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Wine was staring at the luscious greenery to his left when Faifa planted a kiss on his cheek. He whipped his head around to find Faifa smiling at him. The kind of smile that made him weak in his knees. The kind of smile that made him want to hide Faifa from the world, not wanting anyone to see him. The kind of smile that made him want to smile back. So he did.
He smiled back, eyes crinkling.
"Ughhhh, stop it please." Gun groaned, next to Faifa, bringing both of them back to the reality of the cramped car, wobbling on its way up the hills.
Wine looked down at his lap, flushing while Faifa frowned, turning back towards Gun. "Maybe you should focus on your boyfriend, puppy instead of ogling at me and my guy?"
"Shut up, Ai' Fai. Don't you see, P'Arm is feeling sick as it is because of the journey, don't make him anymore sick with all your lovey dovey nonsense."
Faifa's voice raised, offended. "You didn't see me saying anything when you were hogging Yotha's lap a few minutes ago, did you? I saw it, I judged it, yes. But I didn't say a word! You think that didn't contribute at all to P'Arm feeling mountain sick? If he vomits, it's all on you."
Gun scoffed. "You've practically been leaning into Wine the whole time? If anything, you're the reason P'Arm is going to vomit."
Arm groaned, tightly clutching a small bag of smelling salt in his hand. "Can you guys stop saying the word 'vomit'?"
"Of course, P'Arm, sorry. It's just Gun is being an absolutely annoying piece of shi-"
"Ai' Faifa-" Yotha began.
Arm almost cried. "P'Arc, please make them stop."
Arc's voice boomed through the car. "Alright, stop it. What are you, a bunch of 5 year olds? You are disturbing the driver, who's just trying to do his job. Do you want us all to crash down the hill?"
That did the work of shutting down the loud voices in the car, but Wine heard Faifa mumbling near his ear about how it was unfair that they were sitting cramped because neither Yotha nor Gun would take the passenger seat in the 7-seater minivan that they had rented and he couldn't help but smile.
Arm and Arc had taken the middle row of seats, since Arm sometimes tended to get motion sickness during travels. Faifa and Wine had already climbed into the third and final row of seats, when Yotha and Gun announced that they were not separating because one of them sitting in the passenger seat would mean they couldn't hold hands and cuddle. Faifa had argued but the conversation had ultimately gone nowhere, ending up with four of them cramped in the last row of seats with an empty passenger seat. Wine had offered to take it but Faifa had refused, pulling Wine tightly to him.
"How long until we reach the cabin, uncle?" Wine asked the driver, even as Faifa's hand encircled his waist and he laid his head on Wine's shoulder.
"Around 10 more minutes. Hang on, this is the last hairpin curve."
Arm groaned once again and Wine really hoped that Arm could hold on because if the putrid smell of vomitus were to reach him, he was sure that he would end up vomiting too.
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They reached the wooden cabin that they had rented up in the mountain for the winter break within record time.
Arm pestered everyone to get out of the car immediately, before he took cover beside a bush to empty out his stomach contents as Arc ran to him, in concern.
The chill air hit Wine as soon as he got out of the car and he loved it. He turned just in time to see Faifa shiver a little. Faifa was the one with the less cold tolerance between the two of them. Wine smiled taking Faifa's hands in his. Faifa forgot his feeling of being cold momentarily and smiled back, smitten.
The journey may have not been the most pleasant, but Wine was determined to make the most out of this vacation with Faifa.
Yotha unlocked the main door to the cabin with the keys, and the wooden door creaked eerily as it inched away. Despite the natural light filtering in, the cabin seemed dark. Faifa immediately found the switchboard and turned the lights on. The place seemed well furnished, frankly, more than what Wine had expected it to be.
When the topic of a Perfect 10 Liners vacation came up two months ago, everybody seemed really enthusiastic about it. But as the days drew closer, Jet and Pun dropped out, citing separate plans of meeting each other's families, leaving the core six to make this trip alone. Arc had contacted Tawan, the oldest member of the group, who had provided them with keys to this cabin. Apparently, this was Tawan's boyfriend's cabin, so they were under strict instructions to not desecrate any flat or bouncy surface in this place. Wine doubted that was going to stop Arc. Or Yotha. Or Faifa. The last thought had him biting his bottom lip and turning red.
There were three rooms in the cabin, perfect for them. Arm seemed to be doing well, but the gang wanted him to rest for a while. They decided to just stay-in at the cabin today, cancelling the original hiking plans on the day's itinerary.
