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Chapter 24
I Lied
The rest of that day went with Baekhyun trying to carry on as if nothing was ever said or done between the two of them. Every time he caught Chanyeol looking at him with a scowl, Baekhyun smiled his way. If Nugget was on his lap, Baekhyun would take the pup’s paw and playfully make Nugget wave up and down at the glaring giant. If Nugget wasn’t there, Baekhyun would just smile, laugh, and then go back to doing his job.
Chanyeol wanted to force the subject of their confusing and sexually frustrating relationship on the smaller male, but every time that he saw an opportunity to, Baekhyun would use Nugget as an excuse to evade him. After the first few excuses, Chanyeol was pretty tired of Nugget’s frequent need to be walked or taken outside to piss. Failing time after time, Chanyeol grew irritated and eventually decided that he’d get the bastard when he least expected it.
In the meantime, Baekhyun continued to go around the house changing sheets, doing laundry, and dusting. By the time it started rolling around the early evening, his entire list of daily chores was done and he was already bored out of his mind—even though Nugget served as a playful companion. Baekhyun felt like he needed some human interaction, but Sehun was off sleeping and Kyungsoo had dragged Kai out of the house to help him shop for the weekly groceries. The only people left in the house were Kris and Chanyeol, but even they were cooped up in Chanyeol’s work space.
The deprivation of any activities made Baekhyun a little restless. He wanted to go into town, but Chanyeol had finally hid the car keys somewhere hidden. He didn’t have a phone so he couldn’t browse the internet on mobile and check up on his “runaway” status in the media. Every time he needed to use the internet, he had to ask Chanyeol for permission to use the giant’s laptop, and even then he’d get turned away nine times out of ten.
Baekhyun figured that he might’ve been too lost in his thought when he accidentally flinched as a pair of hands found themselves on his shoulders. Sitting up from the couch where he had been residing after finishing all his duties, Baekhyun turned around. By the feel of the hands, Baekhyun immediately thought of Chanyeol, but when he saw that he was Kris behind him, he felt as if his expectations were down, but he smiled big anyways.
“Hey. Done working?”
“Yeah,” Kris yawned as he let go and stretched his arms. “Chanyeol’s putting everything together.”
Baekhyun nodded understandingly. He picked up Nugget, who was lying calmly on his lap and started to pet the dog. Kris sat down on a seat adjacent to the couch and turned his eyes at Baekhyun. The two of them looked at each other for a bit before Baekhyun decided to fill in the space with mindless talk.
“So what’d Chanyeol say about my revisions?” Baekhyun asked brightly.
Kris looked confused for a second, but then he scoffed, fully recalling what Baekhyun was referring to. “He got angry, but he didn’t change it back.” When Kris saw Baekhyun smile some more, he tilted his head to the side.
Despite knowing that he was playing on dangerous waters, Kris decided to rendezvous with confidential information that might trigger things if he wasn’t careful. As Baekhyun continued to softly stroke Nugget’s dark fur, Kris rubbed his knuckles.
“Baek, why do you work as a maid for Chanyeol?” Kris started out hesitantly. “You obviously know your physics and math if you’re criticizing Chanyeol’s.”
Baekhyun shrugged. “I like it here.”
“But why are you here, though? You could be doing bigger and better things instead of cleaning Chanyeol’s mess.”
“Because Chanyeol needs me.” When Kris didn’t look like he was gonna take Baekhyun’s mock answer, Baekhyun laughed. “Okay, it’s the other way around. I need him—well, his employment. If I get fired, then I’d have to leave.”
“What’s wrong with leaving?” Kris asked, raising a brow. “You could leave and start your own company,” he suggested, eyeing Baekhyun carefully. When he suggested the idea of starting a business in technology on his own, he saw Baekhyun pause for a moment.
“I don’t wanna be in charge of something like that,” Baekhyun said with a small grin.
“Why not?” Kris leaned in, setting his elbows on his knees.
“I like it here, that’s why,” Baekhyun simply said. “It’s near a beach. All I have to worry about is cleaning and waking Chanyeol up. It’s like a little getaway from everything else.”
