Tequila Sunrise
Title: Tequila Sunrise
Pairing: Baekyeol
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3K
Warnings: Unbetaed, initially pwp, bareback, rimming, use of latex items.
Summary: Everyone in Las Vegas wants cash; it's awfully easy to steal from them.
A/N: A fic born from listening old music and a recently developed kink for latex. For Fergie and Cla and pretty much everyone who listens to my baekyeol drama every day. Thanks for everything.
“Drive!" Chanyeol orders as he throws his jacket to the back of the car along with the black bag he was carrying.
Baekhyun doesn't really need to be told, he already has the engine started; his black mercedes quietly roaring under him.
Chanyeol removes his mask; black latex with a simple zipper opening for his mouth and mesh for his eyes. Kinky, he would say; just like all of Baekhyun's elections.
He looks at himself in the mirror, his face is sweaty and his hair is sticking all over his forehead and neck. It reminds him of that time he fucked Baekhyun against the glass of his penthouse to satisfy his exhibitionism need. His face had looked exactly like this in the reflection.
He turns to look at Baekhyun and feels his dick twitch in his pants. The boy is driving with his upper back pressed against the seat, the rest of him arching slightly as he reaches for the wheel. Chanyeol thinks he looks wonderful. The whiteness of his skin contrasting with his black leather clothes and the look of pure concentration as he evades cars across Las Vegas Strip are exactly the kind of things that excite Chanyeol; along with the loud moans the other releases when he's being fucked of course.
With adrenaline still thrumming in his veins, and why not his constant devotion for him, Baekhyun looks ethereal; everything around him is blurred. Chanyeol can only focus in how much he wants to devour his boyfriend.
They just assaulted a pawn shop; almost half a million for a known client along with the traded object, lie in back of the car.
Everyone in Las Vegas wants cash; it's awfully easy to steal from them.
"What are we going to do with my baby?" Baekhyun suddenly asks, after long minutes of silence.
"Huh?" He croaks, not getting the question.
"Please don't tell me we're getting rid of my car. You know how attached I'm to it."
"I don't think it'll be necessary. I saw like other five black mercedes in the street as I ran." He's not lying. This is the Sin City, an expensive car is nothing but a shadow among all the others.
"I'm glad." Baekhyun says, obviously pleased with keeping his car. "How are we sending the package to China?"
"We're taking it personally to the client. We need to make a short visit to Korea too." So much drama for the ashes of some general. Not like he cares, as long as they keep the money everything is alright.
They have already left behind the bright neon signs and Mojave Desert is opening in front of them when Baekhyun poses his hand over Chanyeol's knee. "Now, love. How are we dividing the money?"
"The usual." The black haired boy answers as he looks outside. The wind is starting to get cold. "We use the foster house to clean it. They keep one thousand and two thousand go to your account."
"You know, Yeol? God won't forgive us for helping the poor. We're already halfway to hell." Chanyeol's answer gets stuck in his throat. The hand Baekhyun had on his knee had been creeping up to his thigh the whole time and now is pressing against his crotch. "I noticed you got hard in the second you entered the car." The blond boy whispers.
In retaliation to the teasing, Chanyeol holds his hand hand there and starts to move it in circular motions as he thrusts his bulge against it. He wants Baekhyun's pretty hands soiled with his seed.
"Baby, do you want me to fuck you under the starry sky of the desert?" Chanyeol asks, holding Baekhyun's wrist with more force.
Sex after a big hit is always good and Baekhyun can't refuse the offer. He does an aggressive turn and gets out of the main road; the yellow dust of the desert marking his black beauty.
In the second the car stops Chanyeol is pushing his seat to the back, leaving place for Baekhyun; who’s already crawling to the empty space between his legs.
They have been doing this for years but his boyfriend still has the power to make him get goosebumps. Said boyfriend is currently resting his face in the inside of his thigh, nuzzling the bump in his pants. Baekhyun’s making clear he wants to play the submissive character today.
"Chanyeol," He starts as he unzips his pants and pulls at the waistband of his briefs to release his cock. "I love you so much" He mumbles as he strokes him to full hardness, his lips like a ghostly caress.
Baekhyun pulling the foreskin to reveal the head of his dick has him closing his eyes; the first lick to the tip makes him throw his head back; all his muscles straining in pleasure as he gives himself to the pleasure that is Baekhyun’s tongue.
