Surfer's View

[Orion Black]

Orion stretched and heard a few pops and crackles with a groan, shaking the stiffness out of his body and grinning at the coast before him. He usually goes to the beach with Honos, but today he decided to just go alone. Even if it'll lead to Honos pouting and whining about not being able to go to the coast too. Regardless, he's taking the day free of Honos to surf. Honos was at his uncle's house for a sleepover and for a history project with his cousin and a possible outing to talk to his new friend at the college, something that his baby boy gushed about for hours on. Endearing, really.

Orion turned around, grabbed everything he needed and headed down. He usually would wear the full wet suit or the top with his shorts, but today it was just a pair of bi-colored shorts and some water shoes sort of day. He carried a simple woven bag and his wooden board, looking out at the coast and assessing the waves and how busy it was. It seemed to be a quiet sort of day with decent waves, nothing too wild, but nothing to scoff at either.

Pushing his long wild curls away from his face, he looked around to find the life guard, wanting to talk to them about the surfing conditions and any concerns the lifeguard might have. He found the life guard and became flustered when he realized it was Scott, the man who saw him work. In short shorts. As a dancer. The man that he has a minor crush on. The man who's a right gentleman that Josh still talks about to this day.

"Well fuck me, I guess..." He choked out, very glad that Honos wasn't here to make this worse. He swallowed thickly and walked over, blooming various floral and fauna on him the closer he walked to Scott. Once near him, he swallowed again, took a deep breath and smiled at the beautiful man before him.

"Hello again, Scott. Didn't expect to see you here." He spoke, natural Scottish accent thick instead of his southern one.

Scott Stane

[Scott Stane]

Scott had honestly tried to put that night at the club behind him. Which of course meant he'd had a very hard time forgetting about it and had decided he wouldn't tell a soul. He knew what people expected when they looked at him, especially when they knew him, and going to a place like that wasn't one of those things. He didn't need to give his siblings new ammo to tease him with. The experience hadn't been entirely bad but humiliating was a word he'd still use to describe it. One could argue a highlight of the night had been spending time with an attractive man but the thing was he couldn't remember being attracted to another man before. He wasn't opposed to the idea - it would've been hypocritical considering how accepting he was of Ivan being gay, Lisa being bi, and Julian being pan. But he still couldn't help feeling stupid because surely he would've registered his own attraction by now. He was twenty-five after all. Scott quietly sighed to himself because these weren't the thoughts he should've been having. He couldn't afford to be distracted, not with his job. He wore the job's uniform: red swim trunks that got him far too may Baywatch jokes from his siblings and no shirt. He had bruising on his right ribs from a night's patrol that had been covered with makeup now showing after already having to swim out to check on a surfer who'd simply fallen asleep on his board. He walked back up onto the lifeguard tower, grabbing a towel and wiping his face, his body dripping saltwater as he leaned against the tower's railing. He stopped, confused as he heard his name spoken in a voice he recognized enough to know he'd heard it before but not enough to say he'd heard it often. He threw the towel over one shoulder and turned to see who it was, his eyes widening and face feeling very hot when he did. Scott stared, wide eyed and blushing, for longer than he should've and longer than he'd ever admit to. It took him a moment to find his voice and when he did, he said lamely, "I work here," and then winced because that was already obvious. "I uh - I didn't think you'd remember me," he said awkwardly before he could stop himself then winced again because out of all the things he could've said, why that?

... feel the weight of the world over me tonight. if i break, if i break down this time, hope you know i tried ... atlas Orion Black outfit described in post 407 words n/a

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[Orion Black]

He smiled at Scott and it widened when he noticed the blush and the flustered look about him. "Hard to forget the man who had a panic attack in my room. Or the right gentleman you were prior to it too. Josh still talks about how sweet you were. You doing alright since then?" He asked, worried.

"Outside of the nasty bruise on the side on your chest?" He asked and pointed out to Scott, noticing the bruise and the melting makeup. "Must've been a rough bit of saving, if you're trying to cover it up with makeup that ain't waterproof. Pretty person you're trying to woo?" He teased a bit, even if he's still concerned.