two drabbles
sorry i'm such an asshole; have a bj
a.k.a. baekxing blowiespairing: baekhyun/lay
rating: nc17
length: <1000 w
inspired by that fanaccount of yixing running away from fangirls during their trip to russia. in my head this is part of a baeklay fwb set in canonverse where baekhyun's way of keeping their arrangement a secret is to relentlessly tease yixing in public.
"Hey, remember when Yixing wasn't afraid of boobs."
Even before the sentence fully escapes his lips, Baekhyun immediately feels a slight pang of guilt. He grins anyways.
Lu han almost snaps his neck, turning around instantly. Yixing just stares blankly as Lu Han's jaw hits the floor and an animalistic screech bellows through the hotel corridor. It's been a long day for everyone, but all the members are all still full of energy. It might be the fact that they just came back from seeing the olympic sized venue, but Baekhyun has a different theory as to the source of their high spirits.
Kris thoughtfully mulls over the question and with a crease in his brow, he answers, "Actually no."
Yixing playfully punches Kris in the shoulder, but Baekhyun can see all the blood in Yixing's body flood his cheeks. His hands quickly follow to cover up the telling blush that spreads across his face. The slight discomfort in Baekhyun’s gut intensifies as he notices Sehun shoot a fleeting but withering glare in his direction.
Baekhyun reaches out a hand to wrap around the back of Yixing's neck and pulls him tight by his side. Yixing only cringes a little at the added pressure but remains predictably compliant under Baekhyun’s fingertips. Their ribs align and their paces synchronize just as they reach the end of the hallway and the jostling dissipates as everyone heads into their own rooms. He hopes this was enough.
--
Baekhyun feels like a crazy psycho waiting in the dark of Yixing's hotel room while the manager and Kris are taking a nap. Thankfully he only waits about 10 minutes in silence when he hears swiping of the card key. When he sees the familiar lean figure walk through the door alone, he feels the blood pulsing through every capillary in his body. Before he has time to chicken out, he swiftly juts his hand out and reels in an unsuspecting yet complacent Yixing before shutting the door behind him.
The only available light is the trickle of fluorescence at the bottom crack of the bathroom door and a small plug-in air freshener that has a penny-sized red light. Baekhyun's eyes have gotten used to the dark by now, but Yixing, he thinks, is probably as good as blind.
"Bae-"
Baekhyun shushes him as he clasps one hand over Yixing's mouth and the other is flat against his chest, pressing him against the cold tile wall.
"Baek, what are you doing?" Yixing words are muffled but calm, seeping through the cracks in Baekhyun's long fingers.
"How did you know it was me?"
"You're not always as clever as you think you are. You know that, right?"
Baekhyun smirks as he moves both his hands down to Yixing's hips and jerks the pliable body closer.
"Oh yeah?" Baekhyun drops his voice an octave and purposefully aspirates each word into the space below Yixing's right ear. "Then what's the next step in my plan?"
Yixing's too busy stifling a giggle and curling his body into himself to attempt a witty retort. Baekhyun seizes the opportunity to plant a kiss against Yixing's exposed left collarbone as his fingers deftly maneuver around the other boy's zipper.
"We don't have a lot of time and you're gonna have to be quiet for this, hyung," Baekhyun whispers as he falls to his knees.
"If this is about earlier, you really don't..."
Yixing doesn't finish his sentence as his breath gets caught in his throat at the same time Baekhyun wraps lips around the head of his erection and sucks lightly.
Yixing is always too polite to actually touch Baekhyun during his blowjobs. What Yixing doesn't know is that this actually makes Baekhyun feel a bit unsettled. When his mouth and tongue get into a rhythm, slurping and massaging the velvety soft skin of the other's dick, Baekhyun blindly reaches for the wrists that Yixing kept hidden behind his back and leads them to rest on top of his head.
When he feels fingers combing through his hair, Baekhyun makes use of his hands around Yixing's erection. His pace quickens as Yixing lets out a soft moan and starts applying pressure to the back of his head. Baekhyun tries his best to fully relax his jaw as Yixing is being shoved into the shallow depths of his throat. He suddenly remembers late night vocal exercises as a trainee. He wonders which muscles Yixing can feel right now and if they're the same ones that he compliments when Baekhyun croons over Yixing's lazy guitar playing on free days in the dorm.
