lost in space (lost in your eyes)
Author: ANONYMOUS
Prompt #: 275
Title: lost in space (lost in your eyes)
Word Counts: 3828
Side Pairing(s): none
Rating: PG-15
Warning(s): swearing, sexual language
Disclaimer: The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Chanyeol has made many bad decisions in his life, but maybe letting a Venusian beauty steal his ship wasn't one of them.
Author's Note: I probably took this prompt a bit too liberally, but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry for all of you who don't know mass effect :( but hopefully, at least one person will get some joy out of this. Sorry if this is a disappointment prompter :( This was actually nice to write though, so hopefully I can continue this as an AU in future. Thanks to sweetpea for the beta help.
“I swear if you scratch the paint reversing out of this dock the Commander will kill us.”
“I’m not going to scratch the paint Jongdae.”
“Hah!” Jongdae laughed, almost dropping his rifle. “That’s what you said last time and then you hit that fucking piece of shrapnel.”
Chanyeol scratched the back of his head, sheepishly. “That wasn’t entirely -“
“Do you know how big space is Chanyeol?” Jongdae asked, condescension dripping from his words. “Big. It’s called space. And you hit something in it.”
“Hey, it was coming at me!” Chanyeol defended.
“Of course it was coming at you, it was in the orbit of a moon!”
“Well of -“
“You two shut up before I shove you in the storage compartment!” Kyungsoo barked from his end of the hanger. As their de-facto engineer, he was currently talking with the mechanics in charge of checking the mass effect core for wear and tear.
“Yeah, we need that storage for useful things. Like fuel.” Sehun added from behind the ship, apparently in mid-conversation with the technicians responsible for the refuelling of the thrusters. “Not for you idiots.”
“I am going to lodge a complaint with the Captain for discrimination!” Jongdae shouted back, flipping the bird at any of the two who would look his way, including some offended mechanics.
“And I will choose to ignore it.” Joonmyun added as he passed them by, heading towards the exit to the hanger. “Come kids, they’re almost done. Let’s get out of their hair.”
Chanyeol laughed at Jongdae’s expense. “Discrimination for what? You’re not a Batarian, moron.”
“I’m glad I’m not, or else I would have four eyes to stare at your ugly face with - ow!” Kyungsoo punched him in the arm. Chanyeol was going to laugh, but then Kyungsoo punched him too.
“Stop! Why are you so filled with hate!”
“Because you drove away our mechanic, and now I have to do this shit. Now come before I biotic toss you through the doors myself.” Kyungsoo followed Joonmyun out of the hanger with Sehun close on his heels.
“Fine, fine.” Jongdae murmured, rubbing at his injured arm. Chanyeol holstered his rifle on his back, eyeing a small group of asari who were clustered around the hanger doors leading into the rest room. They appeared to be mercenaries.
“Look Jongdae, your favourite.” Chanyeol nudged him as they began walking towards them.
Jongdae looked ahead and then sighed wistfully.
“I don’t understand how they don’t do it for you man.” Jongdae vainly brushed his hair back in an attempt to look more presentable and Chanyeol scoffed. “I mean look at them.”
The asari were beautiful as a species - long-limbed and elegant, skin in a variety of beautiful cold colours, and exotic skin markings from stripes to freckles - and it’s not like Chanyeol couldn’t appreciate them. He’d even had a bit of a fling with one, once, which he didn’t expect considering his alignment. A young asari who was well into her Maiden phase, dancing at a club on Venus. She was exquisite, but she only ended up capturing his attention for a short period of time before it was stolen away.
“I never said they don’t do it for me…” Chanyeol scratched his chin absentmindedly, looking over the group of asari and admiring their skin - ranging from lilac to periwinkle. “But they’re so… female.”
“Oh yes, I forgot. No woman will do it for you. You’re a rampant homosexual.” Jongdae replied flatly.
“Even if I am a ‘rampant homosexual’ - “ Chanyeol used fingerquotes “It doesn’t mean anything male is going to do it for me.”
“So what, no Turian dick in your dreams then? Quarian?” Jongdae dusted off his armor, preening himself like one of those bird’s of paradise back on Earth.
“I don’t even know if Turians have dicks.” Chanyeol eased his way past the asari group, trying not to make eye contact.
“Don’t look at me, I try not to make myself familiar with the junk of aliens. Well, except for one. Seeya nerd.” Jongdae made a half-hearted salute before turning on his heel and easing his way into the group of asari. “Hello ladies.”
Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell”.
He was going to tell Sehun in excruciating detail how lame his best friend was. Maybe he could get the younger marine to embarrass the living shit out of him before they had to go.
However, his nefarious plans were halted when he heard a commotion behind him.
“Oh - sorry, man - wait, aren’t you -?”
“What.”
Chanyeol swears he could feel his ears prick to attention. He had heard that voice before, on Venus. The weekend had been crazy, he can barely remember half what happened, but he remembered that voice. In fact, it was because of that voice that he crashed into that space-junk in the first place and ditched his asari fling.
“You’re that guy.”
“Baekhyun, do you know this guy?” One of the asari asked.
“I don’t think -“
By that point Chanyeol had already turned around and begun staring.
Just as he thought, the owner of the voice was Baekhyun - that fucker who filled his weekend with so many alien drinks that he couldn’t remember what solar system they were in, made him crash their ship into wreckage, dislocated his shoulder, and then sucked him off in a spaceport bathroom.
