The surf was amazing, the sun was shining, scorching to say the least, but hey, nothing he wasn't used to.

One thing he wasn't used to was that sight.. A bloke a few feet away, surfboard in hand, and muscles for days..

He could probably snap me like a twig and I'd say thank- WOAH! Calm the fuck down, man..

The blond shakes his head, attempting to pull his mind out of the gutter, instead using the opportunity to sneak a few more glances.. His mouth going dry as he did so. Damn, he was.. fine..

But didn't have that pogue look to him.. More like a kook.. Bloody fuck. Why are all the hit guys kooks? I mean.. Not all of them, he was a prime example-

He pushed the thoughts away for a moment, instead focusing on catching a few more killer waves, feeling his adrenaline spike each time he succeeded.

The excitement of surfing was great, and the adrenaline high didn't last forever, eventually leaving the surfeing to grab his board and return to shore, flopping down in the soft sand with a sigh.

He lay his head back against the hot sand, panting quietly and exhausted, hair damp with water, skin glistening with seawater and sweat.

That is.. Until he remembered the hot guy he had spotted earlier, forcing him to push himself up into a sitting position again and search for the bloke, his eyes flickering up the beach, pausing when he landed on..

Bingo- There he was, just a few feet down, getting ready to get in the water.

He needed to do something other than sit and fantasize if he was ever going to get his attention.

Jesus, why was this guy this hot? Unfair, really. Alright, come on. Its just talking, right? I can do that.. I do it all the time.

He forced himself off the sand and grabbing his own board, slowly making his way towards the man, pausing a few feet away as he gathered the words in his mind.

Hey! No, that's too generic.. Hi? Nope. Hello.. No.. Jesus Christ, this shouldn't be so difficult!- Hey, there-

He swallowed, before finally calling out to the stranger. "Yo, you got a moment?"