baekyong ◍ right where i want you

right where i want you

"Now," he smiles, pouncing on the bed beside Taeyong. "Did you stay here just to scare hyung? Or just to annoy him?"

"Neither," Taeyong says shyly.

"Did you need to talk to me about something?"

Did he? Hell if Taeyong knows. He realizes he has no earthly idea what sort of excuse he should make up.

"Yes," Taeyong goes with.

"What about?"

Baekyong sits up beside Taeyong, looking expectant.

"Ah- nothing," Taeyong coughs.

"So weird," Baekhyun coos, not unkindly. He pinches one of Taeyong's cheeks like an aunt would. Taeyong is just relieved he let it go.

Baekhyun flops back against the downy comforter, stretching his arms up overhead. He lets out an obscene groan at the stretch and Taeyong has to physically look away from where his shirt rides up, exposing more of this thighs.

Taeyong's eyes dart around and fall on the next best thing to make conversation about- the huge television on the opposite wall from the bed. "Do- do you wanna watch something?"

"It's late, isn't it?" Baekhyun asks. "I'm not jet lagged if you're not."

"I'm not," Taeyong agrees. He's never felt more awake.

Taeyong gets the remote and hands it to Baekhyun as he settles himself at the top of the bed, propped up again the mountain of pillows obscuring the leather headboard.

"How could I forget everything would be in English," Baekhyun laughs, scrolling through channels and finding nothing but Midwestern cooking shows and infomercial stations. The screen turns to black and Baekhyun sighs loudly, over-exaggerated.

"I have all the episodes of Boys Over Flowers downloaded," Taeyong admits, loving the way Baekhyun's face lights up and a laugh rings from his lips.

"A classic," he grins. Baekhyun shifts closer, cozying up to Taeyong. "Who knew our Taeyongie was such a romantic, hm?"

Taeyong tries to get the first episode ready, all the while hyperfocused on exactly where his arm is touching Baekhyun's, where their thighs faintly brush each other. He wants to be closer.

There's something soothing about watching a show so old and familiar, a sense of comfort Taeyong draws from watching the well-known plot unfold in front of his eyes. It's almost enough to distract him from the man beside pressed against his side. Baekhyun radiates warmth- he lets his mind drift from his phone screen and suddenly every small point of contact between them has his full attention.

Is Baekhyun this conscious of how they're touching? Does he like it? Taeyong can feel the rise and fall of Baekhyun's breathing through his arm, is that weird? Taeyong likes it, at least. He would do anything to stay in this moment, near Baekhyun, just basking in his presence. A tiny drop of water drips onto his shoulder from Baekhyun's hair. He smells clean and manly and human. Should he press closer? Is it-

Suddenly, Baekhyun laughs at something onscreen and throws his head back. His hand flies up. When it comes back down, it lands on Taeyong's thigh. Close to the top. It stays.

Taeyong prays that his hyung doesn't hear the jolt in his breath.

Things are okay until Baekhyun starts moving, a gentle, looping, back and forth movement of his thumb on the outside of Taeyong's leg. Goosebumps.

Baekhyun laughs again, squeezes a little.

"Hyung," Taeyong gasps. God, he sounds so wrecked.

"Ah," Baekhyun chuckles. Everything seems to be lighthearted to him. "Sorry, Taeyongie. Didn't realize you were so sensitive," he says pointedly, swatting at Taeyong's thigh.