Title: tide-to-go
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG-15
Warning(s): Subtle hints of sex, some language
Summary: gin a body kiss a body, need the warld ken?
a/n: the line is from robert burns' comin thro the rye. i uh... i don't know ha ha. it's not supposed to be as depressing as the poem, though.
Taemin chooses not to complain when the awkward blades of dry grass tickle the back of his neck, when the weeds find their way into his matted hair. Because the feeling is actually quite comforting under the cool moonlight, and Jinki's hands are right where they should be, right how they should be. He smiles, and Jinki's lips falter a bit at the wide gap. He cracks an eye open to look at Jinki's befuddled face--he's just as drunk, if not more--and openly laughs as Jinki tentatively licks his lips.
They didn't really tell the curious Kibum as to where they were going; a simple shrug and a "Somewhere" was cast his way, and the two turned on their heels before the punch bowl could be hauled at them. Taemin was giggling to whole time, and Jinki was trying his best to clamber over the rocks along the road, because if he fell then, they'd both be dead.
With fluttering eyes, Taemin peers down to see Jinki trace his hipbones with a tongue--lewd, even in the dark--that feels too hot in the cold air. "Hurry," he hears himself whisper, "before it rains."
And it really is about to rain, because grey clouds choose to linger above their heads, and Jinki smiles sweetly into the sharp dip. "Don't worry, I have an umbrella in the car." Taemin thinks it really isn't reassuring because it's not there with them, but it all dissipates as Jinki tugs impatiently at his pants. A sneaking hand gently rubs its way down his bare thigh, drawing out the quiet sigh that gives flight to the lingering dandelion seeds.
Jinki stops for a second as he hooks fingers under the elastic band, much to Taemin's disappointment. "Really?"
"Really." Taemin kicks for effect. "We're miles from the city. It's fine."
Of course he speaks figuratively because the skyline of the city is still traceable by their fingerips and can still be encased in their desperate puffs of air. But Jinki understands, nods firmly into the juncture of Taemin's slim neck, before he mutters, "I love you."
"What?" Taemin laughs loudly with his chin raised to the sky.
Jinki bellows from his stomach (but not from the alcohol, no, that's been long gone), "I love you!" and earns himself a lovely string of laughter from Taemin's pink, pink lips. He catches it, with lips, teeth and tongue, because he wants to keep it with him forever and always.
Taemin jokes into Jinki's ear as his slim hips snap up rhythmically, "We're so hot, we might set the meadow on fire."
"Just shut up." The boy promptly does so until he feels himself on the edge, on the edge of some figurative cliff, and Taemin lets a hand drop from Jinki's hair to fix the shirt that's riding up his back. The buttons hurt, but his disgruntled pants go unnoticed by the intoxicated boy above him, so he lets it slide.
When the thrusting becomes desperate, Taemin bites down on his lip as he thinks--he's not even reveling in the deep pleasure, he's thinking--about their current situation. There's no one nearby, it's quiet out, they're having sex, he wants to be daring--Taemin does it.
"Fucking take me," he groans loudly, and Jinki pulls himself back just for a brief second to look down at the boy in pure shock, "coming, coming, god damn it, Jinki, I love you--" It turns to babbles by that point as his back arches awkwardly into Jinki's loose hold. The year-long streak of hushed demands and confessions is finally broken and Taemin rides out the pleasurable coaster with bobbing laughter. Jinki doesn't react, only stiffens and moans incoherency into Taemin's jutting collarbone.
"What--" Jinki stops himself before he settles down next to the boy sprawled out on the grass with a lopsided smile imitating the moon's shine. "Taemin."
He smiles into the bend of his arm, and then he laughs with his entire body shaking. "I can't believe--"
"You can't believe? Imagine--"
"You liked it." Taemin turns on his side, arms propped up comfortably. He breathes in through his nose. "The world just needed to know how much we love each other."
Jinki rubs his face raw with his shaking hands. "Thrilling." Taemin silently nods.
And then Jinki sits up in the imprinted patch of grass, mutters lowly, "What are we gonna do about these huge-ass grass stains?"
Taemin blinks. "Tell Kibum to get them out. We got in a fight with a bear. And we stumbled downhill, because that's what we're supposed to do."
"That--" Jinki stops again and then slaps his knee, the rushing red returning to his ears. "That's great." Reaching up, Taemin pulls the grinning Jinki down for a kiss and this time his lips awkwardly brush against Jinki's teeth.
He whispers "I love you" and Jinki reciprocates with a hum, loud enough to resonate between the small space between their eyelashes, their own microscopic world. It's all interrupted by the first few drops of rain, and the two start in each others' arms, one throwing accusing looks of "God damn it" and the other smiling with his crescent-shaped eyes.
"We're sticking to the mattress next time," Taemin comments as the car barely manages to splutter back to life. Jinki only smiles at the implication.