While everyone made themselves comfortable in their respective rooms, Wine wandered the house aimlessly. Tawan's boyfriend must have had the place recently dusted and cleaned because Wine couldn't find a single cobweb in any of the nook and corner of the cabin. He opened the door to a backyard, lined with sturdy fence.
Wine felt his eyes widen, a small smile tugging at the sides of his lips. Mountains stretched as far as the eye could see, veiled in a soft, misty haze. He took a few steps forward, when the cold wind blew past him, making him grin. Tawan was right, this really was a sight to see.
He gasped when arms enveloped him from the behind, but relaxed into the hold. "P'Faifa."
"What are you doing out here, all alone?" Faifa reprimanded, but there was no bite to his tone. He was actually whining. "What will I do if some wild animal decided to snatch my boyfriend away?" He buried his face inside the crook of Wine's neck, taking in his beautiful scent. "What will I do, hmm?"
Wine smiled. "P'Tawan said this place is relatively safe. That, not much wildlife sighting happens here."
"Not much doesn't mean No, Wine." Faifa whined more.
Wine laughed, turning in his arms. He kissed him, gentle. Few pecks in, he whispered. "Fine. Fine. You're here to protect me now, aren't you?"
Gun's snarky voice was heard from somewhere behind them. "He can't even protect himself."
"Puppy, that's it, you're dead." Faifa was already chasing him down, Gun's menacing giggles echoing through the house. Yotha and Wine took one look at each other and shook their heads in disbelief.
"Out here seems good right? We can build a tiny campfire later in the night here." Yotha nodded at him.
Wine nodded back. "Sounds good, P'Yotha."
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Later in the evening, Arm was feeling better too.
Everyone got to working, setting up a campfire in the backyard with the goods they carried with them, while others resorted to cooking for the evening.
Wine smiled, he was Switzerland today since he neither knew cooking, nor could help with the campfire. He resorted to helping out wherever needed, but no one asked much of him either since he was the youngest of them all. He sighed, thinking about how in a few months, he would no longer be the youngest and would lose all the baby treatment he was receiving right now to a new comer, who would be his mentee. Ah boy, he felt a headache coming on.
By the time the last streaks of light went out, the campfire was soaring and they were already feasting on delicious dinner, nursing tiny cups of alcohol. The chill bit hard, even through the thick layers they had all piled on. Faifa shivered, huddling closer to Wine as they sat around the sputtering campfire. Arc and Arm were locked in their own world of hushed giggles, while Yotha, meticulously added another log, Gun's arm slung casually around his waist.
"You're practically blue, P'Faifa." Wine chuckled, nudging him with his knee.
Faifa just grumbled, burying his chin deeper into his sweatshirt. "It's freezing, Wine. My toes are numb."
Wine hugged him, kissing warmth back into Faifa's lips.
The campfire crackled, painting the surrounding darkness with flickering orange light. They had somehow ended up playing a game of truth or dare as couples.
"Alright, final round!" Arm declared, his eyes glinting with mischief. "The last pair standing gets bragging rights and more importantly, gets to decide the punishment!"
Gun said, "Faifa, I dare you to….teach Wine that Tiktok dance challenge that you've been practicing, right here, right now!"
Faifa’s jaw dropped. "No way! That's absolutely ridiculous."
"And Wine." Gun continued, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You have to perform it with him, perfectly in sync or you both lose."
Wine groaned, shooting Faifa a look of betrayal. "P'Faifa, I can't dance to save my life. Wait. You can't either! Why were you dancing in front of P'Gun, in the first place?"
"For funsies, hehe?" Faifa protested, already feeling a blush creep up his neck.
Despite their confident but utterly uncoordinated efforts, the dance was a masterpiece of chaotic flailing and missed steps.
Yotha and Gun delved into uncontrollable laughter, while Arc and Arm applauded their attempt with amused smiles.
"That's it." Yotha announced, holding up his hands. "I'm afraid, you, my dear brother and you, my dear mentee and my brother's boyfriend….you have officially lost. Bad."
A cheer erupted from the other two couples. Faifa and Wine slumped in theatrical defeat.
"So, what’s the punishment?" Wine asked, eyeing the victorious duos nervously.
Gun leaned forward, his grin widening. "Since you two can't stop being disgustingly sweet, we've decided you’ll be enjoying the great outdoors….even more directly."
