[Fic] Don't Forget To Breathe
Title: Don't Forget To Breathe [Oneshot]
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Wufan/Baekhyun
Length:: 5400w
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys.
Summary: The story of Wufan realizing he has a crush on Baekhyun
Author's Note: Story 3 of my 'write all the pairings' insanity.
It's far too hot to be this dressed, yet here Wufan is, shifting around on his feet in an attempt to not pull at the fabric sticking to his skin with sweat. A scowl settles on his face and the eleven other men around him don't look any happier. Even the ever smiling Chanyeol slipped up, a frown marring his usually happy countenance as he adjusts the high collar on his shirt for the seventh time. Wufan's been counting. It's hard to resist the urge to scratch at the bead of sweat now rolling down his neck to his back, leaving an uncomfortable trail of moisture in its wake. There's a barked order and the makeup artists are flocking out to herd them all back inside for retouches and Wufan allows himself to be pulled along with the crowd.
There are too many hands and not enough space and Wufan feels more stifled inside than he had outside. He stays back in the corner as everyone, save Baekhyun, is ushered out into the heat again. He's hoping to catch one more small moment of air conditioning now that the body heat is gone and he can finally breathe. He watches with mild fascination as Baekhyun picks up a stick of eyeliner and leans down on his elbows in front of a mirror to apply it. He never questioned it before, why the man always wore eyeliner when no one else did. He supposes it's to set himself apart from all the others or some other bullshit reason, but Wufan can't be bothered to ask.
His focus is drawn from the mirror image of Baekhyun to his hands, those long fingers sliding the black color on with practiced ease. There is a certain beauty in the way his fingers curl around the stick, his hold firm yet soft. He feels almost mesmerised by the action, his eyes unblinking until Baekhyun finishes and stands straight again, catching his gaze in the mirror.
"Want some?" Baekhyun offers, holding the eyeliner in his hand up and waggling it in the air.
Wufan almost says no, but then the idea of those skilled hands on his skin make him nod instead and he walks over, swallowing over the thick feeling in his mouth. The shorter man stands on his tip-toes, his hand raising to cup Wufan's face and turn it downward. Wufan watches him chew his lip for a moment before his head tilts.
"You're too tall."
With a cheeky grin, Wufan slouches, but the grin fades when he feels those fingers glide across his skin to settle on the back of his neck. He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes never moving off Baekhyun's face. His nose is slightly scrunched in concentration and it's adorable.
"Get on your knees," he says after a moment of speculation. Wufan raises a questioning eyebrow at him, almost daring him to repeat himself. "On. Your. Knees."
Wufan falls hard and it has little to do with Baekhyun's leg hooking around to hit the back of his knee. It's a controlled fall, but he growls an 'ow' as he lands on his knees anyway. Wufan has to look up at him now, an unknown emotion fluttering around in the pit of his stomach as he watches the smile blossom across Baekhyun's face. It isn't the cool press of the eyeliner sliding across his sensitive skin that has shivers racing down his spine; it's the delicate hand holding his face, the pads of Baekhyun's fingers pressing down just enough to maintain a firm grip. As soon as he lets go Wufan lets out the breath he'd been holding.
"Perfect."
Baekhyun turns around to put the eyeliner back in its proper place while Wufan stands and starts dusting off the knees of his, no doubt, very expensive pants as a way to keep the other man from seeing the flush spreading across his face. Moments later Joonmyun is rushing in to lead them outside and Wufan is so very thankful for his unintended rescue.
Baekhyun is playing with his chopsticks, engrossed in an intense conversation with Chanyeol that Wufan tuned out a good ten minutes ago. His eyes are busy watching those fingers as they slid up and down, curl and uncurl and sometimes tap against the wood. He is trying so very hard to not imagine what other things those fingers could stroke like that when he feels a foot slam into his shin.
"The hell was that for?" Wufan bends down to rub his leg before sending a glare in the direction of his offender.
"It's rude to stare," Tao says matter-of-factly.
"I wasn't staring," Wufan growls in reply. "I was thinking."
"About what?"
"Whether or not the fans would miss you if I shipped you off to Antarctica."
Tao's eyes narrow and Wufan grins in satisfaction.
They are all exhausted, practically piling on top of each other as they stumble over furniture. Baekhyun manages to squeeze himself through and snag the far recliner, a smile of satisfaction settling on his lips. Wufan looks over at him, shaking his head in amusement. It really is adorable.
A chorus of shouts invade the small room, demanding food before they all starve to death. A pitiful looking Kyungsoo slides off his perch on the couch and shuffles his way into the kitchen as Sehun and Jongin cheer in victory. Wufan lets his head fall back on the couch, not caring for the moment that he's utterly squished by his fellow bandmates and they all smell of sweat after too many hours in the studio.
His eyes flick over to the chair, Baekhyun now curled into a ball, his head resting on the arm and his eyes closed. Wufan swallows hard over the lump forming in his throat. Disheveled hair has fallen over his closed eyes, his lips are slightly parted and his arms are wrapped around his legs as he naps. Wufan watches him out of the corner of his eye, despite his best efforts not to.
When it's time to eat, he's the one going over to gently shake Baekhyun awake. He rests his hand lightly on his arm, keeping his voice low. Baekhyun's eyes open slowly and he gives Wufan a small, tired smile that makes his heart beat just a little bit faster.
"Time to eat," Wufan says in a near whisper, resisting the urge to brush the hair out of his face.
Baekhyun mumbles a thanks before stretching almost like a cat in the chair, back arching and arms extending. Oh.
Baekhyun is always nervous before a live show. He doesn't make it obvious, but everyone can tell. His laughter is just a few octaves higher and his hands are constantly busying themselves. Wufan finds his gaze being drawn to his twisting fingers, watching them play with the ridiculous adornment he has to wear. It's becoming harder and harder for him to force his eyes away the more Baekhyun does it.
The smaller man starts off humming lightly before softly singing his lines over and over, like he's afraid of forgetting the songs that have been drilled into his memory over and over again. It's cute and Wufan feels a little sorry for him. Or at least that's what he thinks that emotion is. He comes up behind Baekhyun, putting his hands on his shoulders and giving them a reassuring squeeze.
"You're going to be fine."
The smile he's rewarded with damn near takes his breath away and something in Wufan's stomach flips.
There's always something telling in Chanyeol's face when he's about to do something he knows Baekhyun will more than likely protest. This time it's Chanyeol leaning back in his chair ever so subtly so he can sweep his fingers across the back of the other man's sensitive neck. But Baekhyun is a step ahead of him, cupping his hand over his exposed skin and scrunching up his shoulders.
