Behind the Sea → for seafogs
Title: Behind the Sea
Recipient: seafogs
Pairing(s): Minseok/Jongdae, mentions of Kyuhyun/Minseok and Junmyeon/Kyungsoo.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Swearing, nudity, (slight?) pwp.
Word count: ~3700 words.
Summary: In which Minseok puts up a tent and s'mores isn't proper food.
The sun is starting to set as Minseok drives off the main road. The sun that previously had been burning his face is now set on frying his neck and while it hurts like fuck, Minseok thinks of it as an improvement. After all, it will look weird if only his face is tanned, or more like sunburnt at this point.
Next to him, in the passenger seat, Jongdae is fast asleep. Only fifteen minutes into their four hour drive, Jongdae had tilted his head sideways and fallen asleep. Even though he had claimed that he was wide awake and ready for their “road trip of awesome”, as he had put it. Jongdae's position looks really painful, Minseok thinks. His head is cradled against his shoulder, and his entire body is tilted sideways towards the center console of the car. Jongdae's neck would probably hurt like a bitch when he woke up.
Minseok's eyes are burning from the lack of sleep, but the fourth can of red bull he's on is helping. There is also a travel mug resting in the cup holder in the center console, prepared for him by Kyungsoo. Minseok had gotten up at ass o'clock, expecting the dorm to be empty as he left, but Kyungsoo, to his surprise (but not really because it was Kyungsoo) had gotten up as Minseok had been in the shower, brewing coffee and making sandwiches for both him and Jongdae. Minseok had been speechless, but Kyungsoo had sent him off with a smile.
For the fifth time that morning, Minseok feels the urge to text Junmyeon and tell him that he really got himself a keeper.
Next to him, Jongdae sighs softly and smacks his lips, a soft smile shaping out on his lips as he wiggles further into the seat. He's still asleep.
The humid air in the car makes Minseok's shirt stick to his back, sweat trailing down the sides of his face. Minseok sweats easily and this heat doesn't help him at all. The seats in his car are all made out of the same cheap faux leather, so after almost four hours of driving it feels like he's permanently glued to the seat.
The forest they're driving through is growing denser and denser for each kilometer, and Minseok doesn't really remember this road. The familiar feel he had earlier is completely gone, and he wonders if they're lost. It has been four years since he last drove this way and absolutely nothing about this is familiar. To be quite honest it wasn't actually him who drove, but that's really not of importance.
He considers waking up Jongdae, because he was supposed to be the guide, being much better at reading maps than Minseok, but he doesn't have the heart to wake him up.
However, when it seems like he has to find a place to turn, the forest clears up and Minseok finally recognizes his surroundings. The spaces between the trees grows graduately wider and after five minutes, Minseok is completely sure of where they are.
A bit further down the road, a small parking spot approaches them on the right side, and Minseok relaxes. He parks in the corner of the parking spot - furthest away from the road. From what Minseok remembers, the road is barely used but it won't hurt to be careful, leaving the car somewhat out of sight.
Minseok kills the engine, puts the car in free and pulls up the hand brake for good measure. He looks over at Jongdae who's still as asleep as ever, looking the most peaceful Minseok has seen him in years.
Silently he slips out of the car, shutting the door without making too much noise. He opens the trunk carefully, dodging Jongdae's backpack that comes tumbling out. There's no chance in hell that he'll manage to carry all of their shit by himself so he settles for the tent, his backpack and one of the two thermal bags. He leaves the trunk open as he figures that Jongdae will wake up soon.
On the opposite side of the parking spot, there's a clearing and a hill that leads down to a beach. Minseok drops the bags and takes a second to take in the beauty around him. It has been years since he previously visited this place. It had been a sort-of graduation trip slash gift from Kyuhyun, his boyfriend at the time.
They had been a group of seven people, and it was still one of Minseok's most treasured memories. Memories from two weeks they spent swimming, barbequing and just existing. Jongdae had been bedridden with chicken pox and thus unable to join them. Minseok had sent him a lot of MMS' and had only gotten sad smileys in return.
Minseok smiles at the memory as he grabs the bag containing the tent. While he empties its contents on the grass, Minseok suddenly remembers that he never has put up a tent in his life. Last time it had been Kyuhyun and Hakyeon who had put it up while Taekwoon, Henry and himself had been looking for wood for their campfire.
“How hard can it be,” Minseok says to himself as he grabs the green ground sheet, folding it out on the ground. Scattered around Minseok is also a bunch of small metal pegs and five long tent poles that probably belong to the tent as well. He figuratively pulls up his sleeves - he's wearing a tank top - and gets to work.
Fifteen minutes later, Minseok is sweating fucking everywhere and the tent is looking nothing like Minseok remembers it should look like. It doesn't look like a tent at all, in fact it looks more like a nest or a spaceship than anything simiar to a tent. He grabs the cloth and gives it a few angry shakes but it only makes matters worse, and the tent poles are sticking out everywhere.
