you were always the one for me (1/3)
title: you were always the one for me
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: nc-17
summary: Baekhyun liked kissing Chanyeol. Chanyeol liked kissing Baekhyun. It was okay for best friends to do that, right?
warnings: sex, slight angst
notes: based on the Australian schooling system
word count: 20k
part 1 of 3
Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s friendship was a little unconventional.
They had been friends since they were in nappies, back when they had chubby Michelin Man legs and bright mischievous smiles. They chased each other for hours, round and round, never tiring.
They were kind of like brothers, except they weren’t. Baekhyun had an older brother and Chanyeol was nothing like that to him. Chanyeol was his friend, his best friend, his partner in crime, the one kid he trusted with his life. And considering all the cruel things kids did in primary school, the fact that he trusted Chanyeol at all was a big thing.
They had gone to different primary schools back then, Baekhyun forced to follow in his brother’s footsteps. Initially that began with a lot of tears from both their ends, neither wanting to part with each other. But their parents agreed they'd be able to meet every weekend and so they did, playing and promising with sure hearts that they'd go to the same high school.
When the kids started to bully Chanyeol for his weight, Baekhyun begged his mother to let him go to his best friend’s school. Nothing hurt Baekhyun more than the sight of Chanyeol messily trying to hide his tears. The kids didn’t know Chanyeol like Baekhyun did. They didn’t know how wonderful the other boy was.
He started Hapkido soon after, promising Chanyeol that he’d beat up any kid who even dared to whisper something cruel. The first time he made true with his promise had him grounded for days, but it was worth seeing the brilliant smile on Chanyeol’s face as he kicked them to the ground.
One weekend, Chanyeol had come over to Baekhyun’s house and the two of them watched the movie Babe. Baekhyun had laughed when he saw the cute piggie, suddenly reminded of his lovely chubby friend. He called Chanyeol Babe after that, watching the other’s cheeks pinken slightly in embarrassment. Chanyeol didn’t seem to be offended by the nickname, knowing his best friend never had any mean undertones, unlike the boys at school.
As a whole, primary school went by rather slowly, both eagerly awaiting weekends to meet up and play with each other. When Chanyeol had gotten the latest console for his birthday, he rang Baekhyun up and bragged about the new flashy device until his best friend was laden with envy. Baekhyun had rushed over soon after and the two of them stayed up late playing Banjo Kazooie. Or at least until Yoora shooed them away, complaining about ‘little boys being way too loud’.
But that’s what they were known for. They were the loud-mouth duo. Baekhyun always had an arm on Chanyeol’s shoulder, reiterating their strong friendship. No matter where they went, they were constantly touching each other, fingers around shoulders, around biceps, around waists. It started as mere reassurance that the other was there, that they weren’t separated like they were in primary school.
The constant touching stayed with them long after they left primary school and started high school, hands finding each other at all times. They were joined at the hip, knees brushing and thighs touching. Even when Chanyeol started growing upwards, leaving Baekhyun trailing slowly behind, the older constantly had an arm over Chanyeol’s broadening shoulder.
“I’m not going to stop hanging all over you just because you’re tall now, Babe!”
*~*
“Why do you call him ‘babe’?” Yoora had asked once with a curious expression on her face. The two were caught in an intense tickle fight that used a lot of extraneous material like blankets and pillows. One poor pillow had been massacred in the fight, but that was nothing out of the ordinary when both Baekhyun and Chanyeol were involved.
“Because he’s my Babe!” Baekhyun announced rather loudly, reaching over to pinch at Chanyeol’s chubby cheeks. The younger boy grumbled, unwillingly smiling despite the name-call.
Yoora had left with a somewhat confused but satisfied look on her face, and it didn’t occur to Baekhyun until much later that the older girl probably mistook the name. Oh well, Baekhyun thought, she would realise in the future.
*~*
No one saw Baekhyun without Chanyeol or Chanyeol without Baekhyun. They were a packaged duo. If you saw one, the other was most likely trailing slightly behind. Two peas in a pod didn’t explain just how close they were, just how they managed to fit together.
There were times during their early high school years where tension brewed between them. New friends was always somewhat of a sore topic, jealousy springing on both ends at even the hint of a new companion. It had always been Chanyeol and Baekhyun but suddenly there was a Kris and Baekhyun was pushed away to the side.
Objectively speaking, Baekhyun knew Kris was a nice guy. He had to be if Chanyeol was friends with him. It was nothing that helped Baekhyun throughout the nights though, thinking about Chanyeol reaching over to wrap his arm around Kris’ shoulder. He could imagine it now, his best friend’s long and gangly body pressing hard against the equally tall basketball player.
It made him angry for reasons he couldn’t exactly explain, causing him to avoid Chanyeol as much as possible. He made new friends with Jongdae and Minseok soon after, two boys who took him under their wing and showed him the ropes. Chanyeol picked up on his distance relatively quickly after that, getting under Baekhyun’s skin and asking him what he did wrong.
