Folie à Deux [1/2]
Folie à Deux;
Chanyeol/Baekhyun, OT12, various pairings
R
~12,344w
What do you do when your sex life hits a plateau? Cue ten overly helpful friends to the rescue with their plethora of spicy suggestions, and mix in a clueless couple with an insurmountable amount of bad luck - the perfect recipe for hilarity and disaster.
12k porn W A T. I blame EXO for having way too many members and my greed for OT12 щ（ಠ益ಠщ ） RIP brain cells, I regret nothing
“Can you believe him? He said it was getting boring!”
“…Is this why we had to see Chanyeol’s naked bits at six in the morning?”
“-I was still lying there, all sweaty from Post-Orgasm-Stress, and he suddenly opens his stupid mouth! So obviously I had to kick him out because hell no-”
“Technically, we didn’t have to see it if hyung hadn’t screamed the whole universe down…”
“He rolls off me and was like, ‘this is getting kind of boring, don’t you think?’ Of all the fucking nerve-”
“Kim Jongin, are you enjoying your scrambled eggs? Then shut your yap. But seriously, was it so difficult to at least give him a blanket? Who the hell could prepare breakfast after seeing his naked ass first thing in the morning?”
“Hah, he certainly begged but like hell I was going to give him one.”
“So you just decided that the rest of the house had to suffer with him?”
“I gotta say though, his ass isn’t that bad.”
“I hate to spoil the gossip hour, but I’m right here, guys.”
Five pairs of eyes turned to an incredulous-faced Chanyeol, who had just about had enough of being the sole topic of conversation all throughout breakfast - it was bad enough that his dignity was being torn to shreds left, right and centre, but did subtlety not exist anymore?
He turned to the instigator of this whole situation; since the whole fiasco was already public knowledge, there was no more point in pretending. “Baek, you know I didn’t mean what I said. Okay, maybe I did,” he hastily added at the venomous glare. “But it came out wrong, and I’m sorry.”
Baekhyun sniffed petulantly, bottom lip sticking out as he prodded his eggs silently.
“Sorry, Chanyeol, I just didn’t expect to see you in your…birthday suit so early in the morning. Or, ever. Preferably.” Kyungsoo said sheepishly, obviously feeling guilty; the unexpected sight had welcomed him as he’d walked past the living room on his way to the kitchen, and the initial shock had shortly been followed by a blood-curdling scream that had jolted half of Seoul awake.
The rest of the household had, predictably, then jumped out of their beds to see what the trouble was, which then led to the unwanted sight of Chanyeol’s state of shameful undress forever seared in their memories.
“Anyway,” Joonmyun, having mostly decided to keep his silence, finally spoke up. “We’re leaving in a minute so we’ll have to sort this out later. Can we at least try to be civil to each other though? Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun begrudgingly agreed, but as the six packed themselves in the car twenty minutes later, Baekhyun pushed Sehun aside and squeezed himself between Jongin and Kyungsoo in the back seat, pointedly ignoring Chanyeol and any attempts to reconcile for the duration of the journey.
Sehun, who occupied Baekhyun’s usual spot beside Chanyeol, gave the older male a comforting pat.
“Don’t worry, hyung; if it makes you feel any better, you really do have a decent ass.”
**
Albeit his promise to be civil, Baekhyun promptly avoided Chanyeol as if he were the sole carrier of an infectious plague for the rest of the day, and a concerned Joonmyun, finally deciding to take matters into his own hands, turned to Yifan for consultation - the whole story had to be relayed, of course, including the being-kicked-out-of-the-bedroom and seeing-Chanyeol’s-bits part - in a bid to gain some insight as to how to solve the problem. After all, Yifan’s spartan, no-nonsense methods were sure to knock some sense into the two stubborn heads.
Unfortunately enough for the oblivious pair, a certain Kim Jongdae had been privy to the whole conversation and decided that, as their team slogan ‘We Are One!’ suggests, this was obviously a matter of grave importance and the rest of the group should obviously be involved as well.
As a result, an unfortunately clueless Chanyeol spent the duration of the day’s schedule being utterly confused by their twin group’s strange behaviour, which involved a Minseok mumbling nice ass as he was walking past, deranged giggling exchanged between Lu Han and Yixing, and Zitao’s glares fiery enough to metaphorically burn holes into him.
And since Jongdae decided that six extra boys lending a helping hand wasn’t quite enough, he’d extended to the managers and stylists before Chanyeol finally got wind of the whole situation after noticing a stylist discreetly checking out the bulge in his trousers as he was getting fitted into a photo-shoot outfit.
“It didn’t come from me, I just heard Joonmyun-hyung say you had a huge schlong!” was Jongdae’s defense after Chanyeol had finally unearthed the root of the problem and had cornered him in the car. The twelve boys had finally finished their schedules for the day and were now headed home, Chanyeol reluctantly agreeing to temporarily switch with Zitao since Baekhyun, according to Kyungsoo, steadfastly refused to breathe the same air as him, much less share a dorm and their room.
“You weren’t supposed to be listening!” Joonmyun groaned out from the backseat.
“But does he really have a huge schlong?” Minseok piped up. Joonmyun’s red face and silence were met with snickers.
“Oh, real mature,” Chanyeol snorted out.
“Whatever, huge schlong and nice ass,” Yixing interjected, sniggering.
“I’ve had enough of hearing about Chanyeol’s anatomy for the day, thank you very much,” Hyunkyun deadpanned; the manager heaved a long-suffering sigh, grumbling about teenage boys and their stupid hormones for the rest of the journey home.
**
The problem wasn’t really that Chanyeol had dropped the huge bomb on him just seconds after they’d finished the dirty deed, their skin still glistening with sweat and Baekhyun’s heartbeat still thundering in his ears.
The problem wasn’t the way it had been delivered; with an impassive tone, and a lilt of inquisitiveness as if Chanyeol himself was surprised that he’d blurted it out, but nevertheless hadn’t taken it back.
The problem wasn’t even the huge bomb - the fact that Chanyeol thought doing the deed was getting boring, or the connotation that their relationship, as a whole, was getting stale.
The real problem, in all honesty, was that Baekhyun wholeheartedly agreed.
He’d bawled out as much to his audience, which consisted of a sympathetic Kyungsoo, Zitao and Lu Han (who’d also swapped places with Joonmyun for the night) - and as moral support to their needy comrade, the dorm’s living room had been converted into a makeshift bedroom after Baekhyun’s refusal to sleep in his own room because it, apparently, smelled too much like Chanyeol.
“Which means it stinks,” Sehun commented, not looking up from his Nintendo DS, which held his and Jongin’s full attention; the two boys had been unwillingly dragged into Mission: Comfort Baekhyun after Kyungsoo’s threat to withhold meal rights, a fate worse than death to the two bottomless pits’ opinion.
“Shut up, little brat,” Baekhyun grumbled around his mouthful of Ben & Jerry’s, one he’d been hiding in the deepest, darkest depths of the freezer as emergency supply. Well, this certainly counted as an emergency; it was a bloody national disaster.
“His face is going to be so fat tomorrow,” Jongin whispered to his companion, ducking quickly at the pillow aimed his way.
“Why are you being so mean, I’m suffering here,” Baekhyun wailed. “Beef, can you please wushu their asses to freaking Mexico?”
“Calm down,” Lu Han hastily interjected when Zitao accommodatingly reached for his conveniently-placed wushu stick. “Ignore dumb and dumberer. Why do you agree with Chanyeol?”
“I’m not dumb,” Jongin whined, gingerly sneaking the wushu stick away from a distracted Zitao and placing it far, far away from his reach.
Sehun rolled his eyes. “No, genius, you’re obviously ‘dumberer’.”
“You’re both as dumb as each other,” Kyungsoo said, exasperated.
“Excuse me, this is about me, not dumb and dumberer,” Baekhyun snarled. “As I was saying, I suppose we’ve just been together for too long, you know?”
“Baekhyun, you’ve only been ‘officially’ together for six months…”
Kyungsoo’s comment was completely ignored. “We’re just a stale bag of crisps now, a 2 litre bottle of Coke that’s lost its fizz, Ben & Jerry’s that’s melted into a disgusting mess, a pint of curdled milk that’s ten years past its expiry date-”
Sehun gaped. “What’s with all the food analogies? Are you still hungry? You just had a whole tub of ice cream!”
Jongin nodded emphatically. “Didn’t even share. Selfish bastard.”
“Hyung, you killed them,” Zitao choked out in horror as Kyungsoo handed him back his wushu stick; the two remained still and unmoving.
“They’ll live,” Lu Han deadpanned. “Thing is, Baek, you’re overreacting. Relationships and sex can get boring; this sort of thing happens all the time.”
Kyungsoo nodded agreeably. “You just need to spice it up a little bit, that’s all.”
“B-But just the other day we tried the doggy position for the first time! But things still haven’t improved and-”
Baekhyun blinked at the sudden frozen faces before him; Lu Han looked like he had just witnessed a tragedy, Kyungsoo’s mouth was gaped open in horror, and Zitao, after a dazed translation from Lu Han, promptly burst into tears and began bawling into a tissue.
Jongin and Sehun came to just on time, and were shaking their heads feelingly.
“Houston, we have a problem.”
**
“They did doggy for the first time,” Lu Han sobbed, the recent and now oft-repeated phrase still managing to evoke, even with the hundredth repetition, a cacophony of wails and cries from the cluster of males gathered around the living room. “For the first time. After half a year.”
“Which means they only did it in missionary before,” Yixing sniffled, prompting another chorus of exaggerated bawling.
