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Chanyeol walked into the large, empty house and glanced at the pendulum clock ticking away on the wall of the entrance hall. Why he looked at that particular clock every day, he had no idea—he wore a perfectly good watch. But he was home, and he knew it by that clock. Jongdae insisted that it be always kept wound, running, and reasonably accurate.
Sighing to himself with relief that the office, gym, and everything else from his day were over, he walked to the kitchen, putting away the remains of his lunch before hoisting his computer bag and heading up the stairs, barely noticing the warm chestnut woodwork that he and Jongdae had restored years before, intent on his purpose.
At the top of the stairs, Chanyeol turned, and instead of going to the bedroom to change, he stopped in the media room, unpacked the laptop, and got it powered up. Only when it had started its boot process did he walk into the bedroom he and Jongdae shared. After stripping off his navy blue suit, he slipped into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and an old T-shirt with the Seoul National University emblem. Hearing chimes from the computer, he padded barefoot back to the office and sat down at his cluttered table.
E-mail came first, hundreds of them from business partners, employees, critics, investors, and even one from his counsellor. Patiently, sometimes scowling, he spent the next hour answering them. Every critic who sent a note got an answer. If they’d bought his products and taken the time to share their experience with the products, he felt they deserved a reply. It was part of what he loved about his job. That accomplished, and not without smiles and even laughter, he opened an online meeting program, settling on making calls to work on the latest business arrangement.
Deeply engrossed in the call, Chanyeol barely heard the front door to the house open. A few minutes later, footsteps on the stairs finally pulled him out of his meeting, and he groaned to himself as Jongdae came into the room and leaned over the desk. He lifted his gaze from the computer screen, smiling, giving Jongdae a kiss without really feeling it. His mind was still engrossed in a corporate world.
“I’ll make dinner. How hungry are you?” His partner did all the cooking.
“Not much. I had a good workout, though,” Chanyeol whispered with a smile. They had a similar conversation almost every day, and the answers easily rolled off his tongue. Jongdae smiled at him before leaving the room, picking up the empty energy drink cans and the bowl from last night’s snack, still sitting where he had left them.
“How about some galbi, is that okay?” Jongdae asked softly, and Chanyeol looked up from the computer screen that had captured his attention again.
“That’s wonderful, thank you,” He answered with enthusiasm, flashing a bright smile until Jongdae left the room, and his meeting called to him once more. An hour of near complete oblivion later, footsteps on the stairs once again pulled him out of his work. Excusing himself from the call, he closed the laptop, putting it to sleep before helping with the plates and drinks. Settling back onto the sofa, Chanyeol turned on the television, his mind craving a break from itself, and he handed Jongdae the remote. “See if there’s anything you’d like to watch.”
Jongdae thumbed through the channels, settling on a crime drama, the same one they watched every night. Chanyeol became engrossed in the drama, watching as he ate thin slices off the superbly done meat and savoured his rice, already topped with vegetables, eggs and red chilli pepper paste. When finished, he swallowed the vitamin Jongdae handed him with the last of his water. Still engrossed in the drama, he barely noticed as Jongdae carried away the dishes. When he felt Jongdae sit back on the sofa and an arm settled around his back, Chanyeol leaned in, reclining against him as they watched the end of the episode.
As soon as the last scene faded, Jongdae got up, and Chanyeol retrieved his laptop, attending another meeting with employees. Mind working, his hand grabbed a pen and flew onto a notebook in one of those moments every businessman loves, when everything is scheming and the plan almost writes itself.
“You should have seen Eun today. The woman was an unholy terror, yelling at everyone,” Jongdae said as he sat in one of the other chairs. “I thought she was going to pop a vein when I reminded her I was going to be on holiday next week.”
“Babe,” Chanyeol called a little forcefully before sighing loudly, his fingers stilling on the mute button, “I’m trying to finalize this product before we leave next week.” He sighed again in utter frustration as his train of thought flew out the window. “I’m trying to think and everything was flowing, and now it’s gone,” he groused, and he found himself glaring at Jongdae, who closed his mouth and glared back before getting up and leaving the room.
“I’m sorry I bothered you with my day,” he said, and Chanyeol heard him stomp down the stairs. He thought about going after him, but the call snapped into his head again, the meeting grabbing his attention once more. Fingers going to the pen, he scribbled at a frantic pace, barely looking up from the screen, let alone thinking about the banging sounds drifting up the stairs and into the room from the kitchen.