After a short pause, Kris said, “I have a beach villa, too, you know.”
Smirking, Baekhyun raised a brow. “Oh, do you?”
Kris’ eyes sudden had a twinkle in them as he saw Baekhyun mildly interested. “Yeah. It’s bigger than this one and it’s just as close to the beach, if not closer.”
“How nice.”
“You know,” Kris said leaning in towards Baekhyun some more, “You could leave here and come with me over to my house. Nugget can come along, too. You can have as many pets as you want. Anything.”
Baekhyun clicked his tongue and cocked his head. “Can I hire male prostitutes to entertain me, too?” he asked sarcastically.
“If that’s what you like,” Kris chuckled.
Laughing too hard, Baekhyun stirred Nugget. Quickly calming the dog, Baekhyun shook his head. “If I asked you to get me a strip pole, would you get one installed for me?”
“I would,” Kris replied, pretending to think about it. “I would if I got private viewings.”
Scoffing, Baekhyun quirked his lips. “You wanna see me strip.”
“And play around with a pole.”
Baekhyun blinked a few times before grinning. “You’re sexual, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“No wonder Kyungsoo steers away from you,” Baekhyun said, giving Kris a nonchalant look as if he finally found someone just as sexually forward as he was.
“I’d like to have Kyungsoo for a night, but you’re a different case.” Baekhyun paused at Kris’ blunt output. “But you’re right. Kyungsoo does steer away. The question is why don’t you steer away from me?”
“Because you and I are similar—well, you seem like you’re sexually active right now, which means that you’re more likely to catch a disease, so technically we’re not really that similar.” Baekhyun stopped when he was getting too carried away. “But in terms of sex, then yes, we both like sex and we’re both upfront about it, so you don’t really scare me.”
“Hn.” Kris leaned back in his seat and carefully watched Baekhyun. “So we’re basically a pervert's club—you and I, I mean.”
“We’re not perverts,” Baekhyun quickly retaliated. “We’re just lovers—we choose love and sex over other things like…like responsibilities.”
“Yeah, who needs to eat when you can have sex instead?” Kris snorted.
“—Actually, food and water’s essential to the human body,” Baekhyun cut in, ruining Kris’ little remark. “You can’t really make cum if you’re not hydrated and you won’t have the energy to do anything if you don’t eat.”
Kris paused. “Okay so eat first, sex later.”
“Essentially.”
After finishing putting all the files together with hard drives included, Chanyeol finally left his work room and made his way back to the main living quarters, only to hear his subordinate talking to his maid—the same maid that wanted to fuck him, but at the same time didn’t want to because he was an indecisive bitch. And of all the topics to walk in on, Chanyeol, who was on the verge of sexual frustration and, at the time, furious about Baekhyun’s constant cut offs, walked in at a crucial point in conversation being held.
“See, how I always thought double penetration was something I wanted to try.”
Chanyeol heard Baekhyun scoffed. “Maybe if you’re the one sticking it in! Its hurts so bad—I swear, I lost a few brain cells after that. Too much pain, not enough pleasure.”
Chanyeol didn’t know what to really make of Baekhyun’s personal double penetration experience or story. He didn’t wanna think about anybody taking him because all Chanyeol’s been thinking about for the better half of Kris’ week-long stay was having Baekhyun in bed, all night every night.
“If anything,” Chanyeol heard Baekhyun say, “It feels like you’re being fisted.”
Stepping out from the hallway, Chanyeol had enough. He didn’t want to hear about Baekhyun’s past activities nor did he want Kris talking with Baekhyun about personal things. Knowing his company employee, Chanyeol knew that Kris was thinking about doing double penetration to Baekhyun, which was something Chanyeol didn’t want him doing. Then, knowing Baekhyun, his idiot, Chanyeol knew that he was too naïve and very oblivious to Kris’ intentions and thoughts. The guy was too dedicated in explaining the subject to even notice—and it pissed Chanyeol off.
“Hey!”
