pre-champ [1/2]
Title: pre-champ
Author: Anonymous until 1/30/14
For: sardothien
Pairing: Baekhyun/Luhan
Word Count: 10,200
Summary: this is baekhyun's year to win his first gold on the collegiate latin circuit, and hell if he's going to let some grad student newcomer from his own damn school waltz in and steal his medal. (college ballroom dance team au)
Warnings: semi-public sex, dirty talk, mentions of public sex
Rating: NC-17
One
"Do these pants make my ass look fat?" Jongin asks, and Baekhyun rolls his eyes.
"Yes," Baekhyun says, without looking. "Super juicy. Just like they did the last two times you asked." They're higher-waisted than his last pair, which means Jongin now has the excuse he's always wanted to never button his shirt again.
"Good," Jongin says. "I think I've been losing points on my rumba because my pants aren't tight enough."
"No, you've been losing points on your rumba because you're afraid you're going to accidentally rub your dick against Hyori Lee when you pull her in from the 'alemana' and into the 'sliding doors'."
Jongin flushes a deep red, even as he tries to laugh it off. "Baek, partnering a hot grad student isn't as easy as it looks." He plucks at his newly tailored Latin pants. They'd picked them up at Repeat Performance last week after an impromptu field-trip to Rockville in Jongdae's barely alive '98 Camry, and Jongin has tried them on at least once every practice since. "I'm under a lot of stress."
"You just don't want her to stomp your balls if you get fresh." Baekhyun says. "I can understand that. Intellectually and spiritually."
"Yeah," Jongdae says, lacing up his Latin shoes, "I'll bet you can. Taeyeon has stomped your balls off every practice since you guys started partnering."
"She's vibrant and energetic," Baekhyun says, starting his warm-ups. "Everything I could ask for in a partner."
"And you've had a crush on her since we were in high school," Kyungsoo interrupts, as he leans, arms crossed, against the bar. "Which is not a secret, by the way. Everyone knows."
"No one can fault me for my flawless taste," Baekhyun replies. "Where is Junmyeon?"
"I saw him with Kris and Dan upstairs a few minutes ago, arguing over the calendar," Jongdae says.
"Let me guess," Baekhyun smiles, "he was looking radiant, so beautiful the moon refused to shine in her jealousy of his flawless complexion--"
"I'll kill you one day," Jongdae says. "I swear, Baekhyun, I will."
"I take that risk every time I get into your car." Baekhyun gives Jongdae the finger. "I don't think your parents meant for the old car they gave you for your sixteenth birthday to still be trolling up and down Route 1..."
"Don't defend it, Jongdae," Kyungsoo says, before Jongdae finishes his huffy inhale. "It's a death machine. Let's accept that and move on."
"Move on to what?" Jongdae stands up, shoes tied in neat bunny-ear bows like he's a third grader. "Junmyeon and Dan aren't here, and Han isn't here, either, so it's not like we can start technique practice."
Baekhyun hisses at Han's name.
"Grow up," Kyungsoo says. "Honestly, Baek, you only hate him because he's better than you." Jongin laughs, but he's still checking himself out anxiously in the mirror, so his laugh doesn't even count.
"He's not better than I am," Baekhyun lectures. "Just because he was some big name amateur in China or whatever. I'm a senior, this is my last chance. I'm finally qualified for pre-champ, and I won't let him get in my way."
"That's the spirit, Baekhyun!" Jongdae gives him a thumbs up. "I'll buy you a drink when you lose."
"You're just pressed that you're twenty-one now, and officially old enough to buy someone a drink," Kyungsoo says, as Baekhyun quietly fumes.
"He's not going to beat me," Baekhyun says. "I'll rub that pretty face of his into the ground and then do a victory dance on top of him in my three-inch Latin heels."
"Is this a bad time?" Hyori asks, standing in the doorway to the smaller dance studio with crossed arms and an amused smirk on her face. "Because I can come back later."
"No, no," Kyungsoo says, suddenly charming. "What can we do for you, Captain?"
"I'd like to borrow Jongin," she says. "I know the boys have individual technique classes with Dan tonight, but Jongin and I need the partnering practice more, especially with the Ohio Star Ball coming up next week."
"November always seems to fly by," says Junmyeon, who appears behind her, all smiles and wearing the ugliest cardigan Baekhyun has ever seen. "Jongin really does have amazing individual technique, so he might be better served with partner work. Borrow away!"
Hyori smiles, and Jongin gulps audibly. "Just let me... change," he says, and Hyori skims him from head to toe with her eyes. "Your ass looks great in those, little Jongin."
"Thanks," Jongin mumbles, picking up his sweatpants and underwear and hurtling past her into the hallway, face the color of a hothouse strawberry. Jongin always gets pale and red at the same time.
Baekhyun laughs sadistically, and Hyori smirks. "He's so easy to embarrass," she says. "I think he's afraid to touch me. While that would normally be really entertaining, it's really screwing up the flow of our dances."
"You'll have to work with him," Baekhyun says.
"Like Narsha 'worked' with Minseok last year?" Hyori asks, laughing. "Not this year. Maybe next year, if he stops staring at the ground when he talks to me."
Baekhyun taps the toe of his shoe against the freshly polished wooden floor. "That could mess up your partnership," Baekhyun says. "You know what they say. Good partners can turn into horrible lovers."
"Is that what you tell yourself at night?" Jongdae asks. "To console yourself when you realize you've been dancing with Taeyeon for four years of uni and you've still never made a move?”
"I am no longer interested in her," Baekhyun says, huffing. "I'm satisfied with our explosive chemistry on the dance floor. Taking that to the bedroom would just mess everything up." Baekhyun leers. "But trust me, we'd be explosive in the bedroom, too." He sketchily lifts and drops his eyebrows.
"Sorry I'm late," Han says, bursting in, as Hyori moves out of his way. His cheeks are flushed, and he has a big purple scarf wrapped around his neck, covering his mouth. His sweatpants hang obscenely low on his hips. "My prof kept me late going over this one part of my thesis proposal." He pulls his scarf down, away from his mouth. "But it seems I wasn't missing much besides Baekhyun bragging about his sexual prowess."
"That's okay," Junmyeon says. "You're right, we haven't started yet."
"And whose fault is that?" Baekhyun mutters, narrowing his eyes at Han and Junmyeon both.
"Clearly the guy who's bragging," Kyungsoo adds.
"You say bragging, I say lying," Jongdae says, and Kyungsoo smirks in agreement. Baekhyun glares at them both heatedly before turning back to Han Lu, his arch-nemesis, whose eyes twinkle like Superman's teeth back at him.
"Well, I'll leave you gentlemen to your dick-measuring competition," Hyori says. "I've got to go break my partner."
"You mean 'break-in', right?" Han asks, face crinkling up with cute perplexedness.
“Do I?” Hyori replies, with an evil grin, before she leaves them.
"I would like to switch partners," Jongdae announces, right before Kyungsoo hits him on the head.
"Well," Junmyeon says, clearing his throat. "Shall we get started?"
