Dawn painted the jungle in streaks of gold and shadow as they packed their meager supplies — the salvaged duffel slung over Tony's shoulder, the flare gun heavy in Vince's waistband. The air clung thick with humidity, their bare feet sinking into damp earth as they hacked through vines with the multitool. Twice, Tony stopped to press his palm against the cool trickle of fresh springs, the water tasting of minerals and moss. Nothing larger than startled lizards scurried from their path.
Then the trees thinned abruptly, sunlight stinging their eyes as they staggered into a clearing. The campfire was a nest of gray embers, its smoke threadbare now. The figure crouched beside it was naked, his blond beard matted with filth. His head snapped up at their approach — vacant blue eyes sharpening with recognition. "Holy shit," Jimmy croaked, the ship's head chef's voice raw as if from screaming. "You're alive."
Jimmy tried to get up on trembling arms, but collapsed instantly. His ribs jutted beneath sunburned skin. Vince swore, dropping to one knee beside him, fingers pressing against Jimmy's jugular. The pulse was thready, frantic.
Tony already had the duffel open, tossing Vince a crushed energy bar and the last water bottle. Vince cracked the seal with his teeth, pressing it to Jimmy's lips. "Slow," he ordered, but Jimmy gulped greedily, water sloshing down his chin. The energy bar disappeared in three ragged bites, Jimmy shuddering as he chewed.
"Have you … seen anyone else?" Jimmy rasped, fingers clutching Vince's wrist.
Tony exchanged a glance with Vince. "Just us and you," Vince said, hauling Jimmy up. The chef's legs buckled; Vince caught him with an arm around his waist, Jimmy's feverish skin sticking to his.
They retraced their steps, pausing where the springs glinted between ferns. Jimmy collapsed at the water's edge, drinking like a dying man. Tony watched the trees while Vince scrubbed dirt from Jimmy's back with wet palms. By the third spring, color had returned to Jimmy's face.
"You rigged this whole survival gig?" Jimmy muttered as they half-carried him uphill toward the cave. His gaze flicked to Tony's ass, then away.
Vince's grip tightened on Jimmy's hip. "We adapted."
The cave welcomed them with shade and scattered supplies. Jimmy stared at the stacked crates, the makeshift bedroll. "Fuck me," he breathed, then stiffened as Tony pressed a salvaged protein bar into his hand.
Tony's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Eat. Then we talk."
Jimmy's fingers brushed Tony's — too long, too deliberate. Vince's jaw clenched. The cave smelled of sweat and salt and something new, something sharp. Outside, the jungle held its breath.
*****
"He's out," Tony murmured, nodding to where Jimmy sprawled snoring on the tarp, his ribs rising and falling like driftwood on the tide. Vince grabbed Tony's wrist, dragging him out into the harsh sunlight. The glare off the rocks matched the burn in Vince's gut.
"That little look he gave you —" Vince started, his voice low and rough.
Tony leaned back against the warm stone, arms crossed. Sunlight caught the sweat on his collarbones. "We fucked sometimes. You know how it is." His thumb brushed Vince's hipbone, deliberate. "Before you."
Vince's fingers dug into Tony's waist. "And now?"
Tony pressed forward, chest to chest, his breath hot against Vince's lips. "Now I want you fucking me against this rock while he sleeps twenty feet away." His teeth grazed Vince's earlobe. "Tell me that doesn't turn you on."
Vince growled, crushing their mouths together. Tony tasted like salt and stolen protein bars, his tongue demanding as Vince pinned him against the stone. Their cocks pushed through the tattered remains of their shorts, both already hard.
"Only you," Tony gasped between kisses, his hands fisting in Vince's beard. "Only ever you."
Vince bit down on Tony's lower lip, sucking the sting away. The ocean roared below them. Somewhere, a gull screamed. Jimmy slept on, oblivious, as Tony's fingers scrabbled at Vince's waistband —
— and then suddenly they were horizontal, sprawled on sun-warmed stone, Tony's laughter muffled against Vince's palm. Vince peeled their shorts down with jerky movements, their cocks springing free, already leaking. Tony's breath hitched when Vince licked a stripe up his shaft, his hips bucking helplessly. "Shh," Vince warned, glancing toward the cave. Jimmy's snores continued uninterrupted.
