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It's only Thursday and his week is already going to shit. His 7 a.m alarm didn't go off so he woke up thirty minutes after he should, didn't have time to take a shower and he didn't even think about having breakfast, he would have to starve until second break, because he needs to finish and hand his biology homework during the first one. Great, ChanYeol blames the soccer team for having a game  last evening, consequently having the players sweating in front of his eyes, specifically Byun BaekHyun, the  perfect, pure and youngest son of the College Board President, the one with the pouty lips, narrow waist, and  thick, thick thighs. Nah, maybe he should blame himself for having masturbated to the memory of the guy until near three in the morning. This is getting out of hand, he knows that, but he just can't stop, and also he had to take the opportunity while his roommate stayed at his friend's house.

Five minutes before the second period officially finishes, the Professor excuses himself and ends the class there. This works perfect for Chanyeol, who grabs his bag and heads to the cafeteria to eat whatever they have for cheap. He's on the line to pay for his sandwich when someone bumps into him from the side. He turns but sees nobody, but then looks down and there he is, ChanYeol's weakness in the flesh, and he's smiling wide while he apologizes, his eyes forming two little crescents that make Chanyeol knees feel like jelly. He's gonna say something stupid, when the cashier call for the next person, and Chanyeol knows is a bad idea to make the lady wait, so he rushes to pay, but when he turns again, Baekhyun is no longer there. The only thing that remains is the sweet scent of his perfume and the awkward beginning of a boner in his pants.

He gets to the bathroom in record time, sandwich stuffed half in his mouth, half inside his backpack. He fusses with his fly, no time to fight with the button, and takes out his cock through the opening, he starts to jerk off, fast and steady, biting his lips to keep his voice down, not wanting to be heard moaning in the school's bathrooms. He comes fast, his orgasm not really satisfactory due to being rushed and maybe, just maybe, because he came so much last night that his cock has nothing to offer now. Pathetic, he thinks. 

He never thought he'll be doing this, ever. But it all started one morning while he was sitting in his usual spot inside the lecture room. He used to be an early raiser, but that day he exaggerated and got there around twenty minutes before needed, cafeteria still closed, so he decided to wait inside until his class started. That's where he saw him, Byun BaekHyun, for the first time. He let himself inside and didn't even looked in ChanYeol's direction before sitting on the front row. Nerd, he thought, but after observing him for a while he just couldn't look away. Who was this boy? He was just so pretty with his preppy clothes and cute glasses. When lecture was over, ChanYeol walked to the door, paying special attention to the pretty boy, he crossed paths with him and then it hit him, the smell, the perfume, the delicious aroma that sticked to his nose and his dick. Yes, his dick, because ChanYeol's body became cursed and it was as if BaekHyun was to blame for giving him an eternal boner. At first, ChanYeol touched himself during his morning shower, that lasted him for the entire day, but as the weeks passed, that simply wasn't enough.

His doom came two months after that first encounter. For some reason the soccer team changed practice days, giving ChanYeol the opportunity to see BaekHyun a whole lot more than his shared lectures or random cross of paths in the hallways. Well, ChanYeol admits that sometimes he looks for him when he's at the library or the gardens just to have his daily boost, but he's not a stalker, so the change in schedule was perfect for him, but after watching him running around trying to kick a ball, ChanYeol's hormones were a mess. Soccer player BaekHyun is a completely different story and ChanYeol has to fight his boner every time the other  runs a hand through his hair, or when some droplets spill onto his collarbones while he's drinking a bottle of water. ChanYeol knows he shouldn't but what started as fixing himself in his boxers, changed to low key palming his dick until he can't stand it any longer and has to run to the bathroom to jerk off. 

Back to the present, he's sitting on a bench outside the library, eating the other half of his sandwich. He has a group project meeting and then he's free for the rest of the day. Tomorrow he has basketball practice, so he's planning to sleep this afternoon away, recover some strength or his coach is gonna eat him alive, and he's not ready to die this week, not before Saturday, the day when the soccer team has practice at the same time as them, and the day all players have to share the showers because they only have one big changing room and God bless the directory of his college for being stingy bastards, because this is the day that he can steal glimpses of Baekhyun's beautiful, glorious, almost naked body and he lives just for it. 

Saturday practice goes great. As the captain, ChanYeol gives the best of him, and they finish with a sense of pride and happiness, but for ChanYeol the real glory comes now, just when they enter the changing room  and the soccer team is already there taking off their clothes. As always, BaekHyun is in the far end of the bench, his body half covered by a fluffy towel, so ChanYeol can only see his legs and a minimum part of his chest. BaekHyun is kind of shy, very proper boy, so he keeps his decency and never takes off his clothes carelessly. Nevertheless, the little he sees is good enough to fire ChanYeol's fantasies, and he can feel his blood rushing to his cock, leaving a warm path of longing along his body.

He takes off his shirt and tries to not draw any attention when he walks to the stall next to the one BaekHyun is using. Once inside, he takes off his shorts, freeing his erection to the nice steamy air from the showers. He listens carefully to the movement in the other side of the wall, the water colliding with  the soft skin of BaekHyun's body, warm droplets must be brushing his nipples, making them hard and darker. He can see in his head those delicate hands layering bubbly soap all over his sinful body, stopping to caress his chest, his neck, and then going lower and lower, touching along his firm legs and then coming up again to grab his ass, he likes to imagine him separating the globes to let the hot water  run along his rim, caressing the puffy skin, making his hole twitch a little, he gets harder at the idea of  some droplets making their way inside, to then be pushed out as if it was slick. He knows it's just his horny imagination, that he should be ashamed, and he is, but the images are all so vivid, and he's so damn gone, that he simply can't stop thinking about it.

ChanYeol had been touching his cock slowly, building up his pleasure the way he likes it. He knows he should hurry up cause there are other guys waiting for the shower, so he pumps faster and harder until his orgasm hits him and his cum paints the wall separating him from the object of his desire. When he leaves the shower, BaekHyun is already dressing up, and he regrets taking so long, 'cause he missed seeing him fighting to keep his towel wrapped around his waist while getting inside his pants. It's cute, the way he tries to protect his privacy in a room full of brute sweaty men that don't give a shit. Well,  all except for ChanYeol.

Refreshed and ready to go home, he's closing his locker when a shadow moves next to him. It startles him, but then he recognizes him, it's JongIn, one of the soccer players that ChanYeol knows for the crazy parties he throws.

"Hey Park, have something to do tonight? We are planning something nice at my house, it's JongDae's birthday, you can invite the guys."

JongDae's birthday? Probably the whole soccer team is gonna be there, including BaekHyun. That's a rarity, the straight A's student is not prone to parties and alcohol, but JongDae is his close friend, so it would be weird if he doesn't go. Is not like ChanYeol is hoping for something to happen between them, but maybe he'll be able to see a side of the other that he have never seen before.

***

That night they get to JongIn's house around nine o'clock. Sehun drove them there, but ChanYeol is the designated driver when they go back, it's only fair, since he got shit-faced the last time they went out. The entire soccer team is already there, probably going straight from practice, given the different states of drunkenness in which they are. He can also see a group of girls, unlikely from their school, talking with some random guys, fluttering their eyelashes and touching their muscles with the tip of their long fake nails. ChanYeol hates when they do that to him, he would prefer slender fingers with natural well cared nails, a mole in the thumb, elegant hands wrapped around his dick with soft movements. He's fantasizing about BaekHyun again, it's becoming the norm: He thinks about BaekHyun, gets horny, pops a boner and then, well, he usually goes home and masturbate, but  lately he just look for a toilet and relieves himself to then continue with his day like nothing happened.

He's sitting in the couch getting bitter by the fact that he still haven't seen BaekHyun around, and because he can't drink either, when the couple next to him starts making out like they are alone in the room. When the guy moans he know's is time to get up and look for a new seat. He's leaning against the kitchen counter, when a girl approaches him. This one he recognizes from one of his classes but doesn't remember her name. She starts making small talk, smiling at him, and he can tell she's pretty, but he's not in the mood to flirt right now so, showing the most decor he can, he excuses to go to the toilet. The girl looks disappointed and ChanYeol feels a little bad for her, but then another guy offers her a beer and she's all smiles again. ChanYeol leaves with no worries now.

JongIn's house is huge. His parents are loaded, and they are never home, so his son hadn’t felt the need to look for a place of his own. Who'd do that, he has all the amenities and help service 24/7, he'll be a fool to change that for a shared room at the dorms, where he would need to wait for his roommate to leave before he can even think of touching his dick. Maybe that's why ChanYeol has been doing that at the school restrooms this days, not having enough privacy in his own home. 

He wanders through the house looking for an empty bathroom, there is none, they all seem to be occupied by horny couples in different states of undressing. Finally he enters a room that's empty. This must be JongIn's room, he can see his gym bag on the floor, his dirty clothes spilling from it, but what drags his attention is the other bag next to that, a neat placed one that looks strangely familiar. ChanYeol can't resist the temptation to pry, so he closes the door and proceeds to sate his curiosity.

As he thought, this is BaekHyun's bag. Does this mean that BaekHyun is in fact at the party and he just didn't see him? He's not sure, but he can't fight the urge to look through his things, and opens the bag without dwelling too much on it. Inside are the usual, the fluffy towel that he remembers from earlier, the dirty uniform he used during practice today, some toiletries, and at the bottom something that ChanYeol could only have dream before. He touches it with a mix of fear and amusement, like an alarm's gonna go off if he makes the wrong movement, but then he gets braver, and holds it in his hand like is a treasure.

