Mancrush
The door slammed shut as a loud sigh sounded in the room. Kwon Jiyong also known as the famous G-Dragon arrived home after a long day in the studio. He hadn’t slept in two days and was more than ready to just disappear into his room for a while.
Jiyong briefly scanned the living room for his roommates but it was empty. “Probably at a club or something…” he muttered and dragged his tired body towards the kitchen, discarding his large sweater and hat on the way. He quickly downed half a water bottle and slumped a little against the counter, a bit relieved that nobody could see him this tired right now. The last couple of days he’d been totally spaced out so it was about time he returned to his normal energetic self. That’s why he decided to just sleep until he could get his brain functions back.
Not bothering to drink the remaining water, he put the bottle back in the fridge and went to his room. Before he pulled the doorknob he could hear sounds of something moving inside. What he saw when he entered was Seunghyun sitting in front of his computer, mindlessly looking at something. Jiyong frowned and wondered what he was doing.
“Hyung, what are you doing?”
“Hey Ji,” Seunghyun said with a quick glance before turning back to the screen. “I was just looking for a song, you know the sample we recorded last week…” he trailed off. Jiyong gave him a once over before stepping into the room. His hyung was clad in some flashy green pajamas and a t-shirt which he rarely used. His white hair almost covered his eyes as he stared intently at the screen and as usual he wore a pair of those really dorky socks.
Jiyong’s eyes trailed absentmindedly from Seunghyun’s perfect jawline towards his muscular arms which were now revealed by his t-shirt. He swallowed. So he wasn’t afraid to admit that he had a small mancrush regarding his handsome hyung. His pride wouldn’t let him admit that he definitely wouldn’t mind licking his way from that perfect jaw and down that fit chest and-
“Ji, hello?” Seunghyun waved at him and leaned back in his chair as soon as Jiyong snapped back to attention. “Stop staring and come help me look.” He groaned inwardly and trotted over to Seunghyun. Carefully trying to not get too close to Seunghyun, who refused to move from his spot right in front of the screen, Jiyong quickly found the song and copied it on Seunghyun’s iPod.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He grinned smugly and walked over to his large closet. He figured he should change into something comfortable as well. Jiyong silently started changing, forgetting about his hyung who still sat by the computer. He frowned when he couldn’t find the hoodie he wanted to sleep in, and ended up searching his room wearing pants only. In the end he gave up looking and went into the bathroom to wash up.
Seunghyun who was still scrolling through some web pages, didn’t budge. Not that Jiyong minded, he was perfectly welcome. He walked out of the bathroom with a yawn and stretched his body, carefully cracking his neck and shoulders a bit. He blinked sleepily and looked at Seunghyun.
“Really Ji, aren’t you going to at least wear a shirt?” The older man raised an eyebrow and stared back. Jiyong’s cheeks reddened slightly and he pouted. “I can’t find the one I wanted…” he mumbled but quickly retaliated. “Aren’t you going to sleep soon, hyung?”
At this Seunghyun stood up and stretched as well, revealing some of his taut stomach. Jiyong visibly swallowed at this before quickly regretting it. He tried escaping by saying he was thirsty.
“I gotta get some water,” he stumbled a bit. “Be right back.” He walked quickly trying to think of other not so arousing things on the way. It seemed to help as he came back to the room and put his water bottle on a table. However it didn’t last for long as he saw Seunghyun spread out on his bed with his eyes closed.
“Hyuuung…” He whined and crawled on top of the bed to shake him awake.
“I’m not sleeping yet” Seunghyun’s deep voice startled him a bit, stopping him in his tracks and he sat down with his legs crossed. “And you still have no shirt on.”
“Well duh, I said I was going to get water not go outside or anything.” Jiyong looked down at him.
“I’m bored…” The older man said, sounding like a kid. Sometimes Seunghyun was just like a kid really. This made Jiyong sigh out loud and absentmindedly he started picking at some feathers that had emerged from his pillow. This was going to be a long night, he predicted. Obviously he would not be able to sleep when his mancrush was in the same room, even in the same bed. Maybe mancrush wasn’t the right word for it after all, he scrunched his face unconsciously.
“What the hell are you thinking about?” Seunghyun startled him out of his thoughts yet again. His eyes focused on his own and Jiyong resisted squirming. He had to stop letting himself get carried away with his thoughts.
“You.” He answered with irony coating his voice and avoided Seunghyun’s hand which was trying to hit him. He laughed and fell backwards. The pillow had never felt any better.