“Baekhyun?”
But worst of all about that fucking weekend was that by the end of it he had a dented ship, pride, lost his second virginity, and lastly his heart.
Baekhyun stared back at him, blinking in shock. The asari surrounding him looked from between him and the next human intruder with unimpressed eyes.
“Oh. Hi. It’s you.”
Ouch.
“It’s you?” Jongdae winced. “Fucking brutal.”
Baekhyun glared at Jongdae, crossing his arms across his chest. He looked back towards Chanyeol and offered him a tense smile.
“How are you?”
“How am I?” Chanyeol repeated dumbly, parts of his brain misfiring through both confusion, joy and anger.
“Oh boy,” Jongdae whistled. “I’m not sitting through this trainwreck.” He slowly backed out of the group. “I’ll be at the lounge if you need me.” He hastily made his retreat, and Chanyeol could see him making a gesture towards Sehun in the other room.
Baekhyun coughed awkwardly. “Ladies could you give me a minute? I’ll be back shortly. I’ve got this covered.”
The asari surrounding him gave each other pensive looks before one of them gave a wry smile. She had a scar across one cheek and dark blue skin.
“Alright then. See you shortly.” Her voice was surprisingly gruff, but still that melodic tone that all asari seemed to have. She gestured for the rest of the asari to follow after her. One of them seemed to scurry off in Jongdae’s direction.
“So, you’re on Mars now?” Baekhyun asked, his eyes interested. He seemed less tense now that the asari had left them.
“Yeah…” Chanyeol was trying to catch up to the situation he was currently in. “We have a… we had to gather some intel from the Alliance base here.”
He wanted to ask why Baekhyun was here. The last he saw of him was on Venus posing as a prostitute. A situation that proved horrifically embarrassing for him at the time, especially when Baekhyun almost broke his shoulder when he tried to make a move on him. He learned pretty quickly that Baekhyun was not the escort he was posing to be.
It’s not my fault that idiots like you look at me and think you fuck me. He remembered that line the most clearly. Probably because it came right after the pop from his freshly dislocated shoulder.
“Still flying with the Alliance then? Poor boy.” Baekhyun eyed their ship across the hanger. “I see you managed to fix that broken side wing from when I had that joyride.”
“Yeah. I got into so much shit for that. Kyungsoo still won’t forgive me.”
Baekhyun laughed. It sounded like music to his ears. “As you should have. You let some random dude steal an Alliance ship.”
Chanyeol remembers well enough. All it took was one grin from Baekhyun and a flutter of his lashes and Chanyeol was giving him the entire tour. But he also remembers how beautiful he was when he laughed, how they got wasted under the bar counter, how they kissed until his lips went numb.
“And fuck you in it. Across some very expensive equipment.”
Of course Chanyeol remembered that too. It was impossible to forget, really.
His face went scarlet.
“Anyway.” He cleared his throat loudly, making Baekhyun only grin wider. “How are you. You look… good.”
And he did. It was no help to Chanyeol’s composure that Baekhyun was wearing skin-tight leather across his whole body. It highlighted his physical features clearly, down from his thick thighs and wide hips to his even wider shoulders. Those bullshit biotic suits had no place on bodies such as Baekhyun’s. They should just stay on the asari where they belong.
Maybe this was how Jongdae felt whenever he looked at the asari. Suddenly Jongdae’s intense thirst for asari made more sense to him.
Surprisingly, Baekhyun’s face flushed at the compliment and he smiled to himself. “You’re about as subtle as an elcor, Chanyeol.”
“Shut up.”
“’You look good’ he said with barely restrained sexual frustration.” Baekhyun mimicked in his best impression of an elcor’s emotionless tone. Chanyeol shoved him in retaliation.
Baekhyun laughed, his eyes doing that horrible thing where they looked like stars. Like the stars they were surrounded by when they lay in Starboard Observation room and they talked in-between drinks.
Something clicked in the back of Chanyeol’s mind.
“You called me Chanyeol.” Baekhyun gave him a quizzical look. “You remembered my name.”
“Yeah?” Baekhyun seemed confused. His eyes drifted to the side and then returned to Chanyeol’s. He looked suddenly uncomfortable.
“Well of course I did.” Something seemed to come over the shorter male, and Baekhyun edged closer to him, almost close enough that he could feel his breath. It reminded him of the moment Baekhyun had bewitched him back on Venus, and essentially stolen his ship. “I wouldn’t forget what I did to you. What we did.”
Chanyeol choked on his own saliva, trying to avoid eye contact with the shorter man in front of him. It must have looked stupid, someone of his height avoiding the gaze of someone a head smaller.
“You have no chill,” Chanyeol whined. He looked around the hanger to make sure no one was watching him slowly crash and burn.
“I have no chill,” Baekhyun agreed, boldly grabbing a hold of Chanyeol’s hand and bringing it down to hip level. “Look at me.” Something was off about his voice. It felt… pressed.
Chanyeol gingerly looked down at Baekhyun. His eyes were solid like stone. “Do you remember what we talked about, that one time in that star room?”
Chanyeol didn’t even need a moment to remember. He had been recalling their conversations for weeks, trying to remember any part of Baekhyun that he could.
