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Lesson 3: 3rd base and home

“Hey, Baek.”

Baekhyun glanced up. “You’re not going to run away with me and try to get me to return the favor, are you?”

Chanyeol smiled. “Of course not,” he sang, throwing a long leg over the bench and sitting down next to him. He placed his hand in his hair and quickly ruffled it. “You didn’t post anything new yesterday.”

Baekhyun sighed, deflating. He hadn’t. He hadn’t written anything. He couldn’t even begin to write anything. It was kind of hard waking up in your bedroom after being carried home by the guy you’ve consistently fallen head over heels for over the past year, acting like a total embarrassment, and then trying to get your dick back up to thoughts of him without remembering the scene. Baekhyun wanted to hide under his blankets and suffocate. In fact, part of him thought it was a dream until he went downstairs, met by his mom asking why he was at school so late and why a random man was carrying him home.

At least a dream would have saved him the embarrassment.

He could only cringe as he imagined when his mom would ask if Chanyeol wanted to stay over for dinner, and he’d refuse with a crude “No thanks, I still have the taste of your son’s cum on my lips.”

Baekhyun inwardly groaned. And through it all, Chanyeol was still thinking of him as his pure, innocent, kid brother.

Sex was easier to write. Feelings were easier on paper. He looked away from Chanyeol.

“Nah.”

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to get something out. He had sat there, staring at the blinking cursor in the top left corner of a blank document, waiting for inspiration to strike. But it didn’t. He had as much inspiration as he’d never need with the memory of Chanyeol’s beautiful, thick cock, Chanyeol’s wet tongue on the inside of his thighs, his warm mouth around his dick, those moans - he thought he’d be set for life.

But he felt empty. Drained.

Chanyeol laughed softly. “From the way you write online, I’d think you were a sex god or something.” He tapped Baekhyun’s nose softly. “Just trapped in a virgin’s body without the experience to prove it.”

Baekhyun turned away from Chanyeol, folding his hands between his thighs and staring down to his lap, biting his lip. Sure, he knew all the ways around the positions and kinks and words on paper, but when it came to Chanyeol actually touching him… He closed his eyes and leaned onto the desk, sighing hard against it.

He wanted cry.

Chanyeol must have noticed his discomfort, because he looked down to him for a second before leaning back and softly setting one hand on top of Baekhyun’s thigh and giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Really, Baekhyun. It’s okay.”

Baekhyun’s body gave a small shudder as he heaved a sigh. He kept saying that, but it wasn’t okay. Chanyeol hadn’t wanted it to end, and if Baekhyun wasn’t so lost in his feelings, it probably wouldn’t have. But intercourse to Chanyeol was just the act, while Baekhyun was losing himself in how lovely Chanyeol was, and he was just being smothered by his emotions. Baekhyun was so in love with him, and Chanyeol could easily get up and find someone else to stick his dick into, and he wouldn’t think twice about it. He was Park Chanyeol after all, and he was just lonely little Byun Baekhyun. He was small, he was a kid, he wasn’t ‘experienced.’ Baekhyun was truly giving Chanyeol all of him, yet Chanyeol was just ‘messing around,’ and that love mark from days ago meant nothing to him.

He meant nothing to him.

It wasn’t okay.

Chanyeol could make him happy, he could make him feel loved, and he took him for a ride in his car for hours on one of the best trips Baekhyun had ever been on. He helped him with his homework, he took his first kiss… but Baekhyun had nothing to give back to him.

He wanted to love him. To please him. Satisfy him. He wanted to be to him what he is to Baekhyun. And he couldn’t even do that.

He wanted to give him love.

Chanyeol doesn’t want love.

“I want to…” Baekhyun began, and Chanyeol looked over to him innocently, but he paused, biting his tongue.

“You don’t need to do anything,” Chanyeol said slowly, attempting to guess what was going on in Baekhyun’s mind, but the brunette just curled into his position more, his face still looking just as guilty and hesitant as he had when Chanyeol first sat down. And although he knew Chanyeol was trying to help, Baekhyun couldn’t help but feel worse, especially for getting Chanyeol caught in this awkward place.

“I’m sorry,” Baekhyun said, uncurling from his position and standing, bowing politely to Chanyeol and shuffling away, leaving him behind without an explanation, before he could embarrass himself, before he could find a way to mess up again.

Saying he was steering clear of Chanyeol the next day would be technically incorrect; they didn’t happen to run into each other, but Baekhyun wasn’t complaining about it. He was too afraid that he had made the atmosphere between them too strange over the last couple of days, and approaching Chanyeol first to talk about it wasn’t something he planned to do. Perhaps spending time away from each other would be nice, he mused, shivering at the thought of the platinum-haired senior. But not seeing him would also be fairly difficult, as it was Chanyeol who made him smile every day, and it was thoughts of Chanyeol that made getting through the day a little bit easier, and it was Chanyeol that was always in his mind, and Chanyeol was essentially his muse, after all. How could he have messed up with someone so important to him?

Baekhyun slammed his forehead against his desk and let out a whine. And now he didn’t even have the balls to talk to him. Useless. He let out a sigh and figured he’d just wait until Chanyeol was ready to approach him first.

And that was exactly what he did as their paths crossed in the hallway between classes, but instead of making conversation, Chanyeol simply slipped a piece of paper into Baekhyun’s back pocket as he walked past him.

Baekhyun froze at the touch of Chanyeol’s hand and squeaked softly as Chanyeol pinched his ass. He glanced up to Chanyeol. “What’s this?”

“Directions to my house,” Chanyeol whispered against his ear as he drew his hand out of his pocket, and Baekhyun could already feel that cold chill coming back. “Maybe you should come by on Saturday.”

