Title: Between You, Me & The Bedpost
Author: MsNightshade
Pairing/Characters: Kwon Jiyong/Choi Seunghun/BigBang members
Rating: R
Setting: BigBang-verse
Another day of gruelling dance practice and the boys are languishing on the couches of the dorms after dinner. The aches in their muscles are becoming evident as each small movement is met with a wince or a sharp intake of breath. Jiyong feels bad but he knows that he needs to push them if they’re going to be ready in time for their upcoming shows.
Seunghyun heads for his shower, spent and sore. Most nights, he locks the bedroom door and the bathroom door but tonight his exhaustion demands that it’s forgotten. No one has attempted to get in yet and he’s doubtful that anyone would. Right now, he’s too tired to care either way.
He divests himself of his layers and steps into the hot stream of water, letting out a relieved sigh as it works its magic on his aching body. He stands there, almost catatonic, enjoying the water pressure (without four others using it all at once, it was a blessing) and for countless minutes, he lets it wash over him and it is nothing short of pure bliss.
*
Jiyong has been restless all day and the others joke and tease him mercilessly, demanding answers. He waves them off and jovially asks when doesn’t he have a million things on his mind and that tonight was no different. No, this was different, they protested vehemently. He was even more fidgety than normal, nervous, tense and…
“OH MY GOD, JIYONG! WHO IS SHE?!”
Jiyong can’t help but laugh and does his best to get them off his case. There is no she to speak of and there are a million things that he needs to be on top of, that’s all, which is partly true. There is no she and he is always busy.
He fends off their good natured jibes for a little while longer before he shoos them all away demanding that they get an early night because they’ve got rehearsals again tomorrow at 7:00am and he can’t afford to have anyone dragging their tired, clumsy feet.
The boys laugh and eventually drag their sore and sorry carcasses to their rooms leaving Jiyong to his own devices. He sits on the edge of the couch and releases a long relieved sigh.
“Too fucking close,” he whispers to himself.
He can hear the showers running from the other rooms knowing that Seunghyun will be cursing because of the loss of water pressure and he smirks to himself, chewing on his bottom lip. His heart rate kicks up a notch at what he’s about to do but it’s now or never. He’s been preparing himself mentally all day. He has to do this and whatever came of it, he would live with the consequences.
He’d realised months ago that his feelings towards Seunghyun had changed, deepened into something more than just a passing infatuation or pure lust. He’d been quite open towards him lately and he’d been pushing the boundaries to gauge the kind of reaction he got. And when Seunghyun didn’t look away or look at him with revulsion, he knew he had an in.
Sort of. He knew he was being extremely presumptuous but it was the only way he was going to find out. He steadies himself and makes his move.
*
Seunghyun curses under his breath that the delicious water pressure that was so delightfully beating his muscles into submission had dropped drastically as the others start preparing for bed. He leans his head against the wall and continues to let it wash over him, even with the reduced pressure the heat still helps.
Once Jiyong is certain the others are definitely squared away in their rooms, he quietly steals into Seunghyun’s unlocked bedroom and locks the door behind him. Jiyong leans his body against the door, his head lowered, eyes closed as he takes a few deep breaths to steady his resolve.
Jiyong’s eyes momentarily roamed the inner sanctum of his hyung’s darkened bedroom, the only light streaming in from beneath the bathroom door. He can make out the Be@rbricks that lined one wall of his room; books and DVDs were stacked haphazardly here and there in piles various on the floor and on the bedside tables. The only things that were seemingly kept in any sort of order were his bed and his collection of Be@rbricks.
He smiles to himself as he pushes off the door, knowing full well that the next few tremulous steps he was taking were towards eliminating ambiguity once and for all.
*
Seunghyun is startled when the bathroom door opens. He knows exactly who it is because there’s no one else it could be, but he still asks.
“Jiyong! What are you doing in here?” irritation evident in his tone. He’s not scandalised by his appearance, he probably should be but his insides quake at the prospect of being with Jiyong.
He wants this. He’s always wanted this.
“I think you know, hyung,” Jiyong’s tone was pure smoke and sin and Seunghyun was left with no doubts as to what he was doing here. He’d known for a while. Jiyong had been staring at him with licentious intent for weeks, at first he would act like he was thinking about something else, but lately he’d been less and less guarded about his amorous intentions.
Seunghyun found it deliciously intoxicating, the way Jiyong ran his tongue along the inside of his full bottom lip, the moist pinkness occasionally slipping into the corners, biting into that plump flesh with a knowing smirk all while making very direct and purposeful eye contact with him. It sent a delightful jolt coursing through him but he never believed that his playful flirting would amount to anything more than just that, so he’d filed those appetizingly lustful images of Kwon Jiyong away for future (and very private) reference.