“…They’re overreacting again,” Chanyeol grumbled, moving away from where he’d had his ear pressed to the door, before collapsing on his bed and heaving a tired sigh. Across the room, Baekhyun was curled up on his own bed, covers over his head and still peevishly refusing to speak to him.
Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “Byunbaek.”
“Go away.”
“I can’t, the door’s locked.” After the previous night’s revelation, Yifan had arranged an emergency meeting to discuss the current state of affairs; the two individuals being discussed, however, were banned from attending aforementioned meeting and were barred inside their own bedroom to ‘kiss and make-up while the adults talk’.
“Go jump out the window then!”
“We live on the fifth floor!”
“Good, I hope you break your leg or something!”
“More like die!”
“You deserve it, you dumb asshole!” Baekhyun had ripped the covers off and was now glaring at him, chest heaving with anger. “I hate you!”
Chanyeol’s own irritation had deflated at the sight of the other male’s eyes, red and puffy from crying. “Baekhyun. I’m sorry, okay?” He rose and crossed the small distance to the other bed, hesitating before lowering himself on it. “May I?” Without waiting for an answer, he drew the smaller male close, wrapping his arms around the small frame and cuddling him to his chest.
Baekhyun was as stiff as rock before eventually giving in, collapsing in a fit of sobs on the taller male’s chest and promptly soaking his shirt within seconds; Chanyeol accommodatingly gave his back a few comforting pats, smoothing his fringe away before pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
Then the lips trailed lower to kiss away the tears, then floated down to the cheeks, before finally capturing the quivering lips. He cupped the small face as their tongues moulded together, Baekhyun’s hands fisting on his shirt as the kiss grew deeper, heating up.
God, he’d missed this; the kiss grew hotter, their tongues mating almost wildly as he lowered the smaller male to the bed, their hands fumbling against each other in their attempts to remove the clothing barriers. Baekhyun’s nimble fingers reached the belt at his waist, unbuckling it and slowly unbuttoning his jeans as one hand expertly caressed the growing bulge to excitement; he did the same, their mouths staying connected as the clothes began to get tugged off.
“No good, no good at all.”
“I’d give it 5 points, maybe?”
“Oh c’mon guys, it was just getting to the good bit!”
“Aw, I think it’s really sweet.”
Both hands had frozen along with the rest of their bodies; very slowly, Chanyeol disengaged his lips, exchanging dumbfounded looks with the male beneath him before they sat up and goggled.
The previously locked door was now wide open, and from it spilled a gathering audience.
Joonmyun paused from murmuring with Yifan and flashed them a genial smile. “Oh, do carry on, don’t let us distract you.”
But several heads were already shaking, pointedly glancing down at Chanyeol’s crotch, now deflated from all the sudden attention.
“Told you,” Jongin remarked. “No good.”
**
“Order in the court, order in the court,” Yifan commanded. “Representative of the jury, please rise; what is your verdict?”
Joonmyun rose. “Your Honour, we, the jury, have reached a unanimous decision and we declare the two defendants,” dramatic pause, “guilty.” Shocked gasps and murmurs filled the gallery.
Yifan nodded sombrely, turning to face the guilty party. “I now sentence the guilty defendants to compulsory compliance to Operation: Helpful Improvisation of Sexual Techniques for a more Orgasmic Relationship, Yeah!; refusal to obey will guarantee a dried up sex life. Court dismissed.”
The apparently guilty offenders exchanged incredulous looks. “But what are we even guilty of?” Baekhyun demanded.
“Of being too vanilla,” Yifan stated firmly; beside him, nine heads nodded in unison.
Baekhyun rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Can we be serious for once? I don’t know why everyone keeps bringing up ice cream flavours!”
A deafening chorus of sobs and wails suddenly wracked the jurors.
“Ice cream flavours! I can’t go on with this-”
“His poor, innocent soul-”
“It’s just too tragic-”
“A-And for your information, I prefer chocolate!” Baekhyun mumbled, utterly confused.
“But what’s with the sentence, Operation something something,” Chanyeol remarked once the sobs had reduced to quiet sniffling and occasional hiccups.
“Operation: Helpful Improvisation of Sexual Techniques for a more Orgasmic Relationship, Yeah!” Joonmyun corrected.
“…‘Yeah’? That doesn’t even make any sense!”
“Doesn’t matter, if you make an acronym it spells out H I S T O R Y!” Jongdae piped up. “Clever, huh? We also thought of Miscellaneous Attempts at Mind-blowing Anal. Get it, M A M A?”
“…We’re surrounded by lunatics,” Baekhyun hissed, now realising the gravity of the situation, but Chanyeol was already frantically praying to whichever higher being to send a lightning bolt from above to wipe him off the face of the earth, or some supernatural occurrence that could somehow send him back in time so he could take his stupid foot out of his mouth and this whole fiasco would never have happened in the first place.
But as ten figures advanced, identical eerie grins plastered on their faces, it was apparent that not one of the deities were listening.
**
“Have you two,” Minseok cheerfully inquired, “ever thought of having sex outside the bedroom?”
And this was how Chanyeol and Baekhyun found themselves standing awkwardly beside the tub shower.
“So…we’re supposed to take a shower together?”
Baekhyun eyed the pristine white tub and the showerhead above it. “I guess.”
So began Phase 1 of Operation [Long and Stupid Name], as Minseok gleefully informed them over the phone just after breakfast; the eldest had volunteered to kickstart the operation for, quote, ‘Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s smooth initiation into a more splendorous sex life where they can say goodbye to plateaus forever’…end quote. “Now, I understand you two have only been, er, doing it in your bedroom. In missionary.”
Baekhyun could swear he heard, on cue, a chorus of sobbing in the background, along with Yixing wailing, stop, an angel loses its wings every time you mention it okay! “So it’s time to broaden your horizons a little bit! Move away from your comfort zone, so to speak.”
“Is it even possible though?” Chanyeol had to ask as they were shuffled towards the bathroom by their very eager dorm mates.
“Don’t worry,” Jongin piped cheerfully. “It’s been tried and tested, if you know what I mean.” And with that, they were shoved inside.
“…I’m not sure how I feel about showering here every day without knowing that,” Chanyeol mumbled as he methodically began to shed his clothing.
“Ignorance is bliss, as they say,” Baekhyun said feelingly, already wanting to erase the knowledge from his mind.
“I still don’t understand how this is supposed to work,” Chanyeol remarked, as they clambered inside. Neither did Baekhyun, but to quote Minseok, “Just like in the movies, apparently.”
Easier said than done, however; Baekhyun wondered if film actors ever felt awkward when they shot shower scenes, because he could die of embarrassment right now. It wasn’t the first time he’d showered with another person, but he’d never really been fully naked in his previous experiences.
“Oops, excuse me,” Chanyeol mumbled, reaching behind him and turning the shower knob. It was not a very big tub shower, and with more than one person it was cramped, overcrowded, and just a little bit too close for comfort, which was probably why this was supposedly a good idea in the first place.
But this wasn’t so bad, Baekhyun inwardly admitted as he lathered the shampoo on Chanyeol’s auburn locks, playfully moulding the tendrils into soapy tufts; after the initial embarrassment, they’d had fun with soaping each other up, wrestling and tickling and playfully adjusting the knob so the water turned from hot to cold.
“Hey, we’re supposed to be doing romantic stuff,” Chanyeol grumbled, even as he retaliated by turning Baekhyun’s hair into a Mohawk. Then the laughter began to trail off as the steam wafted around them and caressed their damp skin, and Chanyeol bent, pressing their lips together.
The water washed the shampoo away, but their lips stayed connected, tongues moulding as their hands roamed each other’s bodies, grasping and clutching at slippery, wet skin. Baekhyun’s fingers dove into the taller male’s wet tendrils, fisting his hands on the dripping strands as the kiss deepened.
He was plastered against the cool tiles, Chanyeol continuing his gentle assault on his lips as he pressed their hips together; Baekhyun could feel the hard member prodding his leg, and he slipped a hand down to stroke it just as he felt a hand beginning to tease his entrance.
Their tongues grew more aggressive, hungry nips and wet suckling as the slickness of their juices washed away with the water; Chanyeol tore his mouth away and attacked his neck with hungry bites, fingers sliding and loosening his hole.
“Wait,” Baekhyun panted, already hot, willing and ready. “H-How are we…?”
“Uh…” Chanyeol was already rock hard and not really able to think straight. “Uh, turn around, I guess…” He nodded, shifting to face the wall and placing his hands on the slippery tiles.
Hands gripped his hips as the taller male also shifted to assume position - then there was a whoosh of air, followed by a loud crash.
“How did it happen again?” Joonmyun whispered, exchanging worried looks with Kyungsoo before looking down at Baekhyun’s deathly pale face, and at the massive ice bag placed on the back of Chanyeol’s head.
Baekhyun worried his lower lip frantically. “W-We were just, you know, and suddenly he s-slipped then bam!”
“…Bam,” Joonmyun and Kyungsoo echoed hollowly, while Chanyeol wished he’d cracked open his head anyway rather than suffer this mortification.
**
“It’s not always about sex, you know,” Joonmyun remarked absently, head bent as he scribbled busily on a sheet of paper. The dorm was deserted in the early hours of the afternoon, most of the boys out shopping or attending practice. “You’d be surprised how many ways you can spice a relationship up.”
“As long as it doesn’t involve wet surfaces and potential life-threatening circumstances, I’m listening,” Baekhyun warily mumbled around his glass of orange juice. Chanyeol was still sporting a football-sized lump on the back of his head, and was even still cautious of the tub shower, the poor thing.