Baekhyun swallowed hard, staring up to Chanyeol, eyes wide, lips parted in disbelief. What.

He nodded to his chemistry notebook. “I’ll help you out with chemistry, yeah?” Chanyeol gave him a cute smile as he squeezed his shoulder. “Let’s study well together, okay, Byun?”

Park Chanyeol. Saturday. Study. Three words that couldn’t be said in the same breath without the words “not” or “sex” implied. Baekhyun’s legs quivered as he nodded, hugging his chemistry book to his chest as Chanyeol gave a soft pat to his ass that made Baekhyun squeak as he waved over his shoulder and walked away, his long legs helping him catch up to Jongin as he slung an arm around his friend’s shoulder.

And perhaps that was how he had found himself lying naked on Chanyeol’s floor the next day, dick wrapped once again in his large, rough hands as Chanyeol panted down to him. Lips swollen with Chanyeol’s ravenous kisses, dizzy from the excitement, and his eyes locked onto the hungry lust burning in Chanyeol’s eyes.

Baekhyun gulped as he stared up to the senior. Chanyeol was an expert at making situations escalate quickly.

Baekhyun had been welcomed into the house with Chanyeol’s large smile, his messy hair and wide eyes greeting him as he opened the door. Chanyeol was wearing a loose, white shirt and a pair of baggy pants. Clothes that would be easy to take off. Baekhyun’s jaw clenched. He looked so good though, he didn’t know how he’d handle this.

But he had been mentally preparing himself for this. He took in a deep breath. You can do it, Baek.

He stepped inside tentatively, his book pressed hard against his chest. “Your parents?”

“Ah, they’re not here right now,” Chanyeol mumbled with a soft laugh as he closed the door and walked behind him. “That shouldn’t be a problem, should it?”

A problem, no. A recipe for disaster, Yes.

Baekhyun walked into the house hesitantly, wondering why he had come at all knowing how this would end, and it wasn’t until he was situated at the coffee table with his notes spread around him and Chanyeol was adjusting those gold frames on his face that it even occurred to him that maybe he was wrong and sex wasn’t the only thing that was ever on his mind, and perhaps he actually was doing this out of the goodness of his heart.... if a butt like Park Chanyeol actually had any ‘goodness’ in that black hole in his chest.

“Would you like something to drink?” Chanyeol asked, eyes wide and smile too innocent, and in that one second, it was like Baekhyun was tricked into thinking that perhaps Chanyeol actually would help him out with his chemistry homework that they both knew all too well Baekhyun didn’t actually need any help with. But with his hair tied up in a small ponytail on top of his head, bangs finally out of his eyes, and his specs that made him look like one of those hot, sexy college professors in cheesy porn just anticipating the part where he’d have his cheap, button-up shirt ripped off, Baekhyun was finding it harder to say no.

Chanyeol was actually rather helpful with a few of Baekhyun’s problem areas, and he made a delicious snack that had Baekhyun begging for more and to come over more often (which had Chanyeol chuckling and ruffling his hair, saying if he was a good boy, then he’d let him have all he wanted), and Baekhyun was more than pleasantly surprised (although maybe a little bit disappointed) that Chanyeol had been acting rather natural and calm around him, their shirts were still on, and the only problem with the situation was that Baekhyun’s leg was falling asleep, like he was getting a little too complacent, and the sexual tension in the air was thick enough to choke on, and if Chanyeol didn’t do anything about it soon, Baekhyun probably would. But it was when just a few minutes of studying passed, Chanyeol smoothly rested one of his hands on Baekhyun’s pants and slowly rubbed the inside of his thigh like it was perfectly normal, affectionate even, as he whispered, “Lesson three. Do you know what entropy is, Baekhyun?”

Baekhyun gulped, pencil shaking in his fingers as he raised his hand to adjust his glasses. And so it began. “A system’s, uh... disorder.”

“Good boy,” Chanyeol mewls, fingers dangerously approaching the bulge in Baekhyun’s pants, softly trailing along the denim enough for Baekhyun’s breath to hitch at the faintest touch of his tutor’s fingers. “And the decline into disorder,” he whispered, flirty fingers unzipping his jeans and slipping underneath his boxers, “is the amount of which something comes undone.” Baekhyun bit his lip and squeezed his eyes closed, trying to stifle a moan that slipped out of his lips as his cock hardened in Chanyeol’s hand, not even trying to fight it anymore as he began his own descent. “A system’s entropy can be varied by outside factors. Speed. Heat. Pressure. Or friction.” Baekhyun let a whimper escape his lips as Chanyeol’s hand tightened and sped up. “Like an ice cube…” Chanyeol leaned in to whisper into his ear, hot breath against his skin, his tongue trailing up the outer shell as he finished, “...melting…” He chuckled as he slowly pulled away. “With some work, a perfectly still system could become a moaning, writhing mess until you…”

Baekhyun leaned back with a moan, slowly opening his eyes and looking up to Chanyeol like he was already melting in his hands, his lips parted so softly to release soft pants of air, and his half-lidded eyes focused on him, almost as if asking “Please, Chanyeol, wreck me.”

Hand stilling in his pants, Chanyeol did nothing but stare back, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, the word “release” stuck on the tips of his lips, his face barely a few inches away from Baekhyun’s, his cheeks still flushed a beautiful pink as he panted hot breaths of air. Chanyeol jumped, shoving back the table as he lunged at him to capture his lips, pushing the brunette onto the floor with a gasp as he moaned into his mouth, his tongue exploring his lips and the inside of his mouth as Baekhyun tugged him closer.

