The Bean Pole Scheme
Title: The Bean Pole Scheme
Author: undying_desire
Pairing: Jiyong/Won Ho and Seunghyun/Jiyong
Rating: R
Genre: smut-ish
Summary: An innocent photoshoot becomes fuel for Jiyong's plans to makeup with Seunghyun.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bean Pole, G-Dragon, or TOP. Man I wish I did. Oh and Won Ho, I don't own him either. T_T
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The Bean Pole photo shoot couldn't have been any more interesting. Jiyong had expected to go in business-like as he would almost any other time. However, this shoot was much less professional than it was simply fun. And then there was Won Ho. Jiyong would be lying if he said the other didn't have a magnetic personality.
It just so happened the model was going to be the one Jiyong would play dress up with. That thought alone had the blonde's mouth watering. Fashion was his area of expertise and somehow it always had him worked up. The fact he would practically be stripping the sexy brown haired model made things all the more interesting.
"Kwon Jiyong. But I'm sure you know that," Jiyong held out his hand.
The other smiled an infectious smile and firmly shook his coworker's hand. "Won Ho. It's so exciting to meet you! I've been a fan since Heartbreaker."
Jiyong loved when others boosted his pride and he couldn't help but smirk at the idea he was dealing with a fan. "Well aren't you living a fan's dream?" He remarked as he flung an arm around Won Ho's shoulder.
The other was relaxed which had Jiyong all the more interested. This guy wasn't a rabid fan like he normally encountered. No, Won Ho seemed level-headed and more likable than most fans. Jiyong wasn't going to let this one slip from his grasp.
As the shoot progressed Jiyong's devious mind began working in overdrive. He and Seunghyun had fought before Jiyong left the villa earlier in the morning. In most relationships it would most certainly not be a good idea to play around with someone other than your lover at this point. However, this was the notoriously possessive Choi Seunghyun. The clever and quick-witted Jiyong knew the perfect way to ease all the tension from the fight using some unconventional methods.
Seunghyun would certainly see the uncut video from the Bean Pole shoot. Another smirk found its way to the corner of Jiyong's mouth as he ran his hands slowly under Won Ho's shirt and lifted the fabric over the model's head. When Seunghyun reviewed the video, Jiyong would make sure it was torture.
Looking to the camera, Jiyong flashed his perfect smile and a small wink as he flung the shirt to the side. Pulling a random garment from the rack Jiyong held it to Won Ho, leaning in close to inspect the way the shirt could fit against the model's chiseled chest. With a playful smile Jiyong tapped the front of Won Ho's plain jeans and shook his head. He then wrapped an arm around the unclothed waist of the other and led him to a rack of pastel colored pants.
Jiyong was settled in a rolling chair genuinely enjoying himself by this point. Every chance he had gotten Jiyong would touch the other and promptly look cutely (perhaps seductively) at the camera imagining his boyfriend on the other side of the lens.
However, it was when Won Ho removed his jeans, in order to put on the yellow pants Jiyong had chosen, that all thought's left the rapper's mind. That body, those thighs, he had to have. And then the chair was gone from under him and his ass was planted firmly on the ground. An incredulous look passed across his face as Won Ho stopped dressing himself and laughed lightly.
"Careful Jiyong, can't have my idol injured," the model's cool voice went straight to Jiyong's cock.
Jiyong stood and quickly reached for Won Ho's hand. The other had no time to resume the act of putting on his pants before Jiyong was dragging him to his private dressing room.
As soon as the door was closed, Won Ho was pressed against the wood with a furious force.
"You're too damn sexy for your own good. No wonder you're a model," Jiyong breathed against his fan's ear as he ran a hand down under the waistband of Won Ho's boxers and cupped his ass gingerly.
Won Ho could do nothing but moan in surprise at his idol's action. He had noticed the other's eyes on him but this went beyond all expectations.
"Ah, are you a loud one?" Jiyong's teeth grazed his toy's earlobe as he moved to suck against a tempting vein.
This elicited another deep throated moan as Won Ho tilted his neck to allow for more access.
A breathy growl left the younger model as Jiyong pulled away slightly. "We really can't have you being so loud," the rapper breathily announced as he removed his tie. "Can you be a good boy or do I have to be rough?"
"Oh god," was the only answer.
Jiyong tossed the tie aside as he slid his own shirt off his shoulders. Won Ho still stood against the door, a deer-caught-in-headlights look on his face.
"I was only joking," Jiyong purred moving back to the other and working at the buttons on a dress shirt. "I couldn't do this if I gagged you."
