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Most places probably wouldn’t allow two out of six employees to disappear for an entire week, but most people don’t work for the likes of Lee Minhyuk. It’s summer now, the perfect time for a vacation, and Hyunsik’s rented a luxurious villa on Jeju Island just for the two of them. There’s an outdoor pool, a bathtub with jets and underwater lights, and of course a choice of beds although they only need one. The photos he had shown Ilhoon the day that he revealed his surprise were enough to get him the most excited he thinks he’s ever been, and it still hasn’t even sunken in now that they’re getting driven from the airport to their home for the week.
Truthfully, this is the first real vacation Ilhoon’s had since he was a kid and it’s nothing like being dragged around a packed amusement park by his parents. It’s all about relaxing – no work.
Too obviously, Hyunsik’s the one to haul their suitcases out of the car once they’ve arrived. Ilhoon’s most likely overpacked and couldn’t even lift his when Hyunsik came to pick him up back at home. Luckily for him, Hyunsik doesn’t break a sweat over such trivial matters. He tips the driver a liberal amount and they’re left to their own devices.
It’s a rather private residence obscured by foliage – neatly trimmed hedges and thin trees – within a gated community. The windows are large as Hyunsik likes them, but there isn’t much of a potential audience either which is pretty perfect. The place is serviced during the day to keep it tidy, the pool clean and the plants watered, and nighttime will be only them. Just as it should be.
Hyunsik hands the key to Ilhoon since he’s got their luggage to deal with. He unlocks the front door and opens it up, lets them in and the first thing he sees is the sixty-inch television in the living room, followed by the cream leather couch and glass coffee table. Minimalistic yet classy, even if everything probably costs a fortune. It’s definitely to Hyunsik’s taste, no doubt about that. The kitchen’s almost fully visible from here – it’s an open space – as well as the pool in the distance. Knowing that they’re going to have to leave isn’t something Ilhoon wants to remember when he’s already in love.
He helps Hyunsik with what strength he actually has to get the suitcases up the stairs. He could call it a joint effort, but he knows it’s still mostly Hyunsik’s doing. They reach the master bedroom and lift them onto the provided luggage racks, then take a moment to admire the place. Crisp, white sheets cover the generously-sized bed, and there’s the stunning view of the sky, surrounding greenery, the ocean in the distance.
They stare out in silence until Hyunsik wraps his arms around Ilhoon and rests his chin on his shoulder, naturally, “You can scream as loud as you like here.”
“I don’t scream,” he kindly clarifies.
Hyunsik presses a kiss to the top of his ear, “Liar.”
He knows it too. He doesn’t protest when Hyunsik moves onto his lips and locks him into a firm embrace, closer than close, their chests against each other. Hyunsik pulls apart just as it’s getting heated.
“I’m going for a swim,” he decides. “Want to join me?”
“Mmm,” Ilhoon pauses to consider it. “I think I’ll unpack first.”
“Sure,” Hyunsik goes to unzip his own suitcase. He finds his swimming trunks right away, up in the top compartment. “Come downstairs afterwards, alright?”
Agreed. Ilhoon’s just never been much of a swimmer, so all he intends to do is sit at the side and watch. Why get in the water when he could admire Hyunsik’s well-toned physique, broad shoulders and those sturdy arms from a short distance instead? Ilhoon supposes he could cling to them, but he can do that in the bathtub later without looking like a wet dog.
He catches a quick glimpse of Hyunsik once he’s gotten changed – the waistband of his shorts riding low on his hips and it makes Ilhoon swallow down before he’s left alone.
Right. He told him that he’d unpack.
Well, he supposes that he didn’t say completely, so maybe as much as he can be bothered with for now and then he’ll head back down again. (To observe Hyunsik’s technique. It’s for research.) He pulls out his bagged up underwear and empties it all out into a small drawer, pushing the pile to the left afterwards to make room for his socks. He finds them in another bag and pours them into the empty space.
Spotting his summer clothing encourages him to change out of his sweatpants and hoodie rather than transfer them to the drawers and closet. He tugs on a pair of baby blue swim shorts and a t-shirt, and leaves everything else as it is. He takes his shoes out from where he remembers he’d left them – along the inner edge of the suitcase – and slides on his flip-flops. The rest he’ll bring down and place on the shoe rack in the entrance.
