Just you
Contains: Friends to lovers, Plot, Smut (Descriptions of Nudity, Sex on the beach, Skinny dipping)
Summary: You and your best friend Chris are left alone at a remote beach when jokes of skinny dipping manifest into reality, your physical bond finally reflecting your emotional bond.
Word count: 4k
“I can’t trust you to do shit Chris” Nick spits.
“I was gettin to it, holy shit” He defends.
“No he’s right, you always leave shit t’last minute” Matt chimes in uninvited to the conversation.
The plan wasn’t that difficult, get the AirBnb, then buy all of the food, games, and extra things that come with a one week vacation in Malibu.
Chris was in charge of booking the place all of you were going to stay, his taste was trustable, though his punctuality was the opposite.
Your large group of friends, around 8 or so people, agreed to clear all of your schedules for the week so you could enjoy the hottest days of the year right by the beach.
It was now Saturday, the day before you were all set to leave and Nick peered over Chris’ shoulder to see him scrolling on the familiar rental app. When his suspicions were confirmed with a smile via Chris himself, he immediately blew up in front of everyone.
“You haven’t picked a place yet Chris? You said it was a fucking surprise and that was why we couldn’t see the photos, I have no idea how I believed you of all people.” Nick screamed.
“I didn’t know everything was gonna be booked” he yelled back. “Ion know I thought we were gonna get a deal cause people cancel last minute” he mumbled under his breath.
The brothers were at each others throats for what felt like forever, your friends sat back on the couch. Rather than watching the train wreck like everyone else was doing, you decided to take matters into your own hands and look for a place to vacation last minute since it seemed like you were very close to going no where in a minute.
The normal getaway home apps had absolutely nothing that could be reserved within a days notice so you took a chance on a dangerously prehistoric website, mostly for shits and giggles, but a sliver of hope still remained in you. You click on Safari and type in C-R-A-I-G-S-L-I-S-T and look up Malibu rentals. Your eyebrows visibly raise in amusement though nobody’s looking at you currently, every other soul in the room was fixated on the growing animosity between Nick and Chris. Hoping to shut them up, you chime in.
“Don’t call yourself mature because you’re fucki-” Nick blurts before you butt into the conversation.
“Guys shut the fuck up I found a place that we can book for tomorrow… actually two, so we have options” you chirp, praying to god that something can liven up the mood in the room.
“No y/n I checked like everything on Airbnb theres nothin” Chris briefly turned his head to you in attempts to to pull you back down to earth.
“I found it on Craigslist fuckface” you say, now understanding Nick’s quickness to temper when it came to him.
The room quieted briefly, you felt slightly embarrassed but buried it down once you reminded yourself that you were the only one with a real solution beyond just yelling.
Your attitude veered from insecurity to self assurance before you broke the silence to justify your judgment.
“I mean does anyone else have any suggestions?” You rhetorically ask, leaving mere seconds before you reply to your own question “Right.”.
Matt chirps up from his quiet corner of observation “It’s not a bad idea t’s just not a safe one either”.
Your neck jolted backwards and you made a face of confusion to loudly express your disposition to his comment.
“There’s like… 20 of us Matt” you exaggerate to get your point further across.
The shiny new idea of yours was meant to bring the atmosphere back to peaceful but all it did was band your group of friends into two teams, those in favour and those not.
The room rearranged itself, half of the people in the room standing by one wall yelling at the other half who were sat on the couch, a physical divide mirroring the mental one. You had been arguing back and forth like two fighting sides in battle, both stances having fair points, in the end Chris being the loudest and being in alliance with you, the nay sayers gave in and the consensus was that the vacation would progress.
“Like the Craigslist killer wasn’t a thing” Nick sarcastically remarks as a final declaration of disagreement while you pull up the website on his MacBook so there’s a bigger screen for everyone to view .
“You’ve literally never seen that movie idiot” Chris snaps to get the last word. Everyone’s overlapping chatter simmers to a calm as you pull up the first option of the two villas.
The home was spacious, three floors and 6 bedrooms, the design was modern with marble floorings and a greyscale colour scheme. Everyone exchanged looks of decent satisfaction, shrugging amongst each other, the next photo was of the beach, it was wedged in between two bigger beachside mansions. Privacy wasn’t a necessity but all of you had tendencies of being loud when you get comfortable.
“I mean t’s alright” Matt muttered, not wanting to sound too enthusiastic out of pettiness.
You slowly turn your head upward and behind you to glare at him annoyed before returning your focus to the screen ahead.
