To be set on top of a vibrating washing machine and be made love to vigorously was something that never crossed Baekhyun’s mind as to ever happening. But it did happen and it was loud. There wasn’t much he could do but cling onto Chanyeol’s hot body and whimper, sometimes trying to remind him about how loud they were only to be pounded back into screaming.
Chanyeol’s hands were on his waist, keeping him still against the machine as he continued to furiously bury himself inside the smaller male. And every time Baekhyun tried to bring back reason to the volume of their sex act, he’d grumble, “Shut up,” before attacking his neck.
It was no secret within that house what they were doing, but Baekhyun didn’t let it faze him too much. He still interacted with everyone, but Sehun was the one who was the most distant at first. After tackling the younger boy and cornering him into a conversation or two here and there, Sehun began to lighten up. Even though Baekhyun was able to keep everyone’s relationship as normal as possible with his casual self, every time the others heard a sound out of the ordinary, they knew what was happening.
In a way, Kai, Kyungsoo, and Sehun had grown accustomed to living on a live porn set. Even when they knew Chanyeol was yet again ravaging his fiancé—or “secret” fiancé— the others found ways to cope with it. If the three of them were present and the other two were gone, they would either go outside or turn the volume of the television louder in order to drown out the couple’s noise. Sometimes, it was unbearable. Hearing Baekhyun crying and screaming throughout the house would force Kyungsoo to take Kai and Sehun outside to get their minds off of things before any of them sprung anything.
Nugget, despite wanting to run to dad’s aid, would be picked up by Sehun on the way out. He would struggle against the nineteen year old, but then one whiff of a biscuit treat would take his mind off his dad. Food before fathers was Nugget’s code.
Kyungsoo kept everything together as much as Baekhyun tried to. He knew Chanyeol for the longest time, but he was still unable to comprehend why Chanyeol had taken an excessive amount of Baekhyun’s time for himself. Around the house, Chanyeol didn’t seem to cover up the fact that whenever Baekhyun moved, his eyes would watch him. As Kyungsoo saw, it wasn’t even with eyes that wanted only sex. When he realized what it was, Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and went on to do whatever it was that he was doing.
The idiot had started to take a liking to the very person who he promised to dispose of.
The last straw of Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s sex-around-the-house tour happened when Chanyeol’s accidently dropped Baekhyun. It was too late at the time to realize, but Chanyeol’s hand—hot and wet through perspiration—lost its grip on Baekhyun’s ass. Without anything else supporting him—due to the fact that Chanyeol was beyond confident they could do it without the help of any surface—Baekhyun fell backwards, hitting his head on the floor. And as he fell, he accidentally took hold of one of the cords to a nearby lamp, knocking it down. Its cord, though, was caught on the end of the table it was on, resulting in the table being tilted enough for one of Chanyeol’s printers to slide off and smash against the wall, creating a fist size hole in it.
When Kyungsoo heard the crash, then later saw the sight, he decided that Baekhyun needed a break from Chanyeol’s sexual abuse. Disregarding the fact that both of the idiots were naked, Kyungsoo stepped inside the room and pushed Chanyeol away from Baekhyun as he knelt down. Putting one of Baekhyun’s arms around him, Kyungsoo helped him up, refusing to let Chanyeol touch him.
“No. You get dressed. You’re driving him to the town’s doctor,” he said sternly as he took a scramble-minded Baekhyun away. As Kyungsoo slowly took Baekhyun out of the room, Chanyeol heard his cook mutter about the hole in the wall.
“Well, he’s got a concussion,” Kyungsoo scolded as he watched Chanyeol ice Baekhyun’s head.
The doctor had done all the basic procedures and said that it was best if Baekhyun just rested for a while. When Kyungsoo heard this, he couldn’t help, but give Chanyeol a look that meant to embarrass the giant for causing his lover’s fall and concussion.
“And now you have a hole in your room,” Kyungsoo also added. “Really, Chanyeol. Nugget thinks he found the gateway to Narnia.”
