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Ah. This was the good life.
Poe sat on the beach somewhere in Mexico. He wasn't sure where, and didn't care. He'd given some produce truck driver a bunch of pesos and told him to stop when they were far away from all of the major resort areas.
Now he had a thatched shack, his best Hawaiian shirt, a hat with ear holes in it he'd stolen off a donkey, and an umbrella drink.
And a view.
There was this guy...
Hoo, yeah. The view was fab.
Broad shoulders, little bitty butt, jaw so square you could set a level on it--the solid blond was fine, baking under the sun, sweat sliding over a cut six-pack belly. Hoo boy. He sure did like that look. Hell, who was he kidding? He liked almost any look as long as the guy sporting it could work it. This one? Was working it. Poe thanked God for baggy shorts.
The guy rolled up out of his chair, stood and stretched, every single muscle rolling. "Lord, but it's warm. Makes a body lazy."
"Mmmhmm." They hadn't been sitting that close to begin with, but Poe had sorta ... oozed. Ju-u-u-ust a bit. "Feels good after the north Atlantic."
"I imagine so." He got a grin, nice and sure and all-American. "There's nothing like sun and surf."
"Oiled up bodies..." This one he could smell. Lord, lord. Poe shifted, pulling one leg up. "Really good rum."
"Oh, I haven't graduated to the rum yet. Maybe I ought to do that instead of a beer..."
"Sure. If you go to the bar, I'll buy." Then he'd get to watch that tight little ass all the way there.
"Yeah? Well, that's a good offer. I'll get the second round. Even us up." One square hand was offered to him, that body close enough to lick like icecream.
Poe shook it before offering money. "M' Poe. Nice to meet you..."
"Cam. Cameron Davis. What do you want from the bar?"
"Tell him I'll have another one of these." He waggled his little umbrella drink, handing it over with some cash. "He'll know."
"Sure, man. Cool." Oh, man. That ass. It had that sway thing going on as Cam fought the sand, that little tug and jiggle.