Crashed

2.



The sun was shining in a clear blue sky as if it had never rained. Ward looked out of one of the windows, slightly shakily. He couldn’t repress those shivers. Reality had hit him, and he didn’t like it one bit. “We’ve crashed,” he mumbled again. “We’re crashed on a beach. We’re on an island.”



Behind him, Lucky was lying on the bed, tucked away under the blankets. “It could have been worse, Mr Avery,” he said, muffled. “We could’ve crashed in the ocean. We would be dead by now if we hadn’t crashed in the trees.”



“We’ve crashed on an island... Where again?”



“It’s a tropical island, Mr Avery. Probably uninhabited. But it could’ve been worse.”



“Ms Jocelin is dead...” Ward glanced at the white sheet on the floor. He had retched when he covered the dead body of his secretary. He knew he had to bury her, if they wouldn’t make it back to civilisation soon. “They will find us, won’t they?” he said, hopefully. “They will miss me. They will go look for me.”



“Of course, Mr Avery.” The pilot moved, kicking the blankets off of him. He gritted his teeth as he sat upright. “But until then, we have to start surviving.”



Finally, Ward managed to turn away from the window. “Can’t you dress up?” he said with a shocked squeal. The pilot was almost naked, barely hiding his strong, tanned body.



Lucky looked down on his shorts and hairless legs. “I am dressed,” he sputtered. “It’s warm. We’re alone. Who cares?” He took a T-shirt and pulled it on, but didn’t dress up in his uniform. “I’m going to check the damage.”



Ward watched the man opening the door. It took a few kicks and curses, but then the door swung open, and a warm but fresh sea breeze flowed inside. Suddenly, Ward found himself alone in a plane with a corpse. He quickly followed outside. “Lucky! Wait for me!”



*



“What’s your first name, Mr Avery?”



“Ward.” The billionaire patted the sand of the grave, and wrote ‘Ms Jocelin’. He carefully wiped his hands before he straightened his clothes. He was still wearing his suit, although it was far too warm for a tie. Sweat ran down his face.



“Ward... Pull off those ridiculous clothes. We shouldn’t waste our water, so try to stay cool. We don’t know when it will rain again.”



“We’ll be saved, by then,” Ward said stubbornly. “But if you insist...” He could always blame the pilot. In the plane, he undressed to his shorts and shirt.



“We have power for a short time,” Lucky said. He walked to the kitchen. “And enough fuel to cook for quite a while. I can make tea if you like?”



“Please,” Ward nodded. “How much water is there left?”



“Like I said, we shouldn’t waste it. So use the bushes if you have to go. I’ll see if we can make some kind of storage for rain water.” He lit the stove. “Goddamn glad you didn’t use electricity for your kitchen,” he mumbled, more to himself.



“Are you sure the radio is completely dead...?”



“Yes, I’m absolutely positive. We can’t send out a signal. Did you try the satellite phone?”



“I did,” Ward nodded with a sigh. “Dead also. And my laptop died in the crash.” He rubbed his chest, where it had hit him at full speed.



“Maybe we can salvage something after all. It’s not as if we have something to do, hm?”



“We should see if this is really an uninhabited island.”



“Quite,” Lucky agreed with a nod. “But we should be careful, because we have no idea what we’ll find. I don’t want to end up in a cooking pot.”



“Let’s go for a walk after tea. I’m going to shave.” Ward already walked into his bathroom.



“Don’t waste water!” Lucky yelled after him.



“Yeah, yeah...” Ward locked the door, and sighed. Water... He was dying to take a shower! He didn’t want to upset the pilot, so he used only a little water to shave and wash a bit. When he opened the door, Lucky was waiting for him in the narrow hall, looking stern.



“Next time, you will take a dip in the sea. Now let me in, because I want to shave as well. And I will do it outside,” Lucky muttered, pushing Ward aside. “I will use salt water.”



“Don’t cut yourself,” Ward snickered.



Lucky was blond. Shaving didn’t take much time at all, even with the lukewarm water of the ocean. He was naked, sitting in the slow rolling waves, slowly moving the knife along his chin. Ward waded towards him, dressed in his shorts. Lucky barely looked up. “We could’ve been worse,” the pilot said, dreamily looking into the distance.



“Say it one more time and I’ll believe you.” Ward sat down, leaning back on his hands. The water flowed softly against his skin. “If this was a vacation, I would’ve paid good money for it,” he smirked.



