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Ricky misses the person he was seven hours ago, when he could still hear the fast swish of cars on the road and the idle chatter of school students on the sidewalk, making their way back home.
To put it quite plainly, Ricky misses the busy ambiance that came with still being in the city. Where silence only occurred late at night, but the rest of the time, you got to experience people living.
There is no living where Ricky is right now. Scratch that. There is too much living surrounding him. Ricky takes one step off the staircase of the camping van with his expensive hiking boots that serve no real purpose now that he really knows where they are, and steps into the oddly soft dirt of the forest floor. He takes one deep breath, tired of inhaling the stuffy air from inside the camping van, and promptly coughs, choking.
“See,” Hanbin comments. Despite rubbing Ricky’s back soothingly until he stops struggling, there’s a paternal sternness to the look on his face. “You need to be out in nature. Spending all your time in that stuffy art studio and inhaling all those toxic fumes is weakening your lungs. They don’t even know how to handle real fresh air.”
“I have a humidifier and an air purifier,” Ricky mumbles, taking another step forward. He steps on a twig that snaps loudly under his boot and sighs. Everything makes a sound out here. If anything, nature is the original version of a snitch.
The camper van creaks loudly behind him as the reasons they’re all out spill from the van, tumbling forwards and almost knocking Ricky out with their reckless coordination.
“This is perfect,” Gyuvin explains, taking a look around at the towering trees and the birds soaring through the sky. It looks like something out of a Disney movie, the sun peaking through the leaves that act as a natural shade. Ricky doesn’t find it amusing in the slightest. He can watch Snow White at home.
The real reason behind Ricky’s disdain for this whole camping trip is that he was outvoted. The two options for this year's friendship trip were Japan and camping here in South Korea. Ricky was born to take flights, not road trips. In fact, Hao, Taerae, and Hanbin had been on his side for the Japan trip until Gunwook opened his mouth and started going on about the importance of bonding with the great outdoors. By the time Ricky could think of a rebuttal, his own boyfriend was chiming in with ideas of his own.
Building a campfire. Pitching their own tent. Cooking their own food. Swimming in a lake. Once Gyuvin started, he couldn’t be stopped, and with Gunwook to bounce ideas off of, the entire camping trip was planned right in front of Ricky’s eyes. They managed to corral Jiwoong over to their side, and although it took a bit of effort, Hanbin followed shortly after. After that, there was no point in denying they wouldn’t be going to Japan. Not when Hanbin looked at Hao with those large puppy eyes. With Hao’s agreement, it didn’t matter what the rest of them thought. Hao’s word was as good as law in their group.
And so here Ricky stood watching through his expensive sunglasses as Gyuvin and Gunwook helped Hanbin, Matthew, and Jiwoong haul all of their camping gear out of the small camping van that Jiwoong rented for the trip.
The camping van had been Ricky’s last straw. Gyuvin spent most of the night trying to change Ricky’s outlook on the trip with sweet promises like he wouldn’t up and leave him to go and chase wildlife with Gunwook the first chance he got.
The only thing that made Ricky feel even slightly positive about the trip was the fact that he could always just hang out in the camping van if the outdoors became too much for him. That was until Jiwoong pulled up to his apartment in the tiniest camping van Ricky had ever laid his eyes upon, honking the horn loudly and furthering Ricky’s disbelief.
There was hardly enough room for the eight of them in the van, much less their gear. It had four windows in total. Two in the front and two in the middle, which remained open at all times, yet did nothing to relieve them from the stifling air and the camper vans' natural scent. It didn’t come with a bathroom, which was Ricky’s second concern, and after viewing the itinerary, Ricky’s heart dropped even further when he realized they’d be spending three full days here in the land of no man, meaning he’d have to shower out here.
It’s kind of hard to focus on anything else when your mind is stuck on the fact that you are now stuck outside for the next three days, seven hours away from your home by car. In fact, the campsite is so secluded that the next one is miles away, according to the map the ranger gave them on their way in. It took them twenty minutes to reach their spot, and even after that, it’ll take a five-minute trek to the area where they can set up their tents.
