[FIC] Wake up call (Perry/GD, brief G-ri)
Title: Wake-up Call
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: GD/everyone mostly Perry/GD
Summary: GD is a whore rapist jerk. Perry should've stayed asleep.
Author's Notes: Many many thanks to mtembo for awesome beta-ing. <3
Perry groaned as his phone chimed for the umpteenth time that evening. Someone obviously could not get the hint that seven in the fucking morning was not a good time to be trying to reach him. “Motherfucking what...” he mumbled, only reaching for the phone with the vague concern that it could actually be something important and not just Jiyong texting him to ask if he'd really blown the kid last night.
5:48 just got home, can't sleep. So, how was it? Seungri says he gave you head
5:51 kkkkkk
6:10 did you let him fuck you? maknae won't tell me...
6:13 helloooo?
6:17 I tortured Seungri into confession - kkk
6:45 ^_____^
7:15 off to schedules, we're coming over tonight. Don't try to tell me you're busy, you're never busy. BYE!
Damn it.
Sighing, Perry fell back into bed, quickly thumbing out a "who's we?". After slight consideration, he added in "bring beer. Not fucking soju". He made sure the phone was off before chucking it into the darkness. It was way too early to be dealing with Jiyong of all people.
-
At noon, Perry finally got up, tired as all shit but unable to fall back asleep. He sent Jiyong another message before pulling on a pair of jeans and heading out for coffee and to meet up with Teddy and the girls. He finished just in time for a meeting with YG at 5, which was thankfully simple enough to have him out the door by 5:30. After a quick stop at the mart (he was pretty sure his fridge was not guest-worthy), he headed home to clean and hopefully receive a response of some sort from Jiyong.
Cleaning eventually took a back seat to napping, and the next thing Perry knew, it was 11 at night and someone was ringing his doorbell. “Damn,” he spat as he caught his reflection in the mirror across the room. He looked like shit.
Thankfully, Jiyong had only brought Seungri, not a troop of hot, available gay males. Well, not thankfully, exactly, Perry thought amusedly.
“Hey,” said Perry, moving to the side and gesturing them in. Jiyong grinned and slid past him, Seungri following behind. The plastic bag in his hand clinked against the door frame and Perry glanced down.
“What the hell?” Perry protested, following the other two into the living room. “I thought I said to bring beer and not soju?”
Jiyong collapsed dramatically onto the couch, dropping the bag onto the glass table in front of him with a thump. Sighing in exasperation, he propped his feet up against the edge of the table. “I don't like beer. I get a hangover,” he replied, in English.
Seungri, in the chair next to him, kept shooting glances at Perry, who nodded in his direction and smirked. Seungri saw and grinned back. Good to know that things were still cool between them.
Perry sat next to Jiyong, shoving his feet off the table before slumping back into the expensive leather of his couch. “So, what brings you two here?”
Jiyong hissed in pain as his heels thumped into the ground, but grinned. “Well, I was hoping for a drunken threesome, but I guess Maknae still has some reservations.”
Perry laughed, wincing slightly. He knew that everyone knew about yesterday, but trust Jiyong to bring it up within the first five minutes of them meeting. “What? I thought you and Youngbae were still dating.”
“We were, but--”
“They still are, they're just fighting again,” Seungri interrupted, rolling his eyes. Jiyong scrunched up his nose, reaching over to shove the younger boy off the chair. “Can't you keep your mouth shut just once?”
Seungri scoffed, offended. “What? It's true!”
“I said I didn't want to talk about it!”
Perry was surprised. As far as he knew, Youngbae didn't "fight" with anyone. “What'd you do, kid? It's pretty hard to piss YB off.”
Seungri laughed, nodding. “I want to know, too.”
“I don't wanna talk about it,” Jiyong declared, standing. “I just wanna get drunk. Where are your soju glasses?”
Perry stood as well, heading into the kitchen, trying not to laugh. Jiyong always wanted to talk. Sometimes he just wanted to be drunk first. Perry was pretty sure that discussing his boyfriend problems was the real reason Jiyong had come over tonight. “I'll grab 'em.”
“Hyung, is it all right if I look through your CD collection?” Seungri called from the living room.
“Just don't mess up the order,” Perry called as he pulled glasses from the shelf, trying to find the third soju glass that he knew was somewhere back there. “Go ahead and put something on, too.”
“All right -”
Perry heard Keyshia Cole's A Different Me start to play behind him and chuckled.
“Not bad,” he commented, returning with the three glasses. The kid really did have pretty good taste.
Seungri grinned.
-
Perry woke up to quiet moaning and the rustling of cloth. What...?
The last thing he remembered was playing dumb-ass drinking games with Jiyong and Seungri and getting drunk. Very drunk - he really should have known better than to play "I never" with his track record. He must have passed out, then.
