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[ Oh, if only. Wolf Majima loved belly rubs; human Majima was rather partial to back massages. While Tim took the lotion, he started rubbing some of the extra into his arms, and ensuring his abs and chest were adequately covered.

It was all lean muscle under Tim's hands, and did Majima mention how nice the man's palms felt gliding over the surface of his back? Enough so that he had to close his eyes and lean into the touch, just a little.

When Tim started moving up to his neck, he reached back to lift his ponytail out of the way -- and found himself tensing in sudden surprise when he felt that kiss. ]

Wh --

[ It wasn't a bad feeling, by any means. But of course, what with his hair, it wasn't really an area most people thought to reach. ]

Enjoyin' yourself, are ya?

[ He finished off with his ears and face, daubing a little extra on his nose for good measure -- and then reaching over to touch up Tim's, too. ]

Can't be too careful.

[ Extremities did tend to get the worst of it, and all. ]

[Tim let Majima dab a little of the sunscreen on his nose, only scrunching it up a little bit at the feeling of cold lotion on his warm skin. Now his nose was extra protected, though it probably didn't need it.]

I think my face'll be okay. That's what the hat's for.

[You know, the hat that Majima called dorky. See, it was practical.]

Well, I guess I have to follow the rules, too.

[He took a step back so that he had enough room to pull his shirt over his head. It was less of a reveal than Majima's shirt removal had been, he'd only been wearing a tank, but there still was plenty of grade-A quality beef on display. And it wasn't any secret that Majima was a fan of beef. He'd had to take the hat off briefly to get the shirt off, and, well. Hat hair was a thing, and Tim wasn't immune. But hey, he covered it up again right after, so, out of sight and out of mind.]

Ready?

Edited 2019-06-19 07:54 (UTC)

Uh huh. Hats don't guard against everythin', y'know. Sun bounces right off that sand.

[ Don't let UVB rays happen to you, Tim!! Although to be honest, Majima had mostly just wanted an excuse to reach over.

As Tim stripped, Majima didn't bother concealing the interest with which he was regarding that beef. He didn't -- quite -- reach a hand over to trace one of those old scars, but he did brush an arm against Tim's to retrieve the frisbee.

Since of course Tim didn't know how to throw, right? ]

Ready.

[ He loped off a short distance across the sand, and then sent the frisbee sailing through the air towards Tim. An easy throw, high and floating. ]

Just like catch; ya go back and forth.

[ Although he couldn't quite help tracking the toy a bit longingly as it hovered away from him. ]

Don't try to distract me with your facts.

[Boo, Majima. Facts are for nerds, probably.]

[Tim gave the frisbee over easily-- it was Majima's, anyway. He left his shirt in the sand near Majima's bag and, honestly, this was just another reason that he was glad the beach was mostly empty. A big, buff dude with his shirt off was something that people would stare at, sure, but a big, buff dude with a whole bunch of scars was something that you stared at for a different reason. Tim didn't like having that much attention on him even when it was positive-- he definitely didn't want the kind of attention that bullet scars would bring.]

[He watched Majima run out a bit before turning to throw the frisbee back; Tim had probably surprisingly good hand-eye coordination for a nerd, and it was practically second nature to make the short jump and reach up and snatch it out of the air, especially when it was such an easy toss.]

So, like this?

[He returned the throw, but Tim was good enough at throwing things that it was really hard to fake being bad at it. Maybe Majima wouldn't notice because he'd be too busy trying to catch it? Fetch, boy.]

What should I distract ya with?

[ It was just about then that the wind picked up, carrying the frisbee upward and toward Majima -- he had to make a dash to catch the thing, but his fingers closed around the plastic edge with canine surety.

Sometime during the run, he'd started smiling, then grinning as he caught the thing and winged it back to Tim. Probably a little faster than was necessary, really, and a little to the side. Enough to make the man have to stretch a little to catch it.

On purpose? Maybe.

(How did he even have the depth perception to do it?

) ]

[Majima's miraculous overcoming of his depth perception issues aside, he was pretty good at throwing and catching things. Maybe it was because of the whole werewolf thing? Did becoming a werewolf suddenly make you super good at catching frisbees? Maybe they should start putting that on the pamphlets-- werewolves gain better hearing and sense of smell and also hand-eye coordination, but only when fetching thrown objects.]

