Beloved Nihilist
They were in trouble, deep trouble and Baekhyun knew that. Chanyeol knew it too, but it wasn’t in his character to show it. As the headmistress stared them down, Chanyeol smiled broadly and Baekhyun chewed on the inside of his lip.
“The other students have gone home,” she said coolly, her eyes sliding from Baekhyun to Chanyeol. “They were able to go home earlier than usual because they didn’t have to stay after class to sweep the rooms and the halls. Do you know why?”
Baekhyun said nothing, and he didn’t need to because Chanyeol did the job for him. “No, why?” Chanyeol asked, full of gall.
“Since you two like to put your hands in dirty places, I thought it would be suitable for you two to clean the entire school,” she said. “I want you to sweep. I want you to clean the desk tops. I want you to take the trash out to the dumpster - every trash bag in every classroom, out to the dumpster. Do I make myself clear?”
Chanyeol nodded with gusto while Baekhyun gulped and nodded quickly. The headmistress thrust brooms toward them, then crossed her arms over her chest.
“You’re being watched. Don’t try anything funny, or else I’ll have you both stay after school tomorrow to clean up again.” She turned and stalked off, and Baekhyun quickly got to sweeping the floor.
Chanyeol lazily brushed at the linoleum with the bristles of the broom, but Baekhyun paid him no mind because all he could think was that this punishment was only a precursor for what would come to him once he got home. He was positive that the headmistress had gone away to give their parents a call and the thought of it was making his stomach roil itself raw.
Baekhyun swept, back to Chanyeol, in total silence, trying to distract himself by creating a uniform pile of dust and the long, shedded hairs of the girls he attended school with. The task occupied him so much that he hadn’t realized that Chanyeol had sidled up behind him.
Baekhyun only realizes Chanyeol has gotten closer to him when he feels something hard trace the seam on the seat of his pants. He spun around in fright, only to see Chanyeol smiling with tight lips, withdrawing his broom back to his own body.
Baekhyun, already thoroughly peeved with Chanyeol, turned around again but not without giving Chanyeol a warning look. He hadn’t been sweeping again for a full minute before Chanyeol pressed the broom handle to his ass again, this time with more force.
“Would you stop?” Baekhyun snapped, turning to face Chanyeol again. The way Chanyeol is smiling both incenses him and arouses him.
“Your ass has such a nice curve to it,” Chanyeol said in his low, husky voice. Baekhyun clenches his jaw and looks Chanyeol right in the eyes, hoping he’ll get the point and leave him be.
But Chanyeol isn’t one to renege so easily, much to Baekhyun’s chagrin.
Baekhyun wanted to chew Chanyeol apart, reinforce it into him that the reason they were being punished and would continue to be punished once they finally left school grounds is because of Chanyeol’s tendency to be somewhat of an exhibitionist. Because Chanyeol convinced Baekhyun that they’d be able to get away with it, because other people did worse things and never got caught.
Of course, Baekhyun was also to blame, because he voluntarily partook in the activity that would get them into deep trouble, but Chanyeol knew he was easy to influence and took advantage of that the way he always did. Then again, Baekhyun never protested... probably because he was just that easy to take advantage of. He didn’t know who to be angry at so he’d just be angry at Chanyeol.
“Stop paying attention to me and just do what you were told to do,” Baekhyun said finally. Chanyeol took a few steps towards him and although his mind is telling him to step back, he stands his ground. Try as he might, he can’t help but find himself entranced by Chanyeol’s allure, all six feet and some odd inches of pure, unadulterated sexual energy.
“We never finished what we started earlier,” Chanyeol said, his voice at a near-whisper. Baekhyun’s eyes dart around as Chanyeol backs him into a wall, one hand bracing against Baekhyun’s shoulder and the other on the button of his black uniform trousers.
Chanyeol kisses him as his long fingers work open Baekhyun’s pants; Baekhyun kisses back but keeps his eyes open so that he can stare through the door down the hall and make sure the headmistress isn’t coming to check on them. That’s the problem with Chanyeol; he’ll initiate heavy petting in the most inappropriate of places without regard for how nervous it makes Baekhyun - after all, it’s that nervous tension that turns him on the most.
