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Sahar wasn’t someone who cared all that much about his fame or what people thought about him personally. However whenever someone talked about his movies, or rather their opinions of his movies, he was all years. The reason he made movies was in order to tell stories that he felt people should hear. So when he noticed someone who had reviewed one of his movies on a podcast, he approached. “Hello... I’m terrible sorry and I don’t mean to disrupt you, but I think you’ve reviewed one of my movies and I wanted to thank you.” He had a warm smile on his face. “It means a lot to me whenever anyone takes time to put their opinions out there.” He laughed easily and smiled at the other. “Your show... It was a podcast, right? I don’t remember the name, but I’m pretty sure I remember the review.”

Shaking his head, Ocean wouldn’t let him downplay his appeal.  “No, I’m not,” he disagreed.  “You’re really fascinating, both the life you live and who you are as a person.”  Ocean was about to say that meanwhile he was just a simple lifeguard from some commune in California, but he was trying not to be so down on himself, even if doing so now meant Sahar would kiss him; he’d rather earn those kisses in a better way.  “Plus you’re so sweet and kind and like amazingly sexy,” Ocean went on.  “I guess sometimes God does give with both hands.”  Did Sahar have a flaw?  Probably because everyone did, but Ocean had yet to find it.  “I feel lucky too,” Ocean replied, and then he laughed at Sahar’s response to his next comment.  “Busted,” he joked.  “That was my secret plan all along.  I guess I don’t need an excuse to kiss you though, do I?”  Pressed against Sahar’s side, Ocean turned his head to kiss him on the cheek.

“Part of it’s my fault,” Ocean admitted.  “I can be…closed off.”  It wasn’t really his fault, Ocean knew that - Steven had made him that way, though he supposed he had only himself to blame for perpetuating that aspect of who he now was.  Ocean had it in him to change, he just had to believe that he could.  “Somehow you broke down my barriers though,” Ocean told Sahar, “though I guess not many people felt it was worth it to try.”  Some people had though, especially since he’d come to the island.  They were inside the restaurant now, and Ocean was charmed by how much of a gentleman Sahar was being, thought it didn’t really surprise him; that was just who Sahar was.  “Thank you,” Ocean said, and once they were seated, he reached across the table to grab the other man’s hand.  “You should know that every time you do something like that, I catalogue it in my mind to reward you later.”

Sahar smiled at the other and shrugged slightly as the other called him fascinating. It was high praise, that was certain. “Well thank you. You’re far too kind to me.” He gave a soft laugh and smiled at the other as the other continued to heap praise onto him. “I swear you’re just trying to butter me up.” He nudged the other gently and looked down at him. “No. No excuses are needed at all. I’m more than happy to kiss you whenever you want. All you have to do is ask... or just kiss me first if we’re being entirely honest.” He gave a soft chuckle and winked at the other playfully.

Grayson smiled at Sahar and raised his brows when he mentioned he liked savory flavors. “So, does that mean you like or even know how to cook, or are you more of an eating out kind of man?” He chuckled and  raised his brows playfully. “Not that eating out is a bad thing, after all,” he mused, making a double entendre. They could talk about geodes and photography later, but right now, he felt like teasing Sahar a little to see what got the man going a bit.

Sahar smiled at the other and tilted his head slightly. “I like both. During filming I like to eat out or get room service. But when I’m not working I tend to cook for myself more often.” He gave a soft laugh and shrugged. “So recently I’ve been cooking a lot more for myself.” He chuckled at the other and tilted his head. “What about you? Are you a chef at home? Or do you prefer if the food is made by someone else?”

“Maybe to you it’s just work, but it’s really cool to me,” Ocean replied, wishing he could think of a word other than cool to describe what he thought of Sahar’s profession.  “Honestly you’re one of the most interesting guys I’ve ever met,” he told Sahar, “and now we’re on a date.  Wild.”  He’d already made it pretty clear that he couldn’t believe this was happening.  Sahar’s reaction to Ocean’s self-deprecating joke (that wasn’t fully a joke in Ocean’s eyes) was so sweet, and it made the younger man smile.  Nodding, Ocean said, “I promise.  I can do that for you, but only if you promise to kiss me whenever you notice me starting to feel that way.”  That would definitely be a good way to get his mind off of those negative feelings.