Now would have been one of those times he’d be calling up those dissolute images if he weren’t so bone weary. Then his brain finally clicked into gear. Jiyong was in his bathroom. RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW. His exhaustion was temporarily forgotten as his adrenaline surged. Seunghyun shuddered at the hot coil of anticipation that unfurled low in his belly.
“Ji—”
Before he could protest any further, Jiyong was in the shower cubicle with him, fully clothed and pressing him up against the wall, soaking him in the process.
“Shhh! The others will hear you, hyung,” Ji chided with a dirty smirk that Seunghyun found irresistible, his eyes resting upon Seunghyun’s lips the entire time.
Jiyong pushed forward again and placed a knee between his thighs and pushed his legs apart as he ran his tongue along the length of his neck and up to his chin before he laved a wet trail along his jawline. Seunghyun let out a sigh pulling the younger man closer and brought his lips down to meet his.
Ji plundered his mouth eagerly and Seunghyun moaned against his tongue, running his fingers through the younger man’s hair to pull him in closer. Ji rocked his hips against Seunghyun’s naked flesh and with each roll of his pelvis, the prickling friction made his thickening length jump against his stomach.
Seunghyun broke the kiss, breathless, eyes soft and unfocussed and demanded that Ji get naked with a curt “Strip”. Jiyong did as he is asked, tossing his soaked layers onto the floor. Seunghyun swallowed hard at the sight of him in all of his naked glory. He leaned in to kiss him roughly, hands exploring, tongue delving back into the wet warmth of his mouth relentlessly. Seunghyun hoisted Ji up, wrapping his legs around his waist, quickly reaching behind him to flick the water off and carried him out of the shower to his bed. He didn’t give a shit that they were both soaked to the bone, he’d worry about that out later.
Seunghyun lay Jiyong down on the bed running his hands down his sides almost reverently, his mouth roaming every square inch of wet flesh, Jiyong’s fingers tangled in his hair and he moaned and sighed under his skilful attentions. Seunghyun clamped his lips around a pebbled nipple, his tongue flicking, teeth grazing causing Ji to arch up into him. The roll of his hips brushed Ji’s hard cock against the flat of his stomach making his breath catch.
Seunghyun moves his attention down and slowly takes Jiyong into his mouth, tongue swirling around the glans making him arch up off the bed. Seunghyun teases him mercilessly and Jiyong’s whining whimpers and breathless pleas for him not to stop drive him on. The deep droning hum he’s making around his cock make it worse and Jiyong’s driving his hips forward into his mouth like a wild stallion. Seunghyun lays his palms flat on his hips effectively pinning him to the bed. Seunghyun keeps up the suction and the low humming until Jiyong feels the swell of his impending release.
“Hyunnie~!” Ji is scream-whispering. “I’m—I’m—Fuck! I’m cummiiiinnnnngggggg!” Seunghyun swallows his spent load as Jiyong gasps and whimpers under him. Seunghyun moves back up the bed and kisses him, giving him a taste of himself against the back of his tongue.
“You taste so fucking good, Ji,” he rumbles against his ear before he moves his attentions back down his recovering body. Jiyong shudders and the wet slide of warm skin against skin as Seunghyun peppers his heated skin with feather light kisses – almost as though anything harder would make him disintegrate – is driving Jiyong insane.
Jiyong flips their positions pinning Seunghyun to the bed, his fingers roaming across hardened plains of flesh, his ears filled with breathless moans as his reward. He slowly moved his attentions down Seunghyun’s body and he positions himself between his thighs, like it’s his God-given right to be there. Seunghyun opens a little wider granting him all the access he needs.
Jiyong takes his time preparing him, his tongue flicking and teasing the tight little ring of muscle as his fingers teased the tender flesh of his inner thighs. Seunghyun arches and gasps as Jiyong’s tongue teases his puckered hole, as first with gentle teasing licks that slowly became more intense and Seunghyun does his best to stifle the noises he’s making. He pulls the pillow over his face to try to keep the noises Jiyong’s pulling out of him to a dull roar, suddenly very aware of the other three in the dorms. It gets worse as Jiyong pushes his tongue inside and swirls it. The intense pleasure flooding his body is too much.
Jiyong slows his ministrations and focuses his mouth on his perineum, the skilled tongue laving a trail under his balls – stopping to slowly suck each one into his mouth, before moving on – and treating his bristling cock to the same gentle lapping, swiping, teasing suction.
Jiyong trails a hand up his torso and slips three fingers into Seunghyun’s mouth. Seunghyun’s tongue swirls around them and in between them coating them in his saliva. The heat on Jiyong’s fingers sends little jolts of arousal through him and his own cock jumps at the sensation of wet heat surrounding his fingers.