“What do you want to carry?” Taerae asks Ricky. He looks at the five men in front of them, loaded up with enough camping gear to last them a few weeks. “Hao called the lighter bag available, and I’m grabbing the cooler. If you want, we can pull it together, but other than that, there’s the bag with the bug sprays and stuff.”
Ricky opts for the second lightest item, which happens to be the bag with the emergency kit and the bug sprays. Far out in front of him, half of the group talks loudly among themselves. They don’t have to bother with lowering their tone. They’re the only ones out here for miles. A shiver sounds down Ricky’s spine at the thought of being so cut off from society. His phone lost service before they even reached the campsite, and they were even given a satellite walkie-talkie for emergencies. In short, they’re completely alone out here until they leave.
“Don’t look so glum,” Hao scolds lightly, groaning when a bug lands on his sweater. He swats at it blindly, hissing in agitation when he misses. Between the two of them, Ricky isn’t sure who’s going to break first. He’s determined not to let it be him despite his pouting and frowning, but he’s one wrong step away from calling it quits and walking the six days it’ll take back to Seoul.
In the end, it takes longer than five minutes to reach their final destination. The guys were overconfident, and not even four minutes in all that heavy gear began to take a toll on them. Hanbin calls for a break first, then Jiwoong. Gyuvin and Gunwook held on, walking the rest of the way on their own, but they all found those two sitting on a fallen log, not even a few feet away from where they had stopped. By the time they finally get there, the sun is already beginning to reach its peak, and the cool morning air turns into the blistering heat you feel on a mid-summer day.
“I think we should set up the essentials first,” Hanbin announces, dropping his and Hao’s stuff in an area he’s claimed. Gyuvin picks second, moving a good distance away from Hanbin’s tent. The rest follow, and before Ricky knows it, everyone is so far apart he wonders if this is even group camping.
Almost as if he reads Ricky’s mind, Matthew speaks up, looking around the group. “Shouldn’t we all be closer to each other? How is this going to help us bond or whatever if I have to shout for you to hear me?”
“Honestly, if we can still hear him, we’re not far enough,” Gyuvin says to Ricky quietly. There’s a mischievous sort of lift to his smile, one that screams Gyuvin is about to be up to no good on this trip. “Should we move a little further?”
Nudging Gyuvin in his side, Ricky ignores that little comment, looking down at the unmade tent and letting out a deep, heavy sigh that doesn’t convey half the emotions running through him right now. They just had to pick the tents you had to build up from scratch. They couldn’t have picked one where you just snap it into place, or one of those fancy blow-up ones.
It seems everyone comes to the same conclusion, getting started on their tents by taking them out of their bags along with the instructions. Jiwoong and Taerae appear to have started…something. Taerae holds one of the metal rods, the distant click of two sides connecting like a puzzle piece reaches Ricky’s ears, and he glances at their own tent with disdain. He had no clue how to even start this.
“Hey,” Gyuvin calls out to him softly, catching Ricky’s attention. Ricky should have expected Gyuvin’s next move, and he blames the fresh air on his delayed responses, not that they were fast to begin with. Gyuvin manages to gain a solid hold around Ricky’s waist, ignoring Ricky’s quiet protest of pulling back.
“What are you-”
“Calm down for a second,” Gyuvin giggles quietly. “You’re so tense you would think we brought you out here to be sacrificed. I know this isn’t your idea of fun.”
“I don’t know how this could be anyone’s definition of fun,” Ricky shoots back, and Gyuvin rolls his eyes, lips still pulled into that charming smile.
He doesn’t take Ricky’s words seriously, and Ricky supposes it’s why they work out so well. Gyuvin knows when he’s serious and when he’s not, and although Ricky is very serious right now, he won’t remain that way forever.
“I know it’s not your idea of fun, but I want to enjoy this with you, and I can’t do that if you’re pouting the whole time, like this.” Gyuvin gives him a married example of whatever look Ricky has on his face right now. It looks anything but pleased, and Ricky really isn’t, but he doesn’t want to ruin this for Gyuvin.
