Lucky [2]

[julyfix]

lucky;
“Oh mY GOD--!?”

Baekhyun almost trips over himself trying to simultaneously cover his eyes and run from the sight in front of him. Instead, he slams back into the door that he didn’t know he’d shut behind him, face-first, yelping in pain and then sliding down against the wood until he rests on the floor. He’s still covering his face, partially in pain, partially in horror, eyes squeezed shut.

“My eyes! I can’t see! I’ve gone blind! Call the police!” he shrieks.

He can hear shuffling on Edison’s couch, can hear footsteps approaching him, but he dare not look.

“Why didn’t you knock?” Is Edison’s query, as he reaches out and pulls Baekhyun’s hand away from his face, trying to inspect the blossoming black eye the idiot had given himself.

“Um???” Baekhyun sounds scandalized, as he huffs up at Edison. “I never knock???”

Edison rolls his eyes and tugs on Baekhyun’s ear, “Ok, well from now on, knock.”

Sehun is laughing from the couch, and Baekhyun whines, pushing Edison away and covering his eyes again.

“This is so-- why didn’t you guys tell me?? Oh my God. Ugh. Ughhhh. Bleeeehhgghhg. Get me some mouth wash. No-- get me bleach. I want to swallow it and die. I want to go to the grave. Six feet under. Put ‘My Two Best Friends Are Fucking’ on my headstone.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Edison rolls his eyes, standing up. Ironic words, coming from the Queen himself.

“You’re defying the laws of homosexuality!” Baekhyun yells, and by now his back is to the door, but he’s still slumped on the floor as he glares at his two friends. “You two can’t be together! It goes against nature!”

Edison flops back onto the couch next to Sehun, and thank God they’re fully clothed. Baekhyun never wants to see either of their equipment ever again.

“I don’t even know why you’re surprised,” Sehun drawls.

“Because you’re the two biggest twinks around,” Baekhyun spits, still flustered.

“I told you I was getting laid regularly,” Sehun rolls his eyes. “It’s your fault you were too stupid to realize who with.”

“Ok, for the record, I never want to think about my best friends having sex. Let alone with each other!” Baekhyun huffs. He’s a little hurt, too. He shares everything with his friends, but they couldn’t share this with him? No matter how casual it may or may not be; Baekhyun had been left in the dark.

“Aw, Benjamin,” Edison coos, holding a hand out towards the fallen friend. “Wanna cuddle? It’ll make you feel better.”

“That hand was just on Sehun’s dick!” Baekhyun’s voice cracks. Why does he feel so betrayed? His friends are so flippant, so casual about this. But it… it changes so much. Their dynamics. Even if they’re just screwing, Edison and Sehun have found something in one another, and here’s Baekhyun, barely able to find something within himself.

Standing up, Baekhyun adjusts his clothes. “I can’t believe you two.” he finally mutters, before turning to properly open the door.

For the first time in their friendship, Edison’s voice sounds a bit worried. “Baek--”

But Baekhyun slams the door behind him on his way out, trying to squash down this terrible feeling.

Each time he tries to shove it down, it burns like acid within him.

--

Baekhyun holes up for days. He goes to work, comes home, turns off all the lights and watches the saddest movies, dramas and documentaries he can find, just so he has an excuse to cry. He doesn’t even know why he’s reacting this badly; he should be happy that the two most obnoxious people on Earth can find solstice in each other -- but he’s just bitter. That’s the plain truth. Single for his whole life, with a mom always pressuring him about it and friends that always tease him about it… When will he find love? Is he not good enough? Sure, working minimum wage and not having a car isn’t exactly the most impressive catch, he’ll be the first to admit. He doesn’t have a retirement plan set up, he hasn’t earned any paid vacation yet. This is his first time being officially on his own at the tender age of twenty-four, and hey, so many millenials haven’t even gotten this far yet! He’s actually ahead of the game.

Right?

Right…?

“One of the worst things you can do in your twenties,” Joonmyun had said sagely the other day, after bringing Baekhyun a cup of hot tea, “is have the thought in your head that you should have your life together.”

Joonmyun’s words still ring in Baekhyun’s head. Baekhyun’s parents, and most other parents their age, instill into their children that they should have a job, a house and a car by the age of twenty-five. After all, they did it, why can’t their children? The new age is seen as a disappointment, as lazy and unorganized, ill-prepared for adulthood, but no matter how many times Baekhyun tries to explain to his dad that times are different, he still gets shut down. His mom has a bit more sympathy, but she’s on the ‘when will you get married’ train, because she was married and had two kids by the time she was twenty-four. Whoop-de-doo.