“Fuck this shit,” Minseok growls, kicking the mess of a tent away. He rips open the thermal bag with more force that necessary and grabs a can of diet Coke, chugging down half the contents in one go. He leaves the tent behind with not so much as a glance before he heads down to the beach.
Minseok lets the silence fall over him, settle into his limbs as he tries to calm down. It's silly to become furious over something so petty as setting up a tent, but he's tired and hungry to boot so he feels he has the right to be a little mad. The smell of the salty sea fills his nostrils as he inhales deeply, keeping the air in his lungs before he exhales slowly. The setting sun is still warm against his skin.
Slowly but surely he feels the angry pounding of blood in his ears slow down and after a short while his pulse, and temper, is back to normal. It's only then Minseok really takes in the scenery. The colors are strong because spring just shifted into summer, and the greens and blues are so clear. Everything is in full bloom.
“It's beautiful,” says a voice behind him. Minseok only hums as Jongdae settles down in the sand next to him. Jongdae leans his body against Minseok's, head resting on his shoulder. The silence fill the air again, but Minseok doesn't mind. What Minseok likes about their relationship is that they can really enjoy the silence sometimes without things feeling awkward. Normally, Jongdae is a really talkative person, especially if he's with his two best friends. Together they're like hyenas; laughing and yelling non stop. Minseok likes that Jongdae, but he also likes the Jongdae that's leaning heavily against him silently.
“So,” Jongdae starts, removing himself from Minseok's side to lean a bit forward to be able to see Minseok's face. Minseok looks at him expectantly.
“Yes?”
“You tried to put up the tent, huh?” the corners of Jongdae's lips curls up into a small, smug smile. Minseok's eyes narrows.
“Yes.”
The muscles in Jongdae's face twitches and Minseok can clearly see that he's fighting against the urge to laugh in Minseok's face.
“Well you failed.” And then Jongdae isn't able to contain his laughter anymore. It trills out of his mouth, loud and obnoxious. Jongdae slaps Minseok's shoulder as he laughs, face beaming. A part of Minseok - a big part of Minseok - can't stay mad at him.
“Shut up,” Minseok snaps but there's no real bite in his words. He punches Jongdae's shoulder half-heartedly, which makes Jongdae's grin widen.
“It's ok,” Jongdae says as he climbs into Minseok's lap, thighs settling down on each side of Minseok's own, his bare knees digging into the sand. Jongdae kisses him then, lips soft, warm. Minseok kisses back, hands finding their way to Jongdae's hips, thumb running over the hard outline of his hipbones through his flimsy shirt. Jongdae's hands grabs onto Minseok's shoulders, palms resting lightly against Minseok's bare skin.
When they pull away, a warmth fills Minseok's body as Jongdae grins lazily at him, eyes hooded. Minseok runs his hands up Jongdae's arms, stopping to thumb at the small creases in his skin from where the safety belt has been pushing against his skin.
“I fixed the tent so we won't have to sleep outside tonight,” Jongdae murmurs. His face is still somewhat swollen from sleep, cheeks pink and eyes glazed slightly over. He's still so beautiful. Minseok cups Jongdae's face with his hands, bringing him closer until their lips meet again. This time, Minseok coaxes Jongdae's mouth open by running his tongue over Jongdae's pink bottom lip.
Jongdae lets out a small gasp as Minseok's tongue enters his mouth, and Minseok smiles at the soft sound. He runs the pads of his thumbs against the soft skin of Jongdae's cheeks.
“You were thinking gross, mushy thoughts again weren't you?” Jongdae asks against Minseok's mouth, hands grabbing Minseok's hair. Minseok just hums and continues kissing him. He lets his hands trail down Jongdae's face, over his shoulders and down his back, ending up on the small of Jongdae's back. His fingers slip under Jongdae's shirt, thumbs finding the small dimples on his back.
It's Minseok who has to pull away first, his lungs screaming at him, dizziness flirting with his brain. Jongdae has a singer's lungs, which he always brags about especially during make out sessions, and is breathing much slower than Minseok.
Minseok looks fondly up at Jongdae until Jongdae looks back at him.
“Ok I think that's enough,” Jongdae says, climbing off of Minseok's lap. Minseok grabs at Jongdae's limbs, but to no avail as Jongdae smacks his hands away. He fights the urge to pout at him.
“Come on hyung.” Jongdae offers Minseok his hands, which he after a few sulky moments accepts. Jongdae pulls Minseok up from the sand, even brushing away the clingy pieces of sand stuck to his shorts. “I'm starting to get hungry.”
When Minseok has gotten a fire going (it's a skill he is rather proud of), Jongdae starts to dig out heaps of food from the thermal bag, wondering out loud what they are going to eat.
“I want smores,” Minseok chimes from his place by the campfire. He adds another twig to the fire, watching as it grows larger. The darkness has slowly started to settle in the woods, dusk upon them as the sun barely reaches over the horizon. Jongdae has changed into sweatpants, but Minseok has always run a bit warm so he's not bothered by the slight chill.