Arm dramatically pointed to a spot a little distance from their cabins, near the edge of the clearing. "Tonight, Faifa and Wine will be sleeping in the camping tent."
Despite knowing that the cabin had rooms, they had brought along portable camping tents. Right now, Wine couldn't fathom why.
Faifa's eyes widened. "What?! We're going to freeze to death."
"And eaten by a wild boar or something." Wine added, feigning horror, though a small smile betrayed his amusement.
Yotha winked. "Don't worry, Fai. We have extra blankets. Think of it as a romantic experience. A true exploration of your love under the stars!"
"Besides, it's not your first time in a camping tent, is it?" Arc shrugged. "Didn't seem like that the other day when you clearly couldn't keep your hands off each other and I was exposed to ungodly sounds that I have now erased from my brain."
Wine flushed, the memories of the day after the one time they had caught Faifa and Wine having sex in the tent. He had spent two weeks in hiding because of how badly he was teased by everyone.
As Faifa and Wine grumbled playfully, they started gathering their pillows and blankets. The others, still chuckling, helped them set up a sturdy tent.
Gun chimed in a good natured manner, just before returning to his room. "And if you hear any strange noises, it's probably just the wind....or P'Arc and P'Arm going at it."
"Just know that I'm going to let P'Tawan know that you guys had sex in his boyfriend's cabin." Faifa shouted at him. Wine could barely hold back his giggles.
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They settled into the tent, Faifa was shivering, despite wearing his sweatshirt and thermals with two of the heaviest blankets draped over him. Unlike Wine, a human heater, who was wearing a loose albeit thick t-shirt, lying absolutely unbothered next to him.
"Are you feeling cold, P'Faifa?" Wine's voice was a low murmur against his hair.
Faifa nodded, pressing his face into Wine's neck. "Freezing."
Wine chuckled, a warm rumble against Faifa's ear. He shifted, pulling the thick duvet higher, then wrapped his arms tighter around Faifa, spooning him closer. His hand found Faifa's cold fingers, intertwining them.
"Is this better?" Wine whispered, his breath warm on Faifa's scalp.
Faifa sighed, a long, contented sound. The chill hadn't vanished entirely, but the steady warmth of Wine's body, the comforting weight of his arm, and the soft rhythm of his breathing were slowly thawing him.
But as the night deepened, the nylon offered little resistance to the biting wind. Faifa lay awake, teeth chattering despite the layers of clothing. He could hear Wine's steady breathing beside him, a comforting rhythm that only highlighted his own discomfort.
He rolled over, nudging Wine's shoulder. "Wine." He whispered, his voice a pathetic whimper. "I'm so cold."
Wine stirred, his eyes blinking open in the dim light filtering through the tent flap. "Still?" He murmured, a hint of sleep in his voice.
"Yes." Faifa shivered dramatically. "Help me."
Wine chuckled, a soft, warm sound that made Faifa yearn for that warmth even more. "Demanding, aren't you?"
Faifa shook his head. "Just cold." He insisted, a hint of desperation in his tone. "Really, really cold."
Wine crawled even closer to Faifa, as if to merge them together. He took Faifa's palms and slid them under his own t-shirt, as Faifa's eyes widened at the velvety warmth of the skin under his chill hands. Wine placed his own warm palms under Faifa's sweatshirt, on his icy back. He huddled closer to Faifa's chest under the thick blankets and muttered. "Go to sleep, P'Faifa."
This time, Faifa did doze off but a huge gust of cold wind shook the tent, waking him up within after an hour or so. The campfire was close to dying out, outside the tent. Despite Wine being extremely close to him, he couldn't help but shiver. He kept shifting around, waking Wine up in the process.
"What happened?" Wine muttered groggily. Faifa felt bad that he was waking Wine up, more than once.
"Nothing, Wine. Go back to sleep." He muttered, but his shaky legs gave him away.
Wine woke up, scratching at his scalp. "You're still cold."
Faifa nodded, about to cry. Wine seemed deep in thoughts, before he shifted, raising his arms. Faifa stared at him, puzzled.
"Get in here." Wine gestured at his t-shirt.
Understanding the unspoken invitation, Faifa smiled but gently pulled Wine's oversized t-shirt up and over his own head. The fabric was soft against his face as he navigated the space between them.
Their torsos met, Faifa's chest pressing against Wine's, separated only by the fabric of Faifa's own shirt. Wine's skin was wonderfully warm, a stark contrast to the icy air outside. He sighed in content, a wave of relief washing over him as the warmth spread to his bones.
