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"Of course," he replies, fishing out some oils and lemon from the fridge. "Do you want to go to the cemetery tomorrow?" he asks as he works, fishing out a mixing bottle and some spices, the usual. "We could take some flowers to the graves." Both his mum's and Aidan's parents.
Reminds them both why they were so happy to hit the road, eh?
Kimi hooks his foot with Despil's at that sigh. They both come with their own several-generation's worth of troubles from their respective families and their businesses, unfortunately, but they've been lucky enough to steer clear of it all for the most part. Kimi hopes to keep it that way...
"... I guess worst case scenario, we could convince everyone to leave the Keys with us?" he jokes, knowing there's no way in hell that would ever happen. "Damian could follow Arie as his groupie, Midnight and Grey can float off to sea in a proper boat. I'm sure Ulysse could start a new bar somewhere way calmer than here and be happier for it... Kai and Aidan could go to a big city somewhere else..."
"Long, hard and dusty," Kimi grunts, though he looks pretty cheerful about it. "And I didn't even break down once the whole time I was on it. My baby knows how to treat me right."
Kimi owes Grey and Kai alike for that. The two older men had made sure he knew the ins and outs of his bike before he was ever licensed to drive and had drummed it hard into his head to take care of it.
The younger man chances a look over his shoulder towards Grey, content in finding the other isn't watching him, and asks, "How've things been for you and Midnight? Still floating around in that dinghy of yours?"
"If I have, that would imply I've been doing it while you're unaware, so most likely asleep, which could come across as creepy," Midnight hums, pausing here and there to kiss Grey back.
He's also very much not denying Grey's theories.
"... I definitely haven't drawn you sprawled over a couch with a pretty necklace on while you make 'fuck me' eyes at me?"
Midnight's out on the deck in the evening, idly smoking and keeping an eye out for his visitor. He's got two neatly packed giant soup thermoses full of gumbo and rice for Rook and Ulysse in the kitchen, and as promised, he's got a couple of sketchbooks and a tablet out for the bouncer to look over his art once he's there.
"That sounds good. We could go in the afternoon?"
Aidan tries not to make a big fuss of it, but a part of him is quietly relieved that Kai has suggested it and isn't obviously distressed. It had taken a while to get to this point, and he's admittedly proud that Kai got there in the end, and he wordlessly conveys as much by pressing a kiss to the bartender's other cheek.
There's humour in the twinkle in Sean's dark eyes as he smiles at Jay, then turns around when the line thins to nothing and it's their turn to order.
"So, what will you have?" he asks Jay as he leans onto the counter outside the serving window.
His eyes are a little wide as he studies Ulysse.
"Are you sure you want someone like that working at the bar?"
Jay takes a moment to look over the menu board, absently enjoying the aroma of sizzling meat and guac in the air before he says, "I'll have the fish. Seems appropriate with the beach right there, eh?"
He digs out his wallet from his pocket as he waits for Sean to order, too, offering, "Let me get lunch. As thanks for pointing me to Rook the other day."
His kiss is consuming, hungry, just as eager as his hips are to rut against Damian's. He breaks it only to mutter, "I want you inside me. If you want to handle opening me up, I suggest you do it. Otherwise I'll do it myself!"
Ulysse doesn't answer right away, instead staring steadily back at Arie as he gauges how much to tell and how. Because yeah, it sounds a bit insane, doesn't it?
"It was an accident," Ulysse says at last. "I watched the fight and went over the court case, after. He's not a killer." He's been around plenty of those, unfortunately, and while he's seen Rook's capable, he can tell from the brief encounter with the man that he doesn't have the taste for killing. "The last thing I want is a trigger happy idiot for a bouncer. Rook is not that."
"Here I thought you were going to suggest a roadtrip with the whole family. Imagine, what a stress free trip that would be..." Listening to all their yapping and babbling and fretting and bickering all the time. Despil might be a pretty social guy but he really prefers to have his private life private.
"Excuse you, the point of this little exercise is to escape the violence in this town, not to bring it on the road," Kimi snorts loudly. "Someone would be killed within the first 24 hours, jeez. Even Damian would be ready to murder someone after the first week, and I bet Aidan would let him."
"It's his dinghy but yes, we're still floating about in it," he says with a small huff. "And it's been good. Mostly. The Roadhouse sees some action, which puts Midnight on the edge, and Kai and that affects Aidan."
Grey tilts his head, considering his work for a moment before diving right back into it. "It's life, small problems, but big when you're in it."
