CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

There are two possible answers that Sehun could give to Jongin’s question. 

The short answer would be that Sehun just thought it would be amusing to see Jongin’s twisted in a knot if he showed up. 

Though Sehun and Jongin always made sure to spend time together regularly, or at least stay connected through text messages when they couldn’t meet up, Sehun had never once breathed a word to Jongin about Chanyeol. Not because he had anything to hide, no, he just never was the type to kiss-and-tell. After all, Sehun had always been flippant about romantic relationships; as such, Jongin never thought to ask if he was seeing anyone because most of his dates never amounted to anything more than a fling anyway. Of course, if Sehun ever decided that he was serious about someone, Jongin would be the first to know—but in this case, there was nothing to tell because Chanyeol was certainly not his boyfriend. 

However, this didn’t stop Sehun from making the connections on his own. After playing Aunt Agony to Chanyeol on several occasions, he had picked up on the names Chanyeol mentioned and could also draw parallels between what Chanyeol was telling him and what he already knew about Jongin’s story. He never mentioned any of his deductions to Chanyeol, opting instead to confirm his suspicions on his own (and also to get a kick from Chanyeol’s reaction when he eventually finds out).

The long answer would be that Sehun had come to care very deeply for Chanyeol. Sehun’s biggest virtue, one that Jongin could attest to, was his unwavering loyalty to the people he considered important to him. He loathed the idea of Chanyeol being put in a potentially upsetting situation. For that reason, he just had to offer his assistance— 

Something was wrong, Sehun just couldn’t figure out what. 

Chanyeol had been scowling at his phone throughout the whole drive to the airport and Sehun didn’t miss the way Chanyeol seemed to have difficulty typing out replies to the texts he received. He would read the message and then frown as he tried to come up with a response, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. When Sehun tried to ask him about what the content of the texts he was receiving were, considering that they were obviously causing him some measure of distress, Chanyeol had just shrugged off the question and pocketed his phone. 

They were now relaxing in the lounge (courtesy of Sehun who always insisted on flying premium) whiling time away till they could board their plane and Chanyeol was persisting in being uncharacteristically reticent. Sehun had gone through three glasses of champagne trying to stymy his irritation at the situation, as well as abate his curiosity, but his efforts proved to be futile. Sehun hated being kept in the dark, and if Chanyeol was so determined to keep whatever was bothering him from Sehun then he should be doing a better job at not making him worry. 

There was still well over an hour till their flight and Sehun would be damned if he allowed this uncomfortable atmosphere to remain. The past week spent together had been fantastic and the last thing Sehun wanted was to end their first trip together on a sour note. He was going to have to take matters into his own hands. 

Meanwhile, Chanyeol was absentmindedly scrolling through Instagram whilst sipping on a can of coke, occasionally ‘double-tapping’ on some photos to ‘like’ them just for the sake of it. He wasn’t really processing any of the images he was seeing. He had distractedly waved Sehun off when he muttered something about going to the restroom, not even looking up to spare him a glance before Sehun walked away. After all, his mind was preoccupied with other things, namely, Baekhyun’s invitation to dinner this Friday… and its implications. 

It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal; just a casual affair at one of their usual haunts so that they could be formally introduced to Kyungsoo’s… boyfriend. Admittedly, Chanyeol still felt weird saying it out loud, but at least the idea didn’t make him uncomfortable anymore. Recently, Chanyeol found that the heartache had subsided whenever he imagined Kyungsoo being with someone else. Over the past couple of days, whenever Sehun was attending to his modelling duties, Chanyeol had plenty of time on his own to organise his thoughts and manage his feelings. This trip to Tokyo was a godsend and he couldn’t thank Sehun enough for offering to let him come along; this getaway had turned out to be everything he needed and more. 

Without a doubt, the was great. Chanyeol had never imagined that he would be in a “friends with benefits” sort of arrangement, but now he supposes he could understand its appeal. Having a physical outlet for everything he was going through emotionally really helped him to cope much better than he thought it would. On hindsight, it seems like there was indeed wisdom behind the words that Sehun had said to him when they first met—he now knew that it really was possible to your frustrations out of your system. 