He slowly extracts them and trails them down again, one concentrating on caressing the slightly slicked up perimeter that his tongue had previously breached. He made small circles with his finger as he fellates Seunghyun into a writhing panting wreck. Jiyong knew he wouldn’t last long from over stimulation so he slowly relinquishes the suction on his cock and concentrates his efforts on opening him up. He gently slips the circling finger inside and Seunghyun chokes back a broken sob at the sudden intrusion.
Jiyong works on him slowly, getting him used to the invasion of his fingers until it starts feeling good. Jiyong promises him it will feel amazing soon. Once he works three digits inside, he slowly curls his fingers forward and Seunghyun bucks against his hand, needing more of the delicious friction against the same little spot inside him.
Once Jiyong decides he’s ready, he slowly removes his slick fingers and climbs forward to kiss him again, fiery and slow. Seunghyun moans into his mouth and writhes against him, his cock brushing against his own and the intense sensation is almost unbearable.
Jiyong pulls back from his kiss panting and asks him for condoms and lube. Seunghyun reaches over to the beside table and his fingers find them in the dark. He’s presenting them to Jiyong and he kisses him again, as though the break in contact was far too long and Jiyong falters. His heart skips for a second and it’s enough that he’s here now and Seunghyun is giving him everything.
Jiyong prepares himself and lines himself up, his slicked up cock nudging at Seunghyun’s prepared opening.
“Are you ready, my love?” he husks against Seunghyun’s ear. Seunghyun merely nods against him as he pulls him down into another blistering kiss and Jiyong almost involuntarily rocks his hips forward. Seunghyun’s pulling him in and the heat emanating from him is beyond intoxicating.
Jiyong slides into Seunghyun slowly, allowing him to get used to the sensation. Little by little he inches forward until Seunghyun tells him to move. Jiyong bites back a sob at the heat and pressure surrounding him.
“Fuck baby, you’re so tight I can’t—” Jiyong squeezes his eyes closed as Seunghyun arches up into him. Jiyong moves and it’s slow and he feels like the world could disintegrate around them and it would pale into significance against this one moment. He’s caught and he can’t move, can’t do anything because he can feel Seunghyun looking at him like he knows, like he’s suffering through the same delicious torture.
“Move, sweetheart. I need you to…. uhh!” Seunghyun slams forward again and it jolts Jiyong out of his immobility, his hips rocking forward as Seunghyun’s low howl courses through him, his arousal peaks and he can’t hold back anymore. Jiyong picks up the pace, hips slamming forward with a little flick to give Seunghyun’s sweet spot a little work out. His head falls back and stuttered moans fall from his lips each time he does it and it’s music to Jiyong’s ears.
“Fuck Jiyong, keep doing that!” he whimpers and Jiyong acquiesces with each thrust. Jiyong can feel the tightening coil of his impending orgasm, his eyes squeezing shut as he strokes Seunghyun’s cock and gets him closer. The delightful keening sounds he’s trying to swallow down evidence how close he is and Jiyong’s feels like he’s falling as his white-hot release pulses into him. Seunghyun doesn’t last much longer, his high-pitched whimpers bitten into the back of his hand as he reaches his own blissful crescendo.
Jiyong releases his punishing grip on Seunghyun’s hips and falls away. He lies beside him and his heart is threatening to burst and melt through his ribcage. He didn’t know what he was expecting when he walked into Seunghyun’s bedroom tonight, but he couldn’t have imagined anything as incredible as what had just transpired.
“Oh my god, Jiyong,” Seunghyun finally breaks through the gasps of their combined wave of exhaustion, “that was fucking amazing!”
Jiyong smiles against him. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, Hyunnie. I’ve waited so long…for your touch… for your love,” Jiyong whispers in the dark, almost as though his confession needs to be quiet and heard under the cover of darkness. Saying it in the light would give it credence, give it weight and meaning, Seunghyun’s eyes baring witness as Jiyong confessed the things his heart knew. And what if in those eyes he saw rejection? If he was rejected now, he could easily slip away in the night and they’d never speak of it again. Only their ears and the dark and his heart would know. There would be no eyes to witness, scrutinise or judge.
“Jiyong, don’t—” Seunghyun interjects.
“Baby, please. You need to know this. Just listen, then I’ll go okay?” Jiyong pleads.
“Jiyong-ah, you don’t have to go, I—” He’s cut off by Jiyong’s finger against his mouth.
“Shhh, Hyunnie. You’re gonna hear me out, okay?”
“Okay, baby. I’m listening,” Seunghyun says sincerely as he curls his fingers around a slim wrist. Jiyong exhales long and slow, his heartbeat is erratic and he needs to steel himself for what comes next.
“I love you, Seunghyun. I’ve loved you for so long that I can’t remember what life was like before I fell in love with you. I can’t remember and I honestly don’t want to. I’m not asking you to love me in return but I need you to know that tonight wasn’t just about sex for me, okay? But, I’ll understand if you don’t want this again—” His words are cut off by a pair of velvet-soft lips enveloping his and a soft tongue sweetly caressing the inner perimeter of his lips. He couldn’t protest, wouldn’t dare.
