A happening that was quite rare during the hectic comeback preparations: that Baekhyun had a whole evening to himself, free to do whatever he pleased. Somehow, that had actually happened, and naturally Baekhyun chose to spend the extra time off the best possible way: nesting in his room and playing games. Or so he had planned.
He had just finished his first round of Battleground (he’d lost) and was ready for a rematch, when there was a knock on the door.
“What? I’m busy, go away!” he hoped it was one of the members and not their manager hyung. A millisecond before he heard the door open, he realized he’d forgotten to lock it. A mistake.
“You’re gaming, not busy,” he heard Chanyeol say mockingly and turned around to give the other a sharp glance. Chanyeol was unbothered though, grinning mischievously and closing the door after him. He walked behind Baekhyun’s chair and peered over at the screen.
“Are you even winning?”
“Go away,” Baekhyun whined again, but quite half-heartedly. It wasn’t often that Chanyeol barged into his room like that, so he couldn’t help being a bit intrigued.
As expected, Chanyeol ignored him completely and leaned against the backrest of his chair.
“Are you gonna stay like this for the whole evening?”
“Hell yes! So get out.” Baekhyun clicked the play button and the game started the minute long countdown before the actual battle. Chanyeol shook the backrest a bit in protest.
“No~ Keep me company, I’m bored.”
“Then come and play with me?”
“I don’t feel like playing...” Chanyeol was starting to sound whiny too and Baekhyun chuckled.
“Well, too bad! I do. So either play with me or get out.” He pressed a couple of keyboard buttons and his character on the screen started waving. He knew from experience that Chanyeol wouldn’t give up so easily but he wanted to see how far the other was ready to go to get what he wanted. Whatever that was.
“Okay, what if I convince you?” Chanyeol was leaning closer over the backrest now and Baekhyun could hear the challenge in his voice and somehow that made faint chills run down his spine.
“You have 35 seconds,” he said jokingly, eyeing the countdown on the screen.
Whatever Baekhyun may have expected, Chanyeol sliding his hands down on his shoulders and starting to gently massage the muscles wasn’t on the list. He jumped a little at the unexpected contact, but soon enough relaxed under the firm touch. His shoulders weren’t too tight at the moment, but it still felt amazing. Chanyeol had always been good at that.
“Okay, go on,” he said slowly. The countdown on the screen ended and the game started. Baekhyun pressed pause. He wouldn’t be winning anything today. Not in the game anyway.
Chanyeol added a bit more strength, sliding his thumbs along Baekhyun’s shoulder blades, and Baekhyun let himself relax completely, closing his eyes.
“Is this a return service of yesterday?” he asked eventually.
“Hm, should give you impromptu shoulder massages more often, then, it seems,” Baekhyun mused, smiling a bit.
“I wouldn’t oppose.”
Chanyeol slid his fingers up, massaging along the back of his neck and to the base of his skull. The touch made goose bumps break out on Baekhyun’s skin and sent a new set of shivers down his back. It felt so good, and he started slowly craving more. When Chanyeol went back to working on his shoulder muscles, Baekhyun grabbed his other hand, guiding it over his shoulder and slowly across his chest and down his abdomen.
“Well aren’t we impatient?” Chanyeol snorted softly. He kept his hand where it was though, slightly stroking Baekhyun through his t-shirt.
“Yes, we are,” Baekhyun said and finally spun the chair around to face Chanyeol. The other was wearing the black fitted shirt again, almost like teasing Baekhyun. He wanted to put his hands all over Chanyeol. And wanted Chanyeol’s hands back on him.
“Bed. Now,” Baekhyun said curtly, and Chanyeol luckily complied immediately. They fell on the bed, lips crashing against each other, limbs tangling, hands instantly wandering under the shirts. Baekhyun grinded down, his shirt riding up along Chanyeol’s hands that were dancing on his back while he swallowed Chanyeol’s moans. He kissed him deeper, pressing closer and slipping a hand into Chanyeol’s pants to cup his ass.
It was all hot and perfect and Baekhyun almost lost himself into the moment – until suddenly a passing thought invaded his mind.
“The door... Did you lock it?”
“What?” Chanyeol was busy kissing down Baekhyun’s neck.
“Did you lock the door?”
“For fuck’s sake.”
“Barely anyone’s at home right now! Just you and your games.”
Baekhyun pinched Chanyeol’s side and watched contently how he squirmed. “And you and your massage<.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No,” Baekhyun admitted and smirked. “Now please do continue.”
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