*Partially inspired by Robbie Daymond (Prompto's US voice actor) singing on livestream.

The first thing Noctis did after they arrived at the Quay was make a B-line to the dock and get some fishing in before the crowd started to disturb the water and scare away all the fish. He sat on the edge of the dock and poked through his tackle box for the appropriate lure.

Glancing up he noticed the Glaive, Crowe, in her swimsuit, making herself comfortable in the patch of sand near the dock. The idea was that the three Glaives would keep an eye on him in rotation in civilian attire. Like they were just part of their group and having a good time. Not three highly skilled bodyguards hawking over the future King of Lucis. Noctis looked around for Libertus and Pelna. He couldn't find them right away, but he was sure they were nearby.

He returned to his tackle box and frowned. He really should have organized it before putting it away for winter. The bobbers were mixed with the sinkers and there was line tangled in all of it. What a mess.

Footfalls against the dock behind him alerted him to Prompto's approach. He'd know that stride anywhere. "Hey Noct, you want some sunblock?"

The prince shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. There's only a few hours of daylight left anyway." He looked up and saw that Prompto was already putting some on his arms and torso.

"Well… Yeah, but its only like three in the afternoon. We haven't been out in the sun for months. I'm no redhead, but I know I'll burst into flames if I don't have protection." The blonde emphasized the point by applying a decent gob of the SPF across the bridge of his nose.

Noctis noticed Prompto having a difficult time getting some beyond his shoulders. "You want help?"

Prompto paused for a moment before holding out the tube to him. Noctis took it and squeezed some on his hands. His friend flinched when his fingers made contact with his back. His hands must be cold. He smeared the lotion across his friends back, noticing that he'd filled out a bit since the last time he'd seen him shirtless. Prompto had mentioned working out more since Gladio kept calling him scrawny. Whatever he was doing it seemed to be working. Noctis rubbed a little harder and the sunblock finally started to soak in. "Six, man. What is this SPF two hundred?"

"One fifty. I told you man, I burn easy." Prompto said, turning his head toward the tackle box. He pulled out a yellow feathered lure and laughed. "Dude, is this thing a Chocobo?"

Noctis rubbed the remaining sunblock off his hands onto his swim trunks. "Yeah. It actually works really well on fish around here. You wanna try and catch something?"

Prompto chuckled. "Are you serious? I couldn't catch a cold."

Summoning is rod from the ether Noctis was thankful the line on it hadn't tangled. He bent down and tied on the Chocobo lure before holding the rod out to his friend. "Go on. Worst thing you can possibly do is owe me some line and a new lure."

Prompto took it and walked to the edge of the dock. He fumbled with the reel for a minute before winding up and whipping the rod forward. The lure plopped in the water a few feet in front of him. "Awww, man."

Noct chuckled. "Try again."

Prompto reeled in a bit, wound up, and dropped the lure backwards onto the dock. He reeled it in again, trying not to snag it on the wood. "Heh, told you I'm no good at this."

Noctis walked up to him and put his hand over Prompto's near the reel. "Don't feel bad. It took me a while to get good at it. It's all about when you release and at what angle. Here…" he wrapped his arm around his friend and put his left hand over Prompto's.

"N-Noct?" Prompto stuttered out. "What are you…?"

He ended up pressing his chest to Prompto's back, part of him hoped the sunblock didn't rub off and give him a bizarre tan line. He spoke just over his friends left shoulder. "Now, you put your finger over the line here and flip this part over to release the tension. Pull back, and release about two-thirds the way through the arc. Ready?" Prompto nodded, but he was super tense. He wiggled his friend from side to side playfully. "C'mon man. Loosen up. You can't cast if you're all stiff."

"Noct, I um… about that…"

He pulled the reel back, "You just swish, and flick." The lure sailed off a good distance and plopped into the water. Noctis smiled and set the line. "See? You just need to get the hang of- whoa!" There was a huge splash at the end of the line as the rod nearly bent in half.

"Noct! Six, what did we snag?" Prompto lurched forward toward the docks edge. Noct tightened his grip around him and dug his heels into the boards beneath their feet.

Noct saw the line going to the right so he moved the rod that way. When it paused for a moment he reeled. "Hey, Buddy it looks like you're gonna catch a beast for your first fish!"

Prompto laughed, excited. "I wish I had my camera on me. This would be a great-" his words were cut short as the line went taught again and yanked the two of them off the dock and into the water with a splash.

The line snapped before Noctis had a chance to get a better grip on the rod. He stood up and helped his friend to his feet in the waist deep water. "Well, at least the water's warm." He turned to his wet friend and banished his fishing rod. Prompto's hair was soaked and plastered to the side of his face in a way that made Noct laugh. "You look like a drowned Chocobo."

