exobubz (exobubz) wrote,

The Letter 4

Chapter 4
The Morning After

Chanyeol turned the knob of his door and quietly crept back into his room.  He made his way over to the side of the bed where Baekhyun’s body was curled, naked. He had kicked the covers off in the time Chanyeol got out of bed to get some coffee and order some breakfast down in the kitchen. Chanyeol smirked at the sight in front of him, at the kid who he spent all night spooning bare.  He was lying on his side with his stark-naked ass out for Chanyeol’s eyes to eat.

The temptation was too much for Chanyeol’s hormonal self to tame. He moved toward the nearest table and set down his cup of coffee. Immediately, he went and retrieved the lubricant tube. Picking it off the floor, Chanyeol chuckled at himself, remembering how embarrassed he was the day before when he quickly bought it from a local general store.

While walking over to Baekhyun’s side, Chanyeol took the cap off and spread the slippery substance on his finger. He sat on the side of the bed, and then gently moved one of Baekhyun’s legs forward, toward him, spreading his butt cheeks little by little until what Chanyeol desired was clear for the taking. When Baekhyun rustled a bit in his sleep, Chanyeol froze, expecting Baekhyun to wake up. When he didn’t, Chanyeol continued on. His finger circled Baekhyun’s entrance, touching the rim and gently pushing the finger against it. When he felt like it was right, he slipped the finger in.

The feeling of something warm and long, slipping in and out of him, made Baekhyun squirm in his sleep. “ Ngh…Sehun…” he whimpered. God, what is that…Baekhyun slowly started to wake up. “Sehun, stop…My ass still hurts—”

“Yah, I’m not Sehun,” a deep voice replied.

Suddenly, Baekhyun’s eyes flew open and turned toward the direction of the voice. Baekhyun’s heart froze when his eyes focused and saw that the person sitting beside him on the bed wasn’t Sehun. He elevated himself with his elbows and scooted in frantic desperation away from Chanyeol, pulling away from his hand, making the finger slip out of him.

“Aw. And here I thought that you liked my fingers probing your hole,” Chanyeol tsked.

Baekhyun gave a look of frightened prey. “Where’s Sehun?”

Chanyeol chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Still asking for that brat, are you?” He pushed himself off the bed and retrieved his coffee from the table while quickly sanitizing his finger with a bottle of Purell on the desk. “If you wanna know, he passed out last night pretty early, which is a bit unusual. Anyways, Kris took him back to his house.”

“N-no…This is his house!” Baekhyun cried. His voice cracked. “And this is his room! So what’re you doing in here!?”

“Have I told you how I love the way you look right now,” Chanyeol drawled, distracted by Baekhyun’s nakedness.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened. He quickly looked around him and pulled the blankets to cover his entire body. Unfortunately for him, Chanyeol could still see the outline of his cock, making him grin even more. “Answer me, Park Chanyeol!”

Chanyeol raised a brow. “Ah, you know who I am?”

“Of course I do, idiot!”

Chanyeol lost his grin for a moment. “Hey! Who’s the idiot here!? You know who I am, but you don’t know where I live?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know where you live!?”

Chanyeol groaned. God, for a top student, he fucking lacked in common sense, Chanyeol thought. Waving his cup around causing the liquid to spill a bit here and there, Chanyeol showcased the room. “Well, you’re in my house, Baek! And you’re in my bed.” When Baekhyun stared blankly at him as that set in, Chanyeol then pointed his mug at him. “You probably have my dried-up cum trails on the backside of your legs, too. You’re welcome to check. Bathroom’s over there.”

C-Cum trails…But…he didn't…Baekhyun felt like everything was closing in on him. He started to breathe faster and became panicked, looking around the room as if trying to find an immediate exit from the place. Maybe the window. Oh my god… “Cum—No, no, no. I slept with Sehun last night, Park! Not you!” Baekhyun said, raising his voice. He suddenly threw the covers away, baring himself naked in front of Chanyeol. He knew this and quickly searched for his clothes, but he couldn’t find them anywhere. The room was perfect and clean. Nothing was on the floor. Not a thing was out of place.

Despite how he wished he had clothes on, Baekhyun turned around, naked, to Chanyeol. “Park Chanyeol! Give me my clothes back!”

Chanyeol decided to play. “I don’t know where your clothes are at, Baek. Why don’t you go ask Oh Sehun since it was him you were romping around in the dark last night with.”

“It was him!”

“If you wanna force yourself to believe that, Baek, fine,” Chanyeol told him, smirking. “But if you wanna know for sure, why don’t we wipe some of that dried semen off of you and send it off to a laboratory and get some DNA testing on it. I can’t say the odds are in Sehun’s favor though.”

“Stop it,” Baekhyun said, his voice breaking. Shit. Now’s not the time to cry, you sissy puss, Baekhyun lectured himself. “Just give me back my clothes.”

