Wicked Ways part 2 (Taeyang/Perry)
Title: Wicked Ways
Pairing: Taeyang/Perry. Implied highschool!Perry/Sean, as usual.
Rating: NC-17, baby.
Warnings: Taeyang's 18, Perry's 35, and they do things that would be very illegal in Korea. ^^d
Previous parts: Here.
Perry stepped into the dance room, looking around. Big Bang were still practicing their latest choreography, and WaWa were piled in a corner, watching the boys dance and occasionally offering advice (and wolf whistles) while waiting for their turn. He smirked and joined them, finding himself an empty spot between Tyson Jay and Alex after a few handshakes and slaps on the back.
There was a heated debate going on among them regarding the current state of Se7en's ass and how it compared to the new recruits' (WaWa a as whole had a thing for asses and gossip). He listened to the argument as he watched the kids. Taekwon had noticed him, and nodded to him from the mirrored wall before taking off the undershirt he'd been wearing and continuing to dance.
He was idly pondering the odds of that having been a coincidence when Tyson Jay elbowed him, grinning. "Teenager courtship display. Looks like you're getting some tonight."
"... What?"
"Taeyang. C'mon, man, everyone knows you live together," Tyson Jay replied, casually draping an arm over his shoulders. "I've got nothing against that. We short people gotta support each other." He looked back at Big Bang. "He's gotten pretty hot, huh?"
Perry looked too. He had. He also seemed to be glancing at Perry often and doing more impressive breakdance moves than the choreography required. Courtship display indeed. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Is he any good in bed? Must be kinda tough to keep up with him at your age-- ow!" Tyson Jay gave him a hurt little look, rubbing the back of his head.
"I ain't sixty, stupid."
Se7en walked in, as perky as ever, and Big Bang finished the song they were doing, then headed out with waves to WaWa. Taekwon trailed behind with G-Dragon, whispering and glancing back at Perry. After a moment, G-Dragon gave Taekwon a big push toward him with a grin and a conspiratorial wink that could probably be seen from space, then walked out of the room.
Perry raised an eyebrow and waited.
"We're all going to Hello Cafe in a little while," Taekwon said, running a hand through his disheveled hair, dripping with sweat and in no apparent hurry to put his shirt back on. Definitely flaunting his stuff, or at least trying to. It was kind of cute (and kind of fucking hot). "Wanna come with us?"
Perry let him squirm for a few seconds, then nodded, almost certain he'd just been asked out on a date.
***
The cafe was filled with little scenesters. The last time Perry had clashed this much was when his sergeant had dragged him to a straight strip club in Tumon just for shits and giggles. Still, the coffee was good, and soon enough the kids started leaving and he was more or less alone with Taekwon and G-Dragon. He'd done his best not to roll his eyes when the rest of Big Bang had suddenly decided they were too tired to stay any longer - at least the yawning and stretching hadn't looked too fake.
G-Dragon looked around and shot them a little grin. "I guess I'll leave too so you guys can be alone."
"Let me guess, this was your idea, right?"
G-Dragon snickered, then tried for wide-eyed innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about~" he said before darting off.
Perry snorted and glanced at Taekwon, who lowered his head to sip his iced, decaffeinated, mint-flavored mochaccino abomination, blushing furiously. He heaved a mental sigh and waited for the kid to make his move. No use pushing him.
It took almost ten minutes of fidgetting and drinking, but Taekwon finally seemed to locate his balls, and slouched down in his seat to put his head on Perry's shoulder. "'M so tired."
Perry smiled and slid his arm around Taekwon's waist (That was one convenient aspect of modern Korean culture - anything short of throwing Taekwon down and screwing him stupid on the table was more or less within the acceptable "friendly male bonding" range). "Too much dancing?"
"Yeah. That and all the push-ups. I don't like push-ups anymore."
Perry shrugged. "You look good."
He felt Taekwon smile against his shoulder. "Thanks. ... you're kinda good-looking too. I mean, for your age-- no! I mean..." He groaned softly. "Okay, never mind, you know what I meant."
Perry chuckled, despite the somewhat depressing second "your age" mention for that day. "Yeah, I know."
