Pulled like a punch and burnt like a cigarette
Title: Pulled like a punch and burnt like a cigarette
Rating: R
Pairing: GTop
Word Count: 1246
Genre: Ar, fluff
Summary: It is enough
AN: This actually kind of goes with the roleplay vigenettes I've been writing because the prompt given was:
Date & Lust. but it was markedly longer than those so I've decided to make it a one shot.
Chlorine from the pools in Singapore, Malaysia and India, shopping in China, New York, and Peru, and food from L.A, England, and Japan, yellow crowns burned into their irises, sweat, sweat, and more sweat, and thousands of voices screaming their name until even in their sleep it’s all they hear. Dreams bursting at the seams and dreams dying, this was their life and Seunghyun watched Jiyong flit across the stage, towel at his face to wipe the sweat away, and his voice roaring above the crowd, beyond, to another galaxy. He watched and admired and held him close when the lights shut off and sleep smothered them. There wasn’t time for anything but work, even sleep was a commodity bestowed upon them when they finally were squeezed past exhaustion and close to giving up.
Most nights ended with a kiss and mumbled-half-asleep goodnights, sometimes they ended with shut eyes and performance clothed bodies pressed together, and other times nothing at all but the backs of eyelids as soon as they hit the bed. Even the few days of reprieve given at each place they went had Jiyong going right while Seunghyun went left.
Their days in Europe were no different and Seunghyun had a flash of nostalgia, just months ago they were there for Extraordinary 20’s photo shoot, a few months felt like years and for once he felt old. Jiyong sat beside him in the van as they drove back to the hotel, their show in London just finished and they all were ready to go home, Seunghyun watched Jiyong’s eyes flutter beneath his eyelids in sleep. He doubted it was restful with the way his features contorted in a grimace. He reached his hand over to grasp Jiyong’s, his thumb brushing over the top part of his hand. Jiyong blinked his eyes open instantly and turned slightly, red-rimmed eyes in his direction.
A silent question shot his way and Seunghyun only shrugged. It was hard putting into words that he understood the reason for his restless sleep and Jiyong only smiled in answer, all gums like normal, and leaned his head onto his shoulder. They eventually made it back to the hotel and carried themselves on weary feet to their rooms. Seunghyun was ready to fall onto his bed and knockout for the 12 hours they had available to them before their flight but Jiyong slipping his fingers between his own pulled him toward the balcony as soon as they hit feet to carpet.
Seunghyun didn’t protest, he really didn’t have the will to and Jiyong placing an already lit cigarette to his lips didn’t help. He inhaled and exhaled a cloud of smoke billowing out between them. Jiyong sat on the ledge, always doing something dangerous (“Too fast to live too young to die, right?). His eyes scanned the streets below and listened to the quiet but still loud roar of 3am. Seunghyun sidled over closer to him, hip pressing against the steel bars surrounding the balcony, like a cage, like a safety net to catch them-catch Jiyong.
Jiyong brought his hands up and spread them out like a bird and in that instant a slight breeze began sending his styled fading pink and blue hair into wild movement. He gazed in fascination and slight horror as Jiyong’s body began moving, forward, leaning toward the edge, toward the fall. Seunghyun reacted instantly, his body slipping in between Jiyong’s legs, hands reaching out to grasp at his slim waist, and body tilting toward him, bringing him back, down to earth, to him.
Bubbly laughter spilled from Jiyong’s lips and his fingers found their way to his face, “Seunghyun I’m trying to fly here!”
He could do nothing but grin from the craziness of Jiyong, of everything, “I know. But you were going to fly away without me.” Jiyong shook his head, tapered fingers pulling the cigarette from between Seunghyun’s lips and placing it to his own.
Jiyong tilted his head while he blew the smoke off to the side. “I couldn’t ever fly without you Hyunnie.” With that he flicked the cigarette over the edge and leaned forward, his arms wrapping around his neck and pulling Seunghyun’s face closer to his. He could smell the cigarette smoke and celebration champagne from after the concert on his breath and it was natural for him to bend his head forward that extra distance placing his lips to Jiyong’s.
He could feel Jiyong’s grin against his lips, the cheeky bastard knew Seunghyun would always be the one to gravitate toward him, and his legs wrap around his waist to press against him, always needing that extra touch even if it made Seunghyun crazy.
