[fic] i know what you did last month
chanyeol/baekhyun // nc-17 // 4,500+ words.
really, it’s joonmyun’s fault that he wanted to watch sehun’s birthday party video. it’s certainly not chanyeol and baekhyun’s for taping over it. also, yixing is an insulting little bitch and yifan is kind of a woman in the body of a 6”2 male.
Honestly, none of this would have ever happened if Joonmyun would have never asked for the footage that they had shot at Sehun’s birthday party last month. It was just a bit of fun, and it had all been blown completely out of proportion, Baekhyun thought.
Chanyeol was laughing his ass off in the corner of the elevator (“Did you see the look on Joonmyun’s face? Oh my God.”) and he himself couldn’t get his face to cool down with how hard he was blushing. He felt so embarrassed, and God smite him down now if he wasn’t going to beat the shit out of Chanyeol later for suggesting the fucking idea that had got them into this mess in the first place.
They had all just been lazing about in the living room of the dorm one afternoon, not really knowing what to do with themselves, as they didn’t have a schedule for that day. Now that they had time to themselves, they were at a loss of what to do. It was raining up a storm outside so going out was out of the question, and the storm had broken some of the electrical wires outside which had, typically, cut off the cable and therefore all of their television channels.
That, plus 12 bored and restless boys was enough to cause a bit of tension between them.
“I’m bored.” Chanyeol whined, elongating the word and sounding ever the 3 year old that was trapped inside of his gangly body, earning him a sympathetic pat on the head from Baekhyun whose lap that he was laying in.
Yifan shot him a murderous look from across the room and ground his teeth together, before going back to the magazine that he had read 3 times over just for something to do. He was beginning to memorise the article on how to paint your nails properly without getting it all over your fingers, and that was never a good sign. Time to find something to do before he sprouted a vagina.
“Want to watch a movie or something? The DVD still works.” Jongdae piped up, picking at a loose piece of string on his pants.
“God, yes,” Yifan hissed, scrunching the magazine up and hurling it across the room. “Anything, just pick anything, please.”
Joonmyun chuckled at the other leader’s lack of composure and nodded his head, “Yeah, someone pick a DVD or something. Kris looks like he’s going to cut someone.”
Yifan, who narrowed his eyes at the mention of his name (and admittedly had never been able to control his temper), huffed and threw a pillow at the offending person. Joonmyun laughed again and batted the pillow away, grinning at him from the other couch.
“Chill, Yifan, you’re acting like a caged animal. No one is keeping you here, remember? Go for a walk or something.” Tao mumbled, walking over to their DVD shelf and scanning the titles for something decent to watch.
“But it’s raining! And my- my hair.” Yifan, having lost the fight, pouted, smoothing his hair down for any imaginary kinks or bumps.
“I swear, if the fans knew just how much of a woman you are then they’d have second thoughts about screaming about how cool they think you are.” Tao shot back, eyes raking over the many horror/slasher movies that they had accumulated.
Yifan huffed again and folded his arms across the chest, snarling a ‘fuck you’ at the younger boy. Tao just laughed and flipped him off.
Joonmyun suddenly shot forward in his seat, eyes wide and looking like he had found the answer to life itself. Kyungsoo jumped and yelped at the action, smacking him on the arm and mumbling that he was an asshole.
“What’s the matter, hyung; did you shit yourself or something?” Jongin smirked.
“Seriously guys,” he began, completely ignoring Jongin’s smartass comment. “Does anyone remember that video we took at that party we threw for Sehun last month?”
No one noticed Baekhyun and Chanyeol freeze up at the mention of it.
A chorus of ‘ooh’ and ‘yeah!’ echoed around the room.
“We should totally watch it! Who has the video camera?” Joonmyun carried on, looking like he was about to piss himself out of excitement.
“That old thing? Are you sure we didn’t throw it away?” Baekhyun asked nervously, eyes darting about the room.
The video camera in question was a gnarly old thing from the 90’s that still used tapes, and was something that Joonmyun couldn’t seem to part with. He said that it had more ‘authenticity’ than these digital ones that they have out today.
“Of course not! I love that thing.” Joonmyun exclaimed, sounding like he was defending his own flesh and blood.
“Hyung, I’m sure I saw it in yours and Chanyeol’s room. Are you sure it’s not in there?” Sehun asked, noticing the way that Baekhyun flinched at the comment.
“Uh, no. I don’t think so. Why would we have it? Ha, aha, ha.” The purple haired male laughed anxiously, rubbing his arms roughly in a vain attempt to calm himself down.
“Are you okay? You look like you’re going to be sick.” Minseok questioned worriedly.
“Fine! I’m fine. Completely fine. Fine.” Baekhyun shot back, a creepy smile etched onto his face.
Chanyeol nodded his head vigorously from beside him and smiled the same creepy smile, “Yeah it’s definitely definitely not in our ro-”
“I found it!” Sehun called out, walking back into the room (seriously, when did he leave?!) carrying the bulky camera in his hands.
“Where did you find that?” Baekhyun asked calmly, even though on the inside he was having a mild panic attack and feeling like he was going to throw up everything that he had eaten for breakfast that morning.
“In your closest; I thought you said it wasn’t in your room?” Sehun inquired; a small knowing look on his face.
“It- I must have forgotten.” Baekhyun smiled forcibly, grabbing onto Chanyeol’s hand inconspicuously and squeezing it with all the strength he had, the younger man successfully keeping the look of agony off of his face.
Sehun eyed them with curiosity and shrugged, walking over to the VHS player with the intention of sticking the tape in it so they could watch it.
“How do you even open this thing?” He grumbled, pressing every button on the camera with the hopes of opening it.