They arranged themselves like puzzle pieces — Vince on his back, Tony straddling his face, their legs tangled in a messy 69. Tony's balls brushed Vince's chin as he leaned down, taking Vince's cock into his mouth with a low hum of pleasure. The angle was awkward, deliciously so, forcing them both to move slow. Vince groaned against Tony's thigh, his tongue tracing the furl of Tony's hole before pressing inside. Tony shuddered, his cock twitching against Vince's lips.
They found a rhythm, unhurried and deep, each movement calculated to draw out the other's pleasure. Vince could feel the way Tony's thighs trembled as he worked him with his tongue, the way Tony's moans vibrated around his cock. Above him, Tony was methodical, his lips tight around Vince's shaft, his tongue swirling just under the head on every upstroke. Vince's hands gripped Tony's ass, kneading the firm muscle as he fucked up into Tony's mouth with shallow thrusts.
The sun baked their bare skin, salt drying in the hollows of their spines. Vince could taste Tony — musk and sea and the faint metallic tang of precum — as he sucked him off with slow, wet pulls. Tony's fingers tangled in Vince's chest hair, tugging just hard enough to sting. Somewhere beyond them, the tide receded, taking the last of Vince's restraint with it.
Tony came first, his body tensing as he spilled down Vince's throat with a choked-off gasp. Vince swallowed greedily, his own orgasm cresting moments later as Tony milked him through it, his tongue lapping at the head of Vince's cock until he was oversensitive and twitching.
After, they stayed tangled together, Tony's weight a comfortable pressure on Vince's chest. Jimmy's snores echoed from the cave. Tony pressed a kiss to Vince's sternum, his lips soft against sweat-damp skin. "Told you," he murmured.
Vince carded his fingers through Tony's hair, watching a lizard skitter across the rocks. The ocean glittered like broken glass. Somewhere beyond the trees, smoke still curled toward the sky. But here, now, with Tony's breath warm against his skin, it was enough.
Jimmy stirred with a groan, rolling onto his side. Vince tensed, but Tony just stretched lazily, his skin golden in the afternoon light. "He'll be thirsty," Tony murmured, pressing a kiss to Vince's pulse point before standing.
They found Jimmy propped against the cave wall, peeling the foil from a protein bar with shaking fingers. His gaze flicked between them — lingering on Tony's bare chest, the fresh bite marks on Vince's shoulder—before he smirked. "I guess you two kept busy."
Tony tossed him a water bottle. "You got a problem with that?"
Jimmy shrugged, wincing as the motion pulled at his sunburn. "Just surprised." His thumb traced the bottle's rim. "You always said cruise ship flings never lasted."
Vince's fingers twitched toward the flare gun. Tony's laugh was easy, practiced. "Desert island rules, Jimmy." He crouched beside him, close enough that their knees brushed. "Things change."
Jimmy's gaze dropped to Tony's mouth. Vince's teeth ground together. The cave smelled of salt and spoiled coconut milk.
Outside, the wind shifted. Smoke wove through the trees, thicker now. Vince stood abruptly. "We move at dawn." His shadow swallowed Jimmy whole. "Rest up."
Tony followed him into the dying light, fingers hooking in Vince's waistband. "Jealous?" he breathed against Vince's neck.
Vince spun him into the mangroves, pinning him against rough bark. "You're mine," he growled.
Tony arched against him, fingers digging into Vince's hips. "Prove it."
Behind them, Jimmy coughed.
Tony froze against Vince, his breath hot against Vince's clenched jaw. The mangrove leaves trembled around them, casting dappled shadows over Tony's bare shoulders. Vince could still taste him — salt and desperation — on his tongue.
Jimmy's voice carried, thin as driftwood: "Are you two gonna fuck again or help me find food?"