“Smores is not food, Minseok hyung,” Jongdae chides idly, head more or less buried in the thermal bag.
Jongdae joins Minseok with a couple of sandwiches wrapped in aluminium foil which he dumps unceremoniously into the ember, out of direct fire. He hands Minseok a bottle of water, but not before taking a few swallows from it himself. Jongdae grins at him, and Minseok leans forward to brush stray droplets of water away from his chin.
It doesn't take long before the sandwiches are done, and shortly after, they're both muching ham and cheese sandwiches and chugging down water because the bread is still piping hot, but they don't have the patience to wait. They are absolutely delicious, made with cheddar and mozarella cheese and spiced just right.
“I didn't know you could make sandwiches, hyung,” Jongdae says, a gleam in his eyes. Minseok sticks his cheese-covered tongue out at him. “Ewww! Gross!” Jongdae laughs.
“I didn't make them. Kyungsoo did,” Minseok informs him, taking another bite. Jongdae grins, food still in his mouth.
“Knew it.” Jongdae says easily, pointing at Minseok with his sandwich. “Kyungsoo would get out of his way to make sure anyone has huge amounts of food on them. He's such a mom.”
“Don't let him hear you say it though.” Jongdae's eyes turn into crescents as he laughs.
“I'd rather take a bath with a shark,” he chuckles into his sandwich, and Minseok agrees with him. Despite his small size and cute looks, Kyungsoo packed a painful punch and was not to be fooled with. Minseok had experienced that first-hand.
Minseok groans as he falls onto his back, petting his aching tummy. He had devoured three sandwiches by himself and was now so full that if somebody even mentioned mozarella cheese, he'd throw up. He watches upside down as Jongdae climbed out of the tent, now wearing a hoodie in addition to his sweatpants.
“Here,” he says as he walks over to Minseok, sitting down next to him. A hoodie is dropped on his chest, along with a pack of crackers and some chocolate. Jongdae has a pack of his own in his hands as he creeps closer to the fire, a stick in his hand.
“What are you doing?” Minseok asks, looking from the crackers on his chest, to Jongdae. Jongdae lifts up the plastic bag; marshmallows.
“Don't you want s'mores anymore?” Jongdae asks, raising an eyebrow at him. Minseok's eyes widen and he sits up quickly; too quickly for his stuffed stomach that aches in warning. He lets out another pained groan as he hunches over, rubbing his slightly swollen stomach.
Jongdae coos at him and leans over to rub at his stomach. “My poor Minseokie hyung.”
Minseok rolls over and falls into Jongdae's lap. Jongdae grunts slightly at the weight, but starts to laugh as Minseok whimpers piteously. “Don't laugh at me. It seriously hurts.”
“Well it's not my fault that you had to wolf down three hot sandwiches now is it?” Jongdae says, a small smirk playing on his lips. Minseok just groans in reply, burying his face in Jongdae's cotton clad thigh. Minseok remains there, lying in Jongdae's lap, occasionally breaking crackers and chocolate so they could make proper s'mores.
It was fully dark, and if Minseok had a watch, it would say that midnight was upon them. Save for the campfire they had no source of light. So there they were, in the middle of the forest in nowhere South Korea, eating s'mores from each other's fingers, licking chocholate and melted marshmallow from rough fingertips.
After devouring marshmallows, crackers and chocolate, they remain in their spots, looking at the dying fire.
“Could you just-” Jongdae starts, shoving at Minseok's shoulder until he gets the picture and lifts himself up from Jongdae's lap. He doesn't quite get what Jongdae wants until Jongdae lies down on grass too, just inches away from Minseok.
Jongdae looks gorgeous in the glow from the campfire, the orange from the fire giving making it look like his skin glows like the sun. His beautiful eyes look like liquid amber, shining like the most precious treasures on a king's crown.
“You're doing it again,” Jongdae deadpans, eyes judging him.
“Doing what?” Minseok says, trying to act confused but the silly smile on his face is giving him away. Jongdae rolls his eyes at him, reaching out to punch him, just for show, on the arm.
“Don't play cute,” Jongdae told him, a smile on his lips.
“I'll leave that up to you then,” Minseok grinned as he shortened the distance between them and kissed Jongdae. Minseok swears he hears Jongdae mutter something just seconds before their lips press together, but he can't for the life of him hear what he said.
Not that it matters anyway. Not when Jongdae is responding eagerly, smiling into the kiss. It starts out slow, closed lips and fluttering touches, until Jongdae slips his cold hands under the hem of Minseok's hoodie. Minseok gasps at the cold feeling of Jongdae's fingers against his warm skin, and Jongdae uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into Minseok's mouth.
It's getting frenzied, fast. Jongdae has pulled down Minseok's shorts and his own sweatpants, and they're busy rutting frenzied against each other. Their kissing has creased, more panting into each other mouths than anything resembling a kiss.