÷
Baekhyun had joined the ballroom dance team in his freshman year. It wasn’t out of some burning desire to do yet another extra-curricular. No, not at all. It’s just that Baekhyun had spent four years harboring a secret crush on Taeyeon Kim, a girl from his church, and she’d just joined the ballroom dance team. Baekhyun had seen it for the epic opportunity it was, and corralled Jongdae and Kyungsoo into joining with him.
He’d never expected to fall in love with ballroom dance, or to be good at it. But here he is, four years later, eligible for pre-champ. It’s his year. Baekhyun is a senior, he has the perfect partner, and the latin pre-champ title should be his for the taking.
Or should have been, if motherfucking Han Lu from Beijing Normal hadn’t shown up and been on Baekhyun’s team and definitely-not-better-but-maybe-almost-as-good as Baekhyun is.
It doesn’t help that everyone likes Han Lu. He’s handsome and has nice teeth and no one seems to mind that he laughs like a velociraptor. “He laughs like he’s going to eat my soul,” Baekhyun whines to Jongdae as they eat Panda Express in the back seat of the Camry, because they’d had to make a run for it when they saw Kyungsoo in the student union. (He thinks Panda Express is poison and he’s probably right. But Baekhyun will enjoy every bite of it as it slowly kills him.) “Just devour it.”
“He’d go hungry then,” Jongdae replies, stealing a piece of Baekhyun’s chicken. “Considering you lost your soul in the eleventh grade.”
“You’re missing the point!” Baekhyun says. “He’s weird and upsetting and-“
“Has a really great basic in the chacha,” Jongdae finishes. “You’re just jealous that Dan and Junmyeon never yell at him to tuck in his butt.”
“I can’t help the generous curves I was blessed with,” Baekhyun says, stabbing Jongdae in the cheek with his plastic fork. “That flat-ass wishes.”
“I think you should focus more on upping your own game before the Ohio Star Ball,” Jongdae advises. “I mean, instead of worrying about Han. Focus inwards or some shit.”
“Just because you read the books Junmyeon lends you, doesn’t mean he’ll let you suck his dick,” Baekhyun replies, and Jongdae flips him off, and Baekhyun is about to launch into an impersonation of Jongin’s mother, who's totally the pastor at their families’ church, when there’s an ominous knock on the car window. Kyungsoo is standing outside, looking like the harbinger of death, and both Jongdae and Baekhyun swear.
As Kyungsoo lectures them on the importance of not eating Panda Express, Han fucking Lu walks by and waves cheerfully at them both. “I hate you,” Baekhyun mumbles under his breath, and realizes Kyungsoo thinks he’s talking to him when he gets punched none-too-gently in the chest.
÷
“I really hate you,” Baekhyun repeats, later, when he’s cornered Han in the bathroom after practice. Han’s sweatpants and briefs are around his ankles as Baekhyun sucks dark red marks into his thighs. Han’s hands clutch at the sink, because Baekhyun had chewed him out last time for touching his perm, and he’s biting his lip hard enough to make it bleed. “You’re making me so stressed out about this competition.”
“You’re- ah- really good though,” Han says, in garbled English, as Baekhyun mouths at his balls. “Exceptionally good.”
“Of course I am,” Baekhyun says. “And I have a better ass than you, too.” He licks at the underside of Han’s cock, and crows triumphantly on the inside as Han’s knees weaken. “But you’ve got really crisp lines and I hate you. This was supposed to be my year.”
“It can still be your year,” Han says, gasping. “Fuck, can you stop teasing?”
“Don't you dare tell me what to do,” Baekhyun says, and then he sucks Han into his mouth. Han whines, too loudly, and Baekhyun almost checks to see if anyone's coming, but it's after midnight on a Wednesday, and even Jongdae had looked worn out. Baekhyun had been keyed up though, and even though Han had looked so sleepy, Baekhyun had pushed him back against the bathroom stall and started biting eagerly at the curve of pretty Han Lu's pretty jaw.
He doesn't know exactly how this whole "rivals with benefits" thing started. It's not as clear-cut as how he got started with ballroom in the first place. All he really knows is that Dan had complimented Han one too many times during practice for his excellent figure 8s and Baekhyun had seethed until practice had ended. He'd cornered Han as he tried to leave, and his brain sort of short-circuited, until he'd sort of woken up pressed against the mirror with his dick in Han Lu's mouth. The events between A and B are hazy in his mind at best, and Baekhyun can't even blame it on a frat party.
If he’s sure of anything, though, it’s that this whole… sex thing doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex, because no matter how much Baekhyun likes the way Han looks strung out like this, lips parted and thighs shaking as Baekhyun sucks him off, Baekhyun still hates him.
He gags as Han’s cock hits the back of his throat, and Han whines as he swallows around him. Baekhyun is hard in his jeans, and he digs his hands into Han’s hips, moving his tongue faster as Han’s breath catches. Baekhyun knows what that means, and sucks harder until Han is spilling down his throat.
He’s pulled up by the front of his Terps hoodie, and Han’s mouth is pressing insistently into his own. Baekhyun braces his hands on either side of Han as Han quickly undoes Baekhyun’s jeans, hands quickly pushing them down and pulling Baekhyun’s cock free. “Hurry up,” Baekhyun says, before he kisses Han again, biting on his lip and pulling until Han aggressively tightens his grip on Baekhyun’s cock. It doesn’t take long before Baekhyun is babbling into Han’s mouth as he comes into his hands.
“You always talk so much,” Han says, and Baekhyun has to look away at the weird look he sees in Han’s eyes. “When you come, I mean."
“I’m going to destroy you at the Ohio Star Ball,” Baekhyun says, quickly pulling away and tucking himself back into his underwear as Han smiles at him. There’s a red mark just under his jaw, and Baekhyun’s stomach tightens at how much he likes it. “Just you wait.”
“I look forward to it,” Han says. “Competition is always fun.” He smiles, pushing his clean hand through his hair.
“I hate you,” Baekhyun says, because Han doesn’t seem to get that competition isn’t fun, it’s war, and Baekhyun has wanted to win pre-champ since his very first competition. He’d started late, and he’d spent hundreds of hours in private lessons and in the studio, catching up because just because he hadn’t been doing this since elementary school, it didn’t mean he didn’t want to be the best.
Han holds up sticky fingers. “Did you hate me five minutes ago?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” Baekhyun says, licking absently at the corner of his mouth and tasting Han.
“I know,” Han says, and he looks down. “You’d better go first. Wouldn’t want anyone to see us together, right? I need to clean up, anyway.”
“Bye,” Baekhyun says, and he leaves the bathroom trying not to think about how Han always looks slightly disappointed when he leaves.
÷
The last rehearsal before the Ohio Star Ball is frenzied. They hold a mock competition for the first hour of practice, running through all the Standard dances first and then the Latin, giving Baekhyun and Taeyeon plenty of time to warm up.
Still, while their rumba and chacha go flawlessly, when they get to the samba, Baekhyun is always half a beat slow on turning Taeyeon out of hold. When they break for individual practice, without music, they run through the third portion of their choreographed samba without fixing the turn.