Tony snorted, nipping Vince's earlobe before shoving him back. "Priorities," he muttered, stepping around Vince with deliberate slowness, his cock still half-hard.
They returned to find Jimmy hobbling toward the shoreline, his sunburned back peeling in pink strips. He paused at the tideline, staring at the horizon like a man expecting rescue. Vince exchanged a glance with Tony. Neither mentioned the flare gun.
They worked in silence — Vince spearing fish from the shallows, Tony cracking coconuts with a rock. Jimmy watched from the sand, fingers twitching toward Tony every time he bent over. Vince's gut burned.
Dusk came early, thick with humidity. They ate by firelight, Jimmy's bony knees brushing Tony's as he leaned in for another portion. Vince stabbed his fish with more force than necessary.
"You keep staring at me like that," Jimmy said around a mouthful, "I'm gonna think you want seconds." His grin was all teeth.
Tony coughed into his palm. Vince stood abruptly, kicking sand over the fire. "Sleep," he ordered. "We hike at first light."
Jimmy winked at Tony before curling onto his side. Tony lingered by the embers, the flames painting his muscles gold. Vince grabbed him by the hair, dragging him into the jungle.
Tony went willingly, his back hitting a palm tree with a thud. "Christ, you're territorial," he breathed, but his hands were already yanking Vince closer.
Vince kissed Tony's shoulder, tasting salt and woodsmoke. "Mine," he growled against damp skin.
Tony arched into him, fingers scrabbling at Vince's waistband. "Then fucking take me."
The first thrust was brutal — no patience left in either of them. Tony's gasp morphed into a choked laugh as Vince pinned his wrists above his head. Somewhere beyond the trees, the tide rolled in. Closer, Jimmy coughed again.
Vince bent Tony over a fallen log, fucking into him with punishing strokes. Tony's curses were muffled against bark, his thighs trembling. Vince didn't slow down, didn't soften — not until Tony shuddered apart beneath him, his sperm painting the leaves in streaks, with Vince's name ragged in his throat.
Tony slumped against him, sweat-slick and spent. Vince pressed his lips to Tony's temple, fingers tracing the fresh bruises on his hips. The jungle hummed around them.
Tomorrow, more exploring. Tomorrow, answers.
But tonight — tonight Vince marked his territory in whispered promises.
The hollow beneath Tony's ear tasted of sea-salt and spent lust as Vince pressed him onto a bed of ferns. Tony's fingers tangled in the wiry curls of Vince's chest, tugging hard enough to sting. "Fuck," he gasped as Vince sucked hard on his collarbone — not gentle, never gentle — their hips grinding together in a slow, filthy rhythm. The ferns rustled, releasing a green, crushed scent that mingled with the musk of their skin.
Jimmy's distant cough carried through the trees. Tony smirked, dragging his nails down Vince's spine. "Think he's listening?"
Vince answered by flipping Tony onto his stomach, pinning his wrists between his shoulder blades. His voice was gravel against Tony's nape: "I don't care."
Tony arched back into him, breath hitching as Vince slicked himself with spit and pressed in — no prep, just the burn of it, the way Tony liked — until their bodies slammed together with a wet slap. Vince set a brutal pace, each thrust driving Tony's hips into the ferns. Tony's choked moans were swallowed by the jungle, his fingers clawing at damp earth.
Above them, fruit bats scattered from the canopy. Somewhere closer, a twig snapped.
Vince stilled, breath ragged. Tony twisted beneath him, lips brushing Vince's clenched jaw. "Keep going," he panted.
A shadow shifted between the trees — Jimmy's sunburnt silhouette lingering just beyond the fronds. Vince locked eyes with him over Tony's heaving back and thrust deeper, deliberate. Tony cried out, his body clamping down around Vince as he came, untouched, his seed splattering the ferns. Jimmy's breath hitched audibly.
