*

"Stop crying already."

As if he doesn't hear anything, Jongin sobs even louder that people at the airport are shooting him weird glances. Kyungsoo deadpans and pats his back half-heartedly while Jongin continues to cry, his shoulders trembling everytime he sobs.

"He's just too emotional that you're leaving," Kyungsoo says with a helpless sigh. Luhan shrugs beside him, grinning when Jongin uses his shoulder to lean on as he cries.

"Well, thank you for seeing me off," Sehun says as he prepares to pull his luggage, "Even it's not really necessary for the three of you to come. But still, I'm glad you consider me as your friend."

"Baekhyun's friend is my friend!" Luhan butts in, which Sehun only responds with a nonchalant look. "Don't forget to buy me Balenciaga shoes when you come back, okay?"

"And a new shirt for me," Kyungsoo mumbles under his breath, clearing his throat. "I prefer anything black without design. Ah, Privè will do."

Sehun may have wanted to complain and tell them he's going to New York for his freaking studies and not for leisure, but the dreamy sparkles in their eyes tell him not to do so.

Instead he just nods, smiling a little, "Sure."

"Omg, thank you!" the couple rejoice as they do a hi-five.

Jongin is otherwise though, as he is still silently moping with his shoulders slumped dejectedly.

"Hey, what do you want me to buy for you?" Sehun asks, but Jongin only glares at him, "Is there something wrong?"

"You tell me what's wrong," Jongin says and crosses his arms while his boyfriends at the side just listen curiously at them, "You're leaving me, your 'best' friend, all of a sudden without any warning! That, dude, is something wrong."

"But I already told you I was leaving for New York like, a month ago," Sehun says, lifting an eyebrow, "You were even the first person I've told this about. Don't you remember?"

Jongin clears his throat, "But still," Kyungsoo throws him a judging look, so he tears his gaze away and flails his arms aimlessly, "S-so, h-how about our weekend PUBG league!? Huh!? Who's gonna be my teammate now?! I don't wanna play with Luhan, though! He's a fucking noob! And, and, that time you said we were gonna hang out and eat in a spicy rice cake restaurant! How are we gonna do that if you're just gonna leave me like this! Huh!?"

"But I already told you that today is my flight and the university---"

"How about that one time you said we were gonna go hiking on a mountain and..."

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and drags an unsuspecting Luhan with him, "Come on, let's just give them privacy."

"I want to eat spicy rice cakes," Luhan says as he follows Kyungsoo to the exit with a spring on his steps.

"You're so mean, you fucking bastard," Jongin mutters, and there are seriously tears streaming down his face. He rubs his eyes while Sehun only looks at him with worry. "I know this may sound gay as fuck but I'm already gay and so are you so I'm just gonna say this anyway."

Jongin lifts his face and stares at Sehun in the eyes.

"I'm going to miss you."

Sehun doesn't say anything as he only keeps quiet, waiting for the other male to speak.

"Maybe my life would be different now without you, Sehun."

Sehun opens his mouth to speak but the announcement blaring through the speakers beats him to it. He cranes his neck up to check the monitor while Jongin only looks at him. Glancing around, he sees passengers hurrying to their respective destinations. He peeks at his watch, seeing it's already time for him to go.

"Here," he says, offering Jongin a handkerchief he got from his pocket, "Wipe your tears. I won't feel at ease seeing you look like a mess before I leave."

Jongin takes it anyway and blows his nose on it. Sehun cringes.

"Thank you." Jongin notices his boyfriends now gone beside him. "Wait, where did they go?"

"They just went outside."

"So..." Jongin pouts when he recovers. "Is this really the goodbye?"

"Jongin, I'm just gonna stay there for a week. Two weeks is more than enough," Sehun explains, wearing his shades to cover his eyes. "It's not like I'm gonna stay there for vacation and join Baekhyun."

"I'll wait for you, then," Jongin says sadly. He awkwardly reaches Sehun's cheek and gives it a light tap. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

"Yeah, you too."

"Call me whenever you have time."

"Okay."

"I'll always think about you."

"I'll---" Sehun coughs, "Me too."

