It’s two hours into the flight when Baekhyun finally stops trying to fall asleep. He’s been turning and wiggling, trying to find a comfortable position, but despite the fatigue he feels in his body after the concert, he’s still so restless and unable to shut down his mind and wandering thoughts for some reason. Annoying.
Baekhyun sighs and sits up a bit straighter and suddenly there’s a way too bright screen on his diagonal left across the aisle piercing the dimness of the cabin along with Baekhyun’s tired mind. He squints and sees some kind of animation playing and the viewer (and the partial reason for Baekhyun’s restlessness) fiddling with his phone, clearly not paying attention to the movie in front of him. Typical. A quick glance around suggests that they are the only ones awake right then, the other members and their managers snoring soundly around them.
Baekhyun digs up his phone and sends a couple of messages, seeing that the other already has his phone in his hands.
ur screen is too bright
what r u even watching
He sees Chanyeol quickly glancing his way and then frantically tapping the screen to make it dimmer.
omg sry i didn’t know you were awake!!
is it better now?
it’s a disney movie wreck-it-ralph!
it’s good, you should watch it if you’re not sleepy kkk
Baekhyun rolls his eyes.
i was thinking of something else…
why don’t u follow me to find out!
It’s partly a joke. Baekhyun doesn’t think he actually will. And yet, when he’s tiptoed to the lavatory and closed the door, the constant hum of the plane almost as loud in his ears as his own heartbeat, there’s a soft knock on the door.
“Oh god, you really did follow,” Baekhyun hisses as he peeks out and sees Chanyeol looming behind the door. The other snorts and raises his brows.
“This has got to be one the craziest ideas of yours.”
“Shush! I know,” Baekhyun whispers and hastily pulls Chanyeol inside, afraid that some cabin crew member might be watching somewhere.
Baekhyun’s very aware that plane lavatories are small but it’s amazing how cramped it feels with two people. He’s stuck between the door and Chanyeol, who’s chewing his bottom lip, an amused glint in his eyes. He’s in his track suit jacket and shorts, hair all fluffy and disheveled, looking big and sturdy because the fucker’s been hitting the gym again. Baekhyun just wants to run his hands along the chest and hidden six-pack-in-the-making. Chanyeol must notice his ogling but says nothing of it. Knowing him, he probably just enjoys it.
“This is a bad idea,” Chanyeol says again, but the small smile of his says otherwise.
“It is,” Baekhyun agrees while leaning a bit closer. In the space so cramped it makes quite a difference.
“Can you keep quiet enough?” Chanyeol lowers his head, lips ghosting over Baekhyun’s cheek.
“I’ll try.” He pushes Chanyeol gently, enough for the other to take half a step back and sit down on the closed toilet seat. Baekhyun sits in his lap, pressing as close as possible, and finally claims Chanyeol’s lips with hungry kisses. He slides a hand along Chanyeol’s cheek and into his hair, grabbing a handful of it as Chanyeol licks his way into his mouth and deepens the kiss.
Chanyeol’s hands fall on his thighs, stroking and squeezing, and Baekhyun can feel the hems of his shorts riding up as Chanyeol’s hands travel higher. He spreads his legs more and grinds down, and it’s Chanyeol who moans lowly into his mouth, making Baekhyun snort through his nose.
“Quiet, didn’t you say?” he mumbles against Chanyeol’s lips. “Also, take this off.”
He tugs at the zipper of Chanyeol’s jacket and helps the other to peel it off. There’s a t-shirt underneath, and Baekhyun wastes no time in slipping his hand under the fabric, letting his palms travel over the muscles. Chanyeol also has his hands under Baekhyun’s clothes; his other hand still resting teasingly high on his thigh and the other roaming along Baekhyun’s back and sliding down to cup his ass.
It’s so hot and cramped (Baekhyun tries to avoid knocking his elbow against the sink), too much and not enough at the same time. Baekhyun bites his lip as Chanyeol mouths along his jaw and down his neck. He wants, needs that mouth on his dick.
“Could you…” Baekhyun mutters as Chanyeol kisses his way back up to his lips. “I want you to suck me off?”
“I guessed as much,” Chanyeol hums and then he’s already pushing Baekhyun off his lap to crouch on the floor in the tiny space between the door and the toilet seat. Baekhyun feels bad for the other for a couple of seconds, but once he’s sat down and Chanyeol’s pulling his shorts and underwear down and wrapping a tight hand around his half-hard dick, all Baekhyun can do is try to concentrate keeping quiet.
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