a/n: Warning: Mature content in this chapter

11:03 🔪 is typing...

11:04 Omw

11:04 O fuck sorry wrong person

11:05 Thoroughly disappointed now

11:05 Yeah right dude

11:06 Are you going to the quad today?

11:06 Girl I'm already there where are YOU?

11:07 Your inner drag queen is showing

11:07 And I'm stopping by. I have 45min before my next class

11:08 Excellent

11:08 You should play washers with us like a bunch of Midwestern folks Up Nort'

11:08 #LakeLife4Life

11:09 What about me SCREAMS Midwestern

11:09 Your pale skin

11:10 I'm literally Japanese

11:10 Killua, I hate to break it to you

11:11 But not all Asian people have asses as pale as yours

11:11 🤦‍♂️

11:12 Why are we friends

11:12 AND I'M NOT /THAT/ PALE

11:12 I TAN. KIND OF.

11:13 Serious question

11:13 Ok

11:14 👊 is typing...

11:14 When you go out tanning

11:15 Do you or do you not tan in the nude

11:16 I thought this was a serious question

11:16 It's serious because I can't be the only one

11:17 🤭

11:17 As a premed student I cannot endorse intentional tanning

11:18 Damn I knew it

hen Killua left Panda Express and crossed the campus, he didn't expect to hear music along the way. It echoed between YU buildings and hummed down the side streets Killua took to avoid student traffic. He shoveled lo mein in his mouth as he went in between texting Knuckle, laughing to himself and almost choking in the middle of the street.

He coughed into his elbow and laughed again. He turned the corner to the quad steps, looking up from his phone just long enough to realize that shit, if Sigma Alpha hadn't completely taken over the quad or what?

From Killua's high ground, he overlooked the quad space. It was a grassy knoll area between YU buildings and filled with tall, colorful trees. Cherry blossoms and crab apple trees were in bloom and their white and pink petals fluttered across the grass and between the stripes of hammocks strung between the trees. It smelled like a barbecue and Killua realized that those idiots were really cooking out in the middle of campus and throwing a Hammock Jamboree.

Killua hurried down the steps. He pocketed his phone in the back of his jeans and, upon reaching the ground, he realized that it would be harder to find Gon than he anticipated.

There had to be about thirty hammocks—some double-deckered, others triple-deckered, which would be impossible for Killua to check anyway. The sight alone was alarming. The quad was a hot spot, sure, but never for this magnitude of tomfoolery. It was normal to say maybe two or three set up, and Killua's brain couldn't quite handle the sheer excess of this endeavor.

He walked down the knoll feeling distinctly like he was at a campground exclusively for hammock enthusiasts. He discretely peered into the hammocks that were close to the ground, in search of Gon, but came up empty until he followed the scent of the barbecue to the other side of the quad. There, he found a triad of hammocks where Uvogin was standing, shirtless, in a pair of banana-printed teal shorts. He was at the grill flipping burgers.

Killua slowed to the edge of their little campsite. He stood on the outskirts of the ribbon of smoke drifting from the grill as meat sizzled on the grill. Music was blasting on the speakers at the neighboring site. Killua barely stood there for two seconds before a familiar head peeked out from behind the hem of a ground-level hammock.

"Killua!" Gon cried. In an instant, he flipped the entire hammock over. Killua jumped in surprised, only to sigh in relief when Gon landed on his feet, no problem.

Uvogin turned around and, after meeting Killua's eyes, took in the sight of Gon's sweatshirt. It would have just been an average Hunter shirt if it didn't have Freecss' last name in bold, white type slapped down the length of the sleeves.

Killua managed a weak smile as Uvogin rose an eyebrow at him. Gon tugged on the sleeve, pulling Killua past the tendrils of smoke and over to his hammock. It was a plain blue hammock that, when stretched out, could fit two people easily. Gon pulled the gap open and sat perpendicular with it, like it was a porch swing. He patted the spot next to him, so Killua set his backpack aside and dropped down.

