Xmas fic post
Blinding lights and flashing rays…
Reflected and traced over the back of his suit when he steps in, cool-guy sunglasses in the dark and too-expensive shoes and all. Wishing through the gyrating hips and pummeling figures on the dance floor, past the unnecessary grinding and shoving as strangers’ sex right there and then, sweat dripping and falling off heated skin and heavy breathing immediately rising the temperature in the room. He shoves and pushes past the grinding and ass-grabbing, dry humping and sex-with-clothes-on, when he finds salvation at the stool of a bar where no one usually goes, orders a dry martini - shaken, not stirred - and just lives with it.
He hates moments like these, when Chaerin’s aunt Martha visits and she’s sets into a hormonal rage of fury flashes and emotional breakdowns, that’s when the routine of monthly visits to the club started coming up when alcohol’s really the only thing that’ll help. At least he doesn’t have to sleep next to a raging pit of progesterone for tonight.
He nearly tips over the bar, teeth knocking against the transparency of his martini glass when someone just literally bumps into him, blonde hair messy and everywhere and shirt untucked and feet a little too clumsy for his liking.
“Watch where you’re going,” he warns with weary eyes, hoping to at least scare the shit out of this kid and praying he isn’t some rich millionaire with an inferiority complex.
“Why don’t you watch where I’m going?” the blonde retorts back - all smiles in a teasing sort of manner and there was just no way that bucktooth was legal.
“What’re you, in middle school or something?”
“Could be, if that’s your thing.”
He’s a daring little fuck, Seunghyun admits, and that mouth of his could be put to better use.
It’s then he wraps an arm round the younger’s waist, draws him closer to get a better view of that adolescent face of his.
“Why don’t you show me then?”
It’s teasing the way he moans into the touch, his body curling forward as he twists his neck to the side, revealing more creamy white skin that Seunghyun’s so eager to taste, takes the initiative and mouths at it instead.
“Wait…”
It’s as abrupt as ever and Seunghyun doesn’t bother to listen, doesn’t bother to pull away either until the kid literally shoves him - although skinny arms don’t do much effect on shoving - and pushes him away.
:”Just…gimme a sec.”
Seunghyun’s eyes wander off and trail to the bobbing blonde moving away from him, turns a little to flash him a smile before he disappears into the gyrating hips and sea of alcohol and too-drunk middle aged men in need of some action.
And he’s suddenly wondering why he’s playing the obedient schoolboy role and staying where he’s seated - deciding it’s better to let the kid make up his mind whether he wants to get fucked silly in case he decides to file for statutory rape later on.
---
“That didn’t take long.”
Jiyong smoothes out his hair and angles his face for the millionth time in front of the mirror, eyeing his distinctive mole that he swears he should get removed, dark kohl-rimed eyes peeping underneath blonde locks stray across his face as he turns his attention to his dongsaeng appearing from the bathroom door.
“Had to make it quick. The wig’s really bothering me.” Seungri pulls out the blonde locks of mess from his head, runs fingers through his short-cut neat black hair.
“How is he?”
“Tall, dark and handsome. Just the way you like it.”
“Fantastic.”
---
Seunghyun unwillingly gasps when his back meets the hard, brick wall - subdued by the pile of warmth pressed up against him, and hands roam free as instinct takes over and he no longer has control of what he’s doing.
Hips grind, lips lock, and clothes fall to the ground, when he finally pulls away to get a good look.
He looks different from before, Seunghyun shrugging the thought off immediately, runs fingers through bleached locks, takes a fistful as he pulls his head back, exposing a trail of cream white flesh.
Then a hand dips down, unbuckles his belt and starts moving against the lump of his boxers.
“Fuck…”
He lets loose and attacks the shorter’s neck, bites and licks and nips and leaves one heck of a hickey behind. Then he turns the tables and switches things up, pins the blonde against the wall, hands held above his head.
“What’s your name, kid?”
The hot little whimper escaping his lips makes Seunghyun do thing he never even knew he could, traps a knee between the younger’s legs and moves - grinds and bucks till he has the younger moaning under his touch, right into the palm of his hand.
“Jiyong…” the blonde breathes out, moans when the knee pushes higher, harder.
And they make out under the florescent light, with groping hands and pushing knees and grinding crotches and everything just fits so perfectly.