“Stop stop stop you’re going to break it.” Joonmyun flapped, snatching it from the younger and sitting down with it, trying to remember how to open it after not using it in a while.
“Oh, what a shame. It seems like we can’t watch it after all. Now if you’ll just give me that back-” Baekhyun said hurriedly, slowly walking over to the leader and trying to pry it out of his hands.
Joonmyun cradled it against his chest and eyed Baekhyun warily, “You really don’t want to watch this, do you? What’s wrong with it?”
Baekhyun flinched and shook his head, waving his hands about in front of him. “Nothing! Just, couldn’t we watch a movie instead? It would be so much more fun and-”
“Aw, come on, Baek. This is maknae’s 18th birthday; we all had a fun time that night, didn’t we?” Joonmyun asked.
“Yeah, but-”
“Why don’t you want to watch the tape, then? You look like you’re hiding something.” Yixing spoke up from between Jongdae and Luhan, ever being the silent yet (dangerously) observative type of person that he was.
Baekhyun stiffly turned around to look at the Chinese male and shot him a badly concealed grimace, quickly forcing a smile back onto his face.
“And why would you say that, Yixing?” He ground out.
“You look like you’re about to jump out of your skin, and you really really don’t want to play that tape. It just seems like you’re trying to hide something, is all.” Yixing shrugged, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Well you know what I think-”
Chanyeol, having sensed that Baekhyun was about to throw a fit, jumped up suddenly and ran between the two males.
“Yeah, we are hiding something,” Chanyeol began, and when he looked at Baekhyun and seen that he looked like he was about to have an aneurysm, gave him a look that said ‘just go along with it’. “We were messing about with the video camera and we accidentally taped over it.” He pouted for good measure. “Baekhyun was just scared that you’d get mad at us for erasing the footage of Sehun’s party.”
Baekhyun, looking like a thousand weights had been lifted from his shoulders, quickly caught on and pouted along with the taller male beside him.
“Yeah! I didn’t want you to get mad at me.” He said sadly, sniffling for added effect. Fuck yeah he could have gone to stage school or something, he was an awesome actor.
Joonmyun smiled softly at the two males that looked like they were going to burst into tears and shook his head lightly, “It’s okay, guys. Why didn’t you just say that in the first place? I was with Yixing; I really thought you two were trying to hide something.”
“Of course not.” Baekhyun chuckled tensely, going back over to the couch and sitting beside where Chanyeol had flopped down.
“What exactly did you tape over it with?” Joonmyun enquired, finally getting the damn thing open and sliding the tape out of it.
Baekhyun, looking down and not noticing the leader getting up and slipping the tape into the VHS player, just shrugged and smiled, “Oh you know, just a load of stupid shi-”
“Baekhyunnie! Look what I found!” Came Chanyeol’s slightly distorted voice from the TV.
Baekhyun’s head shot up so fast he was surprised that he didn’t get whiplash. His eyes bugged out of his head and he spluttered, honestly thinking that he was actually going to be sick this time. He looked at Chanyeol desperately only to see the younger male with the same expression on his face, gaping at the TV and looking like a fish out of water. He turned his head back towards the TV to see himself grinning up at the camera and waving, sitting cross-legged on his bed.
There was absolutely nothing that he could do to stop this. If he jumped up now and blocked the TV then they’d all get suspicious and would have to wrestle him out of the way. It was inevitable. He just only hoped that his heart wouldn’t give in on him by the time that the video ended.
“Say something for the camera, baby.” Chanyeol said brightly.
“Baby?” Luhan whispered incredulously.
“Hiiiii camera!” Baekhyun sang, doing his famous eye smile and waving more vigorously.
“You look really beautiful today.” Chanyeol said wistfully, his hand coming into view to stroke Baekhyun’s hair lovingly.
“You’re not looking so bad yourself.” Baekhyun grinned, leaning into Chanyeol’s touch.
“Hmm, I think we should have a little fun with this.” The younger male said, sounding mischievous.
“Oh? What did you have in mind?” The (then) blonde smirked, raising his eyebrows a little at an action that Chanyeol was doing off screen. “Oh. Ohhh, I see. Is that right?”
Baekhyun then pulled Chanyeol down by his collar and the camera was then angled away, Chanyeol fixing it a moment later so it was resting on the bed and so they were in the shot.
The younger male smiled down at his boyfriend before their eyes slipped shut and their lips met gently, moving slowly against each other until Baekhyun deepened the kiss and softly pushed his tongue into the dark haired man’s eager mouth, moaning quietly when their tongues met.
“What the fuck” Baekhyun vaguely heard someone say, the blood rushing in his ears distracting him and making him feel like he was about to have a stroke. But even under the circumstances, seeing himself make out with Chanyeol like that was kind of turning him on.
As the kiss got more heated; Chanyeol moved away from the older man’s mouth and started kissing down his neck, nipping and sucking gently. Baekhyun moaned softly and craned his neck back, mouth open slightly and already looking debauched; lips kiss-swollen and red and eyes blown wide with lust.
“Chanyeol…” The blonde groaned, now running his elegant fingers through his boyfriend’s short black hair.
As the video kept playing, nobody said a thing. Everyone was completely frozen in place. No one even made to get up and turn the damn thing off, too scared to even move. The only one who didn’t look traumatised was Tao, who looked like he was actually enjoying it.
All of their eyes were locked onto the screen where Baekhyun was currently gasping and moaning as Chanyeol sucked dark red marks onto his collarbones.
Chanyeol then sat up and kneeled between Baekhyun’s legs, his position cutting off the top half of his body. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it behind him before doing the same to the male in front of him. He then moved off of the bed and out of shot. Baekhyun sat up on his elbows and licked his lips, eyeing Chanyeol up and down and smirking. Chanyeol then moved back into frame, completely naked and pumping his hard cock in his fist slowly.