“Focus, Baekhyun,” Taeyeon snaps and Baekhyun smiles at her.
“I am focused,” he replies, ignoring his own frustration and the sweat on the back of his neck as he prepares to do it again. “I’m always focused on ballroom."
“You’re dropping your shoulder,” Han says, when Taeyeon pulls away for a water break. "In that last samba roll. You keep dropping your shoulder.”
“Shut up,” Baekhyun says. “No one asked you.”
Han flinches, before he smiles. “We’re teammates. We’re supposed to help each other.”
“We’re rivals,” Baekhyun says. “And I don’t need your handouts.”
“Right,” Han says. “Rivals.” He tugs up on the drooping sleeve of his sweatshirt, and nods. “I’m sorry.”
Baekhyun wipes angrily at his face with the towel he’s had around his neck. Stupid Han, thinking Baekhyun wants to hear his criticisms. He’s just trying to psych Baekhyun out, obviously.
“He’s right,” Kyungsoo says.
“About what?” Baekhyun checks the line of his hips in the mirror. “I’m not dropping my shoulder.”
“About being teammates,” Kyungsoo says. “You give Jongdae advice all the time.”
“Yes,” Baekhyun says. “Because I’m better than Jongdae at latin. He’s mostly a standard dancer. Han Lu is not better than I am at latin. At anything, really.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “You’re such a child.”
“Go bother Jongin,” Baekhyun mumbles, already imagining the pizza he’s going to eat after they finish practice. The Dominos is closer than the Pizza Hut, and the Ratzi’s is closer than both of them.
“Okay, let’s do it again,” Taeyeon says, and Baekhyun nods. He pays more attention, on that last samba roll, and keeps his shoulder stiff just to be sure and…
Han was right. Baekhyun sneaks a look over at him, on the other side of the room, where he and his partner Seohyun have just gotten back into hold, and Han smiles at him, tiny and unsure. Baekhyun scowls in his direction.
“Thanks,” he says begrudgingly, at the very end of practice, and Han nods.
“No problem.” He lowers his voice. “Did you want to get dinner, maybe? I was thinking about pizza.”
“We’re not friends,” Baekhyun says. “We’re rivals. And I don’t want pizza at all. I want… a hamburger. Or something. I want to eat something you hate.”
Han sighs, like he expected that answer, and Baekhyun gives him a narrow-eyed glare while offering a peace sign.
“You’re a piece of shit,” Kyungsoo says, after Han wraps his scarf around his neck and heads out.
“Whatever,” Baekhyun mumbles, and refuses to feel guilty as he packs up his bag.
“And Baekhyun?” Kyungsoo says, as he buttons up his own jacket, which is a horrible cardigan-thing that scares Baekhyun, because Kyungsoo is too young to start dressing like his dad. “You need to tuck in your butt on those samba rolls, too.”
Baekhyun slams the door on his way out.
÷
Only people who have gone on long trips with motherfucking Jongdae “James” Kim can understand Baekhyun’s rage when he remembers they’re taking a bus up to Ohio State.
As kids, Baekhyun and Jongdae and Kyungsoo had done everything together. Gone to the same church, had the same violin teacher, liked the same girls… And gone on their senior beach week trip together, along with Charlie Park, whose boner for Kyungsoo had been almost unbearable.
Most importantly, Baekhyun knows road trips are when Jongdae is at his most talkative. And all he wants to talk about are other people’s secrets.
All the boys are sitting in the front of the bus, because the girls had gotten on first and claimed the back. Junmyeon is sitting in the very front, where it’s easy to talk to the driver, and he’s still looking over his clipboard as though double-checking to make sure no one has been left behind, despite the fact that he’d taken a roll-call. Twice.
Han is sitting next to him, the two quietly conversing about something Baekhyun is definitely not interested in.
Jongdae is sitting next to Baekhyun, already twitching around in his seat like he has to go to the bathroom. Kyungsoo is sitting by himself, in his own set of seats, and he’s texting someone on his phone, tuning Jongdae out.
“I think Kyungsoo has a girlfriend,” Jongdae says, and Kyungsoo flips him off without looking up. “He never pays attention to me anymore.”
“I wish I didn’t have to pay attention to you anymore,” Baekhyun replies, and Jongdae kicks his shin. “Ow, my leg, you fucker!"
“If you wanted to sit with Han, all you had to do was ask~~” Jongdae says, and Baekhyun reaches out both hands for Jongdae’s neck as Jongdae grins, unrepentant. “That way you wouldn’t have to spend the whole trip to Ohio glowering up at them. Spared your neck, you know?”
“Don’t project,” Baekhyun says. “You know you want to go up there and sit next to your favorite.”
“Only I’m not in some freaky denial game about wanting to be, uh, better friends, with Junmyeon,” Jongdae says. “You, on the other hand…”
“What are you trying to say?” Baekhyun asks, balling his hands up into a fist. “You want to do the foxtrot tomorrow, Jongdae?”
“Yes,” Jongdae replies. “Please don’t punch me in my kneecap, Baek. I’m an athlete.” He hugs himself. “You’re dangerous. I have to protect myself.” Baekhyun narrows his eyes, about to tell Jongdae where he can shove it, when Jongdae slides out into the aisle. “Hey Han, can you trade with me?”
“What are you doing?” Baekhyun hisses, but it’s too late. Han has looked up, and Baekhyun can feel the tips of his ears turning red as he shifts to look out the window under his amused gaze. “Baekhyun’s a bully and I want to talk to Junmyeon.”
“Sure,” Han says, and Jongdae cheers. When Han sinks down into the seat next to Baekhyun, his arm rubs against him, and Baekhyun shivers. “Are you mad?”
“No,” Baekhyun says. “Jongdae is a menace. Even you’re better.” He looks up to the front, where Jongdae is happily talking Junmyeon’s ear off. “Plus, he…” He bites his lip. It’s none of Han’s business if Jongdae has a crush on Junmyeon, and they’re not friends. “Just don’t talk to me.”
“Hmmm,” Han says. “That’s fine. I’m just going to take a nap.”
True to his word, Han slumps back into his seat and falls asleep. Baekhyun takes the opportunity to really look at him. Han does, after all, have a nice face and a nice body. Baekhyun knows it well, but sometimes when he looks at Han it’s like he’s never seen him before. His lashes are dark on his cheeks, and mouth turns down at the corners, just a little bit. “You just had to be good looking, too, didn’t you?” Baekhyun whispers to himself. “Couldn’t be my hideous rival.”
Almost like he can hear him, Han leans closer until his cheek is mashed into Baekhyun’s shoulder, his warm breath blowing against Baekhyun’s neck.
“Oh that’s cute,” Kyungsoo says, leaning over and waking Baekhyun out of his daze with a handy flash of his cell-phone. “I’m sending this out on the list-serve.”
“Fuck, Kyungsoo, go back to texting your girlfriend,” Baekhyun mutters, careful not to move in case Han wakes up and things get… awkward.
