*

"Who fucking stole my favorite shirt!?" Kyungsoo shouts in rage as he opens his closet, finding an empty hanger. He glares at the couple on the living room who are busy styling up their hairs.

"I don't know."

"I WASHED MY BLACK SHIRT THIS MORNING AND NOW IT'S GONE!" Kyungsoo cries. "It's just either one of you two who fucking took it!"

"You know I don't wear your small-sized shirt!" Jongin shouts back as he puts on his cardigan. "And I if I took it, I'd tell you!"

"LU-fucking-HAN."

Luhan appears behind Kyungsoo, grinning ear to ear. He is wearing Kyungsoo's plain black shirt without any single print on it, just pure pitch-black with a collar. Kyungsoo punches him on the gut, making him whimper like a puppy.

"Fuck! Ouch!"

It's Friday night, Kyungsoo's most favorite night of the week. They are heading out on a night club for some booze because that is a must, and he can't have Luhan wear his most special black shirt right now.

"Take it off. I'm gonna wear that."

"But I didn't do my laundry."

"It's not my problem anymore. Just fucking take that off!"

"You have many other shirts in your closet, why not wear them!?"

"That shirt is my favorite!"

"I don't fucking care! I want to wear it and that's final!"

"Do you wanna fucking die!?"

Jongin sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Sometimes, having two boyfriends is really a pain in the ass. Literally and figuratively.

"Babe, stop. We can't go out if you're fighting like this. Luhan, take that shirt off and just wear the shirt in my closet. The red one."

"You heard him," Kyungsoo grins. "Give it back to me."

"Fine."

Kyungsoo smiles contentedly at himself, flattening the black shirt neatly with his hand. He looks at Luhan beside him who is now the driver, having a large scowl on his face.

"What's the matter?" Kyungsoo asks, trying his best not to laugh. "Don't you like your shirt?"

"I fucking hate all of you."

Jongin snickers and Kyungsoo joins him. Luhan tries to ignore the saying on his shirt printed in bold letters:

I'm a slutty chicken, "cock-I'll-suck-for-you!"

*

"Another drink, Sir?"

"Yeah."

The heavy music is pounding into Chanyeol's ears. The reek of vodka is strong on his nostrils. The cheering of the energetic crowd is insanely beautiful. No matter how he hates to be with people, he must admit that he likes this hell of a place--- a place where he can unwind from stress on this Friday night.

The bartender puts down the counter a full glass of margarita, it's his fifth now. Chanyeol is already wasted but it's tolerable, because he still can see at the dance floor Jongin, Luhan, and Kyungsoo sensually grinding bodies and sucking faces. A contented sigh comes out of his mouth as he drinks the alcoholic liquid bottoms-up.

"You want a new drink, Sir?"

"Oh, no. Thanks. I'm good." Baekhyun furiously waves his hands to prove his point, and also because he knows his voice is too soft to be heard over the wild music. The bartender leaves him nonchalantly and tends another costumer.

"You haven't taken a single sip."

"It looks funny."

Baekhyun cups his classic martini between his threaded fingers, still looking down on the swirling motion of the spirited colorless liquid. The ice cubes are getting smaller as it melts by the liquid, and that petty fact makes him a little bit at ease. Just a little bit.

Seated on the bar stool beside Baekhyun, Chanyeol faces him swiftly and weighs him under his gaze. Shoulders stooped, arms subtly shaking, lack of eye contact, a silent mouth, his guards up, Chanyeol knows that taking Baekhyun to the night club with him is rather a bad idea.

"You all right?"

"Yes."

He places a comforting hand on top of Baekhyun's arm, and the boy looks up to him for the first time. His crescent eyes are very expressive as if they are talking to him and spilling his feelings, as always. He reads him openly. Discomfort. Worry. Fear. A hint of desire. They are all written on his face.

Chanyeol feels a tug on his chest that is uncalled for, when Baekhyun smiles at him. A restrained smile.

"You wanna go home?"

Baekhyun shakes his head. "It's Friday. They say college people don't go home early at Friday nights."

Chanyeol nods at that. "I see."

"You brought me here. I should stay where my Chanyeol sunbae is."

"Loyalty at its finest, hm?"

"Of course." Baekhyun rests his cheek on top of his palm, staring right into Chanyeol's brown eyes. "I'm only yours."

"No one's gonna hurt you as long as I'm here," Chanyeol says as he leans in closer to Baekhyun's face. "You are safe with me."

"Really?"

"I gave you my word that I will protect you."

Baekhyun nods. "Won't they come back for sure?"

"They will never come back. I know how this club works before I brought you here." Chanyeol tucks the stray hair behind Baekhyun's ear. "It's legal."

