*

"Are you done?"

"Not yet. I'm still halfway through my essay."

Ever since they got to New York, school stopped for the both of them but knowledge shouldn't. Chanyeol decided to enroll in a curriculum which offers online courses related to his major back in Korea. He does the same for Baekhyun as well, so two to three times a week, they would sit together facing laptops in one room, spending three hours of quiet study.

Good thing his mother didn't oppose to the idea of Baekhyun joining his home schooling. She said Baekhyun's brain needs essential intelligence so his existence could match in the Park mansion somehow.

Well, sometimes (most of the times) though, Chanyeol ends up studying the anatomy of Baekhyun's body instead while Baekhyun recites Chanyeol's name like it belongs to the elements on the periodic table as he gets his anus pounded with Chanyeol's penis.

"Ahh... My head hurts," Baekhyun complains as he rubs his temples, staring down at his paper full of alphabets, sentences, and paragraphs. He misses reading and writing in his own language though, but he is quite proud of himself he's learning new things here.

"Sir, is it breaktime already?"

"No," Chanyeol says without even lifting his eyes up from the screen. He goes on typing the report he needs to send to his professor's email. It is silent and comfortable in the room, yet he can feel Baekhyun staring at his face.

Chanyeol looks at him. "Get back to your own work."

Baekhyun mentally cries. Omg! So cold!

A long and agonizing hour has finally passed with Baekhyun writing, scrolling, typing, reading and yawning, and finally he presses enter, smiling victoriously to himself.

"Yay! I completed the test. I hope I pass!"

He does some random stretching, and that's when he notices Chanyeol blinking slowly in front of his computer. With his chin resting on his hand as he stares at the screen with half-lidded eyes, Chanyeol basically looks like he's gonna fall asleep soon and smash his face against the keyboard.

Baekhyun keeps an eye on Chanyeol until his head lolls off his hand. Baekhyun is quick to catch him anyway, letting Chanyeol's head rest on top of his shoulder while he sits beside him.

"You must be really tired," Baekhyun whispers in a soft voice while he glances down at his and Chanyeol's thighs pressed side by side. Chanyeol's legs are really long compared to his shorter ones. "I wonder what you've been listening to all this time."

Baekhyun carefully takes off the right earphone from Chanyeol's ear and puts it on his own ear, so that he and Chanyeol are sharing the same earphones.

Just like how they share the same warmth and heartbeat this close.

"Come on, I said it's not turned on. See? My phone is off. Why the hell would I record it?"

"Just hide it away, sunbae! I feel really embarrassed of my voice!"

"Fine, then. Start singing."

He doesn't remember when exactly this moment happened but he's sure they were still in Korea. He's still using formalities towards Chanyeol, so it was around during high school when he was still new at the student council.

<Can I lay by your side?
Next to you... You...>

It has been a long time...

And the thought of Chanyeol having it until now without him knowing puts a tear on his eye.

<And make sure you're alright
I'll take care of you>

Baekhyun's heart starts to race, hearing his own voice singing in the quiet. He takes his time admiring the peaceful look of Chanyeol's sleeping face, listening to the song he sang which he doesn't recall the title.

<And I don't want to be here if I can't be with you tonight>

A sudden clench in his chest arises when Chanyeol suddenly speaks in the background while he sings.

"You're gonna be mine someday."

"What time is it?"

Baekhyun jolts in surprise when Chanyeol gets up from his shoulder. He quickly pulls out the earphone from his ear, acting like he never heard anything though he already wants to cry and hug Chanyeol for all he is worth.

"Good morning," Baekhyun says, smiling brightly at him, Chanyeol then averts his eyes and ruffles his own disheveled hair, "Did you sleep well?"

"Shit, did I sleep that long?" Chanyeol groans. He checks the time on his watch, realizing he has just slept for roughly five minutes. Keeping his phone and earphones away cautiously, he glares sharply at Baekhyun who tries to appear innocent and clueless.

