Baekhyun began to breathe harder and his fingers curled on the surface even more. No matter the words that just came out of Chanyeol’s mouth, Baekhyun tried to keep calm. A shine caught his eye in the mirror. He glanced and saw the metallic pin he had on his uniform signifying his job as an attendant. With that, Baekhyun was able to keep his professionalism in hand.
“Sir. Go back to your seat,” Baekhyun forcibly said as he straightened himself.
Chanyeol glowered. Moving his hand behind his back, he took the door and slammed it shut, locking the barrier. “Not until I’m done with you.” Chanyeol’s voice suggested strongly that there was no room for any argument on Baekhyun’s part.
On the other hand, Baekhyun didn’t give much care. Whether Chanyeol saw him as Baekhyun and not as an attendant on the aircraft, it didn’t matter. Right then and there, Baekhyun knew that their relationship was strictly on a business level. “Unlock the door, please. Whatever you need assistance on, I’ll have someone take care of it for you—”
The area was tight so it didn’t take much moving for Chanyeol to press up against Baekhyun, who couldn’t move back any further. “Three years is an awfully long time, Baek,” he growled. “Don’t you think?”
Baekhyun maintained eye contact though Chanyeol’s eyes burned right through his. “Sir. Just open the door and—”
“Drop the fucking act.”
“It’s my job to assist passengers, but you aren’t letting me do that, sir.” Baekhyun said, adding a brash and hard edge to his tone.
Chanyeol didn’t care. His eyes dragged to Baekhyun’s chest. Then, before Baekhyun could react, Chanyeol’s hand shot down, grabbed the pin proudly presented on Baekhyun’s uniform, and threw it on the ground behind him.
At the fall of the pin, Baekhyun’s professionalism disappeared. He scowled and pushed against Chanyeol, though it was no use. He only got about six inches between them. “Chanyeol, go back to your seat until this flight’s over. Please.”
Chanyeol glared at him. “So you didn’t forget who I am after three years of complete nothing.”
“Did you expect me to?”
“You know, after three years, I really thought that you did forget me.”
You’re not hard to forget, Baekhyun thought, hating the fact that Chanyeol had excavated a large part of him.
Reclaiming the space between them, Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun by the front of his shirt. “How did those three years pass by for you? Hm?” he asked angrily. Searching his eyes, Baekhyun saw how the anger clouded every other emotion there was except for the pain. Chanyeol couldn’t hide it. “Should I ask you how you’ve been? Or should I fucking beat the hell out of you for everything?”
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun said, managing to say something. His hands went up to hold Chanyeol’s hands by the wrists. “Let me go. I—”
“Let you go?” Chanyeol asked in a strained voice. Then he shook Baekhyun by his shirt. “When all you’re gonna do is run away again? What? Do I have to wait another three fucking years before I bump into you again!?”
Baekhyun gulped. He was beginning to feel like he was back in his teenage years. “I understand where you’re coming from, but—”
“No—” Chanyeol tightened his grip. “No, you fucking don’t, you asshole!”
Breathing became a chore. Baekhyun had to remind himself to breath with Chanyeol at such a close proximity that their bodies were pressed. Chanyeol’s face was so close to his that Baekhyun was beginning to have trouble keeping eye contact. “Alright! Maybe I don’t, but—”
Chanyeol let out a painful, bitter laugh. “Maybe? Maybe!? Byun Baekhyun, you have no fucking idea what I fucking went through when you fucked out.” Chanyeol’s voice began to falter. Even his grip on Baekhyun’s shirt began to shake. “Did you think that I’d handle shit fine?”
“Shut up and let me finish, damn you!” Chanyeol cried. “Three years of no calls, no messages… You didn’t even fucking come home when your dad’s job term ended.”
Baekhyun’s jaw tightened. “I don’t recall you trying to get to me after all these years, either,” he retorted.
