Jay snorts and meets that quick glance with a knowing smirk. "Something tells me it's not gonna be so simple as a ticket with a petty sum to cough up," he hums. "Maybe I'd be okay with a 'fine' depending on what you come up with..."
Sean grins as he lets his gaze flicker at Jay again, this time lowering purposefully down over his body.
"I'm sure I could think of something," Sean hums under his breath without a hint of shame, then laughs merrily as he finally rounds the car towards the harbour. Keys isn't a big place, distances are quick to cover.
"That's the boat," he says, pointing towards a vintage looking cruiser boat. Despite the old fashioned look, the boat is in pristine condition, obviously well taken care of. "It's not the fastest in the harbour," Sean continues with a soft chuckle and he's very right. There are quite a bit of muscle boats all over the place in shining white colours. "But it's reliable and affordable for a couple of guys, who don't have a fortune."
Jay whistles on seeing the boat. "Not a bad ride," he comments, quietly appreciative of the quality of the boat and not all that bothered that there are 'fancier' rigs all around. He's a fan of the classics, what can he say?
He smirks and glances at Sean again, asking drily, "How many lucky guys and gals have you brought a'board, hm? Seems a good place to have the excuse to rub a little oil around."
Something he's guessing Sean wouldn't mind doing for him after that pointed once-over he got.
Laughing, Sean slips out of the truck and goes to retrieve their shoppings from the back.
"I don't kiss and tell," he throws back with a grin and a wink. In fact there hasn't been that many. Jay might think he is a regular Casanova and Sean is fine with that misconception for now. Because he wants to keep things casual and not scare off the lanky bird.
Sean is not exactly what you might call 'loose'. He barely has explored his options outside of the deal he has with Ulysse. Mostly because he doesn't believe in sleeping around. Every dallying he engages in has the potential of becoming more, which is why he tends to treat every date he has as the first of many.
Snorting at the guarantee, Jay helps with unloading the truck before they can stroll over to the boat. "Good to know you're a man of honour," he murmurs. It takes a moment for him to find his feet as they climb into the boat because as a city boy, he's hardly had that much experience in a boat of all things, but he's adaptive and nimble. It's still going to take more than one visit to the water to make him look completely comfortable, though.
They secure the cooler and the shoppings in the cabin, tucked under a table and locked in place. Sean gives Jay's footwear a glance and pulls out a pair of deck shoes from one of the cabins, gesturing for him to change them on. Sean kicks off his own flipflops as well and grabs two jackets to stuff into a compartment near the steering wheel just in case they'll get chilly later on.
"Out to the islands at the sea," he throws back when he undoes the mooring lines from the dock. Once that's done, he returns to the steering wheel and starts turning on the engines. "It's going to be a little bit of a ride out to the sea."
Jay might take the deck shoes but he doesn't change into them just yet, opting to instead go barefoot so he can get familiar with the feel of the rocking boat under him. He picks a spot close to the steering wheel to sit, watching Sean's profile in between admiring the view as they start to pull away from the harbour. "Yeah? How long do you think?" he asks, not really caring because it's not as if he's got somewhere else to be.
"Just some half an hour to reach the further out islands. I'm not taking you to some tourist trap," Sean grins as he smoothly manoeuvres them out of the harbour. Having a small, agile boat is pretty nice, getting out of the mess of muscle boats is easy as breathing.
However, he doesn't want to attract any unwanted attention, so he keeps the going easy and sweet until they reach open water.
Not that Jay thinks Sean's leading him to his demise.
He takes a moment to prowl about the deck while Sean gets them moving, taking note of the safety gear, how far they're getting from the other boats and so on. Then Jay eventually comes to sit again and takes to watching Sean again, smirking as he asks, "Do road safety rules apply out here, or can I get you a drink while you take us out?"
They're still going at a mild speed and this particular boat doesn't really gear up to any wild mileage in any case. Sean shakes his head and gestures Jay to join him at the steering wheel.
"It's better not to hold a beer while driving at least. Even a corrupt cop might take that as an invitation."