Walking near Jongin, Sehun gives him a bro-hug which Jongin extends by embracing him extra tight he lifts Sehun up above the floor. Sehun leans in closer and whispers something into his ear before he finally bids goodbye. Jongin falls silent as he stands frozen on his spot while he stares blankly at his friend's disappearing back.

He looks down at his crotch.

"Fuck."

"You're wearing your boxers over your pants."

*

Baekhyun can't help staring.

The good morning greeting catches inside his throat when he pauses to admire Chanyeol's side profile just as soon as he wakes up. The male is sitting quietly beside him on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard with his legs crossed freely. He is listening to the pair of earphones stuck inside his ears as he takes his time relishing the view outside the balcony with a peaceful look on his face. When the warm sunlight streaks through the curtains, Chanyeol does some crinkling motion with his eyes which Baekhyun finds really cute.

"You didn't wake me up again."

Chanyeol is too pre-occupied staring at a distance, obviously drowned in his deep thoughts to even hear Baekhyun talk. He doesn't realize him shifting on the bed as he slightly gets up.

"Good morning, Chanyeol sunbae."

Chanyeol doesn't respond. He keeps his head turned to the window.

Baekhyun decides to pull the wire of his earphones to catch his attention. "Good morning." That is only when the other male finally looks at him, looking a bit startled and baffled. He looks so lost who just realized he's here on the bed with Baekhyun. "What are you listening at this early again?"

Chanyeol removes the other pair of earphone and keeps his phone away, clearing his throat. "Nothing."

"I'm curious! Was it my voice recording again?"

"No, I'm not listening to anything," Chanyeol replies, "I just wanted to block the noise of your loud snores while you sleep."

Baekhyun's cheek flushes. "What? I snore during sleep?"

"Yes, you do." Chanyeol studies Baekhyun's face who has dried drool marks on the side of his lips. He has messy bed nest hair, too. "Good morning, by the way."

"I'm hungry," Baekhyun says with a yawn while stretching his arms like a cat. His pajamas ride up slightly to reveal his tummy.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Your cock."

Chanyeol only stares.

Baekhyun grins and shrugs. "Please?"

"Fine then," Chanyeol says, removing the blanket covering his lap and putting it on the side. He adjusts his position so that he is sitting more comfortably on the bed. "Put your mouth into good use."

Kneeling, Baekhyun goes in front of him and is about to reach the waistband of his shorts when Chanyeol grabs his wrist all of a sudden. Confused, Baekhyun stares at his hand then up to his face.

"Didn't you hear me?" Chanyeol says, "I said put your mouth into good use. I didn't tell you to use your hands."

"Y-you mean, I can't use my hands?"

Chanyeol nods and spreads his legs apart so that Baekhyun can gain full access and have a better view of his clothed crotch. Baekhyun stares at it, salivating at the sight.

He's really hungry now.

"What are you waiting for," Chanyeol gestures at his awaiting dick, "Eat your breakfast now."

"But how am I gonna---"

"Put your hands behind your back and come here."

Baekhyun obediently does what he's been told as he inches closer to Chanyeol. Chanyeol caresses his smooth cheek fondly as he looks into his anticipating eyes. Baekhyun doesn't expect him smiling ever so sweetly that has his heart thumping which is uncalled for.

But what he doesn't expect more is Chanyeol suddenly grabbing his hair and harshly pushing his head down, shoving his entire face against his crotch.

Baekhyun lets out a small whimper, "Mngh!"

"You know how this works, right?" Chanyeol asks which Baekhyun replies with an eager nod, licking his lips slowly and keeping his hands secured behind his back like a captive, "Good, you may start."

Opening his mouth, Baekhyun leans his body down and darts his tongue out to lick Chanyeol's clothed cock, burying his face into it. Biting the bump gently as it grows rigid inside, he spits a small amount of saliva on it to make the fabric wetter and easier to suck. He chews on it, sliding his slick tongue around the curve of Chanyeol's length.

Chanyeol throws his head back, guiding Baekhyun's head in between his legs. He feels teeth nipping on the skin below his belly button, before Baekhyun uses his perfect teeth to tug down the garter of his underwear.

