"It's alright I'm getting dizzy just enjoy the party,
It's ok if you don't have that much to say,
hello,
kinda like this thing but really you should know,
I just came to say hello,"
The most piercing azure eyes scanned over the childish scene around him; the smiles and laughter, the atmosphere that made people joyful…it just reminded him that he was lonely. Jeff Sterling sat alone, his blonde-brown hair reflecting sunbeams into the glittering water beneath him. He watched his feet dangle uselessly into the cool smooth surface of the chlorinated liquid.
If Jeff had ever cared about people caring he didn't like to show it, he had his family and that was good enough for him. He was closer to his mother than his father, who was a very stern but lovable man; a hard-worker, who cared maybe a bit too much about his job. His mother was a woman who never judged, calm and confident and always there to lend a hand.
Jeff and his father shared very little in common except lacrosse and perhaps hair colour, he'd always taken after his mother, very heavily influenced by his mother to be a boy who cared about people. It didn't come much of a surprise when Jeff came out as gay, and whilst his father wasn't totally in love with the idea he still accepted him, he was never the favourite son though.
Enter Jeff's two siblings; his sister Aria and his brother Jameson (Or Jamie). Aria was a tall, tanned girl with long brown hair that cascaded down her tanned shoulders; she had almond-shaped brown/green eyed with little flecks of blue in them. The definition of a beauty queen at 16, she and Jeff were neither close not enemies.
Jamie however, was what everyone wanted in a son, brother or boyfriend. He was tall with defined muscles and a deep tan, blonde wavy hair that was windswept to the side and piercing aqua eyes. He was a walking cliché.
That left at Jeff, the youngest in the family at 15, with blonde hair that fell in his face and descended into brown at the roots. And light blue/brown eyes that lit up on the rare occasion that he smiled. His skin was neither tanned nor pale, the typical colour for an Ohio boy and he found nothing that he deemed special about him, if the large thick-rimmed glasses he hid behind were any indication.
Back to the scenery at hand; Jeff was huddled up, ducking his head over the book at an intense moment or to avoid a particularly large splash from the carefree children around him. If he looked up for a second he could see his brother smiling at a pretty girl with curly ebony locks and bright blue eyes. If he looked to his right he would see his mother and father smiling over their own pretty little girl at the age of 16; her hair in brown waves, her almond eyes glinting in the burning midday sun.
Jeff sighed and got up, sick of everyone else smiling whilst he was not. If he had been looking where he was going he most likely would've been able to avoid the next sequence of events.
You see whilst he was walking and glaring openly at his feet whilst wondering bitterly why his life was such a heap of shit, he wasn't really looking in front of him (Because he was staring at his feet, most likely) and of course when you walk around not looking in front of you, you either A) fall into a pool or pit of some kind or B)… "Hey, watch where you're going," hit someone and fall back into afore mentioned pool.
When he fell backwards Jeff felt someone grab for him but with little success, however he had to give them credit for managing to grab the book out of his hand at least (This he was grateful for as it was his favourite, and a very expensive book: The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green). The blue eyed boy also realised with some panic that he had fallen straight to the deep end of the pool. Taken completely by surprise he found water filling up his lungs as he thrashed around for a grip on something.
Within the next few painfully long seconds he found two strong hands on his waist as he was being tugged close to someone. "Stop…thrashing!" They spoke gently but loud, trying to get through to him over the whispers of the pool waters that now seemed like treacherous sea storms. Finally Jeff felt his air-suffocated brain calm down as he relaxed into the strong embrace around him.
When the yellow-haired boy decided it was a good idea to look up to see just who exactly was holding him he almost lost his will to breathe, he'd never seen anyone look so devilishly angelic.
This boy had light brown-caramel eyes and in the light of the scolding sun they seemed to hold a golden light; his hair was brown and slightly curled at the ends, unbrushed, dripping wet and sticking up in every direction. He was looking slightly alarmed at the now blushing and speechless boy; however it dissolved into a cool look of amusement. "Y'all right?" He drawled, American like Jeff.
"I…yeah?" he replied blushing, pushing away from the boy and holding the side. "I'm J-Jeff…Jeff S-Sterling," He flicked his wet fringe out of his eyes, just so he could let them wander over the boy's body as he lifted himself out of the water, before offering his hand to Jeff.
"Well Jeff, Jeff Sterling, I'm Nick Duval," He winked. "May I ask how a boy with an ass like yours is alone when Portugal is crawling with gay men who should be all over you?" He had a seductive and sultry look in his eyes, running his tongue over his lips to catch a stray drop of pool water lingering there.
"I…urm…what?" Jeff had never in his life had anyone flirt with him. He wasn't exactly from a community who accepted gays and it didn't help that he was a stereotypical nerd- glasses, books, shyness, and things like that. He rarely spoke to people.
