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Baekhyun doesn't exactly remember how he got on a comfortable bed. One moment he's lying on the couch on Jongin's apartment, and now he's resting on a bed big enough for one person to sleep in. He feels weak, his head is throbbing, his whole body chilling as he adjusts his vision around the dim-lighted room.

"You awake?"

Baekhyun turns his head to where he thinks the voice is coming from. He focuses his blurry vision as he sees the President leaning against the door with a worried face. Baekhyun inwardly panics.

"I-I'm sorry, I need to--" Baekhyun gets up from reclining position but Chanyeol is quick to push him down to lie on the bed again.

"Your fever is very high. Don't even try to move." Chanyeol fixes the blanket on top of Baekhyun's chest, and Baekhyun doesn't know if the blush on his cheeks is caused by Chanyeol being this caring to him, or just because of his high fever.

"Jongin told me you're sick so I brought you to my house. He said you have nowhere to stay."

Baekhyun nods slowly, his throat really hurts just by swallowing saliva, how much more if he talks. Chanyeol swats Baekhyun's fringe away to put his palm against Baekhyun's forehead. Baekhyun tries his best not to flinch, his heart now racing as Chanyeol senses his temperature.

"I think I should take you to the hospital, Baekhyun," Chanyeol says quietly as he withdraws his palm. "Your fever isn't going down."

"N-no, please," Baekhyun says in a croaked voice. Hospital means bills and a lot of bother to Chanyeol. Letting him stay in the President's abode is more than enough and Baekhyun doesn't know what to do anymore to return the favor. "Please, just... let me stay here for a while.. and I'll.. I'll get better."

"You'll get better faster if you're in the hospital, though."

"I-I don't want to be a burden," Baekhyun says as he tries to summon his voice, his throat really itchy. "Don't take me to the hospital."

Sighing in defeat, Chanyeol doesn't argue anymore. He opens the drawer of his beside table, getting a pad of cooling gel he bought earlier at the drug store. He tears it with his teeth while Baekhyun just stares at him with droopy eyes.

"W-what... is it, Ch-chanyeol-sunbae?"

"Cooling gel," Chanyeol says as he holds up Baekhyun's bangs covering his burning forehead. "To absorb your body heat. Get up a little so I can put this on your forehead."

Baekhyun follows, getting up slightly as Chanyeol leans in to him. This is the first time that Chanyeol is this close to him aside from the moments they fuck on the Student Council room. It feels different to Baekhyun, that his heart is clenching in stirring emotion on how the President light hands graze on his forehead as he sticks the cooling gel.

"C-cold," Baekhyun says after a while as he lies on his back. He feels shivers running through his skin as waves of chill hits his body. No matter how thick his sheets are, the cold finds its way to make him feel extremely bleak.

"I already turned up the heater. You want another blanket?"

Baekhyun shakes his head as he shudders. "N-no sunbae, I.. I can.. manage.."

"No, you can't, look at you. You're shaking. You're really pale."

"I-I'm.. sorry.."

Baekhyun wants to cry if not for the throb in his head. The thing he hates the most is to make the President worry. He's not even worthy of his concern because in retrospect, he has done nothing for Chanyeol. He is useless.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault."

"I feel... really... bad..." Baekhyun says in between pants and shaky breaths, his voice is hoarse and his mouth tastes bitter like vomit. "I'm causing you... trouble.. again."

A cold hand rests against his cheek, stroking it soothingly. "I'll make you feel better, Baekhyun."

"S-sunbae, please.. d-don't take me.. to.. the h-hospital.. Please..."

Chanyeol climbs up on the bed, settling on top of Baekhyun's scorching body. He leans in to Baekhyun as he straddles Baekhyun's thighs. "I won't do it, trust me. This will make you feel better."

Baekhyun feels the President's cold hand tracing circles against his burning neck, massaging it gently with his soothing thumb. Baekhyun shuts his eyes close, leaning in to the tender touch.

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol calls against Baekhyun's neck, warm breath fanning across warm skin and it sends Baekhyun's body ablaze. "Open your eyes and look at me."

Baekhyun does what he's told although his eyes really sting, not wanting to do anything but to sleep. He can see Chanyeol's heated eyes staring back down at him, a hint of lust and worry combined reflected on them.

"I assure you that after we did it, you will definitely feel better," Chanyeol says as he rests his both hands on the bed, lifting his weight on top of the sick boy's heated body. "Is it okay... with you?"

"But.. Y-you'll get.. sick...and.. this... is not... in the rules," Baekhyun answers, clutching on the sheets underneath him. It's the first time that Chanyeol asks him for permission to have him, especially on a bed-- on Chanyeol's bed.

