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Wade missed Peter. Yeah, he’d seen him yesterday, but that was only for an hour.
They’d had to cut the meeting short when another couple found their secluded little beach, forcing Peter to hide in the ocean. As much as they hated it, they both knew the dangers of others seeing Peter’s tail.
Wade didn’t know what he’d do if they were interrupted again. He couldn’t stand to spend so little time with Peter. It was like the world’s worst long distance relationship.
He was on his way to meet Peter now. They’d decided on the early morning, hoping it would ensure the beach is empty. As usual, Wade arrived early to scope out the beach.
Well, ‘beach’ may not be the best word. It was mostly large rocks, with pockets of sand every few feet. Due to the sharp rocks, the couple was usually left undisturbed. Wade had cut himself many times on these rocks, but thankfully the wounds were always gone before Peter could see.
It didn’t bother Wade. Anything to see Peter.
He made his way to their little alcove, partially hidden by tall rocks. It was perfect for the two of them. There was sand for Wade to sit on and it was right by the water.
Wade set down his bag, making sure to keep it out of reach of the small waves. He still had several minutes before Peter was supposed to arrive, so he stripped down to his swim trunks and got comfortable, feet in the water.
Today was a good skin day. His scars didn’t bother him much for now, more of a slight discomfort than a pain.
At first he’d been reluctant to let Peter anywhere near his scars, worried he’d scare him off, but the boy had been so kind. So gentle.
Wade had been smitten. Still was.
It felt completely natural to sit there in his trunks, laying in the sand as he waited for his boyfriend. Finally, several minutes later, Wade heard something break the surface a few feet away.
He didn’t have to look up to know it was Peter, but he still did. There was Peter, attempting to crawl closer to Wade.
“Hey baby boy,” Wade said, unable to fight the wide smile growing on his face. Seeing Peter struggle to get closer, he quickly scooted himself so he was waist deep in the water sitting down.
“I missed you,” Peter admitted as he situated himself so he was in Wade’s lap. As usual, Wade couldn’t keep himself from staring at the boy’s delicate silver-blue tail.
God damn how is his boyfriend so beautiful.
As way of response, Wade pulled him into a deep kiss, caressing the sides of his face. They kept this up for several minutes until Peter pulled away, out of breath.
Wade took this as his cue to pick Peter up bridal style, setting him down a few feet up the shore so only the edge of his tail was in the surf.
Yeah, Peter could’ve gotten up there himself, but Wade was a gentleman. And he likes to hold his baby boy. Sue him.
He plopped down next to him, bag in lap.
“Ok, I’ve got some new stuff,” he said, opening the bag. He’d thought it was impossible, but Peter’s eyes lit up even more.
“First,” Wade said, pulling out a small plastic container, “a cupcake.”
He opened the container, revealing a vanilla cupcake with blue frosting, adorned with a plastic ring of a mermaid tail.
“Ha,” Peter deadpanned, reaching for the cupcake. He carefully split it in half, giving the rest to Wade.
The thing is, there wasn’t a large variety of food in the ocean. Peter had grown up eating mostly bland food. When Wade had found out, he’d decided it was his new purpose in life to introduce Peter to the magic that is good food. They’d quickly discovered he loved dessert. No surprise there.
Peter tentatively held the cupcake up to his mouth. He’d heard Wade boast about them before, and he wanted to make sure he remembered this moment.
He looked at his boyfriend as they both took a bite. Oh yeah. He wasn’t gonna forget this anytime soon.
He finished his cupcake in seconds, so Wade gave him his half, glad he liked it.
They lay on their backs in the sand, holding each other lovingly. Wade told Peter about his day and vice versa.
They’d been cuddling in silence for maybe a half hour when Wade bolted up. He looked over to find Peter dozing next to him.
“Peter.” He shook the boy’s shoulder. “Peter, wake up!”
The merman blearily opened his eyes, smiling when he saw Wade’s face. “Hey, honey.”
“Someone’s coming,” he said hurriedly.
As soon as he said it, Peter knew Wade was right. The merman has abnormally good hearing, and now that he focused he could hear two sets of footsteps pounding alarmingly close. Thankfully, the couple was still hidden by the rocks.
Peter pressed a chaste kiss to Wade’s lips before pushing himself towards the water.
“I love you,” Peter whispered as Wade helped him move. They’d been sitting in the sun so long that his tail had dried, making it harder to move across the sand.
No sooner had Peter disappeared beneath the waves when a voice cried out from behind Wade.
“Holy shit! What was that!”