Once he’s reached the bottom of the stairs, he takes a glance towards the back of the house where he can see the pool behind the window. Hyunsik’s facing the other way, and Ilhoon hurriedly sets down his shoes so he can surprise him.
The door’s already open so he simply steps out without making a single sound and tiptoes around to one of the chairs under the shade of a parasol. He sits back, lifts one leg over the other and gets comfortable. Perfect view.
“You’re quiet, aren’t you?” Hyunsik asks the second he’s turned to spot Ilhoon. “Finished already?”
“I got bored,” he shrugs at him.
“You won’t be bored if you join me,” Hyunsik grins (brighter than the sun and, to be clear, it is very much shining at the moment – no mistaking that). He rests his arms on the edge of the pool.
“You don’t want to show off to me, hyung?” Ilhoon purses his lips into a coy kind of smile, hoping to work his magic on Hyunsik.
“Then at least come and sit over here,” he pats the surface in front of him. “You’re so far away.”
Fair enough. Ilhoon supposes that he’ll have a lovely view of Hyunsik either way, so he does as suggested. He leaves his flip-flops on the ground as he dangles his feet into the water, feels the gentle waves between his toes, cool in comparison to this blazing summer heat. He sways his legs back and forth and it’s refreshing to say the least. Hyunsik looks up at him and he smiles.
“What is it that you’re wanting to see? Hm?” he asks. “Hyung doing laps?”
“Whatever you feel like doing,” Ilhoon replies, because anything is fine with him as long as it’s Hyunsik.
“Yeah?” he places his hands on Ilhoon’s knees and leans up. “Well, this is what I’m feeling right now.”
He shifts his hands to the edge of the pool and Ilhoon’s find themselves reaching for Hyunsik’s shoulders, staying there when he cranes his neck and Hyunsik kisses him. He shuts his eyes, allows them to momentarily escape from the unrelenting sun as he tastes the chlorine on Hyunsik’s lips and the inside of his mouth. Truth be told, he doesn’t quite hate it.
And really, he should have fully expected it when Hyunsik’s arms wrap around him and he’s being pulled into the water without much warning whatsoever. He lands against Hyunsik’s bare chest, legs at his waist as he holds onto him and the two of them sink under, his ears and nose filling up before Hyunsik lifts him up and back out into the air again. He lets go of one hand to push the hair from his eyes, stop it from dripping more water down his face.
He whines at the sight of Hyunsik’s self-satisfied smirk, “That was so uncalled for.”
“Was it?” Hyunsik closes in and their noses brush before he kisses Ilhoon again, harder this time and being soaking wet right now actually isn’t so bad.
They take their time just floating around the pool with Ilhoon clinging to Hyunsik’s back as he does all of the swimming (but of course). He tells Ilhoon to loosen his legs from his waist before dipping under the surface, only emerging again when he raises Ilhoon up onto his shoulders in a sudden upwards thrust, disrupting the water’s calm. His hands are firm on Ilhoon’s thighs, keeping him from falling as he teeters in an attempt to sit up straight.
Now this truly feels like summer.
They go out for dinner at a restaurant Hyunsik’s drifter of a brother had recommended to him after his recent travels – it’s by the beach with an ocean view so close that, other than the music quietly playing and the chatter of other customers, they can hear the waves rolling in the distance. It’s dream-like in a way, surreal like a scene from a film, the unusual tranquility of the place compared to the bustle of the city that they’re so used to.
And the sun sets so much later now that it’s well into summer and it’s still rather bright out when they take a walk along the seaside. It feels as if they have all of the time in the world to themselves.
Hyunsik runs a bath once they return to the house – even if they’re on vacation, parts of their daily routine never seem to change. Against the backdrop of the sky blushing pink as the day slowly progresses into night, Hyunsik holds Ilhoon close to his chest while mindlessly humming by his ear. It’s a sound of comfort, something that has Ilhoon think that he’s safe like this in Hyunsik’s arms, as he is every single time. He shuts his eyes.
“We should go somewhere for Christmas,” Hyunsik muses. “Paris, maybe. Would you like that?”
“Mm,” Ilhoon nods to himself. “That would be amazing.”
“And tomorrow,” Hyunsik continues. “How about I take you shopping? You’ve been wanting some new shoes, haven’t you?”
