Cake

The celebration had been an all-nighter, but Chen hadn't had any of his own birthday cake yet. He sat down in the wee hours of the night to finally taste some of the left over cake while the remaining party guests stumbled out of the front door, slurring a good bye and remarked about how dope the party had been. 

Only his trusted friend Xiumin stayed behind to help him clean up the place. After they'd expediently cleaned it up enough Xiumin sat down crosslegged on a chair opposite Chen, eyeing him intesely as he struggled with his cake. Yes, Chen was a little bit drunk, he'd readily admit, there hadn't been a single soul in the party who hadn't taken the opportunity to drink to their heart's delight. Chen and Xiumin included. 

Chen was now wrestling a bit of cake onto his flimsy plastic spoon. Honestly the thing was so tiny and breakable, he was wondering how anyone had been eating cake with these spoons all night. He bit off a tiny bite of the cake but about half of it fell down onto the table right beside the plate. Well, at least he didn't spill on his clothes. He smiles sheepishly up at Xiumin who is eyeing him contemplatively. 

Those eyes, rimmed with eyeliner, his black hair parted in the middle almost came down to obscure one of his eyes as he was looking at Chen intently. It did some kind of something to Chen.

Giving up entirely on the plastic spoon he picked up the spilled cake with his index finger and heard a "tsk" thrown his way. 

"What?" Chen said self-conciously. 

"Chen, that's dirty" Xiumin says walking up to a wide-eyed Chen with slow but determined steps, his eyes on Chen's finger. 

Chen moves to clean his finger on a napkin but Xiumin takes a firm hold of his wrist and licks the offensive cake right off of his friend's index finger. 

Chen is frozen to the spot. He's so shocked he doesn't know what to do. He just mutely stares at at Xiumin's lips as he takes the finger into his mouth. His insides have turned to liquid fire and it's burning though his heart. His dick apparently thinks this is the hottest thing that's ever happened to him because he's instantly straining against his skinny jeans. The feel of Xiumin's tongue circling his finger is NOT helping.
His cheeks burn bright red as he finally finds his voice.

"H-h-hyung" he says, his voice raspy, he clears it and doesn't dare look his hyung in the eyes. Xiumin pops Chen's finger out of his mouth. 

"There, all better" Xiumin says and there is not a hint of a smile on his face, not one trace of mirth. Chen looks at him like he's going to crack any second, like his friend will tell him this was all a joke, inappropriate as it may have been. But there are no other words coming from Xiumin's lips, he's not cracking up, it doesn't look like a joke. And by the way his finger had been licked clean, Xiumin's eyes holding his gaze the whole time with THAT look in his eyes, it doesn't feel like a joke either. 

"H-hyung, that's a bit..." he trails off. He honestly doesn't know how to finsh the sentance. All sorts of feelings are running though him; panic, arousal, confusion.
What? Why? What is going on??

"Honestly Chennie, you should take better care not to be so messy."
Xiumin smirks at Chen's dumbfound expression and runs his thumb along his friend's lower lip.

"Even your lips are messy" he says as he licks the sweet cake off his own thumb. 

"Mm" he says as if nothing weird is going on "good cake." 

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Notes:

While googling 'Chen cake' I got a surprising amount of pictures of Xiumin ogling other people's cakes xD xD xD I can't stop laughing! He's so cute though. He's the adorablest. :P 

I hope you enjoyed this little thing. There may be a part 2 coming soon, I figure Xiumin has to explain himself, doesn't he? ^_~