From Your Cranium to the Patella
Title: From Your Cranium to the Patella
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,150
Warnings: Biology terms, Fail!Kris
Summary: Kris sucks at Biology.
(The same AU as Kris Wu, Hottie of the Year)
Damn, Baekhyun is so fucking cute.
That mole above his lip is so fucking cute.
Goddamn it, he’s perfect.
He’s-
“Kris, are you listening?”
He snaps out of his daily admiration of Baekhyun’s face, body and everything Baekhyun and focuses on his boyfriend.
“Yes,” Kris attempts at a very bad lie, “Yes I am.”
Baekhyun crosses his arms and pointedly glances at him. “Then tell me what I just explained to you.”
Kris blinks and tries to recall what Baekhyun said three minutes earlier. Something about proteins? Polypepsides? Polypepdites? All he remembers is the way Baekhyun lips move, the pink flesh so tantalising and sensual, he wants to run his tongue over it.
He stares at Baekhyun, who is now frowning at the lack of reply from Kris and - damn he looks so cute when his brow creases like this.
“You look so cute when your brow creases like this,” he blurts, noting the way Baekhyun’s expression shifts from mild confusion to utter exasperation. Kris should really invest on that brain-mouth filter from ebay.
Baekhyun sighs, rubbing his temples. “You’re going to fail your Biology test.”
Baekhyun’s Cute Moment #9012635: Captured, Kris’ brain informs him. He rises from his seat opposite of Baekhyun and slides beside him, planting a quick kiss on his temple.
“Baby,” he pouts, interlacing their fingers together under the table, “I can’t concentrate with you around.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Your existence is enough.”
Kris leans in and tries to find his way to Baekhyun’s lips. The same lips that has been taunting him since the beginning of this tutoring session an hour ago, the ones that he hasn’t kissed for an hour, the ones that he had been staring at while Baekhyun rambles on about enzymes and subplots… subslates… substate? Whatever.
A delicate hand roughly clamps over his mouth and pushes him away.
“We’re in public,” Baekhyun says, returning his attention to the colourfully highlighted notes. “And you’re fucking gross.”
Kris squawks. He is Kris Wu, Hottie of the Year, and he is not about to let the human digestive system take over Baekhyun’s attention. He’s the one Baekhyun should be looking at!
Circling his arms around Baekhyun’s waist, he lightly pepper kisses from Baekhyun’s jaw down his neck. He feels the other relaxing into his embrace and the hold on his pen slackening. Kris mentally punches the air in triumph. Well, that was before Baekhyun suddenly pulls away and glares at him.
With a terrifying look enough to kill puppies, Baekhyun points the pen at him. “Kris Wu. You are going to listen to me and you are going to listen very carefully.”
Kris gulps, the impending sense of doom gnawing at him.
“From now till the day you get an A for your test, you are not allowed to touch me,” Baekhyun announces seriously.
“What! Baek baby, no-“
“No hugging. No holding hands. No kissing. No squeezing my ass. No eye raping me.”
“But eye raping isn’t counted as touching!” Kris cries, ignoring the alarmed looks from the table of middle-aged ladies nearby.
“I can almost feel ghostly hands groping every part of me every time you do that.”
Kris groans, thumping his head down on the coffee-stained table. “You’re shitting me!”
Baekhyun is not shitting him.
Chanyeol guffaws when Kris narrates this to him, almost choking on his half-eaten sandwich and almost spitting some of it out at him.
“It’s not funny.”
It really isn’t because every time Kris attempts to lay any part of his body nearer than a ruler’s length near Baekhyun, the shorter boy shuns it and shoots him a warning glower. While he whines at the lack of physical contact, he can’t help but think he looks so bloody cute. Thank you, Jesus.
“I’m Baekhyun deprived,” Kris wails, slamming his fists on the canteen table like a tantrum-throwing toddler.
“Dude, it’s only been a day. Tomorrow’s your test.”
“Exactly! I miss pinching his cheeks, I miss wrapping my arms around his tiny waist, I miss sliding my hands into the back pocket of his jeans and-”
“Dude.”
“- I miss running my hands down his calves. Did you know that his calves are hairless? It’s so smooth; I would build a shrine for it. Caress it all day, worship it-“
“Dude,” Chanyeol violently shakes his shoulders and gets Kris to look at him. “If you want to touch him so badly, why don’t you just study for your test?”
“Oh.”
