[FIC] Pieces in London (Suho/Baekhyun)
Fandom: EXO
Title: Pieces of London
Pairing(s): Suho/Baekhyun
Word Count: 5.8K
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Slice of life
Warnings: Language, Sex, Fluff
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything except the plot. Don’t even own the gif that goes with the plot.
Summary: Joonmyun is a fund manager from a stifling family who is transferred to London. There he meets Baekhyun, a wounded free spirit who fills in his missing pieces.
AN: Un-beta'd. Sorry. I don’t write much and this isn’t even my OTP but it was brought on by this gif set. I’m sorry in advance for my non-existent sense of humour and the countless other flaws it may have. Regardless, I thought this might be better off here than rotting away on my hard drive with my other half finished fanfiction. Also, this is soccer football and not American football and I’m not a Ronaldo fangirl nor am I a 1D fangirl.
They must look strange, walking side by side, Joonmyun thinks. Of course, he knows that Baekhyun doesn’t care. He also knows that, being two Koreans, they don’t attract much interest from the Europeans around them anyway. But Joonmyun still thinks they must look strange. One dressed in Boss suits and Armani shoes, black hair combed back. Another dressed in a mish-mash of ragged and preppy English clothes with hair dyed a dirty blonde. The only thing they can seem to agree on is the color of their clothes, monochrome wardrobes consisting of black and white and all shades in between and none others.
It’s Friday and Joonmyun has just completed another day of tedious work for bosses in big banks and clients with deep pockets. He hopes they won’t call him in to work overtime like they did last week, he’s left his duties to another team member this weekend. They don’t. Instead, he gets a call from Baekhyun who chirps at him that he’s waiting for him at their usual spot. Joonmyun sighs but tells him he’ll be there shortly before packing up his things and heading out.
Joonmyun had been transferred to London two years after he started working. His English was good, his mind for finance and numbers was even better. The term had been undecided, but Joonmyun hadn’t minded. He was eager for any opportunity that would take him away from his over bearing parents and their constant stream of potential wives from rich families.
His first month had been spent in a flurry of rebellion. He enjoyed London and its wild nights in famous streets. He had shown up to work with bags under his eyes and it was in that state that he met Kris, a Canadian, Chinese by birth, who’d quite similarly moved to London for work. He’d stumbled into him once, hung-over, and Kris had only laughed as he apologized. They spent an hour in the coffee shop that day bonding over their waived responsibilities and unreasonable recklessness. Joonmyun considers Kris to be his only friend in London. Baekhyun is another situation entirely and he’d rather avoid thinking about putting a label on them.
When Joonmyun gets into the elevator that day, Kris simply raises his eyebrow at his appearance and asks, “Jailbait waiting for you?” And of course, Kris is one of the few in the building who know about Baekhyun. He’d seen them together at a bar close to Joonmyun’s office building watching a football match, once. Needless to say, they didn’t go there anymore.
“Maybe.” Joonmyun shrugs, “He’s in university, you know.” Kris just hums in response.
The manager spent every day looking at numbers and data, he was good at what he did, but Baekhyun was the number Joonmyun had never thought to factor in. He had met him near the end of his second month. Joonmyun still wasn’t certain if it was a blessing or a curse. Because while Baekhyun was a bratty young Korean, younger than him by a few years, who smoked and played like he was born to, Baekhyun had also steadied Joonmyun from his furious decline to who knows where.
Baekhyun attended university in London, an art student with a major he never took the time to specify. Joonmyun tended not to think much of it. Instead, they took to spending time together eating, loitering, and relaxing in Joonmyun’s apartment, complaining loudly in Korean. Joonmyun’s schedule had leveled out smoothly and while he had stopped trying to ruin himself in search of freedom, Baekhyun never let him get too comfortable. It’s been four months now and Joonmyun constantly wonders how Baekhyun managed to land himself in his lap.
“Don’t you have friends?” Joonmyun says to the young man in the coffee shop waiting for him.
Today, Baekhyun is wearing tight black jeans tucked into black boots. A white collared shirt is peeking from his black sweater and he seems small in his equally black pea coat. Joonmyun’s only consolation is that the younger’s bleached hair is partially hidden under a black beanie and he pointedly ignores the looks they get. Baekhyun smiles at him and approaches, “You’re my favorite! You should be happy.” His make-up is as flawless as usual, a perfect black line accenting his pretty eyes.
“And why’s that? Why should I be happy?” Joonmyun shrugs on his own coat before tucking the hand free from his briefcase into his pocket. He doesn’t wait for Baekhyun to reach him before he’s heading down the street. It’s a testament to how accustomed he is to Baekhyun’s presence that he doesn’t even flinch when the other curls a slender hand against the inside of his elbow, tucking his body in beside Joonmyun’s and falling into step with him, shoulders brushing due to their similar height.
“Art students, you know?” Baekhyun snickers, “Never know when the inspiration will hit. Some of my friends don’t see me for weeks sometimes.” It’s November and London is getting unbearably cold in Joonmyun’s opinion. The wind bites at his skin uncomfortably and Joonmyun can’t wait to bask in the warmth of his apartment. They’ve only been outside for a few minutes, but Baekhyun’s nose is already pink, a blush working itself onto his cheeks.
“Yet you still find time to mooch off of me. What do you do, anyway?” Joonmyun frowns at him.
“I’m a starving university student and you’re a well off banker. Surely you can swipe your card here and there for a struggling dongsaeng.” Baekhyun teases, “Come on, let’s go for dinner, I’m hungry.”
Joonmyun doesn’t miss the way Baekhyun avoids some of his questions. He thinks the younger fashions his persona to be slightly mysterious and Joonmyun can’t find the time to care. He’s known the younger long enough to know he isn’t going to steal money for drugs or sell him to organ harvesters or something of the like. Not only is Baekhyun indifferent about things like money, but he’s also truthful when it’s important. His major wasn’t important.
&
They end up at some bustling bistro down the street from the main road. The food is good and the company ensures that the cocktails are flowing quickly. Joonmyun finds it hard to wind down but it’s never been a problem with Baekhyun. He takes off his suit jacket and loosens his tie, legs stretching ungracefully. Baekhyun’s leg is resting warm and reassuring against his under the small table.
When they eat, they talk about anything and everything, though they usually steer clear of some subjects.
“He’s so good it’s stupid.” Baekhyun counters.
“Talent, young’un. Talent.” Joonmyun scolds.
“Ronaldo this, Ronaldo that,” Baekhyun grumbles but concedes, “Pretty face, the body of a god, and amazing football skills, why is life so unfair?”
“Don’t be sad, Baek,” Joonmyun grins into the rim of his drink, “You’re pretty at least.”
“You’re so sweet,” Baekhyun leans across the table, lips tilting up.
“I know.”
“Anyway, why are we talking about football?”
“You’re the one who brought up the horribly good-looking and talented footballer.”
“Stop reminding me that life is unfair.”
“I won’t mention One Direction, then.” Baekhyun gives him a dark look for a different reason and Joonmyun orders another cocktail, “How’re Tommy and Lou?” Two of Baekhyun’s friends. They used to see each other frequently back when Joonmyun had first met Baekhyun and the elder was still exploiting his new found freedom. Joonmyun hasn’t seen them in a few weeks.
Baekhyun sits back again, crossing his legs and shrugging, “Around. I’ve been distracted lately.”
“By me?” The elder jokes, relaxed and loose lipped.
“Maybe.” Baekhyun quips back and his nonchalant confession has Joonmyun pausing.
“Well, these things are good to know.”
“Why?”
