Title: The Sweetest Corrosion
Author: MsNightshade
Pairing: Kwon Jiyong/Choi Seunghyun
Rating: M to R
Setting: BigBang-verse
CHAPTER ONE
After the show, the boys were back in their hotel rooms still amped up and nowhere near ready for sleep. Seungri had arranged transport for the five to a party with some friends on the other side of town. If management or any of the coordi-noonas caught wind of it, the idea would be shut down quicker than it had been formed so it had to be kept on the down low. Not an easy feat with the number of people constantly around and needing to be across every second of their lives, so plans and deals needed to be made on the quiet. They had to make sure it wouldn’t get back to anyone; the last thing they needed was for their unscheduled night out to be broadcast to the world at large tomorrow. It was a massive undertaking to take some time out for a little fun but it would be worth it.
The five arranged to meet in the hotel car park, making sure to leave their rooms once everyone else had left and at slightly different times so as not to arouse suspicion. They piled into the van, their driver the only one in on the plan and sworn to absolute secrecy. Once cash had exchanged hands and his confidence was secured, Seungri gave the driver the necessary directions and they were on their way.
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Seungri announced their arrival with an excited flourish as if any of them were meant to know exactly where they were. Four looked at him with blank expressions and he turned away, waving an exasperated hand at them complaining that they didn’t appreciate the things the maknae did for his hyungs.
As they climbed out of the van, all very unsure of where they were and what to expect, Jiyong needed a few more assurances that the driver wasn’t going to abandon them or spill the beans to another soul. He laid out a few more crisp bills in large denominations for the man just to be on the safe side. Daesung clapped Jiyong on the back and laughed reminding him that they’d be okay. Jiyong needed to be extra sure. It would be his head on the guillotine if the barest whisper of tonight’s escapades got out.
Feeling only a little more secure about their situation, he followed Seungri and the others to the non-descript house on the outskirts of town and hoped for the best. From the outside, there were no visible or audible signs of a party going on. That Seungri was a clever little fucker, more than the others gave him credit for. Jiyong smiled as slung an arm around the maknae’s shoulder, squeezed him tight and thanked him. Seungri’s face split into a wide self-assured grin as he led them around to the back of the house and into the evening’s festivities.
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Jiyong and Seunghyun had taken quite a few hits from the joints being passed around until their minds were fuzzy and slow, bodies wilted and boneless. They had found an empty bedroom and lay sprawled on their backs on the king-size bed with their feet hanging off the edge, giggling – and sometimes launching into gut busting hysterics – at the random and extremely hilarious things rolling around their addled brains and whatever eventually made its way out of their mouths into the microcosmic world of the two of them in this room, on this bed.
Seunghyun turned to face Jiyong who was still blissfully spreadeagled. He reached over and ran a finger along the top of Ji’s brow to shift some pink bangs out of his eyes. The touch left a trail of fire across Ji’s brow and a small sigh escaped his lips. Seunghyun shuffled in closer as Ji closed his eyes, humming low, the sound reverberating through his chest.
Seunghyun’s breath fanned down the long column of Jiyong’s throat, as he lay next to him, listening to his leader humming. The feeling of Seunghyun’s rhythmic breathing against Jiyong’s skin made his breath kick up a notch, he slowly opened his eyes and he turned to look at his hyung.
Seunghyun met his eyes and a small smirk played on his lips. For Jiyong the effect was utterly devastating. He felt his chest expand with a flood of warmth and he couldn’t help but smile back at his beloved hyung. Seunghyun laced his fingers in with Ji’s and slid in closing the remaining gap between them. Ji wasn’t keen on making a big thing of it, but the warm fuzz clouding his brain didn’t mind that it was happening and his stomach did slow little somersaults in static anticipation.
The rhythmic sweep of Seunghyun’s breath against Ji’s lips made him a little delirious and it was the only thing he could focus on. Ji closed his eyes again, his breath now coming in short, ragged gasps. Ji didn’t dare open his eyes lest the spell be broken, and before long they’d relaxed into the rhythm of their breathing. It seemed to be the most natural thing in the world; something they’d always done and always would. Seunghyun made his move and closed the millimetres between them brushing Ji’s full lips with his own – languorous and delicate.
