That's What You Get For Wakin' Up In Vegas
Title: That's What You Get For Wakin' Up In Vegas
Author: bluemonkiesx
Pairing: GDYB.
Length: one shot.
Prompt/Summary: YB purposely gets GD drunk. And he finally confesses his feelings and they have sex. The next morning, YB feels extremely guilty for taking advantage of GD...but who said GD was really drunk?
Author's Note: Once upon a time, patra86 provided this prompt in an entry on gdyb_love.
You groan as you wake up, slowly stretching your arm until it hits something. Or someone.
"Yah! Don't hit me," a voice grumbles.
You look to where the voice came from, under a pile of the blankets, only to find a disgruntled Jiyong. He is still here. He is still here, naked. He is still here, naked, and hung over. Last night had really happened.
"Youngbae-ah! We're in Vegas!" Jiyong yelled over his shoulder as he walked off the plane.
"I noticed Jiyong," and you grinned when he turned around to pout at your lack of enthusiaism.
"Hum, so what do you want to do first, Youngbae-ah?" he asked, turning back around and continuing to walk out out of the airport.
You followed him out of the airport, out into Las Vegas, out into the City of Sin. The sun had already set, but it was still pleasantly warm despite the late hour.
"Maybe we should just head to the room, Ji. It's kinda late and we have plenty of time to do stuff tomorrow," you nonchalantly said.
He looked at you again, pouting, and you just laughed and ruffled his hair. "Come on, Ji. I'm sure the hotel has a minibar or something," and you laughed even more when his eyes lit up at the thought of a private minibar. He was going to take advantage of that. And he didn't know it, but you were going to take advantage of him.
***
"Want another shot, Jiyong?" you asked innocently.
"Yah! This tequila stuff s'really good," he slurred, throwing back the shot you had just handed him. He had already had more than enough shots, and they were starting to get to him. He started to sway a bit, before resting his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes. "Mm, Bae-ah~ I love you," he mumbled.
You took a deep breath. "Yongie-ah. Listen to me for a second," and you waited for him to unsteadily sit up and slowly open his eyes. You gently steadied him by firmly grasping him around the waist.
"Yah?"
"...I love you"
He gives you a toothy grin, throwing his arms around your neck. "Yah, I just said I loved you!" he cheekily said, before giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
You pushed him off of you, just enough to look at him in the eyes. "Jiyong-ah, I mean. I-I love you." And you thought that for just a second, a look of sobriety crossed his face. But that was impossibly. He'd had way too many shots to even consider still being sober.
But before you even got past that thought, he was kissing you. And not on the cheek this time, no. Hungrily attacking your lips with his, forcing his tongue into your mouth.
Suddenly and without breaking the kiss, he manuvers onto your lap. Arms still around your neck, with his legs straddling you, he started to grind his croth against yours, creating a pleasurable friction between your bodies.
"Bedroom, now" he whisperd hotly into your ear, and then began to suck on your ear lobe.
"Yah! What are you staring at? You're acting like you've never seen me before," he grumbles, attempting to free himself from the mess of blankets.
But in a way, this was your first time seeing him. Your first time seeing after last night, anyway. Your musing is interrupted when he finally frees himself from the blankets and asks you something.
"Youngbae, where are my clothes? Why am I naked?"
Crap. He doesn't remember any of it, not that you had expected him too. You did give him a lot of shots.
"Um, we played strip poker last night and you lost?"
He raises a single eyebrow at you. "We did? Tell me about, I don't remember playing strip poker."
You gulp. This hadn't been apart of your plan. Actually, you had never even thought of the morning after.
"Youngbae?"
"Um, yeah. You kind of really suck at poker. I kept getting straight flushes," you lied.
He stares at you, and you become increasingly uncomfortable. You felt almost as if he knew you were lying.
He finally shrugs, "If you say so, Bae-ah. I trust you." And it sounds like he put extra emphasis in the word "trust".
That's what did it. You couldn't lie to him, even if it was to protect yourself from taking advantage of him while he was drunk (even though you were the one to get him drunk). You couldn't betray his trust in you.
"Yongie-ah, we didn't play strip poker last night," you whisper, looking away from him. You're ashamed of yourself for lying to him. You're ashamed of yourself for even taking advantage of him in the first place.
"Oh, I know," he says matter-of-factly.
You feel him move, and then two arms snaking their way around you. He press his face into the crook of your neck and breathes.
You stare at him in surprise, "You know?"
He grins at you before lightly kissing your neck. "Yup. I can handle my liquor a lot better than you think." He laughs at your stunned expression and then snuggles closer to you. "Honestly, can't you tell when I'm really drunk or not?" he scoffs. "But regardless, if you don't believe me, I really do love you too."
That's when you realize two things. One, you shouldn't have attempted to get Jiyong drunk just to admit you loved him. Two, you will never, no matter how long you live, outsmart Kwon Jiyong.