Title: The Revenge of the Holy Trinity
Pairing: Sehun/Jongin/Chanyeol, Chanyeol/Sehun, Chanyeol/Jongin, Jongin/Sehun, EXO-SKY/Baekhyun
Rating: M
Genre: Smut, Polyamory, Fluff, Comedy, Bromance
Warnings: Threesome Sex, Cursing, Infidelity, Violence, Dumb SeKaiYeol
Word Count: 8.9k words
Summary: Sehun, Jongin, and Chanyeol were fooled by their ex-boyfriend who happens to be the same person. They find comfort within each other as they seek for revenge.
Notes: OMG. This has been sitting in my drafts for a long time so I'm finally writing SEKAIYEOL. Brace yourselves! (If you're uncomfortable with this ship then might as well not read it. We don't want weak bitches here.)
This is inspired by this prompt submitted to me by my lovely reader! Thank you so much and enjoy reading!
*
Chanyeol has an own problem of his own, same goes for the people who decided to get drunk and get laid at this club tonight. He deserves a mind-blowing sex with anyone gay who is willing to lend their ass for his pent-up cock. One-night stand is just great, especially after an entire tiring and mundane eight to five hours of office job.
Work has been too stressful for Chanyeol this week; his boss is a gigantic disgusting pig who won't value his efforts and skills. He stole the spotlight that was supposed to be his. Chanyeol didn't work hard for the project so his boss could get all the credit.
All Chanyeol wanted was a promotion; he just wanted a higher salary so he could save up enough money to move out of his suffocating tiny apartment. The paper-thin moldy walls need some repairing too, because he swears he could see through the holes his perverted otaku neighbor jacking off to hentai every night. It traumatizes him hearing motto, motto, yamete kudesai senpai in a high-pitched japanese female voice each night. His ears have been severely damaged just like his poor and sex-deprived soul.
Well, another reason why Chanyeol badly wanted to leave the place is that, it also had traces of his motherfucking bitch of an ex-boyfriend--- Chanyeol sighs--- that hoe who cheated on him with a younger dude. It has already been two years yet it's still clearly etched in his memory, how he saw Baekhyun entering a motel with a college student. He had followed Baekhyun that night, and mind you, that was supposed to be their second-year anniversary; so it really enraged Chanyeol to the bones, when he saw his cunning ex-boyfriend fucking himself on a stranger's cock wearing that yellow pikachu costume.
First off, it was supposed to be their plan. He was supposed to be the one fucking Baekhyun and not that guy, whoever he was. Second off, really, bitch? The Pikachu? Chanyeol himself bought that costume. It was for his niece who was a big fan and Baekhyun had the audacity to steal it! And lastly, Baekhyun cheated on him after all the trust and effort he invested in him. Chanyeol kicked him out of his apartment after the confrontation; Baekhyun didn't even try to pay his share of rent, saying he needed money to get to his new boyfriend's place. He was gone before Chanyeol knew it.
Honestly, Chanyeol loved Baekhyun. He really did. Baekhyun had a nice ass and a great body. He was good in bed. He was perfect. Aside from the fact that Baekhyun is a fucking cheater, a whole-ass traitor, a good-for-nothing imbecile, and a shameless whore, yes, Chanyeol actually loved him.
But now? Not anymore. All he feels for that bitch is nothing but hatred and anger. He wants Baekhyun to pay for his sins. He wants him gone. He wants him slaughtered. He wants him kneeling before him, asking for forgiveness. He swears he's gonna get his revenge on Baekhyun if ever he crossed-paths with that guy again. He doesn't know how yet. But he will definitely have his grand payback. Just by thinking about his ex's face is making him wanna throw and break the glass of tequila he is holding right now. His boss is another headache he wants to disappear from the face of the earth.
"Careful with that. It's private property."
"Fuck it," Chanyeol swigs the alcohol in one go, cringing at the bitterness it brings to his throat. Reality registers him that he is sitting in front of the bar counter in still his suit and tie this Friday night. Lively music ringing into his ears, neon lights blinding his eyes, people wildly dancing, sensually grinding, heatedly making out at the dance floor, and a handsome bartender in front of him serving another shot, Chanyeol is now aware.
"Had a tough week, huh?"
The bartender, Chanyeol squints his eyes at the name plate, Jongin, is giving him a not-too-friendly inviting smirk. He's kind of attractive, hot even. Tan-skinned, plump cock-sucking lips, sharp jawline, maybe also six-foot tall and sexy like him, and basically a whole snack.
Chanyeol knows how to identify a good-looking man since he's one of them.
"Yeah. My boss is an asshole."
"Same here," Jongin whispers, leaning seductively dangerously close, side-eyeing a dirty old man at the couch surrounded by young innocent-looking ladies who are victims of clothing shortage and are actually sluts. "Been there once." He shrugs. "Thanks to that someone I knew, I got to serve drinks now, especially to attractive costumers like you."
"Someone you knew?"
"An ex brought me here, then I've got the job after college. But I don't wanna talk about that shit anymore."
Chanyeol laughs at how the bartender's face turns incredibly sour the moment he mentioned his ex. Looks like they have a same ground.
"Let me guess. She---"
"He."
"He cheated on you."
"I hate that you guessed it right," Jongin slides another glass, clicking his tongue. "It's on the house."
Chanyeol quirks an eyebrow, throwing Jongin a look,"Dude, I top."
"Now I confirmed," Jongin chuckles. "I vers, by the way." He narrows his eyes at Chanyeol's ID he's still wearing around his neck, before trailing his gaze again at the man staring at him. "Mr. Park Chanyeol, the hottest employee of SM Industries?"
Chanyeol drinks the gifted alcohol bottoms-up.
"Do you wanna fuck?"
Moans escape from Chanyeol's mouth as they make out against the wall, sinful tongues tangling, hungry mouth crashing, and lips roughly kissing. Chanyeol pins the hot bartender inside his arms, stumbling over his own feet when Jongin knees his growing erection in between his legs. The friction is so fucking gratifying but lacking. He wonders how those pretty lips would feel when wrapped around his cock.
"Hard already?" Jongin teases.
"Shut up."
