Word Count: 917
Summary: Baekhyun is miffed that Chanyeol didn't choose him when he lost the game and had to do push-ups with someone on his back. (Essentially PWP though)
Baekhyun watched as Chanyeol did 10 push-ups with MC Ma Song sitting on his back. He kept his face passive, enjoying Chanyeol’s suffering but miffed that he hadn’t chosen him. But that was okay since Chanyeol would be getting an earful from Baekhyun later.
Chanyeol had barely closed the door to his room when he was roughly pushed up against it. His mouth was covered and a tongue thrusted into his mouth before he could comprehend what was happening. But just as quickly as it happened, it ended and he found himself staring into Baekhyun’s face.
“Get on the bed, now.”
Chanyeol didn’t argue and quickly rushed over to his bed, tripping over his feet a bit.
“Take off your clothes as well.”
He quickly scrambled to take off his clothes, throwing them around the room.
Baekhyun slowly smiled as he locked the door. He shed his clothes, piece by piece, as he slowly moved towards Chanyeol. “On your back.”
Chanyeol laid down, his dick already half hard. Baekhyun smirked and slowly trailed a hand up his leg, ghosting over his hips and chest. His hand traced the slight definition of abs as it moved up and stroked over Chanyeol’s neck. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss right where shoulder met neck and heard Chanyeol’s little intake of breath. He flicked his tongue out and heard Chanyeol gasp.
Baekhyun slowly climbed up onto the bed, legs straddling Chanyeol’s hips. “So…you’d rather have the MC than me?”
Chanyeol’s hands settled on Baekhyun’s waist.
Chanyeol quickly moved his hands to the bed. “Now Baek, you know I love you and would choose you first but remember, this is a show. I do have an image to uphold and besides, I needed a different weight on my back for push ups. I’ve used you too many times that it’s super easy.”
Baekhyun frowned, arms crossed in front of him. “You didn’t seem to struggle with him on your back. Why would it make a difference if it was me or him?”
“Baek…babe…think. This is a variety show. I can’t keep coming to you, remember? There needs to be some variety.”
“So? If anyone is going to get on you, it should be me.”
Chanyeol smiled a bit as he moved his hips. “Well you’re on me now.”
Baekhyun smirked as he ground his hips down. “And it better stay that way from now on.”
Chanyeol smiled as he ground his hips up. “I’ll try my best.”
Baekhyun frowned as he braced his hands on Chanyeol’s chest, hips grinding down harder. “Not good enough.”
“Fine, no one else can ride me but you. Happy now?”
Baekhyun grinned. “Almost.”
Baekhyun quickly shed his clothes. He climbed back on top of Chanyeol and without warning or preparation, he slid down onto Chanyeol’s hard cock.
“Baekhyun!” Chanyeol reached up to hold him but remembered Baekhyun’s command and let them fall back down.
Baekhyun groaned, hands digging into Chanyeol’s chest.
“Baekhyun! Are you okay? You shouldn’t have done that. You weren’t prepared. It must hurt. Baekhyun…”
“Shut up, Chanyeol.” Baekhyun moved his hips slightly and groaned, hands tightening further. It was a bit uncomfortable without preparation but Baekhyun didn’t mind the slight burn. And this would teach Chanyeol to always choose Baekhyun if he didn’t like Baekhyun doing this.
Baekhyun leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Chanyeol’s cheek. “Alright, you can move.”
Chanyeol gingerly placed his hands on Baekhyun’s hips and when they were slapped away, he slowly pulled out a bit and pushed back in.
Baekhyun gasped, holding tightly to Chanyeol. “Chanyeol…”
Chanyeol said nothing, just concentrating on going slow as to not hurt Baekhyun further. Baekhyun began to claw at Chanyeol.
“Chanyeol…I need more. I promise I won’t break.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Baek. So just relax and enjoy the ride. Let Yeollie do all the work.”
“Chanyeol…” Baekhyun began to sob as he tried to seek more friction but Chanyeol had such a strong grip on him he couldn’t move as he wanted.
“Relax, babe. Let me do all the work.” Chanyeol brought one of Baekhyun’s hands to his lips and kissed it. He kept a steady pace as he thrust in and out of Baekhyun.
“Chanyeol…can’t you go any faster?”
“Not yet.” Chanyeol gritted his teeth when he felt Baekhyun clenched around him. “Stop that. You’re not going to make me go faster like that.”
Baekhyun frowned. “Chanyeol…”
He began to wiggle on top of Chanyeol, hips moving frantically to seek the friction he wanted.
Chanyeol finally took pity on Baekhyun and fucked him the way they both wanted.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Baekhyun’s nails were marking Chanyeol’s chest as he held on for the ride.
Chanyeol reached a hand around, gripping Baekhyun’s length and stroking it roughly and quickly.
Baekhyun came undone, coming all over Chanyeol’s hands. Chanyeol gasped as he came inside Baekhyun. He pulled Baekhyun off him and placed him next to him.
Baekhyun snuggled close, not minding the mess. “Mmm….that was nice.”
“Are you hurt? Sore?”
“Pleasantly sore. Now hush and let me sleep.” Baekhyun pouted and closed his eyes. “I hope you learned your lesson about not choosing me.”
Chanyeol grinned as he pressed a kiss to Baekhyun’s forehead. “Of course, babe. Enjoy your sleep.”
Baekhyun pressed a kiss to Chanyeol’s arm and allowed sleep to carry him away. He didn’t realize Chanyeol had learned his lesson very well as he would find out at a later date.
A/N: oh ho ho ho ho, totally made a tie in to another fic I’m working on XD so yes there will be a sequel to this though hadn’t intended for it but worked out that way XD :P