“What is an amylase? It sounds like a shoe shop.”
“So wait, the bile duct secretes… bile? How does that make sense.”
“The large intestine is the one that carries shit, right?”
“I did it!” Kris dashes into Baekhyun’s dorm a few days later and extends the crumbled test paper in front of him. He is panting from the sprint from Biology class to his boyfriend’s dorm, dyed blonde hair in a mess and shoelaces untied.
Baekhyun is a living picture of tranquillity as he calmly closes his copy of Looking for Alaska, grabs the stapled piece of paper, and scans the bright red ‘A’ written on the cover page.
Baekhyun grins immediately and yanks Kris down to the bed by his neck, tightly embracing the startled boy.
“I’m so proud of you,” he giggles, giving Kris a quick peck on his lips. “I’m impressed.”
Kris wriggle his brows, “Do I get a reward for my good effort?”
The smaller boy snorts, but nonetheless presses their lips together in a needy and passionate kiss, tongue grazing and hands moving lower.
Baekhyun lets out a small noise at the back of his throat before pulling away and asking, “There. Happy?”
“Oh hell no,” Kris replies, pushing Baekhyun down to the bed and hovering over him. “It’s been so long and I’m going to savour every part of you.”
“From your cranium.” He leaves a kiss on Baekhyun’s forehead and moves lower, kissing a line down his torso. “To your nutella.”
“Patella,” Baekhyun corrects, shirt unbuttoned and bangs falling over half his face. “The kneecap is called a patella.”
“Stop smiling. Your face is going to crack and I’m not cleaning up after you,” Chanyeol grimaces and throws a dirty face towel at Kris, who pays no mind to it.
“I finally got to fuck him after so long. Let me be, okay. I studied so hard for that damn biology test.”
Chanyeol sneers, zipping up his gym bag and standing from the benches, “Don’t you mean ‘copied from your classmate’?”
“You, what?”
A wave of chills roll down Kris’ spine as he fearfully turns to the entrance of the sports hall. Baekhyun stands there akimbo, with a face that could be interpreted as Kris Wu you are dead meat.
He trembles as he sees Baekhyun striding over with all the grace of a murderous ballerina while Chanyeol mutters a quick bye before slinking away.
Ah, fuck.
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,150
Warnings: Biology terms, Fail!Kris
Summary: Kris sucks at Biology.
(The same AU as Kris Wu, Hottie of the Year)
Damn, Baekhyun is so fucking cute.
That mole above his lip is so fucking cute.
Goddamn it, he’s perfect.
He’s-
“Kris, are you listening?”
He snaps out of his daily admiration of Baekhyun’s face, body and everything Baekhyun and focuses on his boyfriend.
“Yes,” Kris attempts at a very bad lie, “Yes I am.”
Baekhyun crosses his arms and pointedly glances at him. “Then tell me what I just explained to you.”
Kris blinks and tries to recall what Baekhyun said three minutes earlier. Something about proteins? Polypepsides? Polypepdites? All he remembers is the way Baekhyun lips move, the pink flesh so tantalising and sensual, he wants to run his tongue over it.
He stares at Baekhyun, who is now frowning at the lack of reply from Kris and - damn he looks so cute when his brow creases like this.
“You look so cute when your brow creases like this,” he blurts, noting the way Baekhyun’s expression shifts from mild confusion to utter exasperation. Kris should really invest on that brain-mouth filter from ebay.
Baekhyun sighs, rubbing his temples. “You’re going to fail your Biology test.”
Baekhyun’s Cute Moment #9012635: Captured, Kris’ brain informs him. He rises from his seat opposite of Baekhyun and slides beside him, planting a quick kiss on his temple.
“Baby,” he pouts, interlacing their fingers together under the table, “I can’t concentrate with you around.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Your existence is enough.”
Kris leans in and tries to find his way to Baekhyun’s lips. The same lips that has been taunting him since the beginning of this tutoring session an hour ago, the ones that he hasn’t kissed for an hour, the ones that he had been staring at while Baekhyun rambles on about enzymes and subplots… subslates… substate? Whatever.
A delicate hand roughly clamps over his mouth and pushes him away.
“We’re in public,” Baekhyun says, returning his attention to the colourfully highlighted notes. “And you’re fucking gross.”
Kris squawks. He is Kris Wu, Hottie of the Year, and he is not about to let the human digestive system take over Baekhyun’s attention. He’s the one Baekhyun should be looking at!
