#i just had the urge to draw them being so gross and pda

[kate-bot]

i loooooooove old men yaoi!!!!!!!!!!!!! (feat. brick)

[vexedtonightmares]

with great power (elu spiderman au)

eliott has been saved by spiderman quite a few times for absolutely no reason. hopeless romantic that he is, eliott accidentally starts falling for spiderman somewhere along the way and doesn’t know what to do about it. obviously, there’s only one solution. he and his good friend lucas should pretend to date to make spiderman jealous. there’s no ulterior motives here, of course, just lucas helping a bro out.

aka eliott’s falling in love with spiderman, lucas is in love with eliott, and lucas is spiderman.

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ao3

no. 8 “We should talk.”

They hadn’t talked about how their PDA around their friends would change now that they were officially dating for real, but considering the looks they were getting, they probably should have. Yann, of course, knew everything, so he accepted it with a conspiratorial wink, but Arthur and Basile kept pretending to vomit and looking at them like they’d each grown an extra head. 

Maybe they could lay off the PDA a little, but truthfully Eliott didn’t care all that much. He wanted everyone to know how much he loved Lucas, and he hoped Lucas felt the same. Scratch that, he knew Lucas felt the same, and still couldn’t believe his luck.

He was currently sitting with Lucas and the girls in the foyer, Lucas’ head in his lap as they talked about whatever plans Daphné had concocted for some weekend coming up. Eliott didn’t know if he and Lucas would join, but he stayed somewhat engaged with the conversation, zoning out every once and a while to play with Lucas’ hair. 

“Why don’t you do that with my hair?” Daphné pouted, turning to look at Manon and resting her head on Manon’s shoulder. As Manon laughed and dropped a kiss onto her forehead Lucas sat up so fast Eliott barely had time to register his absence. 

“Why doesn’t who do what with what now?” Lucas asked, looking back and forth between the two of them. Eliott bit back a smirk, meeting Imane’s eyes across their group. A new development, apparently, was that Manon and Daphné were now dating. Eliott only knew about it because he’d been the first to show up at the foyer, well, not the first technically, because the two of them were already there making out. He would have told Lucas, but in the end the three of them agreed it would be funnier not to. 

Manon sighed melodramatically, crossing her legs. “That’ll be the last time I show any sort of PDA with my girlfriend, then,” she said, and Eliott couldn’t help but laugh. He’d almost forgotten that’s how Lucas decided to tell their friends that they were (fake) dating. 

Lucas opened his mouth in shock, then narrowed his eyes when he realized Eliott didn’t look shocked at all. “You knew?”

“Not mine to tell,” he said, miming zipping his lips.

Lucas scrunched his nose up and huffed. Eliott fell in love all over again. “Just for that no kisses until after school.”

“Nooo…” Eliott pleaded playfully, knowing Lucas’ resolve wouldn’t hold up under his best attempt at puppy dog eyes. Lucas looked away with another huff, crossing his arms. Eliott poked his head around and continued with the puppy dog eyes, because really he just had to be patient. Lucas was a stubborn little shit, but he always caved to Eliott, even when they were just friends. Eliott saw the corner of Lucas’ mouth start to lift and he knew he won. 

“Fine,” Lucas said, “But only because you’re so cute.”

Eliott grinned cheesily, squinting his eyes and scrunching up his nose. “Oh, fuck you,” Lucas whispered as he leaned in for a kiss, continuing when they broke apart. “You can’t do shit like that and expect me to not want to rip your clothes off right here, right now.”

“Do shit like what? Smile?” 

“Yes.”

Eliott smiled again, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. Lucas rolled his eyes half heartedly, leaning back in for another kiss, clearly forgetting he claimed resistance not so long ago.

“Ugh, we get it, you guys are as annoyingly adorable as Manon and Daphné. Now can you please either get a room or wait until I rinse my eyes with bleach to continue?” Emma groaned, shoving her face into Alexia’s shoulder, who patted her head sympathetically. 

Imane pointed between the two of them. “Don’t you two go hooking up now, I can’t deal with three sets of disaster gays.”

Emma laughed into Alexia’s shoulder while Alexia shrugged, pretending to consider. “No promises,” she said, “But only because you don’t swing my way Imane.”

“Hey, who said I do?” Emma asked, poking her head up. 

“Literally all of us,” Manon answered, everyone in the group nodding in agreement. Emma seemed ok with this, simply shrugging and laying her head back down on Alexia’s shoulder. 

Daphné cleared her throat then, clearly trying to bring their attention back to whatever they had actually met there for in the first place. Lucas settled his head back into Eliott’s lap and Eliott turned his attention to her, pretending it was possible for him to think about anything other than the beautiful boy looking up at him with such adoration.

“Next weekend,” Daphné continued, blushing lightly as Manon folded their hands together, “Party of the century!”

“Do explain,” Alexia prompted, bolstering Daphné’s confidence. 

“I mean, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Since we’ve had a good party?” When none of them answered Daphné sighed, pouting. “Yes, Daphné, it has been a while, please tell us your idea,” she said to herself, glaring at each of them in turn. 

“Yes, Daphné, it has been a while, please tell us your idea,” Manon repeated, allowing Daphné to soften. Did Eliott look like that all the time around Lucas? He was almost certain he did, and probably had longer than he realized. 

Daphné sat up a bit straighter, spreading her arms wide. “Secret. Foyer. Party.”

“Secret… foyer… party,” Imane clarified, with much less enthusiasm. 

“Come on, guys! I thought you’d be more excited!” Daphné exclaimed a bit angrily. 

“Whooo!” Lucas raised his fist and pumped it in the air. “Secret foyer party!”

“Thank you!” 

Eliott dropped his eyes and caught the end of Lucas’ shit eating grin. He jostled Lucas’ head with his knees, nodding in Daphné’s direction. She was not someone to be messed with, even though she looked soft and sweet. Lucas just laughed and pulled Eliott’s face down for another kiss. Eliott wasn’t upset about it.

“I’m thinking the theme will be ‘infiltration’,” Daphné said, clearly proud of herself. 

Manon narrowed her eyes. “You have an ulterior motive.”

Daphné scoffed, drawing her hand back and crossing her arms. “I do not.”

“Yes, you do,” Manon argued, still smiling serenely. “I know you Daph. Quite well, I might add.”

“Ewwww gross, Manon,” Lucas whined jokingly.

“You literally have your head in Eliott’s lap.”

“And what about it?”

“Guys!” Daphné clapped. “Infiltration!”

Emma humored her. “What exactly does infiltration entail, Daphné?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Daphné paused dramatically, making sure everyone’s eyes were on her. “Since it will be a secret foyer party, we’ll all be dressed in masks and espionage themed outfits. Plus some neon, because I bought a blacklight, and I won’t let it go to waste.”

As far as themes went, it wasn’t the worst one Eliott had ever heard, even if it was a little out of nowhere.  

Alexia leaned to the middle of their makeshift circle and stage whispered, “She chose this theme because she wants Spiderman to come.”

“Alexia!” Daphné gasped angrily, but Eliott’s attention wasn’t on her. It was on Lucas, who tensed, jaw clenching in a way that couldn’t have been comfortable. Eliott wondered if he harbored any ill will towards Spiderman, given that he’d been the object of Eliott’s desire in the first place. 

“Spiderman is not going to come,” Imane said boredly, yet sternly. 

“He might,” Lucas said with the same blasé tone. 

“He won’t,” Imane said, even more adamantly, and Lucas rolled his eyes. Eliott felt like he was missing something, and he could tell the rest of the girls felt the same way. 

