I wrote a fic and now I have great shame
Title: Rumors
Author: xiaoeri
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5000+
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo, side Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Summary: Kyungsoo is tired of his roommate drifting slowly out of his life and comes up with a surefire plan to lure him back in. Baekhyun thinks it's a terrible idea.
Thanks to my poor friends who I made read this while I was working on it for a million years and to Ela for editing my mess.
"You want to what?" Baekhyun popped the top on his soda can.
"I want to sleep with Kai." Kyungsoo answered, completely deadpan. He was sitting up with perfect posture atop of Baekhyun's bed with his hands folded in his lap.
Groaning, Baekhyun ran two of his fingers across the crease between his brows that wouldn't let up. "That's an awful idea, where the hell did you come up with this?"
"Well, remember before my birthday party, when you said it was," Kyungsoo was doing his best (worst) impression of his friend, "pathetic to be a 21-year-old virgin."
"Kyungsoo, I was joking. It doesn't even matter."
"No. It definitely matters." He huffed in response.
"Then, if it's such a big deal, why are you here? Instead waiting in your room to ambush Kai when he gets back from class?" Baekhyun was absentmindedly flipping through a magazine, drinking his soda and not taking Kyungsoo's ridiculous crisis all too seriously.
"Because," Kyungsoo started. "I-- I have to ask you something." His friend looked up, raising an eyebrow in query.
"Are you and Chanyeol having sex?"
Baekhyun was in mid-sip of his drink and Kyungsoo watched him nearly choke, sputter and cover his mouth with his hand to keep from spitting soda all over the bed. He guessed it was an inappropriate question to ask.
"What?"
Chanyeol, who was seated on the floor by the edge of his bed, playing his PSP, barked out a loud, deep laugh without even pausing his game. Baekhyun took this opportunity to throw the magazine at his roommate’s head with an accompanying “Shut up, no one asked you!”
Wiping his hand against his jeans and placing his nearly empty can on the nightstand, Baekhyun simply shook his head. “Why are you asking?”
“Well, I don’t know about-- uhm. The specifics? Of how gay sex works,” he admitted.
“Wow, okay. Kyungsoo, I am definitely not having this discussion with you right now.” Kyungsoo and Baekhyun had been best friends for years, but talking about sex wasn’t something normally brought up in conversation. “Ugh, and why does it even have to be Kai of all people. How many times a week does he even sleep in your room?”
“A few?” Kyungsoo looked thoughtful, biting down on his bottom lip. “He usually sleeps in Luhan and Sehun’s room.”
“No. He’s usually sleeping with Luhan and Sehun in their room.” Baekhyun corrected.
“Wait.” Kyungsoo looked scandalized, eyes wide. “Like, at the same time? Is that even legal?”
“No, Kyungsoo. Threesomes are definitely against the law.”
“Oh.”
“I’m lying.”
“Oh.”
“You’re giving me a headache.” Baekhyun gave up, dramatically throwing himself onto his back against his bed with a sigh. “Why can’t you have a stupid crush on someone more practical, and less of a big ho.”
“What about Junmyeon? He’s an upstanding gentleman,” Chanyeol piped up, jokingly.
Baekhyun snorted. “Jongdae would punch you in the face if he heard you say that. I might just tell him later, actually.”
“It’s not stupid,” Kyungsoo mumbled to himself. He was fidgeting finally, wringing his hands. “Anyway, I thought Luhan was dating Minseok now?”
“Is he?” Baekhyun mused. “I can’t keep up with who is dating who anymore, so who knows.”
College life at an all boys university was never short on gossip. Kyungsoo did his best to avoid getting involved in most of it, but it was difficult when his roommate was Kim “Kai” Jongin, who had quite a reputation. Kyungsoo wasn’t sure he believed half of the stories people told. As outrageous as they were, at least some of them had to be based off of actual fact, right?
“Oh,” Chanyeol spoke up, checking his watch with his PSP finally turned off. “We’re supposed to meet Kris in fifteen minutes, Baek.”
“What? Oh shit. The movies. Can you text him and let him know we’ll be late.” Baekhyun shot up, legs sliding off the edge of the bed before standing and all but pushing Kyungsoo off the mattress to stand. “Is he bringing Yixing or Tao this time?”
“I don’t know, he doesn’t tell me these things.” Chanyeol was putting on his jacket and baseball cap and before Kyungsoo knew it, he was being ushered out the door.
“Wait,” Kyungsoo whined. “What do I do about Kai?”