Baekhyun grins. "Is there something wrong?"

"Did you touch my phone by any chance?"

Baekhyun squeals internally. No! But I listened to your playlist and it was all my voice. "No, I didn't. Why?"

"Nothing."

"I'm curious, do you have anything to hide in your phone, Chanyeol sunbae?"

"It's none of your business," Chanyeol answers shortly, then he stands up and walks across the study room to put his laptop back on the table. Baekhyun slits his eyes, muttering silent curses to himself about how this person could turn ice-cold in an instant.

"What the fuck---"

Startled, Chanyeol looks down on his abdomen, seeing a pair of hands wrapped around his waist. Baekhyun's slender fingers are laced securely on top of his stomach while he feels the small male's cozy presence lingering behind him.

He lets Baekhyun embrace him anyway.

"What is it?"

"No reason," Baekhyun mumbles into Chanyeol's back practically against his shirt, as he lets happy tears stream down his cheeks, "I just love you so much, Chanyeol. I think my heart is going to burst because of you..." He hugs him tighter before he looks up at Chanyeol's tall figure. "Did I already tell that to you today? If not then I'm gonna repeat it again. I love you."

It takes a while before Chanyeol finds his voice. He faces Baekhyun who's looking up to him with eyes full of love, their height difference is evident as they stare comfortably at each other. Holding Baekhyun's shoulders while he studies Baekhyun curiously, Chanyeol knows the answer.

"You..."

"Me?"

"You wanna get fucked, don't you?"

Baekhyun steps back.

"You pervert."

Chanyeol steps closer.

"I'm not a pervert." Baekhyun sticks his tongue out playfully. "I'm innocent!"

"Liar."

"I'm telling the truth!"

"Let's see about that."

Hooking his hands under Baekhyhun's armpit, Chanyeol lifts his body up and places him on the table so that he and Baekhyun are of the same height. Perching his hands on either side of the table with Baekhyun sitting in the middle, Chanyeol leans dangerously close into his face.

Baekhyun has to let out a gasp because fuck, he looks so goddamned handsome this near.

"Y-your parents, they're just outside," Baekhyun mutters, then he cranes his neck to the right when Chanyeol begins to plant kittenish kisses along his jawline and collarbones. "A-ah, no... Th-they could hear us... They have v-visitors, too."

"Then try to keep quiet," Chanyeol says back, now peppering gentle kisses on his sensitive throat up to his parted mouth, "You could do that, right?"

"Yes..." Baekhyun breathily answers, slowly kissing Chanyeol's lips in return, their mouths touching and moving in the most gentle and delicate way. "Yes, Sir."

"Good."

Long fingers thread through Chanyeol's soft hair, tugging the strands lightly when Chanyeol enters tongue inside Baekhyun's hot mouth, tasting every inch of it. It elicits a moan from Baekhyun, feeling teeth biting on his bottom lip while he allows Chanyeol to suck and lap his mouth.

"Ahh... Not there... Nooo... Don't touch my nipple like that," Baekhyun helplessly cries when Chanyeol's hand travels under his thin and loose white shirt, playing and pinching his erect nipple as he still kisses his neck, "Mnghh, don't twist it... with your fingers..."

"Yeah? Should I really stop?" Chanyeol breathes against his mouth, claiming it again to kiss him sensually before deciding to take Baekhyun out of the oversized shirt. "Babe, raise your hands."

Baekhyun feels chills hitting his bare skin as soon as he is naked in front of Chanyeol. Chanyeol stares at his nudity, to his flushed chest, to his curvy figure, and to his parted legs.

"Why... are you staring at me like that?" Baekhyun asks, blushing.

"I'm just memorizing how you look like," Chanyeol says. "Especially naked."

"Hurry up!" Baekhyun yells, looking away. "It's cold!"