[The return volley of that frisbee was a little further off than he'd have liked; Tim had to kind of run for it a bit, which wasn't easy considering the sand and his hooves, and lean out and stretch for it. But he got it, and that was all that mattered.]

[When he flung it back-- and, wow, Tim was pretty good at this for a guy that had never seen a frisbee before, right?-- he skimmed it low, so that Majima would have to bend for it if he wanted to catch it. If Tim had to stretch, well. Maybe Majima should have to work for it a little bit, too.]

[And that had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Tim just liked watching him bend over.]

[ Oh man, oh no. Majima was filled with unfathomable regret the second the frisbee left his hand and he was subjected to the ripple of thick muscle as Tim reached out to grab his throw. How terrible. He'd never do it again.

And yet part of his attention was focused squarely on the object itself. There was a surge of joy as he grabbed it out of the air at the bottom of its arc, snatched it gracefully with his fingers just as it was about to hit the ground. As he came back up,

no

he felt an unexpected reluctance to let go of it, but forced the action all the same. This throw was something of a trick shot he'd picked up from watching others play: a toss downward until the spin of the frisbee sent it rising back up towards Tim once more.

more frisbee ]

[Clearly the truest crime of the universe that they lived in was the fact that Majima had to send the frisbee back for Tim to throw it for him again. That was the only way that he could get more frisbee.]

[The arc of Majima's next throw made Tim think that it was going to come up short; he'd come forward to get it before it struck ground and was surprised at the way it rose back up again. He had to backpedal so that he wasn't going to be catching it with his chin. Not exactly the easiest maneuver to make in sand and with hooves instead of feet. He ended up fumbling the catch, just barely managing to scoop it up before it hit the sand.]

Don't go easy on me!

[That was mostly a joke-- though Tim obviously knew how to throw a damn frisbee, he wasn't going around making trick throws or any of that. Majima clearly had more practice in as far as throwing things went.]

[He launched the frisbee back, though, this time a bit high-- just to make him run for it.]

[ Majima took off after the thing... only as his feet hit the ground, he was distinctly fuzzier. It was in his wolf form that he leapt for the frisbee, catching it in his teeth with effortless ease.

The second his paws hit the ground, he was off like a shot back towards Tim, and he'd skitter to a stop right before he outright ran into the guy and bunt against him with soft, fluffy ears.

Boof.

He just looked so happy! Tail wriggling back and forth, grinning like a fool with the frisbee in his mouth. Which, by the way, he was not actually dropping? ]

Oh, my god.

[There were few things on earth that looked happier than a wolf with a frisbee in his mouth, and as Majima galloped his way across the beach towards him, he looked like the happiest goddamn wolf that had ever chased down a thrown object. It seemed like every since time Majima turned into a wolf around Tim, it was to do something super fucking cute.]

[Then he was rubbing against Tim's leg and, well, what else could he do but bend down and give him pets all over his adorable doggy head? It would be rude not to. Those ears, god, Tim could gladly rub his soft, fluffy ears all day long if he was given half a chance.]

God, you're so freaking cute. [Tim goes to take the frisbee from him and, uh. There was a problem?] Okay, you have to let go of it so that I can throw it again, Gorō.

[ Majima's response was a sort of grumbly noise as he held the frisbee, the embodiment of the canine sentiment 'no take. only throw!'. Even realizing the logic of Tim's statement, the urge to grab on was hard to resist.

Still, in the face of some amazing pets, he let go of the frisbee to instead press his snoot up against Tim's palm. It all felt so good -- the sun and wind against his back, the gentle, familiar fingers through his fur. ]

Hmmm. I'm workin' on that part.

[ He wasn't even going to protest being called cute, even though: ]

You're cute.

[ In Majima's informed opinion, Tim's smile took him from beefy hunk to adorable beefy hunk in exactly no time. He beamed, tail waving back and forth in a kind of guileless joy. ]

[In lieu of a response to that comment-- not that he had any sort of problem with Majima thinking that he was an adorable beefy hunk-- Tim bent down a little further to give Majima a kiss on top of his snoot. Which, in his totally unbiased and professional opinion, was the best snoot for kissing. A+ snoot, best in show.]

[Tim threw the frisbee for him again, sending it sailing off over the sand in a long arc. Since Majima seemed to love chasing after this thing, he might as well make it go long, right? And there was something nice about the repetition, throwing the frisbee and watching Majima chase after it and bring it back. His reluctance to give it up, even though there could be no more throw without take. (Still adorable. Tim didn't even mind, it just meant that he had more time to scratch behind Majima's ears.)]