Then the unmistakable sound of skin on skin — wet, frantic — followed by Jimmy's bitten-off groan. Vince smirked against Tony's shoulder as Jimmy's rhythm stuttered, his choked moan dissolving into ragged gasps. Something heavy splashed onto damp moss. Vince didn't bother looking. He kept moving inside Tony, slow now, savoring the way Tony trembled through the aftershocks.
"Christ," Jimmy rasped from the darkness. A twig snapped as he staggered back toward camp, his footsteps uneven.
Tony laughed breathlessly, pressing his forehead into the dirt. "You're a bastard," he mumbled, but arched back onto Vince's cock, his body still fluttering with sensitivity.
Vince gripped Tony's hip, dragging him upright until Tony's back was flush against his chest. He wrapped a hand around Tony's spent cock, stroking him slowly as he murmured against his ear: "He'll think twice before eye-fucking you again."
Tony's head fell back onto Vince's shoulder with a groan as Vince's fingers twisted just right, wringing another weak spurt from him. The jungle smelled of sex and crushed greenery, the air thick with humidity. Somewhere beyond the trees, the tide whispered against the shore.
Vince turned Tony's face toward him, kissing him deep and filthy. Tony's fingers dug into Vince's thighs, blunt nails leaving half-moons in the taut muscle. When Vince finally bred him, Tony shuddered, his body milking every drop of sperm from Vince with greedy pulses.
They stayed tangled together in the aftermath, Tony's breathing gradually slowing against Vince's chest. A gecko skittered across a nearby branch, its tail flicking.
Jimmy's distant cough carried through the trees again — louder this time, pointed.
Tony sighed, stretching like a satisfied cat. "We should probably —"
Vince nipped his shoulder. "Let him wait."
The first drops of rain began to fall, pattering softly against the broad leaves above them. Tony tilted his face up, catching the moisture on his tongue. Vince watched the way his throat worked, the way his lashes glistened with droplets.
Somewhere beyond the trees, civilization still existed. But here, now, with Tony warm and pliant in his arms, Vince couldn't bring himself to care.
*****
Jimmy hacked at a coconut with unnecessary force, his gaze flicking between them and the shoreline. Vince watched him from the corner of his eye — the way his fingers trembled around the machete, the sweat beading at his temples despite the morning chill. He'd been jumpy all week, flinching whenever Vince and Tony touched, disappearing into the jungle whenever their laughter turned breathless.
The silence stretched like a fishing line about to snap. Then Jimmy cleared his throat. "You two fuck more than rabbits," he muttered, staring resolutely at his coconut.
Tony paused mid-bite on a mango, juice dripping down his wrist. Vince leaned back against the palm tree, thighs spread just enough to watch Jimmy squirm. "Is that a problem?"
Jimmy's neck flushed crimson where his sunburn ended. "No, not a —" He swallowed hard, fingers tightening on the machete. "I was wondering if —" The blade slipped, sending coconut milk spraying across his thighs.
Tony licked his lips deliberately, catching a stray drop of juice. Vince saw the exact moment Jimmy's resolve crumbled — the hitch in his breathing, the way his knuckles whitened around the machete's handle.
"If?" Vince prompted, stretching his arms overhead with a theatrical groan.
Jimmy's gaze darted between them like a trapped animal's. "If I could ... join you sometimes," he blurted, then immediately looked horrified by his own words.
Tony choked on his mango. Vince arched an eyebrow, letting the silence linger just long enough to see Jimmy's Adam's apple bob twice.
The waves lapped at the shore. Somewhere in the jungle, a parrot shrieked.
Tony wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, studying Jimmy with newfound interest. "You been jerking off to us every night," he mused, not a question.
Jimmy's ears turned purple.
Vince pushed to his feet, sand sticking to his sweat-damp skin as he crossed to Jimmy in three strides. He plucked the machete from Jimmy's grip and tossed it into the surf. "Show us," he ordered, catching Jimmy's chin between thumb and forefinger, "how you touch yourself when you hear us."
Jimmy made a strangled noise. Tony came up behind him, pressing close enough that Jimmy could feel his cock against his back. "We'll wait," Tony murmured against Jimmy's sunburned neck. "Take your time."