Switching to the next tab, the second house of choice was much warmer looking with wood paneling on the floors, and a beachy themed interior, it had 5 rooms but the living room walls facing the water were floor to ceiling windows.
Everyone in the room seemed to be on the same page, the shared admiration for house number two was confirmed when the final picture was shown. It was a cute private beach, no houses visibly surrounding it, and a large patio leading outback to the water. The price was steep but you and just about the rest of your friends had your hearts set on it.
“I still don’t know guys, it might not be legit” Nick restates, this time sounding more concerned than disdained.
“I mean if I message him right now I can go check it out before we book it” you suggested. Nick simply jerked his head in the direction of the computer alluding to his agreement.
You messaged the man who posted the ad and got a respond within the hour. Messages and negotiations back and forth resulted in the arrangement of someone from your ‘party’ meeting with the home owner to pick up the keys, go view the house, and then decide. To your fortune, the man was too caught up to accompany you to the villa and was surprisingly trusting as far as you could tell from the short conversation.
“He said meet him in WeHo to grab the keys” you announce as you make your way towards the door to grab your car keys.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Chris sternly asks, not actually wanting an answer. “Y’not going to meet some weird old guy off Craigslist by yourself that’s exactly why they didn’t wanna do this” he continued.
“Okay? We gotta get the keys somehow. What the fuck else am I supposed to do” you huffed.
“I’m coming with you” he replied, walking past you before you had a chance to rebuttal.
The trip was what the usual car ride with Chris looked like; stupid story times, nudges and slaps paired with nonstop laughter, and lots of music. The few meaningful years of friendship with Chris allowed a strong sense of comfort between the two of you to build, there wasn’t much you wouldn’t tell him, nor were there any jokes that felt too far. It was that security that brought you two closer every day.
Once you reached the café that the man had arranged for you to meet at, you and Chris agreed that the best plan of action would be for you to go meet the guy as you were better at talking to adults, and Chris would keep a close eye from his passenger seat in the car.
Unexpectedly, the home owner didn’t seem to care much to talk, he confirmed your identity, informed you how you could send him the money once you made your decision, and hurried to whatever it was that demanded his presence.
“That was quick” Chris spoke once you hopped back into the drivers side.
“I’ll be honest I don’t think that dude gives a single fuck” you chuckled before starting the car.
“Are we picking up everyone now or do we check it out for ourselves first?” You shot him a menacing smirk. All he replied with was an even wider grin than yours, and to that, you were speeding on the highway to Malibu.
This time nearly the entire ride was windows down, music so loud you felt it vibrate your seats, and screaming lyrics at one another. Any and every genre had its turn, the genuine euphoria from each others company made the long journey feel like a 5 minute joyride.
The car pulled into the 4 car gravel driveway and both you took less than a second to fly out of your seats and gun it to the door. Chris slid the keys into the door and clicked the lock open, once the door was unlocked, you both shot your heads to look at one another before flinging the door open in excitement.
Running through the house like mindless little kids, you and Chris swerved through each and every room turning on lights and opening drawers for no apparent reason. The kitchen was bright and airy which contrasted the amiable and cozy rooms, once the entire area and perimeter of the property was properly scoped out by you both, there was only one more thing to assess; the beach.
The wooden patio, adorned with floral printed lazy chairs and glass side tables, led out to the undisturbed sand and vibrant water.
Chris stepped off of the stairs in front of you as you followed closely behind before placing the largest towel he could find onto the sand below. In that moment there was no need to speak, the sound of the waves sweeping the ocean floor, reaching up to kiss the shore, hummed in your ears.
Without exchanging words or looks, you and Chris sat on the sand, with your legs crossed and fixed your eyes on the horizon. Your long day of planning and travelling was rewarded with a stunning sight of the sun nearing its set, while you sat next to the only person you’d want to experience such a glorious scene with.
Many minutes passed you by before you spoke up.
“So should I pay the guy now” your boring and serious topic change meant to serve as a joke, and as he always did, Chris let out a laugh.
“Nah, if we leave our phones inside, it’s like nobody else exists” Chris replies.
You roll your eyes at his cringe and out of place ‘deep thought’.
“Shut up” you laugh.
Chris laughs too, another few moments of silence fall until he blurts out “How much money would it take for you to go skinny dipping”.
You reply swiftly “Ion know like a hundred maybe”.
“That’s it?” Chris very loudly exclaims.
“Okay maybe like a Wendy’s meal too?” You begin to wonder if you misunderstood his question.
