AWE Drabble #39:Dream With You Forever

Jun 22, 2013 12:25


#39:Dream With You Forever
Pairing: 2Jong
Continuity: Right after the previous drabble


I want to hold your hand and walk like this forever.

On the third day of their honeymoon, the rain chased Jongin and Jongdae into one of the houses along the beach. It was pretty full of sand, but miraculously free of leaks and vermin. They shook out the sheets, brushed off the couches  and made themselves at home. Two days later they remained inside, going out to enjoy the water every now and then but coming inside to eat and sleep.

On the morning of the seventh day, Jongdae found himself being woken by a weight on his chest-not overly heavy, but enough for him to know that someone was leaning over him. He opened his eyes and caught Jongin’s look. Jongin wordlessly handed him his flower crown.

“Oh,” Jongdae said hoarsely, looking at the crown. Yesterday Jongin’s crown had wilted completely, but his crown still had a bit of green in the grasses. But now…“It’s wilted.”

Jongin gave him a sad look. “Do we have to go back now?”

Jongdae swallowed and cleared his throat. He didn’t want to leave yet. He missed his brothers, but he’d gotten so used to the quiet of living with one other person, the intimacy of having their own space and being able to do whatever they want, whenever they want. “Soon,” Jongdae said after a moment. He reached up and wound his arm around Jongin’s neck, pulling him back down and rolling him onto his side. Jongdae cuddled against Jongin’s chest and closed his eyes. “I want you to myself for a little while longer.”

Jongin’s arms wrapped around his waist and held him close, hands smoothing his shirt down at the back where it had ridden up. “It’s pretty nice today,” he said softly, kissing Jongdae’s forehead. “Want to go swimming?”

Jongdae grinned sleepily. “Sure,” he mumbles. “In a little while…”

Jongdae didn’t wind up going back to sleep, not really. He dozed for a little while but was more interested in the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach, so he finally made himself get up and start the day. He and Jongin went into the kitchen and scrounged together a decent breakfast, and then they put together some water, changed into swimming clothes (still wet from the day before) and headed for the beach.

Jongin was the first one in the water, dashing through the waves and diving headfirst below the surface. Jongdae got distracted along the way by some pretty interesting shells but eventually found his way into the water. It was warmer than it should have been, which was due to the pollution, but it was still chillier than bath water and Jongdae shivered.

“Just go right under!” Jongin yelled, “You’ll get used to it faster!”

Jongdae sighed but decided to follow Jongin’s advice and get it over with, quickly ducking under. He came up quickly and shook the hair from his face.

“It’s still cold!” he complained.

“So swim!” Jongin laughed.

In all honesty neither of them were particularly good swimmers, but they had fun anyway. The waves weren’t too bad, and they were perfect for riding into shore. Kris said it was called body surfing, and Jongdae supposed that made sense. After only a few minutes Jongdae got even colder, and Jongin swam over to him and hugged him close.

“That’s better,” Jongdae sighed as he pressed closer. “You’re really very warm.”

Jongin sighed and kissed Jongdae’s cheek. “You’re pretty warm too…even if your lips are blue.”

“They are not!” Jongdae cried indignantly, pulling back to see Jongin giving him a teasing look.

“Oh, you’re right,” he said. “My bad, let me make it up to you…”

He went in for a kiss and Jongdae tipped his head back, parting his lips as Jongin swept his tongue across them. Jongdae slipped his hands under Jongin’s shirt and walked his fingers up Jongin’s spine, grinning as his husband shivered under his touch. Jongdae splayed his fingers out on Jongin’s shoulder blades and then flexed them, his nails lightly scratching the skin. Jongin moaned and nipped Jongdae’s lip, and Jongdae’s head spun a little at the pressure of his teeth. At one point Jongdae was knocked forward a little by the waves, and pressed hard enough against Jongin to feel his half-hard cock against his thigh.

“Back to the house?” Jongdae asked breathlessly.

“Please,” Jongin laughed, taking Jongdae by the hand.