Sehun was always nothing short of a good lay. To begin with, Sehun was skilled in bed and he knew it. For this reason, the first time they had slept together was no doubt one of the best nights in Chanyeol’s adult life. However, if the was great then, it was mind-blowing at this point because they had gotten so well acquainted with each other’s bodies by now that Sehun knew exactly what buttons to press to reduce Chanyeol to a writhing mess, panting with desire. He could only hope that he satisfied Sehun as well… which seemed to be the case, since Sehun wasn’t sleeping with anyone else at the moment. He had told him explicitly so, though he also added that it had nothing to do with wanting to be faithful. It was just a matter of convenience, “I’m tired of ing my way through my contacts list” he had said. Sehun had made it clear to Chanyeol that he didn’t want any romantic feelings to develop between them because he just wasn’t able to give in that capacity. That arrangement was perfectly fine by Chanyeol. As far as he was concerned, he too was in no position to be falling in love with someone new.  At least not right now. 

Nevertheless, the was but one aspect of his relationship with Sehun. If anything, the biggest “benefit” that Chanyeol considers himself to have obtained from their present arrangement was the friend in found in Sehun. In fact, their encounters were becoming less and less about just satisfying each other physically, and more about actually getting to know each other as people. Chanyeol found that not only did Sehun have the same interests that he did, he also had a knack for being a very good confidant and offering (surprisingly) sound advice. Somewhere along the line, Sehun had become someone that he could trust. 

Deep in thought, he startles when he feels his phone suddenly vibrate. It’s a text… from Sehun? Come find me, I need help. 

Without a second thought, Chanyeol rises from the sofa and makes his way to the restroom. 

“Sehun?” He calls out quietly as he enters, sighing in relief when Sehun waves a hand over the handicap stall at the end. 

“In here,” he says and Chanyeol dutifully wanders over. “Is anyone else out there?”

“What?” His eyebrows knit together in confusion, but he quickly scans the area anyway. “No, there’s no one here. It’s empty. But why—” He jumps back in surprise when the door to the stall suddenly yanks open to reveal Sehun grinning deviously at him, then grabbing his arm and swiftly dragging him right in. 

Chanyeol still doesn’t understand what’s going on. “Are you okay?” He gives Sehun a once-over just to assess if anything was out of the ordinary with his companion. Sehun seemed to be completely fine… if not for the ostensible tent in his pants. Realisation dawns on him. Oh. He swallows thickly. “So… what do you need?” 

Sehun takes Chanyeol’s bag from him and rests it gently on the floor before turning to flash him a sly smile. “A would be nice,” he replies casually and has to stifle a laugh when he sees how Chanyeol immediately flushes right to the tips of his ears. 

“Are you crazy?” Chanyeol gapes at him, incredulous. “I’m not gonna your in here—”

“Fine,” Sehun hisses, narrowing his eyes at him and crowding him up against the wall. “I’ll yours then.” He sweeps in for a quick kiss before falling gracefully to his knees. Chanyeol doesn’t get the opportunity to react with how Sehun’s palm is immediately pressing against his growing bulge with resolve, whilst his other hand deftly pops open the button of his jeans. 

Sehun’s hand was now curling around and his clothed , unrelenting. Despite his reservations, Chanyeol couldn’t deny that he was , painfully so. He could feel the blood rushing in his ears as Sehun pulled his out, wrapping his fingers around the base so delicately that Chanyeol couldn’t prevent the moan from escaping his lips. This catches Sehun’s attention and he flicks his gaze back up to meet Chanyeol’s, smirking. Embarrassed, he clamps his mouth shut with a clenched fist, wincing at how loud he’d been. 

“And to think you thought this was a bad idea,” Sehun teases, letting out a faint chuckle as he tightens his hold around Chanyeol’s girth. “Honestly, you left me with no choice, you know?” He bends down to give the large uncut head in front of him a wet, sloppy kiss. “You’ve been determined to ignore me for hours now…” His tongue darts out to the precum like a popsicle. “I had to do something drastic if I wanted to recapture your attention.” He swirls his tongue smoothly around the tip before drawing back to swipe a wet stripe up the underside. Using the slickness of his saliva, Sehun began running his grip up and down the length, foreskin slowly moving with it. Chanyeol moans again wantonly, hips jerking into the touch, too lost in the haze of pleasure to be concerned with propriety or getting caught. Soon enough, Chanyeol’s is stiff and hard in Sehun’s palm, just the way Sehun wanted it to be. 

“You can pull my hair if you want,” Sehun says as his other hand reaches further down to gently fondle Chanyeol’s balls. Chanyeol purposefully one last time, he dives in without warning and engulfs the all the way down in his mouth. Chanyeol curses at the immediate heat, both hands dropping atop Sehun’s head to hold him in place, fingers slipping between smooth strands. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing Sehun like this: lips stretched around his , so pretty and pink like the flush that blossoms high on his cheeks. Sehun eats like its his last meal—, , biting; driving him so close to the edge over and over again—Chanyeol can focus on nothing else but the slick heat of Sehun’s mouth, the fluttering of Sehun’s fingertips on his bare thighs and the piercing look in Sehun’s eyes. His mouth leaves a wet trail of saliva over Chanyeol skin when he pulls back to breathe and Chanyeol is mesmerised by how positively wrecked Sehun looked, hair sticking out wildly from how roughly Chanyeol had been tugging at it. He would have come there and then if not from the firm grip Sehun was maintaining at the base of his . 

