#yeoldae

A New Song Ch. 1

Group: EXO Pair: ChanChen / ChenYeol Words: 1797 Tags: Fluff, Smut

Summary: Chanyeol is pining after Jongdae. Has been for years. There's just one problem. Jongdae's married and much to Chanyeol's dismay has recently welcomed a new baby. If only he'd have told him sooner. But as fate would have it, Chanyeol is assigned to Jongdae's military unit aaaaand they're in quarantine for an unknown amount of time aaaand they regularly shower together "for old time's sake". (We love fiction possibilities.) And what's the problem, they're just bros being bros.

Will Chanyeol confess to Jongdae the secret he's been hiding all these years as the weeks pass by in quarantine? [Possible end of the world sex.]

“Hey Yeol, can you hand me a towel?” And god, he had to bring a towel to his friend. Nothing wrong with that. Right? It’s only a normal thing that made his heart pound and his hands fidget. He didn’t want to be obvious with all those other people there but he wondered if he blushed too hard, stammered too much, or was too blatant about a lack of eye contact - or worse - when his eyes lingered a little too long on the naked, soaked beauty in front of him.

Chanyeol tried to get those images out of his mind, berated himself silently, tried to make himself available to whatever duty was needed on base to occupy his mind and body for however long possible. But every night, when he returned, Jongdae would be there in the unit with the other soldiers. 

Why was he assigned to this unit? Why was Baekhyun not here to cut the ice? If anything, all three of them should have been together because then there would be some semblance of normalcy. Baekhyun could ask about the wife and child and Chanyeol could listen, inquiring, and putting in feedback when necessary.

He could and should be doing anything other than thirsting after one of his best friends who happened to be married with a child. Happened to be? It's not chance Yeol. Yes, Chanyeol had taken to berating himself mentally regularly now. Although one time he did get carried away and pictured a nun with a ruler and being bent over, red marks heavy across his ass. Who could blame him? Jongdae is Catholic after all so it's somewhat a normal series of progression. Well, that or a kink. Probably a kink.

Chanyeol was horny, so horny, and there was no way he was getting some action any time soon. Not with being surrounded by military personnel during a pandemic. He nodded to no one but himself. Yep, that was this year alright. He not only couldn't relieve his desires but he was thinking far too many sexual things about his married best friend. "If there's a hell I'm going. But it wouldn't hurt to have a little action along the way." And so he closed his eyes again, thinking of his now-roommate Kim Jongdae and his tight little ass which would (and has) fit so perfectly in Chanyeol's hands. If he could have one thing, it would be to lick Jongdae to the point of no return. Fingernails scratching at everything, claws digging in, uneven breathing, and so much sin Jongdae would have to go to Confession every day for the rest of his life. Make him scream out Chanyeol's name repeatedly until it's etched in his mind forever.

Chanyeol knew it was wrong and had tried for so long to not think about it. He thought with the two-year conscription, he could finally sort himself and put whatever this was behind him.

“Why didn’t you tell him Yeol? You should have just spoken up.” Baekhyun had suggested over fried chicken one evening, trying to keep the mood light while also letting Chanyeol know that he’d keep the secret and try to help him as best he could.

“It’s not that simple Baek. Jongdae’s Catholic and, well you’ve seen him, he never played along with us when we experimented or never let a joke get too carried away. He has self-control.” Chanyeol had said, stopping mid-sentence. “Don’t say. Don’t you dare say what I know you’re thinking.” Chanyeol had stood up now, food forgotten beneath him.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened. “Of course I’m not going to say that. I love Jongdae just as much as you do- Well, I love him like he’s one of my best friends. Without a romantic attachment.” He snickered between bites of chicken, earning him a swift but light kick from Chanyeol who looked pensive and anxious. “Look there’s nothing you can do now. You should have spoken up regardless of religious beliefs. Now it’s too late.”

“And risk losing our friendship, losing his trust, or breaking up the group? I could never do that Baek. The risks were too much.” Chanyeol had sat down again, head in hands, the weight of the entirety of Seoul on his shoulders. “I just couldn’t do it.” He said in one last, exasperated breath.

