Change of Tactics
Sehun lied on his bed staring at his phone. For ten minutes, that’s all he did. When Rome suddenly stirred in his sleep, that was the only moment Sehun took his eyes off the glaring LCD phone screen. After that, his eyes went back to it.
Sehun sent that one-worded text. Words weren’t his thing.
Creasing his brows, Sehun frowned. He wasn’t expecting a text back. It was one in the morning and if Luhan should be doing anything, he should be sleeping, according to Sehun.
Go to bed.
Sehun clicked to send. He stared at his stupid message for a minute. He was frowning, but was frowning at himself for not knowing what else to say.
Don’t talk to me like that, brat. Take your own advice.
You didn’t reply to any of my messages today, you ass.
Sehun frowned at the word. I’m not, he thought as he wrote his one-worded reply.
Whatever. Go to sleep.
Sehun sighed as he typed the final text.
Tell me you love me first.
He waited…and he waited. He waited for three minutes before pursing his lips and sending his final final text.
Like I said—Evasive.
Chanyeol slipped his tongue in Baekhyun’s mouth while using his naked body to push Baekhyun against the wall, making sure to brush his erection against Baekhyun’s own. He could feel the vibration from Baekhyun’s groan, making Chanyeol do more than just brushing.
Baekhyun’s wet hands reached downwards to Chanyeol cock, but Chanyeol wouldn’t let him, pushing his hands away. “Stop that. We’re doing things my way,” Chanyeol hoarsely growled.
Baekhyun nodded and let his hands fall on his own body. Chanyeol’s hair was getting soaked and soon his perfectly messy hair began to stick to his face in ways that Baekhyun couldn’t imagine out to be any sexier. Baekhyun let Chanyeol do what he wanted to his mouth, deepening the kiss under the falling water.
One of Chanyeol’s hands went down to Baekhyun’s erection, tugging and jerking it in ways that Baekhyun secretly liked. Baekhyun almost jumped a mile when he felt Chanyeol’s other hand sneak its way from behind and finger his entrance. Baekhyun gasped, making him break from the kiss. Baekhyun’s mouth wasn’t liberated for long. Chanyeol quickly reclaimed it.
He made sure it stayed that way when he thrusted the finger into Baekhyun. Baekhyun moaned hotly against Chanyeol’s lips. Since Chanyeol wouldn’t release him, Baekhyun placed both of his hands on Chanyeol’s slick chest, only to regret feeling his perfect body under his hands.
Their positions were never made out to be permanent. Chanyeol pulled his lips away and retracted his finger before turning Baekhyun around. “Put your hands on the wall if you don’t want to slip,” he grumbled. “But then again, if you slipped, it’s not like I’d give a fuck. We’d just call Sehun over and he’ll take care of you the way you took care of him, right?”
Baekhyun’s breathing paused for a single moment. So he’s still mad…Baekhyun pursed his lips. “Chanyeol, it wasn’t like tha—ah…” Baekhyun shut his eyes as Chanyeol slipped two in, moving them in, out, and often times, spreading them from each other, stretching Baekhyun’s hole.
“Be quiet Baek…” Chanyeol whispered harshly, ramming his fingers inside the tight space. “It wasn’t like this; it wasn’t like that. It doesn’t matter. You still kissed him. You still did that,” he said in a strained voice.
Baekhyun tried to maintain his voice as Chanyeol roughly jammed his long fingers inside of him. “Chanyeol, listen to m—”
“I’m tired of you sending me mixed feelings, Baek,” Chanyeol replied loudly. His voice reverberated from the walls. He sped things up, making Baekhyun’s fingers curl against the wall. “You let me kiss you. You let me love you. Hell, you even told me that you were mine. You’ve been giving me shit that made me really fucking hopeful that you were over him.”
Chanyeol scowled and pulled his fingers out of him. Inside, Chanyeol had a strong feeling that Baekhyun really was over that brat, but then again, first-loves are always something to be cautious about. He gave a mildly harsh slap on Baekhyun’s bare ass. “Spread.”
“I told you to spread, Baek.”
When Baekhyun didn’t and only turned around to look at Chanyeol with those eyes of his—pissing Chanyeol off since those eyes were his weak spot—Chanyeol forcibly nudged and wedged Baekhyun’s legs apart, then groped his cheeks before spreading those too and placing himself dead center of Baekhyun’s entry.
“You know I’m addicted to you, right?” Chanyeol asked. Baekhyun’s ears caught the hint of pain in his voice, but when he tried to turn his head around to Chanyeol, Chanyeol turned his head back, not allowing him to look. “You know that I’m practically in love with everything that you are.”
