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A New Song Ch. 1

Group: EXO Pair: ChanChen / ChenYeol Words: 1797 Tags: Fluff, Smut

Summary: Chanyeol is pining after Jongdae. Has been for years. There's just one problem. Jongdae's married and much to Chanyeol's dismay has recently welcomed a new baby. If only he'd have told him sooner. But as fate would have it, Chanyeol is assigned to Jongdae's military unit aaaaand they're in quarantine for an unknown amount of time aaaand they regularly shower together "for old time's sake". (We love fiction possibilities.) And what's the problem, they're just bros being bros.

Will Chanyeol confess to Jongdae the secret he's been hiding all these years as the weeks pass by in quarantine? [Possible end of the world sex.]

“Hey Yeol, can you hand me a towel?” And god, he had to bring a towel to his friend. Nothing wrong with that. Right? It’s only a normal thing that made his heart pound and his hands fidget. He didn’t want to be obvious with all those other people there but he wondered if he blushed too hard, stammered too much, or was too blatant about a lack of eye contact - or worse - when his eyes lingered a little too long on the naked, soaked beauty in front of him.

Chanyeol tried to get those images out of his mind, berated himself silently, tried to make himself available to whatever duty was needed on base to occupy his mind and body for however long possible. But every night, when he returned, Jongdae would be there in the unit with the other soldiers.

Why was he assigned to this unit? Why was Baekhyun not here to cut the ice? If anything, all three of them should have been together because then there would be some semblance of normalcy. Baekhyun could ask about the wife and child and Chanyeol could listen, inquiring, and putting in feedback when necessary.

He could and should be doing anything other than thirsting after one of his best friends who happened to be married with a child. Happened to be? It's not chance Yeol. Yes, Chanyeol had taken to berating himself mentally regularly now. Although one time he did get carried away and pictured a nun with a ruler and being bent over, red marks heavy across his ass. Who could blame him? Jongdae is Catholic after all so it's somewhat a normal series of progression. Well, that or a kink. Probably a kink.

Chanyeol was horny, so horny, and there was no way he was getting some action any time soon. Not with being surrounded by military personnel during a pandemic. He nodded to no one but himself. Yep, that was this year alright. He not only couldn't relieve his desires but he was thinking far too many sexual things about his married best friend. "If there's a hell I'm going. But it wouldn't hurt to have a little action along the way." And so he closed his eyes again, thinking of his now-roommate Kim Jongdae and his tight little ass which would (and has) fit so perfectly in Chanyeol's hands. If he could have one thing, it would be to lick Jongdae to the point of no return. Fingernails scratching at everything, claws digging in, uneven breathing, and so much sin Jongdae would have to go to Confession every day for the rest of his life. Make him scream out Chanyeol's name repeatedly until it's etched in his mind forever.

Chanyeol knew it was wrong and had tried for so long to not think about it. He thought with the two-year conscription, he could finally sort himself and put whatever this was behind him.

“Why didn’t you tell him Yeol? You should have just spoken up.” Baekhyun had suggested over fried chicken one evening, trying to keep the mood light while also letting Chanyeol know that he’d keep the secret and try to help him as best he could.

“It’s not that simple Baek. Jongdae’s Catholic and, well you’ve seen him, he never played along with us when we experimented or never let a joke get too carried away. He has self-control.” Chanyeol had said, stopping mid-sentence. “Don’t say. Don’t you dare say what I know you’re thinking.” Chanyeol had stood up now, food forgotten beneath him.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened. “Of course I’m not going to say that. I love Jongdae just as much as you do- Well, I love him like he’s one of my best friends. Without a romantic attachment.” He snickered between bites of chicken, earning him a swift but light kick from Chanyeol who looked pensive and anxious. “Look there’s nothing you can do now. You should have spoken up regardless of religious beliefs. Now it’s too late.”

“And risk losing our friendship, losing his trust, or breaking up the group? I could never do that Baek. The risks were too much.” Chanyeol had sat down again, head in hands, the weight of the entirety of Seoul on his shoulders. “I just couldn’t do it.” He said in one last, exasperated breath.

He felt an arm reach around to him and squeeze him gently. And so they sat, the time winding away. No words. There wasn’t much Baekhyun could say that would make it better. Chanyeol needed time. Time to sort his thoughts and get back to his old self, free of whatever weight he had carried after the news of the baby, the permanence a new life brought and bound to the Kims. Baekhyun had stayed the night then, the two sharing a bed and the comfort of a decade’s worth of friendship. It was the day of Jongdae’s enlistment and Chanyeol didn’t want to be alone, hadn’t come to terms with the news yet. He wasn’t sure when he would ever. But for now, he had his thoughts and his Baekhyunee. That was enough. He could lay on Baekhyun and Baekhyun could do the same. They could talk and laugh, reminisce of their youth, and play like kids. And so they stayed. And slept. And worked on music together, composing and writing lyrics together like the old days. And just like the old days, Baekhyun had made Chanyeol shower with him a few times “as payment for my hard work and generosity”- to which Chanyeol faux begrudgingly partook. The reality? He was more than happy to have the intimacy that Baekhyun offered him. They loved each other. All of the members did.

