[Fic] (Not Exactly) A Harlequin Romance

[thesockmonster]

Title: [Not Exactly] A Harlequin Romance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol (mentions of past Kris/Baekhyun)
Word Count: 4550w
Author's Note: originally written for wufantastic
Summary: Kris doesn't do relationships.



When you're a kid, life feels like a carousel ride. And not just any carousel ride you’d find stashed in the mall, but the kind of carousel you see at the fair or an amusement park with their rainbow colored horses and carriages with the music playing softly in your ear and the wind blowing through your hair as they take you higher and higher into the sky until you believe you can fly. It isn't until you become an adult and revisit your carousel that you realize it's nothing but painted over rusted metal with a skipping soundtrack and squeaking gears.

It’s the same with relationships. Looking back, Kris knows the memories aren’t as grand as he makes them out to be, but it sticks like glue, thick and cloying to his mind. He has to scrape through, chip at each sugar-coated image from the past until the reality bubbles to the surface. And it’s when he reaches that rough exterior that he realizes how blind he’d truly been. He’d been foolish enough to love too hard and the heartbreak that followed was devastating.

It’s the reason he doesn’t allow himself to fall for the illusion of happiness again, keeping his heart tucked safely out of harm’s reach. People walk in and out of his life, never leaving a trace behind because that’s how he wants it. No one ever sticks around for more than a few weeks, Kris dropping one lover and picking up another when his bed is too cold and he desires a warm pair of legs to rest between.

And Chanyeol has a nice, long pair of legs that wrap oh so nicely around Kris’ waist. Chanyeol also looks amazing when he’s wrecked, the long line of his neck exposed as his head tips back when Kris fucks into him hard and fast. Sweat makes the slide of their bodies easier, Kris using his knees as leverage to thrust forward enough for Chanyeol’s head to glance off the headboard. Chanyeol hisses in pain, but doesn’t ask for Kris to stop. So he doesn’t.

Chanyeol’s nails track red down Kris’ arms and back, fingers trying to gain purchase where there’s none to be had. Kris likes the sting, fucks into Chanyeol’s body faster as each tendril of pain races to his cock. With his pink, kiss swollen lips parted, Chanyeol moans loud, urges him to go harder, deeper, don’t you fucking dare stop Kris, I’m going to come.

Kris does actually think about stopping, keeping Chanyeol on that edge before bringing him back so he can build him up again, but they’ve been at this for over an hour and Kris’ own desire to finish is taking over. Normally he wouldn’t draw things out for so long, but Chanyeol is irresistible when he’s demanding more with his pretty mouth and sweaty hair plastered in a halo around his face.

It’s easy to fall victim to Chanyeol’s every whim when he’s such a perfect fuck.

Chanyeol braces a hand on the headboard and uses it to push himself down, the sound of their bodies meeting growing louder with each snap of their hips. Kris wipes his hand over Chanyeol’s stomach to collect the precome pooled before wrapping fingers around Chanyeol’s cock. The glide is slick, smooth as he pumps twice and runs his thumb over the crown. Chanyeol shudders, his thighs tightening on Kris’ sides, ankles locking behind his back and digging into his spine.

Chanyeol gets an arm around Kris’ neck, bringing him down until their foreheads hit and he can feel the breath fanning over his heated face. “Don’t stop,” Chanyeol demands in a breathy voice that’s several octaves lower than normal. And Kris doesn’t. He keeps the pace, watching as Chanyeol falls apart, eyes rolling back as his spine bows off the mattress when he comes. White spills through Kris’ fingers and onto Chanyeol’s stomach, muscles contracting until it’s too much.

Kris’ cock pulses as he fills the condom, hips jerking forward erratically until there’s nothing left and his arms give out. He lands on Chanyeol with a grunt and is immediately shoved off to the side. “Fuck,” Chanyeol wheezes, “can you not try to suffocate me after I give you the best sex of your life?”

