[Advent] Day 23
For: kaiyeols
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Chanyeol/Jongin
Length: 2300w
Summary: a continuation to The Trouble Next Door.
Chanyeol can feel Jongin’s eyes on his ass. He looks over his shoulder to see Jongin resting on his side, head perched on his hand. The sheets only come up to his waist and he looks like something straight from Chanyeol’s fantasies. It’s amazing Chanyeol has a will strong enough to leave him there.
“You still haven’t told me where we’re going tonight,” Jongin states, his nose scrunching a little when Chanyeol pulls his cotton pants up over his bare ass.
“Nowhere if you keep seducing me,” Chanyeol grumbles halfheartedly.
“Not my fault you’re so sexy.”
Chanyeol snorts, bemused. The sexy one in the relationship is definitely Jongin and not just because he’s so much younger. If Chanyeol were given an eternity to map out Jongin and everything he is, he still wouldn’t be able to learn it all. Things were simpler when all that tied them together was lust, but this - this is something else. Chanyeol’s heart longs for something he isn’t sure he’s allowed to have.
Jongin’s been asking for more. Jongin wants to go out on dates in public places, be introduced to Chanyeol’s friends and in turn, introduce Chanyeol to his friends. Chanyeol’s been hesitant about it. It has nothing to do with Jongin himself. It’s just that Jongin is this bursting blossom of youth, so beautiful and alive, while Chanyeol is settling into his age with grey hair and smile lines around his eyes that don’t fade anymore. What they have is unconventional and Chanyeol, while old enough to not care about what the world thinks, doesn’t want Jongin to feel the weight of it on his shoulders.
But Chanyeol also finds it hard to not give in to everything that Jongin wants. That’s why he’s conceded. “We’re meeting my friends at a bar,” he tells Jongin, wondering still if he’s made the right decision. All Chanyeol’s friends know that he has someone in his life, but he hasn’t told them that Jongin is so much younger. Except for Baekhyun, of course. Chanyeol can never keep anything from Baekhyun. It’s a habit to tell his best friend everything.
Jongin sits up completely, his hair a mess from Chanyeol’s fingers and several darkening marks on his hips now exposed to Chanyeol’s greedy eyes. “Seriously?”
Jongin’s excitement is enough to have Chanyeol’s worries vanish for a while. Besides, it’s hard to worry about anything when Jongin invites himself into Chanyeol’s shower with him.
Chanyeol chose a bar for the meeting so there would always be background noise to drown out any awkward silences and because he could use the liquid courage. Everyone else is already there, of course. Chanyeol has a hand settled low on Jongin's back. Possessive. Jongin leans into it, stealing a smile before they make their way toward the small group tucked in a booth in the corner. For a brief moment, Chanyeol is tempted to wrap his arm around Jongin's waist and drag him outside, back to the safety of his house.
Baekhyun spots them first, waving them over with a shit eating grin on his face. Chanyeol lets out a deep breath, putting on a happy face as he steers Jongin in the direction of the booth.
"Yeol!" Baekhyun yells. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show your pretty face."
Baekhyun's already had a few, and judging from the table, so has everyone else.
"And miss this?" Chanyeol responds. "Not a chance." Chanyeol lowers his arm and takes Jongin's hand instead, giving it a reassuring squeeze although Chanyeol thinks he might be the one in need of reassurance. "Everyone, this is Jongin. Jongin, this is Baekhyun, Yifan and Jongdae."
All three of Chanyeol's closest friends have their eyes on Jongin and Chanyeol thinks he really needs a drink.
"Yeaaaaah," Baekhyun begins, his finger running around the rim of his glass. "He's way too hot for you. Is Chanyeol paying you?"
"In sex," Jongin replies without a beat. "Mind if I sit?"
Baekhyun slides himself to the corner and pats the empty spot next to him. "Please."
"I'm going to get drinks," Chanyeol announces. "Don't scare him off before I get back." Chanyeol takes two steps backward before taking his eyes off Jongin. He uses his walk to the bar to calm himself, leaning on the wood as he waits for the bartender to finish someone else's order. Only moments later, Yifan is leaning next to him, staring pointedly at Chanyeol.
"He's a little young looking."
