Ty walked down the beach, the quiet waves lapping at his feet, cooling them off a bit from the bright rays of the sun. Children and their parents played in the surf, others made sand castles on the beach. It was perfectly calm and innocent for now. That made Ty happy. He adjusted his flat-visored hat to better block the sun from his already deeply bronzed face. He tanned easily.
Ty enjoyed the salty smell, and the sight of bare chests and nicely toned bellies. He payed the girls no mind, though he couldn't say the same for them. Some approached him but he politely let them go away. He wasn't interested in the likes of them. He was interested in something spicier, in something better to satisfy him. He wanted something with an X chromosome.
James layed his bare back down on the soft beach towel, the sunlight warming up his lightly tanned chest. He brushed his sweat-dampened bangs out of his eyes and smiled with his glistening white teeth, looking next to him over at Lynn. She raised her eyebrows, wiggling them at him and motioned for James to look behind him with her eyes. He looked behind him at someone he knew Lynn found hot, but he couldn't just look at the guy like that. Lynn messed up his taste in guys a lot.
"Lyyynnn~, he's not even my tyype. Plus he looks straight, maybe you should take a go at him" He winked.
"Ohh come on, look at him. He's so gay. You'd look so cute together." She gigged a little.
James rested his head back on the towel, spreading his arms out and catching a handful of sand, letting it drain from between his fingers.
"Oh come on Lynn, when are you gonna learn I don't like the same guys as you." James whined.
Lynn sighed, shaking out her beautiful red hair and leaning back on her elbows, scoping out more of the beach for all guys there. Sometimes he adored Lynn for this. Sometimes she could spot a gay guy from miles away, sometimes she had no clue when one was right in front of her. James looked in the direction she was looking.
Walking down the beach, hands in pockets was a man that made James' mouth water. He had deeply bronze skin, and poking out from his hat was longish-choppy layered jet black hair. James sighed. He looked toooooooo manly for James.
Lynn and James gave each other that look, the one best friends give each other and they both know what it means. They then both put sunglasses on, and laid down to tan and bask in the playful glory of the beach on a summer day.
James found himself at a party alone on a Friday night mid-June. He was sitting on some unkown person's nice darkly stained deck just before the sun started setting. His long brown hair was sticking a little to his forehead in the heat. Onyx eyes watched the floor, following various people's shoes. All different types, converse, vans. Cheap shoes. Mostly flip flops and a few assorted heels. His elbows were a little sore from leaning them on the rail. some people behind him on a lawn kicked around a soccerball, or were setting up a volleyball net. Most peopole payed him no mind, his cousin had invited him to her boyfriends' friends' party. He had no connection to most of the people here. Some he'd seen around in college a few times
Next to him rested his small plastic cup of punch, which he didn't quite enjoy. Whatever someone had used to spike it tasted gross. He mostly just twirled his rainbow gem ring around his middle finger absentmindedly. James noted how some people had dressed up for the party, in little dresses and heels and some of the guys were wearing nicer jeans or t-shirts. He had not dressed up, he was just wearing a short-sleeved hoodie with a simple black tank top underneath, and some gray shorts and flip flops. Nothing special.
A few times his cousin came over and asked him how he was doing, if he was having any fun. He just answered in politely short replies. "Yes I'm good, Yes I'm having fun, how are you?" again, nothing special. James was really just a plain guy. Unless you counted how he was gay, but that didn't seem special to him.
After James had been standing there for an hour and a half watching other people having fun, he wanted to participate. He downed his foul-tasting spiked punch and headed inside for some more. He'd noted before that the girls sitting at the table on the deck had been talking about him, but jeesh, they didn't have to stop what they were doing and watch him walk by did they?
James walked inside the glass sliding door, to the eaqually hot interior of the house. Here there was music, people already half drunk making out on the couches, throwing things around and just generally making themselves look like asses. James wanted to get drunk, but he knew he wasn't the kind of drunk 80% of the people here were.
James got so distracted he barely was paying attention as he entered the kitchen were the food and drinks were. He bumped into a man standing by the beer, fully front-on and very hard. They would've fallen if the man didn't catch him with strong arms and with his english accent, drool, said "You haven't had one too many, have ya?" and looked at him with electrifying blue eyes almost hidden under choppy black bangs.
