Imagine Dragons (and Phoenix too!)
Imagine Dragons (and Phoenix too!) | Kris/Chanyeol | ~8k | NC-17 | Kris and Chanyeol own a tattoo parlor and they get snowed in one to many times.
Of Tattoos, Tops, Taddles, and Tail Feathers collection:
• Imagine Dragons (and Phoenix too!)
• The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles
• Half Lord of the Fishes
• Dancing with the Starfish
“I have an appointment at eleven am tomorrow. First tattoo,” Chanyeol groaned and laid his forehead on his skinny forearms, letting his long, auburn bangs drape softly onto the counter. The clicking on the keyboard of the laptop beside him never ceased and Chanyeol huffed and sat back on his chair once again. “Don't we have a policy against getting first tattoos here?”
“We do not,” Kris droned beside him, not parting his gaze from the LED light illuminating his laptop screen. “We'd have considerably less customers if we did.” His deep voice sounded bored, and Chanyeol didn't blame him. It was passed ten at night and they were still in the shop.
“What are you doing anyway?” Chanyeol asked after spending around five minutes whining and fussing over the bare client he was going to have in just over twelve hours. His arms were outstretched on the lacquered counter and his cheek was against his clothed bicep, squishing his lips together and causing his bangs to cover his eyes almost completely. He blinked the hair out of the way until he could make out Kris's fuzzy figure in front of him. “And why is it more important than sleep?”
“Writing an email,” Kris grunted before flicking his wrist at Chanyeol, trying to shoo him away or tell him to be quiet or something.
“But Krissssssssssy,” Chanyeol whined and pouted, blinking his big, brown eyes as cutely as he could. “I'm so tired!”
“Don't care.” Chanyeol's vocal chords performed a whine that was several octaves higher than his natural tone of voice as he sat back on his chair, letting the middle of his back hit the wooden back roughly. He rubbed a tattooed hand through his bangs to get them out of his eyes and huffed, looking from Kris to his fingers to his laptop screen. He leaned over and rested his chin on Kris's shoulder, looking as the English letters flew across the screen.
Chanyeol whined again, for he couldn't understand English in the slightest, and in return got a smack on the head from Kris's incredibly huge hand. “I'm almost done!” Kris bellowed and Chanyeol huffed again before standing up and walking around the counter to lean over it from the other side. He pressed one of his knees against the wood and put his elbows in the counter, resting his chin on the hand that had a star on the knuckle below his thumb and a splash of water creeping up his wrist from the koi fish that covered his forearm under his sleeve. His other arm draped in front of it and his other hand hung off the hard surface, just dangling.
Five incredibly long minutes later, Chanyeol was shoving his arms through the sleeves of his coat, grabbing his messenger bag and running out of the shop fumbling with the keys while Kris yelled at him to hurry up and get in the car. Chanyeol still couldn't understand how he was always the first one done with work, but never the first out the door. He almost slipped on the slushy pavement on the way to Kris's bright red, souped up Honda Civic that was shuddering to life while Kris sat chill in the driver's seat.
The neon “Imagine Dragons Tattoo” sign flickered off behind him-it had always been late to comply with the command of the lightswitch-as he climbed into the passenger seat and snapped his buckle in place.
“Are you taking me home or just bringing me to your place again?” Chanyeol asked through a yawn and had to repeat himself twice before Kris understood him.
“I'm dropping you off at yours,” Kris said like it was soooooo obvious. Chanyeol scoffed and looked out the window as lights flickered off and cars whizzed by. A soft layer of snow started to cover the ground and Chanyeol groaned; he didn't like snow all that much. “Oh hush up, crybaby. All you've done for the past hour is whine.”
“But you're mean and snow sucks.” Chanyeol crossed his arms and jutted his bottom lip out. Kris scoffed beside him and Chanyeol just looked out the window again as dirty slush sloshed up on the sidewalk, speckling the clean snow black and grey. He was about to make a noise of disgust but thought better of it. The car stopped at a red light and Kris leaned down and went digging through his bag for something, cursing a couple of times in the process. “Green,” Chanyeol told him when the color of the light switched. Kris said something in English, that sounded like it was probably a swear word, and pressed the gas pedal before placing his hands on the steering wheel again and driving towards Chanyeol's apartment building.
The next morning Chanyeol awoke to his phone blaring some random English song that Kris probably downloaded while he was tattooing someone. Or sleeping. Or complaining. Either way it was loud, and Chanyeol didn't like it. He rolled over on his bed and reached for the device blindly while his other arm was draped over his eyes, blocking out the light that was seeping through his half-closed blinds. He knocked over a water bottle and what sounded like his lamp before he grabbed his phone and started poking the screen at random. All of a sudden the song stopped and Chanyeol sighed in relief. He turned over on his bed, tucking one arm under the pillow and putting the other in front of him as he lay on his side facing the wall. He smacked his lips and nuzzled into his pillow and was about to slip back into sleep when the phone started to ring again.
“Radioactive! Radioactive! Oh oh oh oh oh~”
“Fucking dammit you stupid phone!” Chanyeol swore and sat up. His hair was in a serious disarray and his eyes were half open, but he grabbed the phone, slid the bar at the bottom and pressed it to his ear. “You better have a fucking good reason--”
“It's almost ten, and I thought you said you had a client at eleven. So unless they canceled--”
“Damn-um I'll be fifteen minutes max, kay? Just wait...”
“Be quick, I don't have all morning.” There was a sound of an engine turning off, and Chanyeol slid off of his mattress and grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor and rummaged in his drawer for a tee shirt.
“Do you have a client today?”
“I have one at noon. Are you in the bathroom yet?”
“Almost there, gosh. You don't want me to work naked, do you?” Chanyeol selected a black wife-beater with five tally marks across the front and a mesh tank to go underneath it. He stuffed it in his arms with the jeans and then grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and trudged onto the cold tile floor of his bathroom.
“That would be entertaining, but I guess not. Shower quick.” Chanyeol envied how un-tired Kris's voice sounded and he huffed as he set his phone down on the countertop and slipped off his pajama pants.
He grabbed his bag and coat as he ran out of the door, not bothering to put on the jacket but instantly regretting it. He shivered and goosebumps rose all over his tattooed skin, making the koi fish that wrapped around his forearm on his left arm and his bicep on his right look like they had chicken pox. He puffed little clouds of air into the atmosphere as he jogged to Kris's Civic and slipped into the passenger seat once again. He slipped his arms through the coat so it was one backwards and turned the heat dial all of the way up.
“You blow-dried your hair?” Kris's snort didn't sound very nice and Chanyeol stuck his bottom lip out and gave Kris a side-glare.
“I didn't want it to freeze. Last time it froze I was out for two weeks with a head cold.”
“Fine, fine.”
As soon as the car pulled up in the snowed over parking lot of their shop, they were out of the door and running towards the entrance. It was almost ten forty and they needed to open and tidy up whatever mess they left the night before, plus assemble their work stations that they were way to paranoid to leave out when they closed.
Chanyeol flicked the switch on the neon sign, but the “I” didn't light. He swore under his breath and flicked it on and off really quickly, but it still didn't light. “Kris! The sign!” he hollered and flicked the switch several more times before Kris came in with a handful of empty beer cans and half-full bags of chips.
“Then change the bulb.”
“Kriiisssss,” Chanyeol whined and flicked the switch on, pretending to cry when it didn't light. When Kris didn't come to the door, and went instead to the garbage can, he threw himself on the floor. “You're taller!”
“I almost broke my neck last time I changed it!”
“I have a client! I can't very well tattoo some dude if I have a broken neck, can I?”
The huff and dramatic stomp to the supply closet was something Chanyeol expected from himself, but seeing Kris do it was hilarious, and Chanyeol laughed as he got up to go and set up his station. “Have fun!” he hollered and stuck his head out of his little office-room that housed his chair-that he bought himself, so don't insult the cracking leather-and his table that he put his ink and needles on. He laughed again when Kris shoved his jacket on and flipped Chanyeol his middle finger before taking a bulb and the step-stool out into the cold.
When the bell attached to the door rang out, Chanyeol dried his hands, from having just washed them, and walked out to greet his customer. He was an man of average height-but to Chanyeol was a midget-and he had his hair bleached a sort of eggplant color. He was wearing a navy blue pea coat and jeans, and he didn't look nervous at all, which caused Chanyeol to breath out in relief.
“Hi! Welcome to Imagine Phoenix!” Chanyeol chirped and walked over to the man with his hand outstretched. The man looked confused and pointed to the back of the neon sign and opened his mouth a little.
“I thought--”
“Just go with it,” Chanyeol whispered and walked the man through a detour, to make sure to pass Kris's station on the other side of the office. “Here at Imagine Phoenix, we make sure to give you the best service possible--”
“Chanyeol, for the last time it's Imagine Dragons!” Kris shouted from where he was mixing blue, yellow, and green inks to get a bright teal. “It sounds cooler, and I pay most of the rent, so deal.”
“Don't mind him, he forgot to take his pills this morning.” Chanyeol smirked over his shoulder at Kris and then walked over to his side and showed the man into the room and onto the chair. The man looked around and wrung his fingers in his lap when he caught sight of the big machine with needles on the end that were neatly organized on the table. His adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, and Chanyeol's smiled faded slightly. “Do you know what you want?” he asked in the same tone he asked every other client with.
“I was actually hoping for some suggestions. Where'd you get your first one?” he asked, eyeing Chanyeol's unclothed arms that were full of brilliant oranges and blues from fishes and stars and other random things Kris decided Chanyeol would look good with. Chanyeol tried not to sigh in annoyance as he replied flatly.
“My ass.”
