Give Me Something, Please
Title: Give Me Something, Please
Summary: Somewhere along the way, Chanyeol and Baekhyun falls into a far too complicated routine.
PG15 (idk i'm bad at rating) | 1,767wc | Chanyeol x Baekhyun | Angst
A/N: This is for chanfeels! She requested for a Baekyeol inspired by The Cab’s Temporary Bliss. This is loosely (definitely not completely) based on the song so if you want a slight feel of it, I suggest you listen to it first? Yeah. \o/
Chanyeol doesn't exactly know when they started being like this. They were officemates but they were from completely different company departments and separated by three floors. Chanyeol was in accounting as Baekhyun was in marketing and personality wise, they were very much at opposite ends.
Chanyeol was seemingly boring and always calculative while Baekhyun is imaginative and creative. But despite the difference, somehow they found each other and things just started to get too complicated in between.
They were not boyfriends. They were not in a relationship. Chanyeol thinks that they aren’t even friends. They were just plainly Chanyeol and Baekhyun who got used to a routine.
This "routine" happens every Friday, usually at Chanyeol's place and never at Baekhyun's. He never asks why and Baekhyun never offers. He just lets Baekhyun do whatever or asks him whatever he wants to do. It's mostly sex.
And just sex.
Their routine goes like this: office hours end, Chanyeol waits for Baekhyun outside the building, and Baekhyun sees Chanyeol just at the entrance of the office. He looks, they make eye contact. Baekhyun walks and Chanyeol follows.
They hail a cab in silence and they talk a little with seeming distance in the backseat of the too-dirty public vehicle. Chanyeol talks about the frustration of getting every financial journal balanced and Baekhyun scoffs at the poor attempt for a tag line of a certain poster lining the city's streets.
They would look at each other once or twice to confirm who's paying for the ride but they never so much look at each other when they're talking.
They never touch when outside of sex.
Once they reach Chanyeol’s apartment, Baekhyun changes.
Chanyeol fumbles with his apartments' keys because Baekhyun starts becoming needy. He tugs at Chanyeol's belt loops, kissing Chanyeol's jaw line and pulling the taller closer and closer against the apartment door as Chanyeol carelessly jabs at the key hole.
"Damn it, Chanyeol. Faster..."
"I can't if you keep tugging, Baek..."
Baekhyun stops.
"Baekhyun," he demands, looking at Chanyeol straight in the eyes.
Chanyeol stiffens. "Baekhyun, right. Sorry."
When Baekhyun loosens his hold on Chanyeols' belt loops, the latter sighs.
Baekhyun never liked it when Chanyeol calls him nicknames but Chanyeol often forgets.
It was messy and a little frantic and quick but it had always been like that.
Baekhyun pulls Chanyeol to the bedroom (due to the routine, he knows exactly where it is now even when he's busy nipping on Chanyeol's neck and unbuttoning his polo) and pushes, slightly shoves, Chanyeol down on the bed. He straddles the taller and places hurried sloppy kisses all over his bare torso and Chanyeol would take in the feeling of Baekhyun's soft thin lips on his all too sensitive skin.
Baekhyun never kisses Chanyeol on the lips.
Chanyeol could feel Baekhyun's cock already hard in his office slacks and against his own. It's frustrating how he struggles with the button but he gets to open it anyway which earns a soft moan from Baekhyun. He quickly opens his own pants and Baekhyun stands. Chanyeol quickly levels himself on his elbows thinking that Baekhyun would suddenly up and leave but then sees Baekhyun tugging at his pants, so he raises his hips a little as Baekhyun pulls down the clothing a little too hastily and takes his own pants off too.
From there, it was all too quick - from fast paced blowjobs, messy exchanges of hand jobs, careless drippings of lube on Chanyeol's mattress, impatient begging of "Faster, Chanyeol! Fucking faster!" and "God, deeper! There! Yes!" and spills of cum here and there that ends up with both of them a sticky panting mess after.
It's right there, right when he hears nothing but Baekhyun's heavy breathing steadying that Chanyeol remembers that this wouldn't last. This wouldn't last because Baekhyun's already reaching for the tissue box on the bedside table and he cleans himself up.