One hand slides down to cup the side of Sehun’s face. “I’m sorry for neglecting you,” Chanyeol’s voice is low and husky, causing Sehun to shudder visibly. The elder bites back a smirk of his own; he knows all too well the effect his voice has on Sehun. “I had a lot of things on my mind.” He bends down to plant a kiss to the crown of Sehun’s head. 

“Right now, I’m going to make sure you can’t think of anything else but me,” Sehun declares determinedly before pulling Chanyeol back into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around the head. This draws a loud groan from Chanyeol practically rings throughout the entire restroom. Sehun pulls away again, laughing lightly against his thigh. “Sounds like you’re gonna soon.” 

“Yes,” Chanyeol grunts out affirmatively. “I want you to too. Touch yourself.” He commands in a breathy, altered voice. His is tone domineering in a way that only comes out during and it shoots straight to Sehun’s . Sehun had always secretly found a bossy Chanyeol to be hot as and he makes a mental note to tell Chanyeol so once they’re done. He’s quick to comply, pulling his leaking out of his boxers. Right away, he does as he’s told. Using his own precum as lubricant, he fists his own arousal and it fast. 

He lowers his mouth on Chanyeol’s shaft again until his nose presses up against the flat of Chanyeol’s stomach and this makes the elder inadvertently groan, ing upwards in reflex. However, Sehun takes it like a real champ. Without gagging, he uses his free hand to pin Chanyeol’s hips in place to continue his good work without hindrance. He begins bobbing his head back and forth with more zeal now, eager to make Chanyeol fall apart. Trying to keep control of his inhibitions, Chanyeol reaches back down to grab a handful of Sehun’s hair and the loud y moan he receives in response from him vibrates through his . 

Chanyeol is getting closer and closer with each time the tip of his flirts with the back of Sehun’s throat. Suddenly, Sehun swallows and this makes Chanyeol unravel completely, hips stuttering as he comes in Sehun’s mouth, groaning lowly against his knuckles. It feels like it lasts forever but Sehun makes sure that he doesn't waste a single drop of Chanyeol’s release, and the latter shudders when Sehun meaningfully around the head of his before rising to his feet again. Sehun looks evidently pleased with himself despite his tearstained cheeks. 

“Obviously, you’re not as conservative as you thought you would be.” Sehun’s expression is smug as he wipes off the that had spilled on his hands in the aftermath of jerking himself off with some toilet roll. “Considering that you enjoyed that as much as you did.” 

“Well, maybe you’re just that good at giving head.” Chanyeol laughs a little too loudly, too blissed out from his post-ic high to care. 

“You also seemed quite intent on letting everyone know just how good I was, given how much noise you made.” Sehun lands a playful smack on Chanyeol’s bicep. 

Chanyeol takes a step closer to Sehun. “I certainly couldn’t bear the thought of your hard work going unacknowledged.”  He curls his fingers around Sehun’s and tugs once, feeling pleased when he sees how Sehun trembles. 

“Stop that.” Sehun glares at him. “There isn’t enough time for me to you, so don’t get me riled up.” 

“Oh?” Chanyeol arches a brow. “Why are you the one on top?” 

“Please,” Sehun drawls out, as if the answer was obvious. “You don’t think I’d blow you like that and still bottom for you now, did you?”

Chanyeol only chuckles in response as he pulls his jeans back on and grabs his bag. When they step outside, they are met with the scandalised expression of a Japanese man that had obviously overhead what they had been doing earlier on. He gives them the stink eye as they wash their hands at the sinks but even Chanyeol can’t find it in himself to feel ashamed, not with the adrenaline still burning inside of him. 

When they’re done, Sehun catches the man’s eyes and smiles wickedly. “Don’t worry, you can join us next time,” he says in perfect Japanese whilst Chanyeol looks on in amusement. Judging from the thoroughly flabbergasted expression he catches on the man’s face when they walk out, Chanyeol supposes it’s a good thing that he didn’t understand a word that Sehun had just uttered. 

After a quick glance at the time, the pair decide to leave the lounge and make their way directly to the gate. To thank