Chanyeol’s hand slips into his pants in one fluid motion and in no time is stroking Baekhyun even to semi-hardness; Chanyeol doesn’t necessarily want him to finish as much as he wants to continue until it’s almost certain that they’re about to get caught. Baekhyun loses himself quickly, his knees buckling as he shallowly thrusted into Chanyeol’s closed fist. He starts to focus more on trying not to moan when he closes his eyes and tips his head back -- and then his eyes are wide open as he hears clicking footsteps.
“Stop, stop,” Baekhyun whispers, pushing Chanyeol’s arm at the elbow to try to get him to disengage. He’s panicking now, breathing heavily and verging on tears as the footsteps get closer. At any moment, the headmistress will round the corner and catch them in the act and then they’ll be doubly in trouble.
The moment Baekhyun sees the elongated shadow of the headmistress painted longitudinally against the hallway and its wall, Chanyeol swipes his thumb over the head of Baekhyun’s cock -- eliciting a sharp gasp from him -- and removes his hand. Baekhyun quickly jumps away from the wall and leans his broom against it in hopes that the headmistress will assume he’s taking a break and not trying to compose himself and rebutton his pants.
“Byun Baekhyun,” the headmistress says and he freezes; he’s been caught. He snaps the button in place and spins on his heel.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies.
“Has Park Chanyeol been forcing himself on you?”
Baekhyun blanches pale white and Chanyeol snorts in disbelief. “No, no, he hasn’t.”
“You don’t have to lie and protect him,” she says, her voice calm. “Is that what happened today? Now that I think of it, you didn’t look particularly pleased... my God, I’m so sorry. Rest assured, he’ll be dealt with accordingly.”
She glares at Chanyeol as if wordlessly telling him to follow her before she turns and starts out the door. Baekhyun is on the verge of tears, even as Chanyeol smirks and brings the tip of his thumb to his mouth, the thumb that had last touched Baekhyun, and gives it a coy lick. Even though he’s petrified, the action sends shockwaves throughout Baekhyun’s body that last long after the headmistress gives him the okay to go home, only a few square inches of the classroom swept.
Chanyeol doesn’t return to school the next day.
Baekhyun finds himself thinking about Chanyeol out of the blue one night two years later. The memory shocks him, especially because he’d forced himself to forget about Chanyeol in order to stop blaming himself for Chanyeol’s expulsion. It wasn’t his fault, it was the fault of the headmistress thinking that there was no way two boys being (inappropriately) intimate could be consensual. Chanyeol would have been expelled whether he’d been with Baekhyun or not, but Baekhyun had still felt guilty.
Baekhyun wonders what Chanyeol’s doing now. Did his parents, angry and ashamed, force him to enlist and do his two years of mandatory military service with the hopes that he’d come back a man who’d only touch women and not other men? If that was the case, Chanyeol was probably done and headed back home and pretending to be straight when he was anything but. Or maybe his parents didn’t believe a word of what the headmistress told them about why Chanyeol wasn’t allowed back at school and he’d only transferred, taken his college entry examinations, and gone to university. Baekhyun hoped that was the case.
In a way, though, Baekhyun hadn’t forgotten him at all. When they finally befriended each other at the start of their final year of high school, and subsequently came out to each other, they’d made a silent agreement that Chanyeol would be the one to take Baekhyun’s virginity. Knowing who his first would be thrilled him, but he was too nervous to actually act upon it, so Chanyeol agreed to give him time to be ready and Baekhyun agreed to do everything but because they both had needs and needed a way to release them regardless.
Chanyeol was so patient that they never had a chance to consummate this promise they made to each other, and long after he graduated high school, Baekhyun had never thought of or wanted to sleep with someone else.
The promise he’d made with Chanyeol was always on his mind, even when it wasn’t.
A strange sensation akin to the one he feels when he sees someone familiar passes through him a few weeks later as he passes a tall man on the street. He doesn’t give it a second thought until something tells him to glance back.
The man had stopped walking and was watching Baekhyun get farther away from him, Baekhyun realized when he looked over his shoulder. He, too, stopped walking, paralyzed with shock.
