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Honey Rhythm 3
Chapter 3
Indulgence
RATED NC17
Warning: Rimming (but why does something so great have to be a warning). Also UNBETA-ED.... my beta is gone at the moment, and I'm a mess without her. Sorry. Enjoy
The flight to Berlin, Germany was possible one of the more tense travel experiences Chanyeol’s ever had. Other than trying to pretend Baekhyun didn’t exist, still pissed about the entire personal assistant situation, Chanyeol had a good mind to bust the window open just to get rid of all the papers Baekhyun had out on his tray. In a world full of technology and handhelds, the musician couldn’t fathom why it was so damn necessary to print every single detail of every business that the runt had, and when he bothered to ask midflight, Baekhyun only told him of how he preferred to feel things in paper rather than constantly click on different tabs and getting annoyed when clicking the wrong one.
On the brighter side of things, it wasn’t too painfully awkward reverting to a more professional air. Small talk about possible album ideas and Baekhyun occasionally snorting at some of Chanyeol’s contemplated song lyrics made the mood between them amicable enough to breathe easily. However, afterwards, they’d revert back to their usual silence. Oddly enough, it never occurred to Chanyeol how much busier Baekhyun was than him at times until he saw the brunette highlight and underline the fuck out of memos and printed reports.
When the pilot announced they were nearing the airport, Chanyeol watched as the coordinator began paper clipping his documents and putting them into a folder, which he promptly placed into a shoulder bag. All the while, the musician’s thinking of how easier it’d all be with a laptop, but he decided to keep that opinion to himself.
Unlike the brunette who packed well ahead of time, Chanyeol didn’t start putting his own things away until everyone else started rising from their seats to leave. Baekhyun was one of the first people to get into the aisle and get his bags from the overhead when the crew began unboarding people from first class. He packed lighter than Chanyeol, only having to carry a single red shoulder bag, so by the time the musician began getting up, Baekhyun was already strutting his way off the plane.
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Security wasn't too heavy. The entire crew was able to make an exit out the front of the airport smoothly rather than the usual back. Chanyeol decided to continue with his immature act as if ignoring Baekhyun was considered a “punishment” for the runt. Against the male’s vehement advice (or barking, in short), Chanyeol accepted gifts and took his sweet time signing autographs and taking photos with fans who were dedicated enough to wait.
Aware of his punishment for hiring a personal assistant, Baekhyun rolled his eyes after being ignored for the fifth time and proceeded to pass the fans screaming their love for the rockstar. The inside of the van that awaited all of them was a sanctuary. The longer he had to wait, however, the more pissed off he became. When Chanyeol finally joined him inside the vehicle, Baekhyun’s temper was already ready to explode.
“Done?” Baekhyun asked curtly in a high pitched voice, clearly frustrated.
“Yep,” Chanyeol nonchalantly said, pulling on his seat belt. “Quality time with fans is always good for the image, Mr. Byun.”
“Yes, but it was a bit inconsiderate of you to keep others waiting when you knew that--”
“Kris, can you set up a massage appointment when we get to the hotel? I’m a little tired from the flight.”
Being blatantly ignore was like being slapped on the face, but Baekhyun figured he deserved it--to an extent. He should’ve known Chanyeol wouldn’t take to the idea of a personal assistant lightly, but it was the only way he knew he would be able to put a professioal distance between them.
Not surprisingly, Kris set up the appointment as soon as he could. With three days of leisure time before the actual concert business, everyone needed their time of relaxation. Chanyeol would’ve asked the princess if he wanted to join him, because the thought of the uptight coordinator naked and lathered with body oil was all too tempting, but then he realized the offer would’ve been too nice and out of character. He still needed to keep up a cold image.
“Baekhyun,” Kris said, breaking the silence after some time. “What’re your plans for this afternoon?”
Looking up from his cellphone, Baekhyun drew his brows together. “I might explore the city. Sight see, I suppose.”
“Well, if you find yourself a nice European man, just a reminder that you have three days completely open for fun,” Kris commented chuckling. “What happens in Europe, stays in Europe.”
Annoyed by his manager’s encouraging words for his concert coordinator’s sex life, Chanyeol glanced over at the brunette who had the nerve to blush while he laughed. The thought of Baekhyun being intimate with someone else for casual reasons pissed him off. The thought of someone else besides him in between those milky white thighs had him shaking his head, haws tight as he reclined his seat back.
“I won’t have anyone on this tour causing scandals for me with their risque night activities,” Chanyeol said brashly, settling in a comfortable position. “Find other ways to have ‘fun’, got it?”
Kris looked in his direction. “This is rich coming from you.”
“I’ve been celibate since Tokyo.” The musician made sure to lock Baekhyun in a gaze, holding the male’s attention. “I’m not interested in a casual fling.”
Oblivious, Kris fixed his sunglasses. “What a change of heart,” he muttered to himself. “good for you, but Baekhyun, if you do decide to bask in the glory of Europe’s lovers--”
“Thank you, Kris, but that’d be rather unprofessional of me to even consider.”
For once, Chanyeol was relieved Baekhyun was an uptight and impersonal prude when it came to his job. The runt’s bitchy chaste ways had their advantages. Him refusing sex from strangers was a plus.
“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” How Chanyeol kept himself from socking his manager in the face was a mystery. “I actually--”
“Let’s stop talking about this. This conversation’s over. And you.” Turning his head back to Baekhyun again, chanyeol made sure the latter knew he was being serious. “Keep your professional pants on.”
It was a bit hypocritical for him to tell the brunette that he couldn’t have sex. Intercourse was fucking addictive and Chanyeol, himself, loved a good fuck, but all his arrows pointed to Baekhyun, and he was still unsated. There were reasons beyond just sex. It was the mutual interest between them. chanyeol’s wasn’t one to be committed, but if that was what Baekhyun wanted, then he was already willing to make concessions.
The ride to the hotel was long. Thirty minutes of silence on Chanyeol’s part was taken lightly. Baekhyun discussed schedule details, but didn’t bring up anything too interesting until they got on the subject of the god forsaken personal assistant.
Pulling an earbud out of one ear, Chanyeol listened quietly to Kris going over the terms. It was an annoying fact that neither of the two addressed him. That wouldn’t do. surprising the two men, chanyeol snapped his hseat back into its original position, stopping the conversation from proceeding on.
“I told Baekhyun this already, but I don’t want this, uh, assistant.” Chanyeol drawled his words, but his tone was serious. “Why do I need it?”
“To make your life a little easier,” Baekhyun said, cutting Kris off before the man could talk. “If you’re worried about her wage, don’t be. We have extra funds.”
“So you two are using my tour’s budget to hire someone I don’t even want.”
“Mr. Park.”
Focusing his eyes on the brunette’s face, Chanyeol cocked his head. “If it’s me that you’re trying to get rid of, then fine. Tell me clearly.”
Baekhyun replied with nothing. He knew Kris was watching them with an interest. The conversation had taken a more personal turn, and he didn’t like it. “You don’t bother me, Mr. Park. You’re simply a distraction to my work.”
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Jessica Jung was twenty-two years old. They brought her up from the general staff pool so becoming the personal assistant to the main act was a step up in her career. The best thing about her besides her long, brown hair and perfect figure was that she understood him. If anything, she was like the short runt, except in female form with breasts. After spending only thirty minutes with her in a small meeting held by the convert directors, Chanyeol looked over to Baekhyun. Right then and there, he had no doubt in his mind that Jessica was strategically chosen.
Once the meeting was finished, Chanyeol walked out of the room following right behind Baekhyun (and his swaying ass in white jeans). It was obvious that he wasn’t wanted judging by the way Baekhyun sped up his pace. Much to the brunette’s disappointment, Chanyeol still managed to make it into the same elevator ride as him.
Grabbing the small runt by the arm, Chanyeol pulled him up against him. Baekhyun tried to make an effort to struggle out of his hold, but couldn’t get away. There were too making people in the damn elevator.
Smirking, Chanyeol leaned over in his ear. “Nice pick with Jessica, Mr. Byun.”
Baekhyun kept his eyes on the elevator floor numbers. “I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Park.”
“She kind of reminds me of you,” Chanyeol said in a low voice. “Isn’t that a coincidence?”
“Life is full of surprises, Mr. Park.”
Scoffing, Chanyeol lifted his other hand, barely grazing the brunette’s waist, teasing him. “Unfortunately for you, it takes more than just a copy of you to distract me. She’s got a nice ass, I admit. You did good. But your ass is the only tight thing I want to see swallow up my--”
The elevator rang, saving Baekhyun from breaking out in a cold sweat. “I’ll see you this evening, Mr. Park,” he said quickly.
“Whose room, princess?”
Baekhyun slapped away his hands. “I meant for the staff dinner. Good-bye.” Then, without waiting for another second to pass, he darted out of the elevator.
Rolling his eyes, Chanyeol followed after, but headed off in another direction.
