Let me touch you where your heart is (Beakhyun/Zitao)

Let me touch you where your heart is

Saying they were friends with benefits was not totally a fact, considering they were not even friends.

Their casual meetings occurred from time to time late at night after a good party or after a frustrating test that would keep Baekhyun awake and end up calling Zitao to come over his place because maybe all he needed was a temporal relief.That is how all started.

The first time they officially met was at a party at Junmyeon's house near campus.

Junmyeon as one of his best friends and leader of the Delta Zeta fraternity — or douchebags, as he personally likes to call it, nothing against Junmyeon though—, besides of being the one in charge of humiliate seniors and freshmen with his outstanding grades, academic achievements, and natural charisma, he was in charge of throwing the best parties in his rich parents' four times bigger house than the saturated frat one.

When Zitao caught Baekhyun's eye he was standing near the counter with another guy who at times could get closer to him and whisper in Zitao's ear, and perhaps Zitao was very considerate and kind because even when he seemed far from comfortable with the closeness and not interested in what the other guy was talking about, he never let a grimace appear on his face.

Maybe it was just that or maybe it was the fact that Baekhyun was starting to feel all the beverage going straight to his head that when he realized Zitao was sending him curious looks as Baekhyun was holding his stare deeply and obvious on them, he stood up from the sofa he was sat in at the other side of the room and walked past him while tipping back the last of his drink, placing his cup at the counter just beside where Zitao and the stranger were at, glancing at them and never leaving that playful smirk on his face.

And just as he turned and made his way towards the mass of people dancing at the center of the room he could see from the corner of his eye Zitao walking just behind him.

He knew who Zitao was; Chinese boy one year younger than him, sometimes quiet, sometimes all laugh and smiles, at times childish, shy but loud with actions, so many mutual friends that he could see him around campus partying in the same places sometimes or going out with their group of friends, so he was not a stranger at all.

And maybe Baekhyun could find himself every now and then staring at him because yes, he really looked like an interesting guy walking here and there with dark leather clothing, bleached styled hair and outrageous earrings. All loud laughter, heavy Chinese accent, and tough look. And yes, maybe he thought he was kinda cool.

So when he felt a pair of hands on his hips and a warm body leaning against him from behind as he was moving his body along to the beat of the music, he couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself.

Soon Baekhyun found himself enjoying the delicious friction of Zitao's hands moving all along from his tights to his waist while pressing his body on Baekhyun's with an overwhelming pace that made Baekhyun rock his body backwards, almost unconsciously, while reaching back his right hand to touch Zitao's nape and holding tightly onto Zitao's hand near his crotch with the other, trying to maintain the feeling Zitao was giving him.

Baekhyun felt like losing himself when soft puffs of air against his ear were leaving Zitao's lips, feeling drunk by the pure desire of touching freely the tan skin underneath Zitao's loose white t-shirt.

"Let's get out of here" Zitao's sudden husky voice whispering to him made him let out a soft moan, and that was the approval Zitao was looking for, because just when Baekhyun tried to recover himself a little bit from all the sensations, he realized he was being guided outside by Zitao's hand that just one moment ago was driving him crazy when placed near his now needed half hard cock.