Later, Chanyeol goes in for a pinch and Wufan watches curiously. Baekhyun doesn't give any sign that he knows it's coming until Chanyeol is nearly there, neatly sidestepping out of range without looking up. Wufan laughs and Chanyeol wrinkles his nose in disappointment.
Baekhyun is a sly little thing and he likes it.
They're all crowding into the vans, members flip-flopping around as per usual. Wufan finds himself being pressed between the window and a very energetic Baekhyun. He refuses to admit the side Baekhyun is touching feels warmer than it should. Hopelessly, he tries to scooch away some, but there's no room with Chanyeol and him both taking up so much room. He's practically plastered to Baekhyun the entire ride back.
Wufan looks over at him as he talks animatedly with Chanyeol. He takes in his lined eyes and jawline before dropping his gaze to his neck. Swallowing over the urge to brush his fingers over his skin, he settles for balling his fists in his lap, nails digging into his skin. Baekhyun's laughter rings in his ears and the sound is warm and inviting. Oh boy. Wufan closes his eyes and tries to tune it all out.
Wufan is beginning to think Baekhyun is enjoying torturing him as his fingers drum lightly on the table. No matter how hard he tries, his eyes dart back to the offending digits every few seconds. Interrupting the pattern, he slides his chair back noisily and leaves the room to spend some quality time with his remaining sanity. He paces the open space in his room, running his hands over his face like it will help rid the inappropriate images of those long fingers teasing him, touching him -
Wufan groans and falls back on his bed. He's thoroughly fucked. A light knock interrupts his breakdown and it takes all his self control to not yell. "Whoisit?" he grunts between the fingers still covering his face.
The door creaks open and Wufan sits up to see Baekhyun's head poking in. "You ok?"
"Fine."
"You don't sound fine."
You have no idea. "This is my fine voice."
"Well it sounds a lot like your 'too macho to say anything involving feelings' voice," the smaller man says as he walks the rest of the way in the room, door shutting behind him.
Wufan merely flops over, facing away from the intruder and refusing to speak anymore. He can't even formulate the right words for what he's feeling right now, so he sure as hell isn't equipped to vent about it, especially to Baekhyun. He feels the bed sink behind him and he sucks in a sharp breath.
"Hey, sometimes you just need to let it all out." A warm hand settles on his arm in what he assumes is Baekhyun's way of trying to comfort him, but of course it only makes the problem worse.
"I'm not a damn teenage girl," he says in a voice far louder than he intends as he rolls over and sits up, out of arm's reach. Baekhyun winces and Wufan stands. "Just leave me alone," he barks before leaving the room, letting the door slam shut behind him. He can feel the eyes on his back as he slips on his shoes and walks out of the dorm, but he doesn't give a damn.
It's been days since his outburst and Wufan still hasn't said a word to Baekhyun. In fact, he's made it a point to not be in any room the smaller man is occupying. Everyone notices, but after noting the look on his face, no one says anything about it and that's just the way he wants it. He still isn't sure what the hell his own problem is and until he figures out why his mind and body go haywire around Baekhyun he needs to put space between himself and the object of his emotional state. It's just easier for people to think he's mad at Baekhyun even if it means Tao sends glares in his direction every chance he has. And it's not like Wufan doesn't deserve it.
Despite his best efforts, there are some days he can't be away from Baekhyun and every time he glances over at the smaller man he feels his stomach clench and his heart rate speed up just a bit. Sometimes Baekhyun looks over and catches him staring, lips starting to pull up into a smile before Wufan drops his gaze quickly. He feels like a stupid kid with a stupid crush.
Stupid crush.
Crush.
It's a crush.
Wufan feels his mouth go dry and his fists clench at his sides. Shit.
Although he finally has a name to put with the rollercoaster of emotions he's riding on, Wufan still doesn't feel any better. If anything, he feels worse, which probably has something to do with him jerking off in the shower the night before while thinking about Baekhyun's long fingers wrapped around him instead of his own.
Today is their last day before flying back to China and for once, Wufan finds himself happy about it. Tensions have been high with all twelve of them around and it's his doing. Perhaps it will be easier with the six of them gone and Baekhyun out of sight. He'll at least be able to relax.
Wufan is so used to the silence now that when the door to his room opens he jumps and spins around. His eyes widen as they settle on the familiar form now in his room. Baekhyun closes the door lightly, but doesn't come any closer, wringing his hands nervously and Wufan's gaze is drawn to them as the panic slowly starts welling in his chest. He feels the sudden need to get out of the room, but his path is blocked by the very man he needs to get away from.
"I'm sorry," Baekhyun says softly. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry."
Wufan's heart clenches. "You didn't do anything."
Baekhyun looks up at him and he lets out a shuddered breath. "Then why?"
It's now or never and despite how tempting it is to go with never, things can't stay like this. Their entire group dynamic has been thrown off and it's all his fault. He needs to set it right. It's the right thing to do as a leader.
Licking his lips, he opens his mouth and closes it again. Baekhyun looks at him curiously and he clears his throat to try again. "I think . . . I have . . . acrushonyou."
Wufan watches as Baekhyun's face goes through several emotional reactions. First is amusement, but that fades when Wufan refuses to return his smile. Then comes confusion, his eyebrows knitting together as the idea sinks into his head. Lastly there's shock, his eyes wide and mouth falling open when he finally gets it.
"Oh!" comes his higher pitch reply. "Oh." And then he's turning around, fumbling with the knob before wrenching the door open and all but running out.
"Oh." Wufan feels his heart fall into his stomach and he thinks he might be sick.
Wufan doesn't calm down until he gets back to his room in China, the distance between him and Baekhyun welcome. He feels like he can finally breathe. He desperately needs this.
"You're an ass."
Wufan turns around to see Tao standing in his doorway, a frown on his face.
"What?" he croaks out.
"And you're an idiot." Tao leaves and Wufan has the fleeting feeling his power over the group is slipping.
He thought being separated would fix things at least a little, but everyone is still avoiding him, still refusing to speak to him unless they're forced to. It's his own personal hell. He'd also hoped the distance would help him stop thinking about Baekhyun, but that isn't working either. He just can't catch a break.
