RENDEZVOUS | chanbaek

TWO

The alcohol in Baekhyun's system wasn't substantial, it didn't impair his judgement or make him reckless. Instead, it freed him from his body and allowed him to explore his boundaries down to the smallest degree. At least, that want his alcohol infused brain convinced him into believing was true.

The delicate ping of rain pelted against the car windows, and the steam clouding the glass wasn't because of the running heat clashing with the cold outside air. But came from the backseat of the car as two drunk individuals tested their knowledge on the human anatomy.

Hands roamed along hot and sweaty flesh; clothes were pulled off and discarded; lips met lips. Sighs; gasps; pants; cries; groans; and every other known sound to pass through the human mouth in times of ecstasy filled the small backseat.

Thoughts, and the sense of right and wrong, neither one of them played a factor in this scenario as two complete strangers kissed and touched. Their hot breath minged between them as their tongues fought for dominance over the other, hands continued to roam across warm skin and tangle into hair. Sweet words were whispered back and forth, and mistakes, against normally better judgement were made.

For the first time in three years, Baekhyun felt freedom, and in the moment the loneliness he had felt was gone. He felt wanted for once, as he was the one receiving the attention instead of giving it, and as he laid in the stranger's backseat he was too happy to care or notice something was not right.

The stranger's hands felt great against Baekhyun's skin; they weren't small and delicate like his own, but strong and calloused. And when they touched him, roaming along his thighs and up his chest, the roughness from their skin felt amazing. There was nothing feminine about this encounter; it was all hard and rough edges, that Baekhyun couldn't believe it took him breaking up with his cheating fiancé to finally try a change.

Baekhyun never caught the name of his stranger, but he believed even as drunk as he was, he could pick their face out of a line-up because they were unforgettable. This strange new encounter of Baekhyun's, they weren't of the opposite sex, and Baekhyun found the familiarity of them being male much more enjoyable because a man knew all the ways to his own body. And in Baekhyun's new found opinion, they made for a more perfect sexual partner.

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Waking up the next morning, Baekhyun's sore body was surrounded and comforted by the heavenly softness of clouds. He stretched out the kinks in his body as he slowly sat up with a yawn, while glancing around the unfamiliar room. He rubbed his head, that was still fuzzy with the last remaining tendrils of alcohol. He grimaced as he scooted towards the edge of the bed before shakily getting to his feet, the sheets falling away from his body as he got to his feet.

He grimaced against the pain in his lower back as he shuffled around the room searching for his clothes, only to come up empty, and sighing heavily he grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around his naked body. He walked towards the bedroom door and opened it a crack, listening and looking for anyone, and somewhere in the house he could hear a set of voices. He bit his bottom lip as he closed the door again, before leaning his back against it as he glanced around the spacious and every beautiful room.

It was huge with a king sized bed and simple beige colored walls, with a basic walk-in closet and a nice dresser with little to nothing else. The room had a vast amount of potential, but whoever had decorated the huge room hadn't felt the need to personalize the space. It felt cold and devoid of emotion, and Baekhyun couldn't help but wonder who's house he had spent the night in.

He walked towards the dresser and opened a few of the drawers before he found something suitable to wear. He quickly dressed and walked back to the door, with the intentions to leave, when the door handle twisted open beneath his hand. He gasped as he immediately let go and took a few steps back, not knowing who or what to expect.

The door swung open to reveal a tall man dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a simple gray t-shirt, with dyed blood red hair. He eyed Baekhyun for a moment before tossing a bundle of clothing onto the bed —- Baekhyun's clothing.

"You look incredibly sexy in my clothes, but I happen to like that shirt, so if you wouldn't mind changing that would be spectacular," he said with an unbelievably deep —- and admittedly arousing —- voice.

Baekhyun just stared up at him his mouth slightly agape, unable to speak due to confusion and surprise, and a whole array of emotions he couldn't figure out.

"Wh–who are you?" Baekhyun softly asked.

The man humorlessly chuckled and threaded his fingers through his hair as he said, "Ah, you can call me, Chanyeol."

"How did I get here?"

The man smirked and pursed his lips before replying, "You road me here . . ."

"I . . . I don't understand, what do you mean by, 'I road you here'?" Baekhyun asked.

"Ah, well, last night you took advantage of me and my driver brought us back to my place," Chanyeol said.

"I . . . I took advantage of you," Baekhyun muttered in bewilderment. "N–no, that can't be right, I'm straight."

"You didn't seem very straight last night," he muttered.

Baekhyun pursed his lips and shook his head before muttering, "I–I have to leave. I–I'm sorry, b–bye." Baekhyun said before quickly grabbing his clothes and darting pass the man as he ran towards the door.

But he was faster, and he easily intercepted Baekhyun's path as he asked, "Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you find last night fun?"

Baekhyun's mouth opened and closed and he stuttered as he said, "I–I didn't know what I was doing, I was drunk and my senses were impaired so I—-"

"Give it a rest," Chanyeol breathed before he leaned in close and firmly pressed his lips to Baekhyun's, cutting off his sentence with a surprised hum.

Chanyeol moved his lips against Baekhyun's, and after a moment he felt Baekhyun slowly start to kiss him back before without so much as a notice, he was jerking away from Chanyeol and gasping, "Fuck, what the hell! Stay away from me!" Baekhyun cried as he spun around on his heel and ran out of the room.

He raced down the stairs and out the front door, completely obvious to the fact that he was shoeless and running away in nothing but a baggy shirt and a pair of boxers. He kept running until he found a cab, and when he was finally in the safety of his apartment the night before gradually rushed over him and he remembered every little single detail, and feeling suddenly sick he raced into the bathroom.

He threw up the little food he had in his stomach before collapsing onto his bed, and sleeping the time away before he had to ready himself for work the next day.

Word count: 1,224

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