Baekhyun gave him a tight lipped smile, patting him on the shoulder while Chanyeol locked the door. “I’ll call you right when I get back, okay? Just, please don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”
The walk back to his dorm was uneventful. Kyungsoo’s hands were shoved in his jacket pockets and his face buried in the collar of his coat as the wind picked up. Baekhyun’s dorm was far enough away from his that it was annoying to walk, but even more annoying to stand and wait for the campus loop bus.
In the middle of brooding, Kyungsoo noticed a familiar face as he entered his dorm’s lobby. Jongdae’s impish smile as he noticed Kyungsoo didn’t bode well. He tried to walk it off, giving Jongdae a wave before beelining his way to the elevator. Unfortunately, he was too slow.
“Hey.” Jongdae slung an arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulder as he approached. Kyungsoo frowned as, tried to peel Jongdae’s arm off of him.
“So, I heard about you and Kai.”
Where the hell was the elevat--- “You what? How?”
“About your dilemma.” Jongdae’s grin was far too wide as he followed Kyungsoo into the poignantly late elevator. “I think I can help.”
“I don’t think I want your help.” Kyungsoo eyed him warily, pressing the button for their floor. “So, again, how do you even know about this? It’s been like twenty minutes.”
“Well,” Jongdae tapped his foot impatiently. “Chanyeol texted Kris, because they were going to be late meeting him and told him why. So, Kris texted Junmyeon about it, because he was annoyed that Baek and Chanyeol are always late going anywhere and I was hanging out with Junmyeon at the time and he got a message so I checked his phone--”
“You checked his text messages, isn’t that rude?” Kyungsoo interjected, but Jongdae continued without even acknowledging Kyungsoo’s interruption.
“SO, I found out, and Joonmyun just had to run to class then I spotted you walking in so, here we are.” They were just outside of Jongdae’s room. “Anyway, wait here a minute, I have something that might help.”
His and Kai’s room was at the far end of the hall and Kyungsoo had a good mind to bolt, but curiosity had him standing there awkwardly, waiting. After listening to Jongdae rummage around, he reappeared in his doorway moments later with a DVD in hand.
“This should answer most of your questions.” Jongdae patted him on the shoulder before retreating into his room with a wave and a “Good luck. Make sure you use protection!” Jongdae called after him, and Kyungsoo’s face flushed, relieved that the hallway was empty of students.
Back in his room, Kyungsoo turned the DVD case over in his hands. It was an unremarkable item. The outside was black, unmarked, and the disk inside was clearly burned from Jongdae’s computer.
Fishing out his laptop after turning it on, Kyungsoo slipped the DVD in and waited. The file that came up was simply named “1.avi” and he loaded it in his player.
A weak, half hearted plot unfolded on his screen. The dialogue was awful, the quality grainy, and he was five seconds from shutting it off when one of the guys unbuttoned the other one’s pants.
Oh.
Jongdae had given him porn. Honestly, he should have known.
Kyungsoo tried his hardest to watch what was happening and take note of the actions, but he was too busy covering his eyes with his hands, or making horrified faces at the screen. So engrossed in his traumatization, Kyungsoo hadn’t noticed someone walking down the hallway until they were a few steps away. Panicking after hearing steps, he squawked, flailing to slap his laptop shut in fear that Kai was back early from class.
It was just his neighbor from across the hall, but he lowered the volume out of embarrassment anyway.
Thirty minutes and a flushed face later, the DVD was over and it left Kyungsoo with more questions than answers. Deciding the internet was the way to go for follow up, he laid back onto his bed with his laptop propped open on his stomach as he searched. Kyungsoo found another video to watch and frowned at how slowly it was progressing. Sometime in the middle of it, he fell asleep.
When Kai opened his dorm room door, the last thing he ever expecting was to hear the telltale sounds of someone watching porn. Kyungsoo was out cold with his laptop precariously resting on top of him. In all honesty, Kyungsoo didn’t seem like the porn-watching type to Kai, but then again Kyungsoo seemed to be full of surprises.
Frowning, Kai closed the laptop and placed it on the dresser in fear that Kyungsoo might roll over and knock the device on the floor. He covered Kyungsoo in a blanket and stripped himself down to his underwear before going into the bathroom to shower.
Kyungsoo awoke with a groan from the sound of running water, causing him to roll over onto his stomach. Still half asleep, he noted his laptop was now missing and there was a blanket on top of him. He froze, flipping onto his back and shooting upright while looking around the room. Kai was in the shower and must have moved his comp-- Oh god.