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The hotel room was nothing short of grand. Chanyeol could see that his luggage was already put inside his intended bedroom, but as he threw his jacket on the bed, his eyes caught the small blue pocket-sized package next to a small note near the bedside lamp. Walking over, he picked up the note and read over it quickly.
Get it out of your system.
-Kris, Management.
The condom beside it implied enough for Chanyeol to understand. Though his manager hadn’t specified, he knew that the condom wasn’t to be used on the only person who was in his system.
Tossing the note aside, Chanyeol picked up the pocket and hit it in one of the bedside table drawers.
It was pointless to tell him to fuck a stranger and get the hormones out of him, but it wasn’t completely about sex to him anymore, granted how one more fuck would probably save him from the brink of insanity. After Tokyo, a bit of a minor crush (more or less) had developed and it wasn’t something a fuck with a random fan could satisfy.
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The meeting was the only official business that was being carried out. Chanyeol had no plans other than to stay at the hotel and get pampered all that his money was worth.
When he went downstairs to meet with his massage appointment, he saw Baekhyun leave the hotel with glasses and a shoulder bag. He looked like any other tourist at that hotel so it was no wonder how he was able to breeze right by the girls who were all sitting outside the hotel, loitering around for the chance of seeing their idol.
Curious, he craned his neck and followed for a few seconds until he decided that being seen by the girls outside would cause more of a trouble than he would’ve liked to deal with. He managed to see Baekhyun opening the door to a black sedan, talking with whoever the man inside was. It was probably someone from his label--or something that was work related. Chanyeol shook all the other paranoid thoughts away since he had no right feeling that jealous over who Baekhyun associated with.
After Baekhyun was gone, it was up to him to figure out how to pass the time. It took a minute until someone approached him and he was redirected to the spa lounge. The girl who took him there was cute, a little too high pitched for his taste, but her figure was good...however, there was no interest at all, so Chanyeol turned his attention elsewhere.
His cell phone vibrated, a text from Baekhyun, of all people, telling him to stay healthy (whatever that meant) along with a notice that he’d be m.i.a for the majority of their time off until the concert in a few days, which was a nicer way of saying “fuck off and bother your actual manager”.
Hearing his name being called, Chanyeol glanced up and saw the masseuse, an older woman, smile at him while gently motioning to the changing area. Nodding, he reciprocated the smile and went into the privacy of the room, accepting the robe given to him and other condiments.
Once alone, he put the things on the bench and shrugged out of his jacket before taking off his shirt. After being completely shirtless, he decided to text back the sly little witch, pulling out his phone and taking a selca with his face unamused, but at just the right angle, he was able to capture his bare torso. Quite smug about the photo, he took his time sending the photo over with the caption, You want to be m.i.a from this?. It was cocky, and he would’ve admitted it if Baekhyun were there to scold him about it.
The brunette didn’t reply immediately, which was disappointing. He liked arguing with him, especially when it wasn’t on a professional level. It did nothing but spark the delicious tension between them and Chanyeol thought that was fun. Making Byun Baekhyun, the runt and the bitch pissed beyond belief was really, really appealing.
He stripped out of his clothes with ease, keeping nothing but his briefs. Previously, he always used to go nude into massage sessions, but being a celebrity made that difficult from untrustworthy people to hidden cameras that were always looking for him to make a slip. The thought of having his dick accidentally caught on camera and making a scandal wasn’t what concerned him. It was his tour, his music. Rock involved a lot of sex, a lot of drugs, and though he liked to indulge in sex, he didn’t want people to focus more on his body and sex life than his actual music.
After some time, he returned back into the room with the massage table readied for him and he took off the rob, requesting that they put a towel over his waist. It took a few minutes to settle in. It always took some time to get used to the position with his head in that tiny hole just for the client’s face.
The cell phone in his hand vibrated again, starting Chanyeol from his position. He assured the masseuse that he was alright before raising his head, putting the phone next to his face.
From Runt:
Chanyeol, please stop being stupid. Also, delete our conversation. I don’t want people finding that you’re sending me these things.
Snorting, Chanyeol brought up his phone’s keyboard and began typing his response of, Why? Then they’d know to stay away from you. I have dibs.
The reply almost came immediately.
From Runt:
You do not have dibs.
Chanyeol answered back with, Then who does?.
From Runt:
Mr. Park, I’m not having this conversation with you right now. I’m busy.
Frowning, Chanyeol focused more on his phone than the fact that the masseuse was trying to get him to lay back down.
From Park:
That reminds me, you left really quickly. Where’d you go? Off to take Kris’ advice?
From Runt:
Not your business if I am.
From Park:
Like I said, I have dibs. Be a good fan and stay loyal to your favorite musician.
It took a few minutes for Chanyeol to get a reply, but he sure as hell wasn’t disappointed, because along with the message was a selca. Baekhyun wasn’t smiling. He was glaring, but it was the cute type of glare that Chanyeol wanted to look at forever until they died kind of thing. From the photo, he could see that Baekhyun was in a dimly lit restaurant judging by the background. It make him really wonder what the little bitch was up to.
From Runt:
Screw you.
Beyond his control, Chanyeol let out a loud laugh, startling the masseuse. This time, he didn’t take the time to reassure her of anything, making a quick reply, saying, Honey, that’s what I’ve been waiting for this entire time.
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Baekhyun wasn't exaggerating when he said he'd be m.i.a. Jessica was on Chanyeol's tail wherever he went, but wouldn't tell him where the brunet was hiding or what he was doing. The texts eventually stopped, annoying Chanyeol when he couldn't get the latter to respond no matter how hard he tried to be provocative. Sending a photo of his cock probably would’ve done the job, but it was too risky, and Baekhyun would stop talking to him entirely. That was something he didn’t want.
On his way to the bar for an afternoon drink since he had nothing else planned for that day besides Baekhyun, drinking, and sleeping, Chanyeol noticed the amount of girls sitting outside the hotel. There more than his usual groupies, and he didn’t think it was because he was more popular in that particular country than the last few. Maybe there was another celebrity staying at the same establishment.
In that case, it was a hassle, because it meant more people trying to see “famous celebrities”. Tourists. Fans. Staff. It was a headache.
However, the people standing outside and the few people trying to take photos of him in the bar did remind him of one important thing to start focusing on. Song writing. Producing. He needed to write new material and create new demos for his next album. Though the release date would be in the far future, his label was already burning holes in his contract to try and push him into giving them something.
The only problem was the fact that he didn’t know what to sing about. His first hit solo album was an entire album dedicated to subtly dragging his former music partner in the dirt, and he used that leftover hatred to fuel his last album, mixed with the lust from all his one night stands. Now, everything seemed gray and unworthy of his pen and paper. Except for Baekhyun, but Chanyeol decided that writing a song about his--more or less-- “crush” (he gagged at the word) would probably be something he’d regret later.Then again, it’d be understandable if he wrote nothing else except for the way he wanted Baekhyun’s curves on his dick all the time, but that would hardly woo the little runt into actually liking him openly (because Baekhyun wasn’t one to admit shit to anything).
Ordering a glass of whiskey for himself, Chanyeol watched as the bartender prepared his drink before pulling out his phone to see if Baekhyun had made any replies. He scoffed when he saw nothing. That was absolutely terrible, to be quite frank. For the person in charge of (to be honest) everything in his tour to be so gone? Regardless of the fact that everyone was off duty until later, Baekhyun should still reply or text him or something. What if something happened? A staff member died or equipment blew up?
God, Byun Baekhyun was an irresponsible, self-centered son of a bitch.
Did no one really know where he was? Jessica seemed to know, but Chanyeol had dismissed her after the sixth time she tried to follow him to wherever he went. Apparently, Baekhyun had ordered for her to keep an eye on him, but the runt didn’t expect the bitch to take a large bribe. Three hundred dollars just to keep her lips shut and enjoy herself for a few hours? Easy money for her to take and easy money for Chanyeol to give. It was a win-win situation.
It was rather poor of him to think that he didn’t need some type of personal around him. Not with sly fans scurrying past security up front, pretending like they were legitimate guests, though that wasn’t as bad as the fans who were signing in as guests with the sole intention of “coincidentally” bumping into him or whatever other celebrity was staying at the same hotel.
Speaking of other celebrities, Chanyeol started wondering who the other bloke was. He raised his eyes when the bartender slid him his whisky. Before he could stop himself, he raised a finger and called the man back over.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Park?”
Giving the man a brief smile for friendly, polite reasons before asking his question, Chanyeol cocked his head. “Aside from myself, who’s the other significant guest staying at this hotel?”
“Aside from yourself?” The bartender thought about it, putting his hands on the counter as he thought. “I think it’s Do Kyungsoo? I know he’s staying here for a while. He was here last night with his managers.”
Chanyeol froze, eyes narrowing as he leaned in. “Do Kyungsoo?” he repeated as if he didn’t quite hear the first time, which was what he was hoping for in vain. “Why is he here?”