“I’ll try to enjoy it,” Ricky relents, biting back a smile when Gyuvin finally gives him the biggest smile of all. A kiss is pressed to his lips and then another. At the very least, Ricky doesn’t mind. They’re supposed to be working on their tent, but Ricky figures they can start on that when they’re done.
A loud shout from Matthew and Gunwook’s side catches their attention, startling them apart as they turn to look at the people calling for them.
“I’m pretty sure you two are about to start pitching the wrong kind of tent,” Matthew teases, revealing their lack of tent-making to the others who join in on Matthew and Gunwook’s amusement.
“Fuck off,” Gyuvin calls back, giving Ricky one final kiss. Gyuvin backs off after that, kneeling beside the unmade tent and pulling out the instructions so that they can get started as well.
“According to the instructions, building the tent is quite easy. Snap those together and pass them to me, and I’ll put them where they belong.”
Ricky begins his seemingly easy task with little resistance. The metal rods snap together quickly, and Gyuvin seems to have figured out how to interpret the instructions, and despite never doing it before, manages to finish quicker than some of the others.
The tent is much larger than Ricky thought it was. Inside the bag, all folded up, it looked concerningly small. Certainly not big enough to hold him and Gyuvin. Now that it’s up and ready, it almost reaches Gyuvin’s height and is spacious enough for Ricky not to worry about the crazy amount of stuff he ended up being along, ignoring Gyuvin’s comments that he won’t need half of it.
After all the tents have been set up, Hanbin announces they’ll have a few minutes to set things up inside before they get started with cooking dinner. It’ll be their first meal outside without the help of a real stove, and Ricky is only a little worried they won’t be able to pull it off. Leaving that concern for later on, he drags his things inside the tent, bending slightly to not hit his head on the top. Ricky claims the left side, it is where his suitcase decided to fall after all, and not wanting to lug it back up be decides it’s perfect right where it is.
Two large sleeping bags come out of Gyuvin’s bag. Gyuvin sets up Ricky’s on his side, then his on a few inches away. Unlike Ricky, Gyuvin didn’t bring nearly as much stuff. Just the essentials or whatever he and Gunwook were blabbing about on the drive over. Gyuvin leaves most of it inside his duffel bag, as opposed to Ricky, who takes almost everything out.
“You do know we’re only going to be here for three days, right?” It’s a phrase Ricky had heard more than once today. The first time was when he revealed his suitcase, and the camping crew all looked at him sideways with different renditions of the statement Gyuvin just made. Ricky doesn’t care. He needs everything he brought, even if they don’t see it.
“Keep making comments like that, and it’ll be a very quiet three days,” Ricky says with a warning smile. Gyuvin laughs it off, attacking him with a tight back hug that’s anything but comfortable as they now both have to bend.
“If you two are done,” a voice says from the other side of the zipped-up tent door. It’s Taerae who is anything but impressed at whatever he thinks he’s overhearing. “We’re setting up the stuff for dinner. I would have volunteered you two for gathering food, but Matthew says we should leave you two alone, so unless you want everyone to think you’re doing something-”
He doesn’t finish that sentence. Ricky lunges for the zipper and steps out completely unscathed. “We weren't doing anything but unpacking,” he clarifies with an offended tone. “Everyone just likes to jump to conclusions.”
“No. It was Matthew pitching a tent comment,” Taerae corrects. “Now everyone’s thinking with everything but their brains.” Taerae rolls his eyes before turning around and starts making his way towards the campfire, which acts as the center of their campsite.
Everything is almost set up. Hanbin has the necessary materials out to grill meat, and Ricky points an accusing finger at the stainless steel pots and pans that Hanbin retrieves from one of the large totes.
“And to think you guys were judging me. What’s all this?”
Jiwoong looks up with a slightly guilty expression that worsens when Hanbin begins pulling out a lighter and a few other materials to make their cooking experience easier.
“So much for living in the wild.”
“What did you expect? We weren't going to cook on a stone slab and use flint and steel. We’re here for the camping experience, we're not Tarzan,” Gunwook steps in before Jiwoong can say anything. “Right now, being helpful is what’s most important, and since I’m sure you don’t want to get your hands dirty, Hanbin hyung has assigned you and Hao hyung to fire starting duty.