Kyungsoo clawed at his face in mortification. How long had he been out? Was the video still on when Kai came back? Did Kai know he was watching porn? Kyungsoo debating whether or not if he should sneak out of their room to hide his shame, when his roommate came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist and a smaller one around his neck.
And Kyungsoo stared.
Kai was digging through his drawers for clothes and Kyungsoo’s eyes were still caught on him. The sight of a shirtless, wet Kai was far more stimulating than any porn he could possibly find on the internet. Maybe the video was already over when Kai came in and he would be spared from any awkwardness.
Kai was slipping on a pair of boxer briefs under his towel and Kyungsoo looked away.
“Hey, Kyungsoo?”
“Yeah?”
“You should be more careful with your laptop.” Towel was dropped and skinny jeans were put on. Kyungsoo was still looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
“Sorry. Thanks for moving it. I must have fallen asleep.” He heard Kai chuckle, and his full attention was back on him, eyes wide. “What?”
Kai just shook his head, slipping a shirt on. “Who falls asleep watching porn?”
It was probably impossible, for Kyungsoo’s face to turn so red so fast. Wringing his blanket in his hands, Kyungsoo let out an undignified combination of a squeak and a nervous laugh. “I-- wasn’t. I. It’s just.”
Noticing Kyungsoo looked on the verge of a panic attack, Kai walked over to Kyungsoo and gently pat him on the head in an attempt to be comforting. “‘Soo, it’s fine. Everyone has needs.”
“No!” Kyungsoo nearly shrieked at him, pulling his blankets around himself into a cocoon. It was bad enough Kai was mocking him, but who was he to say anything? Needs, he’d said. Kyungsoo had heard the stories. They were never first hand accounts, obviously, just friends of friends retelling the events. Kai was always out attending to his needs recently, always spending nights in other people’s beds. Though, despite it all, Kyungsoo found himself hopelessly in love with Kai.
Not Kai, the cocksure kid everyone wanted a piece of, but the Kai that would stay up late with him watching stupid movies on one of their laptops. The Kai who woke up early to go get coffee with him before classes. The Kai that brought him soup when he was sick from the restaurant he loved, the one that was an hour bus ride across town, without him even asking. The Kai who he thought of as one of his best friends.
They had grown distant in the past few months. At first, Kai would leave him sticky notes on their dresser, write messages on their dry eraser board on the door, or at least text him when he was going out. After a while though, the communication ceased and Kai barely even slept in their room anymore. Now they only ran into each other a few times a week, if that.
Kyungsoo’s bravado plan to sleep with Kai was an attempt to draw his friend back into his life and hopefully secure him there. Kyungsoo missed having him around, but was too shy to voice this out loud.
“I’m going out with Luhan tonight. We’re just hanging out at the bar downtown. Do you want to come?” Kai offered, moving back to the dresser to start combing his wet hair out and spruce himself up for the evening.
“You know I don’t drink.” Kyungsoo was frowning, though most of his face was covered with his blanket. “And I have class in the morning.”
“You need to loosen up, Soo. Don’t be such a prude,” Kai joked with a roll of his eyes, but it didn’t help. If anything, it made Kyungsoo more aggravated.
“Well, I’m sorry I’m such a prude. I’m sorry I don’t go out and get drunk and sleep around with half the school. I don’t ditch class to go have sex in the bathroom. I don’t have a threesome with two of my friends at once. I don’t--”
“I get the point, Kyungsoo.” Kai interrupted him, speaking flatly.
Kyungsoo didn’t mean for it to come out that way. He didn’t mean to be so insulting, but he was hurt and these thoughts had been festering in his mind for some time now. Though, seeing Kai there looking at him defensively immediately made him feel awful for his outburst. Still, his pride told him there were at least some justification in his words. Even if Kai sighed and his shoulders slouched.
“Whatever, go have fun. I’ll see you next week or something.” Kyungsoo decided it was better if he didn’t look at his roommate at this point, and simply laid face first down on his bed with the blanket pulled over his head.
He heard Kai cross the room, pausing at the foot of Kyungsoo’s own bed. Kai called out his name softly, but Kyungsoo refused to acknowledge him from underneath his covers. Giving up with a sigh, Kai shut the light off and left their room to go out for the night.
After Kai was gone, and even though Kyungsoo was frustrated, there was still homework that needed to get done. He lost track of time, sitting cross legged on his bed, typing away at his laptop, trying to edit the rough draft of his short story for his fiction class.