Baekhyun felt his eyes widen, but he couldn’t figure out why. He didn’t know whether or not it was from Chanyeol’s rough entering or if it was from the words that came out of his mouth. Love? Baekhyun knew that the giant liked him—a lot for that matter. Love was something that had been on Baekhyun’s mind for a while in terms of how Chanyeol felt about him, but Baekhyun had never really thought that the giant actually was under that category. Love... “I’m sorry, I didn’t kn—”
Chanyeol gritted his teeth from Baekhyun’s constricting, tight hole. “Well, now you do.” He began slow, savoring the feel of Baekhyun around his member and under his hands. When Baekhyun mindlessly rolled his hips, Chanyeol let out a breath of air and began to drill himself deeper and farther into Baekhyun, hitting the target again and again, making Baekhyun cry out from under him.
As he pounded his cock in Baekhyun, Chanyeol’s thoughts only focused in on taking as much of Baekhyun as he could. One last night, one last night…Chanyeol kept repeating as he thrusted. He’d have one more night with this vixen and that’d be enough to keep sane for a few weeks. He was done chasing after his vixen and Chanyeol decided it was about time that Baekhyun learned to stand and come to him on his own. But, tonight, Chanyeol would take what he needed to survive a dry season.
Chanyeol’s hand reached around to Baekhyun’s front and began jerking his rigid member. Baekhyun bit his lips to prevent a groan from escaping. One of Baekhyun’s hands accidentally slipped from the water coming down on them, but he caught himself in time. He in-avertedly bent down and dipped his back even more. The sight enticed Chanyeol as he placed a hand around Baekhyun’s waist, shoving himself in and out, slowing down with every stroke to force Baekhyun to feel him more intimately. His other hand kept the jerking motion constant, pumping, stroking, and fingering the slit that Chanyeol loved so much.
Make him miss this, Chanyeol told himself. He caught a glimpse of Baekhyun’s face when he threw his head back. Chanyeol found reassurance. He will… Chanyeol’s eyes drifted down where Baekhyun and him were connect, cursed, then looked away. Baekhyun wasn’t going to be the only one missing it.
Baekhyun lost control and spilled his juices on Chanyeol’s hand, the wall in front of him and on the running, wet floor. He panted. Since he was done, he figured Chanyeol would want to catch up and ejaculate, too. Chanyeol took advantage of his liberated hand and took a firm hold on Baekhyun, taking him selfishly. When he could feel himself just on the brink, he pulled out, cumming on Baekhyun’s ass and watching it as it trailed down his thighs.
After taking a few moments to catch his breath, Baekhyun reached over and turned the water off, suddenly making the bathroom painfully quiet, except for their harsh breathing. Baekhyun looked back at Chanyeol, who was still squeezing the last few drops of his semen out of him.
Baekhyun’s eyes drifted to the dripping liquid. Then he suddenly burst out asking, “Why didn’t you cum inside of me?”
Chanyeol was still heaving when he gave Baekhyun a confused, scowling look. “What!?”
The tone of his voice made Baekhyun’s own stand crumble. “Wh—Why? Why did you p-pull out…”
Chanyeol stared before cocking his head, keeping the same look as before. “I wasn’t aware you wanted me to spill inside of you, Byun.”
Baekhyun blinked. Did Chanyeol just call him by his last name? Since when did he do that!? “I…I was just expecting you to—”
“Ah, I see.” Chanyeol nodded. He flipped his wet hair off to the side and moved the remaining few that wouldn’t budge. “I didn’t feel like it,” Chanyeol lied. In all reality, he didn’t do it because he didn’t want Baekhyun to go through the early-morning trouble of cleaning out himself, but fuck it. Like he was going to tell the stupid vixen that.
Chanyeol spared Baekhyun a gaze before stepping out of the shower and grabbing one of the towels off the racks. He quickly dried his hair, quick-dried himself, and when he was dry enough, threw the towel over his shoulder, making his way out the bathroom. Chanyeol knew he was leaving Baekhyun feeling used, but he honestly believe that Baekhyun needed to be jabbed a few times. Chasing Baekhyun wasn’t making him fall in love with Chanyeol very effectively—as far as Chanyeol knew.
When Baekhyun got over the shock and managed to shuffle his way out of the bathroom, Chanyeol had already slipped into clothes that didn’t seem like clothes that he’d sleep in. “Why’re you dressed like that?”
Chanyeol didn’t look at Baekhyun when he replied. He just kept drying his hair with the towel even more. “I’m not staying here.”
“I said,” Chanyeol said more slowly, “I’m not staying here. Not for tonight at least.” He fixed his shirt and grabbed a plastic bag from the floor. Baekhyun glanced at the small bag of plastic and saw clothes in there. “Not sure about tomorrow night either. I don’t know,” he said, shrugging nonchalantly. He walked past a dumb-founded Baekhyun.
“Wait, you’re leaving!?”
Chanyeol gave himself a lot of credit for not backing out and changing his mind about what he was planning to put Baekhyun through. He wasn’t as angry as he was before, but that anger had turned into annoyance; annoyance at Baekhyun for constantly pushing and pulling him here and there.
Then, it was Baekhyun’s turn to be momentarily angry. “Then why the hell did you come back!?”