“You mean the fire we’re going to start with the new lighter Hanbin hyung just pulled out?”
Gunwook blinks, and Ricky backs down, knowing better than to keep arguing with the man who doesn’t know when to give up. The job Ricky and Hao are given is easy. All they have to do is sit and watch the fire while all the others work like honey bees to get dinner ready before the sun starts to set.
The food takes longer to make than expected. As it turns out, in nature, there’s only one temperature when working with fire, and that’s extremely hot. After burning the first batch of meat, the fire is mended and toyed with until they find a temperature safe enough not to char their food.
As the sun begins to set, they run into their second problem of the afternoon.
“Where are the lanterns?” The question is asked by a suddenly panicked Gunwook, who begins frantically searching for their only source of light until morning. Every bag is searched until they conclude that they’re either still in the camper van all the way back through the trees or back in one of their apartments.
“Gyuvin and I can go check the van,” Gunwook announced, volunteering a startled Gyuvin who was peacefully resting beside Ricky. Forced to tag along, Gyuvin leaves Ricky, who listens to the meat sizzle deliciously while wondering when they’ll be able to eat.
It takes some time for them to finish cooking, and by the time everything is done, Gyuvin and Gunwook are making their way back, thankfully with the lanterns in hand.
The sun sets faster than they could have predicted. Halfway through their meal, they find themselves surrounded by darkness, with only the eight lamps and the campfire providing them with light. It’s a little creepy, Ricky won’t lie. Between the shadows dancing across their faces and looking up at the eerie shade of the branches looming over them, the fun of camping dwindles into nothing as Ricky starts to long for the tent.
“We should tell spooky stories,” Matthew suggests as the first one is done. “It’s like a camping tradition, we’ve got to do it.”
“He’s right,” Gunwook agrees with excitement. It seems to be the event the two of them have been waiting for all night. “Who’s going to tell one first?”
“I can,” Jiwoong volunteers first. They finish eating first, clearing their dishes with a few collisions and a few gals before they settle back on the wooden logs surrounding the small campfire.
“Okay, well, I will confess this isn’t my first time camping in these woods,” Jiwoong starts. “When I was younger, I came here with my family for a two-day camping trip. We didn’t come to this site, but we were pretty close by.”
Ricky believes this much. Jiwoong drove the entire way here and, towards the end, didn’t even need the GPS or the map the ranger gave them when they arrived.
“I was about eight at the time and never feared the woods until the first night when we all fell asleep. I was sleeping between my parents when an on scraping sound came from the outside of our tent. I thought I was hearing thugs at first, of course, we were in the woods, but it continued, the scraping and the click of something messing with our zipper. My parents heard it and woke up, using the flashlights we brought to see what was outside, and when they shone the light on the entrance to the tent, they saw a creature we couldn’t identify.”
“So what happened?” Matthew asks. Even with the limited light, Ricky can see he’s quite pale.
“We told the park ranger the next morning, and he told us that sometimes things like to come out in the dark around here and check out the visitors.”
“Ghosts?” Hao asks in denial and curiosity.
“Spirits,” Jiwoong whispers, wiggling his fingers dramatically.
The group goes still, and Gunwook breaks the silence first with a nervous exclamation. “That story sucked, hyung,” he says, crossing his arms. But anyone can tell Jiwoong’s story made him a bit nervous.
“I’m telling the truth! You can even ask my brother if he was there. He heard and saw the same thing my parents and I did. There are things in these woods.”
“Good night!” Hao says loudly, standing up. “Suddenly, I’m feeling very tired and need to rest. You guys can stay up. Hanbin will walk me to the tent.”
Hanbin follows the lead, standing up as well. “Well, it’s getting late, we should all turn in just in case Jiwoong’s make-believe spirits are real.” Hanbin laughs, but it sounds forced. They’re scared and rightfully so. Jiwoong may joke around, but he’s never lied while telling a story. His track record is so sure that everyone scrambled back to their tents, zipping them up tight. Gyuvin even added a few blankets near the entrance of their place.
“Not because of Jiwoong hyung’s story,” Gyuvin starts when he realizes Ricky’s caught him. “But it might get cold, and I don’t want you shivering tonight.”
