Cursed Freedom

Nightmares

(Story under construction  🏗)

<Rated M for brief descriptions of masturbation>

The two men settled into a neat, but loose routine over the following days. At least, looser than Chanyeol was used to, but he decided that he found the change of pace refreshing. Plus, not being alone anymore was completely worth it.

Baekhyun would always shower at night, which greatly helped lull Chanyeol to sleep, and he would always wake up refreshed and do his usual morning workout and then take a shower and mosey down to the kitchen where he always found Baekhyun awake after sleeping in, his hair messy, eating a different kind of sugary cereal each time and smiling at him, sometimes winking at him over his bowl.

They would sit together and eat. They would talk about the most random of things. Usually, it was Baekhyun telling Chanyeol an unbelievable story about someone that he had met or some weird incident during his time moving from place to place, the things that annoyed the hell out of him, and his interests and hobbies.

Baekhyun loved music and all things artsy, even though he was very modest and didn't claim to be very good at any of it, which Chanyeol doubted, because in his lovestruck brain, he adored the smaller man and seriously thought he could do no wrong. He felt like a 16 year old girl with a crush. He might as well have been.

But besides being attracted to Baekhyun and his petite figure, delicate hands, and bubbly personality, he found he genuinely enjoyed his company and fast considered him a close friend.

They clicked well together, sharing the same sense of humor, although Baekhyun was much more vocal and brought up some subjects that a younger Chanyeol would've felt scandalized by. After all, everything he knew of love and relationships came from the things he read in the (he now realized) unrealistic romance novels in the library. He had read every book on the shelves, and very few of them reflected the 'real life' experiences that Baekhyun would tell him about.

Sometimes Chanyeol would feel a jealousy bubble inside of him listening to Baekhyun talk about stuff like that, although the smaller man never brought up a particular person or boyfriend, at least. So he tossed that jealousy to the back of his brain and instead just listened and absorbed everything Baekhyun explained to him, intrigued and actually kind of curious, even when it would lead to him masturbating before bed or in the shower the next morning.

On one particular night, after about two months of Baekhyun being in the mansion, he bid him a goodnight with a wave and made his way to his own room where he listened, as usual, to the comforting sounds of Baekhyun preparing for bed, but after about 15 minutes, Chanyeol was still not asleep, and the sounds coming from Baekhyun's room ceased.

Chanyeol sighed when the quiet continued to weigh on his mind. He wasn't tired at all because of how late he had slept in that morning. And so time rolled on as he turned one way and then the other and back again, trying to find peace in the dead of night.

Eventually, his mind drifted toward Baekhyun and their days together. It was truly like he was living in a dream. He realized that, unless Baekhyun was just teasing him, or trying to get a reaction out of him, he thought Chanyeol was attractive and was actively flirting with him on a regular basis.

He thought about Baekhyun winking at him, his constant moaning when he ate, the pristine patches of his skin that he occasionally glimpsed and the beautiful pink tint to his face and lips... his shaggy morning hair...

Chanyeol whined to himself when he began to get hard and he reached into his shorts to relieve himself. No way was he going to be able to sleep until his horniness was dealt with.

It wasn't two minutes of him stroking himself until he heard a soft rapping at his door.

He scrambled to get back to his normal position, but he was rock hard, and no amount of meditation was going to fix it.