Chanyeol makes up to the cold by putting Baekhyun's other nipple inside his mouth, sending hot sensation into his whole body and groin. Baekhyun arches his back in pleasure, feeling that skillful tongue rolling around his flushed nipple, biting, licking, sucking, nipping and kissing it tenderly.

"Ahhh... W-what are you doing," Baekhyun heaves, using both of his hands now to hold onto Chanyeol's hair. He peeks down at Chanyeol who's busy trailing kisses down his chest until he reaches his lean abs, "W-what... are you gonna do..."

Chanyeol looks up to him through his lashes, engaging eye contact that has Baekhyun shuddering.

"Guess what?"

He darts out his tongue.

"Chanyeol sunbae---"

And licks the tip of his dick.

"Ah, shit!"

Baekhyun screams on top of his lungs, putting his legs around Chanyeol's shoulders when the other male kneels in front of him and tastes him whole, putting his semi-hard cock inside his mouth to give him head.

"Y-you don't---ah! Have to!" Baekhyun uses his arm to cover his sweating eyes, getting overly turned on by the sight of Chanyeol giving him the best blowjob of his life. "--do this.... Mnggh... I'm---ah.. It's fine..."

Chanyeol's mouth is so warm and slick around his throbbing cock. He is expertly sucking and bobbing his head into his length, so Baekhyun has no other choice but the grip on his hair with force, trying not to entirely shove his dick into Chanyeol's face deep. He can feel the tightness of Chanyeol's throat against his cock, and it feels damn good, so fucking good to receive this treatment from Chanyeol.

"You love it?" Chanyeol asks just to tease, jerking Baekhyun's rigid cock inside his fist, "You love it so much when I blow you like this?"

Baekhyun nods furiously, grabbing Chanyeol's hair and desparately canting his hips forward, "Yes, I love it... It feels amazing... Your mouth is so hot..."

"Spread your legs."

Baekhyun opens his legs shamelessly so that Chanyeol can take a lustful lick on the balls up to the shaft while he just moans wantonly. He knows he is now a total fidgeting mess on top of the table, having his cock sucked off nice like this. Chanyeol's good at what he's doing, making him wrecked and needy just by using his mouth.

"More... I-I need more," Baekhyun begs, so Chanyeol blindly searches for the drawer of the table and finds a bottle of lube. He takes time lathering the liquid on his fingers while Baekhyun impatiently waits. "Hurry up... Please... Inside my ass..."

"If you want more," Chanyeol smirks, grabbing a sharpie from the pen holder above his desk, "I'll give you more." He thrusts the blunt cap of the pen inside Baekhyun's twitching ass before he swallows his dick once again.

"Ahhh! W-why did you---hmngh put that inside me," Baekhyun whimpers, feeling his cock jolt inside Chanyeol's bobbing mouth as well as that sharpie going in and out of his tight hole. The thickness of that plastic casing of the pen isn't enough. He wants more, something bigger and so much longer, "Ch-chanyeol sunbae... N-not the sharpie... Not that..."

Being fucked by a pen while being sucked off isn't enough for Baekhyun, so Chanyeol then gets another one from his pen holder. It happens to be a whiteboard marker.

"Let's see how much pen your asshole could suck in," Chanyeol says, smiling evilly at Baekhyun's merciful exposed state as he has his ass stuffed with a thicker object. Chanyeol joins the sharpie inside the hole with the marker, so that means Baekhyun has now two pens inside his butthole. "Your ass is clenching them really well, Baekhyun. I wonder if another one could still fit in."

Baekhyun shakes his head, tears blurring his eyes while his cheeks burn into an angry blush. "P-please... Take them out... Please... I-I don't want them... It feels... ahh--- Weird!"

He thought Chanyeol is gonna pull them out but he's wrong, Chanyeol just pushes them back in, obviously loving the sight of him taking pens inside his asshole.

"Please... Stop--ahh! I don't like it!" Baekhyun moans, yet he is thrusting his hips forward into Chanyeol's mouth sucking him and backwards again into the sharpie and marker buried deep inside his ass, hitting his sweet spot dead on, "Ahh! Ch-chanyeol sunbae! I-I think... I'm gonna come!"