When he opens his eyes again it's because the warmth of around him is gone. He tries to blindly reach for the other and in the midst of the tears of pleasure; his eyes finally focus in his boyfriend. The sight makes his dick twitch with a serie of involuntary spasms; he wants to be inside of him again.
In front of him, crouched between his legs, is his life time lover wearing his discarded latex mask, quietly unzipping the mouth and taking his dick back in his mouth.
Seeing him like this; seeing Baekhyun's face covered and seeing him as a mere object of pleasure -his pleasure- had always been a turn on for Chanyeol. He doesn't fight the impulse any longer. He brings his hands to the head of the other, fingertips pressing against his crain, and then he pushes down until he feels his length being constricted by the other's throat. He stays like that for a moment, enjoying the tightness, before lifting Baekhyun's head, allowing him to breathe and to throw him a pleading look. He decides to please his boyfriend and himself and pushes his dick past pink lips again and thrusts repeatedly as deep as possible.
Baekhyun is gagging, throat undulating around the taller's length, and making wet noises with the saliva accumulating in his mouth. Right now he doesn’t feel like a person. With a mask on, both of them are tools and being Chanyeol's tool is his favorite way to be used.
He's just waiting for Chanyeol to come, ready to swallow everything and taste his scent. Instead Chanyeol pulls out, strings of saliva and precum uniting wet skin with wet skin.
Baekhyun is being held in place by one hand while with the other he tugs himself to completion. In a few seconds he’s coming all over the black mask. The contrast of his come against the shimmery plastic is beautiful in his eyes.
Holding Baekhyun by the nape he pulls up him for a kiss. It's not perfect, the mask getting in the way of Chanyeol's wandering lips. Still, like they usually do, they kiss until their lips are bloodied and totally breathless.
That has always been their signal to move to the next step.
The blond boy can't wait. "Are you keeping your promise, Chanyeol?" He asks as he drops his leather jacket. "You promised to fuck me under the starry sky." He unbuttons his pants and removes his undershirt. Chanyeol's hands claw onto his lover’s hips.
"I think I have a better idea." Chanyeol's deep voice rumbles menacing in his chest. "Turn around." He orders as he moves the smaller boy to the position he wants him in; he's malleable in his hands."You can see the sky behind the windshield as I eat your beautiful ass out. Then, while I fuck you, you can tell me how many stars you can count."
Before he has time to object he's already kneeling in the passenger's seat and bent over the board with his ass right in front of the taller’s his face.
Baekhyun tries to look at the sky of Nevada from behind the mesh of the mask at the same time a pair of big hands separate his cheeks and an open mouthed kiss is pressed right in his core.
They’ve been doing this for years, for longer it would probably be acceptable by the majority of people, but he's sure his biggest sin will be the way he keeps pushing his ass against his lover's face as he's being pleasured by his expert mouth.
Once he heard that oral can be extremely painful, since the tongue is an strong muscle and it's difficult to control. He doesn't think it's painful at all, he's just glad Chanyeol's tongue can reach so deep inside of him. The feeling of the soft and wet appendage inside of him is glorious.
Baekhyun keeps pushing back until he's practically sitting on Chanyeol's face, but as much as he enjoys eating him out, Chanyeol wants to fulfill the rest of his promise.
With a last kiss to Baekhyun's asscheeks he pulls away and straightens the shivering boy so he can whisper in his ear. "Are you ready? Because I want to come inside of you so bad." He grunts against the mask.
Baekhyun pulls at the mask, trying to remove it, but Chanyeol stops him. "I want you to wear it the whole time." He said it before; the contrast of black against Baekhyun's white skin turns him on.
He adjusts the mask again in place and pins his boyfriend's hands to the board. Then he holds Baekhyun's delicious hips and guides him. He makes the other sit on his lap at the same time he lowers him down on his dick.
Baekhyun’s breath hitches once Chanyeol is completely inside of him. His legs are open wide and dangerously in the edge of the seat, but he's sure Chanyeol won't let him slide down.
Chanyeol accommodates Baekhyun's head softly against the board and then the mood changes. The soft hand becomes a claw pressing the blond boy in the space between the board and the windshield and once the thrusts start there's no going back.
Chanyeol is too captivated with the way his dick disappears in the inside if Baekhyun's body. He likes the control he gets from keeping the other’s head pinned and at the same time being able to guide his bottom over and over again to meet him halfway.
