Never Have I Ever
Title: Never Have I Ever
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied sexual content, fluff overdose, drunk!Baekhyun, unbeta-ed
Word Count: 2,391
Summary: Kris convinces Baekhyun to go for Chanyeol’s party. It was a good decision made. (Kris Wu, Hottie of the Year Verse)
Sequel to Kris Wu, Hottie of the Year and From Your Cranium to the Patella though it is pretty irrelevant
Kris nervously watches Baekhyun flip through another page of The Bell Jar, having an internal battle whether it's a good time to pop the question. He's Baekhyun's boyfriend for goodness sake, he shouldn't feel so antsy asking a simple question like this. So he takes a deep breath and garbles, "Do you want to go to Chanyeol's party?"
Baekhyun’s eyes don't even leave his book as he placidly replies, "No."
Rejection of any kind hurts when it's coming from Baekhyun. Kris knows how whipped he is and how he's powerless in front of the love of his life but it doesn't stop him from squeaking an indignant, “Why!"
"Because I'm not interested," Baekhyun replies.
"But I go to your study groups with Jongdae and Yixing all the time!" Kris jumps onto his boyfriend's bed with him, making Baekhyun tuck his legs closer to himself to make space for two.
Kris grumbles. Ever since they started going steady, Kris has been dragged to Baekhyun's stupid study sessions with his bunch of equally smart friends. Granted, his grades did soar from an average C- to a B but still, he only did it because he's so keen to do whatever that makes the black haired boy happy. It also helps that Baekhyun unconsciously reaches over to Kris' thighs to rub soothing circles while they study. It would be pretty soothing if Baekhyun's hands weren't crafted by Aphrodite as it only serves as a distraction that makes his dick twitch uncomfortably in his pants.
(Baekhyun would later on apologise and help him settle his problem so it's all fucking wonderful)
The shorter boy finally looks up from his book and his eyes soften at Kris' disappointed expression. "I need to study," he explains softly.
"But Baek, the whole textbook probably diffused into your head by now!" Kris whines, grabbing one of Baekhyun's ankle and shaking it. He distractedly relishes in how beautiful Baekhyun’s ankles are.
"You and I both know- well maybe not you, but diffusion can only occur-"
"I bet you can remember which page the pH indicator chart is on or something," Kris mumbles.
"Page 78."
"See! You don't need to study. Come to the party instead."
Baekhyun sighs, putting his book on the bedside table. "I don't know. Parties aren't my thing."
"It'll be fun," Kris promises as his brain treacherously scours for more reasons that would appeal to Baekhyun. "Uh... You can make connections there? You know, networking or some shit. Good for your future."
Baekhyun snorts, lightly kicking Kris with the leg he's grabbing onto. "Yeah, someday I'll call Sehun up and ask him for some pot brownies."
Kris silently stares at Baekhyun with the most imploring expression he could muster and tries to mentally make Baekhyun change his mind, even though his brain is too busy picturing how hot Baekhyun would look in a cheerleading uniform, complete matching red-ribbon pigtails.
"Fine," Baekhyun gives in. "And stop staring at me like that. I know that look. I'm not doing whatever it is you're thinking of."
Kris smiles, pulling the shorter boy into a lip-lock. "You're the best boyfriend ever."
"I know," Baekhyun smugly answers, biting onto Kris' lower lips.
"By the way." Kris warily asks, "What do you think about cheerleading costumes?"
As promised, Baekhyun goes to the party dressed in Kris' baseball jacket. "I don't want my clothes to smell like puke and whatever you people do at parties," Baekhyun had explained, but it still makes the possessive part of Kris delighted to show everyone how the cutest boy in school (factual statement) is his.
"You guys are here!" Chanyeol excited greets when they knock, quickly ushering them inside. "I'm so glad you came, Baekhyun!"
Baekhyun can't decide if Chanyeol is drunk or not because it seems like this is his normal behavior so he chooses to politely smile instead. "I would have stayed home to study."
Chanyeol laughs, thinking it's a joke. "See, that's why I like your boyfriend, Kris. He's much more interesting than you."
Kris frowns and Baekhyun decides that he likes Chanyeol. He tells Kris as much just to spite him and see him scowl and give dirty looks to his best friend.
Just because Baekhyun doesn't like parties, it doesn't mean he's incapable of socialising when the occasion calls for it. He spends the next hour weaving through sweaty bodies with Kris holding his hand tightly. They make light conversations with Kris' teammates and friends as Kris behaves goofier than usual after a couple of drinks. Baekhyun particularly enjoyed a conversation about the health effects of weed in comparison to other drugs with Sehun.