So Baekhyun holds onto Joonmyun’s words, because Joonmyun is in his early thirties, and he’s that generation between the old and new, the generation that saw the transition happen -- the generation that started noticing the world changing around them, picking up speed and leaving no room for mercy.

Baekhyun holds onto Joonmyun’s words, because they’re his only comfort as he bemoans his existence in his cute new apartment, cursing the fact that his two best friends are together, cursing the fact that he still can’t figure out how to budget groceries and his monthly bus pass fee.

--

A knock on the door has Baekhyun poking his head out from his blanket cocoon in bed. He blinks blearily, eyes the alarm clock (holy shit, it’s almost dinner time. Did he really sleep the day away?), and then extracts himself from bed, smacking his lips and swallowing down the terrible taste in his mouth from not drinking or eating anything all day. He wanders to the door, and he should have checked the peep hole before opening it, but hey, we all make mistakes, and Baekhyun is Pro Mistake Maker.

Kris is on the other side, and Baekhyun stares at him for a solid three seconds -- their eyes locked, both frozen. Kris is dressed casually, but as handsome as ever, and Baekhyun hasn’t changed his pajama pants in three days.

After those three seconds, Baekhyun shuts the door as calmly as possible, right in Kris’ face.

“Baekhyun,” Kris groans, knocking on the door again. “Open up. Let me in. Please?”

Baekhyun stares at the door. “No, I haven’t showered in four days.”

“That’s why you should let me in,” Kris says from the other side, sounding exasperated. “I have a key. Do you want me to let myself in? I’d rather you do it.”

Baekhyun groans. People are so nosy. He opens the door, swings it open, and then turns to walk back towards his bedroom. “There. I let you in, now I am going back to sleep.”

Strong fingers curl around his wrist before he can get any farther, and Kris is tugging him back, turning him so their eyes can meet again. The expression on Kris’ face is concerned and… something else Baekhyun can’t put his finger on.

“Baekhyun, you can’t sleep anymore. You have to come out of hiding,” Kris pleads, and his grip on Baekhyun’s wrist is grounding. “I don’t know what happened, and I don’t have to know, just-- let me help you.”

“You’ve done so much for me already,” Baekhyun can’t stop himself from saying the words. “I don’t need another handout.”

Kris frowns, those Great Brows furrowing and creasing his forehead. He releases Baekhyun’s wrist, “Is that what you think I’m doing? Pitying you?”

“Isn’t it?” Baekhyun retorts, the bite in his words more like an angry puppy.

Kris’ expression flattens, and then grows determined. Baekhyun doesn’t have time to contemplate what that means, before Kris is bodily hauling him up over his shoulder, walking further into the apartment. Baekhyun lets out a shriek of surprise and starts squirming -- Prince Charming is hauling his damsel in distress away, and Baekhyun should be enjoying it, but he can’t.

“Put me down!” Baekhyun demands, weak fists hitting Kris’ back. When was the last time he ate?

Kris doesn’t stop until they’re in the bathroom, and he sets Baekhyun on the counter, holding up a finger and almost poking the smaller in the nose. “Don’t. Move.”

And Baekhyun stills, watching as Kris turns to the bath tub. He twists the nozzle to a good temperature, plugs the drain, and then starts rooting through Baekhyun’s things. He finds the bath salts and the bubbles and dumps a generous amount into the tub (does he even know how they work? Those are expensive! He didn’t need to add that many!), and then returns to a rather shocked Baekhyun, hands going to the hem of his shirt and tugging.

“Get undressed, you’re taking a bath.” Kris says, undeterred by Baekhyun’s flailing and protests. He manages to wrestle the shirt off of Baekhyun’s body, and then hoists Baekhyun off the counter and oh, God, he’s so strong and dreamy and he’s being an asshole right now but holy crap, he can really throw a guy around. His fingers move to the drawstring of Baekhyun’s pants and Baekhyun squeaks, trying to swat them away -- but Kris is persistent, and honestly Baekhyun doesn’t mind being undressed so aggressively, but holy shit Kris is serious about him getting naked and in the bath tub.

Everything ends in a splash, Baekhyun’s clothes strewn about the bathroom floor, Baekhyun himself spluttering and wiping bubbles out of his eyes. He stares up at Kris, who kneels next to the bath tub, turning off the water and then resting with his elbows on the edge of the tub. Baekhyun is blushing furiously, indignant, mortified and embarrassed, and when he opens his mouth to speak, Kris elegantly shoves a wash cloth in his mouth.

