[exo] levels of selfishness ( love. is it just a game to you? )
|| baekhyun x yixing, jongin x yixing | r | friendship, underlying romance, underlying angst ||
warnings: #HowToGrammar, sexual scenes // disclaimer: no copyright infringement intended whatsoever
summary: you want more, so much more. but the fear of losing everything forces you to settle with what you have.
a/n: go forth and enjoy a piece of my imagination :D
***
levels of selfishness ( love. is it just a game to you? ) ;;;
Yixing is just about to settle down on the couch with a mug of steaming Jasmine green tea in his right hand and his Economics textbook in his left, when the soft jingle-jangle of keys sounded. A small smile graces his face and a soft sigh escapes his lips when he sinks down into the cushions. There’s really no place like home, he thinks to himself. Especially after a long hard day.
Yixing places his mug down on the low coffee table in front of him just as the door opens. Seconds later, the door closes with a soft click and there’s the tell-tale shuffling and thuds of shoes being taken off and tossed haphazardly on the floor. He opens the book to page 167.
“Hyung, I’m back.”
“Had dinner yet? There’s some pizza in the fridge if you haven’t,” Yixing replies, frowning lightly at an equation right smack in the middle of a chunk of text.
“Microwaved pizza? Thanks but no thanks,” Baekhyun says as he seats himself next to the older boy. “I’m not really hungry anyways. Went to that new Indian place down at street 72 for a late lunch with Chanyeol and Kyungsoo.”
“Or was it an early dinner? Lunner? Dunch?” he continues - scrunching up his nose. “Well whatever. The price is rather steep but the curry is pretty good though. I’ll take you there one day.”
Yixing hums softly under his breath. “Is that a promise you’re going to keep? I’m still waiting on that xiao long bao from two weeks ago by the way.” He flips a page and mutters, “I know Kyungsoo is from your Biology class, but who’s Chanyeol again?”
“Oh Yeollie’s the guy I dated last week. Didn’t I tell you? Anyways, he just transferred from some prep school in Arizona I think. He’s starting in NYU next week, so maybe you’ll get to see him around?”
“So you dated a preppy?” Yixing smirks softly and quirks an eyebrow at the younger boy. “How was it?”
“It was..alright while it lasted I suppose. I mean, he’s a nice enough guy. Handsome as fuck too,” Baekhyun shrugs. “Not my type though.”
“You said his name is Chanyeol? Park Chanyeol?” Yixing returns his gaze to the book in his hands.
“Yep. How’d you know?”
“Just remembered Jonghyun telling me that a Park Chanyeol will be at the audition week after next. Apparently the kid has major skills on the guitar,” Yixing says softly.
“Do you think you’ll be attracted to him?” the elder looks up curiously. Baekhyun darts his tongue out and licks his lower lip. “You always had a thing for musicians. Plus, Chanyeol’s a really good-looking guy.”
“Hmm. Maybe I will, who knows. It’d be interesting to hang out with a prepster, that’s for sure.”
Yixing puts down the book on his lap, reaches out for his mug and takes a gulp - the tea has long since cooled down. He lowers the mug and says thoughtfully over the rim. “I also have a thing for dancers actually. Jongin’s hot. I’d jump his bones everyday if I could.”
Baekhyun pulls his legs up and hugs them to his chest. “Aren’t you already though? You guys fuck in the dance practice room often right? Luhan hyung told me in the changing rooms today.”
“Well yeah. Not every time we have a dance session though,” the older boy shrugs nonchalantly as he places down his mug. “I told Luhan not to tell you though. Must be trying to get back at me for using a cock-ring and handcuffs on him.” He shakes his head and tuts softly.
Baekhyun’s eyes widen slightly. “You’re fucking him too?”
“Sometimes I do the fucking, sometimes he does,” Yixing leans back and grins widely - pink lips pulled back to reveal gleaming white teeth. “Can’t be selfish with these things you know.”
“And exactly how many people are you sleeping with, hyung?”