The hammock swayed and wobbled. Killua clutched at the edge of it, eyes wide, Panda Express in his other hand. Gon laughed and said, "Have you ever been in a hammock before?"

"Not really, no," he confessed. He felt like someone had just suspended him in the air on a sheet of saran wrap. He did not like it one bit.

Just as he was just preparing to get off, Gon stretched his arms up and over the back of the hammock sling. He grasped onto the hem on their far side and with the other, he set his hand on Killua's opposite shoulder. It effectively put Killua flat against Gon's side and with the dip in the hammock, there was no avoiding it. They were... cuddling?

Weird, Killua thought as he popped a piece of sweet fire chicken into his mouth.

"So you have anatomy after this?" Gon said, and Killua hummed his ascent. "Do they have nude models in that class?"

Killua snorted. "No, that's figure drawing."

"Oh. Then have you taken a figure drawing course?"

"Fuck no," he laughed. Gon seemed disappointed. "Why?"

"Don't you think it'd be fun to be a nude model?" he said.

Killua almost choked on his lo mein again. He put the back of his hand to his mouth to keep his giggles in when Knuckle's head popped out of the hammock next to them. "I heard it pays well," Knuckle said.

"Yeah, but I also heard old white dudes with beer guts do it," Uvogin said.

"Where did you hear that?" Knuckle said.

"My old man does it," he said, flipping a burger over. As the meat sizzled and popped, Killua felt like he was choking. He couldn't swallow his food when the risk of vomiting was so high.

"No way," someone said from the hammock above them. When they leant over, Killua recognized the braid—it was one of the few long-haired players on the team, Shoot. "I feel like this is something you would have advertised sooner."

"I've known you for three years and I never knew this about you," Knuckle added.

"You say that like my dad nude modeling is about me," Uvogin said, hands out in an exasperated fashion. "My mom got him into it. She's been modeling since her college days, ya know. Got her through uni."

Knuckle hooked his elbows over the edge of his hammock and settled his chin on his hands. He shook his head, saying, "You never cease to amaze me."

Uvogin exploded with a passionate, "It's not about me, you bitch!"

"It's kinda sweet how your parents became nudists to support your college education, dude," Shoot said.

Uvogin picked up a steaming hot burger with his tongs and reeled back as if to chuck it. Gon shrieked and flung himself in front of Killua as the burger went flying. Their hammock shook and Killua screamed like a bat out of Hell as Shoot cursed above them, deflecting the burger with his class textbook. It went flying towards the grill where it kicked up embers and started an open flame.

Killua's heart was pounding so hard he thought it might rupture his ribcage. Eventually, their hammock steadied, but the entire situation put him on the edge of pissing himself. They may have only been a few feet from the ground, but Killua's innate fear of heights made swinging in a hammock pure torture.

Gon leant back with a curse in Uvogin's direction. "Nice first impression, asshat."

Uvogin had the grill under control once more. "Oh, Killua and I have already met," he said.

Gon turned to Killua, who blinked, still startled and clutching his half-finished Panda Express to his chest. When Killua said nothing, Gon said, "You've already met Uvo? Since when?"

"Since Knuckle mixed me a drink in his room," Killua said.

"Knucks mixed you a drink?"

"Relax, dude, not like we sucked each other off," Knuckle said, no longer visible now that his hammock was mostly zipped up.

Gon looked like he was about to lunge off of the hammock to kick Knuckle into the atmosphere. Killua reached back to hold Gon still with a hand on the back of his shirt collar. Gon dropped back down with a huff. Uvogin was laughing at the grill, hands on the hips of his teal, banana printed shorts.

Shoot leant over his hammock again to look down at them. His braid fell over the edge as he asked, "So are you two dating or something?"

"Yeah," Gon said.

Killua stuck a piece of chicken in his mouth to stop his internal screaming from escaping. Dating. They never talked about that, but he supposed it made sense considering... well, everything. If anything, Gon's sweatshirt said it all.