"Maybe you should stop drinking if you want to maintain your Cool Basketball Captain image," Baekhyun warns, whispering into Kris' ear over the pulsating music. He's completely sober because he hadn't drank the whole night, not because he can't drink- well yes, okay because he can't drink.
"I'm as cool as a cucumber," Kris argues.
"If you say so-"
A pair of hands grab them our of nowhere and forcefully pull them to the living room. "We're gonna play Never Have I Ever!" Chanyeol announces, bumbling a little as he drags the couple to the living room, blatantly ignoring Baekhyun's protests.
There's considerably less people now seeing as to how Baekhyun can sit on the floor in a circle with Chanyeol's friends, pressing closely against Kris. Kris squeezes his hand and twists his lips into an assuring smile.
"I'll start first," Chanyeol says, swinging his cup around and spilling some of it to Jongin's lap. He snatches the plastic cup from Chanyeol, downs it, and throws the empty plastic back at him. Chanyeol doesn't seem to notice that as he shouts, "I have never watched gay porn!"
The circle of teammates look at Kris knowingly and burst into laughter when Kris narrow his eyes at them and spits, "fuck you" before putting a finger down. Baekhyun quietly closes his little finger too, earning a few smirks from the group.
The next few turns are pretty normal, with the standard questions of "I have never had weed", "I have never drunk texted".
"I have never had a girlfriend," Kris says and the crowd protests as most of the team put down their fingers.
Baekhyun panics for a moment when it's his turn. "Uh..." He hesitates, "I've never gotten lower than a B for math?"
His statement receives a chorus of disbelieving "what?!" from the group and Kris laughs as he puts another finger down, kissing Baekhyun lightly on the temple. "Great job."
"I honestly didn't know they were as bad as you," he replies.
In the next few rounds, the circle has somehow decided to make Kris drink as they say things like: "I have never given a blowjob", "I have never had a boyfriend", or "I have never stalked Baekhyun in the library" (courtesy of Chanyeol).
Jongin goes next as he says, "I have never spoken Chinese."
Kris grunts as he drops his last finger, reaching to get his drink. Kris' face is flushed by now and his neck is spotted with red patches. Baekhyun intercepts, grabbing the cup instead.
"I'll drink for you," he explains when Kris gives him a confused look.
Cheers and wolf whistles erupt from the crowd as Sehun shouts in a high-pitched voice, "That's true love!"
"I'm fine, Baek," Kris says and attempts to snatch the cup.
Baekhyun takes none of that as he stealthily gulps the whole cup down. "I'm not carrying your heavy ass back when you get drunk," he scrunches his face at the strong burning aftertaste.
It is no surprise that half an hour later, Kris is carefully guiding a highly inebriated Baekhyun back to his dorm. If Kris thought Baekhyun was cute, it could not compare to how he feels about him now - Baekhyun with his floppy hair, unsteady steps and constant blabbering. Kris loves him so much it hurts, and not just because Baekhyun is clutching onto his arm so tightly he thinks his blood circulation has stopped in that area.
“What did the scientist say when he found 2 isotopes of helium?”
Baekhyun continues before Kris could say anything. “HeHe,” he giggles to himself and slaps Kris’ forearm in amusement.
Kris laughs not at the joke but at the fact that even when intoxicated that’s all his boyfriend thinks about. He will remember this moment of his life forever even if he forgets his own mother’s birthday because seeing Baekhyun so unguarded and carefree is probably a once in a lifetime experience.
“I have another one,” he drawls, grinning so brightly like the world is made of gumdrops and fairies. “If the Silver Surfer and Iron Man team up, they’d be alloys!”
Baekhyun cackles hysterically, flailing around, as Kris dutifully prevents his boyfriend’s face from meeting the floor. That wouldn’t be good because Kris is sure it’s a crime to destroy one of the world’s greatest arts.
“Hey,” Baekhyun mumbles, lolling his head on Kris’ shoulder. “Do you want to watch me dance to ‘Oh!’?”
A responsible boyfriend would say ‘no’ and escort Baekhyun home safely and prevent him from embarrassing himself in public. Unfortunately, Kris is a boyfriend that really wants to watch his partner shake his fine piece of ass so he says ‘yes’.
The shorter boy untangles himself and stands in front of Kris. “OH OH OH OH!” he shouts as he twirls an imaginary lock of hair with his index finger and shakes his hips to every ‘oh’.