Baekhyun had tried to resist the younger boy’s charms, but there was nothing he could do when Chanyeol fluttered his eyelids at him, mouth drooping sadly. He was sold. Chanyeol being sad wasn't something he could handle. Thinking about the younger boy being sad made him sad. And just like that, their tension was gone.
They were closer than ever after that brief stint, realising just how much they hated being apart. There was nothing worse than the two of them being separated and from then on the touching took an even steeper turn. If they were in the same vicinity then they were next to each other, bodies practically melded together.
Baekhyun always rested his arm on the younger boy’s shoulder whenever he could, but lanky beansprout Chanyeol practically took up that job for him. He was constantly draped over Baekhyun like a blanket, like that was his job.
Baekhyun didn’t mind though. He liked the touching.
He liked the attention.
The touching never stopped, only increasing as the years went by. And so it didn’t really come as a surprise when Chanyeol shyly stood next to him during their tenth year of schooling, asking him if he had ever kissed someone before.
“No, I haven’t,” Baekhyun responded honestly.
“Oh, me neither,” Chanyeol’s voice cracked on the last syllable, a mix of obvious nerves and puberty.
Baekhyun had been dealing with his own set of changes during puberty, but it was nothing compared to the way Chanyeol’s voice was changing. When he first heard his friend’s deep voice, Baekhyun nearly flipped. Who would’ve thought baby-faced Chanyeol would have a voice like that?
Nonetheless, when Chanyeol clambered up all his courage to ask Baekhyun, the older boy smiled, brain on the same wavelength. He turned towards his tall friend and muttered the one question he was sure the other was too shy to ask.
“Do you want to practice kissing on me?”
In Baekhyun’s eyes, it made sense. There was no one else he wanted to give his first kiss to. Chanyeol was his everything, from womb to tomb, really. And such, he watched Chanyeol’s pretty brown eyes sparkle in the dark room, holding the younger boy’s sweat-slick palm on top of his own.
Chanyeol was really handsome, Baekhyun thought, feeling his heart race. He hit his stomach slightly, trying to stop the odd feelings from rising up. Never had he felt so weird around Chanyeol before, and the somewhat sick-feelings building in his chest and stomach were entirely unwelcomed.
The feelings did not cease when Chanyeol moved forward, eyes locked on the elder. His friend’s face was much less chubby than it was in primary school and Baekhyun interestingly observed the other’s features. From his sharpening jawline to prominent cheekbones, he was truly changing a lot. Reaching out to touch the other’s jaw, Baekhyun smiled, realising just how handsome his best friend was becoming.
“Are you ready?” Chanyeol whispered, face now dangerously close to Baekhyun’s. His breaths puffed between them and the older boy shivered when he felt the warmth on his lips.
Instead of responding verbally, Baekhyun pushed forward, slotting their lips together. There was a moment of still silence as the two of them moved past the fact that they were actually kissing. Something felt wrong at first, like Baekhyun wasn’t meant to kiss Chanyeol. He had grown up with the other. Chanyeol was his best friend not his boyfriend. Why was he kissing him?
But then Chanyeol moved his head to the side, letting their lips connect together once more. This angle was a lot nicer, Baekhyun thought, sliding his lips against his best friend’s with increasing passion.
There was something weird about kissing that he couldn’t get used to. At least not immediately. It wasn’t like kissing your own skin. In the past, Baekhyun had tried giving himself hickeys on his arm, forever curious about what it would feel like. This was nothing like that, the lips against him having a mind of their own.
It was addicting, Baekhyun soon realised, reaching out to tangle his fingers in Chanyeol’s hair and feeling thick palms clench at his waist. It felt nice to be held in Chanyeol’s arms and he let the bigger boy hold him rather delicately, enjoying the weight around him. There was something rather soothing about being held like this and Baekhyun expressed his like by opening his mouth and swiping a tongue at Chanyeol’s lower lip.
The kiss continued for a while after that, a real exploration on both ends. Chanyeol held him safe and secure in the weight of his arms and Baekhyun stretched his body up, angling himself to gain the upper on the younger boy.
When they finally parted from each other, there was a string of saliva that connected them. Their breaths were long-winded, haggard, like they had just run a marathon and Baekhyun was pretty sure he felt Chanyeol hard against his thigh. Not that Baekhyun wasn’t just as hard.
“Wow,” Chanyeol said after that, wiping his wet lips with the palm of his hand.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun laughed, smiling at his friend. “Thanks Babe!”
“No worries,” Chanyeol smiled back at him.
If Baekhyun was being honest, he was kind of worried the kiss was going to ruin his relationship with Chanyeol. They didn’t see each other after that for a few days, Chanyeol visiting his grandmother for the weekend. There hadn’t been much time for them to talk about what transpired after the kiss and all Baekhyun could do was wait for the other to come back home with an unsure feeling in his gut.