Chanyeol hasn't experienced yet hooking up with tops who are willing to bottom, so Jongin is gonna be the first time. He's more on the petite twink-ish type; round peachy ass, smooth curvy hips, baby white skin, cute innocent little bitches who have smaller frames and short heights. His ex must've influenced his preferences quite a lot and he hates him for that. So starting from now, Chanyeol decides he's gonna change the way his homosexual taste views men. He's now gonna try a different cuisine.
"I honestly loved him! I HONESTLY FUCKING LOVED HIM!!! How could he do this to me!? How!?"
Jongin is in the middle of hurriedly unbuckling the belt of Chanyeol's tight pants when a loud sobbing voice interrupts them. Chanyeol looks up in alarm, seeing a guy drinking on a bottle of soju and crying on the couch. He is literally owning the room, given there are his stuff everywhere and bottles of alcohol on the table.
"You said this room's private?" Chanyeol blurts out, glaring at Jongin who's only smiling sheepishly at him. "Make that person leave!"
"FUCK YOU, BITCH! FUCK YOU AND YOUR CHEATING ASS!" the drunk man yells as he weeps, throwing the green bottle away and causing it to land a foot shy from Chanyeol's spot. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
Shocked, Chanyeol flinches and avoids the breaking shards of glass. Now he's practically annoyed; the hard-on inside his pants is now disappearing. He just wanna fuck. He doesn't wanna involve himself in another person's problem. He's got his own.
"Do you mind waiting for a bit? Jongin asks Chanyeol, approaching the sulking costumer who seems to be oblivious of his surroundings.
"Oh my god, really," Chanyeol raises his shoulders and sighs in disbelief. Crossing his arms dramatically, he waits on the side impatiently.
"Sehun, hey. Not in here," Jongin lightly taps the guy who immediately recognizes his voice. "Go to the next room."
"Wait, you know him?"
"He's a friend."
Chanyeol rolls his eyes. "A quick favor. Get your friend out of here right now."
Sehun, Jongin's friend, glances around the room from his crying state. He sees familiar and unfamiliar faces looking at him worriedly or either judging him hard. He frowns at the familiar one, clinging his arms around Jongin's neck and pulling him down for a hug.
"Dude!!! That bitch cheated on me! I'm heartbroken! Make me happy!" Sehun whines while kicking his feet childishly, and Chanyeol can't believe he is seeing this shit. "Please!? Come on, I need a shoulder to cry on!"
"I've got a business here as you can see. We should hang out next time, okay?" Jongin says, pushing Sehun away from the embrace. He peers over his shoulder and checks up on his costumer who looks dead-ass pissed off.
"You know what," Chanyeol picks up his body bag lying on the floor. He points at the door using his thumb. "I'm gonna go." Jongin flashes a sad look. "Babysit that friend of yours and I'll be on my way."
"No, wait! Don't go! We haven't fucked yet!"
"How are we gonna get it on with that dude literally all over you!?"
Chanyeol eyes Jongin with that Sehun dude hugging him like a drunk sloth. Jongin sighs, carding his hair through his fingers. Sehun pouts. Silence lingers for a while before Chanyeol breathes, accepting the fact that he won't gonna have any ass tonight unless he's gonna switch bars. But he's too tipsy to drive.
"Come on, just drink... Just drink with me, man! I need to fucking... let this out off my chest!" Sehun screams, pulling his friend and the other stranger to sit with him on the couch. "You know... it hurts so much... It fucking hurts... a lot... being cheated on!"
Chanyeol steals the alcohol from Sehun's hand, taking a sip on it and shooting Jongin a glare. "You owe me a night." Then he drinks on the bottle again. "Fuck. That hits the spot."
"Who's this guy," Sehun whispers to Jongin, giving Chanyeol a sluggish quick once over, "Your boyfriend?"
"He's Chanyeol, the costumer whom I was about to have my ass drilled if you hadn't come, you cockblocker," Jongin states. He pours himself a glass and drinks. "Fucking great timing."
"He's hot," Sehun mumbles.
"I get that a lot," Chanyeol replies to the compliment. "So, what happened to you?"
"Oh, me?" Sehun chuckles dryly, "I just broke up... with my ex-boyfriend... Because... that fucking vixen... I heard him," and now he starts to cry, "having a phone call... with another man! And he called him," he ugly-sobs, "He called him... He fucking... called that bastard whoever he is... his sweetie pie munchkin!!! Aaaahhhhh!!!"
Jongin and Chanyeol share a look.
"I heard him saying.... he was coming to get that... that fucking thick yummy hairy cock he had for breakfast the other day... and the day before that... and last week... and another week before that..."
Sehun weeps even more furiously.
"After all I've done for him! After all the effort I've given on that fucking bitch... Was my cock not enough? It's the biggest cock in the world, you know! How dare him cheat on me.... That slut... I'm gonna murder him! I'm gonna go find that bitch and I'm gonna fucking slit his throat and kill him! I'm gonna do that right now!"
Sehun gets a bottle and breaks it, attempting to stand up and heading to the exit. Chanyeol immediately grabs his waist to stop him before he can even leave. Jongin quickly runs to the door, locking it.
"No, dude! You stay there!" Jongin warns, "Put that bottle away!"
"Yeah! Murder is a crime!" Chanyeol says, still holding on to a screaming Sehun, "Calm down!"
"Get the hell off of me, you bastard!" Sehun wails out, struggling within Chanyeol's confines. He uses his foot to strongly kick Chanyeol on the face so he can escape. He crawls on the floor when he finally releases himself.
"Ahhhh! My eyes!" Chanyeol cries, rolling on the carpet. "Fuck! I just got lasik!"
"Sehun, you're drunk. Listen to me, get back on the couch right now and throw that bottle away," Jongin says, guarding the door behind his back from Sehun ready to attack him, "I don't wanna resort to violence!"
"But I'm fucking angry!" Sehun loudly sobs, "I want to have my sweet revenge!"
"How dare you kick my eyes!" Chanyeol mutters angrily, getting up and going towards Sehun. He is about to grab Sehun's collar and punch him on the face when Jongin slides in the middle of them, blocking Sehun and holding Chanyeol up.
"STOP!!!"
Silence falls among them.
"I want peace and I just wanna fuck," Jongin says, "Wanna threeway?"
