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Chapter 2
(Jack)
I woke the next morning, with my head resting On Aaron's smooth, pale chest, his strong arm wrapped around me holding me tight to his body. A small smile crept over my face as I thought about kissing him in the ocean yesterday.
"Morning handsome." He whispered.
I tilted my head up as he peered down at me, "Handsome?" I laughed, "I bet I look well rough."
"Never." He shot back with a wink. He shifted forcing me to sit up, "I'm glad you're awake though, I've been holding in a piss for the last half hour."
I rolled my eyes, smiling, "You should have just moved me."
"Moved you?" He replied in mock shock, "How could I? Not when you looked so cute."
"Blimey, you're full of complements this morning."
"Well, I've been holding them back, haven't I? Didn't wanna scare you off."
We trudged down to the water's edge, both of us ready to answer nature's call. As we stood there, pissing into the surf, I couldn't resist a jab. "Eyes forward, wouldn't want to give you a complex."
Aaron chuckled, "Oh please, I've seen the goods. Ten days of close quarters, remember? I reckon I got you beat in that department."
I tucked myself away, laughing, "Didn't realise you'd been sizing me up."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm sure you'd be able to get the job done."
I groaned, fighting a grin. "You're impossible. Now zip up before you scare the seagulls."
"Scare the seagulls? Who talks like that? You sound like you're 50." he retorted, tucking himself away.
We walked back toward camp and snatching up our water bottles, headed deeper into the trees. We continued talking as we headed towards the stream; we'd found several days ago. Our footfall taking this route everyday had created a trail through the undergrowth, so that it was easy to remember which way to go.
As soon as we reached the stream, I plopped down on a smooth boulder and fished out the toothbrush, dunking it in the rushing water. Aaron settled downstream, his hands disappearing into his shorts for a bit of freshwater cleansing. After I finished, I tossed the toothbrush his way with a grimace. "God, I miss toothpaste. I just want a minty mouth again."
Aaron caught it mid-air, grinning. "Tell me about it. I'm half expecting moss to start growing on my teeth." He started brushing, then paused. "You know, sharing a toothbrush is weirdly intimate. Should we get married now or...?"
I snorted. "Please, it's purely survival. Besides, your breath was scaring the birds. I had to step in."
Once we'd wrapped up our makeshift hygiene routine and topped off our water bottles, the sun was beating down mercilessly. Heading back to camp, Aaron peeled off his vest and tucked it into a belt loop. I couldn't help but stare; something about his pale skin and that trail of ginger hair running beneath his waistband, made my insides do a little flip. I tore my eyes away, clearing my throat. "Right, uh, we should check the fish nets. Hopefully we caught something edible."
"Yeah, fingers crossed," Aaron chuckled. "Though after my last filleting fiasco, we might be safer with them staying in the water."
We both cracked up, remembering his first attempt. By the time he'd finished, there wasn't a scrap of edible fish left, and he looked like something from a horror film.
To our immense luck we had managed to catch three fish. "I have to admit," he said, "I didn't have much home in this `net' you made from the rope, but it is definitely working."
I grinned, "Well, I'm glad it wasn't a waste of an entire day's work."
Aaron's filleting skills, while improved; were still not great, but an hour late we had stomachs full of smoked fish. Later that evening, I shared a through I'd been having for the last few hours, "I feel like we should explore further up the coast, we always seem to explore the West, well, I think it's West. Anyway, we should explore that way." I said pointing to what I hoped was the eastern side of the island.
"I'm down for that, maybe we'll find some other useful stuff. That would be great." Said Aaron hopefully.
"Yeah, that would be amazing, imagine we found a box of toothpaste."
Before heading off we emptied the rucksacks; except for a bottle of water, so we had a practical way to carry any potential finds.
Twenty minutes later we were heading East, up the beach, each wearing a pair of shorts and vest. I had pulled on a pair of trainers and Aaron had some flipflops on, which made him occasionally knock into me as we walked. Every so often we'd come to rocky groynes or small cliffs with no beach, which forced us back into the jungle.
