Day 3
Valentines' Advent Master Post
For Miranda
Chanyeol/Yixing, 1472, R
Yixing gets kinky and Chanyeol doesn't know what to do-so he runs.
Chanyeol pulls away. “What?”
Yixing seems to be coming back to himself now, blinking steadily with a growing look of horror. “Chan, I-”
Pulling out-his dick’s still hard but he’s not going to think about that right now, especially since it’s harder than before and, seriously, what the fuck?-Chanyeol throws on some shorts, grabs a t-shirt, and leaves the room. He closes the door behind him, hears Yixing getting up, and sprints down the stairs, out the front door to the dorms, and halfway across campus before he heads into the science building. He has a secret cubby in the basement, a place he hasn’t told anyone about because sometimes he needs the solitude, and he curls up into a ball, head in his hands, dick still unnervingly hard.
“What the fuck?”
-
“So, you’re not talking to Yixing.”
Chanyeol startles, looking up from his lab report at Baekhyun slides into the seat across from him.
“Yeah, what gives?” Kyungsoo asks, slightly quieter, but looking ten times as menacing.
Chanyeol merely frowns, ignoring the question, and raises a finger to his lips in the universal shushing motion. They’re on the study floor of the library. The rule should be hailed and respected.
Jongdae dumps his backpack onto the floor, hops up onto the table and crosses his legs. He rolls his eyes at Chanyeol, scoffing. “Dude, it’s ten in the morning on a Wednesday, three weeks into the semester. There’s no one in here but you.” He perches his chin on his palm, eyes gleaming. “So, what happened with you and Yixing?”
Chanyeol sighs and closes his notes. There’s no way he could have avoided this. The four of them have been friends since high school, and no amount of effort has ever been successful in leading them away from the hunt, so he may as well give up now. “So. Um. Yixing and I aren’t just roommates. Sometimes, we, um. We have sex.” He closes his eyes, preparing himself for the shouts of surprise.
“Dude, we know,” Jongdae deadpans.
“Baekhyun even walked in on you guys once.” Kyungsoo looks completely uninterested, checking something out on his phone.
“It was an awful experience, I don’t want to talk about it,” Baekhyun sobs dramatically, covering his eyes. “But seriously, man. We know. It’s been going on for like, a year.”
Chanyeol blinks. Then he blinks again. “What?” He cries, throwing the quiet floor honor code to the wind. “You knew and you never said anything?”
Baekhyun shrugs. “We figured you wanted to keep it a secret or something. We didn’t know why, but we didn’t want to force you into anything.” He meets Chanyeol’s eyes, narrowing his slightly. “But now Yixing’s all mopey and he’s a really cute guy. Anyway Jongdae has lit with him and Yixing’s basically going to fail the class if you keep this up.”
“It’s really sad,” Jongdae agrees. “So, what happened? Is he pregnant? Are you pregnant? Did one of you cheat? Is he actually your brother? Is he actually your sister? Are you arch rivals that can never be together because your family is poor and he’s an heir to a global company? Or,” he raises his eyebrows, “are you having problems getting it up?”
“What? No, I-”
“It’s fine if you are,” Kyungsoo interrupts. “It’s a very common problem, even among men in your age range. It’s nothing to be ashamed of and there’s many different treatments available so that you and your partner can still have gratifying intercourse.”
Baekhyun scrunches his face up. “What the-hey, did you google erectile dysfunction?”
“Yes, I did,” Kyungsoo replies, not looking away from his phone. “I’ll even bookmark it so that when you need it, I can send it to you.”
“What the fuck, man? You know that my dick game is fucking fantastic! I don’t-”
“He called me daddy,” Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun immediately falls silent. “On Sunday, we were watching movies and eating pizza and then we started-you know-and right in the heat of it, he called me daddy.”
Jongdae and Baekhyun stare wordlessly for once, and Kyungsoo’s finally looked up from his phone and opens his mouth. “Did you not like that?”
