[oneshot] ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in space
Title: ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in space
Pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
Rating: nc17
Genre: au, sci-fi
Warnings: swearing, sex, tentacles
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: picking up a hitchhiker turns out to be one of the best decisions baekhyun's ever made. for yeolie, for exoforsichuan. 5,445 words.
The dingy rest stop orbiting just off Zarmina is the first one that's had working H2O showers since Saturn. "Oh my God," Baekhyun groans. He swipes his fingers across the bottom of the central control panel. The ship drops onto the landing pad in a cloud of dust, the entire frame trembling, like it's going to crumble any second now. Probably will. "Civilization at last."
He ducks out of the stale cockpit and rolls his shoulders, slides a hand under his shirt to rub the kinks out of his back. The air in the hallway isn't much better. Chanyeol's hanging off the couch in the belly of the ship, mouth spread wide as he snores. There's a trickle of spit drying on his chin. Baekhyun kicks the sofa and grins when Chanyeol lurches awake with a loud snort.
"Honey," Baekhyun says, in the sleaziest voice he can manage. "We're here."
Chanyeol snorts again, scraping a hand over his face. He tries to resituate himself on the couch but ends up falling flat on his ass instead. Baekhyun swallows a laugh and sidesteps the long sprawl of his body. "Zarmina?" Chanyeol grunts. "Already?"
"Yeah," Baekhyun says. "I knew a shortcut." He yanks a heavy crate off the shelves and loads it onto the hovercart for easy moving. "I'm going on-world to deliver the package, restock food, blah blah. See if you can fix the ship up with the funds we have left." He jerks a thumb out the window toward the rest stop accommodations. "And take advantage of the water showers, will you? You smell like garbage."
"Fuck you," Chanyeol croaks. Baekhyun's mouth twitches. He ducks on the way out and one of the throw pillows bounces off the arch of the door behind him.
The only city on Zarmina is an ex-Federation colony gone rogue, which means the usual (read: legal) modes of intergalactic snail mail don't apply. Perfect for his line of work.
Growing up, Baekhyun'd bummed around the inner solar system for as many years as he could, hopping from planet to planet until the feds and the gangbangers caught up. Before he got kicked out past the asteroid belt once and for all, he scored a sweet spaceship off some rich tool in a poker game on New Mars and started hauling crap across the galaxy for pay, like a modern day Han Solo. He'd acquired Chanyeol near the Kepler system after a run-in with the local militia. Baekhyun needed someone good with engines and Chanyeol needed to hightail it before he got his fucking head blown off. Baekhyun saved his life with minimal collateral damage to the EXO. Three jobs later, Chanyeol returned the favor. The mechanic stuck.
As far as tradeoffs go, the latest runs pretty smooth. Last time he was in this quadrant, Baekhyun'd been mistaken for an escapee from maximum-security prison on Gliese 667C. A hit had been issued. They'd nearly lost the ship in an explosion. At this point, anything would be an improvement. Baekhyun takes a shuttle down from the rest stop, delivers the crate to a super sketchy Cardassian, and purchases a metric ton of instant noodles from an even sketchier monopod near the docks.
By the time he gets back and finishes loading the food onto the ship, it's barely been four hours since he first left. Fastest transaction he's made in months. When he checks ship status the EXO's refueled, but there's still a huge dent in the hull from Alpha Centauri and the engine room's overheated. Baekhyun assumes Chanyeol's gone to scrounge for supplies. He inhales two packs of Maruchan and passes out on the sofa.
When Baekhyun wakes up at 0900, his throat is so dry it sticks as he swallows. He can still taste gritty MSG along the roof of his mouth. It takes him a minute to remember the water showers. He grabs a towel and stumbles out of the ship. The only stall unoccupied is the tiniest one in the facility, but Baekhyun doesn't take up much room. He's so happy about getting an actual shower after months without that he starts singing, scratchy tenor blending in with the drum of water against the tiles and what sounds like a crustacean shedding his shell two stalls over.
Afterwards, Chanyeol's still nowhere to be found. Baekhyun towels his hair dry in the cockpit and switches the PA system on. "Chanyeol," he yells, feedback crackling through the speakers. "I swear to God I'll take off without you, so get your ass back to the ship. We've got deadlines to meet, idiot."
He dozes off again in the captain's chair. They're officially behind schedule when he comes to. He'd never tell Chanyeol, but he's beginning to get a little worried. He cards a hand through his hair and doesn't stoop in time to avoid hitting his forehead against the doorframe of the cockpit. He grabs a phaser from storage and tucks it into his pants on his way back out.
No sign of Chanyeol in the mess hall across from the refueling area, or the spare parts shop, or the repair hangar. Baekhyun asks security about a tall-ass humanoid with huge eyes and elf ears. A couple of guards recognize the description but nobody's seen him since yesterday afternoon, pretty soon after Baekhyun went down to deliver his package. Weird.
Last place he checks are the showers. He had told Chanyeol to enjoy the fruits of civilization while he had the chance, but unless the idiot got himself washed down the drain Baekhyun can't see how he could've disappeared. First stall reveals two slug-types engaged in heavy petting or something. Baekhyun makes a face and tiptoes past the next three empty stalls. The molting crustacean from yesterday is in stall 5. There's no sound of water running in the last stall but the door's jammed. Baekhyun knocks. "Occupied," comes a high, breathy voice.
Jesus. "Don't do impressions, Chanyeol," Baekhyun sighs. "You're fucking shit at them."
There's a long pause, and then a groan. "Listen, Baekhyun-"
Baekhyun pushes against the door. It's still stuck. Jimmying the lock doesn't work. "Let me in."
"No," Chanyeol says, sounding a little panicked. "Hold on."
Baekhyun frowns. "What's up with you?"
"I'm, uh. Indecent?"
"Really? That's your excuse? You can tell me if you have a dildo stuck up your ass or something, you know I won't judge-"
"That's not-I just don't want you to-"
Baekhyun makes an irritated noise and aims the phaser at the lock, blasts a hole straight through. They can put the cost for repairs on his tab.
This is the biggest stall in the facility. Pink suds wash across the tiled floor and lap at Baekhyun's boots. Instead of a showerhead hanging from the ceiling, an actual tub sits at the center of the room, but that isn't why Baekhyun's staring.
Chanyeol-well. His skin's bright green for one. In high school, Baekhyun's friend Jongdae had turned a similar shade of green when he ingested too many expired Venusian ostrich eggs. He'd had to get his stomach pumped. Chanyeol, though-Chanyeol looks like he's glowing. Despite the color this is the healthiest Baekhyun's ever seen him. Baekhyun takes a step closer and catches the lower half of Chanyeol's body through the bathwater. Instead of legs all he sees is a dense curtain of tentacle, sticky green fluid oozing gently out of suction cups on the underside of each appendage. As he watches, one of them lifts up out of the water and curls around Baekhyun's ankle, slippery and pulsating.
"I can explain," Chanyeol says weakly. "It isn't permanent."
Baekhyun blinks and tilts his head, considering. "This why you never want to have shower sex with me?"
It takes Chanyeol the rest of the day to shift back into human form. Land form. Whatever. Baekhyun spends most of it sitting with his back against the stall door, sneaking peeks at Chanyeol's transformation over the edge of his PADD.
Chanyeol clears his throat the third time he catches Baekhyun's eye. "Aren't you going to ask?"
Baekhyun shuffles his feet. "Were you ever going to tell me you were amphibious?" He wrinkles his nose. "Actually, how has this never come up before?
Chanyeol winces. "Wasn't important."
