Rumor Has It (N/Chanyeol, R)
Title: Rumor Has It
Pairing: N/Chanyeol
Rating: R
Words: ~1600
Warnings: none
Summary: Hakyeon's a size queen, and Park Chanyeol is hung.
Author's Note: For my bb huene~ Because this fic got us both into N/Chanyeol (seriously, go read it, it's So Good), and we wanted more!
No one's quite sure how it started - a well-angled performance photo or practice video, indiscreet peeking in the bathroom or dressing room or shower? But with the way managers and trainees gossip (and idols gossip harder), by now everyone's heard: EXO's Park Chanyeol is packing.
Hakyeon's curious, so he looks into it himself. The photos are mostly ambiguous and the videos grainy, but he's pretty sure it's true; there's definitely something swinging heavy along Chanyeol's thigh, tenting the front of his pants, and Hakyeon for one intends to find out what it is.
He's always had a certain...taste in partners, ever since he hit puberty and realized two things: first, that he liked boys, and second, that he was going to be taller than most of them. For all his height he's still slender, though, fine-boned and gracile - and he likes that, likes the grace and delicacy it lets him bring to dancing, likes feeling small and lightweight as if he's floating through the steps.
The problem, of course, is that he rarely gets to feel like that, since he looms several centimeters over even his guy friends. So when it comes to dating, Hakyeon likes big guys. Really big guys. And Park Chanyeol seems to fit the bill in all the right ways.
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He gets his chance the first time they perform on a music show together, sidling up to the younger idol where he's laughing with one of his groupmates. "Hi," he says brightly as they both turn to look at him. "I'm Cha Hakyeon, VIXX's leader N."
Chanyeol is even cuter in person, eyes still crinkled with mirth, and Hakyeon's friendly smile widens when the boy's hand completely engulfs his own.
"Park Chanyeol," he replies, deep voice rich as it washes over Hakyeon.
"Byun Baekhyun," the smaller boy next to Chanyeol pipes, proffering his own hand. His voice is light and musical, his fingers so thin they feel fragile in Hakyeon's grasp like he's going to crush them. Hakyeon sighs inwardly; he definitely knows which type he prefers.
Byun Baekhyun is hilarious, though, especially in combination with Park Chanyeol. They're just this side of obnoxious in the observations and stories they whisper to Hakyeon as the three of them watch the other idols perform from backstage. Eventually Baekhyun gets called away for a last-minute eyeliner touchup, and Hakyeon turns to Chanyeol.
"So," he starts, letting his eyes linger down the kid's form like he's been wanting to for the past ten minutes. "Hey there, big boy. Wanna make out?"
And Park Chanyeol, the cute tall deep-voiced guy whom Hakyeon is starting to think he would really like to bone, cracks up at the come-on. It's not at all the reaction Hakyeon had been hoping for.
"I wasn't kidding," he says petulantly over Chanyeol's guffaws, and is slightly mollified when he straightens, wiping at his tears.
"You what?"
"I wasn't kidding," Hakyeon repeats. He gives Chanyeol another once-over, tilting his head at the angle he knows makes his eyes look particularly feline and putting more heat into his gaze. He's rewarded by Chanyeol's ears turning bright red.
"Oh," Chanyeol says. "Um."
"So, yes or no?" Hakyeon presses.
"Um," Chanyeol says again. "Ah." Hakyeon waits.
"...Sure?"
"Great!" Hakyeon exclaims, and moves in.
Chanyeol takes a step back, eyes wide. "Wait, I mean, like, eventually, yes, not - you want to now?"
"Yah," he replies, making another pass.
"N-ssi!" Chanyeol throws his hands up to block Hakyeon's progress. "I don't, I think we should--"
Hakyeon pouts.
"...aigoo. Wait until after the show?" Chanyeol offers, sighing in playful exasperation.
Hakyeon beams. "See you then, big boy!" He runs a hand over Chanyeol's chest before turning and bouncing back to his own group.
---
They go onstage right before EXO, and Hakyeon makes sure to pass by Park Chanyeol with a murmured "don't forget".
"I won't," Chanyeol whispers against the back of Hakyeon's neck a bit later, when he's slumped in a chair to rest after they've performed. Hakyeon jumps and spins, clapping a hand to the spot, but Chanyeol just smirks and flutters his fingers in a wave as he heads toward the stage.
Hakyeon hadn't been planning on watching EXO, but now he's pretty sure he can't not. He crowds in behind a couple of girl group members in the wings, for once glad to be tall as he peers over their heads. His position isn't great, but he can see most of Chanyeol, and at least he's easy to pick out.