“Don’t worry,” Joonmyun confidently assured as he slid the little slip of paper across the counter. “I’m off to practice now, but this should tell you everything you need to know. Fighting!” And with a bolstering whack on his shoulder to give him a boost of confidence, the older male left.
Baekhyun watched him walk out the door before slowly unfolding the piece of paper and perusing the headline written in neat, block capitals.
HOW TO HAVE PHONE SEX
“…Terrific.”
Well this couldn’t be too difficult, surely, Baekhyun assured himself as he took out his phone and dialled the number nervously; it rang a few times before the other line picked up. “Hello?”
He took a deep breath. “Chanyeol?”
“Baek? What’s up?”
“Um…” Baekhyun hurriedly perused the list. 1. Ask him what he’s wearing. “Um, what are you wearing right now?”
“…A jumper and jeans, why?”
2. Try to sound sexy.
“What colour?”
“Grey, and are you okay? You sound a little weird.”
I’m trying to sound husky and seductive, you stupid dumbass. “You, uh, you always looked fucking sexy in grey.” Where did Joonmyun get these stupid lines from? It was like a bad porn script.
“…Um, okay…? What-what are you wearing, then?”
“Umm,” His baggy old tracksuit bottoms and EXO t-shirt didn’t exactly inspire seduction; 4. Pretend you’re wearing something sexy. “Um, I’m wearing one of your shirts…” low tone, “…and nothing else.”
There was a long pause, and heavy breathing that Baekhyun took as a good sign. “Listen, Baek-”
But he was on a roll, the mood was finally right and this was pretty hot. 5. Talk dirty.
“You like that, don’t you? Seeing me wearing your clothes, the way they’re too big for me and they just swallow me up.”
“B-Baek-”
“Maybe you’d like to watch me slowly take it off, unbuttoning it one by one until you can see everything underneath.” There was no response, so he added helpfully, “Then you can fuck me.”
“...That’s very hot, Baekhyun, but unfortunately we’re in a meeting right now.”
What.
Was that the manager? “Seunghwan-hyung? What-”
“…I was trying to tell you that you were on speaker.” It was Chanyeol this time, voice small.
P.S. Make sure he’s alone! Good luck - J
“Shit.”
**
“Just because you like taking it in the ass, doesn’t mean you can’t be the dominant one, you know?” Yixing emphatically states, one arm slung around Baekhyun’s shoulders. “Don’t you agree?”
Baekhyun’s brow was furrowed warily. “I guess…?”
“Good! Now, I know the classic position is romantic and sweet and blah blah, but,” Yixing halted, gripping Baekhyun’s upper arms for emphasis and shoving his face so close their foreheads knocked together, “It’s boring. And what happens when the sex gets boring?”
Baekhyun blinked uncomfortably. “Um…you hit-”
“-a plateau,” they said in unison. “Exactly. So how do you prevent sex from getting boring? You try new things. You spice it up. Be adventurous. This is what this whole experiment is about, little Baekhyun. You feel me?”
“Uh…I ‘feel’ you…?”
“Excellent! I’m so glad you’re so open about this.” Yixing sniffled dramatically, wiping a crystal tear on the corner of his eye. “You make me so proud. So!” Flinging a heavy arm on his shoulders once more, Baekhyun was more or less dragged towards the direction of the bedroom. “Let’s get back to basics, but with a little twist…”
“Um. Hyung…?”
“Hmm?” Yixing puttered about the bedroom, lighting the various candles littered around which were, as he’d explained en route, supposed to add to the ‘mood’ and give it a romantic feel.
“Is this legal?”
Yixing turned, features formed into a bewildered expression. “What do you mean?”
On cue, the male on the bed emitted a smothered groan.
Candles? Check. Rose petals artfully scattered around? Check. The delicious wafting scent of incense? Check.
A fully naked male on the centre of the bed, firmly gagged, wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts? Check - wait, what?
“Of course it’s legal, silly duck,” Yixing tittered; Chanyeol fought helplessly against the bonds, throwing Baekhyun a crazed look - a desperate plea for help. “Isn’t it funny how he and Yifan are close friends? Well, even more so now that they have this experience in common…if you know what I mean.”
…We’re surrounded by lunatics.
As soon as Yixing departed with an eerie smile and an enthusiastic be adventurous!, Baekhyun rushed to remove the gag from Chanyeol’s mouth. “What the hell happened?”
“I-I don’t know, I just remember the guys coming over with some fast food, and I was eating and suddenly…I was here…” He blinked dazedly. “The food. It must’ve been. I reached for one of the boxes but Yixing-hyung swapped it for another one.”
“They drugged you?”
“They must have.” He struggled against the bonds, and Baekhyun hurriedly turned to untie them, struggling to undo the intricate knots. But strangely enough, his vision was starting to blur, and was it just him or was it getting hot in here?
A few more useless tugs and he gave up with a frustrated groan, swiping the back of one arm on his sweaty forehead. “It’s no use; I’ll go get some scissors from the kitchen. Stay here and I’ll be right…
“…back.” His eyes slowly trailed down the fully naked body, tinged with a golden glow from the candlelight and coated with a thin sheen of sweat. One of the beads trailed down from Chanyeol’s neck, making a slow trail down his chest and languidly sliding its way down his toned stomach…
“…Baekhyun? Earth to Byun Baekhyun? Oi, Byunbaek.”
“…Wha-? What…” Baekhyun struggled to snap himself out of his trance, but he was so transfixed by that little bead of sweat…as if he’d like to follow its route with his own tongue.
“Baek, you were going to get scissors…? Uh why are you licking your lips like that it’s kind of creepy and-why are you taking your clothes off?”
Baekhyun felt like his whole body was on auto-pilot, yanking off his t-shirt and throwing it haphazardly behind him before working on his jeans. “I don’t-really know, it’s just so hot in here-” His jeans soon joined his crumpled pile of clothing, and he wasted no time crawling into the bed, running his fingers greedily on the warm expanse of skin. “And you just look so fucking delicious, all naked and ready for me to eat-”
“Baekhyun, I’m being serious! This isn’t funny okay-wait a minute,” Chanyeol suddenly gaped. “Holy shit, they drugged you too. You’re fucking out of it.”
Drugged…? “Tea for courage, little Baek,” Yixing said, a little peculiar smile flirting on his lips as he pushed the mug across the table. “Bottoms up.”
Oh.
“Holy shit, this is not good-” Chanyeol was babbling, but Baekhyun had never felt so wild in his life, so free of inhibitions. This wasn’t good, not at all.
This was great.
He roughly cupped the cheeks to shut him up. “Sshh. Enough talking.” He trailed a lazy finger down the same path as that bead of sweat, lightly scraping his fingernail until he could feel tremors wracking the skin underneath. The male beneath him squirmed uncomfortably against the bonds, the bedposts rocking with the motion as his finger finally reached its final destination, languidly stirring the sensitive area to life.
“B-Baek, I-”
“Shut up and let me eat you.” He bent, following the route mapped by his fingers with his own mouth, licking and nibbling a fiery path down the salty skin, giving a few teasing licks on the navel before finally cupping the hard cock. A surprised groan burst from Chanyeol’s mouth at the few tentative strokes, but Baekhyun was far from done.
He’d never given Chanyeol a blowjob before, neither had he ever particularly been inclined to, but the solid member just looked so damn tasty…
The bedposts creaked noisily at the sudden tugging of the bonds, Chanyeol’s arms straining as his body shuddered at the hot wetness engulfing his cock. Baekhyun ran his tongue up and down the hot length, saliva mixing with the pre-come as he fondled the sensitive balls. He laved the sensitive tip, lightly scraping his teeth; Chanyeol’s eyes nearly rolled at the back of his head, emitting a choked groan as he finally exploded.
Baekhyun could barely think through the haze of lust making his brain go haywire and desperate desire coursing through his veins; with fumbling fingers, he reached for the conveniently-placed lube on the bedside table, popping the cap open and pouring a liberal amount on his fingers before stirring Chanyeol’s sated cock back to life. His own was already straining, the tip weeping with pre-come as he slowly lowered himself on the fully-erect member, both shuddering as, inch by inch, the hot cock was sheathed inside white hot warmth.
Albeit the unfamiliar position and a few initial awkward thrusts, Baekhyun soon found the right angle and rhythm and proceeded with the ritual as old as time. The bed squeaked with each deep thrust, the bonds twisting and straining as the tempo gradually picked up its pace, golden bodies glistening with sweat as the temperature rose.
So close, he was so close, his fingertips clawing desperately and leaving angry red marks on Chanyeol’s pale skin, the male beneath him completely delirious, arms straining against the ropes with the orgasm threatening to overcome them.
“I-I’m going to-” White hot spurts erupted from Baekhyun’s cock, and Chanyeol thrashed wildly as he, too, finally exploded-
Pop.
“Ropes. A dislocated shoulder and a bedroom that looks like a bad porn set.” Seunghwan took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Do I want to know what the hell is going on and how Chanyeol is always getting himself injured?”
On cue, Chanyeol groaned as Kyungsoo gingerly pressed an ice pack on his shoulder; beside him, Baekhyun wasn’t faring any better, nursing a throbbing headache as the drug’s effects wore off, face pale with a decidedly greenish tinge.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Baekhyun croaked, abruptly stumbling off and bolting towards the direction of the bathroom.
“…I might have forgotten to mention that little side-effect,” Yixing mumbled.
Seunghwan scrutinized the guilty faces before him, and decided he didn’t.
**
“Leg cramp, leg cramp! Move a bit!”
“Quiet the hell down, stop being so loud!”
“For fuck’s sake, why the hell did you pick a cleaning cupboard, of all places!”
“I don’t see you coming up with any brilliant alternatives, genius!”
