Honey Rhythm

Chapter 11

a/n: It's been 2 years, but here I am! (LOL sorry) Although it's a bit short compared to how long I've been gone from this story, I still hope you all enjoy this. If you forgot what's been happening, feel free to skim or re-read the past chapters! 

Thank you all and have a happy new year! May the best of 2018 happen to everyone! Thank you for making 2017 a good year for me as an author. I appreciate all your love and support. I will try harder to interact and respond this year. Thank you so so much. 

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"No."

"Chanyeol."

"As your client, I have the right to disagree with you. You're not allowed to meet up with him again."

In the midst of fixing the cuffs of his shirt, Baekhyun turned his body around to face the naked man who shamelessly stood in front of him, baring it all and hiding nothing. He tried to ignore it. It wasn't anything new, even before they became... "official".

Baekhyun inwardly grimaced as the thought hit him again. He was dating this man. This celebrity and it was the only rule he ever established with himself the moment he entered the industry. Keep business and pleasure separate...and yet, there he was. In perfect view of things that shouldn't have been hanging out.

"Kyungsoo is an old friend and former employer," Baekhyun defended, ignoring the face Chanyeol threw at him. "We're dating, but my professional life is still mine. What he offered me was interesting... Besides that matter, I just happen to miss him as an old friend."

"Friend." Chanyeol snorted. "He's a great friend, alright. Wait until he stabs you in the back."

Rolling his eyes, Baekhyun sighed. Reaching down, he grabbed the man's shirt and tossed it at his face. "Hurry up and get dressed. You're going to be late and your rabid fan girls are going to think something's going on in here if I stay too long."

"Too bad I don't really care," the musician muttered as he caught the shirt while stopping Baekhyun by the waist just before he passed him by. "Let's do it again."

Pulling at the bottom hem of the small male's shirt, ultimately releasing it from the grip of the jean's waist, which didn't sit very well with Baekhyun considering how much time and effort he put into tucking. In response, the brunet reached back and uncurled Chanyeol's fingers away from his clothing. "Stop it. It's already six-thirty and I need to be at the arena by seven."

"The hotel doesn't even start serving breakfast until seven." Chanyeol complained, moving his hands up again, this time holding Baekhyun from his waist. "Come back to bed with me."

Glancing down, Baekhyun could see Chanyeol's cock pressed against him. It was half-aroused, but enough to prove the musician's point. "Can you believe that I have a feeling that if I go back in bed with you, we'd be doing something more than just sleeping in and ignoring responsibilities?"

"Yeah?" Although he was well aware of the sarcasm, that didn't stop him from taking Baekhyun's hand and guiding it to his shaft. "I have that same feeling."

God, he was so tempting, but Baekhyun was on a tight schedule. Still, he couldn't help but take hold of the thick cock, wrapping his slender fingers around it before giving the giant a teasing pump.

Chanyeol groaned. He reached up and placed his hand underneath the brunet's chin, forcing him to look up. "Don't start what you can't finish."

Smiling, Baekhyun immediately let go, releasing him. "You're right." Before the hot-headed man could reason--or argue-- with him, Baekhyun stepped aside and walked over to where he had placed his wallet the night before. "Get dressed or stay in bed a little while longer. I have to go."