BLESSINGS IN PARADISE
His eyes moved down Connor’s muscled back and then onto the two perfect dimples that sat just at the top of his ass. Then that ass. My God, it was perfect. It was thick and round. Smooth and pale. A beauty mark sat in the middle of the left cheek.
Connor made a soft grunt. Jamie snapped back to reality, and that’s when he noticed Connor was stroking himself off. He could see the movements of Connor's right hand. The stud was lost in his pleasure. His head leaned against the tree. His ass cheeks tightened and flexed with each movement. His back flexed with each unmistakable private moment. It was such a human thing to do, and Jamie knew he had no right to be there. Yet his eyes were fixed on the man.
Then Connor reached back with his left hand and grabbed a handful of his left booty cheek. He pulled his cheek, and they slightly parted. Jamie caught a glimpse of the man’s untouched virgin pucker. The sight stole his entire breath away. His stomach dropped as he felt his own member become increasingly tight in his garments.
Jamie took a step back. He intended to leave quietly and unnoticed. He stepped on a dry twig. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet. Connor quickly turned around. Their eyes met, and Jamie’s eyes dropped down to Connor’s cock. Jamie swallowed so hard it echoed through the trees.
Connor still had his fist wrapped around his thick member. The shaft was shielded, but his dark bush of pubes was completely visible. Two healthy smooth orbs dangled near his massive thighs, and the head…holy shit, Jamie could see the head of Connor’s cock. It was swollen, partly pink and partly red. A string of precum dangled from the slit.
Jamie’s eyes traveled back up Connor’s richly developed jock body. He looked as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Then his face hardened. His jaw locked, and his eyes sharpened into something else. Frustration!
“What the hell are you doing, you freak?” Connor snapped.
Jamie lifted his hands slightly. “I didn’t…I was just…I heard…I was looking for you.” Jamie stammered with confusion and intrigue.
Connor’s gaze flickered down Jamie’s body. They found the erection that Jamie wished to God wasn’t quite so visible. He could still feel the blood pumping into his cock. His penis snaked down the side of his thigh. It was impossible to miss the thick print of it. Connor’s eyes moved back up. His pale face was suddenly blazing.
“Figures,” he sneered. “Faggot.”
That word hit Jamie harder than he expected. It exposed something hidden inside of himself. It was a stroke like a match to his pain.
“What’d you call me?” He asked. His voice was barely above a whisper.
Connor pulled his clothes up around his waist. He put his eyes back on Jamie. They burned with revenge. He wanted to get under his skin. He felt exposed and wanted Jamie just as exposed somehow.
“Fag,” Connor repeated. He knew he had gotten under Jamie’s skin. He wanted to provoke him.
Everything went red around Jamie.
Before Connor could utter another word, Jamie charged at him with full force. He slammed into him with full force, shoulder to chest. He knocked Connor back with the force of a giant. They hit the ground hard. Sand and leaves exploded around them. Both of them shouted swear words as fists connected and elbows flew.
“Get your mitts off me, mother fucker!” Connor yelled.
Jamie roared, “I’ll teach you to call me a faggot, you bitch ass ni-…”
Before Jamie could finish the word, they grappled and rolled. Suddenly, there was so much momentum. They were no longer in control. The ground vanished beneath them. They were rolling down the hill.
Branches tore at their skin. Leaves whipped their faces. They tumbled together.
“I. Fucking. Hate. You,” Jamie shouted every word with each roll.
“Suck. My. Cock.” Connor shouted as they rolled.
“Suck. My. Dick.” Jamie screamed.
Air.
For one incredible, breathless, weightless, and hopeless second, the trees were gone. They dropped from the sky. Gravity pulled them with extreme force. Like two angels, they fell from grace. They hit the water.
They crashed into a pool of water hard enough to knock the fight out of them. Jamie surfaced first. He gasped, coughed, and sputtered, his eyes wildly.
Connor burst up a second later. His hair was plastered to his face. He struggled to breathe again.
They stared at each other and then at the water moving around them. It was clear, moving, and real. Jamie began to laugh. It was soft, then it grew into a loud, hysterical laugh.
“The fuck is so funny? Are you having a mental episode?” Connor asked with annoyance in his voice.
“It’s fresh water, you simpleton. This is a win.”
Jamie smiled and lifted his head toward the sky. His hands came together as if he were about to pray. He had to thank God. There was no way they would survive without water.
Connor scooped a handful of water and lifted it toward his mouth.
Smack!
The sound cracked through the clearing louder than the splash. Water flew everywhere. Connor yelped as he jerked back. Jamie had slapped his hand hard enough for it to sting.
“Goddamn you, Jamie Robinson, what the hell is wrong with you?” Connor barked as he clutched his wrist.
“All that money and no brain,” Jamie said.
He stood in front of Connor, breathing hard. His eyes were dark, and his chest heaved as if he were still falling from the sky.
