Laura hated the beach. She despised it. The sun and the noise and the sand and the people. It was an exercise in stress and exhaustion. Not fun times. Somehow her friends had convinced her to come, probably through use of the jedi mind trick.
The saltwater had made her skin itchy so she'd gotten out of the water pretty quick, but most her friends were still down there, splashing each other and bobbing in the waves. She made a sound of disgust and cast her eyes out over the beach.
Two young men were striding down the beach in board shorts, shirts and shoes in their hands, somehow looking completely wrong for the beach. Like they hated it as much as she did. They should start a club, beach haters anonymous. But then she'd have to go talk to them, and their perfectly sculpted bodies and carved features made it somewhat daunting.
The shorter one had stopped walking and started bitching at the other one, who huffed and set his clothes aside. She watched him produce a sunscreen bottle from somewhere and start rubbing it down over miles of freckled skin. His hands seemed to span from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. It seemed strangely intimate and less than perfunctory for two dudes on the beach. In fact the kneading hands were starting to look slightly pornographic. Laura blushed.
The taller one handed the bottle back, shaking his head. His voice carrying: "Jerk." Laura wondered if there was any situation under the sun that she could engineer for talking to them, her friends weren't here to watch her crash and burn, but all the suntanning bikini-wearing bitches that made Laura so nervous were.
At that exact moment the taller one turned around to look at her, like he could hear her internal monologue. She ducked her head quickly away from glowing muscles. When she looked back up they were already nearly passing her by, it would be now or never.
And then she caught sight of the matching tattoos.
Well, forget that then. Either gay or in some kind of gang.
"Thanks, honey," the shorter one said, with a wicked smirk on his lush lips.
"Oh shut up," the taller one said, but he softened when the shorter one brushed a quick kiss on his lips. Gay then.
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Sam/Dean, Suntan lotion on sun-warmed skin, Dean's freckles, Sam's HANDS
Date: 2009-07-29 09:47 pm (UTC)The saltwater had made her skin itchy so she'd gotten out of the water pretty quick, but most her friends were still down there, splashing each other and bobbing in the waves. She made a sound of disgust and cast her eyes out over the beach.
Two young men were striding down the beach in board shorts, shirts and shoes in their hands, somehow looking completely wrong for the beach. Like they hated it as much as she did. They should start a club, beach haters anonymous. But then she'd have to go talk to them, and their perfectly sculpted bodies and carved features made it somewhat daunting.
The shorter one had stopped walking and started bitching at the other one, who huffed and set his clothes aside. She watched him produce a sunscreen bottle from somewhere and start rubbing it down over miles of freckled skin. His hands seemed to span from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. It seemed strangely intimate and less than perfunctory for two dudes on the beach. In fact the kneading hands were starting to look slightly pornographic. Laura blushed.
The taller one handed the bottle back, shaking his head. His voice carrying: "Jerk." Laura wondered if there was any situation under the sun that she could engineer for talking to them, her friends weren't here to watch her crash and burn, but all the suntanning bikini-wearing bitches that made Laura so nervous were.
At that exact moment the taller one turned around to look at her, like he could hear her internal monologue. She ducked her head quickly away from glowing muscles. When she looked back up they were already nearly passing her by, it would be now or never.
And then she caught sight of the matching tattoos.
Well, forget that then. Either gay or in some kind of gang.
"Thanks, honey," the shorter one said, with a wicked smirk on his lush lips.
"Oh shut up," the taller one said, but he softened when the shorter one brushed a quick kiss on his lips. Gay then.
Man, this beach fucking sucked.