"Fuck, that's hot," Chanyeol mutters as he helps Baekhyun get rid of his boxers. Baekhyun smiles at him, eyeing that long cock springing free it hits his nose in the process. He bends down again, grinding his cheek against the shaft up and down since he can't use his hands.

"It's hard now," Baekhyun remarks, watching in awe how the cock stands proud and tall before eyes. He wants to grab and hold it though, if not for Chanyeol's order. He gives the head one teasing lick before watching it again sway side to side. "Wow! It seems like it has its own life!"

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol deadpans, "I didn't tell you to just stare at my dick. Suck it now before I fuck your face with it."

Baekhyun chuckles. "Okay!"

Then he is putting Chanyeol's hard cock inside his hot mouth to blow him, not forgetting to bob his head up and down until the tip reaches his throat. He releases the length to swirl his tongue around the tip as he sensually sucks. Chanyeol has his hand through his hair to help him do his job properly.

"Ugh... Baekhyun, that's right. Keep going," Chanyeol moans wantonly, feeling Baekhyun hallow his cheeks for friction as he swallows his manhood whole. "Fuck, that feels so damn good. More."

"I can't take this anymore, Sir. I want to ride you already," Baekhyun pleads with his puppy eyes, fidgeting uncomfortably on his knees. "Please! I need your cock inside me now!"

"Alright, take off your pajamas so---" Chanyeol isn't even finished with his sentence when Baekhyun is already ripping off his clothes so that he is stark naked in front of him.

"Now it's your turn to suck," Baekhyun says, thrusting two fingers into Chanyeol's mouth. "Suck!"

Although a little unsure, Chanyeol just opens his mouth anyway. He coats Baekhyun's fingers with his saliva generously, and he can see in Baekhyun's reaction that he's getting overly turned on having his fingers sucked like this.

"Come on, do it faster," Chanyeol urges impatiently as he strokes his own cock inside his fist, watching how Baekhyun fingers his own asshole. "Goddamnit, Baekhyun, until when are you gonna be finished?"

"W-wait a second, I'm just---ahh," Baekhyun pants heavily, burying his face into the crook of Chanyeol's neck while he works three persistent fingers in and out of his hole, "I'm just properly loosening it!"

Frustrated and mad about making him wait for so long, Chanyeol immediately yanks Baekhyun's hand away from his ass and without a single thought, thrusts his cock up inside the hole. Baekhyun gasps and holds Chanyeol's shoulders for support now that he's seated deep on his big cock.

Chanyeol smirks. "There."

"B-but I wasn't ready yet!" Baekhyun cries, yet he is moving his ass up and down the length slowly anyway, "Ahh--- I feel so full!"

Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun's hair as he fucks his ass rough, aiming for his prostate accurately. Baekhyun is a moaning mess now, meeting Chanyeol's thrusts by canting his hips down and bouncing up on Chanyeol's throbbing cock. He spreads his legs wider while Chanyeol fucks him senseless, now drilling his asshole as the bed creeks with their movements.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Baekhyun moans in time with Chanyeol's deep grunts. He can feel his own dick swell everytime it grinds against Chanyeol's abs. It makes him want to release his load desperately soon. "Ch-chanyeol, fuck me faster and deeper... And please, touch my cock, too..."

"Such a horny bitch," Chanyeol mutters as he grins, getting a hold of Baekhyun's hard cock to thumb its leaking head. He strokes it furiously, feeling Baekhyun spasm like crazy on top of his lap. "You wanna come?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, ride my cock just like this."

Baekhyun's phone on top of the desk far away from them suddenly rings, making the both of them slow down their sexual activity. Chanyeol is still fucking Baekhyun's ass, though, as Baekhyun on the other hand looks towards his phone's direction.

"I wonder who's calling," Baekhyun says, his attention now diverted to his phone which doesn't stop ringing. He sets aside for a while the pleasurable feeling of Chanyeol's dick fucking his ass right now as he thinks who it might be. What if it's really urgent? What if it's Chanyeol's mother who's already looking for him because he's missing at the mansion?

