Tease (EXO BOY x BOY)

SuLay - Passionate Hatred

Derived from: Overwatch

Crdts: LyricallyWritten

He hated him. Hated him with passion.

The way he talked with that low smooth draw. The way he walked, hips swinging. The way he looked at him, like he was something precious, like he wanted to devour him.

He swore to every deity he could think of that after the first date, he'd never talk to this man again, and every deity swore back that that wouldn't be the case.

Sehun, it was all his younger brother's fault.

The playboy of the two knew how to get and keep a woman, knew how to play the cards just right to get any of his friends hooked up with anyone they wanted, except his older brother Yixing.

Every woman who met Yixing loved him, he was handsome, a great listener, fit, but Yixing always found a way to screw it up, as Sehun would say, or just flat out reject the women.

So he moved on to men. He knew what his older brother needed, and didn't mind going in and out of gay bars, skimming around gyms, and other places to find him someone that would suit him properly.

But this proved fruitless. Yixing would turn every guy who came to him down or chased them away.

"I do not need help finding someone! I am happy alone." Yixing would always protest after every date.

"Please brother, I can tell when you are not happy. Please just give them a chance. We have just reconnected, and I can tell that that has lifted your spirits, mine too, but wouldn't you be happier with someone by your side? Or even a one nightstand to break that dry spell? It'll do you some good." Sehun would always reason.

But it never helped, no one could break down the wall Yixing put up around himself, except one man.

Sehun had befriended the man after meeting him through a mutual friend. He was good looking, nice sense of humor, and a bit stubborn, just the type of person his brother needed.

But Yixing never got along with him, never could bring himself to even try and tolerate the man, but the man never cared and always came back. And for some reason, Yixing always ended up compromising.

So here they are again. Yixing had lost count on the number of dates they had been on together, had it been weeks, months? Neither of them really knew and wasn't even sure if he wanted to call those "dates."

Yixing would be lying though, if he didn't say that he found the other man good looking, he had sex appeal, and the cowboy hats did look good on him. (I bet Junmyeon would look hot in cowboy's hat) And when he wasn't being insufferable, he was quite charming and smart, nice to talk to and good company to have, but the stubbornness, the way he pushes himself into Yixing's life, the way he keeps insisting on cooking him dinner, driving him to work or to the store, trying to spend every day with him, irritated Yixing to no end, and yet, here he was.

Here he was in the bedroom of a man he hated.

"Yixing." The draw called out, coming into the room with two wine glasses in one hand and a green glass bottle in the other.

His tan button up shirt was half way unbuttoned, showing off his chiseled chest and part of his rock hard 8 packs, and his blue jeans hugged tight to his slender waist. A bright smile was on his five o'clock shadow covered face, and his brown eyes shun bright in the dim light of the room.

Yixing crossed his arms as he sat up at the top of the bed, asking himself why he was still here as the man he hated joined him in bed.

This man, smelling of wine and old spice, was Kim Junmyeon.