Chanyeol has no mercy as he harshly grabs Jongin's hair, thrusting his large cock into his tight asshole while the male moans in ecstasy. The obscene sound of slapping of skin against skin is clearly eminent inside the room as Sehun rams his dick into Jongin's throat until he gags. Being fucked on both ends, Jongin pushes his body back into Chanyeol's hips, causing him to also cant forward into Sehun's delicious cock due to the hard intensity. Chanyeol is greatly loving this sight; the dazzling bartender whom he met minutes ago has now his perky ass presented before his lusty eyes, and not only that, he's also got to be served with an additional good looks by the form of Sehun who's face-fucking the same guy he is boning right now.
Chanyeol knows this is the alcohol's doing, making his head reel and explode. But he doesn't care anymore, this is just too fucking promiscuous and exhilarating. He's not one to waste any single moment of this fuck session, so before he realizes it, although a bit reluctant, he is now furiously making out with the cute stranger he just met. Sehun and him are united in stuffing Jongin's filthy holes.
Sehun is a messy kisser, but a good one on that note. He incorporates too much tongue and teeth; hungrily licking, earnestly sucking and pleasurably gasping every now and then when Chanyeol pulls away to breathe. Chanyeol lands fresh hickeys also around his neck, before Jongin briefly rises up and joins himself into the sloppy kiss. He is having two gorgeous faces and basically willing mouths experimentally eating his lips in a downright sensual way. Chanyeol decides it's not that bad. This unconventional set-up is making him feel even hornier, bolder. He turns to peek down at their groins, and there he finds three erect cocks standing proud and tall. Their glinting heads inside their condoms are leaking with clear precum in their XL sizes, frotting needily against each other for pleasurable wanted friction.
"Blow me," Chanyeol orders as if on habit to nobody in particular, and yet the two younger males are swiftly right on their knees after his words, swallowing his cock alternately.
Damn, this is gotta be heaven, Chanyeol thinks, especially when Sehun's teeth takes off the condom and goes expertly licking under his ballsack. He proves himself right though, that Jongin's lips are made for sucking dick. The thickness of his mouth muscles are so perfect wrapped around for his throbbing cock.
"Oh god... More, suck harder... That feels so good!"
Probably super alcohol intoxicated, Sehun finds himself desperately kneeling on the floor, chest flushed on the couch. His soft bubble butt is raised in the air as he helps his puckered asshole be exposed using his hands spreading them. Jongin and Chanyeol's gazes darken at the luscious appearance, causing their cocks to harden and curve solid against their bellies.
"Do me," Sehun moans breathily, peering over his shoulder and blinking at the two men in his droopy half-lidded eyes. "Please... I want... something inside my hole..."
Chanyeol is already on his way before Sehun can beg the second time. His tongue is completely slicked with lube and saliva after Jongin shares his own into his awaiting mouth, dripping and wet ready for Sehun's pure tightness. A drawn-out cry escapes Sehun's lips, having Chanyeol fuck his virgin asshole with his little muscle, nudging, stretching, pushing, and circling thoroughly. Chanyeol globes Sehun's buns inside his large calloused palms, mounding them like bread, while Jongin watches, excitedly stroking his cock up and down with practiced speed.
"First time?" Chanyeol asks, a hint of worry lacing his voice. Something tugs in Jongin's chest when Sehun nods.
"Mm-hm," Sehun manages to answer, even in his drunken state.
Chanyeol smirks.
"All right, dude. I'll be gentle."
Slowly at first, Chanyeol puts on another condom and pushes his cock to move gently back and forth. He is eventually drilling his dick into Sehun's asshole, burying his long cock as if to tear his whole butt apart. Cries of pain fill the air as nails dig into the carpet due to Chanyeol pounding mercilessly into Sehun's addicting heat. Jongin's insides are twisting as he listens to Sehun's sobs. He crouches down and instinctively kisses the other male to at least relieve his discomfort.
"What... What was that for..." Sehun mumbles.
Jongin averts eyes, "Nothing, bro. Just felt like doing it."
Chanyeol withdraws out, pumping his fist around his spurting cock and peeling off his condom to release his cum as he achieves his hazy orgasm. He paints Sehun's ass cheeks with his load, lazily grunting until he softens. Stepping aside, he encourages Jongin towards the waiting ass out in the open.
"Your turn."
That does something to wake up a braincell in Jongin's cerebellum.
"I'll make Sehun come while you fuck him next."
Sehun rolls over so that he is on his back lying on the floor, legs stretched apart, cock curling hard against his stomach begging for attention and asshole twitching for Jongin's manhood. Enveloping his palm around the base of Sehun's dick, Chanyeol removes the condom, and begins jacking him off to help Sehun reach his high.
"Jongin?"
"Huh?"
Sehun blinks up to him, "What are you doing just standing there? Come on. You proposed the threesome, right?"
"Right."
Jongin wills away the uncomfortable feeling of fucking his friend as he settles himself in between Sehun's legs, readying his cock for penetration. Not that he hates this idea, nope. He honestly likes it though. He even planned this out sometime before, getting into Sehun's pants. Well, everybody wanted to hook up with him, unfortunately he had a boyfriend so. But Sehun is now single so who cares?
"Fuck, you are so goddamned tight," Jongin groans under his breath, thrusting his dick into Sehun's ass. He recites in his mind that it's casual and they're all drunk so maybe having sex with your friend whom you treat close to a brother is definitely all right, "Fuck, fuck, fuck... Your insides are melting my cock at how tight you are, Sehun..."
"Shit, just thrust into me harder will you..."
"As you wish."
Chanyeol quickens the pace of his hand, coercing Sehun into his pending sexual gratification. Lifting Sehun's legs above his shoulders, Jongin slides his cock in and out of Sehun's entrance, fucking him into oblivion as Chanyeol watches in satisfaction. Dribbles of rich cum flows out of Sehun's spent asshole coming from Jongin's dick, while Chanyeol flicks his fingers to finish Sehun off.
The three of them share series of heavy panting, bodies exhausted plopped on the floor, and fully knocked down. Smiles with different meanings behind them appear on their faces, before everything turns pitch black.
*
Chanyeol thought their encounter ended after that.
