[Tate grunts when Derek shoves him back, swatting at his hand immediately before falling to rest on his ass in the sand. The moment that could've been is quickly extinguished but rather than let heat flicker up his neck in embarrassment, he laughs. Just playing, after all, because of course Derek'll be turning him down.]

Fuck off.

[Tate rubs at his forehead, and rolls his eyes.]

You can just say I'm not your type. Which feels like a bold fucking lie, since I know you gotta be into twinks.