“So I can get rid of you while also seeming considerate.” Joonmyun smirks, “Baekhyun, you should concentrate on your friends and your studies. Stop hanging out with bankers and wasting your youth!” And his smirk morphs into a laugh.
“Ungrateful,” Baekhyun scowls and uncrosses his legs long enough to kick him in the shin.
Joonmyun curses, “The pants, Baekhyun, watch the designer pants, please!”
“I should spill my drink on them just because of that.” But Baekhyun leans his chin on his hand, elbow on the table, and foot warm against the inside of Joonmyun’s knee.
“I’d rather you not. How’s school anyway?”
Baekhyun hums, “Fine, winter exams are coming soon.” And a pretty hand is rising up to ask for the bill. “It’s late, let’s get going.” It’s slightly abrupt and Joonmyun regrets bringing up education yet again.
Baekhyun is already putting on his coat as a waiter drops the bill. Joonmyun is still finishing his drink and Baekhyun pauses before jerking his chin at the bill sitting between them.
“What am I, your pimp?” Baekhyun sends him a dirty look and Joonmyun rolls his eyes, changes his tone, “Of course, honey, let me get the bill.” He shuffles around and digs his wallet out and Baekhyun throws him a sweet smile, one that has Joonmyun laughing from too much grease. “Why do I put up with you?”
“Because I’m ‘pretty’, remember?”
Joonmyun tilts his head in acquiescence.
Baekhyun stands when Joonmyun finishes fishing out the required amount from his wallet and Joonmyun follows suit, slipping on his jacket and hooking his coat over his shoulders. Baekhyun leads the way, as usual, and Joonmyun follows him. Night has fallen while they were eating and with it the temperature. Baekhyun takes off down the street at a slow gait and Joonmyun simply follows as the younger lights up a cigarette.
“You should stop smoking.” Joonmyun says.
“Art students,” Baekhyun shoots back, “It’s what we do.”
“Sure.” The banker doesn’t mention how it makes no sense. Instead, he watches Baekhyun’s back as they walk. The truth is, sometimes Joonmyun worries about Baekhyun. His skin is paler than is considered healthy and his limbs skinnier than some girls. Although he assures Joonmyun he isn’t doing drugs, the elder thinks perhaps Baekhyun has other problems that prevent him from sleeping properly at night.
It’s not long before they reach the main road. Baekhyun stops on the corner and waits for Joonmyun to catch up. When he does, Joonmyun says, “I’m going home.” He wonders if he should ask Baekhyun to come over.
Baekhyun puts out his cigarette, stomping it out, and Joonmyun sees him bite his lip. He shouldn’t have worried though because Baekhyun only looks at him with his kohl rimmed eyes and says, “I’ll come with you.” Joonmyun isn’t even offended that Baekhyun says it like he’s doing him a favor.
Joonmyun spins on his heels and sets off. He doesn’t say anything when Baekhyun’s shoulder presses against his.
&
Joonmyun’s apartment is moderately sized and spacious. Being a fund manager has its privileges. Baekhyun is kicking off his boots and making a bee line for the kitchen before the door is even closed, throwing his jacket and hat to the side of the entry way.
“While you’re raiding my wine rack, you should at least pour me a glass of whiskey.” Joonmyun says loudly down the hall. When he makes it to the kitchen, Baekhyun is sitting in one of his kitchen counter chairs and, as expected, has a glass of red wine up at his lips.
“Your whiskey is over there, banker.” He says.
Joonmyun locates the glass and leans his hip against the counter, “Why red wine anyway?”
“Wine is classy.” Baekhyun obnoxiously turns his nose up at him and fluffs his hair.
Joonmyun snorts and rounds the kitchen counter to collapse on to his couch. It’s quiet for a moment and Joonmyun can’t help but stare at Baekhyun who is in turn staring at his wine. “What are you thinking about?”
The question startles the younger and he spins his stool slightly to look at him. “Lots of stuff,” Baekhyun sets down his glass then leans his upper body on the counter, head resting against his arms. It’s almost as if he’s talking to himself when he speaks again, “What am I going to do about my winter evaluations? Will I be good enough? What am I still doing here?”
The questions are and aren’t obscure all at once and cause Joonmyun to bite his lip because Baekhyun doesn’t like to talk about himself but it seems like he is asking about more than just simple things and is unintentionally revealing himself. Baekhyun stops himself and sits back up, taking another drink of wine. Joonmyun thinks he looks shaken, like he didn’t expect the words to fall from his mouth. The elder doesn’t say anything, studies him instead.
And how could he not feel that, despite seeing Baekhyun more than Kris, he still feels like he knows Kris much better. Baekhyun is a sort of an enigmatic presence, makes himself to be, like he doesn’t want anyone to get too close. The only thing Joonmyun knows of him is that he is firmly independent and elusive like smoke. One moment he is clinging to Joonmyun’s arm, whining for food, and the next he is sauntering away from him, cigarette at his lips as he disappears again. Joonmyun doesn’t contact Baekhyun. It’s always Baekhyun who contacts Joonmyun. To be completely honest, thinking of all of it now is giving Joonmyun mental whiplash.
“You’re confusing. You’re here because you want to be.” Joonmyun sighs and closes his eyes.
Baekhyun is humming under his breath, “Is that all it is?”
Joonmyun frowns, “What do you mean?”
A contemplative look settles on Baekhyun’s face, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, like he himself is questioning his own words. After a moment, he moves, seemingly deciding on something. He watches as Baekhyun puts down his half empty glass of wine quietly before gliding to where Joonmyun is lounged on his couch. Joonmyun is only slightly surprised when Baekhyun plucks the glass of whiskey from his hand to relocate it to the coffee table. And while they had done more than was normal for friends, he is still curious when the other male is suddenly close in front of him. One knee places itself by his hip and Joonmyun swallows thickly when thighs spread over his own so that Baekhyun can slide smoothly down and into his lap.
Breath sweetened by wine and tinged with smoke brushes over him as Baekhyun presses their foreheads together. It only takes a moment for his body to open up to Baekhyun, head tilting to press their lips together. There is no need for ceremony between them and Joonmyun doesn’t waste any time parting his lips. Baekhyun is, as always, a step ahead of him, his tongue meeting Joonmyun’s to slide together with a sense of urgency, almost as if he is trying to prove something.
Joonmyun tries not to allow himself the time to think about the younger’s motivation. He thinks too much about work, about Korea, about his future, to think when Baekhyun is looking so beautiful resting on his lap and all he really wants to do is hold him there. So he holds him and kisses him like it’s the only thing he should be doing. Baekhyun sighs into him, fingers trailing up the side of his neck and in his hair. His body presses closer, knees tightening at Joonmyun’s hips and fingers pressing deeper into his skin as if he is trying to leave imprints.
Joonmyun feels surrounded by Baekhyun but just breathes him in and lets him do what he wants. There’s a scrape of teeth on his lip and Joonmyun groans, hands dragging up from shapely thighs to Baekhyun’s ass to pull him close. The younger gets the idea and grinds his pelvis down. It sends a jolt of pleasure up Joonmyun’s spine that seems to be reciprocated if Baekhyun’s moans are anything to go by.
His cock is half hard and pressing against the seam of his pants and Joonmyun can’t help the push of his hips, rubbing the bulge rhythmically against Baekhyun’s ass. The younger isn’t complaining either, pushing down in time, fingers trailing over his skin, and lips robbing away what little oxygen Joonmyun could breathe. In this position, Baekhyun looms slightly over him, lips slanted over his as he kisses him. And while Joonmyun is content, hazy arousal stroking him into complacency, there is an ache starting up in his neck and there are things he’d much rather be doing than coming in his slacks.