Cracking his eyes open, he sat up, looking around slowly. Judging from the way the room spun when he turned his head, he was probably still pretty drunk. Not drunk enough, however, to miss Jiyong with his hand shoved down Seungri's pants, the smaller boy sprawled out on the ground next to the coffee table. Perry squinted, information slipping through his oversaturated brain. Not noticing Perry, Jiyong continued to stroke Seungri, palming himself through his jeans with his free hand as he moaned lowly. Seungri made a small noise but otherwise remained unmoving. Probably passed out, Perry mused, alcohol turning him stupid. Fuck, that's like, rape, probably.
“Jiyong, that's... fucked up. Kids's passed out,” Perry slurred, trying to stand and failing. Jiyong jumped at the noise, head jerking up, but he didn't stop his motions, cocking an eyebrow towards Perry. Eyes still locked with Perry's, he reached down and unzipped Seungri's pants, pulling out his now half-hard cock. Jiyong smirked, continuing to jerk it. “What? You jealous?”
Perry's breath quickened slightly, his eyes drawn involuntarily to the hand still wrapped around Seungri's length before flicking back up to see Jiyong watching too, fascinated.
Perry returned the smirk. “Are you?”
Jiyong hand stilled and he huffed out a laugh, incredulous. “What the fuck do you mean?”
Perry knew he was being dumb as hell, getting involved in any of Jiyong's emotional bullshit, but it was just too easy to bait him. “You're pissed I got a piece of the ass you've been chasing, right?” he said in English.
Jiyong's expression went sour. Letting go of Seungri, he made his way towards Perry. “Sorry, I don't understand,” he said in Korean as he crawled across the floor. He licked his lips slowly and Perry almost groaned aloud at the sight, already half-hard from earlier.
“Liar,” Perry breathed lowly.
Jiyong ignored him, opting instead to crawl up into Perry's lap and grind against him, his arms wrapping around his neck. “Wanna fuck?” he whispered as he tongued Perry's ear, switching to accented English that had Perry practically coming right there.
Perry moaned lowly, his hand hovering above the skinny boy's back. This was a bad idea. A pretty fucking bad idea, but he couldn't say he hadn't thought of it before. The alcohol hadn't helped, either. “What about Youngbae?”
Jiyong rolled his hips into his again, his cock hard against Perry's hip through his too-tight jeans. “What about him?”
Perry rolled his eyes but dropped his head back against the couch and moaned again when Jiyong's hand dropped down to squeeze at his clothed erection. “You are such a shit boyfriend.”
Jiyong ignored Perry again, sliding down onto the floor in front of him. Reaching out, he unbuttoned Perry's jeans with more dexterity than a drunk teen should really have, then gently pulled out his cock. His tongue darted out once to lap lightly at the tip, but he wasted no time, opening his mouth wide and dropping his head down to deepthroat Perry.
Perry hissed, hips thrusting forward unconsciously as his hand landed heavily on the back of Jiyong's head. Jiyong rode out the thrust easily, pulling back before bobbing his head down again, taking the length as far down his throat as possible.
“Oh, fuck, Ji',” Perry growled, his fingers tightening in Jiyong's blond locks as his throat contracted around him. He continued to thrust into Jiyong's mouth, and Jiyong took it, not pulling back even when he gagged. “Yeah, just like that.”
As he stared across the room and tried not to come, his eyes settled on Seungri, whom he had completely forgotten about. The younger boy was still asleep, cock soft and hanging out of his jeans. For some reason, that made Perry even hotter, even as he knew that the boy could wake at any moment. Groaning again, he tugged at Jiyong's hair and he drew back, looking up at him questioningly.
“Let's take this into the bedroom. I don't wanna wake the kid,” Perry said, voice low with arousal. Jiyong shot a look back at Seungri before standing, helping Perry up as well.
Ji Yong walked backwards until his back thumped gently into the bedroom door, then chuckled. “Why don't you just fuck me here, against the door, right where he can see us?” He palmed himself slowly. “It'd be hot.”
Perry's mind took to that idea instantly, but the smidgen of sense left in him told him it was bad enough to fuck someone with a boyfriend that he both knew and liked. He didn't need to make matters worse by doing it in front of another member of their group. Reaching around Jiyong, he twisted the door knob, letting Jiyong stumble back onto the bed before closing the door behind him. “I'd rather fuck you on your hands and knees. Turn around.”
Jiyong groaned, following directions like a good little whore. Head and shoulders pressed to the mattress and ass in the air, he wiggled out of his jeans. Perry watched him as he slipped out of his own, his hand reaching out to smooth over Jiyong's now bare ass. Jiyong purred like a cat and pushed into the touch. Perry, without thinking, pulled his hand back and smacked the smooth flesh firmly.
