uh ual situations? also vv short chapter vvv late,, 

they’re lying on the sand, baekhyun soft and snug, tucked under chanyeol’s chin; the sun shining down on them and the pretty blue sea rolling away. baekhyun has a lemon popsicle in his mouth, exaggerating noises and .

“baek,” chanyeol groans, when baekhyun manages to the popsicle while looking up at the bigger man through his lashes. “do you want me to—”

baekhyun presses his cold, citrusy lips to chanyeol’s, a giggle bubbling through. “mr ceo, I don’t want you to do anything, I need you to-”

but chanyeol is gripping around baekhyun’s waist, rolling him over in the sand, pushing him down to hover over him. “byun baekhyun, you naughty, naughty boy.” he growls, leaning in to kiss baekhyun deep, literally taking his breath away.

but of course baekhyun smacks his boyfriend away, rolling away to lament over his sand-covered popsicle.

chanyeol buys another popsicle for baekhyun, grumbling about teasing and torture.

they spend the drive to gaebong singing loudly to girls generation songs, going wildly off-key and dancing along, baekhyun sometimes distracting chanyeol so much that they drive off the highway too many times to count.

somewhere in the middle of one of taeyeon’s ballads, baekhyun falls asleep.

chanyeol learns that a sleeping baekhyun is much more distracting than when he’s awake.

half an hour later, baekhyun wakes up, a whine on his lips.

“chanyeol,” he croaks, “pee—”

chanyeol looks at baekhyun, alarmed. “you need to pee?” he cries, looking around wildly. there’s not a bush or a tree or anything in sight for miles; only endless sea and sand and sun.

baekhyun whines, pressing his thighs together and tugging at chanyeol’s sleeve. “i really need to-”

“I told you not to eat so many popsicles-”

“shut up, I was hot-”

“we don’t even have a jar-”

and this is how chanyeol ends up throwing baekhyun over his shoulder and running for the sea; urgently yanking his boyfriend’s pants and briefs off