April 16, 2018

The next morning Baekhyun woke with a throbbing headache. He sat up with a grimace and rubbed his eyes, yawning heavily before beadily blinking his eyes open. It was then that he realized he had woken up in strange room and was sitting on a stranger's bed. And gasping, he jumped to his feet - and smacked right into something very solid, very warm, and very wet.

Baekhyun gasped again as he suddenly crashed to the floor, landing on top of that very wet something.

"Hmm," they moaned. "God, Baekhyun, are you always so confused when you first wake up," asked a very familiar, very deliciously deep voice.

Forgetting for the moment that Baekhyun was laying on top of a half-naked Chanyeol, who only had a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, he retorted back in his usual snarky manner. "Well, usually, Mr. Park, I don't wake up hangover in stranger's beds. I have more sense than that."

Chanyeol scoffed and replied, "You don't say. Now, are you going to move or should I flip you over for a quick fuck?"

Baekhyun gasped and sharply smacked Chanyeol across the face before jumped off him as he yelled, "What the hell is wrong with you!? Why do you say things like that? You could be a decent guy, Park Chanyeol, if you didn't constantly think with your dick!"

Chanyeol huffed and stood up too as he retorted, "Well, Mr. Byun, when you grow up living a life like mine, you begin to figure it doesn't matter anymore what people think of you, and you begin to do as you please."

"Oh, you really want to compare life stories? Well, Mr. Park, let's just say I never hurt myself falling off a bike!"

Chanyeol exhaled a calming breath through his nose and said, "Seems we both have secrets the other doesn't know about . . ."

"Seems that way . . ." Baekhyun muttered quietly, finally calming down.

A quiet moment passed before Chanyeol was taking a step towards Baekhyun as he asked, "Do you maybe want to go out tonight, since yesterday didn't exactly go as planned . . .?" Chanyeol trailed off.

Baekhyun furrowed his brow and plopped onto the edge of the - annoyingly - soft bed and said, "Okay, it seems we're just going to ignore what happened . . . And speaking of last night, what even happened? It's all a hazy blur to me....I just remember going there, and then some vague images and lots of noise before finally waking up here."

Chanyeol chuckled and replied, "Oh, that's right, you were totally wasted last night. Well, Mr. Byun, you are here because I couldn't remember where you lived and you were too drunk to even tell me much less speak."

Baekhyun grimaced and rubbed his forehead while he muttered, "Oh wow, that's embarrassing. And did anything else happen that I should know about?"

Chanyeol produced another towel from a elegantly craved cabinet and rubbed it through his hair as he teasingly mused, "Oh, where to start...."

Baekhyun groaned and dropped onto the bed, and cried in a muffled voice, "Stop pussy footing around and just tell me!"

There was a low chuckle before the bed dipped down, and Chanyeol's deep voice filled the room. "I'll tell you everything that happened, and I won't sugarcoat it. You had wanted to dance after having two to many drinks and ended up grinding your ass up against me. And Baekhyun, let me just say, OH MY FUCKING GOD! If you ever do that to me again, drunk or not, I don't give a damn, but I'm taking you."

Baekhyun's jaw dropped and he cried, "Oh my God, Chanyeol! You're such a horny bastard, and if you ever dare to do that I'll scoop your fucking eyeballs out with a spoon!"

Chanyeol just rolled his eyes and continued on by saying, as if Baekhyun had never spoken, "So yeah, you grinded your ass against me, then you left barely visible hickeys on my neck, and . . . you made out with some stranger."

Baekhyun's ears perked up at this, and flustered, he flipped over onto his back and quickly sat up while demanding, "Please, tell me you stopped me from making a serious mistake?"

Chanyeol nodded and picked at his towel while muttering, "Well, you wouldn't exactly be here if I hadn't, now would you . . .?"

And then, unexpectedly, Baekhyun threw his arms around Chanyeol's neck as he furiously whispered, "Thank you so much, Chanyeol! I brought Kyungsoo with me so that very thing wouldn't happen. And where was he when I did, anyway?" Baekhyun asked as he pulled away.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, but silently wishing Baekhyun hadn't let him go, as he replied, "He was chatting up my brother." Then Chanyeol rolled his eyes. "And that dweeb was hanging on his every word."

Baekhyun pursed his lips and crossed his arms, demanding, "Did you just call my best friend, a dweeb, Mr. Park Chanyeol?"

Chanyeol chuckled and tousled Baekhyun's hair, making him smack him before he replied, "No, silly, I was calling my brother the dweeb." He chuckled again.

Baekhyun furrowed his brow and tenuously asked, "Um, Chanyeol? You and your brother, you don't seem very much alike . . ."

Chanyeol sighed, and then replied, "That's because we're not. His real name is Kim Jongin, and he was adopted. He refuses to go by 'Park' since he can still remember his birth parents." And with that, Chanyeol sighed heavily once again.

Baekhyun's brow furrowed in concern, and he softly asked, "Chanyeol, are you okay?"

Chanyeol just shook his head, and then his face growing serious - more serious than Baekhyun's ever seen - Chanyeol asked, "Can I trust you, Baekhyun?"

Baekhyun nodded slowly, concern etched all over his face as he hoarsely replied, "Of course, you can Chanyeol. You can tell me anything."

Chanyeol smiled thinly and muttered, "Well, that's good. Um, well, you see, my parents are . . . I mean, aren't really my parents, I was . . . adopted too. Mrs. Park couldn't have children."

Baekhyun's eyes widened and he gasped, "I never knew that!"

Chanyeol chuckled almost darkly and retorted, "Well, isn't that the point of a secret? For it to stay a secret? Although, I did just blab it to you . . . so now it's not so much a secret anymore."

