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A cool breeze swept into the Choral Clinic as the door opened. Jin heard a slight tinkle from the bell over the door as a set of footsteps entered. He turned around in his chair, offering a smile at the shy, blue-haired woman who entered.

“Hi, Candace,” he said. “How can I help you?”

“Hello, Dr. Jin,” Candace said. “I th-think I may be coming down with a cold.”

“Well, that happens sometimes when the seasons change,” Jin said, motioning for her to have a seat on the exam bed. “Let’s take a look at your vital signs and see if anything stands out.”

Candace walked over to the bed, drawing her blue and white sweater closer around her shoulders as Jin sat down in front of her.

“All right,” Jin said, putting on a pair of gloves and picking up a tongue depressor. “Open and say ‘ahh.’”

“Ahh,” Candace obliged. Jin started examining the back of her throat.

“So, what makes you think you’re getting a cold?” he asked.

“Weww, I’b feewing –” Candace began.

Jin chuckled. “You can wait until after you put your tongue back,” he told her.

“Thowwy.”

Jin finished looking at the back of Candace’s throat and removed the depressor. “Okay, going to check in your nose and ears now. Tell me what your symptoms are.”

“I’m more tired than usual,” Candace said, turning her head as Jin shone the light in her left ear. “I don’t quite feel like myself. Grandma and Luna told me that I’ve been sluggish in the shop lately as well. It’s taking me longer to finish orders.”

“Okay,” Jin said. “But no coughing, sneezing, pressure in your head or sinuses?”

“Not really, just tiredness,” Candace said.

“Very good,” Jin said as he finished his exam. “I’ll take your temperature and your pulse now. My guess is you don’t have anything, but we’ll check just to be sure.”

“Thank you,” Candace said. Jin stuck a thermometer under her tongue and took her hand, feeling her wrist and eyeing his watch as he counted her pulse.

“All right, your pulse is normal,” he said. The thermometer beeped and Jin removed it from Candace’s mouth, checking it. “And your temperature is completely normal as well. I don’t think you have a cold, you’re probably just overworked and exhausted.”

“But I have to work,” Candace said. “What can I do about that?”

“Well, talk to Shelly and Luna about it,” Jin said, pulling out his prescription pad. He scribbled down a single word on it and handed it over to her. Candace looked at it and raised her head, looking confused.

“You’re giving me a prescription for a vacation?” she asked.

“You can’t wear yourself out, Candace,” Jin said, sitting back in his chair. “You’re not doing anyone any good if you don’t take care of yourself. If you keep going like this, your body will get worn down to the point where you really will get sick, and then it’ll take a lot longer for you to recover than a few days off will. Go relax – do some fishing, visit some friends, take time for yourself. That’s the best thing you can do right now. If Shelly or Luna have a problem with that, tell them to come see me.”

“All – all right, I will,” Candace said, slowly standing. “Thank you, Dr. Jin.”

“Of course,” Jin said, standing and walking with her to the door. “Feel better soon.”

“I will, thank you,” Candace said. She stepped outside, wincing a bit at the cold autumn air, and Jin closed the door behind her.

“Very sensible advice, Dr. Jin,” Irene said from behind the counter. She put her hands behind her back as she looked at her grandson. “It’s very important not to be burnt out, even when you love your work.”

“Mmm, yes,” Jin said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Irene had been acting suspiciously cheery lately, something Jin was wary about. He loved his grandmother, of course, but she had always been a stern figure, rarely given to wide smiles and displays of affection.

“Almost time to close,” Irene said, looking up at the clock. She glanced back down at the appointment book. “Only one more patient today – Owen is getting his cast off, yes?”

“Yes, he is,” Jin said. Despite himself, he heard a sunny note in his voice. He cleared his throat. “I’m sure he’s ready to get that taken off after four weeks.”

“Of course,” Irene said. She closed the appointment book and stood up, stretching her back. “Perhaps I might leave a bit early, then. I’m sure you won’t need any help just in removing a cast.”

“Not particularly,” Jin said, mentally suppressing a cheer. “I’m sure I can handle it.”

“Indeed,” Irene said. She stepped from behind the counter and picked up her shawl, pulling it around her shoulders. She stepped up toward Jin and reached up, gently kissing his cheek.

Jin couldn’t help the look of surprise on his face. “What was that for?” he asked.

Irene smiled at Jin. “Jin, surely you don’t think you can pull the wool over my eyes this long. I raised you from a little boy and I can tell when something – or someone – is making you happy,” she said.