Jumping at the deep voice, Kris and Baekhyun looked in Chanyeol’s direction. “Hi, Mr. Wonderful,” Baekhyun greeted in a song-like voice.
Ignoring the remark, Chanyeol moved on. “Where’s Kyungsoo?”
“He’s ou—”
“Kai?”
“He—”
“What about Sehun?”
“Sehun’s—”
“Why aren’t you doing anything?” Chanyeol quickly asked.
Baekhyun blinked, a bit taken aback from Chanyeol’s quick change of topics. He didn’t get why Chanyeol was shooting questions here and there without giving him the chance to answer. “I finished.”
“I don’t think so. When was the last time you cleaned the shower glass in my room?” Chanyeol quickly argued, not caring about whether or not he was harshly biting Baekhyun’s head off.
“Last week?” Baekhyun let out a weak laugh. “Did you forget?”
“No. I don’t forget things,” Chanyeol sharply replied. “Go and do it right now.”
“I did it last week, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun shot back, trying to keep his calm, but at the same time, unable to keep himself cool.
“And I’m telling you to do it again,” Chanyeol said more harshly, giving Baekhyun a cold look.
Baekhyun opened his mouth to argue some more, but Nugget whimpered, sensing the dark atmosphere. Heaving a sigh, Baekhyun got up and put Nugget on the floor to trail after him. “Fine.” Turning to Kris, he nodded. “I’ll talk to you later after I finish cleaning his royal highness’ shower glass.”
Kris gave him a small grin. “Go do your thing.”
Baekhyun gave Kris a pouting face. Chanyeol rolled his eyes when he caught sight of it. “Yah, go!”
“I’m going,” Baekhyun whined, dragging his feet as he walked slowly on by. As he made his I-don’t-wanna-do-this walk, Nugget followed.
As soon as Baekhyun’s wailing self was out of the room, Kris put off his nonchalant attitude and pushed himself up off his seat, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You’re such a harsh employer, Chanyeol,” Kris said lightly.
Scoffing, Chanyeol gave Kris an unimpressed look. “Just a guy who doesn’t want his fiancé talking about sex with another guy.”
“You keep referring to him as your fiancé,” Kris said warily. “Are you doing it for some sort of ironic effect or do you really see him as that?”
Chanyeol stopped. “It’s what he is.”
“Yes, legally speaking, the contract does say he’s your fiancé, but outside the law, personally, you don’t have to see him as that.” Kris glanced down for a moment before he lightly kicked the edge of the coffee table. “I’ve been thinking. After this contract of your falls apart—you know, after you keep Baekhyun hidden long enough—you’re not going to keep him around, right?”
Chanyeol was stumped. What would he do after Baekhyun’s family finally contacted back with him to free him from the deal he had foolishly agreed to? He thought he knew. He would release Baekhyun from duty and that’d be that. It’d be back to the old company rivalry situation, but to Chanyeol, that situation was better than the one with him being involved him being married.
It was all set, but Baekhyun had to strut with his jiggly ass around the house, talking about sex and kissing him like it wasn’t a big deal. In all the uncertainty, there were some things that Chanyeol was sure about. He was sure that he wanted Baekhyun. Whether or not he wanted Baekhyun just for one night or multiple times, Chanyeol didn’t know yet. He would find out, though.
Coming out from his thoughts, Chanyeol realized that Kris was still waiting for an answer. Without filtering anything, Chanyeol decided to go with an answer that correlated to his previous plans. “No. I’m not gonna keep him around.”
Kris studied Chanyeol’s face for a moment before leaning back on one of his legs. “Then you don’t mind if I take him away when that happens?”
Chanyeol locked his jaw, knowing that Kris was baiting him. “No. I don’t.”
The two had a silent stand still before Kris nodded. “Then I guess Byun Baekhyun’s mine.”
After all the dishes were done and Baekhyun got sleepy Nugget to settle down in his kennel, he retreated back to his room. He changed into black and white polka dotted pajama bottoms and a graphic tee with a seal saying “Phoque you!” on it. Crawling onto his bed, Baekhyun reached over to his windowsill where he kept his books and pulled out the one he was midway through reading.
