#24 [EXO, Sehun/Tao, Sehun/Chanyeol]
Fandom: EXO
Title: untitled
Rating: R
Pairing(s)/Focus: Sehun/Tao, Sehun/Chanyeol
Length: 2,231 words
Summary: It shouldn’t be this difficult when he only wants one thing.
Notes: This was probably the hardest thing that I’ve ever written since not only do we ship completely different pairings, but I also changed fandoms in the middle of July. I hope it doesn’t disappoint you though T^T
Remixee author: admortems
Title of work you remixed: backyardigans
Link to work you remixed: http://untildeaths.livejournal.com/1094.html
He wakes up abruptly, scared by something that he was dreaming about merely seconds ago. He immediately tries sitting up and his joints pop uncomfortably. He feels dizzy and his eyes are screaming murder at him, bloodshot and burning from the lack of sleep. For a moment he considers going back to sleep but the urge to take a piss is too strong, so he crawls out of the tent on all fours and waters the nearest bush.
It’s only when he stands up that he realizes what a sorry state he’s in. His whole side is bruised, probably from being hit by Zitao’s sharp elbows during the night. His eyes are still burning, he keeps on sneezing and his vision is a bit too blurry. He knew he’d get sick. No amount of body heat can help you when the temperature during the night falls below 14 degrees.
He takes one last look at the tent but decides against waking Zitao up. Instead, he goes back to the porch and tries to open the sliding door. This time it gives way instantly and somehow that makes him all the more angry.
He stomps through Chanyeol’s living room, barely avoiding stepping on Jongin’s face (not that he didn’t consider deliberately stepping on it for a good minute) and climbs the stairs to the first floor, tightly clutching the railings. He stumbles through the hallway and unceremoniously opens the door to Chanyeol’s room.
There’s a bunch of empty beer cans strewn about on the floor and a lone, cheap champagne bottle that Baekhyun is using as a pillow. Chanyeol is lying on the bed, his legs dangling off the sides of the bed, and shirt worn inside out. He has the same stupid smile on his face as he had last night while tittering together with Luhan.
Sehun stops dead in his tracks and feels a wave of heat coming from his chest up to his cheeks. He tightly clenches his fists and forces himself to look away, trying to locate Chanyeol’s wardrobe. He snatches a pair of boxers and a cardigan before locking himself in the bathroom and scrubbing all of the dried cum off himself. While leaving, he dumps his dirty boxers next to Chanyeol’s head and then slams the front door shut for extra measure.
dude were those boxers urs? chanyeol was freaking out the whole morning n tried to disinfect his face with hydrogen peroxide. nice one, is the text he gets from Jongin a few hours later. He still regrets not stomping on his friend’s face but Chanyeol’s distress is satisfying enough.
He gets a text from Zitao too. He doesn’t open it though and he isn’t sure if he will open it at all. It’s not like he didn’t want to sleep with him. On the contrary. But there’s little else he wants from him and Zitao’s cuddling tendencies definitely didn’t help the matter.
Chanyeol corners him at uni a few days later. He casually throws an arm around Sehun’s shoulders and grins wide enough for Sehun to get a close up of his gums.
“Nice cardigan you got there,” Chanyeol whispers into his ear, grinning even wider. Sehun can feel goosebumps rising down his neck and his muscles are so taut they could snap at any moment.
“No thanks to you,” he mumbles and tries to wriggle out of Chanyeol’s gradually tighter embrace. Chanyeol’s completely unfazed though, his big eyes shining with excitement.
“Mind at least giving me back my underwear? Yours isn’t exactly my style. Though I guess it must have been Zitao’s.” Sehun bites his lip and cringes inwardly at the innuendo. Chanyeol was never one to beat around the bush and Sehun has always appreciated that. Right now however all he wants to do is go back to the lecture room and join Jongdae in staring at their new Philosophy professor.
“Come over to get it then. You left me outside freezing my ass off,” Sehun spits out and elbows Chanyeol sharply in the side. His friend finally releases him, recoiling in pain.
“Touché. At least you got your sorry ass laid. That would happen more often if you stopped acting like you don’t know how to use your phone.” Chanyeol winks at him and goes away while laughing so obnoxiously that Sehun can hear him for a good minute afterwards.
He doesn’t text Zitao even when the latter tries to call him that night.
They became friends at the end of the kindergarten, he and Chanyeol. It was pretty ordinary as far as friendships go. One day, they found themselves in the same sandbox during the outdoor activities, both set on building a sandcastle. They partially succeeded at the task although Sehun got more sand in his eyes from Chanyeol’s crazy shovelling than they ended up using for the castle. Even back then his friend’s smile looked really demented and his eyes were so big Sehun was sure one day they would pop out of his sockets on their own.