It has been exactly one week and three days since that night happened, yet here he is, sitting by the table at a famous coffee shop he frequents to and currently nursing a glass of milkshake he got for free from one of the guys he had slept with. Everybody knows it's a protocol never to meet up again with someone whom you hooked up with, unless otherwise you accidentally threw up on their shirt and you had to pay for the dry-cleaning.
But that's not the case here. Chanyeol doesn't even know what he's doing here in the first place and why he even agreed to wait for Sehun to finish his shift so they could sit down and talk for a bit. He's only supposed to grab coffee after taking out the trash and doing groceries. Maybe it was the way Sehun looked different this morning that the younger male has charmed his way into him saying yes.
Apparently, Sehun is a new part-timer at the coffee shop and Chanyeol happened to meet the younger when he was ordering several minutes ago. So that explains why he's now caught up in an unlikely situation with the guy.
"The weather... It's nice today, isn't it?"
"It's fine, I guess."
"I like all the sunshine and the birds..." Sehun wiggles his fingers in the air, "They're pretty."
Chanyeol feels super awkward it's giving him anxieties.
"Okay."
Sehun flashes him a constipated smile.
"So, what do you for a living?"
"I'm the team leader of our company's marketing department."
Sinking back to his chair, Sehun furrows his eyebrows.
Chanyeol clears his throat.
"I mean, I go to the office and do stuff."
"Oh."
"Yeah. How about you?"
"Well, I could've ended up like you if I hadn't dropped out of college. Now I'm just pretty much living off from my parents' money while I work part-time everywhere."
"How old are you? Gotta make sure I'm not gonna be put behind bars."
That makes Sehun snort.
"Twenty-four, both me and Jongin."
"I'm two years older."
"Great."
Sehun looks literally like a baby. With his ink-jet black hair traveling in all directions, his milky white skin under the sunlight, his bright shining eyes, his pinkish pouting lips, and his whole child-like face, he appears younger than his actual age. He kind of has a lisp too, a speech defect with the consonant "s", and it's making Chanyeol want to cry.
Thank god Sehun isn't a minor. Chanyeol here is having a major guilt that the images of their sex are flashing back in his mind. He vividly remembers how he fucked the living daylights out of this guy, recalling how Sehun's naked body was obscenely splayed underneath him for his cock. He can't believe that that drunk man and this cute kid is exactly the same person.
"Can I call you hyung, Chanyeol?"
"What," Chanyeol blinks. "How'd you even know my name, I don't remember properly introducing myself that time."
"We kind of like, mentioned each other's names in the lines of us fucking each other until we orgasm and--"
"Okay, wait a second! Don't finish that sentence!"
Sehun rolls his eyes. "Fine."
"Sehun, right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, Sehun. I don't understand the main reason why we're sitting down here together, but I just wanna make myself clear to you that I don't have any plans having a post-connection with someone whom I just had sex with. This is nothing but a pure coincidence and I hope we don't see each other again in the near future."
Sehun's eyes turn gloomy. Chanyeol immediately regrets saying everything of that.
"Can't we just, you know, hang out?"
"What do you mean hang out?"
"Like, maybe as friends or something?"
"We just had a one-night stand, Sehun. We can't be friends. It's the rule."
"And who made that rule?"
"Me."
"Okay, just tell me if the sex was bad and I'll completely understand."
"No!" Chanyeol says with a bit of unnecessary conviction. "The sex was great." He rubs his nape timidly. "It was wild and weird but it was great. It was a threesome so..."
"I think it was great, too," Sehun smiles a little, shrugging. "It made me suddenly forget about my ex who cheated on me."
Chanyeol doesn't honestly want to hear anything close to exes and cheating, so he diverts the topic to something else they can talk about. Or someone.
"So, how's your friend, Jongin?"
"Oh, him."
"What's with that sad look?"
"For real, he doesn't wanna talk to me," Sehun sighs and slumps on the table, "I think he felt guilty about fucking his friend. I mean, I couldn't blame him, right? We're super close like we're true brothers." Chanyeol nods just to answer. "His sister and my brother are a couple. It's just sad that Jongin is avoiding me..."
"Sex is sex so he shouldn't worry about stuff like that," Chanyeol says like a proper adult, "We all wanted that to happen, right? He even proposed that to happen. I'm sure he liked it, too."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. I could tell he really enjoyed fucking your ass that night."
That was supposed to make Sehun better, not blush. Chanyeol thinks he did a good job nonetheless.
"Can you help me talk to him?"
"And why would I be the one to help you out?"
"I don't know, maybe because you're the reason behind this?"
"Excuse me?"
"You fucked us both, right. We're now under your responsibility."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Chanyeol hyung, please?"
"Listen. I don't---"
"You took my ass' virginity."
Chanyeol stares at Sehun giving him a cute puppy look. Fuck, that was plain adorable. He ends slapping his forehead and sighing anyway.
"Where's he at?"
The drive to Jongin's house is a little bit awkward mainly in Chanyeol's part, because by the looks of Sehun fumbling with the stuff in his car's compartment, the guy is clearly making himself comfortable. Sehun is about to open a red box he found in Chanyeol's drawer, when Chanyeol quickly steals it away from Sehun's hand and throws it at the backseat while he is still driving.
"Don't touch my stuff."
"Was that supposed to be a ring?"
When Chanyeol doesn't reply, Sehun realizes he has just made things tensed. Maybe he should just stay put on his seat and keep quiet. Peeking at Chanyeol's face at the rear-view mirror, he stares at the man's expression getting sharp and serious, with his eyes cold and his mouth clenched shut.
That handsome and breathtaking sight strangely turns Sehun on.
"Is it on the fourth street or the fifth?"
Sehun embarrassingly jolts when those piercing eyes suddenly meet his gaze on the mirror. He right away looks at the other direction to hide his flustered state.
"F-fourth."
Chanyeol internally laughs. Cute.
"Jongin's place is just two blocks away from this dance studio," Sehun tells Chanyeol while the two of them wait outside the said studio, "He attends classes here when he's not at the bar."
"I suppose he's quite more productive than you."
"You don't have to tell that to my face."