The tide rolled out. The coconut milk dried sticky on Jimmy's thighs. And in the heavy silence, three heartbeats pounded out of sync.
Vince watched Jimmy's fingers hover over his own waistband — trembling, sunburned knuckles brushing the ragged hem of salvaged shorts. Tony's breath ghosted hot over Jimmy's shoulder, his teeth grazing the peeling skin there. "Go on," Tony murmured, his palm sliding around Jimmy's hip to press against the obvious bulge tenting the thin fabric.
Jimmy whimpered, his knees buckling as Tony's fingers skimmed lower. Vince caught him by the jaw, forcing eye contact. "You want this?" Vince demanded, thumb pressing into Jimmy's windpipe just enough to feel his frantic pulse. "Or are you just lonely?"
Jimmy's lips parted — whether to answer or gasp, Vince wasn't sure. Tony chose that moment to yank Jimmy's shorts down past his bony hips, exposing him to the salt-laden breeze. Jimmy's cock sprang free, already leaking against his stomach.
Vince exhaled through his nose. Not bad — thick where Tony was long, ruddy with neglected arousal. He shared a glance with Tony over Jimmy's shoulder. Tony's eyebrow quirked — a silent question — and Vince responded by shoving Jimmy forward onto his knees in the wet sand.
Tony's chuckle was dark as he stepped around Jimmy, presenting his muscled backside with deliberate casualness. "Clean me up," he ordered, thumbing sweat from his own crease. "Then we'll talk."
Jimmy's tongue darted out, lips shiny with spit. Vince watched, arms crossed, as Jimmy leaned in — hesitant at first, then with increasing hunger — his nose pressing against Tony's skin as he licked a broad stripe upward.
Tony groaned, fingers tangling in Jimmy's matted hair. "Christ, he's eager," he muttered to Vince, hips pushing back against Jimmy's face.
Vince knelt behind Jimmy, palming the chef's neglected cock with one hand while the other gripped his hip hard. "You've watched us fuck all week," Vince growled against Jimmy's ear, matching his strokes to the rhythm of Jimmy's tongue on Tony. "Now you're part of the show."
The waves crashed. The sun climbed higher. And under Vince's calloused grip, Jimmy shook apart with a wounded noise that had Tony turning around, pulling him up into a filthy kiss even as Vince's fingers kept working him toward completion.
Somewhere beyond the shoreline, rescue could wait.
Jimmy’s scream tore through the jungle as Vince sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust — no prep, no patience — just the exquisite burn of muscle yielding to muscle. His fingers dug bruises into Jimmy’s hips, the chef’s body bowing between them like a strung bow. "Fuck — fuck!" Jimmy sobbed, nails clawing at the sand, but Vince didn’t slow, didn’t stop, his rhythm as relentless as the tide pounding the shore.
Tony was already sinking onto Jimmy’s cock, his thighs trembling as he took every thick inch with a groan that vibrated through all three of them. Jimmy’s pain-glazed eyes rolled back when Tony clenched around him, his moan merging with Vince’s growl as their bodies found a filthy, synchronized rhythm. Sand clung to sweat-slick skin, their tangled forms glistening under the merciless sun.
The air reeked of salt and sex, their grunts and curses punctuated by the wet slap of flesh. Vince watched Tony ride Jimmy with predatory focus, his own thrusts driving Jimmy deeper into Tony’s heat with each snap of his hips. Jimmy babbled — half-formed pleas and fragmented curses — his body no longer his own, just a conduit for their shared hunger. Tony’s back arched, his hands fisting in Jimmy’s hair as he ground down, milking Jimmy’s cock with ruthless precision.
Vince felt the exact moment Jimmy shattered — his spine going rigid, his choked shout swallowed by Tony’s mouth crashing onto his. Tony followed seconds later, his climax ripping through him with enough force that Vince felt the contractions through Jimmy’s body. He lasted three more punishing strokes before emptying his sperm into Jimmy with a snarl, his lips pressing into the knobs of Jimmy’s spine as waves of pleasure dragged him under.