Baekhyun’s back flattened on the floor as Chanyeol threw his leg over his petite body and rolled his hips down against the brunette on the floor underneath him, drawing away only to quickly tug his shirt over his head and throw it behind him. He leaned down to draw his fingers up Baekhyun’s shirt, the thin cotton bunching as he lifted it over his head and dropped it to the floor, leaning back down to take Baekhyun’s lips between his own.

Baekhyun felt fire shoot through him as Chanyeol left ravenous kisses down a trail along his body, from his jawline to his neck, his collarbones, his nipples, his bellybutton. Chanyeol panted against his hot skin as he shoved his hand back under Baekhyun’s waistband, thick fingers around his tight cock, and pumped it fast.

Their eyes met in silent agreement as Baekhyun moaned, his eyelids closing as Chanyeol noticed that familiar look of satisfaction on his face like he was about to come, and then Chanyeol’s hand stopped. He smirked down to him devilishly as Baekhyun looked up, grunting in frustration.

“Don’t stop, keep…”

Chanyeol cut him off with a kiss, mumbling huskily into his mouth, “Not yet.”

By then, he’s kissing again, tugging and pulling again, making Baekhyun hot and dizzy again, his lips busily sucking at his neck as his fingers played dangerously close to his crotch, slowly tugging his pants and boxers down his legs, exposing his skin. Chanyeol lowered his lips to the base of his thighs and nipped at the skin, and Baekhyun’s fingers weaved their way into Chanyeol’s soft, white hair, and everything just felt so good, Baekhyun couldn’t tell if this was heavenly or absolutely sinful.

“Have I told you,” Chanyeol mumbled, breath hot and lips wet on the sensitive skin, “how much I love your thighs?”

Baekhyun shook his head and Chanyeol pressed his tongue against it with a moan, and Baekhyun’s fingers tightened in his hair. “They’re delicious,” Chanyeol mumbled, licking at his lips as he whispered, “You’re delicious,” and curled his hand around Baekhyun’s cock before kissing him.

Baekhyun moaned into Chanyeol’s mouth and felt like he couldn’t breathe from the way his chest tightened. He swallowed thickly as Chanyeol pulled away and he watched Chanyeol take off his pants, his dick hard and stiff in the air. Baekhyun licked his lips. He wanted it inside of him, fuck he wanted it inside of him. Chanyeol smirked down to him, pinning back him against the floor.

Chanyeol chuckled, drawing his hands down Baekhyun’s chest. “You want me to make this vanilla, or should I fuck you like you write in those stories, you naughty little boy.”

“Fuck me, Yeol, please,” Baekhyun begged messily, jerking his hips up toward him.

Chanyeol hummed as he grinded their cocks against each other’s, blindly reaching behind him for a bottle of lube he was sure he had set out earlier.

“Finally gonna let me in, are you?” he asked, and Baekhyun nodded quickly, veins prominent on the side of his neck.

“I’ve been waiting,” Chanyeol said and leaned down to nip at his ear, tugging down his earlobe as he whispered, “Fuck, I wanted this so badly.”

Baekhyun only managed to gasp at the sound of Chanyeol’s husky voice as he writhed against the floor because fuck he really wanted this too.

Chanyeol licked at his lips, circling a lubed finger around Baekhyun’s pink, puckered hole. Baekhyun held his breath and Chanyeol lowered his head to nip at his neck as he slowly pushed his finger inside.

Baekhyun moaned loudly, clawing at the floor at the feel of his finger and the way it shoved into him and he stretched around it, his finger foreign and strange, but the pain shooting up his body slowly faded. Chanyeol waited for Baekhyun to calm before he gave a soft grunt, and suddenly two of Chanyeol’s fingers were in him and he felt like he was on fire, and it all dissipated into sharp electric shocks that danced down his spine as Chanyeol kissed him, swallowing the pained moans from the brunette’s lips as he massaged his ass.

Baekhyun has fingered himself before, multiple times in fact, but Chanyeol’s fingers are so rough and thick as they curl inside of him, and Baekhyun’s just so mesmerized by Chanyeol’s eyes and his hands and the little sounds that he makes, and it hits him that this is Chanyeol he’s doing this with. It’s Chanyeol who has his fingers in his ass, and it’s Chanyeol who called him over specifically to do this with. Baekhyun’s arms curled around Chanyeol’s back, legs trembling as Chanyeol quickly pumped his fingers in the tight hole and Baekhyun released his lips with a gasp, panting against the floor.

Chanyeol stared down to him for a few seconds before slowly pushing in a third finger, and Baekhyun clung to him, whimpering as he stretched the tight ring of muscle and his body accommodated the intrusion, his fingers clawing at his sweaty back, gasping against Chanyeol’s hot skin.

Chanyeol’s lips are pressed onto his once more, drawing Baekhyun’s focus to how soft and full and wonderful his lips are instead of the quick, needy push and pull of Chanyeol’s fingers. Baekhyun moaned and shifted his hips impatiently because his fingers felt so good, he just wanted Chanyeol inside of him already, and he barely noticed Chanyeol nibble affectionately on his lip or the way he broke the kiss and panted down to him, lust evident in his dark eyes. He quickly pulled his fingers out and smacked Baekhyun’s thigh.

“Get up, all fours,” he commanded, looking back over his shoulder for the lube.

Baekhyun scrambled on the floor, trying to make his legs that had turned to jelly work, as Chanyeol popped open the lube and turned back toward Baekhyun.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” Chanyeol groaned, setting down the lube to smack Baekhyun’s ass, and the brunette let out a whimper. Chanyeol squeezed the flesh with an appreciative moan. “Don’t hold back, Byun, there’s no one that’s going to hear you this time,” he mumbled as he smacked it again, and Baekhyun let out a loud, breathy moan. “That’s so nice,” Chanyeol said, leaning down to press a kiss to the red area, quickly drawing a circle around Baekhyun’s hole with his tongue and swiping up it when Baekhyun moaned, legs trembling as he almost collapsed.