Glancing sideways, Yixing sees the pout on Baekhyun’s face and the crease between his eyes. His heart lurches uncomfortably and he shoves the sensation away before it can settle. Yixing forces out a laugh and picks up his book. He flips a page and swallows before saying, “Why? Jealous?”
“Don’t be stupid. Why would I be jealous?” the younger boy’s voice is petulant as he moves to get to his feet. “I’m going to my room now, so you can study in peace.”
Yixing grabs Baekhun’s hand and tugs him down before the boy can even take a step. He closes his textbook and throws it to the floor - screw the test tomorrow; he’ll just copy off Joonmyun. Worst case scenario? An ‘F’ marring his impressive record of straight ‘A’s. No big deal.
He scoots impossibly close to the other boy and clings on his arm. Burying his face into the side of Baekhyun’s neck, Yixing whispers - his warm breath hitting the soft skin.
“Admit it, Byun Baekhyun. You’re jealous.”
When the smaller boy shivers slightly, Yixing grins and sucks lightly on the bobbing adam’s apple. He raises his head and murmurs against Baekhyun’s lips, “Silly boy, you don’t have to be jealous of them.” He punctuates the sentence by pressing both pairs of lips together. And when he feels the younger smiling into the kiss, he pulls away slightly and smiles back.
He maneuvers the both of them, wrapping his arms around Baekhyun’s waist and resting his chin on the boy’s left shoulder. The younger boy has his back pressed flush against Yixing’s chest and the back of his head leaning against the juncture of Yixing’s neck and right shoulder.
The two young men stay in that position for a few minutes, simply enjoying the comfortable silence and the presence of the other. Yixing uses his teeth to pull at the fabric of Baekhyun’s collar - the boy shudders and experiences a jolt of electricity up his spine at the delicious friction of Yixing’s pearly whites against his skin. The older boy drops a light feathery kiss on his shoulder, the proceeds to leave butterfly kisses along the length of his neck.
Yixing noses at Baekhyun’s jaw line, darting his tongue out to lick and suck at it. Baekhyun hears a soft needy mewl escape his lips and he flushes a pretty pink - heart racing beneath his ribcage and the familiar sensation coils at the pits of his stomach and loins. Yixing chuckles softly, lips now at his ear. He nibbles on the lobe, dips the tip of his tongue into the shell and whispers breathily - making Baekhyun’s skin crawl with pleasurable goosebumbs.
“So pretty, baby. You’re so beautiful, so so gorgeous. I want to mark you so much. I wonder, will your skin taste as sweet as it looks when I bite it? I bet it will. The sweetest sin.”
Baekhyun moans and swallows the lump in his parched throat. He can feel the elder’s erection poking at the bottom of his spine, and he closes his eyes - trying to slow down his ridiculously erratic heartbeat.
“Then do it. Mark me, take me. All of me; take it. Hyung, Yixing hyung, take me.” He hears his voice come out sounding hoarse and breathless.
The older boy freezes in his ministrations and removes his tongue from Baekhyun’s ear, shifting a little so that there’s a bit more space between the two bodies. He clears his throat. “Not now, Baekhyun. Not now. You’re not ready,” he pauses and takes in a deep breath. “I’m not ready as well.”
-
Baekhyun’s blood runs cold when he sees Yixing moving himself further away and proceeding to stand up. Shit, he thinks, I screwed up.
“Hyung? I’m sorry. I-I just,” he looks down at his hands on his lap and chews on his bottom lip. “I don’t get it. Why are you so opposed at the thought of marking me? Why won’t you have sex with me like you do to Jongin and Luhan hyung and whoever else? Am i not worthy? Why - “
He gets cut off when Yixing tilts his head up gently with his fingers. “I want to, Baek. I really do. It’s just..I’m not ready yet.” He offers a small smile to the seated boy. Baekhyun thinks that it looks forced and fake.
He frowns and hesitates before parting his lips, “What do you - “
Yixing cuts him off again by bending down and dropping a kiss on Baekhyun’s nose. “Shh,” he says, “It’s late and you have a lecture early in the morning tomorrow. What say we get you to bed hmm?”