“You are the hardest person to take care of.” Kris announces, and Baekhyun’s eyes widen. He doesn’t need to be able to speak to get across ‘I don’t need taken care of’, and Kris sighs, running a wet hand through his hair to slick it back and away from his forehead. “Benjamin Byun, it’s ok to get help sometimes. It’s ok to let people in. You don’t have to pretend to be this independent, capable adult all of the time. You haven’t socialized in a week. Joonmyun told me you’ve lost weight. You don’t have to spill all your secrets to me -- you don’t need to talk to me at all. But just… let me.” Kris’ voice turns pleading, even as it still holds its firm edge. “Let me take care of you.”

Baekhyun’s eyes water, and he reaches up, shakily pulling the wash cloth from his mouth. His skin is pink from the hot bath, there are bubbles clinging to various parts of his body, even in his hair, and his eyes search over Kris’ features, looking for an answer.

“Why…” Baekhyun finally manages.

Kris’ smile is small, his gums are pink and his eyes are soft. “Because your mom wants to make me her famous casserole. And I want her to.”

Baekhyun lets out a shaky laugh, “If that’s a confession, it’s the stupidest one I’ve ever heard.”

Kris bristles, “I thought it was clever. Vague, but also to the point. I should get bonus points for thinking of your mom.”

Baekhyun reaches up, weak hands pushing at Kris’ shoulders, getting his t-shirt wet, a few tears spilling down his cheeks. “You’re so stupid. You’re the stupidest… Stupidest stupid to have ever stupid-ed.”

Kris catches his hands, holding them to his chest, smile turning lopsided. But his eyes, his eyes are still warm, and totally focused on Baekhyun. “So are you.”

“Kiss me,” Baekhyun whine-demands. He meets Kris halfway, wet lips against dry ones, and it’s a little salty because of his tears, but it’s also a little perfect because of Kris.

--

Edison and Sehun show up a few days later, an Edible Arrangements bouquet in hand and apology written on their faces. Joonmyun had gotten ahold of them without Baekhyun’s knowledge and properly reamed them for not taking care of the situation sooner -- for letting Baekhyun slip into depression. Of course, the pair feel like the shittiest people on the planet, that much Baekhyun can tell as they hand over the arrangement and ask to come inside.

“I’m only letting you in because you brought me chocolate covered fruit,” Baekhyun sniffs, taking the bouquet and allowing them in.

But of course, it only takes one gay comment from Sehun about Baekhyun’s newly decorated apartment, before they all fall into their usual routine of sarcasm and bickering. It’s really not so different -- Edison and Sehun aren’t very touchy feely anyway, with each other, which helps. But it also helps to see that they’ve rounded each other out, softened their edges, and Baekhyun can see that somehow, in some maniacally twisted way, they’ve found each other. And that makes it easy for Baekhyun to forgive them, because they didn’t really do anything wrong in the first place.

Except, you know, leave their door unlocked.

--

“Why are you so nervous?” Kris asks in the car on the way to Baekhyun’s mom’s house.

It’s the umpteenth time that Baekhyun has adjusted his red bowtie, the cardigan over his button down his go-to dress outfit, but it feels particularly stifling today.

“You’re meeting my mom,” Baekhyun points out the obvious. Since the kiss in the bath tub three weeks ago they’ve been unofficially official, and they’ve shared spared kisses between then and now, but Baekhyun had made it clear (like a fucking idiot, in retrospect), that he wouldn’t pursue anything with Kris until Kris had met his parents. Why he had thought that was a good idea, he didn’t know. Is he really so much of a mama’s boy?

“Yeah,” Kris chuckles, reaching over to rest his big palm over Baekhyun’s knee. The weight loss was easily gained back, since Kris made it his personal mission to make sure that Baekhyun had three filling meals a day. “I am.”

“Why?” Baekhyun bemoans. “Why can’t I just be a normal guy and date my super hot landlord? Why do I have to make him meet my mom like some sort of weirdo?”

“Because you’re a good son,” Kris says, squeezing Baekhyun’s knee. Baekhyun lays his hand over Kris’, entwining their fingers.

“You’re a good person, too,” Baekhyun counters, like that’s supposed to mean something.

They pull up to Baekhyun’s family’s house sooner than later, which Baekhyun hates. He drags his feet getting out of the car, and takes a second to appreciate Kris next to him; he’s wearing a cardigan as well, sans bowtie, his hair pulled up into a topknot. He wants to cut his hair, but Baekhyun won’t let him -- he likes the way Kris looks with his hair pulled up or slicked back. Yum.