Jin swallowed hard. “I… don’t understand,” he said.

“Of course you do,” Irene said, chuckling. “You couldn’t be more conspicuous if you’d set yourself on fire. I know you have feelings for Owen. My only hope is that he returns them for you.”

Jin felt his legs going weak and he quickly sat down in one of the patient chairs. He looked up at his grandmother, hands shaking a bit. “How – how long have you known?”

“I suspected as much after the first night Owen spent over here at the clinic,” Irene said, sitting down across from him. “Then when you jumped at the chance to make a house call, I suspected even further. You’ve been back on Castanet for three years now and I’ve never once heard you offer to make a house call. What is it you usually say, ‘if I have to go out, that’s denying anybody who might need me and won’t know where to find me’?”

Jin put his head in his hands. “I didn’t – I didn’t mean for this to happen, grandmother,” he said. “I didn’t intend – I mean, with a patient? I swore an oath.”

“Pish,” Irene said. “Everyone on the island is your patient. Did you intend to stay completely detached from everyone the rest of your natural life and never pursue happiness?”

“I – maybe. I don’t know,” Jin said. He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I thought that maybe something might happen to change… all that.” He looked up at Irene. “Maybe it has.”

Irene put her hand on Jin’s knee. “I am very proud of you, grandson,” she said. “You’ve accomplished much and achieved great success. I know of nobody who works harder or more tirelessly than you. But you can’t live your life only living a life of the mind. You’re still human and your heart will want what it wants.”

Jin felt a few hot tears sting at the back of his eyes and he quickly blinked them back. “What should I do, then?” he asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Love,” Irene said, a smile widening on her face. “Love with all your heart and if it is meant to be, your love will be returned.” She removed her hand from Jin’s knee and opened her purse. She pulled out a small, turquoise wrapped candy, handing it over to Jin. “You remember how I used to give you these as a little boy?”

Jin looked down at the candy and smiled. “Mint. My favorite,” he said. He looked up at her. “Whenever I felt like I couldn’t do something, you told me I could have a candy if I managed to do it.”

“And I think perhaps this time you already have,” Irene said. Jin closed his hand around the candy, hearing the cellophane crinkle as he did so.

“I’m scared,” he said. “This is something that’s so… so new. I don’t know what to expect.”

“That’s understandable,” Irene said, closing her purse. “But Owen is a good man. Has he been anything but forthright with you all this time?”

“No,” Jin said, looking up at her. “He’s been... he’s been wonderful. We’ve made each other very happy.” Irene raised an eyebrow. “Not like that,” Jin quickly clarified. “Well… I mean, a little – tell me I am not having this conversation,” he groaned, putting his hands to his head.

Irene chuckled and got up, moving to Jin and putting her frail arms around him. “You deserve happiness, grandson,” she said. “Don’t let this chance pass.”

Jin closed his eyes and hugged Irene back. “Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for – everything.”

“Of course,” Irene said, smoothing back his hair. They both looked up as the bell over the door jangled and quickly pulled away from each other.

“Hey, doc!” Owen cheerfully called out as Ramsey finished pulling the door open. He grinned at Jin and slowly made his way inside on crutches. “Ready to get this off!”

“I bet you are,” Jin said, putting his glasses back on and smiling. Ramsey stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

“I’ve been on him, Dr. Jin,” Ramsey said, dusting his hands off. “He keeps wanting to push himself and I told him that he has to wait.”

“Waiting’s over, I want to get back to walking without these things,” Owen said, hobbling over to the patient bed and sitting down.

“You’re going to take it easy still for a few days,” Ramsey said sternly. “I’m keeping an eye on you.”

“Ramsey,” Irene said, walking over toward him. “It’s such a lovely day and the cast removal will take some time. Won’t you take me for a walk? I’m sure Dr. Jin will take very good care of Owen and will make sure he gets home all right.” Ramsey looked to Jin, a question in his eyes.

Jin nodded. “Yes, this will be at least an hour to get it off and go through all the aftercare,” he said. “I can walk him back home afterward. No point in you sitting around and being bored.”

“Well, I suppose,” Ramsey said, allowing Irene to slip her arm into his. She started guiding him toward the door.

“Have fun, you two!” Owen called, waving from the bed. Jin walked over toward Owen and they both watched as the door closed. The second it did, Owen grabbed Jin’s face and kissed him deeply, moaning against Jin’s mouth.

