RP: A Day at the Beach

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Who: Desmond Molloy and Peter Petrelli/Michael Tarello/the really hot guy Des is dating
What: A Day at the Best Beach in the World™
Where: Whatever city they're in -- it is nondescript and generic? LA, maybe? IDK
When: Friday, April 17, afternoon
Rating: Knowing Des, it'll go to R really quick.


Des was giddy. There was really no other way to describe the feeling that he was experiencing as he packed up a picnic lunch for Peter -- no, Michael -- and himself. He would have to get used to calling his. . .well, he wasn't really sure what to call Michael, really. They hadn't exactly given their relationship labels yet, and he wasn't sure if it was too soon to call Michael his boyfriend. He felt like it wasn't too soon, but he didn't want to scare off the other man.

He could be low key though, no big deal. He was just happy to get to spend time with Michael. He wasn't kidding about liking the guy. He couldn't explain it, but Michael was exciting and different. Every time that Des thought he had a handle on who Michael was, the man would surprise him with a new facet. It was like peeling back the skin of an onion and finding the fruit of a peach. Some people might proceed with caution and possibly back away in concern, but not Des. Hell no, if anything, it made him more intrigued.

So, he whistled a happy tune to himself as he stuck the containers filled with salad for Michael and lunch meat for himself into the cooler. He'd packed a little extra meat, just in case Michael wasn't a vegetarian after all, and then he got containers of macaroni salad and cole slaw out of the fridge, adding those to the cooler as well. Bottles of water, lemonade and a couple of sodas were tucked into the cooler too, and then everything got loaded into Des' 1967 cherry red Mustang GT convertible.

A change of clothes -- in case they decided to go out for dinner or something afterwards -- was stuffed into a duffle bag, and Des was ready to go. He was already wearing his swim trunks, a casual t-shirt and flip flops completing his outfit. Now, he just needed to get Michael.

The duffle bag got tosed into the back seat and Des hopped behind the wheel, cranking up the engine and zooming off to Michael's place.

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It might have just been his years of eye candy driving him, but Michael purposefully put a bit of oil on his skin so that when he met with Des he would have gleaming skin. He felt his insides doing a nervous squirming dance while he waited for Des. This wasn't like his usual beat. This was a real date, one he hadn't been on since... he couldn't even remember when. Not counting their dinner date, of course.

The Dollhouse set him up with a nice place for Des to see, fitting in with the imprint of Michael so he'd feel at home for as long as they were going to let this tryst continue. Michael took deep steady breaths and waited with a beach bag over one shoulder. He was sitting on the steps so Des wouldn't have to climb all the way up to his apartment.

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Des couldn't stop the crooked grin that played across his face as he pulled up outside Michael's apartment and found him waiting. He put the car in park and left the engine running, getting out and going around to greet Michael. His hand reached out to take the other man's bag away from him as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Michael's cheek.

"Hey, you," Des said. "You look really, really good." Was Michael's skin gleaming? Yes, yes, he was pretty sure it was, and he mentally kicked himself. He hadn't even thought about that. "Ready to go?"

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"Hey," he returned, hoping the nervous tremor in his voice wasn't too noticeable. They already had sex so he should be fine, but this was all new to him. Something he would have to force himself to get used to if he wanted to be around Des. "You look good too," he added, thinking that he should compliment Des rather than bask in the glow of being complimented.

"Yeah, let's go. I want to see this so-called Best Beach in the World."

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Desmond noticed the nervous tremor in Michael's voice but didn't comment on it; he just smiled a little brighter, thinking that it was adorable. He grinned and blushed a little when Michael complimented him, and then walked back around to the driver's side of the Mustang.

"Well, you'll be pretty amazed because it's seriously the prettiest beach I've ever seen." he said as he put Michael's bag on the back seat next to his. He'd put the top down on the convertible since it was such a beautiful day, and he wasn't particularly concerned about the bags blowing away or anything.

"I've got some food too for when we get hungry later." he said. He swore, snapping his fingers in irritation as he realized he had forgotten something. "Sunscreen! Dammit, I knew I was forgetting something."

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"You just thought of everything, didn't you?" Michael commented with a smile. "Except the sunscreen," he added teasingly. "But don't worry, I'll rub some on you when we get to the beach." And if there was a slightly seductive purr behind those words, it was only because he'd unintentionally put one there. After all, it wasn't like he hadn't done that for his clients in the past.

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"Pretty much everything," Des said sheepishly. He shivered a little in anticipation at the thought of Michael rubbing sunscreen onto his body, and he grinned, giving the other man a wink as he got behind the wheel of the car and put on his seatbelt.

"Do you surf?" he asked.

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He opened his mouth to reply, but then remembered he was trying to be more honest with Desmond. "No," he answered. "I mean, I know how, but I don't really go out. I like laying out and sunbathing. The sound of the waves on the shore is very peaceful..."

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Des grinned as he drove toward the beach. "I like laying out and sunbathing too, but I enjoy surfing. It's my dream to travel to Australia. I didn't bring the surfboard today though." He chuckled and flashed a sheepish grin. "Well, obviously I didn't bring my board 'cause we're not crunched for space here."

Why was he so nervous and rambling? He knew that Michael liked him, he shouldn't have been nervous. He pulled into the parking lot at the beach and found a space, shutting off the engine. "Here we go, Best Beach Ever!"