"Not important?" Baekhyun brandishes the PADD. "I just had to reschedule the next two weeks of delivery because you can't climb out of the goddamn bathtub. We'll be lucky if these assholes even pay us."
Chanyeol drapes a dripping hand over his face. "Sorry. I'll make it up to you."
Baekhyun tucks the PADD away and asks, softer, "What's the deal, anyway?"
Chanyeol's tentacles bubble sadly in the water behind him. "I've never gone this long without a dunk before," he mutters. He crosses his arms at the edge of the tub and tucks his chin over them, looking glum. "That's how it works. I stay away for six months, and-" His shoulders jerk. "This happens. Gotta make up for lost time, I guess."
Baekhyun chews on his bottom lip, thinking. A moment later he climbs to his feet, circling the tub with interest. "So what if it rains?"
"Doesn't work. I have to be fully submerged in a body of water. Hasn't happened since-"
"Saturn, right." Baekhyun makes it back around and crouches down in front of him. "Wait. Does this mean you have gills?"
Chanyeol peers up, eyes narrow. After a minute, he raises his arms to expose his sides. Thin slits right above each lower rib. Baekhyun reaches out despite himself, a finger tracing along the warm, wet edge of one of the flaps, and Chanyeol flinches. "Tickles," he explains, tossing his head in a smooth arc. His damp hair settles in a slick cascade down the back of his neck. Orange with green shouldn't work. On Chanyeol, though, it seems natural. Baekhyun's kind of pissed he doesn't look like a cephalopodic Trollz doll.
The verdant glow's been receding all day. When Chanyeol finally heaves himself out of the water, the limbs he stretches across the tile are decidedly bipedal, the long pink bowlegs Baekhyun's gotten used to in the better part of the past year. Baekhyun pokes his thigh just to make sure. Chanyeol shoves him away and clambers to his feet. Nearly slips on a puddle of soapy water hopping into his jeans, but Baekhyun manages to steady him with a hand to the elbow. "Careful," he says. "Wouldn't want you to squirt ink all over me or anything."
Chanyeol sends him an unimpressed look, hair dripping into his flushed face. Baekhyun magnanimously offers him a towel.
Business means Baekhyun's met plenty of aliens on the road. He's fucked a lot of them, too, if the opportunity arose and they weren't out for his blood (and still, sometimes, even then). Chanyeol's interesting because it's not like Baekhyun can really hit and quit the amphibious alter ego of someone he's been cohabiting with for eight months. He'd taken Chanyeol on as a mechanic, but the truth is-he's good company. Baekhyun doesn't really feel like losing him any time soon. He's not quite sure what the best angle of approach is, so he defaults to what he knows they do best. Talking.
Or, at least, that's the plan. It'd be a lot easier if Chanyeol weren't actively avoiding him. The EXO isn't a big ship. When Chanyeol's zooming through engine repairs, it makes sense that he's too busy. In the morning, though, after Baekhyun pulls out of the rest stop, he sets course to Andromeda and lets the systems run on autopilot. He checks the engine room, the transporter room, and the main cargo hold, but Chanyeol's like a ghost. Can't be cornered. It's beginning to feel like they're playing a very advanced, very annoying game of hide-and-seek.
In the end, Chanyeol comes to him. Baekhyun's drifting off in the captain's seat as they sail by the streaking tail of a comet. Chanyeol slides into the copilot chair and knees Baekhyun's side hard enough that Baekhyun sends the half-finished bag of chips in his lap flying across the control panel when he jolts awake.
"Hey," Baekhyun says. He stares down the barrel of the phaser Chanyeol's got pointed an inch away from his face and goes very still. "Kinky. Shouldn't we talk about this first?"
Chanyeol eyes him warily. When he speaks, his voice is level. "Now that you know about me, I need to know you aren't going to kill me."
"Funny," Baekhyun says casually, "considering you're the one with the gun in his hand."
"You know why the militia in Kepler were after me?" Chanyeol continues. "They wanted to harvest me for parts. I'm not normal, see. They saw a business opportunity."
Baekhyun knits his brow with a deep scowl. He bats Chanyeol's gun arm away, ignores the muted sound of shock. "What the fuck, Chanyeol? What kind of person do you think I am? I'm not going to sell you for parts, idiot. You're much more valuable to me in one piece."
"Oh," Chanyeol says drily. His index finger's still on the trigger, but he isn't about to jam it under Baekhyun's nose anymore. "That's very comforting."
Baekhyun yawns and stretches his arms back to crack his spine. "I didn't mean that like it sounded."
"How did you mean it?"
"I like you too much alive to sell you as mermaid meat, okay? Don't be stupid." He works his knuckles into the corners of his eyes and blinks the pressure afterimages away, glares indignantly at Chanyeol's face. His very human face. He doesn't look out of the ordinary at all. Well, maybe he was more handsome than the average human, but that didn't have anything to do with moonlighting as an octopus man. "Are we done here?"
Chanyeol slumps back into the copilot chair and powers the phaser down, fingers threading through his hair. His mouth thins for a minute. "I'm. Jesus. I'm sorry, I didn't actually think you would-I was just. I had to be sure."
Baekhyun nibbles at the cuticle of his thumb. "No," he murmurs, willing the tightness in his chest to loosen. "It's alright." Chanyeol's always so loud and present and open that Baekhyun never stopped to consider that he was hiding something, just like everyone else. Withholding the whole truth was only natural. "I get it. Self-preservation instincts." He glances sharply to the side. "What were you saying, earlier? About not being normal. I should know everything, if you're gonna stay with the ship." He pauses, finger pad warm against the center of his bottom lip. "If you want to, I mean."
"Yeah, of course I do." Chanyeol curls his feet underneath his legs (Feet! Legs! As if everything that happened in the past 24 hours was just a crazy fever dream) and gazes out the window. He looks tired. "My dad's from Tau Ceti. Coleoid. My mom's human. I'm a hybrid."
Baekhyun exhales. "I see. No wonder the guys from Kepler wanted you."
"My sister turned out totally normal," Chanyeol continues. "Me, though." He grimaces. "In water, I'm like him. Otherwise, I'm like her. Puberty was not fun."
Baekhyun shoots him a pensive look. "So your mom was into the tentacle sex, huh?"
Chanyeol swings a fist into Baekhyun's arm. "You shithead," he snaps, "don't talk about my mom like that," but his shoulders are relaxing for the first time since Baekhyun found him in the bathtub. He considers it a minor victory.
The major one comes later, after they've docked to refuel and rehydrate at an off-the-grid space station halfway between the Milky Way and Andromeda. Baekhyun catches Chanyeol outside the ship's sonic shower getting ready for sleep. He rises on tiptoe and pulls Chanyeol down by the collar, sucks Chanyeol's tongue into his mouth, eyes crinkling as he smiles.
"Still want to have sex with me?" Chanyeol mumbles.
"You sound surprised," Baekhyun says, sliding his hands underneath Chanyeol's shirt. "Shouldn't you know better by now? I don't care about the tentacles."
"Of course not," Chanyeol says, and now he's just amused. And turned on, from what Baekhyun can feel against his thigh. He licks his palm and tucks his head into Chanyeol's neck, lips moving over his quick pulse, and sticks the hand down Chanyeol's boxers. His fingers wrap around the familiar weight of Chanyeol's stiffening dick. Chanyeol's breath stutters as Baekhyun jerks him off, palm pumping as slow as he can manage. His thumb brushes just underneath the head. Chanyeol staggers sideways and drags him down the hall into the cabin.