"That's because he's young," Chanyeol answers, doing his best not to look at Yifan directly.
"We're not going to get charged with serving a minor, are we?" Yifan inquires and Chanyeol glares at him. Yifan breaks out into a smile. "I just hope his parents signed his permission slip to come out with you."
"Asshole," Chanyeol bites.
"Seriously though," Yifan continues, turning to take a look back over his shoulder. "He's adorable and we've all noticed that you're happier now. Doesn't mean we're not going to rag on you about it."
"You wouldn't be you if you didn't. I can take it."
Yifan lingers long enough to help Chanyeol carry the drinks back to the table. He takes the empty spot beside Jongin, sliding a glass along the table toward Jongin who leans down to sip the foam off the top. Chanyeol's throat nearly closes at the sight of Jongin licking it off his lips. Tonight might actually kill him.
Baekhyun wolf whistles and Chanyeol curls his arm around Jongin to pull him away from Baekhyun. Jongin's laughing, but he leans his head on Chanyeol's shoulder and gets comfortable. Some of Chanyeol's nerves finally begin to ebb.
No one else makes mention of Jongin's age directly, much to Chanyeol's relief. They stick to the safe topics like Chanyeol's embarrassing college days when he could drink them all under the table and how hopeless Chanyeol is when it comes to not noticing people flirting with him. Jongin manages to wiggle himself partially onto Chanyeol's lap at some point, his hand splayed high on Chanyeol's thigh.
An hour later and Chanyeol is painfully sober and painfully hard, with Jongin completely on his lap and wiggling his ass purposefully. Jongin is still nursing his first beer, but the rest of them are three sheets to the wind. Chanyeol thinks it's the perfect opportunity to slip away.
"Wait!" Jongdae wails when Chanyeol stands, bringing Jongin with him. "We have to do this again! I like you," he says to Jongin.
"I like you too," Jongin laughs.
"Hey, bring your friends next time," Jongdae adds with a wink. Baekhyun is cracking up and Chanyeol grabs Jongin to make a hasty retreat while they still can.
"I really like your friends," Jongin declares once they've made it to the car.
Chanyeol buckles and sits there, staring blankly ahead through the windshield. It did go better than expected, but Jongin is still Jongin no matter where they are. Chanyeol's dick throbs in his jeans and he lets out a soft groan, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He needs to get it under control before attempting to operate heavy machinery.
"Is something bothering you?" Jongin asks. There's actual concern in his voice, which would be endearing if it wasn't for Jongin's fingers creeping along Chanyeol's thigh and toward his dick.
"You are going to drive me crazy," Chanyeol grumbles, but he doesn't stop Jongin.
Jongin cups Chanyeol's cock through his jeans and gives it a firm squeeze. Chanyeol hisses, rocking up into the touch. He turns and grabs Jongin by the back of his neck, drawing him in for a kiss. Jongin's tongue is hot and eager, slipping through Chanyeol's lips instantly.
Chanyeol goes in for more, biting along Jongin's thick lips as Jongin palms him harder, faster. A few minutes of this and Chanyeol thinks his dick is chafing. He finally pulls away from Jongin's mouth, holding him by his hair to keep Jongin from diving in for more.
"Let me get us home and I will bend you over anything you want," Chanyeol promises.
"The bay window in your bedroom?" Jongin asks breathlessly.
"Fuck," Chanyeol mutters, finally turning the key to start the car. He glances over at Jongin as they're pulling out of the parking lot. Jongin is still panting, his eyes dark and lips so swollen and shiny.
It feels like it takes an extra hour to drive home even if Chanyeol makes the usual fifteen minute trip in ten. Jongin is unbuckled and out of the car before Chanyeol's cut the engine. He makes it to the door, key fitting in the lock and Jongin barrels through first, kicking off his shoes and rounding on Chanyeol with intent.
Chanyeol's hands cup Jongin's ass as soon as Jongin's in reach, his fingers sinking into plump flesh as Jongin rocks against him, knocking Chanyeol into the door. "We're not going to make it upstairs," Chanyeol tells Jongin even as he resists Jongin trying to wiggle away.