“Fuck! Yesss...” Jiyong whined into the pillow, so Perry did it again, a little harder. Jiyong whimpered, begging for more, which Perry was more than happy to fulfill.
“You like that?” he growled, smacking Jiyong's ass and thighs and watching them turn pink. He was usually on the receiving end in this sort of situation, but something about Jiyong had always made him want to abuse the skinny boy, smack him around, fuck the shit out of him. Punish him for being the little slut he is, he thought darkly.
Jiyong gasped, one hand still pumping his own erection. Perry reached forward, his hand digging into Jiyong's hair to pull him up and backwards. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered into his ear.
It took a moment for Jiyong to process the English, but he gritted out “yes, fuck me, yes” and a “please” when Perry tugged at his scalp again. Perry reached with his free hand into the nightstand for the lube and chucked the bottle at the boy. “Prep yourself, then.
If there was one thing Jiyong knew, it was how to put on a show, writhing and pushing back onto his own fingers as he fucked himself. Perry sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Jiyong whined and stretched himself around three fingers, his free hand alternating between pumping his cock and spreading his ass cheeks for Perry to see better.
After a few minutes, Jiyong pulled out and dropped his head back into the pillow, spreading his legs as he braced himself. “Fuck me, now.”
Perry laughed and moved forward, slicking himself quickly - he hadn't even gotten soft waiting - before reaching forward, lining up, and pushing into Jiyong in one hard stroke. Jiyong actually yelled, his voice muffled by the pillow. Perry paused, worried for a second whether he had gone too far, but Jiyong pulled himself forward and then pushed himself back down on Perry's cock as hard as he could, leaving Perry breathless.
“Agh, fuck, if that's how you want it, fine,” Perry breathed, and then he was fucking Jiyong fast and hard, his fingers digging into the smaller boy's hip and his voice shaking in time with the strength of his thrusts.
“Is this what you want Seungri to do to you, hmm? You want his little dick in your ass? I bet you'd like that,” he groaned, reaching around Jiyong to pinch his nipple. “I bet you'd let all of Big Bang fuck you, wouldn't you.”
Jiyong didn't say anything, but his hole tightened around Perry's cock, and Perry couldn't stop talking, saying the dirtiest fucking shit he could think of as he fucked Jiyong. When he was getting close he pulled out, flipping the skinny boy over and straddling his chest. Jiyong just opened his mouth, pulling hard at his own cock. “Give it to me, I want it, I want it,” he moaned, and then Perry was coming hard enough to see spots, across Jiyong's face and in his mouth and hair.
“Take it all,” he whispered, stroking out the last drop onto Jiyong's waiting tongue. He dipped his fingers into the sticky mess, scooping up as much as he could onto his fingertips before shoving them into Jiyong's mouth. He sucked them deep into his mouth, groaning, and Perry felt a hot splash against his back as Jiyong came as well.
Letting out a harsh pant, Perry rolled off Jiyong and collapsed onto the bed next to him. When he finally caught his breath, he chanced a glance over at him.
“Fuck,” Perry exclaimed, looking Jiyong up and down. The boy looked like shit, bruised, lip split, bite marks covering his shoulder. “Damn, Ji', I'm really sorry, that was way too... much.”
Jiyong just looked over at him, sleepy and unconcerned. “'s no big deal. It's not like we're promoting now or anything.”
Still, Perry worried, that had been a little hardcore for a first fuck. And last fuck, his mind chimed in, you dumb shit.
All of the shit that Perry had "forgotten" about during the sex was coming back to him now. The worry must have shown on his face, because Jiyong rolled over, wrapping an arm around his torso.
“Really, it's not a big deal. I liked it. Go to sleep,” Jiyong mumbled.
That's not what I'm worried about, Perry thought helplessly, but post-sex lethargy was sucking him in. As he began to doze, he couldn't help noting that every time he woke up, bad things happened.
-
“Perry-hyung?” Perry woke to a screaming headache and a very concerned-looking Seungri. He sat up, groaning, and rubbed at his face roughly.
“'t is 't?” he mumbled, trying to keep his head from splitting.
“Um...” Perry looked up, about to bitch the kid out for not getting to the point, when he saw Seungri staring at the other side of the bed in concern.
Perry glanced over at a still sleeping Jiyong, the gears of comprehension squeaking slowly in his brain. Jiyong, him, sex. YB. Seungri. Ffffuck. Perry groaned quietly, turning and kicking his feet off the bed as he buried his head in his hands and willed everything to dissapear .
“Uh... Hyung?”
No such luck.
“Yeah, uhm... Seungri. Last night...”
Perry felt Seungri's hand on his shoulder as he sat next to him. “It's okay, hyung. You were really drunk last night. I passed out, and when I woke up you and Jiyong were sleeping. Right?”