They were impatient, crashing through the door of their house with their lips still attached, tripping over the floor mat and laughing breathlessly at themselves. Jongin latched onto Jongdae’s neck and bit down, Jongdae moaned weakly and backed against a wall, pulling Jongin closer. Jongin bit down harder and Jongdae arched into him, digging his nails into Jongin’s hips. Jongin moaned and kissed his way up Jongdae’s neck to kiss him again, licking teasingly into Jongdae’s mouth. They parted only when they removed their shirts, tossing them down on the floor. They stumbled into the bedroom, kicking off their shorts along the way, falling naked and wet on the bed.

“We should have dried off,” Jongin panted as Jongdae kissed down his chest, wrinkling his nose slightly at the taste of sea salt.

“Probably,” Jongdae agreed, “But who has time for that?”

Jongin laughed and traced Jongdae’s hip bones. “Not us, obviously,” he laughed. Jongdae rolled them over and straddled Jongin’s waist, leaning down to kiss him slowly, smirking as Jongin rocked his hips up. Jongdae pulled back, smirk still on his face, and slowly trailed his fingertips down Jongin’s chest and stomach, stopping just above his naval…and then he got up and went to get the lubricant.

“Hyung,” Jongin whined, rolling onto his side and watching Jongdae forlornly. “That’s not fair!”

Jongdae rolled his eyes. “You only call me hyung when you want something from me,” he scolded, trying not to show how much the word really affected him. “Rude. My husband is rude,” he sighed as he came back to bed, dropping the tube on Jongin’s face. Jongin easily caught it though, which defeated the whole purpose.

“So,” Jongin asked casually as Jongdae clambered over him. “How are we going to do this?”

Jongdae had been thinking about this for a while, and from their previous position…Jongin looked so…sexy on his back, arms under his head…or over his head…flushing as Jongdae teased him…

“I want to ride you,” Jongdae said, his voice lower than he expected. Jongin’s eyes widened and Jongdae felt himself go a little light headed as what felt like all the blood in his body rushed south. “Can I?” He asked.

Jongin smiled and nodded. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely, “Yeah, you…go on.”

Jongdae grinned and grabbed the lube out of Jongin’s hand. “I want to do it,” he said. Jongin flushed a little and Jongdae settled on his hips once more, noticing how Jongin gripped the sheets on the bed tightly. “Is that alright?”

“Yes,” Jongin managed.

Jongdae held Jongin’s gaze as he slicked up a finger and pressed it into himself. It was a little weird, Jongdae had never done this himself. Or at least, not with Kai watching him, but he found he rather liked it. He felt a little more in control, taking in how the slightest sound he made seemed to get Jongin even more riled up, hands clenched tight on the sheets and his eyes sweeping Jongdae’s body. Jongdae could feel Jongin’s hips twitching, his legs shifting and he pressed his free hand on Jongin’s stomach. “Don’t move,” he gasped as he pushed in a third finger. “And don’t even think of touching yourself.”

Jongin groaned and his head fell back. “You’re just unfairly attractive,” he sighed, quickly lifting his head again to watch. Jongdae flushed with pleasure under Jongin’s gaze, he was mesmerized, which meant Jongdae had to be doing something right. Jongin untangled one hand from the sheets and traced his fingers up Jongdae’s thigh, barely touching his skin.

“Now who’s being unfair?” He whined as he twitched away-Jongin knew he was ticklish. To distract both of them Jongdae twisted the fingers inside himself and he gasped, ending in a low whine. Jongin’s hand fell back on the sheets, but Jongdae was too distracted to notice his victory.

“Fuck,” Jongin swore as Jongdae scissored his fingers. “This is…damn, Jongdae you’re so sexy…”

Jongdae laughed and finally removed his fingers, whimpering a little. “I should hope you would think your husband is sexy,” he purred as he wrapped slick fingers around Jongin’s cock and stroked. Jongin gasped and rolled his hips up, and Jongdae allowed it for a moment before removing his hand and pushing him down.

“Don’t move,” He mumbled, “I’ll…need a minute.”

Jongin’s gaze softened and he brushed his hand over Jongdae’s hip, caressing the sharp ridge. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured. “Take your time.”

Jongdae bit his lip as he positioned himself over Jongin’s cock and slowly slid down, gasping slightly. He could get used to the stretch, it was the heat that always seemed to catch him off guard. His legs shook and he braced his hands on Jongin’s chest, panting as he slid down a little more.