“A sex tape. You guys taped over Sehun’s birthday party and made a sex tape.” Joonmyun said in the most horribly monotone voice, his expression completely unreadable.
“What the fuck is this?” Yifan choked; eyes wide and making panicked gestures with his hands.
“Shut up and watch the damned tape.” Tao said quickly, slapping him on the knee lightly.
Yifan gaped at the younger male but turned his attention back to the TV all the same. Joonmyun twitched and looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel.
Chanyeol picked up the camera so it was facing down at Baekhyun again, Baekhyun smirking up at it.
“What do you want me to do, baby?” The smaller man purred, moving along the bed so he was situated between Chanyeol’s legs, his hard dick just inches from his face.
“How about you wrap those pretty little lips around me and suck me?” Chanyeol said huskily, pressing the head of his dick to Baekhyun’s lips and smearing pre-come all over them.
Baekhyun groaned and licked his lips, grabbing hold of the younger man’s length and kissing the tip, giving a small kitten lick to the slit. Chanyeol moaned loudly and swore, “Fuck, you turn me on so much.”
Baekhyun just smiled coyly before taking the head into his mouth and sucking prettily, pressing his tongue to the fat vein underneath and making Chanyeol shiver. The blonde then looked up into the camera teasingly before taking the whole length into his mouth and deep-throating it, making Chanyeol buck and the camera move around jaggedly.
“You take that like a fucking champ, I always gag when I try to do that.” Tao said suddenly, making everyone turn towards him with wide eyes and making Yifan shift uncomfortably next to him. “Oh, come on. As if you guys didn’t know.”
“Just like we didn’t know about Baekhyun and Chanyeol?” Luhan said, raising his eyebrows and cocking his head towards the TV where Baekhyun was still deep-throating the younger, whose moans were making the TV rattle with vibrations.
“Wow, everyone in this band is so fucking blind. I knew about them months ago.” He said flippantly, eyes still glued to the TV.
“Excuse me?” Baekhyun choked, looking at Tao like he had sprouted an extra head.
“You guys are so obvious.” Tao smirked.
Baekhyun blinked and turned towards Chanyeol, who was smiling at him weirdly. The purple haired male smiled back sheepishly and squeezed his hand, turning his attention back to the video.
Baekhyun pulled off of Chanyeol’s cock with a small ‘pop’, licking his lips and grinning wolfishly up at the camera.
“Mmm, you do that so good, baby. Such a filthy mouth you’ve got.” Chanyeol groaned, pumping his leaking length with his hand that wasn’t holding the camera up.
Baekhyun stuck his tongue out and wiggled it about teasingly, the action going straight to Chanyeol’s dick and making him throb with need.
“Pants off and on your back, now.” The younger man commanded breathlessly.
Baekhyun complied immediately and shuffled his pants off of his legs, before lying back on the bed and spreading his legs wide, stroking his own cock slowly and flitting his tongue out to wet his dry lips.
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” The blonde panted, bedroom eyes out in full force.
“Wow Baek, you’re kind of a slut, aren’t you? I never would have imagined that you’d be on your back begging like a whore, for Chanyeol of all people.” Yixing laughed, edging forward in his seat to rest his elbows on his knees.
And Baekhyun had nothing to say to that, at all.
“’Of all people’? What’s that supposed to mean?” Chanyeol yelped, looking like he’d been kicked in the face.
“I mean, I thought Baekhyun would go for someone like Yifan at least. Someone more… I don’t know, manlier? Someone who looks like they could get the job done, anyway.” Yixing said contemplatively, not noticing the horrified look that the aforementioned man was giving him from his left.
“I’m manly, you little fuck!” Chanyeol squawked, rising up from the couch with the intention of putting his fist through the older man’s insolent face, before Baekhyun grabbed hold of his shirt and yanked him back down and just rolled his eyes at him.
“Don’t take the bait. You know how he is; he wants you to get all wound up.” The purpled haired male said, shaking his head and trying not to laugh.
“You think I’m manly, don’t you Baek?” The younger pouted cutely, completely contradicting himself and his ‘manly’ argument.
“Of course, Yeollie.” Baekhyun smiled, stifling a laugh behind his hand.
Chanyeol climbed towards the older male and situated himself between his legs, slapping Baekhyun’s hand away from his dick when he started to pump himself faster and make little noises in the back of his throat.
“Aha~ wouldn’t want you blowing your load so soon, would we? I’m not finished with you yet.” Came Chanyeol’s husky voice.
“You were taking too long.” Baekhyun whined, pouting up at the camera.
Three long fingers were suddenly shoved into Baekhyun’s face with Chanyeol’s deep baritone commanding him to suck. The smaller man readily took the fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and coating them with saliva, sucking on them like he was Chanyeol’s cock just minutes ago. He withdrew them from his mouth and lapped prettily at the tips, looking up at the camera with eyes dark and lust blown.
Chanyeol growled and wretched his hand away from the blonde, reaching down to Baekhyun’s entrance and shoving in one finger up to the knuckle straight away. Baekhyun gasped and shut his eyes tight, the sudden intrusion and pain making his cock throb with need. He had always liked a bit of pain, always liked Chanyeol to go a little rough with him. He wasn’t a vanilla type of guy; he liked sex more with a little pushing and shoving and biting and scratching and dirty talk that made his tongue feel filthy.
Chanyeol inserted a second finger and began to scissor them inside Baekhyun, making the smaller male moan unabashedly and bring his knees up to his chest to make Chanyeol’s fingers slide deeper into him.
“You’re such a fucking whore; oh my God you turn me on so much.” Chanyeol groaned, before plunging another finger into the man beneath him, making him cry out and buck up into him.