Baekhyun breaks for air and Joonmyun is glad to know that he’s not the only one short of breath. He allows himself to follow his impulses and his lips keep moving, dragging down the pale skin of Baekhyun’s neck. He licks and sucks the sensitive skin, reveling in the gasps for air above him. When he reaches the protruding collarbone, he bites at it. The instantaneous whimper is expected and Baekhyun’s hips surge forward in desperation, “Joonmyun,”
Joonmyun can be shy, and he is sometimes sheepish, but he is never hesitant. Years of conditioning in business school and under the watchful eye of his parents have taught him to go after what he wants. Right now, it’s Baekhyun. And although there are still questions lingering in the air, he knows that Baekhyun won’t answer them until he gets what he’s looking for. “Bed?” The elder suggests.
The university student doesn’t answer, merely untangles himself from Joonmyun’s hold and snags his wrist as he starts to the bedroom. He doesn’t need to pull hard because Joonmyun is up and off the couch in a moment. They manage to reach the doorway in just a dozen steps. Joonmyun breaks Baekhyun’s grip and jerks him around. Baekhyun lets out a sound of surprise but melts into Joonmyun’s lips, allowing himself to be pushed onto the elder’s queen bed.
He sits and Joonmyun leans down over him, pushing him up until he’s closer to the center of the bed. Baekhyun’s knees frame his hips as he hovers over him. Joonmyun’s mouth locates itself on Baekhyun’s neck again and the younger can’t help let out a shuddering moan, hips jerking. Out of breath and getting desperate, Baekhyun’s fingers start fumbling with the buttons of the elder’s shirt. “Fucking clothes,” He gasps, “Expensive as fuck clothes with buttons fucking everywhere.”
Joonmyun chuckles, moist against his ear, “Need help?”
In retaliation, Baekhyun almost rips the shirt apart in his forcefulness. “Do I?” He laughs despite being breathless.
“Careful,” Joonmyun warns. A minute later, he’s shrugging off his shirt and he focuses on getting the art student naked. The sweater is easy but as he attacks the buttons on Baekhyun’s shirt, the younger starts clawing at his sides, hips moving insistently against his, distracting him.
“Faster Joonmyun, get them off faster.” He whines and Joonmyun finds himself relating to Baekhyun’s previous irritation.
Moments later he pushes Baekhyun’s shirt open, exposing his chest. Baekhyun doesn’t bother lifting his torso to get rid of it, he’s already fixated on Joonmyun’s skin, fingers tracing patterns around his chest. Unable to help himself, skin tingling pleasantly, Joonmyun attaches his mouth to the smooth skin of Baekhyun’s stomach and the younger arches, a whimper tumbling from his lips. Joonmyun’s fingers make quick work of Baekhyun’s zipper and he only pulls back to peel the tight jeans and boxer briefs from his legs. While he’s kneeling, he pushes down his own slacks and takes a moment to organize his dizzying thoughts to locate the lube and condoms from his bedside table.
Baekhyun’s smooth, pale thighs fall apart when Joonmyun climbs back over him and although he had pushed away his traitorous thoughts as soon as Baekhyun had approached him, now, as he looks down upon him, Joonmyun feels a sudden sense of clarity. He’s thought of it before but Baekhyun really is beautiful with his soft skin and brilliant smile and Joonmyun couldn’t be more enamoured with someone.
It strikes him that Baekhyun is the only person to have wriggled his way into his heart. Other’s had been after his status and wealth and while Baekhyun often joked about using Joonmyun for his money, the truth was the younger only occasionally asked for a meal and they’re requests Joonmyun had never thought of as a burden. In fact, when Baekhyun disappears for days, Joonmyun hopes he would phone and ask for meal just so that the hole in his life can be filled again. Somewhere along the line, Baekhyun had become a presence that was necessary in his life. Thoughts come rushing into his head about family and consequences and Joonmyun releases a shuddering breath.
“Joonmyun, I don’t know what you’re thinking of, but now is not the best time.” Baekhyun whines, leg brushing insistently against his side.
The words break into his thoughts, causing Joonmyun to focus on Baekhyun. He almost laughs because Baekhyun is right and this is not the time to be thinking of such things so he smiles and says jokingly, “Sorry, got caught up in your beauty.” He pushes his worries aside for a later time and concentrates instead on the flutter in his stomach that his proximity to the younger invokes.
“Greasy,” Baekhyun says even as he tugs Joonmyun down by the neck. Joonmyun ignores his comment in favor of shutting him up. His hands wander down Baekhyun’s body and he momentarily enjoys the way it yields under his touch. His fingers find a nipple and rub against it drawing a moan from the back of Baekhyun’s throat.
It’s a beautiful sound and Joonmyun wants more. He breaks their kiss and nips once at the soft jaw-line before replacing his fingers with his mouth. Baekhyun arches, a short cry escaping him before he bites down on his lip. Joonmyun licks his right nipple once more before switching to the left. He lets his teeth scrape across it gently and Baekhyun’s fingers find his neck again.
Legs encircle his hips and it sends a shiver down Joonmyun’s spine. He shifts closer and a wave of heat washes through him when their erections touch. Baekhyun moans and his hips move up instinctively to meet his. Joonmyun in turn groans and pushes against him. Fingers tug at his hair and in a second his lips are once again attached to Baekhyun’s, taking from him and drinking in the sounds that leave him.
Joonmyun drags a hand down to pull at Baekhyun’s erection and the reaction is instantaneous. Their kiss breaks and Baekhyun’s head tilts to the side, breath getting heavier. The skin on his neck is shining from sweat and Joonmyun can’t help but lean down to lick at it. “Joonmyun, come on,” Baekhyun says, his voice higher than usual and strained, “I need you.”
The elder lets him go, ignores the short sound of protest, and grabs the bottle of lube. Slicking up his fingers, he leans back down again, blanketing Baekhyun’s body. The younger wraps his arms around his shoulders and pulls him down, lips kissing up his jaw. Joonmyun’s clean hand pushes a pale thigh up higher before trailing a wet finger down from behind Baekhyun’s balls to his opening. A shudder runs up his body in response and Joonmyun nudges him until their lips find each other.
Using the simple distraction, he slides a finger into him. Baekhyun gasps against him, hands tightening in his shoulders as he pushes down onto the digit. There is slight resistance against the second finger but Joonmyun works them in slowly, rotating his wrist. Baekhyun pulls his lips from his to desperately suck in air. Joonmyun licks his lips, releases Baekhyun’s thigh and braces himself on a forearm pressed into the bed beside Baekhyun’s head before adding a third digit.
Baekhyun swallows a whimper and Joonmyun bites back a groan at the tightness around his fingers. He is hard and heavy between his thighs but he ignores it. Baekhyun’s stomach twitches in discomfort and Joonmyun wastes no time in crooking his fingers, trying to find that spot that would bring pleasure to mask it. It doesn’t take long and when his fingertips brush against it, Baekhyun’s back arches off the bed, a moan tearing from his throat. Joonmyun watches for a moment before kissing up the neck exposed to him, chest heaving beneath him.
Baekhyun’s inner walls press against his fingers tightly and he pushes them apart, thrusting his fingers a few times before pushing once again at his prostate. Baekhyun’s hips jump again, pushing against his hand for more. “Joonmyun,” He groans, fingers digging into the elder’s back, “It’s enough,”
Joonmyun inhales a steadying breath and pulls out his fingers. He leans back to put on the condom and spread more lube over his cock before wiping his hands on the sheets. He pauses for a moment, ignoring his throbbing erection, just to look. Baekhyun’s chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath and he squirms under the elder’s scrutiny. His eyeliner is smudged on one side and Joonmyun rubs away the imperfection before pushing Baekhyun’s thighs to the sides and lining himself up.