Chanyeol watches him as he stands and runs his hand on his face, collects his clothing and slowly walks to Chanyeol's bedroom door, ready to leave.
"Don't follow." He doesn't even glance back at Chanyeol.
"Goodnight, Baekhyun."
But Chanyeol never hears a response, only the opening and closing of his apartment door.
Chanyeol doesn't understand himself. How he easily just says yes to anything that Baekhyun wants. How he easily just lets Baekhyun do whatever, leave whenever without even so much as to acknowledge the younger.
He suddenly feels tired; if from the sex or from his emotions, he doesn't exactly know so he cocoons himself in his blanket, too drained to get up to clean. He'll do it in the morning.
It’s over his soggy breakfast cereal that he finally understands. And for some fucked up reason, he feels sick because of it. Annoyed, even, but he just won’t let go this easy. He’s still hopeful.
Friday comes again and the first part of their routine starts - they wait, follow, cab ride and pointless talk. It’s when they reach the apartment that Chanyeol starts.
"Baekhyun, I can't do this anymore." Chanyeol says as he lightly pushes him off and Baekhyun stops kissing his collarbones. Baekhyun looks up, confused.
“What do you mean...” Baekhyun whispers and he let’s go of Chanyeol’s tie.
"This, Baekhyun!” Chanyeol says as he gestures to them both, his voice frantic. “I'm done. Baekhyun, I'm done being your toy! I can't do this.”
Baekhyun doesn’t respond but his eyes are now looking at Chanyeol’s and Chanyeol would have loved this because this would be the first time that Baekhyun’s looking AT him if only Baekhyun wasn’t angry.
Chanyeol sighs and lightly holds Baekhyun’s shoulders. He can feel Baekhyun shaking a little.
“I'm going to be selfish and I’m going to be stupid, not that I’m stupid enough already, I don’t know, but I'm just going to say it, okay, Baekhyun?”
No answer.
“I want more than whatever this is. I want you. I want to hold your hand. I want to kiss you whenever I can. I want to look into your eyes. I want to have lunch with you. Dinner. Breakfast even! I want more than just cab rides. I want more than just pointless conversations! I want more than sex! I don't want this! I don't want these one night stands, these disappearing acts. I don't want you ignoring me outside of my room. I don't want these games anymore. Baekhyun, I'm done.”
He could clearly hear himself and he sounded like he was pleading but Chanyeol couldn’t care less anymore. It’s the truth anyway and he wants Baekhyun to know.
Baekhyun was breathing heavily now and he was looking away.
Chanyeol closes his eyes and pulls him closer and he hugs him, his chin resting in Baekhyun’s head. Baekhyun doesn’t move.
“I-I love you, Baek. I do. I realize that I really do. I know I do. But I don't want to be just your temporary bliss, Baek.”
“Baekhyun,” the shorter sternly mutters as he shoves Chanyeol and quickly leaves the apartment.
The door slams shut and Chanyeol sinks down on the floor. He takes in shaking breaths as he wills himself not to cry Park fucking Chanyeol, you’re so dumb, you’re not supposed to cry.
But who was he kidding? He ruined an already faulty relationship.
It had been three weeks since they stopped their “routine”. He’d occasionally spot the older in the building, in the café near their office or at the elevators but Baekhyun ignores him too well. He would either pretend he didn’t see Chanyeol or would take another elevator ride instead of taking the same one.
Another week has passed and it was a Friday, their “routine” day supposedly if things didn’t change but it’s pretty clear now that things have indeed changed.
But by some stroke of luck, Baekhyun finds himself in the same elevator as Chanyeol.
He was too busy checking his phone that he wasn’t able to check who was already inside but then he glances up and it was too late. No one was riding with them and the elevator was already moving and Baekhyun’s floor was at the 11th floor but they were only still at the 4th.
Chanyeol swore that when they locked gazes, there was a certain look in Baekhyun’s eyes. He couldn’t understand what it was exactly but he saw it.
As soon as the elevator doors open to the 11th floor, Baekhyun bolts.
It suddenly felt too suffocating in the offensive metal box.
Chanyeol feels stupid but it wouldn’t hurt to try.
And so he walks to the buildings’ entrance only to stop when he spots Baekhyun at the same spot that he always waits for him looking like he’s waiting for someone.
