Nah

Dare

  Baekhyuns eyes fluttered open. It was morning and the room was only dimly illuminated by the sunlight because Chanyeol liked to keep his curtains closed at all times. He was lying on his stomach his face resting on Chanyeols rising and falling chest. He yawned, getting up to go to the bathroom but the second he stood up he knew something was wrong. He felt like shit. He felt sick to his stomach, like he was gonna vomit at any second. He sat on the edge of the bed and racked his brain for what happened last night. He went to that party...what else? Why was everything a black out? He frowned at a certain memory of kissing someone heatedly. That couldn't be right. Slowly piece by piece little parts of his memory came back as he sat there on the bed. He remembered being in a car...and having a giant dick in front of his face? What? He started panicking. Chanyeol was going to kill him! He put his face in his hands as the memory of licking the penis hit him hard. Did he get drunk and give some guy a blowjob in his car?
He crawled back over to Chanyeol, resting his head on his chest again and nuzzling his face into it. Chanyeol made him feel safe. It was always that way, ever since they had met. Baekhyun was always weak, innocent, and vulnerable and Chanyeol always came flying to his rescue. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling like he was gonna puke. He decided not to tell Chanyeol anything he remembered. He didn't want to worry his best friend.
He felt Chanyeol stir under him. The tall boy grumbled to himself and sighed. His hand came to Baekhyuns back and began rubbing him comfortingly. He looked up at Chanyeol, smiling slightly.
"Morning, Channie." He said lightly. Chanyeol looked down at him and immediately sat up, pulling Baekhyun on to his lap. He began fawning over him, laying the back of his hand over his forehead to check his temperature. "How do you feel? Do you feel sick? Does your stomach hurt, do you have a fever? Your forehead feels hot, do you want some soup, I have your favorite kind. Beakkie, you're pale! You should take a shower."
While Chanyeol freaked out Baekhyun sighed and reached up to play with his ears, waiting for him to be done. Chanyeol paused. "Baek, do you remember anything from last night?"
Baekhyun shook his head no, hoping Chanyeol didn't read his lie. Chanyeol grasped both of his hands in his own. "You're sure?"
Baekhyun nodded. "Chanyeol what happened to me?" He asked, frowning and leaning forward to rest his head on his shoulder. Chanyeol wrapped his arms around him.
"I'm sorry, Baekhyun. I should have never taken you there. Some stupid dick gave you alcohol when my back was turned."
Baekhyun racked his brain to remember who did. The last thing he remembered clearly was some attractive dark haired guy approaching him and pushing a cup towards him. Baekhyun had thought it was just orange juice. Had he spiked it? He was stupid to take a drink from a stranger at a party. Could he by any chance be the guy Baekhyun had given oral sex to?
"It's not your fault, Chanyeol." He sighed. Chanyeol buried his face in his hair.
"Go take a shower, ok?" He said.
Baekhyun pouted. "Come in with me!"
Chanyeol tensed. "I-I was gonna make you soup, it's ok I'll go after you."
Baekhyun crossed his arms. "No, I want you to come with me. What if I fall, I don't feel well you know."
Chanyeol sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Alright, alright. Come on."
He helped Baekhyun off of the bed and into the bathroom.
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Chanyeol knew he shouldn't have agreed to this. Taking a shower with Baekhyun, who he'd been having weird suggestive feelings toward lately wasn't a good idea, especially with the memories of what had happened between them last night fresh in his memory. He prayed Chaneol jr. would stay down during the shower. He had only agreed to go in to make sure Baekhyun was ok.
He was relieved that Baekhyun didn't seem to remember what happened last night. He was trying to push the memories out but the image of Baekhyuns mouth wrapped around his cock with his charcoal lined eyes staring up at him kept creeping into his mind and making his body react. He looked away as Baekhyun began to shamelessly undress.
"Chanyeol, what are you doing? Take your clothes off." Baekhyun said, bending over slightly to turn on the hot water. Chanyeol regretted looking at that moment, Baekhyuns bare ass on display with his cute face glancing over his shoulder to stare at Chanyeol in his fully clothed state.
"O-oh right." Chanyeol said stupidly, starting to shed his clothes and think about really disgusting things so that he didn't get hard. This was gonna be a rough shower.
Baekhyun stepped under the warm water, sighing as it hit his skin, little beads of moisture roaming his smooth pale body as the steam rose up and clouded the mirrors. Chanyeol thought the sight was beautiful. He stepped into the shower and stood as far away from Baekhyun as possible.
Baekhyun turned around and frowned at him. "Chanyeol? The point of taking a shower is getting clean, not standing in the corner naked." Baekhyuns wet hair was falling into his eyes that still had smeared eye liner rimming them. His red wet lips were pouting.
"I-I was just watching you to make sure you were ok.." He said. He flinched. That made more sense in his head.