“Oh, you like that?” he teased, spreading Baekhyun’s cheeks and flattening his hot, wet tongue along the hole, slowly drawing a thick stripe up it as Baekhyun cried out. A smirk formed on Chanyeol’s lips as he moaned softly, running circles around the rim before pulling away.

Baekhyun panted as Chanyeol gripped him by the waist and pressed his cock against his ass, rubbing it up and down the crack.

“Do you want this, Baekhyun?” He asked breathily, and Baekhyun or anyone would be completely out of their mind if they said no to something as appealing as Chanyeol’s cock, slick and hot as it slipped between Baekhyun’s cheeks, and the brunette let out a long moan, unable to form the words with his lips.

“Yeah, you wanna be fucked hard by your tutor, huh? You wanna fuck your professor?”

“Yes, please,” Baekhyun cried, squirming underneath Chanyeol’s body.

Chanyeol hummed and licked his lips, squeezing Baekhyun’s ass. “Beg me harder, babe.”

Baekhyun moaned, his head too fuzzy to think of anything other than how much he wanted Chanyeol inside of him, and his hand curled around his cock as he gasped.

“Please,” he choked out breathlessly, his legs trembling, “Please, Chanyeol, just...”

Chanyeol’s voice was dark as he slapped Baekhyun’s hand away from his own cock. “Honorifics, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun let his head droop as he pushed back against Chanyeol’s cock, throbbing against his asshole, and he wished Chanyeol would stop playing around and teasing him and just shove into him already. “Chanyeol… hyung.”

A smirk crossed Chanyeol’s face. “Tell hyung what you want. What do you want from your tutor?”

“I want your cock…” His tongue licked at the corner of his lips as his mouth formed the words, too hot and needy to be blushing in embarrassment like the first time, “...inside of me.” Baekhyun moaned loudly, his body aching for release. “Make me scream, hyung, fuck me hard against the floor, please,” he stressed, gasping as Chanyeol tightened his hands on his hips, and Baekhyun stilled as Chanyeol pulled him back toward him, leaning over his back.

“Dirty little boy,” Chanyeol chuckled breathily, his hot breath gliding over his skin, and anxious little goosebumps begin to tingle in its wake. “Let your tutor teach you how to feel good.”

“Please,” Baekhyun whimpered out as Chanyeol coated his cock with lube and slathered more into Baekhyun’s stretched hole.

Baekhyun could feel the tip poking at his entrance, and he moaned when it squeezed into him, harmonious to Chanyeol’s groan as he slipped it into the hole, his cock throbbing as it entered Baekhyun, and it was so thick inside of him, so tight as he clenched around it, until he was fully sheathed in Baekhyun’s ass.

Baekhyun panted harshly, getting accustomed to the feeling of having someone’s dick shoved up his ass. Chanyeol was finally in him. Finally. He clenched, he rolled his hips, he let himself adjust to Chanyeol’s size, slowly forcing himself to get used to the the burn buzzing uncomfortably at the base of his spine.

“You good, babe?” Chanyeol asked, hands rubbing at Baekhyun’s hips, and the brunette took in another gasp of air before he nodded quickly. Chanyeol chuckled. “You’re gonna like this,” he said as he slowly pulled out before slamming back into him, drawing a loud scream from Baekhyun’s lips.

It hurt, but it hurt it such a fucking good way, he didn’t even notice his lips forming the word “More!” until it rolled off his tongue.

Chanyeol’s hands tightened on his body as he thrust in again, and Baekhyun answered every hard thrust with a “Fuck,” or a “Yes!” or a long moan, his voice catching the waves as Chanyeol sped up and rocked him along with the motions.

“More, fuck, Chanyeol, harder, please!”

“You’re so nice and tight,” Chanyeol groaned, “Baek, you feel so good, fuck, so good.” The sweet sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with their pants and moans, chemistry homework and dignity forgotten as they banged on the floor.

Shifting his hips back against Chanyeol with a shameless moan, Baekhyun squeezed his eyes closed, matching Chanyeol’s pace, rolling his hips as Chanyeol thrust in harder and deeper. His legs slowly gave out underneath him as Chanyeol pounded into him from behind, and he slid down, sprawling out on the floor and Chanyeol lay on top of his back, still thrusting into his tight, little hole as Baekhyun bumped into the cold floor underneath him, his body weak as air escaped his lips, and Chanyeol moaned on top of him, his cock easily slipping in and out, deeper and harder, hitting a spot that made Baekhyun moan louder, a pleasant pain filling his body, fingers clawing at the floor as he shifts his hips back for him to hit it again.

Chanyeol chuckled, asking “Did you like that?” as he slightly adjusted his position, hands tightening on his waist as he hits the same spot, grinning greedily with every loud moan that the little brunette made.

And Baekhyun’s head is hot and hazy, panting and moaning against the floor, so hot and sticky with sweat as the scent of dirty sex fills the air, and nothing feels better, nothing sounds more appealing than Chanyeol groaning and the loud sound of Chanyeol’s skin slapping his skin.

And it’s better than his dreams, and it’s better than his stories. Chanyeol’s hot body on top of him, Chanyeol’s thick cock inside of him, Chanyeol’s rough fingers gripping him, and Baekhyun’s never felt more pleasure building up inside of him.