“Oh. I guess you don't want to show me then.”
“I'd really rather not.” Chanyeol fought the urge to run his fingers through his hair and close his eyes. “Upper arms, like around the shoulder, doesn't hurt as much, neither does the calf if you're going for less pain.” He gestured to the parts on the man's body. “By the way, what's your name again?”
“Baekhyun, and maybe I'll go with my upper arm,” Baekhyun said with a shaky voice. Chanyeol put on a reassuring smile.
“I'm Chanyeol. Do you have something you want there? Like what do you like to do?”
“I like to sing. I sing with my friend Kyungsoo at the pub on Friday nights. Can you do something with that?” Chanyeol nodded and got out of his chair.
“I'll draw something up, I'll be right back.” He went out of the room and straight into Kris's where he rested his forehead on Kris's back. “I swear--”
“Don't press too hard and make him bleed or he might just flee with a half-finished tattoo and your money.” Kris kept mixing inks and Chanyeol sighed and rubbed his nose on Kris's back. He whined a few incoherent phrases that sounded a little like, “Why do I always get the first tattoos?” and “Why do people like black and grey so much?” Then he sulked out of the room with another sigh and went into the back where they had a light table to draw something that had to do with singing.
“I got this, is it what you were looking for?” he asked Baekhyun when he walked back in about twenty minutes later. He had a microphone stand with stage lights around it, and the chord went off to end at his armpit. He showed it to Baekhyun and Baekhyun smiled.
“It's exactly how I imagined it!” he chirped and Chanyeol sighed with relief. He told Baekhyun he'd be right back and went to go make the stencil. When he came back he sprayed the man's arm and then stuck the stencil on, smoothed it out, and then carefully peeled it off, leaving purple outlines on the man's pale skin.
“Okay, how about here?” he asked and showed the man the reflection in the mirror he had handy. The man's wrinkled eyebrows made Chanyeol frown, and he already knew the words before they escaped the man's lips.
“Well now that it's on...”
“Do you have something else in mind?” Chanyeol asked, his annoyance apparent. The man asked to see a portfolio, and Chanyeol went to fetch it for him and then came back to clean off the stencil while the man looked.
“Maybe a music staff and music notes with Baby don't cry written on it? Like in English letters. It's a song I wrote, you see and--”
“I'm going to kill him.” Chanyeol's forehead was back on Kris's back and he had Kris's shirt fisted in his hand and was really close to ripping the fabric apart. “I'm going to stab him with my--”
“Just draw the stupid staff thingy and leave me and my client alone,” Kris said, his apology to the short man sitting in the chair was laced in his words. Chanyeol whined and hit his forehead on Kris's back once more.
“My misery is more important than--”
“Excuse me, Joonmyun, I'll be right back.” Kris grabbed Chanyeol's shirt front and dragged him to the back room and sat him down in a chair. Chanyeol looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and his lip jutted out, silently pleading Kris to take the client from him. “Just draw it and ink it and get it done. This is your only appointment today, right?”
“Right,” Chanyeol sighed and hit his forehead on the table. “But why does it have to be him? I'd rather tattoo that wretched man Tao than him. At least Tao knows what he wants, even if it is a realistic Chinese dragon attacking a new school bunny rabbit with whatever Chinese phrase he had tattooed on it's fluffy white ass--”
“Just fucking tattoo the man, Jesus!” Kris threw up his hands and left Chanyeol to pout and roll in self pity as he drew out a music staff and Googled a tutorial on cursive English letters for Dummies.
“Are you sure you're supposed to stick the needle in my skin?”
“I'm very sure, Baekhyun. I've been tattooing for a while. That's how the ink gets in your skin. The needle.” He waved the vibrating machine around as he talked, like he was using it for a pointer. “Now could I please tattoo you?”
“U-uh yeah. Sure.”
Chanyeol sighed and pressed the needle to the edge of the staff on Baekhyun's ankle. He cringed when Baekhyun winced, but he kept going, steadily, with the black ink until the staff was done. “You okay?” he asked and looked at up at Baekhyun, who was gripping the arms of the chair with a surprising amount of strength. Baekhyun looked from the waterfall ponytail Chanyeol had his hair tied up with to his arms to his needle and gulped before nodding.
“Uh huh.”
“Do you want a barf bucket or something?”
“Uh huh.”
“How is it?” Chanyeol asked as he stood behind Baekhyun in front of the full body mirror. “Do you like it?” Three hours and a whole lot of throwing up and swearing later, there was a tattoo on Baekhyun's leg, and Kris was already on a second client. Baekhyun nodded and turned his leg to the side.
“It's really pretty!” he said, and no traces of the sick and complaining client were audible. “I like it a lot.”
“Don't pick the scab, or I'll be very angry,” Chanyeol said as the man walked-rather limped-out of the store after paying and thanking Chanyeol a million times. He smiled back at Chanyeol and then he was gone. Chanyeol slumped into one of the chairs at the front desk and leaned his head against the back of it. He closed his eyes and smiled while pumping a victory fist up in the air.
Except his victory fist connected with something hard, and there was a deep voice swearing rather loudly. Chanyeol cracked open an eyelid to see Kris holding his jaw and damning Chanyeol to Hell as he reached to grab the receipt book.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol whispered as Kris glared holes into his head. Kris rubbed his jaw and opened his mouth a couple of times before walking off to write the receipt for his client.
“Ah! Why snow, why?” Chanyeol cried and crawled towards the glass doors to claw at the snow that had piled up over halfway up the side. It was packed in so tightly that it looked grey and blue against the clear wall, and it looked really cold and wet. “I wanted to go home tonight! And watch Breaking Bad! And get in pajama pants, but noooOoooo. You have to snow us in, and keep snowing!” He was stretched out across the entrance with a hand pressed against the glass and the rest of his body flat. His face was on the run-down carpet and his other arm was just at his side.
“It's not the first time we had to stay the night here, stop acting like it's the end of the world,” Kris said and stepped over Chanyeol holding a box of new ink that was shipped the day before. He walked into his office, and Chanyeol didn't move. He just kept whining about the broken heater and how he only had a pair of sweats and an old sweatshirt in the back, not his blanket and his bed and his TV. “Get your ass up and help me make the bed!” Kris hollered from the back. Chanyeol groaned but eventually sulked into the back to help lie out the sleeping bags and layers of comforters to keep out the cold.
“Why did the heater have to break yesterday. It's like the whole world is working against us,” Chanyeol muttered as he dug out his extra clothes.
“Oh hush, it's just a coincidence.” Kris was getting his clothing too, which was the exact same articles that Chanyeol had.
“I don't believe in coincidences.” Chanyeol pouted and went to the bathroom on the side. He pulled off his jeans and replaced the denim with the soft fabric of his sweatpants and then took off the mesh tank top under his wife beater and then placed his sweatshirt on top. He bundled the clothes in his hands and then walked back out, turning his body so Kris could go into the bathroom. He put his jeans and tank in the closet where his other clothes were and grabbed his phone before sitting on the makeshift bed.
He unlocked the screen but was shown a “no signal” sign. His phone shut off, and Kris came out just in time to save Chanyeol's phone from certain death via shattering on the wall. Kris placed the phone on the table carefully next to his own and then sat down next to Chanyeol. “Got the time?” Chanyeol asked and laid his head on one of the flat pillows they had miraculously found lying around. Kris laughed dryly and laid his head on the other.
“Nope.”
“Why didn't you buy new batteries for the wall clock like I asked you to?”
“I forgot?”
Chanyeol scoffed. “Uh huh.”
They were silent for a while, but pretty soon cold started to seep through Chanyeol's clothes and his inked skin was invaded by goosebumps. He slid his bare feet under the two comforters they had and snuggled against the pillow and sleeping bag that cushioned him. His teeth started to subconsciously chatter and then all of a sudden Kris's face was next to his. Chanyeol saw goosebumps sneaking out of Kris's collar and he smiled slightly and lifted his eyes to Kris's.
“It was your turn to call the appliance man. I left a note on your table.” Chanyeol's voice was playful, bit laced with a certain degree of annoyance and anger. Kris faintly remembered tossing the note in the garbage can but didn't say anything about it.
“Oh? I must have overlooked it.” Kris smirked and rolled over onto his back, stretching his arms up to the ceiling and exposing the swirls of ink on his wrists and the letters on his knuckles. His laugh didn't escape his lips, but Chanyeol saw and felt the vibrations it left in his chest.
“Fuck you.”
“You know, they say if you take off your clothes you can get warmer.” Kris's voice underlined something bigger, and Chanyeol's eyes widened and his head snapped to the side to see Kris smirking back at him. “Wanna give it a shot?”
“Um, no. Ew, disgusting. I had to see your ass once and I do not want to see it again.” Chanyeol scooted far away from Kris, until he was half on the sleeping bag and half off.
“They almost did it in Eclipse, you know that one Vampire drama,” he added after seeing Chanyeol's confused face, “And in X-Files Mulder said they should and Scully was like, 'Maybe if it rains sleeping bags, you'll get lucky' and--”
“Jesus, if you want to see me naked so badly just say it. This is tedious.” Chanyeol scooted back onto the sleeping bag, but kept his distance. Kris just laughed quietly before sitting up and pushing the covers to his knees and starting to shimmy off his sweatshirt. “Kris?” Chanyeol's eyes were wide and he was about to hide under the covers.
