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Andy’s standing in front of the keg on the beach as the tinny strands of Katy Perry’s voice fills the night air. He rolls his eyes at the music and fills his cup, looking out into the shadowy darkness. It’s Spring Break his senior year of college and even though he goes to school in California he’s found himself in Key West with some friends.
He doesn’t know the guy who’s throwing the party and hasn’t even seen him yet. “Just some dude that lives down here. I think Kelly used to date him. He’s a bit older,” said Jeff this morning.
Andy doesn’t really care. It’s a huge house on the beach with an outdoor patio and steps leading right down to the stand. There are dim lights strung up on the deck and a bonfire a few feet away from Andy. He’s wearing board shorts, a polo shirt and sneakers without socks. The night air is perfect mix of breezy and pleasant.
Andy takes a long sip of Natty Ice and watches the waves crash. There’s a guy jogging in from the surf; dripping wet, nice build, dark hair and eyes.
He heads straight for the keg and Andy steps to the side, watching as the guy shake his hair and downs the red cup. He looks vaguely familiar. Andy realizes he’s staring when the guy’s eyes meet his own.
“What?” he asks, gruffly, a small smirk tugging at his mouth.
Andy shrugs. “Do I know you?”
The guy opens his mouth just as someone calls out, “Sid!” and tackles him. ‘Sid’ laughs and the name resonates through Andy. He’s only met one other Sid before, and –
“Hey, man! Having fun?” the guy says.
Sid responses lowly, leaning in closer to say something Andy can’t hear. The new guy looks at him now. “Hey, I’m Doug.”
Doug. The guy throwing this thing. “Hi, I’m Andy. Great party, man.”
“Thanks. So, how do you know my cousin here?”
Andy watches Sid’s eyes narrow and he considers not answering, pretending it was a mistake.
“Uh, think we went to high school together. Sid Phillips, right?”
“Andy,” Sid says, trying the name out. “Yeah, I remember you.” Something in his voice makes Andy shiver and he has to force himself not to look down at the water still dripping down Sid’s defined chest.
Just then a girl shrieks Doug’s name and he’s off in a flash, waving behind him.
“So, uh. You live out here?”
Sid pumps the keg again. “Huh? No. Just visit Doug sometimes. Still back home. Going to community college now.” He says the last bit awkwardly.
Andy is surprised, and then feels bad because of it. “That’s great.”
He looks at Andy then, really looks at him, eyes scanning down his body with intent. Andy shivers again. “You wanna take a walk? I’ve got some pot.”
Normally, Andy would wrinkle his nose, say thanks but no thanks and walk away. Instead, his pulse spikes and he nods shakily.
Secluded now, they sit on white sand and smoke, chatting about post-teenage life. When Sid’s lips find his in the moonlight, he breathes him in, goes willingly onto the sand. Andy clutches at Sid, a memory of his childhood, and maybe, just maybe, something more. They rut together, breathless and aching, Andy’s hands on Sid’s chest, Sid’s fingers cradling his jaw as they kiss wet and deep. When he wakes, dawn is breaking and Sid’s blinking down at him.
“Let’s go get breakfast. I’m starved, man.”
Andy smiles and let’s himself be pulled to his feet.
Definitely something more.