The mattress is soft behind Baekhyun's back. He lets Chanyeol toss his pants aside and fold an arm over his waist, press him into the mattress. His mouth descends a moment later, envelops the tip of Baekhyun's dick and bears inexorably down until it's all Baekhyun can focus on anymore.
He cranes his neck back and hits the headboard. Chanyeol sucks twice more and then pulls off with a wet pop, shifts up to mouth at Baekhyun's neck, breath panting across his skin. Baekhyun expects the hand that closes around his hip but not the squirm of something slicker against the curve of his ass. His eyes dart down, and-Chanyeol's green again. That's impossible. There's no water in Baekhyun's bedroom.
He inhales to say something but one of Chanyeol's tentacles snakes up his chest faster than Baekhyun's eyes can follow, and then it's pushing past his lips to sit heavy on his tongue. Baekhyun swallows shallowly. The sticky fluid tastes sweet, almost syrupy. Like he's deep-throating a warm jelly popsicle. He gives it an experimental suck and the appendage swells a little in his mouth, pulsating, a tiny heartbeat drumming against the inside of his cheek. He makes a muffled noise around it and Chanyeol puts a finger to his lips.
"Do that again," he says, avalanche voice rougher than Baekhyun's ever heard it. "The sucking thing." Baekhyun breathes in through his nose and complies with dazed enthusiasm, meeting Chanyeol's eyes through the phosphorescent glow. The tentacle circling his asshole tests the opening more insistently and Baekhyun's spine arches, limp arms falling wide of their own volition. Feels almost like he's floating. He can't remember the last time he was this relaxed. Tentacles coil around his wrists and ankles to hold him spread-eagle. His chest juts out in the cool air. Chanyeol's grin shows all his teeth by now. "If you insist." Two tentacles wiggle up to trace his nipples and another wraps around his erection, encases it completely, so tight it feels like Chanyeol's milking him-but no, that's just a distraction for when the thickest one probing at his ass finally presses forward, and-
Baekhyun wakes up so hard he can barely sit up. His bedclothes are soaked clean through with sweat. When he unclenches his hands, there's a neat set of semicircles cut into each of his palms. Chanyeol's tinkering in the kitchen, his low rumbling hum bouncing off the walls. He's close enough to hear everything, but Baekhyun doesn't care anymore; he stuffs three fingers into his mouth up to the last knuckle and fists his dick, jacks off thinking about Chanyeol's tentacles pulling him apart and fucking him open, aching with need down to his bones.
He knows himself too well to assume that'll be the end of it. Deliveries are only a temporary distraction, and Chanyeol's sheer proximity just makes it worse. He shuffles into the kitchen most mornings, hair wavy and unkempt, and the sudden visual of auburn hair on green skin that pops up in Baekhyun's head knocks all the air out of his lungs. In between jobs Chanyeol walks around the ship in a sleeveless shirt streaked with perspiration and motor oil from the engine room, and Baekhyun imagines the slick side of sticky fluid up his leg. Chanyeol's arms flexing as they hold him down, his tentacles pulsing around Baekhyun's ankles. He has to lock himself in the bathroom to pound one out every time it happens. When he closes his eyes, all he can see is green.
They drop off their last package of the Federation calendar year in the Andorian system. Baekhyun's so frustrated by then he nearly flies them into a meteor shower on the way out. "You seem tense lately," Chanyeol remarks, dropping into the copilot chair, legs tossed over the armrest.
They watch an asteroid swing dangerously close to starboard. "No thanks to you," Baekhyun mutters. He spares Chanyeol a glance, stomach lurching at the careless tangle of limbs, before busying himself with the control panel.
Chanyeol huffs. "I didn't do anything." When Baekhyun gazes over again, Chanyeol looks the very picture of innocence-except for the unmistakable rise of the corner of his mouth. The tip of his tongue peeks out to swipe at the seam of his lips and Baekhyun's throat constricts, dry and ashy. His jaw goes slack. Chanyeol bats his eyelashes. "What? You thought I wouldn't be able to tell? I hear you in the bathroom. You've got an awful imagination and you'd do anything just to say you tried it." He leans forward, arms coming together beneath his calves, fingers laced. "Gotta scratch that itch."
That's not what this is, Baekhyun thinks, it isn't just sexual curiosity, but Chanyeol probably doesn't have the patience to entertain Baekhyun's weirder, vaguely romantic sentiments. "We should have tentacle sex," he says, mouth curling, because that part's easy. "Immediately."
"You realize it won't be the same," Chanyeol returns, eyebrows rising. "As the usual."
"That's exactly why," Baekhyun says. His smile widens.
Chanyeol starts laughing. "Okay," he says slowly. "What do you have in mind?"
They dock on Titan. In Jongdae's backyard, actually: the long expanse of terraformed lawn that stretches from his low-rise fence down to the big hydrocarbon lake. Figures he'd have waterfront property.
Baekhyun's barely knocked before the front door flies open. Jongdae socks him in the gut and chases it with a fierce hug, nose buried in his nape. "Hey, buddy," Baekhyun wheezes. "Long time no see."
"You know the authorities will have you flagged within the week," Jongdae says, pulling back to stare at him.
Baekhyun shrugs. "I guess we're only staying a week, then. Needed a vacation." He turns and waves at Chanyeol. "This is Chanyeol. He's a mechanic. Chanyeol, this is Jongdae-"
Jongdae reaches out to shake Chanyeol's hand, face creasing with his grin. "I went to school with Baekhyun. I'm in real estate."
"Ah," Chanyeol says. "Is that lucrative?"
Jongdae grabs their meager luggage and ushers them inside the house, starts lugging Baekhyun's suitcase to the spiral staircase winding up toward the guest wing. Chanyeol whistles softly. "You could say that."
"We'll only need one room," Baekhyun says, following him up the stairs.
Jongdae snorts. "I figured." He sets the suitcase down outside the suite Baekhyun usually stays in when he visits. "Don't get too messy, asshole. Last time the housekeeper kept finding feathers in the bathroom for weeks after you left."
When he's gone, Chanyeol flops over on the floral bedspread and grins. "Jongdae seems nice. I like him."
"We've known each other long enough that he doesn't ask questions," Baekhyun replies, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it on the floor. "It's one of his many charms."
Chanyeol chews on his lip as he watches Baekhyun undress. "We're really doing this, huh?"
Baekhyun crawls up the bed and straddles him, plucks at the flimsy material of Chanyeol's muscle shirt. "Only if you want to."
"I haven't told that many people, you know," Chanyeol says. His hands settle on Baekhyun's waist. "For some reason I hadn't foreseen this reaction."
Baekhyun pitches forward, noses at the line of Chanyeol's jaw. "Better than you expected?"
"A lot better," Chanyeol says. There's something in the quality of his voice that Baekhyun can't parse, but he doesn't get a chance to think about it too deeply before Chanyeol's tossed him over his shoulder, bone digging into Baekhyun's abdomen. He makes a beeline for the bathroom as Baekhyun pounds half-heartedly on his back.
The Jacuzzi's as big as Baekhyun remembers, gold taps and jasmine bath salt sitting on one end. Definitely an upgrade from the shitty rest stop bathroom off Zarmina. Chanyeol deposits Baekhyun at the edge of the tub and shucks his clothes as it fills. Steam rises off the water. Baekhyun dips his toes in and flexes his feet, knees jiggling with anticipation.