The specifics of what they spoke about where lost on him, mostly because of the haze of drunkenness and being lovesick. But he remembered pieces; Baekhyun definitely wasn’t a prostitute, he was something a lot more dangerous than that. He was capable, knew his way around a gun, biotics. He had scars across his ribs, Chanyeol remembers mapping them with his tongue when he pushed him against the bar counter. Most of all, Baekhyun never stuck around to create attachments.
Chanyeol could attest to that through first-hand experience. The only thing he got as a goodbye was a kiss blown through a spacecraft window.
“Mostly.” Chanyeol said instead. He was unwilling to let Baekhyun know how much of an affect he had really had on him.
“Do you remember what’s here?” Baekhyun places Chanyeol’s hand on his left hip. Chanyeol feels his heart skip a beat, and arousal spike through his blood.
“A tattoo.” It was a blue sun. He remembers how it rested just under the crest of his hipbone.
“And do you know what it means, Chanyeol.” Baekhyun asked carefully, so quietly that it would have been impossible for anyone else to hear him.
Chanyeol couldn’t resist the urge to tighten his grip around Baekhyun’s hip. The bones of his pelvis were hard against his palm and it dragged him right back into that moment when Baekhyun was above him, pushing between his legs.
“I think so,” Chanyeol responds hoarsely. He remembered reading in a file somewhere that the mercenary group, the Blue Suns, had tattoos somewhere on their body. Jongdae liked to call him stupid, but he could put two and two together.
“Okay.” Baekhyun breathes out heavily through his nose. “And how do you feel about that?” Baekhyun chances a look around Chanyeol’s shoulder. Strangely he lifts his other hand to rest against Chanyeol’s neck. He can feel his skin break out into a sweat.
Chanyeol swallows hard. “Well I mean… fine? Why would I have an issue with that?” He took a chance and brushed a stray hair out of Baekhyun’s eyes. He wanted to touch him so badly. He could see a smile flitter across Baekhyun’s face, but he quickly repressed it. “What’s up with you?”
“My colleagues are looking over here. In my line of work we aren’t really… encouraged to have relationships.” Baekhyun maintained strict eye contact with Chanyeol, obviously avoiding looking elsewhere. “You know, unless we’re trying to get something.”
“You could probably get anything out of me, if you wanted to,” Chanyeol confessed. Baekhyun looked at the ground, keeping a smile to himself.
“That’s good to know.”
Chanyeol chanced a look behind him. One of the asari was looking over in their direction.
“Here.” Chanyeol quickly tugged Baekhyun behind some freight boxes and machinery. “Now you’ve got - “
Baekhyun immediately pulled Chanyeol down by the back of the head and kissed him. Chanyeol almost fell over from the shock. He grappled for purchase on one of the containers next to him and managed to keep himself vertical. Baekhyun pulled away after a few moments.
“Are you going to kiss me back, or - “
Chanyeol held Baekhyun’s cheeks and angled his face up towards him. He wasn’t sure how long exactly it had been since he last saw Baekhyun, probably a few weeks, but he kissed him like he hadn’t seen him in years.
Baekhyun whimpered into his mouth - the same sound he had made when he bottomed out between Chanyeol’s legs - and Chanyeol’s head spun. Baekhyun pulled him further down and bit at lip.
Baekhyun was going to make him do something stupid. He didn’t know it was possible to be so into someone after such a short period of time.
Without warning Chanyeol pulled away. “Why did you leave?” Chanyeol breathed, brushing his thumb across Baekhyun’s cheek. Baekhyun’s eyelashes fluttered at the touch. That question had been on his mind since the last second he had seen him.
Baekhyun laughed incredulously. “I wasn’t going to wait around to be locked up in an Alliance jail for stealing a ship, Chanyeol, no matter how cute you are.”
“I could of -“
Baekhyun tapped his cheek gently, offering him a smile. “You’re sweet, but I really can get arrested by the Alliance. I’m a mercenary, and… the Blue Suns don’t always do things legally.”
“Right.” Chanyeol’s fingers absentmindedly traced the curve of Baekhyun’s lower back, mulling the answer over in his head. He was still trying to come to terms with that feeling of rejection he had after Baekhyun had left.
The hangar was starting to empty of mechanics and technicians, which means they had to leave soon. He wasn’t ready for Baekhyun to disappear again, as stupid as it sounded. He had never met someone, alien or otherwise, like him. He always thought love at first sight was a stupid idea, but maybe….
Baekhyun squirmed in his arms, seemingly disturbed by Chanyeol’s thoughtful silence.
“I would have come back to find you again one day, you know.” Baekhyun added, pulling away from
Chanyeol’s embrace. “I’ve said that to a lot of people, but I mean it this time.”
Chanyeol felt like his stomach were a pit of hanar; their tentacles rising up to wrap around his heart and squeezing.
“I don’t make attachments. Infiltrators are advised against it; we look for too many secrets.” Baekhyun finished off his drink and chucked it into the corner of the room. “Plus let’s just say that war orphans aren’t good at the whole trusting people thing.” Baekhyun rolled over rested on Chanyeol’s naked chest.
“You’re a war orphan?” Chanyeol brushed his hand through Baekhyun’s sweaty hair. His skin was glowing from the light of space coming through the Starbaord Observation windows. God, he was beautiful.
“Yeah. Lost my family pretty young and then I was shipped off to a facility. Ascension Project, you should know about it.”