And then full lips collided against lips in a lust driven frenzy. Won Ho parted his allowing for Jiyong's tongue to explore the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. An unexpected curve of fingers grasped the front of the brunette's boxers and painfully squeezed his growing erection. A moan this time was silenced by Jiyong's unyielding attack on the model's mouth.
Won Ho found his entire body flush against the blonde's as his own shirt was discarded. The heavenly mouth of the singer was now sucking harshly on Won Ho's tongue. Won Ho's fingers had slipped into the blonde's hair and were now causing the styled strands to become a disheveled mess. Jiyong continued slipping the muscle in and out of his mouth causing a vibration to ripple through Won Ho's body as he simultaneously thrusted into Jiyong's hand.
The singer's fingers traced their way up Won Ho's chiseled chest until they hit a nipple. His fingernail scraped over the hardening bud before Jiyong took the liberty of pinching.
"Fuck Jiyong," Won Ho moaned out as he hooked one leg around the other's small waist.
"Wrong, I'll be the one fucking you," he grunted out as he removed his hand from the front of Won Ho's boxers and thrust forward. Their clothed members causing an almost burning pain at the action.
A knock at the dressing room's door quickly stopped all actions of the elder and had Won Ho whimpering at the loss.
"The next scene is in five minutes. Hurry it up," the director called.
Jiyong smirked at the younger and put his own shirt back on. His own erection was not nearly as evident as his model's which made him all the more happy with how things had turned out. Seunghyun would see all this. His eyes missed nothing.
"You heard him Won Ho, time to get yourself back together." Jiyong closed the door behind him as he heard a remark along the lines of "damn tease."
The rest of the filming went smoothly apart from a few questioning glances from the crew. They obviously had yet to become accustomed to Jiyong's various endeavors. A small glare from leader however had the shoot moving along. Though the filming was set back a bit as the director complained that both Won Ho and Jiyong's hair was a complete disaster and promptly called for the stylists. Won Ho struggled with his very obvious hard-on as well, but, no one commented on the matter. Jiyong only smirked.
By the time the shoot was over, Jiyong had left with Won Ho's number and proceeded back to the villa. The director had more than likely sent Seunghyun the clips already since the rapper had constantly nagged for them. Possessive is as possessive does.
"Hyunnie, I'm back," Jiyong called, perhaps a little too expectantly, as he unlocked the door to Seunghyun's villa.
It was dark inside and Jiyong thought for a moment that Seunghyun may have went to sleep instead of checking his email. Then he heard the swirl of ice clinking against glass.
"You've been busy today," the dark sultry voice had Jiyong's heart doing backflips.
"Hyunnie," he whined, "it's not my fault the shoot went longer than expected."
Jiyong could see Seunghyun's silhouette rise and come forward. He moved like a lion when he walked. Jiyong couldn't imagine the fame Seunghyun would have recieved if he put that fluid movement into his dance routine.
"Not your fault?" came a mock question. Jiyong couldn't help but drag his teeth over his lips. It was entirely his fault.
"Maybe I got a little. . . distracted," Jiyong purred back.
Then strong hands had him shoved against the door which slammed shut with an echoing boom. In the darkness, he could just barely see the fire Seunghyun's eyes. Rage was the fuel for the flames.
"Distracted?" he growled. "Did you fuck him?"
Jiyong grinned. "Imagine that, my cock slipping in and out of that virgin ass. Ah, but don't worry baby, I didn't even pull down my pants."
Seunghyun scoffed, "Like I can believe that from a slut like you."
"Hyunnie, you know I can't get off without you touching me anymore," Jiyong gave a pout and let his hand trail along Seunghyun's forearm. "I'm so hard for you, hyunnie. I want you so bad."
"If this is your plan to make me forget our fight this morning--" Seunghyun trailed off as Jiyong brought both their hands to rest against the heat of his crotch.
"It's a brilliant plan," Jiyong finished the remark before stretching forward to suck on the skin of Seunghyun's jaw.
It was the usual plan. Sometimes Jiyong regretted that their relationship was built on a purely physical plane. If he didn't offer Seunghyun his body there wouldn't even be a relationship. He was Seunghyun's toy. They were what you'd call "fuck buddies." But for Jiyong, it was the moments when they fought and the moments when Seunghyun showed his jealousy that made him believe maybe, just maybe, they could be something more.
Within minutes Jiyong was naked on the cold floor. The warmth of Seunghyun surrounded him.
It was moments like these that made him believe.