Once the water level's high enough Chanyeol shoves him in without warning. Baekhyun's head goes under and he splutters, twisting to face the ceiling as he comes up for air. Chanyeol grins and hops in after him, crushes Baekhyun's body into the smooth tile. Slants a warm mouth over his, fingers scrabbling across the ladder of Baekhyun's ribs, and matches the rapid rise of his breathing.
Baekhyun keeps his eyes wide open. The transformation is something else. Green spiders across Chanyeol's skin like ink on a page. A nascent tentacle's already prodding inquisitively at Baekhyun's navel when his eyes dart down to survey the lower half off Chanyeol's body. Chanyeol's mouth roams over his chin and down the wet column of his neck as two thicker appendages emerge from the water and curl over his shoulders, suction cups pulling gently at his skin. Baekhyun draws in a sharp breath.
Chanyeol raises his head, eyes flickering. "Aren't going to chicken out on me now, are you?"
Baekhyun kisses him. His hands come up to cradle Chanyeol's nape. Chanyeol sighs into it. A minute later, Baekhyun feels something tug his dick to full attention, pumping in time with the roll of Baekhyun's hips. Chanyeol tucks his head down to lick a wide swathe across Baekhyun's collarbones and two thin tentacles twist together above the crown of his head before nudging into Baekhyun's mouth. He gags a little when they hit the back of his throat and throb against his tongue. It's a lot more difficult to breathe through his nose than it was in Baekhyun's dreams, but the lightheadedness makes him slump against Chanyeol's chest, loose and slack.
"Alright?" Chanyeol asks, sounding concerned even as several tentacles tighten in a neat line around Baekhyun's legs and pull them so far apart his thighs burn. Baekhyun nods, and swallows hard enough that Chanyeol's forehead falls against his shoulder, breath catching in his chest.
His tentacles start swelling a beat later-all of them, in tandem. Baekhyun's mouth stretches wider to accommodate, jaw aching, eyes narrowing into slits. The one around his dick clenches. Baekhyun tries to buck up into it but he can't move anymore. He's spread out too much to gain any real leverage, and when he tries to move his arms a tentacle snakes around to pin them to his sides. "Please," he tries to say, but the tentacles have effectively cut him off from any type of verbal communication. All he can do is suck, hot and desperate and helpless, nails digging into the skin of his own thighs.
Baekhyun tenses as something thick and slippery brushes against his asshole. "This what you wanted?" Chanyeol asks, watching him closely. Baekhyun's flush rolls down his entire body, a dull whine bubbling up from deep in his chest. The tentacles around his legs pull him even further apart. He's going to ache like a motherfucker in the morning but for now the sting shoots straight to his cock, the muscles in his thighs stretched taut. Baekhyun feels like a wound spring, coiled as tight as he can go, waiting, just waiting for-
The tentacle that rubs his asshole starts out skinny enough to fit inside without much friction at all. Baekhyun makes a frustrated noise and Chanyeol laughs along the shell of his ear, a finger flicking one of Baekhyun's nipples.
"Not enough?"
Baekhyun glares at him, vision wobbling. He sets the edge of his teeth against the soft center of a suction cup and the tentacles bat at the roof of his mouth, squirming against the bulge of his cheeks. Chanyeol hisses. The tentacles around his legs pull taut. Baekhyun's eyes water. He inhales as best he can and clenches his ass meaningfully.
"Fine," Chanyeol says, "fine," and the tentacle grows in answer. Slowly at first, almost imperceptible through the overwhelming pressure in his mouth and the steady stroke of the handjob-tentaclejob-that's working over his straining erection. But Chanyeol bites the lobe of Baekhyun's ear, twists a second tentacle to join the first probing inside him, and Baekhyun definitely feels it then, the rim of his ass stretching around the ballooning swell. That's when he notices the thrusting, too, shallow and tentative, the tips brushing against Baekhyun's prostate just enough to make him shudder.
He clenches again and Chanyeol moans, voice breaking. Baekhyun struggles to smile around all the tentacle in his mouth. He tries to grind down on the pseudodick, with little success, but it doesn't matter: a moment later Chanyeol thrusts it deep inside him and Baekhyun chokes, legs quivering. He's stuffed so full he feels like he might burst, Chanyeol so completely in and around him that he can't blink without feeling something slide or swell or stroke.
And-Chanyeol hasn't really moved at all. Baekhyun's already flirting with the edge and Chanyeol hasn't even fucked him properly. He's just holding Baekhyun there, pushed up against the side of the tub, impatient and unfulfilled.
Baekhyun unballs his fists and catches one of Chanyeol's tentacles between his fingers. Chanyeol pauses from his quest to gnaw off Baekhyun's ear and gazes down at him.
"You ready?"
Baekhyun squeezes tenderly. He sees the flash of Chanyeol's smile, the kind of awestruck wonder scrawled on his face that anyone would have enough implicit trust in him for this, that anyone could want this, and then-and then Baekhyun can't see anything anymore because his eyes are rolling back in his head. The tentacles in his ass start pistoning in earnest, wriggling in as deep as they'll go, rubbing relentless circles against his prostate. The one wound around his dick sucks so tight it's almost painful. Baekhyun's jaw lolls and a reedy whimper scrapes out of his throat as tentacles unwrap from around his limbs and torso in favor of fucking him so hard he can't focus on anything else-not breathing, not sucking, not staying afloat. The only things holding him above water now are Chanyeol's arms, locked around his waist, keeping him in place as the tentacles work to draw out Baekhyun's protracted orgasm.
Baekhyun comes like he's falling without a parachute. His feet curl against the bottom of the tub and his back bows in a perfect arch and his lips tremble, body so tense the ache doesn't even register anymore. At some point the tentacles in his mouth recede and Chanyeol shoves his tongue down Baekhyun's throat instead, swallowing each tired pant that tumbles out. Baekhyun tightens around the tentacles still wedged up his ass and Chanyeol stiffens, a wash of viscous fluid oozing out of his tentacles all at once. Baekhyun brushes a finger down one of them and pops it in his mouth. It's sweeter than the rest.
He licks his lips, head thudding against the edge of the tub. When he gathers enough energy to lift his hand out of the water, his skin's gone all pruney. "Gonna turn into a human raisin," Baekhyun mutters.
Chanyeol's mouth lifts. Baekhyun's lids flutter shut and the entire world seems to lurch-when he opens them again he's stretched out on the guest bed, Chanyeol sprawled next to him in all his amphibious glory. His hair drips in Baekhyun's face. "Sleep," Chanyeol rumbles, deep and comforting, so Baekhyun does.
He rolls over the next day to slime residue on the sheets and humanoid Chanyeol breathing noisily into the pillows. Somewhere, a clock chimes half past noon. Jongdae pokes his head into the room ten minutes later, when Baekhyun's still drowsy as shit, and takes in the congealing tracks with a long-suffering sigh.
"I don't want to know," he says, narrowing his eyes at Baekhyun's grin. The door clicks shut again before Baekhyun can say anything.
When Chanyeol resurfaces, he spares a cursory glance at the rest of the room and asks, "He isn't too mad, is he?"
"Nah," Baekhyun says, yawning. He turns his face into Chanyeol's shoulder and breathes in the smell of jasmine. "We should probably do the laundry for him, though. Don't want to push our luck."
"That seems fair," Chanyeol mumbles, amused, and lets Baekhyun kiss his way to his mouth.
fin
A/N: DEAR KOZE, I'M REALLY SORRY I COULDN'T FIT THE MPREG INTO THIS, it was fucking with the pacing and the tone of the story so... please anticipate a forthcoming second installment in this au... i guess... bye
ETA: now with an mpreg sequel
Pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
Rating: nc17
Genre: au, sci-fi
Warnings: swearing, sex, tentacles
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: picking up a hitchhiker turns out to be one of the best decisions baekhyun's ever made. for yeolie, for exoforsichuan. 5,445 words.
