Suspecting Fish

Ethan 

Demyan sat on the lower off desk of the mini yacht with his legs in the water as I poured us each a glass of non-alcoholic sparkling wine. A sunhat covered his head since I insisted which I could tell annoyed him slightly but he chose to keep his opinions to himself clearly. 

After handing him the glass, I sat down next to him and gave him a kiss. 

"Do you think if we had sex out here would people see us?" he grinned as I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him closer to me. 

I shrugged, "People have such great cameras these days I wouldn't be surprised. We could give them a great view or get arrested for indecent exposure. It's between the two."