Kris snorts, resituating himself so he’s on his back, staring at his ceiling. He can see the rapid rise and fall of Chanyeol’s chest beside him and his legs kicking the sheets the rest of the way down. “You think highly of yourself,” Kris answers, still attempting to catch his own breath as he carefully pulls at the condom.

“Tell me I’m lying,” Chanyeol challenges.

Kris rolls his eyes and then rolls off the mattress, tying off the condom and tossing it in the trashcan by bed. He stands, a hand running through his hair to work out the tangles as he walks to the bathroom for a towel, leaving Chanyeol without a response.

Kris met Chanyeol through Baekhyun a few months ago at Baekhyun’s birthday party. Baekhyun had been drunk off his ass, glitter sprinkled in his hair and eyeliner smudged under his eyes. He looked well and fucked, but that’s because he had been. Kris and Baekhyun were enjoying their sixth day of sexual bliss, which meant most of the pre-party planning had been spent screwing on most of the furniture and racing to febreeze the smell away before the guests arrived.

Kris doesn’t remember much more than the heat of Chanyeol’s hand when they were introduced and his immediate curiosity as to how amazing Chanyeol’s lips would look stretched around his cock. And then he was swept off with Baekhyun at his side, the rest of the night drowned in alcohol and the birthday boy demanding his sole attention.

It wasn’t until after he and Baekhyun split on friendly terms that Kris got to properly size up Chanyeol now that he was inducted into their circle of friends. From there it had been a slow burn in Kris’ gut, trickling lower as he imagined pulling deep moans from Chanyeol’s throat with his mouth and fucking him open until he couldn’t stand. It took a lot longer than Kris anticipated (two and a half months) to get Chanyeol in his bed, but the wait had been more than worth it.

And now Chanyeol is rushing to get dressed, the sun pouring in through the curtains as Kris watches with interest. He frowns when the swell of Chanyeol’s ass disappears under denim, sighing and flopping back on the bed. “You can always call in, stay in bed with me.”

Chanyeol gives Kris a withering look. “I happen to enjoy my job, so will you get off your ass and help me find my shirt?”

“No.”

Grumbling under his breath, Chanyeol rifles through Kris’ room before heading into the living room. Kris hears a triumphant yell of victory, wrinkling his nose when Chanyeol reappears, torso covered and out of view. “I liked you better with your clothes off.”

“And I like you better when you’re not talking.”

Chanyeol grabs his wallet off the nightstand and turns, stopping when Kris lunges across the mattress to wrap fingers around his wrist, tug him back enough for him to lose his balance. He lands mostly on Kris, who draws him in for a kiss, morning breath be damned. “We still on for dinner tonight?”

“Only if you promise to let me cook this time,” Chanyeol says with a fond smile that makes Kris’ head feel fuzzy.

“Deal.” Kris manages to steal a few more kisses from Chanyeol before he wrestles away, leaving with a wave and a yelp of pain when he stubs his toe on the shoe rack by the door like he does every morning.

Kris goes back to sleep until his alarm goes off at noon, picking up his phone to see three texts from Baekhyun.

It’s too hot to be sitting outside, the sun blazing down on the two figures at the small table just outside a small coffee shop. The umbrella blocks nothing and Kris wonders what the point of the damn thing is as their drinks are finally set in front of them.

Baekhyun stirs in cream and sugar while Kris takes a sip of his already perfect french vanilla cappuccino. “Why couldn’t we have done this inside - in the air conditioning?”

“I like watching you sweat,” Baekhyun answers without hesitation, a smile pulling at his lips while he stirs his coffee.

“When did you get so vindictive? I haven’t done anything yet.”

Baekhyun shrugs. “I’m sure you will.”

Kris sighs into his drink, taking another few swallows and letting the taste coat his tongue, slither deliciously down his throat with a low hum of approval. “Are you going to tell me why you asked me out here now?” he asks, eyeing Baekhyun over his cup.