At night he lies awake long after Jongdae's fallen asleep, staring at the ceiling in the hopes an answer will miraculously appear. Instead, he's assaulted with memories of Baekhyun; his ridiculous smile that makes his eyes curve into crescents, his adorable laugh, his hair falling in his face and his hands - those long fingers that seem to taunt him with their every move. Wufan stifles his moans in one hand while spilling in the other as he thinks of Baekhyun. He always feels guilty after.
His reprieve is short lived, returning to Korea only nine days after they'd left. Everyone seems happy to be reunited for the most part. Wufan searches for Baekhyun, but when the smaller man sees him, his face turns red and he moves away and out of sight. With a sigh, he pulls a smile onto his face anyway.
They're crammed into another hotel, sharing too small rooms with too small towels and scratchy sheets. Wufan is outside the door to his shared room with Tao when a large hand wraps around his upper arm. He looks over, blinking in surprise as his gaze lands on an irritated looking Chanyeol. He so surprised, in fact, that he doesn't even fight back when the other man drags him down the hall. Reality snaps back when he's shoved inside a room that's not his. He spins around in an attempt to leave, but he's blocked.
"Fix it," Chanyeol says firmly before slamming the door in Wufan's face. He turns around and his eyes fall on a shocked Baekhyun. Ah hell.
The two of them manage to settle in, awkward silence filling the room as Baekhyun takes the far bed and Wufan puts his bag down on the one closer to the door. He feels like everything he does is about to make the other man bolt and it has the hairs raising on his arms. Sighing in defeat, he grabs his bathroom bag and heads to take a shower. At least it might be able to loosen him up.
Wufan quickly remembers how much he hates hotel showers. The water pressure is either too hard or too soft. This time it's too soft and he feels like he isn't properly clean, but there's nothing to be done about it. Hand gripping his too small towel around his waist, he walks out of the warm bathroom to grab his pajamas he'd forgotten earlier in his haste. He's still rifling through his bag when a feather light touch caresses his side and he gasps.
Wufan turns around to see Baekhyun, wearing only a shirt and boxers, face red and his arm still stretched out toward him. And now Wufan is flushing because Baekhyun's eyes sweep over his mostly naked body before settling on his face. His lower lip is in his teeth and it draws all of Wufan's attention when he releases it slowly.
"What are you doing?" Wufan whispers as Baekhyun extends a hand and presses his fingertips against his stomach. A flurry of butterflies take flight and he's starting to feel a little light headed.
"I don't know," he mumbles.
Baekhyun's fingers trail up Wufan's stomach and chest lightly before running back down. They leave a wake of heat that's now flooding Wufan's system and making his mouth go dry. He doesn't know whether to be relieved or not as Baekhyun's hand stops just above his towel. The shorter man is looking up now, his hair in his eyes and Wufan can't help but reach out and brush it away. Baekhyun inhales sharply and Wufan retracts his hand. There's pressure on his stomach, Baekhyun's hand pushing him back until the back of his legs hit the bed.
"Baekhyun," Wufan warns in a low voice, but the other man keeps pushing until he falls. Baekhyun crawls over him, his calves resting against the outside of Wufan's thighs as he perches precariously over him so only their legs are touching. Wufan sits up and looks at him seriously. "You need to stop." His voice is rough and he feels like he's about to crack because there's only so much a man can take.
"We have to fix this," Baekhyun breathes.
"Not like this. Not when you don't-" Wufan's voice cuts out and he forgets to breathe when he feels a hand land on the side of his neck, fingers running along his hairline.
"Who says I don't?"
"But you just said."
"I said I don't know. I need - can't you help me find out?"
The way Baekhyun is looking at him right now makes it impossible to deny him anything, so Wufan nods, unable to trust his voice. If Baekhyun is willing to work this out, he'll try to control himself enough to let him. He has to do this Baekhyun's pace.
It's difficult to hold still, but he thinks he manages to do a decent job when Baekhyun leans forward. He places a barely there kiss on the side of Wufan's mouth. It tingles where his lips touched and Wufan's heart begins to race faster. Baekhyun pulls back just enough to look into the older man's eyes before he leans in again. This time the kiss is planted directly on his mouth, lips firm against his own. Wufan balls his fists in the blanket to keep from reaching up to grab Baekhyun and pull him in for more. He can feel the breath against his mouth just before Baekhyun kisses him a third time, tilting his own head just a bit so their lips fit together better. Baekhyun pulls away and replaces his lips with a finger, letting it run along Wufan's bottom lip.
"That was nice," he comments with a small smile.
"Yeah," Wufan manages to get out despite the assault on his senses.
Baekhyun kisses him again, pressing most of his upper body against Wufan this time. The older man slips an arm around his waist to pull him just a bit closer and Baekhyun settles into his hold nicely, his weight finally landing on Wufan's lap.
Heart beating so loud it feels like it's about to jump out of his chest, Wufan figures there's no way Baekhyun doesn't feel it. The hand on the side of his face is now moving back and starting to curl in his still wet hair. The combination of that and Baekhyun's tongue trailing along the seam of his lips is enough to entice a low moan out of his mouth. If Baekhyun hears, he doesn't acknowledge it. He licks again and Wufan parts his lips, trying so hard not to take control as his hand tightens around Baekhyun's side. It would only be too easy.
Baekhyun is tentative at first, his tongue coming out to lick at Wufan's lips before retreating. When it's too much to handle, Wufan curls his own tongue under Baekhyun's and hooks it to pull it further into his mouth. This time it's Baekhyun moaning as the other man sucks teasingly on his tongue. It sends a thrill down Wufan's spine and he wants to hear him make that noise again.
An insanely attractive whine escapes Baekhyun's throat before he pulls away, face flushed and lips shining and red. Wufan wants to pull him back in, but he resists, focusing on catching his breath because it feels like it's been stolen.
"Wow." Baekhyun licks his lips. "I want to try that."
And then he's kissing Wufan again, his tongue darting out without hesitation. Wufan nearly loses it as Baekhyun starts mimicking him, sucking on his tongue and causing a rush of heat to race down his body. By the time Baekhyun is finished kissing him, he's breathless and he thinks he probably looks like a mess. Wufan's fairly sure he's in way over his head now.
A hand settles on Wufan's bare hip, blunt fingernails digging into the skin. Wufan slides both his hands under Baekhyun's thighs just before rolling them over so the smaller man's back is flat against the bed. Baekhyun gasps, but doesn't tell him to stop. His hands are pressed firmly against Wufan's chest so he doesn't lean down like he wants until the shock disappears from Baekhyun's face. Taking care to not make anymore sudden movements, he slowly lowers onto his elbows and ducks his head to plant a light kiss just below Baekhyun's left ear. He hears his breath hitch.
