Caspar, Joe, and Troye all gather wood for a bonfire, whilst Jacob insists he is being of the best help by leaning all the logs and sticks they gather to a point. ("Jacob, how is that helping?" "Watch a movie, Joe. Its how the pros do it.") Troye just rolls his eyes, but he still can't resist the fondness that makes its way into his smile at the childishness of his boyfriend.
Joe eventually goes off to the store to buy hotdogs and s'mores to roast over their fire, insisting that 'this is much better than eating fast food, guys' and to Jacob, that 'yes, i'll get the good chocolate.'
So Troye, Jacob, and Caspar sit and make small chat. Mostly, they make holes with the heels of their feet in the sand, watching as more and more people begin to pack up and filter off of the beach as the minutes pass, and the sun lowers in the sky.
Jacob's stand of wood eventually falls over, making them all flinch from being caught off-guard. Caspar laughs loudly as Jacob curses, kicking the mess of the firewood. Troye tries not to laugh, he does, as Jacob buries his head into his lap pouting, but he can't stop the giggles that escape, and he feels Jacob's teeth biting through his sweats on his thigh. He just laughs harder.
Soon enough, Tyler re-joins them. Smoothie shop boy is practically clinging to him, as they laugh and sip, what do you know, smoothies.
"Don't," Troye whispers, pinching the inside of Jacob's thigh.
"Troye," Jacob whines, "you know I have too. Look at them."
"If you do," Troye draws out, "I won't let you see me in my new bikini."
He kisses down Jacob's neck, feeling cheeky as his hand that was previously pinching the inside of Jacob thigh is now rubbing it, making Jacob go a bit breathless.
There is this new air to them, like a more secure closeness that ties them together. Everyday they're learning how to communicate with each other. Each kiss a different feeling, every glance, sigh, breath is something more. Underneath it all there is always more.
They haven't even known each other a year, but Jacob feels like Troye has been there every day of his life. There is this piece of him, that feels like he has already loved Troye forever, and he can go another forever after that one, and another after that one, too.
(He thinks they are the same perambulating star, bursting in a collapsing star, turned into the cocktails they are now.)
Jacob can't help but try to subtly shift down, wanting Troye to palm him through his now dry sweats. He can't help but to imagine Troye's head resting in his lap, mouth next to his crotch, breathing hot air over his hardening cock in front of everyone. He wants to run his fingers through his hair, everyone thinking Troye is just sleepy as his fingers teasingly trace the outline of Jacob's cock that is unseen to everyone but the two. He wants Troye, wants him right now.
(Jacob kind of, definitely, might have one of those kinks. What did Troye call it, he thinks, exhibit, exterminator, exit high mission.)
"We're missing one," is the first thing Tyler says upon returning, and Jacob actually flinches from his thoughts, breathing in deeply as he closes his eyes and relaxes. As if Troye was reading Jacob's mind, he lies down in the sand, and stares up at Jacob from where his head now rests in Jacob's lap.
"He'll be back soon," Caspar answers with a small smile from where he is sitting a bit away from Jacob in the sand, still making holes in the sand with his feet. Troye is mewling as Jacob continues to play with his curls, that are actually becoming less and less curly and more of just wavy, due to how much he has twirled them over the day. He is acutely aware of the hand on the inside of his thigh still, just barely rubbing, but it's enough to get him at least a little hard. To be fair, Jacob thinks he is always at least a little hard when he is with Troye.
