Cursed Freedom

A Dream

(Story under construction  🏗)

<Rated M for brief mention of masturbation>

Chanyeol woke up slowly, a slit of light filtering through a crack in the drapes covering his window and lighting up a small section of carpet.

He looked at his father's antique watch that he wore and never took off. It was nearly noon.

Normally, he would be incredibly upset with himself for sleeping in so late, but on this particular day, he let out an annoyed moan, but let himself off the hook.

He had been having the best dream, did he really have to wake up at all? What was the point anyways? Why work out? It's not like he had anyone to impress. Why cook breakfast? Lunch was just as good a meal. What was the difference between the two anyways? If he went back to sleep, would he even continue having that amazing dream? He sighed and resigned himself to another day in the curse.

He was about to rise from his bed, annoyed as hell, when he heard a faint knock at his door. He shouted in surprise, then sat up straight as an arrow.

His sleepy daze faded as he realized that his dream had been him reliving the events of the previous evening and that Baekhyun truly was there, just on the other side of his door.

"Just a minute!" He shouted, as he whipped off the tangle of blankets and sheets and tripped over his own feet in an effort to get to the door.

He opened it and there he was! He was really there! At his door! He really was in the mansion! Baekhyun.

And he looked especially adorable in his large sleep shirt and sweats, with a lovely tint to his cheeks, his bright eyes full of life. Of course, he was a delightful little thing when he first woke up! How could he not be?!

His cheeks tinted an even darker shade of pink as he looked at Chanyeol's disheveled state, "I'm sorry," he said, "did I wake you up?" He played with the hem of his long shirt, eyes to the floor, then he gave Chanyeol a shy hooded stare.

'Why is he embarrassed to wake me up? It's fucking noon already! Or maybe... maybe he likes what he sees...' Chanyeol shook his head, 'no.' He didn't want to let himself go there. It wasn't worth the disappointment.

He threw the door wide open as he backed his way quickly into the room, feeling his dick play its devilish little morning game with him, made worse by how cute Baekhyun looked in the mornings.

He backed all the way up until he was sitting on his bed once again and had slung a pillow across his lap.

Finally he spoke, "No, no, I've been up for a little while, I was just doing a little light reading to wake myself up enough for my morning workout. We had a late night, after all."

Baekhyun's eyebrows lifted and he put his hand in front of his smiling mouth to stifle a garbled sound.

"You can come in, I won't bite, I promise." Although once he said it, the thought occurred to him that he would very much like to bite Baekhyun. He imagined himself, biting his neck, nibbling on his earlobe as he whispered dirty things in his ear... 'No! Stop it!' He shook his head, faking an innocent smile.

Baekhyun came in and sat on the very end of his bed. "Am I interrupting your routine then?"

Chanyeol tried not to think about crawling down the bed and putting his lips over the hot, pink mouth he was staring at and sticking to his routine with a different kind of workout.

He was shocked at himself and cleared his throat, internally chastising himself for even thinking about kissing Baekhyun, let alone all the other things that had crossed his mind when it came to Baekhyun! Why?! Why couldn't he stop?!

"Pshhha! Who cares about my routine! I have company!" he said, trying his best to do some innocent teasing.

Baekhyun laughed. "So what are you reading," he leaned across Chanyeol to grab the book from his table. Chanyeol tried not to climax right then and there as he smelled the musky shampoo that Baekhyun had chosen when he showered last night, and felt the heat radiating off of him in dark waves.

Oh God, this was NOT going to fix itself.

Baekhyun sat back down at the end of the bed and leafed through the book and then turned to the cover. "Pride and Prejudice. Hmmm, you didn't strike me as a 'classics' kinda guy." He smiled up at Chanyeol.

"Reading something I'm familiar with helps me sleep at night," he admitted truthfully.

"Well, if you're familiar, can I borrow it? I've always wanted to know what the fuss was about with this one, but, I've never had... um... access to a copy before." He said awkwardly.

"You know what? It's all yours. Maybe you can start reading it while I take a shower?"

Baekhyun, who had been turning the pages of the worn book looked up at him with only his eyes, keeping his face down towards the book.

God that look that he gave him... with those hooded eyes. Baekhyun's lips twitched, as if he wanted to smile. Chanyeol was positive that he suspected him of hiding something.

Baekhyun shut the book. He sat it on his knee and raised his head to look at Chanyeol straight on, it felt almost, almost, as if he were challenging him, but Chanyeol ignored it and continued with the innocent act.

"Ok," Baekhyun stood up and took a step back, taking the book with him. "I'll get changed and meet you in the library. Maybe we can talk about what I think of chapter one of your book." He gave him a side smile, showing no fear in the face of Chanyeol's excuse to get him out of the room.

Was he onto him? But soon his demeanor shifted back to normal and Chanyeol knew he was being let off the hook here. Or was he?

Baekhyun turned on his heel, marching out of the room, but as he left, he turned back and gave Chanyeol one last look. And there was fire in it.

Chanyeol had the most pleasant shower he had ever had that morning.