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The first thing that greets Doyoung as he opens his eyes is the all to familiar headache that usually follows a night out. Doyoung rolls over to find himself in an unfamiliar bed. Next to him a stranger who doesn’t look at all like Taeyong despite the two having sworn yesterday to go home together. Doyoung looked down at himself, and breathed a small sigh of relief that he was still mostly clothed. The stranger next to him was still asleep, so Doyoung took his time rolling out of the bed, grabbing his jeans and bag from the floor before tiptoeing out of the room. Doyoung was a bit surprised to see that the room led directly into a narrow hallway. How drunk was he that he managed to be convinced to step foot in such a small, cheap apartment building? In fact, Doyoung was probably still a little buzzed, as the world around him seemed to spiral and shake. Something that definitely didn’t make his headache feel any better. He began rooting through his bag, finding his phone before turning it on. Luckily it still had a good chunk of battery left, but it didn’t seem to have any reception. Doyoung figured the apartment he was in just had thick concrete walls, and began moving to find a better spot. Upon reaching the staircase, Doyoung realized the stairs only went up and only had a few steps to them before stopping at another door. Where was he? In some kind of murder basement? Shoving open the door all Doyoung could see was blue. For as far as the eye could see was blue.
Why the fuck was he in the middle of the ocean?
Turning around to look back at the bowels of the ‘apartment’ he just emerged from, Doyoung practically slapped himself for not noticing sooner, the tacky wood paneled walls, the dingy 90s carpet, the lack of windows, it was all classic traits of small shitty boats.
Doyoung looked down at his phone again, hoping against hope that being above board would magically give him some kind of signal. No dice. Defeated, Doyoung walked back down the stairs, putting on his jeans and taking a short breath to gather himself before slamming open the bedroom door. The noise was enough to stir the man still laying in bed, perfectly according to plan.
“Who are you and why am I on this boat?” Doyoung practically shouted as the man groaned, rolling over and rubbing his eyes.
“You don’t remember Doie?” The stranger emphasized the nickname, and Doyoung felt a creep down his spine at the man using the name Taeyong had gifted him. “I’m offended. Last night you insisted on sleeping with me.”
“Very funny.” Doyoung replied as he crossed his arms, waiting for the man to speak again.
“I’m Johnny. And you are on this boat because you yourself refused to leave.” Johnny explained, finally awake enough to sit up in bed.
“What are you talking about?” Doyoung asked as he watched Johnny pull on a shirt, it seemed as though the man had slept in his jeans.
“Wow you really don’t remember anything? I thought we had a real connection last night.” Johnny said, tone sarcastic. He then got up, pushing past Doyoung to begin walking up the stairs. Doyoung followed after him.
“Bring me back to the coast immediately.” Doyoung insisted once they had both reached the upper deck, Doyoung following Johnny all the way to the main console.
“Can’t do that.” Johnny said simply, flat tone frustrating Doyoung further.
“Why not?” Doyoung asked while crossing his arms. Johnny sighed as he looked at a few indicators on the instruments in front of him.
“It’s low tide. I don’t like docking my boat in low tide.” Johnny explained, and Doyoung felt some of his irritation be replaced with a light panic.
“For how long is it low tide?” Doyoung asked, and Johnny ran a finger along one of the charts on the console in front of him before tapping on one of the end numbers and looking down at his watch.
“About 7 hours.” He concluded, looking back up at Doyoung with a forced smile. Ok. Now it’s time to panic.
“Are you kidding?!” Doyoung exclaimed, rushing over to look at the chart Johnny had just referenced. It didn’t prove to be very useful as Doyoung couldn’t decipher the random numbers in the chart. Johnny laughed a little at the outburst.
“Hey don’t yell at me sweetheart, if you’ve got a problem take it up with the moon.” He said before pulling out a binder filled with laminated maps. Doyoung sat back for a moment, glancing around once more to assess the situation. The boat he was on was small, but clean. Johnny was an ass, but he didn’t seem like a serial killer. 7 hours. It’s just 7 hours. Doyoung could deal with 7 hours. Right?