The dingy rest stop orbiting just off Zarmina is the first one that's had working H2O showers since Saturn. "Oh my God," Baekhyun groans. He swipes his fingers across the bottom of the central control panel. The ship drops onto the landing pad in a cloud of dust, the entire frame trembling, like it's going to crumble any second now. Probably will. "Civilization at last."
He ducks out of the stale cockpit and rolls his shoulders, slides a hand under his shirt to rub the kinks out of his back. The air in the hallway isn't much better. Chanyeol's hanging off the couch in the belly of the ship, mouth spread wide as he snores. There's a trickle of spit drying on his chin. Baekhyun kicks the sofa and grins when Chanyeol lurches awake with a loud snort.
"Honey," Baekhyun says, in the sleaziest voice he can manage. "We're here."
Chanyeol snorts again, scraping a hand over his face. He tries to resituate himself on the couch but ends up falling flat on his ass instead. Baekhyun swallows a laugh and sidesteps the long sprawl of his body. "Zarmina?" Chanyeol grunts. "Already?"
"Yeah," Baekhyun says. "I knew a shortcut." He yanks a heavy crate off the shelves and loads it onto the hovercart for easy moving. "I'm going on-world to deliver the package, restock food, blah blah. See if you can fix the ship up with the funds we have left." He jerks a thumb out the window toward the rest stop accommodations. "And take advantage of the water showers, will you? You smell like garbage."
"Fuck you," Chanyeol croaks. Baekhyun's mouth twitches. He ducks on the way out and one of the throw pillows bounces off the arch of the door behind him.
The only city on Zarmina is an ex-Federation colony gone rogue, which means the usual (read: legal) modes of intergalactic snail mail don't apply. Perfect for his line of work.
Growing up, Baekhyun'd bummed around the inner solar system for as many years as he could, hopping from planet to planet until the feds and the gangbangers caught up. Before he got kicked out past the asteroid belt once and for all, he scored a sweet spaceship off some rich tool in a poker game on New Mars and started hauling crap across the galaxy for pay, like a modern day Han Solo. He'd acquired Chanyeol near the Kepler system after a run-in with the local militia. Baekhyun needed someone good with engines and Chanyeol needed to hightail it before he got his fucking head blown off. Baekhyun saved his life with minimal collateral damage to the EXO. Three jobs later, Chanyeol returned the favor. The mechanic stuck.
As far as tradeoffs go, the latest runs pretty smooth. Last time he was in this quadrant, Baekhyun'd been mistaken for an escapee from maximum-security prison on Gliese 667C. A hit had been issued. They'd nearly lost the ship in an explosion. At this point, anything would be an improvement. Baekhyun takes a shuttle down from the rest stop, delivers the crate to a super sketchy Cardassian, and purchases a metric ton of instant noodles from an even sketchier monopod near the docks.
By the time he gets back and finishes loading the food onto the ship, it's barely been four hours since he first left. Fastest transaction he's made in months. When he checks ship status the EXO's refueled, but there's still a huge dent in the hull from Alpha Centauri and the engine room's overheated. Baekhyun assumes Chanyeol's gone to scrounge for supplies. He inhales two packs of Maruchan and passes out on the sofa.
When Baekhyun wakes up at 0900, his throat is so dry it sticks as he swallows. He can still taste gritty MSG along the roof of his mouth. It takes him a minute to remember the water showers. He grabs a towel and stumbles out of the ship. The only stall unoccupied is the tiniest one in the facility, but Baekhyun doesn't take up much room. He's so happy about getting an actual shower after months without that he starts singing, scratchy tenor blending in with the drum of water against the tiles and what sounds like a crustacean shedding his shell two stalls over.
Afterwards, Chanyeol's still nowhere to be found. Baekhyun towels his hair dry in the cockpit and switches the PA system on. "Chanyeol," he yells, feedback crackling through the speakers. "I swear to God I'll take off without you, so get your ass back to the ship. We've got deadlines to meet, idiot."
He dozes off again in the captain's chair. They're officially behind schedule when he comes to. He'd never tell Chanyeol, but he's beginning to get a little worried. He cards a hand through his hair and doesn't stoop in time to avoid hitting his forehead against the doorframe of the cockpit. He grabs a phaser from storage and tucks it into his pants on his way back out.
No sign of Chanyeol in the mess hall across from the refueling area, or the spare parts shop, or the repair hangar. Baekhyun asks security about a tall-ass humanoid with huge eyes and elf ears. A couple of guards recognize the description but nobody's seen him since yesterday afternoon, pretty soon after Baekhyun went down to deliver his package. Weird.
Last place he checks are the showers. He had told Chanyeol to enjoy the fruits of civilization while he had the chance, but unless the idiot got himself washed down the drain Baekhyun can't see how he could've disappeared. First stall reveals two slug-types engaged in heavy petting or something. Baekhyun makes a face and tiptoes past the next three empty stalls. The molting crustacean from yesterday is in stall 5. There's no sound of water running in the last stall but the door's jammed. Baekhyun knocks. "Occupied," comes a high, breathy voice.
Jesus. "Don't do impressions, Chanyeol," Baekhyun sighs. "You're fucking shit at them."
There's a long pause, and then a groan. "Listen, Baekhyun-"
Baekhyun pushes against the door. It's still stuck. Jimmying the lock doesn't work. "Let me in."
"No," Chanyeol says, sounding a little panicked. "Hold on."
Baekhyun frowns. "What's up with you?"
"I'm, uh. Indecent?"
"Really? That's your excuse? You can tell me if you have a dildo stuck up your ass or something, you know I won't judge-"
"That's not-I just don't want you to-"
Baekhyun makes an irritated noise and aims the phaser at the lock, blasts a hole straight through. They can put the cost for repairs on his tab.
This is the biggest stall in the facility. Pink suds wash across the tiled floor and lap at Baekhyun's boots. Instead of a showerhead hanging from the ceiling, an actual tub sits at the center of the room, but that isn't why Baekhyun's staring.
Chanyeol-well. His skin's bright green for one. In high school, Baekhyun's friend Jongdae had turned a similar shade of green when he ingested too many expired Venusian ostrich eggs. He'd had to get his stomach pumped. Chanyeol, though-Chanyeol looks like he's glowing. Despite the color this is the healthiest Baekhyun's ever seen him. Baekhyun takes a step closer and catches the lower half of Chanyeol's body through the bathwater. Instead of legs all he sees is a dense curtain of tentacle, sticky green fluid oozing gently out of suction cups on the underside of each appendage. As he watches, one of them lifts up out of the water and curls around Baekhyun's ankle, slippery and pulsating.
"I can explain," Chanyeol says weakly. "It isn't permanent."
Baekhyun blinks and tilts his head, considering. "This why you never want to have shower sex with me?"
It takes Chanyeol the rest of the day to shift back into human form. Land form. Whatever. Baekhyun spends most of it sitting with his back against the stall door, sneaking peeks at Chanyeol's transformation over the edge of his PADD.
Chanyeol clears his throat the third time he catches Baekhyun's eye. "Aren't you going to ask?"
Baekhyun shuffles his feet. "Were you ever going to tell me you were amphibious?" He wrinkles his nose. "Actually, how has this never come up before?
Chanyeol winces. "Wasn't important."
