Title: Summer’s Splendour
Author: MsNightshade
Pairing/Characters: Kwon Jiyong/Choi Seunghyun
Rating: M
Setting: GTOP AU/Last in Seasonal series
As the sun finally sinks low behind the mountains, the sea breeze gently sways the hammock slung between two bulky posts on the wooden porch. The seaside cabana faces the ocean and the cooling evening breeze is a welcome salve against their heat-ravaged skin.
Seunghyun’s leg hangs over the edge of the hammock, Jiyong is steadfastly stuck to his left side, arm lazily curled against his chest and his head resting on his shoulder. It’s far too hot and sticky to even think and Jiyong’s intense body heat seeps into his skin but he wouldn’t dare suggest that he leave his side.
It may be as uncomfortable and as hot as Hades, but there’s an affectionate contentment residing right at the oppressive margins of his discomfort. Sure, he’s as hot as the surface of the sun, but having Jiyong curled against him makes his heart swell and constrict and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Just as the edges of sleep nudge at their liquefied subconsciousness, Jiyong stirs against him. He stretches and moves, allowing the gentle sea breeze access to the slick spots on his skin where Jiyong had previously inhabited.
Seunghyun finally lifts his head, smiling down at his sleepy-eyed boyfriend and suggests they go to the little bar down the beach. They can barely see the lights of the beachside bar from the porch of their little thatch-roofed hut. They had only been a couple of times since the summer started, much preferring to keep their own company as much as possible. Given they had an entire month off together, they were going to make the most of all the sun, sand, sea and sex they could handle and then some.
The summer so far had been brutally hot and while Seunghyun and Jiyong did their best to keep cool, nothing could assuage the stifling night time humidity – even the slight breeze tonight would likely disappear in short order. In an effort to escape the ever-present balminess, they walk to the little tiki bar down the way, dressed in nothing more than thin tees and shorts and flip-flops to drink mojitos and pina coladas and eat local delicacies until they’ve had their fill.
Before leaving, they down a few shots of tequila and take a short stroll along the beach. The sticky heat envelopes them again once they’re outside of the semi air-conditioned comfort the little bar offered but the warmth of the tequila blazing inside their chests seems to make it somewhat tolerable.
As they walk towards their hidden oasis, the gently lapping waves lick at the shoreline and the moon ascends the distant horizon snaking a long silvery trail to where they wander. Jiyong stops in his tracks and looks up at Seunghyun. He has a mischievous look in his eyes and Seunghyun smirks down at him wondering exactly what this gorgeous little imp is planning. Jiyong suddenly strips down to nothing, flinging items of clothing onto the silvery sand behind him – and along with it his inhibitions – not that Jiyong was ever known to have many of those. Not as far as Seunghyun had even been aware of.
Jiyong smiles and twines his fingers in between Seunghyun’s, pulling him down into a fiery passionate kiss before drawing away and pulling him closer to the water’s edge. There’s a silent challenge in Jiyong’s eyes and it dares Seunghyun to do the same. Seunghyun smiles as he quickly slips out of his t-shirt and shorts, his clothing quickly join Jiyong’s in a crumpled heap on the sand.
With a sudden slap to Seunghyun’s bare butt cheek and a, “Race you in!” the chase is on. Jiyong sprints ahead of Seunghyun and shallow dives into the deeper water. Seunghyun follows in hot pursuit until he finally reaches his frisky quarry. Jiyong laughs high and bright as Seunghyun slips his arms around his middle to pull him in close. Jiyong wraps his legs around Seunghyun’s waist and Seunghyun’s hands slide down to grip the tight curves of his behind. Jiyong sighs as Seunghyun’s hands continue to ravage his silky soft skin beneath the water’s swaying shimmering surface.