“No, I-” Chanyeol clears his throat. “I thought it was, um, really hot. But-” he sighs, voicing the dilemma he’s been repeating in his head for days. “I don’t know if that’s territory I want to go into. We have something casual-we study together, jam out when we’re stressed, we watch movies, and we fuck. I don’t-if we start getting into kinky stuff, that’s a little too real. That’s an actual relationship. I-” He takes a deep breath, leaning back in the chair. “It might ruin everything. What if we have a fight? Break up? He’s the best roommate I’ve ever had and I… I was thinking about asking if he would want to maybe move into an apartment together in the city after we graduate. But, if we have an actual relationship-if we’re dating-that could ruin everything.”
“You’re an idiot,” Jongdae mutters.
Baekhyun nods, “Yup.”
Chanyeol shoots them hurt looks. He’d thought for sure they’d understand. They’d been with him through all his relationships, and they’d been there after the break-ups, helped him when he’d been a complete mess. He’d thought they’d understand why he felt like this, especially after his last relationship. It had taken him months to get back on his feet-and that was largely due to the fact that Yixing was there to help him. If Yixing weren’t there…
“Be honest,” Kyungsoo cuts in, “do you really see the two of you breaking up in the near future, as friends with benefits or otherwise? Do you really think your relationship would change drastically if you were to pursue an actual relationship with him?”
Chanyeol opens his mouth, shuts it, and actually thinks. He leans back in his seat, eyebrows rising. “No. You’re right. I don’t think it would.”
Kyungsoo smiles, eyes scrunching at the corners. “Then what are you still doing here? You know Yixing’s free after ten thirty.”
Chanyeol checks his phone and, yeah, it’s a quarter till eleven. Yixing’ll be in the room, either trying to get homework out of the way or messing around with his guitar. Chanyeol throws all his things into his backpack and bolts, leaving his friends without another word.
The three of them watch him leave. Jongdae shakes his head. “Lucky bastard.” Kyungsoo and Baekhyun nod in agreement.
-
Chanyeol throws open the door and Yixing’s in there, but so is Joonmyun, and they’re sitting on Yixing’s bed in the middle of a hushed conversation, which they stop as soon as they see Chanyeol standing there.
Joonmyun gets up, offering Yixing a wave. “Call me if you need me!” He grabs his bed and walks past Chanyeol, offering the taller man a smile and a whispered, “Took you long enough!”
Chanyeol blinks in surprise. Does the entire campus know that they’re involved? He shakes the thought off, gives Yixing a tentative smile, and drops his bag before sitting on his own bed across from Yixing. He doesn’t want to crowd the man. He leans back on his hands as he considers what to say.
“I’m sorry!” Yixing blurts, and Chanyeol’s mouth opens in surprise. “I really didn’t mean to-I was just a little lost in the moment? We can pretend it never happened if you want. I just, I’ve been really lonely these past few days, without you, and I don’t want that to happen again. We can forget it completely-I understand and respect that you don’t want to do that.”
Chanyeol frowns, feeling like Captain Douchebag #1. He gets up from his bed and walks over to Yixing, pulling the smaller man into his arms. “I’m so sorry, I-well, I was stupid. I thought that if we went into that kind of stuff, everything would change. But it won’t, will it? And, honestly, I thought it was really hot. And you can totally do it again, but,” he draws in a deep breath, “maybe as my boyfriend this time?”
“Yes!” Yixing shouts, throwing himself against Chanyeol and forcing him onto his back. “Yes, yes, yes!!” He places a kiss on Chanyeol’s face for each exclamation and the gangly man is laughing, trying and failing to push the man away.
“Calm down,” he laughs, placing a soft kiss on Yixing’s cheek. “And let me up, will you? My thigh’s cramping.”
Yixing’s eyes flash mischievously, and he grins. “Make me, Daddy.”
Chanyeol shivers, moaning low in his throat. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters under his breath, then pushes himself up and tackles his boyfriend (!) so that he can kiss him senseless.