Chanyeol’s gaze was unrelenting. “The money I had back then wasn’t mine, Baek. It was my parents'. By the time I got around to look for you, you were already all over the fucking world. You didn’t stay in one place long enough for me to find you!”
Baekhyun glared. “You shouldn’t have even tried. You should’ve moved the fuck on!”
Chanyeol changed their positions, pushing Baekhyun against the wall. “I couldn’t move on with half of me missing!” His chest was heaving up and down from the rage and sudden emotions surging through him.
Baekhyun froze at the words, but then his lips began to tremble. He tried to keep the strong front. “You were the one who wanted me gone. Why couldn’t you just move on, Chanyeol!? I gave you the fucking freedom to be with someone else! I gave you the fucking freedom from being chained ‘dealing’ with me!
Baekhyun cursed. He knew it. He knew that deep down, no matter how many people he met, how many places he went to, or however many attempts he tried to forget, he couldn’t dissipate the memories of that evening when all of Chanyeol’s words spilled out to strike him.
“You saw me on this plane. Why couldn’t you just pretend like we didn’t know each other!?” Baekhyun was desperate. Any more of this and he would completely break. He didn’t want to see Chanyeol. He didn’t want to be this close to Chanyeol. Why couldn’t his last flight go smoothly?
“I never wanted you fucking gone!” Baekhyun winced when Chanyeol’s hand went and took him by the bottom of his chin. “You know, leaving someone the way you did really leaves behind scars. It might’ve been three years in reality, but for me, it’s been a fucking eternity.”
“Chanyeol, let me go,” Baekhyun said, switching gears. “I have a job. Let’s deal with this later—”
“I’m not putting things off,” Chanyeol said, putting his face closer to Baekhyun’s. “I’m not putting you off. I’m not giving you the god damn opportunity to slip through my fingers again.”
“We can fucking deal with this when the plane—”
“No.” Chanyeol released his grip on Baekhyun’s shirt, but went on to grab him by the back of his head, taking a hold on his hair. With a pull, he forced Baekhyun’s head back. “What the fuck should I do to you?” he whispered roughly.
Baekhyun bit his lips.
“After all I’ve been through, I should fucking murder you,” he rasped. “I should punch you and make you physically feel the shit you did to me. Maybe break your legs so you can’t run away again.”
Creasing his brows, Baekhyun tried to push Chanyeol with one hand while the other went around the back to get him to release his grip. Both efforts were in vain. “Chanyeol—”
“You know, I thought that I was making progress with life,” Chanyeol said, less aggressively. “I was on track. I had just finished a business deal and some charity work in Beijing. Everything’s been going so good for me... But then I see you walk into First Class and everything I worked so fucking hard for—trying to suppress you from my mind, trying to not think about you every passing day—it was all gone. All of it.”
Baekhyun didn’t speak. He didn’t make a response so in return, Chanyeol continued. “And now I feel like everything that I put down all these years, all the anger, the frustration, the fucking pain…it’s out. And now I’m fucking angry at you for something that you did years ago. You have no idea how many different things I’m feeling right now, you asshole.”
To Baekhyun, Chanyeol’s voice was beginning to break as if he was going to break down and cry, but his face still had that pained expression filled with rage. He swallowed knowing how helpless he was at the mercy of his former-lover.
Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun’s head slightly back some more. Then he lowered his head, closing in on Baekhyun. “With everything that I’m feeling right now, I really don’t know what I’m gonna do to you. One minute I want to kill you, but then the next…” Chanyeol sucked in a breath seductively before brushing his lips against the side of Baekhyun’s neck. Then, the next thing Baekhyun felt was a hot breath against his ear. “…then the next minute, I just wanna be inside you again.”
Baekhyun opened his mouth, despite the sudden embarrassment, but Chanyeol didn’t allow him to speak. He attacked his lips quickly, thrusting his tongue inside before Baekhyun could have the chance to deny him of anything. After that, Baekhyun’s knees went weak and he voluntarily leaned against the wall for more support.