Perry glanced up at the younger boy, who attempted to grin charmingly at him and would have succeeded if not for the line of dried drool down his face. He wondered if he could really trust the kid to keep his mouth shut. Well, it wasn't like he had a choice. “Uh, yeah, thanks.”
Seungri smiled again and stood up, making his way to the door before pausing. “Uh, I didn't do anything, you know, weird, last night, did I? I don't really remember.”
Perry, frowned, wondering what the maknae was talking about. He realized belatedly that Seungri was probably just worried about why his pants had been down in the morning. Holding back a snicker, he grinned. “Nah, you just went to the bathroom and passed out after going. We had to drag you out into the living room, but we were pretty drunk then, too.”
Seungri's relief was audible. “Oh, okay, thanks. All right then.” He slipped out, closing the door behind him. Perry stood up and felt his way through the room, trying to find his pants without waking up Jiyong. He found them, and was just buttoning up when the doorbell rang. A second later, Seungri poked his head back into the room. “Hyung, it's Youngbae-hyung!” Seungri whispered dramatically, eyes wide. Perry swore and reached over to shake Jiyong. “Hey, wake up. Your boyfriend's here, put something on.” He wondered how Jiyong would hide the bruises and bite marks from Youngbae, or if he'd even bother at this point. Perry really liked Jiyong, but he'd never want to date someone as unstable as that.
You're not exactly a saint yourself, Perry's brain chimed in cheerfully. He followed Seungri back into the main room, tugging on his shirt as he went.
If he'd felt guilty beforehand, it was nothing compared to how he felt when he actually saw Youngbae. Youngbae bowed and greeted Perry respectfully, the dark circles under his eyes characteristic of the boys whenever they were promoting. Perry invited him in and swallowed, trying to dispel the lump in his throat.
“Jiyong told me he was going out with Seungri, but not where. I found out later from manager-hyung. I hope you don't mind me stopping by, we have an interview later today and I thought there might have been drinking, so...” Youngbae looked as worried as Perry felt. “Uhm, I tried to call your phone first, but there was no answer, so...” Perry realized the look on his face must not be very welcoming. He shook his head, running one hand through his hair.
“No, man, it's totally cool, you can stop by anytime.” He tried a smile and half succeeded. “Uh, sorry if I seem weird, I'm just really hung over. Really, it's fine.” Youngbae smiled in relief, his eyes turning into slits. He really was adorable, Perry thought. Yet another reason why he was the scum of the earth.
Seungri emerged from the bathroom, looking cleaner and less covered in drool, which made Perry wonder just how horrible he must look. He suddenly found himself embarrassed in front of Youngbae, who was dressed to the nines as usual.
Seungri greeted Youngbae cheerfully, apparently unaffected by the massive amounts of alcohol he had consumed. Launching into a tirade on how Youngbae's new solo was "100% the best", he easily took charge of the conversation, for which Perry was extremely grateful. It allowed him the time to get up and brew some much needed coffee, down a few (dozen) aspirin, and confirm that yes, he looked terrible. When he finally sat down, coffee in hand, he noticed that Youngbae kept shooting glances his way. Perry reddened slightly.
“Uh... what is it? I know, I need a shower, sorry...” He knew he was gross, but he'd washed up at least a little. Maybe Youngbae had figured it out? Had Seungri let something slip?
“Oh, no!” Youngbae quickly interjected. “You look fine. It's just, I was wondering about Jiyong...?”
“I was sleeping. What about me?”
Jiyong stood in the doorway, fully clothed and looking like he was ready for a fashion shoot. He shot a quick glance at Perry before turning to face Youngbae. “Hey,” he said, a little coolly.
Youngbae smiled slightly. “Hey. Are you ready to go? We're gonna be late if we don't hurry up.”
Jiyong looked away, walking toward the door. “All right.” Youngbae looked down, still smiling, but it was a little off. Perry felt bad, and at another time he would have asked the younger man about it, but at this point he figured that keeping his mouth shut was probably the best strategy.
He followed the boys to the door and saw them out. Jiyong was out first, walking out the door without saying anything. Seungri waved cheerfully as he left, apparently immune to the tense atmosphere between the other two. Youngbae turned to apologize for Jiyong's rudeness, explaining that he wasn't normally like this, really.
Perry caught his shoulder lightly, cutting him off in the middle of his apologies. “It's okay. I'm the one who should be sorry, really.”
Youngbae frowned, confused. “What? Why?”
“I just am.” He squeezed Youngbae's shoulder once before letting go and stepping back. Youngbae still looked confused, but nodded and smiled. “All right. Whatever it is, hyung, it's fine. Thanks for taking care of us. I'll see you at the studio.” He smiled again and bowed before running to catch the elevator with the other boys. Perry watched him, then headed back inside.
Slumping against the door frame, he scrubbed his face with his hand. “I'm getting too fucking old for this kind of drama.”
