#let's ignore the fact that i (as someone who lives 5min walking away from the beach) forgot about the fact that slovenia doesn't have that -

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@thegengarprincess sent me an ask tonight with a moodboard for Jan and Jure going on a date to the beach and I LOVED the idea so I literally stopped writing a kiss prompt and ran to write this instead :)

I'm writing this at 2am and queueing it for the morning lol. I don't think I'll post this one on ao3, but idk...I'll see when I wake up I guess

It's very short, basically just fluff/crack and them being silly boys in love hehe, enjoy :3

If Jan was being honest, he wasn't much of a fan of the beach. Not that he hated it, but he simply preferred to stay at home or go for a walk in the woods.

That being said, that didn't mean he was strong enough to resist Jure's puppy eyes and cute pout when he asked if they could go together.

So that's where he found himself right now, lying on a towel on the sand, propped up on his elbows, watching from the distance as his boyfriend ran into the sea.

Jan simply stared at him, watching how his blond, wet hair stuck to his face, how his eyes as blue as the sea and his big smile adorned his face with what could only be described as pure contentment, how the sun seemed to accentuate each of the thousands of freckles that decorated the drummer's body, how the muscles under his arms moved as he swam, how–

Yes, Jan really should stop himself before making a scene in the middle of a public beach.

Not that there were many people – given that it was Tuesday and the vacations hadn't arrived yet – but he really didn't want to have to deal with people's stares for getting hard watching Jure swimming from afar.

So he opted for the best option he could think of: taking a nap in the sun.

He took off the shirt he was still wearing, keeping only his swimming trunks and sunglasses on, and lay back down on his back on the towel.

Jan was about to fall asleep, his mind slowly drifting off to the world of dreams, feeling the pleasant warmth of the sun's rays on his skin, when he was suddenly startled to feel a cold, soaked figure lying on top of him.

A certain tall, blond, slender-figured boy who called himself his boyfriend, who had jumped on top of him and wrapped him in his arms happily shouting "Janči!", to be more specific.

“What the fuck, Maček?!” exclaimed Jan, his hands immediately trying to push him away.

Jure, on the other hand, acting like the actual cat he was, just clung to him. “What? Can't I just hug my boyfriend?” He asked, not letting go of Jan for a second.

“Jure you are fucking cold! And wet!”

“And? I'm failing to see the problem here,” Jure teased.

Just as Jure raised one of his arms to brush a strand of hair out of his face, the black-haired man took the opportunity to grab his arm, rolling him onto his back and straddling his hips, putting his arms over his head in one swift motion.

“I caught you, you sneaky little cat,” said Jan, smilling triumphantly.

“Oh no! What am I going to do now?” replied Jure dramatically.

“Well, as you may know... Bad kittens deserve some punishment,” Jan smirked.

Jure's smile slowly faded away as the realization of what was about to happen kicked in. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” the guitarist declared as his hands began to roam all over the blond's body, tickling the places where he knew he was most sensitive, making him squirm under him, pleading for him to stop.

“I'll stop, I'll stop, I promise, please Janči, please stop it,” he managed to get out between giggles.

“You promise?”

“Yeah, yeah, I promise, please.”

“... Okay,” he said, finally stopping the tickling.

As Jure tried to recover from his "punishment", the younger spoke up again.

“Aren't you pretty like th-” he started, but was quickly interrupted by Jure, who rolled them on the spot once again and positioned himself between Jan's legs.

“Like what?” he smirked.

“Mmm... I think I like this too,” Jan said, wrapping his legs around Jure's waist and cupping his face between his hands gently. "My cute little kitten.”

“Meow,” purred Jure, making Jan chuckle again before closing the distance between them with a soft, tender kiss.