Paying Extra [10/13]
Title: Paying Extra [10/13]
Author: undying_desire
Pairing: GTOP Seunghyun/Jiyong
Rating: Overall NC-17
Genre: romance, angst, action
Summary: G-Dragon puts on a smile on stage, but inside Jiyong is falling apart. His quest to find himself leads to the number of a male prostitute. Soon, Jiyong can't get the man out of his mind and slowly they begin to bind their fates together. However, Jiyong's search for happiness may come at a great price.
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Bang, YG, or any other characters mentioned in this fic. Could you imagine the things I'd do if I did?
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News about the warehouse fire got around pretty quickly. That's all it was to the public though. An accidental fire caused by faulty wiring and a leaking gas tank.
Jiyong and Seunghyun went to the hospital after their symptoms worsened but are now recovering in their dorms.
"I still can't believe what happened," Jiyong said in awe as he curled into Seunghyun's side ready for sleep. "Are you ever going to tell me exactly what was going on?"
"Jiyong, you really need to stop asking that," Seunghyun brought his hand up to thread into Jiyong's hair.
"Mm," he nearly purred at the touch. "I thought I was going to lose you."
"I'm going to stick around until you don't want me anymore."
"Seunghyun?" Jiyong whispered low into his ear.
"Yeah, Ji?"
"I want you."
That was all it took for Seunghyun to push Jiyong onto his back and straddle his waist. Jiyong pulled him down and closed his eyes as he made their lips meet for a brief moment.
Their hearts were pounding. Seunghyun had never been this close to anyone for more than business. Jiyong had never been dominated before and he certainly had never been with a man. Big Bang could be destroyed over this one day. Their lives could fall apart because of this. But as they looked into each other's eyes, all that mattered was them.
The feel of Seunghyun's thighs against Jiyong's hips. The feel of Seunghyun's hand in his hair. The feel of their fingers intertwined above his head. The way their breathing was suddenly ragged. The way warmth surged through their bodies. The way their lips met again. This time slow but not at all careful. It was carefree.
Seunghyun played with Jiyong's pouty bottom lip. Those lips always reminded him of apples with how red they were. The taste was infinitely more sensual. An aphrodisiac. That was Jiyong's entire being to Seunghyun.
A slight whine from the younger echoed in the room as Seunghyun nibbled on his lip. Then as a tongue licked along the flesh, Jiyong could do nothing but open his mouth.
He loved it. The feeling of not being in control. The thought that what they had was wrong for so many reasons but that didn't matter as much as they did to each other. For once in his life, Jiyong wasn't driving on a straight road. He was taking the backseat along a twisted, bumpy path and, yes, he loved it.
A moan slipped from his lips as Seunghyun's tongue danced with his. Their combined taste was still just as intoxicating as when they first shared a kiss.
Jiyong felt the hand that was in his hair float down his side and rest at the base of his shirt. Seunghyun was in the lead but he was letting Jiyong make the calls. Jiyong had never felt a moment like this shared so perfectly.
They broke apart for air that entered in shallow breaths. Jiyong let his hand fall from Seunghyun's shirt to his own. In one swift movement the fabric was over his head and on the floor. He couldn't help but blush as dark eyes scanned over his milky white chest and stomach.
"You're so perfect," Seunghyun breathed out as he trailed his hand back up Jiyong's side.
As a thumb ghosted over his nipple, Jiyong's breath hitched and a devilish smirk formed on Seunghyun's lips. A light flick had Jiyong raising his hips slightly and their clothed erections met for just a second. A second was all it took for a million thoughts to flood through Jiyong's mind. That feeling, when their hard members were millimeters away, was exactly what he had been missing with every woman he had been with. He needed to feel how he affected his lover.
His hands were at Seunghyun's waist pulling down his sweats before his own hips made it back down to the bed. The T-shirt was pulled off by Seunghyun seconds later. Then it was Jiyong's turn to roam over the slightly tanned flesh. White scars marred Seunghyun's skin so much that he almost seemed to be made of marble. Jiyong let his hands trace the old wounds. How many stories could be told by each mark?
"Not so pretty am I?" Jiyong looked up to see Seunghyun blushing.
Jiyong shook his head and continued to marvel at the sculpted body above him, "You're like a work of art."
Lips were crashing onto his again and this time Seunghyun's hips slowly rocked to make their thinly clothed erections meet on a steady rhythm. The friction made Jiyong bite down on his lip to keep a loud moan from escaping. The metallic taste alerted Jiyong to the fact he had caused the gash on his lip to reopen. Then a tongue was lapping at the wound.
"Stop holding it back. I want to hear you," that deep velvety voice whispered into his ear.
"God, Seunghyun. Fuck," Jiyong groaned out.
"I like that," Seunghyun licked along the blonde's earlobe.