“On second thoughts,” Kyungsoo says with a vindictive glare, “I’m putting it up on the website. On the calendar page.”
It might have been easier, after all, to sit with Jongdae.
÷
It’s dark when Baekhyun wakes up. Han’s arm is around his waist, and his breath is still hotly blowing in Baekhyun’s ear. Baekhyun squirms a bit, trying to get free, but he can’t. Then he realizes he’s hard, and he swallows, stilling as he takes a look around. They’re alone on the bus, parked at a rest stop. Baekhyun’s a little mad that no one woke him up.
He’s more mad that he woke up from that weird dream he was having, about- Maybe he’s most mad that he was having that dream at all.
“Hey,” Baekhyun says, shaking Han lightly to rouse him. “We’re supposed to get food now.”
“Five more minutes,” Han mumbles, lips skimming skin and making heat coil up in Baekhyun’s stomach.
“No,” Baekhyun says. “Now.” They’re completely alone on the bus, and it’s kind of creepy being alone on the bus with just Han. “Come on, Han, I’m hungry.”
Han shifts, and his hand on Baekhyun’s waist dragging across bare skin where his shirt has ridden up, surprising a noise out of Baekhyun that wakes Han the rest of the way up.
“Oh,” Han says, chuckling into Baekhyun’s neck. “I see.”
“Get off me,” Baekhyun mutters.
“Why?” Han asks. “When I could get you off, instead?”
Groaning with frustration, Baekhyun noses at Han’s hair until he looks up, and kisses him. The blood is rushing in his ears all of a sudden, and Baekhyun curls one of his hands around Han’s forearm. “There’s not enough space. Anyone could come back-“ Han’s lips are sleep-sticky, and they steal Baekhyun’s words quickly.
Baekhyun licks into Han’s mouth, sliding his tongue along his full lower lip as he ignores the arm of his seat digging into his back. Han’s hand slides up his thigh, squeezing as he cages Baekhyun back against the window. “Which is better?” Han asks. “Kisses or fast food?”
“Fast food-“ Baekhyun says, starts to say, conceptualizes the idea of saying, only Han is sucking and biting down on the vein in his neck, and Baekhyun shudders, grabbing a handful of Han’s hair as Han finally unzips his jeans.
“Were you dreaming about me?” Han asks, palming his cock, and Baekhyun sneers at him, even as he pushes Han’s head down toward his crotch.
“Suck me off,” Baekhyun says. “Quick.”
“You’re so demanding,” Han says, but he pulls out Baekhyun’s cock anyway, wrapping his lips around it and sucking him in. His hands are lightly kneading Baekhyun’s thighs, and Baekhyun can feel his chest constricting as Han’s tongue flicks at the underside, lapping at the slit as he pulls off to catch air. “Just… let me…”
“Let you what?” Baekhyun says, yanking at Han’s hair. “Lead? Not a chance. You can’t beat me.”
“Real life isn’t ballroom,” Han replies, circling his tongue around the head and making Baekhyun’s hips rock up. “There doesn’t need to be a leader and a follower, or a winner or a loser.”
“That’s just what a loser would say.” Baekhyun’s toes curl as Han takes him completely in, pretty lips stretched around Baekhyun, tears at the corners of his eyes as Baekhyun thrusts into his mouth.
It’s Han laughing around him that makes him come, with a cut off cry that he strangles with the back of his arm. Han swallows it all, and leans back with a satisfied smile, long body unfolding as he tucks Baekhyun, still far too sensitive and twitching, back into his underwear. When he reclines back in his own seat, Baekhyun can see that Han is hard too. Baekhyun licks his lips and reaches, but Han swats his hand away. “They’re coming back.” He gestures out the window, and Baekhyun looks over his shoulder to see Jongin and Jongdae wrestling in the parking lot s Kyungsoo taps his foot impatiently.
“But you-“ Baekhyun.
“You owe me one,” Han says, as the driver gets back on the bus, turning the aisle lights on. “Later.” Baekhyun wonders if the bus smells like sex, but soon enough it just smells like french fries as their teammates clamor back onto the vehicle.
Jongin tosses a bag in Baekhyun’s lap. “For you and Han,” he says, as Baekhyun opens it up to find two huge burgers and a large fry. “Sorry we didn’t wake you up. You guys looked so peaceful.”
Hyori pinches Jongin’s cheek. “Why don’t you sit with me, Jongin,” she says, and Jongin blushes. “Work on our partner chemistry.”
“Fine,” Jongin mumbles. “Only if Baekhyun comes back and sits with Taeyeon.”
“Oh no,” Jongdae says, before Baekhyun can take the opportunity to run. “Baekhyun and Han have to share those french fries.”
“Fuck you, Jongdae,” Baekhyun mumbles, and Han pats his hand.
“It’s not so bad sitting next to me, right?” His eyes are dancing with amusement, and Baekhyun gulps at how much he wants to kiss him. His lips are kinda swollen, from the friction of sliding along Baekhyun’s cock.
It’s ridiculous. Baekhyun doesn’t really want to kiss Han. He’s still sleepy, that’s all, and starving. “Eat your fries,” he mumbles, unwrapping his hamburger and taking a huge bite.
Junmyeon chuckles and offers him a napkin as ketchup squirts out across his chin.
“Hold still,” Han says, wiping the ketchup carefully off his mouth with his thumb, and he smiles at Baekhyun, perfect white teeth, and Baekhyun frowns and looks away, just in case the redness he can feel climbing his neck decides to take residence in his cheeks.
÷
When they get off the bus in Ohio, a group of students are there to meet them.
“Yixing!” Han says, immediately running over to one of the students and tackling him in a hug.
Junmyeon seems to know one of the students as well, a guy introduced as Tao, and Junmyeon quickly informs them that they’ll be staying in their rooms, two of their team to one Ohio State student.
He zones off during the room assignments, until he hears his own name. “Baekhyun can stay with me,” Junmyeon says. Tao already has Junmyeon’s tailcoat over his arm, and Jongdae is looking longingly in that direction. “Since he probably--"
Jongdae’s lips curve down, and Baekhyun sighs. “I’ll go with Han and…” he interrupts, and everyone looks at him in surprise except Yixing and Tao, “his friend?"
“Yixing,” the man says, and he smiles sweetly.
“Yixing,” Baekhyun says, confirming his decision. “Jongdae can go with Junmyeon and Tao.”
Han’s eyes are boring into him, but Baekhyun keeps his gaze fixed on Jongdae, who looks pleased, and Junmyeon, who looks slightly intimidated but not displeased.
As they’re following Yixing to his apartment, Han nudges him with his elbow. “That was nice of you,” he says.
“What was?” Baekhyun says blankly, and Han laughs.
“You can be so nice when you want to be,” Han says, and Baekhyun shifts his bag on his shoulder, refusing to answer. “So why can’t you be nice to me?”
“Why should I be?” Baekhyun says, and Han laughs again, loud in the night air. He opens his mouth too wide, but Baekhyun hates is less than usual, probably because he’s so tired.