A haughty smile crept to Prompto's lips as he splashed Noct.

Noctis splashed back. Prompto did the same, and soon they had been reduced to fits of laughter as one tried to out soak the other.

Crowe lowered her sunglasses at the scene and chuckled to herself. "There's our future king. Six save us."

A few hours later the day grew cool and the pair found themselves in a corner of the lido deck under the watchful gaze of Libertus from the bar. Noctis finished his beer and stood up, picking up Prompto's empty bottle too. "I'm going to try and get another drink. You want one?"

Prompto's gaze tore away from the group singing karaoke on the other side of the room. "Yeah sure. You think Libertus would let us get some shots?"

"Doubt it."

"You know you could probably just order him to let you have as much as you want… technically."

Noctis considered this. "I don't think so. He's under orders from dad to keep us out of trouble and I'm sure that is code for 'don't let them get too drunk and ridiculous'."

Prompto pouted. "But that's the whole point of Spring Break. Getting smashed, making an ass of yourself, and doing things you might regret in the morning."

"I know, right?" Noctis said. "By the way, you left your camera in the tent right? I'd rather not have evidence if I do manage to get hammered."

Prompto nodded. "It's in my bag."

"Good. I'll see if I can snag us another drink." He turned to the bar while Prompto's attention veered back to the twenty-somethings already wrecked and singing Journey off key.

Passing the Glaive at the bar he handed the empty bottles to the bar back. "Don't suppose we're allowed to order some shots," Noctis asked.

"I don't think your father would appreciate that." Libertus said, taking a small sip of his own beer. "Besides, you just turned eighteen last summer, how much liquor could you possibly hold?"

"Only one way to find out."

The Glaive shook his head. "No way kid. I'm not holding your hair back while you vomit. Pretty sure that's outside my job description. You started with beer, stick to beer. It's not a great idea to mix anyway."

Noctis sulked. "Fine." He turned to the bartender and said something. A moment later Libertus watched as the bartender placed two amber filled pitchers on the bar. Noctis picked them up and winked at his guard. "I think this should tide us over for the next hour."

Libertus grumbled something as the Prince walked over and deposited the pitchers on the table. Prompto's eyes lit up when he saw it. "Score!" He poured himself a cup. "Hey, Noct you wanna try some karaoke?"

Noctis shook his head. "There isn't enough alcohol in the world to get me up there, but you go ahead."

Prompto downed half his first beer and burped. "Let me just get some liquid courage in me and you got it."

A pitcher of beer later Prompto was walking up to the small stage and picking a song from the queue. Noctis' head was swimming pleasantly as he poured himself the last of his beer. A guitar riff started over the speakers and Noctis looked up at his friend. His face was already crimson and Noct wasn't sure if it was from his nerves or the alcohol. Probably both.

Prompto cleared his voice and held the microphone to his lips.

"Tell me what you really like
Baby I can take my time
We don't ever have to fight
Just take it step-by-step
I can see it in your eyes
'Cause they never tell me lies
I can feel that body shake
And the heat between your legs."

Noctis blinked and double checked that it was actually Prompto on stage. A few lightly slurred words aside, Prompto had a surprisingly good singer. Several of the patrons, in various stages between drunk and sober, started to clap along with his song.

"You've been scared of love and what it did to you
You don't have to run, I know what you've been through
Just a simple touch and it can set you free
We don't have to rush when you're alone with me

I feel it coming, I feel it coming, babe
I feel it coming, I feel it coming, babe
I feel it coming, I feel it coming, babe
I feel it coming, I feel it coming, babe."

The song repeated the verse and chorus with a pleasant beet. Noctis was too far into his cups to really pay attention to the lyrics, but he was enjoying it. When Prompto finished singing the audience applauded as he took a light bow and hopped off stage. Noctis noticed a curvaceous brunette woman eye Prompto as he passed her. Prompto's face was still red as he sat down on the couch next to Noct. "Oh em gee, I can't believe I made it through a whole song."

Noctis feigned a star struck expression. "Goodness, and here I am, a lowly prince sitting next to a future pop star. Can I get an autograph?" He pulled his tank top up exposing his chest like a drunken fan-girl. To his surprise, Prompto grabbed a pen off a nearby tables check tray scrawled P. Argentum in big swoopy letters with a heart at the end right across Noct's left peck. He winced a bit, despite the alcohol in his system. "Gentle man. I'm still tender."

Prompto made a haughty face. "Well I did suggest you wear sunblock. I could kiss it and make it better if you want."

Noctis laughed. "Sure." Before the words had even exited his mouth his friends cool lips were against the hot skin of his chest. His eyes went wide, but was over as soon as it started. His friend lifted his head and looked up at him for a long moment before letting out an embarrassed laugh.