When Baekhyun opens the door, he calls out. “Ma, we’re here,” as he toes off his shoes.

“BENJAMIN!” comes his mom’s gleeful shout from the kitchen. “Bring that hunk over here, I wanna touch his biceps!”

Baekhyun blushes, and Kris chuckles good-naturedly. Heading into the kitchen, Baekhyun’s mother looks nothing like her… voice?, people have said. She’s small, petite, and looks like a female version of Baekhyun. She’s pretty, with the same mischievous smile and glint in her eyes as she wraps Kris up in the best hug she can give, what with being more than a foot shorter than the man.

Pleasantries are exchanged, and Baekhyun’s dad doesn’t seem impressed, but he doesn’t seem unimpressed, either, which is considered good in Baekhyun’s book. They spend much longer than just dinner there, Kris offering to help Baekhyun’s mom clean up. She spends their time together yakking about, of course, Baekhyun’s most embarrassing childhood stories, never failing to mention at the end ‘I should have known he was gay, don’t you think it should have been obvious?’. At least she’s supportive.

Kris is amazing. He helps out mom with the dishes and cleanup, and even sits with dad to watch the game on tv. The best thing about it? He’s genuine. He really likes Baekhyun’s parents, really, honestly wants to make a good impression, but isn’t faking anything for Baekhyun’s sake. He seems charmed by the couple, and the glances he sends Baekhyun throughout the night have Baekhyun’s heart stopping up in his throat.

The events that lead up to this very moment… Edison suggesting Baekhyun move into a new place, the Series of Unfortunate Events(™) that followed, the wallowing and the re-awakening-- all of those things have come down to this, and the Baekhyun that felt totally alone and unaccomplished three weeks ago is nowhere to be found.

He’s brought out of his thoughts by his mom pinching his cheek, leaning in to give him a one-armed hug as they watch both Kris and Mr. Byun cheer at a goal scored on the television. “My baby boy’s all grown up.”

Mom opinions are the only opinions that count, anyway.

--

“Ouch--!”

“Ah, sorry--”

“It’s fine, just-- a little--”

“Like this?”

“Lower.”

“Here?”

“Mmn, ah, no, push harder.”

“Harder? I don’t want to hurt you--”

“Kris, just do it, quickly--!”

It is with great consternation that Baekhyun and Kris get the bookshelf mounted up on the wall, Kris drilling the wood through to the studs while Baekhyun braces the unit. They both step back, satisfied with their work, Baekhyun smiling. It’s a simple book shelf, but he plans on filling it up with book after book, one by one as he starts to read everything on his list.

“It looks great,” Kris says, squeezing Baekhyun’s shoulder. “You’re pretty good at decorating.”

“Says the man who spent three hours in Home Depot debating between ‘sea breeze teal’ and ‘periwinkle tides’,” Baekhyun teases.

Kris flushes up to his ears, grumbling, “Two hours. And they were both really pretty.”

Pulling the taller down, Baekhyun presses a kiss to his cheek. “I’m glad you put that much thought into something that I could have hated.”

He groans, “That was my worst fear.”

“Kris, even if teal was my most hated color on this entire planet, I still would have accepted it happily, because you did it.”

Grinning a little, Kris winds an arm around Baekhyun’s waist, pulling him into his side as he leans down to press a kiss to Baekhyun’s lips. “You can be real sweet, sometimes.”

Baekhyun returns the kiss, then nips at Kris’ lips. “Sometimes.”

“Brat,” Kris brushes his nose against Baekhyun’s, before backing him up towards the couch, and then unceremoniously dumping Baekhyun onto it. Following afterwards, Baekhyun hums giddily in response, his hands immediately reaching up to let his fingers slide over Kris’ biceps, and then across his chest, and then up past his collarbones. Long fingers encase either side of Kris’ face and Baekhyun just stares at him for a moment -- really takes everything in. The slope of Kris’ eyes, the just of his lower lip, the way his hair falls into his forehead. Kris manages a slightly bashful smile. “What?”

Bravely, brave as he’s ever been, Baekhyun keeps Kris’ face in his hold as he searches his eyes, before speaking softly. “I… I love you.”

The smile on Kris’ face is a mixture of surprise and relief, and he lets out a little laugh, pressing his forehead to Baekhyun’s. “I love you, too, Baekhyun.”

Anti-climactic, but for all of Baekhyun’s insecurities, he’s pretty sure he’s known for a while.