“Y/n you’re telling me you would be fully naked in front of a stranger for a hundred bucks? Like… not even a band?” He asks in disbelief.
“Who said a stranger? what the fuck?” You snap your head to look at him. “Are you talking about streaking?” you ask.
“Oh- y’know what” he squeezes his eyes shut and smiles before starting up again “I might be confused”.
“Ya think.” Your head swivels back to the body of water in front of you. “If we’re talking just you, skinny dipping isn’t that crazy, plus you’d be naked too so it’s not that embarrassing” you mutter.
He looks at you trying to raise one eyebrow even though he physically can’t. “Pause” he scoffs.
You return a look of annoyance “Don’t act like it’s weird, how much money for you to go skinny dipping” you redirect his question back at him.
“What? Right now?” He asks as his eyes stay locked with yours. You shrug, not wanting to come across as if you’re asking for him to drop everything and get naked in that very moment.
“Pfft like 5 bucks” he shrugs back.
“Oh but you wanna say pause to me?” You raise your voice an octave.
He gives you a laugh before switching his answer “I’d do it for fun and for free actually” .
You figure he’s bluffing as always, Chris says a lot of out of pocket shit but he’s never been known to go through with any of his insane claims.
You stand suddenly, grabbing his upper arm yanking him up with you, wanting to have the satisfaction of him admitting he’s lying. Once he’s on his feet you cunningly say “No balls”.
Chris takes one look at you and starts rapidly clinging his shirt off, your feet stay adhered to the floor beneath you, waiting for him to say he’s just kidding.
Once Chris is in nothing but his boxers, he returns his gaze to your face “That means you too doesn’t it?” .
You were speechless, the unserious aspect of your friendly conversation had washed away and you began to realize the gravity of your ‘dare’.
“You’re actually insane” was all you could come up with as your body was fighting an uncontrollable feeling simmering within it.
“I’m doing this for free, you’d be getting $100 and a Wendy’s meal” he joked, not standing down.
You squinted at him and open-mouth smiled, Chris smiled back and before you knew it you were flinging off your shirt and laughing under your breath.
Your fingertips felt like small rods of fire, every time they hit your skin your soul returned to your body. The beating of your heart was nearly as bad as the dryness in your throat which was contending with the typhoon in your stomach. Through all of the overwhelming sensations shooting through your body, all you could do was laugh.
Once you were in your bra and underwear, you liked at Chris who was waiting for you to breach the only barrier stopping you both from seeing the most intimate and personal parts of each other.
While looking directly at Chris, your arm snaked up your back to unclasp the notches of your top. Still not knowing if the interaction was platonic and lighthearted or heavy and sexually charged, Chris respectfully turned his head back to the sea. You could see him bend down to throw off his last article of clothing alongside you as you did the same.
Before anyone had time to speak, the adrenaline coursing its way through your veins provoked you to run for the water. You could hear his feet hitting the sand as he ran not too far behind you, your arms crossing over your chest to cover what you were able to.
In that moment all of the fear and nervousness dissipated and you were just running and laughing with your best friend. Him bring faster than you, you were no longer leading as he was running right beside you, holding his hands over his groin.
The feeling of the cool water hit the pads of your feet though your speed didn’t falter, each of your legs kicked the waves as the sea level raised up from your ankles, to your calves, then knees.
Once both of your bottom halves were somewhat concealed by the water, Chris retracted his grip from his bits, rather than keeping your hands on yours, you crouched under the surface so your tits weren’t out on full display. Now covered enough and coasting a foot apart, you both finally built up the courage to look at each other.
Panting and smiling, Chris closed his eyes and dunked his head beneath the water to wet his hair before shooting back up.
In between laughs you let out a few words “That wasn’t so bad” the current causing you to both float up and down as you tried to stay planted in one spot.
“I’m fucking freezing” Chris discloses.
“This was your idea” you tease. Rather than contesting, Chris just splashes water at you.
The chilly air from the absence of high sun leaves your nipples hard and sensitive, feeling the cold sensation more with every ripple of water. An orange hue glossed over your shoulder and collarbone from the saturated sun set hovering over your heads.
Chris lost the restraint to lock his gaze on your eyes, you watched as his focus showered whatever parts of you remained above the ocean.
As you bobbed up and down, you slowly made your way closer to your ‘friend’, you were almost certain that you were wetter than the body of water that held you.
“Y’don’t gotta like… hide” Chris sweetly hums as his eyes find yours once more.