One | Two
Author: Anonymous until 1/30/14
For: sardothien
Pairing: Baekhyun/Luhan
Word Count: 10,200
Summary: this is baekhyun's year to win his first gold on the collegiate latin circuit, and hell if he's going to let some grad student newcomer from his own damn school waltz in and steal his medal. (college ballroom dance team au)
Warnings: semi-public sex, dirty talk, mentions of public sex
Rating: NC-17
One
"Do these pants make my ass look fat?" Jongin asks, and Baekhyun rolls his eyes.
"Yes," Baekhyun says, without looking. "Super juicy. Just like they did the last two times you asked." They're higher-waisted than his last pair, which means Jongin now has the excuse he's always wanted to never button his shirt again.
"Good," Jongin says. "I think I've been losing points on my rumba because my pants aren't tight enough."
"No, you've been losing points on your rumba because you're afraid you're going to accidentally rub your dick against Hyori Lee when you pull her in from the 'alemana' and into the 'sliding doors'."
Jongin flushes a deep red, even as he tries to laugh it off. "Baek, partnering a hot grad student isn't as easy as it looks." He plucks at his newly tailored Latin pants. They'd picked them up at Repeat Performance last week after an impromptu field-trip to Rockville in Jongdae's barely alive '98 Camry, and Jongin has tried them on at least once every practice since. "I'm under a lot of stress."
"You just don't want her to stomp your balls if you get fresh." Baekhyun says. "I can understand that. Intellectually and spiritually."
"Yeah," Jongdae says, lacing up his Latin shoes, "I'll bet you can. Taeyeon has stomped your balls off every practice since you guys started partnering."
"She's vibrant and energetic," Baekhyun says, starting his warm-ups. "Everything I could ask for in a partner."
"And you've had a crush on her since we were in high school," Kyungsoo interrupts, as he leans, arms crossed, against the bar. "Which is not a secret, by the way. Everyone knows."
"No one can fault me for my flawless taste," Baekhyun replies. "Where is Junmyeon?"
"I saw him with Kris and Dan upstairs a few minutes ago, arguing over the calendar," Jongdae says.
"Let me guess," Baekhyun smiles, "he was looking radiant, so beautiful the moon refused to shine in her jealousy of his flawless complexion--"
"I'll kill you one day," Jongdae says. "I swear, Baekhyun, I will."
"I take that risk every time I get into your car." Baekhyun gives Jongdae the finger. "I don't think your parents meant for the old car they gave you for your sixteenth birthday to still be trolling up and down Route 1..."
"Don't defend it, Jongdae," Kyungsoo says, before Jongdae finishes his huffy inhale. "It's a death machine. Let's accept that and move on."
"Move on to what?" Jongdae stands up, shoes tied in neat bunny-ear bows like he's a third grader. "Junmyeon and Dan aren't here, and Han isn't here, either, so it's not like we can start technique practice."
Baekhyun hisses at Han's name.
"Grow up," Kyungsoo says. "Honestly, Baek, you only hate him because he's better than you." Jongin laughs, but he's still checking himself out anxiously in the mirror, so his laugh doesn't even count.
"He's not better than I am," Baekhyun lectures. "Just because he was some big name amateur in China or whatever. I'm a senior, this is my last chance. I'm finally qualified for pre-champ, and I won't let him get in my way."
"That's the spirit, Baekhyun!" Jongdae gives him a thumbs up. "I'll buy you a drink when you lose."
"You're just pressed that you're twenty-one now, and officially old enough to buy someone a drink," Kyungsoo says, as Baekhyun quietly fumes.
"He's not going to beat me," Baekhyun says. "I'll rub that pretty face of his into the ground and then do a victory dance on top of him in my three-inch Latin heels."
"Is this a bad time?" Hyori asks, standing in the doorway to the smaller dance studio with crossed arms and an amused smirk on her face. "Because I can come back later."
"No, no," Kyungsoo says, suddenly charming. "What can we do for you, Captain?"
"I'd like to borrow Jongin," she says. "I know the boys have individual technique classes with Dan tonight, but Jongin and I need the partnering practice more, especially with the Ohio Star Ball coming up next week."
"November always seems to fly by," says Junmyeon, who appears behind her, all smiles and wearing the ugliest cardigan Baekhyun has ever seen. "Jongin really does have amazing individual technique, so he might be better served with partner work. Borrow away!"
Hyori smiles, and Jongin gulps audibly. "Just let me... change," he says, and Hyori skims him from head to toe with her eyes. "Your ass looks great in those, little Jongin."
"Thanks," Jongin mumbles, picking up his sweatpants and underwear and hurtling past her into the hallway, face the color of a hothouse strawberry. Jongin always gets pale and red at the same time.
Baekhyun laughs sadistically, and Hyori smirks. "He's so easy to embarrass," she says. "I think he's afraid to touch me. While that would normally be really entertaining, it's really screwing up the flow of our dances."
"You'll have to work with him," Baekhyun says.
"Like Narsha 'worked' with Minseok last year?" Hyori asks, laughing. "Not this year. Maybe next year, if he stops staring at the ground when he talks to me."
Baekhyun taps the toe of his shoe against the freshly polished wooden floor. "That could mess up your partnership," Baekhyun says. "You know what they say. Good partners can turn into horrible lovers."
"Is that what you tell yourself at night?" Jongdae asks. "To console yourself when you realize you've been dancing with Taeyeon for four years of uni and you've still never made a move?”
"I am no longer interested in her," Baekhyun says, huffing. "I'm satisfied with our explosive chemistry on the dance floor. Taking that to the bedroom would just mess everything up." Baekhyun leers. "But trust me, we'd be explosive in the bedroom, too." He sketchily lifts and drops his eyebrows.
"Sorry I'm late," Han says, bursting in, as Hyori moves out of his way. His cheeks are flushed, and he has a big purple scarf wrapped around his neck, covering his mouth. His sweatpants hang obscenely low on his hips. "My prof kept me late going over this one part of my thesis proposal." He pulls his scarf down, away from his mouth. "But it seems I wasn't missing much besides Baekhyun bragging about his sexual prowess."
"That's okay," Junmyeon says. "You're right, we haven't started yet."
"And whose fault is that?" Baekhyun mutters, narrowing his eyes at Han and Junmyeon both.
"Clearly the guy who's bragging," Kyungsoo adds.
"You say bragging, I say lying," Jongdae says, and Kyungsoo smirks in agreement. Baekhyun glares at them both heatedly before turning back to Han Lu, his arch-nemesis, whose eyes twinkle like Superman's teeth back at him.
"Well, I'll leave you gentlemen to your dick-measuring competition," Hyori says. "I've got to go break my partner."
"You mean 'break-in', right?" Han asks, face crinkling up with cute perplexedness.
“Do I?” Hyori replies, with an evil grin, before she leaves them.
"I would like to switch partners," Jongdae announces, right before Kyungsoo hits him on the head.
"Well," Junmyeon says, clearing his throat. "Shall we get started?"