“Stop calling me dumb and stupid, Jamie,” Connor hissed.
“Stop acting like it,” Jamie chastised him. “Like, are you seriously trying to get fucking sick right now?”
Connor stared at him like he’d lost his damn mind. “It’s water. Fucking water.” Connor pointed at him. “Water, you just said that’s fresh.”
Jamie moved closer to him. His voice was sharp and controlled. It sounded more dangerous than if he’d yelled. “It’s fresh water. Not purified water. Huge difference.”
Connor scoffed. His anger flared. “We’re on a shitty ass island, Jamie. We don’t have time to be bougie. It’s fresh! That means it’s fine.”
“No,” Jamie snapped immediately. “It means it can be purified to drink.”
Connor slapped the water into Jamie’s face. His muscles tightened in frustration. “First, perv on me, then knock me on my ass, roll me down a fucking hill, and have me fall out of the sky. Now you want to gatekeep the water. I’m fucking sick of your shit, dude.”
Jamie didn’t back down. He didn’t blink. He didn’t miss a beat. “You forgot to add that I just saved your little asshole from falling open from all the shitting you’d do for the next 48 hours. You probably become so dehydrated that you’d die. I wouldn’t be sad about that part. I’d be irritated, though, that I’d have to drag your heavy, dead ass into the ocean and let the sharks feast on you because I’m not gonna bury you because I don’t wanna smell your ass!”
Connor’s jaw clenched. “You don’t know that.”
“Actually, I do,” Jamie shot back. “Animals use this water. Birds. Whatever the hell was growling at us last night. One dead thing upstream, one parasite, one bad gamble…”
“We’re already gambling just being here!” Conor shouted. “I’m not waiting around to die of thirst because you read something once.”
Jamie laughed once. It was sharp, humorless, and condescending as fuck. “You think this is trivia? You think intelligence is just me memorizing facts? It isn’t.”
Connor bristled. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.” Jamie pointed at the water. “This place doesn’t care how strong you are. It doesn’t care that you can lift more than me or punch harder. If you drink that, I promise you I’ll be dragging your muscled ass around while you puke up your guts.”
Silence stretched.
Connor looked down at his hands. They trembled in restraint. He wanted to drink the water. His body craved for it.
“You could have just said that,” he muttered.
Jamie’s voice dropped, quieter but firm. “I panicked.”
Connor swallowed hard. He glanced at the water. Desire tugged at him like gravity in freefall. His throat burned, and his mouth ran dry. His tongue felt thicker than usual. Every instinct screamed drink.
He ran his fingers through his hair. “So, what,” he said bitterly, “we just stare at it?”
Jamie exhaled. “We boil it. Or filter it. Maybe we can collect rain later. I don’t know yet. We just have to take our time. It’s not like we’re going anywhere.”
Connor nodded once, stiff. “You’re enjoying this.”
Jamie’s mouth twitched. “Don’t flatter yourself, Connor McGill.”
Connor cleared his throat. “Next time you slap me…”
Jamie cut him off. “Next time I’ll let you drink it.”
Connor chuckled. “Liar.”
Connor was right, but Jamie wasn’t going to let him know. They had an arch-rivalry that needed to be protected.
They began their walk through the trees to try and find their way back to the beach. The island was much larger than they had come to realize.
They made it back to the shoreline forty minutes later. They weren’t sure it was where they had originally been, but they were happy just being back on the shore.
“I think we need to figure out how to craft some tools so we can fish, and we need to figure out how to make a fire so we can boil water. It’s the only way we survive this place,” Jamie said as he flopped down in the sand.
Off in the distance, about fifty yards away, something caught Connor’s eye. It was a massive yellow barrel like luggage. It was partly in the water and part of it was on the beach.
“What the fuck is that?” Connor said.
Jamie looked up at him and then out into the distance. He saw it as well. He stood up, and they glanced at one another, and then they ran toward it. The waves from the ocean beat upon it relentlessly. Every splash moved it a centimeter or two.
“We need to get it before the tide pulls it,” Connor screamed as they raced toward it.
The two men pushed it onto shore. They opened it, and it was as if the Lord had answered their prayers. There was a metal pot for boiling water, a lighter, a blue and black tarp, thread, and a rusted hunting knife, along with various other small items.
“Holy shit,” Connor exclaimed. The excitement in his voice couldn’t be contained.
“Where do you think this came from?” Jamie asked.
“Maybe from the wreckage. I don’t know. Who cares? You said we needed to boil water,” Connor answered.
Jamie picked up the knife and examined it closely. He looked around carefully. He wondered just where the hell did the crate come from.
“Jamie?”
Jamie looked at him and answered. “Yeah?”
“Are you okay? Why aren’t you excited?”
“I am. I think I’m just in shock is all,” Jamie replied.