Baekhyun is about to protest when Yixing circles a hand around his bicep and pulls him up. He loses his balance and bumps into the older boy. “Sorry,” he mutters.
Yixing chuckles softly and wraps his arm around the younger boy, pulling him closer. He places a quick kiss at the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth before steering the both of them in the direction of the younger’s bedroom.
-
Baekhyun is in bed and under the bedcovers when looks up at Yixing with wide eyes.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” he says to the man standing at the foot of his bed, pleading tone in his voice.
He sees Yixing avert his eyes and chew on his bottom lip. Baekhyun readies himself for rejection when -
“Okay. I can do that.” The older boy is looking directly at him with a smile upon his lips. Baekhyun sees that dancing dimple winking at him, and his heart skips a beat. The beams of moonlight shining in from the open windows cast a soft glow around Yixing and Baekhyun finds his breath catching at the ethereal beauty in front of him. He smiles lightly when he sees Yixing crawling under the comforters and getting himself comfortable.
The ghost of a smile grows and widens when he feels the older boy reaching out for him and pulling him closer.
Yixing hugs Baekhyun to his chest and presses a kiss to the top of the boy’s head, whispering into the silent darkness, “Sleep now my angel.”
The younger boy has questions running all over in his head, questions that he’s sure Yixing has the answers to. But when he feels the kiss and hears the soft quiet words, he thinks that those questions can come later and snuggles deeper into Yixing’s warm embrace. Baekhyun doesn’t want unnecessary words to disrupt the peaceful serene and comforting silence that’s hovering above them.
This is enough for now.
So he presses his lips together and lets his eyes fall shut. The young man feels sleep overcome him and right before he gives in to the haze of dreams, he whispers, “I love you.”
Baekhyun feels soft lips press lightly against his cheek and he falls asleep to the steady thrum of Yixing’s heartbeats with a smile on his face.
-
Baekhyun wakes up a few hours later on a cold empty bed. He lays there for a moment, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When he groggily sits up, he blinks a few times to adjust to the surrounding darkness.
He sees light spilling in from the crack at the bottom of the door and he realizes with a start that he went to bed without switching off the lights in the living room - the electricity bill will be higher this month then.
Baekhyun crawls out of bed and realizes that he’s in his pajamas, an oversized NYU sweatshirt and his boxers. He yawns and scratches absent-mindedly at the trail of fine hair on his belly - just above the waistband of the boxers. Yixing must have changed his clothes while he was sleeping. Byun Baekhyun is infamous around campus for being a dead log when asleep.
He opens the door of his room and steps out into the living room. Baekhyun immediately squints and blinks furiously at the sudden influx of bright light glaring into his eyes.
The minute he gets accustomed to the light, he hears a muffle thud in the direction of the kitchen. He smiles knowingly. Zhang Yixing was known for his penchant for having to snack every now and then.
Baekhyun pads softly towards the kitchen and is just about to call out to the older boy when his steps come to an abrupt halt and the words at the tip of his tongue die. Every single trace of sleepiness fled upon looking at the scene before his very eyes.
Yixing was leaning heavily against the counter top, his chest heaving in exertion - breaths coming out in harsh gasps. His eyes were clenched shut, a look of absolute and intense pleasure on the panes of his face. The man was naked, stark naked - a lovely shade of pink lending color to his porcelain white skin, beads of perspiration trickling down his face and delectable neck.
He looks beautiful, absolutely beautiful, as he writhes and keens. Baekhyun cannot seem to tear his gaze away even though his heart was slowly but surely growing numb from the coldness that is filling him. He stays rooted to the spot as he continues staring.
Another equally naked young man, skin the color of rich mocha, was on his knees before Yixing - the older boy’s erection in his mouth, his full lips red and shiny with spit and precome. Baekhyun throws up a little in his mouth as he watches Jongin bob his head along the length of Yixing’s cock. Baekhyun can see the lean sinewy muscles on Jongin’s frame work under his sweaty skin - skin that was without a doubt heated and hot to the touch - as his hands come up to grip Yixing’s hips.
