[M] Booty Call (Friends With (1/1)

Booty Call (Friends With Benefits) Baekhyun rolled around in bed for two hours, horny and bored to tears.  He wasn’t tired, though, and although he could hear his roommate in the living room watching TV, the thought of going out and joining him didn’t appeal.  Neither did the idea of just touching himself.  He picked up his phone in a moment of desperation and thumbed through his contacts, coming across one he didn’t recognise.  When he opened it up, it still didn’t make any sense to him.  Whoever Chanyeol was, Baekhyun hoped he was open-minded, because Baekhyun was just bored enough to not give a fuck who he freaked out. He opened a text to the mysterious Chanyeol, and didn’t think about what he was doing as he typed.  I’m bored and horny.  Wanna come over and fuck? A few minutes later, his phone buzzed with an incoming message. Who’s this? It’s Baekhyun.  I found your number in my phone. This time, the reply was almost instant.  Oh yeah, the guy from the bar.  Where do you live? Baekhyun had gone out a few weeks ago, but he didn’t remember getting anyone’s number.  Boggling at his phone, he replied with his address, and then tidied his room quickly, shoving the dirty clothes under the bed and making sure his pyjamas were on the right way.  He went into the living room to wait.  Sehun fell over, laughing at something on the TV and spraying popcorn all over the floor. “I’ve got a friend coming over,” Baekhyun warned him.  Sehun gave a thumbs up and didn’t even look at him.  A few minutes later, a knock at the door startled them both.  “Who’s that?” Sehun asked, finally glancing over.  Baekhyun shrugged. “Friend of mine,” he hedged, and opened the door.  His mouth dropped open as he took in the six feet of pure sex-on-legs standing there with tousled hair and a lopsided grin.  “Wow, I have good taste,” he said. “Can I come in?” Chanyeol asked, and his voice was deep and rumbling and Baekhyun half-melted as he stepped back to allow him inside.  Chanyeol looked around once, taking in the details, cocked an eyebrow at the sight of Sehun kicking his feet in the air on the couch, and then closed the door behind himself and pushed Baekhyun against it, slotting one knee between Baekhyun’s thighs and kissing him.  Baekhyun completed the melt, letting Chanyeol take his weight between his body and the door, and wrapped his arms around Chanyeol’s neck for support.  He whined in his throat as Chanyeol rubbed against him, bringing him up to full hardness, and Baekhyun thoroughly enjoyed the friction between his thin cotton pyjamas and Chanyeol’s jeans.  Losing track of his thoughts, he planted one foot on the ground, standing on his tiptoes to kiss the taller man more easily, and hooked the other leg around Chanyeol’s hips, drawing him even closer.     Sehun squeaked from somewhere behind them.  “Am I interrupting something?” he asked, laughing.  Baekhyun pulled apart from Chanyeol just long enough to glare around his arm.  “Shut up and go away if you don’t want to watch, Sehun,” he warned, and then Chanyeol thrust against him once, throwing every ounce of coherent thought out the window.  “Do you have a bedroom?” Chanyeol murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest.  Baekhyun stared, glassy-eyed and breathing hard, unable to comprehend. “What?” “Does he have a bed?” Chanyeol asked, looking over his shoulder at Sehun, who was apparently going to take Baekhyun at his word about watching.  “Down the hall, second door on the right,” Sehun said.  “Keep it down, I want to watch my show!” With one hand, Chanyeol lifted Baekhyun off the ground and made his way down the hall to the indicated room.  Baekhyun found himself sailing through the air as Chanyeol literally threw him onto the bed, and elbowed his way up to the pillow, watching with unconcealed glee as Chanyeol stripped his shoes and jacket off before shedding his shirt and joining Baekhyun on the bed.  They resumed kissing, open-mouthed and messy, until Chanyeol severed the circuits between his brain and body by planting the heel of his palm firmly against Baekhyun’s erection.  Baekhyun seized the sheets for support as he threw his head back.  Chanyeol didn’t waste any time, moving lower and proceeding to suck a mark into the soft skin at his collarbone.  Baekhyun wiggled as the pleasure began to mount.  “Fuck this was such a good idea,” he breathed, laughing.  “Where have you been all my life?” “About five doors down, across the hall,” Chanyeol admitted roughly, sliding lower to suck one of Baekhyun’s nipples into his mouth.  