Sidro was out of his element in Miami, but was glad he’d made the decision to join his friends. The trip had done much to improve his spirits and help him relax after his bad spell a few weeks prior. He kept to the fringes things, though, not wanting to overwhelm himself with too many heightened emotions. Still, since everyone seemed to be having such a good time, the majority of things he felt were good. Powerful, yes. But still good. Happiness, excitement, fun. Also a fair share of drunkenness and lust. He’d tried to avoid the latter two more than the others, but it times it did seem inescapable.
For the moment, however, Sidro was sitting in a low beach chair. It was only an inch or so off the ground and his brown legs stretched out in front of him, his does half buried in the sand. Not comfortable with the heavy scars that marred his shoulders and back, Sidro had a light colored tee-shirt on with long navy blue swimming trunks. Sunglasses shaded his eyes as he read. When he heard Kane’s voice addressing him, however, he glanced up in surprise.
The emotions filtered in on the heels of the words. Curiosity. Determination. That sexual energy that Kane seemed to radiate at all times. There were deeper emotions there too, but Sidro quickly blocked them out. “Thank you,” he said in accented English. “It sounds delicious.” He accepted the glass from the other boy and found that it was extremely tasty.
With eyes hidden by sunglasses, Sidro did take the opportunity to appreciate Kane physically. He was incredibly attractive. The wings were hard to look away from and he found himself wondering what they would feel like under his hand. He tried to commit the image of them to mind for later. The thought of trying to draw them appealed to him.
“No,” he shook his head softly. “I was born in Serbia. I do not remember everything well, but I do remember the summers. Hot and humid. Not so very different from this. No private beaches there, though,” he smiled up at Kane.