÷
Baekhyun had joined the ballroom dance team in his freshman year. It wasn’t out of some burning desire to do yet another extra-curricular. No, not at all. It’s just that Baekhyun had spent four years harboring a secret crush on Taeyeon Kim, a girl from his church, and she’d just joined the ballroom dance team. Baekhyun had seen it for the epic opportunity it was, and corralled Jongdae and Kyungsoo into joining with him.
He’d never expected to fall in love with ballroom dance, or to be good at it. But here he is, four years later, eligible for pre-champ. It’s his year. Baekhyun is a senior, he has the perfect partner, and the latin pre-champ title should be his for the taking.
Or should have been, if motherfucking Han Lu from Beijing Normal hadn’t shown up and been on Baekhyun’s team and definitely-not-better-but-maybe-almost-as-good as Baekhyun is.
It doesn’t help that everyone likes Han Lu. He’s handsome and has nice teeth and no one seems to mind that he laughs like a velociraptor. “He laughs like he’s going to eat my soul,” Baekhyun whines to Jongdae as they eat Panda Express in the back seat of the Camry, because they’d had to make a run for it when they saw Kyungsoo in the student union. (He thinks Panda Express is poison and he’s probably right. But Baekhyun will enjoy every bite of it as it slowly kills him.) “Just devour it.”
“He’d go hungry then,” Jongdae replies, stealing a piece of Baekhyun’s chicken. “Considering you lost your soul in the eleventh grade.”
“You’re missing the point!” Baekhyun says. “He’s weird and upsetting and-“
“Has a really great basic in the chacha,” Jongdae finishes. “You’re just jealous that Dan and Junmyeon never yell at him to tuck in his butt.”
“I can’t help the generous curves I was blessed with,” Baekhyun says, stabbing Jongdae in the cheek with his plastic fork. “That flat-ass wishes.”
“I think you should focus more on upping your own game before the Ohio Star Ball,” Jongdae advises. “I mean, instead of worrying about Han. Focus inwards or some shit.”
“Just because you read the books Junmyeon lends you, doesn’t mean he’ll let you suck his dick,” Baekhyun replies, and Jongdae flips him off, and Baekhyun is about to launch into an impersonation of Jongin’s mother, who's totally the pastor at their families’ church, when there’s an ominous knock on the car window. Kyungsoo is standing outside, looking like the harbinger of death, and both Jongdae and Baekhyun swear.
As Kyungsoo lectures them on the importance of not eating Panda Express, Han fucking Lu walks by and waves cheerfully at them both. “I hate you,” Baekhyun mumbles under his breath, and realizes Kyungsoo thinks he’s talking to him when he gets punched none-too-gently in the chest.
÷
“I really hate you,” Baekhyun repeats, later, when he’s cornered Han in the bathroom after practice. Han’s sweatpants and briefs are around his ankles as Baekhyun sucks dark red marks into his thighs. Han’s hands clutch at the sink, because Baekhyun had chewed him out last time for touching his perm, and he’s biting his lip hard enough to make it bleed. “You’re making me so stressed out about this competition.”
“You’re- ah- really good though,” Han says, in garbled English, as Baekhyun mouths at his balls. “Exceptionally good.”
“Of course I am,” Baekhyun says. “And I have a better ass than you, too.” He licks at the underside of Han’s cock, and crows triumphantly on the inside as Han’s knees weaken. “But you’ve got really crisp lines and I hate you. This was supposed to be my year.”
“It can still be your year,” Han says, gasping. “Fuck, can you stop teasing?”
“Don't you dare tell me what to do,” Baekhyun says, and then he sucks Han into his mouth. Han whines, too loudly, and Baekhyun almost checks to see if anyone's coming, but it's after midnight on a Wednesday, and even Jongdae had looked worn out. Baekhyun had been keyed up though, and even though Han had looked so sleepy, Baekhyun had pushed him back against the bathroom stall and started biting eagerly at the curve of pretty Han Lu's pretty jaw.
He doesn't know exactly how this whole "rivals with benefits" thing started. It's not as clear-cut as how he got started with ballroom in the first place. All he really knows is that Dan had complimented Han one too many times during practice for his excellent figure 8s and Baekhyun had seethed until practice had ended. He'd cornered Han as he tried to leave, and his brain sort of short-circuited, until he'd sort of woken up pressed against the mirror with his dick in Han Lu's mouth. The events between A and B are hazy in his mind at best, and Baekhyun can't even blame it on a frat party.
If he’s sure of anything, though, it’s that this whole… sex thing doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex, because no matter how much Baekhyun likes the way Han looks strung out like this, lips parted and thighs shaking as Baekhyun sucks him off, Baekhyun still hates him.
He gags as Han’s cock hits the back of his throat, and Han whines as he swallows around him. Baekhyun is hard in his jeans, and he digs his hands into Han’s hips, moving his tongue faster as Han’s breath catches. Baekhyun knows what that means, and sucks harder until Han is spilling down his throat.
He’s pulled up by the front of his Terps hoodie, and Han’s mouth is pressing insistently into his own. Baekhyun braces his hands on either side of Han as Han quickly undoes Baekhyun’s jeans, hands quickly pushing them down and pulling Baekhyun’s cock free. “Hurry up,” Baekhyun says, before he kisses Han again, biting on his lip and pulling until Han aggressively tightens his grip on Baekhyun’s cock. It doesn’t take long before Baekhyun is babbling into Han’s mouth as he comes into his hands.
“You always talk so much,” Han says, and Baekhyun has to look away at the weird look he sees in Han’s eyes. “When you come, I mean."
“I’m going to destroy you at the Ohio Star Ball,” Baekhyun says, quickly pulling away and tucking himself back into his underwear as Han smiles at him. There’s a red mark just under his jaw, and Baekhyun’s stomach tightens at how much he likes it. “Just you wait.”
“I look forward to it,” Han says. “Competition is always fun.” He smiles, pushing his clean hand through his hair.
“I hate you,” Baekhyun says, because Han doesn’t seem to get that competition isn’t fun, it’s war, and Baekhyun has wanted to win pre-champ since his very first competition. He’d started late, and he’d spent hundreds of hours in private lessons and in the studio, catching up because just because he hadn’t been doing this since elementary school, it didn’t mean he didn’t want to be the best.
Han holds up sticky fingers. “Did you hate me five minutes ago?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” Baekhyun says, licking absently at the corner of his mouth and tasting Han.
“I know,” Han says, and he looks down. “You’d better go first. Wouldn’t want anyone to see us together, right? I need to clean up, anyway.”
“Bye,” Baekhyun says, and he leaves the bathroom trying not to think about how Han always looks slightly disappointed when he leaves.
÷
The last rehearsal before the Ohio Star Ball is frenzied. They hold a mock competition for the first hour of practice, running through all the Standard dances first and then the Latin, giving Baekhyun and Taeyeon plenty of time to warm up.
Still, while their rumba and chacha go flawlessly, when they get to the samba, Baekhyun is always half a beat slow on turning Taeyeon out of hold. When they break for individual practice, without music, they run through the third portion of their choreographed samba without fixing the turn.
