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[justbeingknife]

[ 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. ]

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[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.

[justbeingknife]

[ 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.

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[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.

[justbeingknife]

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.

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[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.

[justbeingknife]

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.

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[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?

[justbeingknife]

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?

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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.]

[justbeingknife]

[ 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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[Tim laughed, delighted and throaty, at the sight of Majima just relinquishing his final fuck into the ether. Maybe it was payback for all of the bad puns, maybe it was just that Majima took himself so seriously sometimes that it was kind of nice to see him just go with some bullshit. It's okay, Majima, just roll with it. Roll with the really terrible swimsuit.]

[Majima leaned in, his unbound hair dark and sleek despite the efforts of both exercise and salt spray-- fuck genetics, really-- and Tim kissed him, his head angled just right so that any prying eyes would get blocked by the floppy brim of his hat. See, it was practical.]

Okay, okay, I promise I'll pick out something good. It won't be hard.

[Majima would look good in pretty much anything that wasn't an intentional gag, and even then... there wasn't a whole lot that wouldn't compliment his ass. Maybe he could find something in red? He would look good in red. And maybe no speedos, since he didn't seem too fond of that style, but definitely not something that covered as much as those board shorts that Majima had grabbed. There had to be a happy medium between prude shorts and banana hammock, right?]

[justbeingknife]

[ Okay, this was nice. This was even maybe worth the price of the jeados, although he wasn't totally sure? Just to verify, maybe Majima would just have to brace a hand against Tim's chest and follow up on that kiss with a few of his own -- at least until he heard the creak underfoot that signaled a clerk might be approaching them.

No one was; the man was adjusting stock. But that didn't detract from the enjoyment of sneaking a kiss or two. ]

Then it's a deal.

[ There were curtained-off sections, which he'd hesitate to even call changing rooms, but they'd do for this. Majima slipped behind one of them, terrible jeados in hand. ]

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[While Majima retreated into the changing room to try on the world's most awful speedo, Tim went back to the racks to find something appropriate. As much as he was tempted to try to one-up even the terrible jean-print speedo-- a terrible G-string, maybe? In the brightest neon he could find?-- he had promised to pick out something decent.]

[He picked out a couple of options; suits that showed off plenty of leg, because god if Majima didn't have a nice set of stalks on him, but also looked like they wouldn't result in an unfortunate wardrobe malfunction if he actually decided to get into the water. As funny as tacky speedos were, it would be a really bad ending to the date if they got banned from the beach for accidentally flashing people.]

How's it going in there?

[He still wanted to see the jeados in action.]

[justbeingknife]

Y'know, up close... this thing still looks goofy as shit.

[ The curtain was pushed aside, and... the tonal dissonance was real. The kind of swerves lesser dudes would die for, and what called to mind particularly awful daisy dukes that were already riding up his hips. Majima scrubbed a hand through his hair, all the while resisting the urge to pull the jeados down a little. ]

Well? Feels like it's tryin' to crawl up my ass.

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[It's really hard not to just bust out laughing when Majima emerged-- not only did those things look absolutely ridiculous on him, amazing legs notwithstanding, but Majima's commentary on the attempted migration of the jeados just really added a certain je ne sais quois to the whole endeavor.]

Oh, wow. That's just... wow.

[He may have found the one thing that Majima didn't look sexy in.]

It's, it's really not--

[He was going to end it with 'that bad', but he couldn't lie to Majima's face like that. Really, he physically couldn't, he wasn't able to keep a straight face while he said it and had to cover his mouth with his hand. Tim held out the other picks, the ones that were significantly less stupid in cut and color. There, Majima, try on something that wasn't deliberately awful.]

Okay, okay, you should take those off. God, those really are goofy as shit.

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima snorted, then took the spare pare of shorts from Tim. And 'shorts' was the operative word here; it looked to bare considerably more thigh than he was used to, but it also looked a lot less ridiculous.

So how could he refuse? ]

Go ahead, laugh all ya like. But I'm not gonna be satisfied until ya try on the taco cat shorts.

[ Turnabout was fair play, sir.

He disappeared back behind the curtain to fight his way out of the jeados. ]

Ow, shit. Whose bright idea was this thing, anyhow?

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[Hey, Majima had told him to pick something hot. Ask and ye shall receive.]

Fair's fair. I can't just leave you hanging.

[So when Majima went back into that curtained changing room with his new swimwear, Tim took his taco cat board shorts into the other. He had a considerably easier time getting into his than his boyfriend apparently did, but honestly? Majima had kind of given him the easy mode in terms of ridiculous swimwear. Sure, the print's silly, but the suit itself was pretty comfortable. Maybe not the sexiest suit on the rack, but he wouldn't be afraid of any unfortunate fabric migrations, either.]

Somebody with a weird sense of humor, probably. [Why else would you made a jean-print speedo? That was a very niche market to try to capitalize on, people who liked tiny swimsuits and also denim.] Maybe it's supposed to be a gag gift or something.

[He emerged from the changing room, clad in all his taco cat glory.]

Y'know, dumb print aside, this really isn't bad?

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima poked his head out of the curtains, took one look at Tim, and then turned his face aside, shoulders silently shaking. Funny thing was, though... ]

Cute,

[ He managed, just barely, before he had to pause and try to control his grin. He wasn't laughing! ]

It's practically fuckin' zen. Must be the space theme.

[ But honestly, armed with the foreknowledge that Tim liked cats, it really was kind of cute, in a tacky way. Was that a thing? He stepped out from the changing room, and boy, it turned out Tim had an excellent eye, because that swimsuit was hugging his hips like it was going out of style. Snug at the hip and ass, with not much left to the imagination... but enough. ]

So?