The bartender shrugged, giving Chanyeol an apologetic smile. “I don’t know, sir.”
Pursing his lips, Chanyeol nodded and thanked the man before going back to his drink, taking a sip as he tried to deal with the annoyance boiling inside of him. He usually checked up on Kyungsoo’s officially released schedules online and listened to rumors coming from his own management about what his former partner was doing just to make sure they never just accidentally bumped into one another. As far as he knew, Kyungsoo had no business in Berlin. Then again, celebrities usually kept their top secret schedules secret so it wouldn’t be far fetch if Kyungsoo was there for quick business.
Thinking about Kyungsoo almost took his mind completely off Baekhyun until Chanyeol remembered the connection between them.
He stopped drinking the whiskey, falling deeper and deeper into his suspicions. Exactly who was in the black sedan that picked Baekhyun up from the hotel? It was possible that it was someone from his management, but the more Chanyeol lingered on it, the more he remembered about the incident. He was so focused on Baekhyun, he forgot to fully look at the girls around him or the screaming that happened shortly after the brunette opened the door.
No one knew who Baekhyun was except for the fans who constantly took note of the people around their favorite musician, so there was no reason for the fans outside to scream at him. But whoever inside must’ve been important. Famous. Someone connected to Baekhyun and someone who was staying at the exact same hotel.
Kyungsoo.
Chanyeol couldn’t have whipped his phone out any faster than how he did right then. Pulling up Baekhyun’s contact info, he pressed called, putting the phone right against his ear.
There was a ring. Two rings. And then three. There would’ve been a fourth, but just as the fourth ring began, it was cut off. Baekhyun’s phone was on and he rejected it.
He knew that his history with calling Baekhyun was often for terrible reasons like setting up appointments or trying to get the coordinator to buy him food. They were petty excuses just to talk to the runt, but this time, it was important.
Chanyeol tried to call three more times. All of them prematurely cut. After his calls failed, he resorted to texting. That didn’t do very much, but he expected that sort of outcome.
Whatever Baekhyun was doing, he obviously didn’t want to bothered, and much to Chanyeol’s temper, the brunette was damn good at it.
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Chanyeol wasted time around the hotel garden during the evening, just when the sky was beginning to turn orange and dark. He met with Kris, talking half-mindedly about setting up activities for the next day so he wouldn’t be as bored as he was then. It was only when Kris stopped talking to him to answer a phone call that Chanyeol’s ears really perked.
He noticed the way Kris glanced at him before turning around and speaking with his voice lowered, talking just a bit off, enough to make the musician suspicious.
When the call finished, Chanyeol didn’t waste time asking, “Where is he?”
“Where’s who?”
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol said, rolling his eyes.
Kris merely shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Glaring, Chanyeol growled, turning back to the hotel building on his heel. If the manager didn’t want to tell him, then fine. But his elusiveness wasn’t enough to get him off Baekhyun’s trail. His gut feeling said that Baekhyun was back from wherever he was the entire afternoon and early evening, and he needed to have an important talk with his concert coordinator about things. Personal things.
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As he was walking in the lobby, he cursed when he saw Jessica spot him and immediately try to intercept him. Chanyeol walked a little faster, hoping the assistant would get the damn hint, but just like Baekhyun, she was stubborn and persistant about her job (when not bribed).
“Mr. Park! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” she hissed when she got close enough for him to hear her. “Mr. Byun’s been calling me and asking me where you’ve been!”
Just the sound of Baekhyun’s name was enough for the musician to give the girl some of his attention. “Has he?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the main entrance of the hotel. “When was this?”
“Just now--recently,” she said, correcting herself. “He said he was coming back and to keep you with me, so I suggest that we head over to the dining area because the staff and…”
The second Chanyeol’s eyes caught sight of the brunette walking through the front, Jessica’s attempt to guide him from the lobby became useless. She tried to hold him in place, but he shook off her hand, walking in a beeline straight to Baekhyun who was followed by a familiar face.
It was Kyungsoo who Baekhyun stopped and waited for so the two could walk at the same pace. He was laughing and Kyungsoo, himself, was grinning, even putting a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder comfortably.
Chanyeol didn’t have to make the decision whether or not he should approach Baekhyun, but deal with a confrontation with his former band mate since right before the brunet reached the elevators, Kyungsoo seemingly said good-bye and walked away in another direction with his guards in tow.
It didn’t take long for him to approach the coordinator, and unfortunately for Baekhyun, the doors didn’t open fast enough for him to escape. Shoulder bumping the runt, Chanyeol did nothing else but stand beside him with a displeased look on his face.
Baekhyun’s mouth hung slightly open before he caught himself and looked forward at the mirror doors. “Good evening, Mr. Park,” he said, trying to be casual, but Chanyeol could see the way he was sucking on his bottom lip. “Did you have an eventful afternoon?”
“Thanks, short stuff. My afternoon was boring, but thanks for asking,” Chanyeol said with slight sarcasm dripping in his voice. “What about you? Did you have fun?”
“I did.”
The answer was curt. Chanyeol didn’t like it. “Did you have so much fun that you couldn’t take any of my calls?”
“Mr. Park, I can’t take care of every single one of your calls,” Baekhyun said, looking up at him. “You have your own manager. You have an assistant. You don’t need me.”
The elevator door opened and a few people got out. Baekhyun wasted no time getting in and Chanyeol quickly went in after. Neither touched a floor button. Baekhyun kept glancing up at the musician, trying to get him to press first, but the giant did nothing but cross his arms and cock his head, motioning to the coordinator that he was going to wait.
“Are you being serious?”
Chanyeol shrugged. “I want to talk to you,” he said. “I don’t care if we make a scene in this elevator or in a hallway. That’s not my problem. You’re going to stop avoiding me.”
“I’m not avoiding you, Mr. Park,” Baekhyun growled. Then, he let out an exasperated sigh and pressed for the fifth floor. “You want to talk? We can talk during dinner.”
“You keep pushing off our talks. I’m starting to learn that you only say we’ll talk later just to shut me up at the moment,” Chanyeol said, putting his hands in his pockets. “We’ll talk now. In your room with the door locked and closed.”
As the elevator began to move, Baekhyun gave him a look. “Why does my door need to be locked?”
“So you can’t just run off.” Scoffing, Chanyeol gave him a glance. He was silent for a second until he looked way. “You’re so fucking short. I usually don’t like short people because it hurts my neck trying to kiss them, but you’re the exception.”
Baekhyun blinked, face flushed. “Park Chanyeol, that’s not--”
“Professional? Honey, nothing I want to do to you is professional,” Chanyeol said easily without batting an eye or turning red with embarrassment like Baekhyun did. “But if you want to talk about professional things, then let me ask you about a song I was thinking about writing. How do you feel about the lyrics, ‘I wanna come home from work and find you on the table with your legs spread, moaning dinner’s ready’?”
The elevator rang, signalling they had arrived on the fifth floor. Chanyeol half expected for Baekhyun to walk right out, but he didn’t. He stood there for a few seconds before marching off silently. Chanyeol followed, surprised that Baekhyun hadn’t turned back to yell at him or to tell him to piss the fuck off (he did this once in Australia).
It wasn’t until they reached Baekhyun’s hotel room that the coordinator turned his head back to him, lips pursed as he huffed. “Your lyrics are fucking terrible. If you want, I’ll contact the label and personally vouch for you to get a real writer on board your team.”
“But music’s what I do. I want to be entirely responsible for the lyrics, and if I want to write about how I want you naked on a table, then it should be my decision.”
Unlocking the door, Baekhyun turned the handle. “I don’t understand how you can be so upfront with your sexual desires,” he muttered. Motioning a hand, he hurriedly pulled Chanyeol into his hotel room, not wanting anyone in the hallway to accidentally see the celebrity. “Rock is supposed to have lyrics about love. Genuine love. Love that makes you want to scream it from the rooftop. I don’t want you up on stage singing about how much you want things...on a table.”
Looking around, Chanyeol noticed how Baekhyun’s room was completely standard for a five-star hotel. Still beautiful, but standard nonetheless. For someone so uptight, Byun Baekhyun was pretty simple…
“I sing from the heart, honey,” the musician said, taking off his shoes and going straight to sit on the bed.
“Your heart needs to know what’s right and what’s wrong. Flirting with me and writing songs about me in that way is wrong.” Baekhyun shrugged off his jacket and put it in the closet. “You can’t keep doing this, Chanyeol.”
“And why not?”
“Because I can’t get involved with you,” Baekhyun said, his eyes on Chanyeol as he moved across the room to his suitcase to grab another shirt. “You know that.”
“What’re you talking about? We’ve already been involved!”
“Yes, and look where we are.”
“In your bedroom, not fucking. And your point is?”
Rolling his eyes, Baekhyun took off his shirt, bare and half-naked for a minute before changing into the new shirt he picked out. Chanyeol savored the moment, pursing his lips and trying to control himself when he saw the brunette’s nipples pink and ready to be licked.
