Chanyeol looked helplessly around at the crew members and then took off after Baekhyun at a brisk jog. The kid was surprisingly fast, he realised – it had only been a few seconds between him tearing out of the room like his ass was on fire, and Chanyeol making the decision to follow him, but he was nowhere in the immediate vicinity.
Acting on a hunch, he turned into the bathroom and was rewarded with Baekhyun clinging to the sink for dear life. The tap was still dripping, and so was his hair, so it was obvious that he’d splashed himself and Chanyeol couldn’t help but wonder why. Baekhyun was a spazzy ball of fluff, but it made every day a new adventure. The fact that he made Chanyeol see stars when he came wasn’t a bad side effect either.
Chanyeol slipped inside without being noticed, and padded up behind Baekhyun, back-hugging him by surprise. He tightened his grip when Baekhyun twitched and tried to wiggle away again. “You didn’t think you were getting away that easily, did you?”
“I hoped,” Baekhyun said, somewhat helplessly. Chanyeol met his eyes in the mirror and looked at the way they fit together. He could see why Kris had hired the man so quickly. There was no denying that they looked good together, their bodies in perfect complement to each other. Baekhyun’s straight dark hair and pale skin looked fabulous next to Chanyeol’s bleached-blond mop and tanned body. He wondered what the contrast looked like on camera, and made a mental note to review their screen test at the very least. He’d long since ceased to be titillated by watching porn, and watching himself was often embarrassing, but watchingBaekhyun…
Oh yes, he’d make an exception for Baekhyun.
The silence went on too long and the man in question was trying to squirm away again. Chanyeol held him tighter, drawing him close so swiftly he exhaled on a quiet, “Oof,” before craning his neck to look up at Chanyeol.
“Can I help you?”
“Just because it wasn’t sex, doesn’t mean I don’t need my cool-down cuddle,” Chanyeol said, groping for an excuse. The truth was, he just hadn’t wanted to let Baekhyun go like that. A wicked idea came into his head, and he slipped his right hand down to Baekhyun’s left hip and left it there, waiting to see if he’d been discovered. “But since I’ve got you,” he murmured when he realised Baekhyun wasn’t paying attention to him. “Have you ever watched yourself in the mirror?”
Baekhyun’s brows came together in a frown. “Watched myself do what?”
“Look.” Chanyeol gestured with his chin, and waited until Baekhyun’s eyes focused on the glass before sliding his hand over to cup him through his ridiculously tight costume jeans. Baekhyun’s breath caught at the contact, not expecting it.
“What are you –”
“Watch,” Chanyeol ordered again, and met his eyes in the mirror again before rubbing and squeezing gently. Baekhyun’s cheeks flushed as his mouth fell open and his eyes glazed. Chanyeol still couldn’t believe he claimed he’d never come before their screen test. That was a damn shame, and it was probably due to careless or unfeeling partners. Chanyeol wanted to take each of them out behind the back shed and kick them all in the balls. He watched Baekhyun watching himself becoming aroused and was sure that there had never been a more beautiful sight in the world.
He debated on whether to stop or to finish him there, and then the helpless whimper Baekhyun let out made the decision for him. There was no way he couldn’t finish this, and he paused briefly to unzip his jeans.
Baekhyun, unfortunately, recovered some of his thoughts in the three seconds it took, and stopped him. “Wait, are we allowed?”
Chanyeol, sure he’d heard that wrong, blinked at him. “Excuse me?”
