A steamy romance between two bros who both thought they were straight, though they definitely are not. they have been gifted a beach house in australia for free. it is entirely empty and it's backyard is the beach, also a secluded beach where they know they won't see anybody the whole time. Each hour they must pull a paper with a dare/rule from a box, they did not put this box together but when they hear the bell they must do it or else they lose the beach house for the week. They are increasing intensity with things like "throw 3 items of clothing in the fire" or things like that and they slowly get more and more exposing and intense. They each brought just a few swimsuits and that's pretty much it, no towels really in the place.
The air in the dimly lit loft was thick with the scent of sweat and whiskey, the kind of heat that clung to skin like a second layer. The city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows pulsed in neon streaks, casting flickering shadows across the exposed brick walls. The bass from the club downstairs thrummed through the floorboards, a steady, hypnotic pulse that matched the rhythm of his heartbeat.
She had been watching him all night—this man with the sharp jawline and the way his fingers curled around the neck of his glass like he was considering breaking it.