Kyungsoo was staring at the blinking cursor bar right in the middle of one of his run on sentences when he heard keys unlocking their door and he looked to see Kai coming back into the room. Checking the clock on his laptop, it was only 10pm. Kyungsoo blinked, “You’re back early. No one cute at the bar tonight?” He tried to keep his tone light, to show Kai that he wasn’t angry with him.
Kai grunted in response, flopping himself down on his bed. “I just wasn’t feeling up to it tonight.” He rolled over onto his side. “Plus, Luhan was hanging out with Minseok. It was really gross watching the two of them paw at each other.” Kyungsoo couldn’t see him, but he knew Kai was scrunching his face up. “And, there’s the thing that happened with you.”
“What happened with me?” Kyungsoo was baffled.
“Our fight?”
“That was a fight?”
Kai sat up, looking straight at Kyungsoo, who must have looked like a deer in the headlights. “Look, Soo. I know we haven’t been talking much lately but there’s a reason for it. I just really suck at explaining these things, so I find it easier to avoid the entire situation.”
“What situation?”
“I want you to know that most of the shit people say about me isn’t true. Assholes like to start rumours about you when you won’t suck their dicks.” He laughed, and it sounded forced, shaking his head.
Being sure to save his document before he gingerly closed his laptop, Kyungsoo moved it to the nightstand between their beds and sat on the edge of mattress. Not looking at Kai, he instead looked down at his hands resting in his lap. Tentatively, he asked, “But, since when do you care what people think of you? You’ve never given much thought about your reputation before.” Kyungsoo sensed there was more to this confession than Kai was letting on.
Kai frowned. “I don’t care what people think of me. I care what you think of me.”
Before Kyungsoo could even ask why, Kai beat him to the chase.
“I want you to know the truth because I care about you. And because I like you, and I have liked you for some time now.”
He could feel it, Kai staring at him, scrutinizing his body language to interpret his reaction. Slowly, Kyungsoo raised his eyes to meet Kai’s, looking completely confused.
It took a minute for him to find his voice, but once he did he asked quietly, “But you’ve been avoiding me.” That was all he could manage to squeak out. Kai was giving him a shy look, standing up from his bed to close the distance between them to sink to his knees in front of Kyungsoo and rest his palms on either of his friend’s thighs.
“I have, and I’m sorry.” Kai sounded apologetic.
Kyungsoo must have looked stricken.
“I promise I won’t do it again. I’ve just been scared to face you before now, so I found it easier to just flee.”
Kyungsoo didn’t understand how someone like Kai could be afraid of anything, especially of him. It was comforting though, to know that things between them had caused them to be mutually awkward, and it wasn’t just like that on Kyungsoo’s end. They had both assumed their feelings were unrequited, without ever really having a basis of knowing one way or the other. There was so much they needed to talk about, but Kyungsoo could only dumbly mumble, “Before now?”
“We didn’t even get to the bar. I was upset when I realized that you actually believed those stupid rumours and I wouldn’t shut up about it. Luhan actually kicked me out of his room because I kept whining. He said if I didn’t do something about it immediately, he was going to tell you himself.”
Kai was smiling now, and it made Kyungsoo nervous and excited at the same time. He stood, pressing his hands gently against Kyungsoo’s shoulders until he got the hint to let himself fall backwards against his bed. Kai crawled on top of him, straddling his hips and using his arms as leverage on either side of Kyungsoo to lean down so there noses were nearly touching.
“Also, you haven’t said that you like me back yet,” Kai teased, lips just barely brushing against Kyungsoo’s. He shivered at the contact, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Kyungsoo,” Kai whispered.
“Y-yeah?”
“Look at me,” Kai cooed soothingly, fingers lightly grazing Kyungsoo’s cheek. He opened his eyes obediently, blinking at the face so close up to his.
Kyungsoo had always thought Kai was stunning; his artfully tousled hair, his deliciously sun kissed skin, his toned body, his gorgeous facial structure. Despite all of his attractive traits, Kyungsoo’s favourite physical feature to stare at were Kai’s his lips. They were perfect, and supple, and there were many times Kyungsoo had inappropriate thoughts about touching them, kissing them. Now though, he figured, would be an appropriate time to think about doing just that.
In a moment of courage, Kyungsoo tipped his chin upwards to catch Kai’s lips between his own. It was tender and warm, and immediately Kai reciprocated. He was leaning partially on Kyungsoo while his hand slipped down his chest. His eyes were closed now, unable to stop himself from smiling against the kiss.