"Is this ok?" Wufan whispers.
He feels Baekhyun nod and his hands sliding down to grip his bare sides as he places another kiss, this time on the side of his jaw. He kisses a trail down his neck, following it down to the juncture at his shoulder before letting his teeth graze along his skin. Baekhyun's fingers dig into him hard and he feels the vibrations of his moan as his neck arches to give him better access. Wufan bites down gently, careful to not do anything that will leave a mark. He'll save that for less visible skin.
Baekhyun lets out a whine and Wufan loves it.
The older man is startled when he feels legs wrap around his waist and pull him down so he's flush against the man under him. He has to shift slightly and the action makes him aware of Baekhyun's arousal now beginning to press into his stomach. Wufan raises his head to look at Baekhyun and he finds his own body reacting to how beautiful he looks. His eyes are half-lidded and he's biting down on his bottom lip. His cheeks are flushed and he's breathing hard. Wufan experimentally rolls his hips down and Baekhyun gasps before moaning, head tilting back ever so slightly. The sight alone is enough to make Wufan dizzy with desire. He leans in to capture Baekhyun's lips in a kiss as he rocks his hips again, feeling those long fingers dig into his sides harder. He wants them to leave marks, press further and deeper into his skin until only finger shaped bruises are left behind.
The legs wrapped around him shift and Wufan feels his towel being tugged out of place by his thighs. He doesn't have a chance to react because the man under him is lifting his hips and biting down on Wufan's bottom lip hard. He's needy and Wufan is greedy enough to take it all, swallowing the noises forming in the back of Baekhyun's throat as he slides against him over and over. It's too hot in the room and it's becoming ridiculously hard to breathe and Wufan has to pull away despite Baekhyun's protests so he can catch his breath and calm his racing heart. Baekhyun brings a hand to his face, brushing his fingers across his cheek before wiping the damp hair out of his face.
"Tell me what you want."
Baekhyun looks up at him with wide eyes, cheeks stained pink as he licks his lips nervously. "I want . . ."
Leaning down, he runs his lips across his mouth. "You want?"
He hums lightly for a moment. "I want - touch me. Please."
Wufan is only too happy to oblige, running a hand down Baekhyun's side before slipping it underneath his shirt. He lets his fingers lightly trail along the bare skin of his stomach before moving up to his chest. Baekhyun's breath hitches when his thumb brushes over his nipple and it makes him smile. Slowly, he pushes his shirt up before lowering his head and pressing a kiss just above his belly button. This time Baekhyun arches up, a low whimper in the back of his throat. Wufan has to take a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm himself.
He kisses his stomach again, feeling it contract under his touch as he moves higher and higher until he reaches his chest. He skips over the shirt and kisses the hollow of Baekhyun's throat before placing a final kiss on his lips. Baekhyun holds his head there, hands wrapping around the back of his neck as he kisses back enthusiastically.
"Too slow," Baekhyun whispers against his lips.
Wufan is still trying to figure out what he means when he feels the towel being tugged away from his waist and he lets out an 'oh' of surprise. Baekhyun leans up and captures his lips against as his fingers wrap around Wufan's erection.
Wufan isn't even sure humans can make the garbled noises that are coming out of his mouth, but he can't focus enough to form anything coherent because it's so warm and his fingers are soft, squeezing him so deliciously tight. Involuntarily, his hips slide forward into his grip and it feels so good it sends a spike of pleasure to his toes and back up to his head.
His hand starts moving up and down slowly over his dry skin before he trails his thumbnail across the head of his cock slowly. Wufan lets out a hiss and pulls away from the kiss as Baekhyun smears precome around the head of his dick in spirals, occasionally dipping his thumb into the slit for more. Wufan whimpers, unable to to take so much stimulation so fast.
Propping on one elbow, he reaches down and runs the palm of his hand over the front of Baekhyun's boxers, eliciting a moan from the man himself as he lifts his hips into the touch. He does his best to slide his boxers down far enough to free his cock, wrapping his hand around it when he succeeds. Teasingly, he strokes slowly until Baekhyun's hand stills and he whines, shooting him a frustrated look that can't be denied.
Grabbing the hand around his dick, he moves it away so he can lean down and wrap his own hand around both their cocks. Baekhyun makes a very appreciative noise, thrusting into his grip as he bites his bottom lip prettily. Wufan leans down and captures that lip in his own teeth, tugging it before slipping his tongue inside his mouth. He starts working his hand up and down their cocks, relishing the feel of skin sliding against skin, his hand tightening and Baekhyun moaning loud in his mouth.
The smaller man is clawing at his back as he tries to get Wufan to go faster, thighs squeezing him almost painfully tight and all he can do is comply. Hand twisting, the man beneath him mewls, the sound so erotic it imprints in his memory. He has to abandon Baekhyun's mouth in favor of breathing, lungs burning and chest heaving. There has never been anything as amazing as the faces Baekhyun makes as he comes undone underneath him, jaw dropping and tongue trying to form words yet unable. All Wufan can do is watch, memorizing each twitch, every small movement and how he can make him do it again.
He's so mesmerised by the needy look in Baekhyun's eyes that he doesn't feel him tensing just before he spills all over his stomach and Wufan's hand. Wufan drags his eyes away and looks down, making sure to press his thumb under the head of his cock and drag it roughly until his back is arching from the sensitivity.
"Fuck Wufan," Baekhyun grits through his teeth and hearing his name coming from those lips is enough to bring him to his own climax.
Everything is tingling, from his toes to his teeth, his breath ragged and body slick with sweat. Baekhyun looks no better, face red and chest still moving up and down far too fast, but he's smiling, grinning from ear to ear and Wufan wants to sob because he put that grin on his face.
Wufan uses the ugly hotel blanket to clean them both off, opting to not shower again because he's just too damn tired. The two of them end up on Baekhyun's bed, the older pressed against his back with an arm over his stomach to hold him close as they fall asleep.
Wufan considers himself lucky that he woke up early because Chanyeol is about to knock down the door and he has to pull himself out of a clingy Baekhyun's grip to get to it before it falls off the hinges. He rips open the door, a scowl on his face as he's met with someone far too smiley for this hour.
"What?" he gripes, already missing the warmth of being snuggled in bed.
"You two good now?"
Wufan doesn't get a chance to respond because Baekhyun is hitting Chanyeol in the face with a pillow. "We're sleeping. Go away." The smaller man slams the door in his friend's face and drags Wufan back to bed.