This is fucked up, he knows, he really knows, but he can't help the feeling that overcomes his body and makes it act on it's own. He grabs BaekHyun's dirty underwear and lifts it to his nose, inhaling the musky smell that is embedded in it. ChanYeol can imagine vividly how would it feel to have his face buried between BaekHyun's legs, the smell of his sweaty skin and the flavor that gathers there, right at the tip of his dick, his soft sack, and of course the one that would come out of his tight hole once he breaches it with his tongue.

Drunk on adrenaline he sits on the edge of the bed and takes out his cock. BaekHyun's boxers stuffed against his nose and mouth while he pumps his dick messily and hard. He's panting, sure that the noise from the party will help to hide his ragged breathing. He's getting there so fast, BaekHyun's smell and the dirty fantasies playing inside his head fueling his movements, and he's like a mad man trying to reach his orgasm in a record time. He feels so ashamed, but at the same time he rejoices in the feeling of doing something forbidden. He knows he shouldn't, god he knows, but it feels so fucking good, so great, and he's already cumming on his hand, whitish liquid dripping from his palm as he hurries to clean it so it doesn't spill onto the floor.  

"Nice way to enjoy a party..."

ChanYeol jumps, scared to death of the voice coming from behind him, he zips his pants trying to not get much attention, but he knows the other person caught him red handed. It's only when he turns to see who is it, that life leaves his body and he feels like dying on the spot.

BaekHyun is standing a few meters away, one arm leaning in the door frame and the other holding the door agape. He's serious, his eyebrows rise like he's waiting for an answer and Chanyeol doesn't know what to say or do to make this less embarrassing than it is. As he continues to being silent, BaekHyun enters the room locking the door behind him.

"This is how you make sure no one catches you wanking in someone else's room, you know?"

ChanYeol wants to hide, but he's petrified. BaekHyun keeps getting closer and he just stays there like a deer caught in the lights.

"You know Park? I could tell everyone what you were doing here all alone. That you are a freaking pervert, getting off to another guy's dirty clothes." 

A few tears threaten to spill from ChanYeol's eyes, he has never felt so guilty in his life, and he's so scared, he's scared that the entire school will know what kind of freak he is, he will probably get kicked out of the team, he'll loose his friends, damn, he will be a loner for the rest of his college life.

"But I tell you what. I'm a good person, a good student, a good son, and I don't wanna bring shame to my  father if I get tangled in your mess, so I'll stay quiet-

"Thank you, thank you BaekHyun, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did it-

"Let me finish! I'm not saying a word, but you owe me Park Chanyeol, you owe me and I'm gonna make you pay, you can be sure of it."

Then BaekHyun stands and gets out of the room, leaving ChanYeol alone to drown in regret and disgrace.

***

  Next Monday he prepares mentally to go to classes. He shares his first period with BaekHyun and he dreads the moment when he has to face him. But he can't hide forever, he did that yesterday and the knot in his gut didn't get any better, so he grabs his bag and leaves for school.

When he enters the lecture room, the great part of the students are already there. BaekHyun is sitting on the last row, which is odd 'cause he usually picks the seats closer to the front. Chanyeol is about to sit in the middle row, next to the wall, when his phone pings inside his pocket. A text from an unknown number lights his screen, and he knows exactly who sent it:

"I saved you a seat next to me. Come now."

He walks there like an animal going to the slaughter house, but when BaekHyun greets him from a distance, he's smiling. The same cute smile that has ChanYeol crushing so hard since the first day. 

"How are you, did you have a nice weekend?"

ChanYeol is confused. He thought BaekHyun would be still mad at him, he would be if something like that happened to him.

"How did you get my number?"

"Well, I have my ways..."

"You're not angry at me?"

"Mmhh, I've thought about it, and decided that not really."

"What?" ChanYeol feels the weight lifting from his shoulders, and is such a relieving thing.

"But I'm, curious. Since when are you doing this?" A mischievous grin adorns his beautiful lips, and ChanYeol is dying to have a taste.

"I swear is the first time, I never touched your things before!!"

"Shhhh, I know silly, I would have noticed. But lets be real, that couldn't had been the first time that you touched yourself thinking of me... am I wrong?"

And there is the shame again.

"Tell me Park," BaekHyun speaks closer to his ear, his voice so low that only he can hear, "Tell me if you get hard when you see me at practice, when you watch me in the showers..."

ChanYeol knows what's coming next. His body betrays him in the most pitiful way and now he's getting hard because of BaekHyun's words. BaekHyun notices too and he giggles, he fucking giggles and that goes straight to his cock, making him pop a full boner. Luckily there are no other students sitting near them, but ChanYeol tries to cover his lower body either way. He's about to put his bag over his crotch when BaekHyun stops him.

"Leave it alone, I want to watch you getting hard."

What is it?? He can't believe what he's hearing, but BaekHyun is right there, eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants, and he can't fight the urge to palm himself. The other seems to like it, a kittenish smile softening his features even more.

"I need to pay attention to the class, so I'm changing seats now. See you!" And  then BaekHyun goes back to the front row, leaving him alone with a huge boner that refuses to go down. To fuck with it! He's not spending the entire class being hard, and there is no time to go to the restroom, so he does the unthinkable, he keeps palming himself over his jeans, using his bag to block the view, clenching his teeth  to force himself to stay quiet. He uses his entire hand to try to relieve the tension, but it's difficult, so he uses the tip of his thumb and point finger to pinch the head, and that seems to do the trick, he's cumming in his pants, his forehead touching the table, head buried in his folded arms.

Then, another message makes his phone vibrate in his pocket.

"Did it feel good? Send me a pic."

And ChanYeol, weakened from his orgasm and the bizarre of the situation, opens his phone camera and takes a picture of the wet stain on his jeans. Thank god he's wearing a hoodie two sizes bigger. 

It's becoming some sort of routine between them. ChanYeol doing whatever and then BaekHyun approaches him, do some sexy shit, and leaves Chanyeol hard as a rock. It's usually at moments when ChanYeol has no escape, and sometimes he doesn't even get too close, but just make sure Chanyeol is looking his way to bend over and then there he is, palming himself like a freaking perv. Obviously every time that happens, he asks to snap a picture and send it as proof. 

This morning things has take a turn a lot more risky. He's in the far left bathrooms when someone enters and closes the door. ChanYeol is not surprised to see BaekHyun in all his perfect glory smiling at him through the mirror. The thing that surprises him is what he ask him to do: 

"I wanna watch."

This is new. Usually ChanYeol masturbates on the back of the lecture room while BaekHyun seats in the front. The most BaekHyun had seen is him getting hard through  his pants, but this is different. BaekHyun wants to watch him jerking off, and for that he guides him to the last stall and prompts him to lower his pants while he takes a seat on the toilet. 

ChanYeol can't deny that this gets him hornier. He has the object of his desires right in front of him. The stall is small, so they are really close to each other. He starts palming himself over his boxers, not sure if he should take them off too, but then Baekhyun asks him to do it, and he follows his instructions like a  fucking sheep. His meat is hot, the blood pumping through his veiny cock making it look darker and huge. BaekHyun's face is so close that ChanYeol wonders what he'd do if he stuffs his mouth full, and seeing how he looks so delighted with the sight fuels Chanyeol fantasies even more. 

He pumps his cock thinking how good would it feel to have BaekHyun's lips wrapped around it, sucking him in until his glands hits the back of his throat. It's such an amazing feeling that his balls tighten and he wants to ejaculate all over that pouty mouth, paint his lips with warm cum, make him taste it and relish in the flavor of his climax. 

When ChanYeol opens his eyes, he sees BaekHyun looking mesmerized at the steady movement of his hand, and he warns him that he's getting closer. BaekHyun retreats on his seat, leaving an empty space between him and the edge of the bowl. ChanYeol doesn't understand at first, but then BaekHyun asks:

"You have good aim? I want you to shoot it all in here."

And that sounds so incredibly dirty that Chanyeol can't say no, so he leans over, holding his weight with one arm against the back wall and then he lets himself go. He cums right there in between BaekHyun's legs, his semen going straight inside the toilet. What he wasn't expecting is to hear a " thank you " mumbled against his neck, and he knows he will be masturbating to it all over again.

***

"Meet me at the library?"

That's it. That's the text, and ChanYeol knows it's not really a question, but an order that he can't refuse. 

When he enters the library he can't see BaekHyun anywhere. He looks for him around the hall, but can't find him. He's about to text him to know where he is, when he sees him. BaekHyun is in the modern literature section. He's tiptoeing, trying to reach a book that is a little too high, and the pose makes his ass stick out in a very lewd manner. ChanYeol doesn't waste more time and goes straight there, his body anticipating already what's going to come. 

They greet each other with a nod and walk a little further away from the tables, to the end of the narrow space between the numerous books. Obscured by the high shelves in a section not many venture in, BaekHyun leans against the structure and looks at ChanYeol with playful eyes. 

"Do you like poetry?"

ChanYeol doesn't really know about poetry, being immerse in a career that has nothing to do with it, but he likes music, and songs are some kind of poetry too right? Anyways he's too embarrassed to say it, so he just shrugs and lets BaekHyun continue.

"I want to read you something," he lifts the book he's holding so ChanYeol can read the title:

Erotic Poems

Anthology

Well, this is new, but ChanYeol's not gonna pass the opportunity to hear BaekHyun saying lustful things, so he just gives an "ok" and lets BaekHyun guide him to seat on the floor.