“Focus, Baekhyun,” Taeyeon snaps and Baekhyun smiles at her.
“I am focused,” he replies, ignoring his own frustration and the sweat on the back of his neck as he prepares to do it again. “I’m always focused on ballroom."
“You’re dropping your shoulder,” Han says, when Taeyeon pulls away for a water break. "In that last samba roll. You keep dropping your shoulder.”
“Shut up,” Baekhyun says. “No one asked you.”
Han flinches, before he smiles. “We’re teammates. We’re supposed to help each other.”
“We’re rivals,” Baekhyun says. “And I don’t need your handouts.”
“Right,” Han says. “Rivals.” He tugs up on the drooping sleeve of his sweatshirt, and nods. “I’m sorry.”
Baekhyun wipes angrily at his face with the towel he’s had around his neck. Stupid Han, thinking Baekhyun wants to hear his criticisms. He’s just trying to psych Baekhyun out, obviously.
“He’s right,” Kyungsoo says.
“About what?” Baekhyun checks the line of his hips in the mirror. “I’m not dropping my shoulder.”
“About being teammates,” Kyungsoo says. “You give Jongdae advice all the time.”
“Yes,” Baekhyun says. “Because I’m better than Jongdae at latin. He’s mostly a standard dancer. Han Lu is not better than I am at latin. At anything, really.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “You’re such a child.”
“Go bother Jongin,” Baekhyun mumbles, already imagining the pizza he’s going to eat after they finish practice. The Dominos is closer than the Pizza Hut, and the Ratzi’s is closer than both of them.
“Okay, let’s do it again,” Taeyeon says, and Baekhyun nods. He pays more attention, on that last samba roll, and keeps his shoulder stiff just to be sure and…
Han was right. Baekhyun sneaks a look over at him, on the other side of the room, where he and his partner Seohyun have just gotten back into hold, and Han smiles at him, tiny and unsure. Baekhyun scowls in his direction.
“Thanks,” he says begrudgingly, at the very end of practice, and Han nods.
“No problem.” He lowers his voice. “Did you want to get dinner, maybe? I was thinking about pizza.”
“We’re not friends,” Baekhyun says. “We’re rivals. And I don’t want pizza at all. I want… a hamburger. Or something. I want to eat something you hate.”
Han sighs, like he expected that answer, and Baekhyun gives him a narrow-eyed glare while offering a peace sign.
“You’re a piece of shit,” Kyungsoo says, after Han wraps his scarf around his neck and heads out.
“Whatever,” Baekhyun mumbles, and refuses to feel guilty as he packs up his bag.
“And Baekhyun?” Kyungsoo says, as he buttons up his own jacket, which is a horrible cardigan-thing that scares Baekhyun, because Kyungsoo is too young to start dressing like his dad. “You need to tuck in your butt on those samba rolls, too.”
Baekhyun slams the door on his way out.
÷
Only people who have gone on long trips with motherfucking Jongdae “James” Kim can understand Baekhyun’s rage when he remembers they’re taking a bus up to Ohio State.
As kids, Baekhyun and Jongdae and Kyungsoo had done everything together. Gone to the same church, had the same violin teacher, liked the same girls… And gone on their senior beach week trip together, along with Charlie Park, whose boner for Kyungsoo had been almost unbearable.
Most importantly, Baekhyun knows road trips are when Jongdae is at his most talkative. And all he wants to talk about are other people’s secrets.
All the boys are sitting in the front of the bus, because the girls had gotten on first and claimed the back. Junmyeon is sitting in the very front, where it’s easy to talk to the driver, and he’s still looking over his clipboard as though double-checking to make sure no one has been left behind, despite the fact that he’d taken a roll-call. Twice.
Han is sitting next to him, the two quietly conversing about something Baekhyun is definitely not interested in.
Jongdae is sitting next to Baekhyun, already twitching around in his seat like he has to go to the bathroom. Kyungsoo is sitting by himself, in his own set of seats, and he’s texting someone on his phone, tuning Jongdae out.
“I think Kyungsoo has a girlfriend,” Jongdae says, and Kyungsoo flips him off without looking up. “He never pays attention to me anymore.”
“I wish I didn’t have to pay attention to you anymore,” Baekhyun replies, and Jongdae kicks his shin. “Ow, my leg, you fucker!"
“If you wanted to sit with Han, all you had to do was ask~~” Jongdae says, and Baekhyun reaches out both hands for Jongdae’s neck as Jongdae grins, unrepentant. “That way you wouldn’t have to spend the whole trip to Ohio glowering up at them. Spared your neck, you know?”
“Don’t project,” Baekhyun says. “You know you want to go up there and sit next to your favorite.”
“Only I’m not in some freaky denial game about wanting to be, uh, better friends, with Junmyeon,” Jongdae says. “You, on the other hand…”
“What are you trying to say?” Baekhyun asks, balling his hands up into a fist. “You want to do the foxtrot tomorrow, Jongdae?”
“Yes,” Jongdae replies. “Please don’t punch me in my kneecap, Baek. I’m an athlete.” He hugs himself. “You’re dangerous. I have to protect myself.” Baekhyun narrows his eyes, about to tell Jongdae where he can shove it, when Jongdae slides out into the aisle. “Hey Han, can you trade with me?”
“What are you doing?” Baekhyun hisses, but it’s too late. Han has looked up, and Baekhyun can feel the tips of his ears turning red as he shifts to look out the window under his amused gaze. “Baekhyun’s a bully and I want to talk to Junmyeon.”
“Sure,” Han says, and Jongdae cheers. When Han sinks down into the seat next to Baekhyun, his arm rubs against him, and Baekhyun shivers. “Are you mad?”
“No,” Baekhyun says. “Jongdae is a menace. Even you’re better.” He looks up to the front, where Jongdae is happily talking Junmyeon’s ear off. “Plus, he…” He bites his lip. It’s none of Han’s business if Jongdae has a crush on Junmyeon, and they’re not friends. “Just don’t talk to me.”
“Hmmm,” Han says. “That’s fine. I’m just going to take a nap.”
True to his word, Han slumps back into his seat and falls asleep. Baekhyun takes the opportunity to really look at him. Han does, after all, have a nice face and a nice body. Baekhyun knows it well, but sometimes when he looks at Han it’s like he’s never seen him before. His lashes are dark on his cheeks, and mouth turns down at the corners, just a little bit. “You just had to be good looking, too, didn’t you?” Baekhyun whispers to himself. “Couldn’t be my hideous rival.”
Almost like he can hear him, Han leans closer until his cheek is mashed into Baekhyun’s shoulder, his warm breath blowing against Baekhyun’s neck.
“Oh that’s cute,” Kyungsoo says, leaning over and waking Baekhyun out of his daze with a handy flash of his cell-phone. “I’m sending this out on the list-serve.”
“Fuck, Kyungsoo, go back to texting your girlfriend,” Baekhyun mutters, careful not to move in case Han wakes up and things get… awkward.
