Pool Party
Title: Pool Party
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Genre: idek
Wordcount: ~800
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pool parties are supposed to be fun.
A/N: This doesn't even make sense. Written for an up to 1k word fic challenge with a theme of dark places, danger and lust, done with kellsung and dreaminginside. TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
They may or may not have been "invited" to the pool party being thrown by an acquaintance of an acquaintance, but he seemed more than happy to let anyone with a bathing suit and a bag of ice or twelve-pack join the evening festivities. The backyard had been lavishly decorated with coolers and empty Solo cups, and the stereo was cranked high enough to get several warnings from the neighbors. Dozens of bathing suit clad kids, high school and college alike, were scattered around. A game of cornhole had been set up in the way back and drunken slurs of marco! and polo! were almost drowned out by the music and the dancing crowd that had formed around its booming source.
Ryeowook and Jongwoon had arrived a bit late. They hopped over the fence and lost their shirts, and blended into the crowd with ease. An hour and several cups of something burning later found them tripping over themselves as they snuck into the pool shed.
“Jongwoon, are you sure we can be in here?” Ryeowook tiptoed around the various foam rafts and rakes and shovels, squinting in the darkness at Jongwoon, who heaved a wheelbarrow in front of the door and turned to face him.
“Don’t worry about it. There are so many people here, no one will notice we ducked out for a bit.” Jognwoon grabbed Ryeowook by the waist, fingers dancing after the drops of chlorine water still trailing down the younger’s back from when a stumbling girl knocked him into the pool. He had climbed out of the water and flipped his soaked hair back, wet body glistening in the decklight. Jongwoon pulled Ryeowook against him, sucking in a breath when Ryeowook’s wet swim trunks met his own dry legs. Ryeowook grinned up at him, the tiki lights strung outside the dirt-caked window doing little but illuminating the contours of his face in soft pinks and blues.
“What if someone comes in?” Ryeowook’s whisper hitched as Jongwoon began to nibble down his neck.
“That’s the fun, isn’t it?” Jongwoon murmured into his skin, hands wandering over Ryeowook’s chest, dipping into the hollows of his collarbones and skimming over ribs and abs. Ryeowook held one hand over his mouth, the chance of being walking in on setting his nerves off, and the other glided up and down Jongwoon’s back before he decided to throw all caution to the wind.
This was a party, after all, and parties are supposed to be fun.
He grabbed Jongwoon by the ass and pulled him flush against his own body, moaning quietly at the pressure this brought to his groin. Jongwoon bucked against him in return and caught Ryeowook’s lips up in a fervent kiss. Ryeowook moaned into the kiss, loud and unrestrained except for Jongwoon’s tongue that was tangling around his own. His fingers threaded through Jongwoon’s hair, holding him close while they chased a quick release.
A thump from the door jolted them apart. They stared at the wheelbarrow, praying for its integrity, as whoever was on the other side continued pushing against it. After a few seconds, a voice rang out It’s stuck! My dad probably locked it. Just empty one of the other coolers and... and trailed off as their gracious host rejoined the boisterous party.
Ryeowook grinned up at Jongwoon, who laughed right back at him. Their lips met again, quivering with nervous laughter as they tried to refocus.
“I told you this was stupid.” Ryeowook wrapped his leg around Jongwoon’s hip and dragged him forward again.
“It’s fun,” Jongwoon corrected. He pinned Ryeowook’s hips to the wall and dropped to his knees, smirking his way down.
When they finally emerged from the shed, Jongwoon was entirely correct. Not a single person noticed them slip back into the crowd. He held Ryeowook close with an arm around his shoulders, neither of them completely trusting Ryeowook’s knees just yet, and steered him to the patio. They danced in the middle of the writhing mass of bodies, chests pressed tightly together and hips swaying to the unintelligible bass.
It was around three in the morning when the police finally showed. Jongwoon grabbed Ryeowook’s hand and bolted for the fence. Neither of them were old enough to drink and being caught here would only result in trouble. The clambered over the fence, wheezing with laughter, and tumbled into the weeds. Jongwoon yanked Ryeowook down on top of him and kissed him again.
They stumbled home to Jongwoon’s house and flopped on his bed, not bothering to change out of their trunks. Curled up with their legs tangled around each other’s and the sheet that was kicked to the foot of the bed in the heat that invaded the bedroom, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Genre: idek
Wordcount: ~800
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pool parties are supposed to be fun.