Baekhyun is of Kris’ ilk - a night owl - and for him to be up and about before three in the afternoon is practically a miracle. It’s barely one and Baekhyun looks like he rolled out of bed just for this, hair carelessly flattened and face free of anything save a flush across his cheeks from the heat of the day. “I want to discuss Chanyeol.”

Kris raises an eyebrow. This should be good. “I thought you didn’t care if he and I got together.”

“That’s not the problem. Chanyeol is the sweetest, most affectionate person I’ve ever met,” Baekhyun explains and Kris cuts him off with an amused snort.

“You’ve obviously never slept with him.” Kris can still feel the scratches on his back when he moves, the fabric of his shirt catching on the few places the welts have swollen the most. He likes it.

Baekhyun glares at Kris as he continues, train of thought uninterrupted. “If you hurt him, I will rip off your dick and make you watch as I turn it into a smoothie.”

Kris shifts uncomfortably in his seat, fully aware that Baekhyun’s threats are not to be taken lightly. “We’re just having fun,” he answers with a shrug. “There’s no harm in that.”

Baekhyun keeps his eyes fixed on Kris, lips pursed in a thin line. “I know what your definition of fun is, Kris, and it does not mesh with Chanyeol’s. He’s a giver, body and soul, and if you think for one second that he doesn’t want more than you’re giving, you’re dumber than you look.”

“You’re worried about your friend, I get it, but Chanyeol knew what he was getting into. Did you think I wouldn’t tell him it was only sex?”

“You are so stupid. Why do you think it took so long for him to agree to sleep with you? If you paid attention, you would have seen the way he looked at you, watched you. It’s not just sex for Chanyeol. I thought you would have picked up on that.”

Kris feels an unpleasant shiver race up and down his spine, the heat in his stomach freezing over as if a bucket of ice has been dumped over his head. “What?” he croaks, drink abandoned and eyes riveted on Baekhyun’s face, trying valiantly to find some sign of trickery.

“It’s apparent that I’ve given you way too much credit. For someone who seems to pride himself on knowing how people work, you’re fucking blind to those around you.”

Dread seeps into his veins, fight or flight instincts on high alert. Baekhyun seems to sense his distress and leans over the table to take his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Don’t worry,” Baekhyun assauges. “It’s just a little crush. Once he realizes what an asshole you are, he’ll be over it.”

Kris relaxes a little. Baekhyun’s probably right.

Chanyeol is still in his work uniform when he shows up, walking into Kris’ house like he belongs there, fitting in with the mismatched dishes and unlabeled cannisters all coated with dust save the one half full of sugar. He toes off his shoes, rolling his neck and falling easily into Kris’ arms for a kiss, hands running through Kris’ hair to tug a little when he wants more.

“I thought you were going to cook dinner,” Kris says with a low laugh against Chanyeol’s lips.

“I’ll cook after you fuck me.”

Kris isn’t one to pass up an opportunity this fortuitous, so he kisses him again. Chanyeol smells like the animals he handles all day even after his clothes are off and he’s panting into Kris’ mouth, one leg around his waist and back against the wall. With a little difficulty - ie, Chanyeol’s hand down his pants - Kris gets them into the bathroom.

Chanyeol whines, arms tight around Kris’ waist as he kisses down his spine when Kris leans into the shower to turn it on. “Don’t want to shower,” Chanyeol grumbles.

Kris turns around and pushes him back until he hits the counter, grabbing onto it for support. “And I’m not fucking you until you do.”

It’s easy to forget that Chanyeol’s harboring feelings that overstep the boundaries of their relationship when Kris is busy shampooing Chanyeol’s hair, listening to the little moans of appreciation that slip through his lips. He tips Chanyeol’s head under the spray, rinsing until the water runs clear before attaching his mouth to his neck, unable to resist.

Foreplay consists of covering every inch of Chanyeol with bodywash and teasing him endlessly, Chanyeol leaning on the tiles as Kris makes sure his dick is thoroughly washed, fingers going over it one last time before pulling Chanyeol into the water again. It would worry Kris how much he enjoys the smell of himself on Chanyeol except he’s too busy trying to mark his territory, teeth scraping over nipples and nails embedded in Chanyeol’s sides to keep him still.