Another ten minutes later, Perry had rethought his stance on not pushing Taekwon. He obviously needed some nudging along, and Perry had never been a particularly patient man - he'd just make sure the waitress was looking elsewhere, he decided, and then he'd kiss Taekwon.
It seemed like a good plan until he realized the kid had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
***
G-Dragon clapped enthusiastically. "That? Is awesome."
Perry shrugged, reaching up to stop the song on his computer. "It's my job. What are you gonna call it?"
"I dunno, La La La?"
"That's a minus three on the bad-ass scale. Just sayin'." He shifted uncomfortably. They were both sitting on the floor of his studio, piles of sheet music strewn all around them.
Taekwon walked in, having given up on knocking long ago, but blinked and stopped when he noticed G-Dragon. "Are you busy?"
"Nah, P just finished arranging the la la la song."
"Oh, cool. So what's it called?"
"La La La," G-Dragon replied, grinning at Perry. His grin only widened at the look Perry gave him. "I think he doesn't like my title."
Taekwon walked closer, avoiding the papers, and crouched down next to them. "Sounds fine to me. Um, by the way," he added before licking his lips nervously and leaning in to kiss Perry. It wasn't much more than a peck, like Taekwon had done in his car, but Perry felt a smile spread on his face anyway.
"What's the occasion?" he asked, trying (and failing) to sound snarky.
"What? Oh. Um. Well, I just thought... I dunno?" Taekwon's voice was too high and he was staring at his mouth, so Perry kissed him properly, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep him close. Taekwon tensed up in surprise, not moving for a few seconds, but then more or less melted into it, making a low noise that seriously messed with Perry's ability to think about anything else. He kept kissing him until G-Dragon cleared his throat pointedly. Little bastard.
"It's not that I don't want to sit there watching you make out all day, but Bo--"
"GD. Go get me a big cup of fuck off or something."
"Bo Hyung wants to see us in five minutes," G-Dragon finished. "Sorry."
Perry didn't reply. Taekwon was watching him with that dazed squinty look he got sometimes, his cheeks a very nice shade of red. He wasn't even sure which one of them kissed the other this time, but he got slightly carried away, and by the time their lips parted, G-Dragon had left, Taekwon was almost panting, and he had a hand up the boy's shirt with very little recollection of actually putting it there. Jailbait had no right to be this good at kissing people. Maybe Taekwon had been practicing with G-Dragon, like giggly little girls would - he'd have to ask.
"I gotta go," Taekwon said breathlessly, looking kind of shell-shocked.
Perry stroked his side slowly. "You sure?"
Taekwon blinked at him, shivering. Maybe if Perry kept doing that he'd forget he had to be somewhere. "... Yes. Sorry."
Perry sighed. "Raincheck?"
"... Huh? It's raining?"
"Come back after?" he tried.
"Oh. Well, I don't know if I can. I'll try," Taekwon replied before disentangling himself and shuffling out dazedly.
Fucking gasoo schedules. At least they were making progress.
***
"No."
"Yes."
"No! I told you, I'm fine on the couch."
Perry scowled. "I don't care. You keep rolling off the fucking thing and it wakes me up, so shut up and go to bed. It's big enough."
"No, it's not," Taekwon muttered.
Perry mentally counted to ten, staring at Taekwon. When that didn't work, he just picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder, blankets and all, before marching to his bedroom. Taekwon cried out in surprise and flailed a bit. "Hey!"
"Don't argue with me at three AM," Perry said before unceremoniously dumping Taekwon onto his bed and flopping down next to him.
Blissful silence for about three minutes.
"P?"
"What."
"Are you awake?"
"No."
It took a moment for Taekwon to realize he wouldn't be talking if he were really asleep. "... You know how everyone thinks we're, like, sleeping together?"
Perry sighed and turned his head to look at Taekwon. "Yeah. So?"
He felt the mattress move as Taekwon fidgeted, and even in the dark, he was pretty sure the boy was blushing. "Well, uh... um, never mind. Night."
Perry held back a smile at the clumsiness. "Curious?"
There was another, much longer pause. "No. Maybe. Well... no."
"You are."
"... Yeah."
All Perry could see of Taekwon was wide, nervous eyes. If he said something smart-assed now he'd probably never get over it. He rolled onto his side and felt around until his arm was around Taekwon's waist, then drew him closer and gave him a light kiss. "Get some sleep, all right?"