If ChanYeol thought they would be just reading, he was very wrong. By now he's with his hand inside his sweatpants, his entire palm wrapped around his hard cock, precum making the task more fluid and pleasurable, but the thing that has Chanyeol on cloud nine, is having Baekhyun reciting the most provocative words right in his ear, humid puffs of breath creating goosebumps all over his skin.

This is sinful, ChanYeol never though that "The floating poem*" could make him want to splash his semen all over the library floor. He wants to come on BaekHyun's body, paint him with a shower of warm liquid, trace his lips with the tip of his cock and brush his tongue with the salty substance, the same tongue that's rolling slowly to pronounce every erotic word, turning them even more heretic than they were intended by the author.

BaekHyun looks mesmerized. It's amusing to see his half lidded eyes diverging from the pages from time to time to fix on the movement of Chanyeol hand, his pink little tongue wetting his lips once in a while. ChanYeol would give anything to kiss them, bite them until they are red and swollen. He keeps reading and ChanYeol pumps faster and faster. BaekHyun had moved their backpacks to block the view just in case, and then he asks him to lift his hoodie and "Take it out, want to see when you finish". ChanYeol obeys 'cause by now he will do whatever the other asks, and BaekHyun resumes with his lustful discourse

"your strong tongue and slender fingers

reaching where I had been waiting years for you

in my rose-wet cave"

And ChanYeol is coming hard. The solely idea of entering any cavity of BaekHyun's body has him splattering cum all over his abs. The next he knows is that BaekHyun's brushing one of his perfect  fingers in the creamy mess and then putting it into his mouth to taste it. 

A few more drops of cum are squished out of his spent cock thanks to that. 

***

BaekHyun looks pristine this morning. White collared shirt with a black tie, and dark grey slacks that make his ass look perkier and delicious.  It's expected (not the tempting ass part), given that he will be accompanying his father during the meeting with the directory as the students representative. ChanYeol is wearing the same as always, grey large hoodie over a band t-shirt and some washed jeans, cause he's just going to his classes. Days are getting a bit cold and that's why it surprises him a little that BaekHyun is not wearing a jacket.  "We'll be mostly indoors" he said, and ChanYeol lets him go with a shrug. 

They met this morning at the entrance, lately they had been spending some time together, not necessarily engaging in nasty stuff, just talking like good acquaintances. That has ChanYeol happy in a way, but now he's longing for something more. He likes BaekHyun, the big fat crush he had before has mutated to something stronger, and the need to grab him by the hair and kiss him until they don't have air in their lungs is driving him crazy.

ChanYeol is talking with Sehun about their group project, when he hears his name and the rushed steps of someone running to him. He's surprised to see BaekHyun, shirt almost completely soaked, and he can see clearly through it, BaekHyun is not wearing an undershirt , he thinks. This can perfectly be one of ChanYeol's wet dreams, but then BaekHyun is grabbing him by the wrist and excusing them for a moment, living behind a clueless Sehun. ChanYeol hears something along  "Please, I need you to lend me your hoodie", But ChanYeol is not even thinking, he just follows him like a lost puppy that wants someone to pet him.

They get to the bathrooms. Those are empty at this hour, so they are alone. ChanYeol asks what happened, and BaekHyun explains that he dropped a bottle of sparkling water over the table and the pressure made it explode all over his shirt. Luckily the meeting had ended and it was just his dad and him, even then, the man was furious and asked him to get out of his sight and to change clothes once  and for all. 

ChanYeol feels sorry for him, but at the same time he thanks the gods for letting him be a witness of this glorious sight. Because the air is cold, BaekHyun's nipples are very hard, rosy buds pointing right at ChanYeol, asking to be kissed, and ChanYeol wants to touch them so much. He doesn't, he's not a creep (is he?) So he just starts taking off his hoodie to give it to BaekHyun, but the other can read his thoughts and looks at him with a mischievous smile. 

"Are you turned on?"

And god, ChanYeol is so very much indeed. He nods, and BaekHyun takes that as permission to come closer, grabbing the hoodie from his hands, but  he doesn't put it on. He leaves it on the sink counter and then goes for ChanYeol's waist band. He opens the button and lowers the zipper, then step back and signs ChanYeol to continue. He does, he's so into this shit that he doesn't care that the door isn't locked, and someone can barge in at any moment.

"That's it, let me see your beautiful cock getting hard all because of me. You are so good for me ChanYeollie, such a good boy..."

ChanYeol never though he would enjoy the praising so much as he does. It makes him feel hot all over, and he'd do whatever BaekHyun asks from him, doesn't matter if is embarrassing or illegal. He just can't say no to him.

BaekHyun starts unbuttoning his shirt, making sure the wet fabric sticks to his skin in the process. He only needs to give ChanYeol a look and the other hurries to take his cock out and start touching it with long strokes that make BaekHyun salivate. When he finishes unbuttoning the shirt, he takes it off slowly, rushing is not one of his things, so he drags it down his shoulders, only his collarbones visible, and he can see how ChanYeol pupils get wider and dark. He continues his strip show until his chest is in plain view, and like it was a perfectly innocent movement, he let his fingers brush over his nipples, enjoying the soft tickle, moaning softly at the feeling. 

ChanYeol cums embarrassingly fast, his semen pushed out with such force that some of it reaches BaekHyun perfectly polished shoes. 

"You did great Chanyeollie, and thank you for the hoodie." He pecks ChanYeol on the cheek and leaves him alone inside the bathroom to clean the mess. 

ChanYeol briefly wonders if BaekHyun noticed the drops of cum on his shoes before he left. He hopes he didn't.

***

"I didn't know you were friends with him?"

Sehun is looking at him with that poker face he manages to keep 24/7. For others, it doesn't show any expressions, but ChanYeol knows him since forever, so he can see a tint of teasing in his eyes. Knowing he'll be caught immediately, he just avoids the question and buys coffee for both of them, it's a silent offering to shut up, and Sehun takes it because he prefers to be pampered more than he loves gossip. 

They are walking to the gym when he sees BaekHyun entering the building with JongDae. It's rare, the soccer players almost never go to see basket practice, but it's nice to see his crush there, maybe he can show off a little?

He did show off in the end, his coach is very proud of him and asks him to keep the good work, sending the players to the showers with happy pats on their backs.

ChanYeol is ready to follow, but before, he throws a glance to where BaekHyun was sitting in the bleachers, noticing that he's not there anymore, neither is JongDae, who's leaving the building like the few other students that were watching the practice. He's looking around, when a voice he knows too well calls his attention.

"Park Chanyeol? Can we talk for a second?"

Sehun has this look that says he's getting suspicious, so ChanYeol is fast to intervene, before his friend starts asking questions.

"Is about the lecture from the other day? Of course we can discuss that. Can you wait until I change?"

"No, I can't. Is urgent."

BaekHyun sounds final, and ChanYeol knows he shouldn't anger this little kitten when his reputation is on the line, so he pushes Sehun to go first, telling him that he'll catch him sooner. Sehun goes away but turns around to give him one more look, squinted eyes drilling holes in ChanYeol's skull. He will have to come up with some lie to explain this recent closeness with the school's model student, but right now he has to focus on BaekHyun and what he wants today. Something tells him that he's up to no good.

As he suspected, BaekHyun just distracts him with banal conversation for almost half an hour. The entire team has already changed and left, even Sehun, who didn't even said goodbye and just made a gesture with his hand that they'll be talking later. ChanYeol is screwed, he knows.

When the gym is empty, BaekHyun grabs his arm and leads them to the showers, a small grin molding his soft perfect lips.

"Where are we going?" ChanYeol knows where, but he need more explanations.

"You need to shower, don't you?" 

BaekHyun is so calm when they enter the empty changing room and he locks the door. Then he flops on the bench, just in front of the showering stalls. ChanYeol doesn't know how to continue from here, so he just stand there, waiting for instructions.

"I think you need to take of your clothes in order to take a shower?"

ChanYeol freezes, not understanding what BaekHyun is asking of him. In reality he does understand, but he can't believe what the other is asking. He wants him naked? In front of him?

"I though for the way you were sniffing my underwear in the middle of a party, you'll be shameless enough to take your clothes off? It's not like is any different from when you shower with the whole team packed here?"

Of course it's different, ChanYeol can feel in his skin how different this is, but BaekHyun is getting impatient, looking at the expensive watch on his wrist.

"Ok, and then?" He asks, starting undress, without looking at baekHyun in the eyes.

"You already know what follows Park, you are smart enough."

BaekHyun is right. He knows, so he enters the stall and doesn't close the door. He lets the water run all over his body, and he can feel BaekHyun's eyes doing the same. He knows his face is red, but he's also thrilled. Usually he's the one doing the watching, he's the one imagining BaekHyun's perfect body, all aroused and needy waiting for ChanYeol to take him right then and there.

His cock gets hard at the images invading his head, and knowing that BaekHyun is waiting, he grabs it and pump it softly. It's nice, it feels nice doing it under the warm water, like many other times he's done this. He almost forget he has a public when a new instruction is given to him.

"Turn around, I want to watch."

He does, there is still a little shame in him, but BaekHyun's voice is hypnotic, and he can't go against it. He turns around, still holding his dick, giving it a few tugs, not enough to make him moan, but still arousing as fuck.

The next movement that BaekHyun does, has him almost panicking. It's unexpected when the boy in front of him shoves a hand inside his own pants and starts mimicking his movements, soft moans leaving his open mouth, half lidded eyes fixed on Chanyeol's hard cock. 