Chanyeol still manages to get his hands on the conditioner, squeezing some into his palm. “Come here,” Chanyeol commands and Kris stands straight, licking into Chanyeol’s mouth.

Kris moans loud when he feels Chanyeol’s slick hand on his erection, pulling him forward enough so both their cocks fit into his hold. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you,” Kris says, pausing when Chanyeol squeezes around the base of his cock with a twist of his wrist.

“I like this better,” Chanyeol answers with a laugh that hitches into a moan because Kris is wrapping his fingers around Chanyeol’s hand.

“I’m almost offended,” Kris answers with a grunt. He guides him into stroking them off faster, Kris’ knees locking to keep from falling to the porcelain tub. “God, Chanyeol, keep going,” he hisses, head dropping to Chanyeol’s shoulder. Kris’ toes curl, his breathing labored and pulse pounding in his ears.

His eyes are riveted on the sight of his cock pushed against Chanyeol’s with their fists, the way it slides and the sound of Chanyeol’s groans rumbling in his chest. Chanyeol’s other hand fits perfectly on the slight curve of Kris’ ass, fingers digging into his skin for a firm hold that he uses to rock Kris in time with their strokes.

Everything goes hazy, throat dry and eyes finally closing just before he comes hot and thick over their hands. Kris rides it out, lifting his head enough to scrape teeth across Chanyeol’s shoulder as he shifts, now only jerking Chanyeol off with quick, staccato jerks of his hand that have him coming less than a minute later.

Kris slumps against Chanyeol, mouth against his throat and hands resting on his hips even as the water starts going cold.

“How do you feel about pizza?” Chanyeol asks with a laugh.

“Sounds great.”

Kris thinks about Chanyeol, about what it might be like to let himself go and fall into something more with him - with a man who lists his occupation as undomesticated quadruped wrangler on his business cards, dances to Britney Spears songs in the car and steals Kris’ cellphone to play games because he’s too cheap to upgrade his old flip-phone. But as it stands, he doesn’t want anything else. The sex is great, the company is entertaining and Kris isn’t left wanting for anything.

He does, however, keep an eye on Chanyeol, watching for any signs that may lead him to believe Chanyeol is in it for more. But there simply aren’t any. It’s been a solid week since Kris had his heart-to-heart with Baekhyun and Kris is now convinced his friend was just fucking with him. It would be a very Baekhyun thing to do.

So Kris relaxes and puts the entire thing behind him.

Kris puts it so far behind him that his self-proclaimed two week limit goes by without notice.

It’s Saturday night and Kris is sitting in a booth at the bar Baekhyun works across the street from, watching as Chanyeol tries to beat the top score on the Lord Of The Rings themed pinball machine on the other side of the room. Baekhyun is across from Kris, nose in his drink as he gulps it down and raises his hand to flag down a waitress for another.

Kris, on the other hand, takes his time, but that’s mostly because his eyes are glued to Chanyeol’s ass and the way his white skinny jeans are glued to it. Even his bowlegs are adorable.

“So you and Chanyeol still,” Baekhyun notices, his gaze following Kris’ to where Chanyeol is steadily kicking the pinball game’s metal ass.

Kris turns to Baekhyun and shrugs, refusing to flinch away from the stare directed at him. “He’s a great fuck.”

Baekhyun snorts. “I’m a great fuck,” he insists without a bit of shame and the waitress who just so happened to choose that moment to bring Baekhyun his new beer, blushes. “And you have been with him twice as long as you were with me.”

“Fine,” Kris amends. “He’s the perfect fuck.”

“Bullshit.”

Kris smirks before taking a sip of his drink. “It’s good to know you two have never slept together.”

“Why?”

“Because you never would have given him up.”