Then Jiyong rakes fingernails down Seunghyun’s back and he thrusts harder - faster as the grip round his waist grows tighter, and Jiyong’s pinned to the wall with Seunghyun on his cock and up his ass and he cant fucking breathe anymore.
A bite to the neck and a sharp tug of his wrist of Jiyong comes in thin, messy ropes on Seunghyun’s hand, Seunghyun following thereafter, spilling his load inside the younger.
And everything’s so perfect and magical and they fall asleep as they fall to the ground, hands linked and bodies pressed together, basking in the aftermath of sex.
---
Seunghyun looks like a total angel in bed, with the sheets pulled up and his head buried into the pillow, the dim lighting illuminating his sharp features even more than necessary and the sound of his serene breathing music to Jiyong’s ears.
He moves an ear to his heart, listens to his steady heartbeat that helps him fall asleep.
Then a hand grips against his forearm, replaced with butterfly kisses and Seunghyun runs the pad of his thumb against inked words sprawled across his inner-arms.
“What does it mean?” he murmurs, still half asleep and dosed up that Jiyong’s not even sure he cares.
“Vita dolce…the sweet life.”
---
When he’s sure Seunghyun’s deep in sleep, Jiyong rummages through pants strewn across the floor, digs for the other’s wallet and fishes out a few hundred dollar bills, leaving a fifty for the cab ride home. He throws an apologetic look at the sleeping figure across the room, shakes all remorse out because he’s just doing his job.
Jiyong glances back a few times before heading out the door, holds his breath when Seunghyun shifts in his sleep, mutters an apology before closing the door shut.
Jiyong never sleeps in, not when there’s a job to be done and money to be earned, despite how sweet or good-looking or totally hunkalicious any of them are.
---
“What’s the tally?” Seungri denotes, head hidden behind a sprawled open newspaper and feet up on the coffee table.
“Thousand five, seven-fifty each,” then Jiyong throws a roll of bills towards Seungri.
“How was it?” Seungri asks as he counts paper thin notes in his hand.
And Jiyong shrugs, mutters something and pulls off his clothes to take a shower.
Because that’s how it always is. Seungri’s too chickenshit to ever sleep with anyone for money and Jiyong doesn’t have the charm to get people into bed with him.
edited and reposted because I can
Reflected and traced over the back of his suit when he steps in, cool-guy sunglasses in the dark and too-expensive shoes and all. Wishing through the gyrating hips and pummeling figures on the dance floor, past the unnecessary grinding and shoving as strangers’ sex right there and then, sweat dripping and falling off heated skin and heavy breathing immediately rising the temperature in the room. He shoves and pushes past the grinding and ass-grabbing, dry humping and sex-with-clothes-on, when he finds salvation at the stool of a bar where no one usually goes, orders a dry martini - shaken, not stirred - and just lives with it.
He hates moments like these, when Chaerin’s aunt Martha visits and she’s sets into a hormonal rage of fury flashes and emotional breakdowns, that’s when the routine of monthly visits to the club started coming up when alcohol’s really the only thing that’ll help. At least he doesn’t have to sleep next to a raging pit of progesterone for tonight.
He nearly tips over the bar, teeth knocking against the transparency of his martini glass when someone just literally bumps into him, blonde hair messy and everywhere and shirt untucked and feet a little too clumsy for his liking.
“Watch where you’re going,” he warns with weary eyes, hoping to at least scare the shit out of this kid and praying he isn’t some rich millionaire with an inferiority complex.
“Why don’t you watch where I’m going?” the blonde retorts back - all smiles in a teasing sort of manner and there was just no way that bucktooth was legal.
“What’re you, in middle school or something?”
“Could be, if that’s your thing.”
He’s a daring little fuck, Seunghyun admits, and that mouth of his could be put to better use.
It’s then he wraps an arm round the younger’s waist, draws him closer to get a better view of that adolescent face of his.
“Why don’t you show me then?”
It’s teasing the way he moans into the touch, his body curling forward as he twists his neck to the side, revealing more creamy white skin that Seunghyun’s so eager to taste, takes the initiative and mouths at it instead.
“Wait…”
It’s as abrupt as ever and Seunghyun doesn’t bother to listen, doesn’t bother to pull away either until the kid literally shoves him - although skinny arms don’t do much effect on shoving - and pushes him away.
:”Just…gimme a sec.”