“Fine. Do you at least have a phone? I need to call my friend to let him know I’m okay. And to make sure he’s okay!” Doyoung asked.
“Who Taeyong? He’s fine he’s with my brother.” Johnny grumbled, still thumbing through his map collection.
“Broth-?“ Doyoung started before his brain began connecting some dots. For a brief moment Doyoung’s brain flashed as a memory from last night entered into his consciousness. Doyoung and Taeyong were enjoying their drinks when Taeyong’s ex came out of nowhere, insisting on buying them a few drinks. “Jaehyun?!”
“Oh so you remember him and not me huh?” Johnny feigned offense. Of course Johnny would be related to that… boy. Doyoung crumbled into a small ball on the floor, rubbing circles into his temple as he tried to make his headache go away to allow himself even a moment of clear thought.
“Oh my god this cannot be happening.” He groaned, resigning himself to a life of misery for the next 7 hours.
“Here.” Johnny called out before Doyoung felt a hard plastic object land on his gut. Doyoung winced in pain as the object bounced off of his ribs before clattering to the floor. Doyoung sat up to grab it, slightly confused by the large antenna sticking out of it. “It’s a phone. You have 5 minutes.” Johnny explained before leaving the console to tie down some ropes on the outer deck.
“Hello?” Taeyong’s voice sounded groggy and distant, like Doyoung’s call had just ripped him from a deep sleep. Doyoung’s worry for Taeyong’s safety now gone, his annoyance flared up once more.
“Taeyong where the fuck are you?” Doyoung hissed into the phone.
“At home. Where are you?” Taeyong sleepily replied.
“On a boat.” At Doyoung’s response, he could hear bedsheets rustling over the line.
“Still?? I can’t believe Johnny let you stay.” Taeyong sounded much more awake.
“So you left me on a boat all alone? After we promised to go home together?!” Doyoung replied, pulling the phone away from his face as he began screaming directly at it. The release made him feel a bit better about Taeyong’s betrayal.
“Dude I could not pull you off Johnny and Jaehyun offered me a ride home.” Taeyong started to explain, and Doyoung just shook his head scoffing.
“So you left with your ex? Without me?” Doyoung stated. The line went silent for a moment.
“I plead the fifth.” Taeyong finally replied, and Doyoung just pinched the bridge of his nose.
“We will get to this later, what happened last night?” He asked, hoping Taeyong could fill him in on the details he had apparently been missing.
“We went to the bar and you tried to match my shots which was a bad idea in hindsight, but hey. Then Jaehyun showed up and at first you tried fighting him but then Johnny got in between you two and the way you folded for that man. Jaehyun invited us on board Johnny’s boat to get more private and before I even said anything you were already out the door. I swear Doie I’ve never seen that side of you, you were practically on Johnny’s lap all night. Was the sex any good?” Taeyong gushed as he explained, and Doyoung rolled his eyes.
“We didn’t have sex.” Doyoung firmly stated before staring out of one of the cabin windows, his eyes landing on Johnny, who was currently tightening some rope around one of the railings. “At least I don’t think we did.” Doyoung softly added.
“Oh my god this is gold!” Doyoung could hear the unfiltered glee in Taeyong’s voice, a sentiment he very much so disagreed with at the current moment.
“Who’s that on the phone?” A muffled voice came through the line, Doyoung’s ears perking up at the sound. It couldn’t be…
“Taeyong. Did I just hear Jaehyun?”
“Absolutely not. Gotta go!” The line went silent, letting Doyoung know he had been hung up on. The boy scoffed at the phone before looking around the boat for Johnny once more. It didn’t take long to find him, Johnny was currently shirtless and stretched out on the bow of the boat. Doyoung couldn’t help but feel a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he recognized the situation he had gotten himself into. He had been so sloppy last night he couldn’t even remember Johnny’s name. A man he had apparently slept with. Maybe even slept slept with. Doyoung swallowed his last bit of pride as he walked out onto the outer deck of the boat, approaching Johnny.
