As the sun set and the sky morphed into a mixture of red, orange, and blue, the beach was almost quiet. Despite it being a summer evening, there were no other people here. A few seagulls were playing around with a discarded plastic bottle. A turtle was dragging itself towards the ocean for a refreshing dip. And two burly fellows were guffawing and grilling some burgers.
"Another round goes to me, Logan." The brawny, blue-furred fellow chuckled, as he gathered his winnings and took another bite out his burger. He followed by pushing his glasses up and stroking his beard.
"Yeah, well, if you brought this same luck to Friday nights, Hank, we might have actually won something." Logan's sarcastic wit hid a tinge of saltiness from their unsuccessful bout on poker night. He scarved down another burger and reached for a bottle of beer.
"Well...you see, poker...isn't an easy game." Hank twiddled with the drawstrings of his black and yellow swim trunks.
Logan smirked and started dealing out cards again. The two X-Men were fortunate to have a break for duties, and even more fortunate that it was the two of them. It was nice to be alone. Even if it was just hanging out playing cards and eating burgers. Sometimes, the presence of each other was more than enough to make it all worthwhile.
Logan put down the empty bottle and got up to get another.
"A little too much, don't you think, dear?" Logan looked back to Hank, who had a toothy grin on his face.
"This'll be my third one. Besides, I don't get that drunk."
"Still, I doubt that excessive consumption of any alcoholic beverage is conducive to a long-lasting liver. Even in your case."
"Eh, I've gotten by so far. I'm sure it won't kill me now."
Hank frowned and his ears drooped.
Logan sighed. "Alright, last one. I promise."
"Excellent!" As Logan bent down to get another drink, Hank couldn't help but appreciate his beloved's behind. Despite being hidden by a pair of blue and yellow swim trunks, it was easy to make out the tush And what a tush it was! Muscly and toned, it was glorious to view. It was even better to hold. Suddenly, he glanced above the trunk and spotted something pink and white. Hank smirked. It was the underwear he got Logan for Valentine's Day. It was a matching set for the two of them. Unfortunately, Hank was not wearing his pair that day.
Hank got up and strode towards the cooler.
"You need a drink, too, Hank?" Logan asked, not turning around.
"Uh, yes! A Pink Paradise, please."
"Pink Paradise? What the hell kind of drink is that?"
"No worries. I'll get it." With that, he slipped two fingers under the white waistband and gave a light yank. Despite putting minimal effort into the wedgie, it immediately exposed the legholes of the briefs. The legholes and the waistband were white, but the body of the underpants were pink. The briefs reached halfway up Logan's back before Hank snapped the undies back.
"Grr, you little kinkster." Logan growled and laughed as he slowly shoved his briefs back into his swimming trunks. The displaced gitch still peeked above his swimming trunks. "That not very becoming of a doctor, ya know?"
"True," Hank chuckled. "But I couldn't help myself. Those pink underpants are the most adorable thing you've chosen to wear."
Logan blushed. "C'mon, Hank. The most adorable thing? What about the cat ears that one time?"
"Erm...well, those were something. A little more tacky than adorable. But, if you liked them, then I support your attire." Hank reached for a bottle of beer and began to walk back to his seat.