All his muscles are burning, the space is too small and cramped. Yet, the weight of his boyfriend's body feels heavenly. He thinks he deserves to come already; his prize for risking his life for the half million.
He releases Baekhyun's head, who seems to be too lost to even think about moving, and holds onto his ribcage to gain more leverage. With his feet firmly planted he lunges forward to Baekhyun's waiting hole.
He's buried to the hilt, so deep that Baekhyun is doing little noises in the back of his throat. Chanyeol smiles, he's making his boyfriend growl. "Does it feel good?" He questions moving his hips in circular motions. "Am I touching the right place?" Each word comes pointed with a thrust against Baekhyun’s prostate.
Baekhyun can't take the teasing anymore, he's about to come and he's sure Chanyeol can't be so far by the way his dick keeps twitching inside him. He starts to clamp around him and the Chanyeol still, “It feels amazing.” He shifts and sits on his boyfriend’s lap again. He’s still wearing the mask and he’s sweating so much, but he doesn’t care. He presses his back against Chanyeol’s chest and begins to ride him. “I just need you to come inside of me.” Baekhyun says close to his ear.
Chanyeol moans, he’s so close. Trying to help the other come, he slides two fingers inside of Baekhyun’s mouth. Once the fingers have been properly sucked he slides them down his chest to pinch Baekhyun’s rossy his nipples; the next movement is to caress the head of his dick and press his nail to the sensitive slit of Baekhyun’s slit. That’s how the blond boy comes, hot sticky shots of cum all over Chanyeol’s palm.
Taking use of the tremors that still run through his lover’s body, Chanyeol thrusts a couple of times more and releases without making a single sound. Trying to gain his breath back, he rests his head on Baekhyun’s back and presses a couple of kisses to the salty skin.
At the end it was him the one who ended with Baekhyun’s seed all over his hands.
A few minutes later he pulls out and makes space so both of them can lie together. Baekhyun refuses to be cleaned and Chanyeol complies, hugging him closer.
They still have a long travel tomorrow.
“Boys? What are you doing here?” Their teacher smiles kindly at them as she peeks under the tablecloth.
“We’re hiding from the monster that scares Baekhyun." Chanyeol answers as he holds onto his sweaty hand. "Miss, please be quiet or he’ll find us.”
"Shut up, Yeol!" He wants to scream. They already think he’s crazy. He doesn’t need their teacher to know about the monster. He just doesn’t want to end like his mother.
“He?” The woman asks confusedly as she bends down to pull them from under the table. She holds Chanyeol’s cheek and then turns to comb Baekhyun’s fringe. It’s such a tender touch, he’s not used to that kind of treatment. “You need to go to bed. You have classes tomorrow.”
Outside, she covers them with her coat and walks them to their dorm. She puts them in their twin bed. “Go to sleep like good kids and tomorrow I’ll buy you strawberry milk” She says as she persignates them. She’s not one of the nuns and her hair has a particular smell of flowers that remains even after he has left the room. It’s comforting, but it’s not enough.
“Yeol,” Baekhyun says after a while, holding his hand under the covers “I’m still scared.”
“Don’t be. I’m here with you.” Then, the taller boy lifts himself up and presses his warm lips against Baekhyun’s moist ones. “I’ll always be here to protect you.”
It had been his first kiss.
Baekhyun wakes up a little exalted, his breath hitting against the skin of Chanyeol's neck. He slept with his head tucked between his boyfriend's shoulder and neck and he's still being caged by his protective arms.
The promise of the boy in his dream is still ringing inside his head. Chanyeol has kept loyal to his word all this time. They haven’t even slept in different beds since that day.
The desert is cold this early in the morning and he’s completely naked except for Chanyeol’s jacket draped over his shoulders. But he can’t bring himself to care because right now Chanyeol is bathed in all the colors of the sunrise and he can’t look away. Baekhyun smiles dumbly. He looks beautiful with all these colors shining in his face; under this light his hair seems to be made of gold.
He doesn’t have the chance to admire him like this very often, so he keeps looking down at him, with his head resting in the back of his hand, until the sky turns of that strawberry golden color that precedes the regular yellow. Like that, Chanyeol's plump lips turn of a particularly attractive pink. Baekhyun licks his lips and softly and presses a kiss to the center of the other's mouth; reminiscing that first kiss Chanyeol gave him when they were only ten.
