I rarely saw so many elders in one place, nor so many kids, as in the one all-inclusive resort I ever went to. My parents had dragged me along for some 'family bonding' or whatever they called it, which meant they wanted to spend two whole weeks like this. To express my opinion on this: there was a reason I lived in the dorms in college. The only one I could stand was my little brother, who at least shared part of my feelings for the place. He too could find no one of around his age, so we ended up separating us from our parents often.
As the time passed by slowly, I found three things to do: tan, dive in the pool, and hang around at the bar drinking my free beer. With barely any alcohol in that beer it was difficult to numb myself to my parents' shenanigans, but I could at least take a little bit of the edge off. As long as I drank enough of it I could feel some of its influence, and if that didn't help I could go for a leak in the toilets more often than normal.
As evening fell I would usually retreat to my own room. Luckily my parents had done that for me, instead of rooming us all together. I was more than glad they didn't consider sleeping in one room part of their family bonding. And more than often my brother joined me. We wouldn't do all too much, but nevertheless we enjoyed ourselves far more than in their room. Reading a book was much favoured over discussing what our neighbours back home had done, and actually contained some semblance of intelligence.
My boredom, however, faded one day. That was the day I met Sean.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
By the hearing of a rather deep voice I looked up from my plastic cup filled with my third beer of the afternoon. Behind my brother, Noah, stood a guy of my age, and my eyes grew wide with both surprise and joy.
"No, it's free," I told him, and he sat down. He was well-built, wearing shorts and a tank top that revealed much of his muscular form. His blue eyes almost seemed to light up when facing my side, which contrasted his dark hair, as it was pretty much black. After ordering a beer for himself, he extended his hand towards me, past Noah.
"I'm Sean," he said as he gave me a firm handshake, then my brother. "Good to see there's some people here between the extreme averages of age here."
"I'm Mike," I replied. "And yeah, it's like some sort of plague, right?"
Noah introduced himself as well, but if my judgement was correct Sean was even older than I was, which meant he'd have more in common with me than him.
"So, what brings you guys here?" he then asked. "Surely two fella's like yourselves aren't here alone?"
I rolled my eyes and took another sip of my beer, letting Noah do the explaining.
"Our parents took us here," he said. "To spend time bonding, or something."
"Utter bullshit, if you ask me," I added. "This entire time we've done nothing together. It's basically just me and Noah here, imprisoned by the wardens that are our parents."
"Exciting," Sean flatly responded. The boredom dripped from his voice. "So that's what's waiting for me? Damn."
"You only just got here, I take it?" I asked. He nodded.
"First day. I guess I'm lucky my parents let me go here. I can go wherever I want."
Silence returned and we were just three guys drinking their drinks. Noah wasn't old enough for alcohol, so he had some soda instead. I knew he wanted beer too, but the bartender looked strict enough to refuse. I figured the man would even kick us out when I'd let Noah have a sip of mine. All of that was easily visible with the small wristbands, coloured for convenience. Every adult over the age of 21 staying at the resort wore a red one, and all below 21 wore a blue one. Thus, my wrist was graced with red, like Sean's, and Noah had a blue band taped around his skin.
That Noah was younger became painfully apparent when Sean and I began a conversation about college and dorms. My little brother was still in high school, so much of what we discussed was out of his league. Eventually he excused himself, telling me he'd go lying in the sun if I needed him. I nodded as an answer and Sean moved to his seat.
"Ah, I didn't even realise I already missed this on the first day," Sean said with a sigh. "I'm glad we met, you know?"
"Yeah, me too," I replied. "You came here just in time."
He took another sip, emptying his second cup. "How about I take you to one of the nightclubs in the area tonight?"
My eyes grew wide, and my heart skipped a beat. "There's a nightclub close by?"
"There is," Sean said, laughing at my expression. "You didn't know? It's not that big, but it's something. I read about it before I got here."
Just as I was about to accept his offer, I thought of something that prevented me from going.
"Shit, man," I said instead. "I can't go, not before at least midnight."
Sean shrugged. "Then we'll go whenever you're ready."