“Chanyeol, my point is that I can’t get on a table and let you do those things.” Turning around, Baekhyun walked to a mirror and fixed his hair, which Chanyeol already thought was perfectly fine. “I don’t even want you to think about that, because it’s not possible.”
“Not possible…” Chanyeol repeated, muttering under his breath as he scoffed. He watched as Baekhyun went in the bathroom. “So you were with Do Kyungsoo all day?”
“Yes.”
It surprised the musician how Baekhyun didn’t even try to avoid answering. Then again, the brunette probably already knew that he’d have to answer some time. Smart of him.
“What’d you do with him?”
“I don’t know. What do you think I did?” Baekhyun replied.
Glaring at the hallway that led to the bathroom, Chanyeol frowned. “Was it strictly business?”
“Of course, it was.” Exiting the bathroom, Baekhyun placed the damp towel he was using to wipe his face down on a counter. “Why else would I meet him?”
“You knew he was staying at this hotel before we even got here, didn’t you?” Chanyeol asked, ignoring the brunette’s question. “Or else why would everything be so set up? We literally arrived here and then five minutes later, you’re getting in a car with him.”
“Chanyeol, I used to work with him. You’re aware of that,” Baekhyun said, leaning against his hotel room’s dresser with his arms folded. “And yes, I did know. In fact, I contacted him first, and he invited me to lunch, so I went.”
“Which part of this is the ‘business’ part?”
Baekhyun didn’t immediately reply, instead looking at Chanyeol very calmly, as if trying to be as gentle with his body language as possible.
“He asked me to rejoin his team.” Closing his eyes, Baekhyun rubbed the back of his neck. He could hear the bed creak, aware that Chanyeol was possibly getting ready to stand up and fight Kyungsoo downstairs. “At the end of my contract with you, he told me that I should consider signing back on with D.O Mania and helping them organize his tour in the future, since Kyungsoo’s new album is being polished right now. Promotions will be held and the date announcements will carry on right after.”
With his brows drawn together, Chanyeol felt offended somehow. Of course he knew that Baekhyun wouldn’t always work for him forever. In fact, before, he used to count the days when Baekhyun would finally get off his back and go back to where he came from. But to work for Kyungsoo? Again? Chanyeol couldn’t tell if it was jealousy or anger burning in his chest.
“No.” The word slipped out of his mouth before he could stop and rethink. “You’re not going back to work for him. You told me you resigned because you wanted to work with me? Are you seriously considering his offer?”
“I can’t work for you forever, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun said, sighing. “The tour’s about to end, and then what? I can’t just stand around and do nothing. I have bills to pay. I have parents to help out. I--”
“Then I’ll pay you to stand around and do nothing,” Chanyeol growled, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll fucking give you a weekly check. Just don’t sign back on with him!”
“I know you have some sort of rivalry with Kyungsoo, but you shouldn’t let that blind you from seeing where I’m coming from.”
“Baekhyun, you know that this is more than just my history with him. Admit it. You want to avoid me so much, you’re willing to jump the gun at the first opportunity that comes your way.” After seeing the look on Baekhyun’s face, Chanyeol knew that he was right. “Tell me something, short cake. What’s so big, bad, and wrong about a romance between us?”
“Mr.Park--”
“Don’t Mr. Park me, sweetheart. Answer the question.” Chanyeol pushed himself off the bed, standing intimidatingly. “I heard you when you said that you’re not sure whether you like me because you’re a fan or because you actually do like me. I get it. But why don’t you just give it a chance and we can see where it goes from here?”
“Because I don’t do this with my clients!”
“We already fucked in Tokyo! How professional can we pretend we are!?”
“Chanyeol!” With his face heated, Baekhyun stepped forward and jabbed the man on the chest with a finger. “This is part of the reason why I won’t get involved with you. You’re too--Oh my god. Chanyeol, I don’t want to be just a fuck, alright? I might like you, but you’re the kind of guy who likes to chase people around. You’re not--shit. Yeol, you’re not a serious kind of guy. You’re fucking charming and, believe me, you’re a piece of shit, but you really know how to turn someone on just by looking at them.”
Chanyeol stood by for a few moments before he cocked his head and grinned. “I turn you on?”
“Out of everything I said, that’s all you heard--”
When Baekhyun tried to turn around and head to the door, Chanyeol laughed, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him back up against him. He felt the brunette tense, but continued to move them both until he felt the bed behind him.
“Believe it or not, Baekhyun, but I can be serious about someone if I want.”
“And I suppose pigs fly.”
“I’ll make them fly if that’s what’ll take to convince you.” Carefully dragging his hands lower and lower, Chanyeol watched the coordinator’s expression with much attention, especially when he began to feel the curves of his ass. “How much do you wanna bet that I dream about these cheeks every night?”
Baekhyun’s ears were showing a slight shade of red, but he didn’t pull back. “Chanyeol, please get your hands off. The staff dinner’s going to start in ten minutes?”
Smirking, Chanyeol raised a brow. “What’re you talking about? Dinner’s right…here.” He let his fingers travel between the two cheeks before using two fingers to rub up and down against the area he wanted most.
Hearing Baekhyun’s breath hitch was a win, but it wasn’t enough. Chanyeol leaned down and made eyes contact for a brief second until he knew that the other party was consenting to what he was about to do. Then, without saying a word, he took Baekhyun’s mouth like he owned it, like it was his to have.
Despite being in mutual agreement, Chanyeol could still feel Baekhyun’s hesitation. However, after a while, it was withering away. The brunette offered his mouth up for whatever the other wanted. Shoving his tongue inside, Chanyeol took every moment to taste him.
The kiss was familiar and Chanyeol loved that feeling. This was what he wanted, and this was the mouth he had been dying to kiss again since that night. He had Baekhyun going limp in his arms, and a fire building up in his loins.
Cursing, Chanyeol pulled away from the kiss only to lift Baekhyun on the bed and continue attacking his bruised lips.
His body wanted sex. More than anything, he wanted them to strip and go animalistic, fucking until the bed broke, until hotel management came to knock on the door to tell them to stop fucking, but Chanyeol’s mind was clear enough to know that he couldn’t do that. Not yet. Their relationship was so fragile, and he saw Baekhyun’s point.
He didn’t want the short runt to think that all he wanted was to fuck him and leave. It was more than that, and Chanyeol knew he had to prove it. But that didn’t mean he had to walk away for nothing.
Giving raw kisses to Baekhyun’s neck and collarbone, Chanyeol’s hand worked its magic in between the brunette’s legs, kneading and rubbing where his little cunt would be.
Then, Chanyeol raised his head and leaned in to the coordinator’s ear and hoarsely said, “Let me eat you out tonight, baby.”
Baekhyun put his hands on Chanyeol’s shoulders and pushed him away, staring at him with bewildered eyes. “No,” he responded, weakly. “Chanyeol, you can’t--”
“There may not be a dinner table, but a bed works just fine.” Licking his lips, Chanyeol glanced down to see his hand as it unbuttoned the brunette’s jeans. “We won’t have sex, unfortunately. You’re right. We have to go to the staff dinner. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some quick fun, and you don’t even have to return the favor.”
Biting down on his lip, Baekhyun looked at him with hesitation. “Chanyeol, this is too much.”
“Not at all.” Chanyeol got off of him and knelt down on the floor by the bed. With two pulls, he managed to get rid of everything, leaving Baekhyun’s completely nude on the bottom. “It’ll be a pleasure.”
Kneeling down on the floor, Chanyeol spread the brunette’s legs and pushed them back until there was nothing but a pink ring occupying his view. He could hear Baekhyun’s breathing quicken and see the way his hole was twitching in anticipation.
Wasting no time, fearing that the latter would suddenly back out, Chanyeol leaned in and dragged his wet tongue up the cleft once. Then he raised his head, dropping a string of spit down on the muscle before sloppily licking it back up, pressing the sharp point of his tongue against the center of the bud.
When he glanced up, he saw the way Baekhyun groaned his name, motivating the musician to eat harder, louder.
Smacking his lips after sucking on the little cunt like it was his last goddamn meal, Chanyeol let out a low groan, tongue flicking one of Baekhyun’s balls. “Do you like being eaten out, Baekhyun?”
The coordinator didn’t answer. He only covered his face and tried to bring down one of his legs--but Chanyeol wouldn’t let him.
“Tell me how much you fucking love this, baby,” Chanyeol teased, lips gently grazing against the throbbing hole. “Tell me how much you want my tongue against your sweet cunt.”
“Chanyeol, please,” Baekhyun cried quietly.
“Please what, hon? What do you want me to do to you?” Slicking a finger with his saliva, Chanyeol drew circles around the sensitive rim. “What does this tiny thing want from me. Tell me.”
It was embarrassing and Chanyeol could see it on Baekhyun’s half-covered face, but after a few more strokes to coax the young coordinator into submission, the musician heard the words that were far better than any of the lyrics to his songs.