Jongin’s fingers on Yixing’s hips creates a contrast in colors - coffee and milk. Baekhyun feels his heart burn with jealousy at how perfectly the two boys in front of him seem to match.
A wanton moan escapes Yixing’s lips as he jerks into the younger boy’s mouth. It sends a spark straight through to Baekhyun’s own weeping arousal.
-
Yixing winds his fingers into Jongin’s dark hair as the younger boy bobs his head up and down along his length, sucking him off. He’s leaning heavily against the kitchen counter, its smooth blunt edge digging into his back. Panting heavily, he feels Jongin’s tongue swirl lazily around his tip and he lets out a needy whine, pulling roughly on the strands of sweaty hair. Yixing feels the younger boy smirk before he’s inching up and taking Yixing whole between those pretty and plump lips. Jongin feels the tip of the older boy’s erection hit the back of his throat and moves his hands up to Yixing’s hips to steady the slightly shaking male.
At the feel of Jongin’s fingers gripping his hips, Yixing lets out a long drawn-out moan and his involuntarily gives a jerk forwards, thrusting his cock into the younger boy’s hot mouth.
Jongin chokes at the sudden intrusion down his throat and Yixing’s closed eyes fly open at the sound. He’s just about to apologize when he catches sight of Baekhyun standing at the doorway staring at them with widened eyes. Baekhyun lifts his gaze to meet Yixing’s, and before he knows it, the oldest among the three is coming straight into Jongin’s mouth.
His gaze never left Baekhyun’s tear streaked face as Jongin milked him and swallowed his load.
The youngest coughs before he’s standing up and pulling Yixing in for a kiss. He presses the older boy flush to his chest, groins rubbing slick against each other, and licks his way into the elder’s pliant mouth, sucking and nibbling as he does so.
And when he tears his lips away to tackle Yixing’s neck, the older boy sees that the spot where Baekhyun was standing is empty and the boy nowhere to be seen.
The image of Baekhyun’s teary orbs lingers in his mind even as Jongin licks his way down his chest.
-
Baekhyun closes the door to his bedroom with a soft click. He walks over slowly to the bed and sits.
He hears the monotonous tick of the clock and closes his eyes. Concentrating solely on his breathing, Baekhyun wills the pain in his heart to subside.
He understands now.
-
As Yixing lies on the couch, arms around a sleepy and sated Jongin, he wonders if what he’s doing is the right thing. He looks down at the head of brown hair on his chest, feels their naked and sweaty limbs entwining with each other, and slowly arrives to an answer. And when the younger boy raises his head to look at him with soulful brown eyes and a small smile, Yixing decides that yes, he’s not ready to let go of Jongin yet - he might never be. Yixing can leave Luhan anytime he wants, but not Jongin. Never Jongin.
Jongin is special to him, Jongin is his, and he has no intention of letting the boy go.
Yixing smiles gently and bends his head to press his lips to Jongin’s forehead. A few seconds pass before he pulls away and whispers, “Go to sleep, baby.”
The younger boy’s smile widens as he lowers his head back down and snuggles into Yixing’s bare chest. He turns his head slightly and places a kiss above Yixing’s heart.
“I love you.”
Yixing hugs him closer and murmurs - heavy eyelids falling shut. “I love you, Jongin.”
And I’m sorry Baekhyun.