“Fuck, Chanyeol, I’m ready! Get the fuck on with it!” Baekhyun whined, gasping when Chanyeol pulled his fingers out suddenly.
The camera moved away from Baekhyun’s flushed face abruptly until Chanyeol finally settled it on the bed next to them so it could capture a full body shot of them. He then spat into his palm and lubed up his cock as best as he could with his saliva, not having the willpower to reach over into the drawer to get the actual lube, knowing that Baekhyun liked it like this anyway.
He gripped his length in his hand and pushed forward past the tight ring of muscle until he was balls-deep inside of the smaller male, gasping at the tightness that surrounded his throbbing dick. He groaned and pulled out, only to thrust back in a second later, making Baekhyun gasp and make a high-pitched noise in the back of his throat, reaching out to hold onto the younger’s shoulders for dear life.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun keened, surging upwards and molding their mouths together roughly, kissing him like his life depended on it.
The younger male moaned into the kiss and pulled away, attacking Baekhyun’s neck with bites and kisses and sucking at the spot at the side of his neck that he knew drove the older male fucking crazy.
Baekhyun threw his head to the side and whimpered loudly, feeling like he was on fucking fire and was about to combust at any minute now. Chanyeol drove him so fucking wild he just wanted to scream. He opened his eyes and found himself looking straight into the camera; he smirked filthily and licked his bottom lip, shamelessly putting on a show for the lens.
“Look at you; you’re fucking loving this, aren’t you?” Chanyeol grinned, grabbing onto the blonde’s hips and driving into him with such force that the bed slowly moved across the floor with each thrust.
Right then he drove into that bundle of nerves that had Baekhyun arching up off of the bed and screeching out, flinging his arms around Chanyeol’s neck and moaning so loudly it made Chanyeol’s head vibrate.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, God!” Baekhyun sobbed into Chanyeol’s shoulder, losing his sanity bit by bit as the younger continued his assault on his prostate.
“Baby, I’m not going to last much longer.” Chanyeol ground out, his thrusts stuttering and becoming wilder and off rhythm the more he pounded into the gorgeous body beneath him.
“Me neither, oh my God.” Baekhyun wept, reaching between them for his own dick and pumping himself jaggedly.
A couple of thrusts later left Chanyeol groaning deeply and spilling into the writhing body beneath him, screwing his eyes shut and letting his mouth fall open, determined to ride out his orgasm until he fucking collapsed. Not long after that Baekhyun was arching up and screaming out his release, shooting hot ribbons of white all over his hand and chest.
Chanyeol whined and pulled out of the smaller male slowly before collapsing beside him and pulling him into his arms, tucking his head underneath his chin. Baekhyun groaned long and low in the back of his throat, panting and twitching and feeling like he’d ran a marathon.
“Chanyeol, Oh my God. I love you.” He managed to pant out, wrapping an arm around his lover’s body and pulling him closer to him.
“I love you too.” The younger man chuckled, kissing Baekhyun’s head and nuzzling into his soft, blonde curls.
“Ugh, the camera’s still rolling. I’m all sticky and sweaty and gross. Turn the damn thing off.” Baekhyun griped, swatting at empty space behind him.
Chanyeol laughed again and sat up, leaning across Baekhyun and winking at the camera, before pressing the stop button.
Everything then went black and static filled the screen.
No one said anything for a really, really long time.
“Well, fuck me.” Jongin said eventually, folding his arms across his chest.
“Jongin, are you- are you hard?” Kyungsoo said incredulously, eyeing the bulge in said man’s pants.
“Kim Jongin!” Sehun exclaimed, slapping the older male on the arm.
“What? It was hot, okay?” Jongin said sheepishly, rubbing his arm where the younger had hit him.
“Yeah, it was hot.” Yixing grinned, patting his own bulge he was sporting, like it was a trophy that he was proud of winning or something.
“You are a horrible fucking person, Xing.” Minseok said, eyeing the blonde with distaste.
Yixing just winked and flicked his tongue out suggestively, which effectively shut the elder up.
The only one who hadn’t said anything throughout the whole ordeal was Joonmyun, who was quietly sitting with his arms folded, his face completely devoid of any emotion whatsoever. If anything, he looked at peace with the whole thing.
That is until he turned towards Baekhyun and Chanyeol with the most terrifying smile that they had ever seen on his face.
“You have defiled my camera and have ruined the sanctity of Sehun’s birthday.”
“Joonmyun, that makes no sense-”
“I am going to string you both up and cut you into little tiny pieces, and then scatter the pieces across the country so that no one will ever find your remains. Well, not all of them anyway.”
Baekhyun and Chanyeol stood up quickly, knocking into one another and almost sending each other flying in the opposite directions.
“Well, this has been fun. We’ll have to do it again sometime! I’m going to- to- do the thing.” Baekhyun smiled, clasping his hands together before promptly bolting for the front door and speeding through it, Chanyeol hot on his heels.
Joonmyun quickly stood up, face like thunder, chasing after them and screaming a string of curses at their backs, shrieking like a banshee when they escaped inside of the elevator and left him standing outside it.
The rest of the members dissipated quickly after that; Jongin excusing himself to the bathroom to sort himself out and Sehun slipping in after him quietly when he made sure no one was looking. The rest heading off into their respective bedrooms, Yifan’s loud shrieks about how he had been tainted and he was going to be traumatised forever could still be heard even at the other end of the dorm.
The only ones left inside of the lounge were Yixing and Tao, who looked at one another and smirked wickedly; the same thing seemingly on both of their minds. Tao slid along the couch so that his leg was pressed against Yixing’s, before resting his hand on his thigh and squeezing gently, eyeing Yixing’s tented pants and grinning.