Baekhyun only got thirty minutes worth of reading before he was interrupted. He wasn’t very excited when he was interrupted. All he wanted to do was find out what would happen next between the characters. Instead, Baekhyun had his attention ripped off by Kris who knocked on his door and let himself in.
“Hey.”
Rolling his eyes behind his book before setting the book down, Baekhyun responded. “Hi.” Watching Kris walk over to him, Baekhyun settled his book on top of his chest. “What’s going on?”
“I’m waiting for the taxi to get here,” Kris replied as he got closer step by step. “I wanted to say good bye.”
Baekhyun grinned up at him. “Oh.” Trying to push himself up off the bed, Baekhyun used his elbows. “Well good luck with Chanyeol’s work.”
Putting a knee on Baekhyun’s bed, Kris put a hand on his chest and pushed him back on the mattress. “Yeah. Work…”
Baekhyun didn’t know what Kris was trying to accomplish, but he let him do his thing anyways. When Kris leaned down and slanted his lips over Baekhyun’s, Baekhyun let the guy get a quick taste of him, figuring that it’d get it him out of Kris’ system. Before long, Baekhyun felt Kris’ hands travel up his torso and under his shirt.
Immediately, Chanyeol flashed in his mind. The size of Kris’ hands were relatively the same as Chanyeol’s. Unable to help it, Baekhyun closed his eyes and imagined. With Kris’ hands feeling him, it wasn’t hard for Baekhyun to fantasize that it was the other doing those things to him.
Releasing Baekhyun’s lips, Kris attacked Baekhyun’s slender neck. With the combination of Kris’ hands, mouth, and Baekhyun’s little fantasy, Baekhyun let out a moan as he squirmed underneath the larger male. Kris smirked and lifted up Baekhyun’s shirt. Teasingly, he trailed his mouth to Baekhyun’s pink buds before grasping one in his mouth.
Again, Baekhyun let out a soft cry, but this time, something intervened. A loud slam from the entry way reverberated in the room and Kris already knew who it was. Wiping his mouth as if he was finished feasting, he got off the bed and smirked down at Baekhyun who was giving him a ragged look.
“If you ever wanna leave this place, my offer’s still on the table.”
Then, he turned and left the room. Following him with his eyes, Baekhyun caught sight of Chanyeol standing by the doorway. As Kris passed by him, Chanyeol didn’t even bother to glare at him, but instead, his focus was intent on Baekhyun. His face was blank, but Baekhyun knew that there were heavy underlying emotions beneath it all.
Baekhyun expected to be yelled at, but instead Chanyeol didn’t say anything and proceeded to close the door behind him.
After Chanyeol helped Kris load his things in the back of the taxi’s trunk, they went over final details. Kris assured him that he’d get the papers to the board and that he’d contact Chanyeol as soon as a meeting would be set up to discuss project budget and of the sort.
“Email me the progress.”
Fixing his coat, Kris nodded. “I’ll have my secretary do that.”
“Fine.” Opening the door, Chanyeol held it for Kris for a minute. “Be safe.”
“Thanks.”
Just as Kris was about to climb inside the vehicle, Chanyeol stopped him with his voice. “But, Wu?”
Turning to face Chanyeol, Kris raised a brow. “What?”
“I changed my mind. Baekhyun’s mine.” Then Chanyeol swung an arm, hitting Kris right on the jaw, slacking his posture. “So hands off.”
Ten minutes passed by since the incident and Baekhyun was on the verge of fully recovering from what happened. He had his shirt pulled down, and he had wiped his mouth and neck with a wash cloth in the bathroom to get rid of Kris’ touch. Back in his bed, Baekhyun continued to read, only to be yet again interrupted in the midst of it.
This time, when he put his book down, he didn’t see Kris. He saw Chanyeol. And when Baekhyun’s eyes traced down Chanyeol’s body, he spotted the tube of lube in Chanyeol’s right hand.
