Chapter 83 Tides of temptation (2)
After the frantic, standing fuck against the rock, they staggered back to the fire like drunks.
The sailcloth was barely big enough for two, but they made it work, Theo on his back, Alex half-draped over him, one heavy thigh shoved between Theo’s, mouths lazy and salt-sore.
The fire had burned low, embers pulsing like slow heartbeats.
Theo traced the line of Alex’s spine with one finger, counting vertebrae the way other people counted stars.
“You bit me,” Theo murmured, touching the tender spot on his shoulder.
“You begged for it,” Alex answered, voice gravel-rough. “Repeatedly.”
Theo huffed a laugh that turned into a hiss when Alex’s hand slid down his stomach and wrapped around his half-hard cock like it belonged there.
“Already?” Theo asked, hips lifting involuntarily.
“I’ve wanted inside you for six weeks,” Alex said against his throat. “Storm just moved the timeline up.”
This time was slower, almost careful. Alex rolled them so Theo straddled his hips, hands steadying Theo’s waist while Theo sank down inch by inch, eyes locked.
The stretch was deeper at this angle; Theo’s breath stuttered. Alex’s thumbs stroked the sharp bones of his hips like he was memorizing them.
When Theo started to move, Alex let him set the pace.
Theo braced his palms on Alex’s chest, feeling the thud of a heart that had once stopped diving after him in black water.
Alex sat up suddenly, arms banding around Theo’s back, mouths fused.
The new angle dragged the head of his cock across Theo’s prostate on every stroke.
Theo sobbed into the kiss, nails raking down Alex’s shoulders.
“Come on me,” Alex growled. “Want to feel it.”
Theo did, shoving down hard, grinding, spilling hot across Alex’s stomach with a broken cry.
Alex flipped them in one motion, pinned Theo beneath him, and fucked him through the aftershocks until he followed, hips snapping, burying himself deep and staying there while he came with Theo’s name on his tongue like a prayer he’d never been allowed to say.
They slept tangled and sticky, woke before dawn with Alex’s mouth on Theo’s cock, slow and worshipful, swallowing every drop when Theo came again, trembling.
Day Two
By noon the sun was brutal. They found a cave halfway up the northern cliff.
Inside it was twenty degrees cooler. The light at the entrance fractured into turquoise shards on the water pooling at their feet.
They stripped without speaking. Theo’s ribs were purple now, a map of the storm. Alex traced every bruise with his mouth like he could erase them.
In the half-dark, everything felt different. Alex pressed Theo face-first against the smooth rock wall, kicked his feet wider.
He dropped to his knees and spread Theo open with both thumbs.
Theo’s forehead hit the stone. “Alex…”
“Shh. Let me.”
The first swipe of tongue made Theo’s knees buckle.
Alex held him up easily, licking into him like he was starving.
Theo clawed at the rock, cock leaking against his stomach, every nerve screaming.
When Alex added a finger alongside his tongue, Theo came untouched, vision whiting out, a raw sound echoing off the cave walls.
Alex rose, chest flush to Theo’s back, cock sliding between his cheeks. “Tell me yes again.”
“Yes, fuck, always yes…”
Alex pushed in slowly this time, letting Theo feel every inch.
When he bottomed out they both groaned. He stayed still, arms wrapped around Theo’s chest, mouth at his ear.
“Feel that?” he whispered. “That’s me inside you. Not going anywhere.”
Then he started to move, long, deep strokes that dragged over Theo’s prostate until he was shaking apart.
Water dripped somewhere, steady as a heartbeat. Alex’s hand wrapped around Theo’s throat, not squeezing, just holding.
Theo came a second time just from the pressure inside him, clenching hard around Alex.
Alex cursed, hips stuttering, and followed, pulsing so deep Theo felt it in his spine.
They slid down the wall together, ending in an exhausted heap in the cool water.
Alex cleaned them both with gentle hands, then carried Theo back to the lean-to like he weighed nothing.
That night they fucked again under the stars, Theo on his hands and knees in the sand,
Alex behind him slow and relentless, one hand fisted in Theo’s hair, the other stroking his cock in perfect rhythm until they came together with the waves crashing applause.
They had burned everything burnable. On the fourth evening they climbed the highest ridge with the last of the varnish-soaked wood and built a bonfire big enough to be seen from Mars.
While they waited, Alex pushed Theo down onto the warm rocks and ate him out until Theo was sobbing, legs over Alex’s shoulders, fingers scrabbling for purchase on stone.
Then he flipped Theo over, folded him nearly in half, and fucked him so deep Theo saw stars that had nothing to do with the signal fire.
After, they lay side by side watching the smoke climb.
“If they come tomorrow,” Theo said quietly, “what happens?”
Alex was silent so long Theo thought he wouldn’t answer.
“Then we figure out how to keep this,” Alex finally said. “Away from land. Away from rules. I don’t give a fuck what it costs.”
Theo turned his head. Alex’s profile was sharp against the firelight, eyes fixed on the sky like he was daring the gods to take this from him again.
Theo reached over and laced their fingers. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not done hating you yet. Takes time.”
Alex barked a laugh and rolled on top of him, kissing the smirk off his mouth.
“We'll get help soon”, Alex assured Theo and they both waited.
Below deck, Alex had Theo bent over the navigation table, charts scattered, one hand braced on the overhead rail while Alex fucked him in long, steady strokes that never quite let him catch his breath.
“Harder,” Theo gasped. “Want to feel you when we dock tomorrow.”
Alex growled, gripped his hips, and gave him exactly what he asked for.
Later, sprawled naked in the cockpit under a blanket of stars, Theo traced the new tattoo on Alex’s ribs, a tiny compass rose with the needle pointing not north, but to the exact coordinates of the cove where they had almost died.