one-and-five-nines:

“Are you sure you don’t need any–”

Tony shook his head, bringing his foot back into the boat. “Sit. Look pretty. We’re on our way.”

The wind picked up as they rode through the channel at low speed. Tony standing behind the wheel, hip perched on the tall captain’s chair, gorgeous as he blocked the sun from his eye. The city came into view and Steve could see the white, stone houses and alleyways they had walked through the day before built into the side of a mountain. As they got closer to open seas, Steve could see the patio from their fireworks show. It made him want to be near Tony, so he slid off the bench seat.

Vacation from Held by @ashes0909 and @festiveferret. It’s pretty much the definition of “relevant to my interests.”