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.

Comments

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

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.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

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.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

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.