As he slowly reached the entrance, he stands just beside Baekhyun who suddenly jolts out of surprise but calms down when he sees that it was only Chanyeol. But then Baekhyun visibly stiffens because it’s Chanyeol.
Baekhyun walks to the cab and Chanyeol follows.
I don’t know what I’m doing but if this is the only way, then so be it Chanyeol thinks.
He feels stupid again. But he’s still a little hopeful as he’s reminded of that certain look that he saw in Baekhyun’s eyes in the elevator ride a while ago.
They were still headed to Chanyeol’s apartment as per Baekhyun’s order. This time, the cab ride was quiet except for the shifting of gears and the faint sound of the traffic seeping through the slightly open car window.
This time, Chanyeol didn’t talk about balance sheets and numbers and Baekhyun didn’t mock the newly posted advertisement fails that adorned the streets but Chanyeol can hear Baekhyun breathing.
Chanyeol was looking outside the window, his head resting on the head rest and his hands lazily on his sides as he felt Baekhyun shift in his seat.
Baekhyun scoots closer to Chanyeol but he doesn’t notice.
He scoots closer and closer and that’s when Chanyeol looks.
He was surprised when Baekhyun gently takes his hand and holds it.
“Baek?”
He looks at Baekhyun, waiting for a response of It’s Baekhyun, not Baek but the latter was already looking outside the window. Chanyeol looks at his hands and then at Baekhyun's and then at their entwined fingers.
And then Baekhyun then starts laughing at posters but Chanyeol can’t focus on that. Not right now when Baekhyun’s hand is warm and soft that Chanyeol couldn’t help himself but hold on tighter. He was afraid that Baekhyun would let go. But when he doesn’t, Chanyeol smiles.
He thinks it’s a start.
♥♥♥
A/N: I HOPE THE ANGST WORKED. SORRY IF I MADE CHANYEOL CRY. BUT IT'S A START, HE THINKS.
A/N2: spazzwriter is the best beta best friend cause look at these commentaries in my docu! <.<
A/N3: chanfeels I HOPE YOU LIKED!!!!! >u<
Summary: Somewhere along the way, Chanyeol and Baekhyun falls into a far too complicated routine.
PG15 (idk i'm bad at rating) | 1,767wc | Chanyeol x Baekhyun | Angst
A/N: This is for chanfeels! She requested for a Baekyeol inspired by The Cab’s Temporary Bliss. This is loosely (definitely not completely) based on the song so if you want a slight feel of it, I suggest you listen to it first? Yeah. \o/
Chanyeol doesn't exactly know when they started being like this. They were officemates but they were from completely different company departments and separated by three floors. Chanyeol was in accounting as Baekhyun was in marketing and personality wise, they were very much at opposite ends.
Chanyeol was seemingly boring and always calculative while Baekhyun is imaginative and creative. But despite the difference, somehow they found each other and things just started to get too complicated in between.
They were not boyfriends. They were not in a relationship. Chanyeol thinks that they aren’t even friends. They were just plainly Chanyeol and Baekhyun who got used to a routine.
This "routine" happens every Friday, usually at Chanyeol's place and never at Baekhyun's. He never asks why and Baekhyun never offers. He just lets Baekhyun do whatever or asks him whatever he wants to do. It's mostly sex.
And just sex.
Their routine goes like this: office hours end, Chanyeol waits for Baekhyun outside the building, and Baekhyun sees Chanyeol just at the entrance of the office. He looks, they make eye contact. Baekhyun walks and Chanyeol follows.
They hail a cab in silence and they talk a little with seeming distance in the backseat of the too-dirty public vehicle. Chanyeol talks about the frustration of getting every financial journal balanced and Baekhyun scoffs at the poor attempt for a tag line of a certain poster lining the city's streets.
They would look at each other once or twice to confirm who's paying for the ride but they never so much look at each other when they're talking.
They never touch when outside of sex.
Once they reach Chanyeol’s apartment, Baekhyun changes.
Chanyeol fumbles with his apartments' keys because Baekhyun starts becoming needy. He tugs at Chanyeol's belt loops, kissing Chanyeol's jaw line and pulling the taller closer and closer against the apartment door as Chanyeol carelessly jabs at the key hole.