Never in before they had sex on a bed because they would always fuck on the couch, on the floor, against the bathroom wall, on top of the table, in the car, or sometimes in an empty classroom. But on a bed-- this is too intimate, that Baekhyun feels his heart doubles its pounding, warmth spreading across his already red cheeks. Aside from doing it on the bed, this time Baekhyun is also sick, and having sex while he has a high fever is something... strange to think of.

"Sometimes I break my own rules," Chanyeol says as he buries his face against the crook of where Baekhyun's neck and shoulder meets. Baekhyun shudders when deep voice reverberates against the skin. "Sometimes, there's an exception.. and it can be you."

"S-sunbae, I-I don't want you to.. catch.. my cold..." Baekhyun breathes, shaky fingers trailing against Chanyeol's broad back. "Not you.."

"I'm doing this for you, to make you feel better," Chanyeol says, tone unwavering but humble. "It's not about me this time. It's all about you, Baekhyun. And if you allow me to do this, I'll be happy."

Hearing Chanyeol being happy because of him is Baekhyun's happiness as well, so he nods finally, weakly, as he mutters an audible okay under his feverish breath.

"I'll do all the work, Baekhyun. You don't need to do anything, okay?"

"O-okay," Baekhyun answers, warm tears keeping at bay not to fall to his cheeks. Being taken cared of by the President makes him glad and hurt at the same time. Because he tends to hope for more than what he should have, to ask for more than how much he is given, and to expect more of what he can't own.

But to Baekhun, he'll forget those only for this time, just this once he'll assume, that Chanyeol is looking at him the way he looks at Chanyeol. Only this once.

Chanyeol languidly kisses Baekhyun on the lips, warm lips grazing against cracked flesh. He tilts his head to the right as he kisses Baekhyun like he's pouring all the affections in the world, gentle, slow, passionate, like Baekhyun is so fragile, like he's afraid Baekhyun would break in just one harsh move.

Baekhyun kisses Chanyeol back, threading slender fingers into silver locks as he meets every peck of Chanyeol's lips against his. Hot breath escapes Baekhyun's mouth and Chanyeol swallows them all, breaking away time to time to check Baekhyun's face for signs of discomfort. Chanyeol attaches his lips again to Baekhyun's slick mouth as Baekhyun waits for the President's tongue for entrance.

But it doesn't come soon.

They kiss longer without tongue, just pairs of lips pressed against each other in a syncronized movement, grazing up and down, side by side. Chanyeol tastes sweet, like honey and his own musk that has Baekhyun moaning quietly under his breath. Then he feels it, the President's tongue asking him to part his lips, so Baekhyun obeys, accomodating Chanyeol's tongue to explore his heated mouth.

Baekhyun's hand finds its way to the small of Chanyeol's clothed back as he opens his mouth for a searing kiss, feeling Chanyeol breathe through his nose as Baekhyun sucks into his tongue. Chanyeol lets out a moan when his wet tongue glides against Baekhyun's heated tongue. He pulls away slightly to nibble Baekhyun's lower lip with his delicate teeth, before lowering down to pepper tender kisses along the expanse of Baekhyun's torrid neck.

"Ch-chanyeol.. sunbae," Baekhyun breathes as he throws back his head to the pillow when Chanyeol licks a hot stripe along his adam's apple down to his collarbones.

"Tell me what you want, Baekhyun. I'll do it for you."

"T-touch me.. please.."

Arching his back, Baekhyun holds Chanyeol's hand and brings it in front of his crotch. If Baekhyun isn't sick like this, Chanyeol might have laughed on how eager he is. Chanyeol nods and pulls away the blanket covering Baekhyun's body as it lands somewhere on the floor.

"Ugh, i-it feels.. so good..." Baekhyun says amidst his heavy panting as Chanyeol gets a hold of his hard cock, stroking it slowly while thumbing the slit to smear the wet precome forming at the blunt tip.

"Do you want it faster?"

"Y-yes.. please.." Baekhyun might be embarrassed on how needy he sounds, but he doesn't think about that for now, as the President has his large hand enveloping his leaking cock, tugging it in a faster pace.

Chanyeol shreds Baekhyun clothes carefully not to hurt him so that he is naked lying on the bed. The cold still causes Baekhyun's body to tremble, but Chanyeol's hand stroking his throbbing cock together with his eager lips attached against his sensitive nipple makes Baekhyun to withstand the chill.

"Ch-chanyeol... s-sunbae," Baekhyun wantonly moans, as he feels the pleasure spreading throughout his blazing body when Chanyeol traces two lubed fingers around his tight hole.

"Tell me if it hurts, I'll slow down," Chanyeol says as he pumps his coated fingers in and out of Baekhyun's asshole, gingerly scissoring him and stretching him properly.