A shudder ran down Jiyong's spine as he began to move along with Seunghyun's rhythm. Each sliding of fabric had him becoming impossibly hard. They were both beginning to sweat. The sheen made Seunghyun look even more like a stone sculpture. Godly in fact. The muscles in his arms flexed with each roll forward. His abs seemed to move like waves. And god, Jiyong could almost see Seunghyun's cock through his thin underwear.
Just the thought of seeing Seunghyun completely naked had another moan slipping out.
"Shit you've got to...get me out of these...these pants before...I come in them like a schoolboy."
Seunghyun immediately obliged and sat up to hook his thumbs under the waistband of both Jiyong's sweats and underwear. Jiyong lifted his hips just enough for the clothes to be pulled away. Then he was completely naked under Seunghyun. He felt small and fragile but the warm look he received let him know he wouldn't be broken.
Still, he'd never felt as shy as he did when Seunghyun lowered his head down to kiss the dripping tip of his cock. His whole body felt flushed but he couldn't say if that was because of how turned on he was or how embarrassed.
Jiyong closed his eyes when Seunghyun's tongue ran over his slit. The noises he made were animalistic. Then, that tongue licked along his shaft until it came to his balls. He felt a kiss go to each one and then it stopped.
After a few seconds, Jiyong opened his eyes to be met with Seunghyun's dark orbs hovering right over him. Their breathing was erratic and their cocks were resting against one another, but neither of them moved. Jiyong knew his own eyes were questioning.
"Ji, how far do you want to go?"
God if Jiyong's heart could beat any faster he was certain it would bust. How far? He didn't even know what he wanted.
"Ji, I can't control myself if you let me go much further," Seunghyun said in all honesty.
It was terrifying to Jiyong. The thought of what this could mean. One month. That's all the longer he had known Seunghyun. Then again, he would meet a girl one night and fuck her right then. Somehow those nights seemed hardly as important as this one.
Taking Jiyong's silence to be a bad thing, Seunghyun began to move off of him, "We can stop right--"
He was cut short as Jiyong pulled him back down and kissed with a fiery passion. When they broke apart their foreheads rested together.
"Seunghyun...don't stop."
They kissed again quickly and then Seunghyun began to remove his underwear. Jiyong could hardly breathe as he saw the red tip against Seunghyun's stomach twitch. His own cock seemed to mimic the movement.
Once the last article of clothing was gone, Seunghyun slithered back on top of Jiyong. Between them, Jiyong could feel their members meet. Nothing but naked skin now. He rocked up experimentally.
"Oh, fuck," he grit out feeling both of their heats and just how hard he was making Seunghyun.
Again, Jiyong moved. Harder the next.
He could tell Seunghyun was restraining himself. His eyes were shut and teeth clenched. His knuckles were nearly white from gripping the sheets on either side of Jiyong's head.
"TOP, I swear to god if you don't touch me I will take over."
Seunghyun's eyes opened. Dark, lust-filled, and boring into Jiyong's very soul. The way Seunghyun then licked his lips made Jiyong shift uneasily. He felt like he was about to be devoured.
Then Seunghyun moved his hand to splay on Jiyong's chest. In a zigzag motion, he trailed down to Jiyong's stomach. With one finger, he circled the navel there. Then, oh god then, Seunghyun wrapped that hand around Jiyong's length.
A gasp turned into a groan when Seunghyun moved his hand up and then down. It was a slow almost lazy rhythm but it had Jiyong thrashing on the bed. He prayed the other members were sound asleep.
Seunghyun had moved lower, licking around Jiyong's tip again as he continued his ministrations. And Jiyong watched. Watched as that tongue drew out beads of cum and a string of saliva connected from lips to cock. Seunghyun's face looked positively content.
Seunghyun then opened the nightstand's drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. The snap of the cap had Jiyong's mouth running dry.
He knew how this went but it seemed highly unpleasant to him. He could hardly get passed the fact that he had given Seunghyun the reigns.
Seunghyun seemed to notice Jiyong's hesitant expression. He moved up along the small body trailing kisses as he went. He lightly cupped Jiyong's flushed cheek and kissed his forehead. It was such a loving expression Jiyong hardly knew what to make of it.
"I'll make you feel good, I promise."
His legs were lifted up and placed at Seunghyun's waist.
Then Jiyong felt the pushing of a wet finger at his hole. He was uncertain about the promise as the finger intruded further in. As the finger pulled out and then a second joined it, Jiyong wasn't sure this was a good idea anymore.
"Seunghyun?" he questioned as a third finger stretched him and caused tears to prickle at the corners of his eyes.
"Shh, you're doing good Ji. God you’re beautiful," Seunghyun's voice was rough but caring. And Jiyong was beautiful with the red tint to his cheeks and his blonde hair caked to his forehead with sweat. His hole stretching around Seunghyun's fingers for the first time and how his furrowed brow tried to hide the pain. "You'll feel good soon. I want it to be as easy as it can be."
