be my mistake - outer banks (jj maybank)

seven

Resting her head on JJ's lap, Dylan stretched out on the back of the HMS Pogue, trying to get a good tan. She specifically wore her cherry-red triangle bikini sheerly for the tan lines Dylan got after wearing it. The salty wind whistled around her, teasing her wavy brown locks. She sighed, content. That is, until the arguing started. 

"This is empty, dumbass. You stole empty tanks?" asked Kiara, shaking her head. Pope grabbed one, squinting his eyes trying to read the meter. John B glanced at Dylan and JJ who were not helping at all, just bantering back and forth before JJ grabbed her and gave her a kiss. He rolled his eyes at their PDA. 

"Guys, this one's a quarter filled. It's enough for one of us to use it." said Pope, handing the tank to John B. 

"Can anyone dive?" asked Kiara, glancing at Dylan and the boys. 

"I can- mmph" started Dylan before JJ covered her mouth with his hand. "No." he said firmly to her. She stuck her tongue out, forcing JJ to recoil, wiping his hand on Pope's shirt. Pope stared, disgusted. 

"As I was saying," Dylan continued, giving JJ a dirty look "I can do it." 

"No, I said fucking no." said JJ as John B said "Okay." Now it was JJ's turn to glare, staring at John B menacingly. John B shrugged, saying "Fine, someone else can go." Dylan pouted, moving from JJ's lap to the other side of the boat next to Kiara. JJ rolled his eyes, but still felt a little jealous even though Dylan wasn't into girls. That would be pretty hot, he thought before snapping out of his little fantasy. 

"Look, y-you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard can it be?" asked JJ impatiently. 

"If you come up too fast, nitrogen gets in your blood and you get the bends." said Pope

"The bends like...bend over?" said JJ as he bent over, pushing his butt into Dylan's face. Dylan slapped it teasingly, saying "Damn, it isn't my birthday but thanks for that cake, Jay!" to Kiara. Both girls dissolved into giggled while JJ and Pope watched them, confused looks on their faces. 

"The bends can kill you." said Pope seriously. That quieted the whole group.

"I-I'll go," volunteered John B, since no one else said anything.

"Since when can you dive?" asked Kiara, a bit anxiously. 

"It's fine, Kie." Pope did some quick calculations, saying John B had to make his safety stop 10 feet down. Kiara whispered something to Dylan, which resulted in them stripping to their bikinis and jumping into the sparkling marsh.

"What was that all about?" asked Pope, seeing John B and JJ gawking at the girls. "I don't know, but I liked that a lot." said JJ as John B cleared his throat. Both girls popped back up, bobbing at the surface.

"Hey guys, we tied our t-shirts about 10 feet on the anchor so John B knows where to stop!" called Kiara, Dylan nodding in agreement. Swimming to the side of the boat, Dylan waited patiently for JJ to pull her up. JJ grumbled, grabbing her waist and hauling her up. 

"Why do you always pick her up?" asked Pope "I've seen her do it by herself before." 

"Because he's my bitch-" said Dylan before being thrown over JJ's shoulder. "Whipped..." whispered John B, mocking the blonde boy utterly infatuated with Dylan. JJ ignored him, plopping her down on the seat before sitting down beneath her. He rested his head in Dylan's lap and pulled her hands away from her sides, placing them in his hair. 

"You could have just asked, bubs." giggled Dylan as she began playing and gently pulling at his hair. 

"It's more fun this way." he said, sighing contentedly. By then, John B had put on all the gear and was preparing to jump in. Kiara walked over to him, kissing him on the cheek before warning him to be careful. Dylan wiggled her eyebrows, shooting her a glance meaning they would talk about it later.