“Hold on... fuck,” Chanyeol grunted, pulling out of Baekhyun, and the brunette lay whining and panting on the floor until Chanyeol flipped him over, gripping Baekhyun’s legs and spreading them wide, and Baekhyun almost instinctively reached down to cover himself as Chanyeol tugged him back toward him and lifted his legs until his ankles rest on Chanyeol’s shoulders and the senior dug his fingers into Baekhyun’s waist as he slipped back into him and began thrusting in harder and faster, rocking a loudly moaning Baekhyun with his motions.

Baekhyun clenched around Chanyeol’s slick cock, nails digging into Chanyeol’s sweaty back as his deep moans filled his ears, until Chanyeol curled his hand around Baekhyun’s shaft, pumping it quickly as Baekhyun squirmed from the build up of heat and pleasure, and he released against his chest in thick white ribbons.

Chanyeol chuckled and flipped his hair out of his eyes. “Good boy,” he cooed, lowering his hand to grip Baekhyun’s hips, “just a little bit longer, okay?” Chanyeol grunted as he sped up, and Baekhyun watched Chanyeol’s face through his hazy vision as he was dragged along the cool tile with the rhythms of the slaps of skin and low moans of delight escaping his lips, and Chanyeol curled over Baekhyun and took his lips into his, biting on his lower lip as he thrust deeply into the small brunette, before letting go with a harsh gasp of air.

Baekhyun moaned at the strange sensation of being filled, rocked by Chanyeol’s motions as he rode out his orgasm, and he looked up to Chanyeol as he slowed, trying to save the picture of his face so pleasantly twisted, sweat glistening down the curve of his cheeks, wet silver hair darkened with sweat, stuck to his forehead.

Chanyeol’s always been hot before, but like this, he thinks he’s beautiful.

Baekhyun let a soft giggle slip out of his mouth as Chanyeol’s eyes opened, and he looked down to him, a questioning look in his eyes. Chanyeol pulled out slowly and looked down to the cum leaking out of his hole and he belatedly realized that in the heat of the moment, both of them forgot about putting on the condom that was still somewhere over by the couch where Chanyeol had placed it and planned to fuck the boy, but Baekhyun being so irresistible that he’d just push him onto the floor, was not part of the original plan.

“The condom,” Chanyeol said distractedly as he looked back up to Baekhyun, his eyes still curved into happy half crescents as he wrapped his arms around Chanyeol’s neck and drew him toward him slightly, implying that he didn’t really mind, and Chanyeol let out a sigh as he collapsed on top of Baekhyun, arms encircling his small body as he pressed a kiss to his neck, and they lay there, huddled together, sticky and hot against each other and their breaths slowed down until Baekhyun fell asleep in Chanyeol’s embrace.

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In the next story Baekhyun writes, his sex partner is wearing glasses, and they get dirty, hot, and sticky on the cold, tile floor.

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Baekhyun is limping on Sunday, a tired, happy smile hanging loosely on his lips, and he can’t make up an excuse when his mom asks what’s wrong with him, so he just laughs and shakes his head, a simple “It’s nothing,” slipping out of his lips as he returns to his room, post euphoric sex glow still bright on his face as he sprawls out on his bed. With a drunken giggle, Baekhyun presses his palm to his crotch and moans, imagining that it’s the Chanyeol from Saturday doing the same thing, but nothing feels the same as Chanyeol’s. Chanyeol’s hands. Chanyeol’s cock. Chanyeol’s moans.

Paper and his imagination weren’t enough anymore.

Monday couldn’t have come any slower, and Baekhyun was nearly vibrating in anticipation to see Chanyeol again. And when he came into his view, Baekhyun gasped, his glasses nearly falling from his face. Chanyeol was just there, standing by his locker, white t-shirt clinging to his body and hugging his chest so perfectly, his jeans tight around his waist, and he ran his thick hand through his hair and flipped those gorgeous silver tresses back and dear lord, is he sparkling like the main character of all the shoujo mangas that Baekhyun definitely doesn’t read? Baekhyun tried to regain his breath as he stared at him from behind the wall, watching him be all perfect and shit, but this was the same man that was sweating, naked on top of him less than 48 hours ago standing there like he was the prince of fucking Genovia, and someone hold Baekhyun, he might faint.

He gave himself a small pep-talk, and as he shyly approached Chanyeol, the senior looked down to him from his locker with a frown.

Baekhyun couldn’t meet his eyes. “H-hey, Chanyeol,” he mumbled pushing up his glasses nervously.

Chanyeol raised an eyebrow leaning against the row of lockers with a bored look. “What do you want?”

Baekhyun twiddled his fingers nervously, playing with the hem of his shirt. He felt incredibly inadequate, despite spending all of Sunday choosing this flawless outfit that would have Chanyeol drooling over him again, but Chanyeol was just there in a casual t-shirt and jeans and god he was so hot. Being in his presence made Baekhyun’s throat dry and he could swear he was burning. He could actually feel himself sweating nervously, just waiting to burst into flame. “I think I left my chemistry book at your house on Saturday...”

“Oh,” Chanyeol sighed, looking into his locker and rummaging around for something, and Baekhyun just watched, hoping that perhaps Chanyeol had left it at home and ask him to come over again and perhaps... just maybe, he’d feel his dick against his ass, his hand around his cock, his mouth on his-

“Here’s your book,” Chanyeol interrupted blandly, and Baekhyun took it cautiously and with a soft “thank you.”

He hugged the book to his chest as he adjusted his glasses, opening his mouth to talk about Saturday, when Jongin appeared from out of nowhere, tagging Chanyeol’s back. “Yeol, come on, we don’t have all day,” he said, slinging an arm around the taller man’s shoulder, interrupting their almost-conversation, but the sophomore didn’t say anything as fear of Jongin (and his beautiful chiseled face) crept into his throat and strangled his words.