“So, what do you need us for?” Manon cut in cheerfully, breaking up the tension that had somehow built up. Eliott really hoped it wasn’t there because Lucas hated Spiderman or something. Sure, Eliott didn’t like him like that anymore, but he was still a pretty cool dude. 

Daphné bit her lip, shrugging. “I don’t know yet. I still haven’t figured out how we’ll be able to get in here over the weekend.”

“Ah, leave that to me,” Alexia said, not elaborating further. Daphné seemed to decide to take her word for it and she moved on turning to, of all people, Eliott. 

“You’re an artist.” It was a statement, and Eliott didn’t know what response she desired. 

“I am…?” 

Her eyes brightened again. “Can you make a cool mural or something that will glow under blacklight? Something ‘infiltration’ themed, obviously. But like, discreet enough that the headmaster won’t realize it’s for a secret party?”

He considered this, though it wasn’t like he could really say no. Maybe he could rope Lucas into helping him. “Sure,” he decided.

Daphné clapped excitedly. “This is going to be the greatest party ever!”

Eliott sure hoped so, but if not at least he could escape somewhere with Lucas and have an even better time. He recalled the last party the two of them had gone to together and how even then he’d felt a bit overwhelmed with the urge to kiss Lucas, not understanding why. At least now he wouldn’t have to hold back, and he knew exactly why he wanted to do it. 

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Eliott was trying really hard not to be worried about Lucas. This was the third time he’d flaked on their plans, which wasn’t a big deal because they had just seen each other all day at school, but Eliott was still uneasy. It was either this or he would randomly have to leave in the middle of hanging out, but Mika and Manon were none the wiser to his whereabouts either.

Eliott checked his phone again, wondering if he watched it long enough he would get an explanation. As if summoned by his thoughts, a text from Lucas came in and he read it right away. 

Lucas: Sorry for being The Worst

Eliott: shut up dummy 

Eliott: as if you could ever be the worst

Lucas: I’ve just been so flakey lately, and I’m sorry :(

Eliott: just give me extra kisses tomorrow and all will be forgiven ;) 

Lucas: I’ll do you one better

Eliott: ???

Eliott only had a moment to wonder what Lucas meant before he heard a tap on his window. Lucas’ stupid beautiful face was sticking his tongue out at him from outside, and Eliott rushed over to open the window.

“What the hell?” he laughed as Lucas clambered through the window. 

Lucas shrugged, grinning goofily. “I figured I’d spice things up.”

“Climbing four floors up the fire escape isn't my definition of ‘spicing things up’, but to each their own,” Eliott said, pressing a kiss to the top of Lucas’ head.

“Hey,” Lucas said, when Eliott walked back over to close the window. He turned around, question in his eyes. “I love you,” Lucas continued, and Eliott had no choice but to take long steps across the room and sweep Lucas up in his arms. 

He pressed kisses to Lucas’ hairline, his temples, his forehead, his nose, and finally his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he said between kisses, “And I love you too. More than you know.”

Lucas shook his head, wrinkling his nose up at Eliott as if he wasn’t enjoying every moment of affection, and it only made Eliott want to kiss him even more. Eliott knocked their foreheads together gently, arms resting on Lucas’ shoulders. “Want to make copious amounts of popcorn and watch the greatest movie of the decade?” he asked.

Lucas raised one eyebrow. “And which movie is that again?”

“La La Land,” Eliott answered, because the answer should have been obvious. Granted, this wasn’t the first time he and Lucas had watched ‘the greatest movie of the decade’, because Eliott’s favorites changed rather often.

“The musical?” Lucas clarified, distaste written on his face. 

Eliott scoffed in offense, releasing his hold on Lucas and going over to grab his laptop. “Yes, the musical, but that’s not all it is. It’s a story about love and chasing your dreams!”

“But they don’t end up together,” Lucas complained, going into the kitchen and putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

Eliott whipped around to face him. “Who told you that?”

Lucas giggled, looking completely unfazed that he’d been spoiled for the ending of the movie. “You did?”

Oh, well, that was Eliott’s bad then. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure he remembered coming home from the movie for the first time and calling Lucas immediately, dying to talk about it with someone. He’d seen a lot of himself in both Mia and Sebastian, but he’d seen a little bit of Lucas in them too. All the small— but at the same time glaringly obvious— signs he’d been in love with Lucas all this time kept showing up, didn’t they. 

“I’m certain I didn’t tell you everything, though,” Eliott countered, even though he very well might have. He’d never really expected Lucas to listen when he talked about things like musicals and cinematography.

The timer went off on the microwave, and Lucas poked his head out of the kitchen to gaze at Eliott so softly Eliott’s heart contracted in on itself. “Even if you did, we both know I’m going to watch La La Land with you and I’m going to love it despite pretending I won’t.”

“Have I mentioned recently that I love you?” Eliott asked sincerely, despite Lucas’ answering snicker. 

“Once or twice, maybe,” Lucas said, followed by a sharp curse as he likely burnt himself on the popcorn bag trying to pour it into a bowl. Eliott smiled to himself, because this happened every time Lucas made popcorn for the two of them, somehow never learning from the past. A second later Lucas appeared with a massive bowl of popcorn and a wild smile. 

“Where to?”

Eliott nodded towards his bedroom, and Lucas blushed, despite the fact they’d been there together a million and a half times. It wasn’t like there was ever any pressure to do anything, but the opportunity was always there, hovering above both of their heads. It used to be unattainable, but now all they had to do was reach out and touch. So, Eliott did, brushing his fingers against the back of one of Lucas’ hands before making his way to his bedroom, looking over his shoulder with one eyebrow raised. 

A few kisses later, the bowl of popcorn sat between the two of them on the bed, serving as a buffer of sorts. It wasn’t that Eliott didn’t want to forget about the movie and kiss Lucas senseless, but he had to practice some form of self control. Plus, he was going to get Lucas to like La La Land even if it was the death of him. 

Still, the air was charged, and Eliott was pretty sure he spent more time watching Lucas than the movie. He couldn’t help himself, it was like he was discovering all these new things, loving each one more than the last. 

The blue of Lucas’ eyes had always been his favorite color, little oceans determined to make Eliott lose his balance until he fell overboard. His hair was a little bit longer than it had been in a while, but Eliott loved it, fingers dancing as they remembered the way the silky strands felt in his hands while they kissed. Lucas was also way more muscular than Eliott ever remembered him being, which wasn’t a bad thing, just surprising. Though Lucas had said he’d been going to the gym more often, so he supposed his efforts were paying off. If Eliott was being honest, he found it kind of hot even if it did make him feel a little inadequate.

“For someone who wanted to watch this movie, you’re not doing much watching,” Lucas hummed, still looking at the screen, but he had a knowing smirk on his face. 

Eliott was unperturbed by the fact Lucas had caught him staring. “I can’t help it when you look so beautiful.”

He saw Lucas’ breath catch, even though he knew Lucas would go on as if Eliott’s words hadn’t affected him in the slightest. As predicted, Lucas sighed, continuing, “I’m beautiful all the time.”

“Oh you think this is a one time thing?” Eliott asked with a small laugh. “Good luck ever getting me to stop staring at you and your beauty.”

Lucas groaned, but he didn’t seem too upset. “Romantic fuck,” was all he said before moving the (now empty) popcorn bowl out of the way and pulling Eliott to him. 