He couldn't help but blush and stumble back, saying "I actually haven't had any, just out of it. sorry"
James took the man in, He felt like he'd seen him somewhere before. He was leaning against the counter like James had been leaning on the railing, both elbows on the counter and leaning back. He had a beer in one hand and was wearing a form-fitting black v-neck short sleeved shirt. His deeply bronzed arms, chest and neck showing. James couldn't think of a man more yummy. He was also wearing whitewashed ripped fitted jeans and black shoes. But there was something on his arm that James liked, he liked it a lot. It was the same bracelet he bore on his left wrist. It was rainbow woven and sported a small black pixelated-looking "pride". James licked his lips in excitement, and with his left hand reached behind this man for a beer.
It worked exactly how he wanted it to, possibly better. The man saw his bracelet and reached his hand up easily to grab James' wrist. He kissed the bracelet and winked up at James.
"I'm Tyler, but you can call me Ty, love" James drooled at his accent and how the mans' lips looked when he talked. He wasn't even drunk and he already wanted to fuck the man, jeez.
"Hi Ty, I'm James." he smiled a small, cute smile and opened his beer, taking a sip. He never liked beer, but he didn't feel like staying sober. He craved the non-thinking drunken mind he'd come to love so often. Like a lost puppy to humans with warm hands and nice food.
"Well, James. I think you've found yourself a new friend." Ty grinned widely, the way he smiled was so damn english.
At that moment, perfectly on time when Ty and James were standing barely even seven inches apart staring into each others eyes, Electric blue back into Dark, neverending Black. Gina, James' cousin walked in to announce that she was leaving, James' only ride home.
"Aw, shit Ginaa. Just when I'm having fun." He smiled apologetically at Ty, Gina giving him an angry look that said "Let's go now."
James grabbed a pen from the island in the middle of the kitchen. James took Ty's arm and poised the pen above it, first giving Ty a polite look and saying "May I?", Ty nodded his approval and James quickly scrawled his number on the inside of Ty's arm. He kissed it after and winked up at the blushing Ty. "Byebye." James said, giving a little wave. Gina thought she'd never heard the man sound more Gay, and Ty gave him a little wave as Gina practically dragged him out of the kitchen.
"I don't like that Tyler guy, James, I haven't heard anything good about him" She gave him a sour glare and he shrugged it off lightly, getting into the backseat of her car, her boyfriend getting in the front. James' calmly watched the large houses turn into small, then small houses turn into little buisnesses, then stores, then back into small houses and apartments as they neared his.
Gina air-kissed both of his cheeks and he did the same, waving a goodbye to her and her boyfriend.
"Drive safe, kids.~" he said with his gay flare, and they drove away. James fumbled with his keys and slowly made his way up the stairs to his 4th-story apartment. It was a little later now, about eight and he lounged on the couch watching terrible television till he fell bored asleep at ten or so.
After James left, Ty read the number over and over again, getting it somewhat in his memory incase it washed off with sweat. He moved away from the beer, glad he found what he'd came looking for at the party and went home on his jet black fast bike. He adored the thing. He could practically kiss it and not feel awkward. Ty drove around for awhile and it was eleven before he got home, it wasn't like he had anything better to do. He greeted his small untidy apartment by throwing the keys on the counter, leaving a trail of his clothes on the floor until he got to his bedroom. Stripped down to his boxers, he flopped on his large bed and pushed the covers over the edge.
Enjoying the moonlight, he watched the sky for awhile before letting it lull him to sleep, the white light washing over his dark sheets, bronze skin and physically fit body. The city lights kept him up a bit longer than he would have liked, but he liked the warm homey views from his apartment windows. Just not tonight, tonight the world seemed kinda cold. Those were his last bitter thoughts as he drifted off comfortably.
At about noon the phone startled James awake and he smacked his lips, licking them and yawning. He sat up on his couch and stretched, shutting the tv off. After two or three rings whoever it was hung up, and then called back five minutes later, Putting bread in his toaster, James picked it up.
"Hey, this is Tyler, James?"
"Oh heyyy, Ty, yeah it's James. What wakes you up so early in the morning." He finished off with a yawn for effect. Tyler chuckled.
"Oh nothing, I was just free today. Are you up for anything?"
"Nooope. I was just gonna sit around and mope but if you wanna do something that's cool. I kinda wanted to go to the beach today."
