Damian grinned at his words. “Just to the point.”
“No shame, remember?” He got up, stretching, and gestured at Damian. “Come on.”
“Bossy this morning?”
“Not used to it, I bet. Big boss guy.” Poking his tongue out, he hurried down the ladder before Damian could catch him, teasing, dancing out into that pouring rain. “Wooo! It’s fucking greaaat!” He grabbed Damian’s hand and pulled him farther, whirling around, and they lost their balance, falling in the mud, that torrential rain sitting in puddles and streams.Fuck…A vague disgust in Damian at that soft squishy mud, but he had no time to get up, Gabe throwing handfuls of it to his chest and face, so he reached for him, half mad, half amused, pulling him close. Rolling, trying to wrestle the other one down, laughing as they smashed that mud all over their bodies. Gabe landed on Damian, the rain streaming down his face, his body, their eyes meeting, lying in that soft mud, panting. Damian reached up to Gabe’s neck, unable to hold back, opening his mouth as he pulled Gabe’s head down, meeting his mouth, that muddy water streaming everywhere as they kissed, the soft taste of earth on their tongues. Somehow, a vague fear that they could be seen when it hit that this was not an option, being alone, a gush of freedom rushing down their bodies. A mad thrill.
Gabe smiled down at him. “We should wash… bathe…”
“Where?” His brain tricked a bit, looking for that non-existent shower. Gabe pulled him up, holding his hand, tugging him down the path to the beach. “What? Now? We’re not even dressed…”
Gabe turned to him. “And who’s going to see? Me?”
“Jesus…” His words caught, still feeling a bit ashamed, even if he knew Gabe was right. There was nobody else there.
“Come. You can be mad at me later.”
I don’t want to be mad at you…but he kept quiet, following Gabe’s naked body, splashing that mud around as it rushed to the beach, washed down the path.
That battered beach, littered with broken branches and torn seaweed, the ocean’s grey waves and white froth, that roaring sound as they crashed on the sand, hard. A mad strength there.
Damian stopped, rooted to the ground, the lashing rain on his naked body, facing those raging waters, his voice weak. “Wait… we should not go in…”
“Chicken.” But he felt Damian’s hand clench on his, not letting him go. Turning to him with a frown. “Really?”
“Really… if we get sucked in, we’re done.”
Gabe turned to the raging ocean, a vague chill in him. “Ok…”
Damian turned his face to the sky. “We’re clean anyway… perfect shower.” Trying to ignore how trapped he felt with that wild ocean. There was no way out of here, whether the waters were calm or out of control. At the edge of the world, only Gabe and him existed, and in that moment it also dawned on him that there was nobody else around to tell them what they were allowed or not allowed to do, what was right or wrong, what they should or should not be doing according to rules and morals established by others. Nothing. Watching Gabe open his mouth and lean his head back, letting the rain splatter in it, drinking, laughing, so Damian stepped to him, and pulled him close, one hand in his hair, his fingers snaked into his strands, clenching softly, his eyes asking as Gabe panted, leaning into that touch. Letting him close his fist in his hair, crush his mouth. Moaning into his mouth, kissing wide as Damian held him tight.
A whisper against those wet lips tasting of rain. “Like it rough, huh? Big boss guy…” A lick on his lips, teasing. “Mhm?” Watching that light of doubt in his eyes at his words, so he pressed closer. “Let’s go back… show me how you like it…” Taking his hand out of his hair, pulling him back to their camp.
He handed Damian a large cup of water. “Drink up…” He drank too, then took his hands. “We don’t have to do anything, ok? I get carried away sometimes…”
Damian brushed his hair back. “Do you now?”
Those hazel eyes framed by his lashes filled with trembling raindrops. “Yeah… and I get it, ok? That you… haven’t done any of this… before…”
“I’m hardly a virgin…” A dark light in those steel eyes.
Gabe swallowed, rolling his eyes. “Ok… I mean with a guy…”
“I know what you mean.” He pulled him close, kissing him, maybe to just shut him up, terrified a bit, because of what this meant for them, for him. Not having any idea if he was capable of anything after years of ruin.
“You’re such a goddamn great kisser…” Damian blinked at him a bit, but Gabe just grabbed his hand and pulled him up to their hut. “And you know what they say about good kissers…”
“What…”
Pulling him down on the bedding. “That they are great lovers too…”
Gabe didn’t give him any choice but to lie on top of him, letting him take over, hoping, that he would not be too scared, the rain lashing at the walls and roof, eating his kisses as Damian’s hands roamed his body, as his hands found Damian’s back, his ass, squeezing hard. Grinding against each other, rock-hard, and it was just good for Gabe, not asking for more, knowing they had more time. An endless stretch, just them. An imperfect match, even if Damian was already getting under his skin, despite his feelings for him. That soft hate morphing into a glow. An insane surge of lust as his pleasure built, as their pleasure built, panting into each other’s mouths. Gabe held him tight, his hands digging into his hips as they lost it. Not letting him pull away as they drenched each other, that warm gush coating their abs and thighs. Pulling him into a kiss to make him feel safe.
Damian rolled off him, and Gabe snuggled up, pulling the blanket over them. Silence, as the rain fell, hard. Lazy strokes of Damian’s hand on his shoulder, sending shivers down his spine.
They must have slumbered, exhausted after that week where they had barely slept, waking to the rain still pouring from that dark grey sky. The wind had died down a bit though, maybe a promise of the end of that storm in the air.
Damian looked up at Gabe. “We should do something…”
