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Not Intended 30

Chapter 30
Some Nights
[ RATED CHAPTER ]


Chanyeol was thrown off his game—as usual. Baekhyun continued to look up at him with those “I didn’t do anything illegal” eyes, but Chanyeol was much too tired to comprehend anything at that moment. Frustrated and irritated, he took a step back and put some space between them.

“What!?”

Baekhyun shrugged and tilted his head. “It just kind of happened.”

Exasperated, Chanyeol put a hand on his hips and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm. “I don’t fucking get it,” he groaned. “Where the hell did you go exactly?”

“I went to a club…” Baekhyun mumbled, trailing his voice at the end.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Then maybe you should get a hearing aid—”

“Baekhyun!” Chanyeol warned. “If I find out about what you’ve been doing from someone else, you’re only going to make things worse for yourself.”

Baekhyun scoffed. “Are you gonna fire me?”

“I think it’s a little too late for that,” Chanyeol mumbled. Rubbing his forehead, he said, “Just tell me what you’ve been up to, dammit.”

Baekhyun drew his eyes to the ground for a moment before sighing. He moved over to Chanyeol’s bed and sat on it, crossing his legs. “I went to a strip club. It was pretty clean.”

Chanyeol froze. He scrunched his brows and wondered for a second if he had heard Baekhyun right. “A strip club?” he repeated.

Nodding, Baekhyun confirmed. “I just wanted to see one.”

With a grim look on his face, Chanyeol stalked over to the bed and stood in front of Baekhyun. “Did you pay for anything?” he asked, thinking that Baekhyun would understand what he was trying to imply.

The implication fell flat and Baekhyun interpreted wrong. Thinking if he had bought anything, Baekhyun remembered his soda. “Yeah. I used my own money, though.”

Chanyeol was tangled in his own feelings. Hearing Baekhyun talk about buying service did something to him. It made him feel infuriated. “Was it good?” he growled.

Baekhyun—confused—gave an unsure nod and laugh. “I guess.”

Letting out a sarcastic and bitter scoff, Chanyeol took a step back, shook his head, and paced his room. He left Baekhyun hanging for a few minutes before speaking again. “I was gone for not even five days, and you went off to a club and paid for their ‘services’, Baek!”

“But I didn’t do anything wrong, though…” Baekhyun mumbled.

“Wha…” Chanyeol groaned into his hands. “Baek, you can’t pay for sex—oral or not.”

Baekhyun’s jaw unhinged. “What!?”

“Yeah!” Chanyeol snapped. “It’s fucking illegal—if you didn’t know that!” Jabbing a finger onto Baekhyun’s chest, Chanyeol scowled. “It’s illegal out in the real world and you—you freaking idiot—can’t be sexually active with other people once you make a commitment to one.”

Huffing, Baekhyun moved Chanyeol’s hand away. “I didn’t pay for sex,” he argued.

“Oh, did you just walk in there and ask for some?”

“No!” Baekhyun rolled his eyes and scratched his head. “You need to sleep, Yeol. You’re too tired if you think I’d pay for something I can get for free,” he muttered.

When Baekhyun tried to hop off the bed, Chanyeol shook his head and pushed him on his back. Setting a knee on the mattress, Chanyeol loomed over Baekhyun’s unamused self. “Hn. You did do something…” he mumbled almost bitterly. “What was it? Did you deep throat someone or did you let them go all the way?”

With Chanyeol’s face only a few inches away, Baekhyun let out a thin smile. “I opened my mouth and let it drip-drip down my throat, if you know what I mean.” After seeing the look on Chanyeol’s face, Baekhyun felt a bit of regret for pushing the limit of their misunderstanding. “I’m kidding.”

Chanyeol continued to frown at him and Baekhyun didn’t know what to do, but to smile a bit. “I was joking,” he said with a small laugh, poking the corners of Chanyeol’s mouth. “I didn’t do anything at the club. What I bought was a soda can.”

As Chanyeol continued to loom and be unresponsive, Baekhyun started wriggling his eyebrows and touching Chanyeol’s face. “Grumpy, jealous giant,” he cooed. “Grumpy, jealous giant thinks I actually paid for sex when I could just hop on his dick and ride him for free.”

After a few more seconds of Baekhyun moving Chanyeol’s frozen face, Chanyeol collapsed on top of him, nuzzling his face in Baekhyun’s neck. Baekhyun blinked, uncertain about what to do. Then he moved his arms and began to awkwardly pet the top of Chanyeol’s head. Moments passed before Chanyeol stirred again and rolled over, making sure to keep the distance between them close.

“You’re so god damn frustrating,” Chanyeol muttered. “Why the hell am I stuck with you…”

Baekhyun laughed. “Because you won’t fire me.”

“It’s more than that.”

For a moment, Baekhyun’s smile faltered. Then he scooted a little closer to Chanyeol and put their foreheads together. “It’s more than that? Why?” he chuckled. “Tell me why you won’t get rid of me even if I drive you crazy.”

Drawing his eyes to the eager male, Chanyeol sighed, tapping Baekhyun on the cheek before rising from the bed and sitting up. “Because I want you around.”