Chanyeol stopped just in front of the door. Why did he come back? He obviously didn’t expect Baekhyun to be awake. Why did he? He couldn’t have made a dramatic exit with a sleeping Baekhyun. Chanyeol grimaced, but it was beyond Baekhyun’s view. He figured that he came back to make sure Baekhyun was there, safe and sound. Chanyeol scowled at himself. I care too damn much. Even when I’m angry at him.
“Well!?” he heard his vixen cry from behind him.
Chanyeol sighed as he reached for the knob. “Go back to sleep, Byun.” Then he stepped out, shutting the door behind him.
When Baekhyun saw that door close, he didn’t know what to feel. He felt numb. He felt confused. He slid his body down the wall until he sat on the floor, subconsciously staring down. What the hell just happened…He just came back and left…
Baekhyun sat there for a minute until he felt his eyes sting. He felt something roll down his cheek and touched his face. Salty water…tears. “Argh!” Baekhyun angrily wiped the water droplets away. “Idiot… you’re an idiot, Chanyeol. I hate you. I hate you. I h-hate you…”
He stayed on the floor wiping away until he had enough. Baekhyun threw the towel on the floor and slipped on fresh clothes before crawling in his bed, not the one they shared just the night before. “Idiot” kept coming up in Baekhyun’s head. He cursed Chanyeol. For someone with large—cute—ears, he sure wouldn’t use them to listen to Baekhyun’s revelation about what happened.
Despite having cursed the shit out of everything Chanyeol, Baekhyun still missed the stupid giant’s presence. He didn’t like the emptiness of the room. He hated the lingering feeling of the giant’s hands on him. He didn’t like the bed, either. It felt strangely weird. Baekhyun reached over to the side and turned the lights off. Then, he grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and hugged it, naming it “Idiot” before falling asleep.
Chanyeol knocked on the door once. Then he knocked on the door twice. Then he knocked the door profusely like a mad man until an angry Kai opened up, squinting his eyes against the light.
“What the fuck, Yeol!?”
“Let me stay here tonight,” Chanyeol said out-rightly.
Kai seemed to have missed the request. “Do you have any fucking idea what time it is, right now!? Go back to your room!”
“I can’t! I won’t!” Chanyeol retorted. “Let me stay here. Please.”
Kai growled and scratched his head before swinging the door open. “You’re sleeping on the god damn floor!”
“Fine.” Chanyeol closed the door behind him. “Thanks.”
“Shut up. You’re not welcome,” Kai said. “Keep your voice down. Kyungsoo’s fucking sle—”
“Yah…what’s going on?” Kyungsoo asked as he stirred and slowly sat up.
Chanyeol noticed how the side next to Kyungsoo had its covers thrown over as if someone got out of there. What the freaking hell are you doing sleeping with him, Kai, you sly bitch…Chanyeol thought as he turned to give Kai a look.
Kai knew what Chanyeol was thinking. “Shut up. It’s not like that.”
“What’s not like what?” Kyungsoo asked, sleepily. “Chanyeol…what’re you doing here?”
“Uh, I’m crashing here for the night.”
This caught Kyungsoo’s attention. “What? What about Baek?”
“He’s back in the room.”
Kyungsoo frowned, but to Kai, it looked like he was pouting. “Why’d you leave him alone?”
“He needed to be alone,” Chanyeol said, shrugging. He set his small bag down.
“Did you two fight?” Kyungsoo asked. Chanyeol felt like he was playing Fifty Questions.
“What do you mean ‘not really’!?” Kyungsoo was suddenly awake. “Yah! You wake Kai and I up cause you got into a freaking fight with Baek!? Who has fights at this time in the morning!?”
Chanyeol was taken aback. He didn’t know that Kyungsoo was this…loud. “I was mad at him cause he’s so freaking…ugh. He just pulls me everywhere and I got sick and tired of it—”
“I thought you liked chasing after him,” Kai said. “Remember?”
“Yeah, I thought I did, too until I saw Sehun and him lip-locked!” Chanyeol exclaimed. All the suppressed thoughts came out. “Then I realized, ‘Wow! He pulls me around the fucking universe, tells me he’s mine, but then goes and does this with other people!’”
“Yah, Chanyeol…Baekhyun likes you,” Kyungsoo said. “He does. He’s just bad with feelings.” Kyungsoo shrugged.
“I know he does,” Chanyeol nodded. “And…And I know that the kiss meant nothing. Maybe he just needed to prove something. I don’t know. But knowing that Baek needed to kiss other people to realize how he felt about me, it makes me angry! It sucks! He should know how he feels about me without having to go around and parading that stupid body to everyone!”
Kai and Kyungsoo looked at each other. “I guess that’s true…” Kyungsoo mumbled. Kai made his way back to bed, crawling in beside Kyungsoo. “So what’re you doing now?”
Chanyeol looked down. “I’m gonna wait for him to come to me on his own terms…”
“So really, you want him to start chasing after you.”
Chanyeol smirked at the words. “Yep.”