Check Yes
Title: Check Yes.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Yixing/Sehun.
Length: 2011w.
Summary: Sehun helps Yixing relax after a day at work.
Disclaimer: The kids own themselves.
Warnings: Sexual content, handjobs, cursing.
A/N: Originally written for justgetlayd. All the food in the world for my precious illusiontooreal for betaing this on such a short notice, and for owning a pair of cow pjs. Title comes from We the King's song Check Yes Juliet.
Yixing shudders as another icy blast of wind finds its way through the small gaps in his scarf. He tries to stuff the scarf further into the collar of his parka, zipping it all the way up. In some ways Yixing loves working the night shift at the cafe because he gets to see all the people who only come out after the sun has set.
The night shifts are usually less busy than the morning shifts and Yixing appreciates that. He doesn't handle stressful situations very well and Minseok, his boss, is ok with that. So Luhan, who is bright and beaming, gets to work the morning shifts with Minseok, while Yixing gets to work the night shifts with Jongin or Kyungsoo. Luhan hates getting up early, but since he's has a big, fat crush on Minseok, he doesn't complain.
The last train left hours ago, so Yixing has to walk all the way home. While his feet are aching and his brain feels like it's just minutes away from turning into mush, Yixing doesn't mind it much. Although he wishes he had worn a different pair of shoes because his four year old vans that are more holes than fabric are not particularly warm. It only took about two minutes before Yixing's feet were soaked with melted snow.
Yixing's hands feel like they're frozen solid; he can't feel them at all. He probably should have brought gloves. Still, as the snow falls down around him in the silent night, Yixing enjoys it. The fifteen minute walk back to his flat passes in no time, and before he really knows it, he's home.
He tries to be silent when he unlocks the door, his hands trembling as they slowly start to warm up. It's almost 2 am in the morning, and Yixing doesn't want to wake his boyfriend who's asleep in his bedroom, or his roommates in their respective rooms. The keys jingle as he puts them in the bowl with the two other set of keys that belongs to his roommates, Junmyeon and Yifan.
Yixing toes off his shoes and slips silently into the living room. Putting down the plastic bag he has been carrying all the way home, he quickly shucks his jacket off; throwing it mindlessly over the sofa. He'll put it back in its proper place later in the morning or something. He grabs the bag and pads over to the kitchen. As he empties the bag's contents(a couple of pastries that they didn't manage to sell) on the counter, a pair of bare arms slip around his waist and a warm nose nuzzles against his neck.
“Sehun-ah, you're supposed to be asleep,” Yixing chides, but there's no heat in his voice. Sehun's arms just tighten their hold on his waist and Sehun shuffles closer, his chest warm against Yixing's back. Yixing wants nothing more than to fall into bed with Sehun and his warm body and hibernate until spring.
“I was waiting for you. I couldn't sleep,” Sehun murmurs cutely, pressing a soft kiss against the nape of Yixing's neck. Yixing inhales sharply through his nose. He's so screwed. He tries to be a good hyung to Sehun. He even promised his older brother (and Kyungsoo) that Sehun would go to bed at a reasonable time when he was sleeping over at Yixing's. It made Yixing feel more like Sehun's baby sitter than his boyfriend, but Sehun lived with his older brother and his girlfriend. He had moved away from home to go to the college of his dreams; the same as Yixing, but his parents had only let him on one condition: he had to stay with his brother or else they wouldn't pay for his tuition. So Sehun's brother had given Yixing the responsibility that his parents had given him.
It was confusing as shit but since it was Sehun, it was absolutely worth it.
“Your hyung will kill me if he finds out,” Yixing says, trying to appeal to Sehun's conscience.
“Screw hyung.”
Yixing groans. He's tired as fuck, he wants a hot cup of coffee and a boiling shower and then a good night's sleep. What he doesn't need is angry texts from Kyungsoo when he sees the blooming black hue under Sehun's eyes. Yixing hates stress.
“I'll deal with hyung if it comes to it,” Sehun promises, rubbing his palms soothingly over Yixing's stomach. Sehun kisses Yixing's cheek and turns him around in his arms. Yixing's heart jumps when he sees Sehun's face. The warm smile resting on his lips, the glow in his eyes; it's all for him. The love Yixing feels for Sehun rushes through his body like a wildfire.Yixing can see that same love shining in Sehun's eyes, and fuck he wants to cry.
