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“Hey,” Baekhyun’s not looking up when he gestures to the person beside him for a pen. He frankly didn’t care who was beside him – he was far too engrossed in looking at the ridiculous form in front of him.
‘ Football Try-outs’ was scrawled at the top of the page and Baekhyun wanted to scoff.
It was surreal that someone with his academic responsibilities and prowess was being forced to commit to something as ridiculous as football .
Baekhyun was the top student in nearly every subject – Maths, Sciences, Literature – he could ace them with his eyes closed. But the one subject that was holding him back from a squeaky clean graduation record?
Physical Education.
“Baekhyun?” The voice next to him is marred with shock and Baekhyun snaps his head around to lock eyes with Park Chanyeol.
Football Captain Park Chanyeol. His neighbour Park Chanyeol.
And the very same Park Chanyeol he had been adamant to avoid since a certain incident two mornings ago –
When Baekhyun had forgotten to close his curtains and flashed every inch of his rock hard cock and naked body to Chanyeol (whose window inconveniently faced his own).
It made a lot of sense to not want to face Chanyeol since that moment. Probably because Baekhyun wished to forget it and he hated to imagine Chanyeol laughing at his embarrassment.
But more than anything else, Chanyeol had been his biggest crush since Baekhyun knew what the word ‘crush’ even meant. They had been neighbours since pre-school, their parents were good friends and the two had even played together with Chanyeol’s ferrets when they were younger.
Now though, Chanyeol was bigger and hotter and buffer. He was taller than most the school and an amazing athlete that multiple scouts had attempted to capture time and time again. He had boys, girls and teachers worshipping the ground he walked on and despite Baekhyun having done that since they were in nappies, he was now insignificant in comparison to the hoards that cheered for him.
“Oh, C-Chanyeol!” Baekhyun flustered, scratching his neck “It’s you, wow – fancy seeing you here!”
Chanyeol blinked and scrunched his eyebrows together, holding back a laugh; “This is the Phys. Ed. block Baekhyun, I’m the football captain – I feel like it makes the most sense that I’m here.”
Baekhyun cleared his throat and diverted his eyes, trying to remove part of the horrible knot in his stomach “Well, you got me there. Do you have a pen by chance, I need to complete this form”
Chanyeol peered over Baekhyun’s shoulder, his breath that ghosted lightly against Baekhyun’s neck causing the smaller man to shudder involuntarily. “ You’re signing up for the football try-outs?”
Baekhyun laughed nervously “Yeah, if I don’t pass physical education this year, I’m not going to be able to graduate.”
“But…” Chanyeol sighed “I mean this in the nicest way Baekhyun, but you suck at football. Calculating the exact velocity of the ball, you’d ace – actually kicking it. Not in your field.”
“You don’t understand, Chanyeol. If I don’t pass this stupid subject, it won’t matter what else I can do because I’ll be held back a year – Headmaster Choi’s exact words”
“Wow, that’s super harsh considering you’re probably the reason our school does so well in the district competitions.”
Baekhyun can’t help but beam with pride that Park Chanyeol who was never not surrounded by gorgeous girls (and boys) had noticed Baekhyun’s hard work.
He flushed slightly “I wouldn’t say I’m the only reason –”
“Yeah, you’re right – there’s plenty of other smart kids at our school. We are one of the top school’s in the district for a reason.”
And as quickly as Chanyeol had given Baekhyun praise, he had stripped it away.
Baekhyun pouted his lips and sulked, missing Chanyeol’s mischievous smile and the twinkle in his eye.
Chanyeol handed Baekhyun the pen “How about this…”
Baekhyun scrawled his name and details “How about what?”
“If you can promise to give me a hundred and ten percent, I’ll train you personally .”
It probably shouldn’t be the first thing that Baekhyun thinks about, but he can imagine being the envy of ninety percent of the school the moment they found out Park Chanyeol had picked a nerd like him to train in what little free time he had.
Chanyeol smirked to himself. Baekhyun was and had always been a completely open book – his expressions displayed perfectly when he was feeling sensitive or overwhelmed, when he wanted Chanyeol’s attention and when he was embarrassed.