“Chanyeol, why are we doing this? Why must we suffer?”
“Because it was either here, or in the plane tomorrow.”
“Fucking Jongdae. I still don’t get why-”
“Hyunkyun! Have you seen Chanyeol and Baekhyun by any chance?” At the sound of the all-too familiar voice, each shot out a hand to slap it on the other’s mouth.
“Ah, hyung, no, I haven’t. They’re not with the other kids?”
“No, and I asked them where they went as well, and I got all sorts of bullshit excuses…I know those kids are up to something again.”
“Well, shall I help you look? Rehearsal’s not for another hour.”
“Yeah, that’d be really helpful. When I get my hands on those two…”
“Let’s go try the unoccupied waiting rooms…”
The voices trailed off, but it took a few moments before the two relaxed, stiff muscles easing slightly as they exhaled in relief.
“Shit, that was so fucking close.” Chanyeol shifted, abruptly stopped. “What-are you hard?”
Baekhyun promptly flushed. “Shut up! I thought we’d be caught a-and-”
“And you liked that, did you?”
“Oh, don’t put your sex voice on, it’s embarrassing-”
“Sshh,” Chanyeol backed him against the wall, grinding their crotches together. “Try not to scream; we have to be really quiet.”
They weren’t, and Baekhyun did. Several times, in fact.
“Shit, shit, we’re going to be late for rehearsal, hurry up!”
“One sec, my wires are all tangled!” After hastily cleaning themselves and straightening their dishevelled clothing, they hurriedly made their way to the stage, where the rest of the boys were already gathered, the stylists doing the last-minute fussing and the PD giving instructions.
“Where the hell have you two been?” Seunghwan barked displeasingly but with evident relief.
“Um, bathroom,” Baekhyun blurted out, hoping he wasn’t blushing as the stylist moaned over his wrinkled clothes.
“Chanyeol, I told you to stop fidgeting with your hair! Ugh…”
“Sorry, noona,” Chanyeol mumbled, bending accommodatingly as the stylist hurriedly tried to restyle his hair, catching Baekhyun’s eye and sharing a secretive smile.
“Right, can we do a mic test?” the PD called out as soon as the staff cleared. “Except, ah, Chanyeol and Baekhyun. You two, are, uh, good to go, I think.”
Everyone exchanged looks. “Um, why?” Seunghwan asked.
“Oh God, Chanyeol, don’t stop-” The desperate moan boomed from the speakers.
“You might want to, um,” the PD was obviously struggling to hold back his laughter. “Turn the mic off, for next time.”
“Shit.”
**
“No drugs. No ropes. No mics. No managers. No potential life-threatening circumstances! Just you and Baekhyun-hyung’s pretty selves.”
Sehun accompanied the enthusiastic statement with a bright beam, features etched in a guileless expression, batting his eyelashes with all the innocence of an angel.
Chanyeol wasn’t buying it for a minute. “Bollocks.”
Sehun choked out a dramatic gasp. “B-But hyung! Don’t you trust me?”
“Not particularly. In fact, I don’t trust any of you.”
Sehun gasped again, wiping away an imaginary tear, feigning complete hurt and looking for the entire world like a kicked puppy. “I’m devastated, hyung, we have history together! When have I ever lied to you?”
“Oh, let me think - just last week you borrowed one of my caps and lost it and blamed Jongin for it, two weeks before that you got my favourite white t-shirt mixed up with your coloured laundry and you said it was the cleaning lady’s fault, and may I remind you about the time-”
“Irrelevant in the scheme of things, though!” Sehun interrupted hastily. “But seriously, on my honour as EXO’s maknae!”
“Then that amounts to nothing, because you have no honour!”
“Well, I never! Okay, okay, how about this - how did that English phrase go? It was in Harry Potter - ‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!’”
“A hundred points from Slytherin!”
Correction; after these past few days, Chanyeol wasn’t sure he trusted his own sanity.
“What is it with you guys and your obsession with illegal activities!” Baekhyun hissed, scanning their surroundings warily as Sehun led them down to SM Entertainment’s basement.
“Oh, stop being so paranoid, hyung,” Sehun deadpanned blithely as they walked past a couple of training rooms, all the way to the end of the corridor where they entered a fully-equipped gym. “And this is hardly illegal; the gym’s open 24/7 now, you should be grateful we didn’t have to steal the key like last time.”
Chanyeol frowned. “Last time? You mean you’ve done this before?”
Sehun expelled a deep sigh akin to a grown-up struggling to be a patient with a persistent child. “Of course I’ve done this before, do you think I’d let you two do something that hasn’t been tried and tested?”
The two exchanged looks. “Well, yeah,” they said in unison.
“What did I ever do to you two to deserve this cruel and undeserved treatment?”
The two exchanged another look, before Baekhyun began thoughtfully, “Well, there was that time that-”
Sehun held up a hand with remarkable patience. “Let’s leave that for another time.” He led them through another set of doors, switching on a couple of light switches on the wall next to it; the lights flickered on, partly illuminating an Olympic-sized pool, the water completely still and motionless.
Baekhyun slanted a glance at Sehun. “No potential life-threatening circumstances? This is an Olympic-sized death trap for Chanyeol! You know how he is with water!”
Chanyeol huffed, affronted. “That was one time!”
Sehun rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell out of their sockets. “God, do you two ever stop bitching? Shut your yaps for a second, you’re being loud enough to call Lee Soo Man in here.” That got them to shut up. “There we go. Now I know you two can swim like bloody fish from the time we went to the beach so this is hardly a death trap.”
“Well, that’s true,” Baekhyun mused, eyeing the water. “But what, you just want us to swim?”
“Well you could’ve warned us, I’m not wearing my swimming stuff,” Chanyeol remarked.
Sehun was getting tired of rolling his eyes. “Damn it, this is why I hate vanilla kids…”
“What if someone comes in?”
“Baekhyun, stop saying it for the bloody tenth time! At this rate it might actually happen!”
“Well pardon me for being paranoid when my clothes are twenty miles away and I’m stark naked!”
“Oh relax, you can’t really see below the water, anyway.” At least, Chanyeol hoped they couldn’t because his own clothes were folded neatly in a pile next to Baekhyun’s, also twenty miles away. “And you heard Sehun, nobody ever comes in here at this time and they’ve done this three times.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” Baekhyun insisted, staring furtively at the closed door, which didn’t have a lock so anyone could choose to barge in at any time and see something they might not be prepared for.
“Byunbaek, just chill the fuck out, alright?” Baekhyun didn’t take his eyes off the closed door; Chanyeol rolled his eyes, wading closer and tugging on Baekhyun’s arm. Both inwardly admitted that the warm water felt good against their bare skin, and relaxed somewhat.
“Stop being such a worrywart.” Chanyeol cupped Baekhyun’s cheeks, pushing them together so the features turned comical, and bent to press a quick kiss on the pouted lips before promptly shoving him underwater.
Baekhyun came up sputtering. “What the f-”
Chanyeol’s laughter bounced off the towering ceiling. “Race you to the other side!”
Baekhyun won anyway, and took the opportunity to pay Chanyeol back, locking him in an underwater headlock and only releasing him when hands batted desperately against his arms.
Chanyeol came up sputtering and choking. “You nearly killed me! Ugh, water got into my nose, too.”
“Oh, stop bitching,” Baekhyun teased. “What, poor baby can’t handle a little water?”
Chanyeol threw him a glare, swiping his hands to push his wet hair away from his face; his wet body glowed under the lights, the lean muscles gleaming in a way that had Baekhyun licking his lips appreciatively.
He waded closer, shivering at the feel of the water caressing his sensitive parts. Chanyeol put his hands up warily. “Calm down, you can try to kill me again in a minute-” He clammed up at the look in Baekhyun’s eyes and the hand fisting in his hair.
“Sshh,” Baekhyun murmured, before pulling him down and kissing him hungrily.
Arms wound around each other, Baekhyun’s legs winding easily around Chanyeol’s waist as Chanyeol pressed his back against the pool wall. Their hands tangled themselves in each other’s hair, lips sucking and teeth nibbling, bodies heating up as their mouths tangled desperately.
Chanyeol’s hands slid down his waist, cupping his butt and grinding their erections together as his lips trailed down to suck on Baekhyun’s neck.
Baekhyun tilted his head to allow him better access, heavy-lidded eyes trailing to the door once more, and nearly choked as he spotted it swinging open.
“Oh, hello, you two! I didn’t expect to find anyone here.” The figure advanced with a genial smile. “Are you two exercising? Such dedication at this time of the night!”
Chanyeol managed a stiff smile. Baekhyun remained frozen.
“How’s the album preparation going? You kids doing alright? The other kids are in China, aren’t they? Ah, no, they just got back today.”
Chanyeol managed a stiff nod. Baekhyun remained frozen.
“Oh, come now. There’s no need to look so terrified, you kids! It’s just me, after all!”
Chanyeol managed another stiff smile. Baekhyun remained frozen.
“My, isn’t it dark in here? There’s no need to hold back, you can switch on all the lights for the next time, alright? And perhaps you weren’t told but that door over there, on the right is the men’s changing room, you two are quite welcome to put your clothes there next time. Wouldn’t want to get them wet putting them so close to the pool, after all.”
Chanyeol managed a stiff nod. Baekhyun remained frozen.
“Well, I won’t keep you two, don’t stay too late, kids! Keep your energy up! That’s the spirit. Well, before I go, can I get you two anything?”
Chanyeol managed to shake his head stiffly. Baekhyun remained frozen.
“You two sure? Towels, perhaps? Some water?” Lee Soo Man eyed the water. “Swimming shorts?”