Their next kiss is shared affection and mutual love, but then Baekhyun’s sharp teeth are nipping at Kris’ lower lip, one of his thick legs hitching up to catch over Kris’ sharp hip bone. An impatient noise leaves the younger, and his fingers tug at Kris’ hair.

“Will you fuck me now?” Ok, that is as brave as Baekhyun’s ever been.

“With pleasure,” Kris replies, and his strong, manly construction arms hoist Baekhyun up like he’s a piece of flimsy plywood.

Squealing in delight, Baekhyun wraps his limbs around the other, kissing, nipping and sucking at Kris’ mouth, totally blocking his vision as the other stumbles towards Baekhyun’s bedroom. They make it without major incident (they won’t count Baekhyun’s toe getting jammed into the dresser), and like Kris had tossed Baekhyun onto the couch he tosses him onto the bed, climbing above him and making Baekhyun feel deliciously small… and decidedly nervous.

Kris is in the process of pulling his shirt over his head, knees between Baekhyun’s splayed, pajama-clad legs, and Baekhyun reaches up, feeling over Kris’ bare skin, fingers skating over the wings of his ribs.

“Kris…” Baekhyun licks his lips, looking up at Kris, the other’s blond hair sticking in every direction from static electricity.

Kris swoops down, kissing Baekhyun’s lips, murmuring against them that he’s listening as he starts to trail those kisses down Baekhyun’s jaw.

“I--” Baekhyun swallows. “I’ve never…”

Slowly, Kris’ kisses come to a halt at the hollow of Baekhyun’s throat and he pulls back, his eyes searching as he looks at Baekhyun. “You haven’t…?”

Baekhyun shakes his head, and then covers his face in embarrassment, the words leaving him in a flood, “I’ve been single my entire life and I’ve never gone past kissing but you’re so hot and I wanted you to think I was experienced so maybe I had a chance so I made all those innuendoes and wore really tight clothes and hoped you would notice me but I’ve never even touched another man’s--”

“Woah.” Kris puts a finger over Baekhyun’s lips, laughing softly. He kisses the other’s forehead, “It’s ok, Baekhyun. I don’t like you because how of experienced you may or may not be.” His grin turns playful, “But… the tight pants helped.”

Baekhyun rolls his eyes, laughing and pulling Kris closer. “You really don’t mind?”

“I mean, you have a general understanding of what happens,” Kris shrugs, his smile a bit doofy, a bit dorky, a bit perfect. “You just need to trust that I’ll take care of you.”

“I do,” Baekhyun says quickly. Then, quieter, “I do.”

“Then that’s all there is to it,” Kris says swooping in for a kiss before shifting, tugging at the hem of Baekhyun’s sweater. “Now, we have to be on the same page…”

Long fingers reach to prevent Kris from tugging Baekhyun’s sweater up too far. “But I’m not--”

“Not what?” Kris asks, a bit incredulous, but definitely not sour. He’s still smiling, clearly enamored by Baekhyun’s sudden nerves. Thank God. Baekhyun is already embarrassed as is.

“I’m not…” Baekhyun reaches out, poking Kris’ washboard abs.

Rolling his eyes, Kris swats Baekhyun’s hand away. “You’re not me? That’s a shame, I’ve always wanted to have sex with myself.”

Huffing, Baekhyun whines, fidgeting with his sweater. “I’m pudgy.” He’s never ‘hit the gym’ in his whole life.

“You’re perfect,” Kris counteracts, shifting down inching up Baekhyun’s sweater. “Every part of you.” he declares, and as he pushes Baekhyun’s sweater up, his lips start pressing kisses over the inches of tummy he’s uncovering.

And Baekhyun can’t really be too self-conscious when Kris is literally worshiping him with kisses. And it’s not like he thinks Kris is out of his league, per se… It’s just that Kris is a whole lotta man, and Baekhyun is just… Baekhyun.

Before he knows it, they’re both shirtless and Kris’s mouth is on his, kissing away all his worries, washing away his fears with swipes of his tongue into his mouth. Kris’ hand slides down Baekhyun’s side, his huge palm covering the span quickly and too soon, his thumb digging into the soft curve of Baekhyun’s hip. soft exhalations filter through the air as Baekhyun allows Kris’ touches to completely consume him -- the fire that has always burned deep inside Baekhyun for the older man intensifies with each kiss, each touch, each soft declaration from Kris’ lips.