He felt an arm reach around to him and squeeze him gently. And so they sat, the time winding away. No words. There wasn’t much Baekhyun could say that would make it better. Chanyeol needed time. Time to sort his thoughts and get back to his old self, free of whatever weight he had carried after the news of the baby, the permanence a new life brought and bound to the Kims. Baekhyun had stayed the night then, the two sharing a bed and the comfort of a decade’s worth of friendship. It was the day of Jongdae’s enlistment and Chanyeol didn’t want to be alone, hadn’t come to terms with the news yet. He wasn’t sure when he would ever. But for now, he had his thoughts and his Baekhyunee. That was enough. He could lay on Baekhyun and Baekhyun could do the same. They could talk and laugh, reminisce of their youth, and play like kids. And so they stayed. And slept. And worked on music together, composing and writing lyrics together like the old days. And just like the old days, Baekhyun had made Chanyeol shower with him a few times “as payment for my hard work and generosity”- to which Chanyeol faux begrudgingly partook. The reality? He was more than happy to have the intimacy that Baekhyun offered him. They loved each other. All of the members did.

He thought it was almost humorous that Byun Baekhyun was the one he turned to for comfort. Not that he couldn’t do it. Of course Baekhyun could. It’s just that it had always been Jongdae they both turned to, that most of the group turned to aside from Suho for a leader's guidance or Kyungsoo for a completely unbiased perspective or Minseok for the utmost maturity. Sometimes, and often, a combination of advice. Group discussions. But now that three members had already enlisted, two of the most level-headed and rational ones, the torch was passed to Baekhyun to carry until it was his time. Then Chanyeol’s and so on.

The torch wasn’t in Chanyeol’s hands long. He and Baekhyun had decided to try and enlist together hoping they’d stand a greater chance of being put in the same unit, which is another reason it was such a shock they were separated so drastically, barely able to see each other during their mutual free times. And an even greater shock that he would end up, instead, sharing the same unit with the one he was trying to forget. Fate had something else in store for Chanyeol. It seemed like a cruel joke the universe was playing on him and he didn’t like it. Not at all.

Chanyeol couldn’t have guessed that the universe would play an even greater joke in the upcoming weeks. One that involved both Jongdae and Chanyeol having to share a room together, just the two of them, for an “unspecified period of time” due to the COVID outbreak among the troops.

For now, he just counted the times he was lucky and unlucky when it came to the interactions he had with Jongdae in front of the other soldiers. Sometimes Chanyeol was lucky and Jongdae would have already worked out, showered, and fallen asleep. But other times, he wasn’t so lucky. The times when he’d arrive home and Jongdae had just finished working out or showering, drenched in his own sweat or water cascading off his lithe body as he stepped out of the shower. “Hey Yeol, can you hand me a towel?” And god, he had to bring a towel to his friend. Nothing wrong with that. Right? It’s only a normal thing that made his heart pound and his hands fidget. He didn’t want to be obvious with all those other people there but he wondered if he blushed too hard, stammered too much, or was too blatant about a lack of eye contact - or worse - when his eyes lingered a little too long on the naked, soaked beauty in front of him.

The beauty he wanted to touch, caress, linger soft kisses over tanned skin. Inhale and exhale him. Become one over and over again. Thrusting until Jongdae cried out, both cumming in unison as the ecstasy left their body in a haze of bliss.

A New Song Ch. 2

Group: EXO Pair: ChanChen / ChenYeol Words: 2610 Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst, tw: questionable content/actions

Chanyeol’s pining after a married Jongdae and to his luck 😤 he’s been enlisted in the same unit as the one he’s trying to forget. Throw in some quarantine and the two of them being left alone together for an ungodly amount time... well it’s bound to lead to some.. interesting things.

It’s wrong. Chanyeol knows it’s wrong. But the hours pass into days and the days pass into weeks and he can’t shake the thought that grows and grows inside him until he’s almost sure that the consequences would be worth it if he ran away now and started a new life anywhere 1000 miles away from the guy he wants to kiss and hold and rewind time to risk it all for. 

He can’t do that.

It’s wrong. 

