. He’s trying his hardest to be friendly. “You don’t seem like the hard liquor type.”
“You’d be surprised.” The tone of Baekhyun’s voice has Kris looking at him again, and it’s clear that the show of attention contents Baekhyun from the way the corners of his lips turn up into a smile.
The bathroom door opens and there’s the sound of wet footsteps as Chanyeol comes to peek around the corner. Seeing no one, he walks toward the kitchen and pokes his head in. “You’re here early,” Chanyeol says to Baekhyun.
Baekhyun looks at him over his shoulder. “No, I’m on time. You’re late,” he says playfully.
Chanyeol wrinkles his nose. “Let me just get dressed. I’ll be back.” He makes eye contact with Kris and gives him a nod. Kris nods back but feels sick to his stomach; this conversation is going to happen whether he likes it or not.
“So, Baekhyun, I wanted to run something by you,” Chanyeol says, drink in hand and an arm around Baekhyun as they sit next to each other on the couch. Kris sits quietly across from them, scratching at his cuticles.
“What?” Baekhyun asks.
“Well, I was telling Kris about what you told me the other night,” Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun puzzles at him. “You know, the fantasy thing.”
“Oh my god...” Baekhyun purses his lips and punches Chanyeol square in the thigh. “I can’t believe you told him about that,” he whispers.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed! I told him and he said he’d be more than happy to be the third you're looking for.”
“Well, I... I didn’t say that,” Kris chimes in, shooting Chanyeol a look. “I just... suggested myself. I... didn’t say I’d be more than happy to or anything.”
“But you want to, right?” Chanyeol asks, and Baekhyun shifts uneasily in his seat. “I thought that’s what you meant. If that’s not the case, then --”
“No, it’s what I meant, I just didn’t say it in such certain terms,” Kris says, staring daggers into Chanyeol now.
“Okay, so you... you’re into the whole idea of a threesome?” Baekhyun asks.
Kris wants to nod but admission to such a thing embarrasses him so he gives a half-hearted shrug instead. “I’ll try anything at least once. I guess.”
“Well,” Baekhyun says with a smile. “That was easier than I imagined it would be. Thank you, baby.” He says the latter to Chanyeol and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “So, when are we going to do this? Tonight would be ideal.”
“Tonight?” Kris says in the same manner as earlier. “Like... tonight?”
“I wasn’t aware that there were more than one tonights,” Baekhyun replies with a chuckle. “What, are you nervous?”
“N-no, I just... didn’t expect that you’d... want to do that tonight, is all,” Kris says. Now Baekhyun’s making him stutter and it frustrates him because all of this isn’t his style. I’m regressing, Kris manages to think.
“I don’t see why not,” Baekhyun says. He glances at Chanyeol. “Right?”
“Yeah, I mean, we’re going to end up having sex tonight anyway.” Baekhyun clenches his fist again but keeps it to himself; Chanyeol’s lips were a lot looser after a few drinks and he knew that. “Why waste an opportunity, right?”
Baekhyun smiles broadly. “See? What are we waiting for?”
Kris gulps and nods.
What’s the worst that can happen?
They continue drinking after the conversation ends, and once they’re all good and drunk Baekhyun is climbing into Chanyeol’s lap and kissing him and rolling his hips down onto his. Kris watches, less apprehensive now that he’s gotten a few drinks into him. His eyes drift to Baekhyun’s ass as Chanyeol grabs it with both hands and gives it a squeeze.
Seeing this is new for Kris, seeing as Baekhyun used to play so coy and only ever show Chanyeol any intimacy when Kris wasn’t looking or in private. It’s tamer, much tamer, than what he’d seen the week previous, but it interests him to see both sides of the coin.
Chanyeol’s hands disappear to work on undoing Baekhyun’s pants, to which Baekhyun proclaims that they should take their activities to the bedroom. Chanyeol agrees, Kris merely follows them, and they don’t bother closing the door because there’s no one else in the apartment who they need to guard their privacy from.