Kai’s hand snuck underneath Kyungsoo’s shirt to press the pads of his fingertips into his soft belly, earning a sharp gasp from Kyungsoo. Kai’s fingers ventured further up, then around, nails grazing against Kyungsoo’s ribs, which earned another little noise, this time a groan.
Kyungsoo was unsure what to do with his own hands, so they were left with palms flat against his mattress on either side of his body, gripping the sheets.
Shifting position without breaking their kiss, Kai pushed himself forward to lean more weight against Kyungsoo’s chest. He expertly coaxed Kyungsoo’s mouth open and Kai shamelessly sucked on his tongue. Everything was happening so fast that Kyungsoo didn’t even have time to be embarrassed.
When Kai finally broke away, they were both panting. Kyungsoo reached both hands up to touch Kai’s face. There foreheads were leaning together, and both of them were gasping for breath. Opening his eyes, he looked up the best he could at Kai’s face and noticed he was smiling, which made him smile back. As his smile faded, Kai’s expression changed into something that made Kyungsoo shiver. Kai was biting his lip, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes.
“Kyungsoo,” Kai’s voice was sinfully deep.
Kyungsoo wasn’t sure he actually replied, but some noise of acknowledgement was made.
“I could kiss you all night, but...” He trailed off, bringing his knee between Kyungsoo’s legs.
Kyungsoo let out of a gasp of surprise. He hadn’t even realized he was half-hard until now. Shyness finally kicked in, and Kyungsoo covered his face with his hands. It was disconcerting for him to realize just how easily worked up he got when it came to Kai. All that mediocre porn he had suffered through this afternoon hadn’t done anything for him. Yet, just kissing Kai him had him hot and bothered in no time flat.
“Is this okay?” Kai asked, with one hand poised by the hem of Kyungsoo’s sweatpants, while the other was used to gently tug Kyungsoo’s hands away from his face. It was a harmless enough request, but the connotations it carried were heavy. His eyes were still squeezed shut tightly, but despite himself, he nodded.
Kai pushed Kyungsoo’s shirt up, baring his stomach and most of his chest before taking it off completely, followed by his own shirt. Then, he moved down and in one quick swipe, taking Kyungsoo’s pants off. Letting the sweatpants fall on the floor, he quickly grabbed ahold of Kyungsoo’s hips and changed their orientation on the bed, so that Kyungsoo’s head was resting on his pillows now. Kai sat back to take in an eyeful.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Kyungsoo whimpered, trying to cover his bare chest with his arms now. Kai simply sighed while shaking his head, removing his arms to twine their fingers together and pin them down against the bed.
“Because you’re gorgeous.” Kai answered and in an instant, they were kissing again. He didn’t even have time to blush. Kyungsoo soon realized that kissing was an effective way to shut his brain down from overthinking.
It was incredibly easy to get lost in the sensation. Kai was now touching him, roaming his hands along Kyungsoo’s sides. When he thumbed over Kyungsoo’s nipple, he moaned loudly into Kai’s mouth, biting down on Kai’s plump bottom lip which earned a returning groan from Kai.
Slowly, painfully slowly, Kai kissed his way down Kyungsoo’s neck and chest, leaving a wet trail of saliva and red blotches. Kyungsoo’s skin had always been fair, so he was easily marked up. He didn’t mind though, no one was going to see him shirtless but Kai. His friend could admire his own handiwork at a later point in time.
When Kai reached Kyungsoo’s lower stomach he stopped at the band of his grey boxer briefs.
“Can I?” Kai asked, palming Kyungsoo through his underwear which left Kyungsoo’s mind reeling and his heart racing.
“Yes,” he choked out, looking down at Kai before letting his head fall back against his pillows. Kyungsoo couldn’t let the reality of the situation sink in, or he was going to freak himself out. It was easier to focus on Kai’s hands on him, sliding his underwear off his hips and gingerly spreading his thighs apart to perch himself between them. Kai bit his bottom lip nervously, wrapping his fingers around the base of Kyungsoo’s cock.
“Oh god,” Kyungsoo gasped, chest heaving, and when Kai gave him a tentative lick, his breath caught in his throat. Kai stroked him a few times, watching the changes in expression across Kyungsoo’s face when he ran his thumb over the head to help spread the pre-come gathered there.