After taking the first taste of his vixen for the first time in three agonizing years, Chanyeol broke the kiss momentarily. “You still taste the same,” he muttered before flicking his tongue against Baekhyun’s lip. “You still feel the same, too…” Then Chanyeol gave him a look full of sheer angry lust. “What other parts of you feel the same?”
Without a second thought, Chanyeol dropped his grip on Baekhyun’s hair, allowing him to do with his head as he pleased. Using one hand, Chanyeol gathered both of Baekhyun’s hands and forced them against the wall above his head. With his free hand, he proceeded to snake down Baekhyun’s body and cup his vixen’s bulge, rubbing it and grinding the heel of his hand against it.
Baekhyun’s face turned red as he struggled against Chanyeol’s hold. Some things never changed, though. Chanyeol’s strength still dominated his. He tried to knee Chanyeol’s hand away, but it was no good. Chanyeol was already moving his hand against his groin.
“So far, this part of you still feels the same,” Chanyeol groaned again Baekhyun’s lips. But then he moaned, “But I want more.”
It happened too fast for Baekhyun to refute. Chanyeol found the fly to his pants and pulled it down so hard that it tugged at it with a force. He further went on to work his magic as he undid the button holding the hem together. Before Baekhyun knew it, Chanyeol held on to the waist band of his pants and underwear. With one tug, all of Baekhyun was exposed.
The cold air hit his cock hard, but Chanyeol’s warm hand eliminated that problem not a second later. Chanyeol didn’t hesitate. The moment he took hold on Baekhyun’s staff, he took his lips again. When Baekhyun was too focused on his exposed manhood to open his mouth to Chanyeol, Chanyeol gave his cock a tight squeeze before giving it two pleasurable pumps.
A moan escaped Baekhyun’s lips, but was immediately caught by Chanyeol as he invaded Baekhyun’s mouth again. His tongue roamed, re-exploring lost territory, tasting Baekhyun and wanting more of him.
Any resistance that he put before was gone. Between having his cock hard and twitching to be pumped and manhandled some more and the fact that Chanyeol was attacking his mouth, taking him how he pleased, Baekhyun didn’t have half a mind to do anything, but enjoy it. His needs and desires were snapped momentarily when a knock came from the door. Baekhyun’s heart froze, but Chanyeol’s hand did not.
Then the two of them heard a voice from the outside. “Baekhyun oppa, are you in there?”
Baekhyun recognized the voice to be Luna’s. He was about to respond, but then had to bite his mouth shut when Chanyeol fingered his cock’s slit. “Oppa?” Chanyeol said in a low voice.
Baekhyun threw a glare at him, but then answered Luna once he could. “Yes, Luna!”
Immediately after he said that, Chanyeol rolled his wrists, adding more movement to his actions. “On a first name bases?”
“Stop it!” Baekhyun quietly hissed.
“Oppa,” Luna called again, earning Baekhyun another squeeze around the cock. “Oppa, I’m going to rest for a bit. Krystal’s the only one manning section two, okay?”
“That’s fi—ahhh.” Baekhyun gritted his teeth when the sudden moan came out. Chanyeol smirked. “That’s fine, Luna,” Baekhyun said, managing to say it before Chanyeol’s hand job got in the way.
Concerned, Luna asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes!” Baekhyun wheezed out. “Just…Just a stomach—nghh—just a stomach ache…”
There was a silence before Luna spoke again. “Okay. Feel better soon. We’ll be landing in less than four hours.”
“Okay!” Baekhyun said a little too loudly.
After that, the two of them heard footsteps disappearing by the distance. It was at this time that Chanyeol released Baekhyun’s hands. With both hands, Chanyeol took Baekhyun by the shirt and spun their positions around. Then he snaked his hands down behind Baekhyun’s thighs and lifted him up on the sink.