They met Luhan and Jongin in primary school and officially bonded over impromptu dissections of the frogs they used to catch in the pond in the backyard during the breaks. Then, they ended up in the same junior high and high school, and parted ways only in uni. Theoretically at least, because they all still lived in the same city and met up pretty regularly.
There are times when Sehun wonders how his friendship with Chanyeol would have looked like if they hadn’t met Luhan and Jongin at all.
Chanyeol texts him two weeks after the disastrous party. bitch bring my underwear and a box of beer. no free drinks for u tonight. be here whenever. Sehun looks in the direction of his bed where Chanyeol’s cardigan is lying. He grimaces but calls Jongin and asks him to come pick him up. Then, he quickly texts Zitao. see u tonight
He gets really fucking tipsy after his third drink. Jongin mixes each of them for him with a devilish grin plastered onto his face. Sehun figures there’s more vodka than juice in what he’s drinking. When his vision gets a bit blurry around the fourth drink, he not-so-accidentally dumps half of it onto Jongin’s lap.
Chanyeol’s having the time of his life. There are two girls grinding up on him to the beat of the music and letting him grope them way too shamelessly for a public place. Sehun loses his balance a bit when he sees that. Not that it was hard to. He only bumped into all the doorframes on his way to the living room turned dancefloor. He doesn’t land on the floor though. Instead, someone steadies him from behind, long fingers digging uncomfortably into his hips. Sehun turns around slowly and exhales shakily when he sees Zitao. How easy.
They make out in the hallway on the first floor. Sehun keeps bumping into picture frames which isn’t really that painful in itself but combined with Zitao’s desperate manhandling makes Sehun see red. He kicks open the nearest door and they stumble into Chanyeol’s room. Sehun instantly freezes and pushes Zitao away.
“What is it?” Zitao looks like he can’t decide if he wants to shout or cry. For a split second Sehun considers backing off and finding someone else to take care of his hard-on.
“We did it in Chanyeol’s backyard last time and now we’re gonna use his bed?” Sehun says, furrowing his eyebrows. Zitao sighs, shoulders sagging. “Do we really need to talk about Chanyeol every fucking time we try to get off?”
There are things that Sehun could say right now but he refuses to even think about them most of the time. Talking about Chanyeol never does him good even if everything that has happened recently was that idiot’s fault. He can almost hear Jongin’s voice telling him to man up and take care of this hot chinese martial artists instead of moping around like a 5 year old. Jongin’s nowhere near a voice of reason but Sehun will take what he can get.
“Right. No. We don’t. Let’s get his bed dirty as revenge.”
It’s much worse than the last time. He has the migraine of the century and an impossibly stiff neck, not to mention Zitao’s drool all over his chest.
The house is eerily quiet when he finally stumbles out of the bathroom after puking his guts out. It’s a miracle everyone is still passed out considering how loud he’s being. He tries to sneak into the kitchen unnoticed but it proves to be a task of herculean proportions since his equilibrium is completely off.
Sehun bumps into the table that’s right next to the kitchen door and lands face down on the floor. He groans and rolls over onto his back. At first, when he notices Chanyeol staring down at him, Sehun figures he must have had a concussion and is seeing things. He blinks but Chanyeol’s horribly bright smile doesn’t disappear.
“Need help ungluing yourself from the floor?”
Sehun wants to say no but it’s not as if he can actually manage to stand up on his own.
“Yes,” he utters through clenched teeth. Chanyeol’s fingers wrap around his wrists and he pulls Sehun up as easily as if Sehun weighed nothing.
“Sit down. I’m making coffee. Will share even though fucking on my bed was quite the dick move.” Chanyeol’s voice makes him shudder and his wrists feel like they’re on fire in the place where Chanyeol touched them.
There’s a bitter aftertaste at the back of Sehun’s throat. He coughs, willing the taste to go away but even after drinking coffee, it lingers. His fingers seem to have a life on their own, drumming against the table nonstop.
“So did you score with those two girls last night?” he asks Chanyeol who appears to be in a great mood, humming while washing the dishes. Chanyeol laughs and turns the water off, wiping his hands on his pants. “No. Didn’t even get a blowjob. You must have stolen all my luck.”
“Want me to give you one?”
The silence is deafening. Chanyeol’s smile drops off instantly, his eyes widen and he seems to freeze in one place, not even blinking. Sehun can hear the blood roaring in his ears and his pulse is so quick that he’s pretty sure this is how people feel right before a heart attack. Then, Chanyeol finally looks away from him and lets out an awkward giggle. “You must still be really out of it, huh?”