When the door finally opens as the students come out, Sehun immediately runs away into hiding, leaving Chanyeol by himself after telling him to talk to Jongin first. Chanyeol can only flash him a panicked look, having been pushed in this kind of circumstance. What the hell is he even doing here anyway? He's supposed to be resting at home, maybe jacking off to gay porn or watching Netflix. This is not included in his daily routine, to hang out with a guy two years younger than him who is also kind of cute and has a nice ass, who may or may not be his type.
Chanyeol is still in the process of self-reflecting his social decisions when he feels a gentle tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he is greeted by the sight of a sweaty Jongin wearing a black wife beater hugging his lean and sexy body. The thin fabric is too sinfully tight that it can outline Jongin's perked nipples under that sleeveless shirt. Damn, Jongin looks so hella fine. Probably Chanyeol's gay preference has now altered after having that threesome. He secretly admits that he's sexually attracted to this guy for a certain odd reason.
Now the trails in Chanyeol's head comes spinning again as he replays the memories of him fucking Jongin's brains out that night until the guy desperately begs for his cock for more.
"Chanyeol?"
Chanyeol immediately shakes his head and looks at Jongin's face instead.
"What are you doing here?" Jongin asks in confusion. "How'd you get here?"
"Hey. Fancy seeing you again." Chanyeol lets out a dry laugh. "You look awesome by the way."
"Thanks," Jongin raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you just passed by here because I'm not buying that shit."
"Oh, yeah. I, uh--" Sehun appears from hiding behind the wall at a distance, giving Chanyeol a big wave. Chanyeol remembers the exact reason why he's here. "Right, I came here to see you."
That makes Jongin blink fast. He doesn't recall telling this man his address, though. And besides, there's no reason for them to meet again after that mind-blowing sex. Unless Chanyeol is serious about that night he owes him, and he's interested to hook up with him again, only the two of them alone.
"Are you here for another, you know, with me?"
"No, I'm not," Chanyeol replies fast. Jongin admits he's quite disappointed. "I don't even know why I'm here. Oh god." He massages his forehead, then he remembers Sehun. "I mean, I came here because of that guy. He wants to hang out."
It's now the cue for Sehun to show up, revealing himself and dancing his way towards the two men until he reaches their spot. Jongin's eyes flicker a tiny reaction when Sehun grins at him, slinging an arm around his shoulder all too comfortably.
"Dude! Why weren't you answering my calls!?"
"Hey, Sehun..."
"I've been sad, you know? I thought you already abandoned me," Sehun pouts and Jongin feels even more guilty. Meanwhile Chanyeol only stays quiet.
"I guess, I was just busy," Jongin rubs his nape. "Sorry."
"Are you sure you're not avoiding me?"
"No! Of course not! Why would I... Why would I avoid you?"
"I know, right? I know it's just me thinking you've been feeling guilty about fucking your friend that's why you were keeping distance from me, right?"
Jongin chokes on his spit.
"Anyway! I asked Chanyeol hyung to drive me to your place so I could see you. Did you miss me?"
That causes Jongin to shoot Sehun a look.
"Chanyeol hyung?"
"Yeah! We're friends now. Right, bro?"
The two pairs of anticipating eyes glaring at him makes Chanyeol feel a lot of pressure. He starts sweating nervously, his words getting caught up inside his throat. Code red. Code red. He thinks he should leave now. He doesn't wanna be in trouble.
"I uh, I think you two need to talk so maybe I should just head out now because yeah, I'm still gonna feed my dog. You know he chews on the sofa whenever he gets hungry so I should probably say bye for now---"
"NO!!!" Sehun and Jongin both yell, grabbing Chanyeol's arms; Sehun on the left while Jongin on the right so that he is trapped in the middle of them, "STAY HERE!"
"Please, don't leave yet," Jongin pleads, as if mentally begging Chanyeol to stay with him so that he won't have to deal with Sehun alone.
"We're still gonna hang out, right?" Sehun hopefully asks, clutching tighter on Chanyeol's arm. "Right?"
"Wow, okay, uhm," Chanyeol breathes as he releases an anxious chuckle, "Whew. I didn't know I could be this popular." He tries wriggling himself out but the two won't get their hands off him. They're still holding him captive so he just decides to give up.
"You know what? Maybe we should just take this inside."
Jongin's place is nice, really nice. Chanyeol's apartment won't even compare to this one. The condo unit is spacious, it's simple yet elegant, the gray and white colors of the wall and floors complement each other, the furnitures and appliances look new and organized. Everything that Chanyeol's eyes can reach seem really expensive and luxurious like what he sees on dramas. He recalls Jongin telling them back at the elevator that he is living all by himself so they can be comfortable however they want.
Chanyeol can only gape at that sparkly chandelier when Sehun quietly takes a seat beside him on the leather couch. He feels so small and flabbergasted all of a sudden, eyes wandering everywhere.
"His parents are well-off but he doesn't really wanna brag about how rich he is," Sehun whispers to Chanyeol as they peer over at Jongin busying himself at the kitchen preparing snacks and drinks. "I've been here a couple of times and every stay was super worth it. He has all the stuff a person could ask for."
Chanyeol narrows his eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Then why does he still work at the bar?"
Sehun shrugs nonchalantly, "Maybe he's still waiting for his ex to come back."
It makes Chanyeol quiet for a second.
"I don't have beer! Is cola okay!?" Jongin yells from rummaging through his refrigerator.
Sehun flashes Jongin a big thumbs up, before turning to Chanyeol beside him and grinning at him. "See?"
"You said he has all the stuff. Then why doesn't he have any beer," Chanyeol murmurs to Sehun just to tease.
"He has beer. He doesn't just wanna share it with us," Sehun gets the remote and flicks the TV on to play a sports channel just to serve as a background noise, "I guess no one's getting drunk tonight."
"Good decision," Chanyeol replies.
Jongin promptly comes back to the living room, putting down the bags of chips, a box of donuts, and cans of sodas on the table abundantly. He chooses to occupy the couch across Sehun and Chanyeol while the two look like they have just both committed a huge crime.
"So, how was... how was the dance?" Chanyeol starts the conversation, or so he tries.
"I practiced several turns and I injured my waist."
"That must've hurt a lot."
Sehun breathes, "Ouch."
The baseball commentary from the television and the cheering of the crowd fill in the awkward atmosphere as Chanyeol tries to reach out his hand to the table. He chooses which one to get from the box of donut. A piece of the chocolate donut or a piece of that bavarian one?
