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baekhyun/tao
r for dicks, 630 words
"Finding ways to shamelessly flirt even when they are in different countries"
g_odalisque13 ♥baekhyun/tao
r for dicks, 630 words
"Finding ways to shamelessly flirt even when they are in different countries"
Baekhyun's eyes widen when he sees the picture that Zitao's sent him and he slaps his phone facedown against his leg. He does his best to keep his composure, even though Chanyeol is eyeing him curiously from the chair next to him. Feigning nonchalance, Baekhyun waits until Chanyeol shifts his attention away and he's laughing at whatever game Sehun and Jongin are playing. It seems to involve a lot of punching. It always involves a lot of punching.
Casually, so casually, Baekhyun turns his phone over again. This time he's prepared, but that doesn't stop him from inhaling sharply. He's glad he's not quick to blush, because this would probably be the kind of situation that calls for it.
The night before EXO-M left for China, Baekhyun and Zitao had spent the night in Zitao's room, watching movies on Yifan's laptop. When he'd toyed with Zitao's fingers and joked that Zitao should send him naked pictures if he missed him, Baekhyun had never expected he actually...would.
And yet somehow, he's sitting backstage with a picture of Zitao on his phone that is definitely incriminating. He knows it's dumb to even be looking at this right now, but he can't tear his eyes away from the sharp lines of Zitao's hips and the way the waistband of his boxer briefs stretch across them. The best part, of course, is what's below that: the outline of Zitao's cock, hard and pushing against the fabric of his briefs.
Baekhyun stares at his phone until he's pretty sure the image is ingrained in his brain. He shifts a little in his seat and clears his throat and not for the first time, he wishes that China weren't so far away.
“What're you looking at?” Chanyeol's deep voice startles Baekhyun out of his revery and he reflexively flicks the screen off. Thank god for his quick reaction time.
“A text from your mother,” Baekhyun says smoothly. “She just wanted to thank me for a very, very good night.”
Chanyeol squawks in mock outrage as he swings at Baekhyun, no force behind it. “My mother is a saint,” he protests, shoving Baekhyun's shoulders so he rocks in his chair.
Baekhyun laughs, tucking his phone into his pocket, pleased at the way it's forgotten as Chanyeol plays along. The picture hasn't left his mind, though. Even as he's slapping Chanyeol's hands away, there's a part of him that wants to know what it feels like, to trace his thumbs down Zitao's hipbones.
When Chanyeol catches his eye again, Baekhyun can see he's curious, but Baekhyun just shakes his head. He's sure Chanyeol will wiggle it out of him, at night, when they're in their room, but now isn't the time or place. Especially not when he feels his phone vibrating and announcing the arrival of another text message.
This is safer. hyung? says the first one. i'm sorry, says the next. Baekhyun looks up quickly. The PD is waving at Joonmyun, flashing an outstretched hand to tell them they've got five minutes. He's got a second.
why? I'm not.
“Someone looks pretty pleased with himself,” Sehun says suspiciously.
Baekhyun grins at him, and he doesn't even mind when Sehun's eyes narrow even further. “Oh, you've got no idea,” he agrees. Joonmyun has his leader face on, the one that says 'phone away, Baekhyun', but Baekhyun isn't ready for that yet. i hope that's a promise for when you're back. He pauses, then adds: or tonight. Pressing send sets a thrill racing up his spine and he can't hold back his smile.
Two weeks until EXO-M is back in Korea. He's got the feeling that he and Zitao can figure out a very pleasant way to pass the time.
Casually, so casually, Baekhyun turns his phone over again. This time he's prepared, but that doesn't stop him from inhaling sharply. He's glad he's not quick to blush, because this would probably be the kind of situation that calls for it.
The night before EXO-M left for China, Baekhyun and Zitao had spent the night in Zitao's room, watching movies on Yifan's laptop. When he'd toyed with Zitao's fingers and joked that Zitao should send him naked pictures if he missed him, Baekhyun had never expected he actually...would.
And yet somehow, he's sitting backstage with a picture of Zitao on his phone that is definitely incriminating. He knows it's dumb to even be looking at this right now, but he can't tear his eyes away from the sharp lines of Zitao's hips and the way the waistband of his boxer briefs stretch across them. The best part, of course, is what's below that: the outline of Zitao's cock, hard and pushing against the fabric of his briefs.
Baekhyun stares at his phone until he's pretty sure the image is ingrained in his brain. He shifts a little in his seat and clears his throat and not for the first time, he wishes that China weren't so far away.
“What're you looking at?” Chanyeol's deep voice startles Baekhyun out of his revery and he reflexively flicks the screen off. Thank god for his quick reaction time.
“A text from your mother,” Baekhyun says smoothly. “She just wanted to thank me for a very, very good night.”
Chanyeol squawks in mock outrage as he swings at Baekhyun, no force behind it. “My mother is a saint,” he protests, shoving Baekhyun's shoulders so he rocks in his chair.
Baekhyun laughs, tucking his phone into his pocket, pleased at the way it's forgotten as Chanyeol plays along. The picture hasn't left his mind, though. Even as he's slapping Chanyeol's hands away, there's a part of him that wants to know what it feels like, to trace his thumbs down Zitao's hipbones.
When Chanyeol catches his eye again, Baekhyun can see he's curious, but Baekhyun just shakes his head. He's sure Chanyeol will wiggle it out of him, at night, when they're in their room, but now isn't the time or place. Especially not when he feels his phone vibrating and announcing the arrival of another text message.
This is safer. hyung? says the first one. i'm sorry, says the next. Baekhyun looks up quickly. The PD is waving at Joonmyun, flashing an outstretched hand to tell them they've got five minutes. He's got a second.
why? I'm not.
“Someone looks pretty pleased with himself,” Sehun says suspiciously.
Baekhyun grins at him, and he doesn't even mind when Sehun's eyes narrow even further. “Oh, you've got no idea,” he agrees. Joonmyun has his leader face on, the one that says 'phone away, Baekhyun', but Baekhyun isn't ready for that yet. i hope that's a promise for when you're back. He pauses, then adds: or tonight. Pressing send sets a thrill racing up his spine and he can't hold back his smile.
Two weeks until EXO-M is back in Korea. He's got the feeling that he and Zitao can figure out a very pleasant way to pass the time.