“Aw, don’t be like that, sweetness,” Layla singsongs, struggling not to grin. “I just wanted to try to spend some koalaty time with you, is all.”
“I think you’ll find, upon closer inspection, that very little about me is ‘sweet,’ ‘dull,’ ‘lazy,’ or, God forbid it, ‘fluffy,’ so, my dear, you may wish to clear out.”
“Dear, you’re giving me a bit of a challenge knowing where to begin.”
“Really? Is it that bad?”
Scowling his arms folded across his chest as he did his best to seem quite offended.
“What about your hair hmm? You don’t style it, you’ve just gone and changed the color twice.”
“I DON’T STYLE IT!?”
The Master points emphatically at the top of his head, both bemused and outraged.
“You cloddish edgelord, this is the result of meticulous shampooing, trimming, combing and gelling. It’s called proper grooming! Some of us can’t get away with ‘punk rocker hedgehog’!”
Jack, on the other hand, is still fully clothed (sans shoes, he does have his limits) as he stands there in the waves, arms resting on his husband’s waist. “Just now,” he grins, leaning in to lick a bit of salt water off Koschei’s scruffy chin. “Been watching for a while, though.”
Koschei catches Jack around the neck and cups his jaw, just a little harshly; he does love being a tease. He kisses him hard and proper on the mouth, and hops down out of his arms, strolling out of the surf and onto the beach, supremely confident and unfazed in his own nudity. Just one other way they’re completely compatible.
Still, should Laura or Gray be around, he pulls up some black trunks and throws himself into a lounger, pulling lemonade from a cooler beside it.
“Hoh, lord. Sit with me a bit, hm? Happy to be the object of your voyeurism, love.”
“You’re the object of many things, trust me,” Jack leers, pausing a moment before following after him to admire the view of that amazing ass as it walks away.
He doesn’t wait too long though, jogging over to plop himself down on the sand in front of the chair, quickly stripping off his shirt before he boiled to death in the sun. Thus disrobed, he laid down on his back, resting his legs on the chair and tangled up with his husband’s.
“Enjoy your swim then?”
“Mostly,” Koschei hums. “I was thinking, though, I mean … I kept seeing these exquisite bands of coral in the water, and I rather thought that cold beaches never had those sorts of aquatica. That and beautiful krill, and all of that led to me wondering if I could do some underwater photography.”
He folds his hands over his suntanned belly, running his calf up and down Jack’s, golden hairs dappling his trim, muscular leg.
“Like, do you, know or does your mum … ? What sort of animals live out there? Do you lot have whales? Whales are cool. Especially orcas because they slaughter smaller mammals, they’re so fierce and deadly, hehHAH.”
The grin on his flushed face is now slightly diabolical.
Icarus 