Shoot put a hand out to Killua, who reached up to give it a light shake. "Nice to finally meet you, Killua. You can call me Shoot."

"'Finally'?" Killua laughed. "What've you heard?"

"All good things," Shoot said.

"He was present for the Denver Debacle," Uvogin said. He shook the tongs in Killua's direction and said, "Which, by the way, I have to thank you for because that shit was priceless. And also apologize on behalf of Knucks for even endorsing that shit."

"It's not shit," Gon muttered as Killua sat back against his side.

"Oh really?" Killua said around a mouthful of rice. "I hope you realize how easy it is for me to stand up and walk away right now."

Gon leaned over to put his chin on Killua's shoulder, his arm tightening around Killua's shoulders. "I take it back," he whined. "Forgive me?"

"You can beg on your knees later," Killua said and it wasn't until the words all left his mouth that he realized what he was saying. His eyes widened at the sound of Uvogin whistling. He could see Knuckle's entire hammock shaking with barely restrained laughter. Killua put a hand to his forehead and moaned, "Ignore me, please..."

Uvogin slapped his hands together and threw his head back laughing.

Gon put his lips close to Killua's bright red ear and said, "Oh, I absolutely will. Tonight?"

Killua shoved him away and hissed, "I was kidding."

"Oh my God," Uvogin gasped. "It all makes sense now. I like this one, Freecss."

Killua leant over to set his empty Panda container down. When his feet touched the ground, he moved as if to stand, but Gon's hand caught him. "Aw, don't go," he said.

Killua sighed. He looked back to where Gon was staring up at him with those wide, round eyes that were light enough to be gold in the sunlight. Killua checked the time on his phone. He had at least twenty minutes before he absolutely needed to leave.

"Fine," he said.

When he sat back down, Gon shifted over so that they could lie down side-by-side. Killua tensed until the hammock settled. Where the blue fabric touched the sunlight, it cast a vibrant blue filter over them in their little bubble in the middle of the Sigma Alpha makeshift campgrounds. Killua let his head loll to Gon's shoulder when Gon finished wrapping the hammock up over them. It was cozy in there, insulated by the elastic fabric.

Gon touched their noses together. "You good?" he whispered.

Killua nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

Gon smiled, an eyebrow quirked. "'Think so'?" he repeated with a little laugh.

"I have a fear of heights," he confessed. He glanced down before meeting Gon's eyes again to say, "When I was little, my brother would hold me over the edge of whatever—a pool, the steps, the balcony."

"That's fucked up," Gon said. "If this makes you uncomfortable, we can get out and chill in the grass or something."

Killua laughed. "No, it's fine when it's not moving. I'm fine, really."

Gon relaxed a little. They were squished together by the natural shape of the hammock, and Killua didn't mind it one bit. If he kept lying there half-on top of Gon, he'd fall asleep and miss class. Killua set an alarm on his phone then before stuffing it in the front pocket of the sweatshirt.

He put his hand to Gon's opposite shoulder and ran his thumb along the line of Gon's collarbone. He watched as Gon swallowed and he wondered if he made Gon feel hot and bothered at the most inopportune moments of the day like Gon did for him as well. He glanced up from where his chin had been settled on Gon's shoulder and Gon blinked his eyes over to meet Killua's.

Killua laid an experimental kiss to Gon's shoulder. Gon's fingers were running circles on his back until that moment, at which point Gon clutched at his arm. Killua moved his lips to Gon's neck where he laid a quiet, soft kiss to the skin there, and again beneath Gon's jaw. Gon tipped his head back as Killua took Gon's skin between his teeth.

Even with the music playing in the distance, Killua kept the sound of his lips and tongue as quiet as possible. He licked across the mark before sucking it back between his teeth. He could hear the hitch in Gon's voice as he bit intentionally hard into it. It would leave a dark and obvious bruise that Killua was more than happy to leave behind.