"Not important?" Baekhyun brandishes the PADD. "I just had to reschedule the next two weeks of delivery because you can't climb out of the goddamn bathtub. We'll be lucky if these assholes even pay us."
Chanyeol drapes a dripping hand over his face. "Sorry. I'll make it up to you."
Baekhyun tucks the PADD away and asks, softer, "What's the deal, anyway?"
Chanyeol's tentacles bubble sadly in the water behind him. "I've never gone this long without a dunk before," he mutters. He crosses his arms at the edge of the tub and tucks his chin over them, looking glum. "That's how it works. I stay away for six months, and-" His shoulders jerk. "This happens. Gotta make up for lost time, I guess."
Baekhyun chews on his bottom lip, thinking. A moment later he climbs to his feet, circling the tub with interest. "So what if it rains?"
"Doesn't work. I have to be fully submerged in a body of water. Hasn't happened since-"
"Saturn, right." Baekhyun makes it back around and crouches down in front of him. "Wait. Does this mean you have gills?"
Chanyeol peers up, eyes narrow. After a minute, he raises his arms to expose his sides. Thin slits right above each lower rib. Baekhyun reaches out despite himself, a finger tracing along the warm, wet edge of one of the flaps, and Chanyeol flinches. "Tickles," he explains, tossing his head in a smooth arc. His damp hair settles in a slick cascade down the back of his neck. Orange with green shouldn't work. On Chanyeol, though, it seems natural. Baekhyun's kind of pissed he doesn't look like a cephalopodic Trollz doll.
The verdant glow's been receding all day. When Chanyeol finally heaves himself out of the water, the limbs he stretches across the tile are decidedly bipedal, the long pink bowlegs Baekhyun's gotten used to in the better part of the past year. Baekhyun pokes his thigh just to make sure. Chanyeol shoves him away and clambers to his feet. Nearly slips on a puddle of soapy water hopping into his jeans, but Baekhyun manages to steady him with a hand to the elbow. "Careful," he says. "Wouldn't want you to squirt ink all over me or anything."
Chanyeol sends him an unimpressed look, hair dripping into his flushed face. Baekhyun magnanimously offers him a towel.
Business means Baekhyun's met plenty of aliens on the road. He's fucked a lot of them, too, if the opportunity arose and they weren't out for his blood (and still, sometimes, even then). Chanyeol's interesting because it's not like Baekhyun can really hit and quit the amphibious alter ego of someone he's been cohabiting with for eight months. He'd taken Chanyeol on as a mechanic, but the truth is-he's good company. Baekhyun doesn't really feel like losing him any time soon. He's not quite sure what the best angle of approach is, so he defaults to what he knows they do best. Talking.
Or, at least, that's the plan. It'd be a lot easier if Chanyeol weren't actively avoiding him. The EXO isn't a big ship. When Chanyeol's zooming through engine repairs, it makes sense that he's too busy. In the morning, though, after Baekhyun pulls out of the rest stop, he sets course to Andromeda and lets the systems run on autopilot. He checks the engine room, the transporter room, and the main cargo hold, but Chanyeol's like a ghost. Can't be cornered. It's beginning to feel like they're playing a very advanced, very annoying game of hide-and-seek.
In the end, Chanyeol comes to him. Baekhyun's drifting off in the captain's seat as they sail by the streaking tail of a comet. Chanyeol slides into the copilot chair and knees Baekhyun's side hard enough that Baekhyun sends the half-finished bag of chips in his lap flying across the control panel when he jolts awake.
"Hey," Baekhyun says. He stares down the barrel of the phaser Chanyeol's got pointed an inch away from his face and goes very still. "Kinky. Shouldn't we talk about this first?"
Chanyeol eyes him warily. When he speaks, his voice is level. "Now that you know about me, I need to know you aren't going to kill me."
"Funny," Baekhyun says casually, "considering you're the one with the gun in his hand."
"You know why the militia in Kepler were after me?" Chanyeol continues. "They wanted to harvest me for parts. I'm not normal, see. They saw a business opportunity."
Baekhyun knits his brow with a deep scowl. He bats Chanyeol's gun arm away, ignores the muted sound of shock. "What the fuck, Chanyeol? What kind of person do you think I am? I'm not going to sell you for parts, idiot. You're much more valuable to me in one piece."
"Oh," Chanyeol says drily. His index finger's still on the trigger, but he isn't about to jam it under Baekhyun's nose anymore. "That's very comforting."
Baekhyun yawns and stretches his arms back to crack his spine. "I didn't mean that like it sounded."
"How did you mean it?"
"I like you too much alive to sell you as mermaid meat, okay? Don't be stupid." He works his knuckles into the corners of his eyes and blinks the pressure afterimages away, glares indignantly at Chanyeol's face. His very human face. He doesn't look out of the ordinary at all. Well, maybe he was more handsome than the average human, but that didn't have anything to do with moonlighting as an octopus man. "Are we done here?"
Chanyeol slumps back into the copilot chair and powers the phaser down, fingers threading through his hair. His mouth thins for a minute. "I'm. Jesus. I'm sorry, I didn't actually think you would-I was just. I had to be sure."
Baekhyun nibbles at the cuticle of his thumb. "No," he murmurs, willing the tightness in his chest to loosen. "It's alright." Chanyeol's always so loud and present and open that Baekhyun never stopped to consider that he was hiding something, just like everyone else. Withholding the whole truth was only natural. "I get it. Self-preservation instincts." He glances sharply to the side. "What were you saying, earlier? About not being normal. I should know everything, if you're gonna stay with the ship." He pauses, finger pad warm against the center of his bottom lip. "If you want to, I mean."
"Yeah, of course I do." Chanyeol curls his feet underneath his legs (Feet! Legs! As if everything that happened in the past 24 hours was just a crazy fever dream) and gazes out the window. He looks tired. "My dad's from Tau Ceti. Coleoid. My mom's human. I'm a hybrid."
Baekhyun exhales. "I see. No wonder the guys from Kepler wanted you."
"My sister turned out totally normal," Chanyeol continues. "Me, though." He grimaces. "In water, I'm like him. Otherwise, I'm like her. Puberty was not fun."
Baekhyun shoots him a pensive look. "So your mom was into the tentacle sex, huh?"
Chanyeol swings a fist into Baekhyun's arm. "You shithead," he snaps, "don't talk about my mom like that," but his shoulders are relaxing for the first time since Baekhyun found him in the bathtub. He considers it a minor victory.
The major one comes later, after they've docked to refuel and rehydrate at an off-the-grid space station halfway between the Milky Way and Andromeda. Baekhyun catches Chanyeol outside the ship's sonic shower getting ready for sleep. He rises on tiptoe and pulls Chanyeol down by the collar, sucks Chanyeol's tongue into his mouth, eyes crinkling as he smiles.
"Still want to have sex with me?" Chanyeol mumbles.
"You sound surprised," Baekhyun says, sliding his hands underneath Chanyeol's shirt. "Shouldn't you know better by now? I don't care about the tentacles."
"Of course not," Chanyeol says, and now he's just amused. And turned on, from what Baekhyun can feel against his thigh. He licks his palm and tucks his head into Chanyeol's neck, lips moving over his quick pulse, and sticks the hand down Chanyeol's boxers. His fingers wrap around the familiar weight of Chanyeol's stiffening dick. Chanyeol's breath stutters as Baekhyun jerks him off, palm pumping as slow as he can manage. His thumb brushes just underneath the head. Chanyeol staggers sideways and drags him down the hall into the cabin.
