Derek sort of loses track of time as they lay there dozing in the sun, arms occasionally brushing. After awhile he remembers that while his healing abilities will never allow his skin to do more than turn a golden brown, the same can't be said for Thomas. Derek drags himself into a sitting position and looks over, expecting to see lots of pink skin, but he's pleasantly surprised.

Thomas' skin is tan and warm looking, obviously less vulnerable to the sun's rays than Derek expected. He finds himself letting his gaze sweep over Thomas' body, lingering at the cut of his hips, and then he realizes what he's doing and swallows hard, jerking his head forward. If his cheeks and ears are pink, he'll blame it on sunburn that hasn't quite had a chance to heal.

"Come on, lazy ass," Derek teases, patting Thomas' thigh with the back of his hand. "If we stay out here much longer, we're going to bake. Or starve to death."