Baekhyun spends the night at Jongdae's house before he has to drive back down to Los Angeles in the morning. In the bathroom, he's still riding the high of the win, brushing his teeth while grooving to We Are The Champions blasting through Jongdae's iPod speakers.
"Hey," Jongdae says later, when he's lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. He puts a hand to his mouth and runs the tip of his index finger over his lower liip. "Earlier. After we won. Was that—was that like a Fredo kiss or something?" He hazards a glance down at the floor.
Baekhyun turns over in his sleeping bag and stares up at him, eyes shining. "What?"
"You kissed me," Jongdae says, feeling a bit like an idiot. Something warm bubbles up from his stomach and expands in his chest. "I just—I don't—"
"You're stupid," Baekhyun cuts in. He scrambles out of his sleeping bag, damp hair hanging in his eyes, and comes to stand at the edge of Jongdae's bed, looming over him. Some time in the past year Baekhyun's filled out, shoulders broader than Jongdae's now. His nose is a little less wonky. He purses his lips, like he's considering something. Then, he bends down carefully and kisses Jongdae again.
The angle's pretty awkward. Jongdae props himself up on a hand and reaches up on instinct to palm the back of Baekhyun's neck, gasping when Baekhyun shivers and slides his tongue into Jongdae's mouth. The tip of it runs over the ridge behind his teeth, tickles the roof of his mouth, and Jongdae feels his toes curl into his sheets.
"Scoot over," Baekhyun says, muffled, and Jongdae makes room for him, like he had when they first met, like he does in every doubles match they play together, hand sliding down to the flat of Baekhyun's back and curling loosely there.
"Shit," Jongdae says, pulling back to breathe.
Baekhyun regards him quietly for a second. "Thanks," he says, and Jongdae narrows his eyes.
"What for?"
"I dunno," he says, glancing away, and Jongdae is amazed to realize that Baekhyun's nervous. It's the first time he's ever seen him act remotely insecure about anything. It's kind of cute. And kind of refreshing for someone like Baekhyun, who's all big talk and big bluster and big action. To see him fiddling with his lower lip between his teeth for wont of something to say.
"Cat got your tongue?" Jongdae says, grinning.
Baekhyun lets out a huff of laughter. "Technically," he says, scooting closer, breathing the same air as Jongdae's again, their mouths half an inch apart, "yes."
In the morning, Jongdae helps Baekhyun carry his tiny suitcase out to his beatup old Corolla. It's a five and a half hour drive back down to Los Angeles. Baekhyun's got a huge box of Goldfish to keep him company for the ride.
"Come visit soon," he says, leaning against the passenger's side door when all his stuff is packed up and ready to go. "We have to keep our practice up, you know. Especially if I want to totally demolish Chanyeol at the next tournament. And keep our doubles record intact."
"You sure you don't have any ulterior motives?" Jongdae challenges, thinking about the previous night, Baekhyun's mouth on his neck, his harsh breathing when Jongdae had been adventurous and stuck his hand down Baekhyun's boxers.
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"Hey," Jongdae says later, when he's lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. He puts a hand to his mouth and runs the tip of his index finger over his lower liip. "Earlier. After we won. Was that—was that like a Fredo kiss or something?" He hazards a glance down at the floor.
Baekhyun turns over in his sleeping bag and stares up at him, eyes shining. "What?"
"You kissed me," Jongdae says, feeling a bit like an idiot. Something warm bubbles up from his stomach and expands in his chest. "I just—I don't—"
"You're stupid," Baekhyun cuts in. He scrambles out of his sleeping bag, damp hair hanging in his eyes, and comes to stand at the edge of Jongdae's bed, looming over him. Some time in the past year Baekhyun's filled out, shoulders broader than Jongdae's now. His nose is a little less wonky. He purses his lips, like he's considering something. Then, he bends down carefully and kisses Jongdae again.
The angle's pretty awkward. Jongdae props himself up on a hand and reaches up on instinct to palm the back of Baekhyun's neck, gasping when Baekhyun shivers and slides his tongue into Jongdae's mouth. The tip of it runs over the ridge behind his teeth, tickles the roof of his mouth, and Jongdae feels his toes curl into his sheets.
"Scoot over," Baekhyun says, muffled, and Jongdae makes room for him, like he had when they first met, like he does in every doubles match they play together, hand sliding down to the flat of Baekhyun's back and curling loosely there.
"Shit," Jongdae says, pulling back to breathe.
Baekhyun regards him quietly for a second. "Thanks," he says, and Jongdae narrows his eyes.
"What for?"
"I dunno," he says, glancing away, and Jongdae is amazed to realize that Baekhyun's nervous. It's the first time he's ever seen him act remotely insecure about anything. It's kind of cute. And kind of refreshing for someone like Baekhyun, who's all big talk and big bluster and big action. To see him fiddling with his lower lip between his teeth for wont of something to say.
"Cat got your tongue?" Jongdae says, grinning.
Baekhyun lets out a huff of laughter. "Technically," he says, scooting closer, breathing the same air as Jongdae's again, their mouths half an inch apart, "yes."
In the morning, Jongdae helps Baekhyun carry his tiny suitcase out to his beatup old Corolla. It's a five and a half hour drive back down to Los Angeles. Baekhyun's got a huge box of Goldfish to keep him company for the ride.
"Come visit soon," he says, leaning against the passenger's side door when all his stuff is packed up and ready to go. "We have to keep our practice up, you know. Especially if I want to totally demolish Chanyeol at the next tournament. And keep our doubles record intact."
"You sure you don't have any ulterior motives?" Jongdae challenges, thinking about the previous night, Baekhyun's mouth on his neck, his harsh breathing when Jongdae had been adventurous and stuck his hand down Baekhyun's boxers.
Baekhyun laughs. "Yeah, well. That too."