It turned out Kris wasn't wearing any sort of shirt under the jacket, so the intricate black and grey patterns that covered his arms and front torso were visible immediately. He had the end of the tail of the Chinese dragon that covered his back on his right hip, a classic Chinese house on his left peck, and swirls of Chinese smoke and ink drawings like the ones in the beginning of Mulan covered his arms and abdomen. On his left hand, there was a Canadian maple leaf in the middle of the back of it and KRIS was tattooed on his knuckles. His other hand was bare, the swirls ended at his wrist. Goosebumps were covering his skin and his muscles flexed when he slipped the sweatshirt off of his head. He threw the article of clothing to the side and slipped the tops of his fingers into the hem of his pants. Chanyeol swallowed hard. “I'm cold.”
Kris started to shimmy his sweats off and Chanyeol groaned. “Why.” He brought his tattooed hands-one of which had YEOL on his knuckles and Saturn on the back-and rubbed the heels of them on his eyes. “I hate you.” Then he slipped off his sweatshirt and tank top, revealing the water nymphs that started in the middle of each thigh and went up onto his hips and ab muscles where they reached out their webbed hands in a desperate attempt to touch each other. There was an Egyptian style necklace, like the ones in Ancient Egypt that the Emperor wore-Chanyeol still didn't know why Kris insisted on putting it there-covering his upper chest. By then Kris had his pants off and was hesitating with his boxers. Chanyeol scoffed and slipped off his pants and took Kris's hands away from his underwear and pulled him under the blanket before curling into the bigger man's side and placing his cold hands on Kris's abs.
He could feel Kris tense up both underneath his hands and beside his body, and he stopped moving closer. He had never been so close to Kris before, when he stayed over at Kris's apartment he was forced to sleep on the hard sofa in the living room, and it was a little awkward. He could feel the body heat radiating from Kris's muscular body-Chanyeol had known Kris since the beginning of Junior High and he still didn't know how Kris got so strong and when he got his ears pierced-and he had to admit it was nice.
He was about to press his nose to Kris's chest and try to fall asleep because he wasn't nearly as cold anymore, but Kris placed warm fingers underneath Chanyeol's chin and lifted his head up. Their gazes locked and Chanyeol realized how pretty Kris's eyes really were. They had a sort of mysteriously deep effect to them, and Chanyeol liked it very much. Kris just stared at Chanyeol for a while, and seemingly studied his face like he was a sort of scientific project. Chanyeol wrinkled his eyebrows and Kris ran his thumb over the crease to smooth it out.
The sexual tension between them in that moment-Second? Minute? Hour?-was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Chanyeol gulped again and the next thing he knew Kris's lips were pressed hard and soft at the same time on his. Chanyeol was a little too shocked to move right away, but Kris was apparently waiting for the opportunity for a while because he was already turning over so he was still on his side, but hovering over Chanyeol with his hand under Chanyeol's head to prop it up and was parting Chanyeol's lips with his own.
When Kris's tongue pressed through Chanyeol's lips and massaged their tongues together, Chanyeol caught up and pushed his tongue back onto Kris's with a moan. His hand came out from under Kris's torso where it was trapped and tangled into Kris's blonde hair as he pushed their mouths closer together and moved his head to the side, pushing Kris's up more so their noses wouldn't collide. Kris's other hand wrapped around Chanyeol's torso, showing his big Chinese dragon covered back to the ceiling as the covers fell down to his hips. He threw a leg over Chanyeol's hips and pressed their torsos together as he rolled his hips against Chanyeol's rubbing their growing erections together and causing a loud moan to come from Chanyeol.
They were pressed together from their mouths to their hips, and Kris was holding Chanyeol up so he was sitting up but not quite as Kris held his body like he was both delicate china and a piece of wood he was trying to crush at the same time. Chanyeol's hands both wandered onto Kris's back and he ran his blunt nails down the soft skin, making Kris groan into his mouth and roll his hips again.
Chanyeol separated their mouths and caught Kris's earlobe between his teeth before whispering, “You've admired me for a while, haven't you?” in a playful manner. Kris moaned as Chanyeol's tongue licked a path from behind his ear to his collarbone. Chanyeol grabbed Kris's shoulders and sat up before turning them over to Kris's back was on the sleeping bag instead. Chanyeol licked and bit a patch of skin where Kris's collarbone jutted out, and when he held the skin in between his teeth, Kris hissed in pain and Chanyeol released it and pressed a small kiss on top of the bruising mark before trailing his tongue between the lines of Kris's abs, making Kris writhe underneath him and grab onto Chanyeol's auburn colored hair. Chanyeol licked around Kris's belly button before plunging his tongue inside, making Kris moan and pant.
“Jesus, Chanyeol. How many people have you had in bed?” Kris gasped out when Chanyeol started to press his palm onto Kris's member through his boxers and rubbed hard.
“Oh, a few,” Chanyeol said with a cocky tone and slipped two fingers into the top of Kris's boxers while pressing his other hand on the erection as hard as he could. Kris moaned loudly and pulled harshly on Chanyeol's hair, making Chanyeol grimace at him. “Is that necessary?” he grunted as he pulled Kris's boxers off with one swift movement and was less than an inch away from getting hit in the face with Kris's boner. “jeSUS Christ man, are you a virgin?”
“What do you think?”
“If you're too embarrassed to say it, that's cool. But I was sure you and that Tao dude had chemistry--”
“No I am not a fucking virgin. Could you carry on, please?” Kris's voice was hoarse and moody, and Chanyeol decided it was a good time for a drink of water. He smirked and detached Kris's hand from his hair and pushed himself off of the makeshift bed, leaving Kris glaring at him, completely naked, and all hot and flustered as he walked out of the room, trying to ignore the tent on the front of his boxers.
“Park fucking Chanyeol I swear to God--”
“I'm coming, I'm coming, you whiny brat!” Chanyeol hollered from the side room before he took a swig from Kris's water bottle. He decided Kris wouldn't mind so much anymore. “I can't give you a proper blow job if my mouth is dry.” He heard Kris let out a throaty moan and he dropped the bottle before stalking back in. Kris had his hand on his member and was pulling at it like a hormone-raging, sex-deprived teenager. “Can't take a thirty second break, can you?” Chanyeol teased, but his voice was husky and he could feel the front of his boxers getting sticky as Kris continued to jerk himself off in front of him. Chanyeol darted over and slapped Kris's hand away. “Stop it, or this is going to be over way too soon.” He pinned down Kris's bucking hips and licked his already chapping lips. “You better not come in my mouth, that's just rude.”
“Just--”
Chanyeol wrapped one of his hands around the base of Kris's member, keeping one on his hip to hold it down, and closed his mouth around it. He puffed out his cheeks before running his tongue along the veins on the back of the member. Kris let out a shaky and breathy moan and grabbed Chanyeol's hair to press his head further down. Kris's member hit the back of Chanyeol's throat and he almost gagged but controlled the reflex and sucked in.
“Jesus--”
Chanyeol pulled his head off and Kris's member came out with a soft pop. Chanyeol slipped off his boxers and then held his fingers in front of Kris's mouth after frantically searching around the room for Vaseline and then discovering there was none and deciding it was better not to go and get some.
“What are you doing.” Kris stated with as much composure as he could pull together. Chanyeol gave him and “are you kidding me” look.
“Suck. Let's go. I'm not getting any harder.”
“You must be insane. You're not topping.”
“Why?”
“I always top.”
“I always top.”
“You top? Geez, you hold yourself like if you were having sex with that one client you had today he'd be topping.”
“No, he'd probably say, 'hey, I wanna top,' so I'd be like 'sure' and spread my legs all wide and pretty but then he'd change his mind so I'd be like 'cool, whatev' and then I'd be three fingers into his perky ass but then he'd be all 'never mind, I'm feeling spontaneous' and by then I'd have lost my hard--”
“Jesus, do you ever shut up,” Kris said and pulled Chanyeol down for a kiss. Chanyeol mumbled complaints against Kris's lips, and then made a squeaky whine when Kris grabbed his hips and flipped them over so Chanyeol was lying beneath Kris on the makeshift bed.
“But--” Chanyeol started to whine when Kris stopped kissing him, but Kris's angry blow-air-out-of-the-nose and the lips on his nipple shut him up. His mouth hung open in a silent scream when Kris closed his teeth around the nub and nibbled slightly, and when Kris started to trail light fingers over Chanyeol's side, he squeaked. “Kris--”
“Will you turn over like a good little boy?” Kris said in an odd voice that was seductive and teasing and very cocky. Chanyeol groaned.
“I don't like doggy style. I don't like doing it. And I definitely don't want to be the one with my head in the pillows.” Kris closed his eyes and shook his head before teasingly stroking Chanyeol's neglected member from the base to the head.
“But Chanyeollie~” Kris blinked his eyes and jutted out his bottom lip. Chanyeol was going to laugh and tell him to never do that again, but he was too busy whining and struggling as Kris grabbed him and turned him over, planting his face on the pillow and leaving his butt sticking out into the cold air. The really bad, solid black phoenix on his butt looked funny in the dark, and Kris tried not to laugh as he ran the pad of his thumb over the simple pattern, making goosebumps spread across Chanyeol's body.
“I feel stupid, so if you could save making fun of your artwork for later, that'd be great.” Kris chuckled and Chanyeol grabbed the sides of the pillow, expecting dry fingers to enter his hole, but what he got felt a whole lot more weird, and a whole lot better. “What--” The long, expert tongue stretched further inside of him and licked all of the walls of the tight muscle. A low moan came out of Chanyeol's throat as he buried his head farther into the pillow. Soon Kris pulled his tongue out and replaced it with two long fingers and started to scissor Chanyeol open immediately.