“Want to watch it again?”
“Oh, definitely.”
really, it’s joonmyun’s fault that he wanted to watch sehun’s birthday party video. it’s certainly not chanyeol and baekhyun’s for taping over it. also, yixing is an insulting little bitch and yifan is kind of a woman in the body of a 6”2 male.
Honestly, none of this would have ever happened if Joonmyun would have never asked for the footage that they had shot at Sehun’s birthday party last month. It was just a bit of fun, and it had all been blown completely out of proportion, Baekhyun thought.
Chanyeol was laughing his ass off in the corner of the elevator (“Did you see the look on Joonmyun’s face? Oh my God.”) and he himself couldn’t get his face to cool down with how hard he was blushing. He felt so embarrassed, and God smite him down now if he wasn’t going to beat the shit out of Chanyeol later for suggesting the fucking idea that had got them into this mess in the first place.
They had all just been lazing about in the living room of the dorm one afternoon, not really knowing what to do with themselves, as they didn’t have a schedule for that day. Now that they had time to themselves, they were at a loss of what to do. It was raining up a storm outside so going out was out of the question, and the storm had broken some of the electrical wires outside which had, typically, cut off the cable and therefore all of their television channels.
That, plus 12 bored and restless boys was enough to cause a bit of tension between them.
“I’m bored.” Chanyeol whined, elongating the word and sounding ever the 3 year old that was trapped inside of his gangly body, earning him a sympathetic pat on the head from Baekhyun whose lap that he was laying in.
Yifan shot him a murderous look from across the room and ground his teeth together, before going back to the magazine that he had read 3 times over just for something to do. He was beginning to memorise the article on how to paint your nails properly without getting it all over your fingers, and that was never a good sign. Time to find something to do before he sprouted a vagina.
“Want to watch a movie or something? The DVD still works.” Jongdae piped up, picking at a loose piece of string on his pants.
“God, yes,” Yifan hissed, scrunching the magazine up and hurling it across the room. “Anything, just pick anything, please.”
Joonmyun chuckled at the other leader’s lack of composure and nodded his head, “Yeah, someone pick a DVD or something. Kris looks like he’s going to cut someone.”
Yifan, who narrowed his eyes at the mention of his name (and admittedly had never been able to control his temper), huffed and threw a pillow at the offending person. Joonmyun laughed again and batted the pillow away, grinning at him from the other couch.
“Chill, Yifan, you’re acting like a caged animal. No one is keeping you here, remember? Go for a walk or something.” Tao mumbled, walking over to their DVD shelf and scanning the titles for something decent to watch.
“But it’s raining! And my- my hair.” Yifan, having lost the fight, pouted, smoothing his hair down for any imaginary kinks or bumps.
“I swear, if the fans knew just how much of a woman you are then they’d have second thoughts about screaming about how cool they think you are.” Tao shot back, eyes raking over the many horror/slasher movies that they had accumulated.
Yifan huffed again and folded his arms across the chest, snarling a ‘fuck you’ at the younger boy. Tao just laughed and flipped him off.
Joonmyun suddenly shot forward in his seat, eyes wide and looking like he had found the answer to life itself. Kyungsoo jumped and yelped at the action, smacking him on the arm and mumbling that he was an asshole.
“What’s the matter, hyung; did you shit yourself or something?” Jongin smirked.
“Seriously guys,” he began, completely ignoring Jongin’s smartass comment. “Does anyone remember that video we took at that party we threw for Sehun last month?”
No one noticed Baekhyun and Chanyeol freeze up at the mention of it.
A chorus of ‘ooh’ and ‘yeah!’ echoed around the room.
“We should totally watch it! Who has the video camera?” Joonmyun carried on, looking like he was about to piss himself out of excitement.
“That old thing? Are you sure we didn’t throw it away?” Baekhyun asked nervously, eyes darting about the room.
The video camera in question was a gnarly old thing from the 90’s that still used tapes, and was something that Joonmyun couldn’t seem to part with. He said that it had more ‘authenticity’ than these digital ones that they have out today.
“Of course not! I love that thing.” Joonmyun exclaimed, sounding like he was defending his own flesh and blood.
“Hyung, I’m sure I saw it in yours and Chanyeol’s room. Are you sure it’s not in there?” Sehun asked, noticing the way that Baekhyun flinched at the comment.
“Uh, no. I don’t think so. Why would we have it? Ha, aha, ha.” The purple haired male laughed anxiously, rubbing his arms roughly in a vain attempt to calm himself down.
“Are you okay? You look like you’re going to be sick.” Minseok questioned worriedly.
“Fine! I’m fine. Completely fine. Fine.” Baekhyun shot back, a creepy smile etched onto his face.
Chanyeol nodded his head vigorously from beside him and smiled the same creepy smile, “Yeah it’s definitely definitely not in our ro-”
“I found it!” Sehun called out, walking back into the room (seriously, when did he leave?!) carrying the bulky camera in his hands.
“Where did you find that?” Baekhyun asked calmly, even though on the inside he was having a mild panic attack and feeling like he was going to throw up everything that he had eaten for breakfast that morning.
“In your closest; I thought you said it wasn’t in your room?” Sehun inquired; a small knowing look on his face.
“It- I must have forgotten.” Baekhyun smiled forcibly, grabbing onto Chanyeol’s hand inconspicuously and squeezing it with all the strength he had, the younger man successfully keeping the look of agony off of his face.
Sehun eyed them with curiosity and shrugged, walking over to the VHS player with the intention of sticking the tape in it so they could watch it.
“How do you even open this thing?” He grumbled, pressing every button on the camera with the hopes of opening it.
“Stop stop stop you’re going to break it.” Joonmyun flapped, snatching it from the younger and sitting down with it, trying to remember how to open it after not using it in a while.
