Summary: Noctis and Prompto are up to some mischief in Galdin Quay.
(Romance, Humour, Kissing, Established Relationship)

The early hours of the morning were turning out to be Noctis' favourite time of day. He loved the way the sky looked between two and four o'clock, the way the black sky was dotted with millions of sparkling stars, and the pinkish-purple clouds that drifted slowly over them, constantly hiding one cluster of stars while revealing another. He loved the way the ocean sounded against the silence. There were no voices, vehicles, nor general commotion that would normally drown out the pure sound of the waves. More than anything, he loved that he got to spend this beautiful time with someone equally alluring.

Galdin Quay was no exception to the planet's beauty during these early hours; in fact, it was the most stunning place Noctis had ever seen. Its perfect aqua-blue waters, palm trees, and white sands were like nothing the boys from Insomnia had ever witnessed. During the day, Noctis would never complain about taking the time to fish here, and Prompto was happy snapping pictures of the lit boardwalk and resort hut—anything in Galdin Quay made for a perfect picture, really. But when it got dark, when those wee hours of the morning hit and the resort shut down for the night, that was when Prompto and Noctis had the breathtaking atmosphere all to themselves.

Sometimes they sat on one of the docks, or along the boardwalk, and talked. Other times they would lie on the sand and watch the sky, hands entwined. Tonight, however, as they strolled along the beach, they found something that fit perfectly with their more mischievous moods. On the far side of the fishing hut—thankfully, out of sight from their trailer where Gladio and Ignis were still sleeping—they discovered three painted wooden canoes, each a different color, lined up along the sand.

"Dude, those weren't there before!" Prompto marvelled. Noctis met his eyes with a sly grin, and the next thing they knew, they were clambering into one, and tossing their jackets onto the sand.

Minutes passed quickly, Prompto lying on his back and Noctis hovering over him, giving and indulging in an incalculable amount of kisses. In times like these, Noctis didn't need to look up at the beautiful black sky; he had his own personal constellations right in front of him, found in the freckles scattered across his best friend's flushing cheeks. The mere thought had Noctis brushing his lips over those freckles, just to give them some well-deserved attention. Prompto let out that genuine chuckle of his.

"Quit tickling!"

"Nah, that's no fun," Noctis murmured, voice melodic, his mouth turned up into a smile as it grazed Prompto's skin. His lips kissed their way down Prompto's face and jaw, then travelled to his neck where he suckled gently, his black hair falling forward against pale skin as he did.

"Noooct," Prompto whined. "I said, quit tickling!"

"And I said, that's no fun," Noctis smirked, but Prompto knew how to get his sweet revenge.

Galdin Quay really had taught him a lot. Watching Noctis try and get a massage told Prompto everything he needed to know when it came to making his friend squirm. Mercilessly, Prompto's hands slid from their position on Noct's shoulders to his sides. He felt Noctis tense instantly.

"What are you doing?" The prince asked against Prompto's neck, but as Prompto's fingers curled into his sides, he let out a noise that was far higher in pitch than his usual register as his body contorted in protest.

"Who says revenge isn't worth it?" Prompto laughed, eyes closing in genuine happiness, head rolling back against one of the wooden seats. It couldn't have been comfortable, but the boy didn't seem to mind. Noctis couldn't help but smile at him, especially now that his attack was over, and his hands were resting loosely on Noctis' waist.

When Prompto's eyes fluttered back open, their gazes met, two shades of blue intermingling in the moonlight. Both young men wore soft smiles, smiles that silently spoke the words that didn't need to be said; they were simply understood. Noctis reached for Prompto's bangs—which had been slightly mussed in the midst of their kissing—and smoothed them out gently with his fingers, feeling Prompto lean into his touch as he did. The board creaked underneath his head, reminding Noctis again of how uncomfortable it must have been.

"Here. Let's switch for a bit," he offered, easing a hand under his friend's back to swap their positions. They started to roll, but panicked as the canoe seemed to sway with them.

"Whoa!" Prompto's exclamation was followed by his and Noctis' laughter. They couldn't help it; the closeness was making them giddy. They remained still until the rocky canoe settled upright again, then they manoeuvred the rest of the way. Prompto sat up for a minute to stretch his arms, and that was when he realized their predicament. His eyes popped wide open at the sight of their surroundings.

"Um, Noct?" He chuckled nervously. "Any idea when we left shore?"

"What?!" Noctis bolted up, too, staring dumbfounded at the black water that surrounded them, then gazed back at the shore which was at least a good ten feet away.

"Are you kidding me?" the prince groaned. Prompto laughed again, this time more amused than perturbed.

"It's 'cause you fidget so much, dude. You probably pushed us right off the sand."

"It's your fault. You make me... fidget," Noctis grumbled.

"I'm alright with that," Prompto smirked, and Noct rolled his eyes at Prompto's seductive brow-raising. "Seriously, though, how are we going to make it back?"

