((This is my first lemon, so if I mess up please correct me and I'll fix it as quickly as I can. Neither of them are countries, so yeah. And also, I appologize, but I'm more of a descriptive writer than a romance or whatever writer, so I'm sorry about the first chapter being so long, but I really wanted to capture various feelings and scenes... Like the desperation of Alfred during the storm. So erm, sorry and... enjoy I guess... ))
((Also, for some reason I was listening to Russia's White Flame while writing this, so if you want to listen to it while you read the storm scene it might convey something better... IDK))
((Also, sorry there's nothing juicy in the first chapter, but it's a lemon, not a smut, so all that is supposed to come later, right?))
Alfred stared intently out the window of the airplane. It was by no means his first flight, nor would it be his last, but the sight of the magnificent blue sky always seemed to draw his full attention. Alfred F. Jones was the president of a major advertisement company, American Sky. While he didn't found the company, he had been working there for years and happened to be a close friend of the founder, Frederick W. When he passed away just three years ago, Alfred became the new president, as wished by Frederick.
Alfred's parents and younger brother had been happy for him. And although Alfred was glad of his new position, he also felt sick somehow, like he shouldn't be in the position he was now in. Alfred was an expert salesman, he always seemed to have this natural ability to convince other people to do what he wanted and make them want it themselves- but he was no good as a businessman.
Alfred was only 19, considered far too young by many of his coworkers to be running a major company. But he nonetheless made do. He managed to keep the company afloat financially, and he even worked out a few sweet deals with some other companies. But it was all mediocre work. There were dozens of people who were much more qualified for the position than he was. But he kept the position out of respect for Frederick.
Alfred was more than happy to take his yearly vacation in Florida at his beach house that he leased every year around this time. No one else ever seemed to rent out the space as neither the house nor the beach were particularly nice. The house was just a simple 2-room space with a bedroom and bathroom. The structure was fairly old and in need of various repairs, but Alfred got a discount every year if he didn't mention it to the state. The beach was covered in hundreds of large black rocks and there weren't any good sandy places to play or relax on.
But for Alfred, it wasn't about the house, or the sand, or even the weather. It was about escape. Escape from his job, the city, the noise. Everything. Some days back in his New York apartment, he would just lay silently staring up at the ceiling- pretending that he was on a raft, staring up at the bright blue sky...
It was this same blue sky that Alfred stared at now, through the window of the airplane. It was the same sky he could see through his apartment window on a clear day. It was the exact same sky. But it just felt different...
Alfred yawned quietly as he stared out the plane window. He was tired but he just couldn't pull his eyes away from the blue sky long enough for sleep to find him. He knew that this decision would probably come back to bite him in the butt later, but for the moment he was content.
When the plane finally landed Alfred groggily gathered his suitcase and headed immediately for the docks. He walked out onto the farthest pier to the right to meet up with an old acquaintance of his. The man was quite a few years older than Alfred was and had dark tan skin. He had been a friend of Alfred's father and was looking after something of Alfred's. It was a boat. A small sailboat with little ropes and buoys tied around the edge in case you ever fell overboard.
This had been Alfred's father's boat, before he died. He and Alfred used to go out onto the water nearly every day, playing pirate and looking for sharks or dolphins. The friend of his father had agreed to look after it while Alfred was living in New York, and handed it over to Alfred whenever he came down to visit.
"Alfred, it's good to see you! You're here early; I thought I wasn't expecting you until noon!"
"It's good to see you too, George. My plane came in early; the weather is nicer than they expected. I think I'll even go sailing a bit before I head over to the house."
"I'd be careful. People are saying that there's a storm coming soon."
"Oh, really? It looks so nice out. Well I suppose that's what you'd call the 'calm before the storm', right?" Alfred said laughing.
"Well you'd know better than I would. You know I was never really one for sailing and such, so I never figured out all those weather tricks."
"I'll admit, I never really learned them either." The two chucked for a moment before returning to their conversation, "I do think I'll go out there for a while though, not too long I don't think."
"Just be careful, Alfred."
"I will. Thanks, George!" And with that, Alfred was on the sea.
The young blonde rested on the deck of the small sailboat staring at the rippling waves below him. The boat was traveling at a slow speed and required little if any attention from Alfred. He simply let the waves bob the small ship lightly as he enjoyed the first day of his vacation.
"Sailing is like flying through the sky of the sea," Alfred quoted his father. When he was younger, Alfred had wanted to be a pilot. Flying through the sky, free as a bird, it seemed like paradise. Sailing was a close second. It lacked the absolute freedom that Alfred felt the sky should hold, but it was certainly more free than land.
The wind rocked the boat a bit more and Alfred looked up to see a storm cloud approaching. So George was right after all. He stood and began making preparations to return to land before the storm got to close. He was just about to turn the boat around when he heard a splashing a fair distance away from the boat. He unconsciously looked over to see what it was. When his eyes revealed nothing out of the ordinary he looked back at the storm. 'That's getting closer a lot faster than I thought it would...' Alfred thought. He wasn't even sure if he would make it out of there before the winds really took control over his boat.