“We’ll get it fixed,” Chanyeol said as he set the ice pack on Baekhyun’s sleeping head.
A moment of silence passed. “You have to stop fucking around. Literally.” Kyungsoo sighed. “You’ve done it in every room in the house except for Kai’s, Sehun’s, and mine—or at least I hope so, because if not then—”
Chanyeol scoffed. “No. Baekhyun didn’t wanna do that.”
“Baekhyun’s the one who has the more explicit background as opposed to you. How is it that he’s more thoughtful when it comes to these things,” Kyungsoo asked, rubbing his forehead with a hand.
“Cause that’s the way he is,” Chanyeol mumbled with his eyes dropping down to Baekhyun’s peaceful face. “Blunt, but honest.”
Kyungsoo slanted his lips before leaving his place at the doorframe. He moved over to where Chanyeol sat on the edge of Baekhyun’s bed. “Be honest. You’ve taken a liking to him.”
Chanyeol thought about it for a while. “He’s annoying.”
Kyungsoo glanced down at his boss, who didn’t stop looking at the resting male. “Really,” he said, unamused.
“He cackles just before he laughs. It’s a stupid trait.” Chanyeol blinked. “He loves and hates the constellation for some reason. I guess he can’t choose because he’s stupid and indecisive… He thinks he’s cute when he’s not—he’s just annoying. I guess he thinks he’s funny too, but you know, he’s not.” After a while, Chanyeol groaned and whipped his head to Kyungsoo for the first time in minutes. “And what the fuck’s up with the way he dresses? He’s colorblind and owns a closet full of cardigans. Aren’t you the one who takes him into town every once in a while to shop for these things? Why’re you letting him buy those godforsaken clothes!?”
Kyungsoo raised his brow and took a step back. “Okay,” he sighed. “You’re frustrated because you actually like this guy and now you’re yelling at me for letting him buy his spunky clothes.”
“They’re not spunky,” Chanyeol argued.
“Whatever,” Kyungsoo said, sighing as he patted Chanyeol on the head. “It’s good that that you like him, I guess. If you’re getting married then you should at least like each other.” Just as he pivoted on his heel to leave, Kyungsoo held a finger up. “Oh, and I called your parents. When’s a good time to confirm you getting there?”
Chanyeol thought for a second, suddenly remembering his request to meet with his parents. “Three days from now. I’ll leave after tomorrow.”
Kyungsoo nodded. “Okay then. I’ll leave you with him. Make sure he doesn’t move too much.”
“Right,” Chanyeol replied, returning his attention back to Baekhyun, who would fidget here and there, making Chanyeol snort. “Idiot.”
“‘I’m sorry, darlin’, but you must see how unlikely it is for a fine young lady like yourself tae be having a bairn afore you’re wed, especially the bairn of a mon you dinna even like.’ Then suddenly he wasn’t amused anymore, his expression turning dark with suspicion. ‘Unless he—’
Megan caught the drift his thoughts had taken and cut them off before they were completed. ‘He didn’t, and I resent your even thinking it!’
‘Och, now, there’s nae need tae—’”
Baekhyun’s mouth gaped. “No, no. Keep reading! Why’d you stop?”
Chanyeol scowled at the book in his hands. He flipped it to the cover and then flipped through the last hundred pages before giving Baekhyun a frowning look. “This book doesn’t make any sense, Baek. It’s gibberish.”
“It’s not gibberish,” Baekhyun said, quick to argue.
“Yes it is!” Chanyeol’s eyes quickly scanned the words. “See? What the hell is ‘och’ or ‘tae’?”
Rolling his eyes up at the ceiling, Baekhyun groaned loudly. “He’s Scottish and that’s just his pronunciation. It’s called a brogue.”
“Why can’t he speak normally,” Chanyeol muttered.
“Can you just keep reading please?” Baekhyun asked, huffing in bed. “Keep reading. I wanna know what happens.”
Chanyeol thinned his lips, but nonetheless did as he was asked.
“‘Och, now, there’s nae need tae be losing your temper,’ he said with a degree of embarrassment.
