Beach

May. 30th, 2010 at 7:09 PM

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"Hyung! Look up!" Seungri exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the night sky. "Orion's Belt!"

Jiyong rolled his eyes and looked up at what he was pointing at, seeing nothing but darkness and twinkling, shapeless, dots. "Can't see it," he shrugged, folding his arms behind his head.

Seungri pouted and copied his position, scooting away from Jiyong in annoyance. He believed that he had a natural ability to make a fool of himself in front of him, no matter how hard he tried to make him smile once in a while. Jiyong always managed to shoot him down with his witty remarks.

"I'm just not good at star gazing, alright?" Jiyong offered, which Seungri guessed was an attempt to make him feel better. "Whatever," Seungri mumbled, eyes set on the velvet navy.

It was way past midnight and the beach was empty, except for some lights and muffled loud talking, at what was probably a beach party, far far away. Even though it was his idea to come here, Seungri still thought it was a bit off and too romantic. Subtle, very subtle.

With little to no energy level from the older boy, Seungri huffed and scrambled onto his bare feet, pattering down the sand, and stopping at the water line. Before he even got the chance to dip his toes in, the cold waves engulfed his feet, making him yelp childishly. He watched them slide back in reverse to the dark waters, as he awkwardly made it back to the mat. Jiyong's grin was highly unamusing.

"What are we doing here anyway?" Seungri asked, in a confused attempt to divert Jiyong's attention away from his girly incident.

Jiyong shrugged carelessly, and sighed. "It was your idea," he said, eyes at the sky. "Even though I have better things to do instead of wasting my time looking at stars and finding pointy rocks under the mat, I came anyway,"

Jiyong winced at his own words, on hearing Seungri's defeated sigh, and he instantly regretted them, but in no way was he apologising for the truth. So the maknae was a little sensitive, but Jiyong meant that he should appreciate his prescence at this point in time. Seungri was the last person he wanted to hurt.

"Why do I even bother!" the younger exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. Jiyong blinked at Seungri's outburst. "Maybe we should call the whole thing off, since you're too busy and all."

The bitterness sent a chill down Jiyong's spine.

"Call it off?" Jiyong asked, sitting up. "You're breaking up with me?"

Seungri shook his head, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. "You're not," Jiyong said with a laugh. "Seungri, you're not breaking up with me,"

"Maybe I am," the younger replied.

And it almost amused him, the way Jiyong's eyes widened with panic, and the way he grabbed his hands and started speaking in short, fast sentences; and his heart leapt at the blur he saw in his brown eyes. As sad as it was, Jiyong's desperation made him feel better about their whole relationship.

Jiyong then grabbed Seungri's shoulders, forcing the younger one to look straight into his eyes.

"I'm sorry for being like this," he said, pressing his lips together. "This - this is not me, I'm under a lot of stress, and I just can't explain it,"

Seungri snorted.

Instantly, Jiyong's depressed attitude dissappeared. "What the fuck is so funny?!"

"Nothing!" Seungri said in defense. "It's just that I've never seen you get so worked up about us. All day, everyday, all you talk about is how stressed you are, how busy you are, how moody you feel and how everything is not as expected,"

"It's always about you, and even when I was pretending to break up with you, all you talked about was yourself. For once in your life, hyung!" Seungri finished with exclamation, brushing Jiyong's hands off his shoulders. "Think about others, think about the people around you, think about me!"

Seungri watched Jiyong's Adam's apple bob down and back up. "Is it really that hard?"

"Okay then," Jiyong said too suddenly, after a few seconds of silence. "Why did you bring me here in the first place?"

It caught him swiftly off guard. "W-What do you mean?"

"Oh come on!" Jiyong said exasperatedly. "The beach, the wine, the stars - I'm not dumb, you brought me here so you could fuck me!"

"But -," the younger began.

"But nothing," Jiyong said, a hint of a smirk creeping onto his features. "This was about you, wasn't it?" he laughed. "And you're the one yelling at me,"

"It's not about me," Seungri said, little white teeth glittering his smile. "So yeah, I wanted to have sex with you on a beach. You're the one who hasn't gotten any in the past few weeks, and I thought it would make you feel better,"

Jiyong opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was offended beyond offensive, but the grin on Seungri's face couldn't let him concentrate on letting out curses and firing rude comments.