It’s a lot more romantic and slow than Baekhyun thought it would be. They’re both so clumsy and general dorks, he thought there would be more giggles, more apologies, a few more accidental nose-bumps or elbows where they shouldn’t be. His chest rises and falls and the pace is slow but too fast to register all at once and then they’re both naked, Baekhyun’s eyes soaking up everything about Kris. The srtength in his body, the planes of his muscles and the sheer broadness that encapsulates the bull of the china shop; as Baekhyun looks down Kris’ body, instead of feeling insecure as he had in the beginning, he only feels emboldened. This is his. Kris is his. All of him.

Baekhyun’s hands drag down Kris’ back, nails digging in slightly to the man’s flesh. Kris arches and moans low, and their hard cocks brush against each other, the action stifling and thrilling all at once. Baekhyun hiccups a moan, and Kris only chuckles fondly at the noise and the way Baekhyun’s body tenses, coils, and springs for him all in rapid succession. They’re in their own little world.

Before Baekhyun realizes what’s happening, Kris’ lips are around the head of his cock, thinning out around Baekhyun’s shaft. Stars explode behind Baekhyun’s eyes and his fingers tangle in Kris’ hair tightly, pressing into his scalp, both trying to pull him closer and also maybe push him away, because the stimulation is so intense Baekhyun is embarrassed to say he cannot, and will not, last too long.

“Kris--” he stutters out, and Kris pulls off of his cock with a soft ‘pop’, making Baekhyun whine. “I… if you keep doing that…”

Seemingly understanding, Kris lifts up and kisses Baekhyun’s lips -- the younger’s nose wrinkles slightly at the taste and Kris only laughs a little, before quietly asking Baekhyun if he has lube. No sugar coating it, no beating around the bush; Baekhyun nods and points to his bedside table, which Kris opens up and rifles around as quickly a possible, procuring the bottle and setting it aside. He peeks into the drawer again, and then makes a soft, disgruntled noise before he pulls away.

“What--?” Baekhyun reaches out for Kris’ biceps, keeping him from going anywhere. Fear bubbles up inside him -- what if Kris doesn’t want to do this, anymore? What if he’s changed his mind?

“You don’t have any condoms,” Kris says with an incredulous chuckle, breathless as he leans down to kiss Baekhyun’s lips. “Can you wait a minute?”

Baekhyun covers his face, mortified. His minor freak-out for nothing. Well -- condoms aren’t ‘nothing’, but Baekhyun had immediately jumped to the worst conclusion possible. Nodding, face still buried in his hands, too embarrassed to look at Kris, he gestures with a foot.

“I can wait.”

The mattress shifts and he knows Kris is gone; Baekhyun peeks out from his fingers to find himself alone in his room. Well. If he had known something like this was going to happen, he would have been more prepared. Now he feels like a fool.

It only takes a few minutes for Kris to return, jeans slung low on his hips and a box in his hands. Baekhyun’s erection has wilted a bit, and ok, so the romance ended up fizzling into clusminess, but the affectionate smile on Kris’ lips makes it much less embarrassing. Endearing, almost. Kris sheds the jeans, revealing no boxers underneath and his engorged cock, and Baekhyun almost chokes on his spit, feeling his own arousal twitch.

“Ok,” Kris says, climbing onto the bed and pulling a condom out of the box before setting the box in the night stand drawer. He kisses Baekhyun’s forehead, “Back to business.”

Baekhyun can’t help but laugh, relieved, in love, enamored. Kris resumes his position between Baekhyun’s legs, long fingers wrapping around the younger’s cock to stroke him back to full hardness. It doesn’t take long; Kris is so atrociously sexy that Baekhyun is pretty sure that, after this, he’ll be sporting a chub for the rest of his life.

A few strokes in, Kris is uncapping the lube. Baekhyun closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling before closing his eyes. Kris’ lips are on his neck, kissing along his throat, mouthing at his pulse as a slicked finger presses against Baekhyun’s rim. Now, Baekhyun has played with himself before, more times than he can count, but -- Baekhyun’s fingers are long and slim, whereas Kris’ fingers are long and full. Easily, his index finger equals two of Baekhyun’s, and the breach makes Baekhyun’s breath hitch in his throat, a burning sensation flaring through his backside.

“You’re doing great, baby,” Kris praises against Baekhyun’s skin.

That helps, even if just a fraction.

Kris’ finger works in slowly, bit by bit, and when Baekhyun feels the knuckles of his hand against his ass cheeks, Baekhyun is pretty sure that he feels stretched to full capacity. Kris starts working his finger around a bit, pressing against the walls, crooking, searching, and it doesn’t take long for a blinding pleasure to override the stinging pain, taking all the air out of Baekhyun’s lungs.

“Holy--” Baekhyun gasps out.