"I can't tell if you're straight or a prude,"
"I-I…I've…I…just didn't know how to respond to that,"
"Something along the lines of, you're hot too…but I already knew that so don't bother," Nick grinned mischievously. There was a twinkle of humour in the crescendo of browns that made his eyes and a small smile gracing his lips. He hauled himself out of the pool leaving Jeff trying not to stare at his tanned, muscled body. Jeff tried to avert his eyes, but his cerulean gaze had fallen upon a tattoo that decorated the right side of the boy's body.
It was an intricately designed phoenix; made up of not just lines but smaller patterns that vaguely resembled tongues of fire. "Do you like it?" He looked up sharply to see Nick staring at him. "The tattoo, I assume you weren't just checking me out, I designed it myself,"
"I…it's great, a-amazing," The other boy grinned, reaching down to offer a hand, Jeff took it, pulling himself out of the pool. Standing small next to Nick, even though he was technically towering over him, he felt insecure; he was granted a lean, lanky figure with no muscle and pale skin. Not to mention the seduction skills and sex appeal of a baby penguin. "D-do you design a-a lot?"
"I do, and one day I plan on getting a lot of them done, at the moment I only have the one done, as you can see, even though I'm underage," Nick ran a hand through his brown hair. "You here for the holidays?" His eyes were curious, almost dangerously so.
"Yeah,"
"Me too," The Brunette sent a cheeky grin that was sending many messages and alarms to Jeff's head. He knew that smile, he'd seen it a few times on his friends faces when they were clearly staring at a girl like she belonged in a museum. "So would you like to come over and see those tattoos sometime?" He ran his tongue over his bottom lip again, this time Jeff knew he was doing it to be seductive as there was no water there this time.
"Y-yeah," he stammered. He was so naïve and innocent that he only saw the base of the words that a cute, dangerously hot boy was asking him if he wants to see his tattoo designs. The dangerous in that hot was lacing his words with poison however, because that's really not what he was after at all.
But Jeff dropped the memo to Jamie that he was going to some guy's house (Nick?) to look at his tattoo and Jamie got what the brown haired boy was on about and simply winked and said "Have fun," Then the blonde was following the tatted boy too his hotel room.
Jeff was as innocent as they came, never smoked or tried a drug and was a completely clean never been kissed, straight up virgin. He was the picture of purity. Nick however…perhaps was much further away from that picture. He didn't do romance, or dating, his 20-minute relationships start and end in a bed, usually his. He smoked, regularly, and had a tunnel in his ear and a lip piercing as Jeff was about to find out.
When he took the ring and cleaned it, sliding it into an unnoticed hole, looping it over the crimson-flushed lips that most people found talented. He played with it with his tongue, before catching between his teeth.
The only other boy in the room blushed, not wanting to admit too himself that it was an attractive move. He flicked his blonde hair from his eyes too smile at them. "So can I s-see them?" he asked, blinking up at the shorter boy (whom was standing whilst he was sitting). "The t-tattoos?"
The brunet stared for a second, before he remembered the reason he'd even brought the boy too his room. Nodding he took a folder from the side, passing it too Jeff, who pushed his fringe out of his eyes to scan the pictures. "These…these are really good!" he looked up to find Nick extremely close to him, breath ghosting on his cheek. The blond flushed bright red his usually steady hands shaking slightly at the close proximity.
"I've been told," The hazel eyes boy smirked, a cocky and arrogant smirk that usually would make someone want to punch him, yet Jeff had to almost catch his breath as it was flashed his way. He was too close… way too close.
"R-really? C-cool," The stutter he had been forced with caught in his throat and he momentarily thanked the fact he had his contacts not his glasses at that exact moment, he was sure they'd been steaming up by now from the heat of his skin.
"Yeah, I would say that actually," Literally a breath away, in Jeff so much as breathed out he'd have his lips attached to the other boy's.
"I-I c-can't…" He pulled himself away. "S-sorry," He rested the folder on the bed. "I don't d-do this…" He moved away, hands and body shaking as he stammered, his face still deep red and his lips quivering as he spoke.
"You're the one missing out, but I've never had sex with someone who wasn't willing, my one and only rule," He grinned. "Only," His voice sounded huskier and eyes darker, somewhat disappointed but laced with lust and possibly other drugs. "But honey if you change your mind…I'm open," He winked again, before nodding to the door. "You can make your way out I'm sure?" Jeff nodded, trembling as he stumbled/fell out of the door to the main complex.
He barely made it too the elevator before collapsing onto the floor, it running through his mind that he'd nearly just had his first kiss, and it was with a total stranger. A hot stranger. An actual guy willing to do…well…him, he was from Ohio; he'd never met a gay guy in his life bar the one in his mirror.
With his head spinning Jeff stood up and straightened himself out. It was just a guy.
