Finding Love One Afternoon

Date Night Part Two

Finished with cleaning the kitchen and washing the dishes Baekhyun turns off the lights, letting the pretty night lights of downtown Seoul shine through the floor to ceiling windows. Reluctantly he leaves the kitchen when sees an altogether different view, one that nothing can  compare to. It's the view inside the apartments and one that takes his breath away, as he subtlety bites his bottom lip and stares at the broad shoulders and sculpted back muscles clearly visible beneath the tight t shit his boyfriend wears! God he could stand drooling over this very sight in front of him all day, as stood watching the shadowy flames of the open fire pit with what he is sure is an expensive rare whiskey in one hand is the sexiest sight he has ever seen. That glossy thick platinum hair a stark contrast against the all black outfit Chanyeol wears. The whole picture he thinks could rival something out of those glossy men's magazine he seen lying around the apartment.

Baekhyun feels the heat on his cheeks intensify, its been several weeks since they became official. Baekhyun no longer feels that embarrassing frigidness within him, watching the man he loves simply enjoy the comforts of his favourite drink ignited that strange sensation he has always tried to run from. Taking a deep breath he feels more then ready to start taking the next steps in their relationship. The only thing stopping him is how to tell Chanyeol he's ready to take the next step, he may be over the nervousness he's just never been in a position to want to have sex before. It's how to say he wants to know what this supposed nirvana is like when he can't just say it. It's what is fast becoming the most frustrating thing he has had to deal with. For the last week he has had  ample time to bring up the subject, if only his fingers would stop shaking and eventually chicken out.

There's a sudden shadow in front of him cutting of his internal fretting and a familiar gentle hand on the back of his hand. That family warmth on his wrist sends a that familiar electric pulse straight to his heart, it's only at the feel of that comforting warmth does he realise he's been staring at the floor! Raising his head he comes face to face with that beautiful always patient smile, he matches that smile with one of his own as he lip reads what Chanyeol says. "Baby I could feel your nervous vibrations is everything ok?" Catching a whiff of fermented wheat, oak and spice that is uniquely whiskey, he gets an idea. Quickly grabbing his phone he types out everything is fine, just daydreaming about how good you look. Would it be ok to have a drink too just something a little less strong? Baekhyun smiles at the soft blush over Chanyeol's cheek before he shakes his head "I have beer or I can make you a whiskey and Coke?" Whiskey and Coke is what he signs back, if he is going to do this he needs something soft to hide the vibrations of his nervousness.

Finally seated on the plush Italian sofa Baekhyun waits for his boyfriend to return with a fresh drink for him. In the meantime whilst his hands aren't shaking he types out the message he wants Chanyeol to read, one that will hopefully move their relationship up a step! You remember the night of the incident at your office, how when we came back here, I freaked out when you touched me? Please Chanyeol please touch me like that again. Its only a couple minutes later that he watches as Chanyeol gracefully walk back across the room. Holding out a tumbler of the dark chocolate concoction of coke and whiskey, "come on kitten I know something is wrong"

Chanyeol can only watch with deep concern as his kitten continues to vibrate with nerves, he desperately stacks his brain for anything that has gone wrong since he got home! He really can't think of anything, he knows he thanked Baekhyun for the comforting dinner! Oh god the dishes, all he did was watch as Baekhyun got up to do them after slaving away making dinner what an idiots he's been! He watches as his boyfriend takes a deep breath and a sip of his drink, before he grabs his phone and inches closer and ever so slowly hold out his phone. That cute blush he loves high on those cheeks, taking the phone he takes a sip of his own drink.  He feels his eyes widen as he reads the words across the screen, that stir an echo of arousal.