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It's hot. Heat rolls across Eijirou's bare skin in waves. He's coated in a thin layer of sweat across his chest and down his back where he lays on the towel haphazardly thrown over the dark beach chair.
Though he is warm at the top, his lower half is covered with a pair of swimming shorts that go down to the thigh. A pair of slippers cover his bare feet so he doesn't burn them when he will stand in the sand later.
His hair is pulled back into a half ponytail, his little hair horns still up while the rest lays across his shoulders. He reaches over to grab his lemonade that condensates across the small table connected to the umbrella barely covering his face from the light.
Sighing, he lays back, putting his sunglasses on and closing his eyes to relax. It's quiet, nice to get away from all the craziness that is his hero work. Having a day away from the field to do something like this was the best idea his agent had. He'll need to give her a raise.
Breathing in, he hears the sounds of his friends moving around, laughing and doing who knows what. He smiles. Hearing them have a good time as well makes him happy.
“Oi.”
Eijirou opens his eyes. A pair identical to his glare down at him. He's pretty, barren from the waist up like he is, all muscle and scarred, yet beautiful skin. That's when the redhead notices the bottle in his hand.
“You need to put this on, idiot.”
Right. That would probably be a good idea now that he thinks about it. Though it won't get so hot that he could burn, it never hurts to be on the safe side. Eijirou gives his thanks and grabs the sunscreen out of his hand. He shakes his head seeing the symbol of a gauntlet on the front of it. Only would he want something like this with his brand.
Sitting up, Eijirou turns and shakes the bottle to stir up the contents inside. Having watery sunscreen land on his skin wouldn't do him any good. Besides, it won't look right on him if it isn't the proper consistency.
Squeezing a good dollop of the lotion in his hand, he places the bottle next to him and rubs his hands together to layer them both in it before beginning to run it over his arms. From wrist to forearm to bicep, he covers himself, making sure he is lathered as much as he can be. He'd rather be that than have himself look bad later or get hassled by his friends for missing a spot.
He can't really reach his back on his own, but he supposes he'll worry about that when he turns onto his stomach later. Right now, Eijirou focuses on smothering the sunblock on his chest, running his fingers over the swell of his pecs and across his dusky nipples.
Another handful is dispensed. He leans down, getting between the creases of his toes and over the tops of his feet through the sandals before running the rest up his ankle and toward the knee. He inhales sharply through his nose watching it go from being white to nothing, all of it smeared into his legs. It’s nice.
Fingers rub across his ears and over the bridge of his nose, the coolness running over his upper lip and across his chin. He coos graciously. Though it's temporary, the feeling of something chilling his flesh soothes him.
He closes his eyes, covering his eyelids and forehead. A grin curls on his lips at the sensation clinging to them. The heat travels from his face and moves further down the longer he goes on, his sense of touch heightened due to his sight being removed temporarily.
“Having fun, Red?”
Eijirou's lashes flutter as he meets crimson once again. He hums, content, “Feels nice, bro.” He murmurs, “I'm really hot and this definitely helps me cool off.”
“I can tell.” His eyes flick down where Eijirou's trunks have gotten tight, “You seriously getting all bothered putting it on?”
He whines. Of course he is! The sensation of running his rough, coarse fingers over the span of his arms and hair-covered legs with a cream meant to protect him really turns him on. He's used to being the one doing the protecting, but this soft salve takes the responsibility from him. It never takes much to get him horny.
A tongue swipes out, moistening lips Eijirou suddenly can't take his eyes off of. His throat clicks when he swallows. Man oh man did he make the mistake of doing this in plain sight of his sexy best friend. The strain of his shorts press into his erection, tugging a groan out of him.
Click.
Eijirou's breath catches watching him lean down, his hand brushing the corner of his mouth and then retreating. The redhead is forced to lay back, body rigid as he's silently pinned onto the chair. He can't get away or tell the blond to back off (not that he wants to).
The room is silent now, or at least Eijirou believes it to be. Blood roars in his ears and his heart stutters, taking over his ability to properly hear. His dick could cut through his shorts if he isn't careful and activates his Hardening. His hands bury into the towel beneath him. Leftover traces of the lotion make the fabric stick to his palms.
Click.
Eijirou blinks seeing the sunscreen come into view once more. This time he does not uncap or use any of it. A pale hand cups a quarter size of it and tosses the bottle somewhere Eijirou could care less about. Just where does he think that is going to be used? Eijirou did everything he could reach sans his back.
He gets his answer as the hand surges down and buries past the hem of his shorts, wrapping over the weeping length. Eijirou throws his head back. They have never done something so raunchy before, right in front of people who could look over and see the event unfolding. But goddamn is it fucking good.
His dick twitches within the confines of the fist jerking him off. The fabric of his trunks makes it difficult for it to do much movement up and down but it tries its hardest.
Regardless, Eijirou moans and whines, letting himself embrace the touch and hums of appreciation rolling against the shell of his ear.
The sweet scent wafting off the other's skin plus the way his hand tightens around his shaft tugs him closer to the edge. He never gets pulled this close normally. Is it due to a bunch of eyes on him? Possibly. He's never been in public when he does these things, much less with another person.
Shit, he's going to cum.
“Come on, Ei.” His voice is raspy, full of want, “Let go. Show all these extras what you look like when you spill over my fingers.”
That's all it takes. With a whimper, Eijirou trembles through an orgasm that wracks his body so hard that it causes his toes to curl and his glute muscles to tighten up. A wave of Hardening rolls up his back, almost tearing the towel under him. His shorts and the pale hand wrapped along his slowly flagging length is covered in his release cooling on his skin when the fingers move out of his shorts and away from him fully. In doing so, it exposes the tip of his cock and the sticky traces of white clinging to the head.
“You should put sunscreen on more often.” He whispers into his ear. “Just make sure you let someone help you rub it in next time.” Eijirou shudders, the aftershocks of his orgasm still rolling through him.
Click. Click.
If he had any working brain cells left, he'd ask what he meant. However, the blond rushes across Eijirou's heated skin, eyes fluttering when the hand moves up his stomach, combining the sunscreen he used and his cum and then pulling back. It strings on his digits until it's wiped against his jaw. “See? Now it makes sense.”
He's given room to sit up and grabs his cell phone to see what he's talking about, staring into the dark screen and… oh.
There's a bit of white sitting in the corner of his lip, undoubtedly the cream he did not get done all the way. And now he has a matching spot on the opposite side, this time being something way different than the sunscreen.
Eijirou blushes like mad, the color painting itself along his chest and over the tips of his ears. He's going to have to get him to do that again, but next time with something more slick and wet.
Click.
A voice grabs his attention away from his phone, seeing a camera pointed right at him. No scratch that, multiple cameras are looking directly towards the mess he made and his flushed face.
“Alright, that's a wrap! I think we got what we needed, Red Riot!” The photographer announces, a sly grin on their face. Eijirou makes a squeak and covers his flaccid dick even though it is already too late. One of the editors messes with the computer that saves all the photos on it automatically, typing in something he can't see.
“Thank you for your time and aiding in this, Dynamight.” They glance at the blond who grunts in acknowledgement. They smirk, “I just know people are going to love seeing these in the calendar.”