Between kisses Lucas shook his head, sighing again but this time in a lovesick sort of way. Eliott thought it was so adorable he could hardly breathe. “I’m the one who’s been pining all this time, I should be the one with the grand romantic statements,” Lucas complained, and Eliott giggled.

“You remember who I am, right? No one can out romance me,” Eliott said, brushing strands of Lucas’ hair behind his ears as he held either side of his face. 

“Is that a challenge?” Lucas asked, voice barely a whisper as he pressed his lips to Eliott’s once more. Eliott merely hummed in response, deepening their kiss and moving his hands from Lucas’ face to his chest. Lucas grinned into Eliott’s mouth, meeting Eliott’s hands with his own and using them to pull his shirt off. Eliott’s own shirt was quick to follow and suddenly Eliott was on top of Lucas, pushing him down onto the bed. Lucas’ hands trailed down the bare skin of Eliott’s back and Eliott nearly shivered as Lucas’ fingertips brushed his spine.

His hands fiddled with the button on Lucas’ jeans when Lucas opened his eyes abruptly, as if someone had shocked him. All the hairs on his arms looked like they were standing on end. Eliott sat back immediately, eyes searching Lucas’ face.

“Is everything ok?” he asked. They’d gone farther than that before… he hoped Lucas wasn’t uncomfortable. 

The panicked expression on Lucas’ face softened a bit, and he brushed a hand down Eliott’s cheek. “Yeah, yeah, sorry, it’s not about you, or this, I just… I have to go.”

“But you just got here,” Eliott said, confused. 

“I know.” Lucas twisted his lips, biting the inside of his cheek. “I don’t want to leave, but there’s something I have to do.”

The warmth in Eliott’s chest went away as quickly as it had come, and he rolled off the bed, finding Lucas’ discarded shirt on the floor and tossing it to him. “Ok. Um, see you tomorrow? Painting the mural?”

A million emotions flickered over Lucas’ features, too quick for Eliott to discern any of them. “Yeah, tomorrow,” he agreed, pausing with his shirt in his hands. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine, Lucas,” Eliott assured him, because it was fine, he was just confused. If it wasn’t anything he’d done, what was the problem? Lucas looked at him, love in his eyes, crossing the room to pull Eliott into a blinding kiss that, by the time Eliott recovered from it, Lucas was gone.

He was gone without a trace it seemed, and when Eliott left his bedroom to see if Lucas was at the door all he saw was an empty flat, draft coming from the open window. He must have forgotten to close it when Lucas came in. When he tried to close it, his hand brushed against something sticky and he retracted it as if he’d been burned, leaning down to inspect.

It looked like a spiderweb… Great, he definitely needed spiders roaming about in his apartment. It was ironic that he’d had a minor crush on Spiderman when he hated actual spiders more than anything, but Spiderman wasn’t an actual spider, so. 

The night breeze felt kind of nice, actually, so Eliott stepped out onto his fire escape, admiring the city from this point of view. He wished Lucas was still there to admire it with him, but he’d settle for a joint at the present moment. Luckily, he had one handy, so he lit it with the lighter Lucas had gotten him on a whim one time because the one he’d had forever had stopped working and let his thoughts mull around in his mind. 

They strayed to Lucas, because Lucas had been a permanent fixture in his mind for years, but their new relationship had expanded that tenfold. As long as Eliott had known him, Lucas had never been one to forget plans or bail early with little to no excuse, so his forgetfulness lately confused Eliott a little bit. Sure, everyone had things going on, but the secrecy and lack of explanation was a bit suspicious, if Eliott was being honest with himself. He didn’t know if Lucas didn’t trust him, or if he just left without explanations because Eliott never demanded one. 

He blew smoke through his nose, stubbing out the joint after only a few hits, too in his head to enjoy it properly. It wasn’t like his plans for the night had been ruined, because he hadn’t had plans until Lucas showed up at his window with that goofy, intoxicating grin of his, but now he couldn’t help but be a little disappointed regardless, wishing Lucas was there so they could ‘accidentally’ fall asleep together and cuddle all night long. 

He stumbled back into his flat through the window, wondering how Lucas had come in so gracefully and went straight to his fridge as if it may grant him the answers to the universe. It didn’t, but he did realize he was out of milk, eggs, and beer, so he decided there was no time like the present to run out to the store and stock up on those essentials. 

On his way out he realized he was still missing his favorite brown jacket, the one he’d lent to Spiderman all that time ago. He wondered if he’d ever get it back, wondered if he’d ever even see Spiderman again. It wasn’t a problem if he didn’t, but it was a bit strange how after they’d kissed Spiderman had seemingly dropped off the face of the earth. Or out of Eliott’s life, at the very least. He was all over the city from what Eliott had seen on social media and the news. Hell, he’d probably even show up to Daphné’s party. 

The store was only about a block away from Eliott’s flat, so the lack of jacket wasn’t too noticeable, but there was still a chill in the air he hadn’t felt in its entirety out on his balcony. There were quite a few people hovering around the store, many more than Eliott saw on a regular daily basis, and Eliott wondered why. 

People were whispering to one another, passing phones and trying to get a better view over one another and Eliott caught the barest hints of their conversations as he wove his way through the throng of people.

“Did you see—?”

“That was insane!”

“How did Spiderman get here so quickly?”

Eliott stopped where he stood, turning to the person that had just spoken. “Did you say Spiderman?”

The girl in question smirked, raising her eyebrows. “Where have you been? Spiderman just came out of nowhere and stopped a robbery in progress inside the store. I don’t know how he knew so quickly… he’s so fearless, too, the robber had a gun on him and he just dodged every bullet without breaking a sweat. Well, maybe he did break a sweat, but with the suit you can’t really tell…” she trailed off, and Eliott stopped paying attention, pushing back through the way he’d come. A sense of urgency had overtaken him, and he figured Spiderman might still be close by so they could at least have a conversation. Maybe it wasn’t the best time, but Eliott was tired of waiting.

He almost ran past his building when a blur of red and blue caught his eye from the fire escape. He skidded to a halt, blinking up at the figure looking through his window. “Spiderman?” he called out, then realized he should lower his voice a bit. “Spiderman?”

That unreadable gaze turned to face him, and Spiderman froze like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. Eliott went to the base of the fire escape, but Spiderman jumped down with ease before Eliott could even begin to ascend the many stairs. 

“What are you doing here?” Eliott asked.

“Stopping a robbery,” Spiderman said, completely casually, as if he hadn’t just been peering through Eliott’s window. 

Eliott sighed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know that. I meant what are you doing at my flat?”

Spiderman shrugged, leaning against the building. “I was in the neighborhood?”

“Hilarious, L,” Eliott said, massaging his temples with one hand.

Spiderman stumbled, masked voice coming out a bit shaky. “What did you just call me?”

Eliott furrowed his brows, then blushed as he realized his slip of the tongue. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from. Well, I do, it’s the nickname I have for my boyfriend, but I don’t know why I just called you that. Habit, maybe.” He shrugged apologetically. “Sorry.”

Spiderman didn’t say anything, and Eliott wondered if he was thinking about how Eliott had technically ‘cheated’ on said boyfriend when the two of them had kissed. He debated setting the record straight, but now that he wasn’t pining after Spiderman anymore, he didn’t really see the point, it would only confuse things more. 

“So… long time no see,” Eliott tried, never knowing how to break the ice on an awkward conversation, especially when this one was so far out of anything he’d ever experienced before. 

“Yeah,” Spiderman agreed, settling back against the wall again. “Sorry about that.”

Eliott shook his head. “Don’t be, I just wanted to see you one last time, to clarify things.”