Oh he can totally get used to this.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Wufan/Baekhyun
Length:: 5400w
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys.
Summary: The story of Wufan realizing he has a crush on Baekhyun
Author's Note: Story 3 of my 'write all the pairings' insanity.
It's far too hot to be this dressed, yet here Wufan is, shifting around on his feet in an attempt to not pull at the fabric sticking to his skin with sweat. A scowl settles on his face and the eleven other men around him don't look any happier. Even the ever smiling Chanyeol slipped up, a frown marring his usually happy countenance as he adjusts the high collar on his shirt for the seventh time. Wufan's been counting. It's hard to resist the urge to scratch at the bead of sweat now rolling down his neck to his back, leaving an uncomfortable trail of moisture in its wake. There's a barked order and the makeup artists are flocking out to herd them all back inside for retouches and Wufan allows himself to be pulled along with the crowd.
There are too many hands and not enough space and Wufan feels more stifled inside than he had outside. He stays back in the corner as everyone, save Baekhyun, is ushered out into the heat again. He's hoping to catch one more small moment of air conditioning now that the body heat is gone and he can finally breathe. He watches with mild fascination as Baekhyun picks up a stick of eyeliner and leans down on his elbows in front of a mirror to apply it. He never questioned it before, why the man always wore eyeliner when no one else did. He supposes it's to set himself apart from all the others or some other bullshit reason, but Wufan can't be bothered to ask.
His focus is drawn from the mirror image of Baekhyun to his hands, those long fingers sliding the black color on with practiced ease. There is a certain beauty in the way his fingers curl around the stick, his hold firm yet soft. He feels almost mesmerised by the action, his eyes unblinking until Baekhyun finishes and stands straight again, catching his gaze in the mirror.
"Want some?" Baekhyun offers, holding the eyeliner in his hand up and waggling it in the air.
Wufan almost says no, but then the idea of those skilled hands on his skin make him nod instead and he walks over, swallowing over the thick feeling in his mouth. The shorter man stands on his tip-toes, his hand raising to cup Wufan's face and turn it downward. Wufan watches him chew his lip for a moment before his head tilts.
"You're too tall."
With a cheeky grin, Wufan slouches, but the grin fades when he feels those fingers glide across his skin to settle on the back of his neck. He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes never moving off Baekhyun's face. His nose is slightly scrunched in concentration and it's adorable.
"Get on your knees," he says after a moment of speculation. Wufan raises a questioning eyebrow at him, almost daring him to repeat himself. "On. Your. Knees."
Wufan falls hard and it has little to do with Baekhyun's leg hooking around to hit the back of his knee. It's a controlled fall, but he growls an 'ow' as he lands on his knees anyway. Wufan has to look up at him now, an unknown emotion fluttering around in the pit of his stomach as he watches the smile blossom across Baekhyun's face. It isn't the cool press of the eyeliner sliding across his sensitive skin that has shivers racing down his spine; it's the delicate hand holding his face, the pads of Baekhyun's fingers pressing down just enough to maintain a firm grip. As soon as he lets go Wufan lets out the breath he'd been holding.
"Perfect."
Baekhyun turns around to put the eyeliner back in its proper place while Wufan stands and starts dusting off the knees of his, no doubt, very expensive pants as a way to keep the other man from seeing the flush spreading across his face. Moments later Joonmyun is rushing in to lead them outside and Wufan is so very thankful for his unintended rescue.
Baekhyun is playing with his chopsticks, engrossed in an intense conversation with Chanyeol that Wufan tuned out a good ten minutes ago. His eyes are busy watching those fingers as they slid up and down, curl and uncurl and sometimes tap against the wood. He is trying so very hard to not imagine what other things those fingers could stroke like that when he feels a foot slam into his shin.
"The hell was that for?" Wufan bends down to rub his leg before sending a glare in the direction of his offender.
"It's rude to stare," Tao says matter-of-factly.
"I wasn't staring," Wufan growls in reply. "I was thinking."
"About what?"
"Whether or not the fans would miss you if I shipped you off to Antarctica."
Tao's eyes narrow and Wufan grins in satisfaction.
They are all exhausted, practically piling on top of each other as they stumble over furniture. Baekhyun manages to squeeze himself through and snag the far recliner, a smile of satisfaction settling on his lips. Wufan looks over at him, shaking his head in amusement. It really is adorable.
A chorus of shouts invade the small room, demanding food before they all starve to death. A pitiful looking Kyungsoo slides off his perch on the couch and shuffles his way into the kitchen as Sehun and Jongin cheer in victory. Wufan lets his head fall back on the couch, not caring for the moment that he's utterly squished by his fellow bandmates and they all smell of sweat after too many hours in the studio.
His eyes flick over to the chair, Baekhyun now curled into a ball, his head resting on the arm and his eyes closed. Wufan swallows hard over the lump forming in his throat. Disheveled hair has fallen over his closed eyes, his lips are slightly parted and his arms are wrapped around his legs as he naps. Wufan watches him out of the corner of his eye, despite his best efforts not to.
When it's time to eat, he's the one going over to gently shake Baekhyun awake. He rests his hand lightly on his arm, keeping his voice low. Baekhyun's eyes open slowly and he gives Wufan a small, tired smile that makes his heart beat just a little bit faster.
"Time to eat," Wufan says in a near whisper, resisting the urge to brush the hair out of his face.
Baekhyun mumbles a thanks before stretching almost like a cat in the chair, back arching and arms extending. Oh.
Baekhyun is always nervous before a live show. He doesn't make it obvious, but everyone can tell. His laughter is just a few octaves higher and his hands are constantly busying themselves. Wufan finds his gaze being drawn to his twisting fingers, watching them play with the ridiculous adornment he has to wear. It's becoming harder and harder for him to force his eyes away the more Baekhyun does it.
The smaller man starts off humming lightly before softly singing his lines over and over, like he's afraid of forgetting the songs that have been drilled into his memory over and over again. It's cute and Wufan feels a little sorry for him. Or at least that's what he thinks that emotion is. He comes up behind Baekhyun, putting his hands on his shoulders and giving them a reassuring squeeze.
"You're going to be fine."
The smile he's rewarded with damn near takes his breath away and something in Wufan's stomach flips.
There's always something telling in Chanyeol's face when he's about to do something he knows Baekhyun will more than likely protest. This time it's Chanyeol leaning back in his chair ever so subtly so he can sweep his fingers across the back of the other man's sensitive neck. But Baekhyun is a step ahead of him, cupping his hand over his exposed skin and scrunching up his shoulders.