Tears threatened to fall from Chanyeol's eyes, but he closed his eyelids to try to prevent them from doing so. He kept his face in the pillow as his backside felt like it was being ripped open when Kris put a third finger in. That was until Kris's nail brushed over Chanyeol's prostate; then Chanyeol arched his back and pushed back into Kris's fingers, moaning loudly. He could practically hear Kris's smug smirk, but he pushed it out of his mind when he tried to shamelessly fuck himself on Kris's fingers to hit the spot over and over again.
Kris placed a warm hand on the small of Chanyeol's back and pulled his fingers out. Chanyeol let out a low whine at the loss, but the fingers were soon replaced with something larger, and Chanyeol gasped and turned his head to the side so he could breathe. The tears came back when Kris slowly pushed himself into Chanyeol, and Chanyeol was trying to adjust to his size.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped as he wrung his hands into the flat pillow tightly. Kris leaned over him and planted kisses over the knobs of his spine and ran his fingers over the bright orange and yellow phoenix Chanyeol had tattooed there. Chanyeol's breathing soon returned to normal and then he swallowed before nodding to Kris.
Kris pulled out, until just the tip of his member was in Chanyeol, and then slammed back in, making Chanyeol face go further into the pillow when he grunted. Kris repeated the action, but this time he hit the bundle of nerves again, and the sound Chanyeol made was almost obscene. Kris's big hands were gripping Chanyeol's hips as he continued to hit the spot with each thrust, and every noise Chanyeol made was pushing him over the edge.
He slipped his hand under them to start stroking Chanyeol's neglected member, but Chanyeol was spilling white, sticky ropes all over his stomach and chest when Kris barely brushed it. Chanyeol pushed his face into the pillow as a moan tore out of his throat when he came, and soon after Kris was shooting his seed into Chanyeol. Chanyeol moaned one last time, because he liked the feeling of being so filled up, but then whined when Kris pulled out and laid next to him on the part of the bed that wasn't covered in Chanyeol's cum.
Kris laughed lightly and hooked an arm around Chanyeol's waist and pulled him over, cleaned him up the best he could with the blanket, and then pulled the smaller man down on top of him. Chanyeol rested his temple on the nape of Kris's neck and kissed his shoulder with chapped lips. Kris pulled the clean, top blanket over them before wrapping his arms around Chanyeol's midsection and smiling.
“Are you nice and warm now?”
Chanyeol laughed against him, and the vibrations in his chest made Kris smile. “Yup.” They were quiet for a little longer, the only sounds filling the room were their slamming hearts and uneven breaths. Chanyeol ran his fingers through Kris's hair, smoothing it over the pillow and muttering something about a haircut. “Krissy?”
“Hm?” Kris sounded tired.
“I'm gonna go to sleep now.”
“Hm.”
The first thing Chanyeol did when he woke up was scramble off of Kris, cry out about his aching backside, and then limp to a place where he could peek around the front to see the entrance. It had stopped snowing and apparently there had been a plow through because the snow was only up a couple of feet, and it was low enough that they could push the door open and get out.
“We can go home!” he screeched and started to run back to the bed to jump on Kris to wake him up, but only got one running step before whining and holding his lower back and limping over to Kris to kick his side.
“Mmrph.” Kris groaned and blinked his eyes open very slowly and looking up at Chanyeol's face, which wore the expression of happiness, whining, and frustration all at the same time. It was a face Kris had grown accustomed to. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before finally registering where he was and why he was seeing Chanyeol's face-and very naked body-so early in the morning. “What are you--”
“We can go home!” Chanyeol said again and began to slowly gather the blankets that needed to be washed; he didn't want to hurt his back more than he needed to. He heard Kris make a noise of understanding behind him, and he smiled to himself as he pushed a pillow into the supply closet and the clean blanket, unfolded of course, in on top of it. He grabbed his boxers and slipped them on, grimacing at how they were still sticky, and then put on his sweats and sweatshirt after that. “Well I want to go home, and I have no problem with stealing you car. So if you want to go home, you have to help.” Chanyeol threw Kris's clothes at him and then went to gather his jeans and tank tops.
Kris grumbled some incoherent sentence and then got into his clothing before gathering the dirty sleeping bag and comforter to bring to a washing machine. Chanyeol shoved the other pillow into the closet and then clapped his hands at how the room cleaned up quickly. Kris told him to get his stuff because he wanted to shower, and so Chanyeol was, once again, scrambling over the slushy parking lot as Kris hollered from his car.
“So, your place or mine?” Chanyeol asked when Kris drove out of the parking lot. His backside was still sore, but it was bearable and he didn't really feel it when he pushed it to the back of his mind. Kris chuckled.
“Or course mine, I don't even wanna know how many poptart wrappers are lying around your apartment. You practically live off those things.” Kris's smug smile invaded his face and Chanyeol resisted the urge to hit him.
“I am not a slob!” Chanyeol whined and crossed his arms, pouting while looking out of the window. “There are so many trash cans in my apartment--”
“You even know what those are? Wow--”
“You asshole.” Chanyeol stuck his tongue out at the older man. “I just leave stuff around at work.”
“So you save it for me?” His voice sounded betrayed, and Chanyeol peeked at his face discreetly, but blew his cover when Kris's gaping and flabbergasted face made him crack up laughing. Kris scowled in Chanyeol's general direction and then turned at the light that brought them to the street Kris's apartment was on. They drove the rest of the way in silence, save for the occasional sound of disbelief from Kris.
When they got to the apartment, they grabbed the blankets and bags and went inside the small living space and went immediately to the washing machine and stuffed the stuff in. While Kris started the load-he claimed Chanyeol would mess it up-Chanyeol went to put their bags in the living room. He went back to the hallway where the laundry machines were when he finished and found Kris just shutting the washer, having just finished.
“I feel really disgusting, so if I could use your shower...” Chanyeol said and scratched his arm. Kris smirked and held out his hand to Chanyeol.
“Mind if I join you?” he said smugly and Chanyeol snorted.
“If I remember correctly, shower sex is very uncomfortable. Water gets everywhere and--”
“You are such a crybaby,” Kris said and pulled Chanyeol towards the bathroom. Chanyeol whined the whole way. Kris told him to shut up more than once, but Chanyeol didn't stop his high-pitched noise until Kris was pinning him against the tile wall of the shower stall and pressed a hard kiss onto his mouth while hot water ran over their bodies.
“I don't want to have a sex-driven relationship,” Chanyeol said when Kris stopped kiss him to get some shampoo on his hands.
“What do you want then?” Kris asked while he started to run soapy hands through Chanyeol's hair. Chanyeol closed his eyes when a line of soap trailed down his forehead and made a small noise of appreciation when Kris started to scrub his dirty scalp.
“I want to go on dates and better birthday presents-I know you have more money than you claim to have, you have a car and nice furniture, and since when are stars and teardrops tattooed on my neck a good birthday present-and I want you to be nicer to me. In exchange for that--”
“You'll bottom?” Kris sounded hopeful and Chanyeol cracked open an eye when Kris stopped shampooing his hair. Kris was smiling at him with his eyebrows raised, but Chanyeol shook his head.
“Ha, in your dreams.”
“Puh.” Kris continued to scrub Chanyeol's scalp, and Chanyeol hummed while a bright smile appeared on his face.
“Chanyeol! I thought when you said you'd take care of receipts for me, you knew how to do it!” Kris yelled while the cash register was spitting out receipt paper with random numbers strewn across them. Chanyeol was furiously pressing buttons, trying to get it to stop.
“I thought I did!” Kris grabbed Chanyeol's hands and slapped them away from the controls before pressing the big red “cancel” button, after which the cash register stopped malfunctioning and shuddered to a stop.
“What did you press to open it?”
“Eject.”
“And why would you do that when there's an open button?”
“Because I didn't see it.”
“It's big and fucking green.”
“Sorry.”
“And what about to close?”
“Enter?”
“That prints receipts, dumbass.”
“Hey--”
“Not meaning to interrupt, but are you two almost done?” the client-The Wretched Huang Zitao, as Chanyeol liked to call him-said as he came into the front with an unwrapped tattoo and an angry scowl. Chanyeol smiled sheepishly and tore off the big, long line of receipt before trying to enter it in again. Kris slapped his hands away and did it himself before passing the receipt and book to Tao to sign.
“Sorry for the inconvenience,” Kris apologized and went to wrap Tao's arm. When he left, Chanyeol leaned back on the spinning chair and blinked at Kris.
“By the way, all of the lights in 'Dragon' burnt out,” he said and put his hands in his pockets.
“How did that happen, huh?” Kris raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Oh, I don't know. Maybe it short-circuited?” Chanyeol looked at Kris with big, innocent eyes, and Kris sighed in defeat before going to the back room to get more lightbulbs to replace the old ones. When Chanyeol heard Kris's upset groan, he bit the insides of his cheeks to stop himself from smiling when Kris came back in.
“Why are their only lightbulbs that spell phoenix?” he asked with his hands on his hips. Chanyeol shrugged his shoulders and bit his lip.
“They were out of all of the letters that spell dragon were sold out.”
“There's an 'o' and an 'n' in dragon.” Kris tapped his foot on the ground and felt the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He looked almost angry. He looked like he was about to pounce on Chanyeol, so Chanyeol put his hands in front of his face and got out of his chair, running to his station.
“It was my idea to open the shop! I tattooed that dragon on your ass before you tattooed the phoenix on mine! Phoenix sounds cooler!” he yelled and took cover behind the chair for the customer. Kris sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
“But 'Imagine Phoenix'? Really?”
“I'll let you top tonight?” Chanyeol squeaked from under the chair. “Promise!”
“It's gonna take a lot more than just tonight!” Kris hollered as he stomped out of the room to go and change the letters.