It was nice walking with Sahar like this, so close.  “I haven’t actually been on a date in a long time,” Ocean revealed.  Even at the end of his relationship with Steven, they hadn’t been going on them.  And now he was on one with one of the hottest men he’d ever seen, and this man found him sexy too.  Yeah, this definitely had to be a dream.  They had reached the restaurant now, but before they went in, Ocean turned to Sahar and kissed him passionately, a deep, dirty kiss that Ocean felt might be a little obscene to do in public, but he didn’t care.  When he pulled away feeling a little breathless, Ocean said, “I’m not the only sexy one here.  And part of why I’m feeling confident right now is because of you.”  Smiling at the man, Ocean then asked, “Are you ready to go in?”

Sahar smiled at the other and nodded his head when the other said his job was cool. He understood that view and had even thought very much the same when he was younger and it was all so new to him. “Me? Oh I doubt that. I think you’ve just given me far too much credit.” He looked over at the other. “But I am glad that we’re on a date. I feel entirely lucky.” He smiled at the other and nodded his head. “Happily. But I better not see you start to use that to get a bunch of free kisses.” He winked at the other playfully and hugged him closer against his side. “I’ll just be sure to keep complimenting you until you one day believe it.”

“Oh god, I was looking at some of the prices for a camera. It made me cringe when seeing it,” Tamsen chuckled, shaking his head. “Vintage camera I can understand being a little pricey, but newer camera or lens that is just as expensive as cars??” He exclaimed.

“You think they are good?” he brightened, smiling big. Tamsen felt happy and proud that Sahar was praising him for the photos. “Yes! I think that would be great. We could do it together! I don’t mind at all,” he put his phone away and continued to fiddle with the instant film camera.

Sahar laughed easily. “I have some cameras I haven’t used in awhile. If you’d like you could have them if you want.” He knew that breaking into photography as a hobby could be a rather difficult task and he always wanted to help someone break into the thing he loved the most.

“I do! It’s clear that you really love these animals and it shows in the photos.” He smiled at the other and nodded his head at the other. “Sounds like fun. Just tell me a time to show up and I’ll happily do it for you.” He nodded his head and smiled brightly at the other.

“It’s still so cool to me that you worked on movies,” Ocean said when Sahar mentioned that part of his life.  “It’s really impressive.”  What he didn’t say was that it was yet another reason this didn’t make any sense to Ocean - he was just a lifeguard, after all, which was not even close to being on the same level.  But he was working on being more self-confident, even if it felt like a daunting task.  “You don’t have to get fireworks to make this special,” Ocean told Sahar, reaching over with the hand not holding the other man’s to rub his forearm, leaning into him as they walked.  “What could be better than spending time with me?” Ocean asked, laughing.  “How much time do we have?  I’ve got a long list.”  Realizing how that sounded, Ocean clarified, “I’m just kidding.  You’ve got me all night, by the way, so we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other even more.”  And Ocean was surprised to find himself hoping that do that by more than just talking.

When Sahar kissed his cheek, Ocean broke into a wide smile, feeling heady from it.  And he didn’t stop it there:  he pulled Sahar toward him into a confident kiss, which surprised Ocean just as much as it probably surprised Sahar.  “There, that’s better,” he said when he broke the kiss, just looking at his date and smiling.  “I didn’t used to be able to do that,” Ocean told Sahar has they continued walking.  “I wouldn’t have been able to be so bold even a few weeks ago.”