Then the music starts, and he almost strains his neck trying to catch any glimpse of Chanyeol he can. Even from behind he’s mesmerizing, long limbs emphasizing the steps of the choreography with unconscious flourishes. He's not the best dancer, not exactly graceful and clearly not as technically skilled as EXO's leads or even Hakyeon himself, but the energy that thrums through his body, almost visibly crackling in the air around every movement, grips Hakyeon's attention and doesn't let go. Chanyeol spins to return to his place after his rap and Hakyeon inhales sharply at the fierceness of his expression.
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It's over both too soon and not nearly soon enough, Hakyeon wanting to watch Chanyeol's vibrancy forever but also struck by a desperate desire to feel that electricity against his own skin. Chanyeol bolts off the stage like lightning, miles ahead of his group when he crashes over Hakyeon in a storm of wild limbs and wilder eyes. And Hakyeon recognizes the performance high, has spiked on the same adrenaline rush more times than he can count, but he still feels utterly windswept by the sheer force of nature that is Park Chanyeol.
"Now," Chanyeol rasps, breathing hard, and Hakyeon himself is too breathless to do more than nod as he's dragged toward one of the vacant dressing rooms.
He has the presence of mind to lock the door before Chanyeol presses him back against it and Hakyeon swears there's a goddamn spark when their lips meet. Chanyeol kisses like he dances, more enthusiasm than technique and never staying in one spot for long. Hakyeon's almost overwhelmed by the assault but he fights back, slipping hands up Chanyeol's shirt to bump over the notches of his ribs until he reaches those broad, broad shoulders.
Chanyeol pins him further into the door, nipping from his bottom lip to his throat. It's fast and intense, Hakyeon feels the fine hairs rise at the nape of his neck when Chanyeol brushes electric lips up and down, and there's a pressure building so dizzyingly that all he can do is hold on, digging his fingers into the backs of Chanyeol's arms--
--and Chanyeol giggles, and just like that the tension snaps.
"Sorry," Chanyeol wheezes, trying to hold in his laughter, "ticklish." Hakyeon can't help the snort that escapes him, and then the dam breaks and they're both giggling so hard they have to hold each other up.
"Hi." Hakyeon grins at him, pressing their foreheads together as he catches his breath. "Can I blow you?" Chanyeol chokes but nods vigorously, cheeks bright pink.
"Great!" Hakyeon says as he drops to his knees. He lifts the hem of Chanyeol's shirt to kiss down his stomach, making him squirm a little with ticklishness but also push his hips forward, seeking more.
"N-ssi," Chanyeol moans when Hakyeon licks a stripe across the bottom edge of his softly defined abs, making him pause. "You can call me Hakyeon," he chuckles. Chanyeol looks down at him, eyes half-lidded, and repeats "Hakyeon...h-hyung--" on a broken gasp, and warmth stirs low in Hakyeon's belly.
Chanyeol is big, Hakyeon discovers when he peels his skintight pants down. Not the biggest he's ever seen but bigger than anyone he's had in a while, so Hakyeon needs a few tries to take him all the way in. He starts a quick rhythm, too impatient himself to waste time teasing. When he smooths his palms over Chanyeol's thighs he can feel them vibrating with the strain of not thrusting; Hakyeon rewards his self-control with a happy hum at the back of his throat and is gratified when Chanyeol reaches out to fist his hands in Hakyeon's hair but checks himself and digs his fingers into his own thighs instead. Hakyeon hums harder, guiding one of Chanyeol's hands to his scalp for him, and Chanyeol pulls his roots satisfyingly tight as he bucks, just once, and comes in Hakyeon's mouth.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" Chanyeol yelps, drawing Hakyeon to his feet and fussing over the still-tender spot at the back of his head.
Hakyeon swallows so he can chuckle in reply, "It's okay, it was nice."
"I wanted to have sex," Chanyeol says, plaintive, and Hakyeon laughs again, kissing the corner of his pout. "Next time, big boy."
"Okay," Chanyeol replies, then grins, reaching to palm Hakyeon through his pants so suddenly that he jumps and gasps. "But this time, you still have to get off." His hand when he slips it past the waistband is large like the rest of him, almost completely covering Hakyeon, and it doesn't take long before he comes, shaking against Chanyeol's chest. Chanyeol kisses him on the nose after and laughs when Hakyeon scrunches it up in mock disgust.
---
They sneak out of the dressing room still holding hands, and Hakyeon admires the slenderness of his own fingers next to Chanyeol's.
"So," Chanyeol says when they get back to the waiting area. "Next time?"
Hakyeon smiles wide enough to stretch his cheeks. "See you then, big boy."
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