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol calls when he notices Baekhyun spacing out in the middle of their sex. He pauses fucking him but not really pulling his dick out of his ass, "Hey, come back to your senses."

"I think I should answer the call."

"Are you kidding me?" Chanyeol blurts out, "We're having sex right now, for fuck's sake and you're deciding to leave me hanging?"

Baekhyun pouts, "But what if it's important!"

"I don't care who the hell---no wait." Chanyeol stops when he thinks of a brilliant idea. He smirks. "Yeah, I think you should answer the call." Baekhyun gives him a confused look while Chanyeol only grips his waist tighter. "Alexa, who's calling?"

Baekhyun's eyes widen in utter shock when a green light suddenly blinks above the television.

[Hi. Oh Sehun is calling.]

Chanyeol smiles at Baekhyun. "Alexa, answer the call."

[Okay, here you go.]

Baekhyun holds his breath inside his chest, hearing shuffling noises on the other line. Chanyeol then begins to thrust his cock back again, making sure to hit Baekhyun's sweet spot dead on that has his toes curling in pleasure.

[Hey, Baekhyun. What's up? I just called to check up on you. What are you doing right now?]

"He's getting his ass fucked," Chanyeol whispers coyly into Baekhyun's ear, sending tingles into Baekhyun's spine. Baekhyun can't help but just throw weak punches at Chanyeol as he keeps on riding Chanyeol's dick up and down "Babe, he's asking you. You should answer him."

[Uh, Baekhyun? Are you there?]

"Y-yes! I'm---ah! Here! H-hi, Sehun!" Baekhyun says, almost out of breath when Chanyeol flips him over so that they're on a doggy position. Chanyeol fucks his ass from behind so he grips on the bed for leverage. "Ugh! Oh god, more!"

[Hey, what's happening? Are you okay?]

"Yes, I am! I'm just!" Chanyeol's hand quickly travels in front of Baekhyun's crotch to grab his cock, stroking it along with his powerful thrusts, "In the middle--- ah! Of my work out session!"

[Oh, so you're hitting the gym now? That's great.]

Chanyeol cackles, then he trails soft kisses down Baekhyun's neck, choosing a particular spot to suck on. Baekhyun whimpers, feeling the skin getting bitten and licked harshly.

[Are you lifting weights or just, you know, running on a treadmill?]

"T-treadmill!"

"What a good liar we have here," Chanyeol mutters into Baekhyun's lips, before claiming them for a torrid kiss. Baekhyun kisses him back with fervor, tasting Chanyeol's tongue with his own and letting him suck his mouth while they fuck relentlessly.

[How's the weather there? Is it good?]

"Mmnghh!" Baekhyun moans when Chanyeol lifts his right leg, fucking him sidewards for better angle, "Ah, so good!"

[That's a relief then. Well, I heard that it frequently rains in New York so you better bring an umbrella wherever you go. I don't want you getting sick so always keep healthy.]

Baekhyun can't really focus right now because of Chanyeol's cock, yet he can't just hang up knowing Sehun wants to strike a good conversation.

But he can't just talk like this especially if Chanyeol is making him hard to do it. Figuratively and literally.

"S-sehun, I'll---" Chanyeol pulls his dick out and thrusts it back in, "Call you later when I'm done---ah! Goodbye!"

[You seem busy right now so I should hang up. I'll wait for your call.]

"Okay!"

The phone call ends with Baekhyun screaming out Chanyeol's name as he comes hard on the sheets. He strokes his twitching cock into completion while Chanyeol spurts his thick release inside his asshole, painting it with his cum until it drips on his thighs.

They both plop on the bed to recover from their high, catching for their breaths. Chanyeol turns to Baekhyun beside him and laughs, but the other male only glares angrily at him, throwing him a shirt that hits his face.

That hurts. Chanyeol puts it away "Ouch! What the!"

"Don't do it again!" Baekhyun yells, then he is going out of the bed to get his phone. Chanyeol watches how Baekhyun's sexy ass sways as he walks, then he lifts his gaze up to Baekhyun who's now fuming. "Don't touch my phone and don't ever answer my calls!"

