Cursed Freedom

Lucky

(Story under construction  🏗)

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

   "Are you sure about this?" Chanyeol asked Baekhyun through the bathroom mirror.

   Baekhyun ignored him and kept talking. To whom was he talking? Chanyeol wasn't sure. The smaller rambled on and on about nothing in particular while he studied his naked reflection in the mirror.

   He ran his fingers across his skin, moving from one dark mark to another, and, at last, addressed Chanyeol directly. "These are some next-level hickeys. I'm impressed. Truly. You're a natural. If I didn't know about your little 'situation,' I'd accuse you of lying to me about being a virgin or even cheating on me." He smiled and giggled playfully, obviously kidding and trying to make light of their circumstances.

   He ran a single finger across his skin, playing connect-the-dots with the bruises, hickeys, and love bites covering his body.

   "I'm serious Baekhyun. I don't want to do this if it'll make you uncomfortable..."

   But Baekhyun carried on talking, "What am I? Your own personal private canvas? Are you so desperate for new hobbies that you decided to take up painting?" Baekhyun giggled yet again, still ignoring Chanyeol's questions.

   Chanyeol sighed and sat his queries to the side for now and turned all his attention towards Baekhyun.

   "I'm sorry, babe. Do they hurt?" He asked as he wrapped his long arms around Baekhyun's body and ran his hands gently across the smaller man's neck and torso until they landed on the darkest deep, deep purple bruise that marked his collarbone and ran his thumb over it lightly.

    "No," Baekhyun said seriously, smiling tenderly. He grabbed the other's arms and wrapped them fully around his body.

   Chanyeol put his chin on the shorter's shoulder and looked at him and his beautiful light brown eyes in their reflection.

   Baekhyun sighed still with a smile on his face and closed his eyes, allowing himself just to be held. "No, they don't hurt. I love them. I love being marked by you. It means that I'm yours. All yours. And now I'll have something to look at to remind me every day." He said, rocking up onto his tippy toes, and leaning his head to the side to kiss the taller man behind him, one hand reaching up to gently caress his handsome face.

   Chanyeol pulled back just slightly, "You'll always be mine, marks or no marks." He whispered and put on a light smile to match Baekhyun's.

   "Always," Baekhyun said quietly against his lips, kissing him one more time.

   "And they will fade eventually. You realize that, right?" Chanyeol laughed and unwrapped himself from around the smaller.

   He leaned down and grabbed two huge fluffy towels from the cupboard and sat them next to the sink.

   "Well, then you'll just have to create another masterpiece after they do," Beakhyun said as if it were the most obvious thing ever. "New hobbies, remember?!

   "And to answer your question, yes I'm sure. I don't see what the big deal is. We've seen each other naked. We're naked right now for christ's sake. Actually... I don't know why we haven't done this sooner," he said and winked at Chanyeol.

   Chanyeol blushed and nodded before reaching into the shower to turn the water on, adjusting it to a comfortable temperature.

   "Just don't penetrate me again, for now, is all I ask. You have no idea how sore I am from how hard you went on me. When did you turn into such a beast? And, AND," he repeated the word for emphasis, "how can you put your tongue in my ass with absolutely no shame and then get all shy about us just taking a shower together half an hour later?" He asked with a cheeky smile.

   Chanyeol blushed yet again and turned away from Baekhyun. He couldn't believe what he had done either. But at the moment, it just felt so right. And he didn't regret it, even if he was being a bit coy about it after the fact.

   Baekhyun noticed his shy little episode and stopped to turn around and lay a hand on his elbow, "Hey... Hey, sweetheart," he reached up and ran his hands across Chanyeol's broad shoulders reassuringly, "Don't be shy around me of all people. And none of that was unpleasant by ANY means.

   "It was a dream from start to finish. Best sex I've ever had. No contest." He announced sincerely, "Like I said, you're a natural," he reiterated, pulling Chanyeol around to face him once more and brushing his fringe hairs away from his eyes.

    "But did I hurt you?" The latter asked seriously.

   "I specifically remember promising you that I'd tell you to stop if you were ever hurting me, Channie. Just because the sex is rough, doesn't mean it's painful." He said with a smirk. "And if you ask me, rough sex is the best kind. I always hated it when guys treated me like a fragile piece of glass just because I'm small.

   "But you? You know when to be gentle and when to throw it all out the window and be rough with me. Yes, I'm sore, but I love it. I love you. It was perfect. You're perfect." He pecked him softly on the lips.

   "Now, come on, you sexy beast. I can't wait to see that hot, steamy water running down every crevice of that unbelievably perfect body." He winked again and pulled Chanyeol into the large, walk-in shower and turned around to bask in the warm stream of water coming down onto him.

   "You don't realize how sexy you are, do you Baek?" Chanyeol chimed in from behind him, placing his hands on the curve of his waist.

   "Me? Meh, I'm too skinny, although I have gained weight since I got here. I can't help that you're such a good cook." He gave Chanyeol a sly smile over his shoulder.

   "I don't mind at all if you gain some weight. It'll just make your thighs and ass that much thicker," Chanyeol said and pinched his butt, making him squeal and jump.

   He turned around to pull Chanyeol underneath the water with him, pressing their bodies together. He paused to run his fingers up and down over every curve of hard muscle his hands could reach and sighed. "God damn, Chanyeol, I could snap you apart like a bar of chocolate and eat you up, piece by piece. Shit... I can't believe you're all mine." He smiled and made a pleased humming sound and leaned in even closer to whisper, "I'm so fucking lucky..." through the sound of water droplets hitting the shower tiles.

   "I'm the lucky one, Baek." He turned serious, "You came into my life at just the right time. You saved me, don't you realize that? You saved me just now. I've never..."

   "Never what?" Baekhyun looked up into Chanyeol's face, his nerves flaring back to life after hearing the hesitation in the taller's voice again.

   "I've never shut down like that before... at least not since the day I realized my parents were never coming back. Not since realizing that I was trapped here..."

   Chanyeol continued, "And when that happened... I don't know how I survived it alone. I didn't eat anything for at least a week. I'm not sure how long it was, I wasn't keeping track... I didn't get out of bed. Honestly, I don't remember doing anything but just staring off into space. I don't even remember what I thought about during that time. I was just an empty shell of a human being..."

   Chanyeol reached up to cup Baekhyun's face in his hands, gently lifting the smaller's eyes to his. "But today... you brought me back. You saved me from myself. I don't know what would've happened to me if I went back to that place and you weren't here. I'm... I'm so lucky to have you." He whispered through the rush of water.

   "Are we really going to argue over who is the luckier one in this relationship?" Baekhyun chuckled quietly.

   "Relationship, huh?" Finally, Chanyeol smiled again. "Does that mean that I get to call you my boyfriend?" Chanyeol mused, laughing.

   "Yes." Baekhyun said simply, putting his own hands atop Chanyeol's that were still caressing his cheeks. The look on his face was genuine, his demeanor deadly serious. "I'm glad that I'm here, Park Chanyeol. And I am lucky that I finally found you." He reached up and kissed the man deeply. "Yes, you do get to call me your boyfriend."

   Chanyeol's smile faded into a lusty stare, his eyes became hooded, and his breathing shallow. After a few beats of them staring into each other's eyes, they both lurched forward and met in the middle, their lips and bodies crashing together like waves.