He makes room at the wheel, reaching out to draw Jay between himself and the wheel, letting his hand linger on Jay's waist.
Handsy, isn't he? Just as well Jay's feeling relaxed and doesn't just retaliate with a punch, simply smiling with mild amusement as he's tucked in against Sean's front and suddenly behind the wheel.
"I'm pretty sure there are laws against having someone without a license driving the boat..." Jay muses even as he takes the wheel. "Guess I can count on you to argue with the coast guard if we get flagged?"
"I'm going to throw you over the board and pretend I was out here alone," Sean teases as he reaches over Jay's shoulder to point at the distance. "You see the rock rising from the ocean there, like a jagged tooth. You want to keep us on the right side of it. But when we're past it, head to the left."
He isn't going to step away, because Keys is notoriously hard to navigate and he has no desire to find a hole in the bottom of his boat. But he lets go of the wheel and steps back a little, just enough that he isn't actually forcing himself on Jay's personal space. Because he wasn't invited there just yet.
It's a shame that Sean steps back, because Jay was rather enjoying that warm bulk against him. But they aren't quite there, yet, and Jay's not about to push to be there already. Give them time with a few beers and making some more flirty comments, maybe.
"All right, I think I can do that." It seems straightforward enough, right? He then tosses a playful little smirk over his shoulder as he asks, "Is this your opportunity to drink while you put me to work, then?"
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you're trying to get me drunk, Mr. Bishop." Sean laughs but swaggers away to the cabin while Jay is driving them onward at a reasonable pace.
Coming back with just one bottle, Sean offers it to his date while he takes his earlier place, scouting the scenery past Jay's shoulder. "We can share one."
As much as he jokes, he isn't about to break the law.
"If you get drunk off of one beer, you've got no one else to blame but yourself for being a lightweight," Jay scoffs, though he still toasts Sean with the bottle as he takes a sip. Then he's holding it back for the cop to take a drink himself, clearly unbothered about swapping spit by proxy. "Maybe I should stay sober to be your designated driver, then."
"Maybe I am a light weight," Sean teases as he picks up the beer and takes a swig from it. "Would you think less of me if I were?"
Practically living in the roadhouse most of the nights, he has built quite a bit of resistance to alcohol along the years. But it's pretty rare to see Sean actually drunk. He doesn't like it, probably because his dad drank quite a bit. Enough to kill himself with it.
Jay snorts and shakes his head, both hands now on the wheel and eyes ahead. "I'm scum, but I don't shame people for their biological shortcomings," he reassures Sean. "So long as you don't go and be an idiot drinking yourself under the table despite knowing you're a lightweight."
He's only partially joking, there, because if there's one thing he and his brother share in common is that they don't suffer fools.
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Jay snorts and meets that quick glance with a knowing smirk. "Something tells me it's not gonna be so simple as a ticket with a petty sum to cough up," he hums. "Maybe I'd be okay with a 'fine' depending on what you come up with..."
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"I'm sure I could think of something," Sean hums under his breath without a hint of shame, then laughs merrily as he finally rounds the car towards the harbour. Keys isn't a big place, distances are quick to cover.
"That's the boat," he says, pointing towards a vintage looking cruiser boat. Despite the old fashioned look, the boat is in pristine condition, obviously well taken care of. "It's not the fastest in the harbour," Sean continues with a soft chuckle and he's very right. There are quite a bit of muscle boats all over the place in shining white colours. "But it's reliable and affordable for a couple of guys, who don't have a fortune."
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Jay whistles on seeing the boat. "Not a bad ride," he comments, quietly appreciative of the quality of the boat and not all that bothered that there are 'fancier' rigs all around. He's a fan of the classics, what can he say?
He smirks and glances at Sean again, asking drily, "How many lucky guys and gals have you brought a'board, hm? Seems a good place to have the excuse to rub a little oil around."
Something he's guessing Sean wouldn't mind doing for him after that pointed once-over he got.
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"I don't kiss and tell," he throws back with a grin and a wink. In fact there hasn't been that many. Jay might think he is a regular Casanova and Sean is fine with that misconception for now. Because he wants to keep things casual and not scare off the lanky bird.
