this is a straight continuation to my earlier shiritori and i still didn't manage to properly finish it, hence the abrupt ending lol
Softly, Baekhyun closes the door of Chanyeol’s room and hurries back to his own. He jacks off in the shower before sleeping.
Baekhyun wakes up all groggy and zombie-walks down to breakfast with their manager and Sehun and Kai. Other members are all there already, eating in silence and looking equally sleepy. Baekhyun needs some caffeine in his system to wake him up so he heads straight towards the buffet to get some coffee. On his way to the table he passes behind Chanyeol, who sits crouched looking at his phone, his hood pulled up. While stepping by, Baekhyun quickly tugs at the hood, making it fall off. The low grunt that follows makes him smile to his drink. Baekhyun rounds the table and sits beside Jongdae and across Chanyeol. He sips his coffee (a bit too bitter) and takes great pleasure in knowing that Chanyeol tries to kick him under the table but cannot reach. Baekhyun is an adult and blows a raspberry at the other and feels a lot more awake already.
It’s the second day of the concert and everyone seems more relaxed in the rehearsals and backstage. Baekhyun, too, is in good mood, which means he’s being even noisier and cheekier than usually and almost only one who can deal with his full antics that day is Chanyeol. Their banter continues all the way until the concert and even during it, both of them finding every possible chance to mutual teasing and joking. Baekhyun’s eyes are over and over again drawn to Chanyeol across the stage, past the other members and their dancers, and a couple of times he looks over, Chanyeol is already watching him, and his stomach flips pleasantly when they exchange quick smiles mid-choreo.
It all riles Baekhyun up more than he even realizes. When the concert wraps up and they return backstage, Chanyeol steps past him, quickly squeezing his shoulder and brushing a palm down his arm, flashing him a toothy grin. Chanyeol is sweaty, in his black t-shirt and hair ruffled, his usual post-concert mess, and Baekhyun’s stomach churns with want. He’s tried so hard all day to keep the images of last night away, but now it’s all flooding back, making his neck heat up and the gnawing restlessness set in.
Despite his inner turmoil, Baekhyun sticks to Chanyeol’s side when they leave the venue and head for dinner. He tries to send subtle messages to the other with meaningful glances and light touches but he isn’t sure if they’re going through or not. A couple times Chanyeol looks at him with raised eyebrows and wth-are-you-up-to expression. Baekhyun rolls his eyes and, once they arrive at the restaurant, sends him an actual message.
It takes Chanyeol a moment to answer but when the single thumbs up emoji arrives, Baekhyun bites back a smile as their group settles down in the tables for some hotpot. Baekhyun catches Chaneyol’s eyes for a second when they sit down; the other looks all collected but his reddened ears give him away. Good, since Baekhyun isn’t going to be the only tormented one here. He takes a seat across Chanyeol and notices that the table is on the small side; he slips off one shoe and experimentally stretches out his leg and brushes it against Chanyeol’s calf. The little footsie is worth it, if only for Chanyeol’s expressions. When he realizes Baekhyun isn’t going to stop anytime soon he stretches out his own legs, crossed at the ankles and lets Baekhyun keep his leg in between them.
The dinner feels endless but eventually they’re all done with the food, pay and start heading back to the hotel. Baekhyun feels worn-out and in overdrive at the same time, the same way as the night before. Once they arrive, he hurries to his room despite the urge to just follow Chanyeol straight to his. Baekhyun closes the door, throws his things at the bed and paces around, exhaling deeply. It’s been a while since he’s been this frustrated and he doesn’t know what to make of it.
Baekhyun wonders how long does he have to wait until he can go and jump at Chanyeol. The other should know that his patience is running low. He’s just about to message Chanyeol when there’s a light knock at the door and Baekhyun stumbles to it in a second.
There stands Chanyeol, in his hoodie and ruffled hair, looking a bit fidgety.
“Hi,” he says awkwardly when Baekhyun opens the door. “I was thinking that coming here would be a better idea...”
“Great thinking,” Baekhyun nods and pulls Chanyeol in.
“I hope you know that today’s been torture,” he says, slowly walking backward and pulling Chanyeol further in.
Chanyeol laughs. “What do you think fans would say if they heard how you call our concerts?”
Baekhyun jabs him in the rib but can’t help a smile. “You know what I mean, fucker.”
“I sure do.” Chanyeol takes half a step closer and toys with the zipper of Baekhyun’s hoodie. “So...?”
“So,” Baekhyun stands on his tiptoes and kisses Chanyeol long and good because god knows that’s what he’s wanted all day.
“Shower with me?” he asks when finally pulling away. “I know you haven’t showered yet.”
Baekhyun supposes he doesn’t need to do much coaxing but strips off his hoodie and t-shirt anyway and then eagerly reaches for Chanyeol’s hoodie, making the other snicker.
“I suppose you won’t take no as an answer?” Chanyeol asks, raising his arms as Baekhyun pulls the hoodie over his head and tosses it aside. His hair is even bigger mess now, and Baekhyun gently runs his fingers through the dark locks a couple of times.
“Correct,” he smiles and kisses Chanyeol again. “So clothes off and in the shower! We only have so many hours before your bedtime.”
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