Impressive! He pitched two straight strikes against the last batter, winning the game!
Yeah! What an ace player of the team!
A staring competition arises among them three as thick silence envelopes the air. Sehun is mentally boring holes at the back of Chanyeol's palm hovering over the donuts, meanwhile Jongin is staring heatedly at his wrist. Chanyeol decides to quickly take both donuts anyway, eating them in one go. He prevents to gag and cough. They taste too fucking sweet.
"What were the two of you talking about when I was gone?" Jongin goes on with the conversation hopefully.
"Nothing. Sehun and I are not talking about anything," Chanyeol elbows Sehun extra hard, wiggling his eyebrows, "Hey, tell him already what you wanted to say."
Jongin turns questioningly to Sehun.
"Look, man. I--" Sehun releases a heavy sigh, raising his arms in the air. "I'm sorry... I know you feel terrible after what happened that night... But I'm telling you right now that I'm really cool about it... You don't have to avoid me or anything. It's been ten days, bro. You don't talk to me for ten days and I'm considered dead."
Jongin shakes his head slowly.
"No. We were drunk, okay? I wasn't thinking clear. It could've been all right if I only did it with this guy," he points at a listening Chanyeol, "But I still had to drag you into it knowing you just broke up with your ex that same night and I even fucked you---" He slaps his forehead. "Goddammit, dude. We're friends! Friends don't do that. Strangers fuck each other but friends don't!"
Chanyeol keeps his silence but he totally agrees with that.
"Then I guess we're not friends anymore," Sehun says, and the way he said it somewhat breaks Jongin's heart. Even Chanyeol who knows nothing also gets hurt. "So, how about we upgrade now to friends with benefits?"
Jongin gives him a deadpan look. "Seriously, Sehun?"
"I was about to shed a tear," Chanyeol mutters.
"I don't even regret the sex so why would you?" Sehun says, shrugging his shoulders, "I'm actually thankful you suggested the threesome. I could've had moped all night if it didn't happen, or worst, I could've had become a murderer. You're the reason why I met this hot guy and I'm grateful for that."
Jongin looks at Chanyeol, "What can you say about that?"
"I agree with him. People really say I'm hot and attractive wherever I go."
"Not that part but yeah, you're hot," Sehun says, rolling his eyes, "But sorry, I don't wanna date anybody right now."
Chanyeol scoffs.
"Neither do I. Dating is for the weaklings."
"I'm still gonna have to get my revenge before I can love in peace," Sehun says, clenching his fists angrily, "Fuck that cheating-ass bitch. I'm gonna seriously slap his face when I see him."
"Nobody in this room wants to date anybody," Jongin adds, smiling a little. He grabs a can of soda, opening it with a sound and taking a gulp of it. "I guess we're still affected by our cheating ex-lovers."
Chanyeol places a hand on Jongin's shoulder, giving it a hard, tight squeeze.
"Go get that motherfucking beer and let's talk about it."
Nine cans of beers down and still counting, the three of them are a huge chaos half-sobbing and half-raging, screaming profanities in the living room; Sehun is furiously crying on Jongin's shoulder, Chanyeol is angrily punching Jongin's leg, and Jongin is trying to get himself away from the two male's clutches. When he has managed to loosen himself out, he takes another strong swig of beer until it hits the spot.
"I dated this guy for two fucking years..." Chanyeol slurs and sways Jongin's shoulder in his drunk state, holding up two fingers, "Two years... imagine that!? I even planned proposing to him on our anniversary... But I couldn't..." He drinks more beer. "That fucking hoe cheated on me... That cunning whore had sex... with another man in front of my fucking face!" He aggressively shakes Jongin who's now getting dizzy. "I didn't know he was into younger guys... All that time, man... All that goddamned time I thought I was the only one.... I was pathetic... But that stupid slut was more pathetic than me! He fucking lost me, that worthless piece of shit... He lost a gem in this world... Fuck that bitch."
"Hahahahahaha! Fucking loser," Sehun guffaws, earning him a sudden kick on the face from Chanyeol. "Ouch! Your ex was the loser! Not you, bro..."
"If I see him again..." Chanyeol punches the couch, "I swear I'm gonna fucking cut that small dick off and feed it to my dog!"
"That shameless bitch doesn't deserve you," Jongin replies, soothing Chanyeol's back comfortingly, "He must rot in hell same goes with my ex... We dated for a year and a half and I had him live with me for free... I gave everything he wanted! But that little shit fucking took my money and my stuff... after cheating on me... with a friend..."
Chanyeol gasps, blinking his hazy eyes at Jongin, "What the fuck."
"Who's that friend," Sehun asks, "He's a motherfucking bastard! How dare that dumbass!?"
"I don't know who he was, dude... All that bitch said before he left... was that my friend's cock was better than mine..." Jongin punches the table it cracks, "That ugly cunt..."
"That ex of yours is a total trash," Chanyeol says, grabbing a handful of chips and shoving it to his mouth, "Fucking whore."
"I'm not gonna stop hunting him down," Jongin mutters, gripping the can of beer inside his fist, "until I see that slut again on that fucking bar... I'm gonna make that dirty-ass cheater beg on his knees for forgiveness..."
"Damn... Your fucked-up exes are all disgusting bitches..." Sehun clicks his tongue and gulps his alcohol bottoms-up, "Just like my ex... He belongs to the pit of fiery hell... You already know about that piece of shitty-ass cockslut, right... I wasted a year dating that useless cunt who cheated on me... He fucking cheated on me with an old and crusty as fuck Professor... Damn, I'm getting angrier just thinking about that nasty bullshit!"
"Eeew," Jongin cringes, shivering, "I feel so bad for you, bro. Come on. Let me give you a kiss real quick." He cups Sehun's face and shoves his whole lips against Sehun's cheek, sucking it deeply. "Mwwaaah!"
"That was fucking unforgivable," Chanyeol shakes his head, and he feels like throwing up because of mortification and alcohol, "You deserve a hug, buddy." He pulls Sehun close and squeezes him, embracing him for dear life. "There."