He's about to retreat when the warm hand that was in his waist stops him. He opens his eyes and sees Chanyeol looking up at him. Adoration is all he sees and he feels like crying.
"You're driving the rest of the way to California." The blond boy mumbles as good morning. He's just trying to kill the tension.
"Whatever you want, love."
Once they get dressed and Baekhyun's sitting in the copilot seat, he takes the small urn from the bag and shakes the contents. "What are we going to say in the airport? That these are our dog's ashes?"
The taller boy snorts as he stretches outside the car, trying to get rid of the cramps before driving. "They won't even ask us."
The whole ride back to the beach house is spent by both of them singing along to whatever plays in the radio.
On a dark desert highway,
cool wind in my hair
Baekhyun starts to sing dramatically and Chanyeol chuckles. The boy is now wearing only his jeans and white shirt. His black sunglasses make his button nose look even cuter than usual.
"Before we leave for Korea you're giving a shower to Mercedes, ok?"
He nods, it was his idea to get out of the road so they could fuck. Then the chorus starts and he joins his boyfriend.
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place, such a lovely place.
Such a lovely face.
He wants to them to be like this forever.
California is not their home. The closest thing to a physical house they knew was the boarding school they parents sent them every year. Their home has always been with each other. And it became pretty obvious for everyone to where was their relationship heading when both of them refused to travel back with their parents during summer.
Chanyeol remembers that as the summer they first passed marihuana across the border and the first time he made love to Baekhyun.
That’s why as he washes Baekhyun’s Mercedes Benz, Chanyeol can't avoid his thoughts to wander to dangerous territory... Will they ever start living normal lives? He knows only constant he needs in his life is the boy currently drinking cocktails by the pool side, but he's allowed to dream about settling down with him. And if Baekhyun is not ready, then he’ll be happy to be a constant in his life too.
Both of them come from families dedicated to the diplomatic career. The immunity that comes from being direct family of ambassadors and their need to rebel against everything is what pushed them to this; what turned them in the rotten branches of their families. A pair of promising boys turned into traffickers.
And no one will never know.
“Reason of your travel?”
“Visiting my sister.”
“Welcome, Mr. Park.”
“Reason of your travel?”
“Visiting his sister.”
“Have a nice flight, Mr. Byun.”
Pairing: Baekyeol
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3K
Warnings: Unbetaed, initially pwp, bareback, rimming, use of latex items.
Summary: Everyone in Las Vegas wants cash; it's awfully easy to steal from them.
A/N: A fic born from listening old music and a recently developed kink for latex. For Fergie and Cla and pretty much everyone who listens to my baekyeol drama every day. Thanks for everything.
“Drive!" Chanyeol orders as he throws his jacket to the back of the car along with the black bag he was carrying.
Baekhyun doesn't really need to be told, he already has the engine started; his black mercedes quietly roaring under him.
Chanyeol removes his mask; black latex with a simple zipper opening for his mouth and mesh for his eyes. Kinky, he would say; just like all of Baekhyun's elections.
He looks at himself in the mirror, his face is sweaty and his hair is sticking all over his forehead and neck. It reminds him of that time he fucked Baekhyun against the glass of his penthouse to satisfy his exhibitionism need. His face had looked exactly like this in the reflection.
He turns to look at Baekhyun and feels his dick twitch in his pants. The boy is driving with his upper back pressed against the seat, the rest of him arching slightly as he reaches for the wheel. Chanyeol thinks he looks wonderful. The whiteness of his skin contrasting with his black leather clothes and the look of pure concentration as he evades cars across Las Vegas Strip are exactly the kind of things that excite Chanyeol; along with the loud moans the other releases when he's being fucked of course.
With adrenaline still thrumming in his veins, and why not his constant devotion for him, Baekhyun looks ethereal; everything around him is blurred. Chanyeol can only focus in how much he wants to devour his boyfriend.
They just assaulted a pawn shop; almost half a million for a known client along with the traded object, lie in back of the car.
Everyone in Las Vegas wants cash; it's awfully easy to steal from them.
"What are we going to do with my baby?" Baekhyun suddenly asks, after long minutes of silence.
"Huh?" He croaks, not getting the question.
"Please don't tell me we're getting rid of my car. You know how attached I'm to it."
"I don't think it'll be necessary. I saw like other five black mercedes in the street as I ran." He's not lying. This is the Sin City, an expensive car is nothing but a shadow among all the others.
