Crashed

3.



“We should cook everything from your fridge,” Lucky said. “That way we can storage it without wasting anything.”



Ward helped him stacking the fish and meat on a table. “Sure,” he said. The pilot was convinced they had to survive for a long time, he knew by now. Unlike Ward, who expected to be rescued any time soon.



Lucky was wearing an apron as he cooked, but it was all he was wearing. Ward kept finding his gaze on the tanned butt, repressing the urge to pinch him. He helped the pilot as well as he could, even though he had never cooked before in his life. They ate while they were busy, and put the rest away securely. In the end, they took a bottle of wine outside in the dark. It was a clear, warm evening.



“No rain yet,” Ward commented as he sat down in the low chair he had made from stuff he had found in his jet.



“That’s okay. It will rain soon enough, and we’ll be alright until then.” Lucky had ditched the apron, and spread out naked. “Look at the stars... There are so many of them! Have you ever seen so many stars, ever?”



Ward had to admit that he hadn’t. He enjoyed the wine, looking up. He felt remarkably at ease, he noticed to his surprise. He felt like he was on vacation, rather than lost on an inhabited island in a tropical ocean. “How are your ribs?” he asked to start a conversation.



“Fine. I think they’re bruised, not broken. Now shush and let me enjoy the silence. I’ve never been in silence like this...”



For the next ten minutes, they only watched the stars, listening to the animals in the woods of the island, and the slow rolling of the waves. Ward felt a peace in his head like he had never felt before. It was amazing. Still, thoughts about work invaded the peace. Work, associates, and Ms Jocelin. He shivered. “Are you married, Lucky?”



“Hm?” The pilot blinked, and turned his head towards him. “No... Are you?”



Ward snorted. “No way. I had no time for relationships.”



“Me either, I guess. I worked for a man with whims, remember? I had to fly to strange places all the time.”



“You did?” Ward thought for a moment. “You mean me, right?” he said as he realised it. “Oh dear. And I didn’t even know your name.”



“You probably thought your jet flew itself... I was a mere mechanical part of your plane, wasn’t I?”



“Yes.” Ward didn’t like to admit it, but he had to. “You were a faceless pilot, I’m afraid. I’m sorry.”



“That’s okay,” Lucky soothed. He patted the other’s hand. “You saw the face now.”



“I saw more than your face,” Ward muttered, demonstratively looking at the pilot’s nudity.



Lucky laughed, and moved his hips up and down. “Really, you should try it. It’s delicious to feel the night’s breeze on your balls.”



Sighing, Ward put his glass in the sand. “To get it over with, I will drop my shorts,” he muttered. “There.” He dropped the final garment, and sat back again. “Happy now?”



Lucky looked at the exposed cock, resting on the man’s full testicles. “Very happy,” he nodded. “Nice hair... Looks good, big guy, looks really good.”



“Alright, I get it.” Ward’s blush wasn’t visible in the pale light from the stars. He focused on the fact they were stranded, to prevent his cock from growing. It didn’t really work. Even their position, crashed and doomed to spend the rest of their life on an island, didn’t keep him from getting aroused. After all, he was alone on a tropical island with a very handsome young man. He had fantasised about situations like that, dammit...



“Shall we go to bed?”



“Please,” Ward said before he realised the question was innocent. “I mean, sure.”



Lucky smiled at him before he stood up. “Then get that bottle inside and let’s get in bed. Forget the shorts, alright? It’s way too warm.”



They closed the door with a piece of canvas, to let some fresh air in. In bed, they only covered themselves with a sheet. Lucky’s breath went calm almost immediately, while Ward stayed awake for a bit longer. Again, he thought about work, trying to imagine the reactions of his associates. They had probably started a rescue operation already; tracking down the route they had been flying. Lucky had told him they had lost the normal route because of the weather. They shouldn’t even have crossed this island. It would be a lucky strike, if they would find them.

If they didn’t find a way to get of the island themselves, they would be staying here for a very long time.



*



When Ward woke up, the bed was a mess. The sheets were everywhere, as if they both had bad, restless dreams. Lucky’s leg was lying on top of Ward’s, atop of the sheet, and his front was lying pressed against Ward’s hip. He could clearly feel the morning erection, even through the thin cloth. Ward closed his eyes again, relaxed, and enjoyed the warmth he felt, just by being with a naked man in bed. His hand dropped on Lucky’s thigh, as if it was unintentional. He felt the smoothness of the warm skin, and the long muscles underneath. Needless to say, his morning wood was throbbing under the weight of the leg. Since Lucky was still sleeping, he slowly moved his hips up and down, rubbing his erection and tensing balls against the sheet. A soft moan escaped him, and he licked his lips. He wondered if he would be able to come without waking up the man...



