From the sketchbook of G. McCrossen.
Day by day, the desire to be rescued fades. Here, I no longer fear being found out. I feel free. Returning to civilization is far from my mind.
Carter tugged insistently on Gavin’s hand as they walked along the beach, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks before sluicing through the tide pools their constant companion. They’d left the camp after devouring a meal enhanced by the pink fruit that had become a staple for the castaways, Grant wanting to share his discovery with his lover.
He relished the word. He’d thought, once the lust had overtaken them that first night that he would be doomed to a life of solitude once more. Surely, Gavin, Jaspar and the Lieutenant would gravitate towards the female members of their party to leave him on the outside looking in longingly. For once fate was kind to him. While Bull and James sought out the attentions of Emma and Livie, the gruff American outdoorsman had turned a blind eye to them, focusing instead on Grant, even after the initial effects had worn off. Since that fateful night the pair had been inseparable. At first the attraction was merely physical, but over time, they’d become entangled emotionally, shedding the shackles of a society that looked at their kind with disgust along with their clothing. The freedom to walk hand in hand along the water’s edge as naked as Adam was intoxicating.
“How much further?” Gavin asked, his rough baritone easily overpowering the sound of the tide.
“A kilometer perhaps, no more,” Carter replied with a grin, still refusing to reveal his secret. All he’d told Gavin was that he wanted to show him something unusual. Nothing more. Gavin, he suspected, believed it as a ruse devised simply to have some time to themselves. At heart, he was a private man and preferred to spend much of his time with only Carter as his companion.
As Carter had promised, the cave lay less than three kilometers to the north. He’d discovered it earlier that day and had been enthusiastic about sharing his find with his lover. It wasn’t much to look at, at least from where they stood on the beach. A crack in the cliff face that widened enough for a grown man to crawl through. So far, he hadn’t actually braved the opening, but he had pushed his head and shoulders through, enough for a good look, the bioluminescent moss that clung to the stone within casting enough light to reveal the small cavern’s hidden secrets.
“Take a look,” he urged before stealing a kiss, enjoying the roughness of stubbled cheeks and the heat with which McCrossen returned his kiss before dropping to his stomach on the sand and propelling his upper body inward.
“Holy...” he mumbled. “Have you been inside?”
“No,” Carter admitted. “I thought… I was afraid to, to be honest.”
That drew a chuckle. “Fear’s a good thing to have. Keeps you from doing foolish things.”
Carter watched as Gavin squeezed through the entrance, grunting a little with the effort until he disappeared entirely. Holding his breath, he paused for a moment, before laying, belly down in the sand, and squirming through as well, telling himself not to panic as he pushed through the short tunnel and into the larger chamber.
There was enough room for both of them to stand. Gavin offered his hand and Grant took it, grateful as the larger man pulled him to his feet. It was strangely beautiful, the moss glowing blue-white and ghostly, although that was not what had so excited Carter initially. It was what was illuminated upon the far wall – a series of carvings, obviously man-made, resembling an alien language that were dissimilar to anything the cartographer had witnessed in all his studies and adventures.
“I’ll be darned,” Gavin managed, obviously as awed as Carter by the discovery. “Wonder who left it?”
“Or when.”
“Hard to say. Not really my field. The professor might be able to say, if’n he were here. What do you reckon it says?”
Carter simply shrugged at the question, examining the rest of the cavern for the first time. As far as he could tell there was only the one opening. It was a dead end.
“Like to go fetch my note book and make a copy, Cart.”
Grant simply nodded, the effects of the berries suddenly washing over him gently, much like the tide rolling up on the beach outside the cavern.
“Can it wait? I want to make love to you,” he found himself whispering, feeling suddenly shy. Gavin, thankfully, didn’t laugh. Nor did he dissent. Instead, he turned and roughly pushed him against the soft moss lining the walls and kissed him with a passion that burned him to the core.
“I love you,” Carter managed with a groan as he felt fingers between his thigh grasping his hardening cock, his own hands clenching his lover’s ass checks roughly as he pulled him closer, delighted as their cocks brushed against each other, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss as he pushed him into the ghostly moss, lust consuming them from within.
“God help me,” Gavin groaned, fire in his eyes as he unpinned Carter and turned him before clamping his hands over his hipbones and pressing the head of his prick against his anus.
Carter groaned with pleasure as he reached behind to spread the cheeks of his ass apart, welcoming the intrusion of a hard prick, his own impossibly swollen as he felt his anal ring widen. God help them, indeed. He mused, momentarily, how well they fit together – like a jigsaw puzzle. Pushing back, he clung to the glowing moss as he felt his ass being pounded from behind, the slap of muscled thighs against his buttocks and hot breath tickling the back of his neck as he reached between his legs and wrapped his fingers around his own member, pulling on it, letting Gav set the rhythm, clenching his teeth as he fought the urge to climax until he felt the other man’s cock swelling inside his canal moments before filling him with his seed. Only then did he allow himself relief, spurting milky white fluids upon the moss covered wall with a wordless cry of joy.