That’s it, Kris thinks determinedly to himself. He’s going to get his hands on a set of cheerleading outfit-
“OPPA SARANGHAE! AH, AH, AH- OW.”
-Right after he picks Baekhyun up from the floor.
After a physically tiring but mentally fulfilling walk, they finally make it to Baekhyun’s dorm. Kris doesn’t even mind that he eventually had to carry Baekhyun because the image of Baekhyun’s hip movements will power his sexual fantasies for the next two weeks.
Unlike how most drunken people fall asleep on their beds, Baekhyun is sadly one of those who won’t stop moving about, even after Kris had changed him, stuck a toothbrush in his mouth and cleansed his face for him. He doesn’t complain because the multitude of expressions Baekhyun has made within the last hour is completely worth it. And if anything, it makes him fall harder.
Kris returns from the bathroom after washing up to find Baekhyun sitting cross-legged on his bed zeroing on him.
“Baek Baby?”
Baekhyun continues staring at him and just when Kris thinks he’s not going to get a response, he speaks up.
“I want to have sex.”
It takes a few seconds for Kris to digest this and when he does, he splutters unattractively, “What?!”
Baekhyun frowns, “I want to have sex with you.”
As much as Kris would love to pounce on his partner, he also knows that it is morally wrong to fuck his boyfriend when he’s obviously too oblivious to his surrounding.
With a heavy heart, he sadly replies, “No, Baek, you’re drunk. Go to sleep.”
He finds out that Drunk Baekhyun is as stubborn as Normal Baekhyun as Baekhyun throws him to the bed, straddles him, and begins stripping his pajamas. Kris absolutely panics at the sudden turn of events, feeling conflicted at stopping Baekhyun or watching him undress himself in the raunchiest way ever. Baekhyun just finished unbuttoning his top before Kris decides that NO, he cannot do this to Baekhyun and catches both his wrists, effectively stopping Baekhyun from stripping off his printed pajamas.
“Kris…” Baekhyun whines in a way that sends blood straight down his dick and he is this close to losing his sanity. This is hell, he knows it for sure because there can be nothing worse than this.
Baekhyun is still violently thrashing around on top of him. He needs to find a way to stop this now. In a swift motion, Kris snags a random tie he sees hanging by the rack and ties it around the drunken boy’s wrists.
As soon as he finishes tying the last knot, he jumps away from the bed as his last bit of self-control leaves him. If Baekhyun touches him one more time, he swears he would immediately rip off his cartoon pajamas and take him right there. However, he finds out soon enough that binding Baekhyun's wrists together is the worst decision he's ever made as he watches his boyfriend roll around the bed while making the world's sexiest whines.
"Krissieeeeee," he pouts, trying to pull his hands apart while his top rides up and his bottoms roll down.
"Fuck fuck fuck," is Kris' response when he realises that there's a tent in his pants. He runs to the bathroom to jerk himself off to Baekhyun's voice and the image of him in restrained in a cheerleading costume.
Thankfully, when he comes back boner-free, Baekhyun's soundly asleep and hogging the entire bed. Sighing, Kris pulls out a futon from under the bed and falls asleep to the sound of Baekhyun's faint breathing.
Kris wakes up the next day with the vague sensation of someone nudging him and calling his name. When he opens his eyes, he sees Baekyun sitting on the bed, hair sticking out in random directions.
"How are you feeling?" Kris croaks, clumsily crawling up from the floor.
"My head feels like shit," Baekhyun groans. "And Kris, why are my hands tied?"
"Oh," Kris grins sheepishly. "Well, uhm..."
"Whatever, just get them off. I need the bathroom."
Baekhyun thrusts his hands at Kris and that's when Kris sees the bulge in his pants. Baekhyun's eyes follow his and he awkwardly shifts away, ignoring the way Kris is eyeing him.
"Kris," he deadpans, "get them off."
There's a devilish glint in Kris' eyes and Baekhyun knows it can't be good.
"No," Kris refuses, kneeling in front of Baekhyun on the floor. "I'll help you out on two conditions."
"No thank you, I can help myself just fine."
Kris frowns, not expecting the rejection. It still hurts. "In my mind, you’re supposed to agree to it…"
Baekhyun pointedly stares at him and Kris hastily gets to work with a sad "fine".
"Are you sure-"
"I'm not wearing a goddamn cheerleader costume. Now get your mouth back to my dick."
A/N: What if I told you the main point of this was so that I can make Baekhyun say the Ironman Alloy Joke. What if.