"Damn it, Chanyeol. Faster..."
"I can't if you keep tugging, Baek..."
Baekhyun stops.
"Baekhyun," he demands, looking at Chanyeol straight in the eyes.
Chanyeol stiffens. "Baekhyun, right. Sorry."
When Baekhyun loosens his hold on Chanyeols' belt loops, the latter sighs.
Baekhyun never liked it when Chanyeol calls him nicknames but Chanyeol often forgets.
It was messy and a little frantic and quick but it had always been like that.
Baekhyun pulls Chanyeol to the bedroom (due to the routine, he knows exactly where it is now even when he's busy nipping on Chanyeol's neck and unbuttoning his polo) and pushes, slightly shoves, Chanyeol down on the bed. He straddles the taller and places hurried sloppy kisses all over his bare torso and Chanyeol would take in the feeling of Baekhyun's soft thin lips on his all too sensitive skin.
Baekhyun never kisses Chanyeol on the lips.
Chanyeol could feel Baekhyun's cock already hard in his office slacks and against his own. It's frustrating how he struggles with the button but he gets to open it anyway which earns a soft moan from Baekhyun. He quickly opens his own pants and Baekhyun stands. Chanyeol quickly levels himself on his elbows thinking that Baekhyun would suddenly up and leave but then sees Baekhyun tugging at his pants, so he raises his hips a little as Baekhyun pulls down the clothing a little too hastily and takes his own pants off too.
From there, it was all too quick - from fast paced blowjobs, messy exchanges of hand jobs, careless drippings of lube on Chanyeol's mattress, impatient begging of "Faster, Chanyeol! Fucking faster!" and "God, deeper! There! Yes!" and spills of cum here and there that ends up with both of them a sticky panting mess after.
It's right there, right when he hears nothing but Baekhyun's heavy breathing steadying that Chanyeol remembers that this wouldn't last. This wouldn't last because Baekhyun's already reaching for the tissue box on the bedside table and he cleans himself up.
Chanyeol watches him as he stands and runs his hand on his face, collects his clothing and slowly walks to Chanyeol's bedroom door, ready to leave.
"Don't follow." He doesn't even glance back at Chanyeol.
"Goodnight, Baekhyun."
But Chanyeol never hears a response, only the opening and closing of his apartment door.
Chanyeol doesn't understand himself. How he easily just says yes to anything that Baekhyun wants. How he easily just lets Baekhyun do whatever, leave whenever without even so much as to acknowledge the younger.
He suddenly feels tired; if from the sex or from his emotions, he doesn't exactly know so he cocoons himself in his blanket, too drained to get up to clean. He'll do it in the morning.
It’s over his soggy breakfast cereal that he finally understands. And for some fucked up reason, he feels sick because of it. Annoyed, even, but he just won’t let go this easy. He’s still hopeful.
Friday comes again and the first part of their routine starts - they wait, follow, cab ride and pointless talk. It’s when they reach the apartment that Chanyeol starts.
"Baekhyun, I can't do this anymore." Chanyeol says as he lightly pushes him off and Baekhyun stops kissing his collarbones. Baekhyun looks up, confused.
“What do you mean...” Baekhyun whispers and he let’s go of Chanyeol’s tie.
"This, Baekhyun!” Chanyeol says as he gestures to them both, his voice frantic. “I'm done. Baekhyun, I'm done being your toy! I can't do this.”
Baekhyun doesn’t respond but his eyes are now looking at Chanyeol’s and Chanyeol would have loved this because this would be the first time that Baekhyun’s looking AT him if only Baekhyun wasn’t angry.
Chanyeol sighs and lightly holds Baekhyun’s shoulders. He can feel Baekhyun shaking a little.
“I'm going to be selfish and I’m going to be stupid, not that I’m stupid enough already, I don’t know, but I'm just going to say it, okay, Baekhyun?”
No answer.
“I want more than whatever this is. I want you. I want to hold your hand. I want to kiss you whenever I can. I want to look into your eyes. I want to have lunch with you. Dinner. Breakfast even! I want more than just cab rides. I want more than just pointless conversations! I want more than sex! I don't want this! I don't want these one night stands, these disappearing acts. I don't want you ignoring me outside of my room. I don't want these games anymore. Baekhyun, I'm done.”