“Why are you so far away, Kris?” Baekhyun asks breathlessly as Chanyeol sucks and licks at his neck.
“I just want to watch, first,” he says, and Baekhyun gives him a knowing look. “I’ll get myself involved soon, I promise.” He leans against the wall in front of the bed, watching intently.
Kris finds himself holding his breath as Chanyeol and Baekhyun disrobe in front of him and get onto the bed, where Baekhyun pushes Chanyeol onto his back and kisses a trail from his chest to his thighs. He sits back on his haunches, giving Kris more than an eyeful as he curls a hand around Chanyeol’s cock and gives it a lick from base to head.
He does this for quite some time, changing it up by swirling his tongue around the head of Chanyeol’s cock or delving further down to suck one of his balls into his mouth. Chanyeol arches his back up off of the bed and tries to guide Baekhyun to where he wants him, with his lips tight around him, but Baekhyun takes his time.
Kris has undone his own pants by now, casting aside his reservations as he fists his erection and pumps it slowly. Baekhyun takes Chanyeol into his mouth now and pushes all the way down in one go, causing Chanyeol to squeeze his eyes shut and groan aloud. Baekhyun does this until he gags, which causes him to back off, a thick string of saliva hanging between his tongue and the head of Chanyeol’s cock. He takes two fingers of his free hand and slicks them up with the mess he’s deliberately made, then brings those fingers back behind him as he continues to suck Chanyeol off. He spreads his legs a bit more as he pushes his fingers inside himself and drags them in and out shallowly.
“I want you to fuck me,” Baekhyun whispers up at Chanyeol. “Right now.”
Kris bites into his lip as Baekhyun turns and faces him, on his hands and knees, and Chanyeol sits up and sidles up behind him. Baekhyun gives Kris a smirk identical to the one he gave him when he caught him watching without permission, a smirk that fades into a silent o as Chanyeol pushes into him.
“Come here,” Baekhyun murmurs at Kris. Kris approaches and no sooner than he’s within arms range of Baekhyun is Baekhyun tugging him even closer and taking Kris into his mouth.
Baekhyun is incredible at what he does. He hums in pleasure around Kris’s hardness and gazes up at him the entire time, smiling when he draws back and pumps him a few times with his hand. How he manages to remain so composed is beyond Kris, but it’s the last thing on his mind in that moment.
“Take them off,” Baekhyun whispers, pushing at Kris’s pants. His hand falls and curls into the sheets as Chanyeol hits that spot deep within him and makes him cry out.
Kris does as he’s told and suddenly isn’t sure what to do next. Baekhyun and Chanyeol seem to be enjoying themselves and he doesn’t want to intervene; he decides to wait until he’s instructed further.
Chanyeol thrusts hard, once, into Baekhyun and grins as Baekhyun croons and his elbows buckle. He looks at Kris and raises his eyebrows. “Your turn,” he says.
He pulls out and Baekhyun giggles in excitement, his eyes closed, face against the bed and ass up in the air. Kris climbs onto the bed as Chanyeol sits back to watch.
“I want to get on top,” Baekhyun says as Kris puts his hands on his hips. He turns around and pushes Kris onto his back, then hurriedly straddles him. He takes Kris’s cock into his hand and eases it inside of him, letting out a pleased hum as he does.
Baekhyun is impossibly tight, despite using his fingers on himself and having Chanyeol inside of him prior. He rises and falls with painstaking slowness, and it takes every fiber of Kris's might to not grab him by the hips and set the ideal rhythm himself. Once Baekhyun adjusts, however, he picks up speed and is moaning aloud on every downthrust. Suddenly, his breath is staccato and his body begins to shake and he's panting and cussing.
"Did you just --" Kris swallows his words as Baekhyun gazes into his eyes, pupils blown wide.
"Wasn't that beautiful?" Chanyeol says. "There's nothing sexier than when he cums like that. Reminds me of a girl." Baekhyun shoots him a look and Chanyeol only smiles. "Don't move," Chanyeol says, and he moves from the side of the bed to behind Baekhyun. He gestures for Kris to sit up, and he does.