Jongdae still looks beautifull like this; kiss-swollen lips, pink cheeks and dark eyelashes resting against high cheekbones. He has his head bent back in pure pleasure as his cock rubs against Minseok's hip. Minseok's own cock is leaking against Jongdae's thigh, but it's not enough.
“Hold on,” Minseok pants as he sits up. He kicks off his shorts which are tangled around his ankles. They end up dangerously close to the fire, but Minseok can't bring himself to care. Quickly he pulls Jongdae's sweatpants off his legs, throwing them in the direction of the tent, probably missing by a long shot.
“What are you-” Jongdae begins breathlessly, but looks rather pleased as he sees Minseok lie down close to his crotch. He gets the picture and inches closer to Minseok's cock, using a hand to guide it into his mouth. Minseok spreads his legs slightly so Jongdae can rest his head on Minseok's thigh, taking the strain off his neck. Jongdae mirrors Minseok's movements, and soon they're lying bent in towards each other.
Minseok grabs Jongdae's cock, licking at the precome beading on the red crown before taking it into his mouth. The moan Jongdae lets out vibrates through Minseok's cock and up his spine. It feels like every nerve in Minseok's body is on fire as Jongdae tongues the slit; tongue swirling around the head before Jongdae takes Minseok in as far as he's able to.
“Shit, Jongdae,” Minseok curses, lips pressed against the head of Jongdae's cock, eyes closed. The feeling of Jongdae's gag reflex working against his cock feels like heaven and hell, all at once. He feels that familiar warmth pool in his lower abdomen, the muscles in his back tightening and he knows he'll come soon, too fast.
So Minseok speeds up, sucking Jongdae's cock into his mouth, hand working where his mouth can't reach. Jongdae is heavy on his tongue, precome leaking into his mouth, mixing with his saliva. He feels Jongdae's thigh tremble underneath him, small whimpers leaving his swollen lips.
With some effort, Minseok slips a hand through Jongdae's legs, running it up over his perineum and up to his rim. Minseok traces his index finger over the pucker, tapping it against Jongdae's entrance. The moan Jongdae lets out is akin to a mewl; long and high pitched. It makes Minseok's toes curl.
It feels like Minseok is going to explode. It's only the head of his cock that's inside Jongdae's mouth , pressing against the velvety soft cheek. Jongdae's tongue is licking over that sensitve spot just underneath the crown of Minseok's cock. Minseok takes one second to look down and that's it. He inhales sharply as he comes on Jongdae's tongue. His entire body tightens like a string, muscles quivering as the orgasm wrecks through his body. Jongdae's hand working up his shaft until he comes down from his high.
Minseok is not sure how long he lies there, listening to his heartbeat thrumming. He comes to himself when Jongdae slaps his thigh, whimpering: “hyung please.”
“Yeah, hold on. I got you,” Minseok rasps as he gets on his wobbly knees. He coaxes Jongdae up on his knees, chest pressed into the soft grass. He settles between Jongdae's open legs, using his hands to part Jongdae's cheeks.
Normally, Minseok would drag this out, but for once he felt merciful and cut straight to the case. He runs the flat of his tongue over Jongdae's rim once, twice, licking up to the small of his back and down to the soft skin behind his balls. Jongdae keens as Minseok licks heavily against his entrance, tongue pressing but not quite slipping past the tight ring of muscle.
“Minseok hyung, please please,” Jongdae rambles, face pressed into his arm. Minseok nods even though Jongdae can't see him and grabs Jongdae's leaking cock with one hand, flicking his wrist in time with the insistent licks of his tongue.
And when Minseok's tongue finally pushes into Jongdae, he comes with a shout, ribbons of come tainting Minseok's hand, as well as the grass underneath him. Minseok continues to milk the come out of him until Jongdae's back starts to tremble, and he collapses into his own come. Minseok laughs softly, but shuts up once Jongdae manages to open his eyes enough to glare at him.
How they manage to stumble into the tent is still a mystery to Minseok, but they settle into the same sleeping bag, teeth unbrushed and come still splattered across various body parts. Jongdae has to get up right before they manage to settle in properly.
“The car is still open!” he exclaims as he crawls out of the tent as naked as the day he was born. Minseok has to laugh at this, and is still chuckling when Jongdae comes back. He settles back into Minseok's sleeping bag, his cool skin a welcome change from the suffocating warmth of the sleeping bag.
“We're going to be sweaty as hell tomorrow,” Minseok comments as Jongdae lies down facing him.
“I vote for skinny dipping first ting tomorrow morning,” Jongdae says, reaching over to lace their fingers together, a beautiful smile on his face. Minseok beams back as he worms closer to Jongdae, pressing their foreheads together before he places a kiss on Jongdae's lips.
“My mouth tastes like your dick,” Jongdae mumbles against Minseok's cheek, and they both crack up into high pitched, breathless laughter that fills the tent and scares off every animal close by.
Author’s note: Dear seafogs, I hope this was akin to what you wanted. I'm so sorry it only was a day instead of a week but I hope you like it ^^. Thank you to my hollaback girl for reading through at the last minute. Title from P!ATD's song Behind the Sea.