“Bastard,” Seunghyun laughed and hit him on the shoulder after all. “If you were thinking about me, your face would be all dreamy.” Jiyong raised an eyebrow at this and turned so he was lying on his side facing Seunghyun who was still staring at the roof.
“Fuck you, my face would be all twisted!” He inched closer so he could show Seunghyun how his face would look, and both of them ended up laughing so hard he had to rest his head on the older man’s chest. After a few minutes after their laughter slowly died, Jiyong was sprawled on top of his hyung after trying to make him laugh even harder.
Finally he lifted his head and looked at Seunghyun. Strangely enough, he was staring at him and Jiyong flushed. Embarrassed, he flailed a little while trying to get off of the older man. He didn’t get very far before Seunghyun grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. As he wondered what the hell was happening, his heart was pounding in his chest. Hard.
He didn’t say anything as he was being pulled closer to his hyung. Neither of them did, and before Jiyong was able to clear his mind, his lips were on Seunghyun’s. It was just a small peck since Jiyong couldn’t get rid of his nervousness completely and after what seemed like an eternity he pulled back. With huge eyes he looked at the older man’s face and blushed crimson red before he stuttered.
“I-I just, uh, I need to-” He wasn’t able to finish and just looked down on the sheets in shame. Why the hell did he kiss Seunghyun? Was he gay now? Did he really like the guy? This childish bastard?
“Jiyong, look at me.” Jiyong just covered his face with a hand when he heard Seunghyun’s voice. He shook his head and trashed a bit as he usually did when he was frustrated. “Oh god, I did not just…. WHY?” he kept yelling to himself and in the end silently calmed himself, ending up just staring at the sheets again. He quickly blinked when he saw a hand stretching towards him. Suddenly his chin was grabbed and Seunghyun pulled him into another kiss. This surprised Jiyong and he tried pulling away but he was held firmly in place.
“Mmff-” he still tried fighting a little and pushed at Seunghyun’s shoulder with his free hand. However that was a lost case since the older man’s strength was clearly superior to Jiyong’s. He still tried wriggling his head free but as Seunghyun let up a second for air, Jiyong gasped and not long after Seunghyun thrust his tongue into his mouth. The sensation was strange, doing it with a guy. Not that he was complaining, but he wanted an explanation to all of…this. Seunghyun explored his mouth with his tongue and both of them fought a little for dominance, but at the feel of the older man’s tongue sliding against his own, Jiyong gave up willingly. He was still trying to push Seunghyun away but could feel his strength fading slowly and not long after he ended up clutching his shirt instead. Seunghyun held Jiyong’s neck firmly and it was as if he was trying to kiss the life out of him. Jiyong lost his will to fight completely and was like jelly in Seunghyun’s arms, releasing small, soft moans. His brain shut down and his body was welcoming Seunghyun completely.
They let up after what seemed like an eternity. Jiyong wasn’t quite sure about how he ended up in Seunghyun’s lap, his legs circling his waist. Both of them panted hard and breathed each other’s air. Jiyong slumped a little and rested his chin on the other man’s shoulder. They kept quiet for a few minutes before Seunghyun broke the silence.
“If you keep breathing on my neck like that, I don’t know what I might do to you.” He stated and Jiyong quickly pulled back and stared at him with a shocked face. Suddenly his brain started working again.
“Y-you, what did you just do?!” He clutched his shoulders, but never moved away from his lap. “You can’t just make out with me for fun!” Fuck. Jiyong watched his eyes darken and waited for an answer.
“I like you, Ji.”
Jiyong blinked and felt butterflies in his stomach. Seunghyun continued.
“I really like you, but I know saying this is strange and you’re probably not gay but when you kissed me I couldn’t help it.” The older man fiddled a bit. “Even though it was just for fun, I had to tell you my feelings.” Jiyong kept quiet after this, just staring at him when his mind went blank.
Suddenly he burst into laughter. Unable to contain himself he supported himself on the very rigid Seunghyun as he laughed.
“Shit, okay great, I think I like you too,” It wasn’t a perfect confession but hopefully he got his feelings through. His laughter died down but his dorky grin still remained pressed to his shoulder. Seunghyun went from shocked to happy in two seconds and embraced Jiyong, keeping him as close as possible. Slowly Jiyong shifted so he was awkwardly hugging him as well.