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied sexual content, fluff overdose, drunk!Baekhyun, unbeta-ed
Word Count: 2,391
Summary: Kris convinces Baekhyun to go for Chanyeol’s party. It was a good decision made. (Kris Wu, Hottie of the Year Verse)
Sequel to Kris Wu, Hottie of the Year and From Your Cranium to the Patella though it is pretty irrelevant
Kris nervously watches Baekhyun flip through another page of The Bell Jar, having an internal battle whether it's a good time to pop the question. He's Baekhyun's boyfriend for goodness sake, he shouldn't feel so antsy asking a simple question like this. So he takes a deep breath and garbles, "Do you want to go to Chanyeol's party?"
Baekhyun’s eyes don't even leave his book as he placidly replies, "No."
Rejection of any kind hurts when it's coming from Baekhyun. Kris knows how whipped he is and how he's powerless in front of the love of his life but it doesn't stop him from squeaking an indignant, “Why!"
"Because I'm not interested," Baekhyun replies.
"But I go to your study groups with Jongdae and Yixing all the time!" Kris jumps onto his boyfriend's bed with him, making Baekhyun tuck his legs closer to himself to make space for two.
Kris grumbles. Ever since they started going steady, Kris has been dragged to Baekhyun's stupid study sessions with his bunch of equally smart friends. Granted, his grades did soar from an average C- to a B but still, he only did it because he's so keen to do whatever that makes the black haired boy happy. It also helps that Baekhyun unconsciously reaches over to Kris' thighs to rub soothing circles while they study. It would be pretty soothing if Baekhyun's hands weren't crafted by Aphrodite as it only serves as a distraction that makes his dick twitch uncomfortably in his pants.
(Baekhyun would later on apologise and help him settle his problem so it's all fucking wonderful)
The shorter boy finally looks up from his book and his eyes soften at Kris' disappointed expression. "I need to study," he explains softly.
"But Baek, the whole textbook probably diffused into your head by now!" Kris whines, grabbing one of Baekhyun's ankle and shaking it. He distractedly relishes in how beautiful Baekhyun’s ankles are.
"You and I both know- well maybe not you, but diffusion can only occur-"
"I bet you can remember which page the pH indicator chart is on or something," Kris mumbles.
"Page 78."
"See! You don't need to study. Come to the party instead."
Baekhyun sighs, putting his book on the bedside table. "I don't know. Parties aren't my thing."
"It'll be fun," Kris promises as his brain treacherously scours for more reasons that would appeal to Baekhyun. "Uh... You can make connections there? You know, networking or some shit. Good for your future."
Baekhyun snorts, lightly kicking Kris with the leg he's grabbing onto. "Yeah, someday I'll call Sehun up and ask him for some pot brownies."
Kris silently stares at Baekhyun with the most imploring expression he could muster and tries to mentally make Baekhyun change his mind, even though his brain is too busy picturing how hot Baekhyun would look in a cheerleading uniform, complete matching red-ribbon pigtails.
"Fine," Baekhyun gives in. "And stop staring at me like that. I know that look. I'm not doing whatever it is you're thinking of."
Kris smiles, pulling the shorter boy into a lip-lock. "You're the best boyfriend ever."
"I know," Baekhyun smugly answers, biting onto Kris' lower lips.
"By the way." Kris warily asks, "What do you think about cheerleading costumes?"
As promised, Baekhyun goes to the party dressed in Kris' baseball jacket. "I don't want my clothes to smell like puke and whatever you people do at parties," Baekhyun had explained, but it still makes the possessive part of Kris delighted to show everyone how the cutest boy in school (factual statement) is his.
"You guys are here!" Chanyeol excited greets when they knock, quickly ushering them inside. "I'm so glad you came, Baekhyun!"
Baekhyun can't decide if Chanyeol is drunk or not because it seems like this is his normal behavior so he chooses to politely smile instead. "I would have stayed home to study."
Chanyeol laughs, thinking it's a joke. "See, that's why I like your boyfriend, Kris. He's much more interesting than you."
Kris frowns and Baekhyun decides that he likes Chanyeol. He tells Kris as much just to spite him and see him scowl and give dirty looks to his best friend.
Just because Baekhyun doesn't like parties, it doesn't mean he's incapable of socialising when the occasion calls for it. He spends the next hour weaving through sweaty bodies with Kris holding his hand tightly. They make light conversations with Kris' teammates and friends as Kris behaves goofier than usual after a couple of drinks. Baekhyun particularly enjoyed a conversation about the health effects of weed in comparison to other drugs with Sehun.