"Okay. I trust you."

"Good. Have a drink." At the mention of that, Baekhyun takes a sip of his cocktail drink. It's alcoholic.

"This tastes slightly sweet and dry."

"You wanna taste mine?" Chanyeol raises his glass of margarita, and Baekhyun, who is curious about it, nods as an answer.

"Does it have alcohol?"

"Yes, and it's good for you once in a while."

Chanyeol drinks a little amount of the liquor inside his mouth and lets it sit there on his tongue. He gestures at Baekhyun to come closer to his face, so when the latter is an inch away, he closes the tiny gap separating them. Baekhyun closes his eyes and willingly opens his lips for entrance, tasting the tequila straight from Chanyeol's mouth. The strong lemon and lime flavor flows inside his cavern as he sucks, while Chanyeol's tongue licks and slides against his tongue all through out. Some liquid drips on the side of his mouth. The rest goes down his throat.

Baekhyun swallows.

"How is it?"

"It's good," Baekhyun says, his cheeks dusting a blush of pink.

"Not my kiss. The liquor, I mean."

Baekhyun's face cringes. "Oh that. It tastes terrible."

"You want another one?"

"Yes. But don't include the vodka this time."

Chanyeol chuckles at that. He pulls Baekhyun's arm and tugs him to the dance floor. "Come on." Hand in hand, Baekhyun follows him with a renewed smile back on his face.

"But I can't dance," Baekhyun says, awkwardly looking at the people around him who is practically losing their shits. Chanyeol presses to him closer and whispers in his husky voice:

"Ninety percent of people here can't dance. And that includes us."

Shape of You blares out through the speakers and everybody starts to rock their bodies. Chanyeol bends down to match the smaller's height, harshly kissing him on the mouth. He gasps, feeling Baekhyun smiling through the kiss with his hand on his nape. The dance floor is cramped with sweaty people but Chanyeol doesn't mind, as long as Baekhyun's body is pressed against him, heatedly rubbing against his front without a care in the world. Baekhyun laughs, jumping according to the beat while he wraps his arms around Chanyeol's waist.

"That's more like it," Chanyeol slurs, his vision hazy and blurred. The alcohol is finally kicking in, and it's making his head reel. He pulls away to look at Baekhyun who's cradled on his arms. "I see you're getting the real fun now."

"It's always fun when I'm with you."

Chanyeol sees a double Baekhyun grinning at him, and it's more exciting this way.

"Kiss me then..."

Baekhyun kisses him fast and rough with lips and tongue and lust and want. Chanyeol creates a growling sound at the back of his throat as he kisses him back with greater fervor, consuming Baekhyun for all he is worth. Hands roam around heated bodies, breathing becomes labored, desires are heightened, until both are panting for air and looking at each other with lust-filled eyes.

Chanyeol is the first to speak.

"Let's get out of here."

Baekhyun passes by an opened room and sees three naked people fucking their brains out. Kyungsoo shoots him a glare as he receives two cocks up his tight ass and mouth, while Luhan and Jongin waves at Baekhyun as a short greeting as they bang their little boyfriend. Even when gone, Baekhyun can still see the image burning at the back of his eyelids, and it strangely makes him even hornier.

Chanyeol is already drunk. He is a mass of uncoordinated limbs as he clings unto Baekhyun's smaller frame while they head out of the dance floor. The taller male tugs him to somewhere, tripping into an empty room, and shoves him down the couch. Baekhyun yelps when Chanyeol hovers above him and attacks his neck, biting and sucking on the skin to have marks on the following days.

"Chanyeol sunbae, you're heavy," Baekhyun says as he keeps lying underneath. Chanyeol is now tearing his shirt down to kiss on his exposed collarbones, nibbling and sucking every part he can reach. Their positions are still awkward and uncomfortable for Baekhyun's part, since one of his legs are bent while the other one is stretched.

"Wait! Hold up!"

Chanyeol doesn't hear him--- he is already blinded by alcohol and lust, so Baekhyun doesn't have any choice to shove him away. It seems effective though, because the drunk male has stopped advancing on him, as he is lying on the other side of couch with half-lidded eyes and a goofy smile on his face.

Baekhyun heaves a sigh of relief. He shoots up and sits, looking at a half-passed out, half-awake Chanyeol beside him.

"Chanyeol sunbae," he calls, gently slapping Chanyeol's cheek in attempt to wake him from his senses, "Can you hear me? Are you already drunk?"

"Not drunk....." Chanyeol giggles and reaches for the air which is obviously not Baekhyun. "Fuck... Come here... Let's... Uggh..." He can't touch Baekhyun no matter how hard he tries reaching for him. "Ugh... Why...."

