[M] Youre Really Something E (1/1)

You’re Really Something Else Baekhyun heard someone moving around in the apartment and woke suddenly, wondering who it was.  He could feel arms around his waist, and for a moment couldn’t remember who it was.  Then he remembered Chanyeol coming in and acting out his rape-fantasy, before falling asleep in his bed.  He twisted around, just to make sure it was still Chanyeol, and was treated to the unforeseen delight of seeing Chanyeol with his head thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth open as he slept soundly.  Sliding carefully out of bed so as to not jostle Chanyeol, he found pants and drew them on before stepping into the hallway.  He saw Sehun, and nearly fell over with relief, going out to join him in the kitchen. “You’re home late,” he commented.  Sehun jumped. “I went out with Luhan to celebrate,” he said.  “What are you doing up?” “You woke me,” Baekhyun replied, poking him in the arm.  “Did you have a good evening?” Sehun’s grin said more than words could possibly convey.  “What about you?  I saw the painting, it’s looking good.   Are you done with it?  Oh, and did you know you dropped like half your supplies?” Baekhyun flushed.  “I had a good reason, but you probably don’t want to know what it was.”  “What?  Why?” Sehun shrieked as a third person lumbered out of the darkness.  “Do you guys know how late it is,” Chanyeol mumbled.  Sehun’s mouth dropped open as he took in Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s related state of undress – Baekhyun wearing only his cotton pyjama pants, and Chanyeol in a pair of jeans he’d pulled up but not bothered to fasten – and the fact that Chanyeol was in his apartment at two in the morning.  The open-mouthed shock turned to a sly smile. “I see,” he said.  “Sounds like you had a good day, too.”  Chanyeol snagged Baekhyun’s arm, and tied something around his wrist.  “Don’t make me tie you to the bed again,” Chanyeol warned, and Sehun laughed.  “That was a little too much information,” he said.  Baekhyun realised his goal belatedly as Chanyeol finished tying his wrists together, and used the tie as a leash to tug him back towards the bedroom.  Looking over his shoulder at his roommate, Baekhyun flashed a happy grin in his direction, and was answered by Sehun’s thumbs up.  “Keep it down, kids!” Sehun warned, and as soon as they were back in the bedroom, Chanyeol looped the long end of the tie around Baekhyun’s shoulders, hoisting his hands up out of the way before he dropped to his knees, pushed Baekhyun up against his bedroom door and nuzzled his dick through the pyjama pants. “I got cold when you left,” Chanyeol said.  Baekhyun would have thought he’d be fucked out entirely, but to his surprise, found himself getting hard under Chanyeol’s mouth.  “It’s been a while since I slept with anyone,” Chanyeol continued, as if he wasn’t kneeling between Baekhyun’s legs after tying him up with a tie.  “I forgot how nice it was.  That’s why you shouldn’t leave in the middle of the night.”  “I didn’t leave,” Baekhyun said.  “This is my house.”  He swallowed noisily as Chanyeol failed to reply, choosing instead to wrap his lips around Baekhyun’s dick through his pants.  His breath was hot and the sensations were strange but good.  Baekhyun’s hands curled into fists where they were trapped by his neck, and he tried to lower his hands and help Chanyeol, but the taller man kept a firm grip on the leash end of the tie and held it down, keeping his hands up as he mouthed Baekhyun’s stirring erection.  “You’re insatiable,” Baekhyun commented breathlessly.  “I have a pretty strong sex drive, yeah,” Chanyeol replied, using his free hand to shimmy Baekhyun’s pants down his legs before taking his half-hard length into his mouth at once.  Baekhyun threw his head back so hard he hit the door, but he didn’t even notice because Chanyeol was doing ungodly things with his tongue, stopping every few seconds to suck in just the right places.  Once Baekhyun was fully hard and panting, Chanyeol pulled back and drew him towards the bed, shedding his own jeans as he walked before pushing Baekhyun face first down onto the bed.  Baekhyun got onto his elbows and half-rose before Chanyeol put two hands on each side of his ass, spread his cheeks, and buried his tongue in his hole.  Baekhyun had never been rimmed before, and the feeling of that hot, wet, prehensile muscle poking against his hole nearly made him come right then and there.  “Oh god!”  Baekhyun moaned instead, pleasure spiking through him.  “You’re so sensitive,” Chanyeol commented, and the deep rumble of his voice against Baekhyun’s most sensitive orifice was a special hell all its own.  “If you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to die,” Baekhyun told him, burying his face against the mattress to muffle himself.  Chanyeol pulled away, drawing a whine out of Baekhyun, and then lay down on the bed, grabbing the tie that still bound Baekhyun’s wrists to guide him.  