Jongin’s grip on Jongdae’s hip tightened. “Fucking hell,” he hissed, “You’re so tight, like you haven’t…you should have let me prep you, your fingers are too short…” Jongdae dug his nails into Jongin’s chest and he cut off with a grunt. “Ouch,” he whined.

“It’s not that bad,” Jongdae gasped as he slid down a little more, “I don’t mind this.”

Jongdae could see that Jongin was having a tough time focusing, trying so hard not to buck up, and he panted out another question. “Doesn’t it…hurt?”

Jongdae was also having a hard time keeping focus, but he managed to answer. “It’s more…it’s uncomfortable,” he managed as Jongin’s cock slid completely into him. “But you feel so good,” he sighed, his head tipped back and mouth slightly open, “I don’t mind.”

After a few moments Jongin squirmed under him, shifting his hips and Jongdae felt a spike of pleasure shoot up his spine.

“Okay,” he gasped, “Moving now.” He rose up and slid back down, groaning as Jongin dug his nails into his thighs. Jongdae bit down on his lip to stifle a moan. The burn hadn’t completely faded but Jongdae knew that it wouldn’t last and he knew how to focus on other sensations, such as Jongin’s hand sliding up his thigh and fingers tracing his belly…Jongin knew how he liked to be touched, knew when to roll his hips up and how to make Jongdae whimper and gasp.

After a moment Jongin pushed himself up into a sitting position, which meant that Jongdae was doing all the work now. “Brat,” Jongdae accused even as he gripped Jongin’s shoulders for leverage, fairly slamming his hips down and moving faster.

“You love me for it,” Jongin moaned, kissing Jongdae before he could protest, sliding his tongue into his mouth, tasting him. Jongdae shivered and whimpered as Jongin’s teeth scrapped his lip. Jongin pulled away and nipped Jongdae’s sharp jaw, down his throat, along his collarbones. Jongdae sobbed and gripped Jongin’s hips with his thighs, pace stuttering.

“Jongin, please,” he sobbed, “I can’t…”

Jongin wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked gently. “Come on baby,” he whispered, and that was all it took. As his orgasm slammed through him, Jongin flipped him over and thrust into him even harder, and Jongdae gasped and clung to Jongin’s shoulders, panting into his neck. When he bit down Jongin came too, stifling a moan in the pillow under Jongdae’s head.

It was several minutes before they moved again, Jongin pulling out and lying down next to Jongdae, nuzzling his temple. Jongdae nudged Jongin’s arms around him, their legs tangled together, neither of them paying heed to the sweat and come drying on their skin. It was gross, no doubt about it, but if they moved then they would have to leave.

“I’ll miss this,” Jongin said after a while.

“Sex?” Jongdae laughed. “Jongin, we don’t have to stop having sex, being with them has never stopped us before!” He suddenly pulled back and gave Jongin a fierce look. “Need I remind you about the mall?”

Jongin scoffed. “You enjoyed that.”

“I woke up to you sucking me off!” Jongdae cried, “I dare you to find anyone who wouldn’t like getting that kind of wake up from their lover!”

“But they were so close to us, anyone could have seen, I know,” Jongin sighed, and he kissed Jongdae’s cheek. “I’m sorry baby,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Jongdae groaned. “I know, I forgive you,” he sighed, snuggling closer.

“You smell like sex,” Jongin muttered.

“Gee, I wonder why,” Jongdae sniped.

They both laughed at that, and Jongin looked up at Jongdae pleadingly. “Do we really have to go now?” He asked, his hand skirting up and down Jongdae’s ribs.

Jongdae pretended to think it over. “I suppose I can justify one more round,” he said, “But only if I get to have you.”

“You’ve always had me,” Jongin teased.

“You know what I mean,” Jongdae laughed, and Jongin rolled onto his back and threw out his arms.

“Take me,” he cried dramatically. “I’m yours.”

One more round turned into three more, and then the sun was rising again and it had been 24 hours since they should have left.
“I can’t move,” Jongin whined, holding his hand up to block the sun. “No way…I’m too tired to teleport your butt back to the others…it’s nap time.”

Jongdae agreed, he was pretty sore and he really didn’t want to go. “Maybe we’ll just…” he began, but he cut himself off.

“Hmm?” Jongin asked sleepily, already halfway to dreamland.

