Strel hummed as he held onto the blanket, carrying it draped across an arm. It was a clear day and the redhead had come to it willing that morning. First he had woken Noss beside him, after moving his arm across the tailor's chest to the side. Well, first he had bothered to dress in a jacket and lighter pants before pulling his lover out of bed and away from the comfort of the pillows. Granted, the redhead had also gingerly left the warmth and company of Noss, but it had been easy enough once he had gazed out the window and saw the sun rising before his eyes, already above the tree line. But he shut the curtains as he dressed, eyes still adjusted to the dark, giving the warrior a few more moments of quiet and peace as he performed his typical morning ritual of combing out his hair and donning clothes.

But after he had managed to get Noss up, and fed both of them with something he had caught the night before, Strel pretty much ordered the other man to follow him carrying a basket with a very weak and mild wine, a summer bouquet, and some cooked meat for a makeshift canine picnic. As much as the redhead abhorred the water and swimming, he took the warrior to the coast, where the waves beat against the sand and soothed the weary soul. Maybe here Strel would find it in his heart to be courageous and tell the man he loved him. If not, well it would prove a nice place to simply be with the other man. "Now isn't this nice, Noss?" he asked as they started down a small cliff side toward the sandy beach below, waves crashing inland. The redhead avoided looking out and down, hand on the wall, firmly looking for ridges in case he lost his footing. "Told you it'd be worth it."

Grinning sheepishly, the man fixed the edges of the homemade blanket, grimacing slightly at the sand that managed to find its way onto the cloth. Noss placed the basket down near it and the redhead rolled his eyes at him and his comment. "When will you learn to believe me more? Honestly, I do know what I'm talking about." Strel huffed a tad as he fixed the hem of his jacket where a loose thread had been, then added, "Well, usually, at least." Still, he rolled his eyes at the joke, and ignored it promptly. Strel was just as stubborn as the other man, and that was that. He was just as opinionated and fierce as the warrior, even though his weapon anyone could yield if they knew how best to use it. "Noss, give me some credit." He was starting to feel the breeze a bit more strongly and longed to use the warrior's body heat to stave off the light chills that could follow from being so close to a still freezing sea.

The tailor closed the very short distance between them, and took the warrior's hand and pulled. Strel was definitely the weaker of them both but that did not matter an inch when the redhead wanted his way with a surety. "Come on, we came here for a breakfast and that is what we're going to have, even if you don't want to get sand in your tail fur," he ordered, dragging Noss down to the blanket. He leaned out to grab the basket, opening himself up to whatever perverted thing the man wanted to do. Not that he did not think about that, of course. But the basket did end up beside them and the redhead opened it up. "Really now, doesn't this feel nice? Nothing wrong with something lacking the power thrusting you seem to enjoy..," he said smirking lightly, since he had not protested much himself.

Strel did not react initially when he felt the hand smack his rear. But the moment he sat back onto it, he turned to eye the man that had done it with a dirty glare. "Oh don't be pulling that innocent stuff on me, Noss, I know I'm not haunted by an ass-slapping ghost," he growled lightly, quirky half smile on his face. "I'm onto you, mister," he added as the man changed the topic. Well, more like elaborated on the topic. Strel rolled his eyes at that, choosing not to give an answer. Of course he enjoyed it. What was there not to enjoy? It was a lovely moment between two people who cared about each other and their bodies. The redhead, quite frankly, loved those moments when the two of them lost their intelligence and lost themselves in each others' arms. It was rather nice to fall onto of Noss and.. that thought was dangerous, especially when the redhead wanted to keep the moment clean. Okay, clean enough.

Bottles were hard to open, and Strel had to give Noss props for trying. He himself had a hard time at the beginning opening bottles, but he had never really done so before and no one showed him how. The redheaded man chuckled as he gently pulled the bottle out of his lover's grip. Fumbling inside the picnic basket, he pulled out a corkscrew. The metal was still lacking rust, though the handle was a little bit worn; Strel had found it had been chewed when the humans still lived, most likely by a teething young pup. He twisted the screw into the cork all the way and then pulled it out with a satisfactory pop. "Yep. And I usually just use my claws. Like I just rock the cork back and forth in the neck while I pull; takes a bit longer but works just fine. I figured we could be fancy today." Strel chuckled as he took Noss's hand and put the bottle into his palm. "There you are, darlin'."

Strel rolled his eyes at this lover, wondering when the snarky comments would stop. But, to be honest, he did not really care; that was why he kept the man around, for the bantering conversation. The good lays were not a bad thing either. The redhead thoroughly enjoyed this man, and it was nice to be able to watch the waves, do something lame and cheesy with him, and just share some quiet time. It was a little less than quiet but that was beyond the point. They were spending nonsexual time together and it was nice. Right? "Well, if you don't watch it, I will be 'onto' you, and you won't like it this time," he countered, raising a brow at the man. He would find a way to make it less pleasant and far more discomforting than it was behind closed doors. Strel was positive the man would not like whatever he came up.

It was nice that he had gotten Noss into the drink, though he would never go out searching for it. If it was offered, he would take it, though he watched himself far better than the redhead ever had. And probably ever would. Drink was his vice and it was a vice he embraced. Why run from it? It was good, maybe not for his health, but it was good. But when the other man managed to grab the back of his head and force a kiss, transferring some of the drink into his own mouth. Just because the redhead did unspeakable things to Noss did not mean he was okay with this. He almost sputtered the stuff out, but swallowed on principle. Wiping at stray drops on his lips, the redhead glared at the other male. "Noss!" he said, rather loudly and agitated, as he playfully smacked the man's shoulder. "I did not say you could do that!"