“Yeah sure, man, hold on,” Chanyeol said, shoving a few more things into his locker.

“Great,” Jongin finished before looking down to Baekhyun. “Who’s this?”

Chanyeol shrugged. “Some nerd,” he said, closing his locker with a slam and walking off with his friend, leaving Baekhyun behind without another word.

Baekhyun blinked, his papers falling to the ground as he watched him leave, quickly bending down to pick them up as he adjusted his glasses. Some nerd? Was he just some nerd on Saturday too? He just stood there, watching him walk away, masking the confusion currently filling his mind with anger and annoyance, gritting his teeth and snarling.

The word “asshole” doesn’t even cover half of the douchebaggery contained inside of Chanyeol’s (deliciously hot) body.

He calmed down slightly as he realized that perhaps Chanyeol’s just being careful because he could get arrested after all, and maybe it’s just supposed to be their little secret.

But that plan comes crashing down when Baekhyun waits for him in the usual spots during break times that Chanyeol used to show up, but he doesn’t make any appearance.

It’s not like he was obligated to show up every day… but Baekhyun would be lying if he said the space next to him and the silence made him feel colder than usual.

Hours continued to pass, yet he still hadn’t seen Chanyeol throughout the day. Or of the few times he had, Chanyeol would change directions and walk away or pass by him like he was nothing, and although Baekhyun wasn’t stupid and he sees and understands all the signs, he doesn’t want to take the hint until he finds some woman sitting in Chanyeol’s lap at the lunch table, their lips messily mashing against each other’s and Chanyeol’s hands groping her ass the same way he’d touched Baekhyun, and Baekhyun can feel his heart shattering as it drops into his stomach, and every single shard pierces through him like darts that Chanyeol’s aiming him.

The only thing that reminds him that he’s not in an inescapable nightmare is Kyungsoo’s hand on his shoulder. “It’s just a game to him, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun then remembered that reality is actually a cruel, inescapable nightmare itself.

It’s just a game to him, and Baekhyun was played so well. He’d fucking applaud if he wasn’t choking back tears. It’s not like he didn’t know this would happen from the beginning. What made him, low-life, boring old Baekhyun, any different from the rest of people that Chanyeol had picked up on a weekend and immediately dropped the day after?

Baekhyun turned on his heels, marching away from the scene to sit outside, silently refusing Kyungsoo when he offered to sit with him.

Both Monday and Tuesday were torturous. Pretending that someone who means the world to you is actually invisible is hella difficult, yet when they can do the same back to you with ease, it’s even worse.

Baekhyun felt miserable. He felt used and discarded like an old tissue, tossed over Chanyeol’s shoulder only to be trampled upon. He was back to eating stale bread and boring sandwiches alone in the spring breeze, back to observing Chanyeol from afar, and only seeing him in his dreams. Writing hurt. Tumblr hurt. Anything that reminded him of Chanyeol hurt. Everything hurt.

It wasn’t like a rollercoaster of highs and lows; he had slowly floated up to the heavens on soft, white clouds and then remembered clouds weren’t solid and free fell back to the ground, slamming against cold, hard reality much too fast. He had wanted to stay home in his bed and cry, curl up in Kyungsoo’s lap and whine about it all, and even Jongdae began to hold his tongue around him, and although Baekhyun appreciated it, the lack of normality in his life was really taking a toll on him.

And it was then that he realized that having Chanyeol busily buzzing around him and filling up his thoughts had become his “normality.”

Baekhyun strolled into school on Wednesday morning, immediately picking up a newspaper out of habit.

He let out a yawn and turned to the fourth page, skimming through the headlines of News Pop, pausing as he read the 3rd one down.

“Park Chanyeol really likes some lucky little duck.”

Fuck him. Fuck me. Fuck it all.

Baekhyun let out a loud huff of air, definitely not thinking about the little duck that the senior was supposedly “dating” even, leaving behind a trail of shredded pieces of newspaper on the floor as he angrily stomped off to his first class.

He thought he was over this. He really didn’t care what Chanyeol did - Chanyeol didn’t mean anything to him, no, Chanyeol was just a jerk. A big, lousy jerk, with a really nice dick, and large firm hands, and a beautiful voice and smile, and eyes that sparkle in the sunlight-

Baekhyun shook his head. No, he was better than this. And he was better than Chanyeol. If it was a game to him, maybe he’d just have to play him back harder until he won.

He began avoiding Chanyeol just as much as Chanyeol had been avoiding him. He walked with a haughty stride, shoulders back, chest out, chin up, and if he was honest, it felt good. He felt like a king, focusing on himself and making himself feel good and straying away from anything and everything relating to that certain idiot Chark Panyeol (or whatever the hell his name was), until he accidentally made eye contact with aforementioned “certain idiot” from across the cafeteria for a bit too long and he looked like he was about to get up and approach him or something and whoa, Baekhyun was not ready for that yet. He stood, apologizing to his friends as rage flooded through him again, instead immediately turning on his heels and stomping away, clenching his jaw and ridding his mind of any images of the senior.

His determination began to sway, his thoughts linking together like chains that tightened on his wrists and ankles, dragging him back into the misty abyss, finally losing the battle as Chanyeol managed to corner him in the hallway, putting his hand up on the wall to stop Baekhyun from getting away.

“Are you avoiding me?”

“No, of course not,” Baekhyun said with a roll of his eyes, and Chanyeol seemed caught off guard by his response, and then pleasantly intrigued.

“When did you get so sassy?” Chanyeol asked, a delighted smile on his lips.

