Peter and Aladdin
The sun was setting over the horizon as Peter rolled on to his side. Aladdin reached up from his place on the crumpled blanket to stroke his forearm, and Peter pulled away. 'What's up? Are you ok?' he asked in a gravelly voice. He pulled the plugs out of his ears and set this in his already discarded shoe. "You know, you don't have to take out your plugs..." Peter laughed, flicking Aladdin's ear lobe. 'I know,' he said. 'I just don't really like having them in all the time.' He sat up and crossed his legs, getting close to Peter's face. He put one hand on his knee and ran the other through his orange hair, knocking the green hat on to the sand. "Dude," Peter said, moving away from Aladdin. "I'm not gay..." Aladdin grabbed the hat from behind Peter and shook the sand off. 'That's ok,' he said, replacing his own hat with Peter's. 'I can change that.' He zipped down his sweatshirt and set in next to his shoes in a heap. He then began to pull the V-neck over his head. "Dude," Peter whispered, "Just stop." The shirt was already laying on the sand. 'Calm down, Ginger. This isn't all for you.' He stood and slipped his shorts off, leaving him in only boxers. He winked at the boy and sprinted to the water, plopping down cross legged in the warm ocean. Peter stuck his tongue out and flipped him off. "Fuck you, asshole!" He laughed, pulling off his own shirt. 'That's the spirit!' Aladdin shouted. He motioned to Peter to hurry up. He buried his feet in the sand and stood, letting the water gush down his legs and holding up his heavy shorts. He waded slightly further into the ocean and waited. Peter started running towards him, pulling off his skinny jeans as he went. He belly flopped hard into the warm, shallow water. Aladdin leaned back and floated as Peter crawled toward him along the sand. He righted himself as Peter approached him. He wrapped his long fingers around the skinny boy's hips. "I'M NOT A FUCKING FAG!" Peter screamed, ripping Aladdin's from his waist. "Fuck you!" Aladdin backed away and waded up to shore slowly. He sat on the blanket and looked sadly up to the mountains beyond the beach. 'I'm sorry...' he whispered. Peter neared him as he replaced his plugs and slipped his shoes on. 'I guess I'll go home now... I'm sorry Peter.' Aladdin looked up into Peter's big brown eyes. "Yeah, well, fuck you..." Peter whispered, standing. "See ya." Aladdin watched with sad eyes as Peter walked away, down the beach.