The relationship he had with Chanyeol as his best friend was the easiest thing in the world. It was practically as easy as breathing. He prayed their closeness wasn’t going to change now.
When Chanyeol came back after visiting his grandmother, Baekhyun let out a sigh of relief. His best friend had wrapped his arms around him as per usual.
Their friendship was fine.
He smiled extra wide that day, holding Chanyeol’s hand against his chest.
As such, he was surprised when Chanyeol, only a few days later, leaned over and planted a kiss on Baekhyun’s lips. They were studying for their dreaded Chemistry exam, stressed looks on both their faces. When Baekhyun said something about feeling tired, Chanyeol stayed quiet. Baekhyun took the other’s silence as an expression of agreement, not expecting the press of soft lips against his own.
He had laid there, body stretched out and frozen on his bed, unable to comprehend Chanyeol’s actions.
Chanyeol kissed him again. He kissed him again.
“W-what was that for?” Baekhyun asked, his cheeks heating up exponentially just like the curves he learnt in Maths only a few weeks prior.
Chanyeol shrugged, looking way too calm for Baekhyun’s liking.
“I really liked kissing you last time.”
It was strange how easily shook up Baekhyun was by the kiss. Most times he was the one who always had the situation under control. He was known for being strong and fearless.
And yet, under the warm lights of his bedroom and a stack of Chemistry papers lain around them, Baekhyun felt shocked.
“B-but Babe!”
The nickname escaped him like it always did, but this time something felt different. He knew couples called each other cute nicknames like ‘baby’ and ‘babe’ and while he never meant it in that sense, the context made him feel like he did.
Chanyeol held his hand straight after, staring him in his eyes. He proceeded to ask Baekhyun if he liked kissing him too, which Baekhyun had responded with a resolute yes. That was all Chanyeol seemed to need, moving forwards to plant another one on his best friend.
Apparently it was just as easy as that, and the two moved on with their relationship without a further bat of an eye. Their friendship was normal after that, hugging and teasing with no respect for personal space.
But they kissed too, so maybe their friendship wasn’t normal.
The few sometimes soon became all the time. Whenever they were alone, Baekhyun moved forward and pressed a kiss on Chanyeol’s shoulder. Whenever Baekhyun was making them food, Chanyeol wrapped his arms around Baekhyun’s waist and kissed him on the temple.
Sometimes when they were watching television, Baekhyun would get bored and steal Chanyeol’s attention away with mind-numbing kisses. He’d climb into the younger boy’s lap, letting his legs wrap neatly in between the other’s thighs as he trailed kisses up a long pale neck.
Other times, Chanyeol would distract Baekhyun mid-study with a soft kiss on the forehead. He’d tell Baekhyun to cool down on the intense work and that even though they were graduating high school in a few months, he could afford a break.
Some of the kisses were surprisingly intimate and they got Baekhyun’s stomach tingling, fingers trembling. Some kisses sent shockwaves through him, feeling them on the other end. All the way through the tips of his fingers and to the ends of his feet.
The kisses followed them whenever they were alone and had the chance. Baekhyun never had the guts to kiss Chanyeol in front of others, knowing that people would get the wrong impression. Kisses were meant for lovers, for romantic partners. They weren’t meant for best friends.
But as Baekhyun sat in bed, a bowl of popcorn laying in the middle of his thighs, he watched Chanyeol snooze off on his side. The younger boy’s head was drooping sleepily on Baekhyun’s shoulder, bopping up and down before eventually falling flat on the soft skin of Baekhyun’s trapezius. It was this sight that caused Baekhyun to disagree. Maybe kisses weren’t meant for normal best friends but they were definitely meant for Chanyeol.
*~*
The first time someone had witnessed them kissing was the day everyone witnessed them kissing.
They were graduating high school.
While the occasion should’ve been enjoyable and stress free, Baekhyun was freaking out more than the entire year combined. There was just something in the air about Graduation that caused him to shrivel up on the spot. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was the Senior Music Captain and thus it was he who had to speak in front of a few thousand people. Maybe it didn’t have something to do with that. Either way, Baekhyun was stressed.
He was pacing behind the black curtain, hands in pockets and face turned downwards when his best friend found him.
Chanyeol looked really good. He was wearing the customary grey slacks and white shirt, topped off with their maroon and blue tie. The sleeves were folded back against his forearms revealing newly developed muscle. His tie was slightly crooked but to Baekhyun he was perfect.
“Hey,” Chanyeol smiled at him softly, reaching out to hold Baekhyun’s hand within his own palm. “You got this, okay?”
Baekhyun sent him a grateful smile, heart still racing in his chest. A loud cheer sounded from behind the curtain and he gulped slightly when he realised that the Sports Captain had probably finished her speech.