"Well," the prince sighed. "I guess it's either swim or paddle."

"You wanna know my vote?"

Despite opting for paddling their way back to shore, things didn't go as planned. Their arms quickly grew tired as they pushed through the lukewarm waters, and their lack of coordination led to the canoe rocking precariously from one side to the other. Eventually, they gave up and hopped overboard, swimming and laughing hysterically as they dragged the canoe along with them. It didn't seem like all that long until they reached their destination, and collapsed on the sand, exhausted, but still grinning like idiots.

Prompto crawled toward Noctis, and cuddled up against his side. Noctis pulled him in close with a tired arm, and Prompto's head fell in against his shoulder.

"Make sure that thing doesn't budge ever again!" Prompto heaved an exaggerated sigh, eyes darting back toward the evil canoe that was thankfully back in line with the others.

"Yeah, that was fun, but... Maybe we should stick to making out in beds from now on," Noctis agreed, releasing a contented hum against Prompto's hair. Prompto felt a warmth in his heart from the closeness.

"Or at least things that don't move. The ground, walls, that sort of thing," he smiled.

"The ground, huh?" Noctis mused, and Prompto raised his head off his shoulder to meet his inviting—not to mention devious—expression. Prompto laughed, the sound sending comfort straight into Noctis' veins.

"Think we should try it out?"

"Might not be a bad idea. You know, just so we know for next time," Noctis shrugged, lips twisted into an upward curve. Prompto smiled along with him.

"Yeah, of course," he winked as he leaned in. "For next time."

Prompto's lips crashed like the waves behind them as they met with Noctis', filled with the same sort of natural energy as the ocean; Prompto truly believed that he and Noctis were meant to be together, that they were drawn to each other, just like the pull of the tides. Noctis breathed in deeply through his nose, smelling the mix of Prompto's shampoo and sea salt, and committing it to memory. He could have stayed like that forever, with Prompto's arm draped across his chest, Prompt's hand lying in the sand on the far side of his head, keeping him still—most importantly, keeping him safe.

When they finally retreated to the trailer for some much needed sleep, they were met with not one pair of angry eyes, but two. Prompto's heart plummeted at the sight of Ignis standing in the doorway with his arms folded, and Gladio taking up an almost identical position behind him. Well, this is it. Nice knowing ya, Noct. Guess they'll be shipping me back to Insomnia now, Prompto thought nervously to himself, but Noctis strolled fearlessly toward the trailer, seeming as if he had everything under control.

"Out for a midnight swim?" Ignis inquired, the bug-infested lamp outside the trailer flickering menacingly, making the advisor look like something out of a horror movie. Prompto gulped.

"Something like that," Noctis smiled casually, and with an outstretched hand, gently nudged Ignis out of the way so he could enter. Gladio stepped aside as well without a hassle, and Prompto scurried in behind Noct, feeling pretty confident that if he didn't rush in while the opportunity was open, he'd be kicked to the curb instead. Still, he felt like daggers were glared at him as he hurried inside.

Ignis and Gladio silently continued to assess the boys' states, taking in their wet hair and dripping clothes, and noting their inexplicably dry jackets. Maybe a midnight swim would have been believable if it weren't for the sand in the back of Noctis' hair and the bright red tinge of Prompto's cheeks.

"Midnight swim, my ass," Gladio grumbled to Ignis, voice low enough he wasn't heard by the other two who were now climbing into their bunks.

"As long as the prince is safe and sound, we've no reason to interfere," was Ignis' reply, which was slightly louder, loud enough for Noctis to hear. And as he stared up at the bunk above him where Prompto—his faithful and most beloved Crownsguard—lay, he smiled to himself. Yep, don't worry, Ignis. I'm safe.

His phone vibrated a minute later, and he silently chuckled when he realized it was from Prompto.

Prompto: Dude, how did you do that? Ignis didn't even scold us!

Noctis: Trust me, I've had years of practice dealing with Ignis. And Gladio usually doesn't argue once Ignis makes up his mind about things.

Prompto: Really? Sweet!

Noctis: Yeah.

Things grew silent as the messages came to an end, and Noctis turned his head to watch Gladio and Ignis as they crawled back into their own set of bunk-beds. He supposed he did feel a little guilty for sneaking out, since his and Prompto's disappearance had obviously woken and worried them, but as the next text message arrived, the guilt was forgotten.

Prompto: Noct? I had a really good time tonight. Hope you did, too :)

Noctis: I did, don't worry. 3

Noctis smiled. Prompto shouldn't have had to doubt.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this tasty little morsel :) It's one of my favourite fics I've written for them so far, and I really had fun with it! I got a request since last time, so I'll try to make that my next update. Stay tuned for more sweet Promptis, and thank you so much for all the support you've been giving me so far! Such great motivation :D