He felt Jiyong’s mouth moving down his neck sending his mind into a fuzzy haze, his words not quite sinking in since his tongue was doing something to his skin that was maddening, “We should have more dates like this.”
He had to blink and steady himself against the railing and finally processed Jiyong’s words after several minutes of distracting him with his mouth, “Date?”
Jiyong’s laughter vibrated across his skin and sent goose-bumps rising all over, god, he would never get use to any of this.
“Yes Hyunnie. I took you on a balcony date. Don’t you enjoy it?” Seunghyun just managed an ‘mhm’ before his breath was suddenly ripped from his body, Jiyong’s hand had somehow traveled to the front of his pants, without his knowing, and his tapered little fingers dipped behind his waistband to wrap around the head of his length. Now, Seunghyun would normally be alarmed at the fact that they were currently six floors up, with Jiyong resting on the balcony ledge with his body wrapped around Seunghyun anchoring him there, and Seunghyun currently not in any state to keep himself up let alone react if Jiyong tipped backwards, but all of this was clouded by the fact that Jiyong was now moving his hand down his length and twisting, sending whatever safe thoughts away.
Jiyong’s mouth was creating red marks against his neck and drawing out low gasps that sent shivers down Jiyong’s spine. A few twists of his wrist and Jiyong had Seunghyun floating past the bright lights, until all he could think, hear, feel, was Jiyong. Suddenly he squeezed and twisted his fingers along the underside of his cock just right and Seunghyun saw nothing but the backs of his eyelids as they fluttered closed, his knees buckled and he felt Jiyong’s hand at his back clutching, almost in fear. He came back to his body in small increments, first the blood diminished from his ears so he could hear Jiyong’s soft breath and teasing laughter, his eyes finally focused enough for him to pull back and tug Jiyong from the ledge-with protesting from that pretty little mouth that he suddenly needed to do things with-to drag him back into the bedroom. He didn’t care that he was completely exhausted and content after Jiyong’s hand job, he needed to repay the gift in kind and he was certainly going to do that.
Jiyong lay back on the bed, eyes upturned and with a glint he knew well, they were both exhausted, running on nothing more than nicotine and lust, but it was enough. It would always be enough for him. Through all the concerts, and coffee, and lack of sleep, it was enough for him-as long as Jiyong was there.
Rating: R
Pairing: GTop
Word Count: 1246
Genre: Ar, fluff
Summary: It is enough
AN: This actually kind of goes with the roleplay vigenettes I've been writing because the prompt given was:
Date & Lust. but it was markedly longer than those so I've decided to make it a one shot.
Chlorine from the pools in Singapore, Malaysia and India, shopping in China, New York, and Peru, and food from L.A, England, and Japan, yellow crowns burned into their irises, sweat, sweat, and more sweat, and thousands of voices screaming their name until even in their sleep it’s all they hear. Dreams bursting at the seams and dreams dying, this was their life and Seunghyun watched Jiyong flit across the stage, towel at his face to wipe the sweat away, and his voice roaring above the crowd, beyond, to another galaxy. He watched and admired and held him close when the lights shut off and sleep smothered them. There wasn’t time for anything but work, even sleep was a commodity bestowed upon them when they finally were squeezed past exhaustion and close to giving up.
Most nights ended with a kiss and mumbled-half-asleep goodnights, sometimes they ended with shut eyes and performance clothed bodies pressed together, and other times nothing at all but the backs of eyelids as soon as they hit the bed. Even the few days of reprieve given at each place they went had Jiyong going right while Seunghyun went left.
Their days in Europe were no different and Seunghyun had a flash of nostalgia, just months ago they were there for Extraordinary 20’s photo shoot, a few months felt like years and for once he felt old. Jiyong sat beside him in the van as they drove back to the hotel, their show in London just finished and they all were ready to go home, Seunghyun watched Jiyong’s eyes flutter beneath his eyelids in sleep. He doubted it was restful with the way his features contorted in a grimace. He reached his hand over to grasp Jiyong’s, his thumb brushing over the top part of his hand. Jiyong blinked his eyes open instantly and turned slightly, red-rimmed eyes in his direction.
A silent question shot his way and Seunghyun only shrugged. It was hard putting into words that he understood the reason for his restless sleep and Jiyong only smiled in answer, all gums like normal, and leaned his head onto his shoulder. They eventually made it back to the hotel and carried themselves on weary feet to their rooms. Seunghyun was ready to fall onto his bed and knockout for the 12 hours they had available to them before their flight but Jiyong slipping his fingers between his own pulled him toward the balcony as soon as they hit feet to carpet.