"Thank you guys, I feel so loved," Sehun giggles and wraps the two men inside his arms, pulling them with him so that they are lying altogether on the floor. They stay on that position cozily, just basking one another's warmth in their drunk and wasted state. No one breaks the soothing silence, nestled in their own satisfying comfort and gentle presence.
Sehun closes his eyes and stifles a tear to escape, "Fuck Baekhyun."
"Yeah," Jongin replies, biting his lower lip so he won't cry, "Baekhyun should go to hell."
Chanyeol lets out an airy chuckle.
"I must be so drunk that I'm hearing my ex's name all of a sudden."
Jongin slowly peeks at Chanyeol, blinking lazily.
"I'm sure it's not the same Baekhyun who has a mole on his thumb, right..."
Chanyeol smiles goofily.
"No, man... it's not a mole... It's a chocolate chip..."
"Yeah, I mean... There's plenty of Baekhyun in this world..."
"Right... It couldn't be the one who likes to play video games..."
"But hates spicy food..."
"Who's short..."
"And has a rectangular smile..."
"Crescent eyes..."
"Mochi cheeks..."
"Pretty fingers..."
"Curvy hips..."
"Damn those sexy thighs..."
"Perfect ass in the world..."
Silence falls.
Sehun blindly fishes out his phone from his pocket, sluggishly browsing through his gallery still full of his ex's pictures. He clicks one photo which is a selfie of them being cute and lovey-dovey; Sehun backhugging his ex, while his ex kissing his cheek and doing a finger heart on the camera.
"It couldn't be this Baekhyun, right?"
Sehun shoves the phone screen against Jongin's cheek. Jongin subtly releases himself from Sehun's embrace, stealing the phone and focusing his blurry vision at the smiling male on the picture.
Another deafening silence occurs.
Jongin's eyebrows furrow.
"Dude, why do you have a picture of Baekhyun on your phone?"
"What do you mean why..." Sehun laughs, pinching Jongin's ear, "Baekhyun's my ex-boyfriend! THAT FUCKING BYUN BAEKHYUN!!!"
That loud and clear statement whacks Jongin and Chanyeol out of their tipsiness. Chanyeol feels as though there's a hot boiling water being poured at him while he ogles wide awake now at Jongin beside him. Gripping him by the collar while hatred and betrayal rises in his blood, he quickly lands a strong punch on Jongin's handsome face.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Chanyeol swears, almost out of breath, glaring daggers at a surprised Jongin while he goes berserk, "SO, YOU WERE THAT ASSHOLE MY EX CHEATED WITH, HUH!!!? IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG!!!???" He picks Jongin up and shakes him violently, riding his torso as he hits his face again, "REMEMBER THE FUCKING PIKACHU COSTUME!? YOU!!!! FUCKING!!!! SON!!! OF A BITCH!!! HOW DARE YOU FUCK BAEKHYUN IN FRONT OF ME!? YOU DEMON!!!"
"CHANYEOL, DUDE!!! I DIDN'T KNOW BAEKHYUN HAD A BOYFRIEND--- WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, CALM THE FUCK DOWN---" Jongin cries, struggling underneath the man attacking him, "OUCH! MY NOSE, FUCK!!!" He returns him the frantic blows as well, punching and kicking Chanyeol so they are even.
"WHAT THE FUCK! Let him go, oh my god!" Sehun wildly screams, hugging an enraged Chanyeol and getting him away from Jongin. He does his all might to throw him on the other side of the room, "STOP! YOU FUCKING STAY THERE AND DON'T MOVE!!!"
The prominent veins on Jongin's head explode in fury upon seeing Sehun's face. Glaring at him, he stands up and shoves a dumbfounded Sehun down on the couch, powerfully pinning him and striking his face with his solid fist.
"YOU!!! FUCKING TRAITOR!!!" Jongin curses hysterically as he beats Sehun up, "SO YOU WERE THAT FRIEND!!!? YOU AND THAT STUPID BITCH FUCKING CHEATED ON ME BEHIND MY BACK??? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME, SEHUN!? HOW COULD YOU STEAL MY GUY, YOU MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD!!!"
"LISTEN TO ME, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!" Sehun yells back as he fiercely rolls them over until they fall on the carpet, "THAT BITCH SAID HE WAS SINGLE!!!! I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!! OUCH--- THAT WAS MY BALLS!!!" He revenges Jongin's punches by beating him up as well, pulling his hair, strangling his neck, and slapping his face.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"NO, YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
When Chanyeol recovers from the hard blow, he walks towards the two males battling each other and commences his attack like a buffalo. The three of them all engage into a heated fist-fight until no one can get up, exhausted and worn out. They only stop hitting each other when everyone's faces are covered with blood and bruises.
"I'm gonna get my revenge on him," Sehun mutters. "I don't care how. I just wanna have my fucking payback."
"I'll help you with that," Jongin answers.
"As long as it's not murder," Chanyeol balls his fist, "Count me in."
Chest heaving furiously as their rage finally calms down, Sehun and Jongin are now crying like babies who are left alone by their Mommies. Jongin rolls over to Sehun and hugs him closer, rubbing his back affectionately.
"Fuck... It hurts so much... Why did he do this to me... Why did he do this to us..."
"Shhh.... Don't cry now, Sehun... It's gonna be fine, okay? It wasn't your fault... It's that bitch's fault... He messed up with the wrong guys."
Nodding furiously, Sehun sniffles and cries harder into Jongin's chest.
"I'm sorry for punching your face too hard, Jongin... I was just angry..."
"I know... I was mad, too, so I'm sorry..."
"I missed you so much, bro."
"Yeah, I missed you too, dude."
"I'm not gonna hit you again. I promise."
"Okay. Let's not fight anymore."
Chanyeol looks over at the dramatic situation beside him, at Sehun and Jongin's grand reconciliation. Even though his face is swollen, he still manages to let out a warm smile as he fondly watches the two males embrace and sob to each other. Well, perhaps having beaten up into a pulp was all worth it.
Chanyeol audibly clears his throat to catch their attention.
"Can someone get me an ice pack?"
After tending each other's wounds and putting ointment and plasters all over their injured faces, they eat dinner in silence and shower respectively. Jongin offers the two guys to stay the night at his place, and Sehun is more than willing to sleep over. He has nothing to do at home anyway, and he'll be too lonely if he just parts ways with Jongin after not seeing him for ten days.