I Lied
The rest of that day went with Baekhyun trying to carry on as if nothing was ever said or done between the two of them. Every time he caught Chanyeol looking at him with a scowl, Baekhyun smiled his way. If Nugget was on his lap, Baekhyun would take the pup’s paw and playfully make Nugget wave up and down at the glaring giant. If Nugget wasn’t there, Baekhyun would just smile, laugh, and then go back to doing his job.
Chanyeol wanted to force the subject of their confusing and sexually frustrating relationship on the smaller male, but every time that he saw an opportunity to, Baekhyun would use Nugget as an excuse to evade him. After the first few excuses, Chanyeol was pretty tired of Nugget’s frequent need to be walked or taken outside to piss. Failing time after time, Chanyeol grew irritated and eventually decided that he’d get the bastard when he least expected it.
In the meantime, Baekhyun continued to go around the house changing sheets, doing laundry, and dusting. By the time it started rolling around the early evening, his entire list of daily chores was done and he was already bored out of his mind—even though Nugget served as a playful companion. Baekhyun felt like he needed some human interaction, but Sehun was off sleeping and Kyungsoo had dragged Kai out of the house to help him shop for the weekly groceries. The only people left in the house were Kris and Chanyeol, but even they were cooped up in Chanyeol’s work space.
The deprivation of any activities made Baekhyun a little restless. He wanted to go into town, but Chanyeol had finally hid the car keys somewhere hidden. He didn’t have a phone so he couldn’t browse the internet on mobile and check up on his “runaway” status in the media. Every time he needed to use the internet, he had to ask Chanyeol for permission to use the giant’s laptop, and even then he’d get turned away nine times out of ten.
Baekhyun figured that he might’ve been too lost in his thought when he accidentally flinched as a pair of hands found themselves on his shoulders. Sitting up from the couch where he had been residing after finishing all his duties, Baekhyun turned around. By the feel of the hands, Baekhyun immediately thought of Chanyeol, but when he saw that he was Kris behind him, he felt as if his expectations were down, but he smiled big anyways.
“Hey. Done working?”
“Yeah,” Kris yawned as he let go and stretched his arms. “Chanyeol’s putting everything together.”
Baekhyun nodded understandingly. He picked up Nugget, who was lying calmly on his lap and started to pet the dog. Kris sat down on a seat adjacent to the couch and turned his eyes at Baekhyun. The two of them looked at each other for a bit before Baekhyun decided to fill in the space with mindless talk.
“So what’d Chanyeol say about my revisions?” Baekhyun asked brightly.
Kris looked confused for a second, but then he scoffed, fully recalling what Baekhyun was referring to. “He got angry, but he didn’t change it back.” When Kris saw Baekhyun smile some more, he tilted his head to the side.
Despite knowing that he was playing on dangerous waters, Kris decided to rendezvous with confidential information that might trigger things if he wasn’t careful. As Baekhyun continued to softly stroke Nugget’s dark fur, Kris rubbed his knuckles.
“Baek, why do you work as a maid for Chanyeol?” Kris started out hesitantly. “You obviously know your physics and math if you’re criticizing Chanyeol’s.”
Baekhyun shrugged. “I like it here.”
“But why are you here, though? You could be doing bigger and better things instead of cleaning Chanyeol’s mess.”
“Because Chanyeol needs me.” When Kris didn’t look like he was gonna take Baekhyun’s mock answer, Baekhyun laughed. “Okay, it’s the other way around. I need him—well, his employment. If I get fired, then I’d have to leave.”
“What’s wrong with leaving?” Kris asked, raising a brow. “You could leave and start your own company,” he suggested, eyeing Baekhyun carefully. When he suggested the idea of starting a business in technology on his own, he saw Baekhyun pause for a moment.
“I don’t wanna be in charge of something like that,” Baekhyun said with a small grin.
“Why not?” Kris leaned in, setting his elbows on his knees.
“I like it here, that’s why,” Baekhyun simply said. “It’s near a beach. All I have to worry about is cleaning and waking Chanyeol up. It’s like a little getaway from everything else.”