“If I get cold, I’ll just get closer to you,” Ricky shrugs. He changes into his pajamas, removing Gyuvin’s blankets and using the lantern along with a bottle of water to see his toothbrush and toothpaste.
“Wait, I should join you.” Gyuvin scrambles outside with his own supplies. Typically, Ricky spends far too long brushing his teeth until they glisten, but tonight, he hits all the necessary bases and finishes swiftly to go back inside. With their teeth brushed and ready for bed, they both slip into their individual sleeping bags. Like the tent, Ricky finds it’s pretty spacious. Enough for him to turn around at least. It’s a far cry from the night thread count of Ricky’s sheets back in his apartment, but they’re there for the experience, and so the plastic rustling sound is one he finds he’ll have to adjust to.
The sounds of nature fill in the soundless blanks occasionally. The hoot of an owl startles Ricky the first time. The wind blows, and a branch snaps off somewhere and falls. It sounds so much like a footstep that Gyuvin shoots up in his sleeping bag.
“Did you hear that?” Gyuvin asks, looking around as if he’ll be able to see through the thick material of the tent.
“It was a tree branch. Lie back down,” Ricky insists. They’re both on edge. Ricky shuffles a little to the right, and Gyuvin fills the small gap between them by shifting the rest of the way.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight,” Ricky admits quietly. Every time he closes his eyes, the rest of his senses heighten. Ricky feels like he can hear every little move the forest makes, and it leaves him so on edge he can’t settle down.
Gyuvin must feel the same way. The quiet unzipping of the side of Gyuvin’s sleeping bag hits Ricky's sensitive ears, and he opens his eyes. It’s dark inside the tent, and yet Gyuvin navigates his bag with ease. The perks of placing it so close to his sleeping bag. Unlike Ricky, who left his suitcase close to the entrance.
“What are you doing?” Ricky whispers while Gyuvin rustles around in his bag. “Too much noise is dangerous at this time of night.”
Sure, he wasn’t thrilled about the camping trip originally, but he wanted to stay safe. Ricky might have spent the entire night prior psyching himself out by reading about all the animals that hunt at night or are more prone to attacking sounds or whatever looks like prey. To his surprise, there were quite a few, and to his horror, most of them could be found at this very campsite.
“Providing us with a distraction.” Gyuvin lies back down, and Ricky can hardly make out the image of Gyuvin’s close face until he’s so close that Ricky can hear his breathing. “We obviously aren’t going to fall asleep on our own. We might as well tire ourselves out.”
“Be honest, this is the real reason you wanted us so far away from the others, isn't it?”
Gyuvin gasps, and Ricky recognizes the lie heading his way when he hears it. “No, I just wanted us to have our privacy. Not so we could hook up, but so that we weren't being disturbed by everyone else’s snoring or them having to go to the bathroom at night or something.”
“I doubt anyone will be going after that story.” Truthfully, the story itself was weak and not scary at all, but in the dark of the night and with the sounds of the creatures of the night creating a terrifying ambiance, Jiwoong’s scary story got them all pretty good.
“I sure won’t. But we do need to sleep before tomorrow. Hanbin hyung wants us to go hiking along a trail nearby, and I don’t think anyone wants to see you when you’re running on little sleep.”
“I just get quiet, it's nothing they haven’t seen before.”
Gyuvin laughs softly. “It’s your face we have to worry about. Your thoughts are written all over your face,” then Gyuvin switches to begging. A hand presses against his chest, then skids up to his neck. Gyuvin leans in, pressing a convincing kiss to Ricky’s lips. “Come on, let me wear us out.”
Ricky inhales sharply. The proposition sounds better and better the longer he thinks about it. “Okay,” Ricky confirms weakly. He unzips the side of his sleeping bag and begins wiggling off his pajama pants and underwear. Hesitating on taking off his shirt, Ricky waits to hear if Gyuvin removes his, and when he does hear it, he pulls his pajama shirt over his head.