Baekhyun sighed and took his hand, pulling him under the water. "Wash my back?" He asked. Chanyeol gulped and took the soapy wash cloth from his hands. He ran it over his smooth pale back, trying not to ogle his tempting bottom.
Baekhyuns ass was no joke. It was plump and round and perky and basically a dream come true for any guy with an ass fetish. Chanyeol had to once beat the shit out of a guy after Baekhyun had came crying to him, saying this guy in his English class kept slapping his ass and talking dirty to him whenever he walked by.
Chanyeol managed to get through the shower without any boners. Baekhyun went home soon after and for once in Chanyeols life he was thankful that he was leaving. He was having a hard time being around him because he was guilty about not telling Baekhyun. He had a right to know but Chanyeol wasn't gonna risk their friendship.
He had told Baekhyun to call him if he needed help or advice with his first hangover. He was in his kitchen making a sandwich when his phone rang. He smiled to himself and shook his head. Baekhyun had only been gone for a half hour and already needed help. Cute.
He answered the phone, expecting to hear Baekhyuns raspy little voice but instead he was greeted with a bunch of voices yelling at him on the other line. He realized pretty quickly he was on speaker phone with Jongin, Sehun, and Jongdae.
"Holy shit! Everyone shut the fuck up! What the fuck do you want, why are you calling me?!"
The line went silent for a second until Jongins voice spoke. "Chanyeol." He said in an accusing voice. "You made out with Byun fucking Baekhyun?"
"I didn't tell him, Sehun did!" Jongdaes voice said in the background.
Chanyeol groaned. "It's none of your business, Jongin. Leave me alone."
"Chanyeol, your he's your best friend. He's fucking innocent little Baekhyun who spends all his time at anime club and only leaves his house to go to school and to your place. And YOU tongue fucked his mouth!"
'My tongue isn't the only thing I fucked his mouth with' Chanyeol thought bitterly. "It was a god damn dare, Jongin. If I didn't do it I would have had to run around the party butt naked!"
Sehun let out an evil cackle. "Yeah, ok but you didn't have to grab his ass and get a boner."
Chanyeol wanted to die. "I-I..." He started. He couldn't come up with any excuse for that one. "Just let me talk to Jongdae. Alone. Without you two in the room."
"Keeping secrets, huh?" Jongin asked, sounding angry.
"Well maybe I'd talk to you and Sehun about my personal feelings if you weren't such assholes."
Jongin and Sehun started bitching and Chanyeol sighed, putting his face in his hands. "Give me the fucking phone and get the fuck out!" Jongdaes voice said, ringing through the phone. He heard lots of protests and slaps until a door slammed and there was silence.
"Sorry, Yeol. I tried to stop Sehun from telling Jongin."
"It's fine, he's a little shit I should have known he would." Chanyeol said.
Jongdae was one of the only people he trusted. He could be an ass sometimes too but he respected peoples feelings and was good with advice.
"J-Jongdae...something happened between me and Baek after we left.." Chanyeol said. He couldn't not talk about it anymore.
"What kind of thing?"
"A-A sexual thing..."
Jongdaes breath hitched. "Chanyeol, did you fuck him?"
Chanyeols eyes widened as unwanted (or maybe wanted, he didn't know anymore) images flooded into his mind. He shook his head rapidly. "N-no! God, no!"
"Than what the fuck did you guys do?!" Jongdae asked.
"W-well, you know that Baek was wasted. He wasn't thinking right. I was driving and he s-started saying he wanted to help me get rid of my boner, and I tried to stop him, Jongdae, I really did." Chanyeol said, his voice strained.
"And?" Jongdae pressed.
"W-well he reached in my pants and grabbed my dick and I don't know what's wrong with me, man. Once he touched me there I couldn't stop him. So once we were parked at my house he sucked my dick in the car.."
"Holy shit!"
"I know! What am I gonna do?!"
"Does he remember it?!"
"N-no, he says he doesn't.."
"Well, are you gonna tell him?"
Chanyeol got up from his chair and ran a hand through his hair. "I-I mean..I don't know! Should I? He means a lot to me, I don't want to ruin everything."
Jongdae was quiet for a second. "Chanyeol, is there any chance you might be in love with Baekhyun?"
Chanyeol froze. "I-in love with him? I don't know...I-I've never thought about it before." He started pacing across the room. "Why? Does it seem like I am?"
"To bet honest, yeah. It really does." Jongdae said.
"L-like what? What do I do that makes it seem like I am?" Chanyeol asked.
"I-I don't know man just everything. The way you look at him, the way you talk to him, the way you act around him and hold him all the time and protect him from every single little thing and how you have all those little pet names for him. It just seems...romantic."
What Jongdae was saying made sense. Suddenly too much realization started to flood into Chanyeols brain. He slumped agains the wall, sliding down into a sitting position on the floor. "Fuck." He whispered. "Fuck!"
"What's wrong?" Jongdaes voice sounded concerned.
"I-I'm..." His heart was beating so fast. "I-I'm in love with Baekhyun!"