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writetomyheart2019-07-28 11:09 pm
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[team four] party of two
something for this privé!AU of mine.
(they're in LA for a fashion line launch. i like to think that Baekhyun looks like he did in that one suit look for UN village, and chanyeol with some expensive designer get-up and black hair 8) )
All the doubts and hesitations. All the earlier resolutions and promises now crumbling in his intoxicated mind. Baekhyun sighs and tells himself to get a grip.
The elevator tings for the 16th floor and the doors open to the quiet and deserted corridor. Baekhyun strides right, towards his room at the end of corridor. He almost makes it but before he manages to fiddle out his key card, the elevator behind him tings again and then a deep voice calls after him.
“Baekhyun…-ssi?”
Baekhyun stops what he’s doing, closes his eyes and quickly tries summoning whatever strength and willpower is still left in him. He turns around to face Chanyeol who walks up to him.
He kind of feels bad when he sees how apologetic and uncomfortable the taller man looks. If the other was the dog Baekhyun sometimes imagined him as, he’d have his ears down and tail between his legs. He shouldn’t have been so harsh. Maybe he’s even overreacting about all this, wouldn’t be the first time. Maybe it’s all the unwinding nerves after the successful fashion show they’ve been working towards for so long. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe maybe maybe.
Chanyeol is fiddling with his hands, trying hard to get a word out.
“Look, I—I’m sorry for earlier, I shouldn’t have… I mean, it was way over the line and inappropriate, and I—“
“Don’t worry about it,” Baekhyun cuts him off. Tries to smile. Somehow Chanyeol’s apology makes it all worse. He lets out a deep sigh.
“It’s not your fault. I mean, I was also enabling it, so… It’s cool, don’t worry about it. Go back to the party and have fun.”
“W-what about you? You’re not going back?”
“I think I’ll just go and rest for a bit.” Or more like hide in my room and wallow over my poor life choices, but sure.
“Baekhyun, are you sure—?”
Chanyeol’s taking a step closer but Baekhyun raises his hand to stop him. “Just. Go back to the party, Chanyeol. Please.”
With that, he turns to his door, swiping the access card over the reader and quickly slipping in. When closing the door, he catches a glimpse of Chanyeol still standing in his spot, unmoving. Baekhyun hastily pulls the door shut and leans his forehead against it. For a moment he just stands there in the dark, listening to his own breathing and pounding heart. He’s really just left poor Chanyeol in the corridor like that. After almost kissing him earlier. What a great boss he is, indeed.
Baekhyun huffs, tired and frustrated and confused. He can’t believe that Chanyeol actually followed him all the way up. The other is probably feeling even worse than him right then. And he shouldn’t. Not really. Baekhyun doesn’t want him to feel bad. His heart hurts even thinking about the kicked puppy expression on Chanyeol’s handsome face.
Why does he have to be handsome, so attractive? In his mind, Baekhyun sees Chanyeol returning to the party downstairs, sees him drinking and mingling with all the people, charming them with his looks and friendly aura. He sees him chatting with the other models, all the pretty girls and guys, who’d all be captivated by him. He sees himself pushing Chanyeol to some faraway corner and claiming those plump, shiny lips and kissing him senseless.
His mind all cloudy, Baekhyun hastily opens the door, ready to run back to the elevators, but as soon as he steps out, he’s face-to-face with Chanyeol again. It looks like the other hasn’t moved an inch.
They’re both startled by each other.
“Oh,” Baekhyun says.
“Um…” Chanyeol mumbles, clearly panicking internally.
Baekhyun promptly reaches out and grabs Chanyeol’s arm, pulling him in.
The door clicks and they’re inside in the dimness. The awkward silence stretches on for couple of seconds before Baekhyun finds his voice again.
“Um, I changed my mind. You don’t have to go back to the party. Unless, of course, you want to…”
“No, I—,” Chanyeol clears his throat. His suit rustles lowly as he moves. “I’m good. I don’t want to go.”
“Okay, good,” Baekhyun breathes out. “Great.”
His nerves are getting to him fast, so he grabs at Chanyeol’s suit lapels and pulls him closer, their bodies flush against each other. Chanyeol’s hands automatically lock on his hips, and he lowers his head, mouth hovering maddeningly close over Baekhyun’s, their breaths mingling.
Baekhyun slides his other hand at the back of Chanyeol’s neck, and licks his lips unconsciously. He’s still hesitating, his mind tiptoeing around responsibility and want. Though it’s getting more difficult by the second, with Chanyeol gently pushing him against the door, and his breath hot against Baekhyun’s mouth.
Yeah, fuck responsibility. For now.
