Turn Up The Bright Lights

The Beginning Of The End (Baekhyun Interlude)

He couldn't get the kiss out of his mind. He'd been kissed before, but never like that. That kiss had sent sparks through his entire body, lighting him up like a Christmas tree within just a few tender moments. And when Chanyeol pinned him to the wall... Even as he'd fled the scrutiny of the rest of the group he couldn't get his body to calm down. Not even the shock of discovery had taken care of it, which is how he found himself in the bathroom, taking care of himself. He hadn't had to jerk off in months, and now within weeks he'd been forced to get himself off multiple times, all because of Chanyeol. The first time because the memory of watching Sarang take him apart piece by piece while he hung helpless was a powerful image. He'd nearly come in his pants just watching it, and every time his mind revisited the night he and Chanyeol had willingly returned to the club together he ended up with a hard-on he couldn't just think down.
Part of him knew Chanyeol was still visiting the club; they'd avoided going together to avoid speculation and curiousity, and Sarang had made comments. As he brought himself to an unsatisfying climax, he wondered what it might have been like if Chanyeol had been allowed the time to finish him off in the hallway. His blood surged through him, but there was no way he could get it up again so quickly.

Later that night, Chanyeol was lying in bed reading when Baekhyun came to the room. He changed in silence, and then turned around to see Chanyeol laying the book aside.
"Come here, please?"
If it had been a demand, Baekhyun would have packed up his bedding and gone to sleep in another room as Chanyeol had done once. The naked uncertainty in Chanyeol's eyes and the faintly pleading tone to his voice broke down Baekhyun's resistance, however, and when Chanyeol shifted over and lifted his blankets, Baekhyun went to him.
"I have no experience in something like this," he said, swallowing past the nervous lump in his throat to get the words out.
"I could tell," Chanyeol said dryly. "Have you ever been kissed before?"
His voice was breathy. "No."
Then Chanyeol was kissing him again, and he reacted just as violently as he had before, every cell in his body focused on the chaste contact between their mouths. When Chanyeol opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, Baekhyun followed his lead. Stars burst behind his eyes when their tongues touched, and molten lava replaced the blood in his veins, all of it shooting towards his groin. His loose cotton pyjama pants did nothing to conceal his growing erection, but he couldn't even concentrate on it with Chanyeol kissing the breath right out of his body. Somehow he found himself on his back, with Chanyeol above him. Their hips met and suddenly it was like Baekhyun had never been touched in his life; his reaction was extreme and immediate.
If he'd had any blood in his brain left for thinking, he would have been embarrassed at the way he submitted limply after demanding that he would not be a sub in this newborn relationship. As it was, the only thing in his mind was More.
Chanyeol rocked against him and Baekhyun noted distantly that he was just as hard. It was thrilling, knowing that he was the direct cause of it, and he moaned helplessly. The first and only bad moment was when Chanyeol pinned his wrists above his head. He protested weakly, but Chanyeol restrained him with one hand while the other snaked between them. It cut off his denial mid-sentence.
"Trust me," Chanyeol whispered. "You're not a sub."
"Oh god," Baekhyun whimpered in reply. His hips jerked up into Chanyeol's hand as the rapper worked him excellently towards orgasm. For a moment he held himself back, waiting for the word that it was permitted, and then remembered that he wasn't a sub right now. Letting go was glorious and overwhelming. When he'd caught his breath back, he smiled up at Chanyeol, who looked lazy and turned-on. "Can I blow you?"
Chanyeol choked, the serene expression faltering. "Oh, if you want."
"I want," Baekhyun purred. He pushed Chanyeol's shirt up and kissed his way down his chest. Basing his actions on Chanyeol's reactions, he was pleased when Chanyeol was reduced to gasping before Baekhyun even got past the waistband of his pyjama pants. When he moved them down and was faced with Chanyeol's erection, he faltered for a moment before his natural sense of playfulness got the better of him. He took his time exploring the texture of the skin and the soft dark curls at its base, taking a perverse delight in the breathless gasps and whimpers Chanyeol released. When he finally put his mouth on it, his nose wrinkled at the salty taste of sweat and pre-come, but the helpless moan that wrenched its way out of Chanyeol was worth it.
"Oh, that feels good," Chanyeol breathed. Baekhyun flashed him a quick grin and turned his whole attention to the task at hand. It was a surprisingly short amount of time before Chanyeol was pulling him back. He was inhaling to ask why when he found out as Chanyeol's climax shook him. Baekhyun found his attention arrested by the expression of pure bliss on Chanyeol's face as he came, and appreciated not being forced to pick between spitting and swallowing his first time. Chanyeol had swallowed the first time he'd done it to Baekhyun, but Chanyeol was a braver person than him. He'd gone to the club the first time because he was worried about Baekhyun, with no idea what he was about to get involved with. Compared to that, the spit-or-swallow question was mild, but he was grateful to have had it taken out of his hands. Still, he was curious. The come was puddling on Chanyeol's stomach, and he ran his fingers through it before bringing them to his mouth to taste it.
Chanyeol's breath hitched. "Jesus," he breathed. "You're something else."
"You're filthy. Want a tissue?"
"Mmh. Think I'm ready for a nap."
"How about a shower?"
"Too much effort."
"How about a shower with me?"
Chanyeol gasped again, his expression a comical mix between scandalised and interested. "If we can get away with it," he breathed. They collected fresh pyjamas and their towels, and Baekhyun stood watch in the hallway while Chanyeol made his way to the bathroom. When Chanyeol was safely inside, Baekhyun eased his way down the hall and joined him there. Even the gentle pressure of the water streaming from the shower-head was almost enough to knock them both over; neither of them had the energy for anything more strenuous, but there was something incredibly intimate about washing each other's hair and backs. When they were done, Chanyeol helped him dry off, and then accepted his help in return, and then poked his head out the door to check and make sure the hall was clear. He made his way back to his room and saw Kai stepping into the room he shared with Kyungsoo. The angle Baekhyun was standing at inside the bathroom ensured he could see out, but no one who wasn't looking directly in would see him. He saw Chanyeol wave silently to Kai, and disappear into their shared room, then counted to thirty before following him.
Kai was coming back out of his room, and paused. "You showered? But I thought Chan-" Comprehension dawned, and he cut himself off with an exaggerated wink and a leer in Baekhyun's direction. Baekhyun rolled his eyes and retreated to his room before Kai could make any comments. Chanyeol was back in his bed, already off to one side with the blanket turned down.
"Join me again?" he invited. "Just to sleep this time," he added.
Baekhyun locked the door behind him and crawled in beside Chanyeol. "I think I could get to like this boyfriend thing," he commented quietly. "And don't be surprised if everyone knows tomorrow. Kai saw me."
"Everyone would have known sooner or later anyway. I'm not ashamed of you."
When he made statements like that in such a matter-of-fact tone, it sent Baekhyun's heart fluttering like a middle-school girl's. "Well, just a warning. It's going to be sooner."
"That's fine." Chanyeol cuddled up to him, and within moments was asleep. Baekhyun lay in the dark, silent room, listening to him breathe for a long time before sleep claimed him as well.