Seunghyun didn’t protest, he really didn’t have the will to and Jiyong placing an already lit cigarette to his lips didn’t help. He inhaled and exhaled a cloud of smoke billowing out between them. Jiyong sat on the ledge, always doing something dangerous (“Too fast to live too young to die, right?). His eyes scanned the streets below and listened to the quiet but still loud roar of 3am. Seunghyun sidled over closer to him, hip pressing against the steel bars surrounding the balcony, like a cage, like a safety net to catch them-catch Jiyong.
Jiyong brought his hands up and spread them out like a bird and in that instant a slight breeze began sending his styled fading pink and blue hair into wild movement. He gazed in fascination and slight horror as Jiyong’s body began moving, forward, leaning toward the edge, toward the fall. Seunghyun reacted instantly, his body slipping in between Jiyong’s legs, hands reaching out to grasp at his slim waist, and body tilting toward him, bringing him back, down to earth, to him.
Bubbly laughter spilled from Jiyong’s lips and his fingers found their way to his face, “Seunghyun I’m trying to fly here!”
He could do nothing but grin from the craziness of Jiyong, of everything, “I know. But you were going to fly away without me.” Jiyong shook his head, tapered fingers pulling the cigarette from between Seunghyun’s lips and placing it to his own.
Jiyong tilted his head while he blew the smoke off to the side. “I couldn’t ever fly without you Hyunnie.” With that he flicked the cigarette over the edge and leaned forward, his arms wrapping around his neck and pulling Seunghyun’s face closer to his. He could smell the cigarette smoke and celebration champagne from after the concert on his breath and it was natural for him to bend his head forward that extra distance placing his lips to Jiyong’s.
He could feel Jiyong’s grin against his lips, the cheeky bastard knew Seunghyun would always be the one to gravitate toward him, and his legs wrap around his waist to press against him, always needing that extra touch even if it made Seunghyun crazy.
He felt Jiyong’s mouth moving down his neck sending his mind into a fuzzy haze, his words not quite sinking in since his tongue was doing something to his skin that was maddening, “We should have more dates like this.”
He had to blink and steady himself against the railing and finally processed Jiyong’s words after several minutes of distracting him with his mouth, “Date?”
Jiyong’s laughter vibrated across his skin and sent goose-bumps rising all over, god, he would never get use to any of this.
“Yes Hyunnie. I took you on a balcony date. Don’t you enjoy it?” Seunghyun just managed an ‘mhm’ before his breath was suddenly ripped from his body, Jiyong’s hand had somehow traveled to the front of his pants, without his knowing, and his tapered little fingers dipped behind his waistband to wrap around the head of his length. Now, Seunghyun would normally be alarmed at the fact that they were currently six floors up, with Jiyong resting on the balcony ledge with his body wrapped around Seunghyun anchoring him there, and Seunghyun currently not in any state to keep himself up let alone react if Jiyong tipped backwards, but all of this was clouded by the fact that Jiyong was now moving his hand down his length and twisting, sending whatever safe thoughts away.
Jiyong’s mouth was creating red marks against his neck and drawing out low gasps that sent shivers down Jiyong’s spine. A few twists of his wrist and Jiyong had Seunghyun floating past the bright lights, until all he could think, hear, feel, was Jiyong. Suddenly he squeezed and twisted his fingers along the underside of his cock just right and Seunghyun saw nothing but the backs of his eyelids as they fluttered closed, his knees buckled and he felt Jiyong’s hand at his back clutching, almost in fear. He came back to his body in small increments, first the blood diminished from his ears so he could hear Jiyong’s soft breath and teasing laughter, his eyes finally focused enough for him to pull back and tug Jiyong from the ledge-with protesting from that pretty little mouth that he suddenly needed to do things with-to drag him back into the bedroom. He didn’t care that he was completely exhausted and content after Jiyong’s hand job, he needed to repay the gift in kind and he was certainly going to do that.
Jiyong lay back on the bed, eyes upturned and with a glint he knew well, they were both exhausted, running on nothing more than nicotine and lust, but it was enough. It would always be enough for him. Through all the concerts, and coffee, and lack of sleep, it was enough for him-as long as Jiyong was there.