Alfred was quite a few miles out to sea. It was probably farther than he should have gone considering that he was planning on being back at the house at two. The wind whipped at the boat's sail again, causing it to tilt a bit. Alfred started working on the sails, struggling to take them down before the real winds came.
The waves were starting to become violent as well, rocking the boat and splashing white froth onto the sides of the boat. The ship's sides weren't especially tall, but the deck was slanted so that most of the water would simply run back into the sea. And the small cabin was sealed off so that the water wouldn't get in and soak the people, or in this case, Alfred's luggage.
Alfred heard the splashing noise again, this time a bit closer and a lot louder. But Alfred was too busy taking down the sails to pay attention to some random splashing in the distance. Another gust of wind hit the sails and Alfred was flung to the side, only just managing to stay on the boat. He had to get that sail down.
Alfred worked quickly, quietly whispering "Come on, come on!" as the mechanism slowly lowered the sail. The splashes grew even closer to the boat and became more and more frequent, the sound barely distracting Alfred from his work. He looked over from time to time to time to see if he could locate the source of the sound- hoping that maybe it was a dolphin or something cool like that- but all he could see was the blue-black waves and the white froth of the salt water.
A sudden scraping came from the side of the boat causing Alfred to look over again. He didn't see anything, but he could definitely hear something scratching the side of the boat. Click. The main sail was down. Alfred didn't have time to look over the side of the boat where a moment ago he could hear the noises coming from. Besides, it was completely silent now besides a quiet thud now and then.
Alfred started working to undo the jib. By now the waves were consistently large enough to violently jerk the boat back and forth. Alfred had to cling to the small metal mast just to stay onboard. He paused as something caught his eye. It was a wave. It was a huge wave. 'Shit,' Alfred thought as rushed over to the tiller- the steering mechanism in the back of the boat- to turn the boat to face the wave. Alfred didn't feel like letting the boat roll and potentially drowning him- which if it did roll, in this storm he most likely would drown.
Alfred tugged on the tiller as hard as he could, somehow managing to make the boat turn a bit. He kept it firmly in place as the boat slowly turned to face the wave. Finally the small sailboat was facing the enormous wave. Alfred crawled over to the mast to get a better look at his enemy. It was certainly a large wave... Alfred quickly finished lowering the jib before the wave hit.
The massive wave struck the boat forcing it upward quickly. Alfred's feet left the deck and the blonde struggled to cling onto something. The wave vanished beneath the boat and the ship came down hard on the water again. Alfred was flung over the side of his ship. Just before he landed with a loud splash in the roaring waters, Alfred heard a large crack that sounded a bit like bones breaking- or at the very least dislocating- and a screech.
He struggled back to the violent surface of the water. His limbs desperately flailed trying to find the boat again. His hand brushed something that felt... vaguely like the side of a boat, but the waves dragged Alfred back again and he once again struggled to reach the ropes on the side of the boat.
Alfred struggled again to reach the boat. He kicked his legs violently, reaching out for the boat which should be right... There! He reached up and grabbed the rope. He coughed up some of the salt water he had swallowed and relaxed for a moment on the side of the boat. His muscles were strained and sore. He felt like he could fall asleep and drift into the ocean at any time.
With his left hand, Alfred wiped his soaking blonde hair from his eyes. He struggled to keep his eyes open, the ocean spraying salt water into his already burning eyes was unbearable. He took a quick look at the boat to see the best way to climb up, closed his eyes, and hoisted himself halfway up.
Alfred felt a slight tug at his soaking jeans- something he probably should have changed out of- pulling him back down a bit. Something was tugging at him... something that felt like a hand. If there was someone else out here, they must be more half-drowned than Alfred was. He opened his eyes to see a blond boy helplessly clinging to the side of the boat and- yes- tugging at his jeans. Alfred was momentarily mesmerized by the fellow blonde's deep forest green eyes- so out of place in this treacherous blue sea.
Alfred reached out to take the blond boy's hand. The blond hesitated before grabbing Alfred's hand firmly. Alfred closed his eyes again and hoisted both himself and the blond boy into the boat. His hands quickly found the mast and clung to it like a lifeline. Alfred quickly guided the blonde's hands to the mast as well, their fingers tightly clasped around each other's in the panic of their situation.
The waves continued to rock the boat roughly, but with the lack of sails, the intensity seemed to have died down. Alfred wiped his face off with the hand that wasn't clinging to the boy's hand to get another look at him.
The blond didn't look a year or two older than Alfred was. His face was well-sculpted and strangely feminine. His green eyes were firmly shut and there was a slight red to his cheeks. His short blonde hair- while plastered to his face- seemed a bit messy.
All in all, he was pretty cute.
Alfred blushed suddenly, 'What am I doing? Thinking that he could be cute, what's wrong with me?' The waves started to die down little by little as Alfred's eyes wandered from the boy's cute face to his bare chest- funny how he hadn't noticed that earlier... then again, he was nearly drowning at the time.
The waves had finally returned to their almost non-existent state in the open ocean. The storm had finally died down. The blond opened his eyes to find Alfred staring at his body. He tried to shove Alfred's face in the other direction or in some way block his view, but Alfred had already seen.
The boy had a tail.
A green fish tail.
This boy was a merman...