So Baekhyun leans in and kisses Chanyeol the way he’s been fantasizing the whole evening; hungrily, deeply. Chanyeol’s mouth opens almost instantly against his, the tongue coming out and licking along his bottom lip before slipping into his mouth. Chanyeol kisses intensively, stealing all the air out of Baekhyun’s lungs so that by the time the other pulls back a bit, Baekhyun feels almost light-headed.
Chanyeol takes a moment to slip his jacket off his shoulders and to the floor. Baekhyun follows suit and casts away his own jacket, loosens his tie and opens a couple more buttons of his shirt. Chanyeol watches him intently and then reaches over to pull Baekhyun’s tie off completely. He brushes his fingers up on the patch of skin revealed by Baekhyun’s shirt, across his chest to the collarbones and up his neck into his hair. The touch on his neck automatically sent shivers running down Baekhyun’s spine.
He leans back in and claims another hungry kiss. He grabs at Chanyeol’s shirt and pulls it out of his pants in order to slip his hands under it, to roam up his sides and along his broad back. Chanyeol presses closer, squeezing Baekhyun between himself and the door. Chanyeol’s leg is between his, and the way it presses against his growing hard-on makes Baekhyun moan into Chanyeol’s mouth.
He then breaks the kiss and mouths his way down Chanyeol’s neck. When he gets to the crook, he bites down, hard enough to draw a low gasp out of Chanyeol. Baekhyun can’t even remember when was the last time he made a hickey on someone, possible back in university, but he finds he’s enjoying the little sounds he can draw out of Chanyeol with his biting and sucking. It turns him on even more. He wants to hear more of that.
Baekhyun’s just about to pull Chanyeol in to another kiss, when the other suddenly stops him by pressing a finger on his lips. He then kneels in front of Baekhyun, looking up at him expectantly, a small smile playing on his lips. He manages to look smug, hot and cute all at the same time and Baekhyun is so far gone it’s not even funny. He swallows thickly.
“Are you—sure?”
Chanyeol smirks. “Uh–huh.”
He reaches for Baekhyun’s belt buckle, while Baekhyun tries to mentally prepare himself. His dick is throbbing in his pants, and he’s afraid he won’t last long with these circumstances. But he supposes it’s fine. Like this, it’ll be quicker. And hopefully less messy.
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damagea, your turn! :D
(they're in LA for a fashion line launch. i like to think that Baekhyun looks like he did in that one suit look for UN village, and chanyeol with some expensive designer get-up and black hair 8) )
All the doubts and hesitations. All the earlier resolutions and promises now crumbling in his intoxicated mind. Baekhyun sighs and tells himself to get a grip.
The elevator tings for the 16th floor and the doors open to the quiet and deserted corridor. Baekhyun strides right, towards his room at the end of corridor. He almost makes it but before he manages to fiddle out his key card, the elevator behind him tings again and then a deep voice calls after him.
“Baekhyun…-ssi?”
Baekhyun stops what he’s doing, closes his eyes and quickly tries summoning whatever strength and willpower is still left in him. He turns around to face Chanyeol who walks up to him.
He kind of feels bad when he sees how apologetic and uncomfortable the taller man looks. If the other was the dog Baekhyun sometimes imagined him as, he’d have his ears down and tail between his legs. He shouldn’t have been so harsh. Maybe he’s even overreacting about all this, wouldn’t be the first time. Maybe it’s all the unwinding nerves after the successful fashion show they’ve been working towards for so long. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe maybe maybe.
Chanyeol is fiddling with his hands, trying hard to get a word out.
“Look, I—I’m sorry for earlier, I shouldn’t have… I mean, it was way over the line and inappropriate, and I—“
“Don’t worry about it,” Baekhyun cuts him off. Tries to smile. Somehow Chanyeol’s apology makes it all worse. He lets out a deep sigh.
“It’s not your fault. I mean, I was also enabling it, so… It’s cool, don’t worry about it. Go back to the party and have fun.”
“W-what about you? You’re not going back?”
“I think I’ll just go and rest for a bit.” Or more like hide in my room and wallow over my poor life choices, but sure.
“Baekhyun, are you sure—?”
Chanyeol’s taking a step closer but Baekhyun raises his hand to stop him. “Just. Go back to the party, Chanyeol. Please.”
With that, he turns to his door, swiping the access card over the reader and quickly slipping in. When closing the door, he catches a glimpse of Chanyeol still standing in his spot, unmoving. Baekhyun hastily pulls the door shut and leans his forehead against it. For a moment he just stands there in the dark, listening to his own breathing and pounding heart. He’s really just left poor Chanyeol in the corridor like that. After almost kissing him earlier. What a great boss he is, indeed.
Baekhyun huffs, tired and frustrated and confused. He can’t believe that Chanyeol actually followed him all the way up. The other is probably feeling even worse than him right then. And he shouldn’t. Not really. Baekhyun doesn’t want him to feel bad. His heart hurts even thinking about the kicked puppy expression on Chanyeol’s handsome face.