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Chanyeol/Baekhyun, OT12, various pairings
R
~12,344w
What do you do when your sex life hits a plateau? Cue ten overly helpful friends to the rescue with their plethora of spicy suggestions, and mix in a clueless couple with an insurmountable amount of bad luck - the perfect recipe for hilarity and disaster.
12k porn W A T. I blame EXO for having way too many members and my greed for OT12 щ（ಠ益ಠщ ） RIP brain cells, I regret nothing
“Can you believe him? He said it was getting boring!”
“…Is this why we had to see Chanyeol’s naked bits at six in the morning?”
“-I was still lying there, all sweaty from Post-Orgasm-Stress, and he suddenly opens his stupid mouth! So obviously I had to kick him out because hell no-”
“Technically, we didn’t have to see it if hyung hadn’t screamed the whole universe down…”
“He rolls off me and was like, ‘this is getting kind of boring, don’t you think?’ Of all the fucking nerve-”
“Kim Jongin, are you enjoying your scrambled eggs? Then shut your yap. But seriously, was it so difficult to at least give him a blanket? Who the hell could prepare breakfast after seeing his naked ass first thing in the morning?”
“Hah, he certainly begged but like hell I was going to give him one.”
“So you just decided that the rest of the house had to suffer with him?”
“I gotta say though, his ass isn’t that bad.”
“I hate to spoil the gossip hour, but I’m right here, guys.”
Five pairs of eyes turned to an incredulous-faced Chanyeol, who had just about had enough of being the sole topic of conversation all throughout breakfast - it was bad enough that his dignity was being torn to shreds left, right and centre, but did subtlety not exist anymore?
He turned to the instigator of this whole situation; since the whole fiasco was already public knowledge, there was no more point in pretending. “Baek, you know I didn’t mean what I said. Okay, maybe I did,” he hastily added at the venomous glare. “But it came out wrong, and I’m sorry.”
Baekhyun sniffed petulantly, bottom lip sticking out as he prodded his eggs silently.
“Sorry, Chanyeol, I just didn’t expect to see you in your…birthday suit so early in the morning. Or, ever. Preferably.” Kyungsoo said sheepishly, obviously feeling guilty; the unexpected sight had welcomed him as he’d walked past the living room on his way to the kitchen, and the initial shock had shortly been followed by a blood-curdling scream that had jolted half of Seoul awake.
The rest of the household had, predictably, then jumped out of their beds to see what the trouble was, which then led to the unwanted sight of Chanyeol’s state of shameful undress forever seared in their memories.
“Anyway,” Joonmyun, having mostly decided to keep his silence, finally spoke up. “We’re leaving in a minute so we’ll have to sort this out later. Can we at least try to be civil to each other though? Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun begrudgingly agreed, but as the six packed themselves in the car twenty minutes later, Baekhyun pushed Sehun aside and squeezed himself between Jongin and Kyungsoo in the back seat, pointedly ignoring Chanyeol and any attempts to reconcile for the duration of the journey.
Sehun, who occupied Baekhyun’s usual spot beside Chanyeol, gave the older male a comforting pat.
“Don’t worry, hyung; if it makes you feel any better, you really do have a decent ass.”
**
Albeit his promise to be civil, Baekhyun promptly avoided Chanyeol as if he were the sole carrier of an infectious plague for the rest of the day, and a concerned Joonmyun, finally deciding to take matters into his own hands, turned to Yifan for consultation - the whole story had to be relayed, of course, including the being-kicked-out-of-the-bedroom and seeing-Chanyeol’s-bits part - in a bid to gain some insight as to how to solve the problem. After all, Yifan’s spartan, no-nonsense methods were sure to knock some sense into the two stubborn heads.
Unfortunately enough for the oblivious pair, a certain Kim Jongdae had been privy to the whole conversation and decided that, as their team slogan ‘We Are One!’ suggests, this was obviously a matter of grave importance and the rest of the group should obviously be involved as well.
As a result, an unfortunately clueless Chanyeol spent the duration of the day’s schedule being utterly confused by their twin group’s strange behaviour, which involved a Minseok mumbling nice ass as he was walking past, deranged giggling exchanged between Lu Han and Yixing, and Zitao’s glares fiery enough to metaphorically burn holes into him.
And since Jongdae decided that six extra boys lending a helping hand wasn’t quite enough, he’d extended to the managers and stylists before Chanyeol finally got wind of the whole situation after noticing a stylist discreetly checking out the bulge in his trousers as he was getting fitted into a photo-shoot outfit.
“It didn’t come from me, I just heard Joonmyun-hyung say you had a huge schlong!” was Jongdae’s defense after Chanyeol had finally unearthed the root of the problem and had cornered him in the car. The twelve boys had finally finished their schedules for the day and were now headed home, Chanyeol reluctantly agreeing to temporarily switch with Zitao since Baekhyun, according to Kyungsoo, steadfastly refused to breathe the same air as him, much less share a dorm and their room.
“You weren’t supposed to be listening!” Joonmyun groaned out from the backseat.
“But does he really have a huge schlong?” Minseok piped up. Joonmyun’s red face and silence were met with snickers.
“Oh, real mature,” Chanyeol snorted out.
“Whatever, huge schlong and nice ass,” Yixing interjected, sniggering.
“I’ve had enough of hearing about Chanyeol’s anatomy for the day, thank you very much,” Hyunkyun deadpanned; the manager heaved a long-suffering sigh, grumbling about teenage boys and their stupid hormones for the rest of the journey home.
**
The problem wasn’t really that Chanyeol had dropped the huge bomb on him just seconds after they’d finished the dirty deed, their skin still glistening with sweat and Baekhyun’s heartbeat still thundering in his ears.
The problem wasn’t the way it had been delivered; with an impassive tone, and a lilt of inquisitiveness as if Chanyeol himself was surprised that he’d blurted it out, but nevertheless hadn’t taken it back.
The problem wasn’t even the huge bomb - the fact that Chanyeol thought doing the deed was getting boring, or the connotation that their relationship, as a whole, was getting stale.
The real problem, in all honesty, was that Baekhyun wholeheartedly agreed.
He’d bawled out as much to his audience, which consisted of a sympathetic Kyungsoo, Zitao and Lu Han (who’d also swapped places with Joonmyun for the night) - and as moral support to their needy comrade, the dorm’s living room had been converted into a makeshift bedroom after Baekhyun’s refusal to sleep in his own room because it, apparently, smelled too much like Chanyeol.
“Which means it stinks,” Sehun commented, not looking up from his Nintendo DS, which held his and Jongin’s full attention; the two boys had been unwillingly dragged into Mission: Comfort Baekhyun after Kyungsoo’s threat to withhold meal rights, a fate worse than death to the two bottomless pits’ opinion.
“Shut up, little brat,” Baekhyun grumbled around his mouthful of Ben & Jerry’s, one he’d been hiding in the deepest, darkest depths of the freezer as emergency supply. Well, this certainly counted as an emergency; it was a bloody national disaster.
“His face is going to be so fat tomorrow,” Jongin whispered to his companion, ducking quickly at the pillow aimed his way.
“Why are you being so mean, I’m suffering here,” Baekhyun wailed. “Beef, can you please wushu their asses to freaking Mexico?”
“Calm down,” Lu Han hastily interjected when Zitao accommodatingly reached for his conveniently-placed wushu stick. “Ignore dumb and dumberer. Why do you agree with Chanyeol?”
“I’m not dumb,” Jongin whined, gingerly sneaking the wushu stick away from a distracted Zitao and placing it far, far away from his reach.
Sehun rolled his eyes. “No, genius, you’re obviously ‘dumberer’.”
“You’re both as dumb as each other,” Kyungsoo said, exasperated.
“Excuse me, this is about me, not dumb and dumberer,” Baekhyun snarled. “As I was saying, I suppose we’ve just been together for too long, you know?”
“Baekhyun, you’ve only been ‘officially’ together for six months…”
Kyungsoo’s comment was completely ignored. “We’re just a stale bag of crisps now, a 2 litre bottle of Coke that’s lost its fizz, Ben & Jerry’s that’s melted into a disgusting mess, a pint of curdled milk that’s ten years past its expiry date-”
Sehun gaped. “What’s with all the food analogies? Are you still hungry? You just had a whole tub of ice cream!”
Jongin nodded emphatically. “Didn’t even share. Selfish bastard.”
“Hyung, you killed them,” Zitao choked out in horror as Kyungsoo handed him back his wushu stick; the two remained still and unmoving.
“They’ll live,” Lu Han deadpanned. “Thing is, Baek, you’re overreacting. Relationships and sex can get boring; this sort of thing happens all the time.”
Kyungsoo nodded agreeably. “You just need to spice it up a little bit, that’s all.”
“B-But just the other day we tried the doggy position for the first time! But things still haven’t improved and-”
Baekhyun blinked at the sudden frozen faces before him; Lu Han looked like he had just witnessed a tragedy, Kyungsoo’s mouth was gaped open in horror, and Zitao, after a dazed translation from Lu Han, promptly burst into tears and began bawling into a tissue.
Jongin and Sehun came to just on time, and were shaking their heads feelingly.
“Houston, we have a problem.”
**
“They did doggy for the first time,” Lu Han sobbed, the recent and now oft-repeated phrase still managing to evoke, even with the hundredth repetition, a cacophony of wails and cries from the cluster of males gathered around the living room. “For the first time. After half a year.”
“Which means they only did it in missionary before,” Yixing sniffled, prompting another chorus of exaggerated bawling.