Spiderman cocked his head to one side. “Oh?”

“When you kissed me, I was more shocked than anything,” Eliott admitted, “And sure, it was a good kiss, but I need you to know that I’m very, very, in love with my boyfriend.”

“I’m sure he’s fantastic,” Spiderman agreed, and Eliott didn’t quite know if he was being sarcastic or not. 

Eliott coughed, offering, “We can still be, like, friends, though. If you want. You’re still a pretty great person. Or spider-person, or whatever.”

“What would your boyfriend say about that?” Spiderman asked.

Eliott laughed, thinking about Lucas’ reaction in his mind. He was pretty sure that they were confident enough in their feelings for one another that it wouldn’t matter. He was also pretty sure Spiderman wouldn’t hang around him as much now that there was nothing between them, so it wouldn’t really even be a problem. Something told him that Lucas would like Spiderman, though, if they ever met.

“I really don’t think he’d be too worried about it. We can all hang out together, if you want,” he suggested, knowing that was probably pushing it a bit far, but wanting to show Spiderman how serious he was about his relationship with Lucas. The look Spiderman gave him was somewhere between belief and disbelief, or maybe he was just reading too far into things given what he could discern from the mask. 

“Eliott,” Spiderman said, taking a step towards him, “I’m sorry.”

That was not what he had been expecting. “Sorry? For what?”

“All the things I want to tell you,” Spiderman said. He looked down at his hands, at his suit. “Your boyfriend is one lucky guy.”

He started to walk away, but Eliott stopped him, placing a hand on his arm. He was too confused to just let him walk away again. “You can tell me anything, I swear I won’t tell a soul unless you want me to.”

But Spiderman just shook his head. “You’d never forgive me.”

“I bet I would.”

“Don’t say that, please.” Spiderman tore his arm from Eliott’s grip, pausing and looking up at him. “I’d say ‘see you around’, but I think it’d be best if we both forgot about each other.”

“What are you so afraid of?” Eliott asked genuinely. He knew where he stood with his feelings, and even if Spiderman maybe liked him, it was clear to both of them that was never going to happen, especially when Spiderman wouldn’t even remove his mask fully to kiss Eliott.

Spiderman laughed, like the question had been funny. “Oh, El. Everything,” he said, shooting a web to the top of the building next to Eliott’s apartment and swinging out of sight before Eliott even had a chance to respond. Instead, he stood in the alley alone, more confused than ever.

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He’d been stupid, going back to Eliott’s place, but every decision he made was stupid when it came to Eliott, so he hadn’t thought it through at the time. Now he couldn’t stop overthinking every word he’d said. Eliott had looked so puzzled, so lost, and Lucas knew that his words were probably coming from a million different directions and causing more confusion than closure.

He’d called Eliott El, and Eliott had called him L, but he prayed the former had gone unnoticed. There was a part of him that worried Eliott still yearned for the hero that he thought Spiderman was, that he’d leave Lucas in a heartbeat if there was a chance of something more between them. 

(He knew this was stupid, that he was Spiderman, and Eliott couldn’t very well leave him for him, but Lucas rationalized that Eliott could, in fact, leave him for the idea of him.)

As he’d sat with Eliott, watching a movie that pretty much encapsulated all the things Eliott loved about cinema, and realized that this was real, they were really together, he’d wanted to stay in that moment forever. But, of course, when his ‘spider senses’, as Yann called them, tingled and he knew that something wasn’t right, the moment was broken. 

He wished he’d never been bitten by that stupid spider, and immediately felt guilty for wishing so. How selfish was he, that he’d sacrifice such an amazing thing that could help so many people just for the chance at being Eliott’s forever? 

Eliott hadn’t texted him at all after he’d left, both as Lucas and as Spiderman. Lucas didn’t know how to feel about that, and he hoped he hadn’t messed with Eliott’s thoughts too much. The last thing he needed was for Eliott to tell him that he was in love with Spiderman again.

He still felt guilty for leaving, too, even though he’d known he had to. There had been a possibility that something really bad could have happened, and how could he claim the title of ‘superhero’ if he’d ignored it? Granted, he hated the title of superhero, but if he had to wear it he may as well live up to it. 

Things had been a bit precarious as of late, since he’d found Eliott in that abandoned building. The building had disappeared overnight, which shouldn’t have been possible, and he couldn’t get the image of the faceless man out of his mind. It felt like something was brewing, something bigger than him, and he was about to get caught in the crossfire. He didn’t sign up for this shit, he didn’t sign up for any of it, really, but movie supervillains come to life were not what he’d been expecting when he’d first donned his mask and suit. Was the world really so bad that when it gave someone the power to make a positive change it also created someone hell bent on doing the opposite? Did the man he’d fought at the eiffel tower have something to do with all of this too? 

Lucas pushed the thoughts from his mind, not willing to entertain them any longer, especially on his way to meet Eliott. He’d talk it all over with Imane and Yann later, they were much better at this whole thing than he was. If Imane was Spiderman (or woman, he supposed) Lucas was nearly certain that she’d never have made this many messes, and if she did, she’d know just how to clean them up.   

The worst part was that he’d really been so good at keeping Spiderman and Lucas separate (at least for the most part, upside down kiss aside) but the more time went on the more lines blurred and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep this up, all the secrecy. It was one thing to lie to millions of people you didn’t know, it was quite another to lie to the one person you loved more than anything.

Yann kept telling him to tell Eliott the truth, and Imane kept threatening to tell Eliott the truth herself if he didn’t get his head out of his ass, but he knew she would never actually do something like that. He also knew that they were both right, but what constituted the correct circumstances to say such a thing?

Eliott was already in the foyer when Lucas opened the door, completely lost in his thoughts. Lucas hardly registered Eliott’s presence until he was greeted by a soft kiss on the forehead, something that was pretty unusual given his new abilities. It was hard to surprise him anymore, but he did have a lot on his mind, and his guard was always down around Eliott. 

Eliott still didn’t seem like Eliott, though, and it worried Lucas. Normally, he would have rattled off a list of ideas for the mural right off the bat, but instead he went back to stand in front of the wall in silence, looking pensive. Lucas shrugged off his jacket and shoes and went to stand beside him. 

Honestly, it was a wonder Eliott had never taken his height difference with both Spiderman and Lucas into account when he was searching for Spiderman’s identity. Then again, Lucas didn’t even know if Eliott had ever actively sought out Spiderman’s identity. He knew that he would have, but he knew that Eliott probably cared more about respecting Spiderman’s wishes than discovering who he was under the mask. Lucas wasn’t sure how that made him feel. On one hand, it was nice to know how caring and considerate Eliott was, how respectful he was of others even when it didn’t benefit him. On the other, would Eliott really have been satisfied with a love like that? Sure, love was blind, and Lucas would have had to tell him eventually, but did he really not care who was under the mask, did he really think it wouldn’t make a difference? 

“We should talk,” Eliott said, and Lucas stiffened involuntarily. There it was, everything was about to come crashing down.

Lucas couldn’t bring his eyes to meet Eliott’s. “About what?”

“I, um, had a run in with Spiderman last night,” Eliott said, and Lucas did his best to look confused.

“Oh?” What else was there to say?

From the corner of his eye, Lucas saw Eliott lift his hand to his lips, running his fingers back and forth across his lips, a nervous habit he’d always had. “It was kind of confusing, if I’m being honest,” Eliott admitted, and Lucas squeezed his eyes shut.