Chuckling, Kris pulls away from that certain spot, still working his finger around. “That’s just a taste of how I’ll make you feel.”

Baekhyun whines, “You’re such a tease.”

Kris’ mouth moves up to Baekhyun’s jaw, before kissing the corner of his mouth. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to take care of you.”

“And I want your dick inside my ass,” Baekhyun quips, bravery a crazy thing when his brain was just short-circuited with pleasure.

Another low chuckle, and Kris rotates his wrist, before pressing a second finger to Baekhyun’s hole. “Really bad?”

Baekhyun squirms and exhales hotly as Kris’ middle finger slides in along his index. “Really bad.”

But the fact of the matter is that even if Kris’ fingers are long and full, Kris’ dick is much, much more than that. There’s a bit of anticipation balled up in Baekhyun’s chest at the mere thought of it, but he keeps recalling that zing of pleasure that had ripped through his system -- and he knows, he knows it’ll be worth any discomfort that he’s going through.

Kris scissors him open with two fingers, working diligently but gently, making sure to press against all of Baekhyun’s walls and add more and more lube. It’s probably too slick, Baekhyun thinks, but that will be changed once the latex hits skin. Besides, what does Baekhyun know? He’s only done this by himself.

Getting the condom open is a difficult task, what with one of Kris’ hands covered in lube. Baekhyun tears the foil open and sits up just slightly -- and then he rolls it over Kris’ cock, himself, marveling at the size, the girth, the color and the hardness of it. Oh man. That’s going inside him. He swallows down his insecurities because Kris is moaning at his touch, before he’s gently pushing Baekhyun’s fingers away.

“I’ll go slow,” Kris promises, as he lays Baekhyun back on the bed. One arm wraps around Baekhyun’s waist, propping up his tailbone a bit, Kris’ strong arm like an anchor. The other hand helps Baekhyun wrap his legs around Kris’ waist, where Kris tells Baekhyun he can squeeze him when it hurts. Quite a promise, considering Baekhyun’s thighs could probably crush steel.

The instant the head of Kris’ erection starts pushing against Baekhyun’s hole, Baekhyun tenses. Kris calms him with kisses and caresses, his fingers wrapping around Baekhyun’s dick and stroking it leisurely. He pushes in slow, like promised, but Baekhyun feels heat licking its way through his muscles, body straining at the foreign sensation, muscles screaming at the stretch and the burn. But Baekhyun bites his fist, closes his eyes, and focuses on the scent of Kris’ lingering cologne, of his strong, solid body hovering over him, and the way that his eyes are focused solely on Baekhyun’s features.

There’s a moment of silence, and when Baekhyun exhales the breath he’s been holding, he realizes that Kris is all the way in. Bottomed out. His balls are pressing against Baekhyun’s cheeks and oh, Baekhyun feels so full, so… stupidly, cliche’d complete. His arms wrap around Kris’ shoulders and his body isn’t quite ready, but his mind is, and he whispers for Kris to move, voice hoarse.

Obliging, Kris barely pulls out, before pushing back in. It’s more of a grind than a thrust and Baekhyun appreciates that; he can feel every millimeter of Kris’ cock inside of him, each throb, even the veins through the latex and wow, the pain seems to be magically dissipating the more Kris moves. Soon enough, Baekhyun’s head is tossing back, his eyes closed and his body laid bare and open for Kris to take, begging for more.

Baekhyun had asked Kris to fuck him, but Kris is making love to him, and Baekhyun is pretty sure he’s more than ok with that.

Everything is slow, sensual, and Kris never thrusts hard, but he always pushes in deep, thorough, making sure to touch every inch of Baekhyun’s insides. They work each other up to their orgasm and it’s Baekhyun that comes first, spilling over Kris’ continuously working hand, the flush on Baekhyun’s cheeks rising to his ears. He didn’t last very long -- but Kris doesn’t seem to mind, thrusting through Baekhyun’s orgasm, drawing it out by matching his strokes to it. Kris is still moving within Baekhyun even as Baekhyun starts to come off of the high, and it’s then that Baekhyun shifts his hips, moving to meet Kris’, and then Kris’ pace stutters a bit before he lets out a low groan. Realizing that Kris likes that, Baekhyun does it again, his inner muscles contracting around Kris’ length, his ankles hooking behind Kris’ back as he beckons the man in deeper, harder.

It takes a few more thrusts before Kris groans out Baekhyun’s name, his hips stilling, burying as deep as they can within Baekhyun’s body. Briefly, Baekhyun wishes he could feel the heat filling him up, but the look on Kris’ face is enough to warm Baekhyun from the inside out.

