Beyond the Sea (27 page)

Then the goddamned parrots came out, honking their way joyfully through breakfast, and Brian and Troy laughed harder. Troy rolled on top of him, and Brian groaned at the sensation of being completely skin to skin. They were thin and wiry, all sinew and muscle and bone. Too thin, but they were alive and together, and Brian reveled in it.

Spitting into his palm, Troy took their cocks in his hand. Brian thrust into Troy’s grasp, panting. It should have been so weird and wrong to have his cock rubbing against another guy’s, but…it was Troy, and Brian couldn’t get enough.

Troy’s heavy, hairy balls brushed against Brian’s thighs, and it was all so desperate and masculine. He didn’t have to worry about being too forceful. He dug his fingers hard into Troy’s back, and Troy groaned with pleasure.

Sweat bloomed on their skin, the rising sun’s heat making itself known. They strained together, panting and kissing, and this hand job was a million times better than the restrained jerking they’d done in the teepee. This was
real
sex, and Brian didn’t give a shit what it meant. It was just the two of them, so why not? Why shouldn’t they have something so good?

Grunting and striving, stroking their cocks, Troy came, splattering Brian’s chest. He slowed down to milk himself, his eyes closed and mouth open, gasping.

So damn beautiful.

Brian strained as Troy refocused, propping his weight on his left hand in the sand and jerking Brian mercilessly. It didn’t take long for Brian’s balls to draw up, and his spunk joined Troy’s on his chest, white against hair and sun-kissed skin. The tremors subsided, and Troy flopped down beside him.

After a minute, Troy cleared his throat. “I think I have sand in more crevices than usual.”

Brian chuckled. “Me too. Guess it’s time for a dip.” He dragged his finger through their drying spunk.

“
Brian, we…”

“
We don’t have to overthink it.”

Troy exhaled with a smile. “Right. Okay. Cool. We’ll be in the now.” He hopped up to his feet in a graceful movement that made Brian feel old. “I’m starving. Let’s clean off and go fishing.” Naked, he extended his hand, and Brian took it.

In the calm shallows, they cleaned themselves, then neared the reef with hooks and lines, still naked. The sun tightened Brian’s salty skin, and he knew he should get into the shade of the lean-to before too long. But he stayed put, his gaze sneaking over from spotting fish to the lean lines of Troy’s back, dotted with those perfect freckles.

“
Why is this so hard?”

Brian glanced up from where he sat in the shade of the lean-to, weaving a fresh basket to replace one that had gotten grungy. “Because we’re not scientists.” He scratched at a fly bite on his chest and uncrossed his extended legs, putting the other ankle on top. He poked at a loose button on his cargo shorts. It was hanging by a thread, but clung to life.

Troy snorted. “I don’t think you have to be a scientist to figure out how to make coconut oil.”

“
True. Okay, so we’re not chefs. Or even cooks, really.”

“
That we are not.” Sighing, Troy tossed the half coconut aside and picked up the signaling mirror from its rock, performing the ritual. The signal fire burned farther down the beach, and sunlight glinted off the pieces of fuselage scattered through the SOS.

Troy sang softly as he angled the mirror, using
la-la-la
instead of lyrics. Brian recognized the tune as one Troy noodled with frequently. He wondered what the words would be, but didn’t push.

When Troy was finished with his sweeps, he joined Brian in the shade. The skin on his shoulders peeled, and he picked at it idly. “It’s crazy, isn’t it?”

“
You’ll have to narrow that down.” Brian worked free a leaf that had gotten bunched up.

“
I mean how it’s always the same here.” He stared at the calm turquoise water. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m sick of the sun. Even in LA we have a little variety. Hell, I’d take clouds. Here’s it’s just always…this. We get the showers at night, but I miss rainy days.”

After several days of boiling and purifying stream water, the short nightly rains had returned, much to their delight. But Brian still worried about what was to come. “In the wet season, you’ll be praying for sun.”

Troy smiled faintly. “The grass is always greener, right?” He stretched out his foot, rubbing it along Brian’s shin. “When does that start again?”

The motion of Troy’s foot sent tingles over Brian’s skin. “Around November.”

“
So still a while away.”

“
Mmm.” It was almost July, and had been forty-eight days on Golden Sands. Thinking of the future, Brian’s stomach tightened queasily. Could they stay healthy and uninjured? What if they ate a poisonous fish, or were bitten by something? He shuddered, remembering Troy’s cries of agony and the terrifying swelling of his foot. What if one of them were cut on coral and it got infected? What if—

“
Brian?” Troy stole his hand onto Brian’s thigh, stroking slowly over his worn shorts.

As Troy rubbed, Brian’s interest in basket weaving waned quite severely, and the staccato pricks of worry dissolved into sweet, lazy desire. With a shared smile, they kissed, Brian tossing the basket aside. He tore open the Velcro fastening on Troy’s board shorts, knowing he’d find his cock thickening for him already.

This was what they did now. Some mornings and afternoons, but always every night. Reaching with hands and mouths, rolling on top of each other urgently, jerking or rubbing until they came, skin to skin. They never talked about it, at least not with words. Instead, they spoke in grunts and moans, sighs and gasps. And in whispers, they spoke each other’s names.

“
Troy…” Brian pressed him onto a blanket under the lean-to, kissing his neck and licking into the hollow of his throat, tasting salt and sweat and sunshine.

They were naked now, thrusting their cocks together. Brian didn’t want to come too soon, so he rolled onto his hip, chuckling at Troy’s whine at the loss of contact. Relenting, he gave him a few strokes with his hand. He’d never imagined he could enjoy another man’s cock so much, but… Well, this was Troy.

