The Right Season (слэш)

Tony likes the beach. He likes it just fine. Of course, normally his beach experience involves drinking cocktails in a deck chair while some half-naked pretty young thing cuddles up to him and asks for a sunscreen reapplication.
“Ah, crap, I should probably put on more sunscreen,” Peter says, touching his nose with a wince. “Can you grab it for me?”
Tony might be going to hell.