Chanyeol opens his eyes, feeling unnecessary weight on top of him and a strange burn down south. When he looks up, he sees Baekhyun staring down at him with a seductive smirk playing at his lips as he straddles the taller.
"..." Chanyeol wants to speak, but he finds his words knotted in when Baekhyun rolls his hips down onto his groin, and he groans instead.
"Yeol ..." He purrs, and that nickname sounds so good on his lips. When he slides his arm up the taller's chest, all Chanyeol sees is the way those nimble fingers move to teasingly his shirt one by one. , he's so goddamn hard right now, and the proximity of Baekhyun, being able to smell Baekhyun's honey and strawberry, is enough to drive him over the edge.
... He thinks to himself, dying to get his hands on Baekhyun, to touch him, to please him too ... but for some reason, he can't move them at all. All he can do is helplessly watch as Baekhyun drives his plump down agonizingly slowly onto his burning , watch as those lips part open into a silent as his hands rest on Chanyeol's chest for support.
"... Byun Baekhyun ..." Chanyeol finally groans out when he realises his hands are tied behind to the bed posts. "... Let me go ... I want to touch you, you little ..."
"Shh ..." Baekhyun's voice is soft, but god dammit it sends shivers down Chanyeol's spine. "Only I can please ... Because I'm made for pleasing ..." With every word, he leans closer until he is a mere inch away, then he captures Chanyeol's lips with his own, and in that mere touch, it sends Chanyeol spiralling over the edge...
Chanyeol sits up in cold sweat.
Dammit! He curses inwardly when he feels a burning ache in his groin, and he realises he's rock hard. So hard that even precum had leaked onto his shorts. He's never felt such strong lust for someone before.
I feel so dirty ... He thinks, momentarily shocked, and buries his head in his knees. I've never had wet dreams about someone I know in real life!
The other wet dreams he had were those of faceless men and women with beautiful bodies, but never has a wet dream been this clear, this vivid, this descriptive.
I'm so goddamn screwed.
He lifts the covers off his bed and stands up, waddling towards the bathroom to take a cold shower (because god dammit he doesn't want to taint himself with any more thoughts of his roommate) but as he passes Baekhyun's bed, he can't help but glance over to see how the subject of his dreams is doing.
Baekhyun is sprawled out on his bed, his blankets half kicked off the bed, one arm over his stomach and the other above his head. When Chanyeol steps closer, he can see that Baekhyun's hair is messy from tossing around (yet it somehow has a y tinge to it), his skin flawless and smooth and contrasting to the dark t-shirt and black shorts he's wearing. His cute button nose scrunches up at what Chanyeol supposes must be because it's a little itchy, and then he turns around, his shorts riding dangerously up his milky thighs as he does so.
Chanyeol gulps.
He rushes to the bathroom, not satisfied until he feels the icy cold water touch his skin like fire.
It was hard for Baekhyun to concentrate yesterday.
The 17th is usually the day that brings him bad memories, horrible ones that he can't seem to contain within the deepest corners of himself. Neither, however, does he want to rant about it to anyone or bring it up with anyone. He isn't afraid to be judged – in fact, he knows his friends would never judge him. What he's terrified of, however, is that bringing up an unspeakable past will mean facing pieces of his broken self.