"What are you going to do to me?" Baekhyun asks in a low voice, but Chanyeol only hushes him while he snaps closed the cap of a bottle of lube. He strokes himself a few times before Kris can feel his cock flush against his own, struggling to squeeze into Baekhyun's already tight fit. Baekhyun hisses an exasperated "oh fuck" and digs his fingernails into Kris's shoulders. And then he lets out that same contented giggle and bites his lip, moaning throatily at the enhanced fullness. "Are you going to try to fuck me like this?"
Chanyeol answers with a small thrust that Kris follows suit with. Baekhyun closes his eyes and his jaw goes lax. The two of them continue fucking up into Baekhyun and Kris ignores the fact that the sensation of Chanyeol's cock squeezed in tight and moving alongside his is turning him on more than anything.
Kris starts stroking Baekhyun's hardness, his wrist making fast, unsyncopated flicks that has Baekhyun bucking up into his fist. Chanyeol watches in silent wonder, pressing kisses into Baekhyun's shoulder, whispering all sorts of filthy things. Baekhyun suddenly bats at Kris's hand then pushes it away completely.
"You're about to make me cum," Baekhyun says with shuddering breaths. "I don't want to cum yet; I want to make you two cum first..."
The sound Baekhyun makes as he wriggles his body upward and two cocks slide out of him is positively electric. He gets on his knees and sits back on his ankles between the two of them, takes their cocks into each of his hands, and starts stroking, his fist tight and rotating slowly on every pull.
He smiles as a pair of hands caress his ass and thigh and the other pair move along his collarbone and cup his chin. The two kiss him gratefully, nipping at his ears and licking his neck. They move away at the same instant and Baekhyun pulls his head back and glances at them. Without uttering a word, they understand exactly what he wants.
There’s a sharp, excited intake of breath from Baekhyun as Kris and Chanyeol kiss each other, fingers carding through each other’s hair and gripping each other’s faces as if neither of them wanted the other to separate from him just yet.
There’s a mutual separation, though, as the two pant into each other’s mouths, foreheads pressed tightly together. Baekhyun picks up speed and watches as the two men before him quiver and moan and hold tight to each other as they coast over the edge. Anything that Baekhyun doesn’t catch on his hands splatters onto the stomach and thigh of the other, and they fall back trembling.
Baekhyun’s licking his hands clean when Kris and Chanyeol recover, pushing him back onto the mattress and pinning his arms over his head. Chanyeol strokes Baekhyun’s cock and Kris massages his balls and the two of them put their mouths flush against Baekhyun’s ear and growl all sorts of things that have Baekhyun squirming and moaning and begging for use of his hands until he, too, careens over the edge and cums hot onto his stomach.
He lets out a shuddering breath as Chanyeol and Kris move to his navel and lick up his mess together, then tangles his fingers in their hair and drags them back to him for kisses.
“Incredible,” Baekhyun whispers. “Absolutely incredible.”
Breakfast the next morning is quieter than usual. Baekhyun is coy again, playing idly with his food while he sneaks glances between Chanyeol and Kris. The latter two exchange smiles and nothing more.
“We should do that again sometime,” Baekhyun says, his voice hoarse. “Not every time... but soon. Please.”
Kris looks at Chanyeol. “How do you feel about that?” he asks.
“As long as he,” Chanyeol points at Baekhyun, “isn’t the only one getting fucked, I’m game.”
Baekhyun emits a shocked laugh. “Well, this is new. You won’t let me anywhere near your ass with anything but a finger and my mouth and now, suddenly, you want to get fucked?”
Chanyeol glances at Kris, then gives Baekhyun a look. “I guess it depends on the person.”
Baekhyun raises an eyebrow, but nods in understanding. “I don’t have a problem with this. Do you, Kris?”
“Not at all,” Kris says, and the conversation ends there.
Baekhyun usually leaves by noon, but that day he doesn’t leave until the sun’s getting ready to descend beneath the ocean.