They dip beneath the slow roll of small waves and the gentle coolness of the water helps abate the lingering humidity that seemed like a permanent patina against their skin. Jiyong swoops down to capture Seunghyun’s mouth in a lingering salty kiss. The heat of their kiss consumes and overtakes them; the force of its intent moves them into the shallows until they tumble – eagerly tangled in each other and slippery wet – down onto the wet sand. They are each oblivious to the slow roil of dark clouds above, the chorus of the trees swelling in pitch as the wind swirls in small flurries around them. They are too engrossed in the sleek wet-heat of their bodies, the pooling heat of want and need along with the swirling dance of lips and tongues to feel or hear anything outside of them.
A storm was slowly rolling in from the east and obscuring the moon’s ghostly silver glow but neither notice, far too enamoured in the immediacy of their fevered kiss. They roll together in the soft wet sand at the shores edge, lips keenly engaged as their desires awaken – implicit and urgent. It’s been the same since their first night here almost a week ago. All they seemed to be capable of doing was fucking, sleeping, eating and fucking some more but it still never seemed to be enough to slake the ever-present hunger burning in them.
Their passion blazed mostly unabated for the previous eleven months of the year and they are eager to wring every second of it out of each other while they can. Here, in the wildly secluded Boca del Cielo (Heaven’s Mouth), they didn’t need to hide their love or who they were. They were an entire world away from prying eyes and the need for blowjobs in bathrooms and closets and carefully planned clandestine hook ups in the middle of the night. Down in the wet sand, it still burns under their skin – all consuming, desperate and keening for its imminent release. Jiyong rolls his hips against Seunghyun and they moan in unison at the sensation of wet heat and friction the shallow water affords them.
Seunghyun pulls back from Jiyong, his hands framing his face just to look at him for a moment. His ethereal and otherworldly beauty strikes him in the moon’s faded silver light. Clouds quickly conceal the moon, obliterating the sliver of light from his features but the effect was still the same. Seunghyun’s heart beats harder and he always seems to fall a little more, just when he thinks it isn’t possible, he finds more to love about Kwon Jiyong. He could hardly tell his heart not to fall in love with him any more than he could tell the Earth to stop spinning or the sun to stop shining. Seunghyun is caught in the moment; lost in Jiyong’s beguiling radiance and he can’t look away.
Jiyong breaks the spell, both still breathing heavily and a slight frown creases his brow as he pushes up onto his elbows to take in their surroundings. In the momentary pause, he had registered the change in temperature – the radiant heat of Seunghyun’s body notwithstanding. He knows they need to move. They are only a few metres away from their cabana even though their immediate needs were far more urgent. Jiyong leans up and slowly licks into Seunghyun’s mouth drawing a moan from him before swiftly wriggling out from beneath him and strolling up towards their clothes.
“Hey!” Seunghyun shouts after him, watching that beautiful backside departing. He smiles as slivery beams of dappled light skim the tanned surface of his perfectly toned assets before the light is blotted out entirely by the storm front.
“C’mon, baby. It’s time to take this party inside.” Jiyong says over his shoulder as he collects their things.
Seunghyun harrumphs into the space where his boyfriend had been moments ago, conceding that he was right. But, dammit he was really hoping to make love with Jiyong under the stars tonight. Admittedly, it was clear that the weather closing in has other ideas and seems somewhat intent on scuppering his plans but it wouldn’t dampen his desire. Seunghyun licks his lips at the sight of Jiyong walking naked in the sand, his dick twitching against his stomach and urging him up from his lonely spot at the water’s edge. He catches up to Jiyong unable to resist the urge to land a light slap against a perky little cheek as he scoots past.
“Race you in, honey!” Seunghyun husks against him as he races towards their secluded hut.
They barely make it inside the door as the rain starts but it wouldn’t have mattered if they hadn’t. Their gathered clothes are quickly dropped and forgotten as they fall into to each other through wild fevered kisses the walls echoing the sounds of their lust. They slowly stumble and spill messily into the small bathroom. They are covered in quickly drying salt and sand and they had agreed very early on that no matter how wild and fevered things ever got, sand had zero place in their bed.