Of course Ilhoon wouldn’t pass on the offer. Not a chance. His life may not be the most perfect to everybody, but it sure is to him when he wouldn’t have dared to imagine living like this only one year ago. Joke’s on his parents who somehow believed his lie that he funded this trip himself and that he’s out here with a ‘friend’.
Well, he is. His boyfriend. Luckily for them, he skimmed on the details because he still doesn’t quite fancy getting into that mess just yet. (They should really be thankful, he thinks, that there’s somebody on the planet who likes him this much and is actually, bizarrely a rather successful and well-adjusted adult. Yeah, who would’ve thought? Not them nor Ilhoon.)
As the bath water drains out, Ilhoon slips on a recent gift – a sheer white robe, light and floaty and leaves little to the imagination. For Hyunsik’s eyes only. Ilhoon follows him to the master bedroom, now dimly lit to set the mood, and climbs onto the bed to join him.
“You look like an actual angel,” he says, already lying back against the pillows.
Ilhoon quietly laughs, “Do I?”
“Absolutely,” Hyunsik takes him into his arms, and he caresses the skin of his cheek with his fingertips. “You look beautiful.”
And Hyunsik doesn’t look too bad himself with his tousled, slightly damp hair and that bit of his chest exposed where his robe couldn’t cover up. His eyes seem sleepy already yet his hands are restless as they wander along Ilhoon’s waist and hips, and he kisses him in the silence. Just slowly, no need to rush, with a hint of tongue sneaking in there. Hyunsik slides his thumb between their bottom lips and presses it to Ilhoon’s, drags it to the corner and Ilhoon smiles without Hyunsik needing to make him.
“You have the prettiest smile,” Hyunsik doesn’t look away once.
“Hyung, I don’t think you of all people should be saying that,” Ilhoon laughs again.
“Then you have the prettiest lips,” Hyunsik grins at him. “Can you disagree with that?”
Maybe, but Ilhoon will take the compliment with a smirk rather than any resistance this time. When Hyunsik’s fingers creep up his chin again, he welcomes them past his teeth and into his mouth. He’ll kindly remind Hyunsik just what these lips can do.
Eyes fixed on his, Ilhoon holds onto Hyunsik’s wrist as his lips close around his fingers, and he firmly sucks as they glide in and out against his tongue. He feels the ridges in Hyunsik’s skin, the deepest ones at his joints and the tiny ones all over, and the cuticles of his nails when he twists his hand around. His fingertips lightly graze the roof of Ilhoon’s mouth and he parts his lips a little to allow his tongue room to circle them – Hyunsik watches intently, full attention on him.
“Angel,” he mutters, and Ilhoon’s teeth press down on his skin as he tries to smile.
His own spit coats his lips when Hyunsik draws his fingers away and he bursts the bubble between them as he opens his mouth wider to take a breath. There’s a delayed realisation that Hyunsik’s hand is heading lower and lower and it slips under the barely there fabric of Ilhoon’s robe, between his thighs and up towards his ass. Still slick, Hyunsik’s fingertips rub against him as he stares on, right at his face, for a reaction.
“Hoonie,” he calls out. “Are you tired?”
“Just a bit,” Ilhoon replies, hips sinking into the mattress as Hyunsik’s touch refuses to waver, and he asks, “are you?”
Hyunsik shakes his head and he leans in to leave a kiss on his cheek, “Just lie back. You don’t have to do a thing.”
He may not have fully unpacked yet, but he’s prepared enough for this. He reaches for the bottle of lube he had left on the bedside table earlier as the bath water was running, flips open the lid and squeezes it out onto his middle and index fingers as he rotates them, trying to get an even coverage. And then they sneak down again, past Ilhoon’s robe and the cool gel skims his inner thigh before they reach their intended destination. They slide inside with ease as Ilhoon slowly exhales in time with Hyunsik’s steady hand, stopping once he’s in to the knuckles.
Ilhoon doesn’t mean to tense when Hyunsik curls his fingers, nor when he drags his lips along his neck and follows his jawline through prolonged kisses. He didn’t exactly want to whine just yet either, but when Hyunsik starts to work his fingers halfway out and back in again, repeatedly until he gets Ilhoon right where he wants him, he can’t help it. He feels a hot flush run through him, his heart begin to hurry – and all he sees is Hyunsik’s face until he kisses him on the mouth and behind his eyelids are blurred flares of colour when he shuts them tight.