He could hear Ty's smile on the other end. James noticed how odd it was that they were talking like friends, when they'd barely even met each other the night before.
"Okay then, beach it is. I'll pick you up in an hour. Make sure to wear nice, sturdy shoes. I don't own a car, I'll be picking you up on my bike."
"Oooh, a bike. I'll definitely make sure, then." He gave Ty his address, and they hung up shortly after. James thrummed his fingers on his counter in excitement, and jumped in the shower after eating his toast for a short twenty minutes, blow-drying his hair and putting on the Black board shorts with the white stripes down the side.
He applied a thin layer of sun screen, and his low-top converse sneakers, pulling on his short-sleeved hoodie from yesterday and sitting on his balcony to wait for Ty to show up.
Ty showed up fifteen minutes late and apologized by buying burgers and fries for them at the beach, they walked to their towels in the gentle surf, talking the whole way. By the time they got back they were red-faced from laughing so much. James was surprised at how Ty broke the stereotype you'd give him just by looking at him.
It was like they already kinda knew each other, they fit together very well.
"So are you having a fun time?" the boy with the electric eyes asked. His accent still made James drool.
"Yeeess, it feels like it's going by so fast though. What time is it?"
"about four, and I'm having fun too." He winked at James and ate some fries. They were sitting on one large towel, cross-legged and facing each other with their food in the middle. James thought it was kinda funny how white Ty made him look. He put his left arm out and said:
"Jeez, Tyyy. Look how white you make me look!" Ty stuck his left arm out, close enough to touch James and chuckled a little.
"I kinda look black next to you, white boy." James laughed his husky laugh and said, "I've even got a decent tan. You must be portugese or something, you tan veryyy darkly."
"I am portugese, actually. Though I did grow up in england and my dad stole me away to the states about four years ago." He lowered his arm and looked at the towel. James couldn't read his expression.
"Oh, and your mother didn't put up a fight?" He realized he'd been rude right after and patted Ty's hand when Ty gave him a sad look. "That was rude of me, you don't need to answer." Ty smiled.
"Naw, it's okay. My dad shot my mom, actually. She put up a fight before that though." Ty looked James squarely in the eye, and then out at the water behind James. "It's kinda soap-opera like. Once she found out He was in a gang, she brought me out to England, We survived there till I was like.. nineteen and then my dad caught up to us. He called her a bitch, and shot her. I tried to save her but he had one of his men drag me away. I didn't go without a fight though. I bloodied him up pretty bad. I don't know what kind of a man, what kind of a father, even. Would shoot the mother of his son. To this day I don't know what kind of a father he is for leaving me to my own soon as he got me back here too, though he still keeps checking on me every so often to make sure I don't make a move to go back."
"oh, that's sad..." James trailed off, chewing a bite of his burger thoughtfully before setting it down. "And you haven't tried to go back anyways?"
Ty laughed a little, darkly. "There's nothing there for me but happy memories tainted by the tradgedy of my mothers' death." he winced a little. "I sound Reaaallyyy cheesy, don't I?"James giggled.
"Only a little, but I don't think you can help it". They finished eating in a comfortable silence, stealing looks at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. It was pretty childish and silly for a couple of 23 year olds.
About an hour later, they sat on the edge of an elevated boardwalk, leaning on each other and watching the sun set.
"It's getting a little chilly, isn't it?" James said, shivering and huddling a little closer to Ty without looking up at him. Ty put his arm around James' shoulders, making James blush a little. Someone walking by them coughed out a "Homos" and Ty gave them the finger angrily. James paid them no mind. He couldn't help but be happy in someone elses' warm arms.
Just as the sun was dipping below the watery horizon James was starting to fall asleep with his head in Ty's lap. Ty gently brushed back his hair, and leaned down, his warm breath exciting James and he whispered "I think it's time we go before it gets too dark." he pressed a gentle kiss to James' cheek, next to his ear and leaned back on his hands so James could get up comfortably. James stretched, yawned and stood up, brushing his shorts free of sand.
Ty got up, slung their bag over his shoulder with one hand, and put his other arm around James shoulder. James responded by smiling up at him and putting his arm around Ty's waist. They walked back to the parking lot along the boardwalk, seeing mostly just other, straighter couples walking back as well. The small shops along the boardwalk were closing up as well.