Lucky grunted, and blinked. “Good morning,” he said sleepily, moving a little. He didn’t retract immediately. Stretching, he pressed firmer against Ward, and only then pulled his leg away. “What a night,” he said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. Ignoring his erection, he rolled on his back, and stretched some more.



Ward was mesmerised. He stared at the rolling muscles and jerking cock, and simply loved how the long legs rubbed together, rolling the testicles up and down. As Lucky lifted one leg and reached between them to scratch his balls, a groan escaped his throat. To make matters even worse, the pilot took his cock in his fist, and stroked it a few times. He pulled the skin down, revealing the large head, and squeezed the base. The erection inflated to full growth, and a drop of clear precome appeared at the tip. “Ungh...”



“What’s up?” Lucky asked, looking at Ward. He slowly moved his hand up and down. “I like to wank in the morning... Should I do it somewhere else?”



“No!” Ward squeaked, and quickly cleared his throat. “No, by all means... Like you said; we’re alone here, so go ahead and do as you please.”



“Mm... Good. It won’t take too long, I promise. Ah...”



Ward stared at the squirming hips. Lucky pressed a hand in his loins, pushing against his balls, and sped up his other hand. He moaned shamelessly, licking his lips and rolling his head from left to right on the pillow. Surely the man would realise what it did to him. He would know. He wouldn’t mind if he had a taste of that delicious piece of cock-candy...



“Ah... Yes, dammit, suck me!” Lucky stopped stroking as soon as the hot mouth enclosed the head of his cock. His hand dug in the short, dark hair instead, forcing it to push down deeper. “Mm... Suck me good, handsome,” he groaned. “Drive me crazy...”



Ward threw the blanket away and knelt next to the squirming man. He pushed the legs apart, reaching deeply between them to push his fingers between the cheeks, rubbing against Lucky’s anus as he slowly moved his head up and down. He pressed his tongue against the shaft, saliva dribbling down as he took him all the way in his throat. He groaned contently, overruled by Lucky’s encouraging cries of pleasure. It had been over a month, for Ward. He was hungry.



“Yes, man... Yes!” Lucky arched off the mattress, enjoying himself immensely. He reached out to fondle between Ward’s legs. He spent little time on the hard cock and full balls, before aiming at the man’s hidden treasure. One finger worked its way deep inside, impatiently wiggling around.



Ward’s body happily received the finger. He was used to a lot more, and this felt like a promise. His cock jerked, leaking at the tip, and he moaned around the wet shaft. He moved his head a bit faster, silently begging Lucky to finger him at the same speed.



“Want me to come between your lips or in your ass?” Lucky asked with a desperate sound. “Tell me!”



The cock fell on Lucky’s heaving belly with a wet slap. “My ass,” Ward answered. “Fuck me, Lucky... Fuck me good.”



“Dammit! Give me lube!” With another cry of desperation, the pilot scrambled on his knees. He grabbed the offered lube with trembling hands, and heatedly greased his cock. “Sit on your knees! Spread ‘em!” He cursed loudly as he aimed his cock and pushed inside. “Fuck, yeah!”



Ward sucked the air through his teeth as the hot friction filled his ass. He let the air out with a pleased groan, and shivered delightedly. He loved to be taken roughly. In fact, he loved to be taken any which way. Lucky seemed as hungrily as he, smashing his hips against Ward’s ass at high speed. The man cried out continuously, expressing his delight in one, long breath.



“I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming! Shit! Shi-i-it!”



Ward felt the wave of heat filling his rectum before he could even think of jerking off. He looked over his shoulder, smiling as he saw the utterly elated expression of the younger man. “Good...?”



“Marvellous! Shit, man... I never knew an ass could be so great!” Lucky didn’t attempt to draw out of him, savouring the wet heat for a little longer.



“What?” Ward laughed in disbelieve. “You’re not gay?”



“Hell no...” Lucky moved his hands slowly over Ward’s back and butt, rolling his hips. He was still hard, and kept his eyes closed. “Horny,” he said with a sigh. “You were horny too, so... Mm, this feels so damn good...” A lot slower, he drove his cock in and out of Ward’s anus. He sighed pleased. “Ahh... I want one more, big guy... One more...”



Ward lowered his head. He took his cock in his fist, and began to stroke it slowly, focusing on his pleasure. He didn’t care if Lucky was gay or not. He was fucking him, and the pleasure seemed mutual. What else could he wish for?



Soon enough, the blonde was slamming deep inside again, uttering soft cries under his breath. Ward answered with cries of his own, quickly working towards a very satisfying orgasm. He stretched it for as long as he could. As he felt the second hot wave gushing in his rectum, he let go, and released himself into the sheets. They both fell down, sweating and exhausted. Lucky wrapped his arms firmly around him, burying his face against the side of Ward’s neck. “Marvellous...”



“Yeah,” Ward sighed. “Goddamn marvellous indeed.”



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