“I can use some of this to make a trap to catch fish,” Connor told him. “We’re not going to die anytime soon.”
Night descended upon the two of them. They sat side by side around a small fire that they were able to finally build. The silence stretched between them. It was clear to them that they were going to be there for a long time. It was time they learned to get along.
“I’ve been thinking,” Connor said, breaking the silence. “We need to clear the air. Why don’t you like me?”
Jamie chuckled. “Can we not? Let’s just survive.”
“Bullshit!” Connor exploded. “We are miserable here, and we have to stick together. Time will be easier if we just clear the air, and could be cool. Why don’t you like me? We used to be best friends once upon a time.”
“Okay, we were never best friends,” Jamie rebutted as he turned toward Connor. “Jake Hoggins was your best friend. I was just the kid you hung out with when Jake wasn’t around.”
“That’s such a load of crap, and you know it. We built a treehouse together. We did sleepovers. You were my first best friend, and then you hated me.”
“You really wanna fucking do this?”
“Yes, I wanna fucking do this, Jamie Robinson!”
“Okay, Connor McGill! Fifth grade, Lyndsay Cortman’s party. We all played spin the bottle. I wanted to kiss Kiara Smith. I told you that. I spun the bottle, and it landed on her. You were right next to her. I went for the kiss, and instead you kissed me. You kissed me, Connor. Then you ended up kissing her, and she became your girlfriend. My first kiss was with a fucking guy, and everyone called me gay for an entire school year.”
Connor sat silently. His blue eyes moistened.
“It was my first kiss as well,” he said softly. “I remember it. I liked you. I didn’t understand it at the time. You were my best friend, and I liked you like how you liked Kiara Smith. I got jealous, and I didn’t want someone else to be your first kiss. I kissed you. You freaked out…rightfully so. I guess I just never thought that it would lead to you hating me for as long and as much as you do.”
Jamie blinked. “Wait. Pause. Time out. You’re gay?”
“I’m not fucking gay,” Connor snapped. “I liked you, and your reaction traumatized me. I never tried anything with a guy again. I buried it deep down inside.”
“Oh great,” Jamie jumped up. “Now I’m gonna be labeled as a homophobe.”
“I’m not fucking gay. I never did anything. A kiss in the fifth grade doesn’t make me gay.” Connor yelled so loud the birds in the trees flew into the dark sky.
“Why’d you call me a faggot earlier?” Jamie asked.
Connor sighed. He knew that question would eventually come up. He rubbed his biceps as he hung his head.
“I was upset that you’d seen me like that. I felt exposed,” he said. “Why were you hard?”
Jamie choked. “I’m a red-blooded male who fucks a lot. Women. I fuck women.”
“Fuck you,” Connor said with a frown. “I fuck women as well.”
Jamie threw his arms up. “I’m just saying. It's like my dick knew something taboo was occurring, and it got hard. I got hard. It doesn’t mean I want to fuck you.”
“Or does it?” Connor raised the stakes.
Jamie’s eyes widened. “You don’t get to turn gay on this fucking island, Connor.”
“Why not? I’m gonna die here. I may as well die with the truth. I don’t know what I am. I never got the kiss out of my system because the guy I crushed on freaked out. I never tried again, Jamie.”
Jamie stormed over toward him. He’d had enough of people changing on him suddenly. Things were already unstable. He couldn’t have Connor McGill of all people changing. He grabbed hold of Connor’s chin. Their eyes met, and Jamie pressed his lips against Connor's lips.
Soft.
Wet.
Warm.
The world shifted by a few degrees.
Jamie could taste Connor’s life on his lips. He sucked the bottom lip into his mouth. It was slow and deep. Jamie refused to let that juicy pink lip leave his mouth. Finally, he pulled away slowly. Connor slowly opened his eyes. His cheeks had turned red with blush.
“Well, gay or nah,” Jamie asked.
“You don’t get to ruin this moment for me,” Connor told him.
Jamie rolled his eyes and turned to walk away. Connor grabbed hold of his arm and spun him back into his embrace. He wasted no time. His lips smashed into Jamie’s lips.
Connor pressed his body against Jamie’s. He kissed him with desperation and passion. It was more than he could have ever wanted it to be, yet it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough. It felt sensual and hungry. It gave everything while taking everything.
Connor’s tongue ran across Jamie’s top lip. The man slightly parted his mouth, and Connor’s tongue slid inside. Jamie tried to pull away. Connor’s arm dropped to his lower back and pulled him tighter. He refused to let him go. Connor sucked his soul from his body.
Jamie’s knees grew weak. He was damn near ready to buckle under the passion of Connor’s kiss.
For the first time since the wreckage, Connor felt maybe the island wasn’t a curse. Maybe it was a blessing. A chance for him to finally have the moment he’d always secretly wanted. Maybe everything was just blessings in paradise.
TO BE CONTINUED
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