“I confess… I was really thinking about hyung earlier.” He muttered into his shoulder. “How I wouldn’t be able to sleep if you were here… in the same room, on the same bed…” Jiyong blushed a brilliant shade of red and pressed himself harder into Seunghyun’s shoulder. He could hear Seunghyun’s laugh and felt even more embarrassed. Then suddenly Seunghyun shifted and pushed him back so he would face him again. The older man’s arms were circled around his waist and his own were around his shoulders. He boldly dived in for another kiss which Seunghyun gladly accepted. The older man’s attention however slowly shifted from his mouth to his cheek and ear.
“I won’t let you sleep yet, even though you are tired,” he breathed into Jiyong’s ear. The warm air on Jiyong’s cool skin made him shudder and whimper a bit. “I’m glad no one else will be coming home early tonight.” Jiyong thought he was going to melt when he started kissing and sucking on his neck slowly. He breathed heavily and when Seunghyun found that perfect spot behind his ear, he moaned and tightened his grip on his shoulder as if silently begging for more. Unconsciously he craned his neck to give him more access. Seunghyun sucked, bit down carefully and then blew on the red skin again. Jiyong wanted to be careful of receiving a hickey but couldn’t find it in himself to really care.
“Hyung… hyunnie,” he moaned at the loss when the other man pulled back. Jiyong quickly captured his lips and started another battle with their tongues, leaving both of them panting and hard with arousal. He wanted to remove Seunghyun’s shirt quickly even though he knew how self - conscious he knew the other man was about his body. He tried tugging at the hem but was interrupted.
“I swear Ji, you calling me hyung now is…” he didn’t even finish before he started nipping at his collarbone and travelling further down his chest, his hands massaging and roaming all over Jiyong’s upper body. He was lost in the sensation of those large hands and cried out when Seunghyun attacked his nipples with his mouth. Jiyong shuddered and could only hold on to the other man as he was relentlessly attacked. When his mouth was occupied with one nipple, the other was occasionally flicking the other making Jiyong go crazy while shuddering and letting out loud moans. When Seunghyun finally stopped, Jiyong’s whimpering was replaced with a sly grin.
“You like me calling you hyung now, don’t you?” he emphasized with a roll of his hips and earned a groan from the other man. “I bet that’s what got you off before. I bet you’ve fantasized about fucking me senseless as I scream your name.” Jiyong licked his lips. This was not his first time with a man, but he felt bolder since this was his Seunghyun after all. He licked his lips and nibbled on his lower lip as he watched Seunghyun observing his every move.
He was caught off guard and gasped when Seunghyun suddenly palmed his aching member through his pants.
“Aaahn, hyunniee,” he thrust slightly into his palm, not being able to control himself. He’d been hard for so long it almost hurt now. He could feel his hand pass the waistband of his pants almost teasingly and grabbing his member. Jiyong would feel embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good. As Seunghyun slowly started stroking and teasing him inside his boxers, Jiyong was reduced to whimpering and moaning yet again.
“Fuck Ji, you’re so hot like this,” Jiyong heard him pant and could feel his arousal bumping his thigh. Wanting Seunghyun to feel good as well he started palming him on the outside of his pajamas. Jiyong noted to himself that he was actually kind of big and anticipated it for later. As if in reward, the older man started stroking faster and Jiyong’s movements stuttered. This was embarrassing; he was going to come in his pants. Seunghyun held his hips at the same time since Jiyong couldn’t refrain from thrusting when he was so close to his climax. Seunghyun stroked him fast and teased his slit, smearing precome over his whole member and when Jiyong thought he was going to pass out from the pressure, he came hard without any warning, coating Seunghyun’s hand and his pants. He only saw white for a little while and panted hard as Seunghyun slowly helped him off his lap and down on the mattress.
After a while Jiyong finally came to, and grinned at Seunghyun who returned the smug grin. “Hey,” he smiled lazily and pulled him down for a kiss. Honestly Jiyong was so tired, he thought he might fall asleep right there but he wouldn’t mind going another round with the still neglected Seunghyun.
“Ji, I don’t know how I’ve been able to keep my hands away from you for so long,” he laughed at this while sitting up straight again. He would need some recovery time before he could come again after all. “And how will I be able to not touch you all the time now…” Seunghyun trailed off and drew small patterns with his fingers on his chest. That made Jiyong’s stomach flutter a little and he leaned forward.
“That’s easy, you don’t. Because I won’t be able to keep off of you either.”
Deciding to continue his ministrations from earlier he managed to get Seunghyun to discard his shirt while palming his member again. Jiyong leaned in close and breathed in his ear.
“Fuck me hyung.”