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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"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.

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"Yeah? Where'd you live before you came to California?" Des was curious about Michael and wanted to know everything about him. He grinned, blushing a little at Michael's wink.

Of course, he puffed up a little with pride when Michael complimented him, and he grinned, shivering at the touch of Michael's hand to his skin. "Glad you approve. You're not so bad yourself." He winked and grinned. "You wanna put the sunscreen on me now?"

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"Washington." He made a face when he said the state's name. "It was too boring for my taste. I needed a bit more adventure."

His fingers thoughtfully moved over Des's chest. He had a sultry look in his eyes he wasn't even aware of. It was just natural for him, now, to behave this way. "I think it's a good idea," he nodded. "Sunburns can get painful." Michael pulled away to find the sunscreen.

"Now, get on your back and let me take care of you." There was that seductive tone again.

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"Huh, I've never been to Washington." That was really all that he could think to say about that subject because Michael quickly distracted him with the sultry look in his eyes and that seductive tone. It sent a shiver coursing through Des' body, and he gave an eager grin as he was all too happy to comply with Michael's request.

He settled onto his back and grinned up at the man, trying to keep his body under control. It would be embarrassing to get an erection right there when they were out in the open like that.

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"It's boring," Michael said dismissively. He rubbed some of the suntan lotion between his palms before settling himself on top of Desmond.

He'd done this so many times his practiced hands went right to work. He could do this two ways, and he wasn't sure for once if Des wanted it to be sensual or not. For now he stuck to rubbing on the lotion like a normal person.

"I'll have to be careful," he said, possibly speaking Des's worries out loud. "I don't want to get too excited."

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"I heard it rains all the time in Seattle," Desmond said, his gaze focused on Michael. He smiled, biting his bottom lip when the other man settled onto him, and he took a deep breath, laughing lightly.

"Yeah, that might be a bit awkward, us being on a public beach and all," he said with a teasing grin. "Later, though. . ."

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"It does," Michael agreed, running his hands gently over Des's shoulders and back. "It sucks. That's why I moved down here." Among other things, but the warm weather definitely didn't hurt.

"Later," Michael echoed, thoughtlessly starting to massage Des now. His hands were strong as they kneaded the other man's muscles.

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"Haha, seriously? Oh man, that would so suck," Des said, wrinkling his nose. He let out a soft sigh when Michael moved his hands over his shoulders and back. That felt nice. He smiled softly, turning his head so that he could look over his shoulder at Michael. "I'm glad that you moved down here. We might not have met otherwise."

He closed his eyes and groaned softly as Michael started to massage him. He spent so much time in front of the computer and was guilty of not having great posture, so his muscles were pretty tight, particularly along his shoulders.

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"I'm glad I moved too," he answered, and was surprised by how sincere that sounded. He really, honestly was glad he met Desmond.

He carefully worked on Desmond's muscles, making a "tsk" sound feeling how tight they were. His method changed again to something more caring like what a nurse would be doing for their patient. Somehow it seemed like the right thing to do.

"You need to take better care of yourself," he scolded.

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Desmond smiled brightly, his heart swelling at the sincerity he heard in Michael's voice. It made him really happy to think that the other man was just as glad to have moved there, and he was pretty confident that he was the cause for most, if not all, of that glee.

He chuckled a little sheepishly at the "tsk" sound he heard Michael make, and then groaned a little under his ministrations. "I know, I know, I have terrible posture," he said. "I try to be good, honest, but I get intent on what I'm doing and just lean forward on my elbow."

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"It's important to stay healthy," Michael insisted. He didn't know why he said those words, and the way he said them sounded like they'd been droned into him. Michael stopped, running a hand through his hair. He had a sudden rush of worry for Desmond and he couldn't explain why.

"Um, yeah, I think that's enough," he said, quickly shifting away.

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Des blinked in surprise at those words and the way that Michael said them. They sounded familiar, but they'd come from Peter. He frowned when Michael shifted away and turned over, sitting up, a look of worry on his face.

"Are you okay, Michael?" he asked, a touch of concern in his voice as he reached out to lay a hand on the other man's shoulder.

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He turned feeling Des touch him, and was halfway to leaning against the other man before he stopped himself. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn't cuddle. So then... why did he want to nuzzle up against Des?