Baekhyun kissed his jaw, not sure if he wanted to kiss his mouth until he washed, and then felt Chanyeol’s hands on his hips.  “Why don’t you fuck me,” Chanyeol suggested, maneuvering him into position until he pushed Baekhyun down, spearing him on his dick.  Baekhyun’s toes curled as the pleasure shot up his spine, and then braced himself with his hands against Chanyeol’s stomach and lifted himself up and down, fucking him slowly.  Chanyeol got in on the rhythm and arched his hips to meet him on every down thrust, and they stayed like that for what felt like hours, not fucking for an orgasm, just feeling each other’s bodies.  * Baekhyun woke the next morning stretched across his bed diagonally, slumped over Chanyeol’s sleeping body with his hands still tied together.  He wormed his way free, and rolled out of bed, listening to Chanyeol stirring as he left him.  He felt sticky, sweaty, and gross in every possible way, and vanished down the hall for a shower before Chanyeol could open his eyes.  He was sore again, but his body was getting used to the acrobatic sex he was getting, and beginning to adjust.  The hot water helped immensely.  Clean and refreshed, Baekhyun hurried back to his bedroom and found it empty, the only sign Chanyeol had been there the discarded handcuffs, tie and sack he’d used to “abduct” Baekhyun the day before.  He dressed quickly, and found Chanyeol in yesterday’s clothes, sitting at the kitchen table with Sehun, chatting quietly over cups of coffee.  “Feel better?” Sehun winked at him.  Baekhyun rolled his eyes and collected a cup of coffee for himself.  “Good morning,” he said, feeling awkward.   Chanyeol grinned at him. “It certainly is,” he said.  Sehun groaned. “So,” he said, looking back and forth between them.  “Are you two together now?  Like, boyfriends or whatever?” Baekhyun and Chanyeol exchanged a glance.  “No,” they said in unison.  “It’s just sex,” Chanyeol added.  “Thanks for the coffee, but I’ve got to get a shower, myself.”  He rose, deposited his cup in the kitchen, and left whistling.  Baekhyun walled off the portion of his mind that felt hurt by Chanyeol’s casual admission, and began thinking about boyfriends.  “I can’t keep up with him,” he admitted.  “Maybe it’s time I did find someone of my own.” Sehun glanced at him, surprised.  “Really?” Baekhyun curled his lips inward and raised his eyebrows.  “I’m lonely,” he explained.  “Fucking is nice, but so is having a boyfriend.” Sehun shrugged.  “Why not just ask him out?” “You heard him just now.  He’s not interested.” “He said it’s just sex.  He didn’t say it had to be just sex for the rest of your lives,” Sehun pointed out, and got up to load the cups into the dishwasher.  Baekhyun tapped his fingers on the table and considered.  “I don’t know if I could handle him as a boyfriend,” he said finally.  “I’m just going to go out and see what I can find.”  * Which is how he found himself at the bar again, actively looking for someone new.  He was approached by various skeevy people, but none of them felt right.  Finally about to give up at the end of the night, someone sat down beside him and offered him a drink. “I’m Jongin,” he said.  “You look like you’ve been wading through shit all night.” Baekhyun accepted it.  “I have been.  I’m Baekhyun,” he added, and offered his hand.  “Nice to meet you.” Jongin was sweet and kind and sexy and friendly and Baekhyun thought maybe he’d get lucky with him.  When they left the bar and went to a restaurant, he found the other man to be boring and vapid, with no other interest beside his dancing.  When his cell phone buzzed, he excused himself to check it, grateful for any kind of interruption.  It was Chanyeol, of course.  Where are you? Baekhyun debated on lying to him, but he wasn’t drunk enough to bypass the guilt, and told the truth.  I tried dating some guy I met, he admitted.  It’s not going so well.  Want me to call you with a rescue? That’d be great!  Baekhyun returned to the table, apologised and said something was going on at home and he might have to leave, and then just a few minutes later, his phone rang.  “Hey, I’m just calling to let you know you have a super emergency going on and need to leave immediately,” Chanyeol said, laughing.  Baekhyun pulled his acting skills together and arranged his expression to be one of horror. “What?  Oh my god, okay, I’m on my way!”  He rose quickly.  “I’m so sorry, Jongin, I’ve got to go, now.”  Jongin made all the right noises and let him go.  Baekhyun beat a hasty retreat, looking back to see Jongin flirting with their waiter, Kyungsoo, as equally easy as he’d flirted with Baekhyun in the bar.  When he was out of earshot, he returned to his phone. “Thanks for that,” Baekhyun said gratefully.  “Not a problem,” Chanyeol assured him.  “Why the sudden dating?  Bored with me already?” “As if,” Baekhyun said, flagging down a cab.  “You couldn’t be boring if you tried, I just wanted something different.  Plus, I see Luhan and Sehun being all lovey-dovey, and it makes me jealous,” he added.  “I can’t be seen in a relationship with anyone for another six months,” Chanyeol said mournfully.  “Or I’d offer for you.” Baekhyun climbed into the taxi, scowling.  “What do you mean you can’t be seen?  What are you, some kind of secret agent?” Chanyeol laughed, a little nervously.  “Nope,” he said.  “Maybe I’ll tell you one day.” “It’s not fair,” Baekhyun whined.  “You know everything about me, and I barely know anything about you.” “That’s life!” Chanyeol boomed heartily, and rang off.  Baekhyun stared at his phone and then tried searching for Chanyeol online before he realised he didn’t even know the man’s last name.  Baekhyun’s next date with a man named Jongkyun went better than he expected, and he suddenly found himself caught up with a new boyfriend.  Things went well for a while, with flowers and dates and cuddling on the couch and even one memorable double-date with Luhan and Sehun, and then completely by accident, Baekhyun discovered that he was cheating and broke it off with him.  He was out to lunch with Tao and Chanyeol, lamenting the sorry state of his love-life, when suddenly Tao perked up. “Date me,” he said.  Baekhyun and Chanyeol both swiveled around to stare at him.  “What?” Chanyeol snapped. “What?” Baekhyun echoed a second later, with considerably more interest.  “You’re my friend, that’d be weird,” he added. “It’d be great,” Tao said.  “Since we’re both more interested in other people –” “What,” Baekhyun interjected flatly, but Tao ignored him. “– It wouldn’t have to be anything serious, but we could give each other what we’re lacking, and go on dates, and there wouldn’t be any kind of emotional tangle to worry about.”  Tao beamed, satisfied with his solution.  Baekhyun considered it seriously.  Barring that offhand comment about ‘other people’, Tao made a good point.  “Alright,” Baekhyun said, intrigued.  Chanyeol sighed, looking grumpy.  “Why don’t you come over tonight?  I’ll cook,” Tao offered.  The back of Baekhyun’s neck prickled, and he glanced around curiously.  Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, though.  “Sure,” he agreed, feeling good.  * Sehun was overjoyed.  “This is so cool, we both have famous boyfriends!”  “Tao’s just a friend,” Baekhyun tried to remind him. “But a friend with benefits,” Sehun pointed out.  “Same as Chanyeol.  What are you going to do about Chanyeol, anyway?” Baekhyun shrugged.  “Tao said he doesn’t mind if we fuck, since he’s not interested in sleeping with anyone but his ex.” “You do realise that this is going to turn into one big emotional tangle,” Sehun warned.  “Also, be careful going out tonight, there’s a black SUV that’s been parked by the corner for like a week now, and I think they’re watching someone in this building.” He went to stand by the window, peering out, and nodded when he saw the car again. Baekhyun scowled.  “I don’t know what you mean,” he said, and joined him.  Sure enough, an out-of-place SUV was lurking in the corner of the parking lot.  “That could be anyone’s,” he said.  “Maybe a new tenant?” “It hasn’t moved in a week,” Sehun said.  “Just be careful.”  * Baekhyun got to Tao’s spacious flat safely, and peered around.  There were a lot of photographs blown up to poster size, and notably, a couple of paintings by Baekhyun himself,  including the portrait Tao had commissioned for his ex.  The style was minimalistic, but tasteful, and Baekhyun was comfortable there.  Tao fluttered around the kitchen, rambling as he finished the meal he’d prepared. “I know not to serve you alcohol,” he said brightly.  Baekhyun buried his face in his hands. “It’s not my fault,” he said. “I think it’s adorable.  And just for the record, Chanyeol isn’t very happy with the idea of us together.” Baekhyun’s mouth fell open.  “What?  Why?” “He’s on restriction for a while, because he’s got something important coming up and can’t date,” Tao explained.  It was nothing more than Chanyeol himself had let slip, and Baekhyun wondered anew if he could get more information out of Tao.  “But he wants to date you, and he’s pissed off because I’m dating you instead.”  He set a plate down in front of Baekhyun with a smug grin.  “So what’s he got going on?” “His mother is big into politics,” Tao said, settling beside him.  “And he can’t do anything that even looks like it might resemble something approaching a scandal, so he’s keeping his head down and his nose clean.”  Baekhyun’s mouth dropped open.  “Oh,” he said.  “Oh!  Is his mother Presidential Candidate Park Soon-ae?” Tao nodded around a mouthful of food.  “He’s also illegitimate,” he said, swallowing.  “His father was the prince of some European country.” Baekhyun choked.  “He’s what?” Tao’s mouth fell open.  “I shouldn’t have told you that!”