This sudden change of events spurs Chanyeol more, and make his right hand move faster while the left massages his balls in synchrony. Then, a new surprise has him almost coming right there. BaekHyun stops touching himself and stands up just enough to take off his pants and underwear in one go, shoes flying over to a corner. Then he takes a few steps near the stall and ChanYeol is gonna past out if he keeps coming closer. BaekHyun is about to take off his shirt now, when he takes a bad step that has him slipping on the wet floor. If it wasn't for ChanYeol grabbing him, he could have hit his head against the tiles, but luckily they don't fall and BaekHyun only gets crushed between the wall and ChanYeol's completely naked body. That's when they notice that they are in fact both naked from the waist down, and their crotches are pressed together. ChanYeol moves back first, but BaekHyun grabs him and pulls him towards him once more. ChanYeol moans at the feeling of his cock brushing against baekHyun's, and he can hear BaekHyun moaning too, but too soon the moan turns to a whimper, and not any whimper, but one of real pain, so he detaches from the soft body in front of him and sees BaekHyun with tears in his eyes.

"I think I sprained my ankle" he says, and holds onto ChanYeol to be helped out of the shower.

***

"Again. Why do you have to make him company during soccer practice? Are you his nurse or something?"

Sehun is getting really angry at him, and ChanYeol doesn't know how to explain without giving too much information. Is not like he can say "well, we were about to fuck in the showers, but he slipped and it's kind of my fault", and also Chanyeol is not even sure they were really going to fuck, a mutual handjob maybe, he doesn't know. But the thing is that Sehun is mad and he needs to go get BaekHyun and help him to the field, because he's stubborn and wants to attend practice even when he can't even walk too much without pain.

"I told you, I almost fell and he grabbed me but lost his foot and got a sprain. I feel guilty, so I offered to help..." 

Chanyeol hates lying, but he's not ready to tell his friend what's going on between BaekHyun and himself, so a white lie has to do for now. Maybe in the future, when he recovers his sanity, he will explain somehow what happened.

Well, Sehun seems to buy the story, and says goodbye to ChanYeol. He's lucky his friend has plans already, so he didn't offer to accompany them, otherwise it would have been very awkward, and with the antics BaekHyun has been pulling, he has enough of awkwardness  for a lifetime.

When he gets to BaekHyun's classroom, he's already waiting by the door. ChanYeol raises his eyebrow in question, but BaekHyun is fast to let him know how his classmates are happy to help him whenever they can. That makes ChanYeol's guts twist in some nasty feeling, but he shakes it off immediately, it's not like he can be jealous, BaekHyun is not his boyfriend, not even a fuck buddy, so he shouldn't let his mind wander around. They are just acquaintances that happened to get off watching each other masturbate. Fucked up, but it's true. 

ChanYeol carries BaekHyun piggyback style until they get to the field. He's all sweaty and wants to take a rest, so he's going to take him to the bench, but BaekHyun tells him not to, apparently his coach doesn't want him there, scared that someone kicks the ball in his direction and hits him before he can move away so they go sit on the bleachers, far enough to be safe. It takes them ages, because ChanYeol is afraid of falling and hurting BaekHyun even more, but they make it in one piece, and get comfortable before practice starts.

They are watching in silence when ChanYeol feels something cold making his way beneath the hem of his shorts.

"What are you doing?" ChanYeol grabs BaekHyun hand before he can move it closer to his crotch.

"I'm cold, and you are so warm."

ChanYeol knows BaekHyun is shameless, but he had never tried  to touch him in public before.

"You can put your hand inside my pocket, it'll warm up." He offers just in case the other is really telling the truth.

"I could, but where is the fun in that." He says and resumes his way towards ChanYeol's dick that is already hardening. He then backs down, and when ChanYeol is about to ask what's going on, BaekHyun charges again, but this time sliding his hand underneath his boxers too. A grunt gets stuck in Chanyeol's throat, Baekhyun's cold fingers grasping the velvety skin of his cock. He tucks him to the side, and ChanYeol can feel his cock pulsing against his thigh. He's moving in slow motion so nobody notices what he's up to. The others are too far away to catch BaekHyun's  doings, but either way he's cautious. When he retreats once more, Chanyeol gets to breath again, but it's all short lived, 'cause in less than a second BaekHyun lifts the hem of his short's leg exposing his cock head to the cold breeze. 

Does he regret to wear his gym clothes even when it's still cold outside? Does he regrets not doing laundry the day before so he could have long pants to wear? He doesn't know, he can't think right now, 'cause all he can do is to feel the way BaekHyun's beautiful fingers start warming up the more he plays with the tip of his cock. God, he will die like this, he can feel all his blood rushing south, leaving him light headed, the only thing he can do is breath, breath slowly and try not to moan. 

BaekHyun keeps playing with his glans, spreading the precum all over it until it's all wet. ChanYeol closes his eyes and enjoys the heat nesting in his groin. He wants to thrust his hips, but then the fingers are gone, so he opens his eyes again just to catch sight of those same fingers making contact with BaekHyun's wet tongue, and ChanYeol loses it, all his sanity being crushed by a heated grin in BaekHyun's lips. He cums, of course he cums, and he's glad that his cock is still peeking through the leg of his shorts, because with the amount of semen he let out, he would be going home with a huge wet patch on his clothes, but now all of it spilled to the floor beneath the bleachers. He hopes no one decides to go down there soon.

***

It's been a week since the bleachers incident , and BaekHyun is still wearing a splint. Sehun has got used to him sitting with them at the cafeteria, even when he's sure that JongDae has no problem helping BaekHyun with his bad leg. ChanYeol is contempt his friend hasn't said or asked anything weird yet, and BaekHyun seems to be happy being around them for the time being. The only thing he hates is that BaekHyun keeps spurring him on but in the end nothing happens, and his balls have been by now  fifty shades of blue.

This morning, for example. The three of them were sitting at a table with JongDae and JongIn, the two soccer players whining about missing BaekHyun, and wanting to hang out with him. It was kind of cute, but then JongIn's attention shifted to Sehun, and little later JongDae disappeared, strangely after one of the girls in the table next to them vanished too. 

So, being only four, and with Sehun distracted by an overly exited JongIn, BaekHyun took the opportunity to tease ChanYeol in a very childish way: BaekHyun dipped his spoon in ChanYeol's coffee, making sure it got covered in foam, and then he licked it. He went and licked it the same way he licked his fingers when they were covered in ChanYeol's precum. It was so filthy, so scandalous, and ChanYeol fell for it like every other time, his pants getting tight and uncomfortable while his hands itched with the need to touch himself, or better, to grab BaekHyun by the hips and fuck him in front of everyone. That would teach him.

Every day had been like this, every time they had had company, and ChanYeol doesn't know for how long he can stand this torture. BaekHyun putting random things in his mouth, BaekHyun moaning when eating something sweet and creamy, BaekHyun bending over with his bad leg lifted in the air because he can't reach something across the table, Baekhyun claiming that the weather is getting hot, so he can take off his sweater and let ChanYeol see how hard his nipples are, because it's still cold, spring is yet to come.

So he does what any guy his age would do to survive. He goes home and masturbates like crazy, not even minding that his roommate is still in the dorm, he just make sure to lock the bathroom door and that his moans aren't too loud.

It's Friday when a glimpse of hope gets to ChanYeol's lifeless existence. And even when with BaekHyun there is always a catch, he is willing to try and see what the hell he'll gain out of this.

The next day he's outside BaekHyun's house. He's wearing something nicer than he usually goes for, and his hair is tamed to the side so his forehead is showing. He didn't do this for BaekHyun, not really, but he has to remember that this is also the house of the man that makes the rules at his college, so he wants to look decent, just in case, and his effort is well paid when the maid opens the door and BaekHyun's father is right there at the foyer. 

The man looks at him with a quirked eyebrow, and ChanYeol is fast to introduce himself as one of BaekHyun's classmates. He's going to keep explaining when BaekHyun's soft voice interrupts them. He sounds so formal when he makes the introductions, and ChanYeol can't help but wander what kind of relationship he has with his father. 

After a few words, the man leaves them, not before warning BaekHyun to not make noise, he  and his wife have important people to entertain and he doesn't want any interruptions. BaekHyun only nods in affirmation and invites ChanYeol to come upstairs with him. He'll be "tutoring him" in his room, so his father can rest assure nothing will bother him or his guests.

ChanYeol makes it up the stairs in awe at the luxury of this place. Every wall he looks at, there is some expensive looking paintings, and the ornaments are ones that wouldn't even fit at his parents home.

When they get to BaekHyun's room he burst laughing at the ridiculously huge bed. BaekHyun signals him to keep quiet, even when it's almost impossible for them to be heard from the first floor. But then BaekHyun points to the hallway, where presumably his parents bedroom is, and then ChanYeol hears the sound of high heels clacking on the marbled floor. 

"Is that your mom?" ChanYeol asks in a hushed voice.

"No. She's my father's wife. She doesn't like the noise ." 

By his tone, ChanYeol guesses that she specifically dislikes BaekHyun's noise, but he doesn't comment on it. He just walks to the bed and sits on the edge. It's nice and soft, so different from his bed at the dorms. He's looking at the ceiling when BaekHyun pushes him softly lo lay on his back. He's about to say something, but the other shushes him putting a finger over his lips. He keeps it there when he climbs over ChanYeol's thighs, one leg on each side, and ChanYeol is growing hard by the second. That's when he notices that BaekHyun's splint is gone. He's gonna ask, but gets shush again, so, afraid to letting out some kind of sound, ChanYeol resorts to trap BaekHyun's fingers with his lips, licking the perfect digits with the tip of his tongue. BaekHyun seems to like it, and pushes them a little deeper, playing with the wetness, spreading it over ChanYeol dry lips. Of all the dirty things they have done together, this is the more arousing one. Maybe it's because he can feel BaekHyun's weight on  top of his body, the soft pressure warming his groin, making his dick hard against his ass. He wants to rub himself between the soft mounds until he's coming hard. But BaekHyun is going slow, still contempt with just fair touches that have ChanYeol losing his mind.