He pushes inside slowly and smoothly and a long moan escapes Baekhyun’s throat. Joonmyun’s body shakes in effort to keep control as he is engulfed in hot tightness, echoing Baekhyun’s moan. After being aroused for so long without relief, it’s almost too much and his breath is uneven as he bottoms out. He pauses there, conscious of the grimace on Baekhyun’s face, and mumbles, “Fuck,” unable to stop himself. His arms frame the younger’s head and he leans down to kiss the pain away from Baekhyun’s mind.
Baekhyun latches onto him and it’s not long before his thighs close tightly around Joonmyun waist, his hips rolling to get him to start moving. Joonmyun takes his cue and thrusts slowly and first before picking up the pace. Baekhyun whimpers into his mouth and bites down on his lip causing Joonmyun to break away. He kisses him once more before pushing himself up slightly, one hand bracing itself by Baekhyun’s head and the other shifting his leg. The next thrust is hard and Baekhyun screams as his prostate is struck.
“There Joonmyun -” He pleads, hands tight against the sheets. Joonmyun complies and watches as Baekhyun’s back arches up, head tilting back as sounds continue to escape him. Baekhyun tightens around him and Joonmyun groans, the heat pushing him closer to the edge. He drags a slick hand down to Baekhyun’s erection and wraps it in a tight grip that causes the younger to let out a choked yell.
“Fuck, Baek,” Joonmyun is close so he strokes Baekhyun’s erection faster.
Baekhyun cries out, “Joonmyun, Joonmyun,” And Joonmyun thrusts are hard and unwavering, striking him in just the right spot and it shoves the younger over the edge. Baekhyun comes with Joonmyun’s name on his lips, climax snapping his body into a tense line. It’s more than enough to help him, too, and it only takes a few more thrusts into tightened heat for Joonmyun to come as well.
He rides out his orgasm, shallowly thrusting as he falls onto his forearms over Baekhyun again, breathing hard. Their temples are pressed together, slick with sweat and Baekhyun’s warm breath puffs against his shoulder, slowing steadily. After several heartbeats, Baekhyun’s body tilts to him and Joonmyun sighs into the languid kiss Baekhyun pushes up against him. His hips still and Baekhyun’s legs fall lax to his sides. Joonmyun pulls away and discards the condom before falling to Baekhyun’s side.
Joonmyun closes his eyes, instinctively trying to hold onto the wisps of pleasure already leaving him. He gathers himself and glances over at Baekhyun who is staring at the ceiling after having removed the shirt that had been hanging at his elbows. Now down from his momentary high, he looks small and unsure against Joonmyun’s pillows. Without a word, Joonmyun wipes away the mess with tissues from his bedside table before pushing back the covers and drawing Baekhyun down to lie beside him.
Although Baekhyun looks uncertain, teeth digging into his bottom lip stubbornly, he doesn’t resist when Joonmyun pulls him to his chest and wraps his arms around the elder’s waist. He also doesn’t resist when Joonmyun’s fingers tilt his face up so that their lips can meet again. He wants to bring peace to Baekhyun’s burdened heart so Joonmyun makes it soft and slow, more of a caress than a kiss. Baekhyun easily melts into it, focusing down once more to Joonmyun.
Joonmyun pull away slowly. “Just stay.” Joonmyun whispers against Baekhyun’s temple.
He hears Baekhyun’s breath hitch. After some silence, “Can I?” and a finger traces his collarbone, “Joonmyun, will you let me stay?”
And it feels like all the questions had been answered. Joonmyun wraps his arms around him, lips brushing against his hairline.
“I want you to stay.”
&
Joonmyun has a baby grand piano in his apartment that he knows how to play but never uses. When he wakes up the next morning, his first thought is that it’s raining. The gray sky blinds him momentarily but he rolls over onto his back, stretching out and rubbing his eyes. The second thing he registers is that Baekhyun is not in bed beside him. This clears some of the sleep induced haze in his mind as questions start to emerge. The last thing he notices is that the sound from a piano is permeating through his apartment.
Joonmyun pushes himself onto his elbows and tries to finger comb his hair into some sense of order although it’s a lost cause. As he becomes more and more aware, he falls into the song being played. It’s soft and unaggressive, revealing, and Joonmyun finds himself pushing his covers off. He pulls out a pair of pajama pants and slips on a hoodie before venturing into his living room.
Not far from him, Baekhyun is sitting in his sweater and boxers, leaning over the piano with his back to him. Joonmyun stops for a moment to take in the way the outside light bathes Baekhyun’s pale skin in a dull glow, how his hair is brushed from his clean face, how his sweater from the day before hangs on his small form and exposes the line from his neck to his shoulders, and how slender fingers dance along the black and white keys. Joonmyun is struck with a now familiar sense of calm, like everything is as it should be and it urges him forward.
When he reaches the younger man, he doesn’t hesitate to press against his back, arms sliding around his shoulders and lips falling to the smooth skin of his neck. He watches a small smile grace shining pink lips and feels Baekhyun’s head tilt slightly to give him more room, but he continues with his piece. It doesn’t take long for him to finish, the last note ringing sweetly through the room.
“That was beautiful.” Joonmyun mumbles to him after a minute of silence. Baekhyun only makes a sound at the back of his throat as acknowledgment. Joonmyun pulls back slightly, “How come you’ve never played before?”
Baekhyun shrugs but leans back into Joonmyun’s embrace. He tilts his head back to see the elder’s face and a bigger smile breaks out. “Nice hair.”
Joonmyun rolls his eyes and he’s about to step back to start making coffee because sometime between when the music stopped and now, his sense of calm started to disappear only to be replaced by something else that is causing butterflies to stir in his stomach. Only, Baekhyun doesn’t let him go too far. A hand grabs his wrist as it’s falling and keeps him close. Baekhyun gathers his legs underneath him and turns to kneel on the piano bench, facing Joonmyun.
“You know I’m teasing right?” He grins, “You look absolutely ravishing if I do say so myself.” As if to solidify his words, he plants a firm kiss on his lips, only to recoil slightly. “Guh, morning breath.”
“Why do I even - ?” Joonmyun sighs and he’s already moving towards his bathroom to brush his teeth. He asks himself the same question almost every day.
Baekhyun steps off the bench and says, “Because you love me, cheekiness and all.” It’s not something Baekhyun hasn’t said before but for some reason the words feel heavier this morning. Joonmyun stops to watch as Baekhyun glances at him, eyes innocent without their kohl veils.
A strange silence covers them and Joonmyun notices that the all-powerful Baekhyun has begun to squirm under his gaze. Joonmyun lets a serene smile spread across his lips, “Stay for breakfast?” He offers.
He sees some tension seep from Baekhyun’s shoulders and the younger smiles back at him, “I’ll make the coffee.”
&
Joonmyun thinks that it’s thanks to Baekhyun that he finds balance in his life. He knows that, although he’s tried to convince himself otherwise, he needs consistency and definition in his life. His constant itch for the unruly, however, eventually becomes encompassed in Baekhyun. The younger man is just the right level of madness to his method.
Later, he finds out that Baekhyun is a music major and that his piano skills are second only to his own voice when he sings. And one day, he lies down in a rooftop garden under the night sky and listens to Baekhyun sing, husky and warm into his neck, all night and decides that he can deal with the consequences some other time as Baekhyun lays his heart out for him.