“If you’re going to break up with me, Eliott, just do it,” he said defeatedly, not wanting to drag things out longer than necessary. He risked a glance at Eliott and saw that he looked completely taken aback. 

“Wha— Why would I break up with you?” Eliott asked.

“Because you love him more than me.” Because you love the fearless, heroic version of me more than the one you’ve known for years. The one that’s shared every vulnerability, every flaw. 

“Lucas—” Eliott reached out to him and Lucas took a step back. Eliott looked hurt, and Lucas didn’t know why. He was the one that should have been hurting. “Lucas, I’m not breaking up with you.”

Now it was Lucas’ turn to blink in surprise. “What?”

“I love you,” Eliott reminded him, but Lucas’ insecurities had taken the better of him, and he’d dug himself into an impossible hole. 

“Yeah, for now. But a week ago you were in love with Spiderman. How do I know I’m not just the person right in front of you, the one you love because you think it’ll fulfill you until the superhero is yours for the taking?” Lucas asked. 

Eliott rolled his eyes. “Are you serious? I don’t half ass love, I could never.”

“That’s what you think, but—”

“Well, what about you, huh?” Eliott demanded, going on the offensive. “When we’re together, it’s everything, and I feel every bit of love you have to share, but then you leave, you leave, and you leave. Or you don’t show up. Or you’re god knows where with god knows who at all hours of the day and night and I’m just expected to sit back and say nothing because it’s your life, but I’m a bigger part of that now, whether you like it or not, so when you leave and don’t show up and disappear I don’t know what to do.”

Well, fuck. “Well sorry for not telling you my location every second of the day, last I checked you were my boyfriend, not my father.” Well, double fuck. Why did he never know when to stop talking? 

“You’re impossible,” Eliott said, shaking his head and looking away. He’d said it a million times before, usually accompanied with a laugh or a fond look. Never this cold, never this serious. Lucas didn’t like fighting, especially with Eliott, but he’d been holding back so many things recently, keeping so many secrets from so many people, that he got needlessly defensive to avoid spilling them all.

He was scared that he would say something he’d regret, or spill a secret he wasn’t ready to spill, so he clamped his mouth shut, dipped his brush in paint, and flung it at Eliott. 

Eliott stumbled back in shock, and Lucas hoped his added strength hadn’t made it hurt at all. Eliott’s fingers traced the paint that now adorned the left side of his face and shoulder, and his expression turned from shocked to indignant. 

Lucas saw it coming, not only because of his spider senses, but also because he knew that when he reacted, Eliott exhibited an equal or opposite reaction, just like Newton stated. This reaction was going to be equal. 

Sure enough, he got a swipe of blue paint right across his forehead. This probably would have been sexy, under other circumstances, and Lucas hoped that a parallel version of himself got to have a sexy paint fight with Eliott rather than this petty one. 

They both completely disregarded the task at hand, even dropping their brushes and grabbing as much paint as their hands could hold before throwing it at each other. In the back of his mind, Lucas knew that he could have just apologized, that he should have just apologized. 

Though, he had to admit that a paint fight was an excellent way to release pent up tension. He thought he saw a little spark of light in Eliott’s eyes, like maybe he wasn’t actually mad, but it only made Lucas throw the paint a little harder. Fuck Eliott for being so perfect all the time.

Paint was flying from every angle in every color, and Lucas also knew that, frustrated as he may have been, Eliott’s brain was taking it’s time to appreciate the art in what they were doing too, the ways the colors mixed and how they landed and blended on skin, clothes, the floor beneath them. If he had been more artistically inclined, Lucas probably would have been appreciating it too.   

“What the hell is going on here?” someone screeched and Lucas and Eliott both froze mid throw, turning to the door with wide eyes. Daphné was looking at the two of them in utter dismay, the rest of the girls behind her. 

“Lucas started it,” Eliott said.

“Eliott’s being a dick,” Lucas said.

“Eliott was trying to have a conversation.”

“Lucas doesn’t give a shit.”

“Maybe Lucas should give a shit.”

Despite knowing that the girls were all standing there watching, Lucas lifted a paint can with ease, dumping its contents on Eliott. Eliott wiped his eyes, looking a little bit more angry now, but before he could retaliate, Imane ran in and stood between the two, holding her hands out and giving them each a disapproving glare, Lucas especially. She probably knew that this argument had stemmed from Lucas unwillingness to be truthful with Eliott. 

“Don’t make me,” she hissed under her breath to Lucas, not having to say more than that for him to get the point. She said something to Eliott too, but Lucas couldn’t hear it. Whatever it was Eliott deflated, anger leaving his eyes. He dropped the paint can he’d been holding with a loud thud, shaking his hair slightly to get rid of excess paint before grabbing his shoes off the floor and storming out of the room. 

Lucas was tempted to do the same, but Imane leveled him with another glare. “Not so fast. You’re not leaving until this mess is cleaned up.”

“Eliott got to leave,” he whined indignantly.

“Don’t test me, Lallemant.” She pointed a finger at him, shaking her head.

Lucas sighed, but obeyed her instructions. He owed her, Daphné, and Eliott that much. He and Eliott both probably needed a little bit of space, anyway, because apparently the two of them trying to talk ended in paint wars. 

Maybe his life would be better if he just shut up for a change. A lot of people’s lives probably would be, Eliott’s included. Funny how he could be a hero and a disaster at the same time. Hopefully that disaster wouldn’t start trickling into his heroic façade, that really would just be the icing on top of the cake, wouldn’t it?

[hungline]

they’re like ocean waves | ch 1

pairings: yoonminseok, side namjin  genre: fluff, angst, surfer au, friends/enemies to lovers au, rated t  warnings: drowning, implied sexual content  words: 4835 

summary: Jung Hoseok is a hotshot surfer entering the biggest competition of his life and Park Jimin is a judge who just saved his life (but who also actually hates Hoseok?). Hoseok isn't very sure, all he knows is that Yoongi has been in love with him for years and now he wants to have a threesome with Jimin. Go figure.

Seokjin just makes sure that Hoseok doesn't ruin all their hard work again. 

⇢ part three of jihope bingo 2017 

⇢ chapter one of they’re like ocean waves [ABANDONED]

“Do you really need to come with me?”

Seokjin gives him an unamused look and rolls his eyes when Hoseok sighs.

Namjoon, ever the most unobservant when it came to social interactions, merely draws his husband into his side and laughs at Hoseok’s displeased expression. “He’s your manager, of course, he has to go with you.”

It’s now Hoseok’s turn to roll his eyes. “Joon, the question was directed at you.”

“Oh,” Namjoon huffs out, but then he’s all dimples and scrunched up eyes as Seokjin pats his head comfortingly, his gold wedding band glinting as he does. “Of course I have to go with you guys. I’m the only one who can speak English.”

Hoseok throws himself across the married couple’s laps and groans aloud with Seokjin who’d jumped when Hoseok’s face had ended up near his crotch. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“I’m almost always right, Hobi.”

“Could you just...oh, I don’t know, shut up for a sec?” Hoseok grumbles into Seokjin’s thigh.

Seokjin’s crooked fingers then begin to run through his hair and Hoseok visibly relaxes as he lets the elder try to make him feel better.

“Just...just make sure I don’t do something stupid in the airport, okay?” Hoseok whispers, too tired to lift his head up to face his team and hopes that the two men had understood what he’d said.

“It’s my job to make sure you don’t, Hoseok-ah.” Seokjin’s voice is low and stern and Hoseok has the vague urge to call him dad. “I’m your manager for a reason.”