Or in this instance, when his somewhat previously bruised ego was being inflated.
It wasn’t necessarily that Chanyeol enjoyed toying with him (he did just a little ) but he had been waiting until they had graduated to confess to Baekhyun – or even, give Baekhyun the opportunity to confess to him – if he was ever going to.
“ You’ll train me ?” Despite feeling internally cocky, Baekhyun still couldn’t fully believe his ears.
“Don’t want me to?” Chanyeol teased, taking a wide step away “I mean I can find some other desperate person who needs to graduate instead.”
“ No !” Baekhyun grabbed the sleeve of Chanyeol’s hoodie, peachy knees hitting the floor with bruising force as he slid at Chanyeol’s feet. “I want you to.”
Chanyeol bit his lip to stop the laugh bubbling in his chest from escaping and instead hoisted Baekhyun back up to his feet. “Fine, I have practice after school most days so we’ll have to train early in the morning.”
He tapped the tip of Baekhyun’s nose “Be prepared, this try-out practice is going to be intense. ”
Baekhyun arrived at the school gym at five thirty the following morning as Chanyeol had requested.
He knew he was in for a tough time but what he hadn’t expected was to receive a heart attack so early in the morning.
Park Chanyeol was on the treadmill, his feet pounding against the moving floor as he ran. Baekhyun watched in awe as the muscles in his legs tensed, his arms tightening into fists the longer he carried on and his biceps bulging.
Despite the other being drenched in sweat, Baekhyun didn’t dare to take his eyes off him.
Chanyeol finally turned around, reaching for his towel as the machine powered down “Oh, you made it, are you ready to get started?”
It was obvious to Chanyeol with how Byun Baekhyun ogled him, that there was pure, hidden lust simmering beneath the surface. Had this been any other time, with any other person, he would have surged forward, taking their morning session from a workout to an all-out romp.
But this was Baekhyun – sweet, adorable Baekhyun, who seemed to have no clue what to do with himself around him and Chanyeol felt partly responsible for making him this way.
“As ready as I will ever be.” Baekhyun finally managed, diverting his eyes.
“Okay, for your warm up, we will do a couple of laps of the field.” Chanyeol eyed the track outside “Do you think you can do it?
“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Baekhyun huffed, cheeks flushing as Chanyeol lifted his shirt to dab at his forehead – an action, if Baekhyun could, would be deemed illegal.
And so Baekhyun and Chanyeol ran side by side – one with graceful ease, legs pacing hard despite already running on a treadmill, the other with burning lungs and aching sides.
“ Please – “ Baekhyun rasped, almost doubling over in the middle of the track “Please let me s-stop”
Chanyeol stopped in his stride and turned, seemingly only partially out of breath “Okay fine, five minutes and then we start again.”
And despite all the feelings in the world Baekhyun had for Chanyeol, the man was the devil when it came to training.
After running, it was squats – after squats, a HIIT workout – after that more running – it never seemed to end. The only way Baekhyun could define it was absolute hell.
Baekhyun wobbled his way back to the gym, hoping a warm shower would ease the pain in his muscles. Chanyeol had headed in long before, leaving Baekhyun to recuperate on the field.
When Baekhyun finally stepped out of the steam and back into the locker room, he almost chokes on his tongue to find Chanyeol resting back on his arms, eyes closed and completely shirtless.
He let out a panicked squeak, hoping his flustered expression and wide eyes would be unnoticeable.
But Baekhyun couldn’t help but stare – it was the equivalent of looking at a masterpiece in an art gallery or even a sculpture in a museum. And Chanyeol had to be a sculpture – no ordinary man could have a body that perfect, where every ridge and muscle was perfectly carved.
Up until this point, Baekhyun had considered an eight pack to be the thing of dreams – and yet, Chanyeol was sat there, flaunting all eight of them right in his face.
He had to know how good he looked.
As if on cue, Chanyeol peeked an eye open “You’re staring.”
Baekhyun swallowed down thickly, thankful for the towel and bag that was covering… that region.
“It’s hard not to.” He managed finally, pushing away the impulsive thoughts that begged him to reach out and touch Chanyeol’s taut body.