Taekwon nodded quickly. Perry was close enough to feel his heart pounding. He was briefly tempted to let his hand wander lower and see what that would do to his heart rate, but in the end tiredness won out and he pretended not to notice, just closing his eyes and stroking Taekwon's side slowly until he fell asleep.
***
Perry sorely regretted not fucking Taekwon's brains out that night when he'd had the chance. Big Bang were running all over the place filming TV performances and promotional videos, and seeing each other for more than a few minutes at a time had become a challenge. So Taekwon would dart into Perry's studio whenever he could, usually after his dance lessons, looking sweaty and breathless and molestable, to say hello and steal a few kisses before running off again. Then he'd come home at fuck o' clock, crawl into bed, twine himself around him and pass out before his head even hit the pillow. Perry never had the heart to wake him up.
But it was all driving him utterly batshit (especially Taekwon's little "let's both pretend I didn't wake up with a hard-on, because I have to be at work in twenty minutes" morning routine), and the urge to conk Taekwon over the head and drag him to his place for twelve hours of sleep and a nice, slow make-out session was getting harder and harder to repress.
Perry watched him as he slept, dead to the world as usual. The alarm clock would go off in two hours, way too early for any sane person, never mind a kid who'd danced until midnight. On impulse, he reached over Taekwon and turned it off, then picked up his cellphone to call YG.
"Hello?" YG chirped a moment later, as perky as ever. He didn't have to wake up at five AM.
"Yo. What's Big Bang's schedule for tomorrow?" Perry whispered.
"Hold on, I'll check~"
Perry heard some rustling papers, then YG rattled off a long list of the usual training sessions and meetings. No filming of any kind. Perfect. "Young Bae ain't coming."
"What? Why?"
He ran his free hand through Taekwon's hair lightly. "He's got a fever. Nothing bad, I just thought I'd keep him in bed until he feels better." That was only half a lie.
"A fever? Are you going to take him to the doctor?" YG asked, obviously worried.
"Nah, just gonna feed him some meds and chicken soup and shit. Gonna have him back on his feet by Wednesday, promise."
"If you say so. Take care of him, okay?"
"'S what I do. See ya, boss." He turned off his cellphone and tossed it away before settling down comfortably again. Taekwon in his arms and no work tomorrow - lying to authority figures was so damn satisfying.
***
Perry woke up in a nice patch of afternoon sun to the familiar feeling of Taekwon's cock pressing against his thigh. He shifted his leg, not bothering to open his eyes just yet, and felt Taekwon breathe in sharply. "You awake?" he croaked.
"Y-yeah, sorry," Taekwon said, shifting away. "What time is it? I think I have to--"
Perry reached out quickly and pulled him into a deep kiss before he finished that thought. Taekwon froze for a second, then started kissing back just as enthusiastically. He nipped at Taekwon's lower lip, reaching up to run a hand through the long hair tickling his cheek. He'd woken up hard, too, and he nudged Taekwon around until they could rub against each other. The kid got the idea quickly, moaning into his mouth as he pressed against him.
Perry wondered why it had taken him so damn long to think of calling in sick, and then Taekwon wiggled in just the right way and he wasn't thinking anymore. He heard himself grunt something about clothes, but still had the urge to protest when Taekwon got up briefly to take off the t-shirt and pyjama pants he'd been wearing. He sat up and more or less yanked off his clothes too, and Taekwon stared at him for a moment before lying down again.
He looked way too young for Perry, even with the fuzz and muscles he'd been sprouting lately. Perry, however, didn't give a shit about little things like laws and social norms, and Taekwon in his bed looking fucking debauched with stubble burn around his mouth and hunger in his eyes only made him care even less. He turned onto his side and leaned down to kiss him again, running his hand over the smooth chest and down to his cock. He teased and stroked until Taekwon was panting and writhing under him, pupils so dilated he almost looked high. The desperate noise he made when Perry let go went straight to his cock, but he ignored it, scooting down to lick and bite a path down the boy's abdomen.
A moment later, Taekwon was coming into his mouth, fingers scrabbling at the sheets as he gasped his name, and Perry decided he wanted to hear that gasp every morning.