Baekhyun’s back arched without permission, lifting his chest further up to the wet heat of Chanyeol’s mouth.  He whimpered noisily, and then gasped, because Chanyeol hadn’t been idle with his hand, either.  While Baekhyun was distracted, he’d wormed one hand under the waistband of his pyjamas, and now curled his fingers around Baekhyun’s aching length, stroking him gently.  “I’m already horny,” Baekhyun gasped.  “Fucking fuck me!” “Bossy,” Chanyeol murmured, but reached into his pocket and withdrew a condom.  He pulled back to unzip his pants, and Baekhyun, breathless, rolled slightly to fish the lube out of his bedside drawer before lifting his hips and shimmying out of his pyjamas.  He poured a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers, and then arched his back again, spreading it into and around his hole.   “I’ve never done this before,” Baekhyun admitted, while Chanyeol was rolling the condom on.  He paused halfway down his considerable length, and stared. “You’re a virgin?” “What?  No!  I meant I’ve never called someone I barely knew and invited them over for sex!”  Baekhyun rolled onto his hands and knees, presenting his ass with two fingers buried to the palm in order to entice Chanyeol to hurry.  “I don’t think I’m going to regret this,” he added, a sultry slant to his eyes.  Chanyeol visibly relaxed, and unhurriedly finished preparing himself.  “Me either,” he admitted, and seized Baekhyun by the hips.  “Is this alright?” “This is perfect,” Baekhyun whimpered, moving his hand so he could jerk himself off while Chanyeol positioned himself.  He felt the blunt head of Chanyeol’s dick pressing against him, focused on relaxing, and then nearly screamed as Chanyeol entered him in one thrust.  “Holyfuck you’re so big,” he gasped when he could breathe again.  He felt like he was going to be split in half, but the burning pleasure was exactly what he’d been craving.  “That’s what they all say,” Chanyeol said, and Baekhyun could hear the grin in his voice.  Pretty soon, they had a heavy rhythm going, and the only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing and the slap of skin against skin.  Baekhyun braced himself against the wall with one hand, and pushed back against every thrust, helpless moans spilling out of his mouth as the pleasure peaked.  All too soon, he was shuddering and half-screaming his way through the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced, and behind him, he could feel Chanyeol stiffen and shiver as he followed Baekhyun over the edge.  Withdrawing, he carefully removed the condom, and wrapped it in a tissue before disposing of it in the waste basket Baekhyun indicated.  Sweaty and thoroughly wrung out, Baekhyun lay limply against the bed, watching Chanyeol move unselfconsciously around his room, collecting his things.  “We should do this again,” Chanyeol said slyly.  Baekhyun nodded, too out of breath to speak.  “Goodnight,” Chanyeol said, and let himself out.  Baekhyun grinned widely, unable to believe his phenomenal good luck.  He fell asleep smiling and thoroughly fucked out.  * The next morning, Sehun eyed him silently.  For a while, Baekhyun’s fog of happy fulfillment blocked it out, but finally the tension was too much to bear. “What?” “I can’t believe you,” Sehun said, shaking his head.  “I’m going to work, try not to wreck the apartment if he comes back!” Baekhyun gaped at his retreating back, stunned wordless until it was almost too late to say anything.  “He was just a one-night-stand!” Baekhyun called finally, as Sehun was closing the door. “Whatever!” Sehun called back, and slammed the door behind him.  Baekhyun rolled his eyes, and retreated to his studio to continue work on his next painting.  He had an exhibition coming up soon, and he needed to get all the things worked on that he could manage.  * A few weeks later, with the deadline for his exhibition looming, Baekhyun once again found himself itching and restless, in need of a good fuck.  “What you need is a good boyfriend,” Sehun told him, straightening his collar. “Just because you found the love of your life, doesn’t mean we all get to be so lucky,” Baekhyun said, watching him with just a trace of bitterness.  “Just go out and try dating,” Sehun informed him.  “You found him at a bar, maybe you’ll find someone else.” “But that’s so cheesy,” Baekhyun whined.  “Whatever,” Sehun said crossly.  “You just need to get laid again.  Call him back.  