After two hours, we'd found nothing more exciting than a particularly shapely piece of driftwood, and I was starting to feel like the idea was stupid.
"You know," Aaron said, kicking at the sand, "if we'd done this sooner, we might've scored the motherlode. Now it's probably all been washed back out."
I faked optimism, "Hey, when we first washed up here, the moon was full. So, the tide was higher, you never know what we might find."
"Right," Aaron muttered, clearly not buying my enthusiasm. "And maybe we'll stumble upon a five-star resort just around the bend."
As we rounded the bend, I let out a triumphant whoop. "Holy shit, jackpot!"
Aaron's jaw dropped. "Well, fuck. You actually called it." The majority of the beach closest to the sea was clear, but the top rim was a mess of debris deposited from the higher tides "Alright, Sherlock," Aaron grinned, "let's see what the ocean coughed up for us."
We split up, every few minutes, one of us would shout out a find.
"Oi, Aaron! I found your dignity!" I laughed holding up a scrap of fabric.
After a significant amount of time had passed, we sat either side of a heap of apparent rubbish. Half bottles of sunscreen, a sodden sleeping bag, a small, cracked mirror, pieces of string and rope varying in length and diameter, a tatty tennis ball and a football; clearly meant for children.
We stared at it as if it were a pile of gold.
"Well, look at this haul," Aaron grinned, holding up a bottle. "Enough sunscreen to keep my pasty arse from turning into a lobster's wet dream."
I snorted, picking up the football. "And a ball! I've always hated football, but now I'm excited to play."
Aaron scooped up the ball, tossing it from hand to hand. "Right, better start heading back," he said, glancing at the sky. "Unless you fancy trying to navigate the jungle in the dark. Might make for an interesting game of 'dodge the venomous whatever.'"
I quickly followed suit throwing the dripping wet sleeping bag over my shoulder. "I'm glad we have another sleeping bag. Now we can each have our own." I said flatly while watching Aaron out of the corner of my eye.
His smile dropped as he shot back, "Maybe we should chuck it. It's soaked through, probably ruined."
I burst out laughing, "I'm joking. Don't worry, I have no interest in sleeping alone! Oh, look more rope."
I bent down and began wrapping the rope around and around my arm, as he replied "I know it sounds silly. But just `sleeping' with you. It makes me feel better, I'd gotten so used to being on my own, that I convinced myself that's what I wanted."
I glanced up, taken aback by the vulnerability in his voice, "I'm sorry, it was just a silly joke. I like it too, you're the first real friend I've had in a long time." And then because I felt a desperate need to lighten the mood, I laughed and added, "Plus, you make a great pillow."
We shared an awkward smile and started trudging back. After a beat, Aaron piped up, "This rope'll come in handy. Shame we couldn't find any toothpaste though."
It took us a much shorter time to return to camp, likely because we weren't constantly scanning the ground in the hopes of finding something useful. By our estimations, it was around mid-afternoon by the time we arrived, and we set to unpacking our finds and laying them out in the sun to dry.
"Well, how's that for a productive afternoon," said Aaron standing up straight and brushing his hands together to remove the sand, "I think we've earnt a swim." I nodded, reaching for my swim trunks. Before I could grab them, Aaron snatched them away. "Uh-uh," he tutted, holding them out of reach. "We're Wild Boys now. No more swim shorts."
I jumped lunging at them, "You're just trying to get me naked!"
"And what? You already know I've been sneaking looks, so you might as well accept it."
I raised a sceptical eyebrow and before he could even register what I was doing I pulled my shorts down in one swift movement and took off running down the beach, shedding my vest as I went. I could hear Aaron chasing after me, "No fair. I didn't even get a chance to look." I was waist deep by the time he caught up with me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and suddenly leapt onto my back, wrapping his legs around my torso. "Yee-haw, I knew I'd be riding you eventu-" his gloating cut short as I pitched backward, dunking us both.