He sighed, and went to go finish his coffee for the day.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: GD/everyone mostly Perry/GD
Summary: GD is a whore rapist jerk. Perry should've stayed asleep.
Author's Notes: Many many thanks to mtembo for awesome beta-ing. <3
Perry groaned as his phone chimed for the umpteenth time that evening. Someone obviously could not get the hint that seven in the fucking morning was not a good time to be trying to reach him. “Motherfucking what...” he mumbled, only reaching for the phone with the vague concern that it could actually be something important and not just Jiyong texting him to ask if he'd really blown the kid last night.
5:48 just got home, can't sleep. So, how was it? Seungri says he gave you head
5:51 kkkkkk
6:10 did you let him fuck you? maknae won't tell me...
6:13 helloooo?
6:17 I tortured Seungri into confession - kkk
6:45 ^_____^
7:15 off to schedules, we're coming over tonight. Don't try to tell me you're busy, you're never busy. BYE!
Damn it.
Sighing, Perry fell back into bed, quickly thumbing out a "who's we?". After slight consideration, he added in "bring beer. Not fucking soju". He made sure the phone was off before chucking it into the darkness. It was way too early to be dealing with Jiyong of all people.
-
At noon, Perry finally got up, tired as all shit but unable to fall back asleep. He sent Jiyong another message before pulling on a pair of jeans and heading out for coffee and to meet up with Teddy and the girls. He finished just in time for a meeting with YG at 5, which was thankfully simple enough to have him out the door by 5:30. After a quick stop at the mart (he was pretty sure his fridge was not guest-worthy), he headed home to clean and hopefully receive a response of some sort from Jiyong.
Cleaning eventually took a back seat to napping, and the next thing Perry knew, it was 11 at night and someone was ringing his doorbell. “Damn,” he spat as he caught his reflection in the mirror across the room. He looked like shit.
Thankfully, Jiyong had only brought Seungri, not a troop of hot, available gay males. Well, not thankfully, exactly, Perry thought amusedly.
“Hey,” said Perry, moving to the side and gesturing them in. Jiyong grinned and slid past him, Seungri following behind. The plastic bag in his hand clinked against the door frame and Perry glanced down.
“What the hell?” Perry protested, following the other two into the living room. “I thought I said to bring beer and not soju?”
Jiyong collapsed dramatically onto the couch, dropping the bag onto the glass table in front of him with a thump. Sighing in exasperation, he propped his feet up against the edge of the table. “I don't like beer. I get a hangover,” he replied, in English.
Seungri, in the chair next to him, kept shooting glances at Perry, who nodded in his direction and smirked. Seungri saw and grinned back. Good to know that things were still cool between them.
Perry sat next to Jiyong, shoving his feet off the table before slumping back into the expensive leather of his couch. “So, what brings you two here?”
Jiyong hissed in pain as his heels thumped into the ground, but grinned. “Well, I was hoping for a drunken threesome, but I guess Maknae still has some reservations.”
Perry laughed, wincing slightly. He knew that everyone knew about yesterday, but trust Jiyong to bring it up within the first five minutes of them meeting. “What? I thought you and Youngbae were still dating.”
“We were, but--”
“They still are, they're just fighting again,” Seungri interrupted, rolling his eyes. Jiyong scrunched up his nose, reaching over to shove the younger boy off the chair. “Can't you keep your mouth shut just once?”
Seungri scoffed, offended. “What? It's true!”
“I said I didn't want to talk about it!”
Perry was surprised. As far as he knew, Youngbae didn't "fight" with anyone. “What'd you do, kid? It's pretty hard to piss YB off.”
Seungri laughed, nodding. “I want to know, too.”
“I don't wanna talk about it,” Jiyong declared, standing. “I just wanna get drunk. Where are your soju glasses?”
Perry stood as well, heading into the kitchen, trying not to laugh. Jiyong always wanted to talk. Sometimes he just wanted to be drunk first. Perry was pretty sure that discussing his boyfriend problems was the real reason Jiyong had come over tonight. “I'll grab 'em.”
“Hyung, is it all right if I look through your CD collection?” Seungri called from the living room.
“Just don't mess up the order,” Perry called as he pulled glasses from the shelf, trying to find the third soju glass that he knew was somewhere back there. “Go ahead and put something on, too.”
“All right -”
Perry heard Keyshia Cole's A Different Me start to play behind him and chuckled.
“Not bad,” he commented, returning with the three glasses. The kid really did have pretty good taste.
Seungri grinned.
-
Perry woke up to quiet moaning and the rustling of cloth. What...?
The last thing he remembered was playing dumb-ass drinking games with Jiyong and Seungri and getting drunk. Very drunk - he really should have known better than to play "I never" with his track record. He must have passed out, then.