I don’t know how this happened. Sorry, not sorry.
Title: Pieces of London
Pairing(s): Suho/Baekhyun
Word Count: 5.8K
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Slice of life
Warnings: Language, Sex, Fluff
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything except the plot. Don’t even own the gif that goes with the plot.
Summary: Joonmyun is a fund manager from a stifling family who is transferred to London. There he meets Baekhyun, a wounded free spirit who fills in his missing pieces.
AN: Un-beta'd. Sorry. I don’t write much and this isn’t even my OTP but it was brought on by this gif set. I’m sorry in advance for my non-existent sense of humour and the countless other flaws it may have. Regardless, I thought this might be better off here than rotting away on my hard drive with my other half finished fanfiction. Also, this is soccer football and not American football and I’m not a Ronaldo fangirl nor am I a 1D fangirl.
They must look strange, walking side by side, Joonmyun thinks. Of course, he knows that Baekhyun doesn’t care. He also knows that, being two Koreans, they don’t attract much interest from the Europeans around them anyway. But Joonmyun still thinks they must look strange. One dressed in Boss suits and Armani shoes, black hair combed back. Another dressed in a mish-mash of ragged and preppy English clothes with hair dyed a dirty blonde. The only thing they can seem to agree on is the color of their clothes, monochrome wardrobes consisting of black and white and all shades in between and none others.
It’s Friday and Joonmyun has just completed another day of tedious work for bosses in big banks and clients with deep pockets. He hopes they won’t call him in to work overtime like they did last week, he’s left his duties to another team member this weekend. They don’t. Instead, he gets a call from Baekhyun who chirps at him that he’s waiting for him at their usual spot. Joonmyun sighs but tells him he’ll be there shortly before packing up his things and heading out.
Joonmyun had been transferred to London two years after he started working. His English was good, his mind for finance and numbers was even better. The term had been undecided, but Joonmyun hadn’t minded. He was eager for any opportunity that would take him away from his over bearing parents and their constant stream of potential wives from rich families.
His first month had been spent in a flurry of rebellion. He enjoyed London and its wild nights in famous streets. He had shown up to work with bags under his eyes and it was in that state that he met Kris, a Canadian, Chinese by birth, who’d quite similarly moved to London for work. He’d stumbled into him once, hung-over, and Kris had only laughed as he apologized. They spent an hour in the coffee shop that day bonding over their waived responsibilities and unreasonable recklessness. Joonmyun considers Kris to be his only friend in London. Baekhyun is another situation entirely and he’d rather avoid thinking about putting a label on them.
When Joonmyun gets into the elevator that day, Kris simply raises his eyebrow at his appearance and asks, “Jailbait waiting for you?” And of course, Kris is one of the few in the building who know about Baekhyun. He’d seen them together at a bar close to Joonmyun’s office building watching a football match, once. Needless to say, they didn’t go there anymore.
“Maybe.” Joonmyun shrugs, “He’s in university, you know.” Kris just hums in response.
The manager spent every day looking at numbers and data, he was good at what he did, but Baekhyun was the number Joonmyun had never thought to factor in. He had met him near the end of his second month. Joonmyun still wasn’t certain if it was a blessing or a curse. Because while Baekhyun was a bratty young Korean, younger than him by a few years, who smoked and played like he was born to, Baekhyun had also steadied Joonmyun from his furious decline to who knows where.
Baekhyun attended university in London, an art student with a major he never took the time to specify. Joonmyun tended not to think much of it. Instead, they took to spending time together eating, loitering, and relaxing in Joonmyun’s apartment, complaining loudly in Korean. Joonmyun’s schedule had leveled out smoothly and while he had stopped trying to ruin himself in search of freedom, Baekhyun never let him get too comfortable. It’s been four months now and Joonmyun constantly wonders how Baekhyun managed to land himself in his lap.
“Don’t you have friends?” Joonmyun says to the young man in the coffee shop waiting for him.
Today, Baekhyun is wearing tight black jeans tucked into black boots. A white collared shirt is peeking from his black sweater and he seems small in his equally black pea coat. Joonmyun’s only consolation is that the younger’s bleached hair is partially hidden under a black beanie and he pointedly ignores the looks they get. Baekhyun smiles at him and approaches, “You’re my favorite! You should be happy.” His make-up is as flawless as usual, a perfect black line accenting his pretty eyes.
“And why’s that? Why should I be happy?” Joonmyun shrugs on his own coat before tucking the hand free from his briefcase into his pocket. He doesn’t wait for Baekhyun to reach him before he’s heading down the street. It’s a testament to how accustomed he is to Baekhyun’s presence that he doesn’t even flinch when the other curls a slender hand against the inside of his elbow, tucking his body in beside Joonmyun’s and falling into step with him, shoulders brushing due to their similar height.
“Art students, you know?” Baekhyun snickers, “Never know when the inspiration will hit. Some of my friends don’t see me for weeks sometimes.” It’s November and London is getting unbearably cold in Joonmyun’s opinion. The wind bites at his skin uncomfortably and Joonmyun can’t wait to bask in the warmth of his apartment. They’ve only been outside for a few minutes, but Baekhyun’s nose is already pink, a blush working itself onto his cheeks.
“Yet you still find time to mooch off of me. What do you do, anyway?” Joonmyun frowns at him.
“I’m a starving university student and you’re a well off banker. Surely you can swipe your card here and there for a struggling dongsaeng.” Baekhyun teases, “Come on, let’s go for dinner, I’m hungry.”
Joonmyun doesn’t miss the way Baekhyun avoids some of his questions. He thinks the younger fashions his persona to be slightly mysterious and Joonmyun can’t find the time to care. He’s known the younger long enough to know he isn’t going to steal money for drugs or sell him to organ harvesters or something of the like. Not only is Baekhyun indifferent about things like money, but he’s also truthful when it’s important. His major wasn’t important.
&
They end up at some bustling bistro down the street from the main road. The food is good and the company ensures that the cocktails are flowing quickly. Joonmyun finds it hard to wind down but it’s never been a problem with Baekhyun. He takes off his suit jacket and loosens his tie, legs stretching ungracefully. Baekhyun’s leg is resting warm and reassuring against his under the small table.
When they eat, they talk about anything and everything, though they usually steer clear of some subjects.
“He’s so good it’s stupid.” Baekhyun counters.
“Talent, young’un. Talent.” Joonmyun scolds.
“Ronaldo this, Ronaldo that,” Baekhyun grumbles but concedes, “Pretty face, the body of a god, and amazing football skills, why is life so unfair?”
“Don’t be sad, Baek,” Joonmyun grins into the rim of his drink, “You’re pretty at least.”
“You’re so sweet,” Baekhyun leans across the table, lips tilting up.
“I know.”
“Anyway, why are we talking about football?”
“You’re the one who brought up the horribly good-looking and talented footballer.”
“Stop reminding me that life is unfair.”
“I won’t mention One Direction, then.” Baekhyun gives him a dark look for a different reason and Joonmyun orders another cocktail, “How’re Tommy and Lou?” Two of Baekhyun’s friends. They used to see each other frequently back when Joonmyun had first met Baekhyun and the elder was still exploiting his new found freedom. Joonmyun hasn’t seen them in a few weeks.
Baekhyun sits back again, crossing his legs and shrugging, “Around. I’ve been distracted lately.”
“By me?” The elder jokes, relaxed and loose lipped.
“Maybe.” Baekhyun quips back and his nonchalant confession has Joonmyun pausing.
“Well, these things are good to know.”
“Why?”