[ Majima took a couple of steps toward him, reaching over to put a palm just below Tim's shoulderblade. If he wanted to provide Tim a nonbiased, objective viewing angle, this kind of close proximity kind of defeated the purpose?

But maybe he actually just wanted to encourage Tim to look down and enjoy the experience. After all, dorky board shorts be damned, he was having plenty of fun getting to soak in that grade-A beach beef. ]

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[Tacky cute was definitely a thing, in the same way that ugly cute was a thing. A variation on so bad that it's good.]

[But Majima in those new shorts? Well, that was the furthest from tacky that a man could get-- the opposite of tacky, anti-tacky. He looked damn good and since Majima still had one fully functional eyeball, there was no possible way that he didn't notice that he was drop-dead gorgeous. A tall drink of water in objectively small amounts of clothing.]

[Tim made a low whistle.]

You'll be the hottest thing on the beach. They look really good on you.

[Beat-people-off-with-a-stick good. It was probably a good thing that Tim wasn't terribly prone to jealousy.]

They're not too small, right? I could find something else if you aren't comfortable. Or if you're worried that they won't stay on.

[If he wanted something that covered more of the tattoo on his legs, or something that was less at risk of going out with the tide.]

[justbeingknife]

[ He grinned. What a thoughtful guy, A+ boyfriending, Tim. ]

Nah, they're just small enough.

[ Not something Majima would have picked out for himself, at least not a year ago. But these days Majima found he cared a little less about playing by the rules, about passing as modest and respectable and everything else he let hold him back for years. And if his boyfriend was into it, all the better.

He flagged a cashier down to help ring them up. ]

Let's get down to the water, huh? Want to grab anythin' else while we're here?

[ Tim was thoughtful... but more than that, hanging out with him was fun. Majima was used to acting older than he was; by now, the habit was practically burned into him. But occasionally one could see those little moments of playfulness, those telltale slips that betrayed he was still twenty-five: sometimes out of his depth, prone to impulsivity and excess. Robbed of a couple years of simply existing as a young man with the freedom to make decisions for himself. Spending time with someone his age who could understand him was surprisingly

really nice. ]

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[Nothing un-respectable about the amount of leg that Majima was showing. Totally respectable. He was just also ridiculously hot, which Tim was totally okay with because he was the one who got to go home with the ridiculously hot crime man. Lucky him.]

[Ringing up their stuff was a pretty quick affair, a process that was maybe only elongated a little because Tim insisted on paying for his own tacky swim trunks. He made real money these days, Majima didn't have to pay for him like he did when they went to the cat cafe.]

I think I'm good. So, I mean, unless you want to pick up a hat...

[Would he subject Majima to the horrors of a floppy brimmed straw hat? Absolutely. It would totally ruin the sexy beach look he had going on right now, but Tim didn't care. And he was kind of curious about whether Majima could even, like, physically get hat hair? Were his good hair genetics just too strong?]

[And it was nice to see Majima loosen up. Relax, have some fun, try on some ridiculous denim-print speedos. If there was anything good about this whole Cannibal Peninsula situation, it was that the expectations and responsibilities of their homes couldn't follow them here-- there was no yakuza boss to tell Majima to kill, and no vaults for Tim to hunt for Jack.]

[There's just the two of them, and an ocean that Tim still doesn't know how to swim in.]

You've got your work cut out for you, y'know. I'm putting a lot of faith in your teaching abilities.

[This could only end well.]

[justbeingknife]

Hey, I went out with Juno the other day, and things turned out.

[ Granted, Juno still knew how to splash around, so it wasn't quite the same, but still. He turned toward the shore, hand in Tim's, and... yep, they were getting some stares, all right, but the other beachgoers didn't actually hassle them, save maybe coming in for a bit of a closer look. Maybe Tim was keeping them away? He was, after all, a ripped minotaur with hooves and horns -- maybe they just didn't want to try pissing him off, taco cat swimshorts or no.

Majima dropped his bag in the sand a little ways from shore; closer to the water, the sand was fine and cool underfoot. ]

So, ya know anythin' about swimming in theory? You've seen other people do it before, right?

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[Tim tried to just ignore the people who were staring at them-- probably it was because Tim was a big beefman, and minotaur were kind of rare on the peninsula, or because he was walking hand-in-hand with someone who looked completely human. That kind of thing wasn't likely very common outside of Bavan.]

He mentioned something about you giving him some pointers.

[And insisted that he totally knew how to swim all along, really, which Tim was about 99% sure was absolute bullshit. But that was fine, whatever spared Juno's poor, raccoon-man ego.]

[Tim left his things with Majima's and followed him down towards the water.]

Yeah, definitely. I've got, like, a general idea of how it works?

[Well, he'd seen it done in movies, anyway. That was close enough, right?]

[justbeingknife]

[ Hey, it was better than nothing. And who knew that Juno had talked to Tim about their ocean adventures? Maybe he'd mentioned the seafood bake, too. ]

Okay.

Normally, I'd tell ya that you ought to be pretty good at floatin' already. Between the air in your lungs and body fat, human bodies generally don't want to sink.

[ He dipped his gaze down over Tim's frame as he waded deeper into the water, about waist-deep. It felt just right against skin warmed by the summer sun. ]

...unfortunately for you, [ but fortunately for Majima?? ] ya got a ton of muscle. Also, I'm not sure how your legs are gonna work into this equation. But we can still try it. See that dude over there, floatin' on his back? Like that.

Ya take a deep breath, lean back, and try and keep yourself horizontal. I'll hold ya up while ya try, how about it?