***
- my initial intention when i first started this was to write a BaekXing fluff because 1) there's an unforgivable lack of a certain beagle in my journal and 2) 9o% of my fics are all angst. whoops? u_u
- however, the story took a turn into Avenue Angst and got lost so yeah o-o and i threw in some sexy times in as well. also KaiXing = OTP and OTP beats out BaekXing so im really sorry to Baekhyun here ;A;
- therefore, instead of a BaekXing fluff, you guys get a KaiBaekXing hybrid of angst + sexy times + a hint of romance. i know i know, i'm such a mess sobs
- please comment! \o// i'd like to know what you thought of this :)
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warnings: #HowToGrammar, sexual scenes // disclaimer: no copyright infringement intended whatsoever
summary: you want more, so much more. but the fear of losing everything forces you to settle with what you have.
a/n: go forth and enjoy a piece of my imagination :D
***
levels of selfishness ( love. is it just a game to you? ) ;;;
Yixing is just about to settle down on the couch with a mug of steaming Jasmine green tea in his right hand and his Economics textbook in his left, when the soft jingle-jangle of keys sounded. A small smile graces his face and a soft sigh escapes his lips when he sinks down into the cushions. There’s really no place like home, he thinks to himself. Especially after a long hard day.
Yixing places his mug down on the low coffee table in front of him just as the door opens. Seconds later, the door closes with a soft click and there’s the tell-tale shuffling and thuds of shoes being taken off and tossed haphazardly on the floor. He opens the book to page 167.
“Hyung, I’m back.”
“Had dinner yet? There’s some pizza in the fridge if you haven’t,” Yixing replies, frowning lightly at an equation right smack in the middle of a chunk of text.
“Microwaved pizza? Thanks but no thanks,” Baekhyun says as he seats himself next to the older boy. “I’m not really hungry anyways. Went to that new Indian place down at street 72 for a late lunch with Chanyeol and Kyungsoo.”
“Or was it an early dinner? Lunner? Dunch?” he continues - scrunching up his nose. “Well whatever. The price is rather steep but the curry is pretty good though. I’ll take you there one day.”
Yixing hums softly under his breath. “Is that a promise you’re going to keep? I’m still waiting on that xiao long bao from two weeks ago by the way.” He flips a page and mutters, “I know Kyungsoo is from your Biology class, but who’s Chanyeol again?”
“Oh Yeollie’s the guy I dated last week. Didn’t I tell you? Anyways, he just transferred from some prep school in Arizona I think. He’s starting in NYU next week, so maybe you’ll get to see him around?”
“So you dated a preppy?” Yixing smirks softly and quirks an eyebrow at the younger boy. “How was it?”
“It was..alright while it lasted I suppose. I mean, he’s a nice enough guy. Handsome as fuck too,” Baekhyun shrugs. “Not my type though.”
“You said his name is Chanyeol? Park Chanyeol?” Yixing returns his gaze to the book in his hands.
“Yep. How’d you know?”
“Just remembered Jonghyun telling me that a Park Chanyeol will be at the audition week after next. Apparently the kid has major skills on the guitar,” Yixing says softly.
“Do you think you’ll be attracted to him?” the elder looks up curiously. Baekhyun darts his tongue out and licks his lower lip. “You always had a thing for musicians. Plus, Chanyeol’s a really good-looking guy.”
“Hmm. Maybe I will, who knows. It’d be interesting to hang out with a prepster, that’s for sure.”
Yixing puts down the book on his lap, reaches out for his mug and takes a gulp - the tea has long since cooled down. He lowers the mug and says thoughtfully over the rim. “I also have a thing for dancers actually. Jongin’s hot. I’d jump his bones everyday if I could.”
Baekhyun pulls his legs up and hugs them to his chest. “Aren’t you already though? You guys fuck in the dance practice room often right? Luhan hyung told me in the changing rooms today.”
“Well yeah. Not every time we have a dance session though,” the older boy shrugs nonchalantly as he places down his mug. “I told Luhan not to tell you though. Must be trying to get back at me for using a cock-ring and handcuffs on him.” He shakes his head and tuts softly.
Baekhyun’s eyes widen slightly. “You’re fucking him too?”
“Sometimes I do the fucking, sometimes he does,” Yixing leans back and grins widely - pink lips pulled back to reveal gleaming white teeth. “Can’t be selfish with these things you know.”
“And exactly how many people are you sleeping with, hyung?”