‘Losing it? I lost it this morning, you dense man. You had no right to steal me away from my fiancé! I was to be married today!’”
Glancing over at Baekhyun, Chanyeol saw that the guy was smiling to himself and squirming under the covers. “What’s with that gross face?”
Baekhyun met Chanyeol’s eyes and smiled. He opened his mouth as if to rant happily, but then stopped himself. A second later he decided to let his giddiness out anyways. “She said fiancé. She called Devlin her fiancé,” Baekhyun said as if he was hyperventilating.
“And why does that matter?” Chanyeol asked, watching him carefully.
Too oblivious, Baekhyun shrugged as he looked away. “It just does. Anyways, keep reading.”
“‘Lachlan actually squirmed a bit, thinking she was getting near to tears, which he couldn’t abide. ‘You still can be. I’m sure we can find a kirk around here somewhere.’
‘I won’t marry y—’”
Chanyeol stopped when Baekhyun burst out with a laugh. Wiping an escaping tear from his eyes, Baekhyun waved at Chanyeol to continue on.
“‘I won’t marry you! In fact, I demand that you take me back right now!’”
The story telling came to a stop once again when Chanyeol kept noticing that Baekhyun would move his legs excessively under the covers and squirm his entire body like a teenage girl eager for the new issue of her favorite magazine.
Sighing, Chanyeol folded the edge of the page and closed the book. Then he crossed his arms and met Baekhyun’s disapproving face as he leaned back against his chair. “I’m not going to read to you any more.”
“You keep moving,” Chanyeol said. “The entire purpose of this was so that you wouldn’t. You can’t keep still so I’m not going to continue.”
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun said with an aggravated sigh. “You don’t understand.”
“Then make me.” When Baekhyun was about to push himself off the bed to lecture, Chanyeol shook his head and motioned him down. “Lay back on the bed, Baek.”
Grumbling, Baekhyun did as he was ordered to. “See,” he started, “it’s just something that you feel when reading these things. You can’t help, but laugh out of second hand embarrassment for every time Lachlan tries to flirt with Megan. I’m just being expressive.”
Scoffing, Chanyeol looked back at the book. “This is stupid. You’re amused over the fact that the fellow that can’t speak for crap is flirting with a girl that he kidnaped, who’s already engaged to some guy named Devlin.” Then, he lifted his eyes back to Baekhyun. “You’re laughing at the fact that this guy’s trying to take her away from her fiancé?”
“It’s supposed to be funny,” Baekhyun said, shrugging.
“Well, it’s not.”
Raising a brow, Baekhyun laughed. “Calm down, giant. It’s just a book.”
Pursing his lips, Chanyeol sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Right.” Closing the novel, Chanyeol promptly set it on Baekhyun’s desk. “That’s enough for today.”
“You didn’t even get to through three chapters.”
“Are you complaining?” Chanyeol said, giving him a look.
“My butt hurts from your abuse and I got a concussion because of you,” Baekhyun reminded. “I think I can ask you to read three chapters of my book since you’re not letting me do anything.”
“Your books make you restless.”
“Because they’re so good.”
For a minute, Chanyeol thought. Then he got an idea and rose from his chair. “I’m going to go get one of my books. I’ll be back.”
“You read romance?”
After pages and pages of reading his book, Chanyeol finished up his last sentence. “‘…Men are so simple and yield so readily to the desires of the moment that he who will trick will always find another who will suffer to be tricked.’”
When he finished, Baekhyun—with his eyes half closed—turned his head at the giant that sat there watching over him and said, “Your book is boring.”
The night that Chanyeol was to set out and leave, Baekhyun wasn’t aware that he was leaving for a short while. In fact, he didn’t even know that Chanyeol was leaving at all. It wasn’t until the giant had entered his room late at night with a backpack strapped on his back that Baekhyun was finally informed.
“So how long are you going to be gone?” he asked after the second time that Chanyeol had tried to explain everything.