"I'm glad." Baekhyun says, obviously pleased with keeping his car. "How are we sending the package to China?"
"We're taking it personally to the client. We need to make a short visit to Korea too." So much drama for the ashes of some general. Not like he cares, as long as they keep the money everything is alright.
They have already left behind the bright neon signs and Mojave Desert is opening in front of them when Baekhyun poses his hand over Chanyeol's knee. "Now, love. How are we dividing the money?"
"The usual." The black haired boy answers as he looks outside. The wind is starting to get cold. "We use the foster house to clean it. They keep one thousand and two thousand go to your account."
"You know, Yeol? God won't forgive us for helping the poor. We're already halfway to hell." Chanyeol's answer gets stuck in his throat. The hand Baekhyun had on his knee had been creeping up to his thigh the whole time and now is pressing against his crotch. "I noticed you got hard in the second you entered the car." The blond boy whispers.
In retaliation to the teasing, Chanyeol holds his hand hand there and starts to move it in circular motions as he thrusts his bulge against it. He wants Baekhyun's pretty hands soiled with his seed.
"Baby, do you want me to fuck you under the starry sky of the desert?" Chanyeol asks, holding Baekhyun's wrist with more force.
Sex after a big hit is always good and Baekhyun can't refuse the offer. He does an aggressive turn and gets out of the main road; the yellow dust of the desert marking his black beauty.
In the second the car stops Chanyeol is pushing his seat to the back, leaving place for Baekhyun; who’s already crawling to the empty space between his legs.
They have been doing this for years but his boyfriend still has the power to make him get goosebumps. Said boyfriend is currently resting his face in the inside of his thigh, nuzzling the bump in his pants. Baekhyun’s making clear he wants to play the submissive character today.
"Chanyeol," He starts as he unzips his pants and pulls at the waistband of his briefs to release his cock. "I love you so much" He mumbles as he strokes him to full hardness, his lips like a ghostly caress.
Baekhyun pulling the foreskin to reveal the head of his dick has him closing his eyes; the first lick to the tip makes him throw his head back; all his muscles straining in pleasure as he gives himself to the pleasure that is Baekhyun’s tongue.
When he opens his eyes again it's because the warmth of around him is gone. He tries to blindly reach for the other and in the midst of the tears of pleasure; his eyes finally focus in his boyfriend. The sight makes his dick twitch with a serie of involuntary spasms; he wants to be inside of him again.
In front of him, crouched between his legs, is his life time lover wearing his discarded latex mask, quietly unzipping the mouth and taking his dick back in his mouth.
Seeing him like this; seeing Baekhyun's face covered and seeing him as a mere object of pleasure -his pleasure- had always been a turn on for Chanyeol. He doesn't fight the impulse any longer. He brings his hands to the head of the other, fingertips pressing against his crain, and then he pushes down until he feels his length being constricted by the other's throat. He stays like that for a moment, enjoying the tightness, before lifting Baekhyun's head, allowing him to breathe and to throw him a pleading look. He decides to please his boyfriend and himself and pushes his dick past pink lips again and thrusts repeatedly as deep as possible.
Baekhyun is gagging, throat undulating around the taller's length, and making wet noises with the saliva accumulating in his mouth. Right now he doesn’t feel like a person. With a mask on, both of them are tools and being Chanyeol's tool is his favorite way to be used.
He's just waiting for Chanyeol to come, ready to swallow everything and taste his scent. Instead Chanyeol pulls out, strings of saliva and precum uniting wet skin with wet skin.
Baekhyun is being held in place by one hand while with the other he tugs himself to completion. In a few seconds he’s coming all over the black mask. The contrast of his come against the shimmery plastic is beautiful in his eyes.
Holding Baekhyun by the nape he pulls up him for a kiss. It's not perfect, the mask getting in the way of Chanyeol's wandering lips. Still, like they usually do, they kiss until their lips are bloodied and totally breathless.
That has always been their signal to move to the next step.
The blond boy can't wait. "Are you keeping your promise, Chanyeol?" He asks as he drops his leather jacket. "You promised to fuck me under the starry sky." He unbuttons his pants and removes his undershirt. Chanyeol's hands claw onto his lover’s hips.
"I think I have a better idea." Chanyeol's deep voice rumbles menacing in his chest. "Turn around." He orders as he moves the smaller boy to the position he wants him in; he's malleable in his hands."You can see the sky behind the windshield as I eat your beautiful ass out. Then, while I fuck you, you can tell me how many stars you can count."