“‘Cause you were the prettiest one to show up to the interviews?” Hoseok says.

Namjoon scoffs and slaps Hoseok's ass. “Don’t insult my husband like that.”

Seokjin’s squeaky laugh meets their ears as Hoseok turns to stare daggers into Namjoon’s head, but he doesn’t look offended or upset, so Hoseok just settles himself back into his original position.

“Actually, Joon-ah, he’s right. I was the most attractive person to show up and they needed someone good looking to balance out Hoseok’s plain looks.”

“Hey!”

“Well if we’re being honest, I may as well point out the elephant in the room,” Seokjin laughs again.

Hoseok grumbles something about shoving his foot down Seokjin’s throat if he calls him ugly again and is lucky that the married couple is too absorbed in one another to pay attention to his shit talking. But he doesn't like the way Namjoon's fingers tangle into his shirt when Seokjin starts to pet his husband's face. Hoseok would be grossed out by the couple's grossly-cute PDA if he hadn't been the best man at their wedding. So he grits his teeth and rolls off their laps until he's lying on the floor at their feet and stares at the ceiling while he begins to hear noises that sound suspiciously like Seokjin and Namjoon kissing.

"Can't you two wait until I leave the room?" Hoseok groans out, not bothering to sit up in order to level them with his glare. He knows that they know he wants to anyway.

Seokjin laughs again and Hoseok doesn't feel as irritated anymore. "You can't even see us, Hobi. Why don't you just tell Yoongi when we're leaving and I can book the tickets already."

Hoseok raises himself on his elbows and scrunches his brows together in confusion. "Why would I tell Yoongi when we're leaving?"

Namjoon is sitting on Seokjin's lap, but Hoseok isn't confused about that. That’s a common enough occurrence that Hoseok is just used to his friends getting it on while he’s in the room.

"He's your boyfriend. I'm pretty sure he'd like to come with us if you're leaving for a week long competition," Namjoon says, a large smile on his face and hands in Seokjin's hair.

"Yoongi-hyung isn't my boyfriend."

"What?"

"What?"

"Why would you think he's my boyfriend?" Hoseok asks instead when the trio merely stare at one another, mouths agape and eyes wide.

Namjoon begins to speak but is cut off by Seokjin forcing a hand over his mouth. "That's not important. Just go tell Yoongi-yah that we're leaving on Friday and to text me for the rest of the details."

Hoseok eyes the married couple warily, but lets it go when he looks at the clock over their heads and realizes that he is so fucking late and Yoongi is going to have his balls on a platter if he doesn't get the fuck out of there soon.

"Yeah, okay, I'll let him know!" Hoseok slurs through his words, his jeolla dialect making an appearance as he tries to gather his things. "I got to go! Hyung is gonna kill me if I'm late for dinner."

Then he's up and out the door before Seokjin or Namjoon can say anything more. Seokjin drops his hand from Namjoon's mouth and settles himself back into the couch, smiling when Namjoon curls up into his chest and starts kissing on his collarbones.

"And he says Yoongi isn't his boyfriend," Seokjin murmurs when Namjoon has taken to trailing his nose up and down his throat.

Namjoon only smiles that big dopey smile of his and arches his back as Seokjin tilts his chin up to press his lips insistently against his.

"It's cool, hyungie. He'll figure it out eventually," Namjoon mutters when the two break apart.

Seokjin smiles and runs his fingers through Namjoon's hair, feeling an inexplicable emotion in his chest when he thinks about the way Yoongi's entire face lights up at the mere mention of Hoseok's name. "For Yoongi's sake, I really hope he does, Joon-ah."

   “It’s too fucking bright,” is all Yoongi says when they step off the airplane in Hawaii.

"Dude, it's Hawaii," Namjoon says in English and Hoseok is surprised that he understood him so clearly.

Namjoon's pronunciation has certainly improved and Hoseok is starting to feel more lenient about letting Namjoon come with them. He's still not really sure why Yoongi agreed to come since he knows that the elder hates bright places with every bone in his body. Regardless, it's nice to be with familiar faces while in unfamiliar places and Hoseok says nothing as Yoongi continues to grumble about the sun and whatnot.

Seokjin laughs and takes Namjoon's hand, leading him towards customs before they collect their luggage and hail a cab. Hoseok makes a tiny squeaking sound when Yoongi decides to sit on his lap instead of the perfectly empty seat between Seokjin and Hoseok. Seokjin averts his eyes and lets Namjoon tell their driver where they're headed since his own English isn't as great as his husband's.

Yoongi nestles his head into the curve of Hoseok's throat and drifts off into sleep. His arms are wrapped around Hoseok's neck leaving the younger man to grip his waist tightly to keep him from falling. Hoseok should be used to this kind of behavior from Yoongi. He's clingy, but not in a way that Hoseok finds suffocating. Hoseok likes having people touch him and being touched and holding someone to his chest, but after all the sly things Namjoon has said hinting towards Yoongi's possible feelings for him, Hoseok isn't so sure that this feels right anymore. He loves Yoongi, he really does, but he isn't sure it's the kind of love that Yoongi wants. Hoseok himself isn't sure about what kind of love he may feel for Yoongi, but he doesn't want to bring any attention to it in case he loses Yoongi for good.

So Hoseok remains quiet for the entire ride and holds Yoongi a tiny bit closer to his chest as they drive past neighborhoods and houses and tropical plants that Hoseok wishes he could take pictures of. Seokjin does that for him though and when his phone buzzes alerting him to the photos that Seokjin has sent him, he scrolls through them mindlessly. His thumb pauses over the photo of Yoongi curled up in his lap with Hoseok's head dipped down as if to kiss him. His breath catches, but Yoongi remains asleep so Hoseok instead locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket, hoping that Seokjin won't bring it up again.

They arrive at their hotel, sweaty and tired and Hoseok's still not sure how they managed to fit his board along with all their luggage into the cab's trunk. He lets the idea slip away when Yoongi takes his hand and some of their bags, before dragging Hoseok towards the inside of the hotel where the sweet, cold air of air conditioning greets them. They wait for Namjoon and Seokjin to reach them and smile politely when a bellhop runs up to them with a trolley, stacking their luggage carefully upon it. Then Namjoon is leading the way to the front desk and checking them in, getting their room keys and making some small talk with the woman in front of him until they're swept into the elevator and have a quiet ride up.

Hoseok leans against the elevator's back wall and Yoongi leans on him. Seokjin stands straight and poised in front of them, but Hoseok is sleepy and doesn't like the look on Seokjin's face when he stares at them. Namjoon is busy fiddling with his phone and running the schedule for tomorrow through Seokjin to care much about what the others are doing. It feels like the longest elevator ride Hoseok has ever taken.

The doors open to his relief and he nudges Yoongi before following after the married couple. The hallway is empty and Hoseok is barely starting to realize that it's most likely really elegant and fancy and now he's afraid to even walk on the carpet. He whines quietly when Namjoon pushes the room key into Yoongi's hands instead of his and laughs when Seokjin forcibly takes the other room key from Namjoon. Hoseok knows he's not the most responsible person on this planet, but at least he's more dependable than Namjoon when it comes to certain things.

Yoongi opens their room without any sort of preamble at all and throws himself across the closest bed. Hoseok is just relieved that their room has two beds instead one like Namjoon and Seokjin's does. But then he thinks that maybe he shouldn't be relieved and upset instead. When Hoseok really thinks about it though, his brain starts to hurt and he instead waves over the bellhop from earlier who's shown up with their luggage.

