In which there are special services
Baekhyun supposes he should have just left the brightly wrapped human-sized box with the large, tacky red bow just as it was. It is obviously meant for his birthday, and since Chanyeol hasn’t been bothering him the whole day he sort of guesses what it is.
He contemplates leaving it there for the whole night, but then he relents after a few moments, telling himself it’s because he doesn’t want a dead body on his conscience.
Or a more scary thought - he might get jumped on in the middle of the night while he is unprepared as opposed to now where he actually has some semblance of mental preparation for the crazy waiting to be unleashed once he opens the box.
He barely even yelps when he pulls open the ribbon, and out pops an entirely naked Chanyeol who immediately glomps onto Baekhyun, pushing the both of them onto the ground.
It says a lot when Baekhyun only sighs. “So let me guess, you’re my birthday present.”
Chanyeol replies exactly the way Baekhyun expects. “Uhuh. Since you like me a lot, I thought I might give myself to you for the night!”
The next part however, Baekhyun doesn’t expect. “And I thought, to make it really special…” Baekhyun’s eyes widen when there are lips suddenly attacking his neck and he gasps. “I thought I’d give you some of my special services.”
The lips against his neck are unexpectedly sinful, and Baekhyun is part horrified that he is actually responding to the touch and the fingers now sneaking under his shirt - because, fuck. This is Chanyeol. He shouldn’t be this turned on by his crazy friend who sometimes put out traps at night because he didn’t want the evil stork to come into his room to put a baby into his womb - never mind that Baekhyun told him that he was a guy and didn’t have a womb. Trying to keep himself grounded, Baekhyun stutters. “W-what? What do you mean special services?”
But of course, Chanyeol misinterprets the question, and his lips only trail up to Baekhyun’s ear. Chanyeol’s voice is huskier than usual, and Baekhyun doesn’t know why, but the words that fall from Chanyeol’s lips puts in his mind waterfalls of silky smooth molten chocolate. “Well, of course it’s special when it’s done by us Pyros. You do know that proverb about Pyros and how they are in bed right?”
“I… no…” Baekhyun moans, because, shit, fingers against his ass, not good. Abort. Abort. Ab - fizz.
Baekhyun is pretty sure that a laugh isn’t supposed to make his spine purr the way it does. “Ah. Well, then I guess I should just show you, huh?”
Baekhyun yelps when he’s shoved onto the bed and Chanyeol towers over him. He winces a little when a hand goes onto his belt because shit. Suddenly, he’s scared.
Chanyeol lets out a small sigh, and for a moment, Baekhyun thinks he sees something like tenderness in Chanyeol’s gaze. “Yah. Don’t worry. This is just a present from me as a friend. Don’t expect this all the time.”
And on that count, Baekhyun closes his eyes, and gets assaulted by the most amazing thing he’s ever felt in his life.
~*~
“…What in the…”
Kyungsoo’s judging look is back when Baekhyun walks into the classroom surrounded by a glow. But this glow is different from the usual ones - rosy tinted and soft, like a warm, steady candle’s.
Even Sehun can tell something is off when Jongin, in trying to get Baekhyun’s attention, tells him that Chanyeol had jumped into the pool while strip dancing, and the only response he gets is Baekhyun’s cheeks turning a dusted pink like a bride’s on her wedding day.
“Yah! Chanyeol! Do you know what’s wrong with Baekhyun? Or at least maybe what this strange glow is?” Jongin calls out to the Pyro as he saunters in, looking as chirpy and crazy as he usually is - possibly even more than usual.
“Hmm? Oh no, there’s nothing wrong with Baekhyun-ah.” Chanyeol answers cheerily. “That’s just his afterglow.”
It takes a moment, but it happens. And then there are varying looks of absolute horrified astonishment when they all understand.
Chanyeol just smirks when Baekhyun’s glow intensifies.
[A/N: Happy birthday Baekhyun ^^]