By every definition of the word wrong. But fuck if Jongdae curling up to him like a cat at night doesn’t cause a stir above and below.

One time Jongdae asked him if he was alright because he’d chosen to lay on Chanyeol’s chest and, well, it’s not like he could stop it from beating that hard and fast. He’s only glad Jongdae was satisfied when Chanyeol had told him he had too much caffeine. 

He didn’t have any caffeine that day. He’d had a Jongdae on his chest and it was perfect and hell. Perfect because fuck yes Jongdae is laying on his chest and he’s so close Chanyeol can feel the heat radiating off him, can feel his breath against his skin. And hell because what’s really stopping him from reaching down and giving Jongdae a kiss other than his own sense of morality? Perfect hell like every time Jongdae reaches up to give Chanyeol a hug and it feels like hot coals against his skin. 

Or working out together. Chanyeol’s given to saying that he must have really good circulation because his dick gets hard almost every time he sees his best friend lifting weights or stretching. And it’s bullshit but he can’t stop it. His dick has a mind of its own. Like that one time Jongdae needed a spotter and who else could help him? He couldn’t help how his fucking dick just grew right in front of Jongdae’s face. It was Jongdae’s fault for all those sounds he made while lifting. Jongdae had stopped right away, looked appalled, and then laughed. So it was fine, right? Completely fine. And it was completely fine how Chanyeol went to sleep that night, picturing that same moment but instead, Jongdae would hang up the weights and suck Chanyeol off, the dirty slut getting on his knees for Chanyeol, hollowing out his cheeks and Chanyeol gripping his hair, shoving Jongdae further on his dick and abusing his throat. 

It’s fine.

Chanyeol had gone to Jongdae’s bed that night, saying he couldn’t sleep and asking Jongdae if he’d keep him company. Jongdae had opened the covers and allowed Chanyeol in. It wasn’t until Jongdae went to sleep that Chanyeol turned on his side and lightly stroked his hair, playfully touching his kitten lips as he slept.

Absolutely fine.

Jongdae had stopped asking Chanyeol if he wanted to shower with him. There wasn’t a need anymore. The hot water didn’t waste away with the lack of people using it and Chanyeol was both upset and relieved. It’s better he didn’t see Jongdae naked but also God why can’t he see Jongdae naked. Life isn’t fair was Chanyeol’s thought when he’d removed the towel from the bathroom so that Jongdae would have to ask him to bring another one. He didn’t do it often but every now and then he’d remove something that Jongdae would need or would throw out something like body wash or shampoo claiming it smelled weird just so Jongdae would call out and Chanyeol could come running with whatever Jongdae needed, getting a glimpse of his friend's naked body and keeping that image with him until next time. And there was always a next time.

Chanyeol wonders why Jongdae hasn’t said anything. Along with Minseok, Jongdae is one of the smartest people in the group and if this was a puzzle he’d have figured it out. Unless he already has and every excuse Chanyeol gives is really just an embarrassment.

He shakes his head and continues like nothing is wrong when Jongdae asks him what he wants for dinner. 

“You.” He jokes not looking up from his composition when he could swear he hears Jongdae say “Take it then.” 

His jaw drops open and he can’t fully process anything until he sees Jongdae reaching for his phone. “So what do you want Yeol? The usual?” Jongdae’s standing there, small ass in those tight pants - because this little twink refuses to wear fitted clothes so Chanyeol does what he must and accidentally spilled soda all over Jongdae’s newly cleaned laundry - and god he looks so good that Chanyeol could take him right then and there. He’d slap himself literally to shake out of this daze his mind, body, and dick refuse to leave if Jongdae wasn't standing beside him.

“I… what?” 

“I said we’ll have take-out then. What do you want?” 

Before he can answer, because he’s sitting there dumbfounded, Jongdae orders his usual and Chanyeol sits there wanting to rip off Jongdae’s pants and stuff his dick into Jongdae’s very tight, petite ass. If he could just… just have a small taste of his best friend he’s sure these intruding thoughts would vanish. It’s like that piece of food that you’re holding yourself back from when you’re dieting or going lean and you think if you just have a bite you won’t want anymore. Because that’s how it works… right?

