Gabe swallowed. “Ok…”
“Let’s do this, come on.”
They picked up a piece of plank and went to their knees, digging that sticky mud, the effort already surreal after a couple of minutes. Gritting their teeth, they dug, sometimes with their hands, until they had all the holes for the main poles, for hours.
Sitting then, panting, filled with mud. Trembling from the effort, a slight worry that they would not be able to get up.
Damian moved first, painfully getting on his feet. “Fuck this… I am not sure the pigs are worth it.” He walked to Gabe and pulled him up. “Let’s go and bathe.”
Gabe just shot him an exhausted look but followed him to the beach, the sun up again, those blue waters tempting, so they stripped and rushed in, diving head first in that lukewarm water, letting it slide on their skin, wash of the dirt. Bursting to the surface, taking a deep breath.
Damian shook the water out of his hair. “Come closer, let me wash your hair.”
Gabe swam close, turning his back to him. Feeling his fingers in his air, massaging, washing the dirt out.
He smiled at Damian’s voice. “Filthy little fuck…”
He leant his head back on Damian’s shoulder, parting his lips as he turned his lips to him. “Look who’s talking…” Opening his mouth to a deep kiss, Damian’s hand creeping to his throat, his jaw, holding him softly whilst his other arm pulled him closer.
Eating him up, out of breath. “You tease… we should go back…”
“Not into a good beach fuck?”
Damian pulled a face. “In the sand? Be my guest… but I’m not going to watch you cry your eyes out, nor pluck the sand out of your ass.”
Gabe laughed. “Talking out of experience?”
Damian smiled. “Yes. If you must know.” He pushed him lightly in the back. “Let’s get out and go back. We have to eat something.”
Gabe pinched Damian’s side. “This will go soon, this fat I love so much.”
Damian grinned. “I thought you were into fitness buffs.”
“Not really… I mean, you have muscles, so…”
“Fucking useless here…”
“You will grow new ones.”
“If I don’t die of exhaustion first.” They exchanged a look, and Damian laced his arm around Gabe’s shoulder, walking back on that path, which was clearly visible now. “Don’t worry. We’ll make it.”
“And then?”
“And then? We will age together and die here. The first one to go buries the other.”
“And if we’re rescued?”
Damian slowed a bit. “Well… then nothing. I am not letting you go.”
Gabe didn’t answer. That unreal thought in him of a boat coming to get them, humans on that sand. Rescued. Back to that life which seemed to drift away.What would Damian do?Back into that insane wealth and his life, where would he fit? His arm went around Damian’s waist, as if he could just claim him. A stubborn thought in him that he was also not letting him go, no matter what.
They built the pen in two days and then went to capture the pigs. A long walk to that spot of the jungle where they were dwelling.
Damian just stood, looking around. “Ok… I have no clue about this, but we could dig a trap, like in the movies… and see what happens.”
Gabe shrugged. “I guess it could work.”
Damian rolled his eyes softly. “You and your ideas… but if we manage to have pigs, and they breed, you can ask me anything you want.”