There’s something insanely intimate about the way Gyuvin slips inside of Ricky’s sleeping bag shamelessly naked and groping at the meat of his thighs. There’s no awkward collision. Gyuvin finds a starting point, Ricky’s collarbone, and with that, he carefully kisses his way up, soaking up Ricky’s quiet breaths.
“S-should I zip it back up?” Ricky stutters when Gyuvin begins to tease the skin on his neck, alternating between sweet pecks and the familiar feeling of hickeys being made.
“No, leave it,” Gyuvin rejects, kissing along his jaw before meeting Ricky’s lips. Ricky understands why Gyuvin tells him to leave it partially unzipped when Gyuvin spreads his legs a little so that he can get between them. Ricky’s knee is the exposed air beyond the plastic sleeping bag, eyes fluttering shut in the darkness when he feels Gyuvin’s bare cock settle beside his own, heavy and pleasantly hard.
Their lips meet in a controlled rhythm. There’s a push and pull to it that Ricky finds himself wanting more of, dragging his fingers through Gyuvin’s hair and angling their heads a bit better. He pushes forward, and Gyuvin pulls back, sucking against his lightly swollen lips with an obscene pop sound.
As the kisses grow deeper, Gyuvin’s hand goes lower. The muted sound of a cap being opened is followed by the soft hiss coming from Ricky’s mouth and breathing against Gyuvin’s lips.
“That’s so fucking cold,” Ricky whines softly as the cool lubricant slides down his dick. “Where did you keep it, in the cooler?”
“No,” Gyuvin giggles back, kissing the frown off Ricky’s lips with little success. “It’s travel-sized. I accidentally left it next to the ice pack in my bag, that's all.”
With an apologetic kiss, Gyuvin rubs at the cool slickness between Rick’s legs, getting his hands sticky with lube before using his thighs to part Ricky’s legs a bit more and beginning to work a finger inside of him.
“Mmfh,” Ricky attempts to moan, but it’s blocked by Gyuvin, amplifying his arousal as their lips join together with loud kisses that they both groan into. When one finger turns into two, Ricky begins to move. His hips work downwards, clenching around Gyuvin’s curling fingers and urging them to move faster.
Ricky pulls away, his head arches back as he whispers out, “fuck,” panting quietly as Gyuvin gives him a third one. The angle is anything but easy. The sleeping bag doesn’t provide them with much room to work with, but Gyuvin doesn’t complain as he fingers Ricky with the flexible twists of his wrist, aiming for Ricky’s sweet spot.
It goes on like that for a while. It’s a beautiful cross between pleasure and irritation as Gyuvin’s fingers stop being enough despite the licks of heat tingling at his spine every time Gyuvin hits his prostate.
“Hold on- let me just…” Gyuvin reaches to the side and grabs something, and to Ricky’s relief, it’s a condom. As much as he enjoys it, this isn’t the kind of place he should be stuck in with Gyuvin’s come spilling out of his ass. “I can’t do it from this position. You’re going to have to.”
Ricky nods even though Gyuvin can’t see him. He waves his hand around before finding Gyuvin’s hand and accepting the packet. This part is both awkward and gratifying. It’s weird putting a condom on Gyuvin inside a sleeping bag. What’s even weirder is that Ricky is nervous. His hands shake as he rolls it down, but then nerves disappear, and in their place the fiery feeling of want is back as he squeezes Gyuvin’s thick cock and is rewarded with a long grunt that scratches the right parts of his brain.
Once the condom is in place, Gyuvin takes over. He uses his slippery hand to smear the leftover lube over his covered cock and drags the blunt head over Ricky’s twitching rim. The initial breach is smooth. Just the feeling of him being split in half as Gyuvin shoves himself inch by inch, letting out his own noisy sounds.
The deeper he goes, the more Ricky feels Gyuvin throb inside of him. Ricky clenches down, and Gyuvin twitches in response, groaning as he sinks all the way in and grinds that last few inches out.
“Consider me distracted,” Ricky breathes out, clutching to Gyuvin’s naked back. Gyuvin doesn’t even have to move much for Ricky to feel good, but when he does, Ricky prays the whole forest doesn’t hear him cry out for more.