“Eat Me.”
Indulgence
RATED NC17
Warning: Rimming (but why does something so great have to be a warning). Also UNBETA-ED.... my beta is gone at the moment, and I'm a mess without her. Sorry. Enjoy
The flight to Berlin, Germany was possible one of the more tense travel experiences Chanyeol’s ever had. Other than trying to pretend Baekhyun didn’t exist, still pissed about the entire personal assistant situation, Chanyeol had a good mind to bust the window open just to get rid of all the papers Baekhyun had out on his tray. In a world full of technology and handhelds, the musician couldn’t fathom why it was so damn necessary to print every single detail of every business that the runt had, and when he bothered to ask midflight, Baekhyun only told him of how he preferred to feel things in paper rather than constantly click on different tabs and getting annoyed when clicking the wrong one.
On the brighter side of things, it wasn’t too painfully awkward reverting to a more professional air. Small talk about possible album ideas and Baekhyun occasionally snorting at some of Chanyeol’s contemplated song lyrics made the mood between them amicable enough to breathe easily. However, afterwards, they’d revert back to their usual silence. Oddly enough, it never occurred to Chanyeol how much busier Baekhyun was than him at times until he saw the brunette highlight and underline the fuck out of memos and printed reports.
When the pilot announced they were nearing the airport, Chanyeol watched as the coordinator began paper clipping his documents and putting them into a folder, which he promptly placed into a shoulder bag. All the while, the musician’s thinking of how easier it’d all be with a laptop, but he decided to keep that opinion to himself.
Unlike the brunette who packed well ahead of time, Chanyeol didn’t start putting his own things away until everyone else started rising from their seats to leave. Baekhyun was one of the first people to get into the aisle and get his bags from the overhead when the crew began unboarding people from first class. He packed lighter than Chanyeol, only having to carry a single red shoulder bag, so by the time the musician began getting up, Baekhyun was already strutting his way off the plane.
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Security wasn't too heavy. The entire crew was able to make an exit out the front of the airport smoothly rather than the usual back. Chanyeol decided to continue with his immature act as if ignoring Baekhyun was considered a “punishment” for the runt. Against the male’s vehement advice (or barking, in short), Chanyeol accepted gifts and took his sweet time signing autographs and taking photos with fans who were dedicated enough to wait.
Aware of his punishment for hiring a personal assistant, Baekhyun rolled his eyes after being ignored for the fifth time and proceeded to pass the fans screaming their love for the rockstar. The inside of the van that awaited all of them was a sanctuary. The longer he had to wait, however, the more pissed off he became. When Chanyeol finally joined him inside the vehicle, Baekhyun’s temper was already ready to explode.
“Done?” Baekhyun asked curtly in a high pitched voice, clearly frustrated.
“Yep,” Chanyeol nonchalantly said, pulling on his seat belt. “Quality time with fans is always good for the image, Mr. Byun.”
“Yes, but it was a bit inconsiderate of you to keep others waiting when you knew that--”
“Kris, can you set up a massage appointment when we get to the hotel? I’m a little tired from the flight.”
Being blatantly ignore was like being slapped on the face, but Baekhyun figured he deserved it--to an extent. He should’ve known Chanyeol wouldn’t take to the idea of a personal assistant lightly, but it was the only way he knew he would be able to put a professioal distance between them.
Not surprisingly, Kris set up the appointment as soon as he could. With three days of leisure time before the actual concert business, everyone needed their time of relaxation. Chanyeol would’ve asked the princess if he wanted to join him, because the thought of the uptight coordinator naked and lathered with body oil was all too tempting, but then he realized the offer would’ve been too nice and out of character. He still needed to keep up a cold image.
“Baekhyun,” Kris said, breaking the silence after some time. “What’re your plans for this afternoon?”
Looking up from his cellphone, Baekhyun drew his brows together. “I might explore the city. Sight see, I suppose.”
“Well, if you find yourself a nice European man, just a reminder that you have three days completely open for fun,” Kris commented chuckling. “What happens in Europe, stays in Europe.”
Annoyed by his manager’s encouraging words for his concert coordinator’s sex life, Chanyeol glanced over at the brunette who had the nerve to blush while he laughed. The thought of Baekhyun being intimate with someone else for casual reasons pissed him off. The thought of someone else besides him in between those milky white thighs had him shaking his head, haws tight as he reclined his seat back.
“I won’t have anyone on this tour causing scandals for me with their risque night activities,” Chanyeol said brashly, settling in a comfortable position. “Find other ways to have ‘fun’, got it?”
Kris looked in his direction. “This is rich coming from you.”
“I’ve been celibate since Tokyo.” The musician made sure to lock Baekhyun in a gaze, holding the male’s attention. “I’m not interested in a casual fling.”
Oblivious, Kris fixed his sunglasses. “What a change of heart,” he muttered to himself. “good for you, but Baekhyun, if you do decide to bask in the glory of Europe’s lovers--”
“Thank you, Kris, but that’d be rather unprofessional of me to even consider.”
For once, Chanyeol was relieved Baekhyun was an uptight and impersonal prude when it came to his job. The runt’s bitchy chaste ways had their advantages. Him refusing sex from strangers was a plus.
“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” How Chanyeol kept himself from socking his manager in the face was a mystery. “I actually--”
“Let’s stop talking about this. This conversation’s over. And you.” Turning his head back to Baekhyun again, chanyeol made sure the latter knew he was being serious. “Keep your professional pants on.”
It was a bit hypocritical for him to tell the brunette that he couldn’t have sex. Intercourse was fucking addictive and Chanyeol, himself, loved a good fuck, but all his arrows pointed to Baekhyun, and he was still unsated. There were reasons beyond just sex. It was the mutual interest between them. chanyeol’s wasn’t one to be committed, but if that was what Baekhyun wanted, then he was already willing to make concessions.
The ride to the hotel was long. Thirty minutes of silence on Chanyeol’s part was taken lightly. Baekhyun discussed schedule details, but didn’t bring up anything too interesting until they got on the subject of the god forsaken personal assistant.
Pulling an earbud out of one ear, Chanyeol listened quietly to Kris going over the terms. It was an annoying fact that neither of the two addressed him. That wouldn’t do. surprising the two men, chanyeol snapped his hseat back into its original position, stopping the conversation from proceeding on.
“I told Baekhyun this already, but I don’t want this, uh, assistant.” Chanyeol drawled his words, but his tone was serious. “Why do I need it?”
“To make your life a little easier,” Baekhyun said, cutting Kris off before the man could talk. “If you’re worried about her wage, don’t be. We have extra funds.”
“So you two are using my tour’s budget to hire someone I don’t even want.”
“Mr. Park.”
Focusing his eyes on the brunette’s face, Chanyeol cocked his head. “If it’s me that you’re trying to get rid of, then fine. Tell me clearly.”
Baekhyun replied with nothing. He knew Kris was watching them with an interest. The conversation had taken a more personal turn, and he didn’t like it. “You don’t bother me, Mr. Park. You’re simply a distraction to my work.”
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Jessica Jung was twenty-two years old. They brought her up from the general staff pool so becoming the personal assistant to the main act was a step up in her career. The best thing about her besides her long, brown hair and perfect figure was that she understood him. If anything, she was like the short runt, except in female form with breasts. After spending only thirty minutes with her in a small meeting held by the convert directors, Chanyeol looked over to Baekhyun. Right then and there, he had no doubt in his mind that Jessica was strategically chosen.
Once the meeting was finished, Chanyeol walked out of the room following right behind Baekhyun (and his swaying ass in white jeans). It was obvious that he wasn’t wanted judging by the way Baekhyun sped up his pace. Much to the brunette’s disappointment, Chanyeol still managed to make it into the same elevator ride as him.
Grabbing the small runt by the arm, Chanyeol pulled him up against him. Baekhyun tried to make an effort to struggle out of his hold, but couldn’t get away. There were too making people in the damn elevator.
Smirking, Chanyeol leaned over in his ear. “Nice pick with Jessica, Mr. Byun.”
Baekhyun kept his eyes on the elevator floor numbers. “I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Park.”
“She kind of reminds me of you,” Chanyeol said in a low voice. “Isn’t that a coincidence?”
“Life is full of surprises, Mr. Park.”
Scoffing, Chanyeol lifted his other hand, barely grazing the brunette’s waist, teasing him. “Unfortunately for you, it takes more than just a copy of you to distract me. She’s got a nice ass, I admit. You did good. But your ass is the only tight thing I want to see swallow up my--”
The elevator rang, saving Baekhyun from breaking out in a cold sweat. “I’ll see you this evening, Mr. Park,” he said quickly.
“Whose room, princess?”
Baekhyun slapped away his hands. “I meant for the staff dinner. Good-bye.” Then, without waiting for another second to pass, he darted out of the elevator.
Rolling his eyes, Chanyeol followed after, but headed off in another direction.