They collapsed in a heap of trembling limbs and labored breaths. Jimmy whimpered when Vince pulled out, his hole twitching around nothing. Tony licked a stripe up Jimmy’s throat, tasting salt and surrender. Vince’s chuckle was dark as he palmed Jimmy’s spent cock, squeezing just to watch him jerk. "Still lonely?" he murmured. Jimmy shook his head, smiling.
The jungle held its breath. But here, now — sand in their hair, salt on their tongues — they were anything but alone; they had one another.
Tony rolled onto his side, his muscles gleaming with sweat, and traced a lazy circle around Jimmy's spent cock. "Damn," he murmured, fingers drifting lower to toy with the wet mess between Jimmy's thighs. "You took that better than I expected."
Jimmy's breath hitched as Tony's touch skirted oversensitive flesh. He opened his mouth — whether to protest or beg, Vince couldn't tell — but Tony silenced him with two fingers pressed to his lips. "Shh," Tony breathed, leaning in. "We're not done with you yet."
Vince stretched his arms overhead, bones popping, and grinned at the way Jimmy's eyes tracked the movement — part apprehension, part hunger. Sand gritted between their bodies as Vince knelt behind Jimmy again, his thumbs pressing into the chef's bruised hips. "Turn over," he ordered, voice rough.
Jimmy whimpered but obeyed, his trembles morphing into full-body shivers when Tony straddled his chest, presenting his still-hard cock to Jimmy's swollen lips. Vince didn't wait — just slicked himself with spit and pushed back into Jimmy's heat in one smooth thrust. Jimmy cried out around Tony, his spine arching, fingers scrabbling for purchase in the sand.
Tony fisted Jimmy's hair, forcing his head back. "Suck," he growled. "Or next time, we leave you aching."
Vince set a punishing pace, each snap of his hips driving Jimmy forward onto Tony's cock, the slide made easier by the sweat dripping from Tony's abdomen. Jimmy's choked moans dissolved into wet, rhythmic gagging as Tony fucked his throat in time with Vince's thrusts. The sun beat down, magnifying the stink of sex and saltwater, the air thick with their panting.
It was Tony who broke first this time, gushing down Jimmy's throat with a groan. Vince followed seconds later, burying himself deep as his orgasm ripped through him. Jimmy convulsed between them, his untouched cock twitching pitifully, spitting one last weak stripe of semen onto his own stomach.
Tony collapsed onto the sand, laughing breathlessly. "Fuck," he muttered, stretching like a satisfied cat. Jimmy just lay there, limp and glistening, his chest rising and falling in ragged bursts.
Vince rolled his shoulders, watching the tide creep closer. But here, now — with Tony's fingers lacing through his, and Jimmy's soft whimpers filling the silence — the island felt less like a prison and more like a promise.
The wind carried the scent of bruised mangoes and salt. Jimmy stirred first, wincing as he propped himself up on shaking elbows. His lips were swollen, his thighs streaked with drying semen and sand. Tony reached out, thumbing a stray drop from Jimmy's chin with a smirk. "Still think cruise ship flings don't last?"
Jimmy's laugh cracked like driftwood. "Fuck you." But his fingers lingered on Tony's wrist a heartbeat too long.
Vince stood abruptly, the motion sending crabs skittering into their burrows. "Water," he announced, hauling Jimmy up by the armpit. The chef staggered, his knees giving out until Vince slung an arm around his waist. Tony fell into step on Jimmy's other side, their naked hips brushing with each step toward the freshwater spring.
The pool was still as glass, reflecting three distorted figures back at them. Vince watched the way Jimmy's hands trembled as he cupped water to his mouth — the way Tony's gaze tracked the movement of Jimmy's throat. Something hot and possessive coiled in Vince's gut. He crowded behind Jimmy, pressing his hardening cock against the chef's ass. Jimmy choked on his next sip.