“Yeah. I was just joking,” Sehun deadpans.
They’d just entered high school when Chanyeol and Jongin tried to get him to hook up with Luhan. They were similarly subtle back then as well, locking him and Luhan in a janitor’s closet. Sehun didn’t find Luhan unattractive by any means but at the age of 16 he wanted to be with someone who not only had a dick but who he also liked. Things have changed quite considerably since then but necessity is the mother of invention (or sleeping around, in his case).
He has no idea what he’s been expecting to happen really. Sehun knows Chanyeol better than he does his parents and brother combined after all, since they grew up literally glued at the hip. It pisses him off but deep down he’s not surprised that Chanyeol’s acting as if everything’s fine. It’s the easiest way out. Not that things are actually fine. At least not on Sehun’s side.
Initially, Sehun tries to pick up smoking. The feeling of cigarettes between his fingers, the smell and the heady taste calm him down. Every time he takes a drag, it’s as if a hand was smoothing his nerves, plucking jagged ends and untangling the never-ending knots. He goes through pack after pack at a record speed, going up to three a day in a mere week. Then, Chanyeol gets a girlfriend and Sehun figures trying to do anything is just a waste of time.
He lets Zitao push him onto the bed and takes his shirt off on autopilot. Zitao crawls on top of him and kisses him, sloppy and desperate, as if he knew more than Sehun’s ever expected him to know. And Sehun kisses back because it’s something that’s familiar and simple. Something he could do without giving it a single thought.
He moans unabashed and digs his fingers into the mattress when Zitao takes him in his mouth and then licks a stripe slowly from the base up to the head. Sehun squeezes his eyes shut and bucks his hips the instant Zitao starts sucking him off in earnest, head bobbing up and down.
Sehun briefly opens his eyes and looks down at Zitao. His hair is a mess and there’s a bit of eyeliner smudged in the corner of his left eye. He’s tall and lean, slender fingers digging into Sehun’s hips. It feels good and Sehun is coming faster than ever, choking Zitao without a care. But Zitao is just not tall enough and the look in his eyes is too sharp and too intense. And it must all be showing on Sehun’s face because Zitao smiles a bit bitterly and says, “Didn’t we agree not to talk about Chanyeol when we fuck? You should just take what you can get.”
Title: untitled
Rating: R
Pairing(s)/Focus: Sehun/Tao, Sehun/Chanyeol
Length: 2,231 words
Summary: It shouldn’t be this difficult when he only wants one thing.
Notes: This was probably the hardest thing that I’ve ever written since not only do we ship completely different pairings, but I also changed fandoms in the middle of July. I hope it doesn’t disappoint you though T^T
Remixee author: admortems
Title of work you remixed: backyardigans
Link to work you remixed: http://untildeaths.livejournal.com/1094.html
He wakes up abruptly, scared by something that he was dreaming about merely seconds ago. He immediately tries sitting up and his joints pop uncomfortably. He feels dizzy and his eyes are screaming murder at him, bloodshot and burning from the lack of sleep. For a moment he considers going back to sleep but the urge to take a piss is too strong, so he crawls out of the tent on all fours and waters the nearest bush.
It’s only when he stands up that he realizes what a sorry state he’s in. His whole side is bruised, probably from being hit by Zitao’s sharp elbows during the night. His eyes are still burning, he keeps on sneezing and his vision is a bit too blurry. He knew he’d get sick. No amount of body heat can help you when the temperature during the night falls below 14 degrees.
He takes one last look at the tent but decides against waking Zitao up. Instead, he goes back to the porch and tries to open the sliding door. This time it gives way instantly and somehow that makes him all the more angry.
He stomps through Chanyeol’s living room, barely avoiding stepping on Jongin’s face (not that he didn’t consider deliberately stepping on it for a good minute) and climbs the stairs to the first floor, tightly clutching the railings. He stumbles through the hallway and unceremoniously opens the door to Chanyeol’s room.
There’s a bunch of empty beer cans strewn about on the floor and a lone, cheap champagne bottle that Baekhyun is using as a pillow. Chanyeol is lying on the bed, his legs dangling off the sides of the bed, and shirt worn inside out. He has the same stupid smile on his face as he had last night while tittering together with Luhan.