“Yeah, the Alliance got involved with that. I know a few marines who came out of that.”
“Hah,” Baekhyun scoffed, seemingly unimpressed. He begun biting at Chanyeol’s ribs; Chanyeol held his breath. “I can’t believe I’m fucking an Alliance. I hate you guys.”
“You seem to be enjoying it.” Chanyeol couldn’t resist any longer and pulled Baekhyun up until he could seal his lips against his throat.
“Can’t complain.” Baekhyun’s bravado faltered as his breath stuttered. Something hard and hot was pressing up against his hip and he was more than ready for a second go. Baekhyun quickly pinned Chanyeol’s shoulders to the steel spaceship floor and sat on his stomach.
There was something so unguarded, so soft in Baekhyun’s expression in that moment. Chanyeol wouldn’t mind if their ship got lost in space forever, as long as he had Baekhyun with him.
“Maybe you’re just special.”
Unknowingly he had stopped Baekhyun from pulling away, wrapping an arm around his waist. All the emotions swarming inside of him were climbing up his throat, pushing him to say something. It was probably going to be something incredibly stupid.
“I’m probably fucking this up, but I might be in love with you.”
God, it was stupid.
Baekhyun stared back at him for a moment before thankfully smiling back at him. “I’ve heard that a lot.” He seemed distracted, looking around them for any signs of intruders.
Chanyeol wasn’t going to give up, not now. “Well then I guess you have to hear it again.” Baekhyun was still looking around the hangar, so Chanyeol held him by the chin and made him look at him. Baekhyun seemed surprised at the gesture. “So what happens now? You run off with my ship again and leave me standing at some spaceport like an idiot?”
That seemed to get a chuckle out of the shorter man. “Maybe. You’re not going to like what I have to say.”
“Try me.”
Baekhyun leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, trying to soften the blow. “I need your ship.”
“You can’t be serious!” Chanyeol squawked, arms flailing. “I got in so much trouble the last time - you left me in the middle of nowhere - you left!”
“I know, I know.” Baekhyun didn’t seem all that sympathetic, instead lightly punching Chanyeol in the shoulder. “But I need it. I have places to be.”
“You have places - it’s an Alliance ship! It’s not even mine.”
“That didn’t stop you last time,” Baekhyun recalled. “’Hey babe, come and look at my ship.’”
Chanyeol’s cheeks went pink. “Don’t bring that back up. You already made me pay for that.” He rubbed at his shoulder remembering the pain quite clearly.
Baekhyun smirked at him, before sighing wistfully. “Well look, I’ll be honest with you. Either you give me your ship or I steal it like I did last time.”
“You wouldn’t,” Chanyeol challenged. His eyes narrowed. Baekhyun laughed good naturedly before pulling something out from his side pack.
“I already have.” He flashed Chanyeol’s masterkey between his fingers.
“You shit!” Chanyeol padded down his side and sure enough, his card was missing. Baekhyun grinned at him before turning and walking towards the direction of his ship. “I won’t let you take it!”
“What, you going to throw yourself on the dock landing again like last time?” Baekhyun flashed a grin over his shoulder, not even remotely halting in his walk towards the spacecraft.
“What if I say yes!” Chanyeol shouter back. It was futile stopping Baekhyun at this point. He wouldn’t be able to take that card from him even if he used force.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to let you in like last time too.” Baekhyun stopped at the loading dock of his ship and turned around to look at him across the hangar. “I can’t have you dying in the vacuum of space.”
“Oh you’re so noble!”
After making sure that there was no one else in the hangar, Baekhyun swiped the mastercard on the scan panel. The doors of the spacecraft quickly opened up with a hydraulic hiss; the boarding ramp extending out ready to take on passengers.
“So Chanyeol.” Baekhyun tossed the card up in the air, catching it every time. “Are you going to throw yourself on the landing gear again and we can repeat that whole process. Or -“ His eyes were alight with mischief and promise, and Chanyeol’s stomach felt like it was made of nothing but air. “Are you just going to come with me?”
Chanyeol should have been appalled at Baekhyun’s behaviour. He was essentially stealing his ship, with no thought into how much shit Chanyeol could get into, again. Plus with the ship gone the others would have to wait a day for another ride to be sent to Mars.
But somehow, Chanyeol didn’t care. Staring at Baekhyun across the hangar, poised next to the spacecraft in his skintight biotic suit with a gun at his hip, Chanyeol felt like he was looking at a crossroads instead.
And down the one path there was perhaps something lifechanging. There was Baekhyun with his wit, his scars and his adventures.
It was hardly a choice.
Chanyeol begun walking towards Baekhyun. His heavy military issue boots echoed across the metal floor, sealing his fate with every step. “So where are we going?”
Baekhyun grinned, trying to hide his relief behind his smile. He put the milky way to shame in how bright it appeared in Chanyeol’s eyes. “Omega.” Baekhyun reached out a hand to help Chanyeol on board.
“Omega’s a shithole.” Chanyeol groaned once the doors hissed closed behind them. Without hesitation his hands went straight to Baekhyun’s hips, holding him close. Now that he had him he wasn’t about to let him go.
“It is,” Baekhyun agreed. “But I can still show you a good time soldier.”
Chanyeol had no doubt about that.
-
“Uh, Captain.”
“Yes, Jongdae?”