“Oh, what a shame. It seems like we can’t watch it after all. Now if you’ll just give me that back-” Baekhyun said hurriedly, slowly walking over to the leader and trying to pry it out of his hands.
Joonmyun cradled it against his chest and eyed Baekhyun warily, “You really don’t want to watch this, do you? What’s wrong with it?”
Baekhyun flinched and shook his head, waving his hands about in front of him. “Nothing! Just, couldn’t we watch a movie instead? It would be so much more fun and-”
“Aw, come on, Baek. This is maknae’s 18th birthday; we all had a fun time that night, didn’t we?” Joonmyun asked.
“Yeah, but-”
“Why don’t you want to watch the tape, then? You look like you’re hiding something.” Yixing spoke up from between Jongdae and Luhan, ever being the silent yet (dangerously) observative type of person that he was.
Baekhyun stiffly turned around to look at the Chinese male and shot him a badly concealed grimace, quickly forcing a smile back onto his face.
“And why would you say that, Yixing?” He ground out.
“You look like you’re about to jump out of your skin, and you really really don’t want to play that tape. It just seems like you’re trying to hide something, is all.” Yixing shrugged, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Well you know what I think-”
Chanyeol, having sensed that Baekhyun was about to throw a fit, jumped up suddenly and ran between the two males.
“Yeah, we are hiding something,” Chanyeol began, and when he looked at Baekhyun and seen that he looked like he was about to have an aneurysm, gave him a look that said ‘just go along with it’. “We were messing about with the video camera and we accidentally taped over it.” He pouted for good measure. “Baekhyun was just scared that you’d get mad at us for erasing the footage of Sehun’s party.”
Baekhyun, looking like a thousand weights had been lifted from his shoulders, quickly caught on and pouted along with the taller male beside him.
“Yeah! I didn’t want you to get mad at me.” He said sadly, sniffling for added effect. Fuck yeah he could have gone to stage school or something, he was an awesome actor.
Joonmyun smiled softly at the two males that looked like they were going to burst into tears and shook his head lightly, “It’s okay, guys. Why didn’t you just say that in the first place? I was with Yixing; I really thought you two were trying to hide something.”
“Of course not.” Baekhyun chuckled tensely, going back over to the couch and sitting beside where Chanyeol had flopped down.
“What exactly did you tape over it with?” Joonmyun enquired, finally getting the damn thing open and sliding the tape out of it.
Baekhyun, looking down and not noticing the leader getting up and slipping the tape into the VHS player, just shrugged and smiled, “Oh you know, just a load of stupid shi-”
“Baekhyunnie! Look what I found!” Came Chanyeol’s slightly distorted voice from the TV.
Baekhyun’s head shot up so fast he was surprised that he didn’t get whiplash. His eyes bugged out of his head and he spluttered, honestly thinking that he was actually going to be sick this time. He looked at Chanyeol desperately only to see the younger male with the same expression on his face, gaping at the TV and looking like a fish out of water. He turned his head back towards the TV to see himself grinning up at the camera and waving, sitting cross-legged on his bed.
There was absolutely nothing that he could do to stop this. If he jumped up now and blocked the TV then they’d all get suspicious and would have to wrestle him out of the way. It was inevitable. He just only hoped that his heart wouldn’t give in on him by the time that the video ended.
“Say something for the camera, baby.” Chanyeol said brightly.
“Baby?” Luhan whispered incredulously.
“Hiiiii camera!” Baekhyun sang, doing his famous eye smile and waving more vigorously.
“You look really beautiful today.” Chanyeol said wistfully, his hand coming into view to stroke Baekhyun’s hair lovingly.
“You’re not looking so bad yourself.” Baekhyun grinned, leaning into Chanyeol’s touch.
“Hmm, I think we should have a little fun with this.” The younger male said, sounding mischievous.
“Oh? What did you have in mind?” The (then) blonde smirked, raising his eyebrows a little at an action that Chanyeol was doing off screen. “Oh. Ohhh, I see. Is that right?”
Baekhyun then pulled Chanyeol down by his collar and the camera was then angled away, Chanyeol fixing it a moment later so it was resting on the bed and so they were in the shot.
The younger male smiled down at his boyfriend before their eyes slipped shut and their lips met gently, moving slowly against each other until Baekhyun deepened the kiss and softly pushed his tongue into the dark haired man’s eager mouth, moaning quietly when their tongues met.
“What the fuck” Baekhyun vaguely heard someone say, the blood rushing in his ears distracting him and making him feel like he was about to have a stroke. But even under the circumstances, seeing himself make out with Chanyeol like that was kind of turning him on.
As the kiss got more heated; Chanyeol moved away from the older man’s mouth and started kissing down his neck, nipping and sucking gently. Baekhyun moaned softly and craned his neck back, mouth open slightly and already looking debauched; lips kiss-swollen and red and eyes blown wide with lust.
“Chanyeol…” The blonde groaned, now running his elegant fingers through his boyfriend’s short black hair.
As the video kept playing, nobody said a thing. Everyone was completely frozen in place. No one even made to get up and turn the damn thing off, too scared to even move. The only one who didn’t look traumatised was Tao, who looked like he was actually enjoying it.
All of their eyes were locked onto the screen where Baekhyun was currently gasping and moaning as Chanyeol sucked dark red marks onto his collarbones.
Chanyeol then sat up and kneeled between Baekhyun’s legs, his position cutting off the top half of his body. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it behind him before doing the same to the male in front of him. He then moved off of the bed and out of shot. Baekhyun sat up on his elbows and licked his lips, eyeing Chanyeol up and down and smirking. Chanyeol then moved back into frame, completely naked and pumping his hard cock in his fist slowly.
