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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Byun_Baekhyun/Zhang_Yi_Xing_|_Lay
  Character:
      Byun_Baekhyun, Zhang_Yi_Xing_|_Lay
  Additional Tags:
      artschool!au, Intercrural_Sex, Dry_Humping
  Series:
      Part 2 of Follow_the_sound_of_my_heart
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-22 Words: 2072
****** Free Falling ******
by sasannisa
Summary
     Yixing’s room is probably Baekhyun’s favorite room too, outside of
     school.
Notes
     Sequel to Contagious. Apologies for the off ending, it's 4 am here
     and I need my sleep.
See the end of the work for more notes
The music studio is probably Baekhyun's favorite room throughout the entire
school. Or to be more accurate, it's their favorite, as he learns Yixing also
likes to spend most of his time here, if not the dance studio, while his hand
strums broken rhythms as he comes up with a new song.
It's an appalling mystery to Baekhyun how the older seems to become the new
source of his energy now—nap is still the best method to recharge himself
honestly, but taking a nap with Yixing has more effect that lasts throughout
the rest of the day. That might be the reason why he seems to automatically
pushes himself off of his chair at the first ring of lunch break, and complies
when his feet bring him back to the music studio quicker. 
That might be the reason why his heart always beats faster in anticipation as
his hand turns the knob to the room and pushes the door to reveal Yixing,
sitting at the usual spot, immersed in his guitar playing—he always beats
Baekhyun to it, and it makes Baekhyun’s chest warm with hope that maybe, just
maybe Baekhyun is not the only one anticipating this.
They got closer the more time they spend, and sometimes if they feel reluctant
to part when lunch break is over, they would skip class and work on more songs;
sometimes Baekhyun even helps Yixing with the arrangement on piano, all the
while throwing some lyrics here and there.
Their relationship then developed, from Baekhyun being Yixing’s ‘left hand’ to
them being real friends, as Yixing asks for his number and they end up sending
text messages until past midnight and one of them falls asleep with their
phones in their hands.
As Baekhyun realizes his growing feelings toward Yixing, writing song lyrics
feels like writing diaries (whoa, where did that come from? Byun Baekhyun does
not write diaries like a lovestruck ten year-old girl. He writes daily
journal). And while he notices the way Yixing looks at him, he can’t help the
concern rising in his chest because whenever Baekhyun tries to make a
move—leaning his head on Yixing’s shoulder, clinging to Yixing’s arm, giving
Yixing a back hug—the older always stiffens and subtly (but not subtle enough
to go unnoticed by Baekhyun) shrugs him off.
So when Baekhyun finally confesses with a song—it’s really corny and awkward,
although Yixing claims to love it regardless, Baekhyun prefers not to remember
it—and finds that Yixing too feels the same, questions flow from his mouth like
a waterfall (“Since when? Why did you always brush me off then? Why did you
never return my hug? Oh my god did you watch me when I nap? Did you steal
glances when I’m not looking? Did you write that song while thinking of me?”).
“I’m afraid, if I get too comfortable around you, I would… Um…” Yixing’s words
trail off, and Baekhyun’s face grow warm.
“So you’re saying…"
Yixing facepalms, partly embarrassed, partly because Baekhyun is too cute with
red shades across his face. “I mean it’s not wrong if your mind is heading in
that direction. I just… really like you, is all. And sometimes if you get too
close, I have this tendency of wanting to kiss you.”
Baekhyun gulps at Yixing’s explanation and he wants to punch himself in the
face because he must look so lame now. But instead, he throws himself to
Yixing’s chest, his arms snake around the older’s waist and for the first time,
Yixing hugs him back.
“You know you can kiss me now, right?” Baekhyun says when he pulls back, the
floor somehow looks interesting to stare at.
The older chooses to answer by pushing Baekhyun’s chin up with his fingers and
tilting his head to press a kiss on Baekhyun’s lips.
. . .