The thought doesn't fully materialize though, as Baekhyun is distracted by the feel of smooth skin between his tongue and the roof of his
mouth and the gentle pull on his hair.
Suddenly the pull becomes a bit more violent. He knows Yixing is close and he’d wanted to stick this out to the bittersweet end. Yixing seems adamant though as he inelegantly pulls Baekhyun's head by the recently trimmed hair above the nape of his neck. Baekhyun's heart is beating fast as Yixing kisses him fiercely. His jaw is a little sore and his mouth takes a few seconds to shake off the lingering emptiness caused by his hyung's dick. Elsewhere, he can feel the rhythm of Yixing jacking himself off.
Yixing comes with the softest groan and with it, Baekhyun feels a rush of relief, despite the untouched erection tucked away in his jeans.
And that was the third time Baekhyun blew Yixing.
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prompt: strip pokerpairing: baekhyun/xiumin
rating: pg13
length: <600 w
middle of the night drunk poker with roommateline xiumin, baekhyun, chanyeol, and tao gets a little out of hand...
"Read 'em and weep, ladies," Chanyeol says with enough smugness that Baekhyun actually wonders if hazy glow he sees engulfing Chanyeol's head is actually the physical manifestation of his bloated ego. He squints at Chanyeol, half out of annoyance at losing another hand and half to put his nemesis back into focus.
Zitao seems positively thrilled as he takes a swig of beer straight from their communal jug of Cass, which has been warm and flat since two hands ago. Minseok, however, seems concerned as he takes his two punitive shots of soju and swallows with only the slightest of grimaces. He tips his head to the side and gives it a disappointed shake. Chanyeol carefully decants Baekhyun's penalty shot from their last bottle of soju like a scientist working with volatile solvents. Before the shot has a chance to reach the damp floor in front of Baekhyun, Minseok voices his concern.
"I think that's enough drinking for Baekhyun for the night."
"But hyung," Chanyeol whines, "a game is a game, and rules are rules." He then descends into a low hushed chant of "drink! drink! drink!" which Zitao soon joins.
Admittedly Baekhyun is drunk, like really drunk, but he wants to stay in the game until he can snap Chanyeol's win streak and wipe that shit-eating grin off his face. Without warning, Minseok impulsively grabs the shot and tosses it back like it's lemonade on a hot day. Zitao raises his voice calling foul play and surprisingly Baekhyun joins.
"Hyung, that was my punishment. I can handle it. Do you think I'm Yixing or something?"
It takes a lot of focus to maintain steady eye contact with his hyung at the moment, but even with his vision fading to black around the edges and his inability to feel his face, he can still make out Minseok's steely resolve.
Somewhere someone makes a brilliant idea. When recounting the story later, Chanyeol and Zitao will swear up and down they didn't hear anything of the sort. But as for now, Baekhyun in hears the words "...clothes instead" and reflexively equates it to an invitation to strip to regain his manhood from the clutches of Minseok’s misplaced chivalry.
How much is the conversion rate of shots of soju to articles of clothing anyway? he briefly considers as he swings his hips in Minseok's direction while undoing the top buttons of his shirt.
The only things Baekhyun remembers next is the sound of beatboxing and feel of the cool but clammy fingertips against his ribs.
The next morning, Baekhyun wakes up rolled up like kimbap in at least three different blankets. He ends up rolling off his bed and hitting the wooden floor with a painful thud as he squirms to loosen the tight squeeze of his cottony cocoon. Baekhyun doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed that he’s alone in his bedroom at the moment. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to unravel the blankets and regain full range of motion in his arms. When he finally manages to extricate himself fully, he looks down and realizes with a shock that he is completely naked. The full force of his nausea and headache hit him simultaneously along with a body-numbing sense of embarrassment, as bits and pieces of last night’s happenings come back to him.
In the van on the way to practice, Minseok refuses to make eye contact and those unhelpful shits Zitao and Chanyeol just snicker to themselves knowingly.