Pairing: Taeyang/Perry. Implied highschool!Perry/Sean, as usual.
Rating: NC-17, baby.
Warnings: Taeyang's 18, Perry's 35, and they do things that would be very illegal in Korea. ^^d
Previous parts: Here.
Perry stepped into the dance room, looking around. Big Bang were still practicing their latest choreography, and WaWa were piled in a corner, watching the boys dance and occasionally offering advice (and wolf whistles) while waiting for their turn. He smirked and joined them, finding himself an empty spot between Tyson Jay and Alex after a few handshakes and slaps on the back.
There was a heated debate going on among them regarding the current state of Se7en's ass and how it compared to the new recruits' (WaWa a as whole had a thing for asses and gossip). He listened to the argument as he watched the kids. Taekwon had noticed him, and nodded to him from the mirrored wall before taking off the undershirt he'd been wearing and continuing to dance.
He was idly pondering the odds of that having been a coincidence when Tyson Jay elbowed him, grinning. "Teenager courtship display. Looks like you're getting some tonight."
"... What?"
"Taeyang. C'mon, man, everyone knows you live together," Tyson Jay replied, casually draping an arm over his shoulders. "I've got nothing against that. We short people gotta support each other." He looked back at Big Bang. "He's gotten pretty hot, huh?"
Perry looked too. He had. He also seemed to be glancing at Perry often and doing more impressive breakdance moves than the choreography required. Courtship display indeed. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Is he any good in bed? Must be kinda tough to keep up with him at your age-- ow!" Tyson Jay gave him a hurt little look, rubbing the back of his head.
"I ain't sixty, stupid."
Se7en walked in, as perky as ever, and Big Bang finished the song they were doing, then headed out with waves to WaWa. Taekwon trailed behind with G-Dragon, whispering and glancing back at Perry. After a moment, G-Dragon gave Taekwon a big push toward him with a grin and a conspiratorial wink that could probably be seen from space, then walked out of the room.
Perry raised an eyebrow and waited.
"We're all going to Hello Cafe in a little while," Taekwon said, running a hand through his disheveled hair, dripping with sweat and in no apparent hurry to put his shirt back on. Definitely flaunting his stuff, or at least trying to. It was kind of cute (and kind of fucking hot). "Wanna come with us?"
Perry let him squirm for a few seconds, then nodded, almost certain he'd just been asked out on a date.
***
The cafe was filled with little scenesters. The last time Perry had clashed this much was when his sergeant had dragged him to a straight strip club in Tumon just for shits and giggles. Still, the coffee was good, and soon enough the kids started leaving and he was more or less alone with Taekwon and G-Dragon. He'd done his best not to roll his eyes when the rest of Big Bang had suddenly decided they were too tired to stay any longer - at least the yawning and stretching hadn't looked too fake.
G-Dragon looked around and shot them a little grin. "I guess I'll leave too so you guys can be alone."
"Let me guess, this was your idea, right?"
G-Dragon snickered, then tried for wide-eyed innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about~" he said before darting off.
Perry snorted and glanced at Taekwon, who lowered his head to sip his iced, decaffeinated, mint-flavored mochaccino abomination, blushing furiously. He heaved a mental sigh and waited for the kid to make his move. No use pushing him.
It took almost ten minutes of fidgetting and drinking, but Taekwon finally seemed to locate his balls, and slouched down in his seat to put his head on Perry's shoulder. "'M so tired."
Perry smiled and slid his arm around Taekwon's waist (That was one convenient aspect of modern Korean culture - anything short of throwing Taekwon down and screwing him stupid on the table was more or less within the acceptable "friendly male bonding" range). "Too much dancing?"
"Yeah. That and all the push-ups. I don't like push-ups anymore."
Perry shrugged. "You look good."
He felt Taekwon smile against his shoulder. "Thanks. ... you're kinda good-looking too. I mean, for your age-- no! I mean..." He groaned softly. "Okay, never mind, you know what I meant."
Perry chuckled, despite the somewhat depressing second "your age" mention for that day. "Yeah, I know."