Jongin finally slips free, giving Chanyeol a great view of his ass as he rushes toward the stairs while trying to take off his pants. Chanyeol is right behind him, shirt left on the floor with his shoes and his socks now littering the stairs.
Jongin is naked when he drops to his knees in front of the bay window in Chanyeol's bedroom. There's nothing but trees along the property line and in the darkness, all Chanyeol sees is Jongin's reflection. The only stop Chanyeol makes on his way to Jongin is to grab the lube, shucking the rest of his clothing along the way.
Chanyeol carefully gets onto his knees and Jongin bends forward to lean on the bench, pushing his ass out until it brushes against Chanyeol's cock. He wastes no time slicking his fingers and sliding them up the cleft of Jongin's ass. Jongin sucks in a sharp breath, rocking against them and spreading his knees further apart. Chanyeol looks up to catch Jongin's eyes in their reflection as he sinks two fingers into him.
Jongin groans, his jaw falling open and hips trying to roll back for more. He's always so responsive, so damn gorgeous, and it's all for Chanyeol to take. It's fortunate that it doesn't take long to stretch Jongin open considering they'd spent most of the morning with Chanyeol's dick inside him.
Chanyeol slicks his cock, taking his time to rub the head over Jongin's rim just to feel the way Jongin shudders, to hear how he gasps Chanyeol's name. He guides his cock into Jongin with one hand as the other holds Jongin open. He watches as he sinks into Jongin slowly, cock disappearing with every second until he’s buried and Jongin is squeezing around him.
Chanyeol waits for Jongin to impatiently start rocking himself on his dick, soft whines spilling from his mouth. He watches for a moment longer, squeezing Jongin’s ass cheek in his palm before taking Jongin’s waist with his other hand and pushing forward. Jongin lets out a loud moan, head dropping and spine curved down to take Chanyeol in deeper. Together, they start a rhythm that isn’t too much strain on Chanyeol’s knees, but is hard and fast enough that Chanyeol won’t be on his knees long either.
Jongin always fucks Chanyeol like he can’t get enough of him, like it’s all he’s ever wanted and he’s finally getting a taste. Chanyeol thinks he knows how it feels. With Jongin, he loses the part of him that belongs to the world. In his house, in the home that he’s made for himself, he gets to be just Chanyeol, the guy falling head over heels for a man more ten years younger than he is. And it’s okay.
“Chanyeol,” Jongin pants, whines, moans into the air.
Chanyeol slides his hand down to grip Jongin’s cock, letting it slide slick through the circle of his fingers. Jongin clenches tighter around Chanyeol, speeding up until he’s grinding against Chanyeol’s cock and nearly sobbing from how good it feels, begging for more.
Jongin comes with a shudder, his body rigid and ass fluttering around Chanyeol’s cock. Chanyeol focuses on Jongin, watches the way Jongin’s muscles shift beneath sweaty skin as the aftershocks take him. When he finally stills, Chanyeol pulls out gingerly.
Jongin turns around, looking at Chanyeol so adoringly that Chanyeol’s heart tries to climb out of his chest. Then a smirk pulls on Jongin’s mouth and he’s wedging himself between Chanyeol’s spread legs. Jongin lays beneath Chanyeol, curling fingers around Chanyeol’s cock. It’s almost too much; Chanyeol is already so close to coming and Jongin knows exactly how to get him there.
Chanyeol has to brace himself on the bench beneath the window to keep from collapsing on Jongin. He gazes down at Jongin, sees the way Jongin is watching his dick and licking his lips. He thinks about Jongin’s mouth on his cock, around his cock, and that’s all it takes. Chanyeol thrusts through Jongin’s fingers, coming in streaks along Jongin’s chest.
Chanyeol can’t move; his heart is racing and his body is drained and, well, he’s on his knees on the floor which was a bad idea to begin with. Jongin lifts enough to press a kiss on Chanyeol’s lips. “I’ll rescue you, old man,” Jongin says fondly.
Chanyeol would protest, but he needs the help. He’ll also never turn down a chance to have Jongin’s hands on him. And as Jongin helps lay Chanyeol on the bed, leaving him there as he goes to the bathroom for a towel, Chanyeol ponders what type of wedding they should have. Cause he’s never letting Jongin go.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Chanyeol/Jongin
Length: 2300w
Summary: a continuation to The Trouble Next Door.
