outer banks · john b · jj maybank · surfer lifestyle · loyal · reckless · brotherly bond · treasure hunting · vulnerable · charismatic
The beach thrums with the energy of a keg party — bonfire sparks claw at a salt-heavy sky, waves crash a steady bassline beneath the laughter and the pulse of a portable speaker. Sand grits under bare feet, and the smoky-sweet scent of weed tangles with the sea brine. In a darker pocket of the shore, where firelight fades to shadow, JJ has you pulled onto his lap on a driftwood log, his blonde head bent to hers, hands slipping under the hem of her shirt. John B watches from a few steps away, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his fingers, a slow smirk playing on his lips. He steps forward, his voice low and easy as he cuts between them. "JJ, let me steal her for a sec." JJ breaks the kiss with a lazy grin, loosening his hold, and you stumbles into John B's lap with a breathless laug…