He thought it was almost humorous that Byun Baekhyun was the one he turned to for comfort. Not that he couldn’t do it. Of course Baekhyun could. It’s just that it had always been Jongdae they both turned to, that most of the group turned to aside from Suho for a leader's guidance or Kyungsoo for a completely unbiased perspective or Minseok for the utmost maturity. Sometimes, and often, a combination of advice. Group discussions. But now that three members had already enlisted, two of the most level-headed and rational ones, the torch was passed to Baekhyun to carry until it was his time. Then Chanyeol’s and so on.

The torch wasn’t in Chanyeol’s hands long. He and Baekhyun had decided to try and enlist together hoping they’d stand a greater chance of being put in the same unit, which is another reason it was such a shock they were separated so drastically, barely able to see each other during their mutual free times. And an even greater shock that he would end up, instead, sharing the same unit with the one he was trying to forget. Fate had something else in store for Chanyeol. It seemed like a cruel joke the universe was playing on him and he didn’t like it. Not at all.

Chanyeol couldn’t have guessed that the universe would play an even greater joke in the upcoming weeks. One that involved both Jongdae and Chanyeol having to share a room together, just the two of them, for an “unspecified period of time” due to the COVID outbreak among the troops.

For now, he just counted the times he was lucky and unlucky when it came to the interactions he had with Jongdae in front of the other soldiers. Sometimes Chanyeol was lucky and Jongdae would have already worked out, showered, and fallen asleep. But other times, he wasn’t so lucky. The times when he’d arrive home and Jongdae had just finished working out or showering, drenched in his own sweat or water cascading off his lithe body as he stepped out of the shower. “Hey Yeol, can you hand me a towel?” And god, he had to bring a towel to his friend. Nothing wrong with that. Right? It’s only a normal thing that made his heart pound and his hands fidget. He didn’t want to be obvious with all those other people there but he wondered if he blushed too hard, stammered too much, or was too blatant about a lack of eye contact - or worse - when his eyes lingered a little too long on the naked, soaked beauty in front of him.

The beauty he wanted to touch, caress, linger soft kisses over tanned skin. Inhale and exhale him. Become one over and over again. Thrusting until Jongdae cried out, both cumming in unison as the ecstasy left their body in a haze of bliss.

“Is everything okay? You act like you haven’t seen me naked. We used to live together, remember? And we’d shower together. Sometimes three of us at a time. God knows how we fit.” Jongdae chuckled, his kitten lips curling up and eyes squeezing into a smile. He really was beautiful. His beauty had a regal look to it with his high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and that unique, upward curve of his lips.

It was always the same. Either Chanyeol would act normal and pass the towel or whatever Jongdae needed. Or he would be a blistering hiccup in front of everyone, the basic public humiliation making him even more clumsy both in act and speech. And yet this wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the times when they worked out together or both arrived home at the same time, Jongdae inviting Chanyeol to shower with him so the other soldiers didn’t occupy the shower. After all, a few months in and Jongdae was not only a senior ranking member but due to their idol life and later enlistment, he and Chanyeol were older than most of them. Jongdae had the seniority and rank, and all invites to Chanyeol were often accepted because the few times he declined, they ran out of hot water and he couldn’t shower for the rest of the night. He had weighed the choices like a scale: Shower with Jongdae, try not to look at his body or get hard. Or, not shower with Jongdae and stink up the bed sheets which required washing and a few extra steps Chanyeol would really rather not do. Besides, it almost felt like he’d won a competition to get first dibs on the shower before anyone else.

That all changed when they announced that Jongdae and Chanyeol would be staying in the dorm alone for an “unspecified period of time”. They were allowed to do their service in the beginning but they couldn’t congregate with anyone other than those who lived in the same units. And they had, for the most part, decreased the unit sizes to lessen the spread. It had all happened so quickly and with great urgency that it wasn’t until they had told Jongdae and Chanyeol that they were relieved of their duties for the time being, that it started to sink in. Instead of having surplus people, they narrowed it down to those who were military for life and those who had just enlisted, leaving Chanyeol and Jongdae to stay in the dorms until further notice.

Chanyeol and Jongdae.

Too much time on their hands.

Alone.

Bored.

Horny.

Chanyeol: Yeah, nothing could possibly go wrong here. Narrator: Maybe it's healthier to let him believe that.