The gentle kisses to his neck as he felt Seunghyun slide into his prepped hole--a place only Seunghyun had ever been--made him believe.
The way the watched each other without batting an eyelid made him believe.
The sounds that echoed through the room made him believe.
But it was all just a moment of magic in passing. The spell would break as soon as they both hit their climax. Then the cold floor was all Jiyong had.
He had to remind himself to breathe once it was over. Breathe because Jiyong couldn't let this love kill him.
"Guess it's time for me to go," he announced with a smirk that pained him as he pulled back on his pants and shirt.
"Yeah," Seunghyun replied. "Better wash your jacket, Bean Pole probably wants it back."
Then Jiyong walked back out the door in much the same manner he entered. He was just as happy when he came as when he left. The door closed. Not even a trace of the magic remained with him.
It was unsightly how his nose began to run in the cold. He felt the tears begin to warm his cold cheeks. He could hardly believe he was mourning the loss of his fantasy. He would have it again for a brief moment. They always ended up fucking again. Again and again. But Jiyong wanted more. He wanted Seunghyun to ask him to stay. He wanted Seunghyun to hold him instead of letting the air take his place.
Jiyong was hopelessly in love.
He felt his phone vibrate. Flipping it open gave him a glimmer of hope that maybe, maybe he could have his fantasy come true with a new prince.
Jiyong-ssi, I don't know if you were just playing around . . . but I hope we can become friends at the very least. I'd rather you not play around with me if it means nothing to you. Because it kind of means something to me. . . ~WonHo
Jiyong took in a breath. He always had to remember to breathe. Maybe the magic could have a new creator.
How about we meet for coffee? ^^ ~Ji
In the villa the broken magic remained. Seunghyun sat on his reclining chair, swirling the wine in his glass. He couldn't understand why Jiyong always asked to leave. He couldn't understand why Jiyong would mess around with another guy. It broke his heart that Jiyong only wanted him for sex.
Seunghyun took a drink as he held back tears. It was moments like these that made him believe they would never be anything more.
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A/N: Inspiration comes straight from the older Bean Pole photos with Won Ho. Not going to lie, if I were Jiyong I would have totally jumped the guy too. On another note, Jiyong needs to look at Seunghyun like that more. Haha. I was planning on having this be a happy filled smut piece, but it kind of went a different way when I jumped into Jiyong's thoughts.
Author: undying_desire
Pairing: Jiyong/Won Ho and Seunghyun/Jiyong
Rating: R
Genre: smut-ish
Summary: An innocent photoshoot becomes fuel for Jiyong's plans to makeup with Seunghyun.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bean Pole, G-Dragon, or TOP. Man I wish I did. Oh and Won Ho, I don't own him either. T_T
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The Bean Pole photo shoot couldn't have been any more interesting. Jiyong had expected to go in business-like as he would almost any other time. However, this shoot was much less professional than it was simply fun. And then there was Won Ho. Jiyong would be lying if he said the other didn't have a magnetic personality.
It just so happened the model was going to be the one Jiyong would play dress up with. That thought alone had the blonde's mouth watering. Fashion was his area of expertise and somehow it always had him worked up. The fact he would practically be stripping the sexy brown haired model made things all the more interesting.
"Kwon Jiyong. But I'm sure you know that," Jiyong held out his hand.
The other smiled an infectious smile and firmly shook his coworker's hand. "Won Ho. It's so exciting to meet you! I've been a fan since Heartbreaker."
Jiyong loved when others boosted his pride and he couldn't help but smirk at the idea he was dealing with a fan. "Well aren't you living a fan's dream?" He remarked as he flung an arm around Won Ho's shoulder.
The other was relaxed which had Jiyong all the more interested. This guy wasn't a rabid fan like he normally encountered. No, Won Ho seemed level-headed and more likable than most fans. Jiyong wasn't going to let this one slip from his grasp.
As the shoot progressed Jiyong's devious mind began working in overdrive. He and Seunghyun had fought before Jiyong left the villa earlier in the morning. In most relationships it would most certainly not be a good idea to play around with someone other than your lover at this point. However, this was the notoriously possessive Choi Seunghyun. The clever and quick-witted Jiyong knew the perfect way to ease all the tension from the fight using some unconventional methods.
Seunghyun would certainly see the uncut video from the Bean Pole shoot. Another smirk found its way to the corner of Jiyong's mouth as he ran his hands slowly under Won Ho's shirt and lifted the fabric over the model's head. When Seunghyun reviewed the video, Jiyong would make sure it was torture.
