Happy Birthday to my waifu Jam ♥ enjoy the little drabble by Isabella to go with the picture under the cut!
There are three things that Chanyeol knows for certain. The first is that he sleeps like the dead. He can fall asleep on any surface at any time, sometimes against his will. This is why it is completely defensible for him to fall asleep on the bed while watching TV, waiting for Kyungsoo to come home. He had been meaning to wait up for Kyungsoo to get home from his exam, but it was getting late and Chanyeol had had to wake up early for his own exam this morning.
But in just a few hours, they would both be free for an entire weekend of blissful, commitment free relaxation. It was long overdue, and Chanyeol didn’t want to miss a moment with Kyungsoo now that he finally had him to himself… If only he could stay awake… for just another couple of hours.
He supposes there isn’t any harm in lying down for just a minute…
Kyungsoo sighed wearily as he let himself into the apartment, kicking off his shoes. It had been such a long day; all he wanted to do was sleep for the entire weekend. This break had been a long time coming. He sees the light on in the bedroom and walks in that direction, shucking his clothes off and dropping them on the floor as he went. He could deal with it tomorrow. He opens his mouth to yell for Chanyeol when he stops suddenly in his tracks.
There on the bed, fully-dressed, lying in a position that looked so uncomfortable that only Chanyeol would be able to fall asleep like that. Kyungsoo feels surge of fondness as he looks upon his boyfriend on their bed. It was obvious that Chanyeol had fallen asleep waiting up for him only to fall asleep, slumping over in this position. Sometimes Kyungsoo was convinced he was in in a relationship with a narcoleptic.
Kyungsoo walks over to the bed and begins to undress his boyfriend, getting his shoes off and stripping him down to his boxers, and attempted to manhandle him into a more comfortable position under the covers, “You giant… beanpole… man child,” Kyungsoo huffed, not even pretending to sound annoyed, unable to keep the smile from his face as he finally managing to get Chanyeol under the covers.
With a deep sigh he eases himself into the bed, curling up behind Chanyeol, wrapping his arms around him and breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo, relaxing for the first time in weeks.
“Mmmmmmm hi…” Chanyeol hums, instinctively leaning back into Kyungsoo’s warmth.
“Hi…” Kyungsoo whispers, squeezing him in greeting, bringing their bodies closer.
Chanyeol smiles and mumbles through a yawn, “I love being your little spoon,” then he shifts, trying to turn around in Kyungsoo’s arms, “I’m sorry… I meant to stay up for you…”
“Shut up and go back to sleep,” Kyungsoo replies, kissing the back of his neck.
Chanyeol wriggles closer, protesting even as his voice trailed off towards sleep “But it’s the weekend… wanted to see you…as much as possible…”
“There’s time enough tomorrow and Sunday, stupid,” Kyungsoo replies, rubbing his hand soothingly through Chanyeol’s hair, eliciting a tiny moan.
Kyungsoo squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to ignore the flare of arousal the sound caused. Chanyeol was obviously exhausted, and there was indeed time to spare. It had just been so long… Both of them have been too busy. Kyungsoo frowned at the thought, peppering kisses along Chanyeol’s shoulders. He had been so supportive all week; bringing Kyungsoo food when he forgot to eat, listen patiently when he ranted about his incompetent group members and strict professors, massage him when he got too tense. Kyungsoo hadn’t even given it a thought, too wrapped up in his own world.
But now, after weeks of stress and work, lying here with nothing on his mind but the person he held in his arms, he saw the effects that the past weeks have had on Chanyeol as well. He always seemed to energetic and positive, but he had shifts to work at the restaurant, his own studying to do, his performance review to get ready for, and had been there for him through all his stress and bad moods.
He squeezes his eyes shut, berating himself. He had never been good at expressing his emotions and tended to lash out rather than communicate his feelings. Chanyeol never seemed to mind, but he just hoped he knew… Knew how much…
Kyungsoo tightens his hold on Chanyeol, eliciting another soft murmur. He forces himself to loosen his grip, pressing his face against the back of Chanyeol’s neck. He had been selfish for too long, it was his turn to care for his boyfriend and let him get some sleep. There would be time to make up for the past couple of weeks. Kyungsoo felt his own eyes beginning to droop. Yes, there was time. After sleep… After…
The second thing Chanyeol knew for certain is that watching Kyungsoo while he sleeps is his absolute favorite thing.
Yes, it was probably a little creepy, but he couldn’t help himself. Kyungsoo looked so beautiful when he slept, the way his face twitches as he dreams, the way he scrunched his face up as the morning light began to come in, offended by the sunlight that inevitably got through their shitty apartment blinds. It wasn’t just his boyfriend’s cute tics has he slept that made him happy, it’s the fact that he was able to lie there next to this person that he loved, in their cheap apartment that they owned together. It was small and the sink clogged often, it was in desperate need of re-painting, and they should probably buy a new mattress too, but it was THEIR sink, and THEIR bed. And when Chanyeol stopped and thought about it too long he couldn’t control the smile on his face. Kyungsoo called it cheesy the first time he talked about that feeling, but he had also blushed and looked away, unable to hide his smile.
