“Yah, Taem.”

Jonghyun bumps Taemin’s shoulder with his own, effectively pulling his attention away from Minho and Kibum. The pair were currently debating, quite adamantly whose side of the story, that Minho had been attempting to tell them for a good five minutes now, was really the truth. There’s a laugh still shaking Taemin’s chest, as he brings the cool glass of the beer bottle in his hand to his lips, turning his attention first to Jonghyun, then to the direction his friend was not so subtly nodding towards. Taemin’s stomach takes a flip as his eyes lock onto an unmistakable masculine silhouette: all broad shoulders, and long legs, the warm orange glow of the sizable fire that was separating them only serving to accentuate the distinct cut of his jawline. Shadows dance over the plush of his lips, and the curve of his nose, accompanied by the flutter of soft brown hair in the night breeze. Moonkyu hadn’t been bullting after all, Jongin really was here. 

Taemin’s eyes are lingering, dragging down the expanse of the man’s neck as Jongin’s head is thrown back in mirth, eyes turned to crescents while he smacks at the shoulder of whoever was next to him. It’s bringing back quick memories of Jongin with his eyes squeezed shut, his features a bit distorted, and his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. The feeling of those same slender hands that he was talking so expressively with right now, wrapped around both of their , long fingers, and large palms so much more effective than Taemin’s own. The slick hot slide of that mouth over Taemin’s skin as his hips work overtime, each roll of them bringing the best kind of friction. Their slick with both of their pre- where Jongin was keeping them pressed together, Taemin chasing hard after both of their pleasure as- 

“-think Taemin-ah?!”

Taemin’s eyes snap back to Kibum, his head swimming a bit with the buzz of alcohol, a baffled look on his face now that all of his friend’s eyes are on him. He’s long since lost track of the conversation but they don’t seem to be surprised at all, Kibum’s eyes giving an amused and exaggerated roll just as Minho starts back into him. Jonghyun’s laughing hard next to him but Taemin can’t be bothered to find out why, gaze seeking out the living, breathing embodiment of his wet dreams. His chest gives a lurch when those intense brown eyes are focused back at Taemin this time, a reaction that would be concerning in any other context, but Jongin seemed to have this ability to get Taemin’s every nerve racing. It was a little bit addicting.

It’s not long later that he notices Jongin’s sudden step back from the fireside. Quickly Taemin shoves his empty bottle into the box by Jinki’s feet, not bothering to reply to Jonghyun when he calls after him, surely asking wher