He's still clouded by lust when BaekHyun hovers over him, so close that he can feel his breath all over his face. It feels like a fever dream, and ChanYeol acts on instinct, grabbing his waist and  changing positions, trapping him beneath his huge body. He watches as BaekHyun face turns into an aroused mess. His usually pouty rosy lips now forming a small o, cute upper teeth showing, so white in contrast. His cheeks are flushed and the more ChanYeol grinds on top of him, the more BaekHyun's eyebrows furrow in a pleasured expression. 

ChanYeol has been with another guys before, but he had never seen someone reacting so much to a few touches. Is BaekHyun a virgin? Now ChanYeol is panicking because he doesn't know if he should be taking such an important moment without asking first, and-

"Easy Park... And don't worry, we are not fucking, at least not today."

What? Is he so transparent that BaekHyun can see so easily through him? He has stopped his movements a moment before, but BaekHyun is having none of it, and wrapping his legs around ChanYeol's waist, he locks his ankles and uses them to push their erections together and starts grinding once more. 

"I know you say we're not gonna fuck, but we should at least take our clothes off, I don't wanna come in my pants, you don't know how much laundry I've been doing because of you." 

BaekHyun gives him a face that says he's not buying it entirely, but ChanYeol pouts and he accepts to take off their pants, he doesn't want to explain why he's doing his own laundry when they have maids for that job.

"Stop staring, it's rude."

ChanYeol is caught red handed, and he's about to apologize when BaekHyun drags his boxers down his legs in a  slow movement, and ChanYeol feels the little blood that was still in his brain rush downwards, leaving him open mouthed, with his eyes going so round that he must look stupidly dumb right now.

BaekHyun takes his hand that's still holding his jeans and throws them on the floor, then he pulls him with him to lay on the bed, and ChanYeol is a zombie, a fucking dumb zombie but instead of brains he only can think of dick. BaekHyun's dick.

"It is so... you look so..."

  "If you say cute, I'm throwing you out."

Well, here he goes looking for new ways to call him, because the truth is that he is indeed cute, so so very cute, and ChanYeol has never seen an objectively pretty dick, like, never. A penis is a penis and everybody knows they are useful but ugly. But BaekHyun's? BaekHyun's dick is nice (that's the word he'll use from now on) is the perfect size, not too veiny, but thick enough to make ChanYeol salivate. His pubic hair is thin and perfectly trimmed, and unlike ChanYeol, he's uncut, so the cute nice cute tip peeks out from the foreskin, and it's the exact same pink color as BaekHyun's lips, and he so wants to give it a kiss, two kisses, many. He wants to play with it until it's so slippery and glossy that it can't hide inside anymore. He's going to do that, but, as always, BaekHyun acts first.

He first feels the hand at his dick and then notices he's not wearing boxers anymore. BaekHyun is grinning like he knows what a fool ChanYeol becomes near him, and what can he say? He is a fool, young, horny and in love. Perfect combination. He stops rambling when something wet makes contact with his cockhead, and ChanYeol wanders when the fuck BaekHyun had the time to grab some lube, but is not that, is BaekHyun who spat on him, on his cock, and ChanYeol tightens every muscle of his body to not come right that second. Then BaekHyun, as if he didn't do something so dirty, gives him real innocent eyes and tells him: "There is no lube and I don't want it to hurt..."

If ChanYeol tightens a little more, he's gonna pop a vein or something.

***

They had been rubbing their cocks together for a while, and every time ChanYeol feels like he's coming, BaekHyun stops his hand, and ChanYeol wants to scream in frustration. He had tried to take command, but BaekHyun distracts him with nips at his ear and kitten licks on his Adam's apple. He's so weak for this guy, he would do anything. 

He's once again at the edge and begs BaekHyun lo let him come. He's waiting for a stop, a " no, not yet" but instead he gets pulled up and then BaekHyun is on his all fours on the bed, asking him to let it out " here please", and ChanYeol does it, he doesn't ask questions and just aim to the puckered opening and cums, he cums so much that part of it splash on the covers, and he's thinking of an apology when BaekHyun flops down onto the bed, fisting his cock until he's cumming too and dirtying them even more, so he just shuts up. He spends the little strength he has  looking at BaekHyun and the mess he is, his beautiful fingers playing with the semen that drips from his ass to his thighs, rubbing his hole with it, making ChanYeol look at it, watch how nice and pink it is.

ChanYeol knows he'll be hard again in a second.

They are laying on their sides, breathing still heavy, and ChanYeol can't stop looking at BaekHyun. How can he be so beautiful, and how he got so lucky to be here, half naked with him. 

BaekHyun is playing with ChanYeol's long fluffy hair. He was thinking of getting a haircut, but if BaekHyun likes it this way then he's going fucking Rapunzel, that's how gone he is. He laughs at the idea and it's contagious because now BaekHyun is smiling too. They get closer, noses almost touching, BaekHyun's lips millimeters away from his, and he's ready to man up and kiss him when the same previous clacking of high heels starts coming from downstairs to their side of the hallway. 

BaekHyun jumps from the bed and starts dressing up, mimicking for him to do the same. When BaekHyun's step mother knocks at the door, they are already clothed and sitting with enough space for the whole Holy Trinity between them. 

When BaekHyun leaves the room to say hi to his father acquaintances, ChanYeol flops on the bed once more. He can't stop thinking about that almost kiss, that, and the fact that BaekHyun is mingling with important people right now, while his skin is still moist with ChanYeol's cum. Damn!

ChanYeol leaves that night without a kiss, but full of horny promises that he expect BaekHyun to keep. 

They got to fool around a little more after BaekHyun came back to his room, but nothing too risky, 'cause his father wasn't really happy with ChanYeol being there. Not when BaekHyun should be doing homework, and not tutoring some guy that could get him behind on his studies. That, and also the man doesn't like anyone to be his son's friend that was not picked by himself, so he had an eye on them and could appear any moment. So, they did what they could; dry hump fully clothed, with BaekHyun burying his face in ChanYeol's neck while ChanYeol used one hand to play with his nipples until they were red and puffy, and the other to massage that perky ass that he wants so much to fuck. Soon, he thinks, and starts making his way back to the dorms. 

He hopes the bus doesn't take too long, he has laundry to do.

***

By Monday things seem to go backwards. BaekHyun is not waiting for him at the entrance, and ChanYeol finds him talking with other students at the lecture room. There are no demanding messages or playful looks. As if nothing had happened this last month.

At lunch time he sits with Sehun at their usual table. The cafeteria is packed, like usual, and they try to eat fast and leave soon. There are no signs of BaekHyun or his friends, and it stays the same for the entire week, and ChanYeol wants to call and ask what the hell is going on, but he doesn't, and just focuses on his assignments and practice. 

"JongIn invited us to a party at his house tomorrow after practice." Sehun doesn't ask, he just assumes ChanYeol will go with him.

It's Friday already, and tomorrow the soccer team have a schedule similar to them, and usually ChanYeol would be anticipating shower time, but not now. He's kind of angry. He thinks it's unfair that BaekHyun gets to do whatever he wants without explanations, he gets to make promises and then disappear. He's not even mad at the lack of sexual activities, he realizes. He's mad that he was really into BaekHyun and the other was just playing around. Playing with ChanYeol's feelings.

"I'm not going... but you should, have fun!"

Sehun just looks at him with that same face he has all the time, but then he puts a hand on his shoulder and forces him looks him in the eyes. 

"If you and BaekHyun had a fight, you should talk it out."

He shakes the hand from his shoulder and continues walking. They didn't have a fight. The didn't have anything really. 

That Saturday the coach yells at ChanYeol during the entire practice. He can't focus and it's affecting the team. So the moment  it ends, he grabs his stuff and goes straight home. He smells, and people is looking at him with a scrunched nose, but he can't give a fuck. He just want to get home and hide under the covers forever.

His roommate is not there to nag at him for the foul body odor, so Skiping the shower, he puts on some pajamas and  lays on his bed, drowning in misery. He hates being like this, but can't help it. It sucks. 

He's gonna grab a soda when someone knocks at his door. He keeps silent and waits for whomever is looking for him goes away, but the knocking gets louder and then Sehun's voice is calling for him, threatening to blast the door if he doesn't open.

ChanYeol know's he wouldn't, but he'll be sulking for days, and he doesn't have patience for that. Not ever. So he gets up and lets him inside.

"I don't know what the hell's going on, but you need to chill out, take a shower, and come with me tonight. Have some beer, find some cute girl, or guy, and leave all this nonsense behind." 

Sehun sounds very serious, and ChanYeol knows he's right. He shouldn't be crying over BaekHyun. He should be having fun, going crazy and enjoying the best years of his life. Sounds terribly fake and hollow, but he'll try.

Later when they get to JongIn's house there is so much people that bumping into BaekHyun seems a little unlikely, so he goes straight to the kitchen for some drinks. He's not fond of dancing, but maybe a little of liquid courage will do the trick, so he takes two shots and grabs a cup of beer. He needs to get his game back and tonight is the night.

