Steve stepped out of the front door for his ritualistic 5 am morning run on the beach. He had done this every morning for as long as he could remember. There was something about the fresh Hawaiian air that got him geared up for the rest of the day. He wore his favorite black t-shirt and tight black bike shorts. Sitting on the front porch, he put on some old sneakers. He would take them off as soon as he hit the sand, so he only did them up loosely. As he was putting them on he noticed a removal truck pull up into the driveway next door. The house had been empty for a while, so someone must finally be moving in. He set off on his run, pacing himself until he got down to his favorite beach spot. It was a couple minutes away from his house, but it was always quiet and it allowed him to clear all his thoughts. Steve had been having a difficult time at home lately; his parents were often fighting late into the night. His sister Mary-Ann would always run into Steve's bedroom when they were fighting. She would be woken up and find it impossible to get back to sleep without sleeping next to Steve. Sometimes he thought that his parents didn't care for him or his sister, but deep down he realized that maybe they were just doing it for the best.
Once he hit the sand, all of those thoughts lifted from his mind. He took off his shoes to feel the sand. He loved the direct feel of the sand on his feet, it felt rough and natural. Steve's morning runs were so calm for him; he knew every single part of the beach he was running across. About half way through his run, the beach was completely clear of any obstructions that he was able to close his eyes and continue on running. With his eyes closed he could just listen to the crashes of the ocean.
Before he knew it, Steve ran into something, into someone. Steve toppled on top of another runner, a guy about the same age as him. He was short, but looked very strong and muscular. The palms of Steve's hand were directly on the sand on either side of guy's body. Steve's hands could easily allow him to prop himself up and away from the guy, yet he couldn't find himself to do it. They both stared at each other. Steve couldn't seem to turn away from his blue eyes; they were so vivid and deep. A million thoughts ran through his mind as he lay on top of this mystery person; he had never looked at a guy this way before, he thought he liked girls.
The guy had blonde hair, which was all sleeked back, looking sweaty from a long run. Steve found himself wanting to run his fingers through it and smirked at the thought of it. The guy below him smirked too, he too didn't seem to mind having Steve on top of him. Steve could almost feel the guys lips on his, as their faces were so close. His lips were so pink and plump, and they looked rougher than any girls he had kissed. Their chests moved in unison, Steve could feel the heavy breaths of the guy on his face. Maybe it was from the long run, but he noticed his breaths were deeper and his heart had accelerated since he fell.
Time seemed to stop since they fell on each other. Steve took his gaze off the guy, and realized that it had probably been too long. Steve lifted himself off and tried to keep casual. He actually felt shy and nervous around this guy. The guy jolted up from the ground and brushed the sand off his hands. He smiled and nodded at Steve, and then continued to jog. Steve grinned as he watched the guy run off with an impressive pace. The guy turned around while jogging, and smiled at Steve, running his eyes up and down Steve's frame. Steve could see the guy was enjoying the view, with a grin he couldn't wipe off. The guy slowly turned back around and continued running. Steve stood there for a while, watching the guy run into the distance. He pushed his hands over his face, and thought about what had just happened. The guy was good looking, he was hot actually, and Steve really noticed. Steve had a few steady girlfriends in his freshman years and had never thought any different. But with this guy, it was different. He almost felt like he had butterflies in his stomach, and he swore he felt a shift in his pants. Who was that guy? He had never seen him around before. Steve knew he wanted to meet him again somehow, and before he knew it, he was planning a cunning way to return to the very spot on the beach for his run so he could bump into him again. He laughed; he couldn't believe how much he was into this guy. He ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. He slowly started back on his run, with the smile on his face never leaving.