“I think that guy stole our ship again.”
“What?!”
Prompt #: 275
Title: lost in space (lost in your eyes)
Word Counts: 3828
Side Pairing(s): none
Rating: PG-15
Warning(s): swearing, sexual language
Disclaimer: The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Chanyeol has made many bad decisions in his life, but maybe letting a Venusian beauty steal his ship wasn't one of them.
Author's Note: I probably took this prompt a bit too liberally, but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry for all of you who don't know mass effect :( but hopefully, at least one person will get some joy out of this. Sorry if this is a disappointment prompter :( This was actually nice to write though, so hopefully I can continue this as an AU in future. Thanks to sweetpea for the beta help.
“I swear if you scratch the paint reversing out of this dock the Commander will kill us.”
“I’m not going to scratch the paint Jongdae.”
“Hah!” Jongdae laughed, almost dropping his rifle. “That’s what you said last time and then you hit that fucking piece of shrapnel.”
Chanyeol scratched the back of his head, sheepishly. “That wasn’t entirely -“
“Do you know how big space is Chanyeol?” Jongdae asked, condescension dripping from his words. “Big. It’s called space. And you hit something in it.”
“Hey, it was coming at me!” Chanyeol defended.
“Of course it was coming at you, it was in the orbit of a moon!”
“Well of -“
“You two shut up before I shove you in the storage compartment!” Kyungsoo barked from his end of the hanger. As their de-facto engineer, he was currently talking with the mechanics in charge of checking the mass effect core for wear and tear.
“Yeah, we need that storage for useful things. Like fuel.” Sehun added from behind the ship, apparently in mid-conversation with the technicians responsible for the refuelling of the thrusters. “Not for you idiots.”
“I am going to lodge a complaint with the Captain for discrimination!” Jongdae shouted back, flipping the bird at any of the two who would look his way, including some offended mechanics.
“And I will choose to ignore it.” Joonmyun added as he passed them by, heading towards the exit to the hanger. “Come kids, they’re almost done. Let’s get out of their hair.”
Chanyeol laughed at Jongdae’s expense. “Discrimination for what? You’re not a Batarian, moron.”
“I’m glad I’m not, or else I would have four eyes to stare at your ugly face with - ow!” Kyungsoo punched him in the arm. Chanyeol was going to laugh, but then Kyungsoo punched him too.
“Stop! Why are you so filled with hate!”
“Because you drove away our mechanic, and now I have to do this shit. Now come before I biotic toss you through the doors myself.” Kyungsoo followed Joonmyun out of the hanger with Sehun close on his heels.
“Fine, fine.” Jongdae murmured, rubbing at his injured arm. Chanyeol holstered his rifle on his back, eyeing a small group of asari who were clustered around the hanger doors leading into the rest room. They appeared to be mercenaries.
“Look Jongdae, your favourite.” Chanyeol nudged him as they began walking towards them.
Jongdae looked ahead and then sighed wistfully.
“I don’t understand how they don’t do it for you man.” Jongdae vainly brushed his hair back in an attempt to look more presentable and Chanyeol scoffed. “I mean look at them.”
The asari were beautiful as a species - long-limbed and elegant, skin in a variety of beautiful cold colours, and exotic skin markings from stripes to freckles - and it’s not like Chanyeol couldn’t appreciate them. He’d even had a bit of a fling with one, once, which he didn’t expect considering his alignment. A young asari who was well into her Maiden phase, dancing at a club on Venus. She was exquisite, but she only ended up capturing his attention for a short period of time before it was stolen away.
“I never said they don’t do it for me…” Chanyeol scratched his chin absentmindedly, looking over the group of asari and admiring their skin - ranging from lilac to periwinkle. “But they’re so… female.”
“Oh yes, I forgot. No woman will do it for you. You’re a rampant homosexual.” Jongdae replied flatly.
“Even if I am a ‘rampant homosexual’ - “ Chanyeol used fingerquotes “It doesn’t mean anything male is going to do it for me.”
“So what, no Turian dick in your dreams then? Quarian?” Jongdae dusted off his armor, preening himself like one of those bird’s of paradise back on Earth.
“I don’t even know if Turians have dicks.” Chanyeol eased his way past the asari group, trying not to make eye contact.
“Don’t look at me, I try not to make myself familiar with the junk of aliens. Well, except for one. Seeya nerd.” Jongdae made a half-hearted salute before turning on his heel and easing his way into the group of asari. “Hello ladies.”
Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell”.
He was going to tell Sehun in excruciating detail how lame his best friend was. Maybe he could get the younger marine to embarrass the living shit out of him before they had to go.
However, his nefarious plans were halted when he heard a commotion behind him.
“Oh - sorry, man - wait, aren’t you -?”
“What.”
Chanyeol swears he could feel his ears prick to attention. He had heard that voice before, on Venus. The weekend had been crazy, he can barely remember half what happened, but he remembered that voice. In fact, it was because of that voice that he crashed into that space-junk in the first place and ditched his asari fling.
“You’re that guy.”
“Baekhyun, do you know this guy?” One of the asari asked.
“I don’t think -“
By that point Chanyeol had already turned around and begun staring.
Just as he thought, the owner of the voice was Baekhyun - that fucker who filled his weekend with so many alien drinks that he couldn’t remember what solar system they were in, made him crash their ship into wreckage, dislocated his shoulder, and then sucked him off in a spaceport bathroom.