“…They’re overreacting again,” Chanyeol grumbled, moving away from where he’d had his ear pressed to the door, before collapsing on his bed and heaving a tired sigh. Across the room, Baekhyun was curled up on his own bed, covers over his head and still peevishly refusing to speak to him.
Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “Byunbaek.”
“Go away.”
“I can’t, the door’s locked.” After the previous night’s revelation, Yifan had arranged an emergency meeting to discuss the current state of affairs; the two individuals being discussed, however, were banned from attending aforementioned meeting and were barred inside their own bedroom to ‘kiss and make-up while the adults talk’.
“Go jump out the window then!”
“We live on the fifth floor!”
“Good, I hope you break your leg or something!”
“More like die!”
“You deserve it, you dumb asshole!” Baekhyun had ripped the covers off and was now glaring at him, chest heaving with anger. “I hate you!”
Chanyeol’s own irritation had deflated at the sight of the other male’s eyes, red and puffy from crying. “Baekhyun. I’m sorry, okay?” He rose and crossed the small distance to the other bed, hesitating before lowering himself on it. “May I?” Without waiting for an answer, he drew the smaller male close, wrapping his arms around the small frame and cuddling him to his chest.
Baekhyun was as stiff as rock before eventually giving in, collapsing in a fit of sobs on the taller male’s chest and promptly soaking his shirt within seconds; Chanyeol accommodatingly gave his back a few comforting pats, smoothing his fringe away before pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
Then the lips trailed lower to kiss away the tears, then floated down to the cheeks, before finally capturing the quivering lips. He cupped the small face as their tongues moulded together, Baekhyun’s hands fisting on his shirt as the kiss grew deeper, heating up.
God, he’d missed this; the kiss grew hotter, their tongues mating almost wildly as he lowered the smaller male to the bed, their hands fumbling against each other in their attempts to remove the clothing barriers. Baekhyun’s nimble fingers reached the belt at his waist, unbuckling it and slowly unbuttoning his jeans as one hand expertly caressed the growing bulge to excitement; he did the same, their mouths staying connected as the clothes began to get tugged off.
“No good, no good at all.”
“I’d give it 5 points, maybe?”
“Oh c’mon guys, it was just getting to the good bit!”
“Aw, I think it’s really sweet.”
Both hands had frozen along with the rest of their bodies; very slowly, Chanyeol disengaged his lips, exchanging dumbfounded looks with the male beneath him before they sat up and goggled.
The previously locked door was now wide open, and from it spilled a gathering audience.
Joonmyun paused from murmuring with Yifan and flashed them a genial smile. “Oh, do carry on, don’t let us distract you.”
But several heads were already shaking, pointedly glancing down at Chanyeol’s crotch, now deflated from all the sudden attention.
“Told you,” Jongin remarked. “No good.”
**
“Order in the court, order in the court,” Yifan commanded. “Representative of the jury, please rise; what is your verdict?”
Joonmyun rose. “Your Honour, we, the jury, have reached a unanimous decision and we declare the two defendants,” dramatic pause, “guilty.” Shocked gasps and murmurs filled the gallery.
Yifan nodded sombrely, turning to face the guilty party. “I now sentence the guilty defendants to compulsory compliance to Operation: Helpful Improvisation of Sexual Techniques for a more Orgasmic Relationship, Yeah!; refusal to obey will guarantee a dried up sex life. Court dismissed.”
The apparently guilty offenders exchanged incredulous looks. “But what are we even guilty of?” Baekhyun demanded.
“Of being too vanilla,” Yifan stated firmly; beside him, nine heads nodded in unison.
Baekhyun rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Can we be serious for once? I don’t know why everyone keeps bringing up ice cream flavours!”
A deafening chorus of sobs and wails suddenly wracked the jurors.
“Ice cream flavours! I can’t go on with this-”
“His poor, innocent soul-”
“It’s just too tragic-”
“A-And for your information, I prefer chocolate!” Baekhyun mumbled, utterly confused.
“But what’s with the sentence, Operation something something,” Chanyeol remarked once the sobs had reduced to quiet sniffling and occasional hiccups.
“Operation: Helpful Improvisation of Sexual Techniques for a more Orgasmic Relationship, Yeah!” Joonmyun corrected.
“…‘Yeah’? That doesn’t even make any sense!”
“Doesn’t matter, if you make an acronym it spells out H I S T O R Y!” Jongdae piped up. “Clever, huh? We also thought of Miscellaneous Attempts at Mind-blowing Anal. Get it, M A M A?”
“…We’re surrounded by lunatics,” Baekhyun hissed, now realising the gravity of the situation, but Chanyeol was already frantically praying to whichever higher being to send a lightning bolt from above to wipe him off the face of the earth, or some supernatural occurrence that could somehow send him back in time so he could take his stupid foot out of his mouth and this whole fiasco would never have happened in the first place.
But as ten figures advanced, identical eerie grins plastered on their faces, it was apparent that not one of the deities were listening.
**
“Have you two,” Minseok cheerfully inquired, “ever thought of having sex outside the bedroom?”
And this was how Chanyeol and Baekhyun found themselves standing awkwardly beside the tub shower.
“So…we’re supposed to take a shower together?”
Baekhyun eyed the pristine white tub and the showerhead above it. “I guess.”
So began Phase 1 of Operation [Long and Stupid Name], as Minseok gleefully informed them over the phone just after breakfast; the eldest had volunteered to kickstart the operation for, quote, ‘Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s smooth initiation into a more splendorous sex life where they can say goodbye to plateaus forever’…end quote. “Now, I understand you two have only been, er, doing it in your bedroom. In missionary.”
Baekhyun could swear he heard, on cue, a chorus of sobbing in the background, along with Yixing wailing, stop, an angel loses its wings every time you mention it okay! “So it’s time to broaden your horizons a little bit! Move away from your comfort zone, so to speak.”
“Is it even possible though?” Chanyeol had to ask as they were shuffled towards the bathroom by their very eager dorm mates.
“Don’t worry,” Jongin piped cheerfully. “It’s been tried and tested, if you know what I mean.” And with that, they were shoved inside.
“…I’m not sure how I feel about showering here every day without knowing that,” Chanyeol mumbled as he methodically began to shed his clothing.
“Ignorance is bliss, as they say,” Baekhyun said feelingly, already wanting to erase the knowledge from his mind.
“I still don’t understand how this is supposed to work,” Chanyeol remarked, as they clambered inside. Neither did Baekhyun, but to quote Minseok, “Just like in the movies, apparently.”
Easier said than done, however; Baekhyun wondered if film actors ever felt awkward when they shot shower scenes, because he could die of embarrassment right now. It wasn’t the first time he’d showered with another person, but he’d never really been fully naked in his previous experiences.
“Oops, excuse me,” Chanyeol mumbled, reaching behind him and turning the shower knob. It was not a very big tub shower, and with more than one person it was cramped, overcrowded, and just a little bit too close for comfort, which was probably why this was supposedly a good idea in the first place.
But this wasn’t so bad, Baekhyun inwardly admitted as he lathered the shampoo on Chanyeol’s auburn locks, playfully moulding the tendrils into soapy tufts; after the initial embarrassment, they’d had fun with soaping each other up, wrestling and tickling and playfully adjusting the knob so the water turned from hot to cold.
“Hey, we’re supposed to be doing romantic stuff,” Chanyeol grumbled, even as he retaliated by turning Baekhyun’s hair into a Mohawk. Then the laughter began to trail off as the steam wafted around them and caressed their damp skin, and Chanyeol bent, pressing their lips together.
The water washed the shampoo away, but their lips stayed connected, tongues moulding as their hands roamed each other’s bodies, grasping and clutching at slippery, wet skin. Baekhyun’s fingers dove into the taller male’s wet tendrils, fisting his hands on the dripping strands as the kiss deepened.
He was plastered against the cool tiles, Chanyeol continuing his gentle assault on his lips as he pressed their hips together; Baekhyun could feel the hard member prodding his leg, and he slipped a hand down to stroke it just as he felt a hand beginning to tease his entrance.
Their tongues grew more aggressive, hungry nips and wet suckling as the slickness of their juices washed away with the water; Chanyeol tore his mouth away and attacked his neck with hungry bites, fingers sliding and loosening his hole.
“Wait,” Baekhyun panted, already hot, willing and ready. “H-How are we…?”
“Uh…” Chanyeol was already rock hard and not really able to think straight. “Uh, turn around, I guess…” He nodded, shifting to face the wall and placing his hands on the slippery tiles.
Hands gripped his hips as the taller male also shifted to assume position - then there was a whoosh of air, followed by a loud crash.
“How did it happen again?” Joonmyun whispered, exchanging worried looks with Kyungsoo before looking down at Baekhyun’s deathly pale face, and at the massive ice bag placed on the back of Chanyeol’s head.
Baekhyun worried his lower lip frantically. “W-We were just, you know, and suddenly he s-slipped then bam!”
“…Bam,” Joonmyun and Kyungsoo echoed hollowly, while Chanyeol wished he’d cracked open his head anyway rather than suffer this mortification.
**
“It’s not always about sex, you know,” Joonmyun remarked absently, head bent as he scribbled busily on a sheet of paper. The dorm was deserted in the early hours of the afternoon, most of the boys out shopping or attending practice. “You’d be surprised how many ways you can spice a relationship up.”
“As long as it doesn’t involve wet surfaces and potential life-threatening circumstances, I’m listening,” Baekhyun warily mumbled around his glass of orange juice. Chanyeol was still sporting a football-sized lump on the back of his head, and was even still cautious of the tub shower, the poor thing.