Yixing’s room is probably Baekhyun’s favorite room too, outside of school.
He lives alone, surprisingly, while his parents stay in China. He has an aunt
who comes by every once in a while to check on him, but other than that, Yixing
is all by himself in a 30 square metres studio apartment just a few blocks away
from school.
The room is simple and not too packed, no decorations apart from the fairy
lights thrown on the top of the headboard of the bed (it’s his grandmother’s,
Yixing told him when Baekhyun was eyeing at how pretty it looks when it glows).
It’s considerably clean, but not too clean that Baekhyun might feel guilty if
he leave a wet footprint on the rug. Yixing’s room is just right.
It has become their second head quarters after the music studio, and Baekhyun
is glad to find Yixing’s room also smells like polished wood and nylon strings,
with a little scent of old spice coming out from the bathroom. Their activities
don’t differ that much from what they usually do in the music studio, only in
Yixing’s room, they’re allowed to have snacks while they play guitar—one thing
Baekhyun minds about.
No, it’s not the snacks that Baekhyun minds, duh. But the fact that they are
not  taking advantage of the fact that they are both alone, in Yixing’s room,
on Yixing’s bed, with no adult supervisions.
Yeah okay, Baekhyun is frustrated. Because Yixing has been leaving unnecessary
touches at the back of his ear as he caresses Baekhyun’s hair, along his neck
and collarbone as he drapes his arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder, down his inner
thigh when he asks Baekhyun to scoot a little to spare him a space on the piano
bench.
And he just has to dance whenever Baekhyun plays a rhythm on the piano, showing
off his popping moves and hip-thrusting skills.
Fucking Yixing.
Or the other way around.
Ahem.
So when Yixing just casually picking a melody on his guitar, totally ignoring
the fact that Baekhyun is peppering kisses down his shoulder, Baekhyun pouts.
He can never beat Yixing’s high interest in music.
Not that he minds though, Yixing’s virtuoso has actually been motivating
Baekhyun to enhance his piano skills and even prompting him to pick up violin
again.
“I’m jealous of you,” Baekhyun says, his chin resting on Yixing’s shoulder and
he squeezes Yixing’s torso with his arms to indicate his dismay. “I want to be
able to make decentsong in just ten minutes.”
Yixing chuckles at that, eliciting a smile to grow on Baekhyun’s face. “For the
record, that was one time. And you helped me too, so the credit is not all
mine.”
Baekhyun huffs out. “I’m still jealous.”
There is a brief moment of silence and Baekhyun notices the smirk on Yixing’s
lips before the older puts away the guitar he’s holding.
“But you are a prodigy, Baekhyun,” Yixing says, turning around to face Baekhyun
and the younger leans back a bit, startled at the sudden closeness. “Have you
heard yourself sing?”
Well. Baekhyun doeslove to sing, but he never paid attention to his vocal
skills that much. He doesn’t think it’s important. It’s just singing after all,
everyone can do it.
“Your voice is  amazing ,” Yixing stresses, as he leans in to kiss Baekhyun at
his nose.
“See? Even your laugh sounds melodic,” Yixing adds and Baekhyun raises his
eyebrows at the sense of deja vu.
They kissed then, slow and innocent at first, until Yixing’s hands start
teasing Baekhyun again as they slide up his spine beneath his uniform, drawing
out a gasp and Yixing’s tongue coaxes its way into Baekhyun’s mouth. 
A laugh escapes through Yixing's nostrils when Baekyun tugs on his collar,
pulling him down as the younger falls on his back. Baekhyun’s arms locked
behind Yixing’s neck, his fingers playing with Yixing's hair as their mouths
feed on each other. He tilts his head when Yixing pulls back, giving access to
his neck and the older happily grants his wish by nipping at the crook of
Baekhyun’s jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses there.
And then Yixing’s hands roam under his shirt again, exploring the front now and
Baekhyun lets out a yelp when Yixing’s fingers accidentally brush his nipple.