“Baekhyun?”
But worst of all about that fucking weekend was that by the end of it he had a dented ship, pride, lost his second virginity, and lastly his heart.
Baekhyun stared back at him, blinking in shock. The asari surrounding him looked from between him and the next human intruder with unimpressed eyes.
“Oh. Hi. It’s you.”
Ouch.
“It’s you?” Jongdae winced. “Fucking brutal.”
Baekhyun glared at Jongdae, crossing his arms across his chest. He looked back towards Chanyeol and offered him a tense smile.
“How are you?”
“How am I?” Chanyeol repeated dumbly, parts of his brain misfiring through both confusion, joy and anger.
“Oh boy,” Jongdae whistled. “I’m not sitting through this trainwreck.” He slowly backed out of the group. “I’ll be at the lounge if you need me.” He hastily made his retreat, and Chanyeol could see him making a gesture towards Sehun in the other room.
Baekhyun coughed awkwardly. “Ladies could you give me a minute? I’ll be back shortly. I’ve got this covered.”
The asari surrounding him gave each other pensive looks before one of them gave a wry smile. She had a scar across one cheek and dark blue skin.
“Alright then. See you shortly.” Her voice was surprisingly gruff, but still that melodic tone that all asari seemed to have. She gestured for the rest of the asari to follow after her. One of them seemed to scurry off in Jongdae’s direction.
“So, you’re on Mars now?” Baekhyun asked, his eyes interested. He seemed less tense now that the asari had left them.
“Yeah…” Chanyeol was trying to catch up to the situation he was currently in. “We have a… we had to gather some intel from the Alliance base here.”
He wanted to ask why Baekhyun was here. The last he saw of him was on Venus posing as a prostitute. A situation that proved horrifically embarrassing for him at the time, especially when Baekhyun almost broke his shoulder when he tried to make a move on him. He learned pretty quickly that Baekhyun was not the escort he was posing to be.
It’s not my fault that idiots like you look at me and think you fuck me. He remembered that line the most clearly. Probably because it came right after the pop from his freshly dislocated shoulder.
“Still flying with the Alliance then? Poor boy.” Baekhyun eyed their ship across the hanger. “I see you managed to fix that broken side wing from when I had that joyride.”
“Yeah. I got into so much shit for that. Kyungsoo still won’t forgive me.”
Baekhyun laughed. It sounded like music to his ears. “As you should have. You let some random dude steal an Alliance ship.”
Chanyeol remembers well enough. All it took was one grin from Baekhyun and a flutter of his lashes and Chanyeol was giving him the entire tour. But he also remembers how beautiful he was when he laughed, how they got wasted under the bar counter, how they kissed until his lips went numb.
“And fuck you in it. Across some very expensive equipment.”
Of course Chanyeol remembered that too. It was impossible to forget, really.
His face went scarlet.
“Anyway.” He cleared his throat loudly, making Baekhyun only grin wider. “How are you. You look… good.”
And he did. It was no help to Chanyeol’s composure that Baekhyun was wearing skin-tight leather across his whole body. It highlighted his physical features clearly, down from his thick thighs and wide hips to his even wider shoulders. Those bullshit biotic suits had no place on bodies such as Baekhyun’s. They should just stay on the asari where they belong.
Maybe this was how Jongdae felt whenever he looked at the asari. Suddenly Jongdae’s intense thirst for asari made more sense to him.
Surprisingly, Baekhyun’s face flushed at the compliment and he smiled to himself. “You’re about as subtle as an elcor, Chanyeol.”
“Shut up.”
“’You look good’ he said with barely restrained sexual frustration.” Baekhyun mimicked in his best impression of an elcor’s emotionless tone. Chanyeol shoved him in retaliation.
Baekhyun laughed, his eyes doing that horrible thing where they looked like stars. Like the stars they were surrounded by when they lay in Starboard Observation room and they talked in-between drinks.
Something clicked in the back of Chanyeol’s mind.
“You called me Chanyeol.” Baekhyun gave him a quizzical look. “You remembered my name.”
“Yeah?” Baekhyun seemed confused. His eyes drifted to the side and then returned to Chanyeol’s. He looked suddenly uncomfortable.
“Well of course I did.” Something seemed to come over the shorter male, and Baekhyun edged closer to him, almost close enough that he could feel his breath. It reminded him of the moment Baekhyun had bewitched him back on Venus, and essentially stolen his ship. “I wouldn’t forget what I did to you. What we did.”
Chanyeol choked on his own saliva, trying to avoid eye contact with the shorter man in front of him. It must have looked stupid, someone of his height avoiding the gaze of someone a head smaller.
“You have no chill,” Chanyeol whined. He looked around the hanger to make sure no one was watching him slowly crash and burn.
“I have no chill,” Baekhyun agreed, boldly grabbing a hold of Chanyeol’s hand and bringing it down to hip level. “Look at me.” Something was off about his voice. It felt… pressed.
Chanyeol gingerly looked down at Baekhyun. His eyes were solid like stone. “Do you remember what we talked about, that one time in that star room?”
Chanyeol didn’t even need a moment to remember. He had been recalling their conversations for weeks, trying to remember any part of Baekhyun that he could.
