"I'll call you later," Michael said as he hung up. The hotel was pretty great. He settled in his bags and went out for lunch, all while he grumbled at the lack of company. At least the flight is over, he thought optimistically. Michael was supposed to spend a week here with his wife. He planned the surprise for a while, but she recently got promoted and lost the temporary leisure to go on a vacation. He didn't want to completely waste all of his reservations so he went by himself. It wasn't that bad, but company would've been great.
Clear-blue water constantly washed over the white sand. Michael looked at the blue sky; the clouds were pretty scarce today. He saw how pretty the morning scenery was and decided to go barefoot and walk all the way to the restaurant.
Michael loved this beach the first moment his feet touched the sand ten years ago--it was soft and cool to touch. It was the same even now. Despite the piercingly hot sun, the sand remained soft and cold under the soles of his feet. It was pretty quiet for an afternoon though. Not much people were outside, Michael thought as a rowdy group of men walked in the direction opposite to him; they were a lot more conspicuous because of it. They emanated a staggering amount of vigor; just being near them made him feel tired. Michael sighed. He was only a 32 year-old man, but sometimes he felt significantly older. Suddenly, a man caught his eye. Michael singled out the man with an impressive physique from the crowd. He was really pretty. As if he sensed his gaze, the man looked back at him directly and stared.
Michael locked eyes with the man about 6-10 years younger than him. The young man was pretty tall; slightly taller than him. His hair was cut short, which made him look neat and tidy. He was half-naked too, much to Michael's enjoyment. His skin color was on the darker side, and his arms were toned just the way Michael liked them--not too bulky, but well-defined. It was the same with his stomach. It was flat and smooth, with subtle ab definitions. He had a great body; the eye-catching type where you'd see the way the sun shines on his skin and you'd be like, 'daaaamn'. More than anything though, Michael found his sunny smile the most attractive thing about him--along with his eyes. Light brown, which really went along with his skin.
They held each other's gaze for way longer than Michael was comfortable. It was slightly weird, but he experienced this a lot so it wasn't that weird. It was fairly common on vacations and beach walks so he didn't think much of it. Moreover, Michael didn't think he himself was attractive enough to warrant any attention, especially from someone as gorgeous as this guy. Still, that does raise the question of why he was looking in the first place though.
In any case, it didn't matter much. He got a good look at the fantastic eye candy; they'll never see each other again. The end.
"Hey, I don't know if you remember me. We made eye-contact awhile ago."
So why was he here?
His name was apparently Kei. He's half Japanese and half Latino. He came all the way here from California and he's been here for about two days. After intensely playing several beach activities since he got here, he decided to just unwind by comfortably relaxing and going on walk for the rest of the trip. He was actually planning to just casually spend the night in his hotel room when his friends suddenly barged in and invited him to a bonfire with music, s'mores, and free tequila. So he went.
When Kei came by and asked the older man if he remembered him from the eye-contact this morning, Michael panicked and blankly answered, "no". He didn't know why he lied. Of course he remembered the guy. Kei was drop-dead gorgeous. And now he's wearing glasses--apparently he needed them normally. He takes them off when he swims. As if that didn't make him hotter. God knows Michael has a thing for people with glasses--you know what? Maybe that's why he lied. Clarifying would probably make it awkward too so that was out of the question. He couldn't just go, "Hey, I lied. I actually remember looking at your hot, well-defined body." Believe him, sometimes he wished he was the type of person who could easily say that. He wasn't.
Kei looked slightly disappointed at Michael's answer for some reason but he cheered up eventually after talking for a bit.
"So, do you drink?" he asked.
"I do. I'm pretty good at it. Despite being socially awkward."
Kei laughed, his white teeth showing. Mesmerizing.
"Well, I'll take that as a challenge," He replied.
He went to get some tequila and Michael patiently waited. He was pretty nervous talking to someone as stunning as Kei, but as always, he can do anything he put his mind into as long as he's ready--and tipsy from alcohol. Plus, the younger man was pretty interesting. He spoke eloquently, but he also wasn't snobbish. Talking to him wasn't your average shallow conversation, but it was pretty casual at the same time. It really helped Michael relax.
He was like if comfort was a person.
Kei came back with a two shot glasses, a pack of salt, lemon slices, and a tequila bottle. Classic starter-pack.
"They gave it to me for free! Why are they so nice? Damn," he said jubilantly.
Because you're hot.
Michael didn't say that, obviously. They casually talked about things or about themselves for over two hours. They had the same opinions in life so it was pretty easy to talk. Both didn't even realize the amount of time that had passed. The last group of men around the bonfire--Kei's friends-- decided to leave and dance around on local clubs. They asked if he was in.
Michael looked at Kei and told him it was okay to go. It was getting pretty late for an old man like him anyway.
Kei nodded and told his friends, "Nah, have fun. I'll drink and talk a bit more with this beautiful guy."
Michael was taken aback. What did he mean by beautiful? Does he swing that way? Or maybe he meant nothing. He himself never even thought he was decent-looking. Yeah, that was probably nothing. He blushed.
"Beautiful? Is there another person you were talking to all this time?" Michael looked behind him comically as he half-jokingly said.
Kei snorted in reply as he rolled his eyes, "Are you fishing for compliments or something?"
"You're beautiful, Michael." He said simply while looking straight into the older man's eyes.
The older man flushed visibly at the forward, stark-naked compliment. Were young people today this transparent? He didn't know what to say. He felt his cheeks turn hot. Fortunately, he could just blame it on the alcohol.
"So, you interested in men?"
Michael coughed over the straightforward question. God, an old man couldn't have a break, couldn't he?
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I am. And I find you terribly hot, that's why," Kei replied simply.
So he does swing that way. Fuck.
"I'm...I've never had experience with guys," Michael stuttered.