As if Sehun senses the lump forming in Yixing's throat, he leans down to capture Yixing's lips with his own. Sehun's lips are warm, and the kiss is whisper soft. It doesn't last nearly as long as Yixing wants it to, but the complaint dies on his lips when Sehun smiles at him. His palms are rubbing at the sore muscles in Yixing's back, and Yixing all but melts against Sehun's firm chest, pressing his face into his t-shirt.
“I prepared a bath for you, hyung,” Sehun says, and before Yixing even has time to consider, Sehun has pulled him through the flat and pushes him through the bathroom door.
They really don't have time for this. Sehun has classes in the morning and Yixing needs to get at least seven hours of sleep before he gets up to revise for his musical composition exam. Yixing turns on his heel to tell Sehun so, but his tongue gets stuck in his mouth when he sees Sehun standing in front of him, stark naked.
Sehun's body is a wonderland. Yixing doesn't give a fuck that it sounds like every fucking cliché ever because it's the truth. He's all firm, milky white skin. There's still something boyish in his lanky, 20 year old body, but Yixing loves it. Sehun is shameless as Yixing lets his gaze run up and down his body, taking in and appreaciating everything about him. It doesn't matter if Yixing has seen him naked countless times because he never gets tired of seeing Sehun like this.
“I know I look like a fucking masterpiece hyung, but please stop staring, you're making me blush,” Sehun says bashfully, closing the distance between their bodies. In a bat of an eye, Sehun has undressed Yixing. His only semi-clean work outfit is lying on the floor and Yixing doesn't even manage to protest before Sehun dumps him unceremoniously into the tub. There's water splashing everywhere, and Yixing panics but Sehun just laughs as he settles into the tub with him.
Sehun fusses, arranging their bodies until Yixing is seated in-between Sehun's spread legs, his back against Sehun's chest.
There are two white mugs balancing on the edge of the tub. Sehun hands him one and tells him to relax. “Let me take care of you, hyung.”
Yixing lets him. Tired from work and school, Yixing settles himself comfortably against Sehun's firm chest and brings the mug to his lips. He smiles as he realizes that Sehun has made him coffee. Piping hot, black coffee, made just the way Yixing likes it.
While Yixing loves sweets; sugar and cream and everything that's so sweet it might make other people vomit, he prefers his coffee as black as the night with absolutely nothing in it. He enjoys it as the hot beverage runs down his throat, almost scalding as the scent of coffee fills his nose. He remembers Sehun telling him once that the black coffee was just as intense as he was.
Yixing lets out a little gasp as Sehun pours water over his head. A soft chuckle reaches his ears before Sehun repeats the action until Yixing's hair is completely wet. Sehun then proceeds to squirt coconut scented shampoo into his large palms, rubbing it into Yixing's scalp and hair. Yixing all but purrs as Sehun's nimble fingers massage his scalp, filling his senses with the scent of the shampoo.
Warmth has settled in Yixing's limbs, and another warmth is building low in his stomach as Sehun works his fingers thoroughly through Yixing's hair. A moan breaks the silence in the air, and Yixing doesn't realize until Sehun laughs softly that it came from him.
“It feels that good, huh,” Sehun says. Yixing can hear the smirk splayed on his lips. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to prevent himself from whining when Sehun removes his fingers from his scalp. They take the mug away from Yixing's hands, placing it back on the edge of the bathtub before Sehun pours water over his head again
“Keep your head tilted upwards, hyung,” Sehun tells him. “To prevent soap from getting into your beautiful eyes.”
Yixing nods and closes his eyes as Sehun thoroughly rinses his hair. Yixing's cheeks color from Sehun's cheesy words.
“There, you're done,” Sehun says, his arms sneaking back around Yixing's waist. Sehun bends down to mouth at Yixing's neck. Arousal builds in Yixing's veins and as he adjusts himself against Sehun's back, he feels Sehun's own cock pressing against his lower back.
Yixing grins as he pushes back against it, relishing in the moan that escapes Sehun's lips, vibrating against Yixing's skin. In the back of his mind, his conscience is telling him that they don't have time for this, but Yixing just shrugs it off.
He turns around, albeit a little clumsily, settling himself in Sehun's lap, wrapping his legs around Sehun's waist. Their chests are pressed against each other, faces mere inches away.
