In the Dragon's lair - 18+

Chapter 1

"Yifan!"

Chanyeol looked up, surprised to hear his best friend calling for someone else. Baekhyun strode forward, one hand raised in greeting and a big grin on his face.

At the end of the supermarket aisle stood a terribly tall, terribly handsome man, designer jeans and leather jacket and a beat-up shopping basket on his arm. He spotted Baekhyun and a bright smile stretched across his features.

"Baek, who are you...?" Chanyeol murmured, but Baekhyun wasn't listening, already halfway down the aisle. The man reached out as he approached and pulled Baekhyun into a tight hug.

Chanyeol's eyebrows shot through the roof.

"Baekhyun, hey," the man said as Chanyeol cautiously came closer. His voice was pleasantly deep. "How's it going?" He looked up over Baekhyun's head and his gaze landed on Chanyeol, dark and curious. "Who's this?"

Baekhyun hadn't let go of the man's waist yet. Not that Chanyeol could really blame him; it seemed like a nice waist. "This is my best friend Chanyeol," Baekhyun introduced cheerfully. "Chanyeol, this is Yifan."

"Good to meet you," Yifan said, reaching out the hand that was not still wrapped around Baekhyun's shoulders. It was weird - Baekhyun was touchy, but he didn't usually cuddle with unknown men in the middle of the supermarket. Chanyeol shook the man's hand. It was a very big hand, warm and strong, and Yifan's eyes wandered over Chanyeol's form as they shook, taking in his oversized, ratty hoodie, his ripped jeans.

"You too," Chanyeol said. "How...how do you two know each other?"

To Chanyeol's surprise, Baekhyun actually blushed, laughing a little and looking away with cheeks tinged pink. Yifan was the one who answered. "He's one of my clients," he said. "I'm a masseur."

That was not at all what Chanyeol was expecting, and it must have showed on his face. Yifan laughed and Baekhyun blushed harder, and it was so uncharacteristic as to be completely surreal.

"Are you always so cozy with your clients?" Chanyeol asked, glancing at where Baekhyun was still cuddled comfortably against the taller man's side.

Yifan's shrug was easy, carefree. "Not always," he said. "But I've known Baek for a long time. Years. He's one of my regulars."

That actually stung a bit. How could Baek be this close with someone and have never mentioned him to Chanyeol even once? They practically lived in each other's pockets! Chanyeol pursed his lips, and Yifan's laughter faded, taking in Chanyeol's expression with a look of sincere concern that made Chanyeol feel rather uncomfortably like the taller man was reading his thoughts.

"Yeol," Baekhyun began. "It's not like...I mean, I told you I had an appointment every week."

Yeah. But Chanyeol didn't know anyone else who snuggled with their massage therapist in the supermarket aisle.

"Hey, listen," Yifan interjected, gentle but cheerful. "Any friend of Baekhyun's is welcome, if you want to come check out the practice. First visit on the house, and I'll see you personally. Sound good?"

Baekhyun looked up at Yifan in surprise. "Wait, really?"

A smile. "Yeah, of course," Yifan said. "Just give him the number and make an appointment. I'll handle the rest." He disengaged from Baekhyun, rubbing his palm companionably across Baekhyun's shoulder blade before letting his hand drop. "Nice to meet you, Chanyeol. I hope I'll be seeing you soon."

He flashed them both one last smile before walking away, and if Chanyeol watched him go, it was only because he was trying to figure out how he'd found jeans that fit his long legs so perfectly.

Chanyeol glanced down at Baekhyun. "What the heck was that all about?" he asked.

Baekhyun smacked his arm. "Don't make a fuss," he muttered. "Why are you so sour, anyway?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you're greeting your freaking masseurlike he's your boyfriend," Chanyeol hissed back. "You looked like you were about ready to climb him." He expected, with a quip like that, to get smacked again, to get an outraged denial or a snarky comeback. Instead, he got a hot red flush that abruptly bloomed up Baekhyun's entire face and neck, and oh. Shit. He'd hit a nerve. "Wait, is this a thing? Do you have a crush on your masseur?"

That one did earn him another smack. "Keep it down," Baekhyun muttered, looking around like he expected Yifan to come right back around that corner. "It's complicated."

Complicated. Sure. "How the heck have I not heard about this before?" Chanyeol demanded quietly as they resumed moving down the aisles. "How long have you been hard for him?"

"Why do you sound like you're jealous?" Baekhyun shot back. "It's not like that. It's com.pli.ca.ted."

"Look, man, I'm not judging," Chanyeol said, picking up a pack of banana milk and tossing it in the basket. "He's a pretty hot piece of ass, I'll give you that."

Baekhyun groaned. "You are the actual worst," he muttered. "Seriously, though. I'm shocked he offered to see you, let alone for free. You should take him up on it."

Lingering sourness had Chanyeol muttering, "Are you sure you want to let me that close to him?"

"Chanyeol." Baekhyun's gaze was judging. "Quit being a dick. Yifan owns the practice and has half a dozen therapists working for him, he doesn't see just anyone. If he asked you to make an appointment with him, he meant it. And you should do it. You're wound up like a Slinky and trust me when I say his hands are magic." He wiggled his fingers as if to demonstrate.

Chanyeol shoved him away. "I'll think about it," was all he said