The specifics of what they spoke about where lost on him, mostly because of the haze of drunkenness and being lovesick. But he remembered pieces; Baekhyun definitely wasn’t a prostitute, he was something a lot more dangerous than that. He was capable, knew his way around a gun, biotics. He had scars across his ribs, Chanyeol remembers mapping them with his tongue when he pushed him against the bar counter. Most of all, Baekhyun never stuck around to create attachments.
Chanyeol could attest to that through first-hand experience. The only thing he got as a goodbye was a kiss blown through a spacecraft window.
“Mostly.” Chanyeol said instead. He was unwilling to let Baekhyun know how much of an affect he had really had on him.
“Do you remember what’s here?” Baekhyun places Chanyeol’s hand on his left hip. Chanyeol feels his heart skip a beat, and arousal spike through his blood.
“A tattoo.” It was a blue sun. He remembers how it rested just under the crest of his hipbone.
“And do you know what it means, Chanyeol.” Baekhyun asked carefully, so quietly that it would have been impossible for anyone else to hear him.
Chanyeol couldn’t resist the urge to tighten his grip around Baekhyun’s hip. The bones of his pelvis were hard against his palm and it dragged him right back into that moment when Baekhyun was above him, pushing between his legs.
“I think so,” Chanyeol responds hoarsely. He remembered reading in a file somewhere that the mercenary group, the Blue Suns, had tattoos somewhere on their body. Jongdae liked to call him stupid, but he could put two and two together.
“Okay.” Baekhyun breathes out heavily through his nose. “And how do you feel about that?” Baekhyun chances a look around Chanyeol’s shoulder. Strangely he lifts his other hand to rest against Chanyeol’s neck. He can feel his skin break out into a sweat.
Chanyeol swallows hard. “Well I mean… fine? Why would I have an issue with that?” He took a chance and brushed a stray hair out of Baekhyun’s eyes. He wanted to touch him so badly. He could see a smile flitter across Baekhyun’s face, but he quickly repressed it. “What’s up with you?”
“My colleagues are looking over here. In my line of work we aren’t really… encouraged to have relationships.” Baekhyun maintained strict eye contact with Chanyeol, obviously avoiding looking elsewhere. “You know, unless we’re trying to get something.”
“You could probably get anything out of me, if you wanted to,” Chanyeol confessed. Baekhyun looked at the ground, keeping a smile to himself.
“That’s good to know.”
Chanyeol chanced a look behind him. One of the asari was looking over in their direction.
“Here.” Chanyeol quickly tugged Baekhyun behind some freight boxes and machinery. “Now you’ve got - “
Baekhyun immediately pulled Chanyeol down by the back of the head and kissed him. Chanyeol almost fell over from the shock. He grappled for purchase on one of the containers next to him and managed to keep himself vertical. Baekhyun pulled away after a few moments.
“Are you going to kiss me back, or - “
Chanyeol held Baekhyun’s cheeks and angled his face up towards him. He wasn’t sure how long exactly it had been since he last saw Baekhyun, probably a few weeks, but he kissed him like he hadn’t seen him in years.
Baekhyun whimpered into his mouth - the same sound he had made when he bottomed out between Chanyeol’s legs - and Chanyeol’s head spun. Baekhyun pulled him further down and bit at lip.
Baekhyun was going to make him do something stupid. He didn’t know it was possible to be so into someone after such a short period of time.
Without warning Chanyeol pulled away. “Why did you leave?” Chanyeol breathed, brushing his thumb across Baekhyun’s cheek. Baekhyun’s eyelashes fluttered at the touch. That question had been on his mind since the last second he had seen him.
Baekhyun laughed incredulously. “I wasn’t going to wait around to be locked up in an Alliance jail for stealing a ship, Chanyeol, no matter how cute you are.”
“I could of -“
Baekhyun tapped his cheek gently, offering him a smile. “You’re sweet, but I really can get arrested by the Alliance. I’m a mercenary, and… the Blue Suns don’t always do things legally.”
“Right.” Chanyeol’s fingers absentmindedly traced the curve of Baekhyun’s lower back, mulling the answer over in his head. He was still trying to come to terms with that feeling of rejection he had after Baekhyun had left.
The hangar was starting to empty of mechanics and technicians, which means they had to leave soon. He wasn’t ready for Baekhyun to disappear again, as stupid as it sounded. He had never met someone, alien or otherwise, like him. He always thought love at first sight was a stupid idea, but maybe….
Baekhyun squirmed in his arms, seemingly disturbed by Chanyeol’s thoughtful silence.
“I would have come back to find you again one day, you know.” Baekhyun added, pulling away from
Chanyeol’s embrace. “I’ve said that to a lot of people, but I mean it this time.”
Chanyeol felt like his stomach were a pit of hanar; their tentacles rising up to wrap around his heart and squeezing.
“I don’t make attachments. Infiltrators are advised against it; we look for too many secrets.” Baekhyun finished off his drink and chucked it into the corner of the room. “Plus let’s just say that war orphans aren’t good at the whole trusting people thing.” Baekhyun rolled over rested on Chanyeol’s naked chest.
“You’re a war orphan?” Chanyeol brushed his hand through Baekhyun’s sweaty hair. His skin was glowing from the light of space coming through the Starbaord Observation windows. God, he was beautiful.
“Yeah. Lost my family pretty young and then I was shipped off to a facility. Ascension Project, you should know about it.”