Jiyong’s body refused to move, unable to react in the moment as he wallowed in the delicate feel of Seunghyun’s warm lips against his own. Once his brain had registered that he needed to react to being kissed by his beautiful hyung, to move, to do something, he forced his leaden tongue into moving and lapped at the swell of Seunghyun’s bottom lip. Seunghyun deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against Jiyong’s, roaming the slick inner perimeter of his lips, moving past his teeth. Soft moans were drawn from both men as their mouths moved against each other’s. Seunghyun took his time, the movement of his tongue slow and focussed as he cupped Ji’s face and the younger man followed his lead, languishing in the unhurried pace of their kiss. Ji didn’t want it to end, breathing be damned.
They kissed for what felt like hours before they came up for air. Both men’s cheeks flushed as Youngbae burst into the room slurring an announcement about them leaving before chuckling and staggering off again, slamming the door behind him as if to emphasise his point. Jiyong pulled Seunghyun back down into another slow kiss, a sibilant moan escaping him as Seunghyun caught his bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulled away. He quickly moved in again to slowly run his tongue along the inside of Jiyong’s bottom lip. Jiyong wanted more but he knew they had to go back. Disappointment burned like cold fire in his veins at the thought of going back to their regularly scheduled lives.
Jiyong reluctantly pushed Seunghyun back quietly reminding him that they needed to leave, eyes downcast, bottom lip sucked in behind his teeth. Seunghyun slid his body in against Jiyong and rasped a quiet “okay,” against the shell of Jiyong’s ear before moving to place a kiss on his cheek. Jiyong shuddered and Seunghyun moved to mould his lips against Jiyong’s again, pecking at them slowly repeating the motion time and time again before ending his gentle assault on Jiyong’s mouth and rolling onto his back.
The boys finally hauled themselves up from the bed, a somewhat Herculean effort given their state unstable and dazed, lips kiss-swollen and faces flushed. Jiyong would have loved nothing more than to shove the elder man back onto the bed and kiss him utterly senseless before— He let the thought trail off and sighed as he made his way to the door. Seunghyun grabbed his wrist almost spinning him on his heel as he laced his fingers in with Jiyong’s again and quickly kissed the back of his hand, an adoring smile playing at the corners of his mouth, obsidian eyes conveying his adoration.
Jiyong didn’t know what any of it meant, his mind swimming in its soporific haze and his lips still tingling with the memory of Seunghyun’s against his only moments earlier. Even through the soupy haze curling around his heart he knew he’d tasted heaven and wouldn’t be able to stop wanting more. One taste of Seunghyun was never going to be enough and the way he was looking at him right now sure as hell wasn’t making the task of walking out of here any easier.
Before his thoughts could drag him further into unchartered territory, he opened the door and lead them through the house, quickly thanking their hosts before the two stumbled out into the night to find the others waiting. Daesung, Seungri and Youngbae tried to keep their voices down, sniggering behind their hands and loudly shushing each other in the silence of the all-encompassing night. Jiyong and Seunghyun followed them, all staggering in their various states of inebriation, to the waiting van that would whisk them back to their hotel and their punishing schedules.
Within minutes, the other three were passed out and tangled together in various combinations in the van. Youngbae had fallen asleep with his head against the pillar with Daesung and Seungri arms linked, snuggled and slumped in behind him. Seunghyun pulled Jiyong down into a spooning position with both lying on their sides, his arms wrapped around the smaller mans waist, fingers intertwined and legs entangled.
Before sleep claimed them both, Seunghyun laid a small trail of kisses at the nape of Jiyong’s bared neck and whispered low enough for only Jiyong to hear: “Please don’t forget tonight.” Jiyong suppressed a small shiver before he slipped into unconsciousness with Seunghyun’s words wrapped around his heart.
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