Damian went straight to the pools to fish, leaving Gabe to gather the moss and seaweed. Almost a small routine settling there, those crystal pools warm under the sun. Letting his body glide in that golden light, better at staying down, somehow, holding his breath longer, as his eyes searched the nooks and dents in the rock. Reaching in to grab a lobster, not even registering the pain as the rock cut his hand again. Gliding further, another one, then a fish. This one was trickier to catch, and he had to come up for air more than once, until he caught it, that slippery little being. Almost crushing it to death. He climbed out then, sucking at the blood seeping from his wound. Down into another pool, this one shallow, the water just up to his knees. Nothing much. He straightened, looking towards Gabe, who had crouched down to cut the moss off the rocks, his hair in the wind. Swallowing at his thoughts, those bubbling feelings in his chest, something unknown, buried too deep, clawing to the light, but it was not strong enough, not yet. It tore into him, though, and he put his hand on his heart, rubbing that soft ache. His eyes drifted to the ocean, that vast blue water which trapped them here. A rare beauty there in that deadly expanse, with the sun glinting on every wave and ripple, lapping the golden sand, the soft shush of trees and bushes. Looking down at his warped reflection in one of the puddles, his breathing quickened. It was not clear, but he could see how his body had changed in such a short time, the skin tanned and filled with wounds. His hair a mess, a dark shadow on his jaw and cheeks.Who am I?That fleeting moment of panic, not having a mirror making it impossible to see that man. Trying to find his old self when he was drifting away, pushed out by something stronger, primal.
Jolting at Gabe’s hand on his shoulder. “Done? What are you looking at?”
“Nothing… Let’s go.”
“We can gather some more potato stuff.”
“Check the net first?”
“Sure.” He sighed, looking around, the sand burning their feet even through the flip-flops. “Isn’t this breath-taking?”
Only the sounds of the island around them, the ocean. Pelicans and cormorants screeching in the sky. The human built world silent, their minds struggling for it. Any of those familiar sounds and smells.
“Yep. Just focus on that, and not on the fact that it is also deadly, and we are completely alone.”
“Oh, thanks… I needed a reminder…” He sighed and went into the water when Damian caught him.
“Hey… Sorry…”
Gabe laced his arms around his neck, pushing his body against him in that shallow water lapping at their chests. “The advantage of being completely alone…” Kissing him, wide, not letting him breathe almost between words. “Is… that… we can fuck around… and nobody will care…”
“This is not a joke, Gabe…”
“No, it’s not…” Kissing him deeper, his hands gliding to his back, his waist, his ass. Watching Damian’s eyes widen as he squeezed his cheeks, hard. “Speechless, big boss guy?”
“Get the fuck away from my ass…”
“Why?” Squeezing harder, his eyes burning.
“Oh? This is how you want to play?” He grabbed Gabe’s ass with one hand, holding him tight with his other arm. Not having any other choice than to hold him up when Gabe’s legs went around his waist, his erection pressed against his abs.
“This is how I want to play…” Seeing that light of fright in Damian’s eyes, so he reached down to his hand, pushing it further between his cheeks. Watching his eyes widen when Gabe took his finger and pushed the tip in.
Parting his lips, kissing him, holding his hand tight, pushing a bit. It took a few moments for Damian to get bolder, dead scared but also curious, his lust for Gabe eating his insides, so he pushed his finger in, Gabe mewling into his mouth. Panting, holding his neck and waist. “First time?”
Damian’s dark smile. “You wish…” Pushing deeper, watching his eyes widen, drown as he moved his finger in and out. The angle was awkward, so he pulled it out and brought his hand to the front, reaching between Gabe’s legs. Smirking. “Better access…” Pushing his finger in, sliding it gently.
“Ah…” Gabe’s eyes closed, his head thrown back as his fingers dug into Damian’s shoulders.
“Mhm… hit a nerve?” Sliding his finger back, a small bump under it, so he pressed it harder.
Gabe mewled, panting. “Fuck…”
“This is how you like playing? Mhm?”
“Ah…” Panting in his neck, licking his skin tasting of sea, salt, and sun. Moaning as he rocked his hips.
“Not enough?” Pushing another finger in as Gabe bit his neck. “Ouch… you little fuck…”
Gabe smiled, floating on his thrusts, his trembling lips on his warm neck, on his pulse. Feeling how close he was, rubbing against him. Feeling his lips on his ear. Whisper words, their scorching bodies in that cool water. “Won’t you come?”
Thrusting harder, deeper, and Gabe cried out, pulsing against him, the feeling surreal. A mild thrill at where this could lead, what it could be. Looking into those smiling steel eyes, still holding on to him, his legs around his waist.
“You ok?” Gabe just nodded, laying his head on his shoulder, letting him cradle him in his arms. Smiling at his voice with that scolding edge. “We said after the chores…”
Gabe looked at him with a small smile. “This was just the appetizer.”
“Is that so? Greedy little f…” Gabe kissed his words away, sealing his mouth.