Jin let out a moan as well as Owen’s tongue started to slide into his mouth, playing with Jin’s own. He broke the kiss and smiled at Owen. “First things first,” he said, pulling out the small cast saw. “Let’s get this off and make sure you’re healing all right.”

“Be quick about it,” Owen said, leaning back on the bed and putting his arms behind his head. “I’ve got some plans for you tonight.”

Jin smiled and sat down, grateful for the loose pants that were hiding his growing excitement. He turned the saw on and started cutting into the thick cast.

“So everything’s been going well? You’ve been eating well, staying off the cast unless absolutely necessary?” he asked Owen.

“Yes, mother, I’ve been doing all that,” Owen said, sticking out his tongue. “Come on, hurry up.”

Jin removed the saw and looked up at Owen. “I don’t have to do this, you know. I could tell you that you need it on a couple more weeks.”

“I will kill you until you are dead,” Owen said. Jin laughed and continued cutting the cast off.

“And you haven’t noticed any weakness when you’ve been using the crutches? Everything seems fine?” he asked.

“So far so good,” Owen said. “Just trying to keep my leg steady and not use it unless I have to.”

“Good,” Jin said as he moved the saw further down the cast. “Now I don’t want you to be concerned, but you might see some atrophy when the cast comes off. You haven’t been using your leg muscles at all, so they’ll probably have shrunk a bit. That also means you shouldn’t jump right back into physical activity – give it a few days while your leg and ankle readjust.”

“Aww, you’re no fun,” Owen said. “I’ve been cooped up for a month and you’re telling me I have to sit around for a while longer?”

“You don’t have to sit around, you should be able to walk fine,” Jin said. “But sports are out for at least two weeks and going to work for about a week and a half. Once you can fully move around again without any impediment, you should be good to go.”

“Fine,” Owen groused. “At least I can get out and get some sun before winter. I still can’t believe I missed most of the summer.”

“It happens,” Jin said.

“Yeah, but summer’s my favorite season,” Owen said. “I missed the Summer Festival and I spent my birthday on the couch by myself.”

“Ramsey and Chloe didn’t do anything for your birthday?” Jin asked, looking up at Owen.

“Oh, sure they did,” Owen said wryly. “Ramsey asked Chloe what my favorite treat was and she said chocolate bananas, which is hers.”

Jin chuckled. “And you don’t like sweets, right?”

“Can’t stand them,” Owen said, shuddering. “It was the same thing with Luke when we were growing up. Every year on his birthday he always wanted chocolate bananas. I always used to excuse myself before dessert was served. I’d say that Ramsey wanted me home by a certain time or something.”

Jin laughed. “Poor Owen,” he said. “Well, what would you like? My treat.”

Owen’s eyes lit up. “I want a cocktail. Don’t really care what type, but I desperately need something to drink.”

“All right, once this is off and I go over the aftercare with you, we can go over to the bar and get you a drink,” Jin said. He moved the saw down toward the end of the cast and finished making his cut. “Okay, this’ll take a minute to get off, so just hold still.”

“If I had a dollar…” Owen teased.

“Hush, you,” Jin said, starting to peel off the hardened layers of plaster. After a few minutes, he managed to get the last of the cast off and started carefully washing Owen’s leg with saline.

“Wow, that is one hell of a farmer’s tan,” Owen grimaced, looking at his pale white leg. “I haven’t been that pale since – well, since I came back here to help Ramsey out.”

“It’s been completely shut out from the sun,” Jin said, rubbing Owen’s leg with a warm washcloth to get the last of the cast residue off. “It should come back slowly, but you’ll want to wear sunblock if you’re exposing it so you don’t burn.”

“In autumn? You have lived on Castanet before, haven’t you?” Owen asked, chuckling. “I couldn’t get a sunburn right now if I wore a Speedo made of aluminum foil.”

“That… is quite an image,” Jin said, momentarily stopping his cleaning of Owen’s leg. Owen grinned down at him.

“Oh, you’d like that, huh?” Owen asked.

“I admit nothing,” Jin said, smiling to himself as he finished rinsing Owen’s leg. “Okay. Let’s see if we can get you up and walking on this. If you feel weak or like you might fall at any time, let me know and I’ll guide you back over to the bed.”

Owen climbed off the bed and stood up, testing his weight on his legs carefully. He smiled at Jin. “I think it’s okay.”

“Great,” Jin said. “Let’s try walking to the wall and back.” Owen took a few steps gingerly, then relaxed and started walking normally.