Late fall and winter were his most productive times of the year. During the summer, so much commanded part of his attention, but with the coming of fall, a lot of those demands fell away.
Head aching, he ended the meeting and his mind stilled, allowing the television and other sounds from the house to reach his consciousness once again. Looking around, he found himself alone as kitchen sounds and the heavenly scent of chocolate wafted through the house. Getting up, Chanyeol followed his nose down to the kitchen. Walking into the huge room with its granite counters and gourmet appliances, he looked toward the table and saw Jongdae sitting on one of the chairs, making out what looked like a grocery list. Walking over, he stood behind his lover of almost ten years and slipped his arms beneath Jongdae’s, hands sliding over his belly. He felt his boyfriend jump slightly before leaning back into the embrace.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” he said softly as he gently kissed Jongdae’s neck. But even as he said the words, he knew it wasn’t the first time he’d done it, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
“I know,” Jongdae answered, looking up to meet his eyes. “I just wish you had more time. I know you’re busy and what you’re doing is important, and I don’t mean to bother you.”
“I know.” He tightened his embrace slightly before allowing his hands to slip away. “And I shouldn’t have said that.”
Pushing the chair back, Jongdae got up and walked to the refrigerator. Opening the door, he pulled out a tray and set it on the counter. The decadent scent drew Chanyeol like a moth to flame. The chocolate heart cake was delectability incarnate, and he knew exactly what it was. Chocolate cake, with chocolate buttercream filling, covered in chocolate ganache—his favourite. Looking closer, he saw the words written on top in still more chocolate: Happy Valentine’s Day!
“It’s beautiful. Thank you,” Chanyeol said, inhaling the scent and fighting his urge to dip his finger into it for a bite.
Looking down at Jongdae, he saw his lover staring back at him expectantly. He knew that expression: Jongdae’s “What did you get me?” expression. Chanyeol knew he was in trouble now. Valentine’s Day, what the hell kind of day was that? He remembered all the other holidays, and he’d never forgotten Jongdae’s birthday, September 21st, thank you very much. He even managed to remember the anniversary of the day they’d met, but Valentine’s Day? He never truly cared.
Thankfully, Jongdae burst into a grin, and he breathed a sigh of relief. “I swear,” Jongdae tutted good-naturedly as he pulled the cake closer to him and opened a drawer, pulling out a knife. “How big a piece do you want?”
Chanyeol stopped a minute, looking at that huge, happy smile. For a second, Jongdae looked the same as he did when they’d first met: eyes bright, big, happy grin. Touching Jongdae’s hand, Chanyeol gently took the knife and set it on the counter before pulling Jongdae to him, hugging him tightly as his lips sought his lover’s. His hands slid down Jongdae’s back, settling on his ass, squeezing lightly.
“What was that for?” Jongdae asked softly, his eyes slightly glazed, and Chanyeol smiled, happy he could still do that after all the years.
Instead of answering, he stepped back and took Jongdae by the hand, led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs, past the office where his computer sat waiting, and into their bedroom. Kissing Jongdae again, he manoeuvred them to the bed, both of them bouncing slightly as they tumbled onto the mattress. Jongdae looked up at him, a little surprised as Chanyeol began stripping off his lover’s clothes, kissing familiar skin, tongue going for those places that made Jongdae moan just so.
Stepping back for a second, he gazed down at his naked lover, stripping off his own clothes while he watched his lover scoot around until Jongdae’s head rested on one of the pillows.
Now naked as well, Chanyeol stalked toward his lover, those familiar brown eyes glued to his, Jongdae’s body leaving no doubt just how turned on he was. Crawling onto the bed, he let his hands caress Jongdae’s skin. He knew every divot, every mark, including the very old scar on Jongdae’s hip that was particularly sensitive. He loved that spot and let his fingertips graze over it before moving on, his fingers sliding along Jongdae’s length, to the tiniest of whimpers. Chanyeol loved that sound. Jongdae had never been particularly vocal in bed, so the smallest sound meant more than the loudest scream or flurry of dirty talk from anyone else. Tightening his grip, he brought his lips to Jongdae’s, their kiss quickly intensifying. Sliding his hands along Jongdae’s chest, Chanyeol lowered himself onto his lover, their bodies melding, automatically knowing where they belonged and where they fit best.
