Page 5 of Twink Heart

?I’d gone through all the trouble to gather up the supplies I needed from Adam’s garage, hauled them out to the beach, and then set up all this fucking bullshit so I could pretend to be doing self-care. And now that I’d gotten it all set up, I wanted to leave. I wanted to forget about all these happy people and go back into my dark corner of the cabin until the summer was over. There was just too much hope in the air and it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

?Fuck, I was grumpy.

?So I gave it a half hour. I thought it deserved at least that much. But, by the time I hit fifteen minutes, I couldn’t take the laughter and the constant noise anymore. I just wanted to be anywhere else.

?With a sigh, I got up and started to pack my things. I stuffed everything back into my bag, folded up my chair, and headed back toward the parking lot. Several times I had to avoid people on the ground or dodge around running children who were fucking oblivious, apparently. One of them nearly ran me over and when I sidestepped, my foot contacted something fleshy instead of sand. I tried to catch myself, but it was too late.

?I was going down.

?My bag flew off my arm as I hit the sand. Thanks to my excellent luck as of late, I landed on the hard ass chair instead of the cushy sand. A low groan left my lips as I laid there for a moment, hating everything in existence. This was absolutely the last time I ever let Adam talk me into anything.

?“Are you okay?” a voice said.

?I glanced to my right, a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at me. My mouth opened to reply, but then I was struck with a sudden sense of familiarity. Had I seen this dude before? I looked him up and down, taking note of his short dark hair and tanned skin. Of course, I couldn’t help noticing his lithe muscled form and the tight little trunks he was wearing. They left nothing to the imagination, and considering the bulge, the dude was packing.

?“I’m fine,” I said at last, tearing my eyes away from his visible penis line. “Sorry.”

?“You and I need to quit running into each other like this,” he laughed.

?I furrowed my brows, looking up at him. “Excuse me?”

?“Last night,” he said. “At the store. I ran into you in the checkout line by accident.”

?My eyes widened. “I thought you looked familiar.

?He blushed a bit. “Here. Let me help you.”

?“Don’t worry about it–”

?“No, I don’t mind.”

?“Really, it’s fine.”

?But he was already picking up my things and putting them back in my bag. I sighed, pushing myself back to my feet. I gave the chair a kick before I gathered it back up again. The stranger was still grabbing my things, and I had to stand there awkwardly as he did it, not wanting to get in his way or trip over him again.

?Of course, it did give me a really good view of his ass as he bent down to grab my book I’d brought and not touched. The fabric of his trunks was stretchy, pulling over his tight little bubble butt. I couldn’t help a low groan as I stared. It was a nice ass. Like, easily one of the best I’d ever seen.

?When he turned around, I tried to act like I hadn’t been looking, but he just smiled, putting my bag over his shoulder.

?“I’ll help you carry it to your car,” he said, as if that were a normal thing to do.

?“You don’t have to–”

?“I want to,” he said, cutting me off. “And I could use the stretch.”

He leaned back, holding his arms out wide as all the muscles along his body rippled. I practically started drooling on the spot, but quickly snapped myself out of it. I’d literally just broken up with my girlfriend and I already knew dudes were not my thing. Besides, he wasn’t hot. It was just a lot of… skin, I guess. Yeah. That was the issue. Skin.

?My dick getting chubby was just the heat and the sun. Definitely not this guy. It couldn’t be.

?“Fine,” I sighed.

Chapter Four: James

I couldn’t believe my luck as I followed the cute guy back to his vehicle. Was I being a little pushy about helping him? Yeah. But did I have an ulterior motive that was completely selfish? Also yes.

?Ever since running into him at the grocery store, I’d been kicking myself for not getting at least his name. Something about that moment when we touched stuck with me and I felt this weird sort of connection. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before, and I wanted to know what it was. I knew full well that it might just be lust or even some weird infatuation. After all, I was a sucker for straight guys, and this dude definitely looked straight. But I still wanted to know.

?And I couldn’t stop myself from hoping that he might be a little hetero-flexible. I mean, what gay man doesn’t have straight boy fantasy? And this one, despite his surly disposition, was probably the cutest guy I’d seen in a while. Plus, I thought the whole grumpy facade was adorable. It just made him sort of irresistible.

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