A/N: Companion piece to Chapter 22 of This Time We're Not Pretending. Basically, GE & YJ have gone on a couples camping trip with JD & JP. Thanks to ms. margie for the camping prompt.

If you had a stressful Monday, I hope this helps ;)

Tags: Oral Sex (GE on top of YJ), Vaginal Sex (GE, again, on top of YJ), Semi-Public Sex (like, not really, but there's a chance they could get caught)

It had been Jun Pyo's idea—the couples' camping double date between Jun Pyo, Jan Di, Ga Eul, and Yi Jeong. The first day of their long camping weekend had been pleasant enough, and on Saturday morning the four of them went hiking. But by mid-afternoon it had begun raining. A light drizzle at first. Then the tranquil blue-grey sky morphed into a grumbling, growling storm as night fell.

"I want to go to a hotel and take a hot bath and wrap up in a warm blanket on a soft, comfortable bed," Ga Eul mumbled as she lay on her side facing Yi Jeong in their tent that evening, wind and rain whipping the tent from all sides.

"Don't forget the fireplace."

"Oooh, and a hot tub."

"And heated bathroom floors."

"Bathroom floors? See. This is all your fault. You're turning me into a princess."

"Why? Because I take you to places that have running water and electricity?" he whispered.

"I'm cold," she whispered back. In their extra large sleeping bag built for two people, she and Yi Jeong were snuggled together for warmth, but it didn't help much with the drop in temperature that had descended upon their camp at nightfall. The rain only made it worse.

At least they'd be leaving the next day.

"I can think of a couple of things we can do to warm up." Yi Jeong's lips brushed against her forehead as he spoke. He had one leg strewn over her waist, holding her in place while she lay parallel to his body, her right hand toying with his hair.

"But they're right there." Ga Eul pointed in the direction of Jun Pyo and Jan Di's tent though she knew he couldn't see it in the dark. "What if they hear us?"

"If they were awake right now, we would be hearing them."

He had a point.

Memories of Jun Pyo's voice—he had thought he was talking quietly—keeping Ga Eul awake the previous evening flitted through her head.

"Besides, isn't fucking a basic survival instinct? Kind of fits the theme of the weekend, don't you think?"

She heard the smirk in his voice.

"Well, that's true, but...all right, fine." She sighed. "Might as well do something fun."

"Well, don't sound so excited."

"Lay on your back," she commanded.

"Hmm, that's better," Yi Jeong whispered, obeying her instructions. "Keep demanding things like that."

"Be careful what you wish for, Sunbae."

Ga Eul rolled on top of him and propped herself up on her forearms. Her sweatpants bunched up at the waist with the effort; she felt particularly unsexy in this environment but cuddling with him had made her a bit horny.

Besides, they couldn't see each other in the dark, and she was not about to turn on one of the lantern flashlights they'd brought with them. Their companions would definitely wake up then and see the nude silhouette of her riding Yi Jeong.

Yeah, that would be her luck.

Hopefully, the pelting rain would effectively drown out any obscene noises.

"Um, I'm cold, so I'm going to keep this sweatshirt on," she whispered in Yi Jeong's ear.

"You think I'm going to take mine off? My whole body's an ice cube."

"I guess we'll have to get naked in other places then." She planted a kiss on his earlobe, then drew her tongue around the underside of his ear.

Turning his head to the side under her ministrations, Yi Jeong reached for the hem of her sweatshirt and slipped his hand underneath it. His cold fingertips grazed her stomach. "By the way," he whispered, "I thought it was sexy when you caught all those fish." He slid his fingers up her stomach and encircled the underside of her breast.

"Jun Pyo Sunbae is kind of funny when he's furious."

Yi Jeong chuckled softly. He squeezed the soft mound of Ga Eul's breast but took his hand away when she started shimmying out of her sweatpants, discarding her panties as she went.

Yi Jeong followed suit, both of their pants and underwear collecting at the bottom of the sleeping bag. Reaching down into its quilted depths, she pulled the clothes out and tossed them into a corner of the tent. Then she settled herself on top of him, pressing her bare pussy to his equally bare cock.

"Mmmm," Yi Jeong moaned immediately, grabbing her butt.

"Shhhh," Ga Eul shushed him, leaning over his ear. "Quiet remember?" She found the right position for her clit to rub against his length and began rocking back and forth as she sunk her mouth into his neck, his stubble scratching her cheek.

She giggled quietly.

"What?" he asked.

Sitting up a bit, she rubbed her thumb over the stubble on his chin.

"I just realized I've never seen you where you weren't completely clean shaven."

"Is it bothering you?"

She shook her head.

"Oh no, I think it's sexy." Leaning back in, she began sucking on his neck again while one of his hands latched onto her right breast, the other sliding down her back to tease the crack between her hips.

She rolled her clit against his member. He pinched her nipple. Dipped his fingertip just inside her asshole. Not enough to really stretch it but enough to give a pleasurable sensation.

Darting her tongue out, she licked his earlobe, then full-on sucked at it, and he squirmed predictably but kept quiet, his fingers digging into her hip saying all the things his mouth couldn't say.

Ga Eul grew wetter and wetter with every jolt of his legs that pushed his cock against her aching core. Slipping her hand under his sweatshirt, she played with his nipples as she lapped at one ear, then the other. After a few minutes of her sufficiently driving both of them crazy, he mumbled, "I want to taste you."

"Sunbae, I haven't taken a proper shower in two days." Ga Eul tried not to think about how much she wanted his mouth between her thighs as she sat upright and rubbed her dripping mound on his long, hard cock. Already, the promise of having him inside her aching cunt was making her salivate.

"I don't care. Please." He stroked her hips, dipping down into the crevice of her thighs. "Please."