Almost immediately, Jongdae’s hips began to move, their erections rubbing alongside each other.
“I love you,” Chanyeol whispered, before sliding his tongue to the tiny indentation at the base of Jongdae’s neck, knowing that was one of his lover’s special spots. Worrying the bit of skin with his tongue, he felt Jongdae hold his breath.
“I love you too,” Jongdae panted softly before squirming beneath him and rolling onto his hands and knees, his signal for exactly what he wanted.
Reaching to the night stand, he found the small bottle. Slicking his fingers, he prepared Jongdae with the same loving care, smiling to himself when he heard that soft sound and felt Jongdae’s hips grind. When he felt his boyfriend pressing back, he slipped his fingers away before lubing himself and slowly entering his lover.
Chanyeol never got over the pleasures of Jongdae’s body—after all the years together, this never got stale or old. The man was a furnace of moist heat and simmering passion, which their joining seemed to tap into almost every time. Sinking deep, he felt Jongdae tighten around him, and Chanyeol grabbed his lover’s dark hair, pulling his head up, his lips feasting on Jongdae’s neck before leaning forward just enough so when Jongdae arched his back, they could kiss gently. As usual, they didn’t talk much; the room didn’t fill with a lot of sound, but it didn’t matter. They didn’t need it. Their bodies spoke to one another as they always did.
The slight hitch in Jongdae’s breath, or the way his ass pressed back slightly to meet Chanyeol’s hips, told him just as much about his lover’s pleasure as did curses screamed at the top of his lungs. The hottest thing was when he let go of Jongdae’s hips and watched his lover’s arched back as he pushed back on his cock, moaning softly as a light sheen of sweat broke on his back.
Slowly, Chanyeol felt his pleasure build, Jongdae’s intense heat tightening around him, and he knew from Jongdae’s breathy gulps for air that he was right along with him. Thrusting deep and holding, he felt his boyfriend slip over the edge, his body going completely rigid, pulling Chanyeol’s own climax from him.
He stilled, luxuriating in the residual heat of his lover before slowly separating their bodies. Slipping off the bed, he opened the lower drawer in the night stand and pulled out a small towel. Jongdae groaned softly as he rolled over, wiping up himself and then the sheet before handing the towel back to Chanyeol.
After a quick clean-up of his own, he climbed into bed and tugged Jongdae close. Languid kisses continued for a while as hands slid along chests and backs, long explored and memorized, but somehow always new and definitely special. “I love you,” Chanyeol said softly, “and I am sorry for snapping at you.” He kissed Jongdae again, his lover completely limp and relaxed. “I know it’s hard with me working, but you know I couldn’t do it without you.”
“I don’t do anything,” Jongdae responded.
“You do plenty. You make dinner so I can work, and you take care of me, clean up after me, and make sure I don’t eat a bunch of rubbish.” He tugged Jongdae a little closer. “I know you feel sometimes neglected, and I don’t mean for that at all.” Chanyeol brushed a hand along his cheek. “If you want, while we’re on the cruise next week, I’ll leave my laptop at home. It’ll be just the two of us, I promise.”
Jongdae shook his head before angling for another kiss, “That’s sweet, it really is, but you don’t have to. If you did that, you’d spend the entire week buying every notepad you could and handwriting all your thoughts so you wouldn’t lose them. Your offer to leave the work at home is enough. Besides, we wouldn’t be going on the cruise if it weren’t for your hard work, so I shouldn’t complain. Just remember, we have lots to do.”
“I know,” he answered softly, “and we’re going to have non-stop fun.” He got out of bed, reaching for his robe before handing Jongdae his. “Can I still have a piece of that cake?”
“I don’t know,” Jongdae answered teasingly as he shrugged on the robe, already heading for the stairs. “You didn’t get me anything for Valentine’s Day, Mr. Park.” He had just reached the top step when Chanyeol reached him, tugging him into a hug, hands sliding under the robe, caressing Jongdae’s ass.
“What are you doing?” Jongdae asked as he rolled his eyes.
“Giving you your present,” Chanyeol quipped. “You baked me a cake, and I’m copping a Valentine’s Day feel.” He raised his eyebrows to see if his lover was buying it.
Jongdae rolled his eyes again before grinning. “I’ll get the cake.”