“It’s… good. Feels like normal,” he said.

“Terrific. It does look like it’s healed nicely,” Jin said. He motioned for Owen to sit back on the bed. After Owen did so, Jin picked up the right leg and said, “Now I want you to flex your foot slowly back and forth. Let me know if you feel any pain.”

Owen carefully started moving his foot back and forth, keeping an eye on it. He shook his head. “Don’t feel anything out of the ordinary.”

“Well, it looks like you’ve made a remarkable recovery,” Jin said, pulling Owen’s patient chart off his desk and jotting some notes down in it. “I don’t see any real concerns here. You do need to be careful. Nothing strenuous for the first couple of weeks – no running, nothing that could risk a reinjury.”

“Nothing strenuous?” Owen asked, a sly grin appearing on his face. “You mean like no… exercise at all?”

“Mild exercise is fine,” Jin said, finishing his note. “In fact, it’s good to help your leg get back to full strength, but-” he looked up and saw Owen’s expression. A similar smile appeared on Jin’s face. “Well. There is that, but as long as you’re careful…”

“As long as I’m careful or as long as we’re careful?” Owen asked, sliding closer to the edge of the bed.

Jin closed the folder and set it down on the desk. “I’m the healthcare professional here, Owen. I’m always careful,” he said, rolling his chair closer to the bed.

“Are you, doctor?” Owen asked, reaching out and cupping Jin’s chin in it. “Because some of what I’ve seen you do has seemed decidedly risky. Particularly given your patient’s physical condition.”

Jin grabbed the sides of Owen’s face, looking him dead in the eyes. “Shut up,” he said before he launched himself at Owen, pinning the larger man to the bed and pressing his lips roughly against Owen’s.

Owen let out a murmur of surprise and appreciation, wrapping his large, muscular arms around Jin and kissing back. Jin broke the kiss and sat up, pulling his white coat off and tossing his glasses to the side before he moved back to kissing Owen. Owen reached down and started pulling Jin’s shirt off. Jin reluctantly broke their kiss long enough to raise his arms and allow Owen to pull his shirt up over his head. Owen tossed the purple garment to the side and shucked off his own jacket, beginning to unbutton his dark blue shirt.

Jin started working from the other end of Owen’s shirt, looking up at Owen with annoyance. “You knew what we were going to be up to tonight and you chose one with thirty-four buttons on it?” he asked.

“Hey, it’s my favorite shirt this time of year,” Owen said. He finished with the last button and quickly pulled it off, sitting up and putting his arms around Jin, kissing his lover deeply as their bare chests pressed against each other.

Jin shivered as his bare skin came into contact with Owen’s. He put his arms around Owen, snaking his tongue into Owen’s mouth and entangling it with Owen’s.

Owen reached down and began tugging at Jin’s cotton pants, pushing them down as best he could while still kissing Jin. Jin helped Owen, starting to wiggle out of his pants and finally kicking them off. He unfastened Owen’s pants and pulled the zipper down, reaching inside and grabbing Owen’s thick member.

Owen let out a hiss of pleasure as Jin’s hand closed around his erection. “Yeaaah,” he whispered as Jin began stroking up and down. “Ahhh, Jin, I missed this. I want this all the time now, you and me…”

Jin’s heart leapt in his chest and he kissed Owen deeply again. “I want that, too,” he whispered back. “You’re all I want now.”

Owen let out a deep, guttural growl and he wrapped his arms around Jin, then turned around on the bed, pinning Jin to it. He started kissing his way down Jin’s neck, pausing at Jin’s small, hard nipples and licking the tight buds. Jin groaned as Owen did so, arcing his neck back and digging his nails into Owen’s back. Jin liked control – control of his life, control of his schedule, and control during sex, but Owen was making him feel so good that he was starting to slowly give in to his pleasure.

Owen trailed his tongue down Jin’s stomach, finally engulfing Jin’s erection in his mouth and starting to suck on it. Jin let out whimpers of pleasure and twisted his fingers in Owen’s thick auburn hair.

“Yessss, please, that feels so good,” Jin groaned as Owen’s hot mouth worked him over. Owen pushed his pants down and stepped out of them as he continued to suck up and down Jin’s shaft. He stroked himself, going from a semi-hard to a hard state in a matter of a few seconds.

“Owen… I want you in me,” Jin groaned. “I want it in.”