"You're coming just by these pens, huh?"

"Y-yes," Baekhyun pants, "I-I can't! Ahhh... anymore---"

"Come, then."

When he hears him say the word, Baekhyun spurts his abundant release into Chanyeol's smug face as his body trembles. His cock keeps on squirting cum until Chanyeol slides the two sticky pens out of his spent hole. Taking Baekhyun again inside his mouth, Chanyeol slurps the last of his load while Baekhyun clutches on his hair for dear life, squeezing his neck with his thighs.

They fail to hear someone entering the room.

"Excuse me. Mrs. Park wants to see---"

Both Baekhyun and Chanyeol turn to the head housekeeper who just came in to the room. She has her eyes wide open in utter shock, seeing Baekhyun sitting on the table with his knees apart, while Chanyeol is in front of him, face buried in between his legs.

Silence.

She closes the door immediately.

And knocks politely.

"Come in," Chanyeol says after a while so the maid opens the door again like nothing happened.

Chanyeol is now standing and straightening the crumples of his clothes while Baekhyun is back on the couch, his blushing face buried into a thick book. He's now dressed properly, thank goodness.

The old lady clears her throat nonchalantly, fixing her eyeglasses above her nose.

"Mrs. Park wants you in the living room. She also asked for Baekhyun to do some errands in the kitchen."

"Okay, we'll be right there."

The door closes with a thud.

Baekhyun breathes, covering his red face with his hands, "I'm sorry... It was so embarrassing... I should've locked the door." He looks at Chanyeol's hard-on inside his tight pants, "I couldn't even make you come... It's unfair to you, Chanyeol sunbae..."

"It's fine, you looked really hot anyway," Chanyeol teases, putting more blush on Baekhyun's cheeks if that's still possible, "I could handle this in the bathroom so just go down first."

Baekhyun just frowns. He wants to suck that cock!

"But I want to blow you, too!"

"My mother is gonna throw a fit if she sees us together, you know." Chanyeol takes off his clothes, heading to the bathroom. Baekhyun stares at his firm yummy butt. "I'll take a shower first. I'll see you later downstairs."

"Okay," Baekhyun answers, smiling to himself. "Think of me while you jack off, okay! Think of my sexy ass!"

He hears Chanyeol chuckle inside the bathroom and it makes his heart skip a bit.

*

After he fixes himself into a decent and normal state, Baekhyun goes out of the study room, making sure he doesn't reek of cum and sweat. He fixes his bangs and heads to the mansion's staircase, seeing people at the living room.

Right, Mrs. Park has a get-together celebration with her church group today so everyone is busy moving back and forth to serve the visitors. Chanyeol's mother is one of the most influential and most well-off pillars of their church after all. She's been strictly religious and strong to her beliefs since then. That was why she couldn't also accept his and Chanyeol's relationship. She deems homosexuality a sin. She loathes everything against the teachings of the church and Baekhyun firmly respects that, though he is still working hard and hoping he could at least change her heart.

"Baekhyun! I've been calling you for how many times!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

He goes back to reality, facing the maid Rina who's now carrying a tray of food going downstairs. "Mrs. Park said you should go to the kitchen. There are dishes waiting to be washed."

"Okay," Baekhyun answers, "I'm coming."

He is about to go downstairs to do his chores when he suddenly sees Mr. Park coming out of the toilet walking slowly using his cane. Quietly watching the old man from his spot, he notices the laces of his shoe untied so he quickly rushes in front of him and kneels down to reach his shoe.

A bit startled, Sungjin stops on his tracks.

"Mr. Park, let me tie your shoelaces for you," Baekhyun says politely as he knots the laces carefully, "It's dangerous if you keep it lying around. You could trip on it while walking."

Mr. Park doesn't speak. He just allows Baekhyun to do it.