Tony's grin was all teeth as he waded in, the water lapping at his thighs. "Think you can take us both again?" he purred, trailing wet fingers down Jimmy's sunburned chest.
Jimmy's Adam's apple bobbed. Vince nipped his shoulder, tasting salt and surrender. "Answer him." With the water cooling their heated skin and Tony's fingers tangling in Jimmy's hair, rescue felt like a distant dream — and Vince found he didn't give a damn.
Tony's grip tightened, forcing Jimmy to meet his gaze. "Well?" The spring lapped at their thighs, the silence stretching taut.
Jimmy exhaled shakily, his pupils blown wide. "Yeah," he rasped. Vince growled approval against his neck as Tony's smirk turned victorious.
The spring swallowed their moans whole. Vince braced Jimmy against the mossy rocks while Tony slicked himself up with practiced fingers, his cock glistening in the dappled sunlight. Jimmy gasped when Tony entered him first — slower this time, almost cruel in his restraint — his hips rolling in shallow circles that made Jimmy's toes curl against submerged stone. Vince watched, transfixed, as Tony's thick length disappeared inch by inch, Jimmy's body yielding beautifully around him.
Then Vince was pressing in alongside Tony, their cocks sliding together inside Jimmy's heat. The chef threw his head back with a broken cry, his fingers scrabbling at the rock face as they stretched him impossibly wider. Water sloshed around their thighs with each synchronized thrust, the rhythm sending ripples across the spring's surface.
Tony's breath hitched first, his rhythm faltering as Jimmy clenched around him. "Fuck —" Tony bit out, his fingers digging into Jimmy's hips. Vince felt it too — the delicious pressure of Tony's cock rubbing against his own. He drove deeper, chasing the sensation, and Jimmy sobbed something incoherent, his body shuddering between them.
The orgasm built like a riptide — slow, then all at once. Tony came first with a guttural moan, his forehead pressed between Jimmy's shoulder blades. Vince followed moments later, his vision whiting out as he bred Jimmy in long, pulsing spurts. Jimmy went rigid, his untouched cock jerking between them, splattering the water with thick ropes of cum.
They stayed tangled together in the aftermath, the spring gradually stilling around them. Tony nuzzled the sweat-damp hollow behind Jimmy's ear. "Told you," he murmured, nipping the lobe. Jimmy just whimpered, his legs trembling too badly to stand.
Vince scooped water in his palm, rinsing traces of their coupling from Jimmy's flushed chest. His fingers lingered on a fresh bite mark. The jungle hummed around them, alive with the chatter of birds and the distant crash of waves.
Tony stretched like a satisfied predator beside them, sunlight catching the sweat in the creases of his abs. "Still think you can handle us?" he teased, flicking water at Jimmy's oversensitive cock.
Jimmy's laugh came out breathless. "Christ, you two are insatiable." But his fingers traced Vince's forearm with something akin to reverence.
A breeze stirred the canopy above, carrying the scent of ripe guavas and sea spray. Vince caught Tony's gaze over Jimmy's bowed head — a silent question passing between them. Tony's answering smirk was all the confirmation Vince needed.
Vince hauled Jimmy upright with one hand, the other cupping the back of his neck. "Round three," he growled against Jimmy's mouth, tasting salt and submission. "Unless you're done."
Jimmy's hips jerked forward instinctively, his spent cock twitching against Vince's thigh. Tony laughed darkly, already rising from the water, his erection bobbing against his stomach. "Looks like someone's not done with us yet."
Vince backed Jimmy against a smooth boulder, the moss cool against his heated skin. Tony pressed close behind, his cock sliding between Jimmy's thighs. Vince watched Jimmy's eyes roll back as Tony's mouth found his shoulder, felt the chef's pulse jump beneath his fingertips.
Somewhere beyond the trees, the civilized world continued at its breakneck pace. But here, with Jimmy trembling between them and Tony's breath hot on his neck, Vince found he didn't give a damn about rescue. Not when they had everything they needed right here — sweat-slick skin, shared hunger, and the endless rhythm of the tide.
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