There was no greater feeling than having Park Chanyeol’s hands on him, Baekhyun realized, as he fought to keep his heart and mind from exploding with the uncontainable happiness he felt at that moment. He had no idea how it was that the two of them had ended up in his apartment, pressed against the cold, hard wooden surface of his door, but then again, it wasn’t like Baekhyun was in any state for proper thought processes at the moment because all he could focus on was the softness of Chanyeol’s pliant lips against his and the feel of those hands holding him down against the door firmly to prevent escape (not that he wanted to, anyways). His own slim fingers were digging harshly into the photographer’s broad shoulders – not that said giant seemed to mind – and clung tightly in fears that this moment might somehow dissipate into nothingness because it was too perfect, too surreal, to be true. And yet, here he was, out of breath and of mind, kissing the one person he had ever truly felt a spark with.

           Chanyeol’s kisses were warm and sweet, searing love and lust and everything else in between into every vein, every artery, every pore of Baekhyun’s body so that his insides tingled with electricity, completely burning away all the negativity inside his mind. Chanyeol’s kisses were gentle yet demanding, making Baekhyun crave for more even though his lungs burned from lack of air and his feet turned to gelatin and his heart was threatening to explode. Chanyeol’s kisses were Chanyeol and Chanyeol was everything wonderful and amazing and even the lingering pain of Kris’ betrayal which still clung to the back of Baekhyun’s mind could not fight against it as Baekhyun gave his all to the man on top of him, holding onto him for dear life as Chanyeol pulled his legs around his waist, carrying the shorter male with ease as they blindly stumbled across his apartment.

          Once or twice (actually, six times), Chanyeol would bump into furniture and hiss against Baekhyun’s lips, but finally, they had made it to his room and onto his bed they collapsed with Chanyeol still on top of him, pressing against his body so that the heat between them burned hotter than the sun. Off clothes went and into the sheets they crawled, filling the room with nothing but out-of-breath whispers of names until the sun collapsed behind the skeletal skyscrapers and the night took away the last remnants of light, basking two bodies in the warm moonlight.

          And for once, Baekhyun slept with a content smile on his face, dreaming of nothing but the wonderfulness that was Park Chanyeol…

          Morning arrived much faster than either of them could have anticipated, streaking the room with the buttery glow of the morning sun and casting away the shadows of the previous night. Baekhyun was the first to awaken, for once without the urgency and fatigue his body usually felt. He could actually feel a giggle threatening to escape from his mouth but he bit his tongue, needing to draw a line somewhere before he truly lost it. That didn’t help the enormous smile on his face, though, as he turned to his left, seeing a peacefully slumbering Chanyeol softly snoring away beside him; nose scrunched up slightly and mouth ajar with his arm loosely lying across Baekhyun’s slim waist.

          The morning light did wonderful things to the pale, milky perfection that was Chanyeol’s bare torso and Baekhyun could do nothing but stare at his star-crossed lover as the man remained unaware to the world, off into his dream world where he seemed to enjoy himself, if the small twitches on the sides of his chapped lips were any indication. For a while, nothing happened, and Baekhyun contemplated whether or not to just fall back asleep because it was still too early to get up anyways, but sleep simply wouldn’t return to him so he settled for letting a sole finger graze against the smoothness of Chanyeol’s cheek, marking a slow trail down to his jaw and neckline and onto the contours of his bicep.

          “Good morning, Baek…” Unexpected but not unwelcome, Chanyeol’s voice rumbled like a lazy tractor as the photographer slowly awoke, eyes droopy as he opened them to meet a startled Baekhyun’s gaze, smiling sheepishly at the stunned expression on the designer’s face. “Sleep well?”

          “Hmm.” Baekhyun would have loved to have said something quite witty or clever, but with the huskiness of Chanyeol’s voice just then, words escaped him and he was once again reduced to putty at the hands of his lover.

          “Good,” Chanyeol chuckled, suddenly pulling the shorter male close to his chest, wrapping both arms around Baekhyun protectively like he was precious and burying his nose into the designer’s head. “Because I slept wonderfully.”

          “Can we… stay like this a while?” Baekhyun coyly whispered.