"See, I'm always thinking about you and your well-being. I put others first. I didn't bring you here so I can have sex. I brought here so you can have sex," Seungri argued, Jiyong's expression not changing with his highly intelligent logistics. "Seriously, when was the last time you orgasmed hyung? Huh?"

"Alright, that's it," Jiyong said with a sigh, and before Seungri could comment, his lips crashed into his in a deep kiss, tongue and teeth forcing themselves into his mouth, fingers grasping through strands of hair. He didn't need any explanation, as the maknae quickly parted his lips for it. Seungri fell backwards pulling Jiyong down with him, and for a split second as they broke, Seungri saw the older's eyes brighten with emotion; but it was brought to a halt as he let his lust take over, pulling Jiyong down from his shirt.

He took the lead by flipping him on his back, and straddling him. It was Seungri's idea to get Jiyong laid, and that was his aim, so whether it was ethical or not, he should be on top. Jiyong grinned through the kiss, as though he read the younger's mind. He then brought them to a stop, noses touching, and pants vibrating on their cheeks.

"Seungri," he murmured, resting his fingers on his cheek. "I love you, got it?"

"Right back at you, hyung," he replied with half a grin. "Now do me a favour, and help me get your clothes off,"

"Why didn't you say so," Jiyong replied, pulling off his shirt and discarding it on the sand. With a shrug, he pulled Seungri's off as well. "We're even,"

"Shut up, Ji," Seungri said in a low voice, feeling a hard on coming on. All the bickering and the fact that his plan actually worked was turning him on.

"I'm a sex god," Jiyong hummed between kisses, as one hand unzipped the younger's jeans. "You're almost off the edge and I'm not even naked,"

Seungri didn't retaliate. He'd lose to his retorts anyway, so instead he used two hands to rip the pants off the other and quickly shoved his crotch onto the older's.

"Oh god," Jiyong said, breath hitching. He pulled Seungri's neck to his lips, licking and leaving sloppy kisses all over his mandible and setting camp all over his artery, pulse vibrating as he claimed the spot with his lips.

"Touch me," Jiyong murmured over his throat, his fingers creeping dangerously along his hips. Seungri obeyed, because that's what he does, slipping his hand inside cotton and lying his palm flat against the underside of Jiyong's dick, stroking the bumpy vein with his fingertips. He swallowed a moan, letting the breath out in Seungri's ear as he coiled the towel underneath them between his fingers.

Seungri enclosed his palm around the newly found erection, and continued to stroke it, sweat forming on his upper lip in pleasure of seeing Jiyong getting hot and bothered. His own blood was going at a steady rate down south, and Jiyong squealed when Seungri's erection poked his thigh.

"Go lower," Jiyong ordered hoarsely, pushing the younger from his shoulders.

"Nuh-uh, I'm coming closer," he replied out of breath.

"I thought this was my treat," Jiyong said defensively. "Now go lower and suck me,"

Seungri rolled his eyes and slipped downwards, bodies slightly damp with sweat. Jiyong giggled smugly at him, proudly bucking his hips and supporting them with his hands. Seungri didn't even bother to go slowly, engulfing half of him into his mouth. It was more of a rivalry annoyance than love making, but this how they were and old habits die hard.

Jiyong keened, punching the sand, and pressing the back of Seungri's head in deeper and deeper, hearing him cough and gag all the way. It was funny really, but laughing wasn't on his mind as he mouthed obscenities and swears, feeling his thighs shaking and his insides coiling.

The younger's tongue swirled all around him, and his cries of agony made him smirk. Jiyong had no basis to get offended, his writhing body never complained. He then slowly backed away, licking precum on the way out, and leaving cotton kisses on his inner thighs.

"You gonna use spit or what?" Jiyong asked, red in the face, his hands shaking vigorously as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

"There's lube in the picnic basket," Seungri said calmly, raising himself on his arms and blindly reaching for said bottle.

"Fuck you!" Jiyong yelped, his hand missing Seungri's cheek as he aimed to slap him. "You did plan this, no one carries lube with them on romantic nights out unless they're gonna have sex!"

"Sheesh, calm down, you're gonna bust an artery," Seungri retorted. "YG wouldn't want his little golden child to get hurt now, would he?"