After a short pause, Kris said, “I have a beach villa, too, you know.”
Smirking, Baekhyun raised a brow. “Oh, do you?”
Kris’ eyes sudden had a twinkle in them as he saw Baekhyun mildly interested. “Yeah. It’s bigger than this one and it’s just as close to the beach, if not closer.”
“How nice.”
“You know,” Kris said leaning in towards Baekhyun some more, “You could leave here and come with me over to my house. Nugget can come along, too. You can have as many pets as you want. Anything.”
Baekhyun clicked his tongue and cocked his head. “Can I hire male prostitutes to entertain me, too?” he asked sarcastically.
“If that’s what you like,” Kris chuckled.
Laughing too hard, Baekhyun stirred Nugget. Quickly calming the dog, Baekhyun shook his head. “If I asked you to get me a strip pole, would you get one installed for me?”
“I would,” Kris replied, pretending to think about it. “I would if I got private viewings.”
Scoffing, Baekhyun quirked his lips. “You wanna see me strip.”
“And play around with a pole.”
Baekhyun blinked a few times before grinning. “You’re sexual, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“No wonder Kyungsoo steers away from you,” Baekhyun said, giving Kris a nonchalant look as if he finally found someone just as sexually forward as he was.
“I’d like to have Kyungsoo for a night, but you’re a different case.” Baekhyun paused at Kris’ blunt output. “But you’re right. Kyungsoo does steer away. The question is why don’t you steer away from me?”
“Because you and I are similar—well, you seem like you’re sexually active right now, which means that you’re more likely to catch a disease, so technically we’re not really that similar.” Baekhyun stopped when he was getting too carried away. “But in terms of sex, then yes, we both like sex and we’re both upfront about it, so you don’t really scare me.”
“Hn.” Kris leaned back in his seat and carefully watched Baekhyun. “So we’re basically a pervert's club—you and I, I mean.”
“We’re not perverts,” Baekhyun quickly retaliated. “We’re just lovers—we choose love and sex over other things like…like responsibilities.”
“Yeah, who needs to eat when you can have sex instead?” Kris snorted.
“—Actually, food and water’s essential to the human body,” Baekhyun cut in, ruining Kris’ little remark. “You can’t really make cum if you’re not hydrated and you won’t have the energy to do anything if you don’t eat.”
Kris paused. “Okay so eat first, sex later.”
“Essentially.”
After finishing putting all the files together with hard drives included, Chanyeol finally left his work room and made his way back to the main living quarters, only to hear his subordinate talking to his maid—the same maid that wanted to fuck him, but at the same time didn’t want to because he was an indecisive bitch. And of all the topics to walk in on, Chanyeol, who was on the verge of sexual frustration and, at the time, furious about Baekhyun’s constant cut offs, walked in at a crucial point in conversation being held.
“See, how I always thought double penetration was something I wanted to try.”
Chanyeol heard Baekhyun scoffed. “Maybe if you’re the one sticking it in! Its hurts so bad—I swear, I lost a few brain cells after that. Too much pain, not enough pleasure.”
Chanyeol didn’t know what to really make of Baekhyun’s personal double penetration experience or story. He didn’t wanna think about anybody taking him because all Chanyeol’s been thinking about for the better half of Kris’ week-long stay was having Baekhyun in bed, all night every night.
“If anything,” Chanyeol heard Baekhyun say, “It feels like you’re being fisted.”
Stepping out from the hallway, Chanyeol had enough. He didn’t want to hear about Baekhyun’s past activities nor did he want Kris talking with Baekhyun about personal things. Knowing his company employee, Chanyeol knew that Kris was thinking about doing double penetration to Baekhyun, which was something Chanyeol didn’t want him doing. Then, knowing Baekhyun, his idiot, Chanyeol knew that he was too naïve and very oblivious to Kris’ intentions and thoughts. The guy was too dedicated in explaining the subject to even notice—and it pissed Chanyeol off.
“Hey!”
