White Sails
Severus was not a happy camper. In fact, he wasn't a happy yachter but that didn't stop Lucius from dragging him on holiday from 'the womenfolk.' Severus had suggested many nice places: Bruges, Alsace, and Reykjavik, to name a few. Lucius would have none of it—he always had been the more forceful one.
When Severus stomped into the bar from the sundeck with a scowl on his face that would frighten sharks away, Lucius merely laughed and slapped him on the back.
"On reflection…" Lucius gasped as he hung upside down, "touching you with skin that red wasn't…the best…idea."
Prompt from drakien: Lucius, Sev, no one else, and a yacht.