Hoseok tips him generously, glad that Namjoon had reminded him to exchange his won for dollar bills before they left the airport. Hoseok drags their suitcases inside the suite and shuts the door behind him once he's sure that Seokjin is gathering the other bags. His board leans against the wall but Hoseok moves it so that it won't fall and break at any random moment.

Then he's done and Hoseok's back aches so he flops into the other mattress that's closer to the balcony door and sighs when the soft bedspread welcomes him with open arms.

"Seok-ah."

Hoseok's not sure if he imagined Yoongi speaking or not, but when he hears the elder rustling in his bed, he's positive that he isn't dreaming.

"Seokie." Yoongi's voice is hoarse and low and all kinds of musical and Hoseok can't help but lift his head up in the elder's direction.

"Cuddle with me?"

Hoseok doesn't know what makes him do it, but his body is moving of its own accord and suddenly Hoseok's face is pressed into Yoongi's hair and Yoongi's leg is hitched over his hip. Their arms are thrown over each other and Hoseok now has one leg in between Yoongi's thighs and their breaths are intermingling in the air between and when did they start kissing?

Yoongi's lips are soft and small and they lazily move against Hoseok's. There's no tongue or teeth involved and Hoseok kind of wishes there was because it would make this experience that much less intimate. Hoseok's lips keep moving though and Yoongi's rubbing against his leg, but there's no sexual aspect charged to the moment.

They're simply kissing and moving against one another, waiting to see which one will break away first.

Yoongi's fingers find their way into Hoseok's hair and he pulls on the dark brown strands gingerly, still kissing the younger while waiting to see his reaction. Hoseok groans and draws away from the elder, smiling when Yoongi leans in to follow him, sneaking in a few more kisses before their lips finally separate.

Hoseok wishes that he hadn't broken away, it would have kept him from staring deep into the elder's eyes with a flush working down from his cheeks to his throat. His face feels warm and there's something sparkling in the brown depths of Yoongi's eyes, but Hoseok is too scared to acknowledge it just yet.

So he clears his throat and stares at Yoongi's eyebrow hidden underneath his fluffy black bangs as he speaks. "We should, um, get some rest, hyung."

It's the middle of the afternoon, but Hoseok is always dog tired after riding in an airplane for a few hours and this time isn't any different.

Yoongi frowns a tiny bit, but nods, letting his fingers slide down from Hoseok's scalp to his jawline until the younger man's cheeks are cupped in Yoongi's broad hands. "SeokSeok, you didn't have to kiss me if you didn't want to."

Hoseok gulps and tries his best not to lean into Yoongi's touch. "I don't know if I wanted to or not, hyung. I'm sorry."

"Don't say sorry unless you mean it, Seok-ah." Yoongi doesn't look or sound angry, but Hoseok still feels nervous anyway.

"I don't regret kissing you, hyung," Hoseok stammers, his hands starting to tremble until he finally sags and leans his chin into Yoongi's hands. "I just don't want to hurt you. I don't know how I'm feeling and I don't want to give you a sense of false hope in case things don't work out."

Yoongi merely shrugs and presses his lips to Hoseok's. "Did you regret that?"

"No," Hoseok manages to say, his face all squished.

"How about this?" Yoongi asks before he kisses Hoseok again, more forceful than before yet still tender somehow.

Hoseok shakes his head and doesn't know who starts it or who ends it but when their lips meet again Yoongi is pliant and warm underneath his fingertips and Hoseok takes his time exploring. Yoongi lets him, with soft gasps and warm kisses being the only reactions that Hoseok gets. Then Yoongi's hands are mapping out the expanse of Hoseok's back, his fingers cold against Hoseok's warm skin and Hoseok feels a shiver ripple down his back, biting back a groan as he does. Yoongi nudges against him and brings their lips together again.

"Do you regret any of this?" Yoongi asks then and Hoseok melts into the elder, a heavy feeling in his chest finally subsiding as Yoongi holds him close

"No."

"Good."

They kiss again and that's all Hoseok remembers before sleep takes him.

   "Do you want to talk about what happened?" Yoongi asks the next morning, when the two wake up to Seokjin pounding on their door to get ready for breakfast.

Hoseok stretches out beside him and kisses Yoongi's brow. "I don't know."

"Well tell me what you do know then?"

"I like kissing you and I don't regret it. I like cuddling you and sleeping in the same bed. I like the way your hair falls into your face and I like the tiny noises you make while you sleep. I like how you cling onto me in almost every situation and I like your face and the way your body feels under my hands. I like how close we are and I like that you don't push me for things. I like how grouchy you can be sometimes, but how soft you suddenly become whenever I touch you. I like you."

Yoongi smiles and nods. "I like you too."

"Should we um ー ?" Hoseok begins.

The elder only shakes his head. "No. I don't think we should start dating straight away."

Hoseok sighs, actually relieved because the idea of dating his hyung makes him kind of want to scream. "So then what should we do?"

Yoongi kisses him then, abruptly and all kinds of soft and Hoseok cringes at his morning breath but kisses him back anyway.

"We should ease into it. Be casual. Hell, we could use this week as a chance to hook up with strangers before we become serious," Yoongi says.

Hoseok blinks. "You mean that? You wouldn't be angry if I slept with someone else tonight?"

Yoongi shrugs his shoulders and pushes himself up, groaning when his hair falls around him in a puffy cloud. "Nah. No offense, but I need to try other dicks out before I settle for commitment and one sole dick in my life."

"Oh my god," Hoseok laughs, his hands pushing him upwards until he and Yoongi are eye-to-eye again. "Is this like a bachelor's party or something now?"

"In a way, yes. This is exactly like a bachelor's party, except there's no established relationship keeping us from boning other people before we become serious."

Hoseok nods and Yoongi gives him another kiss before they fight over who gets to take a shower first. Seokjin knocks on their door again and the two decide to just share instead.

Breakfast passes uneventfully and Seokjin leads them back upstairs to their rooms so they can prepare for the beach. Technically, Hoseok does have a schedule for today, but since it's only scouting the area of the competition, Seokjin lets them roam around freely. His only rule is that Hoseok not go into the water thanks to the tide being too strong to surf in.

Of course, Hoseok doesn't listen and rents out a board from the surf shop near the pier. It's not his board, but it's decent for his size and weight and it'll have to do. Yoongi watches as Hoseok stretches out his limbs before dipping down to give him a peck on the lips then running off into the cold Hawaiian water.

It feels easy at first. The tide isn't too strong and the waves are a decent size, so Hoseok doesn't think about anything except the ocean, his board, and himself. He paddles out deeper into the water, laughing when an icy spray smacks him in the face, but this isn't anything new to him and he loves how refreshing it makes him feel. A wave approaches and Hoseok readies himself to stand.

The first wave is easy enough. Hoseok feels like he's flying when he stands up and rides out the wave. Surfing has always done this for him. It makes him feel alive. The air is crisp, clean, and salty and he feels like he's on top of the world.

Until another wave, one that he never saw coming, creeps up on him and wipes him out. Hoseok would have been fine if his rental board also hadn't knocked him in the head when he fell under the water. Hoseok doesn't know which way is up or down and light seems to come at him from every angle and it's getting harder and harder to hold his breath. Another wave crashes above him and the current is too strong for Hoseok to fight in his dazed mindset.

He's thrown along with the current, head spinning, black spots appearing in his vision. His head hurts and he wants to breathe. Where is the surface? Why can't Hoseok find air?