[After throwing for him a little while, though, he kind of wanted to change it up a bit. Variety was the spice of life or whatever, right? So when he got the frisbee back, he went through the motions, but feigned actually throwing the thing-- then took off running in the opposite direction, frisbee still in hand.]

[Catch him if you can.]

[ Majima squeezed his eyes shut to accept the kiss, sliding back on his haunches and raising his head to grant Tim better access. Of course, this had the effect of bringing his tail in contact with the sand, which brushed back and forth in a wide white-gold arc.

When Tim pulled the fakeout, he was treated to a canine double-take and an audible 'wurf?' as Majima started off toward where he anticipated the frisbee to be and then

gasp

betrayal ]

Hey!

[ He bounded off after Tim, kicking up pawfuls of sand as he zigged past the man, teeth playfully chomping at the frisbee as he did so. Oooh, you, said the curl of his tail. ]

I'm gonna shed all over ya, you just wait!

[A betrayal most foul.]

[Majima caught up to him pretty quickly, probably because of that whole four legs vs two legs thing, but Tim had one advantage over Majima as a wolf that he didn't have over Majima as a man-- height. Since Majima was six feet long rather than six feet tall, Tim could raise the frisbee over his head when Majima chomped at it, keeping it out of his reach. A game of keep-away.]

[He laughed at the playful threat.]

I shed all over my own stuff, what's a little more? Do your worst.

[Did he shed as much as Majima? Probably not. Was he going to care if he went home with slightly more Majima fluff on him than normal? Also probably not.]

[ Tim got another couple of showy, bouncing leaps out of him, a flash of wolfish fangs. Then Majima was rearing up on his hind legs to prop his forepaws up on those beefy shoulders -- and then suddenly, it was Majima's arms looped around the man's neck and a warm kiss brushing up against Tim's lips. ]

Do my worst, huh? You sure about that?

[ Majima was just as shirtless as before, though his skin was warm with sun and exertion. ]

[Majima was still pretty heavy as a wolf, and the sudden weight of big paws on his shoulders rocked him back just a little. The weight was shortly after replaced, though, by warm arms and instead of the canine tongue that he was expecting to get liberally applied to his face, there was just a warm kiss. Much better, and definitely not Majima's worst.]

[Tim put his free hand on Majima's hip; he was just as handsome after some bright sun and exercise. And no sign of sunburn just yet.]

Very. [How bad could his worst be while they were on a public beach? ~~And let's be real, Tim was the guy who wanted to be smacked around with a crop, he might just like Majima's worst.~~] I can handle it.

Edited 2019-06-28 02:09 (UTC)

[ That got a faint noise of approval out of Majima. One of his hands slipped, down and around along the line of Tim's back. Did Tim have back pockets? Because if he did, Majima would simply slip his hand inside to rest. Otherwise, the minotaur would find that hand casually cupping his ass.

Good thing there weren't too many people on the beach. Although once evening fell and people started disappearing indoors, there'd be even less people, wouldn't there? Hmmmm. ]

In that case...

[ Another kiss, languid and easy. ]

Will ya come out here with me once it gets dark? I hear it's nice.

[The back pocket of Tim's shorts was filled with Majima's hand, and, well, one way or another, he was going to get a handful of beef butt. Not that Tim minded, he could have as many handfuls of ass as he wanted-- or, rather, he could have two, because if he started getting more than two handfuls, Tim was going to have a lot of questions.]

[The idea of coming back later, when it was dark and there was just the empty beach and a sky full of stars, actually sounded terribly romantic to him-- and that was kind of what he was mostly occupied with, rather than the possibilities of what else you could do on an empty beach. Especially after Majima had already warned him once about sand everywhere. Things that Tim was not into: sandpapering his insides. Things that Tim was into: romantic night on the beach with boyfriend.]

Yeah, of course. I'd love to.

[Gosh, what a romantic boyfriend. He was so lucky.]

If that's your worst, it doesn't sound that bad, y'know. Maybe your bark's worse than your bite.

That a request?

[ Because Tim did seem to enjoy a little fang, didn't he? There was probably a burger joke to be found here, though for the present, Majima seemed way more interested in kissing. Mostly little nibbles, a warm press against the corner of Tim's mouth or lower lip while he tried not to focus on the frisbee presumably still in Tim's hand. Look, he could control himself! ]

Unfortunately, you're gonna have to file it under delayed gratification for now.

