“I haven’t said a word.” He grinned and got up, grabbing his hand. “Come. Time to crash.”
“We need to pack away.”
“Fuck that. Tomorrow. You need to sleep and so do I.” Pushing him to the ladder. “Sleep and feed, and we might make it.”
Gabe faced him on their bed, just the soft glow of the moon seeping in. “What for?”
“I don’t know… live… love each other as long as we can.”
“I love you.”
Damian watched him carefully, softening his words. “You love me, the guy on the island. You would not love me in real life.”
“You don’t know that. And this is real life, right? This is real.”
Damian stroked his cheek. “As much as anything in life.”
That soft dread in Gabe again, his tired mind screaming at him. “Just hold me. I need to feel you.”
Damian pulled him close, lacing his arms around him, feeling his breath on his skin, Gabe’s arms around him, tight. He ran his hand through his hair. “Just sleep. You’ll feel better tomorrow.”
“Don’t let me go…” Drifting already, drunk on his warmth, his scent.
Damian just held him tighter, kissing his head.
Next morning, he waited for Gabe to wake, just to make sure he was there for him. A new feeling in his selfish heart, as he had never waited for anybody to wake up, always hurrying, impatient, chasing something to do. But there was nothing here, the day stretching ahead with the same tasks, and whatever they decided to do. Watching Gabe sleep, rolling the words in his mind.I love you. And I mean it too, maybe for the first time…He rolled on his back, cradling that aching arm, trying to shut out the fear of not knowing how it was going to be, his hand numb, his fingers barely working on that hand. His entire body a block of pain, his muscles screaming at him. He smiled, funneling all his stubbornness into surviving and carrying on. All that determination he had in him to just trample on everybody, and everything channeled into keeping them alive. A bitter smile at the irony of it all. Feeling Gabe stir, so he stroked his cheek softly, watching his eyes open, flood with relief.
“Morning…”
“Morning, sleepyhead. Time to rise.”
“You were awake already?”
“Uhum.”
“Why didn’t you get up?”
“Feeling better?”
“Yes, I do, actually…” Gabe frowned. “You evaded the question.”
“Which one?” Grinning.
“You know… not getting up.”
Damian rose and pulled him up. “I’m up now.”
Gabe’s eyes darted downwards. “In more ways than one…” Looking up into his eyes. “What if we got up later?”
Damian almost objected when it dawned on him that they had time, time to do whatever they wanted. The feeling so foreign, it made his heart race. “And do what…?”
Gabe reached down and took him in his hands, watching his eyes go wide. “I don’t know… do something…”
His eyes narrowed. “You… little fuck…”
“Big boss guy…” Parting his lips, letting Damian eat him up, hold him close as they went to their knees. He pushed Damian back, straddling him as he kissed him, his hands roaming his back. He looked at him. “I’d like to ride you…”
Damian didn’t even know what to say, so he just nodded, watching Gabe spit in his hand, reach back to coat him, coat himself too. Holding him, lowering himself. He closed his eyes, moaning softly, and Damian just let him do whatever he wanted, clueless a bit. Breathing harder when he felt Gabe around him, his hands barely on his thighs. Gabe held himself up against his chest, rocking his hips, pushing deeper, panting with every move. Letting Damian fill him, the feeling overwhelming. He leant down and kissed him, moving his hips, his ass, feeling Damian’s hands slide on his hips, grabbing them gently, a stronger grip in his valid hand, and Gabe moaned at that slight pain as his fingers dug into his flesh.