“Well thank you. I don’t really think about that part of my life being cool. To me it’s just work, you know? But I’m happy to answer any questions you have.” He grinned easily at the other and nodded his head at the other, wanting to make it clear that anything Ocean wanted to know, Sahar would be happy to answer. He smiled brightly at the other and shook his head. “Now, now. I’ve told you that I don’t like those kinds of jokes. You’re an amazing guy and I want you to recognize that.” He cupped the other’s face, pulling the other closer against his body as he paused their walking for a moment so he could look down into Ocean’s eyes. “Promise me that when you’re with me you’ll resist the urge to be so down on yourself?”

“Not everyone has one specific favorite thing to eat. I mean, some people just like a type of food– like sweets over salty… more broad sort of things,” he shrugged. Gray had to laugh when Sahar said he woudln’t ever eat pineapples again without thinking of Gray, and it felt like an accomplishment somehow. When Sahar mentioned he liked pretty rocks, and a collection of photos of rocks, Gray chuckled. “So you like rocks, but you have photos of rocks? Do you ever collect actual stones? Like… do you have any of those like… amethyst nodes cut in half that have all the sparkly bits inside? Cause not gonna lie, those are pretty cool. I’ve seen some weirdly shaped rocks out on the cliffs. And some pretty formations.”

Sahar smiled at the other and nodded his head. “I tend to enjoy more savory flavors.” He smiled at the other and shrugged. “No... I don’t actually have any rocks. I feel like taking them out of their environment would spoil the beauty so I just tend to take photos and keep those. I have a whole album of them. I’d be happy to show you some time. I mean if you want. I understand that it can be a bit of a niche interest.” He gave a soft laugh and rubbed the back of his neck, smiling softly at the other. “Oh, Geodes? They’re pretty cool. But I tend to like the ones I come across in nature a bit more, if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Ocean agreed, though really he lived in the Salt Flats mostly because it was all he could afford. Even so, it was definitely enough. “I’m not a very material person anyway,” he went on, “which probably is because of growing up on the commune.” Hugging Sahar was nice. He was so solid and firm yet sweet and tender and warm; Ocean felt like he could hug Sahar forever. But he pulled away before the hug got weird, smiling at the man’s words. “It was very memorable, yes,” he responded, smirking. “Do you really think tonight will be as fun?” Honestly Ocean hoped so, feeling like something had awoken inside him since coming here, which had been kind of the point. Walking hand in hand, Ocean considered it and decided, “I think this is our first real date,” happy to have confirmation that this was in fact one. “Before was us just…getting to know each other,” he added, though Ocean immediately began to laugh. That was one way to think of it, he supposed. It was nice walking out under the stars, and Ocean would have been fine with just this being the date, even though he was hungry. “As much as I liked living on the commune, being able to walk to the beach everyday is kind of special,” Ocean said, “though I wonder if it’ll get old after awhile. Maybe things are only special when they’re rare.” As they walked, Ocean told Sahar, “I keep feeling like I’m in a dream. A good one.” He still couldn’t understand someone like Sahar wanting to go on a date with him.

Sahar smiled at the other and nodded his head. “I understand. I’m not a particularly materialistic either. Mostly I own things relating to film which is both my job and my hobby.” He shrugged. “But I don’t have very many objects unrelated to that.” He gave a small smile at the other as they continued to walk. “I certainly hope it will. If not I’ll have to see if I can get some more fireworks to make the night special again.” He laughed easily and tilted his head. “Aren’t dates just meant to get to know one another?” He squeezed the other’s hand gently. “But I don’t really care what we call it. I’m just glad to spend time with you again. What could be better than that?”