Owen removed his mouth from Jin’s dick and grinned up at him. “Where’s the lube?” Jin grasped at a nearby drawer, pulling out a small container of petroleum jelly. Owen opened it and began to lube himself up.

Jin dipped into the jar and began to finger his hole, preparing it for the monstrous invader that was about to take it. He finished and tucked his hands under his knees, lifting his legs up and exposing his hole to Owen. “I’m ready,” he said, staring Owen in the eyes.

“So am I,” Owen said, stepping up onto the bed and positioning himself at Jin’s entrance. As he slowly started to push in, both men let out involuntary groans, Owen at the feel of Jin’s tight warmth and Jin at the sensation of Owen filling him up completely. Owen continued to push forward in one slow, solid movement until his pubes came to rest against Jin’s ass.

Jin’s eyes rolled backward as Owen filled him completely. He hadn’t been so willing to give control over to a partner in a very long time, but there was something about Owen’s complete honesty and transparency that made Jin feel he could trust him. He breathed shallowly, starting to stroke himself as Owen began pulling back out and then in slowly.

“Let me know when you feel like you’re ready to take it a little faster,” Owen said, a sheen of sweat starting to break out on his forehead. He had been wanting to take Jin like this ever since their first encounter some four weeks ago, but that thrice-damned cast had kept him from doing everything to his lover that he’d wanted.

“I’m ready,” Jin said between short gasps of air. “Give it to me. I want it.”

Owen pulled back almost all the way and pushed in hard, causing Jin to let out a cry of pleasure. Owen increased his pace, pumping at Jin’s ass and breathing heavily as he felt his passion increasing. He loved to see his partner surrendering entirely to their joining and knew Jin, with his uptight, professional demeanor, would be brought to a peak of ecstasy if Owen could get him to fully let go.

“Ahh – ahh – ahh – ahh,” Jin kept groaning as Owen pushed further and further into him. Owen’s muscular arms pressed underneath Jin, pushing their bodies even closer together. Jin’s eyes were barely open, registering Owen’s handsome, chiseled features and hardly able to process the feelings his body was experiencing.

“If you… like that… you’ll love this,” Owen said. Without warning, he pulled his arms back, pushing up into a standing position and carrying Jin with him. Jin let out a cry of surprise as Owen, never pulling out of his ass, brought him up into his arms. Jin instinctively grasped his arms around Owen’s neck.

“Owen… ahhh… be careful…” Jin groaned. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m not,” Owen said. He put his forehead against Jin’s, looking deep into his lover’s eyes. “Do you trust me?”

Jin breathed heavily a few times before giving a small nod.

“Say it,” Owen said.

“I… I trust you,” Jin said. His arms tightened around Owen. “I trust you. Now don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Owen took the invitation and started bucking his hips, driving himself into and out of Jin as Jin’s moaning became more desperate and high-pitched. The doctor had never dreamed he could experience sex this good, particularly with such a handsome, desirable partner. As he surrendered further and further to Owen’s embrace and the sensation of Owen’s raging erection inside of him, Jin felt his inhibitions slipping away and his body surrendering to the unadulterated pleasure.

Owen continued to pump into and out of Jin, his pleasure increasing with each thrust. He had always wanted to try this with someone before, but it had never seemed the right moment – with Jin, though, everything seemed right. Owen felt his balls beginning to tighten up and knew that his orgasm wouldn’t be far away.

“Fuck, Jin, I’m not gonna last much longer,” Owen breathed, sweat dripping from his forehead onto Jin in his arms. “You’re making me crazy – I can’t hold back much more.”

“Fuck me,” Jin moaned. “Ahhh, ahhh, fuck me, please. Shoot it in me. I need it, Owen. I need all of you in me, please.” Jin was being so stimulated by Owen that he felt it wouldn’t be long for him either. He gripped onto Owen tighter and let his head fall back, his mouth open agape.

Owen let out a growl and pounded fiercely into Jin a last few times. His growl turned into a roar of pleasure as he felt his ejaculation rage through him. Owen felt like he was emptying his entire self into Jin as he shot one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had in his entire life, shot after shot after shot, deep into Jin’s ass.

“Ahh, ahhhhh,” Jin cried out as he felt Owen shooting inside of him. He grabbed a hold of his own dick and with a few short strokes brought himself to a fierce orgasm, shooting all over Owen’s chest and his own torso.