Baekhyun eyes Kris critically, but lets it drop in favor of checking out the fresh meat walking in the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Baekhyun doesn’t come back. Kris thinks he saw him dragging someone into the men’s bathroom earlier, but it’s empty now. He’ll probably get an apology text somewhere between three in the morning and dawn. It doesn’t matter, though, because Chanyeol comes back and sits directly in Kris’ lap, stealing his beer and drinking half of it before giving it back.

“Did you beat it?” Kris asks and Chanyeol’s face scrunches.

“Fucking thing is rigged,” he gripes, glaring at the game. Kris looks over to see Chanyeol’s name blinking in the sixth place slot.

“Do you need more quarters?” Kris offers with a laugh.

Chanyeol waves it off and chooses to chase his next swallow of beer with Kris’ mouth on his. He tastes like hops with the faintest hint of peach from the schnapps he’d ordered before mounting an attack on the pinball machine. “Baekhyun already gone?” Chanyeol asks in a low voice and Kris nods. “Great, let’s get out of here.”

One of the great things about Chanyeol is that he isn’t afraid of going for what he wants. It probably made their cab driver a little uneasy judging by the amount of fidgeting in the front seat, but Kris tipped him well before being dragged inside. And now Chanyeol has Kris against the wall, pants and boxer briefs around his ankles as he sucks down his cock. He’s been hard since Chanyeol started up his dirty talk in the cab and now that skilled mouth around his girth is making it all worth it.

Chanyeol hums as he tongues around the crown of Kris’ cock before swallowing him all the way to the base. Kris has to steady himself with hands in Chanyeol’s hair, pulling from the roots because Chanyeol loves it. Every flex of Kris’ fingers has Chanyeol bobbing his head faster, cheeks hollow and eyes bright as they stare up at Kris’ face. He pulls off with a pop, jerking Kris off slow and steady.

“Do you want me to ride you on the couch or on the bed?”

The couch is closer, but their supplies are in the bedroom and Kris doesn’t want to linger any longer than they have to. “Bed,” he answers, already kicking his clothing the rest of the way off.

Chanyeol is right behind him, spinning Kris and then shoving him down so he bounces on the mattress twice before Chanyeol crawls over him, naked and flushed. His kisses are hot and wet and Kris enjoys the taste of himself on Chanyeol’s tongue as he licks along the roof of his mouth.

The anticipation builds like a furnace in his gut, the flames curling along his veins and wrapping around him so tight he can hardly stand it. Kris lets himself be positioned with his back against the headboard, Chanyeol now on his knees over him. Two of Kris’ fingers are slick with lube, circling Chanyeol’s rim with just enough pressure to have Chanyeol scowling as he pushes his ass down. “If you don’t stop teasing, I’ll tie you up and make you watch as I get myself off and then wipe it all over your face,” Chanyeol threatens with a growl.

“That’s not very nice,” Kris warns, but he pushes both fingers into Chanyeol anyway because he very much wants to get laid tonight and he has no doubt that Chanyeol will hold to his threat.

Chanyeol groans, head falling back. “It would be no more than you deserve,” he huffs even as he lowers himself further.

Kris hums, crooking his fingers until Chanyeol’s breath hitches and he shudders, leaning his weight forward for Kris to open him up further. “But it wouldn’t be as good as me.”

Chanyeol kisses Kris to shut him up, teeth in Kris’ lower lip to tug and lick as he’s stretched. Kris spreads his fingers, twisting them until Chanyeol’s thighs are shaking and he’s pushing Kris away to roll on the condom. With one hand around the base of his cock, now coated in a liberal amount of lube, and the other helping Chanyeol spread his cheeks, Kris watches as his cock disappears inside Chanyeol’s ass. Chanyeol takes him all the way to the hilt before stopping, breath coming out in soft pants.

He rocks his hips, muscles contracting around Kris’ cock and Kris moans, holding on to Chanyeol’s waist.