Recipient: seafogs
Pairing(s): Minseok/Jongdae, mentions of Kyuhyun/Minseok and Junmyeon/Kyungsoo.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Swearing, nudity, (slight?) pwp.
Word count: ~3700 words.
Summary: In which Minseok puts up a tent and s'mores isn't proper food.
The sun is starting to set as Minseok drives off the main road. The sun that previously had been burning his face is now set on frying his neck and while it hurts like fuck, Minseok thinks of it as an improvement. After all, it will look weird if only his face is tanned, or more like sunburnt at this point.
Next to him, in the passenger seat, Jongdae is fast asleep. Only fifteen minutes into their four hour drive, Jongdae had tilted his head sideways and fallen asleep. Even though he had claimed that he was wide awake and ready for their “road trip of awesome”, as he had put it. Jongdae's position looks really painful, Minseok thinks. His head is cradled against his shoulder, and his entire body is tilted sideways towards the center console of the car. Jongdae's neck would probably hurt like a bitch when he woke up.
Minseok's eyes are burning from the lack of sleep, but the fourth can of red bull he's on is helping. There is also a travel mug resting in the cup holder in the center console, prepared for him by Kyungsoo. Minseok had gotten up at ass o'clock, expecting the dorm to be empty as he left, but Kyungsoo, to his surprise (but not really because it was Kyungsoo) had gotten up as Minseok had been in the shower, brewing coffee and making sandwiches for both him and Jongdae. Minseok had been speechless, but Kyungsoo had sent him off with a smile.
For the fifth time that morning, Minseok feels the urge to text Junmyeon and tell him that he really got himself a keeper.
Next to him, Jongdae sighs softly and smacks his lips, a soft smile shaping out on his lips as he wiggles further into the seat. He's still asleep.
The humid air in the car makes Minseok's shirt stick to his back, sweat trailing down the sides of his face. Minseok sweats easily and this heat doesn't help him at all. The seats in his car are all made out of the same cheap faux leather, so after almost four hours of driving it feels like he's permanently glued to the seat.
The forest they're driving through is growing denser and denser for each kilometer, and Minseok doesn't really remember this road. The familiar feel he had earlier is completely gone, and he wonders if they're lost. It has been four years since he last drove this way and absolutely nothing about this is familiar. To be quite honest it wasn't actually him who drove, but that's really not of importance.
He considers waking up Jongdae, because he was supposed to be the guide, being much better at reading maps than Minseok, but he doesn't have the heart to wake him up.
However, when it seems like he has to find a place to turn, the forest clears up and Minseok finally recognizes his surroundings. The spaces between the trees grows graduately wider and after five minutes, Minseok is completely sure of where they are.
A bit further down the road, a small parking spot approaches them on the right side, and Minseok relaxes. He parks in the corner of the parking spot - furthest away from the road. From what Minseok remembers, the road is barely used but it won't hurt to be careful, leaving the car somewhat out of sight.
Minseok kills the engine, puts the car in free and pulls up the hand brake for good measure. He looks over at Jongdae who's still as asleep as ever, looking the most peaceful Minseok has seen him in years.
Silently he slips out of the car, shutting the door without making too much noise. He opens the trunk carefully, dodging Jongdae's backpack that comes tumbling out. There's no chance in hell that he'll manage to carry all of their shit by himself so he settles for the tent, his backpack and one of the two thermal bags. He leaves the trunk open as he figures that Jongdae will wake up soon.
On the opposite side of the parking spot, there's a clearing and a hill that leads down to a beach. Minseok drops the bags and takes a second to take in the beauty around him. It has been years since he previously visited this place. It had been a sort-of graduation trip slash gift from Kyuhyun, his boyfriend at the time.
They had been a group of seven people, and it was still one of Minseok's most treasured memories. Memories from two weeks they spent swimming, barbequing and just existing. Jongdae had been bedridden with chicken pox and thus unable to join them. Minseok had sent him a lot of MMS' and had only gotten sad smileys in return.
Minseok smiles at the memory as he grabs the bag containing the tent. While he empties its contents on the grass, Minseok suddenly remembers that he never has put up a tent in his life. Last time it had been Kyuhyun and Hakyeon who had put it up while Taekwoon, Henry and himself had been looking for wood for their campfire.
“How hard can it be,” Minseok says to himself as he grabs the green ground sheet, folding it out on the ground. Scattered around Minseok is also a bunch of small metal pegs and five long tent poles that probably belong to the tent as well. He figuratively pulls up his sleeves - he's wearing a tank top - and gets to work.
Fifteen minutes later, Minseok is sweating fucking everywhere and the tent is looking nothing like Minseok remembers it should look like. It doesn't look like a tent at all, in fact it looks more like a nest or a spaceship than anything simiar to a tent. He grabs the cloth and gives it a few angry shakes but it only makes matters worse, and the tent poles are sticking out everywhere.
