[ the comment makes tseng's eyes narrow skeptically as he gives rufus a once-over, then himself. their outfits aren't that dissimilar, all things considered, although tseng can begrudgingly admit that rufus looks slightly more beach-ready than he himself does. still, as a matter of principle— ]
Get one for yourself while you're at it, then.
[ tseng refuses to be the only one actually wearing beachwear, so if rufus won't change then he too will wear his slacks out onto the sand!
in the meantime, while rufus is gone (or not), tseng goes about making his own drink as well. he does so to rufus' specifications first, tastes it, and then decides it does actually need a little more grenadine after all, and by the time rufus reemerges tseng has figured the ratio out and is putting caps back on bottles so the liquor can stay where it is while they take their drinks back to the beach. ]
What's the verdict? [ tseng asks, regarding rufus with some amusement. ] Are we changing or going as-is?
[As though he's likely to pass up an opportunity to get Tseng half-naked in front of him, or to be equally scantily clad in Tseng's own general vicinity. It's not a far walk to the little cabana tucked away in a corner of the beach across the hall, and when he returns it's with two pairs of black board shorts in tow — one solid with thin white trim, the other patterned with spaced-out bunches of large hibiscus flowers. He also, rather obligingly, brought along one men's-sized cover-up made of sheer white mesh; he'll go without one, himself, but Tseng deserves the option either way.
Grinning, he brandishes the two swimsuits at Tseng, one in each hand.]
Pick your poison. Was I right about the balance?
[The ratios of the drinks, he means, since he can see that Tseng has finished by the time he's returned.]
You were. [ they may have slightly differing definitions of "a touch," but when it comes down to it tseng's does indeed involve more triple sec and less grenadine, so rufus was right on the balance.
on a whim, when rufus gets close enough tseng leans forward to press a kiss to his mouth, letting him taste the liquor that lingers there.
tseng takes another sip of his own drink, then sets it down on the edge of the bar so he can choose a pair of swim trunks—the ones with the hibiscus, not necessarily out of preference but because he thinks the other ones will look good on rufus. he does not take the cover-up, though—tseng isn't shy about his body, not least of all around rufus, and he already knows that he's not susceptible to sunburn, assuming that the light in here can even give a sunburn. ]
Meet you at the beach once we've changed?
[ tseng isn't shy about his body, but he does know himself well enough to know that if they strip down in front of each other they're not making it to the beach at all. ]
[He really doesn't stop to appreciate that often enough, the way they've relaxed around each other to the point that idle, impulsive kisses like that have become a daily reality when they're together. The sweetness of the alcohol clinging to Tseng's lips is the icing on the figurative cake; Rufus makes a show of licking his lips when he eventually draws back, less to pick up the lingering taste and more just to keep attention on his mouth as he does.]
I'll head over right now. Come find me when you're done.
[Such are the benefits of having the beach within his own suite: he can just walk over and change without concerns of who all might see. Which is precisely what he does, after snagging his own drink and claiming his pair of shorts, making his way to the fake oceanside and changing into his beachwear before finding a nice stretch of warm white sand to sit on, just barely out of the way of the faux surf.]
[ since it's rufus' suite and not an actual resort on the costa del sol shores, as soon as rufus is out of sight tseng does the same: strips out of his shirt and folds it and his slacks into a neat pile on one of the nearby chairs before he changes into the swimwear rufus had provided. rufus has an inch of height on him, but tseng is all muscle, and that means that the hems sit a little differently on his thighs than they might on rufus'—but they do fit, at least, save for the novelty of being dressed in swim attire at all.
once he's retrieved his drink, tseng leaves his clothes where they are and makes his way down the hall to the beachfront they'd passed on their way in. still a little amusing and a lot ridiculous, tseng thinks as he steps off the hardwood floor and directly onto soft sand, warm on the surface but cool underneath when his toes dig in as he walks. ]
Did you ask for the beach or did it come with the upgrade? [ he asks when he's close enough to be heard. tseng sinks down onto the sand next to rufus, within arms' reach but with just enough distance so as not to impede rufus drinking his cocktail. ] It suits you either way.
[ there are no beaches in midgar, but rufus looks like he was born for them anyway, sun-kissed and golden. ]
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Get one for yourself while you're at it, then.
[ tseng refuses to be the only one actually wearing beachwear, so if rufus won't change then he too will wear his slacks out onto the sand!
in the meantime, while rufus is gone (or not), tseng goes about making his own drink as well. he does so to rufus' specifications first, tastes it, and then decides it does actually need a little more grenadine after all, and by the time rufus reemerges tseng has figured the ratio out and is putting caps back on bottles so the liquor can stay where it is while they take their drinks back to the beach. ]
What's the verdict? [ tseng asks, regarding rufus with some amusement. ] Are we changing or going as-is?
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Grinning, he brandishes the two swimsuits at Tseng, one in each hand.]
Pick your poison. Was I right about the balance?
[The ratios of the drinks, he means, since he can see that Tseng has finished by the time he's returned.]
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on a whim, when rufus gets close enough tseng leans forward to press a kiss to his mouth, letting him taste the liquor that lingers there.
tseng takes another sip of his own drink, then sets it down on the edge of the bar so he can choose a pair of swim trunks—the ones with the hibiscus, not necessarily out of preference but because he thinks the other ones will look good on rufus. he does not take the cover-up, though—tseng isn't shy about his body, not least of all around rufus, and he already knows that he's not susceptible to sunburn, assuming that the light in here can even give a sunburn. ]
Meet you at the beach once we've changed?
[ tseng isn't shy about his body, but he does know himself well enough to know that if they strip down in front of each other they're not making it to the beach at all. ]
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[He really doesn't stop to appreciate that often enough, the way they've relaxed around each other to the point that idle, impulsive kisses like that have become a daily reality when they're together. The sweetness of the alcohol clinging to Tseng's lips is the icing on the figurative cake; Rufus makes a show of licking his lips when he eventually draws back, less to pick up the lingering taste and more just to keep attention on his mouth as he does.]
I'll head over right now. Come find me when you're done.
[Such are the benefits of having the beach within his own suite: he can just walk over and change without concerns of who all might see. Which is precisely what he does, after snagging his own drink and claiming his pair of shorts, making his way to the fake oceanside and changing into his beachwear before finding a nice stretch of warm white sand to sit on, just barely out of the way of the faux surf.]
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once he's retrieved his drink, tseng leaves his clothes where they are and makes his way down the hall to the beachfront they'd passed on their way in. still a little amusing and a lot ridiculous, tseng thinks as he steps off the hardwood floor and directly onto soft sand, warm on the surface but cool underneath when his toes dig in as he walks. ]
Did you ask for the beach or did it come with the upgrade? [ he asks when he's close enough to be heard. tseng sinks down onto the sand next to rufus, within arms' reach but with just enough distance so as not to impede rufus drinking his cocktail. ] It suits you either way.
[ there are no beaches in midgar, but rufus looks like he was born for them anyway, sun-kissed and golden. ]