He could clearly hear himself and he sounded like he was pleading but Chanyeol couldn’t care less anymore. It’s the truth anyway and he wants Baekhyun to know.
Baekhyun was breathing heavily now and he was looking away.
Chanyeol closes his eyes and pulls him closer and he hugs him, his chin resting in Baekhyun’s head. Baekhyun doesn’t move.
“I-I love you, Baek. I do. I realize that I really do. I know I do. But I don't want to be just your temporary bliss, Baek.”
“Baekhyun,” the shorter sternly mutters as he shoves Chanyeol and quickly leaves the apartment.
The door slams shut and Chanyeol sinks down on the floor. He takes in shaking breaths as he wills himself not to cry Park fucking Chanyeol, you’re so dumb, you’re not supposed to cry.
But who was he kidding? He ruined an already faulty relationship.
It had been three weeks since they stopped their “routine”. He’d occasionally spot the older in the building, in the café near their office or at the elevators but Baekhyun ignores him too well. He would either pretend he didn’t see Chanyeol or would take another elevator ride instead of taking the same one.
Another week has passed and it was a Friday, their “routine” day supposedly if things didn’t change but it’s pretty clear now that things have indeed changed.
But by some stroke of luck, Baekhyun finds himself in the same elevator as Chanyeol.
He was too busy checking his phone that he wasn’t able to check who was already inside but then he glances up and it was too late. No one was riding with them and the elevator was already moving and Baekhyun’s floor was at the 11th floor but they were only still at the 4th.
Chanyeol swore that when they locked gazes, there was a certain look in Baekhyun’s eyes. He couldn’t understand what it was exactly but he saw it.
As soon as the elevator doors open to the 11th floor, Baekhyun bolts.
It suddenly felt too suffocating in the offensive metal box.
Chanyeol feels stupid but it wouldn’t hurt to try.
And so he walks to the buildings’ entrance only to stop when he spots Baekhyun at the same spot that he always waits for him looking like he’s waiting for someone.
As he slowly reached the entrance, he stands just beside Baekhyun who suddenly jolts out of surprise but calms down when he sees that it was only Chanyeol. But then Baekhyun visibly stiffens because it’s Chanyeol.
Baekhyun walks to the cab and Chanyeol follows.
I don’t know what I’m doing but if this is the only way, then so be it Chanyeol thinks.
He feels stupid again. But he’s still a little hopeful as he’s reminded of that certain look that he saw in Baekhyun’s eyes in the elevator ride a while ago.
They were still headed to Chanyeol’s apartment as per Baekhyun’s order. This time, the cab ride was quiet except for the shifting of gears and the faint sound of the traffic seeping through the slightly open car window.
This time, Chanyeol didn’t talk about balance sheets and numbers and Baekhyun didn’t mock the newly posted advertisement fails that adorned the streets but Chanyeol can hear Baekhyun breathing.
Chanyeol was looking outside the window, his head resting on the head rest and his hands lazily on his sides as he felt Baekhyun shift in his seat.
Baekhyun scoots closer to Chanyeol but he doesn’t notice.
He scoots closer and closer and that’s when Chanyeol looks.
He was surprised when Baekhyun gently takes his hand and holds it.
“Baek?”
He looks at Baekhyun, waiting for a response of It’s Baekhyun, not Baek but the latter was already looking outside the window. Chanyeol looks at his hands and then at Baekhyun's and then at their entwined fingers.
And then Baekhyun then starts laughing at posters but Chanyeol can’t focus on that. Not right now when Baekhyun’s hand is warm and soft that Chanyeol couldn’t help himself but hold on tighter. He was afraid that Baekhyun would let go. But when he doesn’t, Chanyeol smiles.
He thinks it’s a start.
♥♥♥
A/N: I HOPE THE ANGST WORKED. SORRY IF I MADE CHANYEOL CRY. BUT IT'S A START, HE THINKS.
A/N2: spazzwriter is the best beta best friend cause look at these commentaries in my docu! <.<
A/N3: chanfeels I HOPE YOU LIKED!!!!! >u<