Cracking his eyes open, he sat up, looking around slowly. Judging from the way the room spun when he turned his head, he was probably still pretty drunk. Not drunk enough, however, to miss Jiyong with his hand shoved down Seungri's pants, the smaller boy sprawled out on the ground next to the coffee table. Perry squinted, information slipping through his oversaturated brain. Not noticing Perry, Jiyong continued to stroke Seungri, palming himself through his jeans with his free hand as he moaned lowly. Seungri made a small noise but otherwise remained unmoving. Probably passed out, Perry mused, alcohol turning him stupid. Fuck, that's like, rape, probably.
“Jiyong, that's... fucked up. Kids's passed out,” Perry slurred, trying to stand and failing. Jiyong jumped at the noise, head jerking up, but he didn't stop his motions, cocking an eyebrow towards Perry. Eyes still locked with Perry's, he reached down and unzipped Seungri's pants, pulling out his now half-hard cock. Jiyong smirked, continuing to jerk it. “What? You jealous?”
Perry's breath quickened slightly, his eyes drawn involuntarily to the hand still wrapped around Seungri's length before flicking back up to see Jiyong watching too, fascinated.
Perry returned the smirk. “Are you?”
Jiyong hand stilled and he huffed out a laugh, incredulous. “What the fuck do you mean?”
Perry knew he was being dumb as hell, getting involved in any of Jiyong's emotional bullshit, but it was just too easy to bait him. “You're pissed I got a piece of the ass you've been chasing, right?” he said in English.
Jiyong's expression went sour. Letting go of Seungri, he made his way towards Perry. “Sorry, I don't understand,” he said in Korean as he crawled across the floor. He licked his lips slowly and Perry almost groaned aloud at the sight, already half-hard from earlier.
“Liar,” Perry breathed lowly.
Jiyong ignored him, opting instead to crawl up into Perry's lap and grind against him, his arms wrapping around his neck. “Wanna fuck?” he whispered as he tongued Perry's ear, switching to accented English that had Perry practically coming right there.
Perry moaned lowly, his hand hovering above the skinny boy's back. This was a bad idea. A pretty fucking bad idea, but he couldn't say he hadn't thought of it before. The alcohol hadn't helped, either. “What about Youngbae?”
Jiyong rolled his hips into his again, his cock hard against Perry's hip through his too-tight jeans. “What about him?”
Perry rolled his eyes but dropped his head back against the couch and moaned again when Jiyong's hand dropped down to squeeze at his clothed erection. “You are such a shit boyfriend.”
Jiyong ignored Perry again, sliding down onto the floor in front of him. Reaching out, he unbuttoned Perry's jeans with more dexterity than a drunk teen should really have, then gently pulled out his cock. His tongue darted out once to lap lightly at the tip, but he wasted no time, opening his mouth wide and dropping his head down to deepthroat Perry.
Perry hissed, hips thrusting forward unconsciously as his hand landed heavily on the back of Jiyong's head. Jiyong rode out the thrust easily, pulling back before bobbing his head down again, taking the length as far down his throat as possible.
“Oh, fuck, Ji',” Perry growled, his fingers tightening in Jiyong's blond locks as his throat contracted around him. He continued to thrust into Jiyong's mouth, and Jiyong took it, not pulling back even when he gagged. “Yeah, just like that.”
As he stared across the room and tried not to come, his eyes settled on Seungri, whom he had completely forgotten about. The younger boy was still asleep, cock soft and hanging out of his jeans. For some reason, that made Perry even hotter, even as he knew that the boy could wake at any moment. Groaning again, he tugged at Jiyong's hair and he drew back, looking up at him questioningly.
“Let's take this into the bedroom. I don't wanna wake the kid,” Perry said, voice low with arousal. Jiyong shot a look back at Seungri before standing, helping Perry up as well.
Ji Yong walked backwards until his back thumped gently into the bedroom door, then chuckled. “Why don't you just fuck me here, against the door, right where he can see us?” He palmed himself slowly. “It'd be hot.”
Perry's mind took to that idea instantly, but the smidgen of sense left in him told him it was bad enough to fuck someone with a boyfriend that he both knew and liked. He didn't need to make matters worse by doing it in front of another member of their group. Reaching around Jiyong, he twisted the door knob, letting Jiyong stumble back onto the bed before closing the door behind him. “I'd rather fuck you on your hands and knees. Turn around.”
Jiyong groaned, following directions like a good little whore. Head and shoulders pressed to the mattress and ass in the air, he wiggled out of his jeans. Perry watched him as he slipped out of his own, his hand reaching out to smooth over Jiyong's now bare ass. Jiyong purred like a cat and pushed into the touch. Perry, without thinking, pulled his hand back and smacked the smooth flesh firmly.
“Fuck! Yesss...” Jiyong whined into the pillow, so Perry did it again, a little harder. Jiyong whimpered, begging for more, which Perry was more than happy to fulfill.