Ocean was getting more and more nervous as he waited for Sahar, and he tried to calm down, not wanting to be weird or awkward.  Just relax, he told himself.  You were naked with him last time and touching each other’s dicks, so this is nothing compared to that.  But that wasn’t exactly true.  Somehow a date felt more intimate to Ocean than making out and jerking each other off, though Ocean had spent the night.  After what seemed like no time at all, there was a knock on his door, and Ocean rushed to answer it, tripping on his way.  His knees hit the floor with a thud, one he was sure Sahar probably heard, but Ocean just got to his feet and made his way to the door.  Upon seeing Sahar, Ocean’s fears and apprehensions melted away, and he was beaming; Sahar just had that effect on him.  "Hi, Sahar,“ he greeted the man simply.  With the lights on, it was possible for Sahar to see into his apartment, and Ocean acknowledged, "It’s no like your villa, but it’s enough for me.”  He smiled into the kiss, and before Sahar could pull away, Ocean wrapped his arms around the man in a hug.  "I’ve been thinking about doing that since the last time we were together,“ he admitted, face against Sahar’s shoulder.  When he pulled away, Ocean added with a mischievous look on his face, "Well that and other things.”  He thought Sahar would know what he meant.  "I’m ready, yeah,“ he said, closing and locking the door behind him, and then the pair set off, Ocean reaching over to grab Sahar’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Outside, the pair walked hand in hand, and Ocean looked up at the stars.  "It’s so beautiful here and reminds me of the commune in a lot of ways,” Ocean told the other man.  "I feel so connected with nature there, and I do here too.  It’s when I’m at my happiest…I could never live in a big city like NYC.“  He realized then that he wasn’t sure where they were going, so Ocean asked, "Are we walking?  Or are we driving?  Or biking?”  There were a lot of bicycles chained in front of the building, including Ocean’s own, so maybe one was Sahar’s.

Sahar smiled at the other and licked over his lips. He noticed the other’s apartment, but shook his head as Ocean mentioned it being enough. “You don’t have to explain. If you like it, then it’s perfect, isn’t it?” He smiled softly and hugged the other back and gently rubbed the other’s back, giving a soft laugh. “Oh? I’m glad that I made such a memory. Hopefully I can keep up the streak and make tonight just as amazing for you.” He smiled and took a step back, waiting for Ocean to lock his door before taking the other’s hand so they could begin walking. “I’m glad that you agreed to a second date... or perhaps a first one? I’m honestly not sure what to call this.” He laughed easily and shrugged.

Feeling the fingers inside him, Carter couldn’t help but moan. His eyes rolling back in his head slightly, he let out a soft noise, lips quivering. He was breathing a bit heavier, gripping to Sahar’s body with both hands. Wrapped around his shoulders, pushing himself down on the fingers, his hands both gripping Sahar’s hair like it was a lifeline, “Spank me, hit me, choke me, hurt me. I will let you know if it’s too much. You can be rough, I can handle it.” He said through his smile, before falling into the kiss once more. 

Moaning as he felt the condom wrapped cock enter him. He wasn’t lubed so it hurt some, but that made Carter just shudder, clenching down on it. He let himself adjust as he felt it enter him. He grabbed Sahar harder, pushing himself partially off the counter, using gravity to push himself until he was fully seated on Sahar’s cock, “Fuck…” He whispered, leaning in to kiss Sahar passionately, biting down on Sahar’s bottom lip.

Sahar smiled at the other and watched as Carter’s eyes rolled back. He licked over his lips lips slowly. He listened as the other asked him to be rough with the other. “Hm... I like hearing you beg for thinks. It’s hot.” He brought his hand down against the other’s ass, giving a sharp spank as he bottomed out inside of the other, the feeling of the tight heat of the man causing him to let out a happy moan.

“Really? I bought it off of a friend who takes his two dogs to the pet center, he has a really nice camera collection. You’ll have to check it out!” Tamsen suggested, extending the camera for Sahar to look at it. “I got this for a bargain! I promised free groomings for the next six months for his dogs,” he chuckled.

Tamsen brightened and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his album before bringing one up. He leaned into the older man and showed him all the photos of the dogs and cats at the pet center. There were even photos of Branson with them out on the beach, or on a hike. He was a little embarrassed to be showing Sahar the photos he had taken of Casey, so, he would leave that for another time.

Sahar smiled at the other and nodded his head. “Well I’m glad you were able to get a camera for a good price. Some of those things can cost an arm and a leg.” He laughed easily and shrugged. “You just sort of get used to the outrageous price tag so at this point I don’t even flinch when I see them anymore.”