"Maybe you should stop drinking if you want to maintain your Cool Basketball Captain image," Baekhyun warns, whispering into Kris' ear over the pulsating music. He's completely sober because he hadn't drank the whole night, not because he can't drink- well yes, okay because he can't drink.
"I'm as cool as a cucumber," Kris argues.
"If you say so-"
A pair of hands grab them our of nowhere and forcefully pull them to the living room. "We're gonna play Never Have I Ever!" Chanyeol announces, bumbling a little as he drags the couple to the living room, blatantly ignoring Baekhyun's protests.
There's considerably less people now seeing as to how Baekhyun can sit on the floor in a circle with Chanyeol's friends, pressing closely against Kris. Kris squeezes his hand and twists his lips into an assuring smile.
"I'll start first," Chanyeol says, swinging his cup around and spilling some of it to Jongin's lap. He snatches the plastic cup from Chanyeol, downs it, and throws the empty plastic back at him. Chanyeol doesn't seem to notice that as he shouts, "I have never watched gay porn!"
The circle of teammates look at Kris knowingly and burst into laughter when Kris narrow his eyes at them and spits, "fuck you" before putting a finger down. Baekhyun quietly closes his little finger too, earning a few smirks from the group.
The next few turns are pretty normal, with the standard questions of "I have never had weed", "I have never drunk texted".
"I have never had a girlfriend," Kris says and the crowd protests as most of the team put down their fingers.
Baekhyun panics for a moment when it's his turn. "Uh..." He hesitates, "I've never gotten lower than a B for math?"
His statement receives a chorus of disbelieving "what?!" from the group and Kris laughs as he puts another finger down, kissing Baekhyun lightly on the temple. "Great job."
"I honestly didn't know they were as bad as you," he replies.
In the next few rounds, the circle has somehow decided to make Kris drink as they say things like: "I have never given a blowjob", "I have never had a boyfriend", or "I have never stalked Baekhyun in the library" (courtesy of Chanyeol).
Jongin goes next as he says, "I have never spoken Chinese."
Kris grunts as he drops his last finger, reaching to get his drink. Kris' face is flushed by now and his neck is spotted with red patches. Baekhyun intercepts, grabbing the cup instead.
"I'll drink for you," he explains when Kris gives him a confused look.
Cheers and wolf whistles erupt from the crowd as Sehun shouts in a high-pitched voice, "That's true love!"
"I'm fine, Baek," Kris says and attempts to snatch the cup.
Baekhyun takes none of that as he stealthily gulps the whole cup down. "I'm not carrying your heavy ass back when you get drunk," he scrunches his face at the strong burning aftertaste.
It is no surprise that half an hour later, Kris is carefully guiding a highly inebriated Baekhyun back to his dorm. If Kris thought Baekhyun was cute, it could not compare to how he feels about him now - Baekhyun with his floppy hair, unsteady steps and constant blabbering. Kris loves him so much it hurts, and not just because Baekhyun is clutching onto his arm so tightly he thinks his blood circulation has stopped in that area.
“What did the scientist say when he found 2 isotopes of helium?”
Baekhyun continues before Kris could say anything. “HeHe,” he giggles to himself and slaps Kris’ forearm in amusement.
Kris laughs not at the joke but at the fact that even when intoxicated that’s all his boyfriend thinks about. He will remember this moment of his life forever even if he forgets his own mother’s birthday because seeing Baekhyun so unguarded and carefree is probably a once in a lifetime experience.
“I have another one,” he drawls, grinning so brightly like the world is made of gumdrops and fairies. “If the Silver Surfer and Iron Man team up, they’d be alloys!”
Baekhyun cackles hysterically, flailing around, as Kris dutifully prevents his boyfriend’s face from meeting the floor. That wouldn’t be good because Kris is sure it’s a crime to destroy one of the world’s greatest arts.
“Hey,” Baekhyun mumbles, lolling his head on Kris’ shoulder. “Do you want to watch me dance to ‘Oh!’?”
A responsible boyfriend would say ‘no’ and escort Baekhyun home safely and prevent him from embarrassing himself in public. Unfortunately, Kris is a boyfriend that really wants to watch his partner shake his fine piece of ass so he says ‘yes’.
The shorter boy untangles himself and stands in front of Kris. “OH OH OH OH!” he shouts as he twirls an imaginary lock of hair with his index finger and shakes his hips to every ‘oh’.