Looking to the camera, Jiyong flashed his perfect smile and a small wink as he flung the shirt to the side. Pulling a random garment from the rack Jiyong held it to Won Ho, leaning in close to inspect the way the shirt could fit against the model's chiseled chest. With a playful smile Jiyong tapped the front of Won Ho's plain jeans and shook his head. He then wrapped an arm around the unclothed waist of the other and led him to a rack of pastel colored pants.
Jiyong was settled in a rolling chair genuinely enjoying himself by this point. Every chance he had gotten Jiyong would touch the other and promptly look cutely (perhaps seductively) at the camera imagining his boyfriend on the other side of the lens.
However, it was when Won Ho removed his jeans, in order to put on the yellow pants Jiyong had chosen, that all thought's left the rapper's mind. That body, those thighs, he had to have. And then the chair was gone from under him and his ass was planted firmly on the ground. An incredulous look passed across his face as Won Ho stopped dressing himself and laughed lightly.
"Careful Jiyong, can't have my idol injured," the model's cool voice went straight to Jiyong's cock.
Jiyong stood and quickly reached for Won Ho's hand. The other had no time to resume the act of putting on his pants before Jiyong was dragging him to his private dressing room.
As soon as the door was closed, Won Ho was pressed against the wood with a furious force.
"You're too damn sexy for your own good. No wonder you're a model," Jiyong breathed against his fan's ear as he ran a hand down under the waistband of Won Ho's boxers and cupped his ass gingerly.
Won Ho could do nothing but moan in surprise at his idol's action. He had noticed the other's eyes on him but this went beyond all expectations.
"Ah, are you a loud one?" Jiyong's teeth grazed his toy's earlobe as he moved to suck against a tempting vein.
This elicited another deep throated moan as Won Ho tilted his neck to allow for more access.
A breathy growl left the younger model as Jiyong pulled away slightly. "We really can't have you being so loud," the rapper breathily announced as he removed his tie. "Can you be a good boy or do I have to be rough?"
"Oh god," was the only answer.
Jiyong tossed the tie aside as he slid his own shirt off his shoulders. Won Ho still stood against the door, a deer-caught-in-headlights look on his face.
"I was only joking," Jiyong purred moving back to the other and working at the buttons on a dress shirt. "I couldn't do this if I gagged you."
And then full lips collided against lips in a lust driven frenzy. Won Ho parted his allowing for Jiyong's tongue to explore the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. An unexpected curve of fingers grasped the front of the brunette's boxers and painfully squeezed his growing erection. A moan this time was silenced by Jiyong's unyielding attack on the model's mouth.
Won Ho found his entire body flush against the blonde's as his own shirt was discarded. The heavenly mouth of the singer was now sucking harshly on Won Ho's tongue. Won Ho's fingers had slipped into the blonde's hair and were now causing the styled strands to become a disheveled mess. Jiyong continued slipping the muscle in and out of his mouth causing a vibration to ripple through Won Ho's body as he simultaneously thrusted into Jiyong's hand.
The singer's fingers traced their way up Won Ho's chiseled chest until they hit a nipple. His fingernail scraped over the hardening bud before Jiyong took the liberty of pinching.
"Fuck Jiyong," Won Ho moaned out as he hooked one leg around the other's small waist.
"Wrong, I'll be the one fucking you," he grunted out as he removed his hand from the front of Won Ho's boxers and thrust forward. Their clothed members causing an almost burning pain at the action.
A knock at the dressing room's door quickly stopped all actions of the elder and had Won Ho whimpering at the loss.
"The next scene is in five minutes. Hurry it up," the director called.
Jiyong smirked at the younger and put his own shirt back on. His own erection was not nearly as evident as his model's which made him all the more happy with how things had turned out. Seunghyun would see all this. His eyes missed nothing.
"You heard him Won Ho, time to get yourself back together." Jiyong closed the door behind him as he heard a remark along the lines of "damn tease."
The rest of the filming went smoothly apart from a few questioning glances from the crew. They obviously had yet to become accustomed to Jiyong's various endeavors. A small glare from leader however had the shoot moving along. Though the filming was set back a bit as the director complained that both Won Ho and Jiyong's hair was a complete disaster and promptly called for the stylists. Won Ho struggled with his very obvious hard-on as well, but, no one commented on the matter. Jiyong only smirked.
By the time the shoot was over, Jiyong had left with Won Ho's number and proceeded back to the villa. The director had more than likely sent Seunghyun the clips already since the rapper had constantly nagged for them. Possessive is as possessive does.