Chanyeol can feel Jongin’s eyes on his ass. He looks over his shoulder to see Jongin resting on his side, head perched on his hand. The sheets only come up to his waist and he looks like something straight from Chanyeol’s fantasies. It’s amazing Chanyeol has a will strong enough to leave him there.
“You still haven’t told me where we’re going tonight,” Jongin states, his nose scrunching a little when Chanyeol pulls his cotton pants up over his bare ass.
“Nowhere if you keep seducing me,” Chanyeol grumbles halfheartedly.
“Not my fault you’re so sexy.”
Chanyeol snorts, bemused. The sexy one in the relationship is definitely Jongin and not just because he’s so much younger. If Chanyeol were given an eternity to map out Jongin and everything he is, he still wouldn’t be able to learn it all. Things were simpler when all that tied them together was lust, but this - this is something else. Chanyeol’s heart longs for something he isn’t sure he’s allowed to have.
Jongin’s been asking for more. Jongin wants to go out on dates in public places, be introduced to Chanyeol’s friends and in turn, introduce Chanyeol to his friends. Chanyeol’s been hesitant about it. It has nothing to do with Jongin himself. It’s just that Jongin is this bursting blossom of youth, so beautiful and alive, while Chanyeol is settling into his age with grey hair and smile lines around his eyes that don’t fade anymore. What they have is unconventional and Chanyeol, while old enough to not care about what the world thinks, doesn’t want Jongin to feel the weight of it on his shoulders.
But Chanyeol also finds it hard to not give in to everything that Jongin wants. That’s why he’s conceded. “We’re meeting my friends at a bar,” he tells Jongin, wondering still if he’s made the right decision. All Chanyeol’s friends know that he has someone in his life, but he hasn’t told them that Jongin is so much younger. Except for Baekhyun, of course. Chanyeol can never keep anything from Baekhyun. It’s a habit to tell his best friend everything.
Jongin sits up completely, his hair a mess from Chanyeol’s fingers and several darkening marks on his hips now exposed to Chanyeol’s greedy eyes. “Seriously?”
Jongin’s excitement is enough to have Chanyeol’s worries vanish for a while. Besides, it’s hard to worry about anything when Jongin invites himself into Chanyeol’s shower with him.
Chanyeol chose a bar for the meeting so there would always be background noise to drown out any awkward silences and because he could use the liquid courage. Everyone else is already there, of course. Chanyeol has a hand settled low on Jongin's back. Possessive. Jongin leans into it, stealing a smile before they make their way toward the small group tucked in a booth in the corner. For a brief moment, Chanyeol is tempted to wrap his arm around Jongin's waist and drag him outside, back to the safety of his house.
Baekhyun spots them first, waving them over with a shit eating grin on his face. Chanyeol lets out a deep breath, putting on a happy face as he steers Jongin in the direction of the booth.
"Yeol!" Baekhyun yells. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show your pretty face."
Baekhyun's already had a few, and judging from the table, so has everyone else.
"And miss this?" Chanyeol responds. "Not a chance." Chanyeol lowers his arm and takes Jongin's hand instead, giving it a reassuring squeeze although Chanyeol thinks he might be the one in need of reassurance. "Everyone, this is Jongin. Jongin, this is Baekhyun, Yifan and Jongdae."
All three of Chanyeol's closest friends have their eyes on Jongin and Chanyeol thinks he really needs a drink.
"Yeaaaaah," Baekhyun begins, his finger running around the rim of his glass. "He's way too hot for you. Is Chanyeol paying you?"
"In sex," Jongin replies without a beat. "Mind if I sit?"
Baekhyun slides himself to the corner and pats the empty spot next to him. "Please."
"I'm going to get drinks," Chanyeol announces. "Don't scare him off before I get back." Chanyeol takes two steps backward before taking his eyes off Jongin. He uses his walk to the bar to calm himself, leaning on the wood as he waits for the bartender to finish someone else's order. Only moments later, Yifan is leaning next to him, staring pointedly at Chanyeol.
"He's a little young looking."