But remember what I said about trashing the apartment.  If you break it, you not only clean up the mess, but you buy a more expensive replacement!” “We’re not going to break anything!” “Whatever!” Sehun called over his shoulder.  Baekhyun retreated into his studio, putting the finishing touches on a piece he’d begun working on after his torrid night with Chanyeol.  It was a fiery bird, locked in a battle with the moon.  It was, in his own opinion, one of the greatest things he’d ever painted, and he was tempted to keep it for himself.  The irritating chirp of his ringtone finally drew him out of the painting zone, and he retrieved his phone with an irritated sigh. “Yes?” A familiar voice rumbled through the connection.  “Heyah,” Chanyeol said.  “I’m bored and wondered if you were free.”   “I am now,” Baekhyun purred.  Just the sound of Chanyeol’s voice was enough to get him hot.  “Wanna come over?” “I’m outside now.”  Baekhyun rushed over and opened the door, finding Chanyeol was as good as his word.  He raised an eyebrow at Baekhyun’s disheveled, paint-smeared appearance.  “I was working when you called,” Baekhyun explained.  He stripped off the stained apron, and chucked it into the kitchen to be washed later.  As before, Chanyeol kicked the door closed with one foot, and then advanced on Baekhyun, kissing him when he caught the smaller man.  Without quite knowing how, Baekhyun found himself bent backwards over the couch, his head brushing the seat cushions.  Chanyeol smirked at him. “This is a good look for you,” he said, and worked to unzip Baekhyun’s jeans.  “What’s that supposed to mea-ahhh,” Baekhyun let his head fall back as Chanyeol’s nimble fingers made their way inside his jeans, cupping him and stroking him through his underwear.  “Mm, I can’t – I can’t think when you do that,” Baekhyun gasped. “That’s the point,” Chanyeol said wickedly.  “You’re not supposed to think.”  Baekhyun wined as Chanyeol leaned down and began licking him.  His feet wouldn’t reach the floor from this position, and so he had no leverage for thrusting up.  With both of Chanyeol’s hands on his hips, holding him down, he was effectively rendered helpless, and while he normally wouldn’t permit it, something about Chanyeol seemed trustworthy.  Chanyeol, meanwhile, yanked his jeans down to his knees, locking his legs together, and divested himself of his clothes, preparing the condom and lube.  Baekhyun squirmed, and Chanyeol planted on hand firmly on his stomach, just above his leaking erection. “Don’t move,” he warned.  Baekhyun melted, becoming boneless against the sofa.  Too soon and not quickly enough, Chanyeol was ready, and Baekhyun had to catch himself on the edge of the couch to keep from falling off entirely when Chanyeol unexpectedly lifted his legs into the air, propping them over his shoulder and aligning himself with Baekhyun’s body.  Then he began to push in, and Baekhyun immediately realised the benefits of this angle, as every inch of Chanyeol’s considerable length scraped along his prostate.  Already reduced to whining and moaning wordlessly, Baekhyun couldn’t do anything but take it as Chanyeol pounded into him, every move pushing the pleasure higher.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Baekhyun whimpered.  “Oh god!”  “Just Chanyeol,” his lover quipped.  Baekhyun knew there was a joke somewhere in that statement, but couldn’t get a handle on his facilities long enough to discern it.  “Fucking – fuck!”  Faster than he thought possible, Baekhyun was coming over his stomach.  He was incredibly embarrassed, but Chanyeol didn’t seem to notice.  “That was fast,” he murmured, and Baekhyun hastily reassessed how much he was aware of.  “Is this a good thing or a bad thing?  It took longer last time, and you said you were horny then,” Chanyeol continued.  “So I’m a little concerned that you blew so fast this time.” “It wasn’t fast,” Baekhyun whined.  Chanyeol, somehow, was still fucking him in long, slow strokes as he talked, and Baekhyun envied him his wherewithal.  His oversensitive body was beginning to stir again, however.  Every thrust pushed the air out of his lungs, and he couldn’t seem to get a deep enough breath to replenish it.  All the blood not currently in his dick was also rushing to his head, making him dizzy.  He’d never gotten hard so quickly after coming in his life, and each sensation was exquisite, almost painfully pleasurable.  “It’s – good,” Baekhyun added.  “Fuck, so good.”  