Later, Chanyeol goes in for a pinch and Wufan watches curiously. Baekhyun doesn't give any sign that he knows it's coming until Chanyeol is nearly there, neatly sidestepping out of range without looking up. Wufan laughs and Chanyeol wrinkles his nose in disappointment.
Baekhyun is a sly little thing and he likes it.
They're all crowding into the vans, members flip-flopping around as per usual. Wufan finds himself being pressed between the window and a very energetic Baekhyun. He refuses to admit the side Baekhyun is touching feels warmer than it should. Hopelessly, he tries to scooch away some, but there's no room with Chanyeol and him both taking up so much room. He's practically plastered to Baekhyun the entire ride back.
Wufan looks over at him as he talks animatedly with Chanyeol. He takes in his lined eyes and jawline before dropping his gaze to his neck. Swallowing over the urge to brush his fingers over his skin, he settles for balling his fists in his lap, nails digging into his skin. Baekhyun's laughter rings in his ears and the sound is warm and inviting. Oh boy. Wufan closes his eyes and tries to tune it all out.
Wufan is beginning to think Baekhyun is enjoying torturing him as his fingers drum lightly on the table. No matter how hard he tries, his eyes dart back to the offending digits every few seconds. Interrupting the pattern, he slides his chair back noisily and leaves the room to spend some quality time with his remaining sanity. He paces the open space in his room, running his hands over his face like it will help rid the inappropriate images of those long fingers teasing him, touching him -
Wufan groans and falls back on his bed. He's thoroughly fucked. A light knock interrupts his breakdown and it takes all his self control to not yell. "Whoisit?" he grunts between the fingers still covering his face.
The door creaks open and Wufan sits up to see Baekhyun's head poking in. "You ok?"
"Fine."
"You don't sound fine."
You have no idea. "This is my fine voice."
"Well it sounds a lot like your 'too macho to say anything involving feelings' voice," the smaller man says as he walks the rest of the way in the room, door shutting behind him.
Wufan merely flops over, facing away from the intruder and refusing to speak anymore. He can't even formulate the right words for what he's feeling right now, so he sure as hell isn't equipped to vent about it, especially to Baekhyun. He feels the bed sink behind him and he sucks in a sharp breath.
"Hey, sometimes you just need to let it all out." A warm hand settles on his arm in what he assumes is Baekhyun's way of trying to comfort him, but of course it only makes the problem worse.
"I'm not a damn teenage girl," he says in a voice far louder than he intends as he rolls over and sits up, out of arm's reach. Baekhyun winces and Wufan stands. "Just leave me alone," he barks before leaving the room, letting the door slam shut behind him. He can feel the eyes on his back as he slips on his shoes and walks out of the dorm, but he doesn't give a damn.
It's been days since his outburst and Wufan still hasn't said a word to Baekhyun. In fact, he's made it a point to not be in any room the smaller man is occupying. Everyone notices, but after noting the look on his face, no one says anything about it and that's just the way he wants it. He still isn't sure what the hell his own problem is and until he figures out why his mind and body go haywire around Baekhyun he needs to put space between himself and the object of his emotional state. It's just easier for people to think he's mad at Baekhyun even if it means Tao sends glares in his direction every chance he has. And it's not like Wufan doesn't deserve it.
Despite his best efforts, there are some days he can't be away from Baekhyun and every time he glances over at the smaller man he feels his stomach clench and his heart rate speed up just a bit. Sometimes Baekhyun looks over and catches him staring, lips starting to pull up into a smile before Wufan drops his gaze quickly. He feels like a stupid kid with a stupid crush.
Stupid crush.
Crush.
It's a crush.
Wufan feels his mouth go dry and his fists clench at his sides. Shit.
Although he finally has a name to put with the rollercoaster of emotions he's riding on, Wufan still doesn't feel any better. If anything, he feels worse, which probably has something to do with him jerking off in the shower the night before while thinking about Baekhyun's long fingers wrapped around him instead of his own.
Today is their last day before flying back to China and for once, Wufan finds himself happy about it. Tensions have been high with all twelve of them around and it's his doing. Perhaps it will be easier with the six of them gone and Baekhyun out of sight. He'll at least be able to relax.
Wufan is so used to the silence now that when the door to his room opens he jumps and spins around. His eyes widen as they settle on the familiar form now in his room. Baekhyun closes the door lightly, but doesn't come any closer, wringing his hands nervously and Wufan's gaze is drawn to them as the panic slowly starts welling in his chest. He feels the sudden need to get out of the room, but his path is blocked by the very man he needs to get away from.
"I'm sorry," Baekhyun says softly. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry."
Wufan's heart clenches. "You didn't do anything."
Baekhyun looks up at him and he lets out a shuddered breath. "Then why?"
It's now or never and despite how tempting it is to go with never, things can't stay like this. Their entire group dynamic has been thrown off and it's all his fault. He needs to set it right. It's the right thing to do as a leader.
Licking his lips, he opens his mouth and closes it again. Baekhyun looks at him curiously and he clears his throat to try again. "I think . . . I have . . . acrushonyou."
Wufan watches as Baekhyun's face goes through several emotional reactions. First is amusement, but that fades when Wufan refuses to return his smile. Then comes confusion, his eyebrows knitting together as the idea sinks into his head. Lastly there's shock, his eyes wide and mouth falling open when he finally gets it.
"Oh!" comes his higher pitch reply. "Oh." And then he's turning around, fumbling with the knob before wrenching the door open and all but running out.
"Oh." Wufan feels his heart fall into his stomach and he thinks he might be sick.
Wufan doesn't calm down until he gets back to his room in China, the distance between him and Baekhyun welcome. He feels like he can finally breathe. He desperately needs this.
"You're an ass."
Wufan turns around to see Tao standing in his doorway, a frown on his face.
"What?" he croaks out.
"And you're an idiot." Tao leaves and Wufan has the fleeting feeling his power over the group is slipping.
He thought being separated would fix things at least a little, but everyone is still avoiding him, still refusing to speak to him unless they're forced to. It's his own personal hell. He'd also hoped the distance would help him stop thinking about Baekhyun, but that isn't working either. He just can't catch a break.
At night he lies awake long after Jongdae's fallen asleep, staring at the ceiling in the hopes an answer will miraculously appear. Instead, he's assaulted with memories of Baekhyun; his ridiculous smile that makes his eyes curve into crescents, his adorable laugh, his hair falling in his face and his hands - those long fingers that seem to taunt him with their every move. Wufan stifles his moans in one hand while spilling in the other as he thinks of Baekhyun. He always feels guilty after.