“We both know you like when I top better, so stop lying!” Chanyeol yelled and stomped out after Kris, pointing an accusing finger at the blonde's back.
a/n: HAPPY HAPPY KRISYEOL
Of Tattoos, Tops, Taddles, and Tail Feathers collection:
• Imagine Dragons (and Phoenix too!)
• The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles
• Half Lord of the Fishes
• Dancing with the Starfish
“I have an appointment at eleven am tomorrow. First tattoo,” Chanyeol groaned and laid his forehead on his skinny forearms, letting his long, auburn bangs drape softly onto the counter. The clicking on the keyboard of the laptop beside him never ceased and Chanyeol huffed and sat back on his chair once again. “Don't we have a policy against getting first tattoos here?”
“We do not,” Kris droned beside him, not parting his gaze from the LED light illuminating his laptop screen. “We'd have considerably less customers if we did.” His deep voice sounded bored, and Chanyeol didn't blame him. It was passed ten at night and they were still in the shop.
“What are you doing anyway?” Chanyeol asked after spending around five minutes whining and fussing over the bare client he was going to have in just over twelve hours. His arms were outstretched on the lacquered counter and his cheek was against his clothed bicep, squishing his lips together and causing his bangs to cover his eyes almost completely. He blinked the hair out of the way until he could make out Kris's fuzzy figure in front of him. “And why is it more important than sleep?”
“Writing an email,” Kris grunted before flicking his wrist at Chanyeol, trying to shoo him away or tell him to be quiet or something.
“But Krissssssssssy,” Chanyeol whined and pouted, blinking his big, brown eyes as cutely as he could. “I'm so tired!”
“Don't care.” Chanyeol's vocal chords performed a whine that was several octaves higher than his natural tone of voice as he sat back on his chair, letting the middle of his back hit the wooden back roughly. He rubbed a tattooed hand through his bangs to get them out of his eyes and huffed, looking from Kris to his fingers to his laptop screen. He leaned over and rested his chin on Kris's shoulder, looking as the English letters flew across the screen.
Chanyeol whined again, for he couldn't understand English in the slightest, and in return got a smack on the head from Kris's incredibly huge hand. “I'm almost done!” Kris bellowed and Chanyeol huffed again before standing up and walking around the counter to lean over it from the other side. He pressed one of his knees against the wood and put his elbows in the counter, resting his chin on the hand that had a star on the knuckle below his thumb and a splash of water creeping up his wrist from the koi fish that covered his forearm under his sleeve. His other arm draped in front of it and his other hand hung off the hard surface, just dangling.
Five incredibly long minutes later, Chanyeol was shoving his arms through the sleeves of his coat, grabbing his messenger bag and running out of the shop fumbling with the keys while Kris yelled at him to hurry up and get in the car. Chanyeol still couldn't understand how he was always the first one done with work, but never the first out the door. He almost slipped on the slushy pavement on the way to Kris's bright red, souped up Honda Civic that was shuddering to life while Kris sat chill in the driver's seat.
The neon “Imagine Dragons Tattoo” sign flickered off behind him-it had always been late to comply with the command of the lightswitch-as he climbed into the passenger seat and snapped his buckle in place.
“Are you taking me home or just bringing me to your place again?” Chanyeol asked through a yawn and had to repeat himself twice before Kris understood him.
“I'm dropping you off at yours,” Kris said like it was soooooo obvious. Chanyeol scoffed and looked out the window as lights flickered off and cars whizzed by. A soft layer of snow started to cover the ground and Chanyeol groaned; he didn't like snow all that much. “Oh hush up, crybaby. All you've done for the past hour is whine.”
“But you're mean and snow sucks.” Chanyeol crossed his arms and jutted his bottom lip out. Kris scoffed beside him and Chanyeol just looked out the window again as dirty slush sloshed up on the sidewalk, speckling the clean snow black and grey. He was about to make a noise of disgust but thought better of it. The car stopped at a red light and Kris leaned down and went digging through his bag for something, cursing a couple of times in the process. “Green,” Chanyeol told him when the color of the light switched. Kris said something in English, that sounded like it was probably a swear word, and pressed the gas pedal before placing his hands on the steering wheel again and driving towards Chanyeol's apartment building.
The next morning Chanyeol awoke to his phone blaring some random English song that Kris probably downloaded while he was tattooing someone. Or sleeping. Or complaining. Either way it was loud, and Chanyeol didn't like it. He rolled over on his bed and reached for the device blindly while his other arm was draped over his eyes, blocking out the light that was seeping through his half-closed blinds. He knocked over a water bottle and what sounded like his lamp before he grabbed his phone and started poking the screen at random. All of a sudden the song stopped and Chanyeol sighed in relief. He turned over on his bed, tucking one arm under the pillow and putting the other in front of him as he lay on his side facing the wall. He smacked his lips and nuzzled into his pillow and was about to slip back into sleep when the phone started to ring again.
“Radioactive! Radioactive! Oh oh oh oh oh~”
“Fucking dammit you stupid phone!” Chanyeol swore and sat up. His hair was in a serious disarray and his eyes were half open, but he grabbed the phone, slid the bar at the bottom and pressed it to his ear. “You better have a fucking good reason--”
“It's almost ten, and I thought you said you had a client at eleven. So unless they canceled--”
“Damn-um I'll be fifteen minutes max, kay? Just wait...”
“Be quick, I don't have all morning.” There was a sound of an engine turning off, and Chanyeol slid off of his mattress and grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor and rummaged in his drawer for a tee shirt.
“Do you have a client today?”
“I have one at noon. Are you in the bathroom yet?”
“Almost there, gosh. You don't want me to work naked, do you?” Chanyeol selected a black wife-beater with five tally marks across the front and a mesh tank to go underneath it. He stuffed it in his arms with the jeans and then grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and trudged onto the cold tile floor of his bathroom.
“That would be entertaining, but I guess not. Shower quick.” Chanyeol envied how un-tired Kris's voice sounded and he huffed as he set his phone down on the countertop and slipped off his pajama pants.
He grabbed his bag and coat as he ran out of the door, not bothering to put on the jacket but instantly regretting it. He shivered and goosebumps rose all over his tattooed skin, making the koi fish that wrapped around his forearm on his left arm and his bicep on his right look like they had chicken pox. He puffed little clouds of air into the atmosphere as he jogged to Kris's Civic and slipped into the passenger seat once again. He slipped his arms through the coat so it was one backwards and turned the heat dial all of the way up.
“You blow-dried your hair?” Kris's snort didn't sound very nice and Chanyeol stuck his bottom lip out and gave Kris a side-glare.
“I didn't want it to freeze. Last time it froze I was out for two weeks with a head cold.”
“Fine, fine.”
As soon as the car pulled up in the snowed over parking lot of their shop, they were out of the door and running towards the entrance. It was almost ten forty and they needed to open and tidy up whatever mess they left the night before, plus assemble their work stations that they were way to paranoid to leave out when they closed.
Chanyeol flicked the switch on the neon sign, but the “I” didn't light. He swore under his breath and flicked it on and off really quickly, but it still didn't light. “Kris! The sign!” he hollered and flicked the switch several more times before Kris came in with a handful of empty beer cans and half-full bags of chips.
“Then change the bulb.”
“Kriiisssss,” Chanyeol whined and flicked the switch on, pretending to cry when it didn't light. When Kris didn't come to the door, and went instead to the garbage can, he threw himself on the floor. “You're taller!”
“I almost broke my neck last time I changed it!”
“I have a client! I can't very well tattoo some dude if I have a broken neck, can I?”
The huff and dramatic stomp to the supply closet was something Chanyeol expected from himself, but seeing Kris do it was hilarious, and Chanyeol laughed as he got up to go and set up his station. “Have fun!” he hollered and stuck his head out of his little office-room that housed his chair-that he bought himself, so don't insult the cracking leather-and his table that he put his ink and needles on. He laughed again when Kris shoved his jacket on and flipped Chanyeol his middle finger before taking a bulb and the step-stool out into the cold.
When the bell attached to the door rang out, Chanyeol dried his hands, from having just washed them, and walked out to greet his customer. He was an man of average height-but to Chanyeol was a midget-and he had his hair bleached a sort of eggplant color. He was wearing a navy blue pea coat and jeans, and he didn't look nervous at all, which caused Chanyeol to breath out in relief.
“Hi! Welcome to Imagine Phoenix!” Chanyeol chirped and walked over to the man with his hand outstretched. The man looked confused and pointed to the back of the neon sign and opened his mouth a little.
“I thought--”
“Just go with it,” Chanyeol whispered and walked the man through a detour, to make sure to pass Kris's station on the other side of the office. “Here at Imagine Phoenix, we make sure to give you the best service possible--”
“Chanyeol, for the last time it's Imagine Dragons!” Kris shouted from where he was mixing blue, yellow, and green inks to get a bright teal. “It sounds cooler, and I pay most of the rent, so deal.”
“Don't mind him, he forgot to take his pills this morning.” Chanyeol smirked over his shoulder at Kris and then walked over to his side and showed the man into the room and onto the chair. The man looked around and wrung his fingers in his lap when he caught sight of the big machine with needles on the end that were neatly organized on the table. His adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, and Chanyeol's smiled faded slightly. “Do you know what you want?” he asked in the same tone he asked every other client with.
“I was actually hoping for some suggestions. Where'd you get your first one?” he asked, eyeing Chanyeol's unclothed arms that were full of brilliant oranges and blues from fishes and stars and other random things Kris decided Chanyeol would look good with. Chanyeol tried not to sigh in annoyance as he replied flatly.
“My ass.”
“Oh. I guess you don't want to show me then.”