Sehun stops dead in his tracks and feels a wave of heat coming from his chest up to his cheeks. He tightly clenches his fists and forces himself to look away, trying to locate Chanyeol’s wardrobe. He snatches a pair of boxers and a cardigan before locking himself in the bathroom and scrubbing all of the dried cum off himself. While leaving, he dumps his dirty boxers next to Chanyeol’s head and then slams the front door shut for extra measure.
dude were those boxers urs? chanyeol was freaking out the whole morning n tried to disinfect his face with hydrogen peroxide. nice one, is the text he gets from Jongin a few hours later. He still regrets not stomping on his friend’s face but Chanyeol’s distress is satisfying enough.
He gets a text from Zitao too. He doesn’t open it though and he isn’t sure if he will open it at all. It’s not like he didn’t want to sleep with him. On the contrary. But there’s little else he wants from him and Zitao’s cuddling tendencies definitely didn’t help the matter.
Chanyeol corners him at uni a few days later. He casually throws an arm around Sehun’s shoulders and grins wide enough for Sehun to get a close up of his gums.
“Nice cardigan you got there,” Chanyeol whispers into his ear, grinning even wider. Sehun can feel goosebumps rising down his neck and his muscles are so taut they could snap at any moment.
“No thanks to you,” he mumbles and tries to wriggle out of Chanyeol’s gradually tighter embrace. Chanyeol’s completely unfazed though, his big eyes shining with excitement.
“Mind at least giving me back my underwear? Yours isn’t exactly my style. Though I guess it must have been Zitao’s.” Sehun bites his lip and cringes inwardly at the innuendo. Chanyeol was never one to beat around the bush and Sehun has always appreciated that. Right now however all he wants to do is go back to the lecture room and join Jongdae in staring at their new Philosophy professor.
“Come over to get it then. You left me outside freezing my ass off,” Sehun spits out and elbows Chanyeol sharply in the side. His friend finally releases him, recoiling in pain.
“Touché. At least you got your sorry ass laid. That would happen more often if you stopped acting like you don’t know how to use your phone.” Chanyeol winks at him and goes away while laughing so obnoxiously that Sehun can hear him for a good minute afterwards.
He doesn’t text Zitao even when the latter tries to call him that night.
They became friends at the end of the kindergarten, he and Chanyeol. It was pretty ordinary as far as friendships go. One day, they found themselves in the same sandbox during the outdoor activities, both set on building a sandcastle. They partially succeeded at the task although Sehun got more sand in his eyes from Chanyeol’s crazy shovelling than they ended up using for the castle. Even back then his friend’s smile looked really demented and his eyes were so big Sehun was sure one day they would pop out of his sockets on their own.
They met Luhan and Jongin in primary school and officially bonded over impromptu dissections of the frogs they used to catch in the pond in the backyard during the breaks. Then, they ended up in the same junior high and high school, and parted ways only in uni. Theoretically at least, because they all still lived in the same city and met up pretty regularly.
There are times when Sehun wonders how his friendship with Chanyeol would have looked like if they hadn’t met Luhan and Jongin at all.
Chanyeol texts him two weeks after the disastrous party. bitch bring my underwear and a box of beer. no free drinks for u tonight. be here whenever. Sehun looks in the direction of his bed where Chanyeol’s cardigan is lying. He grimaces but calls Jongin and asks him to come pick him up. Then, he quickly texts Zitao. see u tonight
He gets really fucking tipsy after his third drink. Jongin mixes each of them for him with a devilish grin plastered onto his face. Sehun figures there’s more vodka than juice in what he’s drinking. When his vision gets a bit blurry around the fourth drink, he not-so-accidentally dumps half of it onto Jongin’s lap.
Chanyeol’s having the time of his life. There are two girls grinding up on him to the beat of the music and letting him grope them way too shamelessly for a public place. Sehun loses his balance a bit when he sees that. Not that it was hard to. He only bumped into all the doorframes on his way to the living room turned dancefloor. He doesn’t land on the floor though. Instead, someone steadies him from behind, long fingers digging uncomfortably into his hips. Sehun turns around slowly and exhales shakily when he sees Zitao. How easy.
They make out in the hallway on the first floor. Sehun keeps bumping into picture frames which isn’t really that painful in itself but combined with Zitao’s desperate manhandling makes Sehun see red. He kicks open the nearest door and they stumble into Chanyeol’s room. Sehun instantly freezes and pushes Zitao away.
“What is it?” Zitao looks like he can’t decide if he wants to shout or cry. For a split second Sehun considers backing off and finding someone else to take care of his hard-on.
“We did it in Chanyeol’s backyard last time and now we’re gonna use his bed?” Sehun says, furrowing his eyebrows. Zitao sighs, shoulders sagging. “Do we really need to talk about Chanyeol every fucking time we try to get off?”