Jongdae waited until the rise and fall of Jongin’s chest evened out and his lips parted slightly as his jaw went slack. Only then did he lightly trace his husband’s jaw and allow his eyes to tear slightly.

“Maybe we will just stay here forever,” he whispered. “Just like you wanted. Maybe we’ll never leave this place, maybe we’ll stay here, where time is frozen and…and nothing hurts. Maybe it can be you and me, forever, like this.”

The idea was certainly attractive. No Tree to care for, no roads to walk, no future generation to think about. Just the two of them, loving each other, lost in each other…

Lost.

Jongdae shook himself out of his thoughts. No, they couldn’t do that. Not just yet anyway. Maybe far in the future, when there were more Guardians and the dark force on their home planet had been done away with for good. But now they had their brothers, they had a job to do. This was not the time to think about abandoning their roles. However it didn’t mean that this dream was unattainable, it would just take some time. And they had quite a bit of time to be together.

Jongdae managed to doze for a while, and when he woke up sweating in the hot house and feeling gross with sweat and other bodily fluids, he nudged Jongin up and into the shower, and then they gathered all their things together (they had to cut down on their shell collection-it wasn’t easy having to carry all their possessions on their backs). It was time to say goodbye to their honeymoon.

Jongdae went to the window that overlooked the beach, etching the scenery into his head. Jongin came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“We’ll come back someday,” Jongin said. “This place is too beautiful not to revisit.”

Jongdae hummed in approval and clasped Jongin’s hand. “I want to show you something,” he said. “Look right out in front of you.” Jongdae focused on a spot on the sand, and then he gathered his energy, feeling the air around them crackle. A lightning bolt flashed down from the sky, hitting a spot on the sand.

Jongin gasped, “That was…beautiful…” he said wonderingly. Jongdae so rarely displayed his gift outside of a lightning storm.

Jongdae grinned. “Wait until you see what it made.”

“Huh?”

After a little while, Jongdae led Jongin outside and onto the beach, over to where the lightning had hit. He brushed the sand aside to reveal a tube-shaped object.

“What is it?” Jongin asked as Jongdae held it up. It was hollow, about six inches long, almost pink in color, with many branch-like structures bursting out of the center.

“It’s called fulgurite,” Jongdae explained. “Also known as petrified lightning. It’s what happens when lightning strikes sand, fusing the metals in it together. I’ve only done this once before, but I thought that this might be a nice keepsake of our time together.”

He held out to Jongin, who took it gingerly. “It’s not going to break,” Jongdae assured. “This thing is strong, it will stand the test of being hauled all over this planet.”

“Kind of like us,” Jongin said.

“Except we’re much prettier,” Jongdae corrected, and Jongin laughed so hard he nearly fell over.

“Okay,” Jongin gasped when he caught his breath. “Shall we go home?”

“About time!” Sehun cried when Jongin and Jongdae reappeared before him. The group had camped out in a large house while they waited for the return of the newlyweds, and Sehun was the only one in the front hall at the time. “We were beginning to wonder if you were ever coming back,” he continued, giving them a hard look.

“Of course we were coming back!” Jongin cried, nearly crushing his oldest friend in a tight hug. “We’ll never leave you guys!”

“I HEAR CHEN AND KAI!!” They heard Kyungsoo shout, and in a few seconds he was skidding into the doorway. Upon seeing them he shrieked with glee. “YOU’RE BACK! GUYS, THEY’RE BACK!”

Jongdae braced himself for the onslaught of hugs and welcome greetings, and Jongin leaned over to whisper, with a smile on his face, “Yeah, I definitely missed this.”

STICK A FORK IN ME I’M DONE ASDFGHJKL /hides in shame/ YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME TO WRITE THIS-THIS TOOK FOREVERRRRR
Oh yeah so Fulgurite is a real thing
http://www.roger-russell.com/lightning/fulgurite3.jpg
http://www.gemstonesadvisor.com/wp-content/uploads/Fulgurite-branch.jpg
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fulgurite
And as I said to the lovely rainiedayze146, I welcome you to 2Jong! Sadly we are a broke ship and we don't give out membership jackets, but we can give you a lot of feels!

(Title and that line up on the top taken from SNSD's song "Forever". IT FITS THIS DRABBLE PERFECTLY!!!)

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*story!at world's end, rated r

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