Meanwhile, Chanyeol still have to hesitantly think about the proposition since he has to go to work tomorrow. But he ends up being persuaded by Sehun. Sehun tells him he can't go to the office with a crushed face so it'd be better to just take a leave.
So that is how Chanyeol finds himself now changed into one of Jongin's pajamas the guy lent him to wear for the night. He kind of saw Baekhyun's yellow pikachu onesie stuck inside Jongin's closet peeking out from a box labeled For Burning.
"Do you still have anything you need?" Jongin asks after taking Chanyeol to the guest room. "Pillows? Extra blankets?"
"No, I'm good," Chanyeol grins. "Thanks."
"No. I should be the one thanking you."
"Why? I barely did anything..."
"Thanks for bringing Sehun here," Jongin punches Chanyeol's arm weakly, "And thanks for coming back, and you know, for meeting me again."
"Ouch. That hurt," Chanyeol jokes and holds his arm, making Jongin flash a sudden look of worry. He lightly chuckles to tell he was just kidding, so Jongin recovers and smiles. The AC must be broken because his neck is feeling a bit warm.
"Jongin."
"Hm?"
"I just wanna let you know that I don't regret it, everything that happened to us that night."
"You mean the sex?"
"Yes. The threesome sex."
Jongin takes his silence for several seconds as he softly stares at Chanyeol in the eyes, before he nods as an answer, smiling at the man.
"Yeah, me too."
Chanyeol coughs and looks at the other direction when he thinks they must be standing here for too long. It's getting late so he holds the doorknob and prepares to close the door.
"I'm sorry again for punching you earlier."
"And I apologize for fucking your ex right in front your face."
"Let's just forget it. It's in the past now," Chanyeol waves a hand in the air, "Good night, Jongin. Have a nice sleep."
"Good night to you, too," Jongin replies, "Hyung."
Amidst the dark room before he sleeps, Chanyeol's lips tug up into a tiny smile. He hugs the pillow that smells like the owner of the house, closing his eyes and whispering to himself:
"He's cute."
*
Jongin senses a subtle poke against his back, so he shifts slightly on the bed to turn around from facing the wall. He sees Sehun behind him, looking like a burrito wrapped in his thick blanket.
"Are you still up?" Sehun mutters, "I can't sleep."
"Me, too."
"Do you wanna cuddle?"
Jongin shoots Sehun a warning look.
"Bro, when I say cuddle, I only mean cuddle."
"No fucking?"
"No fucking."
Sehun lets out a satisfied groan as he finally feels Jongin's firm arms caging his waist. He feels so warm and secured in his embrace although his body is severely swollen from their fist-fight. Good thing him and Jongin have made up; they can now go back to being friends, which may or may not escalate to something with no strings attached. He has no problem with it, though. None at all. He actually likes it. Especially with the other man sleeping at the next room, he would definitely like it more.
"Hey."
"What now," Jongin mumbles against his neck in slight annoyance. He's trying to sleep here even when he literally is big-scooping Sehun right now.
"Can you give me a kiss," Sehun mumbles. "Like, just a quick soft one."
"No, dude. That's fucking gay."
"We're already gay."
"Yeah, but I already kissed you on the cheek earlier."
"I want more. It helps my nightmares go away."
"Are you horny?"
"No. I'm just sad..."
"Fine... Where do you want it?"
"On my lips."
Sighing begrudgingly and rolling his eyes, Jongin scoots a bit closer and complies to Sehun's request just because he is a fucking baby. Pulling up the sheets over their heads so that they are both under the blanket, Jongin leans down and kisses Sehun's mouth gently, moving his lips against the other male for merely five seconds long. Sehun sweetly kisses him back and smiles, swiping his tongue tenderly on the seam of Jongin's lips. Jongin smacks his mouth when they're done, breathing steadily.
"There."
"Thanks."
Staring at each other's eyes in pitch darkness, Jongin is the first to speak and break the silence.
"Sehun."
"Yeah?"
"Let's go check if Chanyeol hyung's already sleeping."
"And what if he is?"
"Let's sleep beside him."
Sehun's face brightens up, nodding as a response.
"That's a great idea."
Arriving at the guest room where Chanyeol is already sleeping alone in the middle of a queen-sized bed, Jongin and Sehun watch the tall man breathe while being tucked under the sheets.
"He looks kind of lonely," Sehun mutters, pouting. He crawls on the bed under the soft blanket without waking Chanyeol up and slips himself on his right side. He looks around the dark room in search for the other male, "Jongin? Where are you? Come here."
"I'm already here," Jongin replies as he snickers, already settling himself on Chanyeol's left. He lies on the pillow and snuggles himself closer to a sleeping Chanyeol. "Good night, Sehun. Sweet dreams."
Sehun laughs heartily, also leaning his cheek above Chanyeol's chest.
"Yeah. Good night, Jongin."
Their hands are on top of Chanyeol's stomach, fingers intertwined together when they fall asleep.
*
Chanyeol wakes up the next morning by his phone continuously ringing. He sees his clothes he wore last night first and foremost already scattered on the floor. Looking at himself still lying on the bed, he realizes he's now in his naked glory.
"Oh god... What happened to me?"
Eyes widening, Chanyeol finally hears his phone going silent, so the trails of obscene slurping noises coming from beneath the sheets turn even more evident. He mutters a sharp curse, feeling something weird and strange happening right in between his legs.
"What the fuck was that?"
Gripping the blanket with his fist, Chanyeol throws it away off the bed, and there to his utter surprise, he finds Jongin and Sehun together, licking and stroking his dick. He receives a sultry moan from the two younger males, before they continue sucking again his semi-hard cock and fumbling with his balls.
"AAHHHH!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING ON MY DICK!?"
"Good morning, Chanyeol hyung," Sehun greets, smiling sweetly at Chanyeol. "We're having breakfast."
"Did you sleep well, hyung?" Jongin asks, smirking at Chanyeol, "Wanna threeway?"
*
To be continued.
(A/N: Part 2 will be released sometime after this part reaches 100 stars and 50 comments! Can you guys do it? Leave some feedbacks too, so I'll get more energy to write!)