“Here.” Doyoung said as he held out the phone for Johnny to take. The man sat up, taking the phone from Doyoung’s hands and placing it on the boat beside him. “Sorry for yelling earlier. Got a bit freaked out by the whole waking up in middle of the ocean thing.” Doyoung apologized, an embarrassed flush blooming across his face.
“It’s alright.” Johnny said, and Doyoung turned to go back into the cabin of the boat, wanting so desperately to flee from the whole situation, but one lingering question held him back. So Doyoung turned back around and took a deep breath.
“We didn’t have… sex last night, right?” He asked and Johnny stood up, making direct eye contact with Doyoung.
“Did we have sex last night?” Johnny repeated the question, and Doyoung took a small step back, feeling too hot to be too close to Johnny. The move only seemed to make Johnny giddy. He enjoyed making Doyoung uncomfortable. What an asshole.
“So I’ll take that as a no?” Doyoung asked, and Johnny smiled.
“No we didn’t. I'm not that much of a dick. I tried calling you a cab yesterday but you insisted on joining me on my next trip. I figured it would be funny to call your bluff, but you passed out in my bed right as I lifted the anchor so I had to wait until morning for your reaction.” Johnny explained, taking a single step back from Doyoung before crossing his arms and looking Doyoung up and down. “Worth it.” God Doyoung wanted to slap the smirk right off of Johnny’s face, Johnny’s arrogance having effectively melted away any shame or remorse Doyoung had felt.
“How kind of you.” Doyoung said through a fake forced smile. Johnny just shrugged.
“Look you can wallow in how much you hate me right now or you can jump in the water. It’s low tide and we are anchored near a reef, you might actually be able to see something.” Johnny stated.
“I don’t have a swimsuit.” Doyoung responded and Johnny looked him up and down.
“You can go nude, I promise I won’t look.” Johnny responded with a wink. Doyoung scoffed. “Either way I’m swimming.”
After about 5 minutes of ‘looking after the boat’ Doyoung decided he was too bored to continue remaining boat-side. He looked over the edge of the boat to try and find where Johnny was at. After a couple moments of searching, Doyoung saw Johnny’s head bobbing along off of the left side of the boat. With that information in mind, Doyoung crouched on the right side of the boat, and while trying to think about it as little as humanly possible, he stripped down to his underwear and jumped into the water.
While in the water, Doyoung soon realized that there honestly wasn’t all that much to look at. He didn’t have a swimsuit with him, so he certainly hadn’t packed a pair of goggles in his bag. The salty water of the ocean, while crystal clear on the surface, was blurry and hard to look through underwater. Regardless, the water felt nice, and Doyoung certainly felt some queasiness wear off from being off of the rocking boat. And so Doyoung just let himself rest, dipping his head back as he floated along the surface of the water, enjoying the way the sun’s rays warmed his cheeks.
Doyoung had nearly drifted off to sleep in his relaxed state, and then he felt it. Something wrapping around his ankle. Something large and slimey and tentically, something that Doyoung couldn’t see by the time he had whipped himself around, the perpetrator long having slipped back into the deep blue ocean. Come to think of it…
Has the ocean always been that deep?
Panic slowly starts filling Doyoung as he begins to kick up, body reacting faster than his mind to get himself out of the water. But upon looking around, Doyoung quickly realizes that his splashing was blurring his vision making it impossible to see the boat. He was growing more and more panicked, and now the waves that once seemed so calm were pushing seawater into his mouth.
This isn’t good.
Right when Doyoung had grown exhausted enough to allow his head to dip under the water, he felt an arm wrap itself around his chest. Before long Doyoung’s back was being pressed into a wide, muscled chest as his rescuer continued to paddle them back to the boat. Neither of them spoke until Doyoung was back safely on deck, Doyoung still working to catch and calm his breath.