Another ten minutes later, Perry had rethought his stance on not pushing Taekwon. He obviously needed some nudging along, and Perry had never been a particularly patient man - he'd just make sure the waitress was looking elsewhere, he decided, and then he'd kiss Taekwon.
It seemed like a good plan until he realized the kid had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
***
G-Dragon clapped enthusiastically. "That? Is awesome."
Perry shrugged, reaching up to stop the song on his computer. "It's my job. What are you gonna call it?"
"I dunno, La La La?"
"That's a minus three on the bad-ass scale. Just sayin'." He shifted uncomfortably. They were both sitting on the floor of his studio, piles of sheet music strewn all around them.
Taekwon walked in, having given up on knocking long ago, but blinked and stopped when he noticed G-Dragon. "Are you busy?"
"Nah, P just finished arranging the la la la song."
"Oh, cool. So what's it called?"
"La La La," G-Dragon replied, grinning at Perry. His grin only widened at the look Perry gave him. "I think he doesn't like my title."
Taekwon walked closer, avoiding the papers, and crouched down next to them. "Sounds fine to me. Um, by the way," he added before licking his lips nervously and leaning in to kiss Perry. It wasn't much more than a peck, like Taekwon had done in his car, but Perry felt a smile spread on his face anyway.
"What's the occasion?" he asked, trying (and failing) to sound snarky.
"What? Oh. Um. Well, I just thought... I dunno?" Taekwon's voice was too high and he was staring at his mouth, so Perry kissed him properly, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep him close. Taekwon tensed up in surprise, not moving for a few seconds, but then more or less melted into it, making a low noise that seriously messed with Perry's ability to think about anything else. He kept kissing him until G-Dragon cleared his throat pointedly. Little bastard.
"It's not that I don't want to sit there watching you make out all day, but Bo--"
"GD. Go get me a big cup of fuck off or something."
"Bo Hyung wants to see us in five minutes," G-Dragon finished. "Sorry."
Perry didn't reply. Taekwon was watching him with that dazed squinty look he got sometimes, his cheeks a very nice shade of red. He wasn't even sure which one of them kissed the other this time, but he got slightly carried away, and by the time their lips parted, G-Dragon had left, Taekwon was almost panting, and he had a hand up the boy's shirt with very little recollection of actually putting it there. Jailbait had no right to be this good at kissing people. Maybe Taekwon had been practicing with G-Dragon, like giggly little girls would - he'd have to ask.
"I gotta go," Taekwon said breathlessly, looking kind of shell-shocked.
Perry stroked his side slowly. "You sure?"
Taekwon blinked at him, shivering. Maybe if Perry kept doing that he'd forget he had to be somewhere. "... Yes. Sorry."
Perry sighed. "Raincheck?"
"... Huh? It's raining?"
"Come back after?" he tried.
"Oh. Well, I don't know if I can. I'll try," Taekwon replied before disentangling himself and shuffling out dazedly.
Fucking gasoo schedules. At least they were making progress.
***
"No."
"Yes."
"No! I told you, I'm fine on the couch."
Perry scowled. "I don't care. You keep rolling off the fucking thing and it wakes me up, so shut up and go to bed. It's big enough."
"No, it's not," Taekwon muttered.
Perry mentally counted to ten, staring at Taekwon. When that didn't work, he just picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder, blankets and all, before marching to his bedroom. Taekwon cried out in surprise and flailed a bit. "Hey!"
"Don't argue with me at three AM," Perry said before unceremoniously dumping Taekwon onto his bed and flopping down next to him.
Blissful silence for about three minutes.
"P?"
"What."
"Are you awake?"
"No."
It took a moment for Taekwon to realize he wouldn't be talking if he were really asleep. "... You know how everyone thinks we're, like, sleeping together?"
Perry sighed and turned his head to look at Taekwon. "Yeah. So?"
He felt the mattress move as Taekwon fidgeted, and even in the dark, he was pretty sure the boy was blushing. "Well, uh... um, never mind. Night."
Perry held back a smile at the clumsiness. "Curious?"
There was another, much longer pause. "No. Maybe. Well... no."
"You are."
"... Yeah."
All Perry could see of Taekwon was wide, nervous eyes. If he said something smart-assed now he'd probably never get over it. He rolled onto his side and felt around until his arm was around Taekwon's waist, then drew him closer and gave him a light kiss. "Get some sleep, all right?"
