Mysterybox

Lily whistled at the brown and perfectly tanned surfer walking out of the waves.

“You don’t even know him.”

“I don’t need to know him to appreciate his perfectly toned abs.” She moved her sunglasses down her nose as she said it, to get a better look at the – Remus had to admit it – very muscular figure.

Remus shook his head and went back to his book. He’d only gone to the beach because Lily had wanted to go, and he hadn’t wanted to leave her alone on a strange continent. Also, as she had soundly argued, what point was there to travel to Australia and not go to the beach to check out surfers.

For Remus the point clearly was koalas and kangaroos and other wildlife to be found only on this unique and beautiful continent, but she still had a point.

He was getting lost in his book again when she nudged him, making him look up.

“There’s something for you,” she said, nodding in the direction of another surfer. This one white but still nicely tanned, with a braid of black hair reaching down between his shoulder blades, and tattoos covering his body.

He and the first guy greeted each other with a complicated handshake before tugging their surfboards under their arms and running straight in the ocean.

Lily whistled again. “Nice ass, too.”

She knew his taste too well.

She also couldn’t know this, so he didn’t reply and instead pretended to be go back to his book, all the while shooting glances up at the surfers. They’d paddle leisurely in the water only to then stand up and gracefully ride the waves. It looked incredibly easy when they did it, though other surfers crashing into the waves in their attempts showed that it certainly was not.

As the guy with the tattoos crashed into a particularly strong wave and was swallowed by the water, Remus took in a sharp breath, only to release it again when the black-haired head showed up bobbing in the ocean again. If Lily noticed, she thankfully didn’t mention it.

Maybe an hour later the two paddled back to shore, water trailing down their bodies as they stood up. Back on the beach, the one with the tattoos took out his braid and shook his head like a dog, spraying water everywhere. And then he looked over and caught Remus’ eye. And to Remus’ absolute horror, the guy smiled and winked.

Remus quickly looked back down at his book, pretending to be reading, but feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up his neck.

He noticed Lily next to him straightening up.

“Oh. Oh my god, they’re coming over,” she said panicky. “Remus, stay chill.”

Remus was anything but chill.

Lily, however, put on her beautiful smile, knowing she looked sexy in her red bikini, while Remus has barely ever felt more out of place in his shorts, t-shirt, and bucket hat to protect him from the sun.

The two incredibly two hot surfers did indeed walk over to them, and when the tattooed one flashed him a dazzling smile and said, “Hi. Name’s Sirius. You ever tried surfing?” in an Australian accent, Remus’s fate was sealed.