“Fuck this shit,” Minseok growls, kicking the mess of a tent away. He rips open the thermal bag with more force that necessary and grabs a can of diet Coke, chugging down half the contents in one go. He leaves the tent behind with not so much as a glance before he heads down to the beach.
Minseok lets the silence fall over him, settle into his limbs as he tries to calm down. It's silly to become furious over something so petty as setting up a tent, but he's tired and hungry to boot so he feels he has the right to be a little mad. The smell of the salty sea fills his nostrils as he inhales deeply, keeping the air in his lungs before he exhales slowly. The setting sun is still warm against his skin.
Slowly but surely he feels the angry pounding of blood in his ears slow down and after a short while his pulse, and temper, is back to normal. It's only then Minseok really takes in the scenery. The colors are strong because spring just shifted into summer, and the greens and blues are so clear. Everything is in full bloom.
“It's beautiful,” says a voice behind him. Minseok only hums as Jongdae settles down in the sand next to him. Jongdae leans his body against Minseok's, head resting on his shoulder. The silence fill the air again, but Minseok doesn't mind. What Minseok likes about their relationship is that they can really enjoy the silence sometimes without things feeling awkward. Normally, Jongdae is a really talkative person, especially if he's with his two best friends. Together they're like hyenas; laughing and yelling non stop. Minseok likes that Jongdae, but he also likes the Jongdae that's leaning heavily against him silently.
“So,” Jongdae starts, removing himself from Minseok's side to lean a bit forward to be able to see Minseok's face. Minseok looks at him expectantly.
“Yes?”
“You tried to put up the tent, huh?” the corners of Jongdae's lips curls up into a small, smug smile. Minseok's eyes narrows.
“Yes.”
The muscles in Jongdae's face twitches and Minseok can clearly see that he's fighting against the urge to laugh in Minseok's face.
“Well you failed.” And then Jongdae isn't able to contain his laughter anymore. It trills out of his mouth, loud and obnoxious. Jongdae slaps Minseok's shoulder as he laughs, face beaming. A part of Minseok - a big part of Minseok - can't stay mad at him.
“Shut up,” Minseok snaps but there's no real bite in his words. He punches Jongdae's shoulder half-heartedly, which makes Jongdae's grin widen.
“It's ok,” Jongdae says as he climbs into Minseok's lap, thighs settling down on each side of Minseok's own, his bare knees digging into the sand. Jongdae kisses him then, lips soft, warm. Minseok kisses back, hands finding their way to Jongdae's hips, thumb running over the hard outline of his hipbones through his flimsy shirt. Jongdae's hands grabs onto Minseok's shoulders, palms resting lightly against Minseok's bare skin.
When they pull away, a warmth fills Minseok's body as Jongdae grins lazily at him, eyes hooded. Minseok runs his hands up Jongdae's arms, stopping to thumb at the small creases in his skin from where the safety belt has been pushing against his skin.
“I fixed the tent so we won't have to sleep outside tonight,” Jongdae murmurs. His face is still somewhat swollen from sleep, cheeks pink and eyes glazed slightly over. He's still so beautiful. Minseok cups Jongdae's face with his hands, bringing him closer until their lips meet again. This time, Minseok coaxes Jongdae's mouth open by running his tongue over Jongdae's pink bottom lip.
Jongdae lets out a small gasp as Minseok's tongue enters his mouth, and Minseok smiles at the soft sound. He runs the pads of his thumbs against the soft skin of Jongdae's cheeks.
“You were thinking gross, mushy thoughts again weren't you?” Jongdae asks against Minseok's mouth, hands grabbing Minseok's hair. Minseok just hums and continues kissing him. He lets his hands trail down Jongdae's face, over his shoulders and down his back, ending up on the small of Jongdae's back. His fingers slip under Jongdae's shirt, thumbs finding the small dimples on his back.
It's Minseok who has to pull away first, his lungs screaming at him, dizziness flirting with his brain. Jongdae has a singer's lungs, which he always brags about especially during make out sessions, and is breathing much slower than Minseok.
Minseok looks fondly up at Jongdae until Jongdae looks back at him.
“Ok I think that's enough,” Jongdae says, climbing off of Minseok's lap. Minseok grabs at Jongdae's limbs, but to no avail as Jongdae smacks his hands away. He fights the urge to pout at him.
“Come on hyung.” Jongdae offers Minseok his hands, which he after a few sulky moments accepts. Jongdae pulls Minseok up from the sand, even brushing away the clingy pieces of sand stuck to his shorts. “I'm starting to get hungry.”
When Minseok has gotten a fire going (it's a skill he is rather proud of), Jongdae starts to dig out heaps of food from the thermal bag, wondering out loud what they are going to eat.
“I want smores,” Minseok chimes from his place by the campfire. He adds another twig to the fire, watching as it grows larger. The darkness has slowly started to settle in the woods, dusk upon them as the sun barely reaches over the horizon. Jongdae has changed into sweatpants, but Minseok has always run a bit warm so he's not bothered by the slight chill.