When Seunghyun finally broke the kiss, he said: “For someone so clever, you can be really dumb you know?”
“What?” Jiyong asks incredulously.
“Ah, Jiyong-ah! You adorable, pabo. Do you really think any of your signals had gone unnoticed? That I’d let anyone sneak in here and have their way like that?” Seunghyun husks low against him and it sends a shiver skating across the surface of his skin.
“No, but I—”
“Shhh, now you’re gonna listen, sweetheart,” Seunghyun says as he kisses the pulse point on his throat. Jiyong swallows hard and listens to what Seunghyun has to say, his stomach and his heart competing to see which internal organ would succeed in beating the inside of his ribcage to a bruised and battered pulp first.
He listens intently as Seunghyun confesses his own feelings and he was thankful that he’d had the intestinal fortitude to push forward and make his love known.
*
Seunghyun slung the soaked duvet onto floor and drapes the sheet over them. He pulls Jiyong in close, enveloping his lithe form in his arms. Jiyong strokes slow, lazy patterns into the skin of his wrists as he curls into the warmth of Seunghyun’s body again.
“You owe me new sheets,” Seunghyun husks against him quietly. Jiyong smiles; if that were the price he had to pay he’d do it gladly. A million times over.
“And you need to keep your door unlocked… or at least give me a copy of the key,” Jiyong demands in the best leader-ssi voice he could muster. Seunghyun chuckles and offers a quiet “okay”.
Jiyong buries his face into the crook of his neck and plants a small kiss there with a whispered, “Thank you, gorgeous.”
He trails kisses back up the soft skin of his throat to capture his bottom lip with his own. He pulls Seunghyun down onto him kissing him slow, Seunghyun flicks his tongue into his mouth in teasing strokes, lighting him up. Seunghyun frames his face with his hands and takes his time breaking him down with his mouth and kissing Jiyong into oblivion. Jiyong goes willingly as Seunghyun’s blistering kiss draws him in and it makes him hard again.
Seunghyun moves back to lie on his side; he pulls Jiyong in close to kiss him again. Jiyong leans up into his kiss, needing more, needing all he has to give. Seunghyun links his fingers in with Jiyong’s as he moves their joined hands down between them. He wraps his fingers around Jiyong’s erection making him gasp into his mouth. Jiyong follows his lead and begins using butterfly light strokes on Seunghyun.
Their lips move together in a slick, synchronised rhythm slowly learning the curves and plains of the others mouth while their fingers stroke and caress the other, their quiet moans echoing between breaths. Jiyong feels his world crumbling as Seunghyun joins their hands together, their cocks confined together as their hands move as one.
“Fuck baby,” Jiyong pants through laboured breaths, “why do you feel so good?” Seunghyun kisses him until his brain shorts out and they’re cumming in tandem, sharing laboured breaths as the evidence of their shared bliss pulses between them.
A treaty of sorts had been struck. Between arrangements for new sheets and keys, they had made physical and verbal promises to each other so that it was implicitly understood: This is for you and only you.
Withered and wilted, Jiyong pulls Seunghyun in close, wrapping his arms and legs around him. He placed his hand over Seunghyun’s heart, feeling his heart rate normalise, the heart that beat for him and only him. He wanted to curl up in his arms and never leave but he knew he couldn’t. He’d need to leave the comfort of his loving arms for his own lonely bed before morning. His heart expanded with each passing second in his arms as it drew them nearer to parting but he knew he’d have every other night to share with him – time and schedules permitting.
Seunghyun lifts his chin and kisses him slow. “I have to reluctantly bid you a good night, my sweet prince,” he whispers and Jiyong knows he has to go. They’ve all got somewhere to be tomorrow (today), then they get a day off and the two know exactly where and how they’ll be spending it.
*
Jiyong eventually (and quite begrudgingly) stole back into his own room at 3.21am, blissfully fatigued, his giddy heart thundering in his chest as he passed out. That was until the alarm rudely shrieked and bleated at 6.15am to abruptly rip him out of his euphoric dream state.
Jiyong blinked and grunted and swung his arm in the direction of the incessant squawking until his fingers mashed at the off button and the noise ceased. He was utterly destroyed by the lack of sleep but his heart was beating a buoyant staccato rhythm in his chest. He smiled at the recollection of why he was so overwhelmingly exhausted as he stood on unsteady legs and stretched, every muscle protesting with each movement as he stumbled and zombie-shuffled into his shower.
A truckload of caffeine was going to be a necessity to get him through this day until he could crawl back into Seunghyun’s bed under the cover of darkness.
And he knew just the beautiful and beloved little caffiend to ask about such things.
~Fin~
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