He's dancing by himself when a short guy grabs him by the waist and starts grinding on his leg. He lets him do it, the guy's cute in a generic way, shorter that himself, long bangs obscuring his eyes. His hair is not that soft, he notices, and his lips are not the pretty pink that he likes. He stops himself before taking that road, and smoothly turns his dancing partner around, holding him by the hips. He's about to press his body against the guy's back, when a pair of puppy eyes stare right at him from a distance. Said puppy looks angry, and the girl he was talking to seems to notice, because she also turns to look at ChanYeol. BaekHyun is telling her something in the  ear when JongDae enters the room shouting at the top of his lungs:

"THIS PARTY IS ON FIRE!!!!!!"

Everyone cheers and scream. ChanYeol loses sight of BaekHyun, but then sees him going upstairs with the same girl hanging from his arm. The music gets louder, and trying to forget what he saw, he starts grinding to the beat, then he notices that the ass in front of him is not that round and perky. ChanYeol hates it.

He's inside the kitchen again, he wants water this time 'cause he's feeling sick and wants to go home, but Sehun is nowhere to be seen. When he goes back to the main room people start screaming once again, but this time is different, now people is running and there is coughing and chaos. This time the party is indeed on fire, and he looks around, calling for Sehun, who's by the door and yells at him to go outside. He does, but there is another chaos, people in different states of drunkenness or undressing (or both) are scattered around the lawn, Sehun in the far edge, near the curve. He starts walking there when a cold hand grabs his.

"Don't go. Can we talk?"

ChanYeol would recognize that voice anywhere, but he's not in the mood to talk right now, so he keeps walking.

"Please, I promise is not for long, I just want to explain."

"Explain what! That you don't fancy me anymore and much prefer some tits? That's what you want to explain?"

BaekHyun look ashamed, but doesn't let go of his hand.

"Please, just a minute... please"

And ChanYeol is weak, very. So he lets himself be dragged to BaekHyun's car. He sits inside, at the front, and BaekHyun does the same, closing the door and turning on the heat. ChanYeol is getting impatient, he wants answers, but he's afraid to ask, so he waits for BaekHyun to speak first.

"I know you are mad at me. Sorry, I didn't wanted to be like this. You don't deserve it."

The level of anger in ChanYeol's blood goes from ten to zero in just a second. BaekHyun gave him an apology he wasn't expecting to receive, nevertheless the pain in his heart is still there, and he knows nothing will be able to erase it any time soon.

Sirens can be heard in the distance, and BaekHyun asks him if they can go to ChanYeol's dorm to talk. ChanYeol accepts, his roommate hasn't been there since yesterday, something about him working in a group assignment, ChanYeol doesn't care, more room for him, so BaekHyun drives them there.

ChanYeol doesn't know what to expect of this change in events. He really wants for BaekHyun to talk to him, but there is also a possibility that the other just wants to mess around a little more, and he's not up for that. In the end BaekHyun really talks to him, and ChanYeol can't be more sad because of him.

Apparently BaekHyun's father wasn't happy about his sudden friendship with ChanYeol. Some telltale went to him and let slip about their closeness. One of the professors he supposes, his father had bought every one of them, the rats. BaekHyun hates them. 

At the beginning ChanYeol doesn't understand what it does to do with anything, but then it's all crystal clear. 

"They told him that you have dated lots of girls... and boys."

So, the man is homophobic. Does he think BaekHyun will magically become gay because he talks to him? 'Cause that's not how it happens, BaekHyun  obviously  wasn't straight from the beginning, it's not ChanYeol's fault.

"So, he doesn't want that his precious little son, future president of the Byun Company, turns out to be gay?"

BaekHyun laughs, but it's a sad laugh, and ChanYeol grabs at his own hair and flops on the bed 'cause he's still processing.

"I'm not precious to him, and you can be sure I won't be anywhere near the presidency, God, if it was for my father I wouldn't even be near his business, he hates me!"

"Pardon me, what???"

"Yeah, funny right?"

But ChanYeol thinks it's the least funny thing he had heard someone say.

"My father and JongIn's father are friends since they were young, when his friend got married, my father got to know the bride's sister, and fell in love. He married her the year after, and then my two brothers were born. She was beautiful, and so kind... I loved her."

"She's your mom, no?"

"Well, not really."

ChanYeol's head is a mess, this story he's being told is not something he'll be understanding anytime soon.

"My father had an affair, and that's how I was born. He didn't acknowledge me at first, but then his wife got to know, and she demanded him to take care of me. My father didn't want a scandal so he hushed everything with money and my biological mother gave me away when he told her he'll never end his marriage to be with her. So, I was raised at the main house along with my brothers. They don't like me, really, and neither my father, but his wife... she gave me all the love I could ever ask for. She never made me feel an outsider. She would kiss me good night and sing to me. I can still remember her voice, it was gorgeous, just as herself."

"But she's not the woman I met at your house, right? So, where is she?"

"She died when I was twelve. My father remarried a few years after, and decided I wasn't manly enough to be his son, so he made me took on soccer. He would had made me play every sport possible, but I begged and promised that I'll do good at school, so he let me get away with just that."

"But I though you like soccer?"

"Oh, I do now, and i'm good at it," he smiles because he's proud of it, "but I wish I could be myself, completely."

BaekHyun's father had made sure his son was impeccable, he chose his friends, chose his career, and he has probably already chosen someone's daughter to marry him in a few years. He has always reminded BaekHyun that he's lucky he welcomed him in his home, that the only thing he needs to do is stay out of trouble, be picture perfect and do as he says. That way no one will ever know that he's the stain on his family's name.

And that's exactly the problem, because BaekHyun is tired, tired of playing that role, tired of pretending. He just wants to go out with friends, dance with a handsome guy and make out like his life depends on it. He wants to have sex without having to close his eyes and imagine that he's the one getting railed. He just wants to be normal, because he is normal, even when his father says otherwise.

ChanYeol sees when BaekHyun's eyes start to water, so he pulls him to lay on top of him, tucking his head under his chin. BaekHyun's hair is so soft, and it smells so good. Is like a drug to ChanYeol, and he can't get enough of it, like he's high, or  maybe he's still a little drunk, but it's not the alcohol what makes him say " I like you ." And to make a statement, he kisses the top of BaekHyun's head.

BaekHyun laughs, and it sounds so beautiful in ChanYeol's ears, that he wants to listen to it everyday of his life. He wants to make BaekHyun happy, he knows he can.

"I like you too," BaekHyun moves his head to look at ChanYeol, "I've like you for a while now."

They narrow the space between them, and when their lips collide, ChanYeol knows he'll be kissing only BaekHyun from now on. There's no turning back. He's falling to the deepest and he's putting up no resistance. 

BaekHyun leads the kiss, mapping every crease of ChanYeol's lips with his own. He loves it, and when ChanYeol opens his mouth to brush their tongues, BaekHyun moans at the intense flavor of their mixed salivas. 

ChanYeol accommodates them, so now they are resting on their sides, legs intertwined, laying close but with enough space in between for them to explore each other's bodies. BaekHyun asks for permission to take ChanYeol's shirt off, and then ChanYeol does the same with his. BaekHyun's hands wander over ChanYeol's skin, and he can feel BaekHyun's fingers slowing down when they get to his abdomen, "I don't have those, I like them,"  he says while he traces the muscles, and ChanYeol laughs because he thinks that the soft lean body of BaekHyun's is the most perfect thing that exists. He tells him that, and BaekHyun gets all shy, so different from the boy that stood in front of him and demanded to be entertained. 

"I want to suck you off." ChanYeol is not shy at all, and he's dying to taste baekHyun.

BaekHyun nods his consent and ChanYeol needs to hear the words, so he bites his nipple and ask again.

"Yes, please..." BaekHyun answers and lowers his pants to make things easier for ChanYeol. Then he opens his legs, and giggles at the face ChanYeol does. It's exactly the one he was expecting to see.

"Oh God! you shaved?" ChanYeol is drooling and if he continues staring, then this isn't going anywhere.

"I was expecting to see you tonight? Talk to you, maybe move things forward?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

ChanYeol  still has his head between BaekHyun's legs, face right in front of his nice dick.

"Ok. Sorry to ruin the moment, but before I put my mouth on your dick I need to ask this first: If you wanted to fix things with me, then what were you doing with that girl at the party? I saw you going upstairs with her."

BaekHyun's erection has withered during this conversation, and his eyes suddenly get a little somber.

"Because I saw you dancing with that bad copy of me and decided it wasn't a good idea to interrupt."

"So, you decided to have sex with her instead? Even when you don't like girls?" He's not angry, but something's  still bothering him.

"For your information I was taking her to the bathroom, she wanted to puke. And if it makes things better I haven't done anything with anybody since we started this," he signals between them, "I knew I wasn't doing that to myself–or others–anymore. I can't."

ChanYeol is really satisfied with this affirmation, and to prove it, he kisses the inside of BaekHyun's thigh.

BaekHyun whimpers, and that spurs ChanYeol to do it again, and again. With every kiss he gets closer to BaekHyun's  perineum and the skin is so soft that he can't help but moan with his lips glued to the skin. The vibrations go right to BaekHyun's cock, and it starts getting hard again, the pink head peeking, all wet and glossy. Then ChanYeol does the unthinkable, he licks a path from BaekHyun's tailbone to the tip of his cock, putting special pressure when his tongue brushes BaekHyun's tight hole.  The fact that he's shaved making it a lot more easier. 

