Title: Superficial feelings
Pairing: GTop (G-dragon & Top)
Genre: Angst, Smut
Rating: NC-17 for sex scene
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: Jiyong and Seunghyun fight for control.
Word count: 1381
Notes: Unbetad. And there are a few time jumps (aka a flashback). Written for
doramaholic who wanted GTop smut.
Superficial feelings
It wasn't really about the street cred. Neither were willing to admit they liked the company (the kisses, even less), if it meant losing respect they'd gained over the years from musical moguls. They knew they were still young, and could eventually rebuild their reputation if need be, but that was a risk they weren't ready to take.
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Seunghyun swore under his breath, sliding his fingers through his hair as he watched from the crowd. Jiyong poured his heart and soul out on the stage that night; it was his first time performing Heartbreaker. Sweat beads were already forming when he reached the chorus, making sure to stare extra long in Seunghyun's direction. The golden locks were very surprising, considering Seunghyun always hated blond on men, Jiyong knew it best. That night, respect and his reputation didn't matter --they both knew that.
There was some confusion as to why Jiyong had released a solo album before Seunghyun, but fans accepted the outcome. Seunghyun knew the story behind both that and the first single being promoted, but wouldn't dare to break his promise. He still had to be loyal to the one he loved.
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"I can't do this anymore." Jiyong shook his head, throwing his bangs to the side. He sat in a corner of the room, yelling into his cellphone, wishing Seunghyun could hear the pain in his voice and finally realize the facts.
"But you knew from the start," Seunghyun chuckled softly --from being nervous, rather than trying to sound condescending-- covering the receiver of his phone, he was in a public area. "We can't be together."
Jiyong huffed, wanting to scream all the profanity filling his brain, wanting to embarrass the man who wouldn't give him the time of day, but ended the call instead. He wasn't going to stoop to that level.
Jiyong wiped off his pants, dropping his cellphone down the toilet and looking into the bathroom mirror. There he was; staring back at him, as though taunting him to make a move and blow his cover --a cover that he wanted to dissolve anyway.
"Jiyong." His voice was quiet, uneasy. Jiyong looked at the reflection, grimacing at it, hate evident in his gaze. He refused to turn around, afraid that it was his imagination again. Every day it happened; Jiyong would hear his name being called, would wake from his sleep looking for him, would walk and feel breathing down his neck --only to find no one each time.
"Seunghyun," Jiyong leaned forward, his forehead pressing against the cold glass, his fist balled up and banging against it, struggling to fight the voice in his mind. Seunghyun couldn't be there, why would he be? "Stop haunting me like this."
"Jiyong, I'm here." The voice sounded louder than usual. Jiyong opened his eyes, backing away from the mirror and feeling a warm body behind him. Arms enveloped the smaller body, warm breath tickling along the flushed skin of his neck.
"Look at me." Seunghyun whispered, voice smaller than before. Eyes filled with water looked up at Jiyong from the mirror, his hold becoming tighter. Jiyong turned around to find the man on the brink of tears, hiding below his long, dark locks.
"Why are you doing this?" Jiyong pushed the taller man abruptly, slamming him into the closed door. He willed Seunghyun away, not wanting to deal with the callous man, not ready to accept their fate.
"I'm here for you." Seunghyun cupped Jiyong's face, moving brown strands of hair out of his eyes, gazing upon him seriously. This was unlike the older man, Jiyong noticed instantly. His hands were cold as ice, fingers pressed into the skin almost distressingly.
Jiyong pulled him in for a kiss, hands tangling in his dark locks, bruising his lips, craving so much from him emotionally. Seunghyun backed out of the bathroom, dragging Jiyong with him, discarding their clothing in seconds. The smaller man pulled away, looking into the eyes that were once sorrowful only to find them filled with lust.
He knew this would be the last time.
Jiyong pushed Seunghyun on the bed, crawling on top of him, kisses needy and reckless, much like their relationship. If it was going to be over, he wanted it to be meaningful and memorable, even if only to Seunghyun. Lips crashed together, teeth grazing over plump skin --tearing it slightly-- bruising it more than before. Seunghyun moaned--his eyes covered by stray hair--Jiyong looking at him with disgust in his eyes more than desire, but continued to regain some power.
Hips ground together roughly, a burning feeling in their stomachs that only grew with each circular movement their hips concluded. Seunghyun moaned Jiyong's name, receiving enraged lips and teeth against his skin, hands that tugged at his hips mercilessly and looks that could plague him with nightmares if their eyes were to meet. Seunghyun couldn't open his eyes, the burning in the pit of himself expanded rapidly, threatening to push him into insanity if it didn't end soon.
But, Jiyong wasn't in the mood to be finished quickly. He slithered down the timid man's torso; nipping over a hairless chest, humble abdomen muscles and along Seunghyun's pelvic area until he was comfortably seated between his thick thighs. Seunghyun forced his eyes open, wanting to see his lover's expression, only to have them screw back shut when a warm mouth hummed and sucked over his erection.
Today would be different. Seunghyun wouldn't have Jiyong pinned down securely with his cock banging against his prostate repeatedly, nor would he have the pleasure of pressing Jiyong up against a wall and impaling him so roughly the skin of his back was chapped for days. Today, Jiyong would ride the stubborn man until he begged for it to stop, until his cock felt like it might break from the pressure, until he was drained completely of energy and semen. And he would love every second of it.
Jiyong planned this secretly, his cheeks hollowing out and sucking hard over the throbbing flesh, tasting the beginnings of pungent victory with every flick of his tongue. Seunghyun arched slowly, gripping the silk bedsheets with both hands, unable to reach Jiyong's hair. Jiyong slipped the warm heat down his throat once more before letting it fall from his lips, his eyes darker than ever.
"Seunghyun," Jiyong climbed onto the lap he was too familiar with, stretching his entrance hastily and grabbing onto the stiff member. "Enjoy this." Jiyong slid the length inside himself, hissing with the slow burn it provoked. It was unlike him to start without preparation or a condom, but that's what would make it memorable.
Gripping Seunghyun's chest, he pushed onto his cock, slipping it deeper with every roll of his hips. Seunghyun's hands automatically grabbed onto Jiyong's hips in attempt to control the speed, but Jiyong gripped his wrists, pinning them above his head. "Not--" Jiyong moaned, feeling it steadily slide further inside. "--this time."
Overlapping moans resounded in the fancy bedroom, Jiyong set on sending Seunghyun to paradise for the last time. He leaned in, biting the parted lips and slipping his tongue in for a taste of the bittersweet goodbye he was arranging. Jiyong moaned into the older man's ear, knowing how hard it made him, how sexy it sounded. He slid off the rock hard member only to slam back down on it as hard as he could, sending Seunghyun over the edge and coming hard with his mouth still pressed against Jiyong's.
As amazing as it felt and as much as he loved him, Jiyong refused to climax; he would be giving Seunghyun back the power. He climbed off the dazed man, pulling on his boxers, snapping the elastic band and throwing Seunghyun's clothes on the bed next to him. "Get dressed and get out."
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When Jiyong finished singing, he smiled at his devoted fans, bowing for them as he ran off stage. Seunghyun waited amongst the crowd, knowing the song was written about him, and finally understanding why he fought so much to release his album first. He had a point to prove; he had won.
Seunghyun couldn't help dreaming about him for the next few weeks. The song was so beautiful and raw, and worst of all --true. Jiyong was a ghost, akin to a spirit that sat and watched from his bed, not allowing physical contact. They could never be as close as they once were.
--THE END--
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