"That's because he's young," Chanyeol answers, doing his best not to look at Yifan directly.
"We're not going to get charged with serving a minor, are we?" Yifan inquires and Chanyeol glares at him. Yifan breaks out into a smile. "I just hope his parents signed his permission slip to come out with you."
"Asshole," Chanyeol bites.
"Seriously though," Yifan continues, turning to take a look back over his shoulder. "He's adorable and we've all noticed that you're happier now. Doesn't mean we're not going to rag on you about it."
"You wouldn't be you if you didn't. I can take it."
Yifan lingers long enough to help Chanyeol carry the drinks back to the table. He takes the empty spot beside Jongin, sliding a glass along the table toward Jongin who leans down to sip the foam off the top. Chanyeol's throat nearly closes at the sight of Jongin licking it off his lips. Tonight might actually kill him.
Baekhyun wolf whistles and Chanyeol curls his arm around Jongin to pull him away from Baekhyun. Jongin's laughing, but he leans his head on Chanyeol's shoulder and gets comfortable. Some of Chanyeol's nerves finally begin to ebb.
No one else makes mention of Jongin's age directly, much to Chanyeol's relief. They stick to the safe topics like Chanyeol's embarrassing college days when he could drink them all under the table and how hopeless Chanyeol is when it comes to not noticing people flirting with him. Jongin manages to wiggle himself partially onto Chanyeol's lap at some point, his hand splayed high on Chanyeol's thigh.
An hour later and Chanyeol is painfully sober and painfully hard, with Jongin completely on his lap and wiggling his ass purposefully. Jongin is still nursing his first beer, but the rest of them are three sheets to the wind. Chanyeol thinks it's the perfect opportunity to slip away.
"Wait!" Jongdae wails when Chanyeol stands, bringing Jongin with him. "We have to do this again! I like you," he says to Jongin.
"I like you too," Jongin laughs.
"Hey, bring your friends next time," Jongdae adds with a wink. Baekhyun is cracking up and Chanyeol grabs Jongin to make a hasty retreat while they still can.
"I really like your friends," Jongin declares once they've made it to the car.
Chanyeol buckles and sits there, staring blankly ahead through the windshield. It did go better than expected, but Jongin is still Jongin no matter where they are. Chanyeol's dick throbs in his jeans and he lets out a soft groan, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He needs to get it under control before attempting to operate heavy machinery.
"Is something bothering you?" Jongin asks. There's actual concern in his voice, which would be endearing if it wasn't for Jongin's fingers creeping along Chanyeol's thigh and toward his dick.
"You are going to drive me crazy," Chanyeol grumbles, but he doesn't stop Jongin.
Jongin cups Chanyeol's cock through his jeans and gives it a firm squeeze. Chanyeol hisses, rocking up into the touch. He turns and grabs Jongin by the back of his neck, drawing him in for a kiss. Jongin's tongue is hot and eager, slipping through Chanyeol's lips instantly.
Chanyeol goes in for more, biting along Jongin's thick lips as Jongin palms him harder, faster. A few minutes of this and Chanyeol thinks his dick is chafing. He finally pulls away from Jongin's mouth, holding him by his hair to keep Jongin from diving in for more.
"Let me get us home and I will bend you over anything you want," Chanyeol promises.
"The bay window in your bedroom?" Jongin asks breathlessly.
"Fuck," Chanyeol mutters, finally turning the key to start the car. He glances over at Jongin as they're pulling out of the parking lot. Jongin is still panting, his eyes dark and lips so swollen and shiny.
It feels like it takes an extra hour to drive home even if Chanyeol makes the usual fifteen minute trip in ten. Jongin is unbuckled and out of the car before Chanyeol's cut the engine. He makes it to the door, key fitting in the lock and Jongin barrels through first, kicking off his shoes and rounding on Chanyeol with intent.
Chanyeol's hands cup Jongin's ass as soon as Jongin's in reach, his fingers sinking into plump flesh as Jongin rocks against him, knocking Chanyeol into the door. "We're not going to make it upstairs," Chanyeol tells Jongin even as he resists Jongin trying to wiggle away.