After watching Kyungsoo squirm for a bit, Kai decided to put him out of his misery. He slowly took Kyungsoo into his mouth, letting his hand fall away once he reached down far enough. The heat enveloping his cock alone was enough to make Kyungsoo moan loudly and once Kai started bobbing his head, sucking lightly, Kyungsoo had no idea what to do with himself. His hands flew off the mattress, grabbing Kai’s hair between his fingers and tugging. Kai hummed in response, quickening his pace.
Kyungsoo was a wreck and he also failed at keeping still now. Kai had to firmly hold his hips down with his forearm to Kyungsoo from bucking up into his mouth. Still, he set a steady pace with his mouth, while his hand reached up to pinch Kyungsoo’s nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“Please, Kai,” Kyungsoo choked. “I can’t-- I’m going to--” His thoughts were just as incoherent as his words. Half heartedly, Kyungsoo tried to push Kai off of him in hopes he would get the message that he couldn’t last much longer. Kai decidedly ignored him though, allowing his throat to open further so he could take all of Kyungsoo in and once he swallowed around the cock in his throat, Kyungsoo lost it.
Crying out, Kyungsoo came with his back arched off the mattress, moaning shamelessly. He felt himself trembling from pleasure, letting his tensed body relax and hands fall away from Kai’s hair.
Vaguely, Kyungsoo realized Kai must have swallowed, because as he sat up, he was wiping at the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. Not a moment later, Kai crawled back on top of Kyungsoo and was kissing him again. He thought he ought to be disturbed by the taste of himself on Kai’s tongue, but it didn’t bother him much.
His entire body felt over sensitive, and anywhere on his body that Kai touched him, felt hot immediately. Kai ran his fingers through Kyungsoo’s hair, pushing his sweaty bangs back off his forehead while kissing his shoulder. Leaning back, he took another good look over Kyungsoo’s body again.
Kyungsoo was completely wrecked. His breathing had finally started to even out, but his face was just as red as the various marks Kai had left on his chest and stomach. Under Kai’s scrutiny, Kyungsoo once again felt bashful, but didn’t cover himself up this time. “Why are you staring at me?”
“Didn’t I already answer this question earlier?” Kai asked.
“But now I’m all gross and sweaty,” Kyungsoo whined and Kai smiled, shaking his head.
“And you’re still gorgeous. But, it’s probably better to get you cleaned up. I guess I wouldn’t mind taking another shower if I had company.” Moving off the bed, Kai unbuttoned his jeans and stepped out of them as he reached a hand down to Kyungsoo with a smirk set on his lips. “Are you coming?”
--
Baekhyun groaned, rolling off of Chanyeol's bare chest to scrounge at the nightstand for his cell phone. Who in the world was texting him at six in the morning? Someone had better be dead or possibly maimed, because if they weren't, Baekhyun was going to be the reason that they would soon be.
Blearily, he tried to read the screen, blinking a few times from the brightness. Underneath him, Chanyeol sighed loudly and stretched before slumping back down against the mattress. Baekhyun tried reading the text message on his screen, but his vision wasn't allowing him to make the words out clearly.
With a huff, he rubbed at his eyes in an annoyed attempt to make them focus faster. Chanyeol was half awake by now, grabbing Baekhyun by the hips and dragging him completely on top him.
"Baek." His voice was deep and husky from sleep. "Go back to bed."
"Hold on a sec. I think Soo texted me." Baekhyun grumbled, swatting Chanyeol's hands away from sliding over his ass. "Knock it off."
"Mmm, Baek-butt is my favourite though." Just to emphasize his point, Chanyeol gave Baekhyun's bottom a good squeeze, causing him to yelp in response and punch Chanyeol in the shoulder.
"I said quit it, you pervert!" Baekhyun couldn't roll off of him, because Chanyeol had a good hold on his middle, so he settled for glaring and digging his elbows into the chest below him while he finally read his phone.
There were two texts from Kyungsoo. One that said, "Don't worry about the thing from yesterday, I think I’ve got it sorted out." And a second one, "Oh, also, whenever you're free can we grab coffee? I have some questions about sex etiquette."
“Nope.” Baekhyun gawked at his phone, shaking his head and decidedly put it back down on the nightstand. “It’s too early to deal with this.”
He settled back down against Chanyeol, groaning loudly. He could feel the headache already setting in. “I hate all my friends.”
“Even me?” Chanyeol rolled over onto his side, taking Baekhyun with him to pull him tight against his chest, nearly smothering him.
“Especially you."