Glancing sideways, Yixing sees the pout on Baekhyun’s face and the crease between his eyes. His heart lurches uncomfortably and he shoves the sensation away before it can settle. Yixing forces out a laugh and picks up his book. He flips a page and swallows before saying, “Why? Jealous?”
“Don’t be stupid. Why would I be jealous?” the younger boy’s voice is petulant as he moves to get to his feet. “I’m going to my room now, so you can study in peace.”
Yixing grabs Baekhun’s hand and tugs him down before the boy can even take a step. He closes his textbook and throws it to the floor - screw the test tomorrow; he’ll just copy off Joonmyun. Worst case scenario? An ‘F’ marring his impressive record of straight ‘A’s. No big deal.
He scoots impossibly close to the other boy and clings on his arm. Burying his face into the side of Baekhyun’s neck, Yixing whispers - his warm breath hitting the soft skin.
“Admit it, Byun Baekhyun. You’re jealous.”
When the smaller boy shivers slightly, Yixing grins and sucks lightly on the bobbing adam’s apple. He raises his head and murmurs against Baekhyun’s lips, “Silly boy, you don’t have to be jealous of them.” He punctuates the sentence by pressing both pairs of lips together. And when he feels the younger smiling into the kiss, he pulls away slightly and smiles back.
He maneuvers the both of them, wrapping his arms around Baekhyun’s waist and resting his chin on the boy’s left shoulder. The younger boy has his back pressed flush against Yixing’s chest and the back of his head leaning against the juncture of Yixing’s neck and right shoulder.
The two young men stay in that position for a few minutes, simply enjoying the comfortable silence and the presence of the other. Yixing uses his teeth to pull at the fabric of Baekhyun’s collar - the boy shudders and experiences a jolt of electricity up his spine at the delicious friction of Yixing’s pearly whites against his skin. The older boy drops a light feathery kiss on his shoulder, the proceeds to leave butterfly kisses along the length of his neck.
Yixing noses at Baekhyun’s jaw line, darting his tongue out to lick and suck at it. Baekhyun hears a soft needy mewl escape his lips and he flushes a pretty pink - heart racing beneath his ribcage and the familiar sensation coils at the pits of his stomach and loins. Yixing chuckles softly, lips now at his ear. He nibbles on the lobe, dips the tip of his tongue into the shell and whispers breathily - making Baekhyun’s skin crawl with pleasurable goosebumbs.
“So pretty, baby. You’re so beautiful, so so gorgeous. I want to mark you so much. I wonder, will your skin taste as sweet as it looks when I bite it? I bet it will. The sweetest sin.”
Baekhyun moans and swallows the lump in his parched throat. He can feel the elder’s erection poking at the bottom of his spine, and he closes his eyes - trying to slow down his ridiculously erratic heartbeat.
“Then do it. Mark me, take me. All of me; take it. Hyung, Yixing hyung, take me.” He hears his voice come out sounding hoarse and breathless.
The older boy freezes in his ministrations and removes his tongue from Baekhyun’s ear, shifting a little so that there’s a bit more space between the two bodies. He clears his throat. “Not now, Baekhyun. Not now. You’re not ready,” he pauses and takes in a deep breath. “I’m not ready as well.”
-
Baekhyun’s blood runs cold when he sees Yixing moving himself further away and proceeding to stand up. Shit, he thinks, I screwed up.
“Hyung? I’m sorry. I-I just,” he looks down at his hands on his lap and chews on his bottom lip. “I don’t get it. Why are you so opposed at the thought of marking me? Why won’t you have sex with me like you do to Jongin and Luhan hyung and whoever else? Am i not worthy? Why - “
He gets cut off when Yixing tilts his head up gently with his fingers. “I want to, Baek. I really do. It’s just..I’m not ready yet.” He offers a small smile to the seated boy. Baekhyun thinks that it looks forced and fake.
He frowns and hesitates before parting his lips, “What do you - “
Yixing cuts him off again by bending down and dropping a kiss on Baekhyun’s nose. “Shh,” he says, “It’s late and you have a lecture early in the morning tomorrow. What say we get you to bed hmm?”