There are things that Sehun could say right now but he refuses to even think about them most of the time. Talking about Chanyeol never does him good even if everything that has happened recently was that idiot’s fault. He can almost hear Jongin’s voice telling him to man up and take care of this hot chinese martial artists instead of moping around like a 5 year old. Jongin’s nowhere near a voice of reason but Sehun will take what he can get.
“Right. No. We don’t. Let’s get his bed dirty as revenge.”
It’s much worse than the last time. He has the migraine of the century and an impossibly stiff neck, not to mention Zitao’s drool all over his chest.
The house is eerily quiet when he finally stumbles out of the bathroom after puking his guts out. It’s a miracle everyone is still passed out considering how loud he’s being. He tries to sneak into the kitchen unnoticed but it proves to be a task of herculean proportions since his equilibrium is completely off.
Sehun bumps into the table that’s right next to the kitchen door and lands face down on the floor. He groans and rolls over onto his back. At first, when he notices Chanyeol staring down at him, Sehun figures he must have had a concussion and is seeing things. He blinks but Chanyeol’s horribly bright smile doesn’t disappear.
“Need help ungluing yourself from the floor?”
Sehun wants to say no but it’s not as if he can actually manage to stand up on his own.
“Yes,” he utters through clenched teeth. Chanyeol’s fingers wrap around his wrists and he pulls Sehun up as easily as if Sehun weighed nothing.
“Sit down. I’m making coffee. Will share even though fucking on my bed was quite the dick move.” Chanyeol’s voice makes him shudder and his wrists feel like they’re on fire in the place where Chanyeol touched them.
There’s a bitter aftertaste at the back of Sehun’s throat. He coughs, willing the taste to go away but even after drinking coffee, it lingers. His fingers seem to have a life on their own, drumming against the table nonstop.
“So did you score with those two girls last night?” he asks Chanyeol who appears to be in a great mood, humming while washing the dishes. Chanyeol laughs and turns the water off, wiping his hands on his pants. “No. Didn’t even get a blowjob. You must have stolen all my luck.”
“Want me to give you one?”
The silence is deafening. Chanyeol’s smile drops off instantly, his eyes widen and he seems to freeze in one place, not even blinking. Sehun can hear the blood roaring in his ears and his pulse is so quick that he’s pretty sure this is how people feel right before a heart attack. Then, Chanyeol finally looks away from him and lets out an awkward giggle. “You must still be really out of it, huh?”
“Yeah. I was just joking,” Sehun deadpans.
They’d just entered high school when Chanyeol and Jongin tried to get him to hook up with Luhan. They were similarly subtle back then as well, locking him and Luhan in a janitor’s closet. Sehun didn’t find Luhan unattractive by any means but at the age of 16 he wanted to be with someone who not only had a dick but who he also liked. Things have changed quite considerably since then but necessity is the mother of invention (or sleeping around, in his case).
He has no idea what he’s been expecting to happen really. Sehun knows Chanyeol better than he does his parents and brother combined after all, since they grew up literally glued at the hip. It pisses him off but deep down he’s not surprised that Chanyeol’s acting as if everything’s fine. It’s the easiest way out. Not that things are actually fine. At least not on Sehun’s side.
Initially, Sehun tries to pick up smoking. The feeling of cigarettes between his fingers, the smell and the heady taste calm him down. Every time he takes a drag, it’s as if a hand was smoothing his nerves, plucking jagged ends and untangling the never-ending knots. He goes through pack after pack at a record speed, going up to three a day in a mere week. Then, Chanyeol gets a girlfriend and Sehun figures trying to do anything is just a waste of time.
He lets Zitao push him onto the bed and takes his shirt off on autopilot. Zitao crawls on top of him and kisses him, sloppy and desperate, as if he knew more than Sehun’s ever expected him to know. And Sehun kisses back because it’s something that’s familiar and simple. Something he could do without giving it a single thought.
He moans unabashed and digs his fingers into the mattress when Zitao takes him in his mouth and then licks a stripe slowly from the base up to the head. Sehun squeezes his eyes shut and bucks his hips the instant Zitao starts sucking him off in earnest, head bobbing up and down.
Sehun briefly opens his eyes and looks down at Zitao. His hair is a mess and there’s a bit of eyeliner smudged in the corner of his left eye. He’s tall and lean, slender fingers digging into Sehun’s hips. It feels good and Sehun is coming faster than ever, choking Zitao without a care. But Zitao is just not tall enough and the look in his eyes is too sharp and too intense. And it must all be showing on Sehun’s face because Zitao smiles a bit bitterly and says, “Didn’t we agree not to talk about Chanyeol when we fuck? You should just take what you can get.”