“Hyung,” Sehun breathes; his eyes fixated on Yixing's lips. “Let me take care of you.”
With that, Sehun grabs both their cocks with his hand, long fingers wrapping around both their girths. He settles a quick pace right away, and it feels nothing but wonderful. Yixing leans forward to press their lips together in an open-mouthed kiss.
Sehun groans as Yixing sucks on his tongue, the grip on their cocks tightening. It's frantic and rushed, but Yixing loves it. His thighs tremble as he bucks into Sehun's fist, inhaling sharply as Sehun rubs his thumb over the swollen head of his cock. Yixing wraps his arms around Sehun's shoulders, fisting a hand in the back of Sehun's hair.
“Yixing hyung,” Sehun gasps. They're not longer kissing, more panting into each other's mouths, if anything. Pleasure builds up Yixing's spine and he can't, won't last that much longer. He slaps Sehun's hand away, grabbing Sehun's cock with his hand, working his wrist rapidly up and down Sehun's cock. Dumbfounded, it takes Sehun a couple of seconds before he gets the picture, taking Yixing's cock in his hand as he gets back on track.
It's embarrassing, really, how fast he feels the orgasm approacing, but as it seems like Sehun is following him rather quickly, Yixing figures that he doesn't mind that he has the libido of a sixteen year old virgin. It only takes a flick of Sehun's thumb over the head of Yixing's cock, paired with a couple of long pulls of his hand before Yixing comes, Sehun's name spilling from his lips.
Sehun's lips are no longer on his. They're pressed against his cheek instead as Sehun pants against his skin. He makes little, high-pitched sounds as Yixing works his wrist quickly, and as he rubs his index and middle finger against a particularly sensitive spot just under the crown of Sehun's cock, Sehun spills into the water, moaning against Yixing's cheek.
The urgency of the handjob seeps away, leaving Yixing relaxed. He rests his head against Sehun's shoulder, closing his eyes as he feels Sehun's breathing slow down. Sehun's hands are drawing small, mindless patterns on Yixing's back, mouth pressed against Yixing's temple as he murmurs little words of love against Yixing's skin.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Yixing/Sehun.
Length: 2011w.
Summary: Sehun helps Yixing relax after a day at work.
Disclaimer: The kids own themselves.
Warnings: Sexual content, handjobs, cursing.
A/N: Originally written for justgetlayd. All the food in the world for my precious illusiontooreal for betaing this on such a short notice, and for owning a pair of cow pjs. Title comes from We the King's song Check Yes Juliet.
Yixing shudders as another icy blast of wind finds its way through the small gaps in his scarf. He tries to stuff the scarf further into the collar of his parka, zipping it all the way up. In some ways Yixing loves working the night shift at the cafe because he gets to see all the people who only come out after the sun has set.
The night shifts are usually less busy than the morning shifts and Yixing appreciates that. He doesn't handle stressful situations very well and Minseok, his boss, is ok with that. So Luhan, who is bright and beaming, gets to work the morning shifts with Minseok, while Yixing gets to work the night shifts with Jongin or Kyungsoo. Luhan hates getting up early, but since he's has a big, fat crush on Minseok, he doesn't complain.
The last train left hours ago, so Yixing has to walk all the way home. While his feet are aching and his brain feels like it's just minutes away from turning into mush, Yixing doesn't mind it much. Although he wishes he had worn a different pair of shoes because his four year old vans that are more holes than fabric are not particularly warm. It only took about two minutes before Yixing's feet were soaked with melted snow.
Yixing's hands feel like they're frozen solid; he can't feel them at all. He probably should have brought gloves. Still, as the snow falls down around him in the silent night, Yixing enjoys it. The fifteen minute walk back to his flat passes in no time, and before he really knows it, he's home.
He tries to be silent when he unlocks the door, his hands trembling as they slowly start to warm up. It's almost 2 am in the morning, and Yixing doesn't want to wake his boyfriend who's asleep in his bedroom, or his roommates in their respective rooms. The keys jingle as he puts them in the bowl with the two other set of keys that belongs to his roommates, Junmyeon and Yifan.