Chanyeol pulled him up and rearranged their position, reducing Baekhyun to mindless swearing once again as the thrusts increased in pace and power.  This time Chanyeol came first, everything the same as he had last time, and as Baekhyun felt him getting soft inside his body, it pushed him into his second climax.  As Chanyeol withdrew, Baekhyun slumped feet first onto the floor, and blacked out.  When he came to a few seconds later, Chanyeol was fanning him nervously. “You okay?” “That was incredible,” Baekhyun murmured.  “Do you feel better?” Chanyeol looked startled, but then a slow, warm smile spread across his face.  “Yeah, I do.”  Baekhyun grinned back and dozed off, worn out by their exertions.  * “What the fuck, Baekhyun?  Why does it smell like sex in here?” Baekhyun awoke to a mostly-dark apartment, and the sound of his roommate’s irritated voice.  “Whu?” “And why are you sleeping on the couch?” Baekhyun rolled off onto the floor and picked himself up.  “Chanyeol came over,” he said, stretching.  His back hurt in ten places, his ass throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and his legs felt like cooked noodles, but he’d never been so happy.  “Have you ever been fucked into unconsciousness?” Sehun sniffed.  “Luhan has class,” he said haughtily.  “Do you even get past second base?” “Of course!  We’re just tasteful about it.”  “We didn’t break anything,” Baekhyun taunted.  Then he winced, as his back twinged.  “Well, maybe he broke me,” he muttered, rubbing his spine.  Sehun’s eyes were wide.  “What did you do?” “Got laid,” Baekhyun said, grinning sleepily.  Sehun took a deep breath, and was silent just long enough for him to count to ten.  “I’m probably going to regret this,” he said.  “But where?” “Over the couch,” Baekhyun admitted.  Sehun shrieked.  “You fucked on the couch?  Now I can never sit there!” “Not on,” Baekhyun corrected.  “Over.” “Elucidate.” Since there was no way in hell Baekhyun was going to bend himself back over the couch, he lead Sehun to it and pushed him over it instead to demonstrate.  He could see a gleam light Sehun’s eyes as he took in the ramifications of that position.  “It was amazing,” Baekhyun told him.  “But now I’m in a huge amount of pain, so I’m going to take some medicine and go to bed.”  Sehun waved him off distractedly, already on his phone.  Baekhyun took some of the strongest medication they had – prescription morphine, from the last time Sehun broke his arm in a stunt – and retired to bed.  * The day of the exhibition dawned beautifully.  Baekhyun sat bolt upright in bed and realised he had no one to take as a date to his own exhibition, and none of his friends were free.  In a moment of desperation, he called Chanyeol. “Are you free today?” “The whole day?  I don’t know, Baekhyun, last time you only went twice before you fell asleep, I’m not sure how you’d manage a full day.” “Not for fucking,” Baekhyun said.  “I need someone to go with me to my exhibition.” “Your what?” “I’m selling my art at a local gallery,” Baekhyun explained.  “And it opens today, and there’s a party, and I don’t want to go alone, so could you come with me?”  Chanyeol was silent for so long that Baekhyun was sure he was going to say no.  That’s why it came as such a surprise when he answered in the affirmative. “Just let me get dressed,” Chanyeol said. “Thank you,” Baekhyun said.  The party was a success all around; most of the pieces were sold right then and there, and bids were put in for others.  Baekhyun relaxed, and was grateful to see Chanyeol seemed to be enjoying himself, too. “You’re really good,” he said, halfway through the day.  “When I realised you painted, I didn’t think you’d be an actual professional.”  Baekhyun accepted the compliment bashfully.  “It pays the bills,” he said, but he couldn’t help the bright smile that lit his face for the rest of the afternoon. * “So things are getting pretty serious with Chanyeol, hmm?” Baekhyun glanced up at Sehun with wide eyes and shook his head slowly.  “He’s just a booty call,” he said.  “Why, do you want us to get serious?  Wedding bells and a house with a fence, just like you’re planning with Luhan?” Sehun rolled his eyes.  “Luhan and I are nowhere near ready to take that step in our relationship,” he said.  “But you’ve talked about it,” Baekhyun pointed out.  “Chanyeol and I don’t talk.” “But you took him to your exhibition,” Sehun pointed out. “Because there was no other choice.  Are you done hassling me?” “Maybe,” Sehun said.  “Why, do you have plans?” “Maybe.” Baekhyun threw himself to his feet, and left the apartment.