Last one I already have written! I may take suggestions, but I already have a list I am considering. Thanks againnn!
Feliks groaned when his parents announced their summer vacation destination was Greece. Again.
Sure, Greece was nice, but after seventeen years it lost its charm; plus, he was there with his parents. It was totally humiliating.
If it were Italy or France or Spain, he wouldn't mind half as much. (Even when his mother insists on lathering him up and therefore preventing him from trying to tan his ghost-pale complexion.)
Despite this, there was one thing that redeemed their Grecian vacation spot: the attractive, male twenty-somethings that Feliks could pick out from any crowd, especially if they were wearing Speedos. He stared and he wasn't even ashamed of it. They were way too old for him and probably as straight as an arrow, but only looking was no crime, right?
(It is when they see you.)
The Polish teen was doodling idly in the sand a couple meters from where his parents were sitting under their umbrella, desperately trying to gain at least a little color in spite of the SPF 500 sunscreen he was forced into wearing. Then he saw one of them: it was the perfect specimen, with curly brown hair; warm, tanned skin; sea-green eyes; a few areas with just enough dark, manly hair; and a bathing suit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Feliks had been ogling him for a good couple of minutes before the man (with the body of a god) made eye contact with him. He flushed a rosy pink, completely embarrassed that he'd been caught, but couldn't get himself to avert his gaze from the Grecian. He didn't smile, he just stared straight back, expressionless and serene; the blond could have sworn he'd given him the up-down, too, making him suck in his belly a little. Maybe he'd at least think his creepy stalker was cute.
The man smiled slightly as if he'd released a light chuckle before walking away. Feliks heaved a sigh of relief and flopped back onto his towel, praying he'd never have to go through that agonizing humiliation again. He rolled over onto his stomach to hide his face and maybe take a nap.
When some punk nudged his foot, though, he shot up and glared, ready to snap at some little kid that tripped over him, but froze, mouth wide open when he saw. It was the sexy Greek man again! What was he even doing?! He tried not to get all bashful, instead forcing a nonchalant expression and lying back in an attempt to look casual.
The twenty-something-year-old didn't seem to buy it, but humored him with another faint smile before dropping a piece of paper by Feliks' leg and going back to the water. Just in case he was watching, he tried not to seem so eager and just snatching up the folded note; instead, he waited a couple of minutes (though they felt like hours) to open it.
"Back here at 9 tonight if you want to see me. -Heracles"
The handwriting was neat, even though it kind of read like a caveman grunt.
He didn't know how, but he was going to do everything in his power to slip away later; all of a sudden, Greece was more than intriguing.