[M] Dangerous Living (1/1)

Dangerous Living Baekhyun was tied to the bed again.  He was beginning to think Chanyeol had a bit of a kinky streak as well as the stamina of a horse, and his present predicament was doing nothing to dispel that conclusion.  He was all for a little rough play in the bedroom, but Chanyeol had a fascination with tying him up that was almost too much to handle.  And now he’d brought a couple of things into the room with him, including a steaming mug of something, and a bowl of something else Baekhyun couldn’t see clearly.  He drew the bowl towards him and picked something up, bringing it to Baekhyun’s chest and touching it to his nipple. It turned out to be an ice cube, and it was so cold it almost hurt.  Still, it was soft and intriguing to feel, and Baekhyun began panting without being aware of it.  A moment later, Chanyeol picked up the mug, took a sip and then lowered his face to the iced nipple before enclosing it in his mouth.  The contrast of the heat of his mouth with the frozen cube had Baekhyun arching his hips up off the bed.  Without taking the ice cube off his body, Chanyeol began trailing it across Baekhyun’s chest leaving a line of ice water along his skin to the other side of his chest before taking another sip of the hot liquid and tracing the line with his super-heated tongue.  Baekhyun whimpered as the sensations overwhelmed him, wondering where Chanyeol was going to take this.  He got his answer a moment later when the cube slid down his stomach, skirting his navel and dipping into the hollows of his hipbones before Chanyeol had to replace it with a fresh cube.  He followed every movement of the ice with his mouth until he reached Baekhyun’s half-hard length.  Looking up his body, Chanyeol raised his eyebrows.  Baekhyun shook his head in silent supplication, and for a moment he thought maybe Chanyeol would listen to him as the taller man engulfed his length between his lips, sucking noisily until Baekhyun was moaning and fully hard, his hips twitching languidly.  Then he pulled back and blew a cold stream of air directly onto the spit-wet skin of his dick, and Baekhyun nearly screamed as he tried to pull away and thrust up at the same time, the contrast making him shiver.  “Having fun?” “You’re sadistic,” Baekhyun gasped.  Chanyeol chuckled.  “Not yet, but I could be, if you think I am.”  Baekhyun’s lips formed the word ‘what’ but he didn’t get any air behind it  as Chanyeol retrieved another ice cube and pressed it against his entrance.  Baekhyun squeaked and moaned in a series of escalating “Ah – ah – ah!” noises as the cube entered his body, colder than anything he’d ever put near himself, and it was nearly enough to kill his erection until Chanyeol sucked him down his throat again.  The contrast between the ice in his ass and the steaming wetness of Chanyeol’s mouth nearly drove him insane, and he almost didn’t notice when Chanyeol pushed another cube into him.  He felt the third one going in, however, because now they were beginning to press against his inner walls, and bizarrely, they shifted as he moved and wiggled, trying to dislodge them.  It was cold and uncomfortable, but the sensations were beyond anything he could have imagined.  Then to his surprise, Chanyeol was lifting himself up across Baekhyun’s body, readying himself to fuck the smaller man, ice cubes and all.  It hurt just a little at first as the cubes dug into his insides, but they were melting quickly and soon the contrast of heat and ice was making Baekhyun see stars.  Pretty soon, it was just water and he felt uncomfortably wet, but the friction of Chanyeol’s long thrusts was driving everything out of his head.  For once, Chanyeol climaxed before Baekhyun, but he shimmied back down Baekhyun’s body and sucked him off as soon as he was done riding out his orgasm.  Lying together in the afterglow of the interesting sex, Baekhyun told Chanyeol some of the things that had been in his head lately.  “I never really thought I could fall in love,” he began.  Chanyeol tilted his head curiously, but waited in silence for him to complete his thought.  “But I have to be honest, I think I’m falling for you.” Chanyeol leaned over and kissed him.  “I knew I loved you when we met in that bar,” he admitted.  “But you never gave me your number, and when you didn’t call me after, I thought it wasn’t meant to be.” Baekhyun flushed.  “I forgot I’d met you,” he said, embarrassed.  “Mm.  Good thing you were bored and horny, huh?” Baekhyun snickered.  “Oh,” he said suddenly.  “Luhan’s going to a ‘Thank God It’s Over’ dinner party next week to celebrate wrapping up his new film.  He’s taking Sehun, obviously, but he also invited me and told me to bring anyone I liked, so, would you want to go with me?” Chanyeol smirked.  “Like a date?” “Sure.” “Of course.”  Chanyeol’s expression changed suddenly.  “Wait.  That wouldn’t be the Luhan, would it?” Baekhyun nodded silently, and then dissolved into giggles when Chanyeol started freaking out.  “Oh my god,” he said.  “I’m such a huge fan and you’re just all nonchalant about it!  I knew I recognised the name last time you talked about him, but I didn’t realise it was the Luhan!  I’m going to meet Luhan!” Baekhyun laughed himself silly. * Unlike the state dinner Chanyeol had taken him to in Cheju, the film crew’s party was a loud and raucous affair, with people getting drunk and talking over one another until they were shouting to be heard over the general din.  Baekhyun had been introduced to the security guy who was assigned to him, because of Chanyeol, and although he was a little freaked out by the notion of personal security, he also knew some of the other people at the party also had hired guards in the vicinity.  The difference was, he reasoned to himself, that they actually required the security.  He’d also formally met Chanyeol’s mother, a pretty, matronly woman who reminded Baekhyun of his own mother in her manner.  Chanyeol had been delighted to say, “My boyfriend” to her, and Baekhyun had been warmly welcomed.  She’d also been a fan of his, and Baekhyun had been awed and flattered to see one of his own paintings hanging in her office before she somehow wrangled him into a commission for something just for her.  Baekhyun already knew what he was going to do; a field of stars against a blue sky, to represent the people she wanted to lead, but then the party had come up and he’d had to shelve it before getting to anything other than the background.  Baekhyun didn’t think it was possible to be any happier, he decided, and looked around at the party of actors and other production crewmembers, as well as his longtime friend, his happy boyfriend, and Baekhyun’s own boyfriend.  Chanyeol caught him looking and smiled long and slow, the look in his eyes telling Baekhyun exactly  what he was thinking.  Baekhyun was almost ready to excuse themselves from the party and drag Chanyeol into the nearest empty room when his cell phone rang.  He checked the number quickly, and realised it was his mother.  Since she rarely called him, Baekhyun immediately feared the worst, and hurried out the door, leaving a baffled Chanyeol behind.  “Mom, what’s wr–” An unfamiliar voice cut him off.  “Nothing.”  Baekhyun heard the brakes squeal behind him, but hadn’t even begun to turn before someone grabbed him, hauling him roughly backwards.  His knees hit something hard, and his phone dropped to the ground, and then he was inside a van of some kind, surrounded by mean looking people he’d never seen before.  Oh my god I’m being kidnapped, Baekhyun thought, and then someone got into his face with a flashlight.  “Yep, this is him.” Someone else laughed.  “Told you it was worth bugging her office,” he said roughly.  Baekhyun pulled free of their grasp and curled up with his knees against his chest.  They slammed the door shut and the van lurched into motion.  Stay calm.  Chanyeol assigned a security guard to you for exactly this kind of situation, Baekhyun told himself.  I just need to not piss them off before someone comes for me.  “You’re going to make us very rich, little boy,” one of the men leered at him.  Baekhyun studied each of their faces in silence, but he couldn’t hide the fact that he was shaking in fear.  * Sehun looked up from his drink suddenly, and glanced around.  “Baekhyun’s been gone an awfully long time,” he commented. Chanyeol, who’d been enjoying the party, realised Sehun was right.  He rose from his seat and saw two of his security detail outside arguing.  