Jumping at the deep voice, Kris and Baekhyun looked in Chanyeol’s direction. “Hi, Mr. Wonderful,” Baekhyun greeted in a song-like voice.
Ignoring the remark, Chanyeol moved on. “Where’s Kyungsoo?”
“He’s ou—”
“Kai?”
“He—”
“What about Sehun?”
“Sehun’s—”
“Why aren’t you doing anything?” Chanyeol quickly asked.
Baekhyun blinked, a bit taken aback from Chanyeol’s quick change of topics. He didn’t get why Chanyeol was shooting questions here and there without giving him the chance to answer. “I finished.”
“I don’t think so. When was the last time you cleaned the shower glass in my room?” Chanyeol quickly argued, not caring about whether or not he was harshly biting Baekhyun’s head off.
“Last week?” Baekhyun let out a weak laugh. “Did you forget?”
“No. I don’t forget things,” Chanyeol sharply replied. “Go and do it right now.”
“I did it last week, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun shot back, trying to keep his calm, but at the same time, unable to keep himself cool.
“And I’m telling you to do it again,” Chanyeol said more harshly, giving Baekhyun a cold look.
Baekhyun opened his mouth to argue some more, but Nugget whimpered, sensing the dark atmosphere. Heaving a sigh, Baekhyun got up and put Nugget on the floor to trail after him. “Fine.” Turning to Kris, he nodded. “I’ll talk to you later after I finish cleaning his royal highness’ shower glass.”
Kris gave him a small grin. “Go do your thing.”
Baekhyun gave Kris a pouting face. Chanyeol rolled his eyes when he caught sight of it. “Yah, go!”
“I’m going,” Baekhyun whined, dragging his feet as he walked slowly on by. As he made his I-don’t-wanna-do-this walk, Nugget followed.
As soon as Baekhyun’s wailing self was out of the room, Kris put off his nonchalant attitude and pushed himself up off his seat, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You’re such a harsh employer, Chanyeol,” Kris said lightly.
Scoffing, Chanyeol gave Kris an unimpressed look. “Just a guy who doesn’t want his fiancé talking about sex with another guy.”
“You keep referring to him as your fiancé,” Kris said warily. “Are you doing it for some sort of ironic effect or do you really see him as that?”
Chanyeol stopped. “It’s what he is.”
“Yes, legally speaking, the contract does say he’s your fiancé, but outside the law, personally, you don’t have to see him as that.” Kris glanced down for a moment before he lightly kicked the edge of the coffee table. “I’ve been thinking. After this contract of your falls apart—you know, after you keep Baekhyun hidden long enough—you’re not going to keep him around, right?”
Chanyeol was stumped. What would he do after Baekhyun’s family finally contacted back with him to free him from the deal he had foolishly agreed to? He thought he knew. He would release Baekhyun from duty and that’d be that. It’d be back to the old company rivalry situation, but to Chanyeol, that situation was better than the one with him being involved him being married.
It was all set, but Baekhyun had to strut with his jiggly ass around the house, talking about sex and kissing him like it wasn’t a big deal. In all the uncertainty, there were some things that Chanyeol was sure about. He was sure that he wanted Baekhyun. Whether or not he wanted Baekhyun just for one night or multiple times, Chanyeol didn’t know yet. He would find out, though.
Coming out from his thoughts, Chanyeol realized that Kris was still waiting for an answer. Without filtering anything, Chanyeol decided to go with an answer that correlated to his previous plans. “No. I’m not gonna keep him around.”
Kris studied Chanyeol’s face for a moment before leaning back on one of his legs. “Then you don’t mind if I take him away when that happens?”
Chanyeol locked his jaw, knowing that Kris was baiting him. “No. I don’t.”
The two had a silent stand still before Kris nodded. “Then I guess Byun Baekhyun’s mine.”
After all the dishes were done and Baekhyun got sleepy Nugget to settle down in his kennel, he retreated back to his room. He changed into black and white polka dotted pajama bottoms and a graphic tee with a seal saying “Phoque you!” on it. Crawling onto his bed, Baekhyun reached over to his windowsill where he kept his books and pulled out the one he was midway through reading.
