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Or, perhaps, somewhere, they did go for that drink.

There was a lot that Irwin was still trying to adjust to. The weather, for a start. The lack of palpable history is disconcerting. He's refusing to address the dinosaurs.
And then there's Dakin. Of course, there's Dakin. Inevitably. Irwin might have been the only one who was actually surprised.

They skirted around it for a few weeks but, in the end, it just felt inevitable. That he'd find himself waiting for Dakin with a drink in front of him.
It was just a drink. And everything would be fine.

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"Does it matter?" The answer was no. Even back in Sheffield where he had Fiona (and probably could have had any other he wanted with very little effort) he'd still been more than a little obsessed with Irwin, with the idea of getting him to this point and beyond.

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"Apparently not," said Irwin, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "But I'm sure you hated Hector for that part, so why mr? You never did say."

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"Hector?" Dakin's grin lost a bit of its edge for a moment and he shook his head. Irwin would be the sort of person to bring that up in the middle of this. Couldn't he see the difference for himself? "This is nothing like that. It's different. You're different."

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He hoped so. Dakin wasn't exactly passive here after all.

"On, God, " he said, without any real frustration. "I want you and there's something about that that makes me feel in real danger of being horrible."

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Dakin really couldn't help being smug at that confession. Not that the knowledge was new or surprising, he'd known for ages that the older man wanted him, but at the fact that he had finally gotten him to say it. "Why? Are you worried someone will care you were my teacher?" He smirked. "Or are you that bad in bed?"

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He registered the smug and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His drink was almost finished and he knocked the rest of it back, setting the glass down.

"No," he said, shaking his head, managing a smile. "Never that."

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"Glad to hear it," Dakin said, finishing his own drink in quick succession and rising from his seat. That had seemed like as much of an invitation to move on to the main event as anything he'd heard. "Care to give me a demonstration?"

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Well. There it was. No more prevarication, no more posturing. In or out. Do or die, so to speak. There must be poetry for this.

He nodded. He stood.

"Alright," he said.

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"I would ask your place or mine, but the answer's a bit obvious under the circumstances." The circumstances being a certain highly religious housemate who likely would not appreciate such goings on in the next room. Dakin would wait until at least the third time before annoying him like that.

"You'd also probably find it glib and expected."

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"Putting words in my mouth now, are you?" asked Irwin, grateful, for the first time, of the little hut near the stream, not far from the pub where they're drinking and intensely private.

He felt awkward, so he put his hands in his pockets.

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By some miracle, Dakin managed to bite back on the first response that came to mind. While some of his mates may have found it funny, he doubted Irwin would.

"Why not?" He walked along next to Irwin, not a bit awkward, feeling intensely proud of himself just for getting to that point in the proceedings. "After all, you would think that, wouldn't you?"

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Honestly, Irwin was surprised that the joke that he'd so obviously left himself open for didn't come. He glanced across at Dakin.

"You do have that way," he said. "You're...effortless. It's irritating."

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He looked over and smiled, effortless, just like Irwin had said. But he could hardly help that, could he?

"It's not the first time I've heard that."

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"I bet it isn't," said Irwin, still walking hands in his pockets. "Hopefully, at least some of this will come as a surprise to you, at least."

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Dakin's smile turned rather smirk-like once more and he picked up the pace a little, eager to get there. After all, he'd had plenty of experience with girls, plus he had kissed men twice on the island, even if he had been drunk both times and even if it had all been in fun. How different and surprising could it all be? Sex was sex.

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It wasn't far to walk and, too soon, Irwin was shouldering open the door, leaving it open for Dakin to walk in behind him. He couldn't quite believe he'd got here. His heart was pounding in his chest.

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Dakin was silent for a while, taking in the fairly unimpressive surroundings. "I love what you've done with the decor," he quipped, taking off his jacket and draping it over one arm for the time being.

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"Fuck. Right. Off," said Irwin, rolling his eyes as he headed for the bottle of booze that he's got; Dutch courage is exactly what he needs, right now.

"You're not here to critique the soft furnishings."

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"Not yet." He settled for flinging the jacket casually over some sort of bookcase (Irwin would already have a collection of books a few weeks into his stay on a tropical island) and sat down casually on the bed. He couldn't have looked more at home if it was his own. "I might if I get bored."

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Irwin poured two drinks but drank one almost straight away. He worked on trying to feel brave and capable, like the one who was experienced here. That he was the one who knew what he was doing.

He walked closer to Dakin. He didn't stop when it was sensible. To close. He was too close, his heart still pounding. He reached out and cradled the side of Dakin's face.

"What're we even doing here?"

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"You tell me," he replied, not quite leaning into the touch, but very definitely not pulling away. All the while his eyes never left Irwin. "I thought we had it decided."

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"The generalities, perhaps," said Irwin and maybe it was the spirits or the closeness or the fucking want but something made him braver. He leaned in, just a little bit more, tracing his thumb against Dakin's bottom lip.

"The particulars, though."

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That was more like it. Dakin's lips curved into a bit of a smile at the touch, face tilting towards it. It was actually happening now. "Really? I thought 'your sucking me off' was pretty specific, sir," he said, the last word slipping out before he could stop it, if he had even wanted to. After all, it was habit, though a little ill-timed.

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God, it shouldn't have sounded good but it did. His thumb shifts again, tracing the seam between Dakin's lips.

"I distinctly remember an 'or something similar," he said. "And, honestly, that just sounds like a start to me."

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"Why don't we find out, then?" He shifted slightly, his body already getting visibly bored of just talking and his mind following quickly. There couldn't be any harm in speeding things up a little. "Do something instead of standing and talking about it."