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[#113] Beneath The Stars (FAKE)
Theme Prompt: #113 – Bonfire
Title: Beneath The Stars
Fandom: FAKE
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Far from civilisation, De and Ryo have the secluded beach all to themselves, so why not enjoy a beach barbecue beneath the stars?
“Come on, Dee!” Ryo called from further up the beach. “Don’t just lie there. Give me a hand with this; it’s heavy!”
Dee stirred from his half-doze and turned to see his lover attempting to drag a large piece of driftwood across the sand. He was inching it across the loose, dry surface, putting all of his strength into it, and Dee frowned, baffled. Sometimes Ryo was downright weird
“Are you crazy? Whaddaya want a big stick for?”
Ryo paused for a moment, dropping the weathered branch and standing with hands on knees, breathing hard. “Beach bonfire,” he finally said once he’d got his breath back.
“Why d’ya wanna build a fire when we’ve got a perfectly good stove on the boat?” Their cabin cruiser had a well-stocked galley with all the mod cons. It even had a microwave.
The lovers had dropped anchor in this remote cove earlier in the afternoon, deciding it was a good place to spend the night. Rowing the dinghy to shore they’d taken a walk to stretch their legs, then changed into their trunks and gone swimming before stretching out on the rocks to dry.
Now Ryo, still barefoot but dressed in jeans and t-shirt, was once again trying to drag his branch closer to the rocks. He glanced at Dee, an exasperated expression on his face.
“Look around you, we’ve got this whole beach to ourselves! I thought a bonfire would be romantic. We can bake potatoes, cook sausages and marshmallows over the flames, have a sort of beach barbecue while the sun goes down and the stars come out, but if you’d rather not...” He dropped his branch, abandoning it with a shrug. “Might as well just go back to the boat and stay there.”
“No!” Dee scrambled down off the rocks, tugging his jeans on over his trunks, which were dry now, and stumbling over the dry sand towards his lover. “A beach barbecue sounds great! Ya couldn’t find somethin’ a bit more manageable though?” He eyed the massive dead branch. “There’s gotta be smaller pieces of driftwood.”
“There are, and I’ll collect some in a while, it just seemed sensible to get the biggest bit first.”
“Sensible? Not the word I would’a used, but I guess we’ll get a good blaze goin’ with this.” Dee got a grip on the branch, and between them, the two men managed to pull it over to a spot maybe a dozen yards from the rocks.
They fetched some more large chunks of driftwood, and then several armloads of smaller pieces for kindling. Ryo dug a firepit, surrounding it with stones, while Dee broke the larger branches into more manageable pieces with the help of the small axe Ryo had stowed in the dinghy before leaving the boat. He’d brought along other essentials too, such as a six-pack of beer on ice, sodas, a pack of sausages, crammed into the cooler with their beverages, a saucepan and a can of beans, potatoes already wrapped in foil, and a big bag of marshmallows.
“You had this all planned,” Dee accused as Ryo unloaded things.
“Of course I did, I always prefer to plan ahead. Put the potatoes around the edge of the pit and I’ll light the bonfire, then we can get everything else set out while they’re cooking. They’re going to need about an hour.”
Before long they had a good blaze going. Between them they spread a blanket nearby, anchoring the corners with rocks, and while Ryo set out the plates, cutlery, and other utensils, Dee opened two beers, handing one to his lover. As the sun vanished below the horizon and twilight settled over the beach, they sat watching the flames dance, and talking quietly, Ryo occasionally turning their potatoes with a long-handled barbecue fork.
When the potatoes had been cooking for maybe forty-five minutes, Ryo opened the can of beans, tipping them into the saucepan and setting it on a flat rock at the edge of the flames. Poking sticks into a couple of sausages, he and Dee held them in the fire, listening to them spit and sizzle as they cooked.
“Somehow sausages always taste better cooked this way,” Ryo said a while later as they ate baked beans, jacket potatoes drenched in butter, and sausages that were almost black on the outside, but piping hot and juicy in the middle.
“Mm,” Dee mumbled, his mouth full. “S’good!”
“Worth the effort of gathering every stick of driftwood on the beach?” Ryo turned a teasing smile Dee’s way.
Dee grinned back at his lover. “We didn’t get all of it, I think there were still a few branches down the far end, but yeah, well worth it. Are there any more sausages?”
Ryo passed him the packet. “Help yourself.”
“Don’t mind if I do. Wonder if I can cook two at the same time…” Dee jammed two sausages on his stick and held it in the flames, taking a swig from his third beer as he listened to the fire crackle. “All we need now is some music. Next time we take the boat out maybe I should bring my guitar.”
“Music… Knew I’d forgotten something.” Ryo abandoned his plate and made his way around to the other side of the rocks, where the dinghy had been pulled up on the sand, well above the high tide line. Rummaging about, he found the boombox they kept aboard the cruiser, checked the batteries, grabbed a case containing a few CDs, and returned to the bonfire. “Okay, here we go.”
Choosing a CD, he put it on, with the sound turned low. Quiet music drifted around them, blending with the crackling of the fire and the soft susurrus of the waves.
“Perfect.” Dee sighed, taking a bite from one of his sausages. “This was a great idea, babe.”
Sitting on the beach in the gathering dark, basking in the glow of their fire, the real world could have been a million miles away.
The End
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