Laughing, they hugged, looking into each other’s eyes. Gabe smiled. “We’ll figure it out. Trial and error.”
“Might be more error first, but I’m game. Then, we’ll go and hunt some pigs, so I can put some meat in your mouth.”
Gabe parted his lips. “Really?”
Damian blushed. “We need to get going…” Watching as Gabe went to his knees, looking up at him.
“I need some meat in my mouth…”
“That desperate, huh?”
Gabe nodded, and Damian closed his eyes.
They worked on getting the bamboo and the wood for the pen, placing some twigs on the ground to delimit that space, a bit farther from their hut and camp. Damian was looking at the pen’s plan on that jungle floor.
“What the fuck do pigs eat?”
Gabe looked at him. “I don’t know… worms?”
Damian grinned. “Surely not… we’ll see. Feed them that seaweed stuff? Let’s hope they won’t die. Tomorrow, we need to dig the holes out for the poles, then gather some ropes. We might be lucky with the garbage, let’s go and see.”
“Alright…” He felt tired, but followed Damian down their path to the beach.
That beach littered with junk, again, so they started to look for treasures, finding more fishing net, another plastic tarp, and cardboard boxes and wrappings, more plastic bottles.
Gabe reached for a couple of toothbrushes, brandishing them with a grin. “Look!”
Damian raised his head from a pile he was searching in. “Oh! Great! All we need now is some toothpaste.”
“Hardly any luck with that, but we could use charcoal.”
Damian’s eyebrows shot up. “What? I’m not putting that in my mouth.”
“It’s good, though. The latest trend.”
Damian chuckled, thinking of all those hours spent at the dentist whitening his teeth. “Sure thing… ah, fuck it. I’ll put whatever in my mouth… it doesn’t matter here.”
Gabe had walked close, looking at him. “You’d put whatever in your mouth? Mhm…”
Damian blushed. “Uh… I didn’t mean it that way?”
“Never sucked dick before?”
Damian looked around, still, that reflex ingrained of having people listening. “What…? No.”
“It’s therapy…” Gabe’s eyes gleamed as he leant against Damian, his hands on his chest.
“What the fuck…”
“Yeah… makes you all warm inside…” He laced his arms around Damian’s neck, pulling closer. Parting his lips. “All warm…”
Damian blew a small breath, but kissed him, his arms lacing around Gabe’s back. Their tongues sliding against each other, Gabe’s small moan as he opened his mouth wider, wanting him in more. Pushing his tongue in, deep, listening to Damian lose his breath, feeling him pant in his mouth.
“Mhm… like it? Having a thing in your mouth…?” Looking at Damian, his eyes a bit wide.
Narrowing at his words. “You… shut the fuck up…” Kissing him wide, holding him tighter.
They walked back to their camp, hauling what they’d gathered, that bundle of tangled fishing nets on Damian’s back, and the rest on Gabe’s. Their legs like lead. Gabe was swaying with fatigue, but held his gaze on Damian’s back, willing himself not to collapse, maybe drawing on his last reserves, or so it seemed. The sky darkening, another night looming.