Exhausted, Owen barely managed to turn his back to the bed and collapse backward onto it, lying down and breathing heavily. His chest hair was matted in sweat and his entire face shone with exertion. Jin slowly slid off of Owen’s softening dick and collapsed on the bed next to his lover. Jin put his arm around Owen and rested his head on Owen’s chest, hearing Owen’s rapid heartbeat. Owen put his arms around Jin and held him close, kissing the doctor on the top of the head.

“That… was… so irresponsible of you, I can’t even believe it,” Jin managed to get out. Owen laughed wearily.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you complaining about it at the time,” he said, grinning down at Jin. “Besides, you said light exercise was good for me.”

“That was… not light exercise,” Jin said, swatting at Owen’s shoulder. “Not that I didn’t enjoy it. But you have to be careful.”

“I will be, scout’s honor,” Owen said, holding up one hand. “But I needed that bad and I’m guessing you did, too.” He grinned playfully. “You’re not so bad for an old guy.”

“The hell do you mean, old?” Jin asked, pushing up on one elbow. “I’m only thirty-two, you dick. What are you, twenty-eight?”

“Twenty-five,” Owen said, still grinning. “Think you’re robbing the cradle a bit, doc.”

“Oh, bite me,” Jin said, but he wasn’t able to keep the grin from his face. “You’re the one who was telling me he couldn’t stop thinking about me and you’re the one who started all this. Maybe you have father issues.”

Owen laughed and encompassed Jin in his arms, kissing him. “You’re right, it’s all my fault,” he said. “But hey, we’ve had a pretty good time together, haven’t we?”

“Yes, we have,” Jin said, nuzzling against Owen’s cheek. “But you still have to take things easy. No more crazy acrobatic sex for a couple weeks.”

“Fine,” Owen said. “What about regular old sex?”

“Oh, I think I can give you a medical release for that,” Jin said, smiling.

Owen stretched out his back and looked up at the darkening windows. “Barely six p.m. and it’s already getting dark,” he sighed. “I’m still mad I didn’t get my summer.”

“Maybe you should take a trip,” Jin suggested. “Toucan Island’s still beautiful this time of year. A little swimming and sunbathing would probably go a long way toward fighting off the winter blues.”

“That’s an idea,” Owen said, suddenly brightening. “Hey, actually, that’s a really good idea. You said I wasn’t able to go back to work for at least a week, right?”

“Right,” Jin said, looking up at him with a smile. “And that way you won’t be moping around at the blacksmith’s watching the weather girl for hours on end anymore.”

Owen was clearly starting to get excited about the idea of his vacation. “Yeah… I think I’m gonna do it.” He looked to Jin. “And you’ll come with me, right?”

Jin blinked. “Owen, I’m running this clinic. I can’t just pack up and go for a week,” he said. “And I couldn’t leave Irene alone here – what if something happened to someone and there was an emergency and I was gone?”

“Oh, come on,” Owen said. “This is Harmonica Town. How much trouble can they possibly get into while you’re gone? Besides, Irene can handle it just fine. She was here by herself for years while you were off at school and doing your training and anything that happened, she could deal with.”

Jin started considering the possibility. He hadn’t been to Toucan Island since he was little and he had been thinking about taking some time off before Owen broke his ankle – before all of this turned his world upside down. The prospect of an entire week of sunlit beaches, relaxation, and spending time with his new lover seemed almost too good to be true.

“Okay… when are we going?” he asked Owen. Owen grinned and hugged Jin close to him.

“Whenever you want. Tomorrow? Monday? I just need to pack a bag,” Owen said.

“You do know that if we both mysteriously go off to Toucan Island for a week, pretty much everybody in town is going to know what’s going on between us,” Jin said.

“I don’t care,” Owen said, lifting Jin’s chin up and looking him in the eyes. “I don’t care who knows. I just want this – whatever this is – to last. And if anybody has a problem with that, then screw ‘em.”

Jin smiled and rested his head on Owen’s chest. “Me, too.” He took in and let out a deep, contented sigh. “All right, I promised you a cocktail. Want to head over now?”

“In a minute,” Owen said, starting to run his hand through Jin’s hair. “Right now, this is what I want.”

Jin closed his eyes and tightened his arms around Owen. Me, too, he thought. Me, too.

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Author’s notes: Thanks for reading! This is the third of four installments, so the next chapter will finish this story up. I hope to get it up sometime within the next week and a half. In the meantime, if you want to leave any feedback, I would love to see it. Either post a review or send me a message to hibiscustea9@gmail.com. Looking forward to hearing from you!
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