Neil

Neil splashed water at me, laughed, and bet me that I couldn’t splash more than he could.
“Are you kidding? I’ll splash all up in your face,” I told him as I made a masturbation gesture.
We laughed and he looked around, shameful of what I had said. We were in the biggest public pool I had ever been in; he shot me a look that said “Dude, be more cautious,” but the children and families that inundated the pool hadn’t heard. He was always one of those shy types.
I thrust my palm in his direction, throwing water at his head. His eyes closed, and his sand colored hair darkened when the water smothered it.
He made his way over to me. He pulled me up to his lips and we kissed in the middle of the pool. I was so surprised that I was unable to tell if anyone was staring. Our fingers found hips, our tongues explored necks, our stomachs sparked friction that could have electrocuted everyone in the pool. 
In an instant we were sprinting shirtless through the halls of the hotel. We playfully pulled at each others shorts. At one point he was walking backwards, smiling wider than the universe, eventually hitting his head on one of the light fixtures that protruded from the wall. He looked embarrassed, but his smile never dissolved. He brought his hand up to rub his head, and as a result his biceps inflated like a balloon. He looked at the light, the culprit, and his eyes became a fiery green- a Zippo to evergreen magnesium. 
We got to his door and we kissed before looking around, but there was no one there. We entered and heard the shower running, saw the vanity mirror was fogged, and disappointment pulled with gravity at our expressions. 
“Dude, I thought you weren’t gonna be here…” Neil told his friend in the shower.
“Oh, I’ll be gone in a second. Did I hear someone else come in?“
Instead of answering, Neil took me to his connected room and locked the door.