So yes, Chanyeol loved watching Kyungsoo sleep. He also couldn’t remember the last time he had been able to have this, this lazy morning with the sun filtering through the blinds, where they had nowhere to be all weekend, no test to study for, no shift to rush off to. Unable to help himself Chanyeol reached out and traced the lines of Kyungsoo’s face, his lips, his nose, his cheekbones.
In the warm, hazy glow of the morning, it was so easy to block out the rest of the world. It was just the two of them here; the rest of the world could go to hell for all he cared.
Chanyeol’s attention was brought back from his musing as Kyungsoo’s face scrunching intensified as he woke up, slowly blinking his eyes open.
“Morning,” Kyungsoo whispered, smiling softly as he nuzzled against Chanyeol’s face.
Chanyeol couldn’t help the grin that broke across his face, “Happy end of finals.”
Kyungsoo groans half happily, half lamenting, “It’s been a long time coming…”
“I know,” Chanyeol replies quietly, his smiling subduing a little bit.
It had been a rough time, but this weekend was their time to relax and spend some time together. With that thought in mind, Chanyeol moved his hand away where it was stroking gently through Kyungsoo’s hair, moving it down his chest, “Should we celebrate?” he smiles cheekily, wrapping his hand around Kyungsoo’s cock.
Kyungsoo looks at Chanyeol, an unreadable expression on his face, “No…” he replies.
Flushing a little, Chanyeol draws his hand back, “Oh… ok.” He says softly.
Rolling his eyes, Kyungsoo grabs Chanyeol’s shoulder to prevent him from moving back further “Don’t be silly. I just meant not like that.”
“Oh?” Chanyeol breathes, searching his boyfriend’s face, trying to get a read on his mood.
Kyungsoo smiles back at him. “Yeah… It’s my turn,” pulling at Chanyeol’s shoulder so he turns to lie on his stomach.
“Oh yeah?” Chanyeol breathes shakily, turning his head to meet his boyfriends intent gaze, “Turn for what?”
The mattress shifts as Kyungsoo moves to straddle Chanyeol’s back, leaning down to whisper right into his ear, “Time for me to take care of you,” and kisses Chanyeol’s cheek, before moving away.
Turning his face into the pillow, Chanyeol groans happily as skillful hands begin to massage his back, relaxing as Kyungsoo targets all the knots of tension that had been building throughout the weeks, working at them until Chanyeol feels as if he’s melting into the mattress.
“Feels… so good…” Chanyeol breathes happily, eyes drooping, feeling as if he could fall asleep right now.
Kyungsoo hums in acknowledgment, shifting back on Chanyeol’s body, moving to massage his buttocks. Chanyeol gasped at the new sensation, all traces of sleepiness disappearing as his lower region started to show particular interest in Kyungsoo’s attention.
“Kyungsoo, I want… I need…” he moans, shifting against the mattress to get some friction on his erection.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to take such good care of you,” Kyungsoo replies, urgency coloring his voice.
Kyungsoo shifts again, spreading Chanyeol’s legs. He moans as he feels Kyungsoo’s fingers, slick with lube he must have reached for while Chanyeol was zoned out, press against his entrance, hissing at the first intrusion.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Kyungsoo grunts, working Chanyeol open slowly.
Biting his lip, Chanyeol wills himself to relax through sheer force of will. He needed Kyungsoo inside him yesterday. “It’s been too long,” he breathes out, “Kyungsoo… Please… I’m ready. I need you.”
He makes a noise of complaint at the emptiness as Kyungsoo removes his fingers, only to be gently shushed by his lover. “Don’t worry, baby, I got you,” Kyungsoo says, moving off of his seat straddling Chanyeol’s legs, gently turning him onto his back.
“Hey there,” Chanyeol grins up at Kyungsoo, “I’m loving this view.”
“Sap,” Kyungsoo replies, rolling his eyes and smiling.
Humming in agreement, Chanyeol reaches up to wrap his arms around Kyungsoo’s neck. “Yeah, but I’m your sap,” winking up at his boyfriend.
Kyungsoo’s gaze goes from amused to serious as he looks down, eyes flicking across Chanyeol’s face. “You are,” he replies, bending down for a kiss, using the opportunity to slide smoothly into Chanyeol, mouth open in a gasp of pleasure, “You’re mine.”
Tears well up in Chanyeol’s eyes, partly from the words and partly from the sudden sensation, momentarily overwhelmed from the feeling after weeks without. “K-Kyungsoo…”
Kyungsoo groans, his hips stuttering forwards until he’s completely inside Chanyeol, “I’ve missed this… so much…” he forces out, panting against Chanyeol’s neck.