"Heh, sorry Noct. I'm drunk." Prompto leaned back on the chair and turned his gaze away awkwardly.

Noctis was still holding his shirt up wide eyed. He hadn't expected Prompto to actually do it and now, for some reason, his skin was even hotter on top of the sunburn. Clearing his throat, he lowered his shirt and glanced at the bar. Thankfully Libertus' gaze was scanning the boardwalk toward the Lido deck instead of on them. Good. The last thing he needed was the Glaive making fun of the awkward moment.

A cocktail waitress came by and scooped up the empty pitchers. "Can I get y'all anything else?" She asked.

"Some water for me, please," said Prompto. "I think I've reached my limit."

Noctis noticed that Libertus was still scanning the crowd, so he took the opportunity when he had it. "Could I get a double shot of tequila and some lime please?"

The cocktail waitress smiled sweetly. "Sure thing, Sugar."

When she departed Prompto looked at him. "You sure about that, Noct? Libertus said…"

"I know what he said, but I never get to let loose back in Insomnia. Let alone drunk. Besides I have you and three Glaives keeping an eye on me. What's the worst that could happen?"

An hour later Prompto had Noct's arm slung over his shoulders as he led him back to the tent at the haven. Libertus was a few strides behind them and Prompto could already see the other two Glaives sitting around the campfire ahead. "Evening," said Crowe before glancing at the time her phone. "Or should I say 'morning'?"

Pelna stood up from his Coleman chair and helped Prompto and Noctis over the ridge of the haven. "Did his Highness have a little too much fun?" the Glaive asked.

"Heh, a little." Prompto laughed weakly. "I have some water in the tent. I'll take care of him. Thanks for the help."

"We back already?" Noct slurred as Prompto unzipped the tent and guided him in.

"Yeah, Buddy. In you go."

Libertus grumbled something about not cleaning up puke in the morning before saying goodnight to the other Glaives and crawling into the second tent. Crowe wasn't far behind him. "You got watch Pelna?" she asked.

He waved her off just as Prompto crawled into his tent too. "Night guys," Prompto said before zipping the tent up behind him. Noctis was already sprawled across his bedroll and was feebly trying to kick his sneakers off. Prompto undid the laces and pulled his shoes off before doing the same to his own. He found one of the water bottles in the tent and unscrewed the cap before tapping the side of his friend's face. "Noct… *tap* hey. Drink some water before you pass out."

The prince propped himself up on an elbow and took the bottle. He chugged it before tossing the empty bottle aside and flopping back down on his mat. "Prom," he slurred, "you take such good care of me." He reached out and tapped Prompto's thigh, letting his hand linger there. "Y'er a good singer too. There was a girl in the crowd checking you out. Did you see?"

Prompto hadn't noticed her. "Sorry. Must have missed it." Right now he couldn't care less. He was sprawled out next to his best friend/crush with his hand on his thigh. He bit his lip and scooted closer so their noses were only a few inches apart. Noct's eyes were fluttering in between sleep.

"You shoulda got her number…was pretty… probably made out…something." Noct was rambling at this point. Prompto could feel his breath against his face.

"She's not my type," he said quietly. Their noses touched and every fiber of Prompto's being wanted to lean forward and close the distance. Even with the pitcher of beer in his system there was still enough sense left in him to pull away. When he scooted back he realized that Noctis was now completely passed out and snoring lightly.

Prompto sat up and pulled his shirt and shorts off before crawling into his sleeping bag. He tried to close his eyes, but the feeling of Noctis sunburn skin under his lips was still fresh in his mind. The hard on he'd sprouted an hour ago had still not abated much to his chagrin. He wasn't going to get to sleep like this, even with a buzz on.

Glancing over to his friend he made absolutely sure he was sleeping, reaching over and poking him in on the forehead for good measure. Once he was certain Noctis wouldn't wake up any time soon he let his hand slip beneath the cover of the sleeping bag and slide his boxers down. It really was sad how worked up he was by one quick, joking, kiss. He closed his eyes and remembered how Noct felt under his lips for an instant. How he smelled. How he pictured Noctis would taste glazed with sweat and gasping beneath him as he slid his tongue along his skin. How he would sound saying his name breathlessly as he moved in him…or how Noct would move in him. When his imagination pulled back to view sweat dampened hair, swollen lips, and blown out pupils Prompto tipped over the edge in nearly record time.

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face in the cool air of the tent as he glanced over again to make sure Noctis hadn't woken up. As per usual his friend slept like the dead, his breath still even and his face the picture of blissful drunken unconsciousness. Prompto reached out and found his shirt, cleaning himself up before stuffing it to the foot of his sleeping back to be cleaned up later.

Finally, Prompto closed his eyes and let himself drift off to a deep sleep riddled with the kisses and breathless words of the raven-haired prince sleeping next to him.