“Baek,” Chanyeol took his hands and held it against his chest. The look in his eyes was strong and emotional, subduing the slightly older boy. He held Baekhyun’s gaze, nicely parted black hair framing his eyes handsomely. “You’re honestly going to smash this. You’re the most dedicated and talented music student, besides me,” he laughed slightly, sending Baekhyun a silly look, “and everyone will be entranced by you. Just as I always am.”
“Babe…” Baekhyun’s heart clenched in his chest and he sent the other an extremely thankful smile.
He reached a hand out to touch at Chanyeol’s jaw, something that he always tended to do, brushing at the slightly coarse shaved skin there. Chanyeol leaned further into his hand, brilliant smile extending all the way across his face.
Just as he was about to lean up and kiss his friend, he was signalled onto the stage.
“Baek.”
Baekhyun turned at the last second, eyes flickering towards his best friend.
“Love you.”
Heart racing in his chest, Baekhyun smiled.
“Love you too.”
*~*
Just like Chanyeol had predicted, Baekhyun smashed the speech. It wasn’t the longest speech in the world and he grinned wide at the audience when he spoke the last few words that went something along the lines of, ‘we’ll never forget the memories we’ve made in this wonderful school.’
He was ushered towards the rest of the seated students, eyes eagerly searching to find Chanyeol. The younger boy was involved in the making of the Senior Video, specially chosen for the task. He was known as the Happy Virus, the one kid almost everyone liked and enjoyed talking to. And so it was no wonder he was chosen to take videos of their cohort during their last year.
As the video finally played, the last little thing before they were officially dismissed as graduated students, Baekhyun sat in his seat. He had already applied for university and hoped with all his heart that he and Chanyeol were able to attend it together.
The special video ended on the image of their entire grade, and Baekhyun squinted seeing himself laying down on the grass in the front with Chanyeol next to him. He spotted Kris, Jongdae and Minseok scattered within their cohort, bright grins on their faces. It was a nice picture depicting their year and Baekhyun’s heart clenched a little in nostalgia at the thought that he would be soon leaving these people.
They were officially dismissed only a few moments later, complete with a certificate and a picture of their faces on the front. Their principal had spoken a few words of acknowledgement before granting them well wishes for the future.
His parents and older brother were somewhere in the crowd, but all Baekhyun wanted to find was Chanyeol. It was surprisingly hard to find the giant in the large rush of students eager to leave the building. Baekhyun wasn’t like them however, standing back and trailing his eyes from figure to figure.
“Baek!” A voice shouted loud near him, but it wasn’t the one he really wanted to hear.
“Jongdae~” Baekhyun smiled wide at the sight of his friend. He reached over and gave him a hug, feeling the other’s certificate crush slightly into the flesh of his shoulder. “We’re done!”
“We are,” Jongdae whooped loudly, shaking his head and letting his black hair flutter away from his forehead. “I can’t believe it.”
“Me neither,” Baekhyun responded before looking into the crowd, eager to find Chanyeol.
“Are you looking for your parents?”
“No…” Baekhyun replied a little distractedly, still focused on the important matter of finding his best friend. “Oh!”
And that was when he saw Chanyeol, standing a little off to the side and grasping his certificate in between his fingers. Baekhyun quickly hopped off towards him, bright grin on his face.
Inwardly he sort of remembered that he was leaving Jongdae behind him, but he brushed away the thought, eager to catch up to his best friend.
“Babe!” Baekhyun yelled, not even bothering to catch himself. He didn’t usually call Chanyeol ‘Babe’ in school, having been mistaken many times in the past.
Chanyeol turned instinctively at the call, face lighting up at the sight of Baekhyun. He opened his arms wide just as Baekhyun ran into him, picking the smaller boy up and twirling him around.
“We’re finished!” Chanyeol laughed happily as Baekhyun pushed his face into his best friend’s shoulder, nose planted rather stiffly into the taut white material.
Baekhyun could hear the happy smile on his friend’s face and that only made him grin even wider, gripping at strong arms.
“We’re finished!” Baekhyun agreed when Chanyeol finally stopped spinning him around, placing him back on his feet.
When he looked up at his best friend, he watched the tall boy’s bright eyes sparkle under the ambient lighting. He looked so pleased, so happy. Baekhyun couldn’t help himself when he reached up to touch at Chanyeol’s face, fingers trailing over a sharp jaw.
He barely had time to think through the situation and the certain extra tinkle in his friend’s eyes before Chanyeol leaned forward and kissed him.
Letting out a little mousy squeak of surprise, Baekhyun instinctively relaxed into the welcomed kiss, fingers brushing from cut jaw to soft hair, holding his best friend’s head close. Chanyeol kissed him with strength, with passion, opening his mouth and enveloping their tongues together.
Their kiss wasn’t chaste by any means but Baekhyun didn’t give two shits, clutching the boy as close as he could to his chest, feeling the warm heat of Chanyeol’s body seep through him.
When they finally released each other, Baekhyun brought his arms around Chanyeol’s waist, resting his head in the middle of his chest. Chanyeol responded by wrapping his arms tight around his smaller body, pressing his cheek on the top of Baekhyun’s head.