“So I can get rid of you while also seeming considerate.” Joonmyun smirks, “Baekhyun, you should concentrate on your friends and your studies. Stop hanging out with bankers and wasting your youth!” And his smirk morphs into a laugh.
“Ungrateful,” Baekhyun scowls and uncrosses his legs long enough to kick him in the shin.
Joonmyun curses, “The pants, Baekhyun, watch the designer pants, please!”
“I should spill my drink on them just because of that.” But Baekhyun leans his chin on his hand, elbow on the table, and foot warm against the inside of Joonmyun’s knee.
“I’d rather you not. How’s school anyway?”
Baekhyun hums, “Fine, winter exams are coming soon.” And a pretty hand is rising up to ask for the bill. “It’s late, let’s get going.” It’s slightly abrupt and Joonmyun regrets bringing up education yet again.
Baekhyun is already putting on his coat as a waiter drops the bill. Joonmyun is still finishing his drink and Baekhyun pauses before jerking his chin at the bill sitting between them.
“What am I, your pimp?” Baekhyun sends him a dirty look and Joonmyun rolls his eyes, changes his tone, “Of course, honey, let me get the bill.” He shuffles around and digs his wallet out and Baekhyun throws him a sweet smile, one that has Joonmyun laughing from too much grease. “Why do I put up with you?”
“Because I’m ‘pretty’, remember?”
Joonmyun tilts his head in acquiescence.
Baekhyun stands when Joonmyun finishes fishing out the required amount from his wallet and Joonmyun follows suit, slipping on his jacket and hooking his coat over his shoulders. Baekhyun leads the way, as usual, and Joonmyun follows him. Night has fallen while they were eating and with it the temperature. Baekhyun takes off down the street at a slow gait and Joonmyun simply follows as the younger lights up a cigarette.
“You should stop smoking.” Joonmyun says.
“Art students,” Baekhyun shoots back, “It’s what we do.”
“Sure.” The banker doesn’t mention how it makes no sense. Instead, he watches Baekhyun’s back as they walk. The truth is, sometimes Joonmyun worries about Baekhyun. His skin is paler than is considered healthy and his limbs skinnier than some girls. Although he assures Joonmyun he isn’t doing drugs, the elder thinks perhaps Baekhyun has other problems that prevent him from sleeping properly at night.
It’s not long before they reach the main road. Baekhyun stops on the corner and waits for Joonmyun to catch up. When he does, Joonmyun says, “I’m going home.” He wonders if he should ask Baekhyun to come over.
Baekhyun puts out his cigarette, stomping it out, and Joonmyun sees him bite his lip. He shouldn’t have worried though because Baekhyun only looks at him with his kohl rimmed eyes and says, “I’ll come with you.” Joonmyun isn’t even offended that Baekhyun says it like he’s doing him a favor.
Joonmyun spins on his heels and sets off. He doesn’t say anything when Baekhyun’s shoulder presses against his.
&
Joonmyun’s apartment is moderately sized and spacious. Being a fund manager has its privileges. Baekhyun is kicking off his boots and making a bee line for the kitchen before the door is even closed, throwing his jacket and hat to the side of the entry way.
“While you’re raiding my wine rack, you should at least pour me a glass of whiskey.” Joonmyun says loudly down the hall. When he makes it to the kitchen, Baekhyun is sitting in one of his kitchen counter chairs and, as expected, has a glass of red wine up at his lips.
“Your whiskey is over there, banker.” He says.
Joonmyun locates the glass and leans his hip against the counter, “Why red wine anyway?”
“Wine is classy.” Baekhyun obnoxiously turns his nose up at him and fluffs his hair.
Joonmyun snorts and rounds the kitchen counter to collapse on to his couch. It’s quiet for a moment and Joonmyun can’t help but stare at Baekhyun who is in turn staring at his wine. “What are you thinking about?”
The question startles the younger and he spins his stool slightly to look at him. “Lots of stuff,” Baekhyun sets down his glass then leans his upper body on the counter, head resting against his arms. It’s almost as if he’s talking to himself when he speaks again, “What am I going to do about my winter evaluations? Will I be good enough? What am I still doing here?”
The questions are and aren’t obscure all at once and cause Joonmyun to bite his lip because Baekhyun doesn’t like to talk about himself but it seems like he is asking about more than just simple things and is unintentionally revealing himself. Baekhyun stops himself and sits back up, taking another drink of wine. Joonmyun thinks he looks shaken, like he didn’t expect the words to fall from his mouth. The elder doesn’t say anything, studies him instead.
And how could he not feel that, despite seeing Baekhyun more than Kris, he still feels like he knows Kris much better. Baekhyun is a sort of an enigmatic presence, makes himself to be, like he doesn’t want anyone to get too close. The only thing Joonmyun knows of him is that he is firmly independent and elusive like smoke. One moment he is clinging to Joonmyun’s arm, whining for food, and the next he is sauntering away from him, cigarette at his lips as he disappears again. Joonmyun doesn’t contact Baekhyun. It’s always Baekhyun who contacts Joonmyun. To be completely honest, thinking of all of it now is giving Joonmyun mental whiplash.
“You’re confusing. You’re here because you want to be.” Joonmyun sighs and closes his eyes.
Baekhyun is humming under his breath, “Is that all it is?”
Joonmyun frowns, “What do you mean?”
A contemplative look settles on Baekhyun’s face, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, like he himself is questioning his own words. After a moment, he moves, seemingly deciding on something. He watches as Baekhyun puts down his half empty glass of wine quietly before gliding to where Joonmyun is lounged on his couch. Joonmyun is only slightly surprised when Baekhyun plucks the glass of whiskey from his hand to relocate it to the coffee table. And while they had done more than was normal for friends, he is still curious when the other male is suddenly close in front of him. One knee places itself by his hip and Joonmyun swallows thickly when thighs spread over his own so that Baekhyun can slide smoothly down and into his lap.
Breath sweetened by wine and tinged with smoke brushes over him as Baekhyun presses their foreheads together. It only takes a moment for his body to open up to Baekhyun, head tilting to press their lips together. There is no need for ceremony between them and Joonmyun doesn’t waste any time parting his lips. Baekhyun is, as always, a step ahead of him, his tongue meeting Joonmyun’s to slide together with a sense of urgency, almost as if he is trying to prove something.
Joonmyun tries not to allow himself the time to think about the younger’s motivation. He thinks too much about work, about Korea, about his future, to think when Baekhyun is looking so beautiful resting on his lap and all he really wants to do is hold him there. So he holds him and kisses him like it’s the only thing he should be doing. Baekhyun sighs into him, fingers trailing up the side of his neck and in his hair. His body presses closer, knees tightening at Joonmyun’s hips and fingers pressing deeper into his skin as if he is trying to leave imprints.
Joonmyun feels surrounded by Baekhyun but just breathes him in and lets him do what he wants. There’s a scrape of teeth on his lip and Joonmyun groans, hands dragging up from shapely thighs to Baekhyun’s ass to pull him close. The younger gets the idea and grinds his pelvis down. It sends a jolt of pleasure up Joonmyun’s spine that seems to be reciprocated if Baekhyun’s moans are anything to go by.
His cock is half hard and pressing against the seam of his pants and Joonmyun can’t help the push of his hips, rubbing the bulge rhythmically against Baekhyun’s ass. The younger isn’t complaining either, pushing down in time, fingers trailing over his skin, and lips robbing away what little oxygen Joonmyun could breathe. In this position, Baekhyun looms slightly over him, lips slanted over his as he kisses him. And while Joonmyun is content, hazy arousal stroking him into complacency, there is an ache starting up in his neck and there are things he’d much rather be doing than coming in his slacks.