Within moments, they are under a cool jet of water washing away the remnants of their brief encounter at the waters edge. They take slow turns in soaping each other up and washing each other down, fingers tentatively skating across heated skin through languid breathless kisses. Seunghyun moves his attentions down along the soft skin of Jiyong’s throat. He trails fiery kisses along the skin to nip at the sharp relief of his bronzed collarbones making Jiyong gasp as he pulls Seunghyun in closer, hips jutting forward into him. The sound ricochets around the small tiled walls around them and Seunghyun smiles against his wet skin.
They finally slip out of the small shower, resuming their frenzied kisses against the tiny basin, neither bothering to dry off, the summer heat evaporating the moisture from their skin within minutes. Jiyong can feel his legs waver beneath him as Seunghyun takes him in hand. The shock of his fingers around his aching length makes his eyes flutter and his breath falter. No matter how many times they do this, no matter how often they get away with small moments together; it always feels like it will never be enough to slake their unwavering thirst.
Jiyong gently guides Seunghyun’s hand away, pulls away from his kiss and away from the basin digging into his lower back and draws his insatiable lover into the bedroom. Seunghyun eagerly follows and within moments Jiyong is pulling him down onto the mattress with the sensual glide of his lips and teeth and tongue and he’s grinding against him – legs splayed and ankles linking behind his back – until he can’t breathe. Seunghyun kisses him slowly as they move. He’ll take his time with Jiyong tonight, the initial ferocity of their passion in their first few days had tempered somewhat, and it’s here in these quiet reciprocal moments that Jiyong recognises how deeply he is loved.
He cherishes how Seunghyun takes his time to show his love; allowed to bloom to its fullest without the intrusion and judgement of prying eyes, once they’ve worked through their overwhelming animalistic urges in the first few days. In the height of their fiery passion, there are still moments of sweetness that take his breath away but it’s when they reach here, where they have time to express their heart’s truth in a languorous lingua franca of sorts, this is where their love reaches new heights. Each year, the ritual remains the same and Jiyong loves it, loves his Seunghyun all the more for it. Seunghyun slows and Jiyong follows his love’s lead.
A delicate brush of lips, hands cupping his face as he slants his mouth over Jiyong’s that becomes a gentle pressing of soft yielding mouths, their kisses unhurried and tender. Jiyong braved a small lap of his tongue against the soft swell of Seunghyun’s lower lip and he’s rewarded with a deep shuddering groan that vibrates down to his toes.
Seunghyun laps a soft slow line across the seam of Jiyong’s lips and he trembles under the tender assault of his tongue. He returns the favour and Seunghyun releases a wavering breath against his lips. He takes the moment to flip them though their lips remain engaged.
Throughout the torrid storm raging outside, they make love, the sounds of the rain and thunder and the flashes of lightning synching with their own ecstatic cries. As much as Seunghyun takes his time in breaking Jiyong down repeatedly, Jiyong reciprocates in kind. He licks long trails down his torso, laying teasing swipes of his tongue in his most intimate spaces that fill his ears with a quaking falsetto that no-one else ever gets the pleasure of hearing.
With pistoning fingers and his mouth, he works Seunghyun into a frenzied crescendo. Jiyong loves holding him there, at the razor thin edge of ecstasy before he grinds to a halt and draws him back from the precipice. He removes his fingers from his quivering body, slicking himself up and entering him fully. He captures his lips in a soft lingering kiss as his hips draw back and he shunts forward again. Once, then twice, a third time and Seunghyun arches up into him and bites down on Jiyong’s bottom lip. His bliss is rasped out in guttural howls as his body undulates and pulses through each subsequent surge of his climax. Jiyong rides it out with him, his walls convulsing around him, drawing him in and holding him fast.