“Smores is not food, Minseok hyung,” Jongdae chides idly, head more or less buried in the thermal bag.
Jongdae joins Minseok with a couple of sandwiches wrapped in aluminium foil which he dumps unceremoniously into the ember, out of direct fire. He hands Minseok a bottle of water, but not before taking a few swallows from it himself. Jongdae grins at him, and Minseok leans forward to brush stray droplets of water away from his chin.
It doesn't take long before the sandwiches are done, and shortly after, they're both muching ham and cheese sandwiches and chugging down water because the bread is still piping hot, but they don't have the patience to wait. They are absolutely delicious, made with cheddar and mozarella cheese and spiced just right.
“I didn't know you could make sandwiches, hyung,” Jongdae says, a gleam in his eyes. Minseok sticks his cheese-covered tongue out at him. “Ewww! Gross!” Jongdae laughs.
“I didn't make them. Kyungsoo did,” Minseok informs him, taking another bite. Jongdae grins, food still in his mouth.
“Knew it.” Jongdae says easily, pointing at Minseok with his sandwich. “Kyungsoo would get out of his way to make sure anyone has huge amounts of food on them. He's such a mom.”
“Don't let him hear you say it though.” Jongdae's eyes turn into crescents as he laughs.
“I'd rather take a bath with a shark,” he chuckles into his sandwich, and Minseok agrees with him. Despite his small size and cute looks, Kyungsoo packed a painful punch and was not to be fooled with. Minseok had experienced that first-hand.
Minseok groans as he falls onto his back, petting his aching tummy. He had devoured three sandwiches by himself and was now so full that if somebody even mentioned mozarella cheese, he'd throw up. He watches upside down as Jongdae climbed out of the tent, now wearing a hoodie in addition to his sweatpants.
“Here,” he says as he walks over to Minseok, sitting down next to him. A hoodie is dropped on his chest, along with a pack of crackers and some chocolate. Jongdae has a pack of his own in his hands as he creeps closer to the fire, a stick in his hand.
“What are you doing?” Minseok asks, looking from the crackers on his chest, to Jongdae. Jongdae lifts up the plastic bag; marshmallows.
“Don't you want s'mores anymore?” Jongdae asks, raising an eyebrow at him. Minseok's eyes widen and he sits up quickly; too quickly for his stuffed stomach that aches in warning. He lets out another pained groan as he hunches over, rubbing his slightly swollen stomach.
Jongdae coos at him and leans over to rub at his stomach. “My poor Minseokie hyung.”
Minseok rolls over and falls into Jongdae's lap. Jongdae grunts slightly at the weight, but starts to laugh as Minseok whimpers piteously. “Don't laugh at me. It seriously hurts.”
“Well it's not my fault that you had to wolf down three hot sandwiches now is it?” Jongdae says, a small smirk playing on his lips. Minseok just groans in reply, burying his face in Jongdae's cotton clad thigh. Minseok remains there, lying in Jongdae's lap, occasionally breaking crackers and chocolate so they could make proper s'mores.
It was fully dark, and if Minseok had a watch, it would say that midnight was upon them. Save for the campfire they had no source of light. So there they were, in the middle of the forest in nowhere South Korea, eating s'mores from each other's fingers, licking chocholate and melted marshmallow from rough fingertips.
After devouring marshmallows, crackers and chocolate, they remain in their spots, looking at the dying fire.
“Could you just-” Jongdae starts, shoving at Minseok's shoulder until he gets the picture and lifts himself up from Jongdae's lap. He doesn't quite get what Jongdae wants until Jongdae lies down on grass too, just inches away from Minseok.
Jongdae looks gorgeous in the glow from the campfire, the orange from the fire giving making it look like his skin glows like the sun. His beautiful eyes look like liquid amber, shining like the most precious treasures on a king's crown.
“You're doing it again,” Jongdae deadpans, eyes judging him.
“Doing what?” Minseok says, trying to act confused but the silly smile on his face is giving him away. Jongdae rolls his eyes at him, reaching out to punch him, just for show, on the arm.
“Don't play cute,” Jongdae told him, a smile on his lips.
“I'll leave that up to you then,” Minseok grinned as he shortened the distance between them and kissed Jongdae. Minseok swears he hears Jongdae mutter something just seconds before their lips press together, but he can't for the life of him hear what he said.
Not that it matters anyway. Not when Jongdae is responding eagerly, smiling into the kiss. It starts out slow, closed lips and fluttering touches, until Jongdae slips his cold hands under the hem of Minseok's hoodie. Minseok gasps at the cold feeling of Jongdae's fingers against his warm skin, and Jongdae uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into Minseok's mouth.
It's getting frenzied, fast. Jongdae has pulled down Minseok's shorts and his own sweatpants, and they're busy rutting frenzied against each other. Their kissing has creased, more panting into each other mouths than anything resembling a kiss.
Jongdae still looks beautifull like this; kiss-swollen lips, pink cheeks and dark eyelashes resting against high cheekbones. He has his head bent back in pure pleasure as his cock rubs against Minseok's hip. Minseok's own cock is leaking against Jongdae's thigh, but it's not enough.