Aaron came up spluttering. Before he could catch his breath, I scrambled onto his back, shouting, "Who's the cowboy now, bitch?"
He gripped my thighs, wading deeper. "Careful what you wish for, mate. I might just let you saddle up properly." His hand snaked behind, grabbing a handful of my arse. "But this? This. It's mine now."
I yelped, leaping off his back and splashing towards shore. Aaron's maniacal laughter followed me. "Run all you want! That arse is coming home with me! Mwahahaha!"
I barely made it out of the surf before being pulled to the ground with Aaron's weight on top of me, I felt his erection press into the small of my back as we struggled. I managed to wiggle around so that we were facing one another and without hesitation our mouths found each other's instantly, our kiss quickly intensifying. I used all my strength to roll over and pin Aaron beneath me; something he likely let me do.
Aaron forced his hand between us and grabbed my now hard cock flicking his thumb across the slicked helmet. I groaned as he wrapped his fingers around me and started to work it slowly up and down. "You like that?" He asked, breaking the kiss. I groaned in response. "You'll like this even more." He rolled us over again and slid down my body. I looked down catching his eye as he lined my cock up and took it into his mouth. I lifted my torso, propping myself up in my elbows so I could watch him slowly working my aching dick, alternating between slow and deep movements to fast and shallow. He then pulled off and started licking down the side of my shaft before lapping at my balls and pulling them into his mouth.
"That feels so good." I crooned, "Let me make you feel good." I whispered. My voice hoarse.
My balls dropped from his mouth with a loud slurping noise, "Then get that sexy mouth around my cock." He demanded. We wriggled around changing positions and, in an instant, I was suddenly nervous; what if I was terrible at this? Aaron must have sensed this as he grabbed my chin, "Just do as I say." He whispered, "Hold the base of my cock and run your tongue all the way up. Yeah, like that. Stick out your tongue, taste my pre cum. Yeah, that's how hot you get me man. Now take it into your mouth. God, it's so hot in there. Good boy now work your mouth up and down." I reached a hand up and clamped it over his mouth. I might have needed some initial guidance, but this; this was instinct.
I did what Aaron had, alternating my speed, and using my hand to wank him off at the same time. "Spin your body round handsome, I want to blow you at the same time." I did as I was told straddling Aaron, so my dripping dick was pressed against Aaron's face. He took it his mouth and we continued to blow each other with equal enthusiasm. After a minute or so he removed my dick from his mouth and began licking at my balls, then used his hand to pull them out of the way before tonguing the area behind them. He sucked a finger into his mouth, and reached up, pressing it to my hole. He rubbed around the outside to my groans of approval.
He applied more pressure, and my body granted him access, he continued to lick my skin but held his finger while my body adjusted to the intrusion. I moaned and rocked my hips, hoping he'd take that as permission to work his finger in and out of my body, which he did. He continued to move his finger back and forth faster, taking my dick back into his mouth. My arse to tighten, around his finger as I felt my balls begin to rise. I knew I was about to cum but couldn't bring himself to stop sucking and warn Aaron, my ejaculation rolled over me, more intense than ever before and I began shooting into Aaron's mouth. A moment later I was aware that his groans had become more ragged and then, suddenly I felt the first ribbon of cum hit the back of my mouth causing me to cough, I kept my lips clamped around him, determined to swallow just as he had.
After I had, I lifted off his dick and rolled over pulling my dick from his mouth and his finger from my arse in the process. My eyes were watering, and I was doing a poor job at supressing a cough, "That was amazing." said Aaron coming up to sit.
I sat up to face him, "Yeah, it was. Hopefully, next time I won't have a coughing fit when you cum."
"There will be a next time?" Said Aaron hopefully.
"Oh, there'll be a next time." I said confidently leaning in for a kiss.
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