Baekhyun only gave him an unamused glare. When did you become a dick? Oh that’s right, you’ve always been one. “Have you seen the paper?” He hissed instead. No. Of course you haven’t. You’re too cool for the paper.

Chanyeol pursed his lips, confusion weighing down on his eyebrows. “Oh what, the dating thing? I’ve heard about it.”

Baekhyun’s demeanor dropped. Oh.

He shrugged. “I’ve been spending a lot of time around you recently, and people are thirsty for gossip.”

Baekhyun snapped his head up a little too quickly, his nose almost bumping Chanyeol’s, and then the back of his head hitting the wall when he realized he was too close. “Wait, people think you’re dating me?”

Chanyeol frowned at him and shrugged. “Dating is a loose term for people to use, but I don’t see who else they would be talking about.”

Baekhyun quickly looked away, trying to catch and strangle whatever that thing fluttering in his chest was, and trying to flush the hope from his system. “Maybe… it’s made up, and someone’s just playing a joke on you.”

Chanyeol sighed, leaning in closer, tilting his head as Baekhyun turned his head away from him. “It’s not made up.” Chanyeol frowned when Baekhyun adamantly refused to look at him. “We may not be dating, but… close enough.”

“Close enough to dating… me?” Baekhyun squeaked in disbelief.

Chanyeol drew Baekhyun’s attention back to that familiar smirk of his. “Are we not? I kind of sucked you off in a classroom.” Baekhyun turned red at the reminder. Not like he had forgotten. Chanyeol’s hands slid down Baekhyun’s sides to rest on his hips. “And I gave you that awesome hickey you’re not hiding very well.”

Baekhyun’s hand shot to his neck, hastily adjusting his collar and holding his hand against it. “That’s not the issue at hand. Don’t start pretending you’re a saint; I saw you on Monday eating that girl’s face like she was a lollipop.” He huffed and pushed Chanyeol’s hands away him. “I bet I wasn’t the first person you’ve taken into a classroom and undressed either.”

Chanyeol looked down to him with a frown on his lips. “No, you’re not the first.” Baekhyun let out a disappointed breath, but it wasn’t like he expected him to say anything else. Chanyeol’s been here a long time, and he can’t imagine how many people he’s shoved into an empty room, a closet even, and successfully screwed. No he doesn’t want to imagine it either. Chanyeol wasn’t his to claim. “But you’ll probably be the last.”

Baekhyun’s ears perked up. “Excuse me?” When Chanyeol didn’t respond with anything more than a look that said ‘You know I know you know what I said,’ Baekhyun cleared his throat. “That’s ridiculous. You still have a few months left here.”

“That’s enough time for me drag you, and only you, back into the classroom to finish up the mess we started, right?” Chanyeol leaned in a bit too close for comfort. “I may have fucked you on the floor, but I’d love to get your ass up on a desk, too,” Chanyeol added with a chuckle, and Baekhyun felt his face redden as Chanyeol pressed his lips to his ear.

“There are so many things you’ve written that I want to try with your cute little ass.” Baekhyun swallowed hard as Chanyeol placed his finger under his chin to tilt his head up, lowering his head to press their lips together in a short, innocent kiss. “I haven’t had enough of those delicious lips of yours, Byun Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun felt a shiver run down his spine, instinctively squeezing his thighs together as his face turned a hot red, lips parting to stutter a comeback, but nothing came out of his mouth.

Chanyeol ran his thumb down his lip with a smile before he pulled away. “You weren’t this shy on Saturday.” Baekhyun’s body grew hotter.

“That’s because… and I…” Baekhyun’s voice trailed off as he recalled the way he lost himself under Chanyeol’s hot touch, like a moaning mess under Chanyeol’s control. He shook his head and cleared his throat, looking up to Chanyeol with a determined stare. “That’s not the problem right now. If there’s an article about you and me, someone saw us.”

Chanyeol stared blankly at him for a minute, realization slowly dawning on him. “Aww,” Chanyeol said, pulling the brunette into a hug.

“What are you doing.”

“You’re just really cute,” Chanyeol responded, holding Baekhyun under his chin and smoothing his hair down.

Baekhyun could still feel himself blushing. “This isn’t the time for this - someone saw us in the classroom.” And if someone saw them in the classroom… Chanyeol was going to jail. Right after they finally establish a relationship, Chanyeol was going to jail, and it was all his fault-

“Or the author was there?”

‘That’s ridiculous,’ Baekhyun almost said, but the way he seems so positive and his teasing tone made it sound like Chanyeol definitely knew what he was talking about and then it clicked. His voice wavered as he spoke. “You’re the-”

“-anonymous author of News Pop, yes, hello, that’s me.”

Baekhyun pushed Chanyeol away from him, his eyes wide in surprise. “What the hell?! You…” he took in a few shallow breaths and slapped at Chanyeol’s arm as the senior kept laughing, paying no attention to the flustered look scrawled across Baekhyun’s face. “You published such awful shit, oh my god, Chanyeol!”

“I could have published ‘Byun Baekhyun has a cute little dick, lips that taste like heaven, and the best lover in the senior class,’ but I thought this way would be less embarrassing.”

“It’s still embarrassing!” he squealed, pushing him away. “Everything you’ve ever said about me in the paper is embarrassing!”

Chanyeol continued laughing. “But look! You’re not in the paper for the first time in quite a while!”

“That doesn’t make up for it, you- you- how could you?”

Chanyeol laced his fingers in Baekhyun’s hair slowly calming down. “You were so interesting and so oblivious, I just had to keep posting about you until you’d take the hint.”

Baekhyun hissed, slapping his arm. “You published my shit!”

“You wrote it.”

“You published that I had a crush on you-”

“You never said it was me.”