The lower half of Baekhyun’s back felt the sink’s surface, but his upper half felt the cold mirror. There was barely any reaction time for Baekhyun when Chanyeol forcibly slipped off his shoes and let them fall to the ground. A moment after that, Chanyeol pulled off the rest of Baekhyun’s pants, letting the material join the shoes on the floor.
Without a word, Chanyeol took a hold of each of Baekhyun’s legs and pushed up and apart from each other. Dead in the center was Baekhyun exposed in the open for Chanyeol to take and own.
Not missing a beat, Chanyeol lowered his head, flicking Baekhyun’s tip and watching as the cock involuntarily twitched afterwards. Baekhyun’s hands found their way to Chanyeol’s head, grabbing onto his hair. They tried half-assedly to pull his head away, but all efforts fell when Chanyeol took the cock in his mouth, sucking at the head.
Baekhyun wanted to cry. He wanted to cry Chanyeol’s name, but he knew he had to restrain himself from the act, knowing that the walls and door of the restroom were not thick enough to hold his lustful cries. Instead, he whimpered as Chanyeol bobbed his head slickly up and down his rigid shaft, sucking, and licking it. Often times Chanyeol would dig his tongue in between the slit of the head and it drove Baekhyun mad.
Chanyeol hadn’t lost his sixth sense in knowing when Baekhyun was at his limits. Before Baekhyun could climax, Chanyeol let his tongue run from the helm of Baekhyun’s member up to the slit of its head before pulling his mouth from the unsatisfied manhood.
Baekhyun was left annoyed for a second, but then he felt Chanyeol spreading his legs to their limits. A lifetime after that, Baekhyun felt a wet, warm tongue against his opening. Gasping, Baekhyun’s breathing was cut off.
He mentally cursed and flipped the world. Everything felt so good to him; from the pain of his throbbing rod to the tongue against his hole. He knew that it wasn’t right. He was on a fucking job, on a plane, and in a bathroom with someone who should’ve stayed in the past! But there was no helping the lust that hadn’t died down all those years. There was also no helping Baekhyun from moaning when he felt Chanyeol’s tongue briskly inside of him—stretching him to a degree— for a moment before darting back out.
Replacing his tongue were his fingers. Chanyeol licked his index finger slick before he nudged it at Baekhyun’s tight little entrance. When he inserted it in slowly, he watched as Baekhyun winced and closed his eyes. Chanyeol decided to be considerate and slow down, but once Baekhyun’s opening adjusted to his finger, Chanyeol began to bend and crook his finger, rubbing against Baekhyun’s insides.
“Nghh—ahhh…C-Chanyeol,” Baekhyun whimpered.
Chanyeol saw the craving in Baekhyun’s eyes and, without hesitation, inserted another finger inside, stretching and kneading Baekhyun more and more.
Baekhyun had closed his eyes and given into temptation by the time Chanyeol’s two fingers were drilling into him like a piston machine. But then he snapped out of his sexual realm when Chanyeol pulled his digits out.
Letting go of Baekhyun’s legs, Chanyeol’s hands went to undo his own fly. A second later, Baekhyun witnessed as Chanyeol’s member sprung out in the open. “Do you remember this, Baek? Or do you need a reminder after three years?” Before Baekhyun could so much as squeak out an answer, Chanyeol interrupted. “Actually, it doesn’t matter. I think that you do.”
Chanyeol stroked himself, allowing the precum liquid to come out of his cock’s opening, using it as lubrication. When he was satisfied with as much as he could get without actually climaxing, he held his cock and placed himself at Baekhyun’s cleft, pushing his legs apart again.
Baekhyun took a sharp intake of breath. His hands gripped the sink, and his hips unconsciously scooted away slightly as if scared to take in the rigid member like he used to do years ago. Chanyeol wasn’t going to put up with Baekhyun’s evasive body language. When the head of his ready shaft was nudging for entry, Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun closer, not allowing him to scoot up.