"It's... it's not me, it's my parents. They always check up on me and Noah. He sleeps in their room, so yeah."
He then sighed and ordered another beer, trying to think of something as well.
"You could let your little brother cover for you," he then said. "Have him tell your parents you're still in your room when you're not."
"Absolutely not. I'm not leaving him to take the fall. I'll be in the lobby just after midnight, okay?"
"Sure thing."
Avoiding my parents that evening was difficult, and not telling Noah anything even more so. I felt bad for doing the latter, since he was pretty much the only ally I have at home, but he couldn't go, so if I told him I'd only have made him unnecessarily jealous.
Luckily, though, my parents were up for an early night. Noah was called away from my room around a quarter to twelve, giving me more than enough time to prepare. Since I was going out I needed to dress properly, and not in a worn-down shirt from the back of my wardrobe I packed in a hurry. I decided on some good old shorts and a bright tank top, and completed with sneakers. This had to be my go-to nightclub garb, as much more I didn't bring with me.
By the time I entered the resort's lobby Sean was already waiting for me. He wore the same clothes as that afternoon, but he had styled his hair instead of having it natural. In my eyes he looked even better than before, and I caught myself checking him out more than once before reaching him.
"Good morning," Sean said as he checked his phone for the time. "Right on time. No problems?"
I shook my head, and we headed outside. The cool breeze felt pleasant on my exposed skin, bringing much needed refreshment. I figured the club itself was going to be intensely hot, so I enjoyed as much of the cold as I could. Occasionally I caught Sean glancing at me when I stretched over and over again, cooling off my already sweaty armpits as well. He seemed to be enjoying himself with that.
The nightclub was little, and that was an understatement. It was tiny, miniscule, and every square meter had at least three people on it. Sweat and alcohol permeated the air, like the clouds billowing from smoke machines, and the droning bass hummed on beat. Bodies gyrating against each other, generating an amount of heat that could very likely be around forty degrees Celsius, perhaps even more. How the entire establishment hadn't yet gone up in flames baffled me, but after a few drinks none of that mattered anymore.
Sean got us some shots, and all kinds of liquor that I may not have recognised but definitely tasted great. In fact, after a few drinks everything tasted great and the music was amazing. The hours passed in a haze, spent with dancing and laughing. Being so close to Sean sent my head spinning in overdrive, and I swore I had at least one erection during that time he should have felt, but he didn't seem to mind. It was possible I felt his boner too, so I figured it was only natural.
In my drunk mind I saw him in a different light. Those blue eyes of his now stared straight into my soul whenever our eyes met, lighting up with the spotlights flashing in time with the music. His skin, covered in a thin layer of sweat, so smooth and soft-looking. I had to control myself not to touch him all over. And then his thin lips, his white teeth, and that seemingly eternal smile he constantly wore. Flashes of that image swirled in my mind even when I didn't look. It was weird, as I never thought anything like that of a guy before, but it felt normal, like I was supposed to feel this about him. And whatever I felt, I thought I knew he felt the same.
The sun already broke over the horizon by the time we exited the club. Even outside the music still boomed, or perhaps it was just my ears. I was too drunk to know, and too drunk to care. Sean was in worse shape, as he threw an arm around my shoulders and kept leaning on me as we stumbled back to the resort. His sweat mingled with mine, and each time his hairy armpits bristled past my shoulder I felt fire running down my spine. I had never been this close to a guy, and never felt this way about being close with a guy, but at that time I didn't care. Sean was hot, both in terms of temperature and looks.
I took him to my room and put him down on my bed, where he almost immediately fell asleep. Since I felt too tired to move him anymore I just plopped down next to him and sank into a dream world immediately as I closed my eyes.
What woke me up eventually I first thought of as the beat, and for a moment I felt myself back in the club. When I felt an empty bed around me that feeling immediately faded and I was shocked right awake. The beat I thought I heard was someone banging on my door. Also, Sean was gone.
"Mike, are you even in there?" I heard Noah say through the door. I grabbed the first thing I could find, a shoe, and threw it at the source of the noise. Then I crawled out of bed and opened the door.
"Wow, you look..."
"Horrible, I know."
