Cursed Freedom

Later

(Story under construction  🏗)

<Rated M for Sexual Content, Nudity, and Strong Language>

   Later that night, once they'd showered and eaten, Chanyeol laid down in his bed with his shorts on, ready to go to sleep.

   He stared up at the canopy of the four-poster, looking at the familiar patterns in the fabric. He was flat on his back, hands behind his head and he sighed and smiled as he listened to Baekhyun down the hall, getting ready.

   He thought about earlier in the day and thought about being with Beakhyun. About really being with him. What were they? Two lost souls with no one else but each other, so they might as well be together? No.

   It'd been almost five months since Baekhyun showed up at his door, and right away, Chanyeol knew there was something special about this man.

   It was just then that Baekhyun walked in, wearing nothing but some boxers and one of Chanyeol's huge t-shirts that looked like a dress on him. He couldn't help but smile at the beautiful little thing crawling across the bed and into his arms.

   Beakhyun laid his hand on Chanyeols chest and tucked his head into his neck, where it fit perfectly.

   Neither of them made any sound, and Chanyeol had not yet turned off the lamp.

   Baekhyun lifted his head slightly to rest his chin on Chanyeol's chest, just looking at him, a dreamy glint in his eye.

   "What are you thinking so hard about there, Yeollie?" Baekhyun asked softly.

   He brought his hands out from under his head and angled his body towards Baekhyun, sitting them up slightly. He took Baekhyun's pretty hands in one of his large ones and brought them up to his mouth, kissing them one at a time, closing his eyes to savor the heat spreading between the two of them, their skin tingling wherever it met.

   Opening his eyes, he reached up with his other hand and gently ran the backs of his fingers down Baekhyun's face, from crown to chin.

   "You're so beautiful..." he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. In fact, he wasn't even aware that he had said the words aloud.

   Baekhyun smiled, closed his eyes, and sighed, nuzzling his face into Chanyeol's touch. He reached up and grabbed ahold of Chanyeol's hand with one of his, holding it against his face.

   "Baekhyun?" Chanyeol started.

   "Yes?" He replied, looking up into his eyes.

   There was a brief stretch of silence before Chanyeol took a deep breath and finally spoke.

   "I think... I think I'm in love with you..." He said, pulling his hands back into his lap while looking down, suddenly pretending to be fascinated by the pattern of the duvet.

   Baekhyun reached up to play with the tresses of Chanyeol's hair and then grabbed the back of his head and brought it to his until their foreheads were touching. But he didn't say anything, not a word. He just sat there, one hand running through Chanyeol's hair and the other hand twirling his fingers at the nape of his neck.

   Baekhyun then reached down and held onto the hands in his lap, their fingers interlacing. He angled his head to the side and planted kisses down his neck. Long, wet kisses that made Chanyeol shiver.

   "I love you too." He whispered into Chanyeol's neck.

   His head snapped up. Hearing his feelings reciprocated, he cupped Baekhyun's face again and looked at him, studying him for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, he smiled and said, "Really?" He was quiet but his face was full of hope.