[FIC] High High
Title: High High
Author: aislinoriel & f_i_x_m_e
Rating: NC-17 (nearly PWP, what do you expect?)
Summary: Jiyong gets Seunghyun to join the Mile High Club. Song ensues, naturally. GTOP
Genre: Smut/Humour
Characters: T.O.P/G-Dragon
Author Notes: Because it had to be done. We're just doing our duty as citizens of the GTOP community. (Finally.)
A bony elbow roused him from his half-asleep state, and nimble fingers slipped one of his headphones off his ear to murmur, "Yah, hyung...I have an idea..."
With a grunt, he sent a sideways glance to his bandmate. "What is it Ji..."
"I'm going to the washroom. Follow me in a minute," there was a smirk that in Seunghyun's drowsy state he knew he recognized, but didn't fully comprehend until moments later after Jiyong had already slipped from his seat and headed down the aisle to the back of the plane, leaving him only with a raised eyebrow and a feeling in his stomach much like that which was caused by turbulence.
He took a survey of the other guys around him; Youngbae and Seungri were directly across the aisle, YB dozing with his arms crossed and hat pulled down over his eyes in the window seat which Seungri had forsaken just to (bother) sit close to Jiyong, but he had seemingly given up on that at some point as his head was now lulled against Youngbae's shoulder.
Daesung was sitting in the row just behind them next to one of the coordi noonas, a fleece blanket tucked up to his nose, hair a mess over his forehead, and seemingly just as out of it. It looked like most of the other passengers around were in varying degrees of the same state as well.
Pursing his lips inwardly he made his move, squeezing through the too-narrow space between the seats and catching his shoe along the way, barely stopping himself from expressing the pained reaction that such a graceful move caused. With only a minor limp not too much unlike his stage swagger, he made his way down to the small alcove where the toilets were.
Seeing only one of the four compartments occupied, he softly rapt a knuckle against that door.
“Seunghyun..?” asked Jiyong from the other side, his voice laced with enthusiasm as he opened the door. Pulling Seunghyun inside by the front of his hoodie, he promptly shut and locked the door once again.
“Are you fucking serious...?” whispered Seunghyun, eyes wide as Jiyong was already planting soft kisses to his neck. The younger man scoffed in response. “What a question, considering you came to me!” He kissed up to Seunghyun's ear and bit it gently, causing the older man to bite his lip, stifling a moan.
“Yeah...but you told me t-” “You knew full well that this is what I meant, dumbass!” Any further arguments were ended when Jiyong pulled down Seunghyun's sweatpants in one swift move and began palming him through his boxers.
"A-ah...yah...Ji..." Seunghyun stuttered over his words, already half-hard from the familiar stimulation, "This is kinda a tight fit..."
"You've never had a problem with that before..." Jiyong bit the inside of his cheek with a coy smirk, managing to finally get his hand into his boxers, "Don't worry about that, I'll make it work...you just try to be quiet, don't wanna get caught..."
"Aish," he hissed, "This guy...you're usually the loud one...ah, shit-" a sharp twist of Jiyong's wrist cut off his plaintive muttering.
"Shh..." Jiyong brought a finger up to his lips, and Seunghyun was no longer interested in talking.
Jiyong pumped Seunghyun's erection fast in his hand, coaxing moans from the older man. “Yah....didn't I tell you to be quiet?” Jiyong whispered harshly, though amused. Seunghyun groaned, mildly annoyed. “Aish...just...fucking....suck me off...” he growled out.
Jiyong's eyes lit up at this. With a swift movement, he drew Seunghyun's boxers down and sank down to his knees. He snickered. “So hard already?” Seunghyun's only response was placing his hand on the back of Jiyong's head as he slowly took him into his mouth.
"Ah...shit Ji-" he tried to keep his voice down as the tip of his dick hit the back of Jiyong's throat, barely keeping from roughly fisting at his hair and coaxing him to open his throat quicker. Jiyong soon did that all himself, taking him in completely like it was nothing, and bobbing, something that he had quickly perfected and he knew drove Seunghyun insane.
But as insane as he knew it drove him, he also knew his limits and they were reaching them, so he pulled off, a strand of saliva dripping from his reddened lower lip and Seunghyun thought he might lose it right then. "Fuck." he groaned, "Ji, figure out how I'm gonna fuck you in this goddamn tiny room. Now." If he didn't, Seunghyun wouldn't be responsible for either, cumming all over Jiyong's Galliano shirt, or the show the rest of the passengers would get when he dragged him back out into the cabin to fuck him in one of the slightly more spacious seats.