“You spoke really well.”
“I liked your video.”
They both smiled and Baekhyun kissed the middle of Chanyeol’s chest before leaning back.
It was only then did he realise they kissed in public. In public. His eyes widened as he looked at a few disapproving parents and wide eyed classmates. His heart raced in his chest before he calmed himself down. It wasn’t like he was going to see these kids again anyway.
But then he turned back and saw Jongdae and Minseok waiting behind him, mischievous grins on their faces, and Baekhyun ‘eeped’ in embarrassment.
*~*
It took a lot of convincing before Jongdae and Minseok accepted Baekhyun’s assurance that he and Chanyeol were ‘just friends’.
“Friends don’t kiss each other like that Baek,” Jongdae commented one day nearly a month after they had graduated.
“I promise you we’re just friends though,” Baekhyun grumbled, a little sullen.
Since the two had seen them at Graduation, Baekhyun had been constantly asked again and again if he and Chanyeol were dating. He didn’t know how to get it through their thick skulls that no, they were just friends. They had always been friends and that was all they were going to be.
“Yeah okay,” Jongdae nodded, glancing up from his mix of green salad and chicken pasta. “But what if Chanyeol got a girlfriend.”
Baekhyun shrugged, the idea not bothering him in the slightest.
“He can get a girlfriend if he wants.”
He had thought about girlfriends in the past, and it really didn’t bother him at all. Chanyeol was his best friend, a girl wasn’t going to come in between that.
“Would you guys still kiss each other?” Jongdae asked curiously, fork filled with a mix of chicken and green leafy vegetables.
“I don’t know okay,” Baekhyun’s cheeks reddened slightly. “We’d have to talk about it.”
*~*
Turned out, they had to talk about it sooner rather than later.
There was this one girl Baekhyun had known Chanyeol was speaking to, a lady that was a little older than them. She worked in the one record store Chanyeol always bought his music from. Baekhyun had met her a few times when his friend brought him along to peruse. Chanyeol had used that word when he first brought Baekhyun there, claiming that he had no money so all he wanted to do was peruse the music.
Baekhyun teased him about it for the next few days.
The girl though, was nice, if Baekhyun had remembered correctly. She was pretty, he guessed. There wasn’t anything that really stood out about her, and Baekhyun tried to brush away the feelings that Chanyeol was too good for her.
Obviously, he didn’t know her well enough to say that at all, but in his head he grumbled a little, knowing that he’d have to share Chanyeol with her now.
What Baekhyun didn't realise was just how much compromise he'd have to put up with now that Chanyeol was committed.
It was during their movie night that Baekhyun moved to sit in his best friend's lap, ready to kiss him on the lips.
“Baek,” Chanyeol moved his head to the side when Baekhyun moved his lips towards him.
“What?” Baekhyun’s eyes went wide.
Chanyeol had never refused his kisses before. Never. Even when they had fights, Chanyeol always forgave him as soon as Baekhyun pouted with his puppy eyes. Now he found himself a girlfriend and decided it was time to reject Baekhyun’s kisses? What the fuck was up with that?
“Dara…” Chanyeol looked away awkwardly. His hands were still wrapped around Baekhyun’s hips, keeping him safe within the comforts of his lap. At least that didn’t change. “Wouldn’t it be kind of weird?”
Baekhyun frowned, lips turning downwards into a pout. He sat very still in Chanyeol’s lap, feeling unsure. Was he suddenly not welcome here? Was he suddenly not able to sit here like he had done in the past? Because it was kind of weird?
“But we’re… we’re friends!”
Chanyeol looked down sadly at him.
“I don’t think Dara would see it that way.”
Baekhyun huffed. No one saw it that way though. At least they were consistent on that part.
“Explain it to her then,” Baekhyun bit his lip in sadness. He didn’t want to stop kissing Chanyeol. That was one of his favourite things to do. How was he supposed to survive when all he could do around his friend was stare longingly at his lips?
“Ah fuck it.”
Chanyeol mumbled before moving his hands up to tilt Baekhyun’s head back. There was barely enough time for Baekhyun to get a hold of himself before Chanyeol seized his lips.
Moaning into the kiss, Baekhyun sighed happily as he reached up to grab at Chanyeol’s hair. There was definitely no way he could live without this.
Kissing Chanyeol was like coming home. He’d been doing it for so long, he practically survived off of Chanyeol’s kisses. They got him longing, they got him breathless. They got him hard too but most of the time he ignored that part.
When Chanyeol pulled away, lips barely leaving the smaller boy, he stared him down, thumb brushing against Baekhyun’s cheekbone in affection.
“When you have that sad look on your face,” Chanyeol let out a little laugh, fondness now melting into his expression. “I can’t say no.”
Baekhyun grinned a little evilly at him. “Well then, don’t say no.”