That’s it, Kris thinks determinedly to himself. He’s going to get his hands on a set of cheerleading outfit-
“OPPA SARANGHAE! AH, AH, AH- OW.”
-Right after he picks Baekhyun up from the floor.
After a physically tiring but mentally fulfilling walk, they finally make it to Baekhyun’s dorm. Kris doesn’t even mind that he eventually had to carry Baekhyun because the image of Baekhyun’s hip movements will power his sexual fantasies for the next two weeks.
Unlike how most drunken people fall asleep on their beds, Baekhyun is sadly one of those who won’t stop moving about, even after Kris had changed him, stuck a toothbrush in his mouth and cleansed his face for him. He doesn’t complain because the multitude of expressions Baekhyun has made within the last hour is completely worth it. And if anything, it makes him fall harder.
Kris returns from the bathroom after washing up to find Baekhyun sitting cross-legged on his bed zeroing on him.
“Baek Baby?”
Baekhyun continues staring at him and just when Kris thinks he’s not going to get a response, he speaks up.
“I want to have sex.”
It takes a few seconds for Kris to digest this and when he does, he splutters unattractively, “What?!”
Baekhyun frowns, “I want to have sex with you.”
As much as Kris would love to pounce on his partner, he also knows that it is morally wrong to fuck his boyfriend when he’s obviously too oblivious to his surrounding.
With a heavy heart, he sadly replies, “No, Baek, you’re drunk. Go to sleep.”
He finds out that Drunk Baekhyun is as stubborn as Normal Baekhyun as Baekhyun throws him to the bed, straddles him, and begins stripping his pajamas. Kris absolutely panics at the sudden turn of events, feeling conflicted at stopping Baekhyun or watching him undress himself in the raunchiest way ever. Baekhyun just finished unbuttoning his top before Kris decides that NO, he cannot do this to Baekhyun and catches both his wrists, effectively stopping Baekhyun from stripping off his printed pajamas.
“Kris…” Baekhyun whines in a way that sends blood straight down his dick and he is this close to losing his sanity. This is hell, he knows it for sure because there can be nothing worse than this.
Baekhyun is still violently thrashing around on top of him. He needs to find a way to stop this now. In a swift motion, Kris snags a random tie he sees hanging by the rack and ties it around the drunken boy’s wrists.
As soon as he finishes tying the last knot, he jumps away from the bed as his last bit of self-control leaves him. If Baekhyun touches him one more time, he swears he would immediately rip off his cartoon pajamas and take him right there. However, he finds out soon enough that binding Baekhyun's wrists together is the worst decision he's ever made as he watches his boyfriend roll around the bed while making the world's sexiest whines.
"Krissieeeeee," he pouts, trying to pull his hands apart while his top rides up and his bottoms roll down.
"Fuck fuck fuck," is Kris' response when he realises that there's a tent in his pants. He runs to the bathroom to jerk himself off to Baekhyun's voice and the image of him in restrained in a cheerleading costume.
Thankfully, when he comes back boner-free, Baekhyun's soundly asleep and hogging the entire bed. Sighing, Kris pulls out a futon from under the bed and falls asleep to the sound of Baekhyun's faint breathing.
Kris wakes up the next day with the vague sensation of someone nudging him and calling his name. When he opens his eyes, he sees Baekyun sitting on the bed, hair sticking out in random directions.
"How are you feeling?" Kris croaks, clumsily crawling up from the floor.
"My head feels like shit," Baekhyun groans. "And Kris, why are my hands tied?"
"Oh," Kris grins sheepishly. "Well, uhm..."
"Whatever, just get them off. I need the bathroom."
Baekhyun thrusts his hands at Kris and that's when Kris sees the bulge in his pants. Baekhyun's eyes follow his and he awkwardly shifts away, ignoring the way Kris is eyeing him.
"Kris," he deadpans, "get them off."
There's a devilish glint in Kris' eyes and Baekhyun knows it can't be good.
"No," Kris refuses, kneeling in front of Baekhyun on the floor. "I'll help you out on two conditions."
"No thank you, I can help myself just fine."
Kris frowns, not expecting the rejection. It still hurts. "In my mind, you’re supposed to agree to it…"
Baekhyun pointedly stares at him and Kris hastily gets to work with a sad "fine".
"Are you sure-"
"I'm not wearing a goddamn cheerleader costume. Now get your mouth back to my dick."
A/N: What if I told you the main point of this was so that I can make Baekhyun say the Ironman Alloy Joke. What if.