Eventually they began walking further apart and ended up just holding hands the rest of the way, throwing flirty glances at eachother at regular intervals. There was most definitely, undeniably something between them. James could just feel it in the excitement of his unresting mind and the beating of his heart. Ty was going to be someone noteable. He smiled.
Ty helped James onto his bike after himself, and made sure their bag was secure. James nuzzled his head into Ty's back, and held onto his waist securely. That made Ty smile, he turned his head towards James and said "You're insanely cute.", to which James giggled, blushed and gave him a kiss on the back of his neck, after moving Ty's hair out of the way.
Ty made sure to very safely drive them home, and James favored this time on the bike. He loved it, he loved being on a bike, he loved cuddling up to Ty and he loved watching everything zoom by him. The wobbly feeling he got that they were gonna tip over at every slow-down and every stop, though, James did not love.
When they got to James' apartment, Ty offered to walk him inside and James eagerly agreed. He fumbled with his keys and Ty helped him, taking the one on the ring he knew wasn't a car key and opening the door with it, hugging James from behind in the process and leaning his head on James' shoulder. When they opened the door successfully Ty did not let go.
"What are you, like, 5'9?" Ty asked, and James nodded. "Mhmmm, you must be like 6 foot, right?" and Tyler nodded. James set his keys on the little table next to the door, and led Ty into his small living room. James stood next to the couch and turned himself in Ty's arms. This put Ty's arms still around his waist, resting just above his backside. Ty's face was about four inches from his own, and he put his arms around Ty's neck.
Tyler smiled, and bent his head down so that his lips brushed against James when he spoke, or rather, whispered a little sensually. "I guess this means you're okay with first-date kisses, doesn't it?" James answered by pressing his lips firmly to Ty's, and then smirked.
"What do you think?"
Ty winked and then closed the distance again, giving the slightly smaller boy a few quick smooches and then a long, tender kiss. James knees were already getting weak at how amazing this other man seemed right now. And he moved his hands to run his fingers through the hair on the back of Ty's head. Ty broke the kiss for a moment, they both caught their breath. Then he gently licked Jame's lower lip, and James did not reject the tongue that was then inserted into his mouth. He in fact welcomed it with his own and held Ty's face, his fingers on Ty's Jaw, and his thumbs stroking Ty's cheeks in slow circles.
Ty's hands moved a small bit lower on Jame's waist, just at the top of his butt. James broke the kiss for a moment, and pushed Ty down on the couch, straddling him and kissing Ty again gently, and then just as fervently as before. Ty welcomed it, smiling into their kiss for a moment and firmly holding James' sweet ass. James cooed into his mouth and pressed his chest up against Ty's. After awhile they came up for air.
Out of breath, Ty managed to say "Damn, your a good kisser." it sounded a bit more sexy to James than it usually would have and he smirked. This brought another of Ty's wide-english-smiles and James giggled. Ty's hands moved in gentle circles on James' ass before coming back up to rest on his waist. James lightly kissed Ty a few more times before getting out of his lap, and sitting beside him.
"Wanna watch a movie or something?", James said, kicking his shoes off and getting in a more comfy position on his couch, his feet in Ty's lap.
"Sure, Let's watch a horror. I haven't got anything to do tomorrow so it's okay if I'm up all night scared." He gave James a playful smile, and James found some cheesy horror movie to put on. Ty moved so that he had his back up against the corner of his couch where the arm met the back of it, and stretched his legs out, opening his arms in a welcome for James. James moved so that his back was against Ty's chest, and they were laying in a comfortable cuddly position, he nuzzled his face into Ty's neck and they watched Scary movies late into the night, falling asleep together.
James woke up in his bed, yawned and stretched like every morning, going through his daily routine. Something was different though. There was a different, sort of rushed feel to everything like he was excited to live his day through. He'd just noticed how much cleaner his place was and how there was a different smell there now that Ty stayed over more. He was amazed over the past two or so weeks how he hadn't lost his Ty-virginity. Him and Lynn still squealed like teenage girls over the phone about Ty. James didn't quite feel like he loved Ty, per say. He did feel like he was going to love Ty though.
While eating his toast, he noticed it was July 2nd. Fireworks tomorrow. Ty. His heart beat faster just at the thought.