Jongin finally slips free, giving Chanyeol a great view of his ass as he rushes toward the stairs while trying to take off his pants. Chanyeol is right behind him, shirt left on the floor with his shoes and his socks now littering the stairs.
Jongin is naked when he drops to his knees in front of the bay window in Chanyeol's bedroom. There's nothing but trees along the property line and in the darkness, all Chanyeol sees is Jongin's reflection. The only stop Chanyeol makes on his way to Jongin is to grab the lube, shucking the rest of his clothing along the way.
Chanyeol carefully gets onto his knees and Jongin bends forward to lean on the bench, pushing his ass out until it brushes against Chanyeol's cock. He wastes no time slicking his fingers and sliding them up the cleft of Jongin's ass. Jongin sucks in a sharp breath, rocking against them and spreading his knees further apart. Chanyeol looks up to catch Jongin's eyes in their reflection as he sinks two fingers into him.
Jongin groans, his jaw falling open and hips trying to roll back for more. He's always so responsive, so damn gorgeous, and it's all for Chanyeol to take. It's fortunate that it doesn't take long to stretch Jongin open considering they'd spent most of the morning with Chanyeol's dick inside him.
Chanyeol slicks his cock, taking his time to rub the head over Jongin's rim just to feel the way Jongin shudders, to hear how he gasps Chanyeol's name. He guides his cock into Jongin with one hand as the other holds Jongin open. He watches as he sinks into Jongin slowly, cock disappearing with every second until he’s buried and Jongin is squeezing around him.
Chanyeol waits for Jongin to impatiently start rocking himself on his dick, soft whines spilling from his mouth. He watches for a moment longer, squeezing Jongin’s ass cheek in his palm before taking Jongin’s waist with his other hand and pushing forward. Jongin lets out a loud moan, head dropping and spine curved down to take Chanyeol in deeper. Together, they start a rhythm that isn’t too much strain on Chanyeol’s knees, but is hard and fast enough that Chanyeol won’t be on his knees long either.
Jongin always fucks Chanyeol like he can’t get enough of him, like it’s all he’s ever wanted and he’s finally getting a taste. Chanyeol thinks he knows how it feels. With Jongin, he loses the part of him that belongs to the world. In his house, in the home that he’s made for himself, he gets to be just Chanyeol, the guy falling head over heels for a man more ten years younger than he is. And it’s okay.
“Chanyeol,” Jongin pants, whines, moans into the air.
Chanyeol slides his hand down to grip Jongin’s cock, letting it slide slick through the circle of his fingers. Jongin clenches tighter around Chanyeol, speeding up until he’s grinding against Chanyeol’s cock and nearly sobbing from how good it feels, begging for more.
Jongin comes with a shudder, his body rigid and ass fluttering around Chanyeol’s cock. Chanyeol focuses on Jongin, watches the way Jongin’s muscles shift beneath sweaty skin as the aftershocks take him. When he finally stills, Chanyeol pulls out gingerly.
Jongin turns around, looking at Chanyeol so adoringly that Chanyeol’s heart tries to climb out of his chest. Then a smirk pulls on Jongin’s mouth and he’s wedging himself between Chanyeol’s spread legs. Jongin lays beneath Chanyeol, curling fingers around Chanyeol’s cock. It’s almost too much; Chanyeol is already so close to coming and Jongin knows exactly how to get him there.
Chanyeol has to brace himself on the bench beneath the window to keep from collapsing on Jongin. He gazes down at Jongin, sees the way Jongin is watching his dick and licking his lips. He thinks about Jongin’s mouth on his cock, around his cock, and that’s all it takes. Chanyeol thrusts through Jongin’s fingers, coming in streaks along Jongin’s chest.
Chanyeol can’t move; his heart is racing and his body is drained and, well, he’s on his knees on the floor which was a bad idea to begin with. Jongin lifts enough to press a kiss on Chanyeol’s lips. “I’ll rescue you, old man,” Jongin says fondly.
Chanyeol would protest, but he needs the help. He’ll also never turn down a chance to have Jongin’s hands on him. And as Jongin helps lay Chanyeol on the bed, leaving him there as he goes to the bathroom for a towel, Chanyeol ponders what type of wedding they should have. Cause he’s never letting Jongin go.