“Are you okay? I heard you scream, what happened?” Johnny asked as he looked over Doyoung. Doyoung didn’t even realize he had screamed.
“I just felt something brush my leg and noticed how deep the water had gotten and panicked.”Doyoung explained, beginning to grow red with embarrassment. Johnny didn’t seem to notice, his full attention moving to Doyoung’s leg, the man inspecting each inch of his skin. Johnny was currently lifting each leg, fingers dragging gently across Doyoung’s skin as Johnny turned and twisted his feet. His touch felt warm and nice, and weirdly relaxing.
“Doesn’t look red or swollen, so I doubt it was a jellyfish or anything venomous. You should be okay.” Johnny concluded, before finally looking up at Doyoung. The eye contact made Doyoung shiver, it was all too much for him in such a short span of time.
“You must be freezing. Come on I’ll grab a towel.” Johnny said, offering a hand to Doyoung as he pulled them both up. Doyoung followed sheepishly behind Johnny as they entered the cabin of the boat, Johnny pointing to the boothed seat before ducking below deck. Doyoung took the offered seat, awkwardly adjusting his underwear in a weak attempt to gain more modesty before Johnny returned.
“Thank you for saving me.” Doyoung said softly as Johnny wrapped the white towel around Doyoung’s shoulders.
“No problem. I love to save beautiful damsels.” Johnny said as he began toweling off Doyoung’s wet hair.
“Are you flirting with me?” Doyoung asked as he took the towel from Johnny’s hands. Johnny just let his hands fall across the back of the booth they shared as Johnny settled into his seat beside Doyoung.
“You started it last night.” Johnny replied. Doyoung supposed that was true. Honestly, getting a look at Johnny now, maybe his drunk self wasn’t so stupid. Johnny wasn’t too bad to look at. Doyoung began scanning the man more closely, fully recognizing the fact that the man was shirtless for the first time. Doyoung quickly grew fascinated by the way the ocean salt water collected into beads across his broad chest. Doyoung’s eyes continued to trail downwards, admiring Johnny’s tapered waist and tight abdomen.
“I’m not a museum you know.” Johnny’s voice broke Doyoung out of his trance.
“What?” Doyoung asked, making eye contact with Johnny.
“I said I’m not a museum. You don’t have to just look. You can touch too.” Johnny replied, and Doyoung just blinked back blankly as his brain processed the information. He could touch? Did he want to touch?
Yes.
Yes he wanted to touch.
“You gave me permission first.” Doyoung said before reaching over. Before his hands could land on Johnny’s chest, Johnny grabbed on to Doyoung’s wrist, pulling him in. Their chests collided as Doyoung found himself practically on Johnny’s lap. Their faces were mere inches apart as Johnny’s gaze became intense.
“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Johnny’s question seemed more like a statement as he let the hand not currently wrapped around Doyoung’s wrist run along Doyoung’s cheek. Doyoung’s heart was racing. He couldn’t quite remember the last time he had been so close to another man. Not to mention a man as big as Johnny. Something about the way Johnny’s fingers felt huge against his face made his entire body buzz. Doyoung’s eyes remained wide as Johnny began to lean in. Turns out, Johnny is one hell of a kisser. It was heated almost immediately as Johnny quickly introduced his tongue. Doyoung responded with equal enthusiasm, his toes instinctively curling as he felt Johnny’s hand move from Doyoung’s cheek to the nape of his neck. Doyoung, in turn, placed his hands firmly on Johnny’s chest, pushing him back to give himself enough space and the right angle to crawl onto Johnny’s lap without breaking them apart. Johnny seemed to resonate with this move, as his hands moved to Doyoung’s waist, pulling the boy even closer to him with a soft growl. Doyoung responded to it all with a small whine of his own, and without realizing it Doyoung soon found that his hips began to move on their own. The friction just felt so good, he couldn’t help himself. Doyoung buried his face in Johnny’s shoulder, hiding away in shame as his hands clung to Johnny’s waist. Johnny just responded to this by running his lips along Doyoung’s neck.