Baekhyun gently touched Chanyeol's arm and softly muttered, "Don't worry, I'll never tell anyone."

Chanyeol smiled tiredly and slowly lifted his hand, gently caressing the back of his hand over Baekhyun's cheek as he whispered, "Thank you, because the name 'Park' is the only one I've ever know. Unlike Jongin, I never knew my parents, the only parent's I've ever known have been the Park's, and if their name was to be ruined by me, you have no idea how greatly that would hurt me."

Baekhyun smiled sadly and placed his hand over Chanyeol's, the one that was still resting on his cheek, and murmured, "Don't worry, Chanyeol, your family's secret is safe with me." Then he smiled more warmly and stood up as he asked, "So Mr. Park, how about we do a redo on that date of ours?"

A wide smile slowly spread across Chanyeol's face as he asked, "Our date, Mr. Byun? I never referred to our drink night, as a date."

Baekhyun fought back his blush and playfully smacked Chanyeol's arms as he cried, "Fine then, Mr. Park, let's call it a business date."

Chanyeol smirked and hummed, "Hmm, very professional, Mr. Byun." And then, quicker than Baekhyun could comprehend, Chanyeol ducked his head to kiss the hollow below Baekhyun's neck, gently biting at his sweet skin before pulled away. "Just think of that as a preview, okay?" Chanyeol muttered with a sly grin.

Baekhyun was too flustered to speak, and stammering, he said, "O-oh, ok-okay."

Chanyeol just chuckled and ran his hand through Baekhyun's hair as he huskily murmured, "Or we could always skip the preview and just go straight to the main event . . .?" Chanyeol suggested seductively.

Baekhyun blushed and quickly shook his head as he hurriedly said, "No, I love previews, I think I'll just stick with those for now. But th-thank you, Mr. P-Park, for the offer."

Chanyeol chuckled and dropped his hand, saying, "Okay then, Mr. Byun, why don't you get dressed for our business date, then?"

Baekhyun was in the middle of putting his shirt on from the night before when he felt two hands skim across his exposed abdomen, and jumping from the unexpected touch, Baekhyun ripped his shirt off and shot daggers at Chanyeol. "What the hell where you just doing?" Baekhyun demanded.

Chanyeol just shrugged innocently and retorted, "Sorry, but not really. Your skin is just so touchable."

Baekhyun's eyes narrowed and he quickly put his shirt on before saying, "Okay, new rule. You can look but not touch. Got it?"

Chanyeol pouted and mumbled, "Yeah, but that's no fun."

Then a sudden devilish smirk upturned one corner of Baekhyun's mouth and he asked, "Do you really think that? Because sometimes . . ." Baekhyun trailed off as he suddenly ran a hand down his chest to hover over his belt buckle. "Sometimes things can be really good when you're not allowed to touch . . . but just watch. Wouldn't you agree, . . . Mr. Park?" Baekhyun asked slyly.

Chanyeol noticeably gulped before hoarsely asking, "Byun Baekhyun, are you going to put on a show?"

Baekhyun smirked and stepped towards Chanyeol, hovering with a hand just inches away from his chest as he responded, "Be a good boy, Chanyeol, and I'll give you the show of your life."

"Holy fuck!" Chanyeol yelled before making a sudden lunge towards Baekhyun, who playfully shrieked before darting into the bathroom. Chanyeol pounded on the door and yelled, "Mr. Byun, you know this business date will more than likely end very un-business-like, correct?"

"Oh, I'm well aware, Mr. Park," Baekhyun called back.

"And how does that make you feel?" Chanyeol asked more softly as he rested his forehead against the door.

Baekhyun sighed and opened the door, looking up at Chanyeol with a deepthless gaze before replying, "Afraid and thrilled beyond words."

Chanyeol softly smiled and leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to Baekhyun's forehead before gently responding, "You make me so nervous and crazy. I can't control what I say around you."

Baekhyun smiled and replied, "You make me mad and sometimes really mad, but you also make me smile. And as you've seen, I can't control myself around you either."

"So what does this mean . . .?" Chanyeol asked.

"It means we're just two business partners having an affair."

"Why an affair?" Chanyeol asked.

Baekhyun stepped back and glanced up at Chanyeol before responding, "Well, we obviously can't have anybody knowing. It could damage out public image and possibly our company's, and I, for one, do not want that. So we'll have to be a secret, Chanyeol. The question is, do you want me for more than just a late night fuck?"

Baekhyun's words hurt, and Chanyeol didn't realize how much that could hurt him until they came from this amazing man's mouths.

"You'll never be just a late night fuck to me, Byun Baekhyun," Chanyeol softly said.

--

"Why is everything you do or buy so expensive?" Baekhyun asked as he skimmed over the dinner menu.

Chanyeol just shrugged and replied, "Because my life wasn't always so perfect, and having the finer things keeps people from leaving. They're addicted to the wealth."

Baekhyun's brow furrowed, and slightly confused, he glanced up at Chanyeol while asking, "So you only do all this stuff so people won't leave you?" Chanyeol merely nodded, and Baekhyun pursed his lips. "Well, I for one don't plan on leaving you, Mr. Park, even if you land yourself living in a box on the side of the road I would still happily be your neighbor."

Chanyeol pursed his lips to hold back a smile and closed his menu, saying, "Okay, then, Mr. Byun, would you prefer to go somewhere else? I can also show you sides of myself that only a handful of other person know about, so what do you say?"

A small smile ghosted across Baekhyun's lips as he replied, "I'd love that, Chanyeol."

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