“You like that?” he growled, smacking Jiyong's ass and thighs and watching them turn pink. He was usually on the receiving end in this sort of situation, but something about Jiyong had always made him want to abuse the skinny boy, smack him around, fuck the shit out of him. Punish him for being the little slut he is, he thought darkly.
Jiyong gasped, one hand still pumping his own erection. Perry reached forward, his hand digging into Jiyong's hair to pull him up and backwards. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered into his ear.
It took a moment for Jiyong to process the English, but he gritted out “yes, fuck me, yes” and a “please” when Perry tugged at his scalp again. Perry reached with his free hand into the nightstand for the lube and chucked the bottle at the boy. “Prep yourself, then.
If there was one thing Jiyong knew, it was how to put on a show, writhing and pushing back onto his own fingers as he fucked himself. Perry sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Jiyong whined and stretched himself around three fingers, his free hand alternating between pumping his cock and spreading his ass cheeks for Perry to see better.
After a few minutes, Jiyong pulled out and dropped his head back into the pillow, spreading his legs as he braced himself. “Fuck me, now.”
Perry laughed and moved forward, slicking himself quickly - he hadn't even gotten soft waiting - before reaching forward, lining up, and pushing into Jiyong in one hard stroke. Jiyong actually yelled, his voice muffled by the pillow. Perry paused, worried for a second whether he had gone too far, but Jiyong pulled himself forward and then pushed himself back down on Perry's cock as hard as he could, leaving Perry breathless.
“Agh, fuck, if that's how you want it, fine,” Perry breathed, and then he was fucking Jiyong fast and hard, his fingers digging into the smaller boy's hip and his voice shaking in time with the strength of his thrusts.
“Is this what you want Seungri to do to you, hmm? You want his little dick in your ass? I bet you'd like that,” he groaned, reaching around Jiyong to pinch his nipple. “I bet you'd let all of Big Bang fuck you, wouldn't you.”
Jiyong didn't say anything, but his hole tightened around Perry's cock, and Perry couldn't stop talking, saying the dirtiest fucking shit he could think of as he fucked Jiyong. When he was getting close he pulled out, flipping the skinny boy over and straddling his chest. Jiyong just opened his mouth, pulling hard at his own cock. “Give it to me, I want it, I want it,” he moaned, and then Perry was coming hard enough to see spots, across Jiyong's face and in his mouth and hair.
“Take it all,” he whispered, stroking out the last drop onto Jiyong's waiting tongue. He dipped his fingers into the sticky mess, scooping up as much as he could onto his fingertips before shoving them into Jiyong's mouth. He sucked them deep into his mouth, groaning, and Perry felt a hot splash against his back as Jiyong came as well.
Letting out a harsh pant, Perry rolled off Jiyong and collapsed onto the bed next to him. When he finally caught his breath, he chanced a glance over at him.
“Fuck,” Perry exclaimed, looking Jiyong up and down. The boy looked like shit, bruised, lip split, bite marks covering his shoulder. “Damn, Ji', I'm really sorry, that was way too... much.”
Jiyong just looked over at him, sleepy and unconcerned. “'s no big deal. It's not like we're promoting now or anything.”
Still, Perry worried, that had been a little hardcore for a first fuck. And last fuck, his mind chimed in, you dumb shit.
All of the shit that Perry had "forgotten" about during the sex was coming back to him now. The worry must have shown on his face, because Jiyong rolled over, wrapping an arm around his torso.
“Really, it's not a big deal. I liked it. Go to sleep,” Jiyong mumbled.
That's not what I'm worried about, Perry thought helplessly, but post-sex lethargy was sucking him in. As he began to doze, he couldn't help noting that every time he woke up, bad things happened.
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“Perry-hyung?” Perry woke to a screaming headache and a very concerned-looking Seungri. He sat up, groaning, and rubbed at his face roughly.
“'t is 't?” he mumbled, trying to keep his head from splitting.
“Um...” Perry looked up, about to bitch the kid out for not getting to the point, when he saw Seungri staring at the other side of the bed in concern.
Perry glanced over at a still sleeping Jiyong, the gears of comprehension squeaking slowly in his brain. Jiyong, him, sex. YB. Seungri. Ffffuck. Perry groaned quietly, turning and kicking his feet off the bed as he buried his head in his hands and willed everything to dissapear .
“Uh... Hyung?”
No such luck.
“Yeah, uhm... Seungri. Last night...”
Perry felt Seungri's hand on his shoulder as he sat next to him. “It's okay, hyung. You were really drunk last night. I passed out, and when I woke up you and Jiyong were sleeping. Right?”
Perry glanced up at the younger boy, who attempted to grin charmingly at him and would have succeeded if not for the line of dried drool down his face. He wondered if he could really trust the kid to keep his mouth shut. Well, it wasn't like he had a choice. “Uh, yeah, thanks.”