The mattress is soft behind Baekhyun's back. He lets Chanyeol toss his pants aside and fold an arm over his waist, press him into the mattress. His mouth descends a moment later, envelops the tip of Baekhyun's dick and bears inexorably down until it's all Baekhyun can focus on anymore.
He cranes his neck back and hits the headboard. Chanyeol sucks twice more and then pulls off with a wet pop, shifts up to mouth at Baekhyun's neck, breath panting across his skin. Baekhyun expects the hand that closes around his hip but not the squirm of something slicker against the curve of his ass. His eyes dart down, and-Chanyeol's green again. That's impossible. There's no water in Baekhyun's bedroom.
He inhales to say something but one of Chanyeol's tentacles snakes up his chest faster than Baekhyun's eyes can follow, and then it's pushing past his lips to sit heavy on his tongue. Baekhyun swallows shallowly. The sticky fluid tastes sweet, almost syrupy. Like he's deep-throating a warm jelly popsicle. He gives it an experimental suck and the appendage swells a little in his mouth, pulsating, a tiny heartbeat drumming against the inside of his cheek. He makes a muffled noise around it and Chanyeol puts a finger to his lips.
"Do that again," he says, avalanche voice rougher than Baekhyun's ever heard it. "The sucking thing." Baekhyun breathes in through his nose and complies with dazed enthusiasm, meeting Chanyeol's eyes through the phosphorescent glow. The tentacle circling his asshole tests the opening more insistently and Baekhyun's spine arches, limp arms falling wide of their own volition. Feels almost like he's floating. He can't remember the last time he was this relaxed. Tentacles coil around his wrists and ankles to hold him spread-eagle. His chest juts out in the cool air. Chanyeol's grin shows all his teeth by now. "If you insist." Two tentacles wiggle up to trace his nipples and another wraps around his erection, encases it completely, so tight it feels like Chanyeol's milking him-but no, that's just a distraction for when the thickest one probing at his ass finally presses forward, and-
Baekhyun wakes up so hard he can barely sit up. His bedclothes are soaked clean through with sweat. When he unclenches his hands, there's a neat set of semicircles cut into each of his palms. Chanyeol's tinkering in the kitchen, his low rumbling hum bouncing off the walls. He's close enough to hear everything, but Baekhyun doesn't care anymore; he stuffs three fingers into his mouth up to the last knuckle and fists his dick, jacks off thinking about Chanyeol's tentacles pulling him apart and fucking him open, aching with need down to his bones.
He knows himself too well to assume that'll be the end of it. Deliveries are only a temporary distraction, and Chanyeol's sheer proximity just makes it worse. He shuffles into the kitchen most mornings, hair wavy and unkempt, and the sudden visual of auburn hair on green skin that pops up in Baekhyun's head knocks all the air out of his lungs. In between jobs Chanyeol walks around the ship in a sleeveless shirt streaked with perspiration and motor oil from the engine room, and Baekhyun imagines the slick side of sticky fluid up his leg. Chanyeol's arms flexing as they hold him down, his tentacles pulsing around Baekhyun's ankles. He has to lock himself in the bathroom to pound one out every time it happens. When he closes his eyes, all he can see is green.
They drop off their last package of the Federation calendar year in the Andorian system. Baekhyun's so frustrated by then he nearly flies them into a meteor shower on the way out. "You seem tense lately," Chanyeol remarks, dropping into the copilot chair, legs tossed over the armrest.
They watch an asteroid swing dangerously close to starboard. "No thanks to you," Baekhyun mutters. He spares Chanyeol a glance, stomach lurching at the careless tangle of limbs, before busying himself with the control panel.
Chanyeol huffs. "I didn't do anything." When Baekhyun gazes over again, Chanyeol looks the very picture of innocence-except for the unmistakable rise of the corner of his mouth. The tip of his tongue peeks out to swipe at the seam of his lips and Baekhyun's throat constricts, dry and ashy. His jaw goes slack. Chanyeol bats his eyelashes. "What? You thought I wouldn't be able to tell? I hear you in the bathroom. You've got an awful imagination and you'd do anything just to say you tried it." He leans forward, arms coming together beneath his calves, fingers laced. "Gotta scratch that itch."
That's not what this is, Baekhyun thinks, it isn't just sexual curiosity, but Chanyeol probably doesn't have the patience to entertain Baekhyun's weirder, vaguely romantic sentiments. "We should have tentacle sex," he says, mouth curling, because that part's easy. "Immediately."
"You realize it won't be the same," Chanyeol returns, eyebrows rising. "As the usual."
"That's exactly why," Baekhyun says. His smile widens.
Chanyeol starts laughing. "Okay," he says slowly. "What do you have in mind?"
They dock on Titan. In Jongdae's backyard, actually: the long expanse of terraformed lawn that stretches from his low-rise fence down to the big hydrocarbon lake. Figures he'd have waterfront property.
Baekhyun's barely knocked before the front door flies open. Jongdae socks him in the gut and chases it with a fierce hug, nose buried in his nape. "Hey, buddy," Baekhyun wheezes. "Long time no see."
"You know the authorities will have you flagged within the week," Jongdae says, pulling back to stare at him.
Baekhyun shrugs. "I guess we're only staying a week, then. Needed a vacation." He turns and waves at Chanyeol. "This is Chanyeol. He's a mechanic. Chanyeol, this is Jongdae-"
Jongdae reaches out to shake Chanyeol's hand, face creasing with his grin. "I went to school with Baekhyun. I'm in real estate."
"Ah," Chanyeol says. "Is that lucrative?"
Jongdae grabs their meager luggage and ushers them inside the house, starts lugging Baekhyun's suitcase to the spiral staircase winding up toward the guest wing. Chanyeol whistles softly. "You could say that."
"We'll only need one room," Baekhyun says, following him up the stairs.
Jongdae snorts. "I figured." He sets the suitcase down outside the suite Baekhyun usually stays in when he visits. "Don't get too messy, asshole. Last time the housekeeper kept finding feathers in the bathroom for weeks after you left."
When he's gone, Chanyeol flops over on the floral bedspread and grins. "Jongdae seems nice. I like him."
"We've known each other long enough that he doesn't ask questions," Baekhyun replies, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it on the floor. "It's one of his many charms."
Chanyeol chews on his lip as he watches Baekhyun undress. "We're really doing this, huh?"
Baekhyun crawls up the bed and straddles him, plucks at the flimsy material of Chanyeol's muscle shirt. "Only if you want to."
"I haven't told that many people, you know," Chanyeol says. His hands settle on Baekhyun's waist. "For some reason I hadn't foreseen this reaction."
Baekhyun pitches forward, noses at the line of Chanyeol's jaw. "Better than you expected?"
"A lot better," Chanyeol says. There's something in the quality of his voice that Baekhyun can't parse, but he doesn't get a chance to think about it too deeply before Chanyeol's tossed him over his shoulder, bone digging into Baekhyun's abdomen. He makes a beeline for the bathroom as Baekhyun pounds half-heartedly on his back.
The Jacuzzi's as big as Baekhyun remembers, gold taps and jasmine bath salt sitting on one end. Definitely an upgrade from the shitty rest stop bathroom off Zarmina. Chanyeol deposits Baekhyun at the edge of the tub and shucks his clothes as it fills. Steam rises off the water. Baekhyun dips his toes in and flexes his feet, knees jiggling with anticipation.