“Byun Baekhyun,” comes Chanyeol’s voice from a not-at-all-changed face. He smiles broadly and Baekhyun forgets how to breathe.
“H-hi,” Baekhyun stammers.
“You remember me, don’t you?” Chanyeol asks.
How could I forget? Baekhyun thinks. “Of course I do,” he says instead.
Chanyeol’s toothy grin becomes a warm, closed-mouth smile that Baekhyun can’t help but return.
“So... how’ve you been?” Baekhyun asks over cups of frothy hot cocoa shortly after their reunion.
Chanyeol shrugs. “Nothing special. Finished high school, started college, didn’t like it so I dropped out.” He smiles in spite of Baekhyun’s shocked appearance. “Now I’m working at my uncle’s shop, so I can’t complain.”
“Hm,” Baekhyun responds.
“And you?” Chanyeol asks.
“Oh, I’m in college,” Baekhyun replies. “Undecided major.”
“Wow, the Byun Baekhyun couldn’t make a choice?” Chanyeol says teasingly. Baekhyun purses his lips. “I’m joking but I’m also really surprised because you seemed like you had everything all planned out --”
“I do, I just... things happened and I took my exams late and wasn’t able to pick anything. I get to declare my major next semester,” Baekhyun explains defensively.
“Well, that’s good,” Chanyeol says. Baekhyun takes a deep, calming breath while Chanyeol traces figures into the foam on his hot chocolate.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?” Baekhyun says, deciding it’s his turn to tease.
Chanyeol eyes him, idly bringing a foam-covered finger to his mouth to clean it with his tongue. “Yeah, but you’re not my mom, so hush,” he says.
But Baekhyun is all too focused on what Chanyeol did in between playing with the foam and shooting back a reply at him. He stares at Chanyeol’s hand and thinks of the last time he saw him, when he licked Baekhyun’s precum off his thumb before he followed the headmistress to his expulsion. He crosses his legs tightly at the ankles, hoping to stave off the blood rushing to his pelvis.
“Are you still... into that... thing you were into back in high school?” Baekhyun asks.
“What thing?” Chanyeol questions before it dawns on him. “Oh,” he says with a laugh. “That. Nah, I kind of grew out of it.”
“Really?” Baekhyun says, hoping the lilt in his voice says more Wow, I’m shocked you grew out of it; you seemed to love it so much and less Wow, I wish you hadn’t because I need it right this very minute.
“Yeah. After I got expelled, my parents had a talk with me and basically scared the exhibitionist right out of me,” Chanyeol says, smiling. “Then I realized I could enjoy all that just as much in private, so it didn’t bother me too much.”
“Well, that’s... good, I guess,” Baekhyun says. He brings his cup to his lips and takes a sip.
“Mmhmm. Are you still a virgin?”
Baekhyun wills himself to swallow his hot cocoa instead of spitting it into Chanyeol’s face out of bewilderment. Chanyeol was always brutally blunt but Baekhyun had never gotten used to it. “Um, yep,” he answers once the liquid has cleared his throat.
“Seriously?” Chanyeol asks. Baekhyun nods. “Why?”
“I just... never found the right person,” Baekhyun replies.
Chanyeol nods as he traces his thumb around the rim of his mug, letting the froth collect. “That’s a good enough reason, I think,” he says.
Don’t do it, don’t do it, Baekhyun thinks as Chanyeol brings his thumb to his mouth, and eventually licks all of the foam off.
“Why don’t you just drink it?” Baekhyun says out of frustration.
Chanyeol smiles. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Chanyeol is an incredible liar, Baekhyun muses as he tries to remain still and unknowing even as Chanyeol pushes his hand up the back of his shirt. An elderly woman is sitting next to him, and a young woman with her daughter across from them. Chanyeol picked the worst possible place to pick up where they’d left off two years prior.
Baekhyun stares at the banner ad above the young woman’s head and tries to memorize the phone number as Chanyeol drags his nails down his back. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Chanyeol making faces at the shy little girl clinging to her mother’s hand, and he wonders how Chanyeol can play with children while he drives Baekhyun insane.