[ Unless Tim wanted to start stripping here, which seemed ill-advised. They were already attracting a little attention by way of being monsters -- and even if they hadn't been, they were both pretty distinctive. ]

But maybe I can interest ya in somethin' else in the meantime? For instance, I still haven't picked out a swimsuit.

[Sorry, Majima, Tim wasn't that much of an exhibitionist. He'd need at least the cover of darkness to consider taking off his clothes like that, and even then, probably some convincing.]

Hey, I can be patient.

[The prospect of seeing Majima trying on a bunch of different little swimsuits, though? That was a tempting prospect. Who wouldn't like watching their hot, leggy boyfriend try on a lot of tiny clothing? God, he'd look so good in everything.]

Oh. Wow. Okay, yeah, if you, uh. Want my opinions? On swimsuits? I mean I don't mind helping.

Glad to hear it.

[ In response, Majima nabbed his bag, slipped his hair free of its tie, and then took Tim by the hand, starting off in the direction of a little shop. Loud beach towels, sandals, umbrella, and more lined its front, but there also looked to be a solid selection of swimsuits for people who wanted to do a little shopping. They even had some floppy big hats, though none as floppy and big as Tim's. He was the winner.

Some of them were more conservative, but it was evident from the selection (and the few people on the beach) that here on Tunn, the crowd skewed younger and the clothes more revealing.

He picked at a low-rise pair of navy shorts with mild interest -- it was Tim's reaction that he seemed most interested in. ]

I usually go with black, but... whattaya think? I trust ya to provide fair and unbiased judgment.

[It wasn't surprising to find a store selling swim apparel on the boardwalk, so Majima's decision to abstain from getting a suit until they arrived wasn't a bad one. There were swimsuits in a wide range of colors, from standard and conservative to bright, some with patterns. Majima went for solid navy blue, which was a decent choice-- it would look good on him, definitely, but there wasn't a whole lot that wouldn't.]

That's not bad. It would look fine, but it's kind of plain, isn't it?

[He idly searched through some of the racks, through bright and clashing patterns until--]

[He found it.]

[The world's most amazing swimsuit.]

Oh. [He took it off the rack and showed it to Majima, barely able to contain his grin because it was so bad that it circled around to being good again.] Hey? How 'bout it?

What...?

[ Majima had never seen jeados in his life, so at first he assumed that someone had repurposed a set of perfectly good jeans into some kind of high-cut swimwear for people with bad taste.

It was only upon closer inspection that he realized the denim was a print, and whoever had made it hadn't had the good grace to at least make sure the fake pockets weren't cut off. ]

The hell? I guess tacky transcends time. Ya got some hidden talent I should know about?

[ A clash of hideous color caught his eye, and he pulled a pair of trunks from the rack, handing them to Tim. ]

Here. That about right?

It's so tacky that it's great.

[Because that was how stuff worked, Majima. Tacky was a human construct, anyway-- it wasn't real, free yourself from the constraints of arbitrary fashion. Wear stupid shit just because it was stupid and funny.]

[Tim took the swim trunks that were handed to him, holding them up so that he could really appreciate the image on them. That sure was a cat with a taco and a pizza, right on the crotch. Majestic.]

I'll wear these if you wear that. God, I wish I had a camera with me.

[Tim didn't care if he looked like an idiot on the beach, that was fine. These trunks were amazing and he would be secure in that knowledge even if everyone else thought they were the worst things on earth.]

[ Hear that, Tim? It was the sound of a man's soul slowly dying. He died as he lived, indulging in stupid bullshit. ]

Why do I get the feeling I dug my own grave?

[ Ordinarily? This was where Majima made a point of saying no way, no how. But something about Tim's goofy-ass smile made him reconsider. Either that or he'd finally given away his last fuck. Look upon the face of a man who realized the final dad joke was on him. ]

...alright, fine. But only for a little bit. I do actually gotta get a real swimsuit, and I don't trust this thing to stay on in a stiff breeze.

[ Or wave. So it hadn't been entirely an excuse, showing up without beachwear. And there was the whole rest of the summer to think about -- a summer hopefully free of jeados, god. He leaned in, bringing his face in close to Tim's; his hair tickled as he did so. ]

So pick somethin' hot, too.

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