He was careful not to put his full weight on Wine, shifting slightly so that he was lying atop him, his head tucked comfortably into the crook of Wine's neck, but distributing his equally bigger physique so as not to crush him.
Wine's arm went back inside Faifa's shirt, wrapping securely around his waist, pulling him even closer. Faifa could feel the steady beat of Wine's heart against his own.
The immediate contact was like a shock of pure heat. Faifa gasped, a pleased sigh escaping him as Wine's warmth seeped into his chilled skin. It was awkward. A little silly, but wonderfully effective.
"Better?" Wine whispered, his voice sleepy.
Faifa just hummed, burrowing deeper, his arms instinctively wrapping around Wine's waist, holding him close. The cold no longer seemed to matter. All that existed was the cocoon of warmth, the shared breath, and the comforting presence of Wine, who always knew how to keep the cold out of his life, literally and figuratively. Outside, the wind still howled but inside their makeshift haven, Faifa finally felt completely safe.
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The first rays of morning sun pierced through the cabin's windows, waking Arc and Arm up. They decided to go find Faifa and Wine, and walked into the most adorable sight, Faifa and Wine entangled in endearing embrace. Faifa was still nestled within Wine's oversized t-shirt, their bodies a single cozy unit under the mountain of blankets.
Arm's eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face as he fumbled for his phone. The camera shutter sound was barely audible over the soft snores. Pictures after Pictures, Arm captured the delightful sight of his friends, a warm, fuzzy huddle of boyfriends.
"This is really fun blackmail material." Arc whispered, crossing his arms.
Their hushed voices, however, was enough to wake up the sleepy pair. Faifa, oblivious to the action of Arm, groaned, burrowing himself deeper into Wine's chest. Wine, however, felt a little more aware. His eyes fluttered open, blinking slowly before focusing on the two faces above them.
"Morning, lovebirds!" Arm chirped, clearly entertained.
Faifa’s eyes shot open. He immediately registered the camera in Arm's hand and the cheeky grin on his face.
"P'Arm! P'Arc!" He exclaimed, his voice thick with sleep. "What are you doing?"
Wine, realizing the situation, let out a sleepy groan that changed into a mortified whimper. He tried to pull away, but Faifa, still beneath his t-shirt, was a surprisingly heavy anchor. They squirmed, trying to get away from each other.
"Look at them!" Arm swooned, snapping another photo. "It's like they're in a cocoon."
"A very snug cocoon." Arc added. "Are you two permanently fused now?"
Wine pushed at Faifa, trying to create space, but his t-shirt which stretched to its limit, only trapped them further. Faifa’s own sweatshirt was rucked up. They were like two clumsy kittens trying to untangle themselves from a ball of yarn.
"We're stuck." Wine protested, he was flustered. "Get off me, P'Faifa. They're taking pictures!"
Faifa, equally embarrassed, pushed back. "I'm trying."
Gun and Yotha, now awake, stumbled out of the cabin, rubbing sleep from their eyes. They took in the scene of Faifa and Wine flailing as Arc and Arm cackled and immediately burst into laughter.
"Oh, this is hilarious!" Gun guffawed, pulling out his own phone.
"No, Gun, don't you dare!" Faifa yelled, his face bright red.
But it was too late. Gun snapped a quick photo, then another. Seeing Faifa’s determined glare, Gun bolted for the cabin door, his phone firmly clutched in his hand.
"Get back here, you bitch!" Faifa roared, scrambling out of Wine’s t-shirt with a final, desperate tug. He untangled himself and launched into a pursuit, chasing after a laughing Gun back into the cabin. Yotha and Arc followed suit.
Wine, now fully untangled and slightly disheveled, yawned widely, stretching his arms above his head. He met Arm's playful eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched Wine.
Wine's stretch faltered. He flushed, a slow burn rising up his neck to his cheeks. He quickly pulled his oversized t-shirt straight, feeling exposed even though he was absolutely decent.
"What?" He mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant.
Arm just chuckled. He walked over, gently patting Wine over his head.
"Nothing, Wine." He said, his smile widening. "Just enjoying the view. Looks like you two had a very….warm night."
With a final, teasing wink, Arm turned and strolled back to the cabin, leaving Wine to stew in his embarrassment.
The lingering warmth in his chest suddenly had nothing to do with the cold.