“I'd really rather not.” Chanyeol fought the urge to run his fingers through his hair and close his eyes. “Upper arms, like around the shoulder, doesn't hurt as much, neither does the calf if you're going for less pain.” He gestured to the parts on the man's body. “By the way, what's your name again?”
“Baekhyun, and maybe I'll go with my upper arm,” Baekhyun said with a shaky voice. Chanyeol put on a reassuring smile.
“I'm Chanyeol. Do you have something you want there? Like what do you like to do?”
“I like to sing. I sing with my friend Kyungsoo at the pub on Friday nights. Can you do something with that?” Chanyeol nodded and got out of his chair.
“I'll draw something up, I'll be right back.” He went out of the room and straight into Kris's where he rested his forehead on Kris's back. “I swear--”
“Don't press too hard and make him bleed or he might just flee with a half-finished tattoo and your money.” Kris kept mixing inks and Chanyeol sighed and rubbed his nose on Kris's back. He whined a few incoherent phrases that sounded a little like, “Why do I always get the first tattoos?” and “Why do people like black and grey so much?” Then he sulked out of the room with another sigh and went into the back where they had a light table to draw something that had to do with singing.
“I got this, is it what you were looking for?” he asked Baekhyun when he walked back in about twenty minutes later. He had a microphone stand with stage lights around it, and the chord went off to end at his armpit. He showed it to Baekhyun and Baekhyun smiled.
“It's exactly how I imagined it!” he chirped and Chanyeol sighed with relief. He told Baekhyun he'd be right back and went to go make the stencil. When he came back he sprayed the man's arm and then stuck the stencil on, smoothed it out, and then carefully peeled it off, leaving purple outlines on the man's pale skin.
“Okay, how about here?” he asked and showed the man the reflection in the mirror he had handy. The man's wrinkled eyebrows made Chanyeol frown, and he already knew the words before they escaped the man's lips.
“Well now that it's on...”
“Do you have something else in mind?” Chanyeol asked, his annoyance apparent. The man asked to see a portfolio, and Chanyeol went to fetch it for him and then came back to clean off the stencil while the man looked.
“Maybe a music staff and music notes with Baby don't cry written on it? Like in English letters. It's a song I wrote, you see and--”
“I'm going to kill him.” Chanyeol's forehead was back on Kris's back and he had Kris's shirt fisted in his hand and was really close to ripping the fabric apart. “I'm going to stab him with my--”
“Just draw the stupid staff thingy and leave me and my client alone,” Kris said, his apology to the short man sitting in the chair was laced in his words. Chanyeol whined and hit his forehead on Kris's back once more.
“My misery is more important than--”
“Excuse me, Joonmyun, I'll be right back.” Kris grabbed Chanyeol's shirt front and dragged him to the back room and sat him down in a chair. Chanyeol looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and his lip jutted out, silently pleading Kris to take the client from him. “Just draw it and ink it and get it done. This is your only appointment today, right?”
“Right,” Chanyeol sighed and hit his forehead on the table. “But why does it have to be him? I'd rather tattoo that wretched man Tao than him. At least Tao knows what he wants, even if it is a realistic Chinese dragon attacking a new school bunny rabbit with whatever Chinese phrase he had tattooed on it's fluffy white ass--”
“Just fucking tattoo the man, Jesus!” Kris threw up his hands and left Chanyeol to pout and roll in self pity as he drew out a music staff and Googled a tutorial on cursive English letters for Dummies.
“Are you sure you're supposed to stick the needle in my skin?”
“I'm very sure, Baekhyun. I've been tattooing for a while. That's how the ink gets in your skin. The needle.” He waved the vibrating machine around as he talked, like he was using it for a pointer. “Now could I please tattoo you?”
“U-uh yeah. Sure.”
Chanyeol sighed and pressed the needle to the edge of the staff on Baekhyun's ankle. He cringed when Baekhyun winced, but he kept going, steadily, with the black ink until the staff was done. “You okay?” he asked and looked at up at Baekhyun, who was gripping the arms of the chair with a surprising amount of strength. Baekhyun looked from the waterfall ponytail Chanyeol had his hair tied up with to his arms to his needle and gulped before nodding.
“Uh huh.”
“Do you want a barf bucket or something?”
“Uh huh.”
“How is it?” Chanyeol asked as he stood behind Baekhyun in front of the full body mirror. “Do you like it?” Three hours and a whole lot of throwing up and swearing later, there was a tattoo on Baekhyun's leg, and Kris was already on a second client. Baekhyun nodded and turned his leg to the side.
“It's really pretty!” he said, and no traces of the sick and complaining client were audible. “I like it a lot.”
“Don't pick the scab, or I'll be very angry,” Chanyeol said as the man walked-rather limped-out of the store after paying and thanking Chanyeol a million times. He smiled back at Chanyeol and then he was gone. Chanyeol slumped into one of the chairs at the front desk and leaned his head against the back of it. He closed his eyes and smiled while pumping a victory fist up in the air.
Except his victory fist connected with something hard, and there was a deep voice swearing rather loudly. Chanyeol cracked open an eyelid to see Kris holding his jaw and damning Chanyeol to Hell as he reached to grab the receipt book.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol whispered as Kris glared holes into his head. Kris rubbed his jaw and opened his mouth a couple of times before walking off to write the receipt for his client.
“Ah! Why snow, why?” Chanyeol cried and crawled towards the glass doors to claw at the snow that had piled up over halfway up the side. It was packed in so tightly that it looked grey and blue against the clear wall, and it looked really cold and wet. “I wanted to go home tonight! And watch Breaking Bad! And get in pajama pants, but noooOoooo. You have to snow us in, and keep snowing!” He was stretched out across the entrance with a hand pressed against the glass and the rest of his body flat. His face was on the run-down carpet and his other arm was just at his side.
“It's not the first time we had to stay the night here, stop acting like it's the end of the world,” Kris said and stepped over Chanyeol holding a box of new ink that was shipped the day before. He walked into his office, and Chanyeol didn't move. He just kept whining about the broken heater and how he only had a pair of sweats and an old sweatshirt in the back, not his blanket and his bed and his TV. “Get your ass up and help me make the bed!” Kris hollered from the back. Chanyeol groaned but eventually sulked into the back to help lie out the sleeping bags and layers of comforters to keep out the cold.
“Why did the heater have to break yesterday. It's like the whole world is working against us,” Chanyeol muttered as he dug out his extra clothes.
“Oh hush, it's just a coincidence.” Kris was getting his clothing too, which was the exact same articles that Chanyeol had.
“I don't believe in coincidences.” Chanyeol pouted and went to the bathroom on the side. He pulled off his jeans and replaced the denim with the soft fabric of his sweatpants and then took off the mesh tank top under his wife beater and then placed his sweatshirt on top. He bundled the clothes in his hands and then walked back out, turning his body so Kris could go into the bathroom. He put his jeans and tank in the closet where his other clothes were and grabbed his phone before sitting on the makeshift bed.
He unlocked the screen but was shown a “no signal” sign. His phone shut off, and Kris came out just in time to save Chanyeol's phone from certain death via shattering on the wall. Kris placed the phone on the table carefully next to his own and then sat down next to Chanyeol. “Got the time?” Chanyeol asked and laid his head on one of the flat pillows they had miraculously found lying around. Kris laughed dryly and laid his head on the other.
“Nope.”
“Why didn't you buy new batteries for the wall clock like I asked you to?”
“I forgot?”
Chanyeol scoffed. “Uh huh.”
They were silent for a while, but pretty soon cold started to seep through Chanyeol's clothes and his inked skin was invaded by goosebumps. He slid his bare feet under the two comforters they had and snuggled against the pillow and sleeping bag that cushioned him. His teeth started to subconsciously chatter and then all of a sudden Kris's face was next to his. Chanyeol saw goosebumps sneaking out of Kris's collar and he smiled slightly and lifted his eyes to Kris's.
“It was your turn to call the appliance man. I left a note on your table.” Chanyeol's voice was playful, bit laced with a certain degree of annoyance and anger. Kris faintly remembered tossing the note in the garbage can but didn't say anything about it.
“Oh? I must have overlooked it.” Kris smirked and rolled over onto his back, stretching his arms up to the ceiling and exposing the swirls of ink on his wrists and the letters on his knuckles. His laugh didn't escape his lips, but Chanyeol saw and felt the vibrations it left in his chest.
“Fuck you.”
“You know, they say if you take off your clothes you can get warmer.” Kris's voice underlined something bigger, and Chanyeol's eyes widened and his head snapped to the side to see Kris smirking back at him. “Wanna give it a shot?”
“Um, no. Ew, disgusting. I had to see your ass once and I do not want to see it again.” Chanyeol scooted far away from Kris, until he was half on the sleeping bag and half off.
“They almost did it in Eclipse, you know that one Vampire drama,” he added after seeing Chanyeol's confused face, “And in X-Files Mulder said they should and Scully was like, 'Maybe if it rains sleeping bags, you'll get lucky' and--”
“Jesus, if you want to see me naked so badly just say it. This is tedious.” Chanyeol scooted back onto the sleeping bag, but kept his distance. Kris just laughed quietly before sitting up and pushing the covers to his knees and starting to shimmy off his sweatshirt. “Kris?” Chanyeol's eyes were wide and he was about to hide under the covers.
It turned out Kris wasn't wearing any sort of shirt under the jacket, so the intricate black and grey patterns that covered his arms and front torso were visible immediately. He had the end of the tail of the Chinese dragon that covered his back on his right hip, a classic Chinese house on his left peck, and swirls of Chinese smoke and ink drawings like the ones in the beginning of Mulan covered his arms and abdomen. On his left hand, there was a Canadian maple leaf in the middle of the back of it and KRIS was tattooed on his knuckles. His other hand was bare, the swirls ended at his wrist. Goosebumps were covering his skin and his muscles flexed when he slipped the sweatshirt off of his head. He threw the article of clothing to the side and slipped the tops of his fingers into the hem of his pants. Chanyeol swallowed hard. “I'm cold.”