“Ah, yes,” Ricky moans deeply as Gyuvin pulls back as far as the sleeping bag will allow him to go. Gyuvin starts with a simple in and out motion that gets Ricky used to the full size, then he starts to pick up speed.
With every thrust, Ricky hiccups out a new version of his name. The plastic sleeping bag rustles aggressively with their movements and heats up fast as Gyuvin finds the pace that gets them both off.
“Oh my…god,” Gyuvin growls unrestrained against Ricky’s shoulder. Gyuvin can hardly pick his head up, rutting inside of him at full strength. His hold on Ricky’s thigh slips, and so Gyuvin moves, gripping the sleeping bag for purchase.
Hooking his leg around Gyuvin’s hip, Ricky arches his back, moaning out loudly when Gyuvin finds a new angle, sliding deeper and brushing heavily against his prostate.
“Oh…shit,” Ricky stutters, whimpering as he clenches down hard. His orgasm is abrupt, and so strong Ricky feels his limbs go weak, barely able to maintain his hold on Gyuvin’s shoulders.
Gyuvin persists, his thrusts never falter as he buries himself inside of Ricky over and over until his hips come to a sudden stop and Gyuvin lets out his loudest moan by far. Gyuvin slides in with a slow motion after that, dragging out every second of his orgasm until he’s shaking over Ricky’s weak frame.
Leaning up, Ricky joins their lips in a deep kiss that Gyuvin groans into, breathing out through his nose as their lips move in tandem.
“I can’t even remember why we started this in the first place,” Ricky admits after some thought. Gyuvin smiles against his lips, and Ricky prepares himself for the aftereffects of stroking Gyuvin’s ego.
“Well, I do aim to please.”
“You’re so full of yourself,” Ricky laughs a little. He rakes his fingers through Gyuvin’s sweaty hair, biting his lip with Gyuvin quivers at the feeling of Ricky’s nails against his scalp.
“Those are bold words coming from someone who’s still full of me.”
“Oh my- okay, we’re done here, get off of me.”
“No, I want to stay inside you,” Gyuvin whines sweetly, worsening Ricky’s utter mortification.
Ricky shakes his head and pushes a bit. “We have to wake up for Hanbin hyung’s hiking thing, and thanks to you, I'm actually tired.”
“That was the point,” Gyuvin tells him with one final kiss. The sleeping bag is fully unzipped, and after they’ve dressed again and switched to Gyuvin's bags, they settle in together with Gyuvin cuddled up close behind Ricky.
“See, camping isn’t so bad after all,” Gyuvin tells Ricky, cuddling up closer. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Just seconds after the words leave his mouth, Ricky’s worst fear comes to light. A sound comes from the other side of the tent, a scraping sound just like the one from Jiwoong’s story, except this time the tent collapses completely on top of them.
This time, Ricky screams.
They’re trapped inside the tent, struggling to find their way around the massive structure. Commotion is heard from the outside, and Ricky thinks morbidly that this is it for him. Death after a mind-blowing orgasm from Gyuivin. He knew they should have just gone to sleep. They brought the spirits right to them.
The jangling sound of their zipper being messed with stills Ricky’s heart, and a hand grips his wrist.
“Stop struggling, it's me, it’s us.” Hanbin’s reassuring voice comes from the outside of the tent. They follow Hanbin’s voice and escape, finding the others gathered around their tent.
“Oh, what happened to you guys?” Ricky asks, taking in the sorry looks of the others illuminated by the moonlight.
“We’re leaving, that's what,” Hao informs them with fear in his eyes. “We’re done with the trip, returning all this shit, we’re going to Japan.”
If Hao could stomp off, Ricky is sure he would, but he’s terrified for some reason and refuses to move from Hanbin’s side. “Yes, we’re leaving, Hanbin confirms. Turns out we won’t last the next three days out here after all.”
“So you knocked over our tent to tell us that?” Gyuvin exclaims.
“That wasn’t us,” Hanbin says with a panicked expression. “Oh no, not you guys too.”
“Not us- what?” Ricky asks, already fearing the response.
“Let’s just say we’re all ready to go now,” Hanbin provides, wrapping an arm around Hao’s tense body. “Like, right now.”