At the Beach

Squinting through the sunlight, a young blond boy looked around the crowded beach disdainfully. Why did he have to drag me here. With a sigh, he trudged past the sun tanners and volley ballers to a shaded area away from the water. He sat down with a thump and laid back with his hands behind his head. Slowly, he began to drift asleep, his eyes fluttering closed. He lay still and began to dream of a girlish lamb boy with blue curly hair. Eventually he became aware of a slight weight on his stomach and someone running their fingers through his hair. Sleepily, he blinked and rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes. He opened his eyes and looked at the figure sitting on top of him. Blue curls...Big ears...Girl's bathing suit...Cristov...Am I still dreaming?...Can't be...I wouldn't feel it...
"Cristov," The thin lamb boy smiled.
"Yes, Kibo darling?" He fluttered his long lashes at Kibo, his golden eyes twinkling.
"Why in the HELL are you sitting on me?"
"Because Kibo-kun's so cute when he's sleeping."
"Really? Get the hell off me," Cristov wiggled mischievously. With a glare, Kibo lifted his leg and tipped the boy off, with fell over with a yelp.
"That hurt," His lip pushed out in a pout.
"Then don't sit on me. I'm not a fricking chair," The other boy got up and stood at Kibo's feet with his hands on his hips.
"Fine, I'll just dance really close to you," With that, he spun around and proceeded to wiggle hips his hips as he danced like a dork in front of Kibo. The blue-eyed blond quickly stood and walked away, his head down to hide his blush. Cristov continue his wiggling and hopped backwards in pursuit, "Come on, Kibo, you know you like it," He called over his shoulder at the retreating blond.
"Go away!" His blush turning a deeper red, he dropped his head further, pretending not to notice the bouncing boy behind his. The lamb boy followed him around the beach for half an hour, at which time, Kibo gave up running away and retreated in to the Men's restroom.
Cristov attempted to follow him into the stall,but got a cold stall door to his backside in retaliation. With a shrug, he went to the mirrors and touched up his hair and make-up. The other males that came to relieve themselves either gave Cristov odd looks or went out to check the door before reentering.
Inside the stall, Kibo leaned against the stall wall, watching Cristov through the crack between the door and the wall. Why won't he leave me alone? He always does something like this to me. At least this time he has clothes on. With a sigh, he lifted himself off the wall and reached over to flush the toilet. He opened the stall and walked over to the sink without looking at Cristov, who had finished preening and was standing by the door. Kibo washed and dried his hands before facing the other boy. He met the golden eyes with no expression.They stood facing each other in silence. With in minutes, the silence was broken by a hungry rumble from Cristov's belly. Kibo smiled, laughing a little and grabbed the boy's thin wrist.
"Come on, lets get something to eat."