Prompt: what happens at the lake stays at the lake
Pairing: sangcheng, M-ish
As soon as Nie Huaisang’s fingers touch his neck -- slippery, cold enough to tease a shiver from his skin -- Jiang Cheng realizes his mistake. He bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from making the circumstances worse, tries to focus on the texture of the pebbled sand his toes are burrowing into along the shallows of the lakeshore. His gut reaction is to pull away from the sensation, but A-Sang’s faster than Jiang Cheng remembers, slides his hand from his shoulders to press firmly back towards where he’s sat behind Jiang Cheng with his hand starfished across his clavicles, one finger lodged just under his adam’s apple.
“Don’t be fussy, you’ll burn,” Nie Huaisang tuts while Jiang Cheng hopes his racing pulse isn’t impressing itself onto his friend from where they’re touching.
“Rich, coming from you.” Jiang Cheng winces at how rough he sounds.
Nie Huaisang slaps at Jiang Cheng’s exposed belly, shifting his hips forwards and pushing them both further into the water and further together.
There’s a shout from the floating dock and Jiang Cheng is momentarily distracted by the sight of his brother pulling Lan Zhan into the water by his ankles. Other than the ripples that surround a laughing Wei Ying and the indignant arc of Lan Zhan’s hair as he tosses it out of his face as he resurfaces, the dark green of the water’s surface is still. The hum of cicadas crests in pocketed waves along the shore, and the sunscreen Nie Huaisang is using on Jiang Cheng’s back smells sharply of coconuts and salt pickles, nothing like the bulk CVS sunblock festering in his enclosed bag further up on the grass.
Jiang Cheng’s almost figured out how to be normal about having his skin touched by Nie Huaisang when the ripples from the skirmish out on the water start rocking the shallows they’re sitting in, pulling the fabric of Jiang Cheng’s swimshorts across the front of his thighs and his groin like a shy caress.
When Nie Huaisang’s fingers press harder than they need to while spreading the cream along the back of his ribs, Jiang Cheng lets out a small, startled noise. It’s not a moan, he wouldn’t -- fuck he should probably apologize or say something seeing as Huaisang’s fingers are now frozen in place on his body.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m just sensitive there, I -- uh,” Jiang Cheng starts to try and extricate himself from the way Nie Huaisang’s got him cradled between his legs, the water offering itself up as a silent witness and as an escape.
“Jiang Cheng,” Nie Huaisang says, reaching his arms around Jiang Cheng’s chest, locking them in place. “I know you’re not ticklish.”
Just say “I can do the rest myself!” It’s six simple words Jiang Cheng screams at himself even as he finds himself holding his breath. The hands on his chest shift as Nie Huaisang thumbs at one of his nipples, and at that, the noise Jiang Cheng makes is not small at all.
“It’s okay if you like it,” Nie Huaisang says, voice as rich as the late summer air right next to Jiang Cheng’s ear, his chin resting on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder.
Jiang Cheng gasps as the pressure on his nipple increases, his head tipping back, his eyes large, startled things. He can feel Nie Huaisang slide his other hand down, under the water where it joins the undeniable slide of sensations facilitated by the warm, murky waters of the lake, and it’s good, it’s shockingly good --
“Chengcheng! Help me get the cooler down from the car!”
Yanli’s voice has him tearing away from Nie Huaisang before he can even think about what guilty gesture that must look like -- unwarranted, ashamed. He’s belly down in the sand now, blinking at the way his hands sink into the beach.
“Be right there,” he manages a heartbeat later.
When he gets up, he doesn’t look back at Nie Huaisang at all.
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