Sahar looked at the photos and smiled at the other. “These are good photos. You’ve clearly got a knack for this.” He smiled at the other and clapped his shoulder gently. “Still want me to come by and take photos or do you think you’ve got it from here on out?” He raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly.

This would be the first date that Ocean had been on for awhile, and he was looking forward to it.  Was that totally true though?  As he got ready, Ocean wondered that.  Sometimes he felt like he and Carter went on dates, but that situation was kind of confusing for him.  This was more straightforward:  Sahar was taking Ocean out on a date, simple as that.  But even with as excited as he was, Ocean was nervous too.  He kept worrying about making a fool of himself, of being stupid or boring, of making Sahar regret his choice to take him on a date.  There were two sides of his brain waging war for dominance.  On the one hand, he had these fears, while the other told him to settle down.  Obviously Sahar had enjoyed his company or else he wouldn’t have agreed to a date (and wouldn’t have let Ocean spend the night last time they were together).  So he urged himself to just get it together and stop overthinking everything.

Ocean spent a long time getting ready, picking out the perfect (or as close as he could get to perfect) outfit.  In fact, he even spent time choosing his most flattering pair of underwear in case the date went in that direction.  Once he’d settled on something with as much satisfaction as he was going to get, Ocean paced his apartment.  Sahar was picking him up, and all he had left to do was wait for him to arrive.

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Sahar was glad when Ocean had agreed to come on a date with him. He had enjoyed the night they spent together and felt like with more time he might be able to help boost the other’s self confidence. Deciding that going out to dinner would provide them a good chance to talk and to get to know one another. Quickly deciding on a nice pair of khakis and button up. It didn’t take long to get to Ocean’s apartment at the Salt Flats and he paused outside of the door, making sure his clothes were all in order so that when Ocean answered the door, he would look his absolute best. Once he decided he was ready, he knocked on the door gently.

“I guess I’m…going to find out,” Ocean managed to say, breathing heavily as they continued touching each other.  Ocean couldn’t stop kissing Sahar, even when the other man was speaking, pressing kisses anywhere on his body that he could - his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, his chest.  As good as Sahar was making him feel, Ocean wanted to do the same for him.  “Then cum for me,” Ocean muttered before kissing Sahar again.  Ocean kept moaning, letting himself enjoy this in a way he hadn’t done much of lately, not holding back, not thinking about how he was coming across for a change.  All Ocean could do was savor the pleasure, the rush as he felt Sahar’s load splattering across the both of them.  The fact that he had another man’s cum on him was so hot that Ocean couldn’t hold out anymore, and he cried out as his entire body shook and he came too, kissing Sahar again yet continuing to moan as he rode out his orgasm.  When he finally came down from it, Ocean fell back against the bed, panting and covered in sweat.  His cum had shot all over the both of them too, and now Ocean didn’t know whose was whose on his body.  “That…was so hot,” Ocean managed to say.  He looked down at his naked, sweaty body, reaching down and rubbing his fingers through the cum on his abdomen.  Looking at Sahar now, Ocean asked tentatively, “Was that…good for you too?”

“ I for sure can hear you out and see what you have to offer, but I of course have to talk to my agents, there’s also my contract with the show, so I’m not entirely sure if I can really do it or not,” Theo admitted softly, just wanting Sahar to be in the know and not get his hopes completely up. But nodding that they will talk about this later, Theo smiled, “ Later please, I should for sure get a shower in and get changed, I probably smell,” He admitted.  Looking at his phone, his calendar, he put in the dinner and held it out,” Let me get your number so we don’t lose touch, we can meet at the Grotto, let’s say seven?”

“I know it’s nothing great, but I managed to get it for a good price,” Tamsen explained as he helps up the polaroid for Sahar to look at. He didn’t have the money to spend on a high-end camera, so he was left to work with this and his phone. “ I like the idea of having the instant film, it was cheaper,” he mused.

It wasn’t the only reason why he wanted it, but Tamsen wasn’t about to go and tell Sahar that. “I’ve taken a few pictures with the camera on my phone. Would you want to see them?”

