(The campfire has died down to glowing embers. The island is cold and still. Garth makes his move.)
Garth lowers himself gently onto the sand next to Jesse, his heart hammering against his ribs. He slides an arm over the younger man, pulling him close. Jesse stirs slightly in his sleep but doesn't wake.
"There you go," Garth whispers, his breath hot against Jesse's neck. "Just relax. Feels good, don't it?"
The warmth of another body after months of nothing but palms and rocks is intoxicating. Garth presses himself closer, his hips automatically rolling forward. He feels himself getting hard against the curve of Jesse's ass, the denim of their jeans a thin barrier.
"Fuck," Garth grunts softly, starting a slow, steady rhythm. He rubs himself against Jesse, over and over, the friction building a pleasurable heat. Three minutes pass. Four. His breathing gets ragged.
Suddenly, Jesse's body tenses. His eyes flick fully open in the darkness.
"What are you doing?!" His voice is sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife.
Garth freezes for a second, then redoubles his effort, grinding harder. "Shut up and let it happen," he grunts, his arm tightening around Jesse's chest. "You know you need it as much as I do."
Jesse scrambles, trying to turn around, to push Garth away. "No! Let go of me! This is a sin! God will never forgive us!"
"There ain't no God here, boy," Garth snarls, his grip like a vice. "Just us. And we got needs. Natural needs."
"No!" Jesse's voice cracks with fear and outrage. "This is abominable! Let me go!"
He manages to jerk an elbow back, catching Garth in the ribs. Garth grunts and releases his grip for a moment, and Jesse scrambles to his feet, scooping up a large piece of driftwood as a weapon.
"Get back!" Jesse yells, his chest heaving. "I mean it, Garth! I won't let you do this!"
Garth gets slowly to his feet, his frustration boiling over into rage. "Listen, you little Mormon fuck," he spits, his voice a low growl. "I've been good to you. Fed you my fish. Kept you warm with my fire. Now I'm asking for something small in return. If you won't give it willingly, I'll just take it. You can't stop me."
Jesse takes a step back, raising the stick. "I'll fight you! I swear to God, Garth, if you come any closer, I'll split your skull open. I'd rather die than let this happen."
Garth hesitates. There's something in Jesse's voice -- a steely conviction -- that gives him pause. He looks at the stick, then at Jesse's face, full of fear but also a wild, desperate courage.
"You're gonna hit me with that?" Garth sneers, taking a step forward.
"Try me!" Jesse swings, the stick whistling through the air, missing Garth's head by inches. "The next one won't miss. I mean it. I will fight you to the death if I have to."
Garth moves with a sudden, animalistic spirit. Before Jesse can even raise the stick again, Garth is on top of him, pinning him to the sand. The stick flies out of Jesse's hand.
"No! Stop! Get off me!" Jesse screams, his voice muffled by the sand as he thrashes violently.
"Shut up!" Garth yells, using his weight to hold the younger man down. "You had your chance to do this the easy way. Now we do it the hard way."
He rips at Jesse's pants, tearing the fabric in his frenzy. Jesse kicks and screams, but Garth is too strong, his body a living wall of muscle and desperation. He manages to pull down his own jeans, his erection springing free.
"Please, Garth, don't..." Jesse sobs, his resistance weakening as his strength fades.
"Shhh," Garth whispers, his voice a bizarre mix of tenderness and brutality. "It'll be over soon. Just let it happen."
He positions himself and thrusts forward, forcing his way inside. Jesse screams in pain, his body arching, but Garth holds him firmly, beginning a rhythmic, relentless pounding.
"Yeah," Garth groans, his face pressing wet, hot kisses against the sweaty skin of Jesse's neck. "You feel so good. So tight. Fuck, I needed this."
Jesse's screams devolve into ragged, hysterical sobs. He lies motionless, his body trembling, tears streaming down his face as he's repeatedly impaled.
Garth's hand snakes around, grasping Jesse's soft, untouched penis. He strokes it roughly, in time with his thrusts. It doesn't take long for Jesse's betrayed body to respond, his own ejaculation spilling out in weak, spasmodic pulses, a silent testament to the body's inability to distinguish pleasure from terror.
"That's it," Garth croons against his skin. "Let it go. Feels good, doesn't it?"
A few more brutal thrusts and Garth finally reaches his own climax, crying out into the night as he spills himself deep inside the younger man. He collapses on top of Jesse, heavy and spent, his body still twitching with the aftershocks.
****
Hours pass. The first grey light of dawn streaks across the sky. Garth sits on a rock, staring at this hands, his expression a complex mix of triumph and shame.
A few feet away, Jesse sits huddled beside the cold fire pit. His knees are pulled to his chest, his ripped clothes hanging loosely on his frame. He shakes uncontrollably, silent tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face.
Garth sighs heavily and stands up. He walks over and kneels beside him, reaching out a tentative hand.
"Hey," he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Look, kid... I'm sorry it had to be like that. But you see? We're both fine. It's over. And hey, it felt good, right? I mean, at the end, you came too. That means something, doesn't it?"
Jesse doesn't respond. He doesn't even acknowledge him. He just stares blankly at the ashes, the tears falling silently, incessantly.
"C'mon, don't be like this," Garth presses, a note of frustration creeping back into his voice. "We gotta live here together. You think I wanted it to be like that? You left me no choice!"
Still, nothing. Jesse is a statue of grief, his soul apparently somewhere far away from this island.
Garth sighs and stands up, running a hand through his greasy hair. "Fine. Have it your way. But you're gonna have to snap out of it eventually. We can't survive if you're a zombie."
He walks away, leaving Jesse alone with his thoughts.
To Be Continued...
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