Gon let out a low, whispered curse as Killua dragged his fingers through Gon's hair. He kissed up along Gon's jaw to his ear where he took Gon's earlobe between his teeth. He licked the outside of it before ending it by whispering, "Don't make a sound."

"What're you—" Gon started, only to break off when Killua slipped his fingers under the hem of Gon's sweatpants.

Gon's breath hitched again, tensing with a curse. Killua stopped, his fingers grazing over the soft fabric of Gon's boxers. Gon put his hand to Killua's wrist, stilling them both. Killua waited, breath tight in his chest where his heartbeat sped up at the sight of the blush on Gon's cheeks. Killua G. Zoldyck, first of his name, made Gon Freecss blush.

A devilish grin spread across Killua's lips when Gon nodded. His hand didn't leave Killua's wrist, though—not even when Killua's fingertips grazed over the soft skin on Gon's pelvis to the heat between Gon's legs.

Killua could feel Gon's skin trembling. Gon bit his lip, breath shuddering out as Killua dragged his fingers along Gon's length before grasping hold of it. Contrary to popular belief, Killua had never once jerked a guy off in a hammock, but the flush of confidence in his system and the high of adrenaline from the fact that they were in the middle of the quad really got him going.

Thank God for obnoxious frat boys, though. The music was loud, Uvogin and Knuckle were yodeling about whatever, and so Gon's gasps and cussing flew under the radar. Watching Gon break apart in ecstasy was the highlight of Killua's day.

When Gon finished, Killua realized, once again, why he didn't want Gon to suck him off in Knuckle Bine's bedroom. His hand was sticky with cum as he pulled out of Gon's sweatpants.

"Shit—sorry," Gon whispered, out of breath.

Killua brought his fingers to his lips and gave them an experimental lick. It was salty and weird, and he kind of felt like hot ice cream had dripped all over his hand. He imagined it was ice cream as he licked his hand clean and said, "Don't worry about it."

"Jesus Christ—" Gon was saying.

"Worry about your pants, though," Killua said. The timer on his phone went off. "I gotta go. I'll see you later."

Gon just stared at him as he opened up the hammock and hooked his legs over the edge. He almost wondered if Gon was disgusted, but he figured that'd be a more obvious expression. Instead, Gon just stared at him with those round eyes, cheeks flushed, ears pink, looking absolutely stunned and stunning.

Killua leant out of the hammock and staggered to his feet. It was a miracle that he hadn't popped a boner, but he did feel a little something tingling down there as he shouldered his backpack, dried his hand off, and prepared to leave.

When he turned, he came face-to-face with the sight of Uvogin over at Knuckle's hammock, spinning the idiot around and around. Knuckle was screaming inside the hammock as it circled around like a goddamn double dutch jump rope and Shoot was recording it from over Gon's hammock.

He didn't really want to bring attention to himself, all things considered, but he felt odd ditching without saying a thing. "I'll see you later, guys," Killua said, loud enough for them to hear over the music.

Uvogin stopped the makeshift rollercoaster. As Knuckle's hammock swung to a slow halt, Uvogin threw his arms up and said, "You're leaving?! You just got here!"

"Yeah, like, thirty minutes ago," Killua deadpanned. "I have class, unlike some of you, apparently."

"Whoa, fighting words," Shoot said.

Uvogin walked up to Killua and offered his hand for a bro-hug. Killua didn't think twice as he used his right hand to slap onto Uvogin's and bump their shoulders together. "Nice seeing you again, dude," Uvogin said, slapping him on the shoulder. "I'll definitely be seeing more of you."

"Y-Yeah, you will," Killua said, his brain in an ever-evolving constant stream of screaming as he let go of Uvogin's hand and walked away. Thankfully, his hand had dried since getting out of the hammock, but he had, by no means, used his clean hand just then.

Killua rubbed his hand idly on the front of his jeans. I really need to wash my hands, he thought, hurrying his steps as he escaped from of the quad.

a/n: 🤭