          “Your wish is my command, my Baekhyun,” Chanyeol assured. Baekhyun decided he loved mornings now, just as long as Chanyeol was what he woke up to…

          It was almost noon when the two finally decided to roll out of bed, and the slight awkwardness of the ‘morning-after-’ took over as both of them all but crawled to where their boxers had been tossed to the ground the previous twilight, wordlessly slipping into their underwear without meeting each other’s eyes.

          “Do you, uh, maybe want to just stay in? For lunch, I mean,” Baekhyun mumbled, toeing at the beige carpet under his bare feet. “We can… order takeout. Or something.”

          “That sounds—” Chanyeol coughed awkwardly, “—perfect.”

          “Great,” Baekhyun blinked, “You can just… leave the mess in here. I can clean up later… come to the living room, maybe?”

          “Yeah, uh, lead the way…”

          “Your place looks great, by the way,” Chanyeol offhandedly murmured as he settled onto the couch, wincing slightly at the touch of cold leather against his . “I forgot to mention yesterday…”

          “Oh, thanks,” Baekhyun blushed, the mere mention of the day before coating his face with pink spots. He too fell onto the couch, inches away from the other male after calling in for a food delivery, uncertainly fiddling with his fingers again and playing with the hem of Chanyeol’s t-shirt (he felt too self-conscious to remain shirtless and he couldn’t find the shirt he was wearing the day before) and staring at his toes. “Most of this stuff’s from goodwill…”

          “Nothing wrong with that, I guess,” Chanyeol shrugged, palming the throw pillow cushions slowly, “One man’s trash is another’s treasure – that’s what I tell people when they meet my pet ferret.”

          “You have a pet ferret?” Baekhyun couldn’t help but snigger a bit at the randomness of this factoid, turning to face Chanyeol with arched brows.

          “Used to,” Chanyeol grinned, “He ran away when I was in middle school. I think I cried for days, I never got another pet after that, the pain of losing Mr. Fluff was too much to bear.”

          “You… named it Mr. Fluff,” there was an unmistakable glint of joking mockery in Baekhyun’s eyes now. “Real original, Yeol, real original…”

          “What? He was pretty chubby, mind you! And cute, too! But most of all he was cuddly and made me feel special. I loved him a lot,” Baekhyun couldn’t help but smile as his toes curled from the cuteness of the twenty-six year old man who was now pouting beside him. “Luhan hyung thinks I’m weird when I say that Mr. Fluff taught me what love is but hey, what does he know, right?”

          “Chanyeol?”

          “Hmm?”

          “You’re so weird. I like that.”

          They were silent as both men devoured their meal, stuffing rice into their faces like food-depraved animals. It wasn’t an awkward kind of silence, though, even if every once in a while the two of them would pause incidentally at the same time and look up to meet each other’s gazes, both blushing red to their roots before sharing a small chuckle and going back to their food, doomed to repeat the same cycle every few seconds. The television was white noise in the background, flashing the images of an old rerun of a children’s movie (which they both had watched a million times over – and not just as children) in bright, mind-numbing color.

          “You have soy sauce on your face,” Chanyeol offhandedly mention after a while, mouth still half-stuffed with half-marred beef chunks and rice granules; subconsciously reaching out with a gentle thumb to swipe at the side of a still and silenced Baekhyun’s mouth, all the while smiling warmly even with the designer’s stunned, wide-eyed stare as he stuck said thumb into his mouth to clean the condiment off. “What?”

          “You just—” Baekhyun all but gasped, feeling his stomach coil, “I mean… Nevermind, it’s silly.”

          “I just indirectly kissed you?” Chanyeol mocked, chuckling a little bit as his toe poked at Baekhyun’s unsuspecting thigh underneath the coffee table. “Yeah, I guess so. What are you going to do about it, boss?”

          “B-boss?” Baekhyun choked on his lettuce wrap, coughing up half a lung before an amused Chanyeol offered him some water, patting down the shorter male’s back softly. This too was a bad idea, because the mere touch of the photographer’s hand had electric currents zipping up and down alongside Baekhyun’s spinal cord.