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The hotel room was nothing short of grand. Chanyeol could see that his luggage was already put inside his intended bedroom, but as he threw his jacket on the bed, his eyes caught the small blue pocket-sized package next to a small note near the bedside lamp. Walking over, he picked up the note and read over it quickly.
Get it out of your system.
-Kris, Management.
The condom beside it implied enough for Chanyeol to understand. Though his manager hadn’t specified, he knew that the condom wasn’t to be used on the only person who was in his system.
Tossing the note aside, Chanyeol picked up the pocket and hit it in one of the bedside table drawers.
It was pointless to tell him to fuck a stranger and get the hormones out of him, but it wasn’t completely about sex to him anymore, granted how one more fuck would probably save him from the brink of insanity. After Tokyo, a bit of a minor crush (more or less) had developed and it wasn’t something a fuck with a random fan could satisfy.
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The meeting was the only official business that was being carried out. Chanyeol had no plans other than to stay at the hotel and get pampered all that his money was worth.
When he went downstairs to meet with his massage appointment, he saw Baekhyun leave the hotel with glasses and a shoulder bag. He looked like any other tourist at that hotel so it was no wonder how he was able to breeze right by the girls who were all sitting outside the hotel, loitering around for the chance of seeing their idol.
Curious, he craned his neck and followed for a few seconds until he decided that being seen by the girls outside would cause more of a trouble than he would’ve liked to deal with. He managed to see Baekhyun opening the door to a black sedan, talking with whoever the man inside was. It was probably someone from his label--or something that was work related. Chanyeol shook all the other paranoid thoughts away since he had no right feeling that jealous over who Baekhyun associated with.
After Baekhyun was gone, it was up to him to figure out how to pass the time. It took a minute until someone approached him and he was redirected to the spa lounge. The girl who took him there was cute, a little too high pitched for his taste, but her figure was good...however, there was no interest at all, so Chanyeol turned his attention elsewhere.
His cell phone vibrated, a text from Baekhyun, of all people, telling him to stay healthy (whatever that meant) along with a notice that he’d be m.i.a for the majority of their time off until the concert in a few days, which was a nicer way of saying “fuck off and bother your actual manager”.
Hearing his name being called, Chanyeol glanced up and saw the masseuse, an older woman, smile at him while gently motioning to the changing area. Nodding, he reciprocated the smile and went into the privacy of the room, accepting the robe given to him and other condiments.
Once alone, he put the things on the bench and shrugged out of his jacket before taking off his shirt. After being completely shirtless, he decided to text back the sly little witch, pulling out his phone and taking a selca with his face unamused, but at just the right angle, he was able to capture his bare torso. Quite smug about the photo, he took his time sending the photo over with the caption, You want to be m.i.a from this?. It was cocky, and he would’ve admitted it if Baekhyun were there to scold him about it.
The brunette didn’t reply immediately, which was disappointing. He liked arguing with him, especially when it wasn’t on a professional level. It did nothing but spark the delicious tension between them and Chanyeol thought that was fun. Making Byun Baekhyun, the runt and the bitch pissed beyond belief was really, really appealing.
He stripped out of his clothes with ease, keeping nothing but his briefs. Previously, he always used to go nude into massage sessions, but being a celebrity made that difficult from untrustworthy people to hidden cameras that were always looking for him to make a slip. The thought of having his dick accidentally caught on camera and making a scandal wasn’t what concerned him. It was his tour, his music. Rock involved a lot of sex, a lot of drugs, and though he liked to indulge in sex, he didn’t want people to focus more on his body and sex life than his actual music.
After some time, he returned back into the room with the massage table readied for him and he took off the rob, requesting that they put a towel over his waist. It took a few minutes to settle in. It always took some time to get used to the position with his head in that tiny hole just for the client’s face.
The cell phone in his hand vibrated again, starting Chanyeol from his position. He assured the masseuse that he was alright before raising his head, putting the phone next to his face.
From Runt:
Chanyeol, please stop being stupid. Also, delete our conversation. I don’t want people finding that you’re sending me these things.
Snorting, Chanyeol brought up his phone’s keyboard and began typing his response of, Why? Then they’d know to stay away from you. I have dibs.
The reply almost came immediately.
From Runt:
You do not have dibs.
Chanyeol answered back with, Then who does?.
From Runt:
Mr. Park, I’m not having this conversation with you right now. I’m busy.
Frowning, Chanyeol focused more on his phone than the fact that the masseuse was trying to get him to lay back down.
From Park:
That reminds me, you left really quickly. Where’d you go? Off to take Kris’ advice?
From Runt:
Not your business if I am.
From Park:
Like I said, I have dibs. Be a good fan and stay loyal to your favorite musician.
It took a few minutes for Chanyeol to get a reply, but he sure as hell wasn’t disappointed, because along with the message was a selca. Baekhyun wasn’t smiling. He was glaring, but it was the cute type of glare that Chanyeol wanted to look at forever until they died kind of thing. From the photo, he could see that Baekhyun was in a dimly lit restaurant judging by the background. It make him really wonder what the little bitch was up to.
From Runt:
Screw you.
Beyond his control, Chanyeol let out a loud laugh, startling the masseuse. This time, he didn’t take the time to reassure her of anything, making a quick reply, saying, Honey, that’s what I’ve been waiting for this entire time.
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Baekhyun wasn't exaggerating when he said he'd be m.i.a. Jessica was on Chanyeol's tail wherever he went, but wouldn't tell him where the brunet was hiding or what he was doing. The texts eventually stopped, annoying Chanyeol when he couldn't get the latter to respond no matter how hard he tried to be provocative. Sending a photo of his cock probably would’ve done the job, but it was too risky, and Baekhyun would stop talking to him entirely. That was something he didn’t want.
On his way to the bar for an afternoon drink since he had nothing else planned for that day besides Baekhyun, drinking, and sleeping, Chanyeol noticed the amount of girls sitting outside the hotel. There more than his usual groupies, and he didn’t think it was because he was more popular in that particular country than the last few. Maybe there was another celebrity staying at the same establishment.
In that case, it was a hassle, because it meant more people trying to see “famous celebrities”. Tourists. Fans. Staff. It was a headache.
However, the people standing outside and the few people trying to take photos of him in the bar did remind him of one important thing to start focusing on. Song writing. Producing. He needed to write new material and create new demos for his next album. Though the release date would be in the far future, his label was already burning holes in his contract to try and push him into giving them something.
The only problem was the fact that he didn’t know what to sing about. His first hit solo album was an entire album dedicated to subtly dragging his former music partner in the dirt, and he used that leftover hatred to fuel his last album, mixed with the lust from all his one night stands. Now, everything seemed gray and unworthy of his pen and paper. Except for Baekhyun, but Chanyeol decided that writing a song about his--more or less-- “crush” (he gagged at the word) would probably be something he’d regret later.Then again, it’d be understandable if he wrote nothing else except for the way he wanted Baekhyun’s curves on his dick all the time, but that would hardly woo the little runt into actually liking him openly (because Baekhyun wasn’t one to admit shit to anything).
Ordering a glass of whiskey for himself, Chanyeol watched as the bartender prepared his drink before pulling out his phone to see if Baekhyun had made any replies. He scoffed when he saw nothing. That was absolutely terrible, to be quite frank. For the person in charge of (to be honest) everything in his tour to be so gone? Regardless of the fact that everyone was off duty until later, Baekhyun should still reply or text him or something. What if something happened? A staff member died or equipment blew up?
God, Byun Baekhyun was an irresponsible, self-centered son of a bitch.
Did no one really know where he was? Jessica seemed to know, but Chanyeol had dismissed her after the sixth time she tried to follow him to wherever he went. Apparently, Baekhyun had ordered for her to keep an eye on him, but the runt didn’t expect the bitch to take a large bribe. Three hundred dollars just to keep her lips shut and enjoy herself for a few hours? Easy money for her to take and easy money for Chanyeol to give. It was a win-win situation.
It was rather poor of him to think that he didn’t need some type of personal around him. Not with sly fans scurrying past security up front, pretending like they were legitimate guests, though that wasn’t as bad as the fans who were signing in as guests with the sole intention of “coincidentally” bumping into him or whatever other celebrity was staying at the same hotel.
Speaking of other celebrities, Chanyeol started wondering who the other bloke was. He raised his eyes when the bartender slid him his whisky. Before he could stop himself, he raised a finger and called the man back over.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Park?”
Giving the man a brief smile for friendly, polite reasons before asking his question, Chanyeol cocked his head. “Aside from myself, who’s the other significant guest staying at this hotel?”
“Aside from yourself?” The bartender thought about it, putting his hands on the counter as he thought. “I think it’s Do Kyungsoo? I know he’s staying here for a while. He was here last night with his managers.”
Chanyeol froze, eyes narrowing as he leaned in. “Do Kyungsoo?” he repeated as if he didn’t quite hear the first time, which was what he was hoping for in vain. “Why is he here?”
The bartender shrugged, giving Chanyeol an apologetic smile. “I don’t know, sir.”
