Gabe laughed and opened his eyes. “Trouble?”
“Thanks…” Laughing too a bit to ease that tension, that soft dread.
Gabe’s eyes softened, and he reached down and took Damian’s cock in his hand. “Relax…” Parting his lips, kissing him as he stroked that hardening flesh. Both hands on Damian, stroking harder, caressing that soft skin, his balls. Feeling him pant in his neck. Opening his legs wider, pushing the tip in. Their eyes meeting when Gabe flexed his hips and pushed him deeper. Soft whisper. “Push in, come on…”
Damian pushed in gently, a small moan escaping his mouth at that tightness. Gabe smiled and rocked his hips, making him slip inside even deeper. “Mhm… more…”
Damian thrust softly, and Gabe let him go, grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper. “Oh, God…” Throwing his head back, closing his eyes. Damian thrust a bit harder when he felt Gabe’s fingers dig into his ass, Gabe’s legs against his sides. Listening to his moans as he put his weight on him, his hips finding that familiar rhythm on their own. But it was so different, so good. That hard body under his, those deep moans, and Gabe around him, hot, tight.So-so tight.
Panting not to lose it straight away, he cupped Gabe’s face. “Look at me…”
Gabe’s eyes opened, those golden hazel eyes glowing. His hands dug into Damian’s flesh. “Harder.” Damian’s eyes widened a bit, but Gabe just kissed him, hard. “Harder. Come on.”
He thrust harder, rocking him as best as he could, sweat trickling down their sides, their bodies in that damp heat. Closing his eyes to that insane pleasure building in his core. “Jesus… ah… fuck…”
Gabe licked his neck. “That’s right, big boss guy… fuck me…”
Damian looked at him, his eyes dark. “You… feel… so… fucking… good…”
Gabe grabbed his neck and kissed him, biting his neck gently then. “Yeah… yeah… ride me… fuck me… oh Goood…” Mewling, almost crying, riding that wave of pleasure. He clenched around Damian, who whisper-cursed softly.
Gabe smiled. “Yeah… lose it, big guy… fill me…”
Damian cupped his face, looking into his eyes, thrusting harder, watching his parted lips as he whined and moaned. “You first… You little fuck.”
His voice sent Gabe over the edge, clenching around Damian, that warm gush pulsing between them. Crying softly at Damian’s thrusts, his hands dug into his broad back. He bit him on the shoulder when Damian came, that shock of the pain and that insane burst of golden pleasure almost too much, as he filled Gabe, moaning, panting. Feeling Gabe move his hips, rock him gently as he collapsed on him, that soft touch of his hands on his back. Tears, somehow, sliding down with that pouring sweat. His throat tight. Gabe’s kisses on his cheeks, his eyes, licking those sweaty tears off.
Damian looked down at him, almost out of breath, his flesh still pulsing inside of him, and that teasing light was gone from Gabe’s eyes, those hazel eyes almost dark brown. None of them daring to speak the words on the tip of their tongues. They kissed softly instead, snuggling up. Damian found their blanket and covered their drenched bodies despite the heat. Stroking Gabe’s shoulder softly as he stroked his chest. Too moved to speak. Too scared.
A sudden urge the next morning in Damian to disappear, those unleashed emotions and feelings eating him up alive. A mild darkness above that newly found bliss. He packed in a bag and flung it on his shoulders, taking a large spear and that sharp piece of metal they used as a machete.
Gabe put his hands on his chest, puzzled. “You’re leaving? Where?”
“To hunt. I want to find a pig… maybe where we found the other one.”
“It’s fucking far…” His heart dropped. “You won’t be back for the night?”
“Probably not…” His heart, heavy, but he could not stay. Watching Gabe’s eyes go wide, so he forced a light smile. “Hey… we need food, more than what we can fish and dig out. Just mind the nets, gather some moss, and dig up some roots, and I’ll be back with some real meat.”
“Let me come with you.”
“No, Gabe. Mind the fire, the camp…”
“What if you’re not back? What then?”
“I think you know the answer. Don’t risk your life looking for me.”
“Fuck you!” He had turned, mad.
Damian spun him around gently, searching his eyes. “I’ll be back, ok? One night. It’s nothing.”
His hazel eyes swam in misery, coated with anger. “Fine…” Hugging him when he only wanted to punch his face in. A soft kiss on his neck. “Take care.”
“I will. See you soon. It’s our island. What could go wrong?” Grinning above that fear as he turned into the jungle.
Watching him disappear, that sudden silence only filled with bird songs, the distant roaring of waves.Fuck.Gabe’s heart iced over, trying to ignore that he was alone, trying to think that Damian was near and would come back.He’ll tire and turn around. Stupid fuck. He can’t even hunt. He set his jaw and gathered his bags, trudging down to the beach to forage and fish, his eyes darting back to the jungle. Freaked out a bit, as if he would be followed, somehow… He hurried, almost running down that path they’d made.
Damian walked fast, hacking at the vines and branches, the thorns scratching him raw, but he didn’t care, the pain welcome, his mind reeling a bit. Grinning in that silence, only some bird howls, chirps, wings fluttering in trees, invisible.What the fuck is this? Fucking madness… Almost like a bad dream.Torn out of his life, he struggled with his clearing mind, what he was doing sometimes detached, as if he would be watching another man. He stopped, panting, resting his trembling hand. He had bandaged his palm with some rags, but it had bled through, the soft drops plummeting to the rotting leaves with a slight plop. Holding that fake machete tight, letting the metal cut his palm further, clenching his jaw.Fuck this.A darkness there he knew too well, his body clearing, his mind. That tremor still there in his hands.Fuck.He set off again, walking fast, determined to find another pig, anything. To feed Gabe whose hipbones had dug into him, their imprint still there in his flesh.Madness… fucking this guy… I’m still married… my kids…Tears welling up at his thoughts, knowing that that life was gone, no matter what. That cold, calculating businessman scolding him with a small smile.Get yourself together, pathetic fuck. Look at you…He stopped, sipped some water, his eyes roaming the jungle. No idea where he was, but the sun behind him, so it seemed right to continue straight…maybe… a mad little fright that he would get lost forever.Don’t look for me…Laughing softly.Stupid. Walking more, breathing that scorching air.