          “You have a dirty, dirty mind, Byun Baekhyun…” Chanyeol joked, winking very excessively as Baekhyun continued gasping for breath at the very not-innocent innuendo the tall man was shooting at him (if Chanyeol’s toe finding purchase near his thigh and lazily the goosebump-ridden skin was any indication).

          Chanyeol, Baekhyun slowly realizes, was really just one big, overgrown kid. Where Baekhyun didn’t believe in magic, and fate, and destiny, and all things clichéd like that, Chanyeol was a firm advocate. And for all these things, Baekhyun couldn’t quite understand why it was that someone so completely opposite to himself was so damned attractive in his eyes that, with just a simple bat of his eyelashes (literally), the pair had planted themselves onto his beaten old leather couch, watching cheesy chick-flick after cheesy children’s movies for the rest of the morning; a bowl of popcorn on Baekhyun’s thighs as he lay on his back with both legs splayed on top of Chanyeol’s lap. The photographer was all too absorbed with the current movie they were watching, mindlessly picking kernel after kernel and shoving it into his mouth while his other hand rested precariously atop the designer’s pale thigh (and causing the continued redness of said designer’s face).

          Baekhyun, however, deciding that the animated film was simply not interesting enough to hold his attention for another half an hour, focused his gaze on the watery-eyed (Mufasa’s death was a terrible thing, okay?) man beside him and smiled gently at the softness of Chanyeol’s features; the sunlight streaking against his puffed out cheekbones and casting a radiant glow against the younger guy’s milky complexion. The designer felt so lucky, finding such a wonderful man. Not even Kris, with all his rugged handsomeness – and douchebaggy attitude – could compare to this, because Chanyeol was so wonderfully imperfect that he was perfect in his own way.

          (And Baekhyun’s horrible mind would just like to mention the photographer’s sinfully delectable body.)

          He thought of the past two days, then, replaying each scene in his mind with a tiny smile because even just the memory of Chanyeol had him so love-struck that Baekhyun couldn’t resist it. From their dinner, to finding the handsome man waiting for him in the morning, and even the salty memory of how he’d almost blown it. But when he got to the part where Chanyeol had kissed him, Baekhyun’s mind went haywire. Just thinking of the man’s lips and the feeling of them slanting against his own had all the blood rushing to his face and before he knew it, he couldn’t help but recall everything else; each touch, each caress, every breathless whisper of his name…

          “Baek?” Chanyeol’s voice seemed too distant and this immediately snapped the shorter boy out of his trance, blinking up at him. “Are you okay?”

          “Yeah,” he breathily mumbled, “Why do you ask?”

          “You kind of have a pressing up against my arm right now,” Chanyeol laughed, eyes slanting downwards to the growing problem in between them. Baekhyun felt absolutely mortified; livid with his body for betraying him so blatantly that his whole face turned the color of puce. He expected the black-haired boy to flee, then, but was utterly shocked when Chanyeol started to chuckle. Moreover when the shirtless man suddenly shifted the half-empty popcorn bowl onto the coffee table, splitting Baekhyun’s legs and crawling in between the space. “Need a little help with that?”

          Butterfly kisses sprinkled themselves onto Baekhyun’s collar as the younger man ; hands winding around the smaller man’s waist, pulling him to sit onto Chanyeol’s lap before the photographer chose to finally connect their lips in a searing kiss. Chanyeol’s amused laugh at Baekhyun’s eagerness rumbled against both of their chests, causing malfunction to every bodily function Baekhyun still had. He was quivering, anticipating and too happy about everything that he couldn’t help but smooch Chanyeol all over, peppering kisses down the length of his face and down his neck as the latter’s head fell back in ecstasy.

          Everything was going great until, “Hey, Baek?”

          Lifting himself off of the giant’s skin, Baekhyun hummed in half-delirium, blinking down at the man whose hand had lifted off his waist and onto something found on the table just behind the couch – something that had caused a coil to wrap around Baekhyun’s stomach. A small, round black lid that had a label stuck onto the back. “Why do you have my camera lens cover?”

As promised, here's the next (slightly lengthier) update! I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Finally a little baekyeol fluff! Haha!

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