Light dances in his eyesight and then a hand is pulling him down ー or maybe it's pulling him up because Hoseok can see the light getting brighter and the stranger's grip on him is strong, but he doesn't know what's going on. Hoseok closes his eyes and lets the last puff of air rush out of his lungs as his body goes slack.

He comes back to only to think he's in heaven because the face of an angel is right above him and his lips are tingling as if he's just been kissed. His hair is wet and he smells of the ocean and Hoseok wonders if his body remembers how it felt to be kissed by the man's rather plush lips. Then the burning itch in his throat registers and Hoseok's eyes widen as he feels the oncoming storm of coughs that want to wrack his body. He can feel another body close by, but Hoseok isn't sure if he's dead or not yet.

When the coughing begins, he knows he's alive.

If he was dead, it wouldn't him so much. So that must mean the angel is actually a person and wow, Hoseok would sure love to get into his pants.

The man leans away from him, a look of mild disgust marring his features as Hoseok attempts to hack up a lung, but he soon forgets about his savior when Yoongi's face suddenly appears in his line of sight looking angrily relieved as he presses kisses all over Hoseok's face.

"You fucking idiot. I can't believe you did something like this. You're a professional surfer for fuck's sake, you should know when it isn't safe to ride the waves. God, you are such a fucking dumbass," Yoongi growls, anger seeming to replace relief as Yoongi pulls Hoseok into his lap and holds him close. "I thought I might have lost you. Don't ever do that again, you jackass."

Hoseok laughs and it's a hoarse wheezing sound that hurts his chest, but he's safe and alive and Yoongi is with him and he's going to be fine.

"Thank you," Hoseok manages to croak out, his eyes fixed on the beautiful man kneeling near them in the sand. His clothes are wet and Hoseok realizes that he isn't dressed for a day at the beach at all. He's in jeans and a t-shirt and he's barefoot, his shoes probably having been kicked off when he dived into the ocean to save Hoseok. He looks so beautiful and Hoseok's a little breathless and it has nothing to do with how tight Yoongi is squeezing him. "You saved my life. Can I know your name?"

It's only until the man answers that Hoseok realizes he can understand and speak Korean.

"Jimin. My name's Park Jimin."

   While Hoseok had never actually drowned before when he'd gone surfing, he didn't let it hold him back.

"You're a fucking idiot," Yoongi growls, his limbs wrapped tight around Hoseok in a vain attempt to get the younger man to stay in bed.

Hoseok gets up regardless, stumbling the tiniest bit when Yoongi leans back towards the mattress and pulls on Hoseok's neck, but he manages. He hooks his arms underneath Yoongi's ass and walks to the bathroom. It's early and the first day of the competition is today. Hoseok is determined to not miss it.

"You almost died yesterday!" Yoongi yells, his voice gruff and head tucked into Hoseok's throat. "You're seriously about to go out there again?" Hoseok laughs and puts Yoongi down on the toilet seat, struggling a bit to get the elder to let go of him as he does. "This is the biggest competition of my life, hyung. I didn't come all the way to Hawaii just to let a near-death experience keep me from winning."

Yoongi pulls Hoseok into his embrace, suddenly angry beyond belief. "You drowned Hoseok-ah. How can you assure me that you won't be stupid enough to not drown again today?"

"A surfer always runs the risk of drowning, hyung. It's a risk we all take and yesterday was the first time it's ever happened to me. That's because I didn't pay attention to the current once I got out into the water. If the water is too unruly to surf today, then the judges would have sent a notice out. I'm going to be fine, now will you let go? I have to shower," Hoseok explains, his voice soft because he can tell that Yoongi is worried, but he doesn't see the point about making a fuss about it. "If you don't let go, we'll just have to shower together."

"Fine," Yoongi says. "We'll shower together, but I'm not letting go."

Hoseok chuckles then. "You'll have to let me go so we can take off our clothes, hyung."

Yoongi grumbles something underneath his breath and Hoseok takes a deep, relieved breath once Yoongi has let his limbs fall from around Hoseok. They undress then, as quickly and as carefully as they can in the small space they share and then Yoongi is turning the water on and Hoseok feels something in his gut twist.

He didn't get the chance to shower the day before, so he wreaks of saltwater, because he'd been too busy getting a check up at the nearest hospital with a crying Yoongi and an angry as hell Seokjin with him (Namjoon had sat out in the hallway, reading a book as he waited for them). The checkup had gone well, Hoseok was fine and breathing normally and his vital signs were good. He was set to go for the competition today, no matter the threats that Seokjin had made about pulling him out.

Physically he's fine, but mentally, Hoseok can't help the inkling of fear he feels when Yoongi steps into the shower and holds a hand out for him to join.

Hoseok takes it and tries not to show how terrified he is. He's not sure that he's doing a good job, but Yoongi doesn't say anything about the way Hoseok flinches when the water strikes his back. Then they're scrubbing each other and washing their hair and Hoseok forgets about feeling terrified.

When they're done, Yoongi studies his face closely and sighs.

"He hates you, you know."

Hoseok blinks, confused. "Who?"

"That judge."

"What?"

Yoongi groans. "The guy who saved you yesterday, Seok-ah."

"He's a judge?" Hoseok asks.

"Yes," Yoongi confirms, then frowns. "And he hates you."

Hoseok ruffles his hair with his towel and accepts the necklace that Yoongi is slipping on over his head. "How do you know that?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes and fixes the necklace, liking the way that something of his looks just as good on Hoseok as it does on himself. "Because I did some research on him last night. I mean this hot dude comes in and saves your life and gives us his name then runs off like he never existed in the first place. So, naturally, I had to find out who he is."

"And you found out that he's a judge who hates me?" Hoseok questions.

"Yep," Yoongi nods. "In almost every interview he's ever had, he's always asked about you and he claims that you're not worth his breath."

Hoseok's brows furrows. "Funny. I definitely seemed worth his breath yesterday when he dragged me out of the ocean and, I'm guessing, gave me CPR."

Yoongi shrugs. "All I know is that he claims to hate you, but saved your life yesterday anyways and he's a judge for this competition. I have a feeling that he's going to make your life hell, Seok-ah."

Hoseok blinks and sighs. "I'm screwed, aren't I?"

"Pretty much," Yoongi chuckles, and then his face falls serious and his arms are around Hoseok's neck now. "Or, we could screw him, if you'd like?"

"Like, sleep with him?" Hoseok asks. "As in, have a threesome with him?"

Yoongi nods and Hoseok has to stop himself from laughing. "Isn't that like bribery or something?"

"Why would it be? We're not going to pay him to sleep with us."

"Even so, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want to sleep with me. You said that he hates me, hyung."

Yoongi laughs then, pressing his face into Hoseok's neck again to muffle the sound before he speaks again. "Hate is always derived from passion, Seok-ah. I'm sure he only hates you 'cause he wishes he could bone you."

"I don't know, hyung. That seems like a stretch to me. Plus, Seokjin-hyung would kill me if I slept with a judge during a competition again."

"Who said anybody has to know? We can keep this between us until you're ready to act."

Hoseok blinks. "Until I'm ready to act? Why do you think I'll change my mind about this?"

Yoongi laughs again and kisses Hoseok's throat. "Because I saw the way you looked at his ass when he walked away yesterday, Seok-ah. Don't play dumb. Now come on, we've gotta get ready if you're really going to go through with this competition."

Hoseok watches as the elder leaves him in the bathroom alone. He runs a hand over his face and can tell that his neck is mottled with lovebites left by Yoongi from last night, but all he can think about is the angelic face and award-winning ass of Park Jimin.

He is so screwed.