In those moments, Jiyong understands Seunghyun’s true beauty; something the world outside will never be privy to. These sacred moments are theirs alone. When Seunghyun hits his rapture, Jiyong appreciates that it’s something to behold, something akin to what heaven might look like.
The sounds of their ragged breathing fill their ears, slowly regulating as they drift down from the physical highs of their shared bliss.
Sleep follows quickly, slumped in each other’s arms, while the ceiling fan whirs and moves the warm air in soft drifts against their sweat-slicked skin.
*
During the night, they are awoken by the stagnate heat that the ceiling fan can do little to abate. They slip out onto the porch and into the swaying hammock again; Jiyong curled in against Seunghyun’s side while they watch in contented silence as the remnants of the storm fade. Small flickers of lightning ride the distant horizon and the distant rumble of thunder signal its farewell as the storm moves further out to sea.
Jiyong sighs happily against Seunghyun, his eyes growing heavy as the gentle rocking of the hammock and the steady rhythm of Seunghyun’s heartbeat beneath his ear gently lulls him to sleep.
*
As slivers of a new day’s light peek through the breeze-ruffled curtains, Jiyong wakes slung across Seunghyun’s middle. Steady heat radiates from Seunghyun’s skin against his cheek and he wallows in its soft warmth, shuffling in closer. He knows today is going to be another scorcher and not just in terms of the weather. He smiles against the soft and measured rise and fall of his love’s chest before he leans up on his elbow to watch him sleep.
Jiyong loves these tranquil moments watching his beautiful boyfriend in slumber. He takes these opportunities while he can and he’ll keep the memory of them with him for the long year ahead. The fan of long dark lashes against his cheek, the way the longer strands of hair fall haphazardly against his pillow, much like a dark halo framing his exquisite features, and the little puffs of air issuing between his slightly parted lips. He watches until he feels him shift and slowly rouse into waking. He stays in position until those obsidian eyes flutter open and greet him.
Seunghyun rolls over and snuggles in closer to Jiyong.
“Mmmf, how long have you been watching me sleep, weirdo?” Seunghyun grumbles into the pillow, his arm resting across Jiyong’s waist.
Jiyong laughs: “Long enough, my love. You’re so adorable when you sleep though. I can’t help but watch you.” He ruffles his hair earning him another small groan.
Seunghyun rumbles: “Oh my god, Ji.”
“Ah, alright, alright,” Jiyong laughs, his fingers trailing a slow line down Seunghyun’s ribs, “Coffee, sweetheart?”
Seunghyun lifts his head: “Please, baby.”
“You got it,” he says as he moves to leave the bed. Strong arms hold him in place to prevent his escape.
“Not just yet, baby. Let’s just lie here for a little while longer,” Seunghyun says nuzzling into Jiyong’s side. Jiyong slips back down and pulls Seunghyun in closer.
“Hey, I love you,” he gravels sleepily against Jiyong’s throat before planting a soft kiss there. Jiyong shudders despite the oppressive heat that was already beginning to make its presence known.
“Ohhhh, maybe I might just love you, too, Hyunnie.”
Seunghyun lifts his head and eyes him suspiciously, squinting.
“Maybe? Might? Well damn, Ji. I’m clearly going to have to try a little harder to convince you,” he says before playfully nipping at his throat and tickling him, the sound of their delighted laughter quickly filling the room.
Jiyong finally called for clemency against Seunghyun’s tickle attack, it was finally granted with Seunghyun slumping beside him again. They lay together in a huddled tangle with the sheets in disarray, giddy and happy and free to be ridiculously in love.
After a few moments, Jiyong feels Seunghyun’s body go lax again and his breathing falls into a familiar pattern. He wraps his arms around him and kisses the top of his head as he dozes.
Regardless of their life outside of this place, whatever tribulations they may face in the coming year (resistance and separation were their own unique burdens), Jiyong knew beyond all doubt that summer’s splendour would forever reign supreme in their hearts.
And it was here, in this place, sleeping peacefully in his arms.
-FIN-
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