Baekhyun breaks for air and Joonmyun is glad to know that he’s not the only one short of breath. He allows himself to follow his impulses and his lips keep moving, dragging down the pale skin of Baekhyun’s neck. He licks and sucks the sensitive skin, reveling in the gasps for air above him. When he reaches the protruding collarbone, he bites at it. The instantaneous whimper is expected and Baekhyun’s hips surge forward in desperation, “Joonmyun,”
Joonmyun can be shy, and he is sometimes sheepish, but he is never hesitant. Years of conditioning in business school and under the watchful eye of his parents have taught him to go after what he wants. Right now, it’s Baekhyun. And although there are still questions lingering in the air, he knows that Baekhyun won’t answer them until he gets what he’s looking for. “Bed?” The elder suggests.
The university student doesn’t answer, merely untangles himself from Joonmyun’s hold and snags his wrist as he starts to the bedroom. He doesn’t need to pull hard because Joonmyun is up and off the couch in a moment. They manage to reach the doorway in just a dozen steps. Joonmyun breaks Baekhyun’s grip and jerks him around. Baekhyun lets out a sound of surprise but melts into Joonmyun’s lips, allowing himself to be pushed onto the elder’s queen bed.
He sits and Joonmyun leans down over him, pushing him up until he’s closer to the center of the bed. Baekhyun’s knees frame his hips as he hovers over him. Joonmyun’s mouth locates itself on Baekhyun’s neck again and the younger can’t help let out a shuddering moan, hips jerking. Out of breath and getting desperate, Baekhyun’s fingers start fumbling with the buttons of the elder’s shirt. “Fucking clothes,” He gasps, “Expensive as fuck clothes with buttons fucking everywhere.”
Joonmyun chuckles, moist against his ear, “Need help?”
In retaliation, Baekhyun almost rips the shirt apart in his forcefulness. “Do I?” He laughs despite being breathless.
“Careful,” Joonmyun warns. A minute later, he’s shrugging off his shirt and he focuses on getting the art student naked. The sweater is easy but as he attacks the buttons on Baekhyun’s shirt, the younger starts clawing at his sides, hips moving insistently against his, distracting him.
“Faster Joonmyun, get them off faster.” He whines and Joonmyun finds himself relating to Baekhyun’s previous irritation.
Moments later he pushes Baekhyun’s shirt open, exposing his chest. Baekhyun doesn’t bother lifting his torso to get rid of it, he’s already fixated on Joonmyun’s skin, fingers tracing patterns around his chest. Unable to help himself, skin tingling pleasantly, Joonmyun attaches his mouth to the smooth skin of Baekhyun’s stomach and the younger arches, a whimper tumbling from his lips. Joonmyun’s fingers make quick work of Baekhyun’s zipper and he only pulls back to peel the tight jeans and boxer briefs from his legs. While he’s kneeling, he pushes down his own slacks and takes a moment to organize his dizzying thoughts to locate the lube and condoms from his bedside table.
Baekhyun’s smooth, pale thighs fall apart when Joonmyun climbs back over him and although he had pushed away his traitorous thoughts as soon as Baekhyun had approached him, now, as he looks down upon him, Joonmyun feels a sudden sense of clarity. He’s thought of it before but Baekhyun really is beautiful with his soft skin and brilliant smile and Joonmyun couldn’t be more enamoured with someone.
It strikes him that Baekhyun is the only person to have wriggled his way into his heart. Other’s had been after his status and wealth and while Baekhyun often joked about using Joonmyun for his money, the truth was the younger only occasionally asked for a meal and they’re requests Joonmyun had never thought of as a burden. In fact, when Baekhyun disappears for days, Joonmyun hopes he would phone and ask for meal just so that the hole in his life can be filled again. Somewhere along the line, Baekhyun had become a presence that was necessary in his life. Thoughts come rushing into his head about family and consequences and Joonmyun releases a shuddering breath.
“Joonmyun, I don’t know what you’re thinking of, but now is not the best time.” Baekhyun whines, leg brushing insistently against his side.
The words break into his thoughts, causing Joonmyun to focus on Baekhyun. He almost laughs because Baekhyun is right and this is not the time to be thinking of such things so he smiles and says jokingly, “Sorry, got caught up in your beauty.” He pushes his worries aside for a later time and concentrates instead on the flutter in his stomach that his proximity to the younger invokes.
“Greasy,” Baekhyun says even as he tugs Joonmyun down by the neck. Joonmyun ignores his comment in favor of shutting him up. His hands wander down Baekhyun’s body and he momentarily enjoys the way it yields under his touch. His fingers find a nipple and rub against it drawing a moan from the back of Baekhyun’s throat.
It’s a beautiful sound and Joonmyun wants more. He breaks their kiss and nips once at the soft jaw-line before replacing his fingers with his mouth. Baekhyun arches, a short cry escaping him before he bites down on his lip. Joonmyun licks his right nipple once more before switching to the left. He lets his teeth scrape across it gently and Baekhyun’s fingers find his neck again.
Legs encircle his hips and it sends a shiver down Joonmyun’s spine. He shifts closer and a wave of heat washes through him when their erections touch. Baekhyun moans and his hips move up instinctively to meet his. Joonmyun in turn groans and pushes against him. Fingers tug at his hair and in a second his lips are once again attached to Baekhyun’s, taking from him and drinking in the sounds that leave him.
Joonmyun drags a hand down to pull at Baekhyun’s erection and the reaction is instantaneous. Their kiss breaks and Baekhyun’s head tilts to the side, breath getting heavier. The skin on his neck is shining from sweat and Joonmyun can’t help but lean down to lick at it. “Joonmyun, come on,” Baekhyun says, his voice higher than usual and strained, “I need you.”
The elder lets him go, ignores the short sound of protest, and grabs the bottle of lube. Slicking up his fingers, he leans back down again, blanketing Baekhyun’s body. The younger wraps his arms around his shoulders and pulls him down, lips kissing up his jaw. Joonmyun’s clean hand pushes a pale thigh up higher before trailing a wet finger down from behind Baekhyun’s balls to his opening. A shudder runs up his body in response and Joonmyun nudges him until their lips find each other.
Using the simple distraction, he slides a finger into him. Baekhyun gasps against him, hands tightening in his shoulders as he pushes down onto the digit. There is slight resistance against the second finger but Joonmyun works them in slowly, rotating his wrist. Baekhyun pulls his lips from his to desperately suck in air. Joonmyun licks his lips, releases Baekhyun’s thigh and braces himself on a forearm pressed into the bed beside Baekhyun’s head before adding a third digit.
Baekhyun swallows a whimper and Joonmyun bites back a groan at the tightness around his fingers. He is hard and heavy between his thighs but he ignores it. Baekhyun’s stomach twitches in discomfort and Joonmyun wastes no time in crooking his fingers, trying to find that spot that would bring pleasure to mask it. It doesn’t take long and when his fingertips brush against it, Baekhyun’s back arches off the bed, a moan tearing from his throat. Joonmyun watches for a moment before kissing up the neck exposed to him, chest heaving beneath him.
Baekhyun’s inner walls press against his fingers tightly and he pushes them apart, thrusting his fingers a few times before pushing once again at his prostate. Baekhyun’s hips jump again, pushing against his hand for more. “Joonmyun,” He groans, fingers digging into the elder’s back, “It’s enough,”
Joonmyun inhales a steadying breath and pulls out his fingers. He leans back to put on the condom and spread more lube over his cock before wiping his hands on the sheets. He pauses for a moment, ignoring his throbbing erection, just to look. Baekhyun’s chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath and he squirms under the elder’s scrutiny. His eyeliner is smudged on one side and Joonmyun rubs away the imperfection before pushing Baekhyun’s thighs to the sides and lining himself up.