For Miranda
Chanyeol/Yixing, 1472, R
Yixing gets kinky and Chanyeol doesn't know what to do-so he runs.
Chanyeol pulls away. “What?”
Yixing seems to be coming back to himself now, blinking steadily with a growing look of horror. “Chan, I-”
Pulling out-his dick’s still hard but he’s not going to think about that right now, especially since it’s harder than before and, seriously, what the fuck?-Chanyeol throws on some shorts, grabs a t-shirt, and leaves the room. He closes the door behind him, hears Yixing getting up, and sprints down the stairs, out the front door to the dorms, and halfway across campus before he heads into the science building. He has a secret cubby in the basement, a place he hasn’t told anyone about because sometimes he needs the solitude, and he curls up into a ball, head in his hands, dick still unnervingly hard.
“What the fuck?”
-
“So, you’re not talking to Yixing.”
Chanyeol startles, looking up from his lab report at Baekhyun slides into the seat across from him.
“Yeah, what gives?” Kyungsoo asks, slightly quieter, but looking ten times as menacing.
Chanyeol merely frowns, ignoring the question, and raises a finger to his lips in the universal shushing motion. They’re on the study floor of the library. The rule should be hailed and respected.
Jongdae dumps his backpack onto the floor, hops up onto the table and crosses his legs. He rolls his eyes at Chanyeol, scoffing. “Dude, it’s ten in the morning on a Wednesday, three weeks into the semester. There’s no one in here but you.” He perches his chin on his palm, eyes gleaming. “So, what happened with you and Yixing?”
Chanyeol sighs and closes his notes. There’s no way he could have avoided this. The four of them have been friends since high school, and no amount of effort has ever been successful in leading them away from the hunt, so he may as well give up now. “So. Um. Yixing and I aren’t just roommates. Sometimes, we, um. We have sex.” He closes his eyes, preparing himself for the shouts of surprise.
“Dude, we know,” Jongdae deadpans.
“Baekhyun even walked in on you guys once.” Kyungsoo looks completely uninterested, checking something out on his phone.
“It was an awful experience, I don’t want to talk about it,” Baekhyun sobs dramatically, covering his eyes. “But seriously, man. We know. It’s been going on for like, a year.”
Chanyeol blinks. Then he blinks again. “What?” He cries, throwing the quiet floor honor code to the wind. “You knew and you never said anything?”
Baekhyun shrugs. “We figured you wanted to keep it a secret or something. We didn’t know why, but we didn’t want to force you into anything.” He meets Chanyeol’s eyes, narrowing his slightly. “But now Yixing’s all mopey and he’s a really cute guy. Anyway Jongdae has lit with him and Yixing’s basically going to fail the class if you keep this up.”
“It’s really sad,” Jongdae agrees. “So, what happened? Is he pregnant? Are you pregnant? Did one of you cheat? Is he actually your brother? Is he actually your sister? Are you arch rivals that can never be together because your family is poor and he’s an heir to a global company? Or,” he raises his eyebrows, “are you having problems getting it up?”
“What? No, I-”
“It’s fine if you are,” Kyungsoo interrupts. “It’s a very common problem, even among men in your age range. It’s nothing to be ashamed of and there’s many different treatments available so that you and your partner can still have gratifying intercourse.”
Baekhyun scrunches his face up. “What the-hey, did you google erectile dysfunction?”
“Yes, I did,” Kyungsoo replies, not looking away from his phone. “I’ll even bookmark it so that when you need it, I can send it to you.”
“What the fuck, man? You know that my dick game is fucking fantastic! I don’t-”
“He called me daddy,” Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun immediately falls silent. “On Sunday, we were watching movies and eating pizza and then we started-you know-and right in the heat of it, he called me daddy.”
Jongdae and Baekhyun stare wordlessly for once, and Kyungsoo’s finally looked up from his phone and opens his mouth. “Did you not like that?”