Before he has time to object he's already kneeling in the passenger's seat and bent over the board with his ass right in front of the taller’s his face.
Baekhyun tries to look at the sky of Nevada from behind the mesh of the mask at the same time a pair of big hands separate his cheeks and an open mouthed kiss is pressed right in his core.
They’ve been doing this for years, for longer it would probably be acceptable by the majority of people, but he's sure his biggest sin will be the way he keeps pushing his ass against his lover's face as he's being pleasured by his expert mouth.
Once he heard that oral can be extremely painful, since the tongue is an strong muscle and it's difficult to control. He doesn't think it's painful at all, he's just glad Chanyeol's tongue can reach so deep inside of him. The feeling of the soft and wet appendage inside of him is glorious.
Baekhyun keeps pushing back until he's practically sitting on Chanyeol's face, but as much as he enjoys eating him out, Chanyeol wants to fulfill the rest of his promise.
With a last kiss to Baekhyun's asscheeks he pulls away and straightens the shivering boy so he can whisper in his ear. "Are you ready? Because I want to come inside of you so bad." He grunts against the mask.
Baekhyun pulls at the mask, trying to remove it, but Chanyeol stops him. "I want you to wear it the whole time." He said it before; the contrast of black against Baekhyun's white skin turns him on.
He adjusts the mask again in place and pins his boyfriend's hands to the board. Then he holds Baekhyun's delicious hips and guides him. He makes the other sit on his lap at the same time he lowers him down on his dick.
Baekhyun’s breath hitches once Chanyeol is completely inside of him. His legs are open wide and dangerously in the edge of the seat, but he's sure Chanyeol won't let him slide down.
Chanyeol accommodates Baekhyun's head softly against the board and then the mood changes. The soft hand becomes a claw pressing the blond boy in the space between the board and the windshield and once the thrusts start there's no going back.
Chanyeol is too captivated with the way his dick disappears in the inside if Baekhyun's body. He likes the control he gets from keeping the other’s head pinned and at the same time being able to guide his bottom over and over again to meet him halfway.
All his muscles are burning, the space is too small and cramped. Yet, the weight of his boyfriend's body feels heavenly. He thinks he deserves to come already; his prize for risking his life for the half million.
He releases Baekhyun's head, who seems to be too lost to even think about moving, and holds onto his ribcage to gain more leverage. With his feet firmly planted he lunges forward to Baekhyun's waiting hole.
He's buried to the hilt, so deep that Baekhyun is doing little noises in the back of his throat. Chanyeol smiles, he's making his boyfriend growl. "Does it feel good?" He questions moving his hips in circular motions. "Am I touching the right place?" Each word comes pointed with a thrust against Baekhyun’s prostate.
Baekhyun can't take the teasing anymore, he's about to come and he's sure Chanyeol can't be so far by the way his dick keeps twitching inside him. He starts to clamp around him and the Chanyeol still, “It feels amazing.” He shifts and sits on his boyfriend’s lap again. He’s still wearing the mask and he’s sweating so much, but he doesn’t care. He presses his back against Chanyeol’s chest and begins to ride him. “I just need you to come inside of me.” Baekhyun says close to his ear.
Chanyeol moans, he’s so close. Trying to help the other come, he slides two fingers inside of Baekhyun’s mouth. Once the fingers have been properly sucked he slides them down his chest to pinch Baekhyun’s rossy his nipples; the next movement is to caress the head of his dick and press his nail to the sensitive slit of Baekhyun’s slit. That’s how the blond boy comes, hot sticky shots of cum all over Chanyeol’s palm.
Taking use of the tremors that still run through his lover’s body, Chanyeol thrusts a couple of times more and releases without making a single sound. Trying to gain his breath back, he rests his head on Baekhyun’s back and presses a couple of kisses to the salty skin.
At the end it was him the one who ended with Baekhyun’s seed all over his hands.
A few minutes later he pulls out and makes space so both of them can lie together. Baekhyun refuses to be cleaned and Chanyeol complies, hugging him closer.
They still have a long travel tomorrow.
“Boys? What are you doing here?” Their teacher smiles kindly at them as she peeks under the tablecloth.
“We’re hiding from the monster that scares Baekhyun." Chanyeol answers as he holds onto his sweaty hand. "Miss, please be quiet or he’ll find us.”