Chanyeol studied Baekhyun for a moment before moving. He went and disappeared for a while and later came back with folded up clothes. He held them out to Baekhyun, who was quick to grab them.

“These aren’t mine—”

“People are washing your clothes right now. So either wear those or walk around stark. The choice is yours, because I don’t really care,” Chanyeol said, shrugging.

Having no other choice seeing as how he didn’t want to be naked any longer, Baekhyun quickly changed into the clothes Chanyeol provided: sweats and a hoodie. “Where’s the underwear?” he asked.

“Oh, I see,” Chanyeol said, raising a brow and grinning. “You wanna wear my underwear now?”

“Forget it, you jerk!” Baekhyun growled. “I’m leaving.” Then he remembered… “Car keys. Where’re my car keys…”

“Downstairs, Baek. Ask my butler.”

“Butler,” Baekhyun grumbled. “Stupid rich kid.” He turned and headed toward the door. He grabbed the handle and yanked it open with unnecessary force.

Chanyeol followed Baekhyun, still carrying his coffee which had grown cold. “Yah, stay for breakfast, Baek,” he said from behind.

Baekhyun turned his head. “Like hell! Why would I stay for breakfast with you!?”

“Cause we had sex in my house, in my bed, and you’re my guest,” Chanyeol said. “And the cook made breakfast for two anyways.”

“I don’t want any.”

“I’ve got muffins, Baek!”

“Keep your damn muffins!” Baekhyun reached the stairs and hurriedly began the descent. Chanyeol followed.

“But they’re so much better when you eat them with someone though!”

“Up yours, Park!”

“Are you implying you wanna top me next time?” Chanyeol teased.

“Freaking…No!” Baekhyun yelled. He realized too late how his voice echoed in the house.

“Baby, you don’t need to lie—Yah!”

In the midst of his hurry, Baekhyun’s foot missed the step and touched nothing, but air, causing him to fall. Luckily, they were practically at the bottom. Chanyeol tsked and set the cup on the floor before grabbing Baekhyun by the arm, helping him up. “Use the handrails, smart one. They’re there for a reason.”

Grunting, Baekhyun pulled his arm away. “Don’t touch me …”

Chanyeol looked him over while his butler came over. “Get him his car.” To Baekhyun, he asked, “What kind of car is it?” When Baekhyun didn’t answer, Chanyeol said, “If you’re not gonna say anything, I’m going to automatically assume you wanna go back upstairs, Baek.”

After glaring at him, Baekhyun told the servant what type of car he had. When the butler left, Baekhyun refused to look at Chanyeol. Chanyeol, having none of that, wrapped his arms around Baekhyun, causing him to tense. “Ah, Baek, don’t be like that. I’m being lenient on you right now.”

“Get off of me, Park Chanyeol!” Baekhyun told him, trying to shrug him off.

Ignoring him, Chanyeol only held a bit tighter. “Quit acting like such a brat, Baek,” Chanyeol muttered. “Be grateful that I’m letting you even walk out of here…” Then he whispered in his ear, “…Because if I could have things my way, we’d still be upstairs and it’d be more than my finger inside that tight little hole of yours.”

Baekhyun didn’t want to. He didn’t. But he ended up blushing. Hating himself, he conjured up the strength to wretch himself from Chanyeol’s grasp. Chanyeol, surprised, burst out laughing at the smaller guy. “Shut up, Chanyeol! Just shut up! This was a one-time thing! A mistake, really!”

“Oh, you’re finally admitting that it was me you were fornicating with last night!?” Chanyeol said excitedly. “Oh, Baek! Come here!” he cried, trying to pull Baekhyun in for a hug, but Baekhyun avoided the giant’s attempt.

“God! Don’t touch me again! How many times do I have to tell you that!?” Baekhyun made a beeline for the door while Chanyeol continued to follow his little prey. “Hell. I’m leaving. I’m not gonna wait for your servants to drive my car around,” he growled as he opened the door and walked out.

Following, Chanyeol said, “No one said you had to wait.” He took a place next to Baekhyun as they stood in the front of the house. “They’re pulling up your car anyways.”

“Thank god,” Baekhyun said, exasperated.

Baekhyun was about to run for his car until Chanyeol grabbed him by the arm and pushed him to the wall, forcing a hard kiss on him. Without warning, Chanyeol purposely brushed a knee on his crotch. Baekhyun accidentally let out a moan. Screw this no-underwear shit! he thought. As quick as it was brought on him, Chanyeol let Baekhyun go. He pulled him off the wall, gave him a small push towards his car, and slapped his butt.

“I’ll see you at school, Baek!” his deep voice called.

Die, Park Chanyeol. Die, die, die! Baekhyun kept repeating to himself.

Chanyeol watched as Baekhyun hurried off into his car and hastily drove off. He didn’t go back into the house until the car was out of sight. “Most interesting morning-after I’ve ever had,” Chanyeol said to himself, satisfied.

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