He sucked Troy’s nipples in turn, letting his fingertips tease around the creases of Troy’s thighs, his bellybutton, and the wiry hair below it. Troy trembled, his eyes closed and red lips parted. Troy had a little mole on his inner thigh, and after tracing it with his finger, Brian wondered if it would taste different than the rest of Troy’s skin, and he shimmied lower to flick his tongue over it.

“
Oh!” Troy’s mouth opened another inch, his chest rising.

Brian’s head was in his crotch now, heart galloping as he eyed Troy’s cock curving up to his belly. What would that taste like?

Before he could lose his nerve or really even think about it, Brian licked up the side of Troy’s shaft, tracing a thick vein there. Troy gasped. Brian’s lips hovered by the head poking out of the foreskin. His mouth went dry, and he dared a glance up.

The pure longing in Troy’s eyes sent a bolt of fire through Brian, and his breath caught. Troy watched him with lips parted. Then he whispered.

“
Please
.”

With that entreaty spoken and a gentle swipe of his tongue, Brian took the head between his lips, tasting a drop of bitter musk. Troy’s groan echoed in the afternoon breeze, making Brian even harder. He took him into his mouth clumsily, moving between Troy’s legs as Troy spread them wide.

He was sprawled open, his arms out as well, utterly trusting, and a swell of affection burned in Brian’s chest. He was actually sucking another guy’s dick and liking it. More than
liking
. It did taste different than the rest of Troy’s skin. Hotter and wetter like his mouth, although it was Brian’s saliva dripping down to Troy’s balls as he licked and sucked.

Troy
throbbed
in his mouth, and Brian inhaled forcefully through his nose until he had to pull off and take a deep breath.

One of Troy’s hands found Brian’s head, running through his thick, too-long hair. Brian had always liked giving oral. Had liked the intimacy of it, the stronger scents and tastes that made sex more primal. Most women he’d been with had hardly had any pubic hair, and instead of being turned off by Troy’s, he reveled in it, rubbing his face against the coarse thatch and holding Troy’s quivering thighs apart.

He licked Troy’s balls, and Troy
screamed.
Brian thought of how Rebecca had done it to him, and after spitting on his finger, he rubbed it over Troy’s hole.

“
Oh, fuck. Fuck!” Troy’s fingers tightened in Brian’s hair, and Brian realized he loved hearing the words. He
needed
to hear the words.

As he circled around Troy’s hole, Brian licked one of his balls. Voice hoarse, he asked, “You like that?”

“
Yes! Fuck, yes. Please.”

God, Troy was so gorgeous, splayed and begging. As Brian pushed just the tip of his finger inside and sucked the head of Troy’s cock, he wondered what it would be like to fuck him, to fill him with cum. A full-body shudder rocked him, and Brian’s dick leaked. Then Troy was coming, and Brian got a bitter taste before he pulled off and watched Troy flush and pant.

Brian’s mouth was dry aside from the drops of semen, and he stumbled up, returning a moment later. He stood just outside the lean-to in the hot sand, stretching his body and gulping a bottle of warm water. Troy laid there near his feet, his legs still spread. Jizz splattered his stomach. He made no move to cover himself, and eyed Brian’s hard cock.

Brian passed him the bottle, watching Troy’s throat work as he swallowed. His dick still achingly hard, Brian reached for it to finish himself off. Troy batted his hand away and pushed up to his knees.

With a rough swallow, Brian ground out, “You don’t have to.”

At his feet, Troy looked up with those dark eyes, his growing hair a wild halo around his head. “You don’t want me to?”

Brian had to laugh. “Of course I want you to.”

Troy laughed too, and with a deep breath, he took hold of Brian’s cock and swallowed it as far as he could, choking. They both laughed again, and he tried more carefully a second time.

Brian stroked his head. “Easy, easy.”

Troy’s lips stretched over Brian’s dick, his tongue exploring, and Brian knew he wouldn’t last long.

“
Troy… I’m… Feels so good.”

He’d been sucked by plenty of women over the years, women who knew what they were doing compared to Troy’s clumsy fumbles. But Brian couldn’t remember a blow job ever being like this, as if his heart was being caressed along with his cock. He’d never wanted a man before Troy, but he’d never wanted a woman this much either. Troy’s mouth was hot and wet, and he closed his eyes in concentration as he sucked and reached a hand to explore Brian’s balls.

Brian didn’t manage to get a recognizable word out in warning as the orgasm rocked him on his heels, but he pulled free of Troy’s mouth, splashing his face and neck with each pulse. Troy didn’t seem to mind, kneeling there and smiling at Brian with satisfaction.

After dropping to his knees, Brian took Troy’s face in his hands and kissed him. Troy moaned into his mouth, and when thoughts began to invade Brian’s mind—
I just sucked another man’s dick, and he sucked mine, and I loved it, and what does that mean?—
he pushed them away, slamming the door and locking it tightly behind him.

They were sticky with semen and sweat, but instead of cleaning off, they rolled back under the shade of the lean-to and kissed and touched until they were ready to come again.

Brian threw away the key.

“
Tell me about your songs.”

Troy opened his eyes and looked at Brian bobbing beside him. It was still early one morning, and his muscles burned pleasantly from the wood-cutting competition they’d just finished. Since sawing firewood with their pocket chainsaw was such a never-ending chore, they’d taken to racing and timing each other with Brian’s watch. Troy had won by three seconds, with Brian vowing to avenge his honor.

Now they floated on their backs, a breeze skimming over the barely cool water. They’d have to get into the shade soon so they didn’t sunburn their junk, but they had a few more minutes to loll.