This has BaekHyun trembling, and even more when ChanYeol engulfs his cock up to the base, making a show of his lack of gag reflex, bobbing his head repeatedly in a slow pace. Then he picks up the rhythm and BaekHyun starts moaning louder and louder.

"ChanYeol... ChanYeol!! I'm gonna com- I'm gonna... ahh please, I wanna come... ahh..."

"Not yet baby, hold on, just a little more." He lets go of BaekHyun's cock with a loud pop, and then climbs over him to kiss him in the lips, BaekHyun's flavor is all over his mouth. They moan together, it's filthy, but that makes it even better. Then ChanYeol grabs BaekHyun's thighs and spreads them even more, he lets them go only  to take off his own jeans and boxers, and  then positions himself right in between the fleshy limbs. He starts grinding his hard on right against BaekHyun's hole and it's so arousing to feel it pulsing on the tip of his cock,  it reminds him of the other day, when he came all over the puckered rim, making it creamy and needy. 

Now he wants to come inside, to fill BaekHyun to the brim with his load, but for that he needs to prep him first.

"Have you ever done this before?" He asks, 'cause he wants to be sure that BaekHyun is ready.

"Never with a real dick... I don't know if my only dildo counts, you are huge."

ChanYeol's ego rises to the clouds and at the same time his mind conjures images of BaekHyun teasing his prepped hole with a bright pink silicone rod. ChanYeol needs to see that sometime soon, but now he has this beautiful sexy guy sprawled on his bed, completely naked, ready to be eaten whole. God! He's asking for this!!

He lubes his fingers and uses his middle one to rub over BaekHyun's rim, just to feel it pulse again, he can feel how smooth it is, and he's not a perv, but knowing that BaekHyun shaved just to give him better access makes his cock to dribble precum, he can even feel the salty drops running down his balls. 

He directs his attention to BaekHyun again, and the sight has him almost coming: BaekHyun is looking at him through half lidded eyes, cheeks blushed and his delicious lower lip trapped between his teeth. A layer of sweat has his hair sticking to his forehead and ChanYeol wants to brush it back, but he has both of his hands occupied. One is holding BaekHyun's legs open and the other is busy finding his sweet spot.

"Dear Jesus Christ–Right there, ChanYeol... please right there–don't stop–fuck!! Ahhh..."

ChanYeol is tempted to keep watching BaekHyun unravel while he fingers him nonstop, to let him come and see how his semen mixes with the sweat on his skin, to see his lashes flutter as his orgasm hits him like a rocket. But then ChanYeol decides that no, he can in fact see all of that happening while his dick is buried to the hilt inside BaekHyun's perfect body, but if he doesn't hurry up, this will become the same as always, with ChanYeol spilling his semen everywhere but where it belongs . 

BaekHyun is not happy when ChanYeol stops, but then he sees the lube bottle being opened and he isn't so mad anymore. In fact, he wants to help, so he hooks his arms under his own knees and spreads his legs beyond possible. ChanYeol's cock twitches in his hand, and BaekHyun can't contain a teasing smile, like he's testing him. 

"I'm gonna take that brattiness out of you with my cock"

This makes BaekHyun laugh and ChanYeol follows, knowing he sounded silly. But BaekHyun stops laughing suddenly and grabs him from the neck to kiss him desperately. ChanYeol kiss him back just as hard, licking the insides of BaekHyun's mouth. He loves the taste and wants more, but then BaekHyun decides to suck on his tongue and ChanYeol has had enough, he pushes BaekHyun back on the bed, and without breaking the kiss he leads the head of his cock to the wet entrance. 

BaekHyun gasps, then he lets out soft whimpers, ChanYeol prepared him well, but this is nothing compared to a plastic dildo, and ChanYeol knows he's above average, so he keeps going, very slow at first, paying attention to BaekHyun's sounds, until he can clearly hear a moan, a satisfied moan, and he uses that moment to push the rest of his cock until his crotch is glued to BaekHyun's soft skin.

"Stop, please stop... mmhhhhh go slow, ChanYeol..."

"Shhhh baby, I got you... breath, I wont move until you tell me to."

ChanYeol forces himself to stay still, it's so hard when his cock is asking for friction, but BaekHyun is more important now, and how he can say no to those pouty lips that look so juicy, so he does the next thing that'll give him pleasure. 

He kisses BaekHyun and makes sure to take his time outlining his cute cupid bow with the tip of his tongue. Then he kisses the corner of his lips and nips at the skin. He starts kissing and nipping lower, and lower, his jaw, the spot below his ear, his neck, his collarbones–god, BaekHyun is so damn beautiful!– When he tries to reach his nipples, he accidentally thrust his hips, but instead of a pained cry, he hears the loudest moan BaekHyun has ever let out.

"Baby, want me to move?"

BaekHyun is so out of it that he just nods repeatedly, grabbing ChanYeol's ass to force him to move again. His moans are something closer to a meowling now and that fuels Chanyeol's desire to wreck him. He imagined sex with BaekHyun countless times before, but never even dared to think about taking his first time, the tightness that surroundes him, the lovely moans and his warm breath making his skin humid and sticky. It's so erotic, and he can't help but thrust harder and faster, BaekHyun pleading and trashing under him, completely malleable, like a doll, and ChanYeol wants to keep playing, over and over, every single day if he can. But then an idea makes him halt his movements, something that has been in his fantasies for a while.

"Why did you stop!" BaekHyun, bossy as ever, doesn't look very pleased with this change of events.

"Have you ever considered riding me?"

"Why are you being so polite when I have your huge cock buried in my ass?"

"Crassy, but fair." He shrugs and then slips out of BaekHyun, grabs him by the waist and with a swift movement, change their possitions. Now he's the one laying on the bed with BaekHyun on top of him, but when BaekHyun starts grinding on ChanYeol's dick to make it go inside, ChanYeol stops him again, grabbing his face with both his hands and pecks his pouty lips. Then, making a gesture with his finger, he shows him what he wants:

"Turn around."

BaekHyun is insecure at first, but does as he's told. He lets his torso being pushed lower so his ass is in the air. ChanYeol uses this opportunity to play with his hole a little more, he loves how soft it is and how pink it has got with all the friction. He keeps rubbing it with his fingers until BaekHyun is a mess, leaking precum like a faucet, and moving his hips trying to get ChanYeol's fingers inside. He wants this as much as ChanYeol, so he doesn't keep him waiting any longer and grabs his thighs to pull him back, impaling him on his cock with a deep grunt.

BaekHyun starts moving immediately, he's hungry for his cock and it shows. Bouncing on it non stop, circling his hips to force the bulbose head to rub against his prostate. This makes ChanYeol go crazy, his fingers leaving prints on the fair skin that was previously untouched. He feels like a beast, marking this territory for the first time and taking what's in it as his, but maybe it's the opposite, maybe he's the one that's being marked, used, owned, and he loves it. BaekHyun is a natural, looking back at him from over his shoulder, biting his lips to then lick them like he's hungry, all while his hole devoures his cock, gripping him and pulsing around it, making him ask for more, he wants more, he wants to let it all out, to plant his seed deep inside until he's milked dry.

BaekHyun's movements starts to falter, so ChanYeol sits straight and pulls him against his chest, then he's the one moving, holding his weight with one arm firmly on the bed, lifting his hips and thrusting hard and fast, leading them both to reach their release.

BaekHyun is almort there, moaning loud, rubbing his hard dick with one hand and one of his nipples with the other,   ChanYeol is also playing with his nipples, but what does it for him is the bite on his neck, and the growl that he hears so close to his ear. That's it, he's cumming all over himself while ChanYeol fills him from behind. Fuck! It's so good to finally being full of cum, to feel the warm thick semen filling his hole until there is no room for more. He loves it, he screams in pleasure until his voice is coarse and raspy.

BaekHyun is tired, but ChanYeol is not finished yet, so he hugs him tighter and continues to drill into him. Soon he feels his orgasm approaching, and he looks for BaekHyun's lips with his own, at that moment they make eye contact, and Baekhyun looks so fucked up that he can't hold it any longer, he comes with BaekHyun's name on his tongue and his entire body shooks with electricity. It's the best fucking orgasm of his life, and he came so hard that he can feel his semen dripping from BaekHyun's ass onto the sheets.

***

After they got cleaned up, they lay naked on the bed. ChanYeol leaves butterfly kisses on baekhyuns hair, inhaling his natural aroma. He's sure that he can get drunk with it. 

BaekHyun on the other hand, is absentmindedly playing with ChanYeol's soft cock. 

"Stop that. You are going to give me another erection."

BaekHyun giggles maliciously, "And the problem is..."

"The problem is that I want to talk, seriously, and you are distracting me."

"Talk about what?"

"Us." 

"You wanna know what are we now? If we are boyfriends?"

ChanYeol is worried for a second. The dark shadow of BaekHyun's previous mind games almost gets to him, but he's wiser than that. He wants to try, believe in this, so he'll do it. He knows it won't be easy for BaekHyun to go against his father and risk the things he has achieved. But he wants to be there for him, hold him and tell him that everything is gonna be ok. That he loves him.

"I really, really wanna be with you." He says it before he can catch his words.

"You do?" 

BaekHyun is so painfully insecure that it physically hurts ChanYeol to hear it.

"I do," He can see BaekHyun tearing up a little, "and I wanna be here for you in every way you need me, even if you have to keep me a secret, I want this."

BaekHyun hugs him and hide his face in ChanYeol's chest. Even then, he can feel his tears dampening his skin.