Kris started to shimmy his sweats off and Chanyeol groaned. “Why.” He brought his tattooed hands-one of which had YEOL on his knuckles and Saturn on the back-and rubbed the heels of them on his eyes. “I hate you.” Then he slipped off his sweatshirt and tank top, revealing the water nymphs that started in the middle of each thigh and went up onto his hips and ab muscles where they reached out their webbed hands in a desperate attempt to touch each other. There was an Egyptian style necklace, like the ones in Ancient Egypt that the Emperor wore-Chanyeol still didn't know why Kris insisted on putting it there-covering his upper chest. By then Kris had his pants off and was hesitating with his boxers. Chanyeol scoffed and slipped off his pants and took Kris's hands away from his underwear and pulled him under the blanket before curling into the bigger man's side and placing his cold hands on Kris's abs.
He could feel Kris tense up both underneath his hands and beside his body, and he stopped moving closer. He had never been so close to Kris before, when he stayed over at Kris's apartment he was forced to sleep on the hard sofa in the living room, and it was a little awkward. He could feel the body heat radiating from Kris's muscular body-Chanyeol had known Kris since the beginning of Junior High and he still didn't know how Kris got so strong and when he got his ears pierced-and he had to admit it was nice.
He was about to press his nose to Kris's chest and try to fall asleep because he wasn't nearly as cold anymore, but Kris placed warm fingers underneath Chanyeol's chin and lifted his head up. Their gazes locked and Chanyeol realized how pretty Kris's eyes really were. They had a sort of mysteriously deep effect to them, and Chanyeol liked it very much. Kris just stared at Chanyeol for a while, and seemingly studied his face like he was a sort of scientific project. Chanyeol wrinkled his eyebrows and Kris ran his thumb over the crease to smooth it out.
The sexual tension between them in that moment-Second? Minute? Hour?-was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Chanyeol gulped again and the next thing he knew Kris's lips were pressed hard and soft at the same time on his. Chanyeol was a little too shocked to move right away, but Kris was apparently waiting for the opportunity for a while because he was already turning over so he was still on his side, but hovering over Chanyeol with his hand under Chanyeol's head to prop it up and was parting Chanyeol's lips with his own.
When Kris's tongue pressed through Chanyeol's lips and massaged their tongues together, Chanyeol caught up and pushed his tongue back onto Kris's with a moan. His hand came out from under Kris's torso where it was trapped and tangled into Kris's blonde hair as he pushed their mouths closer together and moved his head to the side, pushing Kris's up more so their noses wouldn't collide. Kris's other hand wrapped around Chanyeol's torso, showing his big Chinese dragon covered back to the ceiling as the covers fell down to his hips. He threw a leg over Chanyeol's hips and pressed their torsos together as he rolled his hips against Chanyeol's rubbing their growing erections together and causing a loud moan to come from Chanyeol.
They were pressed together from their mouths to their hips, and Kris was holding Chanyeol up so he was sitting up but not quite as Kris held his body like he was both delicate china and a piece of wood he was trying to crush at the same time. Chanyeol's hands both wandered onto Kris's back and he ran his blunt nails down the soft skin, making Kris groan into his mouth and roll his hips again.
Chanyeol separated their mouths and caught Kris's earlobe between his teeth before whispering, “You've admired me for a while, haven't you?” in a playful manner. Kris moaned as Chanyeol's tongue licked a path from behind his ear to his collarbone. Chanyeol grabbed Kris's shoulders and sat up before turning them over to Kris's back was on the sleeping bag instead. Chanyeol licked and bit a patch of skin where Kris's collarbone jutted out, and when he held the skin in between his teeth, Kris hissed in pain and Chanyeol released it and pressed a small kiss on top of the bruising mark before trailing his tongue between the lines of Kris's abs, making Kris writhe underneath him and grab onto Chanyeol's auburn colored hair. Chanyeol licked around Kris's belly button before plunging his tongue inside, making Kris moan and pant.
“Jesus, Chanyeol. How many people have you had in bed?” Kris gasped out when Chanyeol started to press his palm onto Kris's member through his boxers and rubbed hard.
“Oh, a few,” Chanyeol said with a cocky tone and slipped two fingers into the top of Kris's boxers while pressing his other hand on the erection as hard as he could. Kris moaned loudly and pulled harshly on Chanyeol's hair, making Chanyeol grimace at him. “Is that necessary?” he grunted as he pulled Kris's boxers off with one swift movement and was less than an inch away from getting hit in the face with Kris's boner. “jeSUS Christ man, are you a virgin?”
“What do you think?”
“If you're too embarrassed to say it, that's cool. But I was sure you and that Tao dude had chemistry--”
“No I am not a fucking virgin. Could you carry on, please?” Kris's voice was hoarse and moody, and Chanyeol decided it was a good time for a drink of water. He smirked and detached Kris's hand from his hair and pushed himself off of the makeshift bed, leaving Kris glaring at him, completely naked, and all hot and flustered as he walked out of the room, trying to ignore the tent on the front of his boxers.
“Park fucking Chanyeol I swear to God--”
“I'm coming, I'm coming, you whiny brat!” Chanyeol hollered from the side room before he took a swig from Kris's water bottle. He decided Kris wouldn't mind so much anymore. “I can't give you a proper blow job if my mouth is dry.” He heard Kris let out a throaty moan and he dropped the bottle before stalking back in. Kris had his hand on his member and was pulling at it like a hormone-raging, sex-deprived teenager. “Can't take a thirty second break, can you?” Chanyeol teased, but his voice was husky and he could feel the front of his boxers getting sticky as Kris continued to jerk himself off in front of him. Chanyeol darted over and slapped Kris's hand away. “Stop it, or this is going to be over way too soon.” He pinned down Kris's bucking hips and licked his already chapping lips. “You better not come in my mouth, that's just rude.”
“Just--”
Chanyeol wrapped one of his hands around the base of Kris's member, keeping one on his hip to hold it down, and closed his mouth around it. He puffed out his cheeks before running his tongue along the veins on the back of the member. Kris let out a shaky and breathy moan and grabbed Chanyeol's hair to press his head further down. Kris's member hit the back of Chanyeol's throat and he almost gagged but controlled the reflex and sucked in.
“Jesus--”
Chanyeol pulled his head off and Kris's member came out with a soft pop. Chanyeol slipped off his boxers and then held his fingers in front of Kris's mouth after frantically searching around the room for Vaseline and then discovering there was none and deciding it was better not to go and get some.
“What are you doing.” Kris stated with as much composure as he could pull together. Chanyeol gave him and “are you kidding me” look.
“Suck. Let's go. I'm not getting any harder.”
“You must be insane. You're not topping.”
“Why?”
“I always top.”
“I always top.”
“You top? Geez, you hold yourself like if you were having sex with that one client you had today he'd be topping.”
“No, he'd probably say, 'hey, I wanna top,' so I'd be like 'sure' and spread my legs all wide and pretty but then he'd change his mind so I'd be like 'cool, whatev' and then I'd be three fingers into his perky ass but then he'd be all 'never mind, I'm feeling spontaneous' and by then I'd have lost my hard--”
“Jesus, do you ever shut up,” Kris said and pulled Chanyeol down for a kiss. Chanyeol mumbled complaints against Kris's lips, and then made a squeaky whine when Kris grabbed his hips and flipped them over so Chanyeol was lying beneath Kris on the makeshift bed.
“But--” Chanyeol started to whine when Kris stopped kissing him, but Kris's angry blow-air-out-of-the-nose and the lips on his nipple shut him up. His mouth hung open in a silent scream when Kris closed his teeth around the nub and nibbled slightly, and when Kris started to trail light fingers over Chanyeol's side, he squeaked. “Kris--”
“Will you turn over like a good little boy?” Kris said in an odd voice that was seductive and teasing and very cocky. Chanyeol groaned.
“I don't like doggy style. I don't like doing it. And I definitely don't want to be the one with my head in the pillows.” Kris closed his eyes and shook his head before teasingly stroking Chanyeol's neglected member from the base to the head.
“But Chanyeollie~” Kris blinked his eyes and jutted out his bottom lip. Chanyeol was going to laugh and tell him to never do that again, but he was too busy whining and struggling as Kris grabbed him and turned him over, planting his face on the pillow and leaving his butt sticking out into the cold air. The really bad, solid black phoenix on his butt looked funny in the dark, and Kris tried not to laugh as he ran the pad of his thumb over the simple pattern, making goosebumps spread across Chanyeol's body.
“I feel stupid, so if you could save making fun of your artwork for later, that'd be great.” Kris chuckled and Chanyeol grabbed the sides of the pillow, expecting dry fingers to enter his hole, but what he got felt a whole lot more weird, and a whole lot better. “What--” The long, expert tongue stretched further inside of him and licked all of the walls of the tight muscle. A low moan came out of Chanyeol's throat as he buried his head farther into the pillow. Soon Kris pulled his tongue out and replaced it with two long fingers and started to scissor Chanyeol open immediately.
Tears threatened to fall from Chanyeol's eyes, but he closed his eyelids to try to prevent them from doing so. He kept his face in the pillow as his backside felt like it was being ripped open when Kris put a third finger in. That was until Kris's nail brushed over Chanyeol's prostate; then Chanyeol arched his back and pushed back into Kris's fingers, moaning loudly. He could practically hear Kris's smug smirk, but he pushed it out of his mind when he tried to shamelessly fuck himself on Kris's fingers to hit the spot over and over again.