"I should stop smoking," Jiyong panted, ignoring his snide remark. "I'm losing my breath way too quickly,"

"Then shut up!" Seungri yelled. "You're not supposed to think during sex,"

"Some choose to think beforehand, huh?"

"If I stick my dick in your mouth, would you shut up?"

"Stick it up my ass then we'll see!"

"OKAY THEN!"

"FINE! PREP ME!"

Seungri didn't hesitate, mainly because he was on edge, and also for the fact that Jiyong would shoot him down again with his remarks. He had an answer for everything and it got on his nerves. To annoy him, Seungri squirted the lube all over the older's chest in the shape of a heart, with an arrow going through it.

Jiyong lowered his chin to look at it, scoffing girlishly. "Oh, so now we're acting cute,"

"It's romantic!" Seungri defended, dipping his finger into his artwork, and coating it fully.

"Coming from you it isn't,"

"This is the appreciation I was talking about,"

Oh well. Seungri poked a finger inside him, and Jiyong squirmed and released a noise from the back of his throat. It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

"Man, you're tight," Seungri panted. Jiyong bit his lip and didn't comment, fingers digging into the younger's skin. "Relax,"

Seungri inserted a second digit and Jiyong yelped. "Come on Ji, just suck it in, it will - are you crying?"

Seungri couldn't help the smile creeping onto his face, as he watched a tear fall from the older's eye, the held back tears blurring his vision. "Shut up," Jiyong said shakily.

"Okay," he shrugged, and with half vengeance and half care, he inserted another finger, stretching them out and circling them, prodding and poking until Jiyong begged not to anymore.

"Dude, how do you expect me to fit in there?" he suddenly asked annoyed.

"Don't flatter yourself," Jiyong breathed. Seungri was amazed at how even when his brain wasn't fully functioning, there was still a part of it reserved for bombing him. It pissed him off, and he won't hear the end of this.

"Okay, on the count of three," Seungri said softly. Jiyong complied with a nod, holding onto the beach towel for support. "One," Jiyong counted.

Before 'two' rolled off his tongue, Seungri went in with one quick motion.

"You said three!" he cried.

"Shut up!" Seungri groaned back, feeling flushed. The heat and pressure was unbearable, and he almost felt sorry for laughing at Jiyong for crying. Now all he needed to do was move till the pressure becomes balanced. The key step was, how.

Seungri balanced his arms on either side of Jiyong's head, leaving kisses gingerly on his nose and his shut eyelids as he gently started to thrust. He tasted of sweat and salt and smelt like sea breeze, and for a few seconds, the pain was bearable. Even Jiyong seemed to relax, his brow smoothing as he adjusted. It's times like these that there is complete silence between them (and when they're eating), save for a shushed moan or a keen.

Jiyong moaned softly with each thrust, then suddenly silenced as Seungri kissed him. He decided to temporarily bury the hatchet and kissed him gently, biting onto his lower lip till he found his tongue and started sucking on it. The kind of kisses they had back before everything became for-granted. It felt and tasted sweet, Jiyong always did for some reason, and it gave Seungri butterflies.

Jiyong wrapped his arms around his waist, holding on firmly and desperately, as if he was cajoling to go on till the early hours of the day, just because it felt so good when their dicks were doing all the work. He started breathing deeply as he felt a wave of rush overtaking his whole body and pooling into his groin, with Seungri not far behind, judging from the pace of his thrusts.

"More, maknae," Jiyong whispered. "Come on,"

And he thrust and he thrust as the sky and land suddenly lost colour in front of his eyes, and the stars disappeared.

"Please," he whispered again. It was one of the rarest words that ever rolled off his tongue.

With a loud gasp, followed by a moan, Seungri felt his lower body go from underneath him, coming faster than expected, spilling himself inside him with no mercy. Jiyong almost came into his mouth as he feathered him with a kiss. They always had in line timing. Always.

Seungri collapsed on his side to avoid crushing him, entangling their legs as sand stuck to their sweat. Without a word and out of breath, Jiyong encircled his chest, resting his ear on his heart, as he took Seungri's palm and settling it over his own heart; beats tiny and erratic.

"Regret going out now?" Seungri asked, his eyelids becoming heavy.

"No," Jiyong panted. "I don't. But you know what?"

"What?"

"Youngbae was right," he yawned. "We need counselling,"

"Yeah, I know,"