“No, I-” Chanyeol clears his throat. “I thought it was, um, really hot. But-” he sighs, voicing the dilemma he’s been repeating in his head for days. “I don’t know if that’s territory I want to go into. We have something casual-we study together, jam out when we’re stressed, we watch movies, and we fuck. I don’t-if we start getting into kinky stuff, that’s a little too real. That’s an actual relationship. I-” He takes a deep breath, leaning back in the chair. “It might ruin everything. What if we have a fight? Break up? He’s the best roommate I’ve ever had and I… I was thinking about asking if he would want to maybe move into an apartment together in the city after we graduate. But, if we have an actual relationship-if we’re dating-that could ruin everything.”
“You’re an idiot,” Jongdae mutters.
Baekhyun nods, “Yup.”
Chanyeol shoots them hurt looks. He’d thought for sure they’d understand. They’d been with him through all his relationships, and they’d been there after the break-ups, helped him when he’d been a complete mess. He’d thought they’d understand why he felt like this, especially after his last relationship. It had taken him months to get back on his feet-and that was largely due to the fact that Yixing was there to help him. If Yixing weren’t there…
“Be honest,” Kyungsoo cuts in, “do you really see the two of you breaking up in the near future, as friends with benefits or otherwise? Do you really think your relationship would change drastically if you were to pursue an actual relationship with him?”
Chanyeol opens his mouth, shuts it, and actually thinks. He leans back in his seat, eyebrows rising. “No. You’re right. I don’t think it would.”
Kyungsoo smiles, eyes scrunching at the corners. “Then what are you still doing here? You know Yixing’s free after ten thirty.”
Chanyeol checks his phone and, yeah, it’s a quarter till eleven. Yixing’ll be in the room, either trying to get homework out of the way or messing around with his guitar. Chanyeol throws all his things into his backpack and bolts, leaving his friends without another word.
The three of them watch him leave. Jongdae shakes his head. “Lucky bastard.” Kyungsoo and Baekhyun nod in agreement.
-
Chanyeol throws open the door and Yixing’s in there, but so is Joonmyun, and they’re sitting on Yixing’s bed in the middle of a hushed conversation, which they stop as soon as they see Chanyeol standing there.
Joonmyun gets up, offering Yixing a wave. “Call me if you need me!” He grabs his bed and walks past Chanyeol, offering the taller man a smile and a whispered, “Took you long enough!”
Chanyeol blinks in surprise. Does the entire campus know that they’re involved? He shakes the thought off, gives Yixing a tentative smile, and drops his bag before sitting on his own bed across from Yixing. He doesn’t want to crowd the man. He leans back on his hands as he considers what to say.
“I’m sorry!” Yixing blurts, and Chanyeol’s mouth opens in surprise. “I really didn’t mean to-I was just a little lost in the moment? We can pretend it never happened if you want. I just, I’ve been really lonely these past few days, without you, and I don’t want that to happen again. We can forget it completely-I understand and respect that you don’t want to do that.”
Chanyeol frowns, feeling like Captain Douchebag #1. He gets up from his bed and walks over to Yixing, pulling the smaller man into his arms. “I’m so sorry, I-well, I was stupid. I thought that if we went into that kind of stuff, everything would change. But it won’t, will it? And, honestly, I thought it was really hot. And you can totally do it again, but,” he draws in a deep breath, “maybe as my boyfriend this time?”
“Yes!” Yixing shouts, throwing himself against Chanyeol and forcing him onto his back. “Yes, yes, yes!!” He places a kiss on Chanyeol’s face for each exclamation and the gangly man is laughing, trying and failing to push the man away.
“Calm down,” he laughs, placing a soft kiss on Yixing’s cheek. “And let me up, will you? My thigh’s cramping.”
Yixing’s eyes flash mischievously, and he grins. “Make me, Daddy.”
Chanyeol shivers, moaning low in his throat. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters under his breath, then pushes himself up and tackles his boyfriend (!) so that he can kiss him senseless.