There was no sign of Baekhyun.  Concerned, he stepped outside, and was stunned by what he was hearing. “How could you take your eyes off him?  You could have said something to someone!” “There’s tons of people here, how could anything have gone wrong?” “Something did!” “Guys?” Chanyeol interjected.  Immediately they straightened and bowed to him sharply.  “Master Park,” said his head of security.  “What’s going on?  Have you seen Baekhyun?” “Negative, sir,” he replied.  “Moon took a bathroom break, and we lost sight of him.”  He glowered at his partner, and Chanyeol felt ice drop into his stomach, because Moon was the man who was supposed to have been keeping an eye on Baekhyun.  “Maybe he went home,” Moon suggested.  A splash of colour drew Chanyeol’s attention, and he went to pick it up.  There by the curb, face down, was Baekhyun’s cell phone.  “I don’t think so,” Chanyeol said, displaying the cracked phone screen.  “Find him!” They bowed in unison.  “Yes, sir!” Chanyeol pocketed the phone, wondering what could have happened, and whether or not he should alarm the others.  Sehun took the matter out of his hands by poking his head out the door.  “Chanyeol, where is he?  Is everything okay?” Chanyeol shook his head mutely.  “I don’t know.”  * They duct-taped his hands together behind his back, taped his feet together, and wrapped another length of tape around his mouth just for good measure.  Baekhyun glowered his captors above the tight tape, subconsciously comparing the feeling of actually being abducted to the game he and Chanyeol had played a few weeks ago.  Chanyeol had taken a great deal more care with how he was tied, he noted, and wriggled, trying to get some blood flow back to his hands.  The tape was making it hard for him to breathe, too.  He hoped they didn’t intend to kill him, and then as if they’d read his mind, one of the men came over to him. “You’re worth more to us alive,” he said derisively.  Baekhyun lifted his chin into the air haughtily.  “All we need you for is ransom,” he continued.  “And we don’t need the cops on our trail.  You’ll be our guest just long enough for us to get the money and get out, so don’t get too comfortable.  That is, if he’ll even pay it.”  He snorted with laughter, and Baekhyun swallowed behind the gag.  Surely – surely, Chanyeol would do whatever it took to get him back.  Wouldn’t he?  He’d said he was in love, but he’d also said he needed to keep his head down and not cause a ruckus.  Baekhyun being snatched off the street in broad daylight was certainly qualified, and for a moment he wasn’t entirely sure if he was worth whatever they were asking from his boyfriend.  They’d only known each other a couple of months, after all.  Baekhyun squeezed his hands, trying to keep them from going numb, and focused on the motion to keep the unwelcome thoughts at bay.  * “We’ve located a security camera on this street,” Moon reported.  “It shows Baekhyun on his phone, and then a van drives up next to him, and then when it drives away, Baekhyun is gone, so we’re trying to get a lock on the license plates now.” Chanyeol masked his spike of fear.  “Thank you,” he said calmly.  Sehun was less sanguine about this.  “You mean he’s been kidnapped?  What kind of security man are you!  I thought you were supposed to be watching him!” He slammed his hands down on the table, looking ready to do murder.  Moon looked pale.  Lee stepped into the room and cleared his throat.  “We’ve received a ransom demand,” he announced, and displayed a cell phone with a picture on it.  Chanyeol tripped over one of the chairs in his haste to see the picture, and when he straightened, Sehun had beaten him to it and was already turning on Moon.  Chanyeol seized the back of his collar, and peered at the picture.  It was Baekhyun, hands behind his back and tape over his mouth, glaring at the cameraman with a fierce expression on his face. “That’s my boy,” Chanyeol murmured, proud that Baekhyun seemed to be doing alright.  Someone else came in and reported to Lee that they weren’t able to trace the number of the demand, but had people staking out the drop location for the money, hoping to catch them when they came to pick it up.  “Pay it,” Chanyeol informed them.  “And get him back.” Sehun scowled at him.  “Who are you?” he demanded.  “Why does Baekhyun get kidnapped because of you?”  “Park Soon-ae is my mother,” Chanyeol explained.  Sehun’s mouth dropped open.   “The presidential candidate?” He stared for a long moment.  “I knew I’d seen you somewhere before!” he announced, and then flopped into a chair.  Chanyeol breathed a sigh of relief that Sehun seemed satisfied with that answer, and then turned to communicate with Lee and Moon about the demand.  At ten o’clock that night, as specified, Moon was waiting in the park.  Beside him was a briefcase containing the money the kidnappers had demanded, and hidden in the trees and at other various points nearby were the police, ready to ambush the kidnappers once they appeared.  A homeless man sidled up to him. “Hey buddy, you got any change?” “No, the moon is full,” Moon replied – the codeword the kidnappers had insisted on in their demand text.  The homeless man grinned. “We’ll let him go when we get out of here safely,” he said, and reached for the briefcase.  Moon tapped his foot three times, the signal to the other operatives that they would release Baekhyun at a different location.  As the man made off with the briefcase, another officer disguised as a man walking his dog surreptitiously began following him.  Waiting in a nearby police van watching security tapes, Chanyeol was on edge, fear for Baekhyun’s safety beginning to erode his façade of calm.  He twitched every time anything made a noise, and nearly fell out of his seat entirely when his cell phone rang.  It was an unfamiliar number, and at first he was hesitant to answer it. Finally, just before it went to voice mail, he picked up.  “Hello?” “Chanyeol!  Took you long enough.  Can you come pick me up?” It was Baekhyun, and Chanyeol practically melted with relief.  * In the van, Baekhyun had loosened the tape around his hands enough that he could slip free of it.  He loosed his hands, and rubbed them together, trying to warm up.  One of the kidnappers noticed he was free, and pointed a gun at him.  Baekhyun threw his hands up, trembling. In the front of the van, a cell phone chirped out a cheerful melody and then a moment later, a scruffy looking man was climbing into the back of the van with Baekhyun.  He was carrying a briefcase, and nodded.  The driver of the van threw it into gear, speeding off so quickly that Baekhyun was knocked over.  He dragged himself to the back door of the van and started working on the tape around his mouth.  “We’re going to try to lose them,” the dirty guy with the briefcase said.  “And then we’ll let you go.”  Baekhyun realised it was the same man who’d spoken to him earlier, in some kind of disguise.  Relief washed through him – Chanyeol had paid, they weren’t going to hurt him.  They drove for a few minutes, and then the man suddenly opened the door of the van and seized Baekhyun by the collar of his shirt.  “This is your stop,” he announced, and literally threw him from the vehicle.  A cell phone struck him a moment later, and Baekhyun watched the van speed away before turning his attention back to the tape.  As soon as he was free, he called Chanyeol.  * Baekhyun had a fractured wrist from the fall from the van, but was otherwise unharmed.  He gave detailed descriptions of his abductors to the police – irritated with himself for not being able to draw them himself, due to the splint on his arm – and was free to go.  Chanyeol had a vise-like grip on his uninjured hand, and refused to let him go.  “I’ve always dealt with that as a possibility,” he informed Baekhyun later, when they were safely back at his apartment.  “But I never realised how hard it was to be on the other side, waiting to hear if you were okay.”  He wouldn’t let Baekhyun out of his sight, and kept touching him like he couldn’t believe everything was alright.  For his part, Baekhyun was relieved to have the ordeal behind him.  “This is going to mess up my painting,” he lamented, waving his splinted arm.  It would have been his drawing hand that got broken, he moped, and then Chanyeol was distracting him with a kiss.  “But you’re okay?” he asked when they separated.  “I’m okay,” Baekhyun assured him.  “A little bored, though,” he added wickedly.