“I would like you to know I’m not normally like this.” Doyoung pitifully explained between whines, his hips never stopping. Doyoung felt Johnny’s chest rumble under him as the man laughed.
“What? Horny?” Johnny asked, pulling the back of Doyoung’s hair to pull his head from out of hiding. The moment they made eye contact, Doyoung could feel himself growing red hot. He couldn’t even imagine how pathetic he must look to the man he is grinding so desperately onto. “Glad I could pull it out of you princess.” Johnny concluded before raising his thigh, pressing deliciously into Doyoung’s groin. His face broke out into a depraved smile at the sound the action pulled from the back of Doyoung’s throat.
“I’m not sucking your dick.” Doyoung said with his last shred of decency.
“Fine with me.” Johnny responded before shifting them, his strong arms manhandling Doyoung into a different position. Now Doyoung was laying on his back, skin rubbing against the pleather seat. Johnny stood above him, currently working on removing the last scrap of clothing on Doyoung’s body, throwing his underwear and the towel across the cabin. Doyoung placed his right arm across his face, covering his eyes and ever-expanding blush from view as Johnny settled himself between Doyoung’s legs.
With his arm blocking his ability to see, it seemed that Doyoung’s sense of touch heightened as his skin prickled at the sensation of Johnny’s breath tracing up his thighs. Doyoung let out a surprised yelp when he felt Johnny take his cock into his mouth. Maybe it was just because Doyoung did not often get head, but something about the way Johnny’s tongue ran itself along Doyoung’s shaft had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Johnny was good. Too good.
“How many guys have you fucked on this boat?” Doyoung squeezed out between heavy breaths, and Johnny’s lips popped off his dick to respond.
“You’re the first one.” Johnny asserted as his lips were replaced by his hand. It didn’t feel as good, but before Doyoung could complain, he felt a finger press into him. The sensation was hard to explain as he felt both squeezed and stretched. Doyoung bucked his hips up at the action, which caused Johnny to use his forearms to press Doyoung’s hips down. Locking him helplessly in place.
“You don’t have to lie to me.” Doyoung asserted as Johnny began scissoring him open, Doyoung not quite sure when Johnny had slipped in the second finger.
“It’s true.” Johnny defended as he licked some of the precum that had been beading on Doyoung’s tip, the action making Doyoung gasp. “I bought this boat last week.” Doyoung smirked at that comment. Of course Johnny was a fuckboy. Doyoung could only hope that meant he was good at fucking. Johnny returned to giving Doyoung head as he pushed in a 3rd finger, setting a irregular rhythm that served to drive Doyoung insane. Doyoung lifted one of his legs, placing it over Johnny’s shoulder to push the man in closer. Johnny hummed with laughter at the action, leading to vibrations Doyoung could feel in his core. It was all so good, and Doyoung wanted more. An unspoken sentiment that Johnny seemed to respond to as he began pulling away.
Doyoung bit back a bit of excitement as Johnny finally began peeling off his swim trunks and reveal his dick. Doyoung was pleasantly surprised at the size. He wasn’t really sure why he was surprised, after all such a big dick would suit such a big man, but he was thankful for it regardless. Doyoung adjusted himself just slightly to get into a more comfortable position as Johnny began to align himself. However, Doyoung’s spark of excitement soon turned to annoyance as Johnny simply began using the tip of his dick to trace circles around Doyoung’s entrance.
“I swear to god if you don’t start fucking me right now, I will jump off this boat and swim to shore myself.” Doyoung snapped out as Johnny continued to tease him.