Holding onto Hyunsik’s shoulders, he pulls him as close as he can, pushes his thigh between his, brings him deeper yet into this kiss because he’s never wanted anything in the world more – only him, nothing else matters. He feels his tongue flick against the roof of his mouth, his grip on his waist tighten, his other fingers stretching his ass as he fits in another in preparation for the next step. It sends a groan from Ilhoon’s throat straight into Hyunsik’s, and he knows from the curve of his lips on his that he’s smiling right now.
He’s slow to remove his fingers, carefully rotates them as he eases them out and Ilhoon feels himself constrict the second they’re gone. He sits up when Hyunsik tugs at the knot keeping his robe together to pull it apart, helps him to get it off completely so that it won’t be ruined by the end of the night. He sets it aside and tends to his own, Ilhoon’s eyes fixated on him as he exposes his chest, his shoulders and everything down below. He’s hard – of course he is – and readying himself before Ilhoon even knows it.
Then inhale, and hold it until Hyunsik’s all the way inside. Fingers make for a decent enough substitute, sure, but they could never match up to this. He’s in further than they could reach, the friction in there when his hips pull back and drive into him totally incomparable when it makes his heart momentarily falter without Hyunsik really needing to try. He brings Ilhoon’s thighs up towards his chest, and thank God he’s got a bit more flexibility than a plank of wood now. He’s probably wide-eyed as he watches Hyunsik take hold of his ankles and lift them over his shoulders.
Admittedly, it’s slightly odd, having his legs in the air like this but odder yet that it’s more comfortable than it would seem. It allows Hyunsik in real deep, his hips slamming into Ilhoon’s ass with the clear sound of skin meeting skin echoing off of the walls. Ilhoon grits his teeth before Hyunsik stretches his neck to kiss him hard, a lack of control between the two of them making for a messy exchange – luckily they don’t mind, even if it means spit rolling down Ilhoon’s chin when they pull apart for a breather.
Hyunsik sets his feet back down onto the mattress again. It’s true, Ilhoon wouldn’t call their positions the most varied, but that doesn’t come as a mystery when Hyunsik has a need-like penchant for witnessing every little reaction he has at times like this. Hyunsik’s got a smile on his face when he takes his hands, slots his fingers between his and holds onto them, kisses the back of one and mumbles into it that he loves him, he really does.
Ilhoon knows that.
And holding hands, as sweet as it is, makes him so vulnerable – takes away his innate habit of hiding, allows Hyunsik to catch every flutter of his eyelids, the trembling of his lips as he thrusts into him. He whimpers far too loudly for his own good when Hyunsik’s got the end in sight and he picks up the pace to the point that Ilhoon can practically feel the heat radiating off of him, the sweat lining his skin sticking to his own whenever they meet. Ilhoon knows he’s close as he whines into unrestrained kisses and Hyunsik’s got his hands held down firm against the pillows, using up his remaining strength to finish this.
And when it hits, it fucking hits, has Ilhoon let out the most obscene cry as he reels in positively toe-curling pleasure. Hyunsik’s dick throbs inside of him as he comes hard and fast, and all it does is make Ilhoon shudder in his arms when he wraps them around him and holds him like he needs him to.
He wishes he could quieten his staggered breathing but he buries his face into Hyunsik’s shoulder instead, nuzzles his nose against his warm skin, finds all of the comfort he needs right here. Hyunsik’s hands along his back keep him close and even if they could melt like this, Ilhoon would hate for him to let go so soon. And in this moment of quiet as they regain themselves, every second seems like a minute and every minute feels like forever.
Forever’s a long time, but with Hyunsik in it and Ilhoon’s endless greed, it almost isn’t enough. Still, he’ll take it without hesitation. There isn’t much more that he could want in life, nobody else he loves the same way as he does Hyunsik. They say that heaven’s up in the sky, but ‘they’ haven’t quite had the privilege of lying in his arms like this, just being his. And even if it does exist, Ilhoon’s convinced that this has got to be the closest thing to it.
On some nights it seems as if this couldn’t possibly be reality, that he’ll wake up and it’ll all be gone. But then morning comes and Hyunsik’s face is the first thing he sees as well as the last, again and again, and in his head he counts his lucky stars that this is determined to last.