Of Frustrations (1/1)

Chanyeol woke up an hour later, feeling something on his neck. When he opened his eyes, his eyesight was blurry. He felt something move over his stomach, his eyes widened. He tensed up. Then there was something quite pointed being rubbed on his neck. There was a groan and he realized that Baekhyun was there beside him. It was Baekhyun sleeping with him on his bed. It was his nose that was against his neck and it was Baekhyun’s hand over his stomach. What happened wasn’t just a dream. Baekhyun moaned in his sleep. Chanyeol’s eyes widened. Something is happening to him down there. Slowly, he pulled himself out of Baekhyun’s hold. He set his feet on the floor and went to the bathroom, but not without making Baekhyun comfortable by draping his blanket over his body. The raven haired male decided to take a bath. A cold bath would take care of his problem. When Baekhyun woke up, he felt everything going around him in a blur. He remembered what happened, it was clear because of the pain on his lower back. Then his vision snapped clearly, his eyes landing on a figure by the edge of the bed. Chanyeol was drinking something from the cup, eyeing him carefully. “You’re being creepy again, stop.” Baekhyun said, his voice groggy from sleep. He pulled himself up, “Can I have my clothes, Chanyeol?” As the blanket fell off of Baekhyun’s torso, Chanyeol was given the distracting scenery of the brunet’s body filled with marks done by him—especially on the neck. He looked away in an instant. He would be lying if he said he that he couldn’t imagine another round happening right now, but he has to control himself. Losing control once was enough. It shouldn’t happen again. “You’re not going to take a bath?” Baekhyun reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll take one at home. What time is it?” “It’s still early. Not yet dark outside, Luhan’s okay, I guess.” The brunet raised a brow at him. “I asked for the time. How the hell did ‘still early’ became time?” “It’s how you say the time when you don’t have a timepiece that shows the time of the day inside your room.” Baekhyun eyed him as he sipped on his…coffee? He didn’t care. He scoffed and let himself fall back on the mattress. “You don’t have a clock?” When Chanyeol raised his shoulders, Baekhyun thought of his phone. Surely it could tell him the exact time, but remembering the phone comes with remembering what happened to it. He started thrashing from side to side in frustration. How would he tell his mom about it? Chanyeol whipped his head to look at the brunet and what’s happening to him but it was a wrong thing to do because the blanket fell dangerously low—on Baekhyun’s hips. He coughed on his coffee, almost spilling the hot liquid on his lap. He stood up and put it on the nightstand. Walking over to his table, he willed himself to erase the scene that was building inside his mind. He grabbed Baekhyun’s clothes and handed it to the brunet. “I don’t want to go home.” Baekhyun croaked as he took his clothes. “Want to stay?” Chanyeol said in a teasing way and shit did not do any good to him. “I prefer to go home than to stay, Park Chanyeol. Who knows, at the middle of the night, I’d be awaken to your urge to retrace my sexy curves.” The raven haired nodded. Not just retrace them, he added in his mind. Then he walked towards the door but before he went out, he said, “I’ll get the car ready while you change. Take your time, sexy.” Baekhyun stared at the door, dumbfounded. Why was Chanyeol like that? Maybe because of what happened? He shrugged off the thought. People do have certain changes after sex, and a while later they’d be back to what they were before sex. He rolled his eyes before fixing himself.