From behind Chanyeol’s view, Baekhyun’s playful demeanor was lost for a moment at Chanyeol’s little confession. Sitting up also, Baekhyun’s eyes follow Chanyeol as the giant rose from the bed. “You want me around? Like, to clean your things?”

“More than that.”

Baekhyun was getting tired of the same old response. He had gotten it twice in a row already and wanted something different. “What—”

Shaking his head, Chanyeol cut him off. “Go take a shower and clean your face.”

Touching his face, Baekhyun blinked. Then his fingertips touched his lips. “You know, I didn’t think you’d notice… I was pretty sure the girls cleaned it thoroughly.”

Chanyeol scoffed. “Like I wouldn’t notice anything different with those snarky lips of yours.” Ruffling his hair, Chanyeol motioned for Baekhyun to get off the bed. “And what ‘girls’ are you talking about? Are you talking about the strippers?”

“Yeah—oh, Chanyeol, you should come with me next time!” Baekhyun said with his eyes lighting up and forgetting that he had to remove himself from Chanyeol’s bed. “It’s really not that bad. The girls are really nice—I even got their numbers. I don’t have a phone, but they told me that I could call them and everything.”

Chanyeol pretended to think about it for a minute before outright refusing. “No.”

“But I don’t think they’ll mind,” Baekhyun said. “After they dressed me up, they had me walk around the place looking like a girl.” Seeing Chanyeol’s expression, Baekhyun threw his hands up in front of him. “I didn’t let anybody touch me. I just walked around asking people if they were done with their drinks.”

Chanyeol felt like he was on a rollercoaster. One minute he felt erratic, and then the next, he’d feel calm—but then, that moment would shatter and he’d be back to feeling frustrated again. “Baek, you’re telling me you went to a strip club, got dressed as a female, and literally worked the circuit.”

Guilty as charged, Baekhyun nodded. “I got tips, but I gave that to the girls.” After a second, Baekhyun added, “Oh! And I got offered a job…A lot of things happened in those five hours, I guess.”

Rubbing his eyes, Chanyeol tried to comprehend. “You got offered a job…at a strip club.”

“Yeah.” Baekhyun grinned. “Hey, if you ever decided to fire me, then that’d be fine because now I have a safety net!”

“No!” Chanyeol’s voice boomed. “You will never work a job that involves sliding up and down steel poles for money, Baek.”

“I was joking,” Baekhyun said, laughing and giving Chanyeol a sheepish grin.

“I don’t care,” Chanyeol muttered. “As long as you’re with me, you won’t need to do things like that.” Before Baekhyun could comment, Chanyeol took him by the arm and pulled him off the bed, seeing as how Baekhyun was still sitting there. “Now, I want you to go take a shower and clean your face. Then come back here and slip into bed with me.”

Baekhyun looked up and gave Chanyeol a look as the giant led him to the door. “You want to sleep together? But you sleep in the nude…”

“I don’t see how that matters,” Chanyeol said, opening the door. “Go clean yourself. I don’t want you smelling like perfume with a hint of alcohol and smoke when you come back.”

“Who said I was coming back?” Baekhyun smirked as he whirled around, crossing the hallway and making his way over to his bedroom to grab his things.

“If you’re not back in twenty minutes, I’m going to go into your room and we’re sleeping there,” Chanyeol replied, leaning against his door frame. “I prefer my bed because it’s bigger, but if I have to get into your tiny one, then—”

Waving a hand, Baekhyun cut him off. “Okay, fine. I get it.”

“Twenty minutes, Baek.”

“Okay.”

“The big two-oh.”

“I get it, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun hummed as he closed the door to his bedroom. “I get it.”

Chanyeol waited in his bed, naked and ready for twenty minutes—which he kept track of with the digital clock in his room. When he finally heard the door crack ten minutes after those “twenty minutes” passed, he rolled his eyes to himself since it was typical of Baekhyun to never do things exactly as he was told. As the covers were being lifted, Chanyeol reached for Baekhyun even before the smaller male could get both legs on the bed.

“Scoot closer,” Chanyeol grumbled.

As Baekhyun fumbled with his position in the dark, he squirmed his way closer to the giant. When he felt Chanyeol, he froze. He ran his hands against the giant’s chest and traveled down until he was pretty sure what came next.

“You’re naked.”

“Yeah. Why aren’t you?” Chanyeol mumbled as he threw an arm over Baekhyun’s waist.

“I think that if you’re gonna invite someone to sleep the night with you, you should at least put on some underwear,” Baekhyun weakly argued.

“Hn, not with you,” Chanyeol chuckled. Placing his hands on the hem of Baekhyun’s shirt, he began to tug. “Take off your clothes, Baek.”

For some reason, hearing Chanyeol’s voice in the dark seemed to be much more enticing than all the times they had done it out in the open light. Sighing, Baekhyun wriggled around until he managed to pull the shirt off. He didn’t need to toss it. Chanyeol did it for him.

“Pajama pants and underwear, too?”

“What do you think?”