Kris placed a warm hand on the small of Chanyeol's back and pulled his fingers out. Chanyeol let out a low whine at the loss, but the fingers were soon replaced with something larger, and Chanyeol gasped and turned his head to the side so he could breathe. The tears came back when Kris slowly pushed himself into Chanyeol, and Chanyeol was trying to adjust to his size.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped as he wrung his hands into the flat pillow tightly. Kris leaned over him and planted kisses over the knobs of his spine and ran his fingers over the bright orange and yellow phoenix Chanyeol had tattooed there. Chanyeol's breathing soon returned to normal and then he swallowed before nodding to Kris.
Kris pulled out, until just the tip of his member was in Chanyeol, and then slammed back in, making Chanyeol face go further into the pillow when he grunted. Kris repeated the action, but this time he hit the bundle of nerves again, and the sound Chanyeol made was almost obscene. Kris's big hands were gripping Chanyeol's hips as he continued to hit the spot with each thrust, and every noise Chanyeol made was pushing him over the edge.
He slipped his hand under them to start stroking Chanyeol's neglected member, but Chanyeol was spilling white, sticky ropes all over his stomach and chest when Kris barely brushed it. Chanyeol pushed his face into the pillow as a moan tore out of his throat when he came, and soon after Kris was shooting his seed into Chanyeol. Chanyeol moaned one last time, because he liked the feeling of being so filled up, but then whined when Kris pulled out and laid next to him on the part of the bed that wasn't covered in Chanyeol's cum.
Kris laughed lightly and hooked an arm around Chanyeol's waist and pulled him over, cleaned him up the best he could with the blanket, and then pulled the smaller man down on top of him. Chanyeol rested his temple on the nape of Kris's neck and kissed his shoulder with chapped lips. Kris pulled the clean, top blanket over them before wrapping his arms around Chanyeol's midsection and smiling.
“Are you nice and warm now?”
Chanyeol laughed against him, and the vibrations in his chest made Kris smile. “Yup.” They were quiet for a little longer, the only sounds filling the room were their slamming hearts and uneven breaths. Chanyeol ran his fingers through Kris's hair, smoothing it over the pillow and muttering something about a haircut. “Krissy?”
“Hm?” Kris sounded tired.
“I'm gonna go to sleep now.”
“Hm.”
The first thing Chanyeol did when he woke up was scramble off of Kris, cry out about his aching backside, and then limp to a place where he could peek around the front to see the entrance. It had stopped snowing and apparently there had been a plow through because the snow was only up a couple of feet, and it was low enough that they could push the door open and get out.
“We can go home!” he screeched and started to run back to the bed to jump on Kris to wake him up, but only got one running step before whining and holding his lower back and limping over to Kris to kick his side.
“Mmrph.” Kris groaned and blinked his eyes open very slowly and looking up at Chanyeol's face, which wore the expression of happiness, whining, and frustration all at the same time. It was a face Kris had grown accustomed to. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before finally registering where he was and why he was seeing Chanyeol's face-and very naked body-so early in the morning. “What are you--”
“We can go home!” Chanyeol said again and began to slowly gather the blankets that needed to be washed; he didn't want to hurt his back more than he needed to. He heard Kris make a noise of understanding behind him, and he smiled to himself as he pushed a pillow into the supply closet and the clean blanket, unfolded of course, in on top of it. He grabbed his boxers and slipped them on, grimacing at how they were still sticky, and then put on his sweats and sweatshirt after that. “Well I want to go home, and I have no problem with stealing you car. So if you want to go home, you have to help.” Chanyeol threw Kris's clothes at him and then went to gather his jeans and tank tops.
Kris grumbled some incoherent sentence and then got into his clothing before gathering the dirty sleeping bag and comforter to bring to a washing machine. Chanyeol shoved the other pillow into the closet and then clapped his hands at how the room cleaned up quickly. Kris told him to get his stuff because he wanted to shower, and so Chanyeol was, once again, scrambling over the slushy parking lot as Kris hollered from his car.
“So, your place or mine?” Chanyeol asked when Kris drove out of the parking lot. His backside was still sore, but it was bearable and he didn't really feel it when he pushed it to the back of his mind. Kris chuckled.
“Or course mine, I don't even wanna know how many poptart wrappers are lying around your apartment. You practically live off those things.” Kris's smug smile invaded his face and Chanyeol resisted the urge to hit him.
“I am not a slob!” Chanyeol whined and crossed his arms, pouting while looking out of the window. “There are so many trash cans in my apartment--”
“You even know what those are? Wow--”
“You asshole.” Chanyeol stuck his tongue out at the older man. “I just leave stuff around at work.”
“So you save it for me?” His voice sounded betrayed, and Chanyeol peeked at his face discreetly, but blew his cover when Kris's gaping and flabbergasted face made him crack up laughing. Kris scowled in Chanyeol's general direction and then turned at the light that brought them to the street Kris's apartment was on. They drove the rest of the way in silence, save for the occasional sound of disbelief from Kris.
When they got to the apartment, they grabbed the blankets and bags and went inside the small living space and went immediately to the washing machine and stuffed the stuff in. While Kris started the load-he claimed Chanyeol would mess it up-Chanyeol went to put their bags in the living room. He went back to the hallway where the laundry machines were when he finished and found Kris just shutting the washer, having just finished.
“I feel really disgusting, so if I could use your shower...” Chanyeol said and scratched his arm. Kris smirked and held out his hand to Chanyeol.
“Mind if I join you?” he said smugly and Chanyeol snorted.
“If I remember correctly, shower sex is very uncomfortable. Water gets everywhere and--”
“You are such a crybaby,” Kris said and pulled Chanyeol towards the bathroom. Chanyeol whined the whole way. Kris told him to shut up more than once, but Chanyeol didn't stop his high-pitched noise until Kris was pinning him against the tile wall of the shower stall and pressed a hard kiss onto his mouth while hot water ran over their bodies.
“I don't want to have a sex-driven relationship,” Chanyeol said when Kris stopped kiss him to get some shampoo on his hands.
“What do you want then?” Kris asked while he started to run soapy hands through Chanyeol's hair. Chanyeol closed his eyes when a line of soap trailed down his forehead and made a small noise of appreciation when Kris started to scrub his dirty scalp.
“I want to go on dates and better birthday presents-I know you have more money than you claim to have, you have a car and nice furniture, and since when are stars and teardrops tattooed on my neck a good birthday present-and I want you to be nicer to me. In exchange for that--”
“You'll bottom?” Kris sounded hopeful and Chanyeol cracked open an eye when Kris stopped shampooing his hair. Kris was smiling at him with his eyebrows raised, but Chanyeol shook his head.
“Ha, in your dreams.”
“Puh.” Kris continued to scrub Chanyeol's scalp, and Chanyeol hummed while a bright smile appeared on his face.
“Chanyeol! I thought when you said you'd take care of receipts for me, you knew how to do it!” Kris yelled while the cash register was spitting out receipt paper with random numbers strewn across them. Chanyeol was furiously pressing buttons, trying to get it to stop.
“I thought I did!” Kris grabbed Chanyeol's hands and slapped them away from the controls before pressing the big red “cancel” button, after which the cash register stopped malfunctioning and shuddered to a stop.
“What did you press to open it?”
“Eject.”
“And why would you do that when there's an open button?”
“Because I didn't see it.”
“It's big and fucking green.”
“Sorry.”
“And what about to close?”
“Enter?”
“That prints receipts, dumbass.”
“Hey--”
“Not meaning to interrupt, but are you two almost done?” the client-The Wretched Huang Zitao, as Chanyeol liked to call him-said as he came into the front with an unwrapped tattoo and an angry scowl. Chanyeol smiled sheepishly and tore off the big, long line of receipt before trying to enter it in again. Kris slapped his hands away and did it himself before passing the receipt and book to Tao to sign.
“Sorry for the inconvenience,” Kris apologized and went to wrap Tao's arm. When he left, Chanyeol leaned back on the spinning chair and blinked at Kris.
“By the way, all of the lights in 'Dragon' burnt out,” he said and put his hands in his pockets.
“How did that happen, huh?” Kris raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Oh, I don't know. Maybe it short-circuited?” Chanyeol looked at Kris with big, innocent eyes, and Kris sighed in defeat before going to the back room to get more lightbulbs to replace the old ones. When Chanyeol heard Kris's upset groan, he bit the insides of his cheeks to stop himself from smiling when Kris came back in.
“Why are their only lightbulbs that spell phoenix?” he asked with his hands on his hips. Chanyeol shrugged his shoulders and bit his lip.
“They were out of all of the letters that spell dragon were sold out.”
“There's an 'o' and an 'n' in dragon.” Kris tapped his foot on the ground and felt the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He looked almost angry. He looked like he was about to pounce on Chanyeol, so Chanyeol put his hands in front of his face and got out of his chair, running to his station.
“It was my idea to open the shop! I tattooed that dragon on your ass before you tattooed the phoenix on mine! Phoenix sounds cooler!” he yelled and took cover behind the chair for the customer. Kris sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
“But 'Imagine Phoenix'? Really?”
“I'll let you top tonight?” Chanyeol squeaked from under the chair. “Promise!”
“It's gonna take a lot more than just tonight!” Kris hollered as he stomped out of the room to go and change the letters.
“We both know you like when I top better, so stop lying!” Chanyeol yelled and stomped out after Kris, pointing an accusing finger at the blonde's back.
a/n: HAPPY HAPPY KRISYEOL