His reprieve is short lived, returning to Korea only nine days after they'd left. Everyone seems happy to be reunited for the most part. Wufan searches for Baekhyun, but when the smaller man sees him, his face turns red and he moves away and out of sight. With a sigh, he pulls a smile onto his face anyway.
They're crammed into another hotel, sharing too small rooms with too small towels and scratchy sheets. Wufan is outside the door to his shared room with Tao when a large hand wraps around his upper arm. He looks over, blinking in surprise as his gaze lands on an irritated looking Chanyeol. He so surprised, in fact, that he doesn't even fight back when the other man drags him down the hall. Reality snaps back when he's shoved inside a room that's not his. He spins around in an attempt to leave, but he's blocked.
"Fix it," Chanyeol says firmly before slamming the door in Wufan's face. He turns around and his eyes fall on a shocked Baekhyun. Ah hell.
The two of them manage to settle in, awkward silence filling the room as Baekhyun takes the far bed and Wufan puts his bag down on the one closer to the door. He feels like everything he does is about to make the other man bolt and it has the hairs raising on his arms. Sighing in defeat, he grabs his bathroom bag and heads to take a shower. At least it might be able to loosen him up.
Wufan quickly remembers how much he hates hotel showers. The water pressure is either too hard or too soft. This time it's too soft and he feels like he isn't properly clean, but there's nothing to be done about it. Hand gripping his too small towel around his waist, he walks out of the warm bathroom to grab his pajamas he'd forgotten earlier in his haste. He's still rifling through his bag when a feather light touch caresses his side and he gasps.
Wufan turns around to see Baekhyun, wearing only a shirt and boxers, face red and his arm still stretched out toward him. And now Wufan is flushing because Baekhyun's eyes sweep over his mostly naked body before settling on his face. His lower lip is in his teeth and it draws all of Wufan's attention when he releases it slowly.
"What are you doing?" Wufan whispers as Baekhyun extends a hand and presses his fingertips against his stomach. A flurry of butterflies take flight and he's starting to feel a little light headed.
"I don't know," he mumbles.
Baekhyun's fingers trail up Wufan's stomach and chest lightly before running back down. They leave a wake of heat that's now flooding Wufan's system and making his mouth go dry. He doesn't know whether to be relieved or not as Baekhyun's hand stops just above his towel. The shorter man is looking up now, his hair in his eyes and Wufan can't help but reach out and brush it away. Baekhyun inhales sharply and Wufan retracts his hand. There's pressure on his stomach, Baekhyun's hand pushing him back until the back of his legs hit the bed.
"Baekhyun," Wufan warns in a low voice, but the other man keeps pushing until he falls. Baekhyun crawls over him, his calves resting against the outside of Wufan's thighs as he perches precariously over him so only their legs are touching. Wufan sits up and looks at him seriously. "You need to stop." His voice is rough and he feels like he's about to crack because there's only so much a man can take.
"We have to fix this," Baekhyun breathes.
"Not like this. Not when you don't-" Wufan's voice cuts out and he forgets to breathe when he feels a hand land on the side of his neck, fingers running along his hairline.
"Who says I don't?"
"But you just said."
"I said I don't know. I need - can't you help me find out?"
The way Baekhyun is looking at him right now makes it impossible to deny him anything, so Wufan nods, unable to trust his voice. If Baekhyun is willing to work this out, he'll try to control himself enough to let him. He has to do this Baekhyun's pace.
It's difficult to hold still, but he thinks he manages to do a decent job when Baekhyun leans forward. He places a barely there kiss on the side of Wufan's mouth. It tingles where his lips touched and Wufan's heart begins to race faster. Baekhyun pulls back just enough to look into the older man's eyes before he leans in again. This time the kiss is planted directly on his mouth, lips firm against his own. Wufan balls his fists in the blanket to keep from reaching up to grab Baekhyun and pull him in for more. He can feel the breath against his mouth just before Baekhyun kisses him a third time, tilting his own head just a bit so their lips fit together better. Baekhyun pulls away and replaces his lips with a finger, letting it run along Wufan's bottom lip.
"That was nice," he comments with a small smile.
"Yeah," Wufan manages to get out despite the assault on his senses.
Baekhyun kisses him again, pressing most of his upper body against Wufan this time. The older man slips an arm around his waist to pull him just a bit closer and Baekhyun settles into his hold nicely, his weight finally landing on Wufan's lap.
Heart beating so loud it feels like it's about to jump out of his chest, Wufan figures there's no way Baekhyun doesn't feel it. The hand on the side of his face is now moving back and starting to curl in his still wet hair. The combination of that and Baekhyun's tongue trailing along the seam of his lips is enough to entice a low moan out of his mouth. If Baekhyun hears, he doesn't acknowledge it. He licks again and Wufan parts his lips, trying so hard not to take control as his hand tightens around Baekhyun's side. It would only be too easy.
Baekhyun is tentative at first, his tongue coming out to lick at Wufan's lips before retreating. When it's too much to handle, Wufan curls his own tongue under Baekhyun's and hooks it to pull it further into his mouth. This time it's Baekhyun moaning as the other man sucks teasingly on his tongue. It sends a thrill down Wufan's spine and he wants to hear him make that noise again.
An insanely attractive whine escapes Baekhyun's throat before he pulls away, face flushed and lips shining and red. Wufan wants to pull him back in, but he resists, focusing on catching his breath because it feels like it's been stolen.
"Wow." Baekhyun licks his lips. "I want to try that."
And then he's kissing Wufan again, his tongue darting out without hesitation. Wufan nearly loses it as Baekhyun starts mimicking him, sucking on his tongue and causing a rush of heat to race down his body. By the time Baekhyun is finished kissing him, he's breathless and he thinks he probably looks like a mess. Wufan's fairly sure he's in way over his head now.
A hand settles on Wufan's bare hip, blunt fingernails digging into the skin. Wufan slides both his hands under Baekhyun's thighs just before rolling them over so the smaller man's back is flat against the bed. Baekhyun gasps, but doesn't tell him to stop. His hands are pressed firmly against Wufan's chest so he doesn't lean down like he wants until the shock disappears from Baekhyun's face. Taking care to not make anymore sudden movements, he slowly lowers onto his elbows and ducks his head to plant a light kiss just below Baekhyun's left ear. He hears his breath hitch.
