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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"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.

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Desmond gave a sheepish little grin at Michael's explanation. That made sense, after all. He had no reason to suspect that Michael was lying to him.

"Yeah, I guess burning would be pretty bad, huh? The lobster look is never good on anybody." he said with a laugh. He laid back down, settling back into a comfortable position and started to reach for Michael's hand again, but something made him hesitate.

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Unfortunately before Des could work up the nerve to grab Michael's hand, the other man pulled it back to thread his fingers restlessly through his hair. He glanced thoughtfully in Des's direction and let out a sigh.

"Hey," he said finally. "I'll be back. Don't get too lonely without me." He leaned over to give Des a quick kiss before treading off to the ocean. He needed the time to work out his nerves.

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Desmond grinned softly when Michael leaned over to kiss him, and he returned it gently. "I'll try not to," he promised. He sighed as he watched the other head off to to the ocean, and then he leaned back, hoping that everything was okay. He got the feeling that something was up, but he wasn't sure what it could be. He hoped he hadn't messed up. . .

He shrugged a little. He was probably just overreacting though. They were at the beach, they were supposed to be swimming and relaxing and stuff. Which was exactly what he was going to do; he laid back, stretching back out on the blanket and closed his eyes, just lapping up the warm sun. Of course, the warmth of the sun made him drowsy and he ended up drifting off.

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When Michael came back he found Des asleep. He shook his head a little, drying off before very carefully sliding up on top of the other man. He tilted his head so his breath tickled Desmond's ear.

"Wake up, gorgeous," he whispered.

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Des didn't even realize he'd fallen asleep until he felt a body against his and breath tickling his ear. He might've let out a little giggle -- not that he'd ever admit to it -- and then opened his eyes, smiling up at Michael.

"Hey," he said, his voice groggy and sleep-filled. "You enjoy your swim?"

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"I did," he answered. He started pressing soft kisses against Des's ear and neck. "But you have to wake up now. You'll get burned if you let yourself fall asleep in the sun."

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Des shivered at the soft kisses and smiled, stretching a little. "Ouch, yeah, being burned would be bad," he mumbled, at least sounding a little more awake. He wrapped his arms around Michael, grinning. He couldn't resist placing a soft kiss against Michael's shoulder.