Chanyeol cleans both of them up with a wet towel (he's sure Joonmyun will never let him hear the end of it if he sees what they've done, so he takes it with him and vows to buy a replacement.) After a considerable amount of whining, Baekhyun gets up to help Chanyeol sanitize the chairs and anything else they might've gotten dirty.
When they finish locking up the restaurant, it's past midnight. They walk back to Chanyeol's apartment down streets of mostly empty storefronts, some late-night businesses lit up with neon signs but it's mostly only the stars and streetlamps that provide them with light. Somewhere along the way, Baekhyun fits his hand into Chanyeol's wordlessly, lacing their fingers together and swinging their arms as they go through the dark.
Back inside Chanyeol's apartment building, Baekhyun presses Chanyeol against his door for another kiss, this time sweet and soft.
"Thank you, Chanyeol," Baekhyun says quietly.
"For what?" Chanyeol can't help asking.
Baekhyun doesn't reply, taking the keys from Chanyeol to unlock the door instead. Inside, the apartment is surprisingly mostly neat, courtesy of Baekhyun when he stays over, which is more often than not nowadays. Still, Chanyeol has to shove a music stand out of the way here or a stack of composition paper there.
"I need a shower," Baekhyun declares to no one in particular. "I feel disgustingly sticky."
Chanyeol opens his mouth but before he can get anything out, Baekhyun shakes a finger at him.
"Don't say it."
Baekhyun simply starts undressing right there, not even bothering to turn away from Chanyeol. He undoes his dress shirt first, wrinkled and first few buttons already haphazardly opened. As Baekhyun continues, exposing more and more unblemished skin, Chanyeol tries very hard not to look to the way the lean muscles flex in Baekhyun's back as he moves, his dusky nipples perking in the cool air, his slim waist that flares out into curvy hips. Baekhyun suddenly speaks up again, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Join me in the shower?" he invites. Baekhyun knows.
Chanyeol gulps and it takes considerable effort to refuse. "I'd better not," he says, "I can wait until you're finished."
"No?" Baekhyun asks innocently. "Is there any chance I could persuade you?"
He's moved closer now, only in his skintight jeans, breath tickling against Chanyeol's ear. Baekhyun places a hand on Chanyeol's chest, sliding it lower and lower but keeps his eyes on Chanyeol's, glinting mischievously. Chanyeol's heart stutters.
Just before Baekhyun reaches Chanyeol's crotch, and just as Chanyeol's beginning to press up against Baekhyun involuntarily, he pulls back with a little smirk. "At least help me get my jeans off, then."
Baekhyun settles on the edge of Chanyeol's bed and raises an eyebrow expectantly. Before Chanyeol knows it, he's right in front of Baekhyun, towering over him and caging him in against the mattress but with the predatory way Baekhyun watches back, it feels more like he's the prey.
Baekhyun doesn't help much at all, only shifting his weight slightly to ease the process as Chanyeol struggles with his godforsaken jeans. Chanyeol has to peel the fabric down painstakingly inch by inch, catching on the sharp V of Baekhyun's hipbones and holding tight to the curve of his ample ass and God, he thinks, Baekhyun's bare thighs could really kill a man. When Chanyeol finally drops the pants on the floor, he feels like he can't breathe. He directs his eyes at the ground, making sure to stare at nothing but Baekhyun's delicately crossed ankles.
Baekhyun stands up. The sudden motion startles Chanyeol and he has no time to step back. He finds himself shoved roughly down on the bed when Baekhyun flips their positions in a burst of strength, and now he has a lapful of a decidedly very naked Baekhyun.
In a brief moment of hesitation, Chanyeol catches the purposeful way Baekhyun's eyeing him before he leans in for an urgent kiss, tongue pressing insistently forward, licking hot and sweet into Chanyeol's mouth. All the while, Baekhyun's busy rucking up Chanyeol's shirt, slim fingers dancing down the planes of his stomach to feel the way Chanyeol tenses at his touch until Chanyeol gives in and helps strip the shirt off.
"You're insatiable, you know that?" Chanyeol asks, fully intending to laugh but getting too distracted by Baekhyun's lips in the process.
Baekhyun grins. "You know you love it."
He grabs Chanyeol by the hand and pulls him to the bathroom, shucking off the rest of Chanyeol's clothes as they go.