"Would you like to?" he asks instead of laughing, taking the joke to another level. "I'm sure that could be arranged if it's a dream of yours."
He gives his lover a wink that's a lot brighter than one could have expected from him some time ago. But he's going to be in a wonderful mood as long as this truce with Kimi is going to continue.
"Don't you dare," Damian cuts in immediately, surging up to bite at Arie's lips as he slips an arm around his waist and flips them around, eyes blazing with lust. "I haven't touched you in years and the last thing I could handle is just sitting here and watching you finger yourself- jeez."
Just the thought of it has him trembling with a heady mix of torture and desire. He shakes his head and mutters against Arie's lips, "Maybe later, but not right now."
Damian's hand gropes around for the previously discarded lube, quickly uncapping it and drizzling the contents over his hand to let it warm up, not wanting to case any discomfort to Arie. He'll happily start kissing his way down Arie's body while he's waiting, pausing here and there to leave bright red marks left with loving bites and sucks. Something for Arie to admire later in the mirror.
"Ain't that the truth," Kimi sighs with a shake of the head. "... Did you ever think about just leaving it behind?"
As much as he'd joked with Despil about it, he can't help but wonder... Didn't any of their friends and family consider the option of just moving somewhere else?
Midnight giggles against Grey's lips and has to pause with his brow pressed to the mechanic's, tittering at how ridiculous his lover is being for him. "You're wonderful, you know that?" he chirps, pinching Grey's cheeks for good measure. "One of these days, let's do that. See how long I last without just throwing myself on top of you."
He's met with a blinding grin and Midnight waves as he greets, "Hey! Yeah, hop on over."
Rook's lack of uniform is noted with a little nod over his clothing in general and Midnight comments, "I guess Ulysse hasn't given you a uniform, yet. Though he never really forces people to wear it... Still, might not be a bad idea to give you some visible sign that you're the security so people don't just think you're another troublemaker."
He'll be surprised if Ulysse hasn't prepared something just for that. His brother's detail-oriented like that.
He pads barefooted across the deck, cigarette ground out in an ashtray before he carefully opens the door, greeted with an annoyed meow to which he retorts, "I'm sorry, madam, but I don't want you or your unborn young being gator bait."
The heavily pregnant cat is herded to one side so Rook can step inside after Midnight, the door quickly shut behind them. She flicks her tail in irritation, giving the men an aloof stare before wobbling off elsewhere.
Midnight shrugs and gestures for Rook to follow him, leading him through the small and tidy cabin towards the kitchen. There are bright splashes of colour everywhere in the form of woven rugs and throws, strings of beads in place of doors, and some photos hung up showing Midnight and his brothers, Grey and his brood, as well as their friends. The kitchen is just as cosy, currently smelling of gumbo even with the windows open, and Midnight pats one of the stools in passing.
"Take a seat, I'll get the coffee sorted. How do you take yours?" He also nods to the sketchbooks, explaining, "Feel free to take a look, that's a bunch of sketches with some shots of the finished pieces."
Smiling, Aidan takes the dressing from Kai once it's finished, finishing in tossing the whole salad together before bringing it to the table. "Get the plates and forks for us before you tempt me into skipping right ahead to the sex, love," he huffs.
But once everything is set down and ready, Aidan slips around to gently put a hand to Kai's chin, drawing him into a warm, lingering kiss. It's the least they can have after all this gentle teasing and promises of a lovely homecoming, later.
He considers the offer for a moment and then nods. "All right, but you'll let me treat the rest of the day. Only makes sense since I asked you out."
So it's a date then? Maybe it is. Sean would like to think so.
He orders a plate of tacos, nothing fussy and not too expensive, because he doesn't know what kind of financial situation Jay is in. He can be thoughtful like that.
He doesn't think Ulysse is gullible or easily fooled. But it wouldn't be the first time when something slipped past the fingers of a careful man.
"Hurry," he mutters as Damian starts to kiss his way down along Arie's flushed chest. A few clinks of trinkets slip away from his way and Arie arches his back to push up against Damian's mouth. "Fuck, hurry, babe, I'm ready to shoot from just thinking about you inside me."
He lets out small yelps of pleasure at the sharp bites, shivering under sucking kisses while his fingers entwine in Damian's messy hair. And all the while, he pushes up his knees, letting them fall wide apart for Damian to nestle between, his hips rocking up and down restlessly as if begging to be touched.
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