“ Really ?” There’s a hint of something in Chanyeol’s tone- as if he wants Baekhyun to elaborate but doesn’t want to push him too far.
When Baekhyun doesn’t say anything more, opting to rifle through his back for something – anything – that would make him look busy and disinterested, Chanyeol finally stood up.
This, flirting around the edge with Baekhyun, was something he could only do for so long. Especially when Baekhyun had chosen to waltz out of the shower in a loose-tee and shorts that hugged those curvaceous thighs.
Decidedly, Chanyeol throws all caution to the wind when he next speaks.
“You know… there is actually a more efficient way to train.” There’s a lilt in his voice, something a little cunning. “But I don’t know if you could handle it.”
“What is it?” Baekhyun peered up over his phone, his eyes wide and curious “If I can handle everything out there – I can handle whatever this new training is.”
“Oh I don’t know… this kind of training… can get rough.” Chanyeol smirked “And we’d have to make sure we stretch properly beforehand.”
“O-okay…” Baekhyun swallowed. Surely it was just his dirty mind that was seeing all the innuendos in Chanyeol’s speech.
“So, do you want to try?” Chanyeol’s leaning against the locker opposite him, his eyes steady on Baekhyun, watching his movements for any discomfort. The last thing he wanted to do was scare him away.
“Well it can’t hurt to try right?” Baekhyun’s body was buzzing in anticipation, there was something coming – something Chanyeol wasn’t saying that was causing butterflies to sprout in his stomach.
“No…” One step forward, Chanyeol’s hand slowly comes to the nape of Baekhyun’s neck, firm but gentle and Baekhyun gazes up, his own body tingling “It really can’t.”
“Chanyeo-“ Baekhyun’s mind stops when Chanyeol kisses him – it’s soft initially, testing the waters – seeing if Baekhyun would kiss him back.
When Baekhyun does eventually stop glitching, he leans into the kiss, arms pulling around Chanyeol’s broad shoulders, before snapping back breathless;
“That’s part of the training?”
Chanyeol’s eyes are hooded and he leans into Baekhyun’s ear, his tone suggestive “That’s just for preparation – the next part is the real exercise.”
Baekhyun feels his heart pound with elation – kissing – no, making out - with Park Chanyeol had been on his list of dreams since he had recognised his drawn-out crush. He hadn’t for a second expected Chanyeol to be kissing him first.
And so, he almost melts the next time Chanyeol kisses him, almost completely missing the hands that slide along the sides of his body, resting against his hips.
“That’s enough preparation, don’t you think?” Chanyeol huffed after a few moments with reddened lips, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Baekhyun’s shorts and pulling them down in one swift motion.
Before Baekhyun can comprehend what’s happening, Park Chanyeol was on his knees in front of him, almond eyes blinking back up at him through long lashes. He was giving Baekhyun a chance to push him away.
Both to affirm that he wanted this – whatever it would be - and to tether himself to the ground, Baekhyun sank his fingers into Chanyeol’s damp hair, there’s a whine lodged in his throat and it erupts the moment Chanyeol sucks his half-hard cock through the fabric of his underwear.
There’s a smirk on his pretty lips when he speaks next “I like that sound the most, I think.”
And he’s back again, mouthing along the outline of Baekhyun’s cock, his thick palms pinning Baekhyun against the lockers with almost a bruising force but the shorter was too blissed out to care.
When Chanyeol does finally pull down Baekhyun’s underwear, he doesn’t waste a moment before he’s sucking the tip of Baekhyun’s cock into his mouth with expert skill – and Baekhyun doesn’t want to think that he’s done this before.
Chanyeol was beyond experienced – as one of the hottest guys in school, he’d had his pick of both boys and girls who were essentially begging to date him or at least, sleep with him. Baekhyun on the other hand was a virgin to the truest extent of the word. He had never slept with anyone – not even so much as a hand-job and his first ever sexual encounter… was his neighbour and crush, Park Chanyeol.
Well , he thought vaguely, dreams could come true .