Once the water level's high enough Chanyeol shoves him in without warning. Baekhyun's head goes under and he splutters, twisting to face the ceiling as he comes up for air. Chanyeol grins and hops in after him, crushes Baekhyun's body into the smooth tile. Slants a warm mouth over his, fingers scrabbling across the ladder of Baekhyun's ribs, and matches the rapid rise of his breathing.
Baekhyun keeps his eyes wide open. The transformation is something else. Green spiders across Chanyeol's skin like ink on a page. A nascent tentacle's already prodding inquisitively at Baekhyun's navel when his eyes dart down to survey the lower half off Chanyeol's body. Chanyeol's mouth roams over his chin and down the wet column of his neck as two thicker appendages emerge from the water and curl over his shoulders, suction cups pulling gently at his skin. Baekhyun draws in a sharp breath.
Chanyeol raises his head, eyes flickering. "Aren't going to chicken out on me now, are you?"
Baekhyun kisses him. His hands come up to cradle Chanyeol's nape. Chanyeol sighs into it. A minute later, Baekhyun feels something tug his dick to full attention, pumping in time with the roll of Baekhyun's hips. Chanyeol tucks his head down to lick a wide swathe across Baekhyun's collarbones and two thin tentacles twist together above the crown of his head before nudging into Baekhyun's mouth. He gags a little when they hit the back of his throat and throb against his tongue. It's a lot more difficult to breathe through his nose than it was in Baekhyun's dreams, but the lightheadedness makes him slump against Chanyeol's chest, loose and slack.
"Alright?" Chanyeol asks, sounding concerned even as several tentacles tighten in a neat line around Baekhyun's legs and pull them so far apart his thighs burn. Baekhyun nods, and swallows hard enough that Chanyeol's forehead falls against his shoulder, breath catching in his chest.
His tentacles start swelling a beat later-all of them, in tandem. Baekhyun's mouth stretches wider to accommodate, jaw aching, eyes narrowing into slits. The one around his dick clenches. Baekhyun tries to buck up into it but he can't move anymore. He's spread out too much to gain any real leverage, and when he tries to move his arms a tentacle snakes around to pin them to his sides. "Please," he tries to say, but the tentacles have effectively cut him off from any type of verbal communication. All he can do is suck, hot and desperate and helpless, nails digging into the skin of his own thighs.
Baekhyun tenses as something thick and slippery brushes against his asshole. "This what you wanted?" Chanyeol asks, watching him closely. Baekhyun's flush rolls down his entire body, a dull whine bubbling up from deep in his chest. The tentacles around his legs pull him even further apart. He's going to ache like a motherfucker in the morning but for now the sting shoots straight to his cock, the muscles in his thighs stretched taut. Baekhyun feels like a wound spring, coiled as tight as he can go, waiting, just waiting for-
The tentacle that rubs his asshole starts out skinny enough to fit inside without much friction at all. Baekhyun makes a frustrated noise and Chanyeol laughs along the shell of his ear, a finger flicking one of Baekhyun's nipples.
"Not enough?"
Baekhyun glares at him, vision wobbling. He sets the edge of his teeth against the soft center of a suction cup and the tentacles bat at the roof of his mouth, squirming against the bulge of his cheeks. Chanyeol hisses. The tentacles around his legs pull taut. Baekhyun's eyes water. He inhales as best he can and clenches his ass meaningfully.
"Fine," Chanyeol says, "fine," and the tentacle grows in answer. Slowly at first, almost imperceptible through the overwhelming pressure in his mouth and the steady stroke of the handjob-tentaclejob-that's working over his straining erection. But Chanyeol bites the lobe of Baekhyun's ear, twists a second tentacle to join the first probing inside him, and Baekhyun definitely feels it then, the rim of his ass stretching around the ballooning swell. That's when he notices the thrusting, too, shallow and tentative, the tips brushing against Baekhyun's prostate just enough to make him shudder.
He clenches again and Chanyeol moans, voice breaking. Baekhyun struggles to smile around all the tentacle in his mouth. He tries to grind down on the pseudodick, with little success, but it doesn't matter: a moment later Chanyeol thrusts it deep inside him and Baekhyun chokes, legs quivering. He's stuffed so full he feels like he might burst, Chanyeol so completely in and around him that he can't blink without feeling something slide or swell or stroke.
And-Chanyeol hasn't really moved at all. Baekhyun's already flirting with the edge and Chanyeol hasn't even fucked him properly. He's just holding Baekhyun there, pushed up against the side of the tub, impatient and unfulfilled.
Baekhyun unballs his fists and catches one of Chanyeol's tentacles between his fingers. Chanyeol pauses from his quest to gnaw off Baekhyun's ear and gazes down at him.
"You ready?"
Baekhyun squeezes tenderly. He sees the flash of Chanyeol's smile, the kind of awestruck wonder scrawled on his face that anyone would have enough implicit trust in him for this, that anyone could want this, and then-and then Baekhyun can't see anything anymore because his eyes are rolling back in his head. The tentacles in his ass start pistoning in earnest, wriggling in as deep as they'll go, rubbing relentless circles against his prostate. The one wound around his dick sucks so tight it's almost painful. Baekhyun's jaw lolls and a reedy whimper scrapes out of his throat as tentacles unwrap from around his limbs and torso in favor of fucking him so hard he can't focus on anything else-not breathing, not sucking, not staying afloat. The only things holding him above water now are Chanyeol's arms, locked around his waist, keeping him in place as the tentacles work to draw out Baekhyun's protracted orgasm.
Baekhyun comes like he's falling without a parachute. His feet curl against the bottom of the tub and his back bows in a perfect arch and his lips tremble, body so tense the ache doesn't even register anymore. At some point the tentacles in his mouth recede and Chanyeol shoves his tongue down Baekhyun's throat instead, swallowing each tired pant that tumbles out. Baekhyun tightens around the tentacles still wedged up his ass and Chanyeol stiffens, a wash of viscous fluid oozing out of his tentacles all at once. Baekhyun brushes a finger down one of them and pops it in his mouth. It's sweeter than the rest.
He licks his lips, head thudding against the edge of the tub. When he gathers enough energy to lift his hand out of the water, his skin's gone all pruney. "Gonna turn into a human raisin," Baekhyun mutters.
Chanyeol's mouth lifts. Baekhyun's lids flutter shut and the entire world seems to lurch-when he opens them again he's stretched out on the guest bed, Chanyeol sprawled next to him in all his amphibious glory. His hair drips in Baekhyun's face. "Sleep," Chanyeol rumbles, deep and comforting, so Baekhyun does.
He rolls over the next day to slime residue on the sheets and humanoid Chanyeol breathing noisily into the pillows. Somewhere, a clock chimes half past noon. Jongdae pokes his head into the room ten minutes later, when Baekhyun's still drowsy as shit, and takes in the congealing tracks with a long-suffering sigh.
"I don't want to know," he says, narrowing his eyes at Baekhyun's grin. The door clicks shut again before Baekhyun can say anything.
When Chanyeol resurfaces, he spares a cursory glance at the rest of the room and asks, "He isn't too mad, is he?"
"Nah," Baekhyun says, yawning. He turns his face into Chanyeol's shoulder and breathes in the smell of jasmine. "We should probably do the laundry for him, though. Don't want to push our luck."
"That seems fair," Chanyeol mumbles, amused, and lets Baekhyun kiss his way to his mouth.
fin
A/N: DEAR KOZE, I'M REALLY SORRY I COULDN'T FIT THE MPREG INTO THIS, it was fucking with the pacing and the tone of the story so... please anticipate a forthcoming second installment in this au... i guess... bye
ETA: now with an mpreg sequel