Sean is not exactly what you might call 'loose'. He barely has explored his options outside of the deal he has with Ulysse. Mostly because he doesn't believe in sleeping around. Every dallying he engages in has the potential of becoming more, which is why he tends to treat every date he has as the first of many.
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Snorting at the guarantee, Jay helps with unloading the truck before they can stroll over to the boat. "Good to know you're a man of honour," he murmurs. It takes a moment for him to find his feet as they climb into the boat because as a city boy, he's hardly had that much experience in a boat of all things, but he's adaptive and nimble. It's still going to take more than one visit to the water to make him look completely comfortable, though.
"All right, captain, where are we off to?"
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"Out to the islands at the sea," he throws back when he undoes the mooring lines from the dock. Once that's done, he returns to the steering wheel and starts turning on the engines. "It's going to be a little bit of a ride out to the sea."
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Jay might take the deck shoes but he doesn't change into them just yet, opting to instead go barefoot so he can get familiar with the feel of the rocking boat under him. He picks a spot close to the steering wheel to sit, watching Sean's profile in between admiring the view as they start to pull away from the harbour. "Yeah? How long do you think?" he asks, not really caring because it's not as if he's got somewhere else to be.
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However, he doesn't want to attract any unwanted attention, so he keeps the going easy and sweet until they reach open water.
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"Just a regular trap, hm?"
Not that Jay thinks Sean's leading him to his demise.
He takes a moment to prowl about the deck while Sean gets them moving, taking note of the safety gear, how far they're getting from the other boats and so on. Then Jay eventually comes to sit again and takes to watching Sean again, smirking as he asks, "Do road safety rules apply out here, or can I get you a drink while you take us out?"
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"It's better not to hold a beer while driving at least. Even a corrupt cop might take that as an invitation."
He makes room at the wheel, reaching out to draw Jay between himself and the wheel, letting his hand linger on Jay's waist.
"Grab the wheel?"
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Handsy, isn't he? Just as well Jay's feeling relaxed and doesn't just retaliate with a punch, simply smiling with mild amusement as he's tucked in against Sean's front and suddenly behind the wheel.
"I'm pretty sure there are laws against having someone without a license driving the boat..." Jay muses even as he takes the wheel. "Guess I can count on you to argue with the coast guard if we get flagged?"
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He isn't going to step away, because Keys is notoriously hard to navigate and he has no desire to find a hole in the bottom of his boat. But he lets go of the wheel and steps back a little, just enough that he isn't actually forcing himself on Jay's personal space. Because he wasn't invited there just yet.
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It's a shame that Sean steps back, because Jay was rather enjoying that warm bulk against him. But they aren't quite there, yet, and Jay's not about to push to be there already. Give them time with a few beers and making some more flirty comments, maybe.
"All right, I think I can do that." It seems straightforward enough, right? He then tosses a playful little smirk over his shoulder as he asks, "Is this your opportunity to drink while you put me to work, then?"
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Coming back with just one bottle, Sean offers it to his date while he takes his earlier place, scouting the scenery past Jay's shoulder. "We can share one."
As much as he jokes, he isn't about to break the law.
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"If you get drunk off of one beer, you've got no one else to blame but yourself for being a lightweight," Jay scoffs, though he still toasts Sean with the bottle as he takes a sip. Then he's holding it back for the cop to take a drink himself, clearly unbothered about swapping spit by proxy. "Maybe I should stay sober to be your designated driver, then."
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Practically living in the roadhouse most of the nights, he has built quite a bit of resistance to alcohol along the years. But it's pretty rare to see Sean actually drunk. He doesn't like it, probably because his dad drank quite a bit. Enough to kill himself with it.
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Jay snorts and shakes his head, both hands now on the wheel and eyes ahead. "I'm scum, but I don't shame people for their biological shortcomings," he reassures Sean. "So long as you don't go and be an idiot drinking yourself under the table despite knowing you're a lightweight."
He's only partially joking, there, because if there's one thing he and his brother share in common is that they don't suffer fools.