“Yeah, the Alliance got involved with that. I know a few marines who came out of that.”
“Hah,” Baekhyun scoffed, seemingly unimpressed. He begun biting at Chanyeol’s ribs; Chanyeol held his breath. “I can’t believe I’m fucking an Alliance. I hate you guys.”
“You seem to be enjoying it.” Chanyeol couldn’t resist any longer and pulled Baekhyun up until he could seal his lips against his throat.
“Can’t complain.” Baekhyun’s bravado faltered as his breath stuttered. Something hard and hot was pressing up against his hip and he was more than ready for a second go. Baekhyun quickly pinned Chanyeol’s shoulders to the steel spaceship floor and sat on his stomach.
There was something so unguarded, so soft in Baekhyun’s expression in that moment. Chanyeol wouldn’t mind if their ship got lost in space forever, as long as he had Baekhyun with him.
“Maybe you’re just special.”
Unknowingly he had stopped Baekhyun from pulling away, wrapping an arm around his waist. All the emotions swarming inside of him were climbing up his throat, pushing him to say something. It was probably going to be something incredibly stupid.
“I’m probably fucking this up, but I might be in love with you.”
God, it was stupid.
Baekhyun stared back at him for a moment before thankfully smiling back at him. “I’ve heard that a lot.” He seemed distracted, looking around them for any signs of intruders.
Chanyeol wasn’t going to give up, not now. “Well then I guess you have to hear it again.” Baekhyun was still looking around the hangar, so Chanyeol held him by the chin and made him look at him. Baekhyun seemed surprised at the gesture. “So what happens now? You run off with my ship again and leave me standing at some spaceport like an idiot?”
That seemed to get a chuckle out of the shorter man. “Maybe. You’re not going to like what I have to say.”
“Try me.”
Baekhyun leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, trying to soften the blow. “I need your ship.”
“You can’t be serious!” Chanyeol squawked, arms flailing. “I got in so much trouble the last time - you left me in the middle of nowhere - you left!”
“I know, I know.” Baekhyun didn’t seem all that sympathetic, instead lightly punching Chanyeol in the shoulder. “But I need it. I have places to be.”
“You have places - it’s an Alliance ship! It’s not even mine.”
“That didn’t stop you last time,” Baekhyun recalled. “’Hey babe, come and look at my ship.’”
Chanyeol’s cheeks went pink. “Don’t bring that back up. You already made me pay for that.” He rubbed at his shoulder remembering the pain quite clearly.
Baekhyun smirked at him, before sighing wistfully. “Well look, I’ll be honest with you. Either you give me your ship or I steal it like I did last time.”
“You wouldn’t,” Chanyeol challenged. His eyes narrowed. Baekhyun laughed good naturedly before pulling something out from his side pack.
“I already have.” He flashed Chanyeol’s masterkey between his fingers.
“You shit!” Chanyeol padded down his side and sure enough, his card was missing. Baekhyun grinned at him before turning and walking towards the direction of his ship. “I won’t let you take it!”
“What, you going to throw yourself on the dock landing again like last time?” Baekhyun flashed a grin over his shoulder, not even remotely halting in his walk towards the spacecraft.
“What if I say yes!” Chanyeol shouter back. It was futile stopping Baekhyun at this point. He wouldn’t be able to take that card from him even if he used force.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to let you in like last time too.” Baekhyun stopped at the loading dock of his ship and turned around to look at him across the hangar. “I can’t have you dying in the vacuum of space.”
“Oh you’re so noble!”
After making sure that there was no one else in the hangar, Baekhyun swiped the mastercard on the scan panel. The doors of the spacecraft quickly opened up with a hydraulic hiss; the boarding ramp extending out ready to take on passengers.
“So Chanyeol.” Baekhyun tossed the card up in the air, catching it every time. “Are you going to throw yourself on the landing gear again and we can repeat that whole process. Or -“ His eyes were alight with mischief and promise, and Chanyeol’s stomach felt like it was made of nothing but air. “Are you just going to come with me?”
Chanyeol should have been appalled at Baekhyun’s behaviour. He was essentially stealing his ship, with no thought into how much shit Chanyeol could get into, again. Plus with the ship gone the others would have to wait a day for another ride to be sent to Mars.
But somehow, Chanyeol didn’t care. Staring at Baekhyun across the hangar, poised next to the spacecraft in his skintight biotic suit with a gun at his hip, Chanyeol felt like he was looking at a crossroads instead.
And down the one path there was perhaps something lifechanging. There was Baekhyun with his wit, his scars and his adventures.
It was hardly a choice.
Chanyeol begun walking towards Baekhyun. His heavy military issue boots echoed across the metal floor, sealing his fate with every step. “So where are we going?”
Baekhyun grinned, trying to hide his relief behind his smile. He put the milky way to shame in how bright it appeared in Chanyeol’s eyes. “Omega.” Baekhyun reached out a hand to help Chanyeol on board.
“Omega’s a shithole.” Chanyeol groaned once the doors hissed closed behind them. Without hesitation his hands went straight to Baekhyun’s hips, holding him close. Now that he had him he wasn’t about to let him go.
“It is,” Baekhyun agreed. “But I can still show you a good time soldier.”
Chanyeol had no doubt about that.
-
“Uh, Captain.”
“Yes, Jongdae?”
“I think that guy stole our ship again.”
“What?!”