Baekhyun is about to protest when Yixing circles a hand around his bicep and pulls him up. He loses his balance and bumps into the older boy. “Sorry,” he mutters.
Yixing chuckles softly and wraps his arm around the younger boy, pulling him closer. He places a quick kiss at the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth before steering the both of them in the direction of the younger’s bedroom.
-
Baekhyun is in bed and under the bedcovers when looks up at Yixing with wide eyes.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” he says to the man standing at the foot of his bed, pleading tone in his voice.
He sees Yixing avert his eyes and chew on his bottom lip. Baekhyun readies himself for rejection when -
“Okay. I can do that.” The older boy is looking directly at him with a smile upon his lips. Baekhyun sees that dancing dimple winking at him, and his heart skips a beat. The beams of moonlight shining in from the open windows cast a soft glow around Yixing and Baekhyun finds his breath catching at the ethereal beauty in front of him. He smiles lightly when he sees Yixing crawling under the comforters and getting himself comfortable.
The ghost of a smile grows and widens when he feels the older boy reaching out for him and pulling him closer.
Yixing hugs Baekhyun to his chest and presses a kiss to the top of the boy’s head, whispering into the silent darkness, “Sleep now my angel.”
The younger boy has questions running all over in his head, questions that he’s sure Yixing has the answers to. But when he feels the kiss and hears the soft quiet words, he thinks that those questions can come later and snuggles deeper into Yixing’s warm embrace. Baekhyun doesn’t want unnecessary words to disrupt the peaceful serene and comforting silence that’s hovering above them.
This is enough for now.
So he presses his lips together and lets his eyes fall shut. The young man feels sleep overcome him and right before he gives in to the haze of dreams, he whispers, “I love you.”
Baekhyun feels soft lips press lightly against his cheek and he falls asleep to the steady thrum of Yixing’s heartbeats with a smile on his face.
-
Baekhyun wakes up a few hours later on a cold empty bed. He lays there for a moment, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When he groggily sits up, he blinks a few times to adjust to the surrounding darkness.
He sees light spilling in from the crack at the bottom of the door and he realizes with a start that he went to bed without switching off the lights in the living room - the electricity bill will be higher this month then.
Baekhyun crawls out of bed and realizes that he’s in his pajamas, an oversized NYU sweatshirt and his boxers. He yawns and scratches absent-mindedly at the trail of fine hair on his belly - just above the waistband of the boxers. Yixing must have changed his clothes while he was sleeping. Byun Baekhyun is infamous around campus for being a dead log when asleep.
He opens the door of his room and steps out into the living room. Baekhyun immediately squints and blinks furiously at the sudden influx of bright light glaring into his eyes.
The minute he gets accustomed to the light, he hears a muffle thud in the direction of the kitchen. He smiles knowingly. Zhang Yixing was known for his penchant for having to snack every now and then.
Baekhyun pads softly towards the kitchen and is just about to call out to the older boy when his steps come to an abrupt halt and the words at the tip of his tongue die. Every single trace of sleepiness fled upon looking at the scene before his very eyes.
Yixing was leaning heavily against the counter top, his chest heaving in exertion - breaths coming out in harsh gasps. His eyes were clenched shut, a look of absolute and intense pleasure on the panes of his face. The man was naked, stark naked - a lovely shade of pink lending color to his porcelain white skin, beads of perspiration trickling down his face and delectable neck.
He looks beautiful, absolutely beautiful, as he writhes and keens. Baekhyun cannot seem to tear his gaze away even though his heart was slowly but surely growing numb from the coldness that is filling him. He stays rooted to the spot as he continues staring.
Another equally naked young man, skin the color of rich mocha, was on his knees before Yixing - the older boy’s erection in his mouth, his full lips red and shiny with spit and precome. Baekhyun throws up a little in his mouth as he watches Jongin bob his head along the length of Yixing’s cock. Baekhyun can see the lean sinewy muscles on Jongin’s frame work under his sweaty skin - skin that was without a doubt heated and hot to the touch - as his hands come up to grip Yixing’s hips.