A drawn-out moan leaves Baekhyun's parted lips as Chanyeol doubles the speed of his fingers, not even causing Baekhyun any hurt not discomfort. Baekhyun is really touched on how the President is handling him with care, asking him for his consent if he could insert four fingers in now.

"Yes. Ch-chanyeol.. ahh, th-there..." Baekhyun moans out particulary loud when the President nudges his sweet spot with the pad of his long fingers. He even forgot to call Chanyeol sunbae because of the utmost pleasure he is feeling right now. "More.. ah.. k-keep going..."

Chanyeol is just restraining himself for Baekhyun's state. If this is going on his way, he already fucked Baekhyun fast and hard, because Baekhyun's feverish heat is so addicting, so extremley arousing that he could come in his pants just by watching how Baekhyun withers underneath him. What he's doing right now is different, that Chanyeol doesn't know himself why is he being like this with Baekhyun. That every request Baekhyun spills from his mouth, makes Chanyeol to comply all of his needs as if he wants to take care of Baekhyun, to have him resting in his arms, to make him feel so much better.

"Ch-chanyeol-sunbae, I need.. you.." Baekhyun begs in a weak voice, canting his hips downward to fuck himself into Chanyeol's digits inside him. "P-please.. take me.. now.."

"Are you sure you're ready? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm sure..." Baekhyun answers as he grips tightly the sheets with both of his hands, waiting for Chanyeol to get ready.

Chanyeol takes off his shirt and pants, freeing his hard erection. He lathers his pulsating cock with enough lube before carefully thrusting it inside Baekhyun's twitching asshole. Muttering a trail of curses under his breath, he patiently waits for Baekhyun to adjust to his size, looking down at Baekhyun's scrunched face below him.

"Baekhyun, are you alright?"

"Y-yes," Baekhyun answers because he's really alright. What affects him is not the dick inside him, but Chanyeol's worried eyes staring down at him as if he's something precious and of worth, something to be cared about. Baekhyun's chest tightens.

"M-move, please," Baekhyun says after a while. Chanyeol pulls his cock out, slamming it back in in a gradually quickening thrust of his hips.

Baekhyun's legs are wrapped securedly around Chanyeol's torso when Chanyeol sets a rapid pace, rocking his body back and forth into Baekhyun's, pounding his length into Baekhyun's tight ring.

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol moans, hiding his face against Baekhyun's warm neck as he tenderly caresses Baekhyun's sides with his calloused hands. Baekhyun hums in utter pleasure when the President hits his prostate accurately with the snap of his hips.

"F-faster, please, h-harder, faster," Baekhyun pleads, pushing his ass down into Chanyeol's sliding member as he clutches the President's strong biceps. Chanyeol kisses his lips as he eratically thrusts his cock in a particular spot that has Baekhyun crying out in ecstasy. Baekhyun kisses Chanyeol back, moans escaping his lips that Chanyeol swallows time to time.

"Baekhyun, moan my name, Baekhyun."

"Ch-chanyeol.." Baekhyun breathes heavily, legs spread wide as Chanyeol slams into him harder. "Chanyeol..."

"Baekhyun, you're so beautiful like this," Chanyeol whispers against Baekhyun's ear as he pushes and pulls his cock, basking in Baekhyun's touches roaming around his body. "Very beautiful.. Baekhyun."

It is surprisingly foreign that Chanyeol never calls him a bitch, a whore nor a cockslut. He never tells him how needy he is for his big cock, nor how much he wants the President fucking him hard like this. But instead, Chanyeol calls him by his name, he calls him Baekhyun, Baekhyun, Baekhyun, over and over again like a mantra. In each and every passionate thrusts, their hands are intertwined tightly as if they are making love, and not just fucking and having sex for pleasure.

Baekhyun couldn't take it anymore, he feels like his heart is about to explode first before his swollen cock. Emotional tears stream down his pale cheeks as Chanyeol comes inside of him, coating his clenching walls with his warm release. Chanyeol gives Baekhyun's cock a few tugs before he is coming as well, painting Chanyeol's stomach with white. Spurts of semen releases out of Baekhyun's member as waves of shock creeps through his exhausted body.

"Ch-chanyeol.." Baekhyun heaves, chest rising and falling as he chases for his breath. He is still seated into the President's cock, waiting for the orgasm to dissipate. He's not going to hide this anymore, that he thinks if he keeps his feelings any longer, his chest would explode.

Baekhyun is taking the risk, he doesn't know what will be the concequences of his future actions, but he'll follow what his heart says. He's going to tell the truth.

"I-I want you.. to know that.. I-I.."

"What is it?" comes Chanyeol's question, not bothering to take his limp cock out of Baekhyun come-filled ass. He ignores the lack of honorifics with just Baekhyun calling him by his name.

"What do you want to say?"

Baekhyun looks up to him, then he says, "I love you, Chanyeol."

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To be continued.