The smile faded from the tall boy’s face, but he continued to rub at Baekhyun’s cheekbone. Slow, soft brushes, thumb just grazing the edge.
“She’s my girlfriend, Baek.”
Frowning, Baekhyun leaned back.
“I’m your best friend. Your bestfriend.”
Chanyeol didn’t look convinced and Baekhyun bundled his feet even closer together, resting his hands on his friend’s thighs.
“Come on, our kisses don’t mean the same anyway.”
Chanyeol’s unsure look deepened, “Yeah?”
Baekhyun nodded, slapping Chanyeol’s thighs softly.
“Yeah.”
Our kisses mean so much more.
*~*
They didn’t stop kissing, but Baekhyun did make an effort to try and curb his urges. He didn’t want his friend to feel weird around him. And so it was only during dire times that he leaned over and kissed Chanyeol.
Unlike before, Chanyeol hardly resisted, smiling happily into the kiss. When Baekhyun asked him why, he responded.
“Because our kisses don’t mean the same anyway.”
Baekhyun wasn’t sure why that made his stomach ache a little. He pawned it off as indigestion.
They started university soon after, Baekhyun in Music and Chanyeol in Engineering. Chanyeol had taken an elective in Music Theory, the one subject they shared and Baekhyun thought life was good.
University was going by well, assessment suddenly piling on them only a few weeks into the early semester. Baekhyun really enjoyed his class with Chanyeol though, always amazed at just how talented his best friend was. He was better than most of the Music majors and Baekhyun always laughed when the girls piled up next to the tall boy and asked him what he was studying.
“Oh, Engineering.” Chanyeol would laugh when the girls gasped loudly and asked how he had time to study music on the side.
Admittedly, it was a weird combination but Chanyeol seemed to work it well, always on top of his subjects no matter what. He had an interest in Sound Engineering and that was what he wanted to do, eager to learn more about acoustics. He even helped Baekhyun with his Music Production subject, teaching him what he knew about the finer aspects of mixing and mastering, all the technical EQ-ing that involved weird Sine curves and Saw curves Baekhyun thought he left behind in school.
Chanyeol’s relationship with Dara was going strong and surprisingly Baekhyun was a little jealous. It wasn’t that he was jealous of Dara, knowing that Chanyeol loved him the most. However, it was more to do with the fact that Dara had recently been trying to pull Chanyeol’s attention away from Baekhyun.
The tall boy had no clue this was happening, because the guy was probably the most oblivious dude in the world. Baekhyun could, of course, see it clearly.
He had first noticed it when he met up with the two, third wheeling on a special food date.
All he was doing was acting normal, arms around Chanyeol’s side, fingers wrapped around a muscled bicep. Chanyeol was draped over him as they walked, laughing brightly and ruffling Baekhyun’s hair. Just the typical stuff.
It was then that Baekhyun realised he wasn’t the one third wheeling, Dara was.
When he eventually looked towards the second person he was with, the expression on her face indicated that she wasn’t happy. It made Baekhyun feel both good and bad at the same time. Good, because he was stealing Chanyeol’s attention away. Bad, because Dara was angry. As possessive as he was, he didn’t want Chanyeol’s relationship with this girl to end so quickly. They seemed to suit each other well, or at least, well enough. They were no Baekhyun and Chanyeol but then again, no one ever was.
Since then Dara had been a little weird around Baekhyun. A little short-worded. A little snappish. Baekhyun took it easily, knowing that he did take up a lot of Chanyeol’s time. It probably wasn’t nice to have a boyfriend that always hung around another man. And kissed another man. But that was another story.
*~*
Things only really went to shit one day when Baekhyun had unexpectedly visited Chanyeol at his house.
He knew his friend didn’t have class on Wednesdays and decided to pop over after his last tutorial, ready to raid his pantry and maybe play a little on his playstation. To say he was surprised when Dara had opened the door was an understatement, not expecting to see the older girl there.
“Oh!” Baekhyun had exclaimed, standing a little straighter.
He didn’t realise Dara visited Chanyeol at his house. But that was a stupid thought. They had been dating for a few months, why wouldn’t she visit him at his house? But if she visited him, then they did things together, right? They must do other things besides kissing.
Why did that make Baekhyun’s stomach churn slightly? Must’ve been the eggs he had for brunch. He had a feeling they weren’t cooked properly.
“What?” Dara didn’t look very happy seeing him standing there. She had seemed a little agitated as soon as she opened the door though. Seeing Baekhyun probably didn’t help anything.
“Oh, is Chanyeol-well,” Baekhyun let out a little laugh. “Of course he’s home.”
“Who is it?” Chanyeol yelled out, sounding a little annoyed. He walked around the corner, eyes widening happily when he caught the sight of Baekhyun. “Hey! I thought you had a Music Prod assignment to finish?”
“Kyungsoo helped me,” Baekhyun smiled, moving past Dara whose arms were crossed unhappily. “I didn’t realise you had company though, I can leave.”