“Y-yeah,” Chanyeol stutters out, breathing through the initial twinge of discomfort, rubbing his hands up and down Kyungsoo’s back.
“Not just this,” Kyungsoo continues, pulling back to meet Chanyeol’s eyes, shifting his hips slightly to gauge Chanyeol’s reaction, “I’ve missed us… missed you…”
Chanyeol’s eyes shine as he pulls Kyungsoo in for a tender kiss, gasping slightly as the movement sparked a flash of pleasure, and he squeezed his legs tighter around Kyungsoo’s hips. “I’ve missed us too… I…“
He’s cut off as Kyungsoo kisses him again, with more tongue and heat this time “Thank you.”
Chanyeol searches his lovers face, smiling sweetly. He loved it when Kyungsoo got this way in bed. He knew that Kyungsoo was not big on grand gestures or public displays of affection, keeping his emotions hidden from those who didn’t truly know him. But here, in their apartment, with the sun filtering in through the blinds casting everything in a warm glow, his usual barriers came down. Here in this bed, nothing in the world mattered but the two of them.
“You’ve been the only thing getting me through this,” Kyungsoo continues as he pulls his hips out only to drive them back in, drawing a loud moan from Chanyeol, “I’m sorry I haven’t been better…”
This time it’s Chanyeol who cuts his lover off, bringing one of his hands to cover Kyungsoo’s mouth, ensuring he has his full attention, as he looks him in the eyes, “You don’t have to be better. You just have to be mine. I love you,” he says, moving his hand away from Kyungsoo’s mouth so he can kiss him again, “Unconditionally.”
The look that Kyungsoo gives him is a mixture of awe and disbelief, as if he’s not sure how he ended up here, got this lucky. Chanyeol smiles back at him “Now if you’re done needlessly apologizing, are you going to get on with it? I’ve been waiting long enough,” he winks, intentionally clenching around Kyungsoo’s cock.
“You little shit,” breathes Kyungsoo as he pulls out almost completely, ramming his hips so hard that Chanyeol sees stars, pushing him up the bed, “Shut up and let me show you, I need to show you…” and proceeds to drive in and out, until all that Chanyeol can do is moan and cling to Kyungsoo’s back.
The kisses that Kyungsoo has been giving all across Chanyeol’s chest turn frantic, moving up his neck to his mouth, breaking away only when he needed to breathe. “Chanyeol,” he gasped, “I’m close.”
“Ok, it’s alright, I’m ready, I need this,” Chanyeol let out in bursts, reaching down to grab his cock.
“No,” Kyungsoo replies, “Let me… I need to take care of you.”
Chanyeol throws his head back and lets out a helpless laugh as Kyungsoo takes hold of him and begins stroking, all the while never stopping laying kisses all over his face and neck. “You do… you always do,” he manages to say before the power of speech fails him as Kyungsoo’s thrusts become even more deep, hitting directly in the place that makes Chanyeol see stars.
One last thrust pushes Chanyeol over the edge as he comes, barely registering Kyungsoo’s broken groan as he buries himself deep in Chanyeol, coming himself moments later.
For the next minute or so all that can be heard is the panting as both of them come down from the rush and the pleasure, almost overwhelming after weeks without it.
Kyungsoo places another kiss on Chanyeol’s cheek, as Chanyeol traces patterns along Kyungsoo’s sweaty back. His laugh disrupts the silence, drawing Kyungsoo’s attention towards his lover’s face “What is it?” he says softly, unwilling to disturb the peace just yet.
Meeting his gaze, Chanyeol smiles happily, “I’m just… happy. I’m really happy.”
“Yeah…” Kyungsoo replies, running his fingers through Chanyeol’s hair, “I am too,” and smiles down at his boyfriend, leaning down slowly to draw Chanyeol into another kiss.
Chanyeol hums into Kyungsoo’s, feeling happier than he had in weeks. He grins slyly, breaking off the kiss, “You know what else I’ve missed?”
“What?” Kyungsoo replies, looking cautious at the look in his boyfriend’s eyes.
“Tickle fights!!!” he crows, surprising Kyungsoo by flipping them over and pinning him down, attacking his sides with his nimble fingers, drawing out an indignant squeal from Kyungsoo.
“YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Kyungsoo squeaks, laughing as he tries to fend off Chanyeol’s fingers.
A minute later the two of them collapse together onto the mattress, letting out hiccupping gasps as they catch their breath, both of them smiling helplessly at one another, automatically cuddling closer together.
Chanyeol smiles, whispers “I love you.”
Kyungsoo blushes and hides his face in the crook of Chanyeol’s neck, showing in action what he couldn’t always say in words.
But Chanyeol doesn’t mind, pulling Kyungsoo’s warmth closer to his side, because the third thing Chanyeol knew for certain is that Kyungsoo loves him too.