"Shut up, Yeol!" He wants to scream. They already think he’s crazy. He doesn’t need their teacher to know about the monster. He just doesn’t want to end like his mother.
“He?” The woman asks confusedly as she bends down to pull them from under the table. She holds Chanyeol’s cheek and then turns to comb Baekhyun’s fringe. It’s such a tender touch, he’s not used to that kind of treatment. “You need to go to bed. You have classes tomorrow.”
Outside, she covers them with her coat and walks them to their dorm. She puts them in their twin bed. “Go to sleep like good kids and tomorrow I’ll buy you strawberry milk” She says as she persignates them. She’s not one of the nuns and her hair has a particular smell of flowers that remains even after he has left the room. It’s comforting, but it’s not enough.
“Yeol,” Baekhyun says after a while, holding his hand under the covers “I’m still scared.”
“Don’t be. I’m here with you.” Then, the taller boy lifts himself up and presses his warm lips against Baekhyun’s moist ones. “I’ll always be here to protect you.”
It had been his first kiss.
Baekhyun wakes up a little exalted, his breath hitting against the skin of Chanyeol's neck. He slept with his head tucked between his boyfriend's shoulder and neck and he's still being caged by his protective arms.
The promise of the boy in his dream is still ringing inside his head. Chanyeol has kept loyal to his word all this time. They haven’t even slept in different beds since that day.
The desert is cold this early in the morning and he’s completely naked except for Chanyeol’s jacket draped over his shoulders. But he can’t bring himself to care because right now Chanyeol is bathed in all the colors of the sunrise and he can’t look away. Baekhyun smiles dumbly. He looks beautiful with all these colors shining in his face; under this light his hair seems to be made of gold.
He doesn’t have the chance to admire him like this very often, so he keeps looking down at him, with his head resting in the back of his hand, until the sky turns of that strawberry golden color that precedes the regular yellow. Like that, Chanyeol's plump lips turn of a particularly attractive pink. Baekhyun licks his lips and softly and presses a kiss to the center of the other's mouth; reminiscing that first kiss Chanyeol gave him when they were only ten.
He's about to retreat when the warm hand that was in his waist stops him. He opens his eyes and sees Chanyeol looking up at him. Adoration is all he sees and he feels like crying.
"You're driving the rest of the way to California." The blond boy mumbles as good morning. He's just trying to kill the tension.
"Whatever you want, love."
Once they get dressed and Baekhyun's sitting in the copilot seat, he takes the small urn from the bag and shakes the contents. "What are we going to say in the airport? That these are our dog's ashes?"
The taller boy snorts as he stretches outside the car, trying to get rid of the cramps before driving. "They won't even ask us."
The whole ride back to the beach house is spent by both of them singing along to whatever plays in the radio.
On a dark desert highway,
cool wind in my hair
Baekhyun starts to sing dramatically and Chanyeol chuckles. The boy is now wearing only his jeans and white shirt. His black sunglasses make his button nose look even cuter than usual.
"Before we leave for Korea you're giving a shower to Mercedes, ok?"
He nods, it was his idea to get out of the road so they could fuck. Then the chorus starts and he joins his boyfriend.
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place, such a lovely place.
Such a lovely face.
He wants to them to be like this forever.
California is not their home. The closest thing to a physical house they knew was the boarding school they parents sent them every year. Their home has always been with each other. And it became pretty obvious for everyone to where was their relationship heading when both of them refused to travel back with their parents during summer.
Chanyeol remembers that as the summer they first passed marihuana across the border and the first time he made love to Baekhyun.
That’s why as he washes Baekhyun’s Mercedes Benz, Chanyeol can't avoid his thoughts to wander to dangerous territory... Will they ever start living normal lives? He knows only constant he needs in his life is the boy currently drinking cocktails by the pool side, but he's allowed to dream about settling down with him. And if Baekhyun is not ready, then he’ll be happy to be a constant in his life too.
Both of them come from families dedicated to the diplomatic career. The immunity that comes from being direct family of ambassadors and their need to rebel against everything is what pushed them to this; what turned them in the rotten branches of their families. A pair of promising boys turned into traffickers.
And no one will never know.
“Reason of your travel?”
“Visiting my sister.”
“Welcome, Mr. Park.”
“Reason of your travel?”
“Visiting his sister.”
“Have a nice flight, Mr. Byun.”