Chanyeol’s hands slid down to Baekhyun’s cheeks, travelling more and more towards the center of everything there was about Byun Baekhyun. Then, gripping tightly on Baekhyun’s flesh, Chanyeol pushed himself into Baekhyun’s warmth, cursing at the tightness that greeted him once he was in.
Baekhyun’s eyes widened as his body took in Chanyeol’s length. It hurt. Like hell. But it was Chanyeol shoving himself in his body so Baekhyun decided to just deal with the momentary pain and indulge because he sure as hell wanted it.
When Chanyeol’s cock was fully inside and the only thing left was its helm, Chanyeol only gave them one minute before he started to move. Baekhyun held his breath for the first few minutes of Chanyeol’s slow thrusting, but once the pain from being stretched disappeared, he was finally breathing. His breathing pattern was often short and brash, but at least he was alive to feel Chanyeol’s body part sliding in and out of him.
The more they got into it, the faster and more vigorous Chanyeol pistoned into him. Baekhyun, at one point, began to cover his mouth to muffle the cries and moans. The moment that a knock happened at the door was the moment that Baekhyun cursed the world and Park Chanyeol smirked again.
Baekhyun recognized it to be Jessica this time. “Mmm?” he hummed loudly, not trusting himself with speaking.
“Oppa, I heard from Luna that you were having a stomach ache,” Baekhyun heard her say, though it was hard to concentrate on her words when the sound of slapping flesh was all Baekhyun could really hear. “Do you want me to make you something hot? Or anything?”
Baekhyun winced as his body moved with Chanyeol’s motions. When he decided that he was ready to respond, Chanyeol decided to double the pleasure by stroking his hard member as well.
Baekhyun saw the evil, fleeting spark in Chanyeol’s eye. “J-Jessica—ahh—Can you, um, y-yeah, please, please..please.” The more Baekhyun said the word, the less it was directed at Jessica and more at Chanyeol.
“Okay. I’ll be back.”
Once Baekhyun knew she was gone, he let his cries out. Chanyeol drilled into him for as long as he could before he couldn’t take it any longer. Chanyeol’s stroked Baekhyun’s member harder and harder. Knowing that Baekhyun didn’t want to have cum shots all over his shirt, Chanyeol climaxed first. Despite the fact that he was sparing Baekhyun from a soiled shirt, he didn’t spare him a dry hole.
Pulling out, Chanyeol watched for a second as Baekhyun’s ass dripped with his semen. Then he gave Baekhyun’s cock a few more pumps before taking him into his mouth. Chanyeol sucked and he bobbed. The sight of it all was almost sinful for Baekhyun, who had never gotten a blow job in his entire life.
When Baekhyun found his release, he found it in none other than Chanyeol’s mouth. Sparing nothing, Chanyeol took and swallowed everything that spurted out of his vixen. Once Chanyeol swallowed and licked everything all up, he finally wiped the remainder off the corner of his mouth and stepped back at the loving mess that he created. “You haven’t changed, Baek. Not one single bit.”
After Chanyeol had left him to recover by himself in the restroom, Baekhyun sat his ass back on the toilet, trying to let as much of the cum drip out of him. He covered his face in hands as he felt the remainder of Chanyeol’s liquid drip.
What the hell had he done? He lost himself in that action. Baekhyun cursed. Three years was not enough to forget about that giant and everything that he made him feel.
When Baekhyun finally contained himself, redressed, and fixed everything about his appearance, he took a deep breath before walking out of the restroom. It hurt to walk. Hell, it even hurt to stand, but what could he do? It had been a long time since he last had sex. He was surprised he could even function.
On his way back to his seat, Baekhyun ran into Jessica who was holding a paper cup with steaming hot coffee. “Oh, you’re out,” she said. “Are you okay now? I got you this. Sorry it took a while, but—”
Baekhyun waved her off. “It’s alright. Thank you. I’ll just sit down for a bit. Do you think you can handle section one without me?”