“I never want to stop fucking you,” Chanyeol groans with his chin on his chest and hands gripping tight to Kris’ sides for leverage. He lifts, Kris appreciating the glide of his cock through the heated vice grip around him before sucking in a deep breath as Chanyeol drops. Chanyeol does it again, adjusting his knees on the sheets before the fun starts.

Kris keeps both hands on Chanyeol’s ass when he picks up speed, holding him open so he can fuck into him deeper, hips snapping up hard enough to help Chanyeol bounce higher. The head of Kris’ cock nearly slips out of him before Chanyeol sits, moaning each time he’s filled and clenching on his way back up. Kris has to struggle through the pleasure to keep up, body overheating and mind simply buzzing because Chanyeol is fucking him so damn well.

He gets a little lost, head falling back and mouth open as he takes it all in and gives in to the pleasure racing swiftly through his system. “Kris,” Chanyeol calls softly, trying to regain his attention. “Look at me.”

Kris does, head drooping until his forehead knocks against Chanyeol’s to hold him still. It’s a little startling when he peers into Chanyeol’s eyes, a low dip of panic settling deep in the pit of his stomach. Kris knows the look on Chanyeol’s face all too well.

“Come on Kris,” Chanyeol orders, rocking his hips in tight circles because Kris has gone completely still. “Fuck me.” When Kris doesn’t move, still paralyzed with sudden realization, Chanyeol shifts forward. His head drops to the side, nose trailing over his cheek and down to his neck where he places a fleeting kiss just beneath Kris’ ear. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Kris licks his parched lips, still aware of how much he wants to keep doing this - and not just the fucking, but being around Chanyeol even if they’re nothing more than friends who screw around.

“Kris,” Chanyeol moans, “fuck me like you love me.”

Something in Kris’ stomach clenches and he finds himself obeying, holding Chanyeol close with an arm around his waist and the other guiding his hips in slower, more rounded circles. Chanyeol smiles, dropping a kiss on Kris’ mouth before starting his up and down again, although at a far less brisk pace.

This is something new, something Kris doesn’t do. He likes it fast, hard, even desperate because that way there’s no room to think, to delve too deep. With Chanyeol, though, the intimacy seeps in, has him soothing palms over sweaty skin instead of scratching, leaning in to map over collarbones with his lips as Chanyeol breathes out his name.

It still manages to end quickly, probably because of the alcohol buzzing through their bodies. Kris holds Chanyeol tight as he shakes apart, head buried in Kris’ neck as they rock through it. Kris tries to pull Chanyeol off, but he refuses, keeping his hips moving until Kris comes long and hard. Light fuzzes in his vision and his throat burns and every muscle aches, but he feels far more sated than he’s ever been.

When Kris gathers his wits, he knocks the side of his head against Chanyeol’s, threading fingers through his hair to guide Chanyeol until they’re face to face. ”I don’t love you,” he clarifies, voice raspy around the edges.

Chanyeol doesn’t even flinch. “I know.”

“But I don’t want you to go,” Kris admits after a moment of silence.

“Then I won’t.”

“I can’t make you any promises.” Kris wishes he could, but it would be unfair to the both of them. The future is too uncertain to make claims of possible feelings and attachments where they may be none at all.

“That’s acceptable,” Chanyeol states with a smile. “As long as you let me know when you fall for me.”

Kris sputters and Chanyeol laughs, finally lifting off his lap to fall back on the bed. “And what makes you think you’re special enough?” he grumps, but Chanyeol just keeps laughing.

“Because I am.”

Kris kicks at him and Chanyeol wheezes as he rolls off the bed and onto the floor with a pained grunt. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Kris hears muffled cursing and the sound of clothes being tossed around. “As soon as I can get up.”

With a resigned sigh, Kris stands to throw out the condom before leaning down to aid Chanyeol off the floor. Kris ends up on the floor with him instead.

“Told you.”

Kris doesn’t know if he’ll ever be ready for a relationship again, but he’s decided that, at least for now, he can shelve the two week rule and spend as much time as he can enjoying the crazy that is Chanyeol.