“W-wait, Chanyeol” He gasped, his stomach tightening – he had never experience anything like this before. “I think I’m going to –“
He grips Chanyeol’s hair in the same moment Chanyeol swallows, hollowing out his cheeks. The sensation and the pleasure has Baekhyun’s knees giving up- his body almost folding in half as he cums hard down Chanyeol’s throat, his fingers still threaded through the taller’s hair.
“Oh… fuck – I’m… I’m so sorry!” He gasped, pulling away and crouching down next to Chanyeol, his legs having lost their strength “I didn’t mean to – it just…”
Chanyeol thumbed at a little of the cum that had splattered against his lips, before licking the digit clean with a smirk “What do you mean ‘ sorry ’?”
There’s teasing in his eyes when he looks over Baekhyun; “Why else would I be giving you a blowjob if I didn’t want you to cum all down my throat and over my face?”
The image, as obscene as it was, has Baekhyun almost filling up again. Fuck .
Baekhyun flushed, hands coming to cover his face before realising he was still half naked “Oh.. um… should I … for you?”
He pointed to the tent in Chanyeol’s own shorts but the taller shook his head with a chuckle “Not today, I think this in itself might have been a little much for you.”
Baekhyun pouted “I can handle it.”
Chanyeol leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips “I don’t doubt it for a second.”
The early morning training sessions continue that way for weeks, with Chanyeol pushing him through gruelling tasks on the field only to reward him in the locker room with kisses and blow-jobs.
But as winter approaches and the sky becomes darker sooner and the mornings become greyer and duller- Baekhyun finds himself whining through every exercise, begging to stop – pleading that the rain makes the ground slippery.
It’s at one of these particular sessions that Chanyeol finally shows him what he means by rough .
“You whine an awful lot Baekhyun, didn’t you say you wanted this?”
Baekhyun kneeling on the floor, his mouth stuffed full of Chanyeol’s cock. To lock him into place, Chanyeol had crossed his leg behind Baekhyun’s head, keeping him there despite Baekhyun’s pleading eyes.
“Come on, make me cum, Baek – that’s the only way I’m giving you what you really want.”
And Baekhyun tries, he really does – he tries to do what Chanyeol always did – hollow his cheeks and suck but all he feels is the light trickle of pre-cum with Chanyeol’s cock pressed against the back of his throat.
Tears pool in his eyes – he’s incredibly hard too, his own cock straining against the thin fabric of the shorts. He wants to cum so badly, his own body rocks in the empty air for some friction.
Chanyeol sighs “Well, I guess we’ll just have to sit here until all the guys come in to change. I wonder what they’ll think with you sat on the floor like this, stuffed full of my cock?”
A moan bubbles through Baekhyun at the words, the tears that had pooled dropping down reddened cheeks and his cock twitching at the thought.
Chanyeol finally releases Baekhyun enough to allow him to catch his breath, which he heaves in desperately; “Please Chanyeol, please – I want to cum…”
In a display of desperation, Baekhyun pulls down his shorts and spreads his legs, as he had done time and time again for Chanyeol “Please, fuck me here.”
He watches as Chanyeol swallows before standing up and his heart sinks, shame flooding him as Chanyeol walks towards the door.
He couldn’t make Chanyeol cum, so why would Chanyeol help him? How could he have acted like such a desperate cum-dump in front of someone he truly had feelings for?
Baekhyun was about to spiral further when his eyes snap open at the sound of the lock clicking shut.
“ Strip. ” Chanyeol’s voice is nearly a growl, a low rumble in his chest and Baekhyun bites back the smile at the realisation that Chanyeol wasn’t about to leave him like this – instead he simply had no intention of letting anyone interrupt him now.
Hastily, he pulls of his clothes and the second he does, Park Chanyeol pulls him into a kiss.
“You stretched?” He queries, just as breathless as Baekhyun, but he’s already sinking two finger’s into Baekhyun’s fucked out cunt.
They had just had sex yesterday, so his hole remained pliant under Chanyeol’s fingers – still soft to his touch.
Baekhyun keened, his voice raspy “Please, god, please ”
He doesn’t care if the other members of the team arrive and hear him moaning like a bitch in heat – all he wants is to feel Chanyeol’s cock fucking deep inside him, right into his stomach.