Jessica nodded. “I’ve got Seohyun. We can do it. But you have to make up for this.”
“Alright. Tell me what I have to do,” Baekhyun said, trying to smile at her as he trudged his way over to his seat.
“Take over First Class for me. I can only handle so much obnoxious requests,” Jessica muttered.
The request was too much for Baekhyun, but he had to remind himself that he was on the job again. “Of course.”
By the time it was time to serve early breakfast, Baekhyun was able to force himself to walk in a way that wasn’t too suspicious. Serving First Class wasn’t much of a hassle, but at the same time, he understood why Jessica could only handle so much. People were ordering things to the most specific touch as if they were entitled to the world. But, there was nothing Baekhyun could do, but smile and do as they pleased.
One by one, Baekhyun went up to each passenger and gave them a choice between meat and fish. On the inside, he was silently dreading rolling up to Chanyeol’s seat, which happened sooner than later.
When Baekhyun got to Chanyeol, Baekhyun forced himself into making eye contact. “You have a choice between meat or fish. What would you like, sir?”
“I’ll take the meat.”
Baekhyun nodded. “Okay—”
“Baekhyun? Baekhyun right?”
Even after three years, Baekhyun recognized the voice: Yoona. His eyes drifted to the passenger next to Chanyeol. He figured that he was too busy with Chanyeol to even notice the person sitting next to him.
Baekhyun gulped. “Oh, hello…”
“I’m Yoona. Remember me?” she asked.
Nodding, Baekhyun said, “Yes. I remember you.”
Yoona leaned over and grabbed Baekhyun’s arm, giving it a squeeze. “It’s so nice seeing you! This is like fate!”
Baekhyun smiled. “It’s a small world.”
His eyes drifted down to her hand when he was going to remove it. Then something caught his eye. A ring on her ring finger. His heart paused. Quickly, his eyes went to Chanyeol’s hand and felt something sharp in his chest. Chanyeol was wearing a ring on his ring finger, too…Baekhyun put two and two together.
Chanyeol was married and he just had sex with a married man.
Baekhyun felt his heart crack again, but hated himself for feeling that way because it wasn’t even like Chanyeol was his anymore. That didn’t excuse the rotting feeling inside of him. Forcing himself, Baekhyun gently pulled away from Yoona’s grasp and smiled. “Meat or fish?”
Baekhyun nodded as he opened the cart and took out a tray of food for each of them. Just as he was about to leave, Chanyeol tugged on his arm. “Baekhyun. Here,” he said holding a folded piece of currency out to Baekhyun.
Baekhyun looked at it. “What is it?”
Shaking his head, Baekhyun said, “Sorry. We don’t take tips.”
“I’m not giving an attendant a tip. I’m giving Byun Baekhyun a tip. Now take it.”
“Take it,” Chanyeol said more threateningly.
Reluctantly, Baekhyun took the money. “Thank—” He stopped as he unfolded the money and saw a small note scribbled on a ripped piece of paper.
Talk with me later.
Baekhyun looked up at Chanyeol, who gave him a look. “Is it fine?” he asked. Baekhyun knew it was about the note more than it was about the money, though.
Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to leave without agreeing, Baekhyun nodded once. “Of course.”
When the plane landed, the passengers were let off first. It was about forty-five minutes after the last passenger left that the plane crew were able to get off the plane themselves. As Baekhyun walked into customs, he looked at the long line of South Korean citizens waiting in the citizens line. As he walked over to the customs line for crew and attendants, he caught a glimpse of Chanyeol, who was watching him as he made his way over to his own line.
Chanyeol gave him a look, as if telepathetically telling Baekhyun, “Remember. You told me you’d talk.”
Baekhyun gave a slight nod his way before looking away and pulling out his passport and papers from his bag.
Satisfied with himself, Chanyeol stood in line, unaware that Baekhyun would purposely leave the airport without waiting for him for their talk, and unaware that it’d be another three months before they’d meet again.