Don't own the boys or Mog's ATF, don't *want* Temptation Island even though I could probably get it cheap at this point. I'll take the beach, though. ;) Blame this on Denise, I was just innocently reading my mail when her post gave me the idea.

Ezra rolled over on his blanket when the shadow fell over him and groaned when he saw who had cast it. "Oh no, not again! I just want to lie here in the sun and work on my tan, can't you go bother someone else for a while?"

"I don't want someone else," Chris growled, not angrily. He dropped down on the blanket uninvited and produced a bottle of suntan oil. "And if you're going to tan naked you should expect to get this kind of attention, shouldn't you? You're just lucky it's me and not that cameraman; he'd love this, you look like a centerfold layout and I am not sharing you with the rest of the country that way!"

"That's why I am all the way over here while everyone else cavorts around for his benefit in the more civilized part of the resort -- not that the powers-that-be would ever allow this episode to be aired anyway," the undercover agent smirked. His green eyes twinkled wickedly. "And anyway, this is Temptation Island, one could say I'm just doing my job. Nor was it my idea to engage in this disgusting display of market-driven carnality."

"Well it sure as hell wasn't mine," Chris retorted, pouring out a generous amount of oil into his palm and beginning to slowly stroke it over his lover's muscular chest. "But Travis said this was the only way to get us into the resort so we could follow the perp, so we'll just have to suck it up for a few more days."

Ezra put on his best mock-innocent look. "Did you just say 'suck it up', Mr. Larabee?"

Chris growled again and let his oily hand slide down to wrap around a convenient part of his lover's anatomy, smiling when Ezra gasped. "This is Temptation Island," he observed huskily. "And you are nothing if not tempting -- as a matter of fact, if that bleach-blonde beach slut follows you into the pool again I may just have to stake my claim to you right there in front of the cameras. And that goes for the redhead and the two brunettes as well." He slowly stroked the hardening flesh. "If I didn't know you were gay and not bi..."

"There's only one blond I'm interested in," Ezra gasped out. He pulled Chris down and captured his mouth possessively, not letting go until they both had to come up for air. "And the redhead is after you as well, she thinks you're a challenge and therefore more of a feather in her cap, so to speak." They kissed again, tongues dueling for dominance in a battle that neither of them lost until breathing once again became a consideration. "Should we not take this someplace other than the open beach?" the undercover agent panted. "Perhaps further inland where there's no danger of wandering cameramen?"

"Oh, I don't know." Chris shifted so that he could lap at Ezra's sensitive nipples, savoring the taste of his lover's sun-warmed flesh. "Maybe it's turning me on, the idea of someone sneaking up on us and watching me have my way with this beautiful body until you come screaming my name, let the whole world know you belong to me and no one else. Fuck Travis and the ATF."

"I'd rather not." Ezra wriggled out from under him and rolled smoothly to his feet, holding out his hand to Chris in invitation. His well-oiled skin glistened like gold in the rays of the sultry tropical sun. "But can I tempt you with...anything else?"

Chris stood himself, bringing the bottle of oil with him, and accepted the offered hand with a smile. "Well like we've both said this is Temptation Island, so I guess I'll just let you do your job, Agent Standish -- and damned if you don't do it really, really well."