“Don’t worry,” Joonmyun confidently assured as he slid the little slip of paper across the counter. “I’m off to practice now, but this should tell you everything you need to know. Fighting!” And with a bolstering whack on his shoulder to give him a boost of confidence, the older male left.
Baekhyun watched him walk out the door before slowly unfolding the piece of paper and perusing the headline written in neat, block capitals.
HOW TO HAVE PHONE SEX
“…Terrific.”
Well this couldn’t be too difficult, surely, Baekhyun assured himself as he took out his phone and dialled the number nervously; it rang a few times before the other line picked up. “Hello?”
He took a deep breath. “Chanyeol?”
“Baek? What’s up?”
“Um…” Baekhyun hurriedly perused the list. 1. Ask him what he’s wearing. “Um, what are you wearing right now?”
“…A jumper and jeans, why?”
2. Try to sound sexy.
“What colour?”
“Grey, and are you okay? You sound a little weird.”
I’m trying to sound husky and seductive, you stupid dumbass. “You, uh, you always looked fucking sexy in grey.” Where did Joonmyun get these stupid lines from? It was like a bad porn script.
“…Um, okay…? What-what are you wearing, then?”
“Umm,” His baggy old tracksuit bottoms and EXO t-shirt didn’t exactly inspire seduction; 4. Pretend you’re wearing something sexy. “Um, I’m wearing one of your shirts…” low tone, “…and nothing else.”
There was a long pause, and heavy breathing that Baekhyun took as a good sign. “Listen, Baek-”
But he was on a roll, the mood was finally right and this was pretty hot. 5. Talk dirty.
“You like that, don’t you? Seeing me wearing your clothes, the way they’re too big for me and they just swallow me up.”
“B-Baek-”
“Maybe you’d like to watch me slowly take it off, unbuttoning it one by one until you can see everything underneath.” There was no response, so he added helpfully, “Then you can fuck me.”
“...That’s very hot, Baekhyun, but unfortunately we’re in a meeting right now.”
What.
Was that the manager? “Seunghwan-hyung? What-”
“…I was trying to tell you that you were on speaker.” It was Chanyeol this time, voice small.
P.S. Make sure he’s alone! Good luck - J
“Shit.”
**
“Just because you like taking it in the ass, doesn’t mean you can’t be the dominant one, you know?” Yixing emphatically states, one arm slung around Baekhyun’s shoulders. “Don’t you agree?”
Baekhyun’s brow was furrowed warily. “I guess…?”
“Good! Now, I know the classic position is romantic and sweet and blah blah, but,” Yixing halted, gripping Baekhyun’s upper arms for emphasis and shoving his face so close their foreheads knocked together, “It’s boring. And what happens when the sex gets boring?”
Baekhyun blinked uncomfortably. “Um…you hit-”
“-a plateau,” they said in unison. “Exactly. So how do you prevent sex from getting boring? You try new things. You spice it up. Be adventurous. This is what this whole experiment is about, little Baekhyun. You feel me?”
“Uh…I ‘feel’ you…?”
“Excellent! I’m so glad you’re so open about this.” Yixing sniffled dramatically, wiping a crystal tear on the corner of his eye. “You make me so proud. So!” Flinging a heavy arm on his shoulders once more, Baekhyun was more or less dragged towards the direction of the bedroom. “Let’s get back to basics, but with a little twist…”
“Um. Hyung…?”
“Hmm?” Yixing puttered about the bedroom, lighting the various candles littered around which were, as he’d explained en route, supposed to add to the ‘mood’ and give it a romantic feel.
“Is this legal?”
Yixing turned, features formed into a bewildered expression. “What do you mean?”
On cue, the male on the bed emitted a smothered groan.
Candles? Check. Rose petals artfully scattered around? Check. The delicious wafting scent of incense? Check.
A fully naked male on the centre of the bed, firmly gagged, wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts? Check - wait, what?
“Of course it’s legal, silly duck,” Yixing tittered; Chanyeol fought helplessly against the bonds, throwing Baekhyun a crazed look - a desperate plea for help. “Isn’t it funny how he and Yifan are close friends? Well, even more so now that they have this experience in common…if you know what I mean.”
…We’re surrounded by lunatics.
As soon as Yixing departed with an eerie smile and an enthusiastic be adventurous!, Baekhyun rushed to remove the gag from Chanyeol’s mouth. “What the hell happened?”
“I-I don’t know, I just remember the guys coming over with some fast food, and I was eating and suddenly…I was here…” He blinked dazedly. “The food. It must’ve been. I reached for one of the boxes but Yixing-hyung swapped it for another one.”
“They drugged you?”
“They must have.” He struggled against the bonds, and Baekhyun hurriedly turned to untie them, struggling to undo the intricate knots. But strangely enough, his vision was starting to blur, and was it just him or was it getting hot in here?
A few more useless tugs and he gave up with a frustrated groan, swiping the back of one arm on his sweaty forehead. “It’s no use; I’ll go get some scissors from the kitchen. Stay here and I’ll be right…
“…back.” His eyes slowly trailed down the fully naked body, tinged with a golden glow from the candlelight and coated with a thin sheen of sweat. One of the beads trailed down from Chanyeol’s neck, making a slow trail down his chest and languidly sliding its way down his toned stomach…
“…Baekhyun? Earth to Byun Baekhyun? Oi, Byunbaek.”
“…Wha-? What…” Baekhyun struggled to snap himself out of his trance, but he was so transfixed by that little bead of sweat…as if he’d like to follow its route with his own tongue.
“Baek, you were going to get scissors…? Uh why are you licking your lips like that it’s kind of creepy and-why are you taking your clothes off?”
Baekhyun felt like his whole body was on auto-pilot, yanking off his t-shirt and throwing it haphazardly behind him before working on his jeans. “I don’t-really know, it’s just so hot in here-” His jeans soon joined his crumpled pile of clothing, and he wasted no time crawling into the bed, running his fingers greedily on the warm expanse of skin. “And you just look so fucking delicious, all naked and ready for me to eat-”
“Baekhyun, I’m being serious! This isn’t funny okay-wait a minute,” Chanyeol suddenly gaped. “Holy shit, they drugged you too. You’re fucking out of it.”
Drugged…? “Tea for courage, little Baek,” Yixing said, a little peculiar smile flirting on his lips as he pushed the mug across the table. “Bottoms up.”
Oh.
“Holy shit, this is not good-” Chanyeol was babbling, but Baekhyun had never felt so wild in his life, so free of inhibitions. This wasn’t good, not at all.
This was great.
He roughly cupped the cheeks to shut him up. “Sshh. Enough talking.” He trailed a lazy finger down the same path as that bead of sweat, lightly scraping his fingernail until he could feel tremors wracking the skin underneath. The male beneath him squirmed uncomfortably against the bonds, the bedposts rocking with the motion as his finger finally reached its final destination, languidly stirring the sensitive area to life.
“B-Baek, I-”
“Shut up and let me eat you.” He bent, following the route mapped by his fingers with his own mouth, licking and nibbling a fiery path down the salty skin, giving a few teasing licks on the navel before finally cupping the hard cock. A surprised groan burst from Chanyeol’s mouth at the few tentative strokes, but Baekhyun was far from done.
He’d never given Chanyeol a blowjob before, neither had he ever particularly been inclined to, but the solid member just looked so damn tasty…
The bedposts creaked noisily at the sudden tugging of the bonds, Chanyeol’s arms straining as his body shuddered at the hot wetness engulfing his cock. Baekhyun ran his tongue up and down the hot length, saliva mixing with the pre-come as he fondled the sensitive balls. He laved the sensitive tip, lightly scraping his teeth; Chanyeol’s eyes nearly rolled at the back of his head, emitting a choked groan as he finally exploded.
Baekhyun could barely think through the haze of lust making his brain go haywire and desperate desire coursing through his veins; with fumbling fingers, he reached for the conveniently-placed lube on the bedside table, popping the cap open and pouring a liberal amount on his fingers before stirring Chanyeol’s sated cock back to life. His own was already straining, the tip weeping with pre-come as he slowly lowered himself on the fully-erect member, both shuddering as, inch by inch, the hot cock was sheathed inside white hot warmth.
Albeit the unfamiliar position and a few initial awkward thrusts, Baekhyun soon found the right angle and rhythm and proceeded with the ritual as old as time. The bed squeaked with each deep thrust, the bonds twisting and straining as the tempo gradually picked up its pace, golden bodies glistening with sweat as the temperature rose.
So close, he was so close, his fingertips clawing desperately and leaving angry red marks on Chanyeol’s pale skin, the male beneath him completely delirious, arms straining against the ropes with the orgasm threatening to overcome them.
“I-I’m going to-” White hot spurts erupted from Baekhyun’s cock, and Chanyeol thrashed wildly as he, too, finally exploded-
Pop.
“Ropes. A dislocated shoulder and a bedroom that looks like a bad porn set.” Seunghwan took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Do I want to know what the hell is going on and how Chanyeol is always getting himself injured?”
On cue, Chanyeol groaned as Kyungsoo gingerly pressed an ice pack on his shoulder; beside him, Baekhyun wasn’t faring any better, nursing a throbbing headache as the drug’s effects wore off, face pale with a decidedly greenish tinge.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Baekhyun croaked, abruptly stumbling off and bolting towards the direction of the bathroom.
“…I might have forgotten to mention that little side-effect,” Yixing mumbled.
Seunghwan scrutinized the guilty faces before him, and decided he didn’t.
**
“Leg cramp, leg cramp! Move a bit!”
“Quiet the hell down, stop being so loud!”
“For fuck’s sake, why the hell did you pick a cleaning cupboard, of all places!”
“I don’t see you coming up with any brilliant alternatives, genius!”