"Is this ok?" Wufan whispers.
He feels Baekhyun nod and his hands sliding down to grip his bare sides as he places another kiss, this time on the side of his jaw. He kisses a trail down his neck, following it down to the juncture at his shoulder before letting his teeth graze along his skin. Baekhyun's fingers dig into him hard and he feels the vibrations of his moan as his neck arches to give him better access. Wufan bites down gently, careful to not do anything that will leave a mark. He'll save that for less visible skin.
Baekhyun lets out a whine and Wufan loves it.
The older man is startled when he feels legs wrap around his waist and pull him down so he's flush against the man under him. He has to shift slightly and the action makes him aware of Baekhyun's arousal now beginning to press into his stomach. Wufan raises his head to look at Baekhyun and he finds his own body reacting to how beautiful he looks. His eyes are half-lidded and he's biting down on his bottom lip. His cheeks are flushed and he's breathing hard. Wufan experimentally rolls his hips down and Baekhyun gasps before moaning, head tilting back ever so slightly. The sight alone is enough to make Wufan dizzy with desire. He leans in to capture Baekhyun's lips in a kiss as he rocks his hips again, feeling those long fingers dig into his sides harder. He wants them to leave marks, press further and deeper into his skin until only finger shaped bruises are left behind.
The legs wrapped around him shift and Wufan feels his towel being tugged out of place by his thighs. He doesn't have a chance to react because the man under him is lifting his hips and biting down on Wufan's bottom lip hard. He's needy and Wufan is greedy enough to take it all, swallowing the noises forming in the back of Baekhyun's throat as he slides against him over and over. It's too hot in the room and it's becoming ridiculously hard to breathe and Wufan has to pull away despite Baekhyun's protests so he can catch his breath and calm his racing heart. Baekhyun brings a hand to his face, brushing his fingers across his cheek before wiping the damp hair out of his face.
"Tell me what you want."
Baekhyun looks up at him with wide eyes, cheeks stained pink as he licks his lips nervously. "I want . . ."
Leaning down, he runs his lips across his mouth. "You want?"
He hums lightly for a moment. "I want - touch me. Please."
Wufan is only too happy to oblige, running a hand down Baekhyun's side before slipping it underneath his shirt. He lets his fingers lightly trail along the bare skin of his stomach before moving up to his chest. Baekhyun's breath hitches when his thumb brushes over his nipple and it makes him smile. Slowly, he pushes his shirt up before lowering his head and pressing a kiss just above his belly button. This time Baekhyun arches up, a low whimper in the back of his throat. Wufan has to take a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm himself.
He kisses his stomach again, feeling it contract under his touch as he moves higher and higher until he reaches his chest. He skips over the shirt and kisses the hollow of Baekhyun's throat before placing a final kiss on his lips. Baekhyun holds his head there, hands wrapping around the back of his neck as he kisses back enthusiastically.
"Too slow," Baekhyun whispers against his lips.
Wufan is still trying to figure out what he means when he feels the towel being tugged away from his waist and he lets out an 'oh' of surprise. Baekhyun leans up and captures his lips against as his fingers wrap around Wufan's erection.
Wufan isn't even sure humans can make the garbled noises that are coming out of his mouth, but he can't focus enough to form anything coherent because it's so warm and his fingers are soft, squeezing him so deliciously tight. Involuntarily, his hips slide forward into his grip and it feels so good it sends a spike of pleasure to his toes and back up to his head.
His hand starts moving up and down slowly over his dry skin before he trails his thumbnail across the head of his cock slowly. Wufan lets out a hiss and pulls away from the kiss as Baekhyun smears precome around the head of his dick in spirals, occasionally dipping his thumb into the slit for more. Wufan whimpers, unable to to take so much stimulation so fast.
Propping on one elbow, he reaches down and runs the palm of his hand over the front of Baekhyun's boxers, eliciting a moan from the man himself as he lifts his hips into the touch. He does his best to slide his boxers down far enough to free his cock, wrapping his hand around it when he succeeds. Teasingly, he strokes slowly until Baekhyun's hand stills and he whines, shooting him a frustrated look that can't be denied.
Grabbing the hand around his dick, he moves it away so he can lean down and wrap his own hand around both their cocks. Baekhyun makes a very appreciative noise, thrusting into his grip as he bites his bottom lip prettily. Wufan leans down and captures that lip in his own teeth, tugging it before slipping his tongue inside his mouth. He starts working his hand up and down their cocks, relishing the feel of skin sliding against skin, his hand tightening and Baekhyun moaning loud in his mouth.
The smaller man is clawing at his back as he tries to get Wufan to go faster, thighs squeezing him almost painfully tight and all he can do is comply. Hand twisting, the man beneath him mewls, the sound so erotic it imprints in his memory. He has to abandon Baekhyun's mouth in favor of breathing, lungs burning and chest heaving. There has never been anything as amazing as the faces Baekhyun makes as he comes undone underneath him, jaw dropping and tongue trying to form words yet unable. All Wufan can do is watch, memorizing each twitch, every small movement and how he can make him do it again.
He's so mesmerised by the needy look in Baekhyun's eyes that he doesn't feel him tensing just before he spills all over his stomach and Wufan's hand. Wufan drags his eyes away and looks down, making sure to press his thumb under the head of his cock and drag it roughly until his back is arching from the sensitivity.
"Fuck Wufan," Baekhyun grits through his teeth and hearing his name coming from those lips is enough to bring him to his own climax.
Everything is tingling, from his toes to his teeth, his breath ragged and body slick with sweat. Baekhyun looks no better, face red and chest still moving up and down far too fast, but he's smiling, grinning from ear to ear and Wufan wants to sob because he put that grin on his face.
Wufan uses the ugly hotel blanket to clean them both off, opting to not shower again because he's just too damn tired. The two of them end up on Baekhyun's bed, the older pressed against his back with an arm over his stomach to hold him close as they fall asleep.
Wufan considers himself lucky that he woke up early because Chanyeol is about to knock down the door and he has to pull himself out of a clingy Baekhyun's grip to get to it before it falls off the hinges. He rips open the door, a scowl on his face as he's met with someone far too smiley for this hour.
"What?" he gripes, already missing the warmth of being snuggled in bed.
"You two good now?"
Wufan doesn't get a chance to respond because Baekhyun is hitting Chanyeol in the face with a pillow. "We're sleeping. Go away." The smaller man slams the door in his friend's face and drags Wufan back to bed.
Oh he can totally get used to this.