Pursing his lips, Chanyeol nodded and thanked the man before going back to his drink, taking a sip as he tried to deal with the annoyance boiling inside of him. He usually checked up on Kyungsoo’s officially released schedules online and listened to rumors coming from his own management about what his former partner was doing just to make sure they never just accidentally bumped into one another. As far as he knew, Kyungsoo had no business in Berlin. Then again, celebrities usually kept their top secret schedules secret so it wouldn’t be far fetch if Kyungsoo was there for quick business.
Thinking about Kyungsoo almost took his mind completely off Baekhyun until Chanyeol remembered the connection between them.
He stopped drinking the whiskey, falling deeper and deeper into his suspicions. Exactly who was in the black sedan that picked Baekhyun up from the hotel? It was possible that it was someone from his management, but the more Chanyeol lingered on it, the more he remembered about the incident. He was so focused on Baekhyun, he forgot to fully look at the girls around him or the screaming that happened shortly after the brunette opened the door.
No one knew who Baekhyun was except for the fans who constantly took note of the people around their favorite musician, so there was no reason for the fans outside to scream at him. But whoever inside must’ve been important. Famous. Someone connected to Baekhyun and someone who was staying at the exact same hotel.
Kyungsoo.
Chanyeol couldn’t have whipped his phone out any faster than how he did right then. Pulling up Baekhyun’s contact info, he pressed called, putting the phone right against his ear.
There was a ring. Two rings. And then three. There would’ve been a fourth, but just as the fourth ring began, it was cut off. Baekhyun’s phone was on and he rejected it.
He knew that his history with calling Baekhyun was often for terrible reasons like setting up appointments or trying to get the coordinator to buy him food. They were petty excuses just to talk to the runt, but this time, it was important.
Chanyeol tried to call three more times. All of them prematurely cut. After his calls failed, he resorted to texting. That didn’t do very much, but he expected that sort of outcome.
Whatever Baekhyun was doing, he obviously didn’t want to bothered, and much to Chanyeol’s temper, the brunette was damn good at it.
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Chanyeol wasted time around the hotel garden during the evening, just when the sky was beginning to turn orange and dark. He met with Kris, talking half-mindedly about setting up activities for the next day so he wouldn’t be as bored as he was then. It was only when Kris stopped talking to him to answer a phone call that Chanyeol’s ears really perked.
He noticed the way Kris glanced at him before turning around and speaking with his voice lowered, talking just a bit off, enough to make the musician suspicious.
When the call finished, Chanyeol didn’t waste time asking, “Where is he?”
“Where’s who?”
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol said, rolling his eyes.
Kris merely shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Glaring, Chanyeol growled, turning back to the hotel building on his heel. If the manager didn’t want to tell him, then fine. But his elusiveness wasn’t enough to get him off Baekhyun’s trail. His gut feeling said that Baekhyun was back from wherever he was the entire afternoon and early evening, and he needed to have an important talk with his concert coordinator about things. Personal things.
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As he was walking in the lobby, he cursed when he saw Jessica spot him and immediately try to intercept him. Chanyeol walked a little faster, hoping the assistant would get the damn hint, but just like Baekhyun, she was stubborn and persistant about her job (when not bribed).
“Mr. Park! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” she hissed when she got close enough for him to hear her. “Mr. Byun’s been calling me and asking me where you’ve been!”
Just the sound of Baekhyun’s name was enough for the musician to give the girl some of his attention. “Has he?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the main entrance of the hotel. “When was this?”
“Just now--recently,” she said, correcting herself. “He said he was coming back and to keep you with me, so I suggest that we head over to the dining area because the staff and…”
The second Chanyeol’s eyes caught sight of the brunette walking through the front, Jessica’s attempt to guide him from the lobby became useless. She tried to hold him in place, but he shook off her hand, walking in a beeline straight to Baekhyun who was followed by a familiar face.
It was Kyungsoo who Baekhyun stopped and waited for so the two could walk at the same pace. He was laughing and Kyungsoo, himself, was grinning, even putting a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder comfortably.
Chanyeol didn’t have to make the decision whether or not he should approach Baekhyun, but deal with a confrontation with his former band mate since right before the brunet reached the elevators, Kyungsoo seemingly said good-bye and walked away in another direction with his guards in tow.
It didn’t take long for him to approach the coordinator, and unfortunately for Baekhyun, the doors didn’t open fast enough for him to escape. Shoulder bumping the runt, Chanyeol did nothing else but stand beside him with a displeased look on his face.
Baekhyun’s mouth hung slightly open before he caught himself and looked forward at the mirror doors. “Good evening, Mr. Park,” he said, trying to be casual, but Chanyeol could see the way he was sucking on his bottom lip. “Did you have an eventful afternoon?”
“Thanks, short stuff. My afternoon was boring, but thanks for asking,” Chanyeol said with slight sarcasm dripping in his voice. “What about you? Did you have fun?”
“I did.”
The answer was curt. Chanyeol didn’t like it. “Did you have so much fun that you couldn’t take any of my calls?”
“Mr. Park, I can’t take care of every single one of your calls,” Baekhyun said, looking up at him. “You have your own manager. You have an assistant. You don’t need me.”
The elevator door opened and a few people got out. Baekhyun wasted no time getting in and Chanyeol quickly went in after. Neither touched a floor button. Baekhyun kept glancing up at the musician, trying to get him to press first, but the giant did nothing but cross his arms and cock his head, motioning to the coordinator that he was going to wait.
“Are you being serious?”
Chanyeol shrugged. “I want to talk to you,” he said. “I don’t care if we make a scene in this elevator or in a hallway. That’s not my problem. You’re going to stop avoiding me.”
“I’m not avoiding you, Mr. Park,” Baekhyun growled. Then, he let out an exasperated sigh and pressed for the fifth floor. “You want to talk? We can talk during dinner.”
“You keep pushing off our talks. I’m starting to learn that you only say we’ll talk later just to shut me up at the moment,” Chanyeol said, putting his hands in his pockets. “We’ll talk now. In your room with the door locked and closed.”
As the elevator began to move, Baekhyun gave him a look. “Why does my door need to be locked?”
“So you can’t just run off.” Scoffing, Chanyeol gave him a glance. He was silent for a second until he looked way. “You’re so fucking short. I usually don’t like short people because it hurts my neck trying to kiss them, but you’re the exception.”
Baekhyun blinked, face flushed. “Park Chanyeol, that’s not--”
“Professional? Honey, nothing I want to do to you is professional,” Chanyeol said easily without batting an eye or turning red with embarrassment like Baekhyun did. “But if you want to talk about professional things, then let me ask you about a song I was thinking about writing. How do you feel about the lyrics, ‘I wanna come home from work and find you on the table with your legs spread, moaning dinner’s ready’?”
The elevator rang, signalling they had arrived on the fifth floor. Chanyeol half expected for Baekhyun to walk right out, but he didn’t. He stood there for a few seconds before marching off silently. Chanyeol followed, surprised that Baekhyun hadn’t turned back to yell at him or to tell him to piss the fuck off (he did this once in Australia).
It wasn’t until they reached Baekhyun’s hotel room that the coordinator turned his head back to him, lips pursed as he huffed. “Your lyrics are fucking terrible. If you want, I’ll contact the label and personally vouch for you to get a real writer on board your team.”
“But music’s what I do. I want to be entirely responsible for the lyrics, and if I want to write about how I want you naked on a table, then it should be my decision.”
Unlocking the door, Baekhyun turned the handle. “I don’t understand how you can be so upfront with your sexual desires,” he muttered. Motioning a hand, he hurriedly pulled Chanyeol into his hotel room, not wanting anyone in the hallway to accidentally see the celebrity. “Rock is supposed to have lyrics about love. Genuine love. Love that makes you want to scream it from the rooftop. I don’t want you up on stage singing about how much you want things...on a table.”
Looking around, Chanyeol noticed how Baekhyun’s room was completely standard for a five-star hotel. Still beautiful, but standard nonetheless. For someone so uptight, Byun Baekhyun was pretty simple…
“I sing from the heart, honey,” the musician said, taking off his shoes and going straight to sit on the bed.
“Your heart needs to know what’s right and what’s wrong. Flirting with me and writing songs about me in that way is wrong.” Baekhyun shrugged off his jacket and put it in the closet. “You can’t keep doing this, Chanyeol.”
“And why not?”
“Because I can’t get involved with you,” Baekhyun said, his eyes on Chanyeol as he moved across the room to his suitcase to grab another shirt. “You know that.”
“What’re you talking about? We’ve already been involved!”
“Yes, and look where we are.”
“In your bedroom, not fucking. And your point is?”
Rolling his eyes, Baekhyun took off his shirt, bare and half-naked for a minute before changing into the new shirt he picked out. Chanyeol savored the moment, pursing his lips and trying to control himself when he saw the brunette’s nipples pink and ready to be licked.