“Chanyeol, why are we doing this? Why must we suffer?”
“Because it was either here, or in the plane tomorrow.”
“Fucking Jongdae. I still don’t get why-”
“Hyunkyun! Have you seen Chanyeol and Baekhyun by any chance?” At the sound of the all-too familiar voice, each shot out a hand to slap it on the other’s mouth.
“Ah, hyung, no, I haven’t. They’re not with the other kids?”
“No, and I asked them where they went as well, and I got all sorts of bullshit excuses…I know those kids are up to something again.”
“Well, shall I help you look? Rehearsal’s not for another hour.”
“Yeah, that’d be really helpful. When I get my hands on those two…”
“Let’s go try the unoccupied waiting rooms…”
The voices trailed off, but it took a few moments before the two relaxed, stiff muscles easing slightly as they exhaled in relief.
“Shit, that was so fucking close.” Chanyeol shifted, abruptly stopped. “What-are you hard?”
Baekhyun promptly flushed. “Shut up! I thought we’d be caught a-and-”
“And you liked that, did you?”
“Oh, don’t put your sex voice on, it’s embarrassing-”
“Sshh,” Chanyeol backed him against the wall, grinding their crotches together. “Try not to scream; we have to be really quiet.”
They weren’t, and Baekhyun did. Several times, in fact.
“Shit, shit, we’re going to be late for rehearsal, hurry up!”
“One sec, my wires are all tangled!” After hastily cleaning themselves and straightening their dishevelled clothing, they hurriedly made their way to the stage, where the rest of the boys were already gathered, the stylists doing the last-minute fussing and the PD giving instructions.
“Where the hell have you two been?” Seunghwan barked displeasingly but with evident relief.
“Um, bathroom,” Baekhyun blurted out, hoping he wasn’t blushing as the stylist moaned over his wrinkled clothes.
“Chanyeol, I told you to stop fidgeting with your hair! Ugh…”
“Sorry, noona,” Chanyeol mumbled, bending accommodatingly as the stylist hurriedly tried to restyle his hair, catching Baekhyun’s eye and sharing a secretive smile.
“Right, can we do a mic test?” the PD called out as soon as the staff cleared. “Except, ah, Chanyeol and Baekhyun. You two, are, uh, good to go, I think.”
Everyone exchanged looks. “Um, why?” Seunghwan asked.
“Oh God, Chanyeol, don’t stop-” The desperate moan boomed from the speakers.
“You might want to, um,” the PD was obviously struggling to hold back his laughter. “Turn the mic off, for next time.”
“Shit.”
**
“No drugs. No ropes. No mics. No managers. No potential life-threatening circumstances! Just you and Baekhyun-hyung’s pretty selves.”
Sehun accompanied the enthusiastic statement with a bright beam, features etched in a guileless expression, batting his eyelashes with all the innocence of an angel.
Chanyeol wasn’t buying it for a minute. “Bollocks.”
Sehun choked out a dramatic gasp. “B-But hyung! Don’t you trust me?”
“Not particularly. In fact, I don’t trust any of you.”
Sehun gasped again, wiping away an imaginary tear, feigning complete hurt and looking for the entire world like a kicked puppy. “I’m devastated, hyung, we have history together! When have I ever lied to you?”
“Oh, let me think - just last week you borrowed one of my caps and lost it and blamed Jongin for it, two weeks before that you got my favourite white t-shirt mixed up with your coloured laundry and you said it was the cleaning lady’s fault, and may I remind you about the time-”
“Irrelevant in the scheme of things, though!” Sehun interrupted hastily. “But seriously, on my honour as EXO’s maknae!”
“Then that amounts to nothing, because you have no honour!”
“Well, I never! Okay, okay, how about this - how did that English phrase go? It was in Harry Potter - ‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!’”
“A hundred points from Slytherin!”
Correction; after these past few days, Chanyeol wasn’t sure he trusted his own sanity.
“What is it with you guys and your obsession with illegal activities!” Baekhyun hissed, scanning their surroundings warily as Sehun led them down to SM Entertainment’s basement.
“Oh, stop being so paranoid, hyung,” Sehun deadpanned blithely as they walked past a couple of training rooms, all the way to the end of the corridor where they entered a fully-equipped gym. “And this is hardly illegal; the gym’s open 24/7 now, you should be grateful we didn’t have to steal the key like last time.”
Chanyeol frowned. “Last time? You mean you’ve done this before?”
Sehun expelled a deep sigh akin to a grown-up struggling to be a patient with a persistent child. “Of course I’ve done this before, do you think I’d let you two do something that hasn’t been tried and tested?”
The two exchanged looks. “Well, yeah,” they said in unison.
“What did I ever do to you two to deserve this cruel and undeserved treatment?”
The two exchanged another look, before Baekhyun began thoughtfully, “Well, there was that time that-”
Sehun held up a hand with remarkable patience. “Let’s leave that for another time.” He led them through another set of doors, switching on a couple of light switches on the wall next to it; the lights flickered on, partly illuminating an Olympic-sized pool, the water completely still and motionless.
Baekhyun slanted a glance at Sehun. “No potential life-threatening circumstances? This is an Olympic-sized death trap for Chanyeol! You know how he is with water!”
Chanyeol huffed, affronted. “That was one time!”
Sehun rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell out of their sockets. “God, do you two ever stop bitching? Shut your yaps for a second, you’re being loud enough to call Lee Soo Man in here.” That got them to shut up. “There we go. Now I know you two can swim like bloody fish from the time we went to the beach so this is hardly a death trap.”
“Well, that’s true,” Baekhyun mused, eyeing the water. “But what, you just want us to swim?”
“Well you could’ve warned us, I’m not wearing my swimming stuff,” Chanyeol remarked.
Sehun was getting tired of rolling his eyes. “Damn it, this is why I hate vanilla kids…”
“What if someone comes in?”
“Baekhyun, stop saying it for the bloody tenth time! At this rate it might actually happen!”
“Well pardon me for being paranoid when my clothes are twenty miles away and I’m stark naked!”
“Oh relax, you can’t really see below the water, anyway.” At least, Chanyeol hoped they couldn’t because his own clothes were folded neatly in a pile next to Baekhyun’s, also twenty miles away. “And you heard Sehun, nobody ever comes in here at this time and they’ve done this three times.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” Baekhyun insisted, staring furtively at the closed door, which didn’t have a lock so anyone could choose to barge in at any time and see something they might not be prepared for.
“Byunbaek, just chill the fuck out, alright?” Baekhyun didn’t take his eyes off the closed door; Chanyeol rolled his eyes, wading closer and tugging on Baekhyun’s arm. Both inwardly admitted that the warm water felt good against their bare skin, and relaxed somewhat.
“Stop being such a worrywart.” Chanyeol cupped Baekhyun’s cheeks, pushing them together so the features turned comical, and bent to press a quick kiss on the pouted lips before promptly shoving him underwater.
Baekhyun came up sputtering. “What the f-”
Chanyeol’s laughter bounced off the towering ceiling. “Race you to the other side!”
Baekhyun won anyway, and took the opportunity to pay Chanyeol back, locking him in an underwater headlock and only releasing him when hands batted desperately against his arms.
Chanyeol came up sputtering and choking. “You nearly killed me! Ugh, water got into my nose, too.”
“Oh, stop bitching,” Baekhyun teased. “What, poor baby can’t handle a little water?”
Chanyeol threw him a glare, swiping his hands to push his wet hair away from his face; his wet body glowed under the lights, the lean muscles gleaming in a way that had Baekhyun licking his lips appreciatively.
He waded closer, shivering at the feel of the water caressing his sensitive parts. Chanyeol put his hands up warily. “Calm down, you can try to kill me again in a minute-” He clammed up at the look in Baekhyun’s eyes and the hand fisting in his hair.
“Sshh,” Baekhyun murmured, before pulling him down and kissing him hungrily.
Arms wound around each other, Baekhyun’s legs winding easily around Chanyeol’s waist as Chanyeol pressed his back against the pool wall. Their hands tangled themselves in each other’s hair, lips sucking and teeth nibbling, bodies heating up as their mouths tangled desperately.
Chanyeol’s hands slid down his waist, cupping his butt and grinding their erections together as his lips trailed down to suck on Baekhyun’s neck.
Baekhyun tilted his head to allow him better access, heavy-lidded eyes trailing to the door once more, and nearly choked as he spotted it swinging open.
“Oh, hello, you two! I didn’t expect to find anyone here.” The figure advanced with a genial smile. “Are you two exercising? Such dedication at this time of the night!”
Chanyeol managed a stiff smile. Baekhyun remained frozen.
“How’s the album preparation going? You kids doing alright? The other kids are in China, aren’t they? Ah, no, they just got back today.”
Chanyeol managed a stiff nod. Baekhyun remained frozen.
“Oh, come now. There’s no need to look so terrified, you kids! It’s just me, after all!”
Chanyeol managed another stiff smile. Baekhyun remained frozen.
“My, isn’t it dark in here? There’s no need to hold back, you can switch on all the lights for the next time, alright? And perhaps you weren’t told but that door over there, on the right is the men’s changing room, you two are quite welcome to put your clothes there next time. Wouldn’t want to get them wet putting them so close to the pool, after all.”
Chanyeol managed a stiff nod. Baekhyun remained frozen.
“Well, I won’t keep you two, don’t stay too late, kids! Keep your energy up! That’s the spirit. Well, before I go, can I get you two anything?”
Chanyeol managed to shake his head stiffly. Baekhyun remained frozen.
“You two sure? Towels, perhaps? Some water?” Lee Soo Man eyed the water. “Swimming shorts?”
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