“On second thoughts,” Kyungsoo says with a vindictive glare, “I’m putting it up on the website. On the calendar page.”
It might have been easier, after all, to sit with Jongdae.
÷
It’s dark when Baekhyun wakes up. Han’s arm is around his waist, and his breath is still hotly blowing in Baekhyun’s ear. Baekhyun squirms a bit, trying to get free, but he can’t. Then he realizes he’s hard, and he swallows, stilling as he takes a look around. They’re alone on the bus, parked at a rest stop. Baekhyun’s a little mad that no one woke him up.
He’s more mad that he woke up from that weird dream he was having, about- Maybe he’s most mad that he was having that dream at all.
“Hey,” Baekhyun says, shaking Han lightly to rouse him. “We’re supposed to get food now.”
“Five more minutes,” Han mumbles, lips skimming skin and making heat coil up in Baekhyun’s stomach.
“No,” Baekhyun says. “Now.” They’re completely alone on the bus, and it’s kind of creepy being alone on the bus with just Han. “Come on, Han, I’m hungry.”
Han shifts, and his hand on Baekhyun’s waist dragging across bare skin where his shirt has ridden up, surprising a noise out of Baekhyun that wakes Han the rest of the way up.
“Oh,” Han says, chuckling into Baekhyun’s neck. “I see.”
“Get off me,” Baekhyun mutters.
“Why?” Han asks. “When I could get you off, instead?”
Groaning with frustration, Baekhyun noses at Han’s hair until he looks up, and kisses him. The blood is rushing in his ears all of a sudden, and Baekhyun curls one of his hands around Han’s forearm. “There’s not enough space. Anyone could come back-“ Han’s lips are sleep-sticky, and they steal Baekhyun’s words quickly.
Baekhyun licks into Han’s mouth, sliding his tongue along his full lower lip as he ignores the arm of his seat digging into his back. Han’s hand slides up his thigh, squeezing as he cages Baekhyun back against the window. “Which is better?” Han asks. “Kisses or fast food?”
“Fast food-“ Baekhyun says, starts to say, conceptualizes the idea of saying, only Han is sucking and biting down on the vein in his neck, and Baekhyun shudders, grabbing a handful of Han’s hair as Han finally unzips his jeans.
“Were you dreaming about me?” Han asks, palming his cock, and Baekhyun sneers at him, even as he pushes Han’s head down toward his crotch.
“Suck me off,” Baekhyun says. “Quick.”
“You’re so demanding,” Han says, but he pulls out Baekhyun’s cock anyway, wrapping his lips around it and sucking him in. His hands are lightly kneading Baekhyun’s thighs, and Baekhyun can feel his chest constricting as Han’s tongue flicks at the underside, lapping at the slit as he pulls off to catch air. “Just… let me…”
“Let you what?” Baekhyun says, yanking at Han’s hair. “Lead? Not a chance. You can’t beat me.”
“Real life isn’t ballroom,” Han replies, circling his tongue around the head and making Baekhyun’s hips rock up. “There doesn’t need to be a leader and a follower, or a winner or a loser.”
“That’s just what a loser would say.” Baekhyun’s toes curl as Han takes him completely in, pretty lips stretched around Baekhyun, tears at the corners of his eyes as Baekhyun thrusts into his mouth.
It’s Han laughing around him that makes him come, with a cut off cry that he strangles with the back of his arm. Han swallows it all, and leans back with a satisfied smile, long body unfolding as he tucks Baekhyun, still far too sensitive and twitching, back into his underwear. When he reclines back in his own seat, Baekhyun can see that Han is hard too. Baekhyun licks his lips and reaches, but Han swats his hand away. “They’re coming back.” He gestures out the window, and Baekhyun looks over his shoulder to see Jongin and Jongdae wrestling in the parking lot s Kyungsoo taps his foot impatiently.
“But you-“ Baekhyun.
“You owe me one,” Han says, as the driver gets back on the bus, turning the aisle lights on. “Later.” Baekhyun wonders if the bus smells like sex, but soon enough it just smells like french fries as their teammates clamor back onto the vehicle.
Jongin tosses a bag in Baekhyun’s lap. “For you and Han,” he says, as Baekhyun opens it up to find two huge burgers and a large fry. “Sorry we didn’t wake you up. You guys looked so peaceful.”
Hyori pinches Jongin’s cheek. “Why don’t you sit with me, Jongin,” she says, and Jongin blushes. “Work on our partner chemistry.”
“Fine,” Jongin mumbles. “Only if Baekhyun comes back and sits with Taeyeon.”
“Oh no,” Jongdae says, before Baekhyun can take the opportunity to run. “Baekhyun and Han have to share those french fries.”
“Fuck you, Jongdae,” Baekhyun mumbles, and Han pats his hand.
“It’s not so bad sitting next to me, right?” His eyes are dancing with amusement, and Baekhyun gulps at how much he wants to kiss him. His lips are kinda swollen, from the friction of sliding along Baekhyun’s cock.
It’s ridiculous. Baekhyun doesn’t really want to kiss Han. He’s still sleepy, that’s all, and starving. “Eat your fries,” he mumbles, unwrapping his hamburger and taking a huge bite.
Junmyeon chuckles and offers him a napkin as ketchup squirts out across his chin.
“Hold still,” Han says, wiping the ketchup carefully off his mouth with his thumb, and he smiles at Baekhyun, perfect white teeth, and Baekhyun frowns and looks away, just in case the redness he can feel climbing his neck decides to take residence in his cheeks.
÷
When they get off the bus in Ohio, a group of students are there to meet them.
“Yixing!” Han says, immediately running over to one of the students and tackling him in a hug.
Junmyeon seems to know one of the students as well, a guy introduced as Tao, and Junmyeon quickly informs them that they’ll be staying in their rooms, two of their team to one Ohio State student.
He zones off during the room assignments, until he hears his own name. “Baekhyun can stay with me,” Junmyeon says. Tao already has Junmyeon’s tailcoat over his arm, and Jongdae is looking longingly in that direction. “Since he probably--"
Jongdae’s lips curve down, and Baekhyun sighs. “I’ll go with Han and…” he interrupts, and everyone looks at him in surprise except Yixing and Tao, “his friend?"
“Yixing,” the man says, and he smiles sweetly.
“Yixing,” Baekhyun says, confirming his decision. “Jongdae can go with Junmyeon and Tao.”
Han’s eyes are boring into him, but Baekhyun keeps his gaze fixed on Jongdae, who looks pleased, and Junmyeon, who looks slightly intimidated but not displeased.
As they’re following Yixing to his apartment, Han nudges him with his elbow. “That was nice of you,” he says.
“What was?” Baekhyun says blankly, and Han laughs.
“You can be so nice when you want to be,” Han says, and Baekhyun shifts his bag on his shoulder, refusing to answer. “So why can’t you be nice to me?”
“Why should I be?” Baekhyun says, and Han laughs again, loud in the night air. He opens his mouth too wide, but Baekhyun hates is less than usual, probably because he’s so tired.
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