"What did I do?" Chanyeol innocently asks, following a naked Baekhyun with his eyes who is now heading towards the television with heavy stomps. "Hey, why are you getting angry all of a sudden?"

"Oh, so this is Alexa," Baekhyun gets the black tube-like speaker, then he looks around the place. "Who the hell is she!? Is she watching us!? Why does she have access on my phone!?"

[Hi, I'm Alexa. Nice to meet you.]

"Put that down, okay? That's---" Baekhyun throws the amazon echo on the floor it ends up into pieces. Chanyeol's eyes practically widen. "The fuck did you just do!? Why are you breaking stuff!"

"Why are you answering my calls in the first place!" Baekhyun banters, then he grabs a robe to cover himself, still glaring at Chanyeol on the bed, "Sehun called for the first time in weeks and you just had to do that while fucking me? You could've just left my phone alone so I could talk to him alone!"

Chanyeol can't believe Baekhyun has the audacity to get mad and raise his voice at him.

"Oh, so you talk like you didn't like how we did it? And who told you to lie to him?" Chanyeol says as he wears his shirt, "If you wanted to talk to that guy in the first place then you shouldn't have asked for my cock!"

"I didn't know he'd be calling me right now!"

"So you've been waiting for his call all this time?"

"Yes!"

Chanyeol falls silent.

Baekhyun himself is surprised of his answer. "I mean." He looks away, rubbing his neck. "He said he's gonna say something important to me so---"

"More important than I am?"

Chanyeol is giving him that look again and it sends a sudden clench in his heart. Failing to answer that, Baekhyun stays quiet as Chanyeol heads straight to the bathroom. Wordlessly, he passes by Baekhyun that their shoulders brush in the process, and closes the door with a loud thud.

Baekhyun flinches at the sound.

He hears the shower opening so he just sighs, staring at the device he just broke on the floor.

"I must've gone insane," he tells himself while picking up the scattered pieces, "Why did you break it, Baekhyun? That was so childish of you."

His phone vibrates so he reads the message.

From: Sehun
Let's meet at Birch Coffee at 11.
PS. I'm here now in New York. Surprise!

Baekhyun clamps his mouth shut, his jaw dropping in surprise while his eyes widen.

"He's here for real!? Oh my god! Aaahhhh!"

He quickly looks at his watch seeing it already 10:30. Hurrying up, he cleans himself in a rush with small towels and washes his face, not bothering to straighten up his crumpled clothes as he gets out of the hotel suite. He has a bright smile across his face, thinking about seeing Sehun again after nearly a year.

He can just text Chanyeol and tell him he went out for a while.

"Oh god, I'm excited to see him!"

*

When Chanyeol gets out of the shower, Baekhyun is gone.

"Did he just leave?"

Looking around the messy suite, he dries his hair using a towel as he walks towards the bed to gather his clothes. A feeling of emptiness lingers inside of him, hearing nothing but silence.

It makes him uneasy.

Mindlessly, he walks towards the door, thinking of following Baekhyun. Did he go home already? Did he perhaps go to somewhere far? Did he meet with somebody?

Chanyeol opens the door but suddenly stops, feeling cold air hitting his skin.

So he looks down.

That is only when he realizes he's still not wearing pants.

"Right," he chuckles to himself, shaking his head. "I forgot to wear pants. How fucking dumb I am." Like a lost person, he finds his way back to the bed and puts on his pants. He also gets his phone and his earplugs, putting them inside his pockets.

"Alexa, where is Baekhyun right now?"

No one answers him.

"Right," Chanyeol sighs, massaging his temples, "He already broke it."

Baekhyun is already at the cab when he receives a text from Chanyeol. He reads it.

I'm not mad so just come back here. I'll wait for you.

Baekhyun scoffs, rolling his eyes, "He could've just texted he was sorry."

His phone vibrates again.

I'm sorry. Just don't leave me like this.

Baekhyun internally blushes reading the cheesy message while his entire face grows hot.

"Okay, I'll come back to you but first," he looks outside the window of the cab with an excited smile on his lips, "let me meet Sehun for now."

*

To be continued.