Isn’t it one bite and you’re satisfied… Or is it one bite and then another and well now you’ve practically had the whole thing? Except the thing is your married best friend and the bite is his ass and his little dick and his moaning and screams and pure jubilation because maybe your tongue is really that good.

A New Song Ch. 3

Group: EXO Pair: ChanChen / ChenYeol Words: 2596 Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst, tw: cheating, dubcon, drunk makeout

How to write a realistic scenario where one friend wants to have sex with the other but the other is married and has a family? Write them both drunk and make it somewhat convoluted with a sliiight probable case of dubcon? They both agree to it, just with some drunken coaxing. That's this chapter. 

Jongdae led Chanyeol to the bedroom without saying a word. No one said a word until Jongdae sat Chanyeol down in a dumbfounded daze and locked the door. And that took some effort because what is the alcohol percent in Soju again? Alcohol is the gateway to the type of behavior and horniness that he couldn’t confess even to his priest, Jongdae thinks turning around to Chanyeol, swaying slightly and holding onto the air as he finds his balance. 

“You’re so fucking cute Dae.” The big goof pouts and Jongdae finds he likes it, more than he has in the past. Not that he didn’t like Chanyeol’s adorable, tall, clumsy ways. It’s just that he never thought about how likable and attractive the entire combination is. And he is really attractive. Ridiculously so. He almost hates himself for continuing the thought because what is he doing other than knowing exactly what he’s doing by walking over to Chanyeol who's sitting on the bed, hands in his lap, switching back and forth from pouting adorably to looking at Jongdae in a way that says he wants to ravage him. He notices Chanyeol is rubbing his hands together like he’s nervous, like it’s an adolescent crush, and like they haven’t been best friends for nearly 10 years. The entire situation is absurd.

“I mean… you’re drunk and can’t walk straight and you’re grasping your tiny cute ass hands into the air to steady yourself. God those pants are sooo tight on you. I can see everything. Your thighs are wonderful. Please wear fitted clothes more, you son of a bitch. Wait. No. I’m sorry Dae. You’re mom’s a great lady. I just mean…”

“Chanyeol.” They're both sitting on the bed now, so close their legs are touching and if it made Jongdae nervous, he couldn’t imagine what it was doing to Chanyeol. He puts one finger over the other's lips and instantly the taller one stops talking. Stops bouncing his leg. Freezes. What an effect to have on another, he thinks, as he inches forward placing his lips ever so lightly on Chanyeol’s own. 

His lips are soft and the kiss is firm but gentle. It’s the type of kiss that Chanyeol imagined Jongdae would give, the air of romance and politeness coming through whether or not it’s intended. It feels like friendship and he wants more. He wants to lean into the kiss and take Jongdae’s neck into his hands, bringing the other closer, making the moment more intimate, but even in his drunken stupor, he waits for Jongdae to lead the way. Chanyeol is ready and willing to do everything right now and his inebriated brain is telling him to not wait and go for it - but the soul of the moment is telling him to practice patience because Jongdae might not be ready for everything Chanyeol could give him.

And just like that Jongdae draws back.

It takes the sum of Chanyeol’s strength to not pull him closer and throw caution to the wind, undressing Jongdae and peppering kisses down his lithe body; each one proving how much Chanyeol has loved him for all this time.

“Look Chanyeol, I-”

“No. Don’t say anything. Just wait.”

With much effort and a few times crashing into things or stopping to gain his balance, Chanyeol makes his way to the living room for the rest of the alcohol. Then he searches the cabinets and finds more. He knew those soldiers left some behind, he’d just never cared to find it until now. He refused to do any of this sober and he refused to let Jongdae sober up too. If at least one of them was sober, he knew this wouldn’t happen. Drunk Chanyeol was not only somehow more competitive in that morals would not win, but also increasingly selfish. Or maybe he just needs to fuck Jongdae that bad and that whole “Look Chanyeol” speech was not about to happen in this semi-Christian household. 