He turns his hand and splays it flat against his back and pushes it down the back of Baekhyun’s jeans, causing him to arch his back. He quickly become convex when the old lady next to him gives him a strange look; the last thing he wants is for halmeoni to see him with Chanyeol’s hand halfway down his asscrack.
The train squeals to a stop and more than half of the car stands to leave. As people rush past them, Chanyeol beckons for Baekhyun to ease his hips up and after he does so he regrets it completely.
Chanyeol has his middle finger pressed right again his opening of his ass now, the tip of it just barely inside due to the fact that Baekhyun practically sitting on his hand. The woman and little girl remain across from them, and while the mother is blissfully unaware, swiping her way through an eBook, the daughter is staring questioningly at them.
Baekhyun smiles uncomfortably and shoots Chanyeol a look. “What?” Chanyeol asks, feigning obliviousness, as the train moves off again.
After a half hour of sheer torture, Baekhyun finds himself being thrown into bed and being absolutely ravished. Their teeth collide more than once as they kiss, and Chanyeol’s usually-nimble fingers miss the mark a few times, but no sooner than when they find a happy medium is Chanyeol flipping Baekhyun over and grabbing and pulling him up by the hips and telling him to keep his head against the pillows.
The idea terrifies him but soon has him rolling his eyes back in ecstasy and clawing at the sheets. Chanyeol goes at Baekhyun’s ass with his mouth as if it’s a meal and he hasn’t eaten in days, as if he’s been wanting to do this since the day he met him and wasn’t about to skimp on it now. He digs his fingers into Baekhyun’s hips and makes him whimper as he stiffens his tongue and slips it inside of him once. Baekhyun is panting hard as Chanyeol replaces his mouth with two fingers and something akin to a moan and a laugh escapes Baekhyun’s lips.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he mumbles sleepily.
“I’ve always loved your ass,” Chanyeol says as if in a trance, and it sends electricity shooting up Baekhyun’s spine.
Baekhyun turns around on his knees to face Chanyeol and pushes him until he’s laying back on his elbows, then all but rips Chanyeol’s jeans open to get at his cock. He doesn’t even bother to completely remove his pants before he nearly swallows Chanyeol whole, staring hungrily up at him through his eyelashes. Chanyeol groans deep in his throat and sits up just enough to be able to reach for Baekhyun’s ass, fingering him while Baekhyun makes up for lost time.
It takes a chorus of fuck fuck fucks to get Baekhyun to stop, and then he’s back on all fours with his head against the pillows and his ass to Chanyeol again. Chanyeol enters him slowly but isn’t gentle for long, fucking into Baekhyun with deep, quick thrusts.
Baekhyun moans into the cotton and feathers, cussing and clawing at the sheets. He looks back at Chanyeol as he reaches to stroke his cock, whispering for him to fuck him harder. Chanyeol finally obeys and Baekhyun cries out, calling him all sorts of names and giving up the battle to hold on to what little remnants of his sanity still remained. Chanyeol grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up until his back was almost completely arched and his fingertips could hardly touch the bed, growling into Baekhyun’s ear that he was close, so close, so fucking close --
Chanyeol’s hot breath and husky mumbles were enough to send Baekhyun hurtling over the edge, cumming hot and hard into his hand and onto his stomach. Chanyeol reacted at the site by pushing Baekhyun back onto his hands and knees and pounding him until he, too, came, loud, satisfied groans coming from the both of them. Chanyeol slumped against Baekhyun’s back and sucked hickeys onto his neck, and Baekhyun smiled in satisfaction.
“That was worth the wait,” Chanyeol says once the two have had a chance to catch their breath, and Baekhyun laughs. “What, I mean it.”
“I know you do,” Baekhyun says. “It was just funny because I was thinking the same thing.”
After much silent protest, Chanyeol slips out of him and Baekhyun flips onto his back, pulling Chanyeol into a kiss. They kiss until sleep takes them and they fall asleep together, a tangled, sticky, satisfied mess.
okay let me explain a few things LMAO (1) this is for vee because i tricked her and it was mean i sorry not really (2) title, cut text, and story line inspired by SCANDAL's 'kill the virgin' + lyrics