Lost and Found - A story about OCS.

Chapter 1 - Green

The sun was setting, low on the horizon. The orb was glowing a dim yellowy orange as it graced the world with its sleepy rays before it laid to rest, letting the moon take over for it.

As hazy pinks and purples began to paint the sky Max knew it was time to retreat to shore, a cool breeze blew his open shirt around, messing with his fluffy locks of dark hair. He swallows hard, eyebrows furrowing as the faint music from the club nearby made its way across the calm water.

He was on his windsurf, wading his legs in the water which was still warm from the stifling heat of the day. Max was lost in his thoughts as the night began, sun finally tucking itself away.

The man smiles wryly, he liked to imagine the sun was submerging itself in the water, burning itself out only to reignite before dawn in some sort of unseen fiery love affair.

Max was a hopeless romantic. Always had been and always would be.

Looking up at the sky he winces, it reminded him of all the times he had compared his ex lover's face to the night sky. The indigo canvas was painted with speckled stars just like his lover's cheeks were covered in little clusters of freckles.

He closes his eyes, letting his mind wander to all the sweet times . He wanted it all back. How could he be so stupid? The morning sun warmed his face as his eyes opened to the soft voice and sweet smile of his partner. He was in a tired haze, getting out of bed on a lazy weekend in the middle of summer. The memory was cloudy, partially because Max tried to push those thoughts away to prevent the way his heart broke each time something reminded him even remotely of his past lover.

A startling voice shook Max from the daydream, all the warmth and comfort of his ex lover's voice fades to white noise and his head begins to pound. He holds his head, strong hand cradling it as he regains his composure.

"Hey! Get back to shore! You're not supposed to be out this late! The beach is closed!"

On impulse Max turns around, being the stubborn fuck he was he wouldn't normally. His gasp was shallow as he locks eyes with the man. He was quite tall, strong, red headed and had the most alluring green eyes equipped with the most mysterious sheen to them. A playful but wise sparkle was seemed to glow in the darkness of the night.

He began to wave his hands like a fish out of water, dipping into the shallows, trying to get Max's attention. It took a few seconds for the grown man to process. He was so taken aback by the interesting appearance of the stranger.

"Dude-!? Hey! You there!?"

Max nods, swiftly paddling his windsurf back towards shore to the delight of the worker. He felt anxiety building in his stomach as he got closer, the man only became more attractive.

"What the fuck, man!? Doing shit like this is dangerous- and I could lose my job."

He fiddles with his hands, looking down at the low waves then up at Max, hardening his gaze. He was intimidated by Max the same way Max was intimidated by him. Little did they know they felt the same way about each other. Max's yellowy-amber eyes intrigued the stranger the same way he yearned to touch Max's tanned and honey tinted skin.

"Sounds like you should be fired if you let me stay out this long."

Max makes a witty comeback, hopping off the windsurf, ignoring the hand the stranger had extended for help. Their shoulders graze as Max moves around behind the man, tripping him up as he grips the front of his craft. He was chuckling, less intimidated now that he felt the soft aura of the red headed man. He was sweet.

"Adios-"

"-Wait."

The hand on Max's shoulder stops him.

"What are you doing out so late anyways?"

The stranger asks, eyebrows creasing as he brushes off the fact his hand was practically pushed away. This guy had some serious nerve.

"Since when did that become any of your business?"

Max answers with his casual but domineering smirk. They had no problem going back and forth, they did it with fluidity too- the other always knew what to say next and or had some witty comeback stored. It became a game for Max to see how long the redhead could keep up with his childish remarks.

"With a face like that and a body to go with it I'm surprised you don't have a pretty young thing with you right now. Go on, tell me what happened."

The stranger smirks, almost as if he knew he hit something deep down in Max and as a matter of fact he did. With a huff Max crosses his arms, digging his heels into the sand; the music from the club floating in the background was getting to be annoying now. He wanted to slap that shitty grin off the worker's face.

"Are we really arguing like children right now?"

Max didn't know what to say, he was hurt. 

"Backing down already are we? I thought you wanted to fight, bicker a little." 

The stranger steps closer, poking a finger at Max's muscular chest.

He then drags it down in a playful manner, captivating green eyes sparkling as they follow his finger.

"Get off of me."

Max was bright red though the darkness hid it well.