“Here. Drink. We’re not doing this sober.” He places another bottle of Soju in Jongdae’s hands and they both drink. It’s better this way. “Neither of us are drunk enough to do this. I mean… just look at me. I’m still talking in full sentences and I was able to gather all this alcohol without dropping any of it. Mostly. Also, why don’t you come here and sit on my lap so we can talk about this like grown men?”

Jongdae finally looks up and yes, Chanyeol did say that with a straight face. 

“Just picture it like a photo-shoot. They always had you smaller ones sit on us or I don’t know.... call your wife. Tell her we’re going to have sex and it’s okay because I’m your one celebrity free pass. Tell her you’ll find hers too. And just… does it really matter as long as you're riding my dick? I don't think so.” With that Chanyeol undoes his pants button and then his hands, confident, sure, are moving to unzip and slide his pants down. Jongdae wants to stop him. He should definitely do something other than stare at the sight of one of his best friends unclothing himself with the intent to do God knows what. But what’s he going to do, rush over and place his hands on top of Chanyeol's to actually make him stop? If he tried, Chanyeol might actually shove his dick into Jongdae’s hands and Jongdae’s not too sure he would stop touching it. If Chanyeol jerked his hips back and forth, Jongdae’s not too sure he wouldn’t follow the motion, hands gripping Chanyeol’s dick, appreciating the smoothness of Chanyeol’s skin and leaning forward to take more of him.

This can’t happen.

Jongdae stands up and moves away from the bed. “I can’t… I can’t do this. If I weren’t married, I might. If I hadn’t welcomed a new life into this world, I might. But I did… I have a family. They’re my responsibility and every relationship is built on communication and trust. If we did this, I couldn’t hug them or celebrate birthdays or holidays knowing what I did. I… I’m sorry Chanyeol. I can’t.” Jongdae makes for the door, to give them both some space and to sober up, but he’s halfway across the room when Chanyeol grabs his arm to pull him back. 

“I’ll call her. I’ll call her right now and… and ask.” He hasn’t let go of Jongdae’s arm despite the smaller trying to shake him off. “Stop. Jongdae, just listen. I’ll tell her…I don’t know… I’ll tell her she can.. join us.” He realizes how ludicrous it sounds, that if he were in her situation, he’d say absolutely not, drive to wherever his significant other is, and someone would get punched. But he doesn’t care because Jongdae was so close to him he could have had him pinned to the bed in a matter of seconds, Chanyeol’s hands holding Jongdae’s arms down, their chests heaving in unison as he wrecks the little twink. Jongdae spaced out and fucked. A glassy-eyed, nonverbal Jongdae. That’s what he needs.

“Tonight will not end unless you’re underneath me. My hands on your skin, on everything. My fingers inside of you touching spots you didn’t know you had. I want it and I know you want it too or you wouldn’t still be standing here.” He hoped he didn’t slur the words that much or that Jongdae was too drunk to notice because he means everything he said and he'd say it sober too if he had the courage. Chanyeol looks down at Jongdae who’s speechless, who hasn’t pulled away, and he realizes that everything is a moment and a choice. He could let Jongdae go and apologize in the morning. That’s the right thing to do. Or he could pull him in closer by his tiny waist that fits so perfectly in Chanyeol’s hands and kiss him so deeply he could swim in that memory forever. He should feel bad for all the reasons Jongdae mentioned. He should feel shame or guilt for what he wants but he doesn’t and Jongdae hasn’t pulled away. He hasn’t pulled away. He’s staring up at Chanyeol and Chanyeol can’t decide if it’s because he’s asking him to stop without a struggle or if it’s because he wants Chanyeol to make the move that will change their lives, that he’s too afraid to say. 

A moment and a choice. And Chanyeol chooses.

Hi! Thank you! That means so much to me. 😭 It takes me so long to write because my ADD is untreated and I can't focus for sh*t and I have an upcoming surgery I'm not looking forward to so my headspace is just asdfghjkl. 💜💙

BUT YES, It is specific to ChenYeol because of that time Chanyeol ate his ass on camera and felt him up during concerts. 👀 I had to write a fic bc it wouldn't leave my mind. WHAT WAS THE REASON?!?!?!

it’s summer here and i feel like i live in a microwave .-.