30 Day Prompt Challenge: Day 3. Pools
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Rating: PG-13
Genre: comedy
Drabble: 715 words
Summary: Yoochun and Jaejoong are on a roadtrip when they get not one but two flat tires. Oh, and they ran out of gas too.
3. Pools
They packed up on Thursday, left on Friday, and got their first flat on Saturday. On Sunday they were making good mileage, and were making up for all that lost time on Saturday. Monday rolled along perfectly smooth when on Tuesday they got a second flat, and this time they didn’t have a spare or enough gas to move two feet. Five hours they waited, stranded on a road with no traffic or landmarks in either direction, pacing back and forth trying to get signal on their phones.
Jaejoong wanted to just wait for a car to pass by or something, Yoochun couldn’t wait any longer. He pointed to the map and listed off the towns they had passed in order and the time it took from each one, and then pointed at the one they had just passed and tried to get the car rolling just by pushing it. “If we can just turn it around and head back.”
His companion protested, but he really had no better idea, and the sun made his makeup melt off. “I really can’t stand this heat. Let’s just get out of the sun and wait in the car. I am not pushing that.” He sat in the passenger seat with the windows rolled down, as if the circulation would cool him off.
Yoochun, who really is more than just a companion, controlled himself for five minutes before opening the door and nearly throwing Jaejoong into a cactus patch. His movements were rough, urged by his growing frustration, and he scrapped Jaejoong’s calves on the road when he sat on his knees and pinned his elbows just next to the edge of a ditch. Sand smoked around them and it took all Jaejoong had not to grab some and flick it at his boyfriend’s face.
“Get off of me,” he growled. “Now.” Yoochun only stared at him, gazing at those tempting lips. He couldn’t help him self, he leaned down to capture the flesh. Jaejoong bit him. “I said get off.” Yoochun rolled over, sucking on his lower lip dejectedly.
“Please, just, please. We will get out of the sun a lot faster. You’ll only sweat a little, only until we find a phone or get signal and call tow service. I’ll take you somewhere nice and cool as a reward.”
Jaejoong huffed. “We’re supposed to be going to the beach right now!” But the charms of Yoochun’s puppy dog whimper won out and Jaejoong shook the gravel out of his hair and grabbed a handle on the passenger side, ready to start pushing on command.
They managed to turn the car around with Yoochun’s steering, and got the car to a little knickknack shop within two hours. The tow truck driver let them hitch a ride, he kind of had to, and dropped them off at that cheap motel that seemed to have more roaches than customers.
The receptionist gave them a dirty look when they asked for only one bed, and as they were walking out Jaejoong flipped her off with both hands. “Bitch, even if we weren’t gay we’d get one bed! Does it look like we have money to waste? Our fucking cars in the shop!” Yoochun pet his pretty hair until he calmed down.
“It’s alright Jae, she’s just some small town nobody running a shitty motel. Come on, the doors are outside instead of inside, and there are only two floors. What did you expect from this place?” Yoochun carried their bags, one of his and two of Jaejoong’s, all the way to their door, 126,
Jaejoong grunted. “I expect some decency and the best air-conditioning on the planet.” He unlocked the door with a key attached to a wooden plank with their room number painted on. “This place is shit.”
Yoochun chuckled, dumping their bags on the floor and jumping onto the bed. “Who knows, maybe they have a pool. I think I saw a sign about it in the lobby.”
His boyfriend wrinkled his nose, pulling out some disinfectant and spraying the bed even with Yoochun on it. “Gross, there is probably a bunch of piss in it.” Yoochun rolled over, facing his lover with a dorky grin.
“There are plenty of other things we can fill that pool with.”
Day 2. || Day 4.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: comedy
Drabble: 715 words
Summary: Yoochun and Jaejoong are on a roadtrip when they get not one but two flat tires. Oh, and they ran out of gas too.
3. Pools
They packed up on Thursday, left on Friday, and got their first flat on Saturday. On Sunday they were making good mileage, and were making up for all that lost time on Saturday. Monday rolled along perfectly smooth when on Tuesday they got a second flat, and this time they didn’t have a spare or enough gas to move two feet. Five hours they waited, stranded on a road with no traffic or landmarks in either direction, pacing back and forth trying to get signal on their phones.
Jaejoong wanted to just wait for a car to pass by or something, Yoochun couldn’t wait any longer. He pointed to the map and listed off the towns they had passed in order and the time it took from each one, and then pointed at the one they had just passed and tried to get the car rolling just by pushing it. “If we can just turn it around and head back.”
His companion protested, but he really had no better idea, and the sun made his makeup melt off. “I really can’t stand this heat. Let’s just get out of the sun and wait in the car. I am not pushing that.” He sat in the passenger seat with the windows rolled down, as if the circulation would cool him off.
Yoochun, who really is more than just a companion, controlled himself for five minutes before opening the door and nearly throwing Jaejoong into a cactus patch. His movements were rough, urged by his growing frustration, and he scrapped Jaejoong’s calves on the road when he sat on his knees and pinned his elbows just next to the edge of a ditch. Sand smoked around them and it took all Jaejoong had not to grab some and flick it at his boyfriend’s face.
“Get off of me,” he growled. “Now.” Yoochun only stared at him, gazing at those tempting lips. He couldn’t help him self, he leaned down to capture the flesh. Jaejoong bit him. “I said get off.” Yoochun rolled over, sucking on his lower lip dejectedly.
“Please, just, please. We will get out of the sun a lot faster. You’ll only sweat a little, only until we find a phone or get signal and call tow service. I’ll take you somewhere nice and cool as a reward.”
Jaejoong huffed. “We’re supposed to be going to the beach right now!” But the charms of Yoochun’s puppy dog whimper won out and Jaejoong shook the gravel out of his hair and grabbed a handle on the passenger side, ready to start pushing on command.
They managed to turn the car around with Yoochun’s steering, and got the car to a little knickknack shop within two hours. The tow truck driver let them hitch a ride, he kind of had to, and dropped them off at that cheap motel that seemed to have more roaches than customers.
The receptionist gave them a dirty look when they asked for only one bed, and as they were walking out Jaejoong flipped her off with both hands. “Bitch, even if we weren’t gay we’d get one bed! Does it look like we have money to waste? Our fucking cars in the shop!” Yoochun pet his pretty hair until he calmed down.
“It’s alright Jae, she’s just some small town nobody running a shitty motel. Come on, the doors are outside instead of inside, and there are only two floors. What did you expect from this place?” Yoochun carried their bags, one of his and two of Jaejoong’s, all the way to their door, 126,
Jaejoong grunted. “I expect some decency and the best air-conditioning on the planet.” He unlocked the door with a key attached to a wooden plank with their room number painted on. “This place is shit.”
Yoochun chuckled, dumping their bags on the floor and jumping onto the bed. “Who knows, maybe they have a pool. I think I saw a sign about it in the lobby.”
His boyfriend wrinkled his nose, pulling out some disinfectant and spraying the bed even with Yoochun on it. “Gross, there is probably a bunch of piss in it.” Yoochun rolled over, facing his lover with a dorky grin.
“There are plenty of other things we can fill that pool with.”
Day 2. || Day 4.