pulling away.
"Pretty good, actually," he replies. Baekhyun smirks at Jongdae's shocked expression.
***
It's not really a surprise when Baekhyun corners him after hours one day. Their kisses have gotten increasingly more frequent. During the first two weeks, Chanyeol would place a kiss atop Baekhyun's head or on the tip of his nose before starting a shift and Baekhyun would respond by moving close, staring up with dark eyes promising more. Recently, Baekhyun had taken to dragging Chanyeol out in the middle of shifts when business was slow. It started off innocent enough, sometimes just escaping for fresh air, one time just lying in the grass next to each other.
That same day, Baekhyun had gotten a little fixated on Chanyeol's lips while they were blowing the fluff off dandelions. He always made it obvious, eyes half-lidded, own mouth parted. Suffice to say, Baekhyun tossed the dandelion over his shoulder and crawled into Chanyeol's lap, arms looped around his neck before melting eagerly into him, all sweet sighs and little gasps.
There were times that they got a little rougher, too. Just earlier today, Baekhyun had Chanyeol pressed against the back wall of Viva Polo in the dark. Baekhyun was scorching and unforgiving, lips hot and messy on Chanyeol's skin. Chanyeol had fought back, peppering a trail of brief kisses down Baekhyun's neck, which he found was one of his most sensitive spots, until Baekhyun arched into him, shuddering and pliant and even more breathless than before.
Tonight, everyone else has left except Baekhyun. At dinner, Chanyeol unfortunately got caught in the midst of a food fight between Sehun and Luhan and was pelted by meatballs launched from spoon catapults. His shirt was stained, needless to say. He'd just finished scrubbing out the worst of the tomato sauce. Thankfully, Chanyeol always keeps a change of clothes at Viva Polo in case something happens and he's relieved to wear something not sticky.
Baekhyun's waiting for him when Chanyeol steps out of the bathroom, leaned against the counter and eyes raking appreciatively down Chanyeol's frame. Baekhyun gets this look of barely-veiled hunger sometimes and it makes Chanyeol's lungs stutter at the sheer intensity of it.
There's no hesitation before Baekhyun saunters closer, hand smoothing at Chanyeol's worn Nirvana shirt and lips tracing the shell of Chanyeol's ear.
"You look good," Baekhyun murmurs. It's the tone that does it, all smoked-out and raspy, Chanyeol thinks dizzily. Byun Baekhyun is dangerous like this. He could ask anything of Chanyeol right now and he'd do it.
"I could say the same for you." Baekhyun looks faintly pleased at Chanyeol's words. And it's true. Baekhyun does look devastatingly good. Baekhyun's still in his work attire, thin fabric of his shirt framing broad shoulders and the tapered curve of his waist. His jeans are practically plastered to his skin, taut over the swell of his ass and highlighting the fullness of his thighs and strips of exposed skin absolutely tantalizing. Chanyeol knows how those thighs feel under his palms, curvy and smooth and the thought of Baekhyun touching him at all sends a thrill down his spine.
Baekhyun studies him, pad of his thumb swiping softly over Chanyeol's bottom lip before he launches forward. Their mouths slot together, Baekhyun nipping and pulling lightly with his teeth while Chanyeol kisses back languidly, letting Baekhyun press into him. God, the noises Baekhyun makes, drawn-out whimpers as Chanyeol laps against his skin.
Breathless, Baekhyun breaks away long enough to shove Chanyeol down into a chair. Chanyeol tugs him forward, closer and closer until Baekhyun's settled comfortably in Chanyeol's lap, knees splayed on either side of Chanyeol's thighs.
This time, Baekhyun leaves barely a millimeter between their lips but doesn't close the last bit of distance. Instead, he stills and breathes harshly against the corner of Chanyeol's mouth, dark eyes trained on Chanyeol as if watching carefully for a reaction.