Circling his arms around Baekhyun’s waist, he lightly pepper kisses from Baekhyun’s jaw down his neck. He feels the other relaxing into his embrace and the hold on his pen slackening. Kris mentally punches the air in triumph. Well, that was before Baekhyun suddenly pulls away and glares at him.
With a terrifying look enough to kill puppies, Baekhyun points the pen at him. “Kris Wu. You are going to listen to me and you are going to listen very carefully.”
Kris gulps, the impending sense of doom gnawing at him.
“From now till the day you get an A for your test, you are not allowed to touch me,” Baekhyun announces seriously.
“What! Baek baby, no-“
“No hugging. No holding hands. No kissing. No squeezing my ass. No eye raping me.”
“But eye raping isn’t counted as touching!” Kris cries, ignoring the alarmed looks from the table of middle-aged ladies nearby.
“I can almost feel ghostly hands groping every part of me every time you do that.”
Kris groans, thumping his head down on the coffee-stained table. “You’re shitting me!”
Baekhyun is not shitting him.
Chanyeol guffaws when Kris narrates this to him, almost choking on his half-eaten sandwich and almost spitting some of it out at him.
“It’s not funny.”
It really isn’t because every time Kris attempts to lay any part of his body nearer than a ruler’s length near Baekhyun, the shorter boy shuns it and shoots him a warning glower. While he whines at the lack of physical contact, he can’t help but think he looks so bloody cute. Thank you, Jesus.
“I’m Baekhyun deprived,” Kris wails, slamming his fists on the canteen table like a tantrum-throwing toddler.
“Dude, it’s only been a day. Tomorrow’s your test.”
“Exactly! I miss pinching his cheeks, I miss wrapping my arms around his tiny waist, I miss sliding my hands into the back pocket of his jeans and-”
“Dude.”
“- I miss running my hands down his calves. Did you know that his calves are hairless? It’s so smooth; I would build a shrine for it. Caress it all day, worship it-“
“Dude,” Chanyeol violently shakes his shoulders and gets Kris to look at him. “If you want to touch him so badly, why don’t you just study for your test?”
“Oh.”
“What is an amylase? It sounds like a shoe shop.”
“So wait, the bile duct secretes… bile? How does that make sense.”
“The large intestine is the one that carries shit, right?”
“I did it!” Kris dashes into Baekhyun’s dorm a few days later and extends the crumbled test paper in front of him. He is panting from the sprint from Biology class to his boyfriend’s dorm, dyed blonde hair in a mess and shoelaces untied.
Baekhyun is a living picture of tranquillity as he calmly closes his copy of Looking for Alaska, grabs the stapled piece of paper, and scans the bright red ‘A’ written on the cover page.
Baekhyun grins immediately and yanks Kris down to the bed by his neck, tightly embracing the startled boy.
“I’m so proud of you,” he giggles, giving Kris a quick peck on his lips. “I’m impressed.”
Kris wriggle his brows, “Do I get a reward for my good effort?”
The smaller boy snorts, but nonetheless presses their lips together in a needy and passionate kiss, tongue grazing and hands moving lower.
Baekhyun lets out a small noise at the back of his throat before pulling away and asking, “There. Happy?”
“Oh hell no,” Kris replies, pushing Baekhyun down to the bed and hovering over him. “It’s been so long and I’m going to savour every part of you.”
“From your cranium.” He leaves a kiss on Baekhyun’s forehead and moves lower, kissing a line down his torso. “To your nutella.”
“Patella,” Baekhyun corrects, shirt unbuttoned and bangs falling over half his face. “The kneecap is called a patella.”
“Stop smiling. Your face is going to crack and I’m not cleaning up after you,” Chanyeol grimaces and throws a dirty face towel at Kris, who pays no mind to it.
“I finally got to fuck him after so long. Let me be, okay. I studied so hard for that damn biology test.”
Chanyeol sneers, zipping up his gym bag and standing from the benches, “Don’t you mean ‘copied from your classmate’?”
“You, what?”
A wave of chills roll down Kris’ spine as he fearfully turns to the entrance of the sports hall. Baekhyun stands there akimbo, with a face that could be interpreted as Kris Wu you are dead meat.
He trembles as he sees Baekhyun striding over with all the grace of a murderous ballerina while Chanyeol mutters a quick bye before slinking away.
Ah, fuck.