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Sahar smiled at the other and shook his head. “Don’t worry about how great it is or isn’t. The most important thing is that you like it and want to use it.” He smiled at the other and leaned closer in order to look over the camera. “Plus it’s a nice camera. You should be proud of it.”

He chuckled easily and nodded his head. “Of course. I’d love to see any of the pictures you’ve taken. He beamed brightly at the other and placed his hands in his pockets as he looked over the other’s face.

The way that Sahar shuddered in response to Ocean’s touch made him feel so sexy, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.  It was most likely because it reminded Ocean of the power he had, not power over Sahar but of the power he had to make men feel as good as Sahar was making him feel right now.  It was something that Ocean often forgot, though more and more he was remembering that there were things about himself that made him desirable, that made him worthy.  Now he just needed to work on remembering that without the help of people like Sahar.  Smiling when the other man agreed to his plan, Ocean kissed him softly on the lips, still smiling when he pulled away.  "I would like that a lot,“ he said, and Sahar’s agreement made Ocean feel even more like this wasn’t just about sex, though he had come to know that already.  "I…I think you look like a really good cuddler,” Ocean told Sahar, though he didn’t say exactly why.  But it was in the way his muscles looked when they expanded and contracted, how strong his arms seemed; Ocean imagined falling asleep with them wrapped around him and smiled yet again.  At this rate, his face was going to hurt from all the smiling, but it would be worth it.  And then he was on top of Sahar, and every one of Ocean’s nerves felt like they were on fire.  And it wasn’t just the way that Sahar was touching him, it was the things he was saying as well, everything so perfect and - even better - sincere.  "How do you always know exactly what to say?“ Ocean asked quietly.  He needed to say more than that, Ocean knew it, so he told Sahar honestly, "You’re worth my time for more than how you look - which is super hot - and how you’re touching me.  It’s…just everything.  You’re just so…so kind.  That’s my favorite thing about you.”  And then he kissed Sahar again because Ocean couldn’t take not kissing him anymore.  Between them Sahar had their cocks in his hand, stroking them at the same time and causing Ocean to moan between kisses.  Feeling a little bold, his parted his lips and let his tongue find Sahar’s, deepening the kiss, thrusting to get more friction between them.  He imagined how it would look to see his cum all over Sahar, and Ocean felt like he was getting closer.

It seemed to Ocean that Sahar noticed the way he was looking at his dick and seemed proud of it, but not in an arrogant way, more like he was proud that Ocean was impressed.  That made Ocean smile, and he stroked the man slowly, looking up at him with a big smile on his face.  Was this really happening?  Was he about to do…well, things with a man like this.  Four years with his ex had convinced that a man like this would never give him the time of day, but Ocean was starting to learn that that was just Steven’s way of keeping control over him.  Shattering Ocean’s self-esteem was how Steven had ensured that he would stay.  Ocean was so grateful that Sahar wasn’t like Steven, that he helped Ocean see his worth at least a little bit, at least for right now.  The pair continued making out, both of them naked now, nude bodies pressed against each other.  “Thank you,” Ocean whispered when Sahar confirmed that this would be as far as they went.  Sahar was stroking Ocean steadily now, and Ocean tried to do the same for Sahar, but it was difficult when the pleasure was in overdrive.  Only part of Ocean was really present, the other part on some higher plane of bliss.  Ocean could barely articulate what he wanted, but he managed to say, “I want to make you feel good too.  I want to make you cum, Sahar, to show you that it was worth your time bringing me home, to make you feel as good as you’re making me feel.”  Hesitantly, Ocean went on, “I want to spend the night with you…naked, and then in the morning I want us to shower together.  And I want…I want to go out again, and then hopefully when I’m ready do more.”  Normally Ocean wouldn’t have been so open with things like this, but Sahar made him comfortable enough to admit it.  Focusing on Sahar’s pleasure more now, Ocean stroked him in earnest, lips crashing against the older man’s as he worked hard to make him have an amazing orgasm.