"It won't be for long. I don't want to hide forever, I promise." BaekHyun lifts his head to look him in the eyes, "Will you wait for me, please?"

ChanYeol is sure he'll do. So he grabs him and between kisses he promises too "I'll do." 

Bonus chapter.

"Can you please not, doing that, in my mom's white couch?"

For the record, they are only kissing, but Sehun is looking at them like they are making homemade porn or something. It's been a couple of weeks since they started going out (in secret, but still,) and it's also been two weeks since ChanYeol's roommate came back full time leaving them both with no place to make out in peace. So there is that, they are in love and horny, and they use how much time alone as they can get to be touchy with each other, Sehun going to the bathroom being a perfect opportunity. 

They've told a total of three friends about them. And their reactions had been good in general. Sehun made ChanYeol promise that he'll still be his favorite friend, and ChanYeol agreed to it, JongDae was ecstatic and promised that he'll offer himself as a tribute and would  block all the girls that came near BaekHyun, that's how much he loves his friend. The one who was harder to convince was JongIn. BaekHyun was scared that he'll tell something to his father, but nothing of the sort happened, and lately he had been hanging out with them normally. Maybe he still stares at their joined hands or look to the other side if they kiss, but for the most part he's been as supporting as the other two, and his friendship with Sehun has blossomed in a way that leave ChanYeol  with more time to spend with BaekHyun.

Actually, they were waiting for JongIn and JongDae to play some videogames when Sehun excused to go to the toilet, leaving the two horny birds alone for a couple of minutes, but that was enough for them to stick their tongues down each other throats and maybe BaekHyun's hand made it inside ChanYeol's pants, and maaaaybe his thumb teased the slit of his glans making  it spill some precum right before Sehun caught them. That's why now ChanYeol is biting his tongue looking at his boyfriend lick his fingers and thank god Sehun is not paying attention, 'cause his face is red as a tomato. On the other side, BaekHyun, the little shit, is looking at him like it's nothing, just a little smirk so he knows that he knows .

This is a new problem that ChanYeol has now. Because now their friends know, so they are more aware of them and their shenanigans. BaekHyun seems to not care, but deep down ChanYeol know he carefully picks the righ moment to do all the teasing that has ChanYeol sexually frustrated for the past two weeks. BaekHyun is that smart, he can even calculate the perfect time to give ChanYeol a hard on so it can go down before anyone notices. 

ChanYeol doesn't want to think of himself as a victim, but he certainly is.

Later that night, when Sehun mom comes back, is time for them to go home. BaekHyun told his father he'll be staying with JongIn, but his friend has a "date" with that senior busty girl that has been flocking around him for some weeks now, and he doesn want to hear them while they " date". So, ChanYeol and him agree to go to his room and act like just friends in front of the roommate until JongIn calls him when the girl leaves.

The roommate seems nice, but he doesn't stay up with them and goes to bed ten minutes after they arrive. Something about having an early morning and other stuff that BaekHyun didn't listen, or care. Chanyeol excuses himself for bringing visitors and promises they wont make noise, they'll just watch a movie wearing earphones, so the guy bids them  goodnight, turns off the lights, and faces to the wall. He falls asleep in a second.

At first they actually watch the movie. Something about zombies that become weirdly sexy while they eat a muscly and oiled man at some gym. ChanYeol should choose better the sites from where he download his movies, but BaekHyun feels so damn cozy plastered to ChanYeol's side that he doesn't mind what weird fetishes his boyfriend has. But then he notices how ChanYeol's eyes wander to him every now and then, not so interested in the movie anymore (It's pretty boring if you ask) so he takes the chance and moves his hand to ChanYeol's thigh, pressing his fingers softly but with intent. 

Chanyeol is not doing this with his roommate in the bed across from them. It's too close, too silent that he can even hear the snoring and BaekHyun's soft pants in his ear. Wait, BaekHyun is panting, the laptop not in his lap anymore, but his boyfriend climbing over him. There is no other light in the room except from the low brightness from the screen. BaekHyun takes care of that too and closes it, leaving them surrounded by darkness. He can't even make out his silhouette, only the not so inocent touches to guess what he's doing. 

When a pair of soft lips make contact with his, he knows he's done. Once more BaekHyun will get what he wants and ChanYeol is very much weak to everything BaekHyun does, so he can't say no. He knows they shouldn't be doing this, is too dangerous, but they are thinking with their dicks and to hell with common sense or decency. 

BaekHyun makes an intent to grind down, but the bed squeaks and he stops dead in his tracks, scared of waking up the other bed's occupant. But soon the fear passes and they resume the kissing, ChanYeol is busy massaging BaekHyun's ass to make up from the lack of movement, but then BaekHyun is climbing off of him, he can't see where he's going, but then his fly is being opened and his dick swallowed down in one movement. He automatically grabs BaekHyun's hair but instead of pulling him off, he  pushes his head down, buring his cock at the back of BaekHyun's throat until he hears gagging noises. Then he lets go so the other can breath, but when he's about to push again, a voice stops him in the act.

"Ok, That's enough!! you have ten seconds to stop whatever you are doing and make yourselves decent before I turn on the lights and kick you both out of the room."

They jump and it takes them  less than a second to straighten their clothes and hair. ChanYeol prays BaekHyun wiped his lips clean of the precum that surely was there, but then the room lights up and KyungSoo is standing up in the middle of the room looking down at them with a face that is less than happy, and ChanYeol never felt so ashamed in his entire life. Not even the night BaekHyun caught him sniffing his underwear, and that's a lot to say.

ChanYeol is about to apologize, but then he looks at BaekHyun and his boyfriend doesn't seem well. He's just sitting there on the bed, pale as a ghost, his eyes flooding with tears. He's scared as shit, ChanYeol knows, and before he can go on his knees to beg KyungSoo to keep the secret, the last speak first.

"Guys, I really don't care if you are sleeping together or just fooling around. And, before you ask, no, I wont tell anyone what I saw or better not saw tonight. But please, have the kindness to ask me to stay out for the night before you procede to fuck. Can I expect that in the future?"

They both nod repeteadly, and ChanYeol can see the color coming back to BaekHyun's face. KyungSoo is a good guy, he usually keeps to himself, but has had ChanYeol's back when he needed, and he's so glad to have him as his roommate. He swears to God that he'll never bother him ever again, and that he'll never even masturbate in they shared bathroom anymore.

They are leaving the dorm to go to JongIn's house, still ashamed but relieved by the promise of keeping the secret, when BaekHyun gets pulled aside. He's not expecting the next word that KyungSoo tells him: "I don't know if you are suddenly gay for ChanYeol or just experimenting, but he is a really good guy, so please don't hurt him." And BaekHyun knows deep in his heart that that's the last thing he would do in his life. 

They don't need a key to go inside JongIn's house, everyone knows BaekHyun, so the porter lets them in right away. There is no maid at the door when they enter, and he hopes that if his friend is still  fucking, at least he's doing it inside his bedroom. He's had enough of public sex for the night, but the entire place is dark, so maybe they are not even there.

BaekHyun guides them to one of the guest rooms, the one he usually uses when he stays for the night, and the moment they lock the door their clothes fly across the room without a care. 

ChanYeol carries BaekHyun to the bed, bumping his legs everywhere before getting there, but he doesn't mind, he only cares about getting his hands all over his boyfriend, starting from grabbing his ass like it was a stress reliever. 

BaekHyun is panting, worried about the sounds he's letting out, and ChanYeol gets why, but he can't help but put his mouth to work on those perky nipples until BaekHyun is covering his mouth with his hands to keep himself from whimpering.  

That only works for a while, but then ChanYeol is licking two of his fingers and BaekHyun knows what he'll do next, and he can't wait, his hole twitching with excitement. When one of ChanYeol's big fingers makes its way inside, he feels his body getting hot. His skin is all sweaty and sticks to ChanYeol's. He loves it, he loves how dirty this makes him and he wants more, so much more. He wants to ride ChanYeol's hard cock until he's screaming from pleasure, his tight canal overflowing with his boyfriend's cum.

Then ChanYeol puts another finger inside and BaekHyun moans and ask for more, he wants it harder, faster, and ChanYeol delivers. When he's three fingers deep, his sweet spot is finally being touched, and BaekHyun can't hold it and cums all over his stomach. He should be embarrassed, but he's been horny for weeks now, and he would have ejaculated to ChanYeol blowing his dick, like, not even sucking him off, but just literally blowing air over his dick, that's how horny he is.

When he calms down he hugs ChanYeol and kisses him, he loves the way his boyfriend's cock leaves a wet path where it brushes over his fleshy tights, so he grabs it and makes his purpose to be painted with precum, loving how the sticky substance makes his skin glow in the few light that filters through the blinds. ChanYeol has made out of him a work of art, and BaekHyun is so happy and glad because of it. He feels whole and genuine, like he's never felt before in his entire life, and he decides right at that moment that he doesn't care about anything else, he wants to be who he really is, the rest can  just deal with it.

He's mentally rumbling when ChanYeol takes his lips in a kiss that leaves him thoughtless. The feeling of his tongue being devoured by the other has him moaning with desire, his cock awakening for a second round. ChanYeol has that effect on him, he can turn his body to a mush and shape him like he's made of playdough. How could he even thought to be in control before, it was always ChanYeol the one with the power to lure him into pleasure, BaekHyun just a moth blinded by a candle and he can't wait to be burned in it.

That's how they are, that's how he wants them to be, and as ChanYeol fucks him hard against the bed, he knows there is nothing that can take them apart.

** "The floating Poem" by Adrienne Rich, 1929-2012