"Oh my god. You're drunk."

"Nope... Am not..."

Trails of giggles, laughters and hiccups come out of Chanyeol's mouth which Baekhyun seems to be fond of somehow. Chanyeol is lying there defenseless, smiling wide like a creep, while murmuring incoherent words to himself and giggling once in a while. So this is how he gets drunk, Baekhyun tells himself as he looks over at Chanyeol's disheveled state. He looks so cute and adorable like this.

Maybe he can have some fun with him tonight.

Baekhyun evil-laughs.

"Chanyeol, are you drunk or not?"

A giggle.

"Nooopeeee."

"How many is this I am holding?"

"Fiveeee...."

Baekhyun has one finger up.

"Can you see me?"

"Of course... you little sluuuutt."

"Am I pretty?"

"Fuck yeah....."

Baekhyun squeals.

"Am I sexy?"

"......goddamned yes."

Baekhyun grins, and leans in close to Chanyeol to say right before his lips.

"Do you love me?"

Chanyeol blinks at him and long-sighs.

"......yes."

Baekhyun lets out a victorious laugh, and obscenely crawls on top of a drunk Chanyeol. He sits on top right above his crotch and grinds his delicious ass slow and firm. He continues to do that, rubbing and bouncing against him until Chanyeol's cock is rock hard and fully erect.

"...Mnngh... Baek... Baekhyun..."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"More...."

"You want more?" Chanyeol nods. "There's no more."

Baekhyun stops dry-humping him with a little chuckle escaping his mouth. Chanyeol is thrusting his hips up, wanting for more physical contact and friction. Shoving him down, Baekhyun opens the fly of Chanyeol's pants expertly, and frees out his proud shaft that is leaking with precome.

He lets it there out in the open, exposed and throbbing.

"Fu-fuck... what's... happening..."

Because he is the sober one of them two, Baekhyun has the total control of the situation. In no time, he takes off his pants and underwear, discarding them mindlessly on the floor. He is half naked on top of Chanyeol, ass bare seated against Chanyeol's rigid erection.

"I want your cock right now and no matter how drunk you are, you have to fuck me," Baekhyun says, or rather commands. He holds up three fingers and thrusts them inside Chanyeol's parted mouth. "Suck my fingers."

Baekhyun can tell this is indeed an erotic lovely sight. Chanyeol is lapping his slender fingers with his slick tongue, rolling it skillfully until his fingers are fully coated with his rich saliva. Baekhyun withdraws his digits and immediately thrusts them inside his tight asshole, prepping and scissoring his entrance thoroughly. He fingers himself on top of Chanyeol, the saliva serving as makeshift lube for smoother penetration. He grunts and suppresses a moan when he nudges his own prostate, loving three fingers buried knuckles deep in his ass.

But he needs more. Thicker. Longer. Harder.

"....Uughh... Baekhyun... The fuuuuck... Are you....doing...."

"I'm preparing my asshole for you, you impatient son of a bitch," Baekhyun says. "Wait there until I'm done."

"....Ughhh.... Fuck.... Faster..."

"You are a hoe, Chanyeol sunbae. You are a greedy hoe for my ass."

"Ughm... Yes...."

Baekhyun laughs again. He is definitely loving this shit.

"You want it? You wanna fuck my ass that bad? Say please."

"Please....."

"Oh my god!" Baekhyun cries. "Why is he so cute."

Once done, Baekhyun grabs Chanyeol's member and smears the precome around his ring of muscles. He teases it more, circling the head against his hole but not actually inserting it inside. Chanyeol lets out a frustrated groan, much to Baekhyun's delight.

"Why.... I want it.... already... just..."

"Say I love you first and I'm gonna fuck myself on you," Baekhyun mutters. "Come on. Say it."

"Say what..."

"I love you."

"I love youuuu...."

Baekhyun, no matter how horny his is right now, still manages to internally scream in joy. A drunk Chanyeol is a cute Chanyeol, and also, a drunk Chanyeol is a Chanyeol who doesn't know how to lie.

"I'm gonna ride your cock now."

Baekhyun then does what he promised, fucking himself into Chanyeol's cock like a motherfucking cowboy. He is obscenely moaning as he sits on Chanyeol's dick up and down, sometimes grinding and sometimes stopping to clench his muscles around Chanyeol's throbbing length buried inside. Chanyeol is no different though, as he is swimming in overwhelming pleasure of sex and alcohol. They are driving him insane and ecstatic at the same time.

"Oh fuck," Baekhyun breathes, feeling the thickness of Chanyeol's cock filling him up the brim. The sight of Chanyeol looking up to him with eyes dazed and pupils blown, makes him really turned on. He fucks himself to Chanyeol while the latter enjoys the feeling of having a hot body doing all the work.