He pushes inside slowly and smoothly and a long moan escapes Baekhyun’s throat. Joonmyun’s body shakes in effort to keep control as he is engulfed in hot tightness, echoing Baekhyun’s moan. After being aroused for so long without relief, it’s almost too much and his breath is uneven as he bottoms out. He pauses there, conscious of the grimace on Baekhyun’s face, and mumbles, “Fuck,” unable to stop himself. His arms frame the younger’s head and he leans down to kiss the pain away from Baekhyun’s mind.
Baekhyun latches onto him and it’s not long before his thighs close tightly around Joonmyun waist, his hips rolling to get him to start moving. Joonmyun takes his cue and thrusts slowly and first before picking up the pace. Baekhyun whimpers into his mouth and bites down on his lip causing Joonmyun to break away. He kisses him once more before pushing himself up slightly, one hand bracing itself by Baekhyun’s head and the other shifting his leg. The next thrust is hard and Baekhyun screams as his prostate is struck.
“There Joonmyun -” He pleads, hands tight against the sheets. Joonmyun complies and watches as Baekhyun’s back arches up, head tilting back as sounds continue to escape him. Baekhyun tightens around him and Joonmyun groans, the heat pushing him closer to the edge. He drags a slick hand down to Baekhyun’s erection and wraps it in a tight grip that causes the younger to let out a choked yell.
“Fuck, Baek,” Joonmyun is close so he strokes Baekhyun’s erection faster.
Baekhyun cries out, “Joonmyun, Joonmyun,” And Joonmyun thrusts are hard and unwavering, striking him in just the right spot and it shoves the younger over the edge. Baekhyun comes with Joonmyun’s name on his lips, climax snapping his body into a tense line. It’s more than enough to help him, too, and it only takes a few more thrusts into tightened heat for Joonmyun to come as well.
He rides out his orgasm, shallowly thrusting as he falls onto his forearms over Baekhyun again, breathing hard. Their temples are pressed together, slick with sweat and Baekhyun’s warm breath puffs against his shoulder, slowing steadily. After several heartbeats, Baekhyun’s body tilts to him and Joonmyun sighs into the languid kiss Baekhyun pushes up against him. His hips still and Baekhyun’s legs fall lax to his sides. Joonmyun pulls away and discards the condom before falling to Baekhyun’s side.
Joonmyun closes his eyes, instinctively trying to hold onto the wisps of pleasure already leaving him. He gathers himself and glances over at Baekhyun who is staring at the ceiling after having removed the shirt that had been hanging at his elbows. Now down from his momentary high, he looks small and unsure against Joonmyun’s pillows. Without a word, Joonmyun wipes away the mess with tissues from his bedside table before pushing back the covers and drawing Baekhyun down to lie beside him.
Although Baekhyun looks uncertain, teeth digging into his bottom lip stubbornly, he doesn’t resist when Joonmyun pulls him to his chest and wraps his arms around the elder’s waist. He also doesn’t resist when Joonmyun’s fingers tilt his face up so that their lips can meet again. He wants to bring peace to Baekhyun’s burdened heart so Joonmyun makes it soft and slow, more of a caress than a kiss. Baekhyun easily melts into it, focusing down once more to Joonmyun.
Joonmyun pull away slowly. “Just stay.” Joonmyun whispers against Baekhyun’s temple.
He hears Baekhyun’s breath hitch. After some silence, “Can I?” and a finger traces his collarbone, “Joonmyun, will you let me stay?”
And it feels like all the questions had been answered. Joonmyun wraps his arms around him, lips brushing against his hairline.
“I want you to stay.”
&
Joonmyun has a baby grand piano in his apartment that he knows how to play but never uses. When he wakes up the next morning, his first thought is that it’s raining. The gray sky blinds him momentarily but he rolls over onto his back, stretching out and rubbing his eyes. The second thing he registers is that Baekhyun is not in bed beside him. This clears some of the sleep induced haze in his mind as questions start to emerge. The last thing he notices is that the sound from a piano is permeating through his apartment.
Joonmyun pushes himself onto his elbows and tries to finger comb his hair into some sense of order although it’s a lost cause. As he becomes more and more aware, he falls into the song being played. It’s soft and unaggressive, revealing, and Joonmyun finds himself pushing his covers off. He pulls out a pair of pajama pants and slips on a hoodie before venturing into his living room.
Not far from him, Baekhyun is sitting in his sweater and boxers, leaning over the piano with his back to him. Joonmyun stops for a moment to take in the way the outside light bathes Baekhyun’s pale skin in a dull glow, how his hair is brushed from his clean face, how his sweater from the day before hangs on his small form and exposes the line from his neck to his shoulders, and how slender fingers dance along the black and white keys. Joonmyun is struck with a now familiar sense of calm, like everything is as it should be and it urges him forward.
When he reaches the younger man, he doesn’t hesitate to press against his back, arms sliding around his shoulders and lips falling to the smooth skin of his neck. He watches a small smile grace shining pink lips and feels Baekhyun’s head tilt slightly to give him more room, but he continues with his piece. It doesn’t take long for him to finish, the last note ringing sweetly through the room.
“That was beautiful.” Joonmyun mumbles to him after a minute of silence. Baekhyun only makes a sound at the back of his throat as acknowledgment. Joonmyun pulls back slightly, “How come you’ve never played before?”
Baekhyun shrugs but leans back into Joonmyun’s embrace. He tilts his head back to see the elder’s face and a bigger smile breaks out. “Nice hair.”
Joonmyun rolls his eyes and he’s about to step back to start making coffee because sometime between when the music stopped and now, his sense of calm started to disappear only to be replaced by something else that is causing butterflies to stir in his stomach. Only, Baekhyun doesn’t let him go too far. A hand grabs his wrist as it’s falling and keeps him close. Baekhyun gathers his legs underneath him and turns to kneel on the piano bench, facing Joonmyun.
“You know I’m teasing right?” He grins, “You look absolutely ravishing if I do say so myself.” As if to solidify his words, he plants a firm kiss on his lips, only to recoil slightly. “Guh, morning breath.”
“Why do I even - ?” Joonmyun sighs and he’s already moving towards his bathroom to brush his teeth. He asks himself the same question almost every day.
Baekhyun steps off the bench and says, “Because you love me, cheekiness and all.” It’s not something Baekhyun hasn’t said before but for some reason the words feel heavier this morning. Joonmyun stops to watch as Baekhyun glances at him, eyes innocent without their kohl veils.
A strange silence covers them and Joonmyun notices that the all-powerful Baekhyun has begun to squirm under his gaze. Joonmyun lets a serene smile spread across his lips, “Stay for breakfast?” He offers.
He sees some tension seep from Baekhyun’s shoulders and the younger smiles back at him, “I’ll make the coffee.”
&
Joonmyun thinks that it’s thanks to Baekhyun that he finds balance in his life. He knows that, although he’s tried to convince himself otherwise, he needs consistency and definition in his life. His constant itch for the unruly, however, eventually becomes encompassed in Baekhyun. The younger man is just the right level of madness to his method.
Later, he finds out that Baekhyun is a music major and that his piano skills are second only to his own voice when he sings. And one day, he lies down in a rooftop garden under the night sky and listens to Baekhyun sing, husky and warm into his neck, all night and decides that he can deal with the consequences some other time as Baekhyun lays his heart out for him.
I don’t know how this happened. Sorry, not sorry.