A/N: This doesn't even make sense. Written for an up to 1k word fic challenge with a theme of dark places, danger and lust, done with kellsung and dreaminginside. TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
They may or may not have been "invited" to the pool party being thrown by an acquaintance of an acquaintance, but he seemed more than happy to let anyone with a bathing suit and a bag of ice or twelve-pack join the evening festivities. The backyard had been lavishly decorated with coolers and empty Solo cups, and the stereo was cranked high enough to get several warnings from the neighbors. Dozens of bathing suit clad kids, high school and college alike, were scattered around. A game of cornhole had been set up in the way back and drunken slurs of marco! and polo! were almost drowned out by the music and the dancing crowd that had formed around its booming source.
Ryeowook and Jongwoon had arrived a bit late. They hopped over the fence and lost their shirts, and blended into the crowd with ease. An hour and several cups of something burning later found them tripping over themselves as they snuck into the pool shed.
“Jongwoon, are you sure we can be in here?” Ryeowook tiptoed around the various foam rafts and rakes and shovels, squinting in the darkness at Jongwoon, who heaved a wheelbarrow in front of the door and turned to face him.
“Don’t worry about it. There are so many people here, no one will notice we ducked out for a bit.” Jognwoon grabbed Ryeowook by the waist, fingers dancing after the drops of chlorine water still trailing down the younger’s back from when a stumbling girl knocked him into the pool. He had climbed out of the water and flipped his soaked hair back, wet body glistening in the decklight. Jongwoon pulled Ryeowook against him, sucking in a breath when Ryeowook’s wet swim trunks met his own dry legs. Ryeowook grinned up at him, the tiki lights strung outside the dirt-caked window doing little but illuminating the contours of his face in soft pinks and blues.
“What if someone comes in?” Ryeowook’s whisper hitched as Jongwoon began to nibble down his neck.
“That’s the fun, isn’t it?” Jongwoon murmured into his skin, hands wandering over Ryeowook’s chest, dipping into the hollows of his collarbones and skimming over ribs and abs. Ryeowook held one hand over his mouth, the chance of being walking in on setting his nerves off, and the other glided up and down Jongwoon’s back before he decided to throw all caution to the wind.
This was a party, after all, and parties are supposed to be fun.
He grabbed Jongwoon by the ass and pulled him flush against his own body, moaning quietly at the pressure this brought to his groin. Jongwoon bucked against him in return and caught Ryeowook’s lips up in a fervent kiss. Ryeowook moaned into the kiss, loud and unrestrained except for Jongwoon’s tongue that was tangling around his own. His fingers threaded through Jongwoon’s hair, holding him close while they chased a quick release.
A thump from the door jolted them apart. They stared at the wheelbarrow, praying for its integrity, as whoever was on the other side continued pushing against it. After a few seconds, a voice rang out It’s stuck! My dad probably locked it. Just empty one of the other coolers and... and trailed off as their gracious host rejoined the boisterous party.
Ryeowook grinned up at Jongwoon, who laughed right back at him. Their lips met again, quivering with nervous laughter as they tried to refocus.
“I told you this was stupid.” Ryeowook wrapped his leg around Jongwoon’s hip and dragged him forward again.
“It’s fun,” Jongwoon corrected. He pinned Ryeowook’s hips to the wall and dropped to his knees, smirking his way down.
When they finally emerged from the shed, Jongwoon was entirely correct. Not a single person noticed them slip back into the crowd. He held Ryeowook close with an arm around his shoulders, neither of them completely trusting Ryeowook’s knees just yet, and steered him to the patio. They danced in the middle of the writhing mass of bodies, chests pressed tightly together and hips swaying to the unintelligible bass.
It was around three in the morning when the police finally showed. Jongwoon grabbed Ryeowook’s hand and bolted for the fence. Neither of them were old enough to drink and being caught here would only result in trouble. The clambered over the fence, wheezing with laughter, and tumbled into the weeds. Jongwoon yanked Ryeowook down on top of him and kissed him again.
They stumbled home to Jongwoon’s house and flopped on his bed, not bothering to change out of their trunks. Curled up with their legs tangled around each other’s and the sheet that was kicked to the foot of the bed in the heat that invaded the bedroom, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.