“I know what you mean... A quiet tropical island, all for ourselves, right? If you don’t look back, you can easily imagine a resort here.”



“Mm...” The water drew back. Ward looked at his legs, and glanced at Lucky before the wave washed over them. He quickly turned his eyes away when he noticed the man was stark naked. He cleared his throat, but the image of the bare cock was burned on his retina already. Well-hung, blond pubic hair, full balls. “We should check the island...” he said, trying to sound cool and collected.



“Or we’ll do it tomorrow, and try to relax today. We have to cook and eat from the fridge, or we can throw it away, you know... We’ll try and collect something to eat tomorrow and check out the place at the same time.”



“Do you know what you can eat?”



Lucky shrugged. He threw the shaving knife on the beach, and propped up on his elbows. “I watched tv a lot. I think I can remember a thing or two. Did you watch survival programs on Discovery Channel?”



Ward snorted. “I never watch tv. Only CNN if I have time. I work, Lucky... Money doesn’t come easy.”



“You’re not working now, Ward. Until someone finds you, you’re on vacation.”



“It’s only been one day...”



“Indeed. So relax, Ward. I’ll check out our supply to find something to collect fresh water. Take your time, okay?”



Ward tried to avoid looking at the naked man as he stood up, but he still saw the swinging cock between the firm thighs. Even in the warmth of the sun, he shivered. He didn’t get up until Lucky had vanished in the plane, and even then he first waited until his erection had shrunk.



Ward was a busy man. He spent most of his time working, but even he had special wishes. He used to order a whore once a month, to satisfy his needs. He had always ordered masculine, young men to top him. He loved a good, hard fuck every now and then. It had been a good month, since he got fucked.



He found Lucky in the back of the plane, rummaging in boxes and cabinets. “Hey! I found these... Help me to take them outside later, okay? Can you help me looking for stuff we can use? My ribs hurt me like crazy...”



“Of course...” Ward joined Lucky on the floor. The pilot was still naked, he saw. He swallowed with difficulty, and opened a metal box.



Eventually, they had collected torches, canvas, ropes, a large net, and buckets. They would be able to collect water and catch fish, and there was a lot more left in storage. Ward helped Lucky making a funnel to collect rain water in the buckets. All the time, he kept glancing at the man’s nudity, until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Luck, please... Pull on your shorts.”



“What?” Tying a knot around a high branch, Lucky looked down. “Why?” he laughed softly. He didn’t stop what he was doing, pushing up on his toes. His legs hardened and his round bum tensed up.



Ward almost groaned. “You’ll burn in the sun,” he lied smoothly.



“No I won’t... I’m used to sunbathe in the nude. No tan lines, see? But thank you for your concern. There. This will work nicely, don’t you think?”



“Probably, yes,” Ward nodded. He looked at the clear sky. The sun was setting, but there was not a cloud in sight. “I still feel you should dress up,” he said conversationally. “You know...”



“Only you can see me, Ward,” Lucky smirked. “Or do you honestly believe your people will suddenly show up and find us? Or that we’re no alone here? I hear absolutely nothing but birds and animals...”



Ward had to agree on that. It was remarkably quiet. The only buzzing he heard was in his own ears, because he wasn’t used to silence. There were no planes, helicopters, traffic or people to be heard. They were alone. “Still...”



“I like to be naked. If that makes you feel uncomfortable, you should get naked too. Then you will know how nice it is. Go on... Lose the shorts, Ward Avery. Feel free!”



“No, thank you. I’m... Lucky!” He slapped the pilot’s hands away when the man reached for his shorts. “Don’t you dare! Remember who I am!”



“You’re alone on this island with me,” Lucky laughed, attacking the shorts again. This time, he managed to pull them down a bit. “Ooh! You could do with a tan... Look at those white buns!”



“Mr Tyrone! I demand you to keep your hands off of me!” Ward grabbed the man’s wrists, and struggled with him.



“You demand me?” Lucky snorted, pushing him away. “You’re not my boss, here. You and I are the same on this island, Ward Avery... Your money has no value anymore. But hey, by all means, dress up and be prudent. I’ll see if I can make us something to eat. Like an obedient servant.” He bowed mockingly, and walked towards the plane.



Ward was certain the man wiggled his hips more than appropriately. He demonstratively pulled up his shorts, and tried to ignore the warm feeling in his lower body. If Lucky was a whore, he would’ve happily paid good money for a night with him. If he wouldn’t be so convinced they would be rescued soon, he would drop his shorts at the spot...





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