Sliding his hand between their bodies, he pressed his thumb to her clit.

His cold, cold thumb.

If it had been an ice cube, she could have melted it with the heat in her core.

He pressed harder and flicked her angry nub, reminding her of what he could do with his skilled tongue.

"Well," she rasped, "if you insist."

"I insist," he whispered.

He removed his hand so she could climb over his chest and out of the sleeping bag.

Goosebumps rose on her legs as she exposed herself to the cold air. She might have—half-teasingly—voiced her irritation at being the only one forced out of the tepid warmth the sleeping bag offered, but then she felt his tongue swipe at her pussy before she could settle on top of him properly. His facial hair brushed her sensitive flesh as she lowered herself onto his mouth, and though she expected it to be rough and unpleasant, the coarse hair actually added another layer of teasing to the experience. His hot mouth contrasted nicely with the frigid air, and all thoughts of diving back into the sleeping bag abandoned her as she melted into his ministrations. He inhaled her, his hands gripping so hard at her hips he was sure to leave marks.

Not that she minded his enthusiasm. Her juices dripped into his mouth as he lapped at her cunt. He dug his tongue deep into her center and sucked her clit. A constant suctioning that made her throb wildly with need.

As pleasure coursed through her abdomen, he gave a particular hard suck that resulted in a loud squelch. She instantly stiffened, though the sound did nothing to quell Yi Jeong's appetite, and he continued to hungrily eat her out.

Maybe they should stop this, she thought.

What if the rain didn't cover the sound after all?

Then again, she thought, as her hips began rotating of their own accord and her hands dug into Yi Jeong's hair, it was kind of thrilling. The danger of being caught.

In fact, it made her a little more turned on.

Oh, god. What had Yi Jeong done to her?

Breathing shakily, she relaxed into his mouth once more, robbing all the pleasure she wanted from his tongue and lips and hands.

He swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit, and she grinded into him harder, faster. His nails dug into the flesh of her thighs, leaving half-moon imprints. Her body tingled with anticipation. The constant movement made her too warm for her sweatshirt, and she tore it off, flinging it in the corner of the tent. The cold air was the least of her concerns.

She felt so close to cumming, but she didn't want to cum just yet.

Forcing herself to be strong, she lifted off of his face. He gasped at the loss of her, and she imagined her juices coating his chin.

Ga Eul crawled back into the sleeping bag and unzipped it so that she could sit straight up on top of Yi Jeong. In the absence of lube, she spit in her hand and slicked down his dick with her saliva. She was already so wet and horny that she wouldn't need much help fitting him inside her.

Not waiting another moment, she pushed her soaked cunt onto his thick member, swallowing him deep. She rocked herself up and down, enjoying the power she wielded over him as her slick pussy glided over his rigid cock. She loved the way he clutched her breasts and thrust up into her greedily as she set a steady pace. Her breasts bobbed up and down, the points of her nipples hard as he flicked them with his fingertips. He was so hot, twitching within her, and she wanted him to fill her up, beyond grateful to be on birth control. Bringing his index finger to the meeting of her pussy and his cock, she pressed the digit to her clit. He got the message and began rubbing her clit in time to her thrusts. Bending over him, she breathed hot air on his earlobe and put the full force of her body into riding his dick.

He tugged at the roots of her hair.

She kissed his mouth.

His finger circled her nub and hit just the right spot. She tipped over the edge, falling apart in a convulsing gasp, her whole body shuddering with the impact.

Her soaked cunt gripped his stiff cock as she continued to ride him through her orgasm, and he took a sharp breath. She didn't have to wait long before his cock jerked inside her and shot out its thick cream, pulse by pulse. Gathering her in his arms, he pressed her to his chest as he unloaded himself and buried his face in her hair, muffling the moan that escaped his lips.

It had stopped raining.

Cool night air seeped through the cracks in their sleeping bag and ghosted over Ga Eul's neck as she pressed her bare back against Yi Jeong's naked chest, enjoying the warmth of him curling around her. Both of their bodies were damp with perspiration and sticky with other fluids; a trickle of his cum dripped from her cunt and onto her thighs from where he had pulled out, leaking. Joining their fingers together, she closed her eyes and tried to be aware of every point where their bodies touched. Back to chest, toes to toes. They'd cocooned themselves in a blanket that forced them as close together as humanly possible, their limbs intertwined like a pretzel.

Yi Jeong made an odd sound—pained or pleasured, she couldn't tell—and she whispered, "What?"

"Nothing, it's just...you have this thing where you rub your butt against my cock. It's so slight that I don't know if you realize you're doing it, but you do it constantly."

"Oh, sorry." Ga Eul stilled her twitching nerves.

"Don't be sorry." He tightened his hold on her. "But if you get me hard a second time, you have to ride me again."

Ga Eul smiled and brought his hand up her mouth to kiss his knuckles, then his fingers. She could taste herself on them.

"Or we can keep cuddling," she whispered, "and you can pull your cock between my legs and stick it in."

She stuck his index finger deep in her mouth and slowly pulled it out between her lips.

"That does seem more energy efficient."

"And heat efficient."

"But Ga Eul-yang."

"Hmm?"

"Next time, let's go to that cabin with the wine. Alone."

Taking his fingers away from her mouth, she pressed his hand to her breast instead. He cupped her mound and began a delicate massage.

"You may have a point, Sunbae," she answered, closing her eyes. His fingertips kneaded the soft thickness of her breast.

Miraculously, Jan Di and Jun Pyo hadn't woken up.

Not that she was in a mood to care if they had, in her snug and satisfied state.

A few minutes later, Yi Jeong's fingers stopped moving. His chest rose and fell shallowly against her back. Certain he had drifted off, she shifted her head to a more comfortable position on their shared pillow and, within moments, descended into sleep as well.