You looked up and nodded slowly as your hands reached to grasp his arms while you rose up from the half seated position that once shielded your body. Shining in what was left of the bright sun as it descended into the edges of the water, your wet tits grabbed Chris’ attention immediately.
You didn’t let him enjoy the sight for too long before your arms slid up to the sides of his clenched jaw, you softly cradled his face to yours before placing a gentle kiss on his rosey lips. Chris kissed you back for a moment before smiling into the kiss.
“What?” You speak while you mouths are still semi connected. He doesn’t answer with words, rather he resumes the kiss, this time less gentle and more hungry but still as sentimental and intimate as before. His arms extended to wrap around your bare ass still under the aquamarine waters, the familiarity of his hands now felt foreign as they travel to places they’ve never been before.
His plump bottom lip had enticed you since before you could remember, instinctively as your tongues explored each other’s mouths, your teeth tenderly bit down on it, pulling it back towards you slightly.
He let out a soft moan into your lips before pulling away from your face “Fuck” he smiled as he admired every perimeter of your face.
You hands fell down to his chest feeling it rise and fall rapidly.
“Fuck I need you so bad” he whispers.
Your arms wrap around his neck immediately after he says that, Chris grabs your outer thighs as you jump up, legs winding around his hips to his back, Chris’ cock just under you sticking straight out. He carries you to the shore, fighting the waves pulling his legs in the opposite direction. His deprived dick rubbing against your ass as you held on tight.
“You gotta hit the gym” you mock as he struggles to carry you while battling the strong waters.
He’s about to rebuttal but you shut him up by placing your lips on his neck and kissing and sucking softly as he lifts you to the sand.
Once you’re out of the water Chris immediately places you on your feet back where the entire ordeal started. Still standing you kiss him once more grabbing hold of the nape of his neck as his hands rest on your hips.
One of your hands find their way down to his pulsing dick, taking hold of it and stroking it. Chris pauses the kiss to drop his head into your shoulder, your palm grazes and circles his tip, his breath growing heavy against your chest. Knowing Chris’ pleasure as at your mercy only added to the burning heat between your legs, with each stroke he grew weaker under your touch and his hums and groans got louder.
Between the sounds coming from his mouth and the feeling of his skin pressed up on yours, the pressure within you was begging to be released. As you slid your hand up and around his shaft, you squirmed and squeezed your legs together.
Chris took notice of this and grabbed your wrist to get you off of him.
“Get on the towel” he demanded and you did just that.
Laying on your back, Chris moved in sync with you, hovering closely, lips ghosting over yours. Chris slid his finger through your slick opening before bringing his digits back up to his mouth. He looked down as his dick as he dragged it over your hole a few times making you shutter at the contact, you hands reach up to his back, clawing at his shoulders.
“Chris” you breathe out.
“Tell me what you want” he hums.
“Fuck… fuck me” you plead as he smiles down at you.
He shoves his cock slowly into you, savouring every inch it goes deeper. He looks up from the scene below him, fixated on your face, making sure you’re feeling good.
“You okay?” He questions, you nod.
He eases into you more, until he’s all the way in, asking for reassurance throughout all of it.
“S’that good?” He asks as he places kisses on your neck. “Fuck your so tight”.
As he talks you through it, all you’re able to do is nod and give him moans of gratitude. His thrusts pick up in pace but never once feel rough, your legs wrap around his torso. One of his arms is bent at the elbow, resting above your shoulder for support as the other trials down to your needy clit, every touch making your muscles melt. The sound of your bodies clashing against each other over take the loudness of the waves and the volume of your moans increase as tour orgasm nears.
“F-Fuck Chris” you whimper, giving him all the more fuel to keep going.
His kisses in harmony with the gentle circles he draws around your pulsing bud was more than what you needed to spill over. Squeezing your legs tighter and scratching the blades of his shoulders, you cum all over his dick, you was twitch around him. The sensation of your pussy tightening over and over causes him to release along with you, thrusting through his high, your moans subside and everything comes to a slow.
Rather than pulling off of you, Chris flips you around as he lays on his back, he takes you by your waist and guides you to lay skin to skin. For a while, time stopped, the ocean sang, and your breathing matched his. The sky dimmed to a blue as the darkness of night reminded you where you were meant to be.
“We’re gonna have to go back” you hush under your breath.
“Shh, this is our beach for now” he mumbles, the next however many minutes are spent just like this, feeling as though nobody else matters or exists but the two of you.
Of course, that’s until you have to go back, stopping for Wendy’s on your way.
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