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"Australia, huh?" Michael ran a finger over his lips thoughtfully. He didn't make any further comment on it. His lips curled into a smile of amusement listening to Desmond ramble. He thought it was rather endearing. And a part of him felt rather pleased he had that sort of effect on the other man.

When they arrived at the beach, Michael peered out curiously. "And what makes this beach so special?" he wondered. "Besides being here with me," he added with a cocky smirk.

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It didn't occur to him that this was not a very appropriate position to find oneself in, especially in public. Michael was not a shy person so being on top of someone making out on the beach was no problem. He was much more at ease doing this than in any of that cuddling stuff.

"What am I going to do with you?" Michael wondered, smiling down on the other man.

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Part of Desmond was aware that they shouldn't really be doing this in public, but it was a very small part that was quickly being beaten into a pulp by the rest of him.

"Hmm, I think what you're doing right now is pretty nice," he said as he let his fingers skim down Michael's back. "So, now that I'm awake, what should we do?"

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"That's a very good question." His skin tingled in pleasure as he arched a bit, following the path of Des's fingers. Michael pressed a few more soft kisses against the other man's neck.

"I have some ideas, but we'll have to wait to be alone."

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Desmond groaned and tilted his head back as Michael kissed his neck. He grinned, moving his hand back up to run his fingers through the other man's hair. "Mm, you're making me wanna be alone with you right now," he muttered softly. "Too bad invisibility isn't my talent."

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"That is sort of the idea," Michael responded with a soft chuckle. "But I promise I'll behave until I get you home." He snuck in a final kiss before sliding away. "Besides, sometimes anticipation can make it even better."

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Desmond groaned and shivered under that final kiss and whined a little in protest when Michael slid away. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down because he'd definitely started to get worked up by that. He gave the other man a crooked grin. "Hmm, you've got a point there, but I think it's my turn to take a dip in the ocean," he teased as he sat up. He gave Michael a kiss and then got up.

"Miss me?" he said with a wink before running into the surf.

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Michael smiled, watching Desmond run off. While the other was gone Michael picked through the drinks. He grabbed a beer and sipped. The dip in the ocean and the hot sun made him a little hungry, but he figured it might be rude to eat without Desmond.

He couldn't figure out what it was about this guy that made him feel this way. Michael had been with tons of guys in the past. So why was it that Desmond was the only one that made Michael's insides twist up and flutter? It was a little scary, really.

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The water helped to cool Desmond off, both figuratively and literally, and by the time he emerged from the surf, shaking the water out of his hair, he felt better. He felt invigorated and he tugged upward on his swim trunks, which were riding low on his hips.

He grinned and headed back to Michael, grabbing a towel and rubbing it over his hair, leaving it standing on end. "I dunno about you but I'm hungry now," he said as he dried off a bit and then sat down beside Michael, leaning over and giving him a kiss.

He was glad that he'd thought of this, going to the beach. It was nice to just relax and spend time with Michael. Was it crazy to be so attached to a guy that he hadn't known for very long?

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Michael was feeling better too. It wasn't often he invited people over to his place, but it was common enough for him to be okay. And he was sure that if he was back in his own territory he would feel more like himself. So he helped pack up their things, watching Desmond out of the corner of his eye.

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Desmond grinned and stood up, pulling his shirt back on over his head. He fully intended to wear it just long enough to get to Michael's place and then it was coming off again. Once all the stuff was packed, he winked at Michael. "Okay, let's go," he said as he grabbed the cooler and headed toward the car, leaving the bags for Michael.

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Michael followed after the other with bags in tow. Once they were both settled in the car he gave Desmond directions to his apartment. Thanks to the Dollhouse, Michael was settled in a rather nice part of town. The sort of place one could only afford if they made a lot of money.

"I wasn't expecting company," Michael said, sounding almost nervous when they got closer. "So sorry if it's a little messy."

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Desmond was tingling with excitement by the time that they reached Michael's apartment and he found a parking space. "Hey, no worries if it's messy," he said as he shut off the engine. "I'm not exactly a neat freak myself." He grinned at Michael and then got out of the car.

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Whether it was clean or not, one could say this about Michael's apartment: it was very nicely decorated. He had a couch spread out facing a plasma screen television, and he had floor lamps dotting around to give the place light. On his walls were pictures of famous cities in the world: Sydney, Rome, New York, Paris, and Tokyo to name a few.

"So... this is home," he declared, glancing Des's way.

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Des grinned and glanced around Michael's apartment, nodding appreciatively. He liked the couch and, of course, the plasma tv, but his attention was really drawn to the pictures.

He moved over, investigating them and poring over them curiously before glancing at Michael. "Are these places you've been to or just always dreamed of going?" he asked curiously. They were all places that he'd like to visit, well, except New York because he'd been there before.

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Michael set their stuff down before moving over to join Des. "I've been to them," he answered. "My clients sometimes take me with them on their business trips. It's a bit easier getting away with sleeping with a whore when you're in another country."

His finger tapped the picture of the Colloseum. "That was my favorite," he mentioned. "Italy is amazing. I could live there, and I'm not just saying that because I'm Italian."

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Des chuckled and smiled softly, glancing at Michael. He didn't really like Michael calling himself a whore. The word just had so many negative connotations to it. It seemed too undignified for a man such as Michael.

He grinned, glancing at the picture of the Colloseum. "I've always wanted to go there," he said quietly. "I have this romantic image in my head of sweeping somebody off their feet and flying them away to Italy for a vacation. Just. . .haven't gotten the opportunity yet." That, and he couldn't really afford the price tag.