“Chanyeol, my point is that I can’t get on a table and let you do those things.” Turning around, Baekhyun walked to a mirror and fixed his hair, which Chanyeol already thought was perfectly fine. “I don’t even want you to think about that, because it’s not possible.”
“Not possible…” Chanyeol repeated, muttering under his breath as he scoffed. He watched as Baekhyun went in the bathroom. “So you were with Do Kyungsoo all day?”
“Yes.”
It surprised the musician how Baekhyun didn’t even try to avoid answering. Then again, the brunette probably already knew that he’d have to answer some time. Smart of him.
“What’d you do with him?”
“I don’t know. What do you think I did?” Baekhyun replied.
Glaring at the hallway that led to the bathroom, Chanyeol frowned. “Was it strictly business?”
“Of course, it was.” Exiting the bathroom, Baekhyun placed the damp towel he was using to wipe his face down on a counter. “Why else would I meet him?”
“You knew he was staying at this hotel before we even got here, didn’t you?” Chanyeol asked, ignoring the brunette’s question. “Or else why would everything be so set up? We literally arrived here and then five minutes later, you’re getting in a car with him.”
“Chanyeol, I used to work with him. You’re aware of that,” Baekhyun said, leaning against his hotel room’s dresser with his arms folded. “And yes, I did know. In fact, I contacted him first, and he invited me to lunch, so I went.”
“Which part of this is the ‘business’ part?”
Baekhyun didn’t immediately reply, instead looking at Chanyeol very calmly, as if trying to be as gentle with his body language as possible.
“He asked me to rejoin his team.” Closing his eyes, Baekhyun rubbed the back of his neck. He could hear the bed creak, aware that Chanyeol was possibly getting ready to stand up and fight Kyungsoo downstairs. “At the end of my contract with you, he told me that I should consider signing back on with D.O Mania and helping them organize his tour in the future, since Kyungsoo’s new album is being polished right now. Promotions will be held and the date announcements will carry on right after.”
With his brows drawn together, Chanyeol felt offended somehow. Of course he knew that Baekhyun wouldn’t always work for him forever. In fact, before, he used to count the days when Baekhyun would finally get off his back and go back to where he came from. But to work for Kyungsoo? Again? Chanyeol couldn’t tell if it was jealousy or anger burning in his chest.
“No.” The word slipped out of his mouth before he could stop and rethink. “You’re not going back to work for him. You told me you resigned because you wanted to work with me? Are you seriously considering his offer?”
“I can’t work for you forever, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun said, sighing. “The tour’s about to end, and then what? I can’t just stand around and do nothing. I have bills to pay. I have parents to help out. I--”
“Then I’ll pay you to stand around and do nothing,” Chanyeol growled, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll fucking give you a weekly check. Just don’t sign back on with him!”
“I know you have some sort of rivalry with Kyungsoo, but you shouldn’t let that blind you from seeing where I’m coming from.”
“Baekhyun, you know that this is more than just my history with him. Admit it. You want to avoid me so much, you’re willing to jump the gun at the first opportunity that comes your way.” After seeing the look on Baekhyun’s face, Chanyeol knew that he was right. “Tell me something, short cake. What’s so big, bad, and wrong about a romance between us?”
“Mr.Park--”
“Don’t Mr. Park me, sweetheart. Answer the question.” Chanyeol pushed himself off the bed, standing intimidatingly. “I heard you when you said that you’re not sure whether you like me because you’re a fan or because you actually do like me. I get it. But why don’t you just give it a chance and we can see where it goes from here?”
“Because I don’t do this with my clients!”
“We already fucked in Tokyo! How professional can we pretend we are!?”
“Chanyeol!” With his face heated, Baekhyun stepped forward and jabbed the man on the chest with a finger. “This is part of the reason why I won’t get involved with you. You’re too--Oh my god. Chanyeol, I don’t want to be just a fuck, alright? I might like you, but you’re the kind of guy who likes to chase people around. You’re not--shit. Yeol, you’re not a serious kind of guy. You’re fucking charming and, believe me, you’re a piece of shit, but you really know how to turn someone on just by looking at them.”
Chanyeol stood by for a few moments before he cocked his head and grinned. “I turn you on?”
“Out of everything I said, that’s all you heard--”
When Baekhyun tried to turn around and head to the door, Chanyeol laughed, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him back up against him. He felt the brunette tense, but continued to move them both until he felt the bed behind him.
“Believe it or not, Baekhyun, but I can be serious about someone if I want.”
“And I suppose pigs fly.”
“I’ll make them fly if that’s what’ll take to convince you.” Carefully dragging his hands lower and lower, Chanyeol watched the coordinator’s expression with much attention, especially when he began to feel the curves of his ass. “How much do you wanna bet that I dream about these cheeks every night?”
Baekhyun’s ears were showing a slight shade of red, but he didn’t pull back. “Chanyeol, please get your hands off. The staff dinner’s going to start in ten minutes?”
Smirking, Chanyeol raised a brow. “What’re you talking about? Dinner’s right…here.” He let his fingers travel between the two cheeks before using two fingers to rub up and down against the area he wanted most.
Hearing Baekhyun’s breath hitch was a win, but it wasn’t enough. Chanyeol leaned down and made eyes contact for a brief second until he knew that the other party was consenting to what he was about to do. Then, without saying a word, he took Baekhyun’s mouth like he owned it, like it was his to have.
Despite being in mutual agreement, Chanyeol could still feel Baekhyun’s hesitation. However, after a while, it was withering away. The brunette offered his mouth up for whatever the other wanted. Shoving his tongue inside, Chanyeol took every moment to taste him.
The kiss was familiar and Chanyeol loved that feeling. This was what he wanted, and this was the mouth he had been dying to kiss again since that night. He had Baekhyun going limp in his arms, and a fire building up in his loins.
Cursing, Chanyeol pulled away from the kiss only to lift Baekhyun on the bed and continue attacking his bruised lips.
His body wanted sex. More than anything, he wanted them to strip and go animalistic, fucking until the bed broke, until hotel management came to knock on the door to tell them to stop fucking, but Chanyeol’s mind was clear enough to know that he couldn’t do that. Not yet. Their relationship was so fragile, and he saw Baekhyun’s point.
He didn’t want the short runt to think that all he wanted was to fuck him and leave. It was more than that, and Chanyeol knew he had to prove it. But that didn’t mean he had to walk away for nothing.
Giving raw kisses to Baekhyun’s neck and collarbone, Chanyeol’s hand worked its magic in between the brunette’s legs, kneading and rubbing where his little cunt would be.
Then, Chanyeol raised his head and leaned in to the coordinator’s ear and hoarsely said, “Let me eat you out tonight, baby.”
Baekhyun put his hands on Chanyeol’s shoulders and pushed him away, staring at him with bewildered eyes. “No,” he responded, weakly. “Chanyeol, you can’t--”
“There may not be a dinner table, but a bed works just fine.” Licking his lips, Chanyeol glanced down to see his hand as it unbuttoned the brunette’s jeans. “We won’t have sex, unfortunately. You’re right. We have to go to the staff dinner. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some quick fun, and you don’t even have to return the favor.”
Biting down on his lip, Baekhyun looked at him with hesitation. “Chanyeol, this is too much.”
“Not at all.” Chanyeol got off of him and knelt down on the floor by the bed. With two pulls, he managed to get rid of everything, leaving Baekhyun’s completely nude on the bottom. “It’ll be a pleasure.”
Kneeling down on the floor, Chanyeol spread the brunette’s legs and pushed them back until there was nothing but a pink ring occupying his view. He could hear Baekhyun’s breathing quicken and see the way his hole was twitching in anticipation.
Wasting no time, fearing that the latter would suddenly back out, Chanyeol leaned in and dragged his wet tongue up the cleft once. Then he raised his head, dropping a string of spit down on the muscle before sloppily licking it back up, pressing the sharp point of his tongue against the center of the bud.
When he glanced up, he saw the way Baekhyun groaned his name, motivating the musician to eat harder, louder.
Smacking his lips after sucking on the little cunt like it was his last goddamn meal, Chanyeol let out a low groan, tongue flicking one of Baekhyun’s balls. “Do you like being eaten out, Baekhyun?”
The coordinator didn’t answer. He only covered his face and tried to bring down one of his legs--but Chanyeol wouldn’t let him.
“Tell me how much you fucking love this, baby,” Chanyeol teased, lips gently grazing against the throbbing hole. “Tell me how much you want my tongue against your sweet cunt.”
“Chanyeol, please,” Baekhyun cried quietly.
“Please what, hon? What do you want me to do to you?” Slicking a finger with his saliva, Chanyeol drew circles around the sensitive rim. “What does this tiny thing want from me. Tell me.”
It was embarrassing and Chanyeol could see it on Baekhyun’s half-covered face, but after a few more strokes to coax the young coordinator into submission, the musician heard the words that were far better than any of the lyrics to his songs.
“Eat Me.”