"Hyunnie, I'm back," Jiyong called, perhaps a little too expectantly, as he unlocked the door to Seunghyun's villa.
It was dark inside and Jiyong thought for a moment that Seunghyun may have went to sleep instead of checking his email. Then he heard the swirl of ice clinking against glass.
"You've been busy today," the dark sultry voice had Jiyong's heart doing backflips.
"Hyunnie," he whined, "it's not my fault the shoot went longer than expected."
Jiyong could see Seunghyun's silhouette rise and come forward. He moved like a lion when he walked. Jiyong couldn't imagine the fame Seunghyun would have recieved if he put that fluid movement into his dance routine.
"Not your fault?" came a mock question. Jiyong couldn't help but drag his teeth over his lips. It was entirely his fault.
"Maybe I got a little. . . distracted," Jiyong purred back.
Then strong hands had him shoved against the door which slammed shut with an echoing boom. In the darkness, he could just barely see the fire Seunghyun's eyes. Rage was the fuel for the flames.
"Distracted?" he growled. "Did you fuck him?"
Jiyong grinned. "Imagine that, my cock slipping in and out of that virgin ass. Ah, but don't worry baby, I didn't even pull down my pants."
Seunghyun scoffed, "Like I can believe that from a slut like you."
"Hyunnie, you know I can't get off without you touching me anymore," Jiyong gave a pout and let his hand trail along Seunghyun's forearm. "I'm so hard for you, hyunnie. I want you so bad."
"If this is your plan to make me forget our fight this morning--" Seunghyun trailed off as Jiyong brought both their hands to rest against the heat of his crotch.
"It's a brilliant plan," Jiyong finished the remark before stretching forward to suck on the skin of Seunghyun's jaw.
It was the usual plan. Sometimes Jiyong regretted that their relationship was built on a purely physical plane. If he didn't offer Seunghyun his body there wouldn't even be a relationship. He was Seunghyun's toy. They were what you'd call "fuck buddies." But for Jiyong, it was the moments when they fought and the moments when Seunghyun showed his jealousy that made him believe maybe, just maybe, they could be something more.
Within minutes Jiyong was naked on the cold floor. The warmth of Seunghyun surrounded him.
It was moments like these that made him believe.
The gentle kisses to his neck as he felt Seunghyun slide into his prepped hole--a place only Seunghyun had ever been--made him believe.
The way the watched each other without batting an eyelid made him believe.
The sounds that echoed through the room made him believe.
But it was all just a moment of magic in passing. The spell would break as soon as they both hit their climax. Then the cold floor was all Jiyong had.
He had to remind himself to breathe once it was over. Breathe because Jiyong couldn't let this love kill him.
"Guess it's time for me to go," he announced with a smirk that pained him as he pulled back on his pants and shirt.
"Yeah," Seunghyun replied. "Better wash your jacket, Bean Pole probably wants it back."
Then Jiyong walked back out the door in much the same manner he entered. He was just as happy when he came as when he left. The door closed. Not even a trace of the magic remained with him.
It was unsightly how his nose began to run in the cold. He felt the tears begin to warm his cold cheeks. He could hardly believe he was mourning the loss of his fantasy. He would have it again for a brief moment. They always ended up fucking again. Again and again. But Jiyong wanted more. He wanted Seunghyun to ask him to stay. He wanted Seunghyun to hold him instead of letting the air take his place.
Jiyong was hopelessly in love.
He felt his phone vibrate. Flipping it open gave him a glimmer of hope that maybe, maybe he could have his fantasy come true with a new prince.
Jiyong-ssi, I don't know if you were just playing around . . . but I hope we can become friends at the very least. I'd rather you not play around with me if it means nothing to you. Because it kind of means something to me. . . ~WonHo
Jiyong took in a breath. He always had to remember to breathe. Maybe the magic could have a new creator.
How about we meet for coffee? ^^ ~Ji
In the villa the broken magic remained. Seunghyun sat on his reclining chair, swirling the wine in his glass. He couldn't understand why Jiyong always asked to leave. He couldn't understand why Jiyong would mess around with another guy. It broke his heart that Jiyong only wanted him for sex.
Seunghyun took a drink as he held back tears. It was moments like these that made him believe they would never be anything more.
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A/N: Inspiration comes straight from the older Bean Pole photos with Won Ho. Not going to lie, if I were Jiyong I would have totally jumped the guy too. On another note, Jiyong needs to look at Seunghyun like that more. Haha. I was planning on having this be a happy filled smut piece, but it kind of went a different way when I jumped into Jiyong's thoughts.