"I've been in California since I was sixteen," Michael said with a shrug. "Though this is definitely the nicest beach I've been to so far. And the company doesn't hurt either," he added, winking playfully at Desmond.

He decided to pull out his beach blanket as well and set it up next to Des's. His eyes flickered to watch the man's shirt peel away. He licked his lips and automatically reached out to run a hand over the exposed skin. "God, you look gorgeous," he purred.