“Hold on,” Minseok pants as he sits up. He kicks off his shorts which are tangled around his ankles. They end up dangerously close to the fire, but Minseok can't bring himself to care. Quickly he pulls Jongdae's sweatpants off his legs, throwing them in the direction of the tent, probably missing by a long shot.
“What are you-” Jongdae begins breathlessly, but looks rather pleased as he sees Minseok lie down close to his crotch. He gets the picture and inches closer to Minseok's cock, using a hand to guide it into his mouth. Minseok spreads his legs slightly so Jongdae can rest his head on Minseok's thigh, taking the strain off his neck. Jongdae mirrors Minseok's movements, and soon they're lying bent in towards each other.
Minseok grabs Jongdae's cock, licking at the precome beading on the red crown before taking it into his mouth. The moan Jongdae lets out vibrates through Minseok's cock and up his spine. It feels like every nerve in Minseok's body is on fire as Jongdae tongues the slit; tongue swirling around the head before Jongdae takes Minseok in as far as he's able to.
“Shit, Jongdae,” Minseok curses, lips pressed against the head of Jongdae's cock, eyes closed. The feeling of Jongdae's gag reflex working against his cock feels like heaven and hell, all at once. He feels that familiar warmth pool in his lower abdomen, the muscles in his back tightening and he knows he'll come soon, too fast.
So Minseok speeds up, sucking Jongdae's cock into his mouth, hand working where his mouth can't reach. Jongdae is heavy on his tongue, precome leaking into his mouth, mixing with his saliva. He feels Jongdae's thigh tremble underneath him, small whimpers leaving his swollen lips.
With some effort, Minseok slips a hand through Jongdae's legs, running it up over his perineum and up to his rim. Minseok traces his index finger over the pucker, tapping it against Jongdae's entrance. The moan Jongdae lets out is akin to a mewl; long and high pitched. It makes Minseok's toes curl.
It feels like Minseok is going to explode. It's only the head of his cock that's inside Jongdae's mouth , pressing against the velvety soft cheek. Jongdae's tongue is licking over that sensitve spot just underneath the crown of Minseok's cock. Minseok takes one second to look down and that's it. He inhales sharply as he comes on Jongdae's tongue. His entire body tightens like a string, muscles quivering as the orgasm wrecks through his body. Jongdae's hand working up his shaft until he comes down from his high.
Minseok is not sure how long he lies there, listening to his heartbeat thrumming. He comes to himself when Jongdae slaps his thigh, whimpering: “hyung please.”
“Yeah, hold on. I got you,” Minseok rasps as he gets on his wobbly knees. He coaxes Jongdae up on his knees, chest pressed into the soft grass. He settles between Jongdae's open legs, using his hands to part Jongdae's cheeks.
Normally, Minseok would drag this out, but for once he felt merciful and cut straight to the case. He runs the flat of his tongue over Jongdae's rim once, twice, licking up to the small of his back and down to the soft skin behind his balls. Jongdae keens as Minseok licks heavily against his entrance, tongue pressing but not quite slipping past the tight ring of muscle.
“Minseok hyung, please please,” Jongdae rambles, face pressed into his arm. Minseok nods even though Jongdae can't see him and grabs Jongdae's leaking cock with one hand, flicking his wrist in time with the insistent licks of his tongue.
And when Minseok's tongue finally pushes into Jongdae, he comes with a shout, ribbons of come tainting Minseok's hand, as well as the grass underneath him. Minseok continues to milk the come out of him until Jongdae's back starts to tremble, and he collapses into his own come. Minseok laughs softly, but shuts up once Jongdae manages to open his eyes enough to glare at him.
How they manage to stumble into the tent is still a mystery to Minseok, but they settle into the same sleeping bag, teeth unbrushed and come still splattered across various body parts. Jongdae has to get up right before they manage to settle in properly.
“The car is still open!” he exclaims as he crawls out of the tent as naked as the day he was born. Minseok has to laugh at this, and is still chuckling when Jongdae comes back. He settles back into Minseok's sleeping bag, his cool skin a welcome change from the suffocating warmth of the sleeping bag.
“We're going to be sweaty as hell tomorrow,” Minseok comments as Jongdae lies down facing him.
“I vote for skinny dipping first ting tomorrow morning,” Jongdae says, reaching over to lace their fingers together, a beautiful smile on his face. Minseok beams back as he worms closer to Jongdae, pressing their foreheads together before he places a kiss on Jongdae's lips.
“My mouth tastes like your dick,” Jongdae mumbles against Minseok's cheek, and they both crack up into high pitched, breathless laughter that fills the tent and scares off every animal close by.
Author’s note: Dear seafogs, I hope this was akin to what you wanted. I'm so sorry it only was a day instead of a week but I hope you like it ^^. Thank you to my hollaback girl for reading through at the last minute. Title from P!ATD's song Behind the Sea.