“I don’t know yet. Maybe four days. Five if everything doesn’t move as quickly as I want it to, but maybe three if it does,” Chanyeol said. “I’m leaving now so that when I get there, I’ll get there in the early morning and actually get a full day to do what I need to do.”
“Work,” Chanyeol simply said.
Slanting his lips, Baekhyun nodded slightly. To him, of course it was work. Chanyeol seemed like he worked a demanding job even though he spent his time at his house all the time. Baekhyun already understood since his dad was somewhat similar.
“Ok,” he curtly replied as he lied back down on his bed and pulled the covers up. “You can go away now.”
“You’re not going to kiss me good bye?”
Baekhyun put his hand to his hand and blew a sloppy kiss over to Chanyeol. “There.”
“That didn’t count.”
“Airborne kisses are just as effective as physical ones,” Baekhyun informed. “Just like how airborne diseases are just as deadly as the ones you contract physically.”
Ignoring the comparison, Chanyeol bent down and slanted his lips over the argumentive male. He took his time in savoring the feel and taste of Baekhyun’s lips before pulling back. “When I get back, you better be fully recovered. If you’re not, I’ll know that you were doing something you weren't supposed to.”
“Right,” Baekhyun said, glancing away,
“I’m serious,” Chanyeol warned, putting his hand under Baekhyun’s chin and forcing him to look up. “Behave.”
“Don’t I always?”
Lightly tapping Baekhyun on the right cheek, Chanyeol scoffed before moving his hand away. “No. You don’t.” Looking back at the door, he said, “Well, I have to go. Don’t stay up late.”
Chanyeol eyed him for a moment before he leaned over and took the small, but blatant flashlight on the windowsill next to Baekhyun’s bed. “And no reading in the dark,” he said before he turned and started walking to the door. “I’ll see you in a few days.”
“Alright,” Baekhyun said, not letting the fact that his tiny bear-shaped flashlight that he bought on sale was taken away get to him. “Bye, Chanyeol.”
Turning back to meet the smaller male’s eyes, Chanyeol gave a nod. “Bye, Baek.”
8:15 am—Baekhyun’s still sleeping.
8:30 am—He woke up.
9:00 am—He went back to sleep.
9:34 am—Baekhyun’s eating breakfast. Sehun washed the dishes for him.
10:23am—He went down in the cellar and found that old chess board that your grandmother gave you one day. I thought he was going to play the game, but he dressed up his dog with tin foil and reenacted a scene from one of those British wizard films.
10:30am—I need to add tin foil on the grocery list.
11:00am—Sehun fixed that hole in your wall. It’s not done professionally so you can tell something went wrong in your room. I’m sorry, but at the same time, not really.
11:27am—Baekhyun’s taking a bath right now. Kai’s standing outside the door just in case something goes wrong.
11:57am—Baekhyun came out of the bathroom. He’s a bit prune.
1:38pm—I fell asleep. I don’t know what happened.
1:55pm—Baekhyun’s crying right now.
2:06pm—Never mind. He’s fine.
4:13pm—Baekhyun went out to the beach with Kai.
4:39pm—Kai came back in without any shorts on. I don’t know what happened. I don’t like his choice in underwear.
5:14pm—Baekhyun’s now lying on the couch.
5:16pm—Sehun’s massaging his feet.
5:17pm—He’s suddenly running his legs on Baekhyun’s thighs.
5:19pm—Kai joined in and slipped his hand in Baekhyun’s pajamas.
5:20pm—They’re taking their clothes off.
5:23pm—An orgy is happening in the living room.
5:30pm—I heard Baekhyun screaming. I think he’s saying—
“Quit making Kyungsoo keep track of me”,
Sincerely, Baekhyun ♥
Ps: I shrunk your t-shirts. I’m not sorry.
Chanyeol sat in his room, staring at the email on his laptop for a few minutes before promptly closing the window, turning the laptop off, and going to bed thinking about how he was actually at his parents’ house, getting ready to cement their relationship together. In other words, he was willing to stay tied to the idiot that drove him crazy with his bad fashion choices, sarcastic remarks, annoying laugh, and stupid smile.