Park Sungjin is a man of few words unlike his wife. He tends to keep silent at all times and talks only when necessary. Baekhyun deems his health must also a factor why he lessens any kind of interaction in the house. He barely talks to Chanyeol, and Baekhyun thinks it's better than before. Chanyeol's father is a lot more worse than his wife when Chanyeol was still younger. He would beat him up and say mean things about him being gay. But Chanyeol saved his father's life through his blood after all, so maybe, Mr. Park's nonchalance is his way of gratitude for what Chanyeol has done.

Baekhyun knows how much Mr. Park hates him, but he also knows that the old man isn't as bad as Youngmi.

"Come on, Mr. Park. Get on my back," Baekhyun says, squatting down and offering his back to the older, "We can go down the stairs faster if I carry you. Don't worry! I may look like this but I'm stronger than you think!"

Sungjin clutches his cane and points it on the floor. "I'm not a disabled person so don't treat me like one." He clears his throat. "Get up and don't block the way."

Baekhyun never listens as he hoists the elder up and puts him on his back with the old man protesting.

He heads down the stairs while piggyback-ing Chanyeol's father and in no time, they reach the floor with Sungjin clutching on Baekhyun's shoulder.

Mr. Park clears his throat, hitting Baekhyun with his cane weakly.

"You can put me down."

"Okay," Baekhyun says, carefully allowing the old man to step on his own. He warmly smiles at him, before bowing in front of him ninety degrees. "I apologize for being rude. I hope my actions didn't scare you."

"It's fine. Don't do it next time."

Baekhyun nods, secretly smiling to himself. Chanyeol resembles Mr. Park a lot when he first met him in the student council. They have the same look on their eyes, the way they speak is the same as well as their subtle mannerism.

Sungjin turns his back to leave, so Baekhyun bows again as a show of respect.

"Oh god--" Baekhyun massages his torso and limps into the kitchen, enduring the pain, "He's heavy... My back hurts--- ouch..."

As soon as he arrives at the kitchen (while avoiding people at the living room), piles of used dishes and tons of kitchen utensils welcome him. His eyes wander around the place, feeling devastated.

"What took you so long? You have a lot of work to do."

Baekhyun faces Youngmi who's still as elegant and stoic as ever. He offers her a polite bow, "I apologize, Ma'am. I didn't see the time."

"Wash all the dishes that you see. Don't leave the pantry untidy," Mrs. Park commands, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't care if you stay all night cleaning. That's your punishment for doing dirty things in my car."

Baekhyun cowers, "I-I'm sorry for what happened... I wasn't thinking righteously."

"As always," Youngmi gives him a judging once over before she leaves, "You're still a piece of shit."

Baekhyun sighs, slapping his own face while he recites curses to himself. Having no choice, he grabs the rubber gloves and apron and wears them, turning on the faucet to fill in the sink while humming under his breath.

"There you are."

Startled with the voice, he almost drops the plate he is scrubbing. His eyes widen seeing Chanyeol leaning on the counter.

"You're doing the maid's work again."

Baekhyun shrugs, grinning, "Everyone is busy so I should help, too."

Chanyeol watches him quietly.

"Sir, I thought you're needed in the living room," Baekhyun says, "Why are you here? They must be looking for you."

"I feel stuffy so I stepped out. I don't give a fuck about them anyway," Chanyeol answers, studying the smaller male.

"But you still need to show up there."

"Baekhyun."

"Hm?"

"It feels kind of weird everytime you call me Sir."

"But I thought you like it?"

"It turns me on."

Baekhyun blushes. "J-just go! I can't concentrate."

He suddenly feels Chanyeol's presence beside him. Looking up to him and abandoning his work, he sees Chanyeol pulling his sleeves up to his elbows before he wears the spare rubber gloves.

Chanyeol smiles a little.

"So... how do you do this?"

*

To be continued.

(A/N: The title of the song Baekhyun sang is "Lay Me Down" by Sam Smith.)