“As you wish.” Johnny replied before beginning to push in. Doyoung let out a loud moan at the intrusion, enjoying the way he could feel Johnny splitting him open. And from the moment Johnny had fully entered, he was ruthless. He would pull back painfully slowly before slamming right back into Doyoung, a pattern that made Doyoung cry out with each trust. Johnny held onto Doyoung’s waist, pathetically pulling the boy towards him to meet his hips, and Doyoung enjoyed the delicious feeling of the friction of the seat against his skin as he was pushed back and forth like a ragdoll in Johnny’s arms. After a set of these harder thrusts, Johnny fell into more of a regular rhythm, crowding into Doyoung’s space, pressing their chests together as he began sucking bruises into Doyoung’s neck. Doyoung wasn’t usually the type for missionary, but there was just something about the way he felt so small in Johnny’s arms. Doyoung loved the way Johnny’s tone arms felt so firm as his own arms curled around them and clung on for dear life. Johnny also seemed pleased by their current arrangement, as the close distance also gave Johnny’s ears a front row seat to the breathy moans he pulled from Doyoung’s throat with each thrust.
It had been mere minutes, but Doyoung already felt utterly destroyed by Johnny, the man now quickly pounding into him. Doyoung’s moans had turned into pathetic whines as air was practically pushed out of Doyoung’s lungs with each trust. It was too much, but Doyoung wanted more. He curled himself into Johnny, wrapping his legs around Johnny’s waist and tightly clinging to Johnny’s back.
“God you are so perfect.” Johnny proclaimed, and the compliment went straight to Doyoung’s dick. This combined with the friction it received rubbing between their bodies, it was easily drooling with precum. Doyoung wished he could return the compliment. If he was honest, Johnny was the first guy he had slept with that could reach so deep inside him. Johnny’s dick was discovering sensitivities Doyoung never knew he had, but all of it had melted his brain. Unable to trust himself to form a coherent sentence, Doyoung just dug his nails into Johnny’s back.
After a few more thrusts, Johnny decided to change up their positioning once more. He gently untangled himself from Doyoung’s grasp and pushed himself upright. Doyoung felt Johnny’s dick slip out of him, and he whined at the loss before he felt himself being manhandled once more. Johnny pulled Doyoung by his legs so that his ass was aligned right at the edge of the seat. From there, Johnny could stand over Doyoung, wrapping Doyoung’s legs around his arms before pushing back in. This new angle allowed Johnny to be more powerful in his thrusts, something that Doyoung immediately took notice of. Doyoung’s hands suddenly felt so empty with Johnny now out of reach, and so he resorted to clinging on to the edge of the seat, knuckles turning white as he gripped on for dear life. No longer as closely entangled, Johnny could now see Doyoung’s dick, bright red and drooling, as it twitched so desperately, begging to be touched. Johnny groaned at the sight, fisting Doyoung’s dick. Doyoung nearly came on contact, and Johnny seemed to notice as he moaned in response to Doyoung tightening around him. Johnny began running his hand along Doyoung’s cock, and Doyoung knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“I’m cumming.” Doyoung declared right before his cock began spurting out thin ropes of white. Some cum dribbled onto Johnny’s hand, still fisted around Doyoung’s dick as it began to soften, but most landed in sticky streaks across Doyoung’s chest. Johnny’s hips began to stutter as Doyoung tightened around him, only managing to trust a couple more times before Johnny himself pulled out. Doyoung watched in amazement as Johnny proceeded to cum untouched, dick twitching between each spurt as his cum joined Doyoung’s on Doyoung’s chest. The next moments were filled with heavy breaths as each boy took a moment to gather themselves. Doyoung’s gaze was transfixed on his white-stained chest, the strings of liquid moving and pooling along his body with each rise and fall of his chest. Johnny took the towel he had just ripped off of Doyoung and used it to wipe down Doyoung’s chest.
Now clean, Doyoung took the opportunity to sit up, slightly wincing as his weight shifted onto his sore ass. Johnny took a seat next to Doyoung, placing a hand on Doyoung’s thigh.
“Fuck, I really wanted to ride you.” Doyoung whispered out before his brain could catch his tongue. In response, Johnny only leaned forward and pulled Doyoung into another messy kiss.
“We still have another 3 hours.”