Yixing toes off his shoes and slips silently into the living room. Putting down the plastic bag he has been carrying all the way home, he quickly shucks his jacket off; throwing it mindlessly over the sofa. He'll put it back in its proper place later in the morning or something. He grabs the bag and pads over to the kitchen. As he empties the bag's contents(a couple of pastries that they didn't manage to sell) on the counter, a pair of bare arms slip around his waist and a warm nose nuzzles against his neck.
“Sehun-ah, you're supposed to be asleep,” Yixing chides, but there's no heat in his voice. Sehun's arms just tighten their hold on his waist and Sehun shuffles closer, his chest warm against Yixing's back. Yixing wants nothing more than to fall into bed with Sehun and his warm body and hibernate until spring.
“I was waiting for you. I couldn't sleep,” Sehun murmurs cutely, pressing a soft kiss against the nape of Yixing's neck. Yixing inhales sharply through his nose. He's so screwed. He tries to be a good hyung to Sehun. He even promised his older brother (and Kyungsoo) that Sehun would go to bed at a reasonable time when he was sleeping over at Yixing's. It made Yixing feel more like Sehun's baby sitter than his boyfriend, but Sehun lived with his older brother and his girlfriend. He had moved away from home to go to the college of his dreams; the same as Yixing, but his parents had only let him on one condition: he had to stay with his brother or else they wouldn't pay for his tuition. So Sehun's brother had given Yixing the responsibility that his parents had given him.
It was confusing as shit but since it was Sehun, it was absolutely worth it.
“Your hyung will kill me if he finds out,” Yixing says, trying to appeal to Sehun's conscience.
“Screw hyung.”
Yixing groans. He's tired as fuck, he wants a hot cup of coffee and a boiling shower and then a good night's sleep. What he doesn't need is angry texts from Kyungsoo when he sees the blooming black hue under Sehun's eyes. Yixing hates stress.
“I'll deal with hyung if it comes to it,” Sehun promises, rubbing his palms soothingly over Yixing's stomach. Sehun kisses Yixing's cheek and turns him around in his arms. Yixing's heart jumps when he sees Sehun's face. The warm smile resting on his lips, the glow in his eyes; it's all for him. The love Yixing feels for Sehun rushes through his body like a wildfire.Yixing can see that same love shining in Sehun's eyes, and fuck he wants to cry.
As if Sehun senses the lump forming in Yixing's throat, he leans down to capture Yixing's lips with his own. Sehun's lips are warm, and the kiss is whisper soft. It doesn't last nearly as long as Yixing wants it to, but the complaint dies on his lips when Sehun smiles at him. His palms are rubbing at the sore muscles in Yixing's back, and Yixing all but melts against Sehun's firm chest, pressing his face into his t-shirt.
“I prepared a bath for you, hyung,” Sehun says, and before Yixing even has time to consider, Sehun has pulled him through the flat and pushes him through the bathroom door.
They really don't have time for this. Sehun has classes in the morning and Yixing needs to get at least seven hours of sleep before he gets up to revise for his musical composition exam. Yixing turns on his heel to tell Sehun so, but his tongue gets stuck in his mouth when he sees Sehun standing in front of him, stark naked.
Sehun's body is a wonderland. Yixing doesn't give a fuck that it sounds like every fucking cliché ever because it's the truth. He's all firm, milky white skin. There's still something boyish in his lanky, 20 year old body, but Yixing loves it. Sehun is shameless as Yixing lets his gaze run up and down his body, taking in and appreaciating everything about him. It doesn't matter if Yixing has seen him naked countless times because he never gets tired of seeing Sehun like this.
“I know I look like a fucking masterpiece hyung, but please stop staring, you're making me blush,” Sehun says bashfully, closing the distance between their bodies. In a bat of an eye, Sehun has undressed Yixing. His only semi-clean work outfit is lying on the floor and Yixing doesn't even manage to protest before Sehun dumps him unceremoniously into the tub. There's water splashing everywhere, and Yixing panics but Sehun just laughs as he settles into the tub with him.
Sehun fusses, arranging their bodies until Yixing is seated in-between Sehun's spread legs, his back against Sehun's chest.
There are two white mugs balancing on the edge of the tub. Sehun hands him one and tells him to relax. “Let me take care of you, hyung.”
Yixing lets him. Tired from work and school, Yixing settles himself comfortably against Sehun's firm chest and brings the mug to his lips. He smiles as he realizes that Sehun has made him coffee. Piping hot, black coffee, made just the way Yixing likes it.