Baekhyun only got thirty minutes worth of reading before he was interrupted. He wasn’t very excited when he was interrupted. All he wanted to do was find out what would happen next between the characters. Instead, Baekhyun had his attention ripped off by Kris who knocked on his door and let himself in.
“Hey.”
Rolling his eyes behind his book before setting the book down, Baekhyun responded. “Hi.” Watching Kris walk over to him, Baekhyun settled his book on top of his chest. “What’s going on?”
“I’m waiting for the taxi to get here,” Kris replied as he got closer step by step. “I wanted to say good bye.”
Baekhyun grinned up at him. “Oh.” Trying to push himself up off the bed, Baekhyun used his elbows. “Well good luck with Chanyeol’s work.”
Putting a knee on Baekhyun’s bed, Kris put a hand on his chest and pushed him back on the mattress. “Yeah. Work…”
Baekhyun didn’t know what Kris was trying to accomplish, but he let him do his thing anyways. When Kris leaned down and slanted his lips over Baekhyun’s, Baekhyun let the guy get a quick taste of him, figuring that it’d get it him out of Kris’ system. Before long, Baekhyun felt Kris’ hands travel up his torso and under his shirt.
Immediately, Chanyeol flashed in his mind. The size of Kris’ hands were relatively the same as Chanyeol’s. Unable to help it, Baekhyun closed his eyes and imagined. With Kris’ hands feeling him, it wasn’t hard for Baekhyun to fantasize that it was the other doing those things to him.
Releasing Baekhyun’s lips, Kris attacked Baekhyun’s slender neck. With the combination of Kris’ hands, mouth, and Baekhyun’s little fantasy, Baekhyun let out a moan as he squirmed underneath the larger male. Kris smirked and lifted up Baekhyun’s shirt. Teasingly, he trailed his mouth to Baekhyun’s pink buds before grasping one in his mouth.
Again, Baekhyun let out a soft cry, but this time, something intervened. A loud slam from the entry way reverberated in the room and Kris already knew who it was. Wiping his mouth as if he was finished feasting, he got off the bed and smirked down at Baekhyun who was giving him a ragged look.
“If you ever wanna leave this place, my offer’s still on the table.”
Then, he turned and left the room. Following him with his eyes, Baekhyun caught sight of Chanyeol standing by the doorway. As Kris passed by him, Chanyeol didn’t even bother to glare at him, but instead, his focus was intent on Baekhyun. His face was blank, but Baekhyun knew that there were heavy underlying emotions beneath it all.
Baekhyun expected to be yelled at, but instead Chanyeol didn’t say anything and proceeded to close the door behind him.
After Chanyeol helped Kris load his things in the back of the taxi’s trunk, they went over final details. Kris assured him that he’d get the papers to the board and that he’d contact Chanyeol as soon as a meeting would be set up to discuss project budget and of the sort.
“Email me the progress.”
Fixing his coat, Kris nodded. “I’ll have my secretary do that.”
“Fine.” Opening the door, Chanyeol held it for Kris for a minute. “Be safe.”
“Thanks.”
Just as Kris was about to climb inside the vehicle, Chanyeol stopped him with his voice. “But, Wu?”
Turning to face Chanyeol, Kris raised a brow. “What?”
“I changed my mind. Baekhyun’s mine.” Then Chanyeol swung an arm, hitting Kris right on the jaw, slacking his posture. “So hands off.”
Ten minutes passed by since the incident and Baekhyun was on the verge of fully recovering from what happened. He had his shirt pulled down, and he had wiped his mouth and neck with a wash cloth in the bathroom to get rid of Kris’ touch. Back in his bed, Baekhyun continued to read, only to be yet again interrupted in the midst of it.
This time, when he put his book down, he didn’t see Kris. He saw Chanyeol. And when Baekhyun’s eyes traced down Chanyeol’s body, he spotted the tube of lube in Chanyeol’s right hand.
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