"I'm fine," he said, smiling. "I just... you know, don't want to get us too riled up in public."

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Des chuckled softly and gave a sheepish grin. "Oh, yeah, good point," he said with a nod. He couldn't resist placing a gentle kiss on the side of Michael's neck though. "You need some sunscreen now." He smirked and moved his hands down to grasp the bottom edge of Michael's shirt, starting to pull it up.

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His skin tingled a little and he let out a soft sigh. He had no idea why, but his neck was very sensitive. Smiling, Michael pulled his shirt up and over his head to reveal his oiled chest to Des's eyes.

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Desmond loved that Michael's neck was sensitive. It was quickly becoming one of his favorite places to kiss the other man. He grinned brightly once Michael's shirt was off and then ran his hands over the man's chest. "Ha, wait, I'm supposed to be doing this with sunscreen," he teased as he moved his hands away and grabbed the bottle of sunscreen.

He placed a soft kiss to Michael's shoulder and then squeezed some of the lotion into his hands. Then he grinned and started to rub it into his skin.

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Michael swallowed, his body automatically reacting to Des's hands on his skin. He'd been a whore for so long he couldn't help getting aroused when he was touched like that. He bit his lip, closing his eyes. "You're making this difficult on purpose," he complained.

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Des grinned and continued to rub his hands over Michael's skin, wanting to make sure he got every inch of skin covered. He didn't want Michael to get a sunburn, and there was the added benefit of getting to touch the other man. He'd never get tired of that. "Yeah, well, you're irresistible," he said. He gave Michael's shoulder a squeeze and grinned. "There, I think you're set."

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"Cruel," Michael accused, shaking his head scoldingly. "I'll get you back for that later." He wanted later to mean now, but... he would behave. He had to if he wanted to try this relationship thing out.

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"Ooooh, promise?" Des said with a smirk as he gave Michael a wink. He decided that he wasn't really ready to get out and play in the water, especially since Michael had just put sunscreen on him. So he reached over and rifled through his bag, pulling out his shades. He put them on and then stretched out on the blanket, ready to sunbathe.

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Michael followed Des's lead, stretching out on his belly so his back would get the sun first. He glanced over to Des, smiling faintly. Something about this guy made Michael feel instantly at ease. It was probably just their similar appearances that made Michael feel like he knew Des already. Yeah, that was it...

He let the sound of the waves lull him into a comfortable silence. He was not an overly social person by nature and so didn't feel obligated to engage in small-talk.

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Desmond could feel Michael watching him, and he opened his eyes, glancing over at him. He grinned and chuckled softly, feeling good about the fact that he felt comfortable with the silence between them. He was a very vivacious guy and had a tendency to ramble and talk, but it was nice to not feel like he absolutely had to say anything. He could just enjoy being with Michael, and that felt really good.

He listened to the relaxing sounds of the waves, smiling as he breathed in the salty sea air, and somewhere in the midst of relaxing and just soaking up the atmosphere, his hand snaked over to Michael's, lacing their fingers together.

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He knew better than to fall asleep in the warm sun, but it was very soothing and he could've easily done so if he let himself. But then he felt Des's fingers brush his hand, and all thoughts of sleep flew out of his head. His eyes went wide and he turned to look at the other.

Michael didn't hold hands. He sighed and shifted so he was on his back. He tried not to offend Des when he pulled his hand away.

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Desmond hadn't thought about it, really. He'd just sort of automatically done it. He was very affectionate and liked to hold hands, so it didn't even really occur to him that Michael might not be that kind of guy. He was just starting to relax and possibly drift off to sleep himself when he felt Michael pull his hand away.

He wasn't offended, maybe a little bit hurt, but he was mostly worried that he'd made a mistake. He opened his eyes and pushed his shades up, propping himself up on his elbow and looking worriedly at Michael. "Are you okay?"

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Michael bit his lip, glancing away and focusing on the ocean. He thought he could date like a normal person but this felt too weird. It felt like he was being split in two, one half wanting to return affection (though he couldn't imagine where that was coming from) and the other half wanting to put up his walls like normal.

"Yeah," he answered airily. "I just... needed to turn over. I don't want to burn." Yes, he lied, but he was good at it, and it was all he could do.