Why does he have to be handsome, so attractive? In his mind, Baekhyun sees Chanyeol returning to the party downstairs, sees him drinking and mingling with all the people, charming them with his looks and friendly aura. He sees him chatting with the other models, all the pretty girls and guys, who’d all be captivated by him. He sees himself pushing Chanyeol to some faraway corner and claiming those plump, shiny lips and kissing him senseless.
His mind all cloudy, Baekhyun hastily opens the door, ready to run back to the elevators, but as soon as he steps out, he’s face-to-face with Chanyeol again. It looks like the other hasn’t moved an inch.
They’re both startled by each other.
“Oh,” Baekhyun says.
“Um…” Chanyeol mumbles, clearly panicking internally.
Baekhyun promptly reaches out and grabs Chanyeol’s arm, pulling him in.
The door clicks and they’re inside in the dimness. The awkward silence stretches on for couple of seconds before Baekhyun finds his voice again.
“Um, I changed my mind. You don’t have to go back to the party. Unless, of course, you want to…”
“No, I—,” Chanyeol clears his throat. His suit rustles lowly as he moves. “I’m good. I don’t want to go.”
“Okay, good,” Baekhyun breathes out. “Great.”
His nerves are getting to him fast, so he grabs at Chanyeol’s suit lapels and pulls him closer, their bodies flush against each other. Chanyeol’s hands automatically lock on his hips, and he lowers his head, mouth hovering maddeningly close over Baekhyun’s, their breaths mingling.
Baekhyun slides his other hand at the back of Chanyeol’s neck, and licks his lips unconsciously. He’s still hesitating, his mind tiptoeing around responsibility and want. Though it’s getting more difficult by the second, with Chanyeol gently pushing him against the door, and his breath hot against Baekhyun’s mouth.
Yeah, fuck responsibility. For now.
So Baekhyun leans in and kisses Chanyeol the way he’s been fantasizing the whole evening; hungrily, deeply. Chanyeol’s mouth opens almost instantly against his, the tongue coming out and licking along his bottom lip before slipping into his mouth. Chanyeol kisses intensively, stealing all the air out of Baekhyun’s lungs so that by the time the other pulls back a bit, Baekhyun feels almost light-headed.
Chanyeol takes a moment to slip his jacket off his shoulders and to the floor. Baekhyun follows suit and casts away his own jacket, loosens his tie and opens a couple more buttons of his shirt. Chanyeol watches him intently and then reaches over to pull Baekhyun’s tie off completely. He brushes his fingers up on the patch of skin revealed by Baekhyun’s shirt, across his chest to the collarbones and up his neck into his hair. The touch on his neck automatically sent shivers running down Baekhyun’s spine.
He leans back in and claims another hungry kiss. He grabs at Chanyeol’s shirt and pulls it out of his pants in order to slip his hands under it, to roam up his sides and along his broad back. Chanyeol presses closer, squeezing Baekhyun between himself and the door. Chanyeol’s leg is between his, and the way it presses against his growing hard-on makes Baekhyun moan into Chanyeol’s mouth.
He then breaks the kiss and mouths his way down Chanyeol’s neck. When he gets to the crook, he bites down, hard enough to draw a low gasp out of Chanyeol. Baekhyun can’t even remember when was the last time he made a hickey on someone, possible back in university, but he finds he’s enjoying the little sounds he can draw out of Chanyeol with his biting and sucking. It turns him on even more. He wants to hear more of that.
Baekhyun’s just about to pull Chanyeol in to another kiss, when the other suddenly stops him by pressing a finger on his lips. He then kneels in front of Baekhyun, looking up at him expectantly, a small smile playing on his lips. He manages to look smug, hot and cute all at the same time and Baekhyun is so far gone it’s not even funny. He swallows thickly.
“Are you—sure?”
Chanyeol smirks. “Uh–huh.”
He reaches for Baekhyun’s belt buckle, while Baekhyun tries to mentally prepare himself. His dick is throbbing in his pants, and he’s afraid he won’t last long with these circumstances. But he supposes it’s fine. Like this, it’ll be quicker. And hopefully less messy.
damagea, your turn! :D
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there really was UST between them! i was a bit confused or more like curious what had happened between them at the party but i predicted that they had almost kissed (but in the end didn't) and then it ended awkward, or am i right...? i thought it was ADORABLE that pcy followed bbh up there! aaaand i also thought that maybe he might have a crush on his boss? 8) so that it's not only about sex!
MAAAN i'm so curious about this whole story! have you already decided what's going to happen in the end?? i also seriously want to know what made pcy to agree on bbh's suggestion to become his model!! XD so many questions! but that only means that you should continue AND FINISH this because this is just so so so gooooooood! *____* more!