While Yixing loves sweets; sugar and cream and everything that's so sweet it might make other people vomit, he prefers his coffee as black as the night with absolutely nothing in it. He enjoys it as the hot beverage runs down his throat, almost scalding as the scent of coffee fills his nose. He remembers Sehun telling him once that the black coffee was just as intense as he was.
Yixing lets out a little gasp as Sehun pours water over his head. A soft chuckle reaches his ears before Sehun repeats the action until Yixing's hair is completely wet. Sehun then proceeds to squirt coconut scented shampoo into his large palms, rubbing it into Yixing's scalp and hair. Yixing all but purrs as Sehun's nimble fingers massage his scalp, filling his senses with the scent of the shampoo.
Warmth has settled in Yixing's limbs, and another warmth is building low in his stomach as Sehun works his fingers thoroughly through Yixing's hair. A moan breaks the silence in the air, and Yixing doesn't realize until Sehun laughs softly that it came from him.
“It feels that good, huh,” Sehun says. Yixing can hear the smirk splayed on his lips. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to prevent himself from whining when Sehun removes his fingers from his scalp. They take the mug away from Yixing's hands, placing it back on the edge of the bathtub before Sehun pours water over his head again
“Keep your head tilted upwards, hyung,” Sehun tells him. “To prevent soap from getting into your beautiful eyes.”
Yixing nods and closes his eyes as Sehun thoroughly rinses his hair. Yixing's cheeks color from Sehun's cheesy words.
“There, you're done,” Sehun says, his arms sneaking back around Yixing's waist. Sehun bends down to mouth at Yixing's neck. Arousal builds in Yixing's veins and as he adjusts himself against Sehun's back, he feels Sehun's own cock pressing against his lower back.
Yixing grins as he pushes back against it, relishing in the moan that escapes Sehun's lips, vibrating against Yixing's skin. In the back of his mind, his conscience is telling him that they don't have time for this, but Yixing just shrugs it off.
He turns around, albeit a little clumsily, settling himself in Sehun's lap, wrapping his legs around Sehun's waist. Their chests are pressed against each other, faces mere inches away.
“Hyung,” Sehun breathes; his eyes fixated on Yixing's lips. “Let me take care of you.”
With that, Sehun grabs both their cocks with his hand, long fingers wrapping around both their girths. He settles a quick pace right away, and it feels nothing but wonderful. Yixing leans forward to press their lips together in an open-mouthed kiss.
Sehun groans as Yixing sucks on his tongue, the grip on their cocks tightening. It's frantic and rushed, but Yixing loves it. His thighs tremble as he bucks into Sehun's fist, inhaling sharply as Sehun rubs his thumb over the swollen head of his cock. Yixing wraps his arms around Sehun's shoulders, fisting a hand in the back of Sehun's hair.
“Yixing hyung,” Sehun gasps. They're not longer kissing, more panting into each other's mouths, if anything. Pleasure builds up Yixing's spine and he can't, won't last that much longer. He slaps Sehun's hand away, grabbing Sehun's cock with his hand, working his wrist rapidly up and down Sehun's cock. Dumbfounded, it takes Sehun a couple of seconds before he gets the picture, taking Yixing's cock in his hand as he gets back on track.
It's embarrassing, really, how fast he feels the orgasm approacing, but as it seems like Sehun is following him rather quickly, Yixing figures that he doesn't mind that he has the libido of a sixteen year old virgin. It only takes a flick of Sehun's thumb over the head of Yixing's cock, paired with a couple of long pulls of his hand before Yixing comes, Sehun's name spilling from his lips.
Sehun's lips are no longer on his. They're pressed against his cheek instead as Sehun pants against his skin. He makes little, high-pitched sounds as Yixing works his wrist quickly, and as he rubs his index and middle finger against a particularly sensitive spot just under the crown of Sehun's cock, Sehun spills into the water, moaning against Yixing's cheek.
The urgency of the handjob seeps away, leaving Yixing relaxed. He rests his head against Sehun's shoulder, closing his eyes as he feels Sehun's breathing slow down. Sehun's hands are drawing small, mindless patterns on Yixing's back, mouth pressed against Yixing's temple as he murmurs little words of love against Yixing's skin.