The other looked a little frazzled, black hair messy. He was wearing a hoodie and jean shorts, typical Chanyeol clothing. Handsome, as always.
“Oh no!” Chanyeol shook his head suddenly. Moving over, he quickly grabbed Baekhyun’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen. “Yoora baked some of her cookies.”
Chanyeol’s palm felt rough with callouses but Baekhyun quickly tugged his fingers away, feeling Dara’s hot gaze practically incinerate him from behind.
“Oh,” Baekhyun smiled as Chanyeol quickly moved to open his Tupperware filled with Yoora’s special cookies. “That’s okay, Babe. I’ll get some next time.”
“Babe?” Dara interrupted, looking weirdly between Baekhyun and Chanyeol. “Did you just call him babe?”
“Huh?” Baekhyun responded, turning around to face the older girl. She looked upset, glancing between Baekhyun and Chanyeol.
“Dara…” Chanyeol had stopped opening the cookie box, voice a little exasperated. “It’s not what you-”
“So,” her voice was icy. “This is why you told me not to call you that.”
She was positively infuriated. Her hip was resting on the kitchen table, arms crossed. Pretty long hair framed her face, but the expression she was sending Chanyeol was terrifying. Baekhyun kind of wanted to run away.
“You already have your boyfriend calling you that.”
Baekhyun tried to interrupt, “No, he’s just... You know the movie? Babe?”
“What a lousy excuse,” Dara’s glare had turned towards Baekhyun now and the small male shivered in fear. “I see how you drape yourself all over him when I’m there. You’re trying to ward me off.”
Baekhyun cleared his throat, trying to alleviate all the weird tension that was brewing. Dara looked extremely pissed off, hands clenched together at the sides of her waist. This must’ve been what they were arguing about beforehand.
“I’m not trying to ward off any-”
“You’re his little bitch!” Dara spat at him, sending him a look that made Baekhyun feel like he was worthless.
“Excuse me?” Baekhyun responded, eyebrows furrowing. He felt mildly insulted by Dara’s comment, and he walked closer towards the girl, eyeing her down. “What have I ever done to you?”
She looked shocked that she had said the words, and her face turned somewhat sorrowful.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that.”
Her voice was soft and Baekhyun’s steel hard gaze waned.
“It’s okay,” Baekhyun gave her a little encouraging smile. “What’s wrong, though?”
Her breathing sped up a little, hands suddenly flying towards her face. Little tears began to appear in the creases of her eyes and Baekhyun gently shh’d her.
“Hey, hey.”
Somewhat forgetting about Chanyeol who was standing awkwardly in the kitchen, Baekhyun moved towards Dara, reaching out to rub her back comfortingly. He hoped he wasn’t overstepping his boundaries by doing this. As such, he let out a surprised gasp when Dara grabbed him and started crying softly into his neck.
“I’m just. You’re-you’re all… he ever wants,” she hiccuped slightly, wet tears flowing down the side of Baekhyun’s neck. “I’m nothing compared to you.”
Reaching over to truly hug the other, Baekhyun calmed her down as best as he could.
She continued to cry for a while longer and Baekhyun stared at Chanyeol, eye-telling him to get out of the room. He silently complied, leaving as Baekhyun consoled Dara, soothing her by saying that it was going to be okay. She disagreed with him, asking if she could talk with Chanyeol in private.
When she left the house, sending Baekhyun one last thankful but heartbroken glance, Baekhyun let out a huge sigh.
“She broke up with me.”
Baekhyun turned towards Chanyeol. His friend didn’t look particularly devastated, more confused than anything and Baekhyun felt his chest cave slightly inwards. He was getting old.
“I’m sorry, Babe.”
Chanyeol didn’t respond for a little while, and Baekhyun shuffled towards his frozen figure, gently pressing his head into the tall boy’s chest. It took a few seconds but Chanyeol eventually wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight.
“Oh well,” Chanyeol let out a big sigh as he tightened his grip one last time. “At least she didn’t find out about the kissing.”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes, turning his face into a muscled chest and pressing a kiss there.
“Dumbo.”
*~*
Chanyeol was a little down for a while but after a lot of coercing, he was back to his former high spirits. The girls in their music class had seemed rather interested at the idea of Chanyeol being back on the market, but Baekhyun quickly shooed them all away. His best friend was only just getting over the fact that he was dumped. No way was he going to let another girl come rushing in while he was still down on the ground.
They started to kiss each other again. Baekhyun had begun to feel a little guilty kissing Chanyeol when he was with Dara. He wasn't sure why he felt guilty, knowing there weren't any romantic feelings behind the kisses. Nonetheless, he had toned down a lot. Now that Chanyeol was a free man though, Baekhyun found himself coming back, lips eagerly pressing all over his best friend.
It was so nice to kiss Chanyeol again and Baekhyun prayed the other wasn’t going to find a new girlfriend any time soon.