Jiyong gave a nod and dug his nails into his palm to keep the tears from falling. The fingers slid in and out stretching him more if it was at all possible. They curled at times, rubbing against his walls. He felt like a virgin with how new this experience was. Could he be called a virgin-
"Holy shit," Jiyong gasped as his body tensed suddenly.
"Found you," Seunghyun smirked and kissed at Jiyong's jawline.
The fingers curled again, hitting that same spot and Jiyong completely forgot about the pain. He threw his head back and felt his hips rise up involuntarily. Moans filled the room and Jiyong was beyond caring if anyone heard.
He was a needy mess with a pool of pre-cum at his stomach by the time the fingers pulled out. Jiyong whined, wanting to continue when he heard the ripping of plastic. That sound he knew.
"Wait," Jiyong breathily said while trying to regain his thoughts. It was Seunghyun who gave the questioning look this time. "I want to touch you first," he blushed deeply then.
Seunghyun nodded and took Jiyong's hand by the wrist. He guided Jiyong's fingers to his erect member and hummed lowly when Jiyong experimentally brushed his thumb over the tip.
"It's so...big."
"You should try American someday," Seunghyun joked but nearly choked on his breath when Jiyong brought the white liquid he had gathered on his thumb to his lips.
This time it was Seunghyun's turn to be surprised by the look of want in Jiyong's eyes.
"I'm not going to try anyone but you. I want you to fuck me."
Seconds later, plastic was discarded and the condom was rolled over Seunghyun's member. Another squeeze of lube coated the rubber.
When Jiyong expected Seunghyun to enter him, instead he was greeted with a whisper by his ear.
A low sensual whisper. "Are you afraid?"
"No," he breathed out in an instant.
"Then I'm not going to fuck you, Kwon Jiyong," Seunghyun paused and positioned his tip at Jiyong's prepped hole. "I'm going to make love to you."
Jiyong was thrown into uncharted waters once again with those words. This night, it did mean more than anything he had done with anyone before. But he was okay with that. He wasn't afraid. So Jiyong kissed his boyfriend, his lover, and tasted the mix of their being.
"Hold onto me, Jiyong. This is just you and me."
Jiyong nodded. He placed his hands over Seunghyun's broad shoulders and crossed his legs around his lover's waist.
Then the first push sent the tip of Seunghyun's cock sliding into Jiyong. Jiyong dug his nails into Seunghyun’s back trying to hold on tighter. The burning sensation subsided as he distracted himself by listening to Seunghyun's groans and watching as the man above him was still holding back for his sake.
Each time Seunghyun pulled out only to slip a little further back in, the more Jiyong was certain this was everything he had been missing. That feeling of being whole was finally there. God, he was in love with this man.
"How you holding up, Ji?" Seunghyun all but groaned out.
Jiyong didn't think he was capable of anything other than a whine so he simply pushed down a little more on Seunghyun's length.
"Beautiful." He repeated.
Then the rhythm began. A steady rocking of hips and slur of grunts, moans, and 'more's. They didn't break eye contact but only when they couldn't hold back a sloppy kiss. It was a shared breathing and a shared experience.
Yes, Jiyong finally felt complete.
Seunghyun's hand went back to Jiyong's cock to match the pace set by their thrusts. The sensations Jiyong was feeling could hardly be put to words. Again and again he could feel Seunghyun moving above him, in him. Again and again Seunghyun was hitting that place inside him that caused all thoughts to escape his mind.
Then, it hit him like a train. All of his muscles pulled taunt. He could feel his back leave the bed. His balls drew up and he was coming between their hot bodies with an open mouth screaming his lover's name to the world.
As Jiyong tightened around him, Seunghyun felt his own orgasm drawing ever closer. He continued watching Jiyong's ethereal face as he milked the younger of his seed. Two more thrusts was all it took for Seunghyun to reach his own high.
"Ji," he managed to shout.
They both had come down from their high but remained wrapped in each other. A discarded condom was now in the trash. Jiyong was idly drawing circles on Seunghyun's chest. Seunghyun remained distracted by the feeling of Jiyong's soft hair and smooth thighs.
They had turned the light off but neither wanted to sleep.
Though the silence was comfortable, Jiyong couldn't help but let his thoughts break it.
"Thank you. For helping me find myself."
"Thank you for finding me," Seunghyun kissed his cheek.
Sleep began to creep on them. Seunghyun's eyes were drifting closed. He wanted to keep watching Jiyong but the events of the day had worn them.
"I love you," Jiyong whispered but Seunghyun's breathing had evened and he had drifted peacefully to sleep by then.
Jiyong smiled and cuddled into his lover's warmth, letting sleep take him over as well.
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A/N: Yay, a chapter I'm extremely happy with. We finally got Jiyong and Seunghyun in bed for more than sleeping. This is also the first time I've written GTOP smut. How'd it go? Hopefully as well as it sounded in my head. *Cough* Any constructive criticism would be awesome since I'm still learning. ^^