Seunghyun’s eyes wander off and trail to the bobbing blonde moving away from him, turns a little to flash him a smile before he disappears into the gyrating hips and sea of alcohol and too-drunk middle aged men in need of some action.
And he’s suddenly wondering why he’s playing the obedient schoolboy role and staying where he’s seated - deciding it’s better to let the kid make up his mind whether he wants to get fucked silly in case he decides to file for statutory rape later on.
---
“That didn’t take long.”
Jiyong smoothes out his hair and angles his face for the millionth time in front of the mirror, eyeing his distinctive mole that he swears he should get removed, dark kohl-rimed eyes peeping underneath blonde locks stray across his face as he turns his attention to his dongsaeng appearing from the bathroom door.
“Had to make it quick. The wig’s really bothering me.” Seungri pulls out the blonde locks of mess from his head, runs fingers through his short-cut neat black hair.
“How is he?”
“Tall, dark and handsome. Just the way you like it.”
“Fantastic.”
---
Seunghyun unwillingly gasps when his back meets the hard, brick wall - subdued by the pile of warmth pressed up against him, and hands roam free as instinct takes over and he no longer has control of what he’s doing.
Hips grind, lips lock, and clothes fall to the ground, when he finally pulls away to get a good look.
He looks different from before, Seunghyun shrugging the thought off immediately, runs fingers through bleached locks, takes a fistful as he pulls his head back, exposing a trail of cream white flesh.
Then a hand dips down, unbuckles his belt and starts moving against the lump of his boxers.
“Fuck…”
He lets loose and attacks the shorter’s neck, bites and licks and nips and leaves one heck of a hickey behind. Then he turns the tables and switches things up, pins the blonde against the wall, hands held above his head.
“What’s your name, kid?”
The hot little whimper escaping his lips makes Seunghyun do thing he never even knew he could, traps a knee between the younger’s legs and moves - grinds and bucks till he has the younger moaning under his touch, right into the palm of his hand.
“Jiyong…” the blonde breathes out, moans when the knee pushes higher, harder.
And they make out under the florescent light, with groping hands and pushing knees and grinding crotches and everything just fits so perfectly.
Then Jiyong rakes fingernails down Seunghyun’s back and he thrusts harder - faster as the grip round his waist grows tighter, and Jiyong’s pinned to the wall with Seunghyun on his cock and up his ass and he cant fucking breathe anymore.
A bite to the neck and a sharp tug of his wrist of Jiyong comes in thin, messy ropes on Seunghyun’s hand, Seunghyun following thereafter, spilling his load inside the younger.
And everything’s so perfect and magical and they fall asleep as they fall to the ground, hands linked and bodies pressed together, basking in the aftermath of sex.
---
Seunghyun looks like a total angel in bed, with the sheets pulled up and his head buried into the pillow, the dim lighting illuminating his sharp features even more than necessary and the sound of his serene breathing music to Jiyong’s ears.
He moves an ear to his heart, listens to his steady heartbeat that helps him fall asleep.
Then a hand grips against his forearm, replaced with butterfly kisses and Seunghyun runs the pad of his thumb against inked words sprawled across his inner-arms.
“What does it mean?” he murmurs, still half asleep and dosed up that Jiyong’s not even sure he cares.
“Vita dolce…the sweet life.”
---
When he’s sure Seunghyun’s deep in sleep, Jiyong rummages through pants strewn across the floor, digs for the other’s wallet and fishes out a few hundred dollar bills, leaving a fifty for the cab ride home. He throws an apologetic look at the sleeping figure across the room, shakes all remorse out because he’s just doing his job.
Jiyong glances back a few times before heading out the door, holds his breath when Seunghyun shifts in his sleep, mutters an apology before closing the door shut.
Jiyong never sleeps in, not when there’s a job to be done and money to be earned, despite how sweet or good-looking or totally hunkalicious any of them are.
---
“What’s the tally?” Seungri denotes, head hidden behind a sprawled open newspaper and feet up on the coffee table.
“Thousand five, seven-fifty each,” then Jiyong throws a roll of bills towards Seungri.
“How was it?” Seungri asks as he counts paper thin notes in his hand.
And Jiyong shrugs, mutters something and pulls off his clothes to take a shower.
Because that’s how it always is. Seungri’s too chickenshit to ever sleep with anyone for money and Jiyong doesn’t have the charm to get people into bed with him.
edited and reposted because I can