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(MINORS DNI)
John hated the beach. Hated, hated, hated the beach. Everything about it, from the overbearing blaze of the sun, the too-loud rush of the waves, the sounds of annoying little shit-eating kids running amok in the distance made his skin crawl. He’d have been more than happy to stay in Vought Tower with the fancy Norwegian air conditioning system and a popsicle or two despite the unbearable heatwave ravaging the city.
Yet, when Nolan had walked into the common room to see most of the Seven draped half-naked across furniture, scorching like ants under a lens in the palace of glass windows that made up their living quarters, he suggested that they all take the day off and go to the beach. The Deep had of course been the first on board, and the others dogpiled on so fast that John’s protests of “No, we’re not going to the goddamn beach,” and “There’s nothing fun about swimming in a giant basin of fish piss,” were entirely drowned out. The damned idiots had run off to change into their swimsuits and pack their bags before he could even blink. “Looks like you’ve lost the vote by majority rule, my dear,” Nolan had teased him, eyes crinkling in that stupidly handsome way when he smiled and leaned down to press a kiss atop his lover’s golden hair.
It was situations like this that really made John wish he didn’t let Nolan get away with shit all the time. One flash of those perfect teeth, one soft look from those gorgeous sky blue eyes, and every synapse in John’s brain that fired in order for him to process and successfully say the word “no” died a miserable death.
“Whatever.” John mumbled, crossing his arms beneath his chest. He tried his best to actually stay annoyed at his lover instead of melting like ice cream in the summer sun at the soft look in his eyes. A look that was reserved only for him– the only warmth in an otherwise endless expanse of ice.
Nolan simply smiled and gestured towards the ocean, where waves crashed gently over the sand. “Join me?” he asked, extending a hand towards John, “A little saltwater and sunlight will do you some good. And there are so many beautiful sights to see underwater.”
John had to force himself not to make eye contact with Nolan or he knew he’d end up saying yes, so he distracted himself by reaching over to the small cooler at his side and withdrawing a popsicle. He shoved half of it in his mouth in one go, wincing a little at the sudden cold. “I’m busy. Go have fun splashing around in the water like a four year old. Don’t be surprised if the Deep starts biting your fucking ankles or whatever.” he grumbled through a mouthful of cherry flavored ice.
Nolan narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously, but shrugged and turned to head for the water. “Suit yourself, then. Don’t eat too much sugar,” he told him, and rushed off towards the waves. John rolled his eyes at his comment, reaching for another popsicle once he was gone. He’d make his way through the whole box if he damn well wanted to, thank you very much.
Although he’d told Nolan he didn’t want to swim, John found himself unable to keep his eyes off the sight of his boyfriend in the water. For someone so powerful, it was incredible to see how graceful he was in the water, like he belonged there. He’d dive down towards a deeper part of the water, then resurface, sweeping his dark hair out of his eyes like a supermodel in one of those dumbass commercials. It was stupid how hot he was. No one should be that good-looking, he thought to himself as he blindly reached into the open cooler for another popsicle, having indeed made his way through the whole box in the span of an hour.
However, when his fingers reached inside, whatever they brushed inside the cooler was definitely not a popsicle. It moved. As in, scuttled. He could hear whatever it was skittering around the ice inside. Letting out a very undignified squawk, John scrambled to his feet, overturning the entire cooler in the process and sending frozen margarita pouches and various ice creams and popsicles scattering across the sand. “What the fuck, what the fuck?!” he yelled. Out of the cooler scuttled a small hermit crab, clearly startled by all the commotion. John yelped and climbed fully up onto his lounge chair, curling up as far into the corner of it as he could, as if the thing would attack him. He tried zapping at it with his heat vision, but missed as it began scurrying back into the cooler to escape.
“John! Are you alright?” John heard, turning to see Nolan running up to him with a look of concern. He didn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed, instead pointing to the cooler with a shaky hand. “There’s a crab! In the damn cooler! It won’t leave!”
Nolan stared blankly at him for a few seconds, his expression unreadable as he processed this information. Then, much to his chagrin, he started laughing. Laughing. At him. John wanted to wring his fucking neck. “The hell are you laughing at?! Get rid of it!”
“Oh, I’m sorry my dear, but this is too funny. The great Homelander is afraid of a hermit crab.” Nolan chuckled, picking up the cooler with one hand and reaching in. He pulled the hermit crab out by its shell, the little thing peeking its beady eyes out at John, which freaked the man out even more. “Seriously? This little thing? Come on John, it’s more scared of you than you are of it. It’s kind of cute, even.”
“That thing is not cute! It’s fucking horrifying, get it away from me right now– stop! Don’t bring it closer!” John shouted at him, snatching his sunglasses off his face and chucking them at Nolan’s chest when he got closer with it to try to show him. “Get it out of my face! Nolan! I’m serious!”
“Alright, alright. Relax, I’m just playing with you. It can’t hurt you, you know.” Nolan soothed, placing the crab down on the sand and gently shooing it away. He knelt down next to John, dusting off the fallen refreshments and placing them back in the cooler. He offered the blonde his hand again, getting him settled back down comfortably in his chair instead of folded up against one arm in terror. “Why so jumpy today, hm? I’d expect you to be out in the water challenging the others to a splash fight or something.”
John glared at him, but scooted over to make room for him on the edge of his lounge chair. As much as he hated to admit it, his boyfriend was right. He found the beach to be a terribly overwhelming environment. He was always grumpy when he was overstimulated, and everything about this place made him uneasy. Not to mention that this was his first time ever actually spending time at the beach. Sure, he’d flown high overhead before, but he’d never actually been to the beach. Truth be told, he didn’t even know how to swim. Vought had never seen it as a priority, and especially not since The Deep joined the team.
“It’s nothing.” he insisted, keeping his eyes on the ground. John hated being in unfamiliar environments, especially ones where he wasn’t in control. Although they were few and far between, this was definitely one of them. He couldn’t look like a fish out of water in front of the others. And especially not in front of Nolan. Showing weakness was still not his forte, even though his lover had made it clear that he loved all of him, even the weaknesses he tried to pretend he didn’t have.
“Johnny. What are you not telling me?” Nolan asked, placing a hand on his lover’s thigh. He reached out with the other to gently grab John’s chin, tilting his face back toward his own so he’d meet his gaze. And damn it, he couldn’t look into those eyes without feeling safe. He knew he could share anything with him. Even the parts of himself that he hated most. Especially those parts.
“I don’t know how to swim,” John found himself blurting out before he could stop himself, “And I’ve never been to the beach before. I don’t know if I like it. It’s… it’s new.”
“Oh, puppy.” Nolan sighed, reaching for John’s hands and lifting them both to his lips to press gentle kisses to the backs of them. “Why didn’t you tell me? I know you’re not fond of new places, but this doesn’t have to be so scary. I’m here with you. You know I’d burn the world before I ever let anything in it hurt you.” he said, and his words were so tender that it made John’s heart ache.
The blonde supe sighed, and leaned forward, burying his face into Nolan’s shoulder. As usual, he was so warm, and he smelled like sandalwood and ocean water. It was John’s favorite scent in the world. “I’m scared.” he mumbled.
“I know. But I’ve got you. Come on. Let’s take a dip, hun.” Nolan encouraged, scooping John up gently into his arms bridal-style, as if he weighed little more than a feather.
“Fine. But if you drop me I’m breaking up with you.” John warned him, folding his arms and looking up at him expectantly.
“Then I guess you’d better hold on tight,” Nolan grinned, and bounded towards the water, causing John to cling to him like a disgruntled cat.
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