“A sex tape. You guys taped over Sehun’s birthday party and made a sex tape.” Joonmyun said in the most horribly monotone voice, his expression completely unreadable.
“What the fuck is this?” Yifan choked; eyes wide and making panicked gestures with his hands.
“Shut up and watch the damned tape.” Tao said quickly, slapping him on the knee lightly.
Yifan gaped at the younger male but turned his attention back to the TV all the same. Joonmyun twitched and looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel.
Chanyeol picked up the camera so it was facing down at Baekhyun again, Baekhyun smirking up at it.
“What do you want me to do, baby?” The smaller man purred, moving along the bed so he was situated between Chanyeol’s legs, his hard dick just inches from his face.
“How about you wrap those pretty little lips around me and suck me?” Chanyeol said huskily, pressing the head of his dick to Baekhyun’s lips and smearing pre-come all over them.
Baekhyun groaned and licked his lips, grabbing hold of the younger man’s length and kissing the tip, giving a small kitten lick to the slit. Chanyeol moaned loudly and swore, “Fuck, you turn me on so much.”
Baekhyun just smiled coyly before taking the head into his mouth and sucking prettily, pressing his tongue to the fat vein underneath and making Chanyeol shiver. The blonde then looked up into the camera teasingly before taking the whole length into his mouth and deep-throating it, making Chanyeol buck and the camera move around jaggedly.
“You take that like a fucking champ, I always gag when I try to do that.” Tao said suddenly, making everyone turn towards him with wide eyes and making Yifan shift uncomfortably next to him. “Oh, come on. As if you guys didn’t know.”
“Just like we didn’t know about Baekhyun and Chanyeol?” Luhan said, raising his eyebrows and cocking his head towards the TV where Baekhyun was still deep-throating the younger, whose moans were making the TV rattle with vibrations.
“Wow, everyone in this band is so fucking blind. I knew about them months ago.” He said flippantly, eyes still glued to the TV.
“Excuse me?” Baekhyun choked, looking at Tao like he had sprouted an extra head.
“You guys are so obvious.” Tao smirked.
Baekhyun blinked and turned towards Chanyeol, who was smiling at him weirdly. The purple haired male smiled back sheepishly and squeezed his hand, turning his attention back to the video.
Baekhyun pulled off of Chanyeol’s cock with a small ‘pop’, licking his lips and grinning wolfishly up at the camera.
“Mmm, you do that so good, baby. Such a filthy mouth you’ve got.” Chanyeol groaned, pumping his leaking length with his hand that wasn’t holding the camera up.
Baekhyun stuck his tongue out and wiggled it about teasingly, the action going straight to Chanyeol’s dick and making him throb with need.
“Pants off and on your back, now.” The younger man commanded breathlessly.
Baekhyun complied immediately and shuffled his pants off of his legs, before lying back on the bed and spreading his legs wide, stroking his own cock slowly and flitting his tongue out to wet his dry lips.
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” The blonde panted, bedroom eyes out in full force.
“Wow Baek, you’re kind of a slut, aren’t you? I never would have imagined that you’d be on your back begging like a whore, for Chanyeol of all people.” Yixing laughed, edging forward in his seat to rest his elbows on his knees.
And Baekhyun had nothing to say to that, at all.
“’Of all people’? What’s that supposed to mean?” Chanyeol yelped, looking like he’d been kicked in the face.
“I mean, I thought Baekhyun would go for someone like Yifan at least. Someone more… I don’t know, manlier? Someone who looks like they could get the job done, anyway.” Yixing said contemplatively, not noticing the horrified look that the aforementioned man was giving him from his left.
“I’m manly, you little fuck!” Chanyeol squawked, rising up from the couch with the intention of putting his fist through the older man’s insolent face, before Baekhyun grabbed hold of his shirt and yanked him back down and just rolled his eyes at him.
“Don’t take the bait. You know how he is; he wants you to get all wound up.” The purpled haired male said, shaking his head and trying not to laugh.
“You think I’m manly, don’t you Baek?” The younger pouted cutely, completely contradicting himself and his ‘manly’ argument.
“Of course, Yeollie.” Baekhyun smiled, stifling a laugh behind his hand.
Chanyeol climbed towards the older male and situated himself between his legs, slapping Baekhyun’s hand away from his dick when he started to pump himself faster and make little noises in the back of his throat.
“Aha~ wouldn’t want you blowing your load so soon, would we? I’m not finished with you yet.” Came Chanyeol’s husky voice.
“You were taking too long.” Baekhyun whined, pouting up at the camera.
Three long fingers were suddenly shoved into Baekhyun’s face with Chanyeol’s deep baritone commanding him to suck. The smaller man readily took the fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and coating them with saliva, sucking on them like he was Chanyeol’s cock just minutes ago. He withdrew them from his mouth and lapped prettily at the tips, looking up at the camera with eyes dark and lust blown.
Chanyeol growled and wretched his hand away from the blonde, reaching down to Baekhyun’s entrance and shoving in one finger up to the knuckle straight away. Baekhyun gasped and shut his eyes tight, the sudden intrusion and pain making his cock throb with need. He had always liked a bit of pain, always liked Chanyeol to go a little rough with him. He wasn’t a vanilla type of guy; he liked sex more with a little pushing and shoving and biting and scratching and dirty talk that made his tongue feel filthy.
Chanyeol inserted a second finger and began to scissor them inside Baekhyun, making the smaller male moan unabashedly and bring his knees up to his chest to make Chanyeol’s fingers slide deeper into him.
“You’re such a fucking whore; oh my God you turn me on so much.” Chanyeol groaned, before plunging another finger into the man beneath him, making him cry out and buck up into him.