Taekwon nodded quickly. Perry was close enough to feel his heart pounding. He was briefly tempted to let his hand wander lower and see what that would do to his heart rate, but in the end tiredness won out and he pretended not to notice, just closing his eyes and stroking Taekwon's side slowly until he fell asleep.
***
Perry sorely regretted not fucking Taekwon's brains out that night when he'd had the chance. Big Bang were running all over the place filming TV performances and promotional videos, and seeing each other for more than a few minutes at a time had become a challenge. So Taekwon would dart into Perry's studio whenever he could, usually after his dance lessons, looking sweaty and breathless and molestable, to say hello and steal a few kisses before running off again. Then he'd come home at fuck o' clock, crawl into bed, twine himself around him and pass out before his head even hit the pillow. Perry never had the heart to wake him up.
But it was all driving him utterly batshit (especially Taekwon's little "let's both pretend I didn't wake up with a hard-on, because I have to be at work in twenty minutes" morning routine), and the urge to conk Taekwon over the head and drag him to his place for twelve hours of sleep and a nice, slow make-out session was getting harder and harder to repress.
Perry watched him as he slept, dead to the world as usual. The alarm clock would go off in two hours, way too early for any sane person, never mind a kid who'd danced until midnight. On impulse, he reached over Taekwon and turned it off, then picked up his cellphone to call YG.
"Hello?" YG chirped a moment later, as perky as ever. He didn't have to wake up at five AM.
"Yo. What's Big Bang's schedule for tomorrow?" Perry whispered.
"Hold on, I'll check~"
Perry heard some rustling papers, then YG rattled off a long list of the usual training sessions and meetings. No filming of any kind. Perfect. "Young Bae ain't coming."
"What? Why?"
He ran his free hand through Taekwon's hair lightly. "He's got a fever. Nothing bad, I just thought I'd keep him in bed until he feels better." That was only half a lie.
"A fever? Are you going to take him to the doctor?" YG asked, obviously worried.
"Nah, just gonna feed him some meds and chicken soup and shit. Gonna have him back on his feet by Wednesday, promise."
"If you say so. Take care of him, okay?"
"'S what I do. See ya, boss." He turned off his cellphone and tossed it away before settling down comfortably again. Taekwon in his arms and no work tomorrow - lying to authority figures was so damn satisfying.
***
Perry woke up in a nice patch of afternoon sun to the familiar feeling of Taekwon's cock pressing against his thigh. He shifted his leg, not bothering to open his eyes just yet, and felt Taekwon breathe in sharply. "You awake?" he croaked.
"Y-yeah, sorry," Taekwon said, shifting away. "What time is it? I think I have to--"
Perry reached out quickly and pulled him into a deep kiss before he finished that thought. Taekwon froze for a second, then started kissing back just as enthusiastically. He nipped at Taekwon's lower lip, reaching up to run a hand through the long hair tickling his cheek. He'd woken up hard, too, and he nudged Taekwon around until they could rub against each other. The kid got the idea quickly, moaning into his mouth as he pressed against him.
Perry wondered why it had taken him so damn long to think of calling in sick, and then Taekwon wiggled in just the right way and he wasn't thinking anymore. He heard himself grunt something about clothes, but still had the urge to protest when Taekwon got up briefly to take off the t-shirt and pyjama pants he'd been wearing. He sat up and more or less yanked off his clothes too, and Taekwon stared at him for a moment before lying down again.
He looked way too young for Perry, even with the fuzz and muscles he'd been sprouting lately. Perry, however, didn't give a shit about little things like laws and social norms, and Taekwon in his bed looking fucking debauched with stubble burn around his mouth and hunger in his eyes only made him care even less. He turned onto his side and leaned down to kiss him again, running his hand over the smooth chest and down to his cock. He teased and stroked until Taekwon was panting and writhing under him, pupils so dilated he almost looked high. The desperate noise he made when Perry let go went straight to his cock, but he ignored it, scooting down to lick and bite a path down the boy's abdomen.
A moment later, Taekwon was coming into his mouth, fingers scrabbling at the sheets as he gasped his name, and Perry decided he wanted to hear that gasp every morning.