“I can’t hold back anymore, Baek” Chanyeol’s voice is hiss in his ear, his fingers still carefully working him open. Despite all his ‘rough’ talk – there’s no way he would actually hurt Baekhyun.
But the shorter man turned in his arms “Who’s asking you to hold back, Yeol” He presses a kiss to those lips he kept seeking out “I’m begging you to fuck me good.”
Any restraint Chanyeol has disappears the moment Baekhyun utters those words. He spins him back around, one palm pushing Baekhyun’s face against the lockers and the other guiding his cock into his cunt, watching it slide in as Baekhyun clenched around him.
“Breathe Baek, relax for me.” The words are whispered in Baekhyun’s ear, gentle as ever as Chanyeol’s free hand snakes up the front of his body, toying with his nipple before a sharp breath –
Chanyeol snaps his hips forward and Baekhyun scrambles against the lockers, every thrust somehow pushing him further against the metal.
The taller fucks into his prostate like he wants to crush his organs and breed him right there against the bench and Baekhyun wails with every push, trembling as Chanyeol gripped his hair;
“God I want to make you mine – you have no idea.” He bit down against Baekhyun’s neck, sucking a hickey against his tanned skin. Each of the his next words was punctuated with a thrust;
“Wait. ‘Till. Graduation. I . Thought.” His movement’s become more feral as Baekhyun’s tell-tale signs of being close begin to show “How the fuck can I when you look this good under me?”
Even if Baekhyun wanted to tell him he felt the same way, he was incoherent at that moment in time, his brain having melted between the tender kisses and the not-so-tender fucking.
“Come on, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol’s voice is bass, almost caught in his throat “Cum for me.”
And as if he had been conditioned, Baekhyun lets go of every inhibition at the command, splattering the grey lockers with streaks of his cum as he had done yesterday and the day before. Chanyeol follows fast, his hands locking around Baekhyun as he pulls him up and bounces him on his cock – one, two , three times, before he’s emptying hard inside of him.
“For the record…” Baekhyun manages after a few beats “I’ve had the longest crush on you so don’t wait until graduation.”
Chanyeol snorts, still buried deep inside of him “Yeah, I don’t think I could have waited even if you asked me. There’s no way I can stay away from you.”
As if they hadn’t been fucking like rabbits moments prior, Chanyeol gently brushes the sweaty hair away from Baekhyun’s eyes “Although I feel like we should start using a bed, your knees are going to bruise.”
Baekhyun swats at him as Chanyeol finally pulls out “And whose fault is that?”
Chanyeol grins cheekily “What can I say? I love seeing you filled with my cock, is that such a bad thing?”
Baekhyun shakes his head, biting back his own smile. It definitely was not a bad thing.
When they finally tidy up their mess and step out of the locker room, they are met with sight of Chanyeol’s team-mates sat in the hallway.
“Oh…” Baekhyun falters, swallowing.
Chanyeol sheepishly rubs his neck “We were just… training.”
Kyungsoo, one of the strikers rolled his eyes, his words thick with sarcasm “Yeah, sure you were. And we were all born yesterday.”
Jongdae, another of the more outspoken team-mates, glanced up at them “With the way Baekhyun was screaming, you must have really put him through it Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol hid his grin as Baekhyun let out a squawk of embarrassment, burying his face into Chanyeol’s side.
The taller simply wrapped an arm around his waist;
“Oh, I really did – I doubt he’ll be able to walk straight tomorrow.”
Baekhyun all but shoves Chanyeol through the door at the other end of the hallway as the team behind them chanted their names.
He can’t help but forgive Chanyeol as the taller tugs him close and presses a kiss against his cheek. At least the team was supportive of their relationship.
“So… when’s the next training day?” Baekhyun grinned, eyes flicking up to Chanyeol.
The taller looked down, his heart swelling with adoration for the minx of a man in front of him.
“Tomorrow at five thirty – if you think you can handle it.”
Baekhyun huffed, a smirk on his own lips;
“ Handle it ? I think I can do much more than that, Park Chanyeol.” He squeezes Chanyeol’s hand lightly
“But you already know that now, don’t you?”