Chanyeol shortly comes inside of him, painting his walls with his thick release. Baekhyun comes all over his face and mouth. Not contented, he spurts his come on his own fingers and lets Chanyeol have a taste of it, just like how he swallows Chanyeol's come in return.

This looks so dirty and hot, but Baekhyun likes it. So does Chanyeol.

"That's amazing," Baekhyun says as he lovingly gazes at Chanyeol's passed out state. "Thank you."

As soon as the sexual bliss has died down, Baekhyun does the job to clean up Chanyeol and dress him back to his clothes. He does it to himself as well, making sure that no speck of come is left on his body. He kisses Chanyeol on the cheek before looking out of the room in search for the guys. Jongin can help him carry Chanyeol to the car.

"Are they done already?" Baekhyun asks himself as he dials Luhan's number. The older picks up, and Baekhyun knows by the way he is grunting and moaning on the other line, that they are not yet finished.

[I'm a---fuck! Fa-faster, Jongin.... There! Ahhh yes... Oh god--- hello Baekhyun?]

"Uhh... Uhm. Nevermind."

[Kyungsoo, suck harder----]

Baekhyun hangs up.

Having no choice, Baekhyun carries Chanyeol on his back with all his might, dragging him with his feet dangling against the floor. This is really difficult for his part because of their height difference, so he has to deal with Chanyeol's endless legs and heavy weight. It's fine, he can make it. Several hundred steps left and they are out of the club.

"Need some help?" a voice out of nowhere says, and suddenly Baekhyun senses someone beside him helping him carry the heavy lump on his back.

"What---"

"Just walk ahead."

The lady slings Chanyeol's arm over her shoulder so both her and Baekhyun are sharing Chanyeol's weight.

Baekhyun doesn't ask until they arrive on the car, and that is only when Baekhyun notices it's a female who helped him. The girl opens the door and pushes Chanyeol at the backseat while Baekhyun occupies the space next to him. As if very familiar of the situation, she takes the drivers seat and closes the door.

It's dark. Baekhyun can't make out her face aside from his long blonde hair.

"Thanks for helping me but who are you?" Baekhyun asks.

"Keys. Give me the keys," she says, not answering Baekhyun's question. Baekhyun gets the car keys from Chanyeol's pocket and throws them to her. He can't drive so he has no choice but to let her do the thing.

She starts the car and drives off, and Baekhyun hates the strange feeling of having someone touch the stirring wheel of Chanyeol's car, especially if it's an unknown girl who comes out from nowhere.

"Who are you?" Baekhyun asks again, furrowing his eyebrows. "Stop the car."

"I'm just trying to help you," she answers, and Baekhyun can hear the slightest smirk on her lips. "I did this before too, when I was still around."

"What does that mean?"

"It's been a while, you know. Didn't he mention me to you?"

Baekhyun doesn't like where this is going. "No."

"Does Chanyeol still live at the same place?"

"What?"

"He hasn't changed his car. Guess it's still the same address."

The way she talks and acts on things has a sense of familiarity. It's as if she had known Chanyeol for so long and she has been a part of Chanyeol's life which Baekhyun, obviously, doesn't know. There are so many questions filling his mind that he wants to ask but can't bring himself to do so.

So he just keeps quiet during the agonizing ride.

"Careful," the lady says as they trudges on the doorstep. She even knows where the location of the switch is, so she flicks it on so that they can see where they are heading to. Slumping Chanyeol on the leather couch, she releases an exhausted sigh and straightens her crumpled dress.

Baekhyun looks at her. She has long blonde hair. She is beautiful, and she looks somewhat familiar. He has seen her before, he can't just remember when and where.

Is it on some place? On a photo?

Oh, right. She's that girl, Baekhyun remembers. She's the girl on the photo Baekhyun saw under his bed. The photo was accumulated with dust and he found it the other day when he was doing some cleaning. It must've fallen from Chanyeol's book the time he took it without his permission.

Why does he have her picture?

"Tell him I came by when he wakes up," the girl says as she heads to the door, smiling confidently. "It's much better if he calls me."

"Why do I have to do that?" Baekhyun asks, as though he is a puppy barking at a stranger which the girls finds amusing. "You can leave now."

"Woah. Okay, fine."

"Leave me your name."

The girl chuckles.

"Just a girl from his past."

Baekhyun watches her leave, feeling his heart a tad bit heavier than how it is supposed to feel like. He wishes he should have been drunk and unconscious instead, so that he doesn't have to hear those words coming out of her mouth.

*

To be continued.