Jongin’s fingers on Yixing’s hips creates a contrast in colors - coffee and milk. Baekhyun feels his heart burn with jealousy at how perfectly the two boys in front of him seem to match.
A wanton moan escapes Yixing’s lips as he jerks into the younger boy’s mouth. It sends a spark straight through to Baekhyun’s own weeping arousal.
-
Yixing winds his fingers into Jongin’s dark hair as the younger boy bobs his head up and down along his length, sucking him off. He’s leaning heavily against the kitchen counter, its smooth blunt edge digging into his back. Panting heavily, he feels Jongin’s tongue swirl lazily around his tip and he lets out a needy whine, pulling roughly on the strands of sweaty hair. Yixing feels the younger boy smirk before he’s inching up and taking Yixing whole between those pretty and plump lips. Jongin feels the tip of the older boy’s erection hit the back of his throat and moves his hands up to Yixing’s hips to steady the slightly shaking male.
At the feel of Jongin’s fingers gripping his hips, Yixing lets out a long drawn-out moan and his involuntarily gives a jerk forwards, thrusting his cock into the younger boy’s hot mouth.
Jongin chokes at the sudden intrusion down his throat and Yixing’s closed eyes fly open at the sound. He’s just about to apologize when he catches sight of Baekhyun standing at the doorway staring at them with widened eyes. Baekhyun lifts his gaze to meet Yixing’s, and before he knows it, the oldest among the three is coming straight into Jongin’s mouth.
His gaze never left Baekhyun’s tear streaked face as Jongin milked him and swallowed his load.
The youngest coughs before he’s standing up and pulling Yixing in for a kiss. He presses the older boy flush to his chest, groins rubbing slick against each other, and licks his way into the elder’s pliant mouth, sucking and nibbling as he does so.
And when he tears his lips away to tackle Yixing’s neck, the older boy sees that the spot where Baekhyun was standing is empty and the boy nowhere to be seen.
The image of Baekhyun’s teary orbs lingers in his mind even as Jongin licks his way down his chest.
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Baekhyun closes the door to his bedroom with a soft click. He walks over slowly to the bed and sits.
He hears the monotonous tick of the clock and closes his eyes. Concentrating solely on his breathing, Baekhyun wills the pain in his heart to subside.
He understands now.
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As Yixing lies on the couch, arms around a sleepy and sated Jongin, he wonders if what he’s doing is the right thing. He looks down at the head of brown hair on his chest, feels their naked and sweaty limbs entwining with each other, and slowly arrives to an answer. And when the younger boy raises his head to look at him with soulful brown eyes and a small smile, Yixing decides that yes, he’s not ready to let go of Jongin yet - he might never be. Yixing can leave Luhan anytime he wants, but not Jongin. Never Jongin.
Jongin is special to him, Jongin is his, and he has no intention of letting the boy go.
Yixing smiles gently and bends his head to press his lips to Jongin’s forehead. A few seconds pass before he pulls away and whispers, “Go to sleep, baby.”
The younger boy’s smile widens as he lowers his head back down and snuggles into Yixing’s bare chest. He turns his head slightly and places a kiss above Yixing’s heart.
“I love you.”
Yixing hugs him closer and murmurs - heavy eyelids falling shut. “I love you, Jongin.”
And I’m sorry Baekhyun.
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- my initial intention when i first started this was to write a BaekXing fluff because 1) there's an unforgivable lack of a certain beagle in my journal and 2) 9o% of my fics are all angst. whoops? u_u
- however, the story took a turn into Avenue Angst and got lost so yeah o-o and i threw in some sexy times in as well. also KaiXing = OTP and OTP beats out BaekXing so im really sorry to Baekhyun here ;A;
- therefore, instead of a BaekXing fluff, you guys get a KaiBaekXing hybrid of angst + sexy times + a hint of romance. i know i know, i'm such a mess sobs
- please comment! \o// i'd like to know what you thought of this :)
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