“Fuck, Chanyeol, I’m ready! Get the fuck on with it!” Baekhyun whined, gasping when Chanyeol pulled his fingers out suddenly.
The camera moved away from Baekhyun’s flushed face abruptly until Chanyeol finally settled it on the bed next to them so it could capture a full body shot of them. He then spat into his palm and lubed up his cock as best as he could with his saliva, not having the willpower to reach over into the drawer to get the actual lube, knowing that Baekhyun liked it like this anyway.
He gripped his length in his hand and pushed forward past the tight ring of muscle until he was balls-deep inside of the smaller male, gasping at the tightness that surrounded his throbbing dick. He groaned and pulled out, only to thrust back in a second later, making Baekhyun gasp and make a high-pitched noise in the back of his throat, reaching out to hold onto the younger’s shoulders for dear life.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun keened, surging upwards and molding their mouths together roughly, kissing him like his life depended on it.
The younger male moaned into the kiss and pulled away, attacking Baekhyun’s neck with bites and kisses and sucking at the spot at the side of his neck that he knew drove the older male fucking crazy.
Baekhyun threw his head to the side and whimpered loudly, feeling like he was on fucking fire and was about to combust at any minute now. Chanyeol drove him so fucking wild he just wanted to scream. He opened his eyes and found himself looking straight into the camera; he smirked filthily and licked his bottom lip, shamelessly putting on a show for the lens.
“Look at you; you’re fucking loving this, aren’t you?” Chanyeol grinned, grabbing onto the blonde’s hips and driving into him with such force that the bed slowly moved across the floor with each thrust.
Right then he drove into that bundle of nerves that had Baekhyun arching up off of the bed and screeching out, flinging his arms around Chanyeol’s neck and moaning so loudly it made Chanyeol’s head vibrate.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, God!” Baekhyun sobbed into Chanyeol’s shoulder, losing his sanity bit by bit as the younger continued his assault on his prostate.
“Baby, I’m not going to last much longer.” Chanyeol ground out, his thrusts stuttering and becoming wilder and off rhythm the more he pounded into the gorgeous body beneath him.
“Me neither, oh my God.” Baekhyun wept, reaching between them for his own dick and pumping himself jaggedly.
A couple of thrusts later left Chanyeol groaning deeply and spilling into the writhing body beneath him, screwing his eyes shut and letting his mouth fall open, determined to ride out his orgasm until he fucking collapsed. Not long after that Baekhyun was arching up and screaming out his release, shooting hot ribbons of white all over his hand and chest.
Chanyeol whined and pulled out of the smaller male slowly before collapsing beside him and pulling him into his arms, tucking his head underneath his chin. Baekhyun groaned long and low in the back of his throat, panting and twitching and feeling like he’d ran a marathon.
“Chanyeol, Oh my God. I love you.” He managed to pant out, wrapping an arm around his lover’s body and pulling him closer to him.
“I love you too.” The younger man chuckled, kissing Baekhyun’s head and nuzzling into his soft, blonde curls.
“Ugh, the camera’s still rolling. I’m all sticky and sweaty and gross. Turn the damn thing off.” Baekhyun griped, swatting at empty space behind him.
Chanyeol laughed again and sat up, leaning across Baekhyun and winking at the camera, before pressing the stop button.
Everything then went black and static filled the screen.
No one said anything for a really, really long time.
“Well, fuck me.” Jongin said eventually, folding his arms across his chest.
“Jongin, are you- are you hard?” Kyungsoo said incredulously, eyeing the bulge in said man’s pants.
“Kim Jongin!” Sehun exclaimed, slapping the older male on the arm.
“What? It was hot, okay?” Jongin said sheepishly, rubbing his arm where the younger had hit him.
“Yeah, it was hot.” Yixing grinned, patting his own bulge he was sporting, like it was a trophy that he was proud of winning or something.
“You are a horrible fucking person, Xing.” Minseok said, eyeing the blonde with distaste.
Yixing just winked and flicked his tongue out suggestively, which effectively shut the elder up.
The only one who hadn’t said anything throughout the whole ordeal was Joonmyun, who was quietly sitting with his arms folded, his face completely devoid of any emotion whatsoever. If anything, he looked at peace with the whole thing.
That is until he turned towards Baekhyun and Chanyeol with the most terrifying smile that they had ever seen on his face.
“You have defiled my camera and have ruined the sanctity of Sehun’s birthday.”
“Joonmyun, that makes no sense-”
“I am going to string you both up and cut you into little tiny pieces, and then scatter the pieces across the country so that no one will ever find your remains. Well, not all of them anyway.”
Baekhyun and Chanyeol stood up quickly, knocking into one another and almost sending each other flying in the opposite directions.
“Well, this has been fun. We’ll have to do it again sometime! I’m going to- to- do the thing.” Baekhyun smiled, clasping his hands together before promptly bolting for the front door and speeding through it, Chanyeol hot on his heels.
Joonmyun quickly stood up, face like thunder, chasing after them and screaming a string of curses at their backs, shrieking like a banshee when they escaped inside of the elevator and left him standing outside it.
The rest of the members dissipated quickly after that; Jongin excusing himself to the bathroom to sort himself out and Sehun slipping in after him quietly when he made sure no one was looking. The rest heading off into their respective bedrooms, Yifan’s loud shrieks about how he had been tainted and he was going to be traumatised forever could still be heard even at the other end of the dorm.
The only ones left inside of the lounge were Yixing and Tao, who looked at one another and smirked wickedly; the same thing seemingly on both of their minds. Tao slid along the couch so that his leg was pressed against Yixing’s, before resting his hand on his thigh and squeezing gently, eyeing Yixing’s tented pants and grinning.
“Want to watch it again?”
“Oh, definitely.”