That brought a yet another, self-satisfied, smirk to Jiyong's face. He slithered up along Seunghyun's body, pressing a bottle of lube and a condom into his palm before beginning to work at his fly, tugging his jeans down just enough, followed by his underwear. He should've known he'd had this entire thing premeditated. It was Jiyong. He'd even been prudent enough to put a jacket down to kneel on so as to not touch the questionable floor. It shouldn't have been a turn-on, but Seunghyun somehow found it sexy. He bet before he'd come in he'd even wiped down most of the surfaces with the antibac wipes he carried with him when they travelled. He loved the ocd freak.
Jiyong turned, bracing himself against the small sink and the wall, and waited for him to put on the condom and the snap of the lube bottle opening. That alone caused a pleasant shiver of anticipation, and he groaned lowly as one of Seunghyun's blunt, slick fingers pressed into his ass, working him just enough to make things go smoothly, so to speak. Soon that finger was gone and the tip of Seunghyun's cock replaced it, his big hands gripping at Jiyong's hips, almost too delicately, but that thought soon vacated his mind as he pushed into him and white heat instantly started to pool in his belly, spreading out to every limb in his body.
"Ah..." Jiyong's eyes closed and he hung his head, hands keeping him propped as he pressed back, feeling his ass meet Seunghyun's abdomen and jutting hipbones ever so, feeling the press of him fully inside. Seunghyun knew he liked that at first, and he'd give him those few moments, knowing well that soon he'd be demanding for him to move, faster, more.
“Seunghyun...M-move....” There was that demand now. Seunghyun fulfilled Jiyong's wish, thrusting steadily into his ass. “How's...this?” He groaned out, squinting his eyes shut. Jiyong responded by moaning loudly and pushing back against the older man's thrusts. Seunghyun reached around and took Jiyong's erection into his hand, pumping it fast.
“Fuck...Seunghyun...People really are gonna hear us...they're gonna come in...” Jiyong moaned out loudly, feeling the end coming soon. “So...? Let them....I bet just the thought of that...turns you on..” Seunghyun thrust sharply as he felt Jiyong tensing up beneath him with a loud cry, cum splashing onto his stomach.
Seunghyun followed soon after, bucking his hips against the younger with great vigour.
There was a minute or so after where they panted against each other and regulated their breathing, almost expecting to hear the rustle of movement outside. But it seemed they hadn't made commotion enough to cause anyone to try to investigate.
They shifted with their unsteady legs, cleaning up, sharing some kisses that were nearly accidental due to proximity while trying to adjust their clothes and hair to a point of propriety.
"I guess I should..." Seunghyun began, and Jiyong scoffed, "I left first, I should go back first." It seemed both figured it would be less awkward to be the first who returned, assuming anyone noticed.
"If anyone asks, I'll just tell them you were constipated, that's what all the moaning was about. And I was nice enough to bring you some laxatives," he smirked, then noticed the misfortunate crumpled looking state of the jacket Jiyong had put on the door, "And then you got really loud and whiny when you accidentally dropped your jacket on the unhygienic floor."
Jiyong looked less than impressed. "Nice plan dumbass. I'm still going back first." As an afterthought, it seemed, he plucked the ill treated jacket from the floor, "Besides, this is Seungri's."
Seunghyun looked at him with a grin of horror twixt disbelief.
"What? I couldn't have taken Bae's, it's too nice."
"Yeah, you're too considerate to do that."
"Shut up. I'm leaving. You might want to wait a few minutes anyway, so your orgasm face can fade a bit, it's too obvious."
Seunghyun sputtered trying to form a comeback but Jiyong had already pulled the lock across and slipped out the door.
With a manly (he'd say so) huff, he waited a little, humming a tune that came to him to pass the time.
When he returned to his seat, still humming, (despite a couple odd eyes on him, though most others were still closed) Jiyong said he suddenly had an idea - and before the deja vu could sink in, added - for a song. He immediately started scrawling across a napkin and asked Seunghyun to continue humming that tune. Seunghyun couldn't help but suspect he'd been set up for this or something, no matter how ridiculous it sounded. Later, the song idea was brought to Teddy, who didn't think it was ridiculous, and while didn't know the details of the inspiration, was totally keen on producing any sort of lyrics that contained obscene American slang references.
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