Baekhyun let out a small laugh as he began to work on his lower half. “One of us is gonna pop a boner, Yeol.”

“Then that’d suck for whoever gets one because I don’t plan on having sex with you tonight.”

“That’s fine,” Baekhyun said, trying to play it off. “If I get one, I hope you don’t mind if I touch myself and make a mess on your bed.”

“I don’t care. You’re the one who does the laundry anyways.”

Pulling the rest of his things off, Baekhyun huffed as he returned back into Chanyeol’s arms, lying with his back against Chanyeol’s chest. “Whatever then. Good-night.”

“Good-night, Baek.”

Baekhyun contemplated about it for a second before he made his decision. Turning his head back for a fleeting moment, he craned his head and gave Chanyeol a quick kiss that landed partially on his lips. Then he turned back around. As if embarrassed, he moved a little bit away from the giant. “Good-night,” he muttered again.

In the dark, Chanyeol smirked, pulling Baekhyun back into place. “Good-night, Baek. Again.”

Learning things about Baekhyun was almost always happening. Waking up at the very early morning hour of two, Chanyeol reached down and held Baekhyun by the waist, trying to keep the sleeping male from squirming in his sleep against the throbbing issue against his ass.

Waking up to a raging issue was something that Chanyeol didn’t appreciate, especially when the person he wanted to relieve him was innocently sleeping. Chanyeol felt a little wrong and knew he had to deal with the problem immediately. Slowly getting out of bed, he quickly trudged his way into his bathroom and locked the door.

Stirring awake, Baekhyun slowly became conscious to noise. At first it all sounded like a slow motion blur, but as his eyes became to flutter in the dark, he recognized the noises as moans that could only come from self-satisfaction. Sitting up in bed, Baekhyun listened and saw light coming from the bathroom. As he listened for minutes, it became blatantly clear who it was he was hearing: Chanyeol.

A small part of Baekhyun wanted to laugh at Chanyeol for popping one, but at the moment, he couldn’t find the energy to laugh when his own shaft was growing harder by the second just listening to the male on the other side of the door touch himself—most likely to a dirty fantasy of him being spread apart. The thought furthermore went to make Baekhyun blush.

He felt himself and knew he had to get rid of it or else Chanyeol would climb back in, wrap his arms over him and feel the hard body part. Cursing, Baekhyun flipped the covers off of him and pulled over a nearby drawer. Quickly taking out the lube that Chanyeol kept in there, he stumbled his way out of the room in the dark and went in search for the bathroom in the hallway. 

When Chanyeol finished with his aching problem, he was startled to see that Baekhyun was not in bed after he left the bathroom. He looked around the room for a few minutes until he started calling out Baekhyun's name.

Then, as no one answered him, Chanyeol quickly threw his bedroom door open and stepped out into the hallway. It didnt take long before his eyes caught the light shining underneath the door to the bathroom a few doors down.

As he approached the door, he began to hear small noises, but it wasn't until he heard whimpers and groaning that he became alarmed. Without hesitation, Chanyeol burst inside.

"Baekhy—" He stopped.

In front of him was Baekhyun with his knees on the shower floor. Leaning forward—almost placing his face on the tiles—Baekhyun was stroking his manhood with one hand while the other was reached back behind him.

Caught in the act, Baekhyun lifted his face up and immediately looked flushed. "C-Chanyeol." He stopped stroking for a moment, but when the aching wouldn't subside, he began again. 

As his breathing hardened, he gave Chanyeol a swift look before looking away. "Chanyeol, stop st—ahh." He bit his lips. "Stop standing right there, please. Go back," he whimpered. When Chanyeol stayed, Baekhyun pleaded. "Chany—"

"How many fingers do you have inside you right now?" Chanyeol's rough voice rasped.

"Wha—I-I have two," Baekhyun replied breathlessly before bowing his head for a moment.

Finally moving, Chanyeol closed in on him. "Do you think you're stretched enough?"

"I-I think so—Wait. What're you doing?" Baekhyun asked, suddenly fully aware of Chanyeol's advances.

"Pull your fingers out," Chanyeol ordered as he knelt down beside Baekhyun and squeezed the tube of lubricant. 

"Chanyeol—"

"Just do it, baby," Chanyeol coaxed as he stroked himself, making himself grow harder and harder by the second. Whimpering, Baekhyun reluctantly pulled his fingers out. 

"Hands and knees on the ground."

"Chanyeol, you said you wouldn't—"

"I said 'not tonight'," Chanyeol repeated as he spread Baekhyun's legs apart and positioned himself against the cleft that was just inviting him to indulge. "'Tonight' already passed. It's morning," he muttered, "and I want you."

Slowly, Baekhyun felt Chanyeol push himself in. A few thrusts and pull-backs was all it took before Chanyeol fully buried himself in Baekhyun's warmth. 

At first it was frantic. The sound of skin hitting harshly against skin was all they could hear in the bathroom that resonated every sound of their vigorous love making. But after the first orgasms, Chanyeol hastily picked Baekhyun up off the floor and took them back into the bedroom where they finished off with one more round, slow and steady with a lot of tongue.






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