The older licks his lips at the sound, eager to draw more out and he resumes
his attack on Baekhyun’s neck, sucking a mark and two, lapping a trail up his
veins. His fingers play with Baekhyun’s sensitive nipple, rubbing, pinching,
twirling, feeling the younger trembling, whimpering under his touch.
Baekhyun’s chest was heaving up and down as he tries to control his breath. His
lungs are painfully hot, but it seems the more oxygen he inhales, the more they
burn, so Baekhyun opens his mouth; breathing through his mouth helps a little,
yet it’s hard as fuck to multitask when at the same time he has to hold back
his moans from spilling out of his lips.
Yixing’s patience begins to drain as no sounds have been coming out of
Baekhyun’s mouth aside from the elaborate breathing so he grabs Baekhyun’s face
with his other hand, forcing the younger to look at him. He bends over
Baekhyun, trapping his petite body under his shadow and he dives in, ravishing
Baekhyun’s lips with his, sucking on his tongue and adding more pressure in the
kiss.
Baekhyun squeezes his eyes shut, frightened at the sudden force and he lets out
an involuntary moan, so hoarse and sinful as it oozes out of his throat and
into Yixing’s mouth. He trashes about, moans falling out of his mouth, his legs
kicking and arms shoving and Yixing quickly withdraw himself.
Baekhyun’s eyes were wide as he stares at him and Yixing wants to slit his
throat for causing it.
“I’m- I’m sorry, I got carried away and—” he says, sitting up but Baekhyun is
quick to pull him back down.
“N-no, listen,” Baekhyun interrupts. “I uh…”
The sound of their breathing fills the silence as Baekhyun gathers his words to
explain. “I’m. Not ready. If… If you’re thinking of doing… that. B-But — ”
Another pause and Baekhyun blinks in panic, seeing concern rising on Yixing’s
face. It seems his body has more control of himself as his mind is still blank
from their recent make out session, and instinctively, he grabs Yixing’s waist
and pushes his hips up to brush his pelvis against Yixing’s, earning a low hiss
from the older. “This. This is okay.”
Yixing breathes out a smile, relief washing over his worry and he kisses
Baekhyun full on the lips. He’d do anything at this rate, honestly, as long as
Baekhyun won’t hate him. So he pushes his hips back down, grinding their hard-
ons together through their pants.
Soon enough, Baekhyun’s cheeks grow warm again because—fuck, Yixing isn’t a
dancer for nothing —the older sure knows how to work his hips. He fails to
restrain his moans when Yixing’s hands find his ass and drags his waist up to
get the desirable angle before resuming his grinding.
“H-hyung—“ Baekhyun cries out, putting his arms crossed over his face because
he’s sure as hell he looks ugly now with his mouth gaping and nose scrunching.
But Yixing slows down his thrusts and Baekhyun wants to   die   because he’s
very close but the older is not letting him reach that climax.
“Let me see your face.” Yixing’s voice sounds a bit too out-of-breath and too
low for Baekhyun to handle so he complies, using his hands to grip on his hair
and the bed sheet instead.
The thrusts then became faster and rougher and Baekhyun is literally screaming
his lungs out as Yixing tells him how good he’s making him feel, how great he’s
been doing, how beautiful and incredible his voice sounds and it’s too much—
too fucking much that if he’s not getting his release in five seconds he’ll
explode so Baekhyun snaps his hips up, helping Yixing reach their peak until
they both come together, low grunts leaking out of their throats as they ride
down from their orgasms.
Yixing rolls over to lay down next to Baekhyun on the mattress, trying to catch
his breath, trying to convince himself that this is not a dream.
“Shit,” Baekhyun breathes out, “shit Hyung, I love you so much.”
And the older laughs, despite the gross feeling on the front of their pants.
Baekhyun decides, whether it’s the music studio or Yixing’s room, any room will
be his favorite as long as Yixing is there with him.
End Notes
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