Tangled, panting and sweaty, they lay tangled together for a few moments, catching their breath. Baekhyun feels a lot like a princess who just consummated her marriage with her prince, and he laughs out loud at that thought.

Kris makes a curious grunting noise, clearly not able to make the words to ask Baekhyun what the heck he’s laughing about.

“Nothing,” Baekhyun says, even though Kris’ weight is almost crushing him. He threads his fingers through Kris’ hair, “... You need to get off of me, though.”

Bashfully, and always unaware of just how large he is, Kris shifts -- his cock slips free from Baekhyun’s body and he ties off the condom before disposing of it properly, and then he pulls Baekhyun into his embrace, the both of them relaxing into the sheets.

After some time cuddling, Baekhyun staring at the ceiling and wondering how he got so lucky, a soft snore leaves Kris’ lips.

Rolling his eyes, Baekhyun resists a groan. “Of course he snores.”

Not everyone is perfect.

Even the hot landlord, Kris Wu.

--

As Baekhyun totes the last of his boxes up towards Kris’ apartment, he takes a moment to think about his life. Within a year he’d successfully moved out of his mom’s house (finally), he’d gotten back into school because he had enough money saved (finally), and he’d managed to snag hot landlord Kris Wu (finally). On top of that, he’s moving in with said hot landlord. Score.

Joonmyun had moved out with Kyungsoo, and that left Kris and Baekhyun alone in the quadroplex. Kris ran another ad -- and when Baekhyun had glanced at it, and saw ‘three apartments available’, he’d nearly had a hissy fit approaching Kris about it. It, perhaps, wasn’t the smoothest way to ask Baekhyun to move in with him… but Baekhyun had accepted it nonetheless.

“Hey,” Kris greets as he meets Baekhyun in the doorway, taking the box from the younger and leaning in for a kiss to his cheek. “There’s two people dropping by to check the place out today.”

Baekhyun smiles, “That’s ok, I can unpack on my own.”

Kris sends him a relieved smile, this time pressing a kiss to his lips. The main doorbell rings and Kris beams, hugging Baekhyun. “This guy came highly recommended from Joonmyun.”

Nodding, Baekhyun watches Kris leave; and then sets down his box, before inconspicuously following his boyfriend out of the room. He stays at the top of the landing, though, so he can watch the exchange from a distance, curious about what kind of person he’ll be sharing this building with.

Kris greets the man warmly, and brings him inside. Short, shorter than Baekhyun, with a kitten smile and mischievous eyes. He hears Kris giving the old spiel about living close to a bus line and businesses, and then there’s a bit of commotion -- which has Baekhyun crouching down a bit so he can see better.

The third guy entering the doorway is almost as tall as Kris, and has the most ridiculous smile ever. But it’s infectious -- and Baekhyun might be imagining it, but the shorter man blushes a bit even as he seems to grumble in annoyance.

He hears names exchanged -- Chanyeol and Jongdae -- but he doesn’t hear much beyond that. Kris is showing them the apartments on the bottom level, and Baekhyun smiles a bit. One of them will take Baekhyun’s old place, with the teal walls and plush carpet, and they’ll make new memories there.

After about twenty minutes, Kris returns to his apartment, where Baekhyun has started unpacking a few of his meager possessions. He hugs Baekhyun from behind, kissing the shell of his ear, encasing him in warmth.

“How did it go?” Baekhyun asks, leaning into the taller.

“They’ll be in by the end of the month,” Kris says, pride and satisfaction in his voice.

“I’m proud of you,” Baekhyun says, turning around so he can kiss Kris’ jaw.

Kris meets his gaze, his eyes fond, like they always are when regarding Baekhyun. “I’m proud of you.”

They don’t talk about it much -- how Baekhyun has battled his insecurities, his own personal demons, and came out on top. But whenever Kris praises him for it, Baekhyun falls a little bit more in love.

“Wanna…” Kris catches Baekhyun’s attention again, his brows waggling suggestively as he gestures towards the bedroom.

Laughing, Baekhyun rolls his eyes, taking a step back and holding his wrists up. “You have me enslaved by your love.”

“Muwahahaaaa,” Kris laughs in a faux evil way, scooping Baekhyun up and tossing him over his shoulder, marching off towards the bedroom.

Life is what you make it. No matter the hardship or the cost, the success or failure… Good comes when you let it.

Having a six-foot-hunky boyfriend definitely helps, though.

“Ow, my toe--!”

“Sorry--!”

… Most times.



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