Seungri smiled again and stood up, making his way to the door before pausing. “Uh, I didn't do anything, you know, weird, last night, did I? I don't really remember.”
Perry, frowned, wondering what the maknae was talking about. He realized belatedly that Seungri was probably just worried about why his pants had been down in the morning. Holding back a snicker, he grinned. “Nah, you just went to the bathroom and passed out after going. We had to drag you out into the living room, but we were pretty drunk then, too.”
Seungri's relief was audible. “Oh, okay, thanks. All right then.” He slipped out, closing the door behind him. Perry stood up and felt his way through the room, trying to find his pants without waking up Jiyong. He found them, and was just buttoning up when the doorbell rang. A second later, Seungri poked his head back into the room. “Hyung, it's Youngbae-hyung!” Seungri whispered dramatically, eyes wide. Perry swore and reached over to shake Jiyong. “Hey, wake up. Your boyfriend's here, put something on.” He wondered how Jiyong would hide the bruises and bite marks from Youngbae, or if he'd even bother at this point. Perry really liked Jiyong, but he'd never want to date someone as unstable as that.
You're not exactly a saint yourself, Perry's brain chimed in cheerfully. He followed Seungri back into the main room, tugging on his shirt as he went.
If he'd felt guilty beforehand, it was nothing compared to how he felt when he actually saw Youngbae. Youngbae bowed and greeted Perry respectfully, the dark circles under his eyes characteristic of the boys whenever they were promoting. Perry invited him in and swallowed, trying to dispel the lump in his throat.
“Jiyong told me he was going out with Seungri, but not where. I found out later from manager-hyung. I hope you don't mind me stopping by, we have an interview later today and I thought there might have been drinking, so...” Youngbae looked as worried as Perry felt. “Uhm, I tried to call your phone first, but there was no answer, so...” Perry realized the look on his face must not be very welcoming. He shook his head, running one hand through his hair.
“No, man, it's totally cool, you can stop by anytime.” He tried a smile and half succeeded. “Uh, sorry if I seem weird, I'm just really hung over. Really, it's fine.” Youngbae smiled in relief, his eyes turning into slits. He really was adorable, Perry thought. Yet another reason why he was the scum of the earth.
Seungri emerged from the bathroom, looking cleaner and less covered in drool, which made Perry wonder just how horrible he must look. He suddenly found himself embarrassed in front of Youngbae, who was dressed to the nines as usual.
Seungri greeted Youngbae cheerfully, apparently unaffected by the massive amounts of alcohol he had consumed. Launching into a tirade on how Youngbae's new solo was "100% the best", he easily took charge of the conversation, for which Perry was extremely grateful. It allowed him the time to get up and brew some much needed coffee, down a few (dozen) aspirin, and confirm that yes, he looked terrible. When he finally sat down, coffee in hand, he noticed that Youngbae kept shooting glances his way. Perry reddened slightly.
“Uh... what is it? I know, I need a shower, sorry...” He knew he was gross, but he'd washed up at least a little. Maybe Youngbae had figured it out? Had Seungri let something slip?
“Oh, no!” Youngbae quickly interjected. “You look fine. It's just, I was wondering about Jiyong...?”
“I was sleeping. What about me?”
Jiyong stood in the doorway, fully clothed and looking like he was ready for a fashion shoot. He shot a quick glance at Perry before turning to face Youngbae. “Hey,” he said, a little coolly.
Youngbae smiled slightly. “Hey. Are you ready to go? We're gonna be late if we don't hurry up.”
Jiyong looked away, walking toward the door. “All right.” Youngbae looked down, still smiling, but it was a little off. Perry felt bad, and at another time he would have asked the younger man about it, but at this point he figured that keeping his mouth shut was probably the best strategy.
He followed the boys to the door and saw them out. Jiyong was out first, walking out the door without saying anything. Seungri waved cheerfully as he left, apparently immune to the tense atmosphere between the other two. Youngbae turned to apologize for Jiyong's rudeness, explaining that he wasn't normally like this, really.
Perry caught his shoulder lightly, cutting him off in the middle of his apologies. “It's okay. I'm the one who should be sorry, really.”
Youngbae frowned, confused. “What? Why?”
“I just am.” He squeezed Youngbae's shoulder once before letting go and stepping back. Youngbae still looked confused, but nodded and smiled. “All right. Whatever it is, hyung, it's fine. Thanks for taking care of us. I'll see you at the studio.” He smiled again and bowed before running to catch the elevator with the other boys. Perry watched him, then headed back inside.
Slumping against the door frame, he scrubbed his face with his hand. “I'm getting too fucking old for this kind of drama.”
He sighed, and went to go finish his coffee for the day.