However, because of the breakup, Chanyeol’s engineering marks had gone down slightly. He wasn’t feeling the content and Baekhyun quickly pushed him to join a study group. Chanyeol was an engineering-brained guy and the fact that he wasn’t absorbing the material indicated that something was wrong.
Luckily he seemed to enjoy his study group sessions, energetically telling Baekhyun about this boy named Sehun and how he made the time really enjoyable. Baekhyun just patted the other on the head, happy that he was enjoying his class. When his marks started improving, Baekhyun was thankful.
Everything was back on track.
*~*
It was nearing the end of their first year of university when Baekhyun had started to become unsure about his feelings for Chanyeol.
They were still kissing like always. Soft touches that grew to become medium kisses which lengthened and eventually became full blown makeout sessions. More often than not, Baekhyun found himself in Chanyeol’s lap, desperately clawing at his best friend’s hair as he devoured the younger boy’s mouth, chest, cock.
That was a recent development if there was ever one.
He had always gotten hard whenever they made out, but during one session Chanyeol had swiped a wayward palm past Baekhyun’s growing erection. He didn’t move past it like they always did, no, he had stopped. And stared.
“Do you… want me to take care of that?” Chanyeol asked breathlessly.
All Baekhyun could do was watch him with wide eyes, nodding his head after a few seconds of no-brained thinking.
The handjob was fast and slippery, a little on the awkward side of things. It was obvious that Chanyeol had never done this to another male before, his grip lax and slightly unsure. He kissed Baekhyun’s neck and nipples, tongue languidly swirling around the rosy bud. It was the sight of Chanyeol taking care of him so thoroughly that got Baekhyun off.
He quickly returned the favour, lithe fingers toying with the tip of Chanyeol’s cock, absentmindedly admiring the pretty pink head.
“When did you get circumcised?” He asked curiously, almost enraptured at the sight of de-hooded cock.
Chanyeol had blushed slightly before he mumbled.
“Dara liked cut guys.”
Baekhyun hummed, fingers flexing around the base of Chanyeol’s cock, tugging slightly at his balls. Chanyeol let out a hoarse moan.
“Well it looks good.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, babe.”
They talked about it a little afterwards, both accepting the fact that it was just a helpful bro job. Friends did that, didn’t they? A little helping in times of trouble. Both of them were two horny males, they needed release once in a while. And if they were willing to help each other, why shouldn’t they?
After that, Baekhyun had found himself dick in mouth, more often than not. He was giving Chanyeol blowjobs almost as often as he kissed him. And that in itself, was a hell of a lot.
It really didn’t take long before he found out that hey, he kinda liked the feeling of cock in his mouth. Chanyeol’s in particular. And if the way Chanyeol moaned and gripped at his hair said anything, Baekhyun would say that he was pretty good at it.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol swore, fingers tugging Baekhyun’s brown locks.
It was their movie night and they were in the middle of watching some action thriller that Baekhyun clearly wasn’t paying enough attention to. As soon as he saw Chanyeol walk into the room in his black tank top, he had felt the lingering feelings of lust tangle together inside of him.
The other had recently been working on exercising, paying special attention to his biceps and abs. Baekhyun was happily enjoying the improvement, eyeing the hardened muscle in appreciation.
It didn’t take long before he was seated in Chanyeol’s lap, ass grinding rather lewdly into the other’s growing erection.
“Baekhyun, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol moaned, head hitting the back of the sofa. “Baek, fuuucck.”
The man in question kept sucking, delicate fingers stroking at the base and fondling the pair of balls that sat below. He released Chanyeol’s cock with a loud pop, licking his lips sensually.
He pushed his face towards Chanyeol’s cock, letting the wet thickness brush harshly against his cheek and mouth. He watched with intent eyes as Chanyeol swore once again, grabbing himself and pressing even further into the side of Baekhyun’s cheek.
Baekhyun had found out about Chanyeol’s like for pressing his cock against Baekhyun's face the third time he sucked the other off. He had asked him about the fetish afterwards, wondering what he liked about it.
“It’s like…” Chanyeol took his time trying to explain. “It’s just really hot when my cock’s against your face and you’re nuzzling into it.”
Baekhyun had just shrugged, accepting it as one of Chanyeol’s kinks, always trying to add it to his routine whenever he decided to go down on the other.
After that, it really only took a few more strokes and a quick lick of the head before Chanyeol was cumming, white hot liquid spurting from the tip and onto the plains of Baekhyun’s cheeks and mouth.
There was a brief period of silence as Chanyeol rested his head against the couch, body drained from the intensive workout. Baekhyun crawled onto his lap, face still sticky with cum.
“Lemme clean you up,” Chanyeol muttered, eyes still closed. His cock was still out, now soft and wet, resting delicately against his hip.
Baekhyun laughed a little, patting Chanyeol’s worn out cheek, letting his fingers graze at and under his jaw.
“That’s okay, babe.”
part two