Baekhyun covered his mouth, his eyes wide until Chanyeol laughed as he took his hands away. “It’s a bit too late to be embarrassed, don’t you think?”

Baekhyun’s face was so hot, he could probably roast marshmallows over it. “When did you…”

“I figured it out a long time ago, FluffyBuns. You were never exactly subtle.”

“Is that why you kept teasing me and leading me on like that?” Baekhyun squeaked.

“It wasn’t all fake… after a while at least,” Chanyeol hummed. “I wouldn’t have worked so hard to get you if I didn’t like you at least a little bit, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun froze. He couldn’t do anything but squeak a little. No matter how many times he said it, it was still hard to believe. Chanyeol liked him. King asshole, jerk-face, no-strings-attached Park Chanyeol actually liked him.

He was just speechless.

Chanyeol gave Baekhyun a small smile before wrapping his arms around his thin frame and sighing into his hair. “I’ve missed you this week.”

“Missed me,” Baekhyun nearly laughed. “Really? I didn’t know missing me required avoiding me at every possible moment and trying to make me jealous. You know, I was about to drop you and move on in my life,” Baekhyun hissed in Chanyeol’s embrace, yet he didn’t struggle out of it.

Chanyeol let out a soft laugh and looked down to him. “Move on from me? How could you? I’m your creative muse, remember?” he asked, trailing his thumb along Baekhyun’s bottom lip as he added, “You’d have no one to have pretend sex with if you let go of me.”

Baekhyun’s face flushed a bright red as he hid his face in Chanyeol’s shirt, the familiar scent flooding his senses as Chanyeol softly rubbed his back. “You’re a jerk and I hate you.”

Chanyeol’s voice softened. “I probably deserve that.”

And uncomfortable silence thickened between them. Baekhyun let out a deep breath, his body shuddering against Chanyeol’s as his fingers tightened in his shirt. “I really hate you.”

“If I apologized, would it be better?”

“No.”

Chanyeol let a few seconds of silence pass. “I’ll say it for myself then. I’m sorry.”

Baekhyun didn’t say anything else.

Chanyeol cleared his throat. “I’m not… good at relationships. Or at feelings.” Baekhyun scoffed. That was obvious. “And I really don’t want to mess this up. Especially not with you.”

Chanyeol put his finger under Baekhyun’s chin, tilting his head up. “I’m not good for you, Baekhyun. This isn’t good for us.”

“And you decided to prove that to me by ignoring me and trying to scare me away.”

Chanyeol frowned. “Maybe not scare you away, but turn you off at least.” He let out a shaky laugh. “I couldn’t even keep it up for a week.”

“Well it’s going to take you a lot more than your usual idiocy to phase me.” Baekhyun grumbled, crossing his arms. “I’ve liked you for too long now. I’m used to you being an asshole.”

Chanyeol’s frown remained on his face. He looked away and sighed heavily.

Baekhyun quickly spoke up. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever forgive you if you cheat on me. I know hapkido, and the next date your ass has would be a really uncomfortable one with my foot.” He laughed, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but Chanyeol’s arms just tightened around Baekhyun.

“I really don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

“Then don’t,” Baekhyun said easily. “You’re making it harder than it needs to be.” Chanyeol looked down to him, and Baekhyun gave him a smile. “You wanna date me, I wanna date you, it’s as simple as that. If problems arise, which I really hope they won’t, we’ll figure it out. Really.”

Chanyeol glanced away with a sigh. “I still don’t think I’m ready for this.” Baekhyun pouted, about to say something else, but Chanyeol caught him off. “But if you really want to, I’d love to try.”

“I do!” Baekhyun chirped. “I mean, like I do really want to try, I want to. With you. I do.” And he probably sounded embarrassing, but Chanyeol was smiling now, and as long as Chanyeol’s happy, Baekhyun’s happy.

Chanyeol let out a soft laugh before giving a peck to his lips. “You’re a cute one; I just want to take you home. Can I keep you?”

Of course you can, Baekhyun sighed, leaning back against Chanyeol’s chest. “Only if you take good care of me and promise to feed me every once in a while.”

Chanyeol looked down to him with a smile. “I’ll treat you like a princess.”

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“Hey, Princess, you free tonight?”

Baekhyun crossed his arms as he approached the car with a frown. It’d been about a week since they’d officially become… official, holding hands through empty hallways and good morning kisses that tasted of coffee and cinnamon buns. Spending lunches together and laughing at jokes that weren’t really all that funny. But Baekhyun was happy just being forever glued to Chanyeol’s side, and Chanyeol seemed just as happy too. News Pop hadn’t reported on the couple officially, but there were obvious rumors going around, and although Baekhyun denied them all with a blush, Chanyeol didn’t attempt to hide it. ‘Loud and proud,’ he’d say. “Or what, are you embarrassed to be my boyfriend too?” Chanyeol would often mention how odd the word felt on his lips, rolling off his tongue. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Baekhyun would just giggle and mention the same.

“I’m a busy person, Chanyeol, but I can check my schedule,” he said with a smile as his boyfriend leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

“What a shame, I had something nice planned too.”

Baekhyun quirked an eyebrow as Chanyeol leaned back against his car.

“Would you like to study together?”

Baekhyun had never said “Yes” to anything faster in his life.

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A/n: (I'm sorry for writing poop omg)

Once again, I'm really sorry this took me so long (I'm also really sorry this got so long???) but I hope it... wasn't terrible to sit through lol I love you Macy <3 :) *takes in a deep breath* also, I really wanna thank flor for helping me through this really difficult time (idk how I would have done this without you and your amazing motivation skills and incredible squealing) ;u;

:D yay! ♥